#okay one google search later and turns out it doesn't.

[ancientschampionau]

RealAgeAU drabble - Moving

Hello I am back and I got another idea for this little silly au that I have @spotaus to thank for for the original idea :3 Though I think this may be officially becoming one of my AUs hahahaha First part Prev Part Next part

Also yes. I know it would work better to number these uploads but also i am not writing these in any set order so it will become miserable for all of us if i number them because either they will be out of order or I will have to rework all the names and I am already editing links I don't need that extra energy in my life.

ANYWAY! :D

Next part! The one I lovingly clal in my head - The one where the gang finds a more permanent temporary home. (also yes. Before this they all speed-run the whole Parental bonding and emotional bonding to the idea of having a babybones. Which honestly can and probably will make four different drabbles)

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Horror stares at the door and wonders once again how he got to this point.

Well, no. That is a lie. He knows exactly how he got to his point.

He glances over his shoulder where the other four at hiding off to the side. Out of view from the doorway but still visable for Horror if he looks just right. Seems like Dust won the discussion, again, and is holding Nightmare, again.

Horror wants to say it is surprising how quickly they all just... accepted the situation they got into but he really isn't. Monsters are weird like that. Forced adoption is not that wild all things considered when you are talking about beings made of magic and emotions.

Horror stares at the door and raises his hand before knocking twice.

He really hadn't wanted to do this but they have no other choice. As he waits he can't help but think back to what made them decide this.

Cross walks from side to side "That was way to close! That was the third time we came across the Stars with Nightmare out. Third!"

Killer nods from where he is sitting wiht the sleeping Nightmare in his lap "Yeah no kidding. It is annoying as shit that they are hunting us."

Dust shrugs "Not surprising. Nightmare 'disappeared' after all. We are their only lead."

Killer grins "We were lucky Cross managed to lie his way out of the last one." and he shoots Cross a wink.

Cross sputters "I panicked!"

Killer grins and winks "Sure sure daddy crossy."

Horror holds up his hands between his two... co-parents "This is not the time. We need to figure out where we can go." and he thinks things over.

Cross sighs "I don't get how they keep finding us!"

Dust huffs as he packs their bags "We go to too little universes. Makes it easy for Ink and Dream to pick us out because they recognise us personally."

Killer frowns "Meaning. we need a big universe?" he taps his chin "But also mostly positive as we still don't know how obvious Nightmare would be otherwise."

Cross frowns "I think it will be fine. He can't feel the balance anymore right? And no one seems to have a reaction to him like they had before nor how people have a reaction to Dream's aura thing. Maybe with the corruption gone he really is just... ex-guardian now?"

Killer groans "I hope so. I am not a fan of child labor."

That is when it hits him. Horror sits up "I think I know a place."

All of them turn to him and he immediantly regrets saying anything. See? This is why he normally tries to limit what he says.

Either way. Here they are now and Horror prays this works. Please. They need one thing to work in their favor.

The door opens and a gasp "Horror! It has been ages! It is great to see you. How have you been?" Crop smiles at him.

Horror steels his nerves. Come on. Too much hangs on this moment "Hey Crop. Nice to see you. I am... okay. How are you?"

Crop frowns at him instantly "You sure? You don't sound okay. Trouble at home?"

Horror chuckles "Kinda? Not exactly. Euh... Can't go back to that place now?"

Crop frowns "Why? Need a place to stay? I got a spare room."

Okay yes! this is going great! just... gotta make sure he knows.

Horror nods "I do need a room. Not just for me though..." Crop starts to frown and Horror raises his hands "Just temporarily!"

Crop frowns "Did... something go wrong?"

Horror pauses and thinks this through once more. He trusts Crop. Crop has never been anything but kind even when Horror had been an ass. Even when he had to once drag Dust here to get healing before they could make the jump back home.

Horror looks to the side and he sees the others just beyond the treeline, hidden in shadows and waiting. Crop takes a look as well but he can't quite spot them. Crop looks back up at him.

Horror takes a deep breath "You need... to promise me, no not just promise you need to swear. That what you are about to learn will not leave this universe."

Crop frowns as he immediantly looks uncomfortable. It is the reaction a promise gets from most of them. But Crop also shoots him a considering look before he nods. He holds out a hand "I swear and promise I will not share the about to be giving information. UNLESS! It endangers anyone." and he waits.

Horror stares at the hand and thinks. That... That is fine right? That should be fine. Nightmare being a child doesn't endanger anyone. Only them and Nightmare. Horror nods and shakes the hand.

Crop nods and steps aside "Come inside. I bet you will be more comfortable explaining there." he glances at the forest "Do your... friends? Want to come in too?" a guess clearly. probably on multiple fronts.

Horror shakes his skull "Not yet. Need to know your answer and reaction first." He turns to the forest and makes a signal to wait a bit longer. He sees a thumbs up shot his way back. Probably Killer. He never bothered with the signals they had learned together.

Crop nods as he steps aside and Horror walks in, having to duck slightly for the door. The door closes behind him and Horror sees the small living room with fireplace.

Crop leads him to the kitchen "Lets talk there. I will get some tea."

A few minutes later they are both seated and with a cup of tea. Crop looks at him expectingly.

Horror takes a deep breath and takes out their most valuable resourch. The Dreamtale book. And places it on the table. Crop frowns at it before looking at Horror.

Horror nods to it "It will help explain... Very long story short... Nightmare was never an adult. He was a child with a magical shield of some type. That magic has ran out."

Crop stares at him for a moment, then he pulls the book closer and starts reading it. He pauses at the title before opening it.

And now he waits.

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Crop sits wiht his skull in his hands. Horror just sits across from him, with his empty cup of tea. Crop's own cup has grown cold a long time ago. Horror just waits for anymore questions but Crop hasn't said anyhting in the last ten minutes.

Horror looks back at the book and sees that Crop has turned the pages back to the one with the drawing of Nightmare's head being cracked open. The image makes a very clear show on how small Nightmare was compared to the ones attacking him.

Horror still thinks the book doesn't do it justice. Nightmare is much smaller in person than the picture makes him seem. The cracks had been much worse than the picture showed. But it is the closest they got.

Crop finally sighs and speaks. He doesn't look away from the picture "I don't... Know a lot about this whole... multiverse stuff. It isn't my place at all. And that is fine." he pauses for a moment "But this... You are telling me... That the one being that had everyone afraid. That everyone saw as a demon. Is a child... is this child?"

Horror nods before he explains more "Nightmare... gained a lot of magic and powers when he ate those apples. At least that is what the story implied. We haven't managed to get him to tell us yet, mostly because well... he is six again." Crops pulls a face as well, yeah. Horror agrees. A PTSD filled six year old is not easy. But they are managing.

Horror nods "so... What Cross nad Dust think what happened is that... The magic and negativity of the apples bond itself to Nightmare. Which game him the magic and powers he would use. The connection to the balance because the apples were part of the balance. and more importantly, an adult form and mind to fit all the magic. There was just no way all that magic and energy would have fit a babybones. Especially one that hadn't shown much magic beforehand." an assumption on their end as Nightmare was never said to use magic in the book.

"We think... We think that this magic of the apples just. ran out. We had been in battle at the time and Nightmare had been hit but it shouldn't have had that much of an effect. it was the same type of attack he had been hit by before. Dust thinks it was just the last bit of magic that the apples had having run out. Meaning that with the magic and energy so went the form." all a theory of course. But it is the only thing they have.

Crop nods as he clearly thinks "And as he was suddenly an adult. instead of just being afraid and scared. all that pain and emotions took a more violent turn. As he was an adult and was suddenly able to realise that it was unfair which made him angry..." Crop pauses.

Crop glares back at the table and shakes his skull "It is... It is a whole story about victim blaming. A victim is blamed for the abuse they suffered. They are made to believe they deserve it and should be abused. Then as soon as they fight back and defend themselves they are seen as guilty." Crop takes adeep breath as he leans back "What I don't get... Why come here? I can't help with any of this."

Horror shakes his skull "This isn't about any of the big stuff. We don't even care about it. We just... Nightmare is himself again. His real self." he taps the page lightly "Not his aged-up self that the corruption enabled him to be."

Crop stares before his face changes to shock "You are trying to hide him." Then a frown "Why not go to your own home? Has it been compromised?"

Horror snorts "At this point? probably." a confused look and Horror continues "Nightmare used his magic to shield off an universe and make a castle." he shrugs at the glance "Nightmare likes to read. I imagine he liked to read back then too. He may have been an adult technically but he was still a child at soul. Child him wanted a home and wanted that to be a castle and adult him made it happen... probably... that is Killer's theory at the moment."

Crop laughs and nods "Suonds reasonable- oh... and with his magic disappearing."

Horror sighs "When I left his universe the castle had already been decaying..."

Crop frowns "Left? The five of you you mean?"

Horror looks to the side and feels the shame return "We.... we did not react well... when we saw the changes at first... we... we obviously dind't know what was going on and well." he looks down "We abandoned him. I know it was wrong and stupid and we all regret it. We came back but we still did it." shame.

shame shame shame shame shame shame shame-

A hand on his shoulder. Horror glances up and Crop smiles at him "It is okay. You are trying to fix it now right? obviously. Not cool that you abandoned a child... but it can be nerve wrecking. Suddenly going from a position where a person is mostly guiding you, to going to a position where you suddenly are responsible over that same person."

Horror looks to the side "We still left." he can't believe they just left!

Crop nods "But you returned." he grins "And you are trying to fix it."

Horror nods again "We are..." he chuckles "Not that we have been doing a good job at it. Jumping from place to place."

Crop hums "So you are looking to settle, at least for a little bit, while also hidding. Why this universe?"

Horror nods "Yeah..." He looks to the side "We... we don't know how everyone will react. To him being like this. Maybe they will react well. Maybe not. We don't want to risk it. Risk him."

Crop stares at him for a long time and nods "There must be better places?"

Horror shakes his skull "The Stars kept finding us. Dust figured out we needed a big universe that leans towards positive. Yours is one of those. It is one of the wider and bigger ones. And overall leaning towards positive."

Crop frowns "It can't be the best one..."

Horror shrugs but continues "True... there are bigger and more positive ones. But those are busy. Many people. many places. Yours is quieter. more empty. Gives peace and room to work from."

Crop frowns as he taps his chin. He thinks deeply before sighing "You guys got any type of backstory we can use? The multiverse thing isn't a known thing here and the only reason my brother and I know is because you crash landed here."

Horror blinks "You will let us stay?"

Crop nods "Sure." and he grins "Can't kick out four parents with a babybones." and he gets up.

Horrro shakes his skull "That isn't... Well I mean technically." He knows that Killer has come close to killing quite a few people with how protective he has grown over Nightmare and that isn't even including the motherhenning of Cross nor the clinginess that Dust has.

Crop chuckles as he nods towards the stairs "The attic is messy and should be cleaned but can be used by you four, well five. There is an old bed and an old lounge chair up there." more thoughtful "How big is he exactly? we will need some clothes. Probably also get a healer to check him if he is developing okay after all those magical shenanigans."

Horror stares for a moment before smiling "Thank you... I know it is a lot."

Crop shrugs as he opens the linnen closet "Horror. Taking care of milking all the cows on your own is a lot. Having to fix your roof in the middle of a thunderstorm is a lot." He straightens his spine with blankets in his arms "Helping a friend and his friends who have somehow aqcuired a babybones, while strange, does not compare to either of those. Now get your friends out of those woods. They will make the animals nervous." he grins "I am excited to be one of the first ones to meet the real Nightmare."

Horror smiles as he packs his book and goes towards the door. "Thanks again Crop."

Crop waves it off as he moves the piles upstairs.

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Boom! and they are staying in FarmTale for now! Horror and Crop are homies and Dust is more of an acquaintance of Crop but it works. Aged-up Nightmare knew that Horror had an universe he liked to visit but never demanded details. *shrugs* Nightmare didn't see the point. as long as horror wasn't going to betray him what did it matter he didn't tell him?

Surprise Nightmare, this is your temporary home now. For a bit. or maybe longer? They are still figuring it out.

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[megangovier]

Pairing: Stepdad! Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel asked you to borrow your laptop to search for work stuff, but something caught his eye. As he clicked on it a smirk grew on his face. He had found your Tumblr account filled with fics of older men and your deepest dark fantasies.

No mention of y/n

wc- 738

Cw: 18+ only | smut | use of daddy| biting | oral! f | manhandling | dirty talk | degrading | slight choking | masturbation!m | dry humping | spanking | Minors do NOT interact!

Joel had knocked on your bedroom door coming in to ask if he could borrow your laptop, you agreed and gave it to him. As Joel opened up your laptop, sitting on the corner of your bed you had just gone out to get two coffees and a few cupcakes from Starbucks which was only a few blocks away from the house, as Joel was about to open up a tab on google, he clicked on the tab that was already opened. Called "Tumblr" as he scrolled down on your dashboard what looked like fics appeared.

As he clicked on the first one and looked through it a chuckle escaped his throat "damn, didn't know she was this needy for dilfs, what a slut." the more he looked through the fics you wrote of older men and what you wanted them to do to you the more his pants were becoming a tent. Joel moved up to the headboard, got comfortable and slipped his hand down his pants.

Half an hour later...

