#seeing this for the first time my little brain was OBESSED

[barissoffee]

The best Star Wars animated project argue with the wall

[ohbo-ohno]

Obessed with the idea where you’re just really damn fast in the ghoap serial killer AU.

So Simon and Johnny let you go thinking it’d be a fun little game for them, except— much to their shock— you make them work for it. (Maybe you’re muzzled during this so that you don’t try to scream and attract attention from anyone nearby?)

Just imagining Johnny being giddy with excitement and Simon cocking his head ever so slightly as they watch you disappear into the forest. They’d take off after you, feet thundering against the ground and echoing throughout the forest— and somehow, you seem to speed up even more.

Feel like you would have the advantage of being lighter than Simon and Johnny, letting you gain more momentum, enough to prevent them from capturing momentarily; but I also feel like they’d have shitloads of stamina and their military training to boot.

So maybe in the beginning they take it easy, perhaps underestimating you— something they make sure to not do next time— and just yelling out to you in the forest. Johnny would taunt you with a big shit-eating grin on his face and Simon would say the most ominous shit that would internally freak you the fuck out.

The start to get worried when they notice some smoke and realise some campers or something are nearby.

You notice the same time they do and you take off with them hot on your heels. (Knowing that Death in the form of two men are following close behind you, that these people will likely die because of your choice— knowing and choosing to anyway, praying that they’ll be enough to distract Simon and Johnny long enough so that you can escape.)

Your start to hear sounds, and something stirs in you; but before you can make it another step you’re slammed into the ground and the air is forced out of you. Maybe you’re dazed and can’t focus on anything but breathing at the moment- you don’t even notice when you’re picked up or being moved, can only scream in frustration later when Simon and Johnny have chained you up as punishment.

(Simon ends up putting a leather shock collar on you next time they play so that you don’t get to far— unbeknownst to you of course. You just think that they’re fucking insane and logically, in your brain, said territory just comes with weird kinks on top of that.)

🍋 Anon

Lemon you’re my soulmate

I’m always so torn on how much of a Character to make a reader insert, because I don’t want to actually make an OC. I never describe readers in my WIPS either (so anyone can read them - please let me know if I ever use descriptive words and I’ll cut them out) past having them be AFAB and fem presenting, but the temptation to give them a decently unique background is sooo strong.

I love love love the idea of the Serial Killer AU!Reader being from like, rural southern America (like me lol) and having grown up chasing friends through the forest, so this whole “playing tag with a serial killer” thing ends up being just That taken to its most extreme version. She’s a little bit feral, she’s run barefoot through the woods before, she can do this

The scenario you wrote with the campers has my heart pounding. I could see that going one of two ways

(a) You make it to the campsite. As soon as you spot the smoke you’re off like a shot, and because you’re closer to the campers than Ghost and Soap, you get there first. The poor campers are having a lovely night toasting marshmallows and bam - a naked, muzzled, and filthy woman bursts into the clearing like her ass is on fire.

You try to rush them out - don’t worry about the muzzle you have to fucking go they’re literally right behind you - but they’re not listening, crowding around you instead and prying at the muzzle, at your sluggishly bleeding cuts (from the bushes you’d skimmed). They’re weirdly touchy, and you end up desperately shoving their hands away and near screaming through the muzzle to be heard.

The first one is shot through the head. One second he’s panicking and telling his friends to get away from you, the next his head is just gone - just an explosion of red and brains from a shotgun blast. That gets the others screaming, gets them dashing away from you. But you know it’s too late, can only fall to your knees and squeeze your eyes shut in hopes that it’s over soon.

You only stay like that for a moment, their screams already fading a little with your disassociation, when a rough hand grabs a chunk of your hair and yanks back. Your eyes fly open, and Simon rumbles in your ear, “No, look. Look at what he’s doing to them. Look at what you’ve done to them.” You thrash a little, throwing yourself this way and that to try and get away but Simon’s grip doesn’t loosen at all, and you don’t want him to tear chunks of your hair out. You squeeze your eyes shut to block out the axe Johnny raises high above his head and the screaming girl beneath him, only to feel a heavy smack against your cheek. Simon snarls, his anger radiating through every word. “No. You fucking look. This is your fault, these people wouldn’t have died if you hadn’t fucked everything up. You’re going to watch them suffer, and then you’re going to dig their graves.”

And you do. You watch Johnny decapitate the girl, watch him guy another person and force their head down to see it, watch him strangle a third, bash a fourths head in with a rock. The dirt is more red than brown by the time he’s done, and you can’t hold back the sobs and pained moans, loud enough to be heard even through the muzzle. Johnny sits with you and the corpses while Simon grabs a shovel, reiterates again and again that these people died because you were a fucking idiot, and the three of you are out until sunrise while you dig a grave for them.

Later, Simon bandages your wrecked hands and Johnny coos over you, kisses your palms and apologizes when you whine at the sting. Simon gives you painkillers, and neither of them make you lift a finger until you’re all healed up

(b) You don’t make it to the campsite. Johnny and Ghost have already got you in their sights, and the half second you pause in surprise before taking off to your gives them enough time to catch up. You run with everything you’re worth, sprinting faster than you ever have before to get there before them and pray to God someone has a gun.

You’re almost there, you could nearly throw out a hand and be seen in the clearing, when you’re tackled to the earth. You go rolling, breath knocked out of you and your back erupting in pain as you’re viciously held to the ground. There’s a hand locked around your throat, and body straddling you, and it takes a minute for you to be able to blink past the pain and see that it’s Johnny.

“What were you gonna do, huh? Gonna go running off and beg for help? No one can fucking help you out here, bonnie. We’d slaughter them - might just do it anyway. That what you want? Huh?”

His teeth are bared, sweat dripping from his face to yours and eyes alight in a sort of primal rage. He flips you onto your stomach, fucks you deep into the dirt right there as you stare at your would-be saviors. You scream, cry, beg, and more, but the muzzle muffles you so you’re not even sure if Johnny can hear you. Your orgasm comes just as the first person’s head is blown to smithereens

Love the inclusion of the shock collar again. I feel like it fits more in this AU than the other one tbh

[hestialevy]

~Epiphany ~

Today's the 6th of January, also known as Epiphany day (or Three Kings' Day for some). Christians are celebrating the day of the Magi, when the Three Kings came to see Jesus after his birth.

Traditions calls for a King cake to be shared on this day. The cake is different depending on where you set your eyes to, you may know for example Rosca de Reyes but here we're going to talk about the French one, obviously.

We call it Galette des Rois (there's no real translation), this King cake is made of puff pastry and frangipane (an almond flavored custard) : there's a fève inside (literally translated to fava bean since this is what was used originally) a small porcelaine figurine hidden. If you find the fève you're crowned King or Queen of the day, with a paper crown often sold with the Galette.

Because there's a price (the title and the paper crown) some may accuse the other of cheating, so it's tradition for the youngest one to go under the table and designate a slice to someone randomly.

a few more words for you under

“I am now your King, you may bow to me !”

And because my brain goes brrr and I have an unhealthy obession with Pierreste, of course I had to :

Of course Pierre had to find the fève and that made Esteban sigh, his teammate wasn’t known to be the  humble kind -at least not in front of him. 

They wanted to make a part of the team try a galette des rois, actually having to buy two because he knew one would never be enough for the group. Their engineers had loved the idea, watching Pierre trying to cut even slices for everyone while Esteban explained at the same time the tradition behind it. 

 Pierre was now wearing the golden paper crown on his head, going to every single person and asking for a bow. Esteban had yet to finish his own slice, too busy watching Pierre and his stupid crown, he hated how well it suited him. And the engineers actually played along and were giving him bows that made him smile, it quickly went away as Pierre was now going his way.

“Your turn !”

Esteban took another bite, getting flakes everywhere on his shirt, and giving himself the opportunity to shut his month. He shook his head, hoping Pierre would simply give him.

He did not.

“C’mon Este, I’m the King.”

“I think you cheated. You’re the one who cut them” 

He didn’t actually think that, Esteban wasn’t a kid anymore, fighting Pierre for the crown and begging his mom to choose the “good one” for him. He remembered how the last time he went to Pierre’s house to eat a kings’ cake with his parents he had been the one to designate everyone’s slices. 

“Alright kids who wanna choose ?”

Pierre’s mom had cut her homemade galette, setting each slices in small plates, still a little warm. She watched as the two 12 year old kids both designated the same  plate and she knew they would fight for it.

“I chose first !” started Pierre

“That’s not true, he copied me !”

That’s when Pierre’s dad arrived and sat at the table watching the two boys bicker again for third time that day. 

“Alright Esteban ! Under the table young man.”

“Why me ?”

Pierre turned to him like he had asked the dumbest question ever.

“You’re the youngest”

“We’re the same age”

“Still the youngest here” 

Esteban couldn’t argue more about it, Pierre of course understood that and stuck his tongue out. His mom stopped the exchange by waving her dish towel in front of them.

“Pierre, behave. Esteban, you both fought about it, so we’re making it fair, the youngest choose under the table. Hop hop.” 

Esteban obeyed.Pierre’s mom took a plate and asked Esteban who this one would go to, until they all had plates in front of them. He still decided that going under the table had to be worth something and pinched Pierre’s leg, he had tried to fight back and kick him but only managed to hit his dad. Esteban had somehow made a good choice, because he almost chipped a tooth on the fève hidden, he had been so certain he’d never get it he forgot to be cautious. 

Pierre had been the one to crown him King that day, he had made sure it would fit him first then placed it on his head. 

“My king” 

Esteban had never been able to tell if he meant it as a joke, to mock him or only to play along. 

“It doesn’t taste good to win like that, I don’t cheat Este … I’m a fair King, so, can I get a bow ?”

Esteban smiled. To be fair, he had decided to play along with Pierre’s antics, until he felt something hard with the last bite. 

Spiting out a little porcelaine baby jesus on his plate, he stretched out his arm to get the second crown and handed it to Pierre.

“ I’m King too, will you bow to me?”

[toxixpumpkin]

Im sooooo obessed with ILYSFM ita not even funny I listened to the whole album on repeat/shuffle for 3 days. I love whatthehellishappening? so much.

There's the second verse of it where it's like "the trunk popped open and I locked eyes with the kid behind me"? I peraonally interpret that line as like "this is a terrible relationship or situationship but god it's better and more fun then whatever I've got going on outside of this." And the bit about closing the trunk making eye contact with the kid is a matter of "my friends see me stuck in this cycle and they're trying to help but I'm perfectly content being here"

Also also, deeply obsessed with Wonderful Nothing I'm eating glass (animals) about it tho there's nothing coherent up in my brain about it other than it reminds me a little of toyko drifting.

Also over already banned On The Run from playing in my car while I'm on the highway for,,,,,safety reasons for sure lmao

I was fresh off a 12hr shift in bed preparing to sleep for like 20hrs when the album dropped and I felt my soul sing as I laid in bed eyes closed experiencing it for the first time

I was absolutely delighted by the way whatthehellishappening? Played out especially the sudden cut off at the end and the slow fade into Creatures in Heaven. It like gives me a feeling of the rocket ship we’re on was going out of our control (just like the song) and we just have to go along for the ride but it’s exhilarating and FUN then we got like hit by a meteor and and wake up moments later as we started drifting in space (the slow transition into Creatures) thinking about the love we had that didn’t end how we expected.

And Wonderful Nothing!!!! I got chills the first time when it faded out to come back to that deep bass line felt it in my bones! I think that one will sit deep in my chest. There’s something about it that makes me want to find my Ex and bite them

On the Run tickles my brain in a way I wasn’t expecting it to. I never know what song will be THE ONE for me but everything about it just makes me energetic. I especially love the lyrics about having fake mustaches and changing them out daily to avoid detection it’s so silly I love it

Also Goodness Show Pony is so much for me cause it’s just the day dreams of what marriage and love looks like when you’re young and I had such grandiose ideas about it all to and I dunno Show Pony just also hit home unexpectedly

[booksarelife-stuff]

Writer Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @annabtg

Tagging @queen-isabelle-writes

Do you write in order?

For the most part, yes! But typically, I’ll think of one scene in particular in my head and I’ll build around it, but when I actually go to write, I start in order. 

Do you start with something particular?

Typically, just an idea and how I want my characters to be. And normally what Taylor Swift song I’m assigning them and the story!

How fully formed does your writing come out the first try?

Pretty formed I think! 

How many drafts do you go through?

I don’t write something completely, check over it, and do rewrites of the entire fic or scene. Typically, I write over the span of day (weeks, months) and everytime I open the word document, I read through what’s already there and make changes before continuing. I don’t know if that 

Tell me about your process.

I’m just going to tell you guys about the process of DWOHT because that story is my baby right now and its a fic that I feel has actually had a process from me. Most of time, I just write silly little oneshots. This will be below the cut because it’s long :)

So Red, White, and Royal Blue is one my favorite books. In fact, one of my favorite troupes of contemporary romance is royality. (Maybe my love of the Princess Diaries and The Prince and Me played a factor in that.). I had also been to England in October 2021 and I fucking loved it. I found myself after that trip being obessed with British history because my tiny pea size american brain was so excited to see old things in the UK. 

So I got home and started watching The Crown on Netflix and got addicted to the British Kardashian family. I’m not for the monarchy in any way, they are just like reality tv show that has is the face of a country and it entertains me. I feel really bad for the UK citizens whose taxes pay for the clownery. 

This was all going on and then I entered the Feburary 2022 Jily challenge and was given the prompt: “You have nice lips?” “Thanks?” and I was stumped.

Then I got on tiktok and I saw the story of why Taylor Swift wrote Dancing With Our Hands Tied, which was already my favorite song by her. Basically, she had made her first public appearence in a year and the press just shouted mean and horrible things to her and made her feel like shit, especially when it came to her relationship. Dancing With Our Hands Tied is about a relationship that feels doomed to end because of outside forces but they are trying to make the most of it. 

And then with Prince Harry and Meghan all the news, talking the press. How the press treated Diana. Princess Margret’s struggles, and her relationship with Peter Townsend. A plot appeared in my brain. 

I chose Lily to be the princess with much debate because if you think about them in canon, James is the rich priveledged one. But I thought Lily’s characteristics just fit better as the royal in the story. James has the real privledge in the story (beside money and power) because he has warmth and love, something that doesn’t seem to be a big part of the royal family. Also the sibling rivalary is real! Petunia and Lily were perfect. 

And that’s it! I started plotting and writing. I’m still working on Chapter 7 but I had to make some major changes because of watching Harry and Meghan, and now I’m almost done with Harry’s book. 

Sooo yeah! 

[martian-writes]

My Obession, My Muse (Part 2)

Cw: Izuku creates art of morbid things, very macabre, i might describe what he creates in detail if it makes you uncomfy please don't read.

Prequel to "Do You Think Im Spooky". We see everything that leads up to Izuku's blood painting of Katsuki.

Izuku is unsure what possessed his parents to return to Japan. But he supposes it isn't all that bad, he'd be closer to his cousin after all. Hitoshi's school has an excellent art program or so he is told.

Izuku wonders if he'd get in trouble here for his art style in the same way he did in America.

'Too Dark'

'It's a little morbid don't you think? Beautiful yes but not appropriate for school'

Hitoshi's school was typical just like the schools in America, everyone had their own clicks but unlike in America. Izuku was a lone wolf, an outcast, he was the student spectacle and it wasn't even for how he dressed.

His art was yet again the center of it. Though it was because they were curious about his art as curious as they are though. They do stay away.

That's fine, Izuku likes it that way.

Well... they do except one.

Bakugo Katsuki. UA high quarterback.

Izuku couldn't understand why the jock had taken a liking to him but Izuku assumes the jock had initially thought he /could/ bully Izuku. About a week into the school year, Katsuki had approached Izuku, slamming his hand hard on the lunch room table Izuku sat by himself at.

"Oi! Panic at the disco" Katsuki said

Izuku slowly looked up from his sketchbook, to find three sets of eyes looking at him. But the only ones he paid attention to was Katsuki's, because his eyes are the shade of red Izuku loves to paint in, crimson bright red like fresh blood.

"I don't like that guy" Izuku replied

"Hehe it's actually a band" Izuku's gaze flickers to a yellow blonde that has a black streak in his hair. He flinches slightly when Izuku's gaze finds him.

"Actually. It's /just/ the one dude." Izuku corrected before he looked back at Katsuki

The two only stared at each other, Katsuki seemling having forgotten why he walked over here to start with. Izuku was just memorized by the boy's looks. Izuku looked away first, feeling that itch of inspiration coming and if he stared any longer he'd surely want to paint the jock.

