#his icecream is boyfriend coloured

[justcallmesakira]

sakiii sakii !!! may I request Nikolai going shopping with reader? helping her choose dresses and asking her to twirl for him every time she tries a new one <3 (he pays for everything or just steals it with his ability 😋)

"Kolya! I want that frilly dress over there right now!" you shouted to the man who was staring at a pinkish dress "Ah! coming, doll"

The man rushed over to you, afraid his ability might cause some attraction in the store.

You and nikolai planned to meet up today, it was the first time seeing him in normal clothes.

Oh and how shocked you were, how can a man who always wears jester clothes to entertain others look like a model in normal clothes.

"alrighty let's try it out" he chearfully pushes you in the dressing room with the dress.

You change and come out, tying the ribbon which came with the dress and twirled around. "What ya think?" you put your hand on your hips which was covered by a colourful tutu like skirt.

"How lovely my girlfriend is!" his loud and love filled voice could be heard through the whole store as he looked you up and down.

"here try this pretty red one with hello kitty prints on it!" gogol pushes another dress infront of you, only this time it looks much shorter than before.

"Um kolya! I can't put on the top, it's kindaaaa tight" you ask for help from the dressing room except before you can look back, his large body is already behind you pushing on the button on your chest.

"WOAH that was fast, almost as if you were watching me" you stated suspiciously as he only chuckles "hahaha come on dove, I just helped you! Plus this dress isn't too tight is it?"

Though you had your suspicions it was nikolai, when does he not lie?

"It is kind of you know? But it's cute I guess" you look at the mirror infront of you and catch a certain pair of gloves hands slowly entice the waistband of the skirt.

"Even if the dress is tight, I will ripping it off of you tonight anyways, love."

His voice whispers in your ear softly which instantly made you push him out of the room.

"wow, didn't knew you were that sensitive to my handsome voice!"

You only heaved a sigh before changing into your normal clothes, feeling a bit flustered at his actions and his hand movement.

You had tried a black maid dress which obviously was nikolai most favourite, another you tried was a parriot costume maybe he got too excited when he saw that.

But to say the least he definitely made you twirl, ALOT.

Both of you walk out of the store hands filled with shopping bags. "You payed for them right, nikolai?"

"uh-huh! Don't worry (name) even though I stole the money from the prime ministers vault at least I payed!" he skips to an icecream shop.

"I mean that's the least terrifying thing you can do i guess." you sigh again, used to his cray cray tactics.

"Hey let's get icecream for all the dresses you tried! It must be hard wasn't it!!" before you can say yes or no, he had already bought the icecream and handed it to you.

"Ooh thank you, nikolai. I told my friends that just because you peeled someone skin off and made them wear it upside down that doesn't mean you can be a great boyfriend!"

you cheerfully lick the strawberry flavored icecream as both of you walk towards the sun, forgetting about all the crazy and jail-worthy crimes both of you committed.

a/n: sorry this wasn't good asa💔

[mattsturniolosmuse]

Talk To Me

Johnny Cade x Fem! Reader

Summary: You've been dating Johnny for 3 months. You've never talked in front of the gang; you are selectively mute. You hate talking, you're scared people will judge you based off of what you say. One day, you're sticking up for yourself and Johnny, and hearing your voice turns him on. Turns out you are a lot louder than you give up to be.

Warnings: Smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), sub! reader, dom! johnny, unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of pet names

"What do you guys think?" Darry asks the gang, following his question of 'what icecream should we get for Ponyboy's birthday?'

Most of the gang replied with chocolate. When it came to you, you shrugged.

"That's alright, angel, just point to the colour." Johnny says, grabbing some crayons off of the kitchen counter. You point at the pink one.

"Strawberry?" He asks. You nod. The votes came out as 5 for chocolate and 2 for strawberry.

"I'm going to take a smoke." Johnny says, stepping outside. You follow him, grabbing the cigarette out of his hand that he offered you. He lights it.

"How you been doin?" Johnny asks you. You nod in response.

"Good? That's good." Johnny says, pausing.

"You can talk to me. I won't judge you, I promise." He says, looking at you wearily. You shake your head.

"No? That's ok." He says, dissapointed.

"I'll bet your voice is really pretty." He says, stomping out his cigarette.

You shake your head again. It ain't.

"Want to go to Dairy Queen?" Johnny asks you. You get up, signalling that you would like him to. He locks his fingers with yours. He admires your face. He's always loved it.

Your e/c eyes that were so full of fear, but lit up whenever someone talked about something you enjoyed. Your cheeks were always rosy, especially when it was cold. Your lips were often coated in your favourite lip gloss; an orange flavour. He found himself thinking about your lips. About how he had never heard a word fall out of them.

"You're so pretty, angel." Johnny says to you, squeezing your hand. You blush.

The roar of an engine cracks Johnny out of his fantasizing about you. He looks behind him, and turning the corner, is a blue mustang. His heart starts hammering in his chest. He grips your hand tighter.

"So, uh- how was your day?" He asks, realizing you haven't noticed the mustang, and not wanting to scare you.

You shrug. The mustang speeds up.

"Sorry, angel, but we gotta run." Johnny says, dragging you with him. You guys try to outrun the vehicle, but, it being a vehicle, it was impossible. You trip on a rock and fall.

"Angel. Fuck. I'm sorry." Johnny says as one of the soc's grab his arm, the other one grabbing yours.

"Hey, pretty girl. I've seen you around school. You know who I am?" The soc asks you, scraping hair out of your face with his blade. Tears are silently pouring down your face as you shake your head.

"Leave her alone, man, please." Johnny says, struggling to get the words out with a blade to his own throat.

"Come on, pretty girl. Talk. I know you can." The soc says into your ear, squeezing your thigh gently.

No. No, no no. You think to yourself.

"Fine. If you won't talk, we'll take it out on your boyfriend here." The soc says, and Johnny got a punch to the stomach. More tears splash onto your face.

"NO! STOP! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" You scream. The soc is so surprised, he let's go of your arm.

"Angel..." Johnny says, looking up at you in shock.

"Come on guys, let's get out of here." The soc says, and him and his buddies pile back into the car and drive away.

You look back to Johnny. He's on the floor, propped up on his elbows.

You grab his hand and stand him up. "Let's go back." You say.

Johnny is suddenly aware of the tent in his pants. He'd never here you speak a word out of those pretty lips, and it made him crazy.

"Yeah. Ok." Johnny says, limping beside you, still in shock.

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"What happened?"

"Are you OK, Johnnycakes?"

"Why is he limping, Y/N?"

These were some of the questions that were fired at you when you got back to the Curtis house. You shrug. Johnny heads upstairs, and you sit on the couch.

You are munching (sorry) on popcorn, when Johnny calls to you.

"Hey, angel, can you come here a sec?" Johnny asks you. You get up, placing the popcorn bowl down on the coffee table.

You enter the guest room, closing the door behind you, and Johnny is sitting on the bed, shirtless. A bruise had begun on his side.

You sit beside him and place your hand on the bruise, your other hand cupping his cheek.

"I'm glad you talked." Johnny whispers, his eyes flicking towards your lips then back up to your eyes. You smile, kissing him gently. The whole motion sent fireworks going off inside your stomach. His lips were soft; and they tasted like cigarettes and vanilla.

Johnny gently places you down on the bed, crawling over you, your lips not leaving eachothers.

Johnny tilts his head to deepen the kiss, and you feel a wet spot growing in your panties as Johnny's knee rubs against your crotch. You whimper quietly as you feel Johnny's tongue brush your lower lip.

You open your mouth, and Johnny's tongue clashes against yours. Johnny moans at the contact, and he slides his hands down your waist and into your shirt.

He begins to squeeze your chest gently, fondling the nipples in between his fingers.

"J-johnny..." You moan. You saying Johnny's name just turned him on more.

"I need you, angel." Johnny says, pulling away from you, his lust clouded eyes piercing into yours. You nod, pulling his black shirt over his head. He kisses you again, and you mess up his hair with your hand. Your other hand trails his stomach, over his slight abs and chest.

Johnny removes your jean jacket and the top underneath, and you unclasp your bra. Johnny groans and stares at you. You blush, averting his eyes, but he grabs your chin and makes you look at him.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, baby." Johnny says, attaching his lips to your left breast while kneading the other. You moan loudly.

He leaves gentle kisses all the way down to your black jeans. He looks up at you for permission, and you nod.

He unbuttons them, sliding them down your legs along with your panties. Johnny bites his lip at the sight of your pussy, his cock throbbing. Your pussy was dripping into the mattress, and he tried so hard to stop himself from rutting into the mattress. He wanted to save himself for you.

He places a gentle kiss to your clit, and your let out a small moan, tangling your hands in Johnny's hair as he flattens his tongue against your pussy.

"Johnny!" You moan out, causing him to go faster. He flicks his tongue in and out of your hole, licking up all of your slick.

"You taste so good, baby." Johnny moans against your clit. It sends vibrations through you, and you throw your head back. The knot in your stomach tightens.

"Johnny, close." You moan, blushing. Johnny pushes his face further into you as you release. His face is dripping with what was a mixture of your slick, cum and his saliva. The sight made you wet all over again.

Johnny wipes his face off with a blanket, and cowers over you again, kissing you gently. You can taste yourself on his tongue.

"Ready? If you want me to stop, just squeeze my hand, and I'll pull out." Johnny says, lacing his fingers with yours. You nod.

He pushes his tip in, and you throw your head back. You squeeze your eyes shut from pain and pleasure. Johnny bottoms out, and begins to thrust in and out of you slowly. You tried to keep your moans in, but it was impossible.

Johnny buries his face in your neck, kissing and sucking hickeys into the skin.

"J-johnny..." You moan, clenching around him. He picks up his pace, his hips pistoning into you at an alarming rate. The only sounds that can be heard are skin clapping and moans that fell from Johnny's mouth and occasionally yours.

"Baby, you feel so good. So tight." Johnny says, kissing you on the lips. His tongue finds yours immediately and you bite it. Johnny groans.

"Close." You moan, clenching down on him.

"Yeah. Come on. Come on my dick, baby. Show me how good I make you feel." Johnny says, bringing you closer to release. You never thought you'd ever hear those words come out of him.

You cum around him, and he thrusts a few more times before pulling out and releasing on your stomach.

"God. I love you, angel." Johnny says, trying to catch his breath.

"Me too." You whisper. You hear a knock on the door, and Johnny scrambles to grab a blanket to cover you.

"Y-yes?" Johnny calls. The door opens and Dally steps into the room.

"You know, if y'all are gonna fuck, find a place that maybe doesn't have 6 other people in it." He says with a smirk. You blush, hiding in Johnny's neck.

This was so much fun to write! Thank you to the anon who requested it. Keep the requests coming!

[starlost-mochi-x]

imagine reader and changbin going out to get some icecream and the rain gets them soaked bc dindt seem that it was gonna rain at all, and they just go all the way home laughing their ass off all wet

awww this is like a scene from a movie <3

ice cream & rain - seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x reader

summary: you and changbin get caught in the rain

genre: fluff, non-idol! au, crack, extremely fluffy, not proofread

a/n: comments, likes, reblogs appreciated <3

"Binnie, careful!"

All you get in response is a manic, high-pitched cackle from your boyfriend, who's currently skipping down the high street, narrowly avoiding poles and other mundane obstructions. He looks like a child; some onlookers glare at him, some look at him strangely, and one particular lady pulls her child away, as if Changbin is high on something dangerous and illicit.

It definitely looks like he is.

But you don't care; he's happy, and you're happy, and you laugh before running to catch up with him. Linking your hands together, you both make your way down the street, cheerful birdsong and the noises of the city swirling around both of you. Changbin slows down eventually to a walk, and his panting is audible as he leads you down a street to a familiar shop. Changbin bursts inside with a confident, self-satisfied smile, making the bell above the door jingle.

The ice creamery is filled with mismatched pastel furniture and pretty, sweet-themed decor lining the walls. The checkerboard tiles underfoot clack as you and Changbin make your way to the ice cream selections, pressing your hands to the glass like hungry children (which you both are, in a way).

The man who runs the shop tuts at you both, swatting your hands off the glass with a tea towel. He rolls his eyes playfully and walks away, and Changbin lets out another loud cackle. You and your boyfriend come here so often now that even the shop owner knows you. You smile at the familiarity of the situation, a pleasant warmth settling inside your stomach at the realisation.

"Which flavour do you want?" an excitable voice snaps you out of your thoughts. Changbin is grinning and his hands are back on the display glass. The shop owner mutters something about cleaning the glass with a haughty smile on his face, but Changbin doesn't seem to hear. He's looking at you expectantly, still grinning, eyes almost shining like the sunlight that's spilling into the little shop.

You pull an exaggerated thinking face and look back down at the assortment of colourful ice cream types and flavours. Changbin giggles and watches you with an adoring smile on your face as you pick out your favourite. He does the same and you both scuffle to pay, Changbin eventually winning and scanning his card. He smacks you lightly on the arm, whining about how 'it's my job to pay, not yours."

You put your hands up in surrender and both of you sit down, eating and laughing with each other. The sounds of your shared conversation echo and reverberate around the small space, and the sun seems to shine even brighter when Changbin offers you his hand to go home.

And then the sun disappears.

As soon as you and Changbin exit the shop, stomachs full of ice cream, the sky opens up and the clouds cluster together and suddenly you're both thrown into a midst of a storm, rain pouring down in heavy, drizzling sheets of frigid, almost numbing beads of nearly-frozen waterdrops. You shriek and Changbin flails, and for a moment you both stand there, the shock of the rain taking you both by complete and utter surprise.

Changbin breaks out of it first. Grabbing your hand, he tugs you down the street in a full-blown run before you both slow down quickly. Neither of you want to risk slipping, and even if you were both willing to run, the rain is so heavy that you can't possibly see. So you both half-jog, half-skip back down the street, shouting and laughing and shrieking at the frigidness of your current environment.

Blinking water out of your eyes, you glance at Changbin. His dark shirt is plastered to his body, face and hair slick with water. His mouth is wide open in a shriek as he accidentally splashes into a puddle, soaking him to his knees. He flaps his arms dramatically, his hand slipping and sliding against yours.

You laugh. He looks like a wet chicken.

He laughs too. Your eyelashes form wet, starlike points and you rub your fingers into them, trying to capture Changbin in your mind like a photo.

Your combined laughter swells and spills out of your bodies, seeping into the cracks of the pavement like the sheeting water. You can barely hear yourself, or him, over the thunderous din of the storm. But you couldn't care less, even if you're both soaked head to toe, and a while away from home. It's just you and Changbin in the middle of the street, in the freezing cold rain. Laughing and shrieking and flailing and being overdramatic. You scream as Changbin kicks water at you, and after you retaliate, it turns into a full-on splashing fight. You scream as a barrage of splashes come your way, wiping water out of your eyes before doing the same to your boyfriend. The sudden realisation of the consequences of your actions bring your happiness to a screeching halt. Grinning, you splash Changbin back before brushing the sensible, rational thought to the back of your mind, forgotten.

We're definitely going to get sick later.

a/n: i smiled so hard writing this

[strawberryspotsstuff]

Hi! I stumbled across your blog and really liked your writing, I was wondering if you could do a Dialtown AU ship fic? <:^) A Swap AU where Randy Jade takes the place of Phonegingi and Phonegingi takes his place?

Randy Jade, the Hobo who fights swans in the park as a hobby and is an over confident idiot who still has a little misfortune but isn't entirely phased from it.

Phonegingi, the very shy and cowardice cryptid who hides in their tent and is always self conscious of their appearance and has low self esteem.

It would be cute that Swap!Phonegingi acts like a touch starved house cat to Swap!Randy but isn't very vocal about it since they don't know how to express things through words and Swap!Randy mostly expresses his affection physically like hugs and kisses(?)

The two are on a date in the park and Swap!phonegingi is a nervous wreck while Swap!Randy finds it very adorable. Swap!Phonegingi is trying to express their love through words but has a hard time doing so because they're not used to it.

:^P

Hello!! Thank you!! :]]

also a dialtown au!?!?!?!!? a SWAP au!?!?!?! WHAT!! :OOOOO

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[SWAP AU] Randy x Phonegingi

Randy bounced on his heels, humming loudly as he held Phonegingi's hand leading them through the park. Phonegingi gulped softly as they were being lead by their energetic boyfriend.

"Are you..sure?" They asked softly, looking around the at the crowded park, families, couples and other alike enjoyed the warm sunny day.

"psshhh" Randy giggled happily as they tugged them along to the lake.

"Let's fight the swans, that'll cheer you up!" Randy encouraged, Phonegingi reeled back, yelping.

"fight, swans?!!?" they shook their head, crossing their arms.

"Yeah?? wouldn't that cheer you up?"

"no????? mingus will come for you, again!" Phonegingi frantically panicked, crossing their arms.

