#i love yall and i wanted to share this. i was gonna wait til i finished the whole intro/castle area but look at me. no yeah look at me

[flamboyant-king]

Game development? More like Foreshadowing!

Back in November, after I went back to work, I wanted to figure out RPGmaker all by myself. I wanted to help my darling friend, Que, work on Wiwi and The Golden Acorn, I would do all the dialogue and it would all change based on what events have occurred. So, we had an idea for a quick game to help us get down the basics before we work on any big projects.

It's called How Can I Be the Legendary Swordsman When I Have Carpal Tunnel?

It's also called I hyperfixated on this for a day until I made my hands hurt. Which is ironic. But the story really is about me getting isekai'd into a fantasy world after working myself to death (the foreshadowing is too great), but my problems still came along with me. But there are fantasy versions of my friends there to guide me along the way to recovery and success.

So I messed with the dialogue, scenes, events, and intro to make it feel very game-y. I made the sprites of the legendary hero, Que did the friends, we only used the assets of RPGmaker cause we are just testing. Of course it has to have my humor. The legendary hero is called Morshu Junior and his colors were ripped directly from the Lamp Oil guy, Morshu.

The gameplay is the legendary swordsman does all the damage, but he also hurts himself, so his companions are actually all healers and you can use their turns to heal the swordsman. They can do damage, but the swordsman will keep losing health, whether they're attacking or defending, the swordsman will keep losing health. Which is an awesome idea, but we didn't figure out how to incorporate that yet. Maybe one day but not anytime soon.

I hope you like my idea, it's silly and we'll use it as our testing grounds and also just goofing around. I would love to hear your feedback. I love you guys.

[sant-riley]

[Task force 141 + others with Gen z!reader] [pt3]

A/N: Some of these you /may/ have seen on tiktok, that is me who posted them on tiktok. I am green haired bitch so no I didn't steal anything LMAO. I hope these live up to yalls expectations.

The last two of these my lovely friend gave me inspiration for <3 @frogchiro

Warnings: She/her pronouns swearing, age gaps, tiktok memes (like always lmk if I miss something!)

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You steal Prices hat on numerous occasions bc its a fashion abomination and you refuse to let this man wear it around you. You hide around base as frequently as you can.

Jokes on you though bc he will literally wait til it's your birthday and buy you a matching one and will laugh at your scream of disgust.

Gaz one ups him by gifting you a matching hat as well, putting it on your head as he flicks the brim.

"Thanks Gaz! I love it!

"And not mine?"

"You're on thin ice, old man."

Price gets gifted a set from manscaped by the guys as a gag gift. He uses it for his beard bc he never bothered to look into why everyone was laughing around him.

Price takes your phone when you try and show him memes, squinting hard as fuck like a dad 💀

Soap, if yall have the time off takes you to scottish football games and it's a whole thing. You sitting there while he gets drunk out of his fucking mind, hollering and whooping and you're there trying to sink into your seat.

Chances are someone's gonna shove you and you're gonna trip and fall bc everyone's so amped up and Soap threatens to beat the shit out of them. It's a miracle y'all don't get kicked out 💀

If you have tattoos, Soap is the first one to take a marker set and color them in and adding his own additions. If you were ever to get them actually tattooed, he would tear up and pretend he isn't emotional about it.

"You like me that much Bonnie?"

He would get something of you too, so it evens out. This also makes Ghost in turn get a tattoo for you bc he refuses to be out done and he's just as attached

Neither of them get your call sign or your name, but they get something personal to what each of them associate you with.

The first time you meet Alex, you're across the room doing something that has your focus and didn't realize this is actually your first time meeting him. You ask him for a hand only to look up and see him extend his prosthetic at you with a smile and you scream.

"You asked for a hand but best I can do is a Leg." Price comes running and he sees the scene and rolls his eyes.

Everyone single one of them are the definition of "my girl can wear whatever she wants bc I'll break your jaw." meme btw. You can take care of yourself but you never need to bc they will beat a bitch up.

Laswell invites you constantly to come over and meet with her wife, esp if you don't have a mother figure. She always always tries to come on base to see you and always has a birthday and Christmas present on it's way to you wherever you may be. Her wife loves you to death and they've pretty much adopted you and you cannot escape it, oh well.

Gaz buys you whatever your little heart desires, especially if he's deployed away in a country where they sell exclusives of whatever you enjoy. It's a pain in the fucking ass to try and ship a anime figure to your place from Japan but he's gonna try his best.

Ghost doesn't share his food, or at least it was before you came along. He groans and grumbles about having to feed you but he wouldn't do it if he truly didn't want to. Soap asks and Ghost tells him to fuck off.

If you watch anime, please imagine trying to get everyone in the room and trying to explain who Dabi is. They're all so fucking old they keep thinking you're referring to the elf from Harry Potter and it infuriates you to no end.

Soap and Gaz know better but it's funnier to see you mad.

Being the youngest, they absolutely force you to do the jobs they don't want to. Whether it be cleaning the barracks, to cooking dinner when able, it doesn't matter bc they'll all pull rank on you.

"You're the new kid, get to it then."

"Ghosttttt-"

"Don't Ghost me."

Soap is the kind of motherfucker to play the fifa games and doesn't understand that he's stupid for buying it every single year bc there are no changes oncesoever. He will not listen to you about it and you've given up.

Ghost will see you talk about your etsy list and will ask for your phone, you trust him so of course you hand it over. He hands it back to you and it's just, all purchased. He says nothing while he sips on his tea while you scream at him asking why he did it. He won't tell you but it's because he knows it makes you happy and it'll keep your mood up, giving you a reason to be motivated to get through missions. It's also because he knows that retail therapy is a thing for your generation.

Soap, if you do any, is actually really good at doing your makeup! He knows how to do everything and he refuses to elaborate. (As a kid he'd do his mom's makeup when she went out for dates) he's the one who helps you doll up if you're going undercover.

Ghost, Gaz and Price find you unfunny whenever you make a "wow I wish British people were real." You say it so often and it gets annoying but they also just accept it's a part of life.

Soap personally enjoys the "SCOTLAND FOREVERRRRRRR" meme and will scream it with you. Ghost threatens to cut yalls tongue out.

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[luvxdxst]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨

u and fez was jus kickin it back on the coach, well, he was layin on top of your legs and acted as if he was a blanket for u. typical fez. the two of u were enjoying a new documentary that was recently published on netflix. both him and u adored watching the life of young baby animals. to be real wit u, u never took him for such a soft guy based upon how he presented himself before yall started dating, but thats another story. the two of u planned to spend the rest of ur sunday afternoon, just like this until it was either dinner time, or ash woke up from his much deserved, and long ass nap. that was until a sudden ping erupted from his cellphone.

“want me to check who it is?” u looked down at ur lap to face the red head beneath u.

“nah nah, i got it” he rose up from ur thighs and reached over you to the side table on ur side of the coach.

u shifted back into the arm of the sofa as he looked down at his phone screen.

“betta not be one of yo side bitches” u jokingly whispered under ur breath, but loud enough for him to hear. u loved to tease fez, even though u knew he was the most loyal, and trustworthy guy u’ve ever met.

“and what if it is?” his eyes shift from his phone screen to up ur face w a faint grin on his lips.

“nigga, i’d fuckin kill u. lemme see” u reach out to grab his phone, which u successfully did, surprisingly.

“u wanna tell me who faye is?” u shove his phone in his face for him to see the messages that read:

custer

yo fez

da cops bouta get involved

n shits bouta go down

can faye stay w

yall for a few?

just til shit cools down yk?

yea man

wtv

ight thanks man

she on her way in a cab rn

“so?? who the fuck is she fez?” u shake the phone in front of his face, eargaly waiting for him to tell u why she was gonna be stayin here, and who the fuck she was.

he just sat there wide eye, staring back into ur brown eyes as he tried to find a way to respond.

“shit…” he rubbed his hand at the back of his nearly bald head.

“she custers girl, so she aint nun to worry bout ma.”

he tried to lighten the mood by reassuring u, but that just made u more frustrated.

fezco knew that u would be upset about another girl living up in yalls house, but he jus didnt know how to bring it up since u were in such a good mood, and he didnt wanna ruin that moment u guys shared bonding watching that documentary.

“fuck u mean ‘she aint nun to worry bout’ shes another girl whos apparently gon be livin under this roof.”

“shit, if i’d known u’d be dis upset, i woulda straight up told custer n-“

fez was cut off by u stating ur piece of mind, and boy he was in for a treat.

“yeah but u didnt. u didnt even bother lettin me kno that this chick would be comin up in our house any minute fez. did u even think abt what ash would think bout’ all this?”

it was the jamaican in u that caused u to flare around ur arms whilst u were speaking to let him know just how frustrated u were.

“yo can u jus chill out? lemme explain myself and stop bitchin’ for a sec.”

“u want me to stop bitchin? u know what fez, why dont u go fuck ursel-“

ur response back to fezco was rudely interrupted by the whoosh of the front door opening. yall both broke ur necks to see what the commotion was, and there stood a girl with blond hair, a bloody nose, and big ass lips.

“i didnt do anything!”

she looked like she had been through hell. u kinda felt bad for the girl, but at the same time still had hatred for her.

u decided to stay put on the coach while fez went over to talk over sum rules abt the house with her.

“yo, dont touch nothin, dont talk to ash, and dont go in my fuckin’ room.”

“i promise” she answered while wiping her bloody nose. u wondered how it got bloody in the first place.

“so u just not gon introduce me or?” ur arms were crossed as u questioned fez since u were still annoyed and upset that this nigga aint tell u shit like he promised he would.

as fezco was walkin away from faye to go finish eating his half sandwich at the table, he pointed in the direction of u and then proceeded to introduce u to one another.

“faye, this is my girlfriend, y/n. im sure yall met before”

faye bit into the half sandwich he had offered her a few minutes ago, and then tilted her head to the side.

“no.. i don’t remember meeting anybody with month old box braids”

she then bit into the sandwich again and continued eating as if she hadnt just insulted you.

“who the fuck does this bitch think she was?” u thought to urself. how she gon come marching into ur house and then insult u. this bitch was in need of a beating, thats for one.

“and i don’t remember meeting anybody who thought that ugly ass fillin’ in their lips was givin, goodnite.”

u stormed off into u and fezco’s shared bedroom and slammed the door shut, causing ash to wake up.

he stumbled out of his room and stopped dead in his tracks at the door frame, looking in the direction of faye. she then parted her lips and introduced herself with her monotone voice.

“hi, im faye”

he just glanced over at fez, and without sayin a word walked back into his room, slamming it shut just how u previously did.

fez knew he was just as pissed as u were; his face said it all.

“well somebodies in a mood”

fez just ignored the comment from faye and shook his head with an annoyed expression on his freckled face.

“ma?” fez knocked on the wooden door, before creaking it open and entering yalls bedroom.

he had got faye situated in the room she’d be staying in and warned her not to talk to u until she apologized for the way she rudely spoke to u. he would never let anyone disrespect his girl.

u were wrapped under the cozy sheets u had picked out and brought home as a gift a few weeks back, trying ur best not to sniffle so loudly.

“what u want?”

“i came er to apologize..”

he closed the door behind him and started puttin on his pyjamas, that happened to be the matching set to what u were wearing. fez knew that u were just a big baby under all that thick skin, u just tried ur best not show it even though he could always see right through it.

“i..i dont wanna talk to u”

ur voice ached as u sniffled in between each word u spoke.

“well ima talk to u anyways. u kno’ im used to talkin to people wit out gettin a response back”

he was referring to his grandma who he would occasionally talk to, knowing he wont get a reply from her.

fez slid into the bed and under the blankets which then caused u to instinctively turn from facing ur back to him, to looking him in the eyes. ur eyes were puffy which automatically let him know u had been cryin’ the whole time since u went in there. once again, tears started to fall from ur eyes and he just pulled u closer and let u rest ur face on his chest.

“im so stupid. i shoulda told u everythin’ that was goin on. and asked if u was comfortable wit lettin faye stay er’, im sorry mama.”

he knew better than to attempt to run his fingers though ur braids as u already had ur bonnet on, so he just rubbed circles on ur back.

“u told me u would let me in on these kinda things, u lied to me fez, u lied…”

u tried to push urself away from his chest as u felt anger building up in between those sniffles, but he just held u closer until u started to calm down.

“ima just hug u until u stop poutin’ so we can cuddle, cus i kno yo ass wants to”

u smirked into his chest, but he didnt know that. u just gave him a quick and sarcastic reply.

“shut up..”

[jeonjeonggukenergy]

May 31

summary ~ on the last day of your senior year living together, you're still fighting your feelings for your roommate jungkook. before you can fully move out and move on, he makes a pretty significant scheduling error. #and there was only one bed

genre ~ fluff, smut / roommate!au, college!au, bit of crack/fake texts

wordcount ~ 5k

warnings ~ smut (18+), blowjob (oral: m receiving), nipple play, marking, penetrative sex, cumplay (sort of oral: f receiving), jungkook just goes hard as expected BUT IT'S SOFT? this is just super cheesy and cute with some hopefully hot smut

a/n ~ surprise oneshot! and they were roommates? and there was only one bed? this is all my fave tropes wrapped into one, i had a ton of fun writing it and i hope yall enjoy :')

~ read on ao3 ~

You walked up to your apartment door just as a boy from the class below you walked out—with a wave, a "see ya, Jungkook!" and what appeared to be the last piece of your roommate's bedframe.

"You...sold...your bed?"

"Well, sort of. I borrowed it from that guy for the year while he was studying abroad. So now I'm giving it back to him. Since I'm staying in the city for my new job, though, I wish I could have just kept it. Now I have to actually buy one," Jungkook lamented.

"I mean, okay, but why didn't you just wait to give it back tomorrow when we move out?"

"What do you mean? Today's move-out day. I was just waiting for my brother to get off work to help get all my stuff out of here. I was kind of wondering why you hadn't packed up more, but you've always waited til the last minute to pack for things." Jungkook grinned, recalling your friend group’s spring break trip.

Momentarily distracted by his dig, you defended yourself quickly before returning to the subject. "Hey! At least I always get it done in the end. Better than packing too soon and accidentally giving away your bed a day early. Your new lease doesn't let you move in til the first day of June, right? It's May 31st."

Jungkook's pretty doe eyes went comically wide. "31st? There is no May 31st. It's June 1st. Because yesterday was May 30th. Right?"

"Oh my gosh. You're joking. You have to be joking," you tried not to laugh as you pulled up your Google calendar. "Here, look," you turned the phone around to him. "May 31st."

"Shit," he breathed, pushing the soft shock of hair back from his frozen face. "What did I do?"

You took your phone back, already distracted by your texts as you reassured him. "Don't worry, it’s funny but it's no big deal, I'm just messing with you. You can sleep on the couch for tonight, you'll be fine."

Jungkook grabbed your wrist, making you look up from your screen in surprise. In sitcom-esque slow motion, he swiveled his head sideways and you followed his gaze to the living room, realizing—

"The couch was his too. I gave it back."

"Oh my gosh," you muttered, shaking your head down with a smile. Feeling a little braver on your last full day as roommates, you finally gave Jungkook the warning that had almost slipped out plenty of times over the year. "Jungkookie...you're really lucky you're so cute. Otherwise you wouldn't get away with nearly as much as you do in life.���

"I..." Jungkook dropped your hand, grinning at the usual nickname but unsure how to take the half-compliment. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I forgot about a whole day, I usually double-check my calendar. I can just take the floor for tonight, I guess? I'll go unpack my blanket again. Sorry, I don't want to be an inconvenience."

"No, no," you cut him off—against your better judgment, but determined to ignore your superficial attraction to him to be a good friend and roommate. "Don't be ridiculous, just sleep in my bed. I mean, if that's okay with you of course. It'll definitely be more comfortable than the floor." He nodded rapidly, eyes still wide but mouth perfectly flatlined like an emoji. "Okay then. No worries. Let's eat, I got us takeout for our last night but it's getting cold."

At the mention of food, Jungkook made a beeline for the plastic bags hanging on your arm, and soon you were back to normal—well, sort of. Eating slightly reheated noodles on the living room floor instead of the couch, you giggled over one last Friday night K-drama episode together and reminisced over all the best memories from your year as roommates. You missed the coziness of your couch more than you thought you might, or maybe you just missed the snuggles you'd shared in its corner on countless nights like this one.

