#i really liked writing this one uhm.. i dunno! i like the twins a lot

[tunastime]

A Minute in the Morning

so I started playing pokemon legends arceus. crumples to the ground. (2762 words)

In a hazy, rusty morning light, Ingo wakes up.

It’s a slow start—like his office computer, taking a whole ten minutes to finish booting, enough to stir sugar into his morning coffee and dissect his breakfast sandwich into parts. It feels like it takes just about that much time for Ingo to become aware of where he’s lying, which is in bed. Which is not where he fell asleep to begin with, which means that someone lifted him to bed and tucked him in. Which was rather sweet. Because he’s burrowed into the covers like a happy drilbur, keeping the cold from his fingers and toes and nose. He finally blinks his eyes open, and it’s sunrise that fills his room. Not his room. Scratch that. Emmet’s room. No wonder the blankets are so much lighter than he remembers them being. Nevertheless. Happy drilbur. He weasels a little more into the pillow. From either side of him, something moves. It’s slight, if there, but as he cranes his neck, slow and careful, he can see a dark head of hair on one side, and silver-white on the other. 

Ingo’s heart swells a fraction too big and too warm for his chest as he sighs out.

Elesa and Emmet haven’t woken up yet, which is a plus. If he were to move too much and move them he might lose the warmth from either side. Elesa’s shoulder rests against the crest of his back, and Emmet’s holding onto his elbow with one hand. The grip is loose at best, but the warmth, both from shoulder to spine and hand to elbow, seeps through him.

It’s blurry. Just everything. It kind of mushes together in his brain, like jam. Or maybe jelly. It doesn’t really matter. If he thinks too hard, his stomach starts to twist in knots, and he’d rather not feel sick while he’s trying to enjoy his morning. He remembers falling asleep while the television played the night prior—nighttime skits and commercials he filtered out until Emmet’s shoulder became the comfiest thing. He supposes that sometime between that point, and the point which he’s just woken up, Elesa came in, and at some other point, he was carted off to bed. It’s nice, though. The blankets make just enough weight over him to soothe ache and anxiety, and it’s warm, and he’s mostly thinking about how nice a cup of coffee sounds right now. Maybe a latte. Something warm. He shuts his eyes again.

The light is surprisingly yellower when he wakes up again. There’s still a warm weight on both sides of him, but it feels different than before. It stretches over him, too, more than just the weighted blanket that’s been added on top of him. He peeks an eye open to find Eelektross slumped over him, his large head curled near Ingo’s shoulder and his similarly large eyes shut as he snores. Ingo snorts, trying to shift to his back with the weight over him, without waking Eelektross. He does after a moment, settling once again, only for Eelektross to huff and fix one, tired eye on his face. Ingo smiles, just a little.

Wriggling a hand free, he pats Eelektross’ forehead, a path well pet and well loved.

“Good morning, you gigantic eel.”

Eelektross trills, nuzzling into Ingo’s hand.

“Mm, yes,” Ingo says. “I’m sure that definitely did not alert Emmet that I am awake, meaning I can’t fake any more sleep. Thank you Eelektross.”

The eel gives a happy sniff.

Ingo snorts.

Typical.

The door cracks open a moment later, the wide eyes of his brother peeking through. He raises his eyebrows, looking over Ingo and Eelektross still in bed. It comes with a little head tilt, something Ingo knows is indicative of an Emmet with a question.

“Sleep well?” he asks. Ingo nods.

“I think so,” he says. “I didn’t realize I’d be carried to bed when I fell asleep.”

“Ah!” Emmet says, eyebrows raising. “I made sure you stayed asleep when we carried you in. You’re a very deep sleeper when you want to be.”

It’s getting better, the gaps in his memory. It’s not enough to trust himself to start his duties as a Subway Boss again, but it's enough to have a few doctor’s appointments and to speak with police and his boss and their coworkers. He’s remembered their pokemon, which is why Eelektross didn’t startle him. And he’s remembered enough for him to fall asleep on Emmet’s shoulder with no care in the world. Enough for life to begin to settle from the chaos. Today is Tuesday, which means Emmet has the day off, and Ingo can tell, even as he reaches to wipe sleep from his eyes, that Emmet is still in his pajamas. He opens the door a little wider, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Ah,” Ingo echoes. “Was it Elesa’s idea to sleep in your room rather than my own?”

“It was,” Emmet concedes, smiling. “But I am Emmet, and I make a very good pillow.”

“You are Emmet and you are a very clingy sleeper,” Ingo says, letting his eyes shut again. Emmet makes a startled noise.

“Go-Go, don’t fall asleep again,” he yaps. “Your breakfast will get cold.”

Slowly, Ingo opens one eye, looking at his brother in the doorway. Eelektross snuffs into his shoulder, wriggling off of him. He grunts as the eel’s weight shifts off, leaving him free, but cooler.

“What’s for breakfast?” he says, watching Eelektross wriggle off the bed and toward Emmet. Emmet opens the door a bit further, takes a step back, and hefts the eel into his arms, knees bending with the weight. Ingo watches Emmet giggle to himself, shifting Eelektross in his arms to better wrap around his neck and arms, weight heavy against him. Clearly.

“Pancakes,” Emmet huffs. He’s still smiling, something almost infectious.

“Alright,” Ingo sighs.

“I also cut some fruit.”

“I’m getting up,” Ingo grumbles, rolling onto his side before he peels himself up and into a sit.

“I think Elesa left her nice coffee creamer, also.”

“I’m already up, Em,” Ingo snorts, trying not to laugh. “You don’t have to convince me.”

Emmet laughs again.

“Just adding!” he says cheerily, wobbling off toward the living room. In the open doorway, Ingo can see the sprawl of their living room and kitchen, lit by yellow daylight. Ingo sighs, stretching his arms above his head, twisting around. When the room settles, he stands, and he realizes that the room is warm around him. Emmet must’ve turned the heat on, and it must actually be working. He hums as he combs his hair back, wandering into the bathroom to wash his face.

When he finally makes it to the kitchen table, Emmet is sitting at the table, scrolling on his x-transceiver. He’s changed into a cream-colored, high collared sweater, his hair held back with a small headband. Eelektross is lying across the couch, head resting on the arm. There’s a plate of pancakes sitting in front of Ingo’s seat at the table, and a half-eaten plate in front of Emmet. He looks up as Ingo sits, raising his eyebrows.

“Good morning,” Emmet says. He nudges a cup of coffee toward Ingo. It’s a light brown color—likely the way that Ingo likes it. It helps they like their plain coffee the same way. If it were any other type of coffee, Ingo’s certain there would be some big disagreement—type of milk and way of prep and iced versus hot. But Ingo takes a long sip of hot coffee and nearly sighs in relief. Whatever fancy creamer Elesa buys really does make a plain cup of coffee so much better. He sits, nudging Emmet with his foot under the table.

“What are you reading?” he asks, gesturing with his fork to Emmet’s phone. Emmet holds it up.

“Article on a new electric rail system in Galar.” 

Ingo tilts his head, nodding along.

“Interesting. Any good?”

“Very efficient,” Emmet says, nodding along. He eventually pulls back, setting his phone face down on the table and returning to his pancakes. He takes a large bite, and through it, says:

“Maybe Gear Station should get some upgrades.”

Ingo snorts.

“We’re already quite efficient,” he says. “Do you think our trains could be quicker? Easier to board?”

Emmet shrugs.

“Wishful thinking. They’re already automatically driven, so there isn’t much more, but maybe longer cars to hold more passengers. Our trains are quite small.”

“Sounds expensive,” Ingo says, drinking his coffee. He pulls apart his stack of pancakes, poking at them with his fork.

“Maybe they’ve already got an upgrade in the works,” Emmet says. “It’s been a while since we’ve had an all-staff meeting. Perhaps we should inform the director.”

“Especially since I’ve returned and have about three years to catch up on, mm?”

Emmet smiles. It’s a bit tight, though. Ingo glances away, biting into his tongue. Should’ve kept that thought to himself.

“Maybe you’re right,” he says. “Though I promise you that not much has changed in the last three years.”

Ingo hums. He believes it, that nothing much has shifted. It’s hard to say, obviously, considering he wasn’t there to see it for himself, but his brother was never the type to lie without a reason, and this certainly didn’t have a good one. He takes a large bite of pancake and finds them still warm. It’s a quiet breakfast, between pancakes and coffee and Galvantula sleeping underneath the table. Emmet eventually finishes his food, shoveling large bites of pancake into his mouth as quickly as he can. Ingo watches him swallow with surprising difficulty, reaching for his cup of coffee. It takes a moment for Ingo to stomach the rest of his pancakes. Having this much food is a luxury he had not often afforded a month prior. His stomach still wasn’t used to it.

“Where is Elesa?” Ingo asks after a beat. Emmet talks through a mouthful of pancake and strawberry and maple syrup. 

“Mm, she had four battle appointments today, but she’ll be back around. Probably before two.”

Emmet is the first to finish, setting all his dishes together as he stands. He moves around Ingo as Ingo finishes, collecting dishes and setting everything in the sink. As Ingo stands to pass him his plate, he asks:

“Did you have a plan today?

“Mm?” Emmet hums. “No, not particularly. Why? Is there something you wanted to do?”

Ingo frowns, face pulling.

“Well,” he starts. “I was thinking—”

“Ah,” Emmet interjects. “Your first mistake—”

“I was thinking,” Ingo continues, narrowing his eyes. “That it might be a good idea for us to visit Elesa. I need to ask her for a new coat.”

“Mm!” Emmet startles, turning toward him. His face brightens. “That’s right! You do need a new coat. Good thing she’ll be over later, mm?”

Ingo nods. He fetches his coffee mug, pouring another cup of black coffee to balance the sweetened dregs. He leans back against the counter right as Emmet goes to hand him a dish to put away. They work in tandem for a moment, pausing as Ingo works to finish his coffee.

It’s a slow morning, 8:45am, and Ingo gazes back at his bed with longing.

It’s just. When’s the last time he had such a good sleep, right? On a bed that soft? He’d gotten so used to tatami mats and the grass and canvas laid out on the ground and here was a bed, with thick fluffy blankets and several large pillows and another person taking up space. It was very—stop it, Ingo—it’s comfortable. He hands Emmet his coffee mug.

“Ingo,” Emmet says.

Ingo hums. His eyes have drifted to the couch. Maybe standing is a little hard today. He should sit, shouldn’t he?

