#she is known for being a little scatterbrained though so there is the possibility she forgot I wasn't there this morning

[casgirldykery4ever]

ok well I missed my classes and was like ok well let's just move past that so I went to rehearsal and who's there but my professor for my first class! she's been brought in to help

[apelcini]

Hello! In the cowboy-samurai post you mentioned Jewish-presenting autism and I’m just wondering what you mean by that? Asking as a Jewish person trying to figure out if I’m autistic (and fully knowing that this was a comedic thing and not meant to be taken as a “diagnostic” tool - just curious about thoughts about Jewishness and autism)

yeah ofc, i do a lot of talking about how being jewish in general and especially being raised jewish can influence a person’s viewpoint and values on stuff like knowledge, communication style, and gender roles. it’s also worth noting that i was a little girl with textbook Weird Autistic White Little Boy Trope autism, which went misdiagnosed for years as just being fussy and scatterbrained because of misconceptions about there being innate differences in Male and Female autism as opposed to just socialization, so now i just use “[identity]-presenting autism” to describe noncausal relationships between autism and different facets of identity. i described my female character as having jewish-presenting autism because she’s an 1800s candidate for jeopardy contestant, highly skilled liar, charismatic but tonally clueless social outcast, girl who can’t shut up, and bossy know-it-all who can’t follow directions. everything i’m about to say is anecdotal evidence of course, but in particular i’ve noticed a trend with autistic jewish kids where they’re more likely to have symptoms such as:

obsession with information and sharing information. this can look like a need to correct incorrect things even when it’s better to stay quiet, compulsively picking fights when a political view they disagree with comes up even if hashing it out has no possible benefits, infodumping about every subject that comes up, bringing up their interests incessantly in conversation

habitual defiance, lifelong problems with authority. this can range from a compulsive refusal to follow rules or directions, to doing what you’re told but loudly bitching and moaning about it the entire time behind the authority figure’s back (or even to their face). some kids might start to show this even at ages where kids haven’t usually become disillusioned with authority yet

problems knowing when Not to say something even though it’s true, as well as other problems with situational appropriacy like knowing if it’s appropriate to make a joke or mention a heavy subject

not understanding why people take disagreement so personally OR taking even small disagreements (like where to get dinner) as highly personal debates. treating every disagreement or discussion as a debate tournament

poor communication management in the opposite direction of the Stereotypical robo-autistic, such as yelling or talking way too loud and not noticing it, too many too large hand gestures, almost comically expressive face and/or voice, rambling and fast speech, an inability to mask emotions even when it’s healthy (i.e. pasting on a smile for dinner with your politically repressive grandma), and an inability to get to the point

explaining things in ways that don’t actually make sense to anyone other than themself, using turns of speech that are comprehensible but aren’t common to their native dialect or any dialect at all

anger management issues

skill at fabrications, compulsive lying

in girls, an absolute inability/outright refusal to take up less space, even when she’s aware of the societal expectation for girls to take up less space. even shy autistic jewish girls that i’ve known have taken up spaces that girls aren’t supposed to take when they feel emboldened enough.

constant, almost compulsive joke cracking, i mean even in situations like a dentist lobby or principal’s office after school

extreme impulse control or extreme worrying, i have seen very few autistic jewish people who have normal amounts of impulse control

however keep in mind that this is anecdotal evidence and all of the people in my sample come from a specific social sphere in a specific part of the united states, and also six of these people are my dad, his two children, his identical twin, and the identical twin’s two children who are genetically my half siblings. so some traits might show up more in us that aren’t actually common for most autistic jewish people

[baddieinc]

i am gonna try and make this as coherent as possible since i’m still running on the anxious high of my angels at the vmas (should have never opened twitter tho) 💖💖💖😭 but hello friendos! my name’s maya (she&&her pronouns) and i have not rpd in quite awhile so i’m v sorry if it shows! i’m really happy to introduce you to the light of my life, day, better known to the masses as roxy! she’s flora’s main vocal and she also fancies herself a comedian at times but that’s neither here nor there~ there’s a basic little overview under the cut, as well as some plots and connections i think would be fun! pls hit like if you’d like to plot or brainstorm anything with a v scatterbrained person 🥰

if you’d have told dayeon way back when that she’d now be a famous vocalist amongst a group of other fierce women, she’d probably have laughed in your face. she certainly wouldn’t have believed you. sure, her father had a ton of influence in the business world and their family was quite well off, but that didn’t really mean anything when no one was willing to listen.

she always liked those stories about people who had a passion for singing putting on little miniature concerts when they are little for their friends and families. it may have been nothing more than parading through the living room in their mom’s high heels belting out a ballad at the top of their lungs, but there was something special about the whole thing; them carrying music in their heart for their entire lives.

her family wasn’t the type to listen, though. her father was either always locked in his office or away on business. her mother was busy with a large philanthropic foundation for which she was the chairwoman. her older brother was just that — an older brother. he was more interested in teasing her and hanging out with his own friends.

thankfully, day had skin thicker than her familial bonds, and much of the time, she let it roll off her back. if anything, she seemed to have a one-liner for every situation, choosing to find the humor rather than taking any real offense. 

she was a so/so student, especially against the standards set by the private school she attended. she was always more focused on being the class clown than really paying attention, but still, it made her friends. she always sort of felt she needed to bring something to the table, lest people only befriend her for her wealth. the latter could be such a lonely feeling, and she didn’t fancy it one bit.

through sheer determination, she carved out her place in school socially, becoming known around the facility as uneun sae, due to her tendency to burst into song in the hallways between classes. she had a pleasingly light voice, but the randomness of such an act usually elicited laughter rather than applause, which was fine by her.

still though, dayeon had her aspirations. she wanted to do something pertaining to singing, even if she had to peddle her talents to every open mic night in seoul. her mother was rather encouraging to day and her brother about taking part in extracurricular activities (mostly because it got them out of the house) so dayeon joined a local acapella group with her blessing.

she was really able to flex the muscle within her that ached to sing at their rehearsals, and everything seemed to be going perfectly. the group even had a few local performances which set dayeon’s soul alight. it may not have been a stadium, but it felt amazing to at least perform to an audience who was listening.

good times don’t last forever though — especially when the main vocal in your acapella group kicks you out because they “don’t think you fit into things”. in day’s opinion, it was more a move made out of jealousy, but she refused to dwell on it. after all, success was the best revenge.

not that she actually thought she’d be successful with her next endeavor, but she was feeling a bit spiteful and overconfident. she recorded an emotional audition video of her singing her lungs raw, and even still, she never let up on any of the notes. before going to sleep that night, she passively emailed it to a few music companies, not really expecting a response. it was more so just getting it out of her system.

it took about two weeks, but a couple of the companies actually responded to her email with an invitation to audition in person. she was overjoyed, but also, at a loss for what to do. she never even expected to hear back, let alone be invited to an audition. she had this intuitive feeling that asking her parents outright to allow her to accept the opportunity might not pan out, so she conceived another plan.

she'd travel to stay with her aunt, who conveniently lived much closer to her chosen label’s headquarters, but her cover story would be...fictional to say the least. to her parents’ knowledge, day was to attend a highly reputable finishing school. she spun it as a way to discipline out that goofy streak she seemed to have, which had always embarrassed them. they agreed to the idea, with hopes of their daughter transforming into the perfect, proper princess they’d always wanted.

little did they know, she was taking her first steps towards a different life altogether. at her aunt’s place, she felt a sense of peace and normalcy. the woman lived a much more humble life than that of dayeon’s parents, but it was refreshing. she didn’t feel like there was any kind of appearance she had to keep up; she could just let her hair down and be a mess if she wanted to. no one was there to tell her to “behave the way she was raised”. 

a calm place to unwind was about to become more important to day than ever, as she wound up passing the next round of auditions for new star entertainment — the company she’d been eyeing the hardest. she didn’t take too much time for breaks though, as she knew she had to stay on her game and then some to make this a reality. it was one of the hardest times in her life, to say the least. the work was grueling, but the company shaped dayeon into a top tier talent by the end of her trainee period.

not only was she a very polished vocalist, but she’d become a passable dancer as well, able to keep in time with others when it was an area she’d epically failed in before. soon enough, it was time to take that next leap into a world that was only somewhat familiar. there were talks of forming a group named flora, but day didn’t know yet if she’d make the cut. still, it was probably high past time to tell her parents the truth.

one night, while she and her aunt were seated in the living room, she decided to make that dreaded call. she knew they’d be upset, but they were now threatening to come there and force her to go back home. she begged and pleaded with them not to, reminding them that they’d never been willing to listen to her. now that someone was listening, they wanted to take it away from her? this seemed to back them down a bit to at least let her try the experience.

all that squared away, she still had one goal left to achieve — be among the final lineup for flora. even if the group only released one song and then disbanded, she’d have still counted herself lucky for even being apart of it.

when the announcement came, she was indeed made the main vocalist of the group, which was even more than she was hoping for. it actually made her a bit nervous, but she was more than willing to take on the task. as for whether they released one song and disbanded? not exactly.

flora is now in its 8th year, with multiple hit albums behind them and ahead of them. day, better known as roxy these days, has matured and evolved with the group itself, even if she’s still a giant goofball at the end of the day. she’s leaned into the fashion forward nature of being an idol, rather than the casual and simple style that used to adorn her, and now she’s a bit of a shopaholic. it’s something her managers try to limit, since leaving her in a mall with a credit card can prove dangerous, but she’s still happier than ever :)

plot ideas

flora sisterhood - her bestie within flora & her platonic soulmate in a way. they can just sort of communicate across the room with facial expressions, which often leads to other people looking at them like like they’re unhinged. you often can’t find one without the other, that’s just how they roll.

age of aquarius - day’s favorite form of exercise since becoming an idol is 100% swimming, even if it devolves from a workout into simply playing in the pool more than half the time. you enjoy the activity for your own reasons, and every time you go to the pool, you know there’s a good chance day will be there too. hopefully she makes it a bit more fun!

paradise lost - you were day’s first real relationship during her trainee years. she was still figuring out who she was in the crazy world of fame, and you took her by storm with everything that you were. you wound up betraying her in the end, and she’s still left with trust issues because of it. having to see you thriving after ripping her heart out robs even day of her ability to crack a smile.

secret friends - even though our fanbases may not get along and pit our groups against one another, we’ve become friends in all the madness. too bad we can’t actually hang out in public, or it would cause a huge uproar.

baddie influence - when day calls herself a baddie, she’s mostly being facetious, but since coming under the wing of an actual baddie, it may be starting to rub off on her. dayeon is suddenly instilled with a confidence and swagger she didn’t have before every time she hangs out with you and it’s done wonders for her self esteem.

i’d also love things like frenemies, day appeared in your mv when she was a trainee, always rooming together, day’s kinda in love w you and you don’t realize it, you fainted after practice and day took care of you, honestly any lil plot i’d love to do! i’m also happy to brainstorm anything, so yeah! 💖

[fluffyglass]

WELCOME TO DILLYDALE! (UPDATED!)

