#posting early im busy today lmao

[insomnihan]

han’s Entire Thoughts and Feelings on CLC’s “Devil”

THEYRE BACK SO IM ALSO BACK ON MY BULLS HIT STAYING UP UNTIL 2AM TO WATCH IT AS SOON AS ITS UP aka its TIME AGAIN to be a loud CHESHIRE™ ON TEXT POST

there are no read mores here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ its my brand

ALRIGHT SO-

THE SONG IS A FUNKY JAZZY BOP™ AND A HALF its the kind of song you just literally BOUNCE in your seat and make you sway from side to side THAT CHORUS IS INSTANTLY CATCHY AND ADDICTING TO LISTEN TO i love the guitar and horns and that weird laser whistle sound????? so much throughout the song!!!!!!! theres a part that goes ‘i tried to be so polite’ that elkie and seungyeon sinGS UUUUUUUUUUGGGHH THATS SO SATISFYING TO MY EARS THERES SO MUCH SEUNGHEE I NEARLY CRIED SHE SINGS THE CHORUS TWO (2) TIMES HER TONE IS INCREDIBLE AND WHEN SORN SINGS IT AFTER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- (THE SECOND CHORUS WITH YUJIN IS FANTASTIC TOO) YEEUNS RAP OKAY LISTEN I LOVE HER RAP BREAKS IN THE MIDDLE OF THEIR SONGS AND THIS ONE DID NOT DISAPPOINT THAT INSTRUMENTAL BREAK PUNCHED ME AND THERES MORE YUJIN AND EUNBIN!!!!!!! THEY KILLED THEIR PARTS THEY WERE SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!! no im not gonna talk about seunghees breath from the first second we know how i feel

THAT BRIDGE with eunbin and elkie was pretty interesting it stays upbeat and it passes really quickly i dunno why but it felt a little off??? i dunno why??? it just does to me??? i feel like it ends too soon??? just a smidge tho- and it barely makes it to three (3) minutes???? (no is about the same length) but im still BOPPING

sidenote: apparently seunghee mentioned (i dunno where tho) that this song is similar to pepe and that sure is true lmao

THE DANCE remember when i just mentioned how it makes you wanna bounce and sway WELL THATS BC theres a move in the chorus that does just THAT!!!!!! the moment i saw it i copied the move like I GOTTA IN FACT the choreography for the entire chorus is SO fitting like its just lots of hip and shoulder movement BUT it just feels so RIGHT- during yeeuns rap part theres a little bit of a move they did thats similar in their song ME and lowkey i thought that was cool!!

THERES SOMETHING ABOUT that hip move that murders like the way they swivel around first and their hand movement with it and then leading into the side to side just SO SATISFYING TO WATCH especially during the last part in that darker setting!!!!!!!

seunghee starts the dance............................... thanks........ the dancing during eunbin and elkies parts during the bridge was lowkey kinda funny but i found myself following and copying it like sticking my hands out like they did in the video BUT overall it goes with the vibe of the song VERY well!!!!

THE VISUALS the overall video premise reminds me red velvets russian roulette like they are REALLY trying to KILL EACH OTHER IN THIS MV (or at least injure each other) with the soap slipping pushing sorn off that chair dropping that thing on yeeuns head that vacuum literally THROWING DARTS and LIGHTING FIRES and THE MOST DANGEROUS OF ALL....................... stepping on legos.........

SUPER COLORFUL............................ BUT FINISH IT WITH BLACK AND DARKNESS i thought that was interesting LIKE i knew it was coming from the teaser images but i DONT HATE IT the song is called ‘devil’ after all going all dark and lowkey menacing at the end is welcomed here!!!!!! i feel like its supposed to lowkey represent their concepts from debut to now yknow???

I LOVE ALL THE BRIGHT COLORS THO especially the yellows and pinks BUT THEN paired with colors like that blue and green and salmon color or whatever like THAT is just P L E A S I N G™ to my eyes there was ALWAYS a bit of all these colors in nearly ever scene and theres just so mucH BALANCE its pretty refreshing™ if you ask me

BUT THAT ENDING WITH ALL THAT LOWKEY CREEPY (but like not really) PROPS LIKE ALL THOSE BARBIE HEADS AND EYES LIKE THATS AESTHETIC™

SOME SCENES THAT I LIKED AND WANNA MENTION:

FIRST SCENE WITH THE ALL OF THEM AT THE TABLE SURROUNDED BY DESSERTS I WAS HOOKED I KNEW I WASNT GOING TO LOOK AWAY FOR A SECOND 

FIRST DANCE SCENE WITH THE BLUE AND PEACH COLOR OR WHATEVER COLOR THAT IS 👌

THE BATHROOM WITH THE HOT PINK WHERE SEUNGYEON AND YUJIN WERE IN and then made her fall over with the soap and seungyeon acted like she was eating it in the middle of a bathroom

THE ROOM SEUNGHEE AND SORN WERE IN WITH THE YELLOW CHAIR (love putting her in yellow chairs i guess) nearly lighting her on fire seunghees face after makes me laugh lmao

THE DARK GREEN AND ORANGE.............................. Y E S

THAT ALL YELLOW ROOM ELKIE AND EUNBIN WERE IN and it contrasted with elkies bright pink dress and eunbins darker outfit my eyes feel so blessed™

THE DARK SCENE LIKE THEYRE IN A HAUNTED MANSION WITH THE FLASHING LIGHTS I LOVE-

I CANT EVEN DESCRIBE IT I JUST LOVE LOOKING AT THEM

(okay but that chair sorn was on only had one leg i just wanted to mention)

AKA I LOVE EVERY SCENE I LOVE THIS C H A O S™

T H E M

OKAY DENIM ON DENIM YOU DIDNT HAVE TO ATTACK ME LIKE THAT™ AND the construction boots????? really?????? in front of my carton of barbie heads?????? YOU ABOUT TO MAKE ME WORK FROM HOME????? why would you do this if you KNOW HOW I FEEL????? but................... thank you i owe yoU MY LIFE- maybe its just me but at the moment ive been really feeling more brighter things so this.................... is some good food and like i know theyre supposed to be menacing but those black outfits make them look like an all-female biker gang more than anything-

also LEGS™

you usually save the best for last HOWEVER SEUNGHEE a whole WOMAN™ SHE REALLY KILLED ME THIS TIME AROUND i mean is there a time she doesnt kill me lets be real FIRST OF ALL BLACK HAIR BUT ITS STILL THE SAME LENGTH THANK YOU that dark green dress just suits her SO well!!!!!!!!!! also i just love green SO CLASSY™ with the headband and black heels pls- THAT light blue denim on denim with black crop top with the little pony tail...................... at ease i LOVE that look on her so much i dont think yall understand!!!!!!! then the BLACK DRESS!!!!!!!!!! the shoulders out!!!!!!!!!!! the thigh high boots!!!!!!!!!! when she does that dance move with her hips her figure accentuated by her belt.................. at ease x2 (also that one second of a scene where shes smiling over her shoulder in the black outfit i just wanted to mention-)

yujin pls that pink plaid outfit with the pink heels with your purple beret youre sO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LISTEN that denim with the crop top jacket???? with the orange and pink twin braids I CANT SHE LOOKED SO GOOD WITH THAT OUTFIT ON AND THEN THE BLACK LEATHER (is it leather) and the little two BUNS ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD!!!!!!!! A LOOK™!!!!!!!!!! i just always always think shes just so cute but also so fierce????? it breaks my neck i dunno how to describe it i just really like her face????

SEUNGYEON BETTER LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE WITH THAT PINK AND GOLD TOP WITH THE BLACK SKIRT STUNTING WITH HER BEAUTIFUL TAN SKIN she looks so so SO GOOD with the short hair BUT LIKE i love that hairstyle in general so thats to the SURPRISE OF NO ONE shes wearing a darker blue denim but i cant understand the shirt??? is it a jacket wrapped around like a shirt??? so the black outfit with the leather shorts and then she threw the jacket at the camera like the Baddie™ she is................ thanks-

must you be so beautiful sorn??? the braids with the clips in the dark denim with the black crop top i cANT- THIS HAIR COLOR IS STUNNING ON HER I DUNNO HOW TO DESCRIBE THAT COLOR BUT IT LOOKS SO GOOD SHE IS SO FINE™ DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT YELLOW FIT WITH THE PLAID YELLOW BERET HOW COULD SHE LOOK SO GOOD WITH SO MUCH YELLOW ON????? that black outfit with the single bun on the top of her head and her hair is like super straight and the boots to her knees im SO-

yeeun you always kept your bob pls keep iT FOREVER- the one piece dark blue denim with that big green clip in your hair YOU MAY BE FIERCE BUT JUST LIKE YUJIN YOURE CUTE™ that red dress with the black heels and then they gave???? you extensions???? for your high pony tail with the black bow??? its cute but i mean i feel like that wasnt needed??? it wouldve looked great with just her short hair i dunno fashion FINALLY the last black outfit with the black hat and one glove and black boots that outfit HITS like pls punch me

DOES ELKIE JUST............... HAVE TO look like a princess?????? like she just always looks like a princess i cant explain it!!!!!!!!! SHE JUST FEELS SO PRINCESS-LIKE honestly i feel like its bc whenever they kinda make her hair wavy or something like that it just makes her more classy looking??? the denim two piece and her skirt is actually half light and half dark blue honestly thats a Look™ its cute!!! that hot pink dress with the one sleeve im HERE FOR IT!!!!!! PLS SHE LOOKS SO CLASSY!!!!! the black outfit is just a black dress BUT the black combat boots and her silver accessories like literally kill me with that hammer youre so stunning™-

so we agree that eunbin took that pink wig from jisoo right?? from ddu-du ddu-du?? jk but IM SO GLAD TO SEE HER MORE IN THIS MUSIC VIDEO!!!!!!!!!! WITH MORE LINES!!!!!!!!!! ANYWAY the light blue was fitted rather loosely but it still looked SO BOMB ON HER and her hair was so straight and that really made that whole Look™ that black dress with her kinda messy hair with combat boots while she was vacuuming elkies hair is an ABSOLUTE LEWK™ I LIKE IT A LOT!!!!! but seriously something about that pink bob is like............... im not sure if i like it??? i think i do??? the grey hat and fringe really pulls that whole look together honestly

tldr: *chefs kiss*

LIKE this was their style and sound of music i believe in the beginning and its nice to hear it again in a new way!!!! its fun and the instrumental even after listening to it so many times im still dancing along with it!!!!!!! i slept late as hell (bc yknow i had to watch this mv) and had to wake up hella early but I AM PUMPED FOR THE REST OF MY DAY!!!!! i mean like no which also barely hits three (3) minutes but im sure just like with no im not gonna mind that duration

IN CONCLUSION: MY MOOD WAS LIFTED TENFOLD LISTENING TO THIS I FEEL SO ALIVE NOW

[raksh-writes]

Plan of action for today:

Rewrites on the final chap of my thesis to fit it better with the whole thing, mostly the rewrites I finished on the previous chap yesterday. Then last reread of those, all edits needed and sending it out with the hope its good enough to warrant only minor edits, so I can move on to the smaller things still left to take care of to finish up the whole thing.

Here's to hoping Im actually gonna hit the deadline in less than a week that I have. It's possible, I think... fingers crossed ;p

[sixthwater]

drafted out some synastry posts so at least i can spend less time working on them so it should be out....tomorrow......yeah

[kisslettrs]

haikyuu characters talking after a fight with their s/o

featuring: lev, kuroo, suna

a/n: first post woo! hope you enjoy this ! ALSO UM. THEY TURNED OUT TO BE SO MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT THEYD BE??? ESPECIALLY KUROOS LMAO THEYRE NEVER THIS LONG I PROMISE DONT GET YOUR HOPES UP OR VICE VERSA. also not beta read soz 💔

warnings: none i don’t think? relationship fights ig. oh and angsty with some gushy shit at the end for each of them 💞

→ HAIBIA LEV

you and lev rarely get into fights. only small complains about his behavior and him whining, or friendly petty arguments. but last night was different... I guess you could say.

lev was always pretty immature and playful yeah, but sometimes it felt like he never took anything seriously. it felt as though he never took him and your relationship seriously. especially now, when you decided to confront him about it.

“why are you laughing...?” you asked, staring at him

“i-i’m sorry, y/n honey, i just...!” he said, covering his mouth as a half assed attempt to keep in his laughter.

“lev, i know it’s just in your nature to act like this but I’m being genuine. i’m not joking, please. you’re doing it again! please just listen—!”

you were cut off again by the sounds of your significant other’s laughter, causing all your frustration to let loose.

“lev haiba!”

he immediately stopped, before looking at you in the eyes, his thin pupils meeting yours.

“i’m sorry. but lev, please can you just take me seriously for once?! i love you, but you need to understand that you can’t just—!” you frailed your hand around, motioning towards him, you, whatever this scene was. “—you can’t just do this all the time I—!”

before you could finish, your mind had been too pent up with frustration. “nevermind...” you grabbed your bag, before rushing out the door, not giving him the chance to talk.

fast forward next day, and you checked your phone.

[32 new messages from favorite dork 💝]

you sigh heavily, before letting the cold feeling of guilt claw at the back of your head. you hadn’t mean to make lev worry, you just needed your time alone. although if you did have to be honest with yourself, leaving without a ‘i love you,’ or hell even just a ‘bye’ was cruel.

as you opened your messages, you were bombarded with messages of pleas and apologizes that were sent at 9:21 PM last night, moments after you left his house. the guilt swallowed your stomach again, your hands slowly typing; “it’s ok hun. really. I love you too.” and pressing send.

you threw your phone onto your bed, before deciding to get ready. you and lev never really saw each other much since you two were in different grades, he was a first year, you were a second. you both had to wait after school, or well... maybe moments after. your phone buzzed a few times, but you decided to ignore it. it was too early.

schools over, and you’re walking home. you were gonna talk to lev today, just not now. you didn’t wanna interrupt his volleyball training just for some stupid relationship issue. as soon as you reach home however, you see a familiar tall figure fidgeting on his phone.

“...lev?” you called out, causing the silver haired boy to whip his head around, his eyes lighting up. “Y/N!”

he quickly shoved his phone inside his pocket, before running up to you and embracing you in a warm hug, shaking you a little. “y/n! y/n! i’m sorry for being stupid last night, I’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” he was squeezing you tight, and god did it hurt hearing his voice break like that.

“lev, sweetie, i told you it’s okay, really.” you spoke, caressing his back. he seemed to stay still for a moment, before speaking once again. “is this okay? me holding you like this, is this okay or do you... need space?”

you smiled softly. it made you happy lev wanted to make sure he wasn’t overstepping any of your boundaries. you felt your other arm hold him. “yeah, this is okay.” you swore you could feel him smile out of relief.

