#and I’ll be extra sweet and supportive and happy bc you’ll be helping me and I’ll get to support you

[floral-hex]

no see I WILL write something eventually, I haven’t been putting it off, I’ve just been uhhhhh cultivating the story for a couple of years yeah yeah

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Hope van Dyne’s child

Hope van Dyne x child!reader

Scott Lang x stepkid!reader

warnings: insects (ants), sharp weapons

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Happy holidays darling! Would you write HC for Hope Van Dyne's child? Love the step-parents HC 🥰”

growing up as a lil smarty pants

grandpa hank was pretty proud, although he didn’t see you very much

once every few years

but he did tell you all these crazy stories about his adventures that you honestly thought were just fiction (until you were older)

“and i was as small as an ant, but i was still incredibly strong! remember that, kid. just because you aren’t as big as someone else doesn’t mean you can’t beat them” -hank

“y/n doesn’t need to be hearing those stories, hank” -hope

“why not? they have important life lessons in them!” -hank

“why does mommy call you ‘hank?’” -you

“because mommy hates grandpa, isn’t that right?” -hank

“okay, i think that’s enough of this visit. come on, y/n, time to go” -hope

your mom was very supportive of you, nonetheless

she wanted to be different from her dad

so she showed up to EVERYTHING

birthdays, sick days, tucking you in for bed, parent-teacher conferences, art shows, you name it

“here’s some tea, jellybelly. it’ll make your throat feel better” -hope

“mom, i think i’m dying” -you

“you’ll be fine” -hope, givin’ u a kiss on the forehead

life wasn’t like, extra crazy or anything. sometimes she’d bring you to work and honestly? darren cross didn’t seem like the worst guy. he even brought you whatever you might need if your mom was staying late at work

“hey, van dyne junior! i brought you a puzzle that might keep you busy for a while...and a happy meal from mcdonalds! let me know if you need anything else, me and your mom will just be in the lab for a little while” -darren

“thank you!!!” -you

uh huh, ur mom taught u manners!

anyways you started spending more time with your grandpa cuz they had a plan

thats when you found out that his “turning small” stories were not, in fact, bullshit

“wait grandpa...you actually did shrink as small as an ant?” -you

“why would i lie?” -hank

okay well cue you wanting to shrink down to ant size now it was your new aspiration

you did learn how to command ants tho!!!!!!

but unfortunately (or not so unfortunately) hank brought scott to the party

“hi!” -you, waking scott up

“what?!” -scott, jumping back against the headboard

“hi.” -you, staring at him “im y/n. these are my ants”

bullet ants were just crawlin around the place

“oh, that’s....that’s cool. any chance you could tell me where i am or how i got here” -scott

“wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy” -you, leaving abruptly

“are you bothering our guest?” -hope, watching you proudly nod “good job, jellybelly”

mom taught u how to punch 🥰🥰🥰

and let you use scott as a punching bag

but scott wasn’t like awful or anything he was just insufferable at times

“i think you’d like my daughter cassie. she’s weird and smart just like you” -scott

“did you just call me weird? mom, can i punch him again?” -you

“no no no! i meant weird in a good way! please dont hurt me anymore!” -scott

chasing him around the yard ready to ATTACK

hank had to tell u to cut it out

“dont tell them what to do” -hope

“someone has to” -hank

“excuse me? i parent y/n just fine, better than you ever did for me!” -hope

“do they do this often?” -scott

“every time they see each other but that’s not very much” -you

“hm...hey, do you like ice cream? specifically baskin robbins?” -scott

ur mom said “we do not associate with idiots ❤️” and then proceeded to associate with said idiots

scott did end up saving u from darren tho bc that mf tried to hold u hostage and scott was really not in the mood for that bullshit

“you alright, y/n?” -scott

“murder is okay, right?” -you

after that whole ordeal he and your mom were kinda a thing uh huh

and he introduced you to cassie!!! she was amazingly sweet and you could def see the family resemblance

“is this my new sibling?! i’ve always wanted one!” -cassie

“hey, me too!” -you

you hung out with her on a weekly basis, with or without scott

and mom and grandpa were working on a ✨special project✨

one you insisted on being apart of

“no, y/n, we can’t make you your own suit. you’re too young for this sort of thing” -hope

“pleaaaaase mom? i swear i’ll he responsible with it!” -you

“you’re mother is right, y/n. you’re just not ready yet. maybe someday, but not anytime soon” -hank

scott took you on family bowling trips yes he did

and just corny stepdad shit

but he went to germany and mom and him broke up and FF to two years later when you guys had finally reunited

“scott!! you asshole!!” -you, like this -> :)

“kiddo!! sorry to hear that!!” -scott, same energy

shading him the whole time

“ach mein gott” -you

“are you kidding me, y/n? i make one mistake. ONE” -scott

“you’re one mistake has caused me to live in MINIATURE HOMES” -you

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD THING” -scott

“WELL IT’S NOT” -you

“did you at least miss me?” -scott

“sicher habe ich” -you

“god dammit” -scott

surprise!! u kind of had a suit (for emergencies)

as a van dyne/pym, it was almost a necessity to know how to use pym particles

scott acted like a proud dad

“wow, you’re really doing it!!!” -scott

“halt die klappe” -you

“please stop” -scott, tearing up

finding out about ✨grandma✨

she possessed scott and touched ur face and told you that she was so excited to meet you but you didn’t know wtf was going on and you had the urge to smack scott but THANKFULLY you did not

“i have to meet her for real! let me help you guys!” -you

“okay” -hope

“what? really?” -you

“it’s about time we put your genius to good use” -hope

scott offered you a high five for that and u literally accepted it

“don’t get too happy, that was just an in-the-moment thing” -you, watching scott’s eyebrow raise “fine. you can have a hug”

okay okay well everything went okay and then half the world ~vanished~ including ur whole family but like cassie and her family took you in and you spent five years very alone and upset until one day cassie called you downstairs and whoopdedoo???? scott???????

“is my mom with you?” -you

“sorry, sport, she’s not...do you have your suit with you? we need to go on some...hero business” -scott

you missed scott a lot over the past 5 years, this really did cheer you up, even if it was just him

“how’ve you been holding up the past few years” -scott

“the world sucks, man” -you

“i can see that” -scott

he turned on some tunes for the two of you to enjoy otw to the avengers hq and it was probably the best memory you created since everyone disappeared

“wait, reach into the glove box” -scott

“oh, god, i hope there’s no rodents in here...” -you, reaching for a picture “is this..?”

“family photo!! you were little back then, i can’t believe how time flies. i mean, it flew really quick for me, the quantum realm is no joke” -scott

you were busy staring at the picture of your mom, you really missed her

busy ~saving the world~

and going to 2012 with scott

“hey uh just so you know, i might be able to make pym particles” -you

“‘might?’ and if we use faulty pym particles we ‘might’ die. would you like that?” -tony

“hey, back off, stark. they’re just trying to help” -scott

next thing u know ur in present day and THEN u actually got to hold the scepter bc scott let u

“im gonna stab you!!” -you

“no!!!” -scott

the other avengers, literally mourning natasha while you chase him around with a sharp weapon: 😧

okay after the place was destroyed u got to face mr. purple man and yo mama showed back up and saw you on the front lines

“y/n????” -hope

“mom????” -you

“scott!!!!” -scott

“really, scott? a shrek reference? now?” -you “...nice”

the reunion with your mom was short and sweet but you missed her forehead kisses and she gave you one immediately!!!! and she was crying but you were too bc damn

“listen, after this, we’re gonna have such a fun family night. i’m so sorry i couldn’t be there for you all this time” -hope

“mom, it wasn’t your fault...it was that purple bastard, let’s get him!” -you

“they grow up so fast...” -hope

i n s e c t f a m

insect fam killed it out there and then ✨attended tony’s funeral✨ together right after

that’s one solid family 😌💖

anyways time to celebrate a (halfway) return to normalcy

with your *sister* cassie and your mom and your...scott

you were just happy to all be together again, it’s been WAY too long

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[satendou]

⟼  the symbol for love

⟼ the language of flowers | next

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⇢ pairing: akaashi/reader

⇢ au: florist!akaashi, college!au

⇢ summary:  akaashi’s love language is that of flowers

⇥  masterlist

⇢  warnings: mutual pining, flowers, soft smut

⇢  word count: 8.3k

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⇢  a/n: okay full disclosure, this fic only exists bc @keijiskitten​ sent in a picture of akaashi surrounded by flowers at the same time that i was talking about a roommate au. we talked more about it and she suggested confessing via flowers and i went overboard with it. this is another one i’m rather fond of and was written mostly with her in mind. so thank her for the idea!

It started off with heather, hyacinths, and jasmine.

Opening the door to the apartment you had been sharing with one Akaashi Keiji for the last seven months, you were hit with the delicate bouquet of fresh flowers, purple and blue and white, all artfully arranged in a vase on the coffee table. 

“Ah, those are so pretty, Akaashi,” you murmured to the man reading a book on the couch. It was a battered copy of 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne and he was already halfway through it. The TV played a black and white movie, the volume turned so low you could hear only the soft crackle of sound playing through the speakers. “What are they?”

Occupied with taking off your shoes, you missed the faint pink dust that crept over his cheeks at your praise. By the time you turned back around, it had disappeared. He had closed the book and pulled the vase closer to him, slender fingers pulling three different stems out of the container and laying them across his palm.

“Heather,” he said, handing you the purple flower. “Jasmine.” The white one was handed to you. “And lastly, hyacinths.” The final blue flower was handed over, and you held them to your nose, inhaling deeply. Your eyes fluttered and a soft smile crossed your lips as you looked over them at him.

“And what do these mean?” you asked, a teasing edge to your voice. Akaashi was both a book and flower lover, so you knew that there were meanings behind the bouquet, right down to the number of flowers. “They smell so sweet.”

Akaashi chuckled at that. He always loved your reactions to his arrangements. They were so pure and genuine, like the flowers he handled on a daily basis, and oh so fragile. Over the course of the last few months, he had picked up on your habits and emotions, noting each time you felt anxious you would pick at the skin of your lips and run your fingers through your hair, or how when you were feeling extra tired you would just throw your hair up in a messy bun or a ponytail and go about your business. His favorite by far though was when you were relaxed and at ease-- when your face would soften, your eyes would brighten, and you would look at him with a smile that squeezed his heart.

“They were for a customer today and I just liked the arrangement,” he answered, and the lie tumbled from his lips with such ease that it almost scared him. “But they mean beauty and solitude, love, and playful and sincere.” He pointed out each flower as he spoke its meaning, in the order that he had handed them to you, resisting the urge to graze his fingers across your knuckles.

He caught the flustered glint in your eyes as you stared at them and smiled in response. That was the look he adored and he worked his hardest to bring it out as often as possible, especially lately. Finals were coming up and he had never seen you more stressed and harried, staying out and up late studying or finishing assignments. The bags under your eyes caused him some concern, and he did his best to help you with things, but with a flower shop to run it wasn’t easy.

“Did you have any plans tonight? We could order in, if you want,” he offered, and hoped that the desire was well hidden from his voice. It was the weekend, and usually you spent Friday nights with your friends. That didn’t stop him from asking, though.

“Oh I’m sorry, I have a group project I have to work on,” you answered, and handed back the flowers that were still clasped in your hands. “I only came home to change and then I’m leaving.”

His heart fell, but he managed to keep his face straight. “Oh okay. I’ll see you later?”

“Uh, well I don’t know how late I’ll be, so don’t wait up,” you answered, your face the embodiment of apologetic. You wanted so badly to take him up on it, to get a break from the grueling hours of endless work, but the project needed to be handed in on Monday and no one wanted to be working on it all weekend-- not when there was studying and other assignments to be completed.

He could see the weariness on your face and took your hand in his, feeling his heart stutter when you squeezed back. Giving you a small smile, he said, “You can do this. Just a few more weeks and you’ll have a break. Just hang in there.”

“I know,” you said as you moved away from him, walking down the hall towards your bedroom. “Thank you for supporting me, ‘Kaashi. It means a lot.”

Then you were out of sight, the bedroom door closing with a soft click behind you and Akaashi was left staring at the flowers that spelled out all of the emotions he himself couldn’t express.

--

Two weeks later, you came into the apartment after a day full of nothing but stressful exams and irritable professors. On top of that, your thesis topic had been denied and you were more than a little anxious about trying to find a new one.

As observant as ever, Akaashi picked up on your mood the moment you texted him and frowned, looking at the bouquet he was currently working on. It was massive, standing taller than him and bursting with colors of all sorts. All of them symbolized love, cherishment, and a hope for the future. It was the final order for a wedding but he couldn’t care less about it all of a sudden.

Sending you a short message back, he returned to it, eyebrows now furrowed in concentration over on a different train of thought. Wracking his brain as best he could, he finished the arrangement up and called one of his employees to take it to the back, where it would be loaded up and taken to the venue. 

He helped put up the flowers on display in the coolers and then shooed the others out of the shop, flipping the sign on the door to ‘closed’. Moving into the back of the now empty shop, he pondered the flowers in stock, pinching delicate petals between his fingers as he went over the meanings for each.

Love, good health, solitude, remembrance-- it was easy for him to recall each, and he smiled as he landed on the ones he wanted. With a grace and quickness honed by years of practice, he put a small bouquet together, hoping that this small token would bring you some comfort.

And if that didn’t work, takeout from your favorite place probably would.

--

The door opened two hours after you had first texted Akaashi telling him your bad news. The response you had received had been lackluster, further souring your mood, and you were currently sprawled out on the couch moping with a mug of his tea.

Raising your brow at the way he held his hand behind his back, you took the bag he offered, instantly recognizing your favorite smells wafting from it. Your stomach grumbled, and you offered him a repentant smile because you knew he now knew you had neglected to eat that day.

Instead of saying anything about it, he just frowned before showing you what was behind his back, setting it on the table beside the bag, and your face lit up.

Pink, purple, and white seemed to pop in comparison to the rest of the room, vibrant and fresh, and you reached out, pulling one of each flower from the vase. The food sat forgotten on the table for the time being as you inhaled the blooms’ scents before offering them to him.

“Well, what are they and what do they mean?” you asked, and he chuckled at the enthusiasm written across your face. Over the last few weeks, it had become something of a ritual for him to bring home a few flowers for you, laying them on the coffee table for you to find when you got home from a late night study session or handing them to you as he left for work in the morning. 

It was hard not to appreciate how invested you seemed to be in it, and he tried hard not to read too much into it. That was far easier said than done though, especially when your eyes lit up with wonder and happiness, looking first at the flower and then at him. It was the biggest reason he did it, but it left him feeling empty in some ways, wondering if you would look at him the same way if he didn’t bring them to you.

Still, he wouldn’t stop-- even that little bit of attention meant something to him, so he took the flowers you now offered from your hands and spun the purple one between his slender fingers. 

“Violets mean peace, or in this case relaxation,” he said, and immediately caught the understanding dawning on your face. By the time he explained the meaning behind the peonies-- good fortune or luck-- it had morphed into something so unbearably soft that his insides twisted into knots that would never come undone. 

“And the jasmines mean-- love,” you said, and your expression morphed into confusion as you took them back from him.

“W-Well, in this case they’re just for optimism and good fortune. I guess a different flower would have been better--”

--but any other wouldn’t have meant the same thing.

He cursed himself for being so obvious and swallowed nervously, waiting for your response. In another situation, he might have said the look that flashed across your pensive face was disappointment, but he was sure he was just deluding himself. 

And sure enough, your lips curled up into your usual smile as you thanked him for the flowers, support, and, most importantly, food.