Joel was still on your bed, with his hand around the bars of the headboard. Gripping tightly, knuckles turning white flushed face growls and groans escaped his throat. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but that dirty mind of yours has got him to where he is now grabbing the headboard bars and the other hand down his kelvin Kleins. Joel was so close to his high but heard the downstairs door open, quickly getting his hand out his pants, putting the laptop on home screen and rushing to the bathroom he washed his hands, sorted himself out and came out the bathroom to go downstairs to get his coffee and cupcake.

Joel and you were sitting at the table opposite each other enjoying iced cold brew and tasty treat to go with it, but in mind he was thinking of a different kind of treat that glistening honeypot between those thick thighs of yours. Side eyeing you he was still surprised by what you wrote about men who were over 15+ years older than you, you seemed so innocent like an angel to him, but he guesses he doesn't know you at all. As time went on you both were sat on the couch wrapped in a blanket watching tv.

As a commercial came on Joel looked at you, clearing his throat ready to ask you a question "Can I um- ask you something?" looking at his beautiful brown eyes that you've always loved "sure" you said. Turning his body to imitate yours, he looked up at the ceiling then back to you "so when I was on your laptop to find something out, I came across this tab that was already opened and clicked on it" Looking at him, face white, eyes widened. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "Oh god, you didn't read those fics did you?" Joel scratched the back of his head looking up.

Getting up from the couch and rushing upstairs to your bedroom, grabbing your laptop and opening it, your heart racing and sweat dripping down your neck, hand shaking you clicked on Tumblr and could see he had looked at your fics. Joel grabbed you from behind, a squeal escaped your mouth. "it's okay bunny, it's only daddy." a whine left your throat. His breath was on your neck biting your ear making you grind up against him. Taking the laptop from your hands putting it on desk beside your bed, he pushed you onto the mattress.

His chest to your back, a hand wrapped around your throat from behind, his lips to your ear. "Daddy will be extremely careful with you little one, unless you say otherwise". Knees on the floor, Joel hiked up your skirt. grabbing your panties, sliding them down he inhaled the sweet scent. "Damn baby, you smell good, now let's see if you taste like it".

Grabbing your thighs from behind he slipped his warm tongue inside, a moan left your throat. Growling into your honeypot a whine left your lips. "Fuck, I could spend hours between your legs, so warm and sweet." as your legs started to shake, he knew you were close. "Come on baby, cum all over my fucking face" he said aggressively. The words made goosebumps crawl over your skin, a hand spanked your ass hard, making you come undone all over his pretty face.

"Well done baby."

@toxicrecs @toxicanonymity💗

[theorphicangel]

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Tags: enemies to lovers, college au, smut, 18+, slow burn,

Synopsis: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single, brooding man in possession of a good future in genetics, must be in want of a girlfriend.

Or at least a fake one to get his family off his back.

(college au & fake dating trope ft my favourite grumpy man who doesn't fall first but ends up falling harder. ouch.)

Taglist: @oharasfilipinawife @palesatan @yougavemeyourheartyouknow @amelialysm @crimin4llyins4ne @strawberryjuice9 @beezusvreeland @faretheeoscar

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chapter 3: war and anything but peace

“Are you still upset by that review?” Lyla prompts, chewing her morning toast loudly in front of you.

You groan aloud in response to her comment, auditory proof that if it wasn’t obvious enough by your body language and mood for the past forty eight hours, yes, you were still pissed.

That bastard almost cost you your job. Your very first job in fact since you had made it to college and he had almost made you lose it.

“I swear if I see him around on campus today, there’s no promise that I’ll stop myself from drop-kicking him.” you warn in a low tone as you peer into the fridge searching for something to eat.

Your shoulders drop in disappointment as the bare white corners of the refrigerators grimly greet you and your hungry stomach, guess you’ll just have to go grocery shopping later.

But for now you think that you can settle on an omelette to satisfy your needs. You take what you need and head over to the counter to prepare your breakfast.

The meeting on customer etiquette wasn’t too bad. Steve was…nice about it in a slightly condescending way. You just wished that you were given a chance to explain yourself from your own perspective, to try and prove that you weren’t actually trying to be rude.

Although, an upside of the meeting was that you’re now being taught on how to use the machines properly in the cafe.

“He almost cost me my job, Ly’.“ you note to your roommate, cracking two eggs into a bowl before whisking.

“Ah see, key word: almost.” She points out gleefully. “From an optimistic point of view, you still have your job right?”

You huff as you whisk, muttering. “Barely.” Your motions fastened quickly, gripping the whisk tightly. The thought of him proudly posting that comment makes you want to rage and you do so, letting your anger out on the current task of whisking eggs.

You groan aloud again, pouring the beaten eggs into the pan. “I just still can’t believe he did that to me. He barely fucking knows me.”

“Mhmm, like you’ve been saying for the past two days.”

“He’s publicly humiliated me, and now the whole campus knows that I’m the shitty barista at the cafe.”

“Not everyone–” Lyla quips up, a light smile drawn over her lips. “No one reads google reviews, if he really wanted to hurt you he’d go on yelp.” she snorts.

“Lyla, that’s not funny.” you deadpan, turning to face her.

She raises her hands, seated at the table. “Okay, okay, it’s not like I’ll give him any ideas, I haven't even met the guy myself.”

“It’s hard to miss him.” you mutter under your breath, specifically referring to his height.

“What was that?” Lyla posed, not hearing your response.

“Nothing, nothing, m’sorry I just…it was really embarrassing having to be talked down to by my manager about not doing my job properly, like it was so condescending. If I mess up one more time, then I thinkI’m gone for good Ly’. Even MJ was surprised to hear me come back.”

“Maybe you should get revenge.” Lyla notes, finishing up the last of her toast.

“What? Like murder him?”

“Woah, woah, hey there missy I wasn’t thinking about going that–“

“I was joking Lyla.”

A silence creeps in between the two of you, the sound of the eggs frying and Lyla’s crunch of toast being the only sounds in the room. As the scent of the omelette rose in the kitchen, you let yourself get carried away by your thoughts. Only a little bit. You know you said that you wouldn’t think about it anymore but you just can’t stop thinking about wrapping your hand around his large, veiny…

“I think you’re burning your omelet.” Lyla interrupts suddenly and as a result forces you to unconsciously squeak out your ongoing thoughts.

“Neck!” you say aloud.

“What?”

“What?” you repeat after her, dazed and confused.

“I said I think you’re burning your breakfast, babe.”

“Oh shit—”

/

Following your public mishap, you’ve returned to work. Eager to start over on a new leaf. MJ shows you all the basic tricks and shortcuts needed for the job which you note step by step in your head.

It goes smoothly, once you clock in. You make sure to smile at every customer, greet them with a cheerful tone, and try hard to put in all of your efforts to make up for what happened last week. So far it looks like no one really knows about the bad review online and you loosen up at the thought.

Lyla was right, you think. You had absolutely nothing to worry about.

MJ agrees too, praising you a few hours into your shift. “You’ve seemed to handle it well. Most people would have crumbled for good after having a talk with Steve.” You nod eagerly at her words, your eyes brightening up slightly.

“Have you thought about what you’ll do if he comes in again?” She asks, referencing back to your crude insult directed at him.

Sure, you had thought about a way to get revenge. In fact you had compiled a list of ways to get him to delete the review, that’s the only way that you’ll truly be able to move on from the situation.

Hesitating, you think about your answer before you speak, choosing from the list of possible methods to convince him.

“I’ll kill him with kindness.” you say, smiling before you hand the next customer a drink.

MJ hums. “And if that doesn’t work?”

“Then I’ll make him regret it.”

That’s all you get the chance to say before the devil himself walks into the cafe. MJ gives you a nudge, signaling you to get back to the till and take his order. This is the first time you’ve seen him since you’ve found out about the review.

Pulling on a fake smile and exaggerating your cheerful tone, you greet the tall and brooding customer in front of you.

“Good morning, what would you like today?” you greet, an eager smile on your face.

Miguel cocks up a brow, peering down at you. You don’t seem bothered in the slightest. He wonders if you’ve even read the comment yet.

“Coffee, milk, no sugar.” His face remains deadpan. You hum lightly, tapping his order into the till. You watch him pay, swiping his card without a second glance.

“I’ll bring it right over for you.”

MJ prepares his order for him whilst you get through the rest of the queue.

Just like before, you walk over to his table, isolated from the rest of the people in the cafe. You figure that he’s a loner in general and judging by his behavior, it’s not hard to see why.

“The nerve that you have.” you murmur, practically placing down his coffee with aggression. So much so that the hot liquid overspills on the table.

“Excuse me?” He frowns, his brows furrowed deeply, creating a crease.

Awh. He’s playing innocent.

“Your review. I saw it.”

He takes a moment before speaking again, his frown now switching back to a sort of smug face.“I was wondering if you saw that.” He mumbles. “What’d you think about it?”

That smile. That goddamn smile. You think you picked up his eyes lighting up just as the pure mention of the review. What a sadistic man.

You hold back a smirk as his eyes meet yours. They’re playful, teasing. He barely knows who you are yet plays into the temptation of learning how to push your buttons.

You batter your eyelashes on purpose, remembering to stick to your method of kindness.

“Anything else I can get for you, Miguel?”

His name slips easily from your mouth in a sultry tone. You weren’t really expecting that to come out of you and judging by the way that Miguel’s eyes widened slightly, you think that he wasn’t expecting it either. He sort of likes the way you make his name sound like that.

“Nope I’m good for now, nena. Pretty good service today, maybe last week was a fluke.”

“Maybe it was.” you say and suddenly your hopes are raised. Here’s your chance.

“Perhaps my service is good enough to take down the review now?” you propose, a smile printed across your face falsely. You take out a tissue from the metal box on his table and lean down to wipe away the split remnants of his coffee.

Your face is so close to his, you can practically feel his eyes bore into your skull as you wipe his table clean.

Miguel is so focused on you that he doesn’t even notice the words slipping from his lips. “I’ll think about it.”

“Really?” You glance up, now eye-level with him as you’re half bent over the table. Miguel leans closer to you, his face just a few centimeters away from yours. Your stomach fills with anxiety and apprehension but you’re not really sure why. His eyes never leave yours and you’re fighting every single muscle in your body to keep your own latched onto his own brown and intimidating eyes.

Miguel hums lowly, his voice low and rough as he whispers. “But you’re gonna have to try better than that if you want the review taken down, nena. I can practically smell the desperation from you. It’s…sad.”

Right there and then you swore that you have never wanted to kick a guy in the balls. His cocky attitude, the way that he looks down at you when he stands from his table,

You take a deep breath, shutting your eyes. You stand up fully, crumpling the paper tissue in your hand. “Fine. Keep your stupid review.”

“What?”

“Keep it up. You’ll regret it.”

Miguel snorts, clearly judging you. “Should I be scared?”

“I dunno’…should you?” you say, tilting your head. This time you’re not afraid to keep eye contact with him. He doesn't scare you and you shouldn't let him know how intimidated you are by him.

The two of you observe each other for a few seconds, waiting to see who’ll back down first. Your fists are clenched by your sides, your body and mind screaming at you to look away.

And unfortunately, you give in to your natural instincts.

Miguel opens his mouth to say something to you, probably something to tease you even more until his phone buzzes in his pocket. He immediately pulls it out and reads an incoming message that’s popped up on his home screen.

That frown that you once saw at the beginning of the conversation had now returned. This time his expression seemed a little more…unsettled.

“I gotta go.” He says abruptly, before downing his latte. Your eyes can't help but notice the way that his Adam apple moves as he drinks the beverage, causing the uneasy tension to return back to your stomach… again.

“You should get back to work.” He mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Don’t keep the queue waiting because then you’ll actually start living up to the review y’know?”

You’re quick to open your mouth to voice back a quick-witted reply when MJ calls out your name. You turn back to see her glancing over at you from the coffee machines.

“Hey! A little help here?”

Your shoulders sag at the thought of leaving your task unaccomplished. Shuffling away from his table, you move back to your station, entirely missing the way that Miguel turns back to look at you before he leaves.

Looks like he wins this one.

For now.

You - Nil

Miguel - 1

lmk if you would like to be tagged! tysm for reading <3

[flowers-in-bloom13]

Another pjo fanfic I made and posted on AO3. This one is still being continued. Here are all the 3 parts of it!!! Btw it is Valgrace. And hurt/comfort<3

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Chapter 1. lonely hearts club

''--and then I said 'he's literally just a guy. hit him with your car' but it turns out she doesn't have a car so--'' Piper said, retelling an old story from the wilderness school. ''huh?'' Jason said. ''sorry I didn't catch that..'' Piper looked at him with a concerned expression, her eyebrows furrowed. ''you okay, Jase?'' she said. ''you've been zoning out a lot recently..'' ''yeah...yeah I'm fine'' Jason said trying to reassure Piper with a smile. ''if you say so..'' Piper tried to erase the concern from her face.

~~~~~Later that evening~~~~~

Jason was laying in his bed , starting at the celling contemplating his feelings...his feelings for Piper. ''do I really love her?'' he thought.

''oh no...why......why am I questining this? of course I love her!'' but did he really?

his heart felt lonely.

Chapter 2. Jason's google search history: Am I gay, Am I gay quiz, how to know if you're gay.

Notes:

SOMTHING IMPORTANT: in this fanfic Leo made phones and tech and things that don't attract monsters. why? because plot. ALSO: this goes for the whole fanfic but I'm really sorry if/when any of the characters seem ooc.

also a note to all my friends: if I ever get isekai'd you better be coming with me.

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Jason was understandably confused about the situation. ''I don't know what to do anymore...'' he thought. ''I should- I do like Piper...right..?''

why was he so confused. It's his feelings he should know how he feels, it's what he thinks. if only it where that simple...

Jason sits up and takes out his phone and goes to google. ''am I gay'' he types.

he's far too scared to press search, so he deletes it. he lays back down. staring up at the celling again.

contemplating his feelings. ever since the bitch Hera erased his memory he's not known which of his feelings are real and which are not.

does he love Piper? he's been wondering that for awhile now. he keeps ''zoning out'' because of it. Jason decides to google it anyway. ''how to know if you're gay'' he types but he's too scared to actually look at anything that comes up.

he types ''Am I gay quiz'' he clicks on the first result, its a buzzfeed quiz. he takes the quiz. he gets his result. ''Traditional labels are meaningless!'' he reads the description. ''"Gay," "Straight," "Male," "Female"... There's a lot more to the world than those blunt terms encompass! You get to define yourself, and you're free to celebrate your sexuality — or lack of — however you choose! Hurrah!'' Jason reads it, his heart beating, ''oh.'' is all that escapes his mouth. he hears a thump -the Stolls summoning a demon again, probaly- and gets scared and closes the tab and deletes his search history.

'Maybe I should go see Leo in bunker 9'' Jason says aloud.

