#got my assignment back and it's like hs ALL OVER AGAIN

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Literally came here to rant about my mum and I see this. Plus decor cause felt like it teehee✨

[randomshyperson]

Five Times You Go Through Wanda Maximoff's Window - [HS Challenge]

Summary: A clumsy spider and a grumpy witch are roommates in Avengers Tower. And it takes you five missed windows to finally get things right. [Prompt]

Warning: None, fluff and funny, spider!reader and emo!wanda, avengers being a family, happy ending | Words: 2.937k

A/N-> This was such a funny one to write because I always wanted to try the Five Times Prompt! I hope you guys liked it.

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-&-

The first time you missed a window in Avengers Tower, you still didn't know the place properly. 

You had just come out of a fight and your costume was still smoldering. You stumbled between one window and another and thought you had counted the floors correctly when you balanced yourself inside, and almost fell out again when something pushed you.

Your spidey sense acted immediately, of course. It was a disastrous situation, to be honest. You jumped like a frightened animal away from the magical energy of the witch, the true owner of that room and window, while instinctively hitting her right in the face with your webs.

Wanda yelled angrily, and you, hanging from the wall, only had time to fall straight to the floor before she hit you in the chest this time.

Of course, the confusion attracted the attention of the other Avengers - Vision, and Steve appeared just before Nat, the men confused by the whole thing, but the widow, as soon as she saw the younger witch trying to untangle the webs from her face, burst into laughter.

You were blushing a lot when you went to apologize.

"I'm really sorry Wanda, I thought it was my room."

"It's fine." She retorted between her teeth, and it didn't look like it was fine at all. You rubbed your shoulder, the magical blow left your skin sore and Wanda sighed. "Sorry about the hit. I thought it was an intruder."

Natasha interrupted the whole thing with another chuckle, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes that threatened to return every time she looked at Wanda's grumpy expression over the webs. "You two are clearly an example of attention. You've just earned some extra training."

You and Wanda grumbled in unison. Of course, Natasha was just tormenting you and the training was going to happen anyway, because Wanda escaped as many of them as she could and was already getting sloppy, and you well, in the routine of neighborhood friend and university, it was difficult to attend all the Avenger commitments.

Wanda had no trouble hitting you in training, and you almost thought she was doing it with a certain satisfaction. You couldn't blame her, she would certainly have got away with it if it hadn't been for your disastrous encounter earlier.

You just hoped that future interactions between you would be friendlier from then on.

-&-

The second time you missed a window in the Tower, your intention was not to be late.

This was because Natasha had asked - or politely threatened - you to organize your spider routine, if that was possible, and be present at the introduction of the New Avengers.

Well, that was rather unfair. In addition to your full-time job as a New York superhero, you also had college and your job as a Daily Bugle Photographer, so it should be understandable that delays would occur. But maybe that was your fault, for missing three birthdays in a row, and not even making it to Captain America's shield ceremony last month after Steve retired and assigned the job to Sam Wilson.

In any case, you tried to get to the tower for Kate Bishop's introduction to the team and ended up in the wrong room again. 

Only this time it was worse, as you ended up bumping into the owner of the bedroom who certainly wasn't expecting to see anyone.

Wanda didn't fall to the floor with the impact only because you acted quickly and held her by the waist, turning your bodies so that the entire collision was on your back. Half the items in your backpack made a cracking sound behind you, but you didn't have a chance to check.

You were still grunting in pain when she pushed you away, and the action caused her towel to fall to the floor.

"I-I..."

"Don't look, you pervert!" She demanded infuriatedly, her face as red as yours. You turned away immediately, but the bedroom mirror allowed you to see her bending down to pick up the towel and you thought it best to close your eyes tightly.

"I swear to God I didn't mean to-"

"Zip it." She cut in, holding the towel tight against her body. "Out." She ordered, and you didn't need to be told twice.

You stumbled out with your eyes closed until you found the door, and Wanda had to look away and bite her lip to hide her smile for all the times you hit your head on something before leaving.

You didn't find her again until half an hour later when you had already met Kate Bishop and discovered that she would probably be a friend. She was a very funny girl, and your close age made it easy to get friendly with her. 

She had just commented that it was amazing to have another Avenger going to NYU, and how you could go to classes together and have coffee when Wanda reappeared in the room and dropped something in your lap.

You stared wide-eyed at the red spider's underwear, clutching the item as if you expected it to disappear.

"You forgot it in my room." Said the witch with an indecipherable expression, but with eyes sparkling with mischief. Of course, she left out the part about the item falling out of your backpack during the disastrous encounter earlier, and that was enough for Sam to chuckle knowingly with Clint and Natasha from the kitchen counter when they whistled at the comment.

You turned as red as the colored garment. "I dropped it in her room." You tried to clarify in embarrassment, but Clint added.

"Oh, yes, that happens." He taunted, and you huffed in embarrassment as you got up to find your backpack and remove that outfit from their sight. 

You only missed Wanda's satisfied look when Kate didn't invite you to take her to university again and the subject was forgotten.

-&-

The third time was intentional.

The Avengers were going through a very difficult time since the whole Winter Soldier thing became public, and even with Steve retired, Mr. Stark still wanted closure on the murder of his parents with Mr. Barnes. 

It wasn't your business, but at the same time, it was because the Avengers were one big family and anything that happened to one had an impact on the whole team.

The atmosphere was rather miserable because it seemed that everyone was going through heartbreaking situations at the moment. Natasha and the Red Room, Bucky, Tony and Steve's drama, and Kate with her mother's arrest. Then there was Vision and the Space Stone that had been giving him nightmares, and well, Wanda, who was celebrating her first birthday alone since the death of her twin brother.

So the third time was intentional, because you had cupcakes in your backpack that were a bit of a mess, and you only came in after knocking.

Wanda still had to get used to the image of you hanging at that height.

"Hi." She greeted, not hiding her own discontent about that day. You continued to sit on the edge.

"Hey." You said with a small smile, twirling your bag in front of you. " I won't be bothering you, I just came to bring you something."

She grimaced, biting her lip. She wanted to say that you're rarely a nuisance, but instead, she remained silent.

You take out a closed box from your backpack, a little crumpled, but the contents are safe. There are several colorful, well-filled cupcakes from your favorite place in the center. All with little birthday decorations.

"I didn't know your favorite flavor, so I brought you one of each. If you're allergic to anything, we can throw it away." 

Wanda doesn't take the box held out to her. "Hm, I don't... celebrate today." She says clumsily, looking away. You swallow dry, nodding.

"I didn't think so, but I wanted to... I don't even know what I wanted. I'm sorry, that was stupid of me. I'll take these away and leave you alone."

But Wanda grabbed you before you could leave the room, and instead of pulling away, she hugged you. Quickly, as a thank you, but it warmed your cheeks.

"That was sweet of you, okay? Thank you." She murmured just as embarrassed, busying herself with grabbing the box of cupcakes because she didn't know what to do with her hands.

You smiled. "No problem, Wanda." You say, and before you lose your nerve, you add. "To be honest, the cupcakes are just an excuse. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to tell you that I'm here if you need a friend. I know how hard days like these are, and being alone is sometimes not a choice, it's the only option. I wanted you to know that there are people with whom you can share this pain. Or if you don't want to talk about it, these cupcakes."

The next hug is longer and makes you wish you'd missed the window more often, even if this time it was on purpose. Maybe when all the drama has passed, and Wanda trusts you to become friends, the window will stay open for you.

For now, she lets you stay to watch sitcoms with her and grimaces when you stumble out the window to answer a spider's call. 

It's stupidly dangerous, she texts you that afternoon.

You respond with spider and web emojis.

-&-

The fourth time, you were bleeding.

Almost unconscious, and struggling to crawl through the windows. Fearing that the exhaustion and injuries would be enough for your powers to fail, and inevitably cause you to fall from the tower. 

Perhaps it would have been better to take the front door.

You felt yourself losing consciousness, and your right hand detached from the glass. Before gravity could do its job, a familiar prickling sensation covered your entire body and you were pulled into Wanda Maximoff's room.

"What happened?"

She looked worried, almost desperate to be honest. Your appearance was probably not the best. Well, who could blame you? You've just guaranteed New York's safety for a while longer after one of the most intense fights in months. Why do villains dressed as animals always land such hard punches?

You try to smile at Wanda, to make a "You should have seen the other guy" joke, even though Rhino wasn't badly hurt and the victory was more thanks to your new electric friend and his tricks that knocked the big guy out, than to you. Maybe you're losing your grip.

Wanda didn't laugh, her powers put you against the soft cushions and the next thing that left your mouth was a grunt of pain when she touched your ribs.

"I'm gonna call Bruce-"

"No, I'm fine." You tried to move, but your body hated the idea. So did Wanda, because her magic became harder to ignore. "Please, Wands, I shouldn't be out there."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

And you have to ignore the pain to keep talking and try to look casual about it with a shrug that makes you wince. "I was still recovering from the last fight. I thought I could handle it."

"You're unbelievable." She grumbles, seeming to remember beyond her own busy routine, the image of your bandaged arm after the last villain you encountered. Clearly, it had been against the advice of the rest of the team that you had joined another fight, and obviously, the consequence of your stubbornness was swinging yourself utterly wrecked into her window at dawn. "You need an x-ray."

You groan but are unable to resist her magical efforts that force you to your feet and drag you into Bruce's lab.

The whole thing becomes a blur in your injured head. But you know that you've been given a hard time by at least half the team, until the medication kicks in and you feel better enough to realize that you're already lying on a bed, with Wanda Maximoff beside you.

"Sorry about the scare." You mumble, and you don't need to clarify any further for her to understand exactly what you mean. You know you'll probably have to work harder than that to remove your nearly dead figure from her memory, but that's a start.

Wanda doesn't take her eyes off the book but sighs. "It's okay." 

You know that's not true. So you try to be honest with her.

"Today is one year since Aunt May died." You say quietly, just loud enough for the two of you in the Avengers' infirmary room to hear. Wanda immediately raises uncertain eyes. It's your turn to sigh and look away. "I just... couldn't keep myself from doing anything. When Miles' suit warned me about Rhino, it was the perfect distraction."

Wanda absorbs your words for a few seconds until she puts the book aside. She leaves the armchair and approaches the bed to sit down next to you. 

"Next time, ask me to distract you." She says, one of her hands going up to your face and caressing some of your bandages. "We could watch a movie, or go out to eat. Or even..."

But she doesn't finish, her cheeks suddenly reddening. You give her a lopsided smile. "What?"

"I don't know, anything you want." Says the witch, turning her face away. 

Mentally thanking Bruce for the painkillers that allow you to move, you sit up properly to lean toward her. "All right, I have a suggestion." You whisper, and it's the first kiss between you as you break the distance.

Wanda's lips are soft against yours, shy as she never is. Only with this kind of thing, of course. The goth girl who won't let anyone give her a bad look and has a punk attitude all the time, but can't keep her gaze if you wink at her from across the room. And always blushes when you text her that she looks pretty when she's concentrating on the Avengers meetings.

She's the one who separates, although just as breathlessly, she warns: "I'm still mad at you."

You bite back a smile, absorbing for a second the image of her swollen lips and flushed face. "Well, I suppose I should distract you from your anger then." 

She snorts good-naturedly at the statement, but you kiss her before she can comment. The two of you keep smiling throughout.

-&-

The fifth time, it's a new window.

Well, actually it's a whole new place because Wanda Maximoff has left Avengers Tower and moved to suburban New Jersey. And you were late.

The whole team had already helped with the move and left after an afternoon snack at Wanda's new house. For the first time in a long time, New York had no villain after Spidey, and you were stuck in university bureaucracy.

You apologized dozens of times by text message for not being able to help with the move, and in fact, the whole team laughed at the situation. It was just bad luck that you missed such a fun afternoon.

It was late evening when you arrived on the dark balcony. Through the windows, the lower floor was empty and perhaps you had strange habits because you didn't even consider just ringing the bell. One tug of the webs and you were at the second-floor window, tapping on the glass for Wanda to let you in.

"We have a door, you know." It was the first thing she said. And you smiled, slightly distracted by the figure fresh out of the shower, still with damp hair.

"We?"

She scrunched her nose, her hands working to remove your backpack and jacket. "It's just semantics." She retorts, but you keep smiling. You let the jacket fall into the backpack on the floor before sliding your hands around her waist. 

"Oh, of course. For a second I thought you had found a roommate." 

She rolls her eyes bemusedly. "You know the invitation still stands."

You smile, your anxious fingers drawing patterns across the exposed skin at her waist. "Well, Captain Rogers' influence is making me a bit old-fashioned but before I move I'd like to do a few things first."

"Hm, is that right? Like what?"

Shrugging as if your heart wasn't racing in your chest, you retort. "Like... marrying you, for example."

Wanda hesitates, surprised more than anything. She looks at you as if she's trying to decide if it was a joke, but you don't feel her magic in your mind. 

"Do you really mean that?" She asks almost unsurely, and you sigh before letting go. You duck down to pick up your backpack again and reveal the real reason for the extra half hour of your journey from the university.

A little velvet box hidden in the front pocket. 

"I was saving it for our anniversary, but I don't think there's such a thing as the right moment. Every day I'm ready to marry you, and I don't need a dinner party for that." You declare nervously and swallow dryly when you meet your girlfriend's watery eyes. "B-but I can totally ask you next week-"

She breaks into a tearful laugh, pulling you close again. "Shut up, you fool."  She says practically against your lips before kissing you hard.

It's only later in the evening, after you've laughed and kissed and lost yourselves in hours of pleasure exploring each other's bodies, for the first time holding hands with golden rings on your fingers, that you, still breathless with Wanda almost asleep against your chest, ask:

"That means yes, right?"

She uses magic to throw a pillow in your face.

[3liza]

What is the difficulty curve like for american schooling? What is the usual pass/fail threshold? Here it is 50% with the peak of the bell curve (intentionally set and recalibrated every year) at 70%, so you get at least ±2 STDs of student marks captured between 50% and 90%. Which makes me think the exams/assignments themselves must be more difficult than their american versions. Ive heard that in some schools anything below 70% is an F, can that be true? The exam itself has to be easier in that case, surely

i might be the wrong person to ask, and not only because im not an expert or informed about the details of the current American school system, and im approaching middle age so my experience is now out of date, so maybe an actual teacher can correct me, but my experience in american K-12 education was that everything is made up and the points dont matter. i dont think it's standardized here at all. each teacher had their own grading opinions and some classes i went to were on a curve, some weren't, some were pass-fail, "cool' teachers would often say stuff like "everyone in here has an A right now. the only way you will lose that grade is by not showing up and not doing you work" and then would ding you points every time you fucked up, etc.

i have absolutely no idea what my HS GPA was, never cared about participating in graduation so i didn't go, and I think iirc I graduated late anyway (or they were threatening to withhold my diploma or something?) because of fucking gym credits (i have a connective tissue disorder, exercise-triggered asthma, crippled knees, and POTS, and kept telling adults that the stuff we were doing in PE class was hurting and injuring me, to which they would respond that i was "out of shape"), which my lawyer mother managed to get dropped from my graduation requirements by successfully proposing that my after school activities like dance and semi-pro theater and bartering stable work for horse riding time were sufficiently athletic to quality as PE. she was right btw i was working my ass off. anyway thanks mom. but again this is equivalent to Ryan Stiles successfully arguing that Drew Carey should give him ten points for the improvised limericks about the battle of Thermopylae instead of 3, and then Carey doing so.