Jungkook had always been cutely touchy with his close friends, but it had taken a while for you two to get comfortable. You had to admit you'd gotten spooked when you first met him, disappearing behind your door after a quick "hi, nice to meet you!" and furiously texting your friend and former roommate Jin in distress. He hadn't warned you the new guy he'd found for your apartment was, in your own words, "stupid hot." Jin had laughed you off, saying it hadn't even occurred to him because he just saw his former soccer teammate "JK" as a kid. To be fair, it probably truly had slipped Jin's notice—he barely believed anyone who told him how objectively attractive he was. But Jin was a good enough friend to both you and Jungkook that he took charge of dissolving the initial tension, immediately bringing y'all over for a "double housewarming" dinner party at the cute new place he now shared with his fiancée. (Thank goodness he'd finally listened when you'd told him she found him attractive. Even if it cost you a roommate of two years, you'd happily take credit for that relationship.) That first invitation had felt suspiciously like a double date, but Jin's cooking and hosting skills broke the ice nicely enough. After that, it only took a few more dinners and video game nights to initiate you into their casual rhythm of hair ruffles and backhugs.

Currently, Jungkook had his arm around you to offer a neck rub while you rested your head on his shoulder, hoping he couldn't feel your pulse beneath his fingers. "Ah, you're going so hard," you half-protested.

"I always go this hard! You never complain," he shot back with a teasing grin.

"Nah, come on, you're gonna leave a mark or something. At least check," you lifted your head, sweeping your hair aside. "Is it all red like Jin always gets?" you joked.

Facing away, you had no way of seeing it, but Jungkook's face had gone red too. "Uh...no, it's fine, it's fine." He glanced back to the TV and turned it off, noticing the episode had ended. "Sorry though, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm gonna go shower and get ready for bed."

"Hey, no, it's okay!" You tugged on his shirt as he got up, wanting to reverse whatever you’d done to make him seem so uneasy. "I'm not actually hurt or mad at you or anything, I was just messing with you. Again." You smiled lightheartedly, and his face broke into a soft nose-scrunch at the reassurance.

"Okay, good. I was gonna shower anyway though—so uh, see you in bed I guess?"

"Yeah same, see you in bed," you laughed, trying to maintain the ease in your facial expression until the moment he left the room, upon which your internal monologue immediately turned into "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

You couldn't help thinking about Jungkook in the shower. And not even in the usual way that you couldn't help thinking about Jungkook, in the shower. As much as you hated to admit it, Jin was probably right about your feelings for your sweet, dorky roommate going beyond just physical attraction, or friendship. Jungkook was kind, respectful, smart, athletic, artistic, funny, really hot, and you already got along well enough to live together: he really was the ultimate boyfriend material. You were both pleasantly moderate introverts. He shared your same favorite dramas and brand of instant ramen. Even your parents loved him—wait, did they want you to date him too? A strict follower of every social rule that dictated not dating roommates, coworkers, best friends' exes, exes' best friends, etc., you had simply never allowed yourself to consider the possibility until now. You played back your conversations with Jin over the year and considered the sheer amount of the funny stories you told him, or situations where you asked for his advice, or surprises he'd helped you plan, or simply glowing, grinning descriptions of something new you'd noticed, that all ended up being about Jungkook. He'd never even had to bring him up. Damn Jin for being such a good listener.

~

Almost an hour later, when you were already in bed, Jungkook politely knocked on your door. He always took long showers, and tonight you couldn't decide whether you were thankful for the extra time to prepare yourself or even more stressed from the extra time to overthink.

"Come in," you called quietly. Jungkook shuffled into your room, toe-socked feet making their way to the side of the bed you'd rolled over to clear for him. Cautious, he climbed in, and you stayed safely facing away from each other for a while, winding down for the night on your phones like you both normally did in your separate rooms. So spaced out that you couldn't even detect Jungkook's additional body heat, you felt the chill of the air conditioning instead and kept adjusting the blankets to try and achieve maximum insulation.

Jungkook eventually spoke his first words since he'd entered. "Am I hogging the covers? I'm sorry."

"Oh no, you're totally fine, if anything I'm taking up more than you. I'm just always cold, so I usually sleep in, like, a three-layered burrito. But it's fine! Really, no worries."

To your surprise, Jungkook rolled over, propping his head up on an elbow to look at you. "Well...I...we could..." he started, swallowing when you turned to face him. "I mean, you could wear socks! Like I do!" He pulled a foot out from under the sheets and presented it to your face, cackling.

"I think the fuck not," you snorted, shoving the foot away and falling slightly on top of him as you both lost your balance in giggles. "You couldn't catch me dead in your weird-ass socks."

"That's the secret, though!" he insisted. "That's how I stay warm."

"You are warm," you realized. One of your hands had ended up on his chest, the other arm tucked in the side of his torso, and both were burning up. You supposed you'd settled into similar positions on the couch before but you'd never noticed just how much of a human furnace he was. Maybe it was because he hadn't been wearing his toe socks.

Neither of you said anything for a second. You could feel his heart beating at a slightly elevated but respectable rate, and while you wanted to pull away, if only to spare your own nerves, you also...didn't. You were too scared to stay like this, but too scared to move too. Jungkook seemed similarly stuck, blinking down at your hand on his chest, but eventually he unfroze to reach over it and drag you fully onto him by your shoulder. You simply let him handle you, not making any additional moves but silently enjoying the heat he seemed happy to provide. His hand spread over your back to press your torso to his, radiating heat through your thin t-shirt, and you suddenly grew self-conscious that you were braless. But of course you were, who wears a bra to bed? You were fine. This was fine.

"Are you okay? Is this warmer?" Jungkook asked, as gentle as his touch.

"Yeah! Yeah, this is fine," you responded, the answer muffled by your mouth's placement all too near to his neck. You could sense the heat coming off his skin from there too, but it contrasted with the mild coolness of his still-damp hair. It smelled faintly of floral shampoo, and the scent suddenly amplified all your nerves as the implications of how close he was hit you from head to toe. Even the soft fuzz of his socks brushed your bare legs, now intertwined with his. You weren't exactly small, but the warm solidity of Jungkook’s body under you made you feel fully enveloped by him. Though he'd shared a fair amount of skin with you through the course of your friendship, the intimacy of sharing your bed took every touch to another level, and being pressed so flush against him felt unbearable. You couldn't possibly process a whole year of pure pent-up physical attraction right now, much less any other feelings that may or may not have grown with it, especially when you knew he had no reason to feel anything back. And you were roommates. You just needed to sleep it off and then you could both move, and move on, in peace. Hopefully the odds of ever being stuck in a bed with Jungkook again would go way down after tonight.

Not bothering to get up and turn off the weak string of lights above your headboard, you just slowed your breathing and attempted to drift off to sleep. Pretending the deeper breaths weren't so you could get a better whiff of his soft, flowery hair, you laid still for several minutes, successfully ignoring your body's instinctual response.

Eventually, though, it became impossible to ignore his.

~

Jungkook wasn't that hard, okay. He wasn't a teenager; he thought he could control himself around you enough by now that he could just enjoy this last night without giving anything away. He almost felt bad when you invited him into your bed, sensing your reluctance and knowing it was his own fault that you'd had to offer in the first place. But he knew you wouldn't have asked if you weren't truly okay with it, and that confidence gave him the tiniest swell of hope that maybe you were a little bit more than okay. While Jin refused to give away any real insight into what you thought of him, he'd been teasing Jungkook for six months about his crush on you, eventually convincing him to try making your friendship into more once you both graduated and moved on to different roommates. He had just been planning to bring it up in a much better way than the semi that you could definitely feel against your thigh. You had both been silent about it for over five minutes, though, long enough that he could cross his fingers that you were already asleep. He probably didn't have to worry about a thing.

~

"Jungkook?"

You had finally worked up the courage to stop pretending you’d fallen asleep. You felt him freeze up under you—the defined abs that covered his tiny waist tightening, solid chest muscles contracting, and his thighs tensing to trap yours between them, all at once. You froze too, attempting to speak again but no sound coming out.

"_____, guess what!" he blurted to cut you off. Which was good, because you had absolutely zero plans for what to say after that.

"What?"

"It's after midnight," he said, jolting up to point to the digital clock on your side table. "It really is the first day of June now. So, according to the lease, we're officially no longer roommates. Crazy!"

"I mean...yeah," you affirmed, confused. "But also, we're literally sharing a bed right now. In the same room. So until that changes, I would probably still call us roommates." A little too amused by your own clapback, you raised your head to peek into his wide eyes and smiled, a big one that scrunched up your whole face.

And his dick twitched. Yeah, there was no way you could not notice that.

Before you could even finish your gasp, Jungkook spoke again. "I like you. I'm sorry. I like you. I didn't want to say anything while we were roommates because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and I definitely didn't mean for this to happen, I'm sorry. You can totally not like me back and it's fine. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to tell you like this, I just...I like you. A lot."

Shocked into silence for a second, but galvanized by his unnecessary apology, you responded without thinking for once. "Don't say sorry. You don't need to apologize, it's okay. Oh my gosh, I had no idea. I really had no idea. I, uh, I think I like you too? Shit, okay, I thought you were really hot from, like, the day you moved in, and eventually it became more than that but I didn't want to make anything weird because, yeah, we’re roommates, so I pretty much tried to ignore it all year. But then Jin made me realize that you're basically all I think about—or talk to him about, shit, I must have been so annoying—"

"Jin? JIN?" Jungkook grabbed his phone from the side table and wasted no time in blasting off the last meme in his camera roll. You propped yourself up in his arms, both giggling at Jin's quick shot back.

Looking at him now, a big cheesy smile on his face even as he stirred under you, still a little hard, you nodded as if fully understanding for the first time. "Yeah. I like you too."

As he set down his phone and brought his hand around your back again, his smile faded into a smirk. "Wow."

"Yeah...wow," you echoed, nervous and awkward again. You felt your face grow warmer as he looked slowly to your lips, then back up to meet your eyes.

"Can I kiss you?"

Blinking, you shifted your weight back down onto him, bringing your face close enough to hear his intake of breath as your hips brushed his dick. "Can you do more than that?"

"Fuck," he whispered. "Yes."

Jungkook snaked one arm down to your ass and one arm up your back to the nape of your neck, holding you close as he kissed you for the first time, fiercely. He didn't waste another minute hesitating now that he knew you had both wanted this for a year. Passionate but not aggressive, he teased the seam of your mouth with the tip of his tongue and you instantly opened for him, gliding your tongue over his smooth bottom lip as his flicked up to the sensitive roof of your mouth. Squeezing your ass to guide your hips down in small circles against him, he tensed his other hand slightly into your hair and you moaned at the competing sensations. Jungkook broke away to absorb every beautiful noise you made as he discovered you, heavy eyes finding yours before he rolled over to pin you to the bed and bury his face in your neck. He smiled into your skin when you moaned again from the satisfying pressure of his full body over you, and carefully rolled his hips into yours as he covered your jawline in tender kisses. One of your hands carved through his thick hair. As you dug the fingertips of your other hand into his prominent back muscles, you suddenly realized you were both still fully clothed and you really, really did not want him to be. Tugging his t-shirt over his head and throwing it aside, you paused before letting him do the same.

"Wait. Take off your socks. I can't believe I didn't make you do that before any of this. I really just almost had sex with someone wearing toe socks. Kill me," you whined over-dramatically.

"Come on, that would have been hilarious. What a first-time story!" Jungkook said earnestly. "Sure you don't want me to leave them on?"

"Please take them off. Please," you only half-jokingly begged.

"You wanna take 'em off for me?" he teased, wiggling a foot in front of you.

"Fine, whatever it takes!" You flung his sock across the room, reaching for his other foot below the covers to get rid of the other one.

He fell on top of you, giggling again, but as soon as you shut him up with your lips he snapped out of it, eagerly deepening the kiss while his warm hands traveled up under your shirt. Smoothing over the curves of your torso and reaching up to firmly grasp your breasts, he moaned into you and you whined back as his thumbs brushed your hardening nipples. He was incredibly physically precise, each movement graceful yet sharp and intentional. You felt deeply lucky to experience this dimension of him, the most perfect and natural expression of his contradictory nature. Equally loving, giving, overachieving, and sensual—with a side of weird socks and Gen Z meme literacy—that was your Jungkook.

"I can't believe this is happening," Jungkook murmured as he pulled your shirt over your head. "I can't believe I get to see you like this. You're so—ohhh." He trailed off, taking in the fully naked glory of your top half for the first time. His head immediately ducked to your chest, sucking dark bruises into the low-lit hollow of your breasts. You squirmed under his hold on the dip of your waist, whimpering, but the grip of your hands in his shiny black locks let him know you didn't really want him to stop. Grinding against his now rock-hard dick, you eventually couldn't take the friction anymore and reached down to try and pull off both of your pajama pants at the same time. Jungkook just laughed.

He paused to help you out, rolling off of you to take care of his own sweatpants, and you kicked off your pajama pants and underwear as Jungkook slowly let his erection spring free above his waistband. You'd never thought a dick could be pretty before, but it honestly made sense that his would be as perfect as the rest of his body. "Fuck," you swore softly, mouth watering. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, and you scrambled to lick the tip as if on instinct, eliciting a much more emphatic "Fuuuuuck!" from him. He spread his legs to let you crawl between them, holding tenuous eye contact as you smirked at his sensitivity. Teasing a single finger up his shaft, you followed its path with your tongue and he let out a deliciously high, shaky moan.

"Please," Jungkook choked out when you approached him, lips pursed. He praised you breathlessly as you tightened a hand around his length and began to sink down. "You feel so good already. Fuck." Closing your eyes, you hollowed your cheeks to accommodate his generous size and dipped your head, sucking him in as far as you could go. He was so responsive, you learned what he liked quickly, and savored each whimper as you stroked his balls gently or swirled your tongue over his slit. You licked all the way from his head to the base and he cried out. Bringing a hand to the back of your head, he didn't quite hold you down, leaving enough slack for you to move if you wanted to, but you submitted to his touch and stayed a second with nearly his whole length in your mouth. And then you swallowed.

"Stop! Stop, please, or I'll cum." He pulled you off by your hair, bringing your forehead to his as you realigned your bodies. "You're so good for me," he professed warmly. "I wanna be good for you."

"Then fuck me," you surprised him by answering bluntly. "Please, I want you so bad."

Jungkook groaned, arching his hips up against you and coating his dick in your wetness. Bringing himself back under control, he pinned you under his thighs and reached down to open you up with a finger. You felt so much more relaxed with him than you had with any previous boyfriend or hookup, and he slid into your entrance fairly easily. You moaned right away when he brushed his thumb over your clit, and he responded with a muttered "Fuck it, you’re so wet already," pulling his finger out and stroking it up your folds as he lined up.

"You're on the pill, right? For your periods," he confirmed.

"Yeah, of course. You really think I'd let you hit it raw otherwise?" you shot back teasingly, trying to hide how touched you were that he remembered from a few months ago, when he'd driven you to pick up your prescription since your car was in the shop. That was your Jungkook.

"No," he said sheepishly. "You're smart."

You smiled up at him fondly, ruffling his hair. "You're smart too. And sweet. And hot. And your dick is enormous. It's kind of unfair."

"Unfair!" he protested. "How can I be unfair when you're perfect?"

"Perfect? Shut up," you dismissed him. "Now I know you're lying. You cheeseball."

"I'm not lying! You're perfect for me."

"Oh, so you're just a hopeless romantic. Where did that come from? What am I getting into?" you fussed playfully.

"Okay, we can make fun of each other later, like always, but right now can I just get into you?" Jungkook pleaded, directing you back to the task at hand.

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe this, you're worse than Jin. That was actually pretty impressive—" Surprised, you half-laughed, half-admired his wordplay, but were silenced by both his lips and his first few inches gliding into you.

Not yet breaking your kiss, just absorbing your moans into his mouth as he stretched you out, Jungkook eased himself all the way in. He drank in every detail of your body's response to keep careful track of your comfort. You tilted your ass up against him, absorbing the fullness of his big dick immersed in your walls, and he froze. "Pretty impressive?" he whispered.

"Jungkook," you breathed back in pure pleasure, too overwhelmed to sass back.

"Can I move?" he asked sweetly.

