#ive been staring at this art for too long but it still gets a lil giggle outta me lol

[tabieeee]

what do u do if your new teammates are charming af technically a prequel to this? song: All The Right Moves - OneRepublic

[autisticempathydaemon]

sorry if this is a lil long (￣□￣;)!!

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

there are a few albums (igor, damn., songs) ive been listening to on loop for a few weeks now, but if i were to narrow it down to one song it would be “forwards beckon rebound” by adrianne lenker ^_^. i liked it when i first listened to the album in full but then found out my boyfriend liked it, so i LOVE it now. 

What is your Enneagram type?

INFP-T, 4w3

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

i LOVE them!! i really enjoy jacob geller’s video essays, specifically his video “how can we bear to throw anything away?”. i think its SUPER cool and very poetically justifies my hoarding. though for GARGANTUAN, i like flawed peacock’s 7 hour and 42 minute video on “who’s lila”, which i still havent finished.

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

when i was around 9 i used to be called “daffodil” when teased so i turned daffodil into my alter ego and spoke to her with pure hatred

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

most of the time i scroll and scroll and scroll until im about to pass out from exhaustion, but when im NOT doing that, either put on music or a sleep aid audio n stare at my ceiling til i fall asleep.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

im trans and have been out to my friends for around 3-4 years now, and i changed my name to my current one due to dissatisfaction with my previous name choice and my fixation on the character i named myself after.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

ashers 2021 hbs. its so sweet and silly and full of love <3 i love asher and i love fluff :3

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

guy. hes alright but i just dont see the appeal character-wise. hes kind of just erik’s self-insert or low-effort character which is great for him but not that interesting for me.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

book + movie: the perks of being a wallflower, and tv show: brooklyn 99. i was DEEPLY into tpobaw a few months ago and finished the book (with annotations) in 4 days. charlie kelmeckis is me!! as for b99, its my comfort show and i’ve rewatched it at least 6 times in full.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

caelum :3 i need to hug him asap!! need to bake with him!!

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

no specific topic, but ill start talking about how much i love something or someone. tired me is very loving. according to my best friend i talk a lot about my boyfriend when im sleepy.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

diet coke and ice cream ^_^ 

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. 

there are a few, but my top three are a playlist containing every alex g song i like, a playlist full of love songs of all different genres and artists, and a playlist i made in 2022 when i was into more obscure rock ^_^. but mostly i listen to adrianne lenker or kendrick lamar on shuffle.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

video essays talking about drake vs kendrick. i swear ive watched over a hundred videos related to that drama, mostly cause i love kendrick so much and have been a drake hater since 2015. 

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

im a big lover of the arts!! both visual (i draw both traditionally and digitally, and have tried painting) and musical (big music fan + very amateur singer and guitarist). i really like movies, but i like movie analysis youtube videos more! in that same vein, i love horror media but am too scared most of the time to actually consume it, so i watch a lot of horror explanation or analysis videos.

im an extremely awkward person to talk to, like severely. also i like minecraft a lot, avid hermitcraft watcher.

Type Fours are so lovely, so internally complex and magnificent and creative despite and perhaps in conjunction with their introversion. I think a fellow introvert would especially appreciate that about you- Anton, specifically.

Another reason I like y’all together is this enneagram type (and MBTI) tends to be very feelings based, very pathos motivated, and that would contrast from Anton whose life and job are so technical, so logos-y. You bring so much light and verve into his life; whenever he sees art, he thinks of you and how it would make you feel. You make him think more about how he feels, you know? The art you create and the way you experience art, the way you enjoy things, makes him marvel.

And you do love to enjoy things with him, to show new things and movies and shows, because his marvel in turn makes things even more fun for you! Anton strikes me as the type of guy who knows nothing about pop culture if left alone, so you get to show him everything. He likes Brooklyn Nine Nine a lot more than he thought. (Terry is his favorite; he also likes yogurt and wants to be a girl dad.) He doesn’t give a single shit about the Kendrick/Drake beef but you’re so animated when you talk about it, he listens raptly. He doesn’t really enjoy horror, but it doesn’t scare him either so he’s a comforting presence whenever you decide to try watching some.

Song:

A volcano erupted/ And the stars fell one by one/ And finally I'm done right/ And it's a kite trapped in my mind/ But I don't mind/ I think of your hands on my body/ And they feel nice/ Just one more night

(Thank you again, Spotify Artist Radios, because I don’t listen to a lot of folk! This is a new song for me!) I chose this one for you and Anton because of the phrase “velvet kind of mood”, because it makes me think of how Anton’s love would tactile-y feel- warm, plush, heavy like a weighted blanket and just as comforting. The lyric “just one more night” also made me think of Anton holding onto you the night before he leaves, so I could not resist.

Runner-ups:

Geordi is the first runner-up that came to mind because he strikes me as the most… artistically inept of the redacted bois if you will- thus, he would feel the most awe and reverence and your prowess. Plus, I like to headcanon him as trans, and we love a t4t couple. Asher is my favorite runner up for you though, but I can’t quite word why. I think it’s something about his extrovert energy against yours.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[shotorozu]

hii!!! i have a lil request! its smth ive been thinking a lot about bc i love him so much, but how do u think shoto would be with someone whos like super counter-culture? like super goth or punk or gyaru or smth! im personally really into goth and have lots of facial piercings including some that are not super common like angel fangs as well as a bunch of tattoos, brightly dyed hair and dress kinda trad goth on the regular w bones and all that.

i can kinda see him maybe catching interest in someone whos so outside of the norm in style as a way to kinda fuck w his dad since he grew up so traditionally and all that, but also he seems like he'd be too kind to actually follow through with dating someone solely to spite his dad.

skfbdidjd idk! i just kinda wanna hear other ppls thoughts on it! i hope u have a good holiday season and a good new year!

(gender neutral reader, no pronouns mentioned— i tried to be very broad when it came to describing aspects of aesthetics)

ohh i think shouto being with someone that’s super counter culture is an interesting concept

before meeting them, he’d probably walk past them— his future s/o decked out in super cool accessories (including piercings), tattoos and dyed hair, and his neck would almost SNAP due to how fast he looked back at them 😭😭

it’s a culture shock, he obviously isn’t used to people that are so.. non-traditional? if he brought you in front of his dad then his dad would probably freeze up (ironically) and get sent to the hospital in an ambulance.

he’d be in awe just by looking at them standing, breathing, doing nothing— the wrist guards (solely for aesthetics, a shock for shouto since he needs those in the heroics) leg warmers, colorful hairpins, intricate and one of the kind hairstyles—

your overall fashion sense has him gawking.

it’s almost rude (and is about to become that way) the way he’s just opening staring at you like some kid on an airplane— but y’know, he’s kinda cute so you don’t make much of it. on top of that, you should probably mind your business, and not start some beef with the current #1 hero’s youngest and also famous son.

when he gets to know you more, he finds himself liking you— whether or not your personality aligns perfectly with your chosen aesthetic, or it’s the polar opposite, he finds himself sticking to you like some lost puppy.

it’s a perfect 50:50 of “i think your personality is cool” and “i need to follow you because i need to look at you more. you LOOK cool”

so he dates you for the reasons above and also because he wants to piss off his dad— because again, looking at you could send endeavor into a shock. (and he dates you genuinely because he actually really likes you and wouldn’t use you without your consent just to spite his very traditional father)

all backstory aside, he goes to you when he needs advice to level up his appearance— that includes fashion. anything you say is noteworthy, and he will absolutely take any advice as long as you say it.

he also comes to you for advice for piercings especially.

yeah, because y’know how it looked like he had some cartilage piercings in some of the latest official arts? he definitely went to you to ask for the pain level and aftercare.

“will it hurt?”

“yeah.. it’s cartilage after all. what if you got a lobe piercing first? you don’t have one.”

“i trust you. :)) so i’ll get one if you say so.”

he would’ve made you pierce his ears— or he did make you. it depends on how okay, and experienced you are with it. (and even if you weren’t— he’d still want you to do it 💀 it’s a good thing you could say no)

he’d also want to know the backstory behind any of your tattoos if you have any.

and he’d also want to try everything with you— that includes touching up your hair dye, getting new clothes, painting your nails, doing your makeup— the endless amount of things he’s willing to do with you, and assist you with 😭 i need someone like that

anyways, besides everything fashionable— he is your number one defender.

someone (for some stupid reason) said out loud “when i think of todoroki, i can’t imagine him being with someone like Y/N..”

and before anyone could say anything else, he just blankly replies with

“when i think of you, i can’t imagine you with anyone.”

that causes everybody to shut up, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from breaking into a smile.

he’s ruthless sometimes 😭

[shhhhyoursister]

I miss your writing so much. Could you maybe spare a short fic? Or hc's? Or something haha I really miss it

hello hello hello yes ive been wanting to write this lil comforty thing for a bit so here we go heres some sleepy boyfriends being cute also this got way longer than i meant it to (and also might become the first in a set of little domesticy things that i post on ao3 where they live together and itll literally just be a way for me to get all my gross mushy domestic feelings out)

***

Matteo felt like someone had turned up the gravity with how heavy his body felt as he dragged himself home, backpack almost empty but feeling like it was full of bricks. He had had a full day, starting with a therapy appointment and then lunch with his mom and a ton of tiny little errands that he couldn’t even remember doing, but knew that they piled up until he could barely even see straight.

And he hadn’t even talked to David all day. They were both busy, so besides seeing him in the morning after waking up first, barely kissing him goodbye before he rushed out the door, they had had no contact. He had checked his phone what felt like every five minutes, frowning every time his screen was blank. So as tired as he was going home, as much as he felt like it would be much nicer to curl up on the concrete in front of his building than to force himself up the stairs, David was motivation enough to make it all the way to their front door.

He shoved it open, letting his bag drop to the ground the second he was inside, and he kicked his shoes off and took his jacket off and thunked his back against the door, just to rest for a minute. He was hoping David would swoop out of nowhere and carry him off to bed, cuddle him up in the all the blankets and soft sheets and warm skin that he could possibly want, but he didn’t. He didn’t even come out to greet Matteo, which was a little strange.

Matteo made his way through the flat, checking in the few rooms they had, but didn’t find his boyfriend until he walked into the room they used for schoolwork or regular work or art or whatever they needed to do that wasn’t sleeping, eating, or watching movies. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled, realizing that David hadn’t heard him come in because he had headphones pulled over his ears, and he was hunched over, staring at the computer screen. Matteo could tell from his slow movements as he clicked and dragged things around that he was just as tired as Matteo was. 

David must have seen his reflection in a part of the screen, because he suddenly slid his headphones off, turning in the chair as he did so. and he gave Matteo a big (albeit sleepy) smile and said, “Hey, you.”

Matteo said a quiet, “Hey, you,” back, and walked over, feeling more and more like honey being poured slow out of a bottle as he went, and the relief he felt when he finally dropped into David’s lap, legs curled up and head dropping onto his shoulder as David’s arms circled around him and held him tight, was worth the long day. Was worth all the long days in the world. David bent his head and pressed a soft kiss to Matteo’s cheek, and he cuddled in closer.

“I don’t think this chair is meant for two people.” David said quietly into his hair, the smile on his face obvious in the tone of his voice.

Matteo let out a deep breath, shoving himself somehow closer and getting an arm around David too, and said back, “It seems to be handling us just fine.”

Not quite true with the way it was creaking anytime either of them moved, but David didn’t seem to care with the quiet chuckle he let out at Matteo’s response, and squeezed him tighter. Matteo could’ve have fallen asleep like that, even if he was a little uncomfortable with the way the arm of the chair was digging into his back, but David hands and lips on him were making it easier to ignore.

“You know, I was thinking,” David said, running his hand down Matteo’s arm.

“That’s not good,” Matteo interrupted before he could continue.

David pinched him but then squeezed him tighter when he pouted, “I was thinking about that fact that we haven’t used the bathtub since we moved in.”

Matteo nodded, too tired and brain too foggy to piece together where David was going with that.

“And we’ve both had long days, and I know that Laura snuck some bubble bath stuff under the sink when she helped us set the place up.” David said, his voice quiet and soothing to Matteo’s head, which is probably why his first reaction wasn’t to laugh.

“You want us to take a bubble bath?” Matteo asked, incredulously, lifting his head when he was able to so he could see David’s amused face.

“Yeah, I mean,” David said, slipping his hands under Matteo’s shirt to rub slow up his sides, grinning when Matteo shivered at the feeling, “it’s supposed to be relaxing, and it seems like we might both need that. And it’ll be nice, and warm, and we can even grab a bottle of wine if we want,”

Suddenly the thought of getting into a warm, bubbly, sweet-smelling bathtub with his naked boyfriend and a bottle of wine sounded like the most appealing thing Matteo could have have possibly imagined doing that night.

“If you run the bath I’ll pour the wine and roll us a joint,” Matteo said, leaning forward to nose into David’s cheek. He pressed a kiss there when David squeezed his hands around his ribs, letting out a pleased sound at Matte’s offer.

“Okay, deal,” he said, and started sliding his hands off of Matteo’s body, which wasn’t what he wanted at all, but knew it was necessary to carry out the plans they had just made. He sat up more, stretching his back a bit from the position he had been, but felt a hand on the back of his neck and he looked up just in time to see David’s face getting closer, and he closed his eyes as their lips met.

He raised his hand to David’s cheek and stroked a thumb across his cheekbone as their lips pressed together again and again, trading soft kisses that they were both too tired to deepen. Matteo felt the last bit of tension that had been sitting in his chest, a little ball of something still isn’t quite right, dissipate immediately. Once they finally pulled away from each other Matteo wrapped his arms around David’s neck and squeezed him tight, before standing up to find where they had put the wine glasses.

By the time Matteo had ground the weed and rolled it into a neat joint stuck behind his ear, and located the wine glasses and a bottle of wine (that he needed to ask David to open because his arms were just too sore to even try), the bath was ready. David had gone into their room to grab them clean clothes for once they got out, and Matteo opened the bathroom door a crack and stepped into the the room, his shoulder drooping as soon as he entered.

The room was filled with a foggy steam that smelled like lavender, and it felt thick in a way that made Matteo’s eyes droop too, like a heavy blanket being pulled over his all of his senses. He set everything down, carefully poured two glasses of wine that he set on the little (very convenient) ledge in the tub, and then leaned back against the wall to wait for David, his eyes closing as he did so.

He smiled when he heard the door open, and let out a content sigh when he felt arms slide up his sides again, pushing his shirt up in an obvious attempt to undress him. Matteo raised his arms and let David take the shirt off, opening his eyes when it was pulled over his head. He grinned, seeing that David had already removed his shirt.

He put his hands on David’s shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, his eyes closing again when he felt David’s skin against his, warm especially with the temperature in the room,  and again Matteo was sure that he could’ve fallen asleep like that, standing there with David’s arms holding him up. David slid his hands down Matteo’s sides, making him shiver again, and brought them to the button on Matteo’s pants. He smiled into David’s shoulder as he unbuttoned them, shoving them down Matteo’s legs along with his boxers, and then did the same for himself.

He stayed against the wall as David got into the tub first, content to stare at his naked back with half-lidded eyes as David got used to the temperature of the water before sinking into it with a sigh, his arms resting on the edges of the tub on either side of him, his head leaned back against the tiled wall. Matteo would have been happy to just stand there staring at him, but he was feeling chilled with that much skin exposed. He stepped into the bath, settled into it faster than David had, tired of being a little cold with no boyfriend pressed up against him. 

And fuck, Matteo felt like his brain was melting out of his ears. He leaned back against David’s chest, sighing the same way David had, his head tipping back against his shoulder. He could already feel the soreness in his muscles lessening, the water and whatever David had put in it calming his body and mind so much that he started wondering why he had never tried it before. It helped that David’s hands, wet and warm from the water, started dragging up his chest down his stomach, reaching his belly button before sliding back up.

“I think this is the best idea you’ve ever had.” Matteo murmured, his voice quiet but echoey in the enclosed space. 

“I think so too,” David said back, leaning in to kiss at Matteo’s neck, and he tilted his head to the side to offer up more skin if David wanted to kiss him there, too. He did, trailing gentle kisses up to the spot behind his ear and then down his jaw, down his neck to the junction of where his neck met his shoulder, and then back up. Matteo shivered again, melting more into David’s chest, still relaxed, but the feeling was lighting something up inside him. 

