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pansyslut · 3 years

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hii! could u write more imagines from the one ‘you are my yellow’?? is my fav imagine and it’s so cute i just need more ‘moments’ of than couple i- 😔

you are my sunshine

draco x reader

part two of you are my yellow

warnings : like one or two swear words, mentions of not eating, so much fluff

song mentioned : you are my sunshine by johnny cash

draco had left for work before you. you had done your joint morning ritual like always. brushing teeth, brushing hair, getting dressed, right next to each other using your side my side sinks.

you still hadn’t told draco. he has been so much better recently and didn’t want to worry him. since that day you found him on the couch, he had taken that week off from work. you knew if he knew you were ill he wouldn’t hesitate to take another week off. but his work was already dicey and worrying him wouldn’t help either of you.

as soon as he walked out the door you let out a sigh of relief only for another wave of nausea to come rushing towards you. instantly running to the bathroom to hurl all of your breakfast out. you sit there on the bathroom floor for an hour. gagging up nothing but air due to your now empty stomach.

eventually, you will yourself up and make yourself a bowl of soup before laying on the couch to turn on some random show letting sleep take over.

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draco had been worrying about you all day. throughout the week he had noticing you eating less, only eating when you noticed him watching you. he knows what it’s like to have a bad mental health day and he feels for you. he can’t help but for that little part of him beginning to hurt that you hadn’t opened up to him about your struggles.

you had always told him time and time again, “it’s okay not to be okay.” and yet you hadn’t opened up to him at all this passing week.

not only are you eating less but you’re also sleeping less. he would wake up in the middle of the night to cold sheets next to him. at first, he had shrugged it off. maybe you just weren’t tired? and even if there was more to it, you always let him open up to you on his own time so he decided to give you the same curtesy.

that was until he noticed your lack of eating. he knows exactly what it’s like to be in that spot mentally. deciding to make a nice dinner for you tonight, he shoots you a text.

hey, baby. i know we haven’t been able to spend as much time together. i’m backed up with work from taking last week off. i’ll make you dinner tonight. make sure to be home from work by seven. xo

of course he wouldn’t force the food down your throat. but knowing you could never pass up your favorite food gave him hope. and if not, he would at least ask for you to open up to him about whatever has been on your mind.

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finally, he finished up work and was on his way home. his whole body yearning for you, missing your touch and the sound of your voice.

walking through the door, he finds you in the exact same position you found him the previous week. curled up on the couch, the tv quietly playing in the background. he takes note of the cold, almost untouched soup next to you.

deciding not to wake you, he lays a kiss on your forehead and busies himself in the kitchen. with the open floor plan in your house, he could see you in the living room as he cooked so he was able to check up on you.

he puts on your “happy playlist” as you call it, softly as he pulls out the ingredients. he feels arms wrapping around his waist as you push your face into the back of his shoulder.

“hey, dray” you say muffled into his shirt

“hi, baby. i’m making your favorite. i’m not sure if you saw my text but i missed you. i’ve been so busy. so just sit yourself down and have a glass of wine.” he says and you chuckle softly

with him standing by the stove, you pour yourself a glass but go back to hugging his back as you sway to the music.

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you'll never know dear, how much i love you

please don't take my sunshine away

the both of you stand there, in each other’s arms. eventually you hear draco singing softly as you smile. he knows you love it when he sings to you.

i'll always love you and make you happy

if you will only say the same

but if you leave me and love another

you'll regret it all some day

he briefly stops his cooking and turns to you, wrapping you up in his arms as he continues to sing.

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you'll never know dear, how much i love you

please don't take my sunshine away

the song ends but you both stay still in the warm embrace. “i missed you, y/n. i worry about you constantly.” he says.

“i’ve missed you too, dray. but you know you don’t need to worry about me. don’t be silly.” you say letting go of him and looking into his eyes. he smiles and nods, putting his hands on your cheeks as he looks at you intently.

you feel the pad of his thumbs smooth over your temples. growing worried, “what’s gotten into you, draco? is something wrong?” you say and he just shakes his head once again in response.

“it’s nothing, i’m sure. just sit down and relax while i finish.”

once dinners ready, he sits down next to you with both of your bowls as you catch up. about work, weekend plans, grocery shopping. it was all light hearted chitchat. it just felt good to be in each other’s presence once again.

he stars down at your full bowl and untouched wine then back up at you giving you a pointed look. trying not to trouble him, you start babbling on about having a girls night soon with your friends and how ginny invited you to go shopping with her.

as soon as you finished talking, you met dracos gaze to see how uninterested he looks. “y/n/n, you know that’s not what i want to talk about.”

“oh? then what is it?” you visibly gulp, trying to play dumb

“why haven’t you been eating?” he says dropping his fork and grabbing your hands. “you know you can talk to me. you know i am here for you one hundred percent. are you sick?” he puts his hand on your forehead, “you feel fine.”

you whack his hand away from you and try to brush it off once more. “i told you, i’m fine. i promise i would tell you if it was an actual-”

“cut the shit, y/n. i’ve giving you space and time. you know this is only coming from a place of concern. i’ve been worried sick about you this whole damn week. i made you your favorite meal in hopes for you to eat but even that you won’t get down. i’m trying so hard to be understanding. i know what it’s like to have bad mental days and-”

you cut him off, “draco this isn’t a bad mental day.” you sigh and grab his hands. “i just... i don’t want you to freak out. or feel like you are obligated to do or say anything.” you say as he stares blankly at you.

“y/n, if you think i’m leaving anytime soon, that is so far from the truth. after everything we’ve been through, you should know i’m not going to leave you over some silly little thing. no matter what it is i am here for you.”

you smile at his sweet sentiment. you know he’s right. you know deep down he would be here for you. here it is. just get it out. just say it. get it over with. “draco, i’m pregnant.”

“you’re- you’re what?”

“i’m pregnant. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. at first i just thought it was a stomach bug and didn’t want to worry you.”

he frantically shakes his head. he jumps up and pulls you into his arms, kissing every single part of your face. “oh baby, i can’t believe you were even nervous to tell me.” you latch onto his neck and wrap your legs around his torso.

“we’ve only been together for two years. and i know you’ve had a rough couple of weeks. we haven’t even talked about kids-” you get cut off as you feel a pair of lips on yours. melting into him, you couldn’t help but think how silly you were. of course he reacted so sweetly. it’s draco.

pulling back from you, “baby, you should’ve told me sooner i’ve been so worried. this whole time i thought you not eating was something deeper oh my-” he sets you down gently and sits back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair.

he pulls you into him again but he leans down to your stomach. “you’re going to have the best mommy in the world. but don’t tell her this- she’s going to have her some competition. you might be my number one yellow. but that can be our little secret.” you burst out laughing and shoved his shoulder.

that night, you lay there with draco laying his head on your stomach singing the song once again. but now his words are muffled as he sings directly into your stomach.

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you'll never know dear, how much i love you

please don't take my sunshine away

he looks up at you with a childlike grin on his face. “she’s going to be amazing, i already know it. she’s going to have my charming wit and her mama’s beautiful looks.”

“so you’ve decided it’s a girl, huh?” you say running your fingers through his hair. “trust me, y/n. i’ve got a knack for this sort of thing.” he says and you shake your head.

in your thoughts, you think of what having a mini draco would be like. running around, causing a ruckus. you smile to yourself.

he pushes back up and lays his forehead on yours. he sets his hand on your tummy, “our little sunshine.”

#draco fluff #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #harry potter

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marvels-writings · 4 years

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Escape (3)

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

Series Masterlist

Maria Hill Masterlist

Request: Hi! I always love your writing. Everything is closed in New Zealand for at least another 3 weeks so your writing helps keeps me sane. Could you please do a Maria Hill x reader. Maybe the reader is an assassin that Maria has been trying to bring in for months but reader always manages to escape. The reader catches feelings for Maria during their many encounters and one day helps her save one of the avengers. Maria asks reader “if i asked you to stay, would you?”. Angst but Happy ending please ☺

A/N: I need to plan out series better instead of making it up as I go, and the collage isn’t mine

This was never the life you’d wanted, you never wanted to run from hideout to hideout and find new ones. You knew you would need to find a new hideout in New York, somehow all the trouble in the world ended up here. The footsteps pounded up the stairs and reached the door, you smirked and left a note in front of the vase, gathering your bag and crouching on the windowsill and looking down at the street when Maria kicked open the door, pistol pointed inside.

She walked forwards and read the note, it said ‘I told you I’d put them in water ;)’. Maria couldn’t help the smile which crept up her face, she turned around to see you sitting on the windowsill, the bag held on your left side, your right side dangling out of the window.

“If it means anything to you, I did have a great night.” You winked at Maria and jumped, using the bag to slow you down and rolling when you hit the floor. Smirking up at Maria who looked down at you through the window before you sprinted off towards the SHIELD cars to get your other bag back.

Maria called in backup, she didn’t know you needed her to call backup to get your bag back. You snuck around the front, wearing a mask to look like an ordinary citizen with a bag, only your hair was the same. You’d used a change of clothes, now you wore a simple fav/color t-shirt,

“Miss, have you seen this woman?” One of the agents asked you, showing you two pictures, one of you without makeup, one of you impersonating the agent.

You suppressed a smirk and nodded your head ‘no’ before continuing towards the car. All the agents headed away from the cars, scouring the crowd for you. One agent was guarding the car with your bag, you approached them carefully, pretending to ask for help, you reached into your pocket to pull out a map but you pulled out your taser, quickly knocking them unconscious and putting the agent in the car.

You threw your bag into the car, taking the bag that had been there, putting dirty clothes and things you didn’t need in the bag in the car and taking extra weapons, masks, another suit, a change of clothes, fake ids and an extra credit card in your bag, leaving the unconscious agent in the back with an apology note and made your way away from the scene, looking over your shoulder in case anyone noticed you.

Somehow, none of the agents noticed you leaving with a different backpack, or even noticing the switch. You heard them shouting and reading your apology note out loud and you subtly sped up, lip twitching up in a smirk as you walked away from the scene and towards another hideout.

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This hideout was better located, it was away from the city and security cameras. It was a cabin near New York City, the previous owner had died, you’d bought it from his son, who had wanted nothing to do with the cabin. Using the extra money you had, you had renovated the cabin and gotten new furnishings. This was the hideout you came to when you needed to relax, it was completely off the grid, you could almost call it a home.

You threw your bag on the couch and lay down next to it, pulling out your phone and lifting it to eye level to see a notification from Maria. You smirked tiredly and clicked on it after securing your phone so she couldn’t track you.

‘Why?’ was the only text from her, you sighed and sat up.

‘That’s the only question you have?’ You texted back, switching your phone off immediately after, you got up and went to the refrigerator, there was nothing inside except for a few frozen food items which were probably going to expire soon.

You sighed and closed the door, getting some water from the sink and making your way to the bedroom to get some deserved rest. The cabin was one of your favorite investments, all of the walls were covered in bulletproof glass, it allowed you to get a full view of the forest around you, but you felt safe knowing that nothing less than a missile could break through the glass.

You changed into an old camp sweatshirt and sweatpants you’d left in the closet and flopped down on the comfy bed. You fell asleep quickly, watching birds outside and listening to them sing to each other, feeling more peaceful than you have in months.

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Waking up in a familiar place was the best feeling, you knew exactly where you were and how you got here. You smiled to yourself and got off your bed, yawning and scratching your hair as you looked around. Maria stood at the foot of your bed, in a navy, body-con dress with her eyebrow raised and her hands on her hips. Her hair was in a tight bun, one or two strands to frame her face.

Your hand instantly went under the pillow to where you’d left a gun only to find that it wasn’t there anymore. Maria waved the gun in front of her, you looked outside the window, there wasn’t any backup, it was just her.

“Just you?” You asked, your voice still raspy from sleep as you slid off your bed, smoothly retrieving a knife from the side of your mattress and tucking it in the pocket of your sweatpants.

“Just me, you weren’t replying to my texts,” Maria stated, you shrugged and put on some slippers, walking towards Maria who stepped aside and let you go through the door as you put your hair in a messy bun.

“So you decided to pop in?” You joked, then furrowed your brows and turned to face her.

“How the hell did you even find me?” You asked, Maria, smirked and leaned an elbow against the dark granite counter as you walked towards the fridge.

“I put a tracker in the bag you’d left behind,” Maria answered, you looked outside the window from the kitchen, there were no other cars.

“How did you know I’d come for the bag?” You questioned, making a mental note to change the bag and clean all the weapons for trackers.

“Call it a gut feeling, and there isn’t anyone else,” Maria said, you flinched when she noticed, you took out frozen waffles from the fridge and a container of Kirkland maple syrup.

“Waffles?” You offered, Maria raised an eyebrow, you shrugged and put them back in the fridge, making sure the gun in the fridge had the safety off.

“Why are you here?” You demanded after putting the waffles in the microwave and turning to face her.

You put your hands on the counter and leaned closer to her face, looking for any sort of reaction, trying to prevent staring at her blue eyes. You smirked when you saw her glance towards your lips and inhale sharply, leaning away from you before answering.

“To talk,” Maria answered, sitting on one of the barstools across the counter, you tilted your head to the side.

The microwave drew your attention away from her, you took the waffles out of the microwave and poured maple syrup, scouring the fridge for whipped cream then adding that and switching on the coffee pot. You took some silverware from one of the drawers and started eating as Maria stared at how casual you were.

“Talk.” You said, gesturing to her with your knife, the brunette took a deep breath, this was going to be more complicated than she thought, mainly because of you.

“Weapons?” She asked, you looked at her, not amused, she sighed, she knew you weren’t going to discard the knife in your pocket.

“Talk,” You said again, Maria sighed and rested her elbows on the counter, watching you eat breakfast.

“You’re supposed to be the frightened one spilling all your secrets,” Maria muttered, you chuckled while eating, scooping a bit of whipped cream on the fork and shrugging.

“I never really do what I’m ‘supposed to’, now tell me why you’re here and why I should care.” You stated Maria’s eyes widened at how direct you were.

“You said you didn’t want this life, I can get you out of it.” Maria offered, you groaned and put the last bite of waffles in your mouth, eating the last bit of whipped cream and putting your plate and silverware in the dishwasher.