“Is my brother still up there?” Emmet asks, tapping Ingo’s head. Ingo startles as he does, turning to him.

“I would hope so,” he says. “Otherwise I don’t know where I’d be.”

“Not here, obviously” Emmet says. He finishes rinsing Ingo’s mug, setting it top down on the drying mat. “Though I’m not entirely sure you’re all there right now, are you?”

“Trying,” Ingo hums. “Too much going on.”

Emmet hums, a bit of a laugh showing through.

“You look like you’re about to fall over.”

“I won’t,” Ingo promises.

“I don’t believe you,” Emmet says, shutting off the sink. The clean dishes sit on the rack, dripping water. Emmet wipes his hands with a dish towel. “You know, you should be resting if your engine isn’t working at full capacity. Rest is very important”

“Can’t be a well oiled machine with nowhere to go,” Ingo says, folding his arms. “I don’t understand why I don’t have the energy to move anymore.”

“Does the why matter?” Emmet asks. He’s leaning against the counter now, a mirror to Ingo, like he often was to Emmet. It was a natural progression—one following after the other, a mirror, a shadow, a doppleganger.

“It matters a little,” Ingo shrugs. “It matters to me. It gives me a reason.”

“Your reason is that you’ve gone through a lot,” Emmet says, pushing away from the counter. He scoops up his x-transceiver from the table, moving around it and through the apartment as he talks. “Your reason is that your body is playing catch-up with the world around you.”

“Maybe,” Ingo huffs.

“I am Emmet,” says his brother. “I am tired. I don’t sleep well. Do you think it’s my fault that I’m tired and don’t sleep well?”

Ingo grits his teeth. He hates this part—ever since they were little, Emmet would flip this hypocritical card, showing Ingo exactly how stupid he was sounding. It was good, for the most part, because Emmet was right and next time Emmet did the same thing, Ingo could follow suit with that card. But it was so annoying watching it now, watching Emmet throw open the blinds and shimmy open the window for the fire escape. A tinged-cool spring breeze filters in through the open window, tossing the curtains aside. Emmet keeps moving as Ingo thinks, the gears in his head turning slowly, still dulled with sleep. 

“No,” Ingo says shortly, watching Emmet rearrange coasters on the coffee table, setting game controllers back into their docks. “I don’t think anything is your fault.”

“Well now you are just flattering me, Go-Go.”

“Don’t say that flattery never got anyone anywhere,” Ingo says, pointing at him, waving his finger. Emmet laughs.

“My point is,” he says, gesturing to the couch. “You’re allowed to rest. We can figure out the steps from there, right? Even if we’re sitting on the couch to do it.”

Ingo sighs, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Even if I fall asleep?”

Emmet nods, still smiling a little.

“I will wake you if you do.”

Ingo huffs out a laugh, feeling the edges of his mouth quirk up. As Emmet sits on the soft, corduroy couch, Ingo feels himself pulled forward, as if recalled, to sit beside him. He brings his knees up as he settles into his familiar spot between the back and arm of the couch. 

“Do you promise you’ll shake me awake?” Ingo says, leaning his head against the back of the couch. Emmet scrunches his nose.

“Yes,” he says, knocking his knuckles into Ingo’s knee. “I do. But I’m going to watch Alakazam! so you can think without my talking.”

Ingo nods. The television hums to life quietly in the background.

Emmet always watches Alakazam! at 9am. At least, when he can catch it. Ingo watches the last few minutes of the previous game show, something quiet and low despite the flash of colors and excited spread of energy. As the show starts, he watches Emmet’s face shift, that serious pull to his mouth and the furrow of his eyebrows that Ingo only sees when they’re battling. To see that spark again, not knowing how long it’s been gone, turns a question in Ingo’s mind.

“Emmet,” he says.

“Yes, I am Emmet,” Emmet says. “You are Ingo. What do you need?”

“I think I've got an idea of what I want to do today.”

Emmet turns his head a bit, looking at Ingo mostly out of the corner of his eye. His eyes flick back and forth between Ingo’s face and the television, waiting for his program to start.

“Mm?” Emmet asks. Ingo smiles a bit, a laugh stuck behind his teeth.

He sees the glint in Emmet’s eye before he even asks his question.

“What about a pokemon battle?”

[jestersmonsters]

Jester's Monster AU

Part 9

Warnings(for all parts, not just this one): Blood, gore, general angst, panic attacks, violence, death, dismemberment, attempted cannibalism (from vampires & werewolves), trauma, possible bad writing (I try), and the closest thing to realistic trauma responses I can get in a tmnt monster au.

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Donnie took a few seconds to realize what was in his mouth. When he did, he jumped and threw the half empty bag aside, alarmed and shaking. He spun around, stumbling a bit as his tender wounds still stabbed at him. He was..... in the moon room? And it was locked. As he began to wonder what had happened, Leo's voice came over the speakers. ["Hey, Dee. You alright?"] he'd asked. Donnie swallowed hard, a bit surprised at how the blood taste in his mouth didn't disgust him. It didn't taste any different. Still salty and metallic. Yet he couldn't help but think it was.... pleasant. "Uhm. Yeah..... yeah, I think so." he answered, wiping the blood from his face. The confusion lingered in his mind as the door opened, and Leo stepped inside to collect the bags. "Still hungry?" he asked. Donnie just shook his head. "No. Not really. What happened?" Leon just frowned. "Raph tells me you bit Casey. He's alright, though. Come on, Mikey has a lot to tell us." Leo waved Donnie over, offering him help with walking since he was still feeling a bit weak.

They walked back to the med bay where Casey was sitting on the edge of one of the beds, Mikey floating above and looking over his shoulder, and Raph just standing aside, arms crossed. They all looked up when the twins walked in. "All is well. He's been tamed." Leo said, leading Donnie to the bed where he sat down next to Casey. "Sorry about the bite..." he said. Casey just sighed. "It's alright. I'm fine." he assured, giving a slight smile.

Leo sat down with them. "Alright, Mikey, why don't you tell us what you learned?" he prompted, causing the ghost to perk up. "Oh! Yeah! It's so cool, actually. And, Casey. You're completely fine. First off, vampirism only transfers if the bite kills you. So yeah. You're all good." Casey visibly relaxed, sighing. "But then there's like.... that thing that just happens. Gotta make sure you don't get hungry like that again because it could get real ugly. There's something they called a withered stomach where if you don't feed for long enough, then you can't have human food anymore or something. I dunno. But basically.... one of those bags we bought every week should be good.... OH ALSO! The thing about garlic is a myth. It just comes from heightened senses making strong smells and flavors real intense." he recounted, waving his hands around as he talked. "Plus now you're super strong and heal twice as fast." he added.

Donnie just listened, noting that he needed to do more research on this all. To get a better idea of what the hell Mikey was talking about. "Okay. And I assume the sunlight rule still stands?" he asked. "Oh yeah! No problem, though. We can deal with that. You can go out in the sun if you're well fed, but that'd be like three or four bags a day." Mikey answered, waving his hand. Donnie just pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright.... I think I just need a minute. I'll be in my room. " Donnie said, standing and heading off with a bit of a limp.

He made it there with very little help, but by the time he got to his bed he was aching all over. Seems like he needed more rest. He didn't know when he'd be okay with all that was happening... But he hoped that soon, he would.

[a-aexotic]

could you write a fred weasley one where you two are secretly together then someone is flirting with you at a common room party and making you really uncomfortable and then they start getting angry when you’re not into it so fred sees it comes to stop it but he’s like “why are you even helping her” and he lets it slip that you’re dating? ty that would be delightful:)

 warnings: heated kissing, being uncomfortable around a man, some misogyny, i think that’s it?

a/n: thanks for the request love! <3 also, quick sort of disclaimer, as soon as i read this request i remembered this guy in my class who literally wouldn’t leave me alone, so liam is based off of him and the time we met in the cafeteria but i changed it a bit just in case he finds me on here lmao-  i hope you don’t mind! also this is unedited but i’m editing it soon! :] also this is a gender neutral reader :)

FRED PLANTED A SMALL KISS ONTO YOUR LIPS IN BETWEEN GIGGLES AS HE GRABBED YOUR WAIST CLOSER TO HIM. you and the red-head were in a closet near potions -- and you both knew if you were caught you’d be dead. you had your next class in fifteen minutes, so that meant fifteen minutes of making out happily in a broom closet. 

you and fred weasley had been in a relationship for about six months now. you really liked him, and he really liked you. he made you feels things you’d never ever felt before -- and that made you excited to say the least. 

before you’d started dating, you’d been best friends. and really -- that was the only thing that anyone saw you two as. they saw you as completely platonic “best friends” who are just very touchy. you and fred both decided not to tell anyone of this relationship, only george because both of you knew he could never lie to his twin.

his sister, ginny knows something is obviously up, but you and fred just happen to be very sneaky so she hasn’t found out . . . yet. ginny was like a little sister to you, so it’s very hard to keep such a big lie from her. 

fred slipped his hands underneath your shirt, earning a glare from you as he smirked at you. “your skin is very soft --”

“that’s incredibly creepy, freddie. out of all the things you could’ve complimented me on -- you chose my skin?” you let out a quiet laugh, as fred kissed your cheek happily. 

“fine -- you smell amazing today, m’lady,” fred mused as you let out another laugh. fred loved hearing your laugh -- if he was ever having a bad day, all he had to do was hear your laugh and he’d be fine. 

so, he made it his mission to make you laugh every day at least fifteen times, which he always succeeded. 

“thanks freddie,” you winked at him, as you looked at the muggle watch on your wrist. you let out a soft gasp, “merlin, i’m going to be late! mcgongall is going to murder me-”

“you’ll be find! it’s only- shit, okay, okay, it’s only . . . yup, you’re going to be late. actually -- no you’re not,” before you could respond, he took your hand and ran through the halls. you could barely keep up as he ran to the classroom.

students glanced at you and fred as you ran through the halls quickly. with fred’s speed, you got there in only a few minutes with a pant breaks for you. as you arrived at mcgongall’s, you were a panting mess as fred laughed. 

“merlin,” you could barely form sentences as you out your hands on your knees. “merlin, fred. that was . . . tiring. let’s never do that again,”

fred nodded as he leaned in to peck your lips. “m’kay, love. i’ll see you later?”

“yes! freddie, go, you’ll be even more late.” you stated as he laughed and nodded once again. “see you later,”

he walked away with a wink. you watched in delight as your boyfriend walked away. when was his back so freaking attractive? you thought to yourself as you entered mcgongall’s classroom.