~~~~~At bunker 9~~~~~

'Hey, Leo...I hope you don't mind me barging in here..'' Jason says closing the door to bunker 9. ''oh hey, Jase!'' Leo says with a grin on his face while he works on fixing the argo 2.

''sooo.....'' Jason doesn't know what exactly to say. he can't just come in here and say ''oh hey, man, I'm not sure if I like my girlfriend anymore, oh also I might like men.'' well...technically he can...

''soo...erm....I need to talk to you about something'' Jason says hesitantly

''oooo got a secret?'' Leo teases. ''you could say that..'' Jason replies.

Leo realizes that this probably isn't the time for teasing. Jason and Leo sit down on the floor next to each other.

''I...I'm not sure if I liker Piper anymore...'' Jason explained. ''In fact...I'm not sure if I ever liked her at all..'' ''hm...well that's a....problem...'' Leo replies. Jason looks down toward the floor. ''yeah...it is...''

''This might sound crazy but.. maybe you should tell her?'' Leo explains. Jason looks back up at Leo. ''but...I.. she'll be sad or mad..'' he says. ''She'll be happier if you do tell her'' Leo says. ''you think so?'' Jason asks hesitantly. ''I never think, Jase'' Leo replies.

~~~The next day~~~

Piper is enjoying the picnic her and Jason are having in the strawberry field. Jason...not so much...he's dreading telling Piper that he may not love her. ''It's such a beautiful(Selina beauguard much?) day, the clouds, the blue sky, the birds chirping, Clarisse threatening to kill Percy..'' Piper exclaims. ''yeah...it is...'' Jason replies ''you okay, Jase?'' Piper asks. Jason takes a shaky breath and looks down. ''the truth is, I'm not fully sure if I....If I like you'' ''Romantically I mean! I do know that I like you but only...as a friend, maybe? I'm still not sure yet...'' Jason explains ''oh...that's...erm....'' Piper says ''I'm glad you're figuring yourself out, Jase'' ''you're not mad?'' Jason looks surprised, maybe even a little shocked, ''you're not mad?'' Jason asks in surprise. ''No. I'm not'' Piper said. Jason starts to tear up. ''I love you, Pipes, I'm not sure if it's romantic or not but I love you'' Jason says. Piper pulls him into a hug. ''I love you too, Jase, I'm glad you're starting to figure out who you are after...Hera'' Piper smiles lovingly at Jason.

Chapter 3.

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Jason was laying in his bed, wonding, how Piper was so kind and supportive of Jason maybe not loving her romantically - until he heard a knock at the door of cabin one.

Jason got up and opened the door. It's the Stoll brothers. ''Hey, Jasie!'' said Connor...or Travis. it was impossible to tell. ''erm...'' Jason exclaimed ''what are you doing here? and so late as well, It's what 10:30?''

The Stoll's looked at each other and laughed, then looked back at Jason.

''well we're having a...'event' over at the Hermes cabin!'' said one of the Stoll's. ''and we're here to invite you! trust me, there's alcohol!'' said the other butting in.

*so that's why they where laughing...* Jason thought, *wait...Alcohol...*

''uhm...I think I'll have to skip this one..''

''but...!'' the one on the left said, ''You can't skip itttt!'' the other one sarted to speak, '' yeah! you can't! come on Jasiee. stop being such a party-pooper!''

Jason sighed, ''fine. I'll come to your party...'' ''Great!!'' exclaimed one of the Stoll brothers.

Jason wasn't enjoying the party all that much so many...drunk people.. It remined him of his mother. she was always drunk

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I'm obviously not the best at writing...also for the "am I gay" quiz result,

I took an actual "am I gay" quiz and answered how I think Jason would and copy/pasted the result... Also I'm sorry it's so rushed- I just really want to get to a certain part. Also my username on AO3 iz "W_itch_With_A_B" if you want to find me on there. Also I wrote the fic in the early rif the morning...it's currently 00:23 rn actually!

[alittledizzy]

7 and 17

things you said that i wish you hadnt from this prompt post

"Did you find the screenshots yet?" Phil asks.

"Yes," Dan says, stomping across the room. "I found the fucking screenshot."

He comes back two minutes later with a tub of ice cream (Phil's ice cream, the full dairy one that he has to take a tablet with so he can digest properly) and a bottle of rose.

Phil scrunches up his face sympathetically. "That bad?"

"Don't know what you mean," Dan says. He grabs a coffee mug and peers into it.

"Just had water in it," Phil says.

Dan fills it three quarters full of rose and then pushes it toward Phil. Then he takes a drink straight from the bottle.

"Can I do anything?" Phil asks.

"Yeah, tell me that it doesn't matter how much I fucking want something for a fucking video, never google image search my own name in relation to anything prior to 2018."

"Want a cuddle?" Phil asks.

Dan shakes his head. "No. Just gonna take this bottle of wine and this ice cream and go dwell in the darkness regretting my existence."

Phil lets him go without pushing. Sometimes Dan just needs to cry in an empty room to get it out of his system. Phil managed to work through how own emotions in response to that impulse years ago, and it's been better for them both since.

He sips the mug that Dan left him and then with an idle sense of curiosity and mild foreboding, picks up his phone and types dan howell 2010 screenshot into google. He taps on the link that takes him to images, and immediately understands what drove Dan to the dire combination of actual dairy and alcohol.

There are pictures of Dan, of course. Stills from videos and pictures of the two of them together, all fairly innocent and nostalgic.

But most of what he finds is Dan's social media statements captured forever in time. There are a couple he distinctly remembers, but he can't recall the when and where of most of them. It's strange, he always thinks, how people on the internet know their past selves so much more than Dan and Phil do. When Phil thinks about himself this long ago, he thinks about the growth and the journey to who he is now. But this Dan - and this Dan's Phil - might as well still be actual real people existing in this moment because of the energy that goes into preserving them.

Phil opens a few of them, scrolling through. Most are Dan talking about him. Phil wants to find Dan's old affections, so earnest and public, as endearing as old love letters should be. But instead he feels desperate and exposed, chest and throat prickling with heat at the way it's beyond his control to censor who gets to see these versions of themselves.

His eyes land on an image of himself in a blue checked shirt making a heart with his hands. It gives him a flash of deja vu so strong it nearly turns his stomach. He puts his phone down, then picks it back up and makes sure to back out of the tab so he won't jumpscare himself with it later.

He can't go back in time and take Dan's hands away from the keyboard. He can't go back and delete that video before people see it. He can't do anything about the past except pretend it doesn't exist in favor of looking toward the future.

He knocks back the rest of the mug of wine and gets up, leaving his phone on the sofa. "Dan," he calls out, barging into the office.

Dan's eyes are red. "What?" He asks.

"Come on," Phil says. "We're going to the cinema."

"I can't," Dan says. "I'm working on-"

"We are going to the cinema," Phil says again, firmly. "We can decide what we want to see when we get there."

Dan locks eyes with him and then gives in. "Okay," he says, pushing the blanket he'd wrapped himself in off of his shoulders. The wheels of the office chair roll over it as Dan pushes away from the desk. "But I'm picking."

[nya-dragonaxi]

Guys holy shit I need to tell you about one of my dreams I just had

Ok so it was 3 girls and their mom hanging out but once they got home turns out the mom is a bitch and is asking her daughters each 5$ to stay at home every month when the oldest doesn't anything older than 13, I think this is referring partly to a movie I saw in class. I was in the house too so was like fuck it and we escaped. And then there was Yelena and she was like "Yea I'm taking these kids". Blurry stuff and then we were into some sort crossover with mha (it's been ages since I've watched it) so there were a bunch of super heroes I think my brain invented around us and apparently we had to go search for some weird stuff happening somewhere. Idk when that happened but smh we were covered in black/purple paint entirely and the place we went was like Space but with invisible walls ? Anyway, point is, one of the heroes who was with us could make black holes and he did make one. Then it's a bit blurry but basically the paint made us completely immune to his black holes and Yelena just... Picked up the black hole and put it in her pocket to use later. Like ????? Okay cool cool, whatever. We arrive at the place (By the time we got here, the paint was gone) where some girl, still looking like an anime character but in a more general style if that makes sense. Anyway she basically played billiard (Google translate told me that was the word but I'm not sure) with the goddamn planets ??? It wasn't the real ones but geez. Then it got blurry again and we got separated from the group and we were in my grandma's house with another girl and there was a Spamton plushie too. We were waiting in case there was something that would happen and I picked up the Spamton plushie and told Yelena if she uses the black hole, she has to protect him

And I woke up

[yushox]

Confession

Days after moving in George was laying in his new bed, staring up at his new, non-leaking, ceiling.

He sleepily strokes Patches little head. Smiling contently as he thinks.

There was that whole twitchcon thing, a fake Florida sign in the garage and a second kitten put away in cat quarantine because lil guy is apparently still scared to come out of that room and still healing from a surgery.

A meetup and a banter episode later he finally put his foot down and took a break. He needs some time away from social media and fame. You know, because he literally just moved in with Sapnap and Dream.

And wow, isn't that just crazy? He is now living with his best friends, that he basically considers family at this point, in another country nonetheless.

Fuck... thoughts about Dre-Clay... whatever, he could deal with them in England pretty okay. But not here.

He still remembers awkward family dinners where he was asked if he has a girlfriend yet. Not that he isn't straight, it's just that... theres only one person on his mind constantly. How does he explain that to family he knows wont accept it?

He still feels scared, hetero-flexible that's what the google searches said. But his parents wouldn't ever understand.

Suddenly someone knocks "Hey gogy, breakfasts ready."

"I'll be down in a minute!" he smiles involuntarily at just hearing Dreams voice.

Patches stands up and mrrs, running to the door and scratching at the wood without claws, wanting to be with her dad.

"Okay okay Patches lets go." he opens the door and sighs as the cat darts out of his room straight to Dream.

Dream chuckles and picks the girl up, petting her.

Their eyes meet.

They both are well aware that they should talk.

Patches snuggles her nose into dreams collarbone.

"Aww" he coos and quickly stops himself blushing.

Dream sighs "We should probably talk soon, it's not like either of us are dense, we figured out how we felt for each other years ago on call. So I think it's best we talk.. soon. Eye to eye."

He, he knows Dream is right, but be still doesn't feel ready "I know... can... can Sap be there during that talk too?"

Dream looks like he's about to object, he wouldn't be doing anything wrong either, Sapnap is family, but not close enough to be inserted in their private matters.

Except neither him nor Dream really care "..Sure."

They then go to eat breakfast. Sapnap already there scarfing food down like some sort of wild animal "oh hey.. you took a while, did you finally confess and start to make out?"

Both addressed men blush like tomatoes "No." "Nope!"

Sapnap raises an eyebrow.

Dream sighs, and talks.

The man doesn't stop until he has said everything that he hid into his heart, the crush on George, the fear of rejection, just.. everything.

Sapnap just keeps eating.

George keeps quiet a bit before talking as well, turns out he felt pretty much the same.

Sapnap stops eating "Just kiss already you constipated assholes."

The two blush but decide against the advice, not yet ready for that. They may never be ready to get that close. But at least it feels nice to get those feelings out of their system. Even better is the knowledge that this would never change their friendship.

[conceptmakerz]

Event management job in Delhi

Getting ready for your wedding is a big time responsibility. Couples and families normally go through hours ironing out the subtleties of their service and gathering. 

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When you sort out their assets and interests, you'll have a superior feeling that you have the best organizers with you. And you are sorted. 

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Everybody has their rendition of a wedding course of events and financial plan. However, that doesn't mean it will accommodate your wedding at every turn. Request that your organizer tweaks the timetable to fit how long it will take to organize and set up the plan of the wedding. The equivalent goes for the financial plan. Request that your organizer assists you with redoing the financial plan to accommodate your needs. If you are okay with what they suggest or guide you, you can relax. 

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A wedding organizer consistently speaks with flower specialists, caterers, DJs, journals, flyers, cards and invites, e-cards/e-invites, hair specialists, and photography and pre-wedding photoshoot. They can suggest the best category and the latest kind of invites that you can send. This means that it is saving a lot of time wherein you don’t have to sit for long odd hours just to Google out the latest invite ideas. Additionally, the wedding organizer might arrange gives you wouldn't get in any case since they have a continuous relationship with most nearby sellers.

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Getting a seller accompanies a lot of agreements and administrative work. Fortunately, these essential subtleties are important for a wedding organizer's set of working responsibilities. Anticipate that she should peruse (and comprehend!) the fine print, keeping up with correspondence with the merchants and figuring out through any possible problems.

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Most ladies to-be go through hours looking through Pinterest and flipping through marriage magazines looking for new motivation. Be that as it may, an organizer will have incalculable splendid and unique thoughts for your function and gathering, large numbers of which can't be seen on the web. Regardless of whether you need a special focal point or important treat spread, she'll conceptualize something that will take your breath away.

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How are you expected to treat your mother and relatives differently about wedding party subtleties? What amount would it be advisable for you to request that your bridesmaids pay for their dresses? When would it be advisable for you to convey your save-the-dates? A carefully prepared wedding organizer has seen everything, and she'll have the option to direct you through any precarious circumstances that emerge during important day arrangements.

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While your big day, at last, comes around, you'll feel extraordinary realizing that your organizer is assuming responsibility for the setting and merchants, planning operations, and guaranteeing that everything moves along as expected. You won't have to stress over anything. All you need to do is to enjoy your big day with your family and relatives. 

Conclusion – 

