#theyre so excited to be here look at them. tell them congratulations.

[relaxxattack]

teenage rosemary’s first pride :]

#i wanted to draw teenage girls at their first pride #no i’m not obsessed with rosemary what do you mean #fanart #homestuck #rosemary #rosekan #rose lalonde #kanaya maryam #my art #really love how this came out tbh #look at my fucking girls #theyre so excited to be here look at them. tell them congratulations. #rosemary drawings

[namuneulbo]

week ninety-six

ill tell u ab my bday in detail and then the rest is up to interpretation uwu!!

i picked up me, c and l from school at around 14:30. apparently w was there too? i saw his iconic orange car but but i was talking to l while he was walking outside so i didnt see him :c all of them knew but me TT

we listened to bangers in the car and we parked a bit outside of the central part of vasa so we walked a tiny bit. we walked around some stores. carlings, bikbok, cubus... we went to normal so i could get ear plugs bc i forgot mine at home but then we decided to go to tiger instead bc the queue was so long. they were cheaper there anyways. i looked at calendars for sooo long until i just decided on a pretty sage one. i think the layouts even better than my current calendar so its all good. it was worth the struggle of looking through all of the different calendars. its so good and it was so cheap compared to other stores. i also got some fake blood for halloween.

then we struggled to find a place to eat. l was stubborn ab wanting sushi. c and i wanted pizza. i was craving sushi more between those two so we decided to just split into pairs so i went for sushi w l. it was so good!!!!!!!

then we went for coffee and then i left to go to the cinema to watch oppenheimer w her brother. me, c and l waited outside of the club, right outside the fast food restaurant. the clock was 19 so doors were open but we decided to wait before entering to not seem,,, too excited. since yk,,, we know the ppl playing.

i just realized i never mentioned who we went to see. we went to see a the police cover band. its made up of three guys from our school, d, n and w (yes, that w).

well, as we were waiting outside, n and w walk out the fast food place... it was so funny bc we were just talking and c was facing the other way and me and l react at the exact way like we just make a lil "omg"-face at c and turn a lil quiet for a second. i got eye contact w william literally the second he opened the door but like we didnt wave at each other until him and n had gone a bit further away and c decided to turn around and wave at both of them. they took a further route to get to the club which was funny bc we like realized a bit later that like,,, they took the longer route??? why would they do that??? to avoid us??? it was just a bit silly TT

later on we get inside, we pay the entrance fee and buy alcohol. i got a beer. we sit down and our seat seemed pretty good until more ppl came lol. first set i saw mainly w bicep and second set i switched places w l and saw more face and neck/jaw action. during the interlude i realized his mom and his sister were sitting like.... right in front of us and i got a little nervous they mightve heard me saying something ab him at some point ...... like what if his mom has heard me go like "LOOK AT WS BICEP!!!"... :(

after the show im like "okay, lets go say something to them" but c refused to take the lead at first (w good intention i think, probs to push me to talk to them and not just stand awkwardly behind c as they talked w them). i was a bit scared at first but then i just yoloed and stood up from our seat as like a "lets fucking do this!" and we all collectively went to d first. hes the least scary and n had like,,, already left. d was SO nice TT it was like mainly me talking w him (and i think that was kind of like planned by c and l bc otherwise i wont really take the lead or initaitive). he greeted us first since he probably saw us standing there as he was talking to some others. he greeted us all w a fist bump each and then went like "okay now lets do one w all of us!!" and we shared a foursome fist bump. i love fist bumps theyre so friendly and nice TT then he was like "yeah so cool u guys came all the way here to see us!! i saw u guys singing along in the crowd and it felt so awesome!". THEN he turned to me was like "congratulations btw!" (WHICH IS SO CUTE STOP HE REMEMBERED IT FROM MY STORY I POSTED EARLIER TT) and i was like "omg! thank u! thank u! it was like perfect timing for u guys to play here tonight since like i like the police!" and i also told him they played my fav two songs. then he asked me a bit ab when we got to town and stuff. hes so nice TT

then the scary part. he left to road. ws standing like,, a two meters away MAX. hes talking to some others so i told c and l like "okay but lets just wait until they finish talking!!!" but they talked for so long and c was like "okay, either we talk or we leave" and i just come up w excuses for a bit and then cs like "l, yk he can hear us, right?" and i was like "yeah but im sure hed appreciate us waiting for our turn!!". after a while c once again threatens to leave so i just yolo it and walk up, i stand for like two seconds waiting for him to notice me and when he does i did a lil thumbs up and was like "u played well!!" and he was like "thanks" and then i told him they played my two fav songs and did like a lil pray/thank thing w my hands and he got a little intrigued and asked me which ones and i was like "invisble sun and dont stand so close to me!" and he did a lil confirming nod and i decided to end it there and just like told him it was really good. i also like,, had to think for the title for dssctm bc in my head i said the songs in the other order and bro my mind just goes blank when i talk to him.

anyways we leave, we walk up the stairs and i say a quiet "well played rizz" w a lil hand sign. then continue the bit a little more comfortably as we walked out and continue on ab how im such a rizz god (i am delusional, as u can tell).

we get home and i eat quickly before heading out to the bar to meet some friends. it was a short meeting and like everyone left but i got some sweet "happy bdays" and shugged a beer.

my mom messaged me in the car from vasa and says she talked to a guy who knew me named f (she misspelled his name, it starts w a p). she put a lil sus emoji too, the blushy one w a hand covering its mouth... anyways it was the drummer guy from my grade who works at the bar and apparently they talked for so long and i asked her like what they talked ab and she never answered but just continued saying how nice he was and how he knew i was in vasa earlier... idk if she was hinting something TT

sotw: lorna shore - ...and i return to nothingness

#diary #tumblr diary #namuneulbo

[amazingmaeve]

Like I would ↠ Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Draco Malfoy Masterlist

Summary: Y/N and Draco broke up months ago and Y/N thought it was because of his family but then he started seeing Pansy which made her angry and sad at him. So Y/N started talking to other guys which Draco doesn’t like.

Request: omgHII i love all ur draco fics!! theyre amazing. can i request a draco fic based on like i would by zayn, where fem!reader n draco broke up over than 4 months ago and some guy started hitting on her and they got close. when draco heard abt it he starts seducing her back to him n dirty talking his way into it. no pressure tho its okay if u wont take this request just lmk<3 have a great day x

Requested by: @beiahadid

Warnings: Smut (18+), a bit of angst only in the beginning

AN: Hopefully this is what you wanted I had fun writing it!

Word Count: 1.9k

Usually Y/N would be spending this time with her boyfriend, Draco. But he broke up with her a few months ago and has a thing going on with Pansy Parkinson.

Ever since then Y/N has been trying to figure out why he broke up with her. She first thought it was his parents but his mother seemed to love Y/N. His father didn’t really care so she assumed it wasn’t a problem.

Y/N asked him after a month of being broken up and Draco told her ‘I only wanted you for sex’. Which really upset Y/N.

Draco was Y/N’s first love and her first time which made it more and more heartbreaking.

And for a month Y/N dragged herself to classes and crying whenever she was alone or something reminded her of Draco. But Y/N’s roommate decided to do something about it.

Her friend, Daphne Greengrass, told her to get over him. At first Y/N decided against but a thought came to Y/N. This could make him jealous like the way he made her jealous.

Daphne at first thought Y/N should decide against it. But Y/N knew Draco would crack and it would be a sight to see.

So for the next month Y/N has been talking to a fellow Slytherin of hers, Blaise Zabini. At first he didn’t like Y/N’s flirting due to being Dracos friend but he warmed up to Y/N when she explained why she was doing it.

Blaise told Y/N that Draco really did love her but she ignored it not wanting to her about Draco.

So one night at a Slytherin party that Y/N got an invite to she decided to make it more apparent.

Everyone was around dancing, making out on the couch or talking to one another. Y/N was walking around wondering where Blaise was and saw him sitting on a chair drinking some fire whiskey.

Y/N smirked when she saw that Pansy was sitting on Dracos lap in a chair not far from Blaise. Y/N sauntered over to Blaise and sat on his lap receiving a surprised look from Blaise.

Y/N flipped her hair over her shoulder and smirked at Dracos reaction. She saw him in peripheral vision glaring at her while Pansy started to kiss his neck.

“What’re you doing here love,” Blaise asked putting one of his hands on Y/N’s hips.

“Wanted to congratulate you on the game,” Y/N whispered in his ear. The party was for a quidditch game they had with Gryffindor.

“Wasn’t all me,” Blaise muttered Y/N frowned when Draco leaned in to kiss Pansy.

“I know I just don’t think you get the appreciation you deserve,” Y/N bit her lip as her face was getting closer and closer to Blaises.

“Hmm is that what it is,” Blaise replied knowingly. He knew the game Y/N was playing.

“Yes,” Y/N closed the space between her and Blaise and kissed him. Blaise knew how much this meant to her so he kissed Y/N back.

Y/N moved her lips along with his as he squeezed her waist and she looked to see Draco with jealousy writing all over him.

Y/N smirked into the kiss as she took a breather before diving back as she grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast. Blaise was confused at first but eventually starting groping and squeezing her as she let out moans into the kiss.

Y/N felt someone tugging herself off Blaises lap and when she stood up she saw Draco standing there with an angry expression on his face.

“What’s wrong Draco,” Y/N asked innocently.

Instead of responding Draco grabbed her hand dragging her to his room which she knew all to well.

“What do you want Draco,” Y/N snapped as she tugged her arm away from the angry boy.

“What do you think you were doing,” Draco snarled his face full of anger as he stared at the girl.

“I’m only doing what you were doing,” Y/N told him referring to Pansy. “You flaunt your relationship with Pansy so I thought I might move on since you don’t wanna pleasure me anymore,” She shrugged.

“You think he can do what I can do,” Draco smirked as he closed the gap between him and Y/N. Draco put his hands on her waist.

“I dunno he seemed to be doing pretty fine,” Y/N noted as his fingers went up and down her dress she was wearing. Y/N couldn’t deny that she could feel herself get more and more wet.

“Hmmm,” Draco hummed as he put his fingers under the dress trailing his fingers along her thighs. “Don’t sounds to sure of yourself love,” He whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck.

“What do you want Draco,” Y/N whispered as his fingers trailed over her panties. It was pretty dark in the room so she couldn’t see him which made the anticipation even more exciting.

“To prove I’m the only one who knows how to please you,” Draco bit her ear lobe as he started to rub her clit over the panties.

Y/N let out a moan as he rubbed hard and long strokes over her clit. She hasn’t been touched like this since the last time Dracos touched her.

Draco removed his hand which made Y/N let out a whine of disappointment. He pulled her to the couch and laid her down and kissed her.

Draco used his hand to pull her dress to her stomach as Draco kept kissing her. Y/N kissed him back as his tongue entered her mouth.

While distracting her with his tongue as Draco moved his mouth to her neck, his fingers danced along her panties and pulled them off then she noticed. Y/N helped him as he threw the soaked panties across the room.

Y/N let out moans as Draco sucked on her neck creating hickeys. His fingers danced to her pussy where Y/N could feel her self getting more and more wet.

Draco squeezes her thigh as his thumb draws a figure eights in her clit. His movements were light and fast.

As his face was buried in her neck Y/N lets out moans as his fingers kept pleasing her.

“Do you think he can do this,” Draco whispered in her ear. For a while it was quiet besides her moans and the wet noise he made while rubbing her clit.

“W-what,” Y/N asked breathlessly as his thumb kept going on her clit.

“Would he be able to please you like this,” Draco repeated his thumb halting as he had to repeat the question.

“Draco please,” Y/N whined bucking her hips trying to get some friction her clit.

“Answer the question,” Draco demanded as Y/N’s pussy throbs without Dracos hands on her.

“No,” Y/N whispers answering his questions which makes Draco smirks.

“Good girl,” Draco praises Y/N as he moves down her body and kisses the inside of her thigh as the moans return.

Dracos tongue darts to lick at her clit making her let out a loud moan as she grasps the couch in pleasure. Draco continues to lap at her swollen clit.

“Draco,” Y/N moans out as her fingers grasp his hair in pleasure.

Draco brings his hand to her pussy entrance and circles the wet hole with his middle and index finger entering.

“God,” Y/N moans as Draco slams his fingers in and out of her pussy. He curls his fingers to her g spot making Y/N moan louder.

His fingers rub her g spot as his tongue suck and pull at her clit.

Draco removes his mouth through her clit and looks up at Y/N. She looks so gorgeous when he pleasures he thinks to himself.

Y/N’s are closed as she arched her back in pleasure.

“Tell me how it feels,” Draco asks as his breath hits her clit making her whine. He stops his fingers when she doesn’t answer him.

“Yes it feels so good please don’t stop,” Y/N answers pleading as she tries to ride his fingers.

“Better than Blaise would’ve been,” Draco asks curling his fingers hitting her g spot wanting an answer.

“Definitely,” Y/N answers him.

Dracos mouth returns to her clit sucking at this time as his fingers slam in and out of her.

Y/N closes her eyes and tugs on his hair as she feels her orgasm about to come. Y/N clenched around his fingers and he knew she was going to cum around his fingers any minute.

“Cum Y/N,” Draco demands against her clit. Y/N lets out one loud moan as she cums on his fingers. Y/N feels herself twitching and saw starts when she finally came.

“Feel better love,” Draco teases by cleaning up some of her cum which makes Y/N whine. He climbs up jet body and finally reaches her face where he can kiss her.

“Definitely a stress reliever,” Y/N laughs as Draco smirks against her neck.

Y/N could feel Dracos boner against her thigh as he kisses her neck. She reaches for his belt and unbutton his pants starting to feel herself get more wet.

“You sure you want to love,” Draco asks as he puts his hands on hers.

“Yes Draco I want you to fuck me please,” Y/N begs as she rubs herself against his boner. Draco takes a sharp inhale of breath as feels himself get harder and harder.

Draco pulls his shirt pants and boxers off as Y/N works to get her dress off. She didn’t need to worry about a bra since she didn’t wear one.

Draco uses his hand to drag his cock along her wet folds and rubs the tip against her clit. Y/N lets out a whimper as he rubs against the swollen nub.

“You want me,” Draco asks with a teasing smirk. Y/N nods and Draco says “Beg.”

“Draco please fuck me,” Y/N starts to beg as she bucks her hips up go get friction. “I’ve missed you and your cock so much please Draco,” Y/N whimpers.

Draco brings his cock to her entrance as he slams into her making her cry out. He holds her hips down as he continues to fuck her.

Y/N cries out as he hits her g spot making her clench harder then before which makes Draco let out a groan.

“I’ve missed your pussy love,” Draco pants in her ear as he continues to pull out of her and slam back in making moan every time.

Draco drags his thumb to her clit to rub the nub and when does Y/N moans really loud.

“Draco,” Y/N moans arching her back into his chest bucking her hips up to his trying to meet his thrusts.

“You gonna cum for me love,” Draco continues to thrust into her still hitting her g spot while his fingers rub fast circles on her clit.

“Yes oh god please,” Y/N whimpers as he fastens his pace.

“Cum, cum all over my cock,” Draco encourages her and with one swipe to her clit and one thrust to her g spots makes her see stars as she clenches and moans loudly.

Draco moans she clenches around him making let his load into her.

“That was good wasn’t it,” Draco asks as he brushes hair out of her face.

“Very good.”

#draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy blurb #draco malfoy headcanon #draco malfoy one shot #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #harry potter oneshot #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter

[baroquebucky]

timothée supporting you during graduation

a/n: hey guys !!! I’m working on a couple other timmy fics rn but I’ve been busy bc i graduated high school today !!!! I’m so happy hehe so here is timmy supporting you when you graduate from college :~)

the moment you tell him the graduation date he makes sure he’s had a clear day because he is about to celebrate you all DAY

he is so immensely proud of you !!!!!

he’s more excited than you are (mostly because you were trying to catch up on sleep)

when you can’t sleep the night before he stays up watching videos with you and cuddling

when you get sad because you’re gonna miss all your college pals he comforts you and tell you how you guys will stay in contact because you all have such a strong bond

graduation day come and he is so excited

when he sees you in your cap and gown with all your cords and stoles he literally gasps

“oh my god you look so fucking amazing, come stand over here i need to get a picture right now” “you look so smart how am i dating you im so proud of you oh my god”

he doesn’t want you to leave but you have to since you have to be there earlier, he gets all pouty face but is so excited to see you walk the stage

as soon as you leave and are out of sight, he rushes around the apartment, setting everything up for your suprise party, making calls and making sure everything is good to go

by the time he’s done it’s time to change and head over to see you graduate

when they call your name he is cheering SO loudly, literally screaming at the top of his lungs

“THATS MY GIRLFRIEND! I LOVE YOU Y/N” everyone around him is so :’ ))) and of anyone there is a fan of him theyre recording him and posting it everywhere

of course it goes viral and soon enough you have all his fans congratulating you on every social media you have

he posts you all over his story, taking pictures of you and recording you when you walked the stage, not caring that his screaming will 1000% hurt any and all headphone users

of course in the chaos of graduation the two of you get lost outside and spend 10 minutes searching for each other

he kept getting stopped by fans, of course he took pictures with everyone, telling them congrats and giving them a lil hug

when he finally saw you, my guy had the biggest smile on his face

he was smiling from ear to ear, running towards you with his arms open, crashing into you and picking you up, spinning around

“my girlfriends a fucking college graduate!” He yelled, smiling and putting you down, kissing you all over your face

“timmy stop!” You would laugh, secretly enjoying all the love he was giving you

“let me take pictures of you!! hold your diploma like this” he would tell you, making you lose in different ways because he wanted ALL the angles

he asked people to take your guys picture together, he posted it only a couple minutes later, a heartfelt paragraph that he had pre written as the caption

of course he took your picture with all your friends, comforting all of you when you all were on the verge of tears

your friends all loved timothée and they were certain you two were soulmates

after leaving the venue the two of you blasted music in the car in celebration, screaming the lyrics and jamming out

he needed to buy some time to let your parents and other friends and family get to the apartment so he took you to a nice little lake, staying in the car with you and singing along to music

after a while the two of you left, you were confused but you weren’t complaining at all

as he helped you out of the car the two of you held hands, he had the biggest, goofiest smile on his face

“what are you up to timothée?” “nothing, let’s get inside” he grinned, pulling you along and quickly unlocking the door

“CONGRATULATIONS Y/N!” Everyone yelled, your mouth dropped and timothée smiled at you, you turned to him teary eyed

“did you-?” You smiled as he nodded, you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck, “thank you angel” “anything for you ma cherie”

Of course the two you greeted everyone and had fun at the party, excited to spend time with your loved ones and celebrate one of the most special moments of your life with them

timmy of course got you some amazing grad gift that was insanely expensive that you’ve always wanted

“i can’t take it!” You would protest but of course he wouldn’t take no as an answer “I’m so proud of you, you deserve this, it’s the least i can do angel” he would say, making you burst into tears because oh my god he loves you so much and is so incredibly proud of you

overall timothée is the softest, most supportive boyfriend ever and is with you every step of the way

#timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee fluff #timothee chalamet fluff #timothee imagine #timothee blurb #timothee x reader #timothee headcanon #timothée fluff #timothée chalamet fanfic #timothée chalamet fluff #timothée chalamet imagine #timothée x reader #timothée fanfic

[hamiltonimagines]

Red Handed

Pairing: Phillipa x Reader

Request: “Hey its me again! 😂 I know you're doing a bunch of other requests but when you have a time, can you do a Pippa one where theyre secretly dating and whenever they do ham4ham they always have these cute moments so the fans would catch on? Then at the end Pippa and Y/N would like come out to all the fans? Something like that, I hope that makes sense😭😂 Thank you for taking alot of your time writing a bunch of requests, its very appreciated!!☺” - @multifandomwriterx

Word Count: 1.4k

“Pippa I think they know” I said walking into our shared bedroom. Pippa was sitting on our bed, reading a book. I sat down next to her and showed her my phone. The top trending hashtag on Twitter was #Y/NandPippa.

She grabbed my phone and was looking through some of the tweets. “Well no one seems mad, they all seem really supportive” Pippa said. “Well that’s good” I said, smiling. I looked over at my phone and saw there was a video everyone was tweeting about. “What’s the video they’re all talking about?” I asked her.

She kept scrolling and found the video and pressed the link. It opened up on YouTube. It showed a compilation video of me and Pippa and it was entitled “Y/N and Pippa: proof they’re dating”.

I giggled at the title and Pippa pressed play. It started with the first Ham4Ham show Pippa and I did together.

Pippa and I walked out to do the Ham4Ham show and we were both so nervous since it was the first Ham4Ham we’d performed in. Lin walked up to both of us and whispered “You’re both going to do great” in our ears. Pippa gave my hand a quick squeeze to calm my nerves. If we had been in private, she would of wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed kisses to my temple.

But none of the fans knew about our secret relationship so she kept it to a quick squeeze of my hand.

Pippa started the song off and was belting like a goddess. She sounded so good, I couldn’t help, but stare with the biggest smile on my face. Then I took over and started singing my part and I could see that same smile on Pippa’s face.

Eventually, we got to the part where we were harmonizing and Pippa walked behind and on the next step of the stairs. She hugged me from behind as we sang the rest of the song in harmony.

Then the video went to a clip from an awards show.

They were about to announce who won the award, Pippa had been nominated. We had our fingers interlaced and on our other hands we had our fingers crossed. We were so nervous to hear the results.

Then Pippa’s name got called out, and we both looked at each other with shocked expressions. We both jumped out of our seats along with the rest of the Hamilton actors sitting around us.

I pulled Pippa into the biggest hug. “I am so proud of you, darling” I whispered in her ears. I wiped the tears off her face and then she turned to hug Renée and Jasmine.

Then, she walked up on stage to give her acceptance speech. “I want to thank everyone who helped this dream of mine come true. Also a shoutout to Y/N, my biggest fan and my best friend. I wouldn’t be here without your constant support” she said, emotionally.

I blew a kiss to her and wiped a few tears away from my own eyes. Then I saw Lin behind me, he leaned toward me and whispered “Your girl did it, you must be so proud” in my ear.

Then the video transitioned to a clip from Lin’s wedding. I was confused as to why this was in the compilation. The video showed Leslie singing a love, slow song while Lin and Vanessa danced. Then everyone joined them on the dance floor and the video zoomed past everyone and showed Pippa and I.

“You look really pretty today” I complimented Pippa as we danced. “I have nothing on you, you look absolutely stunning Y/N” she said, as she brushed my hair behind my ear.

We continued to dance and we leaned our foreheads together, just enjoying the moment. She grabbed one of my hands and kissed the back of it.

“One day, maybe Leslie will sing at our wedding” Pippa told me. My eyes lit up and I smiled. “That sounds magical” I replied and kissed her cheek.

Then the video transitioned to a different Ham4Ham show.

I was currently singing Defying Gravity for the Ham4Ham show today. Pippa had been away for a week, visiting her family. I had been really bummed since she had been away and the rest of the cast had really caught on.

They had told me to sing at the Ham4Ham to cheer me up, but I still missed her a lot. I was singing and was hyper-focused on the notes, trying not to mess up one of my favorite Broadway songs.

Then I happened to turn around for a second, hearing some commotion. I saw Pippa a few feet away and I completely stopped singing.

I ran over to her and pulled her into the biggest hug. “I’ve missed you so much” I whispered in her ear. I couldn’t believe she was home so early.

I pulled away from her and heard the crowd saying “aww”. “I’m sorry, I’ll start over, but Pippa is back early from seeing her family and I’ve missed her” I explained.

I finished the song, feeling much more confident because Pippa was there as my number one support system. “Everyone give it up for Y/N” Pippa said, pulling me into a hug. The whole crowd erupted into applause.

The next video that played was one I recognized as a video Lin took and later posted on social media.

I was sitting in Pippa’s lap and we were in Renée’s dressing room. Renée was telling us about some article that she had read about the link between your diet and how well you sleep. Pippa and I were only half-listening. I leaned closer to her and kissed her temple. She smiled back at me.

She had her hand resting on my knee and was drawing circles with her finger. I grabbed her other hand and interlaced our fingers. She leaned in close to me. “I love you” she whispered, quiet enough so no one heard it. I just looked back at her and smiled.

“Would you look at the lovebirds” Lin said. That was when we finally got distracted from each other and looked over at Lin. “Nooo, Lin put away your camera” I whined. Lin laughed and then put away his phone.

The video ended with a montage of a bunch of pictures of me and Pippa over the years. Then the screen faded to black.

I looked over at Pippa. “Woah, I guess they really noticed all the little details” I said, in awe. “Yeah, and now they know” she said, shocked. “Is it so bad? No one has said anything rude and they all seem so supportive” I told her. “No, I guess it’s not that bad. The only difference is now I can kiss you in public” Pippa said, smiling and leaning in to peck my lips.

“Oh wait, we should do an Instagram live. We can confirm the rumors” I said, smirking. I opened Instagram and went live, putting me and Pippa in the shot.

Quickly, the viewers started to pour in. All the comments were about the rumor. “Hey guys, so we are live today because of a little video that has been circling around Twitter and YouTube” I said, smirking. Just about every comment was asking if it was true.

I turned towards Pippa to let her to the honors. “We can both confirm that the rumors are true. We are madly in love” she said as she kissed my cheek. Pippa and I both had the biggest smiles on our faces.

Everyone in the comments was celebrating and congratulating us. “Lin said he is excited that he can finally post the pictures he has of us being cute” I said, reading out the comment.

“Thank you guys for all being so supportive” Pippa said. Then Pippa’s phone buzzed and we both looked over and saw texts from Jasmine and Renée. Once we read them, we both laughed out loud.

“Renée and Jasmine would like to a recreation of Satisfied and also Story of Tonight Reprise at our wedding, so we have that to look forward to” Pippa said and we both giggled. We wrapped up the livestream and thanked everyone for being so nice.

As I put down my phone, I looked towards Pippa with a smile. “What?” She asked, confused. “We’ve been caught red handed, but I’m just really happy they know” I said, kissing her cheek.

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[suearthboundau]

a summary of the plot points would be appreciated!

alright so here’s the whole story:

the end of the current bit would’ve been that yellow n steven just get some time to interact

skip to a day or two later. blue is still mopey and depressed, peridot is getting frustrated w her and then lapis steps in like “i’ll talk to her”. she gives her a speech like “i know what it’s like getting stuck here and never being able to go home, it sucks and it’s miserable, but you have to snap out of it. earth can actually be pretty cool if you give it a chance.”

she takes her out on a walk in the countryside where she shows her the sights of earth, animals and nature and stuff. at first blue is really apprehensive and nervous but she slowly warms up to things and has a good time. her and lapis become friends.

blue comes out of her shell more. she gets really interested in animals and starts observing/studying them, she basically wants to keep anything she sees as a pet. her and lapis get tadpoles from a pond to keep as pets and they all have names and stuff. blue also gets interested in earth fashion since it’s nothing like the uniforms theyre all stuck with on homeworld.

yellow mainly grows close to steven since everyone else ignores her and blue tries to avoid her. she acts pleasant but is secretly trying to figure out how to escape. she never gets anywhere but comes to like steven bc hes genuinely nice and tries to make sure she’s happy and stuff. he brings books to educate her on earth, which she finds interesting, and they also play boardgames together.

lapis leaves about a week after the zircons arrive. pretty much the same as in the show, except blue tries to debate her into staying. when lapis says they can take the barn into space, she points out that 1) the tadpoles will die and 2) the barn is obviously an earth structure and stands out so homeworlders will easily spot them. but instead of convincing lapis to stay, she just flies off without the barn. so everyone remaining continues to live in the barn.

more character development and stuff yada yada. smaller fillery arcs. then one day a homeworld ship arrives at the barn, filled with quartz soldiers. they spot yellow, and yellow’s terrified they’ve come to arrest her but then they reveal they’re trying to rescue her. some of them free her from her cell, while the other quartzes find and bubble peridot and blue. yellow realises from what they’re saying that she was never a wanted criminal and that sapphire must’ve lied to her.

she pretends to play along with the quartzes and act nice. they ask if she knows where the other rebels are and she says yes. something wouldve happened previously so she knows where the crystal gems house is, she leads them to it. however when they arrive and the quartzes disembark, ready to fight the cgs, yellow stabs them in the back by destabilising their leader. the other quartzes are so shocked that they let their guard down, giving the cgs time to form alexandrite and effortlessly defeat them. they bubble all the quartzes and free peridot and blue.

garnet congratulates yellow and tells her she can be free now bc they know they can trust her. but yellow still doesn’t trust them, and only really likes steven. peridot and blue reform (new outfits yayy), and it’s decided that they should all stay at the temple instead of the barn because homeworld knows the barn is a base.

the plot kinda chills out after that big event. it’s mainly just character development stuff and characters growing closer to each other. all the peridot and steven episodes from canon happen off-screen or in the background bc the zircons have nothing to do with them. this is the maybe month or so before ASPR, where there’s no more major canon plot.

yellow gets a new outfit, whether it’s from having to reform or just deciding to change for fun. also the zircons move into the lighthouse, maybe with peridot. generally all i had planned for this was smaller, humour-based storylines. blue becomes more outgoing, yellow develops interests if her own and joins jamie’s acting club. the zircons still argue constantly but start to agree on a few things. like, they both like the same tv shows, they’re both crazy competitive rules lawyers with board games, and they both hate ronaldo, who comes up to their house to play lookout and constantly bothers them about “totally seeing aliens” in his telescope.

eventually they finally just talk things out, apologise to each other for all their grievances, and yellow admits that she’s actually happy living on earth with blue, and it feels more like home than homeworld did. and then they hug it out and fuse. we would’ve had a few comics here where i might’ve taken questions for green zircon. then she’d hear ronaldo coming up the hill to do lookout, panic, and unfuse.

they’d both go inside, do some stuff, then hear ronaldo freaking out outside about spotting a “real moon alien”. they’d just roll their eyes about it but he’d insist they come look. and then they’d see lapis on the moon. ronaldo runs off to get steven, while blue gets really excited that she might see her friend again. when steven goes up to the moon, she tags along. lapis still leaves again, and steven tells blue about his dream, causing her to go into Theorising Mode.

blue obsessively goes over the evidence while yellow teases her for being a crazy conspiracy theorist, and she figures out that pink diamond was rose quartz and cracks the whole mystery. then like 2 seconds later steven knocks on the door and sits them down to explain the whole story. he doesn’t even get to start saying anything before blue’s like “in a second, can i explain my thing first?” and basically explains to him everything he was about to tell them. and then stevens like “uh yeah u got it.” and blue gloats at yellow that she was right while yellow pretends not to care.

garnet has her wedding and the zircs go, yellow doesn’t really hate the cgs anymore but she doesn’t feel hella welcome around them but yeah she goes anyway everyone has a good time. the diamonds show up, pretty much the same as in canon, i hadn’t really figured any way the zircons might impact stuff as i couldn’t see them fighting. they’d probably just hide tbh.

when everyone goes to homeworld, yellow goes with them so she can visit her friends and tell them how she’s been. blue decides to stay on earth so she can catch up with lapis, and also bc there’s not really anything for her up there. pretty much the same as in canon, yellow is not invited to the ball and she doesn’t want to go bc it’s not her place, she splits from the squad and goes to the zircon quarters to chat with her friends. she would’ve changed back into her uniform.

so we’d basically just be following yellow and seeing what life on homeworld is like for a zircon, the living quarters etc etc. as well as the kind of friends she had and her old life and stuff. i had an idea that gems like zircons that access databases can basically connect to the homeworld internet, and yellow would’ve known when they were almost at homeworld bc she would’ve suddenly got three trillion notifications from all the texts people had been sending her trying to find out where she is.

we’d also go back to blue on earth. she’d chat with lapis and they’d reconnect, i’d also have lapis and peridot talk things out bc they left on a sour note. also bismuth would get to know blue bc they never met. then they’d get the steven message and go up into space to help. while everyone else is going to the diamond fight, blue would go to find yellow and make sure she’s safe. they’d meet up in the zircon quarters, check everything’s alright, and the other zircons would be like “um yellow why r u hanging out w that loser lol”. then the chapter would end with all the zircons noticing white diamond’s ship blushing and being like “wtf”.

there’d be an epilogue thing set at the little party that ended the season. i didn’t plan to go into the movie or SUF (the whole plot of the movie would just be the zircons hiding in their house going “wtf” at the giant injector planted right in front of it lol). i guess in SUF they’d just be living their best lives.