The relief was tempered by disappointment that you accepted his lie so easily before he launched into a lecture about how you should take better care of yourself and threatened to come to the campus and drag you off to lunch himself if he had to. The living room was filled with banter while you ate, suggesting maybe you wouldn’t mind him coming and kidnapping you for lunch if he would take you to your favorite restaurant. Of course he promised he would because that just meant he’d get to spend even more time with you and you didn’t look the least bit unhappy with the development. He tried to ignore the nervous fluttering in his stomach as you planned to meet at the restaurant around one.

That night, you stayed in with him watching old movies that he knew you didn’t like, sharing a blanket thrown across your legs, but he appreciated the way you kept picking them anyway. The flowers were moved to the kitchen counter, illuminated by the overhead light, and more than once he caught you looking at them with a soft, wistful sort of smile.

--

The first lunch date was followed by several more over the coming weeks, whenever the gap in your schedule coincided with his lunch break. Of course, he could take lunch whenever he wanted, being the owner, but Akaashi was nothing if not a courteous boss and chose not to do that to his employees.

Today you were running late, and your order had just arrived when you flung yourself into your seat, out of breath and grinning maniacally. It was the look you usually wore when something had both gone your way and was going to surprise him and it didn’t fail this time either.

“I got a fucking S, ‘Kaashi!” you said, slamming the paper down on the table between you. His eyes widened and you practically glowed at the stunned expression. It made his blue eyes sparkle, and when he looked up at you there was such pride in them that your heart skipped a beat.

“_____, that’s amazing,” he said, picking up the paper to examine it. It was littered with your handwriting, each answer meticulously thought out and he could even see some of his influence in your answers-- certain things worded certain ways or words he had said repeated in ink. There was something about knowing you listened to his advice that closely that made him anxious, and he couldn’t decide if it was in a good way or a bad way. “I’m so proud of you.”

This test had been weighing heavy on you for a month, and most of your focus was on passing it, since it was your worst subject. It was too important to fail, and you had stayed up late into the night working on your problem areas, with Akaashi coming in clutch with advice and explanations-- and coffee-- when you needed it.

A flood of adoration swept through you as you stared at your pretty roommate. He was the picture of calm, a gentle smile on his face as he gazed back at you, grey-blue eyes narrow with what you guessed was contentment.

Suddenly, this felt a lot less platonic than it had originally, and you tucked your hair behind your ear as you cleared your throat. You couldn’t go down that line of thinking, it would only lead to disappointment. No way was this gorgeous man interested in a stressed out, exhausted, anxious mess of a college student and you wouldn’t let yourself get your hopes up. 

“A lot of it was because of you, you know,” you said, schooling your expression into what you hoped was grateful and not at all nervous. He didn’t react other than a widening of his smile and a curious quirk of his eyebrow, so you assumed you had managed it. “I mean it. You explain things so well, it’s easy to understand. And you’re patient, even though you had to explain things to me like a hundred times. I would definitely have failed without you.”

His eyes widened again in surprise, his lips parting as if to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, he looked contemplative, a myriad of emotions swimming through his eyes but you couldn’t pick out any one in particular. At the end though, you thought there might have been something akin to melancholy as he looked down at his yet untouched food, tea long since gone cold.

Before you could ponder that, his expression settled back into the placid calm you were accustomed to and he said, “No, I think you could have done it. You put so much effort into studying, I thought you were going to pass out mid-exam. How many do you have left now?”

The conversation veered off into the rest of your exams and plans for the break in a week’s time-- of which you were unsure, since you had a few offers for vacations and trips-- as you ate.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur of papers, pens, and faces, and you were relieved to finally unlock the door to your apartment. Akaashi had texted you earlier saying he was going to be out late and you had slumped in disappointment, already wondering what you were going to do all alone that night.

But when you opened the door, you perked back up almost immediately.

Sitting on the coffee table was the vase, containing an iris, a yellow rose, and another white jasmine. In it was a note written in perfect, crisp cursive--

‘Blue Iris--faith. Yellow rose-- congratulations. I always knew you could do it, _____.’

For some reason, you couldn’t stop from plucking the jasmine.

--

Finals flew by in what felt like a whirlwind of late nights, coffee, and ink smudges. Every day brought tests, but every evening brought you a new flower and you were running out of space for them. 

Irises, yellow roses, red mums, tiger lilies, and peonies were taking up every ounce of excess space you had and your room smelled like a garden. You couldn’t be happier, either. Akaashi seemed to have a sixth sense for what you needed on any given day and you always looked forward to getting home.

On the final day of your exams there was another round of irises, roses, and jasmines waiting for you, and as you twisted the stem of the white flower between your fingers, you were tempted to ask why this particular flower always found its way into his bouquets. But a bigger part of you didn’t want to know, wanted to let it remain a sweet mystery in case he decided to stop. You knew why you wanted to let it be-- you were afraid that asking would lead to an answer you didn’t want, and the hope you harbored was a pleasant pain.

“So,” Akaashi asked, breaking your pondering, “have you decided what you’re doing for the break?” You were staring far too hard at the fresh white jasmine and jumped when he spoke, making him chuckle. 

You hummed in response, tucking the flower back into the vase on the counter and then looked over to him, perched on the stool beside yours. There was a book, another Jules Verne novel, sitting in front of him, a bookmark hanging out of the top. Resting your head on your arms, you said, “Yeah. A few of my friends decided to go to the beach, so I’m gonna go with them. I’ll be gone for a few days.”

“You don’t sound too happy about that,” he said, mimicking you. The air conditioner clicked on overhead and you shrugged. He tried to ignore the dull throbbing of his heart, wishing he could go with you. But not only had you not invited him, he also had no one to watch the store for him. “Do you not want to go?”

“It isn’t that,” you answered, but it was sort of a lie. You did want to go, to relax and have some fun, and you deserved that. But then why did you feel sad that you were leaving? You already knew, as you and Akaashi stared at each other, that it was him. Even for just a few days, you would miss him terribly, and he wasn’t even yours to miss. Sad, really, how pathetic you felt. “I just...I don’t know. There’s gonna be so many people and it’s gonna be loud and I just want to relax.”

“Then tell them you don’t want to go.” It was selfish, but he couldn’t stop the words from spilling out. It managed to draw a grin out of you, even though you still shook your head.

“I’ve already committed. And besides, it’s only for a few days. Then I’ll come back and not do anything for the next week,” you said, and Akaashi chuckled. 

“Well,” he said as he sat up, and you automatically followed suit, “we should eat so you can pack, since I’m sure you haven’t even started.”

Groaning, you hid your face in your hands, but you couldn’t help the smile. “Don’t call me out. I’ve been doing everything perfectly for the last month, I deserve to slack off a little.”

Akaashi was already scrolling through DoorDash on his phone and laughed again. “Of course you do, but don’t complain to me about it when you’re up at 5am packing.”

“Oh, I will. Because you’ll already be up anyway. I don’t know how you do it,” you said, staring at the flowers once more. You didn’t even bother to ask Akaashi what he was ordering because he knew you like the back of his hand, and whatever he got would be something you liked. 

He hummed in response, placing his order before looking at you. “Wanna watch a movie? Unless you have something else planned?”

But you shook your head and his heart fluttered. 

“Nah, a movie sounds great.”

--

It was only a week, he kept telling himself. And yet he missed you to the point he was almost moping. The apartment still smelled of all the flowers he had filled it with over the last few weeks, but it was fading fast without you to bring new ones home too. He shook his head at his ridiculous train of thought. It wasn’t like you were gone forever, you were still coming home in just a few days.

And he wasn’t sure if it helped that you were constantly blowing up his phone. Pictures and videos of tidepools, fish in the aquarium you had visited, sunsets on the water, and meals with your friends flooded his inbox and he eagerly scanned each one, drinking in your content smile.

But even through a picture, he could see something was missing from it. He knew you too well and looked way too hard not to notice, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. At least until one video in particular of you in what he recognized as a botanical garden-- the high, domed ceiling made of glass and the condensation obscuring his view of the sky, not to mention the plants literally everywhere gave it away. You were staring down at a box full of white flowers, but were too far away for him to recognize them until whoever was holding the camera got closer.

A male voice called out to you, amused and maybe a little condescending if Akaashi had to say so, asking, “Hey, _____, watcha lookin’ at?”

You visibly jumped in the frame and cast your friend a nervous smile before it cleared up, and in that moment the something Akaashi hadn’t seen in any other picture showed up, just before you reached out and grazed one of the dewy white petals.

Jasmine, he thought, at the same time that you said it. Heat rushed from his ears down to his toes and back up as he recognized the adoration and unadulterated happiness in your smile, and not even the camera-wielder’s derisive laugh could quell the feeling.

“You and your plants. Well, what’s this one mean then?”

If you noticed the tone, you didn’t show it, only standing up straight and putting your finger up in the air as if giving him a lesson as you said, “Jasmine stands for optimism, good fortune, and positive energy. And--”

Love, Akaashi thought, once again at the same time you said it, and he had to sit down at the counter as his nerves got the best of him. He couldn’t take it, the way you stared into the camera with a sharp, knowing look, like you were piercing right into his soul. If his game was given away, then so be it, he was going to confess properly instead of hiding behind his flowers.

Your friend laughed again, and this time Akaashi could see the way you flinched and rolled your eyes, walking away as he mocked you.

“Sure, sure. You really believe in that? Sounds corny if you ask me,” he said, voice crackly through the speaker as the sprinklers came on. He cursed and the video quickly cut out afterwards, probably to protect it from water damage.

Akaashi rewatched that video three more times before finally sending you a text telling you he was flattered that you remembered so much of his ramblings. Laughing, he set his phone down and carded his fingers through his hair, hiding his face in his arms as he thought about what he was planning to do and the ramifications. Was there any way he could salvage it if you rejected him? Was it even worth the risk right now?

There was no answer to his anxious questions, so he did what he always did when he needed something to occupy his mind-- he arranged flowers.

A couple of hours later, your phone pinged with a new alert, and you swiped it open absently as you sipped at a pina colada, almost choking on it when the picture loaded.

Pink, white, and blue all mixed together in an explosion of color on what you guessed was his workbench at the shop. It was one of his most elegant bouquets yet, at least as far as you were concerned, and your curiosity was white hot as you texted him.

‘what are they, kaashi? what do they mean?’

You waited impatiently for him to answer, but he never did, not even reading it. You were a flurry of nerves all that night, warring between calling him, texting him, and just leaving it be. So distracted were you that you lost count of how many drinks you’d had, until you and the rest of your friends were so far gone the bartender cut you off and you made your way up to your rooms to pass out.

You had never been happier to be going home than you were that morning, hungover and still without an answer from your roommate.

--

Unfortunately, you made a mistake on the drive home. Still distracted by your anxious energy, you scrolled through your phone, liking and commenting on things absently while you listened to your friends chatter in the backseat.

Suddenly, a hand was on your shoulder and a rough voice was in your ear, asking “Do you want to go, _____?”

Not thinking much of it, you agreed, checking your texts again just to see if he’d even read the few you’d sent-- nothing, and you went from worried to hurt. Why had he sent you that picture and then just ignored you afterwards? He was still active on Twitter and Instagram, so you knew he hadn’t fallen off his step stool at the shop. What was his deal?

Your apartment building came into view at last, and your heart picked up speed. It was the weekend, he should be home at this hour. What was he going to say? Or do? You had never been so nervous to get home-- or go home-- as you were just then, but a hand on your wrist stopped you.

Looking to your friend, Eiji, you found him looking at you expectantly. 

“I’ll wait for you here, alright? Don’t keep me waiting,” he said, and laughed at the puzzled expression on your face. “You forget already, _____? You agreed to a date. But I figured you’d want to change before we went so…”

“Oh, uh, right,” you said, wracking your brain for when the hell you had agreed to that. His question from earlier drifted through your thoughts, and you could have smacked yourself for being so oblivious. It felt rude to just...change your mind right then, so you braced yourself to suffer through the date. Eiji was nice enough, if not a little pretentious. Nothing like Akaashi-- 

But you decided not to go down that path.

Grabbing your bag from the trunk, you raced up the steps to the apartment as fast as you could, missing the lock at least twice with how bad your hands were shaking. Flinging the door open, you startled Akaashi, who was sitting on the couch staring at yet another bouquet of flowers.

You stood staring at him, and him back at you, with wide, nervous eyes, neither of you saying anything for a moment, until--

“Welcome home.”

The irritation that had been building all day simmered over as you realized he had actually been ignoring you for no good reason, and then had the audacity to act like everything was fine.

“Hey.”

He didn’t miss the cool edge to your greeting as you wandered towards your room with your bag, sparing the vase on the table the smallest glance. The door closed behind you and you dropped your bag beside the closet, trying to ignore the anger and hurt flowing through you. Your head was starting to hurt again and you really just wanted to lay down for a nap, but your phone dinged, lighting up with Eiji’s name, asking how much longer you were going to be.

Ignoring the temptation to cancel-- you really didn’t want to be rude-- you hurriedly changed into something more appropriate and combed through your hair. Scrunching your nose, you winced at the sunburn you could feel covering your face, wondering how you had gotten it even with your religious use of sunscreen.

Akaashi was still sitting on the couch, the book he had been reading closed on his lap as he stared at the bouquet on the table. When you came into the living room, he perked up, a nervous smile coming onto his face.

“Hey, I wanted to talk-- Are you going somewhere?” He had just realized you had changed into a new outfit and there was a restless energy in the way you checked your phone. You had just gotten home, but you were already ready to leave again. 

There was irritation on your face as you glanced up from your phone, and he was unable to tell if it was directed at him or whoever was texting you, but it morphed quickly into apologetic as you sighed. “Yeah, sorry. I’ve got a date. I’ll be back in a bit. We can talk then?”

You didn’t sound too happy about that, and Akaashi definitely wasn’t, but his words stuck in his throat. A date. Jealousy bubbled viciously in his stomach, oozing into his heart and up his throat, and he jerked his head once, willing the tide to stem until you had left. It was his own fault, after all, for waiting so long to ask and then ignoring you for a day.

He was such a coward.

Staring at your phone again, you missed the pinched narrowing of his eyes and headed towards the door, waving goodbye before closing it behind you.

--

It was only an hour or two later-- you weren’t totally sure, since you weren’t even sure when you had gotten home and abruptly left again-- that you were dragging your sore feet up the steps to the apartment again. The date had gone horribly wrong, right from the start.

Differences of opinion, differences of interests, his disinterest in listening to you talk about anything you were interested in, it seemed like the two of you just couldn’t sync up to have an actual conversation.

Not to mention how you kept inadvertently comparing him to Akaashi, from the way he spoke to you to the way he spoke of other people, right down to the way he ate, for fuck’s sake. You had it bad, and the date was a terrible idea.

When you stepped into the apartment it was quiet and mostly dark, only the lamp on the side table on, and you wondered if Akaashi had either left or gone to bed.

The vase still sat on the table, illuminated in the soft yellow light, and you recognized red roses, tulips, carnations, and the ever present jasmine. Closing the door behind you with a soft click, you kicked off your shoes before sitting on the couch. As ever, the arrangement was flawless, all the flowers mixed together with perfect balance, and you burst into tears. 

It was too obvious, now that you thought about it.

Almost two months of flowers, at least one everyday, a bouquet for every milestone or when you were feeling down, his strange text yesterday and how he wanted to talk to you today-- you really were an idiot.

And then you get home and tell him you have a date-- it must have felt like a slap to the face, and the sick queasiness in your stomach was no less than you deserved for doing that to him, for being so blind.

As quiet as you tried to be, you must still have made too much noise-- that or he wasn’t asleep in the first place-- because there was a weight on the couch beside you and an arm around your shoulder.

Soft words you couldn’t comprehend were whispered into your ear, that same arm pulling you close into his chest, where it was joined by the other one around your back. The tears continued to fall, wetting his shirt, your fingers wrinkling it where they twisted in, and he held you until you finally quieted.