YOU LET OUT A LOUD YAWN AS YOU ENTERED THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM. you smiled at the twins, as they winked at you. well -- fred winked at you, as george waved. you quickly sat down on the couch next to a boy whom you don’t know the name of. he seemed nice as he smiled sweetly as you sat down, taking a book from the nearest table. 

“hey,” the boy says in a causal tone. he made it seem liked you’d been friends for years, and there was something unsettling about that. 

“hi,” you replied awkwardly as you brushed him off, opening the book. obviously, he didn’t take the hint as he completely faced you. you looked up from your book with an annoyed expression. 

“i’m liam, you’re y/n, right?” 

you nodded. his name sounded bitterly familar as you remembered the patil twins telling what a creep he was. you also remembered ron and harry bashing him the other for something he did. 

“what are you reading, y/n?” he said your name in a certain tone that made you very uncomfortable.

“dunno, something about quidditch.”

he laughed. “of course you don’t know anything about quidditch. do you want me to . . . teach you?”

you glared at him. you knew a lot about quidditch because of the twins -- and that was just plain misogyny. “nope, i’m good.”

“as you probably already know, i used to be on the team,” he came closer to you, and you kept staring uncomfortably. he put his hand on your thigh as he continued. “and-”

“i don’t care, please take your hand off of me.” you spoke in a harsh tone, earning a hurt expression coming onto his face. he didn’t move, instead he ignored your comment. 

“hey, uhm, y/n . . . everything okay?” fred’s voice echoed as he got up from his seat with george. he would’ve done something earlier, but him and george were planning a prank on snape and didn’t notice you nor liam. 

“yes, everything’s fine weasley.” liam sneered as he rolled his eyes. fred’s eyes didn’t leave his hand on your thigh, and he tried his best not go absloutely ballistic and smash his face onto the table and punch it until someone dragged fred away. 

george got up sooner, standing behind fred in an intimidating way. “he didn’t ask you, you creep. he asked y/n,”

“no, he’s a creep, get him away.” you quickly said in a sort of distressed tone. you would’ve left sooner, but in all honesty you were sort of scared until fred noticed you.

there were a few laughs scattered as the attention was on you four. fred glared at him. “she was obviously uncomfortable, so what were you trying to do?”

liam kept trying to find words to defend himself, and he just couldn’t. he finally got up, and in their faces. ”why are you even helping her!”

there were some shocked expressions on the gryffindors -- he was very stupid. why wouldn’t he help you? 

“because she’s my bloody girlfriend and i’m tired of people not knowing!” he blurted as you gasped. you were not expecting that. george laughed, as harry jumped from his chair.

“i bloody knew it! i knew it! hermione and ron, you owe me five galleons!” harry cheered as ron groaned loudly. liam stood there, dumbstruck as you smiled.

“yeah, you bloody creep. you even look at her again, i’ll crush your nose on the floor then i’ll proceed to kick-” 

“it’s alright, freddie.” you chriped as you pecked his cheek. it felt so good to do that in public. george let out a gag.

“get a room, you two.”

“oh shut up georgie, you’re just jealous!”

“no! if anything, you’re jealous because i’m hotter!”

“well, if you’re hotter, where’s your girlfriend!”

“oh sod off-”

“shush you two,” you laughed as the pair sighed and nodded. fred happily took your hand, as you sat dangerously close to him.

“oh my god! what’d i miss!” ginny gasped as she walked into the common room, as you and fred erupted in laughter, ginny stood there in confusion.

[mattygraygubler]

our campus 7 (tom holland fic)

summary: frat!tom and reader go to the same college and y/n is tasked with being his tutor, they don’t really get along at first (because i love reader and tom hating each other trope)

warnings: softness, mention of heart condition, drinking

word count: 2.5

a/n: ugh this had a terrible transition at the beginning but i needed to get to the next part of the story in my brain so here we are

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Tom didn’t bring delt or Noah up again. You were seeing each other three times a week now, on Fridays and Sundays like you discussed and on Wednesdays for some extra writing lessons. 

It had been almost a month since the delt party and you hadn’t seen Noah. You had texted back and forth quite a bit at first, but you couldn’t get your schedules to line up to see each other in person. That was primarily your fault. Now that you were sweetheart and the fraternity recruitment was starting, you had even more responsibilities. 

You were enjoying the sexting though. It’d been a while since you had slept with anyone and the sexting was turning you on all the time. You hadn’t really had time to take care of yourself, though, which made you very hot very easily. 

If you were honest with yourself, you needed the sexting. The more you saw Tom, the more your feelings for him grew. He was kind, and he was funny, but at the end of the day, he saw you as his nerdy tutor. Nothing more, not even a friend. You threw yourself into the sexting to get your mind off any feelings that were surfacing. 

You and Tom were getting along just fine. He didn’t bring up partying or Noah, and he had stopped being so insecure about being tutored, which you appreciated. You were starting to actually get to know him, which was nice, but the more you learned, the more you felt yourself fall for him. 

You were learning a lot about Tom as time went on, and you liked him as a person. He had three younger brothers, and Sam and Harry, the twins, were the same age as your own brother. 

He loved watching movies, and despite being a theater major, he wanted to work in film. He was constantly texting you movie references and was shocked when he realized that you hadn’t seen most of the movies that inspired him to want to be an actor. 

It was late one night when he opened up to you about doing ballet. You were talking about how much you hated working out, and he said it wasn’t that bad. Eventually it led to him telling you that part of how he stays so fit is because he does ballet and has his whole life. 

That surprised you. Never in a thousand years would you have expected this frat boy to do ballet. 

Now it was a Saturday, which meant you didn’t have a session with Tom that day. It was pouring outside, and your friends were headed to various parties, but you stayed in. One of the many joys of having a single room all to yourself. 

You turned on your fairy lights, put on your favorite the neighborhood playlist and staring outside at the rain. You debated texting Noah, but you decided you wanted to be alone. 

You had your juul, which your friends hated but you couldn’t care less. Smoking made you feel better, and vaping was easy. You were halfway through the bottle all by yourself and the room was spinning. You were lying on the floor, puffing clouds of smoke and watching them swirl above you. 

You didn’t know what time it was when you heard a knock at the door. 

“One second,” you called out over the music and stumbled up to get the door. You opened it, revealing the last person you thought you would find: Tom. 

“Uhm, hi,” he said and was staring at you. Not at your face, however. You were now realizing that were in only your underwear and a tight tank top, and you could see your pierced nipples through the fabric. 

“Hi,” you said, ignoring your outfit and his stares. “Are you fine?” You slurred your words, not speaking good english. “I mean is the homework fine? Do you have an academic question, because I’m not sure how much help I’ll be right now.” 

“Uhm, yeah, no, it can wait until tomorrow.” He said. “Is everything ok?” 

“Yes.” You replied definitively. 

“Do you have a guy in there or something?” He asked. 

“Oh. No. I just needed a night alone. To drink wine.” 

“Yeah, I get that. I’ll leave you to your alone time then. See you tomorrow.” 

“You can come in and hang out if you want.” You said and immediately regretted it. The alcohol had officially taken over your brain and you were no longer in control of your words, and if you couldn’t control your words, you definitely couldn’t stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret, or doing something you’ll regret even more. 

“You’re gonna have to catch up though.” You said, referring to the fact that you were very drunk and Tom was absolutely sober.

“Be right back,” he said with a smile. Soon he returned from his room with his own bottle, and you let him into your room. 

You resumed lying on the floor, staring at the twinkling lights from your ceiling. Thomas drank a few big gulps of his wine before joining you, lying next to you. 

“I wish there were more stars here.” You said with a sigh. “When my family visits Maine in the summertime they cover the sky. Like someone just sprinkled them all over.” 

“We don’t have a lot of stars in London.” Tom said and the two of you were quiet again. 

“What’s ballet like?” You asked. Tom took a second to think before answering. 

“Freeing.” He paused again. “You don’t need to think. The world just slows down for a while. You get lost in the music.” 

There was silence again and Tom kept drinking, trying to catch up to you. You were both incredibly competitive and were trying to finish before the other. 

“I think I would like it.” You said. 

“Why haven’t you tried?” He asked. You braced yourself. 

“I have a heart condition.” You said. No one knew about this except for your three best friends, and Kyle. 

“You do?” He asked, turning on his side so he was facing you. You nodded, still on your back staring at the ceiling. 

“I tried it once. Took a ballet class. I couldn’t even get through the first session.” You forced a laugh, knowing if you really thought about it you would cry. 

“What happened?” “I passed out. It happens when I do too much strenuous activity. My heart can’t pump enough blood to keep my body moving, it basically goes into overdrive and I faint.” 

“That’s scary.” He said. You just shrugged. 

“I’ve gotten good at managing it. I don’t pass out too often now. I know my limits.” 

“Still. I can’t imagine a life where I couldn’t dance.” 

Those words stuck with you. How much had you missed because of this stupid illness? You couldn’t wear heels and had to wear sneakers to your prom. You had to stop playing all the sports you enjoyed. You couldn’t work out with your friends. There were so many things you wish you could do, but couldn’t. 

“I’m used to it.” You replied. It was silent again and you thought about all the boys that you’d pushed away because of this stupid illness. Plenty of times you had passed out during sex, woken back up and once you realized what happened, ghosted the boy. It was so embarrassing. Plenty of times you’d stopped seeing a boy because he suggested a date you couldn’t do, like hiking or going for a bike ride. 

And then there was the fear of dying. You didn’t normally talk about it, and why would you? It wasn’t cancer, you didn’t have a number of days left to live. It was arguably scarier than that. There was always the chance you could push yourself too far, do too much, and your heart would just give out. 

“Didn’t you dance at the delt party? With Max?” Tom asked.

“Not for very long. And it wasn’t incredibly strenuous.” You replied.

“I’m sorry you have to live with that.” He said. You believed him. He truly sounded like he was sorry. You didn’t respond. 

Silence filled the room, but you didn’t mind. It was comfortable. You both slowly sipped your wine, looking at the lights. You saw Tom stealing glances at you, but you pretended you didn’t notice. 

“Can I ask you something?” Tom asked. You nodded. He was looking at you, but you didn’t look back at him. “Did you… did you ever sleep with Noah?” “No.” You said, still not looking at him. 

“Why not?” 

“Dunno. Wasn’t in the mood I guess.” “It seemed like you were.”

