#idk how to draw hands let alone TURTLE HANDS

[teenagemutanttismturtles]

[magniloquent-raven]

31 and 42 for any character(s) you want

eyyy ty for the ask 🥰

31. most prized possession

billy has one picture of his mother.

he managed to keep some of her stuff hidden from neil. a few small things. a filigree dolphin ring she’d left by the bathroom sink, a rinsed out jam jar full of her favourite bits of sea glass, and a paperback novel with curling edges and a broken spine. he used to pester her while she was reading, ask her endless questions until she relented and read out loud for him. didn’t matter what she was reading, he barely paid attention to the stories anyways, he just liked to hear her do the voices.

and all of those things are important to him. (he keeps them in separate hiding places, in case neil ever goes looking through his things, he doesn’t want them all thrown out at once, if it comes to that.) he’s read the book dozens of times. he used to wear the ring when he was alone in his room, but he outgrew it years ago. when he has the house to himself he sorts through the sea glass, lays it all out on his bed and tries to remember the stories she told about each piece.

and he treasures all these little keepsakes, but none more than the single, faded photograph he has of the women herself. a polaroid he took when he was too young to hold the camera properly. it’s crooked, and at a weird, unflattering angle, the sun blotting out a whole corner of the photo, but her smile is still clear and visible, and that’s all that matters.

because she left when he was so young. and he worries that one day he’ll forget what she looks like.

so he looks at the picture every day. sometimes just a glance, to remind himself, and sometimes, when he’s snuck in through his window after a party, drunk and woozy and in his feelings, he’ll sit on his floor and look at it til his eyes get tired and he can’t blink away the tears anymore.

and i think that steve would have a weird relationship with possessions. like. as a teenager, stuff feels like a burden sometimes. all the things his parents bought. he isn’t allowed to complain about his parents not spending time with him because they’ve given him things instead. that they’re at least somewhat invested in keeping him alive. his dad would definitely be one of those “you’re so ungrateful, and after we fed and clothed you all these years” kind of parents.

so he has all these things that are supposed to mean something to him, but they just. don’t.

then when him and billy become tentative friends, billy decides he’s deeply and personally offended by steve’s taste in music. and he makes him a mixtape. it’s just. songs billy likes. music that doesn’t suck scribbled on the label, with a dumb little winky face drawn on the corner. it is in no way a romantic gesture, except. excep steve’s already got a massive crush on billy so, really, he couldve handed over a fucking math textbook and steve still would’ve gotten butterflies over the fact that billy thought of him at all.

and then billy listens to it with him. talks to him about it. it’s not just that billy thought of him, made something for him, but it’s an excuse to spend time with him too.

and when they start dating billy starts to give him other stuff. little things. a wonky little stuffed turtle he snagged from a claw machine while steve paid for their pizza. a piece of sea glass he found when they took a trip to the beach (he looked real serious when he handed it over, his eyes a little distant, and steve didn’t quite understand why, but the frown was easily kissed away). and a couple more mixtapes over the years. that steve would keep even when they couldn’t be played anymore.

he keeps these things in a fancy little wooden box on his dresser, all polished and shiny with gold plated hinges. full of all the things billy’s ever given him. and maybe it’s a little fucked up that sometimes he thinks he keeps these things because he needs the tangible proof that he’s loved, and that without all the little tokens of affections he’d just float untethered and unsure, but. they aren’t just things anymore, they’re memories, and love

42. hobbies

i absolutely adore the idea of post s3 billy just. doing a bunch of grandma activities lmao. his lungs and his heart are all busted up and there’s residual chest pain and he just can’t be as active as he used to be. plus he’s not as social anymore. being possessed and traumatized will do that to you. and then people start to notice that he’s stuck at home, bored and depressed. max notices. steve notices. word gets around.

and somehow their campaign to help him leads to him learning how to bake (max starts taking out cookbooks from the library and giving them to him) and taking care of plants (steve buys him cacti and herbs and anything that blooms blue) and eventually mrs henderson teaches him how to knit. (doc owens says it’ll be good for his hands, keep his fine motor skills sharp. and he doesn’t laugh. which helps)

and all of it helps keep him occupied. keep him from wallowing too much. and it’s nice to make things. keep things alive. feels like a step forward

and idk about in canon, but whether it’s an au thing or not, i love steve as an artist. he’s not great with words, and he just feels. dumb a lot of the time. he’s not intellectual. not good at school, things that his dad and his teachers tell him he’s supposed to be good at if he wants to amount to anything. but when he gets bored in class, when he just doesn’t understand the book he’s supposed to be reading, or he can’t follow along with the complicated formulas up on the board, he doodles. his notebooks are full of little drawings. caricatures of his classmates. landscape snapshots of what he can see through the window. he gets restless and his mind wanders but when he’s drawing he focuses.

and he doesn’t really show people. doesn’t tell anyone. he doesn’t think of himself as an artist, he just can’t concentrate in class so he doodles. it’s a shameful thing.

but maybe a teacher notices. takes an interest. encourages him a little. and its not much but it’s a start. lets him think about it a little more positively. he still hides it from his parents, he knows it’d just end with a lecture from his dad, but he feels less shitty about himself when he flips through his notebooks that are full of more pictures than words.

headcanon asks

[burnedbyshoto]

Winner Takes it All

pairing: todoroki shouto x cam girl fem!reader

warning: smut, face sitting, 18+

word count: 3,032

a/n: this is my part of the collab for the server, its hella late because idk what being on time means!!! thank you to @secondhand-trash for putting it together, and make sure you read this before going on, or not, it’s all good!!! just know shouto won a contest where the prize is getting to have you sit on his face

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Your eyes focused on the flashing green light of the camera on the monitor that sat on the dresser by the T.V.. It held the perfect view of the bed, for sure they were going to get a show today. You had never, ever, done a cam session with another person before -- no matter the number of enticing offers you had.

As soon as you had received the text, you had begun your Livestream. Many of your loyal viewers had joined immediately! Some already donating and commenting about how they had lost today’s tournament but had rented a room nonetheless to watch what was happening. Something about being in the same building as you was enough to stir them on, and so as you waited in your terrified excitement, you flirted with your viewers.

Your hands threaded through your hair as you gave a few different poses for those watching. It was a trademark yet straightforward look of yours. A large white sweatshirt that covered up until your ass, the sultry curves of your supple cheeks peeking out from the bottom, teasing those with what could be a sight. The white shone against your skin, and it contrasted deliciously against the dark red lingerie you wore.

It was a simple lace set with an accompanied garter belt and stockings. But of course, the viewers did not know that.

“I don’t know where they are,” you sigh as you tilt your head as you read the comments about how you should just start the session without him. “Wow, m.m. you’re quite bold today, aren’t ya?”

The door then unlocked, and you had to will everything within you, not to shriek and snap up. Calming down as much as you could, your eyes focused as a man walked through the door, his eyebrows scrunched as the door closed behind him.

“Hi,” you smile as you turn towards him, and in the corner of your eye, you can see the chat exploding.

“Um, hi?” He spoke, his voice low and deep. The timber was enough to cause a delicious shiver to go down your spine as your eyes swept across his body. You were examining the very, very attractive stranger in front of him.

Red and white hair, heterochromia eyes, a scar on his left eye, and a body most definitely sculpted by the gods. Turtle necks indeed left nothing to imagine sometimes.

“I won something? Am I in the wrong room?”

Seeing that he was not moving towards the bed, you felt confused as you walked over towards him slowly. His eyes seemed solidly neutral, nothing was slipping from him, but you could see him tensing and how he wanted to step back with your sultry strides.

“No, I don’t think so,” you whisper as you step in front of him. Fuck was he tall, and your sweater covered palms pressed onto his chest as you smiled softly. “You won the tournament, right?”

“Y-Yeah…” You held onto his hands as you lead him to the bed backward, but his steps were slow, unconfident, and almost resistant. “W-What exactly did I win?”

Your eyes blinked rapidly as you paused, your hands dropping as you felt the bed hit the back of your legs.

“You don’t know what you won?”

“I… um, well, I was dared by my friends to join, we were just in the area, and there was that tournament, and well. They’re -- we’re -- competitive, to say the least. Everyone kept saying that the champion prize was to die for, so… here I am?”

His eyes were truthful, jarringly open as you studied him with pursed lips as you folded your arms. You were unsure whether to drop the provocative facade you wore with this character you played as you wanted to make sure this was something he actually consented for. Or else you’d finish off the Livestream alone.

Your attention drifted to the chatroom that was exploding on why the candy cane looking idiot was just standing there like some idiot and not letting you sit on him already. But it seemed it had also caught his attention.

“You’re going to sit on me?” He asked, scaring you slightly at the confusion and pure innocence dripping from his tongue as your face exploded in heat, was he for real? “I mean, I think it’s a weird prize, but I guess you’re some professional cuddler or something? My friends have told me I have a pretty comfortable lap, but they could be lying…”

There was no way he was serious as your eyes snapped back to the chatroom that was exploding in humiliation for the poor man in front of you.

“It’s kind of weird that there’s a live stream of you sitting on me,” he continued as he ran a hand through his short locks. “My name is Todo--”

“SHHH!” You cry slamming your hands over his mouth as your eyes widen as you shake your head, this was so embarrassing! Standing onto your tiptoes, you brought him so that his ear was to your lips. “Do not use your name when the camera is on.”

“Why?” He asks back, his face shifting to the camera as you shove him off-screen then.

With enough distance to speak at a low voice without the need to be whispering, and with the ability to relax from your persona, your arms crossed across your chest.

“It’s not lap sitting, or cuddling,” you explain immediately as his eyebrows scrunch in confusion as you rub your throbbing temples. It seems that management really fucked up in explaining the grand prize. “The winner of the competition gets to make me sit on their face.”

That changed everything.

His face turned just about as red as his hair and the scar on his face as his eyes seemed to bug out from his skull. “I won… I won that?!”

Nodding your head, you sigh before giggling softly as he looks everywhere in the room, but you and the set up as everything are finally clicking in his head.

“That would explain the pure rage from some of those people… and the wolf whistles…”

“Well, if you weren’t informed, and if you don’t wish to do it, I guess I can let you leave,” you tease as you step back, allowing him to escape if he needs to.

“You won’t get in trouble?” He asks tentatively as he moves towards the door, his hand resting on the handle.

“Nah,” you promise with a kind smile as you feel the slightest bit upset that you wouldn’t be able to be face fucked. “The viewers will be happier to know that it’s a one-man show again.”

He nods his head as the door opens, and it takes everything in you to not wilt at the notion that he was leaving.

“Um, I’m Todoroki Shouto,” he offered a bow as you returned it, your cheeks pinching into a smile as you return his introduction with your own. “I’ll… see you around?”

Agreeing with him, you seriously doubted ever seeing him again as he slipped through the door. Sighing, you returned to the camera, where the viewership had only increased in the time that you had left.

“Hi lovelies,” you greet them again as you climb onto the bed. Your smile broadening in its facade as viewers both rejoiced and rejected the fact that Shouto had left.

You flirted back with your viewers for a bit, teasing, bantering, and taunting them as you refused to take off the sweater just yet. But as you lifted the white sweater over your head, the door opened and shut quickly, and you panicked as you ripped the sweater over your head.

Blue and grey eyes meet yours as the sweater dropped to the bed, “What are you--?!”

His lips attached to yours in this nervous, passionate affair, and you gasped as you stiffened as his lips pressed against yours. It took no time for you to melt in his hold, your arms stretching out to grab onto his toned shoulders as his fingers played with the red lingerie you wore.

Shouto groaned against your tight hold, his lips moving to keep up with yours. His fingers digging into your hips as the two of you rose up to your knees, your lips continued this passion-filled engagement.

His lips are fervent against yours, and your mind spins from having his mouth against yours. Shouto’s hands move from your hips to cupping your ass, your eyes barely manage to open. They’re heavy with lust, laced with growing desire as your lips part. Shouto’s hands feel like fire against your growing heated skin; you let him massage your ass as he starts another impassioned kiss.

Shouto was absolutely gravitating, somehow he managed to keep pushing and pulling you in with every movement of his lips. He draws you closer, and soon enough, you’re climbing on top of his lap. Pants expel from your mouth from the higher position of being on the lap of a boy who was making your heart beat faster than any strenuous activity. How you were so flustered when you were so used to doing this alone was beyond you. As you settled down, his hands are strong against your ass, and he pulls you against his hard cock, and you shudder.