Izuku turned back to his sketchbook, dragging his fingers along the charcoal drawing he was doing. Smudging the fine lines he had created, giving the drawing shading without so much work.

'Red' he thought to himself  'it needs red'

Without looking up his fingers ran across the colorful charcoal chalk he had out, he grabbed the bright red he'd darken later. At that moment Katsuki seemed to snap out of it.

"The fuck are you drawing My Chemical Romance" Katsuki reached for Izuku's notebook.

Instantly the sketch book got snapped shut. Izuku's large hand wraps around Katsuki wrist and tugs him close

"If you are going to refer to me as bands at least use my favorites" Izuku says "Please do not touch my sketchbook as im working"

Katsuki was at a loss for words staring into the deep green.

"Hey man let em go" A red head said, Izuku's eyes snapped to him and the red head held his hands up "You're causing a scene"

Izuku's eyes scanned around and there were too many eyes on them. He let Katsuki go and the ash blonde snarled like an animal at him and walked away rubbing at his wrist. Izuku hoped it would have been the last time and wished the way Katsuki looked when he snarled at Izuku didn't engrave itself into his brain and screamed to be drawn.

It wasn't the last time. 

A month later, during after school hours, Izuku had been given permission to stay in the art room to finish his first semester project that he has scrapped mid class period because some girl who- (Izuku later found out had a crush on him) looked at his work before he was done.

There was a reason Izuku sat back of the class, easel facing away from everyone else. Izuku didn't like people seeing his art before it was done, in his head that tainted his work because no one would get the full picture, no one would see his work as they should, as he intended if they saw it beforehand.

The girl should have known there was a reason why he always put headphones in and the teacher allowed him to do what he pleased. Why no one bothered him as he worked. 

Yes his art was morbid, dark and macabre. But Izuku is a talent that no one wants to disturb because Izuku is going to be the next big thing.

Everyone knew it.

The girl had peered over Izuku's shoulder and when he turned to look at her, she was smiling and speaking. He pulled his headphones from his ear and stared at her as she spoke

"I know its um" she stammered "incomplete but its looks really a-amazing"

Izuku's eyes flickered back to his canvas, it was just a black painted background, a half painted woman in the middle, her body bended backwards, contorted. Her jaw open wide and broken, her eyes sunken pitch black and her hair long yet thin brushing against the tile floor that had a puddle sketched that would have eventually become a blood puddle.

He looked back at her oddly, just stared as her face became a-flamed. As she fidgeted. in her spot messing with the hem of her shirt.

It wasn't that Izuku didn't know how to say thank you, he wasn't trying to be rude. He was just baffled? And he felt like he space had been invaded because /everyone/ knew to leave him alone as he worked either because they chose too or were directed too. The class was directed too.

"I'll. Im gonna-" and she scampered away without finishing her thought.

Izuku watched her leave before sitting in his chair, staring at his work.

It was tainted now, he /had/ to start over. So he did, a project that had taken him a while to create, /gone/.

So there he worked, back in the classroom. The only light on was the middle light, the rest off. His favorite bands played so loudly in his ears that he hadn't noticed the blonde jock enter the classroom.

Katsuki watched Izuku work for 20 minutes, watching the way viridian eyes scanned over the canvas with burning concentration. Katsuki listened to the way the brush hit the canvas with swift motions.

To Katsuki it was like watching a ballad. He was amazed and memorized by how Izuku's wrist moved with such smooth motion, every strike of the brush against the canvas was thought out and precise.

Katsuki walked over slowly, stopping just before the easel. He had heard from Hitoshi how Izuku doesn't like people seeing his uncompleted work and after what he heard about some random extra.

Katsuki didn't want Izuku to get rid of whatever he was currently working on.

Admittedly Katsuki is strangely fascinated by Izuku and his art. Most people want to draw and paint flowers, people, pretty things. But Izuku paints and draws the dark, things people don't want to look at or see and Katsuki thinks it's cool.

That's why he was here.

Not because he found Izuku attractive. Not because the green haired male was the type of guy Katsuki would no hesitation fall to his knees for.

No, no. Not at all.

Izuku looks up from his canvas, noting the red eyes staring back at him. Katsuki's mouth moves but Izuku can't hear. So he removes his headphones

"What?" Izuku said

Katsuki rolled his eyes "what are your favorite bands?"

Izuku's eyebrows furrowed "huh?"

"What are you? Deaf? Your favorite bands. You told me if i was gonna call you by band names to use your favorites"

Izuku blinked and set his paintbrush down, wiping his hands down on a rag. He raised an eyebrow "Or you could me by name?" Izuku stuck his hand out "Im Midoriya Izuku, but Izuku works just fine"

Katsuki shoved his hands into his sweats and shook his head "I ain't ask ya name De-ku. I asked what are your favorite bands"

"Deku? Like useless?" Izuku tilted his head "that's not very nice"

"You sure as shit aint being useful! I asked you a question"

"I gave you an answer"

"Not one that answers /my/ question though"

Izuku stared at the blonde, wondering why he truly was here. Surely the band question was an excuse to get his name. Katsuki muttered something before turning away and Izuku watched him leave, the itch to draw Katsuki coming back and Izuku stomped it down.

Katsuki got his name, and had even given him a mean nickname. Now Izuku was sure the jock would leave him alone.

Katsuki did not leave Izuku alone. In fact after this moment it seems as though the football player is everywhere, Izuku could not escape him. It only got worse when Katsuki was hell bent on spending so much time around him, sometimes Katsuki would speak and others Katsuki would just watch Izuku work without ever toeing the line of looking at his work.

Izuku appreciated it but he couldn't understand /why/ the jock was constantly around. Didn't he have better things to do? Katsuki being around so often was not helping this urge Izuku was having to draw him.

Izuku refuses to make Katsuki a subject for his work lest someone says that his artwork is him plotting to murder Katsuki.

Izuku wiped his hand across his forehead not realizing he had left a streak of red paint across his forehead. He stares at Katsuki who is doing homework, Izuku pauses his music and walks toward the jock.

"Don't you have practice?" Izuku questioned as he reached the desk Katsuki was working at.

"Only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays" Katsuki replied easily without looking at Izuku

"Okay let me rephrase. Why are you here?"

Katsuki looks up and the inspiration to draw him crawls out of the pit Izuku had clearly ineffectively tried to bury it in.

"I'm doing my homework" Katsuki said in a duh tone

"That much is obvious. Why? In. Here. With. Me?"

Katsuki leans back, placing his hands behind his head, his biceps flexing with the movement. Izuku does his best not to get distracted by such defined muscles. "Why not in here with you? You aren't shitty company and you /usually/ don't bother me"

Izuku hummed, not quite sure what to say to that or how to react. So he shrugged and went back to his canvas, Katsuki went back to his homework.

Izuku stares at his canvas, he truly should thank that girl for peeking at his work. Because what he has now it's far more beautiful than the original.

The subject is a grim reaper of sorts, in broken knights armor, eight arms. Four of those arms hold a large scythe that looked like a giant sickle. The tip of it is dark with red, the sky dark and gray almost as if it'll storm any moment. The wheat field isn't a wheat field at all, but a field of bodies, some lay scattered on the floor and the rest well Izuku has to finish drawing them in. 

Izuku picked up his fine detail brush to do just that, when his eyes flicked to the jock. Katsuki has his bottom sucked into his mouth, eyebrows knitted in concentration.

'Draw him'

The voice in Izuku's head startles him. He stands up straight, eyes wide as he stares at Katsuki.

'He is so beautiful'

It was just a /known/ fact.

Katsuki was born to a model mother and he happened to take after her of course he was beautiful. That porcelain smooth skin that has been kissed by the sun from days spent practicing in its rays. The way his hair forms a spikey halo around his head making him look like an angel, perfect bone structure. Had Katsuki been born during Greece's classical period surely he would have been everyone's favorite subject.

He would be beautiful painted in blood, painted in the dark with only his eyes to be seen. Katsuki would be beautiful sitting atop a throne of bones with bodies of the dead lying beneath him.

Izuku swallowed thickly and looked away the moment Katsuki's eyes flicked up to look at him.

He needed to leave.

Gathering his brushes Izuku rushed to toss them into the sink to wash, Izuku grabs the white sheet he was given to cover his work and tosses it nicely over the eisel. After he walks to the sink and begins cleaning his brushes in a haphazard manner, he'll clean them more thoroughly at home.

"Oi" Katsuki said startling the greenette who froze to see that blonde had moved across the classroom toward him "fuck are you rushing for?"

"Huh?"

"You usually take your time cleaning your shit." Katsuku shrugged

Izuku did not notice the pink on katsuki's ears. And he rubbed his hands down his jeans before replying

"Nothing. I- just realized im late for meeting up with some friends"

A lie. Most of his friends were in America and the set he had made here weren't even his friends to fully begin with. They were his older brother's friends and they were studying for their midterms.

Izuku barely hung out with Hitoshi because the insomniac had begun dating one of the jocks and he was trying to stay /away/ to keep away from Katsuki. Though that plan wasn't working out so well considering the jock had decided to use whatever free time he had to be around Izuku.

"Oh" was all Katsuki said before going to gather his things to leave.

The pair walk out the school building and Katsuki adjusted his book bag on his back before shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I have a game coming up soon." He said "You should come, eyebags is going"

Izuku side eyes Katsuki "I'll think about it. Those... school events... aren't my scene"

Katsuki nodded. They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.

"He likes you," Touya said one day when his brother Tomura decided he was going to take Izuku back to campus for the weekend.

"What? No one likes me" Izuku replied as he let Touya do his special effects makeup on him.

"That Jock clearly does" Himiko said looking up from her sketchbook.

The group were currently sitting in the basement of the college campus house Touya rented for the year. The basement had become his studio and he was testing a new technique that gave a 'burn victim' effect without having to use so much makeup.

Before Izuku could protest, Tomura looked up from his switch.

"He spends a lot of time around you. Respects your art boundaries. And invited you to his game" Tomura said

Spinner- who Izuku has no idea why they call him that he just goes with it. Looked up from his gothic literature paper.

"That is like THE definition of him liking you" He said "He invited you to his game"

"Plus didn't you say you want to draw him?" Jin asked

Izuku sighed "Yes but... i /can't/ draw him in my art style... it'll freak him out"

"Why are you worried about that if you don't like him?" Touya asked with an eyebrow raised "unless you do and that's why?"

Izuku squawked "I d-don't like him!"

A chorus of "RIIIIGHT" rang out.

Katsuki couldn't possibly like /him/.

Last minute and last second Izuku had decided he would go to the game. His parents were happy to see he was expanding his horizons in activities.

Izuku had become captured by the game, screaming with the crowd, Izuku had gotten into the school spirit, their school was winning. Izuku was happy with his choice, he was glad he came out. He was but that was until their school had won, Katsuki had rushed a touch down and scored, the stands had erupted its shouts and cheers. 

The team lifted their quarterback on to their shoulders, Katsuki had ripped his helmet off and was chanting with his team. The pride that oozed off him, dripped into the crowd and into Izuku.

Katsuki's head swivled as he looked out into the crowd, a proud grin adorning his features, arms raised above his head chanting "Hell yeah!"

Red met green through the sea of people. As loud as it was in that moment, the world had quieted, and it was just them. Katsuki flashed Izuku a smile, full of teeth and there in that moment, Izuku knew he was /fucked/.

That night Izuku woke from a dream, frenzied with the need to draw. So he grabbed a clean sketch book, and Izuku drew until the birds chirped and the sun shined through his window.

But Izuku couldn't stop the voice, the inspiration he so desperately tried to stomp out came back and sunk its claws into him.

Izuku missed school.

"He's looking for you," Hitoshi said when he found Izuku sitting under the bleachers of an empty school gym one day.

Izuku brushed his fingers along the charcoal, smudging it before grabbing the red marker that tucked behind his ear and uncapped it.

"Yeah? When isn't he looking for me?" Ixuju replied

Hitoshi crouched down in front of Izuku "why you avoiding him?"

"I'm not"

"You are"

Izuku ignored him.

"Bakugo is a little rough around the edges but he is a good guy" Hitoshi said "He likes ya"

Izuku still didn't reply, finishing his drawing. Izuku flung the book to him.

"I /like/ him too" was all he said.

Hitoshi flipped through pages and pages of just Katsuki. Katsuki was drawn in macabre ways that left him breathless.

"He consumes my mind. He is all I ever want to draw, paint" Izuku said." That's why I'm avoiding him. He has become an obsession"

"He is your muse," Hitoshi said quietly, staring at Izuku's latest drawing.

Katsuki dressed in battered and bloodied football uniform, a helmet broken in a way that resembled a crown sat upon his hair.  He sat on a throne of bones of a deserted football field, the grass was dead. The sky was dark red, apocalypse like. Laid out like a present for Katsuki, other football players all knelt down in worship of him.

"He is."

"Stop hiding from him."

So Izuku did.

That's how Izuku ended up in the art room painting a canvas in that deep dark red he loves so much. Using his fingers and backs of his brushes to mark out Katsuki's face do all the details of his beautiful face.

His scowl, his lashes, his cheek bones. Those lips Izuku were growing more desperate to know what they tasted like.

Izuku sighs when he finishes the painting, wiping his hands on a rag. Izuku throws himself into his chair and throws his head back.

"What if he doesn't like this?" He says to himself "what if it scares him off"

Izuku tosses his head back and closes his eyes. He hopes today Katsuki doesn't look for him, Izuku isn't ready to show him the stuff he has created.

A squeak of sneakers catches his attention moments later, his head flies forward and he curses to himself.

There stood in the doorway of the darkened classroom stood Izuku's obsession.

Katsuki.

"H-hi" he stammers

Izuku's heart flutters in his chest. He makes Katsuki nervous.

"What are you doin here?"

"W-well. I- um"

Katsuki is cute when he's nervous.

Izuku raises his pierced brow "You were looking for me... weren't you?"

Katsuki doesn't reply, eye darting everywhere but never looking at Izuku.

"You know" Izuku says "Most people stay away from me"

Katsuki takes a few steps closer "its because you make them uncomfortable"

Izuku looks back at his canvas "Now why would /I/ make them so uncomfortable?"

Katsuki shrugs & walks closer "You have a reputation"

Izuku scoffs "I have a reputation?"

Katsuki hums and Izuku watches from the corner of his eye as the jock walks closer and stops a respectful distance away from the easel.

How he is so fucking hot and respectful?

"They feel that your methods, your art is-"

Izuku cuts him off as he stands up with a smile. Izuku never really noticed how short Katsuki was compared to him, how small he seemed next to him. It makes his smile widen "Spooky?"

Izuku tilts his head as he waits for Katsuki to reply. His eyes roam over the very face that haunts his dreams, fills his head and his sketchbooks. Without a second thought Izuku grasps Katsuki's small wrist in his hand, covering his eyes bringing Katsuki closer to him and the easel.

Izuku stares at the canvas for a moment before leaning close to Katsuki's ear "Do you think I'm spooky?"

Izuku removes his hand and waits with bated breath as Katsuki takes in the art before. After a moment Izuku hears a quiet

"Beautiful"

He is floored.

"Yeah? Doesn't? Creep you out that it looks like I drew you in blood?"

Katsuki stares at the painting but shakes his head no.

Izuku's eyebrows practically touch his hairline in surprise. He leans back against a table as he hums.

"You are weird pretty boy"

Katsuki turns to him blush, coating his cheeks "Am i?"

Izuku nods and Katsuki steps closer to him. Their shoes toe to toe, the jock looks up and says

"I don't find you spooky"

The honesty in his eyes sends Izuku's heart into a race. His stomach filled with butterflies and his breath hitches.

"Am I still weird?" Katsuki questions

Izuku's eyes drop to Katsuku lips, they are so close that if Katsuki just tilts his head up just a little more they could kiss.

"Very."

Katsuki surges forward pressing their lips together for a second. He pulls away & Izuku digs his ringed fingers into Katsuki's spikey locks. Pulling him closer to kiss him longer, deeper. When they pull away chests heaving, forehead pressed together Izuku says

"Bad omens"

"Hah?" Katsuku asks looking up at hin in question

"Bad omens is one of my favorite bands"

Katsuki pulls away with a smile on his face "Now you answer my question? You are so chicken shit"

Izuku laughs and nods "I guess so"

"Can I see more?"

"Huh?"

"Your art. Can you show me more?"

Izuku nods "i think i have some sketch books you'd like"

Katsuki smiles up at him before pulling him for another kiss "Cool".

