#watching shrek last night did me some good

[jungle-angel]

Our Nest (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob are preparing for your little one's arrival and already, shenanigans have ensued

Warnings: Pregnancy, parenthood, Auggie being a menace etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia and the lovely @bradshawsbaby my darling, I leave this as a little gift for you 🥰🥰🥰🥰

It was one of those gloriously warm spring days in Montana when all the flowers were in bloom, the windows of the house open to let in the breeze and the birds singing. The lilacs and the crape myrtles that you and Bob had planted after your wedding several years before had fully bloomed already, releasing their heady scents and causing more than a few sneezing fits.

Bob hummed a little as he organized the bookshelf in the corner of the nursery, right next to the rocking chair. Already Meemaw and Papa had sent over an old box of books that had been his when he was a baby, each one carefully picked with all the love in the world and inscribed with his date of birth and a message from Meemaw and Papa.

"Whatcha got Bob?" you asked folding one of the little blue onesies to put in the laundry.

"All the books that were mine when I was a baby," he answered. "Got Baby's Good Morning Book, Baby's Bedtime Book, Baby's Story Book, the Christmas Stories, Child's Story Book, Child's Fairy Tale Book, Peter Rabbit and.......looks like Winnie The Pooh too."

You couldn't help but ooh and aah over the books and their illustrations. You wished you could have a few of them to hang on the walls.

"Hey!" chirped a little toddler voice. "Get out me swamp!!"

You and Bob laughed when you saw Auggie running to the door with the kitchen broom as soon as the doorbell rang, when who should enter but Jake Seresin himself, greeted by his godson wielding a broom.

"Bob! I think Shrek's at it again!" Jake announced. "He's chasing me out of his swamp!"

"You're the one who had to show him that movie," Bob informed him.

Jake rolled his eyes as Auggie laughed and hugged his leg, hanging on for dear life and giggling like crazy as Jake lifted one leg and then the other.

"How goes Mommas?" Jake said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Good, save for the fact that my husband is right there watching you," you chuckled.

"Hey it's called being courteous, it's technically not flirting," Jake explained.

"Although Natasha might disagree."

Jake made a noise that caught in his throat, his hand moving quickly to protectively cup his denim clad scrotum.

"That's what we thought," Bob said with a shit eating grin.

Jake gathered up Auggie to go and cause havoc elsewhere for the day, leaving you and Bob to finish putting together the nursery. You unpacked all the baby clothes, blankets, shoes and other things your family and friends had sent you over the last few months including adorable little bunnies, puppies, bears, elephants and duckies for your little boy.

"Oh remember this?" you laughed, unfolding one of the blankets from the box.

"Oh, my Uncle Red's wife made that years ago," Bob cooed, holding up the little ducky quilt. "I used to sleep with it every night and Mom had to wrestle it away just to wash it."

You and Bob shared a few laughs as you kept organizing and putting everything together. Outside, you could see two mountain bluebirds in the nest they had made in the crape myrtle, wondering if there were any eggs due to hatch. Already the chicks had begun to hatch while there were more horse and cow births happening at least twice a week. The bunnies too had been hard at work, their numbers multiplying in the last few weeks as well.

"Oof," you breathed, feeling your baby kick. "Oh I know little guy, you're ready."

Bob helped you up from where you had been sitting, letting you lean against him as his hand rested gently on your belly. "Did he drop?" he asked.

You nodded.

Bob smiled broadly as he knelt to kiss your bump. "Now you wait a minute mister," Bob chuckled. "There's still some things we need to get ready for you."

You laughed as Bob pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. He wasn't wrong. Even though you were days away from giving birth, there were still so many things to do in such a tiny time frame.

The next few days were spent prepping the house and finishing the nursery. The laundry and the last of your knitting went smoothly although your cats would have said otherwise. Bluey and Echo, Bob's two blue-heelers, had taken to fetching the oddest things from the other rooms which led to an odd assortment of everything piling up in the living room. But you wouldn't have had it any other way.

At last, the day had come, a warm and calm night when you woke up suddenly after your water broke unexpectedly. Jake and Natasha came to take Auggie back to their place for a while, while your midwife came to the house to help. Bob stayed with you the whole time, just as he had done with Auggie, letting you squeeze his hand as you relaxed in the warm bath.

At long last, on June 1st, at 1:30 in the morning, your sweet little boy, Patrick Lewis Floyd, was born; sharing a birthday with Bob's father Joe. As soon as you were back in yours and Bob's shared bed, he snapped a few photos and sent them to his parents, siblings and the Daggers. It's not long before his phone is flooded with messages, all from the proud aunts, uncles and grandparents of your new little boy.

Joe and Irene, Bob's parents, are proud as ever of their grandson and of you both, more so now that Joe can joke about Patrick being his birthday present for that year. His Meemaw and Papa are all too proud to be great-grandparents again, all of them offering to come by and help with whatever is needed.

You and Bob wake later the next day at the sound of Patrick's fussing in the little bedside bassinet, Bob carefully lifting him into his arms and bringing him to the window to hear the birds singing. Patrick calms right down as soon as he's heard the birds sing and as soon as he's latched onto you to feed.

And when you and Bob are snuggled in your shared bed with Auggie coming in to see his new baby brother, you are both overjoyed and happy at the little nest you've built together.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader

[flowerandblood]

The Prince and The Fox (4)

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: kissing and fluff, just weird teenagers ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school.Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don’t ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adultin the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I’m writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that’s all you expect, this isn’t the fic for you.

I don’t want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

Aemond + Evans Series Moodboard

This is my first story that has its own playlist, but yes! Get in the mood! Story Music Playlist

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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She and Helaena lay side by side, watching the second and first parts of Shrek, laughing out loud, speaking their favourite dialogues from memory, however, her thoughts kept running back to what happened a few hours earlier. She clenched her eyelids at the mere mention.

They kissed.

She had no idea if that was good or bad.

Did he now think of her as easy to get?

Did he despise her now?

She had a lot of doubts swirling around in her head and for some reason she felt like crying again, even though the experience itself turned out to be incredibly pleasant for her.

It was her first kiss ever.

During the night she couldn't sleep, twisting from side to side, restless, listening to hear if perhaps he was up or walking down the corridor.

There was complete silence.

She shuddered when, a few hours later, her phone's display lit up and vibrated loudly, waking her up and blinding her; for a moment she struggled to open her eyelids and adjust to the light.

After a while she succeeded and unlocked the keypad. She saw with a pounding heart that she had received a message from him.

She swallowed loudly, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart, the cold sweat on the back of her neck.

Fuck.

She wrote him back quickly, deciding that just 'no' would sound too dry and might let him think she was angry with him.

He didn't write back for a long time and she was afraid of what he would reply, that he would write back to tell her that it all made no sense, that it was a big mistake and that he regrets that they did it.

She felt like she was about to cry and vomit from stress and fear at the same time, all she could hear and feel was the hard pounding of her heart.

She jumped down on the bed next to Helaena when a notification suddenly displayed on her phone that she had received a new message from him.

She drew in a loud breath, tightening her lips and swallowed hard.

She rose silently, slipping the duvet off her, walking slowly barefoot towards the door. She furrowed her brow as she grabbed the handle and pressed it, the door began to open with an unpleasant creak of wood.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Helaena, horrified, but she merely turned in bed, sleeping on.

She left without closing the door, afraid that another sound like that would surely wake her, and ran on tiptoe through the corridor towards his room. She knocked quietly feeling that her whole body was quivering in terror.

She thought he preferred to tell her what he thought of her to her face.

He opened it for her and looked around the corridor to make sure no one had seen anything, letting her in and closing the door behind him.

The only light in his room was his lamp standing on his desk, surrounding the whole space with a pleasant, warm glow.

She stood in place playing with her hands, staring at the floor, afraid to look at him.

"Did you want this? You know…what we did." He muttered wearily, his fingers rubbing against each other in a nervous gesture.

She looked at him surprised, his face stony, she had no idea what he was thinking. She swallowed loudly, not knowing what to answer, looking at him with her lips slightly parted.

"Yes." She admitted with shame, feeling herself tremble all over.

Silence.

A long one.

She felt like she was about to die.

"Me too. What now?" He asked, as if he wanted her to tell him the result of a maths equation.

She looked at him in disbelief, not believing he had said that. They both seemed extremely surprised by this discovery, by what had happened.

She licked her lower lip, which was almost burning with nervousness, having no idea what to answer.

"I... I don't know. It's probably too soon to… you know." She muttered, and he stared at her in silence, she felt that she couldn't very well convey what she was feeling, what she was realising.

Good God, she was attracted to him.

She really was, but it was too early to talk about a relationship, they barely knew each other.

What was she supposed to tell him?

"I…I just wish I could spend some time with you occasionally. Or just text you. If you feel like it too, of course." She said quickly, lowering her gaze again, feeling like she was in kindergarten when she couldn't express herself properly.

"I like the way things have developed between us over the last few weeks. I don't want to ruin it with unnecessary haste. But I don't regret what we've done." She said finally, lifting her uncertain gaze to him.

She saw him nod and swallow loudly, letting the air out of his lungs, as if he felt relieved, as if he didn't know himself what to make of it all, what to think of it, how to behave towards her now.

"Mmm."

They stood like that in silence, looking away again, not knowing if they should add anything more, she could feel the tension growing between them again, his hands clenched into fists.

"Do you want me to go back to Helaena now?" She asked uncertainly, scratching her shoulder, feeling with embarrassment how much her hands were trembling.

He looked at her and hesitated for a moment.

"…Yeah." He muttered, lowering his gaze, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black sweatpants.

She nodded, feeling an ache in her heart for some reason, knowing, however, that it was the right thing to do. She walked past him and glanced at him standing next to the door.

"Good night." She said softly, looking over her shoulder, his lips tightened.

Silence.

He looked like he wanted to say something else and she didn't know if she should leave or not.

They stood like that for a moment, she heard him swallow loudly, he wasn't looking at her.

"Do you wanna kiss again? Before… you know. Going back to normal." He grunted out in a low trembling voice with difficulty and embarrassment, as if he didn't believe those words had left his mouth.

She stared at him with her eyes wide open, feeling her heart pounding fast, heat spilling over her lower abdomen.

Oh God.

She didn't know whether she was more terrified by his request or by the way her heart squeezed with joy, a wave of heat flowing through her body.

"Y-yeah. Okay."

She muttered embarrassed at how desperate she was, how hot she was at the thought that he wanted to touch her again, that he liked it too.

She swallowed loudly as he drew his hand towards her, looking down at her with his lips slightly parted, his gaze dark and hazy. She gently grasped his fingers and approached him feeling her heart pounding hard, feeling butterflies in her stomach and a pleasant tickle between her thighs.

For a moment they just stood looking at each other, his trembling hand gently slid her hair off her shoulder behind her back. She felt a pleasant shiver at that touch, close, intimate, filled with some kind of affection.

She felt his thumb on her cheek as it dug in and ran over her soft skin, his healthy eye looking at her as if half asleep, dreamy, his warm breath enveloping her face.

He leaned over her and their foreheads touched, she parted her lips slightly in a hastened breath feeling as if they were burning with the desire for him to touch her already, to relieve her.

It seemed to her as if he had read her thoughts, his lips clung to hers in a soft, warm, calm, loud kiss. She closed her eyes and sighed, reciprocating his gesture by placing her hands on the sides of his neck, her fingers trailing along his jaw.

He groaned and kissed her deeper, suddenly clamping his hand in her hair and pulling her tighter, surprising her completely, making her sigh loudly into his mouth, throwing her hands over his shoulders, wanting to feel him as close as possible.

The tips of their noses rubbed as their lips danced and brushed against each other, sinking into each other's soft texture, spreading each other's moisture and saliva, both of them panting quietly, his pleasant, warm breath, his closeness calming her.

She knew she should pull away, that this was supposed to be just one kiss, but instead their lips found each other again and again, their hands stroking each other's hair and cheeks.

He pulled away from her for a moment, pressing his forehead against hers, not letting her go from his embrace.

"− maybe − maybe stay with me, just for a little while longer − if you want −" He whispered in a low, trembling voice, as if he was afraid of what he was saying and of her reaction, that she would laugh at him, that she would spurn him.

Hey, Cyclops, do you have a girlfriend?

She pressed her lips together at the thought that he might have thought he was repulsive for her.

She nodded her head.

"− do you want to lie down? − I - I won't do anything to you −" He muttered, adding a second sentence quickly, afraid she might misunderstand him and get scared. She felt her throat dry up and couldn't get anything out, so she nodded again.

He took her hand gently and set himself down on his bedding, laying on his side, facing her, his head on his pillow. She lay down right next to him, looking up at his face.

He put his hand on hers, stroking it with his thumb, and just looked at her, sighing heavily, as if what was happening now required a lot of effort on his part. She smiled at the thought, and he blinked.

"What?" He muttered, wrinkling his brow, embarrassed, his hand stopped in mid-motion.

"I like you." She said softly, sincerely, warmly, feeling wonderful and safe, never had anyone been close to her like this before, no one's touch gave her such pleasure.

She heard him swallow hard and lower his gaze, embarrassed, his thumb began stroking her hand again.

"I like you too." He whispered softly and looked straight into her eyes, there was something intimate, private about it.