You’re gasping now, sharp breathing as you try to calm your nerves. This man set your body on fire despite not knowing him, and you were now drowning in his lips. His mouth dissipating all the worry and disappointment you once held in mere seconds. Your mouth opens, and your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, pleading for entry, and his mouth opens, granting you entry.

Tongues crash together in the middle. Dominance riding high on both of your parts, neither one of you wants to let the other into each other’s mouth. But lord, is his tongue working magic against yours. Your body shuddering as your hips roll languidly, your crotch pushing forward to grind into his pelvis. His budge is prominent against your barely covered core, and both of your moans tumble into your mouths.

“You get really fucking wet,” he chuckles as his fingers slip under the fabric and trace your slit soaked with your essence. You moan softly as you buck into his fingers, but Shouto doesn’t press further into you, choosing to instead trace the dripping slit between your legs. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

A pool of heat began to sit heavy in your panties as he shifted so that he was on his back, and you sat straddling his waist.

“I believe I won something,” he murmurs as his hands grip the curve of your ass and you audibly whimper at the sudden strike of pleasure that shoots through you because of the small movement,

Shouto chuckles as you sit up, moving your hair out of your face as you feel the bright red blush on your face. This was so easy in private, but having someone beneath you with viewers none the less was getting to you. With shaky fingers, you removed the thin strip of fabric that you called your panties and threw them onto the floor. You couldn’t help but look back over at the chat that was now begging for more, asking the two of you to do more than just kiss and face sit.

Inhaling, you regained your center as you looked down at Shouto, who was trying to guide you onto his face.

“I hope you fuck as good as you look,” you wink as you sink onto his face before he can interrupt you.

His bruised lips part as you tremble slightly above him, and then you felt his tongue tease the center of your lips. You moan under your breath as you hold onto his hair as you slowly shift your hips, wanting to let him adjust to this new position. Then Shouto’s tongue pushed against your slit, not pushing through, but just enough to lap at the essence that had already gathered. And then a soft groan escaped him as the tip of his tongue pushed against your cavern, and you whined at the way it vibrated through your core.

Your head tilted back as you ground your hips, weak bucks shifting through your body as to not overwhelm him as he got situated. His left hand gripped your soft thighs, trying to hold your moving body in place as his right hand curled towards your desperate sex, and he chuckled at the way your body moved to press his fingers into you.

“Fuck, baby,” you groan loud enough to be heard as the tip of his nose brushes against your clit, his teeth nipping at the skin of you fold as you grind downwards. But the slow and almost hesitant pace does not last long as Shouto moves quickly.

His tongue suddenly pushes through your softly throbbing core and twirls against your spasming walls. Then you’re also met with his fingers that run against the opposite wall of his tongue. Your cry of pleasure was loud as you yanked at his hair, your hand landing hard on the mattress as your hips slam against his face. But it doesn’t deter him, nor does it slow him down.

You struggle to keep your eyes wide open as the pleasurable sensations continue to crash into you as he continues this assault on you. And as you try to reign in your mind, so that you could take control, he enters another finger into you.

Guawfing loudly, you nearly scream at the way his fingers scissor within you, or how his tongue laps at your secreting juices as if he was a starving man.

“You taste so good,” he moans against your dripping sex, and you almost scream his name at the way his words cement within your center. “Does this feel good, sweetheart?”

The pet name is basic, nothing special to it, but the way he uttered it was almost threatening, dark, sinister, and you only panted in response.

The hand holding your right thigh moves to pinch and twist your clit, and you shriek as your hips buck wildly as sharp pleasure rips through you. Despite your lack of response, your action was enough to make Shouto pleased as he continues to whisper in tongues to you.

Your eyes lulling to the back of your head as the tightened pressure and blazing heat within you only grows with every push and flick of his tongue and fingers. But its the chuckle that reaches you truly as you will yourself to take back control.

Gasping, you grab a handful of hair and yank his head backward, his tongue now reaching you at a new angle. Your eyes come down to meet his, and the lust and excitement in his eyes affect you as you bite down harshly onto your bruised pink lips. You then begin to bounce against his face in short yet hard jumps, your pussy grinding against him as his eyebrow arches.

“W-Who said you were in charge?” You gasp as you swivel your hips, and you can feel his lips smirk as his tongue twirls in rejection.

Rolling your eyes, you wipe the sweat off your forehead as you focus onto the monitor and see the massive amounts of tips you had pulled in just from this.

Take off your bra was the repeated comment, and so, with a smirk of your own, you released the red bra and pressed the cups over his face, prohibiting him from seeing. “Let’s see how you keep up, pretty boy.”

Your hips were relentless as you rode his mouth, his tongue slurping and lapping into your moving cunt as your fingers remained firm in his hair, and the free one now playing with your nipples. You twisted and tugged on the sensitive nubs as you rocked forward and backward. Your panting was growing with the increased pleasure in your body became electrifying, and Shouto wasn’t just taking this new domination.

His fingers remained within your cunt, firing in and out of your spasming walls until he curled them the right way and hit your g-spot. Shouto could not doubt what he hit as your reaction was evident as you not only shrieked loud enough to wake the dead, but your thighs came slamming against his head. But Shouto carried on his he pushed a third finger into you, stretching out your dripping cunt as you mercilessly rode him out.

He hit your g-spot again and again, the accuracy mindblowing as the slurping of your cunt hit your ears in the most ludicrous of ways. Your fingers dug into his skin as you drowned him between your thighs, and then it hit you.

Your release ripped through you the second he hit your g-spot again. The pleasure in your belly too overwhelming, and your toes curl in electrifying pleasure as you sob into your hand. You can’t handle it anymore, the desire being too much, and your vision turns white as your jaw drops as your screams go silent.

It feels like an eternity before you fall off Shouto, your nearly naked body falling onto the bed as breathless pants are shared between the two of you. Your eyes look over at Shouto, whose face is painted in your cum. You giggle loudly as your eyes eventually train onto the painful-looking boner in his pants. You sit up and look at the green flashing camera with a devilish grin as you look back down at Shouto.

“I think that’s it for tonight,” you tell the camera as you give a pointed ‘i’m not talking to you’ look at Shouto. “I hope you enjoyed the show ‘till next time!”

The last thing the viewers saw was the slight sheen of sweat on your breasts as you turned off the Livestream, but it was not the last bit of action that you and one Todoroki Shouto had that night.

Nor was it the last bit of action that the two of you would have with each other.

[hexalene]

What's your wildest cruise ship story?

Oh shit I meant to post this sooner whoops

Uh

I have less “ONE BIG THING” stories and more of like, a series of surreal Events that happened to me over the course of the years and years I went on cruises (my family could go on cruises for free, so we abused the shit out of that for reunions and vacations for a long time)

So here’s a few of those, and I SWEAR TO GOD they’re real, and I might have photos buried somewhere to prove some of them, but idk, that’s like effort.

-I loved wandering around ships super super early in the morning. Like, crack of dawn early. I’d usually go hang out on one of the open floor restaurant areas around the middle of the ship, which had built in window seats you could curl up in. Pillows n shit too. Super comfy. I’d draw and listen to music, ect. One morning, I looked up and saw the Black fucking Pearl from Pirates of the Caribbean sailing by. Did not believe my eyes. It and four other ships, two of which were for non-pirate movies, were being sailed into a bay on the island we were headed to. I did manage to get a distant shot of it when I got on land.

-In 2006 (date relevant) I met two men in two different families, who were not related and had never met, named Tony Stark. As this was before the movie came out, I was left tragically alone with no one to be awed at this strange coincidence with me. One of them was even a dark haired man with a nice goatee.

(The other was a cute chubby grandpa type)

-Given the opportunity to demonstrate how corporations rig the system against the consumer, my father brought me down to the casino level and sat down across from a very fancy claw machine that dispensed iPads and other expensive tech prizes. He told me, “some people will win, and I’ll tell you when they will.”

I was like “okay dad sure” but we sat there for HOURS, and dad would say “okay, this guy will win if he goes for this prize” or “this guy will lose” and finally, “that woman will win an iPad.” Of course, most were losers, but he was DEAD ON every time someone would win. After a while he explained that the machine would only dispense prizes after collecting the money to pay for two more of whatever was won. He’d just sat there and done the math on the people playing the game and when it added up, he’d wait to see what they went for and let me know if they won. It had absolutely nothing to do with skill.

To make his point, he waited, counting out loud the money being put in, before standing up and slapping the button randomly on one of the lower rank prizes. He won an otter box phone case and told me that no one will ever give you the chance to win out at a loss to themselves, so don’t make a bet unless you’ve rigged the game to win. I was 14.

-uhhh what else

-The dance troupe arranged to do shows suffered a tragic undisclosed accident, so the short term bullshit to entertain people in the theatre was an honest to god passenger led talent show. Surreal on its own, but one of the passengers was a contortionist, and ran off to get their suitcase.

Now, they did a lot of fun bendy stuff, very weird, very cool, but they asked for volunteers at one point. I, my sister, our cousin, and two other kids were asked to come on stage. I was the oldest, maybe 12/13ish, my sister and cousin were 9, and the other two kids were between 6-9.

This MADMAN, without straining any of us to bend in any weird or uncomfortable way, managed to fit all five of us into his empty suitcase. I was in the damn thing and I have no idea how he managed it. He then zipped us all up inside and walked around the stage a bit. And it was fine, like not uncomfortable or hard to breath or anything!

I remember getting out of the suitcase clearest of all. We’d all been fit inside so snugly, in this order:

Me, stranger kid 1, cousin, sister, and stranger kid 2. To get us out, he lay the case flat and lifted my sister up. Somehow this like??? Was like those monkey in a barrel toys, we all just neatly unfolded with her, no tripping or falling or anything. That feeling, where one moment I’m staring at my cousins’ feet and some other kid’s elbow, and then I see the dude lift my sister and then all of us just RISE WITH IT and unfold like a flower blooming I have no idea if this makes any sense at all but it felt magical.

- Something bad happened back home, but we didn’t know what. My dad had a business meeting but mom wanted to see the beach. We got off the ship, and like, HARDCORE struggled to find a way to get to a beach, any beach. We were in....Mexico, somewhere in the neighborhood of Chichén Itzá, maybe an island nearby I think? There were some massive ruins somewhere, I remember that much.

While mom hunted down a beach, my siblings and I sat under a giant box fan, near a TV. Something was happening, the employees were changing the channel, trying to find the clearest signal to the American news. I remember looking over at the grainy footage being interrupted by commercials and other signals and piecing together through the static and the employee trying to translate that back home, the 2008 financial crash was happening and that mom’s insistence that we find a beach and have fun was because that business meeting dad had stayed behind to deal with was him trying to make sure we’d still have a house to live in when we got back to the states, and she didn’t know if this would be the last truly carefree time we had before we went home to face the music.

-However, mom’s eternal struggles to find a beach didn’t begin in 2008. The previous trip we’d taken had another Beach Adventure.

That time, it was also just mom and the siblings. I don’t remember why dad was staying behind, maybe a poker tournament or something?

We disembarked and the struggle began. Nothing was in English, other than the scant few signs the cruise ship put out to guide passengers off the docks. However, THIS was not a problem, as I was about as fluent in Spanish as a third grader restricted to the present tense, and this worked well enough to get us around.

There was a massive bus to a beach, just PACKED to the gills with Americans. As we waited in line, a nondescript man came up to us, and said, “that bus will go to a very crowded beach with many other passengers of other ships. I know a better beach, and cheap! I’ll charge only half of what that bus will charge you and my beach is much much nicer!”

You might be thinking that common sense would tell us not to get in a random unmarked car with an un-uniformed man offering an amazing half off deal to a perfect isolated beach in broken English on a largely rural island, wouldn’t you? You’d be wrong.

My mother is a sweet devout catholic lady with a hidden core of raw chaos. Her idea of a nice day out in the snow with her tiny children was to strap us in the back, drive to the massive Schnuck’s parking lot, gun it up to 90mph, and hydroplane/drift like a fucking drag racer across the ice, laughing. Common sense does not exist in any normal capacity in this woman.

We spent an incredibly tense, silent, 45 minutes driving into the wilderness packed into a tiny car with no AC, sweating with heat and nerves as he drove us out in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly the driver pulls over. There is literally nothing but trees and cliffs for miles and miles. Mom is clutching my hand, my baby brother, and her knitting needles. The driver runs quickly to the center of the road, leans over, and picks up a huge tortoise that had frozen up when his car approached. He carried it over to the grass, and pat it goodbye.

Before he comes back Mom turns and looks at me and says, “a serial killer probably wouldn’t save a turtle, I think we’ll be okay.”