“What’s going on, _____? Did your date hurt you?” he asked and, now that you were calm enough to listen, you could hear the panic and worry in his words. 

Taking deep, gulping breaths to steady yourself, you shook your head. “No, nothing like that, I-- ‘Kaashi, I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have agreed to that stupid date, he was such a jerk and all I could think about was you and then I came home and saw the flowers and I realized--”

He shifted against you, petting your hair as you stumbled over your words. He could hear the unshed tears building up again and rushed to soothe you before they could spill over. “Woah, hey, slow down. Why were you thinking of me on your date?”

You paused to look up at him, tan skin and blue eyes backlit by the lamp, face twisted in confusion and you had the insane urge to laugh. He was so beautiful it was unfair, how could he ever want a stressed out mess like you?

“I think I love you, Akaashi,” you whispered, and then dropped your eyes down to his chest, unable to stand the fear of rejection. 

A soft hand cupped your cheek, thumb sliding across your cheekbone before tilting your head up to face him again. 

His nose brushed yours and you swore your heart stopped, a soft noise leaving the back of your throat as he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, you closed the distance, grazing his lips in what could barely be called a kiss and only left you aching for more. He delivered, slanting his lips across yours, molding them together and your head spun with a mixture of relief and desire. The scent of the flowers on the table mingled with the smell that always came off of him, a heady perfume of hundreds of different flowers that you couldn’t get enough of. It clung to his skin, his clothes, and now you, and you allowed your hands to run over his shoulders and up the back of his neck, threading into the curls at the nape of his neck.

By the time you parted, you had crawled into his lap, knees on either side of his hips, and followed that up with several small kisses afterwards. His hands found their way up your shirt, stroking along your spine and squeezing your side as you rested your forehead against his.

“You’ve been telling me all this time, haven’t you?” you asked, barely a whisper, and he chuckled breathlessly in response.

“Yeah. I guess it was too subtle,” he answered, and then kissed you again. He couldn’t get enough, not after he had waited so long to taste you. His palms smoothed up your back, just beneath the strap of your bra, and you shivered in his hold. “I can show you now, if you want?”

You shivered at the warm promise in his words and nodded. “Please, ‘Kaashi.”

He hummed in response, leading a trail of kisses across your cheek to just beneath your ear. Nimble fingers unclasped your bra beneath your shirt, and then came back down to grip your thighs. With a strength you hadn’t expected, he hoisted you up from the couch, carrying you down the hall and kicking open his door. 

You had been in his room countless times before, but it took on a different view when you were laid on your back on his bed, surrounded by a dark grey blanket with him hovering over you. He was stripping out of his shirt, and you licked your lips at each inch of skin that was exposed. His muscles rippled as he pulled it over his head, revealing his lean chest, flushed as red as his cheeks as he caught you staring.

“What is it?” he asked as he propped himself up over you. He was still standing, your legs hanging off the side of the bed and he nudged them open, slotting himself between your thighs. Your expression was that of a deer in headlights as you looked from his face down to the bulge in his shorts, settled right against the crotch of your jeans. 

“You’re just-- so pretty, Akaashi,” you whispered, trailing the fingers of one hand down his throat and chest, watching the muscles on his stomach jump and flex. Your head was still spinning with all this new information, but you weren’t about to let it overwhelm you. Wrapping your other arm around his neck, you pulled him down for another searing kiss, his lips turning up against yours.

When he pulled back, he was blushing, but there was a steely, mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Not as pretty as you, kitten. I think these clothes need to go. I want to feel you,” he said, tugging your shirt over your head. You sat up to help him and followed that by throwing your bra to the floor beside him, and he groaned. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Palming your breasts in his hands, he pinched your nipples between his fingers, feeling you shiver beneath him. Your back arched, begging him silently for more, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. You looked so good, sprawled out beneath him, eyes wide and pupils blown out, lips parted in pleasure. His cock ached at the sight, and he gave into the temptation to grind his hips into yours, eliciting a quiet gasp from you.

Fingers wrapped around the hard muscle of his bicep. “Akaashi, please.”

“Keiji. Say it,” he commanded even as his fingers trailed down from your breasts to your stomach. He smiled when you giggled but didn’t prolong it, instead flicking the button of your jeans open. They were tugged roughly down your legs and discarded, and then he was tracing the outside of your panties, watching you squirm.

Your lips parted as he ghosted his fingers over your clit, panties already dampe under his touch. “Kei-ji, touch me, please,” you whined, fingers digging into the blanket.

“Whatever you need, kitten. I’ve got you,” he said, pulling the gusset of your panties aside. You were already so slick, and you moaned when the pads of his fingers rubbed over your folds. The heel of his hand grazed your clit and you were desperate for more. “You’re so beautiful, _____. So wet for me.”

You nodded in agreement, tears of frustration beginning to sting your eyes, and you called his name when he finally sunk one long, slender finger into your tight heat. You clenched around him as his thumb found your clit, pumping in and out of you. A second finger soon joined the first, his heated eyes locked on your slick covering his palm and the way your pussy seemed to suck them back in hungrily. A mess of moans and his name fell from your lips, accentuated by the thrust of your hips as you seeked out more of his touch.

With a groan he sank to his knees, letting his tongue replace his thumb and he swore he’d never tasted anything sweeter on his tongue.

“God, princess, you taste so good,” he groaned against your clit, and you spasmed around him at the sensation. His fingers were long enough that you could feel him toy with your cervix on every thrust, and your toes curled when he grazed over the spongy spot on your walls. “Need you to cum on my fingers, okay? Then I can fill up this pretty pussy.”

You gasped at his words, not expecting anything that filthy from your soft spoken roommate. That coupled with the mental image of him sliding his cock into you drove you right over the precipice of your orgasm.

He moaned, feeling your walls clamp down on his fingers, and his cock twitched.

When he stood up, he drank in the sight of your heaving chest and spread legs, pussy glistening. Arousal and contentment flooded his system, purely happy that he finally had you laying before him as he’d dreamt so many times before, and he let his shorts drop to the floor.

Your jaw dropped as he pumped his shaft a few times, smearing the precum already leaking down his thick shaft. It was a good thing he had prepared you, but the thought of having to stretch to take him was equally tempting. The slick sounds made you squirm, wanting to be filled and stretched. You locked your ankles around his thighs, earning a chuckle.

“Patience, kitten. Slide up the bed,” he said, watching you move backwards until you were laying in the center.

The bed dipped under his weight and he crawled over you, shoving his knees beneath your thighs. Hoisting your legs up to lock around his hips, he let his cock settle against your folds. You shuddered when he slid across your still sensitive clit, whining low in your throat.

“Too sensitive, kitten? Want to stop?” he teased, and laughed at the look of panic that flashed across your face. You shook your head frantically, legs tightening around him, and he soothed you by cupping your cheek. “Me either. I’m gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl.”

There was a promise in his eyes, and you were still trying to connect the Akaashi you knew with this one, the one that was cajoling and teasing and making you ache with a need to be filled with his thick cock.

“Please, Keiji,” you murmured, laying your hand atop his and nuzzling against his palm. “I want you inside me. Wanted you for so long, please don’t tease.”

He smiled in response, guiding himself to your entrance and you moaned as the head of his cock slipped in and you accidentally clenched around him when you thought of having all of him. A hiss filled your ears and he thrust the rest of the way in, your cunt parting around him like it was made for him.

“Goddammit, you’re so tight,” he cursed, trying to control the temptation to rock his hips. You were trembling underneath him, and he braced himself up on his elbows, resting his forehead against yours. “Need you to squeeze around me again, pretty girl. Please*.”

You earned a gasp when you did, his hips jerking down into you, his pubic bone grinding your clit and you mewled his name.

“K-Keiji, a-ah, that feels so good,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes. Your legs tightened around him, keeping him in place as he rocked into you in short, shallow thrusts. 

“Good girl. You feel so good, kitten. So tight and wet. God.” His voice was low and gravelly, eyes shut tight as he fisted the blankets by your head. He kept up that steady pace, pulling out more and more with each thrust until he was pistoning into you. The wet slap of his hips against yours filled the room, mingling with your moans and cries of his name. Each thrust hit every sweet spot, the curls at the base of his cock tickling your clit, driving you quickly towards your end again. Your nails dug into biceps as your hips rose to meet his, and when he opened his eyes he found you staring at him with open love and lust.

His lips crashed against yours, forcing you to swallow the loud groan that he uttered when he slowed and circled his hips, forcing his cock even deeper into your tight cunt. Your back arched, forcing your chest against his, and his fingers tangled in your hair.

“Need you to cum for me, kitten,” he whispered against your lips, repeating that same circling motion. The way he rubbed your clit and ground into your cervix flung you over the edge with a wail of his name. You squeezed so tight around him that his hips jerked and he found himself cumming, painting your insides white, unable to pull away because your legs were still locked around him. “*Shit, goddammit*.”

He let his head fall to the bed beside you, sliding his arms up until he was pressed flush against you. Breathing shakily, you let your hands roam his back, spreading the sweat that had built up. Your hips were starting to hurt and Akaashi noticed them shaking and sat up, pulling out of you so he could put your legs down.

“Akaashi, I--” you started to say, but he cupped your cheek and covered your lips with his thumb, cutting you off.

“It’s still Keiji, pretty girl. And I think we can talk about this in the bath,” he said, helping you up and off the bed.

After the bath was drawn and you were settled comfortably against his chest, drawing random patterns on his skin, he let you speak.

“What’re we gonna do now, Keiji? We already live together, I guess. Nothing’s going to change, right?” you asked, watching drops of water roll down his skin. He was so warm and you found yourself wanting to fall asleep, you were so comfortable.

His soft fingers were trailing up and down your back, his arm resting on the side of the tub, and he hummed thoughtfully before saying, “Well, I’d like to date you, if that’s acceptable. Otherwise  no, I don’t believe anything will change. Other than I’ll fall in love with you even more, _____.”

The back of your neck grew hot at his words and you hid your face behind your hands, fighting the heat that spread all over. Your heart stuttered and you whined even as your eyes stung. That was all you had wanted over the course of the last several months, and now here he was telling you exactly what you wanted to hear. It was an actual dream come true.

Once you had fought the embarrassment back down you turned to look up at him.

It was a fruitless endeavor because the soft, loving gaze you met made it erupt all over again, and you kissed the smirk right off his pretty lips for it.

“I love you, Keiji,” you whispered against his lips, and smiled when you heard the words breathed back. Settling back down, you resumed your doodling, spelling out different things against his slick skin, and then asked, “The flowers in the picture you sent. What were they and why did you send it and then ignore me?”

He chuckled at the petulant tone, the sound pleasant in your ear where it rested over his heart, before answering.

“Well, you had just sent that video of you in the garden and after watching it, I decided I was going to confess when you got home. The flowers just helped ground me.” Guilt flooded you again as you remembered how you had brushed him off when you walked through the door and, as if he could sense it, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your hair. “It’s alright, princess. I deserved it after ignoring you. I was just scared to tell you because I couldn’t tell you the meanings behind them without giving myself away.

You relaxed in his hold again, tilting your head up to look at him and were floored all over again. You would surely never get tired of the soft adoration in his beautiful eyes and hoped it would never fade. “So, what were they then?”

“Azalea’s for homesickness, because you took my heart with you. Camellia’s for passion, because that’s how strongly I feel about you. Forget-me-nots for love, so you don’t forget. And jasmine because they’re your favorite, and I love you with my whole being.”

The words were whispered into your hair, the only other sound besides the gentle sloshing of water as he had started to rock you back and forth, fingers cupping your neck to hold you too him, and the tears that had burned earlier welled over as you realized how deeply he meant those words and how deeply he had embedded himself into your heart.

There was no doubt in his mind that the tears spilling down his chest were good, not when they were overlaid with kisses everywhere you could manage, and then you stilled, content to just let him hold you after that. No other words were said until the water grew colder and you shivered.

“We should go to bed. It’s already very late,” he murmured, and helped you to stand. His breath hitched as the water cascaded down your body, feeling arousal build all over again. He ignored it as you toweled off and redressed, snagging his shirt up before he could grab it and slipping it over your head. “You are not helping me to keep my hands off you, kitten,” he growled, grabbing you by the hips and guiding you towards his bedroom.

You let him lead you with no resistance besides pausing to wiggle against him and giggling when he sighed in mock exasperation.

“Maybe I’m not trying to,” you said, sauntering towards the bed.

“If that’s the case,” he answered, pinning you to the mattress. Your legs naturally came up to hook over his hips and his shorts slipped down, exposing his already hard cock. “I guess we aren’t ready for bed yet.”

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[ghoulciifer]

Heey😊 Could you do a headcanon about shinsou and hawks with a partner who has ptsd, please?

hc: Shinsou and Hawks with an s/o who has ptsd.

tw: ptsd, abuse (emotional and physical), blood

tags: hurt/comfort, mental health, recovery

notes: hi anon, ty for sending in this request ❥ i sincerely hope that you are okay and doing well. please know i am by no means a therapist but i do hope these hc’s bring you comfort. be safe and don’t hesitate to reach out if you need to ❥

» i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, shinsou is a very caring and understanding human and will not hesitate to express that to someone he cares deeply for

» so when he learns his s/o has ptsd? of course he’s going to comfort you and make it very clear he’ll support you through anything.

» you two were out getting coffee one day, enjoying the cloudy weather bc you knew that meant the amount of people out and about would be scarce (cute lil’ emos)

» and while you were in line waiting to order you engaged in some idle chatter, his hand resting on your lower back, debating whose drink of choice was the best boy thinks he knows shit bc he lives off caffeine PFFF

» it was finally your turn to order but the second you made it to the counter your entire body froze

» the barista must’ve been new because you’ve never seen his face here before, and you would’ve easily avoided the place had you known because he looked identical to your abusive ex

» shinsou’s never seen that asshole before, so he gets a bit confused when he feels your body tense up and wonders why you’re not responding to the barista asking for your order

» you’re sweating bullets and all of the sudden it feels like your chest is turning in on itself, the anxiety and stress on your body making bile threaten to rise in your throat but all you can do is stand there with wide eyes fixated on anything but him

» shinsou’s quick to take the intitiative and order for the both of you before gently ushering you to the corner of the shop, sitting you down at an isolated booth and sitting in front of you to sheild you from any passerby while you try to calm down

» “Hey it’s okay, kitten, shhh... take your time, I’m right here. It’s just me and you.”