“i’m... i’m sorry again y/n honey, it’s just hard for me, i don’t...” he paused. “it’s just...difficult for me to handle situations like that.” you nuzzled into his shoulder. “it’s okay, you dork. i understand.” you reassured him again.

“but—!” he pushed back, meeting your eyes. “i’m gonna try...i’m gonna try harder. i’m gonna try to be better, for you y/n! i love you so much... i’ll do my best.” god, this dork. no wonder you loved him so much. you cupped his cheeks. “i’ll do better too lev, i won’t be as mean again. i promise, i love you too, so much.”

and with that, both of your faces met, and the two of you kissed lightly.

→ KUROO TETSURO

you and kuroo get into small arguments here and there like every other couple, and whenever you do you two usually recover quickly. you both like to call them ‘squicks.’

however, that night there was no denying that wasn’t any other normal squick you two had. no, that was a fight.

kuroo and you haven’t had a moment alone that wasn’t just you and him walking back home, and it’s been making you upset. so uh, that night you decided to confront him about it.

yeah it didn’t go well uhh

“i know we’re like, a couple y/n. but honey you have to understand i’m busy. you have friends don’t you? go hang out with them or something.”

“yeah, i know kuroo, and trust me i’m happy for you! but you’ve been so distant, we haven’t had a moment alone that lasted more than 5 minutes for like, 2 months! it wasn’t a big deal then, but i miss you and i’m worried.”

you paused, before continuing. “don’t you wanna spend some time with me? just, for like 30 minutes? don’t you miss me?”

“i do, y/n. i miss you and i love you. but like i said i’m busy with volleyball, you aren’t my top priority right now.”

“it’s been 2 months kuroo!” you shouted, causing him to widen his eyes. “don’t you understand? i’m not asking for your top attention, I’m asking for you to give me 25% of it at least!”

it was quiet for a moment. “sorry.” was all he said, before turning around his eyes focused on the volleyball between his feet.

you felt hurt and frustrated. “you know what? fine.” he immediately went back to look at you, seeing you grab your bag. “see you whenever you feel like to acknowledge my existence, I guess. bye.”

as soon as you touched the doorknob, you could hear him get up and say the words ‘wait, baby wait—‘ but you had enough. you needed to air out your head of the tension and frustration of the house and you left. you felt tears peak at the corner of your eyes as soon as you did.

next day, and you’ve been feeling shittier than usual. as soon as you woke up, you turned to make you lay on your back, staring at your ceiling and thinking; “was i too harsh? am i being too selfish? too clingy?”

you loved what your boyfriend did and you were perfectly fine with him having his time to himself. you knew you weren’t his top priority and he wasn’t yours. but 2 months with little to no communication felt too long. was it wrong to want to spend at least 30 minutes with your boyfriend? was that too much to ask for?

the anxiety raced to your head again. what if you were being too clingy. maybe kuroo had the right to be upset too. you were being too selfish, stop thinking of yourself so often. you curled up into your side. you didn’t want to think about it, and you didn’t want to see him in the halls either. you didn’t even wanna check your phone to see if you messaged you.

you decided to skip, staying home, watching TV and playing some games. you couldn’t mentally handle seeing him. at least not for right now.

some time passes by, and your phone is buzzing. you checked the time from the small clock on your wall, seeing the handles pointing towards 4:30 PM. oh wow, after school clubs should be over too.

you grabbed your phone to see who it’s by, knowing deep down it was who you thought it was.

[23 new messages by Hubby 😾💗]

[Kyanma: uhh hey y/n? did something...]

[2 missed calls by Hubby 😾💗]

choosing to ignore kuroo for now, you swiped at Kenma’s notification and read the full message.

[Kyanma: uhh hey y/n? did something happen with kuroo that youre aware of??? he seemed so much more down than usual during practice.

you: no. we rarely talk anymore because of practice lol I guess.

Kyanma: ???

Kyanma: Did something happen between YOU two?

you: we had a fight. im not really in the mood to talk to him. I skipped school. itll be back to normal in a few more days, sorry for the inconvenience snchsychsj

Kyanma: you two should resolve that. like seriously. hope u two feel better tho, bye✌️

you: we will hopefully lol bye kenma !!]

sighing, you placed your phone down on the small coffee table infront of you, but as soon did, you heard a knock coming from your front door. humming in response, you got up and made your way towards the front door, but decided to look through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t some scammer person or creep.

well, it was neither of those two but it was in fact no one else other than kuroo tetsuro. you sighed heavily again, before unlocking the door and turning the knob opening up to your boyfriend.

“hey y/n.”

“hi kuroo.”

you folded your arms, deciding to put up a strong facade, pretending you weren’t mentally screaming and that anxiety wasn’t clawing at your back. “did you forget something or...?”

kuroo brought his hand to the back of neck, awkwardly scratching it. “yeah uh...” he looked around, not wanting to make eye contact. “um. listen y/n.” he made his way to grab your hands, holding them together. “i’m sorry. i really am.”

“please don’t touch me. not right now at least...” even though you seemed so desperate for his touch the other night, you really did need your space. kuroo seemed alarmed at first, quickly swiping his hands back, wanting to respect your space. “of course baby! i’m sorry for acting too soon.”

you watched him scramble around a bit, finding it a bit cute. “can I come inside?” he asked. you nodded, and both of you went inside and sat to your coach.

“like I said y/n. i know ive been distant, and ive missed you so much. god, do I miss you. i wanna hug you and cuddle you so bad but volleyball and the nationals have been bugging me i couldn’t have find the proper time. i’m just scared... and I...”

“kuroo.” you said. his head snatched upwards, looking at you. you were gonna say something as soon as he did but the look he gave you caught you off guard. he looked like a cat pleading.

as soon as you pushed away the thoughts of him being stupidly adorable, you continued your sentence. “I understand, and i’m sorry for being too clingy. i just miss you a lot. i’m willing to wait for you, baby.” as soon as you said that, you saw his eyes pierce through your soul. fuck did I say something wrong.

before you could say anything else, it was kuroo’s turn to speak. “no baby. it’s alright, you aren’t the one at fault here it was me. i’m sorry for not listening to you that night. i’m gonna be a better boyfriend, i’m gonna be the boyfriend you deserve through and through.”

fucking idiot, i’m the one who was supposed to say sorry, not you! You didn’t say anything for a moment, before laughing lightly. “babe? i love you but i have to be the one who takes at least, 50% of the fault. it’s okay, i love you and i forgive you. and i’m happy for what you’re doing and how far you’ve come.” you placed your hand on his. “you can touch me now.”

his eyes immediately lit up, his lips curving into a smile and you swore you could see tears start forming in his eyes before he launched himself onto you. “my god y/n, how did i get so lucky. i love you so much, i love you so much.” he hugged you tight. you laughed. “i love you too kuroo. so much, i love you so much. i’m the lucky one.”

he pulled away and brought you to a kiss. before you could respond, he asked, “are you free saturday?”

→ SUNA RINTARO

while suna and you disagreed on a lot of things from time to time, you two usually both came to a mutual agreement and it wasn’t anything big.

but lately he seemed even more off than usual. communication was such a huge thing between both of you, but he seemed to just not be...cooperating?

suna is someone who doesn’t like expressing his emotions. and as his significant other, you felt like understanding him was a priority. but you just didn’t sometimes and it made you worry. him being distant did not help.

one day when you decided to bring it up, the situation got a bit... out of hand

“what?” he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. “i don’t know. suna i care for you, and you just never helping me understand makes me extremely upset! i know it’s hard for you, but...”

you could feel him roll his eyes. “i don’t know what you’re going on about y/n,” he looked at you. “but really, i’m fine. do you not trust me to talk to you or something?”

“no..!” you denied. “listen. youve been getting more and more tired each day and i could tell. you’ve been ghosting me too.”

“...what?” he basically hissed it. “i’m not an asshole y/n. nothing is wrong. why do you keep trying to butt your head into my life every second?” his voice began to raise.

this was rare. even when he did raise his voice at you, it was never filled with negative intent but this time...

“i can take care of myself, y/n. i don’t need you and your noisy nose in my business all the time. sorry if you feel like you’re on baby sitting duty, but you really don’t need to be so clingy and emotional all the time...”

well damn. his words hurt. a lot.

“sorry for caring for you then, damn...” you grumble under your breath. you quickly grabbed your house keys and bags. he perked his head up. “y/n? where are you going?”

you didn’t reply. “y/n!” you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the pain in your chest and stomach, before opening the door and leaving.

as soon as you woke up, your head hurt more than usual. those words must’ve hit you deeper than they should’ve, huh?

maybe i was just being too clingy, you thought, and those thoughts hadn’t left your mind the whole morning. whatever, you’ll just apologize after school.

you haven’t seen suna at all that day, not on the walk to school, not in the halls, not in his classroom. he was... nowhere. when you went to the volleyball club after school, asking if any of the members had seen him all of them replied with a simple ‘no.’

kita specically had been giving you long glances ever since you arrived. once you finally reached him, instead of denying seeing your boyfriend, he told you, “he wasn’t in school at all i assume. maybe he’s at home.”

home? why would he be home? maybe he was feeling sick...

you bowed and thanked him and the rest of the teammates before leaving. on your way home, you decided to stop by a connivence store and buy him his favorite snack, chuupet. or well, just jelly fruit snacks. you bought 2 packs for you and him, hoping it was a good time to apologize.

you walked up to his house, knocked lightly on the door and was greeted by his mother. “ah~ greetings y/n!” you smiled lightly and gave her a wave. “good afternoon! say, is rintaro home?” you asked. she nodded, moving to the side as a way to invite you in the house. “he should be in his room!”

“thank you!” you bowed quickly before making your way up the stairs. as soon as you passed by his sisters room, there you were infront of his. with your free hand, you lightly held a fist and began knocking on his door.

“suna? rintaro?” you called out. you would call him by a sweet pet name but remembering last night, you didn’t wanna break any boundaries. the room was quiet, and though you really didn’t wanna disturb him, you wanted to make sure he was okay. as soon as you did, however, you were greeted by a sight that broke your heart.

suna rintaro, the boy you loved so much, had his hair messier than usual, his eyes seemed red from crying and he was up against his bed frame, his phone in his hand. when he looked up, he saw you, his eyes widening.

“...y-y/n?” you stood there frozen. “rintaro...honey my god,” you quickly went up to him. “what happened?” you looked at him, his gaze looking down. you wanted to hug him so bad, but yet again, that argument you had last night prevented you from anything.

“hey. listen, sweetie. i got your favorite.” you held up the 2 bags of jelly fruit gummies. “it’s gonna be okay, okay? i’m here.” he was just looking at you, not saying anything, before muttering something under his breath.

“huh? what was that? i didn’t hear you hon, what’s up?” you asked, making sure to keep your distance. suna choked back a sob, before launching himself onto you, almost knocking you into the ground. “w-woah there!”

“y/n... i’m sorry i’m so sorry. i’ve been so frustrated with school... exams... volleyball and i’ve missed you so much but i was so tired that night! i lashed out on you but i didn’t mean any of it. i promise, i promise, don’t leave me please.” he sobbed quietly, his head resting against your forehead. when you looked up, you could see him squeezing his eyes shut.

wow, this was even more rare.

you brought your arms to his neck, embracing him. “it’s okay rintaro. shh, it’s gonna be okay. i love you and i’m sorry for being upset, i just worry about you.” you rubbed his back lightly as he continued sobbing, allowing you to give him a few kisses on the cheek, neck and forehead. “you’re safe, you’re gonna be okay honey. i love you so much.” you repeated.

suna never showed his emotions much, but he seemed to have a lot of pent up anger, sadness and confusion up in him, and he let it out for an hour infront of you, there to comfort him.

as soon as he stopped, you and him were snuggling on his bed watching whatever was on his TV, eating the fruit snacks. he leaned onto your head. “i love you...please, don’t leave me. i’m sorry.”

you bumped your head back onto him. “stop apologizing. i keep telling you it’s okay.” you giggled lightly. “please sweetie, talk to me so this doesn’t happen again.” he only nodded silently, before drifting to sleep in your embrace.

[kitazura]

it’s the thought that counts, tendō satori

1.6k words of fluff; gn!reader

synopsis: tendō doesn’t understand the excitement surrounding valentine’s day until he decides to celebrate it with you.

notes: i haven’t finished the manga but i’m making timeskip content :D thank u rissie (@sugas-cookie) for beta-ing mwah <3

Tendō’s come to learn that Valentine’s day brings waves of purchases made by eager youth preparing to confess their affections, frantic lovers who’d completely forgotten about the occasion, and other last-minute shoppers looking for gifts to give their loved ones. This year is no different; the orders pile up so quickly he can barely keep up with them.

He’s not complaining—not when his bills are getting paid—he just doesn’t understand why everyone lets themselves get carried away by the Valentine rush. At the root of it all, it’s blatant commercialism, another scheme by society to run your bank account dry through obligatory benevolence, so why play into it? Well, as long as it keeps him in business, he supposes he’ll keep his critiques to himself.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little cynical?” you say when he shares his thoughts, the gentle smile on your lips showing you mean no harm. “I think the idea behind Valentine’s day is charming.”

He brushes his thumb over your cheek, humming in response. “Why’s that?”

“Isn’t it sweet when someone puts time and effort into something just for you?” you gush. Tendō watches your gaze turn dreamy as your mind wanders off into the clouds. “Like making chocolates for the person you like.”

“That’s what I do for a living, darling.”

“You like all of your customers?”

“Of course; they give me money, after all.”

You laugh, swatting his arm lightly. “I guess it’s hard to romanticize something you do as work.”

You’re not wrong. At some point, it’s expected for your job to lose its magic, no matter how passionate you are about it in the beginning. Chocolate has long lost its allure to Tendō, and now he spends day in and day out pouring it into molds and hurrying to shape it before it hardens beyond salvation. It’s become a chore for him, and even just catching a whiff of a candy bar sends his brain into the stress of work mode.

“What do you think about when you make chocolate, Satori?” you ask, interrupting his thoughts.

“What an odd question,” he remarks, clicking his tongue like a fussy mother hen. “I think about what I have to do to make it look presentable, of course. And then I count down the minutes until I come home to you.” He beams, proud of his response.

But pride turns to dismay when he catches a glint of disappointment in your eyes. His expression falls as he pulls you closer. “What’s the matter?”

You shake your head. “Nothing, nothing. Would you ever make me Valentine’s day chocolates?”

He tilts his head in surprise, then kisses your forehead. “I’d make you chocolate any day; all you have to do is ask.”

You seem to drop the matter, although he swears you sigh, “It’s not the same.”

He spends the next couple of days convincing himself he’d only imagined it, but something about your tone and attitude makes it stick in his brain. Whether you’d said it or not, there was clearly something behind your first question.

He asks you about it over dinner: “Is there a reason you want Valentine-themed chocolates in particular?”