The updated cast is finally here!

Y'know how I mentioned my sister and I were working on a project? Yeah, this is that.

Welcome to Dillydale! is a fanmade Reboot of The Mr. Men Show, thought up by two teenagers who have absolutely nothing better to do.

With a much more story-focused narrative aimed at slightly older kids, Welcome to Dillydale! features numerous small story arcs starring all your favorite little misses and mr. men!

Full Cast + Extra Info below the cut

Mr. Tickle - You know him, you love (or don't love) him, he's the absolute classic.

Mr. Greedy - Your friendly neighborhood chef, taste-tester and gourmet all in one!

Mr. Happy - Dillydale's favorite constantly-smiling TV host!

Mr. Sneeze - Achoo!

Mr. Bump - The accident-prone little dude himself.

Mr. Small and Mr. Nosey - that one gay couple who everyone knows and yet nobody seems to remember how they met

Mr. Messy - The filthiest resident of Dillydale.

Mr. Fussy - The least filthy resident of Dillydale.

* Mr. Clumsy - While not a resident of Dillydale, he occasionally pops by to visit his cousin, Mr. Fussy!

Mr. Nervous - Dillydale's paranoid jelly man. Don't startle him, or he'll melt into a puddle before your eyes!

Mr. Lazy - Possibly the second-most brilliant inventor in Dillydale - if only he had the motivation to act on his ideas.

Mr. Mean - Probably deserves Mr. Stubborn's catchphrase more than he does.

Mr. Bounce - Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing! B

Mr. Strong - If anyone in Dillydale had to be the most fitness-obsessed, it would have to be Mr. Strong. That's like - his thing, y'know?

Mr. Quiet - Can't hear you, next please!

Mr. Grumpy - Getting too old for this entire town's nonsense.

Mr. Skinny - Was incredibly easy to fit in this character list!

Mr. Cool - Whatever he is, he's too cool for you.

Mr. Rude - At this point, he's more tired of everyone's stupidity than actively rude. He's still rude though, don't get me wrong.

Mr. Scatterbrain - Can probably bend reality. If he could/can, he'd use it to make himself a sandwich.

Mr. Stubborn - May or may not be an alien. He's totally an alien.

Mr. Crosspatch - Violence incarnate.

Little Miss Bossy - Karen

Little Miss Naughty - A criminal

Little Miss Sunshine - Dillydale's favorite female constantly-smiling TV host! After all, they can't just pick between her and Mr. Happy!

Little Miss Tiny - Just you wait until she grows up! (She never will)

Little Miss Helpful - She is not helpful. But she sure does try to be.

Little Miss Magic - (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃━⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿

Little Miss Shy - Barely anyone knows her, because she barely leaves the house. Poor girl, honestly.

Little Miss Splendid - Can afford to live in a way fancier city, but stays in Dillydale because she knows she can flaunt her wealth better there.

Little Miss Late - Her description was late, it'll be here in a few hours. Or days.

Little Miss/Mr. Twins - Which is which? Why, if they swap their bows, nobody could tell!

Little Miss Chatterbox - Oh, Little Miss Chatterbox is such an interesting character! Y'know, while I was drawing her, I remember thinking to myself "oh, Miss Chatterbox has such an iconic design!" and thus she ended up being one of the characters who's design didn't change at all, oh, speaking of characters who didn't change, I also-

* Little Miss Stubborn - Lives on a farm out in the countryside. Still pissed that an alien stole her identity.

Little Miss Fun - Can't sit still for more than 3 seconds at a time.

Little Miss Somersault - Good at basketball, probably

Little Miss Scary - RAWR!!!

Little Miss Whoops - Probably the clumsiest resident of Dillydale, much to the dismay of her brother, Mr. Bump.

* Little Miss Calamity - Disappeared from Dillydale years ago. Her whereabouts are still unknown.

Little Miss Princess - Wait, wasn't Dillydale's monarchy overthrown?

Little Miss Hug - *Hugs you*

Little Miss Inventor - The actual most brilliant inventor in Dillydale.

* Little Miss Daredevil - She moved to the moon, but visits home often. Why did she move to the moon? She's Miss Daredevil, that's why!

Wow, what a lovely group of characters!

BUT WAIT, THERE'S EXCLUSIVES!

(Aka ocs we put in for funsies)

Little Miss Autistic - Dillydale's resident "if you ask me about this book series I will tell you every fact about it known to man" girl.

Little Miss Gleeful, Little Miss Rampant, and Mr. Witty - Miss Bossy's three little tyrants.

Mr. Fancy - Prettier than you.

Little Miss Perfect - Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Little Miss Purity - The purest diamond around. Or so she'd like you to believe.

I reached the image limit for a tumblr post, so the remainder of the characters shall be in a reblog! See you there!

[illyria-12]

AOT Headcanons

I’ve been thinking of posting some of my headcanons and other shit here a bit more. I’m much more active on other platforms, but figured, why not? 

So have something I threw together at... I dunno, maybe 3am Monday morning? :)

Warnings: None that I am aware of.

Includes: Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hanji Zoe, Reiner Braun (At present, maybe more added at a later date.) 

AOT Characters as Study Buddies:

Eren Jaeger:·        

Do not expect this boy to remember that he agreed to study with you. He could have agreed to study with you just a few hours ago, and would forget. He needs regular reminders.         

Remind him a couple of days before, the day before, on the day, during lunch and definitely make sure you text him after school.          

Is always late.         

He starts off really focused. Pulls out his books and notes and is eager to help.     

But he also gets very easily distracted. 

Will often check his phone. It’s a really bad habit he can’t seem to control. Whether it’s just checking the time or clearing notifications, expect his phone to be in his hand at least 60% of the time. Clearing notifications often leads to him scrolling through social media, sending snaps or replying to texts too.   

Will always involve you, telling you why he is laughing, showing the funny video or meme he has found or explaining a conversation he is having.

It’s entertaining, but not exactly the reason you are here...        

He doesn’t have a preference of where he studies, he is pretty content anywhere, but if you go to his place, he will frequently bring in snacks or order pizza. Also is much more easily distracted when at home.         

His attention span isn’t great, and although he loves the idea of being helpful and studying with you, he gets bored quickly.         

Can also get confused with his own notes.       

Will often try and get you to call an end to the study session rather than do it himself. It makes him feel accomplished that way; like he has done his job and you are the one who has had enough.Will often groan things like: 

“Are we done yet?”        

“My head/back/wrist/eyes hurt.”         

 Occasionally he will suggest ‘taking a break’, but once that has been agreed to, it is pretty much the end of studying for the rest of the night.

Likes to try and make studying as fun as possible. Bright colours, highlighting, bubble diagrams, sticky notes. You best believe his version of pop quiz is to write random answers on a sticky note and stick it to your forehead and then get you to ask questions until you get the answer right. 

Will definitely reward you with a kiss when you finally get it right.

Sometimes leaves sticky notes in your book of ‘motivational quotes' to make you smile when you eventually come across them.

Armin Arlert:-       

By far, the most committed study buddy you could have hoped for.

You have weekly study sessions at the library every Friday after school. 

Armin is always there before you, fully prepared; books laid out neatly on the table. Sometimes he even starts his homework while waiting for you. 

Is very much a fan of making a little itinerary of things you are going to work through on the day.         

Doesn’t mind odd conversation but is an expert at getting you back on the subject at hand. He can often even relate whatever you’ve said back to the topic... although sometimes it doesn’t make sense. But it’s still funny and endearing. 

“You know who else thought Mrs Bratton was a bitch? William Shakespeare.”         

Is incredibly patient.         

Is a great supporter, always encouraging you and praising you when you get things right.         

Would never admit it but he finds it cute when you just can’t wrap your head around something and then out of nowhere, the penny drops.

The faces you pull entertain him. Either when realization finally dawns on you or if you’re thinking very hard.       

“Hey, don’t worry, you got this... let’s just go through it again.” “That’s it! See? Told you you’d get there.”          

Will always make sure he brings you something to drink and snack on during session. Usually a sandwich, crisps or some chocolate to give you a bit of a boost.          

Doesn’t push you too hard, if you say you have had enough, he will generally leave it there, or try to convince you to do just a bit more, but never in a demanding sort of way.         

“Okay, shall we finish this page first?”     

“One more section? Promise.”         

Armin's biggest downside? He is so soft on you.         

Very often gives you the answers as opposed to forcing you to figure it out. 

Absolutely can not be stern. If you are feeling playful, or really not in the mood and start teasing him,he is quick to admit defeat rather than stand his ground and force you to get through the work.         

Absolutely will do 99% of the work on group projects but share the credit with you.

Levi Ackerman:·         

Will make it seem like he doesn’t want to study with you, but will ultimately agree. 

“Why don’t you ask ...... instead? Tch. Fine.”

At first he will always read what it is you have to do, and then proceed to tell you what you have to do, but not necessarily tell you how to do it.

Eventually he realizes you already know what you’re supposed to do... (you can read, Levi.) And then proceeds to actually help.          

Expect a lot of sarcasm and insults. He doesn’t necessarily mean them, but he will say them anyway.         

"Whining about it isn’t going to magically speed this up. Get to it.” 

Very rarely strays away from what it is you’re meant to be doing.

Complaining gets you nowhere with him.         

��No, we’re not taking a break, you should have eaten before.”         

It’s not that he doesn’t care, he does, but he also knows you will do anything to get out of studying when you’re frustrated, and tend to over-exaggerate. You’re not ‘starving’, he saw you eat at lunch... which was only a couple of hours ago.          

Likes to prioritize your subjects. Will take into account when assignments are due in, how difficult they are going to be and how long it will take to get done.         

Strict. Very strict.          

Prefers to study in a quiet and familiar place. Libraries or either of your houses where there are minimal distractions. 