» he knows you get like this when experiencing one of your triggers, being the attentive boyfriend he is, so instead of pestering you and potentially making things worse he’s trying to deduce what the cause of your panic attack was

» all while holding your hand or rubbing your back in soothing strokes; unless physical contact isn’t the way to go for you, in which case he’ll shush your tears away and whisper words of affirmation your way at a respectful distance

» does not leave your side until you’ve recovered (even though the barista called his name 20 mins ago but you’re WAY more important)

» once he sees you’ve calmed down significantly, he’ll remind you he’s here for you and tells you you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to

» but you decide to explain to him why you just shut down all of the sudden and how you actually feel bad bc you know it’s not the barista’s fault he looks like your shitwad ex who inflicted so much trauma on you

» shinsou will definitely have to swallow the anger that follows when he hears how that asshole is still making you feel less than what you deserve BUT doesn’t let that show at all

» instead he’ll soak up every word that falls from your lips and nod intently, holding your hand and rubbing the knuckles w his thumb, putting a lil kiss there every now and then he’s so fuckin sweet

» he’ll tell you that you shouldn’t feel bad, that no one can ever really control their triggers, and that he’s so grateful you’re out of that situation and he’ll never let you experience something like that ever again

» eventually (once your breathing has regulated) you ask him about your coffees and he’s like “oh yea”

» your drinks are cold by the time he goes to get them but neither of you really care, he’s just glad you’re okay and you’re happy to be there with him

» shinsou never fails to make you feel safe when you’re around him and you’ve never felt so loved <3

» bird brain is also a very kind and considerate boyfriend, i refuse to believe he’s this suave womanizer like i’ve seen some people portray (which is ok !! just not what i see tbh)

» i also believe that he knows a thing or two about ptsd so he’ll 100% understand what you’re dealing with and how to handle it

» in that case you two would help each other through your triggers when they occur (just supportive couple tings, uwu)

» so it’s no surprise he’s dropping everything to run to you when you call him, completely panicked at home while he’s at work

» you were cutting up some fruits and veggies for yours and hawks’ bento boxes for the week, you liked doing so on your day off so you wouldn’t have to worry about it when you got busy

» unfortunately your winged boyfriend couldn’t be there to annoy you help like he usually does because he ended up needing to finish some extra paperwork at the agency

» so you were in the kitchen by yourself, jammin’ out to your favorite songs, hips swaying as you carefully cut up your produce

» however after a particularly good song blasted through the speakers, you started loosening up and weren’t being as careful anymore

» the blade of the knife nicked the tip of your finger and you immediately dropped its handle, clutching your hand with a hiss

» initially you were just focused on finding something to stop the bleeding and found a stray kitchen towel to do the job, but something about the scene before you seemed much too familiar...

» memories of fights with your abusive ex flooded your mind as you watched the towel stain crimson, taking you back to the numerous times you had to do this very action when he took his anger out on you by flinging whatever object he had on his person at your shaking frame

» suddenly the room began to spin and it felt as if your chest was caving in on itself as you held onto your wrist, fingernails leaving indents at the skin

» your body moved for the phone on instinct texting hawks with only one word, it was all you could muster with your hands shaking and tears clouding your vision

» the minute he saw the word “panic” flash across his screen? best believe he was reaching for the first exit to fly home at mach fuckin’ 20

» luckily the agency was fairly close to the apt. so it took him less than 5 minutes to be by your side, opting to land on the balcony instead of going through the main building

» “Y/N? Everything okay??”

» he frantically searched the house before finding you curled up on the kitchen floor and clutching to a bloody towel against the cabinetry

» he caught a glimpse of the fruit on the cutting board and quickly determined what happened before kneeling beside you to pull you into his lap, stroking your hair for a moment before prying your wrist away from your chest to inspect the damage

» “Shhh, dove, it’s okay, I’m here... I’m just gonna take a look, okay? We gotta stop the bleeding, I’ve got you, sweet (girl/boy).”

» your tear stained, puffy, red face makes his heart ache but he waits for you to nod before removing the towel

» gives you a kiss to the temple after determining you do in fact need to be bandaged up and scoops you off of the floor, holding you close to his chest

» he’ll take you to the bathroom and get you fixed up before pulling your head to his chest, arms wrapped around you and hands rubbing your back as you come down from your panicked state

» you don’t even have to explain anything to him bc he just knows, he’s well aware of the stories you told him of past relationships and how you got those scars on your body.

» also becomes furious every time but will not let it show, all he cares about is keeping you grounded as you listen to his heartbeat against your cheek

» you murmur a soft “thank you” to him once the tears cease and he simply hums in response, reminding you no thanks is necessary because he does this out of his deep love for you.

» “You’ll never have to feel unsafe again, dove, I’ll always come to you... I’ll always be right here.”

[lexgivesgayadvice]

hi! first of all i think what ur doing is amazing and i hope u also have time to take care of urself as well as helping all of us!

i was hoping for some advice, as i’m sure u guessed hahah so it’s kind of two fold one part more advice-y than the other i think

so i recently graduated college and moved away from my home town and the town i went to college which was only 2 hours away from my home town which has made my more comfortable to question what i know about my sexuality. pretty much all my life the majority of my friends have been LGBTQIA+ or otherwise confidentially queer identifying in some way and theyve always joked i’m the token straight or my best friend who moved out here with me always referenced the john mulaney joke, that when i was being created everything about my was made like a wlw but then they forgot to switch the flip that actually makes me like women…… ive always kind of wondered about my sexuality but honestly i never wanted to actually pursue anyone who isn’t a straight man bc the one occasion i kissed a girl, or had a work friend who i also hooked up with who was non-binary everyone made such a big deal and sensationalized it (which is also a whole other issue with how they reacted like i had to be gay bc i was hooking up with a non binary person and they got a massive talking to but anyway) and had this very almost like…. see we’ve been right all along attitude that rubbed me the wrong way and made me not want to “prove them right” out of spite and i don’t know how to juggle learning more about myself and that feeling and also struggling with like… i know i’m incredibly privileged to know i’m surrounded by ppl who love me and would accept me if i am not straight but the idea that they would have this “i was right u were wrong” vibe about it puts a bad taste in my mouth idk what i’m asking here but i just rlly wanted to say something to someone i hope that’s okay!!

and my actual advice portion i’ll try to make short and sweet since i rambled a lot above sorry again! i’ve been really thinking extra about exploring this part of myself that i know likes men but also i’m pretty sure that’s not all i like but i don’t want anyone to get hurt or offend or disrespect anyone in the process. basically i don’t want someone to think they’re my “big gay field trip” or my “gay experiment”. do u or anyone else have any advice on how i can interact with queer spaces and try to date women without making them feel like im a straight girl experimenting/toying with their feelings/any other hurtful or mean things

thank u again ur amazing!!!

Hello my friend!!! Thanks for your kind words - I'm so happy to be here helping you out!

I think that broadly speaking, your best option for everything going on here is to be honest. I'm operating under the assumption that your friends are decent people who care about you and aren't doing a good job expressing that. It doesn't make it okay that they're treating you in a way that clearly makes you uncomfortable, but if it's coming from a place of love and genuine excitement to welcome you into the queer community, then it's probably a lot easier to make them understand how you feel. Tell them that you're continuing to explore your sexuality but their past reactions are making you self-conscious and hesitant to let yourself freely explore your identity. If that feels like a lot, talk to one or two trusted people and let them help you get the point across that you're grateful for their support, but they need to chill. And if they aren't willing to make an effort to do that, well, maybe consider if they're really the friends you thought they were.

As far as having experiences with women, I think again just be honest! "I've been questioning my sexuality and I don't know exactly what I'm feeling or how I want to identify, but I'd like to spend some time with you/hang out/try some things if you're down." Let them know that you're genuinely interested in them but also still figuring yourself out, and then the expectations will be appropriate and they can choose whether that's what they're looking for at the moment. Just be kind and caring and respectful of everyone's feelings (including your own) and I think you'll do just fine!

I wish you the best of luck on your journey of self-discovery, anon!!! Don't let anyone stop you from figuring out who you truly are 💚🌈

[ranposlittle]

May I please request a matchup? You seem really cool but im too shy to message you haha. Im a shy INFP/cancer who cries a lot and is a ball of anxiety but once Ik someone Im loud and wild and think Im funny.People tell me Im smart and sweet and I love to write, play games, and be silly but I also get bored fast. Im self loathing and like never angry and Im like 5 ft and kinda chubby and blonde w glasses and my appearance always makes me upset bcs I think I’m ugly and have fat thighs. Tysm!!!🙏💕

I ship you with:

──── 🄾🄳🄰 🅂🄰🄺🅄🄽🄾🅂🅄🄺🄴 ────

Perhaps it's just coincidence but Odasaku seems to attract people who are in need of nurturing, and to be honest, he doesn't mind it all. In fact, he loves it. It makes him feel like he's truly more than a man who used to take lives.

When you first met him in the cafe you're working part-time at, you could already tell he's a gentle soul. He would sit in one particular corner, close to the window where he would look longingly out of, whenever he would look up from the book in his hand. He always speaks kindly, a comforting warmth spreads in your chest with the low rumble of his voice. It's hard to explain but you just have that sense of safety whenever you see him. So it's not surprising that despite usually being anxious, you didn't have your usual trouble of making small talks with him. That's all it really was until one exceptionally slow day at work, he asked you to sit down and have a drink with him.

Being an INFP, you’re open-minded and would often look for the silver lining in every situation you are in and in every person you meet. Your actions are often led by the pureness of your intention, not by what you’ll get out of it. That is what made Odasaku's confidence to eventually ask you out even if he already told you about who he is in past and who he's trying to be in the present. He saw the way you intently listen to everything he was laying out in front of you, slowly digesting the informations that are harder to swallow and trying your hardest to understand his struggles. He knows you've lived a completely different life from his but even so, you were able to put yourself in his shoes and see where he's coming from. How can he pass up an opportunity to be with someone who welcomed all of him with open arms and without hesitation?

In a blink of an eye, you became one of the few reasons for Odasaku's existence. Dating a Cancer, his days were filled by your unconditional love and care. Your innate need to nurture people around you made him feel at peace, especially whenever you showcase this around the orphans as well. It took him by surprise when he started to see himself spending the rest of his life with you as it never happened before. In spite of this, Odasaku welcomed the strange feeling of love for you and returned it by being a gentle but passionate lover.

Overall, I think Odasaku is the right man for you because I think he'll be the best in taking care of someone like you. He won't mind at all if you're on the sensitive side, he will never get tired of comforting you and doing whatever it takes to see your bright smile come back to your face. He will help you work through your anxiety and would do his best to not to be the cause of it. His loyalty and love for you will be displayed right before your eyes, putting most of worries at ease. Odasaku will find a way to gently coax you out of your shell so you can freely talk to him about anything that's bothering you so you can work through it as a couple. Don't even try to hide your tears from him because he can always tell when you just cried. Once you feel comfortable enough to let him see you when you're down, he would lovingly remove your glasses to wipe off your tears and place tender kisses on your eyelids while he gives you words of validation. He would hold you through it all, making sure you'll never feel like you're in this alone.

Odasaku will love your insecurities away. If he hears you being upset over your appearance (your thighs in this matter), he would make a point to put extra kisses on them whenever he gets the chance. He rest his hand on your thighs whenever you are out together and would lay his head on them during his naps. Basically, if this man sees that you're not loving yourself enough, he will be more than happy to fill the gaps with his own love for you.

For him, you're an answered prayer. To be the person where you feel free to be unashamedly loud and silly with, is enough for him to believe in a higher power that he doesn't see. He celebrates you at your best and will love you through your worse. Every games you play together, the stories you created together, and all of your spontaneous adventures in between is a memory he would always treasure. These little things you do with each other is the meaning of life for him.

If you're a delicate flower then he is the gentle rain that nourishes you after a dry spell.

▮ ❝ Hello, anon~ Thank you for the compliment but pls don't be shy to talk to me. I'm truly not as cool as you probably think I am haha also, I have fat thighs too~ Idk if this will help but just think of how your thighs are very strong. They carry you throughout the day and always supports you. Also, no food shall fall on the floor because they will catch it! hehehe and beauty is subjective! If somebody tells you that you're not attractive, that's just for them and not for everyone. And it definitely shouldn't be yours, too. I don't want to be all sappy so I'll end my rambling here haha I hope you enjoyed your matchup even if you had to wait for so long! Take care!! ˓ ࣪꒰ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱ .°₊ ❞

[incorrect-pokespe-quotes]

I read every single Emerald fic on FFN so you don’t have to

There are 66 fics with Emerald listed in the tags. 

First, I took out any fic that was either not in English or actually gameverse, leaving me with 38 fics-- though I will say, the Spanish fics look like they slap

After filtering out “everyone appears” fics (I skimmed them to make sure) I was left with 26 fics. (While I would like to include “everyone appers” fics, I do not have the time nor motivation to read 30,000 words of derring-do and melodramatic heroics seventeen times in a row for Emerald to show up, deliver 2 lines, shoot something, and leave)

From there, I sorted them into various categories based on whether Emerald was a BG character or not, whether the fic had romance, whether Emerald was actually PART of that romance, etc. Then, finally, I was ready. 

Below the cut are the reviews of all twenty six fanfictions!

Category 1: BG Emerald      Every fic needs side characters, whether to provide extra voices or comedic relief or just a foil for the MCs. These fics don’t feature Emerald in a huge capacity, but he’s there and that’s what matters to me. I came into this site expecting anything: third wheel Rald, wingman Rald, Im-only-here-to-complain-about-your-flirting-Rald... I found everything but! It seems the most cliche writers among us don’t like using the Emerald tag, bc the few Frantic-with-BG-Emerald fics with I did find turned out to be spectacular! I’m pleasantly surprised and impressed. 

1. That Special Someone - Team Cap      Cap is on this list like 30 times so get used to it. This fic is mostly about Ruby refusing to shut up about Sapphire and how much he loves her (and how Emerald finds it infuriating). The details of this fic are super cute and the way Ruby and Emerald interact added 3 years to my lifespan, so I highly recommend this one if you want a nice, relaxing read involving the Hoenn boys (dare I say best boys?). In short, read this fic and all of Cap’s other fics while you’re at it.

2. A Picnic - Team Cap      Oh look. It’s Cap again. This fic, surprise surprise, is also good, and while it’s a little more basic than the others (Emerald runs into Ruby/Sapphire at a park and they mess around), it’s still cute and I still love it! Not really much else to say here... but the fic is good and I recommend if you’re in for some light domestic reads. 

3. High Hopes and Checkered Skies - aromatisse      I’ll be honest: my general opinion of frantic fics with BG Emerald is... low. A lot of them shoehorn my poor boy into whatever the plot requires at the cost of his characterization but this fic really surprised me in the best way! This one features Sapphire bringing Ruby to a “special place” the two of them arguing, and Emerald having to patch things up (mature Emerald? I don’t believe it!!). I found this fic while making this list and immediately bookmarked it bc THIS SHIT GOOD FAM. Please read this. 

4. Alpha and Omega- Ruby and Sapphire's Thoughts - Shadoweevee70     Not much to say about this to be honest. It’s exactly what it says on the tin. No plot, no development, not even 500 words. Emerald has a line. I think two. 

5. Boundaries - Team Cap     This fic hurt my heart. Though it focuses on Wally’s one-sided crush on Sapphire, there’s a touch of Emerald in there acting as Wally’s emotional support buddy, which tells me that either Emerald has matured or Hoenn is just devoid of emotionally stable individuals. Regardless, this fic is heartbreaking and beautiful but contains very little Emerald, so therefore I have very little to review. In short... not a lot of Rald, but you should read it anyway. 

6. Summer Days - eonentity      Crystal and Silver go on a “date” and Gold + Emerald try and stop them. It’s cute, it’s honestly kind of creepy if you think about it, and it involves Emerald. While the premise is kind of sketch, the banter between Gold and Emerald is incredible and I really like the general progression of the plot (especially the ending!) This is a very cute fic if you’re looking for something simple to read. Highly recommend, utilizes Emerald as a character really well!

Category 3: MC Emerald (gen)       This... this is my bread and butter baby. These fics run the gamut from friendship to domestic to drabbles to angst and everything in between, but the gist of it is that it includes Emerald as a focus without pairing him off. Not to say this is my favorite category... but it is. I’m biased, sue me. 

1. Family Inclusion - Team Cap      They say to leave the best for last, but I disagree. You’ll realize pretty quickly that Cap is one of my favorite authors to appear in this tag, and this fic is one of her best! I’m focusing on Chapter 3 (that’s the part with Emerald) where he has to entertain a shiny baby Ralts while Ruby and Sapphire are away (everybody say awwww). The fic is stupid cute, and while it doesn’t really offer much in terms of character development or stakes, it’s the type of domestic fluff you can read over and over and still find just precious each and every time. Also... Emerald takes care of a baby pokemon how can you NOT love that. Seriously. Look at this. 