[clumsyclifford]

hi! idk if you're still doing the prompts but if you are #47? whatever pairing you're vibing with atm 😊 -🦥

HELLO! first of all, the pairing bot gave me malum after it gave me cashton twice but i didn’t feel like doing this for cashton so i wrote it malum, hope that’s cool. ALSO. one day i am going to write a real proper epistolary fic, mark my words, but for now this is all i have to offer you. i know it’s rather different from like. a Normal fic. but i had fun writing it so :)

read on ao3

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Dear Calum,

My mum suggested I write you a letter because of the whole data thing in Brazil. I don’t know what that really means but apparently calling would be extremely expensive so I’m doing this now. Maybe it’s weird. Don’t really care. Deal with it.

So how is Brazil? I don’t know the time difference. Wait, I can look it up. Google says 13 hours. That means you’re a day behind me half the time. I’m in your future! It doesn’t look good for you, Cal. Future is pretty grim. If I were you I would stay in the past. Although by the time you get this it will be way in the future for both of us…oops. Oh well. I tried.

Anyway. What was I saying. Brazil? How is it? Hot, I bet. Probably playing loads of football. Luke and I have been playing FIFA but it’s so not the same. He sucks at it and he doesn’t even cheat because he’s boring I guess or has “morals” or whatever (his words not mine). I miss playing FIFA with you. Always beating Luke is not fun. Okay it’s a little fun. But I still miss you. As soon as you’re back you’re reclaiming the player 2 controller. Did I mention that I miss you? You probably get it.

What can I update you about here? There’s not a lot to say. Nothing has really happened. At least not in my life. Oh! I can tell you a secret but don’t tell Luke I told you because he will definitely kill me. Not that you have any way to reach Luke. Don’t go behind my back and write a letter to Luke telling him I told you this. Anyway: Luke fancies Ashton! I totally got him to admit it during one of the FIFA games I mentioned. It was almost cute if I’m honest. He turned really red and got all blushy and stammery. I am now wondering if I should meddle or not. On the one hand, Ashton must like him back, right? Have you seen the two of them? I don’t want to deal with intra-band sexual tension. Unless it’s ours. We’ve already claimed the “insufferable band boyfriends” role though, so do we really want this to happen? I don’t really know what I’m arguing anymore. I don’t think I’ll do anything for now. Will keep you updated in case anything dramatic happens. Then again I have no idea how long it’ll be before you receive this. Something very dramatic might happen while this is in the post. Let me ask my mum. Okay she says it could be two weeks. That’s fucking long. You might just have to come back and get the Luke/Ashton updates in real time.

Besides from that there isn’t much to report. Everything is the same. Except I’m a lot lonelier now. This is what you’ve done to me Calum. I’m returning to my natural introvert state. I need you here, Cal!! Otherwise I’ll just have to become a turtle and by the time you’re back it might be too late. 

I’m joking by the way. I hope you’re having a good time at football camp. Making new friends and learning Brazilian(?) Portuguese and kicking everyone’s arse and showing them up. I’m sure you are. I just miss you lots. :( Counting down the days!

Sending you lots of kisses and cuddles through the post,

Mikey

~

Dear Michael,

I don’t care either! I think writing letters is cool. We’re like lovers at war. Except neither of us are going to die. Probably. (Some of these footballers are CRAZY good. You never know!)

Actually, Brazil is pretty nice. It’s winter so the days have actually been not too hot, thankfully. It’s exhausting enough playing as it is. If it got any hotter, I might actually pass out. Forever. They’d have to ship me home in a body bag. (Are those only for dead people? Maybe not a body bag.)

It’s been almost two weeks since you sent your letter (I assume you sent it soon after I left?) which means there’s a good chance this one won’t get to you until I do, but in case it does I’m going to write and post it anyway. I hope by now you’re getting on better with Luke. If I’ve said it once or a million times, you guys have a lot in common and I really think you could be best friends if you weren’t both such stubborn shitheads. Which I say in the nicest way possible!

Of course Luke fancies Ashton, he’s liked Ashton since…honestly I don’t know when. Months and months at least. And Ashton clearly likes him back. I’ve never seen two people less capable of hiding their feelings. I’m surprised you didn’t notice before. Please tell me you decided to meddle in the end. You’re right, we can’t handle more sexual tension in the band. Don’t worry, they can’t possibly be more insufferable than we are. We are the most annoying boyfriends on the planet. We’re writing each other letters. Basically, it’s best for everyone involved if they get over themselves. Suck it up and kiss already! My friend Gustavo agrees with me. Also he says hi. (Well he says “oi” but I translated for you. See, I can do stuff like that. Kinda cool, right?)

I miss you too, you know. Very much. This might sound weird, but I keep having dreams about you? Like…I’ll be dreaming about whatever (usually football these days) and then you’ll just be there. Clearly my subconscious also knows I miss you. You know Ashton says that when you dream about someone, it’s because they’re thinking about you, so I hope that’s true. It’s kind of a cute idea. I hope you’re thinking about me. I’m thinking about you. Obviously. A lot. A lot.

There is one thing I want to tell you, though. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this, and the more I think about it the crazier it feels, but also more right. So…I think I’m gonna do the band. Not football. This is cool and all, but everyone here is so scary good, and…I don’t know. Maybe this is stupid but I don’t like the idea of a future without you when I could have a future with you. Like with the band, I mean. And I know it’s not the most practical dream, but imagine how cool it would be if it actually worked out. You know I like a challenge. So, anyway…that’s kind of where I’m at now. I’m going to keep thinking about it for the last two weeks here, but I don’t think I’ll change my mind. Don’t tell anyone, please. I just wanted to tell you as soon as I knew. My parents are going to be soooo mad. Not excited to tell them, but this feels like the right decision.

Anyway…this got weirdly deep. Sorry. Here’s something super not-deep to make up for it: one of the football coaches here has a dog whose name in English is pasta! PASTA! (It might be apple. Apparently they’re the same word just spelled differently and the Brazilians here can clearly tell the difference. I cannot. But I think it’s way funnier if the dog’s name is pasta so I’m going with that. Not that apple is much better? Imagine seeing any dog at all and thinking, “You know what this dog’s name should be? A common food item.” LOL.)

This letter is so long and I’m running out of space on the page and I also really need to go to sleep! The boys are telling me to turn off the lights. I miss you so much. Football camp is fun, but I can’t wait to be back. Counting down the days!

Thank you for the cuddles and kisses I am sending them right back to you,

Cal

~

“Oh my God,” Michael mumbles into Calum’s shoulder, “you smell.”

Calum laughs, but he doesn’t loosen his grip on Michael. “Seriously? I haven’t seen you in a whole month and that’s the first thing you say?”

“Ugh, I missed you so much, but that’s boring to say, you already knew it,” Michael says, drawing back to kiss Calum for a second. Then he buries his face in Calum’s neck. “Seriously, I’m not joking, if you ever leave me alone for that long again, I will die.”

“You had Luke. And Ashton.”

Michael groans loudly and overdramatically. “Ashton is busy with family stuff all the time and don’t you dare compare yourself to Luke.”

“We’re going to talk about this,” Calum says. “You’re going to be friends with him if it kills me.”

“Then prepare to die,” Michael says. Calum laughs, pressing a kiss to the slope of Michael’s neck. “I tried, okay? I promise I did. I said in my letter we were playing FIFA! Did you get my letter? I didn’t know how to check if it ever actually arrived.”

“I got it,” Calum says, stomach lurching with nerves. Ignoring them for the moment, he squeezes Michael and then steps back to give him a full once-over. “I loved it. It made me laugh. God, I really missed you, you know?”

“Join the fucking club,” Michael says, smiling. He’s been smiling this whole time, Calum realises; he’s just good at sounding like he’s whining even when he’s smiling. That’s probably the most Michael thing Michael can do.

“Alright, boys,” Mali says from a ways away. “Come on. Let’s go. And seriously, Calum? You hug Michael but not me?”

Calum throws his arms around Mali, and Mali wraps him in a hug. “Missed you,” Calum says sweetly in her ear. “Thank you for coming to get me. And for bringing Michael.”

“You’re welcome,” Mali says drily. They separate and Mali just gives him a small smile. “And I missed you too, you punk. Come on, you both. Baggage claim awaits.”

Mali takes off and Calum lingers behind until he can throw an arm over Michael’s shoulder. Michael leans heavily into him. It’s been so long since the last time Calum had Michael in his arms, but it’s so immediately familiar that it almost knocks Calum off his feet. 

“So…” Calum bites his lip. “Did you get my letter? I sent it just after yours arrived, but I don’t know if it got here before me.”

Michael shakes his head. “Nope, nothing.” Something in his voice tells Calum he’s making no mistake. He’d probably checked the mail every day, just to see. There’s a pang in Calum’s chest, all mixed up with the anxiety flitting out to his fingertips from inside his rib cage. 

“Oh,” Calum says. “Well, there was something in there that I wanted to tell you, but I guess I’ll just tell you now. Um.” He drops his voice to a half-whisper, clears his throat. “I don’t want to tell Mali or anyone yet, but…I decided I’m not going to do football.”

Michael jerks. “What?”

“I want to be in the band,” Calum says quietly. His heart is racing, but at least it’s racing towards the finish line instead of away. This is the right decision. He’s…ninety-five percent sure. That’s enough to know. It has to be enough to know. “I just, you know, football is fun, but music is more fun. To me. And anyway, um.” He rubs the back of his neck. “If I have a choice between a career that has you in it or one that doesn’t, I choose you. Obviously.”

“You’re gonna be in the band?” Michael repeats lowly, looking over at Calum like he’s seeing something he’s never seen before. “Seriously? You’d give up football?”

Calum shrugs, nods. “Yeah. I know my parents are going to kill me, but I don’t care. This is what I want.”

Michael stares at him. “I love you,” he says, and then kisses Calum too fiercely to give Calum adequate time to process that. 

By the time they break apart, he’s processed it. And as he inhales to catch his breath, licking his lips, he knows with one-hundred-percent certainty that this is the right choice.

“I love you too,” Calum says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Where Michael is concerned, it usually is.

[memory-mortis]

For Whom The Bell Tolls [Bucciarati x Reader]

Hello there! First JJBA fanfic posted on this blog, let’s fucking gooooo- anyway, I feel kinda weird about this one, idk. It’s a mixture of fighting, then angst, then some fluff. Your Stand is named Parabola, after the Tool song. If you like rock/metal, I suggest putting it on when you rush in to help Bruno! CW: Graphic violence Word count: 4,777

Your leg bounced up and down in anxiety as you sat on the couch, a single meter of space between you and Bruno. The sounds of the motorboat from the outside filled the room inside the turtle, but you paid it no mind, too preoccupied with your thoughts running rampant in your head. The mission was nearing its end. Trish sat in the armchair across the table, hugging her legs close to her chest. You assumed she was nervous as well, and you could totally understand why. This was, after all, the first time she would meet her father and the fact that he was the boss of the biggest mafia in all of Italy did not help ease any of her anxiety. Or that’s what you guessed she must have felt like anyway. You would have been the same in her shoes. 

You leaned back into the couch, spreading your arms over the back, but despite your efforts to look as relaxed as possible, your leg just wouldn’t listen. Fuck. It all felt too easy. The mission was going too smoothly. You hadn’t lost a single member of your team. That was a good thing, of course, but at the same time, doubt crept its way into the far back of your mind, gnawing at you, its whining for attention soon turning into a loud screech of nails against chalkboard. This is why you worked alone. The constant worry of losing someone close to you would hold you back and rapidly decrease your performance.

Was this a trap? Bruno had confided in you a couple nights back that him and the new kid Giorno were planning on taking over the mafia. But the boss was a huge enigma and none of you never really knew who he was - what if he had heard all of that? What if he knew? You bit your lip hard. Was he going to massacre the team - even if the only ones who knew about the plan were you, Giorno and Bruno?

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Bruno laid his warm hand on your thigh, stopping the rapid movement. Your eyes jolted to his face; brows furrowed in concern and deep blue eyes boring into your very soul. You exhaled a breath which you didn’t know you were holding back. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice as soft and caring as always. It was nearly impossible to keep things from him, but as your eyes ticked over to Trish, who was staring at you intently, you figured it would be best not to voice your thoughts. You didn’t want to give the girl any unnecessary worries.

You gave Bruno an apologetic smile before responding, “Sorry, it’s nothing. I guess I’m just anxious to meet the boss.” He continued to stare into your eyes and you felt your cheeks burn up under his gaze, but refused to break eye contact, as that would indicate that you were lying. A corner of his lips twitched upwards but he quickly forced the smirk back into a neutral expression. What was that about?