David lifted a hand out of the water, and pulled away from Matteo’s neck so he could grab one of the wine glasses, offering it to Matteo, who reluctantly released the grip he had had on David’s thigh to take it from him. He tipped his head back again, and took a sip, pouting and pulling the glass away when half of the sip spilled down his cheek and chin, dripping a dark red onto his chest. David’s other hand came out of the water and wiped the spot away, and he leaned down again and kissed his way up the pink streak the wine had left on Matteo’s skin.

They both sipped their wine, comfortably quiet in the way that only two people who knew each other inside and out could be, letting the alcohol and the steam and the smells swirl around their heads, calming them both from the days they had. Matteo could feel David sinking further into the water, and he did so as well, the warmth flowing up into his shoulders as they adjusted themselves. Matteo set his wine glass down, and reached for the joint that was somehow still set behind his ear. He could feel David smile into his neck when he placed it between his lips, and he reached out to grab the lighter before Matteo could.

He flicked it on, carefully holding it up to the end of the joint until Matteo puffed on it and got it going, and he set it back down, his hand resuming the path from Matteo’s chest down his stomach. Matteo tilted his head back against David’s shoulder again as the weed warmed him in a different way, the smoke burning his throat pleasantly. He grabbed the joint between two fingers and was going to offer it to David when he felt a hand on his cheek, and he opened his eyes to see David looking at him, his own eyes dark and staring into Matteo’s with a smile in them as he leaned forward and pressed their mouths together.

Matteo exhaled slowly, breathing the smoke into David’s mouth, putting a hand on David’s chest to steady himself and feel it rise as he breathed in, holding Matteo close so their lips wouldn’t slip. They pulled apart, Matteo taking in a deep, shaky breath as he watched David’s head fall back against the wall, smoke flowing slowly out of his nose. He pressed a kiss to the base of David’s neck, and raised the joint in front of his mouth, waiting for David’s lips to close around it before dropping his hand back into the water.

They finished the joint, sometimes shotgunning the smoke between them when the desire to kiss became to much to handle, and sipped at their wine until there was nothing but pink droplets at the bottom of the glasses. The weed, the wine, the water, everything was making Matteo feel like he was made of honey again, thoughts dripping through his head like the water dripping down the sides of the tub, and he let out a content sigh, turning his head so he could nuzzle into David’s neck.

“Can we stay in here forever?” he asked before really thinking about it, blushing as soon as the question left his lips. He hadn’t meant to ask it out loud, expecting it to stay in his head with the other fuzzy thoughts running through it. Not that he wouldn’t, if given the opportunity, spend the rest of his life in a  bathtub, high, a little drunk, warm from the water and David’s skin and presence behind him.

David’s arms wrapped around him, squeezing tight enough to make Matteo feel a bit more awake. He opened an eye to look up just as David grinned, and he smiled back as David pressed that grin into his cheek, pressed a kiss there right after, and hummed for a second like he was thinking. His hands started rubbing up Matteo’s chest again, and kissed his cheek again.

“We can sure as hell try.”

[miafic]

hi aly !! only do this if u want to but ive been having a rough day and i want a small lil fluffy thing abt jawn to read :'( u dont have to though !! love u

idk how fluffy this is, but its sweet and i hope you like it!!

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Jawn stopped sniffling as soon as he heard Awsten’s sheets crinkle. He stilled completely, hoping that Awsten was just getting up to go to the bathroom, but Awsten’s footsteps came right up to the edge of Jawn’s bed.

“Here,” Awsten whispered. 

Jawn kept pretending to be asleep.

“Dude. I know you’re up. Don’t make me tuck him in with you,” Awsten sighed.

Jawn wiped at his cheeks and then glanced over his shoulder; Awsten was holding his stupid stuffed frog out. Hesitantly, Jawn took it. It was still warm from Awsten’s body heat. 

“He’s good if you need to hug something,” Awsten mumbled, and then he turned and walked away.

It was too dark to see the frog clearly, but Jawn used one of his fingertips to draw a line over where the animal’s little, embroidered smile was. “Obrigado,” Jawn murmured without thinking.

“That means ‘thank you,’ right?” Awsten asked. He dropped back onto his mattress and slipped under the covers.

“Yeah.” 

“How do you say ‘you’re welcome’?” 

“We don’t say that, really. We say... it’s kind of like how in English, you’d say, ‘it’s nothing.’ De nada.”

“Of nothing,” Awsten translated.

“Yeah.” 

“That’s the same as Spanish.”

“Uh-huh.” 

“Well, de nada, then.” 

Experimentally, Jawn gave the dumb frog a squeeze. If Awsten saw, he didn’t comment. Jawn wiped at his cheeks again and gave the frog another hug.

“Are you okay?” Awsten asked quietly. “I can get Lucas if you want. I don’t mind.” 

“I’m fine.”

There was an awkward pause. 

“Okay,” Awsten said right as Jawn confessed, “I just miss my mom kinda bad.” 

Awsten laid down and pulled the covers up to his chin. “I miss my mom kinda bad, too.” 

Jawn’s eyebrows rose. “Really?”

“Yeah, dude,” Awsten said with a sad laugh. “Every damn day.” 

“I always feel stupid.” 

“Nah, you’re not stupid for missing your mom. I know you love her a lot.” 

“Tell me about yours,” Jawn prompted.

“You’ve met her.” 

“No, I’ve never even seen her up close.”

“She’s come here, like, three times!” 

“Yeah, well...” Jawn adjusted the stuffed animal in his arms.

“Okay, um. She’s great. Her hands are always cool but not cold, so when she brushes your hair back, it feels really good.”

Jawn had to comment, “My mom’s hands are really warm.” 

“And she wears this perfume that comes in this pretty bottle. I don’t know what it’s called, but she’s worn it since before I even met her. So whenever I smell it, it reminds me of her. It smells really good. I don’t like perfume, but I like hers.” 

Jawn smiled a little. “Does her hair always look like that?”

It was Awsten’s turn to smile. “Yeah. She sleeps in curlers most of the time. And she likes to cook, and she gives really good hugs... I don’t know.” He was quiet for a bit. “She has all these high heels and dresses and necklaces and skirts, and when me and Otto were really little, we used to try them on. Mostly just the shoes and the necklaces.”

Jawn chuckled. “That’s gay.”

“Oh, tell me you never tried on your mom’s high heels.”

“I don’t remember, but I guess I probably did.” 

“I’m sure you did.” 

“She has two pairs,” Jawn murmured. “They’re both black, but they look really different.” 

“She’s pretty,” Awsten supplied. “Your art is like looking at a picture, so I know.” 

Jawn smiled at the compliment about his drawings. “Your mom’s pretty, too.” 

“Thanks,” Awsten replied. He adjusted in his bed.

“Hey...” Jawn began slowly, “I wanted to say sorry. For - for when I said she wasn’t your real mom.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. So... I’m sorry.” 

Awsten hesitated. “Thanks.”

“Yeah. Thanks for Oliver.”  

“Just for tonight,” came Awsten’s sharp response.

“Yeah, I know.” 

They were quiet for a long time. Eventually, Awsten curled up on his side and relaxed into his pillow. Jawn kept hugging Oliver and thinking about Mamãe and staring at the ceiling. 

“You know,” Jawn finally said, “sometimes I think we could actually be friends.” 

There was no response.

“Awsten?” Jawn turned over and sat up a little, peering at Awsten’s still form for several seconds. 

Yeah, he was definitely asleep. 

Jawn laid back down. He stared at the ceiling again, but he didn’t feel as sad as he expected to. To Oliver, he murmured, “Sometimes I think Awsten and me could actually be friends.”  

[jungshookz]

I rlly love librarian joon so much that ive been rereading it and i was wondering,,, maybe a drabble on how y/n gets a tutor for her philosophy (or any subject) class and they have lessons in the library and joon gets jealous esp when y/n tutor is obvioUSLY flirting with y/n but shes an oblivious walnut (we still love u y/n) and he gets kind of insecure that y/n doesnt ask him for help instead and constantly ditches him for tutoring lessons and overall just seems to have more fun with her tutor

→ pairing: kim namjoon x reader

→ genre: librarian!joonie is back!!!!, let me introduce you all to arthoe!taehyung, oblivious!y/n, fluffy times + lil bit of angst + tinY bit of smut u know how it be 

→ wordcount: 3.4k

(gif isn’t mine!)

namjoon usually doesn’t take things personally because he’s groWn and he has better things to fret over

but sweetie

he is FREttING over this very very hard

you decided to take up art history this semester and you didn’t want to sLip so you hooked yourself up with a tutor

you just came out of nowhere and you were like hey by the way i can’t hang out after class today because i have my first tutoring lesson and namjoon was like ?? do you have another philosophy exam or something

“nah i don’t have any more exams i’m just taking art history this year and i want to be ahead of everything and stuff”

wha-

namjoon thinks that he makes a pretty good tutor himself and he would totaLLY memorise 100 books worth of information so that he could teach you because that’S how much he cares for u

but of course he doesn’t think much of it because yeah it makes sense

art history isn’t namjoon’s specialty so obviously you would reach out to someone who’s actually learning the stuff

okay

whatever it’s fine

“okay! are we still going for dinner?”

“i’ll let you know but honestly probably not?? i’m behind on coursework and taehyung’s going to go over everything that i missed which is a lot!!! i’ll text you later dweeb” namjoon doesn’t even get the chance to respond before you’re leaning down to give him a quick peck and then you just yeEt out of the library

….taehyung

your tutor is a guy

which is fine!!!! totally fine

he’s just curious as to who this taehyung guy is

he’s not like a super jealous freak of a boyfriend it’s all good

namjoon purses his lips before shrugging to himself and bringing his attention back to his laptop

about 20 minutes pass and namjoon’s phone buzzes on the desk

‘we’re still on for dinner!!! i’ll meet u outside the library at 6’

hAh

see

nothing to worry about

hey

so

remember the thing namjoon said about having nothing to worry about

now he has something to worry about

it’s nearing 6:45 and you still haven’t shown up

namjoon sighs and leans against the front door

he could go back into the library but he already set up the alarm system for the night and he locked everything up

god it’s cold tonight

he shudders and wraps his coat tighter around himself

where are you??

and right on cue namjoon’s phone starts ringing in his pocket

he scrambles to unlock his phone and he brings it up to his ear

“y/n?”

“joon?? i’m so sorry!!!! i completely forgot about dinner i didn’t even know how quickly time was going by!!!”

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it!” namjoon clears his throat and musters a smile “i’ll see you tomorrow?”

it’s good that you’re taking your studying more seriously

yeah it kinda sucked standing out here in the cold for literally 45 minutes but u know what it’s greAt that you’re so passionate about learning new things now

“uh-huh! oh, i have to tell you aLL about taehyung he’s hilarious and he taught me so sO much and i didn’t even know studying could be this much fun! anyways i promise i’ll make it up to you-”

uh

UM

U M

what’s thAT supposed to mean

was studying philosophy with namjoon not fun???? he made like a shiTload of fancy flashcards and you seemed like you were having fun!!!

namjoon presses his lips together to keep himself from saying anything snarky even tho he really wants to

“i’m sorRy i’m sorry i’m soRRy i’M sorrryyyyryryryryyrryyr-“ you whine and slump in namjoon’s arms when he opens them up to give you a hug when you come in the next day

“it’s hard to hug you when you’re all floppy and boneless.” namjoon chuckles and you stand up straight before wrapping your arms around his neck loosely

you stand up on your tip-toes to give him a peck or two (or three or four or five) and namjoon hums contently

you should ditch him more often if it gets u to act like this (just kidding he didn’t like being ditched it was awful)

he has you sandwiched in between the book cart and himself and you’re not usually a PDA kinda gal but you can work with this

“do you forgive me?” you adjust his tie and namjoon leans down a little to sneak another kiss from you

“i haven’t decided yet.” namjoon jokes and you let out a small whine

“maybe if you take a quick break.,.. we can go into the backroom..,.,., i’m sure i can find other ways for you to forgive me.,,” you whistle and trace your finger along his chest and namjoon scoffs playfully before stepping aside and letting you out of the bookcart-namjoon sandwich

“i forgive you, don’t worry about it, hm? i’m sure it won’t happen again.”

“yes, you’re right! it won’t happen again. …and i wasn’t kidding about the backroom thing.”

“tempting, but… someone was being a little too loud in there last time.” namjoon pokes your nose before sliding a couple books onto the shelf and wheeling the cart back to the front counter

meanwhile you’re trailing behind him the whole time

“touché. you’re coming over to my place this weekend, right?”

“correct” namjoon opens the little gate to let himself behind the counter

“good!!! i made sure to fluff up your pillows anD i put the shirts and boxers that u left last time in the drawer”

“oh, i get my own drawer already?” namjoon teases and although you roll your eyes your cheeks are starting to heat up

ya he has his own drawer now so what it’s not a biG deal okAY

“ooh, by the way - do you think i can study here today?” you point over to the lounge area where your backpack is thrown haphazardly over the couch and your notes and pens are scattered everywhere

..classic

“the classroom that we usually go to is booked up.” you lean over the counter and give namjoon your cutest pout “and i already told taehyung to meet me here”

ah

right

taehyung

he still doesn’t know who the guy is

whoever he is he made you ditch dinner but namjoon isn’t biTTer or anyThing

namjoon rolls his eyes playfully “don’t look at me like that, you. of course you can study here! just make sure to keep it quiet and stuff since this is the library, after all”

hey

spoiler alert: namjoon agreeing to let you study here was a big fat MISTAKE

why do bad things happen to good people

in this case the bad thing is kim taehyung and the good person is namjoon in case that wasn’t already painfully obvious

namjoon resists the urge to roll his eyes when he hears another giggle slip past your lips

yes

he loves the sound of your giggle

but noT when it’s caused by kim taehyung

namjoon peeks over the top of his book to look over at you two again

what even is he wearing

are those shoes from guCCI

he has dad-looking square framed silver glasses which look a loT lamer than namjoon’s thick-framed glasses in his humble opinion

and he’s wearing a dangly earring but it’s only in one ear like if ur going to wear dangly earrings u might as well wear them in both ears

and he’s wearing a beret???? this is the LIBRARY this is not PARIS

cE N’EST PAS PARIS

taehyung leans forward and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before grabbing the leg of your chair and pulling you closer as you continue to babble on about something

meanwhile namjoon’s just sitting behind the counter gawking at the two of you

what is happening????? what the hell is this??????

“now, lift your hand.” taehyung’s baritone voice is suddenly all namjoon can focus on

jesus

his voice is like.,.,. smooth dark chocolate.,.,,. warm honey.,,.,.,.smokey,.., bbq sauce?,.., the point is namjoon sounds like a frog going through puberty compared to taehyung

namjoon is very obviously staring at the two of you now he’s not even going to try and hide it

“-the elegantly, loosely held hands from da vinci probably represent the most exquisite drawing of hands in the history of art…” taehyung hums and presses his hands against yours before loosely intertwining his fingers with yours “every detail of the long fingers and the beautifully modulated shading produces a convincing effect of reality so that one can almost know the person from her hands…” he pulls away and traces his finger from the tip of your middle finger down to your wrist

hausdhKJSHFJKHDS

is that allOWED ??? is that alloweD????????

namjoon is noT going to let this.,.., this.,,.,., ART HOE steaL you from him

and that’s when the lightbulb appears above his head

art history can’t be thAt hard to master…right?  

long ass story short: namjoon spends the entire night going through your syllabus and making sure he’s brushed up on all of the topics so that when he teaches you he’ll have somewhat of an idea of what he’s talking about

he took out a bunch of history books and lugged them all home and he has sticky notes everywhere and his brand new notebook is full of information relating to art history

he pauses and stops typing and leans back against his chair

what the hell is he doing

he’s seriously going to sit here the whole night doing research on a topic he’s never studied before because HE wants to be the one to teach you instead of stupid taehyung

….the answer is yes

namjoon adjusts his glasses and begins typing out his notes again

“the elegantly loosely held hands represent the most exquisite drawing of hands in the history of art…” namjoon mocks taehyung when he gets to a part in the textbook where it talks about da vinci “i bet he has some kind of hand fetish.,,. that beret-wearing weirdo”

maybe he’s being a little too harsh

namjoon is not a mean-spirited person

he’s just not used to.,..,,. relationship.,,., things..,., and the..,., the jealousy thing

he thinks that it’s stupid that he’s jealous but he can’t help it okay

he can be insecure sometimes and right now he’s kinda insecure because taehyung is smooth and handsome and charming and namjoon is weird and awkward and dorky but like in an endearing way??? kinda?? and-

u know what he’s not going to worry about this he doesn’t have time to worry he needs to write out these notes

the point is  

these are unfamiliar waters

he lets out a small breath

okay

nice and calm

everything’s good

EVERYTHING IS NOT GOOD

EVERYTHING IS BAD AND EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE AND THIS LIBRARY’S LOCATION IS IN HELL

“aw, joonie, that’s awfully sweet of you, but you didn’t have to! taehyung has it covered.” you coo and reach up to cup namjoon’s cheek “okay i’m going to go back to-“

“wait- you don’t even wanna try studying with me?? l-look, i made flash cards and everything!” namjoon sets the textbooks down on the counter with a thud before reaching over and grabbing the whole stack of multicoloured flash cards

“well, maybe we can study together… later! you really didn’t have to do all of this for me…” you trail off and furrow your brows

namjoon did a LOT of work like he filled out an entire notebook with notes and this is a thicc stacc of flashcards

“plus you need to dust the bookshelves, don’t you? why don’t you go ahead and do that?”

