#my hair grows extremely fast so ill have my hair back in less than two months probably

[taiyami]

I did the unthinkable today. I shaved my head to grow out a shag next year, but now I just look like some military son named Cody coming home for the holidays. What have I done.

[starkwub]

(I was tired, had stuff on my mind—and thus this extremely sad and bittersweet AU popped into my brain .__. All spelling errors are my own—and I hope you can enjoy it even though it’s angsty ha.

Warnings consist of terminal Illness and death)

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I can just imagine Tony finding out that he has cancer, and it being terminal—but since the story takes place from Peter’s perspective, the reader only sees what he sees.

Peter sees him grow tired more often and chalks it up to needing less time in the lab.

He sees Tony’s appetite deplete and guesses it has to do with the stressors at work.

He’d notice Tony groan from aches and pains, and told himself it was from the years of being the worlds number one super hero.

He was surprised to get a call from Tony one day, stating that he was in the hospital after having a fainting spell.

He’d tell Peter everything was okay and that it was something that would go away. Something non-lethal.

The days wore on, and so did the weeks as Peter continued to show up everyday to greet Tony and talk to him about his school day. Anything, to make him smile.

He’d discover one night after running to the dining hall at the hospital, and coming back to the hushed tone of a doctor behind a near closed door, that what Tony had was serious and unchanging. Something that would leave the older man dead in less than a month—two if they were lucky.

He didn’t want Tony to go. Not when things where finally looking up—

“Tony please don’t go.” He’d mutter past choked sobs and fast running tears, holding the man’s frailer body in his stronger arms that same heartbreaking night.

Tony told him not to morn him till he was gone—told him to make the most of what they had because if he didn’t, he’d regret it.

Peter knew he was right. But how could he stand to get up in the morning when all he could think about was the inevitable day when the older man wouldn’t wake up too? Wouldn’t be breathing in the hospital a few blocks down—wouldn’t ever return to the lab—or his fancy, barren penthouse, or even the cozy Malibu getaway home that he always promised Peter he’d take him to.

It just wasn’t fair.

He wished he’d known how to be more assertive—because as the days wore on, encroaching closer and closer to the end of the Infamous Tony Stark’s life span, he couldn’t push himself to take the man away from the people that seemed to need him so much more.

The people that loved him—where closer to him.

Pepper, Rhodey—what did Peter ever have on those two?

Peter one night got a call though, late, but also early—he supposed anyway, from Tony himself. There were a few coughs on the other side of the line but they were urging Peter to come. To sit beside him at the hospital—to talk to him.

He made quick work of the trip—and when he took in the dim lighting of the expensive hospital room, Peter couldn’t help but realize just how much time had passed—and how much Time had taken away.

What Time had done to the man he founded his deepest rooted intimacy driven desires in.

Peter crawled into that lonesome hospital bed that night, feeling the soft, weak caress of Tonys paler hand running through his hair.

He never wanted it to end—but the tall tail signs were there.

The crack in Tonys lungs, the slowed beating of his heart—the stutter in his breath, and the bones that jutted out below his night-gown.

Maybe it was the spider-senses tingling in his brain—creating static in the wake of such a thing.

..

Peter knew that..he swallowed, thickly, and pressed himself impossibly closer to the only person on earth he’d do anything and everything for.

What he felt for Tony was dark and warm—a deep red maroon, like a lake. It was something he could sink into and never come out off—something that would soothingly suffocate him till all that remained was his physical form at the bottom of the warm, clotted water.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.” Peter uttered out with a crackled voice of his own, tears breaking past their gates to flood across his rosey cheeks and down to the warm, soft night-gown Tony was adorned in.

Tony breathed. And breathed. And breathed.

Peter supposed it was suppose to be an answer—or maybe some kind of morse code could have been taken from the silent blinks that Peter couldn’t see.

He fell asleep to a faint kiss pressing against his forehead and his body entangled in the others—legs wrapped and arms folded along one another’s thinner frames—their breaths intertwined like fate.

Peter awoke the next morning with a hand still resting in his hair and limbs still entrapped with one another—though his heart shattered and his chest grew tight at the sound of silence.

He supposed fate brought them together if only to make it so that when their time in the waking world came to an end, they could once more find each-other and experience Time’s enteral, peaceful slumber.

END.

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(I did, in fact, cry while writing this </3 I nearly wrote smth horny but then I went down this rabbit hole instead..maybe a horny ficlet’ll be next :P )

[aliendes]

Natural Borns - Chapter One

dystopian!au / futuristic!au

AUTHOR NOTE: here it is! Chapter one of Natural Borns. If you haven’t already, please read the prologue, or else this wont make the most sense. The prologue gives some backstory about the universe that you need to fully enjoy the story. Thank you for all the love on the prologue, it pushed me to want to put this out early. If you enjoy this series, please follow and reblog so it can reach more eyes. Feel free to send me an ask! I would love to answer any questions, because I’m sure I’m inevitably going to leave some things unanswered (this is my first time writing a series, after all). Enjoy! xx Des

Series info/genre: Angst, fluff, (possible) smut NSFW due to darker themes Pairings: ot7 x fem reader (eventual) Warnings: this series will have different trigger warnings listed for each chapter (if there are any), but as a whole, this series will include violence, mentions of depression & other mental illnesses, cursing, abuse, drugs/alcohol, some shitty medical descriptions because i am NOT a doctor, self-esteem issues, fluff, and possible smut in future chapters (but that’s undecided). i will add more warnings/tags in the future if there are any. Description: In the year 2613, over half of the world’s population are what scientists consider ‘designer babies’. YN is a small town girl who is a true natural born, someone born naturally without he help of a lab or gene splicing. Her DNA is greatly sought after, but what is she willing to do to protect it? Word count: 3.6k 

It was early. Too early for you to be awake. As you rolled over in your bed, taking your poofy duvet cover with you, you noticed that it was barely dawn. Your curtains were drawn, how you always left them - liking to wake up with the sun, and you couldn’t even see said sun on the horizon yet. You could make out a pink line that melted perfectly with the purple and blues of the night sky. After admiring the beauty of it for a moment, you rolled back over with a huff.

You’re already awake, might as well get out of bed.

You lived on a peach farm, or orchard, that your family owned and had chores and duties to fulfill around the house and land. The orchard was on about ten acres, small for a farm, but big enough to get the job done. Your father sells the peaches you harvest to local grocers and restaurants and sells the rest at your mother’s stall at the farmer’s market in town. Your mom grows flowers in her garden on the property and makes beautiful arrangements for locals. She just recently made the arrangements for the wedding of one of your old classmates. You helped out where you could with harvests, taking care of the animals your family cared for, and working the market on weekends. It wasn’t a luxurious life by any means, but you were happy. You definitely couldn’t complain, not when most natural borns had way less than you. You were fortunate, really, and content living this small town life.

You swung your legs over the edge of your bed and stretched your arms up high, letting out a big yawn. Your pajamas were all bunched up and uncomfortable on your legs as you scooted closer to the edge of your bed, expecting your toes to meet the cool wood of the floor. Instead, you were met with something warm and fuzzy and a loud meow that sounded through your room, making you jump.

“Ai- sorry Mochi,” you grumbled, watching the cat scurry across the floor. You smiled and shook your head at the cat, who was now giving you a death glare from next to your bedroom door. You slowly stood up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and opened the door to let the devil cat out. He quickly took advantage of the open door and ran down the stairs as fast as he could. You watched him for a moment before making your way to your bathroom down the hall. 

Closing and locking the door behind you, you started your morning routine of brushing your teeth and hair and washing your face. Once you turned the faucet off, you rubbed a clean white towel over your face, pulling it down slowly as you peeked over it at the mirror. You looked tired, small bags beginning to form under your eyes, skin darkening slightly from being out in the sun, maybe even a little sunburnt from working at the market yesterday. Still starting at your reflection, you hang your towel up on the rack with a sigh, turning to get dressed for the day.

Your normal work day attire consists of jeans and a t-shirt. It was June, just starting to get unbearably hot in Korea, so you opted for some looser linen pants and a light shirt. You didn’t have a whole lot to do today other than feed animals, clean the chicken coop, and help mom out with some arrangements. You wouldn’t be harvesting the peach trees until late July or early August at the rate they were growing currently, though you did still need to monitor them and make sure they remained healthy before harvest season. 

By the time you were ready for the day, the sun was just barely coming up and the smell of coffee beans entered your nose. Mom must be up, you thought to yourself. You smiled and made your way down the stairs, grabbing onto the bottom of the banister and swinging yourself around it, an old habit of yours from all the way back in elementary school. You were still a kid at heart, even at the age of 23. 

“Good morning Pearl!” your mother called from the kitchen. Pearl was the nickname your parents have called you since you could walk. Natural pearls are extremely rare, almost never occurring in nature. You were also a rare breed, a true natural born, hard to find like a pearl, hence the nickname.

“Morning mama,” you said, walking up to her and giving her a side hug, “watcha makin’?” You asked with a teasing lilt to your voice. Your mom was a tad shorter than you and you liked to take advantage of that, leaning your elbow on her shoulder as you watched her stir the pan in front of her.

“Steamed eggs and rice, now go get your father, would you? We have to start on these arrangements soon, Mrs. Lee needs 25 of them by tomorrow afternoon.”

You gave your mom a nod and made your way back up the stairs, hopping over Mochi who was now taking up residence on the second step. “You’re gonna get stepped on your curious cat,” you said under your breath. Mochi just watched on as you took two stairs at a time. 

Before you could reach the top of the stairs, you nearly stumbled straight into your father who had just come around the corner. “Who-whoa,” he laughed out as you grabbed onto the railing to stop yourself from smacking into him. 

“Mom needs you!” You yelped out, passing your dad on the stairs and running into your room to grab your phone from your nightstand. You could hear your dad chuckling as he walked down the stairs. As you picked up your phone, you noticed you had a new message in your group chat you had with your two best friends, well, your only friends, you supposed.

From Mina [11:13 pm]: pearl!!!

From Mina [11:13 pm]: pearl are u awake?

From Woo [11:15 pm]: why are you awake min?

From Mina [11:17 pm]: cant sleep, pearl, u up!?

From Woo [11:23 pm]: I’m gonna guess not

From Mina [11:25 pm]: ugh dfghjk 

You giggled at your screen for a moment before typing back a response.

You [6:37 am]: sorry guys, i went to bed early last night what’s up min?

You pocketed your phone, definitely not expecting a response at this ungodly hour, and headed back downstairs. On your short walk, you thought to your two friends, Mina and Wooyoung, who you befriended in middle school. Well, actually Mina befriended you and Wooyoung in seventh grade because you were both outcasts that didn’t talk to anyone. Ever the martyr, she brought your little group together and you’ve been thick as thieves ever since. You don’t see them as much as you’d like nowadays, as they both attended the small community college in your town. You never really liked school, never excelled at anything, and were always a homebody. College just didn’t sound fun to you, especially if people there were anything like at your highschool. Highschool hadn’t been kind to you. You were labeled ‘half-breed’ and ‘mutant’ by a group of girls who wanted nothing more than to see you suffer because of your looks. Boys would flirt with you, leave you love notes, and even try to harass you in the halls, but never because they actually took an interest in you. The one time you went to a party with Mina, you had been cornered in some guy's barn by one of the popular boys who was trying to get in your pants. This just made the popular girls even more angry with you and would jump through hoops to make your life hell while at school. All of those experiences taught you one thing: most people can’t be trusted. Some might say you have trust issues (Mina) while others will try to get you to come out of your shell a bit more (Woo and your mom), but in the end, you’re comfortable with your two best friends and your parents. You never asked for more because you simply didn’t need it.

Most, if not all, families these days only had one child, so you nor your friends ever knew what it was like to have siblings. Even your parents were only children, so no aunts, uncles, or cousins to call an extended family. This was normal, though, because a law was put in place in 2505 banning families from having more than one child to help with population control. If a family broke this law, they were fined excessive amounts of money. The law was easy to enforce with parents of lab born children, since their child had to be entered into a national database, meaning no company would work with them again to avoid hefty fines, or possibly being put out of business. It was a little harder to enforce with natural born families. The law was definitely one sided, aimed to force more and more natural borns into poverty. 

You were snapped out of your daydream as you entered your kitchen, taking in the sight of your dad sitting at the dining table reading something on his tablet and your mom making a grocery list. You smiled softly, rounding the table and taking your usual seat next to your mother. “Thanks for breakfast, mom,” you said kindly, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. 

“Of course, Pearl. Now eat up, we need to get going soon if-” your mother was cut off by the sudden shriek of the doorbell, which caused you to jump what had to be 5 feet in the air. Who was ringing your doorbell at - you took your phone out - 6:44 in the morning?

Your father had the same perplexed look that you must’ve worn, getting up out of his chair and heading towards the front room of the house. You shared a puzzled look with your mom who just shrugged her shoulders and went back to her list, blowing on a piece of hot egg in her spoon. 

As you started to fiddle with your own spoon, you tried to strain to hear the conversation happening in the other room. You could hear hushed murmurs that sounded rushed, almost angry. You squint your eyes in confusion. It sounded like your dad was mad. He never gets mad. Who could be at the front door? Slowly, you rise from your seat to go investigate, your mother paying you no mind.

As you round the corner of the kitchen, your father comes into view holding the front door at a 90 degree angle from the wall, effectively blocking your vision of the man on the other side. Your dad’s profile told you what you needed to know, though. He was visibly angry, apples of his cheeks reddening. He was still speaking in a hushed tone, though you could tell it was tense.

Slowly, you walked over to your father, peeking around the front door. If your dad noticed your presence, he didn’t mention it. Standing on your front porch was a man, shorter than your father, with dark hair and round glasses perched on his nose. He was obviously a natural born, as he didn’t have any of the perfect or striking features you were used to seeing on business men such as himself. He didn’t look intimidating in the least, but you could almost see the steam rolling out of your dad’s ears. As soon as the man caught sight of you, a bright grin took over his face.

“Ah, you must be YN,” he starts, taking a step forward and reaching out his hand, “it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

You were confused by his words, taking a step back to match his. You didn’t know this man and you definitely didn’t want to shake his hand. Did he say finally meet you? What is that supposed to mean?

“You need to leave,” your father started, causing the shorter man’s attention to fall back on him, “now.” Your dad left no room for discussion, effectively ending the conversation. 

The mysterious man nodded once, looking back at you. “We’ll be in touch,” were his final words before turning on his heel and walking back towards a sleek, black car at the end of your drive. Before you could take in any more details of the car, your father was closing the front door. He breathed out a heavy sigh and placed a hand on your bicep, gently leading you back to the kitchen.

Your mom looked up from her, now nearly finished, breakfast. “Who was it, sweetie?”

Your dad sat back in his chair, leaving you standing, confused, in the middle of your kitchen. “Yeah, dad. Who was that?” You asked, genuinely concerned about the stranger.

Your dad let out another sigh before turning to look up at you, “Just another company. You know how they are, Pearl. Persistent, but they’ll back off eventually once they realize we aren’t interested.”

You slowly nodded in understanding. These designer baby companies have been coming to ‘scout’ you since you were in elementary school. They would come to your home, or even your school, and try to talk to you about selling your DNA and how it would be beneficial to your family, maybe even bring them out of poverty, make them rich. When you were a child, the offer was enticing, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious even now. But you knew where you stood on the subject. You didn’t want to sell your DNA. You didn’t want anything to do with these big companies that were making natural borns poor while getting rich in the process. But you remembered something, “Dad, what did he mean by finally meeting me?”

Your dad has his back turned to you again, starting to eat his breakfast. You could see him visibly stiffen at your question before quickly relaxing again. Your mother seemed to notice this too, sending a worried glance at him, to which you couldn’t see his response. Without turning to look at you, he mumbled, “That was Hyunwoo, a former classmate of mine.”

So you were right in your assumption about Hyunwoo being a natural born. You know your dad hadn’t gone to college, and his family lived in this very house while he was growing up. That means Hyunwoo must be from the same town as you. Most people living here were living in poverty, so why did he look like a million bucks? No one from this town could afford a car like that either. Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, your father was speaking again, “He works for a pretty well known company in Seoul. He’s been interested in you since you were a little kid.” The thought alone was enough to make you feel nauseous. You didn’t even know this man, yet he’s known about you practically all your life. Apparently he’s been seeking you out for a while too, if your assumptions are correct.  