“How much longer till we get there?” he asked, finally turning away from you. You looked at Trish who was cocking an eyebrow at you. You huffed in response. “We’re almost at Rialto Bridge,” Fugo answered from above, “it’ll be at least another five minutes.” “All right. Keep going.” “Bucciarati,” Giorno joined the conversation, “what was the mission from the boss?”

Bruno inserted the disc he was holding into the laptop on the table and immediately a window popped up. “I’m reconfirming the mission from the boss right now,” he said as green letters appeared on the screen. You shuffled a bit closer to the capo, looking over his shoulder in curiosity. “I’ll read it aloud,” he announced from next to you, so close you could practically feel his breath. This was the only kind of intimacy you would get while on this mission, apart from the occasional disappearance into Sticky Fingers’ realm for a quick make-out. It was always small things like an arm wrapped around your shoulders, the back of his hand brushing against yours, or his hand on the small of your back while ushering you somewhere. You had learnt to appreciate these gestures in your time with Bruno. The two of you were very reserved and hated doing anything inappropriate in front of the others, especially since like half of your team was underage. But they were quick to catch on to the way the two of you looked at each other and would snicker to each other behind your back. At least Abbacchio was there to keep them at bay. You were very thankful for that.

Bruno went on to explain the instructions on the disc, such as how much time you had and all the strict rules that felt extremely paranoid to you. The boss wanted to meet only one of you and you immediately knew that Bruno would be the one to go. The rest of you were supposed to wait on the boat and stepping onto the island was strictly prohibited. You bit your lip once again.

“Giorno, Y/N,” the capo addressed the two of you when the boat came to a halt, “I would like to speak to you in private.” He stood up and walked over to one of the walls, creating a zipper on it. Giorno got inside the turtle without hesitation and all three of you stepped into Sticky Fingers’ void, Bruno closing the zipper behind you. The blonde raised an eyebrow at him in question. “I have a bad feeling about this. We need to have a plan B in case everything goes to hell.” You nodded in agreement. “Do you, um…” you started, blushing at the realization that Giorno was about to hear what you have to say, “do you have to be the one to go? Can’t Abbacchio do it?” Bruno’s gaze on you softened as he gave you a smile that could melt all the ice caps. “Y/N.” He cupped your cheek with his hand and you leaned into the touch. “I wish I could, but I’m the capo. I should be the one to do it, mia cara.”

You weren’t surprised. A little disappointed, yes, but you understood the gravity of the situation at hand. Sending an ordinary gangster could be viewed as disrespectful, who knows how the boss would react to that. And so you just gave him a sigh before bracing yourself, your expression shifting into its usual impenetrable hardness. That was the you that Giorno recognized, the strict determined glare you had when Bucciarati first introduced you to the gang.

“Then let’s make sure we’re prepared,” you said, all tenderness gone. Bruno let go of your cheek and also focused at the task. He loved that about you. The way you could separate your work from emotions in order to truly concentrate, although he would often have to remind you when you were not working anymore.

“Giorno, give me one of your brooches. We can use it as a tracking device. This is a chance for us to find out the boss’ identity.” Giorno did as he was told, giving his ladybug brooch life before handing it to the capo. “Now, if anything feels off, the two of you have permission to get off the boat, but do not let anyone else step onto the island. Got it?” You and Giorno nodded in unison. Bruno opened a zipper in his own jaw before continuing, “I’m going to hide a phone inside myself. If things go south, Y/N, I will call you, so be ready. Any questions?” This time you shook your head. He reached for the zipper to go back outside, but you grabbed his wrist and pressed your lips to his cheek quickly.

“Just for luck,” you mumbled and Bruno chuckled softly, stepping out. You and Giorno followed right after.

__

You couldn’t shake off the bad feeling as you watched Bruno and Trish walk away from the boat. You sat there, clenching the phone in your hand, eyes pinned to the bell tower.

“Jesus, Y/N, ease up a little. You’re like a dog waiting for its owner,” Narancia teased, poking you with his elbow and a grin plastered on his face. You gave him an annoyed glare. As much as he liked to remind Giorno that he was older, he sure acted way less mature.

“The mission’s not over yet. Sit back down and shut up,” you ordered and he listened immediately. Even though you were equal when it came to your position in the mafia, you still gave off the aura of a superior, not only because of your age, but also because of your dominant nature. The boys often argued who was more bossy, you or Abbacchio, and they always settled on a draw.

You looked over to Giorno. His brows were furrowed in concentration.

“What’s up,” you asked, scooting closer to take a look at the laptop in his lap.

“Bucciarati must have dropped the brooch down the elevator shaft. It’s… strange.” You clenched your jaw and once again pinned your eyes to the building. Biting your lip, you stood up and tossed your phone to Giorno who only managed to catch it in the last minute.

“W-Wait, Y/N, where-” you didn’t let him finish his question, interrupting him.

“It feels too wrong. I’m going. Pick it up if he calls.” With that, you stepped out of the motorboat, which made everyone else stand up and erupt into chaos.

“Hey, Y/N! The boss said to stay on the boat!” Abbacchio’s deep voice was the most prominent one out of the rest of the team.

“The boss can go fuck himself. Everyone stay here. No one except Giorno is allowed to get off the boat! And that’s an order from your capo!” That was enough to silence them all and you did not waste any more time, running inside the building.

__

Bruno skidded towards the unconscious girl, wary of his surroundings. The boss was nowhere to be seen, but he was definitely present. Things went south, just as he had expected. Picking up Trish’s arm, he sewed her hand back on using his Stand’s zipper. Disgusting. Doing all of this just to murder his own daughter and get away with it, an action so despicable it made Bruno want to throw up.

“I’d like to ask you why,” the boss’s voice suddenly echoed around Bruno, who instinctively destroyed the pillar nearest to him with Sticky Fingers. “What’s the meaning of this? I highly respected all the work you had done for me on this mission. Were you so happy to become a capo that you got greedy? Or did you overestimate your own powers and get cocky, thinking you could actually surpass me?”

Bucciarati did not answer any of his questions. Instead, he propped Trish’s head up, ready to flee with her body anywhere in case the boss attacked.

“When Trish wakes up, I’m going to tell her that her father didn’t even exist,” he said, his protective nature taking over him.

“Trish?” The boss sounded genuinely confused. “What about Trish? My daughter has nothing to do with you.”

“You could never understand my true feelings!” Bruno growled, unzipping his jaw to grab his phone. He promptly put it to his ear. “Y/N?”

“Bucciarati!” He was surprised to hear Giorno’s voice instead of yours.

“Giorno? Where’s Y/N?” He furrowed his brows. Why didn’t you pick up? Where the hell were you? Would he have to worry about you as well?

“Well, you see- she’s already on her way.”

“What do you-” Bruno gritted his teeth. If you were on your way there, it would be unwise to let the boss know. “Tell me his location,” he ordered instead.

“Yes! Right now, he’s at the bottom of the stairs to the charnel house. He’s right by the pillar that’s about two meters away from the stairs,” Giorno explained, “but wait, Bucciarati! Something is wrong!”

Bucciarati didn’t listen to his warning. He pinned his eyes to the pillar and called out Sticky Fingers, who pummeled it into pieces. A shadow stood behind the pillar, however as the pieces scattered, his eyes widened at the sight of himself. Sticky Fingers’ fist met his own chest.

“W-What…” was all Bruno could say, confused to find himself suddenly standing in the place of his copy. Nothing made sense. He was there, and now he was somewhere else? What the hell was going on? Was this the boss’s true power?

A deep voice boomed from behind him. “I decided to show you… as a parting gift. Since this is the end, I’ll fill you in. What you just witnessed and felt… was you in the future,” the boss clarified, “you from a few seconds from the past witnessed yourself in the future. This is my King Crimson’s ability! I erased time and leapt past it!”

The figure standing behind Bruno reached back, preparing to punch a hole straight through his chest. He was already swinging his fist–

But the contact never came, much to his dismay.

You rushed in at the last second. Seeing the position Bucciarati was in pumped adrenaline through your entire body and you leapt down the stairs, summoning your Parabola with her flaming sword. You jumped in between the two men, successfully chopping off King Crimson’s arm.

“Hands off my boyfriend!” you screamed, the fire of your Stand sparkling in your eyes, a true testament to your rage.

“W-what!” the boss choked out, stepping back just in time to dodge Parabola’s sword one more time, this time aiming to slice his entire body in half. Your cheeks were crimson red from the temperature rising both within and around you.

“Y/N!” Bucciarati called out from behind you. How glad was he to see you. Parabola stabbed its sword into the severed arm, twisting it around until it combusted into flames and turned to ashes. At that moment it dawned on Bruno just how angry you were. This wasn’t good, he knew about your temperament and how hard it was to snap you out of it afterwards.

“Bruno,” you tore him out of his thoughts, voice deep and venomous. “Go get Trish. Keep her safe. Get her out of here. I’ll fight him.”

“Y/N! He’s too powerful, you can’t take him on your own!” he refused, terrified just from what he had seen so far.

“I won’t. I suspect Giorno is already on his way here. Go!”

Clenching his jaw, Bruno turned and bolted towards Trish, only to suddenly find himself kneeling next to her. He froze. It happened again, the time skip. His eyes darted back to you, widening at the sight. King Crimson and you were in a draw, the enemy’s strong hand holding your arm, broken at the elbow, while Parabola’s sword was pressed tight against his throat. King Crimson chuckled.

“I like you. Your reflexes are fast. I was just about to punch a hole through your stomach, but you managed to dodge it, even despite the time skip,” he praised, however you did not respond, too focused on biting your lip to hold back your scream of pain. You weren’t about to let the boss have the pleasure of hearing you acknowledge the damage he did to you.

“Fuck you!” you spat, swinging the sword at his throat in an attempt to slice it. You were unsuccessful. It seemed like he already knew your next move and so he pulled back, taking your arm with him.

This time, you were unable to hold it in. A painful screech left your throat as your forearm disconnected at the joint and the muscles around it were forcefully torn apart. You took a few steps back before tripping and falling onto the floor, eyes pinned to the blood gushing out of your severed limb, and boy was there a lot of it. Your face turned ghastly pale, bile rising to your throat.

“Sticky Fingers!” you heard Bruno’s muffled voice and in mere seconds, the wound was zipped shut, the blood flow cut off. Unfortunately, it did not stop the pain. You took a couple strained breaths and growled, snapping yourself out of the shock.

“Y/N!” Bruno yelled, leaning over you and cupping your cheeks. He gave you a terrified look and you saw your reflection in his teary eyes. You looked like shit, to say the least. Your eyes widened once you noticed King Crimson looming behind Bruno, and you opened your mouth to scream anything, but a familiar sound stopped you.

It was the sound of Gold Experience’s powers, hard to explain, but very easy to recognize. King Crimson was pulled back and both you and Bruno watched as the ladybug brooch turned into a turtle, completely identical to Coco Jumbo, forcing the boss inside together with his Stand.

“Giorno must have put Coco Jumbo’s cells into the brooch before giving it life,” Bruno clarified. He summoned Sticky Fingers once again and opened a hole in the ground, sending the turtle down a water pipe. “Let’s use this chance to get away!” He looked at you and helped you get up clumsily, you were drowsy from all the blood loss, which pissed you off even more. Bruno hurried to pick up Trish and the three of you headed to the stairs, freezing at the sight of King Crimson standing at the top.

“Giorno Giovanna, huh,” the boss thought aloud, menacing aura all around him, “he must have joined this organization with the intent to betray me from the start.” You did not waste another second and called Parabola out. She was paler in comparison to just a few moments ago, but you weren’t going to give up just because you were missing a limb. That unbreakable determination was enough to feed her flames.

“Useless!” the boss cried out, King Crimson baring his fist and aiming right for Parabola’s weak point. He came to a halt when Sticky Fingers’ arm appeared right next to his head. Bruno was able to land a punch, when suddenly King Crimson stood a few meters away, this time coming for your boyfriend.

“Bruno!” you screamed in terror, your voice was already starting to get raspy from all the yelling. To your surprise, he did not show any fear.

“It wasn’t you that I was trying to attack,” he explained, and only then did you notice the zipper on a nearby column, “it was this pillar! Zipper, close!” He grabbed both you and Trish and once Sticky Fingers closed the zipper, you were pulled up, completely dodging King Crimson’s attack. You laughed at the enemy Stand’s angry expression as you continued going up, until the zipper closed around you.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Bruno asked upon setting you down. You stood on all four–well, three–and took laboured breaths, drops of sweat trickling down your face. The adrenaline had somewhat worn off and the pulsating agony in what was left of your arm returned. His soft warm hand tucked your hair behind your ear in order to allow him to get a better look at your expression. But you couldn’t allow yourself to ease up now, no, the danger was not quite gone just yet. You clenched your teeth and snapped at him.