“Yeah well. I spent two years doing the one night stand thing. I guess it’s not really for me anymore.” He didn’t respond to that. “Don’t you ever get tired of it?” You asked. You finally turned on your side, your faces inches away and his eyes staring into yours. 

“Tired of what?” 

“You know, all the girls. Never the same one twice, never a meaningful connection. Don’t you ever crave something more?”

“Yeah, but that’s not happening yet.” 

“Why not?” 

“Haven’t found the right person.” He said. You laughed. 

“I guess it would take a very special girl to make the Tom Holland give up his playboy lifestyle.” He smiled.

“I guess. I don’t think it would be a difficult choice. When the right person comes along, it’s as easy as breathing. You never get scared to share parts of yourself with them, even the dark parts.”

“Are you secretly a big softie?” 

“I guess. But if you tried to tell anyone that they'd never believe you.” 

“You’re probably right.” It was silent for a while and you looked down, getting anxious about the eye contact. 

“Have you ever been in love?” he asked. 

“I don’t think so.” You said after thinking about it. “I thought I was at one point, but like you said, when it’s the right person it’s supposed to be easy. Nothing in my life has ever really been easy before.” 

It was quiet again, and you were enjoying the silences. 

“Have you?” You asked. He took a deep breath before answering. 

“I think so. I thought I was in love last year, but it wasn’t love. I was infatuated with her but she didn’t really… get me. Or care to get to know me.” 

“So if you didn’t love her, who do you love?” You pried. 

“You don’t know her.” 

“Tell me about her then.” He turned back onto his back and folded his hands over his chest, staring at the lights. 

“When she smiles it makes my heart beat faster. I’d do anything just to see her smile. She likes to dress up, but I like it when she dresses down. She’s incredibly smart, so smart it blows me away. I love talking to her. About anything and everything. Her mind… it works differently than anyone else I’ve ever met. She’s beautiful but that’s not the part of her that blows me away the most.”

“Well it sounds like love to me. Why aren’t you with this girl?” 

“She doesn’t really notice me.” “What do you mean?” “I mean… I mean she doesn’t really see me. She sees me as a person, but she doesn’t see any possibility of us being anything more than… friends.” 

“You don’t know that.” You replied. “Maybe she likes you, she’s just too scared to say.” 

“If you were me, would you tell the girl how you feel?” You bit your lip. You wanted to be the one tom confessed his feelings for, but you knew you weren’t. 

You sat up. “You should go tell her.” You said and stumbled as you tried to stand. 

“Woah,” Tom said, quickly getting up and placing his hands on your waist, steadying you. He led you to your bed and sat you down. 

“I’m fine, really. Just drunk. You should go tell that girl you love her. It’s raining. Very romantic.” 

“What’s the rush?”

“I-” You said before the world went black. 

* * * 

“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?” You heard a voice say. You opened your eyes and saw kind brown ones staring back at you. Tom’s face was inches from yours, and his eyebrows were scrunched together in concern. 

“Wha…”

“You passed out.” He said. You were lying on your bed and sat up, scooting back so your back was against the headboard, and pulled your knees into your chest. 

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked. You wrapped your arms around your legs and hid your face in your knees. 

“I’m embarrassed,” you mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, love, I didn’t quite catch that.” 

“I’m embarrassed.” You said after picking your head up again. Tom saw the tears that were streaming down your face. 

“Why? There’s no reason to be embarrassed, it’s just me.” 

“Still,” you said and the sob caught in your throat. “You should go.”

Rather than listening to your command, Tom scooted over so he was sitting next to you, his back pressed against the headboard as well. 

“I’m good here.” He said and wrapped his arm around you tentatively. “Let me be here for you. Please.” 

“Why?” You asked and looked up at him. 

“We’re friends, Y/N. I mean, I never expected us to get as close as we are, but I care about you. Let me stay with you.” 

“You don’t have to,” you replied. 

“I want to. Why don’t we put on a movie.” He suggested and pulled your laptop onto his lap. You pulled up disney plus and started playing the first movie that popped up, the Lion King. 

You felt the tiredness take over your whole body. Episodes did that to you. You felt yourself involuntarily curling up next to Tom, loving the warmth he provided. 

“Tommy,” you muttered sleepily. “You’re a good friend.” You thought you saw him wince, but it must’ve just been your imagination. You were exhausted, after all. 

“You’d do the same for me. If you really want to kick me out, I’ll go, but I’m more than happy to stay here until you fall asleep if you’re comfortable with that.” You nodded, your eyes dropping shut and you nuzzled yourself further into his chest. 

“Y/N,” he said, “You’re shivering. Let me grab you a sweatshirt.” He tried to get up but you grabbed his shirt, keeping him where he was. 

“No, don’t, you’re keeping me warm.” You mumbled. He gave a soft chuckle. 

“Hold on,” he said. He pulled the blankets back so he was under them. He pulled the sweatshirt over his head. “Arms up.” He commanded. Your eyes were half closed, but you obliged and felt the large warm sweatshirt around your body. 

“Better?” He asked with a quiet laugh. You nodded and snuggled next to him again, intertwining your legs and curling up against his now bare chest. 

You were almost completely asleep but you could’ve swore you felt him kiss your forehead and whisper “Good night, my love.” 

[mrs-hollandstan]

Hi! Can you write something about mob!tom being on a meeting but then his children, boy and girl, twins, barge into the room saying that their teacher praised them because they did a good job when they wrote about their dad and maybe they read him their essay!!

I just changed it to a drawing instead of an essay cause ughhhh it's so cuteeeeeee.

"Alright so then... we're going to have to get around the back. Harrison, Winston, you're going to have to-" Tom looks up from his finger on a plan on the table, his feet kicked up as the doors shake. He frowns when they do it again before the knob turns and he can only see mops of brown curls rushing towards him. His face relaxes when you step into the doorway, bottle held to the four month old baby boy in your arms' lips. You shrug,

"They couldn't wait... they have something to tell you." He nods, dismissing his men for a moment with a wave of his hand. They hurry from the room as Tom turns to the little ones beside him, leaning in to see Mila and Finn's little pudgy faces bouncing up and down,

"Did you just interrupt daddy's meeting? I think this calls for tickles." You smile when the little ones squeal as they're drug into his chair with him, squirming and giggling. You walk further into the room, closing the doors behind you as Tom always tells you to. He sighs, stroking over their hair,

"Alright... now that you've gotten a thorough punishment, what do we need?" He looks to Finn when he holds up a crumpled piece of paper. Tom purses his lips before taking it,

"And what's this?"

"Issa drawing we did daddy. Miss Martin said we did a good job and when we had to go up for show and tell we showed this and told the class about you daddy." Tom looks up with worry in his eyes as Mila snuggles into him. You give him a reassuring smirk and shake your head, watching as his eyes go back to the little girl nuzzled at his side.

"Yeah? What'd you say?"

"We told dem what you tell us. Daddy's a businessman who provides for our family. He gives us food and water and shelter, and he gives us baths and cuddles and hugs and kisses." Tom can feel the lump in his throat rise as Mila speaks, clutching to the soft silk of his shirt. He strokes her hair behind her ear,

"Yeah... and did she ask what daddy does?" She nods, eyes fluttering when Tom nears them,

"And what did you say?"

"Daddy works for a fish factory on the pier." Finn says. Tom really hates himself for coming up with that as an excuse, but he does work on the pier. And some of the shipment boxes are in tuna crates. So he has lied to your children. Because they wouldn't understand. They're too young. Walking through the long room to stand sit on the table just before Tom and your two oldest kids, you smile,

"She was very proud of the two of you huh?" They both nod as Tom kisses Finn's temple,

"Yeah... tell daddy what she said." Mila gasped,

"She said we must have a great daddy to raise such good babies."

"Miss Martin said that?" Tom asks dramatically. Mila nods, big brown eyes staring up into her daddy's. He smiles,

"You know why daddy's great?" He pinches her chin and then Finn's cheek. The both of them shake their heads and Tom smiles, looking up at you,

"Because your mummy is an amazing woman. She keeps daddy in check and tells him if he's wrong and all. Your mummy and the three of you, the two of you and your baby brother are what keep me humble. So if I'm an amazing daddy it's because of the four of you." Both of them smile when Tom does and Tom drags them both in, kissing their cheeks and nuzzling his face in Finn's neck. He looks up, past you,

"DIMITRI... WILL..." The two men open the door,

"Yes boss?"

"Find me a frame... go buy one if you can't. Letter size for the kids drawing." They both nod before leaving the room again. You smile down at him,

"Where are you gonna put this one?"

"My office. This drawing got high marks love. Look at that... even little Benji is in it." You smile, looking to the little scribble of a baby in your arms with Finn's unmistakable letters spelling out Ben above it. You nod,

"Pay a lot of attention to detail. I reckon you have little artists on your hands Mr. Holland." He smiles, leaning into your kiss gently. Sitting up straighter, he kisses Ben's forehead,

"You and your siblings are gonna do amazing things." Your smile widens as you watch Tom kiss the older children in his lap,

"I'm gonna take you out to dinner tonight for celebration okay? Go with mumma and think about what you wanna eat okay?" Both pairs of eyes widen and their heads nod as you stand. They scurry from his lap after kissing him, headed down the hall before you. You sigh and stand from the desk. He smiles up at you,

"Got any idea for dinner?"

"They're gonna want pizza. That little place with all the games. They'll want their daddy to play with them. Get them tickets and win them prizes." He hums,

"So that's where we'll go." He rests his hand at your lower back when you lean in to kiss him again. His finger strokes Ben's little cheek,

"You want more kids?" You click your tongue,

"I dunno. As proud as I am with our three... we could have a whole gaggle of little proteges." He chuckles,

"If they continue to look like their mumma, I'm into it. And... if the process of making them stays the same... don't know why it wouldn't... definitely more babies." You smile,

"We'll see you in a few hours daddy." He rubs his mouth,

"I love you."

"I love you more." He smiles,

"Send the boys back in please." You agree before leaving the door open a crack. Soon his men are piling in again, but Tom is preoccupied, eyes trained on a crack in the table. He's wondering how he got so lucky. With you, a shy little woman who's now so confident and has given birth to three of his beautiful babies and is willing to do it again at least once.

"You okay?" Harrison asks. Tom nods, blinking away the mini daydream,

"Yeah... yeah, I uhh... I uhm... I'm just thinking. Let's get back to it. I got places to be." Harrison nods before quieting the men, Tom's mind still on you and your family and how much he loved you.