"Fuck. Yes."

Jungkook's brows narrowed as his eyes turned darker, and he snapped his hips up into yours once, twice, before setting a fierce pace that had you crying out with each stroke. He hadn't lost touch on your clit the whole time, and he began to circle his fingers to pleasure you there too, building up an almost unbearable tension throughout your whole body.

"Fuck...fuck! Jungkook!" you chanted. His eyes overcame their fluttering to meet yours. Jungkook stilled, then ground down on you in one big, slow, circle, drinking in your blissed-out expression.

"Harder?" he whispered. Jungkook loved a challenge.

"Sure, harder. Why the fuck not," you keened, high-pitched and desperate. He could split you in half at this point, leave you unable to walk for days, and you'd love it.

Jungkook made a small, delighted noise at your eagerness, kissing you quickly before flipping you over and positioning you on all fours, sheathing himself in you again. He ran his hands along your torso to clutch your breasts from underneath, holding himself up against you with solely the strength of his thighs and his core. Pulsing his hips into you carefully, slowly, to let you get used to the deeper angle, his fingertips skimmed your nipples tantalizingly, warming you further. He dropped one hand to prop himself up and slowly traveled the other down to your center. The lustful, elated exhale you let out when he rubbed your clit made him snap his hips forward, tilting you into the bed before you could engage your thighs to push back against his. Your continuous moans encouraged him that you were enjoying this just as much as him, loving how he remained fully attentive to your pleasure while pounding into you to pursue his own high. He fucked you like a high-intensity workout, pushing his unreasonably built body to its limits of speed and strength. You couldn't help wishing you'd taken him up on more of his offers to hit the gym together, but he seemed to get off on your breathlessness, wanting to give you his all and push you past your limits too. His fingers working as quickly as his hips, heat swelled up inside you, and when you felt sure that the tension in your core was about to break, you turned your head to cry out to him.

"Jungkookie, Jungkook—nhngh, I'm gonna cum."

"Ahhhh," he moaned. "Me too, _____. You feel so amazing, ahh—you're so perfect for me." The praise warmed your heart and your core, and soon you came around him with a long, drawn-out whine. He fucked you deep through each spasm, sending you into hot, heady overstimulation as he shuddered and emptied himself into you. When you finally collapsed under him, legs sore and shaking, he pulled out of you gently and lowered his lips to your lower lips with great care. Jungkook meticulously kissed from your swollen clit to your entrance, soft as a whisper, and you breathed out in overwhelmed bliss as his tongue emerged to tenderly nudge every drop of his cum into your opening. The gesture of aftercare, just as soothing as it was inexplicably hot, bloomed an affection within you that almost made your heart hurt. You rolled over, stretching your legs out, and he looked up at you from between them. His hair was a beautifully sweaty mess, and he smiled in sweet satisfaction with your wetness adorning his chin. That was your Jungkook.

"Don't go anywhere," he said softly, kneading your thighs with his hands.

"Well, I have to do the whole pee-after-sex thing. But after that, where would I go? There's only one bed in this apartment now," you couldn't help teasing.

"Hey! If I hadn't given away my bed, none of this would have happened," he complained cutely, pulling himself up to big-spoon you. “Just stay with me.”

"I will. I know," you murmured back. "And I'm so happy you did." You shifted back, closer against him, and he buried his face in your neck.

"You know, I was gonna miss being roommates so much," he said thoughtfully. "But I'm so okay with not being your roommate now if I get to be your...your..." He grinned into your shoulder, suddenly too shy to say it.

You turned to face him, holding his pink cheeks in both of your hands and kissing his nose. Knowing this would be just the first intimate moment of many made you both flush with an easy, sweet joy.

"My Jungkook. You're my Jungkook."

[daydreamingnightowl]

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗚𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀. 𝗝𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼 𝗞𝘂𝗷𝗼 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

notes: ahhhh this is my first work here! i cant get this idea out of my head. i love ocean man so much, he needs a lot of luv 😔

i did some research about the animals mentioned here! still, please correct me if im wrong. heads up: i made Jolyne a natural born stand user for this headcannon (and she's 7 years old here) and the reader is her biological mom

i hope you enjoy this!

warnings: curse words, mention of syringe, spiders, and baby making?

-you, a veterinarian and Jotaro, a marine biologist? you best believe Jolyne would be flexing her parents to her friends all the time

-the day she asked what your jobs were, her eyes lit up like a christmas tree

-oh man, you and Jotaro would go berserk whenever she would have a homework about animals

-it's pretty funny actually, because at one point yall fighting about which animal is the strongest

-Jolyne: mooom, daaad, i have to get this done asap

-when you go to zoos and aquariums, both you and Jotaro would be saying facts about the animals you see

-Jolyne: mom? dad? what's that weird looking fish?

-Jotaro: that's a sunfish

-Jolyne: it's ugly. i'm gonna call it: ugly pancake

-you laughed loud enough to earn weird looks from the people around you

-sometimes you bring her to your clinic!

-you always remind her that when a patient comes in, she should ask the pet owner before touching their pet

-she squirms everytime she sees you with a syringe

-her anti-rabies shots are always updated!

-oh, and her room is decorated with animals and marine life

-you blame Jotaro for it. he started it. he convinced you into decorating it too. Jolyne doesn't mind at all. in fact, she loves it!

-one time during dinner, she suddenly said "mom, dad, i want a tarantula!"

-Jotaro and you werent surprised. her stand is probably the reason why she wants to own one.

-you: Jolyne, are you sure? i think you should wait til your birthday.

-Jolyne: yay! it's my birthday next month!

-you: ᵒʰ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ

-Jotaro: yare yare daze. fine.

-yall ended up getting her a female greenbottle blue tarantula.

-you don't let her touch it too much, as it's still not familiar with its environment. most of the time Jotaro or Star Platinum handles it for her

-speaking of owning pets...

-yes, you all have pets of your own

-you have a (favorite domestic pet)

-Joot has different kinds of fish. he has two 50 gallon aquariums: a saltwater and a freshwater. it's all in your shared home office (that Jolyne frequently visits)

-she does her homework there sometimes

-he keeps Jolyne's drawings in a locked drawer. (don't tease him or talk about it or else he'll get all cute and pout all day)

-Jotaro wanted a pond after you got married but you decided against it since you were already pregnant with Jolyne. gotta make the house kid-safe.

-maybe you wouldn't be so against it when Jolyne is old enough

-(or you know, if yall done making babies)

𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦:

9:32 PM

-Jolyne: (crying)

-you: oh no, babygirl, why are you crying?

-Jotaro: what's wrong? who made you cry i'm gonna beat them up

-Jolyne: my tarantula is missing

-Jotaro: oh

-Jotaro: yare yare. not even a day passes, and she's missing already

-(Star Platinum comes out instantly)

-you: we'll help you find her, okay?

10:36 PM

-you: we can't find her, Jolyne. i'm sorry

-Jotaro: we'll look again tomorrow. go to sleep

-you: we already blocked every opening. she wouldn't be able to get too far from us

-Jolyne: okay :(

-(seeing her sad while going to bed broke your heart)

12:41 AM

-you: goodnight, Jotaro

-Jotaro: night, y/n

-...

-you: Jotaro, cut it out

-Jotaro: huh?

-you: stop tickling my hands, aren't you sleepy?

-Jotaro: but i'm not doing anything

-you: then tell Star Platinum to stop

-Jotaro: he isn't out. what are you talking about?

-you: (opens eyes)

-you: MOTHERFU--

(cue roundabout)

[pjisskullourful]

i am back on my smutfest bullshit & yall can have an extended preview of part3 of stained sheets [which has just been completed & the tom commission will soon be done as well]

unproofread & kinda a gentle start. wordcount of the whole thing is 4.6k

thankyousomuch for your patience while i've been working on these projects & im excited to start sharing the filth

❣️❣️❣️

"I got you something, you can't wear it now 'cause it doesn't even slightly go with your Kim costume. But…"

You helped Damiano out of his gloves, allowing him the use of his hands after you had spent some time photographing his completed Edward Scissorhands costume. The numerous scissors were crafted from cardboard and silver paint - not dangerous or heavy, but cumbersome all the same. He would be dependent upon your help to allow him any regular functionality while you were at Victoria's Halloween Eve party.

You placed the accessories aside while he left for his bedroom. You put your phone down and went to the mirror, fussing with the fringe of your blonde wig. You weren't seeing yourself as a convincing Winona Ryder, but at the very least - you looked different to the person you usually saw looking back at you from the mirror.

He came back into the room, coming into view behind you in the mirror. You turned around, eyes dropping to the Chanel gift box in his hands. You put your hand over your mouth, unwilling to take it at first. You were intimidated just by the thought of this luxury item.

"Are you gonna open it?" He asked. "Or are we gonna stand here and wait 'til Christmas?"

You held your breath as you eased off the lid of the plain white box. Inside was a necklace, gold and shining. There were thick, interlocking bands of gold, the points where the metal overlapped were decorated with diamonds that sparkled in the light.

Instantly you were intimidated, not wanting to touch it - it was so much nicer, worth so much more than any of the plastic chokers you usually decorated your neck with.

"Damiano, this is so… You shouldn't have… I… This is too nice. I've never owned anything designer. This is…"

"Yes, it's designer and it's fancy, but it is also your collar. It's not a necklace or a pretty choker. It's your collar, from your master." He had picked the jewellery up and was moving it about, the shiny gold catching the light. But you were distracted by his eyes, which were watching you closely, making you feel that primal heat in your gut. "It's a gift to thank you for trusting me and also because I love you."

"I love you too."

"You like it?" He put the necklace into your hands. "Do you wanna wear it for me later?"

"Yes Master."

[yandere-flower]

Okay we have entered pre Halloween and I just thought of the most attractive idea and I need to share with the class, WHEW HERE WE GO. Warning: some spoliers for the first scream movie and hella horny thoughts, you've been warned!!! So I have recently been obsessed with Scream and the first scene with the phone call is in my opinion one of the hottest movie scenes in cinematic history and I have been playing it in my head alot SO since Antonio totally fits that 80s/90s slasher aesthetic I was thinking of a scenario where he becomes a masked serial killer to get rid of people around darling (bullies, touchy friends, other romantic interests ect), while simultaneously "helping" darling figure out whats been happening in the town and tracking down the killer. Darling starts crushing on Antonio a bit, but wants to focus on finding out who the killer is cuz it could be anybody. Maybe darling even invites him over for ya know, protection in case the killer pops up, and when darling goes to sleep he uses it as a chance to cope a few feels and hump their back, maybe even uses darling thighs to relieve himself, praising them while also saying super possessive and creepy lines.

I just want to hear Antonio's disguised voice over the phone flirting with me and then saying something like,

Antonio: "I bet you look good in just about anything dollface, those shorts you got on right now especially get me going..."

Darling: "Wait, how do you know im wearing shorts?"

Anotnio: "I have eyes baby, maybe you should use yours to find me. Then we can have some real fun~"

THE CHASE SCENES TOO, Just running around a house tying to avoid a masked killer who you think is gonna kill you only to be caught and pinned down thinking youre gonna get murdered. Only instead of feeling a knife go through your chest you feel two hands grab you roughly and start fondling you while he breathes roughly in your ear AHHHHHH DONT STOP ME NOW

Bonus: Sawyer is also a friend of darlings whose also infatuated with them so he teams up with Antonio and they agree to get rid of everyone so that they can share you. This helps because if, like in the movie, darling starts to have doubts about Antonio and suspects him, Sawyer can pop out in the mask and give darling a harmless little scare or two to prove Antonios "innocence". They also take turns stalking, breaking into darlings home to touch them, chasing them only to fondle, and making calls so that at any time the killer attacks, one of them seems to always be with darling making them look innocent

Imagine the showdown that happens when everything comes to light and darling finally figures it out. Darling is one of the few people left when they confront Antonio and Sawyer. The mystery, the betrayal, THE HORNINESS!!! Augh make it a reality Flo ill pay youuu 😩😫

Thank yall for your time and sorry for the long ask, my period is kicking my ass rn and I had to share with the class this idea that has been swimming in my head all day 😈 I would love to hear feed back or thoughts plz!

The hottest thing about the slasher aesthetic is the deep breathing down your neck, but also the power and control the mask provides. When Antonio has the mask on, he starts feeling more and more unstoppable. Sure, at first it was just about knocking out the competition, but now he can take everyone off the playing field, til it's just you and him. And why stop there, you won't know it's him, so maybe he'll take the chance to cope some feels and molest darlings scared body because whose going to stop him? And maybe, just maybe, Antonio is tired of his own game. Darling won't take the next step with him because apparently, there's a serial killer who might harm them? So why not use to mask to get what he really wants??

[motherjoel]

Leading Lady (Spencer Reid x Reader)

chapter five- multitude of realizations

wc: 3.2k

summary: you realize your true feelings for Spencer

a/n: hope yall like! this is one of my fav chapters haha

chapter index: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4

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As you walked back into your dressing room, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. Sure, there was a murderer after you, but this crush you had on Spencer was honestly just as exhilarating. You had come to terms with the fact that you had a crush on him when you were watching Gilmore Girls earlier on Netflix and he was making commentary on the characters and the books Rory was reading. When he spoke, you were more interested in what he had to say than in the actual show. Although the two of you had only known each other for a couple days, spending all of your time with him had bonded the two of you in a way you hadn’t experienced in months. Once inside the dressing room, you made small talk with your fellow cast members. 

“So, Y/N, when are you and Matt gonna hook up? I’m getting bored, I need a showmance,” said Caroline, the actress who played Fantine.

“Ah, I’m sorry but the Y/N ship has sailed! I’m actually seeing someone now,” you said with a smile, the words feeling genuine.

“Oh my gosh. Spill!” yelled Caroline.

“Well, his name's Spencer,” you shyly told her and the gathering crowd of your female castmates. “He’s staying with me for a little bit while he’s in town, he’s actually here tonight!” you told them as they squealed. 

“We have to be introduced!” Caroline shouted, and you laughed.

“Okay, okay! I’ll point him out to you during mic check but that's all until after rehearsal,” you said with a grin before sitting down at your mirror and beginning the makeup and hair process. 

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After finishing getting ready, you headed out to the stage for mic check. You waited for a couple minutes with the girls, pointing out Spencer for them to gawk at and whisper to each other while he was mindlessly focused on a thick book. As if he felt the prying eyes of your cast, he looked up and shot you a smile and an awkward wave before focusing back on his book. A few minutes later, Matt walked on stage, slightly out of breath and not in his costume. You could overhear him talking to your director, apologizing for his lateness. Once he noticed you he greeted you with a tight smile and walked over to you, the girls whispering on the other side of the stage, still pointing at Spencer.

“So, a boyfriend, huh? Didn’t think our Y/N could pull it off,” Matt said in a teasing way.

“Wow, news gets around here pretty fast,” you replied, looking up again to Spencer at the back of the auditorium to see he was already looking at you. He seemed a little off… you didn't want to assume he was jealous but you were talking to your cute costar so maybe he was just getting a little too deep into his role of boyfriend. Your exchange with Matt was brief, your director wanted to get the show started as soon as possible. Once John called for places, you snuck back around through the lobby to sit with Spencer. You sat down next to him and he greeted you with a smile.

“Hey Spence, sorry that took a little longer than expected, our Marius was a little late,” you explained. You noticed he didn’t reply- he was just looking at you with a goofy smile. “What?” you asked.

“O-oh I’m sorry, it's nothing,” he said, a blush creeping on his face. “It’s just, not many people call me Spence,” he confessed.

“Oh! I’m sorry, did you not want me to call you that? It’s okay I can jus-” he cut you off.

“No! No, it's really fine. I… like it,” he said, looking down and twiddling his thumbs. As the pit orchestra began to play the opening number you settled into your seat with a smile on your face. The two of you watched the first couple songs, Spence occasionally whispering facts about the history of France in your ear and each time he did you smiled and nodded, occasionally asking questions but mostly just basking in the moment. You noticed that you had to go on soon so you excused yourself and ran into the lobby to head back to your dressing room.

Once you got inside you rushed to make sure you were ready to go on. As you frantically checked your makeup and looked for props, Caroline, who’s character had already died, started to talk to you.

“Girl, that boy is in love with you already,” she said, focused on the bag of chips in her lap. This made you stop everything you were doing.