Randy shrugged, letting out a devilish giggle. "dawww, okayyy"

"how... about icecream?" They quietly suggested, Randy gasped in delight, latching onto their side, hugging them.

"Yesssyesss!" Randy cooed, Phonegingi giggled softly, not really use to,, such close interactions, slowly and gently hugged back as Randy hummed as he started to walk to the local icecream stand.

The warm colours of blue, pink and white invited children and teenagers alike into the quaint shop, small white wooden chairs and table outside. Randy confidently lead you through the freshly washed glass doors. Gulping, Phonegingi waddled behind, starring around in concern, what was everyone thinking?

Randy hummed happily as he ordered the sundae and large milkshake, gazing at the colours and different textures of ice cream, starring at it like child.

"let's.. let's sit outside" Phongingi whispered as they tried to tug Randy's sleeve to sit outside.

Randy perked up, "'Oki doki!! Let's wait for our food and sit outside!"

"..our, food?"

"yup!!! we are sharing, duh!" Randy happily cooed, spinning around when her heard his name be called and happily thanking them and getting the food. Phonegingi smile softly, how.. how nice of him.

As they sat down, and both and chowed down on the food. Randy swallowing it in wholes, Phonegingi watched in concern as they ate and drank their own half.

"so.. who's gonna pay?"

"this isn't free??"

"no??????"

Randy dropped his spoon, blinking. Before looking back to the park and back at you, gulping.

"Uhhhhh, let's run."

"...what."

Randy stood up and yanked Phonegingi's giggling loudly as he started to run back to the park, Phonegingi yelped very frantic as they tried to pull back, but Randy pulled them back to their tent.

"that, was, amazing!" Randy laughed, Phonegingi wheezed, shaking their head.

"never.. never again" Phonegingi mumbled.

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uhhh how can they eat ice?? i unno!! its CUTE!!!

[radiosandrecordings]

New fav Jon faceclaim is THIS photo of Oscar Isaac. Not any other photo of Oscar Isaac. Just this one. Exact right degree of “I’m unsure what age I’m looking at”. He looks enough NOT like Oscar Isaac that he could be Just Some Guy but is still Distinct. The multiple layers in dull colours. The hair. The beard. The glasses. I keep thinking the tag on the shirt is a staff lanyard. The way he looks like a weary Uni professor. This man looks like he infodumps about emulsifiers at his future boyfriend’s Icecream birthday. I’m obsessed.

[memes-saved-me]

Don't think about Billy taking on closing the pool just so he can sneak Steve in after hours. Them swimming around, splashing eachother in the warm night air as they kiss. Billy watching Steve smile in the moonlight and realising this is it for him, no one else will ever be his Stevie.

That no matter what happens, whether he actually leaves town after the pool closes for the fall, asks Steve to come with him or if he stays he can't do either without him.

Don't think about Steve's chest pressed flush against Billy's back as the shower water falls over them, somewhat covering the sound of their moans. Not that anyone is there to hear them anyway but this is Steve's favourite kind of day.

The ones when he wakes up a little late and has to rush to work, a busy day filled with far too many children asking for confusing orders and Robin asking him why Billy is walking through the entrance. The answer being to tell him, 9pm Pool.

A stressful day that ends with his favourite person in his new favourite place where they can do and be whoever they want, who they are. A place he can kiss his boyfriend out in the open and then fuck him senseless in the showers right after. Slow and deep, drawn out so the stress truly leaves their bodies to prepare them for pretending again.

Don't think about Billy saying he loves Steve to Robin one day while they want him drop an icecream cone. Telling her he does more than anything but can't bring himself to. That is until one night, a rough one.

One of those nights when he came home after curfew, said the wrong thing or looked the wronf way. A night when he would turn up at the Harrington residence and be sneaked upstairs and ushered into Steve's onsuite and sat on the counter.

Steve telling him to sit still while he cleans him up only for the confession to slip out and take him by complete shock. Only for Steve to say it back and kiss him so softly it truly confirms it for the two of them.

Don't think about them making plans for leaving, to get an apartment somewhere. It didn't matter where as long as it was together. Of which car to take, who would drive when and to wear. How much cash they had and how far that would get them. Two excited idiots in love planning their future down to the colour of the flower baskets in the front garden.

But especially don't think about how all of that, every single moment of hope and happiness was snuffed out in a second. The summer of '85 no longer having an after for them. Their ending being far too soon, much sooner than they had planned for...

[dorki-c]

Fuck him up (if he hurts you)

Characters: Dabi, Fem.(Reader), Toga, Mr. Compress, Giran

Relationship: Dabi and (Reader)

A/N: Hey! I’m finally done with this one! Whoop! Whoop! It took a little while but I’m glad its done because to be honest...I really enjoyed writing this, but, I have other things that require my attention. Also! Happy belated bday Dabi!

 As always, PLEASE REBLOG AND LIKE! (ALSO COME JOIN MY VALENTINES EVENT, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS CLICK HERE!)

TW: Threatening, Swearing and Cheating

Does anybody know the stages of getting over your cheating significant other?

It all starts out with denial- how bittersweet that filthy fucking word is-, although it doesn’t last long, when once you managed to eat at least five tubs of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream whilst watching the last show of some shitty soap opera, the next stage comes to bite your ass, anger- also known as throwing or burning your exe’s belongings that they left; however, I prefer burning it (they won’t be able to sell it if they come back).

Once those first two (rather tough) stages fly pass, this third one was like hitting the jackpot for me, but probably not for you, as the mental gamble caused lots of sexually frustrated people to bargain- to play the dice, you shall, but even gamblers don’t use the ‘third time is the charm’ as its utter bullshit- and then--!

OH GOD, HERE COMES FIVE MORE TUBS OF BEN & JERRY’S ICECREAM! THIS ONE IS A REAL KICKER! SOMEBODY HELP ME! THE LIVING ROOM IS FUCKING FLOODING WITH DEPRESSION- Yup, that was you five tubs of ice cream ago, maybe some chocolate might help…

At last, when the cleaning crew arrived, and you managed to accept- with the sunshine glowing down on your skin after four long stages of shit- with the fresh thought of buying a couple dresses that you saw on sale from that one adorable itty bitty corner shop.

But I’m not like that.

And here’s why in (you guessed it) 5 stages.

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1. Discovery.

Rolling their shoulders backwards, a blanket fell backwards as a tall silhouette ghosted from the bedroom door that they left open.

When the bathroom light blinked to life, (y/n) faintly heard the screeching of the door shut on itself. Though, she knew her beloved boyfriend had to go to ‘work’, what she didn’t know was who made his phone ping at 7:15 in the morning.

Scooting over to the opposite side of the bed, blankets stuck to sweat-ridden skin as they coiled around her legs similarly to a snake and ensnared them to stay stuck and stationary. The plush pillows tried to lull her back to sleep. However, (y/n) wasn’t having any of it.

Reaching out to grab Dabi’s phone- even if he didn’t give you permission- the time was as you predicted, though the contents of his notifications bleeping up was something you didn’t predict. The background of his lock screen was something to behold as it was a picture of your concentrated form doodling in a sketchbook whilst a pale white cup stood beside two fresh slices of cake.

Shakily revealing the messaging app, there was around four or five unknown contacts, all listed under the people’s numbers.

Though one of them caught your eye.

Opening the chatroom, your free hand clutched the blankets.

Dabi is going to regret making you break the way you did that morning.

(He has no choice in doing so.)

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2. Kicking the asshole out.

“Toga…?  C-can you come over, please.”

The TV presented the small-town news that had little to no intervention though that didn’t mould the female into a wish less mess where a gentle hand went to work and smooth out ensnared knots. “Are you okay now, (y/n)-chan?” You never heard Toga murmur before, but that’s the perks of being alive now.

(Y/n) released the trembling bubble of air out of her lungs and into the atmosphere, readying herself for that front door to open. Shaking your head to respond to Toga’s question, a small huff was released out of the other female’s chest.

The blonde female knew why you still weren’t okay.

Whoever walks through that door will have a profound effect on whatever will happen to (y/n).

However, with the slight nudge of her friend’s hand pinching the side of her sensitive waist, a yelp was released in surprise whereas the blonde villain giggled at the reaction. “Your so easy to scare, (y/n)-chan!” Toga loved to tease you, but in this time frame it wasn’t to make you feel uncomfortable but rather the opposite.

She wanted to make your thunder stricken heart rumble with rage in an unknown and bizarre way- but to also remind that you weren’t alone-, though, you had this bubbly and extra crazy best friend who brought over too many sweets for your stomach to handle alongside the annoyance that you hadn’t noticed Dabi’s strange and desolate nature.

As Toga picked up another opened bag of candy (I think they were ‘eclairs’), unwrapped the golden covering as the crinkling plastic fumbled like sparks dancing across the fingers in a tantalising rhythm. In an attempt to grab the bag, Toga was about to throw it across the room so you could get off her because, and I quote “You’re killing me with your weight!”, how lovely that compliment is for somebody who’s blood is like a glacier falling apart after a storm chipped the exterior and revealed the icy truth underneath.

And may God cover their eyes, as that chilling sharp edge at the tip of the glacier crumbles under Mother Nature’s will (so does the female when the familiar screech of the door revealing whoever is walking through reaches her ears).

Sluggishly dripping back onto the couch where at least three of the seven stocked up with fluff blankets- wrapped around drooped shoulders- had slid onto the floor, Toga made an effort to pick them up and stuff (piling) them next to the drowsy (y/n).

“I’m home, dollface!” A familiar voice hollered.

When both of the female’s heard that voice, there was no turning back to the past.

(Y/n) glanced to a duffel bag next to the couch, then glanced towards the teenager’s sinking rage as the blonde’s lips started to slip into a scowl.

A step almost turned into two, however, was held back by the puffy eyed female. “C-c-can I handle this…please?” They whimpered.

Toga really needs to gain a resistance to (y/n) cuteness when she’s sad.

Grabbing the duffel bag, two slippers shuffled (real smooth) around the couch to enter the hallway that led to the front door. Exactly where Dabi was about to take off his shoes.

“I recommend not taking your shoes off.” The pair of blue eyes looked up in confusion. “What? So, I can’t take off my own shoes in our home?” It sounded like a tease, but what if there was another meaning behind it?

Dabi, however, knew that familiar look of sharp-edges eyes where the glossy swirling of a singular emotion led to- and his teasing didn’t make the situation, he’s found himself in, any more light-hearted.

“This isn’t your home anymore,” Hissed (y/n), where (the fuck) did she get that attitude from?

“Who told you that you can throw me o—” The heavy duffel bag clutched in (y/n) clammy hands thud against Dabi’s chest, where his feet slid against the front door’s matt- his legs trembled at the impact the bag had on his chest- along with the rising cough that caught up to him after fleeing from a hero.

“Nobody—told me what to do.” Another sniff ensued, “But, I figured out the truth.” An eyebrow twitched upwards in anticipation as his hand bawled against his hip.

“Then tell me, what’s this big ass ‘truth’ you figured out?” Retorted the male with turquoise eyes watching her head droop towards the ground to hide something.

Raising it after a momentary pause, she glowered “You’re a bloody cheater, Touya.” When tears stained the red canvas again.

“Oh, so this is what it’s about…” Voice as nonchalant as shallow murky river water, “Do you even realise why I did it?” Rolling his eyes, two fingers wormed their way towards a special ring on her left hand before it hit the ground.

“I don’t want to know why.”

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3. Jealousy

It was sudden, quick, and loud how Toga came into your (lonely) apartment.

Bang went the door against the wall and crash went the multiple shoes from the shoe cabinet as they thudded against the floor.

“(Y/N)-CHAN! I HAVE GOOD NEWS!” Her shout was louder than the moans you would usually make when it was a pleasurable night with your (new) ex, however you shouldn’t dwell on past relationships.

Only moving your eyes slightly from the book gripped tightly in your hands, Toga sauntered over holding a suspiciously large bag, this only led one ping-pong ball bouncing back to another ping-pong ball within the crevasses of your mind.

Placing a ripped piece of paper in the book, it snapped shut, “Who did you kill?” questioned (y/n)- knowing that when Toga finds something, she will resort to violence, no matter the cost-, however the sweet smile presented as a defence for whatever action she committed was enough dull your concern.

 “Not telling ya!” Then getting a knife out- wait, where did that even come from-, Toga stabbed into the black plastic bag and tore it open with many- I mean tons- of clothes sliding out of the bag and becoming a miniature avalanche in the small space that is your living room.

“…H-how?” Sputtered (y/n), Toga replied: “Big sis’ Mags let us borrow some of her clothes!”

(Y/n) can only imagine how Toga managed to convince Magne to let her borrow some clothes off her, and by clothes, (y/n) could only assume its short skirts and dresses.

“But!” Added Toga, “we have to wait for Mr.C to pop up!”

Great, even Mr. Compress knows about your breakup with Dabi.

“Fine.”

.

.

.

Sitting pretty on a kitchen chair, a small brush lightly dabbed a small hint of colour against the rooftop of your eyes. “Why are we doing this, again?” Murmured the relaxed female as a small dress laid boringly over the torso where it edged closely to showing the backside of her thighs.

Chuckling in response to her inquisitive comment, the villain grabbed liquid eyeliner, although it was smacked out of his hand and replaced with pencil eyeliner matched with a scowl from his subject.

“Liquid eyeliner is cursed, don’t get that shit near me.”

“My, my, even somebody as classy as I wouldn’t offensively smack such an object—”

Oh boy, here we go again.

“Shush, I could easily get Big Sis Magne to beat your ass if you use that tone with me, sir.”— “Oh heavens no! I think Magne would pick my side out of the two of us!”— “Oh really now?”— “I believe—”

Another door slammed open and in stormed Toga in a confident catwalk down the hallway just to profoundly exclaim; “NOPE! SHE’LL CHOOSE ME AS THE CHOSEN ONE!”

Cue the laughter.

.

.

.

Before the sun was ready to roll itself out of the closet, the patchwork villain made his way under the thick cover of darkness to a certain broker’s office.

Pushing it open to let the light of the office room scream in his eyes before he even had the chance to speak, the older male that greeted him, offered him a seat.

“Hey Dabi, what brings you here to my humble abode?” Giran spoke out as the glistening cup of coffee placed in front of the wanderer reflected the light into its murky brown ripples. “I need you to trace this number to its origin, and quick.” Anxiously sliding his phone to showcase your number, the broker twitched his brow upwards.

“First and foremost, where’s the cash?” A thick wad of yen slammed against the table.

“Happy now?”— “Very much so!” Scowling at Giran’s happy chirp, the broker worked his magic on the burner phone to effectively trace the number back to your location, where Dabi soon enough made his way towards the destination you were at.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this…

Nor why he still keeps the ring…

However, he knows what he’s going to say next.

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4.  Anger

Simmering and low crackles of something in the kitchen of your apartment awoke the female from her drunken slumber.

What was being made and why does it smell so familiar? The waft of the meal being created swarmed the first stimulant within the hungover mind of yours truly as the wavering warmth rustled around your legs in an unspoken persuasive whisper to stay in bed.

However, curiosity killed the cat and also brought it back.

Two feet tapped the floor in alerted silence.

Tiptoeing across the room, a hand clenched the side of the doorway when two eyes surfed the surroundings outside of her den.

The sizzling stopped, with a small snap of fire going out.

At the same time this happened, it was then when she figured out who was in her kitchen: Him.

Him, with his tall stance that could make for a ladder to climb on or him with his broad shoulders that look like they were bricks squished underneath his skin, where his paired raven hair familiarly spiked up.

“What are you doing here?” If it wasn’t for the delicious food he was making, then you would’ve killed him on sight. A lacklustre glance at the female, he uses one of her spatulas to move the bacon from the frying pan onto a plate with plump golden coloured scrambled eggs.

“You were drunk, I brought you home, and am now making your hangover breakfast.” Placing the plate next to your arm resting against the counter, with another glance in your direction, Dabi made a finishing blow in the words of: “Since you can’t cook for shit.”

Oh boy, he knows you too well to expect your immediate reaction: anger.

From the built-up rage that started to stack up from days of unrest (and being bloated because of the several tubs of Bens & Jerry’s ice cream), it all started to splutter out of control.

“Oh-- So now your fucking attacking me after the shit you put me through?”

“Why should you know?” (Y/n) turned sour at his comment, “’Why’ I should know?!”

From the nearest counter, there was an empty glass. You took advantage of the potential weapon held it up ready for it to slam against the ground.

“(Y/n) -- put the glass down.” Warned the patchwork male.

With the tips of her ears feeling ever so hot, it felt like the pressure escalating within her ears caused only for her protests to be heard even through the pause of silence.

“(Y/n).” A small twitch of one of his feet made (y/n) flinch backwards. “Com’ on, I know you don’t want to hurt me.” He took another step toward, her grip tightened on the glass cup.