“I’m fine. Let’s go. We can’t stop here. He’ll be here soon.” You struggled to get up and stopped as soon as Giorno’s voice reached your ears.

“Bucciarati! Y/N!” the blonde called out to you, dropping to his knees next to all of you. He noticed the state of your arm and flinched. “What happened?”

“We had a little disagreement with the boss,” you smirked, holding onto Bruno to stand straight. “Grab Trish and let’s get the fuck out of here.” Giorno nodded and picked unconscious Trish up, leading you all to the exit. The rest of the gang stood at the entrance.

“Bucciarati!” Abbacchio growled, approaching you.

“Bucciarati, what’s going on? Why is Trish still with you? Why is- why is Y/N missing an arm?” Narancia chimed in. You groaned, the constant reminder of your pain annoying you.

“I’ll explain everything later. Right now, we need to get out of here as soon as possible,” Bruno commanded, giving you a side glance. You avoided eye contact, focusing on the task at hand instead.

Bruno helped you sit down on the boat. You hated being pampered like this, but without an arm, your balance was off and the boat’s movements were making you unstable. Right after sitting down, he handed you Trish and you held her in your healthy arm, just to make sure she was alright.

“What the hell’s going on, Bucciarati?” Abbacchio asked. “We need an explanation. What the hell are you doing?” Bruno left a hand on your cheek and you gazed up at him with worry, before he turned around and stepped off the boat.

“All right. I’ll just come out and say it.” You watched the capo intently. “But I can’t explain everything right now, because there’s no time and danger’s right around the corner.” Everyone was silent and the atmosphere grew thick as Bruno paused. “The reason I brought Trish back is because I betrayed the boss just now.”

He just dropped the bomb like that, shocking the whole team. Well, except for you and Giorno that is, the two of you already knew.

“I’ll be leaving you guys now,” he announced. “If you go with me, you will also become traitors.”

“W-What…” Mista interrupted the silence.

“Bucciarati, you should explain. Some of them might want to follow you. We need people on our side,” Giorno added, which angered Abbacchio. The goth grabbed his collar, pulling him close to his face.

“What the hell is your deal, Giorno?!” he snapped.

“Abbacchio!” Your deep scolding voice made him freeze. All eyes were on your pitiful form now. Although it wasn’t unusual for you to scold Narancia or Mista when they did something dumb or got loud at the restaurant, there were only two or three instances in the past when you had raised your voice at Abbacchio. You did usually have deep respect for the man after all. “Let go of the boy. This isn’t his fault. It was meant to happen sooner or later.”

Abbacchio squinted his eyes at you in a scowl, but listened to your order and let go of Giorno, instead shifting his attention to Bucciarati, who took a look back at you and Trish.

Finally, he began explaining, “The boss had us act as Trish’s bodyguards so that he could kill his daughter with his own two hands. Because she shares his blood, she could have figured out his true identity. I found that out and… I couldn’t forgive him. I couldn’t just come back pretending I didn’t see that. That’s why I betrayed him!”

You managed to smile in spite of the pain shooting up your arm. That was the Bruno you loved. Compassionate, caring. He knew right from wrong, despite his years spent in the organization. And he was not going to continue ignoring the atrocities done by the boss any longer. You thanked Giorno for that. He was the force that started moving those gears inside your lover, the one thing that forced him to finally truly come out of his shell.

The rest of the team didn’t seem as excited about these news though. You understood their fears. The boss was ruthless.

“Are you insane, Bucciarati?” Mista was the last one you’d expect to hear that sort of thing from, considering his antics.

Abbacchio, on the other hand, sounded more composed, “You know exactly what happens to traitors, no matter who it is. The boss never lets anyone get away. Hell, Venice could already be surrounded by the boss’s elite guard!”

“You’re right, and that’s why I’m going to need help. If any of you are willing to accompany me, come down these stairs and get on the boat. But I will not order any of you to come with me.”

__

The decision was difficult, but in the end, it was only Fugo who remained on the island. For a moment it looked like Narancia would stay as well, but in the end he jumped into the water and swam after you like an absolute madman. The image made you laugh, but a jolt of pain stopped you, causing your laughter to turn into a groan.

“Right,” Bruno turned around after helping Narancia get into the boat. “Giorno, get Y/N into the turtle and fix her up.” You gulped. Giorno’s healing powers were far from perfect, he could fix about anything, but there was nothing to stop the pain. You weren’t about to back out just because of fear though, and so you got into the turtle together with Trish. You lowered her down onto the couch and took a seat on the other end, Giorno joining right next to you.

“Bucciarati,” he called out to his capo, “your zipper.” Bruno got into the turtle as well and took off the zipper around the end of your arm. You hissed as blood poured out.

“Fuck!” you yelled in a poor attempt to somehow relieve yourself. Bruno furrowed his eyebrows at the sight and crouched in front of you, taking your healthy hand into his.

“Hold on to me,” he said and you clenched his hand.

__

After five minutes of your hissing and yelling, Giorno was finally done with your arm. It was still very much sensitive and moving it around felt weird, but it was there and you were thankful for that. You would have thanked him, but you were exhausted, and it was evident in the dark circles under your eyes.

You were about to get up, but Bruno’s hands on your shoulders stopped you, pushing you back against the couch.

“You need to rest.”

You scoffed, “I can rest later. We’re still in danger.”

“Clearly he’s gone, Y/N, otherwise he would have attacked by now,” Bruno reasoned. You cocked an eyebrow at him. Giorno decided it would be better to give you two space and left the turtle.

“We can’t know that for sure, Bruno. He could be anywhere. We don’t know anything about him, maybe he has some other powers. We should be ready to defend ourselves at all times.” You grabbed his wrists and pushed him away, standing up.

“Stop,” he said, but you continued walking, so he hurried over to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind. You clenched your jaw.

“You can relax now, Y/N. He’s gone. The danger is gone. I’m here. I’m alive.” He whispered into your ear. You didn’t want to relax. You didn’t want to, because you knew that you would immediately become vulnerable in front of everyone. So instead you opted for keeping yourself on edge constantly, distracting yourself with worrying about danger. But that was hard to do with Bruno’s warmth surrounding you and the sweetness coating his voice. You bit your lip, failing to keep the tears from spilling over.

“You could’ve died,” you whispered, voice shaky from the lump in your throat. The tension in your body dissipated and you hid your face in your hands. Bruno pressed his lips against the back of your head.

“But I didn’t. You saved me. You did well,” he reassured you and with that, your walls shattered. A sob left your lips and Bruno immediately turned you around, pressing you against his chest. Your hands clutched his clothes to remind you that he was there, he was well and alive.

After a while of him stroking your hair, your sobs finally subsided and the tears stopped falling. You looked up and he cupped your cheek with one hand, gazing into your eyes with a sad smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered, pressing a kiss into the palm of his hand.

“Do you want me to stay?” You decided to be selfish for once and nodded, which earned you a soft smile and a kiss to your forehead. “All right.” He laid down on the couch and you joined, lying down on him. Resting your head on his chest, your eyes fluttered close at the sound of his heartbeat. Bruno stroked soothing circles on your back and soon enough, your breathing grew even.

“I love you,” he mumbled, and you hummed in response right before falling asleep.

[stanathieluris]

Just What I Needed

or, as i’ve been referring to it in my head, The Concert Fic

summary: Eddie has been studying abroad one year in France. When he gets back, he’s greeted by his beloved friends and some unfinished business. 

pairings: reddie, side stenbrough

warnings: characters are aged up (19), underage drinking.

notes: i know i say this in all my fics but english is not my first language so yea, please be nice. likes/reblogs/comments/feedback is very much apreciated! also, this is my first time attempting to write a multichaptered fic so idk how this is gonna turn out

spotify playlist w some songs i guess that inspired me to write this??

“Remind me again why am I here”.

The music is loud, the air thick with the smell of sweat, there are way too many people breaking into his personal space, and worst of all, the floor is extremely sticky. Eddie can’t help to bounce on the balls of his feet nervously, afraid that, if he stays still, his nikes will get stuck on the spot forever. The place is called The Sewers and honestly, Eddie couldn’t have come up with a better fitting name.

Stan smirks at him “I told you, to catch up and stuff!” he exclaims, putting his arm over Eddie’s shoulders.

“We could’ve done this in a nice cafe” the short boy huffs “where everything is quiet and nice and, you know, fucking clean”.

“Hey, don’t diss the bar” his friend laughs. Eddie wants to do more than diss the bar. He wants to bring all the disinfectant he owns, bleach and clean the place from floor to ceiling. But he has to restrain himself.

“Anyway, why did we come here? It doesn’t look like your kind of scene” Eddie asks, eyeing the sea of punks, mods and goths that surrounded them. Eddie stares at their creative outfits and hairstyles, and compares them with Stan’s turtle neck, pressed pants and polished shoes. He looks like an outsider to the place.

“Eh, I’m kind of a regular here now” he shrugs. “Plus, there’s a free concert and the band is kind of good”.

Eddie hasn’t seen Stan in over a year, and while it’s true that they messaged from time to time and exchanged emails monthly, he sure feels like they’ve fallen out of touch. Although he still has the same mop of curly hair (just a bit longer) and keeps making those deadpan serious comments that leave you double guessing if he is joking or not, there’s no way to deny that Stan has changed. Is not only the way he dresses, more elegantly and fashionable (finally ditching the khakis and pressed shirts), but also on the way he puts himself out, more relaxed and laid back, less tense, as if in the past year he had dropped a huge weight off his shoulders that he had been carrying around for his whole life. Eddie knew he was going to miss a lot from his friends lives while he was away, but he is starting to realize just how much ‘a lot’ can be.

“When is Bill getting here?” Eddie asks.

“Give it, ten minutes? Fifteen max” Stan answers while checking his wristwatch “Do you want to order something while we wait on him?”.

The sole thought of touching anything of this bar with his hands, much less with his mouth, nauseates Eddie, but it’s either that or being sober and hyper aware of all the stains and nasty smells that surround him, and suddenly being at least tipsy doesn’t sound that bad.

“Lead the way Uris”.

They make their way to the bar, swimming between the tight pack of people around them. When they reach it, Stan calls a very big and menacing bartender that greets him with a smile and wonders if he will have the usual. He also asks him where did he leave his boy, and Stan blushes.

“What did he mean by ‘your boy’?” Eddie asks when the bartender is gone.

“Well…” the blush on Stan’s cheeks deepens, reaching his ears and he gets this sheepish smile that makes Eddie connect the dots.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” he gasps “Don’t tell me that it finally happened”.

Before Stan can answer, someone ruffles his hair.

“Would you look at that! Eddie Kaspbrak in the flesh!”.

Eddie turns around to see not only Bill, but Bev with him.

“Guys!” he exclaims, hugging both of them at the same time, sloppily and almost tripping. He can’t help it. He has missed his friends.

“Holy shit I’d forgotten how tiny you were Eddie.” Bev laughs, drawing her arms around his shoulders “Your hugs were always the best”.

“You’ve gotten soft Marsh” Eddie laughs.

“W-We missed you a luh-lot” Bill says, smiling wide.

“I’ve missed you guys too” he holds them a bit tighter.

“Okay guys, cut it out, we are going to get too emotional” Stanley jokes.

They let got of the group hug and Eddie gets a better look at them. Bill is looking at him with a spark on his eyes that he hadn’t seen before, and a wide smile on his face. He seems more confident, more grounded, and Eddie can tell that from his stance to the reassured smirk on his face.

“What the fuck Denborough? You pierced your ears?” he exclaims when he notices the two small hoops on his left ear.

Bill laughs out loud “Damn, you should s-see Bev’s collection”.

Like on cue, the girl shows off not only her wide collection of piercings in various places of her ears and face (that septum nose ring suits her like hell), but sticks her tongue at Eddie, almost making him faint.

“Oooh my goood Bev, do you know what could happen to you if that shit would get infected?” he babbles while giving a pointed look to the small silver ball that pierces Bev’s tongue, earning a good laughter from his friends.

“Man I really missed your nagging Eddie” she hugs him again and even though the small boy wants to lecture her a bit more, he smiles.

“I’ve missed you all too” he whispers, pretty sure that Bev is the only one able to hear him.

“So, how was France?” Stan asks, a sly smile on his face.

“Amazing holy shit” Eddie blabbers, letting go of Bev “like, Europe? On a whole other level, I’m not kidding you guys”.