2. At the Amusement Park - Team Cap       Oh wow, another Cap fic I really like. What a surprise. I’m astounded /s. This fic focuses on Emerald’s dilemma of being short at a place where height restrictions mercilessly mock the vertically challenged and how he deals with it with the “help” of Ruby and Sapphire. Though there is background Frantic (which shouldn’t really come as a surprise), this fic mostly focuses on Emerald’s insecurities and his relationship with the trio. It’s introspective, it’s wholesome, I’ve read it six or seven times (I lost count). Regardless, it’s good, and like every other Cap fic on this list, I demand you read it. That is a threat. 

3. Frantic Fight - Puph17      Any fic that drops a line like “margarine is in vogue” within the first three lines is immediately propelled to my top ten fics of all time list and this is clearly no exception. Despite the name, this isn’t franticshipping, just Ruby and Sapphire bickering and Emerald / Wally being annoyed about it. This fic, hands down, is one of the funniest pieces of fanfiction I’ve ever read on this godforsaken site. I am begging you to read this fic, if not for Emerald with a megaphone for the sheet amount of laughter it will cause. This fic may not be deep but it sure as hell is hysterical. ... Well, what are you waiting for? Why are you still here? Go read the fic, we’re wasting daylight. 

4. Weird War - storm-aurora      This is another fic I think I’ve probably read a dozen times and refuse to get tired of. Emerald and Sapphire are having a paintball fight in Slateport market, and I literally could not ask for a better friendship fic. The writing is high quality, the characters are very accurate (altho bc this is fanfic it doesn’t matter all that much), the friendships feel real, they’re having a paintball war.... everything about this is ideal. This is the quality content I live for. Please PLEASE read this fic, you’ll be happy you did. Close this tab and go read it immediately for your sake and mine. 

5. Skydrop - ayasato      Not a lot of people write about Emerald. The ones that do, for whatever reason, seem to do it very, VERY well. This fic, which is so long it might as well be considered an epic, is probably the piece de resistance of Emerald friendship fics. While not as snappy or funny or domestic as some of the other fics in this list, it more than makes up for it with a beautifully built slowburn friendship between Emerald and Sapphire, my favorite take on his living situation I’ve ever seen, and enough introspection to make your high school English teacher swoon. This fic is a must for any Emerald fan, even if it takes like an hour to read in full. It may be long but it’s magnificent.

6. Croissant Kings - ayasato      The fact that this fic is discontinued is irrefutable proof that this is the timeline god abandoned. Emerald and Pearl running a croissant stand is quite possibly the single most absurd fic concept I’ve ever heard but... it works. Somehow? It works. This fic is perhaps, hands down, one of the most ridiculously entertaining concepts and executions I have ever seen in my life. Everything about it, from the setup to the writing to just Emerald being Emerald is so raw and so ridiculous that I smile fondly when I think of it. I wish there were more than 3 chapters, however...

7. Perfect - Micah Debrink      I’m gonna be straight with y’all: I don’t like this fic. I’m not too sure what the plot is, and it was certainly an interesting read, but not my cup of tea. It’s good, don’t get me wrong; the writing is mature, very well paced, and overall well-written, but something about the characterizations is just not vibing with me. Thus, I’m not gonna pretend I thought this fic was perfect (har har) but I will say it’s something you should give a try. I’m admittedly a very biased party, so maybe you’ll enjoy this fic more than I did. For sure give it a shot, because maybe you’ll like it more than I did. This ain’t my jam, but it’s quality preserves nonetheless.

8. Roost - ayasato      This is short and sweet and may have some Sapphire/Emerald crushing if you squint, but overall a fun read. Very short, very good, give it a shot. This author is very high quality and that’s that on that. 

9. One Day - Jian-Kenkoku      This is short yet again but has a super interesting (if poorly explained) premise: Emerald gets adopted by Gold / his mom! This short oneshot details his first day, and while it is a tad rushed, it gives me the Emerald family content I have been sorely lacking. Not sure if this is one of my “reread until my eyes bleed” fics, but it’s certainly worth the trouble of reading through! It’s very cute and I recommend!

10. Emerald: Lying to Himself - reminiscent-afterthought        Very poetic and extremely well-written, but less than 200 words. This fic took me thirty seconds to read and it feels like time well spent. Please read it, even if for the sole reason that it’s super short. It’s also a super poetic way to talk about the Emerald arc. 

11. Go Away Gold! - jayfeatherelle      Ah yes, the “little brother enlists the help of a prankster to keep apart his sister and her boyfriend” trope... This may be cliche, but it sure as hell was enjoyable! Emerald enlists the help of Meddler Blue (side note: where did this trope come from bc she never does anything in canon that would be qualified as meddling other than just messing with Red at any given opportunity). Anyway, this fic is adorable, has a lesson at the end (that surprised me), had a really mature conclusion, and gave me Blue / Emerald friendship I really didn’t know I needed. In short? This is a cliche done well. It’s predictable, sure, but that’s not a bad thing! If anything, it’s a great nostalgic read. 

12. What if: Emerald never met Crystal - LetEveryoneOveraRip        This fic stole the last little bit of hope I didn’t even know I still had. You thought it couldn’t get more violent or sad? You were wrong. Everyone dies. This fic made me sad for like 45 minutes and I feel emotionally manipulated. I guess I should have seen this coming. Not much else to say except that this fic made me really sad, which, of course it did, but I still feel cheated out of a happy ending regardless. 

13. Emerald Owner’s Guidance and Maintenance Manual - Pokerescue18    Nothing happens in this fic. It’s literally an instruction manual and it’s well written and all but also has no plot. It is quite literally what it says in the title, so perhaps this should have been obvious but even still, I was left confused after reading this. I think I need a nap. 

14. Through My Eyes - Kaith1    Relationship angst that hurt my heart. This is less than 400 words so again, took me only around a minute to leave but the emotional impact scarred me for life. Very well done! This fic details Emerald’s inner turmoil as Gold and Crystal get together and Emerald worries he’ll be abandoned again. While I do feel like Emerald hating the two of them for getting together is a little ehhh, this fic does a great job of showing why Emerald would be so upset about it and his inner motivations for being so hurt by it. While I don’t agree, the author made me “get it” a little more, and for that I say bravo! 

15. At the Fair - IanDonyer      This one is short and focuses on Emerald meeting a security guard at a Halloween fair kinda deal. It’s also one of the first Emerald fics on FFN, released far before the remakes even came out! While obviously it doesn’t contain much in terms of character development, it also was written with only the Emerald arc to go off of-- so I can easily overlook any character inconsistencies. That being said, this fic is really cute and uses the OC pov really well! If you’re looking for a blast from the past, check this fic out! 

Category 4: Emerald shipping fics      On the rare occasion where the blue moon hangs melancholy in the sky, the planets align, and starlight rains down from the heavens... someone ships Emerald with another character. Romantically. Not sure where the aversion to shipping him came from, but for whatever reason everyone prefers him single. These authors, these brave knights, they’re changing that. Hell yeah for romance. 

1. Left Out - RedCharmeleon       Not to be like “this fic is painfully straight...” but yknow. Emerald is upset at Gold/Crystal’s wedding because he’s the only single one and needs a girlfriend. There’s also a “what are you, gay?” joke in here, which soured my mood for the rest of the fic. I’ll be honest, I never really liked the “all male protag / female protag ships and then taking Silver, Pearl, and Emerald and pairing them off with OCs” deal, so I’m heavily biased against this fic, but the writing is decent and the plot is fine. If you enjoy this style of plot (everyone needs to be paired up, blushing galore, love at first sight, everyone acts like they stumbled out of a hallmark movie script) then this is the fic for you!

2. Glances - Diemerald      A collection of drabbles about Emerald and Wally becoming friends and falling in love. I’ve read it seven times now. While the plot is a tad disjointed because of the format, this author really NAILS Emerald’s character. Emerald (and Wally) show a lot of growth between the snippets and god it’s so beautiful I need more of it. Please read this fic. Tell your neighbors about this fic. This fic is fantastic. 

2. Revolvershipping Cuddles - Charmerruby     You’re never gonna guess what this one is about. It’s very cute but it’s literally just fluff. Very cute, like marshmallows. This is kinda short so there isn’t really much to say, but I will am starving for Emeruby content, so though this be but little, it be fierce. And fluffy. Did I mention cute? This fic is so filled with love my heart grew three sizes after reading it. I could keep calling it adorable, but I don’t think that’s productive. Spend the time reading this fic instead. 

3. Misunderstandings - Pokeluv101      Reading this was very weird because I know the person who made the OC the story is centered around. Reading even the names thrust me so violently back into my middle school days I can almost taste the edge. It’s very good, and I suggest giving it a read even if you’re not a huge dexholder/OC fan. Also tsun Emerald is good Emerald. 

4. Unexpected - Diemerald     A fic about Emerald and Yellow falling in love. Not exactly my cup of tea so I skimmed it but this author is really good so it’s a great fic, even if it’s not to my tastes. I suggest giving it at least a once over because this author worked hard and I respect them, even if this isn’t really... my thing. Check it out!

5. Big Changes - Aquatales     You know how I said I would read every Emerald fic? I lied. This one is about Emerald getting genderbent and immediately shipped with Wally against his will by his friends. Reading the summary gave me hives and I could not bring myself to read it in full.

Final Thoughts      While I’ll be honest and say that I did find some of the the cliche fics I was expecting, I was incredibly and happily surprised to discover that more often than not, the people who bother to publish Emerald fics really care about his character and publish some pretty high quality stuff, and that’s pretty damn cool. There are shipping fics, BG Emerald fics, MC Emerald fics, and most of them are pretty fantastic! Way to go spe fandom writers, you did my boy justice, all..... 10 of you.

[springday-aus]

Boba Boy!AU with Minhyuk

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Group: Monsta X 

Member: Lee Minhyuk 

Genre: fluff, romance

Type: Bulletpoint AU 

Word Count: 1.5k 

→ Inspired by the AU Prompt: “I come to this cafe pretty much everyday and by now you know my order by heart and even wave at me when I come in”

so there’s a bubble tea place in the center of this collegetown 

meaning it’s busy, but not always busy 

and our lil Minhyuk is the main drink maker 

straight up he is there just most of the time 

some people think he owns the place

others think he has no life 

but no, he’s just a person who needs money 

don’t we all tho 

he’s super friendly with customers 

no one ever complains about him 

and honestly who would bc this boy got the sweetest smile and always uses his manners

unless Monsta X comes in–customer service who? 

Kihyun: breaths 

Minhyuk: “sir, you are disturbing the customers and I need to ask you to leave” 

seriously tho, most of the customers come back bc he’s so nice

lowkey would give out free pastries to the regulars 

but also because he wants to hear them spill the tea

it’s the most entertaining part of this job 

anyways 

he works at this boba shop to make some extra cash 

originally he was just gonna work from the spring to the summer but then he actually really liked it so he stayed for the rest of the year

and now it’s a regular job 

y’all want me to elaborate? 

that’s another story 

moving on 

he’s really good with the mixed teas 

like mango green tea 

coconut milk tea 

taro milk tea 

Thai tea

the original black milk tea 

god I really want boba 

anyways 

he’s really good with them 

primarily because he likes shaking the little cocktail mixer 

Minhyuk: “look at how fast I can shake this” 

another worker: “oh my god” 

sometimes he helps out with the pastries, but he’s more of a drink guy 

speaking of which 

his boba 

h i s b o b a 

it’s fucking perfection 

literally, no one knows how but his boba always turns out fan-fucking-tastic 

it doesn’t turn out small 

it isn’t too soft on the outside 

it isn’t too hard when you chew it 

they’re the perfect size 

and nice and chewy 

he always puts the perfect ratio in the cup (unless asked for extra) 

Minhyuk: i.e. the perfect boba man 

so you are a regular 

when people say boba problems 

that’s you 

you are a sparkling definition of boba problems 

congrats 

anyways you probably come like every other day and probably have tried half of the menu 

but then after trying this one specific drink 

it’s become the regular order for you 

so now you order it every time 

honestly you spend like five minutes at a time in the shop but 

almost every staffer knows your face 

as well as your order 

including Minhyuk :) 

every time you come in, you always see him at the other end of the counter 

he remembers your order, so he always punches it in once he sees you 

and all you gotta do is pay 

it saves time and you always tip 

speaking of which 

remember that thing about giving out free pastries? 

yeah you get the most of that since you come in every other day

highkey he’s the only one who gives you them 

especially since you come here so often and tip nearly every time 

you can’t help it 

he’s so friendly that if you don’t tip him, you feel like a monster 

anyways 

that’s as far as your relationship goes with him 

it’s friendly but def at the acquaintance level 

he’ll wave whenever he sees you come in and you two would just have some small talk 

that is until you see him at the farmers market 

you were with a friend and then you thought you heard his laugh 

he was at this one old lady’s tea leaves booth, laughing at something she said 

you didn’t really know whether or not you should say anything since you’ve only seen him at the boba shop 

but then you make eye contact and he waves at you 

just like he does at the boba shop 

you smile and wave back at him 

he grabs his bag and thanks the seller

and then heads over to you, practically skipping 

Minhyuk: “hello!!!” 

You: “hi Minhyuk” 

your friend: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

you try to ignore your friend and look at Minhyuk 

You: “odd seeing you here, I’m so used to you from the waist up” 

Minhyuk laughs: “it’s good to see you outside of the shop though, what are you doing here?” 

You: “I’m with my friend—we need tomatoes and I only trust local farmers, why are you here?” 

Minhyuk: “I was checking out new tea flavors and maybe we can have some new creations on the menu, especially since it’s holiday season” 

You: “ahhh, I get it, we’re gonna bounce soon” 

Minhyuk: “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

you smile at him, waving him goodbye as you and your friend leave 

your friend: “WHO was that???” 

You: “he works at that boba cafe that I go to” 

your friend: “CUTE” 

You: “........... yeah” 

your friend: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

oddly enough, that wasn’t the only time you saw him out of the cafe 

you just started seeing him on the daily at the farmers market 

eventually y’all started chatting even longer 

and now your conversations last a lot longer than before 

they typically start with “how are you?” “what are you doing?” 

but then like they just change dramatically and drastically at such a short time span 

or long 

again 

y’all have LONG conversations 

after like the 20th time of seeing him, you exchange numbers 

you still go to the cafe 

AND at the cafe, y’all just chat until a customer comes in 

bc he has to do his job

at the farmers market, y’all just walk around, talk, and get the stuff you came there for 

you started to write lists because you get so distracted talking to him 

You end up forgetting what you were even there for 

but it’s cute bc all the sellers think you’re a couple 

y’all don’t go to just the one farmers market 

now y’all go market hopping 

that’s not a thing for normal people but it’s a thing for y’all 

some people think they’re dates 

are they????? 

are they not????? 

you don’t know either 

you enjoy spending time with him 

and talking to him 

he’s such a good listener 

and he’s interesting to talk to 

because he ACTUALLY wants to talk to you 

your friends keep telling you to just do it so 

you do 

you two were at the night fish market 

the old ladies were telling him how handsome he is and how lucky his partner would be 

you were just kind of looking at him 

and I mean REALLY looking at him 

he is handsome 

and nice 

and funny 

and now you have no idea what your relationship to him is 

about an hour later, when he’s imitating one of the lobsters in the tank, you just ask him 

You: “what are we????” 

Minhyuk, confused: “people???” 

You: “we are not having another existential crisis conversation again Minhyuk” 

Minhyuk: ???? “I’m confused” 

You: “SO AM I” 

Minhyuk: “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???” 

You: “ARE WE OR ARE WE NOT DATING?” 

Minhyuk: “DO YOU WANT TO?” 