TEST SCORES are standardized, and the Bush-era No Child Left Behind reforms turned my HS from a school where you go to class and do schoolwork into a test prep and test taking warehouse over one summer. it was an actual nightmare. i also dont know what my test scores were. probably bad

so basically my experience was that i never knew what my GPA was anyway because i both didnt care, and also whatever counted as a "credit" wasnt standardized either so it was impossible to keep track of. the causative order of these two things could go either way, idk if i didnt care because grades were too confusing, or if grades were confusing just to me because i didn't care.

edit: i also didn't have any friends who knew/were keeping track of what their GPA was during school. people either graduated or dropped out nd some of them got sent to summer school ("bad kids") and we would see the scores marked on assignments when the assignments were handed back, but cumulative, ongoing awareness of "how well are you doing in school officially"? maybe there were really on-the-ball kids who knew this information but if there were i never heard anyone talk about it and had no awareness whatsoever where any of my peers stood in school credit rankings.

[study-with-aura]

Friday, February 23, 2024

I am posting this on Saturday because H's mom needed to drop her off early since something came up on her end, so I never got the chance to post my Friday update. We had fun though. I still had my piano practice to do, so while I practiced, she worked on a few things that she needed to finish. On the other hand, she did say that my playing was beautiful, and I was elated to hear.

H also plays, but she goes back and forth between enjoying it and doing it because she wants to be done with it and her mom wants her to at least complete Level 10 and then if she wants to stop, she at least knows how to play extremely well in case she ever wants to come back to it in the future. I told H a while back when that was decided that I agreed with her Mom. It was good to at least have the knowledge as she didn't know what she would want in her future, so she plays often when she's in the mood and not often enough when she has no motivation. It works for her, so who am I to say anything?

I plan on doing ARCT and then I'll feel like I've mastered to where I want to be. I'm a completionist, and I actually do enjoy playing. It's why I'm trying to find more time. I want to finish by the time I finish my HS studies, but I also heard that I need ample time for the ARCT since it's a whole other level. If I pass my Level 9 exams, then I can start Level 10 and plan on completing that by the end 10th grade and then I would have two years to prepare for the ARCT exam. That's my plan anyway. My parents don't really care what I do as long I continue to enjoy playing. It's merely hard to find the time to practice! I can only do it by cutting short my supplemental study time, which I have done, but I don't really need a full 2-3 hours for that since I cut my reading down to only one extra book at a time instead of a supplemental book and a fun book along with assigned readings.

Am I doing too much? Sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough at all.

It's time to practice again. I'll try to update about today (Saturday) a bit later.

Tasks Completed:

Geometry - Reviewed solving systems of equations graphically + reviewed equations of parallel and perpendicular lines + learned to find the distance between a point and a line + learned to find the shortest distance between two parallel lines + practice + honors work

Lit and Comp II - Reviewed Unit 16-18 vocabulary + read second part of chapter 26 of Emma by Jane Austen + read about understanding poetry + read about how to analyze poetry + read poems and marked figurative language identified + wrote a short poem using figurative language describing a scene from a photograph

Spanish 2 - Copied new vocabulary

Bible I - Read Joshua 17-18

World History - Watched lecture videos on what and why on the origins of WWI + started writing an essay describing how Balkan nationalism, entangling alliances, and militarism led to WWI (due Monday)

Biology with Lab - Finished my human impact presentation + presented to dad

PE/Health I - Read an article about resources for teen depression and stress

Foundations - Read the definition of resourcefulness + completed one minute creativity exercise + identified fallacies in stories and arguments

Piano - Practiced for two hours in one hour split sessions

Khan Academy - Completed World History Unit 6: Lesson 1 (parts 6-7) + completed High School Geometry Unit 6: Lesson 4 (parts 1-3) + Unit 6: Lesson 5 (some was assigned)

CLEP - None today

Duolingo - Studied for 15 minutes (Spanish, French, Chinese) + completed daily quests

Reading - Read pages 220-259 of My Dear Henry: A Jekyll & Hyde Remix by Kalynn Bayron and finished the book

Chores - Dusted my bedroom, my bathroom, and the study + laundered my bedding

Activities of the Day:

Personal Bible Study (Matthew 28)

Ballet

Pointe

Journal/Mindfulness

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What I’m Grateful for Today:

I am grateful to have my friends over again tonight for a sleepover to get ready for our second to last cookie booth tomorrow.

Quote of the Day:

Never underestimate the power of dreams and the influence of the human spirit. We are all the same in this notion: The potential for greatness lives within each of us.

-Wilma Rudolph

🎧Symphony Op. 11 No. 1 in D major (Overture; 'L'amant anonyme') 1. Allegro - Joseph Bologne, Chevalier de Saint-Georges

[seamingleecomplex]

Stumbled across info that a cosplayer that I used to go to HS with was caught up in a thing where her and her boyfriend were predatory and abusive twords other cosplayers and they encourage and pressured them to do nsfw content.

While i wasn't expecting this turn I'm also not surprised she's this kinda back stabby. When she was starting her patreon back when I was doing it regularly she came to me for advice and asked what I did. I told her, gave her a pretty detailed description and answered all of her questions. Then when she launched her patreon she used all of my advice (which is fine i like it when people use my advice) but she thanked everyone who she talked to, helped, and inspired her to make it and tagged them, excluding me(which is the part thats not okay). And I noticed all of the ones she tagged were people with larger followings. So I'm not even sure if she got help from other small creators only to ignore them.

Then also when I was starting/wanting to do photoshoots my sister got me in contact with her friends who were in photography classes in college. So it was a win win situation, they would have someone to be a live model for different assignments and I would get costume pictures. The first guy i worked with was mainly a car person. Didn't have anything on his insta except for cars. When we were doing the shoot i posted some stories of my costume, the schools studio we were in, and one of a pic that was just taken that I liked. Later in the day at lunch he showed me that she had sent him multiple messages saying how she loved his cosplay photography work, was a huge fan, and really wanted to work with him.

And again the only cosplay photo of his she could have seen was the one I posted which was a raw pic of a simple standing pose on a monitor. Yes it was a great photo and I loved it but at the same time there wasn't much to it at that point. It was honestly the most basic pose for his assignment in the beginning of the day we took before the more exciting and experimental shots.

The way she was fawning over his cosplay work when he hadn't even finished even going through the pics we took for his first cosplay shoot that day made him uncomfortable.

That was at the point where I unfollowed and blocked her. Just every interaction I had with her was making me more and more uncomfortable, and I was seeing the pattern of her not only using me but attempting to use the people around me.

Like I said, I wasn't expecting the extreme she is at now, but I'm not surprised

[icanandwillcry]

Me; The Yuki You Know

This is my first post on Tumblr so I decided to introduce myself with this 20 facts about me.

BTW if you know me from IRL, you'll know like, who's writing this(?) idk how to phrase it. But chances are, you came from my insta bio.

My name is Yuki (if you didn't know) and the kanji I was "assigned" is 幸.

I'm fluent in English, Korean, and semi fluent in Japanese.

I'm an ISFJ-T 4w3

I'm a huge MBTI enthusiast and can and will ask you your MBTI and memorize it all.

I like all sorts of art! (digital, traditional, writing, photography, acting, voice acting, etc.) Speaking of which, I'm currently writing a psychological thriller book, and I also auditioned for a voice acting company in Japan, but I didn't pass the first screening TvT so I'll probably try again next year.

I'm super into anime and games, so feel free to talk to me abt those! My current fandoms are: A3!, Criminal Minds, Viral Hit, Teenage Mercenary, Spy X Family, and more.

My favourite voice actors are: Seiya Konishi (also stage actor), Junta Terashima, Yuuki Sakakihara, Soma Saito, Yuusuke Shirai, Gakuto Kajiwara, Kana Hanazawa, Saori Hayami, Ayane Sakura, and Ayana Taketatsu.

My favourite stage actor is Keisuke Ueda.

My favourite A3! Song (they got so much and they're spoiling us help) is probably Double Solitaire.

My favourite overall song is Pomegranate by Soma Saito.

I'll either be super active for long periods of time or inactive for who knows how long jnsfknkvnsdj

I'm really into fashion and makeup too, which were one of my childhood dreams (fashion designer and makeup artist) but my first dream was to become an actress. Now, my dream job is to be a voice actor in Japan while taking on psychiatry on the side.

If you give me a book to read with an interesting bond with two characters, I'll look up for fanart and fanfics of them, and if I don't find jack shit, I'll do it. I'll fuckin' do it and nobody can stop me.

I'm really salty about this one but I used to be 164.5cm, and like, a week after my AP finals I checked it again and I FUCKING SHRUNK. I SHRUNK 1.3 CM. HOW.

I love to cook. Mainly simple dishes but I can make something fancy if I had to. If I had the time to, I'd cook for our family daily but High School likes to fuck over our schedules so I can't.

I clean when I get stressed, but the thing is, I get stressed so much that sometimes there isn't much to clean so I'd like, hold back my tears, mess up my room, and re-clean it. That was like, up until two months ago. After that, now I just... empty my closet and fold everything back in. Everything but the stockings.

I had like, a bunch of sheer tights, right? Like, a crap ton before I started attending my current HS. The reason for that's because we have a uniform (button up, tie, cardigan, hoodie, blazer, skirt, the works) and I always wear stockings. Otherwise I feel naked, and that applies with any skirt I wear. But anyways, I had a shit ton of stockings right? And now that sophomore year's practically over, I kinda realized how many stockings I've ripped. For you creeps wondering why, I didn't do anything kinky. I don't even fall or anything. I actually don't know why my stockings rip so much, and I'm underweight so it's not light my leg fat would just PSSHHT it open? And it's always the knees. Are my knees that sharp? That's just a question for another time tho.

I play 5.5 instruments. I'm saying 5.5 because I haven't gotten the full hang of viola yet and it's just something I've kinda messed around with in my free time. The rest are (in order of comfortability): Violin, Bass guitar, Electric/acoustic guitar, Drums, Piano.

My actual voice is on the lower side. I'm a bit self conscious abt it tho so I kinda tone up? or like, speak in a naturally higher pitch and people don't know that it's not my real voice. I can hit some low notes too, I think I can go down to a D3? Idk how high I can go up to but I can cover the full alto range and probably mezzo or soprano... My other ranges for voice acting is like, typical lolita voices (yk, the cutesy stuff), a bit of shouta voices, yandere laughs (is that even a thing), snobby asshole person voices, and guys.

I'm dyslexic (it's not that bad compared to others) but I've practiced reading lots and now people think I'm lying when I tell them I'm dyslexic xD

[scabopolis]

Omg congrats on 600 followers! Honestly any fake dating with Jonah x Amy would be amazing, although I love number 44 and/or 48 on your Google Docs <333

This is my first Jonah x Amy fic and I offer two caveats: 1) I’m still not sure if there is a particular vibe people who read for this pairing preferring, so...here we are, and 2) I have only made it through 4x12 of Superstore but am pretty familiar w/ what happens the rest of the series. 

Prompt: “You know we’re not actually dating, so why did you propose to me in front of my family?” / “I’m sorry, I panicked.” --- Title: the scene of the complication Fandom: Superstore Pairing: Jonah/Amy Other Characters: My crippling insecurity writing for a new fandom, sleep soft mornings, dumbs being dumb (but, like in a cute way) Additional Tags: friends to lovers (or idiots to friends to lovers??), fake dating shenanigans, alternative universe where Amy’s HS pregnancy test was negative and she and Jonah met in college Word Count: ~2,100 ---

It started with a chance meeting ten years ago, and somehow it’s brought Amy Sosa here: awake in her childhood room with Jonah Simms beside her, sleeping off upwards of half a dozen tequila shots. Maybe she shouldn’t be surprised. She knew that day they met in the lecture hall that Jonah was a person who would make her life exceedingly more complicated. 

And ten years later, here they are, practically leaving complicated behind in the rear view mirror. 

(“What are two hopes and one fear you have for your first lecture on your first day of college?” the guy sitting to her right asks. 

Amy doesn’t answer at first but this stranger just waits for her, all blinking, bright eyes and freshman eagerness. It’s barely morning. Is this her life now? 

“Hope one,” she says, holding up a finger, “that I’d sit next to someone quiet. Hope two,” she holds up another, “that no one would talk to me before I managed to find coffee.” She holds up a third finger. “And this moment right here is what I feared.” 

For some reason, her shortness delights him. His smile is open and affectionate, and he nods in appreciation. 

“Noted.” 

And Amy fully intends to never speak to this wide-eyed panda boy ever again, but then their General Psychology professor informs the class that the person they’re sitting next to will be their assignment partner for the semester. 

The next lecture her partner – his name is Jonah, she learns – brings her a cup of coffee and doesn’t speak a word until she takes a long sip. 

Complicated.)

Jonah snuffles in his sleep, his eyelids fluttering slightly. His hair is doing that thing it does when he’s hot or drunk or has run a hand through it too many times, where a single lock of hair hangs in the middle of his forehead. Amy resists the very real urge to brush it away. Because, yeah, she has those kinds of thoughts a lot and they also make things complicated. They’re friends. Maybe even best-friends, but definitely not ‘tenderly brush a lock of your hair away’ friends. 

Do those kinds of friends even exist? 

Jonah stirs again, and now that it’s clear he’s actually waking up, Amy reaches for her phone and opens Candy Crush. The last thing she needs is to get caught staring at him like some weird stalker.

“Oh, god,” he groans, his voice scratchy. He stretches out with another groan, his foot bumping against Amy’s as he does. Rather than move away, he kind of just rests it there on top of hers. And this is something she is all too familiar with. Drunk and/or hungover Jonah is yet another complication. More accurately, his propensity to cuddle indiscriminately is a very real complication. 

“I need—” Amy reaches for the glass of water on her night stand and hands it to Jonah, stopping him mid-thought. “Do you have—?” She hands him two ibuprofen. “Thank you,” he says. 