[dargonpoop]

its been a WHILE since ive written any fic but i rediscovered some old stuff and figured id post it?? so. have a cute lil soriku one shot under the cut

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Hearts Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riku/Sora (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Pence (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Mentioned Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Beach Trip, Fluff, Pining, Yearning, Crushes, THEYRE SO CUTE, Alternate Universe - Normal Life, mentioned locations are just... normal towns, roxas and sora are twins, sora and riku are dummies but mostly sora, sora and riku are also saps but mostly riku, One Shot Summary: Sora wants to go to the beach, and Riku is a sap.

Muggy, humid days always came after rain on Destiny Island. The ground wasn't even wet anymore, as if the air had sucked all the moisture up into itself. Riku wished it would take his sweat too.

Even the shade of the tree he and Sora sat beneath provided little relief. There was no wind, only sun and water and heat. And sweat.

Sora leaned back, closing his eyes against the sun. His arm rested against Riku's, tan against white, hot and slightly sticky.

"We should go to the beach."

Riku turned his head, cheek against Sora's hair. "We practically live on a beach," he murmured, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Yeah," was all Sora replied. He absently picked at blades of grass, ripping them out of the ground one by one. Riku ached to twine their fingers together.

"If you want to go to the island—"

"No, no." Sora sat up suddenly, turning to face him. His eyes twinkled, an idea dancing behind them. "I mean another beach. Somewhere else."

"Somewhere... else?"

"Yeah!" He hummed thoughtfully, tracing patterns on the ground. "I think there's one near Twilight Town. Roxas told me about how he and Hayner, Pence, and Olette went a few weeks ago. The water there is colder than here, too. What do you think, Riku?"

Riku plucked a strand of grass off the other boy's shirt as he turned the suggestion over in his head. Why would Sora want to go to a beach in a town several miles away when they had one right here? Maybe it wouldn't be as sweaty.

"Twilight Town." He'd go with it for now. “Okay.”

Sora's face lit up. "Twilight Town it is, then!"

Riku hoped it'd be worth it.

~•~

Sora was many things, but he was decidedly not a good planner.

He congratulated himself on at least finding a way to Twilight Town in the first place. He'd managed to remember the route thanks to his visits with Roxas to see Hayner and friends. And he'd remembered to bring enough munny for gas in case they needed it—which they did—and for the train tickets.

But apparently, that was the end of his luck, he figured as he glared at the "Closed for Maintenance" sign hanging on the Central Station door. Riku stood next to him with his arms crossed, trying to hide the amusement in his eyes. It wasn't working.

Sora sighed in defeat.

"Bummer, right?"

He perked up at the familiar voice behind him. "Pence!"

"Heya," said the pudgy boy, waving a half-eaten stick of ice cream and grinning. "What're you up to? And who's he?" He pointed his stick before slipping it in his mouth.

"This is Riku," Sora introduced, hopping down the few steps from the Station doorway to be level with Pence. "Riku, Pence."

Riku nodded in greeting but stayed where he was.

"We were planning on going to the beach," Sora continued, "but.…"

"Ah, yeah. They do mandatory checks every now and then, make sure everything's in working order."

Sora deflated. He felt a twinge of guilt for dragging Riku all this way for nothing.

"Hey, don't look so down. Let me tell you a secret," Pence said quietly, leaning closer. Sora mimicked him, turning his ear, and Riku snorted behind him before turning it into a cough. Sora kicked him in the leg, gently. "See that gate over there?"

Sora followed Pence's outstretched hand to a large doorway in the corner of the lot, squinting his eyes in the sunlight. "Uh huh."

"It leads to the Underground Concourse. You see, it's this underground passageway that connects all of Twilight Town together." Pence spread his arms in demonstration. "If you know how to navigate them, you can go straight to Sunset Terrace. The trains there should be working, but I haven't checked." He stood straight again, adjusting his headband. "Better than nothing, right?"

Sora stood straight and grinned. "Thanks, Pence! You're a life-saver."

Pence sucked up the last of his ice cream. "You know it."

Riku laid a hand on Sora's shoulder. "Are you sure we'll be able to find it?"

"Oh, it's easy," Pence said before Sora could respond. "There are signs everywhere. You can't miss it."

"Yeah, we'll be fine," Sora agreed, tugging Riku's jacket playfully. "I can figure it out."

"You can figure it out? I think the word you’re looking for is we—or maybe just Riku—"

"Hey!"

Riku laughed, tilting his head back. His hair fell away from his face, and Sora found himself smiling too, leaning towards him. He took Riku's hand and tugged, catching him off guard, and shoved him towards the tunnel.

"Thanks again for the help, Pence. See ya!" he said over his shoulder, and the other boy nodded and waved as he began walking off.

"Have fun, Sora, Riku!"

~•~

By the time they finally stumbled out of the tunnels, Riku was sweating. Summer in Twilight Town was brutal. He shrugged off his jacket and hooked it around his arm, the open breeze drying his skin.

"I thought it would be cooler in there." Sora wiped his brow, leaning against a nearby lamppost. Seagulls squawked above their heads, circling just above the buildings. Sunset Terrace stood quietly, the sun casting short shadows on the alleyway road.

"It wouldn't have been so bad if you'd actually asked for directions," Riku pointed out.

"Pence said there'd be signs!"

"Which you didn't stop to look at."

"We made it through fine either way," Sora said, waving his hand. "Next stop: the beach!"

Riku scanned the courtyard for the train station as they walked. A tram rumbled across the bridge above them.

"Look over there," he said, nodding to his left. Sora followed his gaze, past the brick steps and beyond the gate.

Sora took Riku's hand as he ran and Riku followed closely behind, warmth flooding from his palm to his arm and to the rest of his body and eventually fluttering in his stomach. The wind picked up as they bounded up the stairs, and Riku wondered what the beach here was like, if the water sounded the same and if the sand was soft, and he felt giddy with excitement like he was a kid again on another adventure with his best friend.

Well, Sora might be a bit more than that, Riku thought airily.

And then it wasn't airy, and his face heated up and he let go of Sora's hand but Sora didn't notice as he handed his munny to the old lady at the ticket counter, that stupid grin on his face like always. The sun seemed to wrap around his body, setting his tan skin aglow and his spiky hair on fire, and now Riku wondered how Sora would look with his shirt off and his hair wet with sea water. How Sora's skin would feel against his own.

He erased those wonderings, scribbling them out of his mind before they wandered into dangerous territory.

Sora turned and handed Riku his ticket, his sky-blue eyes narrowing.

"Exhausted already, Riku?" he teased, elbowing the other as they boarded the train. "Your face is red. Don't tell me you're already out of shape."

Riku sputtered. "Of course not!"

Sora giggled, honest-to-God giggled and Riku's stomach flipped and danced and Oh god he's so cute.

Riku figured he was fucked. Gay, and fucked.

~•~

Sora curled his toes into the warm sand, watching the waves crashed against the shore twenty feet away. He closed his eyes and breathed, breathed in the salty air and the smell of seaweed, almost like home but not quite. No two beaches ever smelled the same.

"I assume we're claiming this spot?" Riku said behind him. Sora could practically feel Riku’s eyes on him, eyes the color of the sea and the waves.

Riku didn't wait for an answer, and promptly stuck a rented beach umbrella in the ground, twisting it secure. Sora turned and watched him lay a blanket in front of it, beneath the shade.

A small moment passed as Riku stared out at the horizon, a brief smile flickering across his lips. "It's nice."

Sora nodded lazily and lightly leaned against Riku, arm to arm. Long silver wisps of hair tickled his chin as they floated in the breeze, and he tucked them back behind their owner's ear. He let his fingers trail down the side of Riku's neck before pulling away, his heart dancing.

"Ready to swim?" he asked merrily, an eager grin spreading across his face.

Riku smiled lopsidedly. "Thought you'd never ask." He threw off his jacket and dropped it onto the sand before pulling his tank top off, pausing to smooth down his hair.

Sora wasn't sure he remembered how to breathe. His mind seemed to freeze, stop, while his heart did the exact opposite and threatened to cartwheel out of his chest. Heat flared in his cheeks.

He was stunning.

Sora tried not to stare, tried not to look at Riku's perfectly chiseled arms and the light tan on his chest and the curve of his back. He tried, really tried to turn away when Riku bent over to wrap his tank top into his jacket and put them away, but it was too late and Riku was all muscle and his back was so smooth and Sora just wanted to touch it, to touch him, to glide his hands over Riku's skin and pepper it with kisses and oh god his face was on fire.

Riku apparently chose that moment to glance up at Sora, who promptly squeaked and shifted his gaze down, rather horrified both at being caught staring at Riku and at the sound that just escaped his throat.

"What?" Riku's voice turned teasing and he put a hand on his hip, the other reaching up to flip back his hair. "Worried you won't look as good shirtless as I do?"

Sora opened his mouth and quickly shut it, nearly biting off his tongue, and attempted to melt into the sand. He'd been so busy staring at Riku shirtless he'd forgotten to take off his own shirt and now Riku was laughing, and while the sound made Sora's heart do even more rather advanced gymnastics, it did absolutely nothing to help his situation. His mind swirling, he quickly undid the buckle on his shirt and pulled the shirt up. It managed past his neck before catching, half of it up over his head and the rest stuck somewhere between his nose and his chin, because god dammit he'd neglected to pull the belt off first and now he was trapped with his arms dangling awkwardly in the air and his eyes covered by red fabric. In front of Riku.

Who had the audacity to laugh even harder.

"Help," Sora demanded weakly, muffled.

"Hold on—I'm sorry, but—hahaha!" A thump as Riku dropped to the ground, and Sora kicked him, using sound to guide his angry foot. "Ow! Okay, alright, c'mere." Sora could hear the smile in his voice.

Calloused hands tugged Sora by the arm before reaching for the belt, slipping it out of its loop. The shirt loosened around Sora's face and he pulled it off at last, ran a quick hand through his hair to fix the spikes. Despite everything, his lips tugged upwards into a sheepish grin.

"Sorry about that."

Bright green eyes met his, crinkled with laughter. "Shirt troubles? Really?"

Sora chucked the clothes at Riku's face, morphing his face into a pout. Riku caught it deftly and tossed it next to his own clothes.

"In my defense," Sora said, "I still need Roxas's help putting that thing on."

"That's supposed to be a defense?"

"Well, at least you know it isn't totally my fault!"

"Sora…"

"What?"

Riku paused, his head tilted down a degree and his eyes watching Sora through his bangs, still twinkling. "You're… cute." He blinked and backtracked, his cheeks tinged pink as he stuttered without forming a sentence.

Sora was definitely floating, he figured without looking down; he was too light and he couldn't feel the sand anymore, and the wind wasn't blowing but if it did he was sure it would carry him along with it. He struggled to speak, to form a coherent response to Riku's words.

You're… cute.

Instead, his body decided to act of its own accord, and he sprinted towards the water.

"Race ya!"

~•~

The sun hung low in the sky, barely brushing the tips of the waves reaching up towards the two boys lying back on the sand, sea salt ice cream in hand. The summer heat had dissipated and the wind had picked up, brushing past Riku and Sora as it crossed the beach.

Riku watched through his hair as the other boy finished his ice cream, digging the stick into the dirt idly. His eyes reflected the entire world and the setting sun, like blue mirrors. He's beautiful.

As he finished his own popsicle, Riku recounted the day in his head, backwards. Heat poked his face as he recalled their earlier conversation, just after he'd freed Sora from his shirt, and the words he'd let slip. You're cute. He mentally slapped himself in the face.

He was surprised Sora hadn't picked up on anything yet, that he'd continued on like it was nothing. They'd run into the frigid water and splashed each other and played around like usual, laughing until they cramped and couldn't swim, salt water stinging their eyes. Just like they did back at Destiny Islands.

"Hey, Sora?"

A hum in response.

"Why'd you take me here?"

Why, when we have our own perfectly good beach? Why, when it took half an hour to drive to Twilight Town and another to find a working train station? Why, when we could have easily turned back around to save the trouble?

Sora's lips curled up in a soft smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Well?" Riku asked.

"I wanted to spend time with you is all," came the quiet reply.

He turned his head to face Sora, met his eyes. "Why not at home?"

Sora shrugged. "I guess I just wanted to do something special. With you."

Riku felt heat crawl up his neck and his stomach curled in on itself. Sora's eyes never left his.

"And why's that?" he said, his voice tilting playfully, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards in a smirk.

Something danced across Sora's eyes, flickering for a split second before Riku could no longer see it, could no longer see anything but Sora as Sora's lips pressed against his own, sliding between them, and Riku immediately melted into the kiss, his hands reaching up to cup Sora's face. Sora tilted his head and the kiss deepened, and the world spun and then disappeared. He tasted like ice cream and the sea, and Riku's arms tingled where Sora's hands were before they moved down to wrap around his waist and a part of him wished they were still shirtless but this was fine, everything was wonderful and made of Sora.

They pulled apart slightly and Riku breathed a sigh of 'Oh, the entire day clicking into place. And now he was surprised he hadn't picked up on any of the hints Sora had been dropping. He leaned their foreheads together, his eyes closed, and Sora giggled and pulled him closer, tighter.

"So…" Riku murmured, his mind numb in perfect happiness, "was this supposed to be our first date?"

"Well, it definitely ended up that way."

Riku hummed, placing one last kiss before pulling away and opening his eyes. Sora was absolutely glowing, and Riku was sure he must've been the same.

"Let's do it again sometime."

#kingdom hearts #soriku #riku #sora #kh #fanfiction #fic #lets pray this formats right sksjs i had to write up another post bc mobile fucked it upwhen i tried to edit something 😭😭 #tumblr sucks at formatting skdjsks #god i wrote this FIVE YEARS AGO can you believe #also why havent i finished anything since then. brain explain #dargonwrites #my stuff #dargonpoops

[knybits]

Kimetsu Academy!

Kimetsu Academy!Au: A Murder of One

Tanjirou x Akiko (and theyre actually happy lmao)

“Oh! Akiko! Hi honey, how’ve you been?” Kie greets the teenager with a warm smile as they open up the bakery for the day. 

Akiko walks into the store, inhaling the red bean and flour scent as well as blueberries and chocolate chips. The atmosphere envelops Akiko and she feels right at home. 

“I’ve been well,”Akiko smiles before looking up at the doorway leading to a set of stairs behind the store. 

“Are Nezuko and Tanjirou awake?” She questions, and Kie smiles hopelessly. 

“Well, you know Nezuko… Tanjirou should be getting her ready. Go on up and here, take a melon pan with you.”

The bun is stuffed into Akiko’s hand and she bids Tanjirou’s mother a thank you before rushing up the stairs. 

Akiko isn’t even half way up until her boyfriend’s voice calls out, “We’re in the bathroom! Can you come do Nezuko’s hair?” 

She smiles gleefully before taking two rights into the bathroom, watching Tanjirou brush his teeth as Nezuko nods off on his shoulders. 

“Mornfging,”Tanjirou smiles and Akiko chuckles lightly before cayrying Nezuko down to the floor, making sure she doesn’t fall. 

“Hey,” she pecks his cheek. “Another early morning?” Akiko can see his eye bags despite the small amount of makeup he wears to hide them. He blushes lightly, knowing he’s been caught, but nods his head nonetheless. 

Akiko finished the rest of her bread to scold him, hands weaving through long locks and twisting strands of hair, but Tanjirou continues to brush his teeth as he listens to his girlfriend’s voice, a pleasant smile on his face. 

The two are able to make it to the train in time, and everyone allows for Nezuko to have a seat on the train. Akiko and Tanjirou stand nearby, Akiko pressed back on the doors as Tanjirou covers her, making sure there are no perverts on the train. 