She lifted her hand slowly and touched his cheek, running her fingers over his face as if she were treading water with them, she heard him sigh quietly and closed his eyes, drawing in air loudly.

She moaned as he leaned closer, their lips naturally clinging to each other in a hot, wet kiss, he pulled her to him, she could feel the warmth of his body, the trembling of his hands, his restless, laboured breathing.

She blinked when she felt something in his trousers pulsate hard, hitting her stomach. He drew in a loud breath and pulled away immediately, looking at her shocked.

"− I − I'm sorry − I didn't mean to −" He mumbled out embarrassed, and she looked at him surprised, not knowing what he was actually apologising to her for.

"What was that?" She asked amused, raising her eyebrows and he looked at her with parted lips, she had never seen anyone so embarrassed and horrified before in her life.

He licked his lower lip in a nervous gesture, she had a feeling he was never going to get out what he wanted to say, complete chaos in his mind.

"− I − I think I just like you a bit − too much now − you know what I mean − right? −" He asked uncertainly as if to see if she knew what he was talking about, not believing that she could have been that unaware.

She blinked and pressed her lips together, opening her eyes wide when she realised what he meant, felt her cheeks turn all red and swallowed with difficulty.

"− I − if you're uncomfortable, then go − I'm sorry, I didn't mean to − fuck, God, why −" He growled, pressing his face against his pillow, unable to look her in the eye, clearly embarrassed that he was unable to restrain his physical instincts.

She looked at him in disbelief.

He desired her.

"− no − I mean − nothing happened − I felt good about kissing − I know you won't hurt me − it's okay, really −" She mumbled out sincerely believing her words.

He pressed his lips together, looking at her as if in pain, and sighed heavily, lowering his head back down, pressing it to her forehead, stroking her cheek and hair.

They lay like that without saying a word, just looking at each other, breathing quietly, she felt her eyelids growing heavier as she drifted off into sleep, her fingers trailing over the exposed wrist of his other hand.

"Sleep. I'll carry you to Helaena later." He whispered softly, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, and she hummed quietly under her breath and closed her eyes, concentrating only on the pleasant touch of his warm hand, his thumb stroking her skin.

She felt safe.

She shuddered, not knowing where she was or what was happening when she felt someone lift her, darkness all around her.

She squealed quietly and he hushed her, stroking her back, grabbing her under her hips, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist and throw her arms around his neck.

"− shush, Foxy −" He whispered, opening his door quietly, walking slowly towards Helaena's bedroom. He stepped inside trying not to make any noise and placed her gently on the bed beside her, looking at her for a moment longer.

He just ran his thumb over her cheek before lifting himself back up and leaving, closing the door quietly behind him.

She fell asleep feeling a pleasant heat in her heart.

She was falling in love.

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Aemond Taglist:

(bold means I couldn't tag you)

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[thickhoneybun]

It meant nothing

Summary: y/n is dating Rooster and they live together. After a get together Jake spends the night and kisses y/n.

WC: 1006

Warning: Cussing 

The party had been over for a few hours and now you are laid in bed with Bradley. He is asleep and snoring so loud. Every time he drinks to much and falls asleep it sounds like a freight train in your bed. Kissing him softly on the head you get out of the bed and decide to go eat a snack.

Now in the kitchen you make a plate of peanut butter, bananas, and crackers. You make your way to the living room and turn on Shrek 2 (The best Shrek movie btw). While watching the movie you hear someone walking down the hallway and it is Jake. Jake asked to spend the night because he was a little to drunk and didn't want to drive. He walks in with no shirt on and some sweatpants. "Do you know how to put clothes on?" you ask while turning back to the movie. "I usually sleep naked so be glad I put some pants on.", Jake says while giving you a cocky smirk and sitting down on the couch.

Ya’ll continue to watch the movie and laughed together. "Are you hungry? I can make you a snack or warm up some of the left over BBQ?" Jake smiles at you asking this. He always thought you were so sweet and hates that he didn't ask you out before Bradley did. "Sure, I'll take some of the snack you were eating." he gives you the biggest smile. You get up from the couch and he sees that your sleep shorts have rode up a bit, and he bites his bottom lip. You come back a few minutes later with a plate for him and hand it to him. Sitting down you grab a blanket and draped it over yourself before turning on another movie.

"You're really into this Shrek stuff aren't you?" Jake says while placing a cracker in his mouth. "They are the best movies in Cinematic history!" you both let out a laugh. The other movie ends and you decide it is time to go back to bed. Getting up Jake grabs you by the arm and pulls you in for a kiss. You pull back quickly and place your hand over your mouth. A few moments of silents pass and you finally say, "Don't ever do that again. Why would you think that is okay?" Jake just stares at you. "I am with Bradley and I am extremally happy with him. I'm sorry if I gave you an impression that this was going to be an okay thing to do. I don't want this to ruin ya’ll friendship and my relationship with him. Don't bring this up again. I think its best if we go to bed." After saying this you walk out of the room and go back to the bedroom.

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A few weeks have passed and you kept getting text from Jake telling him how sorry he was. You didn't respond to any of them because honestly you didn't know what to say. Bradley had went out to the Hard Deck tonight and you had decided to stay home.

While in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes from the dinner you heard the front door open and slam shut. Looking down at your watch you see its around 11pm and Bradley usually stays till last call. "Roo? Is that you?". Bradley storms around the corner and he looks pissed. "What the fuck y/n? You kiss my best friend and you don't even have the guts to tell me?" You are taken back but what he says. "Bradley I didn't kiss him, he kissed me and I cut that shit off immediately. I told him that it wasn't okay." you feel tears begin to form as you yell back at him. "I just cant fucking believe this! I thought we were good y/n, now I don't know what to think. I'm having a good time with my friends and then Jakes drunk ass decides to tell everyone that ya'll kissed the other night. Do you know how fucking embarrassing that is for me?" Bradley voice is getting louder and louder with every sentence. "I-I'm sorry. I should have told you as soon as it happened. It meant nothing to me and I told him that. I told him I was happy with you and that he needed to loose whatever thought he had of me." tears start to run down your face. Bradley just scoffs and goes to the bedroom and slams the door.

Standing in the kitchen for what fells like hours you finally decide to go to the couch. You grab a blanket and lay down. Turning on the tv you lay there and stare at the screen not really able to focus on anything. Letting out soft sobs while hating yourself for the issues that have been caused. You look at your phone and notice it is now 3am and Bradley has not came out of the room. You have decided that the couch is your bed for the night and you slowly start to drift asleep.

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You are woken up from a light tap on your shoulder. Looking up you see Bradley standing in front of you. "Come on baby lets go to bed.", Bradley says while putting his hand out. You sit up and grab his hand while he leads you to the bedroom. Laying down in the bed Bradley crawls in next you and grabs you pulling you to his chest. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I should have talked to you like an adult y/n." "You don't have to apologize Roo. I should have told you when it happened, I'm sorry for any issues I have caused." Bradley played with your hair before grabbing your chin and nudging you to come closer. He places a soft kiss on your lips and gently tells you, "I love you baby and I don't want Jake being a fucking dumbass to ruin this." "I love you too Bradley."

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster imagine #top gun #top gun fandom #rooster #jake seresin #thickhoneybun #fandom #fanfic #bradley bradshaw x reader

[platypusplayhere]

Thank you @dangerliesbeforeyou for tagging me, im mentioning all kinds of media bc I love to rant, I have a lot of love in my heart and I have trouble choosing just 8: (im making this on mobile hope it's readable).

Howl's moving castle (2004)

My first experience of gender envy, gender fascination, gender emulation for Howl, at a time I didn't even know that gender was a thing because I was like idek 7 years old.

Kiss of the rabbit god (2019)

A short movie, stumbled onto it bc of Tumblr. You honour, I simply love it.

Shrek (2001)

I'm not being ironic I'm very serious about this one. My mom used to braid my hair weekly when I was little and I constantly played this one, I know it by heart and I'm not joking. I freaking love this movie. Same goes for Mulan, Beauty and the beast, Charlie and the chocolate factory, and the whole Shrek franchise up to the 3rd one. (Gotta watch Puss in boots 1 and 2 tho.)

V for vendetta (2005)

This is a shout-out to 14 years old me who might have at some point based their personality around this movie or maybe they didn't, who's to say. I'm not sorry. Kinda still like it tho.

Corpse bride (2005)

There is an independent cinema in my hometown and they did run it often over the years. Bestie I don't know how many times I went to see this movie with my mother as a child. Recently learned about the Jewish origins of this myth and im a lil upset about the stolen storyline without the context. But some will say it's a Burton movie and they're right.

Valentine's day (2011)

First movie I went to see alone with my friends, I was like 12yo. Rewatched it again like 2 years ago, yeah it ain't that great but it's the memories right.

Father and soldiers (2022)

The last movie that made me cry. I hate war movies but my friends convinced me to go because it was less than 2 hours and I've been mad at movies being more than two and a half hours lately (looking at u House of Gucci, Doctor Strange 2) yeah, I cried my eyes out. It's not a perfect movie but the message is great and very moving. I don't like the English title because the original/French title directly refers the name of a group of African soldier recruited by France in its colonies during WWI -> "Les Tirailleurs" (if I remember well, the soldiers were recruited in every colonies but they left Africa from the Senegal and so all these soldiers are referred as Senegalese regardless of their actual origins). The English title is more fitting thematically wise I'll give you that.

Fulmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (2009)

Knew about it, was recommended by a dear mutual of mine on this very hellsite and yeah, ppl keep saying it's good because it just is.

I told sunset about you/ I promised you the moon (2020-2021)

If you read my tags u know how I rant about this show often. Watched it 2 years ago thanks to someone i follow on Tumblr (but im not really sure who it was anyway if you're a mutual thank you sm). My first foray into BL (back when I didn't even know what it was) and I couldn't be happier that I started with this. I don't have enough words to praise it. (currently writing a post about it tho, stay tuned for whenever I get around to finish it (tell me if u wanna know when it's up), big up to Bad Buddy and To My Star too)

Honoured mentions bc I started making a list and had more than 8 and couldn't not mention them:

Other movies: O'brother, Love and Leashes, God's own country, Jackie Brown, The big lebowsky (idek if I like this movie but I needed something to base my personality around when I was 15yo)

The book The Hunchback of Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo, I'm gonna keep my rant about how the English title is a misunderstanding of the book locked and not even start it.

Alice isn't dead and The Magnus archives (although they're podcasts and I haven't quite finished them, the first seasons are exquisite)

Welcome to Night Vale, I have a lot of episodes to catch up on (currently working on that) started listening like in 2016 then stopped around idek 2 years ago. Some of these episodes are masterpieces ( some I know by heart: Guidelines for disposal, Love is a shambling thing, What happened at the Smithwick House, If he had lived, and The Pilot ofc)

the ballet Swan Lake (1995, 2012) by Matthew Bourne. I don't have enough words. I'll just say it's on youtube.

.....and many more im not think abt rn

*acts surprised* this became a real long post, real quick

(That's why I take a lot of time to answer those lmao, shout out and thank you to the ppl who tag me in these and then I take a lot of time to answer)

Tagging these people and anyone who wants to do it can mention me: @sherlockig @dontbesoevil @lordmeowdemort @namelessbeing @hairbackc0llarup @comrademichael @johnlockdynamic @lovelywickedsoul @frenchsiren

#tagged #ask game #yeah this could have gone on for a lil while #i have some ive yet to answer but its coming #i have many rants locked if u wanna know about them just ask #thanks for tagging me #platypustalks

[artinandwritin]

Okay okay okay I wanna hear all about that next gen thing bc that is crazy dude how did that even happen omg

OH YES alright! This is gonna be another full-on Mona-rants-moment so strap in bestie!

I don’t know exactly when I started thinking about a HTTYD next gen, but it must’ve been somewhere around 2014, after I had watched both movies almost right after each other. Gotta confess, before watching HTTYD1 on a vacation to Germany as a little 10-almost-11-year-old, I thought it was a horror movie. Oops. I thought the same about Shrek, but now I unapologetically adore both of them.

So as little kids, me and my twin brother (let the record state, he’s younger than me. By four minutes. It’s a real thing) were absolutely obsessed with HTTYD. So much, that we would roleplay as dragons and – wheeze – HiccStrid’s potential twin kids. Oh, yeah, we were deep into it. We were so deep. We played out adventures and pretended to fly on our pretend dragons, whom we named Fly Fly and Toe Toe and they were, you are allowed to laugh, the kids of Toothless and a Whispering Death. My brother’s favorite dragons were the Whispering Deaths, and we were great at biology. Nope.

After that whole shabang, we went to middle/high school, my brother grew past his Dragons-phase, I stayed right where I was cuz ofc I did, and after meeting some new friends who were just as much into HTTYD as I was (one of them was the friend who gave my the nickname Mona and helped me with Of Thrones and Heirs!), we kinda created a new next gen based of what we thought was cool lmao. I couldn’t find a lot of information on that on my laptop, since most of it was handwritten or only spoken to each other – and tbh, I’m not really feeling up to checking my chats about it with one of those friends cuz I’m not friends with them anymore. But that’s okay, we have a lot more information for what came next!

I developed the next gen a bit on my own, I remember, still with some influences from the friends I had created the last version with. And for this one I still got a lot of details, so let me grab them for ya.