“y/n, you coming back?” you look over your shoulder and taheyung’s looking over at you worryingly and you wave him off

“yes! hold on, i’m just-“

“c’mon come sit let taehyung take a pee break or something let’s do some study- oH OH u know what i actually have a surprise for you!” namjoon rifles through his papers before sliding a brochure over to you “there’s an art exhibition in town this weekend! i can take you!!!!”

namjoon’s not aware of this but you’re not really paying attention to him because you’re looking through all the notes he wrote out for you

this is a loT of work how long did he take to write all of this down

you look up at him when you realise he’s stopped talking “sorry what was tha-“

“y/n! c’mon, i was just getting to the good part of the book.” taehyung suddenly appears behind you and wraps his fingers around your wrist

“oh, yep! okay, uh-“ before you know it taheyung’s dragging you back to the couch and you shoot namjoon a sheepish smile

it’s officially been three weeks since taehyung became your tutor

and these have been the worst three weeks of namjoon’s life

after the whole desperation act everything’s just seemed to get worse and worse and woRSE

suddenly taehyung is sucking up all of your time

you can’t grab a bite to eat with joon because taehyung wants you to watch a documentary to learn more about the mona lisa

you can’t hang out with joon in general because you’re spending every free minute studying your ass off

and all of these things have a common link

KIM TAEHYUNG

oOH god namjoon has never actively hated a person before but there’s always time to try new things!!!!!!!! HE HATES HIM

but this

this is just the iCIng on the cake!!! the cherry on the sundae!!!!!! the KICK IN THE ASS

“where are you going?? i thought we were finally going to grab some dinner together.” namjoon raises a brow when he notices you beginning to pack up early

“tae’s taking me to some art exhibition because he says it’s better for me to see the pieces up close rather than through the textbook” you hum as you start packing up your things “but don’t worry! i’ll make it back in time for dinner!!!”

namjoon’s eye twitches

u

you’re going to

you’re going to the art exhibition…. with taehyung……….. but u didn’t want to go when he suggested it.,,.,,.,.

“oh. i see.” namjoon slaps his book shut and clears his throat

you look over your shoulder before turning around

“…something’s wrong.”

see you have a thick skull but not to the point where you can’t see that something is obviously wrong

namjoon can practically hear the gears click-click-clicking away in your head as you stare at him blankly while trying to figure out what it is….,,. you did wrong,.,.,. ??

namjoon looks up at you and raises a brow “nothing’s wrong.” he shrugs casually before checking the time on his watch “you should probably head out to meet tae soon.” he murmurs a liTTLe more aggressively than he would’ve liked to murmur and brings his attention to his laptop

click-click-click-click-click

oh

OH

OH SHIT

oOOOohHHhHHH

“aw, joonie… i’m sorry!!!!” you pout and bend down and wrap your arms around him from behind as best as you can

“have i not been giving my doting boyfriend enough attention?” you tease and pop a kiss on his cheek before propping your chin up on his shoulder and namjoon lets out a sigh and stops typing

“cut it out, y/n” namjoon mutters and shrugs you off and you let out a breath

damn

he really mad

“namjoon, c’mon. i’m sorry, alright? i should’ve- you know how thick i am sometimes i thought tae was just being friendly because he seems like a naturally touchy person!”

“no one that friendly ever has friendly intentions.” namjoon turns around in his wheely chair to face you and raises a brow  

“i’m sorry, joon. really, i am.” you plop yourself down on his lap and wrap an arm around his neck before leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder

his arm slinks around your waist and he rests his other hand over your lap

“no, you don’t have anything to apologise for… it’s just me and my dumb insecurities.” namjoon coughs and you pop up immediately

“what insecurities?”

“i… i dunno… taehyung is… well, he’s not ugLy, that’s for sure.,., and he seems like he’s pretty well-off with his gucci shoes and his fancy berets.,.,. aNd he seems super smart like i heard him speaking fluent french and yA i can speak french too but not thAt well and whenever i hear him explaining things to you he’s super well spoken and it makes me feel like maybe i… maybe i’m not good enough for-“

“Don’T finish that sentence. don’t!!!” you gawk and furrow your brows

how could he even think that???

“you have absolutely nothing to be insecure about. i don’t like taehyung like that, i like you. i don’t care about his gucci shoes and his french and his fancy terminology.,.,, i only like him because he makes tutoring really fun! i like you, okay? you with your dorky glasses and your grandpa cardigans and your big, big… brain!” you beam at joon and he scoffs and rolls his eyes “if it makes you feel any better i think his cologne is waY too overpowering.”

“huh. that oddly does make me feel a little better.” he hums and you grin before leaning in to give him a kiss

you tilt your head to deepen the kiss and your hand slides up namjoon’s chest to fiddle with his tie

namjoon nudges you off his lap and you’re confused for a split second but then he’s pulling you down so that you can straddle him

“how much time do you have before you have to meet taehyung?” namjoon asks innocently although his hands are not so innocently sliding down your back and getting dangerously close to underneath your skirt

he buries his face into the crook of your neck and starts planting warm kisses on your skin  

you glance at his laptop over his shoulder “mm, 20 minutes?” you breathe out and let out a gasp when namjoon bucks his hips slightly

“is the,, uh.,, the act of forgiveness that you owed me for ditching me last week.,.,., is that still a thing?” namjoon pulls away and you nod quickly because YES it is still very much a thing “…u wanna… help me restock some books in the backroom before you leave?”

…u don’t even need to answer that question

taehyung enters the library to see that nobody is at the front desk

you were supposed to meet him by the math building but u didn’t show up.,., so naturally he decided to come to the library

he raises a brow and looks around the empty library

where-

“oh my god, namjoon!”

tae’s eyes pop out of their sockets when the silence is suddenly broken by a very loud moan

is that

is that u

oh my god

“yes, please, oh my god yes-“

…he’s just going to wait outside for you

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

masterlist

[lost-incident-kid]

Happy Birthday Miyu Sugisaki (for tommorow) might do some art for her idk

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Edit: ah heck! Ive had this queued for months, but i forgot to actually do the art haha, i’ll get something done overnight so it might be rushed and look like trash, it might look reasonably ok. Who knows at this point. I dont trust the sleepy version of myself to create anything good but hey, theyv created some stuff that wasn’t horrifying before :/

Ok, starting here i legit just start live-blogging myself staying up alnight drawing. Ignore me. I didnt know where else to say it. I’ll delete it later.

Edit 2: this isnt gonna be done. Like frick, i just spent 6 hours on miyu’s fricking hairstyle, thats all done and even shaded and looking fabulous but ive only got a rough lineart for litterally everything else. This might not be done, but if it is then her hair is gonna be a fuckign masterpiece (i hope). Im writing this edit at 1:42am, and im gonna go to bed somewhere between 4 and 5, lets go! Hell yeah! I might do this! Perhaps! Im gonna try! 3-4 sprint time! Yeah!

Edit 3: frick, im failing to do this, miserably. Its 3:03am and i got distracted playing mobile games and didn’t get anything done. My existence is futile, existentially im a waste and I should not exist. The atoms within me deserve to be part of something better. Sorry. I’m a f*ck up and unless I get my sh*t together in the next like 5 mins (unlikely) then this aint gonna be finished.

Edit 4: ok, meltdown like 20% over. Its 3:52am, I think the issue then was the face. Faces r hard bruh, they suck do draw. They a festive lil ho ho ho. I was drawing everything too high up on the face cuz my dumb *ss forgot to draw the line thingys on the face or even look at a reference image for proportions. Ive done it now amd life is now a bit more on track. Might get this done if I continue work in the morning.

Edit 4.5: nothin much (hence the .5), its 4:14am, just downed 4 cups o tea for caffeine and sugar (all the coffee we got is decaf lol). I’m gonna get this sh*t done! Ive litterally only coloured down to the face, neck and the hair but still.... I’m gonna get it done anyway! I dont care about going to bed between 4-5 anymore! I’m getting this done!

Edit 5: its less than ten mins later (4:22am) and im taking a quick 20m break to watch youtube while I wait for the caffeine to kick in because im too braindead to continue right now. Like what art style am i even trying? Idk... its really fricking complex tho. Lowkey pretty tho, like if i finish this im gonna be so proud of it like it looks great. But its taking forever and im need break.

Edit 6: ok we back. Its 4:41am, caffeine has not really kicked in but i cant permit myself any more time anyway. Back to drawning.

Edit 7: holy frick, new episode of the vrains dub came out. Man... im leaving vrains fanart to watch the vrains dub. Am I obsessed? Is this hyperfixation? Probably? Either way, its 4:50am and im going to go watch the new episode. I’ll come back to this when im done.

Edit 8: HOLY FRICK GUYS! THE DRAWING APP IM USING KEEPS CRASHING AND SAYS ITS STILL THERE BUT WONT LET ME CONTINUE AND KICKING ME OFF THE APP?!?! ITS 5:06AM AND THE PANIC ATTAC IS BACC! The new episode of the dub isnt completely out yet, im watching that version on yt where its just smol clips of it. Not all the clips r up yet. I was just going on it while waiting for the next clips to go up and thats when the app did the thing and life got 280% sucky-er.

Edit: 8.5 wahoot it stopped kicking me off the app and it let me continue. Its 5:12am and we are FINALLY continuing.

Edit 9: its 5:36 Im tired sleep time I’ll finis thos in the morning goodbye yall have a greatt day

Edit 10: ok, so im a failure. We live in the timeline that god abandoned. I cannot sleep. I shall get more cups of tea, watch yt until the caffeine actually kicks in, and then continue. Its 6:03 right now, I shall be back. Perhaps half an hour?

Edit 10.5: its 6:11am. Not much has happened, just a slight change of plans. Ik its irrelevant but im liveblogging so i gotta say, my eye hurts so im gonna stop looking at screens. Perhaps gonna try to sleep again, if not then i’ll put read a book, redo my makeup (it smudgey) or straight up just listen to music and stare into the void. Litterally anything other than look at my laptop/phone. Peace out homies, i’ll be back at some point before 7 probably (unless i do go to sleep).

Edit 11: Its 6:41am, my eye hurts. Ive been staring into the darkness and listening to various fallout boy songs. Now i feel edgy. Its been half an hour, so im gonna continue drawing. Caffeine and sugar has worn off again so im tired and unmotivated but yno what, it is what it is. Aint life nifty, i gotta get this done.

Edit 12: 6:52 everything burns im in pain my eye is on frickign fire and it looks bloodshot but now also weird azz headache that i never got one like this before so im gonna turn off all lights cuz that seems to make it marginally better am i dying probably idk either way im not gonna continue for multiple hours it is stare into the void time and stare into the void time alone ok this should be the last update

Edit 13: It is 3:16pm, didn’t continue liveblogging cuz i got one heck of a migrane. Im back and well... Happy birthday Miyu for today! I’m still gonna try to get this god forsaken art done, but holy shit what is that art style i did. Its genuinely nothing like anything ive done before, I don’t remember doing any of the colouring but apparently I did and it looks better than anything ive done before and idk if non-fricked up me can replicate it. I’m starting to wonder if i got bored and just copied it or something, like idk how i did it. Look at it

The grey is the lineart I remember doing but man tHE FRICKIGN HAIR like i couldnt have created that, could I? I can see why it was taking so long yesterday like holy shit man that stuff takes time yno

[thepenisparker]

hold it in ➻ tom holland x reader [SMUT]

@taytayfan10 said:

Heeyy! Can you do an imagine where Tom gets so drunk and confess his love for the reader and then they fuck like really intense? Thanks xoxo

warnings: "intense" smut, alcohol, lil bit of swearing

words: too fuckin many 3,397

hold it in.

You laid in bed, watching a Netflix comedy special instead of doing the homework you were supposed to be doing. Your friends all went to a big party that didn't seem to interest you tonight. You didn't feel like going out, getting all ready just to be disappointed when the guy you've had a crush on since you met him chose other girls to take home.

So, you decided to stay in. Be productive instead of disappointed. So far, productive wasn't the right word but you were better here than watching some girl grind on Tom and settling going home with some guy that you'd never normally go home with.

You were fine with that, fine with laying in bed with no makeup, natural hair, no pants just your giant t-shirt from middle school that you never really grew into. Your roommate was texting you all night, you two never really got along but still let each other know whether you were going to go to be home or where you were.

hey girllllllll, everyones kinda leaving but ive spotted a hottie w th a body im gunna see if hes gunnan eat this pu$$y

read 2:34 AM

ok have fun ;) let me know if you're coming home

delivered 2:35 AM

You wanted to turn in but you weren't tired enough. Trying to close your eyes but opting to dance around your studio apartment getting drunk off the homemade mimosa's. Only being cut off by a knocking at the door. Figuring it was a neighbor complaining about the noise, you lowered the volume and decided to just answer the door as is, just hiding your bottom half.

Upon opening the door, you were surprised at a boy's upper half that fell onto your floor.

"(Y/N)!" Tom muttered, rolling his head with his eyelids hooded and laughing at nothing. He was well dressed in a dark blue button up that sported adorable white flowers on it, dark jeans, and a leather jacket.

"Tom? What are you doing here?" You asked, still trying to hide your practically naked lower half.

"Harrison is getting laid.." he laughed, patting his stomach, "So I can't be in there."

"Ok, well. Come in." You said waving him in. He stood up but not very stable and he wouldn't stop looking at you. You tried your best to keep your shirt as low as possible.

"Ehe." You heard him laugh as you run to your chest of drawers.

"What?" You asked, grabbing a pair of leggings as quickly as possible and putting them on.

"You're not wearing pants." He pointed out.

"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting company." You said, trying to put hair in front of your face to cover up the fact you were all natural. He was your friend for a long time, but you still had a big crush on him as much as you said you gave up on it. You know you didn't.

"You didn't have to put on pants for me," Tom said, sitting down at the counter in your kitchen section. You were always nervous about him being in your apartment since his was the penthouse on the top floor with Harrison and yours was this tiny little-broken apartment. It was good enough for you and your roommate but with Tom, you felt embarrassed.

"Yeah, of course." You rolled your eyes as your drunk friend put his head against his palm. You grabbed him a water bottle and started making him a grilled cheese so he wouldn't have as bad a hangover the next day.

"It's hot in here." he complained, taking off his jacket and throwing it across the floor.

"How was the party?"

"You're so pretty." He mumbled, staring at you. He admired the side profile, thinking of how sweet you were to start caring for him when he showed up. You didn't have to but you did, "It sucked."

"Thanks, Tom." Knowing he was drunk and didn't want to get your hopes up too high. Still, your ears went hot as a blush crept across your cheeks. He had always had a flirty personality, sometimes him flirting didn't mean anything, "And why'd it suck?"

"Because!" He announced, not really knowing how loud he was, "You weren't there."

He kicked in his chair like a child.

"I'm sure it was still fun." You said, flipping the grilled cheese.

"But it wasn't as fun. Why didn't you come?" He asked standing up, not being able to contain his energy. "I just, uh, I didn't feel like going out tonight." You said, flattered that he cared so much.

"But I wanted you to come so badly tonight!" He whined, putting his hands on both the counter and the island blocking the exit to the kitchen.