Consider your organizer a security net on your big day. In the case of anything turns out badly, they're there to investigate so you will not need to worry. On your big day, your main thing to take care of is to absorb each vital second, which is the reason such countless couples employ a wedding organizer. Trust the star you've recruited to go about their business and let go of control. You'll also be able to spend precious extra time with loved ones instead of worrying about the cake or the missing flower arrangement when you hire a professional. Trust us, you merit some assistance on your big day.

[thetravellingvagrant]

Day 5: In Which I Nearly Go To The Beach

I opted not to set an alarm for this morning, reasoning that my little faint spell in Burger King, the previous day, like an OAP might have, was probably the result of having overstressed myself physically, by carrying by giant heavy bag around for four hours in the sun. Or maybe it was the beginning stages of a sinus infection. Or maybe it was both. I am a lucky, lucky boy.

I awoke then at the luxurious time of around half past nine. I still felt horrible, but presumably much better than if I had pushed myself to wake up forty five minutes earlier as I had been doing on previous days.

I considered taking my first rest-day of the trip. I had, though, due to various time constraints and bus schedules, only booked for to spend a single full day in Faro, which it did seem a shame to waste in bed. 

I hoisted myself quasi-vertical and began to search for stuff to do. There wasn't much… Faro appears to be one of those places where every TripAdvisor suggestion seems to begin with “you can reach this other, much better place if you just take an hour long ferry ride and then two buses”. I had neither the time not energy for that kind of faffery, today, nor in fact did any of the ferries appear to be running during the winter months. I decided instead then to just have a quick walk around the perimeter of the town, thereby conquering it and claiming it as my own.

I planned my route to loosely pass through many of the inviting looking parks that the town has to offer (the majority of which did unfortunately end up being a bit shit) and set off into the foggy morning, which was actually quite sunny and also in the early afternoon.

I ambled slowly around, stopping off at -what has to be said was - a 5/10 viewpoint, at best.

Yeah...No, it's...it's pretty fine!

Before winding back into the city, via the only nice park of the day which had all peacocks and quote-unquote ‘art’ all in it.

Yep. That's an art, alright.

And what looked like quite am impressive mosque on Google maps, but actually turned out to be an abandoned takeaway

I hope this doesn't lay my cultural ignorance bare, but this *isn't* a mosque, right?

Before I found myself, once more, in the old town. I had a look at some pretty okay churches, I guess

Yeah...No, it's...it's pretty fine!

And shopped for some basically fine souvenirs, before realizing I was kind of just…done with my plans after only a couple of hours.

I stopped off at the still-quite-foul smelling Faro Pier to eat my lunch of a reasonably nice sandwich and the remainder of an even more foul smelling bag of crisps, the smell of raw sewage being dumped into the ocean not bothering me that much, and in fact, actually being quite a potent reminder of home. Satire.

Without much left to do I decided to head home, making sure to walk past the station on the way, so I had some idea of where I would be catching my bus to Seville the following morning (which may seem like overkill, preparation-wise, but actually proved invaluable the next day, so you can just back off my shit, thanks.) And also plodding through the town graveyard which had a lovely family of cats living in it but did also act as a grim reminder of life's ceaseless march towards to cold, dead earth. 6/10.

I finally got home and immediately had a nap. I awoke an hour later feeling no more rested than I had before I went to sleep, but definitely less coherent, so that was something and set about doing a bit of work, the deadline for which I had been duly ignoring for the last month and which had crept up on me in a very upsetting manner, like a pervert from a bush.

Eventually though, after about two hours, I was free from the yoke of the oppressive mistress that was a fairly insubstantial, straightforward administrative task and felt a familiar rumbly in my tumbly.

I had decided, early on today, that my quasi-rest day would also factor in a quasi-cheat day and I would get myself something right nice for dinner. I had a Google to see what was in the area. Mostly kebabs. Didn't really fancy a kebab, having gone right off them for some unknown reason in the last year; nor did I find myself especially enamoured with any of the recommended local delicacies which appeared to be limited to either a dry pork bun or a plate full of prawns. 

To my shame, then, I found myself, once again, in Burger King, the novelty of it being only a five minute walk from the apartment too much to bare. (The nearest Burger King to my house in Scotland is a ten minute walk. This was a game changer.)

I left with the upsettingly named “brutal bacon” burger meal, a little milkshake and some heavily discounted onion rings due to a mistake on the part of the staff, ensconced myself beneath my duvet and ate the entire thing in my pants while watching an episode of south park and it was brilliant and I will not be shamed for it and I will fight any man, woman or, especially, child who intimates otherwise.

[natsukicookies]

In love with an older woman

Ship: shousuke x f!reader

Summery: shousuke falls in love with an older girl who is also a friend of his older sister.

1,966 words 10,103 characters

Not readpoof

Part 1 || part 2 || part 3

"He left?" Y/n mumbled as she saw komi chan little brother go out in the hallway.

"Y/n chan it's your break time so you can take a rest now" one of her classmates said and she replied with "okay" she then went out to check out the other classes.

Some guys were looking at her since he was wearing an off shoulder maid outfit, But she didn't care.

While she was in the hallway looking around she spotted komi chan's little brother. A key chain fall out of his pocket it seem.

"Ah! The key chain." Y/n speed wallked there while she called out for him but he didn't hear her or at least it seem like so.

She picked up the Keychain and run toward where she last saw him and fortunately she saw him again!. He was looking out the window.

"um komi kun!" Y/n called out to the younger boy as she walked closer. Shousuke stared at the female in front of him who was now trying to catch her breath. "You doped this.." she somehow managed to say in between, And hold the Keychain in font of her.

After finally catching her breath she stood up straight and gave him a closed eye smile. The boy just looked at her with unreadable expression.

"Thanks" he simply said and toke the Keychain then was about to go but was stopped by the 1st year girl "come again" she said with a cheerful voice but then remembered what had happened in the classroom.

"Wait no- those girls will make you uncomfortable again! Uh um" she stuttered and went into her mumbling mood. "Ah if you-.." when she finally looked at the front she noticed he was gone.

Her face hold a frown as she thought 'maybe I was annoying him..'

While in the other hand

shousuke had an unreasonable expression as he was walking away but his heart was feeling quite warm and bubbly. It was a unknown feeling to him and he doesn't like this too so he ignores it.

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Y/n was right now standing in front of komi household. And is nervous.. sure it was not her first time going to komi's home but it was her first time going "alone" which was kinda nerve-wracking.

Y/n ring the door bell and then wait, soon the door opened.

It was shousuke who opened it and as soon as he show her, his lips slightly turned into a line. it was barely noticeable but the h/c haired did not missed it.. "hello.." she greet trying her best to have a happy smile on her face.

But in response she got none. Well if that wasn't upsetting, this sure was. Now she was sure she hated her or something.

"Um I'm here to meet komi-chan.." she said then bite her under lips nervously and fidgeting with her finger.

He just pointed towards the stairs "um I guess I will go to her room?" She mumbled and went in.

Shousuke watched her go up stairs and again he felt it the same exact feeling he got when he first meet her.

"..."

He went to his room and he could hear her laugh and talk clearly since his room is right next to komi's room.

It did no good to him. Y/n voice sounded like a melody to him but he didn't know why.

Later that night he google search what it meant and well... he didn't not like the result it showed.

He did not have a crush on her.. way no! He doesn't even know that girl's name plus who would have a crush on their older sister's friend.. right?

He sigh'ed at how exhausted this thing is making him. Never in his life did he had a crush on someone so why now?

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As the time went y/n and komi chan hang out more often and that mean shousuke had to see y/n more and more which was good? Or bad? He still doesn't know..

By now y/n had been told shousuke doesn't like talking but she still feel as if he hates her. Which was the opposite of what he felt.

Soon shousuke become a high schooler. He thought maybe now he's a high school he might not have a crush on y/n.

Oh how wrong he thought...

Now that he's a high schooler he had to see her more since both of them goes to the same high school. And not only that but there's this annoying girl in his class too that annoys the hell out of him.

Oh poor shousuke..

But now that he goes to the same school as y/n. He can see how she is in school. He's trying to figure her out like when he thinks no one's looking at him he stares at her.

But unfortunately for him, y/n can actually feel him giving her death glares.

So one day when she and komi chan was having a launch together y/n decided to finally ask komi chan.

"Um komi chan can I ask you something?" Komi chan quickly looked up a bit nervous and nodded "does your little brother hates me?"

Komi chan eyes went wide and before she could say something y/n went on "i-i mean I don't know but it seem like he does.." h/c haired girl looked down.

"N....n-no!" Komi chan said but it was barely above a whisper but y/n head and looked up at the girl who was shaking her head.

Actually komi knew her brother doesn't hate y/n since whenever y/n was in their house shousuke always came where y/n was. Making excuses saying he needs something from that room.

Sure at first it looked normal but then she noticed that he would always look at h/c haired girl with the eyes that sure doesn't hold 'hatred'.

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Y/n was at library work today. she had to place all the books in the right shelf.

"Man this is gonna be a long day.." she Sigh'ed looking at all the books.

Shousuke, Hitomi, Ai snd Yamada was studying at the library well shousuke didn't wanted to but was dragged by Hitomi while Ai went because of him and as for yamada well he followed because why not?

While the two girls went to pick soda to drink the 2 male were studying or at least shousuke was. "Woa.."

The woa got the attention of shousuke who then looked where yamada was looking at.

A h/c hair girl was placing the books in the shelf. Wait h/c hair girl...!

It was y/n he realized and it made him mad that yamada was looking at her. So he took the book that was in front of the brown hair male and smack him in the face with it.

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Y/n were too busy to notice the 1st year study group since she wanted to finish the work as soon as possible.

Time passed. Hitomi left then yamada then ai (even though she didn't wanted to) now it was just shousuke and y/n in the library.

Shousuke actually wanted to go home but he just can leave her alone. Since he did took notice of how clumsy she is.

The 2nd year girl steps on the ladder and put the last book on the shelf 'thank God this is the last book because I swear to God i never want to climb this unsteady ladder.' She thought to herself as she step down

but guess what since she called the ladder "unsteady" the ladder decided to fuck her up by falling and also taking her with her.

"EkkAah!" She yelled and closed her eyes shut, as she was falling but she stopped as soon as she felt a pair of hands grab her. She opened her eyes to meet with an pair od worried dark purple eyes.

The ladder was fallen on the ground (probably thinking 'I will take my revenge someday') while there are also some books which falled due to the impact and stuff.

And then finally the 2 teen. Shousuke who is on the ground in a seating position while Also out of breath since he ran to catch her. Y/n in other hand was in shousuke arm and lap kinda overwhelmed at what just happened.

"Are you okay?" The boy asked, Worries clearly shown in his voice and eyes. The girl blind a few time before the realisation hit her very hard and she crawl away at the speed of light to the corner of the library. Her face turning 100 shades of red.

"Y-YEA IM OKAY" she yelled out embarrassed as she looked anywhere but him. The 1st year frown a bit, again it was barely noticeable.

He nodded his head and stood up. he was about to go but a hand stopped him.

He looked behind and saw the 2nd year girl. Honestly he was surprised I mean the girl was in the corner of the library (literally 6 meters away from him) how the hell did she just came here in speed of light..?!

"Your elbow is bleeding though your uniform!" Now that she said he noticed it and the pain suddenly hit him.

But of he didn't show it. Y/n grabbed his arm and dragged him to the infirmary with a "you need to bandage it!"

Also it is a thing now like shousuke getting dragged by girls without his will?.. it seem so it me.

✎ ∙︓⋅⠄✯∘⠄✧

"Take your jacket off" y/n ordered and started looking for alcohol wipe and for bandage on her own since the school nurse is not there.

Shousuke did what he was told and took off his jacket. The female was stood in front of him and took his arm and roll up the sleeves of his shirt.

"It's gonna take soo" she tailed off in the end and not even for a second did she took her eyes off of his injury.

While shousuke never took his eyes off of the girl. This was a side he never saw of her, it's actually making his heart beat a lot faster. He's also worried that the 2nd year girl might heard his heart since she's so close to him right now.

"Why did you save me?" The h/c colored hair mumbled again not looking at him but this time it was from embarrassment.

The male just stare at her and so she went on. "You wouldn't have gotten hurt if you hadn't save me.." she continued but her voice hold guilt "and you are weird like which person save the person they hate and then get hurt too"

She finished wrapping the bandage around his elbow "I don't" the male started which could the female by surprise. "Huh?"

"I never hated you." He exclaimed his voice was calm and soft? He was looking straight at the older girl's eyes. Making her eyes widened in surprise as the wind (that literally came out of nowhere..) passed though their hair.

To be honest it made him a bit sad to know that she thought he hated her.. but then again his actions do be like that.

✎ ∙︓⋅⠄✯∘⠄✧

Ever since that day both of them became more closer, Maybe friends?.

Well it was good to know shousuke doesn't hate her it made y/n felt now relieved then she had realized.

But that aside y/n now had to packed her bags since tomorrow is the day their school decides to go to a field trip.

Suddenly her phone rings and it was from najimi. "Hello?" She picked up and said "DID YOU KNOW f/f ARE GOING IN SELL"

His yelled literally made her deft.. but then she realized what he had said. "SAY WHAT!"

✎ ∙︓⋅⠄✯∘⠄✧w

[mha-quotes-and-such]

It's Saturday Game Night!