“I doubt that, but tell me how anyway.” You said, you smirked and walked to sit next to Maria on one of the barstools, your knee brushing hers lightly as you turned to face her. Maria subtly clenched her jaw, causing your smirk to grow, this was going to be better than you thought.

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tomiyeee · 3 years

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2, 5, 7, 13, 17, and 20 (you gave me so many lol)

under cut cuz it’s long(er than usual)

2) What do you like most about the series?

hm. if im honest, im not entirely sure! i think at least part of what got me hooked and why the series has remained so entertaining for me is just the sheer ridiculousness of it. the faces and animations, the whole concept of an ancient alien race whose society revolves around racing cars...it’s great! i don’t mean this in a bad way or that i dont take any fan content seriously, i just find it amusing looking at my content of it and thinking “man. this from a kids’ show about cars.” makes it much easier to enjoy what i make and not take it all too seriously. im just here to have fun!

5) Favorite & least favorite car(s)?

mm i answered already but i realize those were only acceleracers cars sooo…

fav: markie’s stingray..i always say this but it’s vanilla flavored..it’s so pretty

least fav: gosh all these cars are so ugly it’s hard to pick just one...i’ll just go by teams lol

wave rippers - alec’s truck is so bulky and ugly and boring *graffiti’s on it in vr chat*

street breed - side draft is such a stupid name

road beasts - moto-crossed. what the fuck?

dune ratz - kadeem i love you but...sir ur car…

scorchers - red baron. the fucking. driver has to bend over just to see out the vehicle, how is this a car

7) Favorite scene or line?

vert house scene in BP. i’ve probably watched/listened to BP at least twice as many times as any of the other movies. nolo isn’t in this scene but i like vert too and he looked cute and had nice voice acting so it’s in second place. what can i say, i cant stand action and eating lunch in the cafeteria and talking to ur dad at home is about as far from action as you can get :)

13) What ships do you like (if any)?

i have them all listed on my blog but i wanna talk about some of em that have been on my mind a lot anyway:

vertnolo - tbh i can’t see either of them being very romantic, esp with each other. they aren’t so much boyfriends as they are just friends who like to kiss lol. this ship is almost purely self-indulgence which im a little embarrassed about sometimes but hghhh. i love vert and i love nolo and instead of loving both of them individually, why not love two boys with one ship? :)

banjee/kadeem - they had very cute exchanges in world race and i would’ve loved to see more of them!

banjee/ez/skeet - damn banjee how come i let you have two boyfriends AND a girlfriend? they seem to be canonically very good friends, and i love the idea of the three of them getting into trouble together...or rather banj/ez getting into trouble and skeet being reluctantly dragged along. he seems the least willing to break rules but they are all ride or die for each other

tork/tone - this may not have worked out in canon and there’s not much to work off of there anyway in terms of dynamic so i don’t draw it much, but rival team leaders are always an interesting ship in my experience lol. plus they both desperately needed some character development so hey they have that in common!

dad wheeler/tezla/gelorum - the dilf/gilf/milf dynamic. they are all exes.

lani/vert and karma/nolo - platonically, they both feel like they have a sibling-like dynamic and their aesthetics fit together very nicely. vert and lani have some stuff in common and get along fairly well and karma seems to look after nolo quite a bit. i don’t have a lot of solid ideas for either of them, but seeing/thinking about them interacting makes me really happy :D

17) If you could design a realm of your own what sort of theme would it have?

well i’ve already answered for my flower/forest/fairy-themed aesthetic and fish and stars are already taken...what other aesthetics do i have..?

this is very vague but i really like seeing vibrant pink color palettes. im better at designing stuff thru drawing than text but i dont feel like drawing rn so ig just something that looks like either this warm pink sort of palette or this purple-ish one. like a sort of..sunset realm? not sure about the track or obstacles, i just want it to be pink and pretty. ooh or a crystalline realm!! maybe even combine the two!

20) What would you like to see/have seen in a continuation?

i want the drivers to beat the shit out of tezla. i really loved the parts of ult race where the two teams worked together and made amends, but it’s sad that we didn’t get to see much of that dynamic until the very end, especially since it’s kinda drowned out by all the action (i get it’s the finale, but also...i hate action). i would love to have seen more of those new relationships and how they would work out in different situations. like more of what we got to see of the characters’ interactions throughout the series, only this time its without them all being ~2 secs away from strangling each other.

the characters working together and building completely new dynamics between each other as the series progresses..maybe certain characters become unexpected but very good friends whose personalities complement each other in unexpected ways! maybe there are new conflicts that arise between the characters that stem from their personalities/backgrounds/etc. themselves rather than some arbitrary team rivalry! ooohh there’s just so much potential here!!

#ask #hw #ask game

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enbyleighlines · 4 years

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What about if nhs had a Little exhibit of his photos? And it's still early days for qingsangcheng (is that right? Or I guess it's more sangcheng & qingcheng right?). Anyway. It's early days for those three, and nhs only mentioned it off hand to jc but the two of them show up to support? 📸

Awww, so many wholesome prompts! Thank you, anonymous, for sending me a request. I love writing about my fav head-shaker~

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It’s the first night of the nature photography exhibit at the local art center. The building used to be a wool mill, and half of the rooms are either in renovation for various tech companies, or still waiting to be bought. But the basement has been turned into an art studio, which hosts both pottery classes and the occasional art exhibit.

It’s not a high honor, to be included in this haphazardly prepared exhibit. Nie Huaisang knows this. And yet they can’t help but be nervous.

Nie Huaisang stands in front of the folding panels that display their photographs. They’re primarily shots of different local birds, with the occasional deer, fox, or raccoon. Nie Huiasang’s favorite photo is enlarged and framed. It was taken near sunrise, with a great white heron dipping its beak into its own reflection in the river. The colors are especially vibrant, due to the early morning glow.

When people stop to stare at it, Nie Huaisang feels the pride all the way down to their toes. They’re standing nearby, to answer questions about their methods and equipment. And, of course, to try to sell their work.

That last bit turns out to be harder than Nie Huaisang expected. They eagerly chat up any passerby who lingers at a particular picture, describing the story behind it, and dropping subtle hints about where it might look the best hanging up in their home. But though most people laugh and listen with interest, very few actually buy anything.

Even the heron kissing its reflection, Nie Huaisang’s magnum opus, remains unsold.

At least Nie Mingjue stops by around noon, which lifts Huaisang’s spirits. Though their Gege doesn’t possess a single artistic bone in their body, he pointedly gives each individual photo a long look.

“You did good,” he says, and pats Huaisang on the head.

Nie Huaisang chuckles into their hand. They will never stop being amused by their Gege’s stilted attempts at being supportive.

But then Nie Mingjue has to leave for work, and Huaisang is left alone once more.

Another boring hour passes without much to comment on. Nie Huaisang manages to sell a couple of postcards with songbirds on them, but they’re not exactly wracking in the dough.

Money isn’t really a huge concern for Nie Huaisang. That is, they come from a comfortably well off family. Huaisang’s parents and Gege would happily pitch in if Huaisang ever needed it. After all, it was Mingjue who convinced their Fuqin to pay the entirety of Huaisang’s college tuition. But Nie Huaisang doesn’t want to need their help, now that they’ve graduated. They want to prove that they can survive off of their art, that their BA in Photography was worth the heavy investment.

Unfortunately, so far Huaisang has not been able to live off their photography alone. They also have to work part-time at an arts and crafts store, which so far has been less exciting that Huaisang had expected.

That’s just how retail works, Wei Wuxian often said. He and Wen Ning also had to take on customer service jobs.

But maybe that was just a necessary part of being an artist. Perhaps all artists had to struggle before they could blossom. At least, those are the type of thoughts Nie Huaisang tells themself, to make the frustration more bearable.

Nie Huaisang is just starting to go down that mental rabbit hole again, but they hear their name being called.

“Huaisang, hey!”

Huaisang whirls around, surprised to first hear and then see their boyfriend Jiang Cheng.

They’ve only been dating a little over a month at this point, and Nie Huaisang had only mentioned the exhibit in passing. Again, it wasn’t exactly a high honor, to be included in such a rinky-dink exhibit. So there was no need to ask Jiang Cheng to come.

Yet there he is. And he brought Wen Qing.

The two walk arm in arm. They are a good looking couple, though they still avoid labeling themselves as such. Jiang Cheng is all sharp edges and tightly coiled muscle, while Wen Qing has soft curves, with a relaxed, confident posture.

Nie Huaisang, meanwhile, feels like a gangly stick bug in comparison.

“You came,” Nie Huaisang says, brushing aside that unwelcome, unnecessarily self-deprecating thought. Jiang Cheng seems to like the way they look just fine.

“Of course I came,” Jiang Cheng replies. He sounds offended at the idea that he wouldn’t come.

“Are these yours?” Wen Qing speaks up unexpectedly. She detaches herself from Jiang Cheng to get a closer look at the photos. “All of these?”

“Everything on this side of the panel, yes.”

Wen Qing stares down a deer that is facing the camera. “Look at that,” she says, “How beautiful. This deer lives around here?”

“Yes,” Nie Huaisang confirms, “All these pictures were taken locally.”

“Talented, aren’t they?” Jiang Cheng says, throwing an arm around Huaisang’s shoulders. He points off to a picture of a fox. “I was there for that one.”

Nie Huaisang tries to stifle a giggle and winds up snorting. “You mean, you were asleep in the tent.”

“Oh,” says Wen Qing, understanding, “is this from that time you two went camping together?” She studies the fox photo, even bending down to get a better view. “Maybe I should come next time. I want to see a fox.”

“That was a rare chance encounter,” Huaisang rushes to tell her, “I can’t guarantee any fox sightings in the future.”

But Jiang Cheng latches onto the more important aspect of Wen Qing’s words. “Wait, you’d go camping with us? Seriously? I thought you said you hated camping.”

Wen Qing shrugs. “I hated camping as a kid,” she says, without tearing her gaze away from Huaisang’s photographs, “But that was mainly due to the fact that I’d be forced to interact with Wen Xu and Wen Chao. Also, the adults would stay up late drinking and then spend the days in their beds with horrid hangovers, so I’d be left babysitting all the younger kids. Neither of those factors would come into play if I went camping with the two of you.”

Jiang Cheng hums, a short sound to acknowledge the weight of Wen Qing’s words without making a big deal out of them.

Huaisang throws in a cheery, “We’d love to have you tag along,” to lighten the mood.

Jiang Cheng presses a kiss to Huaisang’s temple. “We would,” he agrees.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Wen Qing says. She moves to the great white heron, in its magnificent frame. “Wow,” she breathes out a sigh of wonder, “This is yours, too?”

“It is!”

Jiang Cheng squeezes Nie Huaisang to his side. Presumably, it’s to show his pride.

Nie Huaisang finds themself melting into the one-armed embrace. Leaning against Jiang Cheng’s warm, solid torso always fills Huaisang with a strong sense of comfort. Jiang Cheng’s fingers curling into the fabric of Huaisang’s shirt provokes a different, equally pleasant feeling. Huaisang feels desired. And being desired makes Huaisang feel like they’re capable of moving mountains.

Wen Qing slowly, almost reluctantly, turns away from the photo. “How much are you selling this one for?”

A shard of hope pierces Nie Huaisang’s heart. They attempt to ignore it as they answer, “Forty-five, with the frame. Thirty without the frame.”

Wen Qing arches a brow at Jiang Cheng. “What do you think?”

Jiang Cheng’s face scrunches. It’s adorably evident that he doesn’t understand the question. “What do I think about what?”

“Do you think I should buy it?”

That shard of hope wedges deeper into Nie Huaisang’s chest.

Jiang Cheng steps away from Nie Huaisang to get a better look at the photo. “You should,” he answers, “if you want to.”

“I do want to.” Wen Qing’s gaze is back on the heron. “I’ve been looking for something to cover that nasty hole in the bathroom wall.” Then, without prompting, she tells Huaisang in an aside, “It was already there when I moved in.”

Nie Huaisang nods wordlessly. They’re more focused on the possibility of making a sale, though they try to keep the greed from showing on their face.

“I’ll take it,” Wen Qing decides, “With the frame, please.”

“Of course!” Nie Huaisang rushes to their large canvas bag, where they have several copies of the print stored. Then they take a frame from a nearby box, and summon all of their focus so that they can slide the photo within the frame with steady fingers.

Huaisang can feel two pairs of eyes on them, but that doesn’t phase them. Over the two months they’ve been dating Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang has grown incredibly comfortable around the both of them. Of course, Jiang Cheng has been a casual acquaintance of theirs since high school. So, to a certain extent, Huaisang was already comfortable around him. But Nie Huaisang wasn’t expecting to get so close with Wen Qing. Especially since they were sharing a lover. And yet here they are.

“Finished,” Huaisang announces once they’re done. They gently transfer it to Wen Qing’s care.

In return, she gives them the cash. “Thank you,” she says, “I can’t wait to hang it up. In fact, I think I’m going to go home and do that now. Jiang Cheng, are you sticking around?”

Jiang Cheng looks at Nie Huaisang and nods. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Alright.” Wen Qing gives them both a wave. “I’ll text you later,” she tells Jiang Cheng, “We should go out to dinner tonight, the three of us. I’ll pay.”

“Okay,” Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang respond in unison. They share a look.

Nie Huaisang giggles. “I’d like that,” they add, but while facing Jiang Cheng, “And then we can watch a movie at my place, if no one has to get up early tomorrow.”

Jiang Cheng’s face softens a bit. “That sounds nice,” he admits, almost like it’s an embarrassing confession.

“It’s a plan, then.” Wen Qing steps forward and tugs Jiang Cheng by his collar into a passionate farewell kiss. She makes it look like they’re parting for weeks, and not just for a couple of hours.

Then again, Jiang Cheng isn’t any better.

One thing Nie Huaisang has noticed from watching Jiang Cheng kiss Wen Qing, is that he tends to look like he’s in pain. Or maybe he’s just concentrating really hard. Huaisang doesn’t know why it happens, only that it’s super cute.