“You’ve been thinking about that?” You laugh a little, surprised. “It’s not the Valentine theme I want; just the knowledge that you’re thinking of me on that day.”

He pesters you to elaborate—he’s always thinking of you, don’t you know that?—but you dodge his questions, leaving him in the dark once more.

Since you won’t give him any answers, he’ll just look for them on his own.

He texts Ushijima that night: “Why do you buy chocolate for the one you love?”

“Because they like it,” comes the reply. It’s simple, straightforward, but it’s not what he’s looking for.

He texts Semi the same question. The response is the length of a school essay, explaining the motivations of love in depths only a poet could reach, but it’s still not enough.

At work, your question echoes in his mind: What do you think about when you make chocolate, Satori?

What was he supposed to think about aside from the process? His customers?

He looks again at the order he’s making. It’s one he expects every year—it comes a week before Valentine’s, by a man whose wife adores chocolate covered strawberries. Tendō remembers it not only because of its consistency, but also because it’s always preceded by an order by the aforementioned wife, who asks for milk chocolate filled with raspberry créme that her husband is so fond of.

He wonders why they order the same thing at the same time every year. There’s no surprise in it, so what’s the point? Had he been in the husband’s place and you in the wife’s, he’d make sure to buy you something different every year, each present more extravagant than the last. He’d make sure that you’d always have something to look forward to in your married life.

A cheery little tune takes form beneath his breath as he pictures a life with you: silver bands around your fingers, lazy mornings on your days off, walks along the Seine.

He sweeps the excess chocolate off the molds in one clean stroke, sighing dreamily. You would buy a bigger, better apartment once you’d saved up enough, or even move to a quiet little cottage in the countryside.

His thoughts wander through the clouds as he mindlessly flits from one project to the next, forgetting to count the hours until his duty for today is through.

Lately, some of Tendō’s usual customers have been dropping by to say the same thing: there’s something different about his work these days. It’s not negative; on the contrary, actually, the quality’s spiked. But he can’t figure out what he’s been doing differently for the life of him.

It weighs on his mind from the time he clocks in to when he clocks out. He’s been using the same ingredients, the same equipment, so what was it?

His answer arrives in the form of the Chocolate Strawberry man, on the very eve of Valentine’s.

The man enthusiastically shakes Satori’s hand and thanks Him for his work, his hands warm and clammy from excitement despite the biting Parisian air.

“My wife would have liked to come along as well, but she’s preoccupied with the baby,” the man explains. “She wants you to know how much she enjoys your work, though. We look forward to it every year.”

“Then why not buy it off-season, when it’s cheaper?” Tendō asks. The man looks surprised, prompting him to continue. “With all due respect, you order the same thing every year, anyway, so why wait?”

The man laughs at the sincere look of curiosity in the chocolatier’s eyes, patting him on the shoulder, like a father to his son. “Why wait until birthdays to buy a cake? Why wait until Christmas to exchange gifts and set up the tree? It’s old advice, but it’s good: it’s always the thought that counts.” With one last pat on the back and an affectionate chuckle, the man wishes Tendō a good night—“Enjoy tomorrow with your loved ones.”

The stores are packed with the usual extremely last minute rush on Valentine’s morning, and for the first time, Tendō Satori is part of that crowd.

His arms are filled with the goodies he’d woken up early to buy: heavily discounted candies in tacky packages, a cheesy card, a bouquet, an offensively pink stuffed bear, crumpled foil balloons. (He’d made chocolates for you too; those were waiting in the fridge at home.) If it was an authentic Valentine’s experience you wanted, he decided, then it was an authentic Valentine’s experience you’d get.

He’d sent you out to pick up a cake across the city just before he’d left that morning, so the apartment is still empty when he returns. He checks his watch—only half an hour at most until you’d come back. Setting the bear on the counter, he gives it a determined grin.

“Think I can set everything up in fifteen?”

He’s just barely managed tying the balloons closed when he hears the knob on the front door jiggle as you unlock it.

“I’m home!” Your shoes thud to the floor, joined by Tendō’s footsteps as he hurries to help you with the cake. You thank him when he takes it out of your hands and leads you to the dining table while you chatter away. “Boy, did you see how many people are out there? It’s like all of Paris decided to run their errands this morning. It’s a miracle I got the cake here in one piece—what’s all this?”

Tendō grins, proudly motioning to his handiwork. The bouquet sits in the center of the table, surrounded by neatly arranged dishes of your favorite foods. The plush bear sits at the head, the card and candies tucked into its paws. Balloons reading “Happy Valentine’s” are tied to your chairs, gently swaying to and fro in greeting.

“Do you like it?” he asks. “I figured you wanted to do something for Valentine’s, but all the restaurants are booked so I had to improvise—”

You cut him off with a kiss, and another, then another. “I love it! I love you and I love”—you wave at the room—“all of this.” Another kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for thinking of me, Satori.”

He laughs as you hug him, squeezing as tight as you can. He thinks back to the strawberry man’s remark, “It’s the thought that counts.” And maybe, just a little, he’s starting to understand that there’s more to Valentine’s than business.

As you prepare the cake and gush over the bear, he pats the pocket of his jacket. The pretty little velvet box would have to wait until after lunch.

postscript: heyyy <3 i stopped writing for like three months srry LMAO but im back in business baby !! if i try hard enough and school stops kicking my ass maybe i’ll start posting twice a month ahaha ... unless?

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I assume you got busy over the weekend (which is totally okay! take your time). I was just wondering if you had a new approximate posting date for Subscribed? I'm really excited 🦋

okay. I have so much editing to do 😭 I went a little crazy & now the fic is bordering 20K + Im kind of including some texts in between. I’m gonna edit & cut out a lot today and then by tomorrow (Wednesday) it’ll be ready to post. I know I said the weekend but things got a bit busy for me plus I started lectures a week early lmao. but Wednesday for sure bc I really want you all to meet asmrist/camboy yoongi & suffer with me 😤 thank you for anticipating <333

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THE IDEA OF YOU - Dory's ending

THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE IDEA OF YOU WRITTEN BY ROBINNE LEE

A/N: alright, so this was fully written for my own entertainment and for my sanity, bc im the kind of person who can't stand it if a fictional story doesn't end with a happy ending and SPOILER The Idea of You does not end happily. as soon as i finished reading it i got down to write an additional scene so it has a fulfilling ending for me so this is a version of the ending i created only for myself. i was asked to share this, so if you end up hating it... keep your thoughts to yourself lmao, i wrote this for myself and sharing this for those who are seeking some positivity for the story just like i did. i do not own any of the characters, the plot, everything goes out for the original writer of the book Robinne Lee, this is a scene i came up with so... pls don't sue me or something😂😂

and now...

It was early September when the news came out that Hayes quit the band. Again. But as far as the world and their millions of fans knew it was his first time.

It was all over the tabloids and gossip pages, the very ones that were dragging my name and our relationship through mud back when we were together. The news of our possible breakup spread across the globe in April, so when Hayes’ quitting got out no one thought I had anything to do with it, but my throat closed up when I read the article about it that Matt sent me over.

I went home that day completely numb and I thought about calling or texting him many times, asking if it had anything to do with me and his previous attempt to leave the band, but I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself in case it was an entirely different situation than what I imagined.

When I picked Isabelle up from Daniel’s, she was oddly quiet, until she finally brought it up.

“Do you know anything about Hayes quitting August Moon?” she asked, not an ounce of suggestiveness in her voice, she was just curious. I had to swallow the bitterness in my mouth as I shook my head.

“No. I’m sorry peanut.”

“Do you think…”

“I don’t know,” I answered, already knowing what she wanted to ask, but I genuinely didn’t know anything about it.

We went home, I made dinner and we ate together as she told me about the birthday party she went to that weekend. However, my thoughts were miles away from the dining table that held one particular memory about him.

***

When I arrived to the gallery the next morning I was expecting a busy day, we had a few appointments scheduled and I wanted to discuss a few of my ideas for winter with Lulit. When I walked in, everything seemed to be in place, yet it still felt strange. Especially the way Lulit and Josephine eyed me as I walked past them into the office.

“What’s with you today?” I scrunched my nose, smoothing my hands over my lilac pencil skirt to get rid of the wrinkles.

“You have a guest,” Lulit simply told me and my blood froze on the spot. Slowly turning around I looked her in the eyes and I already knew who it was. I wasn’t sure though if I’d survive seeing him again.

“We’ll be locked up in the back. Take your time,” she told me with a small, encouraging nod as I walked out and they took my spot, closing the door, pulling up a barricade between me and them so I can have something close to privacy.

As I walked out I spotted his familiar, tall figure, standing in front of one of our newest addition, wearing his signature skinny jeans and a simple, black shirt as he stared at the oil painting.

He heard the clinking of my heels or maybe he had a sixth sense of knowing I was around but I saw him tense up for a moment before he glanced over his shoulder as I stopped a few feet away from him and for the first time in months, our eyes locked again and the same strong and numbing feeling took over my body I felt every time I saw him. He was still just as intoxicating and intimidating as I remembered and even though I convinced myself I was over him…

That was a total lie.

I was still completely and utterly in love with Hayes Campbell, even after not seeing him for about six torturous months.

“Hi,” he greeted me with a small smile and the temptation to kiss him was already almost unbearable. He turned his whole body to face me, but kept the distance.

“Hi,” I breathed out, shocked that he is here, standing in my gallery after the news of his quitting just hit the internet. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m a client,” he smiled cockily and I couldn’t help but smile. “I also want to ask you out for lunch.”

“Hayes…” I lowered my head.

“I swear, it’s just going to be lunch. Please, Soléne. I need to talk to you.”

This was a turning point. I had to decide if I let him walk back into my life I spent so much time on piecing back together after that night he came to see me from Europe.

I wanted to be strong, but the longer I stared at him the harder it was getting to decline the offer.

“Just lunch,” I told him, a smile spreading across his lips.

***

I couldn’t get past the fact that he chose to see me at Hotel Bel-Air, the place we had lunch that very first time after Vegas, the memories of that day flooding back to me as soon as I set foot inside.

He was already there, of course, tucked away in a corner, typing away on his phone, but his sixth sense kicked in as I was approaching him and he was quick to put the phone away, smiling at me as he stood up to greet me with a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m glad you came.”

“I said I would.”

“Yes, but the chances of actually showing up was slim, we both know that.”

I didn’t miss the bitter smile on his perfect lips and I looked down at the menu to take my mind off of him, even though it was impossible.

We ordered and the waiter brought us out drinks before the conversation started.

“You look stunning, as always, Soléne.”

Fuck, I missed the way he said my name and it was now making my heart flutter in my chest.

“You look good too,” I returned the compliment and it was true. His hair got longer but it suited him so perfectly, bringing even more spice to his rockstar appeal. “But I assume this is not what you wanted to talk about.”

“Straight to the point,” he chuckled, picking on his bottom lip. “Have you read the news?”

“I certainly have. What have you done?” I asked, a kind of panic rising in my chest about what he was going to say.

“I made a choice,” he simply told me and watched my face, my reaction.

“Hayes, if you did this because of me, I won’t change my mind,” I shook my head, leaning back in my seat.

“I did it for myself. I wasn’t feeling good. It wasn’t for me anymore.”

“You mean to tell me you realized that in just the span of six short months?”

“It was a longer process. And I kind of knew it back then too, but you forced me into thinking that I didn’t. I wanted out and you thought you knew it better than me so I went back, just to make the same realization six months later.”

The guilt in my throat feels like acid. Did I really force him to do it? No, I did the right thing, it would have been a mistake to let him quit in the heat of the moment and his emotions.

“I’m not blaming you for anything, Soléne,” he continued. “You gave me time to think about it and not make a rushed decision. But I’ve had my time and made up my mind and I still ended up at the same spot. I wanted to quit.”

“But… why?” I found myself asking.

“Because it didn’t matter to me. I got tired of it.” Leaning forward he laid his hands out on the table and my eyes flickered to his ring clad fingers and everything he did with them. “And I wanted none of it if it meant that I lost the woman I loved.”

“Hayes…”

“No, you’ll hear me out. I’ve been doing this for years and I’ve experienced everything there is. Some can do it for decades, but I was not built for that. I can’t see myself doing it in ten years or twenty, not even two. It’s not what I want.”

I looked down at my hands on my lap, nervously picking at my nails as I listened to his words without interrupting him.

“But I figured out what I want. And it’s you, Soléne. I want you. More than anything in my life and when you sent me away it was because you couldn’t be the reason why I didn’t get to experience all these things you think I should have, but truth is, I’ve seen it all, Soléne. And I still want you over everything I got to live through during my career. I want a life with you, in any form and way, even if it means that I have to leave my fame behind for your and Isabelle’s sake.”

“Hayes, this is crazy,” I shook my head in ignorance, but he reached over and took my hand under the table.

“You want to know what’s crazy? That you’ve been all I could think about. It was supposed to get better in time, but it didn’t. I’m still just as miserable as I was when I left that day, I’m just better at hiding it, but I think about you every waking moment, wondering where you are, what you’re doing, if you’ve forgotten about me.”

His hand squeezed mine and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes as I dared to look at him. It was a wrong idea, because the moment my gaze met his, I felt myself falling again, fast and hard.

“Tell me you haven’t forgotten about me, Soléne,” he begged.

“How could I ever…” I admitted, wiping away a tear that slipped down my cheek.

“I tried to move on, but I couldn’t. It proves that we should be together. I want this with my whole heart and soul and I’m ready to do anything it takes.”

“And how did you plan to do that exactly?” I chuckled bitterly. “What, are you going to move in with me, get a nine to five job and have a mundane life?”

“That sounds just about perfect to me,” he laughed with genuine happiness in his eyes. “As long as I get to be with you, I’m fine with anything. But I was thinking to coordinate it a bit different.”

“What? How?”

“I’ve already bought a house about ten minutes from your place. We don’t have to move in right away, we can move slowly. And I’m going to go into music producing and writing, leaving the performing to other singers. There are plenty of studios in LA that would be more than happy to sign me. I would get to still do what I love but stay in the background, stay out of the fame.”

“And you’d be fine with that? Losing everything you worked so hard for?” I asked in disbelief.

“You are my everything, Soléne. I have nothing if I don’t have you, haven’t you realized that?” he asked with a silly smile.

“I’m way too old for this, Hayes…”

“Shut up, you’re not,” he chuckled, moving just a tad bit closer to me. “I might be twenty-one but I’ve lived a thousand lives with the band on the road. I’m ready to settle down and be whatever you need me to be.”

“So you want to marry me? Have kids? What if I can’t give you that?”

“Do you not want to marry again?” he asked softly.

“With the right man, I do.”

“Would you try for another kid?”

“If I wanted another child, I would need to have it in the next about two—“

“Would you try?” he asked again shaking his head and all I could do is repeat my previous words.

“With the right man, I do.”