“Do you even know why I’m here?”

“No,” Moving her hand higher, Dabi took another step forward, (Y/n) took another step back, “And I don’t want to kno—” Blubbering a bit of salvia as the female attempted to speak, though it was incoherently heard through squished cheeks.

“Listen, for fucks sake,” Electric blue eyes pierced into your soul like a spear, it’s quite hilarious: You once loved those blue eyes of his, you once worshipped the feeling of his eyes raking down your nude body before- as they took in the sight of pleasure squirming and tightening underneath those diligently flexible fingers-, but those days are over.

He can worship your goddamn forgiveness if he’s going to restrain you like this.

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5. Forgiveness

“That’s what happened.”

Two legs of your own were crossed over each other like two birds of a feather.

“Are you being honest with me?”

His hand tapped the table as he sat across from you.

“Yes, I’m being honest.”

Breathing inwards and releasing a slow, practiced breath. She glanced at the male’s awaiting expression.

“Okay…”

Biting his ruined lip, the raven-haired male let out a breath of relief.

“Will you forgive me?”

She wishes she could.

“I’m not so sure yet…”

Dabi looked to the side to see (y/n) with both of his eyes.

“But, I’ll give you one last try.”

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Little dead people

Yes, indeed I wrote a short story, which was a nice change honestly. And I'm sharing it here :P

• About: a young man who meets a little girl who helps him understand the strangeness of the world, his regrets, and there's also some grieving for his boyfriend involved.

• Genres: historical, paranormal, horror (???), a bit of romance, Alice in Wonderland retelling

• Warnings: character deaths, memory loss

• And I know this isn't one of my main WIPs, but I'll add the taglist anyway, I'm AlMoSt SoRrY: @talesofsorrowandofruin @baguettethebooklover @aligned-stars-writing @regan-wickworre @theidioticbadass

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I was standing by an old Victorian house, waiting for nothing, as the world shuffled around me, in a way drained of colour and yet more colourful than before, time moving too slowly and yet way too fast. Polka dot dresses and pale shirts hung from clothing racks with drops of water slipping down them, icecream melted down cones and children’s hands, summer’s last blossoms were squashed beneath people’s shoes…

And when I turned, I saw her beside me: a little bit too small for her age, a little bit too quiet, a little bit too sad-looking, a little bit too much like a photograph. Near her feet flew a butterfly with white wings.

‘Hello there, sir’, she whispered, her eyes wide with timid curiosity, her hands curled up in the pockets of a coat too big for her.

I find now that I don’t remember the colour of her eyes; were they brown? Brown like yours, soft yet sharp and deep… Yes, I think I will settle on brown.

‘Hello’, I said with a smile. ‘What’s your name?’

She frowned. ‘I only know my middle name; so call me Pleseance.’ She extended her arm for me to shake, and so I did.

‘I’m Everhart.’

‘That’s interesting.’ Then she turned to look at the house. ‘Do you want us to go explore it? We can have a tea party in the backyard.’

I consented.

In the hall of the house there was dust and the portrait of a black cat with a grin that looked oddly - disturbingly – normal. The cat flickered with a knowing gaze, and then – in a way that was oddly, disturbingly normal – disappeared.

‘Don’t worry’, whispered Pleseance, ‘he just likes showing off.’

We went in the backyard trough a kitchen that was messy and decorated with many teacups and tablecloths. Outside trees and grass and bushes grew tall and pale in the sun, and the noise of the town was muffled and faded, and nearby ran a white rabbit, holding a watch in its paw.

‘The White Rabbit thinks he’s late again.’ She tutted. ‘I don’t know why he can’t realise that it’s okay to do things at your own pace; there’s no “too late” and no “too early” – it’s all just guidelines.’

And then time and space shivered like a cat purring, and we were sitting at a table lined with teacups. On the chairs around it sat – well, existed – a black straw hat and white gloves that floated in the air, a fidgety hare and a snoring mouse.

And they were talking.

I couldn’t hear them, I couldn’t understand them, I just knew they were, the same way you know things in dreams.

The mouse was telling a story, the hat snapped at regular intervals at Pleasance, who was blushing, and the hare stared dreamily into space, muttering soft wisdom under its breath.

It was like watching somebody else’s dream, or nightmare, or imagination… but that’s really how things work, isn’t it?

…Life, what is it but a dream?

And in my head I heard a voice that sounded like the way the grinning cat looked.

‘Any place you want to get to?’

‘Maybe.’

And then I was standing in a room that had a floor that looked like a great chessboard, and Pleasance was standing beside me, the white butterfly perched on her shoulder.

I took a step toward the board, but she held me back.

‘No – don’t step on there; give them instructions.’

‘Which ones?’

But then with no concious thought I played with myself, and I remember most clearly that one of the pawns became queen, and then we disolved into dust and we appeared again in a dining room with a wallpaper of a unicorn and lion fighting, and the pawn that became queen was shaking in a fever dream, and the food and everything else flew around in crazed chaos and Pleseance was holding a plate of brownies, her eyes bright with silent panic, pleading me to take one without saying a word.

And so I did.

It tasted like truth, like having all you wishes come true and then realising how bitter they are and knowing they are what you need and keeping them anyway.

...Next I stood before a small grave in a colossal graveyard; the name engraved was mostly faded and covered in moss – but the middle name of the person buried there could be read.

Pleseance.

There were no dates – they would be too tragic.

On the ground there was a damaged photograph with little Pleseance sitting on a chair in a room that looked like a library, and a window trough which the backyard could be seen.

And with pale conciousness I ran and floated and flew trough the places where reality shivered, at last solidifying in the hall of the house, and the world was in sepia like Victorian photographs, and Pleseance was gone and the cat was just a kid’s drawing and little butterfly wings fell from the ceiling.

The shadow of Pleseance’s hand brushed against mine and she whispered the shadow of her last words.

Don’t grieve; I wanted you to understand.

She told me not to tell you her name.

Or maybe I just don’t remember her name.

…Echoes fade and memories die.

And I fell, and you were there to catch me (how? How were you always there when even I wasn’t?), and you pressed soft desperate kisses to my lips as everything I was waned away into nothingness, not caring whether the world would disgrace us…

And now I’m sitting by your grave, gasping your name as tears glide down my cheeks.

Harlow…

I just wish we could be together.

But I’m a ghost and you are gone…

…And still she haunts me, phantomwise.

And it’s a warm summer day, and somewhere far away laughter can be heard, and the grass lulls itself to sleep in the breeze, and the smell of the flowers brings back memories of happiness, and little white butterfly wings fall timidly to the ground.

Life, what is it but a dream?

[disney-prince-quinn-hughes]

thank you to @ethan-bears finally getting round to do these 

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? it’s a brownish kind of colour 

2. name a food you never eat ? mushrooms 

3. are you typically too warm or too cold ? I don't actually know 

4.what were you doing 45 minutes ago ? getting dressed 

5. what’s your favourite candy bar ? it’s a New Zealand classic whittakers peanut slab 

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game ? a few cricket games countless rugby games . had a season ticket for the local rugby team at one point . been to two ice hockey games in England 

7. what is the last thing you said out loud ? “what is it boy-o? “ to my dog who was looking over the couch at his ball and ball chucker 

8. what is your favourite icecream ? salted caramel and fudge 

9. what was the last thing you had to drink ? water 

10. do you like your wallet? actually yeah 

11. what is the last thing you ate? toffee icecream  

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend ? nope 

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched ? Foxes 5-2 win over Man City (my home team ) 

14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn ? Caramel  , everything else seems too salty  

15. who is the last person you texted ? my mum yesterday 

16. ever go camping ? havent since 2018-19 when we went to Queenstown 

17.do you take vitamins ? no

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship ? nope . not since moving 

19. do you have a tan? no 

20. do you prefer Chinese or Pizza? Pizza 

21. do you drink your soda through a straw ? no 

22. what colour socks do you usually wear ? black or blue with stripes

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit ?  never botrhered to learn to drive .. driving scares me 

24.what terrifies you? driving , being the only one that tries in a relationship/ friendship 

25.look to your left, what do you see ? my dog 

26. what chore do you hate most ? Vaccuming  . i hate lugging the huge vaccum  behind me . i’m only tiny 

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? “look at me . Look at me . Look at MOI “ From Kath & Kim 

28. what’s your favourite soda ? cherry cola 

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit  the drive thru ? I don't eat fast food

30. what’s your favourite number?11

31.who’s the last person you talked to ?  mum who is right next to me 

32. favourite cut of beef?  i would only eat it if its minced . i dont like steaks and i prefer chicken anyway 

33. last song you listened to ? Just the way you are by Bruno Mars . we have youtube playing on the second tv  on shuffle 

34.last book you read? The Alchemist series 

35. favourite day of the week ? friday night 

36.can you say the alphabet backwards? slowly and if i concentrate

37. how do you like your coffee? cappuccino 

38. favourite pair of shoes ?  black canvas shoes or my black ankle boots 

39. what time do you normally wake up ? weekdays is between 9 and 10 am , weekdays is between 10 - 11 am 

40.what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets ? sunsets 

41. how many blankets on bed ? normally two in case Archie is with me 

42. describe your kitchen plates ? red 

43. describe your kitchen at the moment . still sorting out places to put stuff with the move from the rental 

44. do you have a favourite alcoholic drink ? i dont drink much if at all but i love malibu and coke . 

45.do you play cards ? sometimes 

46. what colour is your car ? i dont drive 

47. can you change a tire . Nah 

48. your favourite state ? im gonna say my New Zealand state so Canterbury 

49. favourite job you had ? it wasn’t much but kitchen/catering hand at the Army Mess 5 minutes away from where we used to live . the people there were so kind to me and once thought that Anthony Cirelli was my boyfriend cause he was my lock screen to my phone once 

50. tag some people .  @powerblais @ohforpuckssake @schwizzle-schwartz

@guardianbelle  

[spacegaywritings]

Drunk Kitchen - Chapter 1 / 2

Summary: Remy and Virgil have some fun with adult juice but their fun is about to drop when the craving for sustenance Can be read as purely platonic considering there is no lip-kisses. Tags: food mention ×missing your soulmate ×Alcohol ×Drunken Shenanigans ×Drunken Flirting ×Drunkenness ×war metaphors from drunk idiots taking cooking too serious

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  The sun was low, the day was crisp. Afternoon settled over the land and into the bones of workers hungering for the sweet end of their weekend shifts just to make a bit of extra money and finally be with their beloved home.

Outside, a few people got ready to enjoy the Saturday night, to go wild and party and dance until their bodies had different shames and their head carried different names. The first groups emerged from the home-coming crowds as the birds flew back to their nests and the first buses took the party people over to the pool of sweaty bodies and alcoholic beverages.

Inside, some people reunited their families, others were greeting the next groups of wellness-seeking average people who just lived for getting a meal cooked for them once in a while.

In other places, the party was already high up. It was autumn, Saturday afternoon and so late, you could almost call it evening with the clouds closing in to frame the sun. The bright star was slowly descending, disappearing behind the busy streets and high skyscrapers.

Virgil and Remy... they were the last kind of people. Ever since their roommate - Emile, lovely and beloved datemate of theirs - was out to meet his parents and do some catching up stuff, Remy had decided that it was time to do some catching up as well.

Holding up a bottle of strong alcohol, he had invited Virgil into the “fun” they would have and all the other could see was the impending doom within a bottle. Still, he had given in and willingly decided to slurp some of the disgusting and burning liquid from Remy’s bouncing navel piercing.

Virgil had never forgotten his doubts as quick as in these moments.

Drinking was far beyond by now, the sun was burning with the last intensity of a stubborn yet dying ally. The last words were spoken and Remy sagged against his love.

“wmhwmhw V..”, he mumbled and snuggled against the taller boy.

Virgil swatted at the other but made no attempt at actually pushing him off or anything. Instead, he wrapped an arm around him after trying to get at his little coffee bean. He wavered on his feet but made sure to lean against the counter as Remy just decided to give in and crush Virgil with the whole weight of being responsible to hold him up.

“The fwuck yo...yo wan-mmm “, Virgil hiccuped as he snuggled the other, “uh.. Ri?”

His voice was low and the words came out much clearer than expected but Virgil was worse off than Remy, despite the heavy hiccuping that came from the smaller of the two.

“VIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii”, Remy shouted at once, then dragged the syllable along as if it was a piece of chewed out, wet gum rather than a nickname.

The man in question just let out a grunt in reply but looked at the shorter guy with hazy hazel eyes. Heh, hazel hazy... hazyel... Pf..

Virgil’s lips twitched into a lazy smile. His arm tugged at Remy who had not enough control over his body to resist the strong suggestion of cuddling closer. The tall, slightly curvy man chuckled a bit and flapped his long lanky arms around his lovely Remy.

“Ri-Ri - Remyyyyyy”, he giggled in a singsong voice as he rocked from left to right and left to right and further to the right and then stopped.. because he lost the unsteady rhythm his drunkass-stupid mind had set up before. He was even too silly to follow his unconscious motifs.

The smaller man was torn between giggling and breaking off the whole hug but the rocking movement was something between nauseating and comforting in a way that he felt too mentally and physically weak in his knees to put a foot down and stop it. He just let his baggy body sluggishly fall from one to the other side within Virgil’s soggy grip.

“Nuuu”, Remy protested. He was so short of breath, he just snuggled back against Virgil’s chest and let out more distressed noises of Remy’s Complaints :tm: “Vii....”, he started again, his mind gathering every bit of brain juice he had to actually continue his intention and voice whatever weird thought had built up in his mind, “food..we..”

Remy swallowed.

“we need foo...fofof..foof....” Remy scoffed at himself, indignation taking over as he felt anger rise against his useless mouth. How dare it just suck at wording like this? “f-food. FucKING food!”

Spit flew against Virgil’s purple shirt but he was too dizzy to really see it. His mind was everywhere and it felt as if nothing was steady but instead, all was moving. He knew nothing should be moving and he had stopped rocking forever ago.

Wait, where was he? Oh, oh yes. Remy.

“uh.. what?”

He blinked and redirected his attention to the other again.

“Uh.. fo-forgot to .. uh .. what .. um, did you say? “

His mind was still drawing a blank at him so he just stared at Remy, hazel eyes empty and void of expectation or thought. He lacked about anything but a high blood sugar level and tons of alcohol. Yes. Yes, so much alcohol of it.. of this bottle and another bottle and oh man..

“Virgil - Vi Vi vI vI v iv iv viv - bitch! virgIL you stupid fucker”

Remy ranted on and patted his chest violently, insistently. The other blinked and just... nodded again, his wavy attention slowly wobbling back into place as Remy wanted to have it. His mind felt like these ... these screens ..oh man these screens... sleep screens? These screens that happen when you do not use your shit and then your technology gives you that DVD screen and the symbol changes colour and wobbles from one corner to another and usually just hits walls.

This was his mind right now.

“Virgil” Remy flapped a hand against Virgil’s cheek. “Like,... food... we gotta eat and this shit.... food... just food, man”

He voice started to sound like he was talking about a conspiracy rather than preparing a meal with one of his datemates.

Virgil carefully nodded. Still, his face seemed as droopy and out-of-this-world as before. Connecting to him seemed about impossible bit Remy was trying his best and somewhat succeeding at this point.

At last, the taller one was looking down at the man in black. A slightly oversized top was hugging Remy’s sides and slacked a bit around his chest area. Forever stoic, the tall over squinted at Remy and nodded.

“Food”, he repeated.

Slowly, at an incredibly ancient pace, Virgil’s mind seemed to start and actually process the idea of food, a meal. Yes, food. Food sounded good, sounded like an amazing thing to have. Oh, yes food could be tasty and they could eat together and have really tasty food that was delicious.

“Em has foood”, he argued eventually.

Yeah, whyever the hell would Virgil make food if it was not in order to satisfy Emile’s petite hunger. His mind just could not comprehend the idea of .... making a meal when Emile was gone. Why would he? It did not make sense.

Unless..

Virgil blinked, a flash of intelligence brushing through his alcohol-numbed braincells. Remy.

“hungry... uh.. you “, he started at first, then swallowed, his mouth tasting of cherries and kisses even sweeter than sugared fruit. And it tasted of a lot of alcohol. It could rival a bottle of common sanitising solution, to be candid. “You are hungry?”

Remy nodded eagerly!

His head bopped up and down immediately but once he had executed the movement for a bit, his head seemed to understand that the pressure and pain seemed to come from the sensation of sudden and repetitive movement of his innocent brain. If he tried harder, maybe he would just make a little cocktail in his head.

Heh, like a brain milkshake when you ate icecream a lot and it started hurting so you shake your head until the pain comes off. Brainfreeze was bad. Yes.

But food!!

“ah - uh.. food”, Remy repeated once more, “cook - um,.. we should cook.”