“Why was he here?” You voiced your thoughts aloud.

Your father set his spoon down on his dish before turning his entire body in his chair to face you. “It’s nothing Pearl,” he started, firm but gentle, “You know these companies never leave us alone. His is no different. They’ll get the message sooner or later.” There was a finality in his tone, making it known there was no room for discussion on the matter. With a nod of his head he stood up from his seat, gathering his dishes, and deposited them into the sink. “I’ll be out in the orchards if you need me.” 

You nodded before sitting down at the table and picking at your food. 

“Don’t worry, dear,” your mother said as she, too, stood up with her dishes, “this type of thing happens all the time.” 

Even though you trusted your parents, and they were right - it did happen fairly often, something about Hyunwoo seemed different. The way he looked at you and spoke the words ‘finally meet you’, made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Even your mom and dad seemed nervous when his name was spoken at the kitchen table. But you trusted your parents. Right?

In the early afternoon, you had just finished your chores of feeding the chickens and cats, and you were wandering around the orchard. Your dad had retired to the shed on the far north corner of the property. He liked to spend a lot of time in there, tinkering with old appliances. You and your mother had finished the arrangements for Mrs. Lee earlier and now she was at the market fulfilling the list she made earlier. 

You didn’t really have anything that needed to get done right away. You know you should probably go check on the flowers in your mom’s garden, make sure they don’t need to be watered again, but it’s been a while since you’ve walked through the orchard without the responsibility of the trees looming over you. Your father cleaned up the trees earlier, made sure drip lines were intact and checked over the farm, so you decided to indulge in your favorite pass time. 

You walked away from the chicken coop towards the edge of the orchard. It was truly one of your favorite places in the whole world - not that you’ve seen much of it, but still - and you could spend hours getting lost among the beautifully colored canopy of peach blossoms. 

When you reached the edge of the orchard, you leaned your hand against the cool oak colored bark of one of the trees, and toed off your shoes, leaving them in the dirt. The trees were just starting to blossom with pretty pink and white flowers among the green and almost yellowish leaves. Only about another month before harvest, you thought idly to yourself. 

As you walked through the trees, you relished in the feeling of the cool dirt beneath your feet, squishing between your toes with each step. The air outside was hot and humid, but the earth was cool under the shade of the trees. With each trunk you passed, you let your hand ghost over the rough bark, memorizing the feeling of it. You looked up at the leaves, slowly moving in the slight breeze today. Your family's farm was small, only about 10 acres, so the trees weren’t so dense you couldn’t see the sky above or would be completely hidden from view while walking through them. If your dad were to come out of his shed, you probably would’ve been able to see him from here, though it was a good distance away. 

As you got closer to the center of the trees you found a nice trunk to sit down against and pulled your phone from your pocket, checking your group chat with your friends. 

From Mina [2:05 pm]: pearl pearl pearl

From Mina [2:06 pm]: where are u

You rolled your eyes at your best friend's antics before typing out your reply.

From you [2:36 pm]: walking through the trees, what’s up?

Almost immediately you were looking at a response.

From Mina [2:37 pm]: there was some guy here on campus today

From Mina [2:38 pm]: a girl from my econ class said he was looking for you

From Mina [2:39 pm]: said he looked like he didn’t belong here, i’m assuming it’s some company but i wanted to let u know

Your heart dropped into your stomach at this new knowledge. It wasn’t incredibly strange for someone to be looking for you at the college. Most residents of the town attended the college at some point or another, what with it being free to attend because of a bill passed decades ago by natural born activists fighting for education for those living in poverty. But something about this felt wrong. 

Before you could respond to Mina to ease the worries you were sure she felt, you heard what sounded like a twig snapping somewhere behind you. Already on edge from the text messages, you quickly stood up, turning almost completely around in your spot. Your eyes focused on the spot where you thought you heard the noise come from, only to be met with nothing. Despite knowing you heard something, part of you wondered if it was all in your head, the events of the day messing with you. 

In the distance, you could see that your family’s truck was still missing from the drive, meaning your mom was still out shopping. Quickly, you glanced at your father’s shed - the doors were still shut tightly. Momentarily you wondered if he would be able to hear you if you screamed. Shaking the thought from your mind, you turned back around to face the tree. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught movement from behind a trunk a few yards in front of where you stood. 

“Who’s there?!” you half yelled, fear starting to creep up your spine. You definitely weren’t one to fight, much more comfortable running from your problems and confrontation. You wished Mina was here, she would be brave enough to move forward, to protect herself from danger. You slowly started walking backwards, not taking your eyes off the trunk where you believed someone to be hiding. You wanted to turn and run, but didn’t want to risk whoever it was behind that tree attacking you from the back. As you continued to take cautious steps, your back collided with something firm, yet not hard enough to be a tree trunk. This was softer, warmer. Human. 

To be continued....

AUTHOR NOTE: Sooooo, who do you think YN ran into?! Who do you think will make an appearance next chapter? ;)

copyright aliendes 2020

[ejm513]

FAIRY TAIL NEXT GEN CHILDREN-NALU EDITION

DISCLAIMER: 

1-I know there is now a cannon child for edo Nalu and edo Gruvia with names and everything. I also know that Gajeel and Levy have twins and Levy is currently pregnant in 100 Years Quest.  I love it and their names and everything about those precious babies-but I’ve had these ideas and characters and backstories growing and developing in my head for years so I’m being the stubborn Taurus that I am and sticking with it. 

-Also please forgive any misspellings and grammar mistakes as I am dyslexic and my school failed us at teaching spelling and grammar. I did my best. 

Hello my lovelies! I am back with the Fairy Tail post and starting with a bang! 

I’m working on my next gen story and am determined to make it work this time... so I’m making very detailed profiles for my OC’s that are going to show up and it was so much fun I thought I’d share them with you! 

Because of how unwieldly the document was getting I’m going to break it up by pairing staring with Nalu!!! 

God I love them...

RANDOM FACTS:

-After the less than stable childhoods the members of the guild had, when they started to have children, they decided to give them as normal a life as possible.

That means the following:

-Many of those who have kids choose to stop taking the longer and dangerous jobs-or at least don’t do nearly as many of them. This is so they can be there for their children and not reduce the risk of not coming home. That doesn’t mean there still aren’t adventures and that these dangerous missions don’t happen, but many of them are weary of the risk. Except for Natsu and Erza… they are always the exception.

-Naturally, the kids are members of the guild from the moment of their conception. However since they live much more stable lives and don’t need to work and take on jobs as children they don’t become official guilds until 13.

-Most of them start taking on summer jobs or small jobs during the school year with their parents starting then and as they get older-like with in a year or two-they start going on solo jobs.

-And yes I said school year because they make their children go to school like normal kids and get the education that most of them never got. (Please note if I mention anything in particular about school or schooling system it is going to be heavily based on the American school system as I went through that system and somehow came out the other side, so that’s what I’m familiar with)

-All of the children suffer from the same illness the Ultear did as child to varying degrees of severity because of how strong their parents. I say varying degrees of severity because some were able to handle it better than others, but none actually died (obviously

 THE DRAGNEELS: (NATSU X LUCY)

 Lila Dragneel:

Birthday: January 17th, 797

Magic type: Fifth Generation Fire Dragon Slayer; a dragon slayer who was taught and trained by first or second generation dragon slayers

Appearance:

-Height: 5’4 (about the same as Lucy)

-Hair color: Strawberry blonde-or more specifically Lucy’s blonde mixed with Natus’s pink

-Eyes: Exact carbon copy of Natsu’s-large and black.

-Has Natsu’s smile and more of athletic build but she is still uh… gifted

 -Otherwise is Lucy’s clone

IMPORTANT FACTS:

-She got the name the name Lila because it’s close to Layla, and for whatever reason I like to think Layla would have liked Lilacs so it’s from the flower too.

 -She fell victim to the same illness Ultear did. Because she’s been so strong from the beginning, she handled it relatively smoothly.

-She’s known for her physical strength

 Personality:

-Warm and bubbly

-A little whiny

-Loyal to a fault

-Stubborn

-Blunt like her father

-Very childlike and innocent like her father

-Very intelligent like her mother, but can be naïve and dense like Natsu

-She loves books and reading like her mother but is no writer.

-Unlike her father she is not the type to go out and seek fights… However… as Marie from the Aristicats said;

  -She was always a good student-particularly excelling in Literature and languages and anything physical (AKA she dominates PE and dodge ball is terrifying with her)

-Though not one to start a fight she does have a tempter and has gotten a number of detentions and at least one suspension for her reckless and destructive tendencies.

-Though if you ask her it’s never her fault because someone kept bugging her until she snapped and they deserved it.

Relationships:

-Extremely close with her mother

-Super close with her father and just seems to click with him more than Lucy. She’s a bit of daddy’s girl and will proudly admit it.

-Also close with her brother. They get along but he more than anyone else can push her buttons. They can fight and because they are Natus’s children it gets physical fast. But they’re still close and love each other.

-Her best friends include: Hazel Redfox and Eliza Fullbuster.

-And Happy. Always Happy

 -She tried to be friends with the older and therefore seemingly cooler Aurora Dryer but stopped said friendship after a nasty incident with Aurora and little Eliza.

-Her closest friend is Nick Fullbuster.

-They have somewhat of banter like Natsu and Gray in the sense they’re competitive with each other

An example of a banter:

“Spicy pink head!”

“Ice fairy princess!”

“Destructor!”

“Stripper!”

“Whiny pants!!”

“Pretty Boy!”

“Oh so you think I’m pretty huh?”

“SHUT UP!!”

It’s all-in good fun though.

-It’s also obvious that especially as they get older there is a HEAVY amount of romantic/sexual tension in this banter.

-Everyone but Lila is aware of this. It doesn’t become clear to her until it more less it’s her in the face.

Jude Ingeel Drangeel- Nickname Iggy

   Birthday: September 3rd, 802

Magic type: Celestial Magic.

Appearance:

-Height-5’7 (same height as Natsu)

-Hair: Spikey like his Natsu’s but blonde like Lucy’s

-Eyes: Natsu’s Eye Shape and Lucy’s color

-Same build as his father

-More or less a clone of his father with a few differences

-IMPORTANT FACTS

-His name is Jude Ingeel because both Natsu and Lucy agreed that Ingeel Drangeel was a little too much.

-He’s named after both grandfathers, because even though Jude Heartfillia was an ass hat to Lucy they left each other on a positive note and I like to think had she been able to she would have reconciled with him.

-He got the nick name Iggy because his sister thought Jude was stupid and boring and just started calling him Iggy and it stuck.

-Also known for his physical strength

-Also got the same illness Ultear had and like his sister got through it with relative ease

Personality: 

-Loud

-Boisterous

-Loyal to a fault

-Protective to a fault

-Scary energetic

-Extremely warm and kind

-Stubborn

-Blunt

-Loves reading and writes like his mother.

-More willing to start a fight than sister, not as bad as his father. He knows there’s a time and place… most of the time

-Most of the fights he starts are with his older sister and Eliza (the later being with words)

-Extremely intelligent and not as dense and naïve as his father or sister.

-He only did okay in school because he was bored most of the time and just didn’t really try... he was also a familiar face at detention.

-He excelled at anything physical (again dodge ball is terrifying with this kid), anything involving writing and oddly music. No one knows where on earth he got it from.

Relationships

-He considers everyone in Fairy Tail his friend

-Very close with his mother, has been called a mama’s boy on occasion but swears he’s not

( *cough cough* he is  *cough cough*)

-Considers his father one his best friends

-Close with his sister but he does enjoy pushing her button a little too much which causes a lot of arguments that more than not escalate into physical fights.

-He also likes just tossing her over his shoulder to piss her off and because he can.

-He’s friends with Nick Fullbuster and Simon Scarlet by association but… they’re more like the annoying older brother’s he never asked for.

-His best friend in the whole world (besides his father and Happy) is Eliza… though their relationships can take on more of the trappings of the rivalry of their parents. It doesn’t turn physical because he knows better and doesn’t want to turn into a human popsicle, but it’s a little more heated than Nick and Lila.

-Everything jokes they’re going to end up together like they’re older siblings and to that Iggy said;

“Listen I love Eliza, she’s like my sister. Heck I like her more than my sister sometimes! But I would never, ever, ever never ever ever ever ever… EVER date her.”

-He then proceeded to get blasted into oblivion by a jet of water

-He does however have a bit of a crush on Rose Scarlet.  

And there you have it! Hope you like it! Next up is my personal favorite and OTP-Gruvia!!

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BERLERMO ALTERNATIVE UNIVERVE : ART GALLERY IN PARIS

Hello,

I’m sharing with you my first Berlermo AU in wich Andrés is the owner of a art gallery in Paris. He met Martín who came to buy some paintings for his new place.

Sorry for the mistakes, I was tired when I wrote it and english is not my native language !

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Since his primary childhood, Andrés has always been in love with art. It is the only way he has found to express his feelings. Art helps him to feels love, joy, sadness. Painting and sculptures are the only things to which he let his true self exposed. Even if Andrés is now in is forties, he never said “I love you” to someone. Not even to his parents, or to his little brother, Sergio, or to one of the five women he married. The fact is that Andrés is also extremely ill at ease with shows of affection.

After running the world for fifteen years as a consultant in Renaissance art, Andrés decide to settle five year ago in Paris and open his own art gallery. He found a little gem in the heart of the Marais, a fancy neighborhood of the French capital. Andrés decided to name it “La Galerie Berlin” in reference to Berlin, a city full of artists and in which is sell his first drawing.

In a lovely spring afternoon, a green-eyed man opened the door and cried out in a broken French “ Bonjour !”. A big smile was now invading Andrés’ face. The man was slightly younger than him and seemed very dynamic. He also immediately recognized his Argentinian accent.

“ Buenas Tardes amigo !” Andrés said.

« I’m Martin Berrote. I am an Argentinian engineer sent to Paris for a one-year mission. I lost myself in the neighborhood and then I saw your store front. Could you help me to select some painting, I really need to garnish my apartment! “

Martin was a very talkative person. During his speech, he looked Andrés straight in the eyes with his two-sapphire iris. His accent was also very melodious, and you can hear Italian intonations.

It needed some seconds for Andrés to come back to his senses. He coughed in his fist before answering to Martin.

“Nice to meet you Martin. I’m Andrés De Fonollosa. I’m a Spanish art expert, established for five years in Paris…” without stopping talking, Andrés moved with a rare elegance between the multiples sculptures, glass boxes and showed to Martin every painting.

Even if to them it seemed like only ten minutes have passed, the two men talked about lives for two hours straight. Martin’s childhood in Buenos Aires, the violence of his father, Andrés’ travels, and his unperishable memory of Argentine, his history of art studies. They found a lot of common in each other.

After this long discussion, Martin choose three paintings all of them were abstract art. Vivid colors. Anarchic paintbrushes. It was a pretty realistic representation of his mindset and his thoughts. As nature gifted him with a great intelligence, it was also born with a brain fill with ideas and unable to rest for more than thirty seconds.

“Are you free tonight?” Martin asked.

“Hmm. I just divorced from my fifth wife some weeks ago and I have only a cat at home. So, I guess that I have nothing planned. Why?

“Would you do me the favor to take a drink? Some friends told me that The Marais was full of bars and places to go out.”

At this moment, Andrés was not able yet to put words on what he was feeling but he was mesmerized by this Argentinian guy. It was a magnetic force, something that no one could see. It was unusual, unique, for Andrés to be this confused.

“Of course. Just give five minutes to close the gallery. Let me store your paintings there and I will help you later to grab them to your place.”