“Alright. Then I’ll try my best to prove you that I’m the right man and in the very near future we could make it happen if you still want to do it.”

“You’d want to have a kid at so young?”

“I would love to,” he admitted chuckling. “I have always wanted to be a young dad, I’m happy to fulfil that dream of mine.”

That smile, his damned smile was so intoxicating and blinding, I couldn’t stand my ground any longer. I missed and loved him way too much to say no to him again.

“This is going to be complicated,” I told him, leaning closer as his hand reached up and cradled my cheek in his palm.

“Not complicated, just complex,” he smiled, his face getting dangerously close. “Please say yes. Say that you want to be with me and that you still love me.”

“I want to be with you, Hayes. I love you.”

A whimper left his lips before the pressed against mine, finally kissing me, sealing the deal and lunch once again turned out to be more than just lunch as we regarded our food and headed up to the room he rented out previously, holding high hopes this is how the meeting would end.

I couldn’t blame him, deep down I was hoping for the same.

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so this morning, while scrolling through my fb feed, i came across an nyt opinion/advice piece from a 27yo (ie basically me lmao) who is obviously lucky, in a sense, to finally land their “dream job using my (their) skills” etc. like obvs i can’t read it bc of the stupid “you get one free article a month if you either don’t have an account or subscription” (my one free article was used up reading an article about adult adhd like last week)….. thing that nyt does.

but anyway. back on topic lol. the crux of the article in both the headline and the quote snippet was that the advice asker was really dissatisfied with the 40 hour work week that came with her “dream job”. with how having this 40hr workweek gave her no time to do her busy chores like house cleaning or laundry or didn’t even give her time to let her have her hobbies/creative pursuits (whatever they were/are).

however, in the comments on the article (and apparently from those who read the article on the comments, the advice/opinion column writer) a good bunch of like gen Xer’s and baby boomers (im assuming) were ganging up on the asker like “suck it up princess, it’s what life is!!! i work 70+ hours a week and LOVE IT and have just resigned myself to the fact that i have NO time left over to do my “chores”! learn to O U T S O U R C E these life admin tasks to someone else!!! everyone MUST LEARN this in america!!! it makes life so much easier ☺️” and such.

of course, there were plenty of the same bs comments that you see on anything about careers or home ownership towards millennials/gen Z’ers about “learn to go WITHOUT and save save save and squander your time so that you NEVER live and HAVE FUN or TIME FOR HOBBIES! my bet is that your parents did that and they survived just fine while also raising your ungrateful spiteful ass (not including any type of health issues they might have picked up from such long hours/shitty working conditions) so why can’t you just L E A R N to do the same you precious spoilt brat!!! because the reality of Real Life™️ is that you can’t have it both ways!!! then you’ll have early retirement guaranteed, hopefully!!! and know that hobbies really are time wasters most of the time ☺️ or at least they were for me!!! and your precious so-called “creative pursuits” most definitely are time wasters. no one needs THOSE.” and so on so forth.

they also had jibes for her bc the asker wanted to start a family at some point apparently… and apparently it’s “much worse” once you have kids. like. thanks geraldine and henry. you’ve just told us how much you’ve resented having your kids/family in one fell swoop. your opinion which you’ve framed as unhelpful, condescending advice is now voided.

like. i don’t know how rhonda or paul or deandra or philip could miss the point so fucking entirely. why the fuck should anyone- nay everyone (bc that’s what they make it sound like)- learn to outsource their busy chores like laundry/house cleaning/grocery shopping or god knows what else- to someone else???? why is that apparently a standard expected to be learnt in the US???

like why the fuck are you so desperate for people not to have free time to do these things (unless of course they live in some of those shitty nyc or other big city apartment blocks that don’t come with individual private laundries in the self-contained flats or a communal laundry on like the bottom floor or w/e for example) frank????

deidre why the hell are you so bitterly hankering about “be grateful that you have it easier than most and learn that hobbies mean jackshit and just sell your soul and time to your boss!!! when will the generation stopping being “me me me!!!” and “work life balance!” and think about the company’s bottom line!! learn that “work life balance” is never important! work like a slave for 50 years and see if your valuable experience is needed then! that’s when you’ll learn that those hours where you were never being lazy, instead of just expecting life to be handed to you, will have paid off!” or whatever other ridiculously toxic capitalist bullshit they were spitting out.

obviously there were FAR MORE people actually supporting the question asker and echoing the idea that the 40hr workweek is now redundant. they were also putting down the opinion/advice piece writer’s advice to the asker….. that was apparently similar to the all the bitter people on the comments saying that the 27yo was just “asking for too much” and had to “learn to suck it up instead of being a petulant and overly selfish dick!!” etc etc etc. we all know the spiel as thoroughly as the macarena now.

because whats so fucking wrong with wanting time to yourself and wanting time to do your busy chores??? why the fuck should i be outsourcing these to other people (unless of course you’re still living at home and your parents are still like “hey what clothes do you need washed i’m doing a load rn” or you have a partner that works from home or has some type of parental leave etc)???? i want to do my own laundry. i want to do my own gardening (ok lawn mowing or tree lopping (if needed) i’d actually outsource bc i can’t lift or push lawn mowers bc they’re heavy af for me or and i obvs can’t use a chainsaw)… but i want to do my own grocery shopping. i want to do my own cooking (although i would consider the meal kit services once i had job that allowed me to afford like $50 a month for one of those meal kits sub services) i want to do my own cleaning.

why, if i lived in the US and not australia, am i just expected to learn to outsource all of these tasks even if i don’t have the money for it??? like why the actual fuck are so many of you so fucking weirdly proud of being absolutely worked into the fucking ground for your “great country” (although this is actually bleeding through to australia too and i hate it); working like literally close to 100 hours a week???

because i wasn’t aware you had to be whatever the fuck his name is from 127 hours and cut your fucking limbs off just to fucking survive a job in either corporate america or just let alone any goddamned job in america….. all so they can supposedly “learn to like working for free and devaluing your worth even more to your employer through overworking yourself and always being available!!! mental health is for those who aren’t built for the Real Adult World™️!!! this person is a prime example of the younger generations being weak and dissatisfied with life so often because of their “oh poor little me!!! care for me!!” act. NO ONE CARES FOR YOU today. stop being so over-expectant/demanding and juvenile!!! only YOU care yourself and you should NEVER expect someone else to pick you up from YOUR bootstraps!!! you’re fucking whiny and conceited babies. the lot of you!!!”

because i honestly don’t know who the fuck would enjoy working 70+ hours week with no time to themselves to do what they enjoy doing…. or enjoy having zilch time to catch up on errands and life admin duties or just general house chores; especially if you’ve moved cities or an entire fucking state/s away from your family and support network. let alone doing the same thing on 40 hours a week.

and on top of everything, let’s not even get started on the time spent commuting to and from work or even commuting for life errands/tasks etc etc- especially if you’re like me and you’re nowhere near the capital city’s centre (ie sydney australia for me) for there to be reliable enough public transport and longer commute times to certain places in those cities (that i’ve bitched about plenty before on other posts on here about work/jobs).

get your head out of your asses warren and viola et al and realise that work life balance is literally NOT ASKING FOR MUCH and is asking employers to just have basic respect for their employees time if they work fulltime. it’s literally detrimental to ones health if they have to sacrifice what feels like (or what is literally like) their entire fucking existence to their employer just for meagre pay and just to fucking survive.

because i read a heart-breaking article last night from huffpost (posted by buzzfeed on fb) about a woman in the US who literally hid her having a second baby from her employer for an entire fucking year (literally the entire pregnancy and birth of the baby and the first 6 months post pushing the baby out) during the pandemic all because she was scared she would get demoted or lose her leading of a project and lose her bs “temp” job which had really turned into full time work although the employer never said anything about it being actually full time hours or whatever…. and plus the lady herself was apparently to scared to ask to be put on the books fulltime too for some weird reason.

like honestly. fuck capitalism. fuck thinking that “work life balance is just too hard for employers to add and regulate. it’s an excuse and ploy for workers to be unprofessional, unproductive and lazy!” or whatever the fuck. everyone deserves time to themselves to pursue their interests/hobbies and busy chores/life admin. no one deserves to waste their entire life working 70+ work weeks for those employers who literally have no respect for their employees personal lives and time.

and particularly during the time that is the pandemic as we’ve seen so many companies having to learn to wholeheartedly embrace working from home and more flexible schedules for their workers. worklife balance is absolutely fucking beneficial for everyone involved.

america fix your bullshit work ethic right now lmao.

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Closure

So...back again with another marathon I’m hosting (?) with @healing-winston-pratt <3! about our canon divergence because canon is for the weak :) however, this time you’ll only see me so...yeah, guys, I’m sorry, bEAR WITH ME LMAO AFSGHJADFGSHJA :’)))

I thiiiiiink this is...the last marathon we’ll do about this I think, and it’s a series of four fics called “Closure” which is...basically, what the name says :’) it’s about people finding closure for the ones they lost throughout the books AND before the books this is about Georgia hello darling you’re wonderful im sorry mm killed you because we thought it was..necessary after that half-assed Supernova epilogue uwu. So yeah. The first one in this Closure series is Georgia :’)

You can use this post as a masterlist for backround bc we don’t have one yet

And the tag list (If you want to be addedOR removed just notifiy us pls): @novadreamer95438 @idkimbadwithusernamesandstuff @novas-tunnel-of-anxiety @obsidianfr3sk

ALSO I NAMED THESE AFTER SONGS :) So the link will be in the lyrics I hope

Georgia

I Kill Giants

Heavier heels His mourning concealed On the saddest of days Why couldn’t we save you?

A couple days after the supernova, once all the funerals had passed and things were going back to normal, Adrian went to visit his mom.

Georgia Rawles was buried inside a very ostentatious mausoleum, located in Gatlon’s cemetery.

Nobody had ever confirmed that, but rumor had it, it resembled the structure of Pops’ old house, by the edges of the city, close to the abandoned train rails; it had similar dimensions and structure, but the décor was a hundred times better, with white pillars, stairs that led to the entrance and a wooden gate with a carved R; at some point in time, all members of the Council would be there.

Right now, it was only Mom and Evander.

The mausoleum was always surrounded by gifts that people left there. And right now, since Gatlon was grieving Blacklight, the fence was open to the public.

Though…

Well…

Whether the fence was locked or not wouldn’t have mattered under normal circumstances because, obviously, Adrian had his own copy of the key, though he rarely went to see her. Not because he didn’t love her (he did. A lot. And he missed her every day despite having been torn from him when he was just a kid), but because…

Because he liked to remember her as what she had been, not for the fact she wasn’t here anymore; he liked to see her in family albums and draw her, but the mausoleum was a very…sad place for him, almost depressing.

It was also a place where he liked to be alone with Mom. And sometimes talk to her. After all, they lived in a world where people had powers; everything was possible. Which meant that, deep down, Adrian still had faith she would answer someday.

But she never answered.

Not really.

But it wasn’t like that made Adrian mad, because maybe she was too busy doing something else; maybe she was very comfortable…wherever she was. And that made him feel rather happy.

To know she was at peace.

So, slowly, Adrian walked up the stairs, and then opened the gate.

The smell of candles and flowers greeted him, for the two headstones were being visited more often these days.

The Renegades’ slogan was written on top of the wall where the headstones rested.

Bold. Valiant. Just

Written in shining silver, so they didn’t take much attention from the spots where the two fallen Council members laid.

Right now, the bottom of the wall was upholstered with Blacklight and Lady Indomitable plushies, photographs, and tons of flowers.

So many flowers, that Adrian had to, manually, remove some of them to make his way to the wall; first, he left the bouquet he had brought for Evander; he had put some snacks in it, because it had seemed…funny in a bittersweet way at the moment, and also tons of polaroid photos Adrian had taken with him some years ago, when he was trying to entertain him during a Christmas dinner.

Evander had always been Adrian’s favorite Council member, because he…was young enough to treat him as brother; of course, Evander was an adult, but that didn’t change the fact he was younger than 14 when Adrian was born, and they had always shared a rather close relationship. He was annoying at times and, during the last months he was alive, he had fallen into a bottomless pit of madness, which deformed his personality until he almost acted like a dictator.

Of course, Adrian didn’t condone that, but he still had good memories regarding Evander and he doubted he would ever get rid of those memories. Mostly because…somehow, he didn’t want to.

 “May the light guide your way.”

Evander Wade. Blacklight.

Brother, husband, father, friend and hero.

 Adrian supposed the right thing to do would’ve been saying something, but he hadn’t come here today to talk to Evander, so he didn’t have anything to tell him. Not really.

So he just touched the headstone, but then he moved on to his mom’s, which was to the left of Evander’s.

And there she was.

There was Mom.

“When in doubt…fly.”

Georgia Rawles. Lady Indomitable.

Sister, mother, friend and hero.

 And also gone too soon, like Evander, but nobody ever wanted to say that, because it was depressing.

Gulping, Adrian placed the bouquet of white and pink roses on the floor, and ran his fingers through his mother’s name.

“You can’t see it…but I have a lot of bandages beneath my clothes.” He told her, barely able to laugh. “…because I got a ton of tattoos. I don’t know if you would’ve approved that but…yeah. I already took them off, though…in the most violent way you can imagine. But I’m doing good.”

His sentences, like it always happened, were met with cold silence, as Adrian ceased caressing the name and hugged himself, feeling the bandages that were wrapped around his body; the wounds barely hurt anymore, though. After all, they had been treated by a prodigy healer; the process was supposed to be this fast.

“I hope you’re doing good too.” Adrian said, taking a deep breath, before staring at his feet.

If he had to find a word to describe what he had been feeling since the battle of the cathedral, that word would’ve been “shock”. Because, there in the cathedral, it had been the first time somebody had told him what he had done. And his heart had been feeling heavy ever since , and Adrian didn’t know how he was going to get up from this one.

Maybe he wouldn’t.

Maybe it was something that would torment him forever unless he got help, which didn’t seem so unlikely, given that he had his dads were supportive and also willing to help him go through the process and everything.

But everything was way too heavy, just…

Knowing what he had done, even if it hadn’t been directly his fault.

“Something that seems…extremely weird, in the good sense…. Is that…” Adrian coughed. “I crossed paths with the little girl you were trying to save, and you would be happy to know she’s an amazing person…and…well…she’s my girlfriend now so, you know…she…she’s just amazing, and I love her; I guess you would’ve loved her too...”

His voice was starting to break, but Adrian chose to continue, adjusting his glasses using his pinky and sniffing.

“She’s also very broken. But she’s trying to get better, and forgive…” He said. “….I like to believe you would forgive me too, you know? Because I…I don’t know. We both know what happened. And I…”

I’m sorry.

“I loved you so much. I still do. I’m sorry my fear of losing you was bigger, until it took you away. You didn’t deserve that.” Adrian had no longer control over his shaking hands. “You were supposed to be here; to meet Nova; to be with me and I’m…I’m sorry I…I’m so sorry, mom.”