You: “I GUESS” 

Minhyuk: “I GUESS WE’RE DATING THEN”

You: “OKAY” 

Minhyuk: “OKAY” 

and thus the beautiful beginning of your relationship 

dating boba master Minhyuk is super cute 

he’s 100% in love with you 

and is 100% unafraid to show you and everyone else  

EVERYONE knows y’all are dating 

he’s super affectionate

you know what that means 

lots and lots of pda 

Changhyuk: “right in front of my salad????” 

Wonho: “I think it’s sweet” 

Shownu: “you’ll understand when you’re older” 

Jooheon and Changhyuk: ???? 

anyways 

speaking of Monsta X 

they love you 

y’all are adorable 

and they ship it super hard 

even though they complain about the pda 

they will love and support y’all 

moving on 

before, y’all went to farmers markets right? 

now you both go to other tea shops, boba cafes, and other drink places 

there’s also the restaurants, supermarkets, karaoke, mall/window shopping 

Minhyuk basically makes a date out of anything y’all do 

OH OKAY 

SO 

perfect boba man right?

this man will make you the drinks during your home dates

that order? 

the one you get nearly every time? 

yeah, he makes it at home 

FOR FREE 

at some points, Minyuk thinks you’re only dating him for the free boba 

You: “babe, that’s too much time and effort” 

Minhyuk: “so, if I stopped making you drinks?” 

You: “I would end you” 

Minhyuk: ………….. well damn 

and whenever he shakes your drink to mix it up 

he found all of these online tricks to impress you 

it’s cute 

(until the drink spills bc he forgot the lid) 

(or until he drops it for the nth time) 

(or until he gets dizzy from this one spin trick that he tried to do from Youtube) 

it’s cuuuuteee 

he’s always trying to make you smile 

even if he ends up looking like a dumbass 

because he loves making you happy 

and that’s all he really wants 

[gamerwoo]

I hit 3k this morning (and then fell back to 2,998 and then back up to 3k) so to celebrate another big milestone, I thought I should go through and make a list of some of my favorite blogs and mutuals that I love and appreciate :] (featuring lil notes for my favorite faves at the bottom). I’ll probably miss some people since I’m throwing this together and because a lot of people have changed their urls (and I might accidentally mention people twice bc some of y’all have sideblogs and such and I cannot keep track I’m so sorry), but thank you to every single person who follows me for all the love and support for my content. I appreciate it more than I can express! 💗

[italic names are mutuals, bold names are blogs that have my fave content, hearts are for those w a message at the end uwu. and I’m sorry if I didn’t put as mutuals when we actually are because sideblogs are hard to keep track of]

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#-D:

@1ightsaber | @2miin | @baekwell--tart ❤ | @blossomjeno | @candiedmingyu | @checkin-london | @cheolsbae | @cupcakewoozer | @dreamjunhui ❤

E-I:

@fay-land​ | @felixsfxckingfreckles​ | @floodlitesc​ ❤ | @gaegurikyu ❤ | @gayforseungcheol​ | @grekirikka​ | @gyuhao-kisses​ | @heartskun​ ❤ | @hoshees​ | @hoshiandhearts 

J-N:

@jamjamismyjam​ | @je0nghans​ | @jejublr​ | @jeonghnassi​ | @jeon-wonwon​ | @jinslefteyebrow​ | @kwonsoonshine​ | @linm0mo | @middle-of-a-wonshua-sandwich | @moonlight-jiggy​ | @mukeovernetflix​ | @nct-tae-yong | @nervousatthenightclub​ | @neverknewgrey2016 ❤ | @nunupillie 

O-R:

@oksws​ | @ourstarrywonder​ | @purpleseleva | @queenaliceofthenight | @realstraykids | @ripperoonii​ ❤ | @royalbins​ 

S-V:

@sadienita ❤ | @sefuns​ | @serendipitioustaehyung | @shuvee​ | @smilesohwas​ | @smut-wars​ | @softhaos | @softseventeens​ ❤ | @soft-pentagon | @softwonwoo | @softyexo | @soonyoungz​ | @sparklekook​ | @strgaykids​ | @sugahoshi-t​ | @sundropsoo | @sunburnt4junghoseok | @vixx-me-up 

W-Z:

@wonholdmyheart​ | @wonnhao​ | @wooshooook | @wooyu-niverse | @yeo1 | @yeosprout | @ziyanqyanq

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To Bella: The sassiest, sauciest bitch (and I mean that endearingly). My girl, you are so talented, I’m jealous. Like, your writing is just...it’s art. I could never. Plus, I don’t know of many people who could write while also keeping up with a child. You’re really super mom, and I really gotta give you props for that. I know you’ve been going thru it lately, but you’re a strong, badass bitch, and I know you’ll get through it. I’m always here for you like you’ve been there for me in the past. and if you ever need me to throw hands at any rude ass anons, I’m your gal. 💕

To Ryan: MY SON!!!! I know you know I’d kill and die for you, but friendly reminders are always nice. I really can’t believe we became friends over some svt booty discourse because you are the most pure n precious bean ever. I feel extra protective of you because you’re like my baby brother or something, and like I get really sad when I see you upset (even though I suck w advice and I feel like I never reply wow world’s worst friend award @ me) but I hope you know I’m always going to be here for you, and I swear that one day I will give you the world’s biggest hug. 💘

To Rii: My big ray of sunshine :’). Even though I don’t think we’ve spoken much as of late, talking to you always makes me feel better. You always cheer me on with my writing and reassure me it’s not hot garbage, but honestly, I’m just trying to be as good of a writer as you. You’re one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met, and you’re absolutely adorable, and I love hearing the lil stories from your everyday life that you randomly tell me. I hope you know how much you mean to me, and I hope that you still know that even when my dumb ass forgets to reply lmao. I love you!! 💝

To Koko: The ultimate meme lord. I know we don’t speak as much as we used to, but you’re one of those people that you can’t help but still feel close to just because you’re so...good? Like, I don’t know how to explain it other than that. You’re just so sweet and caring and you’ve always been somebody to try to cheer up others (usually with A+ memes). I love whenever you send me things on twitter (even if it’s of breadstick demon) because like, just that you think of me makes me so happy, and I hope you know that I’m always here for you for literally anything. You’re one of my favorite people. 💖

To Raven: My sweet child :’) (everybody is my child omfg I’m so old). You’re so creative and you’re so helpful and it’s so cute because you love to help and it comes in handy for somebody like me who’s ???? about everything. I’m still forever grateful of your hand in SEVENDREAM tbh, and all of the lil oneshots and such I’ve done before. You always send in requests which makes me happy, but you’re also always there for me whenever I’m feeling down. You are the most adorable lil bean and I’m so thankful to have a friend like you. 💟

To Star: I know you’re the mom, but I always feel a lil weird calling you mom. So, uh...Star. My main bitch. My ride or die. My go-to for just about everything. I know we have like, 4 years between us, but I feel so so so close with you. You’re the one I go to for writing help, for editing, for overall advice, and lately, I can even go to you for Spongebob memes which like, 12/10 friendship right there. You always know how to cheer me up, and you always encourage me to do whatever it is I want to do. You may torture me with breadstick and tree demon, but I love you all the same. 💜

To Cady: Oh my god, my lil cutie pie. I think you were like, the first friend I ever made on here??? That’s a throwback. But listen, I know you’re busy with school and sports and everything, but that doesn’t change anything. We may not talk all the time since you’re busy and I’m busy (and also forgetful; very, very forgetful) but I still care about you so much. I know you get stressed out with things sometimes, but just know I’m always rooting for you, and I’ll always be here if you need anything. I love you so much!! 💞

To Mercy: My sweet, pure lil bean. You’re possibly a real angel?? You’re so sweet and you’re so wise?? Like, I don’t know if I’ve ever described anybody as wise, but it seems fitting. You speak like you’ve lived for years sometimes and it’s amazing. You’ve always been there to help me out with my own mental health, and I hope I can be that friend for you (even if I have no idea how to advice). You’re such a talented writer, and an amazing person all around. You deserve only the best things in life. 💌

To Ellie: My precious gumdrop. You were one of my OG anons back in the day, and now look at us :’). I can’t imagine not having you as a friend, honestly. You’re hilarious, you’re sweet, you love to torture me with Wonwoo but it’s okay because I love you (and secretly love when you torture me, there I said it 😤). I still feel bad about that one time I didn’t know your name bUT I KNOW IT NOW and I promise, I’m still working on that nickname for you. I just want it to be perfect. Like you. I’m sorry, I had to go for the cheesy line. ANYWAY, I love you a lot. 💛

[cubedcoffeecake]

Dudley is Magical AU

* The Dursley’s would have refused to put Dudley in Hogwarts if they were any other family

* But they had Harry, so Hagrid chased them down, and couldn’t bear the thought of a magical child being denied the chance to go to Hogwarts

* So as Harry’s stomach dropped, Hagrid took both Harry and Dudley off to Diagon Alley.

* But Harry was quiet where Dudley was involved, and Dudley extra loud where Harry was involved

* So right from the beginning, Harry was ignored in favor of Dudley, even though Hagrid meant his best

* Because the loudest kid gets the most attention

* Dudley was difficult, and Harry was easy. Dudley complained loudly and frequently, and Harry did whatever he was told, and picked things up quickly

* Most of Hagrid’s well meaning information and speeches were inadvertently turned toward Dudley, and Harry wasn’t paying quite as much adoring attention as he might’ve

* At Madam Malkin’s Draco didn’t make attempts to befriend Harry—Dudley attempted to monopolize Draco’s attention, but Draco was very unimpressed

* Instead of being turned off by Draco’s behavior Harry was quietly snickering with him

* Draco judged Harry as likely awful for being related to Dudley, but Harry wasn’t terribly offended—he would have made the same judgment about someone associated with Dudley

* Dudley wanted the owl Hagrid was picking out for Harry’s present, and Harry didn’t want any more of Uncle Vernon’s ire than he’d already earned

* So Harry insisted he wanted Dudley to have his gift—a cleverly worded excuse that it’d be a gift to see his cousin happy

* And Hagrid was so taken with the sweet, quiet little boy’s devotion to his cousin he didn’t question it.

* Harry didn’t learn he was rich

* Assuming that Uncle Vernon’s money was being taken for his stuff as well as Dudley’s, and Hagrid didn’t think to say anything to the contrary.

* So, Harry is a tag along when the Dursley’s take Dudley to Platform 9 and 3/4

* They’re not happy about all this magic nonsense, but they’re gonna support Dudley anyway

* And Harry’s dragging his own trunk, in horrible clothes, locking his jaw and keeping his eyes on the ground

* Dudley settles down in the first empty compartment he can find and shoves Harry in too

* Starts mocking him, that he’s a waste of space in the magical world too

* And Harry is growing more and more determined to find a place in this new world WITHOUT Dudley in it

* So Ron comes in, and Dudley immediately starts lavishing attention on him

* And lovely as Ron is, he’s always wanted a friend who just sees him

* Harry grits his teeth, knowing that Dudley sees him as a minion, not a person

* But Ron has already latched on to Dudley, and you’d bet Ron’d believe him if he denounces his delinquent cousin over there

* And Hermione comes in, and Dudley sneers, and Harry slips out

* And he finds Draco, who’s looking for Harry Potter, because Harry Potter’s the same age as him and Draco just knows he’ll be on the train

* And Harry asks what’s the big deal with Harry Potter

* And Draco launches into how he defeated the Dark Lord and brought an end to the greatest Wizarding War of history! and so much more because this kid has read everything there is to know about Harry Potter and remembers everything his father had ever told him (and he’s 11 too and hasn’t quite learned to keep some cards to himself yet) (especially when he has a rapt audience)

* Because Hagrid never realized exactly what it meant that Harry didn’t know about the Wizarding World

* And Draco finishes and Harry has hope because he’s not just a waste of space

* And he lifts up his hair and shows Draco his scar and Draco realizes that this kid from Madam Malkin’s is Harry Potter

* But before he can get angry, even if he would

* Harry thanks him for explaining, and quietly, a bit sharply comments that his cousin hadn’t asked about wizarding history when they were brought to Diagon Alley

* And Draco realizes invites his childhood idol to his compartment, and Harry happily joins him

* Slowly Draco begins to piece together that something is very wrong here and Harry really knows nothing about anything and that’s kinda weird?

* So he politely asks about Harry’s cousin this time, instead of judging him on his family connections

* And Harry doesn’t tell him much, but Draco was raised a Slytherin and he can read between the lines

* Harry does not hold to those muggles at all, and he dislikes his muggle cousin more than Draco ever could

* So Draco decides that he’s gonna be Harry’s friend

* And in this world, Harry doesn’t have a problem with that.

* Draco tells Harry everything he can about everything as they head up to the castle—the ceiling, the sorting hat, random facts he read in Hogwarts a History

* And Harry’s endeared, because Draco has made it his mission to make sure no one can rag on Harry because he had the disadvantage of growing up outside the Wizarding World

* The sorting begins

* D comes fast, and after a near hatstall Dudley gets GRYFFINDOR

* (he’s heard about it all train ride—it’s the best house, it’s the right house, everyone who isn’t in Gryffindor is a pushover or nerdy or evil)

* And M comes with an instant SLYTHERIN

* So P comes, and the hall goes silent, and Dudley is confused (later he’ll be fuming)

* And Harry is told he isn’t a waste of space—he can be great

* And the way to greatness holds his new friend (his only friend)

* Harry hasn’t heard any slander against Slytherin in favor of Gryffindor

* But he’s heard Draco talk and talk and talk on the train about all of the great people who’ve come out of Slytherin and all that they’ve done

* Great potion masters who changed the way healing was done, and headmasters who are still household names, and politicians who formed the modern Wizengamot

* And he doesn’t argue with the hat against SLYTHERIN

* The hall is a bit silent for a moment

* And Draco’s too smart to clap before the rest of his table

* But when the entirety of Slytherin does bring up a bit of applause, Draco is the only one whose applaud is more than golf claps.

* The rooms are in the dungeon

* Prefects explain what will be expected of them grade-wise

* But also all of the many tools Slytherin will offer them to meet those expectations

* Tutoring, and extra resources, and office hours w their head of house

* Who dramatically entrances to give them his own speech, more focused on Slytherin’s rich history and the wonders it boasts

* Harry barely holds back a smile when he realizes that this sounds so familiar bc Draco had been reciting from it

* So Harry goes to bed happy, maybe for the first time ever, really,

* Bc he has a home. A home. These people have rules he shouldn’t break for his safety and the house’s reputation (he’s watched Aunt Petunia’s managing the social ladder his whole life; he gets that part), these people will offer him help when he needs it, and hold him up, and maybe, just maybe, some people will enjoy his company, like the nerdy rich boy he seems to have become friends w, if Draco’s rants about “Obviously I should be bedding next to him! We’re friends, if you didn’t notice” are to be believed.

* Dudley has quickly become famous in Gryffindor, too

* By the time they go to bed, it’s common knowledge that Harry Potter really is a snake, has always been an attention seeking problem child, and Dudley’s not surprised he slayed a Dark Lord, he probably wants to be one!

* Snape believes his own speeches about unity far too much to be rude to the boy while giving the unity speech

* But he’s already planning out detentions, and he’ll be having a very serious conversation w that brat if he starts pulling his godson into any trouble.

* Harry wakes up, and gets to wear new robes and they fit

* And Draco claims the green matches his eyes wonderfully

* Draco also tells him all about what they should be learning in their classes that day, and shares w him the answers to all the questions he thinks they might be asked

* And Harry doesn’t remember a half of what Draco’s saying, but he listens attentively bc he’s so touched that Draco cares that he does well his first day in class

* (Not hand-dyed uniforms and being required to fail his classes)

* Breakfast brings jeers from the whole Gryffindor table

* And Harry tenses bc he can see Dudley’s behind it

* And Draco tenses bc how DARE they disrespect HIM, a Malfoy, and Harry?!