[crazedlunatic]

“Sick Day”

“So… uhm… I can’t come to work today.”

“…Why not?”

Blaine scowled at his cell phone, hearing Bob’s voice.

“Uh because I might be… uhm… drunk?” Blaine tilted his head, staring at his phone.

“You might be… drunk?” Bob repeated.

“Yeah I thought it was juice and… well, it was juice…” Blaine hiccuped. “But, yeah… they didn’t tell me… yeah. Did you have a good night?”

“Blaine. I need you to focus. Did you have any trials today?”

“I dunno. You know, it just tasted good and I’m kinda dumb when it comes to alcohol but I didn’t know it was alcohol but, Bob, it was….” Blaine then whispered, “Alcohol.”

“Where is Kurt?”

“Kurt?”

“Your husband, Kurt. The guy that’s taller than you and makes outfits for a living?”

“Oh! Oh, yeah. He went to work…” Blaine paused and then added, “He’s not drunk, though.”

“Does he know  you are?”

“I gotta go puke now, Bob. Bob? Robert? Bobbert? What did they put in this? Oh my God.” Blaine hung up his phone and began puking into the toilet.

Because, yeah, his sons might be born in four days… but here he was drunk.

Why did he want juice at six in the morning anyway?

He heard the front door open and called, “Kurt, I did something stupid!”

Bob walked into the bathroom, looking some mixture of annoyed and amused.

“Hey!” Blaine said cheerfully. “Is it time for you to be home from work already? Did I fall asleep?”

“Oh, Blaine.” Bob cringed, flushed the toilet, and eased Blaine into a standing position.

“Did you know that once when I got drunk, I totally stole a car and got arrested? Super Trooper was an asshat but I like Matt. He’s just a Matt-hat.”

“I seem to recall something like that. How much did you drink?”

“All of it ‘cause it tasted really good. Kurt didn’t know ‘cause I fell asleep and then I woke up and I think I’m still kinda drunk ‘cause there’s two of  you… do you have a twin? Did I know you had a twin?”

“For someone so smart, you sure are pretty oblivious.” Bob sighed, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Blaine’s waist seconds before he would have fallen on the floor.

“Yeah. David’s mom says I’m perfect anyway, though. She’s nice.” Blaine let out a content little sigh. “Did I tell you I think I’m drunk?”

“Oh, you are definitely drunk. There is no ‘think’ about it, Blaine. How did you not know you were drinking alcohol?”

“’Cause I have a sinus infection and couldn’t spell it. Smell it? No, spell it.”

Bob sat Blaine on the couch.

Blaine gasped. “Hey, did you know I got married last month? I almost forgot but I saw my ring. I like Kurt.”

“I was there. I gave a speech. Remember?”

“I don’t know my middle name right now. Was it nice?”

“Your middle name?”

“No. The speech.”

“… What did you drink?”

“I dunno.” Blaine shrugged.

“You stay right there.” Bob went into the kitchen.

Blaine, of course, followed him.

“Blaine.” Bob sighed grabbing an unlabeled and very empty bottle.

“See? Didn’t know! I thought it was juice.”

“… You drank the whole thing?”

“It just kept tasting better and better.”

“You weren’t joking about being a lightweight since your DUI, were you?”

Blaine’s eyes widened in horror. “You know about that?”

“Blaine, I’m pretty sure I know everything about you.”

Blaine looked at him. “Do you know my favorite position?”

“Pos—what? No!”

“Well then you don’t know everything but if you want full disclosure—”

“There are some lines you just can’t go back from, Blaine—”

“They’re both awesome.” Blaine finished. “What did you say?”

“I have never had to take care of Charlie or Brady hung over. This is payback for that fucking alpaca.”

“Did you know that’s like a camel but so is a llama but not a goat. Also, goats have weird eyes. And my uncle had a goat but it’s foot fell off and then it died. Wait. You have an alpaca?”

“Yes, Blaine. It’s in my backyard.” Bob said sarcastically.

Blaine turned in the direction of the door.

“Blaine, I don’t have an alpaca!” Bob called when he heard it open.

“Well, why’d you go and lie?”

Bob came back into the living room as he pulled out his phone, seeing Blaine attempting to take his shoe off.

“Whatcha doing?” Blaine grunted, looking up.

“Hey, Ryan… No, I’m not coming in. Blaine isn’t either… Because he’s fucking plastered. Yes, Blaine Anderson… Anderson-Hummel, whatever. He’s shitfaced and didn’t even know he was drinking alcohol… this early in the morning.”

“Hi, Ryan!” Blaine called.

“He says hi.” Bob sighed.

Blaine got the most adorable look on his face that Bob had probably ever seen… that wasn’t on a toddler or baby, at least.

Which Blaine pretty much was at the moment.

“Okay. Bye… yeah, don’t tell anyone. Well, it may cheer Adrian up but don’t tell anyone else… no, I’m not going to send a picture.”

“I WILL!” Blaine called, grabbing his phone and sending Ryan a selfie.

“Have fun? Ha.” Bob hung up.

Blaine sat up straight on the couch, blinking at Bob.

“Gotta throw up?”

“Nope.” Blaine shook his head, his short curls bouncing.

Bob sat next to him, shaking his own head.

“Am I going to get a write up?”

“No, Blaine.” Bob laughed. “You’re getting a sick day.”

Blaine gave one small nod, looking thoughtful.

“What?”

“Do you ever think you made the wrong choice?” Blaine sat up straight, looking at Bob with wide hazel eyes.

“Wrong choice?”

“Being a lawyer. I know you did it because your dad wanted you to.”

“There are times I thought I did and other times I think I’m right where I’m supposed to be… but I think that’s everyone.” Bob said slowly. “The good thing about being young is that if you want to, you can still change your mind and get a graduate degree in anything you want to do. You’ve got that money to help out.”

“No.” Blaine shook his head, frowning. “I don’t want to do that. I want to be a lawyer.”

“You should do what makes you feel fulfilled.”

“I think it does.” Blaine sighed and rubbed his face.

“What is this really about?”

“I don’t know how to be a dad.” Blaine’s voice was so soft Bob almost thought he’d made the words up in his head.

“What do you mean?”

“What if I end up like my dad? I mean, nobody expects to end up like that but—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Blaine.” Bob said sternly.

Blaine sighed.

“Do you want to know a little secret?” Bob asked, relaxing against the back of the couch. He then raised his arm up and pulled Blaine towards him.

“Sure.” Blaine sighed again, rubbing his cheek and leaning against Bob.

“Nobody knows how to be a dad or a mom or even a grandparent. It’s not like a switch turns on… you just stumble and hope for the best.” Bob said, ruffling Blaine’s curls.

“Yeah but most people have a good example. My dad was shitty.”

“You don’t need a good dad to be an example of how to be a good father. You just love and accept them no matter what, give them the best you can within your means, and you pick them up when they fall… and try not to lose your temper too much.” Bob said.

“Yeah well David and Wes learned from their dads. Kurt will know from his dad.”

“You know, Blaine… you’re pretty lucky. Your parents may be shit but you’ve also got a lot of other adults in your life that gave you good examples. Your friends’ parents, Kurt’s dad…”

“And you.” Blaine pointed out.

“All any of those people or I did was try and that’s what matters. Try to be there for your babies and do your best. Nobody would ask more from you.” Bob leaned down, kissing the top of Blaine’s head.

“I really wish you were my dad.” Blaine sighed and rubbed his cheek.

“I really wish that too, Blaine. And just so we’re clear—and by we, I mean you— I consider you as much my son as I do Charlie, Brady, Sam, and Miles.” Bob pulled back a bit to look at him, his voice gentle. “And I love you just as much as them and I would do anything for you just like I would do for them.”

Blaine nodded, making eye contact.

“I’m not just saying it.”

“I know.” Blaine bit his lip. “It’s hard to get used to, I guess.”

“Well you’ve got until I die to get used to it and the doctor says I’m healthy, so that gives you a while.”

Blaine smiled a bit.

“Just be you, Blaine. Your sons couldn’t ask for a better father… and you’ll learn what you don’t know. You and Kurt will have all sorts of help too. Especially from Sarah and I. Okay?”

Blaine nodded although he didn’t look convinced.

“I love you, Blaine, and I won’t let you fuck up.” Bob made eye contact again.

“I love you too.” Blaine said. He’d heard it from Bob a lot, but this was the first time he’d said it back.

“I know.” Bob looked surprised but ruffled his hair again and pulled him close. “You should get some sleep before the hangover sets in.”

Blaine nodded and sat up. “Did I tell you that when I was fifteen and sixteen I sang at theme parks for money?”

Bob let out a loud laugh. “How much money did you make?”

“Not enough for the embarrassment honestly.” Blaine leaned against him again, smiling a bit.

Bob ran his hand up and down Blaine’s back, hoping he would fall asleep.

“Bob?” Blaine sat up.

“Yes, Blaine?”

“Can… Would it be weird if our kids think you… are my dad?”

“No, Blaine… but you better start getting me a Father’s Day present.”

Blaine laughed and relaxed against him again. “Do socks count?”

“Can I take that back?” Bob grinned.

Blaine let out a loud hiccup and then glared at Bob. “That was rude.”

“Has anyone ever told you I was nice?” Bob gave him a look.

“I think you’re nice… to me?” Blaine attempted a sweet face.

“I will only accept socks from you, Blaine.”

“Good because that’s clearly all I can afford.”

Bob rolled his eyes and gave Blaine a squeeze.

[juminsmysticmc]

When you can. can you do RFA with the duo with an Albanian MC also apparently some people didn’t know we exist T_T

RFA + Minor Duo with an Albanian MC 

Hi dear, it’s not that some people didn’t know that you exist, it’s just that none requested….I think the request came from people, who have another culture….for example, a Brazilian fan request a Brazilian Mc, an Italian one requested an Italian Mc and so on….So perhaps no Albanian Fan requested for it >.

Jumin 

Somewhere in Seoul there was a shop, which was your favorite. 

You went there since you were a teenager, being left out for being a foreigner. 

Jumin didn‘t know that you were an Albanian. 

He just found out when the two of you went to that very shop. 

You began to talk to the shop owner, told her that Jumin Han was your husband and that you loved him. 

Jumin however didn’t understand anything. 

,,merrni këtë me ju“ she told you which meant to take this with you. 

You thanked her and left the shop. 