So... The League decided on a classic: a generic board quiz game. Lots of random categories so no one would have an unfair advantage. A dice that was tested four times by each of them before starting the game (and again every time Mr. Compress touched it. Yeah, he got kinda offended, but also kinda flattered that they think he can switch up dices in a second while being watched... he can)

They didn't even argue that much to choose a pawn, Kurogiri was so proud for a second or two! (Dabi and Shigaraki both wanted the black one, but Shigaraki settled for the white one in the end. I guess Toga would get the red and Spinner the green. The others would be okay with whatever. They aren't that picky)

Toga was surprisingly good with quizzes. She absolutely rocked it. The name of an old band? She knows it. A chemical reaction? She also knows it. Complete the saying? She absolutely heard it before. Name three Chinese brands of socks? She can tell five.

No one knows how she has that much pointless trivia on her mind, but she does and it grates on Dabi's nerves. A lot. He runs every answer of hers on Google and is always annoyed when she turns out to be right because how can she know more than him?!

He got teased a lot and bothered almost everyone for checking their answers because "Oi, don't you trust my word?"

No. He didn't. And when he started to nitchpick the answers ("no, the card has the full name, so just the last name doesn't count!", "shut up. The card says it was 1937, so the 30's is not the answer!"), he got on other people's nerves as well.

Yeah, Dabi turned out pretty competitive on quizzes.

Shigaraki got back to him by deliberately picking the card with hardest question on his turn, which was obviously against the rules. Dabi called him out, but he denied. No proof.

Mr. Compress got annoyed when he answered one wrong and demanded Dabi to Google it up because he was so certain. Dabi said he could search it himself. Turned out he was really wrong. Toga and Twice giggled, which only aggravated his hurt ego.

Magne just wanted to chill, but someone kept moving her pawn "by accident" (she could believe it the first couple times. But then it got ridiculous) and she was ready to throw hands halfway through the game.

Dabi's rage reached critical state when he was forced to go back five slots for answering wrong. First because it was one of Shigaraki's obviously picked almost impossible questions. And second because this one he was sure he got right!

So when he asked to see the card, Shigaraki "accidentally" decayed it.

Oh, he got mad. Beyond mad.

So he burned Shigaraki's pawn (since he couldn't do it with the original) to melted plastic goo.

Shigaraki was about to retaliate when Toga asked if they could settle it later, because she was almost winning. And she was. It annoyed them both by the way.

Mr. Compress decided to provoke the fight a bit because he refused to lose on a board game to any of them. And trying to make Magne flip out by messing with her didn't work out.

Twice tried to de-escalate the fight by joking around and making random comments. If anything he just made it worse.

Soon enough the board went flying to his face, half the cards were burning, Toga drew her knife to the fight too (it was funnier than a quiz game anyway) and the table itself was turned into dust.

Kurogiri took that as his cue to give up yet another Game Night. He made them clean up the mess (poor table... it didn't deserve that end) and go to bed earlier.

Although they've all been sent to bed early so often that it's practically the normal time by now.

Any and all quiz games were banned.

For the first time in Game Night existence, Shiggy and Dabi waited until the end of the game to start fighting!

Naturally the game ended up super nitpicky, to the point where cards were double checked, and google was triple checked. That made the game last twice as long, but hey that makes it more impressive they got so far

Magne, Twice, Spinner and Kurogiri tried their hardest to keep the game as relaxed as possible, but the absolute Chaos Trio that are Toga, Shigaraki and Dabi ruined that. Kurogiri is impressed tho, they’re getting slightly better

[puckngrind]

Leave Her Wild: Chapter 2 - N. MacKinnon

Summary: MacKenzie and her friends head to opening night for the Colorado Avalanche.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Word count: 2, 675

Series masterlist / Puck ‘n Grind’s masterlist

Flames.

"You are really gonna wear that?" Mosi looks her friend up and down.

"Yeah, why?" MacKenzie tugs at her jersey. Of course she was going to wear it. Opening night, only hockey jersey she owned. Was a Christmas gift from her parents last year. She did a little twirl to show it off to the group of unamused friends.

"Because..." Drew rolls his hands and she rolls her eyes.

"Laissez les bons temps rouler!" Remy waves his hands in the air.

"That means, Let..." MacKenzie starts.

"Let the good times roll! We know.” Drew and Mosi say in unison.

"Alright, Mac is going to be wearing that. Remy has clearly pre-gamed. Mosi should’ve. We have our tickets and I'm driving so let's go." Drew starts herding the friend group out of MacKenzie's condo.

Opening night at Pepsi Center was always an event. MacKenzie and Drew got tickets from their volunteer efforts so the group headed out for their first time ever. They had gone to a Rockies game after Remy moved to Denver but normally the friend group didn't really do sporting events as outings.

“Is someone gonna explain these rules?” Remy plopped down from his first beer run with Drew and handed MacKenzie one. Eyeing her for the answer.

“Yeah. Kinda like soccer. You know?” She started. Knowing she was the only one who knew anything about hockey. “You can yell, cheer, boo. Doesn't really matter because no one really pays attention to the crazy you say.” The group all nod and she knows they will just clap when those around them do.

“So pizza-Jeep boy is wearing what color?” Mosi whisper yells while leaning into MacKenzie’s side during warmups.

“He’s in the blue and maroon jersey. The white is the Flames.” MacKenzie doesn’t take her eyes off the ice looking for Nathan to point him out but feels Mosi’s eyes on her. “Yes, Mo?”

“But… um... never mind.” Mosi stutters strangely.

"There he is." Kenzie ignores and points to the screen where they have a close up of Nathan showing his stats from the previous season.

The game starts which quieted the group’s chatter while everyone but Kenzie tried following the puck and going from watching the ice to the screen and back.

“Let’s go boys!” MacKenzie stands and yells after a big play with everyone in her section turning to look at her.

“Mac!” Drew pulls her down to her seat. “Check your surroundings.”

“You know I don’t care, right?” MacKenzie starts clapping again with a little cheer.

“As always, you do you.” Drew slow claps along as the game progresses.

Even though MacKenzie warned her friends that there might be only a goal or two, the game was high scoring which the friends all enjoyed. Remy cheered when anyone scored regardless of team. Colorado winning made the home crowd pumped and buzzing about being the year.

"We realize the season has over 80 games, right?" Kenzie comments to no one in particular as they head down the stairs.

“Food! Real food and drinks that don’t cost a million bucks.” Mosi begs on the way out.

“Allons! Let’s go!” Remy points to the closest restaurant he can see. "That one! Onward." Remy leads the group over.

Drinks, food, laughter fill the table as they banter back and forth.

“Isn’t that her, Mac?” MacKenzie hears someone nearby. She turns to see Nathan, Cale and a few more guys at a table about ten feet away. Nathan nods. She raises her hand then quickly feels the blood rushing to her face.

“Kenzie Lou, why are you the same color as your jersey?” Remy looks her up and down.

“Oh.” Drew mumbles with his mouth full seeing the table MacKenzie just waved towards.

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun!” Mosi clapped and is greeted with a kick under the table. “Ouch. Well it is.”

MacKenzie huffs and stands to her feet. Inhales and walks right over to the table of what she assumed was full of professional hockey players.

“Nice game Nathan.” She stops right at the end of his table and knows her face is still bright red.

“Looks like you were rooting for the other team there. Sorry 'bout that.” One of the boys down the table barks out.

“Hi MacKenzie. Thanks. Were you there? At the game, I mean.” Nathan turns his body towards her.

“Yes. Got tickets because of the foundation thing so we all went.” She gestures towards her eager looking friends. They wave and Nathan waves back with a flick of his wrist.

“Oh cool. So you are a… a Calgary fan?” Nathan gulps hard taking in the home Flames jersey.

“Well, a Tkachuk fan, actually. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks over at the 19 on her shoulder. “He was phenomenal last… ya'll. Well. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks around the amused players and shuts up.

“Sorry, let me introduce you. Guys, this is the other Mac. MacKenzie. Uh. Shit. I never caught your last name.” Nathan looks at her searching for a name.

“Blackwood.” MacKenzie answers and the guy across from Nate spits out his drink. “Um.” She just looks at him.

Nate wipes his face and stares down his teammate. “Are you fucking serious, EJ?”

“Sorry man.” EJ hands him another napkin. “No teeth.” He flashes his massive gap which makes MacKenzie giggle softly and Nathan groan.

“Let me get this straight. You live in Cale and Tyson’s building, volunteer with youth, only seem to follow Tkachuk 'cause you don't seem to know Avs hockey.” He wipes his mouth to continue. MacKenzie recognizes him as the captain from the game. “Have the same name as a goalie in the league, and are giving my boy, Nate here a run for his money.” Gabe winks with a sinister smile.

“Wait what?” MacKenzie puts her fingers to the bridge of her nose.

“What he means is…” Nate starts and MacKenzie places a finger up to stop him.

“No the goalie thing. I’m choosing to ignore the last part for now.” She says which gets a reaction from the entire table.

“Mackenzie Blackwood is a goalie in New Jersey. You happen to have the same name.” Nate explains.

“Gotcha. I’ll be honest, I catch games when I can but it’s background noise.” MacKenzie still feels her cheeks on fire but doesn’t let it stop her. “I will go to a Flames games if I'm in town when they play ya'll then a Blues game when I’m home with my dad and brother. Most of my hockey following is checking stats or social media.” She takes a deep breath not wanting to look directly at the table that all seem mesmerized by her presence. “Anyway, just wanted to say hi, which I did. So…. Nice game gentleman. Enjoy your post game dinner. Good seeing you again Nate. Cale.” MacKenzie nods and turns on her heals to her friends who haven’t touched their food since she left.

"Kenzie Lou!" Remy softly squeals.

"Don't." MacKenzie grits her teeth.

"What the hell did you talk to an entire table of NHL players about?" Mosi ignores her friend's request.

"I guess I have the same name as a goalie in the league." She annoyingly answers.

Drew starts typing before anyone can respond. "Oh yes. Mackenzie Blackwood. K not capitalized. Canadian. 22. New Jersey rookie who started last year. Wait, how does that happen?" Drew looks at MacKenzie's face . "Later. I'll google it later."

"Could we eat please?" MacKenzie takes a drink of her water and starts to finish her meal. She feels a ping on her phone and turns it over to read the notification.

Nathan's i-phone wants to airdrop you. Accept?

MacKenzie looks over and he nods at the phone. She looks back to accept and sees a screenshot from his notes apologizing for being awkward and asking for her number. She seems confused.

"Kenz?" Mosi questions.

"He wants my number." MacKenzie whispers.

"I'm confused." Remy whispers back.

"Found my phone on airdrop. Smart at least." MacKenzie chuckles.

"So airdrop your digits back to him or I will." Mosi pulls her phone out. "I just need to turn on mine. Who keeps it on? You, of course you do Mac." Mosi looks at Kenzie amused.

"Should I?" MacKenzie pulls at her loose curl wrapping it around her finger and letting it bounce back.

"YES!" Drew almost yells. "What could it hurt? Have a new contact for work at the least." Drew knew exactly what would get MacKenzie to send her number. She looks down to see Remy had written down her number on his napkin. The man always had a pen on him.

"Snap this to 'em." Remy pushed it over so MacKenzie did just that. Almost throwing her phone down as soon as she did. It buzzed not even a minute later.

Maybe Nate: Hi Mackenzie. This is Nate.

MacKenzie: Hi Nate. You can call me Kenzie or Mac

Nate: Okay Kenzie.

She looks up at him and he smiles wide.

Kenzie: enjoy your dinner

Nate: Same. I’ll text you later

She didn’t expect to hear from Nate but the next morning while getting ready for work, MacKenzie hears her text notification.

Nate: good morning. We are off Sunday and a few of us are playing cards at Cale’s place. Would you and your friends want to come over? It’s not far for you.

She stares at the text and starts to pace. Then sends out a group text.

Kenzie: Nate and some of the Avs want us to come over Sunday. Thoughts?

MacKenzie got all three messages immediately in return.

Mosi: obviously yes

Drew: yes is the only answer

Remy: fuck ya!

MacKenzie sent a text to Nate saying yes and asked what they could bring. She wasn't surprised Nate said nothing just themselves.

Sunday rolled around. MacKenzie and her friends walked down to Cale’s condo. She stopped in front of the door and Drew reached over her to knock. Kenzie looked up at him.

"What, just making sure we don't have to stand here forever." The door swung open as Drew finishes his statement.

“Nate, they are here and at least she’s not in a Flames jersey today.” The curly haired guy MacKenzie knew was Tyson from a quick google search of the team over the weekend.

“Decided to leave that at home, Tyson, but I can go get it.” MacKenzie points while giving him a half smile.

“Oh, and she...” Tyson turns to see Nathan behind him. “And she knows my name.”

“Sorry, don’t mind him. He got checked a little too hard at practice this morning.” Nathan pulls Tyson back into the condo. “Come in please.” He gestured and they moved past Nathan into the condo that was the mirror image of MacKenzie’s just slightly larger.

"Make yourselves comfortable." Cale popped his head out from the kitchen. "I'm sure you know where everything is."

"Yeah, just backwards." MacKenzie looks down the hall to the rooms. "Two or three?"

"Three. You?" MacKenzie raises two fingers and realizes her friends have already made their way into the living room.

"Thanks for coming." Nate was still standing behind her and she jumped.

"Thanks for inviting us. My mother tells me I need to make more friends here." MacKenzie sighs.

"Same actually. Tells me the team isn't enough." Nathan looks over her at his friends that were also his coworkers.

"Work, travel, and such keep my circle small." MacKenzie admits. "Oddly, same. You travel for work?" Nathan pushes his hands into his pockets and leans against the wall.

"I do then try to do different things for fun, you know?" She leans against the other wall.

"That's cool. Where are you heading next?"

MacKenzie's mind normally would be racing. Thinking of all the reasons why she shouldn't tell this essential stranger her work schedule but something about him made her feel easy. Maybe how he had more to lose if he burnt her. He didn't know what she did for a living but she could make his life miserable. Maybe it was the simplicity of their conversation or the kindness in his eyes. She felt like she could talk to him.

"Colorado Springs then off to Washington D.C. for the rest of the week and into next week." She answered him.

"Oh, I think we are in D.C. next weekend or maybe the beginning of the week." He stares at his foot kicking the invisible dirt then looked back up at MacKenzie.

"We are. Now are you two just gonna talk in the hall or are you gonna play cards here?" Gabe leans around the corner. "We've already gotten to know Kenzie's friends... let's go!" He gives Nate a look that doesn't go unnoticed. The two walk into the living room.