Absolutely will not let you copy his notes. You’re welcome to read them, but he expects you to refer to your own. That doesn’t mean you don’t steal snippets here and there though, much to his annoyance.   

“Do you pay attention in any of your classes?”          

Very good at breaking things down and explaining things. You actually pick things up pretty quickly when studying with him, probably due to his ‘no nonsense’ approach.          

Will occasionally randomly test you to see if you’re actually paying attention and remembering what you are doing. He always smiles a little when you can answer his questions.          

Is not going to do the work for you, and certainly isn’t going to give you answers, you have to really work for them.          

Is patient until you start misbehaving.     

His occasional praises are a treat.

Erwin Smith:·         

Loves to study with you in different places. This man will plan a whole day for it.          

Will always bring a picnic when you study in a park. Happy to share a cocktail if you go to a bar, or a milkshake and burger if you go to a diner. 

If you do happen to study in a library, he will always take you for food afterwards. 

His notes are detailed and beautifully written and he has no problem with you using them.         

Don’t expect him to give you the answers though. Erwin is the sort of person who will ask you what you think. 

“How do you think we figure that out?”   

“What do you think we need to do?”       

“What do you think this means?”         

It’s not that he doesn’t know. But he wants you to try and figure things out yourself. As long as he can see you’re making an effort though, he is happy to guide you and let answers slip here and there, or word things in such a way that you suddenly have an epiphany and get the answer.

Is a great motivator and supporter.          

Doesn’t mind taking breaks every so often and uses this time to have general conversation with you. Nothing work related in the breaks, it’s meant to be a break.         

Is not above bribing you. Whether it be with food, physical affection, surprises... 

Yes, Erwin has in fact brought you gifts and refused to give them to you until you do the work and get it right.         

And he would do it again.        

Erwin knows a decent amount about a lot of different subjects and sometimes shares random facts regarding topics you’re studying about. Sometimes they are not at all relevant. But they are usually always interesting.         

You have this man’s undivided attention throughout the study session. Erwin is usually very busy , so when he does dedicate time to help you, he likes to be fully committed.          

Will ignore his phone completely. Texts, phone calls... everything, until you both take a break.

Hanji Zoe:·         

When the two of you get together to study, it is very hit and miss as to whether you actually get the work done. She is so intelligent, but also, such a ditz at times.          

Hanji can talk.         

Like, a lot.          

She very often will start off talking about a topic and swerve off into other lanes and get completely side-tracked.          

You once started off writing a biology paper and somehow ended up getting a history lesson about Ramses II, after learning all the details of the Black Death and even touching on Jack the Ripper.   

 But she is highly intelligent under her scatterbrain-iness.        

But can become very easily distracted. Especially if you start talking to her about something she is very excited or passionate about.          

Will sometimes forget to bring textbooks you need to use.         

Will hyper focus at times. Sometimes a bit too extensively. It can be very draining.        

Can be known for getting lost in the details.          

Never comes to a study session without a coffee for the both of you.

Absolutely has no problem sharing her notes with you, will often steal yours too.        

“A fresh set of eyes and all that.”        

“Ah, this is good! Who knew you were a certified genius?!”        

Has no problem pulling her weight on group projects, but also has no problem letting you take the lead... or do all the work.         

Tends to be much more productive closer to the end date of an assignment. 

Fidgets a lot. Always tapping a pen, nibbling on the end or twirling it between her fingers. Knee bouncing... almost constantly.          

Likes to take regular breaks to analyse and go over what the two of you have learned and accomplished so far and decide where to go from here.

Procrastinates.

Reiner Braun:·         

Reiner is always happy to study with you. Even though his calendar is pretty full, he will always make an effort to squeeze you in.          

Definitely the kinda guy to put a game night on hold, telling his friends online he will be back in a couple of hours to help you first.          

Always greets you with a kind smile and asking if you’re ready for the session.       

Doesn’t mind where you study, but does prefer to study at his house so he can give you a snack or something to drink.   

Really likes it when you go and study in the garden. It is probably his favourite place to study with you. Just because it is nice, quiet and peaceful.          

Very chilled out; will often make jokes and try his best to keep the mood light. 

Very patient; has no problem going over things multiple times and trying lots of different ways to try and help you understand.          

Likes to be close to you when you work together. Knees occasionally touching, shoulders brushing. Just give this man a reason to touch you in anyway shape or firm. A reassuring hand on your shoulder, a quick one armed hug in the chair, ruffling your hair, squeezing your hand... he is all about that shit.          

Will celebrate your victories and praise you constantly.        

“Hey, well done! See I knew you would get it.”         

“We’ve done a lot today, I’m proud of you.”         

Always down for a cuddle or a movie afterwards, or maybe even a walk through the park to get some air and unwind.          

Will digress sometimes but it’s very fleeting and he picks up exactly where he left off again easily.          

Has no problem with you taking some of his notes, or searching the Internet for answers.          

Will explain how he got the answer and break things down into manageable chunks for you.         

Chocolate is always on the table.        

If you get too stressed he will let you take a break.         

Will offer to give you neck, back or even hand massages if you get too stiff. 

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[bapydemonprincess]

Maybe Hannamey for the domesticity meme? 💖💜

Yasss this pairing deserves more attention for sure! 💖💜

who cooks normally?: Hannah likely does most of the cooking, as no matter if demon or human I assume she'd be a master cook! Though maybe, juuust maybe she and Mey work on desserts and stuff for special occasions together. >w< (Think making pies and cookies for Christmas, and chocolate sweets for V-day, ect.!)

how often do they fight?: Rarely ever I'd assume! Mey Rin never likes getting into arguments with loved ones or in general, and Hannah may be a serious sort with a stubborn and strong mind, but she is soft for her girlfriend and definitely never likes to argue with her. They may differ in opinions on some certain topics, and may discuss it, but since both ladies are of the open minded sort, they listen to each other before rebutting or disagreeing, and if there is something they just can't agree on, they'd let it go and both think on more positive topics as quickly as possible!

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:

I believe in modern verse, they both have good phones ready and depending on the circumstances will text updates to the other on occasion! In the canon era verse of Victorian times, though, I'd assume if they both now know of each others locations after getting together, they might enjoy sending love letters to one another. A classic move, especially for Sapphics of that time. uwu

nicknames for each other?: As seen in the Sebamey RP now that Hannah's there, she loves calling Mey "little flower" which I think would carry on in any verse, as well as "darling" and "dearest". And I think our Mey Mey would of course call Hannah "luv" and maybe "sweetie".

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Again likely Hannah! She likely handles most things in the relationship involving money and outings, especially when they are living together, because all around I can't see Mey at being the best with money, and managing it. She gets easily stressed out, and obviously it's a relief to have someone she can trust to handle those more complex things!

who steals the covers at night?: Mey of course! Her tinier body I assume gets colder faster!! And she likely suffers wild/bad dreams too and tosses and turns! TwT

what would they get each other for gifts?: They both try their best for simple, meaningful things. Hannah getting things like jewelry and dresses and flowers for Mey but nothing expensive, and Mey thinking of very pretty, artistic looking hand crafted things for Hannah but still thankfully not too high priced!

who remembers things?: Likely Hannah! I bet even as a human this woman has like a big DATABASE memory.. which is so awesome, especially to someone so scrambled and scatterbrained as poor Mey!

who cusses more?: Ooooo now, now dear readers this is a bit of a trick question... Because It really depends on the circumstances, doesn't it? 😌 I'd assume it we were thinking OVERALL.. Mey would curse more, for the dear smaller girl definitely is known to have a BURST of rage when something triggers her! But with Hannah.. She's more... refined, classier. She likely is too self conscious too to go off swearing as well, especially when she knows she's above that. >:3

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Well both girls are ladies of action!! And so of course both would react FAST! However, not exactly all the same. If Mey was hurt, Hannah would speedily instantly rush the girl off to get her fixed up, no dawdling what-so-ever! However if somehow Hannah was the one hurt, poor Mey might get into a bit of a tizzy and have a brain fart or too on what to do before finally getting to seeing to her love's wounds!

who kissed who first?: Hmmm I could see ways in which both girls could have the first kiss first in this pairing... 🤔 Maybe the most obvious would be Hannah being the one bold enough to move in and gently kiss the other girl.. But I can also see Hannah holding back, waiting for Mey Rin to choose to make the first move, but at least making sure the girl knows she's all for it!

who made the first move?:

Uh pretty much same exact answer for this. XD

who started the relationship?: I'd assume after whoever made the first move and/or kiss, they both decide together to start the relationship! 🥰💖💜

[hockeylvr59]

Lost and Found || William Nylander

Requested: [x] yes [ ] no

Authors Note: Request was for #4 of the soulmate prompts. I loved the suggestions so much. I know it took me forever but hopefully, you see it and enjoy it. 

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,413

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“You have to get lost before you can be found.” 

Growing up you were in awe of the quote your parents had painted on your bedroom wall. When you were really little they told you that the quote applied to knowledge, to personal growth. It wasn’t until you were a teenager that you learned that it actually applied to finding your soulmate. You see, though no one knew how it worked, when someone lost something it was magically found by their soulmate. It only worked, however, when something was truly lost, you’d know because you’d tried to circumvent the system a time or two “losing” things like a piece of paper with your phone number on it or pictures of yourself. No...destiny seemed to know when you were trying to cheat the system and she wasn’t a fan. 

By your early twenties, you’d given up trying to rig the system and settled with waiting to meet your soulmate...hoping that it wouldn’t take too long. You’d known from the time you became a teenager that he existed, there was no question about it. You knew it because you were constantly finding random things. Ticket stubs, men’s socks, even once a jockstrap. The more things you found, the more you questioned just how scatterbrained your soulmate could be. Lately though, your finds have been less gross and more….green. It seemed like once a week that you were finding money lying on the ground, tucked between the couch cushions, in a jacket pocket. And while for the most part, they were small bills, you’d found hundreds more than once. 

The first time you’d found money you questioned what you should do with it. And for a while, you tucked it all in an envelope in your nightstand. But then the money kept coming and well it certainly seemed like your soulmate was well enough off and he was your soulmate so you found yourself spending some of it here and there grateful for the little boons in your life. 

Now it wasn’t like you hadn’t lost things yourself before. You’d lost money a few times yourself, earrings would fall out on occasion, and you were certain that your soulmate had a collection of ponytails and bobby pins a mountain high by now. But you’d never really lost anything important. 