Afterwards Jumin smiled at you. 

,,Why are you laughing?“ you asked him. 

,,Because you learned another language!“ he praised you. 

,,Well I‘m Albanian but I never told someone and hid it because I was bullied...“ you told him. 

,,I see…“ he mumbled and took your hand. 

,,Let’s make sure that something like this won’t happen ever again, my love…“ he mumbled and kissed you. 

You were really lucky that Jumin was the first one in your life accepting you the way you were. 

Zen 

You simply loved the Albanian TV Series. 

The thing you loved the most was that you could understand everything without any subs like other people. 

But every time something happened to the lead character, you had a phase where you could only curse. 

In that moment Zen came home, surprised by your screams he asked you what you just said. 

,,What?!“ you mumbled and paused. 

,,I said ,,Shko te djalli që je idiot“ which means go to hell idiot.“ you explained and just noticed that you cursed in Albanian. 

,,Oh, I guess you didn’t know Zenny, I‘m Albanian!“ you giggled. 

,,What?!“ he yelled.

,,Why didn’t you tell me! And there I wonder why you looked so good!“ he whined and kissed your face. 

,,Enjoy your TV, I don’t understand anything…“

Yoosung 

,,MC!’’ he whined and came rushing to you. 

,,Yeah?’’ you asked him and looked at him. 

,,My pite me mish looks horrible!’’ he whined. 

You looked at the Pite with meat and smiled, you remembered how you first tried to cook your mothers food. 

,,Do you want to eat real Albanian food?’’ you asked him and he gave you a nod as a response. 

You smiled and in the next moment the doorbell rang. 

You chuckled and opened the door. 

In the next moment ten people entered your house. 

,,Mc, who are they…?’’ he asked you and noticed that they looked like you. 

,,Well, that’s my mother Ajkuna, my dad Aleksander my sister Afrodita her husband Cemi my brother Albian and his wife Emina my second brother Samir, my little sister Fatmire and the little twins Ndrita & Sindi, Emina and Albian’s children.’’ you told him and smiled. 

Too many names but as soon as you all sat around the table and ate a dish together Yoosung could get to know them better. 

Jaehee 

,,I am Albanian.“ she told you. 

,,Oh! Really? I didn’t notice! Why don’t you wear a headscarf?“ she asked you. 

,,Well, just because I‘m Albanian I‘m not Muslim.“ you noticed that Jaehee didn’t really understand. 

,,I‘m sorry, I didn’t want to make your -“ 

,,I‘m not angry. I‘m happy that you show interest in my culture and religion.“ you told her honestly and began to tell her a few things. 

,,Për të mirë!“ you let her say and answered with ,,ty gjithashtu!“ which meant you too for wishing a good dish. 

,,Mc, let‘s do this while we‘re really eating!“ she laughed. 

,,Okay, are you okay with Pasul?“ you asked her. 

,,Surprise me, dear!“ 

Jaehee was really excited to get to know you better. 

Saeyoung 

,,LOLOL’’ he laughed and looked at you. 

,,What?’’ you snapped. 

,,Well, you don’t look like an Albanian at all even through you were born there!’’ he laughed. 

,,And so what?!’’ you yelled. 

,,Nothing…I just bet that I can talk better in your language than you actually!’’ he laughed and made a bet. 

,,Let’s see…’’ you chuckled. 

And Saeyoung had to admit defeat, he lost. 

,,I need to become better…’’ he mumbled and sowed you two tickets for Macedonia. 

Your eyes began to shine as soon as you read your hometowns name. 

The two went there on the next day, you immediately visited your family to show them how happy you were with your future husband. 

,,Mc….I think I don’t want to eat anything for the next 100 years…’’ he mumbled as your grandma gave him his third plate of food. 

She just didn’t give up on giving him food. 

,,That’s respectful here, they give you a lot of food to show you how nice they are to the guests…!’’ you whispered and smiled.  

Saeran 

,,I have to confess something…’’ you mumbled and looked at him. 

,,Yeah?’’ he asked you without looking up. 

,,My mom is sleeping over for the next week.’’ you confessed. 

,,Okay, and now?’’ he asked you as if it was something normal. 

,,Well, she can’t talk Korean…I’m Albanian.’’ you told him and made him finally look up. 

,,Oh, why didn’t you tell me?’’ he asked you, making you blush. 

,,I dunno…’’ you whispered. 

Saeran looked down again and went on with the work he was doing. 

,,I don’t have a problem with it…on the other side I would like you to teach me some things about your culture…I don’t know why you kept this as a secret.’’ he told you and looked a bit disappointed. 

You hugged him and whispered something in his ear 

,,What did this mean?’’ he asked you. 

,,That I love you….’’

Jihyun 

,,Uhm….’’ you mumbled while speaking Korean with him. 

He had to chuckle at your sweet face. 

He loved the fact that you weren’t Korean but Albanian. 

He wanted to learn your language to support you a bit more. 

After all your eyes began to shine so beautiful whenever you called your mom and talked to her over the phone. 

And he actually noticed how much easier Hangul was than speaking Korean. 

He decided to research a lot about your culture and you supported him. 

Whenever you just said a dish’s name, you would cook it, thinking that he wanted to eat it. 

But that’s what he loved so much about your personality! 

,,You are the perfect grua…!’’ 

,,And you the perfect husband…!’’

MASTERLIST 1MASTERLIST 2

23.01.’19// 21:28 MEST

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[resurrectionlily]

Old Roommate convos with Ashlee 2015-2018. Miss her!

Roommate: Do you think the reason no one hit on you tonight was that people thought we were a couple. Megan: I think it might have more to do with the fact that I was singing along to all the party songs the DJ was playing and dancing around your chair with kitty paws.

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 (My roommate, everyday) Ashlee: can we get an alpaca. Megan: no. Ashlee: why not? Megan: where could we keep it? Ashlee: in the back yard. - Ashlee: can we get an otter. Megan: no. Ashlee: why not? Megan: where would we keep it? Ashlee: in the bathtub? Megan: where would we shower? - Ashlee: can we get a pet fox. Megan: no. Ashlee: you never let me get nothing!

-

Roommate: Remember that weird sexual thing you were talking to me about a few weeks ago? Megan [not looking up from computer] I say a lot of weird shit, you'll have to be more specific.

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Megan: Like my sides hurt and my fingers hurt and my wrists hurt. Ashlee: Well, you're sick. Megan: I hate it! Ashlee: That's life. Megan: Well I also hate that!

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Roommate: what's this word? Megan: (looks at crossword puzzle briefly) Strap? Roommate: ah! Megan: what's this game? I wanna play. Roommate: word a lot. Megan: like sir mix a lot. (Tries to type in sir word a lot in to search bar) I like big words and I can not lie. Ahhhhhh fuck me up. Roommate: (laughing at me, goes up stairs to her boyfriend) it was strap. Her boyfriend: seriously?! Megan: what??? he couldn't figure it out either??? Her boyfriend: nope. Megan: HAHA! I am so smart.

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Me: [sees attractive person and makes an audible gasp] Roommate: What is wrong. Me: That. I want that for Christmas. Roommate: [laughter] - Roommate: [makes eye contact with me] Me: [Poses] ASHLEE THIS IS HOW YOU GET THE GUYS. [Guys come over] Me: [leans over to Roommate] Oh, no...what have I done?

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Roommate: Are you writing about The Flash? Me: I am telling facebook about how you told me they were fictional as if I didn't already know that. Roommate: You could have been a delusional fangirl. Me: [offended] I AM A DELUSIONAL FANGIRL!

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Roommate: I got you A FOX because it looks like you. Megan: (in her room, whispering) Chubby face and looking permanently annoyed...hmmm (loudly) We're practically twins.

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Megan: [staring at her computer with her hands half-covering her eyes] Roommate: You look tired? Megan: I am tired. I need to go to sleep. Why am I still awake? Roommate: Because you're addicted to your computer. Megan: I AM READING BLOGS! I like to read. Roommate: Yeah....on the computer. Megan: I like to read on not-the-computer but that isn't where the blogs are.

-

(My roommate was having a conversation with her boyfriend about my sexuality last night. She was telling me about it today.)

Ashlee: He (Nick) was like, "Wait is she bi?" I said, "Yes and no. She goes for people she has a mental, emotional, and spiritual connection with them doesn't matter if they're white, black...alien." (with mouth full of chicken, points at me with a fork) I could see YOU being with an alien.

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Roommate: You should hear my ringtone it is very violent. (goes to play ringtone and kpop love song starts playing) Megan: Your definition of violent and my definition of violent are wildly different.

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Roommate: My coworker asked me if I was drinking yet because my boyfriend got hurt. I was going to ask you if you would drink in this situation but you drink for any reason. Megan: Truth though.

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Roommate: Do you think the reason no one hit on you tonight was that people thought we were a couple. Megan: I think it might have more to do with the fact that I was singing along to all the party songs the DJ was playing and dancing around your chair with kitty paws.

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[Watching a TV show with my roommate where two white people are like super white-people dancing to a mariachi band then they cut away to the band.] Ashlee : Is that how you dance? Megan: [offended] NO I HAVE STANDARDS, Ashlee! [The show cuts back to the white people and they are spinning each other around and stomping like godzilla while dancing] Megan: [points at screen] I dance like that. Ashlee: [DYING]

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Me playing Down The Mountain in the quiet darkness:FUCK YOU YOU PEANUT BUTTER JELLY DOUCHEBAG! Roommate: [uncontrollable laughter from the next room]

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Me: [in sing song voice to my dog] Nubie I hate when you do that it makes me feel really sad, no don’t do that. [dog starts barking] I don’t know why you’re barking, please shut up, Anubisssss do you know that you can be an asshole? Here comes the cat please don’t chase her… well fuck youuuu thanks for knocking over my laptop.

Roommate: [uncontrollable laughter]

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Me, playing the Skyrim: I am not following this fucker around right now, I have to go to work I don’t have time to kill this dude everyone will hate me if I kill this dude. God damn, why did I become an assassin/good guy/imperial/werewolf? NOTHING ABOUT ME MAKES SENSE! I am having an existential crisis about a video game.

Roommate: [uncontrollable laughter]

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Roommate: I don’t understand this usps verification thing? Megan: Bring it to me, I understand all the mail. Roommate: Look at all these coupons they sent through (tosses them on my bed and starts going through them) Oh my god, I am turning into you. Megan: I can’t make it rain 100s, so I make it rain coupons.