“You’re welcome.” She looks back at her phone. 

Jonah swallows the two pills and drinks the entire glass of water, and then lays back down, curling slightly into Amy’s side.  

“I made so many mistakes last night,” he says.

“I’m aware. As are your 80 Instagram followers.” 

“I liveblogged it?” 

“And tagged everything with the hashtag ‘best noche ever.’” He groans again and turns his face into Amy’s side. She sets her phone back on the nightstand. “What got into you?” 

“Your dad is intimidating.” 

“My dad?” 

“Yes. Your dad. And then he and your brother kept pouring me shots—” 

“I knew this had Eric’s fingerprints all over it.” 

“Well, it was kind of my fault, too.” 

She frowns. “What do you mean?” Jonah doesn’t answer and Amy kicks him under the covers. He looks up at her. His eyes are red-rimmed but also so sleepy and soft. Complicated. “Jonah.” 

“They kept asking me questions. About you and me. And I was so worried I’d say something wrong, I kept taking shots to avoid answering.”

“You could have found me.” 

“I know, but—” he trails off. 

“But what?”

“I want them to like me.” 

“Oh, Jonah.” She gives in and brushes the lock of hair off his forehead, and he looks up at her. “They’ve known you for 10 years. They’re never going to like you.” 

“Thanks, I feel so much better.” 

“I do have one more question.” 

“Okay.”

“You know we’re not actually dating. Right?” 

He closes his eyes and nods. “No. Yeah. I know.” 

“So why did you propose to me in front of my family?” 

“I panicked.”

“Panicked?” 

“Your dad asked what my intentions were, and there were just so many shots. 

“And that’s why you shouted ‘I intend to marry her!’?” 

Jonah flips the comforter over his head. “I just got wrapped up in it all.” His words are muffled from under the comforter.

She’s glad for the moment of respite, with Jonah unable to see her. If Amy didn’t want things to careen so off track, she probably shouldn’t have agreed to let him come to her dad’s retirement party as her fake boyfriend. 

(“I don’t see what the problem is,” Jonah says, spooning more cashew chicken onto his plate. “You don’t still have feelings for Adam, do you?” 

“No. No. God no,” she says. “Absolutely not.” 

“Alright. I’m clear on the no.” 

“It’s just the last time I saw him— Well, you know.” 

“I recall, yes.” 

And he does. Jonah knows all about Amy’s high school boyfriend. The one she liked but never quite loved. The one she broke up with when the pregnancy test came back negative. The one she slept with again the summer after their senior year of college. 

(An event that occurred in no small part because Jonah was dating Mindy and the two of them were talking about moving in together. Maybe moving to the west coast together and Amy realized there was a very real possibility she was going to be left behind. 

Jonah doesn’t know that part of the story.) 

Adam is also the guy who thought having sex in her childhood bedroom meant Amy wanted to get back together. He’s the guy bringing his very beautiful fiancée to her dad’s retirement party. Because he’s also somehow the guy who still helps her dad with home improvement projects. And Amy is just Amy – the one who doesn’t visit St. Louis enough, and is using her very expensive liberal arts degree to work as a survey researcher for Cloud9, meaning she’s basically paid to manipulate shoppers. 

And, not that it should matter, but she’s also very single. Has been for a while now. 

She mostly blames the man stealing chow mein from her plate for that. She blocks Jonah’s chopsticks with hers, and a piece of cabbage goes flying. 

“Stop that,” she says. 

“You’re not eating it.” 

“I’m too annoyed to eat.” 

“If you only ate when you weren’t annoyed you’d starve.” 

“I hate you.” 

She pushes the chow mein around her plate. God, when she thinks about it, this really is Jonah’s fault. If she could just find a way to get over this stupid, dumb, little crush that has creeped up – without her permission, mind you! – then maybe she could actually—

“I could do it,” Jonah says, interrupting her thought spiral. 

“Do what?” 

“Go with you to your dad’s retirement party. Be your fake boyfriend.” 

“You think that’s a good idea?”

“I think it’s a great idea. Besides, I am very close to getting your dad to like me.” 

“He’ll never like you.” 

“It’s not that I didn’t like the painting—” 

“—How would this even work?” she asks, cutting him off. 

“I don’t know,” he says. “I think we act like we normally do, but maybe you can hold my hand and be nice to me.” 

“Eww.” 

Jonah smiles around a large bite of cashew chicken. She really needs to stop hanging out with him so much – he’s become immune to her insults. It’s rude. 

And him as her fake boyfriend is a terrible idea. Truly awful. If Amy is looking to get over her crush and make things between her and Jonah less complicated, there are better ways to do it. 

Except. 

Except she kind of wants to. 

“Okay. Let’s do it,” she says. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes,” she says decisively. “But if you try and kiss me, I’ll cut your lips off.” 

“That seems like a proportionate response.”)

“So, to be clear, I told you kissing wasn’t allowed, and you thought that left proposals on the table?” 

He groans again from under the comforter. It’s a little sad and a lot pathetic. Poor guy. 

She pats the comforter in the area of what she hopes is his shoulder. As annoyed as she is at having to untangle these threads, it’s not his fault. Not really. She knows her family is relentless. Amy slides down and flips the comforter over her head as well. 

Jonah rolls over onto his side to face her. Amy does the same. 

“It was better than Adam’s proposal.”

“Adam proposed?” 

Amy nods. “Ish. If I remember correctly he said, ‘I’ll marry you if I have to.’”

“Yikes.” 

“Right?” It’s cozy under this blanket. Intimate even. “You did say some nice things. Even if they came out kind of slurred.” 

“Amy—”

“Sexy, huh?” 

“I really didn’t mean to shout that to all of your dad’s—”

“Because it’s not true?” 

“No!” Jonah winces and Amy isn’t sure if it’s ‘I have a hangover’ induced or ‘I am revealing too much’ induced. “It’s true. Of course it’s true. You are very, you know.” 

“Sexy on a completely objective level? Or, are you saying that you, yourself, Jonah Simms, think I’m sexy?” Jonah goes completely still. Amy isn’t even sure he’s breathing. It’s entirely uncharacteristic and a little unnerving. She pokes his cheek. “Are you blushing?”

“Big time, yeah.” 

That does enough to break the tension under their blanket enclave, both of them laughing, at first awkwardly and then more genuine. Once they stop to catch their breath, Amy notices they’ve shifted closer together. 

This would be the perfect moment to flee from the scene of the complication. But the complications don’t seem so terrible at this specific moment. She blames that lock of hair of his.

“How long have you held this opinion?” Jonah frowns at Amy’s question. “Regarding my sexiness?” she clarifies. 

“Amy—”

“What?” 

“What are you doing?” 

“I just want to—”

“Really? You really want to have this conversation?” 

Jonah stresses the ‘you’ and Amy knows why he does. There isn’t a topic or feeling that is off-limits to Jonah – he’d happily discuss every feeling he’s ever had. It’s her. It’s always her. 

Their faces are so close they’re practically sharing the same pillow. It takes no effort at all for Amy to close the distance between them, lightly brushing her lips against his. As quick as it began it’s over, and even in the dim light under the comforter, Amy can see Jonah’s eyes blown wide. She’s sure she looks just as shocked and she’s the one who did it.  

“You said if I kissed you you’d cut off my lips.”

“Which is why I kissed you.”

“Oh,” he nods. “Makes sense.” Jonah taps out a slow but erratic rhythm against the side of his leg. She just knows he’s trying to stop himself from verbalizing every single thought in his head. “To be clear, was that a friendship kiss, or—” 

So Amy kisses him again. This time Jonah recovers quickly from his shock, winding a hand into her hair, his palm cupping the back of her head. It’s just unbelievably good. 

“Okay,” Jonah says, his voice unsteady as he pulls away. “That answers that.” He traces her jaw with his thumb. “Any chance we could do it some more?” 

Amy rolls onto her back, putting some distance between them. “I don’t think so.” 

“Wait. What?” 

“Your breath is awful.” 

Jonah breathes into his hand and sniffs it to confirm. “What if I brush my teeth?” 

Amy sighs, long and exasperated. “I suppose that would be—”

Jonah is out of the bed in seconds, scrambling for his overnight bag, and Amy presses her lips together to hide her smile. From the way Jonah smiles, soft and delighted as he backs out of the room, she isn’t fooling anyone. 

So far past the point of complicated, she thinks, her heart still racing. But then again, maybe complications that make her feel like this are okay.

[pluviophile-imagines]

Could I ask what your sexuality headcanons are? I love comparing mine with other peoples’!

Ok second half of this; this is just like. non-students who i Actually have thought about HJBAFV not at all a comprehensive list. Again disclaimer i write all these chars as bi in my fics, also i am bi myself so the vast majority are also bi, and also leaving a lot of these vague so u can imagine ur favorite ship or urself or w/ever

ok lets start this off with Aizawa. I think....... hes another one who's rlly unlabelled, doesnt super care to think it through and define it, but calls himself gay bc his interest in women is very, very rare and it's just way easier to say than explain all that. Definitely do buy into the idea that he had a crush on Oboro in hs but i do NOT buy into the easermic agenda sorry. Definitely not someone who goes looking for dates, but doesn't say no if someone asks him and hes interested (also im not gonna give her a whole section but i saw a hc a while back that the Ms. Joke stuff is literally that shes a lesbian and hes gay and shes fucking with him and i love that so much i just wanted to put it out there)

on the topic of the erasermic agenda: Hizashi's pan and knew it before HS, had a sudden & intense crush on Aizawa for the first month they knew each other and then immediately got over it in favor of a similar sudden, intense, and then immediately fading crush on Midnight. Hizashi and Aizawa r just rlly good friends imo; maybe they messed around for a bit in their twenties but it never went anywhere serious. He dates around a lot, not even necessarily to settle down just to have some fun

Midnight is aro/ace but does get in qprs & gravitates towards women wrt that. Most people dont read vigilantes but theres a woman in that, Kazuho, who i imagine she's been in a long-term qpr with; her relationship with aizawa and hizashi leans a little more towards a qpr than a normal friendship, too, but it's not rlly defined that way

All Might is married to justice queer but v much not interested in relationships. He and that one guy from the first movie are ABSOLUTELY exes and i won't hear otherwise; it's the only relationship he's ever had, and they broke up bc he had to go back to japan. He was heartbroken but did eventually get over him; his lack of romance afterwards is from genuine disinterest and not being hung up on his past. I can see him finding someone else in his later years, after he's retired. Definitely feels like he's not worthy of it tho

Hawks is bi but unfortunately didn't get to figure that out until like Now in the timeline...... if youll let my dabihawks history shine through i think dabi was the reason JHBASFGJHB he was basically brainwashed by the commission to become a hero so he didnt have time to Figure That Shit Out; he knew he was into women bc that was easy & what the commission expected from him but then he started this undercover assignment and met dabi and realized Oh...... Fuck. Hawks is hard tbh, bc i think between the control that the commission has over him and his own convictions as a hero he doesn't pursue any romance (tho he does get crushes or find people attractive) and most of his flings are done to keep up his prettyboy act, not out of genuine interest in being a fuckboy. Can't imagine him having a relationship until well after canon but I do see him being interested eventually

Onto the villains, Shigaraki is unlabelled but probably would call himself queer if asked. Definitely admires women more but isn't very interested in romance; AFO actively encourages him to pursue the things interested in so imo if he were he'd talk abt it more lmfao. I kinda see him as demi as well, not the type to fall immediately but requiring a friendship beforehand; tho unlike Bakugo as i said in my last post I dont think it happens suddenly but rather slowly. Y'all know im a big fan of shigaraki being absolutely whipped for his s/o so i do thing hes a big piner, tho he's also pretty bold and unashamed of his affections. I'm a big fan of him falling for a member of the league or a civilian; definitely can't see him falling for a hero unless the hero was already halfway to turning sides already. I think he's also attracted to intelligence and someone who pushes him to think more abt his ideology...... maybe im just projecting at this point JSHDFBVAJKSHD but my point is that the gender of his partner is definitely the least of what he considers/notices

Dabi is bi and, here's my bold take, demisexual; not interested in sex unless its with someone he loves. Absolutely doesn't even think abt romance for most of the years where he's on his own. He's got revenge to plan. By the time he joins the league that hasn't changed much, and he's demi so he's not interested in sleeping around, plus he rlly denies any attachment to people at all. As I said in that other ask tho I do rlly like the idea of him with Magne, so I think they have a fling for a bit before her death :( it's one of the things that leads him to isolate himself further, unfortunately, even from Jin and the other League members with whom his relationships aren't romantic. I can see him dating someone post-canon bc i think hes gonna be redeemed lol. It could be someone he knew before but they probably didnt date again bc he was v guarded; i think magne was rlly the only person he dated

Magne is pan and heres the kicker: I think shes t4t, which led to a little moment just before she and dabi got together where he was like "she wouldnt be into me :/" but she was into him anyway so all was good. She got around in her circles, mostly casual stuff tho she yearned for something more serious.

Spinner's bi & trends towards women but does occasionally get things for men and they're almost always intense. He thought he was straight for a while even once he joined the league and then suddenly got a crush on Shigaraki (around the time of MVA) and realized otherwise LMFAO he's definitely a hopeless romantic type, the whole mutant prejudice thing makes it rlly hard for him and i can see him being rlly happy with another mutant-type; i feel like as he matures he starts to gravitate towards them

Toga is canonically pan to my understanding, iirc her interest in Uraraka and Deku is the same (and romantic) in canon tho i might be wrong. Poor girl just needs therapy. I like the idea of the two of them becoming her friends over her being involved with them but i totally can get behind her having a thing with Uraraka (and maybe Tsu) at some point post-canon (presuming she gets redeemed), tho I think a qpr between the two/three of them would be longer lasting. And again presuming she gets therapy i can see her settling down with someone, gender irrelevant

Jin is unlabelled bc he hasn't much thought abt it, definitely had a thing for dabi and for hawks which does make me sad on both counts. I think he likes women slightly more abstractly/aesthetically and gets crushes more on men,. The dabi thing fades as they get closer and start to view each other as brothers. In his later years he doesn't rlly care about romance, I think he enjoys the experience of crushing but doesnt like dating people; his found family in the League is far more important to him. But i can see him falling head-over-heels for someone quite suddenly and having a bit of a whirlwind romance. Also someone for whom gender isn't much of a factor

Mr Compress is also queer and also hasn't rlly thought abt it. Definitely leans more towards women; he's like 30 but i like to think he also goes for older partners, 10 or 15 years his senior KJBADSJFHB idk he just has that Vibe with the way he calls himself an old man etc. A lot of the league i cant see sleeping or dating around much, i feel like they prioritize each other, but I do think mr compress gets around more than the others. i can see him having a bit of a fuckbuddy who he catches feelings for

Kurogiri is fun; as Oboro I do think Aizawa's crush was reciprocated, tho he wasn't around long enough for them to act on it :( he's bi, tho kurogiri isn't supposed to have personal interests. I like to imagine the brainwashing isnt as good as AFO wants it to be tho so I like the idea of him falling for someone anyway. I also like the idea of the heroes managing to undo the nomufication and I 100% can see him, aizawa, and someone else (someone he was involved with as Kurogiri) ending up in a triad as a result of aizawa and the third partner helping him through the aftermath of all that shit

Lady Nagant is a manga-only minor character but im in love with her so imma talk abt it. Shes bi and leans VERY heavily towards women, probably spent years questioning whether she was rlly bi or a lesbian before finally having a fling with a guy that she genuinely enjoyed. Has only ever been in long-term relationships with women and I v much think she has a gf at home who stayed even when she was arrested 🥺

Finally imma talk abt Natsuo bc i love that boy. He's one of the few unmarried chars with a love interest and he canonically has a gf. I do see him as IDing straight in canon ngl, but the kind of straight where he might actually be bi but his preference leans so heavily towards women and he grew up in a bad home so he just doesnt rlly think abt it bc hes v happy with women anyway. In shiganatsu thoughts shigaraki is the first man he has a thing for; i rlly can see the two of them in a triad with a woman specifically, who helps the two of them find each other and is the one who initiates bc its definitely a weird situation for natsuo

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #461

“this city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me?”