So when you stepped outside of Scotiabank arena and reached into your pocket for your phone to find it missing, you panicked. Losing your phone was everyone’s worst nightmare and while you were someone comforted by the fact that your soulmate would likely find it rather than some stranger a part of you reminded yourself that your soulmate technically was a stranger. Thankfully you’d driven yourself to the game so you had both keys and a car because you couldn’t imagine being stranded in Toronto without a phone to order an Uber. Still, by the time you made it home you were in tears about the fact that you’d lost something so important. You didn’t fully understand the blessing it would turn out to be. 

~~~

Basking in the feeling of a hard-fought win and a goal, Will smiled his way through media before returning to his locker to change. Pulling his pants up over his hips he reached down to grab the fabric of his dress shirt and instead his fingers made contact with something hard. Looking down, he spotted a phone tucked into his pile of clothing….a phone that definitely hadn’t been there earlier. The first thing that came to mind was whether this was part of some prank by his teammates. But the phone case was a glittery leafs logo and when he picked it up and pressed the lock button a photo of a group of girls including the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen appeared. 

His heart stopped for a moment before it began racing, his brain finally establishing that this was something his soulmate had lost. For years he’d wondered what she was like and now he somehow knew that he was looking at her. As the sounds of his teammates filled his ears, Will quickly pocketed the phone, throwing the rest of his clothes on before heading out to his car. It was only once inside that he pulled the phone from his pocket, his finger hovering over the home button. 

To his surprise, the phone unlocked. 

Though he didn’t want to invade her privacy, William reasoned that he could only get the phone back to her if he did a little snooping. Deciding that opening her messages might give him a lead of who could get him in contact with her, he pressed the icon and the last active conversation opened. Inside was a string of sent pictures….pictures of him. 

Following the pictures was a received text: Fuck you’re so goddamn lucky. Damn chemistry for keeping me from being there right beside you. 

I know right? He looks so cute tonight. I might need you to revive me later when I recap the game for you. 

She had been there. She had watched him score, had taken pictures of him and he didn’t even know she was there. She was attracted to him and didn’t even know that he was her soulmate. It was almost cruel and unusual punishment when he had been waiting to find her for so long. Staring at the phone for a moment longer he ran his fingers through his hair before composing a message. 

Hey so uh...I’m your friend’s soulmate and she lost her phone at the Leafs game tonight and uh...I’d like to get it back to her. 

The moment the message sent Will started overthinking it. Of course, this was her soulmate, who else would have found her lost phone? And did he sound too creepy? Would her friend think he was crazy and refuse to help him? 

She’s been freaking out! Where did you find it? 

William really didn’t know how to answer that without admitting who he was so he decided to stay vague. 

Was between two articles of clothing when I went to change. 

That was totally both true and vague not saying where he was when he found it. 

So uh...she said to give you her address if you don’t mind dropping the phone off tonight? She’s kind of going crazy without it. 

Yeah, no problem. 

He would drive to Buffalo if it meant meeting her. The address came through quickly and after plugging it into his navigation, he pulled out of the parking garage. Driving through downtown, his palms began to sweat and by the time he stopped in front of the building his GPS directed him to, he honestly felt like he was going to pass out. 

With her phone gripped tightly in his hand, he stepped into the building and rode the elevator up to the proper floor. His body ran solely on autopilot until he was standing in front of her door, his fist raised to knock. 

Three short raps against the wood were going to change his life forever. William’s heart was in his throat as he waited for the door in front of him to open but once it did, he felt a wave of peace crash over him. 

“My phone. Thank god.” She proclaimed. Suddenly his eyes met hers and a breathy ‘no way’ fell from her lips. 

“I think this is yours.” He mumbled, offering the phone out to her. 

“You….you’re….” Suddenly feeling shy, Will nodded, his left hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. 

Taking the phone, Will watched as she slipped it into the pocket of the sweats she was wearing. Then suddenly she was stretching onto her toes and her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him down into a soft kiss. She tasted like heaven and Will dropped his arms to drape gently around her waist. Standing in her doorway they kissed until they both needed to breathe and when she pulled away the smile on her face was the best thing he’d ever seen. 

“Suddenly that crush makes a whole lot more sense.” She whispered, a sparkle in her eyes. A booming laugh filled Will’s chest making her smile even brighter if that was possible. Stepping back, she reached out a hand silently inviting him inside and Will eagerly accepted, ready to spend the rest of forever losing himself in her. 

[nomolosk]

Snapshots (AU Yeah August 2020)

read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25655623/chapters/62626303

Day 8- Secret Dating

Marinette had no idea what she was doing or even what was going on. One moment she was convinced that she’d gravely offended Gabriel Agreste, who had rudely fallen on top of her while she was sleeping the night before, and the next she’s feeling disoriented and confused because the man she thought was Gabriel Agreste actually turned out to be his son, Adrien Agreste. 

Marinette really felt like that was something she should have known. Why didn’t she know that before? Adrien was a public figure! His face was all over billboards on a regular basis! He featured in every Gabriel magazine, and his ads were in most other magazines as well. She should have been able to recognize him, or even remember that Gabriel had a son, and she should have noticed that the man last night looked too young to be Gabriel himself. She remembered all of that as soon as the man introduced himself properly, so why hadn’t she remembered it before?

On top of that confusion, was the fact that not only was he not offended by last night’s mistake, he was the same hot model from the cafe! Marinette knew she was scatterbrained sometimes, but surely even she couldn’t forget something like that!

Something was definitely rotten in the state of Denmark. Or Paris, at any rate. And it was probably due to some kind of akuma. This one, though, was apparently very subtle. Marinette continued to make small talk with this unfairly hot and inexplicably interested model while she tried to sort out what was going on and how she really felt. The manipulation of her own emotions wasn’t entirely out of the picture if there was an akuma involved. Then someone else called his name and annoyance and distaste flitted over his face before he smoothed out his expression into something polite.

The woman who’d called his name was probably another model, someone he worked with- she was tall and beautiful and projected an air of, not just confidence, but possessiveness. She latched onto Adrien’s arm as if she was a cat, and he was a scratching post. Marinette’s eyes flicked to his face again, but while his expression didn’t waver, he was looking anywhere but her- which in itself was a huge warning sign. He was clearly used to this behavior and as clearly wished it wasn’t happening.

“Adrien! Fancy meeting you here!” The brunette simpered, completely ignoring Marinette.

“It should hardly be a surprise to you, Lila,” Adrien answered calmly. “I’m sure you overheard Nathalie giving me my schedule for today after last night’s photoshoot.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow at the emphasis on ‘overheard,’ turning slightly away from them to rearrange some of the jewelry on the table, trying to decide which piece would best suit the woman. She had warm coloring, so gold or brass toned, maybe copper… Marinette suppressed a smile as Lila sputtered a bit.

“You know I’m just concerned about your health, Adrien,” Lila finally cooed at him. Marinette could practically hear her pout. “Your father works you awfully hard, and I almost never see you outside of work.”

“If you’re so concerned about it, perhaps you should be a little more cooperative during our photoshoots so they don’t drag on for forever.”

The woman named Lila laughed, “But Adrien, you know your father relies on me to make sure all our pictures together are just to die for!”

By this time Marinette had finished straightening, and had picked out something she thought would suit the woman. There was currently a mania for ocean-themed jewelry, and an eight-stranded gold chain bracelet with an octopus charm would suit Lila. She picked it up and turned back to them, just in time to see Adrien looking pointedly away from Lila as the woman in question tried to plaster herself to his side, with her face tilted up in what was probably supposed to be an inviting way.

Marinette blinked at this blatant display, but she’d already decided to interfere, so she spoke up anyway. Ironically, Lila’s current position made the octopus charm even more fitting for her. Marinette could practically see the invisible tentacles she was trying to wind around her fellow model.

“This bracelet would suit you, Madame,” Marinette said, in her best salesperson tone. “The delicate gold chains compliment without overwhelming, and the charm in the shape of an octopus is the latest trend.” She draped the bracelet over a stand she’d made herself and held it out for her to see. 

Lila looked at Marinette blankly, as if surprised to find her standing there. Her mouth opened a little, and she actually allowed an inch of space to open up between herself and her prey. Marinette noticed but tried not to show her satisfaction. She was conscious of Adrien turning his head to look at her, too, but she didn’t take her focus off the woman in front of her.

“Oh! Ah…” Lila’s posture and expression both softened, conveying apology. “I’m so sorry. How rude of me to ignore you like that.” One hand flew to her chest, presumably in embarrassment, but Marinette had seen that maneuver too many times before to believe it. She was simply trying to draw attention to her ‘assets.’ “I just saw my Adrien here, and everything else vanished! You know how it is when you’re in love,” Lila simpered, throwing an adoring look towards Adrien.

Adrien snorted. “We are not dating,” he said firmly, making eye contact with Marinette and gesturing between himself and Lila.

“Well… not officially,” Lila in a lowered tone, with a coy look and a wink.

“Not officially, and not at all,” Adrien clarified. “Not even a little bit.”

“That’s right!” Lila said brightly, smiling and winking again. “Not dating officially, or at all!” 

Yet, despite agreeing with Adrien, she tried to cozy up to him again. Adrien leaned away from her.

Marinette narrowed her eyes. This could be a clever plot to throw sand in the eyes of the paparazzi, but she hardly counted as paparazzi, and it was hard not to notice the thinly veiled disgust in Adrien’s eyes. 

“Oh, don’t worry,” she heard herself say. “I know all about that.”

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For the second time in two days, Adrien was surprised to the point of being stunned by this woman. Most people, when confronted by Lila’s well practiced acting and lies, rolled over and believed every little thing out of her mouth. That was why he was so determined to make it clear to Miss Dupain-Cheng that there was nothing between him and Lila. Yet Lila, of course, had managed to make his firm declaration sound like nothing more than a cover up. She was trying to imply they were dating in secret, and he had been just about to deny that categorically when the woman he had a real interest in took charge of the conversation.