Akiko finds one anyway, poking Tanjirou’s cheek to nab his attention before pointing out Enmu, the local pervert, trying to creep on a girl. 

Tanjirou lets out a tired sigh at his usual behavior before cutting through bodies, and Akiko smiles proudly as he grabs Enmu and hands him off to the officer at the next station. 

Luckily, it’s their stop, and Tanjirou grabs Nezuko before the three are off to school. Akiko holds all three of their bags as Tanjirou carries his sister, the two talking about what they did yesterday as if they didn’t talk over the phone at night. 

“By the way, what’s our first period?” Akiko asks as they approach the gates. 

“I’m pretty sure it’s music with Miyuki-sensei?” Tanjirou looks over at Akiko to see her face, nearly jumping at the one she’s making. 

“Music…” 

“It’s ok! I’m sure you’ll be fine!”

“Tanjirou… We both can’t say that…” 

Thankfully, Miyuki-sensei is nice enough to ace Akiko on tests and quizzes, so Akiko has a passing grade in the class. She can remember facts about music, but she always dreads the extra free time left at the end of class because kids usually try to play instruments. 

“Okay, Akiko, let’s try the piano today,” Miyuki catches Akiko attention and the blood drains from Akiko’s face. She sees Zenitsu cover his ears in the corner but she doesn’t blame him.

“I don’t know, Himi-sensei…” Akiko tries to save the rest of the class, but Tanjirou walks over to place a hand on her shoulder, giving her a bright smile. 

“I believe in you Akiko! You know Himi-sensei is a great teacher, so give it a try!” 

Akiko blushes, turning to him as she sees others looking at them. Hoping to keep the eyes off the both of them, she sighs in defeat before smiling back up at him and agreeing. 

Akiko is glad she’s dating her best friend. 

Her fingers dance across the keys, but they have two left feet and she can’t even plunk out the notes for twinkle twinkle little star. Tanjirou sits by patiently, cheering Akiko on whenever she fumbles. 

Finally, her finger presses the last key and the tune to twinkle twinkle little star is complete. Akiko looks up from the piano, wide eyed and in awe of herself before she beams at Miyuki. 

“I knew you could do it!” Tanjirou cheers before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Akiko blushes furiously before taking his hand into her own when the bell rings. 

“We- We’re gonna be late so let’s go!” She insists as Tanjirou laughs. 

Miyuki congratulates Akiko before offering to walk them over to Shinazugawa’s math class, and the two shiver in fear. 

Tanjirou isn’t on good terms with Sanemi, but he’s friends with his younger brother, Genya. Akiko is rather fond of Genya too, since he taught her how to make different types of bento boxes so that she could make Tanjirou lunches every so often.  

When Akiko sees Miyuki talking lovingly to Sanemi, she smiles fondly. It’s the same look Miyuki’s mother would give her husband when he came to visit her with flowers in hard at Ray’s hospital. Just by looking, Akiko can tell that they’re absolutely in love with each other. 

She glances over at Tanjirou, who is talking to Genya at the moment, before wondering if the two of them will love each other like Miyuki and Sanemi. 

“Hey you three,” Himi-sensei’s voice catches their attention, “Save Friday night for me. My mother is inviting your family for dinner.”

Akiko looks over at her math teacher and Sanemi looks away under her piercing gaze. Akiko smiles, turning to look back at Miyuki before nodding her head and promising to ask her parents. 

Periods pass by, Tanjirou enjoying Rengoku-sensei’s class the most as always as she has to reign in her boyfriend from fighting the other students with yard sticks. Sure, some of the other fighters in the cavalry battle make fun of him, but Tanjirou makes a sad face at them before looking over at Akiko. 

“But guys... I pinkie promised her…”

They all agree that Tanjirou has a legal excuse to not participate in the cavalry battle and potentially get hurt. 

When the school bell rings for lunch, Zenitsu bolts down the hallway in search of Nezuko and Inosuke stomps to the cafeteria. Tanjirou pushes his desk over to Akiko’s as she brings out two bento boxes, an excited smile on her face. 

“You already know, but Genya came over yesterday to help me make today’s lunch. Also, it’s unreal how good he is at cooking. I wish he would share some of his skills… He doesn’t need all that talent, y’know?” Akiko goes off, untying the green and black checker patterned cloth with a huff before opening the boxes to present Tanjirou with today’s lunch. 

His eyes shine at the display, his favorite rice balls with a pickled plum in the middle making its appearance as always. There’s a rolled omelet and some edamame beans on the side, and Akiko pulls out a small container of miso soup for the two of them to share. 

He’s about to start eating, thanking Akiko for the meal, but she stops him as she pulls out her phone. 

“Oh yeah, today’s picture, right?” He poses, smiling into the camera as Akiko snaps a picture of him with the food she’s made for the day. She turns her phone off the minute she uploads the photo, knowing that her phone is already blowing up. 

Despite being linked at the hip for their whole lives, and even more so now that they’re dating, the two still find things to talk about. It’s odd, but they find random things to discuss. 

“Are you working at the hospital today?” Tanjirou asks as she chews her omelet, and she pauses to think before nodding her head. 

“Dad doesn’t need me till later though. If you’re not helping your parents today, wanna go to that new tapioca shop near the station? It’s been a while since we spent time together after school.” Akiko juts her lower lip out, batting her eyelashes at Tanjirou, who gives in easily. 

She cheers, hands thrown up into the air before Tanjirou stuffs another omelet into her mouth, and Akiko shuts up in embarrassment. 

“AKIKO!!” The door to the classroom slams open and Akiko nearly chokes on a rice ball. Tanjirou offers her his water, eyes soft with concern before looking over to the culprit. 

“Zenitsu, you almost killed her!” He says with exasperation, but Zenitsu is already tugging Akiko out of the room. 

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease you gotta help me find Nezuko!” Zenitsu cries, grasping at the hem of her skirt as Tanjirou tries to bat him away. 

Akiko deadpans. 

“Can I have one peaceful lunch with my boyfriend?” 

“AT LEAST YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!” 

“Now that you say that I think Yahaba from class 2-B has a thing for you.” 

“R-REALLY?!” Zenitsu lets go, stumbling out of the classroom with a smile on his face. 

Akiko mentally prays for Yahaba, apologizing under her breath for sending a disaster bi after him. 

Finally, the final bell rings and school is out. Akiko and Tanjirou look over at each other before smiling, packing up their supplies before walking out of class together. 

His hand easily finds its way through her’s, and when Akiko asks him if Nezuko will be okay getting home on her own, he says that Kanao will take her since they’re both in the soccer club together. 

This puts Akiko at ease and they pass by Sanemi and Miyuki leaving for the day, the two piling into the car with some school supplies. Both couples wave each other goodbye (though Sanemi looks forced, and Miyuki begins to bicker with him).

The minute their car door closes, Akiko looks over at Tanjirou before saying, “Sanemi is going to propose this Friday.” 

He blinks in surprise before looking down at her, “Really? How do you know?” 

Akiko smiles teasingly before giving him a quick peck on the lips, tugging the two of them along to the station, “I just know!” 

 ---

“Hey, love? File this away for me? I have to go to the OR, but you can observe when you’re done,” Ray says, handing his daughter a manila folder. 

She nods her head, taking the folder before walking into the archives room and stashing it under “na”.  She’s about to walk out when her pager blips, and she looks at it in confusion, wondering why she’s been called up to the front lobby. 

A sudden thought hits her and she blushes lightly, biting her lip as she tries to calm her beating heart. Akiko doesn’t want to be wrong. 

“Tamura-san! Your grandmother is here to see you!” A nurse says, and Akiko’s heart drops. She braves a smile anyway, nodding her head despite the want to run away. 

But her eyes catch a familiar lock of hair, and she raises a questioning eyebrow at the nurse. 

“Tanjirou? You can come out.” 

Said person rises from the counter, laughing weakly, “You caught me…” 

“You can’t get past these eyes, love,” she smiles at him, glad that he decided to visit her at the hospital. 

Tanjirou does this often, and Akiko has no idea why she’s still so surprised when he shows up. Whenever he visits, it’s usually because he’s off work and wants to see her for just a moment before going off to his other job. 

He likes to say that she’s his recharging station, as embarrassing as it sounds. He asks for a smile, receives one, and immediately be ready for his next job. Akiko worries for him all the same. 

Tanjirou works at a flower shop with Miyuki and a cafe during the weekends and helps out at his family’s bakery throughout the weekdays. On top of that, he’s a student, and Akiko doesn’t know how he’s able to juggle all of this as well as a relationship. 

“Did you miss me already?” Akiko laughs, taking Tanjirou over to a secluded corner so that they can talk. 

“Well, yeah, I always miss you,” he says, and Akiko is thrown off, blinking twice before looking away. 

“But also because it’s already nine and you haven’t replied to my calls. You should be off by now, right?” 

When Akiko checks her phone she sees the two phone calls she’s missed, apologizing to him before confirming that it really is late at night. Her dad usually lets her off at eight, but today’s been a busy day. 

So Akiko tells the nurse to leave a note for her dad before she grabs her things from the lounge, walking out of the hospital, hand in hand with Tanjirou. 

The last remaining cherry blossoms flutter down, staining the streets as Akiko’s amber eyes reflect the street lights. Tanjirou allows Akiko to lead since she’s good at seeing in the dim lighting, but the two already have their way home memorized. 

“You can’t sleep over tonight, can you?” Akiko suddenly asks and Tanjirou startles, eyes wide at her request. 

“W-Well we have school tomorrow…” He looks away, timidly looking at the floor. Akiko smiles nonetheless before nodding her head. 

Tanjirou can smell the sadness seep from Akiko despite her happy appearance, and his tongue feels like lead. Akiko looks over at him when his hold on her hand tightens, and he beams brightly at her. 

“I can sleep over after the dinner party on Friday though!” 

He can smell her happiness again and she smiles back, jumping into his arms to bury her face into his chest, nodding enthusiastically. 

Tanjirou pats her head, laughing, before smiling fondly at his girlfriend. 

They both know that they’re lucky to have each other. 

im not trying to troll yalls asses by not giving you guys ch 7 but also i am :,,) but yalls also get to see happy tanjirou and akiko so who rly is losing here,,,

this is a collab thing i did with @giyuwu-writings!! we’re rly excited to post this content for you guys, so stay excited for the wholesome and fluffy chapters of this au!! 

also our tag for this collab is giyuwubits and its cute plz validate us LMAO ;-; 

#kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro #kamado tanjirou #tanjirou #tanjirou kamado #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu academy #demon slayer academy #kimetsu no gakuen #giyuwubits #tamura akiko #himi miyuki #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi

[ladyboltontoyou]

Arthur Morgan x Reader: Farmer’s Daughter. 3

Ask: OH MY GOD IMAGINE THE READER IS A GIRL FROM A GOOD FAMILY, SHES WITH ARTHUR FOR A WHILE NOW, THE PARENTS WANT TO MEET HIM. THEY’RE HAVING FAMILY DINNER AND THE COWBOY MAN JUST CANT KEEP HIS HANDS TO HIMSELF UNDER THE TABLE oh my god if your request are open and you would write that i would probably, most likely die...oh btw i love the “farmer’s daughter” story OH MY GOD MAYBE THIS COULD BE THE NEXT PART AAAAAAAAH SHIT! okay okay i’m sorry i just got excited! love your writing, have a great day!

Warnings: Cursing, probably. Slightly public sex, ya get fingered at dinner ok? 

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/N: YEEHAW MY FELLOW SLUTS! ENJOY! Also, idk what they called panties back then so I just went with panties, ok? 

Two months later and you had fallen completely in love with the man. You both had told yourselves you wouldn’t let it get that far but it was nearly impossible. Every time you would see each other he had something to give you, be it a new drawing of yourself, wildflowers he had found out in the woods, or some suspiciously expensive jewelry that he wouldn’t talk about.

He hadn’t planned on any of it, really, but multiple times a day he would see something that reminded him of you and he just knew he had to take it. Even the jewelry he had stolen from the folks who were unlucky enough to start a fight with him.

After a while of successfully sneaking around the day came you’d both been expecting. Your father caught him. 

It wasn’t in the way you’d thought it would happen, thankfully. He didn’t walk in on the two of you or catch Arthur climbing up to your room or sneaking out of it. It was more subtle and less suspicious. The two of you, like the fools you were, were out in broad daylight at the stables on your property. You would go out there regularly to spend time with your horse so you knew your parents wouldn’t question you being down there. 

You should have known being that comfortable sneaking around was just asking to be caught. And sure enough, you were.

“(Y/N)? Who is this?”

You fucking twitched. When you turned around you saw your father standing behind you with a look of concern on his face and one of the stable boys watching the whole thing go down. You had given him some money earlier to keep his mouth shut and he sure was getting more than he asked for.

“Howdy mister!” Arthur waved and stepped past you. “Remember me? I stopped by here a while back to ask for some directions.”

Your father squinted and reluctantly shook his hand. Suddenly realization spread across his features as it all clicked. “Oh! Yes!” He laughed and clapped Arthur’s shoulder. “How have you been? Ever find your way?”

“Sure did, thanks to you. I was in town and was asking around, looking to buy some good horses, and a few folks told me you were the man to talk to.” You looked at Arthur with parted lips, in shock at how good of a liar he was. He turned a potential disaster into the most casual and normal interaction without the slightest effort. It was kind of scary.

Your father laughed and nodded, crossing his arms proudly. “You’ve come to the right place, follow me.” 

Arthur tossed you a wink and you had to smile then, dumbfounded by how smoothly the whole thing went.

***

After your father had whisked Arthur away to the expensive section of your stables you went back home. Your mother was preparing dinner along with one of the ranch hands, which surprised you. When you questioned why he was there she explained he was making his mother’s famous gumbo, your mother insisted upon it after she had sent some over to your family. 

When dinner rolled around your father made it back just in time, a surprise guest at his heels. 

“Jane, you remember this man, don’t you? He was the fellow on the white horse who asked for directions to-”

“Of course I do!” She wiped her hands with a kitchen rag, walking into the main room where the two men stood. 

You stood up from the kitchen table to watch the whole thing play out, locking eyes with Arthur who just shrugged.

“He came down today to buy a horse from us!” Your father said as he closed the front door behind them. “And to congratulate him on his purchase I’ve invited him to stay for dinner.”

Your mother smiled happily, it wasn’t often you had visitors that weren’t your families prude friends or relatives. “Good! We’re having gumbo tonight, Thomas is cooking his mother’s very own recipe.”

“Oh!” Your father raised his brows. “The one she sent over yesterday?”

“That’s the one.” 

“Brilliant! I loved that.” 

The two of them talked for a while before Thomas announced the soup was done and your mother went back into the kitchen to help him serve. Your father excused himself to wash up, telling you and his guest to have a seat in the dining room.

You sat down next to Arthur and gave him a look. 

“What?” When he finally noticed you looking at him he furrowed his brows.

“How did you manage that?”

“Manage what?”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Come on. You’re the best liar I’ve ever met.”

Arthur shrugged, taking the glass of water that Thomas set down in front of him.

 “You must not of met a lot of people then.”

“All right, then. Keep your secrets.” 

He chuckled and set the glass back down on the table after taking a few generous sips. “Before we almost got ourselves killed, I was going to give you somethin’.” Another gift? He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper. “Don’t let anyone see that.” He added with a whisper since Thomas had walked in with the rest of the drinks. 

You smiled at him and slowly unfolded the paper in your lap under the table. Once you had it done you squinted before realizing it was upside down. You flipped it the right way and your face was suddenly burning. Your breath caught in your throat as you took it all in, quickly folding it back up when your mother walked into the room carrying the giant pot of soup. 

The urge to punch him was strong. Why did he have to give that to you then? Why couldn’t he wait? You slipped the paper in the front pocket of your dress and cleared your throat. 

Arthur chuckled and took another sip of water, smiling sweetly at your mother as she started filling everyone's bowls. “Thank you, ma’am.” 

It was impossible to get the image out of your head. It was a drawing of you, completely naked, lying on your stomach with your head resting on your folded arms, your legs kicked up and locked at the ankles. You were looking directly into the viewer’s eyes with a wicked smirk on your face, some of your hair in your face. Once again you looked utterly magnificent, your body drawn in a way that accentuated every part of you perfectly. If it wasn’t a drawing of you, you probably would have gotten off to it. You probably would anyway, knowing Arthur was the one who drew it.