Virgil nodded without understanding and let himself be tugged along. The smaller boyfriend was freeing himself from Virgil’s wide hugs and he quickly made it out of the embrace and stepped away from the loving support that was his boyfriend’s stable shoulder.

Without missing another heartbeat, Remy strode forward and dragged Virgil along. Together, they made a move, they made progress, they took a whole step after the other until Remy - the genius of the two - made a big realisation- Virgil had been his support all along.

His body did not like being without any wall or shoudler to lean on. Instead of moving forward, he was suddenly experiencing the force of being forced downwards and he and Virgil bonked their heads together as they stupidly collapsed into the floor.

No braincell was lost in the process of making this fall. They were just as silly before the fall and they would continue to be silly even afterwards. Honestly, they were not more clever, now that they had experienced the first hardship.

Oh no. Those were drunk idiots.

Hurting heads clanked together and Virgil slid over the body underneath him, his throbbing temples restricting his reason and patience.

What had happpened? Did they not want to make food? But the food... Where was the food?

“Where ‘s Em?”, Virgil mumbled and scrambled his twig of a physical vessel back into a seating position at last.

Remy was still on the floor, groaning and cursing unintelligible strings of words. Maybe they were made-up words. They sounded made-up. Virgil’s boyfriend was beautiful and a really clever writer so he probably knew how to make words. Wow, such great skill.

He really wanted to kiss him now but a part of him was still mourning after the - once again - new realisation of a missing Emile.

“Viiiiiiiiiii”

A voice whined and the black bundle of boyfriend was moving towards him again, hands facing him and arms outstretched as if to grab Virgil like a lifeline.

“Em is not here...”, Virgil responded and laid back down to his partner.

Misery loves company ♥

The tall boy curled around the smaller one and gently hugged him from behind. Remy let out a little hiccup and snuggled into the embrace.

“n we dun hav food”, he argued silently and nudged Virgil’s chest with his heavy head. It was running on pain and simply pressing against his skull for no reason but to be dummy annoying.

That stupid bitch.

“We uh.. can umm.... do this thing - like..uh, cook..” Virgil swallowed, his body suddenly invigorated by the energy of being right about something, by having a single functioning braincell in his godforsaken drunk-ass head. “Cook! Oh my fuck, we-we can cook!”

The raven man twitched and tapped the floor insistently.

“PIZZA!”

Virgil nodded.

“uh.. how.. how do you.. uh ,,, we? How ... how pizza? How do you make uh, ujm.. pizza”

“Oh !! o ! yes, pizza!”

Virgil’s mind was already swirling around the idea of hot, cheesy, greasy food. Tasty, doughy and absolutely amazing for his mouth - his tastebuds. It felt like a relief already.

In foolish happiness, the two got up. It took a while, longer than a few moments but rather multiple minutes until they had climbed and dragged themselves back up to the position of standing, sophisticated human beings. Not that they were a part of the fancy beings but rather that they seemed to resemble this species a bit more than any other.

Eventually, Remy hung over the drawer filled with snacks. He needed to eat, wanted to eat and he had a certain craving for the greasiest of foods. The black dude grabbed the crisps and hugged them to himself, snuggling up on topf of the kitchen counter with the little snack as Virgil got minced meat to make a killer festival of a greasy pizza dish. Remy started off good! His hands grabbed the package from two sides and started pulling. For some reason, still, his grip seemed to slip. His fingers just couldn't grasp the material properly. It was one of the shiny packages that felt smoother than these matte ones. Virgil liked the texture better so they usually got these rather than other ones.

Just.. today.. they didn't seem to want to open and Remy, in his silly mind, was convinced that more violence and stubbornness would solve the issue better than scissors would ever be able to. Virgil got a pan and was ready to got. Meat, pan. What else would a person need?

His drunk mind started working, gears setting into motion and letting his thought process start. Just as he realised that maybe some oil would be helpful, he heard a loud sound, a sudden shuffling and scattering.

The hazy mind of Virgil redirected his shortened attention span to the source of sound and was met with the sight of Remy covered in spices and crisps. Opening the pack of crisps with a little more aggression was not as practical as he had expected it to be and now he was stuck on the kitchen counter, covered in crisps and crumbs and excess spice powder.

“...uh..”

The tall blob of confusion looked at the orange boy. Yes, Remy was now officially orange. Those were spicy crisps! Honestly, if someone was able to pull off being covered in crisps, drunk out of their mind yet still look somewhat remotely attractive then it was Remy.

The hungry man giggled, his body vibrating and and shaking in amusement. The crisps travelled down, sliding off his clothes and down onto the counter.

“I am tasty!”, he cheered, arms stretched out and ready to hug and tackle the issue at hand, “look!”

The taller one of the lovers just shook his head and leaned in, snatching one off the crisps with his tongue and welcoming the spicy hot treat into the drooling cavern that was his mouth. A hum escaped his mouth and he nodded his head sagely.

“Very tasty”

The two giggled further, Virgil curling his tall posture into a slightly crooked “l” as he  leaned closer to the counter. His hand grasped the edge and promptly encountered one of the lost crisps that cracked and broke on impact. A dying screech could be heard after the lethal contact. A few crumbs could be found on the inside of Virgil’s hand as he retreated his palm in the curiosity of an innocent child’s mind.

“huh..”, he observed wisely. His tongue leaped at the crumbs and he absorbed the piece of sustenance.

“We need to clean .. uh.. that”, he added after chewing on his food and eventually swallowing it down. His left vaguely gestured towards the mess of roasted potatoes decorating one of his datemate’s bodies.

It was a wondrous sight but would turn Emile into an upset little puppy rather than a happy and excited Golden Retriever. He did have the soft energy of one.

Remy nodded again. One of his hands bravely sneaked one of the crispy delights and rewarded his watering mouth with the taste of bell peppers.

“Ish gwood”

Virgil snorted.

“Em- uh.. We- we need to clean”, he reiterated, “we gotta clean.”

The smaller man suddenly shook, his body coming to life and more avalanche of crumbs suddenly breaking from Mount Remy and crashing down onto the kitchen counter with silent pitter-patter sounds. It was like raindrops but less liquid and more dry. More crunchy and crushing.

Satisfying.

“We! Uh, we can..ah- do uh.. um! Bowl! V! Get a bowl!”

The taller of the two broke away from his waiting stance and slowly descended to his knees to pick up a bowl. His mind comprehended the things a bit better by now. The alcohol might be fading or maybe the one bit of crisps was absorbing ALL his alcohol within him.

Or magic, obviously.

They got the crisps from the kitchen counter and off Remy right into the bowl which was then settled in Remy’s happy lap. He was welcoming and neighbourly to the bowl, hugged it and treated it right because he was proper and gentlemanly in his foggy mind.

Virgil looked at the bowl, full and rich with greasy little pieces of potatoes and a mix of spices.

“uh.. they um.. they will be bad”, he thought aloud and tapped against the bowl as he fished another bit out of it. His mouth was accepting the treat willingly and his stomach howled in anticipation. Only his mind was still twisting and turning and nothing made sense. Not that he minded too much. His body was warm and cozy and his thoughts seemed to fly. “we um.. should eat all.”

Remy hugged the bowl, his face immediately scrunching up in distaste.

“Food!”

The smaller man curled up, his legs moving up and his back hitting the wall as he pulled his knees up to his chest. The bowl was put between his chest and the knees.

His precious treasure.

“Ri, we... you are eating it. We will eat it”, Virgil compromised and reached out for the bowl but Remy hissed at him. The heart of a betrayed man was on his tongue as he scowled at the other and gently snuggled his little meal.

A soft puppy face spread over his facial features.

“We eat it..?”

His voice was softer than silk, the tone lowered to a plead. Virgil’s smile was soft and genuine when it appeared and settled on his features. He tried to mimic a similar level of gentleness with his voice and carefully brushed over the back of one of Ri’s hands that was grasping the bowl.

“We will eat it all. No throwing away.”

Remy smiled at him and nodded enthusiastically.

“We share!”

The two were calmly eating out the bowl, enjoying the greasy treat and Virgil allowed himself to lean into the counter and lay next to Remy. The latter eventually decided to be a good bean and switch the bowl with Virgil. Once one of his datemates was sprawled over his thighs, Remy brushed through the pastel pink hair tips of his love’s soft strands. The home dyejob was long ago and the colour was faded so much that the bleached hair slowly took over but Virgil seemed comfortable with a tuff of cotton candy as his hair.

He hummed.

���Food... V.. “, he commented and gently patted his head - earning a little gasp from the other in his state of mindless relaxation. “perfect”

Virgil giggled, the words of his Remy immediately prompting the response their datemate would usually add to it.

“Do you mean ‘purrfect’ ?”, the two inquired in unison before falling victim to their own giggles which soon consumed the incomplete throuple. They would both hear Em’s voice without him being around.

Remy softly nudged his love and Virgil let out a soft grumble. He decided to groan back and nudge again to insist on his wish that the tall boy move.

“We still need to cook, yanno”

Virgil giggled, wobbling on his feet with his wonky stand on the ground. He shifted his weight from one side to the other and moved like a wave to balance his uncertain steps.

“Heh.. cock”, he commented, intelligently so.

Remy joined his hilarious giggles and soon enough, the Virgil curled over the other, hugging him and vibrating in laughter as his smaller roommate shook and twitched in his soft snickers.

“C-cok..!”, Remy tried to correct yet failed as his breathless lungs swallowed half his sounds. Instead, his miserable attempt at setting things straight ended up in making the whole endeavour even gayer. “Co-..cockpfffffffffff”

Virgil shook his head, head red with laughter and euphoria as the words hit him and the meaning actually reached his mind. For some reason, repeating “cock” was amazing and his mind chanted it back at him, echoing the stuttered out attempts at saying “cook” that Remy produced with little success and much struggle.

“c-...”, Virgil laughed loudly, drawing back and wobbling onto his feet once more instead of blanketing his love with the abomination of his oddly large body, “co...cocc!!”

Remy had just composed himself to as much as breathe for a little second but the words Virgil threw into their version of a conversation quickly rekindled the fire of shrieking laughter and gasping snickers.

The two continued simply repeating each others miserable shots at saying “cook” a few more times, wild banter or unfinished words and breathless syllables were between them and filled the room with the warmth it was missing with their datemate still out. Heads grew hot and glowed in amusement at their stupid joke. Nothin could stop them but their horrible need to breathe after all.

They calmed down and their laughter died down.

Virgil decorated the floor, hugging the cool tiles with his warm tomato head as Remy patted the empty counter he sat on, his hand just mindlessly moving against it, stroking it ever so gently like a lover should be caressed. The tall boy was already half asleep as Remy’s hazy look wandered over the mess of a kitchen.

Crisps were still scattered wildly around the kitchen counter (mostly limited to where he was sitting) and even the floor. Cups, shots and little decorative umbrellas were clotting the sink and a few empty cans and bottles lined the side of the sink that did not have a drying rack. Even further, there were towels and napkins everywhere.. and more importantly, a pack of meat and a whole bottle of olive oil.

Why.. Oh, yes. The food.

His lethargic sight was enriched by the eventual addition of crisps creeping into his field of vision.

“V!!! V! The fooooood”

His words emphasised the food part. The significant part. Oddly enough, he could experience a moment of déjà vu yet without any recollection of similar events happening to him. Or happening at all.

The patch of pink and purple pastels was still on the floor but slowly, the legs within the pink yoga pants started stirring up.

He groaned again, feeling the déjà vu also but not being able to quite place it. The past minutes were lost on him. Virgil’s eyes blinked at the new day and new situation before him. Everything was fresh to his drunk mind and he nodded as he signaled he had heard his smaller lover.

He scratched his butt but made sure to flip himself over so he could see the other hovering over him on his divine place on the kitchen counter. Far above him, posing on the clouds of this mundane kitchen. The house’s own Cupid was shooting him glances of love and blinked in charm with his lovely eyelashes.

Virgil smiled up at the divine sight of his love. His sight was blurred by the pinkish veil of his hair that pretended to protect his lazy eyes from the longing lights in the kitchen that shone down onto him.

“Hey there, beauty~”

His smile grew into a little grin as he winked at the comfortable god.

“V you silly noodle~ “

Remy giggled back and curled into himself once more, by now fully laying on his kitchen cloud. His legs were slightly bent, the one pressed against the counter a bit more so than the one above it. One of his arms was supporting him as he leaned on its shoulder. The other arm was lazily draped over his rich middle.

His fingers traced hearts over the counter as he blinked into the pink madness of his little giant.

“What do you want, my love~?”

Virgil smirked up at his adorable master, a stupid happiness painting his facial features with a certain softness. Maybe it was just the fact half his face was covered in his bangs completely falling all over his eyes and even tickling his nubby nose.

The two gazed at one another, each a picture of the epitome of beauty to the other. They relished in the affection, the rosy vision and blurry flutters in their heart.

A noise could be heard. Remy blinked, awakening from the trance that was the spell of love his precious Virgil had cast on him with just his soft looks.

A rumble and grumble could be heard. A hollering and squeaking of demands and curses was thrown around - all coming from the hungry monster in Remy’s stomach. He looked down at it, a distant look in his eyes.

Confusion rolled in his mind but Virgil seemed to remember - or just suddenly have a little bit of understanding left in his mind. He blinked his eyes further open and patted the floor, gently stroking it before pulling himself together and sitting down properly.

“Riri, the f o o d!”, he told him and grabbed the counter to support himself in getting up. His tall body was soon hovering over the counter and gesturing towards the oil and meat once more. “We can cook the meat, man”

Remy nodded, rubbing his eyes. He carefully pushed himself into position once more and soon enough sat proudly on the counter, cheek a bit red from laying on the counter. He played with the sunglasses on top of his head and grabbed a nearby bottle. Taking a huge swig from it, he swallowed the acidic liquid.

His face immediately grimaced as his taste buds detected the different sensations coming at them and his reaction was immediate. The bitterness of alcohol, the intense burning of it down his throat made him scrunch up his facial features entirely. A fire was felt in his mouth but it was calmed by the abundance of sweetness mixed into their cocktail blend was finally reaching him. A taste of fruity freshness and the acidic undertone from lemons and limes washed the bitterness way and made him forget about the disgusting aftertaste of cheap vodka.

Ugh, who bought this shit anyway. It was one of the most widely-ruined alcoholic beverages on this planet and people just saw it as cheap ingredient for a sad cocktail in their plan to get smashed with as little money and effort as possible. Which he and Virgil did too, so he could not really judge that.

Virgil.. Virgil who was looking at him, head tilted and exposing his neck a bit. His pastel purple shirt around him was loosely hanging from him and barely covering his collarbone and general neck area.

The tall pastel boy reached for the bottle before Remy got to unscrew it and made sure to empty the rest into his big mouth. Remy just blinked at the other, shaking himself in disgust for a moment before he received the empty bottle in his hands and finally shut the holder of horribly disgusting sweetness.

“Good”, Virgil reviewed with a click of his tongue.

A pleased expression settled on his face and he looked like a peaceful statue of stone that would sit in some temples and parks.

Remy shook his head, his piercings clanging together with silent sound akin to jingling bells. The taller datemate cleared his throat again and pointed ta the stove.

“You gonna come.. come and uh.. help me cook?”, he asked softly as he looked at his lovely datemate. He was such a handsome piece of man. A fine man in black from head to toe, even his earrings and piercings were black (safe for the septum in silver than graced his lovely nose).

The smaller goth got down to the floor and quickly wrapped his arms around Virgil’s soft middle.

“mmmh”

Remy hummed and gently snuggled up to the walking softness that was one of his boyfriends. Sometimes he just realised that they had not touched in a while and it felt ridiculous.. wrong, in a way.

The closeness was remedying the little void in his touch-o-meter. He snuggled up to Virgil’s chest, hugging him close and simply enjoying how the embrace was returned. Virgil’s large arms folded around him, carefully holding him and shielding him from the touch-starved life without him. The taller one softly started rocking after he pressed a little smooch to the top of his head.

“Got you, Smalls”

Remy let out a sound of protest but stayed within the hold. No fight, no resistance. It was just cuddling softly, eyes closed and hearts opened as the warmth of affection lulled them in. Slowly, the weight in Virgil’s arms became more present, the pressure against his chest a little uncomfortable as Remy dozed off, falling against the tall pastel bean.

“ m nodt smahls”

His eyes fought to open again and he lethargically burdened himself with blinking at the other.

“Ssure not l-llove”, Virgil giggled in return and leaned down to hug more of his little lover.

Emile was still not with them and it was nagging at him.

“m!”, Virgil argued, pulling away from Remy at once, “We clan - can!Uh ... um.. Cook and and then be up um.. for uh.. for when Emile uh .. retwurns back uh .. home!” He bounced a bit in his spot and turned his attention back to the stove, quickly moving to put some oil into the pan he had put out before.