“Oh, don’t worry. I know all about that,” she said with a sweet smile. “I was trying to be discreet earlier, but now that you’ve shown you recognize me, I can be more open. Right, Adrien?”

Adrien quickly nodded, even though he had no idea what this woman was planning, and turned to see Lila’s reaction.

“Recognize you?” Lila asked in some hesitation. Adrien had to give her credit for acting. Anyone else would have put scorn in that question, trying to put this interloper in her place, but Lila didn’t know what she was up against, and was playing it safe with a sweeter tone.

“Of course!” MDC said (at some point he should really learn her first name). “Adrien talks about you all the time- you know, how professional you are at photoshoots, and how you play along like you really do like him. We’re both grateful, you know. In fact, why don’t I make you a gift of this bracelet? It’s the least I can do after you’ve selflessly taken so much of the heat off him.”

Adrien felt like proposing on the spot. He watched this woman whom he barely knew, whose night he had ruined, wrap the thin bracelet in tissue paper and produce a small velvet bag with her initials embroidered on it. She folded the tissue and put it inside the bag, drawing it shut, and then held it out to Lila with a kind smile. And all the while, Lila stood there, dumbfounded, with nothing to say for once. It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever done for him.

When MDC held out the little pouch, Lila reached for it, inadvertently releasing his arm. Adrien flexed it subtly to shake off her touch.

“Well… thank you. Although... I’m not really sure what I’m thanking you for,” Lila said, actually sounding genuine for once in her surprise. MDC raised her eyebrows.

“You, covering for Adrien and me, of course,” she replied, with the warmest of smiles.

Lila choked. Then she whipped her head around to glare at Adrien. Adrien called on all his experience and produced the warmest of smiles, though he felt another little zing of surprise himself. But he was more than happy to roll with it. 

“You really are the best of friends,” he said, digging deep into his minimal store of fond memories for inspiration. “M and I…” he trailed off as he floundered for something to say to support the story she was building.

Once again MDC came to his rescue. “It’s so comforting to know Adrien has someone to ward off the opportunistic until my brand gets off the ground and we can go public. Naturally, neither of us want anyone thinking I’m only dating Adrien to get to his father, or his father’s company.”

“Right,” Adrien corroborated, sending MDC an even warmer- and far more genuine- smile. “M’s designs are amazing, and I want her to get the recognition and acclaim she deserves, instead of having people think Father is either using me to get her on his design team, or that she’s using me for the same purpose. Plus, you know how adamant Father is that I remain at least outwardly ‘available’ so my fans will stay happy and keep buying his clothes.”

Lila’s mouth tightened ominously, but once again, M (dang it, he really, really needed to learn her first name- maybe she had business cards around here somewhere?) defused her in the only possible way- she praised her.

“So really, thank you. I just can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. You know, most girls would totally take advantage of a situation like this, but… I know Adrien and I can trust you.” MDC smiled warmly and opened her arms, hugging Lila before she could do anything about it. 

“Think nothing of it,” Lila said breathlessly. Adrien knew her well enough to know that her social instincts were currently at war. She probably wanted to verbally cut M into bite sized chunks, but M was also a person currently offering the praise and adoration she craved. “Of course, I... you know I’d do anything for Adrien.”

“Well, I appreciate you, too,” MDC said, finally stepping back. “We’ll definitely have to get together some time. Oooh, maybe you can join us for dinner some time! It’ll look less suspicious if it’s a group of three, don’t you think? Besides,” M said, with a little wink, “sometimes it’s just as well to have a chaperone, you know?”

Adrien had to hide a huge grin as Lila choked for the second time and started coughing. “Are you okay?” he asked, faking concern. “And oh hey, isn’t that Claudio over there?” 

Adrien knew he was far from Lila’s only target, and the handsome Italian model was the perfect distraction.

“Oh yes, I think it is. Well, I guess I’ll just go over and say hello,” Lila said, once she recovered. “I know we were supposed to have lunch, Adrien, but I don’t think I can pass up the opportunity to speak my native language with someone instead.” She sighed, falling back into her usual persona. “I get so homesick sometimes.”

“You poor thing!” MDC cut in. “Yes, of course, go on! I’m sure Adrien would be only too happy to let you cancel at the last minute.”

“Well, it would look good for my cover, but I guess I’ll just have to make do with my actual girlfriend,” Adrien said, daring to move closer to MDC and reach out to gently touch her arm. She blinked before smiling up at him. Apparently this small display of affection was too much for Lila, though.

“Thank you for the bracelet,” she huffed and marched off, slowing and shifting to a swaying walk as she approached her alternative target. As she did, there was an almost imperceptible shift in the air...

@auyeahaugust

[currantlee]

German Postillon articles about the US Election translated

@theeeveetamer sent me this post in which someone translated German Postillon headlines about the US Election. Der Postillon is a German satire website disguised as a newspaper, kind of the German equivalent to The Onion.

So, I translated one of the articles for her and it was really, really fun. So I thought I might do more and share it on my blog so hopefully more people can have a laugh!

But first of all...

Gotta keep the American Spirit on this blog everyone!

Before I continue though: Please keep in mind that the Postillon is a satire website! None of the news in this post are actually true, it’s just meant to have a good laugh. I am repeating this again: none of these are actually real! I also want to make clear that none of those were written by me, I merely translated them! Credit to all the original texts and pictures goes to the Postillon. Except for the American flag. Credit to flickr for that one.

Anyways, let’s go and hopefully have some laughs.

Experts are certain that Donald Trump is going to win the Election because 2020 has been a shitty year so far anyways

Washington D.C. – Joe Biden hopes to put an end to Trump’s presidency after four years: he is clearly ahead in the polls on this Election Day. Despite that, most experts are sure that Trump will win – because so far, 2020 has been a shitty year anyways!

“If you look at the average of the national polls, Joe Biden is currently more than 8% ahead of Trump,” politic scientist Marianne Waters from the renowned Princeton University explains. “This means that his lead is way greater than Hillary Clinton’s in 2016. Under normal circumstances, you’d say that he’s already won the Election.”

She pauses for a second. “But now, please think about what a fucked up mess of a year 2020 has been so far! And then, think again about whether or not the American people are that fucked up in their brains to elect this human catastrophic failure for four more years! We’re talking about a year in which a global pandemic is going rampant across the planet anyways, we’re seeing islamistic and nazi terror attacks at the daily and entire havens are exploding ‘completely by accident’! Is there anybody who seriously believes in a sensible result of this election?!”

At least, scientists aren’t fully ruling out the possibility of Biden winning the Election. However, because this is 2020, the chance of an asteroid hitting the earth five minutes after this has happened is nothing but small.

– Der Postillon, 3rd of November 2020 (Original title: Experten sicher, dass Trump gewinnen wird, weil 2020 eh schon ein Scheißjahr ist). Translated by Seaberry Siren

“Oh Shit!”  – Putin completely forgot to manipulate the US Election

Moskow – How can one be so scatterbrained! Wladimir Putin just realized to his very own horror that he completely forgot to manipulate the US Election. Now, his candidate Donald Trump is in trouble.

“Bljad! {T/N: Russian for “crap”} I knew I forgot something really important!”, Putin says. “But due to all the inner politics, the corona virus and all the other countries our hackers need to manipulate elections in, I totally forgot about the United States! This is just great!”

He turns to his assistant. “Dima! USA! Can we turn something around there? ... No? ... Really?! And if we deliver arms to the... How are those guys called again... Proud Boys? WHAT?! They already have enough of those?!? Oh well.”

However, in the end, Putin puts up with the situation after all: “Ah, we’ll see. Maybe everything will turn out fine one way or another.” He turns to his assistant again: “Dima, make an appointment with Donald Trump jr. as soon as possible! I heard he is is just as dumb as his father and has political ambitions as well. We’ll survive Biden until 2024.”

– Der Postillon, 4th of November 2020 (Original title: “Ach Kacke!” – Putin hat völlig vergessen, US-Wahlen zu manipulieren). Translated by Seaberry Siren with help from Theeeveetamer

Employees of the Oval Office try to stop Trump from tweeting “CIVIL WAR!!!! Kill all Democrats!”

Washington D.C. – While votes are still being counted all over the USA, dramatic scenes start to unfold in the White House. Currently multiple employees are trying to prevent President Donald Trump from grabbing his smartphone in order to tweet the words “CIVIL WAR!!!! Kill all Democrats!”.

“No Mr. President!”, an assistant shouts as she holds Trump’s arm. “Don’t do this! I have a family! I don’t want a civil war! Jack, restrain him, damnit! Anna, don’t stand there and stare so stupidly, help us! Ian, put his smartphone as far away as you can!”

In the meantime, countless citizens of the USA are wondering why Trump didn’t tweet anything for more than seven hours.

“Leave me alone!”, Trump cries as he desperately tries to reach his smartphone. “They want to steal my election by letting every vote count! Even those of the Democrats! I WANT TO SEE BLOOD!!!”

Meanwhile, outside of the White House, more and more people are speculating that Trump could accept a possible loss due to his silence on Twitter.

– Der Postillon, 4th of November 2020 (Original title: Mitarbeiter versuchen Trump davon abzuhalten, "CIVIL WAR!!!! Kill all Democrats!" zu twittern). Translated by Seaberry Siren

Not that as well! Half-Blind 100-year-old man who counts all the votes by his own dies of old age

Harrisburg – Oh no! Everything is going to take even longer now! James Reed, the 100-year-old man tasked with counting all the votes of the US Election surprisingly just died.

“Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to task one man of his age with the counting of millions of votes,” the chief of the Electoral Office stated. “Unfortunately, he was the only one with a license for this important job.”

After the closing of the polling stations, Reed, who was responsible for counting the votes since the 1970s, traveled from state to state in order to count all the votes.

“He took his job very seriously. He’d often take 20 minutes in order to count a single vote,” an election assistant recalls as tears of gried run over her cheeks. “But just after he counted 92% of the votes at Michigan, he suddenly fell from his chair.”

The doctor who was called immediately could only confirm the death of the 100-year-old man.

The worst part is that Reed didn’t get to name a successor before his passing. This is why the authorities are desperately searching for a new person able to lift sheets of paper, read printed letters, ánd count one by one at the same time. Due to the American education system, this is going to be a challenge {T/N: Germans throwing a bit of shade here when their own education system isn’t something to be proud on either}.