A soft wind was now diving into the streets of Paris. The two men were giggling in their way to a little bar. It was crowdy and filled with pride flags and rainbow crosswalks. Even if it was a fancy neighborhood, Andrés preferred the chic of Saint-Germain-Des-Près. They both sat inside a little pub and ordered tapas with a pricy bottle of wine that Andrés recommended to Martin. If he had had the choice Martin would have only ordered a regular beer but he could not disappoint his new friend. They continued to talk about themselves, the highs and downs of each other lives. Martin confess to Andrés how disastrous and toxic was his last relationship with a Sicilian guy. Andrés reviewed his five weddings, all of them sold by a divorce. He admitted to Martin that he really loved women but in the end that he never understood them. He covered them with flowers, luxurious hotels, and jewelries but it seemed that it was not enough for them.

At several moments, they both stopped talking and stare each other in the eyes. But at no time, it became weird. They both needed calm. In these silences, both of them could red the other thoughts. It’s been less than half a day since they met but is seemed like they have known each other for years. Martin understood Andrés. Andrés understood Martin. They were born in different continents, shared a different culture but they shared the same point of view on most of subjects. For the first time in his life, Andrés opened up to someone, naturally. It was like a flood barrier had been broke.

Shortly after midnight Martin asked Andrés if he was not too tired to go back to his gallery and pick up home the paintings. Martin’s flat was 2 miles away from there. As the engineer he was, Martin had a secret plan in mind.

During the way back to the gallery and his place, Martin became quite touchy with Andrés. He touched his arm and then he started to put a hand on his back. Andrés didn’t objected and didn’t moved either. He thought that the feeling was pleasant and showed a knowing smile.

After climbing the four floors which separate the street from Martin’s place, the little Argentinian offered to Andrés a tour. Immediately, Andrés argued with Martin about which walls the paintings should be hang on. At the end, they decided that two of them would be perfect in the hall. The largest one will take its place upon Martin’s bed.

Martin was leaning to the framing of the bedroom’s door staring at Andrés four feet away. Now, they both had sleepy eyes. Today had been intense but none of them have the intention to end it now.

Even though Martin was not a shy person, his arms were full of goosebumps. On top of that, the little butterfly he started to feel sooner did not stopped to grow in his stomach. In fact, thousands of butterflies were now flying in his body. Before, Martin never believe in love at first sight. He was a bit misogynistic and, in his mind, it was for girls and for fairy tales. What he did not know yet is that the supposedly straight men, five times married to women, was also devoured with strange butterflies. And he that he was submerged by the same sensation even if he tries his best to burry it. In any way, Andrés thought that he was uncapable to have feeling for someone. To genuinely love someone.

Martin inhaled a big bowl of air and made a step. He looked Andrés straight in the eyes, smiling.

“Andrés. I wanted to thank you for this wonderful evening. Since I left my country, I felt very alone. But then, I met you and your crazy passion for art and beauty. I never get along so fast and so well with someone.”

“ I have to admit that it’s a first time for me too. Sorry if I bothered you with all my problems and everything. I never felt that connected with a total stranger. But I find in you someone who listens to me and who understand my point of view on life. “. Andrés said with glazed eyes. This, was a first time for him too. He never cried in front of someone. Maybe he even never cried since is childhood.

“ Cariño, you didn’t bothered me.”

Martin made a new step towards Andrés. Then, another one. The distance was now quite close between them. Martin gently wipe Andrés eyes with a comforting “shhh”. His hands were now wandering on Andrés’s cheeks and he brushed the back of his hair. For sure, since the moment he saw Andrés when he first entered in the gallery, Martin thought that Andrés was a very charming and seducing men. Now, he was staring at him and the distance between them was only of twenty centimeters. This close, with the moonlight transpiercing the curtains, Andrés was even more sexy and Martin craving to taste how soft was his lips.

In order to finally break the distance, Martin slowly approach his nose to Andrés’. Andrés raise a eyebrow at first, surprised by Martin boldness but then, they begun to rub each other nose. It was pure, it was soft, it was new. Time was frozen around them. Andrés closed his eyes; he was one hundred percent confident in Martin. He puts his hands on Martin’s hips and pull him closer to break the distance once and for all.

Shortly after, Martin gently kiss Andrés lips. As he imagined they were beautifully soft. Andrés responded to the kiss and their lips began to move synchronically and it became less and less innocent. No words were needed and like they both already learnt today, they didn’t had to speak to understand each other.

“There is no accidental meeting between soulmates”

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Transformation (1/2)

Story contains-  Nonbinary Character, female Character, fluff, whump, hurt but no comfort (not until the next chapter anyway)

Part 2

Also Contains- Hunger, painful transformation, urges to over eat without actually doing so.

This is really more of an introduction to Grace (she/her) and Cardinal (they/them). 

Grace ran her fingers through the curly hair of her partner, carefully pulling out the endless knots that formed at the mildest provocation.

“Really darling, it’s like you don’t own a hair brush.”

She pulled it back into a ponytail, a task that would have been difficult if not for the undercut reducing the sheer amount of hair attempting to defy the task.

“Or a mirror for the matter” Grace continued to complain in a light tone.

Her partner, Cardinal, snorted softly stretching before leaning back into Grace.

“I promise you, I do happen to have both of those things.”

 Grace wrapped her arms around them, giving a doubtful Mhm sound.

“Really, I do!” Cardinal protested. “It’s not my fault my hair’s like this! It’s been like this as long as I can remember.”

Grace squirmed out from underneath Cardinal, they were outside at the park and even in the shade her partner’s leather jacket was uncomfortably warm to be underneath. 

“Problem?” There was concern behind those dark sunglasses. A timidness as to whether they had gone too far .

“Yes, actually. I know you get cold easily, but it’s almost 90 out. You should be dead in that thing.” Grace made a gesture to the offending article.

They laughed softly, a sound that often stood in contrast to their otherwise loud voice and seeming inability to go anywhere without making an absolute racket. 

“Well, I get sunburnt easily.” Cardinal shrugged, “Speaking of which, I ought to go home soon. Got a busy night planned and I’m already a lovely shade of pink.”

It was Grace’s turn to giggle, “Busy night eh? Sometimes I swear. You’re either a drug dealer or a prostitute.”

“Or a serial killer.”

“Oh yes, I can see the headlines now. ‘Pale individual, roughly 5 foot 1 seen departing scene. Witnesses say the suspect wore a hawaiian shirt that will haunt them till their dying days.”

Cardinal laughed again, reaching for the bag of pretzels and peering inside.

“Something got you stressed?” They asked as they examined the bag.

Grace paused before answering, 

“Not particularly, no? Why do you ask?”

“Because, an entire footlong usually lasts you for two meals and a bag of pretzels can last you all day. You ate both in a couple of hours. Only time I can remember you eating a whole bunch at once is when you get all stressed out.”

Grace felt herself flushing. Yes, her stomach did feel oddly tight when she thought about it but other than that she just hadn’t even realized how much she had eaten. In fact, as she thought about it she realized she still felt hungry. Her face shifted into a mixture of concern and alarm.

Before she could say anything Cardinal caught a look at her expression and immediately fumbled for words.

“I- uh I’m sorry? It’s not a bad thing, I just- uh- thought I’d see if everything is ok. You kind of- um- stress eat now and then so I just wanted to- erm…”

Grace grabber Cardinal’s face in her hands and kissed them on the lips, cutting them off.

“It’s ok, I just.. Hadn’t even noticed to be honest? I think I’ll go home too… Nothing’s wrong, really. I’m just kind of tired”

At some point Cardinal’s sunglasses had become dislodged, but they seemed less concerned about the eye protection and more concerned about Grace even as their eyes watered in the light.

They walked to Grace’s home together, sharing another kiss at the entryway before Cardinal continued down the street to where their own home waited for them.

As Grace shut the door, her stomach growled. She had passed ‘could go for a snack’ and into ‘so hungry it actually made her queasy’ territory. Instead of immediately heading for the pantry however, she first filled a cup with water from the tap and sipped at it. It didn’t help much, but took the edge off the queasiness. 

Cardinal’s comment about her eating habits was not unwarranted. She really didn’t eat too terribly much, with the exceptions being holidays and when she couldn’t find other coping methods for the stress. Even then, she tended to mindlessly snack over the course of a day rather than push her limits in one sitting.

She drained another glass and hesitated before grabbing a banana from the basket by the counter along with a small bag of chips. Grace curled up in her chair at her computer, dedicated to finding something to distract from the hollow feeling curling around her insides.

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Grace jerked awake, a game over screen plastered across her monitor. It had to be close to evening, and as she checked her messages she cringed slightly. It was easy to see that Cardinal had tried repeatedly to check if she was ok before it trailed off. This time when the phone started to ring she grabbed it hurriedly, answering too fast despite the fact that she still felt half asleep.

“Sorry, had a bit of a nap.”

“A bit?” Cardinal’s voice sounded incredulous, “Babe, it’s been hours. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Um… Actually…” Grace grasped for the half empty glass of water she had left on her desk, “I think I’m coming down with something.”

“How so?”

Grace smiled. It was so like them to start playing doctor. Every cut, scrape, and illness they always had some form of advice or comfort when they didn’t know how to help. They weren't bad at it either, always finding some way to help.

“Tired, kind of weird feeling, I think I’m running a fever now.”

“I’ll be over at some point tonight, I’ll try and bring by some of that soup you like and stay on the couch.”

“No, I don’t want you catching… Whatever it is I’ve got.”

“I’m pretty sure if you’re contagious you gave it to me this morning. Repeatedly.”

“Fair point.” Grace knew better than to argue a point like that, it just wasn’t worth it.

There was a moment of silence, then,

“I’m probably going to go on to bed. Love you.”

“Love you too, try not to get worse. Get plenty of water, and try and eat dinner if you’re up to it. I probably won’t be by until after midnight.”

At the thought of food Grace’s stomach whined and churned. Leaving her silently praying that Cardinal wasn’t able to hear it from their end.

“Yeah I- I will.”

She hung up, drained the glass and stood up from her chair. In moments the room spun and she felt herself thud against the carpet. It felt like she was burning from the inside, her chest felt constricted. Every joint had gone soft as jello, or at least it felt like it.

Slowly she staggered upright and made a slow, stumbling journey up the short stairs and into her room. Collapsing into the unmade bed she curled in tightly on herself. Stomach churning threateningly as another wave of vertigo washed over her.

Every movement began to bring new popping noises out of every joint. Despite her shivering, she was soon peeling off sweaty clothes as the burning sensation spread from her stomach to her extremities. It felt like she was radiating so much heat that her skin was slowly burning as well. Growing tighter and more painful over her frame.

As she lay, curled up and shivering on top of the blankets, an uncomfortable sensation of something shifting inside her brought forth a pained whimper. 

Another, more painful, churning sensation caused her to tense, as her muscles strained against an invisible force. She arched her back, and upon the sudden movement brought a wave of sensation reminiscent to shards of glass piercing her from the inside. She heard a strangled scream as though from a distance and for all intents and purposes Grace fell unconscious as the moon crept into the sky.

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[nctbythemoon]

     hello,  hello,  fellow  aliens  !  you  can  call  me  nochu  n  i  reside  on  the  gmt+1  timezone  (  i  was  hella  confused  for  a  moment  about  openin,  i’m  not  very  smart  )  .  either  way,  my  discord  is  𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝#6348  so  if  you  rather  there  ...  ya  know,  i’m  all  in  !  either  way,  hang  with  me  while  i  try  to  uncover  this  paradox

     ˙✫*ﾟJEON JUNGKOOK,  MALE  ,  HE/HIM  :･ did  you  hear atlas moon is  joining  the  cast  of  exposed  after  word of an orgy house party  was  revealed  ?  the  twenty-four  year  old  musician  with 10m is  trying  to  clear  their  name  .  they've  become  known  as  the  resident  bohemian  in  the  mansion  ,  and  it's  clear  that's  spot  on  because  they're  quite -  obsessive & -  possessive ,  but  also +  charismatic &  +  creative .  you  know  they're  heading  to  the  confession  booth  if  you  hear  if you can’t hang  by  sleeping with sirens  blasting  ,  most  likely  talking  about  how  they're  more  than half  tattooed  sleeves  enlaced  with  intoxicated  drinks  and  loud  music,  quiet  studios  filled  with  troubling  thoughts,  empty  hospitals  at  5am,  half  -  drunk  whiskey  bottles  and  unfinished  manuscripts  with  coffee  stains .

          triggers  might  include  :  heavy  drugs,  schizophrenia,  anxiety,  neglect,  toxic  relationship,  attempted  suicide,  death

full  name  :  moon  joonhyun

nicknames  /  stage  name  :  atlas  moon,  moon,  moonie

age  :  twenty  -  four

date  of  birth  :  april  25th  1996

zodiac  sign  :  taurus  sun,  capricorn  moon,  gemini  rising

place  of  birth  :  busan,  south  korea

occupation  :  songwriter  /  singer  /  performer

claims  :  patrick  stump  (  fall  out  boy  ),  jungkook’s  covers  (  because  ...  they’re  gorge  )

tattoos  :  jungkook’s  tattoos  (  reference,  reference,  reference  )

piercings  :  tongue  piercing

romantic  orientation  :  panromantic

sexual  orientation  :  demiromantic

mental  illness  :  schizophrenia,  anxiety

     brief  family  history  (  triggers  :  schizophrenia,  anxiety,  neglect,  attempt  suicide,  death  )

unlike  many  think,  atlas  was  born  in  south  korea  ;  youngest  to  of  three  ,  one  could  discuss  the  moon’s  were  never  truly  happy  .  since  early  age  atlas  was  forced  to  understand  his  mother  was  extremely  ill  and  that  most  were  times  where  she  would  express  her  anger  towards  him  than  love  .  but  whatever  love  wasn’t  given,  it  was  replaced  by  the  many  nannies  and  many  material  items  they  were  drowned  with

their  father  was  always  too  busy  working,  merging  with  international  companies  and  searching  for  the  best  medical  treatments  for  his  mother  ,  so  they  barely  saw  him  either  ,  finding  comfort  with  each  other  and  the  maids  ,  trying  to  grow  apart  from  that  world  that  was  his  mother’s.  yet  it  was  quite  impossible  ,  as  the  several  treatments  pulled  them  apart  from  korea  and  all  over  the  world  .  but  alas,  his  mother’s  health  was  more  important

schizophrenia  trigger  //  but  something  felt  odd  to  atlas  and  it  started  very  early  as  well  .  however  busy  his  mind  seemed  to  be  with  other  things  ,  voices  ,  energies  ,  always  seemed  to  pull  him  to  his  mother’s  room  .  not  in  search  of  love  ,  of  comfort  ,  but  in  pure  hatred  .  he  couldn’t  help  it  ,  these  voices  and  delusions  mostly  told  him  to  end  the  family’s  issue  ;  and  one  day  ,  he  tried  ,  finally  caving  to  them  .  but  at  the  same  time  ,  he  wasn’t  ready  to  see  what  he  saw

attempt  suicide  trigger  //  blood  ,  all  red  ,  against  the  purest  of  skins  .  atlas  was  only  seven  years  old  when  he  found  his  mother  trying  to  commit  suicide  .  for  the  next  ten  minutes  ,  he  stood  there  ,  unable  to  think  through  .  and  then  ,  a  shout  ,  but  not  belonging  to  him  .  his  older  brother  was  quick  ,  oh  so  quick  ,  to  cover  his  eyes  and  pull  him  out  of  the  room  ,  but  the  damage  was  done  :  atlas  had  been  in  there  for  to  long  .  his  father,  a  strict  but  caring  man  ,  was  quick  to  hire  a  therapist  for  his  youngest  ,  but  oh  ,  how  many  more  trouble  would  that  arise  

schizophrenia  trigger  //   the  voices  .  when  someone  asks  you  what  made  you  go  to  that  room  ,  when  being  told  since  birth  not  to  ,  the  last  thing  you  should  answer  is  the  voices  .  but  a  young  child  like  atlas  did  intend  to  lie  ,  did  not  know  it  wasn’t  normal  .  nor  the  therapist  ever  told  him  directly  ,  scribbling  away  on  her  notepad  ,  but  later  ,  much  later  ,  after  several  testing  ,  the  terrible  words  were  spoken  .  joohyun  is  schizophrenic  .  yes  ,  like  his  mother  .  it  was  more  than  his  father  could  take  .  one  ?  he  could  handle  .  but  two  ?  no  boy  of  his  would  have  it  .  atlas  was  then  sent  to  psychiatric  hospital  ,  away  from  everyone