“Im sorry. What?” you asked, not sure if you were hearing her right.

“I said what I said! Let me tell you, while I was trying to die on stage, I kept getting distracted by the two of you being all cute back there! The way he looks at you… i’ll just say, if someone looked at me like that, I wouldn’t let them go,” she said nonchalantly. Obviously she didn’t know that Spencer sharing your feelings was news to you. You couldn’t deny the chemistry, but you thought you were just imagining his lingering glances and soft smiles. It excited you as much as discouraged you, though. Falling for one of the FBI agents in charge of your case just wasn't right! And if he were to reciprocate those feelings, he could get in trouble at work and that was the last thing you wanted. You didn’t have much time to dwell on this, however, because you were about to go on stage.

-

As you acted and sang your heart out, you kept taking glances to see Spencer’s smiling face in the back of the auditorium. As your biggest song, On My Own was coming up, your nerves picked up a little bit- it was your moment alone on the stage and you couldn’t help it. As the opening notes began to play, you took a deep breath and sang.

And now I'm all alone again

Nowhere to go, no one to turn to

Without a home, without a friend

Without a face to say hello to

And now the night is near

and now I can make-believe he's here

You always resonated with these lyrics. You often felt very alone and it was difficult for you to open up to others. That was, until Spencer came along.

On my own, pretending he's beside me

All alone, I walk with him 'til morning

Without him, I feel his arms around me

And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me

When you and Logan, your ex that you used to live with, broke up, you felt really hopeless. You tried not to let a man decide your happiness, but the two of you were long term and he had helped you through your father's passing. When he moved out, every waking moment was spent missing him.

And I know, it's only in my mind

That I'm talking to myself, and not to him

And although, I know that he is blind

Still I say there's a way for us

There was no way that someone like Spencer liked you. You didn’t feel worthy of it. You didn’t think you deserved to be loved, much less even liked, but even you couldn’t deny that there was chemistry

I love him, but when the night is over

He is gone, the river's just a river

Without him, the world around me changes

The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers

That feeling of comfort that you had grown accustomed to around Logan returned when Spencer started to sleep on your couch. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but this wasn’t that. It was an opportunity for a deep connection, something that you wanted to build on. Not some cringey story about mommy and daddy meeting eyes across the room and falling right then and there. Sure, Spencer was pretty much just your type looks-wise, but when you talked to him you just appreciated him as a person.

I love him, but every day I'm learning

All my life, I've only been pretending

Without me, his world will go on turning

The world is full of happiness that I have never known

 You were over Logan. You didn’t realize until now that you had been sulking the past few months because of him, but there was a new light in your life. As you began to sing the last few lines, you made direct eye contact with Spencer, tears brimming in your eyes. These tears were real, caused by a multitude of realizations. 

I love him

I love him

I love him

But only on my own

Shit. You really liked him.

-

After what felt like years, you had changed back into your clothes and took off your makeup, anxious to see Spencer and to hear his opinion on the show. You were trying to slyly sneak out of the dressing room before Caroline grabbed your shoulder and whipped you around. You sighed, knowing what was about to happen.

“You’re not getting off this easy! You said I could meet your new beau and I'm not leaving until I do!” she said with a smirk. You sighed, anxious at this being the first time you and Spencer really have to put on an act as “lovers”.

“Fine fine, just come on,” you sighed, leading her to the lobby where Spencer was waiting with his book in his hand, facing the opposite direction and talking to someone. Talking to… Matt. Oh jeez. You picked up your pace so you could greet Spencer, tapping him on the shoulder. He whipped around and when he saw you, his face broke into a joyful smile.

“Hey! You were amazing!” he exclaimed as he pulled you into a hug, genuinely excited. This surprised you but it didn’t take long to melt into it. Matt cleared his throat next to you and you let Spence go with a blush.

“Sorry. Spencer, this is Caroline. She plays Fantine,” you introduced the two. Spencer waved hello, not making a move to shake her hand. You wondered why, but you ignored it. 

“You were really great too!” he told her.

“Thank you! So, this is the famous Spencer, huh? Y/N was telling us all of the hot goss about you two,” she said with a smirk.

“Hot goss?” Spencer said with an inquisitive look, you elbowed Caroline in the ribs.

“Uh, anyways we should get going,” you said, trying to usher Spencer out the door.

“Hey hey hey, not so fast!” said Matt, you cursed at him under your breath. “Our Y/N finally gets a boyfriend and we don’t even get to see them kiss?” he asks, a bit of a harsh edge to his voice. You didn’t think he was mad or jealous at first but this behavior was a little weird.

“Now why do we need to do that?” you asked with a harsh tone, Spencer tensing up beside you. You felt bad that he was in this position.

“I mean.... I kinda wanna see it too…” said Caroline, you elbowed her again. Spencer leaned down next to your ear.

“Y/N, it's okay. Kissing is actually safer than giving someone a handshake, the amount of pathogens that pass is staggering,” he whispered. This spouting of facts only made you want to kiss him more, but you really didn’t want to make him feel weird.  

You sighed and turned to face Spencer, placing a hand on his cheek as he leaned down. You felt really guilty, you couldn’t believe that your first kiss with Spencer wasn’t even real or voluntary, but you didn’t want to seem suspicious. He closed the final inches between you two and you both shut your eyes, savoring the few moments your lips were together. He melted under your touch and it seemed like the world stopped spinning for a few seconds. You pulled away and looked him in the eyes, a soft smile on his lips as he straightened out. You had a goofy smile too before realizing your anger for the two dummies next to you.

“Happy?” you asked them harshly before grabbing his hand and leading him into the cool outdoors. No matter the temperature outside, your face was burning.

“I am soooo sorry, they're so annoying and i jus-,” you begin to profusely apologize before he cuts you off.

“Y/N, it's okay! R-really. I knew that pretending to be your boyfriend might lead to something like this,” he reassured you, slightly nervously. You sighed in relief and the two of you silently began your walk home, both trying to hide the smiles creeping on your faces.

-

You unlocked your door while laughing at a joke Spencer was telling about existentialists and lightbulbs. Honestly, it kinda went over your head but his pure joy after telling the punchline was enough to make you smile. 

“Thanks,” he said, looking down. You were confused.

“For what?” you said, still smiling at his joke.

“For laughing at my joke. The last time I told it, all I got was silence and looks of confusion,” he said, embarrassed. “B-but, if it makes you laugh, I know it's good,” he said, more quietly. Your heart could burst.

“Well, no problem. And, hey, if this whole FBI thing doesn’t work out, at least you know you have a career in comedy!” you joked, and he laughed, accidentally knocking your script off the table. The two of you bent down to get it at the same time, hands brushing. You apologized to each other and laughed it off, before Spencer just grabbed it. You both stood up as he placed it on the table. You stood in silence for a minute, both contemplating that moment, but it didn’t last for long once you heard the familiar sound of Spencer’s phone ringing. 

“What's going on Morgan?” he asked after picking up his phone. As he listened to Morgan talk, you could tell that he wasn’t saying ‘Great news Reid! We caught the crazy guy! Now go sweep Y/N off her feet!.’ In fact, as Spencer’s face fell, you could tell it was the exact opposite. He hung up the phone and began pacing around your small apartment.

“What is it, what's going on?” you asked, panic rising as you followed his pacing. 

“There's been another victim. I need to get down to the station, it's pretty late so I can try to get someone to stay here with you, let me just ca-” you cut him off.

“I don’t mind coming with you to the station, I might be able to help,” you offered, already grabbing your purse.

“Are you sure? We might be there for a while,” he warned. 

“As long as you guys have a coffee machine, i'll be golden,” you smiled, despite the situation. He nodded and grabbed his messenger bag filled with files and stormed out the door, you followed him down to the car. Wordlessly, he hopped into the driver's seat, you in the passengers and the two of you sped off to the station.

-

You entered the station and were greeted with the expected hustle and bustle. You were glad for some familiar faces, though. Morgan walked over to greet you two, looking surprised but glad to see that you had come along too.

“Hey guys. Good to see you, Y/N,” Morgan said, resting a hand on your shoulder. You felt Spence stiffen besides you, but you brushed it off. “Reid, Hotch needs you to look at some crime scene photos with him and Prentiss. Y/N, would it be okay if you talked with JJ and Garcia on video chat in the break room? She’s gonna do some background checks on anybody you came into contact with recently. We’ve looked at everything, we’re willing to do anything at this point,” he said, seemingly desperate. 

“Of course, anything to help,” you smiled, waving goodbye to Spencer before heading to the break room where JJ was talking with Garcia already on video chat.

“Well there's our favorite thespian!” said Garcia through the screen, you could hear her smile.

“Hey Pen,” you laughed and sat down across from JJ. 

“How was your rehearsal?” JJ asked. You couldn’t help but smile, thinking about your “exchange” with Spencer.

“It was… good. Really good,” you told them, honestly.

“Hmmm.., it seems like there's something you're not telling us,” hinted Penelope. It was incredible how these people could so easily read you already, and Pen wasn’t even a profiler. You had felt immediately connected to them, though, so you didn’t mind it.

“Ugh, okay. Don’t freak out, or at least let me explain before you freak out, but… Spence and I… kissed,” you confessed. JJ looked shocked, Garcia was already begging for details.

“Listen! It was because of the cover we have going, I told my castmates that he was my boyfriend and this one guy basically demanded that we kiss and I didn’t wanna seem suspicious, so…” you trailed off. JJ’s surprised face morphed into a big smile. 

“Um, okay! First of all, kinda icky that that guy forced you to kiss, but besides that… how was it?!” Garcia asked, with even more energy if possible.

“I don’t know! It was… just for the cover. But, it was nice,” you blushed and the girls squealed. You continued, “I don’t know, Spencer’s just really great and I've only known him a couple days. I felt bad that he had to kiss me,” you confessed, still feeling a little guilty.

“I’m sure he didn’t mind the kiss from a pretty girl, especially if it was you,” said JJ.

“What do you mean, especially if it was me?” you asked, and JJ looked like she didn’t mean to say that.

“Ugh, okay I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I have a feeling Spence is crushing on you,” JJ told you, your mouth was agape. 

“Y/N how could he not! You’re gorg, talented, and a damsel in distress! I mean you're a strong independent woman who doesn’t need a man, but guys go nuts for that savior stuff,” Garcia explained and you laughed.

“I guess that's good,” you said, your smile faltering slightly. “It’s not like we can really do anything about it, though. I mean, wouldn’t he get in trouble or something?” you asked.

“Maybe, but we’re always rooting for his happiness, and you might be it. We wouldn’t want to get in the way of that,” JJ said, sweetly. You had to take a minute to process this. Once you had, you decided to move on to the background checks, forgoing the gossip for now. 

-

The background checks had taken a couple hours, especially because of the occasional gossip break, but everyone you mentioned seemed to be clean. Exhausted, you found an empty desk and curled up onto the chair, resting your head in your arms on the desk. You were drifting off to sleep, almost unconscious when you felt the warmth of a sweater on your back and a kiss on your head.

-

taglist: @mcntsee, @diesinspanishbcimhispanic, @chickens-are-life, @rexorangecouny, @ceeellewrites​

[imaginethathaikyuu]

How did I find your blog? I was looking for soft Kuroo content on google. And your soft birthday hc’s for him came up. And that’s also how I found tumblr

What was the first story of yours that I read? That Kuroo piece ^

Roughly, how long have I been following this blog? Well I found that piece shortly after it was posted so…. Around the beginning of December 2019 I think. Got a tumblr a few months later and you were the first person I followed (had you in my bookmarks bar before that! (still have you in my bookmarks bar and when I share my screen in classes there are occasionally questions. I ignore them))

What’s something I’ve noticed about you personality wise? You’re really clever and funny. But you’re also sweet. But because you’re clever you have no hesitation in setting up and enforcing your boundaries, and I really admire that strength and confidence.

Have we ever interacted, either by PM, ask, or in the comments? What was my perception of you? YES!!! PM, SOOOOO many asks, comments, and you sent me an ask. And reblogged it. And I cried. A lot. My perception: you’re lovely and I want to h*ld your h*nd ….please.

What’s my favorite story of yours? Oh how to choose. Firstly, I’m a nb, biracial, bisexual. Honey, I’ve never made a choice in my life. But let’s try here. Anything you’ve written for Tsukki. Literally all of it is gold. Fight me. I was going to write “especially [piece title]” but I LITERALLY CANNOT CHOOSE ONE. Your Bokuto nightmare piece. Your Kuroo angsty fight. Your Tendou dealing with S/O with parents who yell piece. Your Kinktobers. Your Futakuchi and Mattsun pieces. And your Terushima pieces. Ugh. I CANNOT CHOOSE. OH AND YOUR STREAMER KENMA!!!!!! OKay just… all of it. I can’t choose. I tried, and I failed, and I’m willing to admit failure.

What’s a story I’d love to see you write? I don’t want to say this… because it hurts me… but I just KNOW you’d write brilliant angst. Some of my fav pieces of yours are pained beginnings with happy endings. That fight with Tsukki after a bad day at work. The pieces I mentioned above (nightmare pieces and fighting pieces and angsty home life ha.. ha.ha.ha.). That Oikawa one where the reader wakes up in bed without him and thinks he left. You write these gorgeous atmospheres and descriptive, visceral feelings, and if you chose to use it for evil…. You could get evil shit done. You’re SO powerful. So I want to read it… but also…. I don’t. I’d love to see you write ABO like you mentioned a while back or just see you explore a cutesy soulmate AU or something. I think you’d be really good at writing an AU where you hear what the other person’s listening too. I feel like you’d be so good at making me feel something for someone who was in another city. (think this would be cute with Tsukki cos he’s headphones boy, OR terushima because I like the dynamic of someone flirty, who clearly cares about looks, falling for someone he can’t see) ANYWAY….

Favorite pairing you write for?/fav reader insert? Tsukishima x reader. It’s my fav self-ship. (but also Mattsun, Bokuto, Oikawa, Tanaka, and Akaashi because you write them SO WELL!!!!)

Have any of your stories helped me through a hard time? Of course. Your self-harm piece came at a time I needed it. Iwaizumi’s in particular saved my life. But also your Tendou dealing with S/O parents who fight… came right when I needed it. Also starting college… was hard.. And reading and rereading your fluff really pulled me through it.

Have any of your stories hit closer to home? YES (see above).

Do I genuinely like your blog, it’s aesthetic or posts? It’s overall feel? It’s content? Yes. The aesthetic is, ngl, a wee bit basic. But I kinda love that. And the feel? It feels like home. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Your blog is my safe space. So, yes, I love. It’s content? YES. OF COURSE. Your personality probably could have kept me here even if your content was kinda shit, but I follow you RELIGIOUSLY because of your content. So yes. I adore.

Is English my first language? Kinda??? I grew up in a trilingual household so I kinda learned three languages at the same time while growing up. But no, I don’t need to translate it in my head. Because English was one of the three.