[quitesins]

hi are u accepting request? Im obess with your king bakugou headcanon😭✨ im really curious like how would reader would met bakugou, or how would the reader get his attention (becuase that brat doesnt paying attention to people who are boring-). Did we met him in a ball or a horse racing competition?. Its okay if youre not accpeting request :)))

So glad you enjoyed it!! I don’t quite do full requests but I can defo be prompted into talking about Bakugou lol! so here’s my off the dome- no edit, just vibes- word spam of Dragon King! Bakugou!!!

How Dragon King! Bakugou and Reader Meet

Masterlist | Dragon King! Bakugou

Tags: Sfw, Suggestive, Fem! Reader Mentions of violence/Nsfw, not explicit, Fantasy Au, Dragon Hybrid! Bakugou, King! Bakugou, [this was a lot longer and structured than it was meant to be so, its still messy though coz I was straight up freestyling. I honestly have no clue if this connects to the Hcs I wrote, I forgor wtf was in there.] the plot of this is a bit cartooney- don’t look at it so deeply

Summary: Bakugou saves reader from an angry mob, and in turn develops an unexpected friendship with the girl.

It’s nothing original but I’d like to think reader is someone not of aristocratic decent. It’s unheard of, not only is she a human, but a common one at that.

But the first time he laid eyes on you, he knew; It was you he’d mate for life.

The Bakugou crown had been passed down already, but the previous queen’s nagging still reigned over Katsuki. After all, she was his mother. No matter how many times he called her a nosy hag- who needed to mind her own business- he still found himself sat in stuffy suits, opposite noblemen intent on getting their daughters hitched to the most powerful family of them all. The girls were either too proper or downright scared of him and the parents clearly wanted nothing but to pimp their daughters out. He was sick of it.

Queen Mitsuki would often curse that she never had another child. Her son was just too stubborn and hard headed. She gave him freedom to find love on his own, but a man like him, constantly at work- or constantly in a fight- she had given up. It wasn’t just about finding someone to continue the lineage though, she genuinely wished the best for her son. Someone for him to come home to the way she did his father. Someone to tame him, someone to share his burdens, someone to love him. Someone for him to love.

Bakugou liked to think he didn’t have time for love, a quick fuck here or there sure, but a relationship? He’d rather be forced to endure another banquet with the Todoroki’s than get into that sappy stuff.

He didn’t know it then, but his own words would come back to bite him. Hard.

It was supposed to be a simple raid, of a nearby human village that had started to get a little greedy with its trading. Humans were often arrogant when it came to dragons, seeing them as nothing but brutes with no brains. Katsuki was smart, and somewhat just, so seeing his kin ripped off on the basis their kind were idiots? Not only did it piss off his pride but also his morality.

But nothing is ever so simple with the Bakugou’s.

When he got there, his men ready but settled, the entire village was already in uproar. Merchants shouting over each other, villagers screaming bloody murder yet not a single person seemed to be hurt.

“Fuck is all this?” Katsuki grabbed hold of one of the traders, demanding an answer.

“A witch!” The man responded with a look of disgust, pointing to where the heart of the chaos laid. “They’ve caught a witch!”

Katsuki looked at him with a scowl, wondering what shitty witch could kick up such a fuss. He let the man go, ordered his men to get the villagers to calm the fuck down, and started making his way to whatever had started the riot.

Pushing past the crowd, he heard you before he saw you.

“‘M not a fuckin’ witch!” You struggled against the constraints that kept you bound, snarling when someone got too close.

Your language amused Katsuki, he’s never heard a lady talk with such flagrance. But your expression confused him, you weren’t fearful- just really fucking pissed.

“We saw you!” A man perked up. “All those herbs and strange spices, what else could it be used for other than witchcraft!”

Bakugou nearly laughed at the way your face twisted to blink at the man’s stupidity.

“To cook, you dipshit!”

The man didn’t take that well, stepping forward. He didn’t get to lay his hands on you. Katsuki had let out a loud shout, startling the crowd.

“Don’t touch her.” He approached you with a smirk on his face, too curious to let you go. “This one’s mine.”

“Didn’t need your help.” You spat out, brushing down your clothes as he finally freed you.

Katsuki merely rolled his eyes. The petulance was somewhat entertaining. But he quickly caught onto the irony and scowled. “Yeah and you were doing just fine, tied to a literal stake.”

“They wouldn’t go through with it.” It was your turn to roll your eyes. “They’re not all bad, just fools who’ll follow anyone”

He didn’t disagree.

“Well then the fuck are you.” He nodded in the direction of the village, as the two of you had moved into the clearing where the forest began. “Ain’t you one of them?”

Your face told him enough. “Wouldn’t be strung up like a rabbit if I was. I’m not from here but I’ve made home in the forest.” You shrugged. “Just come here for stuff they get from the city.”

“Can’t magic it all up?” Katsuki teased. “After all you are a witch.”

You scoffed, but he heard the slight smile as you replied. “If I was, you would be under a silencing spell right now.”

The sun had started to set, and he could tell it was probably best if you returned home. Still, Katsuki was too intrigued to let the conversation taper. Instead he insisted, much to your faux dismay, he escort you home.

To put it simply, your housing situation was shit.

“This is a fuckin’ cave.” Katsuki deadpanned as the two of you approached your abode.

“It’s cozy!” You shot back, defending your home. It was quite cozy to be fair, rocks covered in fabrics, plush pillows scattered around. Even if it was a little shabby it was better than nothing.“Plus, don’t you dragons live in caves.”

The mention of dragons made his eyebrow quirk. His dragon features had been tucked way. “You know who I am?”

You scoffed, lighting an oil lamp, illuminating the cave in a dim glow. “Who doesn’t.”

He supposed you were right. He was known throughout the lands. For his infamy of course, but he was a household name.

“And you’re not scared of me?”

“Nah.” Your eyes flickered with the flame as they looked up and down his form . “I could take you.”

The reply was unexpected, but somehow Katuski didn’t feel disrespected. Instead his lips curled into a smirk. “I hope you mean in a fight.”

The conversation continued into the night, jokes and laughter coming easy to the both of you. It was almost too difficult to let it come to and end but eventually you shoved him out, already having taken up so much time and making his men wait.

“Don’t miss me too much.” Your voice and expression had sweetened during the time spent together, and it made Katsuki’s face warm and chest tighten.

“Fuckin’ won’t !” Even through the gruffness of his voice, he was sure you could sense the mirth.

Katsuki was a fool to think he wouldn’t fall into the hands of love, but somehow he didn’t mind, not one bit.

We can just pretend Bakugou returns and offers her a place to stay and work at his castle and then ya they be besties and fast forward they in love.

Anyways… that was sumn! I’ll eventually read back and edit the typos or mistakes but for now boom!! Silly spiel about dragon king bakuuu…

[yuichi-ro]

god that was sooo fugging juicy;; my brains seggsy? what about urs??

feeling generous so also consider miwa being introduced to toys out of utahime’s private collection. taking delight in explaining each and every one of them, her shy but very curious questions falling from kissed swollen lips. there is so much to learn and she is so very eager! what an unknown world that has opened in front of her now! so slowly reader and utahime coax her to be bolder, more confident and beckon her to me as insatiable as she wishes to be, exploring any kink she is curious about so she can just become as good as a gal pal as utahime and reader! to make them proud!

i highkey feel like miwa would be into (semi) public stuff- the idea of people watching her or catching her really turns her on courtesy of the first time she caught reader and utahime together (and maybe that becomes a regular thing too, utahime and reader always know that miwa is there, she is not exqctly subtle but only sometimes do they call her out to join them directly)

but i rant. women go brrr. i have so many juicy thoughts about em u have no idea

enjoy your day as usual!

-🌌

your always so sexy and generous too me babe 🥺 feeding my gay little soul so well ;;o;;

cw: fem!Reader, wlw smut, heavy on the corruption kink, toy usage, voyeurism, exhibitionism, smuttiness askbox is open

utter corruption and tainting of Miwa's cute little clueless mind starts in the classroom.

from the moment she catches her two favorite teachers going at it. To the slough of questions she has afterwards as she's pressed against Utahime's breast and hushed for asking too many questions and not sucking on her tits enough. Miwa is just so excited to finally be apart of "gal time" that she doesn't question anything you two tell her to do! In fact, she ends up being the one asking all the question and it comes to life that you and Utahime have quiet the little closeted freak on your hands...

encouraged to masturbate up at the front of class. On your desk of all things. With her leg spread wide towards the door. Sure you and Utahime are standing in front of her, a passerby couldn't see her unless they stopped and looked closer. But as she feverishly rubs her swollen little clit in front of the both of you. Oozing her juices down on your desk. Utahime clicking her tongue and telling her that she'll have to clean it up afterwards if she's going to be so messy. But it's alright she's so fucked out of her mind when her orgasm ripples through her body and you and Utahime get the pleasure of watching your star student cum all over her own fingers on top of your desk. Just to follow that up with her tongue lapping at her cold juices on the desk top. Bent over still so soaked. Utahime commenting about how disappointing it is that she's cumming around nothing. Only for Miwa to snap back to it how she wants more. And does she get more...

fucking herself on a toy you both agree on. Suctioned to the counter and the two of you groping the perky young sorcerer. Utahime and yourself lavishing her tits in your tongues as the two of you spread her legs nice and far. So you can watch the veiny toy bulge in her stomach each time Miwa takes too much of it. Haven't really taught her yet to slow down bc she's just so eager ♡

the toys simply don't stop at what she can do to herself. Oh no. Not when she sat there naked and patiently as she watched you fuck Utahime. Just to nearly cum from grinding her legs together when she watched Utahime cum on your strap, switch and then see you cum on the very toy you were just fucking her teacher with. That moment on Miwa becomes obessed with the wear able toys.

determined to have you both and be the best gal pal there is. She's pushing herself on the biggest toys she can. Gushing over their silicone sides. Cumming untouched simply by fucking herself. So when the time comes and you and Utahime are pinning her between your bodes, Miwa is more than ready to take you both

stuffing both her holes full of only the best toys. Bonus if they vibrate. Bc the way Utahime snickers and cranks the setting up to the highest one. Watching Miwa sob and shake on your straps. Cumming one right after the other and clenching around your toys. Doesn't matter who's in what hole. Bc by the end of it Miwa is sandwhiched between the two of you stuffed full of your straps and drooling on someone's chest bc she passed out about three orgasms ago. But a good gal pal keeps going and that's just what she lets you do. Cute lil Miwa is the best gal pal while she lets you and Utahime use her like a pretty cock sleeve for your straps to be buried in until she chokes on her sobs ♡

[someone1348]

Heya! So after reading your headcannons for prison Dream I went and read that “Security Watch” fic, and I was struck with genius.

Little space Dream.

When he breaks out he’s so touch starved and socially awkward that he regresses often. He regresses to about 5-7 years old and he’s just a big brat, but he’s also incredibly soft.

Lee moods are often accompanied with little space after the break out, and Techno becomes his occasional caregiver. He can’t leave lil’ Dream alone because either A) he’ll fuck with shit to be a pest or B) he’ll have a panic attack.

I can come up with so many possible scenarios with little space Dream, this has like opened a new world for me. Thoughts?

OMG YES!!!

I AM NOW OBESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT!

I am so writing a fic on this! I'm adding that to my list!

These are going to be little space/lee dream headcannons!

Little dream/lee dream:

(Before/In Prison)

-I 1000% agree that he would regress from the ages of 5-7 years old!

-He is either a huge butthead /lh or the softest boy that you will ever see

-His favorite color other than green is blue because it reminds him of George

-Being away from people for so long when in the prison dream had become extremely touch starved and with all the thinking he has to do to pass the time the regression started

-He didn't even know what has happening at first until he physically felt his brain go into a smaller, childlike state

-He wasn't unfamiliar with the concept of little space considering he knew a couple of littles himself that roamed the smp

-However he didn't ever think he was one until that very moment

-He wasn't complaining though, this felt right, he felt comfortable for once but he was also scared in that moment "what if sam came in" thoughts like that filled his head and caused him to lay down, curl up and wipe a tear from his cheek

-To his unfortune, Sam did come in to bring him food, seeing his state he questioned the green man, Once Sam heard his voice, all rational thought went straight out the door

-Sam didn't care how bad dream was the minute he realized he was in little space Sam's caregiver instincts took over and he made sure dream was okay before he left

-"How old are you kiddo?" Sam softly asked as dream held up 5 fingers

-Sam calmed Dream down and gave him his food before leaving, he stated that he will be watching from the monitor if he needed anything else and that he won't be going far in case Dream started to cry again

-Dream was fine though, he just stuck his tongue out at Sam, called him a meanie and ate some mash potatoes while giggling

-While in the prison Dream had tended to regress more when he was under a lot of stress or sad

-However there were more than one occasion where he would slip into that headspace while in the middle of a big lee mood

-The giggly aspect of a lee mood makes an easy entrance for little space, the two together and you get Little Lee Dream!

-When Dream was in a lee mood and he was in little space there was no way he wouldn't be a menace

-Normally Dream is pretty figity and hyper, mainly because of his adhd, but also because that's just him/his personality, which we stan besides the point, if Dream was hit with the two L's at once, Little and Lee! There was no stopping him

-He will do whatever is necessary to get tickles!

-In the prison it was breaking stuff, dream broke a lot of things, as well as being an overall butthead to Sam, he would do it all just to get wrecked!

-Sam caught on pretty quickly to what was happening but he was all good with playing along and humoring the kid

-Dream fell asleep every single time after he got wrecked, The poor thing needed the rest if im honest

•After the prison things were so different!

-The first time Dream felt himself slip after the prison he was again in fear, he tried to fight it back but he couldn't anymore

-He just cried until Techno came back and gathered together what was happening pretty quickly, after seeing him and hearing his voice it was clear he was in little space

-Techo was very well versed in Littles, he took care of a few before so he was on top of things pretty quickly when it came to Dream

-He asked him his age, calmed him down, rocked him back and forth for a while, made him feel safe and made sure he grabbed the essentials on his way back, he made Dream come with him because he didn't want to leave the little one alone

-Techo took on the role of being Dreams Caregiver extremely quickly

-Dream added this onto the things that he owes techno for big time but of course none of them minded one bit

-Dream was calm with Techno and when he would slip into a lee mood as well he didn't break stuff or go to the extremes like he did with Sam, The most he would do was just poke him until Techno gave in

-Or make Techno chase him it's extremely adorable!

-Dream giggles a lot when he is in little space, but especially if he is in a lee mood so it's easy to pick up on what is happening

-The only other person who has seen Dream go into little space after the prison is Sapnap

-Sapnap takes great care of him as well, though he definitely prefers Techo to do it! He said and I quote "Sappy doesn't know how to cook, I fear for his kids one day" which earned him a proper wrecking by the firey one who "can't cook"

-Dream is more playful with Sapnap, it is great

-By the time everyone got comfortable around Dream again he started letting more and more people see his little side

-Things got better for everyone

-And Even though there was no way Dream was going to go back to the prison there was no stopping little Dream from going to pay Sam a visit and possibly break a few things

-I love little Dream! Ahh!

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If ya'll want my take on little Dream specifically or anyone else who you think would be a little or if you want some of my Caregiver headcannons for anyone those are now open too! I hope you all enjoyedd!