"Yeah? Maybe next weekend." You said, plating the grilled cheese and putting it on the counter for him. Noticing he had drank all the water already. He looked at the sandwich and then you, "You need to eat that."

"I'd much rather eat something else." Tom said, low. His tone already giving you butterflies, your mouth started to water looking at his outspread arms.

"I have chips if you want that?" Your voice shook, ripping your eyes off him to turn around. He shook his head no.

"Why don't you get it?" He said, causing you to turn around.

"Get what?" You asked. He loved the expression on your face, the way your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." He walked fast up to you, grabbing your face and harshly putting his lips to yours, pushing those bits of hair away clutching it against the sides of your face. His body pushed you against the back counter. You didn't know what to do with your hands suddenly, you were so genuinely surprised by his frustrations with you. You'd seen him drunk before, he was always touchy and flirty but you took it as your drunk friend Tom even though you wished it had been more than that.

Tom didn't go any further than one kiss, knowing you were surprised by it. He had started thinking much clearer, he knew you were going to chastise him for doing that while he was drunk but he had to. If he was sober he wouldn't have had the courage to tell you how he felt let alone kiss you. He couldn't believe he had done it, regretting immediately how he acted at the party he was at. Convincing himself you were at your apartment fucking someone else again who didn't care the way he did. When he had planned to tell you there since he knew it was on the beach, he could take you out there and tell you but then you didn't come and he thought he was too late.

"Why'd you do that?" You asked when he stopped.

"Because I've liked you for a long time. And I'm tired of holding it in." He said, still holding your face, feeling if he let go you'd disappear.

"Tom, you're drunk. Don't do that to me." You begged with your eyes, pleading him not to tease you like this. You grabbed his hand but he wouldn't let go. Knowing he must know you like him, maybe in the way you acted or someone told him and didn't want this kind of game to be played with you.

"I'm not, I'm not messing with you." He panicked, sobering up fast, and moving his hands down to your sides "I wanted to tell you tonight, the party was on a beach and I was going to take you down there and-and stuff. You know to tell you how I felt."

"But- what?" You said, crossing your arms, slowly losing your mind "I just, me? You never- what? Like I don't know how to say it, I'm just blindsided right now. I don't-"

He kissed you again. This time you kissed him back, feeling your heart doing somersaults in your chest. His fingers dug into your waist, wanting to finally feel more of you. Begging to be believed.

"I'm sorry." He leaned his forehead into yours, "You were just so cute when you're cute. I mean confused. I've just been too scared, you're so beautiful and kind and smart. How you're everything I've always wanted, and more."

You laughed, wanting more of his lips. They were even softer than you thought, his body is warmer and his hands rougher. No longer tasting the lingering taste of alcohol on his lips, "I've waited so long for you to think of me like this. But you were always with other girls-"

"You were with other guys." Tom pointed out, leaning his head to nibble at your neck, "I only got so drunk thinking about what you were doing instead.. inviting some other guy over.. who doesn't know you the way I do.. who doesn't care about you the way I do.."

"What makes you think you know me so well?" You said, breathy, already writhing under his long awaited touch. He looked at your eyes for permission, "Prove it."

With that, Tom didn't hold back anymore. He picked you up by the thighs and dropped you on the counter. His fingertips dug harshly into your inner thighs, spreading them so he could get closer to you. Your lips fought each other, after waiting for too long there had been so much pent up between the two of you.

He tugged at the back of your hair, giving him easier access to your neck, nipping and rolling bits of skin between his teeth then kissing it over to soothe it. He didn't want another guy to take you home ever again, make sure people knew you were going to be his from now on. His left hand drifted up your side, his thumb just toying under your breast, waiting for permission. You removed your hands from massaging his shoulders down to his collar, beginning to unbutton his shirt as a sign of your permission.

Tom gladly accepted, finally separating your bodies only so you could help smoothe his shirt off his chest. You snuck your hands under his shirt, smoothing your hands over his chest, and shoulders. Your touch replacing what was once clothed. He watched you as you did it, for the first time slowing things down a bit, he was reminded of why he chose you. Seeing how slow and delicate you were, looking as if Tom was the most beautiful art exhibit in the world. Nobody had ever seen him like this, not when he saw them in the same way.

Grabbing your chin, he reconnected with you not able to stand to be away for too long. He snuck his hand under your t-shirt, desperate to show you that he was serious.

"Get this bloody thing off." He grunted, you lifted your hands up and he practically ripped it off you, throwing it across the apartment. He trailed his kisses down, landing just on your collarbone, holding your sides, gently slowing as he kissed over your breasts and began to pepper kisses around and onto your nipples. Worshipping them, tenderly rolling between his fingers and sucking which produced a moan from you. It was music to his ears.

He surprised you, picking you up off the counter to land you on your bed in the corner of the room. You grabbed onto the curls on the back of his neck, watching as he trailed down lower, feeling the coil prepare itself. You so desperately wanted him everywhere.

"Tom..." You muttered, rolling off your tongue knowing you didn't know what else to say.

"You want me down here, darling?" He asked in a husky tone, looking at his dancing fingers around our leggings waistband. Never had asking for consent sound so hot.

"Everywhere." You begged. He loved you begging.

He slowly grabbed them and trailed them down your legs, lifting them up to do so. With his other hand, he trailed them up your now bare thighs, kissing at the exposed flesh. Starting at your ankle, his kisses trailed up. Teasing your aching core, you already knew you were going to lose it when he finally got there. Soon enough, his hair tickled your inner thighs, his hot breath blowing against your wet center. You were so thankful you felt as though all your dreams were coming true.

He moved your panties to the side, getting his first glimpse of heaven, seeing you were already moist he pressed his thumb to your folds, rubbing back and forth until he dug himself to your clit. He started his motions slow, like an artist beginning strokes of a paintbrush. He put your leg on his shoulder, massaging your hips with both of his thumbs as his mouth finally made an appearance. He licked a long stipe up your core, tasting you finally, moaning as he did which send vibrations up you. He then began to suck and twirl expertly on your clit, holding down your hips as you shook beneath him, only turning him on further.

"Tom, oh my-" You let out, becoming a breathing mess. He then stuck a finger inside, curling it up to try and ready you, but it only added more pleasure to the equation. He continued to suck with his mouth, adding another finger. You gripped onto his hair tightly, the sheets balled in your other fist as the coil in you gave in for the first time.

"Oh my god, I'm cumming-" You let out, most guys can't do that. The surprise was genuine as shock and pleasure went up your spine, arching your back. Tom didn't let you rest though, grabbing the hands you had in his hair and on sheets and placing them above your head as he lowered himself over you. He kissed you roughly, allowing you to taste yourself but you wanted to taste him.

You trailed your hands up, down his chiseled abs and landing on his belt, he grabbed your hands and replaced them where they were.

"This about me proving to you, not the other way around." Tom reminded you, smirking into a kiss as he reached around you one hand under your back and arching your back and the other grazing your breasts.

"I just-" You spoke your best between kisses, "want to reciprocate."

"Maybe another night." He didn't allow, "What about.." he trailed his hand from your breast down into the home of your panties again, "What I can do for you?"

"Tom- Please." You forget how to speak as he leaves his hand down there without doing anything.

"Please what?" He hummed, sending shivers down your neck as he kissed and licked near your earlobe.

"I want you." Reaching for your nightstand drawer, he got into what you were saying and left you for a moment to grab the condoms you left in the drawer. You whimpered as he left, missing the weight of his body.

But an idea popped into your head, you started to undo his belt practically ripping it from the belt loops. After he had one in his hand you flipped him over, he laughed as you did. Allowing you to desperately take off his jeans, seeing the outline of his member in his tight boxers. With him below you, it allowed you to finally worship him, kissing around his waist, up his chest. He grabbed you up finally, lifting you from down there to straddle him face to face. He switched it again so that he was on top, feeling as though you were wrestling for it, but with you laying there, he was able to sit up taking off his boxers as his hard erection finally escaped from the confines of the tightness of his clothing. Your hands and eyes wandered it, thinking of all the things he could do to you.

"Right, this needs to come off too." He opted to rip off your panties.

"Did you just-?" You asked, but cut off by him

"I'll get you some new ones." He mumbled grabbing your legs and lifting your core up to his mouth. The only thing left of you touching the bed was your neck, his muscles holding your legs around his shoulders as he knelt on the bed. He returned his mouth to your clit, readying you again as if looking at him wasn't jarring enough for your sopping core.

"Please Tom, I need you." You begged. Tom couldn't bear hearing his name said like that by your voice any longer. He shoved you back down and up back to your regular position, holding your hands up with one hand.

He grabbed his cock with one hand sliding it up and down your folds, circling the stiffness around your aching pleasure point. Your back arched, and he removed his hand from holding your wrists to hold your back in an arch. And then finally, slowly, he entered you, stretched you in ways you didn't know were possible. Your breath was on his ear, only urging more of a moan from the sensation of being inside of you.

His hand flew up to your arm, harshly running it up until your fingers were intertwined. He began to move then, slowly at first, then picking up and not able to contain himself.

"Harder.." You practically whimpered in his ear, he granted your wish. His hips begging to smack into yours with more force, your hands flew to his back, scratching at it and pulling at his shoulders, you needed all of him. He lifted back up to his knees, keeping contact with you but his hands now deep into your thighs. You bit your lip and it drove him wild, putting a thumb to pressurize your clit while he pounded into you.

He then stopped altogether, feeling empty without him, you opened your eyes. His bottom lip sucked in, you yelped as he flipped you over to your stomach. Pulling you up to your knees, he wrapped his arm around to find your clit, kissing up your spine and you trembling in a way you never had before. He brought his throbbing cock to your core again, you breathed out in a gasp as you felt him enter again, walls clenching and hugging him as sweet lover. He groaned as you did.

"Fuck.." He cursed, knowing he was going to lose it like this. He went harder this time, giving a quick slap to your ass, he rubbed his hands up your sensitive back and pressing your shoulders to ask for more friction against him. His hands ran back down to your waist, arching it down with the palm of his hand and grabbing your hair with his other. You were feeling so much intense pleasure, feeling all of him, losing your mind by how insanely good you felt. Your legs shaking you didn't think you were going to last much longer.

He kept going until he heard your magic words, "I think I'm going to-"

"Me too.." He muttered, for the first time: weakly. His hand from your back reached your clit, urging you closer to the edge.

"I'm-" like that you dropped, and felt the most intense orgasm in months. He followed soon behind you his own cum filling the condom while still inside of you. Laying on our stomach, you shivered with waves of pleasure hitting you. You barely realized Tom had gotten up to throw away the condom and wipe off before he came back.

He jumped onto the bed, filling the cold spot next to you.

"Enjoy yourself?" He asked, proud of himself for when he touched your back, you shook and practically purred.

"Mmm.." You hummed, your eyes finally opening, and looking at him with the eyes he so adored.

"I proved how much I really, genuinely, adore you?" He pestered you, bringing you closer and rolling you off your stomach to be nearer to him again.

"I'd say yeah- I mean. Yes, I definitely believe you right now." You jumbled words, still feeling so loose and relaxed and happy. A few moments went by of cuddling before he spoke again.

"So.. I forgot to ask earlier.." He ran a hand through his sweaty curls, "You like me back right?"

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THE MALFOY BOY

chapter 5: IV

summary: Joey and Abraxas find themselves exploring Diagon Alley together.

I just realised I can post the work here, too, so I'm going to start doing that underneath the spoiler! That way you don't need an Ao3 account or to follow the link. I'll go back and edit the other ones to follow suit! Also, I think I'll keep the first paragraph ABOVE the spoiler to give a lil bit of a tease to the next chapter. Anywhoozle, here you go:

“Does this seem like a fair price for Newt’s eyes?” Joelle whispered to Abraxas. He had been staring at a pair of Merfolk scales that were gleaming brightly in their little fish bowl. He turned to look at what she was holding up. He saw the bottle with the dozens of eyes in it, and they all turned to look at him. He grimaced at it and looked at the price tag.

“I don’t know. I feel like it’s a little low?” he asked. He had literally no idea. His family had never had to worry about price when it came to things like this. Sure, he could tell you how much to expect for a blue velvet suit with magic pockets and charm inlays. Yeah, he could guess how much a plate of Hippogriff steak with sides would cost at La Vie en Vert. And he could tell you off the top of his head how much an illegal flying ticket for a broom trip over Leeds cost (125 Galleons). But when it came to these mundane things… He was miserable at guessing.

“Low?! C’mon, Malfoy! You’re supposed to be helping me save money!” Joey said as she burst into a laugh. He couldn’t help but smirk a little, rubbing the back of his neck. She peered up at him and added it to their basket. She could haggle it down. Abraxas had insisted on holding the basket for her. She had assured him she would be able to carry it on her own, but he was not hearing any of it. So now he carried the basket that was slowly growing heavier with each item added, but he didn’t seem to mind or even recognise the weight.

“Newt eyes… Bat spleen… Knotgrass… Giant purple toad wart…” Joey was reading off the list of ingredients for the potions, and she started to feel a little overwhelmed as she put it in quantity. With the ocean gem being bought by the Reginalds and the spike blossom seeds provided by Annabelle Nately, the list was significantly cheaper. But the sheer quantity of things needed was enough to remind Joey of how much work it was going to take to try and brew this weeks long potion. But then she looked over at Abraxas and saw his furrowed eyebrow as he tried to figure out what one would even use Iguana Blood for. She knew exactly, and it invigorated her. She knew she could do this. She was a brilliant witch with a natural talent for potions. She developed her skill for the art over the last 5 years, and there was nothing going to stop her from trying to help Dori.

“We just need to find some Moondew and mom’s Porcupine Quills. Then we’re set to get out of here!” Joey beamed up at Abraxas, who just nodded to her. He still had that sullen, icy air about him, but after seeing him yesterday, she knew that it was just how he was. Just like how she had a smile on her face by default, he had icicles hanging from his frown.

“Riverwood. Moondew,” Abraxas said and motioned to the shelf above her. She stood on tiptoe and was barely able to peer at the labels. Some were dusty and dirty. She had a hard time reading them. Abraxas stepped up behind her and looked onto the shelf for her. She felt a deep blush settle on her cheeks as she gently scooted out from in front of him. He held the vial out for her. “Good?” he asked. She nodded with a smile. He added it to the basket with a responding nod. She could still feel the heat from his body on her neck and back, and she then felt the heat transfer to her face and ears as she blushed deeper. He raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you warm? We can get out of here,” he said in regards to her face flushing. All she could do was nod to him.

On their way to the counter to purchase their items, Abraxas remembered to grab a pouch of porcupine quills for her mom. Joey smiled at him in thanks, having completely forgotten in her fluster. The clerk at the counter was one she had talked with plenty of times, so the bartering and haggling wasn’t new to him.

“Tell you what. I’ll knock your total down to 14 Galleons, 9 sickles, and 20 knuts if you bring me a half dozen Skele-gro potions,” he said as he twisted a finger into his beard.

“Why don’t you just pop over to the apothecary and buy them?” Abraxas asked curiously. Joey elbowed him sharply, finding it to be a fantastic trade.

“Because, Mister Malfoy,” the clerk sneered, “the manufactured Skele-gro is a cheaply made, disgusting tasting, and over-priced potion that does the job painfully. Homemade and with the recipe that Joey uses.” The man clicked his tongue with a smile. “It tastes like oranges, albeit spicy and somewhat bitter oranges. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much. And, best of all, she buys ingredients from me to make them, so I know it’s real,” he said. He looked to Joey and nodded. “What say you?” he asked.

“Depends. Can I get the ingredients for 5 Galleons, 15 sickles, and, say, 10 knuts?” she asked. He smiled and laughed.

“You drive a hard bargain, Miss Riverwood, but for your skele-gro? Of course. I would be glad for that,” he said and went to gather the ingredients for her. Joelle started counting her money out.

“What do you do to the potion to change it?” he asked curiously. He had had to use skele-gro once in his life, and it was a disgusting, slow, and painful process. He knew that there were potioneers who changed recipes up in their lifetime, but he didn’t think it would be so different that she could use it as a bartering tool.