Anything I want to share? Yes. Please keep being kind to yourself, caring for your mental health, enforcing your boundaries, loving Akaashi, and just generally being you. You’re so lovely as you are, and I hope you continue grow, but never change. Also I’m sorry about all your work stuff…. It literally makes me feel sick. And I hope you find a job where that’s not tolerated, or that your work finds a better way of protecting it’s employees. I know you know this, but none of it is your fault. I just hope things improve. AND I love you… a lot. And I’m so proud of you hitting 9K and you deserve so many more followers because your pieces are just... GORGEOUS. I can’t wait until I’m at Barnes and Noble in a few years and I can pick up a hardback copy of your debut novel. I’m so excited to say “I knew Em Akaashi (which is your legal name as far as I’m concerned) before she was so popular among the masses.”

so ive been trying to figure out the correct and worthy way to reply to this ask since the moment i got it......because its so fucking sweet and kind and amazing and pure and perfect and i just dont know how to use WORDS to explain the way it makes me feel so.......i will just reply in bullet points in regards to every question u answered to make it a lil easier :D

- the fact that u found my blog on google ....... like this may be odd and a very specific thing but before i made this blog i always hoped that 1 day my fanfic would pop up in google searches bc thats ALWAYS how i found fics when i was reading them religiously and i felt so much ENVY!!!!! LIKE I WANTED TO BE THERE I WANTED MY FICS TO B POPULAR ENOUGH TO POP UP ON GOOGLE.....that may sound very selfish but its true......so thats just very cool to me... :]

- u’ve been here for so long omg 🥺🥺🥺🥺 if anyone in ur classes ever asks jus promo my blog like its nbd 

- thats so sweet what 🥺🥺🥺 i try my best to advocate for myself and be confident for myself.....ive spent far too much of my time being silently uncomfortable because i was afraid of pushing someone’s buttons seeming rude.....but NO MORE!!!! i know what upsets me, i know my triggers, i know what i dislike experiencing, and im never gonna let myself be anxious or uncomfortable for someone else’s sake, esp if theyre being rude 2 me. i would say its less strength and confidence and moreso me attempting to take control of my anxiety in the places i can (aka on the Internet) bc i am SICK OF ANXIETY ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

- BBY no dont CRY!!!! im racking my brain trying to think of who u are i wanna know so bad so i can thank u personally for being the kindest person in the world n so i can send u more asks >:(........MY HAND IS URS TO HOLD!!!!! dont tell akaashi tho 

- OMG my TSUKKI pieces.....hes so hard to write why ;-; thank u so much im so glad u enjoy my works<3333

- NOT ANGST NOT LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!! pained beginnings to happy endings are my specialty.....IMAGINE me writing a sad ending like i CANT!!!!!!!!! ive only done it a few times and it is so Difficult.....YALL ARE SO LUCKY IM NOT EVIL!!!!!! ive had this idea for an angsty akaashi fic that i think about and write in my head every night before falling asleep and it Hurts and i wanna write it but i also can’t make myself :D ABO would be very fun but i genuinely do not know how to explore the concept while making it feel like it’s Written By Me.....u know what i mean? same with soulmate aus, i really dislike writing them because theyre just boring to me like they all feel the same everything’s been done for them.....which is FINE!!! but i write enough cliche stuff as it is HAHA, a long distance type soulmate au could be fun and interesting but ldr’s trigger me bc of a past relationship so </3 but hey maybe someone else could use the idea!!!!!

- gotta love tsukishima <3

- im rlly glad my writing could be there for you friend, one of the biggest reasons i write fanfic (and write the kind of fics i write) is bc i know firsthand how much reading sweet stories abt ur comfort characters can help u through the shittiest times - i just wanna offer ppl some support and happy feelings and love cuz sometimes fanfic is the only time we can find those things (and theres nothing shameful abt that either if anyone bullies u for reading fanfic i will fight them)

- I KNOW MY LAYOUT IS LAZY AND BASIC AS FUCK AND THAT IS BECAUSE I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT LMAOOOO so im glad u think its ok...... like i dont have the patience to create a fancy ass layout that actually works are u KIDDING ME??????? I COULD LITERALLY NEVER plus i kinda like that its just the basic kinda ugly boring default layout like it makes it simple and easy and i feel like it brings focus to the only thing on this blog that i care about which is my writing, i rlly only care about the content here and not aesthetics jdbljdabsdk that blue background will be there til i Die......i adore u more btw 

- WHOA trilingual what the hell ur so cool tell me more 

- you have my word, friend, that i will continue to do all of that so long as you do the same. take care of yourself, be kind to yourself - i know u can do it, ur so kind to others and u deserve to be kind to urself, too so this is the part that genuinely brought me to tears because *sappy dumb shit ahead* ok look ever since i can remember the one and only thing ive wanted to do with my life is become an author ...... dreams of book covers with my name written on them and words in pages written by me and fanart of my characters and going into my local bookstore n seeing my book there....these thoughts all haunt my fucking brain because i want it SO BAD!!!!!!!! so bad that it makes me CRY!!!!!!!! ive never wanted something more and just!!!!!!!!!!!! idk how much u meant that part but holy fuck!!!!!! i hope so bad that one day i can send u a free copy of my book as a thank u for being the person u are. u have all my love friend, every last bit of it <333333333

[eddieismypimp]

Snuck in

Summary: You and Oscar go on a really cute date and have a wonderful day. Then y'all come home and find out that your daughter snuck her boyfriend in while yall were gone and the whole vibe is ruined. Warnings:  DRAMATIC ASF FOR NO REASON, cussing, a little violence but its not terrible, also, this story is gonna be kind of long because I can't control myself when it comes to writing and it takes me nine years to settle on an ending. A/N (PLEASE READ): before I start the story I just wanna say, in NO way do I condone violence, this story idea has been in my head for a while and I have no idea why but I needed to write it. I'm scared to post this because it's absolute trash and I have anxiety. If you dont like this type of story I am truly very sorry. Also, thank you for the people that are supporting me and liking my stuff. You guys are wonderful and I hope you have a great, non-boring quarantine. <3 p.s. please don't bash me, I'm not the best writer.

I was laying on my bed, scrolling through insta when my husband walked into the bedroom. "Hi baby." I said smiling up at him. "Hi beautiful." He got on the bed and started kissing my face. "You should get ready soon hermosa." He said kissing my neck. " I have plans for us today." "Aw really? What are we doing?" I asked with a smile. "That's a surpirse, dress comfortable though." He said smiling and getting up walking back out the room. I smiled to myself. He's literally so cute. Everyone thinks he's so tough but hes the biggest teddy bear. He's my squishy. I giggled at that thought. I really hope its a date. We haven't went on a proper date in like two years and I was DYING for some romance. I went to me and Oscar's shared closet. I rummaged through it for about 15 minutes before I just decided on a black floral dress that was flowy and comfortable. I walked to the bathroom and decided to take a quick shower.    -Time skip because I'm fucking lazy- After I got out of the shower, I brushed my teeth, moisturized my hair, put lotion on and all that good stuff before I got dressed. When I was finished with all of that, I slipped on some black sandals to finish the look. I grabbed my phone and my little purse and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Oscar and Cesar were sitting at the table talking. Oscar had a mean look on his face as usual but when he saw me he smiled. I smiled back. I got my glass of water and walked towards the table to take a seat. As soon as I sat down, our daughter Mariposa walked in. (side note, I'm sorry if anyone has this name or has used this name or something I just think its beautiful) " Hi mami, hi papi" She said kissing me and Oscar's cheek. "Hi my baby." I said smiling at her. "Hi princesa." Oscar said to her before going back to talking to her tio. She came over to me. "Mama, when are you and papa leaving?" She asked me. "I'm not sure my darling" I asked her. "Why?" "You got plans or something?" Oscar chimed in. She looked at him. "No papi." She said a little to quickly which was a little suspicous but I brushed it off. He looked at her with one eyebrow raised. "I'm just gonna miss you guys thats all." She said with a pout. I absolutely melted. Even tho she's fifteen, she's still my little baby. "Awww." I said pulling her into a hug and kissing her forehead. Oscar chcukled. "We'll be back soon mi corazon. And when we come back, we can watch movies and eat snacks." He said standing up to kiss her forehead. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the chair. "You ready hermosa?" He asked me. "Yes," I said smiling. "Bye baby." I said to my daughter kissing her head. "Bye guys, be careful and have fun." She waved at us. Me and Oscar got in his car. "We're gonna gave a great day baby , are you ready for this?" He asked looking at me. "I was born ready." We both laughed.  "So, where are we going? I asked him. "That's a surprise baby." He said as he started driving to an unknown location. I shook my head and giggled.  -another time skip - We pulled up to some place that looked like a flower shop. I looked at Oscar with a smile, he knew I loved flowers. He got out of the car and I followed. He grabbed my hand and we walked in. The workers greeted us as I looked at all the pretty flowers. "Come on hermosa" Oscar said pulling me towards a door that lead to the back of the store. "I want you to see something." I just allowed him to pull me desperate to see what he wanted to show me. He opened the door and I was in absolute SHOCK!  My jaw dropped. It was so pretty. There was a little table with two chairs, some candles, and two silver platters covered up. There was a huge umberella covering the table with fairy lights hanging off of it above us. In the background there was a huge feild filled with a plethora of flowers. It was absolutley breathtaking. "Do you like it?" He asked me looking at me with hopeful eyes. I started tearing up. "Oh mamita don't cry." he said taking my face in his hands and kissing my cheek. "You set all this up" I asked "For me?" "Of course I did baby" He said "You're my world and I would do anything for you." "This is so perfect Oscar" I said wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his chest. "It's beautiful." "Anything for you baby" He said grabbing my hand and kissing it. "Let's go sit down." He pulled me towards the table and pulled my chair out for me. I sat down and he pushed the chair towards the table  little. Then he sat down opposite of me. "This is amazing Oscar." I said with a smile. He just smiled back at me. -ANOTHER time skip, dont hate me- After we finished eating our dinner and talking, we decided to go on a walk through the feilds and pick some flowers. He took some pictures of me and I took some pictures of him. It was truly an amzaing day. We started the walk back to the car. "Oscar... thank you for today. It was truly amazing and I'm glad I have you in my life. I said grabbing his hands and looking in his eyes. "I'm glad I have you too baby, I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you or Mariposa." He kissed me. We got in the car and I put my head on his shoulder while he drove home.   -at home- We got out of the car hand in hand. Happy about how today turned out. I dont know about Oscar but I was ready to cuddle with my loves and watch disney movies. We walked in and Oscar let go of my hand almsot immediately. I gasped. We both froze. My daughter was on some guys lap and they were making out. I looked at Oscar because I knew he was about to flip. The guy pushed Mariposa off of him and onto the couch. Mariposa looked actually petrified. I was very upset. Before I could even react, Oscar charged at the poor boy and started punvhing him. I ran over. Mariposa was begging him to stop. "Oscar, oscar please stop." I said trying to grab his arm. He pushed my arms away and continued to hit the boy. "Oscar!" I yelled one last time and he finally stopped. Oscar was livid, Mariposa was crying, I was freaked out, and that poor boy was bloodied and bruised. "Oscar, oscar come on" I said grabbing his face in my hands. "Look at me, it's gonna be okay, I promise." I tried to reason with him but he was still mad. He looked at the boy who was trying to pick himself up off the floor with Mariposa's help. "Get him the fuck out of my house." He said through clenched teeth. The boy finally got up off the floor and walked out the door. Oscar looked at Mariposa who was just standing there crying. "Give me your phone and go to your room. He said with a stern look. "You're grounded from now for til college." (if you get this ily) She handed him her phone and went to her room. "Oscar... I get you're mad baby and I'm VERY upset myself but you didn't have to beat him up like that right in front of her...." I said caressing his cheeks. "My poor baby was terrified oscar." I frowned. "She disrespected me y/n. She disrespected both of us.." He paused. "I can't just let that shit slide because then she'll think that she can get away with anything." "I totally get that oscar, I'm her parent too and I know she needs discipline", "but I'm just saying that was a lttle extreme..." "I know.... I couldn't control myself" He said looking down at his brusied and bloody knuckles. "It's okay baby." I took his hands in mine careful not to hurt him. "Go wait for me in bathroom" "I'm gonna go talk to Mariposa and then I'll come clean you up." I said kissing his cheek. He walked to the bathroom as I walked to my daughters room. I heard her crying. I knocked. "Posie, it's just me baby." I said opening her door. She had her face in her pillows crying. "Aww come here my baby." I said sitting down on her bed and bringing her into my arms. "I hate him mama." She cried. "Now now, don't say that. Your papa only wants whats best for you" I said as I rubbed her head to try and soothe her. "I know, what just happened was very scary and traumatizing for you but you have to understand that you are still your papa's little girl even if you are growing up" I said pouting. "You know your father would do anything to protect you and seeing you with that boy really freaked him out and brought him to the reality that you're getting older.....You can't be mad at him for loving you baby" I said putting my hands on her cheeks." Don't get me wrong, I am very upset and disappointed too but I understand. I did the same thing with your dad when I was your age, I just didnt get caught" I said. She giggled at that. I smiled. "Theres my happy girl" I said as I kissed the top of her head. "Now, I want you to go apologize to your dad." She nodded her head. "Okay mama." "You're still grounded though." I said standing up and following her out of her bedroom. She slowly stalked to bathroom where Oscar was. She peaked her head in. Oscar was looking at his hands. "Papa..." Her voice was barely a whisper and I don't even know how Oscar heard her. He looked up at her. She started tearing up again. "I'm really sorry.." She said full on crying now. Oscar sighed. "Come here bebita." Oscar said motioning to go over to him with his hand. She sowly walked over to him and immediately fell into his embrace. "I'm sorry I freaked out like that princesa. He said rubbing her head. "You're my little girl, and seeing you with that boy.. something inside me snapped." "I understand papi...I'm really sorry I did that and I promise I'll never do it again." she said looking up at him. "It's okay baby...now go to your room, me and your mama will make dinner for you." He said kissing her temple. "Okay, papa" She said walking over to me. She gave me a hug. "I love you mama." "I love you too baby."                                                              the end.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐰𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ♡

a = attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)

he finds attractive your whole self –the way you speak, the way you smile when you hear a joke, the way you grab out a piece of chips to eat it… typically your little features, because they are inconspicuous and tiny, but once wyatt explores one of them, he never gonna get enough from you.

b = baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)

now don’t, sorry uwu sure as hell. but later, when you two lived out your youths… yeah, definitely.

c = cuddle (how do they cuddle?)

arms hooked around you, his chin on the top of your head. when you two sleep, he drops one of his legs over you, reassuring that you won’t escape from him, not even to go to the toilet.

d = dates (what are dates with them like?)

literally the best dates –he wants to show you so many things, like skateboarding at night with light strips on your board, drinking smoothies and coke on the rooftop of your house. he often likes to call his friends too, only to show him that you, this intelligent, fluffy and lovely girl is his girlfriend.

if you want to go somewhere directly, just show him a way –he’s always ready to spend qualitative time with you.

e = everything (you are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

„you are my pocket-warmer on the snowiest day of the year when we play around outside.”

f = feelings (when did they know they were in love?)

when you two were on the set of ‘it’, on the field (from the last scene) you two just sit after the tiring day. he bought two sandwiches and one thermos for the two of you, laying his head on your lap. he looked up to the rose sky, while you picked up a little yellow flower, placing in his curly, adorable hair, saying “that’s it, no you're the most perfect boy.” grabbing your hand, kissing it gently, he only said “i’m just trying”, heart full with love for you. 

g = gentle (are they gentle? if so, how?)

if there was a description for the concept “gentleness”, he would be the picture for the precedent-picture. giving you his hoodie when it’s cold or you’re tired, braiding your hair, helping you wipe off your makeup, just like the perfect gentleman he is. but other than that, he always ready to snuggling with you, or patting you while laying on his bed, watching your favorite movie ‘til sleeping. 

h = hands (how do they like to hold hands?)

only if he feels insecure, he wants to curl his fingers around yours, don’t caring about who’s staring at you. when he holds your hand, feels like he have now a lifeline (that’s very important to him, so just hold his hand whenever you want, and yo gonna get a very happy wyatt.)

i = impression (what was their first impression?)

when you came with sophia to the set, you were talking and joking with her –even if you had the fear of the first meetings. you two found a dog, patting and playing with him , slowly opening up to everybody, watching your very lovely personality.

j = jealousy (do they get jealous?)

he don’t jealous in his nature, but when another guy sits beside you, he always watching his hands and his eyes, and if they go somewhere he don’t like, he thinks that that’s the end of the pity party. but normally, he always looks after you, trying to have a seat int he near of –or beside- you.

k = kiss (how do they kiss? who initiated the first kiss?)

wyatt’s kisses are always full of love, never too sloppy, never too rough or intrusive –only if you want to, but when you’re ask him for the nasty things, he would do it, but only with paying attention. he never want to ruin you  or rip the confidence and sense of security –you are his little doll, who needs to be taken care for.

wyatt kissed you first on the set of ‘it’, before a shooting, you sat behind him and started to ruffle his hair, trying to get even fuzzier and fuzzier, he suddenly grabbed your hands, turned around and pulled you closer to a hug, then you turned your head to his hide, looking into his eyes, slowly kissing each other in the warmness of his presence. 

l = love (who says ‘i love you’ first?)

 right atfer your first kiss, he stroked your cheeks, just as you his curly locks, tucking you in his arms, chin on the top of your head, closing his eyes as you sat in his lap. 

“you don’t need to prepare?” you whispered, the hair on the crown of your head tickling his neck. that’s the perfect moment, come on. 