“He-he can eat th-the food and ...b..uh.. be proud of us!”

Virgil got on to it, totally absorbing himself in the magical art of fucking preparing food - a meal, even so. The only thing was that the whole process seemed a little lost on him. Once the oil was in and the stove started to heat up the pan along with the oil, he was a bit.. clueless and left to the devices of a person just as unknowledgable as a child. Or, well, a drunkass FULLY grown adult who does not understand life but is tall enough to eat BABIES.

Helplessly, he turned to Remy as the oil startd to change. It did not look just the same as before, there was something happening. There were small bubbles and it felt like some bride’s veil was just dropped in this shit and now everything was slowly whitish but in a really weird and odd blur. Holy fuck, it got more.

There was even more. They got more and more by the minute, soon enough covering the bottom of the whole pan and effectively taking over the oil.

Oh no. It was... It could not be!

This shit was fighting the oil.

“REMY”, Virgil yelled instinctively as he grabbed his smaller man and hugged him close, effectively trapping him in the sweet embrace of absolute and immediate anxiety edging on panic.

The smaller individual stared at the oil, the whitish bubbles in it and saw the sizzling, witnessed the soft little sounds, almost friendly enough to woe him into believing its innocence but he was smarter than that. He would not be fooled into falling for this cheap trick. He was a serious and super intelligent man. He was capable, strong, handsome, gay, hungry and even more fucking gay if he did not mention it before.

Nothing and nobody would or should ever mess with a Queen, a Diva like Remy.

Not even oil. No matter how tasty and delicious it seemed to be .. or smell. How did simple greasy shit already smell so aromatic? Honestly, this was peak restaurant ambient!

Remy held his tall boy and hissed back at the rude intruder.

“Oh, you -”, he challenged with the sudden flow of determination hitting him. The alcohol was driving into his bloodstream and fuelling his confidence to the point of proud idiocy.

He eyed the pan... quickly, he could realise the oil jumping at them, starting the fight, picking up weapons and hitting the first men!

“TAKE COVER!”

The malicious entity has chosen.. death. Ah, alright. Remy saw that. Remy understood.

He was a clever man.

He blinked, refreshing his mind and eyes at once. Within SECONDS - because he was a genius among mortals - he had calculated e v e r y t h i n g.

The oil was coming for them, launching missiles of little white bubbles and hot hard pain at them. It was seething, it was cruel and it was not the last word of blood and injury spoken between them. Remy predicted the attacks swiftly, his mind working overtime at the task of working out a plan as he threw himself against Virgil to dramatically shift them out of shooting range.

They needed to be safe from this evil monster, the ill-spirited being of oily disasters and compromised bubbles of seething, white rage.

“Virgil, Virgil we - “, he started, gasping his words out as if a terrible injury was keeping him from breathing and speaking properly, “we need to stop it!”

The long man nodded, gaze shifting from the monstrosity of oil he had unleashed and the alarmed face of Remy’s usually so calm features. He reminded him of a person at gym, you know, those fitness coaches that were really into physical exercise and they would push you to your limits so hard, you wanted to cry. Kinda. A weird cry of yes and no but it was no maybe, not really. Actually, it was not maybe at all.

It was weird and it was painfully feigned enthusiasm for self-torturing devices.

Wait, how did he - Oh yes, the oil.

“We, um.. uh .. stop it”, Virgil agreed.

A small tinge of regret stabbed him like the shady little bitch it was. Just a fucking little backstabber getting back at him - literally, pun not intended - when he least expected it, when he was exposed and vulnerable. Okay, he was always vulnerable.

Virgil waved his hand around as if to fan the danger away with his magical drunk powers of dummy-thiccness.

“We can distract it”, he slowly suggested, his voice slowing down significantly, “away from us.”

His hands were parallel to one another, as if to indicate a certain length that was the space between his hands. The palms faced one another and he moved the pair of hands from one side to another with an air of importance surrounding him.

Remy nodded with great authority.

“Amazing plan!”

He agreed with a cheer and stared back at the raging fireworks of oil bullets littering the kitchen with greasy spots and defacing destructing. The situation got out of hand, slowly but surely so.

Burning olives could be smelled. They were the souls of the dead, the fallen and forgotten. Their sacrifice would not be for nothing, it would not be dismissed as collateral damage.

Virgil dashed forward, running straight through the shower of oily precipitation raining down on him, his vulnerable pastel soft self. He screamed, screeched and cried in battle demeanour and aggressively threw his head back to face his opponent.

“I will take it from here!”

Virgil stared at the pan, the drawer underneath it heavily attacked by the angrily steaming monster. It was where all the lids were.

“Ri!”, the pastel baby called through the loud hissing and shrieking of the raging dumpsterfire that was hot and burning oil, “You go bash that meat into this shit”

Virgil swallowed hard, the words on his tongue too much for him to comprehend, tears forming in his eyes as he came to terms with what he was about to announce. “I will go get the lid and shut this fucker up”

Silence.

When radios or TV channels hit an error, there was that weird static sound, somewhat intense and monotone but persistent. It was this kind of sound that seemed to dominate the battlefield the oily savage had forced upon this kitchen. Their kitchen..... It would pay for it.

Remy’s beautiful face of love and darkness was derailing into a shocked movement of mouthing protests, proposing empty alternatives to the plan. Virgil shook his head decidedly, not even paying mind to the multiple Remys before him.

It was just an oil job. That shit had messed with their kitchen enough but it would not mess any further with him and one of his dear beloved ones.

He looked down at his arms, spots of burned skin meeting his vision. Future scars of the heroic action he was about to complete. There was flesh missing in his mind, in this kitchen. It was lost like the comrades they had forever missed in battle. The salt shaker, the cocktail glass... The little spoon with sugar crystals still on and around it. They had fallen and they were to never return.

The two engaged in eye contact for a moment lasting longer than a heart’s eternity. Their eyes longingly connected, just a bit, only a second.

Remy gulps down his hesitation and fear. While the oily giant was harmless at first, it was fear-inducing and absolutely horrifying by now. It was teaching them the lessons of obedience and pain - the hard way. Their hearts knew love from each other but they also felt the terror blown into them by the horrific enemy rising in their kitchen.

Virgil nods.

The time has come.

The nod was slow, an exaggerated movement in order to make sure Remy would not miss it. Compared to the following actions, it was basically slow motion. Then, everything happened at once, happened in quick succession and happened incredibly so.

Remy dashed forward to the meat and just flung it right into the pan at once while Virgil slid all over the floor to the drawer and Pulle out a lid just to immediately smash it on top of the pan, covering up the oily mess and saving them from the dictatorship or violence and hatred.

Just like that it was over, they counted their wounds and embraced each other as shivers and memories crawled up their spines. They knew what have been through and they wouldn't be able to just live it down. It would stay.

The raging fire of the defeated oil could still be heard but it was contained at last, it was not out there to hurt them anymore. they were safe and sound in each other's arms. Remy squeezed the pastel blob in his arms, the slightly taller male wincing at the friction and pressure against his wounded skin. His exposed arms smelled like burned meat.

Or maybe it was just the actual minced meat cooking in the pan. They didn't know.

The sage hand turned down the heat of the stove and Virgil gently nuzzled his boyfriend's neck, his fine face quickly hidden in the collar of Remy's black jacket. Not even at home was the place for Remy to take it off. He was more comfortable in it and he absolutely was right in just how stunning and badass he looked with it decorating his biceps.

Virgil gently dove deeper into the embrace and just sighed, softly mumbling nice things, little praises and compliments for his beloved datemate. The other carefully reassured him, told him he was proud and that it was over.

The oil was still angrily boiling and loudly seizing the meat inside.

Remy carefully nudged his love and have his cheek a little smooch.

"We did it" he concluded and gently squeezed his hands. Virgil nodded, lips curved up and humming in affirmation. "You're a brave one, Rem", he shot back.

The addressed man let out a small sound, something akin to a groan. His cheeks were dusted in red feathery delight of a warm blush. He gently shook his head and peppered a few more kisses all over Virgil's scarred face.

"No, you", he softly countered.

Virgil giggled and shook his head as he pulled away and turned to the food. The smell of cooked meat was reaching up to their nostrils, spoiling and temping them with the luxurious scent of a promising meal.

His stomach rumbled in anticipation.

"Cheese?"

Remy tilted his head as he carefully pushed Virgil out of the way to stir the food without getting hurt. Even with some oil spilling around and shooting into his direction, the jacket protected him. Virgil's soft appearance wasn't covered up enough for him to be safe from the deathly syringes of oil doses. He got the hint and stumbled around to get his jacket. Emile and Remy had hade it for him.

He loved it so much.

"Yes, cheese. Of course"

The two, now oddly sober, cuddled up before the stove and got into the whole cooking process.

Virgil got cups of actual water for them at last and they both drank this. They didn't feel ask dizzy and odd anymore, nor just focused and immersed in the idea of eating food. The smell really did it to them.

Virgil had added some spices and Remy sneaked some more crisps into his mouth, occasionally feeding some to his beloved soulmate. Well, one of them.

He softly rests his head against Virgil's shoulder as he stirred cut tomatoes into the mix. Some herbs and beans were added by Virgil at this moment.

Who would have thought they would eventually get to make food at all? They certainly believed in it, during the times when they actually remembered wanting to make food.

The pastel pal snuggled up to Remy, leaning against the much stronger one and simply dozing to the delicious smell of probably just slightly burned food. Remy nudged his datemate to the couch to doze a bit. Virgil was hugging a bundle of blankets rather than covering himself up. He looked ready for more hugs as he silently whimpered for Ri to give up on the food and just cuddle him.

Meanwhile, Remy mixed grated cheese under the food and added fresh lettuce like the genius he was. His mind was young, hungry and drunk but he was also wild and free. Especially free of logic. The emptied cans were cluttered all over the kitchen and barely any space was left unoccupied from the drunk ramblings of idiot amateur cooks.

Towels, trash, cutlery and plates were all over the place, some cutting boards adding to the mix and obviously many bottles and cups. The oily mess all over the counters and the floor wasn't even spoken of at this point. There were still so many other stains in the usually so clean and tidied up kitchen. Usually, Remy would take care of cleaning the kitchen, keeping it neat and clear at all costs but right now, he was not in the mindset. He was drooling over the food the had made. It was probably way past midnight, yet he was focused on the food.

The steaming hot goddess was lazily falling from his big cooking spoons as he stirred and mixed stringy cheese into the mix of spices and meat and so so many tomatoes. Considering their state, they could have cooked worse food. The heaps of reddish "stew" heavily fell back into the pot. By now the strings of molten cheese were drawing lines and twirl through the wonderful creation.

Oregano tickled his nose.

He got a big bowl and basically spilled 80% of the stuff into it. The bowl greedily absorbed the food, taking it in and deliciously spreading itself with the tempting smell and sight. in Remy's mind, he had halved the whole drunk masterpiece of smells and tastes but reality didn't exactly reflect his beliefs accordingly.

He didn't mind the few bits of mashed-up food staining the sides around the bowl. Not that the kitchen was suddenly turned into a worse mess by this. It wasn't a significant addition but rather the cherry on top of a true mess.

Anyhow, the food was done and ready to feed them. He got three spoons in all his laziness and wobble his tickling legs into the living room with his love. Emile would be bs ck soon and he would be able to eat with them and enjoy it along with them. It was just a matter of minutes, right?

The goth popped up next to Virgil, dropping the bowl on the table with the flattering spoons clashing onto the glass table in front of them. Virgil was curled up in his corner, stubbornly and lovingly hugging the pile of pink blankets. They had a rose pattern all over them. As much as Remy adored seeing the contrast of Virgil's mostly white and pastel pink appearance with the more intense rose colour and the floral patterns. Green and reddish hues seemed so stark and radical next to the soft colour scheme that he presented with his peaceful figure of a dozing drunk cuddlebug. Still, the knowledge this used to be a gift his ex had given him didn't sit right with him. Not exactly, at least.

Remy nudged him.

"Love, the food is done", he gently reminded him, him voice pressing against its ground and keeping it as low. It was a ducked down figure in a dark corridor at night when everyone was asleep but the little figure that was the voice.

"huhmm", the pastel punk mumbled softly and stirred ever so slightly, his curled up body opening up for Remy to fill his arms rather than the blanket. His halfway covered face was more visible by now since he tilted it a bit.

Remy smiled a tad.

"Come over love", he invited gently and patted his lap as he brushed over Virgil's arched back with his other hand. "mwmm"

Remy hummed back in return.

The pastel bean shifted over into his boyfriend's lap, resting himself in it with the upper half of his body as he curled up on the new space, now with his arms loosely wrapped around nothing but the love between them.

He felt Remy brush one hand through his dyed hair and his lungs immediately relieved a breath which came out in the form of a sigh. The smaller of the two giggled.

He hummed.

''You slee..sleeby..?'', he asked softly, his voice ending in a low hum.

Thoughts and words were mentally swirling around like noodles in a nostalgic childhood soup. You know – the ones with noodle letters in it. They were aimlessly whooshing from side to side, queerly dancing in an uncertain rhythm with uncoordinated movements guiding them into the unknown. Neither Virgil nor Remy were ready to bring order into the mess of lost letters and unconnected pieces.

There was some sense between them when Virgil basically purred under the ghastly touches, these bare fingers gracing his skull and caressing his pounding head. The tall man curled up into a ball, reaching out to lazily grab one of the hands Remy needed to keep around him somewhere. In his hazy state of mind, Virgil just somewhat expected a random Remy-hand to float around before him because surely the hand to touch him was in front of him .. logically. Yes, he totally deduced that by means of not looking around because his eyes were so heavy with the pleasure of being touched so delicately, the satisfaction of being handled with great care as if he was a fragile glass of thin sugar – just a moment about to break apart, melt away or dissolve into sugary water.

Sadly, his extremely intense and complex calculations turned out to be – surprisingly – wrong after all, leaving Virgil wondering just how he ended up with an empty handful of nothing but all the needs for more body contact he had harboured in it before his attempt at catching more of at least one of his beloved datemates. Involuntarily, he let out a sound of disagreement, a sort of angry hamster sound.

His hand fell over Remy's lap, simply collapsing over it with the sound of frustration and slight anger accompanying the dramatic fall of his unmotivated limb. Virgil instinctively curled further into his fetal position as Remy tried his best to conceal the chuckle rumbling up from within his chest.

He was trembling with amusement but, picking up on the distressed Virgil-sounds, he reminded himself to maintain at least a small amount of countenance in order to not repeatedly poke his sensitivities. The goth was not making fun of him after all or finding his distress to be somewhat entertaining at all. His drunk brain just... short-circuited at how adorable yet odd his lovely idiot sounded when he randomly stretched out his arm just to immediately let it flop down onto his lap and just groan at it as if moving was the worst punishment to ever happen to him.

Virgil's hands were already working up to his hood, confused finger tips tugging at it and letting it clumsily slip through them because fabric was so hard to hold onto. His uncoordinated grip on them caused him to lose his motion many times as Remy leaned back to give him the space he needed to curl his fingers around the hem of his hood. He squealed and screeched in anger at the exhaustive process of getting this right.

Eventually, though, he got his fingers tightly buried in the hood, knuckles turning white as his tired kind just moved his head along with motioning the hood to lower over his head and prevent the access Remy's gentle fingers used to have to his soft hair.

''Oh, darling, nu'', Remy tried softly, his voice attempting to reach out to the closed off taller bean before him. ''Hey there, lil' coff'he bean''

He poked around, carefully searching to reach the long nose in the excess of fabric that stretched over a great part of Virgil's face. It averted itself when Remy fianlly got around to brush against his nose.

''Nu'', he spat out at once, his hands trying to pull the blanket over him as well.

Remy patted his head but the so-called ''coffee bean'' was retreating and hissing at him.

''Com'on, my coff' bean'', he cooed once more, his voice softly sneaking into Virgil's mind, into his heart. Slowly and surely, it got around to actually stop his fingers from pawing at the damned blanket. This cursed stupid pink fabric with its silly roses and vines all over it.

...M.. Shtupid.. roses.. n stupid ''Princey'' guy.. This was their Virg. Theirs only.

Remy kept himself from narrowing his eyes at the enemy. There was no time to be jealous when his little bean curled away from him. This was worse heartache to him than a past lover he and Emile had clearly helped Virgil get over. He nudged him again and the pastel ball returned another hazy noise in reply. It sounded much like a stubborn ''nu-uh!''

''I didn ..laugh about yu, my dear'' He cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes patiently. '' 'm just laughed b'cuz ..am so hap-...happ...happy to be wif..wiff you-you'', he started, a little hiccup interrupting him, ''and to see you“

Another hiccup rudely disrupted his flow of speech.

''in mah lap, hun.''