“What horse did you end up buying, Mr…”

“Arthur. The young brown mustang, think your husband called him Taro.”

Your mother nodded and sat down at the opposite end of the table when she was finally done serving. You wished she would let you help with dinner but she was firm in her belief, not allowing you or your father to help her in the slightest.

It was another ten minutes before your father finally joined you, taking his seat beside his wife. “Please excuse me, got carried away with my hair again.” He laughed and eagerly started eating. Your mother shared a laugh with him, chiding him lightly about how vain he was.

Most of dinner was fine, you all talked about the usual dinner subjects such as work, the weather, and town gossip. You barely paid attention though, the image of you drawn naked was stuck in your mind, along with the idea of Arthur drawing it. You wondered if he had done it in the heat of a lust filled moment or if it was just something normal to him.

What finally snapped you out of your thoughts was the feeling of a hand on your knee. You brushed it off at first, it seemed innocent enough, he had done it plenty of times before when the two of you laid together. It wasn’t inherently sexual.

But then he moved his hand lower, brushing his fingers against the hem of your dress. You looked at him with a subtle glance but he refused to acknowledge you at all. 

Crossing your legs you tried to get him to stop but that didn’t deter the cowboy at all. He pulled your dress up just enough to slip his hand under the fabric, then let the hem fall back down over his arm. You wanted to curse him out but you held your tongue and tried to act as natural as possible, taking another spoonful of soup into your mouth. 

“So, Arthur, you never told us what you do for a living.” Your father said after sending one of the kitchen maids to bring out a bottle of wine.

His hand traveled up to your thighs, his fingers gently rubbing circles over your skin. “Oh, well, it’s nothin’ excitin’. I work for a man collecting debts from people. Good money.”

“Oh!” Your father acted impressed, shrugging and exchanging a look with your mother. 

“If that isn’t exciting, I wonder what is to you!” Your mother laughed and so did your father.

‘Maybe fingering your daughter five feet away from you.’ You thought as you shifted in your seat, thankful for how high the table was. If it was any lower surely they would see that the lower half of his arm was extended towards you.

Slowly, extremely slowly, his hand continued it’s journey upwards. You forced yourself to keep a straight face, even when you felt the tips of his fingers brush against your panties. ‘No problem,’ you told yourself, feeling him pull the fabric aside so he could touch you better. ‘No big deal.’

Arthur rubbed slow circles into your clit with a firm amount of pressure, but not quick or firm enough to get you anywhere fast. And he knew it, too. He ate his second bowl of soup just as normally as he did the first, showing no signs of the fact that his fingers were about to be stuffed inside of you. 

You liked to think you looked just as calm as he did. You had finished your soup and were waiting for everyone else to so your mother could bring out dessert, and then you could finally leave the table. If only Arthur would hurry up and finish his meal. 

The small talk carried on and left almost no silence which worked to your advantage. If they were quiet they probably would hear how fast your breathing had gotten, especially when Arthur pushed that first finger inside of you. You had to practically bite through your tongue to keep the moan silenced. 

“(Y/N), you’re quiet, for once. Are you sick?” Your father joked and everyone laughed, including Arthur. That bastard. 

“I’m fine, just like listening to you all talk.” You said quickly, surprised at how even and calm your voice sounded. Almost as if you weren’t being finger fucked. 

That seemed to satisfy them enough and they carried on with conversation.

Normally at dinner, you rarely drank any wine, since you were never able to just have one glass. It always led to two, or sometimes even three, and you would end up passed out on your bed hours before you usually would. But tonight you happily drank, finishing the second glass right as Arthur had two fingers curling inside of you. 

As hard as you tried not to let yourself orgasm you could feel it approaching rapidly. Arthur could too, noting how your chest rose and fell and how you were twitching around his fingers. He slowed down momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath, before he was right back at it, quicker than before. He had a hard-on of his own but with his belt and gun holster in the way, no one would have the slightest idea, even if they looked right at his crotch. Lucky him.

“Are we ready for dessert?” Your mother's voice scared you out of your wits and you jumped. 

“Yes!” You laughed to draw attention away from the fact that you almost spilled your wine. 

She left along with the kitchen maid, directing her to get together new sets of dishes. 

His fingers curled quicker as he sipped on his wine, keeping his eyes anywhere but your father or you. Your father kept up the small talk, allowing you to give yourself the time to focus on having a discreet and quiet orgasm. 

You slowed your breathing as you felt it coming, gripping Arthur’s arm under the table with your left hand as you curled your other hand into a fist around your dress. He looked down at you for a split second, savoring the sight of you as best as he could before he forced himself to look away as to not look suspicious. He gave you a few more deep pumps before you came. The heat and tingles exploded, rippling from your clit and inside your body to your entire form. You bit your lip and looked down, sinking your nails into the skin of his arm. The waves of pleasure that coursed through your body were enough to make anyone scream but you kept your mouth shut and posture still. 

When it finally finished you sat back in your seat, running a hand through your hair as you sighed, wiping the sweat off your forehead when your father wasn't looking. Arthur smirked at you and you threw him the angriest glare you could, but you couldn’t keep it for long. When he chuckled you broke out into a smile and you had to look away so you didn’t laugh.

“Here it is!” Your mother said proudly as she carried the pecan pie into the dining room. “Took me all day!” 

Arthur made a show of looking impressed and your father praised your mother's cooking to no end, telling her that she was the best cook in the whole west. She smiled proudly and served everyone's plates. Thank god you had already came and Arthur’s hand was back where it belonged.

“I’m going to make you regret that.” You whispered to Arthur as your mother talked about how hard it was to find enough pecans. 

“Lookin’ forward to it.”

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x reader smut #arthur morgan imagines #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption smut #red dead redemption x reader smut #red dead redemption 2 imagines #red dead redemption 2 x reader #request #ask #myfanfic #farmersdaughter

[nalascat]

OTP Challenge - Day 6 - New to the Family

Day Six, New to the Family: Each member of your OTP meeting the other’s family for the first time. Does each family approve of the one dating the other? What sorts of shenanigans do they get into?

so today im revisiting an old ship i havent written for in a while, but i just love these two sm that i have to

zringshipping :)))

theyre like 16-17 in this lol, like imagine if ash decided to stay in alola and like this was the outcome

-

Ash had met Kiawe’s parents before, but it had been at least a year since he had last seen them, and since then, he may have started dating their son.

His mother stood beside him, a smile on her face. He was bringing his mom to meet Kiawe’s family, as she was visiting Alola for a little while. They stood outside the farmhouse, waiting for someone to come and answer the door.

“It sure is nice for your friend to invite us over for dinner,” Delia said a smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Ash replied wringing his hands.

The door creaked open, and Kiawe was there, looking a bit nervous until he saw Ash. “You’re here!” He turned to Deila and shook her hand. “You must be Delia, I’m Kiawe.”

“Nice to meet you, Kiawe,” She nodded.

“Come in,” Kiawe smiled, leading them into the kitchen. Mimo, Kiawe’s little sister, gave a small wave from her chair. “Sit down, make yourself at home. Dinner is almost ready.”

Delia smiled as she sat down. She said hello to Mimo, and the little girl started talking animatedly to her.

Kiawe pulled Ash off to the side, once again nervous. “Are you sure about tonight?” He asked, “Like-”

Ash laughed softly. “It’s fine.” He looked up at his boyfriend, who was still had quite a few inches on him, even though he had grown. He stood on his tip-toes, trying to reach in for a kiss. “Please?”

Kiawe rolled his eyes and complied, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Let’s go. My parents should be done with dinner by now. I helped out a bit.”

-

“Thank you for inviting us over for dinner,” Delia said, “It’s nice to meet you two. The food is really good.”

“Thank you for coming,” Sima, Kiawe’s mother replied, “Nice to meet the mother of Kiawe’s friends.”

Mimo looked expectantly at Ash and Kiawe, knowing full well why Kiawe had invited them over for the night. She was the one who had convinced them to come out about it, actually. She had caught them in the middle of a quick kiss and wouldn’t stop bothering them about it.

She was taller and wasn’t as much of a child anymore, but Kiawe was still very overprotective.

Ash looked at Kiawe, looking for an answer. Kiawe, once again looking very nervous, only laced his hand in Ash’s.

Ash hummed, “We have something important to tell you...”

“What is it sweetie?” Delia asked.

Ash pulled up their entwined hands. “Kiawe and I are dating.”

Kiawe’s face went bright red as Mimo started cackling. Sima shot her a look. Delia was beyond excited as she congratulated them along with Rango, who clapped a hand against his son’s back. Sima was smiling brightly.

Maybe it wasn’t that bad.

The main problem was to get Kiawe out of his shell and talking, now.

#otp challenge #otp challenge 1 #zringshipping #nala writes #pokemon #ash ketchum #pokemon kiawe

[ursoself-satisfying]

Friends Will Be Friends

they’re so cute ::””))) it's hard to find good gifs that fit this mood in particular lol rip

Roger centric (unrequited), officially John x Reader, sfw

A/N: based on a request!!! first angst piece yikes,,, this was supposed to be fluffy but appearently I cant do fluffy n now its angsty so thats fun,,, kind of a sequel to Thank God It’s Christmas, except now its new years yeet but u rly dont need to read anything beforehand this is an be a stand alone like all my fics theyre inherently connected in the universe in my head but not meant to be read in any order 

Warnings: none rly, language ofc, some emotional Rog,,,,, Brian n Fred r like mom n dad for a sec,, unrequited love n angst ;;((((

linking my playlist for my last fic cus it works here too!!! listen here ;;;)))

“Well, I don’t know, really, when we got here I was dragged off by some girls congratulating me,” you took a long sip of the pink champagne, bubbles rising as you threw your head back to finish it before continuing, “I didn’t even know them, actually.” After the drink, this being your- Well, you couldn’t remember but you’d had quite a few and you were starting to feel it. You inhibitions began to escape you, slowly buzzing out your ears like flies. Your senses were still decently sharp but everything was emitting a soft haze. You shook your head and looked at the man beside you with a snort. Roger laughed a bit as you said this, looking down at his bunching pants and smoothing them out then taking a drink of his own still full glass of the same drink. The party behind you was muted through the glass you sat beyond. When you turned to your friend, you could see his reflection in the window, over the bare backs of various guests pressed against the surface. Blinding lights of every color were magnified and you turned away from them after a moment, keeping Roger in your peripheral vision. It was odd but nice that he would sit with you like this. He was a party man yet here he was overlooking the streets and the sky from the chilly balcony with you after rescuing you from a rather unseemly conversation with some giddy female attendants in matching schoolgirl uniforms that barely covered their asses. It occurred to you Roger approached the group with ulterior motivates but in the end he left with you and that warmed you in the bite of the winter outside.

His eyes were caught on you for a moment like knit on velcro and he had to pull himself away as you held out your hand and admired the heavy stone shining on your left ring finger. Anyone could tell it was new to you with the way you fidgeted, spinning around your digits and sliding it up and down whenever you spoke. “It’s kind of funny, in a way,” you started, turning your hand so the metal band would reflect the bright lights from the party behind you, “that so many people found out so quickly and are having such- they’re all being so-” lips flattened into a thin line, you searched for a proper word to describe the situation you were in.

When you couldn’t seem to find an adequate adjective, your friend offered his help. “Jealous? Neurotic? Insufferable?” Roger leaned towards you, scooting closer on the wrought iron bench, one eyebrow raised and a goofy grin. You leaned towards him as well and with a roll of your eyes, hit his arm playfully and shook your head.

Was he wrong though? You blinked and laughed at him, “Be nice!” you scolded, to which the drummer responded with an innocent raise of his open palm and an exaggerated frown. “They’re all excited for me and, don’t get me wrong, I’m excited, too- I’m beyond!” You shrugged your shoulders a bit unsurely, “but- Oh, I don’t know.”

Your gaze was cast down and you sat in silence for a moment, your environment sinking into you. The sights and smells became clear in your pause, filling your nostrils with the traveling scents of burnt sugar and wet soil. Licking your lips before beginning again, you kept up an act, refusing to show any doubts that had seeded themselves in the pit of your stomach. It was easy for you to talk about your love for John, as you truly did love him with all your heart, mind, and soul. Even though you were scared of the change and uncertainty of what this future might bring, you were sure he would comfort you. So you spoke of him to fill in the empty air where you thought your enthusiasm should be, truth in every word but the conversation lacked substance. “He’s wonderful. He’s everything and I couldn’t live without him.” Roger didn’t look at you, or at least you thought he didn’t. It was like he was looking past you like you were there but he could see something more as you continued.

Roger watched you intently when you went silent. He didn’t speak. It looked as though you needed some quiet, or as much quiet as one could get at a trademark Freddie Mercury party. You seemed deep in thought and you looked beautiful in it. Slightly slouching and shivering now and again, you stared aimlessly ahead of you. Fireworks boomed overhead but they didn’t seem to shake you. The only stillness in a mile radius existed around in you right then.

Looking out over the moonlit garden of the mansion, glowing blue and green in the cold night, layers of snow draping the bushes like thick wool blankets and sparkling like the stars that shone brightly above, Roger sighed. It was a gorgeous view, the fireworks over the scene reflecting off all the fresh white flakes gathering in the yard, creating an effect akin to what he imagined people leaving on the Titanic saw. The woman beside him kept up her chatter, going on so sweetly about how in love with her future husband she was and he could practically feel the admiration on his cold exposed skin like lashes batting against him. The hairs on his arm rose when he thought about it, her lashes on his skin, long and soft and accompanied by something else entirely. His unhelpful imagination warped her loving words into whimpers and moans he wished he could hear every night, but every thought was partnered with weighted guilt and he shook them from his mind.

Her words still found their way to his ears like bluebirds in the spring settling on a freshly painted windowsill. “It’s a lot of attention, and I don’t mind the attention, you know that, but he does and I worry about him.” Though she makes jokes, her tone is laced with concern that sends a pang to Roger’s heart.

“You really love him?” He started but interrupted himself, catching himself before he got into a conversation he wasn’t sure he could handle hearing in his over-emotional, half drunken state. “That’s a stupid question, isn’t it?” He looked to you with a smile, though the difficulty of the action was seeping through his teeth like a syrup. With his elbows supporting him as he leaned on his knees, he finished his sparkling drink and chuckled softly. He had inched closer still and now the two of you were touching at the hip. Closeness wasn’t uncommon or uncomfortable given the proximity the band often existed in. You were included in that as often as you’d been with the band in these places, the backstage dressing rooms or clubs and trailers.

The man’s breath hitched when he felt a soft feathery object fall upon his shoulder. It was your head leaning on him, hair nuzzling into the crook of his neck. God, he couldn’t fucking stand it. He held still, still as the marble images around the edge of their view, not wanting you to move, so desperately not wanting to disturb you. He wished- He wished so many things were acceptable to do right then, to do to you, to tell you- “So, uh, where do you think your boyfriend’s gone off to now?”

The words fell out like a cough, rough and unwanted in his throat. He could never grow to hate the man you were to marry. In fact, he probably loved him nearly as much as you did, though in a different way, of course, but it hurt him to see you with someone else, anyone else. It hurt more knowing this feeling had only grown the more you were together and that the only reason you two were ever together was that you were with John. Without John, he never would have met you, but because of John, he would never get to experience you in any way he fantasized. Of course, you didn’t have a monopoly on his mind, it would be unfair of him to claim that as he had other women, other lovers, and girlfriends for long periods of time. You, though, you were always there, both physically and just as a thought in the back of his head.

You interrupted his spacing out when you moved your head off him. He suddenly ached for the contact, both for the warmth and the connection it brought to him. The worst part was the departure of your scents, the soft exotic fruits of your shampoo washed off the pads of his jacket when you sat up to speak. You turned to look up at the pink and orange sparkling fireworks erupting overhead, echoing through the empty vastness of the spacious snow covered green. The snow absorbed the reverb, though, making the ordeal slightly less startling. Roger’s round, sunken eyes were on you as your own eyes traced the path of the falling ashes, still glowing as they rained from above. The sparks landed softly on the ground at your feet and in the light hair of your current companion. He watched as bits put out in your own tousled waves, crowning you with a dirty halo like an angel bringing forth the chaos of a clean slate.