Finally, the two part, and Wen Qing strides off with her framed photo.

“You don’t actually have to stay,” Huaisang tells Jiang Cheng, “It’s pretty boring, just standing here all day. I promise I won’t hold it against you if you leave.”

But Jiang Cheng shrugs his shoulders. “I want to stay, at least for a little while longer,” he says, “Keep you company.”

It’s said so softly, so cutely, that Nie Huaisang has to squee quietly to themself.

Jiang Cheng must hear the sound, because the skin beneath his eyes turns a purplish red color. “It’s not that big of a deal,” he scoffs.

“Still,” Huaisang says, “Thank you.” They pop up on their tiptoes to give their boyfriend a kiss. “I love you.”

That makes Jiang Cheng choke, as it usually does. One day, Huaisang hopes, Jiang Cheng won’t look so taken aback every time he hears the L word. But, even in his shock, he manages to echo back: “I... I love you, too.”

#asks #sangcheng #chengqing #mo dao su zhi #mdzs modern au #drabbles #leigh’s writing #anon #anonymous

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endorstoiii · 6 years

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todas as asks que não foram feitas

1:Full name.I don’t like to share my full name online so I just go with Marina Sakai (that’s enough).

2:Zodiac sign.Taurus

3:3 fears.cockroaches, drowning and burning to death.

4:3 things I love.Music, drawing, movies.

5:4 turn on’s.Music, people who are similar to me, trips and playing The Sims (how random is this?).

6:4 turn off’s.Stupid people, soccer, math and being obliged to do something I don’t want to.

7:My best friend?I don’t think I have one best friend only, I have a few close friends… you are one

8:Sexual orientation?Straight.

9:My best first date?hahaha lol

10:How tall am I?1,62cm I guess.

11:What do I miss?A very good friend I made on tumblr. For some reason she is gone :(

12:What time was I born?At 6:40 am or something.

13:Favorite color?Well I have a holy trinity of colors, but I’d say purple.

14:Do I have a crush?As long as band members exist, I will have a crush LMAO.15:Favorite quote?“My world is turning pages while I am just sitting here” - Kevin Parker, Apocalypse Dreams.

16:Favorite place?Paraty (beach).

18:Do I use sarcasm?Me? No, never.

20:First thing I notice in new person?

21:Shoe size?35 in Brazil too lazy to search it for other locations :p

23:Hair color?Black.

24: Favorite style of clothing?I don’t know, I like to mixture things.

25:Ever done a prank call?Not that I remember.

26:What color of underwear I’m wearing now?Yellow with lilac stripes

27:Meaning behind my URL?It’s a song by Tame Impala. Me + the lyrics = accuracy.

28:Favorite movie?Too hard… but let’s say it’s The Babadook.

29:Favorite song?TOO HARD, but hum… at the moment it is Stella Was A Diver And She Was Always Down by Interpol (which I’m listening to right now!!!) ((but also Leif Erikson and Tidal Wave and ughhhhh)).

30:Favorite band?Sorry, I cannot choose only one so here it goes my Holy Trinity: Tame Impala, Arctic Monkeys and Arcade Fire. But I am extremely obsessed with Interpol, so yeah.

31:How I feel right now?Shitty for having a week off and doing nothing.

33:My current relationship status.The same as always: single.

34:My relationship with my parents.It’s good with my mother, and ok with my father.

35:Favorite holiday.Festa junina because food.

36:Tattoos and piercing I have.None, yet.

39:Do I and my last ex hate each other?who?

40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts?Sometimes good night from my mother and my ex sister-in-law.

41:Have I ever kissed the last person I texted?No.

42:When did I last hold hands?God… when I was a child, maybe, with my parents, to cross the streets lmao seriously I have no idea.

43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?The whole morning lol an hour at least.

44:Have I shaved my legs in the past three days?No. Call me disgusting.

45: Where am I right now?Dining room.

46:If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?This could only happen if I go out with my friends, none of them would go out to get drunk though hah but they would help me, I’m sure.47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?Mostly reasonable level, but you know sometimes you gotta turn it louder for that one part… other times, the whole song lol48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad?Yes.

49:Am I excited for anything?Some of my fave bands will release new stuff this year, so yeah. Also, MGMT are coming to play here and I hope to go!!!50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?No.51:How often do I wear a fake smile?70% of the time maybe.52:When was the last time I hugged someone?I hugged someone? I think it was 14 days ago because it was my friend’s birthday and I went to her house for a surprise party.

53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?I would feel nothing.

54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?I don’t think so.

55:What is something I disliked about today?The whole day, I spent it doing chores and I am dead now.

56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Kevin Parker, love of my life. And many other band members.

57:What do I think about most?Music lol hum, I try to focus on my life, my future… but I can’t seem to succeed.

58:What’s my strangest talent?If I had one I can make 3 waves with my tongue, just like Daniel Radcliffe.

59:Do I have any strange phobias?I don’t know if they are strange, but I am afraid of dolls (automatonophobia) and trypophobia.

71:Do I spend money or save it?Save it… to spend it HAH (taurine with ascendant in Taurus).

72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue?Nope.

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?Yes, there is a rose quartz, a pink tsuru (origami), a bed sheet, a sculpture of Our Lady of Aparecida, a small fake flower that my ex sister-in-law gifted my mom for Women’s Day.

74:Favorite animal?I also have a holy trinity for this lol: cats, elephants and deers (any kind).

75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Massaging my mom’s feet cause I’m a good daughter.

76:What do I think Satan’s last name is?Devicari LMAO ok this is an internal joke with my friends

77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Signs of Life by Arcade Fire78:How can you win my heart? Buy me concert tickets and food.

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?Embrace disgrace. I have just decided this haha I like the word embrace and I always say disgrace, in English, to my sister. And these two words rhyme lol80:What is my favorite word?In Portuguese, it probably is saudade because of the feeling, but there are some others that I like the pronounce, not necessarily the meaning (like resiliência, recíproco, melancolia), and I chose it by the meaning. There’s also eita, which is a perfect word, omg, I don’t know what I would do without this word. In English, one of them is embrace as I said above. But by the pronounce, it is vortex in British accent. Good af. 81:My top 5 blogs on tumblr?OH MAN, I don’t have fav blogs, I have fav people! So this is the criterion to choose. This is not in order. I AM SO SORRY1. @warpaint-impala2. @14thandeuclid3. @sastrugie4. @roger-sultrey5. @streetofthoughtinallyourbones (this one is inactive, unfortunately, but there’s so much gold in there!!!) ((she is @ourblogtoadmire))

82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?hahah… hum… I would say @ all the band members who destroyed my life how much I love them. As everybody in the world is listening to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

83:Do I have any relatives in jail?Not that I know.

84:I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?Mental power, just like Professor Xavier, but with telekinesis too. Oh, and being able to fly.

85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?Hum, I can only think of “y/n” type of question, which would be very obvious… so I guess the question would be “what would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?” LOL

86:What is my current desktop picture?The best gig of my life, aka Tame Impala. For some reason I can’t add the picture here :/ so I’ll post it later separately.

87:Had sex?what is it?

88:Bought condoms?lol

89:Gotten pregnant?When seeing some certain pictures? Oh hell yes!

90:Failed a class?Yep, Chemistry classes mostly. I may have missed some classes, but my shitty teacher could never be patient and a good professional so I could never really learn a thing.

91:Kissed a boy?Unfortunately yes (not because he’s a boy, but because it was bad as fuck).

92:Kissed a girl?Nope.

93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?No.

94:Had job?Yes, I’ve already been an English teacher for kids (imagine how dumb these kids became when they had classes with me lmao I’m sorry girls)

95:Left the house without my wallet?No, never.

96:Bullied someone on the Internet?No.

97:Had sex in public?lmao what does sex mean?

98:Played on a sports team?Yes, I used to play handball at school.

99:Smoked weed?No.

100:Did drugs?No.

102:Drank alcohol?Yes, today. But I never went out to drink, neither had a single alcoholic drink only for me.

103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan?Nope.

104:Been overweight?No. I mean, never been in an unhealthy way.

105:Been underweight?Possibly when I was a child and had anemia.

106:Been to a wedding?Yes, the last one was on April 2017. It was my friend’s sister wedding.

107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?I think so, playing The Sims lol I love this game.

108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight?Probably… I’m not sure.

109:Been outside my home country?No :( (not yet!)

110:Gotten my heart broken?Yes because my fave band members havE GIRLFRIENDS!!! Ok, hum, I have had my heart broken by a “real person” once (and only time). But this person is one of the best people I have ever met and my heart was broken because we could never fit; he is not a bad person at all, we just are from different realities.

111:Been to a professional sports game?No.

112:Broken a bone?No.

113:Cut myself?Yes, once.

114:Been to prom?No.

115:Been in airplane?Yes, a long time ago, and I don’t remember how many times. Maybe 2 or 3.

116: Fly by helicopter?No, but I want to!

117:What concerts have I been to?I have a list of it here! I have seen some native bands too, which were pretty cool.118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Not a crush properly, but a little attraction.

119:Learned another language?Yes, English. But I want to learn others, like Japanese and Russian!

120:Wore make up?For weddings, graduation and this kind of event. And sometimes to go out, but very, very simple.

121:Lost my virginity before I was 18?LMAO

122:Had oral sex?why so many questions about sex? I still don’t know what this mean!!!

123:Dyed my hair?Never, but I’d like to.

124:Voted in a presidential election?My first time will be this year, in October. And I have no idea in who to vote!!! :)

125:Rode in an ambulance?No.

126:Had a surgery?No.

127:Met someone famous?I didn’t meet him, but I once went to an event and Beakman (from Beakman’s World) was there… but this is just like seeing a band live: you only see them, you don’t meet them.128:Stalked someone on a social network?Hahahahah hell yes

129:Peed outside?Outside what? In public, like, in the street? In a bush? No, never!

130:Been fishing?Yes, twice.

131:Helped with charity?Yes.

132:Been rejected by a crush?I had only one crush and he didn’t reject me, neither accepted.

133:Broken a mirror?Yes.

134:What do I want for birthday?My birthday was exactly 14 days ago I wanted a new pair of sneakers, and also money for gigs.

135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names?If I have a good financial condition, I want two. If not, only one. I don’t think too much about names, but can you believe I thought of it earlier today? Yes! Male names I like are Julian and Edwin. And female, Elizabeth/Elise, Amélia/Amelie (just like I said here) and also Helena.

136:Was I named after anyone?No, my grandfather suggested this name for me and my mom liked it.

137:Do I like my handwriting?Not anymore. It is really ugly now, it used to be better.

138:What was my favorite toy as a child?Barbie dolls, always.

139:Favorite TV Show?Decora. It’s a Brazilian tv show about renovating and decorating rooms.

140:Where do I want to live when older?Perth, Australia (thanks Tame Impala for destroying my life).

141:Play any musical instrument?Unfortunately not, and I hate this!!! I really, reaaaally want to play some! Hopefully I will in the future.

142:One of my scars, how did I get it?I have two scars on my right arm. My sister really wanted the tv control I was holding… yeah, she tried to get it from my hands and scratched my arm.

143:Favorite pizza topping?K E T C H U P! LMAO SO PAULISTAN

144:Am I afraid of the dark?No.

145:Am I afraid of heights?Yes.

146:Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?Yeah, I remember once when I left the laundry room (I was alone there) and I didn’t hold the door, so it shut and it was loud, and I said it was my brother’s fault, though he wasn’t even there. My mom was getting in the laundry room and she saw it all. LOL.147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Always? lol hum, yes, it happens a lot.

148:What I’m really bad at.Everything. Ok, hum, I would say that I am really bad at being positive.

149:What my greatest achievements are.Seeing my Holy Trinity live; saving the life of some pets (my last dog and the three current cats I have) and I don’t know what else.

150:The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me.basically everything my father says to me hum my father used to call me useless a lot of times.

151:What I’d do if I won in a lottery.Help my family, move to Perth and try my life in there.

152:What do I like about myself?Nothing…………….-my music taste, and the fact that I am an open minded person.

153:My closest Tumblr friend.you (@warpaint-impala).

154:Something I fantasies about.LMAOOOOOOOOOO sorry but nope hah

155:Any question you’d like - would you read my text?Yes, I will read it.

Glenda, muito obrigada, mas nunca mais faça eu responder todas as perguntas. Por favor. Te amo

#this was the first time I had to answer ALL the questions #it took me two days to finish it lol #but well ok that's the price I pay isn't it?#my post

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cheollies · 6 years

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Fanboy!Hansol

a/n: tbh a quarter of my motivation to write this was because of the gif, he’s just so pretty like how???????

requested by: an anon messaged me a while ago wanting a fanboy Hansol. originally I was going to write this for his birthday but then i saw that gif, so thank Hansol.

He’s not low-key but he’s also not high high key, but he’s like up there

More likely to be rapping your lyrics in public

he works at a convenience store and figured out that he could hook his phone up to the speakers and play the music he wants

He works from the evening to maybe like 11 or midnight sometimes and so the owner usually leaves by the time Hansol shows up

so you know he gonna be blasting your group songs

once played the same song over and over again just because he liked the way you sounded in it

when he restocks, he’s gonna be singing and spitting out your raps cause that’s just how Hansol does

Hansol discovered you because he knew your past

sounds creepy but hear me out

When he was in highschool, his friends took him out to this underground rap place, and hansol thought the place was the coolest thing ever, he had the time of his life

and then suddenly a girl steps onto the stage, and you know, some of the guys were snickering because a girl seriously

but before Hansol knows it, you’re spitting fires out of your mouth, literally tearing the whole place down and Hansol feels as though his whole mind is stalling, in his head he’s like ohh shiiiit

Hansol saw you a few more times at a few other underground events, and he was always so excited to see your name in the lineups, you had definitely become one of his favs

and whenever you performed, he would sometimes record it so he could listen to it later since you hadn’t released anything officially

He even followed you on social media

anyway, it had happened so quickly, Hansol stopped seeing you at the events, your social media was deleted and basically everything about you had disappeared

he asked around whenever his friends took him to the underground places, and everyone had said the same thing

‘y/n got into a company. She’s going to debut in an idol group’

He was kind of disappointed that you’d be in an idol group but he’s like, what the hell, at least you’d be getting the recognition you deserve

so from there, Hansol stuck with you.