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Ashlee: I want chicken fingers!!!! Megan: Well let's go get you some chicken fingers. Ashlee: Where are there chicken fingers? Megan: Uhm every restaurant up and down this road. Ashlee: Not Taco Bell. Megan: They have taco fingers! Ashlee: ? Megan: Burritos! Hahahahahahahahah

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[I am reading critiques drunk. Ashlee comes into my room.] Megan: I almost posted on your wall, "Let's go get sheetz." Ashlee: Do you wanna go to sheetz? Megan: No, I am just drunk. [hold wine glass up to face] I wish my wine had a straw. [pretends to suck at a fake straw and Ashlee is laughing] I am going to die alone. Ashlee: Do you want me to buy a body pillow and put a man on it for you. Megan: Ash, I'm lonely and drunk not weird and desperate.

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Ashlee: I got bit. Megan: Probably a spider. Ashlee: [tries to shoot web from hands] Ashlee: ...Nope. Megan: I mean, they're not radioactive.

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Megan: Ashhhhh my nose is all stuffy. Ashlee: Why? Megan: I dunno, from the weather and like turning the heat down, I guess. Ashlee: Yeah, probably. Use your oil diffuser. Megan: I guess, I might have something that will help. [looks at oils that came with her diffuser] Yeah, they gave me eucalyptus and peppermint. I could use those. Ashlee: See, I knew you had something weird like that.

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Megan: You have a lot of good things going for you that are in your favor. First of all, you have a degree in education. Ashlee: AH! I do! Don't I? (Laughing while eating thin mints) Megan: Did you forget? Ashlee: Yeah! You just reminded me.

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Megan: I was thinking of getting us a wall mounted tv. Ashlee: What about the cat? Megan: If it is mounted well it'll be fine. Ashlee: Are we going to have someone mount it for us because if we do it... Megan: Do you know anyone who can mount things well, Ashlee? Ashlee: (laughing) That sounded wrong in my head. Megan: It sounded wrong to me too, that is why I said it.

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Megan: I bought us this kit full of nails and screws. So we can nail and screw things. Ashlee: I already do that. Megan: (with toothbrush in mouth) Well, I don't! Megan: Ahaha, SICK BURN to myself!

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Megan: I boiled some water, do you want some tea? Ashlee: No, I don't like your mint tea, it reminds me of gum. Megan: Okay, do you want some of your tea. Ashlee: No. Megan: Well, the water is still hot if you want some. Ashlee: Like you. Megan: [weird 1950's mom voice] Oh, shush you, you're such a flirt. Nick: [turns around from washing dishes] WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO? Ashlee: NOTHING! Megan: Yeah, Nick we're just flirting and shit, god.

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Ashlee: (comes out her bedroom) Hey.. Megan, I need to talk to you about something... Megan: (playing Pokemon) what? Do you need condoms? Her boyfriend: (obnoxious laughter) Ashlee: NO! I wanted to tell you about my day!

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(Watching Sense and Sensibility for a class discussion.)

Ashlee: Sounds sappy and stupid. Megan: Well it is based off a classic romance novel from the 1800s, not sure what you are expecting from it. Ashlee: It sounds boring. Megan: Well, I mean, I watched these girls get fucked around with by assholes for the past two hours and I am finally being rewarded with a character's wedding to a non asshole so..

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Ashlee: [sees Megan cuddling with a pillow on her bed looking angry] What's wrong? Megan: [into pillow] I'm lonely and I hate it. Ashlee: Do you want to cuddle with my panda head. Megan: [looks up] ...I'm good.

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Ashlee: You're down here on your computer, I am up there watching videos of Korean people I think are hot. Megan: I am also making FOREVER ALONE soup. Our lives are so sad. We really gotta go out and meet people. This is stupid. Ashlee: We went to the store last night. Megan: I mean, that is true, good for us. Though, not many people to meet in the produce isle at the Mentor Giant Eagle at 10:30 on Wednesday. Ashlee: Well this one guy was following me when I ran off by myself.

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Megan to Ashlee: You're not a child. Children don't pay rent that is why I don't have any.

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Megan: Come look at this thing I found on the internet. Ashlee: [comes into my room] Did you do your homework? Megan: I am, I am two paragraphs into this story. Ashlee: Do your homework! Megan: I am. Ashlee: No, you're messing around on the internet! Do your homework! Megan: [screaming turkey noises] Ashlee: [screaming turkey noises] DO IT! Megan: [whispering turkey noises]

[ryqoshay]

How to Handle a Nico: Warmth

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~1k Rating: K Time Frame: Autumn of Maki’s 1st year and Nico’s 3rd year in high school Story Arc: Stand Alone

List of all HtHaN scenes

Author’s Note: Two adorable NicoMaki pics showed up on my dash a few weeks back and both caused me to add to my collection of notes for HtHaN. This scene was inspired by the second pic.

“S-So cold!” Nico uttered as she stepped out onto the roof just in time for a gust of wind to cause her to shiver. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it snowed.”

“You’re always cold, Nico-chan.” Rin laughed, barreling past her before skipping over to Hanayo.

“Maybe you should have brought a blanket.” Maki stated, also moving past the shorter girl.

“What good would that do?” Nico retorted.

“You could huddle under it in the corner.”

“But I can’t practice like that.”

The younger girl merely shrugged before moving towards her fellow first years.

“You’ll warm up once we start practice.” Nozomi offered from nearby.

“Easy for you to say.” Nico grumbled. “You have more… mass to keep you warm.” She glared jealously at her fellow third year.

The spiritual girl laughed. “And you have less against which the wind can blow.”

“It does seem cooler than one might expect for this time of year.” Kotori commented. “But I’m sure Nozomi-chan is right.” She caught the raven-haired girl’s scowl. “About practice, I mean.” She clarified.

“I hope so…” Nico muttered, rubbing her hands against her arms in a futile attempt to warm them.

“Alright, everyone’s here!” Umi called. “Let’s stretch!”

“You alright, Nico-chan?” Honoka asked her senior, feeling the smaller girl shudder against her as they stretched.

“It’s f-freezing…” Nico chattered a reply.

“Is it?” The second year blinked.

“You’re not c-cold?”

“I was this morning.” The orange-haired girl admitted. “I hate getting out from the warm covers in the morning. But then I get all warmed up again when Mom makes hot cocoa and even heats up some of my favorite bread for breakfast. It’s so awesome and…”

Honoka kept talking, but Nico mostly tuned her out, only replying with the occasional, single syllable. If nothing else, at least the second year was warm and Nico was able to leech some heat from her.

Nozomi was wrong.

Even after almost an hour of Umi’s rigorous routine, Nico still felt chilled. Everyone else seemed fine, or at least nobody else was complaining. Maybe she was coming down with something? That wouldn’t be good. Her mother was working a lot this week and Nico had been scrambling home after practice to make dinner every night. Being sick would put a damper on that.

When Umi finally called break, Nico trudged towards her bag with the intent of retrieving a towel. She had worked up a bit of a sweat and wanted rid of it as the chilly autumn breezes were making her colder by the moment.

“Wh-what?!” She cried as green cloth suddenly surrounded her, and with it, the warmth of another body. Out of the corner of her eye, Nico caught a glimpse of red hair. “M-Maki-chan?”

The first year froze in place, halting both of their movements. “W-w-wait!” Maki spluttered after a moment of stiff silence. “I d-did that wrong! I meant…  just… blanket… uhm… just a moment…”

Nico felt the other girl start to pull away, her arms opening to allow the cold back in. The twin-tailed girl quickly reached up, grabbed Maki’s hands and pulled them back into position, closing the blanket around them once again.

“N-Nico-chan?” Maki questioned.

“It’s warmer this way.” Nico replied.

“A… A-alright…”

Nico tried to relax into the somewhat awkward embrace as well as will her heart to calm down. Unfortunately, she was wholly unsuccessful in both of her attempts. Maybe it was for the better, as with her heart pounding the way it was, her circulation would be able to soak up and distribute that much more of Maki’s warmth.

“Dwaaa…” a voice cooed from nearby.

“Shut up, Rin.” Nico growled, attempting to kick a water bottle at the cat-like girl. However, as the container was just out of her range, all she managed to do was knock it over, earning a bout of laughter from Rin.

“Nicocchi sure is loved.” Another voice added.

Nico felt Maki’s arms tremble as the redhead started to pull away yet again, but she held fast, unwilling to relinquish the glorious heat.

“Well at least Maki-chan is kind enough to help Nico not be cold instead of just teasing her about it.” Nico replied haughtily.

“That’s what I mean.” Nozomi grinned.

The idol club president stuck out her tongue at the spiritual girl.

“Say, uhm… Nico-chan…” Maki finally spoke after a short while.

“Yeah?”

“Forgive me for asking, but how were you so cold?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You were really warm when I first hu… uhm… put the blanket around you, or uhm, us… I guess.”

“Well we were just practicing.” Nico pointed out. “Geez, Maki-chan, you’re going to be a doctor and you don’t know that people’s bodies get warmer when they exercise?”

“O-of course I know that!” Maki protested before pausing and lowering her voice again. “I know that, but still, I’ve noticed it before as well, whenever you… get all clingy with me.”

“Hmmm…” Old memories came to Nico’s mind. “I think a few other people have mentioned something similar, now that I think about it.” She shrugged. “I dunno, maybe Nico just runs warm?”

“But if you run warm, why are you cold?”

“I dunno. Maybe you’ll have to look that up some time.” Nico chuckled. “Maybe Maki-chan can write her college thesis on Nico and why she is both hot and cold. But definitely more hot.”

Maki scoffed.

“And sweet and cute and…”

“Idiot.”

“You like it.”

“Maybe…”

“Alright, break time is over!” Umi called. “Are you going to be alright to continue, Nico?” She added with a an expression of honest concern.

“Yup!” The raven-haired girl chirped, bursting out of the blanket with more vigor than she had felt all day. The cool air whipped past again, but she braced herself and didn’t shiver like before. “Nico is ready!”

As the other girls filed into place, Nico took a moment to turn back to her warmth benefactor. “Thanks for that, Maki-chan.”

“You’re welcome, Nico-chan.” A gentle smile formed on the younger girl’s lips. “I’m glad it helped.”

“Though next time Maki-chan wants to share a blanket with Nico, don’t scare her by sneaking up like that.” The older girl’s voice rose in pitch. “Nico is always willing to share with her cute Ma…” she was cut off as the blanket struck her in the face.