The charcoal-clad man nudged his love's cheek tentatively, barely managing to draw a response from him. ''mmm.... mean'', he retorted insistently.

''Virgiiiiiiiiiiiil'', he whined at once, ''I made fuuuuuuud!'' He inhaled deeply, sitting a moment for the dramatic effect. Or really, he was just waiting because his mind drew a blank on whatever else he had intended to say at some point in time. Uh.. he had made food.. there was food and he was with Virgil and he made the fud for him and Emi and.. uh..

Ah! Yes!

Remy blinked excitedly and nodded to himself, congratulating his genius of a mind that suddenly recovered the thought process lost to the alcohol dampening and slowing down his cognition. He leaned in, bowing deep over the protesting bundle of purple and black. From the lack of words, he wanted to think that Virgil was dozing off and forgetting about the little misunderstanding between them.

''If yu... wan...nn..wanna'', he slowly suggested, ''I can.. feeed you-hoooo''

Virgil slowly blinked, his eyelids breaking open to reveal his dark embers of small orbs.

''Mh?'', he murmured. His head pushed back to Remy's lap and quickly nudged his chubby stomach with careful, uncoordinated movements of a person not just anything but sober but also sleepy and full of feelings.

He tasted love on his lips and gently brushed his tongue over them. ''Ri'', he demanded, voice soft with sleep and heavy in the exhaustion from fighting to stay awake, stay conscious and mindful of his surrounding enough to understand his present datemate at least.

The addressed man patted his hooded head softly.

''Com’up'', he mumbled back and tugged at the sleepy giant in his lap. Virgil was soon sagged against Remy but at least sitting. His left still fruitlessly brushed over Remy's lap.

Hug... He.. He wanted a hug.. Hug.. Hug Remy.

''Riiii'', he soothed softly, voice still just a whisper if any. The goth drew an arm around him and pulled him closer against his shoulder. ''M here, hon'', he assured patiently, mind already wondering just what they were doing again, '' gotcha close.''

He nuzzled the top of his head and carefully left a not of his love on it with a little peck.

Virgil snuggled up to him, his body fitting just perfectly to his side. They were a perfect match, all that was missing was a bit of food now. And a bit of Emile, of course. Emi would make it all perfect. Remy drew him closer and simply let them hug one another for a bit longer. More like waiting for Virgil to slowly gather up his energy and bodily control to eventually embrace the other fully and just rest in each other's love.

The taller one hummed against his collarbone, eyes comfortably closed in contentment.

''You said.. fud..?''

Remy laughed.

''Yeah''

*** The night draped over the village, hugging every little building and lamp post for comfort and love as it lovingly warmed everyone into a world of dreams and happy thoughts. It was the end of the day, it was late and actually almost time for yet another day.

Emile rubbed his eyes, keys to his car jingling in his hands as he approached the door. He had never expected a catch-up to take this long but the afternoon just spun further and further into a late evening and eventually, they had switched locations in order to extend their get-together beyond the point of midnight.

Any texts of updating information to his lovers had been to no avail. Emile thought they were having too much of a good time or perhaps even went to sleep when 3 am had arrived. He did not know how they were doing but he trusted them to be fine, to relish in just being two chaotic yet lovely cryptids together.

He straightened out his dark blue suit and ran a hand through the strawberry blonde mess of formerly gelled-back hair.

His hands worked to unlock the door and once he stepped inside, he shut the door behind him. At once, a certain.. smell hit his nostrils.

He was not sure what it was but it was obvious that the flat had not been aired out properly. The air was thick enough to try and grab a piece out of it. And the scent? It reminded him of a greasy fast-food truck. If he had to guess, maybe something like chilli cheese hot-dogs? He was not sure but there was something spicy in the hair.

It kinda stung.

Emile blinked and switched on the light, quickly taking off his dark overcoat and the first layer of his suit along with his dress shoes. He was left standing in his vest that was hugging his firm statue, accentuating each and every part of his muscular body.

A part of him wanted to call out for his beloved ones but he knew them, he knew the partying souls living in the calm giant that was the pastel-soft Virgil. He was more than familiar with the outgoing and extra kind of behaviour Remy would display with just a bit of party around or in him. He did not intend to torture them with loud noises when he knew they were wild spirits just waiting to run free and roam around without any constraints. They deserved to rest well after partying hard, to be honest.

Emile slowly moved into the bedroom just to find it .. void of the silent snores and little shuffles that came from the drunk sleep of his beloved mates. Instead, there was nothing and he simply frowned at the empty bed. The bed was made, still so it was obviously untouched. Nothing had happened here and none of his lovers happened here for sure.

A part of him wanted to call out for them by now but something held him back. This something was lingering within him as he peacefully stripped his body off the suit and changed into his pyjamas. When he came across his phone, he decided to tap their contacts and just call one of them and then the other, just in case they went out and one did not pick up at first. With the two being tipsy or even drunk, there was no knowing for sure.

He put the phone on speaker and got into his flannel PJs.

Toot.

Toot..

Faintly, somewhere, he could hear something. At first it was so distant and weak, he nearly overheard it, due to the sound of his pyjama stretching over his body being louder than the faint tone in the background. However, once he stilled his movements and stopped dead in his tracks, he was able to identify a sound - even the nature of it.

“I’m on the battlefield like OH MY GOD”

It was Remy’s ringtone.

“Yes, I’m a one woman army”

Emile blinked, the song now clear as day in his mind as he finally identified the muffled sounds. He picked up his phone, fingers flying to grip it and shut the loudspeaker.

“oh la la, oh la la ~”

The song was indicating him to come closer, luring him in and playing hint for his curiosity. The mind was working as he took it step by step through the dark apartment. The end of his pants were dragging over the floor as he sneaked over the ground, his feet merely separating from it with every step he took. His feet ate every bit of sound as he walked, progressing at a speed so slow and cautious, he felt as if he was walking on eggshells rather than the socks Remy had made him by hand.

The sound was getting closer, the persistent, cocky voicelines of the singer were shooting through his mind as he carefully approached the scene. Before him was the darkness leading up to the kitchen. The light from their bedroom was illuminating his way to it.

With a usual movement as if everything was as it used to be, as if there had never been a war and losses in this field of tragedy and blood, Emile switched on the lights and revealed the graveyard of oil and hopes.

The sight was quite a bit- Pans and pots were stacked on top of one another. Spread over a turned off stove and the abused sink who witnessed it all. Stains of any kind seemed to repaint the counter, floor and partly even the ... the ceiling? How did they do that! Unbeknownst to Emile, the horrors of battle drew consequences nobody would be able to imagine. Of course it would paint the world into a new picture, it would change reality and distort beauty into true abominations of cruelty.

There was a bloody puddle of oil on the floor, a pool of death juice tainting the world of the living with what used to be, what used to exist and live and grow. It was no more.

He slowly, respectfully stepped forward, deeper into the red flags of the forbidden zone. There was desolation and chaos. Cutlery, foods and spills whatever in any place and spot free enough to accommodate it. His feet slowed as he progressed further into the field of war, the area of missing people and lost souls.

He walked through the mess, skipping over dead utensils and empty packages. There were bottle caps all around and the worst was little glitter particles and sparkles all around. Maybe they had mixed drinks with glitter. In the context of the battlefield, it looked like the luck and happiness that used to wield yet now it was broken and scattered in the wind of change, the breeze of ends.

Emile watched the drain in horror as he identified tiny pieces of fruit stuck in it. Cocktail cherry bodies blocking the water from ever flowing into the sweet relief of the sewers. It was forever trapped in the sink along with the dying cutlery.

He strove through the devastated lands, through the chaos and destruction. His eyes did not see the past, did not see the struggle to stay alive - to be safe. He was blessed with the ignorance of arriving fashionably late to the scene and just luckily skip out on all the war. He never had to experience the torture of the oil giant. Emile did not even realise how much of a chosen man he was with the entitlement of being spared with mercy and love.

His innocent soul floated above the rotten land, the stabbed and wretched floors and towels soaked with tears, blood and sweat. The salt of ruined soil was poisoning the roots of a new generation. He simply skipped through it, free of guilt or memories. He was not drawn to the tragedy of what used to be. Instead, he marched over to the living-room to finally find the treasure he had been looking for. His flannel-clad self, the pirate of the suffering lands was here to take advantage of the tired soldiers of oil wars.

As unexpected, there was a bundle of black and a bundle of rose snuggled up together, the colours weirdly merging into one fusion of softness. The pattern of roses naturally fit the blackness it was curled up around. It seemed like the most natural occurrence, a home-grown batch of adorableness. Emile blinked, his eyes behind his glasses still needing to adjust to the dark image before him. It was dark because he refused to switch on the lights when his loves could and actually did camp in this space.

“You two are lucky I love you so much”

His whisper slowly weighed down onto them, gracing them in their sleep and rocking them in warmth and affection. They were in the lap of love and safety, dressed in their own schemes and shenanigans with contentment painting their features and highlighting their position with lazy sparkles and soft contact to one another.

Emile bowed over them to draw another blanket over the two, just to make sure to cover them both in the warm coziness they deserved.

For another short moment, he relished in seeing the two embracing one another, Virgil curled against Remy and holding him so close, he would usually fear the other could suffocate - yet he knew better than to worry about them. Remy enjoyed a surprisingly large amount of squishing and a comparably lousy amount of space for sleeping.

After this, he slowly and softly walked away, step by step, back to the bedroom to nap on his own, all alone in their big big bed. He snuggled up with his excess of blankets and soon enough fell into a deep sleep, completely unbothered by everything that used to be and will be. For now, everything was different and so cool compared to how it would be per default but that did not mean his night could not be nice. Relieving dreams soon settled in his mind, abandoning all possible worries in his mind.

Morning was soon to come.

[davieslandon]

The breakup talk. | Landon & Avery

Discord thread featuring: Landon and @amoliveiraofficial

When: 2nd July

Where: Landon’s house

Description: Avery comes over with Mars after Landon texts her about the breakup.

Mentioned: @romanbeckett @aaronhart93 @lorencourtier

Trigger Warnings: angst. lots of it. 

Landon

Landon wasn't planning on telling Avery about his breakup anytime soon. It wasn't that he didn't trust her or that he wanted to hide it from her, but he was ashamed. He was ashamed of how fast it all went to shit and of the fact that he couldn't keep a boyfriend for more than a month. Not to mention that he knew she warned him about this multiple times but he didn't listen. Add to that the fact that Landon slept with Roman barely even a day after the breakup and...yeah, he wasn't feeling very good about himself. But when she texted him to ask if he was okay, he couldn't lie. Landon didn't want to start lying with Avery and he knew she would figure him out anyways. So even though he was scared of what was going to come from their conversation, he couldn't deny that he really needed the company of someone he loved and knowing that Avery was bringing Mars with her only made it better. "Hey", he said, as soon as he opened the door. Landon really hoped he didn't look as bad as he felt.

avery

She was speechless. Literally, Avery was trying to think of something to describe how she felt. What could she come up with? Three words: What the fuck? Now, she knows that she gave him a lot of shit about his new relationship. It was the little sister in her thing to do. But... She had been rooting for him. She knows that he didn't have the best track record involving relationships (boy, could she relate) and that this was pretty important for him. They met and started dating around... what the beginning of the month? But she knew that he'd fallen hard and fast. So to learn that it all burned... she was heartbroken for him. Letting her wife know she was heading to Landon's and was taking Mars, she got the toddler and his diaper bag and put some tubs of Ben and Jerrys and some of Roe's weed doughnuts into her messenger bag and made her way over. She went over and over in her head about what she was going to say. But once Avery saw Landon, it all flew away. "Hey," she mused back. He looked like shit. "Come here, Lan." She tried hold him as best as possible with one arm, the other holding Mars. Who was trying to grab onto his uncle. "Lan-Lan!" The happy smile on the toddler's face made her heart melt as she smiled softly. "We got you, Lan. We got you..."

Landon

Landon found himself having to hold back tears as soon as Avery wrapped her arm around him and he mentally cursed himself. Why couldn't he just get a hold of himself? He couldn't keep crying in front of anyone who showed him affection. Landon always prided himself on his ability to keep a check on his emotions no matter what. Always so composed. It seemed like his breakup with Loren was just what he needed for his composure to break and go flying out of the window. At least seeing Mars was already helping him feel so much better especially when the small boy started calling for him and attempting to reach out. "Hey there little man", he smiled, ruffling his hair and offering his hand to grab ahold of. "It's good to see you again even though you've gotten so very big since the last time I saw you. You're a proper big boy now."  Why did he ever consider not telling her about what was going on? Landon already felt so much better having the two around. "Thanks for coming all the way here. I..I guess I needed the company."

avery

"It's okay... It's okay..." Her voice was soft, needing him to know it was okay. For him to cry, for things to get better soon, for him to not be okay. It broke her heart seeing him this way. She kissed his head as she pulled back and looked down at him, Mars taking his hand and giggling brightly. "I know right? Next thing we'll know, he's going to be graduating high school. Isn't that a frightening thing to imagine?" Avery hoped that joking could possibly help. At least, a tiny bit. A moment to laugh, despite the heartache. "Of course- even if I was busy, I would've come," she promised. She never had a brother until Landon. She didn't intend to lose him. "Let's get inside. You got a toddler to hold and some doughnuts to munch upon. I also brought some Ben and Jerrys. Dibs on Phish Food." Once more, she smiled as she hoped her attempt at a joke worked.

Landon

"Don't even remind me. I'm both looking forward and dreading Elle starting school soon. I'll be able to take up more hours at work but I'm going to miss having her around so much. Speaking of Elle...she's in the living room playing with her toys and she's very excited to get to see Mars." He led the way to the living room and grinned at the excitement on both kids' faces at getting to see each other again. They were adorable. Her joke managed to get a little laugh out of him and he had to admit that he was looking forward to having some doughnuts and icecream. After all, everyone knew that one of the cures of heartbreak was through the stomach. "You're literally an angel", he said as soon as they sat down.  He waited until he was sure both Mars and Elle were distracted and not paying them any attention before talking. "I just...I really thought it could work with him, you know? I thought he was different. It felt different."

avery

"Oh dear god- Elle's going to be in college when Mars is graduating from high school. At least, maybe. If she decide's to go to college; Too soon to know and totally her choice." Oh god, she was rambling now. Great. Setting down her son, she couldn't help but to laugh as he screeched and ran to his Peppa to hug her. "God, I love them," she mused. She wonders... What would Mars be like as a brother? Before, she was always so flip-flop concerning that possibility. But... with Roe... the idea of them having another kid and a sibling for Mars sounded perfect. Heading with him, she set the food on the table. "Oh, no need to remind me. Actually, ignore that. Continue doing so," Avery quipped, smirking softly. Then her face softened. "I know..." She gently took his hand and squeezed it. "Lan, I... I'm so sorry. I was rooting for you two; I truly was. Did... Did he explain why?" There had to be a reason... She caught a sight of them at the reception not too long ago. They seemed so happy and falling in love: what happened?

Landon

"No, no, no, we're not talking about that. We're supposed to be talking about happy things and that just makes me sad." Landon knew there was going to come a point where Elle would move out for college or for whatever she chose to do in her life. That's what he did as well, after all. But he also knew that was going to be a really bittersweet day for both himself and Harry and he didn't want to think about it too much. Elle was only five, they would have time to think about all that. First, they needed to get through the first day of school.  Landon wasn't sure what to say when Avery asked him why Loren broke up with him. He gave him a reason but it was so different from the man he'd gotten to know that he couldn't be sure it was the truth. Or he needed to stop fooling himself and admit it. "Um...he told me I don't really love him. Or not enough at least", he shrugged. "It's my fault really. I kept putting off saying it out loud even though I knew it was true because I was scared. And now he's gone."

avery

"But it is also happy! It means that one day soon, they'll be able to help tease you." Make him laugh. God, please, try to do what you can to get something that resemblance her usual Landon. Avery hasn't never seen him so down like this before. Well, maybe him telling his histories with Roman and Harry. Those would possibly count. But it's been quite some time that she's nearly forgotten what he is like when he's this sad and heartbroken. How his eyes lose their colour, how his entire body sags, how he appears ready to throw in the towel. It was devastating seeing him like this. The girl furrowed her brows. That was it? That he... that he didn't really love him? It brought her back to Liza, which made her grow angry for a moment. The brunette shook her head. "I'm so sorry, Lan. And no, it is not your fault. Alright? Just because you didn't say it loud enough, doesn't mean that it wasn't true. Nor does it mean that you never did or 'not enough'. You can't rush your feelings and he should've known that. You should've been able to say it when you were ready and were less scared to by your own design. Not his." If he truly loved you, he would've respected that. But... she couldn't say that. Not now, not while his heart was broken. Sighing, she pulled him into a hug. "It's going to be okay, Lan. I promise. Maybe... not now or for awhile. But it will eventually. The Oliveiras got you, okay?"