In this next gen, HiccStrid had five kids. Yeah, they be being busy. Zephyr and Nuffink got added a bit later, after I had seen THW, before that they only had the oc children I created as a lil 14-year-old. They had, in order, Zephyr Stormfly (20 y.o.), Nuffink Toothless (18 y.o.), Alischa Valka (14 y.o., aka, the main character), Stoick Finn (13 y.o.) and Lunette Ansfrid (3 y.o.). Oh yeah, that’s a mouthful.

Next to HiccStrid, back then I also shipped Heather and Fishlegs. Not sure if I still do now, but back then they had the following kids; Helen Windshear (19 y.o., she was Zephyr’s best friend), Fay Heather (16 y.o.), Veena Astrid (16 y.o., she and her twin sister were created by my friend I think), Beril/Hugo Oswald (13 y.o., not sure which of the two names. All I know is that he was Stoick’s bestie).

To the more… complicated part, young me put some drama into this next gen by making a divorce plot. So what I thought was cool (and because I didn’t really like Snotlout back then. Very stupid, he’s the kingest of kings), was the idea that Snotlout and Ruffnut had a son right after THW after a one-night-stand (Thorvald Hookfang, 21 y.o., all I know is that he had a huge crush on Zephyr). After that, they tried to make things work, but they didn’t, and they did a divorce thing. After that, Ruff went with Eret and had twins, Audun Eret (19 y.o., he’s the guy I wrote down as the Gustav of the next gen lmao) and Hialti Ruffnut (19 y.o., I don’t think she had a very good life). Meanwhile, Snotlout had a daughter with Minden, Ylva (13 y.o., she had a crush on Stoick).

Tuffnut had two kids with some chick, Annika Macey (19 y.o., she and Nuffink were in love or something) and Kjell Lloyd (19 y.o., I don’t know shit about him).

For the rest, I only had kids for Dagur and Mala cuz oh yeah they were a thing. Don’t think I really shipped them, but they were fun to include. Their kids were Ingrid Heather (16 y.o., I literally don’t know anything about her), Oswald Dagur (5 y.o.) and Siri Mala (3 y.o., the first Siri! I don’t know anything about her).

So that was that next gen. Alischa was the main character, she later got a whole fledged out story involving Grimmel’s grandkid, Arcum (who she got a crush on ofc, I basically redid the whole “enemies to lovers” thing I loved doing in Of Thrones and Heirs), while trying to prove herself to her overprotective dad Hiccup, finding the Hidden World and the Night Lights in the process. She bonded with Toothless’ daughter, Safire, which would’ve been pretty cute.

That whole thing was pushed aside in favor of Siri in December 2019, unfortunately. While I did try to recreate the next gen several times (I am still figuring out what the actual fuck I wanna do with ships in the original cast and who would have kids and who wouldn’t. All I know is HiccStrid has Zephyr and Nuffink cuz that’s canon and Tuffnut is aroace and the cool uncle. For the rest… man, I don’t know. I love FishLout, I love RuffLegs, I love the idea of Minden and Snotlout, I wanna see Snotlout with a daughter, etc etc. I just don’t know anything lmao), things never really stuck, as I was in the height of creating Siri’s story, and in addition, Niv’s story. Now I primarily wanna think about the next gen cuz I wanna give gussiri’s kids some friends pff

Like, at some point I tried to change up the entire next gen; I paired up Tuffnut and Heather (some weird idea from the friend I’m no longer friends with. I don’t know why), they had four whole kids (Dagny, Kyll, and Lloyd, who were triplets born in 1018, and Oswald Loki Chicken Sverd, yes, who was born in 1028). It was a weird move. I also cut down on Dagur and Mala’s kids, giving them only a daughter, named Hedvig, born in 1022. Zephyr (1018) and Nuffink (1021) still existed, but they no longer had any siblings. Lloyd and Zephyr were in love and it was very cute, and Hedvig and Nuffink had a thing going on.

Next to that, I removed the whole thing with Snotlout, Ruff, Eret and Minden, now Snotlout and Minden only had twins (Vidar and Ylva, born in 1021, Vidar wanted to become a wingmaiden). Eret and Ruff had a son named Sol (1023), which is very weird now, considering one of my best friends is named Sol lmao. Fishlegs had a son from a one-night-stand (Kjott, 1019), and the only reason for that is because the friend I’m no longer friends with didn’t like Fishlegs for his “disgusting” relationship with Meatlug. Glad I’m finally allowing to love this precious boy instead of being forced to go along with their opinions.

At this point, Sunniva and Helene didn’t exist as GusSiri kids, rather being replaced by a daughter named Funnet (1025) and a son named Agnarr (1028, Aggie and Oswald had a cute thing together). Niv did exist! I created him and he never changed, he’s just too much of a baby boy for that.

So yeah, that’s how it all shifted and turned over the years! I hope I can point my vision on trying to point down some good characters to be- WAIT A FUCKING SECOND

OH MY GOD I JUST FORGOT THAT I LITERALLY HAVE A DOCUMENT WITH MORE NEXT GEN STUFF THAT IS FAIRLY RECENT AND INCORPORATES INTO SOME STUFF FROM STARCHASER

FUCK LEMME LOOK INTO THIS REAL QUICK

Okay so turns out this is from 2021 and luckily for all of us it’s short and to the point so let’s get cracking. HiccStrid only had Zephyr Valka (1018) and Nuffink Stoick (1021), Snotlout had Vidar and Ylva (both 1019, idk who their other parent is), Dagur and Mala had Hedvig (1017), Ruffnut and Fishlegs had Reider Fishlegs (1018), Saga Meatlug (1023), Amund Tuffnut (1025), and Steinar Barf (1028). For the rest, nothing, and honestly, better, I don’t really wanna keep track of so many kids lmao. I’m not a daycare (read: has created a new oc last week)

Anyways, I think that’s all for now! Thank you so much for being so appreciated, I really appreciate it bestie <333 you’re amazing!!

#thanks for the ask! #artinandwritin's lore #httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd next gen #au

[madmythandy]

don’t read this it’s for me

anyway i’m really proud of myself as this new year of my life begins. i did all my chores last night so that i didn’t have to worry about them on my birthday and i hung up my Lights!! which i’ve been meaning to do for months and put some prints in frames and hung them on the wall even cleaned the glass in the frames!!!! and i just ordered lunch from a Sushi place (which is huge for me bc i famously Do Not Like Sushi) but musubi is just rice + meat wrapped in seaweed. so i got spam and chicken and fried tofu musubi and veggie tempura!!! and one of every sauce so i can try them all. and i normally would get all nervous and embarrassed about trying something new bc my family always made such a big deal about it and i’m just not making a thing to notice about myself. trying sushi and getting high and watching shrek 2 with my friends. it’s going to be the really good day.

[shadowedvalesa]

TAG PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER.  repost don’t reblog.

FAV COLOUR(S):   all shades of orange,  any pastel shades,  red & black,  pink & black,  pink & yellow.

FAV FLAVOUR(S):   pineapple,  mango,  banana  --  any fruity flavours in like chocolate and smoothies.

FAV GENRES(S):   science fiction,  fantasy adventure,  musical film,  horror,  psychological thriller.

FAV MUSIC:   movie soundtracks,  broadway scores,  the umbrella academy soundtrack,  classical music  (basically anything u hear in the early barbie movies including the song soundtracks),  lady gaga,  early panic! at the disco,  glee covers  do not judge me they did some dang good covers.

FAV MOVIE(S):   how to train your dragon trilogy,  cinderella (1950),  cinderella III (2007),  enchanted (2007),  classic barbie movies pre-2009,  specifically swan lake / rapunzel / nutcracker / 12 dancing princesses / island princess,  shrek 2,  sleepy hollow (1999),  iron man trilogy.

FAV SERIES:   chronicles of narnia,  doctor who,  supernatural,  monster high (generation one only)  and the monster high books by lisi harrison,  harry potter,  stranger things s1 and 2,  the umbrella academy,  glee s1-3,  frasier,  seinfeld,  bewitched s1-3,  barry,  resident evil games,  the simpsons s2-13,  once upon a time s1-3 & 6,  and a hell of a lot more but i could go on forever.

LAST SONG:   i need to know from barbie as the island princess.

LAST SERIES:   i’ve just finished seinfeld for the thousandth time.  pretty much watching all the 2010-2014 monster high webisodes and tv specials on an endless loop.  what’s new scooby doo. 

LAST MOVIE:   cinderella!  watched it last night.

CURRENTLY READING:   technically harry potter and the order of the phoenix is sitting on my bedside table,  but i haven’t touched it in about a month rip.  right now i’m reading my own work more than anything bc i’m drafting up my first book.

CURRENTLY WATCHING:   doctor who  (again,  an endless loop show),  umbrella academy,  dragons:  race to the edge,  frasier,  bewitched,  supernatural.  i watch a lot of shows at once because i have a short attention span and get fixated on other things before i finish the show i’m actually on.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON:   sewing custom dresses for my cinderella dolls because the disney store ones aren’t good enough for my queen.  my novel,  the first of a trilogy.  jane’s season four arc bc screw canon i’m rewriting everything.  tbh i’m usually just working on my dolls,  as in doing their hair,  fixing their outfits to make them more movie accurate,  creating extra jewellery,  all that jazz.  working on bettering my skills in creating my own ooak dolls,  too.  i made a lady dimitrescu doll a few months ago and she wasn’t half bad  ---   i really wanna get better at it so i can create all my fave characters.

TAGGED BY:   the beautiful @greenscrunchy​ ,   thank you! TAGGING:   @willbyerstm​ ,   @thesheepcote ,   @freakedtastic / @rangersinclair ,   @huntfracti​ ,      @telekinsis​ ,   and you !   honestly i would love to get to know all my mutuals.

#[ OOC. ] #as u can see. i am a big nerd. #gimme a monster high / barbie / disney or ever after high doll and i am happy. #very easily pleased asgfsk. #also yeah i love hp but jkr can go eat some dirt.

[survey--s]

644.

Are you disrespectful to a lot of people? No.

When was the last time someone called you pretty? I can't remember. That's not really a compliment I hear used very often at all these days.

Do you like the color pink? I do like pink. It's not my favourite but it is nice.

Are you in your pajamas at the moment? I'm wearing leggings and a t-shirt. I don't really ever wear pyjamas unless I'm sick.

On Facebook, do you have people listed as your siblings who aren’t really your siblings? No. I did back when it first came out, though.

Doesn’t it annoy you when couples post things to each other’s wall on Facebook that are all mushy and gross and NO ONE CARES? Hahaha it doesn't really bother me as such, but I do think it's a bit weird and it kind of screams insecurity to me.

Does your cell phone have a case on it? What color? Yeah, just a clear one.

So what do you think about Chris Brown now? He's always been a piece of shit and he always will be.

What was the last song you had on repeat? If He Wanted To He Would by Kylie Morgan.

Ever kissed someone your parents hated? Yes.

What do you think about your cousins? Nothing, really. I barely know them.

Do you think the name Sage is for boys or girls? For me it's just not a name, lol.

Do you have a favorite radio station? I don't really listen to the radio but if I do it's either Radio One or Rock FM, depending on what signal I can pick up.

Do you ever save things as a draft or a note in your phone so you can remember them later? Sometimes, yeah.

Do you use Sharpies often? No. We have loads but I just don't really have a use for them anymore.

What didn’t you get for Christmas that you asked for? I don't really ask for things for Christmas anymore.

Any weird fears? No, I don't think so.

Would you say that you’ve become more of a slut or less of a slut since a year ago? I hate that word.

Are you older or younger than most of your friends? Younger or the same age.

Does anyone you know exaggerate a lot? Sure.

What are your plans for your next birthday? Nothing yet and it's only two months away.

How are your nails? I just cut them this morning but they're just plain, really.

Your most recent ex says he/she hates you, you say? Good for you.

How is life going for you right now? Life is pretty good, I'm not gonna lie. I am tired though, last month was crazy busy and I was away all weekend and kind of feel as though I could sleep for a week, hahah.

Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? No.

Have you met anyone new lately? No.

What color are your eyes? Brown/hazel.

Look to your right what do you see? The remote, my phone, the dog under a blanket, the front door.

Are you drifting away from your best friend? Nope.

Would you feel hurt if your last ex was in a relationship? Nah, I'd just feel sorry for whoever he'd ended up with.

If given the chance, go back to fix a past regret or take a million dollars? Money, every time.

What’s more important, your pride or your life? My life.

Would the last person who texted you hurt you? I mean, I don't think it's possible for anyone you have any kind of connection with to never hurt you in some way, no matter how minor.

Your ex is sitting next to you with their new partner, what do you do? Ignore him.

Do you have a reason to smile right now? Of course. The kitten is being particularly cute.

Have you ever had to choose between two people? Yes.

Last thing you drank was? Dr Pepper. My latest addiction.

What did you do last night? Came back from Manchester, did a bunch of laundry, had a shower, watched the first two Shrek movies, played Gems of War and slept.

Where is your mother? I assume she's at home or at one of her exercise classes.

Have you had sex today? Nope.

Are you afraid of losing a boyfriend/girlfriend? No.

Do you have siblings? No.

Last person, you talked to in person? James.

Do you think someone’s thinking about you? No.