“Wuh-Well, it’s very different from D-Derry” Bill smiles at his best friend’s energy.

“Did you had escargots?” Bev asked.

Eddie shivers “No, no, no, no, no, no. We don’t mention escargots” his friends laugh at his disgusted face.

“Are boys as pretty as they look in movies?” Stan then interjects, winking at Bill, who just smiles back. Eddie makes a mental note to interrogate his best friend about whatever thing is happening between him and Stan.

“Like straight out of a dream” he sighs dreamily “They were all full lips, soft skin, sharp jaws and perfectly combed curls”.

“What the fuck happened to you and when did you become such a poet!” Bev exclaims, ruffling once again his hair. He has missed the affectionate gesture “And you say I have turned soft”.

“Hey! I’ve always been soft” he complains.

Stan scoffed “Yeah right, because I was the one who put Greta and her asshole friends in their place back in sixth grade”.

“Or when yuh-you r-ranted like a ruh-rabid dog to th-those mean kids that made fun of my stutter in f-freshman year” Bill added.

“Or when you almost got into that fight with the cheer squad for making fun of Ben” Bev smiled.

“Or when-”

“Okay, okay! I get it!” he exclaims, feeling himself turn red.

“Admit it Kaspbrak, you’ve always been a feisty little punk” Stan teases him. Eddie rolls his eyes and takes another sip from his drink.

“Talking about Ben, where is he?” Eddie asks turning to Bev.

“He should be joining us any second” she answers, checking her phone “Yup, he just texted me he’s almost here! And Mike is coming with him too”.

“Awesome!” Stan exclaims “The losers back together, this is amazing”.

“S-softie”.

“Shut up Bill”.

Eddie wants to jump into the comfortable banter his friends have fallen into, but he can’t help but think about Stan has said

The losers back together

Yeah, almost all of them.

One year ago

He checks his luggage for the hundredth time, making sure that he has his passport, plane ticket and student visa with him. His hands are shaking, and he can feel his whole body vibrate. Bill helps him taking all his suitcases down to the dorm’s driveway, where Mike is waiting for them. In silence, they all pack Eddie’s belongings into the car’s trunk.

The trip to the airport is awkward and silent. Eddie doesn’t stop looking out the window, taking in all the sights of Derry (and Maine), the ones he’s gonna miss for a whole year. Bill puts his hand on his shoulder and squeezes it reassuringly. He smiles at his friend, lifting the gaze from the landscape. There’s nothing left to say, they have spilled all the unsaid things the night before, the only night ever Sonia Kaspbrak has let his son invite over his best friend for a sleep over.

When they arrive to the airport, it’s like everything hits Eddie all of a sudden. He steps out of the car and starts crying, tripping and almost falling if it wasn’t for Mike, ready to catch him. They stay a couple of minutes like that, the muscular boy holding the sobbing mess Eddie has turned into while Bill picks all the bags by himself. When Eddie seems to calm down (and takes a puff of his inhaler) they go inside.

Bev has really outdone herself this time. The banner reads “GOODBYE EDDIE” with pastel colours and glitter and stars surrounding them. The paper looks cheap and the letters are crooked, but Eddie thinks it’s the most beautiful thing his friend has ever painted. Next to her are the rest of the losers, smiling widely and on the verge of tears. 

The first one to break from the group is Ben, who tells him how much he is going to miss him, how biology is going to stink without him to make fun of Mr King’s crooked glasses, and that he should check the Sorbonne library because the place is straight out of a dream. Eddie promises him to do so, that he will check every single book and sneak him some pictures, choking back the tears, thanking him for being such an amazing friend. 

The next one is Stan, who hugs him so tightly, Eddie is scared he might lose his breath. He feels his friend tremble and it just hits him so hard, because he has never seen Stan cry, let alone so intensely. He tells Eddie to enjoy France, and Eddie whispers back that he is going to miss his late night text conversations about boys and films and what are they going to do with their lives when they leave together this godforsaken town. When he pulls back, Stan smiles down on him, red-cheeked and bright-eyed.

Bev comes crashing on him, and there are a lot of “i love you”s, snarky comments between tears, hair ruffling and the moment Eddie tells her to “make sure none of them get into trouble or whatever fuck up”, she just places a hand on his cheek, tears rolling down her eyes and nods, muttering a simple, yet full of feeling, bye.

And finally, Richie.

The boy is shaking and it shows, all color drained from his face. Eddie is scared that he might throw up. He can feel all the losers shuffling away from them, which only makes the situation even more awkward. He tries to make eye contact with the trashmouth, but the boy has his eyes locked on the floor. Eddie’s debating whether or not say something, but before he opens his mouth, Richie pulls him into a soft embrace. Eddie pactrically buries his head on the other boys chest and he can feel Richie dropping his face onto his hair, soft lips against chocolate curls.

“Don’t forget about me. About us” he mutters in a raspy voice, quickly adding the last part. Eddie feels himself sob, tears staining Richies shirt.

“I won't” he manages “I promise I won't”.

They pull apart just a couple of inches, and with a swift movement, Richie lifts gently Eddie’s face by the chin, locking eyes with him. They stay like that for a long moment, faces close, eyes locked, tears falling silently. If they wanted, they could kiss.

But they just linger close, no contact whatsoever.

Eddie’s mind always wanders back to that day, especially to that moment in particular. He can’t help it. It’s one of the biggest what ifs of his life. And for the looks of it, it’s going to stay a mystery forever if the trashmouth was going to kiss him or not.

He really doesn’t want to acknowledge the elephant in the room, but he needs to know .

“What about Richie?” the question slips his lips before he can shut his mouth.

“What about him?” Bev asks, arching a brow at him.

“Is he coming with Ben and Mike too?” he shoots back, trying to sound as non-chalant as possible. Oh god, could his stomach, please tone it down with the nerves?

“Kind o-” to this day, Eddie doesn’t know what Bev was going to say, because she gets interrupted by a wolf-whistle and a high-pitched noise of static coming from the stage.

“Okay, okay people” a voice booms through the mic, and Eddie spots the big guy from the bar in the stage “now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Live tonight at The Sewers for another iconic night, please welcome Trashmouth and the Losers!”.

The noise from the audience is deafening, as three figures rush onto the stage. Eddie stares wide eyed from his spot, and he can’t help but feel that he is going to pass out. Because, right there, in the flesh, in all his beautiful glory, followed by Mike and Ben, is Richie Tozier.

He turns his eyes from the stage to his friends, who try to fight the laughter cause by his mortified expression.

“Surprise” Stan laughs, winking at him.

taglist: @turtleneckrichie @richietoaster @mikexelevenfluff @thecastlebyers @kleinmansbathbombs 

[imthepunchlord]

Omigosh how do you think that particular kwami swap in @brittsarts art would work out for the kwamis, characters, story, etc.? (I’m looking for one of those long, well-thought-out description-type things that you’re really good at doing, so, as always, please feel free to take your time with this ask 😌)

For @brittsarts drawing:

LB!Nino (who I usually like to call Anatis, a species known as the eyed ladybug); I see this working pretty well. He definitely has traits to match and allow him to be a solid LB: very hardworking, very supportive, will stand firm in his beliefs, and watches out for his friend(s). While he can be inconsiderate sometimes, he has a good heart that a true LB should have. The only thing he probably lacks is the action, a LB shouldn’t just plan, provide, and restore; they need to act and be on the offensive. While Nino will stand his ground, it’s not his character to step up and get involved when there’s a situation that doesn’t include him. At most, he will fight for himself and Adrien; if someone else gets in his way, he can be standoffish. But overall, good potential on LB!Nino. 

Marifox (HULI JING!): fox and butterfly I’ve found would be the two hardest miraculouses for Marinette to work with, she has the cleverness and flexibility for fox and the generosity and care for butterfly, she could pull them off, but they’d be a constant challenge. Between the two, Marinette would be able to handle fox better since that is a more involved miraculous and can match with her strengths more; but both would be a challenge. 

Actually going to go ahead and cover both while on the subject.

For both, biggest issue is that Marinette is too aggressive, too direct. She likes to stand her ground, she likes to face her opponents head-on, she’ll step back and hide and plan when she needs too, otherwise, she likes being in the field and being involved in the fight. 

And for butterfly, that there is the biggest issue. Marinette likes to be apart of it, likes to be there. While butterfly is able to fight, as we learned, that’s not the purpose of the miraculous. It was revealed in a comic to be the miraculous of generosity and is supposed to give powers to others, let them take care of the situation. While Marinette won’t refuse help when provided, it’s not her nature to ask help from others. Marinette is someone who likes taking care of the situation for people, not let others do it themselves. With butterfly, Marinette would either endanger herself a lot or would make herself her own Champion all the time and using whatever power she wishes, leaving Nooroo alone at home most of the time. Only time I see her making other Champions is when her hands are tied or there’s something else going on in her life and she can’t be there on time. 

Now fox, between the two, fox is more up her alley. Unlike butterfly, fox doesn’t rely on others, is far more involved and present in battle (assuming the power is illusions), and relies on off cunning and cleverness, which is one of Marinette’s strengths. And while dishonest tactics aren’t Marinette’s preference, she is willing to make use of them when she has to. Now the challenge is that fox doesn’t match the aggression. As much as Marinette is a planner, she is also someone of action and isn’t afraid to get close to danger to reach her goal and face her opponents. For fox, that can be dangerous and overwhelming. Another detail is the factor that Marinette isn’t someone that stands back, that sticks to the shadows and stays out of focus like true foxes and butterflies would (like Alya and Adrien definitely don’t draw in focus on them like Marinette does when in a crowd, they stand back to observe usually). Marinette draws in attention, likes to keep that attention and face the adversary. 

Marinette drawing attention, being direct, being deeply involved and aggressive, liking to fight and be in the action; these are what butterfly and fox make challenging for Marinette. 

Now Beedrien, this is another that has solid potential. Bees thrive off community, teamwork, supporting others, being productive and hardworking, and a strong sense of loyalty. Adrien is definitely hard working staying on top of his beesy schedule, he is eager and willing to work with others new and familiar, and it is a natural instinct for him to support those that need it, encouraging people who are down and stepping up for them when they need it. Another factor to add is self-sacrifice, bees are willing to die for the hive and Adrien has a strong sense of self-sacrifice. The biggest struggle is that sometimes he isn’t a good team player, he will act out, will put the blame on someone else, can put down his teammate, can goof off and not be as serious or as diligent as he should be. (Actually now kind of thinking that Adrien may be a fox of the five miraculouses. Had originally thought butterfly, but I can see fox a lot more since he does like to be active and involved, which fox would provide) But that is something Pollen could help Adrien work on (big bonus to beedrien, if Pollen’s a punner and the two could pun together for hours). 

Chlortle (idk, Jade Queen?)… I think this is one miraculous Chloe would have a big struggle, at least, with what I’m headcanoning for the turtle miraculous so far. Turtles are patient, supporting, are fine not having attention but will step up when they have too. Turtles care and watch out for others, and as of now, Chloe ultimately watches for herself, with LB probably being her only exception (maybe Adrien too but she has yet to jump into danger to save him, yet) but even then, Chloe is quick to give LB a hard time if things don’t go well. Chloe can match by having a firm stance in her views and will stand her ground, she also does care for those she views as her friends.  But ultimately, so far, Chloe is more focused on herself and having the world resolve around her and her wants. A turtle shouldn’t be focused on themselves but look out and help others, which is something Chloe would struggle with. On similar traits, peacock would probably be more of Chloe’s alley, and bee, they are symbols of royalty and beauty, and can help Chloe learn to work hard and work with others, but can still have the spotlight on her too. 

Lastly Alyacat (who I like to call Chat Roux), between LB and BC, I say BC is the better fit to Alya, largely because of Plagg. As a lazy, calm kwami, he’s a good counter to Alya’s energy and eagerness (just like Adrien). But for sure, what BC needs is the aggression, the compassion, and a willingness of self-sacrifice. Alya matches with most of it, she’s got the passion and eagerness to act, she does have the compassion and care, but self-sacrifice for a greater cause… so far we’ve only seen that with Adrien and Marinette, but Alya, it’s riskier, willing to risk herself to get what she wants and not thinking things through. Other then tunnel vision and focusing on her goal and not thinking everything through, I can see her as a very capable BC. 