-K :]

[dont-be-so-shy]

katie gardner headcanons i have so many

based off katie’s wiki page 

warning: long-ass post 

such a risktaker 

ADHDADHDADHD 

likes to be in charge but also doesn’t trust herself 

has So Much Anxiety 

is allergic to chocolate 

was bullied in elementary school so doesn’t like pranksters all that much 

is a certified atheist except for the whole... Demigod Thing 

loves hiking so much 

fog makes her brain go brrr 

she loves brain freezes for some reason 

and also slushies 

also has this weird obession with popsicles 

STRAWBERRIES 

oral fixation so chews strawberry or mint gum a LOT 

she wears both reading glasses and braces 

the braces went away in like, 7th grade

she rarely reads (oh no!) so seeing her in glasses is cherished 

but she wears sunglasses a weird amount (those really dark ones so you can’t see her eyes) 

she hates touching her eyes 

ironically, most of her injuries are black eyes 

she has the clearest skin 

uses the “my crops are watered” meme perfectly 

loves flowers so much 

she can control plants but sometimes when the fear response in her brain goes brrr it’s hard to control 

(so just imagine this girl (katie) holding out her arms trying to stop her plants from strangling a demigod she knew who’s joined the titans, saying “please please stay down stop!” 

emotionsssss yay) 

her dad was a thief and was put in jail for it so she usually visits his jail cell whenever she goes home 

she goes home during a lot of the school year 

but not all of it 

she has a stepmom, a stepsister her stepmom had with her first husband, and a stepbrother who was conceived a little before her dad was arrested 

she loves all three of them and they love her back 

her little brother keeps up her garden while she’s gone 

he also has ADHD but isn’t a demigod 

she loves giving her stepsister lilies because her name is lili 

before her stepmom got official custody of katie after her dad was arrested when she was younger, her super irresponsible uncle had custody 

he took her to races so she learned how to drive at a really early age 

her uncle was arrested for 2 months which was the final push to get her stepmom custody of her 

she has a lot of respect for authority because they’ve been mostly nice to her her whole life but she is not afraid to rebel 

she once spray-painted a racist teacher’s car, in like, middle school 

her dad is part latino and demeter was posing as an italian when they did their thing so her skin’s more olive-toned but she’s really tan and has slight freckles that are almost invisible on her 

when she blushes, she blushes 

when her uncle got out of jail, he got an apartment in brooklyn to be close to her 

he’s super loyal to the family and not a bad person 

he’s a better uncle now that she’s older 

no one’s explicitly said she’s a demigod to him but she has used minor plant magic in front of him soooooo

it’s not really mentioned in their family 

her cover story is she’s staying with her maternal grandma in new york to go to a better school 

truth is she hasn’t gone to a full day of school in years 

her grandparents are actually still alive but blind and have memory issues and its just such a sad hassle to visit them 

she’s only vacationed to canada and brazil but she loved both 

she loves rainforests so much 

parakeets are her favorite animal 

she found rachel dare’s cave during her hiking trips and introduced rachel to it 

the battle of the labyrinth really scared her so she has a cave full of backup weapons only miranda and billie know about 

(putting her thievery skills to good use) 

she loves the adrenaline rush heights give her and has gone bungee jumping off cliffs before 

it helped her the one time monsters cornered her near her home in southern USA and she led them away 

there’s a lot of ravines and small valleys where she lives 

she also likes sliding down the drain pipes by her bedroom window to sneak out and go to the movies with her mortal friends 

there’s this one lady in her hometown (one town over from where she lives right now) who can see through the mist but she’s called senile so much it’s offensive 

at camp, she uses an apple tree to sneak out 

she loves horses so much 

young energetic pegasi love her because she’ll do cool tricks and dives on them 

she’s not close to dryads and nymphs like miranda is 

she’s good with animals but doesn’t like them very much 

her stepmom works for this cool, green-energy fashion industry so katie dresses up a lot to make her happy 

she cooks for the whole family 

and when at camp, the demeter cabin stays in during dinner and she cooks for them 

she loves sushi SO MUCH 

she likes the ocean a lot 

when she was little, her dad and uncle used to take her to the beach and she would surf and wakeboard with them 

now her stepmom does it 

her stepsis, lili, has a fear of drowning so she just tans on shore 

she likes being in the ocean during camp’s 4th of july celebrations so she can see the reflections of the fireworks because they hurt her eyes when she looks at them directly 

she spends a lot of time with satyrs 

she can play reed pipes but hasn’t mastered getting plants to grow to her music yet 

she likes the stoll brothers a lot; they have a nice friendly-yet-competitive rivalry going on 

TREE CLIMBING IS HER BITCH 

(probably why she doesn’t have that good of a relationship with the dryads) 

she once kissed one of the lake’s naiads so now they’re friends 

she’s bi obvs 

her closest sibling is miranda but she really appreciates billie’s sarcasm and take-no-shit, give-so-much-shit attitude 

her fourth grade teacher was an author so now people look at her weird whenever she introduces herself because she’s a character 

FLOWER CROWNS FLOWER CROWNS FLOWER CROWNS 

she also likes dresses and sweatpants an abnormal amount 

she wears belts and necklaces so much it’s weird to see her without them 

she wears big gaudy flower rings on her fingers 

she also has two demeter children half-brothers steve and doug but they prefer to stay in the honorary persephone cabin 

katie has dirty blonde/light brown hair but she dyes it purple 

katie has heterochromia because yes so she has one hazel eye and one blue 

because of the titan war, when she was fighting that demigod i mentioned above (he’s a hephaestus kid), she has two burn scars on her wrists 

life long obvs because we stan scars here 

also, her blue eye? its fucking sky blue and so intense ajdojdijefp 

she’s such a workaholic 

SHE HAS INSOMNIA FIGHT ME 

she’s always warm it’s so weird 

she’s allergic to grapes but loves them 

seriously grapes, chocolate, she’s basically a dog 

on that note, she has a dog 

it’s a service dog and golden retriever, his name is dewey after that one duck cartoon 

she has a new hyperfixation every week, usually about history and wars and stuff 

she doesn’t have dyslexia just eye problems 

she did ballet when she was younger but a bad ankle injury stopped her 

she got to camp and ate ambrosia and healed it but then she was too busy 

every year on her birthday, if her dad’s on parole, they go to a ballet together 

katie paints her bedroom walls 

but no posters weirdly 

she has fidgets so she uses fidget spinners and her leg bounces a lot 

she has a scar on her lip from biting it through during her dad’s trial 

she learned skateboarding from travis and loves it 

chuck-e-cheese is their place 

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Okay, so, somewhat of a response I cannot make to a thing I saw pop up on my dash.  I cannot reply directly because the OP is someone who has me blocked (don’t ask).  I just saw this thing re-blogged by someone who is a mutual about fandom-obsession and person showing off their merch.  Their... many things of a same thing... yeah, wow.  More power to you.  Still, wow.    And, yeah, it did make me feel better about my various fandom-obsessions. I don’t own any wearable She-Ra stuff, save for a couple of pins affixed to one of my game-system carriers, mostly because I don’t want to have to explain it to people... but I do own a lot of Zelda-shirts.  Mostly Hyrule-crest, I had one Wind Waker stained glass window shirt that I wore out that I would like to replace. Zelda is a little more of a mainstream fandom, so I feel “less weird” in my geekdom with them.  My shirts are different, though.  Even the Hyrule crest shirts are... one that’s gold, one that’ s green-gold gradation.  And it’s a solid design - just a good royal crest.  Got jewlery, too, because the Triforce makes awesome jewelry.   But... OP’s character-specific obsession makes me look back, specifically,  to my Trigun-obsession from several years back and my ongoing love of Vash the Stampede. I had large official-merch dolls of him, both regular flavor and the toy-only Dark Vash that I used to cuddle like a teddy bear at night. Yeah, I did that, so maybe if they somehow read my post (unlikely) that will make them feel less weird. That was in my 20s.  And I know how weird that is.  But, man... Vash was like... it for me. And I’m glad that he was my main obsession for a while, my “character obession 101″ course because he was the kind of character that people wouldn’t harass you for being “immoral” over liking since he’s the hero of his story and is an interesting combination of a badass pacifist. Now, people would get into arguments with you over a love of Vash back in the days of late ‘90s early ‘00s anime-fandom precisely over the sustainability of his philosophy and the way he goes about it, but it all boils down to the kinds of arguments people have been making about “a time to kill” since the beginning of time and people really couldn’t fault your personal morals in liking the character - a paragon hero. In other words, comparatively, being a Hordak-fan is much harder because we both live in a wankier fandom-age and he’s a villain.  Liking the guy who crushes nations is a tad different than liking the misunderstood outlaw who goes out of his way to not-kill and bears scars from doing everything necessary to save *everyone.*  I do both, going from paragon hero to tragic villain in my character-loves, so I’ve seen the difference.  ... If I ever crossed the streams, Vash would spare Hordak - absolutely no doubt.  He’s with She-Ra on this one.  Hell, Vash would probably try to make an argument for sparing Horde Prime if he could be contained / put in a place where he could no longer harm people. Vash be like that.  *Imagines Vash and Hordak getting into a conversation about having abusive brothers.*   (I actually read a fanfic once where there was a bit of Trigun crossover!  It was a She-Ra main fic that crossed over a lot of different sci-fi through mention of other planets and the Planet Gunsmoke / Nomans Land was one of them, so yes, crossover can be feasable).  God, there’s even some potential parallels in Clones and Plants... (Stop it, Shadsie, you’ve already got that Fallout crossover chewing your brain, you don’t need this)!  By the way, you might see me wink off this blog into the ether when the 2023 reboot of the anime “Trigun: Stampede” comes out.  First loves, you know. Even though by the trailer, I *hate* the new art-style, but...my boy will be back, so yeah.   Anyway, I just felt like rambling.  The OP did make me feel a little better about my weird fandom fixations, because... I’ve never had that many of the same shirt? Not even when I was going to anime conventions in a red longcoat I had commissioned with a garage-kit fake gun and belts over my arms to make a pretend prosthetic doing a cross-dress cosplay of my Fave of All Time.  

[onceuponaloonatic]

how did MiSaTzu first met? —🍊

i hope you enjoy !! thank you 🥺

“come on tzuyu, please?” chaeyoung begged. “pleaseeeee?”

“chaeyoung you are old enough to go by yourself.” tzuyu nodded. “i’m not supporting your obession with this model.”

“come on, sana’s so pretty and she’s not afraid to speak her mind. i really admire her as a fellow artist. i just don’t want to go by myself because i’m scared that something will happen. as my best friend it’s your duty to take me. this could be my only opportunity to ever see her in person, it’s crazy she choose our university to do her shoot at.” chaeyoung declared.

“it’s not my duty to do anything. besides, she’s not an artist, she’s a doll artists dress up to sell some magazines and clothing.” tzuyu rolled her eyes. “your not normally into this sort of thing, why is she different?”

“sana is different from other models, you’ll see. come on if you don’t want to do it for your best friend you will at least get the chance to see a pretty girl being pretty. it’s only for a few minutes.” chaeyoung begged. “i’ll buy you a coffee if you come.”

“fine, but only because i love coffee so much.” tzuyu resigned herself. chaeyoung grinned and pulled her alpha roommates hand.

“let’s go!” tzuyu groaned and let herself get dragged out of her dorm, just wanting this whole encounter to be over already.

xx

mina was really tired. and not like oh i only got a few hours of sleep help me tired, no mina was i didn’t sleep at all last night please end me tired. she just wanted to finish her homework in her special spot and go back to her dorm to take a nap. her day so far hasn’t been great. she had nearly been late to her first class due to a mix up at the coffee shop and her laptop died in the middle of class. she really just wanted the day to be over.

her special spot was a grassy knoll that was scarsly populated. the campus was always crowded, so it was hard to find places like this where you could find some quiet. mina was proud of herself for finally finding somewhere quiet where she could get all her work done in peace.

however, when mina arrived at her special spot she found it was not empty like usual, it was super crowded with students and what looked like cameramen?

“crap.” mina muttered, already turning to find somewhere new when she noticed someone standing amongst the chaos. the girl looked to be faking a smile at all the attention on her, and mina was somehow able to lock eyes with her. mina stared into the girl’s hazel eyes and she was in a trance. those eyes, they were so pretty. as mina looked over the girl, she realzied the rest of her was just as pretty. perfect skin, slim waist, beautiful face. this girl was the epitome of beauty in mina’s eyes.

she felt herself drawn to this girl, and following her instincts she was able to get mostly through the crowd. sana, she heard that name being called out a lot. she figured it was probably the girl’s name.

“hi guys.” sana waved. “i’ll be starting my shoot now if you don’t mind.” mina looked a the girl again. she was a model. “thank you all for coming to support me, let’s all do our best today!” mina’s heart sped up at sana’s smile. “we can do a little fan meet when i’m done okay?” sana giggled and walked over to the middle of mina’s special spot. truthfully, mina always thought models and idols were a bit corny, but this girl was anything but corny. she was so natural, so gorgeous. mina couldnt help but stay, she was completely transfixed by this girl.

“mina unnie!” mina turned at the call of her name.

“oh, hi chaeyoung.” mina nodded, remembering the girl from her psychology class.

“here to see sana too huh?” chaeyoung asked, tugging on the tall girl’s next to her arm. “this is tzuyu, she’s my roommate.”

“hello tzuyu.” mina nodded her head to the tall girl. she was more of a classic beauty compared to sana, but that didn’t mean she was any less beautiful. mina was almost overwhelmed with how many pretty girls she had seen. mina noticed tzuyu was also staring at sana, and she completely understood as she turned back to sana. the shoot was over almost too fast, mina wasn’t ready to be this obsessed with a girl.

when it was over sana’s manager lined the crowd up to do a little fanmeet with sana. mina found herself in the line, not even fully processing what was happening. chaeyoung and tzuyu were behind her, and mina joined the conversation occasionally. it finally hit her when she was the next person in line, and as felt her heart beat in her ears when as she was walking up to sana.

“hello! what’s your name?” mina’s brain stopped at the beautiful girl in front of her.

“m-mina.” mina sutttered.

“hi mina, you know, your really cute.” sana giggled. “but you look tired, you should get some more rest and take proper care of yourself! such a pretty face deserves proper care.” sana reaches out and held mina’s hand. “promise me you will take care of yourself?” mina’s brain stopped functioning when sana leaned close to her. ‘she does this to all her fans, she does this to all her fans’ mina repeated in her head. mina couldnt do anything but nod. “good! you really are adorable.” sana giggled, reaching behind her to grab a magazine from the table like she was giving everyone. sana grabbed a marker and mina assumes she was signing it. “bye bye mina! take care or yourself!” sana waves after handing over the magazine, tzuyu coming up after mina.

mina couldnt believe what just happened. sana was somehow more beautiful up close. mina took deep breaths and tried to be in control of her heart.

when mina went home that night she was finally able to open the magazine sana had given her. sana’s signature was there like she thought, but underneath the signature, she noticed a heart and a set of numbers.

‘your so pretty mina-chan, call me’ mina’s heart nearly died at that note.

xx

tzuyu took a deep breath as she walked up to sana. sana has been unusually touchy with mina. she had been observing sana’s interactions with fans, but mina had been treated a bit different than the others, and that intimated tzuyu, just a bit. mina was really cute, tzuyu had noticed, but she could tell mina was exhausted. if mina was an omega, tzuyu would presue her.

tzuyu took a deep breath, repeating in her head she was fine as she walked up to the girl who had caught her attention since walking in.

“hello!” sana smiled. “wow, two pretty girls in a row!” sana giggled. “what’s your name?”

“tzuyu.” tzuyu answered, trying not to let the panic in her head seep into her voice.

“hi tzuyu,” sana nodded. “your really cute too, and tall!”

“t-thank you.” tzuyu stuttered. “you are too.”

“oh thank you!” tzuyu was sure sana heard that all the time, so she was surprised sana seemed so happy about it. “but i’m not that tall.” sana laughed. “at least, not as tall as you.” sana reaches behind her for her magazine and signed it in front of tzuyu. “see you later tzuyu! take care!” tzuyu nodded and took the magazine.

“wait- see you later?” tzuyu opened the magazine feverishly. under sana’s name, she saw her phone number in clear font. tzuyu could feel the blush on her face, and she had to ignore chaeyoung teasing her for her flush.

[stardancerluv]

Tease

Part 5

Summary: After being with Roman Sionis for awhile, the man has made you his, so now will you enter his world of shadows and screams? What if the mouse becomes a cat?

Warning: Despite serious decisions being made kind of fluffy!

Swiveling in your seat, you looked out at the lights that lit up Gotham below. A month ago your relationship with Roman Sionis changed. You had crept down from his penthouse and saw he handled his enemies. You smirked remembering how one had been an ex of sorts.

The rumors had been true. He was a forced to be reckoned with and he was yours. It made you smile. Something about it was terribly exciting.

Turning back to your computer, using your electric pen you added some flair to this new add campaign you had been hired to do. But you were terribly bored. Sighing, you held your cheek in your hand. To tried to focus on it. Clicking this and that you changed how the text was, it looked much better. Maybe you could actually finish it tonight.

Though to be honest, all you wanted to do was head over to the club.

You jumped a little when there was a knock on the door.

“Yes,” you called out, “Come in.”

Your personal secretary, opened the door and smiled. “Two packages just arrived for you lady.” She was a sweet girl.

“What?”

“Yeah, want me to bring them in?” She added in an exceptionally excited tone. “They look fancy.”

You rolled your eyes and shrugged. “Sure.”

One was rather large, always good to have that extra table for mini meetings you mused. And the smaller one looked rather dainty what could this be about, you wondered.