“no, because i love you.”

m = memory (what’s their favourite memory together?)

when you went out to one sleepover at summer, he covered the big trampoline (in the garden) with blankets and pillows, bringing some snack too. laying at night, staring at the stars while talking or listening to the calm music from his phone, talking about sweet nothings –once he did this, he always gonna want to do, again and again.

n = nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)

he always tries to, giving you the t-shirt or the shoes what you want the most on your birthday, buying you candy or chocolate bar if you’re in a bad mood, sparing his money to the concert of your favoruite concert –have i told you that he tries everything, when he see a chance? because damn, he always tries his best. and he’s super good at it, please protect my baby )):

o = orange (what colour reminds them of their other half?)

to him, you are pink. the color of happiness, the color of the baby and the gentle angel who you really are.

p = pet names (what pet names do they use?)

babylove –the most common. when you two were at one sleepover at jaeden, he grabbed a bag of chips while began to going upstairs. he saw as you picked out the best snack for the movie. „are you coming, babylove?” you turned around, giving him the sweetest smile ever, he was sure that he’s gonna call you again and again like this. between cuddles, at the shooting, sitting beside you while he’s sick and you try to take care of him –always the right spots, sugar.

marshmallow –he teases you with this one, ruffling your hair inhe morning while you’re in one of his hoodies, giving you a warm hug while stroking your sleep-aching back. your cheeks and eyes are puffy from the deep slumber, you reminds him to the marshmallow he ate last week –squishy, melty in the hands, and otherwise ultra-adorable.

doll, honey, baby, my tiny french potato –whatever name that cute and reminds him of you.

q = quaint (what is their favourite non-modern thing?)

his old comic books –he always ready to grab out ont he lazy afternoons, with a bottle of coke and a little nachos.

r = rainy day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

absolutely his favourite days –nothing has to do, just snuggling between soft blankets and pillows, sleepily listening to the raindrops ont he window –even better when it’s with you.

s = sad (how do they cheer themselves/others up?)

he don’t want you to see him sad –tries to handle on his own, but when he’s failing, you’re always with him to give him the protecting arms he needs. when you’re sad, he searches your favourite memes, and try to make pancakes –even if it’s end up with the easiest cup noodles.

t = talking (what do they like to talk about?)

with you, everything and anything.  but mostly, he likes to share his shower-thoughts with you. when he wants you attention, he begin to tease you with them.

„y/n, have you ever thought about that if we’re voluming something up, it’s like zooming in but with sound? or… have you every thought about if two mind readers are reading each other’s mind, whose mind are they reading? ah, wait! have y-”

„stan, please, not in the middle of my own shower-thoughts. buta s far as we go, have you ever thought about that everything in this universe is either pizza or not pizza?”

„…i love you so much, sweet potato.”

u = unencumbered (what helps them relax?)

speaking, bragging, bitching –saying out loud his problems helps him a lot, you don’t even need to answer him. just the presence of you, the consciousness that you are with him and he can share his problems, his thoughts –especially with you- gives him a calming media.

v = vaunt (what do they like to show off? what are they proud of?)

he’s just porud that you and him can trust each others, can lean on each other –literally, you and him are the strongest couple int he are, and he’s just really proud of it. he don’t like to show off, as long as nobody wants to stand between the two of you.

w = wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)

later, he wants to propose to you on a quiet, calmy morning, warm bodies pressed against each other. wyatt forces him to sit up, lingering to the night stand, kissing you for wake up. you are very sleepy, but surprised as well –but when he see the little dimple in the corner of your mouth, he knows that he was always ready to ask you that four words, from the moment when the two of you met.

x = xylophone (what’s their song?)

hundred miles – yall ft. gabriela richardson

„it’s our time to go,

dance with me one more time.”

y = yes (do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

of course, honeycake, he only needs some time for knowing you well, spend the best youth with you –to pamper you well and make some many fantastic memories with you.

z = zebra (if they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

he don’t interested very much in a pet, but if you gets the idea –or have already a cute little dog or cat, or even raccoon-, he have the curiosity and spirit to have a little third person int he household.

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 <𝟹 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚋 ^^

[greylunar]

hi tal!! i’d genuinely call you one of my favorite ppl on the planet ☺️ so i’m a bit nervous reaching out to you again, but i’ve been listening to a lot more sleeping at last recently, which has brought me back to your uquiz. i listened to 4 on enneagram and felt a similar sense of being “known” as i did when i took your quiz & got ravenclaw. so i was wondering, is there a big correlation between your enneagram & your house? i’d assume there would be! (ty for millions of things!! bye! 💕)

Hello Madi!!! I super hope that I just haven’t gotten to your first ask yet, and that it didn’t just get lost somewhere in the interspace, since you seem absolutely lovely and I would hate to make you nervous even a little bit about anything, but especially about me not answering an ask. I’m,,, very bad at social media and the internet, in general, hehe and so I’ve been answering asks fairly sporadically and in less and less of a sensical order as time passes. I still have my goal of answering everyone, and I will not be shaken from it! It just might take me a while hehe. But I love you all and you all deserve the best answers I can give c: 

I’m so glad you’ve been listening to sleeping at last though! Funnily enough, my favorite songs by him aren’t on the enneagram album, but I love Mercury, Light, and Sun the most c: Funnily enough, I actually don’t know much about enneagram on its own, and for the most part I did the lyrics for each house based on gut interpretations of specific lines, rather than correlations between each type and house! Hehe I wish I was smart enough to know the intricacies of both and tie them together, but I can do you something hopefully as good which is to tell you what each Sleeping at Last song’s lyrics vibe with! 

One is interesting because I think the overall song could very easily be Gryffindor, but its the specific line  “The list goes on forever of all the ways I could be better in my mind, as if I could earn God's favor given time, or at least congratulations,” that makes this song Slytherin for me c:

Two is where we get into the limits of the sorting house system, or I guess more specifically where the enneagram and sorting house system don’t really categorize the same things. There is no house that is the house of love, or self-sacrifice, or anything like that, because those are much more universal traits and why this song kind of hits different for a lot of people. The line that I put in the uquiz was "I know exactly how your rule goes / Put my mask on first / No, I don't want to talk about myself / Tell me where it hurts / I just want to build you up, build you up / 'Til you're good as new / And maybe one day, I'll get around / To fixing myself, too," as a Hufflepuff line because,,, yeah. In a weird way though, I feel like two as a whole vibes with Ravenclaws who I think even more than puffs have a tendency to lose their sense of self when in love and when caring for others in their life just because they’re still curious as to who their self is, rather than being more sturdy in it like a hufflepuff.

Three yall this is it you’ve broken Slytherins down to their bare essentials

Four is my perfect Ravenclaw song and so I’m very excited to hear you are both a Ravenclaw and a four!! It’s really validating hehe and also the song itself is just so beautiful that I’m really glad you are able to listen to it and connect to it and feel seen and held by it, I know how important nine was for me so I’m just really glad that comfort comes your way through this song c:

Five I think balances the rather unconventional line between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. It’s the want of certainty while being surrounded by the unknown of the Gryffindor, and the want of the unknown while being surrounded by certainty of the Ravenclaw. The sense of being outside a group even while part of them harbored by both houses, the emotional armor often built by both houses, and the hesitation of both to let people in. The sort of pent up energy of a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw not doing enough although they may not even know what their definition of enough is. 

Six. Y’all the ludicrous amount of character playlist six is on for me. The line I put in the quiz,"I wanna believe / No, I choose to believe / That I was made to become / A sanctuary....Is that courage or faith / To show up every day? / To trust that there will be light / Always waiting behind / Even the darkest of nights" is tagged as Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, but the second line from this song in the quiz "I had the most vivid dream / My feet had left the ground / I was floating to heaven / But I could only look down / My mind was heavy / Running ragged with worst case scenarios / Emergency exits and the distance below / I woke up so worried that the angels let go" is just so core Gryffindor and the entirety of the song as a whole is so Gryffindor that to call it anything else would be a travesty on my part. 

Seven. Oh wow hey the way my dyscalculic ass forgot about the number seven and just straight up did not put this song in the quiz. This is fine hehe. I mean, its Gryffindor, utterly. This song always reminds me of laugh drunk nights with my friend @sammansonn (ironically a Slytherin) trying to decide whether or not we’re gonna steal a shopping cart and singing a little too loud for passersby. I like to think we make each other braver, so maybe that’s why its Gryffindor.

Eight is the perfect example of the venn diagram overlap of Gryffindor and Slytherin. "Now you won't see all that I have to lose / And all I've lost in the fight to protect it / I won't let you in. I swore never again- I can't afford, no, I refuse to be rejected" vs “I want to break these bones 'til they're better I want to break them right and feel alive / You were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong- My healing needed more than time” vs “I remember the minute. It was like a switch was flipped / I was just a kid who grew up strong enough / To pick this armor up / And suddenly it fit" vs "I'm all in, palms out, I'm at your mercy now and I'm ready to begin / I am strong, I am strong, I am strong enough to let you in. / I'll shake the ground with all my might / I will pull my whole heart up to the surface / For the innocent, for the vulnerable / I'll show up on the front lines with a purpose,”...like we can all see the transition from Slytherin to Gryffindor and the strange muddy middle ground of both their paths to healing. I really think the only difference between a Slytherin and a Gryffindor is what you’re trying to heal from and how you’re trying to do it.

Nine. Listen it could all be bias. But there’s not a single part of these lyrics that hit the part of me that’s a Hufflepuff on purpose. 

I hope that helped, and wasn’t way too much to read hehe. Thank you for asking, and even more for sharing your positivity and light with me, you made me smile today and I was really glad to come back and answer this ask. Have the best day ever Madi, and an even better day every one after that c:

[aharris00britney]

ASKS 16

haha remember in July when I said I was gonna answer stuff every month... yeah me neither 🙈🙈 anyways lots of stuff under the cut

Anonymous said: You should get along with other Simblrs and start a new cc group now that PTS is disbanded, your hairs and clothes are always amazing! :D

Firstly thank you! Most of the clothing in AxA is 99% ayoshi with me going in after and cleaning/adding some stuff. So I give him props for the clothes :P As far as a ‘new PTS’ style group idk, there are a lot of amazing creators on simblr but I think the reason PTS was such a special thing is because the bond they all had. I feel that when working on collabs with some of my really close friends (such as the one coming out this month with @dogsill​ and @ayoshi​) because we have known each other for over 2 years now. A group of friends built only for collabing purposes would be more of a hassle than an enjoyment imo. <3

Anonymous said: HELLLOOOO! just curious bc why not but what is your favorite creation that you have made??

It varies every month to be honest lmao. If you asked me to pick a favorite hair from each month? Easy, always the last release of the month. But favorite hair ever? Awwww shucks 🤠 lmao I would say my Madison Hair is one of my favorite hair releases, I am planning to revamp it soon to work with my Mia ombre accessories and tidy the mesh up some. 

Anonymous said: hello, when will this collection be free for public download please? /post/186706149526/patreon-08-19

That came out in August luv, go to my downloads page and click AxA 2019

Anonymous said: Hi! Idk if you do wcif!!!! But if you do, wcif the freckles on the girl with the short hair on the BOP AHOOB collab?? If you know! Thank you much in advance!!!!!

Hey! You’ll need to send Bowl-Of-Plumbobs a message for that WCIF, that was his Sim otherwise I would link you. Sorry hun

@lumalinrose-sims​ said: Not a question, but you are like so cool I can't even--

thank you lmao I appreciate it, your profile pic it pretty cool :P

@ang3lba3 said: sarah is so pretty!!! is there a way to download how she looks in its entirety, or no? (sorry if this is a silly question im pretty new to the sims) 

not silly don’t worry :P the Sarah hair is for download on the post, the sim can be downloaded here but she is a bit outdated as I have changed her somewhat since then. 

Anonymous said: Hihi just stopping by to tell you how much I love your hairs!!

thank you so much! I appreciate the love<3

Anonymous said: hi! i just wanted to say that i love your cc so much i and always look forward to your posts! you make the cutest cc ever and honestly you're probably my favorite cc maker. you also seem like such a chill and genuine person we truly stan.

fgvhbjn thank you lmao I am literally TOO CHILL irl lmao I let people run over me so much but it’s whatever. Thank you again for the super sweet message. Have a great day if you’re reading this :)

Anonymous said: Heeeey we have the same name

Austin club :P great name til you’re trying to sign something and it looks awful (at least for me I can’t do my signature for shit)

Anonymous said: the collab with bop is so boring and dull it’s drier than a cracker it’s a no from me

well not everything is going to be someones cup of tea lmao I’m sure there is someone that enjoys it which counters you’re negative view <3

Anonymous said: Hi I love your cc! I have almost all of it in my game and I love your tropical punch palette so much I was wondering if you would ever consider releasing the palette.

If I ever make an ombre accessory tutorial video I will release a set of actions for the palette. If you wanna use the palette feel free to grab the hex codes from S4S.

Anonymous said: How did you become a ea game changer? Was it through Tumblr or youtube?

About a year ago SimGuruKate was the community manager and had applications for Tumblr Game Changers, I applied and got accepted. Follow SimGuruFrost on Twitter to stay up to date on when new applications are open.

Anonymous said: Are you going to upload the hair you made on your livestream? I literally love your work and am a Patreon subscriber!!!

Hey! The hair will be in my October voting (I think) and if it wins, release will be November. If it doesn’t win I will put it in November voting and so forth til it wins. Also thank you for watching the stream and supporting me on Patreon 

Anonymous said: hello!! i just wanted to see if knew is there’s anyway i can save my cc and save files somehow where i can download them again if my computer breaks so i don’t have to download it all again.?

zip your Sims 4 folder and upload it to Google Drive/SimsFileShare/OneDrive. Then when you install Sims 4 again you just replace the folder made in Electronic Arts in your Documents.

Anonymous said: what face do you make when your in love with a bee?

this is an old anon so I doubt they’re gonna check for this, and I can’t find the joke on Google so.... anybody know it?

Anonymous said: i love these collab sets they are honestly gifts from above

mhmm gifts from above for every collab except those in October... those are from below  👹 😳

Anonymous said: the pack is sooooo cute i love everything omg!!!! The male stuff is so adorable i can’t wait to download   

Anonymous said: you guys are the only ones i go to for packs i would love to see build buy items in the future we don’t get a lot mm stuff like that

Anonymous said:i just want to say thank you for putting in so much time and hard work and dedication to creating cc for us. i hope there's never a moment when you feel unappreciated, and i want you to know we all love you!

@primadonnaliferiseandfall​ said: all hail you and ayoshi for the cc pack its so pretty omg!!!!

Anonymous said: omg the kings have delivered!!

Anonymous said: since we got axa 2019 and 2018 will there be an axa 2020? 👀

Anonymous said: Great job on the pack! Everyone's items look gorgeous! Thank you for making this, you talented human being.

Anonymous said: ilysm! that’s all 💓💫

Anonymous said: just wanted to let you know that your content is absolutely amazing and i love it all :) sending love from the uk👍

Anonymous said: would you and ayoshi consider sharing the psds for some of the stuff in your collab? please?

thank you guys so much! Me and Ayoshi were super super happy with the AxA 2019 release and we are so happy with how many people have liked it. AxA 2020 will be a thing, yes. Also I have been working on PSDs that are super easy to navigate. I will get those up soon hopefully.

@graphicpickles​ said: Hey um, I dont know if you were aware of this but your discord link is broken ^^"

hey! this is super late sorry, discord link should be working now. If not: https://discord.gg/CtQR9tb

Anonymous said: Why would you include a cc hair in a preview for a cas review

because I liked the hair and wanted to use it 😗

@goddesssimmerina​ said: I just stopped by to tell you how much I LOVE your content. *_* I just went through and downloaded soooo much! xD I actually just switched to using MM hair and i'm so glad I did because I'm finding so many of you amazing creators and I thank you all sm! :*

awe thank you!! I appreciate it. Welcome to MM hair world :P

@moonbrightsims said: whats ur origin id?

AHarris00Britney

Anonymous said: how are your photos/screenshots so high quality? seriously, do you use a mod for it or idk editing? or maybe your settings?

Ultra Settings, and I use SRWE for HQ pics. 

Anonymous said: if you don’t answer this ask you’re straight

It has been answered. I am no longer straight. Was a hard two months not answering this 😔😔😔

Anonymous said: Hi, would you mind teaching us how you make the LoDs of your hairs? I opened one of them in S4S and found out your LoDs are great looking. I use decimate tool in blender and they look really bad.