[baek--honey]

1-50 bitch

well since u asked nicely how could i resist

1. If you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time? paint/draw or the like, or knit maybe,

2. What’s your favorite piece of clothing you own/owned? MY HOT MOMS SHIRT THAT I LOST ;n; also the big grey hoodie i have & a pierce the veil shirt i borrowed from my gf that im never giving back :)

4. How often do you play sports? never

5. What fictional place would you most like to go to? The Digital World

6. What job would you be terrible at? probably anything involving extensive memorizing and maintaining information for long periods of time. so basically a lot of things…… or maybe like. working at starbucks cos i cant make coffee OR remember lots of drink recipes omg

7. If you could turn any activity into an Olympic sport, what would you have a good chance at winning a medal for? playing kingdom hearts 2 on easy mode. i would have a good chance at winning because all the people that are good at playing kingdom hearts are gaming elitists that think playing on easy is for losers and if you dont play on critical mode you arent a real gamer :)

8. What skill would you like to master? making an omelet OR knitting

10. What would be the most amazing adventure to go on? some out of town adventure with my girlfriend where money and time dont matter 

11. If you could change one thing about your life right now, what would you change and why? uh i’d like to be less haunted by my traumatic past maybe! or be a few inches taller that would be cool i feel like both of these are pretty self explanatory 

12. What’s your favorite drink? W A T E R or milk tea 

13. What do you consider to be your best find? my girlfriend 

14. Are you usually early or late? way too early. too mcuh time i dont know what to do with it

15. What pets did you have while growing up? hm lets see i had a couple turtles, some fish, i had a gerbil that i got from a friend, an african grey named solomon, boston terrier named Tiny, two white boxers named Floyd & Lloyd, a mix named Macy, 4 chihuhuas named Dude, Pooty, Flout & Chief, and now we have a cat named Schrödinger :~), oh and an amstaff/dalmation mix named EL

16. When people come to you for help, what do they usually want help with? anything and everything but never really asking for advice i guess? its more of them talking about a problem cos im easy to talk to and then me trying to help them come up to a solution if they need it

17. What takes up too much of your time? S L E E P I N G 

18. What do you wish you knew more about? cats!!!! also dogs cos i know a lot but i want to know more

19. What would be your first question after waking up from being cryogenically frozen for 100 years? why am i still alive?

21. Who’s your go-to band or artist when you can’t decide on something to listen to? seventeen or monsta x, exo’s LMR repackaged album

22. What shows are you into? the office, lost, honestly nothing thats still running on tv, i havent watched a show in forever, oh god wait does anime count cos i could write the longest list of anime i love: haikyuu, nge, digimon, noragami ,,,,,,

23. Who has impressed you most with what they’ve accomplished? Seventeen (Hangul: 세븐틴), also stylized as SEVENTEEN or SVT, is a South Korean boy group formed by Pledis Entertainment in 2015. The group consists of thirteen members divided into three sub-units, 

24. What age do you wish you could permanently be? a dog mom & i hope i can make that wish come true

25. What would be your ideal way to spend the weekend? napping on and off in bed with my girlfriend and then going to town for sushi & milk tea and then uhhhhhhhhhhh coming back home to nap some more and then go out for noodles for another date :} oh and a dog would be involved if possible because cuddling dogs is best

26. What’s something you like to do the old-fashioned way? physically writing and sending cards/letters in the mail i guess? i dont know if that really counts as doing something the old fashioned way but i definitely dont get as many cards or anything in the mail anymore. i also like to keep physical hand written to-do lists & schedules and stuff

27. What have you only recently formed an opinion on? how bad exo are at dancing  turtlenecks and scarves. they are good 

28. What’s the single best day on the calendar? october 10th my dogs birthday and also narutos birthday

29. What are you interested in that most people haven’t heard of? asmr??? 

30. What is the most annoying question that people ask you? “did u have a little lamb?” OR when my grandpa asks me anything about his iphone 

31. What could you give a 40-minute presentation on without absolutely no preparation? my dogs or seventeen. OR a half ass presentation about kingdom hearts, trying to explain it while getting around all the plot holes and not nailing down my arguments cos i dont really get it either and theres a lot i dont pay attention to but i could come up with 40 mins of info im sure

32. If you were a dictator of a small island nation, what crazy dictator stuff would you do? no waking until 10am. no crime or anything will be allowed ill figure out some way to make everything perfect so women can go out alone at night and not be afraid. no discrimination !! all the poc, lgbt, disabled, any minority  will be welcome and have safe spaces and any hate will be punished by law. also everyones allowed to have pets in their homes and no home goes without food or power. am i doing this right

33. What is something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives? travel out of your comfort zone. like physically travel somewhere and make the most of it but do it with someone cos the buddy system is important

34. What’s worth spending more on to get the best? jackets. i will pay up to 100$ for a good jacket and wear it forever cos itll be confirmed long-lasting and also most likely very comfortable!!!

35. What is something that a ton of people are obsessed with but you just don’t get the point of? i just want to point out that its not that i dont get the point of it because everyone has their likes and i have my own that other people dont i like that people are into whatever they want to be its just that i am Not into it. and that thing is yuri on ice

36. What are you most looking forward to in the next 10 years? being able to wake up every morning next to my girlfriend and out pets :~)

37. Where is the most interesting place you’ve been? corning museum of glass was super neat……. , dollywood, gatlinburg, chicago chinatown, idk i havent been to many interesting places 

38. What’s something you’ve been meaning to try but just haven’t gotten around to? i wana get a tattoo !!!!!!!!

39. What’s the best thing that happened to you last week? getting a job interview at barnes & noble because now i have a job there!!!

40. What piece of entertainment do you wish you could erase from your mind so that you could experience it for the first time again? diamond edge chicago

41. If all jobs had the same pay and hours, what job would you like to have? all i really want is that job where im paid to sleep 

42. How different was your life one year ago? tbh not that much different?? other than i was in school and now im not. i didnt have a job and now i do. i was a year further away from moving 

43. What’s the best way to start the day? talking to my girlfriend and also let me just say that first pee in the morning. perfect

44. What quirks do you have? what are quirks exactly i looked up examples to help me think of some but all im thinking of is…i cant have the volume on my tv or radio on an even number it has to be on an odd number??? i have to sleep with a fan on. idk dude

45. What would you rate 10/10? [MV] 몬스타엑스 (MONSTA X) _ 걸어 (ALL IN)

46. What kind of art do you enjoy most? abstract w lots of colors and shapes. geometric stuff 

47. What do you hope never changes? my ability to collect myself (unless it gets better which then i hope it does), my passion for art of any sort

48. What city would you most like to live in? anywhere except charleston and somewhere thats not extremely highly populated

49. What movie title best describes your life? Scooby Doo 2 - Monsters Unleashed

50. What’s the best way a person can spend their time? sleeping or hanging out with their pet

[kookievmyoppa]

All In Ch.3 (Monsta X AU)

Idols: Monsta X (Esp Jooheon)

Type: Fantasy, fiction, romance, drama, idk what else lol.

Warnings: Mentioning of death in future chapters.

Word count:  4286

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

Chapter 3

Out of nowhere, you started recovering consciousness. You still didn’t know what was going on, though. All you knew was whatever was happening, it hurt. Everything hurt, especially breathing and your leg for some reason felt like jelly on fire.

You could barely hear people talking, but it was more like a background noise. Your head was pounding and it was really hard for you to decode the sounds that were coming into your ears.

You made a huge effort trying to open your eyes, they felt heavy as if you had been sleeping for years. When you finally made it, the first thing you saw was Wonho sitting next to you with his face all wet with tears.

You were back at the cave. Your memories came back one by one, projecting in your mind like you were watching a flashback of your own life from the outside. The moment you blacked out, the pain of bullet against your skin, you running away from the dogs alone, Wonho being mad at you, the kiss. Oh boy… the kiss.

— Wonho?— you muttered with your voice so low you wondered if he had heard you. But as soon as you said his name he stood up and walked away without saying a word.

— Shownu! She’s waking up!— he said on his way to him drying his tears off with the back of his hand, his voice was shaking.

— She’ll be fine, Wonho. She needs some rest, that’s all. The bullet didn’t cause any serious damage— Shownu replied — I.M, please go meet Minhyuk, he must be at home with Hyungwon trying to keep him away from here, make sure it stays that way. None of us is saying a word about this incident to him. Am I being clear?

You'd never heard Shownu that concerned before. Was there anything you were ignoring?

You wanted to say something but when you opened your mouth to speak, everything got dark again. Shownu was right, maybe you just needed some rest.

You shook your head to come back to Earth from all those memories.

— Are you blaming yourself for what happened that day?— you said laughing incredulously.

— It was my fault, Y/N! Why is it so funny to you?— he asked with tears still streaming down his face.

— Because it wasn’t, Wonho. You were not the one who shot me. You saved my life. If you haven’t brought me here I wouldn’t be alive right now— you said placing your hand firmly on his shoulder.

— I was supposed to protect you! If I haven’t left you alone like I did… If I… I should’ve been there! — he said clearly upset. You were done with him trying to carry the weight of the world.

— If you had, the two of us could’ve gotten hurt, or even killed. So if you ask me, I’m so glad you were not there— he put his head down — Hey! Look at me— you said lifting his head — You have to stop being so harsh on yourself. I’m fine, nothing happened. You don’t need to keep taking a blame that does not exist. And I miss you. If you don’t mind I would like to have my best friend back.

It took him a few seconds to smile again, but he did. He nodded and you felt the missing part of you was coming back to it’s place.

— I’m so sorry, though, for real. I was childish and selfish, not to mention immature. I put my own feelings over your safety and that will never happen again, I promise— he looked down and then again you felt guilty for not being able to love him back the way he wanted.

— Don’t bring that again, please. I really have nothing against you. And what happened there was totally understandable. You are human, Wonho, and sometimes this— you pointed at his heart — is stronger than that— now you were pointing at his head. — And it’s not a bad thing. If you hadn’t followed your heart as well to go back for me even when your brain told you it could be too late, and you were going to be in danger because of it, well… you know what would’ve happened. So no, please don’t apologize for having feelings, okay?— you asked after trying to finally find a closure for this whole thing.

— Alright—  he answered. — Are you sure we are going to be okay?... You know what I mean... — he let out after a long silence.

— We will. It does feel a little weird, I’m not gonna lie to you. But I think everything will be back to normal eventually. Well, I don’t even know what “normal” is right now after everything that’s going on the last couple of months, but at least I’m sure I’m not in for letting you and our friendship go. It’s up to you then.  

— Yeah, I know it’s weird, you tell me about it...— he laughed nervously with his hand in the back of his neck. — ...but I don’t want to lose you either. So count on me— he said smiling wide again.

— Always— you hugged him so hard, happy to have him back in your life. It took him a few seconds to hug you too after hesitating a bit, but he did and this time it didn’t feel as awkward as before.

— Okay, lovebirds, we are gonna start without you! You are taking so long!— Jooheon screamed from the other side of the cave. You pushed Wonho away clearing your throat.

— They are not lovebirds— Hyungwon said glaring at Wonho.

— Of course we are not. Franklin is a turtle, so no way. Your sister just wanted to feel my abs— Wonho said, and you punched his arm before walking towards them.

— Shut up, man. Do not test me— your brother said starting to get mad and you giggled. He lost it every single time any of the guys made jokes about you. The ones who usually did it were Kihyun and Wonho, although now you knew he was being probably serious the most of the time.

— Okay, okay. This is getting out of control. Why don’t we just start?— Shownu said to calm things down, as you all sat around the bonfire.

It was a perfect circle, you were sitting in the middle of Hyungwon and Minhyuk, next to him was Kihyun, then I.M, Wonho, Shownu and finally Jooheon. By now, all of you knew your spot by heart. It had been like this every month for almost a year since you’d discovered the power those flowers could have if they were properly prepared.

Jooheon was the only one who seemed to know how to do it right, though. You didn’t know why, and he wouldn’t tell. Whenever any of you asked him about it he just shrugged and said it was maybe an inherited thing from his grandmother who used to work with medicinal herbs. Then it should be some kind of gift only he had.

The rest of you had tried making the blue potion several times without succeeding, not to mention you tried it once and almost got all of you killed. You were in that kind of trance for so long, you could swear you had died until you started coming back to your senses one by one almost a whole day later. You didn’t remember anything.

If it wasn’t because you were there lying on the floor next to the extinct bonfire and with remains of paint in your faces full of sweat, you wouldn’t have pieced things together to know that what happened was because of the potion. After that, you came to the conclusion the denser the mixture, the more dangerous it could be.

You didn’t know exactly if it could actually get to kill you, but none of you were willing to give it a try with your own lives after your accidental experience close to death. Besides, Shownu had clearly forbidden any kind of experiments with things that could be lethal since then.