* So he sneers and tells Harry that Gryffindors will judge anyone based on nothing

* And don’t know Harry at all

* (A day is quite a lot of time to get to know me, apparently)

* They just want a new reason to vilify their ancient, noble house

* And Harry knows that Dudley doesn’t need a reason to chase you and hit you

* So it’s not a stretch that the rest of the Gryffindors are like that

* And Harry doesn’t sneer, but he’s long perfected an icy glare meant specially for Dudley that is now given to the whole red house

* Draco and Harry sit down and calmly ignore the idiots across the hall as they enjoy breakfast and chatter about how wonderful what they’ve seen of Hogwarts is

* But Draco... he’s a little lost with the food

* He’s always had perfect meals given to him, not a buffet

* So Harry happily steps on to point out what’ll go well together

* “Just wait for potions! If you know so much about food and putting ingredients together, you’ll love it!”

* Professor Snape watches, and plots a little less—a LITTLE—bc this boy will be a menace, but at least he might be a Slytherin of a menace, not a Gryffindor one

* PETUNIA’s son seems to have THAT covered.

* In classes, Harry picks up a bit of Draco’s excitement to learn and they both listen attentively and do pretty well

* Tho how much is natural talent and how much is keeping his cool and letting Draco boss him through the practical Harry doesn’t really know—doesn’t particularly care, either. As long as Draco quiets down when he asks, Harry is happy to let his new friend talk as much as he wants to

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There is actually more! I’ll post it to my Ao3 (cubedcoffeecake) at some point—or here, if y’all really want it.

This was written back in May of this year, and then I totally forgot about it. But like... this is technically my first HP fanfiction? I was really surprised by how much I like this as I read back thru it. I hope you like it too!

[saey-bae]

hc: rfa with tone deaf!mc

here's to all the mcs who can't sing,, 💜 :')

 check out my masterpost here

Yoosung:

yoosung loveslovesloves you,, don’t get him wrong,,,,, you’re so talented and amazing and wonderful

just.....not when it comes to singing

you’re kind of pretty off key for most songs

the only thing he can really listen to you sing is maybe twinkle twinkle little star. maybe.

still, he doesn’t say a word about your singing because you absolutely love singing and he doesn’t want to be the bearer of bad news

“just grin and bear it, mate. it’ll be over soon” idk how much more of this i can take tho

it’s when you decide to try out for the university choir that yoosung starts getting nervous 

oh god,, you can’t sing to save your life,, 

what if people make fun of you?? he doesn’t think he can handle people making fun of you ;A;

“mc, i love you and you’re wonderful, but i only want you singing for me~”

“aw,, baby, i’ll always sing for you, but i reallyreally want to try this out i think i can do it”

you don’t make it is it a surprise, really?

much depressed. so sadness.

he comforts you by making you breakfast in bed and tries to be extra sweet and gentle with you for the rest of the week bc honestly gosh you did try really hard and that earned you brownie points

also makes you brownies 

and he still has to listening to your bad singing,, but he’ll do it with a smile bc he loves you

Zen:

he tries to teach you how to sing

he's been trying to teach you for a while now, actually, though there's been no progress so far....... 

listen,, you've got a good sound, a good vibe going on

you just don't understand the concept of notes, rhythm, or tempo aha

ok maybe you need a lot of polishing but he's too sweet to say anything about the three key changes that you decided to add in, the terrible falsetto, and the... well, that bit right there

however, he's so, so patient with you and he's always there to comfort you when you have a lapse in confidence

it's when he's practicing for one of his musicals that he catches you with one of his scores 

and you're rapping his lines it’s totally not hamilton, your voice no longer soft and sweet, but hard and edgy and your rhythm is perfect and jlvrfbjrfvbjfrcbjfcr

you're spitting fire

and --no pun intended-- that's so hot ??? 

it's then that he realizes you might not be able to sing bc the weird tied notes and dotted quarter notes and difficult rhythms in slow music are messing you up

maybe he can teach you with pop or rock music or something with a definitive beat !!

he's very excited for your next lesson to come bc he knows his jagiya’s going to be i n c r e d i b l e

Jaehee:

this babe is so so so supportive of you, you don’t understand

you were the one who helped her turn her dream into a reality-- you’re her biggest cheerleader, so it would only be right for her to be your biggest cheerleader

it just so happened that you liked singing and you’ve been harbouring the dream of becoming a singer someday since you were a child

ok great,, that’s great !! that is, until she realizes you can’t sing

but even after knowing that, she continues to encourage you bc she loves you

that only prompts you to sing all the time

even when you’re in public

darling, people are staring pls put down the loaf of bread you’re crooning to and let’s move on we need to go pick up some vegetables

she loves how you’ve grown more confident under her praise, even if your singing isn’t great bc she can see how happy you are and you’ve improved. kind of. a little teensy bit.

still, there are days when even she can’t bear the offkey singing

especially in small enclosed spaces, like the car, where your voice seems to bounce everywhere

so she’ll turn up the stereo and drown you out a little

you’ll match the volume

she’ll sing along with you and drown you out

and hopefully you won’t notice

you do, though, and you smile her way bc, although you haven’t said anything, you know you’re not a great singer 

and you love her all the more for being so loving and encouraging

Jumin:

this man will hire vocal teachers for you  

like...........the best of the best-- even the professionals, if that’s who you need to help you

he will buy the nicest mic and headphone set for you, and he’ll commission someone to write music for you personally

he’ll even buy a recording studio he’s already bought actually. you’re welcome.

if your teachers even make slight mention that you have no vocal talent whatsoever.....

“how dare you claim that my wife has no talent? i believe it is you who is incapable of teaching. you are dismissed” 

you know that saying “love is deaf, dumb, blind, and stupid”  ?? well jumin is especially deaf

this man will ask you to sing for him on a regular basis and actually enjoy it bc of your effort

and well,, bc it’s you and he adores you

if the rfa goes for karaoke, well,,, good luck guys you’re gonna need it bc he will insist that you sing just one more song, kitten, please?

the only time karaoke is bearable is when jumin sings along with you bc, let’s be real, this man can sing

and as much as zen hates jumin, he will absolutely go bonkers if he has to hear you screech my heart will go on once more 

so, like the rest of the rfa, he’ll plead for jumin to sing

and right before you start, seven lowkey messes with the mics so jumin’s is just slightly significantly louder than yours

you notice your mic must be broken and juju’s a sweetheart, so he offers to switch

hnnnnnnnnnnng karaoke is always a painful experience with you

Seven:

are you kidding this boi can’t sing either

but hey,, just like you-- he has no s h a m e in singing loudly and proudly, even with his terrible voice

the rfa dreads car rides with the two of you,,,, honestly 

if they didn’t have to take car rides with you, they would so avoid it, but it was much more convenient to take rides together to meetings

still.........

you’re screeching out holding out for a hero at the top of your lungs and it’s a rendition that makes yoosung want to tear his hair out 

you have to be very good at being a bad singer to sing so terribly

seven only tops you because, in addition to that horrific voice of his, he’s singing this while he’s in drag-- in other words, he’s wearing his fairy godmother costume that he so happened to bring with him 

jaehee’s staring up at the ceiling, willing for the time to go faster because please she can’t take anymore of this 

but you and seven? 

the two of you are grinning at each other while you sing, fully aware of the agony surrounding you 

and you’re enjoying it bc you little memes are Chaotic Neutrals and you two live off of their suffering

when the music finally ends, the other members of the rfa are breathing sighs of relief

that’s until seven leans over to fiddle with the stereo and changes the song to friday it’s a tuesday?? and hooooooboy

it is a long, long ride indeed

[m0onbean]

A+ (High School AU!) Special Ending for 400 Followers!

category: FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF, and little bit crack

pairing: eunwoo X reader

note: hi guys! i would like to thank you all for supporting me as i dive into the world of writing on tumblr and express myself through cheesy ASTRO scenarios. we hit 400 followers! WOOT WOOT! so to celebrate, i prepared a special secret ending thus continuing the life (Y/N) and Eunwoo have after reuniting in Korea... i love A+ so much and a wave of nostalgia hit me when i typed the title :') so yeah this is gonna be extra fluffy bc i know how much you guys love fluff <3 tyty ily hope u enjoy and continue to watch me grow here :) (also, if you haven't read the rest of my A+ series yet then please do before you read this chapter because it'll make everything better)

warnings: toddler giraffe sanha and embarrassing teacher names

"Sanha you take that back right now!"

Sanha stuck his tongue out at Eunwoo and continued to jump on the couches while chanting, "I love Mommy better than Daddy!"

"You little piece of shi-"

"Eunwoo! We're going to be late! Also, no cussing in this house!" you rushed into the kitchen with a blazer on, hair tied back, and your dress shoes halfway on your foot.

He sighed in defeat and grabbed his car keys not before so obviously checking you out. "You look amazing babe," he genuinely complimented and kissed your forehead cutely. Your lips curled up as you returned his kiss with a small peck on his lips.

"Ever since we got married, you look a million times better as a husband." you shyly remarked. Although you two were now grown adults who have fully matured, you still can't help but feel shy whenever Eunwoo praises you.

Your husband couldn't control his huge grin on his face for he kept on trying to bite his lip to stop it.

"And you look sexier as my wife," he threw you his cheeky wink that he never stopped using on you since high school.

Alarmed, you quickly covered his mouth with your hands. "Sanha might hear!" you hissed.

He rolled his eyes and took your hands off his face, "Before we literally made out on the kitchen counter while he was sleeping in the living room, and remember that time we-"

Blushing, you put Eunwoo into a headlock so you could silence his forbidden words. Whilst doing this, you called out Sanha's name to inform him that it was time to go.

He came running in with a monkey plushie wrapped around his neck and a striped t-shirt with ketchup stains on. Although only being in kindergarten, he was taller than most toddlers and was extremely playful.

"Sanha... are you sure about wearing that? It's your first day of school and people will think you're messy. Don't you wanna impress some of your classmates?" Eunwoo advised while looking him over judgmentally. You scoffed inside at how your husband treated Sanha like one of his best friends and had very normal conversations with him. One time you caught Eunwoo trying to make a bet with Sanha about which basketball team would win. Hilariously though, Sanha ended up winning and Eunwoo owed him an unlimited amount of bedtime stories and a dog in the future.

Sanha crossed his short arms over his chest, "Well Mommy told me that the first day she met you, you-"

"Okay, time to go!" Eunwoo started clapping his hands and held the door open for you two.

You looked down to your adorable and tall son and ruffled his hair. His wide brown eyes greatly resembled a beagle which you absolutely adored. Although it was vain, you truly felt that your son was the cutest kid in the world. He clung onto your arm as you two exited the house and headed to the garage. As you all stepped into the car and buckled your seat belts, you asked your son if he was nervous for his first day

"Nope."

"You'll probably miss us by a lot~" Eunwoo teased while helping Sanha who was struggling at buckling his seatbelt in.

"I'll miss mommy, not you though."

Shooting him a glare, your solemn husband started up the engine while murmuring swears under his breath. You laughed at the scene, "Sanha, apologize to your dad."

"Sorry daddy..." he regretfully mumbles while looking down shamefully.

"Yeah you better be sorr-"

You jabbed Eunwoo's shoulder and he winced in pain.

"Fine... I accept your apology."

Sometimes it felt like you were raising two children-waitno- monkeys. They would be constantly bickering and roasting eachother but after calling eachother rascals you would find them playing together with action figures and cuddling while watching a movie together. A love-hate relationship was a good term to call it, except the hate was all just jokingly playing around. A complicated/problematic couple was an even better term to call it.

When you all arrived at the kindergarten at last, you realized that it had been YOU who was nervous as hell. As a new parent, it was difficult trying to adapt to the new responsibilities and tasks. Since your son was finally going to school, anxiety was washing over your mind as you were worried about him not making friends, the teachers not liking him or you, misbehavior in class, all those sorts of things.

A reassuring hand clasped yours which snapped your mind back to the present. Eunwoo was staring at you with a calm weather swarming in his eyes. Through his eyes, he was telling you that it will be okay, everything is fine, and that you shouldn't worry.

You squeezed his hand back and offered a small smile. At times like this is when you loved Eunwoo the most. He saved your life from despair, from your toxic mother, horrible life, and basically everything you thought you could handle yourself. He showed you that it's okay to depend on someone for once. Although you couldn't do much for him but offer him your love, he was more than grateful for you to exist.

Your whole family (you still can't help but squirm in happiness at calling you three a FAMILY) exited the car and held hands with eachother. With Sanha in the middle, you never noticed how much he has actually grown.

"Sanha, you're so tall now!" you praised and pet his head.

"You're our mischievous giraffe," Eunwoo sang.

In the midst of walking across the parking lot, a group of ladies were suddenly rushing towards you three and crowding around in a circle.

"O-Oh my god... are you Cha Eunwoo?!"

"I love your songs so much can I get a picture?"

"Wow you're so much handsome in real life..."

"Oh my gosh you're sooo attractive!"

Eunwoo, who was startled, shyly smiled at the women. Sanha widened his eyes in frighten and clung onto your jacket closely.

Clearing your throat, you decided to take initiative. "Hi, I'm Eunwoo's wife and this is my son, and we're here for our child's first day at school. Of course you ladies are welcome to find us after school so we can take photos, but now we are busy."

They all were sort of taken aback but stepped backwards and let you all go. As your family continued to head to the classroom, Eunwoo couldn't help but beam.

"Honey, you're so amazing."

"Mommy that was so cool of you!" Sanha also praised while jumping up and down in excitement.

A pink blush crept up on your face but you only cleared your throat uncomfortably, "Of course. Family is first!"

The moment your family stepped into the classroom, a swarm of little heads came crowding around Sanha. Compared to the other children, Sanha was an actual giraffe. You gave Eunwoo a knowing look and he snorted.

"What's your name?" a girl loudly asked while everybody else examined him from head to toe.

"My name is Sanha!" your son proudly declared with no fear. It made your heart beam in joy at how social and confident he was.

"Why are you so tall?!" another boy with curly hair asked curiously.

"My dad told me I'm all because he stretched me out when I was born!"

Immediately, you turned your face to your husband with a horrified expression. Eunwoo couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles and cover his face in humiliation.

"Wow... uh... that's cool!" the other kids all nodded their heads, not sure what to think about some father gripping a newborn's head and legs, stretching them out like a rubber band.

You smacked Eunwoo's chest and silently scolded him.

"Hi! You must be Sanha's parents!" a sweet voice exclaimed which made you and Eunwoo's head snap in their direction. A short and stout lady greeted you two and shook your hands politely. Her hair was short and curled, giving her the basic stereotypical teacher look.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Ms. Applebum."

A muffled giggle interrupted your conversation. The group of children were all clasping their hands over their mouths once they realized that they all failed to stifle a laugh.

You noticed that Eunwoo too was trying so hard not to snort at the teacher's name. The teacher, oblivious to how embarrassing her name was, simply just smiled at you two and guided you around the classroom.

"You two look so young! Are you newly weds?"

"Ah, thank you. We got married a year ago, actually." Eunwoo answered politely.

"Wow, you two sure are an attractive couple!"

You blushed uncontrollably and tried to hide your face behind Eunwoo's back. He giggled at how bashful you acted whenever somebody complimented how you two were "a pretty couple."

"Why thank you! You too look very young! Are you in your mid-thirties perhaps!"

Ms. Applebum couldn't resist blushing so hard and laughing in joy at his comment. She was overjoyed that a man that looked like he descended from the gods themselves complimented her.

"Ah, you're so sweet!" she shyly laughed and hid her face with her hands. You gave Eunwoo a suspicious look and he just merely shrugged at you in return.