Literally felt like his heart was crying when your company confirmed the groups debut date

you may have deleted your social media, but we all know Hansol was whipped for you and had already saved some of your old photos

he also still has his old recordings of you that he keeps precious to his heart

Hansol started attending music shows just to see you

but he ended constantly running into this guy that sounded like he was crying and dying all the time

That was Seungkwan

yeah, he meets Seungkwan because they keep running into each other at the music show, and whenever your group is doing the little pre-photoshoot outside of KBS, Seungkwan is there screaming his head off about his bias

Hansol and Seungkwan were part of the few males there and Seungkwan opened up to Hansol so fast that Hansol was just like welp looks like I’m his friend now

now that they’re buddy buddies, Seungkwan took the time out of his time screaming for his bias to scream, ‘Y/N. MY BEST FRIEND HANSOL, THINKS YOU’RE THE PRETTIEST WHEN YOU SMILE’

and Hansol watched you break into the most beautiful embarrassed smile

‘THANK YOU HANSOL’

you scream back as you and your group are leaving and Hansol thinks he’s about to fall over at how your voice said his name

Because of Seungkwan, Hansol got added into the groupchat

and now he spends much of his time at work on his phone sending memes of your group to the guys

He shows the guys all the recordings of you predebut too and they all comment about how cute you were

And Hansol’s doing a foot stomp ‘SHE’S NOT CUTE! SHE’S SO COOL!! SHE’S COOL!!!’

Wonwoo: okay bro, she’s cool

Jun: She’s still cute though

Hansol: SHE’S MINE

Jun: WELL SHE’S MY BIAS WRECKER SO SUCK IT

Woke up one morning to Seungkwan spamming him, and the words are all blurry to him since he just woke up so he calls Seungkwan and Seungkwan is shouting

‘Y/N PUT OUT A FRICKIN SURPRISED MIXTAPE’

you bet he be sitting in his room with a racing heart as he listens to it and all the guys are spam texting him asking if he alive

Plays the mixtape and only the mixtape at work for a week

Probably would still cry about it if someone asked him about the mixtape

Some of the songs you put out were actually studio versions of his recordings, but he prefers listening to the old recordings since they hold such a special place in his heart

Hansol never attended a fan meet until mama Jeonghan was like I GOTCHU and boom, he’s in

Hansol doesn’t even know how he should feel when he saw you come onto the stage

on one hand he wants to scream for you, on the other hand he wants to bask in how beautiful you were, and on another hand he’s so nervous

He feels like when he was in high school again, back to when he was watching you on stage but this time was totally different, this time you’re style, your hair, everything about you was different

and he just can’t take his eyes off of you

‘Hi!’ you smile so brightly at him when he approaches you.

‘Hi.’ he says it so nervously, ‘i actually have something to show you’

‘Okay’ you nod while grabbing his album to sign

And while you’re flipping the pages, you hear, your voice, your old rapping style, your old song that has never been released

and you start laughing uncontrollably because your old past self makes you cringe so much

‘YAH’ you scream taking his phone to turn it off. you seriously can’t stop laughing and smiling, and your waving your hand around as everyone stares confused

Hansol is honestly smiling so much because your laugh, your smile, everything about the crinkle and sparkle in your eye is making him so happy

Because of you the line is being held up and it takes you almost five minutes to calm down before you grab a mic, and you’re sighing so much into it

You point at Hansol while everyone stares ‘this guy! he just showed me a predebut recording of when I used to rap underground. Seriously, it’s been so long. The video is so old, i never even released the song’

You’re non-stop smiling in front of him because the video really made your day.

By the end of the session with you, you’re holding his hand, waving it around cutely while smiling at him.

‘You shouldn’t show that video to anyone!’ you cutely glare at him

He can’t help but smile a toothy grin and he nods, ‘okay, i’ll keep it for myself’

You’ve come to remember him as the guy who has so many receipts of you

And he enjoys seeing you smile and laugh at everything he shows you

He also uses his discount at the convenience store to buy you all your favorite snacks and he brings a whole bag filled with them and he loves watching you munch on them when you get a little break

He still records you, he’s doesn’t have a professional camera like Jeonghan and Seungcheol may have but his phone does him justice

and there’s moments where you catch him recording and wave to him

Oh boy, Hansol is just so utterly infatuated with you. He loves you, he loves that you’re so popular now and that you’re doing great in the industry. But he’ll always remember that first time he heard you spit fires into the mic. He’ll always rewatch those low quality videos of you, and he’ll still think you were incredibly beautiful. No matter what you do, or how you may change. You’ll still be everything to him.

#hansol #svt #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #hansol scenarios #vernon #vernon scenarios #fanboy au

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 7 years

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pls expand on your ridiculous experiences during one semester at a fake college

okay I got a few asks about this so let me see what I can remember right now. These might not all be in chronological order

- At orientation, they were talking about the reservation near campus and all these pretty sites and this kid in the back of the auditorium goes “So uhh…heard this place might be built over a Native American burial ground?”

- The speaker: “…Let’s not think about that, okay?”

- The freshman were on campus alone for like a week and a half (other than the RA’s) before the other students and I just. The parties. Were out of control. An ambulance was called basically every night.

- I walked into the bathroom the first night there to find a girl literally dying because someone slipped something in her drink and she was having a Very Bad Reaction

- Sting- you know, the singer- ‘s son lived in my residence hall. This boy almost accidentally killed me on three separate occasions (while I was just trying to do my laundry)

- I told my family about this at Thanksgiving. Everyone in the room advised me to seduce him

- I ate breakfast in the dining hall exactly once. I got scrambled eggs. I noticed no one had brought out ketchup with the condiments and politely asked about it. I received glares from at least ten different people. Apparently people there don’t believe in ketchup on eggs.

- There were these two boys in my English class known as “The Lumbard Guys”. They didn’t live in my residence hall, but they would come over almost every night, start a party, and destroy part of the basement.

- At orientation this one kid got mad and set his shoe on fire to prove a point

- Also at orientation like??? My roommate disappeared???? And I never saw her again???

- Listen like…this campus just looked like the perfect setting for a horror film, but none of the people from the area got that. They all thought I was crazy until some comic from Comedy Central did a stand up act and said “Why the hell is this campus so creepy? I feel like I’m gonna leave here with someone else wearing my face!”. I felt way too validated.

- ALL OF MY CLASSES WERE SO FAKE

- My “math” class was actually a disguised home ec. course???? All we had were word problems that were incredibly detailed recipes or instructions on how to fix things. The teacher, who I swear to GOD was actually my Mr-Rogers-Wannabe guidance counselor from high school in disguise, spent more time trying to come up with names and backstories for the models in the text book than actually trying to teach

- I had to take a class called “first year seminar” because neither of my parents went to college. It was supposed to be teaching you about how the school works and stuff but SUPRISE BITCH WE’RE JUST GONNA YELL ABOUT RACISM AND PRIVELGE FOR AN HOUR.

- Literally that’s all we did. Just the whole class bonding over all these struggles we had gone through and getting fired up. Like, it was great, but I also ended up knowing very little about campus and school stuff bc that was the class that was supposed to be teaching me lmao

- My Psych teacher was fucking hysterical for the first few classes but then he just. Vanished. I had to drop the class

- My Fine Arts teacher just. Couldn’t stick to a teaching plan. Her entire wardrobe was scarves. She was very passionate about African masks. She had a flapper haircut. She spoke quietly, but with a marvelously forced tone of voice that I’m certain was her trying to sound impressive and hide a Boston accent. She didn’t seem to understand the year was 2014. She took us into the city to go to the Art Museum and we lost her in there, never to be seen again

- I’m not even kidding

- My “writing” teacher was my absolute fav omfg. She was this long grey haired hippie lady who worked as a nurse for the Grateful Dead and was still stuck there. She may or may not have hooked up with my uncle. I was her favorite student because one day I came in wearing a “HAIR” shirt. She wanted to take the class to England for the sole purpose of going on a Beatles tour

- But like…she did not teach a writing class omfg. She taught a social justice class. All we did was have informed debates about The Issues and listen to music and occasionally watch the Breakfast Club. Every time there was a big paper due on the syllabus, she’d just sit on her desk and go “I mean, I don’t have to cover anything, right? You guys know how to write!” Like I genuinely don’t think she knew what class she was teaching

- There was a boy who sat next to me in that class. He was deaf in one ear and used that as an excuse when he got caught blatantly not paying attention. It worked every time. But I was right next to him. I saw him playing Yu-Gi-Oh on some website on his phone under the table. One time we started talking about model cars and he pre-cummed.

- There was a boy who roamed the campus in a long black trench coat and a weird hat. I never saw his body and started to suspect he might not have one, just the theory of one. He took interest in me because I was the only person in class who ever got his Doctor Who jokes. He’d come up to me at dinner and blast quiz me on various nerd culture before running off and disappearing into the shadows. Just as I was starting to grudgingly accept I was probably going to have to eventually hook up with him for the greater good, I apparently offended him by saying I like Picard more than Kirk. He didn’t stick around to listen to my reasoning. Whenever I saw him after that he would loudly start talking about how great his girlfriend was. Everyone knew he was lying. I wonder if Kirk ever sucked his theoretical dick as well as I would have.

- I gave a football player a shout out on Yik Yak. He really appreciated it, and gave me some fries laced with weed as a thanks. That was such A Night ™ , I watched the Lorax and left the dimension.

- Every time we had dances, this creepy guy named Horace would find me and use my obvious discomfort to make me dance with him. He’d hold my wrists and shove his crotch on mine while vaguely swaying to the beat. I had to escape to the bathroom every few minutes. Finally the security just banned him from the events altogether. I can still see his face clearly in my mind.

- One night, I walked into the bathroom to find a perfect, untouched pizza laying on the floor…but not in a box. Someone literally just took it out of the box and laid it down. I’m still fuming.

- One time I was in the mostly empty library when I smelled something. I walked down the rows of shelves before rounding the corner, and found the President of the college hidden there, sitting on the floor, smoking, a bottle of vodka in his hands. We held eye contact for a solid minute. He slowly shook his head at me. I said “Sir, your house is like…literally across the street.” He shook his head more vigorously. I left the library.

- One night, I heard screaming. I looked out the window to find a girl in a giraffe costume scaling my building. People were throwing water bottles at her. I was concerned. I didn’t know who to talk to for answers.

- I was in line trying to pay for dinner. One of the lunch ladies climbed on top of the ice cream machine and refused to come down. Her friend came over and they started recreating the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Very few people acknowledged it.

- Someone jacked up the soda dispenser so it was only dispensing beer. None of the staff cared enough to fix it.

- I caught my RA in the middle of a drug deal so she gave me a coupon for free ice cream

- Also side note: The soft served ice cream machine on campus was actually a frozen yogurt machine. I had no problem with that, but like, advertise correctly, you know? Nobody else seemed to understand my confusion. Nobody else seemed to understand that froyo and ice cream are two different things. What the hell.

- There were just…so many moths all over the campus. A terrifying amount. When it started getting colder I was like, finally, I won’t be attacked by moths anymore! Only for even more moths to appear. I asked a local about it. “Oh, those are the winter moths!” What the fuck are winter moths? What the fuck, Massachusetts? My friend back home grew convinced that Mothman was in the area. I was inclined to believe her. Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see are moths everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike.

- I’ve encountered deer many times in my life. I know how they act around people. But the deer on this campus were just weird. They’d run out at people all the time. One almost shoved me into traffic.

- My roommate gave my phone number out to literally anyone she found who mentioned they liked to read or liked Doctor Who. She was concerned I had no friends. No one ever called.

- I met a small Greek girl in my Fine Arts class. Our first day of talking, she made me climb a mountain with her so she could get to tutoring, even though I had no reason to be in that building. Her roommates kept mysteriously disappearing. She was late to everything. She’d call me randomly to get food at 1 in the morning. She kept somehow breaking phones and tvs and other electronics. When I asked her how they kept breaking, she waved it off with “Oh, I have OCD. You wouldn’t understand”. I have OCD, and I still don’t understand. One time she invited me out with her friends from high school. I waited outside her building for two hours, while the other friends waited in the parking lot for two hours, because we didn’t know how to find each other. She eventually came outside at 10:30 pm. We went to Friendly’s. She made us stop at her house so she could grab something. We pulled up a long, winding driveway and stopped in a parking lot. At the end of the parking lot were stone stairs that lead up to a mansion on a hill. She ran inside and the rest of us stayed in the car, listening to High School Musical and talking about Supernatural. When she came out 40 minutes later we decided to try and prank her. It went wrong. We almost ran over her friend’s sister with the car. They invited me to a pumpkin patch. When I started complaining about my roommate, she asked me to move in with her. I thought about the other three girls who had seemingly gone missing. I politely declined. Six months after I left the school, I received a text from her asking for notes for an exam, and radio silence after that. I can’t find her on facebook. I fear she might have gone missing too.

- One night, as I was standing outside huddled in the cold, a boy came up and offered me a cigarette to help me stay warm. I turned it down, but he stood around talking to me for a few minutes afterwards. I felt absolutely no awkwardness at all. He was a musician from Colorado. He sang a bit of one of his songs. He was dropping out of school to go to California the next week. He told me I had beautiful eyes, but his were the most alive eyes I’ve ever seen so I couldn’t believe the compliment. We talked for about ten minutes and I fell a little bit in love. He had to rush off to a club meeting, but he told me he’d rather keep talking. He gave me the sweetest smile before he left. I didn’t get his last name or number and I never saw him again.

- There was a dance on Halloween. I couldn’t think of a sufficiently slutty yet classy costume, so I just went as Osgood from Doctor Who. When I got there there was a huge crowd, but people quickly grew bored and started leaving. There ended up being six people left (myself included). We stayed because we could see the upset faces of everyone who had planned the event, but actually had one of the most fun nights of my life. We- myself, the girl from across the hall, Trench Coat Boy, his tiny friend who never spoke, and a boy and girl I didn’t know who seemed to be professional dancers- danced nonstop for almost three hours. The strobe lights and poppy music solidified an unspoken bond. I had never and to this day haven’t felt as free as I did that night. The tiny quiet boy’s smile could have lit up a city. It’s etched into my mind. We all left the dance talking about the surreal feeling in the air, as if something had shifted. None of us ever mentioned the dance again. It’s still one of my fondest memories.