You took a look at all of them, with their faces full of coloured paint. Yellow, pink, blue, green, white... It was an important part of the whole thing, the colours were supposed to resemble the life of the moment itself, your sweet escape from the dark and gray present you were living in. All of you.

You wanted to get started already, to disconnect yourself from reality. You still had nightmares every night about that day, about your mom, about everything. Sometimes you wondered how could you even live with yourself.

You looked at Wonho who was talking to Kihyun. When your eyes met, he looked away blushing. You smiled. You had made the right call, it wasn't only the fact you didn’t love him the same way he loved  you, it was more than that. He deserved better than you. He had no clue of the things you’d done. If he did, you doubted he would wanted to be even your friend. That was why you should’ve kept it a secret until the day you died.

Hyungwon started coughing and you held his hand immediately.

— We really need to start, it's getting late— you said more like and order than a suggestion.

— Yes, you are right— Kihyun said getting your point —I'll paint Wonho's face. Minhyuk, can you help me out with Y/N's?— Minhyuk nodded and he handed him one of the cases where he had the paints.

Your heart stopped for a second when you saw him sitting right in front of you, drawing colourful lines in your cheeks and your forehead. Kihyun had made it plenty of times and you'd never felt this way because such a simple thing. Minhyuk smiled at you and it took you a while to smile back. Why were you suddenly this shy around him? It had never been this way before.

Your brother coughed again, but this time it was harder. There was no time for you to think this through.

— Okay, we are good to go— you put Minhyuk's hand away from your face without minding it looked a little rude.

— Are you okay? — he asked Hyungwon before going back to his spot.

— Yeah— he muttered and you squeezed his hand.

— Now that we're all set up, let's get it!— Jooheon said and stood up in front of the pot that was in the bonfire with a blue liquid on it.

He started doing the ritual. With his eyes closed most of the time, he mumbled things none of you could understand, moving his hands in circles over the pot and stirring the mixture clockwise. The rest of you were just there in silence waiting for him to finish doing his thing so you could start drinking the potion.

After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, Jooheon finally took a little vessel and served the potion there. He took a sip of it and gave it to Shownu first. He drank too and then each of the guys did as well, one by one.

You made sure Hyungwon had enough he was for sure the one who needed it the most. He handed you the vessel and you noticed his hands were shaking.

— Wonnie, are you okay?— you asked, but he didn't seem to be listening. You looked into his eyes and startled a little when you saw his pupils extremely dilated. He was gone already.

With his gaze lost somewhere in the horizon, he passed the potion to you. You were the last one left. You looked at the scene in front of you, none of them were any different than your brother.

They were laughing over nothing, smiling a lot and being super affectionate with each other.

You'd never seen the potion work that quick before. You hesitated before taking a sip, something didn't feel right about all this, but in the end you drank.

You felt the effect almost immediately, the joy, how every single event from the past started vanishing in front of your eyes. You laughed. A lot. And you didn't even know what were you laughing at, you just did. The little part inside you trying to hold on to reality started letting go slowly. Your vision became blurry and it was like the whole world was spinning around you.

Suddenly you saw Jooheon falling to the ground right beside you. He was twisting on the floor as he was in pain, even in the state you were, it was like you could feel his desperation. You tried to move to help him, but your body was numb. Then Shownu fell too, and then each one of the guys in the same order they had drunk.

You thought of Hyungwon, but it was too late. When your eyes met him, he was already on the floor screaming.

Meanwhile, you were still laughing and it was making you sick, you wanted to do something, they were all suffering and you were just there laughing against your will like an idiot.

Then, something weird happened, all the joy and the happiness you felt a while ago faded as if all of it had been a joke. Everything got dark and as soon as a black silhouette took a human form right in front of you. If you had thought you were paralyzed before, you were so wrong. Your sweat was cold and an indescribable feeling took over your body. If Hyungwon was seeing the same as you, now you could figure out why he was screaming. That was when your head hit the ground.

Jooheon's eyes widened when he looked at the entrance of the cave and saw a familiar figure lighted weakly by the flames of the distant bonfire.

He couldn't help by smile. The part of him that still could discern between what was real and what was not knew it was all because of the potion effects, but this was the reason why he prepared it and drank it. It was not like he didn't care about helping Hyungwon. He really did, he was his friend,  but seeing Mrs. Lee again, his grandmother, was his priority and as priorities didn't matter as long as the potion got done, it was a desire he could afford.

He kept smiling to her, glad he could see her again even when he knew it wasn't really her. The truth was he missed her a lot, the empty space in his heart would never be filled, and the pain would never go away.

He wanted about to ask her "why", he'd been needing that answer for so long, but the moment he opened his mouth to speak, another figure appeared next to his grandmother, a smaller one.

His whole body froze. He didn't need to see his face properly to know who he was. There was no way he could ever forget him. But the fact he was there  in his hallucinations, could only mean one thing, something was wrong with the potion, something he'd experimented before on the quiet, that's how he knew.

The image of Mrs. Lee disappeared in the shadows that his whole world was diving into, but not the young man, he was still there.

"It's your fault. You did this to me" his voice echoed inside Jooheon's head and it caused a pain he couldn't describe, he ended up on the floor suffering every single time that voice rumbled over and over again.

He knew what was about to happen, that was just the beginning and there was no way to stop it. He wasn't that scared for himself but for the rest of the X Clan members, what they were about to experience was really intense, not to mention traumatic. He'd gone through it once by himself, but none of you knew. He wasn't allowed to do it, but he had to, he needed answers and that looked like the only way to get them back then. He was wrong, though. Now it was happening again, but this time he didn't mean it. What had he done wrong?

Before he could keep meditating about it, the voice inside his head became louder while the figure walked towards him, getting closer every time the famous phrase ended.

"It's your fault. You did this to me" he touched Jooheon's forehead and the whole scene turned black.

In the shadows of the darkness, smoke started rising from the floor and a familiar location took shape in front of his eyes: Mrs. Lee’s greenhouse. Everything was just like he remembered, all the plantations on the ground with tiny free spaces in between, and all the flowers… the blue flowers.

There was enough room for other kind of crops, but his grandmother was obsessed with those. That was the reason his parents usually argued with her. They never understood where was the logic of having a greenhouse full of useless flowers, considering they lived in that stupid village where they barely had enough food to survive.

Jooheon didn’t know her reasons either, but he never judged her. He was actually curious about what made them so special for her to be in that place almost all day everyday. There should be something, he could feel it, and it was like it was calling for him desperately to find out.

Suddenly, he saw a little kid entering the greenhouse. He was around 8 years old, average height, chubby pink cheeks and determination in his eyes. It was him, he was looking at himself from above. Little Jooheon was walking around the place checking every single blue flower in there, smelling them, touching them, feeling them. It felt just right. He enjoyed going there so much, even when his parents told him not to he always managed to sneak in.

— Honey?— Mrs. Lee’s voice scared him. He quickly put his hands behind his back as he saw her coming into the room with a glass full of a blue liquid. — Sneaking in again, I see...— she said with a sweet smile and a condescendent look. Jooheon looked away scared to be scolded. — Do your parents know you are here?— she asked lowering her voice as if they were there. He shook his head slowly. — That's great, then— she lifted his head and winked at him.

— It's the first time I see you in my precious greenhouse. Although, to be honest, I know it's not the first time— she raised an eyebrow. — Don't misunderstand me,  sweety. I'm so glad you are here. Your parents... They wouldn't understand the real reason of my little... research, if you liked to call it that...— she sighed.

— What is it about, grandma? I wanna learn! I'm not like my parents,  I promise— he whined. He really wanted to learn. Despite his short age he was a curious boy of things other children didn't care at all.  

— Of course you are not. You are more like me. You have the gift.

Jooheon froze and his eyes widened. He'd never heard something like this before.

— The gift? What gift? I don't understand.

— Well... You'll see, do you know why do I have this greenhouse?

— Because you know how to make medicines with these flowers?

— Yes, sweety. I sell them to the government, not many people here know how to do it. But I do, and I can show you the way.

— Really?!— he asked excited.

— Sure! I know you are the right one to learn this. Your dad... He wouldn't do it right no matter how hard he tried. I think that's why he doesn't like me to do all this. But you... I can see your potential. I'll teach you everything I know.

— Like what's that blue juice you have there for? I'm thirsty,  can I take a sip?— he said trying to reach the glass with his hand.

— It's not juice, Honey— she stopped him while giggling — It's... an experiment. But it's a secret, okay?— he nodded with his eyes wide open —I believe there's a way to have visions with it.

— Visions?— he asked amazed — What kind of visions?

— That, my little friend, is what I'm trying to find out.

— Grandma, can I help?— he was eager to know what they could discover.

— Of course you can! I could really use an assistant here. You can watch and learn, and take notes of our experiments! What do you say?— she ruffled his hair nicely.

— I'm all in!— he answered as excited as never before.

He could remember it so clearly, not just because all those memories just passed by right in front of his eyes, but because it was how it all started.

They worked secretly on it for years, that was how he learned everything he knew. How he could do medicine with the flowers but at the same time he could do these potions that were able to project in your mind the greatest things your heart could ever wish for, or bring you the worst flashbacks of the most painful moments of your life, with any of those experiences feeling so real, your mind wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the visions and reality itself.

He discovered as well that as soon as you cut the flowers off, they started losing their properties so you couldn't do much with them after several hours, and you could  plant them out of the village but the further they were from the greenhouse, the hardest was for them to grow properly and they ended up withering before blooming.

Still, none of that made any sense but even after all their research they had no clue about what made that greenhouse and the plants themselves so special.

Jooheon knew his grandmother worked hard on it, she always wanted to learn more, to reveal their greatest potential, so she stayed up all night experimenting and trying new things. But one day, a bird drank of one of her experimental potions and dropped dead at her feet.

The potion could be poisonous, but he didn't know how. Mrs. Lee was the only one who knew exactly what to do to make the liquid lethal, but she never told him. "This is not something we as humans are supposed to control. Life and death are things beyond our will and our selfish wishes" she'd said.    

She didn’t want anyone to know about those properties of the flowers. It had been one of her greatest secrets. Or that was what she thought... The government was suspicious about what kind of discoverings she had made after so long working at the greenhouse without any important news besides the medicinal effect, which they already knew well, so they had sent a spy to sneak in, and he discovered she had found a way to make poison.

She was the only blue medicine (as they used to call it) supplier to the dictator of the village, Hwan Gyeonchul. He suffered from some rare cardiopulmonary condition that could only be treated with that liquid. However, it was just a temporary fix considering he needed to take it again about three or four weeks after, as the effect wasn’t permanent.

Jooheon always thought it was not right to serve someone as disgusting as this man who had made of that village a living hell, full of fear and disgrace. But his grandmother didn’t really have a choice, dictator Hwan wasn’t someone you could negotiate with.

If it wasn’t because of his illness, things would be definitely worse. He had always been grateful for the existence of that disease until he met Hyungwon, this kid who lived on the other side of the village who suffered from it too.

As the government took all the medicine they could get from Mrs. Lee’s greenhouse, they sold it to the other three people who needed it as well, for a ridiculously high price. It wasn’t easy for Hyungwon’s family to get it, and Jooheon felt terrible because he couldn’t help him. They knew he was one of the other sick people there, so if he stopped buying it they would think his she was giving it away without permission and she would get in trouble.

And that’s how they were, always taking money from the citizens and giving them a terrible life quality. That was what The X Clan protested for back in the days, and Hwan Gyeonchul didn’t like it at all. He wanted them all dead. And what could be a better way to kill the rebels without the rest of the people noticing than an unknown poison? That was when everything went downhill.

It was late in the evening when Jooheon and his grandmother listened to the door trembling. They thought it was some kind of earthquake until they heard an aggressive voice on the other side.

— Mrs. Lee, we know you are there, open up. General Hwan Gyeonchul orders!— the voice got louder as they kept hitting the door. What they were doing couldn't be called knocking.

Jooheon was in shock. He had never been that scared in his life. He didn't know what those men were they for, but he did know they were up to no good.

A/N: That was it, this is the third chapter of the series, I hope you liked it. Some more thing will be revealed on the next episode, with someone else’s story.

If you missed the previous parts, here you go:

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

I would like to know what you guys think, feel free to comment below! Sorry about any spelling or grammar mistakes, english is not my mother language. Any kind of feedback will be really appreciated so if you want you can always text me or send an ask, whatever your feel comfortable with. Thank you so much for taking your time to read this, and have a good day/night. Take care xoxo

I wanna thank @withnosuchgrace for helping me out with ideas and reading my stuff. And @akpopinhoe for always being supportive! 

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