As you and Eunwoo sat down on the carpet with Sanha curled up in your lap, the teacher read out classroom guidelines. Next to you two were other parents as well, paying close attention and trying to manage their wild children.

Sanha looked like he was about to fall asleep, the way his heavy eyelids continuously fell and how silent he grew. You pet his fluffy hair soothingly while listening to the teacher speak.

An elbow nudged your ribs suddenly and you gave your husband a deadly stare.

"What do you want?" you hissed.

"Nothing. I'm just bored LOLZ."

You rolled your eyes at how your husband, a GROWN MAN, literally spelled out "LOLZ." Whenever you talked to him, you felt like you were talking to the same Cha Eunwoo who flirted with you constantly in high school. Well, you technically were...

"Please shut up because Ms. Applebum is providing us with very vital information that we need to acquire in order to survive this whole school year of our five year old son being educated and making new friends," you spat in a low voice.

"But (Y/N)..." he whined and clung onto your sleeve.

"I will actually shove chopsticks up your-"

"Mr. and Mrs. Cha, would you two like to introduce to us your child, Sanha?"

You and Eunwoo exchanged alarmed glances and coughed violently.

"U-uh, yeah! So hi everybody, this is our son Sanha!" Eunwoo gestured towards the cute jumbled up giraffe that was knocked out in your lap.

Everybody flickered their eyes to the snoring mess who was now picking his nose in his sleep(????????????????)

You smacked his hand which caused him to whine in his sleep.

"Fuck truck..." he murmured and sneezed onto your shirt.

A silence filled the air as now everybody in the room had frozen, examining Sanha who was now snoring as loud as the A/C.

You blankly blinked at your cussing toddler who was still amazingly asleep. Ms. Applebum opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it. Everybody was exchanging looks in the room, wondering if they were the only ones that heard it. Eunwoo was now covering his face with his hands, humiliated.

You crawled up in the passenger's seat, burying your face in Eunwoo's chest.

"Why can't everything just go perfectly..." you groaned and Eunwoo sighed in agreement while patting your back.

"Don't be so hard on yourself (Y/N)..."

You loudly sighed, "I can't help but feel like everything is my fault though. I'm responsibe."

Eunwoo stopped hugging you and pushed your body back so he could make eye contact with you. He squished your cheeks, "No... you did perfect as a mother. I'm proud of you because you're such a wonderful wife and mother, and you totally proved your own trash bag of a mother wrong. Compared to her, you're the best mother in the world, and I'm so fucking proud of you for that."

A tear quietly escaped your eye and your lips curled up. Tugging your husband by the collar, you meet his lips and kiss him passionately. After you let go, you ruffle his hair.

"You're a perfect husband too. I grade you as an A+."

He rolled his eyes at the reference. Then he gave you a deep stare which was filled with such intense weather and clouds. Stars danced around in the night sky romantically and clouds roamed around his pupils freely.

"I'm so lucky to have you as my wife, and Sanha as our child. I wouldn't have it any other way."

[lolbtsaus]

Long Distance with Jin

So I made a post about this yesterday and everyone said I should do the series and I really wanted to do it too so I figured I would, I also wanna say thank you to everyone for giving the last series so much love, it means so so much to me, onto the post, to start us off as he always does is the first member of the hyung line, half of Jinkook, an amazingly sweet cutie pie with the sweetest smile, his smile is so warm and welcoming and it lights up his entire face and I love it so much, Kim Seokjin aka Jin

So this series is gonna be about a long distance relationship (ldr for short) with the boys

This is gonna involve college!Jin (here) which features youtuber!Jin (here) for everyone that hasn’t read the original posts, he has a food channel where he does cooking videos but also eating shows/mukbangs and taste tests and all the things lovely and he’s a cooking major

You two had been dating for a while when you went long distance

You meet while you’re in college when you take the same class as him and things just go from there and you live together in a teeny tiny apartment for a good chunk of time before you have to move

You were gonna be studying abroad for a couple semesters, your entire trip would last for a year and for any couple, a year apart from each other is a long time but especially so when you’re recently engaged and are in that extra lovey dovey stage of engagement where you want to do nothing but hold him and plan the wedding 

But you had been saving up for this for so long and you’d planned it out long before you’d even met Jin so you decide to go, with the encouragement of Jin

Of course he wants you to stay with him, who wants to not be able to see their loved one for so long but he knows how much this means to you

He still remembers talking about it on your first date and seeing your eyes light up and he wanted this for you just as much as you wanted it bc one of the most important things to Jin is that you’re happy and content

He doesn’t want you to look back in twenty years and regret not traveling and seeing the world more or doing what you wanted to do when you had the chance to do it so he’s one hundred percent supportive of it

Saying goodbye is s o hard for both of you, he’s trying to cheer you up the entire day but you know that he’s just as upset as you are

You can tell by the fact that he keeps stalling, asking if you have everything, did you forget your phone, charger, did you pack some snacks, some gum???

When he hugs you, he holds on so tightly and he nuzzles his nose into your neck and he’s honestly ready to go buy his own ticket and fly with you bc he doesn’t wanna say goodbye yet but he’s got a job and his own classes and family

He does tear up when he knows he can’t go with you any further but he tries to remind himself that you’ll have so much fun and that you’ve wanted this for so long and that it’s not that long

“They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?? That means I’ll love you even more after this” 

You give him another hug and a kiss and promise to call him when you land bc you’re gonna miss your flight if you stall any longer but you still don’t wanna leave his arms just yet so you let him walk you a bit further before you two have to say goodbye

The entire first night abroad, you’re on the phone with Jin and he’s making you laugh and being so positive but you can still hear that his voice has a bit of sadness in it so you turn the conversation serious bc you don’t want him sad

You two talk it out and you promise you can Skype or Facetime or just call each other every day so it’ll be like you’re still there in your tiny lil apartment that had become home

“I’ll always come home to you, who’s gonna be your taste tester??”

He finally laughs and then you start feeling so much better and so does he

It takes the both of you a couple weeks to get used to not being in each other’s space anymore

After living with him for two years, you had gotten used to waking up every morning to his warm arms and the soft kisses and making breakfast together and having him there to joke around with

You still had a roommate and you knew that Jungkook was staying with Jin for a couple weeks so neither of you were alone but it obviously wasn’t the same

You started watching his videos a lot more, you had always watched his newest ones but now you started to watch the older ones as well and that helped a lot, seeing him so happy and in his element and seeing the way he was such a natural and made everything seem so simple and easy

There’s daily communication to help make the distance seem shorter, sometimes you two will have your Skype up while you study so you can study together like you did in the apartment or while you cook bc then he can playfully scold you whenever you do something wrong

He’s constantly sending selfies/pictures with anything he’s around, whether it’s your favorite restaurant or the boys or whatever he made for dinner that night

You send him plenty of pictures back, especially of the scenery bc it’s a new city, new country, new everything so you wanna share your experience with him

Always always a l w a y s sends a good morning/night text

“Good morning<3″

“Jin, it’s 8 p.m. there”

“But it’s morning for you and I wanted you to wake up to a cute good morning message”

He has to visit you bc he can’t go a year with you in another country so during winter break, he flies over to spend his break with you and he does the same for spring break

You two hug for a good ten minutes and he doesn’t stop kissing you the rest of the day when he gets there and you wanna show him everything

It’s that one scene where you’re staring at the scenery and talking about how beautiful it is but he’s only looking at you

He’s always really affectionate so just imagine what he’s like after not seeing you for a few months, he’s not letting go ever again

He’s so so happy to be able to see the places you’d sent him pictures of and he loves seeing the city through your eyes and finding out what all of your favorite places are, your favorite restaurant, cafe, stores, hang out spots 

“Maybe one day, we’ll buy a home here”

“I like our home now”

“I like anywhere you are”

[pacman-tattoo]

All odd o:

iM GONNA PUT THIS UNDER A READMORE BC ITS LONG…

   1. What is you middle//full name?

i’m not gonna say my full name for privacy purposes, but my first + middle names are Tristen Mackenzie

   3. What is your birthday?

May 23rd!

   5. What is your favorite color?

aw man like… light pink? dark purple? cerulean blue??? all good.

   7. Do you have any pets?

yes!!!! i have a cat and her name is rose and i love her

   9. How tall are you?

5′3″-ish? i’m not exactly sure

   11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

uh… 3 i think? 5 counting both pairs of character shoes though!

   13. What talents do you have?

as a lot of ppl who follow this blog, i’m pretty good at writing! other than that, i like to think i’m pretty decent at singing and acting, and i draw a lot. other than that??? idk

   15. Favorite song?

i answered this but i’ll just add more: A Soft Place to Land from Waitress

also Teen Idle and Primadonna by Marina and the Diamonds!!

   17. Who would be your ideal partner?

alright so like my ideal partner is definitely someone who just loves me for who i am and doesn’t force me to change, y’know? someone supportive who’s kinda ready to take me as i am with all the baggage i have and still loves me in the end but doesn’t take any bullshit? like, they accept i have problems but won’t let said problems excuse my actions. someone who can help me improve on who i am, i guess?

also someone sweet and gentle and just understands, y’know??

idk i haven’t put much thought into a person past that, since i guess all i want is someone who actually gives a shit?

   19. Do you want a church wedding?

uh personally i don’t really care even tho it’d probably piss off my family i guess??? like, it could be or it couldn’t be and it probably wouldn’t make too much of a difference for me because imo it’s a wedding either way???? idk man

   21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

like, me being in the hospital? no. visiting people? yeah

   23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

uhhh i met a guy off of broadway once he was cool i think his name was andrew or matthew or something and he was in pippin and actually was charlemange the night we saw the show!! i wish i could remember his name because he gave me really good advice about basically sharpening what i wasn’t good at when it came to theatre

   25. What color socks are you wearing?

none

   27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

like… i mean, i wouldn’t be against it? as long as it’s for something i’m proud of, i guess???

   29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

nnnope

   31. What position do you usually sleep in?

i usually lie on my stomach when i sleep!!! idk why it’s been kind of a recent thing??? like i use to sleep on my left side for years and over the last year or two i’ve started sleeping on my stomach for whatever reason

   33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

i usually don’t wake up early enough to actually eat breakfast but i like to make scrambled eggs and toast!! because effort

   35. Have you ever tried archery?

no but i want to :’O

   37. Favorite swear word?

eh, probably just ‘fuck’ because i’m not creative

   39. Do you have any scars?

i have a reaaaaaaally faint scar going up my leg from when i did something stupid and was scratched by a wire!!!

   41. Are you a good liar?

depends on the lie and who i’m telling said lie to, honestly.

   43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

uh i can kinda do a russian accent like Stereotypical Russian and i can do a southern accent (which works because i’m from the south but i have no accent i swear), and i can do a kinda posh accent??? idk man i should sit around and just attempt accents one day.

i’m good at mimicking mercy from overwatch sometimes tho but only when i’m playing her because it’s more of me just sitting there echoing whatever she says i guess

   45. What is your favorite accent?

idk my russian accent is at least fun to sit around and say shit in

also just??? idk what you would call it other than Stuck Up White Girl but that’s also kinda fun because i literally will sit around and say stupid shit

   47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

that’s honestly a good question and i couldn’t tell you because i barely remember anything like lemme check amazon because i have this dress??? that was probably expensive

it actually wasn’t too expensive it was only 35-ish dollars??? idk then i tend to not buy expensive clothes

   49. Are you an innie or an outie?

innie

   51. Are you scared of spiders?

hhholy fck yeah i nearly panicked yesterday when there was a spider in my car like i was almost gone but my brother got it

   53. Favorite foreign food?

honestly that’s hard but i??? fukn???? love??? chicken enchiladas????

also does fondue count bc it’s from switzerland and i love fondue like cheese??? good. chocolate??? heaven.

   55. Most used phrased?

probably like “idk man” because i just Don’t Know

   57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

depends!!! sometimes it can be around 30-40, sometimes an hour, sometimes i’ll be ready in 10 minutes i don’t do makeup and throw on something decent

   59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

i tend to mostly suck???? that doesn’t sound sexual i swear why does everything have to sound sexual jfc

   61. Do you sing to yourself?

i think we all know the answer to this one. it’s a definite yes and anyone who thinks otherwise doesn’t know me tbh

   63. Biggest Fear?

dying young, i guess? it’s something that kinda haunts me still and idk of anything that’d be a bigger fear than that for me rn

   65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

idk i rarely watch movies????

   67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

i mean i’d probably leave a few out but i can

i took a thing and i got like, 35-36 out of the 50 so that’s good i guess

   69. Extrovert or Introvert?

def an introvert

   71. What makes you nervous?

what doesn’t make me nervous tho

uh i guess just??? driving in silence makes me nervous

honestly any silence makes me nervous because i need at least some sort of constant noise??? tests are hell, man.

   73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

depends on the mistake??? i tend to but if it’s just something really minor i won’t bother the person.

   75. Have you ever started a rumor?

nah i dont think so. if i have then??? whoops. i know a guy who started (or at least tried to?) rumors about himself tho it was weird

   77. Have you ever drank underage?

not rly??? i’ve had sips of stuff but that was usually with my parents and it wasn’t enough to make me feel anything. altho next time my friend and i hang out without her parents there i might drink a little, just to be able to say ‘i did the thing’ since i kinda wanna do teenage shit while i still can i guess?????

   79. Who was your first real crush?

guy i knew/know (we’re kinda friends??? like we talk but we don’t make extra effort to do so imo???) named jacob!!! he let me down gently because he was also the first person i confessed to, and altho i kinda regret it, i still had that rejection so at least i don’t have to deal with that shit with someone else being “that first rejection” or w/e

   81. Can you roll your Rs?

aaaa sadly no i wish i could tho!!!

   83. How fast can you run?

i don’t think i’m fast but i think i’m fast enough

   85. What color is your eyes?

blue!

   87. Do you keep a journal?

i kinda used to??? i stopped writing in it for a while…   89. Do you like your age?

ehh kinda??? like…? i’m still technically a “““teenager”““ (even tho i technically count until i’m 20 but legally i’m an adult at 18) but it kinda sucks because being 17 is lowkey kinda stressful because woah ur a senior in high school time for u to be forced into thinking you need to choose a good college that will get u a degree for a job you’ll always be in for the rest of ur life and just the fact i’m kinda inexperienced in shit??? i just wanna be smooched before i turn 18 man

   91. Do you like your own name?

i mean??? i don’t like ‘tristen’ but i do like ‘tris’! which is why i go by it online and i try to get ppl to call me it. there was someone i know who was like “no one even calls you that” when i said something about being called “tris” to someone and i’m like… that’s because i never said anything about it before…??? no one calls me tris because i never really went by it before….???

but anyway “tristen” is fine but i will always prefer to be called “tris”

   93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

i’m gonna say i’d love to have a girl but honestly? i don’t really care? if i have a child or if i have children, i just want them to be happy and healthy and feel they can trust me with anything - or at least almost anything, since i never really had that person growing up.

   95. What are your weaknesses?

uh i’m not the strongest person when it comes to physical activities but that’s also because i’m a dumb egg who sucks when it comes to shit like dancing because i kinda throw myself down a hole when other ppl get things and i don’t and i get really self deprecating over shit

also self deprecation by itself is a pretty big weakness.

other than that, i’m kinda messy?? like my room itself is a mess and there’s clothes on the floor and i really just need to take a day and clean up

   97. Were your ancestors royalty?

not that i know of

   99. Color of your bedspread?

uh its too hot for one rn but i have a white one that my grandma bought for me and i use it when its cold af outside

i want this galaxy one that i found tho….

(I SPENT AN HOUR ANSWERING THIS BUT IT WAS FUN OMG…)