Have you ever wanted a Nikon camera? Or do you have one already? My camera before the one I have now was a Nikon D3200. I use a Canon now. Who was the last person (if anyone) you said Happy Birthday to? A friend. Do you have Photoshop? If so, how often a day do you use it? I have it, but I barely use it nowadays. I use it to edit photos for character profiles or profile pictures, add a watermark for my actual photography, and I used to make Mark-oriented gifs like crazy. They mostly did really well, so... I might wanna get back into that and get That Sweet Validation. Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of? No. Have any of your exes gotten married or had kids since your breakup? None, I think. Do either of your parents have a mental illness? My mom has depression. Can you tolerate children for a long period of time? NO. Have you ever lived with someone you felt thoroughly uncomfortable around? No. Are you into dubstep? Yeah, I tend to enjoy it. Zelda or The Sims games? Can I pick neither? lol I don't feel very much at all for The Sims, and Zelda games have always looked... boring to me? Like I've watched most of the Game Grumps' playthroughs of all the games, and they make it hilarious of course, but the games themselves? Nah. Are you terrible at assigning bands their proper genre? YES YES YES YES YES YES. Even in my preferred category, that being metal, FUCK if I know the sub-genre. Have you ever made out in a closet? No, that shit sounds claustrophobic as hell. Have you ever been to a laser tag place? Yeah, on a triple-date once! It was SO fun. How do you wanna celebrate your next birthday? Have a couple friends over, pig out at The Cheesecake Factory. o3o Do you tease your parents about them being old? No, especially not Mom. She's self-conscious about getting older. Are you in love with someone? "In love" is a bit too far, buddy. But I love someone. Have you ever ridden a unicycle? No. Have you ever wanted a pet bunny? I was VERY serious about getting a lop-eared bunny for quite a while, but we just couldn't afford to adopt one (even off Craigslist) and get a cage for it, toys, etc. Are the bottom of your feet clean? I HATE seeing the bottom of my feet. Not because they're dirty, but because it's Callus City. I ain't even fuckin jokin'. Do you like really salty food? Yeah. :x When’s the last time you bled a lot? Well, I just recently finished my cycle after not menstruating for three or four MONTHS, so you can figure that one out. Have you ever watched a needle go into your own skin? Yeah. I like to know exactly when it's coming. Have you ever seen someone get a piercing/tattoo? Yes to both. When you’re done eating finger foods, do you usually lick your fingers? Usually kasdjlf;kalsdjf shut up ok I like food. What’s the most racist thing you have ever said? As a little kid, when my really good friend (a neighborhood kid, even) asked if he thought we'd be a good couple, I told him no because "blacks and whites don't date" or something like that. It was an idea I'd never been exposed to before; the idea was so foreign to little kid me. I had no idea I was being racist. It ended in a small fight and we didn't talk for a few days 'til he came to my house telling Mom that he had to "be a man" and fix this and if that ain't the cUTEST SHIT RIGHT THERE. We were friends again after that. He's still on my Facebook, and he actually semi-recently got married! :') Do you know someone that is mute, deaf or blind? No. Have you ever spent more than two weeks in a wheelchair? No. Does weed smell good? Or no? Ugh, no. Where do you see your closest friend in ten years? Successful and happy she kept pushing. Mama to so many reptiles that are blessed with the best lives possible in human care. Got at least one amazing book out there. If she's reading this, you've fucking got this. <3 Would you like to have twins? Mother of fucking god, no. Even if I WANTED kids, do fucking not give me twins. Who was the last person you got into an argument with? My mom. Want to have kids before you’re 30? Once again, I don't want kids, but IF I did, that'd be preferable before the risk of birth defects and other issues climb with age. Does anybody have a tattoo with your name on it? My older sister has my initial. Do you think somebody’s in love with you? No. Do you think you and your best friend will be friends in ten years? Yes, I genuinely do. Who were the last people to hang out at your house? Miss Tobey, our friend and landlord. Does anyone like you? Welp... I hope he still does. Guess we'll figure that out soon. What person on your Facebook do you talk to the most? VIA Facebook? Probably my friend Lyndsey. She likes to comment on stuff I share. Do you want to fall in love? I do, but I'm also utterly horrified to and risk being hurt again. Are you interested in more than one person at the moment? No. Once I realized I was so deeply into Girt, all other romantic feelings kinda just... poofed. How was your last break up? Civil and done with both of our best interests in mind. What is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to say? Probably the first time I admitted I needed to go to the hospital for suicidal thoughts. I was so, so scared of what it was going to be like. What is the hardest thing you NEEDED to hear? That if Jason wasn't happy with me, he had every right to move on. She was right. Do you treat yourself well? No... but I'm trying to change that. What was the last song you sang out loud to? This "Set Fire to the Rain" cover. Do you take good pictures? I think I do? Have you ever done any internship? No. What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? Holy shit, so much, especially when it comes to morality and political stances. I am now a massive supporter and member of the LGBTQ+ community, I'm pro-trans rights, pro-choice... I've done like a dozen 180s in a lot of topics. Do you know anyone who has a PhD? I mean, some doctors, but no one in my truly personal life. Do you know anyone who works as a lawyer? Yes: my cousin. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? LAKSDJFKLA;JWD NEVER AND I PRAY TO THE HOLY LORD THAT I NEVER DO. Does the thought of having wrinkles when you’re older upset you? Not massively? Like literally everyone gets them and is natural and inevitable. Do you know anyone who’s struggling with addiction? I know one alcoholic, and one that's probably borderline. I also have two friends who are extremely addicted to weed. Look me in the eyes and say it's not an addictive substance and I wouldn't believe you one bit. Is there a video or computer game that you can get lost in for hours? Eh, sometimes World of Warcraft. Some days I'm really into it, and others I barely touch it. What’s your favorite Disney Channel movie? I have no clue. I don't even remember movies that were made *for* Disney exclusively. Do you ever have to do yard work? No. We have a friend from the dance studio mow the lawn. Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? My iPod has a whole live album of Ozzy. Did you or do you listen to Britney Spears songs? Both did and do. Britney is a boss bitch. Does your favorite band have a male or female lead singer? Male. Have you seen the movie Moulin Rouge? No, but I've seen some of that P!nk music video of the song and it brings out the Gay in me. Do you have a key to anything besides your house? No. Could you ever complete a 500-piece puzzle? I've done that before. I miss doing puzzles... Have you ever been to any sort of convention? I went to a reptile expo with Sara!! I REALLY want to go to another when my legs are stronger and can handle standing and walking so much. Is your mom or dad the older parent? Mom. Have you ever tried to walk on a moving vehicle and fallen over? No????? What is your favourite kind of bread? Is there any of that in your house? Pumpernickel. No. Are/were you in the school band, and if so, what instrument did you play? I played the flute all through middle school and I wanna say half of HS. Have you ever ordered an unusual drink at a bar? Never even been to one. Have you ever been pulled aside by security at the airport? I think once for some reason I don't recall? What is your favourite seasonal candy? (only available at certain times) Gingerbread men, probs. Or chocolate bunnies!!! :') How do you feel right now? My stomach is KILLING me. I'm super excited though that Girt is coming over tomorrow. Have you ever had surgery that kept you in the hospital for over a day? No. What would you like your generation to change? How we treat nature. Is there anyone that you truly could not live without? No. I learned that is a very unhealthy mentality to have. Do you like carrots more if they’re raw, or cooked? I just hate carrots. What restaurant did you last go out to dinner at with friends? With friends? I couldn't even guess. Does your refrigerator have an ice maker or do you use ice cube trays? It has an ice maker. Do you have a favorite sibling, if any? No; I love them all. Do you have a favorite brand of clothing? I STAN CLOAK. How’s the love life? Something new might start tomorrow. I think it will. Do you watch the news? No; that shit is depressing. Who do you admire most? Mark. Do you have a favorite album? Black Rain by Ozzy Osbourne takes the cake and always will.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Graduation surprise; BoRhap cast x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey ya’ll well I promised this fic when I posted the Queen prom fic so here it is. Now I know it’s not as long as the last one is but I felt like this didn’t need to be super long. Also as another special little fact for ya’ll I was gonna make this a Queen fic as well but then I decided to change it to a BoRhap CAST fic since I hadn’t done one of just them in awhile. 

So to all seniors whether HS or college, the class of 2020 CONGRATULATIONS I know it’s not what you hoped it would be but still try to find celebration in this pandemic, you all achieved probably the greatest milestones in your life. So stay safe, stay healthy, stay sane, and be happy :) Lot’s of love from me my darlings!

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Goddamn this year! Just when we think the new decade would be worth our wild, now we’ve got all this shit going on! First there was the threat of WW3, then the next month we’re dealing with wildfires in Australia, and finally to top it off why not add a global pandemic?!

The Coronavirus has literally been all over the news for months, and the fact that our government knew about it since late last year and didn’t warn us about it!? Then when they told us to be on lockdown, everyone starts hording toilet paper, hand sanitizer, and food that no one can buy said items for weeks on end.

But of course my main problem is the fact that I, along with so many other kids and adults around the world can’t participate in their own graduation ceremony.  As a college student, I was just longing to finally participate in my final graduation ceremony ever.  This was supposed to be my final chapter in school life and now because of this damn virus, that’s gone.

I mean yeah my diploma will be coming in the mail but I wanted my family to all be there to see me reach the end of my school life before I finally begin a new chapter.  Plus my cousin’s friends said that they would come and see me and I’ve missed seeing those guys, I hadn’t seen them all since the Bohemian Rhapsody premiere.

I sat there in my old room of my house (cause since the University closed down back in March, all students had to leave the college campus and go home so that way we could reduce the spread of the virus. So I ended up moving back in with my parents) just finishing up my final paper for class.

That’s when my Zoom video chat blew up with my cousin’s profile pic.  I grinned and clicked on the answer button and soon enough my cousin’s face took over my screen.

“Hey poppet.”

“Hey Gwil, how you holding up?” he let out a sigh.

“As best as I can. Though I should be asking you that, you are the one really dealing with this whole Coronavirus adjustment than I am. How’d you do on your classes?”

“For those that have said online classes are easier, they’re dirty rotten liars and completely incompetent.” He softly chuckled. “But thankfully I finished my last exam paper and submitted it just now.”

“Your dad look over it for you? Cause I know you’re a terrible editor.”

“Oi not all the time. Just when I’m lazy.” He hummed as he raised his brow at me. “But yes I did have dad review it for me. Cause before we got to submit the rough draft and my professor said I needed more analysis to my quotes on why I quoted that specific source. God I don’t know why I took that class to begin with?”

“Because you’re a criminology nut and you have been since you turned 16. God and I thought my horror movie tastes were bad.”

“Hey it’s good to be aware of shit like that!”

“Language missy!”

“Okay Cap.” I teased.  He gave me his stern look which made me laugh as I fell to my side on the bed. “Oh by the way I saw that little dating app video you did.”

“And what did you think?”

“I liked it. Kinda makes me wish an app like that did exist in real life.”

“You not just pulling my leg on this?”

“No. Honest and swear to god you had me moved by your performance. Well next to you being Brian May of course.” He grinned. “I swear I still can’t get over when I first saw you in the full hair and makeup, I literally almost had a freakin panic attack.”

“And the fact that Brian was also there to witness that.”

“Oh god don’t even go there!” I groaned as I hid my face in embarrassment.

“So—now that you’re all done with school, what’s next for you?”

“Well any plans I had are put on hold till this whole crisis goes away. And I really thought 2020 was gonna be my year. This sucks!”

“I know poppet, I know. But believe me that it’s not just you whose affected by this. Everyone in the whole world is suffering exactly the same way you are.” I sighed solemnly.

“I know. I mean I should be feeling for you and the guys right now, I mean all of you are out of work till further notice. And all the restaurants that I love going to. Did you know that the little ice cream parlor you and I used to go to when we were kids shut down?”

“No!”

“Yeah, the owner couldn’t keep up the payments because hardly anyone was ordering from them anymore, even with online delivery. So she closed it down.”

“Damn, that sucks. I really loved going to that place with you. That was always our special little time together without the grownups around.” I nodded remembering all the fun times we had together in that little shop.

It was then someone suddenly popped into our conversation.  The extra person now on my screen was none other than Joe Mazzello.

“Hey Gwil, mini-Lee!”

“Hello Joe.” Answered Gwil.

“Hey Joe been a long time.”

“How you two holding up?” he asked us.

“As best as we can, how about you? I’ve seen those Youtube videos you��ve been doing on your page.” Gwil said.

“You know those were jokes, especially that last one. I just wanted to get a laugh out of everyone, or have them hate me.”

“No one could hate you Joey.” I said with a smile.

“Aww thanks mini-Lee. How’s classes been?” I let out a groan as I once again flopped on my bed which made Joe laugh.

“I am just thankful that this is all over. At first I thought online classes would be easy but one of my professors was technology challenged. Another one would sometimes forget to do a lesson, and then of course blackboard could barely operate long enough for me to submit an assignment which caused some of them to be late.”

“Well like you said it’s over now.” Joe assured me.

“Oh hey I saw that Jurassic Park livestream you did.”

“Oh did you? How come I didn’t see you submit a question or just say hello? I’ve seen your Youtube page so I know your username by heart.”