atlas  spent  seven  years  on  that  hospital  (  from  7  to  14  )  ,  alone  and  isolated  from  the  world  .  the  only  people  he  came  in  contact  with  were  the  maids  and  his  elder  brothers  when  they  could  escape  ,  but  his  father  never  visited  .  that  grew  resent  and  strain  in  their  relationship  ,  but  atlas  found  peace  in  the  two  things  the  hospital  supported  :  drawing  and  music  .  self  -  taught  himself  to  play  the  piano  and  guitar  and  took  weekly  violin  classes,  to  better  express  his  hatred  and  less  than  ideal  emotions  .  in  a  way  ,  he  was  the  best  -  behaved  patient  they  had  and  with  some  convincing  and  medication  ,  the  hospital  convinced  his  father  to  give  him  home  again  ,  to  let  him  live  a  normal  life  .  he  finally  accepted

death  trigger  //  there  was  a  catch  ,  however  .  the  only  reason  why  he  was  allowed  home  was  because  his  mother  had  passed  .  despite  hating  everything  about  his  father  ,  he  attended  the  funeral  out  of  respect  for  his  brothers,  promising  himself  he  would  never  let  his  life  out  of  control  like  his  mother  had  .  he  was  enrolled  in  the  same  private  school  as  his  brothers  and  the  three  agreed  to  conceal  the  fact  he  had  spent  the  last  7  years  in  an  “  asylum  “  and  he  adapted  pretty  decently

his  social  skills  weren’t  as  damaged  as  he  thought  and  he  got  himself  involved  with  sports  and  art  ,  forming  the  band  would  become  fallen  ,  making  sure  he  kept  up  with  his  studies  ,  but  again  ,  tragedy  struck  again

death  trigger  //  his  older  brother  ,  liam  ,  was  killed  in  a  car  accident  ,  taking  all  the  breath  and  floor  from  atlas  .  their  elder  sibling  had  always  taken  care  of  them  ,  making  sure  the  communication  between  him  and  his  father  were  clean  ,  among  many  other  things  ,  and  it  was  gone  .  atlas  took  it  very  personally  ,  going  without  his  medication  and  resorting  to  other  ways  to  numb  that  pain  ,  almost  failing  to  graduate  .  his  life  turned  around  in  2  seconds  and  his  father  finally  was  ready  to  send  him  back  to  the  hospital  ,  but  this  time  ,  atlas  was  ready

leaving  home  was  one  of  the  best  decisions  he  took  ,  crashing  at  one  of  his  bandmate’s  homes  .  this  situation  only  lasted  a  couple  of  months  ,  as  a  scout  found  them  in  one  of  their  underground  performances  and  was  quick  to  sign  them  .  atlas  quickly  kept  spiraling  down

     thus  the  orgy  story  ...

it  wasn’t  meant  to  blow  up  .  whenever  his  brother’s  death  comes  around  ,  he  does  anything  to  just  stop  the  pain  .  he  knows  very  well  he  can’t  use  drugs  to  the  point  of  overdosing  but  he  also  can’t  deal  with  himself  .  not  when  his  own  illness  feeds  into  his  pain  ,  increasing  ,  especially  if  he  drops  his  meds  .  which  he  does  ,  too  often  .  he  was  a  little  too  high  when  a  phone  was  turned  on  ,  he  didn’t  realized  that  flash  was  of  someone  filming  ,  taking  pictures  ,  and  his  pleased  smile  just  becomes  so  much  prominent  among  warm  bodies  and  loud  sounds  .  was  his  label  even  surprised  ?  not  anymore  ,  but  they  needed  to  improve  his  image  .  fast  .

     small  details  about  his  personality  ?

he  doesn’t  take  his  meds  .  nope  .  but  if  you  tell  him  to  take  his  meds  ?  he’s  gonna  sulk  all  day

not  that  many  people  know  he  suffers  from  it

doesn’t  like  shoes  for  life  of  it  .  if  he  can  go  barefoot  ?  he  will  ,  without  a  second  thought

much  life  of  the  party  ,  much  nice  and  much  liking  to  have  fun  ,  however  his  mood  falls  really  quick  out  of  nowhere  ;  check  him  locking  himself  in  his  room  if  this  happens  ?  he  doesn’t  allow  anyone  to  see  him  like  that

will  kill  for  his  friends

his  fans  are  his  family  ;  cares  so  deeply  for  them  ,  loves  interacting  with  them  ,  just  overall  thriving

black  clothes  ,  black  hair  ,  black  everything

tattoos  are  his  healing  process

     well  ,  this  sucked  so  much  ,  please  bare  with  me  ,  i  promise  i  plot  good  (  do  u  rlly  ,  nochu  )  .  SO  .  yea  .  do  it  .

[dongiovannaswife]

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Destiny; Vampire! Giorno Giovanna

Part 2.

It started with a pain on the chest, small but persistent; he didn't knew what hurted exactly, but he recalled the pain starting on his lungs and then, after a sharp breath, his heart. 

And suddenly he couldn't feel his hands or legs; it felt like a fever, with his hands and legs feeling like balloons. A couple days after the pain disappeared, his hands and legs feeling normal again. His heartbeat normal. His lungs working perfectly. 

Perhaps it was the changes his body started experimenting; after turning 17 he grow taller, 1.90 wasn't a simple thing and he developed a muscular complexion; maybe his body was still adapting to the change, maybe his hormones were crazy by some random swap on his endocrine system. Giorno didn't make a big deal about it and continued his routine. 

During a certain day on summer, when he had to go out to supervise the inauguration of a restaurant at Passione's charge, the sunburns he got weren't normal. They were small but hurted more than he thought. Mista suggested some sunblock and, surprisingly, it worked. The bad thing? It stopped working a month later. 

His skin started turning pale. He stopped eating because everything tasted bad; not even his favorites foods could help and the only thing his stomach seemed to accept was the black coffee from the mornings and meetings. Nothing less, nothing more.

After a night of having a really bad fever Giorno started considering an illness, a serious one. 

But then, when the doctors couldn't find anything wrong, he started thinking about the possibility of something more, an illness slowly taking over. A quiet one; the one that, until you sleep forever, stops; when life is drained out of you.

But his first preoccupation was her, his (Y/n). 

She knocked at his bedroom door, entering when he talked. Giorno was on his bed, a pair of trousers hanging slow on his hips, letting her see the v shape on his hips, the toned abs and the marvelous chest, big arms underneath his head and blond locks on a man bun; he seemed lost on the ceiling even if he already had talked to her through the door. 

(Y/n) sat beside him, placing her hand on his cheek; his skin was cold and she jumped at the temperature, Giorno reacted by looking at (Y/n) with preoccupation written all over his factions, "I don't know what's happening," he whispered, voice low and sounding like a pained growl. "But i'm sick and I don't know what's wrong." She nodded, silently encouraging him to keep talking. "And I don't know if it's an infection caused by a virus, a bacteria or even a tumor; but I don't want you to be affected. It can be anything and nothing but whatever it is, I don't want you to feel like this." And he looked at her with his once full of life eyes now clouded with pain.

"What's wrong, Gio? What do you feel?" 

He sat, groaning when his heart made that jump again and his breath felt like stopping. 

"Something in my chest hurts. I tried using my stand but I couldn't find anything..." He was getting impatient at this point; he was a man of action and, if he didn't get answers when he needed them, his patience could be affected and, finally, the calm and composed boss would explode. Just like now. "I even called Adam and he couldn't find anything."

"A doctor couldn't find the problem?" She asked, impressed. 

He nodded and (Y/n) pressed a hand on his forehead, he didn't had fever but seemed to be hallucinating, his eyes suddenly lost on something behind her. 

He coughed and she rubbed his back, his hand gripped her arm, "i-i need water." (Y/n) nodded and when she looked at his eyes, she almost could see a faint crimson color on them; so she ran out for a bottle of water. 

When she came back he was sweating; cold sweat and pupils blown; his breathing uneven and soft whimpers leaving his mouth, the water bottle was took form her hand with no care; the liquid descended down his throat rapidly and, after what seemed like a dehydration moment, he seemed like nothing happened.

But his eyes held a fear she knew well; it was the same fear after taking over Passione thirteen years ago, the fear and sadness after his friend's death's. 

And (Y/n) knew he was about to ask something for the way he licked his lips, a nervous trait she learned to read on him, "(Y/n), please don't come around. Not when I'm like this. I-i don't want you to go through this."

She felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes; «what if i left and then i never saw him again? What if it was only a matter of the session change? »

"Gior—"

"Please." He pleaded, sitting at the edge of the bed and, with her now between his legs, placed his hands on her hips, looking up at (Y/n)'s eyes, "I'll make Mista tell you everything but please, don't get too close."

She swallowed, getting a piece of hair behind his ear. "How long?"

He seemed out of his mind for a moment but she wasn't sure what was going on, "two months." He answered finally and she looked at him surprised. "I'll find the problem in two months."

She nodded again and after giving him a hug, tried kissing him but he turned his head, gesturing for the transmission of the illness. 

(Y/n)'s tears fell as she left the room.

Mista looked at Polnareff with doubt on his face; Giorno was drinking the third vodka bottle, claiming to be thirsty. 

"Giogio, don't you think water would be better?" Asked the consigliere, getting closer to the blond. 

Giorno took the bottle away from his mouth, wiping the remains off with the back of his hand, "that doesn't help." The cold tone he used seemed out of him, like the behavior he had towards some men when negotiating. "Hand me the red wine bottle, Mista."

Mista closed the door of the cupboard, looking mad for the first time. "No, I'll get you to Jotaro." 

Giorno flashed a furious glance at the gunslinger and Polnareff could note how his eyes started to have the same coldness from that man back at Egypt all those years ago. Recalling the way Giorno was getting out of his mind, losing the calm and composed demeanor of his, getting more and more inpatient; and then, out of knowhere, Polnareff saw the vivid image of Dio Brando on Giorno Giovanna. 

"Mista, we gotta go." He stated calm and Mista looked at him suspiciously, taking him on his hands and getting out of the room as soon as Sex Pistols user could. 

When they reached Mista's office, Polnareff called Fugo, who stood in front of them with a glint of worry on his eyes after being told about the situation. "Fugo, I need you to send a message to Jotaro." Fugo nodded and took a paper and a pen, writing the words to send them later, "Giorno is having strange behaviors. We need to make sure he's not like Dio, and if it's not like that, we need to find out what's going on. Got it, Fugo?"

Fugo wrote the lasts words on his messy handwriting and nodded, getting out of there as fast as he could. 

Mista looked at Polnareff with a bit of fear and worry, asking "you think he's becoming like his father?"

"It's possible. You know the story, right? Maybe he spent part of his life being a healthy human and now, after having reached all his human growing Dio's vampire genes are acting. I wouldn't be surprised if he turns out to be a half vampire, recalling his mother being a human. Or maybe, a full vampire."

Mista stared at the wall, trying to swallow the theory, "that's... That's crazy." 

Mista nodded, looking at the door, lost on his thoughts, "yeah."

Mista answered the phone and the first thing the voice at the other side said left him recognize the person, "how's Giorno?"

"But could be possible." Answered Polnareff, staring at the wall; praying at whatever or whoever who ruled the world for Giorno not to be like Dio or else, recalling how strong Gold Experience Requiem could be, the world was lost.

It was her. (Y/n). 

"He's okay." He answered, calm. Giorno didn’t sent Mista to her in any moment, claiming to refuse to lie to her; she’ll understand, said de 28 years old boss.

"… You don't know how to lie, Guido. How's him?"

The line went death after a sob could be heard.

Mista sighed and decided to tell the truth. "He's worse than the last time you saw him."

His eyes open suddenly at the new sound. His breath got caught on his throat, said part closing, a childish fear taking over. 

Boom boom, boom boom. Boom boom.

The scent, however, it's something between coconut and honey, maybe almonds; and it's intoxicating. 

Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom. 

In the dark of the room Giorno feels his body react, lips parting and tongue licking the upper lip. Turquoise eyes stop staring at the wall to go through the bottle wine just to end up on the door, were the sound is getting closer. As the sound comes closer a scent reach his nose, it makes him react again and stand from the cold floor, his nude back being caressed by the cold wind entering through the open window. Giorno almost stumbles with his black seda shirt in the floor, the clothing ending up there due to the extremely heat he was feeling to the point where he believed he was going to burn alive. 

Boom boom, boom boom. Boom boom, boom boom.  

And suddenly a face, a laugh, a smile, a voice, two hands; her waist, her hips, her hair and that black lipstick she uses for parties comes to his mind and a picture, made out of a memory, starts to form. 

Again, the image appears and suddenly he finds the link between the three things: the scent, the image and the heartbeat. 

It's her. His (Y/n), his precious (Y/n).

His heart skips a bit at the thought of her coming; «i think I asked her to not come. » the scent, somehow, makes him start to think on another things; his body went still and his mind kept thinking; «i have her kisses tattooed on my skin. I want her. I need her. » irrational thoughts clouding his senses; the thirst, manifesting through a hard lump on his throat and tongue stuck to his mouth, not moving but just feeling dry. It's exhausting and uncomfortable. His chest hurts and his lungs seem at the verge of collapsing—

She opens the door slowly, the structure making a crack sound. 

The poor light of the moon allows her to see the empty bottles on the floor, Giorno's shirt stained with some of the alcohol; a sudden rush of air, scandalous and cold, makes her froze in place. Something moves at the corner of her eye and she turns, "Giogio?"

Giorno stays still, hiding in the shadows of his office; his ears taking on her heartbeat getting fast; there's a taste of fear. A fear he can almost taste on his own tongue; Giorno pictures the taste as a mix between iron and leather.

He came out of the shadows, a hand placed over his chest; fingers buried on the muscle, trying to ease the pain by applying pressure. A strange smile displayed over his lips: the kind that makes you get goosebumps out of pure fear. 

“I’ve been fighting it for so long.” He stated, the moon revealing his pained expression: his usual short locks that used to be back now covering his eyes but at the same time, a faint shade of red piercing her soul. “Trying not to become the same monster my dad was.”

But she recognized Gold Experience passing besides her to close the door; the sound doesn’t sound like the door closing but a death statement. 

She tried to back off, to put a bit more of distance between them even if they were two meters apart; the fear taking over.

“You know how long I’ve been fighting against this, (Y/n)?” 

He’s not the Giorno she knows. He’s not her Gior— 

She’s confused now, not getting the point. “What are you… talking about?” 

“You’re smart enough to know what I’m talking about, you, just like me in the beginning, don’t want to accept it; you know too well what I’m talking about. Perhaps,” he started getting closer, strutting to her slowly, the kind of walk a predator does seconds before jumping on the prey. “you just need to accept it with me. Would you be a good girl and help me, (Y/n)?” 

He chuckles, dark humor on it as his pale hand throws back the short blond locks restraining his vision; a sardonic smirk and big red eyes staring at her; there’s no sense of humanity but a monster. 

“Giorno, go away.” She stated trying to seem strong, brave. 

But failed under the accusatory sight of the Don. 

But then he looks back at her and suddenly she’s on the floor with his hand pinning her wrists at top of her head, his hips preventing her legs to move. 

He chuckled and, suddenly stopping when the pain is too much his hand goes back to his chest, applying pressure. 

“Blood, blood.” He cooed, desperate to find peace. “Just a drop and I’ll be okay— blood.” His free hand pulls down the collar of her shirt, revealing the space where he can smell the blood running down the jugular, his mouth opens as he lowers his head.

The view of the star on his shoulder blade is almost the last thing she sees, aside from the feeling of his new fangs piercing her skin slowly and painful. 

But the last thing she really hears before drifting off to unconsciousness is Jotaro’s stand cry: “ORA!”

—and the last thing she actually saw was the blood dripping down the corners of his mouth; her blood, crimson and greek tragedy like. And the way his eyes came back to the usual and human color. 