Landon

"I already have a sister to do that, I don't need a daughter as well to add to that", he joked, although it was only half-hearted at best. Landon wanted to forget about everything and just get to enjoy his time with Avery and their children but it was hard. He was constantly thinking about Loren talking in a way he'd never heard him talk before. Saying he didn't feel loved enough and that he was leaving. Just like that. Like what they shared didn't matter and like Landon wasn't about to introduce him to Elle, the most important person in his life. In the reprieve he got from thinking about his boyf - ex-boyfriend,  Landon thought back to the night he spent with Roman at the theater. As if things weren't complicated enough without him making it worse. "But maybe it is. Maybe I didn't show him I cared enough and he got tired of it. Or he...I don't know, I don't know what to think anymore." Maybe the truth was that there was more to it than that and Landon was just too crushed by Loren's words to press him and get an honest answer. And now it was too late. Landon let himself be pulled into a hug, letting the presence of the girl he thought of as his sister comfort him. "I don't know if things are ever going to be okay again." They would be if this was the first time but the way things ended with Loren only proved to Landon that relationships weren't his thing. "I just...I messed up really bad."

avery

"Correction: a sister and a sister-in-law. We need our niece to add to it." While getting him to joke back even a little was a good start, she knew that he wasn't fully into it. And damn, she hated seeing him like this. After Roman and Harry, she knew that this was his first serious attempt to try something again. And what with wanting to introduce him to Elle soon... It didn't add up. Avery couldn't wrap her mind around it. She truly thought that they were good, on the way to be something great. But... then again, that had seemed to be the case multiple times for her. So she could understand. "You did everything you could- and I know that you would've proven yourself more as time went on." Sighing softly, she pulled back. Dark eyes scanning his face, she cupped his face. "Six," she spoke. "Six times, I tried. Six times, I got my heart broken. Six times... before I met Monroe. I had given up... so many times before her. After Max and Luca, I told myself no more. I was going to focus on Mars and myself, nothing with romance. And in the most incredible shocking turn of events, Monroe showed up. She came into my life and everything fell into place." The writer shook her head. Her smile was soft and warm. "I'm not saying it'll be the same for you. Maybe... The fourth will be it. Or maybe, it'll take awhile. All I'm saying is that: you can't give up. It will happen eventually. You're going to ache and wish that things had been different. Then... you're going to start feeling okay. Some days are bad, some are good. But you'll be making progress. And eventually, someone else will come along. And who knows what could happen. This could be it or it could be another lesson. I just need you to know that eventually: you will be okay. It's all a matter of time, Lan. But eventually, it'll happen. You didn't mess up, okay? You did everything you could. And that's okay. But it's also okay to ache and cry and scream. All it takes is time. That's all: time. I got you."3 July 2020

Landon

The reminder that now they could also add Monroe to the list of people who tease him made him groan. He was never going to catch a break was he? At the same time, it warmed his heart because it showed him that he had more people on his side than he even realised. But Avery’s words weren’t as comforting as she probably thought they would be. Because he knew that things were difficult for her as well, relationship wise, and still got her happy ending with Monroe. Things weren’t the same for him and, of course, Avery would say he didn’t mess up but she also didn’t know the whole story. “You don’t get it”, he said, rubbing his face with his hands. “I did mess up. I slept with Roman.” Whoever said that saying it fast, like ripping off a bandaid, made it easier, clearly didn’t know what they were saying.

avery

"... Wait, what?" Her brother was just full of surprises today. Hearing about him and Roman... When was that? The young girl was shocked to hear that. Grabbing the Phish Food tub and a spoon, Avery needed to eat something. Needing to process this information. Taking a few bites, his words running over and over in her head, she finally looked back at Landon. She looked at him for a moment, her eyes and face unreadable. "When?" She wasn't sure when she finally spoke. Wasn't sure how she'd manage to do so. But god, the girl was full of questions. She was just so confused about this, about what happened.

Landon

Did Avery even know Aaron and Roman broke up? Landon didn’t know but he hurried to explain. He might not be in the best state of mind right now and they were both drunk when they hooked up, but he would have never done it if the two were still dating. “Yesterday. Aaron and Roman broke up and I went over to the theater because I was so upset about Loren. We had quite a bit to drink...tequila, you know what that does to me. Then we smoked a few joints and...well, one thing led to another”, he shrugged. They never should have done it but, at the same time, Landon didn’t really regret. They had a good time.

avery

"Aaron and Roman broke up?!" Obviously, she heard the rumors about those two. She hadn't really had the opportunity to talk to either about it, though, and gained some more information. So hearing that they broke up... Avery's mind was spinning. She really needs to regroup all of her friends and chat with them soon. "I... holy fuck, mate..." Shaking her head in bewilderment, she stuffed her face some more with ice cream. This was all quite a treat. "Damn... Wow... I honestly have no idea what to say. But, I get it. You both were upset over your breakups and not in the right mindset... Plus, with that influence... It happens." Hell, her and Max had hooked up a couple of days after Liza had broke up with her. While they'd both agreed on giving their relationship a second chance in the future, they'd also agreed that they'd be okay if they were to fuck other people during that time. And it was a good thing that happened: Mars ended up happening. The bad thing had been that once the news came out, everyone thought that she'd cheated. Even Liza thought so. Of course, it wasn't true and it was hard to go through the rest of her pregnancy having everyone believe that. It was just difficult in general for many reasons. Sighing, she shook her head. "You and Roman both had breakups and took it hard. You both got drunk and smoked some weed, and you ended up hooking up. That is the least worse thing you could've done. Hooking up with your ex after recently going through a breakup doesn't make you a horrible person, Landon. It's not the best idea ever, but it's also not the worse."

Landon

“Yeah, they did”, he didn’t mention the fact that he was pretty sure he was partly to blame for the breakup. Landon never lied to Roman but maybe this time he should have when his ex asked him if he was truly okay with him and Aaron dating. Clearly, him saying no had an affect on their relationship and, even though he wasn’t that upset over the breakup, he still felt guilty. He appreciated that Avery was trying to make him feel better, even though he didn’t feel like he deserved it. Did he feel horrible that Aaron was going to be hurt over this? Of course. Did he regret sleeping with Roman? No, he really didn’t. And that was the problem. “I know. The problem is that...I don’t regret it. I know I should because we were drunk and high, but I don’t. It was...great.”

avery

"I... I'm sorry, I cannot keep up with who's dating and who's only fucking and all that shit anymore. It's just... it's so confusing at this point." God, if she didn't need to drive later, she would eat one of Monroe's doughnuts. So Phish Food was going to have to suffice. She smiled softly. Honestly? She didn't blame him. Your first love is always going to hold some sort of effect on you. So them fucking and Landon holding no regrets... She understood. "I get it," Avery mused, looking over at Mars. "Max and I... we hooked up not too long after Liza broke up with me. So I get not holding regrets over that. I mean, our situations were quite different. But... I do understand. He's your first love; He's always going to mean something. You're not a bad person for not holding regrets over it."

Landon

That got the most genuine laugh out of Landon so far, even though he knew Avery was being honest. How could he not laugh when what she said was completely true? Landon might frequently refer to himself as a mess but he also knew he wasn’t the only one. “That’s exactly it”, he shrugged. “And I know people might say this means I was lying about what I felt for Loren but I wasn’t. I was genuinely into him and it hurts so much that I didn’t do enough but yeah...Roman’s always going to mean something to me. Loren knew this and he said he was okay with it but I guess that was another lie.”

avery

Avery smiled once hearing that laugh. It was good to hear it. She reached out for his hand, squeezing it softly. "You can be in love with Loren while still holding a... sort of tenderness for Roman. I love Monroe with my entire heart; We both know this. But I'm always going to care deeply for Max- and Liza, to an extent. It doesn't change that Roe is the love of my life. And you still holding the deep level of care for Roman doesn't change the fact that you love Loren. But... in his defense, that can also be hard. And maybe, he needs some time- which is okay. But no: this does not mean that you were lying. This does not change anything, alright? Your feelings for Loren are very real. And it's possible to hold deep feelings for more than one person. That does not make you a horrible person; It just proves that you are full of love to share, Landon. And that's not a bad thing."

Landon

It turned out that Avery was saying just what he needed to hear. Landon hadn't even realised the level of guilt he felt over still having these sort of feelings for Roman while also falling in love with Loren. It made him feel like shit; like he was using his boyfriend...well, ex-boyfriend. Loren repeatedly told him he understood and that he was okay with it but in the end, that wasn't the case and it crushed Landon. Why did feelings have to be so complicated? All he wanted to do was to get a new start and the opportunity to move on with Loren but everything else got in the way. In the end, Avery was right. As much as it hurt, he needed to understand that it wasn't easy being with someone with so much baggage. Maybe all Loren needed was some time. Then again, if that was the case he would have stuck around in Kingsboro and yet he left. Landon really needed to find a balance between having some healthy level of hope and being plain unrealistic. "I guess you're right. Sometimes I have a hard time not blaming myself for everything that happens but I know I can't keep taking responsibility for everything. Loren made his choice and I have to respect it, even though it hurts. I guess I should consider myself lucky that I hadn't introduced him to Elle yet. That would be a mess that I wouldn't really know how to handle."

avery

She never wanted to see Landon so hurt. He was honestly her brother and it just... it was so painful to witness. She loves him deeply and wished that this hadn't happened. That he wasn't so hurt right now. "I know- and I get that." She spent years blaming herself for everything that ever went wrong. Hell, she'd grown use to it. In Foxcroft, even if something hadn't been her fault, the blame was put on her and she was treated awfully. Learning how to not continue that mentality has been difficult... But it was a process she was becoming better about. And that in and of itself was a good thing. Avery grimaced slightly at the mentioning of introducing Loren to Elle. She made that mistake with Luca- clearly, mistakes were made. It was why she was so nervous about introducing Monroe to Mars for awhile. But at the same time, she had felt more at ease about the idea as well. And now, here they are. "It is a good thing. I just... I really hope that things will become easier for you soon. That you'll be okay. I promise that we got you; That I got you. The Oliveiras love you so much, Landon."

Landon

It felt so nice to be so understood. Not only was Avery like a sister to him but she'd also been through something similar herself. Others could offer their support and Landon did appreciate it but it was different to be understood by someone who had an idea of what he was going through right now. He was getting better at dealing with the guilt of what he perceived as putting Elle at risk. His daughter never met Loren and so, she was safe. It was also a tough lesson for him that he couldn't just introduce anyone to his daughter. People he thought he could trust weren't always what they seemed. He was fine with getting hurt himself but Elle was a different story. It was going to take a lot more from now on for him to believe he could introduce someone to the most important person in his life. "Thank you, I appreciate it. And I love you too, all of you."

[kitamonn]

boyfriend!namjoon

The Cutest Man on This Planet™

Yeah i know people see namjoon as a super charismatic and sexy rapper but consider this: soft namjoon

Have you seen his shy little smile where the apples of his cheeks light up and his eyes squish together im wEAK

Bookclub member nams is back

You can’t convince me he isn’t the kind of the guy who would attend a bookclub and get all giddy and excited over his favorite novels

He strikes me as the kind of guy who goes on tangents about his fave books and just starts rambling to anyone who so much as mentions the book title

Then gets all embarrassed when he realises he’s been talking about dumbledore's death for like 40 minutes

Has the fattest crush on you but is great at hiding it, you didn’t know he liked you until he blurted it out while you were on a date having lunch

Lowkey into debates and highkey into 2am shower thoughts

Will actively try to hold your hand in any situation

Not that much into PDA, but hand holding? 110% yes he’s ready at all times

Will absentmindedly play with your fingers or ring when he holds your hand, he’ll thread your fingers together, feel the little hairs on your knuckle etc.

But he’ll get super shy if you bring it up

In private he likes you on his lap (in a cute kind of way), and if your uncomfortable with that he just enjoys your head on his shoulder or your legs on his lap

One hand on your thigh and one on the steering wheel hA

As much as he likes discussions, he also just likes to listen to you talk while you lie in bed and watch TV, doesn’t matter what your talking about he just finds your voice soothing

Won’t admit it but he’s fallen asleep listening to you ramble

A super heavy sleeper, useless for like 10 minutes when he wakes up relatable

Enjoys icecream dates and garage sale dates whenever he has the time

Walks along the riverside or around your neighbourhood, through vintage stores, into bookshops or bakeries until you find the perfect Kim Daily photoshoot location

You have become his new no.1 fan and photographer, and also, at times, his voice of reason

“Namjoon i swear to god if you wear those pants into public i am canceling this relationship”

Every now and then you find a shirt in his collection that you actually like, and it promptly becomes part of your collection

Despite having so many clothes, nams knows every single piece he owns and notices that your wearing his shirt

He won’t say anything though, you look cute in his shirt of course ;)

Extra credit if its an oversized pyjama shirt

Has a sweet coffee, soft cotton, old book and faint cologne aesthetic

Will kiss his fingers and send the camera a finger heart at every concert no matter what, just for you <3

ultimate husband material

Can’t cook to save his life but that won’t stop him from mastering the use of the coffee machine. If your forte is tea or hot chocolate, he’ll master the perfect cup just the way you like it

Has memorised your cafe order, mobile number, go-to shampoo and conditioner brand, favourite colour, number and animal, life motto, your parents, siblings and friends names, what you want to name your first child etc.

He even remembers your weird habits and embarrassing secrets that you don’t remember telling him but must have at one point

Getting real, i see namjoon as being very open to his significant other

While i can see him liking both older and younger people, i feel he would appreciate someone who understands when to be childish and when to be mature, someone who understands his responsibilities and will stand by him

I imagine he’s very serious when it comes to relationships, at first it might seem as if he is keeping up face and slightly reserved, but would slowly open up to you when he feels comfortable

He makes a lot of decisions every day, is a devoted leader and older brother to his members and very passionate about his music, someone who can't understand this may have a hard time

He needs someone who would support him as his pillar and cheer him on while also becoming a person he can fall back on and open up to

Having someone he can come home to where he can strip away labels as a leader and idol and enjoy a chilled and supportive environment, i imagine, would be his ideal.

As much as he loves being with you, everyone needs their own time - Knowing when he needs time to himself and when he needs you.

Okay back to the cute stuff

Totally into couple clothes, but like lowkey ones like shoes or accessories or bags

Super proud of you, gets all happy and proud when someone mentions you like ‘yeS that is MY BAbY!!!!”

Very supportive and will always cheer you on no matter what you want to do

“Crochet? I’m sure you’ll be amazing ... omg, babe, you could totally make us some placemats!!”

A happy boyfriend who enjoys lazy mornings and passionate evenings, he’s happy as long as he’s with you

Tells you a new fact or something he learnt recently every night before he goes to bed, he’s a boy of knowledge and cant help but want to share it with you

Often send you photos he��s taken of things that remind him of you, and you do the same - he finds it super endearing that he’s the first thing on your mind when you see certain things!

this cutie is such a sweet and caring boyfriend you can fight me on it

and next is my boy nams, half of the points i wrote for him i slapped in the NSFW version so you get an exclusive soft namjoon™ post for now :)

thank-you for reading!