“Cause I may or may not have also been working on a project. But chose the livestream over the project.”

“Nice going Joe, you’ve turned my cousin into a procrastinator.” Gwil complained.

“Hey at least she has Jurassic Park unlike you Gwilym Lee! Serious shame on you for not owning it! This is why mini-Lee is the coolest out of the two of you.” I snarked out a mock laugh as I stuck my tongue out.

“Ganging up against me okay I see how it is you two.”

“Oh come now cousin dear, we’re just messing around.”

“Messing around? If we’re messing with Gwil then I want a part of it.” Soon another picture came up and there lying on his side was Ben Hardy.

“Benjamin!” Joe screamed joyously.

“Hi Ben.” I sung out.

“Hey (y/n).” he waved at me with a wink. “Now going back to teasing Gwilym.”

“You guys are officially gonna be blocked right after this.” My cousin groaned.  We all laughed when I told him.

“Again cousin, we’re teasing you. So Ben, what brings you here?”

“What can’t I pop in and say hello?” I giggled.

“I see nothing wrong with it. Oh hey get this; I finally got around to watching 6 Underground.”

“And what did you think of it?”

“The first 10 minutes were insane! And truthfully I never really understood Michael Bay films, but this one—definitely my favorite. I loved it Ben, really.”

“Well thank you (n/n). Thank you.”

“Never did I think I needed to see both you and Ryan Reynolds on screen together….”

“Whoa okay easy there (n/n)!” Joe interrupted me.

“Oi you get your mind out of the gutters! And you say it’s the fans that make what you say to the extreme.” I scowled him.

“Trust me, I’ve known him for over 10 years and he still doesn’t grow up.” Another voice stated and soon two more familiar faces popped up on screen, stuck in quarantine together in LA were Rami and Lucy. And then a split second later another face came on the screen, it was none other than Alan Leech.

“Hey, Rami, Lu-lu, Alan!” I cheered.

“Hey (y/n)!” the three of them said as they waved.

“God I feel like I’m getting spoiled, got the entire BoRhap family together for the first time in like—forever.”

“It’s crazy.” Alan said.

“Definitely.” Agreed Rami.

“Maybe when this whole thing blows over we should all get together some time in New York.” Offered Joe.

“I’m down with it.” Ben said.

“Me too.” Lucy agreed with a nod.

“Yeah, (n/n), Ben and I could fly out together.” Said Gwil.

“I’m down with that. Now that I’m done with school, I can do what I want now.”

“So guys now that we’re all here shall we begin?” Lucy said.

“Begin what? Gwil what’s going on?” I asked.

“Well (n/n), when this whole quarantine shutdown and school cancellations started affecting the class of 2020 we all felt bad that you couldn’t graduate the way you hoped you would.” Gwil said before Joe continued.

“So Gwil called all of us up via the Whatsapp chat, as well as our daily zoom calls. To gather us all together on your ‘last day’ of college.”

“To celebrate your own Virtual college graduation party!” Rami cheered.  At that point everyone either threw confetti, blew on graduation blowers, or holding up signs that said CONGRATS 2020 GRADUATE!!!

I covered my mouth with my hands speechless and tried to hold back the tears.

“Ohh you guys.”

“Since you couldn’t have a college graduation party, we figure we’d bring the party to you. See not even this pandemic can stop us from celebrating our Mini-Lee’s ultimate milestone.” Ben said as he set down his congrats sign.

“And also expect some gifts within the next few weeks, depending on how the mailing services do with overseas gifts.” Alan said.

“Aww thanks you guys, you didn’t have to.”

“We know, but we wanted to. Let us spoil you even through this pandemic.” Said Joe.

“Thanks guys, this—really means a lot to me.” I wiped a hidden tear that strayed down the corner of my eye.  They all awed at me that’s when Gwil lifted up a small graduation cake.

“I know, I know this’ll be ridiculous but just humor me will yah?” I smiled and nodded.  He lit up the 2020 candles and held it just high enough for me to see the top part of the candles.

“CONGRATS (Y/N) LEE! CLASS OF 2020!!!” everyone proclaimed at once which made me smile and I blew out towards the screen.  Gwil then blew out the candles for me as everyone else cheered and clapped.

“Thanks so much you guys. Really, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

“We’re happy to do it (y/n). If it makes your day a little bit brighter in these dark times.” Rami said.

“It did Rami, it really did.”

“Well hope we can make this even better cause I’ve also got a part 2 to this little surprise. But in order for that to happen, everyone else has got to go otherwise you won’t really be able to see it as clearly.” Gwil said.

“Aww man.” I whined.

“No worries mini-Lee, your cousin added you to our BoRhap Whatsapp chat and I’ll send you a link to our zoom channel if you ever wanna chat with us again.” Joe said with a wink.

“Thanks Joe. And thanks everyone take care and stay safe.” They all waved and bid me goodbye with waves or blowing kisses at me and one by one they signed off till it was once again just Gwil and I.

All I could see across his bearded face was that cheeky grin he does whenever he’s trying to hide something.

“What are you grinning about?”

“Just the fact that I’ll be the best cousin once you see part 2 of your special surprise.”

“What did you do?”

“If I told you it won’t be a surprise now would it? Now let’s see, god I hope they get it.” He muttered the last part to himself. It took a few minutes till finally another screen popped up and standing there in his room was Adam Lambert.  I fangirled in my seat and covered my mouth trying to contain my squeals.

“Hey girlfriend!” he greeted with a wave.

“Adam oh my god!”

“How’s it going?”

“It’s been going. Finally submitted my last paper. So I’m officially done with school forever.”

“Yaas Queen!” he snapped. “So how’s it feel to be a college graduate?”

“Well it’d be better if we weren’t in the middle of a pandemic.”

“Understandable, but hey you’ve worked hard for this so be proud of yourself no matter what’s going on in the world right now.” I nodded with a shrug. “And to celebrate your graduation, your cousin whipped up another little surprise for you.”

“Oh my god Gwil you didn’t!” I gasped.  He merely raised a brow at me cheekily as he bit his lip back from a smile.

“Hey guys you there?!” Adam called out and soon enough two more screens came on and the picture revealed to be both Brian May and Roger Taylor.  Brian sitting on his couch while Roger looked to be in his basement with his drumkit.

At this point, I had lost my shit.  I was fangirling to the max at this rate but tried to calm down.

“Hi (y/n), congratulations of graduating.” Brian greeted me.

“Major achievement there love. Congrats.” Roger added.

“Oh my god…..Gwil this is—how……”

“I knew you’d love it (n/n). Plus I knew this would cheer you up after our last conversation we had last week. You really needed some cheering up.”

“So guys are we ready to do this?” asked Adam.

“I’m ready to go if you both are.” Said Brian as he took his Red Special and set it on his lap and Roger twirled his drumstick.

“(Y/n), this is for you love. Hopefully when this whole mess is over, you can finally go out there and reach your dream job. Till then we hope you enjoy this.” Roger said.

It was then both Roger and Brian began playing the tune for ‘we are the champions’ but as Adam began singing the song, it turns out that they were actually singing their new song, ‘You are the champions’ dedicated to the first responders worldwide.

But now they were playing it in my honor as a college graduate.  As they continued to play the song, I allowed the tears to flow down my face as I laced my hand over my heart.

God—never did I think that through this pandemic would I be happy.  From having to never see any of my friends I made in college again, to not having my whole family come to the house to celebrate, or going out to party with some of my friends.  But this—right here and now, my cousin made it all up to me all the way from London.

At this point, I knew that I was officially the luckiest person in the world.  All thanks to my favorite cousin, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[thelastlonelywriter]

Fluffy A5 with Perwaine, if you're still answering prompts.

Heck yeah my dude, I’m answering them until the post is gone!

A5 - Romantic lead and Stage manager (hs AU)

AO3

Agreeing to be stage manager of the drama club was, without a doubt, the worst decision that Percival had made since starting high school two years ago. Well, maybe second. There had been that time with the catapult in science. And the incident with Elyan and the bag of marshmallows. And the time that he and Lancelot had skipped class to help Gwen prep for her solo audition in choir. And that time when-

Well, this was certainly in the top five worst decisions that Percival had made in high school. Definitely in the top ten. 

Now to be honest, be probably should have realized that from the very beginning. But Leon had a way of making everything sound like a fantastic, well-thought-out idea, and Percival had always liked working tech crew for the drama club. So he had readily agreed to take over as stage manager when Leon graduated and now he was regretting it. A lot. 

He liked drama club! He really did! He liked sitting on the edge of the high school stage and singing along to musical soundtracks before rehearsal. He liked late night run-throughs and eating dinner on the floor of the math hallway. And he liked being stage manager! He liked the ability to assign Lancelot to help Gwen run lines. He liked that he was allowed, and encouraged, to tell Vivian to shut up backstage.

He liked it all enough that he was spending all of his spare time in the auditorium, preparing for the upcoming tech week. What he did not like was that Gwaine, the school’s resident heartthrob and the spring musical’s very own Prince Charming, would not leave him alone. 

Because Percival had an unfortunate habit of getting crushes on people like Gwaine.

“Hiya Percy,” said Gwaine, suddenly appearing at Percival’s side in the crowded english hallway. “How’s tech crew work going?”

“Fine,” said Percival, smiling brightly in spite of himself. “We’ve nearly got enough people to cover everything. A bit of a scramble to get someone trained for soundboard with Gwen acting this year, but we’ll manage.”

“Hope you find someone good, because I think we’ve finally won Gwen over to the cast side once and for all!” declared Gwaine, with a laugh.

“Whatever you want to believe,” said Percival, as Gwaine turned down another hallway, “But once tech crew, always tech crew!”

Percival was still smiling when he sat down in his english class. Gwen had to wave her hand in front of his face before he noticed that she had joined him. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” she asked.

“Gwaine and I were just talking about you,” said Percival, hoping she would let him dodge the subject. 

“What were you saying?”

“We were just talking about how he’d madly in love with you,” joked Percival, over the sound of the bell. 

Gwen laughed. 

“I’m not sure he’s really looking for a Cinderella.”

“What do you mean?” asked Percival, digging through the various binders in his backpack in search of a pencil. 

“I mean I think he’s after another Prince Charming instead,” said Gwen, taking out her textbook and ignoring the way that Percival blushed and dropped his newly-recovered pencil on the floor. Then, taking pity on him, she added, “What were you guys really talking about anyways?”

The teacher started talking, handing out worksheets. Once she had passed by the two, Percival scribbled his answer on the back page of his notebook and set it on Gwen’s desk. We were complaining about your inability to pick a side.

Gwen rolled her eyes and passed her answer back. I’m sorry, but cast and crew are both so much fun. It’s like making me pick between kittens and puppies! 

Fair enough, scribbled Percival, handing the notebook back. 

“Percival, Guinevere, you had better not be passing notes,” said their teacher, suddenly. 

Gwen smiled brightly at their teacher. 

“Our notebooks got switched when we were working together in study hall yesterday. Percy was just returning mine.”

Smoothly, she picked up both of the notebooks on her desk and switched them so that she could hand Percival’s notebook back to him. The teacher frowned, but let it go. 

The class continued, and Gwen set about filling out the worksheet. Percival though, seemed a little distracted. Gwen watched with a smile as his eyes flicked down to his backpack, where the cast list was sticking up from his other drama club papers, Gwaine’s name just visible above a lighting cues sheet. 

Gwen slipped her phone from her backpack and into her sweatshirt pocket, blindly opening it to the conversation she’d been having with Merlin before class and typing out a text. 

Stage One is complete. Commence Stage Two tonight at rehearsal? 

A moment later, when the teacher turned to her desk to start a video, Gwen checked the reply. 

Can’t we just skip to Stage Five and lock them in the tech closet together?

Gwen laughed quietly. Percival shot her a confused look, and she laughed again. Shaking his head, Percival turned back to his notes. 

Stage Two at rehearsal tonight it is. 

[plague-of-insomnia]

Hi, would it be ok for me to ask how did you know you were non-binary? I'm questioning and would like to get some opinions, but no pressure to answer if this is too personal!!

So I got this ask months back, and with everything that has gone on with my health I wasn’t able to answer it... so I don’t know if the person who sent this will even see it, but since it’s pride month I figured it was a good time to get to the queer/questioning asks that have been languishing in my poor ask box/drafts...

First of all, I don’t mind questions like this; if I ever find an ask too personal I’ll usually just ignore it, but something like this I think is important especially since NB is such a... underrepresented concept, for lack of a better word, so sometimes that lack of exposure plus the very broad nature of the label can make the whole questioning process confusing and stressful.

Honestly, for a looong time I had no idea I wasn’t cis.

I didn’t know that you could be anything other than male and female; I grew up in pretty conservative Latin American immigrant family, Catholic, so the idea of homosexuality was bad enough, lol.

I was very involved in the (then called) “Gay/Straight” alliance back in high school, as we had quite a few gay and lesbian students and teachers. I had mostly queer friends, but even binary transgender people weren’t... as prominent back then. Ofc they existed, but I didn’t have as much exposure in HS, and I went to a catholic college where many gay students had to essentially be closeted—for example, (openly) gay men weren’t technically allowed in fraternities. I loved my school, but some of its views on women and LGBTQ+ people were pretty dark age stuff, so again I had no idea that gender was a broader spectrum than simply male/female, cis or trans.

As far back as at least around early puberty, I created a kind of alter ego. A character opposite my birth sex, who was unlike any other I ever created and who has stayed with me my whole life. They helped me survive my childhood/adolescence. They felt very much “me” and yet weren’t simply the person I was in actuality made into the opposite gender. More like the aspects of my self/identity I knew subconsciously.

Often, when I fantasized, I would put myself into their role. Imagine being the other gender, what their body would feel like, what sex would be like. I’d ask friends i was comfortable with about what it felt like to be the opposite gender. I felt I needed to know so that I could “feel” it too. So I could truly imagine being a gender other than my own, with different parts, different secondary sex characteristics.

Yet at the same time, I felt comfortable enough with my birth sex that I explained these moments away. I was just thinking like a writer. Curious, bc that’s my nature. I never thought I could be trans because despite the power of these feelings, the sometimes intense longing I felt to be other than I was, the thought of completely changing my body, abandoning my assigned gender, felt horrible. Like I would be losing part of myself.

I first heard the term nonbinary during Pride. I had never encountered this before, and being who I am immediately looked it up. I was floored. Gender was a spectrum? You could be both male and female??

I felt like I had been hit by lightning.