Your phone came to life on your desk came to life, glancing over at it you saw who was calling and your heart leapt.

“Who is it? Is it, him?” You secretary was like a young sister at times and sometimes just as annoying as one.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, please give us the room.”

And the girl knew what that meant and left, but then she popped her bead back in for a moment. “Let me know what you get.”

“Yes..yes...now let me answer this.”

With a smile already across your face you answered the phone.

“Hello.” You purred softly.

“Hello baby, did you get the package?” Roman’s voice filled your ear.

“Oh, I should have known it was from you.”

He chuckled.

“It actually just arrived. I haven’t opened it yet.”

“Ooh good. Now I chose this for you to wear when you come to the club.”

Excitement, rose sharply in you. “I love that you bought me some clothes.”

“It’s not hard for a lovely girl.” He paused you could hear him taking a sip. “Now is the smaller package there?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect, are you alone?”

“Yes, the moment I answered the phone.”

“Good girl.” You could imagine him smiling. Something she loved. “Why don’t you open that one while we are on the phone.”

“Ok! Let me grab it.” Grabbed it and went back to your desk. “I am going to put the phone down.”

“Baby, put me on speaker phone. I want to hear your reaction as you see what’s in the small box.”

Eagerly, tore at the wrappings. You then saw the black and sliver trimmed box, some French was written on the outside. Oooo, you made a happy sound. “Oh! Oh...Roman....is this from that new chic French boutique?”

He chuckled. “Nothing is too good for my girl.”

Not that you couldn’t go there and buy something there yourself but the idea that Roman got you something from there thrilled you to no end.

“I’m about to remove the lid.”

“Keep going baby.” He urged you.

You lifted the lid and gasped. It was an exquisite pair of gloves. A wonderful mix of cloth and leather. Seeing them you knew exactly what this present meant, your breath was stolen. “Roman, they are lovely.”

“Just like you, baby.” He paused. “Now remember I can’t wait to see those on you tonight along with what is that other package.”

“I am even more excited to open the larger package now.” You happily told him.

“Wonderful.”

“Roman, do you want me to go right to the penthouse when I come over?”

“Yes. That would be perfect.”

*****

Once back at your apartment, you put on the lovely suit that Roman got you. It fit wonderfully. The color reminded you of the dress you wore when you had decided to return to the Black Mask. That was a long six months ago.

As you say on your ottoman zipping up your boots you caught your reflection. There was a slight flush to your cheeks. Getting up, you went over and braced yourself against your sink. You eyed your reflection. You were going to follow Roman’s and Victor’s lead. Well mostly Roman, since and Victor didn’t interact too much. Last you put on was your gloves. They were divine.

*****

Going, into the club you did love how his staff immediately fluttered around you like butterflies. You continued walking and went right up the penthouse.

Excitement, made your heartbeat fast. You were so eager to see him.

When you stepped out of the elevator you could hear his voice coming from his office. Upon walking into the doorway, he gestured for you to come in and perch on his desk.

“You should know we always have the best here.” He sighed, he ran his fingers through his silky strands. “Yes...yes...I will make, we will have her singing and not the other girl. Penguin, stop being so damn annoying or I will cancel you.”

He rested a hand on one of your thighs as you sat near him. Feeling playful you rose his hand higher, he smirked and squeezed.

“Look unlike your restaurant I have pressing issues at the club. We can iron out more details on Monday. That’s what I am saying. Goodbye.” He hung up. “Stupid bird.” He muttered.

“Hi baby.” He sighed raggedly as he sank back into his chair. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

“Roman,” you said innocently. Wanting his spirits to lift, you changed how you perched on his desk. Legs, crossed so he can take in the curve of your leg, how your stockings sat and then boots he first saw you wore striding as he put it into his club. “I loved what you picked out for me tonight.” You said demurely and it was true, you had always enjoyed the clothes he chose for himself, but this was a wonderful outfit he chose for you.

He opened his eyes, they widened a little as of seeing you all over again. He stood up.

“No teasing.” He scolded.

He gently motioned for you to uncross your legs. Resting both hands on your thighs he opened you. He went to where he belonged, between your legs, the skirt hitched so that there was nothing left hide under the skirt. You sighed as he let his hands drifted up, then stop at what you had wanted to surprise him with. You had gone out and bought something new,a black lacy garter. His hands stopped where stockings ceased and your soft skin began. He looked up at you.

“But this is a very nice distraction from that bird brain.” He chuckled.

*****

“Baby.” His blue eyes met yours.

“I bought them to surprise you. Those were my gift for you tonight.”

He inhaled, his heart picked up speed as he took off one of his gloves. He led his hand up, enjoying how your thigh stocking clad felt stopping to them relish how then he was able to feel your soft, smooth skin. “This is outstanding baby.” Smirking, hooking a finger around the taunt strap, he tugged then he let it snap. He smiled at you after you made a delightful sound.

“I am going to love these.” He slipped his hand back into the glove.

“Boss, we’re ready to roll.” Victor, appeared from out of no where.

He stiffened, annoyance rushed through him. It turned to anger as he saw you flushed a shade of red.

“Fuck Victor did you not notice us having a moment?” He barely wanted to acknowledge, he remained between your legs.

“Sorry boss.”

“Well now that you see that we are, meet us fucking down stairs!”

“Ok, boss...” He bowed his head, not looking at you. “Sorry, Y/N.” And he left.

He, held his hands up in the air. “I hate being interrupted, fuck where were we?” He chuckled, looking at you and he was able to calm down as he felt your legs. He ran his fingers through his hair. “I remember.” He smiled. “It is time for your final present.”

“Oh?” A smiled spread across your face, a sight he hated to admit but loved to create in you. “I don’t need anything else.”

“Daddy, wants you safe tonight.” He grew serious. He also knew what a month ago had done to him. Seeing you wield his knife had created desires in him, he didn’t know slumbered deeply in him. He was eager to see you really let loose, but he wasn’t going to push it. He didn’t want to lose you over it. “Now, baby do you really want to do this ?”

Before you, no one else’s thoughts or feelings ruffled him. But you, changed that.

“I do.” He watched as you took a breath. He put a gloved hand over your heart, he could feel it racing. “There was something about helping you, wielding that knife of yours. I want to do it again.” He felt his own heart race faster as you put your own hand over his.

“Then you will, kitten.” He slipped his hand gently away then rested both hands them on his desk. “Reach into my right pocket.”

You did. He could feel your fingers wrap around it and pull it out. You licked your lips, damn he could practically taste them.

“It’s your knife.” You said as you opened your hand to look at it.

“It’s one of my best ones, I want you to use one that I trust,” He smirked then catching your eye. “And to use one I know you already look good using.”

He took it from you. “This is the best way to open it, and to close it.” He handed it back to you. “You try.”

Damn, just watching you do that made a knot in his lower stomach. “Good.” He purred. Then he took it and slipped it into your right pocket. “Keep it there till you have to use it.” Stepping back, he looked at you. Fuck, I am a lucky. You were beautiful and sexy, it was a deadly combo. He offered a gloved hand and loved how you hopped down from his desk. Pulled you close, locking eyes with you.

“Tonight baby.”

“Tonight.”

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[keepcalm-andbopon]

Introducing us!!

Isabelle: @swiftie-isabelle

I’m Isabelle and I’m turning 14th in June 27! I would die for Taylor swift. I started listening to her when I was 3 and her music had comforted me ever since! She has had such a impact in my life and I’ve gotten so many amazing memories from her!

Victoria: @sinkanddroundswift

im victoria & i do nothing w my life except cry over taylor swift and not having a boyfriend . I do nothing ever except lay in bed and cry over every little detail. I eat too much food for my body. I like boys alot but they don’t like me. taylor swift claims she loves me multiple times but idk if I believe her yet. I love my cat shes a scottish fold. Beverly Hills, 90210 is my favorite tv show & High School Musical is my favorite movie. I also love grayson dolan more than I can comprehend. I have 0 friends so its me, myself, and I all the time.

Lily: @lilyadorestay

im lily and i do nothing with my life except cry over taylor swift, have people tell me to stop crying about taylor swift, and waste money on bucket hats :)

Sasha: @dropsmynamesasha

I’m sasha and I have a large obsession with food, cats and Taylor Swift

Katelyn: @redheadnamedkatelyn

I’m Katelyn and I’m 13! I don’t do anything in my life except for lacrosse and cheer and love Taylor swift. I have red hair, & Taylor Swift is my absolute best friend and my life wouldn’t be the same without her. And I owe so much to her. And basically I’m known as “the Taylor swift girl” at school so that’s kinda cool. Anyways The moral of this is I love Taylor swift!

Lexie: @drunkonswiftxo

I’m lexie, 18 years old. I have a very busy life actually, I compete in many different karate and martial arts competitions and was British Champion in 2016 with my sword and in October of this year I am competing in the World Martial Arts Games! Before any competition I usually get very nervous but listening to Taylor’s music calms me down (cringe ikr) but I wouldn’t be doing all of these if I didnt have a calming mechanism!

Natalia: @natalialovestaylor

hi! i’m natalia, i’m 15 and from the bay area. taylor has been in my life since i was 8 and i’ve been supporting her ever sense:) she makes me so happy, she’s like the sunlight in my life. i want her to know that i love her so much and i want to hug her and tell her thank you more than anything. 💗

Katie: @shapeofyouswift

hi i’m katie and i’m 16! i’m from ny and i went to all 3 metlife shows!! i’ve been seeing taylor in concert since the fearless era and i’ve seen her 11 times! i’m fortune to have met her 5 years ago at GMA and i was able to get a picture with her outside time 100 gala! taylor makes me so happy and has helped me through many rough times in my life as well as all of the happiest! i’m so thankful to have such a positive role model in my life!!

Meredith:

I’m Meredith and I love Taylor Swift more than words can describe:) I’ve been listening to Taylor since I was four and she has always been a big part of my life since then !! She inspires me everyday and makes my life so much brighter. I am so so proud of her and all that she has done!! Also, I love going to the beach and petting dogs🤩💓

Memphis: @taysmidnights

hi i’m memphis!! i play tennis and obsess over taylor swift! i’m from the beautiful state of california, and i love to surf! i first heard a ts song (You Belong With Me) in 2009, and i’ve loved taylor ever since. i am also a proud supporter of the LGBTQ+ community and have a passion for changing our world. oh, and i’m known as “that taylor swift fan” at my school, but i’m not complaining! 🧚🏼‍♀️

Brooke: @brookewhatyoumademedo

i’m brooke and i’m 14!! i live in cleveland, ohio along with some of my best friends i met through taylor!! i look a lot older than i am and it’s a good and bad thing haha. i used to play a lot of sports but i have decided to just stick with lacrosse!! i love music so much because it helps me with everything. taylor has been like my big sister since i was a baby and i’ve always looked up to her!! my stan song is stay stay stay because it always puts me in the best mood!! i love grey’s anatomy a little too much but i can’t help it. the show actually made me very interested in the medical field and as of now i want to be a pediatric neurosurgeon!! i also love volunteering and helping out my community as much as possible! and i like school which is kind of not something freshman say a lot haha. and that’s me!☀️🌸🦋💘💋

Paige: @taylorswift-paige

Hey! I’m Paige & I’m 21 (soon to be 22 😍). I live in Australia and I’ve been listening to Taylor since I was 9. The first time I saw Taylor perform live was at Speak Now and I was completely blown away, since then I’ve been lucky enough to see her perform 6 times. I’m so grateful that little me decided to listen to Taylor as I don’t know where I would be without her lyrics, music, and advice to guide me through life. Thankyou for everything Taylor, I love you so much and I’m so excited for the Lover era 💗😘

Skylar: @skylarswiftie13

Hey I’m Skylar and I’m 15!! I have been loving Taylor ever since I was 5 and I have (obviously) not stopped since. Other than obsessing over Taylor I loveee to run and watch friends and greys !! I have seen Taylor at the 1989 tour Detroit and Rep Detroit and they were hands down the BEST nights of my life and I def cried a TON hahah. I plan on going to Nash and either Chicago or Detroit for next tour! I absolutely cannot wait until the day that I get to wrap my arms around Taylor and thank her for everything she has done for me ahhh. I love you forever and always Taylor!! 🥰❤️🌈🦋✨☀️

@singitswiftie

Hi Taylor I’m ella and I’m turning 17 in August 12th! IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW ALBUM! I just can wait to sing along to all of the songs🥰🥰 you are my absolute favorite human and you helped me with your songs! clean means THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD to me and I just relate to it on a personal level. Thank you for supporting lgbtqia+ always! YOU DESERVE THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD

Makayla @comebackbbehere

Hey T I’m Makayla!! I’m 13 and I’ve loved you since 2009!! My stan song is Come Back... Be Here not only because it’s amazing but because it has helped me through so so so SO much. It’s amazing how you can, with just a song, literally save someone’s life from spiraling downhill. So thank you. Thank you also, for inspiring so many people. Including me! You have inspired me to sing and write songs and songwriting is now a way I have learned to express myself and a way to help me get through the hard times. You have also inspired me to be more of an activist and speak up for what I believe in. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be a proud feminist or be as educated about the LGBTQ+ community!! In conclusion, thank you SO SO SO much for everything you do and just being the beautiful, amazing, inspiring person you are. I love you more than words can express and I can’t wait for August 23rd!!! ps: I really hope we can hug someday 💗

Bessie: @flyawayswift

Hey !! I’m Bessie, I’m 17 and I’m from the UK 🇬🇧!! I love to do Ballet and Tap dancing, but when it comes to Taylor’s music it’s generally just me doing crazy dad-dancing because I cannot stay calm during her songs. There’s aren’t many words which can sum up accurately how much I love Taylor or how grateful I am to have her in my life, but I love her to the moon and back 💛 I’ve been a swiftie for nearly 5 years, and have loved her music since I was 11. I’ve grown up with her as the big sister I never had, and my biggest dream EVER is to give her the biggest hug hehehe 💛💛

ana: @taysfavourite

hey!! i’m ana and i’m 14, i’m from the uk!! i love taylor (ofc) and i do gymnastics, i also love dance and stuff like that!! i am so thankful for taylor bringing me to some of my best friends!! (i’m always open for new friends btw) and yeah i love taylor!so!much! 💋💋💋

alex: @delicateswiftiez137

hi guys! i’m alex and i’m 14 years old. I live in illinois, and i’ve been a fan of taylor ever since I first heard love story and yblwm on the radio as a kid! my stan song is fearless because I love the message it portrays, but recently i’ve been OBESSED with the whole 1989 album because it’s a literal masterpiece! besides taylor related things, one hobby of mine is swimming! i’ve been a swimmer since I was about 2 years old! anyways, I hope you all have the best day! 🧁🌸🦋💗💋

Edith: @twinfiresignsswift

Hi, my name is Edith and I’m a 15 yr old from California! Anything related to cats is my ideal thing. I’m currently the mother of a tabby cat named Jagger who is very shy, grumpy, and introverted just like me, so the two of us get along very well 🥳 both of us are def party poopers. Anyway I enjoy art, especially watercolor! Initially I wanted to become an artist when I grew up, but I realized I would be poor asf, so now I want to major in biology and become some type of zoologist because animals are the best. In 2014, 5th grader me became obsessed with Blank Space and my life immediately changed from that day on. My favorite album is Speak Now because of how magical and well written it is. My 1 brain cell could never manage to write a whole masterpiece like that all by myself. And my stan song is You Are in Love!! It makes my heart go 💕💗💓 I am so incredibly grateful that I got to see Taylor for the first time ever on rep Pasadena night 1. It was the best day of my life :,) I know so many others do not have the same opportunities; I know how they feel, so I try to stay as humble as I can. I would be such a boring and sad person without Taylor and her amazing lyrics. She is such an amazing role model. Thank you for always being there for me, I will love you forever and always, and I am so excited to see what you have in stock❤️

Jess: @jessheartstaylor

hey!! I’m Jess and I’m 14, from the UK!! My stan song is begin again, I love it so much!! IM SO EXCITED FOR LOVER! I can’t wait to see what Taylor has in store for us!! I’m so thankful for Taylor as she’s such an incredible role model and idol to me, her music always cheers me up and she never fails to make me smile!! I love her so much- forever and always!! 💕💞💓💗💖💝

jordan: @fairytaleswift

hey taylor!! the thought of you scrolling all the way down and reading this right now is insane... all of us girls love you with everything inside of us. I have been supporting you for lucky number 13 years!!! I’ve been with you since 2006! I have been to Speak Now, Red, 1989 and Rep! I am so excited for Lover! It has been an honor watching you grow and become the amazing and strong woman you are today. I love you so much taylor... I hope we get to hug soon! 💗🌥🍭🦄🌩🌸🌈💐🦋💗💓🥰💅🏻🌥

Ravae: @vaelovestaytayswift

Hey I’m Ravae!! I’ve loved Taylor for as long as I can remember my sister has listened to her forever so I grew up listening to her!! Taylor inspires me everyday to be a better person and she’s a great role model. Her music helps me through the really rough times but also puts me in a better mood through the good times! I hope to meet you one day! Love you Tay🦋💞🌈💘🥺

Gracie: @inredlipsticks

Hey, Taylor! I’m Gracie and I’m 20 as of June 22nd. I’ve loved you since debut and my favorite album of all time is Fearless. I’ve been fortunate enough to see you four times and hopefully more on the lover tour 💗 along with Taylor, I also love Selena Gomez, Disney, and dogs!! 💗🦋🌸 The four most important things in my life.