What made you the happiest today? Seeing all the dogs at work, they're always SO happy to see me and it never fails to make me smile.

What is your hair looking like right now? It's damp from my shower and tied up in a messy bun.

Is tomorrow gonna be a good day? It's just a normal Tuesday.

Are you currently wanting any piercings? Hmm, not actively but if I was in piercing parlour I'd definitely get something done, lol. Maybe my tragus again even though it was a bitch to heal up.

Are you looking forward to something as of right now? Getting a lie-in this weekend. Also Mike getting his new car, I guess.

Do you swallow gum when you’re done with it? Nope.

#survey #surveys

[ocean-anchored]

Dear future self... February 27, 2023

Last week was actually pretty chill. I think I needed it though from the last few weeks being back to back busy, I needed to just rest. I found i needed more than one day too. I met Jeremiah at the dog park on Tuesday so Nova & Theo could meet, which they did well but it was absolutely freezing out. I hope I can watch Theo though, he’s such a sweet pup. Meliss came over Wednesday and we ordered in and watched Love is Blind. Dillon is now moved out basically, he’s paying for next month rent and coming back for the final things so that’s a change now having someone actually living here full time. It will be an adjustment since I’ve had it pretty good these last 6 months. I was going to go to the adults night on Friday but I ended up deciding not to, I went to steven & Amanda’s instead which was nice. Hung out, played Shrek 2 and worked on a puzzle. I’m thoroughly enjoying puzzles now which is wild. Even a year ago me would never have guessed, but I’m actually feeling a sense of joy when finding pieces and seeing it come together. Odd but I think I might start getting some puzzles once I get a new coffee table and somewhere to set it up. It’s just really relaxing and nice (even though it stimulates the brain) while watching a show. Saturday day I didn’t do much, I went for a good walk and to the park which ended up being an hour & a half and Nova was amazing. She did so well with the small pups and so well with all the dogs. It honestly warms my heart so much when I watch her start to play and when she genuinely is having fun. Then went to Alvin’s Jazz Club Saturday night with Jeremiah for Jason’s birthday. That actually was really great. I feel stupid not dressing up and really wish I had, but overall it was such a fun time. Even though there was two tables, the two girls were super nice that we sat with and then when the other couple came whom Amanda grew up with, I connected with them so well, he’s a Pastor. It was honestly just so good and felt so amazing to be around Christian people and my age. Not like the young adults night where I felt like they were a bit younger but this group was so good and so genuine. Jason was fun and it was nice to be part of his birthday celebration. I had some good chats with him too about relationships and life and freedom. I mean, I’m not sure how Jeremiah felt. I absolutely did not take it as a date, his roommate was supposed to come with us as well but she backed out last minute. Idk, it’s funny how Steven & Amanda both asked like “are you sure it’s not a date” & that he tends to like girls easily but has high standards that he never dates. I mean, honestly I felt honored that he asked me to join when it was a tight group going, so it was really sweet but I definitely don’t take that out of context, I know I wasn’t acting as a date for it. It was just genuinely a good evening. I felt like I kept the conversation going with him, I mean I enjoy his company for sure, he’s a really nice guy & I’ll be honest his Aussie accent gets me but I’m happy where I’m at. As much as I get those missings for having a companion & partner, I really don’t want to date. I’ve literally never been happier in my life & more content. & challenged of course. So if God were to bring someone in my life I honestly would just hope that he just brings them as a good friend that I can build into & later have that blossom into something. I don’t feel as though I want to go on any dating apps again. I really would love to build friendships & then have something come of that in Gods timing. Sunday was good, church was really great. We’re going to Genesis and man does the pastor ever just break it down so well. I listened to last weeks session that I missed & I really didn’t fully understand why God wiped the earth with the flood & Noahs Ark & he just explained it so well that I actually have an understanding now. It’s amazing. & worship just moves me every time. I pull back tears every time, I just really feel that’s where I connect with God the most & sometimes I just can’t even comprehend the love he has for me when  When I listen to the lyrics. It’s beautiful & scary all at the same time. Mom sat us by the one guy I’ve been eyeing up in church the last few weeks haha. Always mom being the connector… she’s funny. I was way too shy & he was talking to the person beside him so I didn’t get a chance to even introduce myself but man he’s a babe & I think I could see him fighting off tears through the message so I mean that’s great. Maybe in a couple weeks or months from now or next year when I read back on this in a year from now I’ll be laughing but he’s tall, has a curly head of hair, nice smile & eyes, great style & he had a beard before but he shaved it this time. Last night (still being Sunday) I went to a Cake Night at Brewhouse where I decorated a cake, comic style. It was really fun, I definitely would have had more fun if I was with someone but I’m happy that I had the confidence to still go alone & i mingled a bit with the table beside me. Im happy to be still going to things even if it’s alone & being confident in that. I asked Amanda if she’ll come with me to one because I think she would & I think it would really be a great bonding time for both of us so I hope I can plan that soon with her. I really do want to build with her on a more personal & deeper level. Anyways, I’m tired & feel like I’ve said everything. Works been good but I’m getting a little nervous on workload on both ends. I’ve switched it up so I’m in okotoks Monday, Wednesday & Fridays as I have meetings to be in with Ed tues, wed, thurs but with Patrick being laid off and us taking on the whole profile of founders, I’m nervous. I know Ed reassured me that I’m doing so much & he pays me for the peace of mind, but I feel like there’s so much more to do and that’s being missed & I worry I’m not doing enough. I would be really bored if I didn’t still help Danny out. Like today I got two messages from Ed all day, one being a sign in code so I could do something on the GSU website & one email, that’s it. Which I mean I’m not complaining I just wish I was more help or if I had enough knowledge to unload more work for him. Anyways, we’ll see how it goes over time. I really do love what I do & I am really happy I made this choice. Definitely life changing even though people on the outside still look & see me working two jobs hahah. Doesn’t look like much has changed but my mindset is absolutely changed. Yes I still have frustrating days in okotoks, but I leave it there. I come home & I forget I even work there. I don’t think about anything, I don’t stress about the payables, it’s not my job. I actually have that huge weight off my shoulders, it’s 100% a different mindset & feeling of where I’m at with work. Im really happy.

#dear future self #weekly reflection #weekly update #personal

[theeveningletter]

Sunday, 01/08/2023 11:22 pm - 11:51 pm

Last night’s dream(s): I'm sorry - I didn't record last night's dreams. I don't remember them. But what I remember is falling asleep late, despite waking up quite early and not getting enough sleep the night before. At around 11:00 am, my mom woke me up because she wanted to go to church, but didn't want to leave Cooper alone.

Where I went today: Home, on a walk on our street, to my Uncle's house, back at Sheridan. 

What I ate today: I had mom's biryani for lunch, some coffee, more of my cookies, and a samosa. For dinner, I had instant noodles, a bell pepper, more cookies, and a piece of Japanese milk bread that I made.

What I did: In the morning I stayed with Cooper while Mom and Alex went to church. Then Chai Li and I took him on a walk around my street so that he could get some exercise and poop. I dried the clothes that I washed yesterday, and I started packing to come back to school. Dad brought us samosas! I am so sad that Cooper isn't staying with us. Once I was all packed, we left for Uncle's house and arrived at 3:39 pm. We dropped Cooper off, and he was very good - he let me carry him without growling. And when we arrived we said hello and stayed for a few minutes to share our experiences with Cooper. He is so cute and is in fact 12 years old. Not 6 years. lol. I hope mom looks into getting a dog for the family. I think she misses taking care of someone. But then again, it's a bit hard when everyone's at school or work. After Uncle's house, they dropped me to school and helped me bring all my stuff upstairs. I said bye to them and have since just been in my room. I need to eat better because I feel quite gross and groggy. I was able to change my schedule and now I have Lynn!! I am so happy. I need to work harder because I have the universe on my side and I can't depend solely on it! I watched a movie and might go to sleep soon.

Media I consumed today: Billie and Jean, not sure which episode, and Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. I don't know why I cried so much but it's a pretty great movie. I can't wait for another Shrek movie. A video of Fiona Apple covering The Whole of the Moon.

Things I worked on: nothing!

Things I am grateful for today: Mom, for not being afraid to ask for things. She took Auntie up on the offer to take care of Cooper for a few days and we had such a good time. Cooper loves Mom so much.

Dad - I didn't notice his hair but I hope it turned out okay. Maybe it's good that I didn't notice it? He drives us everywhere and although his back is in pain and he's getting old, he still does it.

Uncle & Auntie - were kind enough to welcome us and let us take care of their dog for a few days. I'm so happy.

Closing Thoughts: I miss Cooper. I think part of the reason I cried so much is that I am going to miss him. And I'm sad that he is an old dog. I hope he gets a lot of love for the rest of his life. No wonder he reminded me of Popo. Maybe that would be a good film.

#january #2023 #january 2023 #january 8 #the evening letter

[knightley--phillip]

our thorns our sharp : a house knightley playlist

fine. make us your villains. 

song descriptions and lyrics under the cut 

Old Money - Lana del Ray

But if you send for me, you know I'll come

And if you call for me, you know I'll run

I'll run to you, I'll run to you

I know this song is romantic, but I like to reinterpret it as familial — and I think House Knightley has the sort of relationship where if they need one another, they can call out and the other will come. Is there tension between them because of succession and forbidden love? Oh, probably. But at the end of the day, they will drop everything for one another. 

The Tradition - Halsey

So take what you want, take what you can

Take what you please, don't give a damn

Ask for forgiveness, never permission

Take what you want, take what you can

Take what you please, don't give a damn

It's in the blood and this is tradition

If this ain’t the mood for … most of our Houses, huh? It’s definitely a big House Knightley move, especially after taking over from the Blackwells. 

you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish 

You should see me in a crown

I'm gonna run this nothing town

Watch me make 'em bow

One by one by one

One by one by

This is the moment where House Knightly was like “Oh shit, I can do this job better than this horrible good for nothing Blackwells… what if we staged a coup? Haha… jk… unless…?” And then they decided to make everyone bow. 

Money Power Glory - Lana del Rey

I want money, power and glory

I want money and all your power, all your glory

Alleluia, I wanna take you for all that you got

Alleluia, I'm gonna take them for all that they got

Do I need to say anything else lmao? 

Holding Out for a Hero - Nothing But Thieves

Where have all the good men gone

And where are all the gods?

Where's the streetwise Hercules

To fight the rising odds?

Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed

Late at night, I toss and I turn

And I dream of what I need

On the flipside, while House Knightley did want money, power, and glory, they also did believe this was for the better. Because the Blackwells were tyrants and all of Swysteros was falling. It’s not the upbeat pop version (or Shrek version) of the song we know, but one a little more desperate to mirror the darkness of this time. 

Control - Halsey

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"

I can't help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?

Even though they tried to be heroes, there is definitely a dark side to the Knightleys and they are a scary bunch. 

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde

It's my own design

It's my own remorse

Help me to decide

Help me make the most

Of freedom and of pleasure

Nothing ever lasts forever

Everybody wants to rule the world

I like the Lorde version because of how somber it sounds, and I feel like this is the Knightleys — King Hubert in particular — accepting the burden of rule. 

Enemy - Imagine Dragons

Tell you, you're the greatest

But once you turn, they hate us (ha)

Oh, the misery

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Spare the sympathy

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Look out for yourself

When you’re in power, everyone naturally wants to turn you into their enemy. And yes, I will overuse the Arcane intro song for every playlist possible. 

Why We Build the Wall - Hadestown OST 

Why do we build the wall?

We build the wall to keep us free

That's why we build the wall

We build the wall to keep us free

I added “You’ll Be Back” from Hamilton initially as a joke, then went on a spiral looking for musical songs and… I think this just fits so well. I think they’re protective of their new status and are hesitant to let outsiders into their family. 

Viva La Vida - Coldplay 

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'

Roman cavalry choirs are singin'

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you'd gone, there was never

Never an honest word

And that was when I ruled the world

What will happen to House Knightley? Certainly, St. Peter won’t call their names.

#swyntask #swyngom

[nasa]

NASA Spotlight: Astronaut Mike Hopkins

Michael S. Hopkins was selected by NASA as an astronaut in 2009. The Missouri native is currently the Crew-1 mission commander for NASA’s next SpaceX launch to the International Space Station on Nov. 14, 2020. Hopkin’s Crew-1 mission will mark the first-ever crew rotation flight of a U.S. commercial spacecraft with astronauts on board, and it secures the U.S.’s ability to launch humans into space from American soil once again.  Previously, Hopkins was member of the Expedition 37/38 crew and has logged 166 days in space. During his stay aboard the station, he conducted two spacewalks totaling 12 hours and 58 minutes to change out a degraded pump module. He holds a Bachelor of Science in Aerospace Engineering from the University of Illinois and a Master of Science in Aerospace Engineering. 

He took some time from being a NASA astronaut to answer questions about his life and career! Enjoy:

What do you hope people think about when you launch?

I hope people are thinking about the fact that we’re starting a new era in human spaceflight. We’re re-opening human launch capability to U.S. soil again, but it’s not just that. We’re opening low-Earth orbit and the International Space Station with commercial companies. It’s a lot different than what we’ve done in the past. I hope people realize this isn’t just another launch – this is something a lot bigger. Hopefully it’s setting the stage, one of those first steps to getting us to the Moon and on to Mars.