“Oh! I add a pain reliever to the process. And help the speed along a bit so it works faster than the factory. And a bit of oranges for a natural taste,” she said. There was more to it, but it was much easier to just show him rather than list them off. Not to mention the ingredients she used were not very in line with the ones on the manufacturer’s bottle. The clerk came back, and she smiled at him. “I can get this to you when I come back for school supplies on August 23rd. Is that okay?” she asked him. He nodded.

“I’ll have a little gift for you birthday as well! You can pick it up then. Mom’s been working hard finding it,” he said with a smile. She beamed at him.

“Tell her I say thanks, and make sure she’s here when I come back!” Joey said with a grin as she handed over the money.

“Take care, Miss Riverwood. Mister Malfoy,” the clerk said as they left with their bags of things. Abraxas was giving her a weird look again, and she just huffed at him.

“What?” she asked. He shook his head and shrugged as if to say nothing. She rolled her eyes and smiled. “I didn’t have a lot of money to buy ingredients. But in order to make potions to sell and make money, I needed ingredients. Hank’s mom took a chance on me and gave me a round of ingredients with the promise I would pay her back after I sold the potion. I made enough money to pay her back and then buy part of my next round of ingredients, so I owed her less on the 2nd round. And so it went until I paid off my debt. Then I have been able to use my skill and my growing reputation to get prices lowered. I know most of the people in these side streets and shops. The main street has all the places that students and most people go to… but these shops are mom and pop stores that were my only chance at survival,” she said. She knew she had been rambling, but he never stopped her when she started. It made her happy that he didn’t seem to mind it when she talked.

“Would you like to see my dad’s shop?” she asked. He nodded, and she smiled, leading him through the throngs of people. They made a few turns, went down some narrow alleys, and ended up in front of a store not too far from Knockturn Alley. The sign that hung above it read “WINDRIDER AND COMPANY”. She smiled and opened the door.

~ * ~

They were immediately hit with a strong scent of lemons and rose petals. The scent, while strong, was somehow not overbearing. It faded almost immediately, and it left her wanting more. She didn’t know she had wanted it until she smelt it. There was a small bell that rang when they opened the door. The shop had bookcases and shelves filled with candles, jars, and vials. There was a countertop in the center of the store. Two short staircases sat on the sides of the counter, going up just a bit to a raised platform of a lab. There were giant cauldrons, smaller table-top ones, and even plain mixing bowls. There were cutting boards and countertops. There were an infinite amount of shelves hosting a dazzling amount of ingredients. It was all a little overwhelming for a first glance, and that’s why Joey couldn’t help but stare.

“Joey! What’s up, kid?” Jerry Windrider, her father’s boss and her mother’s school friend from Ilvermorny, shouted as he came barreling down the stairs. He was a large man. He looked like the barrels that guarded her dorm room, in honesty. And he enveloped her in a big hug with a big grin. Hers was matching as she hugged him back.

“Jerry! This is my… fiance. Abraxas Malfoy,” she introduced when he let her go. The title was still foreign on her lips, though she had been practicing the last 2 weeks with Cass and Odie.

“Fiancee, eh? So, the Program is underfoot! Nice to meet you, Malfoy. I’m Jermaine Windrider. You can call me Uncle Jerry,” he said, his chortle as big as his body. Abraxas looked a little abashed as he wasn’t quite sure how to react to the man.

“Nice to meet you… Uncle Jerry,” he said with hesitation. Jerry laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.

“That’s the spirit! C’mon! Come see what we’re working on!” he said and led them up the stairs. Joey motioned for Abraxas to leave their bags behind the counter, which he did with gratitude. His arms were aching, not that he would ever tell her that. They went up the stairs. Jerry and Joey walked in perfectly fine, but Abraxas found himself stuck at an invisible gate. “Oh! Sorry, kid. Forgot about that,” Jerry said with a laugh and waved his hand. The gate reluctantly let him through, and Jerry shook his head. “Don’t worry. I’ll set it so you can come in freely, too.”

There were only 3 workers other than Jerry in the lab, which was odd considering it was a Friday. Jerry introduced them quickly. “Rakan, Aubart, and Thornbeak. Now, take a whiff of this,” he said and dipped a stick into the giant cauldron at the centre of the stage. The three stood with safety goggles on their eyes, and Jerry’s hung from his neck. He waved the stick in front of them, and the two teens sniffed it curiously.

“Is that… Is that a corndog?” Joey asked, confusion on her face. It had the weird sweetness and meat smell that she could only pair with a corndog. But then it changed, and she tilted her head as she tried to pull the scent out of memory.

“That’s caramel popcorn,” Abraxas chimed in. He smelled the corndog and popcorn, and the third scent shifted and made him break into a grin. “And that’s sweet lemonade. Is this scent supposed to be a carnival?” he asked.

The four men broke into cheers, hugging and high-fiving as relief seemed to flood them. “We’ve been trying to get it right for a week now. The popcorn was the easiest, but the corndog kept shifting into a dung ball between the two,” Jerry explained. Joey beamed at him and shook her head.

“It worked perfectly! I can almost hear the carnival music now!” she said with a laugh.

“You heard the lady, boys. Go on to your homes. I’ll see you next week!” he said with a laugh, and they all started parting ways. He turned back to the two. “What are you two doing here anyways?” he asked.

“Malfoy was helping me shop for some potion ingredients, and I wanted to show him where dad works,” Joey explained. Jerry nodded.

“Unfortunate you came on a Friday. On the weekends, we have students from the university come in to run the shop and learn how to craft scents. But my full time workers have a unique schedule: they are each supposed to work a certain amount of hours a week, and they can come and go as they please. Gerald is notorious for staying up and binging 20 hours in one sitting. It’s how he’s home from work on a Wednesday and not returning until Monday.” Jerry shook his head with a laugh. “I don’t care if they come in daily as long as we fill our weekly quota. Not to mention, these are the best Scenters I’ve had the pleasure of working with.”

“That sounds very… Kind,” Abraxas said, taking into consideration what it meant. They could make their own hours, so long as they actually made all of them, which means they could spend time with their families as needed. Jerry smiled and shrugged.

“I had a boss who was kind to me. So I like to repay it to my workers. Anyways, why don’t you kids go on with your day. I’ll send your stuff to your house, Joey,” he said and motioned to the door.

“Oh, are you sure? Thank you!” Joey said with a grin and gave him another hug goodbye. “Let me say goodbye to the boys,” she said and rushed up the stairs to catch them as they packed up for the evening. When she was gone, Jerry turned to Abraxas with a smile.

“That’s a good draw you got on your Program lottery,” he said to Abraxas. He just smiled and nodded in reply. “Joey’s a lovely girl, Malfoy. She’s got a really bright future ahead of her. But don’t let her fool you, okay? She feels emotions very deeply, and she isn’t always the smiley girl you see now.” Jerry’s smile fell, and a dark look overtook his face as he asked, “Will you still treat her well when she can’t smile? Will you still be at her side when she can’t laugh?”

Abraxas’ eyebrows furrowed slightly at the questions. Of course he would. That was part of the arrangement. He didn’t want to pay the penalty, but he also didn’t want to have to find a pureblood on his own. It wasn’t just that, though. He had grown to admire her determination and goal-oriented mind. And to know that it was all to help her little brother made it that much sweeter. So he nodded to Jerry as surely as if confirming his own name. Jerry’s smile returned, and what a difference it made on the large man.

“Hey! Ready? I’m craving ice cream,” Joey said as she skipped down the steps. Abraxas nodded to her and motioned for her to lead the way.

~ * ~

“Your dad was right. This ice cream is delicious,” Abraxas said as he licked his ice cream cone. He had gotten the caramel ice cream with fudge swirls. She had gotten lemon with caramel drizzle. They were sitting on a dock of the lake on the outskirts of the wizarding alley. For being in the middle of London, it certainly proved how wonderful magic could be. She had taken off her sandals to let her feet dangle in the water. She was in a pair of shorts today, so she had no fear of getting her pant legs wet. Sitting and eating their ice cream was one of the best parts of the trip. The day was gorgeous, the clouds provided a nice shade that occasionally let the sun peek through, and there was a light summer breeze.

“It’s my birthday, August 17th. My parents want to host a joint birthday and engagement party that following weekend since it’s a Tuesday. Would you be interested in that?” she asked. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, and she pretended not to notice. Or maybe she actually didn’t notice. She was staring directly at her ice cream, and he watched her push her glasses up with the backs of her fingers. That made him smile.

“That would be lovely,” he said. Instant relief flooded her as she beamed at him brightly.

“Fantastic! I’ll tell them it’s all set to go then. It’ll be on Saturday, if that’s no issue,” she said. He shook his head.

“Should be fine,” he said. She smiled a little and laughed as she broke into chatter about what the party will be like.

“And we’ll play plenty of Muggle Trunk, of course. They’re my favourite band as well,” she said with a motion to his shirt. He smiled.

“You know Muggle Trunk?” he asked, a little surprised. He didn’t know many people who did. They were a more indie-pop vibe, and while they were his absolute favourite, he had to admit that they were definitely a specific taste.

“I love Muggle Trunk! I saw them live when they came to Diagon 2 years ago,” she said with a nod. “I love “Hippogriff Heart” the most, I think. But the entirety of their “Toad and Barstools” album is amazing.” He laughed and nodded, agreeing vehemently. As she spoke about the music some more, Abraxas just watched her talk, watched her eyes light up.

“Oh, Riverwood,” he said as he remembered. He popped the remaining part of his ice cream cone into his mouth before digging into his pocket. He paused and said, “Stand up.”

“What?”

“I said, stand up,” he said and tugged on her sleeve to get her to stand. She quickly finished her ice cream cone and did as told, standing before him. He raised himself onto a knee, a little shaky as he did. Why was he nervous? They were already engaged. “I figured since we’re assigned to each other for this Program, I would make it official,” he said with a clear of his throat. Not to mention his mother was scared that he would mess it up or someone would try and steal her away from him.

Abraxas pulled the small black box out of his pocket and held it up, opening it for her to gaze. She was blushing deeply, and her eyes widened as she saw the ring. It was a black metal band with 3 gems in the center. The middle and most important was a polished and perfectly round pearl. On either side sat a green emerald, cut to look like a triangle, with the base facing the pearl and the tip pointing away from it. Her mouth dropped open in awe as she saw it. He smiled at the reaction, this time a smile of his own accord, and he pulled the ring out of the box to slide it onto her finger for her.

“There. Now you’re officially the future-Mrs-Malfoy,” he said softly as he stood up. She just kept staring at the ring in awe, bringing it closer to her face.

“Malfoy, I can’t accept this. It’s gorgeous beyond belief,” she said breathlessly. He shook his head.

“I insist. And if you’re worried about being the only one, don’t be. I have a black metal band I will wear as well. The assignment goes both ways, and I want to wear them as an act of loyalty to our pact,” he said. That and to shove it in that damn Tom Riddle’s face that, no matter how charming he may have been, it was Malfoy’s ring on her finger, not his. Even if it was because the government told them they were going to be together, it was still Abraxas and Joey, not Tom. It was a small victory in his mind.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered before looking up at him with a smile that could shine a path for a sailor through the fog. “Thank you so much.”

“You are very welcome. Now, come on. Let’s get you home before dinner,” he said and motioned for her to follow him. But she didn’t. And when she didn’t, he turned to look at her. She was just staring at the ground.

“I can’t afford to get you something this nice, Malfoy. But I promise, I will get you a gift as a thank you, and I can only hope that it will be worthy of the money you spent on this,” she said and looked at her ring again. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it, and Abraxas took a sharp inhale.

She didn’t realise it, but the way she looked at the ring, and the way she looked at him, was a better gift than Abraxas could have ever hoped for.

“Let’s get you home for dinner, Riverwood. I, for one, would love to have your mother’s cooking.”

[lesbians-all-the-way-down]

Original lil one-shot. Afterlife fic. Sorrel & Ivy meet Remus & Rainey (Mostly rambling)

I couldn't explain what I felt, looking at the two women.

They were familiar, my heart felt too full looking at both of them, there together.

One with golden hair that fell down her back, and glasses slipping down her nose as she tilted her head downwards- the other woman whispering something in her ear.

She looked almost identical to how Carlisle would have, if she didn't pierce her face, and dye her hair. All of their facial features were the same.

The other woman's hair was blue, but her face was soft, slightly rounded, but not to the point it was a circle.

She looked like Rue, but with piercings and tattoos. And that meant she looked like me.

They smiled as they interacted, and I smiled as I watched them. Almost reaching for Ivy, who I knew was beside me, but I couldn't see, when I was too busy staring.

"Ives- do they- do you recognize them?"

"I do. They look like Grandma Remus. And Rainey. Do you think-"

"The afterlife's huge- how did- I didn't think we'd see them. Do you- do you think they can see us?"

The thought, the possiblity, had been in the back of my head our entire journey.

I hadn't stopped thinking that maybe after I'd get to see the people that made me, and loved me, for the short time we had together.

That I'd get to meet them in a way I'd remember.

"I think they're distracted, but if they weren't, yes. I think the could see us. Everyone else could."

I nodded, still looking only at them. Not at Ivy.

I started moving, "Go home, Ivy. I'll follow you. But I need to meet them first."

"No. Sorrel. What if you don't make it back?"

"No one will miss me. I don't have parents, but I could. Jamie will be broken if she loses you. And Harper too. I will follow you, I promise. But that's my mom. And mama."

"And they're my grandparents."

"Someone needs to get back home, to explain in case something happens."

"I'm not leaving you. Now let's go."

I only saw her then because she stood in front of me, going up to the two women. And not going home like I expected.

She walked to them, her back straight- almost to the point of making her seem taller, and I heard her talk.

"Remus?" The golden haired one looked up, away from where her wife was murmuring in her ear. "Rainey?"

"Ivy?" It was the golden haired one. It was Remus, clearly, when not only did she look like her, but she knew who she was so quickly.

"yeah how- how did you know?"

"You look exactly like James. But shorter, somehow." She laughed, and the sound felt like coming home to a place that had been destroyed- you felt all the love you once had. The warmth it once provided you with. But it was mixed with a crushing grief. Everything you'd lost staring you in the face. And reminding you.

When her laughter subsided she touched Ivy's chin, her touch clearly gentle. "What happened?"

"Nothing- or not- not nothing. We're alive-"

"we're?" It was Rainey, who looked past her, and get bright purple eyes landed on me.

"Sorrel?"

I nodded from where I was watching. But I didn't approach.

She did, though. And so did Remus. Ivy with them.

"You're so big. You're all grown up. You must be in college." Rainey was cooing over me, and it was clear Remus was feeling the same way. For both me, and Ivy.

"how did you know I wasn't Rue? Everyone always confuses us." I wanted to say something else. To tell them about me. To just hold them. To tell them I loved them.

But I didn't. I couldn't. It was like I was starstruck.

"Rue has my eyes. She always has. But yours are blue. And not- not like Will's. Like your mom's. I don't- I don't know how. But you've always had hers."

That was true. Almost all of us were blue eyed children. Almost all of us with the same identical shade too. It was just the three who's eyes weren't blue at all that didn't. And Will, who's eyes were several shades darker.

I miss you, I wanted to say.

"I go to a school for the Arts. I- I dance. Ballet. I- I think they're disappointed in you." I told her.

I heard the most about my mama from James, and all my other siblings.

But I also heard about her from the teachers at the school- some had danced with her. It was always an example of what not to do, though.

She was at the top, young and promising, and then she just left.

'don't do that' 'we lost a good dancer.' they liked to mention she was accepted into the school with a full scholarship, before she declined and left dance all together.

I was surprised I got In at all, when they had seemed to have such a grudge against my name.

"I didn't know I made such an impact in the dance world that they'd talk about me, still. And they wouldn't want me, if they knew what I looked like."

"What do you mean? You look like you." It felt weird as I said it- how was I to say what she looked like? She was new to me. It was like telling a stranger they looked as they always did.

"I used to be pretty, like you, until I ruined it.

"You are so beautiful, Sorrel, you grew up to be an amazing woman."

She stopped looking at me, and looked at Ivy, "And you grew up to be fantastic. Remus is right, you look exactly like your mother."

Ivy nodded. Taking the compliments from people she desperately wished to know.

"You don't know me," I said, instead of taking my mother's nice words to heart. "You don't know what I've grown up to be, you weren't there."

"And we're sorry about that, Sor." I wanted to flinch away from Remus, and from the nickname no one used for me, but I'd been told my mom had. Something special- and now that she was dead, sacred.