He shook and shivered, but he didn’t cry.

Not yet.

Because when he touched his mother’s headstone again, he just remembered the texture of her skin; it was always soft and warm, although her hands were a little calloused, and she smelled like violets and sun (even if people tended to insist on the fact that the sun didn’t smell like anything); he remembered how he wrapped his legs around her waist as she held him into her arms and danced with him around the apartment to Have You Ever Seen the Rain, although Adrian didn’t understand the lyrics back then and he was yet to have the guts to listen to the song again; he remembered how Mom spun around, kissing his nose, and at some point she got so lost in the moment, that her feet lifted up from the ground.

That had been a good day. And those had been a good 6 years. And while Adrian rested his head against the headstone, he almost felt the fabric of her pants, as he saw her taking out her Lady Indomitable costume and begged her to stay at home, just for today.

Now that he was older, he had grown to accept that had been her job, and he was her legacy, although not everything that was left of her.

This world. The whole twisted yet powerful everything this world had, was what was left of Georgia Rawles. And Adrian would forever be proud she was his mom, just like he was proud Hugh and Simon were his dads. Because he had fallen in the safest place he could think of.

Adrian remained like that for a while, pressing his forehead against Mom’s headstone until, through the thick blank noise, he heard knocking; three gentle knocks on the gates by the entrance, which made him jump.

And, when he turned around, all he could see was Hugh.

Which…didn’t surprise him at all.

He was wearing a jacket and jeans, but Adrian could see that his blue shirt was the one he often wore to sleep; besides, he was fidgeting with the car keys between his fingers, which only confirmed what Adrian had been thinking before leaving the house.

He should’ve had notified his dads he was leaving early; he had risen with the sun, only to be here in the cemetery before everyone else could. But he hadn’t told Hugh or Simon.

And, lately, Simon had been having trouble to sleep, so by the time the sun was rising, he often went to Adrian’s room and slept on the couch; he supposed he had tried to do that, and then he hadn’t found him, which led to immediate chaos.

Yet, Hugh didn’t seem mad.

In fact, once he put the car keys inside his pockets, he smiled.

“Mind if I join you?”

Adrian didn’t answer, but Hugh understood it was a positive answer anyway, so he went ahead; the sound of his steps created a faint echo, and when he was next to him, Hugh wrapped an arm around Adrian’s shoulder, gently.

Then, they both stared at the headstone in silence, as if they both were having their own private conversation with Georgia, in a crowded, yet very intimate scenario; a phenomena that went on until Hugh scoffed, laughing at his own thoughts, and looked at Adrian, saying:

“When your mother was pregnant, her baby bump remained hidden for quite some months; she only had a small bulge in her lower stomach…and we would always tease her about it saying that was just her abs..” He laughed. “…which would make her mad, of course. Georgia was such a mom. I feel like she really wanted to have a child, despite having acted as mom towards all of us…and she wanted to have a pretty baby bump, because she wanted to remind herself you were there….that, and cute maternity clothes, I guess.”

In response to the sudden comedy break, Adrian snorted, adjusting his glasses again.

“We can’t judge her.” He told Hugh. “We’ll never be pregnant, but we gotta admit maternity clothes are cool.”

“Oh, they were cool. And pretty expensive also. Geez, Adrian, thanks for forcing us into involuntary fasting.”

“Dad!” Adrian chuckled, punching him in the ribs, despite knowing Hugh hadn’t felt anything.

Hugh laughed with him, but his laugh, suddenly, became inexistent, and Hugh scratched his own chin, staring at the headstone. Smiling at it, and probably waiting for something that would not happen.

So he decided to speak again, although his voice sounded more hesitant, and the most…insecure Adrian had ever perceived it.

“Your dad was going crazy.”

Adrian already knew that, even if nobody had told him.

“…but I told him to calm down, because I just…knew you were here. It’s where I always come when things are rough.”

To that sentence, Adrian stared at his feet, but not yet pulling away from his father’s touch. He knew Mom and Hugh had been pretty close but, if he wanted to be honest, he had no idea he liked to come here to visit her.

“Adrian, you see…” Hugh didn’t stare at him either.

“Your mom was amazing. She was…one of the most amazing people I’ve ever meet, and I don’t think anyone that I happen to meet in the future will top her…she was an outstanding mom and just…the coolest best friend I could ever ask for.”

As Hugh’s body seemed to grow weak, Adrian felt the burning need to hold his hand, but it was far.

“…and I miss her every day, just like you; and your dad, and Tamaya, and Kasumi, and…” For a whole second, Hugh’s lips quivered when he came to the realization he had been this close to list Evander, before noticing he was also gone, so Adrian remained staring at him.

And Hugh stared back, his blue eyes looking vulnerable and just…

Weak.

So, so weak and tiny.

“You were her son. And she loved you more than I’ve ever seen a mother love her child…and I know how much you’re hurting, because I know Simon and I will never be able to fill the space she left…believe me, we’re not trying to replace her…but we’re doing our best to be enough.” He said.

“….and I understand your pain…and your grief and all the awful things you might feel when you realize you’ll never see her again…because, Adrian, I…” His lips quivered again, but this time Hugh didn’t mind to stop him.

However, Adrian could see he was choking and stumbling on his pride, which stood stubbornly in the way, until Hugh decided he was stronger, let go of Adrian and held his hand instead, tightly.

“…I need her too.” He said, almost relieved, as if a secret of a lifetime had slipped from his mouth.

“I need her so much, and I miss her so much…because she was...like a sister. She was my best friend and she’s gone, and I have to live without her and…Sometimes I feel so lost…and I just know...” As tears streamed down his face, Hugh sniffed and looked away.

“…I just know she would’ve known what to do; she would’ve known how to stop this world from falling apart… and if she were here, Evander would’ve met his baby.” Hugh stared at him again, hiccupping.

“And you look so much like her, Adrian. And I miss her so much.”

Unable to see through the fog in his glasses, Adrian removed them, as his own chest went up and down, and he barely had time to process this was the second time he had seen Hugh cry.

“I miss her too.”

And as they wrapped their arms around the other, they mourned Adrian’s mother in the most peacefully painful way possible, just the two of them, in a mausoleum full of flowers, in front of her headstone, coming to the realization that they were damaged; far too damaged, but since they were still sane enough to admit it, it wasn’t too late for them to get help; maybe they would get help, and things would finally get better when they escaped the stunted grief and all the pain Mom had left behind.

He hugged Hugh tightly as he could, feeling as if this was the first time he had ever hugged him, or hold him close.

And he felt something.

Through the dread and the pain, Adrian felt as Mom let go of his hand, leaving a cold emptiness on his wrist, which later turned into warmth due to his own temperature, and Hugh’s hold.

“Simon and you are enough.” Adrian sobbed.

“You’ll forever be enough, and I’ll never be able to put into words how much I love you.”

He meant it. Because, again, Adrian felt safe right there where he was; he felt safe in Hugh’s arms, just like he felt in Simon’s… but there were some things that needed some talking.

Things that needed some type of resolution.

Things that were awful.

Things that were broken.

Things that were shattered.

But when the world crumbled down, as long as people had the willingness to do it, it wasn’t too late to build it again.

And, after all, the first step into fixing something, was accepting the fact it was broken.

[straighttohellbuddy]

AHEM. First off, happy new year!!! I’ve been a busy kitty but I’ve finally got some days off lmao.

Secondly, I’ve been catching up on all ur posts abt how the lights get in and can I say I aM SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR THIS!! The lore, the descriptions of the supernaturals involved, THE PLATONIC LOVE ESPECIALLY BETWEEN Y/N AND SYKKUNO!!!! Platonic love makes me more excited than romantic love tbh bc I am someone who will literally happily drown my friends in love n have that in return. It is my Fuel™️.

Finally, I hope you’re okay fren!! 🧡-🐈‍⬛

hello hello!! happy new year to you too!! i hope your days off are nice and relaxing!!

and THANK YOU IM SO EXCITED i spent several hours today making both y/n’s spotify profile, which is the fic contents header, and i just posted the album covers/tracklists for all the reader’s eps and albums and im actually so proud, also it means that i now have a solid basis to work from so i know what i can reference in the fic. it’s why i do a lot of worldbuilding. you need to have a world before you can play freely in it, at least that’s my philosophy. 

ngl, i have concepts for every single one of the reader’s songs if anyone’s curious, esp. for the working on it EP and the nostalgia album, which is what they’re working on in the fic.

now im currently writing the actual fic, getting through the early stages, it’s a slowburn romance yo, im living for it. 

IM YELLING SO MUCH ABT SYKKUNO BECAUSE HONESTLY I WOULD DIE FOR HIM AND BECAUSE HE AND Y/N MAKE ME SO HAPPPPYYYYYY also because he’s not the only hellhound and im SO EXCITED to see him potentially interact with the other hellhound because i think it would be Very Funny because they’re incredibly different people lmfao. platonic love is THE BEST!! i hope the fic does it justice tbh!!

im kinda rough, but okay all in all. i hope you’re okay too!!

[burnedbyshoto]

burnedbyshoto sleepover

in lieu of reaching 5,000 followers, we are having another sleepover. due to the lateness of this all, this will begin as soon as it is posted, so have fun!

what am I taking?:

f m k

m o s t  t o  l e a s t  l i k e l y

o p i n i o n s  o n  t h i s

a s k  m e  a n y t h i n g

and as always:

p r o m p t s

just as seen before this event will end on January 19 at 11:59 p.m. PST (look at what time california is in if that confuses you). This time I have gathered prompts for you, go ahead and check them out below!

to submit a prompt, make sure to include the following:

character, category/categories, number(s)

if you do not do this I will choose whatever I want, and that’s no fun. I will also not repeat the same number for the same character. so if there are 7 asks for “dabi, angst, 7″ I will do the first one and thats it :) also there’s so many, im sorry LMAO

Fluff:

“It’s too cold! Come back!”

“No, I’m never letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

“I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“What? Does that feel good?”

“I don’t like [x], I like you.”

“If it wasn’t for you, I’d be so lost. I’m so glad you came into my life.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Us… I like the sound of that.”

“You always know what to say.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

“Are you stupid or stupid?”

“Come here, you tiny smug bastard.”

“Just let me lean on the damn cart!”

“This might sound selfish, but I don’t care about the world - I only care about you!”

“Stop staring at me like that.”

“I know how this goes. First, you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look, and then, at the end of the night, you ask for my number.”

“Don’t get too close to that one, she’ll singe your fingertips and have you on your knees.”

“You have nothing to be insecure about.”

“Take notes, kitten”

“______, we have a problem.” “I’ve been gone for like two minutes.”

“I bet he’ll have that lampshade on his head two shots in.” 

“Does it look like I know what sleep is?”

“No, keep it. I want you to have it.”

“Fine, yes, I did do it for 3 dollars and a lollipop.”

“If you’re gonna make fun of me…”

“Oh my God, …we’re gonna be homeless.”

“Why’d you let go of my hand? Did I say something?”

“I know I kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?”

“I don’t regret every second with you, I treasure them.”

“He loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it.”

“Today is the day I beat you in a thumb war!”

“I want everyone in the world to know you’re mine.”

“You’re so needy.”

“Need I remind you that your ring finger already belongs to me?”

“OH, you’re jealous!”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“You’re insane,” “You love me,” “Not right now I don’t.”

“I’m going to fucking smack you in a minute, I swear.” - “That’s not very nice.”

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Angst:

“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

“I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

“You deserve someone who values you.”

“I don’t like [x], I like you.”

“I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”

“Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

“I’ve been alone for so long.”

“It isn’t up for debate.”

“I told you that I’d never leave you; I’m not going anywhere.”

“You take me instead, do you hear me? Give her back and take me instead.”

“You would risk the lives of millions for one person? Why?” - “Because it’s not just one life…it’s yours.”

“This might sound selfish, but I don’t care about the world - I only care about you!”

“It’s okay to break.”

“You don’t have to carry the weight of the world all by yourself, you know?”

“You’re a coward, (Name)! You hide away this entirely different part to yourself because you’re afraid that someone might get close to you! You’re afraid that someone might just care about you more than you think you deserve. That - that isn’t fair.”

“Why are you so dead set on this?”

“I find that being a coward keeps me more alive, so no thanks.”

“You can’t tell that I am in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else to notice me.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m done waiting.”

“All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at them.”

“It was a blatant lie when you said that you love me, but I don’t care.”

“Have you ever loved me? You know what, don’t say anything, we all know the answer.”

“It’s time to stop lying to ourselves.”

“Can I convince you to stay?”

“You were no good for me and I was too naive to see that.”

“You did a wonderful job convincing people that you love me, I almost fell for it.”

“I’ve finally come to accept the fact that you will never think I’m good enough for you.”

“I’m sorry, I think you got the wrong number.”

“Whoever you want to be with right now, that person is not me.”

“I’m sorry that I’m not who you wanted me to be.”

“I thought there’s something wrong with me. Turns out, it’s all you.”

“You used to look at me like that.”

“Sometimes, I wonder if things could have worked out.”

“You know what’s funny? No matter what you’ve done, I’ll still fall for you all over again.”

“Say it, say you don’t love me.”

“I had been in love with you for my entire life and you decided to love me back when I finally gave up.”

“Your ego stopped you from loving me, how sad is that.”

“We aren’t meant to be, can’t you tell?”

“I’m sorry, but…I don’t remember you.”

“I am begging on my knees. Please, don’t do this.”

Send in your own!

Cliches/Situations:

There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close

You confessed your feelings and we’re about to kiss but we get interrupted

We dated in high school but then you moved away but now you’re back in town

I need a date for this wedding

“Do you trust me?”

I’m going to save you from the terrible date you’re having

You took a bullet for me

“I’ve been in love with you for years.”

I called you at 2 am because I need you

I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand

“I’m in your body!”

Holding out their arm in front of s/o’s view to prevent them from being shot.

Suddenly pulling them in for a dance.

Watching them sleep in the early morning. 

Pleading for s/o to keep walking toward them in the midst of destruction, hand outstretched and desperate. 

Holding their hair back as they vomit into the toilet. 

Taking them to a pet store and falling in love with them as they gush over the millions of puppies. 

Singing together/catching them singing softly to themselves as they cook/do the dishes. 

Video calling them because they miss them. 

Showing up at a club after they’ve called them, drunkenly needing their presence, and then taking them home. 

Breaking up in the middle of the pouring rain/watching them through the rear-view mirror as they drive away. 

Bouncing on a trampoline when they should be adulting/going to work.

Helping them with their homework, then proceeding to distract them. 

Taking them a bath after a long day/mission gone awry. 

Bandaging them up, scolding them for getting themselves hurt. 

Willingly becoming the bait in a mission to save them. 

Going on a mission together, partnering up as husband and wife. 

Fighting side by side, arms raised, guns up in the middle of a battle. 