You served in the U.S. Air Force as a flight test engineer. What does that entail?

First off, just like being an astronaut, it involves a lot of training when you first get started. I went to the U.S. Air Force Test Pilot School and spent a year in training and just learning how to be a flight test engineer. It was one of the most challenging years I’ve ever had, but also one of the more rewarding years. What it means afterwards is, you are basically testing new vehicles or new systems that are going on aircraft. You are testing them before they get handed over to the operational fleet and squadrons. You want to make sure that these capabilities are safe, and that they meet requirements. As a flight test engineer, I would help design the test. I would then get the opportunity to go and fly and execute the test and collect the data, then do the analysis, then write the final reports and give those conclusions on whether this particular vehicle or system was ready to go.

What is one piece of life advice you wish somebody had told you when you were younger? 

A common theme for me is to just have patience. Enjoy the ride along the way. I think I tend to be pretty high intensity on things and looking back, I think things happen when they’re supposed to happen, and sometimes that doesn’t necessarily agree with when you think it should happen. So for me, someone saying, “Just be patient Mike, it’s all going to happen when it’s supposed to,” would be really good advice.

Is there a particular science experiment you enjoyed working on the most while aboard the space station?

There’s a lot of experiments I had the opportunity to participate in, but the ones in particular I liked were ones where I got to interact directly with the folks that designed the experiment. One thing I enjoyed was a fluid experiment called Capillary Flow Experiment, or CFE. I got to work directly with the principal investigators on the ground as I executed that experiment. What made it nice was getting to hear their excitement as you were letting them know what was happening in real time and getting to hear their voices as they got excited about the results. It’s just a lot of fun.

Space is a risky business. Why do it?

I think most of us when we think about whatever it is we do, we don’t think of it in those terms. Space is risky, yes, but there’s a lot of other risky jobs out there. Whether it’s in the military, farming, jobs that involve heavy machinery or dangerous equipment… there’s all kinds of jobs that entail risk. Why do it? You do it because it appeals to you. You do it because it’s what gets you excited. It just feels right. We all have to go through a point in our lives where we figure out what we want to do and what we want to be. Sometimes we have to make decisions based on factors that maybe wouldn’t lead you down that choice if you had everything that you wanted, but in this particular case for me, it’s exactly where I want to be. From a risk standpoint, I don’t think of it in those terms.

Can you describe your crew mate Soichi Noguchi in one sentence?

There are many facets to Soichi Noguchi. I’m thinking about the movie Shrek. He has many layers! He’s very talented. He’s very well-thought. He’s very funny. He’s very caring. He’s very sensitive to other people’s needs and desires. He’s a dedicated family man. I could go on and on and on… so maybe like an onion – full of layers!

Star Trek or Star Wars?

I love them both. But can I say Firefly? There’s a TV series out there called Firefly. It lasted one season – kind of a space cowboy-type show. They did have a movie, Serenity, that was made as well. But anyway, I love both Star Wars and Star Trek. We’ve really enjoyed The Mandalorian. I mean who doesn’t love Baby Yoda right? It’s all fun.

How many times did you apply to be an astronaut? Did you learn anything on your last attempt? 

I tried four times over the course of 13 years. My first three attempts, I didn’t even have references checked or interviews or anything. Remember what we talked about earlier, about patience? For my fourth attempt, the fact is, it happened when it was supposed to happen. I didn’t realize it at the time. I would have loved to have been picked on my first attempt like anybody would think, but at the same time, because I didn’t get picked right away, my family had some amazing experiences throughout my Air Force career. That includes living in Canada, living overseas in Italy, and having an opportunity to work at the Pentagon. All of those helped shape me and grow my experience in ways that I think helped me be a better astronaut.

Can you share your favorite photo or video that you took in space?

One of my favorite pictures was a picture inside the station at night when all of the lights were out. You can see the glow of all of the little LEDs and computers and things that stay on even when you turn off the overhead lights. You see this glow on station. It’s really one of my favorite times because the picture doesn’t capture it all. I wish you could hear it as well. I like to think of the station in some sense as being alive. It’s at that time of night when everybody else is in their crew quarters in bed and the lights are out that you feel it. You feel the rhythm, you feel the heartbeat of the station, you see it in the glow of those lights – that heartbeat is what’s keeping you alive while you’re up there. That picture goes a small way of trying to capture that, but I think it’s a special time from up there.

What personal items did you decide to pack for launch and why? 

My wedding bands. I’m also taking up pilot wings for my son. He wants to be a pilot so if he succeeds with that, I’ll be able to give him his pilot wings. Last time, I took one of the Purple Hearts of a very close friend. He was a Marine in World War II who earned it after his service in the Pacific.

Thank you for your time, Mike, and good luck on your historic mission! Get to know a bit more about Mike and his Crew-1 crew mates Victor Glover, Soichi Noguchi, and Shannon Walker in the video above.

Watch LIVE launch coverage beginning at 3:30 p.m. EST on Nov. 14 HERE. 

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[pepperonijem]

When He Sees Me || Peter Parker

MASTERLIST

Pairing:  Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: um peter might be a little ooc and that’s because i’m writing about my unfortunate crush but i basically just changed his name to peter parker any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental <3 

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can’t close it? Catching feelings for your best friend is never easy.

A/N: This fic is sponsored in part by @bitchassbucky, @spiderrpcrker, @shurisneakers, @midnightsunfae, and @blackberrybucky who instead of shutting down my feelings, hyped me up to turn my crush and some of the things that we’ve done into a fic <3 this goes out to anyone who has ever started crushing on their best friend.

Oh God, please don’t walk this way, please don’t wa-

“Oh, hey Peter!” The crack in your voice betrayed your attempt at a casual greeting, despite your efforts to disguise it with a cough. “How’s it-- how’s it hanging?”

“You good?” Peter smiled at you but his eyebrow quirked upwards in concern. “I just wanted to make sure we’re still on for tonight?” His concern faded into a wide grin as you nodded in response. Peter gave you a quick goodbye before walking away towards his next class.

As soon as you saw him turn into the classroom, you turned to face your closed locker, letting out a groan before setting your forehead against it. Peter had asked if you were good, and although you nodded, the butterflies in your stomach threatened to give you away. You were very much not good.

A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned to see your friend MJ. “What did Peter do this time?” MJ asked. For the last month, every interaction with Peter -- there have been a lot -- ended this way: a groan of defeat and a few welted lines on your forehead from holding your head against your locker. You turned to give MJ a dirty look, annoyed by the amused smirk on her face.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed, finally lifting your head up to talk to her. You opened your locker as you talked, not wanting to make eye contact with MJ as you confessed your feelings. “He just… smiled… and everything went downhill from there.” You rolled your eyes as MJ laughed. “It’s getting worse, I have no idea how I’m going to get through tonight.”

MJ laid a hand on your shoulder. “Well we’ll all be there,” she offered. “And if it makes you feel better, no one’s even noticed. Just act normal and you’ll be fine.” She shrugged her shoulders as if that was the easiest thing to do. But you couldn’t act normal anymore, not with Peter. Not when normal means resting your head against his shoulder every time he makes you laugh. Not when normal means borrowing his clothes when his aunt May tells you to stay the night every time a study session runs too long. Not when normal means wearing the extra sweater he keeps for you because you always forget yours.

Normal was when you didn’t feel butterflies everytime he looked at you, before your curious heart got the better of you and you began to wonder what it might be like to hold his hand. Now, things were just weird. At least for you. Nothing on the surface had changed, no one noticed how your heart rate picked up every time Peter touched you, or how you suddenly felt hot whenever he winked at you. But inside your heart was navigating uncharted territory in your friendship, trying to traipse along the thin line that separated how things have always been and how you suddenly wish things could be.

Pulling your textbook out of your locker, you shut the locker door a just a little bit more aggressively than necessary. MJ gave you a small hug before linking her arm through yours as you walked to your next class.

For the rest of the day, you found it impossible to focus on anything. Instead of taking down notes on George Orwell in English, you found yourself absentmindedly doodling hearts. Everything just reminded you of Peter and your own confusing feelings. Thankfully, you didn’t share any classes with him today, leaving you enough solitude to think about just why you were so frustrated with yourself.

Logically, you knew there was nothing wrong with having a crush on someone. You’ve had plenty of crushes before, a few of which reflected a temporary lapse in judgement on your part. You remember telling Peter about each of them, gushing about the most basic acts of human decency as he rolled his eyes and told you that you deserve someone better, but nevertheless helping you pick up the pieces every time someone broke your heart. That, you realized, was what scared you the most.

If you were to date, and then break up… well who would be there with kind words and your favorite boba when everything fell apart? The thought of losing your best friend over emotions, feelings, left far too much to chance. Was the idea of holding his hand, of hearing him call you his enough to make you risk the friendship that has always been enough for you? It should be enough for you, you reminded yourself. There was too much on the line and not enough guarantee for you to risk it.

With that determination in mind, you steeled yourself for the rest of the day, determined to put your feelings to rest and go back to normal.

Unfortunately, that plan quickly fell through.

You got to the restaurant a half hour late with only a really good nap to blame. You felt bad that your friends were waiting for you, but when you got there, you found an empty spot next to Peter, where your usual order of ramen was waiting and against your will, the butterflies flew rampant. The noodle that hit Peter’s nose as he ate while waving you over made you laugh as you sat down beside him.

“I got you your usual,” Peter explained in between bites. You smiled and thanked him before digging in. Peter had done this for you many times, and you willed your body to fight against the flutter of your heart.

Thankfully, the rest of your dinner was going well, and everyone had plenty of stories to tell. MJ had begun doing more portraits of people in distress and revealed her latest piece -- a portrait of Peter slurping up a noodle only to get a rogue drop of soup in his eye. Ned and Betty were off again, but of course they tried to keep it civil (they were on again by the end of the night) so no one would have to pick sides. Flash teased Peter about the B that he made on his literature exam yesterday over poetry and Peter’s face turned beet red.

“Hey,” Peter began, attempting to defend himself. “I totally could’ve made a perfect score. I was just distracted.” He shrunk down in his seat a little bit, and the rest of you laughed teasingly.

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Flash continued. “You’ve been drawing little hearts all over your notes, dude, it’s unsettling.” He rolled his eyes and took another bite of his food, swirling his fork around the bowl trying to grab as much noodle as possible.

Across the table, you and MJ made eye contact, a look of surprise between the both of you. You tried to signal her to say something before a weird silence fell on the table, but she was not reading your cues. Thankfully, Peter spoke again.

“H-hearts?” He repeated. “Why would I be drawing hearts on my notes?” Although he tried to play it off, the rise in pitch gave him away. He scrunched his face in exaggeration.

“Actually,” Betty began. “Now that I think about it, you were doing that in Spanish class too.” You glanced over at Peter who looked at you with panic in his eyes. You took a long sip of water, suddenly feeling a layer of sweat form at the back of your neck. “Wonder what that’s about.” She shrugged and turned to Ned asking if he wanted to split a slice of cheesecake with her.

Before Peter had a chance to try to defend himself once again, the waitress appeared. “Are you all ready for the check?” she asked.

“Yeah, but we’re splitting the check,” Flash replied. Betty rolled her eyes in response. “What? Just because I’m rich does not mean I have to share the wealth.”

The waitress nodded in response. As she was leaving Peter called her back. “Oh wait,” he called. “I’ll also be paying for this order,” he gestured to your bowl. She smiled at him and headed for the counter.

“Peter,” you smiled. “I have money, I can pay for myself.” Although Peter usually had to order for you, he didn’t usually pay for you, unless it was a special occasion.

“I know, I just wanted to be nice,” he responded, giving your shoulder a playful nudge. “Plus, you seem like you’ve had a rough week. Every time I see you, you seem to be lost in thought. What’s been on your mind?” The sentence came out casually, but the furrow in his brows revealed how concerned he actually has been. Peter was nothing if not observant, like he could sense things better than most people.

You let out a sigh, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to lie to Peter, but you also didn’t want to tell him the truth, that you were thinking about him-- well, your feelings for him. Just when it seemed like he had backed you into a corner, however, the waitress had returned with the checks, and the question left unanswered.

After dinner, the six of you went to Flash’s house to watch a movie. He had a home theater and early access to new movies and he loved to remind everyone of that. Not that any of you minded, especially if it got you free popcorn and a movie out of it. Every week, a different person got to select the movie and today, unfortunately, was MJ’s turn.

You loved her, of course, but you absolutely detested her taste in movies. Mostly because she was a horror junkie, and you were absolutely not. Her last few turns however had been spent making sure you all had seen all of the Shrek movies. But today, she picked a horror film. Something about demons and the like. Peter and Betty cheered at her selection as Flash groaned. You settled into the couch in the back of the room and grabbed a blanket. Ned and Betty sat together on a smaller loveseat, and MJ sat on the floor in front of Flash’s seat, the perfect spot to be able to scare him with a single touch on his leg.

Peter sat down beside you, handing you a tub of popcorn and a soda. He pulled the blanket over his own lap as he sat criss-cross on the couch. You tried not to pay attention to how his leg was brushing against yours under the blanket, instead focusing on the screen as the room went dark.