I edge split everything before I decimate in Blender, I also delete the hairline and extrude the mesh inside the head before decimating as well. Really confusing to explain in words sorry. Might make a tutorial.

Anonymous said: omg ur cc finds blog has apink namjoo as icon and header. i'm.. sCREAMING. austin knows royalty

yes ma’am now where is the comeback

- it was at this point I realized I have caught up with my last asks post and have answered 4 things over again from Asks 15. Well... I guess that’s it folks

see yall in asks 17 in 2 months.... maybe the end of October idk

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 224

Cammie

"Shut up!" I yell to Hidia

"Jayla?" Trey says walking up.

I turn around looking at Hidia as she laughs. She just said that Trey was gonna come over here and I was gonna start rejecting her and acting like she doesn't exist. I roll my eyes at her. Trey grabs my waist. Like I said before I have been over being mad with him since I went to Vegas. But I am still bitter about the whole fucking ordeal and I don't want to let it go. I could deal with it coming up one more time.

"I thought you were over here on the phone."

"Who I got to be on the phone with in private?" I snap.

He shrugs looking around me at Hidia who is still laughing with herself. "Hidi."

"Trey." Hidia says. "So Tiki is coming tomorrow."

"Who is that?" Trey says with an attitude.

Hidia laughs. "Her boy crush from high school."

"Really?" I snap.

"Her who?"

"Wanna see a pic? Chris said I could invite a plus one. You said you didn't mind right, Cam?"

I roll my eyes. "Stop. He can't take jokes like that. Your baby daddy will not be allowed in the house."

Hidia giggles. "Well anyway, Trey. If you weren't so involved in this chick and actually cared about her fucking family then you would have known Tiki was my baby daddy."

"Your baby daddy a fucking Hispanic named Julio or Romeo or some shit with an O." Trey snaps.

"Oh really?" Hidia laughs.

Trey hugs my waist. "You wanna get in the water?"

"No." I say.

"Hey, Mama baby." Hidia yells. "Yes, ButtButt."

I step away from Trey getting closer to Hidia. Her baby was at his grandma's house in San Antonio. This girl's son be all over the place with his grandma. She turns the phone to me. He is like 5. He smiles at the camera and waves at me. I've never heard him talk.

"Are you being good?" She smiles.

"That big boy." I snap kissing at him.

He covers his face then moves away from the camera. Her baby daddy's mother is smiling at where he went. They treat that boy like a fucking 1 year old. I smile and walk away. I'm not about to fucking judge. I'm glad that we had Caden and Lane was always around JJ sharing. Imagine if he had only child syndrome. Lane's ass bad. Too bad not to talk.

"Cammie?" Trey says.

"Cammie!" Someone yells from towards the fire.

I narrow my eyes like that would help my ass see in the dark. I start walking back to the fire. Trey grabs my arm. I pull it away from him although he doesn't really resist. He just starts walking behind me.

"Bae!" Fadiya yells. "Hey."

"Where did they find you from?" I say hugging her.

She smiles really hard. "Got a phone call from Chris Brown's assistant inviting me to spend some time with my favorite celebrity. I saw you on live the other day."

"You should have requested to join."

"Oh." She giggles. "I was kinda busy, you know."

"No I don't know. Do share."

She smiles behind me. "Hey, Trey."

He doesn't say nothing. I glance behind me. He was just standing there being weird. Like why you behind me with all of that? What's with the attitude? Oh... oh yeah. My attitude. I'll be nice next time. Fuck him. I stop walking and push him. He looks at me hurt and shocked. Amber walks up in between us facing Trey. She turns around suddenly and pushes me.

"Bruh." I say laughing.

"How does that feel then?" She says.

I suck my teeth at her and sit down. She walks off. I look at Trey. He sits in the chair closes to him away from me. No sir. You bring your bald ass head over here to me. You don't have a fucking option to fucking be mad. He stands up looking at Chris. April comes up carrying a whining Lane. I sigh a bit about to move to get him from her but she takes him to Trey. Lane jumps into Trey's arms and starts crying. Oh hell. Emotional Trey not going to be able to handle that. Well then why the hell do I think he is able to fucking handle my attitude? Fuck me. So I should be glad he found my mother and came back level headed and not drunk or something? Well...

"He doesn't want to be in the house." April says low. Trey doesn't say anything but keeps walking.

Chris sits up in his chair a bit. "Maybe he..."

"Oh shut up Chris." I say standing up. "You helped enough."

"Sounds..." Chris starts then looks at me.

I stand up and run up to Trey. I touch his back then rub it in a circle. I whisper to him that there are people inside the house too. I walk away then look back. He had stopped walking. Lane was still crying but not as loud. Trey turns and start walking out into the poorly lit ocean shore. It seems like you walking into a pit. I kick the water.

"What that?" Lane asks.

"Mommy." Trey says. I look back at them. Trey puts him down. "Be careful."

Lane walks over sleepily then he starts running. I could barely see the big smile on his face. He runs up to me then he looks down at the water and chases the wave as it runs from him. He turns around and runs back. Papa bear Trey grabs his hand when he is near not letting him run back at the wave. I lean on Trey as Lane fights to get away. I touch his cheek to see exactly how much he was crying. I know he was.

"Stop." He says slapping my hand away.

"Tremaine." I say hugging his waist. "Okay fine. We will act like nothing is wrong."

"Let go, Daddy." Lane whines.

I pick Lane up and run towards the water. He giggles but tries to get down to do it himself. I let the water hit us. He gasps then starts whining again. He is just so sleepy he doesn't know what he wants to do. I wait til the water retreats again and put him down so he could run from it to Trey. He gets half way to Trey and just throws himself sideways screaming like he suddenly woke up from his bad dream.

"My baby." I say getting to him before Trey. I pick him up. "Tell Mommy bout it."

"He hurt himself?" Trey says looking at his feet.

I hit Trey's head with Lane's hand. "No, Daddy." I say.

Lane giggles. "No Mommy do it."

"Mommy." Trey says kissing Lane's stomach.

"No, Mommy, Daddy." Lane's whines.

Trey kisses his head. "Just exhausted."

"Yeah."

"Let me carry you, Lane." Trey says taking him waking him up.

"Tremaine." I whisper.

Trey rocks him. "Shhh..."

I forget everyday my baby still 2. Still just a baby who gets overly tired and whiny. I kiss his shoulder. He was limp in Trey's arm after only a few steps. Trey was walking back to the house. I start walking in the water trying to figure out what my husband going through. I know I need help with him. I can't down play how serious this is.

  Alex

I throw my bag on the floor. Hidia screams.

"Hey, Bestie." She says throwing her arm over my shoulder.

"Bitch, I am tired." I snap looking around the room. "This is tacky. These walls are so ugly and look at this old furniture."

Hidia drops her arms to her side. "Are you paying to stay here?"

"No."

"Okay then. You were saying?"

I look around the room. "Those are some nice seashells."

"Okay!" Hidia yells. "Baby daddy finally gonna come meet people. You know his Mexican ass don't like black people. I'm like you fucking racist. I'm black."

"Your pussy not though."

"Shut up." She snaps. "Cause he loves to say... are you sure baby? It was dark that first time. Dirty Mexican."

I laugh. "Girl, Bye. Ain't he like an army brat that was born at a base in Honduras or some shit? Girl..."

She flips her hand in the air. "Whatever liar. You not feeling cute booty."

"I'm not. I'm using him."

"He got good dick?" She stares at me.

I roll my eyes, walk to the bathroom, and close the door. Hidia is annoying. That's not gonna get rid of her. I peek out into the room. Wait... it got rid of her? I change clothes then head out to the water where I was told everyone was. I look around. No Cammie or Trey.

"Aye, who you here with?" MiMi's husband asks pointing to me.

I sit down reaching into the pit to grab a stick thats just sitting there. I ignore him a little bit longer until he gets everybody's attention. Chris looks around Sevyn at me.

"Oh you came here with her?" Chris asks looking at Jamaal.

"I..." Jamaal starts.

I take a potato off of the kabob then interrupt him. "We work together."

"Yeah?" Jamaal says. "That's it?"

"Jamaal?" I say cutting my eyes at him.

Chris starts laughing. "Yeah, that's how they do."

"That's how who does?" I snap.

"You Roberson women." Chris says moving back behind Sevyn. She so beautiful sitting there quiet.

I suck my teeth. "Roberson women?"

"Do you all hate your soulmates?"

"And have that one friend that wish he could have been the soul mate? Actually no."

He looks around Sevyn again at me with a pissed look then he roars with laughter. "Jamaal my man you just came up in the game."

"For what?"

"Ewh, don't say scoring a Roberson. Just don't say nothing." Hidia says out of nowhere. "Where Cammie?"

Sevyn winks at me. "So it's an achievement to have a Roberson woman? He gets applauded because he snatched her?"

Chris hides his face again. "You flexing man. Don't think that deep into it."

"Should have snatched her first. Weren't you just single at the wedding?"

"Yall doing too much." MiMi's husband says.

"Right." Chris adds.

I roll my eyes. We still off the subject of me and Jamaal so fuck it. He smirks at me. Bruh I done told you what this was about. I roll my eyes again. It doesn't stop him from staring at me. I throw the bell pepper at him.

"Those not even done." Chris declares from behind Sevyn.

"So Sevyn... Amber?" I say. She shrugs. "What shitty hell hole you crawled into to make you snatch up this piece of shit?"

She giggles turning to him. He was pissed. He comes back into view. "Piece of shit? Don't let what I said go to your fucking head."

"Why you not trying to be my bestie on the side?"

"Why you fucking with the man?"

"His ego. Cause I'm not fucking him." I say then shrug. "Exactly why I don't have to stroke his ego."

Jamaal huffs. "You wouldn't stroke no man's ego."

"Damn, right cause my dick too big."

"You need to fucking take her back. You work with her?" MiMi's husband says.

"Hey, Bae." Cammie says hugging my back.

I turn my head. "The golden couple."

Cammie pushes the side of my head. "Demon be gone."

"That's how you shut her up?" Chris nods.

"Try it motherfucker." I spat.

Chris makes his eyes big sitting back. He suddenly gets a shit load of energy sitting up and scaring the shit out of Sevyn. She frowns then stands up slowly. That nigga is something crazy.

"Where are you going now? Everybody over here." Chris spazzes.

"To put Lane to bed." Cammie says turning around.

Chris sucks his teeth. "It take two of you?"

Cammie turns around briefly. "Chris, you and Trey can put him to bed if you like."

"Naw, you good." Chris says like he was nonchalant before.

"Tell MiMi to bring her ass out here." Her husband says.

"Chris did you make me one like the one you had?" Cammie whines.

Chris doesn't say right away. He moves again behind Sevyn then he laughs.

"Christofuckface!"

"Go ahead." He says. "It's right there burning."

She spins around walking towards the house. Trey had already went into the house. He weird as shit. Both of them are weird. Trey and Chris. I grab a mini wine bottle out of a cooler near me. Well now. Fancy shit. Hidia had told me that Chris did all of this for Cammie and Trey. Something about an apology. Wonder what he did.

[honeyfreckled]

we have talked a few times and im sorry for this but you are the most accepting and easiest person to talk to honestly i dont have many people in my life i can tell anything real to. but the thing is ive been thinging about relapsing a lot more since i broke up with my boyfriend and i work with him so it makes work depressing and impossible to get through a day without crying sorry this is anon but i am scared ily dont hate me i am not trying to stress you out

ok wow first lemme just say: I DO NOT HATE U. EVER. 

and don’t be srry i don’t have a lotta ppl irl i can tell my shit to so i get it. pls know u can always ALWAYS ALWAYS come to me, and u dont gotta be scared to come off anon. i get it and it’s ok if u prefer it that way- but pls know i dont keep it on alot bc i get hate and then i turn it off bc i gotta look out for myself and dont post all the hate bc i dont wanna bring yall down or give them the satisfaction of knowing i have given it a read and response. so u can message me or make a sideblog or idk im just saying this so if it’s off later u dont blame yrself or feel scared to come off anon. ok sorelapse is a real thing and it’s fucked and hard and addiction is fucked up and a real life struggle and we dont treat addicts w the real tenderness, respect, kindness, and acceptance they deserve. but u DO deserve it. and there are hotlines, apps, churches, groups, chatrooms/boards, and sites that are more versed in what are the appropriate things to say to u- i say this bc while i’ve been thru it w loved ones i have not myself struggled w addiction w substances. my addictions were to self harm and victimhood so those are the things i searched for help on. but if it’s alright i’d like to give u some tips or things i used and have heard work for addicts of substances

places like i said like churches, groups, chatrooms, sites, apps, hotlines the apps and hotlines are good if u cant travel or want to talk to ppl who wont share their story bc maybe u cant hear it like its not the kinda help ur looking for. hotlines are sometimes tricky bc some of those folks are not educated they are volunteers so judgment leaks thru and in that case u ask to be redirected and report that volunteer so hopefully they dont repeat that kinda mess to other vulnerable folks looking for help

make a list of things, anything. list of foods u like to order, list of things that make u clench yr teeth, what were yr fave gifts you’ve ever got, style icons of urs, hobbies u tried that annoyed u, movies u can always watch, places on yr skin u hate being touched, any list of anything it doesnt have to be the usual thing of “what to live for” bc when yr depressed those kinds of things arent easy to think of. but if u get a list going of like “best things ive ever touched” “sounds that make me laugh” “trends that were stupid af” “popular things that i didnt like n couldnt figure out why they were popular” “weirdest ppl ive met” well those things might get u on a roll of good memories or laughing or seeing that theres more to yr life than what has been occupying yr thoughts

dancing. dance in yr room in the dark. clear some space. put on some headphones. lock yr door. do it in the shower. just dance. i had to start w closing my eyes and picking songs that i was taken by emotionally. songs that made me jump and slamdance tbh and then it’s just gotten more and more something im not as ashamed w. i spent a date night w james just dancing and then we ya know ya know bc the dancing got so wild. now i make playlists of songs that set moods for diff kinds of dancing

watch shows w ppl who arent doing better than u. they dont live in fancy places, they dont do much w their lives, they dont dress better than u, they struggle, they arent eating good food u dont have access to. iasip. freaks and geeks. letterkenny. undeclared. jake and amir. tpb. the state. youtube. tiktok/vine comps. lots of these kinds of vibes on youtube

podcasts. improv comedy podcasts tbh saved my life. comedy bang! bang! has best of’s those are good ones to start w. improv4humans bc matt besser has great guests of some of the best improvisers out there and he has musical guests and they’ll play a song and the improvisers will use it as inspo for a scene

make things. moodboards. pinterest. playlists. fill a shopping cart and tell yrself “i’ll get it when i win the lotto and move away from anyone who knows me so i can be the me i wanna be w/out judgement” make tea. make a meal if u can. make yr bed. clean one thing. clean the sink. hang some clothes or go thru yr drawers and clean them out. throwing things out feels hard at first but then it’s nice bc u feel less bogged down

find something to throw yr obsession at for a bit. something that wont hurt u as bad, being obsessed in general isnt good. everything in moderation irl. too much of something is bad just as much as too less of it can be bad. but yr looking for something lower risk here and if u gotta be obsessed w a celeb or a song or a food that’s ok. yr focusing the energy on something that isnt a substance so be proud of it

give yrself a break. give yrself some credit. everyday isnt gonna be on the “best of your name here’s days” but sometimes u just live to live bc that’s what u do. u wait it out and get thru it and wait for the sun to come back out. and if u cant get outta bed. or if you hate yr job and wanna scream- that’s normal it’s more normal than always being happy ppl just dont like talking abt bc society kinda trains us to hide our fucked upness idk why but thats how it is. they dont wanna tell us to do preventative care until we’re in the pits

all in all- it comes down to (at least for me) not planning w an endgoal in mind. it’s not over til it’s over and rlly we dont know. it’s all fluctuating and not meant to be a finish line we cross and then suddenly we’re done and we dont suffer anymore and the feeling of shit is gone or the risk of relapse is gone and the depression is cleared away never to be seen again. it’s not realistic. bc it isnt real. on the real- risk is always there and the downs and ups mix and run together and depression is not curable (this isnt something to be miserable over tho) depression isnt curable, yeah ok, but it is manageable. it can be quieted down from time to time and if u keep up w yr healthy routines and coping mechanisms- depression will still find its way to u bc the real world is not something u can manage. death in the family, loss of money or job, car breaking down, sickness outta nowhere, depression grows wild when these very real life stressors come into our lives. but all that too eventually gets easier and easier at least from a “ok i have some distance now” standpoint. and then as those days get more and more btwn it u can then be like “oh wow, ive made it thru X amount of days! ive put up w it this long! whats one more day, whats one more week, hell might as well see how much prouder i can feel once ive got a year under my belt!” plus u will be more capable of handling the bullshit if u know u can still find some safe places in yr coping skills or friends or resources.

ok so this is prob a mess but bottomline know this:

I love  you and i will be here the best i can should u ever wanna come spill or if u need me to just send u pics of my dog or boring pics of knickknacks or selfies or memes or links or anything just tell me what u need and i will try my best to show u my love. i hope u can see that u reaching out is just already a HUGE major step in the right direction, give yrself credit! thats amazing! yr already doing it pumpkin look at u! it’s hard ik. but i also know if u are capable of saying u have this problem going on, u are capable of getting thru this. u are a light in the world. u offer goodness and u offer yrself and that’s enough. even if yr fucked up right now- u are contributing to the world by simply being u. there is literally NO ONE ELSE WHO IS YOU. so u are unique by definition. i hope u get something from this post and if not i hope it strikes an idea or thing u can do that will help. i hope u know im here and i hope u see this.

i am sending u all my light and love and good vibes and i can’t wait to see or hear from u again. u are never bothering me, a burden, or stressing me out. tbh it stresses me more that u might be struggling and not telling me or anyone. i dont ever want u to suffer in silence bc u feel guilt or scared or anything. u deserve to have a place to voice yr shit. im here to listen if u do wanna tell me anymore.

everyone else-if this helped or if u can think of anything that might help anon or anyone else- feel free to reblog and get some good NONJUDGMENTAL advice or tips and tricks going, but please please please remember to not come off as judgey or flood it with your drama. keep ur drama out of this post so anon or anyone else doesn’t get triggered by it. 

and dont ignore my rule and do it anyway and then say some shit like “ik u said not to but i think this will help lol sorry” like we need this post to stay on this vibe that i set in motion and not a struggle contest or dick measuring or all sad personal reminiscing. go make yr own post for that this is NOT the space.