"We wanted to see you grow up. I wish I could've been there for Carlisle, when Jace was sick. I was supposed to babysit you, Ivy, the week I was hospitalized.

"And Sorrel, Mon Amour, I wanted nothing more than to take care of you. You're my baby. You always have been. When I was sick I spent all the time I could with you, so that I would know the exact shade of your eyes even with my eyes closed.

"No one wanted to leave you. Not me, and not your mama.” 

“There wasn’t a choice in it, we didn’t walk out, we-”

 “Died. I know.” I cut Rainey off, from where she was adding to her wife’s statement.

Looking at them felt like someone was taking a knife and cutting through my chest, with faces I recognized but only from photos, And voices I’d imagined telling me stories since Jamie explained that she wasn’t my mother. 

But is that what they were? I was finally with them, I could finally hear those voices- Remus calling me Sor like everyone said she did. They weren’t ‘mom’ and ‘mama’ in my head. 

“I’m sorry. I-”  

“It’s okay, we get it. You feel abandoned.” Ivy was being awfully quiet- was she not the one that approached? That had refused to leave without seeing them too? I looked back at her, instead of having to look at Remus- who’s eyes now looked at me sadly, but really were mine, and Ivy’s too. 

If they were so quick to hold me as and love me as their daughter why couldn’t I love them as my moms?

“Is Jace here?” So many words from my mouth, just deflecting. No, ‘I love you’s or ‘I miss you’s. But everything and anything else. “Do you get to see both your granddaughters?” 

“Yeah, she’s at home, with everyone else. She looks like her mom, like Ivy does.” Remus paused for a second- I would’ve assumed it was the end of her sentence, but her mouth was left slightly open, and her eyes widened as she looked to Ivy. “You- you should meet Ivy, She’s with Alice, but she would want to meet you. I told her about you when I first saw her, she asked about your mom immediately. I think she’d love to see you.” 

Ivy’s short bob fell like curtains in front of her face as she nodded. “I would love to meet her too. Someone who had meant so much to my mom.” 

“She did,” I watched Remus put her hand on her cheek, watching the tanned hand, her long slim fingers just a couple shades darker than Ivy’s pale, pale skin- she hadn’t touched me, yet. Neither had Rainey. “They were inseparable. Like it looks like you two are.” 

She reached for Rainey’s hand, gently pulling the other from her granddaughters face. “We can lead you to her.” 

Ivy nodded enthusiasm in every muscle, with a growing smile on her face. 

“Fantastic,” Remus’s voice was soft, as she turned, and starting walking away, her wife directly beside her and granddaughter just behind. 

I was farther behind. Was I included in this offer? Had they decided that I was a waste of a daughter, and Ivy would be a perfect replacement? 

I followed, but hesitantly. Until Rainey half turned around, and smiled. “You coming, Sorrel?” 

[vaalinors]

you’re the anchor (that i tied to my brain)

Edward Elric to the last jedi 9 pm DON’T BE FUCKING LATE IM TALKIN TO U YAO: pray tell where the fuck is my brother

Edward Elric: it is 8 o fucking clock 

Edward Elric: im locked the fuck out of the house 

Edward Elric: and al STILL ISN’T BACK FROM HIS GODFUCK SHITHOLE DATE

Paninya: ed take a deep breath n hurl urself into a pond or smth

Paninya: als been freakin out about mei for at least 38478392 years now

Paninya: let him relieve his thirst

Paninya: AND BTW THIS IS UR OWN DAMN FAULT

Edward Elric: how in The FUCK???? is this MY FAULT??????

Paninya: u couldve had a perfectly gross dorm on campus bUT NO U HAD TO BE BOUJEE N RENT AN APARTMENT WITH UR BROTHER

Edward Elric: IM ONLY LOCKED OUT BC AL LOST HIS GODDAMN KEY AND I

Edward Elric: BEING THE SAINTLY BROTHER THAT I AM

Ling Yao: w0w thats a lie

Edward Elric: GAVE HIM MINE AND NOW I GOTTA SCREAM AT HIM TILL HE PUTS HIS TONGUE BACK IN HIS OWN MOUTH AND COMES THE FUCK BACK

Winry Rockbell: u reeaaallly dont gotta

Paninya: have u heard??? of this thing??????

Paninya: called????? pm?????????????

Paninya: bc its a thing u could use to bitch at al without annoyin the entire shit outta the rest of us

Ling Yao: lol lan fans at her grandpas rn and her phone cant be put on silent

Ling Yao: shes going to kick ur ass

Edward Elric: IM gonna kick ALS ass if he doesnt show up in the next half hour I DONT CARE IF HES ON A FUCKIN DATE

Ling Yao: may i remind u my sister is the girl ur brothers currently wooing

Ling Yao: u do that and lan fan wont be the only one kicking ur ass

Edward Elric: what think u can take me weakLing

Ling Yao: uh duh but i was talking about mei

Edward Elric: PLS shes what half a foot tall????? PLSSSSSSS

Lan Fan: so twice as tall as you

Edward Elric: DO,,,,,U WANT,,,,,,.,TO FUCKING DIE,,,,,,,.,.,,,,

Lan Fan: edward

Lan Fan: i am at my grandfathers house

Lan Fan: my phone is ringing so loud my neighbors think their doorbells r broken

Lan Fan: my grandfather is ready to smash it into oblivion

Lan Fan: if he does we WILL be reliving 3/10 and youll be tasting a lot more than just your stomach acid when im done with you

Lan Fan: do not make me sneak out of training to answer you again

Paninya: Rekt™

Ling Yao: mic drop

Edward Elric: psh whatever

Edward Elric: u fuckers think 3/10 scared me

Edward Elric: GUESS FUCKING AGAIN

Edward Elric: FUCKING C O M E  A T  M E

Paninya: o look shes typing

Edward Elric: anyway im gonna pm al goodnight and thank u

Winry Rockbell to is it gay to want to literally drink ushers voice: OI AL how was the date

Winry Rockbell: I WANT DETAILS

Edward Elric: if anyone wants to know how to be the Creepiest Fucking Person Ever

Edward Elric: talk to winry

Winry Rockbell: well seeing that i won best ed impression two years in a row now id say i do indeed know

Edward Elric: HAR DE HAR

Edward Elric: u think u fucking know me???

Alphonse Elric: Is it hard?

Paninya: yea all u rlly gotta do is yell fuck a lot

Alphonse Elric: Put ur hair in a braid with one obnoxious ass strand sticking right up

Winry Rockbell: dont forget u have to crouch down

Winry Rockbell: i recommend kneeling

Edward Elric: dont think i cant deck all u shitdicks

Ling Yao: ive just annoyed the info out of my sister

Ling Yao: it seems al is quite the casanova

Ling Yao: clearly not a family trait BUT

Edward Elric: i will piss in ur backpack

Ling Yao: case in point

Ling Yao: ANYWAYS UPDATE ON THE BET FRONT

Ling Yao: as im sure u all know ned, roy mustang and i have had an ongoing wager AKA who can wrangle the most freshies into joining his club

Ling Yao: well as of today the martial arts/dance troupe has 20 more members

Edward Elric: BULLSHIT

Ling Yao: and i believe that pulls me ahead of ned to tie evenly with mustang

Ling Yao: and really would any of u choose archery over martial arts??

Paninya: tbh i choose social life over any clubs but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Edward Elric: basic bitch

Paninya: u kno it

Paninya: but srsly wtf shifty how did u get 20 new members so fast

Lan Fan: he showed off and gave his number out to like half of them

Ling Yao: :O how could u EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS

Ling Yao: I tRuSTeD YOu

Lan Fan: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Edward Elric: just u fuckin wait ling

Edward Elric: ill leave both u asshats in the GROUND

Alphonse Elric: I mean first u have to

Alphonse Elric: Yknow

Alphonse Elric: Be taller than the ground

Edward Elric: I LIVE WITH U I CAN MAKE UR LIFE FUCKING MISERABLE U HEAR

Winry Rockbell to kyle ron WHOMST???: so about laser tag this weekend

Winry Rockbell: invite lings sister yay or nay

Lan Fan: why not

Rosé Thomas: It’d even us out

Rebecca Catalina: does it even matter tbh we all kno whichever team rizas on is gonna win

Riza Hawkeye: Catalina i resent that statement

Rebecca Catalina: pls point to me where thE LIE IS HAWKEYE

Winry Rockbell: ok then

Winry Rockbell added Mei Chang to the chat

Paninya: EY UVE JUST BECOME PART OF THE MESS THAT IS US SOPHS

Maria Ross: and a few seniors

Paninya: WE’RE BASICALLY A KPOP GROUP BUT BETTER (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

Lan Fan: ok we’re going laser tagging this weekend you in

Mei Chang: i feel like i may die if i say no so as long as my idiot brother isn’t going i’m in

Paninya to could u actually perhaps makin bacon pancakes: [DELETED MESSAGE]

Ling Yao: wot

Alphonse Elric: Whos going laser tagging

Winry Rockbell: pan ffs

Paninya: (◔◡◔✿)

Edward Elric: fuckin RUDE

Lan Fan to Panko: what is it

Panko: i have no idea what u mean my dear

Lan Fan: uve been typing for an hour now AND i can hear your teeth grinding from my room

Panko: i have no idea what u could be referring to my sweet

Panko: i just wanna kno how ur days been

Lan Fan: this is about ling isnt it

Panko: dear

Panko: u used an emoji

Panko: u never use emojis

Lan Fan: look i get that youre just looking out for me

Lan Fan: but its fine and so am i

Lan Fan: i really dont need a pity heart to heart

Lan Fan: besides hed give out his number to everyone in the world if he could thats just who he is

Panko: well ur not wrong

Panko: is it bad to say im so glad i rarely have to deal with bois

Lan Fan: girls can be idiots too

Panko: ppl in general usually r

Alphonse Elric to WE CANT KEEP DOWN ALL THAT VODKA ON KRAFT MAC N CHEESE: So i cant feel

Ling Yao: mY FACE WHEN IM WITH U

Alphonse Elric: That and the rest of my body

Alphonse Elric: How is one person so funny and sweet and amazing

Paninya: MY SON HES IN LOVE YALL

Paninya: ITS TRUE FUCKIN LOVE

Paninya: ELRIC 2.0 TEXT ME IF U NEED ANYTHIN

Paninya: CONDOMS

Winry Rockbell: oh god

Paninya: BIRTH CONTROL

Edward Elric: PAN WHAT THE FUCK U THINK AL KNOWS WHAT A CONDOM IS

Paninya: HE IS A HORNY TEENAGE BOI I BET U MY ENTIRE ASS HES USED ONE BEFORE

Lan Fan: PANINYA

Mei Chang: uh

Paninya: oh fuck

Ling Yao: mei so it was U that made that balloon fart noise just now

Lan Fan: ling kindly shut up

Edward Elric: SO AL ISNT BREATHING I THINK HES DEAD

Edward Elric: HES BEEN STARING AT HIS PHONE FOR 10 MINS NOW FUCK WHAT DO I DO

Paninya: CALL 911 U MORON

Lan Fan: where do you live i know CPR

Ling Yao: thats hot

Winry Rockbell: MEI PRETEND U CANT READ

Mei Chang: er i can’t read suddenly i don’t know

Ling Yao: (╯°□°)╯now she gives in to the memes

Edward Elric: ok nvm hes alive

Edward Elric: buT I M NOT GONNA BE FUC KBRB RUNNINGgh

Paninya: rip in peace

Alphonse Elric to how Extra™ do u gotta be to come up with fuccboi: So we’re still down for gta tomorrow right

Alphonse Elric: Ed cant make it because i killed him

Ling Yao: the old ed cant come to the phone right now

Ling Yao: why

Edward Elric: because hes going to cut off lings fucking elbows

Roy Mustang: can you even reach his fingers

Edward Elric: listeN HERE U liL SHIT

Alphonse Elric kicked Edward Elric from the chat

Ling Yao: thats cold

Ling Yao added Edward Elric to the chat

Roy Mustang: i knew it couldnt last

Edward Elric: if any of u polefucks ever want to know how to get ling to do something bother lan fan

Ling Yao: try it again and i will Key Your Face

Ling Yao: she has a physics test tomorrow

Alphonse Elric: Wow

Roy Mustang: :O

Jean Havoc: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Edward Elric: i got the beer for tmr night

Alphonse Elric: Damn right u do im not letting u in otherwise

Edward Elric: ignore asshurt over here hes pissed i embarrassed him in front of his date

Roy Mustang: at least he has one

Jean Havoc: yeah have u ever had a girlfriend edward??

Denny Brosh: Do you know what a woman is ned????

Edward Elric has left the chat

Ling Yao to Good Shit ✔💯: hey lan fan

Ling Yao: LAN FAAAAAN

Good Shit ✔💯: what

Ling Yao: guess who i just saw in chem doodling one miss rockbells name on his hw

Good Shit ✔💯: no

Ling Yao: oh yes

Ling Yao: i wanted to take a pic but ed decided to be a good student and tore it off before handing it in

Good Shit ✔💯: does he even try in chem

Ling Yao: no but at least he doesnt fall asleep like he does in lit

Good Shit ✔💯: hemingway puts everyone to sleep

Good Shit ✔💯: read some brontë or steinbeck

Good Shit ✔💯: id say dickens too but anti Semitism and all

Ling Yao: i love it when u talk lit to me

Ling Yao: reminds me of when u used to sneak into our library and read the biggest books u could find

Good Shit ✔💯: better than you climbing up the side of my house to sneak into my room

Ling Yao: pls u loved it

Good Shit ✔💯: debatable

Good Shit ✔💯: club meetings today dont forget

Ling Yao: how can i ur always here to remind me ;)

Winry Rockbell added Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Maria Ross, and Rebecca Catalina to ROSE TYLER DEFENSE SQUAD WHERE YALL AT

Winry Rockbell: just so we’re clear friday nights a byob sitch

Lan Fan: well wade was totally off

Ling Yao: atta girl

Paninya: wow and here i was thinkin byob meant bug ur own business

Edward Elric: what the utter fuck

Alphonse Elric: Dont act coy u LIVED a bugs life ed

Winry Rockbell: BRING YOUR OWN BOTTLE CAPICHE

Winry Rockbell: jesus now ive got the kim possible theme song stuck in my head

Edward Elric: if one of u picks yoshi i will e n d  u

Paninya: no promises n its not our fault yoshi pushed ur fool ass off mushroom gorge that one time

Rebecca Catalina: LMAOOO

Edward Elric: that demonic fucking dinosaur needs to go extinct

Roy Mustang: since brosh doesnt give a shit do we want to make this a floor thing

Ling Yao: i see what ur doing mercedes benz u sneak ass

Roy Mustang: you caught up yao i can finally start trying

Edward Elric: news flash fuckers i got 5 more ppl today u can both suck my ASS

Winry Rockbell: ok but keep it small

Lan Fan: ,,,,,,,

Maria Ross: this is why timing’s important kids

Ling Yao: how much smaller could his butt get

Roy Mustang: are we even be able to locate it

Rebecca Catalina: does ned even have a torso????

Edward Elric: I HOPE U ALL ROT IN HELL

Paninya changed the chat name to eds ass is bigfoot pass it on

Winry Rockbell to Mulan but Better: is it weird that i cant stop smiling at ed

Winry Rockbell: hes sleeping in the chair across from me

Mulan but Better: a bit

Winry Rockbell: yeah

Winry Rockbell: hes such a nerd

Mulan but Better: but hes your nerd

Roy Mustang changed the chat name to WHO TE HFUCKS IDEA WAS IT O MAKE THIS AFLOOR THING

Edward Elric changed the chat name to URS U FUCKING CURLY STRAW

Paninya to wubba lubba dub dub: all of u need to see this Spicy™ video of ed from last night

Winry Rockbell: pan its 9 fucking am

Winry Rockbell: who tf is up that cares

Paninya: o dont u worry winnie the pooh

Lan Fan: yep shes still drunk

Paninya: i think ed will when he stops groaning in the bathroom there

Paninya sent a video in the chat

Paninya: srsly im postin this on ig later

Winry Rockbell: SHIT thats loud

Alphonse Elric: What the fuck is that

Riza Hawkeye: Is

Riza Hawkeye: Is he singing mad world

Paninya: u bet ur blonde ass he is

Lan Fan: was this after we took turns playing yoshi and demolishing him in mario kart

Paninya: u bet ur toned ass it was

Winry Rockbell: paninya i can barely hear anything over u shouting STRIP STRIP STRIP in the bg

Ling Yao: edward really is tone deaf isnt he

Ling Yao: oh hes stopped puking

Ling Yao: hes looking at his phone

Alphonse Elric: Rip in peace our bloodshot eyes

Edward Elric: wHAT THE ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS IS THAT

Edward Elric: WHAT THE ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS

Edward Elric: WHAT THE ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS DID U ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS DO TO MY PHONE

Ling Yao: HAHAHAHA OH MY GOD

Roy Mustang: dear jesus what is happening

Paninya: oH MY WHICH ONE OF U DID THIS

Paninya: I WILL K I S S U

Mei Chang: there is way too much shouting this goddamn early in the morning

Ling Yao: while u were busy cackling over that video i may or may not have convinced lan fan to steal eds phone

Edward Elric: U ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS BETTER ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS FIX MY ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS PHONE OR IM ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS

Jean Havoc: hes like an infuriated duck with a lisp

Roy Mustang: siri what is the tiniest species of duck

Edward Elric: U WANNA ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS FIGHT

Paninya: pls tell me one of u hungover fucks is gettin this on video

Mei Chang: lan fan u okay?