- For a solid month, there was someone in a gorilla costume running around campus.

- There was a rash of sexual assaults on campus. A gang of boys kept jumping girls in the woods. The only thing the school board did was give out free rape whistles at lunch one day. I missed that day, making me one of the only students on campus without a whistle. Later that night when I ordered pizza, the delivery guy tried to start up a conversation with me about all the assaults. He blamed the girls. I took back my tip.

- Sometimes the showers just…filled up with black sludge. No one knew why.

- The girls in the room next to me were very bizarre. They always shot me odd looks and whispered to each other constantly. I couldn’t figure out if they were sleeping together or not. They never washed their hands when we were in the bathroom.

- The doors to each dorm were thick and heavy and required effort to push them open. My roommate and I made sure to lock ours every night, and would triple check it. It swung open by itself almost every night. The channels on the tv would change with the remote equidistance away from us. Sometimes I heard humming in the showers when I was the only one in there.

- My roommate…deserves a whole separate post dedicated to her, honestly.

- She would call her mother and have her do her homework for her. She blasted music constantly, and it was either country or hard rap, nothing in between. She sexiled me constantly. I once walked in on anal. She’d meet guys on Tinder, fall in love with them after a couple of days, and then bring them into the school and into our room like it was no big deal. One of them made it clear he was a budding serial killer. She was in a new drama every week. One time someone called her a dilf on Yik Yak. She was firmly convinced her cousin was blonde because her aunt dyed her hair when she was pregnant. She tried her hardest to get me laid by a football player. She was the loudest drunk I’ve ever encountered. Honestly there’s just too much about her for this omfg

- John Zaffis, the famous paranormal researcher, came to the school on my birthday. I went because I’m a loser who’s been watching shows with him since I was a kid, and I was having a bad day so I decided it could be a treat. I sat in the front row. He held an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with me the entire presentation. He was impressed with my questions. He lamented about the fact he’s always cut out of movies or replaced by priests that look like him. He apparently came to the school every year around Halloween to do a ghost tour around the campus for the students. A girl allegedly killed herself in my floor’s bathroom. He apparently always got a lot of activity around the campus. Everyone in the freshman class started wondering if the rumors about the Native American burial ground were true.

- One time in “writing” class the teacher gave us a number and then whatever song came up as that when we put our music on shuffle we had to play for the class. I ended up with “Touch Me” from Spring Awakening. Midway through the song, the teacher from another class came to complain that they could hear everything. My teacher tried to defend that all music has an important message. “Molly, dear, tell her the message in this song!” I looked around the room and at the other teacher. “It’s about sex,” I said quietly. She stormed out of the room while the class started laughing.

- There was this girl that just had the natural ability to make anything boring. I feel bad saying that, because she’s such a sweet girl, and she’s smart, and she’s gorgeous, and she’s talented, but just…every time she says anything, it’s boring. I’m still friends with her on facebook, the talent transcends to writing as well. You could be having a fun, lively conversation and she could say something completely relevant to the point and yet it would still just be boring. It’s a baffling talent, I still don’t understand how she does it.

- There was a boy who’d come into my room. He lusted over my s’mores poptarts. He kept trying to hit the high notes in Broadway songs. He didn’t understand my sense of humor at all, so we both were constantly worried we were offending each other. He cried about Selena Gomez a lot.

- The dining hall only offered horrendous food. I had pasta almost every night because it was the only thing remotely edible. If you wanted good food, you had to go to Late Night, which was between like 10:30 and 1 I think??? They set it up specifically for stoners and people leaving parties. I was frequently the only sober person there. Except for the moths.

- The chief at the pasta place found out I like theater and got like…weirdly passionate about it. He kept telling me about different theater groups in the area and wanted to know if I was in the school musical. He asked me every time I went up for food.

- There was a disproportionate amount of large black birds to trees. It wasn’t hard to figure out why we so rarely saw smaller animals

- When I told my advisor I was thinking about leaving (mostly for financial reasons but also the fake classes were preventing me from getting an education I wanted, you know?), this little old man looked around his office as if checking for people listening in, then put his hand on top of mine, leaned in close, and whispered “Oh, you sweet little girl. Run as fast as you can.”

There’s definitely more but listen. This school was weird and fake and vaguely surreal and off-kilter. I am fully afraid that one day, years from now, I’m going to be driving through the back roads and pass the place where the campus should be, only I won’t find anything there at all, and won’t be able to find any trace of it ever existing. I won’t be able to find any record of it. I won’t be able to find a record of any of the people. Every time I think about this place I just get a weird feeling, like I somehow managed to escape the Twilight Zone but left a part of me behind in the process. Be careful when applying to college, kids.

#college life #college lyfe #true story #glitch in the matrix #liminal spaces #asks #molly mumbles

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ohgygia · 7 years

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been reading a lot of klance fics lately so i thought i’d share it w you guys!! here’s 14 of them and definitely my favorites. comes with the title (duh), description, a review by yours truly, and link to the fic. the writers of said fics also have some gorg other masterpieces so be sure to check those out!

1. ) Smile for the Stars by maIikcutie

description

Though he's been dealt many bad cards, Lance isn't sure he can handle this one: winding up stranded, a million lightyears away from home, with only Keith to keep him company. The universe is cruel.

review

amazing a+++ fic but i strongly advise not to read this unless you are willing to live the rest of your life broken hearted and Sad. i promise ur heart will be wrecked but in the best way possible!!! a buncha artists on tumblr made art for this so be sure to check those out & also there’s a epilogue-ish thing for this that dulls the pain a lil less and its called The Stars Smile Back in case yall were interested

2. ) Dirty Laundry by Gibslythe

description:

"Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?” Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn’t sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? “Alright, it’s a deal.” Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'.

review:

if u love slow burn then BOY ur gonna love this !!!! mama lance is so warm i luv her !!! fake dating aka one of my fav tropes so 11/10 and i just rly love this ok im in tears

3. ) call me, beep me by safra

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(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose? (00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake? (00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it? (00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy... (00:33) Cause, you know, her threes couldvery easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones? (00:45) What (00:46) The (00:46) Fuck?? (00:47) Oh good, you are awake! where lance messages the wrong number and things kind of snowball from there

review:

i love through-chat fics therefore i am so in love with this!!!!!! your everyday "wrong number" trope but so so so much better!!! cute and happy

4. ) Seasons by fairietailed

description:

“Do you think we’ll be together, still, by the time we make it home?” Lance is quiet for a moment, thinking. Then he says, “That depends. Do you plan on going somewhere?” Keith laughs, threading his fingers through Lance’s hair. “No, I suppose I don’t.”

review:

their relationship is just SO PURE AND SOFT and so well written i'm in luuuv but the open ending will shatter and will most likely rip u apart

5. ) Don't Break Connection, Baby by princedeadend

description:

Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance. Thus begins the adventure of our dear sweet idiot continuing to call Keith to fuck with him (but not like fuck fuck with him...at least not yet). And y'know, eventually having legit conversations with him and getting attached and growing on Keith. aka the phone sex operator fic no one asked for

review:

this is soooooooooo cute and adorable and wow i luv ittttt!!! made me smile so hard it hurts

6. ) He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

description:

In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed...and so are the true monsters.

review:

oh my god the buildup may be slow but i promise it's worth it like everything just falls perfectly into place !!! and its so adorable and creative and just wow not ur usual klance fanfic and that just makes it 1000x better and also,,, dragons !!

7. ) Bonding Time by magisterpavus

description:

“Shiro, I fucked up,” Keith blurted, wringing his hands. Shiro paused mid-punch, shooting him a quizzical look. “What? What happened?” “I think,” Keith whispered, “I think I accidentally roofied Lance. With my dick.”

review:

galra keith will always and forever be my fav au so this is a definite fav for me !!! i love the other 3 sequels it comes w too!! and nsfw content too dont even lie ik u guys are thirsty for that

8 .) Just Static by Jessadilla

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--Static---- -iro, Hunk, Kei---, nybody? I’m---- -static-- --I’m sorry guys. This is all my-- --static--cc-- ---I found my coordinates. They’re-- -stttcc- -guys. I hear something--- --scccc- -end transmission- Alone on a hostile planet, transmissions aren't getting through. How did it come to this?

review:

this fic got me sad and crying in the middle of the night )': wont leave u too sad tho the ending is pretty nice

9. ) What a Healing Pod Can't Repair by Remember_Me

description:

The compromised wormhole was ripping apart at the seams, sending everyone spiraling away in completely different directions. Lance could feel himself being pulled and bent in ways he was definitely not supposed to be. -- Stitching the team back together after everyone is separated is difficult, and for one Paladin rescue wouldn't be coming for a very long time.

review:

no words. literally no words. this was so painful and just wow the buildup will shatter u i swear )’: also poor bb lance i sob. comes with cool-looking art which makes it a whole lot better

10. ) Seen: 5:29 by SpeedOfSins

description:

AU where Keith is some important guy who has a business suit, and lance is a good housewife. (tha ts a lie, i honestly dont have a summary but this fic hurts, i have been told by at least 3 people) Written in text format

review:

will wreck u, beware!! may be short but enough to bring u to tears honestly

11. ) On Thin Ice by Minadora

description:

Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity. This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to "work on his footwork". There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater. Enjoy the ride because it's only just started.

review:

the description says it all !!!!! a fic beloved by the vld fandom and gosh whats not to love honestly???? also the whole gang is so happy !!! (sidenote: this is unfinished and its killing me)

12. ) I bet you look good on the dancefloor by xShieru

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"So like in 'Step Up'?" Allura shrugs. "Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it's just like in 'Step Up'." The smile that she sends Shiro's way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn't believe in dance camps. - Lance McClain's dancing career begins and ends with Keith. Keith just wants to find out what Lance's deal is.

review:

if u love step up ur gonna LOVE this !!!! i love it so so so so much can i just say and wow keith is so hot ffs

13. ) thunderstruck by xShieru

description:

Lance doesn't pine for anyone ever, Keith's never been to a dance, Hunk tries his best to be supportive, Shiro is very done, and Pidge steals a car.But hey, it could've been worse.

review:

space prom!!!!!!! and cute pining gays!! whats not to love about that?

14. ) In English, Please

description:

Lance thinks he can get away with flirting with Keith if it's in Spanish. Lance thinks if he says the words angrily enough no one will catch on to the ruse. Lance thinks his secret crush is safe. Lance, my friends, is very...very wrong.

review:

two words - too. cute. i can't even with this fic

#klance #klance fic recs #leeanne's fic recs #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron #vld #ao3 #long post

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tyranttortoise · 7 years

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for UT/UF/US/SF skelebros for how they approach and act around their crush? (And maybe throw in how they confess if youre feeling up to it? ;) )

UT!Sans:

He doesn’t really act different around his crush, although he does enjoy teasing them with jokes/puns, but that’s just part of his personality. They’re a long-time friend that he spends most of his free time with, and they get along really well with Papyrus. Sans takes them along with him to Grillby’s frequently, as well as invites them over to his house to watch movies/play video games. If they play a competitive game against Sans, he won’t go easy on them and let them win; he’s a casual show-off. Sans enjoys their company as much as he enjoys Papyrus’s–and that’s a huge freaking deal for him.

Confession time! Usually, Sans isn’t one for long-winded speeches, but he can throw together one when it matters. And hoo boy, it matters. Well until the next Reset at least.

“hey, so we’ve been buddies for a long time now, huh? i don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but paps really enjoys having you around.“ There’s a pause, and then a short, breathy chuckle. "i do, too. it’s really nice. and.. uh, paps let me borrow an old book of his.. this weird dating manual. you and i go eat together, we spend a lot of time together, and we hang out all the time, and according to that book.. well, we’re technically dating already.” He winks. "so why not throw a label on this and see where it goes?“

He acts super casual about it because he’s not sure if they return his feelings or just see him as a good pal. He’ll shrug off any rejection with a joke and continue the friendship as normal if it comes to that.

UT!Paps:

Papyrus is adamant about showing his crush that he’s called THE GREAT PAPYRUS for a reason. He wants to make the BEST POSSIBLE IMPRESSION, so he always tries a little too hard, be it with his choice in attire (all of which are homemade customized shirts) or dabbing actual marinara sauce behind the space where his ears would be. Their opinion matters the most to him (besides Sans’s opinion, of course), and he’s constantly texting and/or calling them. His crush is someone that complimented him; flattery is the way to his heart. He also thinks they’re the most amazing person in the world, no matter what. He cooks for them constantly, and he’s always inviting them over for dinner so he can showcase his culinary masterpieces.

Confession time! Well, Papyrus doesn’t really confess first. His crush has to actively flirt with him–or stroke his ego enough for him to conclude it must be flirting. GASP! "YOU’RE.. FLIRTING WITH ME?! ARE YOU COMPLETELY TAKEN IN BY MY GREATNESS?” With his shining eyesockets, how can they possibly say no? But let’s be honest, even if they get embarrassed and deny it, Papyrus is still going to roll with it. "NO NEED TO BE SHY OR INTIMIDATED BY ME! IT’S COMPLETELY NATURAL TO DEVELOP INTENSE FEELINGS FOR YOUR COOL, GREAT FRIEND! AFTER ALL..“ His cheeks start to turn pink and he trails off a little.. but then he takes their hands in his and leans down to eye level. "I MYSELF HAVE THESE FEELINGS FOR MY COOL, GREAT FRIEND!”

Next thing they know, it’s DATING START!

UF!Sans:

He’s a bit of a perv around his crush–and by that, I mean he makes dirty jokes, uses every pet name he can think of (though sweetheart, doll, and darlin’ are his favs), and constantly tries to initiate any kind of physical touch. They’re going to see him without his shirt “accidentally”, and he’s going to nap with his head in their lap at some point or another. Even if they’re his crush, he doesn’t tolerate them saying anything negative about his brother. But his crush could either be someone that gets along fine with the boss and makes dirty jokes right back at Sans, or they could be the exact opposite and the picture of innocence. He spends a lot of the time he should be working slacking off them instead. He’s prone to pranking and teasing them mercilessly.