The movie had just started, but you could already feel yourself tense up in expectation.The music was coming to a crescendo and you knew something was already going to happen. You didn’t realize just how tightly your fists had balled together in your lap till you jumped at the sound of Peter’s soft voice at the shell of your ear. “Are you okay?” He asked.

He tried to hold in a chuckle as you almost bounced the tub of popcorn off your lap. He grabbed it from you and set it to the side. “Look,” he pointed to the screen where the creature’s head had just rotated a full circle as it crawled up the wall in pursuit of the main character. “That thing kinda looks like the spider from that kid’s tv show, but not as creepy.” You let out a laugh, a little louder than you meant, and Ned turned to tell you to shut up.

The small joke was enough to dissipate the anxiety you felt towards the movie, but unfortunately only heightened your feelings about Peter. But he noticed how your fists unclenched and how your shoulders relaxed once you laughed, so he continued to tell you whispered jokes for the rest of the movie. Each time he noticed your body tensing, he tried his best to make you laugh, and god, how could you stop yourself from those butterflies anymore?

At the height of the movie, you found yourself with your hands over your ears, and eyes squeezed shut, unable to even look at the screen or hear a joke. When Peter realized a joke wouldn’t be enough, he slid closer to you and pulled you into his side and you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Before you had a chance to think about the spicy notes of his cologne or the softness of his skin, the sound of a high pitched scream in the movie caused you to jump with a gasp. In response, Peter wrapped his arms around you tight, with a gentle shush.

It was only after the music began to die down that you opened your eyes again, only to find Peter’s eyes fixed on the screen. Now that the worst was over, you no longer had an excuse to be in his embrace the way you were. You began to wiggle your way out of his arms, attracting his attention.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“Peter I’m a big kid,” you smiled, teasing. “You don’t have to hold me like a baby.” Peter let out a soft laugh before relaxing his hold on you just a bit.

“Okay,” he relented. “I’ll just hold you like this then.” He began to shift so that your head was on his shoulder, and one of his arms looped under yours, intertwining your fingers. The smile on his face was calm as if this was something the two of you did all the time, but his racing heartbeat reminded you this was something new.

The two of you remained that way for the rest of the movie. By the time the soft music began to play in the credits, you could hear light snoring from everyone else in the room. However, you and Peter made absolutely no efforts to untangle yourselves from each other. It was as if you were worried that once the lights came back on, you would never find yourself like this again, and what a sad idea that was. Normal, would never be enough for you again, not when you know now how much better life could be like this.

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline from the jump scares, or the sureness of his hand in yours, like it’s always belonged there, that gave you the courage to finally break the silence.

“Peter,” you breathed out, lifting your head from his shoulder, but not letting go of his hand.

He turned to you, with a look of concern, afraid of what you might say.

“Kiss me.” The words came out so softly and so quickly that you weren’t sure if you said it at all.

“Finally,” he whispered as his lips fell against yours, softly and slowly. He pulled away after what felt like hours and yet not nearly enough time. His hands reached up to cup your face. “I like you,” he admitted. “So much.”

Suddenly, you felt it. You felt exactly what it must feel like to fly, to let yourself go without worrying about gravity or anything else. The risks were still there, the numbers hadn’t changed, but you knew that no matter what happened next, just having the chance to fly would always be enough.

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[dinosaurtsukki]

tsukishima as a dad hc’s

there is absolutely no reason behind me writing this other than the fact that i’m sad and need a tsukishima

ngl he was SUPER nervous when he found out he was going to be a dad because for one, he knows he’s not exactly the sweetest lamppost on the street and he’s insecure about being able to take care of a child right

but you know for a fact that despite how salty tsukishima tends to be, he has a good heart and will be an amazing father

you: it’s okay, shrek was also nervous about having a kid in the third movie

tsukishima: did you just compare me to shrek??

i’m sorry i’ll stop adding shrek references to everything

he’s also thrown off a bit by your pregnancy because now he realizes he has to be a bit more attentive to your needs

most of the time he’s just like ‘??? are you ??? okay ?? can i ?? help ???’

tsukishima really wants to be able to help but you also have to explain directly what you need help with

after a while he starts to get into the motion of things. he’ll be up early to make you some tea to help with your morning sickness 

one time he came home with your favorite ice cream flavor because he anticipated you would be craving it and you almost cried

tsukishima does have his little soft moments with you though. sometimes he’ll be spooning while you sleep and place a protective hand over your belly

surprisingly, he’s really calm when you start to go into labor. in the cab ride on the way to the hospital he’s holding your hand and helping you with your breathing

he’s still really calm up until they wheel you over to the emergency room and tsukishima immediately erupts in a panic

he’ll be in the bathroom washing his face over and over again because he doesn’t know what to do before calling akiteru and yamaguchi

they already both know what’s up and try to keep tsukishima calm up until the nurse comes out to say that both you and your baby are fine

inside the room, he sees you already tired but still somehow sitting up to nurse your newborn daughter 

he doesn’t ask to hold her but you can see it on his face so you offer to let him and the look on his face is just so soft when his daughter wraps her little hand around his fingers

excuse me i’m just going to go cry for a bit

tsukishima would be a very responsible type of dad. he’s very good at remembering to wash the feeding bottles and pack extra diapers when you go out

also: DINOSAUR PLUSHIES

this makes me uwu so hard but he’d probably buy a bunch of dinosaur plushies and baby books for your daughter

you: kei, that’s their fifth plushie already

tsukki: this is a triceratops it’s DIFFERENT

ngl there are times when he’ll have to bring your daughter to work and he’ll come into the museum with a baby carrier on him and everything

at first he’s kind of embarrassed and then he’ll notice his co-workers snickering and shoot them a Death Glare

tsukki: is your masculinity too fragile for you to even bring your kid to work? pathetic

that shuts them up

he’s not really the playful type BUT tsukishima is definitely the kind of dad who’d read stories to your kid

sometimes you’ll pass by your daughter’s bedroom and catch him lying on the bed, reading her a book and you can’t help but stand by and watch him

he’ll arrange the dino plushies all around her after tucking her in

because tsukishima doesn’t mind bringing your daughter to work after school, the museum eventually becomes sort of like her playground

it’s so cute everyone who works in the museum knows her and she just spends the rest of the day going around the exhibits

OMG FATHER-DAUGHTER BONDING WHILE TSUKISHIMA ORGANIZES EXHIBITS

you’ll often pass by the museum after work to find your husband and daughter fixing an exhibit together and she’s asking a million questions and tsukishima’s patiently answering all of them

the three of you LOVE having family movie nights or playing board games together 

there was this one time your daughter and tsukishima were conspiring against you but then at the last minute she betrayed him and won the entire game

you: kei, are you crying?

tsukki: i’m just really proud

he’s also the type of dad to tease his kid a lot because he can and he loves to bring up embarrassing moments all the time

tsukki: hEY REMEMBER WHEN YOU--

your daughter: daaaAAAAD

generally, tsukishima is quite stern but oh my god does he teach your daughter questionable things 

you: i know she stole your doll but you can’t just call people the b-word

your daughter: motherfucker doesn’t start with a ‘b’

tsukki: *is bent-over from laughing too hard*

you’ll be lecturing her over something that she did but your husband is just standing behind you mouthing ‘you did good’ while flashing a thumbs-up

tsukishima does try to raise you to be a morally responsible citizen but he’s also lowkey a crackhead

tsukki: sometimes, the best thing you can do is simply forgive and forget

your daughter: okay dad

tsukki: but other times, you can just secretly drive by their house and throw eggs at night

you: kEI

nvm you’re a crackhead too it’s why tsukishima married you

*insert shot of the three of you in a car, throwing eggs at the house of the person who wronged your daughter*

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[ri-ahhh]

hi can you write about spending a valentine’s day with gray pls?

valentine’s day smut w/ gray? + more haha sorry couldn’t put them all in

A/N: I’m sorry this is a day late. It was supposed to be 90% smut but somehow it took on a mind of its own and turned into this monster.

warnings: smut, extremely cheesy, way too long

***

It should be a given understanding that Valentine’s Day is the dumbest, most antiquated, overrated holiday that’s ever existed. That had always been your take on it, even as a little kid — the worry of spelling your classmates’ names correctly on cards imprinted with cheesy Scooby Doo and Spongebob puns; the expectation to dress up nice in the hopes you would get asked to be someone’s Valentine in the hallways of middle school; the potential embarrassment of being the only person in class who didn’t get bought one of those stupid roses from a ‘secret admirer’ in high school.

There’s simply too much pressure surrounding the idea of professing your love or even your mere fondness for anyone and everyone in your life. The fear of rejection if you do, and the judgement if you don’t. It had always made you anxious, whether you had someone to share the day with or not.

But this Valentine’s Day, as a young twenty-something, you were actually (secretly) looking forward to it. Conner was your first adult relationship, with the title of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ and labels and commitment. He’s cute and smart and charming and yours. So, sue you if you were quietly anticipating wearing that SavageXFenty set beneath a brand new dress while you went to dinner after being greeted at the door with roses and a box of chocolates.

And yet here you are, on February 14th, hood of your sweater drawn over your head as you rummage through your freezer with a clear target in your mind. Your eyes are blurry and swollen, but you find the pint of birthday cake Nada Moo with ease, and you slam the freezer door closed a little harder than you really mean to as soon as it’s in your grasp.

You’ve just popped the lid off when your phone buzzes on the kitchen counter where you’ve plopped down to eat your depression snack in a more acceptable place than your bed or the couch.

You see Grayson’s name accompanied by a goofy, up-close picture of him smiling filling the screen, and hesitate. He’s one of your best friends, and clearly done nothing wrong, but you’re not sure you’re capable of handling anyone of the male species right now after...everything.

At the end of the day, though, it’s Grayson. He knows heartbreak almost better than anyone, and you’ve coached him through it on more than one occasion. Maybe he can spew back some of your own advice if it comes to that.

You swipe the bar at the bottom of the screen, and your ceiling suddenly replaces the image of his silly, handsome face. “Sup?”

“Yo. Am I interrupting anything? Sorry, just remembered what day it is.”

You swallow. “Uh no, you’re not.”

“What’s wrong?”

You bite your lip hard, digging your spoon into the softened ice cream. Was it that obvious just from your voice that you had been upset? Or does he just know you that well?

“Nothing.”

“You sound like you’ve been crying.”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie. Let me see your face.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you concede. “No. I’ve been crying.”

He’s quiet, and you can’t bring yourself to look at his own face in the corner of the screen. You shove the chunk of ice cream past your lips, and after a moment he says with a softer tone, “Crying on Valentine’s Day is never a good sign.”

You’re glad that you’ve gotten so much of your tears out already, because you feel the inevitable prickle behind your eyes that would have been full-blown waterworks a few hours ago. You scoop another bite. “Conner cheated on me — has been, cheating on me. I found out last night.”

Grayson sighs your name, and something about the genuine sympathy in his voice makes you even more emotional. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. What a piece of shit.”

You shrug even though he can’t see, and sniffle past the lump in your throat. “It’s whatever. I’m still in shock more than anything. Hurts like hell, though, still. I let him have it when I saw the texts and he hasn’t tried to call me once. No texts. Nothing.”

He’s silent, but it’s that raging silence you know oh so well from him. It doesn’t happen often, but anyone who knows Grayson Dolan knows that when his volume comes down, he means business. A loud and obnoxious Grayson is a happy one, but a brooding and quiet one means serious business.

“Do you want me to go beat his ass? I’ll do it.”

A smile cracks your scowl before you know it, and you shake your head. “No thanks, Gray. As much as I’d love to see that happen, I like your face the way it is. And not on a mugshot.”

He chuckles a little, and you feel your chest lift some just hearing the familiar depth of it. “Well, do you at least want me to come over later? I totally get if you need to be alone, but I know from experience sometimes what helps the most is having good friends around.”

You’re a little surprised. “You don’t have a date?”

“Nope.”

“No one from the roster hitting you up?”

“I don’t have a roster,” he argues playfully, but you both know that’s a lie, if not at least a stretch of the truth. “And even if I did, you’re more important. Always.”

You sigh and take another bite. His words make your neck tingle and your toes wiggle, but you ignore it; your brain is full of confusion as it is. “That makes one man in my life who thinks so, I guess.”

You finally prop your phone up against the fruit basket sitting in the middle of your bar so he can see you. Grayson takes in your image, which admittedly must look kind of pathetic, and you watch his jaw clench and release in a way that you can’t deny is utterly sexy.

“Is an hour okay? Tell Vanessa to come, too.”

“Benito took her to Tulum for the weekend,” you say, referring to your best friend and her boyfriend. “She did threaten to get on a plane and come home early for me, though.”

Grayson grins crookedly, but his jaw is still tight. “Well, tell her you’re in good hands. See you in an hour?”

You give it one last quick consideration; you already feel this much better just talking to him on the phone. Nothing bad could come from him being in your apartment, and you trust him. “Yeah, that’s fine. But just so you know, I’m already at the stage of eating ice cream at 10:30 AM.”

“Did you forget you’re talking to the emotional ice cream eating champion? No judgement here.”

You finally let out a giggle, your spirits officially lifted. “I’ll see you soon.”