I immediately reflected on a lifetime of “queer” thoughts. About my alter ego and how I had clung so tightly to them, how often I fantasized about having parts I didn’t have (without necessarily wanting to take away parts that I already did). How I went through phases where I dressed very masculine in some points of my life and very feminine in others. How I related so strongly to certain characters over others, and other past experiences that I had always managed to discard or shelve away in “comfortable” boxes.

And I reflected on how I had always had this... shame about these thoughts and feelings, this fear that they made me a “freak,” which might be why I had always been so quick to file them away with safe labels.

Discovering that I wasn’t alone was liberating. I read about and spoke to people who identified as NB, and often found they had a similar thoughts and experiences growing up as I did, and that helped cement in my mind, without a doubt, that I was also nonbinary, that I wasn’t purely male or female, but both.

I’ve suffered with depression my entire life, and am likely bipolar (something my current therapist agrees with, though I haven’t been formally diagnosed for various reasons). And once I opened my eyes and began questioning, I discovered that a significant part of my depression was actually tied to my gender dysphoria.

Exploring my gender identity in various ways, and finally accepting that I am NB/gender fluid has made me much more content.

Now, ofc there is no one way to be non-binary. So just bc my experience doesn’t align with what you’re feeling, doesn’t mean you’re not NB yourself.

Some people don’t feel any gender at all, and wish they didn’t have any secondary sex characteristics. Some want to be purely androgynous. Some feel mostly one binary gender or another, but maybe not “fully” male or female. Some feel a mix of both, and some shift between two or more genders.

For me, I feel like I’m always partly male and partly female, though sometimes one is more dominant than the other. Sometimes I’ll have gender dysphoria so bad that looking at cis bodies can be very upsetting, or the feeling of “missing” parts I feel I have/should have is so intense it’s almost all I can think about. Yet other times I feel pretty “stable.” Sometimes I feel like I’m thinking a lot about my gender and my presentation and others I barley think about it at all, I just “am.”

I feel freer now that I have shifted names and pronouns. Like I’m finally accepting my full self.

A huge part of why I enjoy playing Animal Crossing so much is bc I can indulge my gender fluidity by playing with how I dress my character... it brings me a lot of peace I can’t always get IRL.

I hope whoever reads this finds this helpful, original anon or anyone who might be wondering if they may be NB or not.

Feel free to send other asks if you’d like, or if you know me you can DM me and we can talk privately. 💕

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈

[kaibacxrps]

@kaibacorpbros​ has sent: 😡 you know I gotta for Jou @ Kaiba xD. Also idk maybe a bit of 📃 somehow too, like KC is having to deal with the people/company that sponsor Jou or something?

Send one for a plotline you are interested in with my muse(s)[Accepting, mutuals]

😡 - A enemy plotline (i.e. sworn enemies of a conflict, enemies at work/school, old enemies reunited) 

📃- A plot where the muses are stuck together for a reason above their power (i.e. classmates who are in a group project together, coworkers who get assigned to each other, mentorship, survival situation) 

Kaiba vc: Remind me again, HOW exactly you graduated HS

// It’s HS all over again, but Kaiba can’t get away from it this time around. We are here to have these throw fists and insults @ each other, this time there is no Yugi or Atem to hold them bACK.

Depending on what you’ve got in mind, it could even have something to do with the duelist Academy’s project for Kaiba. Meaning that he, wouldn’t have much in regards to what to work with.

[bechloeislegit]

25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2019

DAY 14 - SNOWED IN

Prompt from FanFiction User Skyeze.10: HS AU... Beca, Chloe, Aubrey, Stacie, Jesse, and Benji are snowed in after school due to a study group.

[See special A/N at the end of the story].

It was the last day before Winter Break, and Beca sat in History class, dreading the return of her last History test. She feared she did not do well.

As Mrs. Warren walked around, she stopped and placed Beca's graded test face-down on her desk.

"See me after class," Mrs. Warren said as she moved to the next student.

Beca sighed; she knew what staying after meant. Beca took a deep breath and let it out before turning the paper over. "Dammit," she muttered.

"What's wrong, Beca?" Chloe whispered from Beca's right.

"Nothing," Beca mumbled and jammed the test into her backpack.

Mrs. Warren had finished distributing the tests and was back in front of the classroom.

"Aubrey, Chloe, and Benji," Mrs. Warren called out, looking at each as she spoke their names. "I'd like for you three to remain after class. I'll make sure you have a late pass for your next class."

The three simultaneously said, "Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Warren continued the lesson, but Beca wasn't paying attention. She didn't know how she was going to tell her dad that she failed the test. Beca doesn't understand how it happened. She studied and knew the stuff inside and out. She sighed and glanced over at Chloe, who was rapidly taking notes. Beca looked quickly to Mrs. Warren and noticed she had written several things on the board.

Beca started taking notes when Chloe nudged her arm and said, "I'll share my notes with you, Becs."

"Thanks, Chlo," Beca said and smiled at Chloe.

Chloe smiled back, and they both returned their attention to the front of the class.

~ Day 14 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

After class, Beca and the others remained.

"Take a seat in the front row, please," Mrs. Warren said to the group. She took a small pile of papers from her desk and turned to face the students.

The six students were sitting in the front row, their full attention on the teacher.

"Beca, Stacie, and Jesse," Mrs. Warren began. "I'm a bit disappointed in you. The three of you usually do so much better on tests, but all three of you failed this time. Usually, I wouldn't worry about one test, but you're all Seniors now, and every test matters. Plus, you're overall work has been lacking. You do need to pass this class to graduate, so I'm going to suggest tutoring for all of you. That's where you three come in." Mrs. Warren spoke to Chloe, Aubrey, and Benji. "I am assigning you three to tutor these three. You can work independently one-on-one, or as a study group. There will be another big test shortly after you return from Winter Break. I need to see an improvement, or you will fail this class."

The six looked from one to the other as Mrs. Warren held out some papers toward Beca. "Beca, please take one and pass them down."

Beca did as she was told, and Mrs. Warren continued to talk.

"This is a synopsis of what we have learned and will learn in the next couple of weeks," Mrs. Warren said. "Use it as a study guide. Does anyone have any questions?"

"How long do we need to tutor them?" Aubrey asked.

"Until the next test is taken," Mrs. Warren responded. "Once I've graded them, I will let you know if I feel they need more. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Chloe said.

Benji and Aubrey quickly followed suit.

"Good," Mrs. Warren said. "Any questions?"

The six shook their heads, and Mrs. Warren wrote out late passes for them. The six trudged out of the room; Chloe fell back to talk to Beca. The others stopped and waited.

"You want me to tutor you one-on-one, Beca?" Chloe asked.

"I'd like that," Beca said.

"Let's all meet after school and have a study group," Aubrey said. "We can still do one-on-one tutoring, but I think studying as a group a few times will help."

"I already told Beca I'd tutor her one-on-one," Chloe said.

"I'll tutor Stacie," Aubrey said. "And Benji, you can tutor Jesse."

They all agreed, and Aubrey told them to meet in the library when school ended.

"But, it's the last day before Winter Break," Jesse whined.

"I'd rather have a study group now to see where I can improve," Stacie said. "Than fail my next test."

Beca agreed, and Jesse acquiesced and said he'd be in the library after school. The six then went to their next class.

~ Day 14 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca was the first to arrive in the library and was standing by the window, watching the snowfall. It had started earlier and was beginning to fall faster and heavier. Beca texted her dad to let him know she was staying after for a study group and asked if he could pick her up later. She checked her phone and still had not received a response. She sighed and put her phone back in her pocket.

"Hey, Becs," Chloe said, walking in with Aubrey and Stacie over to where Beca was standing.

"Hey," Beca said. "This snow is getting pretty heavy. Do you think we should do this another day?"

"The weather forecast said we wouldn't get much," Stacie said. "It will probably stop soon."

"Besides," Aubrey added. "We're all here, so we might as well make use of the time."

"Hello, ladies," Jesse said as he and Benji joined them.

"Hey, Jesse, Benji," Beca said. "We should find a table where we can work."

Aubrey led the small group to a table in the back of the library. They all sat and pulled out the synopsis Mrs. Warren gave them.

"Do you three have your test papers with you?" Benji asked, looking at Beca, Stacie, and Jesse.

"Yeah," Beca said, pulling her test out of her backpack.

Stacie and Jesse did the same.

"Let's review what questions you got wrong," Benji suggested. "That will determine what we need to cover."

Surprisingly, the three found they got several of the same answers wrong.

"This should be simple," Aubrey said. "Let's go to Chapter 3 and work forward from there. Most of the wrong answers are from Chapters 3, 5, and 6."

The group opened their books to Chapter 3. The next two hours found the six working diligently. Beca blushed when Chloe would praise her for getting an answer correct. Stacie would wink at Chloe, Beca, and Aubrey constantly. Jesse stared at Beca, and Benji would often chastise him for not paying attention. Aubrey was flustered by Stacie and got a bit jealous whenever she would wink at Chloe or Beca.

"I need a break," Beca said as she stretched.

Chloe blushed and looked away when Beca's shirt rose, showing her somewhat toned stomach. Jesse stared at Beca with a goofy grin on his face until Benji nudged him to break the stare.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," Beca said and stood.

"That's a good idea," Chloe said. "I need to as well."

Chloe stood, followed by Stacie and Aubrey. "We should all go."

Benji and Jesse stood, and the group walked to the library doors. Beca was in the lead only to find the doors wouldn't open. She tried again.

"Dammit," Beca muttered.

"What's wrong?" Chloe asked.

"The doors are locked," Beca responded.

"What?" Aubrey asked and tried the door herself. "Did Mrs. Marshall leave and not tell us?"

"Guys," Benji said. "Look outside."

Everyone turned to look outside and gasped. The snow was falling hard and fast. You couldn't see the trees or anything; it was a whiteout.

"What are we going to do?" Stacie asked.

"Everyone call your parents," Benji said, pulling out his phone. "See if any of them can come and pick us up."

Everyone called their parents. Beca's call to her dad went to voicemail. She left a message and ended the call.

"Mom?" Chloe said. "No, I'm still at school. Is dad there? Can he come and pick me up? Maybe take my friends home, too?"

"What?" Aubrey asked, sounding incredulous. "So, we're stuck here?"

"I will mom," Stacie said with a sigh. "Let me know if someone is coming for us."

"But, dad," Jesse said. "No, I understand. Okay. I will."

"Okay, mom," Benji said. "At least I'm not alone. That's a good idea. I'll let the others know."

They all finished their calls and looked at the others.

"My mom said the roads wouldn't be cleared until morning," Chloe said.

"My mom said the same thing," Stacie said. "She said she'd let me know when someone can come to get me tomorrow."

"Looks like we're spending the night at school," Aubrey said.

"We need to figure out how to get out of the library," Stacie said. "We'll need to use the bathroom at some point."

"She's right," Benji said. "My mom suggested we go to the cafeteria and find something to eat."

"Let's do that," Beca said. "I'm starving."

"The doors are locked," Aubrey said. "We can't get out."

"I have an idea," Beca said.

Beca ran over to the librarian's desk and searched through the drawers.

"Aha," she said, holding up two paper clips.

Beca rushed over to the doors and straightened the paper clips.

"What are you doing?" Aubrey asked.

"I'm going to pick the lock," Beca said and inserted the two paper clips into the lock.

Everyone stood back and watched. They all gasped and looked shocked when they heard the lock click.

Beca turned with a smile and pushed the door open.

"I don't want to know how you knew how to do that," Aubrey said as they exited the library.

The group made their way toward the cafeteria along the semi-dark hallway. Chloe walked close to Beca, a frightened look on her face as she looked around. Beca put her arm around Chloe's waist to pull her in closer.

"It's okay, Chlo," Beca said. "I'm here."

"Thanks, Becs," Chloe said, kissing Beca's cheek.

Beca smiled and blushed.

"This door is locked, too," Jesse said. "Beca, do your thing."

Beca stepped forward and unlocked the door. She held it open as everyone walked in. Chloe kissed her cheek again and said, "Our hero."

Beca couldn't help the blush or goofy grin that covered her face. The group made their way to the back of the cafeteria and started looking through the freezer and refrigerators.

"Here's some frozen pizzas, hamburger patties, and hot dogs," Benji called out.

"I found the bread," Stacie said. "There are hamburger and hot dog rolls, too."

"Any fries in the freezer, Benji?" Jesse asked. "I could go for a burger and fries."

"Yep," Benji said.

Stacie brought out a package of hamburger rolls. Aubrey pulled mustard and ketchup from the refrigerator.

"Anyone want tomatoes or onions on their burgers?" Jesse asked.

"I do," Aubrey said.

"Me, too," Benji and Stacie responded.

"I want pizza," Beca said.

"I'd like pizza, too," Chloe said.

Benji pulled out the frozen burgers and fries, as well as a pizza. Aubrey got the flat top grill working. Chloe found a knife and started cutting tomatoes and onions. Beca turned on the oven while Stacie found a sheet pan to put the pizza on.

"I found some bottled water," Jesse said. "If you want a soda, we'll have to get them from the vending machines."

"I have some change if anyone needs it," Chloe said.

"I have some, too," Jesse said, jingling the change in his hand. "Who wants a soda? Beca, you want to help me get them?"

"Um, sure," Beca said. "Chlo, did you want a soda?"

"Thanks. I'll have a Coke," Chloe said, handing Beca some change.

"I got it," Beca said, and Chloe smiled.

"Thanks," Chloe said, smiling back at Beca.

"Beca, you coming?" Jesse asked.

Beca walked out of the cafeteria's kitchen with Jesse. They walked to the vending machines.

"Now that we're alone," Jesse said, stopping Beca. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime?"

"You're asking me on a date?"

"Yeah," Jesse said. "I think you're really cute, and we would be good together."

"Jesse," Beca said. "I'm gay."

"No, you're not," Jesse said. "That's just what you tell guys, so they'll leave you alone."

"No, it's not," Beca said. "I am gay. And I've done nothing to hide it. I'm out, and just because you don't want to believe it doesn't make it any less true."

Jesse was dumbfounded. He stood looking at Beca as she walked over to the vending machines and got two of the drinks needed.

Jesse got the other drinks, and they quietly walked back to the kitchen.

"Smells good in here," Jesse said.

Beca had a frown on her face, and Chloe noticed. As Beca handed Chloe her drink, Chloe asked quietly, "Everything okay, Beca?"

"Jesse just asked me out," Beca said, just as quietly.

"What?" Chloe asked. "But, you're gay."

"He thinks that something I tell guys so they'll leave me alone."

"I'm sorry," Chloe said.

"Don't be sorry," Beca said. "I, um, think I need to find a girl to date so guys like Jesse will stop asking me out."

"Oh, um, like who?" Choe asked, not looking at Beca.

"You?" Beca said, feeling confident as she looked at Chloe. "Would you want to go on a date with me?"