– Der Postillon, 4th of November 2020 (Original title: Auch das noch! Halbblinder 100-Jähriger, der allein alle US-Stimmen auszählt, an Altersschwäche gestorben). Translated by Seaberry Siren

US Election: Trump lies way out in front

Washington D.C. – A good chunk of the votes of the US Election have been counted by now and there seems to be a trend: Donald Trump clearly lies way out in front! As expected, the President of the United States is taking the lead in the traditionally Republican states. But even in the Swing States, he already sees himself as the winner, even if it’s only with very little sanity.

“Trump clearly lies way out in front,” the politics expert Dean Jefferson affirms. “As in: he stands in front of an audience and lies their heads off!”

Many didn’t expect that Trump could lie way out in front this comfortably at this point of the cote count. Other less optimistic individuals had predicted a neck-and-airhead race {T/N: in German that’s Kopf-an-Hohlkopf-Rennen, literally head-on-airhead race} from the beginning.

– Der Postillon, 5th of November 2020 (Original title: US-Wahl: Trump lügt vorne). Translated by Seaberry Siren

Damned mess of a US Election STILL isn’t over!

Washington D.C. – FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE!!! At some point, enough is enough, isn’t it? The damned mess of a US Election STILL isn’t over after three days of counting the votes because the people in some Federal States apparently can’t manage to count the ballots!

Seriously: can they even count at all? Didn’t they know that the voters like to turn their ballots in with a vote on them and that you have to count these votes in order to determine a winner?!?

An average election of the Federal Congress {T/N: they mean the German Federal Congress, also known as the Bundestag} is finished, predicted and decided one second after closing the polling stations {T/N: Yes, German elections are that boring}. An official end result is provided in the next morning at the latest! How in the world can the Americans be trundle as fuck like this?!?

Suggestion: we ignore the entire shitshow over there for the next few weeks until those idiots have punched their faces in and once the victor is clear, there is one short headline: “Winner of the US Election: [insert winner’s name here]”. Then this whole crap would... WHAT?? Biden takes the lead at Georgia by 900 votes? Wowowowow! Just a moment please, I’ll have a look at the livetracker. Did CNN already comment on this? Nate Silver already tweeted as well... This has to be it for Biden! Now it can’t take much longer!

OH MY GOD, HOW EXITING!!!

– Der Postillon, 6th of November 2020 (Original title: Verdammte Drecks-US-Wahl immer noch nicht zu Ende!). Translated by Seaberry Siren

“If I can’t have it, then nobody will!” – Trump sets the White House on fire

Washington D.C. – A victory of Joe Biden in the US election is becoming more and more likely. But the answer to the question whether the Democrat is really going to move into the White House could be decided by a completely different factor than the votes – because apparently, Donald Trump is trying to burn the White House down now.

“If I can't have it, then nobody will!”, the US President says as he spreads gasoline at strategic points while he starts laughing manically: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Shortly after, the Oval Office is up in flames. “Let’s see how Sleepy Joe will rule from a burned-down ruin!”, Trump exclaims with a shrill voice as he adds more fuel to the fire. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Burn, my little fire, burn!”

Directly before publishing this article, Trump realized that this wasn’t the best idea as he cut off his own escape route with the last bits of the fuel. “Oh! So this wasn’t very clever... IVANKAAAAAAA!! The Democrats set me on fire! Rescue the best president of all time!!!”

– Der Postillon, 6th of November 2020 (Original title: “Wenn ich es nicht haben kann, soll es keiner haben! – Trump setzt Weißes Haus in Brand). Translated by Seaberry Siren

"Enough!” – The Queen reclaims the United States for the British Empire

London – She’s got enough of this nonsense! Queen Elizabeth II. announced the return of the United States to the British Empire. A new, freshly assigned gouverneur will arrive in Washington shortly and take over the government business.

“We have been watching this unworthy ham without doing anything for far too long,” the Queen declared in a fiery speech. “It is time to return the colony where it belongs: into the lap of the United Kingdom. The experiment is hereby ended.”

Shortly after, the British Navy occupied important havens at the East Coast. On friday afternoon, Baltimore, Boston, Philadelphia and Miami had already been seized.

Apparently months of the global pandemic, national economic instability and a tiring election campaign did the trick: a wide range of the US population greeted the British soldiers euphorically and vowed to be loyal to the British Crown. “Long live the Queen!”-chants echoed through the streets.

Washington D.C. is still in the hands of the rebels lead by Donald Trump. However, observers believe that the British troops will seize the capital next week. According to the Queen’s orders, Trump will be put into chains and brought to Great Britain by ship in order to spend the rest of his days in the Tower of London by water and bread.

– Der Postillon, 6th of November 2020 (Original title: “Jetzt reicht’s!” – Queen unterstellt USA wieder der Britischen Krone). Translated by Seaberry Siren

[goldlenbee]

⧼ maisie williams, cisfemale, she/her / I’m good by the mowgli’s + scuffed up boots paired with oversized sweaters, waking up early to watch the sun rise, copious amounts of caffeine. ⧽ ━━ hey, isn’t that BEATRIX UMBRIDGE? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-THREE year old [ half blood ] WITCH is a [ GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a POTIONEER]. i’ve heard they can be quite RELIABLE & INTELLIGENT, but i don’t know… they came off very SCATTER BRAINED& IMPULSIVE in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

Basic Information

Full name: Beatrix Umbridge

Nickname: Bee

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Asexual

Romantic orientation: Aromantic

Date of birth: November 20th

Nationality: British

Blood Staus: Halfblood

Appearance

FC: Maisie Williams

Glasses?: yes, but she typically wears contacts.

Tattoos: she had three tattoos, one of a spadille on her ankle, one of the solar system on her back, and a trail of six little bees done in different colors, that is over her heart.

Piercings: one piercing in each ear, as well as a cartilage piercing in her right ear.

Clothing style: she typically wears jeans with oversized sweaters, sweatshirts or tshirts and a flannel, very relaxed. She doesn’t care much about matching, she prefers comfort.

Standard Accessories: Her most standard accessories are her sparkly gold combat boots, that she wears almost religiously, and a gold bee necklace her parents gave her when she started Hogwarts.

Personality

Positive Traits: Determined, intelligent, excitable, empathetic, reliable, hardworking, passionate

Negative Traits: Impulsive, Scatterbrained, Stubborn, smothering, agitated, explosive, over-protective

Likes: Fantasy novels, Potions, her family, caffeine (doesn’t matter the kind, but her favorites are coffee, and Diet Coke), sunrises, penguins, bees, her cat.

Dislikes: chickens, birds in general, her aunt and grandfather, people who don’t believe in second chances, squash and zucchini

Good at: Potions, rewriting song lyrics to make funny parodies, finding out random fun facts.

Bad at: remembering where she put things, speaking up for herself (for anyone else sure, herself not so much), singing.

Habits: She wears two rubber rings, one on each middle finger, and when she is nervous, or trying to concentrate, she will absentmindedly chew on them, she usually fiddles around with a hair tie she keeps attached to her belt loop, and she will tap her fingers together to whatever rhythm while she thinks.

Hobbies: reading, writing, going for walks, rocking out to some muggle music, running, playing quidditch just for fun (she refused to even attempt to try out for the Gryffindor team, she was not about to try and compete against Katie, Angelina, or Alicia for a chaser spot, no thank you)

Fears: Birds (expect for penguins, they are cute, but like all other birds, no thank you.) Being left alone, people giving up on her, failing at everything she tries to achieve, public speaking

Family

Father: Chester Umbridge (Squib)

Mother: Florence Burton (Halfblood)

Siblings: Benjamin Umbridge (17), Bentley Umbridge (17), Bailey Umbridge (16) and Barcley Umbridge (13)

Paternal grandparents: Orford Umbridge, Ellen Cracknell

Maternal grandparents: Reginald Burton, Elsie Burton Née Wilson.

Uncles: Robert Burton (Maternal), Eugene Burton (Maternal), Archibald Burton (Maternal)

Aunts: Alice Burton née Lewis (Maternal) Rebecca Burton née Harris (Maternal), Dolores Umbridge (paternal)

Pet: Buttercup (Her tortishell cat)

Social standing: Middle Class

Family background: Her father is the younger brother of Dolores Umbridge. When their parents divorced, his mother took him, while his father took Dolores. He kept his last name though, for reasons he still won’t explain to his children. Him and his mother lived in England, where he met Florence over the summer of his eighteenth year. They hit it off immediately, and eventually fell in love. They were married at 23, but not before her mother revealed that she was a witch. Her father was skeptical, due to his past with the wizarding, but they fell in love and did get married. They have been married almost 25 years now. Bee’s mother’s family was much more welcoming, and has been a constant in Bee’s life.

Magic

Wand: English Oak, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 ¾ inches, Solid

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

Mirro of Erised: She sees herself, with her family around her, telling her how proud they all are of her, she has just been appointed the new potions master of Hogwarts.

Boggart: Her family leaving her alone, telling her that this time she finally messed up too much, that they were giving up on her.

Patronus: Tonkinese Cat

Amortentia: Pine trees, apple cider scented candles, wood burning fire

Biography

Prologue

Beatrix Umbridge, otherwise known as Bee, is the eldest of the five Umbridge children, born to Chester and Florence Umbridge, and the niece of the “famous” Dolores Umbridge. She grew up in a very warm and loving household, and as the eldest of the children, held a level of responsibility that helped shape her as she grew older. Often stepping in to help care for her siblings, she found herself the nurturing one out of the children. She would do whatever she needed to ensure they were happy and healthy. From a young age, this did not always apply to herself as well, she would get into trouble in school for her reckless and impulsive behavior, from little things like forgetting to do her schoolwork, to bigger issues like thinking it would be a fantastic idea to climb to the top of the tree in the school yard, but then refusing to climb down out of a fear of falling. Her childhood was full of mostly happy memories though, smiles, warm hugs, and love all around.

Years at Hogwarts

When she got her letter at 11, she was very excited. Her mother, aunts, and uncles had gone to Hogwarts, and only had good things to say about the school. She came from a family of many different houses, so she didn’t really have her house set on any house in particular, but she kind of hoped she would be a ravenclaw like her aunt. She was pretty shocked to be placed into Gryffindor, but she enjoyed her years of schooling within this house. Her first four years went by about as typical as any school year involving Harry Potter could, honestly she didn’t even know what was going on with the close encounters with death each year, she didn’t realize anything had happened until they got points or something at the end of the year, like many other students.