Confession time! Start! Uh.. I said, start! “…..”..Whoops.It turns out, when Red’s directly confronted about his feelings, he locks up and starts sweating. The confession is dragged out of him when he’s not mentally prepared because his crush is tired of trying to figure out if he’s serious or just teasing them for shits ‘n giggles. He gulps and starts to deflect with another joke, but his crush either shuts him down and insists or starts to walk away. Sans catches their hand and pulls them to him, where he presses his teeth against their lips for the longest five seconds of both of their lives. When he pulls back, his face is bright red, and he’s looking away, all of his confidence gone in an instant. “there. ok? i’m bein’ serious. it’s not all a joke or whatever.”

UF!Papyrus:

He comes across as having sharp edges, but around his crush, he’s.. softer. He still rants and insists he’s TERRIBLE with pride, but he does little things to get their attention on him. Any form of recognition or a compliment goes straight to his head, though he says things like “OF COURSE I’M THE BEST AT IT” with his arms crossed and a slight pink tinge to his cheekbones. He’s protective of his crush; if anyone upsets them, he demands to know who, and they’re going to be in a world of hurt. He’s not big on initiating physical contact, but if his crush were to lean against him on the couch, he definitely wouldn’t pull away. He’d start to get flustered and lose all concentration except for where their bodies are touching. When he invites them over for dinner, he expects them to be HONORED that he made lasagna, and “WELL IF YOU INSIST”, they can stay and watch a movie or something afterward.

Confession start! No, not happening. He’s bad at voicing his feelings, so his crush would have to do it first. He’s prone to misunderstandings, however, so he might take something they say wrong. If they use love in a sentence, it suddenly becomes “WHAT’S THIS ABOUT LOVE? SO YOU FINALLY ADMIT YOU’VE FALLEN FOR ME! I KNEW IT!! IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE YOU FINALLY REVEALED YOUR TRUE FEELINGS!” He looks so smug, so happy–but his crush was really about to finish their sentence with 'I love that little dog that always shows up in your kitchen.’ Papyrus presses on, oblivious. “I SUPPOSE THIS MEANS I SHOULD REWARD THE COURAGE IT TOOK YOU TO REVEAL THOSE FEELINGS TO SOMEONE AS GREAT AND TERRIBLE AS I AM! FINE THEN, LET’S GO ON A DATE.”

Things either get really awkward, or the crush rolls with it and goes on the date.

US!Sans:

Blueberry doesn’t do a good job at keeping the fact that he has a crush on the down-low. He talks about his crush constantly when they’re not around, and when they are, he does everything to get their attention. He’s constantly telling them that they’re amazing, he’s interested in anything that they’re passionate about, and he wants to take them EVERYWHERE with him. Of course, his brother is still included in these adventures because Sans is all about being surrounded by his two favorite people. He isn’t shy about physical contact and frequently cuddles up to his crush. They’re also invited over for every taco night, and their tacos get an extra helping of GLITTER. His crush could either be someone as active as he is, capable of keeping up with him.. or someone that feels entirely overwhelmed by his energy. Either way, Sans has fallen and fallen hard, and he’s not afraid to let the world know.

Speaking of which, it’s confession time! Sans is walking with his crush through the park, his arm looped through theirs to escort them like a proper gentleman in companionable silence. Out of the blue, he turns to them with a wide grin and says, “YOU’RE GREAT, YOU KNOW THAT? AND YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE EQUALLY AS GREAT?! IF WE WENT ON A DATE TOGETHER!”

Don’t hurt that little sweetheart.

US!Papyrus:

Stretch is too lazy to actively chase after his crush. He’ll send a one-word text every now and then or pop out of nowhere to ask them to go to Muffet’s, but beyond that, he’s not acting different or putting in any special effort. He affectionately teases his crush, and he’ll fall asleep against them pretty much any time the two of them end up on the couch, but he does all of that stuff with his brother, too. If they’re shorter than him, he props his arm on their shoulder and leans, and he has a thing for stroking their hair. His crush is someone that encourages his brother, but.. someone that also might be prone to getting frustrated or angry. He finds it cute.

Confession time! Papy’s crush is fed up with mixed signals. Sometimes it seems like Papyrus is flirting with them, and other times, he seems completely uninterested. They just can’t figure him out, and they end up inadvertently picking a fight with him because their irritation over the situation clearly shows. "Ugh, I hate you!“ they shout, mostly to test the waters and see if that would get a reaction from him, or if he–

It does. Stretch fills their vision in a moment, planting a palm on either side of their head and trapping them against a wall. His grin is tight, and he’s looking at them carefully, his gaze searching their now-flushed face. "you’re lying,” he states oh-so-matter-of-factly. The flounder, caught off-guard and either insist or wave it off. "you don’t hate me.“

"You hate me,” they grumble, still irritated over the fight. Papyrus catches their chin with one hand, forcing them to meet his gaze. Slowly, his lazy grin becomes a smirk.

“you don’t believe that, either.” He tilts his head, leaning in close just to watch their cheeks burn brighter. "in fact, i feel quite the opposite. so don’t ever say you hate me, hun.“

ORRRR none of that happens and Stretch just casually texts his crush "wanna go on a date this sat?” Ya'know, whichever floats your ship more.

SF!Sans:

He’s quite demanding of his crush’s attention, and by that, I mean that he demands every second of it. He’s the type that texts them constantly, sending multiple texts whenever they take longer than two minutes to reply. Sleeping is no excuse! He expects constant admiration, and if his crush doesn’t give it to him, he’s confused because WHO DOESN’T FIND HIM INCREDIBLE? AREN’T THEY HONORED THAT HE CHOSE TO SHOW THEM AFFECTION?! However, this just makes him want to impress them more. He’ll shower them with gifts, sparing no expense, trying to use money to get their attention if he has to. His crush is someone that isn’t exactly his friend.. They could be someone in the grocery store that complimented his shoes or someone that passed him on the sidewalk and said hello. He’s quick to crush on someone, and he doesn’t make his feelings a secret, so he’s no stranger to rejection. That still doesn’t mean he takes it well.

Confession time! Blackberry just straight up tells them, “I’M GREAT IN EVERY WAY AND COULD EASILY KILL YOU SIX WAYS FROM SUNDAY, BUT I’M CHOOSING TO SPARE YOU INSTEAD, SO LET’S DATE!” It usually doesn’t end well, and if they try to spare his feelings, he thinks they’re merely playing hard to get and starts pursuing them with gifts. This goes on until they either go on a date or Papyrus gets involved.

And they really don’t want the latter.

SF!Papyrus:

He’s a pretty chill guy by nature, always bowing to his brother’s demands without a second thought, so when someone catches his eye, Papyrus is pretty chill about his pursuit. His crush is an acquaintance, someone who doesn’t automatically hate his brother, and who seems to become easily flustered where Papy’s presence is concerned. He takes a strange delight in this and casually touches his crush whenever they’re around. A brush of his phalanges against their hand here, a bump of shoulders there.. and he’s not above using magic to create a situation, such as causing them to trip right into his chest so he can steady them, his hands lingering. They don’t necessarily hang out together much. It’s probably more like Paps knows where they work and frequents the place to make idle conversation. But he does manage to ask for their number, and he keeps in touch that way.. though his texts mostly come late at night, when his brother is asleep and Papyrus is wide awake.

For his confession, Papyrus doesn’t really confess anything out loud. "when’s your shift end? wanna grab a coffee or somethin’?“ he’ll ask casually, and when they agree, the two will spend a pleasant night talking (unless Blackberry finds out and calls for his brother. As much as it sucks, Paps picks his brother over his crush every time). Papyrus closes the evening by walking them home/to their car, and when he turns to leave, he says, "oh, i forgot somethin’.” Then, he promptly turns on his heel, pulls his crush against him, and kisses them. It’s the kind of kiss that leaves the crush breathless, and they get to experience a (literally) magical tongue first-hand. When Paps pulls away, he winks, tells them he had a good time, and then walks away. What a surprisingly smooth operator.

#undertale imagines #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #papyrus #sans #headcanons #the skelebros confess their feelings #well kinda #i'm down for SF!Paps #and Red for that matter #yeeeahh just gimme all of them

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rockin-llama · 7 years

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92 (I think it was 92???)

tagged by @fxvixen ayyyyye pretty ladayyy

rules: fuck the rules (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

LAST…

[1] drink: water

[2] phone call: this solicitor that won’t leave me alone. Really, I need to get on a do-not-call list

[3] text message: “xo”from my Mom

[4] song you listened to: “Waving Through a Window”

[5] time you cried: ummm, maybe a few nights ago while reading? I don’t really keep track, I get emotional over books.

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] dated someone twice: as in, date the same person twice (no) or date two or more people (yes)?

[7] been cheated on: yes

[8] kissed someone and regretted it: not really. There was this really drunk kiss with my half-aunts husbands nephew. Which even though that’s far enough away from being incest it still weirded me out when I sobered up. Plus I can’t remember his name for the life of me.

[9] lost someone special: yeee

[10] been depressed: ah, haha, hahaha

[11] gotten drunk and thrown up: gotten drunk, yes. Never to the point of throwing up though. I’ve felt pretty sick the next day though.

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:

[12] Blue. Like, a deep blue. Not so dark that it looks black, but, like, deeeep.

[13] I’ve always liked dark greens, but they don’t really look too good on me.

[14] Rolanberry Red

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

[15] made new friends: yep

[16] fallen out of love: not really

[17] laughed until you cried: oh yeah

[18] found out someone was talking about you? Bitch, who wouldn’t talk about me.

[19] met someone who changed you: maybe??

[20] found out who your true friends are: What constitutes as a “true friend”? I’ve always been perplexed by that notion. A friend is a friend. I just talk about different things with different people.

[21] kissed someone on your facebook list: Bet y’all’d like to know who ;) (that was me channeling inner middle-school Marina)

GENERAL…

[22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Now, this is something that I have to pick over. “in real life”. Like, if I have you on facebook I’m considering you as a part of my life (does that make sense??) And a lot of my facebook friends I have met through playing online games. So, no, I haven’t met them in real life (yet, someday I will take a massive road trip) but I consider us friends outside of playing games. So my answer is yes, all of my facebook friends I know in real life.

[23] do you have any pets: Jellicle (Jelli for short) is my kitty cat at my parents house. Unfortunately I can’t have free-roaming pets in the house I’m renting so I only have a beta fish, Hemingay, a bonsai tree (Groot 2.0, the first one was stolen off my porch), and a philodendron named Phil.

[24] do you want to change your name: Nada

[25] what did you do for your last birthday: uh, pretty sure I was playing video-games

[26] what time did you wake up: 10ish

[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: reading

[28] name something you cannot wait for: to move to the mountains and have a horde of huskies

[29] when was the last time you saw your mother: about 4 days ago

[30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish i had a little more motivation??

[31] what are you listening to right now: my fan running in the background

[32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes, I know a lot of toms. What the fuck is up with this question?

[33] something that is getting on your nerves: people who don’t hit “reply all” in a group email. For real peeps, we’re all seniors in college. You should know this by now.

[34] most visited website: uhhhh, I’m honestly not sure. Tumblr is definitely up there, but even though I hardly ever post stuff I open facebook out of habit.

[35] elementary: what about elementary? Are you asking what school I attended? Who my teachers were? If I ever pulled the fire alarm? WEll, I didn’t pull the fire alarm, but I did like to flood the bathroom sinks and report to the teacher that “someone clogged the sinks again”. I was a weird child.

[37] college: comme ci, comme ca. I’m pretty much only taking online classes this semester.

[38] hair colour: so up until I was around 12 my hair was white blonde. When i hit puberty though it slowly started changing color. I now have light brown hair, but in the summer it has blonde highlights.

[39] long or short hair: shoooooooort. I have an undercut that leads to one side being shaved.

[40] do you have a crush on someone: ehh. I’m attracted to a lot of people but i’m not interested in starting a relationship at this point in my life.

[41] what do you like about yourself? So it’s very cliche, but I fucking love my eyes. They range from green to gray to blue. And I have abnormally large pupils so they really accent them. People in high school just assumed I was high all the time.

[42] piercings: dude, guys, peeps, I love piercings. And I am majorly attracted to people with piercings. I have my double lobes done and an industrial bar on my left ear. If I didn’t bite my lips so much I would consider getting a lip ring because I fucking love them.

[43] blood type: AB- , yeah, I’m one of those people

[44] nickname: Mina/ Mina Bina, Rina, MooMoo (thanks Final Fantasy)

[45] relationship status: pining for dogs

[46] zodiac sign: virgo

[47] pronouns: she/her

[48] fav tv show: hmmmm, D. Gray-Man (does that count as a tv show? I don’t watch tv)

[49] tattoos: I have so many tattoo plans. I want the fuckign white tree of Gondor on my back.

[50] right or left handed: right, but I eat properly with my fork in my left hand.

FIRST…

[51] surgery: I had seven stitches in my chin when I was seven years old. Buuuuuut, I’m having major surgery this summer to reduce the size of my boobs. It’s gonna be a grand ol’ time. (hellooooo pretty bras)

[52] piercing: first lobes when I was 7

[53] best friend: I mean, I always call Staci my best friend. And we’ve known each other for our entire lives.

[54] sport: Technically I played soccer in kindergarten, but I wasn’t good at it.

[55] vacation: there’s pictures of toddler-me running naked towards the ocean in Florida with my mom chasing after me with my swimsuit.

[56] pair of trainers: oh fuck if i know, they were most likely blue and from JCpenney’s

RIGHT NOW…

[57] eating: cough drops

[58] drinking: coffee (I know, it’s a disgusting mix with cough drops)

[59] i’m about to: pretend the college didn’t just call me to pay my bill, lol too bad my voicemail inbox is full ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[60] listening to: “Wildfire” - Keston Cobblers Club (it’s incredibly catchy, I strongly recommend)

[61] waiting for: the day I live in the mountains with dogs.