Lan Fan: yeah too much shouting i have a headache

Lan Fan: add me back when ed calms down (◕ ‿ ◕✿)

Lan Fan has left the chat

Paninya: hey ed ill bet even yoshi can say fuck

Edward Elric: FOR ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS SAKE

Lan Fan to Guns n Roses: hey

Lan Fan: i dont know where you are rn

Lan Fan: im still sort of hungover and i kind of need someone to talk to who isnt going to get angry or

Lan Fan: try and rationalize everything and well

Lan Fan: do you ever just wish that things could change

Lan Fan: that you could be someone entirely different or that you could get out and leave and not give a damn about anything or anyone or

Lan Fan: because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Guns n Roses: Okay i was at work but i’m coming back right now

Guns n Roses: And i’m going to get you tea and you’re going to tell me whatever you want to tell me okay??

Lan Fan: thanks

Paninya to ID SING OH CANADA TOO IF MY PM HAD AN ASS LIKE THAT: ok but for real

Paninya: dicks r like mushrooms

Paninya: little funny gross mushrooms

Rosé Thomas: Paninya you’re high go home

Paninya: oh sweet flower i wish i was

Winry Rockbell: its 4 fucking am GO TO SLEEP

Paninya: time is an illusion

Paninya to TRICKY tricky TRICKY tricky: i crave the sweet release of death

Edward Elric: FUCKING KARMA

Winry Rockbell: i could hear u playing music at 5 am again today why tf have u been up so late

Paninya: my roommate was screaming french at me

Paninya: she has a test today

Paninya: also

Paninya added Lan Fan to the chat

Paninya: LAN FANNNNNNNN

Lan Fan: i didnt do the psych hw paninya

Lan Fan: and run-dmc doesnt deserve this subpar treatment

Alphonse Elric: Lan fan

Alphonse Elric: Lings been looking for u

Lan Fan: i know its ok dont worry about it

Edward Elric: A FUCKING BIRD JUST SHAT ON MY HEAD

Paninya: what was that????? u said???????

Paninya: about karma?????????

Edward Elric: WHAT IS THIS LITERAL SHIT ON ED DAY

Lan Fan: is that not everyday

Edward Elric: I WILL FIGHT ALL U ASSDICKS

Lan Fan: 3/10 edward

Edward Elric: i will fight me for only i myself am the one assdick here thank u amen and goodbye

Lan Fan to Literal Monkey™: so i hear you were looking for me

Literal Monkey™: that depends

Literal Monkey™: what did i do lan fan

Literal Monkey™: did i say something

Literal Monkey™: tell me what i did that made you so upset at me

Literal Monkey™: if i did something im sorry i really am but you cant just disappear and not even tell me whats wrong

Lan Fan: i know

Lan Fan: it wasnt you i just

Lan Fan: my grandfathers relapse and its been rough with classes lately

Lan Fan: it kind of hit me that i cant always afford to be chill all the time

Lan Fan: sorry ive been mia

Literal Monkey™: well now i feel like a dick

Literal Monkey™: ur my best friend lan fan and i think ive gotten so used to u being near i freak out when ur not

Literal Monkey™: i guess it kind of says something about me that might not be a good thing

Literal Monkey™: especially since i climbed the side of ur house to see if u went back home and u werent there

Lan Fan: you w h a t

Ling Yao to Frying Pan: in hindsight

Ling Yao: i prob shouldnt have told her about the climbing

Ling Yao: shes not talking to me again

Frying Pan: u done fucked up boiii

Ling Yao: so will u tell me whats really wrong with her now

Frying Pan: not a chance boiii

Winry Rockbell to Wannabe Alchemist: hey i know its kind of sudden

Winry Rockbell: and u prob have other things to do

Wannabe Alchemist: nah im free shoot

Winry Rockbell: could u maybe come with me this weekend

Wannabe Alchemist: …are u sure

Wannabe Alchemist: i mean of course ill go hell even if i had a meeting with the goddamn president id skip it to go anywhere with u

Wannabe Alchemist: but i dont want to overstep my right or anything

Winry Rockbell: no ed u could never impose

Winry Rockbell: its just been kind of a shit year

Winry Rockbell: i dont know if i can handle going to visit them alone this time

Wannabe Alchemist: dont worry im there for u

Wannabe Alchemist: whatever u need

Winry Rockbell: i

Winry Rockbell: thanks ed

Wannabe Alchemist: theyd be proud of u win

Winry Rockbell: :)

Winry Rockbell: not to degrade ur sentiment or anything because damn ed u can be sweet

Winry Rockbell: but id do buttfuck anything besides meet with our president

Wannabe Alchemist: i read that as u would butt fuck anything but shit u right

Mei Chang to “3/10 WASNT EVEN THAT BAD” famous last words: paninya was that you outside my school trying to sell taylor swift tshirts

Lan Fan: paninya what the hell

Paninya: ok HS GIRLS EAT TSWIFT UP

Mei Chang: you looked stalkerish as hell my principal was going to call the police

Winry Rockbell: just burn them in a rusty can like the ratchet ho u are

Paninya: what is This Disrespect™ n pls im not gonna burn them that merch cost me lk 984759 bucks

Lan Fan: sounds fake but ok

Ling Yao: and why tf would u sell them taylor swift is finally getting interesting

Winry Rockbell: yeah shes finally being savage af isnt this what u signed up for

Paninya: hey i signed up for Drama Taylor

Paninya: this is just plain whoring for attention

Alphonse Elric: Not sure those terms are mutually exclusive

Edward Elric: HOLY FUCK

Lan Fan: speaking of whoring for attention

Edward Elric: I GOT MUSTANG TO PLAY LEAGUE

Edward Elric: went straight for brand the dumb fucking pyromaniac

Alphonse Elric: Can i just remind u that ur first time ur jerk ass went right for garen

Edward Elric: GAREN is a PERFECTLY FUCKING GOOD CHAMPION TO GO FOR WHEN UR A NOOB DUMBASS

Alphonse Elric: Sounds fake but ok

Ling Yao: and a bit like neds trying to compensate for something

Edward Elric: U ALL AINT SHIT

Lan Fan: its yaint

Ling Yao: u uncultured fuck

Paninya: k first of all lol is a game for 13 year old prepubescent boys

Lan Fan: so perfect for edward

Edward Elric: DONT FUCKING TRY U KNOW UR A HO FOR AKALI

Edward Elric: ,,,,,,,,dont say 3/10 u know i would rather fucking die

Lan Fan: then perish

Alphonse Elric: Ed did U make that whale noise

Winry Rockbell: the real question here is paninya???? can actually spell???????? words???????? whAT??????

Paninya: SECOND OF ALL any of u want tswift shirts hmu (◡‿◡✿)

Edward Elric: taylor swift is fucking great why the fuck would u sell them

Winry Rockbell: ………..

Alphonse Elric: ……………………

Paninya: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Lan Fan changed the chat name to ill take edward elric is fake Punk Rock™ for 800 alex

Edward Elric: OI U CAN BE PUNK ROCK AND STILL LISTEN TO GUILTY PLEASURE POP

Winry Rockbell: SOUNDS FAKE BUT OK

Rosé Thomas added Mei Chang, Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric, Roy Mustang, and Riza Hawkeye to Unnamed

Paninya changed the chat name to PROJECT LINGFAN

Paninya: ALRIGHT LISTEN UP

Alphonse Elric: What the hell is lingfan

Paninya: PLS WITHHOLD ALL QUESTIONS TILL THE END OF THE BRIEFING MY PRECIOUS CHILD

Winry Rockbell: she continues??? to spell????? correctly???????? what i am amazed?????????????

Paninya: ROCKBELL FULL OFFENSE STFU

Winry Rockbell: rude

Paninya: SO EVERYONE HERE KNOWS OUR GOOD FRIEND LING YAO AKA SHIFTY AKA MONKEY BOI AKA CO-PRES OF THE MARTIAL ARTS/DANCE TROUPE YEA

Mei Chang: if i say no can i leave

Paninya: AND EVERYONE ALSO KNOWS MY SPICY GIRL LIGHT OF MY LIFE LAN FAN AKA DEFINITION OF BADASS AKA EDS WORST NIGHTMARE AKA CO-PRES OF THE MARTIAL ARTS/DANCE TROUPE YEA

Edward Elric: she is not my worst fucking nightmare

Mei Chang: so you don’t turn into a stuttering baby every time she brings up 3/10

Edward Elric: U WERENT THERE U DONT FUCKING K N O W

Paninya: AND EVERYONE HERE KNOWS THAT THOSE 2 HAVE THE BIGGEST RAGING BONERS FOR EACH OTHER THAT ANYONES EVER FUCKIN SEEN YEA

Winry Rockbell: i feel like there was a better way of putting that

Edward Elric: wait hold THE FUCK UP ur fucking with me right

Roy Mustang: yes edward

Roy Mustang: she made an entire separate chat and invited all these people just so she could fuck with you

Alphonse Elric: Thats literally what the normal group chat is for wtf ned

Edward Elric: what the UTTER FUCK???? LING AND LAN FAN????????

Rosé Thomas: You were right winry he’s blind

Alphonse Elric: Dude how the hell are u so ignorant

Riza Hawkeye: Edward are you really unaware of this

Edward Elric: HOW DO U ALL KNOW ABOUT THIS WHAT THE FUCK

Roy Mustang: id ask if you saw them at the floor party but i remembered you were too busy practicing for your x factor audition

Paninya: OK ED SINCE UR CLEARLY THE OBLIVIOUSEST FUCKING PERSON ON THE FACE OF THE GODDAMN PLANET

Winry Rockbell: obliviousest

Winry Rockbell: i knew it wouldnt last

Paninya: LET ME JUST HIT U WITH SOME EXAMPLES

Paninya: LAN FAN NEVER BLUSHES UNLESS U MENTION LING TO HER AND THEYVE KNOWN EACH OTHER SINCE C H I L D H O O D

Paninya: WHEN LAN FAN SHATTERED HER ARM IN FRESHMAN YEAR LING CARRIED HER HALFWAY TO THE DAMN HOSPITAL AND SLEPT NEXT TO HER SICKBED FOR THE ENTIRE WEEK SHE WAS THERE

Roy Mustang: he threatened to and i quote ‘key your face’ if you bothered her again

Winry Rockbell: lan fan only shattered her arm that time because some dumbass thugs tried to jump ling in order to threaten his dad

Mei Chang: whenever lan fan doesnt answer him right away he gets all huffy and paces for hours and checks his phone like 500 times until she replies LIKE SHE ALWAYS DOES

Paninya: LITERALLY TODAY OK RIZA CAN CONFIRM IM WALKIN TO MEET LAN FAN FOR PSYCH AND I SEE HER PRACTICING A FUCKING KARATE MOVE OR SOME SHIT WITH LING ON THE QUAD

Paninya: SHE STARTS LAUGHING AND I SWEAR ON MY FANTASTIC ASS LING STARES AT HER FOR 10 WHOLE MINS

Paninya: SHES BENDING HIS LEG FARTHER THAN ANY LEG SHOULD BEND AND HES LOOKING AT HER LIKE SHES THE ONLY DAMN THING WORTH KNOWING IN THE ENTIRE FUCKIN UNIVERSE

Paninya: THIS HAS BEEN HAPPENIN FOR YEARS I CANT EVEN WITH THEIR UNNECESSARY ANGST ANYMORE

Paninya: THEY NEED TO GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER BEFORE I ACTUALLY FUCKIN EXPLODE JFC (╯✿◕益◕)╯︵ ┻━┻

Riza Hawkeye: That is indeed what happened

Rosé Thomas: And that’s why we made this chat

Rosé Thomas: So all of you can experience our pain

Edward Elric: ,,,,,,

Alphonse Elric: Seriously wtf is a lingfan

Mei Chang to pacific rim uprising is the sequel we didnt know we wanted and always needed no one fight me on this: you all know my name is mei right

Paninya: first time im hearin it

Mei Chang: because my calc teacher doesnt

Winry Rockbell: oh god what does he call u

Mei Chang: literally ‘mee’

Edward Elric: RIP IN FUCKING PEACE

Paninya: wot in tarnation

Ling Yao: u mean wot in pronunciation

Mei Chang: mee-eye is okay and mYE sure but MEE

Paninya: dw a teacher called me panYEA once lk??? bless u????

Edward Elric: omfg PETITION TO CALL PANINYA PANYEAH FROM NOW ON

Lan Fan: panno

Winry Rockbell: a teacher called me wine-ry in fifth grade like how in the actual fuck could u mess win-ree up

Edward Elric: maybe bc u were indeed hella whiny

Winry Rockbell: at least she knew i was there u were too smol to see over the table

Alphonse Elric: Better loud than nonexistent

Edward Elric: GTFO AL I WAS FUCKING TALLER THAN U

Paninya: “was”

Mei Chang: in any case i’m done trying to correct him hello yes my name is mee

Ling Yao: and wen it nite

Paninya: wtf r u on ling yao n where can i get some

Winry Rockbell: its another fucking meme i stg lan fan pls control this boy

Lan Fan: the kalc teachre cannt saye it rhite

Ling Yao: vINdICatION

Edward Elric to PROJECT LINGFAN: fuck this they gotta be in love

Winry Rockbell to Mulan but Better: hey theyre selling stroop waffles outside the bio building

Winry Rockbell: i can grab some for u if ur in class

Winry Rockbell: wait is that u in line

Winry Rockbell: are u wearing a lab coat

Winry Rockbell: u ran out of class didnt u

Winry Rockbell: did u not even bother to take off ur goggles u look like a nerdy terminator

Winry Rockbell: how many are u buying holy shit ARE U STUFFING THEM IN UR LABORATORY COAT POCKETS

Winry Rockbell: DID U JUST N A R U T O  R U N OUT OF THE QUAD

Mulan but Better: why are you still asking me you know the answers yes

Roy Mustang to My Queen™: theyre selling stroop waffles right now

My Queen™: Has ling gotten there yet

Roy Mustang: theyre no longer selling stroop waffles right now

Rosé Thomas to 7 excellents and LAN FAN THE WAFFLE TRAITOR: It’s official

Rosé Thomas: Mustang won the bet

Winry Rockbell: wow i forgot that was still going on

Maria Ross: how’s ed taking it

Rosé Thomas: Oh how you would think he’d take it

Paninya: EYYYY EDS GONNA ATTRACT THE CAMPUS POPO AGAIN

Roy Mustang to PROJECT LINGFAN (WHAT IS A LINGFAN SOMEONE TELL ME ALREADY): if ling lost the bet he had to choose

Roy Mustang: either actually outright confess to lan fan or end whatever it is they have

Paninya: Y TF WOULD U GIVE HIM THE SECOND OPTION ALL THEY NEED TO DO IS STOP DANCIN AROUND EACH OTHER N BANG

Alphonse Elric: Paninya its more complicated than that

Paninya: WHAT IN THE 7TH RING OF HELL COULD BE SO COMPLICATED ABOUT THIS

Mei Chang: long story short

Mei Chang: our familys shit deep in politics

Mei Chang: either ling gets in there shit deep too or hes married off

Edward Elric: well fuck

Rosé Thomas: Lan fan knows

Rosé Thomas: When she messaged me after the party i found out that this is why she was so upset

Rosé Thomas: Apparently a drunk ling told her that she should leave him because ‘he’s scared about what would happen if he stopped caring and she deserves better than a coward’

Paninya: well now i feel like shit

Mei Chang: welcome to my world

Mei Chang to Secret Swiftie: remember how you came to my school and almost got arrested

Mei Chang: a couple of girls are asking about your tshirts

Secret Swiftie: call it what u want is a fuckin eargasm I TAKE IT ALL BACK ALL OF IT

Secret Swiftie: I HAVE HEARD AN ACTUAL REAL LIFE A N G E L

Mei Chang: great i’ll tell them you died

Lan Fan to WHOS FAKE PUNK ROCK NOW U FILTHY FUCKING HYPOCRITES P A N I N Y A: has anyone seen my book

Paninya: what book is it

Lan Fan: howard’s end

Alphonse Elric: Forsters great

Winry Rockbell: sorry i havent

Lan Fan: its fine i probably left it in the studio

Ling Yao: oi i was just kicked out of the dining hall what kind of DISRESPECT

Paninya: k but u were eatin all the soup

Ling Yao: is that a crime now

Winry Rockbell: u took the entire pot ling

Lan Fan: you didnt even try to be stealthy about it you just ran back to your seat giggling

Mei Chang: how are they just kicking you out now

Lan Fan: oh they have he climbs back in through the window

Edward Elric: last week u complained the rice wasnt cooked

Ling Yao: have u????? had the rice here??????? itS C R U N C H Y

Edward Elric: jfc lower ur standards ur highness this is college

Lan Fan: you dont pay 70K a year to eat

Paninya: just suck it up lk the rest of us

Winry Rockbell: its either this or starve yao

Ling Yao: :O

Ling Yao changed the chat name to fake friends™

Alphonse Elric to cAn yOU FEeL iT Now mR KRAbs: What the everloving fuck do i have to murder to find out what the shit lingfan is?????¿¿¿¿¿

Lan Fan: …..