Your growing smile sent another jolt to through the musician’s vessels to his heart. “I imagine he’s probably been given a few too many drinks at this point and has danced himself to the point of passing out and is asleep on a futon somewhere.” The laugh that followed was like music to his ears, like a symphony of love and a bittersweet taste of an unattainable treasure. “It’s exactly what I expected him to do- It’s what we planned actually,” you laughed again, “but I’m just not there with him while he’s doing it.”

Your breathy chuckle died out and you wrapped your arms around yourself with a shiver, the winter around you finally finding it’s way beneath your festive but not protective clothing choices. To be fair, you hadn’t known nor expected to be spending the whole of the New Year’s party outside and open to the forces of nature. Roger nodded as you spoke, still not looking at you. The weight of entering the new year with the unending potential, i.e. expectation, of marriage made you anxiously already and your friend acting so strangely right beside you only made you feel worse. It was a happy holiday, though, for clean starts and letting go and you weren’t about to burden him with these thoughts of yours. He sat back and turned to you slowly, placing a delicate hand on your knee. His soft lips opened to speak when a familiar voice bled through the glass, loud enough to reach over the resounding music still playing, which meant it could only be the host himself.

“Alright, you wonderful people! Midnight is almost upon us so grab yourself a partner! We don’t want to be entering the new year alone, do we?” A crowd roared and booed in response and they all clamored to find someone to hold as they made the journey into January 1st. The two of you looked back at the commotion, then at each other. The space between you was pregnant with things unspoken and uncivil, the child of want and need and lack of better options. Lust and longing brewed on Roger’s end and confusion on yours. Whatever he had wanted to say seemed to slip his mind as your eyes met and for a moment he just looked at you in awe.

There went his heart again, fiddling with his emotions in ways it shouldn’t, hurting as he turned away from you. He checked the time on his watch and it was only minutes until the strike of midnight. He had two choices here and neither was going to absolve him of all his unhappiness, but one had more appeal than the other. Fuck, he thought, was he really this awful of a person? Removing his lingering hand from the woman’s leg, which he was so thankful you so kindly didn’t mention, he stood and looked back at you. Your attention turned to him in his movement and you looked up at him, eyes glimmering in the light of the flashing night sky. He’d imagined looking down at you like this many times, perhaps in a bit of a different situation, but often when he was alone, on tour, in the shower. Here you were, though, tipsy and clearly preoccupied, plagued by second thoughts on your commitment, he assumed, alone with him and you were beautiful. Glowing like the garden you gazed out at, brighter than the moon over the snow and the sprinkling sparkles of celebratory fireworks above your heads. Time was not his friend or it would have allowed him to meet you before his bandmate did. He supposed, though, with great melancholy disdain, that one couldn't change fate and he had determined it must have been fate between you and John. The two of you were perfect. His options at that moment were to give into himself or to not fight fate and he chose-

“C’mon, then, love, you heard the man. It’s almost midnight and you should be spending these first and last minutes with the love of your life. Well,” he winked, “the other love of your life.” His hand was extended to you and you took it graciously, standing up with hurried blinks, the booze you drank earlier rushing to your head. You caught yourself on him as your feet failed to hold you up straight. His arms wrapped around you as you collided with his chest. He swore under his breath, knowing this was God’s punishment for all the tantrums he’d had. His body was warm on your and you hummed at the exchange of heat, killing him a bit more. Roger could barely move, desperately not wanting to let you go but knowing he had to. He pushed you back up and held you so you stood before him. Your deep breath woke you up, the sharp night air fressing in your hot, alcohol coated lungs. You could barely hold your head up to look him in the eye.

The percussionist could see the sudden wave of extremely inconvenient tiredness roll over you and he prepared himself for the contact he craved, knowing it was temporary and for the good of his friends. “Let’s find your hubby-to-be, huh? Get that New Year’s kiss.” He said, scooped you under one arm to guide you into the maze of people that was the party. Upon entering, the man holding you did his best to keep you close, for your safety partially for his own satisfaction. To you, everything began blending together. You simply felt exhausted and you suspected it to be some physical manifestation of emotional fatigue after all the circles you ran around yourself pondering the unnecessary worries of marriage. Fingers that weren’t your dug into your side and you had to catch your breath everytime you felt palms press against your form and embrace you in order to guide you through the mass of excitable horny couples preparing for the bell to toll.

“Roger, what’re you doing, darling?” Fred’s voice came from behind and Roger jumped.

“Fuck, Fred!”

“Roger,” the host said again, unfazed by his reaction and moving to face the pair, “what are you doing?” His tone was more pointed this time and he crossed his arms, brows furrowed at the sight of his arms around the engaged woman. His fingers tapped against his arm and he blocked you from going any further. Your eyes were half open and vision growing blurry but you could make out Fred’s voice anywhere. You were still awake but you were,  in the nicest terms, out of it.

Roger scoffed and rolled his eyes, attempting to push past the singer, lowering his voice to speak into his ear as he passed, “It’s not like that, Fred, I’m finding her John.” Fred lowered his brow still and watch the couple shove through, passing him and heading to the cushioned seats in the center of the room. Fred shook his head, a cocktail of emotions raining over his features. Sympathy, pity, and disapproval all showed through his knowing glance back as he walked away.

The man holding you shook off the accusatory interaction with his bandmate and, reaching the cluster of chairs, spotted the poor bassist slumped against a wall. His fluffy hair was flat against the plaster wall behind him, leaning his head back and looking absolutely unfazed by anything happening around him. Frankly, Roger wasn’t even sure he was awake, eyes barely slits open. Then all the shit hit all the fans all at once, relative to Roger’s priorities.

“One more minute!” Someone yelled, and the bodies around him suddenly starting reacting, moving and jumping as excitement filled the air along with the odors of spilled beer and bodily sweat. Cursing, her gripped your slightly more awake form and shuffled towards where your lover was.

Now more awake than even before your drinks, jostled by the sound immersing you, you pulled back from the blonde holding you. Roger, losing your heat against him, turned back and spoke to you in the form a confused expression, arms raised as a question of why you disconnected. “Be my kiss,” you said, just loud enough for him to hear. You hadn't seen your other half, half awake at the end of the room. The time was ticking down and you were ready to give into booze filled bad ideas instead of overthinking this just as you had everything else tonight. “I don’t even know where John is,” you threw your hands up as you took a step towards Roger, who couldn’t take his eyes off you, “and it’s just you, Rog, he wouldn’t mind.” A smile graced your face with a small laugh, aiming to wash away the awkwardness of the suggestion, though it was meant to be innocent.

Or was it? Roger shuddered as another crack spread through his heart. Truly, this must have been a cruel joke. Kiss you? No, you only suggested it because you saw him as someone non-threatening and there would be no consequences. You saw him as someone you weren’t attracted to, he thought. True or not, that interpretation of your words hurt him, he hurt himself in thinking it. He wanted this so badly, but you and John were not even 20 ft from one another and neither of you saw each other. Maybe fate- No, he thought again, this wasn’t his place and it pained him to turn you down.

Without a word to you, the drummer turned and waved his hand in the air, calling your lover’s name. “John! JOHN!” Your hand was slipped into his in the process and together you made it to wherever it was Roger had seen the quiet man. Your face had lit up upon hearing John’s name and you eagerly followed your guide.

John was pulled from the deep recess of his mind as he stood entranced by the ceiling tiles, assuming you had found friends to party with and he hadn't wanted to intrude. His name was being called by an unmistakenly high pitched voice and he knit his brows, bouncing off the surface behind him to search the bobbing heads of the crowd counting down. A sweatband clad wrist waved excitedly at him and, what do you know, attached to that hand was a certain short-tempered drummer leading behind him-

“[Y/N]!” John called after you. The second he caught you in his sights, it was tunnel vision and he ran in your direction. Roger led you out of the densest mass and gave you a swift friendly swat on the backside as encourage you to meet your fiance. You squeaked, both at the swat and the sight of your lover. When he reached you, he completely engulfed you and you were left with nothing to know besides him. He was everything to do and every anxiety you had was gone at that moment, disappeared in a poof of smoke. Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, your face in his hair, smelling the drinks on him and loving every second of it. His large hands spread to shield the small of your back and hold you as close to him as possible.

The countdown began and the hundred of voices throughout the house chanted in unison, “Ten! Nine! Eight!”

John pulled away enough to look at your face and his own was distressed, “I’m sorry I didn’t find you earlier, I assumed you were having a good time elsewhere-”

“I’m always having a better time when I’m with you and it’s fine!” You laughed sympathetically, yelling over the loud countdown, “I got lost in the evening- In everything that was going on, and I-”

“I’m sorry!” He said, smiling weakly. He was so sweet and soft in the colorful lights melting over him.

“Four! Three! Two!”

“Shut up and kiss me-” And your lips collided with his. The clock struck midnight and it was a new year. The cheers around you, throughout the house, were earsplitting and no doubt the neighbors would have complaints, but no one cared. At that moment, everything was wiped clean. There was nothing but new opportunities and potential ahead of them and you finally came to terms with that. It helped to have your future husband caressing you and kissing you with such a passion you thought your lips would go numb. Nothing could have been better than being there in his embrace, you thought, and you mentally thanked Roger for dealing with you, distracting you, and helping you get to this point.

From behind you, Roger looked on with a smile, but as you two remained connected well past 12:01 AM January 1st, he left the scene. He tried to remember he had a woman, albeit one in a difficult relationship with him, and that he shouldn’t be having those thoughts about you at all. There were so many reasons why you were such a contradiction, so right yet so wrong, and it all made him crazier for you. He stepped back out onto the quieter space of the balcony where he’d been with you before. The cold felt like something he deserved. Not being able to stand to watch you exchange hot, open-mouthed kisses with someone else, though he’d never had one from you, was a ridiculous reason to leave his dear friend’s party, he thought. It didn’t stop him from stepping out, though.

The party inside died down as people passed out or left and the sun rose early that morning. Roger watched it, dark bags beneath his eyes a sign of his state. He remained outside, at some point having been given a blanket by a drunken guest immediately before they puked and passed out in said puke. The blanket was clean, thank God, and it was the only thing allowing him to stay where he was so long. The sunrise made him think of you, how bright you were. The birds that rose with the daylight reminded him of the harmony of your voice and the warmth he felt made him think of your body against his in any way possible What it year it was already, he thought, losing himself in inappropriate images of you. It was January 1st and Roger Meddows Taylor had started the year without a kiss and with an aching pain in his chest instead.

BONUS:

Upon finding himself the only one awake so early in the morning and having nothing to do, the lead guitarist instinctively began picking up. Streamers and bodies littered the floor among the confetti, sparkles, the leftover stick of shattered and spilled sugary drinks surrounded by a dangerous array of broken glass that shone with a misleading glimmer of beauty in the midmorning light. The trails of colorful debris had led him to the sliding glass doors of the balcony that open and closed with a low muffled click. Outside, though, was a sight the tall man hadn’t expected to see. His drummer, small and angry, was sound asleep on the bench coddled in a well-loved blanket. Head thrown back and mouth open, drool sliding down his cheek, he looked like a child and somewhere the standing man’s paternal instincts kicked in. Brian sat down beside the snoring blonde and put his arm around him. He was cold to the touch, the thin cover clearly not being enough to trap the heat to keep him comfortable.

His long languid fingers played upon his bandmate’s shoulder until it stirred him from his slumber. He jolted awake with a fearful, high pitched string of swears, frantically looking around until he saw the person beside him then proceeded to swat away any contact that had been made between the two of them. Brian laughed heartily and jumped a bit at the tired man’s reaction. “Fuck are you doing, mate?” Roger said, adjusting his posture and attempting to compose himself. He gingerly pulled the blanket tighter around him and shivered, now realizing how cold he was, as the new sun did very little to warm his aching body.

Looking on with worry in his eyes, though amusement ran through his face, Brian sucked on his teeth as he contemplated what would be the best curse of action in this delicate situation. “Fred told me he saw you with-”

“Oh, don’t start.” A disgusted Roger scoffed and turned towards his friend. Though he would never admit to the emotion behind his voice, the rings of hurt around his eyes made it clear something painful came from his heart.

Brian sat back a little, the cold of the metal bench sneaking through his coat and stinging his back. He understood the space Roger occupied, having once been there himself and it all seemed to work out wonderfully, but this, he admitted,  was a bit more complicated. He wasn’t sure if he should say anything, as his friend sniffled and wiped at his nose discreetly. He couldn’t hide his quivering lip, though.

Though he’d pushed him away before. Brian went again to wrap his arm around the drummer, tightly this time so he couldn't be removed, squeezing and rocking him back and forth as a method of comfort. Roger choked back a sob and his eyes wet against his will. He kept face, though, and remained still, staring out upon the bright melting snow of the growing green garden that reminded of so much of her. A rattled inhale preceded a raspy confession, “I love h-”

“You love John,” Brian interrupted, pretending not to hear what the shorted man was about to say, knowing if he let it out he would regret it and he wouldn’t let his friend make that mistake. “He’s one of your best friends and you love him, hm?” Sitting beside him, the curly mop of long dark hairs towered over his companion’s messy blonde wisps. He looked down at him with a stretched smile, but the other avoided making eye contact. “You love,” Brian sighed, “that he has found someone who makes him so happy. Sometimes they mess up, but don’t we all?” Knowing to raise his brows as he spoke, the guitar player gave his childish friend one last squeeze on the arm then rose and looked out over the greenery below with him. “Don’t h-” He trailed off for a moment, then pushed his eyeline down, turning halfway to the still sitting musician. His hand held his chin in thought before he continued, “Don’t make any mistakes you’ll regret.” The response was thought out and he sends the percussionist a message of sympathy and understanding in his lopsided grin and squinted eyes. With a nod, he exited the balcony, leaving one last pat on Roger’s shoulder.

Roger took a moment to consider the ominous advice of his friend. He thought of all people to tell him something nice, it would have been Brian, for whom a situation much like his own actually ended well. He was disappointed in what he’d said. He did love John, like a little brother. Aren’t brothers just awful, though? The chilly air dried out his tongue as he breathed open-mouthed, nose blocked with clear snot that he would deny was ever there. The tears he couldn’t stop though. One by one, silent streaks cleared their way down the sides of his face from his soft blue eyes. “Quite the predicament,” he said softly to himself, biting back any unattractive noises that dared to climb up his throat. He let out a final conclusion in a pained smile and quiet voice, “Fuck.”