[the-quiet-winds]

Silence Screaming Over Your Words (part two)

if you all got so upset over part one, just wait to see what @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts and i have in store for you coming up...

warnings for this story: very blunt conversations of death, but also just death

[part one]

[Part 2: Distance Taking its Toll]

the night, obviously, is a very, very long one.

the physician comes and goes every hour, and jane seems to be getting worse with each visit. 

katherine finally cries herself to sleep, tears buried in her pillowcase as she fits through the night, her nurse barely able to soothe her to sleep each time. 

by six the next morning, jane is clinging onto her life by her fingertips, sweating and writhing, chest aching, and it pains everyone on her staff to see.

“i’ve seen this happen before,” a maid tells a member of the kitchen staff gravely. “when i was in the household of master cromwell. the lady of the house went first, then the two little girls, god rest their souls.”

the physician indeed checks in on katherine in the morning to see if she was displaying any symptoms after her restless night, but besides her obvious emotional anguish she seems perfectly healthy.

katherine, as soon as her evaluation is finished, plants herself on the floor outside of jane's room, in her nightgown, and refuses to move. 

tears flow down her face rapidly as she watches her mother writhe and cough, gripping her chest and sputtering for air, but the staff attempts to assure her that jane is strong enough to pull through.

then, at just shy of ten, jane falls completely still and her chest stops moving.

“mama?” katherine’s eyes are wide, and before anyone can stop her she rushes in. she makes it almost all the way to the bed before the physician steps in, examining jane.

“she’s still alive,” he says quietly. “but she’s getting weaker.”

“come on, katherine, lets give the physician some space,” her nurse tries to usher her out of the room, but katherine stands firm, staring at jane.

“i need to see her!”

the nurse and physician exchange a glance. 

“we shouldn’t let you get too close,” he says finally. 

with a quick examination of the room, the nurse pulls katherine back a few steps. 

“this is the best we should do, katherine,” she explains, “we don’t want you to catch this.”

jane’s face is shiny with sweat, her hair plastered to her cheeks and forehead as her chest barely rises and falls.

katherine watches with wide, tearful eyes, convinced she was witnessing her mother pass away without being able to say goodbye.

her mind goes to the stupid argument she had with jane before, where katherine had stormed off and told jane that she wasn’t her mum, and she feels shame and regret fill her entire mind. hot tears spill from her eyes and she hastily scrubs them away.

she sits in the middle of the floor, knees pulled to her chest, unable to look at jane. would the woman go, pass on with her last memory of katherine being a defiant brat? 

would katherine never be able to apologize for what she’d done?

as she thinks, face buried in her knees, jane’s wheezing breaths and tight, choked pleas reach her ears, and she suddenly has a memory, one of her birth mother in a very similar situation-

katherine gives a tiny gasp. would both of her mothers die the same way, leaving katherine alone in the world again?

it wasn’t fair. this wasn’t fair. none of it was fair!

was god punishing her for not being a good enough daughter? she got a second chance, but she was ungrateful and so jane is being taken away from her.

she tries desperately and suddenly to scramble to her feet and get closer to jane, wanting to hug her tightly and never let go, but her nurse grabs her and holds her back. katherine kicks and screams, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she knows she must be kicking her nurse but she can’t care about anything except jane right now.

her nurse’s arms are wrapped around her upper chest, holding her tight as she croons reassurances. with slow steps, she pulls katherine back and out of the room, the head of the household locking the door and tucking the key in her pocket. 

“we can’t risk you taking ill as well,” she says apologetically. “if lady seymour does pass, god-forbid, we will do everything in our power to keep you safe, katherine,” she promises.

katherine whimpers and goes limp, staring at the doorway and not looking at any of the adults around her.

“mama,” she mumbles, all the fight leaving her. the head of the household and her nurse glance at each other uncomfortably, then the nurse reaches down to her.

“come on, katherine, sweetheart. let’s get you some food.”

katherine can’t fight back, really allowing her nurse to bring her downstairs. 

the head of household slips the physician the key, and he goes in for the next examination. 

he returns only a few minutes later. “it won’t be long now,” he says gravely. “it’s... it’s likely she’ll pass in the next hour.” he checks his watch. “if somehow she pulls past that, she still has a long way to go before she’s truly safe.”

the head of household looks down for a moment, then back at the physician. “what of her little girl? can she see her?”

the physician sighs softly. “in half an hour it may be worth bringing her in to say her goodbyes, but she cannot get too close to lady jane. we can’t let the poor girl get ill too.”

the half hour crawls by, the physician keeping his mask on as he dips in and out of jane’s room, ensuring she was still alive, but she was fading fast. 

“come, katherine,” the head of household says, holding a hand out for katherine to take. the girl gets off the bench where her nurse and her had been eating, and the head of household leads her upstairs and into jane’s room, firmly holding her shoulders several feet from the bed. “you should say goodbye,” the woman instructs, voice thick with her own grief.

katherine stares over at jane, almost motionless on the bed, and her eyes fill with tears for what feels like the hundredth time that day.

“mama, i’m sorry,” she chokes out. she instinctively tries to step closer but the hands on her shoulders keep her still. “i’m sorry, mama. please don’t leave me.”

katherine’s tears turned angry for a moment. “you promised you’d never leave me,” she whispers. then everything inside of her bursts out, a hurricane tearing into the room. “you can’t leave me!” she wails. “i need you, mama!”

the woman on the bed doesn’t respond, other than a sputtering breath weaker than the last.

the physician looks over to the head of household, concern clear on his expression. “it might be best to take her out of here, now,” he says quietly. katherine hears, however, and she panics.

“no! don’t take me away from mama, please!”

“you can stay,” the head of household says quickly. “just- just, calm down, katherine.”

katherine does her best, trying to slow her breathing with jane’s voice giving soft instructions in her head. 

“mama,” she whimpers brokenly.

the single word, usually a surefire way to break jane out of any spell or thought, falls on deaf ears as jane grows weaker and paler. 

“mama,” she pleads again. nothing.

katherine can barely see, the tears blurring her vision almost completely, and she feels her knees buckle. her mother isn’t quite dead yet but katherine knows in her heart what’s coming next.

and it’s all her fault.

now jane is going to die thinking that katherine hated her, that she doesn’t consider jane to be her mother, when nothing could be less true. katherine wishes she could curl up next to jane and hug her tightly, and tell her mama exactly how much she loves her and will always love her.

the head of the household, as much as she doesn't want to do it, pulls katherine back until they are out of the room once again. 

it takes katherine several long seconds to understand what happened, and she begins to fight back. "i want my mama!" she cries, knowing exactly how childlike she sounds, but really doesn't care.

"we don't want you there when she passes," the physician says gently.

katherine won’t stop fighting, though. she’s never stopped fighting before and she’s not about to when her mum is on the edge of-

suddenly, jane takes a breath, choked and heavy but a lot more solid than her previous shallow ones. the physician turns around immediately and heads over to her, and katherine stills in her movements.

“what’s happening?” she asks, eyes wide. “is that good?”

the head of household takes the opportunity of katherine stopping her thrashing to close the door between them and jane.

even through the door, the wheezing, grinding breaths could be heard by katherine and the entire staff. 

it drags on for several long minutes, and the maid who had worked in cromwell’s house clicked her tongue quietly. “this is what happened before the lady of the house went,” she whispers to the butler, thinking she was far enough away from katherine, but the girl heard anyway. she begins to cry again, wishing on any star and praying to anyone who would listen that her mother would pull through.

the sounds from jane’s room go quiet, and there’s no noise except katherine’s sobs.

nobody quite knows what the silence means, if jane had passed or not, and the atmosphere through the whole house is grim and melancholy.

katherine’s nurse cradles the girl on her lap, whispering soothing words that fall on deaf ears.

the physician emerges a moment later, and everyone waits with baited breath for his next words. 

“she’s alive,” he mumbles, half-obscured by the mask he wears. “but only barely,” he continues, feeling everyone grew far too relaxed. “she’s extremely weak, and, if you want my honest opinion...” he falters, looking down at katherine with sympathetic eyes then back to the whole staff, “she probably won’t make it.”

katherine whimpers and clings to her nurse, closing her eyes tightly.

“no,” she chokes out. “no, no, no.” she shakes her head desperately, as if blocking out her senses and denying the situation will make it not true.

the butler stands and approaches the physician, exchanging quiet words that katherine can’t quite hear.

her nurse holds her and rocks her gently, hoping to soothe her but also knowing it was highly unlikely. 

katherine had already lost one mother, how is she supposed to deal with losing another?

a thought flickers across her head, and she bends her neck down to whisper in katherine’s ear. “what if we went and saw her majesty after this is over?” she asks. she remembers how fond katherine was of anna, and maybe the thought of the german queen would help to bring the girl back to earth.

katherine doesn’t seem to register her nurse’s words. she can barely focus on anything except the thought of her mother right now, let alone of the future, of a potential future without jane.

if jane was here, she’d probably tell katherine that everything is going to be okay. she’d whisper reassuring words and tell her that she loves her, and katherine would be calmed down in mere moments.

but jane isn’t here, and it isn’t okay.

katherine’s world once again shatters.

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[sasorikigai]

new ask game send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want || @heamatic​ || accepting 

I knew you were gonna get me right back when I reblogged this meme, so okie, here I go.

Some of Hanzo’s HCs come from my own experiences in how I deal with traumas of the past; while they may not be the most idealistic endeavors to partake in, they work nonetheless and gets mind off of such unsavory things in life. I have severe insomnia and is ridiculously prone to having a thousand thoughts bombarding in my head at once, and when sleep evades me, I will often turn to become more productive. Hanzo cooking during the night and curving his mind off of those unpleasant thoughts full of remorse and guilt stems from my own take. I get extremely productive when I am exhausted. And I produce my best work when I am deprived of sleep. This really helped me out in the senior year in my college, when I was taking eighteen credits + working as a part-time store associate in an art supply store. 

I have a love-and-hate relationship with thunderstorms and rain. While I do really love the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the windows and offering ambient noise, I also hate it because it means I cannot go outside to get some exercise in (as of now, being in quarantine for the rest of the summer until I get a new job), thus means I will be cooped in the house. I just find it really soothing to hear the deep rumbling of the sky as it pours and I especially love the color of the sky, that clear ocean blue that comes out when it is over. 

I have a huge affinity of working out; when I was in elementary and middle school, I used to hang out with all the kids in my apartment complex (this was still when I was living in South Korea) and the apartment complexes have a lot of households, so there were huge throng of kids to always play with. I was a tomboy, wearing loose, baggy t-shirts and baggy pants (late 90′s was all about that) with short cropped hair (we had hair restriction and couldn’t grow our hair past two centimeters below the ear), and I was the best female rollerskater there ever was. No one could beat my brother tho, who had both speed and power. I was fast, but I was less brave and too careful. I have been slacking off, but I walk/run at least 4-5kms every single day. I am dying to go back to kickboxing though. 

My all-time favorite song is an old K-Pop titled 내 낡은 서랍속의 바다 (roughly translated as “The Sea in My Worn Drawer” by Panic (Lee Juck, Kim Jin-Pyo), the former being my favorite Korean vocalist by far. The lyrics of this song is exquisitely poetic, visceral and poignant. I often don’t care about more popular and well-known ‘idol’ songs, and this one is an absolute classic I will forever love. The song came out in 1998, and of course, when it came out, I was too young to appreciate the complexity and poetic prose of how beautiful and exquisite it was, but I really, really love this song. My second favorite song is titled Ocean of Light by Nell. Nell is such an underrated Korean Band that is also known for their philosophical, poetic lyrics. The vocalist’s voice is unique and brings such comfort to me. 

I always have been never satisfied with my appearance; I wish I was taller (although I’m 5′6″, technically taller than average female height) and A LOT lighter (I am still on my way to lose some extra baggage but I love food and I exercise, so I can eat). I’m a huge bag of insecurities but I have been working on my body positivity to wear things I haven’t worn for so long. I’ve just recently began wearing dresses, although I much prefer wearing jeans and t-shirts. The next thing in my list would be to wear shorts. 

[pangtasias-atelier]

I,,, forgot about Skrimir, how did I forget hot lion boy? Let's add him to the Immobile bakery au gang with Ranulf, Yarne, Keaton, and Kaden, a new addition to Corrins soft boys squad!

Skrimir has to be top 5 from RD for me. Rambunctious hot men are perf. Add some pudge to calm them down? Amazing. This also ended up really long holy crap. Not much weight gain, and no one’s immobile, for now YET cause I would love to write about that soon, I’m trying to focus on sizes and movement which I gave up near the end lol.

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Corrin lies in bed, right arm as a pillow as the morning’s rays begin their invasion of his home. The sun isn’t what wakes him up however; it’s the commotion coming from his kitchen that does.

The two of them hungry, they surprisingly woke up early to stuff themselves. Exhausted from the busy day at the bakery yesterday, Corrin somehow didn’t wake up from their slow and loud attempts to get up.

Getting closer to the edge of immobility, Kaden and Keaton practically needed help with everything. In nothing but ill fitting boxers, they sit across from each other at their huge table. To even sit close enough to reach their food, their stomachs press into the edge.

Both far hairier than the average human, they were massive. At their size, the difference was hardly noticeable but Keaton has a larger gut, the packed container resting on the table. Kaden was more gifted in the rear, his ass falling off his chair.

“That donut was mine.” Kaden shouts.

“Corrin said I could have it.” Keaton lies as he greedily licks the sugary powder off his sausage sized fingers.

“You’re a liar, Corrin knows sugar is my favorite.” Kaden complains as he attempts to stand up. Stomach complaining, Kaden remains seated.

“You ate my cupcake yesterday.” Keaton reminds Kaden. Keaton continues stuffing himself while Kaden rubs his own stomach.

“Cause you ate my pudding the day before that…” Kaden retaliates, his voice strained as his stomach requires relief.

“Yeah, and you…” The two continue back and forth about who ate what, the both of them throwing in lies here and there which neither of them catch, their intake far too large for them to remember.

Their bickering goes on, their voices reaching Corrin’s sensitive ears. Stretching, Corrin sighs as his bones crack. In nothing but boxers as well, the nights far too extremely warm to wear pajamas having two mammoths as bed partners, Corrin groggily makes his way to the kitchen. The walls as his guide, Corrin hears Kaden and Keaton quiet down as he reaches them.

“Morning.” Corrin greets as he gives a long hug to each before kissing them. Removing himself from their tempting warmth, Corrin quickly readies himself for work.

Now showered and dressed, Corrin gives Kaden and Keaton a goodbye kiss. “I won’t be back till after closing. There’s more stuff from the bakery in the pantry by the fridge. Love you.” Corrin says as he leaves with a smile and love you that Keaton and Kaden return.

Inserting his key into his bakery, Corrin thanks the heavens for Ranulf and Yarne already being there.

Done with fixing the chairs in their place, Ranulf grins as he saunters over to Corrin, tummy swaying and his tail swishing behind him. “Guess who’s five minutes late.” Ranulf says as he gives Corrin a peck on the cheek.

Corrin laughs as he returns the gesture on the lips. “Sorry. Woke up a bit late.”

“I had to wait an extra five minutes just for this.” Ranulf teases as he produces an egg tart from behind his back. Bringing it to his lips, Ranulf moans as he shoves the pastry down his mouth. Sighing, Ranulf pats his extended belly. Ranulf was clearly the smallest of the four, but he was still massive to normal standards. Walking and moving was a struggle.

Corrin blushes as Ranulf’s straightforwardness. He was always the one teasing him.

“I told big bunny back there to do the same, but he couldn’t wait to eat.” Counting down from three on his fingers, Ranulf silently snickers as Yarne replies.

“Some of us have shame.” Yarne huffs as he walks out from the backroom. Turning sideways, Corrin doesn’t miss the way Yarne’s gut grazes the side of the door. Flour all over the edges of his apron, it serves to accentuate how wide Yarne is. The ‘big bunny’ as Ranulf nicknamed him, practically needed a break or two to rest his feet. Yarne’s padded, girthy stomach was becoming a chore to be contained by his uniform. Corrin was happy to give Yarne the breaks he needed, same with Ranulf, both having chairs to sit down.