Alphonse Elric: Ah

Alphonse Elric: Wrong chat

Paninya: (✿◉‿◉)

Winry Rockbell: AL FOR THE LOV EOF

Winry Rockbell kicked Lan Fan from the chat

Winry Rockbell kicked Ling Yao from the chat

Mei Chang: you know they can still see previous messages

Edward Elric: fuckkkkkk

Paninya: well first time not directin this at edward

Paninya: duuuuuude u fucked up

Panko to Lan Fan: hey i saved u a seat in psych but u didnt look over

Panko: is this about kickin u out of the squad chat

Lan Fan: do they all know

Panko: uh kno what

Lan Fan: does everyone know paninya

Panko: if i answer will u promise not to disappear again

Panko: no one told anyone else about it if thats what ur angry about we all figured it out by ourselves

Panko: well except for ed but that boi is dumb af

Panko: n im not sayin u guys were obvious or anything it took a while until we saw it

Lan Fan: i think im going to go back to my grandfathers for the weekend

Panko: pls dont drop off the face of the earth again

Lan Fan: i wont i was going to go back anyway and space is good

Panko: ur not the only one in this lan fan

Panko: no matter how much u wont see it

Lan Fan: (◠‿◠✿)

Winry Rockbell to PROJECT LINGFAN (ALPHONSE ELRIC DONE FUCKED UP YALL): so lan fans gone

Winry Rockbell: when did u say ling had to make a choice mustang

Roy Mustang: i didnt??

Edward Elric: u said he had to make a decision and DIDNT GIVE HIM A SHITDAMN DEADLINE

Edward Elric: ITS NEVER GONNA HAPPEN NOW HONDA

Paninya: well thats just great chevrolet

Riza Hawkeye: You really didnt think this through bmw

Roy Mustang: wow at least i didnt blow our cover

Alphonse Elric: Dont throw me under the bus with u toyota at least im repentant

Paninya: alright well now that lamborgini royally fucked up

Winry Rockbell: “lamborgini”

Winry Rockbell: so close

Edward Elric: so what the fuck is gonna happen now

Winry Rockbell: ok mei can talk to ling bc she lives with him

Mei Chang: unfortunately

Rosé Thomas: I don’t know if lan fan will be willing to talk

Rosé Thomas: She used an emoji again

Mei Chang: actually i’ll talk to her someone else tackle my brother

Paninya: idk how to speak fuccboi language one of the guys gotta do it

Winry Rockbell: after roy and als fuckups who else can we choose

Edward Elric: RUDE

Roy Mustang: sit down you didnt even know they were a thing

Edward Elric: MAYBE BC I DONT POKE MY FUCKING NOSE INTO OTHER PPLS BUSINESS

Alphonse Elric: Well ofc u physically cant ned

Winry Rockbell: can u even see other ppl without platform shoes

Mei Chang: or a ladder

Edward Elric: UR FUCKING SHORTER THAN ME JFC

Paninya to milk: hate it, shouting: always, music taste: shite = I AM FORCIBLY SHUT INTO THE BODY OF A SIX YEAR OLD: RIZA TOLD ME THERE IS A PETTING ZOO 3 MILES AWAY YALL MEET AT MY CAR IN 5

Edward Elric: we’re already fucking here

Ling Yao: lol weve been here for an hour

Alphonse Elric: Mustangs been holding a komodo dragon for approx half that time

Mei Chang: winry drove us and there are llamas

Winry Rockbell: i am surrounded by puppies rn am i dead

Paninya: bitch u r to me im writin u all out of my will CLEARLY ALL MY M8S ARE SHIT

Ling Yao to Sister Mine: mei

Ling Yao: meiiiiiii

Sister Mine: i’m literally right next to you what

Ling Yao: have u ever seen lan fan with her hair down

Sister Mine: once during the floor party you all snuck me into

Sister Mine: why do you ask

Ling Yao: her hair tie broke a few days ago and she was fussing with it and i couldnt breathe

Sister Mine: when her hair is down??

Ling Yao: up, down, soaking, gone

Ling Yao: she takes my breath away, mei

Ling Yao: she takes my breath away no matter what she does, or say, or looks like and i am a coward

Sister Mine: you may be right

Ling Yao: are you ashamed of me?

Sister Mine: that depends

Sister Mine: what do you plan to do about it

Lan Fan to Literal Monkey™: hey i know its 5 am and youre probably not even awake and this is probably useless anyway considering ive been transparent as all hell

Lan Fan: but i dont think sleep is an option until i tell you

Lan Fan: youre ridiculous

Lan Fan: youre ridiculous and full of it and infuriating and reckless and beautiful and just so so idiotic

Lan Fan: id have to be too i guess

Lan Fan: to be in love with you even after all of it

Lan Fan: and i really am just that

Lan Fan: idiotic and in love with you

Literal Monkey™: thanks

Lan Fan: did you just breakfast at tiffanys me

Literal Monkey™: yes because you would understand it

Literal Monkey™: you understand lan fan

Literal Monkey™: every shitty meme or reference or word i say you’ll always always understand

Literal Monkey™: just like how you understand that im all those things you said i was

Literal Monkey™: im reckless and infuriating and indecisive and greedy and far too ridiculous to deserve you and you understand that

Literal Monkey™: and if youre idiotic for being in love with me then im a hundred times more and you understand why too

Lan Fan: i think you have too much faith in me

Literal Monkey™: i think you have too little

Literal Monkey™: come to your window

Lan Fan: what why

Literal Monkey™: because its hard to type when im barely holding onto your window frame and looking like a hero straight out of an austen novel and honestly id rather told you how much im in love with you in person

Literal Monkey™: convention and all that

Lan Fan: well alright then

Paninya changed the chat name to IT FINALLY FUCKING HAPPENED LADS LINGFAN IS REAL FUCKING CHRIST NO MORE ANGST I AM LIBERATEDDDD

Alphonse Elric: Great so can someone pls explain wtf a lingfan is now

Edward Elric: Read at 8:09 AM

FULL VERSION AND CONTINUATION HERE

[theredheaddevil]

fuck it 70 questions

this has been in my drafts for 2 years so im impulsively doing it now  og post 

full thing under the cut cuz its long and super out of date

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? nah, kinda sketch, but bareable these days 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? v 03: Do you regret anything? i regret eating an entire bag of fudge earlier... i feel kinda sick rn 04: Are you insecure? sometimes. but mostly about uh typing which is wack considering im doing this  05: What is your relationship status? single, but i have a qpp. 06: How do you want to die? [redacted] 07: What did you last eat? fudge... so much friggin fudge 08: Played any sports? sorta but not in a while now  09: Do you bite your nails? nah, shits gross  10: When was your last physical fight? probs a controlled spar a year or two back but other than that i havent really been in fights to my knowledge  11: Do you like someone? platonically aye 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? ye sleep deprivation 101 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? yeah but mentioning them is petty an shit aint worth the emotional labour 14: Do you miss someone? yeah. 15: Have any pets? technically no but my mother has a rabbit an hes basically mine 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? lil tired, melancholy ?? bit with a bit of dread ?? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? nope 18: Are you scared of spiders? nah, but i wont pick them up after a certain size 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? ye 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? the information youre lookin for aint here, never have done an idk if i ever will 21: What are your plans for this weekend? uh idk tbh so heres my plans for tomorrow.  -dye my hair  - go out for coffee  - paint  - look at the uni notes, maybe stare into space  - phone the doctor  22: Do you want to have kids? How many? no and 0  23: Do you have piercings? How many? yes and 8 currently but i want more 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? art, english and at one point i was good at history tho tbh i was cheating with the dates  25: Do you miss anyone from your past? occasionally  26: What are you craving right now? mouthwash 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? at this point with how some folk have reacted when ive turned them down, probably  28: Have you ever been cheated on? nope 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? never dated  30: What’s irritating you right now? the length of my hair 31: Does somebody love you? as edgy as this sounds, i sure hope not? i dont vibe 32: What is your favourite color? hard to say, red, blue and yellow r what i say.   33: Do you have trust issues? we dont talk about that  34: Who/what was your last dream about? y last dream was actually an apocalypse one. so a lot of faces of folk i dont know with a lot of dread but a peak time ngl  35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? my brother i think?  36: Do you give out second chances too easily? sometimes, but usually when i say something is final its final  37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? forget 38: Is this year the best year of your life? nope but i dont wanna say one point is objectively better  39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? data not found cuz shit hasnt happened  40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? nope 51: Favourite food? nah,  52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? depends on the circumstance  53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? read fanfiction cuz bih i read a surprising amount  54: Is cheating ever okay? an exam , yeah duh  on someone, noooooooooooooo jesus  55: Are you mean? sometimes but usually for good reason i feel 56: How many people have you fist fought? if sparing counts ... a lot  57: Do you believe in true love? not really ???? 58: Favourite weather? i love snow, rain, thunderstorms an when is fookin windy 59: Do you like the snow? yeas 60: Do you wanna get married? not really? it always feels like such a wacky thing financially an socially for something that you shouldn't need to “prove” but tbh i dont really understand a lot of things with relationships  61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? ... no 62: What makes you happy? i like to draw, an tbh i good fic  63: Would you change your name? yeah, ive done so and id do it again  64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? never have done so there is not last person  65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? this post is old af. the answer is nothing, theyre still my friend  66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? not really nah 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? i dont know tbh 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? idk deep conversations aint something i have these days.  69: Do you believe in soulmates? nope! but it is usually a fun story trope for comedy 70: Is there anyone you would die for? nah ?

okay christ this was outdated more so than i thought. idk why i wanted to do this 2 years ago but eh its done now  an tbh if you read this i have questions and all of them r  “why?????????”

[prompt-master]

We Don't Need a Dance

[sleeplesssecrets]

time goes slower for me when im sad i guess. if im in a good mood and rushing through having a good time, talking and laughing, i dont even think about the time. if i sit still for too long i become so aware of the time i begin to wonder how anyone could ever want to sit for more than a few minutes even to reflect. but if im just a little lost in my head, i can lay down in bed and stare at literally nothing and think about everything and feel several things at once and only a few minutes will go by. i wonder how long i could realistically sit there for. a lot of people say time goes faster as you get older but also say time flies when youre having fun. this is another reason i hate cliches. no one knows what the fuck they’re talking about. im a lil burnt out on some stuff atm. i hate that i hate having a routine. because its not the routine that i hate, its the stuff i fall into in my routine i hate. i wake up late and eat junk food and sit at my desk for hours and dont even make art. all the stuff i do with brynn doesnt count. shes amazing and creative and over flowing with beautiful little human things i enjoy sharing with her. anyways, then tanner comes home and we eat dinner and i feel guilt from eating then i lay in bed thinking about everything, hating my body, craving attention and wanting to make things i dont have the motivation to make. i daydream hard when i dont want to think about things and ive been thinking about girls a lot. i hopelessly look at girls on instagram that i used to hate in middle school, imagining how i would fit against her if i ever had the chance. i had a dream (a dream not a day dream lol) that a pretty but boyish girl swept me off my feet and moved me into her apartment. i didnt have a fiance or child in this dream which felt weird when i woke up and thought about it. ive been constructing a girl in my head that i would like to meet one day, her name is princess winsome and she has a bright smile and takes care of me. she asks me if im ok and tells me exactly how things are. idk if ive said this before but some months are girl months and other months are guy months for me. im having a girl month, where i just want to appreciate and be around the joy of women. and guy months are a different emotion where i just want to share myself with the comfort of guys. not in sexual ways, girl months or guy months, just in a fulfilling sense. ive been dying to do photos, boudoir in nature, for my friend cos i miss just being next to her. hanging out with her in any manner is eventually tiring but i have a different type of patience when im taking photos. i imagine she’ll kind of stumble around posing and understanding lighting while i take pictures, and ill have to guide her and comfort her. ok im fucking losing it. i need to do her photos. its been so long since ive picked up my camera with a sense of purpose. its been too long since ive thought about lights and props and body parts and shapes and lines and colors. i also want to do my sister in laws photos. also boudoir in nature haha. its my favorite kind of shoot these days and it all started when a friend from high school had me do her photos once. i had so much fun having that privilege and her trust. that first shoot taught me so much. and not just technical stuff. i have an intimate set of knowledge about someone that is sexy in nature but friendly in practice. its such a unique little bond i have with her that ill take with me for the rest of my life. i sincerely hope that anyone who has nudes of them taken by other people share that with their photographers or person who took their photos. i hope people dont get into boudoir just for the nudity. it’s so much more. its about pose and posture and innocence and lack there of and the kind of things you think that statue the thinker is thinking about. it’s about desire and pleasure and warmth and trust. its not a show or a script or defined by the viewer. it’s a tale whispered by the subject, and im lucky enough to be within hearing range. when i get really sad, i want to take photos. i think about the kinds of photos i want or the people i want to shoot and i get sadder that im not motivated enough to do it. blah blah blah i feel like talking about something else. i mentioned my sister in law earlier and i want to talk about her lol. last year on this very blog i complained about her most terrible boyfriend at the time. and this year she has a new boyfriend that shes been dating for a few months and now they live together and its all super cute and happy. but i still am just a little skeptical and i hate being skeptical but i am about this. idk if ive said this here but ill say it again just in case, it would take a very special person to be a good enough person for skyler. she personally gets under my skin and i couldnt ever picture a perfect person for her. i dont feel like that person exists. so my complaint isnt necessarily the dude, its the fact i dont know if theres anyone out there that would actually be good for her. anyways, the guy is super nice and above average good looking. hes big and hes funny. he gets along with everyone and meets people where they’re at and doesn’t argue about dumb shit and sits quietly minding his business most of the time. i think the only thing i dont like about his personality is that when hes talking, he fills the room with his voice and has everyones attention and his presence just penetrates any personal moment you might be having otherwise. but im just so lost as to why he likes skyler. she is so impressed by him and loves the things he does and the way he is and whatever other gooey shit. but idk what hes getting in return. im just... putting their relationship on a different set of expectations and patiently waiting for the day they dont work out. everyone will be so confused and wonder what it was but ill know that it wasnt gonna happen. idk why tho. when i feel like i have a feeling about something i usually dont talk about it becuase i would hate to be wrong, but i needed to say something about that because im excited to be right and would love to have proof that i called it haha. anyways i have to pee and i have so many things i wanna talk about but dont feel like it atm.