Calling them during a panic attack, having them rush over to sooth them.

Distancing themselves in order to keep them safe. 

Losing their memory only to have it come back after a much-awaited true love’s kiss. 

Watching over them while they’re in a coma, never leaving their side, never sleeping because they want to be there when they wake up. 

Being in denial about them actually being in love with them. 

Having to erase s/o’s memory of them so they can remain safe. 

Choosing someone else over them. 

Training with them/sparring with them. 

Wrapped up in a sheet after a drunken night, flustered and trying to find their clothes while they watch you amusingly.

Waking up to them making you breakfast while half-naked.

Being utterly touch starved and too shy to ask to be held, so they resolve to brush their fingers against a part of s/o’s skin, etc.

Being the overly protective one during the pregnancy, doing everything for their s/o.

Send in your own!

Smut

“Underwear is optional.”

“Would you prefer my tongue or my cock?”

“There are only two acceptable options: either you eat me, or I’m going to eat you.”

“Remember this: your body belongs to me, and me alone.

“Your body seems to have other ideas.”

“Can you help me take care of this boner?” - “Take care of it yourself!” - “Well, it’s your fault it’s there in the first place!”

“Tonight, no hands are allowed -- only your mouth is acceptable.”

“If you keep moaning like that, you’re going to wake everyone else up.”

“I want you to watch me when I fuck you.”

“Not until you properly beg for it.”

“Don’t worry…I’ll make sure to take my sweet time punishing you.”

“I’m hard.” -  “Sounds like a personal problem.”

“No need to fantasize when the real thing is right in front of you.”

“Stop teasing me, fuck!”

“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

“I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

“I bet you think you’re really cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”

“You take my fingers so well don’t you?”

“Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

“If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Take it off. Slowly.”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

“Did I say you could stop?”

“I need you. Now!”

“Well since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

“Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

“So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.”

“If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”

“Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

“You know, you look really pretty when you cry.”

“Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”

“You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

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Types of Kisses

Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in a mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

Starting with Eskimo kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that is meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses that are given in the dark.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

A single loving kiss left on the other’s forehead when they fall asleep snuggled close together.

comforting kisses pressed to tear-stained cheeks between whispered words of reassurance and concern.

Send in your own!

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WTF is Cats About?

ralbert and cats the musical :)

warnings: none, cept cats the musical (if ur a cats stan, i swear im not making fun of it,,,,just,,,,,cats)

ship: ralbert

word count: 1577

editing: no lmao...CATS

-

Albert likes to think he’s gotten used to all of Race’s funny quirks and little habits.  He’d long since given up on getting him to stop biting his nails and the whole twirling his hair while he relaxes thing is pretty endearing.  But there are some things that still surprise him.  

Like his utterly amazing habit of withholding big life changes until they’re glaringly important and then announcing them as if he’s commenting on the weather.

Which is why Albert basically spits his tea all over his laptop one morning when Race announces he’s been cast in the fucking Broadway revival of Cats.

Fucking Cats.

Albert doesn’t even know what Cats is about.  Not that he’s ever really had the desire to know.  The whole show is a little too...furry for him.

It had been a mild Sunday morning up until then.  The sky was clear and blue and the sun rays hit just right on their bed, waking them up, but not disturbing them.  They’d lounged around for a few hours, switching between lazy morning cuddles and tiredly making out.  Life since moving to the City together had been exhilarating.  The freedom they’d once yearned for so heavily was finally at their fingertips, lending them the time to focus on their dreams and basking in the post college glow of their early adulthood.

Race worked at the local pizza joint when he wasn’t auditioning for whatever he could find casting calls for (which apparently included fucking Cats the fucking musical).  It was a good gig for him; it kept him busy and entertained.  Something Albert struggled to do single-handedly.

Albert on the other hand worked at a dingy mechanics shop a few blocks away, fixing up old cars on the side while working his way through the prestigious culinary grad program he’d somehow managed to get into.  All in all, they were doing well for themselves as 24 year olds living alone in New York City.

Somehow, they’d managed to drag themselves out of bed and into the kitchen, where Albert fixed them a modest breakfast of omelettes before docking at the counter to sort through some emails.  

Race was sitting next to him, absentmindedly petting Chips, their orange tabby, when he states, “I got cast in the Broadway revival of Cats.”

Albert pauses mid-type, glancing up at his boyfriend, who’s still intently looking at Chips, running his hand down the length of his back, “You what!?”

Race takes a deep breath, then repeats, “I got cast in the Broadway revival of Cats.”

Albert’s been rendered speechless by Race plenty of times in his 6+ years of knowing him.  But he’s never felt quite as...dumbfounded before.

“You got cast...in Cats?” He asks slowly, before shaking his head and backing up, “Wait, no, hang on, hang on...you auditioned for fucking Cats?”

Race ducks his head, a blush forming under his collar and around his ears, “Uh, yeah, I meant to mention it...but it never came up?”

Albert blinks again, “Who- what- what even is Cats?”

Race goes to answer, then closes his mouth hastily, “I don’t...actually really know…”

“How don’t you know?  You’re in the damn show!”

“I was only just cast!  I don’t know it that well yet!”

Albert makes a choked noise, “Okay, but you should at least know what the fuck the show is about if you went through a damn audition process- wait, when was this even happening? What- I’m so confused right now...my fucking boyfriend got cast in a Broadway musical- FUCKING CATS- and I didn’t even know he was auditioning.”

“I’m sorry I didn��t tell you!” Race says, looking alarmed at Albert’s impending Cats- induced mental breakdown.  Chips gives an annoyed meow at the lack of attention being bestowed onto her and leaps off the counter, trotting away to find Queso, their golden doodle.

“I mean, you’re not entitled to tell me everything about your life, just...wow, I mean, this is big,” Albert scrubs a hand down his face, “I didn’t do anything to make you feel like you couldn’t share this with me, did I?”

Race’s face softens, “No, of course not, Albie,” he sighs, reaching across the table and linking their hands together, “I just got caught up in everything...sometimes things just feel so busy and overwhelming and I like to process it alone before letting other people in on it.”

Albert squeezes his hand, “That’s understandable,” he smiles, bending down to kiss his knuckles, “And congrats! I’m so proud of you! I mean, fucking Broadway...my boyfriend’s gonna be on Broadway.”

Race beams, “Thanks.”

“We have to celebrate,” Albert concludes, “I’m calling Spot and the others.  You better not have work tonight, ‘cause we’re going out for drinks.”

Race shakes his head, bemused, as Albert pulls out his phone to text their group chat.  

“Fucking Cats…” Albert murmurs as he sends the text, “Fuckin’....Cats.”

XXX

“Can you say that your bite is worse than your bark?  Are you cock of the walk when you’re walking alone?  Because jellicles are and jellicles do, jellicles do and jellicles would, jellicles would and…”

Albert freezes in the doorway to their apartment, slowly closing the door behind him as he strains his ears.  He follows the sound of the weirdly tempoed music to the kitchen, where Race is bopping around by the microwave, reheating last night’s dinner of chicken curry.

“Hey,” Albert calls, setting the groceries on the counter.

Race glances over, flashing Albert a smile and turning down the music a few notches.

“Hey, yourself,” he says, pulling his bowl out of the microwave and stirring it a bit with a fork to cool it down.

Albert crosses to him, pecking him on the lips quickly and grabbing a glass for water.

“Jellicles can and jellicles do, jellicles can and jellicles do…”

Albert wrinkles his nose, “the fuck even is a jellicle?”

Race shrugs, shoveling a forkful of curry into his mouth, “Dunno, some type of cat?  Google it.”

Albert hums, “So this is Cats then?  Interesting music.”

“I know, it’s kinda weird,” Race says, perching at the counter, “But it grows on you.  Rehearsal started today, so…”

“Yeah, you mentioned that,” Albert places his glass in the sink and leans against the counter, “How’d it go?”

“Pretty well, I made a few friends,” Race says, “Jojo’s in it.”

Albert smiles, “No kidding! That’s crazy.”

“Right?  I didn’t even know he was auditioning!”

“Seems to be the trend with this show.”

“I get it, I get it,” Race rolls his eyes, looking a little guilty.

“Jellicle songs for jellicle cats, jellicle songs for jellicle cats, jellicle songs for jellicle…”

“If they say ‘jellicle’ one more time I’m going to shoot myself,” Albert growls.

Race whips his head up, eyes slightly wide, “Oh, honey, you are not going to make it through this one…”

“Fantastic.”

XXX

“Hey, Race, have you seen my- WHAT THE FUCK!”

Race turns away from the bathroom mirror, fixing Albert with an innocent look.

“Have I seen your what?” He asks.

“No,” Albert says, pointing a finger, “First answer what the FUCK happened to your face.”

Race turns back to the mirror, dabbing some more orange cream foundation around his eyes.  Disturbingly, Albert notes that his makeup design looks very similar to Chips.

“Gotta do our own makeup for the show,” Race answers, padding a generous amount of setting powder around his face, “I’m practising.”

“Right…” Albert rakes his eyes over Race’s features.  So far, the makeup only spans on his face and down his neck a little, “What else does your costume entail exactly?”

Race grins wickedly and Albert swallows.  

“Oh, you’ll see.”

XXX

“Do you like my tail?”

Albert slowly closes his book, praying for strength as he looks up.  Race is standing by the doorway, rehearsal bag dropped at his feet.  His face is smudged- like he tried and failed to clean off all the layers of his meticulous cat makeup.  He’s dressed normally in adidas workout pants and a random t-shirt from a color run they did years back.  Protruding (Albert doesn’t wanna know how, but alas) from his backside is an orange tabby cat tail.

“Did you choose to be the same kind of cat as Chips?  Or was it some sort of creepy coincidence,” Albert deadpans, refusing to look at the tail longer than he has to and keeping his eyes fixed on Race’s face.

Race’s smile drops a fraction of an inch, “Wait, it’s weird that I chose to be her breed?”

Albert groans and picks back up his book.

XXX

“Congratulations!” 

Albert is met with a faceful of Race’s blond curls as the cast comes swarming out of the stagedoor.  He smells like makeup remover and sweat, but Albert doesn’t care as he kisses him, pride swelling in his chest.  

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the exhilarating feeling of seeing Race shine onstage.

“Thanks!” Race looks high on adrenaline and Albert never wants that light to leave his eyes, “What did you think?”

“You were so good!  Everyone was!  And the music was all better than I first thought it would be,” Albert said, playfully swaying them back and forth where they stood, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Race, “Just one question.”

Race cocks his head, “what’s up?”

“What the fuck is Cats about?”

Race tips his head back and laughs, “I still have no fucking clue.”

-

the word ‘cats’ doesn’t even sound real anymore and i think that’s fitting

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[ourmisadventures]

Street Rat // r.h.

so like?? idk what this is?? i’m only posting it because @suddenly-im-respecsable asked for it but it has like zero plot and its messy and rushed but?? i just finished my first week of college and i’ve been writing this between classes so blame the messiness on that lmao. enjoy.

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Racetrack Higgins, unlike many others, hasn't changed his selling spot in six months. Why would he, when the only angel in Manhattan walks past his corner everyday. It took him a while, but eventually he was able to strike up a conversation consisting more than 'here's your pape.'.

"Extra, extra! Beautiful girl causes all hearts to stop, you heard it right 'ere folks!"

The obviously fake headline shouted from behind the girl causes a smile to spread across her face. She spins around, standing face to face with the boy she's come to know and love.

"No one is gonna buy a paper with that as the headline," she says, grabbing the folded paper out of the mischievous boys hand.

"I disagree, I's already sold three just by sayin' your name," he smirks, folding his arms across his chest in satisfaction.

"Don't lie to me, Higgins," she replies, placing a dime in his paper bag, "it stings, right in the heart."

"I ain't never lied to you's, Y/N," Race says, taking the coin out of his bag, "I ain't ever made you pay for a pape either, don't you's try and start now."

"You know I always end up givin' the money to Jack to slip in your bunk, right?"

The smile on the boys face rivals the beam of the sun as he wipes the beads of sweat off of his forehead, blue eyes sparkling down at her.

"You's always been good to me, Y/N," he says, "ain't you tired of me yet?"

She smiles back, swatting his upper arm with the paper.

"That ain't gonna happen."

---

"Morning newsboy," she smiles, tapping the blonde on the shoulder, "got anything good for me today?"

The boy smiles back, tucking his cigar in his shirt pocket.

"Got one right 'ere special," he says, flattening the paper, "'Manhattan newsboy claims to have seen an angel', best story in town."

Her reply is cut off by a sneering voice from behind the pair.

"Well would you look what we have here," he says, "lil' Y/N associating with a dirty newsie."

"What's it to ya Oscar?" Race asks, teeth gritted.

"It'll be interesting to see how your father reacts to this development, Y/N," Morris says, "don't think he'd take to it kindly."

"What I do in my free time is none of my father's business," Y/N says, shooting glares at the two bullies, "besides, he knows I go out and buy a paper everyday."

"Well, we'll just see about that," Oscar practically growls.

Morris shoves Race into a nearby wall, he and his brother quickly taking off down the street. The boy stares after them, making sure they didn't turn around for another fight.

"Idiots, wish I could give them a good soakin'." She says, shaking her head. "You okay?"

"They've done worse," Race replies, brushing down his shirt, "they know your father?"

"Lots of people do," she replies, swallowing a bit, "he's a doctor uptown, helped out the Delancey's a time or two when their dad got injured working on the trolly."

"Oh, you're..." Race stops himself, swallowing back the words he wants to say.

Better than me in every single way.

"I'm?" She prompts, eyebrows raised.

Race smiles, heart melting at the prospect of a girl like her being friends with a guy like him.

"You're amazing, 's all," he says, handing her the paper, "here, from 'fore we's got interrupted."

Y/N smiles back, placing a dime in his palm in exchange for the paper.

"Don't even try to give that back," she teases, "we all know it won't work."

Race stares at the spot where her fingers brushed against his hand, half a smile on his face.

"I'll uh," he mentally shakes his head, clearing his thoughts as he looks back up at her, "I'll see you's tomorrow?"

"Bright and early."

When she returns home that night, it's as if she can sense the tension in the air before she enters.

"When I tell you to go buy a paper never were the words 'make friends with the newsies' uttered from my mouth."

Her father's voice made her jump as she closes the front door, and the girl to swallows down her nerves.

"They're just kids, papa," she says, "some of them are my age, and I'm polite, just like I am to everyone else I come in contact with."

"That's not what I've been told," he barks, "the Delancey boys have been kind enough to tell me exactly how polite you are with those...riff raff."

"Riff raff is not the word I would use," she says boldly, causing the man to slam his hand down on the table.

"I will not have you ruin the reputation of my name by hanging around those street rats," he shouts, "you are an upper class girl, and you will hold yourself as such. Those ruffian children should not receive one dime of the money that I worked for, they do not deserve it."