[62] want: for me to decide what I want for dinner

[63] get married: I guess I’d like to be married someday. But I often like to disappear and just be by myself, so, someone very understanding and able to give space would be needed.

[64] career: right now I work full-time as a Kitchen and Transportation Manager at a daycare. It’s amazing. So, I’m basically a fancy lunch-lady. But i’m also a full-time student. One day I will be a famous author and able to support myself through writing (hah_)

WHICH IS BETTER…

[65] hugs or kisses: So I really love hugs. Probably because you don’t get judged by hugging people platonically. And i’m always cold, so body contact is a major thumbsup imo. Buuuuut, I do also like kissing. But kissing kind of involves a hug (at least, most of the time?) In short, hugs are better just because they’re involved in both.

[66] lips or eyes: eyes

[67] shorter or taller: I like my fruity drinks tall, but since I am also a fan of a Manhattan I’m used to short cups as well.

[68] older or younger: I like how many of these questions aren’t even questions, they’re just assuming you know what they’re asking. And I’m a little peeved that I know exactly what the assumption is. idc

[70] nice arms or nice stomach: I like necks. Like, damn, especially since chokers are back in fashion now allllll of my attention is drawn to the neck.

[71] sensitive or loud: are you insinuating that loud people can’t be sensitive?

[72] hook up or relationship: neither here nor there

[73] troublemaker or hesitant: ???

HAVE YOU EVER…

[74] kissed a stranger? kinda

[75] drank hard liquor? yeeeeees (see earlier comment about Manhattans)

[76] lost glasses/contact lenses? kinda? I misplace my glasses all the time when I’m cooking

[77] turned someone down: yes

[78] sex on first date? ehh, there’s a lot of “depends” that can go into this

[79] broken someone’s heart? *shrugs*

[80] had your own heart broken? *shrugs* you’re assuming I have a heart to begin with

[81] been arrested? ;) ... no

[82] cried when someone died? yes

[83] fallen for a friend: muahahaha

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

[84] yourself? yeah, most of the time

[85] miracles? I’m not a firm believer in praying your worries away, so if that’s the type of miracle you’re asking my answer is “no”. However there have been some major moments of coincidence. I’m putting my money on aliens getting bored.

[86] love at first sight? Does my cat count? I saw her and knew immediately that I wanted to adopt her.

[87] santa claus? only if I can live in the North Pole

[88] kiss on the first date? yeeeee, most likely

[89] angels? Coming from a scientific point of view, I know for certain that the probability of humans being the only advanced race out there is practically nil. Therefore, I have no right to say whether or not angels exist somewhere. I know my late-grandma always did, she prayed to them every morning.

OTHER…

[90] current best friend’s name: Staci! I said it earlier, probably, but I’ve been working on this for a few days and don’t feel like scrolling all the way up.

[91] eye color: I thiiiink I also said this. But blue, gray, greenish

[92] favorite movie: Princess Mononoke

i’m tagging No one! Ha!

#i've literally had this open for most of this week #woops #enjoy my intentionally sarcastic and ambiguous comments #shutupmumu

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immortalpen · 7 years

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Beauty and the Beast

I love love love Dan Stevens, and can’t wait to see the new Beauty and the Beast... also my fav animation. In celebration... a little Karoline take on the tale... to be serialised here

Caroline Forbes hated her job. It sucked. There was no denying it. But, it wouldn’t be forever, she told herself as she loaded the deliveries in the van and pulled out her checklist and addresses, all carefully sorted in route order on her tablet. She slammed the door to her battered ride and slid into the driver’s seat. Some way to spend your 21st birthday, she though sourly, as she slid on her sunglasses and flipped the radio station on.

At least there’d be dinner and drinks, lots of them, legal drinks, for once, later this evening. She pulled out of the depot parking lot and started to make her way to the highway, along mains street, peeping the horn at her friend Matt, who was outside his bar, unloading kegs, his tight shirt clinging in all the right places. She rolled down the window and whistled as she drove past, giving him a wave as she sped down the same street she had driven a million times. Yep, it was pretty depressing to still be stuck in the same small town she’d grown up in at 21 years of age, but hey, she had a plan. She was getting out of here, it was just taking a little longer than she’d planned.

Hitting the highway, she accelerated, winding down the window as she went, letting the hot dusty Virginia air stream up her arm and ruffle the curls that lay around her shoulders. Feet tapping to the music, she followed her route on autopilot. Yep, Matt had looked GOOD, she mused, but been there down that, and a birthday backslide didn’t seem the best idea.

The morning passed into afternoon as she wound down an endless procession of familiar streets, avoided all too familiar dogs, shut countless screen doors, gates and parked up on countless curbs, no wonder her suspension was shot. She ate lunch in the truck, quickly downing the chicken salad sandwich she’d brought with her and then enjoying the sharp bubbles of the bottle of coke. She’d parked at her favorite layby, where she had an uninterrupted view of the local waterfalls, really rather beautiful, she thought sentimentally, already imaging the day when shed think about them nostalgically from some distant and no doubt exotic local she would call home in the future.

Lunch over too fast, she dusted off her denim cut offs and tank that displayed her toned stomach and slim shoulders, just enough. She had a great tan this year, from dedicated lake time, and she was going to show it, while she was still young enough to enjoy it.

She had planned to wrap up the working day early, so she could get home and pamper a bit before the big night. She tried not to say it sarcastically in her head. The Grill was the best that Mystic Falls had to offer, and she should appreciate that her friends were all going to be making an effort to come, just for her.

Taping her tablet, she saw that she had reached the end of the list, and felt a surge of anticipation for being done, as she hastily tapped the address in, and started to follow the route. The radio played on, a more melancholy tune, and she felt it in her soul as she drove along a long, winding road, with wisteria brushing the top of the car as she went, the late afternoon sun slanting in trough the windscreen, dazzling and warm, its last hurrah before the night. The trees around the road started to drop into shade, as the sun dipped below the horizon, and Caroline glanced back at the route, wondering how far this parcel was going, her elation at almost being finished dimming as she realized how far she’d have to drive back.

“In 200 yards, turn left” the satnav instructed, and she slowed to follow. She hadn’t seen another car on this road at all, ever since she had turned off the highway some 15 miles back, and the forest was thick around her now, the failing sunlight barely penetrating the dense evergreen foliage on either side of her.

She braked as she reached the turn, and blinked at the address. There were 2 stone pillars marking the driveway of a property, on the left side, that looked like they had stepped out of a gothic novel. She wondered how she had never managed to drive this road before, never mind seen this particular driveway before, as she indicated and turned onto the small dusty road.

Slowly driving up, she carefully followed the curves of the driveway, seeing a grand garden unfold before her. As she crested a hill, she glimpsed the house. Eyes wide, she took in the grand and sweeping architecture. It wasn’t a house, it was a mansion, or maybe even a castle. There were turrets and stone balconies ringing the top floors, and a massive, steel bound front door took up half the front. She could see endless windows, glistening in the twilight as she pulled to a stop, half wondering if this was the type of situation where she should use the back entrance or something. She hadn’t spied a mailbox anywhere, and anyway, the parcel was signed for delivery. Catching herself gawking up at the impressive structure before her, she pulled herself together and grabbed the oblong box beside her and opened the door, grimacing as the rusted hinges let out a loud squeak.

Her boots crunching in the gravel as she approached the front door, wondering for a moment if anyone was home, as most of the windows were dark. A crow called out overhead, a sudden caw in the the darkness of the forest to her right, and left, come to think of it, it seemed this place was completely surrounded by forest. That’s not creepy, she told herself as she climbed the stone stepped, and was confronted with a brass door knocker bigger than her head. It was oddly shaped, she thought as she grasped it, lifting it, with a little difficulty, and dropping it, hearing the loud thud ring through out. It was like a wolf, well, it had a muzzle, and fangs, except the front canines were way longer than necessary for a wolf, totally out of proportion. Another strange thing was the eyes and forehead, they weren’t even vaguely dog like, but human. A man’s eyes stared out above the snarling muzzle. Shifted her eyes away from the weird door knocker, she listened carefully for sounds of life inside the mansion.

As she stood there, she became aware of the absolute silence, even as her skin prickled all over, with that curious sensation of being watched. The nape of her neck buzzed, the tingling feeling spreading down her back, as she turned around to look behind her. Her truck sat quietly, reflecting the last of the light from the day in its windscreen. The garden was empty as far as she could see, and then the woods began, dark and deep, they were too far away for anything to be watching her from there. Even as she thought it, she felt that feeling of being watched intensify as she gazed into the dark space beneath the trees, almost as though her eyes were being pulled to it, as though it were calling her name…_ _

Caroline….

The bolt of the door being slid back jolted her out her reverie, and sending her heartbeat crashing. Turning around, her cheeks flushing with fright, she found herself staring into space. The door was ajar, but there was no one there, and she looked around puzzled. Surely someone had opened the door, but there was no one in sight, and she peered into the limited view of the hall.

It was huge, and cold looking, decorated in exactly the old worldly opulent style she had imagined from the outside. Her phone chirped in her pocket, and she pulled it out instinctively, glancing quickly at the screen.

“Can’t wait for tonight, cocktail Caroline already created” the message from her best friend Elena read. She smiled, quickly texting back several emoji’s, before stuffing her phone back into her pocket and shifting the box under her arm.

“Caroline…’

She looked up sharply.

“Hello? Is someone home? I have a delivery that needs signed for” she called, feeling the hair on her arms prickle. There was something definitely creepy about this place, she thought as she rubbed her pimpled flesh on one arm, and jangled her keys as she wondered what to do. Yeah, so she was supposed to get a signature, but hey, one out of 19 wasn’t bad for a day’s work. The perfectionist in her cringed at the thought of leaving without finishing up properly, but the other part, the gut instinct part, told her to forget it and get going.

Deciding, she spun on her heel, heading back to the truck. The gravel again crunching in the unnatural silence surrounding her. She suddenly noticed how dark it seemed to have gotten. She pressed the button to unlock her car, and frowned as it failed to work, hardly surprising as it failed to work about half the time.

“Excuse me?” a voice called, and Caroline froze, a cold sweat breaking out in her palms. Her heart in her mouth, she turned slowly around, unsure what she would see.

“Is that package for us?” the voice continued, and Caroline felt heat rise to her cheeks. Standing in the door way was a tall, terribly well presented lady, wearing a white skirt suit and pearls. She looked regally down on Caroline and her shorts and tank top combo. Caroline felt her face redden as she realized how carried away she had gotten, how freaked out she’d let herself become, over nothing. No more horror movie marathons she told herself sternly as she climbed back up the stone steps.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone was home”

“I do apologies, I’m sure one of my sons must have opened the door and then wandered off distracted, young people can be so easily distracted, nowadays.” The lady said, as Caroline nodded vaguely, wondering how young the son was. She hefted the box and held it toward the lady.

“Here you go, this is all, and if I could just get a signature that would be great” she looked up in surprise as she saw the woman before her step back instead of taking the parcel.

“Shall I… just put it here?” Caroline asked, feeling awkward as she held the box in her hands, wondering why the woman didn’t take it.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I can see its for my son. If you could just give it to him, that would be best” she was saying, as Caroline frowned.

“It doesn’t really matter, I trust you to give it to him, I just need someone to sign for it” She explained, as she bent at the knee to prop the package beside the door.

“Please, it might be fragile, I can sign, if you can just give me a moment to find a pen”

“Oh! I have one right here” Caroline said, as she patted her pocket for her trusted signing pen.

“Yes dear?” the lady asked, as Caroline frowned and patted her other pocket. It was empty, they both were. She never forgot her pen, she thought as she shrugged apologetically.

“I’m sorry, I seem to have left it in the truck, I’ll just run and get it” she said, stopped as the lady before her let out a tinkly laugh, as pure as silver bells.

“No need child, I am sure my handbag is just inside, if you can just bring the parcel, for my son, I will fetch a pen” Before she realized it, the woman was ushering her forward, her hand on her elbow, pulling her toward the threshold of the house. Caroline hesitated, before her foot crossed the thick silvery looking beam embedded in the floor, that strange nervousness taking over again.

“Come on dear, we don’t have all day” the voice was right by her ear now, and Caroline stepped forward, her boot connecting with the marble on the other side. A cold feeling slid over her as she stepped fully into the impressive entrance hall, turning to watch the lady enter beside her.

She blinked.

The lady was gone.

She wasn’t behind her, or beside her anymore. That prickling returned, licking up her neck and back in flames of fear. The door was shut. She almost did a double take as she stared at it.

“Hello? Erm, Mrs…. Mikaelson?” she called, as she glanced down at the parcel in her hands. Nothing, no response, and a deep silence seemed to have fallen, broken only by the loud ticking of a grandfather clock at the end of the hallway. She swallowed, her heartbeat was jumping all over the place.

“I’m just going to leave the parcel here… it’s fine” she called, her voice sounding fearful and small in the huge space.

“Caroline…”

She spun around again, expecting to see someone behind her, the voice almost seemed to have whispered in her ear.

“Who’s there?” she whispered back, and felt something like panic close up her throat. Get a grip Forbes, she told herself, as she turned back to the door. I’ll just open the door, and leave, no need to make a drama about it, she told herself, and was almost able to keep that determined calmness until she reached out to the door.

Smooth unblemished wood met her fingers. No handle. No lock, nothing that indicated how it opened. She felt the panic succeed in closing her throat and she coughed hard, her chest feeling like it was on fire for a few moments.

“Caroline… come to me”

She spun around, clutching the parcel against her chest, for what meager protection it offered. Her heartbeat was clanging in her ears now, and every breath seemed deafening in the silence.

“Who’s there?” she called. Suddenly, she felt a vibration against her hip, and almost sobbing with relief, she remembered her cell. Pulling it out, she saw the colorful display, her friends having a picnic in the park 2 weeks ago, glowing bright against the rising dark of this house, then her heart dropped. Low battery. She quickly pulled up her recent calls and rang Matt. Waiting in silence, she heard the phone start to ring on the other end.

“Pick up Matt. Please please pick up” she muttered as she looked anxious around. There seemed to be a million shadowy corners in this tomb, she thought as her eyes glanced from one floor to the next.