Her fifth year though, it was hell. That was the year her aunt infiltrated Hogwarts. Her aunt was about the worst person Bee ever had the displeasure of knowing. Her fake sweet demeanor really got on Bee’s nerve. And of course, no matter how many types Bee said she hated her aunt, everyone, even her own housemates, assumed she would help her aunt. She didn’t even get told or anything about Dumbledore's army when it was first made. Sure she joined Dumbledore’s Army her seventh year, but still. It was rude. As her aunt got worse though, people began to avoid her more and more, until she felt all alone, like she always feared. It was not a pleasant year, and while yes, she has forgiven her friends, she believes everyone deserves a second chance, that doesn’t change the fact that even to this day, the memory of that year still hurts.

Her sixth year went by smoother, and before she knew it was her last year. The next eldests of her siblings, the twins, were in their second year, and Bailey was in her first. She remembers that year, and was thankful for the hideout within the room of requirement, hiding her siblings in there until she could figure out a way to get them out safely. It was a terrifying year, and honestly she tries to forget about it. She did fight in the battle for Hogwarts alongside, and was lucky to walk away with no major physical injuries.

After the Battle, she returned to Hogwarts, acing her N.E.W.T’s. She doesn’t remember much about her last year, other than it just being done.

Now

Now Bee is a potioneer in diagon alley, and lives in a small apartment with her cat, Princess Buttercup. She visits her family each Sunday for dinner, and will always begin gushing about her sibling when asked about them. She enjoys going out with friends, and spends some of her free time in the local library reading more fantasy adventure novels. She is working on her dream of becoming the new potions master when Professor Slughorn retires. She has grown since she was at Hogwarts, but still is the forgetful, reckless, and empathetic girl she was as a child.

Wanted connections.

I am basically up for anything but a couple basic ones would be:

Chaotic friends: these are the friends that encourage her recklessness, and go along with her crazy ideas. She isn’t the best at slowing down, and neither are they, burn bright until you burn out, right?

Mom friend: okay so like I feel like this is important for her. Bee is all for making sure others take care of themselves, and is a caring person, but like also her solution to all problems has to do with fighting someone (she claims to be joking). She also has no sense of caring for herself. Like she will do her best to support all of her friends, but she is forgetful when it comes to doing things for herself. This friend could possibly be the person who just sometimes checks up on her, and makes sure she is taking care of herself, and not too in her head.

Cuddle buddies: we have a cuddler. Yes Bee is a very big cuddler. She is aroace, and personally doesn’t see the appeal of relationships, but man, she is all for platonic cuddles. She is the type that especially after a long day just wants a really long hug, and is pretty affectionate with her friends, so like these friends would be the ones that are okay with the affection, and return her hugs and cuddles and what not, because yeah. Platonic cuddles for the win.

Enemies: Bee doesn’t like the implied meaning of hating someone, but man, this person/these people just piss bee off so much. Like she can not stand being in the same room as them. She doesn’t like them and they don’t like her. We could totally work out why they don’t like each other.

Former classmate: could be friends from Hogwarts that she had classes with, students from her house, or just someone she randomly befriended within school. They could be friends prior to fifth year, either making up or not, they could be friends she made post fifth year, someone she met during her fifth year, or someone that definitely wasn’t very nice to her during Umbridge's reign. The possibilities are endless.

Ex: okay so like before she found out her orientation, she dated one person. She had never really been interested before, and when some of her friends asked who she liked, she, for whatever reason, decided that she would say this person's name. They set her up with this person, and it wasn’t a bad relationship at all, actually by all standards this person was the perfect significant other. She just realized that there was a disconnect between what people told her she should be feeling and what she felt. She was honest to them about this, breaking it off in a way she believes was amicable They could have remained friends or maybe they no longer talk, we can figure that out.

But yeah, here is Beatrix’s intro! XD Thank you for reading!

[magnetvrs]

my @kyluxsecretsanta fic for @litchi-prince <3 I hope you enjoy!

tags: kylux, HS au, fluff, first kiss

Mr Skywalker was far from Hux’s favourite teacher. He was nice enough but that had never impressed Hux - Hux didn’t really know how to handle nice people, he always felt like he was ready for everyone to bite him and when they didn’t he felt off-balance. 

His room always felt like it had a layer of dust covering everything - the books that lined the walls, crammed in on overburdened shelves and his desk which was covered with knick-knacks that almost drove Hux to distraction with the urge to sweep them all off into a big plastic bin bag and throw them into the bins at the back of the kitchen - just to have a little order in the place. It was really like an emperor's ancient tomb filled with all his worldly possessions and left untouched for centuries, except a little more scatterbrained and untidy. Mr Skywalker himself seemed like a bit of a relic, not just because of his wild hair and weathered face and the strange robes he seemed to favour - sometimes he seemed like he was from a different planet entirely. 

It was a shame really because Hux did love history; he spent many evenings with his nose buried in musty old textbooks in his room, as his only companion. It was his favourite subject, one that he could always pass with his eyes closed even if Mr Skywalker seemed to be able to make everything so boring - with his diplomacy this and his forgiveness that. 

Mr Skywalker did have one redeeming feature, however. 

‘Ben! I won’t tell you again,’ he snapped, turning around from what he was writing on the whiteboard. For all that sometimes he seemed like he was on a different planet, Mr Skywalker did seem to have a sixth sense for Ben Solo and when he was doing something rebellious or obnoxious. Which was, to be fair, almost constantly. 

There was a shuffling sound behind Hux, a few curse words and ‘it’s Kylo’ muttered under his breath before Kylo was slamming his bag down onto the desk next to Hux’s - front and centre, of course. Everything bounced with the force and a few of Kylo’s keychains and pins clattered to the floor but Kylo didn’t seem to notice, slouching down at his desk and picking at his nails. His long hair, streaked obnoxiously with bright colours that Hux was sure didn’t meet school policy - hung like a curtain around Kylo’s face so that Hux couldn’t see his expression. That didn’t stop Hux from aiming a self-satisfied smirk in Kylo’s direction, though. 

Mr Skywalker seemed unsatisfied by this, running his hand through his hair, but doesn’t push it any further. Kylo’s foot was already tapping away underneath the table to some silent beat and Hux watched in sick fascination as the sole of his black converse flopped away from the rest of his shoe with every movement of his foot, as if it might rip off completely. Hux’s own shoes were loafers, black and specifically fitted to his feet that he’d shined that morning. It summed up their entire dynamic really, not exactly enemies but hostile to each other – on complete opposite ends of the social spectrum while both managing to be outcasts. Two extremes.

‘Well, Lei-... Mrs Organa pointed out that a group presentation is a part of your assessment and since you haven’t completed yet…,’ he pauses to clear his throat. ‘I’ve paired you all up and you’ll present your topic to the class next week.’ He picks up a stack of papers and starts placing them on their desks. 

Hux sinks down into his chair as Mr Skywalker places the paper down on his desk. He’s never enjoyed group work, especially not presentations - Hux has either ended up doing all the work himself despite trying to designate it or butting heads when the other group members didn’t like him taking charge. 

He picks up the paper half-heartedly, mentally preparing himself for whatever he’ll have to endure. But when he reads the name, Hux realises that nothing could’ve prepared him. 

**

 ‘Phasma!’ Hux hisses, tugging at her sleeve. ‘Stop staring! He’s going to notice.’

‘I can’t believe Skywalker paired you with him,’ Phasma says, apparently unwilling to drop the subject. But she does at least stop staring and turns back to her own lunch with the barest hint of a smile playing around the corners of her lips. ‘Doesn’t he know you’ll eat him alive?’ 

Hux chokes on his crisps, the sharp pieces scraping the inside of his throat on the way down. ‘What!? Phas?’

Phasma didn’t reply, instead smirking to herself as she ate her pasta.

‘Hey,’ a familiar low pitched voice just over his left shoulder says. Hux wonders, faintly, how long Kylo has been stood there and therefore how much of his panic Kylo had seen. It would certainly be troublesome if Kylo thought he cared about what Kylo thought of him, or had a crush on him or something. Foolish. ‘I guess we’re working together. Skysucker must want you to rescue my grade. You’re top of the class aren’t you?’

Hux takes a moment to cringe at the nickname. 

‘Oh,’ he replies, more snottily than he intended. He sees Phasma silently laughing out of the corner of his eye but elects to ignore her and instead stares steadfastly ahead. 

‘Well, here’s my number if you want to talk about it,’ Kylo says as a hand appears over Hux’s shoulder, holding out a piece of paper. Hux turns to look at Kylo, his gaze sweeping up from Kylo’s outstretched hand to Kylo’s face - where Hux realises, Kylo has a habit of rolling his lip piercing with his tongue. Disgusting. 

‘Yeah,’ he says, snatching the ragged paper from Kylo’s hand and trying not to think about how many germs it could possibly carrying as he shoves it into his pocket. ‘We’ll definitely need to talk. Don’t think that I’m going to work on this on my own, Ben. You don’t get to ride my coattails and half-ass this.’ 

Kylo simply shrugs, obviously unaware of the intimidating aura Hux is attempting to project and heads back to his friends across the cafeteria. 

‘You sure showed him,’ Phasma teases once Kylo is out of earshot. Hux rolls his eyes.

**

His backpack lays discarded on the edge of his bed, the A-Level coursework inside begging to be done - experiment write-ups and graphs and essays that usually Hux would’ve completed with gusto already. Instead Hux stares at his phone, the crumpled sheet of paper clutched between his fingertips. There’s a kind of suffocating anxiety settling in his chest already, at the thought of not having done his work but it’s not getting him to do this any faster. It should be nothing, a string of unconnected numbers shouldn’t intimidate him like this. And yet…

It’s Ben Solo’s number and that alone has Hux frozen, unable to think of anything to write. Was ‘hey’ too simple? Hux isn’t sure that he’s ever said ‘hey’ in his life. Listing off the sections that Hux had already earmarked for Ben seemed a bit too cold and impersonal (not to mention that there were so few of them because Hux wanted to limit the things that Ben would no doubt mess up, and wouldn’t Ben notice that straight away).

There’s no reason to be scared of Ben and his stupid distractingly pale and freckled face, Hux tells himself. He takes a deep breath and starts typing. He’s not used to having someone to text, except for Phasma who he’s known for so long that he doesn’t feel that overwhelming anxiety to keep himself neatly laced up and together around her, as he does around everyone else. 