Yarne lumbers over to Corrin, his belly wobbling as he does so. “Good morning.” Yarne says as he blushes.

“Morning.” Corrin smiles as he gives Yarne a kiss. Patting his stomach, Corrin begins quickly checking over everything as Ranulf and Yarne assume their stations.

Everything in tip-top shape on time, Corrin flips the sign to open.

Saturday morning is always a different beast Corrin’s found. Today was no different as multitudes of people make their way into and out of the store, all looking for delicious treats for the weekend laziness and the appetite that came with it.

Plump regulars mixed with skinny new customers, Ranulf and Corrin help and assist them as fast as they can. The sun in its rightful place, the crowd seems ceaseless even as morning reaches its conclusion.

The Saturday morning rush melds into its sibling, lunch rush. Seeing that Ranulf is desperately trying to withhold his breath, face flushed and body relying more on the counter, Corrin lets him take his break in the backroom. Feet yelling at him, Ranulf gladly takes the chance for a sit as he goes back.

All alone, Corrin keeps a smile as he handles the customers. Lunch slowly terminating it’s socially accepted time, less people come in than leave. With a smaller crowd, Yarne struggles through the door as he helps Corrin up front.

Corrin blushes as he sees his customer’s shocked faces upon seeing Yarne. None of them say anything or take a second thought on their purchase which is a good thing.

With Corrin’s guidance at times, the both of them get through the last batch of customers with a strained smile.

No one inside, Yarne grabs the chair by the register and plops down, his stomach bunching up on his thighs as they and his ass overtake the chair. Yarne huffs and wheezes as he catches his breath.

“You did good.” Corrin praises as he brings a slice of carrot cake to Yarne’s lips.

Yarne blushes but happily accepts the treat, his stomach growling at him. Eating on the job was becoming a more frequent activity for him and Ranulf, but rarely in the front where someone could see them.

“I should check on the brownies.” Yarne suggests as he gives a couple breaths before scraping himself off the chair. A pull from Corrin finishes the job as he helps Yarne to his feet. Once again struggling against the doorway, Yarne manages to fit through.

Ranulf peeks his head through the door as he gives an apologetic smile. “Don’t tell him I work here.” Halfway closing the door Ranulf opens it to speak again. “You’ll thank me for closing this.” Door fully closed and Corrin fully confused, it takes a minute for the bell to chime as the front door opens.

“Hi, welcome to-”

“Where’s Ranulf?” The stranger inquirers immediately. Practically stomping to the register, Corrin pales as he sees the behemoth of a man before him.

Standing at minimum a head taller than him, and broad shoulders attached to muscular arms that seemingly and most likely can rip him in half. The stranger’s suit is filled out by his rippling body, the obviously tailored outfit meant to show off his physique down from his head to his toes. His long hair is pulled back into a ponytail to free up his tanned face, his chin accompanied with a slight beard.

“I’m sorry?” Corrin bravely feigns idiocy.

“Ranulf.” The stranger repeats as he glares at the closed door leading to Ranulf’s current location. “I can smell him.” As if to make his point, the stranger sniffs the air and pauses as he sniffs Corrin. “And on you.”

“I’m sorry, but no one by the name of Ranulf works here. There is a taguel who works here, Mr….” Corrin drawls off as he realizes he doesn’t now the man’s name.

“Just Skrimir is fine.” Skrimir glances at his watch and frustratedly sighs. Taking a card out of his shirt pocket, Skrimir places it down and slides it to Corrin. “When Ranulf walks back out the room, let him know that his job is waiting for him.”

Glancing at the card, Corrin grows paler at the company name. Gallian Enterprises.

“I’m sorry but no one by that name works here.” Corrin replies as he slides the card back to Skrimir.

Huffing, Skrimir snatches the card back. “Fine.” Breathing through his nose, Skrimir counts inside to ten. “Then give me a maple bar.” Skrimir breathes out as he hands his card to Corrin.

His brain slowly working, Corrin jolts as he realizes the order. “Right away.” Making sure to grab the freshest and nicest looking one, glad that Ranulf brought some earlier, Corrin gently hands it to Skrimir and tells him his total before swiping his card. “Thank you for your business.” Corrin beams as he hopes Skrimir will peacefully leave.

“Hmpph.” Is all Skrimir dignifies him with as he leaves.

Corrin remains still as he watches Skrimir leave. Door at least not shoved open, Corrin blushes and averts his gaze when he sees Skrimir angrily tear into his donut.

Yarne comes out a couple minutes after the commotion, trays in tow as he hands them to Corrin. Sitting down after the short walk, Yarne begins speaking.

“What was that all about?”

“He kept asking for Ranulf.” Corrin complains as he organizes the display case. “And he was super rude.” He grumbles.

A couple more minutes pass by before Ranulf walks out as well. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes, hand behind his head.

“You worked for Gallian Enterprises?” Corrin asks, tray forgotten.

“Seriously!” Yarne chimes in with disbelief.

“Yeah yeah. I was secretary for Caineghis. No big deal.” Ranulf waves them off as he leans against the wall, ready to sprint off if Skrimir comes back.

Yarne shrugs it off, not recognizing the name, but Corrin shouts. “You worked for the CEO? Why’d you quit!?”

“Too much work. Besides, he’s thinking of stepping down in a few years which means I’d be working directly for his nephew Skrimir.” Ranulf replies with a smirk. “And I quite enjoy working here. I got enough cash to last me a long time.”

Yarne processes the information slowly, unable to comprehend such a loss of money.

“Working for a huge company like that gets tiring. This is more my style.” Ranulf adds.

“It is your choice. I just hope he won’t make this a constant thing.”

“He might, but I talked it over with his uncle so hopefully he’ll get Skrimir to quit.”

“Hopefully.” Corrin sighs. “Let’s get through the rest of this day then.” He smiles.

——–

It’s Monday lunch that Skrimir walks again into the store. Ranulf conveniently nowhere to be seen again, Corrin grimaces at seeing him.

Thankfully, he respectfully waits his turn in line. At the register and with no one behind him, Skrimir clears his throat.

“I apologize for my behavior Saturday. I harassed you for no good reason.” Skrimir lets out as he stares at the interesting blank white walls.

Not expecting an apology, Corrin momentarily freezes before clearing his throat. “It’s okay. No harm done, right?”

“Right.” Skrimir says as he drums his fingers in the counter.

Corrin remains quiet from the awkward conversation.

“I’ll have a donut, please.”

Corrin blinks a couple times before responding.

“A maple bar, right?”

“Yes.” Skrimir sighs. The same routine, Corrin waves Skrimir goodbye as he leaves. He catches another glimpse of Skrimir angrily tearing into the donut. He looks at anything else, afraid Skrimir would catch him staring.

—–

Tuesday morning, immediately after the bakery opens, Corrin receives a call on the store phone.

“Hi, this is Gallian Enterprises, your bakery does orders, correct?”

“Yes, with enough time given.” Corrin wipes his sweaty palms as he writes down the large order listed on his notepad. “Yes, and that’ll be all?” Corrin stares at the order. It’s a huge profit, but it’s also a huge task.

“Yes.”

“And the order is for Friday pickup at 8:30am?”

“Yes.”

“And who will be picking it up?” Corrin swears he can hear a muffled voice complaining in the background.

“Skrimir will be picking it up.” Corrin holds all his strength to not drop the phone.

“Of course, the order will be ready as asked. Thank you.” Corrin hangs up as he begins working on the logistics of such an order.

—–

Friday morning unsurprisingly reveals itself to be a stressful day. With such a huge order requested by a huge company, Corrin goes in early to make sure that everything is done on time. The sun still enjoying it’s beauty-rest unlike Corrin, the brisk air served its job of waking him up.

Getting straight to work, Corrin wastes no time as he begins mixing and baking everything. Six dozen donuts, half a simple glazed flavor with a the other half being a mixture of chocolate, maple, sugar, and others. 4 dozen cupcakes, a quarter red velvet and the rest strawberry or vanilla. 5 dozen brownies, none with nuts as they made abundantly clear.

Corrin sighs as he finishes everything and manages to pack it all up nearly on time.

His break as he waits for Skrimir doesn’t last long as Skrimir enters slightly earlier, the clock displaying 8:19am.

Skrimir smiles this time, very unlike his prior two visits. His nose twitches as he catches the fresh sweet aroma wafting from the treats.

Corrin stands up to show Skrimir the order only to get assaulted with a hug. “You did it!” Skrimir cheers.

Corrin blushes.

Skrimir lets him down, a wide grin on his face. “Everyone in the office will love them.”

Corrin smiles from the compliment as he helps load them into Skrimir’s car. “Just remember to drive slowly and safely, the-”. Corrin’s interrupted by Skrimir’s laugh.

“I drive great. You don’t have to worry for me.” Skrimir leads the way back into the bakery to pay.

Corrin happily rings in the total that Skrimir doesn’t bat an eye for. Though Skrimir does have a sour look on his face when Corrin hands him back his card.

“Is everything alright?”

Skrimir taps his foot before sighing and handing Corrin a slip of paper. “Here.” Is all he says as he rushes out the bakery.

Dumbstruck, Corrin gives a wave before looking at what Skrimir left. He has a choking fit when he sees a number scribbled on it.

At 9am, Ranulf walks in, Yarne calling in sick and unable to work.

“Hey.” Ranulf lazily greets.

Corrin shakes his head before shoving the paper in his pocket. “Morning.”

Walking up to Corrin and nabbing the piece of paper, Ranulf grins. “Well well, seems your popular with everyone, aren’t ya?”

“I, uh-”

“Go easy on Skrimir, man gets crushes way too easily.”

“I, how do you know-”

“He was gonna be my boss remember. So, you like him or not? C'mon, I got a bet riding on this.”

“Kinda?” Corrin squeaks out, face too warm for his comfort.

“Damn, guess I owe Caineghis 50$. He kept blabbing on and on about how his family has all the good genes.” Ranulf smiles as he heads to the backroom, Ranulf having gained a fair amount of knowledge of baking since his time here.

Corrin waits until the bakery closes and for Ranulf to leave to even think about looking at the paper.

Paper in one hand, phone in the other, Corrin breathes deeply. A gentle knock on the door interrupts him. Corrin blushes when he sees Skrimir by the door. Opening it for him, Corrin continues blushing as Skrimir walks in.

“I didn’t receive a call.” Skrimir impatiently brings up.

“I was busy at work today.” Corrin confesses. “But I was about to call you!” Corrin shows Skrimir’s dialed number on his phone.

Skrimir grins at the little win.

Corrin winces as he speaks his next question.

“I am in an open relationship.”

Skrimir huffs as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I know, Ranulf told me. And I told him I am okay with that.” Skrimir smirks at Corrin’s dumbfounded face.

“I’m going to kill Ranulf.” Corrin thinks as he breathes deeply. “Okay, umm. I’m free right now if that works with you?”

“Wonderful.” Skrimir entwines his arm with Corrin as he leads him out. Taking Skrimir’s car, he drives them slightly out of the city and stops at a national park.

“A park?” Corrin asks as he stares at the way the flowers bend and wave in the gentle breeze.

“The office said this would be best. Do-”

“This is perfect.” Corrin laughs as he steps out, it’s been awhile since I’ve been here.”

Skrimir smiles as he opens the trunk and pulls out a picnic basket.

“Another office idea?” Corrin laughs.

“I…”

“It’s okay, it means you cared.” Corrin smiles as he leads Skrimir this time. “There’s this spot I love.” Walking up the designated path, Corrin discreetly glances around before heading into the the trees. Skrimir follows him and a short 5 minute walk downhill leads them to a small creek.

A small flat grassy area is where they mark their picnic with their tablecloth.

“This, this is lovely.” Skrimir brings himself to say as he puts out gourmet sandwiches he had ordered for this occasion.

“You’re not used to this huh? It’s okay.” Corrin pats Skrimir’s arm. A smile on his face when he sees Skrimir is now the nervous one.

“Okay. I hope you like this.”

“It looks delicious.” Corrin grabs a simple ham and cheese, and nearly cries at the way the juices fly into his mouth. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Corrin compliments them. “And they are delicious. Where’d you get these?”

“It’s a deli by the office. They have some baked goods but they’re nothing compared to yours.” Skrimir blushes from his own compliment and takes a large chomp out of his sandwich.

“Thank you.” Corrin blushes, not from the compliment, but from Skrimir’s eating habits showing themselves.

“The office loved your food.” Skrimir continues as he takes another large portion of the sandwich before grabbing another one.

“Are you okay? You seem nervous.” Corrin questions as Skrimir takes a large bite.

“I’m fine.” He nearly shouts before catching himself. “I’m not used to something so… relaxed. But I like it!” Skrimir adds, punctuated with a bite.

“I like it too.” Corrin responds, a smile on his face.

Skrimir finishes his second sandwich, reaching for a third.

The date continues along in the same vein, Skrimir too nervous. But both of them pass it enjoyably in the other’s presence. By the time the food is all gone, Skrimir having eaten most of it, Corrin begins packing up.

“Now let’s go before a ranger or someone yells at us for not being in the designated areas.” Swiftly packing it up, Corrin gives a hand to the full Skrimir.

Taking the hand, Skrimir lets out a small huff as he stands up. Both of them freeze when they hear a twig break.

Or at least what they think is a twig. Nothing moves, human or animal. Corrin looks for the culprit and pauses when he sees Skrimir suddenly seems much fuller in his midsection.

Clothes entirely intact, Corrin wonders about what caused such a thing before Skrimir confesses.

“I have gained some weight this past week.” Skrimir admits as he stares at the water. “I wore… a girdle to hide it.”

Corrin lets out a small “oh” as it registers.

“We shou-” Skrimir nearly helps when Corrin places a hand on his stomach.

“I like this.” Corrin decides to admit something today as well. It’s now or never he supposes. “But only if you like this. If not, that’s okay with me.” Corrin elaborates, not wanting to influence Skrimir either way.

Skrimir clears his throat as he takes one deep breath. “I do too.” He admits with his eyes closed, face red as he waits for some cruel laughter. Instead, he receives none, only a kiss on the lips from Corrin.

“Let’s head back then.” Corrin suggests as he leads the way, arm once again entwined with Skrimir.

The walk and the subsequent ride are relatively quiet, Skrimir’s rough grip on his steering wheel the main noise.

Aided by directions from Corrin, Skrimir stops at his house.

“I had a really good time.” Corrin gives Skrimir another kiss as he exits the car. “Hopefully the next one will be soon.” Corrin waves as he watches Skrimir drive off.

When he reaches his home, Skrimir mentally cheers when he sees a notification from Corrin.

—–

“Skrimir is currently in his office.” The receptionist greets Corrin on sight, his presence an increasingly common occurrence.

“Thank you.” Corrin responds. Entering the elevator, he presses the elevator button for the 20th floor. The ride is uneventful with nobody else inside. The elevator dinging, nobody bats an eye as Corrin makes his way to Skrimir’s office. A gentle four pattern knock he uses just for this, Corrin waits the okay. Hearing Skrimir’s muffled voice, Corrin smiles as he enters. Closing the door behind him, Corrin places the box of baked goods on Skrimir’s desk.

Skrimir gives a rough growl as he goes over the paperwork. Sighing, he stands up and gives a hug and kiss to Corrin.

Corrin melts into the embrace as Skrimir’s far fatter form presses against him.

It was evident that Skrimir was a stress eater, and while he could contain himself most times, around Corrin’s baking, those qualms flew out the window. The constant binging was and is taking its toll on Skrimir’s body. Completely gone were his abs to be replaced with flab that developed into a full blown stomach that hangs past his belt. His chest and arms still retain their strength but it’s hidden beneath all the abundant extra padding to soften him up. Skrimir’s face was definitely plumper and gave him a softer more approachable appearance. His legs grew out too, the constant chafing an annoyance from Skrimir.

Skrimir grew and his office and wardrobe expanded with him. Brand new chair to support his weighty and sizable self alongside a desk custom ordered so his gut wouldn’t get in the way. Skrimir’s outfits were no longer tailored exactly for him, both of them deeming it a waste with how often Skrimir grows out of them but his suits were always tailored to fit him. And they do, all leaving none of his expansive girth hidden.