“Hey, this is Matt, you know what to do” his voice, initially filling her with relief, was short lived as she realized it was his voicemail.

“Good evening. You look a little lost”

The new voice, male, English, seemed incredibly familiar to her for a moment, as she dropped her phone to her side and spun around.

He stood in the doorway of a room just to the right of her. He was outlined by a soft red glow, alive and flickering, behind him, the only light she’d seen in the while place.

“I… I’m delivering a package” she said, her voice sounding strange in her ears.

“There was… a woman, she let me in, and then she… she left” Caroline explained, as the man in the door way shifted forward, and a shaft of the rising moonlight fell through the window and over the hard panes of his face. And what a face, Caroline found herself thinking. It was all artistic hollows and chiseled lines. The darkness seemed to paint his features, a strong brow, strong chin, a full mouth, and eyes that seemed to stare right through her.

“How rude of her, can I help?” he asked, his culture voice snaking around her feet, tugging them into motion, before she was quite sure she was moving.

“I, I just need a signature” she whispered as she drew closer. He stepped back, gesturing to the fire lit study behind him.

“I’ll just fetch a pen” he said, and turned, striding confidently into the room, and going over to the huge wood and leather desk that dominated one wall. Another was taken up with a huge fireplace, so massive she could have stood in it without bending, and the rest were books, shelves upon shelves of them.

She turned on the spot, looking at the leather bound spines around her. She felt suddenly so tired, as though she had run a marathon.

“Where can I sign” he asked, as he approached her her. Seeing him in full light, she took in his azure eyes and burnished golden hair, slightly curled, and his lips, pink, full. She tore her eyes away, as that same mouth turned up in a smirk. She was staring at the poor guy like he was a steak and she’d been on a juice cleanse. Yes, he was ridiculously attractive, but don’t drool, she told herself strictly, as she held out the parcel. His smirk deepened for a moment, almost as though he knew what she was thinking, before he reached out and took the box from her, using it to lean on to sign the paper slip.

“Is that all?” he asked, his long fingers passing over the delivery slip. She nodded, as she took it, biting her lip as his finger tip touched her wrist and a bolt of electricity went up her arm.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and she found herself looking up into his face, and then, meeting his stormy blue eyes, unable to look away.

“Yes, that’s all. Sorry for the delay”

“It is I who should apologies” he said, and for a moment, a look a lot like compassion passed across his aristocratic features.

“Well, thanks then” she said lamely, as he turned his head toward the fire, and took the box over to the desk. He stared down at it, and she realized she was about to embarrass herself again. Gathering her wits, she turned and started toward the door. She really needed a birthday drink now, she thought, as she resisted the urge to look back and see what he was doing.

‘Oh, do you think you can show me how to open then door, I’m having a bit of a blonde moment, and can’t seem to figure it out” she said, with a laugh, looking back and seeing him standing leaning against his desk, the box laid out before him.

“I’m afraid not Caroline.” He said, and she felt all those fearful instincts from before some slamming back into her, her adrenaline spiking.

“How do you know my name?” she asked, clenching her fists tightly.

He watched her a moment, making a leisurely survey, his smile deepening as he surveyed her from head to toe, an almost predatory gleam brightening his eyes. He gestured causally to the parcel.

“Its on this box” he said pleasantly, even as she frowned, that sleepy feeling, heavier than ever.

“What do you mean?” she asked, stepping forward, feeling the lightest sway in her step. He picked up the box and started toward her, and she stepped back automatically. He watched without feeling.

“You’re afraid of me. That’s good. It’s smart Caroline. I’m impressed” he said, as she felt hope slid away, her mind suddenly calculating the improbability that she’d be able to get to the door before him, never mind open it.

“What are you talking about??” she cried, feeling tears start to sting her eyes.

“All in good time, sweetheart. Now, aren’t you going to say thank you?” he asked, arriving before her, the box in his hand, the other reaching up to cup her cheek, as she felt as though her body was frozen to the spot, unable to react, unable to believe what was happening.

“Thank you for what??” she asked, as her eyes dropped to the box.

“Your birthday present of course. Happy 21st birthday Caroline.” He murmured, as he placed the box in her hands and she stared dumbly at the label, where her name and address was written out in spidery script.

“I’ve been waiting for you Caroline. Welcome home.”

#klaroline fanfiction #Klaroline #dark dark dark

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As Long As You Need (4)

Request: hi! Would you be willing to write a Carol x R imagine? Carol and R are close friends even though R is somewhat closed off. Carol really wants to date R and is curious why R doesn't date. She comes to R's house which she hasn't ever been to in order to talk to R for whatever reason and finds out that R has a young child

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A/N: I know the anon requested this didn’t really want/need this as in their life as a series, and I’m really sorry, but I love this prompt too much to let it go that easily.

Pancakes were the cure for everything, stress, anything just go eat a few pancakes and you’ll be fine. It worked for you at least.

“So what do you wanna do today?” You asked Brooke after you’d finished cleaning up. It was finally the weekend and it was about the only time you and Brooke got to spend time together, and recently, it had been getting less awkward.

“Can we take Carol with us to go shopping?” Brooke asked, giving Carol her best puppy eyes. You looked nervously to Carol who had a soft smile on her face while looking at Brooke. “Do you wanna come with us?”

“I’d love to.” Carol answered, reaching to brush some hair out of Brooke’s face. You felt your heart soften at the sight.

“I can drop you off at your house to go change if you want.” You offered, not knowing what to do.

“It’s fine, I can fly over there,” Carol answered, waving you off. “I’ll meet you guys back here in about 45ish minutes?”

“Sounds good to me.” You answered with a grin, Brooke ran off to her room to pick something to wear.

“Thank you for doing this, you really don’t have to.” You thanked softly, getting up and walking Carol to the door of your house.

“I want to,” Carol answered with a shrug, you smiled at her. “I’ll see you soon.” Carol leaned down and pecked your lips softly, surprising you but leaving you wanting more.

She winked at you and walked out, you sighed with a lovesick grin, knowing Carol was the best you could get before going to pick out an outfit for Brooke and yourself.

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Picking outfits for a date is probably one of the hardest things to do, picking out an outfit for a ‘date’ with Carol was even harder. You’d texted your parents and they had agreed to take Brooke to their place about halfway through the date and let her spend the weekend there, you’d told Brooke and she was more excited than you’ve ever seen her in a while.

They were picking her up before lunch, so you would have 1, maybe 2 meals with Carol if you were lucky. You picked out an outfit which looked good but also decent at the same time.

A light grey t-shirt with your favorite band’s logo on it, it was slightly cut off from the bottom so it dangled over the buttons of your light blue ripped jeans. You paired it with a simple denim jacket and white sneakers. You quickly shoved back the other outfits you’d prepared into the closet and went to Brooke’s room to find her ready with her backpack to take to her grandparents house.

The doorbell took you out of your thoughts, you rushed to the door for your jaw almost to drop. She wore a white shirt with roses embroidered on the shoulders and one on the sleeves, the bottom was tied up and it was paired with light blue skinny jeans, a white belt and white converse shoes with her signature brown leather jacket slung over her shoulder.

“Uh, wow, I mean,” You stuttered while blushing. “You look great, come in.”

“Thanks,” Carol said, unable to take her eyes off you, a smirk growing on her face. “You look amazing.” “Stop one upping me.” You joked as Brooke ran into the room. “Also, my parents are picking Brooke up before lunch.”

Carol's eyes widened, she didn’t expect that, at all, she spent the entire time at her house picking out an outfit you would like, not expecting your parents to be there.

“Relax, you don’t have to meet them if you don’t want to.” You laughed, seeing the fear on her face, you laughed, seeing the tension go out of her shoulders when you said that. She had no intention of meeting your parents just yet, though she wouldn’t admit it, she was terrified your parents wouldn’t approve and take you out of her life.

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Shopping went by fairly smoothly, it was mostly the three of you walking around the mall. You took Brooke to a few toy stores for her not to like anything, you texted your parents to meet you outside the ice cream shop when you were done.

Brooke seemed to like Carol a lot, though she wouldn’t say it, Carol acted a lot like your sister. For Brooke it felt like you were with a different version of her mom and she loved it. You couldn’t be more relieved about it. You didn’t know what you would do if they hated each other.

Carol saw how hard it was for you to take care of Brooke by yourself, and she wanted to help you as much as she could. If it meant going shopping with both of you for stuffed animals, so be it, she was willing to do anything to keep you by her side.

The part of the trip terrifying her most was your parents, she shared a large cup of ice cream with you and saw you looking around and she knew they were nearby.

“Carol, you’re shaking the table.” You commented, Carol stopped immediately, clenching her jaw while chewing. “You can stay here, I’ll go drop her off, it’s okay.” You comforted her.

“Thanks,” Carol muttered, you decided not to push it and talk about it later.

“There, c’mon.” You said, reaching your hand out for Brooke to take. She took it instantly, hopping off the seat with her ice cream in one hand and the other holding yours.

“Bye Carol!” She shouted, releasing her hand from yours to wave at her. Carol grinned and waved back, you smiled at her and walked Brooke out of the shop’s doors.

Carol watched you talk to your parents for some time before giving Brooke to them, smiling the entire time, the smile looked forced though. Brooke waved to you while leaving with her grandparents, she watched you come back and sigh when you sat back in your seat.

“You okay?” Carol asked you, nudging the ice cream towards you, you took your spoon out of it and took a bite.

“I just don’t get along that well with my parents.” You stated, Carol’s head tilted to the side slightly, hair falling in her eyes. “They don’t agree with my lifestyle of missions, and they don’t think I have enough time to take care of a kid. Which I don’t, but I have to, and they agree with that. They just think I should change professions, which I don’t really want to.”

“Ah, well, I mean they are your parents,” Carol shrugged, trying her best to help. “So they are there to help you.”

“And they are,” You answered, finishing the rest of the ice cream and tossing it into the trash can. “Just tired of the same argument. Anyway, why were you so nervous about meeting them?” Carol hesitated slightly.

“Well, I was just.” She took in a deep breath, trying to answer without sounding too desperate. “I was scared they wouldn’t approve of me.”

“Carol they would probably love you more than they love me,” You joked, Carol giggled but slapped you on the arm lightly. “They would, but if you don’t want to meet them yet that’s fine.”

“Yet?” Carol asked, getting off her chair. Your eyes widened, you really did need to be more careful with your words.

“I mean if I’m not a one night or one week stand then there’s definitely a ‘yet’” You answered, getting off your chair with a small fear you might just be another fling for her.

“You’re not.” Carol stated without hesitating, calming your fears. You smiled at her and walked out of the store, looking around for where to go next.

While shopping around for clothes, you wanted to hold Carol’s hand badly, but you were scared she won’t want to and decided not to. Most of the time, you reached out while walking, then backing off at the last minute. It happened more times than you would care to count.

Before lunch, while looking for a place to eat, Carol noticed how you were constantly trying to reach for a hand and smiled softly, easily taking your hand and holding it confidently while leading you to one of her favorite restaurants. It was a cute italian place with a lot of people. Thankfully, the waiter recognized Carol and brought them to a more secluded spot in the restaurant.

The two of you talked for what felt like hours before leaving the restaurant, smiling and holding hands. You hadn’t felt this free in a long time, Carol helped you shake your worries and your stress and just be yourself for some time, it was a feeling you craved more than anything.

Carol noticed how relaxed you became and smiled, liking the fact she made you feel happier and more stress free. She had seen how much you care for others and how little you care for yourself, it was one of your traits she loved, but you needed to take care of yourself, she loved you too much to see you suffer.

You decided to head to Carol’s house for dinner, it was a well sized penthouse on one of the apartments near the edge of the city, but still near the compound. She had rooftop access in case she needed to fly off, but she’d made a small garden and patio at the top, which is where the two of you were right now.

“Favorite thing to do as a kid?” Carol asked softly, stroking your knuckles as she lay on her back on one of her chairs, watching the stars that had finally come out after days of rain.

One hand stroked yours as you lay on the other chair while holding her hand and stargazing. You’d offered to play Q&A because why not, Carol agreed and you’d been playing for about an hour now.

“Um, that’s hard.” You thought aloud, “Definitely (fav thing to do as a kid), you?” “Stargaze with people I care about.” Carol answered, noticing you blushing, she winked at you, causing your blush to worsen.

“Let’s go inside.” Carol offered after seeing you shiver, you nodded and got off the chair, following Carol inside.

“I can order pizza and we can watch a movie if you want.” Carol offered, walking over to her phone to call up some pizza.

“Sounds great.” You answered, sitting down on Carol’s couch and picking out something to watch while the pizza came. “Oh have you watched Sherlock yet?”

“What’s that?” She asked, going on the phone and quickly ordering one large pizza and topped it off with a few drinks.

“Only the best show on the planet.” You answered, quickly putting it on, happy to watch it again.

Carol laughed and moved to sit down next to you, putting one arm on the back of the couch next to you. You leaned into her shoulder hesitantly, when you didn’t feel her resist you leaned completely on her shoulder, Carol smiled and draped her arm across your shoulders comfortably.

A whole episode played before the pizza came, once it came, Carol didn’t want to move from watching the show, she agreed it was definitely the best show on this planet, maybe even a few other planets. You started to get tired halfway through the third episode, but saw how interested Carol was in the show and decided not to mention it.

You fell asleep with your head on Carol’s shoulder, exhausted from the entire week's work. Carol didn’t notice until the episode ended that you were snoring. She chuckled slightly at your relaxed state and moved to pick you up, deciding you were too tired to drive and it was too late anyway.

You awoke once Carol had put you down on the bed, groggily getting up and telling Carol you needed to go back to your house, only for her to practically drag you back to her bed, she lended you a hoodie and gave back your sweatpants for you to sleep in.

Carol changed into a similar attire, taking off most of her makeup before going to lie down next to you and finding she couldn’t sleep. She settled to reading a book and watching you sleep peacefully next to her, wanting this for the rest of her life, wanting you for the rest of her life.

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A/N: Seriously tho, this series is pure fluff, completely unnecessary but i hope you like it, feedback is amazing!

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