Ella: @ellalovesswift

Hey! My name is Ella and I’m 17 years old. I’ve loved Taylor ever since the day my dad thought I needed my own music instead of just listening to his, this was when I was just seven years old and my dad bought me the fearless album and I fell in love with Love Story!! Ever since then I’ve never stopped loving Taylor! Other than her music, I’ve grown up with Taylor and every day she has inspired me to be a better person! My favourite songs are enchanted, better than revenge and dress! I’ve been to the red and reputation tours in Melbourne! Other than Taylor I am a swimmer. I swim a lot and it’s been a part of my life since before Taylor! I hope one day I can hug her and tell her how much she’s impacted my life! I will always stay, love you Tay 💗🦋💓🌸

bri: @briadorestay

hi t! my name is bri and i am 13 (turning 14 on august 19th) i have loved you since i was 5 years old and my stan songs are the archer, ciwyw, and you are in love. the soft songs🥺🥺 i love you so much and i hope you never stop doing what you’re doing because you are so inspiring!! i love u so much buddy! see you one day?🧚‍♀️☁️🌸💘🥺💗⭐️🕊

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heres some idea’s for redesigns along with some bulletpoints on what I was thinking for story stuff involving remaking the series

Im having trouble reading off the screenshots so Im gonna write it out under the cut along with probably adding some ideas or expanding on the bullet lists (future me here: I wrote a Lot)

Sam Manson:

-Rich Activist, meaning she’s kinda blind to some troubles going on or doesnt full understand how others are doing financially, along with being raised in a house with people who arnt exactly empathetic and more focused on appearances then worker rights, sam can come off as shallow to others doing activist work.

 it could be a really interesting character arc for her to realize some of the things going on outside of her school and plants that she can help with, along with dealing with that sense of helplessness she feels at being to normal to help anyone she expresses in the show.

-Goth, but cheery? One thing i noticed in the show is how overall cheerful sam can come off while toting goth ideal’s, which may be a part of why she isnt shown to have many goth friends with them seeing her more as a poser becouse their teenagers and teenager Be like that sometimes.

 It’s not a problem in my book but it could be fun to see tucker or danny question it when in goth spaces and sam basically saying the truth that you dont have to be miserable to enjoy dark subject matter. maybe with tucker and danny getting a small interest in some of the “lesser” goth stuff sam introduces to them.

-fights everyone, becouse teenager with boundless energy and Ghosts attacking all the time. sam didnt fight much in the original series and thats a shame.

-facinated by ghost, becouse duh

-I was kinda thinking of her and tucker being introduced by them competing for class president, becouse that seem’s like a position both would be interested in and it be more interesting then having tucker face dash

Tucker Foley

-Likes to influence others is a general statment, but its true tucker likes to be involved in other peoples lives and generally have his oppinion affect people in possitive (or negative) ways. he likes seeing that his involvment matters and he suffers when people ignore him or take his oppinions for granted and id love to see stuff centered around this trait

-level 1 leader/planner, sorta connected to the influencing people thing I think tucker really would thrive in leadership roles that danny just isnt suited to handling, big mobs of people and sam on his side and he is a force to be recond with. Tucker thrives in getting big groups of people to side with him esspecially since technology profficientcy isnt a sign of weakness in this day and age. 

plus him working on his public speaking lines up with his motivation of wanting to be attactive to ladies. 

also Having him working on public speaking stuff and general people person scenario’s gives a lot of reason for the group to interact with the A listers in a less hostile scenario

-tech god I guess, becouse tucker foley

Dan Phantom

-Incarnation of discomfort being the unintentional (At least the first time) fusion of a stubborn 14 year old and his crazy 40 year old father figure with very different morals and oppinions makes existing very, very akward for dan, but great comedy fodder!

-dan is able to have legs or a ghostly tail whenever he pleases unlike vlad or danny, becouse I figured it be a good way to make fights more interesting and their fighting styles different becouse I want more vlad involvement and having  them be extra different types of ghosts makes watching either of them fight much more interesting

-wishes to not exist, esspecially in the presense of either danny or vlads love interests becouse WOW thats akward

-WAAAAY more powerful then danny and vlad, partially becouse making dan a final everything is going to hell desperate final action for danny and vlad would make dan’s appearances more interesting but also becouse of difference’s about vlad plasmius and danny phantom I will talk about when I get to them. 

Dan Discomfort Masters

-“Vlad’s nephew” becouse if you’re meeting this guy stuff has gone horrible wrong on the de-fusing front  and he needs a reason to be in either fenton on masters house hold to get whatever he needs to fix the ghost catcher 

- big ol liar pant’s, partially becouse danny and vlad are Huge Liars but also becouse of the whole, I need shit to stop existing 

-Trying to keep it together becouse he’s probably made to interact with people vlad and danny have Opinions On and honestly he cant decide if he wants to viciously prank jack at every oppertunity or punch himself for thinking of being mean to jack, among other such mixed feelings.

Vlad Masters

-Certified genius due to a number of thing’s including his obession, and becouse being smarter then jack makes him happy and if jack ever expressed interest in a subject He Must Be Better, he might not be trying to kill jack becouse he doesnt want to deal with a ghost hunter ghost for who knows how long but he wont be lesser then jack in ANYTHING.

-fruitloop, still has some backwards logic and morals such as having valarie become a ghost hunter to offer a sparring buddy to danny and whats a better motive to shoot at someone then they ruined their life right but he’s generally such a over the top bird brain trying to show off to everyone that fruitloop is the only description he can be given.

-less evil is a Big Thing, he’s still objectively not a very good man but I want him and danny working together and sharing a roof on the weekends but that means not shooting first and asking questions later on site, so a less evil vlad is needed, plus it just generally makes there interactions more fun and less dangerous which is what im going for, since walker can take over a lot of vlads antagonist role in the story plus danny and vlad making agreements to get stuff out of eachother sounds like a hell of a lot of fun, i liked eye for and eye vlad sue me.

- as a side not I want vlad to be a lot less physically fit and practiced with doing things as a human, seeing him as a man who lords his power over others when he can he prefers relaxing and working as plasmius more then masters, which affects his health and serves a purpose in story for a lesson id like made after watching phantom planet last night

Vlad Plasmius

-loving guardian in that he really, really does want to be a good father and mentor figure to danny even if their relationship is rocky due to long standing lies he’s been feeding him and how tight a grip vlad has on his familys financial health. as well as the whole snatching partial costody as soon as costudy was called into question after dannys accident (Ill get to that) vlad’s babysat in the past for the fenton which is part of it, along with his desire to be better at jack in every aspect.

-great implorer, in which he likes to get minions when he can and usually only grumbles if his minions already have plans when he calls for them, pays great by ghost zone and human standards and usually offers a full health plan, though skulkers case that full health plans is for when he gets his head up his ass and thinks he can actually get either danny or vlads pelt, one of skulkers suits is on vlads lab wall with a nice hole where its face should be as a reminder to those who cross him.

-only legs,  meaning he uses 100% more kicks and ground based attacks then danny and can kick below the bet where danny cant, this plus his fire core making him have to get creative lest he burn his surroundings to the ground has him fighting in a very different way to danny, along with his 20 years of experience. vlad tends to fight ghosts with less reason to leave the ghost zone, and invading lairs to get what he wants, leading to more serious encounters then what danny faces in the begining.

-loves dramatics, becouse vlad plasmius everybody he’s a cookyier villian here

-less evil and more ruthless and efficient to those who get in his way, that arnt who percieves as family 

-Plasmius’s obsession is teaching people lessons, in all the good and horrible ways that can imply. halfa’s have more broad and less restrictive obsessions then other ghosts which makes them more dangerous and able to ammas power.

Danny Fenton

-Fenton works heir, which is played up a lot more in this with vlad backing his family and giving them chances to disgrace themselves on public telivision and get shamed out of wherever their currently living, leading them on a series of moves throughout dannys life before amity park show off their inventions to the world! Since Jazz aggressively refused the role it fell on danny and he actually takes it pretty seriously, believing as a little bab in ghosts and being convinced of their evil from a young age by his parents which you can only imagine does great things for him when he becomes a halfa and learns unkie vlad is one as well.

-has been haunted by the creepy ghost boy title his whole like due to his situation and the fact he is usually made to assist in showing off his parents weapons publicly as a apprentice ghost hunter, one such invention was the fenton portal that had a wire loose during the presentation, when he went in and put it back the doors automatically shut him in and jack and maddie didnt notice he was in there still until the screaming started, this led to some public outcry over weather jack and maddie are fit to raise kids and vlad swooping in for partial costudy of both fenton children “to ease the masses, and besides he’s basically helped raise them anyway whats garenteed weekends at one of vlads places going to do?”  it was a sucky situation.

-bad reputation due to general protectiveness of his parents along with terrible social skills, along with his new trouble of hiding and controlling emerging ghost powers.He doesnt leave a initial good impression on sam and tucker when he first meets them as fenton, and people tend to avoid him to keep away from his parents wierdness anyhow.

-is less good in the traditional sense but wants to keep people safe and happy if he can help it, though its argueable if thats simply a manifestation of his obsession or if its just becouse he’s a sweet kid, once he gets it into his head that ghosts arnt always evil he tries really hard to be nice to ghost too and even tries to save them from his parents when he can. putting his neck out for them.

Danny Phantom

-just wants a lair is a shorthand for wanting to just experience regular ghost things when he’s going ghost, he’s less inclined to fight every ghost he see’s unless their actively hurting people and tries to talk them down, not wanting his afterlife filled with enemies when he officially keels over. 

he has big dreams for a super cool lair of his own that are explored upon the one time he’s split apart by the ghost catcher, mostly becouse phantom rips the  door to his room from its hinges and zooms into the ghost zone as soon as he’s out, found aimlessly wondering helplessly looking for the PERFECT location to start building. he tends to day dream about the lair of his dreams in class.

-no leg’s leading to more air combat and trying to immobalize people with his tail, usually fighting fairly though with his moments of cheap shots in partiicularly deadly battles,, he usually fights people like johnny 13 who mess with people then he does generally harmless ghosts like box ghost in the begining, plus with his in development abilities that include a versatile ice core his fights are more strategy  then sheer beat down or creative weapon making (or heating whatever metal the ghost is wearing to the point of insanity) 

Danny also has this little problem where he “died” in a anti ghost hazmat suit made of stuff to weaken and harm a ghost who comes in contact with jack and maddies little boy and it means its harder on him to access his powers, taking more energy to do things that most ghost would find easy like intangibilty and invisibility, which is a major problem for him esspecially at first, danny’s only made aware of this though vlads help and their working on a way to trick the hazmat suit into changing material with what danny was wearing under the suit, since its being difficult with changing on dannys command, he can put stuff over and under the suit but the suit itself is hard to make budge.  the outfit shown above is after danny learns how to at least add stuff over it with vlads help.

dan does not have problem’s with the material of his costume making him have access to all dannys abilities easily, along with vlads experience and power and dannys creative thinking dan gets the nickname of the ultimate enemy with good reason

- Loves exploring, esspecially the ghost zone its so interesting and full of enteraining characters and the food is Amazing at least in ghost form and vlad’s show him some pretty incredible places in the zone when they agree to work together in the sense of vlad stealing madde and jacks thermoses at the end of fenton fights and danny helping him spelunk in the ghost zone,  its a guilty pleasure to be able to show sam and tucker around when they become friends, natural portals are a tempation danny has a hard time ignoring when he see’s one, much to his loved ones annoyance.  wolf is a terrible enablr of a friend.

- due to his obession with proving himself (its the wording i go with now i might change it to something like control or being loved) danny tends to want people to like him and seeing a opertunity to get them to like him sorta throws him off balance and out of fight mode, usually leading to him cuddling up to them, in phantom form dannys a great cuddler. take caution though he’s been known to trick enemys into thinking he’s gone out of fight mode and either shove them into the nearest portal/thurmos or later freezing them where they stand.  dannys terrible with crowds, esspecially crowds of people who dont like him he freezeses up.

Danny to-tired-to-function (school and not working with parents danny)

-cant wait to to graduate, with no plans to go to college becouse he’s not paying for more hell

-is really in a bad place socially and mentally in the begining, but will become a lot happier once he befriends sam and tucker, though before that he tends to do some pretty desperate and embarrasing things to get attention and has a problem with letting people drag him into trouble on the promise of friendship.

Danny’s Chore’s list:

-deadly laundry with ectoplasm contaminated laundry machines to content with

-helping whoever wants to cook, cook, or being in charge of dinner most nights unless someone else wants to cook (breakfast is jazz’s job, maddie and jack are gently discouraged from cooking, jazz and danny usually or use to just grab take out for lunch if they had time)

-cleaning the lab

-dishes with ecto contaminated dishwasher are always a little dangerous damn appliances and their wills to reak havoc, jazz likes to help make sure it doesnt hurt anyone since its more dangerous then the laundry machines

-assembling weapons with parents for the vault, or incase of a huge ghost invasion so everyone has a chance at a weapon, danny usually just assembles the less dangerous stuff that doesnt require a lot of welding

-general house maintense, vacuuming and window cleaning while jazz mops and dusts 

-jazz cleans the weapons vault after learning dannys secret becouse its a lot less dangerous for her then for him and hes infinitly grateful

AND DONE thats some of my thoughts on what could be done with a re design of the characters and story beats listed, im tired of writing now but enjoyed getting this out

[awackyphdinadorkable]

Snippety snip 2 for that Pearl Harbor AU I keep obsessing about... for reasons.

Why do I keep doing this to myself? Oh, right, because I am a biatch for Cherik as kids and being all sweet and corny. And I did it again, even after I already cut out that first snippet. Either way. I keep purging those snippets until my mind stops obessing about it. So you’ll have to deal with it until my brain catches up to the news. Cheers!

Erik looks out the small window from their living room. It’s dark outside, but he can make out the outlines of the mansion, framed by the lanterns shining like fireflies about to flit away, though they never do. He sighs, then grimaces when the mist of his own hot breath against the cold window clouds the glass.

His eyes drift back down on the small rectangular package in his hand, wrapped in brown paper and with a blue bow on top. His mother did most of the wrapping for him because Erik’s fingers wouldn’t work the way they normally would – because he is good at crafts, he really is. Paper is no metal, though, which makes it harder to control at times than most people would tend to think, if they even knew what that meant in the first place.

He was grateful for his mother being so helpful, she always is, because she just silently took the box from his hand and wrapped it for him without ever losing a word about it, well aware how embarrassed he would have been if she had made him ask for it.

Maybe this was a bad idea from the start, though, considering.

Charles’s parents seemingly invited all of the high society to the occasion. Erik’s mother and the rest of the staff had been fussing all week to get everything in order for tonight, which left Erik briefly wondering whether the President would also attend.

For the record, he did not.

Nonetheless, Erik watched with great fascination as one fancy car after the other rolled up the hill to the estate. He could hear the metal roar all the way to their small house.

And no matter how closely he pressed his face against the glass of the living room window, Erik knew from the moment on the cars wheeled past the big iron gates that this world out there is by no means his world, despite the fact that it’s only a few hundred feet away. He doesn’t fit in. Charles does, though, which gives Erik any urge to throw the little box away and go to bed early. Because it is those days that make him feel different, that make him feel like he doesn’t belong right where he wants to be, where he feels he belongs every single day safe for this one of the year.

Erik knows that people would give him not just one odd look if he were to just show up at the estate, dressed in plain clothes those people wouldn’t even use to work in the garden with, which is stupid enough. And after that, he’d probably be thrown out, because Erik does not belong to those people with fancy cars and even fancier clothes, no matter the occasion.