Chloe's head snapped up to look at Beca. "Really? You're asking me out?"

"Yes, I am," Beca said, her confidence faltering slightly. "Um, if you want. I mean, I like you. And you're nice, and you seem to like girls, so I thought-"

"I'd love to go out with you, Beca," Chloe said, interrupting Beca.

Beca smiled. "Great. I'll think of something to do, and we'll figure out when we can go on our date."

"I can't wait," Chloe said and kissed Beca's cheek before going to check on their pizza.

~ Day 14 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

The group had finished dinner and cleaned up after themselves. They remained in the cafeteria trying to study since there was nothing else to do.

"Does anyone have a charger I can use?" Beca asked, holding up her phone. "My battery is almost dead."

"Here, Beca," Chloe said, digging through her backpack and pulling out her charger.

"Thanks," Beca said, taking it. She plugged the cord into her phone and found an outlet.

Beca sat down and checked her phone. Still no response from her father. She sighed and leaned back against the wall. Chloe came and sat down next to her, taking Beca's hand and squeezing it.

"It's getting colder in here," Aubrey said, pulling her sweater down over her hands.

"They probably turned the heat off because no one would be here for the break," Benji said.

"Won't the pipes freeze?" Jesse asked.

"I'm sure they have contingencies for that," Benji said.

"Maybe we should find someplace to sleep tonight," Stacie said.

"That's a good idea," Aubrey said.

"I suggest the kitchen," Beca spoke up. "We can turn the ovens on and close all the doors. That should keep us warm."

"That's a great idea, Becs," Chloe said.

"It makes sense to me," Aubrey said. "But what are we going to sleep on?"

"The health room has pillows and blankets," Stacie said. "Maybe there's enough for all of us."

"Let's check it out," Jesse said.

Everyone got up and made their way to the Health Room. Beca managed to unlock the door, and they went in. They stripped two beds of the sheets, blankets, and pillows.

"Here's more," Jesse said, pulling a couple more pillows out of a cabinet. "There's also plenty of sheets and light blankets."

"Let's grab a bunch," Chloe said. "They'll provide extra warmth."

They each carried their finds to the cafeteria and walked into the kitchen.

"The counters are wide enough to sleep on," Benji said, looking around. "Why don't you girls take those."

"There are only three counters," Stacie said.

"Beca and I can share one," Chloe said. "We're both smaller than you and Aubrey. We'll fit."

Beca blushed and looked down at the ground.

"Are you okay with that, Beca?" Stacie asked, trying to hide her smile.

"It's fine," Beca mumbled.

"What about us?" Jesse asked Benji.

"I found a space for us," Benji said, pointing to a large area in a nearby corner. "We can put sheets down so we aren't sleeping directly on the floor."

"Okay," Jesse said.

"I think I'm going to get a book from the library," Beca said. "It's too early for me to go to sleep, so I thought I'd read."

"We could study some more," Aubrey suggested. "We have the time."

"Brey's right," Chloe said. "The more we do now, the less we have to make time for later."

"I hate to say it," Beca said. "But you're right. Do you think the emergency lights are enough to read by?"

"Let's find out," Stacie said.

~ Day 14 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

"My brain hurts," Beca said as they prepared for bed.

"It was a good study session," Aubrey said with a smile. "You three did very well on the practice test we gave you."

"Thanks," Beca said. "I mean, thank you to all three of you. You really did a great job of making me understand and remember stuff."

"I agree with Beca," Stacie said. "You three helped us a lot."

Jesse nodded his head. "I may not ace the next test, but I will definitely pass it thanks to you three."

"Glad we could be of help," Benji said.

"We can still study one-on-one over the break, right Becs?"

"Definitely," Beca said with a smile.

They all settled in their beds and got comfortable. Beca lay rigidly beside Chloe, who turned on her side to look at Beca.

"I'm not going to bite, Beca," Chloe whispered. "I'm also a cuddler, so you can cuddle with me now or wake up to me cuddling you later."

Beca swallowed, then rolled her eyes at the smirk Chloe was wearing. "Fine. Cuddle now."

"Good," Chloe said. "Big spoon or little spoon?"

"I can't believe Beca's into Chloe," Jesse mumbled from where he was lying.

"Why?" Benji asked.

"I thought Beca was into me," Jesse said. "I even asked her out earlier."

"Beca's gay," Benji said. "And she doesn't hide it."

"I just thought it was something she said to keep guys from bothering her," Jesse said.

"It is," Benji said. "You just took it the way you wanted to and not the way she meant it."

"I guess," Jesse said. He rolled over onto his back and looked at Benji. "Do you think I have a shot with Aubrey?"

"Stacie?" Aubrey whispered across to Stacie. "If you need to do more studying, I'd be happy to help you over the Break."

"You mean we can have a study date on our own?" Stacie asked.

"Um, if you want," Aubrey said.

"Can we have a dinner date first?" Stacie asked.

"Really?" Aubrey asked. "You mean like a real date?"

"Yeah," Stacie said. "If you want."

"I want," Aubrey said.

"Yes!" Stacie said.

"I think you just got your answer," Benji told Jesse, chuckling.

"Am I the only straight person here?" Jesse asked with a loud sigh.

"Um, I'm straight," Benji said.

"You are?"

"Yes, I am," Benji said. "Emily Junk is my girlfriend."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know," Jesse said.

"Maybe you should pay more attention to what's going on around you," Beca said. "And stop making assumptions based on your lack of facts."

"You're right," Jesse said. "And I'm sorry, okay?"

"Becs," Chloe whispered. "He does sound sorry. Maybe you should forgive and forget. Besides," she adds with a cheeky grin. "You got me now, so no guys will bother you again, or they'll have to answer to me."

Beca chuckled. "You're right." She then raised her voice slightly so Jesse could hear her. "I accept your apology, Jesse."

"Thank you," Jesse said. He snuggled under his blankets and said, "Goodnight, everyone."

The rest all bid him and the others good night.

~ Day 14 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

A sound infiltrated Beca's brain, and she groaned and snuggled closer to the warmth. She felt something move under her hands and opened her eyes to find herself practically nose-to-nose with Chloe.

"Good morning," Chloe said with a smile.

Beca looked down and saw that she was holding Chloe around her waist, and Chloe was holding her.

"I told you I was a cuddler," Chloe said, seeing Beca staring at the position they were in.

"That you did," Beca said, smiling back at Chloe. "And good morning to you, too."

Beca heard the sound that woke her.

"What is that noise?" Beca asked.

"Oh, that's my phone," Chloe said and hopped off the counter to grab her phone from beneath her pillow. "It's a text from my mom. Hey, guys, wake up. My mom texted that the roads are clear, and she and my dad are coming to get me."

The rest of the gang woke and checked their phones. "Mine are coming, too," Aubrey said.

"My mom's on her way," Stacie said.

"We got the same message from our folks," Benji said.

"What about you, Becs?" Chloe asked, looking around. "Beca? Where'd she go?"

The five study group members hurried out of the kitchen and into the cafeteria area.

"Becs, is everything okay?" Chloe asked, seeing Beca looking down at her phone with a frown on her face.

"Um, I didn't get a message from my dad," Beca said. "I guess I don't have a ride."

"Yes, you do," Chloe said, rushing over to hug Beca. "You can come home with me."

"Chloe!" Chloe heard her mother's voice echoing through the halls and raced out to find her.

"We should fold the sheets and blankets," Stacie said, and the group went into the kitchen.

"Mom!" Chloe said when she saw Charlotte Beale coming toward her. "Dad!"

"Chloe," Charlotte said, pulling Chloe into a hug. "Are you alright?"

"We're all fine," Chloe said. "Can we take Beca home with us? Her dad isn't responding to her, and I don't want her to be alone."

"Of course, dear," Carl Beale said. "Where are the others?"

"This way," Chloe said.

"Carl, Charlotte," Laura Posen called out.

"Laura," Charlotte said. "Chloe was just going to lead us to the others."

"They're this way," Chloe said. "In the cafeteria."

The group followed Chloe through the cafeteria and into the kitchen, where they found the kids folding their blankets and sheets.

"Aubrey," Laura called out.

"Mom," Aubrey said, rushing to hug her mother.

"Has everyone heard from their folks?" Laura asked. "Is someone coming to pick you up?"

"Yeah," Stacie said.

"My folks are out front," Jesse said, looking at his phone.

"Mine, too," Benji said.

"You boys go ahead," Charlotte said. "We'll wait for Stacie's mom."

"Thanks, Mrs. Beale," Benji said. "Merry Christmas, everyone!"

"Merry Christmas" was chorused back. Benji and Jesse hurried out of the school to their parents.

"Come on," Laura said. "Let's go to the cars where we can warm you up while we wait."

Chloe hung back and put her arm around Beca's shoulders. "My mom said you could stay with us until you hear from your dad."

"Thank you," Beca said. "But, he may be gone for a few days. I don't know when he'll call me. I'll just go home."

"I'm not letting you stay alone," Chloe said, stopping to look at Beca. "You're going to spend Christmas with my family and me. I don't want to hear another word about it."

"Hmm, I guess we know who'll be wearing the pants in this relationship," Beca said with a smirk.

"And, don't you forget it," Chloe said, giving Beca a quick kiss.

~ Day 14 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Four days later, Beca was awakened by Chloe running into the guest room and jumping on the bed.

"Becs, wake up," Chloe said, laying on top of Beca. "It's Christmas!"

Beca sat up slightly, using her elbows to hold herself up. Chloe kissed her and smiled. "Merry Christmas, Becs."

"Merry Christmas, Chlo," Beca said.

Chloe jumped off the bed and grabbed Beca's hand, pulling her out of bed.

"I have to use the bathroom before we go downstairs," Beca blurted out.

"Oh, sorry," Chloe said with a laugh. "Hurry up, and I'll meet you downstairs."

Beca made it downstairs, and Chloe grabbed her and pulled her down next to her.

"This stack is yours," Chloe said, indicating several packages at Beca's feet.

Beca's eyes widened. "You guys didn't have to get me anything."

"They're not all from us," Charlotte said. "I called you dad the day we picked you two up from school, and he told us where to find your presents from him."

"He did?" Beca asked, and Charlotte nodded.

"Thank you," Beca said.

After the gifts were opened and breakfast was eaten, Chloe was snuggled up to Beca on the sofa while they watched Noelle on the Disney+ channel.

"I'm so glad you could spend Christmas with me," Chloe said, watching the TV.

"I am, too," Beca said, looking down at Chloe.

"I love the earrings you got me," Chloe said.

"I'm glad," Beca said. "The color reminded me of your eyes."

"That's cheesy," Chloe said, laughing. "But, I like cheesy."

She sat up and looked at Beca. Beca looked back at her. Chloe leaned in and captured Bea's lips in a kiss. Beca kissed Chloe back and pulled her closer.

The kiss broke naturally, and Beca let out a "wow."

"Merry Christmas, Beca," Chloe said.

"Merry Christmas, Chloe," Beca said.

Chloe smiled and snuggled next to Beca as they continued to watch more Christmas movies together.

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A/N: I know I'm super late on these one-shots. But I got a bad cold which morphed into severe bronchitis; I also had my mom and my best friend visiting for my son's graduation. Running around while trying to get better, left me exhausted and unable to accomplish much. I will be doing multiple postings to catch up but will likely not finish until after the 25th. Sorry for the delay and thanks for all the kind notes checking up on me. I really do appreciate it.

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Hi just started reading ur fanfics and they are great. If it's not too much to ask I was wondering if u can do one about Simon and Bram after hs like maybe in college. No pressure tho I'm sure u get lots of requests 💓

Sugar and Smoke Rings

Simon turned over on his side, tightly closing his eyes in an attempt to trick his body to go to sleep, but it was pointless. Simon knew it was nearly impossible to go to bed without Bram right there next to him.

Luckily, his boyfriend wasn’t too far away. Bram was planning to pull an all-nighter in an attempt to perfect his final essay for the semester and had drunk four energy drinks in one sitting. He had a plan, and as much as it made Simon fear for his health, Bram was going to complete his paper by the next morning.

Simon got up once again, pretending to get a glass of water from the kitchenette in their small apartment, but really using it as an excuse to check up on Bram. As he walked into the other room, he saw Bram with his face buried in his hands, clearly upset.

“Bram,“ Simon said, walking up to Bram and gently massaging his shoulder. “You okay?”

“Mmm gmna fahl,” Bram mumbled through his palms. Simon slowly moved the revolving chair around so he was facing his boyfriend, and pulled Bram’s hands away from his face.

“Say that again?” Simon asked, worriedly glancing at the bags under Bram’s eyes.

“I’m gonna fail,”

“You’re averaging an A- in this class, there’s no way you’re going to fail,” Simon reassured him. “You’re just exhausted,”

Bram sighed, rubbing his forehead in an attempt to relieve the stress, “If my average lowers, I won’t get that scholarship. And if I don’t get that, then affording this place is going to be even harder, and then I’m going to have to ask my dad to help out which I don’t want to do…”

“Bram,” Simon said sternly, trying to snap him out of this state. “Look at me,”

Bram stared at him, and Simon grasped his arms reassuringly. “In the near-impossible case that happens, is moving out of this place that upsetting?”

“No,” Bram exhaled. “It’s not the place, its the thought of us not living together,”

“Why would that happen? We both wanted to move in together,”

“I don’t know Si. In case this place doesn’t work out because of me and then it would just be easier for you…”

“Bram,” Simon interrupted. “Do you know why I’m still awake at three in the morning?”

“No,” Bram looked at him in concern. “Why are you still up?”

“Because I couldn’t get to sleep without you there next to me,” Simon confessed. “I don’t even think I’m ever going to be able to get to bed if you’re not there by my side,”

“Really?”

“Yup, and I don’t care if we’re sleeping in the backseat in one of our cars, as long as you’re huddled up under the same blanket, I’m happy,”

Simon felt Bram’s hand on his cheek, as he reached forward to give Simon a soft kiss.

“I needed to hear that,”

“Pep talks and kisses. That’s what I’m here for,” Simon laughed.

“Now I wish I didn’t have all those Red Bulls, but I could lay down beside you until you fall asleep,” Bram offered while closing his laptop.

“I weirdly don’t feel sleepy either,” Simon admitted. “I think once I pass that two a.m mark, I’m up for the night,”

“So what do you want to do?”

“Let’s make a cake,” Simon declared.

“You’re serious?” Bram questioned skeptically.  

“Oh, I’m dead serious,” Simon pulled out his phone, “You check what ingredients we have on hand, and I’ll pull out a recipe,”

“We’re cooking at three in the morning?” Bram said, already looking through the mini-fridge. 