Author’s Note Continued: Not 100% happy with Nico’s final line. I may come back later and edit it if I think of something better.

Edit: Also, from my writing timeline, this is not the first time I’ve mentioned Nico running a little on the warm side, but from an in-story perspective, I think it’s the first. I explain some of my reasoning for this headcanon in the notes for Forgiven.

[starsburnouttoo]

boring tag

because of @kitkatdana​

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? I close them, i’m OCD about all the doors in my room.

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? I probably have, honestly don’t remember.

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? I have a sheet too big for my bed so its wrapped around kinda weirdly and never comes undone. (life hack?)

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? No because what would I do with it? I mean, I’d hang up a stop sign on my bedroom door maybe but that might be too cliche?

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES? I like to make small notes and I like to write things out in my notebook but post-it notes specifically? nah, not really.

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? I take the whole page and just rip out the coupon I end up using.

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? Big bear because it’s only one and I feel like they’d be easier to out run than a whole swarm of bees. Also at least with a bear it’s a quicker death, with a swarm of bees I’m not even sure i’d day. 

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? Nope, I have a lot of moles/beauty marks though.

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? I do because I don’t want to look back at a photo and regret the facial expression I made -- it happens a lot surprisingly.

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? I... don’t know? I don’t like when I get blamed for stuff that isn’t my fault? 

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? I don’t actually count but I think about how, like, “this room is only about 20 steps from mine.” and that sort of stuff.

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? No... I don’t go into the woods?

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? I literally do not go in the woods and the few times I have gone camping their were restrooms for this stuff.

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? All the timeeeee I can’t seem to be still, I’ll move from side to side a lot or bob my head or do that shoulder beat thing, ya feel? 

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? So, I chew on those pen caps from those pens that are clear and only have a blue cap? they’re like hard plastic? I feel like they’re in the top 3 most used pens... but I like to chew on those caps specifically, other than that no.

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? Okay so literally slept with only one but like sex? hehe ;) I’m a virgin.

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? twin but that was because I have a bunk bed. i’m buying a queen soon :D

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? Song of the week... uhm... okay so “Trapdoor” by Twenty One Pilots is really good but also “I Hate U I Love U” by Gnash because mood.

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? Yes, honey do what makes you happy. You like the color? wear it. You want to make a point that men can wear pink? do it. You want to support breast cancer? love it. you just couldn’t find another shirt to go with your new jeans? you look so good! I love it, wear the hell out of pink.

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? Actively? No... I watch a lot of anime from time to time, though... which, ya know, animated cartoons are still animated cartoons. Toe-may-toe toe-mah-toe.

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? Least favorite? err I hate every scary movie to have ever existed but I also can’t find it in me to like anything from harry potter, star trek, star wars, lord of the rings.... those series.

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? my grandpa owns two mountains... I won’t say where... you never know if I’ll get treasure worth hiding, my guy.

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? tea, literally any kind of tea.

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? Ketchup, ranch, chick-fil-a sauce... yes.

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? Alright so I’m weird and I really love potato salad, like, no joke, but there was potato salad in my dream last night? I like cereal a lot, its so good, but I would die for oatmeal creme pies... devilled eggs...

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE? Okay any disney movie ever, but to specify I love Beauty and the beast, Mulan, Aladdin, Tangled, Frozen (I only saw it twice so it wasn’t killed for me, I genuinely like the characters), Anastasia.... yeah I like them all.

27. LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU? Ugh okay so my last kiss was in 8th grade and yall know how those middle school relationships are all mistakes right? So yeah, it was this guy who was the pastors son at my church... his name is josh... he’s in college now... yeah. ew.

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT? I went to the first meeting because my brother was going to the boy scouts meeting (he wanted to learn to use a pocket knife and tie cool knots) but the girls just sold cookies and i thought that was lame so... no.

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? I would strip but completely naked? Nah... do I get like a sheet to cover with or something? 

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? Last week... I write thank you cards a lot (not that I give them out a lot because I feel like people would think I’m weird for thanking them for... like... i dunno... loving a similar band to me and having a nice conversation or something.)

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? No but all my brothers can so I don’t need to know... hopefully...

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? nope... because I’m learning to drive still.

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS? uh... no. I haven’t learned how to drive in the time span between this question and the last one.

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH? I really like subway because of their samiches. i couldn’t say any specifics because I like.... like, all sandwiches.

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? okay so breakfast tacos from Dans... oooooor cereal.... ooooooor breakfast tacos in general. oooooor Waffles from Jim’s because they put whipped cream, chocolate chips, chocolate drizzle, etc.

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? my bedtime is 9 but anytime after 6 pm works too... if its later than 10 I’m suicidal.

37. ARE YOU LAZY? If I’m determined to get something done I will do it, just leave me alone and I’ll do it. but if I really just don’t want to do something or don’t care... yes. i’m so so so so lazy.

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? Okay so one year, and keep in mind this is the most embarrassing costume i remember, I dressed up as a party rocker based on the song party rock anthem... because I was extremely crazy about that song when I was like.... 11.

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? I’m a dragon my guy. but like...  hopefully a water dragon or ice dragon or earth dragon.. i don’t wanna be hot headed.

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? English.... and I passed Spanish....

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? I mean... I have none but my household has a ton and I like to take the Mens Health ones because none of my brothers want them and the cover guys are sooooo hot.

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? Legos by a long shot.

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? Nah.. I mean if its a morals thing fuck yeah but if its like... “should we go to chick-fil-a” I’d be like “I kinda want chinese” and the someone would say “but I want chicken” so I’d be like “okay”

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN? Uh... you see.... I like the name Leno better than letterman but i dunno these people?

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS? No dude... like... if I did it would be more ironically... 

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? funny story but one time I thought I would die if I jumped off of the air vent that was outside my house... it’s like 3 feet tall... so yeah... anything above 3 feet scares me I guess. xD

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR? does satan’s name resemble santa’s? 

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? almost alwayyyyyys... if I don;t i’m thinking hard or just in general talking to myself.

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR? Yes. Especially to the good songs. so... a lot.

50. EVER USED A GUN? Yes and i like pistols but the.... whats it called.... the force after you shoot a big gun that makes you jump back... yeah I don’t like that.

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? Okay so... no?

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? I think that certain musicals are borderline obsessive with songs that just don’t go well for a serious mood... like, they’re too cheesy and annoying to be a good romantic song... but a lot of musicals are really well put together too.

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? Ugh, yes. I have 3 separate families to visit okay? Literally there is over 50 people to shop for and that’s not including friends and I’m unemployed so yes. yes it is. 

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? no.. I dunno what that is.

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? pie is so gross but I like the topping of pecan pie.

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? uhhhh I gotta list. here we go: chef, baker, singer, actress, model, pilot, therapist, vet, successful, talk show host, americas got talent judge (like... i reallllllllllly wanted to be a judge--- still do a looooooot but I have no fame so...)

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? nah but I make jokes about them being around a lot.

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? ALL THE TIME except its not exactly like a full on minute of deja vu its like a hand motion or a sign I saw on the wall or someone saying something that I swear I’ve heard before.

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY? no but I did as a kid, especially when my mom bought the sour gummy ones.

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS? no but I wear sandals and socks around the house a lot.

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? no but I own, like, 2.

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? a t-shirts with literally anything ranging from jeans to leggings to yoga pants... etc.

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? One Direction on September 21st, 2014 in Houston.... the arena was huge... a million girls and I got sick during the last song... whoops.

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? target....? 

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? I wear so much nike stuff because its so comfortable but adidas shirts and jackets look hella comfortable.

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? cheetos my main dude. I had an on going joke with my little brother once when we were at a concession stand and I couldn’t see what was there and he was tall so he read to me, “cheetos... fritos... doritos... and sunchips” and we died laughing because of all the rhyming. 

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? I like the taste of sunflower seeds better but they’re so time consuming to open with so little food as a result that peanuts are just easier.

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? Nah my guy. How about Three Days Grace? xD

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? No but my spanish teacher had us learn a hispanic culture dance for one of our final projects. I had the cumbia.

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? I don’t care as long as they’re enjoying what they do. 

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? like... taco? cause yeah?

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? Okay so uhhh no but I went to this education festival thing and they had a spelling bee booth and I spelled the word they gave me wrong but I still won a reallllly nice notebook (as a writer I really do mean that) and it was the first notebook I ever filled up. (it lasted from march 8th, 2016 to November 11th, 2016.)

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? Uh.... maybe? I dunno?

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? No but they sound cool.

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? I have literally no idea whats in my garage. I doubt it.

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? Yes... I have like 20 in my room and I burn one every few days... or a candle...

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Yeah.... yea...... uhhhh.... yeah. 

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? Twenty One Pilots, again, tbh, gnash, NF, and i’m sure there will be more in the future.

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? Troye Sivan on October 24th, 2016. 

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? uhhhhh all tea, don’t discriminate. 

81. TEA OR COFFEE? both... but like tea.... is more appealing. 

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? sugar cookies all the way.

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? i know how to swim.

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? yeah

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? sometimes. if its something I wanna do then nah... but if its like... waiting for a friend to do something yeah.

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? DJ... (I forgot to add this to the job list but I wanted to be a DJ once... and a break dancer once.)

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? I got 2nd place in an 80′s themed costume dance contest...??? I dunno.

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? yeah but it was to smooth out a few scars.

89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? olives can burn in hell.

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? ahhhhhh I wish no.

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? any room that gets cold??? 

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? only if my partner does but me??? yes.... yeah I’d loooooove to be able to call someone my partner for life and just have that assurance that they actually want to be with me...

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? never... yet...

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? she actually might see this somehow so i won’t say the current one but I liked this girl name Olivia all through middle school until 9th grade... so you know? 

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? Playfully? dramatically? but never seriously.

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? so I have 2, one is named Pikachu and one is named Bruce Banner... or Willis... or Wayne.. whatever you want for Bruce.... they’re small.... and precious... and chihuahuas.

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? I don’t want to give birth, I want a ton of kids though so... well see?

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? I like maroon... and purple... and blue... and black.... silver... white.... yeah.

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? nah.... not really.

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS VIDEO NEXT? its not even a video but uhhh @sweatersnshades @depressedtopramen @guacnroll @ashlapash579 @sleeping--light @beverlynotcleary @pups-art @stark-nakedness because all of yall are my fave accounts and some of the coolest people I’ve got to see.... yeah :D