- kit

[jjk910]

entry / 9

so, the usa trip

i’m currently in seok’s bed, he’s in the shower and i wonder if i manage to finish this shit before he comes back, but i doubt so. i was sitting on the floor and abused his hifi for like twenty or more minutes, so ive got little time to do it. but he showers for a fuckton of time, so who knows

the usa trip was a longtime thing for seok, but i decided so spontaneously that i almost didnt manage to pack my shit, lol. it was the night when i told him that i would try, but i was scared. the night that started it all. but honestly, it didnt proceed anywhere until yesterday. but ill write about it later

the whole trip was awesome, minus the fact that i almost melted. it was so pretty there, his brother actually likes me, and i dont know. i enjoyed it. i remember going on trips like this with my family, but well - since dad died, i guess nobody really likes to go anywhere anymore. especially since they know that me and jin would probably kill eachother sooner or later. 

we went to swim a lot, we went shopping a lot, we fucked a lot. one day, he refused to go anywhere because i wasnt responsible enough regarding him and his ability to walk, i felt bad. why? no idea. i never felt bad. never. i told ten that hoseok may actually made me more kind since i spend so much time with him, and honestly : it may be true. or maybe its just the heat, which is seriously slowly killing me. 

should i add some photos here? the sunset seemed like a good one to begin with, so, yeah, here, have another sun

hh. hes pretty, right? the sunset and shit. we went on a boat, just because we could, and also because his family wanted to. it was nice. everyone laughed, even i did, and then he laughed as well. he smiles so nicely? but look at the photo; he’s looking all serious, but he was just checking out some dumb shit carrying like ten glasses of wine at once, which, yeah, was kind of impressive, but still, dumb. who am i even talking to? nobody, yeah. so, nobody, i wich for this boy to smile for me as much as he possibly can, and as much as he wants to. i want him to smile only for me, i want the smile to be mine. but, guess what, nobody. it actually is only mine already. and it always will.

i sound scary, hahh. but well, i am possesive? he was talking with lucas, making some guardian shits happen ( i am quill and he’s rocket, lol ), and i got so jealous? and i honestly dont know why. i never even saw lucas, lol

nevermind, a cat

yeah, a cat. we went to get an ice cream, and this was laying on the car. i honestly didnt care as much as seok did, but, why did i put it here in the first place. he, seok, he like, stopped almost immediately as he saw the cat and started squealing, tugging my hand just to look at this dying ass cat. he pet it for like five minutes, before he whined and said we had to go, otherwise the icecream place will close and we wont have any icecream. it was nice. the whole shit, him being overly protective over a cat he just met, telling me he will keep her, and then sneezing like a shit because hes allergic on fur. hes dumb

i took so many selfies, lol. i was forced to do so, honestly. “make some memories of your blond hair before you dye it again, fuckass,” so i did. he told me im beautiful. he always tells me, always reminds me, if id ever tried to forget. i would never forget the words, but the meaning is kind of off for me. whenever i tell him the same, hes like noooo, but whenever he tells me and i say no, hes ready to punch me.

but nevermind, here is one

lol, nvm

i like the hair. he helped me dye it, it sucked for the first time, i looked like a fucking chicken, but the toner made it better. im still wondering how the fuck was he able not to burn my scalp and make me actually like the colour. i mean, it looks dry, or feels dry, as im touching it, but its not so bad. 

the water stopped, so i have like ten minutes from now on, because hes slow, hh

i love him. yesterday, i proclaimed him my boyfriend. while we both were wide awake. he asked me, if i want to keep it as secret. i said yes, at least for now. i thought that he will be sad, because he seems like the kind of human who would scream everything aloud, but he seemed... he seemed so happy

and i hope he is, and i hope he will

as living without sun would be the last thing i would wish for

the moon is not able to shine without its sun, and that kind of relationship seems like the one we had since we started talking

and im hoping it will stay

[bornconfused444]

Which colour would best describe your current mood? Yellow because I’m really happy! Does bad grammar annoy you? Yes. Who played the last concert you went to? Theory of a Deadman. What’s your opinion on winter? Hate it. How many plants are there in the room you’re in? 5. Are you wearing anything in your hair at the moment? Nope.

What was the last book you read, and how did you find it? I don’t remember. Do you prefer green or red apples? Red. Which room in your house is your favourite? Mine. What was the last thing you microwaved? Water. Do you often take the bus to get to places? Yes. I don’t have money for a car right now. If somebody gave you a kitten to keep as a pet, what would you name it? I don’t know that depends on the gender. If you could travel back to any decade, which one would you travel to? 1920’s. Did you used to like making dens as a child? Yes. Are you currently listening to music? Nope. Any languages you would like to learn? German. Do you like the smell of freshly-mown grass? Nope I don’t know how people can like that. Does it really grind your gears when people constantly quote Family Guy? Not really because I don’t watch Family Guy so I don’t understand any of the quotes. How many tabs do you have open in your browser? None I’m doing this on my phone. Do you like to play Mario? Never played. Ever flown a kite? Yea. What’s your favourite topping for toast? Peanut butter. What colour is the front door of your house? White. Do you know anybody who is completely bald? Yes.

Do you put decorations up for Christmas? Yes we put them on the tree. You have to paint a room in your house bright orange, which do you choose? I don’t know the bathroom? Your least favourite flavour of icecream: Pecan. Would you rather have a leather or denim jacket? Leather. Can you imitate a southern American accent well? Yes. It’s not hard. Can you read maps? Somewhat. Do you think that bacon and maple syrup is a good combination? Ew no. Do you have any piercings? Yes. Own a lot of hats? Nope. Which musical instrument would you like to learn to play? I don’t know. Would you rather swim in the sea or in a pool? Pool. Preferred alcoholic beverage: Vodka. Did you go camping this summer? This summer hasn’t happened yet but I might go camping. How is your eyesight? Good. Are you into this whole vampire thing? Nope. I was when I was like 14 but not now. What’s a colour that you would never ever dye your hair? Green. <-- Would you like to travel to India? No. Do you live in a city? Yes. What was your favourite TV show as a kid? Are You Afraid of the Dark and Goosebumps. Are you a fussy eater? Kind of. Can you dance? No lmao. Do you find green eyes attractive? Sure. They’re rare so I don’t know why they wouldn’t be attractive. Do you prefer to watch films at home or in the cinema? Home. Can you remember New Year’s Eve on the 30/12/1999? Nope I was 5. Do you have a fringe? I don’t really know what that is. Do you like any films with Barbara Streissand in them? I don’t know who that is so I guess not lmao. Which breed of dog do you find most scary? Great Danes because one bit me when I was little. What’s the secret to your success? What success. <-- Do you keep any photos in your wallet? I don’t even have a wallet. Anyone you really miss right now? Nope. Would you ever wear a white tuxedo? I would never wear a tux period. <-- Do you judge a book by its cover? Everyone does to an extent. Do you like chips and dips? Some. Last time you went on a rollercoaster: Been a very long time. Ever been to a pottery class? Nope. Who was the last person to stay over at your house? Roommate’s friend. Do you like red lipstick? Yes.

Can you recall your country’s national anthem? Yes. Are you a light sleeper? Yes. When you were young, did you ever pretend to “marry” somebody? LOL yea I pretended to marry my neighbor’s grandson and he eventually became my first boyfriend.

Have you ever spent an entire day in bed? Yes. How high’s your pain threshold? Depends. What would you wear to a red carpet event? I don’t know exactly but something nice. Do you find architecture interesting? Old stuff from like the 1920’s yea. Do you like Irish accents? Yes. Describe the worst date you’ve ever been on: It was the one blind date I went on and it was just awkward as fuck. When did you last go to the park? Yesterday or the day before. Do you ever forget how to walk? No what the fuck lmao. Do you own a Jesus bracelet? Like a WWJD bracelet? No. How far out can you stick your tongue? Average? I don’t know. Do you like David Bowie? Not really but his eye thing was pretty cool. Does it annoy you when you feel like people aren’t really listening? Yes. What is the latest time you’ve ever woken up? I don’t know. Ever gotten into trouble over something you didn’t really do? Yes. Are you currently ill? No. I wasn’t feeling too great this morning though. Are there any really beautiful buildings close to where you live? Yes. Do you have embarrassing parents? I did. How’s your grandmother? Dead. <-- Can you speak any Spanish? A bit. Would you rather be skeletal or curvy? Skeletal. What’s something that really matters to you? Sleep, water.

[princephil]

11 questions tag!!

1. Always post the rules 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you 3. Write 11 questions of your own 4. Tag 11 people

Tagged by: @pressurehowell & @palephantom(thank u so much!!! <3)

1. what concert(s) have you been to? Lady Gaga & the Weeknd!! (i’m seeing him again this spring) 2. do you like playing/watching pokemon? hELL YEA 3. who are some of your favorite youtubers? (besides d&p) good mythical morning, grav3yardgirl & heyparis! 4. whats your favorite tv show? tbh i have too many :/ i rly like ahs, supernatural, oitnb, skins, south park, rupaul’s drag race & stranger things 5. do you have a crush on anyone? my boyfriend :-) 6. whats your favorite animal? sloths r my life 7. how long have you had your tumblr? i’ve been on tumblr since 2010 but i made this blog on Dec 14, 2016! 8. do you have any hidden talent and/or party tricks? no i’m so uninteresting :( 9. whats your favorite flavor of icecream? green tea! (but chocolate is a classic) 10. do you sleep with your socks on or off? currently i sleep w/ them on because if i don’t my feet will FREEZE  11. whats your favorite song? it’s hard to pick an all time favourite but a song i’ve been really liking currently is the beach - the neighbourhood ------------------------ 1. What is your favourite memory? chilling with my boyfriend on his bed listening to music while we look at dogs on his laptop 2. What languages do you speak? english (i know only some words in spanish) 3. What is one place that you would like to visit again? new york!! i’ve been 3 times it’s amazing 4. Favourite number? Any reason why? i’ve always liked the number 5 for some reason, idk why 5. Favourite sound? i love the sound of waves! also i love the sound of coffee shops??? i used to do homework and study to that sound 6. Do you like reptiles? they’re so cool!! especially chameleons  7. Are you the kind of person who would stop at the store to re-shelf an item that somebody might’ve dropped? yes :/ i hate when people drop something at a store, look at it and walk away  8. What was the moment that made you realise that you want to do something specific in your life? (Profession, or hobby, some one time thing like bungee jump, etc.) i’ve always been interested in crime so recently i decided why not combine my interest for crime with my interest for psychology and pursue forensic psychology! 9. Favourite item that you own? i can’t really pick one all time favourite but one of them is my laptop 10. A thing that you like that others might find strange? i’m so into horror and creepy things and i have been ever since i was a child and i really like abandoned places (people probably find that strange) 11. Favourite feeling? love & happiness

here are my questions:  1. If you could, would you dye your hair & what colour would you dye it? (if u already have what colour did you dye it??) 2. are you more of a city person or a country person? 3. favourite genre of music? 4. where’s one place you’d like to travel to?  5. tag a mutual u love 6. what’s your biggest pet peeve 7. sweet foods or salty foods? 8. do u like memes?? if so, what’s your favourite meme 9. does your name have any meaning behind it?  10. who was the last person you talked to? 11. what’s one thing that makes you extremely nostalgic? 

i tag: @dantea @litraleehowell @dawniel @helllointernet @damnitsnotonfire  @pansexualphil @moonymisha @palephantom @sleeplesslester @dancingems (you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to/already have!!!) 

[katjiekat]

Quest 8: Write Down 100 Questions. Boss 8: Finding 100 Questions That Are Not Mediocre. Status: Completed?

^Questioning Mind by Michael Alfano.

Questions for my reader, since you’ve been so loyal in reading this far.

Is this really what I’m going to write as my first question?

Am I doing this right?

Probably not, should I change them up a bit?

Yes, I think let’s go a bit of a more interesting route, what do you think, reader?

So this is what it’s like to “break the 4th wall,” are you scared now?

I’m just kidding, why not come along with me and explore some more questions?

I don’t think I’m allowed to google these things am I?

Well I did for this one and it’s pretty interesting so, what do you call the smell after it rains? (Answer: Petrichor).

Who invented the number 9?  (Wikipedia: “the origin of the 9 integers can be attributed to ancient Indian civilization, and was adopted by subsequent civilizations in conjunction with the 0.”) It’s actually rather interesting how the first ‘9′ integers looked, see the evolution of this integer in the first picture at the bottom of these questions.

Hey reader, can you understand Japanese?

Well, here’s a nice question for you anyway - “こんにちは、私の名前はジェスです。あなたの名前は何ですか？”

You didn’t understand that? Well, here’s how to say it according to Google Translate: “Kon'nichiwa, watashinonamaeha jesudesu. Anata no namae wa nanidesu ka?”

You still didn’t understand that? Well, sorry, you’ll have to look it up.

On a scale from 1-you can’t directly respond to me, how tired are you?

Are you as tired as I am?

What’s your usual bedtime?

Oh, that’s cool, mine’s similar. Doesn’t going to bed that late make you all groggy the next day? Well, it does for me. I don’t know how you do it.

When you are old, what do you think children will ask you to tell stories about? I once lay on a tester bed in the middle of a mall with my best friend and a creepy security guard with the biggest gap-tooth I’ve ever seen came up to us not to chase us away but rather to ask if he could join us... Obviously we said no and ran away.

What food have you never eaten but would really like to try?

What “old person” things do you do?  I like naps very very much.

What’s the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? Back in 2009, I went to India to help out a charity. While I was there, I was introduced to chapatis, milk straight from a cow and the hottest chilli I’ve ever eaten - I ate it whole.

What’s your cure for hiccups? I take a deep breath and then swallow, that usually does the trick. For about a minute anyway.

What’s your favourite weather? Mine is when it rains for the whole day and it’s kinda cold and I can just cuddle in bed with a movie and hot chocolate.

If you had to choose between eating a really nice soup with a fork and a really horrible soup with a spoon, which would you choose?

What do you usually do when you procrastinate?

Do you think that aliens exist?

Are you religious?

What movie quotes do you use on a regular basis?

If animals could talk, which animal would be the most annoying?

What’s the funniest comedy skit you’ve seen? All that needs to be said here is Monte Python or any mention of John Cleese for that matter.

What’s the funniest thing you’ve done or had happen while your mind was wandering? Unintentional awkward eye contact...

What was the best thing that happened to you today?

How do you make yourself sleep when you can’t seem to get to sleep?

What’s the opposite of a koala?

What’s the smartest thing you’ve seen an animal do? Cue the endless supply of videos on YouTube of dogs opening doors and fridges and parrots counting to 30.

What did you Google last?

What qualities do all your friends have in common?

Music recommendations?

What’s the nearest thing to your left?

What would be an accurate tag line for each month?

What’s the most embarrassing story from your childhood? When I was about 5 or so, I decided it would be an amazing idea to participate in a one-girl fashion show. My audience consisted of my step dad and his business partner that was probably there for a meeting. I cringe to this day as I remember how I waltzed around in my baby pink gown and little kitty cat slippers thinking I was the hippest chick ever.

How are you still reading this far?

I hope you’re not bored. Would you tell me if you are?

What’s fine in small numbers but terrifying in large numbers? Any kind of bug.

What did you believe for way too long as a child?

What’s your favorite holiday movie? The Nightmare Before Christmas <3

When was the last time you stayed up through the entire night? What is university?

What outdated slang do you use on a regular basis? Okidokie.

What happens regularly that would horrify a person from 100 years ago?

What questions would you like to ask a time traveler from 200 years in the future?

What awful movie do you love?

What’s the best sandwich you’ve ever had?

What’s the most annoying thing about the social media platform you use most often? I feel like there’s only one answer to this. And that’s ads.

What would be the most unsettling thing to keep occasionally finding around your house?

How much do you think names affect the outcomes of people’s lives?

What are some of the dumbest lyrics you’ve heard in a song? The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka.

What word do you always mispronounce? The word “rant.”

What would be the worst food to be liquefied and drunk through a straw?

When was the last time you were hopelessly lost? We all know that “lost in a supermarket, can’t find mom” feeling.

What two films would you like to combine into one?

What’s the most boring super hero you can come up with? Subjectively, “Accounting Man.”

What word is a lot of fun to say? Just say the word “bubbles” a few times and tell me your answer.

If your five-year-old self suddenly found themselves inhabiting your current body, what would your five-year-old self do first? I used to dream of swimming in chocolate.

What is something that everyone looks stupid doing?

In 40 years what will people be nostalgic for? Somehow I’d imagine little touch screen phones will die out eventually.

What is the weirdest thing you have seen in someone else’s home? A decapitated doll hanging from a ceiling fan...

What set of items could you buy that would make the cashier the most uncomfortable?

What are the unwritten rules of where you work? It used to be “Your hours are 7-4 but your real hours are 6:30-whenever we say you can go.”

What is something that you just recently realized that you are embarrassed you didn’t realize earlier?

What’s the best type of cheese? Gouda, holloumi, feta, Parmesan...

What would be the worst “buy one get one free” sale of all time? A coffin.

What’s the weirdest thing a guest has done at your house?.

What mythical creature would improve the world most if it existed?

If peanut butter wasn’t called peanut butter, what would it be called?

If someone asked to be your apprentice and learn all that you know, what would you teach them?

If you see a puddle on the ground, do you walk around it or over it?

If you got to name a new country, how would you decide what to call it?

What would be the title of your memoir?

What do you give a damn about?

If you could have one 'do over' in your life, what would you do differently?

What is your earliest memory?

What do you miss about being a kid?

What’s something you want to do in the next year that you’ve never done before? I want to get two tattoos - one of a koi fish and another of a cat.

What makes you happy? Food, the special people in my life and naps.

What’s your ideal weekend?

What’s your favorite quote?

What do you want your legacy to be? I hope my work becomes significant in the art/design/writing world.

What was the first thing you bought with your own money? An icecream!  

How do you like to be comforted when you’re upset? Food, love and series.

What’s a favorite memory with a pet/animal?

What do you think your best physical feature is?

What scares you the most about the future?

Who was your favourite teacher in high school?

What’s your favourite colour?

Do you prefer mornings or evenings?

What is the best book ever written?

What’s something bad that’s happened to someone that you wish you could change?

Do you like mugs? I absolutely love collecting mugs.

Who is the most important person in your life? I have three: my mother, my brother and my boyfriend.

Did you enjoy reading all these random questions as much as I enjoyed writing them?

^The evolution of the number 9 (see question 9).

Concept extracted: Questions.