“In our pyjamas, no less,”

“I kind of love that,” Bram said scrunching his nose.

“Me too,” Simon said, feeling warm all over. There was something weirdly domestic about this; besides the fact that they’d been living together for almost a year, this felt different.

Their apartment functioned like a dorm room most of the time, a place to sleep and complete assignments. Of course, it offered a different level of privacy for specific instances, which Simon was so very grateful for, but he recognized this as another level of intimacy.

This was homely. It was different from what they’d had so far in college and drastically different from high-school. Simon felt like this was a glimpse into their future, something to look forward to, something that promised a life together with Bram. And though Simon expected that thought to frighten him, it did the opposite.

It comforted him, the same feeling Bram had given him from day one.  

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The clock on the microwave read 3:47 a.m when they finally popped their chocolatey batter into the toaster oven.

Bram dutifully set the cooking timer with a small cheer of accomplishment.

“And now for the best part,” Simon stuck his finger in the leftover batter, checking the taste of the upcoming dessert.

“We put raw eggs in that, Si!” Bram exclaimed.

“Aw, it’s just a little,” Simon repeated the action, but this time held a chocolatey finger towards  Bram, “Come on, live a little!”

“Nope,”

Bram should have seen it coming, but he was backed up against a counter and there wasn’t enough space to move. Simon reached over before Bram could dive away, but managed to close his mouth just in time. As a result, Simon smeared the batter all over Bram’s lips and chin.

The two of them burst out laughing, and Simon wrapped his arms around Bram’s waist, kissing him apologize and in an attempt to remove the batter rather creatively.

Bram leaned back against the counter, taking in the pleasant atmosphere of absolute bliss. Every aspect of this moment was pure comfort for Bram, and nothing made it better than the boy in his arms.

Simon had a point, as long as they had each other to hold, there was nothing else that he needed.

[vespiiqueen]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you (if you want !! 💛💖)

Wow I rambled a lot with this but i can't add cuts bc I'm on mobile rn DHSISHSJ sorry :"))))

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1. Ik Ik "haha how cringe are you" of me to say, but honestly? Homestuck. Homestuck helped me in a time of need and when i so desperately wanted something to latch onto. Finally, I caved into my friends telling me to read it-- and it's been a blast!! The epilogues / hs^2 make me feel kinda sad though, because so much of what I loved about the original was yeeted through the nine circles of hell and into the trash. I love Y/ffany's (I call her Yippi tho) design, the art is really pretty at times, Harry is a major dork, I LIVE for seeing Vrissy bc honestly?? Her design is 10/10, very early 2000s emo style and I also live for that. Tavros is cute and a nerd and I think that's swell!

But in terms of story and how any of this happens, it makes me sad to see it happen. If Vriska could return as Vrissy, why not OTHER beta trolls? Where's my Eridan fish man, writers?? Give me the boy or perish by my fury.

2. Also super "haha how cringe are you" but,,, murder cats (Warriors), esp the early 2005-2015 amvs and stuff. I remember watching Flightfootwarrior's "I Will Not Bow" Scourge amv for HOurs and having no clue what was happening, but all these edgy kitties were KITTIES! It's introduced me to a lot of music I still listen to to this very day (Imagine Dragons, Young/the entirety of Hollywood Undead, Breaking Benjamin). And yknow what?? This new arc is absolute chaos, but in the good way.

I'm an "OG Fan". I prefer the first arc, The Prophecies Begin, to almost any of the other arcs. I just could never get into the other arcs-- not to say I haven't read them, I HAVE and the Fire Scene was probably one of my favorite moments beside grumpy Jaypaw, god complex Lionblaze, and fear the gods Hollypaw. I thought the build-up for it was SUPER satisfying. Gray Wing is my baby and I fully embellish in the Gray Wing is Silverpelt theory.

This new arc is definitely something new for the universe. While I didn't read aVoS (but I may do that if i can find the files for it), and so I don't know the major events of it other than what I've seen M.A.P.'s (Multi-Animator Projects, for clarification,,, bc unfortunately that term is also something disgusting). There's fucking cat possession and all the Clans questioning their belief system, yo. Shit be on fire.

Also the Imposter is 100% Ashfur, that's canon now, yeah??? Also im sorry but fuck Root x Bristle that's the dumbest shit I have ever seen. Give me Root x Shadow or face the wrath of my dragon plushies.

RiverClan is my Clan and my gov assigned warrior name is Fireshell 🌟🌟

3. As much as I hate the author,,,,, Harry Potter. It's been a major part of my life for as long as I can remember. I can never really remember why, but I've always just loved it- the movies, the books, the extra little merch that would pop up in my local Walmart. Of course my favorite character is Draco Malfoy. I could go on and on and ON about how I think his character arc was SHIT and JKR didn't have the balls to make him a confident gay man that was always implied through the text (at least, my lesbian ass thought it was implied but i may just be projecting, idk). I could ramble about Draco for HOURS and what I think his character SHOULD have been and how his parents are horrible (more specifically, Lucius bc Narcissa [?] Actually showed a few good moments), and a child should never have to pay for their parents sins.

Oh noo, Draco's a villain because he's a victim of major abuse and peer pressure? He's a villain because a literal child can be horrible and they'll always always always stay as a horrible little fiend?? Fuck that. He's a child.

Unlike manchild grease pan Snape, who was a racist piece of shit and shouldn't have became a fucking school teacher but it's okay because he was ~~~in love~~~. No, fuck you, he was a creep. James Potter n Co may have been a little posh bitch to you, Snape, but that's no fucking excuse to continue to bluntly be a little cunt all the way into adulthood. You're an adult who flatly changed your PATRONUS to imitate Lily's. You have no excuse. And Harry went and named his child after you LIKE JESUS CHRIST, DID RON'S SISTER NOT HAVE A SAY IN THE NAMES TOO?????

I also fully adore the idea that Muggles can run into Hogwarts and their patronus can 100% be a made up, fantasy creature. Imagine you learn the patronus spell and suddenly fucking ARCEUS comes from your wand. Imagine learning the spell and CHTULU (i did not spell that right but im so tired) comes from your wand-- an entire ass fucking Lovecraftian, Eldrith horror is just the embodiment of you. What if it was a fucking Homestuck character like Vriska? How fucking METAL would that be?? Hskajssowjjsjs get on it fandom.

4. Hee hee very evident by my url but Pokemon is another major thing of mine. While vespiquen isn't my favorite (that title goes to Hydreigon), it is definitely up there!

I've ALWAYS enjoyed the idea of Pokemon. You run around, training up these fight monsters and collecting them. I remember playing my sister's Ruby version on her flip-up Gameboy. I couldn't even read but I ran around catching god only knows how many of the same pokemon wherever she was. Apparently, I had fought for hours in the same area and leveled her Blaziken up to lvl 50 something and left her lvl 30s in the dust LMAO.

I got my first game when it was Pearl/Diamond. It was Pearl, and it still holds a very fond place in my heart. I could barely read, I could barely write-- I had named my Turtwig something along the lines of "MmorpHy" and my player boy "ZbsibJ". Yes I remember the names slightly. I really didn't get far-- I barely got to the first gym but I was just so happy to play it.

I eventually lost the game, as a 5 year old would do, but I can still vividly remember what was happening when the game arrived. I had just came back from the dentist and was quite tired from fighting the dentist bc I was super scared. Mom suddenly handed me a box and said it was mine-- my overseas (at that time) dad had bought me Pearl and my sister Diamond, because I lost my shit about it when he visited one time.

Well, tdlr, I played it for about five minutes while struggling to stay awake against the loopy gas they made me take. I fell asleep listening to Twinleaf Town's soundtrack. Every time I play a rom of Pearl and I get to where the player's house fades in and I hear that first tune of the song, I get a huge smile on my face and cry-- as.. Weird as it sounds.

A few years later, I had gotten Pokemon Black bc I liked Reshiram on the cover. Now, this one I could actually READ when playing, but I don't remember a lot of things about it. I probably lost this one too, as a 8/9 year old would do. I DO remember, I chose Snivy and my sister chose Tepig (hrmm there's a theme here of grass/fire goin on......) and vibing to the music. I was so amazed by the sprites moving, I just kept getting into encounters to see the sprites move (oh boy, no one tell younger 7-9 y/o me about Zelda......oh wait....)

Playing Pokemon NOW, as a 17 year old """gifted""" chick, I stil have very fond memories. I recently beat Pokemon Black again and GOD the OTS SLAPS. I fucking adore the soundtrack-- the track that plays when you battle a trainer, the low health dings being turned into a legit song that also slaps, the battle! gym leader themes-- and oh my gOd, the legendary theme is amazing? It really tells you just how glorious these pokemon are supposed to be. It's not intimidating like Groudon/Kyroge/Rayquaza's themes. It's not action packed like Palkia/Dialga's is, it's not filled with tension like Giratina/Arceus's is-- but it radiates the GLORY that the beasts portray. And I live for that. (Also, Kyurem's version is my favorite because it glitches in the beginning and that's rly cool)

P/D/P and BW/BW2's stories, imo, are some of the greatest ones. Yeahhh, US/USUM's is cool and I haven't played XY nor SwSh-- but the ones I can find memorable are PDP and BW/BW2. I love N. I love Barry. They're my sons. Ghetsis is fucking terrifying, Cyrus needs a hug. Giratina scared the piss out of me when I was younger, which was NOT helped by Giratina and The Sky Warrior.

I think my favorite movies are the gen 4 ones. The Rise of Darkrai having a tear-jerking theme for such a mysterious pokemon (i still tear up when i hear Ocarion), Giratina being spiteful is a mood and Shaymin was cute, Arceus being angry is also a mood. Yeah, Pokemon 4Ever made me cry my eyes out over Celebi, Mewtwo Returns made me again cry because Mewtwo accepting who he is, I remember how vastly different the BW movies are-

I just. I have a lot of memories with the series, even if Gamefreak and Nintendo kinda do the series dirty a lot (your top-grossing thing and you made That monstrosity for the Switch? How dare you.). It's comforting to be stressed and pull up my roms for the games and to play them. Mystery Dungeon is incredibly fun to play, Pokemon Ranger is really fun with the concept (Shadows of Almia continues to kick my ass to this very day and FUCK the Jungle Relic, I hate the Water Challenge fucking gyarados bullshit). I remember the pokemon I got for MD (I got Time, my sis got Darkness) was Mudkip, if that is any help.

I love my little fictional pixel monsters.

5. Yup, someone told tiny 7-9 y/o me about console games. The legend of Zelda. My first Zelda game was Twilight Princess on the Wii and BOY did I play the fucking SHIT out of that game.

Honestly, looking back and looking at playthroughs now-- I still love TP. Twilight Princess is still one of my top favorite Zelda games-- yes, even after playing OoT, Majora's Mask, Wind Waker, Skyward Sword, the anniversary four swords edition for the DS where you could play by yourself (Nintendo pls bring that back, I don't have friends to play it with ;-;), Phantom Hourglass- ect.

Something about Twilight Princess grabbed me by the head and yeeted me into the world. I can remember playing it for hours with little to no breaks. I, a tiny 9 y/o, had gotten the hang of the controllers and managed to get past the tutorial quite easily. And then, I was launched into the game and I wasn't stopping for NOTHING. Mom and Dad would have to force me to save and get off to go and eat dinner. THAT sucked.

I had done everything on my own up until the first temple, the forest temple. Not where/when you saved the dumb kid, but when you were saving the spirit's light. Theeeeeeennn I got stuck on the fucking Forest Temple for deadass six months straight. I'd play for hours, running around in circles, unable to figure out where to go, and because I didn't grasp the temple's purpose of being that way- I'd get angry and get off. It wasn't until dad looked up a walkthrough and talked me through what I was supposed to do that I learned how to get through temples.

I had gotten to the last little fight with Ganondorf before the Wii broke and i could no longer play. Despite the Wii being broke and we got rid of it, I was ADAMANT on keeping the game, and I kept that game for YEARS. It was an original copy out of a sealed box, and I eventually lost it when I left it accidentally at my now ex-friend's house.

She had a Wii and I went "hey I have a Wii game!" And I brought my Zelda over. Worst fucking choice of my goddamn life. Mom called me to come home and said I couldn't sleep over like the original plan was, and that was it. My ex-friend stashed my Zelda and I never saw it again. And, even if I wanted to-- I couldn't get it back, which makes me upset. We had a BAD falling out. She likely doesn't even remember it's there, or sold it to the local game junkie kid who buys ALL games.

But I still love the game. Midna was amazing, and I loved how snarky she was and she has a very cute design! The game's OST is fucking phenomenal. Midna's Desperate Hour makes me cry bc goddamn it really sells how serious that situation is. I love Hyrule Field's theme in this game. I love the Twilight Realm's song. Zant was fucking hilariously scary. Ganondorf's design in this game scared the piss out of me when I was younger.

Midna and this game's Link and Zelda are def my favorites. Yeah yeah, Sheik is cool and all I Guess but dhsushwishs Midna holds the special place in my heart. She was totally my gay awakening BUT

For other game antagonists, I adore Ghirahim-- let's go you funky little queer-coded villain. Skull Kid was great, I love the entire dynamic of him. Prankster lost soul stumbles upon Majora's Mask and the mask makes him act out due to powers-- which, I actually took very heavy inspiration from for one of my OCs. The moon falling to Hyrule was a fucking terrifying looming threat.

But the game series holds a place, and I've yet to be able to play BoTW-- although, I'm fairly certain I'll like it. The playthroughs I've watched of it are all fairly decent! I just. Gotta save up enough money to buy it haha.

Dang guess I gotta go watch a Twilight Princess playthrough again.

Honorable Mentions:

Avatar: the Last Airbender, specifically Book 3

my OCs definitely make me happy, they're my children and I'd ramble A LOT longer if given the chance WHEEZE

My friends, but I didn't add them here bc it's more fictional stuff, I presume

Baking. I love to bake cupcakes.

Painting is fun. I'm an artist and goddammit im going to use painting as an excuse to make a mess.

Fire. I rly like fire, down to a pyromaniac level. However, i hate the fires that happened to my home town, the Great Smokey Fires of 2016-- THAT pissed me off. How dare you burn mountain landscapes to the ground. Perish.

History. I'm a history nerd.

I'm also a science nerd.

But fuck math, I cannot comprehend math to save my life.

For some reason, I rly like learning how the human body works??? like did you know, organs are actually sticky when touched by a bare hand?? Did you?? How fucking cool is that.

Bakugan. I love Bakugan, esp the DS game. I love my Darkus Leonidas. Give me back the online world, you peasants-- I want my Darkus Dragonoid. (Also fuck all my friends from when I was in kindergarten- my theory that Alice was Masquerade was somewhat correct.)