**

True to his word, Grayson arrives at your door about an hour later, his arms laden with milkshakes from Monty’s, a gift bag decorated all over with sparkly hearts, and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

You’re stunned. The only thing you’d managed to do in the time it took him to get here was take a quick shower in attempts to rid your face of some of the puffiness, throw on some shorts this time with a fresh hoodie, and toss the used tissues scattered around your place into the garbage.

Before you can say anything, he holds out the flowers. “They were out of roses. But I know you like pink.”

You reach out for them slowly, eyes wide, your fingers brushing his when you grasp the plastic wrapping. His cheeks are a similar color to the petals, and it makes both your heart and your lips smile.

“Peonies are my favorite,” you say truthfully. “And yes, especially pink ones. Thank you, Gray.”

“You’re welcome,” he says, sounding relieved.

As he crosses the threshold of your door, he leans down to kiss your cheek, and you can’t help but hum quietly and pull him in for a hug. “That gift better not be for me, either,” you mumble into his chest.

Grayson pulls back, his eyes sparkling, but keeps you close with an arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders. “Oh, this? No, this is for my other best friend I’m trying to cheer up on Valentine’s Day.”

You slap his arm playfully, and lead him into your kitchen, pulling out a vase from the cabinet beneath your sink for the flowers.

The bag has a few gifts in it: a new Comfy (“I remembered you ruined yours when that ketchup bottle exploded all over you the other day”); a huge bag of watermelon sour patch kids (“I know they’re your favorite. Also ice cream gives you brain freeze after the first pint or so, trust me”); and a heart shaped box of your favorite chocolates (“you can eat them or burn them, I wasn’t sure which you’d appreciate more but either is fine with me.”)

You appreciated all of it, more than he would ever understand. All you can do is fling yourself at him weakly, completely overwhelmed. “Fuck you, you’re gonna make me cry all over again.”

Grayson envelops you in those huge, muscular arms, cooing behind that laugh you love so much. “Is that a really backwards way of saying thank you?”

You grunt in affirmation, and with you still wrapped up in his arms, he starts waddling the two of you back the short distance into your living room.

“Here,” he says, coaxing you down into the blanket nest you had created on the couch. “You chill and find a movie. I’ll make popcorn.”

You do, and he does, and the next few hours are spent lounging about in your apartment. Having him here with you is doing wonders from keeping your mind from going down the paths you’d been spiraling towards ever since you saw the messages between Conner and no less than four other girls on Snapchat. You don’t believe in snooping, but finding the first one had been an accident when he received the snap while you had his phone, and your finger happened to press the icon at just the right moment. 

In your eyes, though, the image of one pair of tits that weren’t your own was enough justification to see what else you could find. 

“I hate to admit it, but I’m kind of relieved,” you told Grayson a while later, Shrek playing on the TV quietly. He’s sitting next to you, far enough apart for there to be couch space between the two of you, but close enough to share the oversized blanket thrown over your laps. “Obviously what he did is so fucking shitty and I’m not justifying it in any way, but I can be honest with myself now and realize I wasn’t in that relationship for the right reasons. There wasn’t anything there emotionally at the end of the day.”

“You still have every right to feel hurt by what he did, though. It’s a huge violation of trust,” Grayson assures, reaching out and squeezing your hand gently.  

You squeeze back and grimace at him. “Yeah.” You let out a little mirthless laugh and shake your head, heat flooding your cheeks. “It’s so embarrassing, too. And finding out the day before Valentine’s, no less. Like, I just wanted to look cute, have a nice dinner, have some nice sex, and just... I don’t know. Have an actual Valentine’s day for once. No pressure or anxiety or anything.”

Grayson stares at you in that way he does — so intense and almost intimidating if there wasn’t a genuine warmth behind it. You’re suddenly aware of his thumb brushing the back of your hand slowly. He squeezes your fingers again. 

“So, let’s do it, then. You and me.”

You arch a brow at him, smiling at the rosiness in his cheeks when he realizes what he might have implied. “The dinner part, I mean. And the dressing up. Even though I think you look plenty cute right now.”

You roll your eyes, but for the countless time that day, your heart flutters happily. Looking back, you can’t remember the last time Conner had complimented your appearance, let alone after hours of crying and lazing around in sweats, sugar crystals stuck to the corner of your lip. 

“That would be great, except there’s no way we’re getting into any restaurant at this point,” you remind him. “Probably no delivery, either.”

“I’ll cook for you,” he counters, throwing the blanket off his legs and standing up with a groan. He stops to stretch, and the way his arms go over his head makes his shirt ride up at the bottom, exposing a chunk of hard muscles and golden skin. 

You swallow, eyes trailing up the rest of his torso appreciatively. “I don’t have much.”

He’s already rummaging through your pantry, though, and pulls out a half-full box of pasta, a jar of marinara sauce, and a leftover chunk of sourdough bread. “You got salad stuff?”

You nod, and he opens the fridge to find some lettuce, peppers, and other salad fixings before setting them with the pasta ingredients on the counter. “Go get dressed, look as cute or not cute as you want. I’ll take care of this.”

He’s absolutely unreal. “Gray-”

Grayson holds up his hand. “Ah, no, I’m doing this. You deserve it. Also, I’m hungry. It’s a win-win.”

Your stomach growls as well, and that’s all the convincing you need. While he gets busy in the kitchen, you tidy up the living area some before heading to your room. You feel a little silly, making your third outfit change of the day, but you also like the giddiness in the pit of your belly at the thought of Grayson doing all of this for you. You might as well take advantage of having someone like him in your life. Show him some Valentine’s appreciation of your own.

You forgo the slinky red number you had planned to wear to the restaurant with Conner, and opt instead for a rather unsuspecting blouse-jeans combo, which happen to both respectively frame your tits and ass perfectly.

The lacy, bright pink set in the back of your closet might have made it beneath your clothes, though. The prettiness of it made you feel that much better, even if no one else was going to see it.

Maybe.

Padding back into your kitchen after running a flat iron through your hair and throwing on some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss, you find Grayson draining the pasta into a colander in the sink. 

Grayson does a double-take when he sees you standing there admiring the flex of his bicep as he holds the pot. “Hey! You look amazing.”

“If you say so,” you joke, bumping his hip with yours as. You pass him to pull plates and bowls out of the cabinet.

“I do,” he insists quietly.

Arm outstretched mid-reach, you look over at him, locking eyes with his hazel ones. He looks a little surprised by the words that left his mouth, like he meant for them to stay inside his head. There must be some kind of challenge in your gaze, daring him to elaborate.

He busies himself with the pasta again hastily, his voice low. “Conner is a fucking idiot. To do that to you. To let you go. You don’t deserve that. Especially not today.”

Plates in hand, you rest them gently on the counter with your lower lip caught between your teeth, and peer over at this handsome man you’re so proud and lucky to call your best friend. He’s everything you thought Conner was — cute and smart and charming — but so much more — beautiful and good and kind.

And he’s been right here in front of you the whole time.

You reach out and touch his elbow softly. The hairs on his forearm are crisp but soft, and you follow them down to that gleaming watch on his wrist.

“You know,” you start quietly, fingers tracing the links of the band before flipping his hand over to trace the lines of his palm, “you keep talking about what I deserve today. But you deserve all that and more. You deserve someone’s love that matches your own.”

He watches your delicate fingers on his large, calloused palm, then trails his eyes up to yours when he feels their attention on his face. A piece of hair flops into his eyes, and you reach up without thinking or any hesitation to push it away again with a little smile playing on your glossy lips.

You look down and lay your palm flat against his, admiring the difference in size between your hands for a moment before interlocking your fingers with his.

“I love you.”

Your eyes flit up to his in surprise; he beat you to the words.

“In case that wasn’t obvious,” Grayson continues, turning towards you. “And I hope that’s not too much for you to handle, with everything you’ve had hap-”

“I love you too, Gray,” you interrupt, stepping that much closer to him so you’re nearly chest-to-chest with him.

“Yeah?” He sounds almost boyish in his astonishment, and it makes you want to hold him tight and never let go.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “A lot. I’m sorry it took me getting dumped to realize it.”

He shakes his head, his hand resting on your cheek gently. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod once before he’s swiftly ducking down to claim your lips with his. They’re soft and pliable, and you feel their effects from the nerves in your scalp all the way down to your bare toes.

“Grayson,” you breathe, lashes fluttering open as he pulls back just enough to look at you concernedly.

You smile, bigger and brighter than you have all day, and cup his stubbled cheeks with your hands, scratching your nails gently against his jaw. “I just wanted to say your name.”

Grayson grins now, too. He kisses you more insistently now that he’s got the taste of you on his tongue, which he flicks against the underside of your top lip as he breaks the kiss. “Say it again.”

“Make me,” you challenege, voice breathy and excited, eyes closed as you savor his sweet breath against your lips. “In my room.” You feel him tense up a bit, and you open your eyes to meet his questioning gaze, biting back a smile at the inevitable hope also shining there. “I’m sure.”

With that, Grayson hauls you up into his arms, and you wrap your legs around his waist with a squeal as he buries his face into your neck. He starts making the way to your bedroom, cooked food left long forgotten in the kitchen behind you.

“Are you wearing my signature scent?” he asks, inhaling your skin deeply.

“Mmhm,” you hum, threading your fingers through the back of his thick hair. It’s so long again, and you give the dark strands a sharp tug that makes him grunt. “Part one of my gift to you. Since you got so many for me today.”

“Part one, huh?” he says, crossing the threshold of your room. “What’s part two?”

“What I’m wearing underneath this,” you whisper in his ear, giggling loudly when he lies you down on the bed with more of a toss than he might have intended. “If you want it, that is.”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind at the mere suggestion that he wouldn’t, and you take that as enough encouragement to tug at the bow tying your forest green silk wrap blouse together.

The folds part open and expose your chest, clad in that pink lace demi-cup bra with the cage detailing over the tops of your breasts. Grayson moans and dips down to nuzzle your cleavage, breathing in the scent of your warm skin. His hands trail up your sides, from your hips to your rib cage, until they settle in the dips of your waist. His touch ignites you, makes your back arch and your hips grind up against his thigh between your legs, just from the sensation of his hands on these new parts of your body.

“Grayson,” you sigh, and he smirks up at you with his chin on your tits when he realizes that’s all it took for you to say his name again.

You grab his cheeks and kiss that smugness away, shifting your legs so they’re wrapped around his waist once again, pushing down on the small of his back to get your centers to meet.

Both of you gasp into each other’s mouths when his erection rubs against your pussy, even through all the layers of clothing still on your bodies. You reach down blindly, still attacking his mouth with yours, and feel around for his belt.

His pants come off, followed by yours, and he sits you up enough to push your blouse off your shoulders rather gently considering the intensity of everything. Once the garment is tossed over his shoulder, you’re down to nothing but that pretty lingerie and he in his boxer briefs.

There’s a moment of pause and clarity for the two of you, staring into one another’s eyes as the reality hits of what you’re about to do. What it means to both of you. Grayson stares down at you, and places a hand over your rapidly thumping heart.

“Beautiful,” he says quietly, dragging his hand up your chest, over your throat, until he’s cupping you’re cheek and stroking your lip with his thumb.

You smile in return, then part your lips with your eyes locked on his, encouraging him silently to slip that digit in your mouth.

Grayson’s eyes darken, and he offers you his pointer finger instead, swallowing hard when you suck and swirl your soft, wet tongue around it.

Suddenly, he’s rolling the two of you over, switching positions so he’s on his back and you straddle him. You smile happily, taking your turn to duck down and attach your lips to the pulse point his neck, grinding down on his cock with a slow, steady rhythm.

“You’re so amazing, Gray,” you tell him, nipping at the lobe of his ear before kissing the underside of his chin. “Can’t believe you’re all mine now.”

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” he growls back, cursing when you trail your kisses down the center of his body, giving each one of those moon’s their own special attention before continuing down.

When you get to the waistband of his underwear, you trail your tongue on the edge of the elastic and watch his abs contract with each shaky breath he takes. One little move of your hands, and you’ll finally get to see what he’s really packing.

But before you can even hook your fingers there to pull down, he’s tugging on your hair. “Fuck, fuck, c’mere. Please.”

You pout, but follow his lead, licking back up his muscular torso until he’s able to drag you to him for a deep, wet kiss.

“Sit on my face,” he demands, shuffling down on the pillow to make more room for you.

That takes you off guard. “But—”

“Do it. Please. I fucking have to taste you.”

Your body must be working ahead of your brain, because before you know it, you’re straddling Grayson’s face, his tongue is sweeping through the wetness in your slit, and his dark eyes are peering up at you from between your thighs.

“Oh... oh!” you cry out when his tongue starts flicking against your clit. He goes back to swiping up all your arousal, then suctions his lips around your clit. He’s using one hand to hold the lace of your thong aside, and the other dips first one finger, then two inside of you. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good...”

Grayson moans, the vibrations erupting around your clit and sending you right to the edge already. You reach back and palm his cock, rock hard in his underwear still, and squeeze as he makes you cum all over his mouth.

He gets his fill of your cum as he groans and keeps up the motion of his fingers, the pressure of his lips, the softness of his tongue as your pussy pulses with each contraction of your orgasm. You wait for him to start letting up, but something about the way he’s working you just makes those waves stay steady rather than die down again. Maybe that’s his intention, because when you drop your head down to look at him with your mouth wet and agape, there’s a sparkling mischief in his eyes has he eats you out like his last meal.