Charles doesn’t make the difference, though, he never did.

When Erik came to Westchester, he was instructed not to come to the mansion unless ordered. He was supposed to keep up with his language lessons, to go to school, come back, and not cause any trouble around the property otherwise. Erik’s mother reminded him that they were very fortunate for the position, even more so because Kurt Marko actually pushed for Erik to attend school and paid extra for his studies to be sure Erik caught up, which was not at all common for an employer to do.

Erik understood that much even at such a young age. They were very fortunate. The money was enough to provide for them and start over new after they had to leave everything in Germany behind.

So yes, Erik showed his best side and stuck dutifully to the rules he was given. He didn’t want to cause his mother any more trouble than that which they had escaped back in Düsseldorf after his father died and they had to find a way to fend for themselves in the Americas.

His orbit, his little world, became the small house at the far end of the property which was given to them as lodgings for his mother’s work in the mansion. Erik either sat inside, tried to focus on his language books and form the words still unfamiliar to his tongue. And if he did not do that, he played in very close periphery to their house, built himself toys out of wood and wire. He listened to the buzzing of the insects on hot summer days and waited for his mother to come back from the mansion, day in, day out.  

This orbit expanded vastly one afternoon when Erik roamed through the vast garden of the estate, pretending to be a pilot, only to fall, nose first, into the dirt. When he looked up, he saw a dark-haired boy, a little younger than him, and eyes bluer than the sky itself. The boy stared at him with wide eyes, rubbing his side with a wince.

It took Erik a number of seconds to remember his mother talking about the two sons of the family who lived in the large mansion, which Erik always found a ridiculous waste of space. Charles and Cain. By the looks, it could only have been Charles. No matter which one it was, though, Erik was sure to be in trouble because he was given orders not to interfere with them. Ever. At the same time, he knew there was no escape now that the boy had seen him.

Mentally, Erik prepared himself for the worst, which is why he muttered a hasty apology with a bowed head: “I… I am sorry. I did not see you.”

He briefly wondered how he had to address the boy. Was he some “lord” or “little mister” or did you address even boys by their last name if your mother worked for them? Erik didn’t know by the time, and everything made him want to run, so to escape giving a wrong answer, but his feet wouldn’t move.

“No, no, I’m sorry. I was not paying attention.”

That was the one answer Erik did not prepare himself for, neither could he brace himself for the kind smile and the sympathetic gaze that made those blue eyes impossibly more vibrant.

Erik was still fully convinced that he was in for some trouble, because rich boys always made trouble to his mind, at least from what he heard his mother recount about the older one who only ever cursed her whenever she came into his room without knocking first.

“Are you hurt?” Erik asked dutifully.  

The boy only shook his head with a smile. “Not at all. You?”

“No.”

“Then I am relieved,” the boy sighed in relief, only to stare at him. “Oh.”

Erik frowned. “Oh?”

The boy struggled to his feet, then, a book falling out of his lap and onto the ground. He wiped his hands over his back to get rid of some blades of grass before stretching out his right hand to Erik. “I’m Charles Xavier.”

“Erik Lehnsherr.”

“You are from Germany, right?”

“… Yeah,” Erik said slowly, not liking to be called upon it, after all, he was trying his best to catch up on his language lessons as he was told to do. “I am still learning the language.”

“Oh, you must be very talented, then.” The boy beamed at him.

Erik could do nothing much but stare. “Talented?”

That was nothing Erik associated with himself. He wasn’t dumb by any means, but talented? Erik always tended to think being talented meant to be exceptional at something, and he couldn’t say of himself that he was. Yet, there stood a boy who, from what he had heard, was as bright as a star can shine. And that boy was complimenting him on his language? None of it made sense to Erik. And yet, it made him want to ask questions where he was so used to ducking his head and swallowing down any kind of curiosity he may have had.

“Why yes, you speak English very well already,” the boy explained. “By contrast, I can’t speak German at all.”

It was only then that Erik looked at the book lying on the grass, which turned out to be a beginner’s guide in German language learning. But it couldn’t possibly be that Charles had picked up that for his sake. That was out of the question.

Right?

“I… I suppose you’ll learn it fast,” Erik said, not daring to meet the other boy’s gaze any longer. “I think I ought to go. Mama doesn’t want me to be late for dinner.”

“Oh, sure, I didn’t mean to keep you from it. Sorry another time for making you fall. It was nice meeting you, Erik,” the boy assured him quickly, and Erik would have thought that he saw disappointment in his eyes, but that couldn’t possibly be either.

Right?

“It was nice meeting you, too… Charles.”

That day changed everything for Erik going forward.

That boy’s smile changed everything, it made Erik’s orbit larger with every day passing until it reached way beyond the fences of the estate, to the point that only the sky was the limit.

Because ever since that day, Erik caught glimpses of Charles wherever he went. It was as though he only now noticed that boy’s presence, as though he only materialized now that Erik took notice of him. It left the young boy wondering whether Charles had been watching him without his notice much longer than he’d taken notice of it.

At first he was irritated by it, because it felt like Charles was watching him. He was, in fact, as Charles admitted to him later, but it was because he sensed Erik’s hesitation and didn’t want to bother him.

Charles kept sitting in the grass, reading German language books while Erik pretended to play without noticing the other boy’s presence. That went on for about a week. Then Erik couldn’t take it anymore, and just blurted out asking what Charles was doing there, sitting in the grass, watching him instead of playing himself. Because Erik couldn’t imagine the boy had any shortcomings in toys and whatever else to fill his days with the delight of playing whatever game he could think of.

Why would he bother watching Erik play?

Erik was surprised by the shock in the younger boy as he bowed his head, the mob of dark curls falling into his blue eyes, looking straight-up miserable within seconds. “I… I didn’t mean to bother you, Erik. I am sorry. I just… I can also go elsewhere if you preferred.”

“That’s not what I was asking. I want to know why you don’t play yourself.”

“You amaze me,” came the reply that did nothing to lift Erik’s confusion. He had to take a moment to think of that word. He remembered to having read it not long ago. Amaze. Amazing.

Oh.

“How?” Erik asked bluntly. First talented, then amazing – Charles kept attaching meanings to him that Erik didn’t know belonged to him, but to the younger boy they seemingly did. And it left young Erik wondering whether Charles had the rights of it, because he was so bright and clever already at that age – how could he be wrong?

Right?

“You can play on your own to have fun,” Charles answered. “I can only read on my own to have fun.”

Erik had to ponder that for quite some time because he always thought that rich boys had to have fun playing because they had all those fancy toys and such whereas he had only his imagination and a bunch of sticks and wire.

“Well, you could always have a friend over to play with you,” Erik suggested.

Charles’s lips curled at that, before settling into a tight grimace. “I don’t know any boys my age. And Cain doesn’t… we don’t play. Ever.”

Erik found that all very curious. He always thought rich boys had a bunch of friends, even those fake friends that only ever stayed around for the money and nice gifts, but here sat a boy about his age who had everything and yet had no one other than himself and his books, for what it seemed.

Erik himself chose to be mostly on his own because the children at school made fun of his accent or pestered him about his faith. But he was friendly enough with some of them to play with during the breaks. He even played over at their houses from time to time, though he hardly ever felt like it. That was never any trouble. Yet, here sat a boy who was smart enough to read such big books already at that age, and he seriously didn’t know how to play? Who didn’t have anyone to play with? It boggled Erik’s mind even more than some of the stuff in his curriculum did at the time.

“… You can join… if you want, that is.”

He could see the lights go up in the other boy’s eyes, but Erik could also spot the restraint he put on himself, so not to show too much excitement. “I don’t think I know how to play the game, though.”

Erik shrugged at that. “I can show you.”

The smile that met him shone brighter than the stars in the sky on a clear night. “You mean that.”

“Sure.”

“You really are amazing, Erik.”

Ever since that day, they played together on a daily basis.

And their worlds kept growing as they allowed the two to overlap.

Charles burst open like a flower does with the first sunbeams of spring, giggled until his sides hurt and smiled so much that his eyes smiled, too. And Erik found himself doing the same, unable to hide from that joy he suddenly found orbiting in his little yet expanding world.

He enjoyed playing alone, alright, but that was until he started playing with Charles, which was so much better. Charles liked many things Erik enjoyed. He was always one to praise Erik for his crafts and imagination. And the things that Charles enjoyed that didn’t really interest Erik? He found himself doing what Charles had done before – and still did on occasion – to watch. Erik lost count of the hours he’d spent watching Charles read, devour page after page.

However, on most things, they agreed – when it came to playing games. And so they spent hours pretending to fly over moist grass. They climbed the tree right by the small lake that Charles said his grandfather planted, and played hike and seek, a game Charles always won, no matter how well Erik tried to hide.

Over time, Erik’s orbit became very large, to the point that he could hardly make out its limits anymore. He played in Charles’s room, they stole from the kitchen to have picnics on the roof, he went in and out as he pleased, and because Charles called him his friend, no one questioned his presence in the mansion, safe for some odd glances he got from Cain until he left for boarding school for good.

So no, Charles never made the difference, he dissolved any feeling of Erik being other at the estate.

He showed interest in Erik when most others just ignored him or didn’t even register his presence. Charles was eager to learn German phrases from him, insisting that languages ought to be spoken not just read in order to be learned. Charles wanted to know all there was to know about Sabbath and Chanukah, the city of Düsseldorf, wanted to learn to make toys just like Erik, the ones with nothing but wire and wooden sticks. He smiled at the splinters in his hands and the fine red tears in his pale, freckled skin, all the more cheerful once he finished his first toy and was eager for Erik’s approval. Charles gave Erik the feeling that he was a very special person when normally, he felt like most people hardly ever noticed him.

Where Erik tended to feel like one tiny star amongst millions, Charles made him feel like he was the only star in the sky around which Charles’s world revolved.  

By contrast, Charles’s stepfather barely took notice of his presence, as did Charles’s stepbrother. Erik hardly ever saw Charles’s mother, and Charles made a habit of it to bring toys to Erik’s house rather than bring Erik to his house – at least when other family members were around.

In the early beginnings of his orbit’s expansion, a lingering fear told Erik that Charles was ashamed of having him in the house, but he realized rather fast that this was entirely wrong: Charles was ashamed of this large house and its emptiness. He was ashamed of the lack of warmth in the way the rest of the family treated one another. Over time, that shifted, because Charles found that Erik brought warmth to the house, which was part of the reason why they ended up playing about as often in the mansion as they did in the small house at the far end of the property.  

Thanks to Charles, Erik found his orbit so much larger yet very much tied to that boy’s smile, that boy’s presence.

Yet, Erik’s orbit shrinks whenever Charles is called back that mansion and he knows he can’t follow him. While they still steal into each other’s rooms more often than they should, Erik knows that on certain occasions, he is not wanted there, isn’t welcome, is not a part of Charles’s life. Because he is not like them. He is different, even when Charles won’t make that difference.

Charles seems to fit wherever he sees fit, though. He can be right in Erik’s orbit, but he knows how to handle himself around adults all the same. Erik saw that, too, one time when Charles and he had played longer than they should have, as the family expected guests. Charles hid Erik in the brushes while charming them so Erik could sneak away. Charles knows how to make others the same as himself and thus come into his orbit. Erik can’t do that, though. And it makes him realize that, in the end, no matter how close he feels to his best friend, Erik is not like Charles, not entirely, not enough to be around him all the time.  

Erik is pulled out of his thoughts by his mother calling out from the kitchen. “Ich dachte, du wolltest Charles das Geschenk geben, bevor der Tag vorbei ist.“

Erik told her that he wanted to give this gift to Charles before the day was over, yes. That was before he started fussing with the wrapping, however, before the cars rolled up and he found his orbit shrinking until it was a painful throb in his chest.

The plan was to sneak over to the mansion early on, maybe even before Charles woke up – Charles loves to sleep in – and then surprise him with the gift. Erik would have been the first in the morning to greet him and wish him a happy birthday. And the more he entertained that thought the more intrigued he became by the idea. Erik found his confidence fleeting, however, as he saw deliveries being made to the mansion early in the morning and Charles standing by the large open door, already dressed in fine clothes, seemingly ready to welcome the guests as soon as they arrived.

Normally, Erik gives Charles a small gift the next day. The younger boy is always very, very thankful for it, completely overjoyed, in fact. Erik wanted to change it this time, because this is a special gift, and he wanted Charles to have it on his birthday, not the day after, but he found himself drifting more and more out of Charles’s orbit as more and more rich people found their way into the gardens, into Charles’s orbit.

Sharon Xavier had invited a great many, important – or at least important-looking – people to attend the garden party meant to celebrate Charles’s birthday and his most excellent grades guaranteeing Charles to obtain his high school diploma even a year earlier than expected, and they expected him to graduate very early anyway. Now turned thirteen, of that his stepfather is convinced, Charles will be the youngest student to ever attend college in the school’s history. Of course that called for celebration. But that celebration lies far out of Erik’s orbit, shrinking his little big world to the confines of the house all over again, leaving Erik to look out the window instead of going to where he would much rather be, to see the light that made his universe so much bigger and so much brighter.

Erik has no doubt that Charles will exceed even those expectations and excel in every subject. Charles is outstandingly smart and athletic. No small part of Erik is proud of Charles and his achievements, is proud of being that boy’s friend.

And yet, when Erik heard of the prospect of Charles graduating even earlier than he would have anyway, he had to swallow hard. Because that means Charles will be out of his orbit even sooner. He will go on to college and ease into new orbits, new worlds. And while Erik knows that Charles will remain his best friend – and will see to it that Erik knows this – he also knows that distance between them will inevitably pull their worlds far apart. And then his world will shrink to the house again – for all days of the year, every other year.

“Willst du nicht gehen?” his mother asks, peeking her head out of the kitchen into the living room, drying a pan. Yes, he wants to go, but no, that’s nothing he can do, can he?

“Vielleicht doch lieber morgen, Mama,“ he tells her. Perhaps it’s best to stick to tradition after all and only go there tomorrow. It worked before, why shouldn’t it now?

She shrugs at him. „Wie du meinst. Ich glaube, Charles würde sich trotzdem freuen, wenn du es ihm heute noch gibst.“

Erik knows she is right about that. Charles would be happy to get it today. He is always happy about any gift Erik ever made him, but thankfully, his mother might be pushy in her own, calm way, but she wouldn’t ever force him into going.

“Es ist schon spät.“

Being too late is a passable enough excuse, isn’t it?

His mother gives him a look. “Das hat dich noch nie abgehalten, mein Schatz.“

She is right yet again, the way she always seems to be: No, it being late never hindered him from going. Erik knows that this is just another cheap excuse he wants to tell himself, so not to feel like he is failing himself – and Charles.

Yes, he wanted to go earlier, but no, he somehow couldn’t when he saw Charles up early, dressed in a fine suit jacket and knickers, the hair neatly combed, looking so much different from the boy he tends to roll over the grass with until both are positively disheveled and dirty.

Yes, he says that he wants to wait until tomorrow, but no, he wants to give it to Charles now. Even though a voice tells Erik that it’s stupid and that Charles likely received much better gifts than the one Erik put together with the limited resources he had – and failed at wrapping, if not for his mother’s aid.

Yes, his mother is likely right that Charles would be enthusiastic if he brought it today. Charles would be enthusiastic about Erik gifting him a handshake and a piece of gum. Maybe even just the handshake. He’s too kind, simple as that. But no, she was right, it being late never hindered Erik from sneaking into the house to see Charles.

So why did it now?

That would be the point where Erik would ask Charles for help to solve this paradox, but Charles is not here to help him with that. Charles is up there whereas Erik is glancing out the window, clouding his vision with his own hot breath.

Erik turns around when he hears his mother walk into the living room, having finished cleaning up the kitchen. She puts her hands on his shoulders, offering a kind smile. “Ich gehe jetzt ins Bett. Es wird ein langer Tag morgen.“

“Gute Nacht, Mama.“

“Schlaf gut, mein Schatz.“ She kisses his forehead. “Bleib nicht zu lange wach.“

“Werde ich nicht, Mama.“

His mother grins at him, winking. “Und schließ das Fenster.“

Erik bows his head, hiding a smirk of his own. Charles had been right about that after all – his mother certainly knew about their antics of sneaking into each other’s rooms, but then again, mothers always seem to know. Safe for Charles’s mother, perhaps, who is too busy with her own problems, as far as it concerns Erik, though he is not supposed to say that around Charles because he wants to see the good in everyone and everything.