“Do I need to make introductions?” Nate looks around the room at all the eyes on both of them.

“Well, I googled ya’ll in preparation for today… so… I think I’m good.” She scans the room and sees a few of the girlfriends or wives. “Well, I don’t know the ladies.”

Nate took a moment to identify the few sitting around the room and who they belonged to. Pulling out an empty chair for MacKenzie. “Here, you can play here.” She sat down and pulled her legs up criss crossed under her as Gabe explained the rules. The group played poker until there were four left. JT, Nathan, MacKenzie, and Mosi. Mosi kept saying she accidentally won her table which made the competitive men agitated but made MacKenzie amused. Eventually it was just Nathan and MacKenzie.

“Kenzie, I think you and Nate need a wager of some sort.” Drew drops a bottle of water next to her and she glares up at him.

“I’m game.” Nate pipes up.

“Okay, so what if I win?” Kenzie takes a sip of water.

“Glass seats at the game of your choice.” Gabe declares.

“Okay, and if Nate wins?” Kenzie directs her attention to the captain who now has his hands on Nathan’s shoulders.

“You go out to dinner with him.” Gabe squeezes Nathan’s shoulders and smiles at Kenzie.

“Uh…” Nathan tries to nervously interject.

“That’s fine.” Kenzie tries to control her blush by not directly looking at Nathan then overcomes it to look right into his soft eyes. "Let's play."

Cale starts to deal and everyone can feel the shift of all eyes on the table even though most had scattered once they were knocked out in individual conversations. After three hands, Nathan goes all in.

"I think he's bluffing." MacKenzie whispers and pushes all her chips to the center.

"Kenzie..." He breathes out and Gabe's hand returns to his shoulder.

They place their cards down and Nathan wins with a full house. The cheers start and Nathan just stares at Kenzie who gives him a small smile. She gets up and heads to the kitchen to grab a drink. Finding Cale's rum and starts pouring more than necessary into her diet coke. Takes a drink and feels someone behind her.

"Drew, I'm not that competitive." She doesn't even turn around.

"It's not Drew." Nate murmurs.

MacKenzie turns around slowly. "Sorry. Nice game." She raises her glass to him.

"We don't have to go out for dinner, you know." Nathan shifts his weight.

"Well, a deal is a deal, right?" Kenzie tries not to breath him in as he reaches around her for a water but he smells amazing. He shrugs his shoulders. "If I won, would I have glass seats?" She leans into the counter.

"Yes, you can still have them if you want." Nate fiddles with the bottle, flicking at the paper label.

"So, dinner. When we both get back in town, okay?" Kenzie takes a sip and looks up at Nathan.

"Yes, I'll have my people call your people then." Nathan laughs.

"So Gabe will call Mosi?" MacKenzie bites her cheek with her comeback.

"Oooorrrr... I'll just text you." Nathan replies.

MacKenzie takes a drink again and winces with the burn. "That works too."

[th3-z0diac]

How I Make Aesthetics.

Long post ahead, sorry :(

In the past, I've been asked multiple times how I create my aesthetics and where do I get the best pictures for them, so I figured I'd make this master post of what exactly I do. Btw this is coming from a person who has studied graphic design for 4 years and had about 4 years of experience in making zodiac collages here on tumblr. Do what you want with that information.

A few disclaimers

There are different types of aesthetics and in this post, I'm going to be specifically talking about a certain type that I like to make. Here, examples:

My most used format is 6 pictures in 3 rows, but I've also tried 4 pictures, like here for example:

There are other types such as minimalistic photos, dark academia, grunge, and SO many more. Please keep in mind that I'm not hating on these types and when I mention a rule such as don't use photos that are too minimalistic, I am not saying that minimalistic aesthetics are wrong or ugly or anything of that sort!

Just because I don't choose a certain photo doesn't mean I don't like it, it just means that the photo is not exactly what I'm looking for. By me showing you the examples below, I'm just trying to paint a picture. No hate here, okay?

I don't own any of the pictures I use (I've only used like one or two of my own photos in the past) but then again this is just for entertainment, I don't make money doing this or anything. If I ever get a message from an owner of any of these photos and they want me to delete it, I will delete it.

Where to get the photos

Pinterest! Period. AHAHAHA

No but seriously, pinterest and tumblr are my two favorite sources and you will find pretty much exactly what you need there. pinterest specifically.

On tumblr, I usually search for hipster, grunge, indie, and nature, but it also helps to just find specific blogs that focus on photography, follow them and then just download anything from your dashboard that you fancy.

I'll share what I search for on pinterest below👇. My secret tip would be to not always go for the first photo you find but rather to open a picture that sorta has what you like in it and then scroll down, because pinterest is going to recommend you similar, sometimes better fitting photos. On tumblr, I sometimes go to the blog of the person whose one photo I like, and there I tend to find many more of the same kind (since these bloggers usually post a specific kind of aesthetic).

How to choose photos

My number one tip would be to seek texture. Avoid photos that have little going on in them and anything too empty or minimalistic (unless that's what you're aiming for, obviously). Also, don't choose pictures that are very light or very dark, as they tend to stand out in aesthetics and that's not really what you want. At least in the type of aesthetics that I make, I want the final product to be almost a new picture in itself if that makes sense. To show you an example, look at this photo of two sleeping cats:

This photo seems like a good fit; it is well balanced in colours (there are shades of white, beige/ginger as well as some greens) and c'mon, it's two cats, what more do you need!!! However, let's look at it in a complete aesthetic:

While this aesthetic has a nice color scheme to it (well, it doesn't, I threw it together super quickly, but you get the gist), the photo of the two cats just stands out because the khaki background creates this kind of block of color that your eye will automatically go to and it sort of breaks the collage apart. So, by texture, I mean that a picture is filled, for example with trees, flowers, architecture, little people in the background, etc., etc. Furthermore, I prefer when there are more things photographed (for instance, look at the first picture of the aesthetic above; it has a mirror (and a tiny person in it), architecture and leaves all in one picture)

Next, personality. Go to Google Images and search 'Nature Photography' or 'Sunset Photos'. You might get something like this:

Or this:

Look at this absolute angel of a boy💚💚💚💚💚💚Isn't he the cutest freaking thing you've ever seen?????? I just want to give him all the treats and all the pets and — ...ehm, sorry, that's not why we're here.

So I don't quite know how to explain this point, but I guess usually professional photos like this are just so well done that they work perfectly well on their own and you usually don't put them in a set (only with other photos from the same photoshoot maybe). They're obviously well-balanced color-wise and high in quality, but they're just very individual and don't really need any addition in the form of other photos. This point also applies to the previous one (textures, in case you forgot); for example, a bunch of blueberries creates a nice texture, however it might be difficult to pair them with other photos. They have enough personality on their own (and this is not meant in a bad way to the photos I do use).

Related to this, you're looking for a story. Usually, if a photo gives off a certain vibe, tells a story, or just leaves any kind of strong impression, it might be a good indication that this is a good photo to use (given all the other rules as well, of course).

The main themes I search for are:

cities, villages, or abandoned places

related to that — architecture or only parts (details) of it

nature, specifically forests with either road or a body of water nearby, beaches, deserts and so on. plus points for tiny people in the distance

animals, usually with the addition of maybe the texture of a sweater sleeve or some blankets, something of that sort

people, my favorite kind is people turned away from the camera with an interesting background, because by them not having a face, they become a bit more relatable in a sense?

people in a river or some kind of water

museums, sculptures

etc.

Usually, I tend to avoid:

photos with text in it (though as an exception I would mention neon signs or letters/words that are for example above shops, on books, etc.)

heavily filtered pictures

photos with very specific (often bold) colors in them, unless you find multiple photos with that same shade. this again distracts the eye too much

GIFs, animated pictures, illustrations/drawings. also, don't use collages (cause you are creating a collage, duh)

black & white pictures

blurred pictures (or those that are purposely grainy — that goes back to the filters above)

anything obviously photoshopped

When trying to figure out where to put each photo

Squint your eyes. The photos should create a nice harmony, there shouldn't be a corner where it gets too light or dark or where some textures blend together, for example, if using multiple flower patterns, try to place them in different corners.

When to know your aesthetic is done

Actually even before you start, you should be in the mood. I have to admit, there have been times where I've felt pressured into making aesthetics, and now, looking back at them, I'm really ashamed of them. That is why I don't always post aesthetics as soon as I get them requested because I genuinely want them to look good.

Sometimes, it helps to not post the aesthetic straight away but to come back to it later with a fresh look. I'd say go with your gut. You should have a good, satisfying feeling about the aesthetic.

Last note

Rules are meant to be broken. Look at the aesthetic below. I used a minimalistic illustration (two birds with one stone I guess) (and admittedly, that one picture does stand out) and yet the aesthetic still came out pretty nice. So, just play around with your ideas and see what you like the most! I'm just a random person on the internet, you literally don't have to listen to any of the tips I gave you here today.

I know this might seem like a lot (honestly, if you've read this entire thing, you're crazy), but it gets easier and easier with practice, soon you won't even think about it.

Hopefully these tips will help you and please let me know if you decide to make any aesthetics. I would love to see them!! <3

[awanderingdeal]

Never too late - 8

An eternity later and it is here! Part 8 of 'Never too Late'. How much of this is me projecting? You'll never know.

CW: Food, alcohol, feelings of queer exclusion at prom, coming out, [very minor and it is shut down] compulsory sexuality.

Please message me if you feel I missed anything out.

Just a note, that due to the POV of this fic, there is a lot of linking between relationships and romance to prom. I just want to reiterate that prom absolutely does not have to be a romantic event if you do not want it to. The beef is more that queer kids do not always have the choice to go with their partners safely, and the stress of not knowing whether it would have been okay or not.

I hope that all of you that wanted to were able to have the prom you wanted and if you weren't able to, please know it is just ONE day. Throw your own if you want to. Don't if you don't want to. I know for myself, I have a lot of feelings about it, so please don't read this if it going to upset you.

Rating: T

Previous and future chapters can be found on my masterlist.

All credit for Sweater Weather and these characters go to @lumosinlove

8. Go to a dance. Kiss your first love. Well, at least you think they are anyway. But remember kids, consent always.

Leo was excited, to say the least. Sprawled on his bed, laptop in front of him and his cell to the right, he knew it was getting late, but he wanted to research a little longer. He had a venue and a catering team locked down; the latter he had done reluctantly, after yet another person had told him that he absolutely could not cater the event himself.

His phone buzzed insistently, and Leo grunted. Why would anybody call when you could just text? He grunted again when he read the caller id.

Regulus. What a traitor.

“Hello?” Leo answered, rolling onto his back. He felt a tightness in his lumbar region, and made a mental note to mention it to Hestia in the morning if the sensation was still there when he woke up.

“Go to sleep.”

“ I will soon,” Leo hummed. “Did you look at my text?”

“Leo. It’s 2am.”

“Yes, I worked very hard to learn to tell the time, thank you.” In truth, the last time Leo remembered checking the time, it had still been the previous day. Logan had a popped his head around the door to tell Leo that he and Finn were going to crash in one of the other rooms, and that Leo should get some sleep soon. Leo had nodded and assured Logan he wouldn’t be too long.

Regulus’ sigh on the other end of the phone interrupted his memory.

“And you’re getting cranky,” Regulus said. Leo could imagine the smooth raised eyebrow that accompanied the words. “If I tell you which theme I like, will you go to sleep?”

Leo shifted, pushing himself up against the stack of pillows. He nodded eagerly, before remembering Regulus couldn’t see him. “Yes. I promise.”

“I like both -”

“That is not helpful!”

“Wait a second. Merde. You should combine them.”

“That’s,” Leo wrinkled his nose, contemplating the idea. “That’s actually kind of genius.”

“You can thank me later,” Regulus offered smugly. “After you’ve got some sleep.”

***

“So Reg, who’s the lucky person who gets to be your date to this thing?” Finn asked, plucking a brownie from the plate in the middle of the table, before settling into the seat opposite Leo.

“It’s not a thing!” Leo protested.

“Sorry, babe. This prom,” Finn grinned.

Regulus worried his lip between his teeth, looking first at Leo and then turning his gaze back to Finn. “Do I have to go with someone?”

“Yes,” Finn said resolutely, at the same time as Leo shook his head, giving the opposite answer.

“No,” Leo repeated, narrowing his eyes at Finn. “People go to prom with friends all the time.”

“Okay, yeah, fine. You don’t have to,” Finn agreed, giving a placating smile. Leo hated that it worked. If he were being honest, they should probably utilise the O’Hara smile in diplomatic relations. “But don’t you want to have the quintessential prom kiss?”

“Finn -”

“I was actually thinking I could borrow Leo,” Regulus rolled his eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Apparently Finn didn't catch it though. His face contorted into a thousand different expressions in the space of a second. Conflicted. Contemplative. Accepting. “Well...I guess I’d be okay with it, if Leo is, but Lo-”

“That was a joke, Finn,” Regulus laughed.

“Oh, right,” Finn laughed as well, the tips of his cheeks tinged pink. “Well. Yeah. Prom kisses are nice. I had sex for the first time on my prom. Although, she did cheat on my two months later, so maybe I’m not the best example to follow,” he rambled.

“That was a lot to learn about somebody in a very short amount of time," Regulus commented, clutching his mug between his hands.

Finn shrugged, leaning forward to grab another brownie, seemingly uncaring about the wealth of information he had just offered.

***

“Hey, Le?”

Leo looked up from his phone, finding Regulus hovering next to him, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He cocked his head slightly in question.

“Can we talk?”

Leo frowned, setting his phone down on the coffee table and patted the seat next to him on the sofa. “You don’t usually ask,” he smirked.