"They're working just as hard for mere pennies," she says, taking a step forward, "if not harder. They're just children, papa, and a lot of them are younger than I am. They're orphans, or they're working to feed their own families. That doesn't give you or anyone the right to treat them as anything less than us, if anything they deserve to be treated as better than us."

The house is silent for a few moments, the man breathing heavily through his nose. He moves slowly, confidently, and points at the door.

"Get out."

The rapid knocking on the lodge door woke most of the boys, and with Race being second in command, he took it as his responsibility to see who it was. It just happened to be the last person he ever expected to see outside his home after sunset.

"Y/N?" He tucks his cigar into his shirt pocket, worry on his face, "what's wrong darlin'?"

The tears spill over her eyes after he asks, throwing her arms around the boy as she sobs.

"He kicked me out," she finally says, "my father. I stood up to him, defended you and the other newsies and he kicked me out."

Race wraps his arms around her, holding her tight to his chest. He strokes her hair, trying to calm her down so he can bring her inside.

"I-I'm sorry," she says, pulling away and wiping underneath her eyes, "I shouldn't be here, but I hadn't anywhere else to go."

"Nonsense, you's always welcome 'ere," Race replies, wiping a stray tear form her cheek, "c'mon, let's get inside before both of us catch a cold."

He leads her in with an arm around her shoulders, shooing the other boys away and telling them to go back to bed. She follows him to his part of the room, half a smile on her face as he hands her some of his clothes to change into.

"I'll keep the boys out," he says, "just open the door when you've changed."

She does as he tells her, and a feeling of safety and comfort falls over her as she slips on his checkered shirt. He comes back in as soon as she opens the door, smiling softly.

"Thanks for letting me stay with you," she whispers, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, "truth be told I don't really have any other friends I could call on. No other friends in general, actually."

"Well you's got us," Race smiles, "we ain't much, but we're 'ere, always."

"Can I come sell with you tomorrow?" She asks hesitantly. "Just a few papers so I can figure out how it's done? I promise I won't be a hinderance. And I'll split the money with you so you don't loose anything from helping me."

"Shh," Race stops her rambling, placing a hand on her cheek, "course you can. 'N don't worry 'bout the money. I bet you's a natural."

She blushes, looking down at her shoes.

"I appreciate this, Race," she whispers, "more than anything. Most guys wouldn't do this."

"Well I ain't most guys," Race smirks, motioning to the cot, "c'mon, we needs rest if we's gonna sell tomorrow."

Five weeks later and true to his prediction, Y/N's a natural seller.

"I swear, sometimes it seems like you was born to be a newsie," Race says one afternoon after watching Y/N sells her last paper, shaking his head, "you make a good sellin' partner."

"Shut up," she shoves him lightly, rolling her eyes, "you're just sayin' that cause you's my teacher, idiot."

"You's even startin' t' talk like us!" Race exclaims, placing a dramatic hand over his heart. "I'm so proud."

"Yeah well," she shrugs a bit, "been with you's for five weeks, things start t' rub off."

Race watches as her eyes dim just the slightest bit, twisting his lips into a frown.

"You've been back there at all?" He asks quietly.

"Not since we got my stuff," she replies, "had t' sneak in through the window then. My brother wouldn't even look at me."

"Hey, shh," Race pulls her into a nearby alley, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean t' bring it back up."

"I jus'," she shakes her head, blinking away the tears threatening to spill over, "I guess I just still don't get it. How he could look at his own flesh and blood and kick me out just because I made friends with you."

"Ya know," he stops, kicking a rock with his shoe, "ya never told me what actually happened. Jus' that he kicked you's out because of us."

"Race, I..." she shakes her head again, "I can't use his words, call you those things...I can't."

"Hey now, I knows you don't mean them," he says, "whatever they are, you's can tell me."

"He said you were riff raff, street rats," she whispers, looking at the ground, "ruffians. Said that you all didn't deserve any of the money he worked for. And when I defended you, when I said that you lot deserved the money more than probably anyone else in the city, he told me to get out. First thing that came to my head was to come to you."

"Well I'm glad you did," he smiles, "couldn't stand the thought of you's out wanderin' the streets alone."

He brings a hand to her face, trying to catch her gaze.

"You know I don't think what he says is true, right?" She asks. "If anything I think you 'n the other newsies are by far the best people I've ever met in my entire life. I mean, none'a the people I met through my parents would have let me in if I had shown up on their doorstep after midnight 'n I do-"

Race places his hand over her mouth, smiling fondly as she finally looks up at him.

"You talk a lot, you knows that?" He teases. "Like, more than anyone one I knows. Even Davey, and his nickname is Mouth."

"Sorry," she mumbles against his skin, and Race smiles again.

He pulls his hand away, pulling his hat off of his head. He leans against the wall, running a hand through his hair with an overdramatic look of contemplation on his face.

"I don't care much for ruffian," he finally says, "but street rat, that I can get behind."

"What do you mean?"

Race shrugs a bit, taking a step closer to her.

"I could be your street rat, if you wants me to be."

"I..." she trails off, furrowing her eyebrows, "what are you sayin'?"

"You know what I'm sayin'," he whispers, leaning closer to her.

"Race..."

"Jus' say the word, if you wants me to stop," he mutters, placing a gentle hand on her waist.

His breath fans over her face, and her eyes flutter down to his lips. A feeling of longing forms in her stomach.

It's her that finally closes the gap between them, twisting his shirt in her fist and pulling his lips down onto hers. Race pulls her closer, chests flush against each other as her hands tangle in his curls.

"This is," she pulls back a bit, but Race kisses her chastely again, "improper. We're in an alley, an-"

He pulls her back to him, placing both his hands on her cheeks as he presses another kiss to her lips.

"If I worried everyday 'bout what's proper 'n what's not I would never do anythin' else," Race says, shaking his head, "if you don't want this, I'll respect that," he whispers, "I don't wanna force you into anythin'."

He moves backwards, but she chases his lips with her own, placing her hand on the back of his neck to bring his head down.

"Sorry," she mumbles against his mouth, "that was the old me slippin' through. This is just...all new, 'm still gettin' used to it."

"But it's what you want?" He asks, carding a hand through her hair.

"More than anything."

He kisses her again, fully and properly, and the girl melts into his touch. Race practically pins her against the brick wall, hand resting on her jawline.

"You don't mind settlin' for a street rat?" He teases, trailing his lips down her neck.

"Considerin' I'm one'a you now," she smiles, "it ain't settlin' at all."

---

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Little One

Request: @hat-r said: hiiii can i have an imagine where the reader is part of the cast and its an off day for taping so she goes to work out w the cast and evans and seb notices a guy checking her out and they go extra protective since shes young like holland and they see her as their little sister, thank youuu

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader x Sebastian Stan (platonic)  Guest Appearance: Anthony Mackie, RDJr, Elizabeth Olsen, Mark Ruffalo, Tom Holland, Chris Hemsworth, Scarlett Johansson, Benedict Cumberbatch.

Warning: NO INFINITY WAR SPOILERS. Just cute platonic fluff. A random guy being v pushy.

A/N: I got this request and really liked thinking about Seb and Chris being protective over you, that just melts my little babbu heart. I bet they would be so cute and caring, and the cast as well, so it was very fun to write this. Smooches! xoxo, - L 

MAY I JUST ADD I WROTE EVERYTHING IN THIS WRONG? LIKE A COMPLETE DIFFERENT THING IN THE SAME WAVELENGTH AS YOUR REQUEST, AND THANK GOD I REALIZED BEFORE I FINISHED IT, BUT I WROTE A FULL 1K WORDS OF SOMETHING YOU DID NOT REQUEST AND THEN I WAS LIKE WAIT WHAT AM I WRITING THIS IS NOT WHAT THE PERSON REQUESTED! SO IT TOOK ME A LITTLE LONGER CAUSE BASICALLY I WROTE TWO BLURBS. Maybe i’ll finish the other one day and post it separately lmao im stupid. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED!

Y/N your name   |   Y/L/N your last name   |    masterlist

To say you were the happiest person on earth would be an understatement. You were beyond ecstatic to be working next to the avengers once more, and now with the full team, no less.

When the Russo brothers called your manager to inform you that your character played a role in the Infinity War movie you nearly fell out of your seat. You had always loved all of the Marvel Universe, and two years ago when you were cast for a small yet somewhat important role in Captain America: The Winter Soldier, you couldn’t care less about the size of your part, you just wanted to be there. In the end it seemed like your character played an important detail in Infinity War as well and there you were being called back to set with the world’s mightiest heroes. 

The first week of table reads gave you the chance to meet the few of the team you had yet to know and thanks to the previous movie you were in, you were quickly engulfed in Mackie, Scarlett, Sebastian and Chris’s arms upon arriving. Out of the whole cast you knew them the most, and throughout the filming you had formed quite a bond. 

Sebastian even pulled out a chair, forcing you between him and Chris as you joked around before getting serious and in character for the script reads. 

Now, almost a year later, Infinity War was almost wrapped up and it had been the most amazing time of your life. The cast was a delight and the team making all the movie magic happen was even more so. You were glad to have landed yourself a spot in the middle of the crazy family that The Avengers were on and off set. Getting a chance to talk all girl-things with Scarlett and Elizabeth, cracking jokes and sharing memes with Tom Holland who was around your age, having arguments over food with Mackie and Chris Hemsworth, and sharing words of wisdom and never-ending banter with Benedict and Robert. Not to mention teasing Ruffalo over the fact that you had read the full script, and he couldn’t know because of his tendency to spoil everything. It was a very gratifying experience, and you didn’t mind the early calls and late nights a single bit as the movie geared up to be one of the greatest from Marvel so far. 

And it was that family-like mindset they shared, on and off set, that quickly made you the little sister of the bunch. This was your third big role ever, so it was fair to say you were kind of new to the whole filming industry. CA:TWS had put you out there, and landed you a couple of guest appearances here and there, along with an upcoming TV show that even had Sebastian cast for a couple of episodes later in the year about which you couldn’t be more excited about. It was always fun to have him and/or Chris around, and they had named themselves your protective on-set-dads thanks to the love they had for you.

That protectiveness shone through each time you insisted on doing your own stunts and they double and triple checked with you more than the actual stunt team, just making sure that you were ready for that 13 feet drop or that mortal flip. “It’s okay, dads” you’d joke, but smile at them thankfully because it was nice that they cared. 

But you could only do your own stunts thanks to the amazing workout schedule and routine the film helped you obtain. The whole cast needed to be on top of their physical activity for the movie and you were grateful for the bonds you made because you had never been a fan of the gym, except there was always someone ready to train with you on off days and the gym was never boring for once. 

It was one of those rare but wonderful break days, and a couple of you decided to go train together. Chris and Seb hit the weights, starting with their arm routine, as you rushed to join Mackie who had arrived earlier and was doing – of course – legs.  “Gotta get those quads ready for action Y/N” Anthony joked the moment you sat by him ready to stretch and follow his routine for a bit. “I’m doing a bit of everything today, Mack. Didn’t exercise at all last week” you give him a soft smile and continue pushing and pulling your limbs to warm up. 

A mere thirty minutes later you were doing a set of warm up lunges and squats without weights by the aerobics section of the gym. Your legs were already burning, and you had to admit you had a love-hate relationship with lunges. God did they hurt but god did they work. 

And you weren’t the only one who was thinking that they worked. Right behind you, but still at a safe distance – the few spaces the gym-logic demanded people respectfully kept between you and the next person going through their workout – was a man, in his late thirties and with the type of workout shorts you always thought were too short for men to wear to the gym, could affirm that yes, lunges do work, as he stares you up and down without you noticing. 

He had started looking the moment you walked into the gym with three other dudes, his mind wondering if he could get in on that action. And when you finally separated from them, his ogling turned more obvious and more careless. He was eating you with his eyes and you hadn’t paid attention to him, to engrossed in your work out and focused on getting the best results to care for stupid distractions.

Not to busy to stop being protective and attentive, Chris and Sebastian had taken note of the man very early on. They hadn’t said a thing because every body looks when someone enters the gym, and they were getting looked at by girls all around too. It was normal to peek out of curiosity, to wonder ‘aren’t those the actors?’ or something of the sort, but they never stopped looking over every once in a while, just making sure the staring stopped or it was as innocent as when they looked at you in your skin tight suit that resembled Scarlett’s, when on set.

It wasn’t like that. 

As Chris set down the dumbbells and started switching positions for Sebastian’s turn, Anthony approached them. “Gonna hit the showers” they both nodded and their eyes followed Anthony’s body for a moment before landing on you. “Dude” Seb announced, slapping Chris’ shoulder and lifting his chin in your direction. Immediate worry and slight rage coursed through their veins. “Are you serious?” Sebastian muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair to get the medium length strands back in check. “What the hell’s wrong with this pervert” Chris murmured, the two men not realizing that their feet had started to slowly move them towards you, ready to take off in case you needed their help. They let Anthony know that they had noticed the creepy weirdo since they arrived but now he was being really disrespectful and not at all innocent or cautious of his looks.

The man started stepping closer to you, chatting you up as you took a break from your routine and that’s what immediately set them off. They couldn’t tell what the creep was saying to you from where they stood, but they could tell you were uncomfortable and his intentions weren’t the best. Hopping over bars and equipment they charged over to your shrinking body. If this dude laid a finger on you or made you an ounce more uncomfortable and creeped out than you already were, they would put their good superhero training to good use and cause a ruckus for sure. 

“That’s a good routine you’re doing there” they heard the man say as they closed the few feet between their bodies and yours. “Uh” you didn’t know what to say, all you wanted to do was run or tell the man off, but he looked like the type to not leave after a simple warning. Looking to your side to find Sebastian and Chris, with their mean faces on and bulging muscles thanks to their workout, had never made you feel more relieved.  “Everything okay here?” the blonde one said, putting his body between yours and the guy’s, eyeing him up and down, forcing him to step back and not invade your personal space any longer. Before you could say anything, let them know how uncomfortable you were, Sebastian laid a hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring smile before turning back to angrily stare down the guy.  “Hey man, just making conversation with the pretty girl” the sleazy man said with a grin that made you want to puke. “I think the pretty girl doesn’t want to talk, so take a hint, yeah?” Sebastian murmurs, blue eyes piercing, as if he’s telepathically communicating to the guy ‘back the fuck off’. It seems to work because he’s taking a small step back. “Jeez, didn’t think people had guard dogs in 2017” “Well she has a couple of those, and they bite” Sebastian smirked at him, one smirk that let him know if he wanted to so much attempt anything against them or come close to you, he wouldn’t live to tell it. “Chill dude” the guy said shakily, clearly scared off as you relaxed into Sebastian’s embrace “Of course, dude” Chris faked a dry laugh along with the line, one of his hands placing itself on the man’s shoulder and squeezing, hard enough that you can tell it must have hurt “Tell you what” he smiled at him “how about we don’t harass young girls at the gym anymore, yeah? And then we’re all ‘chill’ ” He let the guy go with a small shove and you looked from behind Chris’ broad shoulder in time to see the creepy man scurry away and out of the building.