His mother disappears before Erik can protest, leaving him to stay by the window, looking out to the world now containing his orbit, considering what to do next, whether to keep on the same plane Erik followed year after year ever since Charles and his smile and his bright blue eyes became the center of a new and exciting universe.

The movement comes before the thought, and before Erik knows what’s going on, he is walking up the hill, over moist grass that tickles his ankles as he goes. His heart pounds louder and louder the closer he comes the mansion, but Erik swallows it all down because he made a plan and he is supposed to stick to it, right?

Right?

The young boy does quick work to find his way up the drain, courtesy of his ability to control metal, swiftly landing on the windowsill and pulling up the glass with a flick of his wrist.

“Erik!”

He finds himself momentarily frozen when his eyes fall on Charles sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes finding Erik at once. The sheer excitement in his tone leaves Erik wondering how Charles can make him feel like he is right where he belongs with no more than the raise of his voice. No one can say Erik’s name to make him feel like that, really. That is only possible in Charles’s world.

“Sorry for being late. I didn’t want to come before all the fancy people were out of sight,” Erik lies as he slips inside, hoping that Charles won’t pick up on it, and even if he does, be graceful enough to ignore it.

“They would not leave,” Charles huffs, throwing his head back, leaving his soft curls to fall into his eyes. Erik can tell that Charles spent at least quite some time ruffling up his hair after Sharon certainly seemingly forced him to comb it straight to the sides. Charles hates that and is normally very vocal about it, arguing that it’s against his nature as he has a tendency to run his fingers through his hair – and since his hairs grow on his head, he should be allowed to make that call. His mother tends to disagree on the matter, as she does on so many other things.

“I suppose they wanted to get all of the champagne, huh?” Erik snorts.

“And the caviar and the lobster and the Belgium chocolates… You don’t want to know how many people I had to listen to, thinking to themselves how smart they are for having brought extra bags just to get some extra caviar. One would think that rich people like them can buy their own, but no.”

Erik makes a low gurgling noise in the back of his throat. “That sounds like fun.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “It’s like Christmas for me!”

Erik smirks, but then lets his gaze wander about the room he normally knows inside-out, having spent many, many hours in here to recognize every item and memorize its exact position. However, looking around now, it seems that things are somewhat out of order. Chairs were pushed back, and the small table they tend to pull into the middle of the room to play chess at seems vanished.

That is until Erik gifts over gifts over gifts piled up in one corner of the room, likely having buried underneath their chess table and the chairs. His mouth falls open silently for a moment, but then Erik gathers himself. “Wow. Large booty you got this year, Charles.”

“It was a lot of people, so yes, it is quite a pile, though I’d rather had an actual pirate’s booty with a treasure chest and a quest than this festivity,” Charles comments, wrinkling his nose. “Which, again, only leaves you wondering why they are so eager to steal caviar off a buffet. They can afford all these gifts but can’t seem but get as much of that black stuff as they can.”

“Humans are weird.”

“Tell me about it.”

Erik keeps studying the elaborately wrapped presents with golden cords and perfectly tied red ribbons, feeling all the more inadequate about his own little thing that would quickly disappear in the mass of large gifts. Erik left it sitting in the pocket of his jacket, finding the edges of it poking his sides almost painfully much now.

His attention quickly turned to Charles, who is still dressed in that fine suit jacket and knickers, looking like any English boarding school students.

“Did you grow tired of unwrapping them or why are there still so many left?” Erik comments, cocking an eyebrow at the younger boy.

“I didn’t unwrap any,” Charles answers, barely moving his lips apart as he speaks. Erik can tell that there is something deeply upsetting Charles about them. It would explain why Charles chose to sit on the bed, as far away from the gifts as possible and why he keeps eyeing them as though one of those packages may decide to eat him any minute now. However, he wants Charles to say it himself instead of guessing, so he just plays along for now.

“Why? That’s the big deal about wrapping them, isn’t it?”

Charles shrugs his shoulders. “I already know what’s in them.”

“And nothing you enjoy?”

“Nothing that means anything,” Charles sighs, letting his head fall forward so that his chocolate curls cover his eyes almost completely.

Erik frowns. “What now?”

Charles gesticulates at the boxes with both hands before running them through his hair nervously. “There is something in there, but they are empty. Those people give me a gift because it’s good tone and because they want to show off their wealth. They try to outdo one another with gifts. With how much they cost or how pricey they look. To me, those are all empty boxes they might just as well have given to themselves instead of me. They aren’t really for me, they are for my parents to see.”

“You know, you sound a bit ungrateful right now,” Erik teases, but he is quick to regret that when he sees Charles’s shoulders slump in defeat. “I know. I am sorry.”

Erik rolls his eyes at him. “I was just joking, Charles.”

“But you are right. I have all these things, but I don’t want them because they mean nothing. That’s… decadent. I know all that. But… those boxes feel like ghosts, and I’d much rather have them gone.”

The older boy grimaces at that. While he cannot really fathom it, Erik knows that Charles’s abilities make him see the world very differently than most other people see it. Charles knows when someone lies to his face. He knows when someone means it when they wish him a happy birthday. He knows how much care went into a gift, how much it means to the person gifting it. He knows when people are lying to his face and he has to pretend not to know it. He has to smile back even though he knows the others don’t actually mean it.  

Erik understood by now that Charles is not just ashamed but afraid of emptiness. He finds that in abundance in the house, which made him cling all the more to Erik’s presence in the mansion once he found the confidence to join him there instead of just playing outside all those years ago. Charles is afraid of empty spaces that should have meaning but bear none. They are like black holes threatening to swallow him. And in that way, Charles not wanting to have anything to do with these gifts should actually not come as a surprise at all.

“There was not a single person at that party today who… who was there for my sake. There was no single kid my age. Kurt invited a bunch of teens who go to Bard College, to show me off and to make me want to go there. Mother presented me like… like I was some new dress she’d just bought in Paris. There were only adults who wanted champagne and attention,” Charles laments, unable to hold it back anymore.

Erik finds himself strangely glad for Charles sharing that with him, though, because it means that Charles trusts him enough to show those sides he either wants or was taught to hide from other people, now fancy people or not.

Charles rubs his eyes. “And I had to greet them all and thank them for coming and make conversation and talk about how much I love studying and answer their foolish questions about how I can know that much at such a young age and ignore just how many of the men called me Charlie or Champ or Chuck, trying to act like we were friendly.”

“Charlie.” Erik can’t help but grin at that, well aware of Charles’s aversion to be called anything other than his name.

The younger boy narrows his eyes at him. “You call me that once, I swear to God, Erik.”

“I won’t,” he assures him quickly, holding up his hands.

“Then I rather would’ve had things like last year when no one came,” Charles sighs.

Erik makes a face at that. “You had the flu last year, that’s why no one came.”

He hated that entire week because Erik was not allowed anywhere near Charles, so that he didn’t get sick himself. That was one of the longest periods of time he was left not just without Charles but worrying about Charles, which made it all the worse. By day 8, Erik couldn’t take it anymore and just sneaked in to read German fairytales to a still recovering Charles – and Erik never got sick of it, this way or the other.

“And it was quiet and no one called me Charlie,” Charles sighs almost wistfully. “And you read stories to me. That was so much better than listening to one guy boasting about his handicap in golf. And for the record, it’s not as good as he says it is.”

The older boy offers a soft smirk. “You are a party pooper.”

“Maybe I am,” Charles sighs wearily, but then looks back at Erik with that bright smile shining brighter than any star Erik ever saw. “I am glad you came by, though. This is definitely the highlight for me today.”

“Highlight,” Erik repeats, feeling the poking in his side all the more presently now. Many years passed since the day he quite literally stumbled over Charles, but to this day, Erik finds himself amazed at what meanings Charles keeps attaching to him, making Erik see things in himself that only Charles seems to know how to bring to light.  

Charles rolls his shoulders. “Well, you normally don’t come on my birthday. Today you did, though. So this is rather special, right?”

“Right,” Erik says, chewing on his bottom lip pensively. “Well, you know your parents wouldn’t want to see me around.”

A cheap excuse again, Erik knows, but he is still trying to process the thought that he is Charles’s highlight of the day, which only ever makes him feel worse for having waited that long, for having kept Charles waiting that long, to be more precise.

“I know. And it’s stupid. And I know you don’t like being around those people either,” Charles ponders.

“Neither do you,” Erik snorts.

“Which tells me that birthday parties are entirely overrated. I should only ever celebrate the day after my birthday,” the younger boy concludes.

Erik furrows his eyebrows at that. “Why?”

“Because that’s the day you come and wish me a happy birthday,” is the simple yet all-revealing answer. And while Charles would not know, Erik likely would have to thank Charles for solving the paradox he couldn’t figuring out on his own.

“… So, birthday for you would be better if I winded up to the occasion,” Erik asks cautiously.

“Very much so,” Charles agrees, nodding his head. “But I understand that you’d rather not. It’s just a date anyway. One day in the entire year. And thankfully, I normally see you on any other day, for which I am more than glad. Those days make up for that one stupid day most certainly.”

Erik suddenly doesn’t know how to smile because he wants to smile so desperately, but it’d be straight-up ridiculous and foolish, he knows that, too. So instead, he focuses on the poking in his side, reminding him of why he came here, why he wanted to change the direction of his orbit just a bit, to maybe gravitate a little closer to where he wants to be every day of the year, and not every day safe for one.

“By the way, I expect you to help me unwrap all of these tomorrow and sneak as much as possible to charitable causes,” Charles informs him.

“Why do we have to do that in secret again?” Erik wants to know, absently patting his palm against the chest, right where the present sits right before his ever beating heart.

It is another habit of Charles’s he never quite understood. When Erik comes by to wish him a happy birthday, Charles always tells him that if there is something Erik would like for himself, he is free to take it. As for the rest, Charles always asks Erik for help to get rid of most of it, sneaking it to orphanages or giving it out to surprised classmates at Erik’s school.

“Because Kurt is obsessed with money. And Mother will forget about it after she had her morning drink. So that means we have to make this disappear before Kurt can ask questions about it,” Charles explains.

Erik shakes his head. “Your family’s weird.”

“You don’t have to tell me, but I suppose it’s as you say, that’s just how humans are,” Charles sighs. “I’d rather not have to hide these things, but I don’t want to have another fuss. Fusses are… never good for Mother.”

“And you by extension,” Erik argues. It is one of those things Charles likes to forget, or rather, wants him to forget, but Erik certainly does not and won’t ever. Ever since he learned of what Kurt did to Cain and still does to Sharon when he is having one of his mood swings, Erik knew not to hold Kurt Marko in any kind regard, even less so once he saw what a toll it took on Charles. Because he can’t help but feel their pain, share in their suffering.

Once Erik learned of that, he learned to hate Kurt Marko. Charles doesn’t want Erik to act upon his anger, however, still trying to find a better solution, hoping to find a way to stop Kurt from acting that way entirely, but Charles doesn’t have that ability and perhaps even if he did, he couldn’t because something tells Erik that Kurt Marko is simply a bad man, and some bad men are beyond saving, simple as that.  

What drives Erik near mad, though, is how Charles developed the tendency to act like he doesn’t suffer from this just because Kurt doesn’t let his anger out on him physically. For a boy as smart as Charles, Erik sometimes has to wonder how he can be so blind to this most evident truth. That is no paradox, that is plain obvious, but Charles won’t see it. Instead, he only ever seems to see hope returning to him when Erik finds him those nights and offers comfort his family can’t or won’t give to him.

But Erik will, always.

Charles says nothing, just licks his lips and looks at some dark corner in his room. Erik learned by now that money can’t buy you everything. It certainly can’t buy you a good and kind family, even though Charles would be one of the few rich people Erik knows would be deserving of it.

“Either way, will you be helping me?” Charles asks, hoping to lift the mood again, for what it seems.

“Do you even ask?”

Charles smiles at him faintly. Both know he will. They always help one another. It’s just the way their universe works. It’s just that simple.

“Thank you.”

“Oh, I almost forgot…,” Erik says. No, he didn’t forget, he couldn’t ever, but he lacks better words to say it with instead, so that will have to do. Erik reaches into his jacket to retrieve the small box, grimacing at the wrapping which got a bit dented, and the ribbon now hanging on the gift in a rather slanted way. Erik knows there is no going back anymore, however, which is why he simply adds, “Uhm, this is for you.”

Charles beams at him so brightly that Erik squints his eyes for a second. He takes the gift from Erik’s somewhat shaky hands and unwraps it with the same childlike enthusiasm he seemingly reserves for Erik’s presents alone.

“It’s nothing much, I just…,” the older boy mutters, but before he can talk his gift down, Charles retrieved it from the box and holds it against the cool light of the moon filtering through the window.

“Oh my God! This is absolutely stunning! You really are talented – and creative! I mean, look at that! This is amazing!” Charles shouts in sheer delight. He holds the little airplane Erik crafted from metal above his head, studying it intently.

Erik winces at every bump he knows to be in the middle as Charles runs his fingers across it, but then the younger man is up to his feet and hugging him so tightly that Erik finds the air knocked out of his lungs.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you so much. This is the best gift ever!” Charles mutters against the fabric of Erik’s jacket as the younger boy keeps his nose tightly pressed against it.

“You… you’re welcome,” Erik whispers faintly, awkwardly tapping his palms on Charles’s back as the other boy keeps holding on, radiating with every bit of himself nothing but happiness and light, so much so that Erik can see candle lights flicker up before his eyes.

Charles smiles at him and Erik completely forgets any limitations that were there earlier, in his little world, because once he is with Charles, they are no more.

“And you made that yourself?” the younger boy asks as he pulls back to look at the airplane again, eager to seemingly memorize every detail.

“I am still learning, but…,” Erik says, but Charles cuts him off before he can finish, “You truly are talented. I now have something absolutely singular in the whole world. Thank you so much, Erik. You really are the best.”

“It’s nothing,” Erik argues, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“It’s surely not,” Charles argues, shaking his head. “This is a great something. It’s… everything.”

Erik smiles at him, pushing any thought aside about how his mother is going to tell him that she told him so in the morning. For now, none of it matters, because Charles smiles like Erik wants to see him smile all the time, every day for the rest of their lives. Because that smile opened up his world until it became his world.

“Will you stay over?” Charles asks, tilting his head to the side.

“If you want me to.”

The younger man grins at him. “Do you even ask?”

“Not really,” the older one smirks back.

“Good, then how about you grab that present over there and unwrap it for me while I find a spot to put this beauty here?” he suggests, not really bothering to wait for a reply as he already busies himself finding the perfect spot for the little airplane.

“Why am I supposed to unwrap this?” Erik asks, frowning.

“It’s the only passable gift I’d mean to keep for myself,” Charles informs him, calling over his shoulder. “It’s a chessboard with metal chess pieces. You can move them with your mind, which should be a nice training for you, right?”

“Sure.”

Erik watches as Charles roams around to find the perfect spot for a small gift that means so much more to Charles than Erik ever could have dared to hope. He turns his gaze away before Charles can notice and instead does quick work to free the chessboard from the large bow and the red wrapping paper. It is, in fact, a very fancy chessboard and the metal is singing to him instantly, making Erik eager to train, but far more importantly, play with it.

With Charles.

“Against all odds, this just turned out to be my best birthday yet… I suppose thirteen is my new lucky number, then,” Charles muses as Erik sets up the chess pieces, already moving a few pieces with his abilities, even though he still needs to work some more on the smaller movements, the ones that require more finesse and attention to detail. But he is getting there. He already made an airplane, which means this is only a matter of time.

And Charles will certainly make sure of it that Erik will get a lot of practice.

“If you want me to, I will come up on your birthday next time,” Erik offers.

“I’d very much appreciate it if you did.” He sits down cross-legged across from Erik as he shrugs out of his jacket and unbuttons the top of his white shirt. Charles gets rid of the tie, which leaves him looking much more like the Charles Erik knows best, free and smiling brighter than the stars can shine, nowhere near a black hole as his entire world appears before him, morphing into a checkerboard wherein they can decide the way their worlds are meant to turn.

“Since it’s your birthday, you get to make the first move.”

“How considerate of you, Erik.”

“I’ll go easy on you.”

“No, you won’t.”

And neither one would want it to be any other way.

“Happy birthday, Charles.”

And just like that, Erik finds that his world is right where it should be, now also on the one day out of the year it used to be far away and out of reach.

Because his world is right within reach, making the first move, smiling so brightly that Erik knows that there is no way either one is going to sleep tonight.

And he is already looking forward to Charles’s lucky number fourteen.