Regulus’ smile back seemed strained, but Leo didn’t comment on it. “Earlier,” Regulus started as he took a seat, playing with the tips of his fingers before he stopped abruptly, placing them in his lap. “In the kitchen? What Finn said?”

Leo sighed gently, “Ignore him. Finn’s mouth and his feet are well acquainted. You know Finn. He just doesn't always think before he speaks. I’m sorry if he upset you.”

“You shouldn’t apologise for your boyfriend. If I wanted an apology I would have gone to him.” ” Regulus chided. His expression softened, his next intake of breath larger than usual. “Can you just listen?”

“Sorry,” Leo turned to look at Regulus properly. “You were saying?”

Regulus gave a small nod. “I don’t think I want that.”

Leo opened his mouth to speak, remembered Regulus’ request and snapped it shut again.

“Not the kisses. Not the sex. None of it. I think I’m asexual” The words came out in a single, hurried burst, but Regulus seemed to stumble over the last one, as if it was unfamiliar to him, unpractised. Leo could picture his friend frantically asking google questions, refining each search as he learned new information. He’d been there himself once.

A silence hung in the air, the two of them staring at one another, with an intensity that was making Leo feel uncomfortable, but he didn't want to be the first to break eye contact.

“Désolé," Regulus blinked. "Say something. Please."

Leo shuffled forward, his arms outstretched. “I’m going to hug you now.” He waited a beat to allow Regulus to protest, before pulling him close. Regulus sat stiffly, taking a moment to relax into the embrace and when he did, Leo squeezed him a little tighter. “Thank you for telling me.”

“I knew you’d be okay with it,” Regulus grumbled. Leo was sure he heard a hint of relief despite the attempt to appear ambivalent. He let Regulus go, putting some space between them again, knowing his friend had more personal space boundaries than Leo was used to dealing with.

“It’s still scary. Even if you’re almost certain it’s going to be alright. And just in case you need to hear it, I love you, you’re valid and even if you decide that’s not the right label for you that’s okay too.”

“What are you? Like, gay Yoda?” Regulus gave a small laugh, but he sniffed wetly. “Thanks.”

“A Jedi uses the Force for knowledge and defence, never for attack,” Leo made a fist, wrapped his other hand over the top and bowed his head.

“Nerd.”

“Wait, can I ask you a question?” Regulus’ consenting nod was slow and tentative. “Does this mean you’d prefer if I stop sending you half naked photos every other day?” Leo let the corner of his mouth curl into a smirk.

Regulus barked a very uncharacteristic laugh, deep and loud. “While I can appreciate the aesthetic appeal of Chris Evans, yes, I’ve seen enough of that man to last me many lifetimes .” He punched Leo lightly in the knee. Leo raised an eyebrow at the very frat - boy inspired action, and Regulus made a face that suggested he wasn’t quite sure where it had come from either. “I’m sure company is not an issue for you in this household, but don’t worry I’ll still watch The Avengers with you.”

“A real hero,” Leo drawled. “Hey.” He met Regulus’ eyes, his tone taking on a more serious note again. “You know you can tell Finn. And Logan, right? If that’s what you want. Whenever you’re ready. They’ll be cool.”

“Yeah,” Regulus breathed. “I don’t doubt it.”

“And if they’re not. I’ll personally kick them in the balls for you.”

***

Leo fussed with his bowtie in the mirror, tilting his head this way and that, trying to decide if it was straight.

“Stop. You look great. They’re going to die,” Regulus declared, making Leo jump slightly. He’d known the man was in the room, but his best friend had a habit of just appearing beside him unannounced.

Leo took another look in the mirror, running his fingers over the slightly raised texture of his initials monogrammed into the teal suspenders. “Yeah, I guess I’ll do,” he hummed, turning to face Regulus, scanning his eyes over him. Even Leo had been surprised by Regulus’ choice of attire, knowing now why he had kept the outfit such a secret. “Bold choice,” he remarked.

“Too much?”

“No,” Leo shook his head. Maybe it would have been on somebody else, but Regulus wore the mustard yellow three - piece effortlessly. He reached out to touch the blue sapphire that embellished the lapel, a gold chain linking it to the breast pocket. “Not at all. I’m just jealous.”

“Alright boys, are we ready?” Alex asked, clapping his hands together.

“Yeah.”

“As we’ll ever be.”

“Ready!” Kuny boomed, making a show of checking his pocket watch, the gold chain attaching it to his vest was somehow, even more ornate than Regulus’.

The four of them turned to glance at Remus, the only one in the room left to reply. Shrugging his jacket over his shoulders, Remus smiled. “I guess I can’t play with this tie any longer.”

“Alright then. I don’t know a lot about you guys, but I want to see my boyfriend,” Alex rocked on his feet, Leo chuckled, the man pretended he was so much more chill than his younger brother, but excitement seemed to bubble under his skin all the same. Leo didn’t blame Alex though, separating the partners into different rooms had seemed like a good idea earlier in the evening, but now he just wanted to see Finn and Logan, ideally before he exploded with anticipation. He couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for those of them that had to wait for their partners to arrive from the Potter’s house, where the ladies had opted to get ready.

“Yes. I want see Jackson,” Kuny nodded resolutely.

“Lord, help me,” Regulus whined. Leo just laughed, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulders.

***

“Cap! Stop undressing Loops with your eyes, he put a lot of effort into finding that suit.”

“Kuny. Put Nado down. There are people here.”

“Harzy. Are you crying?”

“You can close your mouth now, Leo.” Regulus tapped a finger lightly against Leo’s jaw. He would have tried to defend himself from the accusation, but he couldn’t deny the quiet clink of his teeth snapping back together.

“I’m just going to need a minute,” Leo mumbled, dragging his eyes over Finn and Logan’s bodies.

“Take your time,” Regulus chuckled. “Is-” Regulus leaned forward, squinting slightly. “Does Finn’s jacket match the invites.”

“I think they’re flowers.” Although, from afar, the swirls of blue and silver painted over the jacket did resemble the night sky artwork the two of them had settled on for the invites. Leo had insisted they needed them despite Regulus’ very valid point that saw all of the attendees at least once a week. “I’m going to go and check,” Leo waved a hand towards his boyfriends. He could see Logan’s lips moving, Finn’s grin widening with each word and Leo wanted in on that conversation.

“Sure,” Regulus hummed. “You go and do that.”

Leo stole a glance behind him as he crossed the short distance of their lounge, feeling a pang of guilt about leaving Regulus so easily on what was supposed to be his night. He needn't have worried though, he had barely taken a few paces before Regulus was swarmed by Thomas and James. Leo huffed a laugh at Regulus' disgruntled expression as they fawned at his suit.

***

“Leo. Regulus. Welcome! These must be your guests.” Estella, the only one of fifteen event planners that he and Regulus could agree on, smiled wide. “Is everybody here? I can always have somebody come and meet any stragglers?”

“No, this is all of us,” Leo confirmed. Corralling everybody into the two limos had been a task, but somehow they had all managed to make it to the museum without anybody being left behind.

“Alright then. Follow me. I think you’re going to love what we’ve settled on.” Estella turned on her heel, tight curls bouncing behind her as she led them up the grand staircase. Leo had been to The Natural History museum many times during the day, but the place had a strange sense of awe without the usual bustle of visitors, and he couldn’t wait to see what the events hall had been transformed into.

Estella pushed the ornate double doors open, blocking the entrance with her body. She must have noticed how Leo’s feet itched with anticipation because she gave a small smirk as she stepped aside. “Enjoy your evening, gentlemen. I’ll be around should you need anything."

Leo looked back at the group behind him; his team, his friends, his family, and felt the pool of anxiety that had been bubbling in his stomach all day, churn again. This evening had started off as being for Regulus, but it had quickly grown beyond that. While prom wasn’t inherently romantic, the traditions that came alongside it were embroiled with ideas that had marginalised so many of them, even if they hadn’t realised it at the time. A part of him hated that a high school event that was truly insignificant in the grand scheme of things could hold so much weight. He wanted to rebel, to not let it be important at all. Another just wanted to be able to give them all the night they had wished for back then.

“What’s the delay?” Natalie’s voice shook Leo from his head, and he glanced to his left at Regulus before moving into the room.

Estella and her team had really come through. They had weaved Leo and Regulus’ ideas on decoration into something spectacular. He had to force himself not to pause again, waiting until he was less of an obstruction to the rest of them, to stop and look up at the ceiling. There were hundreds, maybe thousands, of tiny lights strung to look exactly like the night sky. Right in the centre, Leo recognised the pattern to be that of his namesake, one light slightly brighter than all the rest.

“Hey,” Sirius clapped a hand on Regulus’s shoulder. “How come you get to be up there and I don’t.”

“Can’t stand not to be the centre of attention can you, big brother?” Regulus shot back and Sirius just shook his head with a laugh, hurrying after Remus.

***

“This one is for all you loved up folk out there,” the DJ’s voice rang through the room, the music slowly fading from a thuddy beat into the tender piano notes of the next song.

Leo winced as Marlene squealed, tugging Dorcas from her chair, the latter almost tripping over her train in the rush, although she regained her composure quickly. She moved just as swiftly in her heels as Marlene did in her black and white oxfords. He watched the two of them leave, Dorcas’ emerald green dress almost sparkling as it caught the light.

“Go on,” Regulus nudged Leo, tilting his head in the direction of where Finn and Logan had already procured a spot on the dance floor. “Go dance with your boys.”

Leo glanced at Regulus, before turning his gaze to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. He contorted his features into a series of faces that to anybody else probably seemed nonsensical, but they caught on perfectly, answering his silent question with simultaneous nods of their heads.

“Or,” Leo placed his hand, palm upright, on the table. “You could do me the honour?”

“I’m not,” Regulus wrinkled his nose. “You don’t need to -”

“Indulge me, Reggie.”

“Only if you stop calling me that,” Regulus sighed, grasping Leo’s hand. “I’m leading.”

Regulus, it turned out, could dance. Leo was passable. He let himself be led around the floor, laughing with his friend at all the couples that weren’t quite as accomplished, his boyfriend’s included.

The music flowed seamlessly from the deep tones of John Legend into the lighter ones of Taylor Swift.

“Yes! My girl, Tay Tay. Now we’re talking.”

Regulus rolled his eyes playfully, “Calm down, Le. I think your gay is showing.”

“Okay, Karen.”

“I am wounded,” Regulus clutched his hand to chest, placing it back on Leo’s hip without missing a beat. He looked up, smiling at Leo softly. “You should go and dance with them now. I think they could do with your help.”

“Non!” Logan argued, stumbling over Finn’s feet once again. “I know how to dance. It is Finn who is a liability,” he added, as they came to a halt beside Leo and Regulus.

***

Reg! Did you see Kam sent the link for the photos?

I did. You want to look at them together, non?

Oui, Oui! Come over now?

Leo waited to receive the confirmation text, before he hurried into the kitchen to compile a selection of snacks, as well as a jug of lemon water for Finn. On his final trip, he added the ever-present jug of sweet tea from the fridge to the tray, setting it all up on the table in front of the TV in the lounge.

“Baby Black is coming over then?” Logan teased, sprawling onto the sofa next to Leo.

“Sssh,” Leo whined, pressing a finger to Logan’s lips. “Otherwise no doughnuts for you.”

Logan gasped, launching himself at Leo, his hands finding the spot below Leo’s ribs where he was most ticklish. “How dare you threaten me with such things?”

“Stop it,” Leo spluttered between laughs, squirming away from the assault. Thankfully the doorbell rang just as Leo thought he was going to have to tap out, Logan letting him up to go and answer it.

It took a few minutes to get all four of them settled on the couch and the photos casting from his cell to the TV, but eventually they managed it.

Kam, and their assistant, had done a great job of capturing the entire night, from everybody getting ready to a very drunk James and Evgeni snoring softly against the giant moon structure. James was swamped by Evgeni’s checked suit jacket and James’ pinstripe one hung from Evgeni’s arm.

“Did you three plan this?” Regulus laughed as a photo of Sirius, Logan and Pascal appeared on the screen. The three of them had chosen to go with a classic tuxedo, albeit with slight variations.

“We did not. We just all have impeccable taste,” Logan retorted.

“Oh my God!” Finn sat forward, squinting at the screen. “They definitely planned that though.” He waved at the image of Alex and Kasey, their suits the same but in reverse; Alex’s jacket a navy blue with a checked grey vest and Kasey the opposite.

“Finn babe,” Leo frowned, sliding Finn’s glasses onto his face. “How did you go the entire night without noticing that. Aren’t you supposed to be the fashion connoisseur, here?”

“I was distracted!” Finn protested. “By…” he beamed as a photo of him, Leo and Logan replaced the previous image. “That.”

Regulus faked a gag, swiping at the phone to get a new photo. Any argument that was about to ensue was abruptly ended as they all burst into laughter. On the screen, a sheepish looking Pascal was being berated by Estella, her finger pointing to the sign to the left of the vine covered swing that Pascal was sitting on that read, ‘For decorative purposes only’.

They went through hundreds of photos. Some of them were sweet; Natalie with her arms wrapped around Regulus’s waist pressing a kiss to his cheek. Some of them were silly; everybody sat in rows on the dancefloor, their arms out to side. Some of them staged; Regulus and Leo sat on the big arm chairs beneath the origami stars. All of them captured tiny moments that none of them wanted to forget.

Leo tucked his head against Regulus' shoulder, trying to stifle his tears. He wasn't upset, not at all. It was just a lot. Seeing it all again. And then he remembered that all the decorations had been donated. Most of the woodland pieces, including the huge faux tree that had stood in the middle of one of the tables had gone to a local young theatre troupe that were struggling to finance their show, and the starry night pieces had gone to a group that were organising a Queer prom for the region's high schoolers that maybe didn't feel accepted at their own. For Leo, knowing that young kids like himself could take their prom photos with whomever they wanted, could truly decide whether they wanted to go with friends or their partners without fear, was the best part of all. Regulus wrapped his arm around Leo, pulling him closer.

"Thank you, I had the best prom ever."

[topsytervy]

Cupcakes ~ JJ Maybank and Rafe Cameron

Blurb: Rafe and JJ decide to do a bit of baking for you since you're on your period

Word Count: 1,399

Warnings: swearing, mentions of periods?, grammar/spelling mistakes, i think thats it.

I couldn't choose between the two so i did both and decided on the reader, JJ, and Rafe being a trio. The writing gets a tad dicey at the end but I never know how to wrap these little blurbs up so I'm not surprised.