Your cheeks flush red at the situation, how you totally froze when the weird guy approached you and how you felt a little embarrassed that Chris and Seb had to swoop in and save the day, yet grateful that they did, like the superheroes they were on camera.  “Are you okay? Did he touch you?” Chris asked worried, hunching down to your height and running his electric blue eyes over your frame, looking for who knows what, but just making sure you were 100% perfect.  “I’m okay, and no he didn’t. I just... that was weird, I feel gross” “It’s okay, doll” Sebastian finished, pressing a quick kiss to your temple and pulling you into his arms for a quick hug. “We’re always looking out for you, little one” and you smiled up at him, moving your arm to get Chris in on the hug as well. You felt very protected if they were around, like you would never be alone and in danger if they had a say in it. “Yo, I saw a little bit of that, everything okay?” You heard Anthony say. He had a fresh set of clothes and his gym bag on his shoulder as he rushed to where the three of his friends shared a comforting hug. “Just a creep trying to hit on Y/N here” Evans said with a grin. “Yeah but my two over protective and ever so caring dads roughed him up a bit” you say, a little more calm now and poking your blonde and brunette friends on their side. Anthony chuckled lovingly, crossing his arms in front of him. “Well you’re about to have a third dad scaring off creeps whenever you need, cause I care about you too, Y/N” Anthony said causing you to laugh and bring him into the hug as well.

[thetrippy-grunge]

VENTING POST TW

soo im struggling within myself. I used to he 98 lbs and so light and skinny and i was thriving. Im legit so far away from that now. I hate the bod im in but im having such a hard time losing. I work so much and my depressing is making it so hard for me. I want to be able to wake up early and do a workout but i work 7 days a week most weeks, if im lucky 6. I sleep all day on my days off bc depression and work about 10-13 hours each day. Im having a hard time doing basic human self care. Brushing my teeth is so hard but i always make dure to floss once a day. Laundry is forever a challenge. Taking out the bins. I do it all but then have no time to amdo groceries. thats number one. I want fresh fruits and veggies but the time im free all the supermarkets are closef and the only thing available id junk food. I live in bermuda btw so a basket of fruits and veggies is gonna be at least 120$ and thats just a small basket. My boyfriend loves junk food and when i asked him to hide it from me bc i have no self control he just told me to just "control myself" lmao in the middle of a relapse im failing at. Idk what to do. This island thrives on junk food and nothing you buy out is healthy. You legit gotta do it yourself. I just dont have time and when i do its always something. For today for example, im at work until 3.30 then have work at my other job at 6. I could of gone in between work but have to meet for a house sit. Tomorrow will be the same except all nice supermarkets with good quslity food thats not mold will be closed. Doubles on monday. You get the jist. You would of thought that being busy is helping me lose and if i went straight to bed yes, but junk food right there with my boyfriend. If i can judt get fruits n veggies it will be fine but how??? When???. Sorry for the rant i just feel im in limbo. When my boss lets me go to the store its already 7pm and they are closed. There is legit no time in the day and i have no idea how im gonna cope. My depression is getting so so bad bc of this... maybe its a good thing....

[sunflowerplusapeach]

𝓂𝓎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

✰hi everyone! i’m not the very type of person who’s good at storytelling but i’ll try my best to share my very first concert experience in my life. i’m figuring out many armys are gonna attend bts’ future concerts or curious about it so i’ll let you know about mine in this thread.

(𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆)

BUYING TICKETS

each venue has different official ticket distributors. for example, the concert for staples center LA has AXS as their official ticket distributor, meanwhile oracle arena has ticketmaster. ITS ALWAYS JUST THE TWO: AXS and Ticketmaster. tbh i really don’t know whats better at first since i’ve never bought one. many armys prefer ticketmaster and vice versa but let me tell you!! before the ticket selling for oracle arena, I tried practicing buying tickets for the LA concert dates thru AXS and actually got sumn! i think it was a p3 seat that costs only like $120 with tax but i didn’t got it cause i’m from north cali and LA is too far for me so i really did set my mind on the oakland concert only and let me tell you sis, that was a dumb move!! the date for the ticket selling for oakland came and i didn’t snag any ticket from ticketmaster and i was actually pissed. but i’ve had plan B and that is to buy from stubhub. yes, stubhub which is another ticket reseller but sells ticket at an expensive price. when the sold out sign went out for oakland i quickly went to stubhub and got a p6 ticket with a price thats 4x more expensive than the original price (which is only $60) and i lowkey cried cause i didn’t got p1 (which is my planned seat) but actually thankful cause i’m still gonna see them anyways but just far away. there’s many tutorials about buying tickets made by armys on yt and tbh i didn’t follow any of them lmao. i guess its just bad luck to me that day. it’s really chaos during ticket selling so stay strong and be patient with the process. some armys on twitter are selling tickets but of course it would be better if you could buy on your own with the official price and not the overpriced ones. there’s also lot of scammers during ticket selling period cause they know some fans are desperate and those are the type of peeps you wanna be careful with.

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE CONCERT

finally its tomorrow!!! i was kinda nervous and excited at the same time but kinda relieved cause i had a friend (shoutout to jaja 💜 ) whos going with me too. we only just met at twitter and its gonna be our first meeting too on the day of the concert lmao. i didn’t mind going with her cause its her first time also so i have someone with me who is on the same boat as I am. it would be nice if you had a friend/s with you whos going also. if not, its alright.

on the night i did some beauty preparations. of course i wanna look stress-free on the concert day lol. i did prepare the bag that i’m gonna use (which was a drawstring bag) and some essentials. i was gonna prepare on the morning on the concert day cause i don’t wanna be stressed yet. make sure you know the venue map (bighit posts it at twitter the day before the concert) so you can know where will be the merchandise line will be located, where to buy the lightstick, and the photo booths and stuff. plan ahead the merchs you’re gonna buy tomorrow and have extra money in case. planning really helps. plan merchs that you want in case the merch you want got sold out.

memorize fanchants if you can. tbh i didn’t memorized all the fanchants and i’m a little guilty lol. it would be really appreciated on the concert day i promise you.

have a good sleep and relax. excitements gonna keep you awake but if you can’t sleep try taking sleeping pills. it works for me when i can’t sleep the night when i’m super excited on the next day event lmao.

CONCERT DAY

this is it! the day i’m looking forward all my life lol. its such a good day to wake up to as I think that i’m gonna meet bts at night. i woke up at like 6:30 am cause i had to drop my brother at his school. i did some errands at the morning and didn’t have the opportunity to sleep again which made me worried cause its gonna be a busy day but i’m confident cause i got 8 hours of sleep at night. i got home at 9:30 and started preparing my stuffs.

WHATS IN MY BAG?

-powerbank

-concert ticket

-phone

-extra cash

-plastic water bottles (not the hard containers like hydroflask, they don’t allow it at the venue)

-wallet

-binoculars (an essential for me cause i’m gonna seat at the very back TT)

-army bomb ver.3 (i’m planning to pair it at the venue booth so i won’t have any problem in case i didn’t do the right steps to pair it for concert mode)

-gum

(this is all whats in my bag that day. i didn’t bring any banners but you can if you want but there’s a limit on the size. see the venue rules for the allowed banner dimensions)

OUTFIT

check the weather before wearing anything. if its very hot, wear light clothing and if its cold, wear appropriate clothes. it was 60 degrees that day so i just wore a pink sweatshirt and pants with pockets. i was originally planning to wear leggings cause it looks more better with the sweatshirt but i can’t tolerate bottoms without pockets LOL. so i just decided on simple pants. i thought about this outfit cause i wanna be comfortable as possible. i don’t recommend high heels but if you’re used to it why not but its not really recommendable. everybody wants to slay and there’s nothing wrong with that but make sure you’re also comfortable so you can really enjoy the show :) i did wore RJ headband to show support to jin and it really looks adorable! many armys complimented me about it when i arrived on the venue hehe

TRANSPORTATION

i just live near oakland (30-45 minutes away) so the transportation was pretty easy for me. i do have a driver’s license but my parents didn’t allowed me to drive to oakland cause they told me its not safe lol which is i kinda understand plus i don’t wanna worry about the parking. i went to oracle by uber and it was really pricey but it just depends on everyone. my parents didn’t have the opportunity to drop me off there cause they have work that day. i left the house at like 12:40pm and arrived at oracle after an hour. the traffic wasn’t that bad yet but i left home early cause i didn’t want to get stuck at the traffic plus i’m still gonna line up for the merch.

MERCH LINE

i automatically lined up to the merch section as soon as the uber driver dropped me off at the gate lmao. the line was long when i arrived but to my relief its moving fast. if i mean fast, i’m not kidding. kudos to the bts crew and staffs. before you line up a staff is gonna give you a paper, more like a merch list where you will check up the merch you want along with the quantity (theres a limit quantity on each item). i think its a really good idea so that the line wouldn’t take too long. once its your turn you’re gonna give the paper to them and they would bring the item and calculate the price overall. i think my overall transaction was less than a minute. it was really fast but many of the items i want are sold out already :( but its alright, still thankful i got some.

ps, DON’T FORGET TO BRING A PEN

also shoutout to kathy! 💜  i met her on the merch line. it was awkward at first but she was really friendly. she told me she was going to the concert alone cause her friends didn’t got a ticket which is kinda sad cause who tf wants to go alone to the concert right? plus she was wearing a mang headband while im wearing rj so our combination looks really cute 💜 too bad we don’t have a photo together but i got her twitter username. were still communicating till today which is kind of adorable hehe~

here’s the merchs that i was able to buy:

(official slogan, mini photocard set and ip7 phone case)

HOURS BEFORE THE CONCERT

after buying merchs, me and my friend Jaja got to meet for the first time! it was crazy finding each other but it was really fun haha. here’s our photo together when we met:

after meeting we went straight to the army bomb pairing booth and got our army bomb ready for the concert which took less than 5 minutes. the staff who paired ours was very friendly (she was korean).

after that that’s the time when we were both curious on where to go. we decided to line up to the bts studio but backed out cause it took long plus were kinda worried where we will eat for dinner.

we tried asking some security guards on which was the nearest fastfood place that we can walk over but he was rude. really rude lmao. that’s what i also noticed on the guard gates on oracle, they were all hella rude. and since the guard’s answer was useless all i did was just to google map instead and found panda express and in-n-out as the nearest fastfood on the venue but we need to ride on uber cause its not really safe to walk around oakland. we got uber and arrived and ate at in-n-out. thanks jaja for treating me <3

we just told each other our stories and got to know each other. we also talked how we found out about bts and became an army and stuffs like that. i’m really glad i met her cause her life is very similar to mine so we both can relate to each other’s stories.

before 5 pm we went back to oracle again, rode uber and arrived safe. after that we went to the north entrance wherein all entrances will open at 5:30pm. it was a smart move that we went there early so we can just chill and won’t have to worry about the time.

BAG INSPECTION and SCANNING OF TICKETS

the line became long after 3 minutes when we arrived in the line. the line was fast enough. my 2 sealed bottled water got confiscated TT but everything went on smoothly. we went straight to another line again which is the last line for the ticket scanning and that’s where it really hit me that i’m gonna see BTS!!! i started taking photos and my heart was really beating so fast. when the venue was letting people in the line was fast too. after that me and jaja got in, we both screamed and jumped together. she was almost crying and i was just there still silent at the fact that it really is the day that i’m gonna see my inspirations hours later.

after we came inside we went straight to the food section and bought water bottles which costs $7 per bottle lmao. always prepare for expensive stuff inside the arena cause i’m not joking, it really is expensive. we had our bathroom breaks and went to our seats!! jaja and i had different seats so we separated our ways and went to our sections. her ticket was on the left side of the arena while i’m on the right side.

it was easy finding my seat plus there’s gonna be a banner on each seat so be careful not to touch those cause i accidentally brushed through a seat and the banner dropped and almost got lost (clumsy me) but good thing i found it and returned it. the armys inside the arena wasn’t full yet when i got to my seat. here’s the view while i was waiting:

the vcr was playing some bts music videos on repeat. its in your preference if you would sing along or do the fanchants but i stayed quiet while waiting cause i was reserving my voice for the real show later. i charged my phone with my power bank to make sure my phone will stay good while recording some videos. it was really fun and you can feel the excitement in the air. my seatmate was kinda cool but i didn’t talk to her that much (sorry i’m awkward hahaha)

the show was getting nearer and nearer and the crowd started to get louder too. when 8:00 pm hit the clock everyone was hfskjdhfskjdfhsjbfkjsdgfdskbnglksfgbksjgns including me! the last mv that showed before the show was DNA and everyone sang. when the lights went out, we all went MBDJSGDKJHFJSGFKJHGFSJFDGHAJKFGSHFGKSJ

THE SHOW

this is the part i’m not gonna explain that much LOL. i had my army bomb ready, my binocular on my neck, my phone on my other hand and my voice on full volume to cheer my babies. when idol came i thought i was gonna have a heart attack LMAO. i quickly grabbed my binocular and damn they don’t look real. they’re too perfect to look real OJO angels indeed.

be careful of your neighbors when your cheering, you might not notice your hitting them. as namjoon say, be mindful of your neighbors so everyone can enjoy the show :)

also, stay hydrated! i drink water from time to time so my throat wouldn’t be that dry.

some of my fancams: (shameless promo heh)

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBdJOY1NfAvoakzAY3CnQmofro6O9x9ME

AFTER THE SHOW

i was a lil sad when the show ended but it was literally the best night of my life. i knew i had to deal with pcd (post concert depression) after but i just stayed happy throughout the night even after the show. jaja and i went out the stadium and got an uber ride. i was thankful cause even if its late they were still uber drivers around there.

HOME

when i got home my dad was waiting at the parking and he greeted me happily. he asked about my experience and the merchs i bought and i quickly told him about the overall experience. he told me he was happy cause i got to be really genuine happy for once in my life and i’m glad he supports me regarding my fangirling life. after i showed him the merchs and videos i went to my room and THAT’S WHEN I REALLY REALIZE ITS ALL OVER NOW TT. i got emotional but i didn’t really cry. i can’t cry cause i still have work the next day LMFAO i don’t want my eyes to be puffy af. work was ok the next day. i was a little blank but good thing it wasn’t that busy at work but i feel really tired.

OVERALL, the concert experience was truly amazing. words weren’t enough to describe how amazing it was. if only i can time travel i would repeat it without a doubt but of course, life must go on. the only thing that sucks is that you have to deal with PCD but i believe everyone will carry on. i hope every army will get to experience bts concerts atleast once cause believe me sis, its really an amazing experience and you only live once~