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[wannasoftimagine]

imagine being daehwi’s friend on p101 s3

a trainee after his own heart :’)

(( AS REQUESTED! // i love ur writing !! can i get a daehwi scenario where you guys are best friends bc you're also a trainee from brand new music and you participate in pd101 s3 and come in 3rd place like him,, and he confesses to you afterwards bc he's so proud of you ?? as fluffy as possible pls and thank u have a great day/night 💓 ))

u and daehwi have known each other ever since u became a trainee at bnm

altho u were a little intimidated at first, he was always ready to approach u with friendly tips and a smile, so it was only a matter of time before u became best friends

hes the type of friend to hype u up whenever u step on stage

(ure p sure one time he came to a performance w a sign tht said u were the “inventor of rap” lol)

u can both b super extra when ure supporting each other tbh

to u guys, theres nothing too grand or too extreme to express how proud u are of each other

of course when u decide to enter produce 101 for the 3rd season, hes super excited for u

(hes also super nervous but he doesnt want u to know tht)

he gives u constant tips and advice, always guiding u

“be careful of their editing,, evil mnet is no joke”

daehwi sends u so much support tht even when u cant contact each other once the filming starts, u know he’s cheering u on

and listen. the show is STRESSFUL

daehwi already knew how hard it could be so he kinda didnt want u to go on it

but he also wanted u to show off how talented u were?? what a struggle

ur initial performance was with a couple labelmates, some girls u were close with but now super comfortable with

u did a song tht daehwi helped produce bc hes a king of music and u adore everything he makes

anyways

ure proud to say tht u gave it all, and u end up with a b ranking

its not as good as daehwi, but ure still rlly proud of urself

as the days go on, things only get more and more stressful

bc of how well so many of the s2 boys did, this season everything is 1000x as intense bc they want to make sure tht only the most talented people move on

as hard as it is, u step up to the challenge, practicing as much as u can whenever u can

still, sometimes ull see other ppl struggling

even tho theyre not from the same company as u, u have the kind of heart tht makes u want to try and help them even if just a little

at first it was a little awkward for u to offer advice to the other trainees, but with everyone cramped and tired together, its hard not to start to bond

soon enough, word spreads abt how ure one of the sweetest and hardworking trainees in the competition, and it sends a huge boost in ur popularity

it helps tht ure cute as heck and a lot of fans noticed how brightly ur smile was even before the first ep aired

altho ure not super close with any one person in particular, a lot of the girls there are super friendly so its easy for u to drift around to hang out with different groups

mnet seems to love u bc when u watch some episode clips, they show how ure always flitting around and seem like a v popular trainee

plus theyve decided to highlight u as one of the rising stars of the show, editing clips to show off the amount of time u practice and improve, even from ur already-amazing initial performance

ure super lucky and u dont forget it

but ure still pretty sure tht all of daehwis advice from beforehand helped u a lot

u dont get a lot of time to think abt him tho, just bc everything moves so fast in the competition

still, sometimes when ure trying to rest after another long day of practice, u cant help but reminisce on some of ur more playful and relaxed memories with daehwi

somehow, word didnt really get out abt how close u two were until midway thru the season

it wasnt like u were intentionally keeping it a secret, but it didnt rlly come up for awhile

not when u were all busy just trying to get some airtime and become a better idol

anyways

when word gets out, all of the other girls are So Jealous

luckily for u everyones really sweet and only tease u abt it instead of being jerks

still, now a lot of them are asking u for his number

tbh although u and daehwi had never talked abt it, u dont remember him saying tht he ever liked anyone

and honestly, u didnt rlly think abt him dating someone until girls were coming up to u left and right, asking what he was like

with time, everyone calms down a little bit, but ure left trying to focus on practice instead of why the thought of him dating someone else bothers u so much

(its hard bc u know exactly why ure upset, but u dont know what ure going to do abt it)

mOVING ON

u rlly cant talk to daehwi often, but there are some occasions where the p101 staff let u make a phone call

if ure not calling ur family, u always use it to call him

u use the limited time to catch up, and he always showers u in support and compliments, telling u how hes watching every ep when it airs and is cheering u on

even tho u cant see him, u can imagine the way he smiles as he says it, and its enough to make u smile as well

as the days and performances move on u get closer and closer to the final stage

u havent always been at the top of the rankings, but uve still been doing pretty well esp recently w all of the positive attention tht uve been getting

u make it to the finale, and u cant help but hold ur breath the entire time

in this mass of people in the audience, its impossible to make out anyones faces, so u cant recognize if anyone came to support u

u cant help but hope tht somehow daehwi made it, but u know hes been so busy with his own practicing tht he probably doesnt have time

theres a section of past p101 winners somewhere else, but its even further away and harder to see with all of the bright lights

the next couple of hours go by both achingly slow and annoyingly fast

as the names slowly start to get called, u watch with a heavy heart as more and more people are cheered their way on to safety

honestly ure still kinda surprised tht u made it this far, since u started out only hoping to gain experience and a vague fanbase with the show

but now tht ure here, u cant help but hope tht u make it to the end

despite everything u find urself cheering on the other girls whenever theyre announced as a finalist

everyones crying and ure no better tbh

its getting to the top, just before they decide to go back and announce the final member of the group, and ur ranking of 10 last week suddenly seems far too low, esp as 3rd place is about to be announced

then out of nowhere, ur name is called

ur hands are shaking and u keep looking around bc is this rlly happening?? but everyones screaming and hugging u and ure like ??????????

u cant even string together proper thoughts at this point

somehow u make it to the other stage where one of the staff puts a microphone in ur hands and the cameras are all aimed towards u

honestly half the things u say are just random words of gratitude or names tht u can never forget

ur busy telling ur parents, rhymer, all the other girls, ur fans, abt how much u love them, tht for a second somehow u almost forget abt daehwi

thts when ur gaze flickers to a screen in the stadium where the camera is focused on daehwi cheering and tearing up from his spot somewhere w some of the other p101 boys

of course u have to end it with a “lee daehwi!!! i love u too!!!!!!!” bc even if u know most ppl will take it platonically, ure not sure if he’ll see it the same way

(u dont even know if u want him to or not)

u say one last thank u before ure practically skipping over to ur seat and u cant help but think tht ure SO HIGH UP

still, now tht u know where daehwi is, even tho u cant make out his face, u feel ur heart stutter knowing that he’s there cheering for u

the rest of the night goes by in a blur honestly

as soon as ure all let backstage to meet up w ur family/friends, u find urself being tackled by a combination of familiar faces

daehwi is laughing into ur side, arm slung around ur shoulder, as ur parents try to congratulate u thru their tears, and uve never felt happier

after an embarrassingly long time of hugging and crying, daehwi manages to pull u to a slightly less crowded and loud area

n hes like “listen,, y/n,,,, u know im rlly proud of u too right?? like i love u a lot”

and ure not even thinking abt what u said in ur speech, just nodding along happily bc above all else, daehwi is still ur best friend

but he looks at u and he cant rlly stop smiling either, but he grabs u by the shoulders to say “no, i rlly love u a lot”

so ure like “okay??? and??????”

and he keeps staring at u with this stupid grin on his face and then it hits u and ure like “oh. oH. OH!!!!!!”

so ure both just smiling at each other like idiots n ure like “i think i love u too??”

at tht he has this mock-offended face like “u THINK”

but ure both so so happy teasing each other and feeling like ure both on top of the world

tbh u spend so long standing there and giggling tht ur parents eventually drag u away from ur private spot bc “u cant stand there grinning forever” and “ur bf isnt the only one whos proud of u!!!”

ure both embarrassed but its impossible for either of u to wipe the smiles off of ur faces

u all spend the rest of the day celebrating and enjoying each others company and the company of the rest of ur family/friends, and u cant help but think tht this is one of the best moments of ur life

#requested #daehwi #wanna one #wanna one imagine #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #wanna one scenario #lee daehwi #daehwi scenarios #lee daehwi scenarios #daehwi imagines #lee daehwi imagine #p101

[theday]

anyways, ill say bye now... i hope ure well rested and have a good day!! (wait, i remember what i wanted to ask!! at least i think this is what i wanted to ask? anywys, do u know what u want to do now that ure finished w school? if u dont mind me asking, of course, i understand if u think its a bit personal!) ok, now im done, have a good day!! take care and stay hydrated!! (and now i really did send u a bunch of asks..)

omg i hope u dont mind but ill be answering the stuff from ur last ask here (the one where i… deleted everything) under cut bc itll be 2x longer now

so first !!!!! how i got into kpop!!! it was thanks to my good pal (@.briwoon) boxy! i follow her on twitter and despite her being a day6 stan twt i had her unmuted anyway bc.. after years of being an anime blog on tumblr and seeing all my anime mutuals slowly converting into kpop blogs one by one i was able to filter the kpop out of my brain?? smth like that since back then i wasnt into kpop and i didnt want to unfollow since im mutuals with most of them :-0 

another backstory - i was one of those people who never saw themselves getting into kpop? and i think the main reason was bc i thought liking kpop would make u seem lame?? due to the influence from people around me?? but as years went by and as my mutuals changed interests it stopped bothering me and that mindset kind of just? faded away bc who am i to call other people’s happiness bad?? but despite being okay with it i never really made the move to get into any groups lmao that was until i got tired of my interest at that time (seiyuu, japanese voice actors) and my interests would always. not last?? idk so maybe thats why i didnt want to get invested but it happened regardless 

anyway usually i wouldnt take notice of her rts but this . this beautiful man with orange hair and minion glasses caught my eye when i was scrolling through my timeline and i was like o worm? oh mu god? hes beautiful? so i slid into her dms and asked her whomst the beautiful man was and she sent me all their mvs after that from congratulations to i smile (the most recent mv at that time, late june) for me to watch :-D now at that time, from what little knowledge i had of kpop.. i understood that groups would be singing and dancing so i was prepared to see some sick moves or smth?? but then. i clicked on miss i smile and my wig flew off? bc… wtf.? they were playing instruments???? and they sounded good ??? so i was like oh my god? a band??????

before day6 i also had (have) a preference for bands and the way their music sounds so i was like?? ready to just. get on board yknow?? i watched how can i say and i saw the lanky noodle wearing glasses and i was like o fuck mu life? i caved and asked boxy for their names and other information and best decision of my life bc.. they really make me happy!!! after that like the day after ? myabe they did a vlive and i was like o shit? what do i do… so i downloaded the vapp and wowie i love it? its my second home…… i watched every vlive they had at that time and i thought that was a lot… (it isnt, compared to mx) and i was just rly content??

(ok i know u asked for kpop and not … day6 or other groups bc im gonna talk abt how i got into mx and astro too bc…… how can i Not.. u can skip this part tho i just wanna ramble abt my loves? ill tell u when u can continue)

that was peak happiness for me at that time.. until… boxy started talking about monsta x in our groupchat (with @.tokayhk) and she would just ramble abt this kihyun fella (who i vaguely knew bc my real life friend likes him and mx and i bought her his pc before along with the guilty clan part 2) so i was like hmm interesting… and honestly? i wasnt going to get into monsta x i really wasnt planning on asking her abt them (since i was scared id lose interest in day6 right after) but then.. she started linking videos and i .. my resolve crumbled down as i heard monsta x yelling and … this beautiful cover (which boxy sent to show us how powerful kihyuns vocals are but i was 2 focused on mister aka minhyukku) and she told us how funny these monsta men are and i was like o h no…………….. eventually one day in late august i asked her to tell me more about these monstas…… aftert that i watched every mxray episode (starting from season 2 bc i dont know 1 comes before 2) and even though i didnt know anyone who was on screen except jooheon i found it really funny and?? it made me laugh so much i love mx?? ya… boxys kind of like my guardian angel?? shes really the reason im living tbh… introducing me to all these lovely people?? thank u miss boxy i love u

now. for the astrosus….. they were a bit different.. because i didnt have boxys help and they were the first group i took interest in solely bymyself so i knew i was in for a wild ride (at first, i couldnt even differentiate brian from sungjin in day6 lmao) after stanning monsta x and day6 i became more?? open to kpop and i started watching unhelpful guides on youtube bc . they were funnie and idk its nice??/ and i stumbled upon the astro one (which wasnt that funny but more helpful than anythng) and i was like. oh worm? the cicada group… bc i watched a short clip of them catching that stupid cicada in their office as it appeared on my tl one day so i clicked on the video ..and after watching that it led me to another video of astro being extra for 6 minutes and those six minutes/????? best six minutes of my life because theyre so fnny and they made me laugh a lot? (combined with the editing from op) so bc they were funnie i decided to look them up and read their profiles/??? i watched their nimdle video and only knew mj bc his tag was the two letters m and j lol but it really made me bust both of my lungs i just?? laughed A Lot 

im not sure how i managed to put name to face so quickly but it mightve been bc after the nimdle videos i watched every ddoca and astro play as well as their vlives available bc..  i just inhale the content at godspeed?? 

for mx and astro i was drawn in by their personalities before their music because they were on more variety shows and had more chances to show dorky they all are which made it way quicker for me to fall for the two groups??? for day6 its a bit sad but the weekly scheduled vlives arent enough for me to tell what kind of people they are (although those r still hilarious) i just wish they would go on more variety shows?? its understandable if they themselves dont want to be on any shows though!!! i love all 3 groups with all my heart :-D 

ok if u skipped u can start from here ill be answering the questions now lmao

FIRSTof all,,,,, youre learning how to drive?? thats so cool >:-0 we’re not allowed to learn until we’re like...?? 18?? or 21 idk but not so Soon :-( and its cute u think abt me (or of what to say) but pleaseth stay safe... i hope ur driving lessons go smoothly until u end theM!!! hopefully youll be able to get ur licence :-D 

aNDD!!! the thought of drinking warm tea when its cold outside.. is so ?? nice to think about hecc u better drink that tEA and enjoy it !!!! stay warm and comfy miss RM ..... and it even snows there????? thats so cool tbh ?? (i love snow but maybe thats bc it doesnt snow here so i dont know the tru evil of snow but like.... its so.... white and fluffy??) i would ask u 2 take pics and show me but alas...... the time is not right :-( do u know when we’re allowed to expose ourselves?? i forgot rip... but its sometime next month right im excited???? since its near my birthday !!!!! 

ok now to answer this ask no i actually have no clue what i want to be after i finish school?? yikEs but last year i (jokingly) said i wanted to be a farmer??? idk if i might actually do that probably not i guess im just freestyling (going with the flow) for now we’ll see where life takes me 

and like i said u can ask me anything !!! im fine with it :-) alsooooo please dont ever feel bad about sending too many asks bc its a lovely thing to wake up to and i just?? get rly happy when i see all the asks in my activity :-D!!  

#asks #rachel maria #oohh my this got really long #its already the next day so ill quickly answer the nxt set

[dangkinronpa]

headcanons for shsl acrobat komaeda whose personality was akin to oumas

heres ur headcanons komaeda! i hope u like them, and if u want me to make any changes just let me know and i can do so! - mod kiibo - when komaeda first started thinking of becoming an acrobat, he simply thought that it would be a nice hobby that might come in hand later. sure, he liked the way acrobats moved and how great everything they did looked, but he just didnt see that as applying to him when he started working to become a part time acrobat in his spare time - of course, komaeda ended up falling in love with everything he could manage to do as an acrobat, and he ended up pouring much more of his free time into it than he felt comfortable admitting. before he knew it, he had gotten to a point of skill that he could be considered shsl, which was much better than he ever intended on becoming - as an acrobat, komaeda was a pretty flexible person. of course, if u coupled this with his personality, the results were usually... not good. he could manage to slip his way through pretty much anything if he needed to stretch or bend a certain way, and hiding things from him was never any use, so he would get whatever he wanted - if there was something komaeda loved, it was pulling pranks on others. these pranks were always well thought out, and usually komaeda would just hide somewhere to watch them all unfold while trying to keep his constant snickering under his breath until the right moment where he could finally burst out into laughter, always saying he did such a great job - any time that komaeda finished up on stage, he instantly showed something closer to his true colors by generally goofing off and being silly with any of the other acrobats he worked with, often telling lies and trying to see if anyone would believe him. for the most part, even though the lies komaeda told were ridiculous, people believed them - once komaeda was on stage, though, he cut out all the goofiness and excitement seeking, becoming as serious as he possibly could and pouring all his focus and energy into his acrobatics. every move he made while he was performing was being thought of and planned carefully by komaeda, which definitely helped to make him stand out a bit - for the most part, the fact that komaedas skill in acrobatics was a good thing, since he would get to have a lot of parts where he acted solo or with only one other person, but whenever he needed to put in a group effort it was much harder for him to try and blend in with everyone else. this was only a small setback for him, though - whenever komaeda has time to talk about his accomplishments, he really likes to jokingly lie about what all hes done and what all he can do, even if theyre obviously ridiculous lies. as the shsl acrobat and a skilled liar, though, nobody even thinks to question some of the stories he tells them, instead congratulating him on his achievements - even though komaeda would lie about some of his abilities, he was still really talented, and he would often like to show off around his classmates. he figured most of them would be impressed, since most people usually were, but he still just enjoyed being able to show them what he could do and see them all having a good time - every day, komaeda couldnt help but give his all when it came to acrobatics, since he wanted to keep improving and doing even better than before. even though not everyone probably understood just why komaeda was drawn to the intricacies of acrobatics, he couldnt help but love everything about being an acrobat as much as he could

#nagito komaeda kin #komaeda nagito kin #dangan ronpa kin #sdr2 kin #super dangan ronpa 2 kin #dangan ronpa #sdr2 #super dangan ronpa 2 #headcanons #long post

[carey-pricemas]

Engagement- Andre Burakovsky

Ok this one is kinda long (sorry?)! I really like this prompt. I know I say this every time but you all are giving me really good prompts so can you blame me??? This is the last Andre requested so far, but keep on the lookout for other players! As always, enjoy! And anon I changed the prompt a little, I hope you don't mind!