~~~~~

You laid in your bed, fetal position, an unopened Midol bottle on your nightstand with a water bottle, a heating pad clutched to your abdomen as you clenched your eyes shut at the pain coursing through your stomach. 

If you were being honest, you were really fucking close to taking one of those knives from the knife block in your kitchen and cutting out your own uterus.

That sounded like it would hurt less than the absolute agony that your period was causing you.

Your phone buzzed and you winced as you flipped over, reaching across the bed to grab the device and hitting the accept button on the call.

"Hello?"

"Oh wow, you're up? She's actually up, Rafe. Anyway, Rafe and I are at the store right now but we were thinking since it's a beautiful day we either go to the beach or, if it's too crowded, we just hang by Rafe's pool. Oh, yeah,  pick up two bags of the flamin' hot Cheetos." JJ's voice rang through the phone.

You went to sit up but whimpered as your cramps punched you in the stomach.

"Y/N? You okay?"

You heard Rafe whisper a 'what's wrong' and JJ hushed him.

"Mhm. I just don't feel like going anywhere today. You know…girl issues." Silence filled the other side of the line and you exhaled sharply. "Period, JJ. I'm on my period."

"Oh!" He responded. "I'm sorry, Y/N/N. Do you need anything?" 

"Uh hello? Can I know what's happening or am I just the wallet around here?" You heard Rafe right next to the phone.

"No. I'm pretty much all set. I'm sorry that I can't join you two." You apologized, tears welling up in your eyes.

Stupid emotions.

JJ heard you sniff on the other side and he immediately started trying to make it better. "No, no, no. Please stop the tears."

"Now she's crying. Give me the damn phone, Maybank." You heard slight rustling before Rafe’s voice came over the phone speaker a lot clearer. "Screw talking to JJ. Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I hurt a lot and my periods ruining the plans you and J made and now I'm sad cause I can barely move so I can't hang out with you two today and I feel horrible."

Rafe walked towards the end of the aisle and looked at the signs above to aisles before finding the one he wanted and going towards it. "Y/N, it's not that big of a deal. It's okay to blow us off cause you're in pain. It’s like if you broke a leg. We're not mad at you for something you can't control."

"I'm sorry." You sniffed.

"And that's the other thing. Quit apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for."

"Okay."

"Now dry those pretty little eyes of yours and then close them to try and get some rest, okay?" 

Rafe’s eyes scanned over the boxes of cake and brownie mix until he finally found what he wanted and grabbed the box, throwing it into the cart that JJ was now pushing.

"Okay."

"Bye, Y/N/N. We'll talk to you later." 

"Alright. Bye, Rafe."

Rafe hung up, handed JJ his phone back, and continued down the aisle, grabbing two tins of frosting. 

"Cupcake mix?" JJ raised an eyebrow at the older boy.

"Yeah. We're gonna make Y/N/N cupcakes."

JJ picked up the box and looked on the back before scrunching up his nose. "What if we made them from scratch?"

Rafe turned to look at the blonde boy. "You think we can handle it?"

"As long as Rose and Ward aren't home to make a fuss, yeah."

Rafe grinned as he pulled out his phone and googled recipes for cupcakes. "Alright. Put the box back. We're getting the frosting premade though. And we obviously need the paper to put in the tins along." Rafe started listing, his eyes trained on his phone as he continued walking.

****

Two and a half hours later, Rafe and JJ were parked in your driveway, a box of cupcakes in JJ's arm and a bag containing Rafe's sweatshirt and JJ's sweatpants swinging from Rafe's hand. 

They carefully and quietly made their way upstairs and into your room, unsure if you were sleeping or not. You turned over, rather regretfully considering you had found the perfect position to keep the cramps somewhat at bay, when you heard a bag rustle. Your TV was on and playing How To Get Away With Murder, a slightly concerning choice your two best friends noted.

"Did we wake you?" JJ asked, worry written on his face.

You shook your head. "No. I haven't been able to fall asleep yet."

"Well, we made cupcakes." JJ grinned, holding up the box. 

"When you say we made cupcakes, do you mean from the box?" You shot the two boys a look.

"No. We made them, from scratch. By hand. Followed a recipe online. You can even check Rafe's search history."

Rafe grimaced. "Uh...maybe don't. Or let me clear a couple of things first." 

You ignored Rafe's sentence and sat up, immediately placing your head on your knees. 

"Have you taken any Midol?" Rafe asked, coming over to sit on your bed.

"No. I can't get the damn bottle open."

Rafe nodded before grabbing the bottle off of your bedside table and opening it with ease as JJ set the cupcakes on your desk.

JJ grabbed a water bottle from your mini-fridge and twisted the cap off, handing it to you while Rafe poured two pills into the palm of his hand. He placed them into yours, putting the cap back on the bottle into the little drawer of the table.

You popped them into your mouth and took a swig of water as Rafe spoke. "We also brought you your favorite shirt of mine you like to steal and your favorite sweatpants of JJ's you like to steal."

You nodded as you swallowed the water and pills in your mouth before grabbing the bag and heading into the bathroom to change. You always swore that their clothes were way softer than yours so you felt pretty grateful that they brought over their clothes for you to wear.

When you walked back out you saw, Rafe and JJ sitting on your bed, JJ holding a cupcake in each hand as Rafe held one in his.

"Alright. Get over here so we can try these bad boys." JJ nodded to the empty spot between him and Rafe. You climbed into the spot, Rafe setting the heating pad back on your stomach as you leaned against the headboard, taking a cupcake from JJ's hand.

You peeled off the paper, leaning across Rafe to throw it in the trash can, before taking a bite out of the treat.

You hummed. "I'm pleasantly surprised. When did you two become bakers cause holy shit? This is pretty damn good." 

Rafe shrugged as JJ beamed.

"Just call us whoever the hell the guy from Cake Boss is." JJ bumped his shoulder against yours as you snorted.

"Please. You're no Buddy Valastro. Yeah, these are delicious but that's like me making spaghetti and saying I'm Gordon Ramsey." 

"At least you like them and they, hopefully, made your day better." Rafe slung an arm over your shoulder.

"The cupcakes do make this slightly more bearable." You pressed a kiss to Rafe's cheek before turning and placing one on JJ's as well. "Aren't I lucky to have two baker boys as my best friends?" You grinned, not missing the smile on Rafe and JJ’s faces when you said that.

JJ rested his head on your shoulder. "You are pretty lucky to have us as friends huh?"

"Yeah, I am. Now if you could hand me the remote so I can put on a show that doesn't have an excessive amount of sex scenes in it, that'd be much appreciated. That’s the last thing I wanna watch with you two. Oh and grab the box of cupcakes. I have a feeling those are going to be my lunch.”

Rafe and JJ shot you a glare. 

“You can have another cupcake after you eat an actual meal,” JJ told you as Rafe stood up. 

“I’ll go see what I can whip up in the kitchen. You stay here and make sure she doesn’t snag another one.” 

~~~~

[thegurlwithsunglasses]

17 (extremely) chaotic tips to learn new languages

FALL IN LOVE WITH THE LANGUAGE, or with someone who speak the language, or something about the language, or just fall in love, or just fall, or "just" but this is extra to never lose the motivation !

Make a study plan but don't respect it, because if something doesn't work, change it right away, the plan was just to pretend you are a very organized person.

Speak as soon as you know few basic words, like the 100/1000 most common. Find a penpal, friend on whatever tool or if you are very introvert, unlucky or just cannot for WhAtevEr dark reasons. Talk to yourself, your wall, a imaginative friend, or the ground (how is going down there?)

Try tons of websites to see what suits you best. Busuu? Babbel? Duolingo? Warning: duolingo can threaten you at 1 am

Put everything in your target languages, okay fine your phone is in Spanish but what about your computer? Your informations/tutorial search on google?

Turn your brain in the language. This may sounds silly and completely crazy but don't you worry this doesn't only sound. This is silly and completely crazy but WORKS. I challenge you to name your inner target language voice (ex: ok my spanish inner self is *spanish name*) and then each time you think about something, immediately translate your thoughts. And if you don't have enough vocabulary, just repeat a phrase or few words (thank me later, this reduce overthinking :3)

NOTEBOOKSSSSS. Get yourself one right awai and if you're not the type to hand write create yourself and good luck with the Spanish accent *very evil laughter* and then get inspired by prompts or translate jokes but this is not going to work, so just die

Binge watch ur fav show, asap, when you get basic vocabulary. Cartoons are the greatest. Or Disney movie. Warning: watching "coco" more than 12 times can cause certain damages

MAKE A PLAYLIST. RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW. To study, songs to sing, or to never sing or songs to daydream of you speaking fluently the language and insulting your monolingual haters ;)

Type "the benefits of a bilingual brain" on YouTube each time you feel like giving up.

Pretend you know the language each time someone ask you if you do and then fake it till you make it! (Don't get me wrong tho, pretend and then do it, the pretending part is only to get ur expectations higher 😭)

Type "questions generator" and then translate the website on Google translation in your target language, wear sunglasses or whatever FAnCy thing and pretend you're being interviewed 😎

Read a text out loud different times with different intonations

Create fictional characters that come from a country who speak your target language so you have to create an entire backstory of them in that country and introduce them in that language:3

Film yourself speaking or record your voice. This is cringe but so are you. Wanna fight???

Search "how I learn a learn [your target language] because the infinity of tips and infinite on YouTube and in whatever place.

Have fun and be chaotic !!!!