“Rough day?” Corrin asks as he places a hand on Skrimir’s stomach.

“It’s better with you here.” Skrimir plants another kiss on Corrin.

“Well, I better hurry before anyone starts getting any funny ideas of what we do in here.” Corrin reprimands Skrimir as he gives him a kiss.

“I’ll see you after work.” Skrimir says, a smile on his face.

“Got it, love you.” Corrin adds as he leaves.

[365daysoftododeku]

13th March 2019

Author: CrzA

Admin’s Note: The second part of Bunnyzuku by @crzangel​! For the first part, check out her work from March 8th!

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Never Me Anybunny Like You (Part 2)

In all honesty, this is probably the stupidest thing Izuku could be doing right now. The Prince had it all right, and now he’s just pushing his luck by going back to his ways. And it’s not like he has an excuse—not that any one he might have would justify this—, it’s simply not something he should be doing. It’s an invasion of privacy, really. And he knows that it’s wrong, of course he does, shame is eating away at his insides this very moment, as it had been since the very first day he happened upon the edge of the castle’s private gardens, but there is just this strange pull. Because that makes it sound better. He can bet all stalkers use a similar line—it's fate, don’t you see? We are meant to be!

Izuku shudders. It’s not like that…

It would be a lie to say Izuku didn’t know about the Prince before. Every one of his kind knew him, his father had a bit of a reputation and it was just assumed that the Prince would follow in the man’s footsteps; cruelty, war, destruction, all in the name of a search for more power. He is a king, isn’t that power enough? Such greed for more had led to many years of strained relations between Izuku’s kind and the Tyrant King (as he’s so lovingly called by most of his people).

When Izuku stumbled out of the forest on another one of his narrow escapes from Kacchan’s angry clutches and right into the grounds behind the walls, his heart had shot right to his throat as soon as he had laid eyes on the Prince’s dual-coloured hair. He managed to jump up to one of the tree’s branches before the prince even turned in his direction, hidden away from view by the foliage around him. It certainly helped that both his hair and clothes had a similar shade of green, otherwise he may have still stuck out like a sore thumb.

In retrospect, he should have just walked—or run—away when he realised where he was, even more so when he saw that he had company. But Izuku had always been a curious bun, and he had never really met anyone from the royal family. All he knew was what his elders told him and all the other children when they were young. And King Yagi was a kind and nurturing man, he wouldn’t sow the seeds of ill-will towards someone who had never done them any harm.

All he really knew, however, was that King Todoroki wanted to drive them out of the forest so that he could secure an easier passage to the kingdom he meant to conquer but never could. He had seen the man storming out of their court with murder in his eyes, had felt the aura of hostility emanating off of him as he walked past Izuku and back to his castle. Everything else, he had just been told; that his children were sure to be just as unforgiving, with such a man’s influence growing up.

But Izuku didn’t know that to be true. He was wary of anyone from the royal family, no doubt about it, but he didn’t want to make conjectures about someone he had never even laid eyes on. He was so curious what the King’s youngest was really like, if the rumours of his equally cruel demeanour were true. The King had three other children, all of them older, and yet he was the one he had chosen to make the Crown Prince. Everyone said that he must have been the one the King saw most potential in. And if that was the case, it couldn’t mean anything good.

Izuku wanted to know the truth, see for himself if this prince was just as menacing as everyone said he was.

Just one look at the young man’s face and Izuku would never believe there was a single evil bone in his body. The slightly confused furrow of his brow at the sound of the leaves rustling held no malice, no threat, and when he deemed that the sound was just his imagination, the softness of his expression was breath-taking. Birds chirped all around him, some even landing on his shoulder, completely unafraid, and if Izuku knows anything is that he can trust animal’s judgements.

The way he cared for the plants in the garden was so gentle too, giving them all the nurturing they needed to grow big, healthy and beautiful. He would caress the flower’s petals sometimes, smiling so tenderly, as if they held treasures only he knew the existence of, and perhaps they did. It was obvious how much this garden meant to him from the look on his face alone.

Then there was the way he talked to all the little critters that found their way into the gardens too, how he would sometimes hold them if they allowed it and how he always carried some food on him for whichever ones were willing to take it. Everything he did was careful, gentle, kind. It was hard to even believe that the Prince and the King were actually related.

Though Izuku supposes that he should know better than anyone that blood does not dictate someone’s behaviour. After all, he would never abandon his mother, much less someone he claimed to have fallen in love with or any child they may have together.

And Izuku was fascinated by the Prince, by everything he did. When he left the gardens, Izuku had lingered a while longer, not really knowing why. And then a few days passed and he couldn’t stop thinking about him, about his gentle kindness, that soft smile on his lips that made him so unbearably beautiful. Izuku wanted to know more, he wanted to know him and his story, so he kept coming back in the hopes of someday gathering the courage to talk to him, to make his presence known, introduce himself.

Of course, that never happened. Because Izuku may do many reckless and crazy things, but telling a prince that he has been silently admiring him from afar isn’t one of them. And the longer he did it, the more terrified he became of being found out. If it had been that first time or maybe even the third, it would have been easier to explain, but a few times over the course of two weeks became an almost daily routine and after a little over a month he’d tipped the scale from curious to downright creepy, he’s sure of it.

And he’s ashamed, he is, so devastatingly ashamed, but he doesn’t have the guts to come clean. The incident made that very clear. Kacchan turned him into an actual rabbit and he had instinctively run towards the Prince without even thinking. And then he picked Izuku up, and held him close, and he was so warm and his arms so comfortable. How could he possibly resist nuzzling into his chest, burrowing in his arms, reach up to touch his adorable nose with his own?

And then… And then he kissed his forehead. For a split second Izuku felt like he was on cloud nine, which in and of itself should have been a red flag, but then Kacchan’s spell was broken by that very gesture and of course he doesn’t know how to shut up. That had always worked out in his favour—that is, if his goal was to get into copious amounts of trouble. The Prince is smart, how could he not be, it was to be expected that he would be able to put two and two together from Izuku’s panicked ramblings and figure out the encounter wasn’t entirely due to chance.

Somehow, he’d managed to escape before being fully confronted, but Izuku must have a death wish. Or at the very least he is extremely stupid. Because here he is again, after only three days, waiting for the Prince to come by the gardens as he does every day. Except he should be here by now—Izuku realises how concerning it is that he even knows that—but he is nowhere to be found, and a cold feeling spreads in the pit of Izuku’s stomach.

“Waiting for something?” A voice sounds from right behind Izuku and he jumps into the air from the fright, nearly missing the branch he had been perched on on his way down.

“Holy Bunn Might, my ticker is going faster than a professional hopper on a carrot race!”

His eyes widen as soon as they land on his company, one fiery red eyebrow climbing up into the Prince’s hairline as an amused smirk stretches across his thin lips. A small high-pitched noise climbs out of Izuku’s throat and he slips on the branch, ready to fall to his death only to have an arm wrapped around his waist to prevent him from tipping over. If his heart was beating fast before, then it is certainly trying to beat right out of his chest now, the Prince’s face so close Izuku can feel his breath wafting against his cheeks, surprisingly cool and wonderfully fresh. Just like when he had held him before, he smells like snow freshly fallen from the sky, and he doesn’t know how someone can capture the scent so perfectly and yet here he is. Izuku can only stare, dumbstruck.

“What’s wrong? Rabbit got your tongue?” Prince Todoroki quips, gently flicking one of Izuku’s ears.

With another disgruntled noise, he immediately pushes away from him, jumping to the ground and getting ready to hop his way back to his home in the heart of the forest when he hears a thud right behind him. Before he can tell himself to ignore it and just start running, the Prince settles between him and his escape route, clearly much more aware of what Izuku is capable of this time around. Surely it would be stupid to attempt a similar move, and yet…

Just as Izuku is vaulting over the Prince’s head once again, he catches his foot, upsetting his momentum and causing him to come crashing face-first onto the fluffy grass beneath. At least it was a soft landing, but it doesn’t change the fact that there is a royal currently sitting on his back and he can’t move no matter how much he thrashes.

“Ah, tiddlywinks.” Izuku huffs in defeat.

“Now, I don’t suppose you’re spying on me to report back to your superiors, otherwise you would have little more to tell them other than the fact that I like to spend my afternoons surrounded by nature before I retire for the night. Unless you mean to kidnap me, though I would believe they would send someone more competent if that were the case.”

Izuku may have been offended by that comment if not for the fact that he really brought it upon himself and the Prince has an excellent point. Sighing heavily, Izuku lets his ears droop forward, covering his eyes with them.

“I’m sorry…” He mutters miserably.

“What for?”

“Watching you… I know it’s bad and I shouldn’t have done it but you’re just so…” The Prince hums, a hint of curiosity in his tone as Izuku drifts off. Bracing himself for the worst, he swallows nervously before adding “—captivating?”

“That’s one of the nicest things anyone has said about me.” He replies, and Izuku can’t quite tell if he’s being serious or not. “But you are right when you say you shouldn’t have done it. I don’t exactly like being watched, that’s one of the reasons I go to the gardens to begin with.”

“I truly am sorry…”

“That’s alright. You sound sincere so I accept your apology.” Feeling the weight lifting off his back, both literally and figuratively, Izuku almost jumps in joy at the Prince’s words, until he notices the tilt of his head, the mischievous glint in his eye, and he gulps, casually dusting himself off. “On one condition.”

Izuku’s heart sinks right down to his stomach and a cold shiver crawls up his spine. He should just turn on his heel and run, he should just go and never return before this whole situation gets even more out of hand. But when has Izuku been known for making wise decisions anyway? He owes the Prince proper compensation for his invasion, it’s only polite to listen to his demand…

“Next times you come around, you actually come and sit with me. I must admit, you have me intrigued.”

“W-what if I don’t come around any longer, then?” Izuku tries.

“That’s up to you. I can’t force you to do anything.” Izuku would certainly beg to differ. “But something tells me I will see more of you in the future. I would most definitely enjoy the company of someone who doesn’t serve me or my old man, for once.”

There, in his mismatched eyes, Izuku sees it, clear as day: a vulnerable boy, lonely and sad, trying to reach out to someone who might treat him as an equal and not as a prince, not as a means to an end or a burden they were tasked to bear. His ears stick to his head once more, tears welling up in his eyes as he sniffles for a moment, turning away. He shouldn’t, right? But he just wants a friend, is that so wrong?

“I will… see you sometime soon.” Izuku whispers, reaching for one of his ears to shyly stroke it in front of his face. “C-could I call you Todoroki-kun, then? Prince Todoroki or Your Highness just feels strange… Where I come from titles don’t really matter.”

“Sure.” Todoroki smiles for a single heartbeat, and Izuku’s own skips. “Midoriya.”

He remembered my name. Oh, wrinkly whiskers he remembered my name.

Nodding stiffly, Izuku rounds Todoroki and tries his hardest to resist the urge to start jumping to the time of his heartbeats. He comes to the conclusion later that bolting in the direction of his home is only marginally less embarrassing.

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1-41 on the asks? Also gn

1. if you were to have Hanahaki disease, what flowers would you cough up?

Morning glories!! not only are they already my favorite flower, theyre extremely toxic and mean unconditional love! i have a tendency to fall for the wrong people and not realize until after,, BUT thats only half and half!! some people i loved unconditionally and contine to love them and others set me back in the recovery process,,

2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up?

Begonias id assume? not only are hanahaki flowers supposed to represent your feelings, they should also represent the person. begonias are known for misfortune, dark/unpleasant thoughts, and caution to new situations. on the flip side, its harmonious communications, understanding, and gratitude.

3. if you were any historic trope, what would you be? (i.e., the knight, the town baker, the witch of the forest, etd.)

hm. well, what about the urchin whos actually a prince? someone who originates from grand places, a great misfortune turns them into something undesirable and possibly bitter, and then when theyre brought back to the light of stability they provide for those who are in the same situation as he was

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit

im long range magic tactics and healing always bc im too afraid of conflict :pensive: but the closest thing would probably be something flexible but strong, in black and the more sensitive areas like the neck and thighs covered more carefully (read: shadowhunter gear)

5. what would you be a god/goddess of and what would people sacrifice to you?

change on an emotional and mental plane. they would sacrifice those who refuse to change for the better. i determine what is better, and if they choose the wrong person to sacrifice they would pay depending on why they attempted to sacrifice someone who didnt deserve it.

6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.

“there is a difference between wisdom and intelligence... a person may have one without the other.” is an all time favorite from my favorite book The Soulforge by Margret Weis!!!!!!!

“plant your trees and watch them grow.” OUGH

 “There is a thin semantic line separating the weird and the beautiful. and that line is covered in jellyfish.” NIGHTVALE

“Ive been good sir / so very very good for what? / and ive given you / every single thing ive got / its feeling strange man / this whole arrangement / is gonna end with / me totally deranged” From Disobedient, from su:tm!!! it slaps man

“ What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? / What are you wondering? What do you know? / Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?” Ah. billie eilish ily

7. scythe, battle axe, broad sword, spear or trident?

Scythe! the weapon of fate and peace,, it is used to reap the souls of those deemed to die and its used for harvesting crops!! the end of all thngs, its a graceful and symbolical weapon.

8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?

Vaniila, star anise, and clary sage

9. ancient scrolls or leather-bound books?

leather bound books!!

10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.

a cyclone, probably. something threatening on the outside but extremely calm on the inside.

11. what type of flower (other than a rose) would you offer someone you were trying to court?

amaryllis, which is splendid beauty and worth beyond beauty

12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?

cinnamon in tea!!!

13. cabin in the woods, apartment in the city or mansion in the suburbs?

apt in the city

14. curtains of beads or lace?

bead curtains!!! retro AND can be like “hoohoo welcome to my brewery pick your literal poison im a witch”

15. vocal or instrumental music?

yall know i could never pick,, music is too much of an intimate thing too be taken lightly (whch is one of the reasons i have a burning hatred for jokey nursery rhymes like baby shark)

16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit

SOBS okay so. ough it depends man. i rlly like the idea of like. ponchos and shawls n stuff,,, id prolly go for a witch in the woods ngl (the prince REPRESENTS me the best but. witch of the dark woods is my aesthetic) so prolly like a heavy green shawl over a black shirt and jeans and combat boots or smth,,, i WOULD have a flower crown of poisonous flowers, yes

Changeling or shapeshifter definitely!! to be able to constantly change form in super mecore

18. hard candy, fruit preserves or spice cake?

fruit preserves

19. show us an a picture of your ideal crown.

you all knew it was gonna happen ( its a mountain laurel!! poisonous. of course)

20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?

my hair is WAY too short for that but i used to do it when i had longer hair and its a definite yay

21. an evening in the forest with elves, a night in the caves with vampires or a morning in the garden with fae?

an evening in the forest with elves or a morning in the garden with fae!! i cant decide man,,, if it had been a night in a victorian castle w vamps i wouldve been tied w that too but caves are a dwarven thing

22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.

hm. maybe like. a true self thing? where im forced to say what i mean, i cant say sorry for things im not sorry for, i have to say when things make me uncomfy, i just become less timid (the witch who cursed me got pissed off bc i said sorry too much and didnt answer questions properly)

23. talking with sylphs or singing with nymphs?

talking with sylphs prolly??? i dunno man ive always loved sylphs ngl

24. mint, rosemary, basil or sage?

def mint

25. favorite childhood story? (doesn’t have to be a fairy tale)

what childhood lmao (honestly?? i loved reading the grim fairytales just over and over)

26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)

uhhh one time i was accused of witchcraft bc i was “guessing” peoples fav colours at a christian summer camp and our supervisors asked me to stop bc it was freaking them out bc im not christian (i had them close their eyes, think of their colour, and i would see it bc id close my eyes) OH also one time luke spoiled some pl stuff bc he was thinking abt the spoiler too loudly

27. would you rather have poison or healing ointment in your traveling pack?

oh healing def!! i already know a bunch of native poisonous plants so itll b fine

28. tell us three sayings that you live by.

only two chances for everyone, and then i cut them off entirely

cringe culture is dead. the only cringy people are assholes

hurt luke youre dead

29. vials or mason jars?

no. no. you CANNOT make me pick. its illegal

30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).

uh! moss green, its a onepiece thats baggy and tied with a golden decorative rope at the waist and tightened at the ankles!! its loose at the sleeves and the shoulders are showing whereas the neck is turtled!! there are designs showing black mambas and lilies of the valley (poisonous...). the mask is black and covers my right eye, with subtle smooth scales on it.