Your hips grind against his face of their own accord, and you delve one hand in his hair while the other supports you on the headboard. You gasp out a quivering, breathless laugh as it all becomes just too much, and you try to lift off his mouth.

Grayson isn’t having it, though. He wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you down, reveling in the moans and whimpers and squeals as he makes you cum again.

“Oh my god — enough, enough, I can’t...” you whine, shoving on his forehead until he releases you and drops his head to the pillow. You could already see it by the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, but he’s smirking wide, chest heaving as you slink your way down his body.

You collapse next to him in a daze, and he rolls on top of you smoothly, peppering little kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, your nose. When you’re back in your right mind, you nudge blindly at his face so his lips find yours. He tastes like your pussy, and you sigh happily as you lift your heavy arms to wrap around his neck while his scoop beneath you, holding you close.

You continue to indulge in each other for a while, in the kisses you hadn’t been allowed to share until now. There’s something exciting about his familiarity and yet also this strange newness that has you absolutely desperate for him in every way.

“This is crazy,” you say when you pull back for air, studying his face hovering right above yours. You push back that stubborn chunk of hair that keeps falling into his eyes with a soft smile. “How did we end up here?”

Grayson turns his head to press his lips to your palm. “I don’t know. Is it too much? Should we stop?”

You shake your head vehemently, and he grins. “No, please. I think I just have to grasp that you’re really... mine now.”

He chuckles. “How do you think I felt watching you with that loser for five months?”

The mention of Conner makes you feel nothing — nothing other than gratitude for Grayson, that is. You slide your hands down his back, over his ribs, across his abs until your hand cups his dick.

His hips thrust into your touch, and you grin up at him demurely as you finally delve your hand past his waistband until you’ve got his length completely in your grasp.

He’s hot and hard and thick, and you start stroking him just to gauge the reaction in his face. He doesn’t disappoint, his jaw gaping open slightly, his breaths picking up, a flush rising to the apples of his cheeks.

Without warning, he reaches down and grasps your wrist. You pout, but he asks hastily. “Are we gonna have sex?”

You smirk. “Hell yeah.”

Grayson grins and shakes his head. “Alright, then you gotta stop.”

“Already?” you tease, letting him sit back and hook his fingers in the tiny string of your thong at your hips.

He gives you a look as he pulls the scrap of lace down your legs, then stands to push down his own underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, and you wish he’d let you blow him some before you hit the main event, but he says, “I’ve wanted you for too long to take any chances about screwing up the first time.”

You melt a little, reaching for him as he climbs back on the bed. “There should be some condoms in the drawer there. Just to be safe after... you know.”

He nods and dips down to kiss you before leaning over to riffle through the top drawer of your nightstand. He comes back with a purple square, which you take from him.

“Gotta practice an activity safely,” you wink, tearing open the condom and rolling it down his shaft quickly.

“Shut up.” Grayson rolls his eyes, but smiles softly as he settles between your legs just right. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you whisper, gasping as he starts to sink inside you.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as your walls suck him in and grip him tight.

He goes slow for a couple of minutes, allowing both of you time to adjust to each other. He stretches you out so much better than anyone you’ve ever been with, and you can’t help but clench around him when you see those tattoos and smell his cologne and hear his voice — all things that remind you that this is Grayson fucking you.

He growls the first time you do it, then sits up hastily, pulling his face out of your neck when you do it again. He tucks his knees beneath him, sits on his heels, and hauls your hips into his lap as the speed of his thrusts picks up incrementally. Until he’s fucking you for real, and your tits bounce in your bra with every upstroke.

You shove an arm beneath your pillow, enunciating the curves of your body, and watch his expressions as he fights to hold back. His hair is disheveled, lip caught tight between his teeth and muffling his deep, satisfied sounds that mingle with your open higher-pitched ones. He catches your eye and his hands on your hips grip you so tight for a moment that you’re sure little bruises will be there in the morning — not that you mind.

“Fuck,” he whispers harshly before slowing his hips and shifting down to give you a deep, sloppy kiss. “Turn over.”

You moan into his mouth, then follow his order, rolling onto your front as soon as he pulls out. You expect him to haul your hips up into the air, but he moves your hair off your neck and trails sweet kisses from shoulder to shoulder, his hand sweeping down the subtle curve of your back until he’s gripping your ass.

Grayson’s hand moves down your thigh and pushes it up and out once he’s cupping the back of your knee. The angle encourages you to twist your upper half until you have sight of him once again in all his angled, sweaty, muscular glory.

“Fuck me, baby,” you beg him, already anticipating the fullness inside you again. Needing it.

“Want me to fuck you?” he asks needlessly, pushing into your pussy once again. You moan loudly, either in confirmation or from pure pleasure, it doesn’t matter. The angle is tighter, the tip of his dick hitting a spot so perfectly accurate inside of you that you can’t concentrate on anything other than how good he’s making you feel. “Yeah. So fucking sexy. So beautiful...”

“Gray.. oh fuck yes, right there,” you whimper, catching onto his arm as he leans over you and gives you those hard, steady strokes.

“Open your eyes, baby, lemme see them when you cum,” he growls out.

You open them as much as you can, your vision blurry, but you can still make out those handsome features soaking in the pleasure on your face. Watching and waiting for you to get yours so he can get his.

As soon as you’re clenching like a vice around him, Grayson is letting go into the condom. You can vaguely feel the throb of him as he cums in spurts, the sound of his masculine, drawn-out groans making you shiver and tense up even more on his dick. If it’s possible for anyone to sound as sexy as they look, Grayson achieves that in spades.

He collapses on the bed next to you, and you have just enough strength to roll over until he’s got you gathered in his arms. You nuzzle into his chest and try to process everything. You had been hoping for nice sex today, and instead you got the best sex of your life.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence while you both catch your breath, after he pulls and ties off the condom, you smile into his cooling skin with a satisfied sigh.

“Thank you for making this the best Valentine’s Day of my life. Especially after it was starting to look like the worst.”

“You made this the best day of my life, period,” he says, kissing your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gray.”

#the relief i have in finishing this lmao #im sorry its a day late this took way more effort than i thought it would #dolan twins #grayson dolan #smut #blurb #g blurb

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When Words Fail

BAKUGOU X READER

Yall I was watching Shrek the Musical on Netflix and this song made me so sad and angsty thinking about how Bakugou has trouble verbalizing his feelings and I wanted to write this about him pining after the reader

MHA MASTERLIST

Princess, I... How's it going first of all? Good? Uh, it's good for me too, I'm okay

Ever since starting at U.A. and meeting you, Bakugou felt something towards someone he'd never felt before. For years, everyone he met, he hated. And they hated him. And he liked it that way. But for some reason when he saw Sparkplug warning you of him and trying to poison you towards him, Bakugou didn't want you to hate him. So, he began trying to find a way to show that to you.

I picked this flower, right over there, is where it grew

The problem with that being that after so long of hating people and being hated, Bakugou had no idea how to voice any emotion other than anger. He can't even remember the last time he felt something other than anger. Looking down at the gentle flower in his hand, Bakugou felt his stomach churn.

And I don't really like it, but it made me think of you, because it's pretty

Personally, he hated them. They were useless things after picked. But he had heard you mention something to Mina about it being your favorite flower. It was delicate yet beautiful, like you. one of the things he liked most about you is how you managed to be strong and stunning while maintaining the gentle kindness of a lady.

Is what I'm trying to say, and you are also pretty, but I like you anyway

" 'Hey dumbass!' ... no you can't say that you idiot. You want her to like you. tch." He had no clue what to say. How the hell would he know what the right thing to say was?

So please accept this flower, with its petals and a stem

To say that you were surprised when Bakugou didn't immediately explode on you after you introduced yourself was an understatement. Clearly, the things that people had said about him were drastically out of proportion. He was kinda quiet, but otherwise his voice had this gentle raspiness that blended perfectly with his deeper tones and warmed your whole body.

Which represents my feelings and tells you how... Oh, man, I'm in trouble

Still, you had never expected this. Bakugou stood across from you, arm outstretched and face flushed. In between his rather large fingers was your favorite flower. It looked odd. For such a rough man to hold such a dainty thing. And yet the sight alone gave you butterflies.

When words fail, what will I do?

You reached forward and gently plucked the flower from his hands. He opened his mouth as if to say something. Your big beautiful eyes were staring up at him in a way that made his throat run dry. Every feasible word just escaped his mind as he stared back at you. Beautiful.

When words fail, how will she know how I feel?

Staring at Bakugou, you waited for him to say something. Anything, really. You smiled gently at him and tucked it behind your ear. "Thank you." With only a grunt in response, Bakugou turned away from you and stalked off in direction of Kirishima's dorm.

When words fail, will I fail too?

So, Confession Attempt 347 was a failure. Bakugou sat across from Kirishima waiting for the redhead to give him an idea for tonight's cookout. It was your last night at U.A., and you all decided to get together for a little chatter and grill. It was one of his last chances to finally confess to you.

Hello, fair princess, Oh look the moon, is out tonight

On the way back to the dorms, he felt something crash into his chest. When he looked down, you were on the ground in front of him, face red and hair a mess. He extended a hand to you and pulled you up to meet him. God you looked beautiful in the moonlight.

You remind me of that moon, because it's big and bright

You gently placed a finger over your lips and pulled his hand to follow you. He did. Somehow, the two of you ended up in a tree, hiding from Jirou and Midoriya who had been chosen as the seekers this round. Once again, Bakugou attempted to build up the courage to tell you how he felt, for the third time tonight.

By big I don't mean chubby, obviously you're not fat

"H-Hey. You and the moon kinda look similar tonight. Big and shining and uh-" "Found you!!" Bakugou felt both rage and embarrassment build up in him when Jirou pulled on both yours and his legs from the base of the tree. Could've been worse though. It could have been Deku.

But your personality is biggish is what I meant by that

After you had finally decided to turn in for the night for graduation tomorrow, the two of you were walking back in a comfortable silence. "Earlier, in the tree, I just meant to say that you and the moon are both bright and eye-catching." You turned to him with a bright smile and his heart almost stopped. "Thanks Katsu!!" Confession attempt 350 failed.

Sorry bout that fat thing, I'm on the hefty side myself

You sat on the bed across from Mina, twiddling with your hands and slightly zoning out. "Y/n? Are you okay?" You blinked the haze away and gazed at Mina. "Yeah... It's just that Bakugou called me pretty earlier, well kind of, and it took me by surprise. It shocked me a little is all."

I have to blame the gene pool which reminds me of... Oh, where am I going with this?

Mina stared at you shocked for a moment, before gently laughing. "I don't see how. Bakugou has been pining after you for years. Ever since we started here really." You turned to Mina, shock no doubt painted all over your face. The guy you'd been crushing on liked you back.

When words fail, what will I do?

It was finally U.A. graduation and you all sat neat and nicely in your hero uniforms, waiting for the hero course graduation ceremony to finally end. Bakugou got the pleasure of sitting behind you. Three years in the making, and he could make all of his dreams come true if the words would just come to him. When the final words of the ceremony were spoken, Bakugou turned you to him and placed both hands on your shoulders.

When words fail, how will she know how I feel?

Still, no words. Three years of pining and nothing to show. You smiled and hugged him briefly before turning and latching onto Mina. The two of you danced and jumped around and Bakugou felt Kirishima sling an arm around his shoulder and ruffle his hair.

When words fail, will I fail too?

Meanwhile, Bakugou's final chance had failed and he stood rooted to his spot. No smiles. No cheering. Not even any angry yelling. Just heartbreak. He had lost you forever now. Your train to Hosu city left tomorrow morning.

Do I have a snowballs chance? Are my prospects just too grim?

Bakugou awoke the next day to a frantic pounding on his door and pulled himself out of bed before wandering over and yanking the door open. "What?!" "It's Y/n! She was looking for you this morning! Waiting for you. But she had to go! She just left for the train station, go get her. Please you have to see her."

I spent my life stuck in the mud, Now I'm crawling out on a limb

He found himself cursing every God he knew as he willed his quirk to propel him through the air just a little faster. He had to get there before the train left. Finally the train came into view. Just a little farther and he could be yours. You could be his. Everything could go his way. Just a little farther.

If words fail, She'll know what I mean

When Bakugou landed in front of you, sweaty, arms shaking, and covered in soot, you were once again shocked. He was panting, and wild crimson eyes blinked rather rapidly as he attempted to regain his composure. His raspy voice was going in and out.

If words fail, she'll just take my hand

You took one of his large, rough hands in your own and placed your other hand on his cheek. You let out a small chuckle before reaching up to plant a rather passionate kiss on his lips. Both of you smiled into the gentle action and he pulled you close by the waist.

She's sees me like no one else has

"I love you Katsu." He kissed you again, holding you even closer than before. "I love you too." Bakugou found that he could kiss you forever and spend the rest of his life in your arms. Here, with you looking at him like he was your world, Katsuki finally felt his life falling into place.

If words fail, she'll understand. She'll understand.

Finally, the day of your wedding had come. Kirishima stood next to him, grinning proudly. You walked gently down the aisle with Mina, to the love of your life. You were so beautiful, and not for the first time, words escaped Bakugou. But when he looked into your eyes, his entire being relaxed. You understand.

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