Warning: alcohol, mention of balls

Anon request: if youre not bored of writing andre, i'd love to make a request! though if you are i totally understand and its okay if you decide not to do it! i was thinking one where andre and his gf have been together for like 6 years or so and everyone on the team adores her bc shes just like the sweetest person ever and they love them together and theyre super cute and so andre finally proposes and everyone is so so excited for them that they throw a surprise engagement party for them on a day off :)

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              "He doesn't want to get married and I understand" you told Gina and Liza. You swirled the sparkling cider in your glass. "We can be a family without getting married. I mean look how long it took Nicky!" Liza rolled her eyes.

              "Don't be me and Nicklas" Liza said sipping her wine. You shrugged.

              "If Andre doesn't want to get married, then I'm not going to force him." You paused. "It wouldn't be productive for either one of us. Now can we please change the subject? I don't want him to overhear and think I'm whining about it."

              "Sure sweetie." Gina said patting your hand. "Have you guys figured out if you're going to find out the gender or not?" You set your hand on your swollen stomach and grinned.

              "Yeah we are. Neither one of us are good with waiting." Liza and Gina laughed.

              "That's an understatement!"

              "Älskling" Andre called from behind you. You turned as Andre slipped his arms around you. "Ready to go?"

              "Yeah. Let me just say bye to the kids." Andre let go and let you say goodbye to the girls and their kids. While you were preoccupied with the children giving you hugs and kisses, Liza and Gina cornered Andre.

              "Andre," Liza started, "are you ever going to do it?"

              "Yeah. I'm just waiting for the right time!" he defended.

              "Andre, baby boy, you've been together 6 years. At this point she thinks you don't WANT to get married" Gina added. Andre looked at you over the other women's shoulders.

              "She thinks I don't want to marry her?"

              "I swear, Andre Burakovsky, if we lose our sweet (Y/N), I will hunt you down and beat you with my husband's hockey stick" Liza threatened.

              "Ready?" you asked, joining the group. Andre nodded and held out his hand for yours, which you took greedily. "See you ladies later!" Andre led you out to the car, holding your door open for you before climbing in the driver's seat.

              "How are you feeling?" Andre asked, holding your hand over the center console.

              "Pretty good. Tired."

              "Are you going to feel up to going to the game tomorrow?" he asked. You nodded.

              "I'll just nap with you." You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You know I wouldn't miss a home game for the world."

              "I do know that. And you know I love you, yeah?" You smiled at him.

              "I love you too, babe. What brought this on?"

              "Nothing. Just wanted to make sure."

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              You sat in your seat, the one next to you empty because Taylor wasn't feeling well, watching the game. The third period had just started and so far Andre had a goal in both the prior periods and Braden was a brick wall in the net. Your phone chimed with a text and you looked at it quickly. It was from your mom.

              'One more goal!'

              You looked back up and watched as your boyfriend twirled around a defenseman and was on a breakaway.

              You jumped up and started cheering loudly with the rest of the crowd as he bared down on the goalie.

              "GO! GO ANDRE GO!" you screamed. He pulled the trigger.

              And beat the goalie.

              He did it. He got the hat trick!

              You screamed and hugged the woman next to you, laughing. You watched as the hats rained onto the ice, his team congratulating him. He looked up, almost as if looking for you. Not knowing if he knew where you were, you blew him a kiss, patting your baby bump.

              "Ms. (Y/N)?" You looked up and saw a security officer standing at the end of the row. You smiled and walked to him. "Mr. Leonsis is asking for you." You nodded and followed him through the bowels of the Verizon Center. Suddenly the man stopped and you looked around. "Wait right here." He walked away and you pulled out your phone, seeing the excited messages from your mom. You responded to her as you heard the final buzzer.

              "Hey! (Y/N)!" You looked up in enough time to see Nate running at you in all his sweaty glory. He picked you up and hugged you hard.

              "Oof!"

              "Easy Nate" Tom said. "Don't break her before..." he shot Nate a look you couldn't decipher.

              "Before what?"

              "Nothing" Tom and Nate said together.

              "Hey, head on down that tunnel" Ovi said, pointing to where they just came from.

              "But...?"

              "Just go" Tom said, walking you to the entrance. You walked the short way to the ice and stopped.

              The arena was still full.

              "What's going on?" you asked the security guard standing next to you.

              "I think you're supposed to go out there" he said shrugging. You stepped forward and the lights dimmed, one focused on you and one on Andre standing in all his hockey gear in the center of the ice. Slapshot stepped forward and took your hand, pulling you out to the rug that had been laid out.

              "(Y/N)." You were startled by Andre's voice. You looked up to see he had a microphone. "Hi, älskling."

              "What are you up to Andre?" you asked him. He just grinned at you.

              "See all these fans are here for something special." The arena erupted into applause. Andre laughed. "So I figured I'd give them something." You were now standing in front of your boyfriend, an inkling of what was happening nagging at the back of your head.

              "Andre" you whispered. "This is slightly intimidating" you laughed. Andre chuckled.

              "Now I have something to say, (Y/N), so don't interrupt, ok?"

              "Ok" you whispered.

              "(Y/N), I'm an idiot. I've had you in my life for six of the most perfect years. In that time you've dealt with my crazy schedule, learned to speak some Swedish, and learned to make Swedish food, just so I could have a piece of home while we're in the States. You love my crazy family, and they love you. You even Skype with my sisters and mamma weekly! And my crazy Capitals family loves you just as much. You've given your whole self to me, and now to our child." Andre paused. "I really don't have the words to say to tell you how perfect you are for me and how much I love you. So instead," Andre sunk to one knee. You were crying, your hands clasped in front of your face. "I will ask: (Y/N) will you marry me?" He held up a simple ring.

              "Yes" you whispered nodding your head.

              "Yes?" he asked. You laughed and nodded.

              "Yes, Andre." Andre whooped in excitement and you laughed as he stood and picked you up. He spun you around on the ice a few times, making you dizzy. "Andre, stop" you warned laughing still. He set you down and slid the ring onto your finger. The arena erupted in cheers and you turned when you heard the sticks banging against the boards.

              Both teams were standing by their respective benches giving you stick taps.

              "Oh my god" you whispered.

              "The surprise isn't over yet" he whispered, walking you back to the bench.

              "What do you mean?" you asked as you held his hand down the hallway. Andre just grinned and led you towards the locker room. You felt unsure, but followed him in anyway.

              "SURPRISE!" You felt yourself tear up as you looked around. All the Caps, staff, your girls, and the kids were packed into the room. A banner was strung up on one side of the room saying 'Congrats Burkie and (Y/N)! ...Finally!' the one on the other side (hanging above Andre's stall) read 'It only took 6 years for Andre to find his balls!’

              "Guys" you whispered.

              "Thought you didn't want to be an official Caps member" Nicklas teased.

              "Welcome to family" Ovi grinned. You laughed.

              "Thanks guys! I love you all!"

              "GROUP HUG!" Nate and Jay said. You and Andre moved closer to the group, allowing your friends, now family, to swallow you.

              "Know what this means?" Karl asked. "You're naming your kid after me!"

              "Oh no, it's being named after me!" Chorney added.

              "No. I'm Captain, it'll be OJ!" Ovi said proudly. You just laughed as the boys teasingly argued over who your baby was going to be named after. You took a step back and Gina and Liza came to either side of you, squishing you between them.

              "Thanks" you whispered. Liza kissed the side of your head.

              "Anything for you, baby girl" Gina said.

              "Officially welcome to the club."

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Ahhh! Ok I love picking on Andre! I'm sorry! But he's adorable! Let me know what you all thought about it! Up next: JVR (squeal)

Älskling- honey

#andre burakovsky #burkie #washington capitals #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

[smosh-stuff]

THE TIME HAS C O M E

So, as a preface to this, I would like to clarify; there are like, three basic types of high school au.

The cheesy 90's movie type, with stereotypical groupings (I.E, theres the jock, and the Nerd, and the goths, ect.)

The Normal type, which is literally just the characters/people in a high school setting. Nothing special, but still enjoyable.

And then. There is the angst type. Family issues, reckless behavior, mental issues, found family/breakfast club-esque situation.

Take one look at the links I provided in the last post about it and guess which one I went with. (I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort found family shit dON’T JUDGE ME) I should point out, none of this is supposed to reflect the crew's actual situations growing up. I know for the most part their families are great and cool people and I don't mean any disrespect to them by writing this!! Just imagine that any and all family members are basically OC's.

Also I sort of thought all of this up through short pieces of self-indulgent writing so this is all sort of based around a fic??? So any situational bits like that you can change or ignore if you want. I aint some gatekeeper my dudes.

ANYWAYS, with disclaimers and such out of the way, headcanons??? Headcanons

(Put under a read more because this is gonna be long af)

Okay. Joven, right? He's a nerd. Like. Comic books, video games, all that shite. 50% of his wardrobe is graphic tee's and hoodies, the other 50% is button ups and cardigans. (what a LOSER haaaaa)

And his family had some shit going on. Dad wasn't the best. Divorce things happened, and he ended up in his mom's custody while his brother went with his dad. And then, his mom took him and they moved away from the town he grew up in. Kinda sucks.

He ends up in a new, small house, and he and his mom don’t have a lot of money anymore, so his mom has to work two jobs and it isn't the greatest, but they try to make the best of it.

But y’know what new city means?? NEW SCHOOL OH BOY

So Joven tries his best but y’know bullies are a pretty universal aspect of public high schools. So he isn't having the best time; but those aren't the only people he meets.

In homeroom, he ends up sitting next to three other kids in the back of the room.

(I got that idea from this pic, it's actually where I got the whole idea for this AU from)

So. Lasercorn. I made him a punk kid.

But not like, the cool, only-wears-black, piercings and spikes and leather kind of punk.

The trashy kind of punk. Old-tshirts-ripped-jeans kind of punk. Skateboards and bloody knees and weed kind of punk.

(He listens to Blink-182, skateboarded as a teen and makes the most weed jokes. I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF)

And, much like Joven, his dad ain't the greatest guy. In a physical way. And his mom doesn't really do much to help him. So he spends most of his time out of the house, smoking or skating or both. 

This is where Sohin comes in.

Sohinki is pretty chill with most people in school, for a reason.

See, his dad isn't mean, but is almost never around. Always working or something. And his mom is a drugie, meaning that she is also out a lot, and when she isn't, she doesn't really pay him any mind. 

So, what do you do when you're a secretly neglected and attention-starved kid with a drugie for a mom, and you need spending money?

Get a retail job? Na

He's a weed dealer. He only sells weed tho, since he doesn't really condone the usage of harder stuff. He's a delinquent but that doesn't mean he into all that.

This is how he met Lasercorn, in freshman year, when he was first selling and Lasercorn was first buying. And they became friends and bonded over shitty parents and getting high. It's convenient, actually, because Lasercorn likes to stay out of the house most of the time and Sohinki doesn't have anyone that will care if he has people over. So lots of sleepovers!!!

And drug selling is also how the Bois met Mari.

So when I was figuring out Mari's character, I was thinking. Is there anything special I can do with her?? Like Lasercorn is punk, Sohinki sells drugs, what can I do here??? And then I realized.

Gross rave kids are a thing. I can't really fully explain why I chose this??? Like it just feels right for her in this story. So I'm running with it. (And I probably did way to much research on club drugs and illegal teenage activites for this haha woops)

Her parents are both there, but not a lot? Like they aren't super neglectful like Sohinki's but also don't really give her much attention at all. And they fight a Lot. Like constantly. There isn't a lot of peace in her house ever, and her parents are usually too busy being angry at each other to love her. She tried getting their attention with good grades and ballet, but it didn't work. They hardly ask her about grades, and she isn't sure if they've ever been to even on of her recitals. So, she said fuck it, and got into raving.

And there are like two kinds of teen raves? Approved ones, where there are people that don’t let you in with drugs or alcohol, more public events, really just glorified dance parties with underground music. Then there’s the underground ones, which are pretty illegal since it's a bunch of 13-25 year olds doing drugs and drinking alcohol in abandoned buildings. Three guesses for which type Mari frequents. A lot of dancing and cool stuff happens at underground raves. That's cool. Y'know what also happens at them that is kind of less cool? Girls getting drugged and raped. A lot less cool.

So she was at a party and she isn't careful enough, and gets her drink roofied. But before the assface that did it can make any moves, someone had called the cops. And everyone is leaving in a rush because they obvs don’t really feel like getting arrested. Guess who happened to be passing through the area when this goes down? Lasercorn and Sohin.

And they see everyone leaving, but then there's this girl who can barely walk and is passed out on the ground? And long story short theyre like shit we cant just let her get arrested/fucking die or something so they take her to Sohin's house, and the teen angst club gains a member!

So Joven gets seated near them in homeroom, and after a while he sort of joins their little friend group, they like him and hang out with him and he ends up liking them a lot because?? These are real friends??? Which he's never really had because back home nobody really liked him??? But these guys are so nice and funny despite how fucked their situations are??? And he joins the group.

About halfway through the year, Joven gets moved to an honors science class, and ends up sitting next to this kid who is really quiet and has long hair and dresses like some kind of emo anime dweeb. (I've decided that he wears black gauges because FUCK he would look good with earrings you cant tell me he wouldn’t) I wonder who that could be??

Well Joven gets help from him on the work in class, and starts talking with him a lot, and finds out his name is Wesley and that he is kind of an anime dweeb but isn't actually that emo or anything? He just likes that kind of music and stuff and dresses like it, but he actually is really sweet and funny and likes video games and stuff. 

And Wesley doesn't have any friends, really, because people are usually off-put by how he dresses/he can be very enthusiastic about his interests and stuff and people are dicks and make fun of him and bully him for that. And even though he is Large and pretty strong he doesn't want to hurt anyone so he doesn't fight back. So he sort of just learned how to shut himself up and stay quiet around people?? Because when he is his Energetic and happy self!! People don't like that. 

Wes is also part of team shit parents. His parents are Smart and have degrees and shit; and also have VERY high expectations for him, and don’t really care about much else when it comes to him. Wes is super Smart as well, all honors classes, straight A's, but it is never enough for his mom and dad. They expect high marks, but don't congratulate him on them, just deem them 'acceptable' and tell him to keep working. B's and lower are met with lectures and punishment. (He is also dealing with the fact that he has pretty bad ADHD but isn't getting any sort of treatment? And has to work through that.) Wes wants to make them happy, and all he wants is validation from them, but he never gets it and just ends up stressing way to much over his work. And teachers don't really do much to help? So he's kind of stuck in this rut of trying as hard as he can and doing great but not being told so. 

So when he meets Joven, who introduces him to the rest of the group, it's like??? Friends??? People who are impressed and happy for me??? And don't make fun of me when I get excited or make funny voices??? And he is so happy that he can finally be himself around people.

Finally, Flitz is brought in through Mari.

Flitz comes from a poor family, with no dad because sometimes people die when they shouldn't. (And that isn't because he is stereotypes, to be clear, he has mentioned that his dad wasn't around when he was growing up, and that he grew up poor and I kind of wanted to write that) But he doesn't let anyone know, and does sports and breakdancing and is super cool! But not really popular because he is very open with his weird personality and philosophical interests, which don’t really go over well with a bunch of shitty high school kids.

And he meets Mari when she sees him practicing his dancing by himself on the stage in the empty school auditorium, where she was going to practice her dancing a little. And they are like “2 person dance session??? Yes” 

And they have fun showing off and watching each other’s moves, and they get talking, and Mari is like. I know people who will like you.

And that’s what I got! They hang out and smoke weed sometimes (except Wes because asthma) and have fun and deal with bullies together, and they all just really love that they have friends who like them for them and it’s nice but also angsty and I love it.

Sorry that was so long but I had a lot to talk about. If you read this far, thank you for reading my rant!! And feel free to send me asks and talk to me about it. That’s all for now! ~<3

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