31. splashing around in a river with mermaids or flying through the sky with harpies?

BOTH are p mean uh. i said sylphs earlier so ig ill go mermaids??? plus im afraid of heights

32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?

as the royal magician/wizard/witch/alchemist/magic jester? calling the royal family out on their bullshit

33. if you were a fairy, what color would your wings be?

they would be black owls wings!!! (if you meant pixies, like tinkerbell, you shouldve said pixies fam :pensive:)

34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?

deaths cloak or a truth charm to get people to tell me, you guessed it, the truth

35. what song would the bards sing about you when you passed by?

a song about grim ends ad new beginnings.

36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?

royalty! so i can fuck shit up from the inside

37. would you spend more time in the field of flowers, the tavern, the docks or the marketplace?

field of flowers or marketplace!! seeing the things people create and natural beauty and solitude are both wonderful

38. would you have a painting of yourself?

a modest one with a very dark palette, with my eyes painted a gleaming golden.

39. what skill are you famous for?

i talk rlly fast

40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?

im not sure,, 

41. stained glass windows or fairy lights?

FAIRYLIGHTSFAIRYLIGHTSFAIRYLIGHTS

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Formula 1

F1!AU + Street race!AU

Baekhyun x reader

Word count: 1 857  

Masterlist

Baekhyun was the most popular and most promising driver in the Formula One.

Like most of the other drivers, Baekhyun Byun came from a very wealthy family from South Korea and since his teenage years he had a liking for cars.

No surprise that at the age of 16 he could drive already, but only at the age of 19 he finally started training professionally.

From playful kart races as a kid, to huge partnership, contracts and sponsorship with multi millionaire business from around the world, Baekhyun had his first entry when he was only 21.

Now I have to say, he was pretty good. He quickly became an idol and everyone in South Korea knew who he was. Soon enough, the entire world knew his name.

The race in Abu Dhabi was his first win. With his Ferrari car, he posed for pictures and gave quick interviews to the sports tv reporters. He walked to the podium to receive his trophy.

Of course they handed him an expensive bottle of champagne which he shook and popped making it rain golden drops.

He was living the dream. He had everything he’s always wanted. The job of his dreams, the car of his dreams, the house of his dreams, the lifestyle of his dreams. Everything was perfect.

Everything was perfect until the race in Singapore.

Baekhyun was in third place. And although it was a pretty good ranking, it wasn’t enough for him.

Upset and disappointed, Baekhyun  was having a hard time to keep his position in the podium. He could blame himself, he could blame his car, he could blame the companies technology, but no one really knew what was happening.

After his raking on the fourth position for the third time in a row, rumours started to spread. The news talked about him all the time. What happened to the racing hero?

Baekhyun could be responding to the rumours in many different ways, but no response would change the fact that he was no longer the F1 star. He didn’t want to admit it because couldn’t accept being what he always feared to be. A loser.

And he was losing motivation and enthusiasm each day that passed. Until that one night when he was driving his car in the dead and excluded part of the city. Seoul was a bright place but it had its dark side.

The sound of loud cheers, music played from huge speaker in the trunk of the cars, people hanging around as the street drivers aligned their cars on the street. Baekhyun felt his heart accelerating.

The whole idea of street racing, to him, always sounded pretty dirty. But the cheerful and dangerous atmosphere of that place got him curious. It made him park his car near the people and get out of it to reveal his face.

Everyone was starstruck.

Let me tell you something, Baekhyun could not be the best racer at the moment, but he was still a professional Formula One driver. He was much more than a street racer could ever be.

And because of that, he thought that it would be fun to race that night.

The thrill of doing something new, dangerous, illegal, had him high with all the adrenaline.

Everyone was stoked to watch him race in his uptight fancy car. It was already quite obvious who was going to win that night. At the sight of Baekhyun positioning his car in line, the crowd started renewing their bets as some other people started moving forward to watch the drivers more closely.

Baekhyun was already seated in the driver’s seat when he heard a knock on his window making him turn to the side to find you. A curious look on his face was replaced by a smirk on his lips.

He lowered the glass window and looked up at you ready to use his charms on you. Maybe also ready to fulfil your dreams of getting his autograph or something.

“You have to leave now.” you said and he quickly changed his expression again. “You can’t race.”

“Do you know who I am?” he asked you and at that very moment you felt like pulling him out of his car by his hair.

You told him he had to leave because you couldn’t risk having people posting photos of him on the internet and the police finding out about the VERY illegal street race. Baekhyun thought you were concerned he was going to show up on the news and he made it very clear that at that point he didn’t care.

But you couldn’t care less about him. All you wanted was for him to leave so you could have your race with no risks of getting caught.

“Let’s make a deal, yes? You let me race tonight, and I’ll give you something in exchange for it.” he proposed.

“Like what? What are you gonna give me for letting you race tonight?”

“My phone number, perhaps.” his smirk made all your internal fluids boil! He was damn attractive but also so cocky and out of his mind. It got you on your nerves.

“I’m not interested. I guess I’ll have to ask you to leave or else my friends over there will have to take you out of here.” you pointed to the serious looking boys that watched your conversation from the other side of the street.

“What if I take you to an actual circuit? If you’re nice enough, I let you drive my car.” he kept his stupid smirk on his face but you grew to like it only because he was willing to do anything to race with you informal fellow racers and you as well.

Thing was, Baekhyun was desperate for being the first place again. He knew that he would win that night, he knew it meant nothing, but he also knew that he needed that experience.

You didn’t have to say a word. The way you turned around to walk away meant a concrete yes. When you were already a few step away you hear “Hey, baby!” and it was Baekhyun’s voice calling you out. The pet name made you smirk just like he had done. “What?” you say.

“Wanna make another deal if I win?” and you just laugh as you walk away knowing that there was no way he would ever lose in such a competition.

So… he took you to the circuit in Seoul as he promised you to. He even let you drive his car but it wasn’t his Formula 1 car of course because you weren’t trained for it.

But that whole experience was extremely exciting! You loved races just as much Baekhyun did. The only difference was that he had money to invest in his passion meanwhile you could only fulfill your dreams of becoming a racer by street racing.

As much as the entire thing was pretty dirty and there was a lot more going on that just racing cars, you actually enjoyed that whole thing. But nothing compared to being in a professional circuit in a fancy ass car and Byun Baekhyun, still Korea’s biggest idol, seating in the passage seat as you drove like there was no tomorrow.

Not only you had a good time. He did as well. So much that he invited to come along with him to Monaco. It was his next race and in his heart he claimed you as his lucky charm.

You couldn’t just say yes because it felt wrong and ill intentioned, but he had invited you wholeheartedly which made you feel special in a way. So you said yes.

And a week later you found yourself in the Principality of Monaco, in quite fancy outfit for a race. It was a sunny weather and the smell of summer in Europe was very different than in Korea.

Baekhyun gave you a free pass to the circuit which gave you access to the VIP area and the company sections once the race was over.

It was about to start and you had your hands close to your heart trying to calm you down for a bit. Like never before, watching the Formula One race was really important to you.

You knew how poorly were Baekhyun’s performances lately, but in the bottom of your heart you believed he was still the bright and great Baekhyun Byun, your generation’s idol.

It started so fast. Baekhyun in disadvantage for not having had great ranking in the past circuits. But quickly enough, after two laps, he was already growing stronger and the new adjustments on his car seemed to be making great difference to his driving that day.

And on the 30th lap, Baekhyun was consistent on the third position. Still not even half-way through the race, you could hear the loud cheers whenever his car passed by that sector of the circuit. The scenery was beautiful and Monaco was alive during the GP weekend.

From third place Baekhyun moved to second and stayed consistent for another twenty laps when already on the 70th lap he was on a tight competition with the first place.

He had already gone through a pit-stop on his 40th lap, and now it was too late to afford another one although his tires were getting too worn out by the second.

75th lap and Baekhyun was in first place! It was incredible and the crowd cheered. The entire world was watching Baekhyun make his way back to the podium but there were still another 3 laps to go and it could take a few minutes. Anything could happen.

When he finished his 78th lap, Monaco had never shaken like this before. Baekhyun Byun was, after 5 failed GP’s, in first place again.

You were probably the loudest amongst everyone else watching the race. You celebrated like never before, taking Baekhyun’s success as if you own.

Again he was beside his car, holding his helmet in his hand, downing his water in one single chug and breathing heavily as he heard the people cheer for him and scream his name. He felt whole again!

The tv and the radio reporters came to interview him but soon the wall of people opened when you came down running with you all access pass. Your eyes focused only on him, your champion.

“You made it!!!” you said as you hugged him as tight as you could. He wrapped his arms around you and buried himself in your embrace.

“Only because of you.” he said. “You are my lucky charm.” and he moved his face close to yours to kiss you. All cameras captured that moment. It was going to be on the news worldwide.

Baekhyun was victorious but he wasn’t the only one.

He had to let you so he could run to the podium to receive his well deserved trophy. And as he did so, you watched it all from down there and all you could see was Baekhyun Byun shining like a star. His smile was the brightest thing in the entire world and you heart could only grow fond of him.

[hypereactive]

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? my best friend

2. Are you outgoing or shy? shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? my best friend

4. Are you easy to get along with? depends. i try to be, but im also REALLY picky/have strong opinions on a lot of stuff, and im autistic..

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? yeah

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? a caring one, who listens before judging

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? yeah

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? my best friend

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? sometimes

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? probably my best friend

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “o”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? uhm. I like A LOT of songs.

billie ellish- bury a friend and you should see me in a crown

rag’n’bone man - human

rebel - black pearl (hes a pirate)

Aladdin soundtrack - Prince Ali and one jump ahead

arctic monkeys - Do I wanna know?

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? rarely

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? yea

15. What good thing happened this summer? new job, in my field of study

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? yepp

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? probs at least simple life

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? only if I run into him getting coffee (he works there)

19. Do you like bubble baths? if im in the mood

20. Do you like your neighbors? one i do, one i absolutely dont, the rest i dont interact w

21. What are you bad habits? im REALLY picky, and can come off as ungrateful (if u can’t do it right id rather u just not do it. apparently its more common to think at least you got something/they tried.)

22. Where would you like to travel? Anywhere w the right people. Nowhere without.

23. Do you have trust issues? kinda. More like I understand people wont understand me or meet my needs adequately.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? morning coffee

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? my chin/teeth

26. What do you do when you wake up? if I have ResponsibilitesTM i get up and get coffee and leave the house in less than 20 min, otherwise i lay in bed on tumblr until i have to get up due to responsibilities or hunger.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? im good w where its at tbh

28. Who are you most comfortable around? my best friend

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? yeah. 

30. Do you ever want to get married? yeah

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? lol yesss

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? none?

33. Spell your name with your chin. bdfuds

34. Do you play sports? What sports? not really. i like frisbee and longboarding if those count.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? no. I cant keep secrets.

37. What do you say during awkward silences? i usu dont. ill just go on my phone/leave/etc

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? my best friend. 

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? hot topic

40. What do you want to do after high school? lol im not in high school

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? depends on what they did and why, and if they want to grow as a person/make it right

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? im tired/overwhelmed/content/bored

43. Do you smile at strangers? if i lock eyes with them and they smiled, i might smile back, but im pretty good at Not Looking At People

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? ocean

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? ResponsibilitiesTM

46. What are you paranoid about? having a heart attack and no one being around to help me/not noticing until its too late

47. Have you ever been high? yea

48. Have you ever been drunk? yea

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? no

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? black

51. Ever wished you were someone else? no, but i have wished my parents were

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? my chin probs. idk i like myself

53. Favourite makeup brand? i dont wear makeup

54. Favourite store? this is a duplicate question.

55. Favourite blog? uhm.

56. Favourite colour? black/grey/light pink/raspberry/celery green

57. Favourite food? cheese, cheddar brats, spinach, chocolate chip cookies, milkshakes

58. Last thing you ate? rice w beef, spinach, egg and soy sauce

59. First thing you ate this morning? coffee and nutella

60. Ever won a competition? For what? I think so but i cant remember. Oh i think I won an anti-bullying poster competition once.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? lol nopee

62. Been arrested? For what? no

63. Ever been in love? few times now

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? uh. no. cuz i didnt even like the dude.

65. Are you hungry right now? no

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? i only have one real friend so I feel like thats unfair

67. Facebook or Twitter? tumblr.

68. Twitter or Tumblr? still tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now? lol no

70. Names of your bestfriends? no, bc hed not appreciate it

71. Craving something? What? not rn

72. What colour are your towels? grey or floral w pinks and blacks and oranges

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 3

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? yes, usu. 2

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? total? uh. 8?

75. Favourite animal? birbs prob.

76. What colour is your underwear? why?

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate, unless its ice cream. then vanilla

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? berry (any) or cheesecake (also any)

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? grey

80. What colour pants? a darker grey

81. Favourite tv show? uh. i like sherlock.

82. Favourite movie? deadpool probs. or pirates of the Caribbean. or Aladdin. or detective pikachu.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? never seen either

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? never seen either

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? n/a

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? uhm. I cant remember. Probs the black and white one w the scar, or the starfish, or the sea gull

87. First person you talked to today? my sister

88. Last person you talked to today? my best friend

89. Name a person you hate? my past roommate

90. Name a person you love? my best friend

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? my past roommate and most recent ex

92. In a fight with someone? currently? no? ever? yes.

93. How many sweatpants do you have? 5

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? 6

95. Last movie you watched? i dont know

96. Favourite actress? i dunno

97. Favourite actor? i dunno

98. Do you tan a lot? no

99. Have any pets? no

100. How are you feeling? i dont know

101. Do you type fast? yeah

102. Do you regret anything from your past? yeah, but not overly

103. Can you spell well? i think so 

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? no

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? i dont think so, but i want to (w the right people)

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? yeah, oops

107. Have you ever been on a horse? yep

108. What should you be doing? cleaning my house

109. Is something irritating you right now? no

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? yea

111. Do you have trust issues? yea

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? my best friend

113. What was your childhood nickname? B. as in, just the letter

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? yea

115. Do you play the Wii? no

116. Are you listening to music right now? yea

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? not usually

118. Do you like Chinese food? i think so

119. Favourite book? uhm. sherlock (the whole series). the uglies series (scott westerfield). the secret garden. Fahrenheit 451. 1984. 

120. Are you afraid of the dark? no, but sometimes im afraid theres something in it

121. Are you mean? no

122. Is cheating ever okay? no

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? if i want to

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? no

125. Do you believe in true love? im not sure i know what this means

126. Are you currently bored? no

127. What makes you happy? i dont know

128. Would you change your name? no

129. What your zodiac sign? gemini

130. Do you like subway? i cant eat there

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? lol weve been dating for a while now

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? my best friend

133. Favourite lyrics right now? uh. I dont know.

134. Can you count to one million? that would take a month, so no.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? i dont know. probably that i couldnt go to work bc i was “throwing up from a migraine” when i hadnt thrown up (yet).

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? it varies

137. How tall are you? i think im like. 5′8″?

138. Curly or Straight hair? curly. but not consistent

139. Brunette or Blonde? i am a brunette

140. Summer or Winter? winter. i can always wear more clothes

141. Night or Day? night. its quiet and calm

142. Favourite month? august and october

143. Are you a vegetarian? no

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? yes.

145. Tea or Coffee? yes. depends on time of day/year/mood/etc

146. Was today a good day? i dont know

147. Mars or Snickers? mars

148. What’s your favourite quote? “if you cant explain it simply, you dont understand it well enough” -einstien is one of them. but there are more

149. Do you believe in ghosts? i dont know

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “aunt lillian’s footsteps became more distant, became whispers, were gone.”

@ramblebrambleamble i got bored and answered all of them