[ezm-imagines]

Breaking the Ice - Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: Newt x reader ice skating fic <3

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: normal angst and F L U F F

A/N: requested!!! and, per usual, i went way farther with the request than bargained for. i also included like every single cliche in the books so sue me i guess :)

also, back to back publishing, look at me go! ive been working a lot since I got on break so hopefully i can keep this schedule up for yall :)

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You shuffled your feet back and forth on the ice, using the slight momentum to slide forward an inch every few minutes.

“I don’t quite believe that’s how it’s done,” a soft voice chuckled from behind you.

You moved to turn around, and slipped on the ice, your feet falling out from under you.

You braced for a fall, but instead found yourself being caught and lifted back up.

You grabbed back onto the arms, helping push yourself up, until you looked up to find your friend Newt, smiling at you gently.

“Hi,” you smiled, freezing as you caught his eye.

“Hi,” he replied, blushing slightly at the attention.

You two didn’t know each other two well. Sure, you were in the same friend group, but somehow he was always at the other end. You were best friends with Thesius and Leta, and whenever the three of you would decide to go do something, Thesius would always invite his brother, and his brother would bring Tina and Queeney and Jacob. But for all these outtings and dinners and parties, Newt would always be busy with his side of the friend group, and you would be busy with yours. In fact, for the past half hour, you’d been stealing glances of him skating with Tina, wishing that could be you.

“Thank you,” you laughed as he steadied you on your feet, “I guess I’m not very good at this.”

“Nonsense, you just need practice,” he suggested. “You simply use each foot to push off the other. Like this.”

You watched as he effortlessly skated forward, before spinning around and facing you again.

“How are you so good at that,” you huffed.

He only smiled again, “Thesius loves ice skating. I’m afraid this isn’t the first time he’s brought me along for it. Now, come on, your turn.”

You only looked at him.

He chuckled and held out his hand, “Here, we’ll do it together.”

You looked back and forth between him and his outstretched hand, surprised, but quickly cleared your throat and took it so he wouldn’t notice.

You’d never mentioned it to anyone, only here and there telling people that you wished you were closer friends with him, but you might’ve... had... have... a small crush on the guy. Maybe.

“Okay, like this,” he moved to be beside you, and motioned how to kick off with his back foot to push forward.

You watched him do the motion a couple times, before you did it yourself.

“Brilliant! Now the other foot... yes! See, you’ve got it.”

You were a clumsy mess and you were sure you looked nothing like the grace he had just been skating with, but you were indeed moving forward, and that did mean something, you supposed.

You were just gaining enough traction to get around the rink once when Thesius skated up to you two.

You squealed as he did that ice-spray-ey thing with his hockey skates as he came to a stop.

“Care for a race, Newt?” He beamed at his brother, as Leta skated up next to him, “Five laps around the place, like old times?”

“Not particularly,” he shrugged off.

“Oh, why, ‘cuz you think you’re gonna lose?” He grinned.

“But, I’m helping Y/N...”

“Newt, you literally spent half the morning telling me about how you wanted to do an axel when you reached the finish line of our race. Come on.”

“Yeah, but...” he looked to you.

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” you smiled, “Go have fun with Thesius, I’ll be fine. I can skate with Leta ‘til you get back.” Leta smiled at you.

“You heard the lady,” Thesius said, spinning behind Newt and taking him by the shoulders and pushing him forward, “Let’s go.”

You waved and smiled as he left, trying to encourage him to go have fun. While you loved him helping you and holding your hand, you knew he wasn’t having fun going negative 15 miles per hour. It was the least you could do to give him time with his brother.

“You two seemed pretty cozy,” Leta told you, linking arms with you and pulling you along.

“Who, me and Newt?”

“No, you and the ice, what do you think I mean?” She teased.

“He was just helping me skate,” you explained, not giving much attention to what she way saying as you watched the two brothers begin the race.

Newt wasn’t ever one for competition, and you could tell he wasn’t as much racing his brother as just skating as fast as he could, but you were enamoured nonetheless. He gracefully lapped the rink over and over, gliding faster than his brother with every circle. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“‘Just helping you skate,’ huh?” She laughed, picking the conversation back up.

But you could barely hear her. The boys were ending their last lap, and you smiled as Newt crossed their agreed-upon finish line first. Before you knew it, you watched as he jumped into the air and spun around before landing on one foot. You gasped.

Leta rolled her eyes beside you, “God, both of you are so gone.”

You didn’t have time to ask her what she meant by that before the boys, breathless and laughing, skating up to you two.

“Good job, Newt,” Leta greeted, “Thes needs someone to kick his ass every now and again.”

“As if that isn’t already your job, Leta,” Thesius chuckled, taking her hand and beginning to skate away. Leta laughed and gladly followed, and you watched as she skated away with all the grace that you wish you had.

“You did... amazing,” you told Newt.

He looked away, bashfully, his ears turning even redder than they already were in the cold. “I don’t even know how you skate, let alone do something like that.”

“I told you,” he replied, his eyes sliding to eventually meet yours, “Practice.”

~~~

“Hot chocolate at ours!” Thesius announced to the group as you all walked out into the snowy parking lot.

“Shit, but we walked here,” Tina frowned, “We didn’t bring our cars.”

“Ah, alright, we’ll all squeeze into my car, then. It should be big enough.”

“Shot gun!” Leta declared, racing toward the van with Thesius in tow.

“Tina and I get carsick, so we call the seats in the second row!” Queenie shouted after them. “Oh, wait, Jacob too!”

“Guess that leaves us in the back,” you said to Newt, looking at him from the corners of your eyes.

“I suppose it does.”

As you reached the car, the group was abuzz with chatter, filling up all the seats.

“Oh, shit, wait, where are we gonna put our duffle?”

Newt, Thesius, and Leta all owned their own skates, and with all the seats being taken up, they couldn’t just put it wherever like they usually did.

“There’s still a third seat in the back; only Newt and Y/N are back there,” Jacob said.

“Ah, perfect,” Leta handed the duffle back to Jacob who set it on the left seat.

Your heart clenched at the fact that the duffle taking up the left spot meant that you and Newt would have to sit in the already-too-small back seats, pressed up against each other.

Oh, for the love of God...

You’d finally acknowledged that you might have a teensy crush on the guy, and the whole universe conspires to force you two together at every opportunity.

Newt slid wordlessly into the middle back seat and you followed suit, attempting to press yourself as much against the wall as possible. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by touching him, but you weren’t having much of a choice. His legs were so long and there was so little space, so the two of you were touching almost everywhere possible.

You kept your gaze outside the window, not sure where else to look, as conversation in the car roared from one subject to another. You and Newt stayed silent for the most part. Though that wasn’t so abnormal from him.

“Oh, fuck, wait,” Thesius cursed, before the car made a massive U-turn. You fell over to your left as the car lurched, landing you directly into Newt’s lap.

End me now.

“Agh, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, wildly attempting to pull yourself out of his lap, touching Certain Areas on accident in your panic.

Both of you looked away, blushing madly and praying for the car ride to just be over already. Jesus Christ, everything was going all over the place and you just wanted to return to him holding your hand as you slowly and poorly slid across the ice.

“-ing, obviously, don’t you agree, Y/N?” someone was saying.

The conversation halted as people looked to you for your response.

“I’m sorry, what?” You sputtered, looking around to attempt to get some kind of idea what they were talking of.

Leta elaborated, “We were talking about how Thes practically grew up on the ice. Newt, too. Isn’t it insane what they can do? I mean, I had my fair share of skate rink birthday parties as a kid, but I never would’ve done as much as them. Their talents know no bounds.”

“Yeah, it was pretty impressive,” you agreed, quietly, avoiding looking at Newt completely.

You wanted the car to just open up and swallow you whole.

“‘Pretty impressive?’ Bitch, you totally gasped when he landed his axel, don’t even with me. You were watching him like a hawk during that race...”

Stellar. You gave a fake laugh and looked out the window, trying to do the math for how far you were from the Scamamder house according to the streets you were passing.

Luckily, Leta carried on with conversation, changing the subject to many various things that didn’t involve you or your horridly embarrassing feelings.

Unluckily, according to the stoplight you just passed, you still had a few more streets to go.

“Were you really watching me during the race?” Newt asked you quietly, once the car was wholly focused on a different subject.

“Well, you were winning, so yeah.”

“Oh.”

You could almost hear his heart sink. “But, really,” you continued, looking him in the eyes, “your axel was incredibly impressive. I didn’t know you were that amazing.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, tilting his head down like he always did.

“Niffles!” Queenie shouted. You looked up to see the car pulling into the driveway, the Scamander dog Niffles awaiting the van’s arrival by the door.

Everyone poured out of the car and headed inside the shabby little house, alighting it with life and loudness.

Thesius immediately set out to go get a fire started in the fireplace while Leta began pulling out mugs. You joined Leta as the rest of the group moved to the fireplace room.

“Long drive, huh?” Leta asked, turning on the stove.

“Just as long as every other time we’ve driven here,” you lied.

“Mhmm...” she raised her eyebrow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You two were practically on top of each other back there.”

“Not by choice!”

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t enjoy it.”

“I most certainly did not,” You huffed. It was true; it had been hell back there.

Leta just shook her head and continued making the hot chocolate silently, “Why don’t you go check on the group? I got this covered.”

You shrugged and followed directions, slipping into the living room.

“Ah, Y/N, we were just thinking: you down for a movie tonight?” Thesius asked, looking up at you from where he was crouched at the fireplace. Newt took the poker from his hand and began adjusting the fire logs as his brother talked, and you ignored how annoyed it made you that he was refusing to look at you. But, then, why should he? You two were barely even friends; you’d hardly talked before today. “You’re still staying the night here anyway, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” you answered, shaking yourself from your thoughts about Newt.

“So, I guess it doesn’t quite matter to you if we watch a movie.”

“We were thinking holiday rom-com!” Queenie beamed, as you moved to sit on the couch beside Tina.

“Correction, you were thinking that,” Thesius interrupted. “I was thinking—”

“If you say Die Hard...” Newt warned quietly.

You smiled at his small joke.

“Then what do you suggest, Newt? The rom-com? You trying to be Romeo tonight?”

Newt gave Thesius a look you didn’t understand, not that you even understood what Thesius was talking about.

Hmm.

“I think a rom-com sounds great,” Leta announced, walking in with the tray of mugs. You quickly stole one for yourself and for Tina sitting beside you.

“Traitor,” Thesius narrowed his eyes at his fiancée.

“Let me finish,” she hushed, handing him and Newt mugs, “I suggest we watch a bad rom-com that we can all make fun of the whole time. Does that save your fragile manhood, babe?”

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes playfully, as he passed the tray back to Jacob and Queenie, sharing the armchair.

“I think that’s his way of saying we have a deal,” Leta grinned, taking the last mug for herself and setting the tray on the table at the back of the room. She took the remote and plopped on the couch, pulling up Netflix and beginning the search for the worst movie she could find.

Thesius dusted off his hands before joining her on the couch, too.

You bit your lip, realizing there was only one seat left in the room, and it was on the couch next to you.

For fuck’s sake, you couldn’t catch a break with this group, huh?

Newt eventually decided the fireplace was satisfactorily kept, and stood up to find a seat— only to realize the exact same thing.

You ignored the way it stung when he hesitated.

“Newt, sit the hell down, it’s starting!” Leta yelled at him, the Netflix “bum-bum” pounding to signify the movie’s beginning.

He gulped and sat down next to you, not knowing what else to do.

You all watched on, playing a pretend drinking game with your hot chocolates where you drank every time the movie held a cliché (and you’d all finished your drinks after only ten minutes in, prompting Leta to make another round).

Between the warmth of the fire, the slowness of the movie, and your fatigue from skating all day, you could feel your eyes drooping by only halfway through the movie. But you were insistent on staying awake.

This was fun, and you enjoyed having the whole group bond instead of splitting in half.

But during your third cup of hot chocolate, you felt yourself slipping...

But you could s...

you...

~~~

You nuzzled deeper into your pillow, barely registering the unfamiliar fabric or the soft mahogany scent it now carried.

You wondered how long until your alarm would go off, and began attempting to calculate when you had fallen asleep last night. You couldn’t quite remember going to bed, only the movi—

You awoke with a start at the realization. You rubbed at your eyes as you sat up, wondering how much of the movie you’d missed from falling asleep. Hopefully you could still catch whatever dramatic ending was going to—

Oh, fuck.

You opened your eyes to find no one else in the room. Well, no one except...

“Mornin’,” Newt’s soft voice greeted.

Looking over at him, you realized that he had been the pillow you had just been using. Oh, oh god. Oh no...

“Shit, I’m so so sorry, I didn’t realize—”

“Don’t be sorry,” he shook his head with a small smile, “It’s quite alright.”

You weren’t quite sure how to respond to that, instead changing the subject, “Where are all your friends?”

“Thesius started driving them back a bit ago.”

“And you didn’t go with them?”

“I don’t believe you gave me much of a choice to.”

“You could’ve just pushed me off, ya know, I wouldn’t have blamed you for it...”

He shrugged with one shoulder, “Maybe I didn’t really want to go.”

You furrowed a brow, “What?”

He shrugged again, “I dunno... it was kinda... nice... watching the movie with you against me...”

You looked up at him from under your eyelashes, “Really?”

He kept your gaze for a long moment before looking away with a cough, “Well, yeah, I mean, I don’t know, it was... you were... and they... well, I—”

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips. He melted against you instantly, as if he’d been waiting for this a long time.

Hell, you had, too.

You brought one hand up to cup his jaw, your fingers delicately tracing his skin.

He tentatively slid his arms to wrap around you and hold you closer.

After a long time, you pulled away and buried your face in his shoulder, attempting to suppress your blinding smile.

“How long have you been... wanting to do that?” He asked, and you could hear the happiness and surprise in his voice.

“A long time,” you replied into his shirt.

He huffed slightly, still amazed at what had just happened, “Ditto.”

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