She’s been there and seen his worst, known his deepest secrets, lived through the terrible haircuts and ache and squeaky voice and come out the other side. She’s practically family so it’s different with her. 

Hello Ben.

He hits send before he can think about it, tossing his phone aside and burying his face in his hands. He thinks that he’d rather die than read Kylo’s reply until his phone actually buzzes and he’s yanking it towards himself without thinking.

Hello Armitage. 

Hux’s teeth sink into his lip and he huffs in annoyance, taking a moment to stare at one of the bare white walls of his bedroom while he composes himself. Kylo is definitely fucking with him.

It’s Hux. I’ll write up the notes since I know more about the Russian Monarchy than you. I’ll send them to you and you can put them into the powerpoint. Do you think you can do that?

He doesn’t leave any room for Kylo to argue with him, simply setting out their roles in this. Hux supposes that if Kylo has a problem with this he’ll no doubt voice it. Sure, it’ll mean Hux doing most of the work but at least he’ll have control and God knows what Kylo would come up with. 

It’s Kylo. Of course, I can. 

Hux snorts in surprise, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his duvet. He’d been expecting Kylo to… well… be more argumentative than that, but it had gone easier than Hux was expecting. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad after all. 

Should I come over to your place?

Hux reads the message over and over again. A noise from downstairs catches his attention, a barely audible sound that could be someone clearing their throat or the scrape of a chair against the floor.

No. The library tomorrow at lunch. 

Hux sets the phone down safely on his bedside table and takes his bag over to his barren desk, pulling out the lab report that has to be done tomorrow and willing himself to concentrate on it -on anything except for Ben Solo. 

**

The library is busy when Hux gets there, so Hux ends up only being able to find a table at the back - squashed between biology textbooks and medical journals, behind a table of Year 7’s being loud and annoying. Hux glares at them as he pulls out his notes from his backpack and lines up his highlighters in colour order and thankfully, they seem to take the hint and head off outside.

He’s almost given up waiting when Kylo finally shows up, after all, there’s only so many times that Hux can rearrange his highlighters and shuffle his notes. Kylo’s swapped his black ripped jeans for tartan today, covered in chains and zips, and a faded band t-shirt. Hux stares for a moment, trying to make out the band before shaking his head at the faded fabric as if it’s personally offended him.

‘You’re late Ben!’

‘It’s Kylo,’ Kylo shouts back and Hux catches the librarian glancing over towards them. He aims his glare squarely at Kylo. Kylo throws his bag down onto the table, sending Hux’s neatly arranged highlighters scattering across the table. He unzips it with an unnecessary flourish and pulls out a giant, ancient and beaten up looking laptop whose fan buzzes loudly when he opens it up. The back is covered by stickers - bands that Hux has never heard of and skulls and pentagrams, scuffed and peeling away. He catches sight of a rainbow on one corner and averts his gaze, heart hammering in his chest. Was that…?

‘I’m not surprised that your laptop looks like that if you throw your things around. Don’t you care about anything?’ Hux snaps back, unable to disguise his envy - his father would never allow him his own private laptop, even though they could most definitely afford one. There’s just something about Kylo like Hux can’t quite control himself around him - every little thing Kylo does just gets under Hux’s skin. Usually Hux would hate it but again with Kylo… with Kylo it almost makes him feel strong. 

‘Can we just get on with this so I can leave?’ Now that he looks at him, Kylo does look as if he’s being followed around by his own personal rain cloud. Or more so than usual at least. His hair hangs limply around his face, grease caking the roots and there are two angry spots of colour high on Kylo’s elegant cheekbones, just below his more smudged than normal eyeliner.

‘Here are my notes,’ Hux says as he pushes them across the table, shifting easily into business mode and turning off those annoying thoughts that are eating away in the back of his mind. ‘I’ve divided them into sections and highlighted the important parts. All you need to do is make each section into a slide,’ he realises suddenly that he’s talking slower than usual - that he’s trying to annoy Kylo, just because he wants to. ‘If you can do that we’ll call it even, we can share the grade. Even though I’ve done all the work.’ 

Kylo splutters angrily but otherwise doesn’t panic, not bothering to glance at Hux as he pulls the notes towards him. Hux’s eyes narrow and he can feel his brow furrowing. Despite the little he knows about Kylo this is definitely not the usual Kylo - always pushing back, trying to get the final word in.

‘Is something…,’ Hux starts to say before he realises how ridiculous and caring he sounds. He doesn’t want to seem like he’s gone soft. ‘Do you have a problem with that?’

‘I have to go see Leia later,’ Kylo grumbles as if that should be enough to answer all of Hux’s questions, not looking up from where he’s furiously typing away on his laptop.

‘Don’t you mean Mrs Organa,’ Hux says, highlighter poised in mid-air. 

‘I definitely mean Leia,’ Kylo says, popping another M&M into his mouth. ‘She’s my mum after all, she doesn’t mind what I call her as long as I’m still talking to her. We agreed.’ 

‘The Head Teacher is… your mum?’ Hux says slowly. Now that Kylo’s said it he can definitely see the similarities there, something in Kylo’s smile and his high cheekbones. Not that Kylo smiles much. Frankly Hux is surprised that he even knows what Kylo’s smile looks like, but he can see it as clear as day in his head so maybe Hux has been looking more than he’d like to admit - more than he’d even realised. ‘You don’t have the same name?’ He blurts before he can stop himself.

‘My family’s pretty dysfunctional,’ Kylo says, leaving it at that. It’s almost like he’s embarrassed about it, apparently unwilling to expand on this any further. He doesn’t need to though because it hits Hux like a ton of bricks, his chest feels tight with understanding and his lips dry; he’s embarrassed to realise that he’s shaking. It feels like the world has shifted on its axis but nobody else seems to have noticed.

There has been a change though, a spark of connection that’s passed unspoken between them. For the first time, Hux understands - understands Ben Solo, understands Kylo Ren. 

Where Hux conforms, wrapping himself in his order and unity, Kylo Ren rebels - pushing against authority, against everyone, making himself The Other that Mr Antilles the English teacher had kept banging on about in Gothic literature. Hux understands.

He glances over at Kylo again, meeting Kylo’s gaze this time. They share a look for a moment, Hux’s chest squeezing until he’s afraid he’s going to suffocate under the weight of that look - of whatever it is that is passing between them.

‘I have to go,’ he says, the words coming out strangled and half-formed. ‘I’ll do the rest at home.’ He takes off, heart-pounding, unwilling to think about what’s just happened.  

**

Hux runs a comb through his hair one last time, securing that a few flyaways are meticulously glued down flat to his head. He admires his reflection for a moment with a critical eye, noting the impressive circles beneath his eyes that surely every A-Level student approaching exam season has as well as the pale, sallow colour of his skin. Apart from his hair and his clothes, Hux has never particularly cared about his appearance. But apparently in the middle of a school bathroom is the moment his mind has decided that he really should do. He leans closer as if examining his skin in more detail will reveal some unknown secrets and his thoughts turn to Kylo Ren. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of that thought but too afraid that he knows exactly why he would care about Kylo Ren’s opinion of his appearance. 

The alarm on his watch goes off - only 10 minutes until class, and so Hux gathers up his things and leaves the bathroom. It’s not like he’s going to be late, there’s no need to rush and yet to Hux not being early is as good as being late. The halls are busy but Hux is used to it, ducking around hordes of Year 8’s with P.E. kits and other Sixth Formers who were totally not mitching off to get McDonald’s for lunch in a completely obvious way. He finally reaches the history department, sinking back into the alcove against the wall between rows of lockers as he waits for the previous class to be over. 

He’s not exactly excited about the presentation per se, he’s always liked public speaking but his classmates weren’t exactly motivating to try and present to. He’s got some kind of strange energy that’s been building in him all day, though, tingling at his fingertips and the back of his neck. Maybe it’s not the presentation he’s excited for… maybe it’s seeing him… Hux swallows thickly, staring down at his USB and pages of notes.

‘Hey so,’ Kylo says as he flops down next to Hux, all limbs and elbows and knees - as if he’d heard Hux’s thoughts. ‘I’m not doing the presentation. Good luck.’ 

Hux swallows, unable to form a coherent thought for a moment. He’s distinctly aware of the sound of blood rushing in his ears and the way his fingertips are tightening around his sheet of notes.

‘You’re… You’re what! Ren! You absolute fucking…. You…. fucking…. Shit…. Fuck…,’ Hux is truly at a loss for words. Somewhere along the line, his mouth seems to have become disconnected from his brain and both of them can only reel at Kylo’s stupidity. ‘You’re not going to do this to me, you prick. You’re not!’’ 

Kylo is silent, his face far less stormy than Hux would’ve thought after that barrage of curses, Hux manages to think through the fog of rage clouding his mind. 

‘You called me Ren,’ Kylo says quietly, after a moment. 

‘Well of course I did! It’s your fucking name isn’t it?’ He shouts back, getting angrier by the second.

‘Thank you,’ Kylo says softly and before Hux can process what’s happening, Kylo is leaning in until their lips are only a few bare inches apart. Oh, Hux realises, he wants to…

Hux realises that he also wants to. He wants to kiss Kylo Ren, for all his stupid haircuts and terrible personality and annoyingly beautiful face. 

Closing the gap is easy, it’s only when their lips meet that Hux starts to panic. Kylo feels warm against him, his lips slightly chapped and rough, and Hux is frozen - taking in the feeling with a kind of distant panic. What if he forgot to brush his teeth that morning, what if he’s no good at kissing, what if….? Luckily, Kylo takes the lead and starts to move his lips softly against Hux’s, tipping Hux’s head back. Hux loses himself in the feeling, kissing back as much as he can. 

When Kylo pulls away Hux decides that it wasn’t terrible all things considered.  

Kylo smiles as he gets up. ‘See you later.’

Hux breathes for a moment, his hand moving towards his lips of its own accord - as if pulled by some invisible magnet. His lips feel the same as always - smooth and soft thanks to a regular Chapstick routine although they tingle slightly at the touch of his fingertips - slightly sensitive now. Once again, the world feels like it’s changed, shifted around the two of them like an alternate reality. Hux wonders how he can ever go back to just ‘being’ now, now that he knows what it’s like to kiss Kylo Ren.

That was… that was…

‘Kylo you bastard!’ He shouts at Kylo’s retreating back. 

‘Armitage!’ Mr Skywalker bursts out of the classroom. ‘I don’t expect that kind of language from you! Is your presentation ready?’ 

[hattywatch]

Jeff Skinner - Home

A/n: Any time I ever think I am capable of writing a blurb, point me to this, right here. I had the idea for this before I wrote the part 2 to Back Road, but I couldn’t focus on two things at once, so this took a back seat since so many people asked for a sequel to Back Road! This is 13 pages, a little over 5k words and is CLEAN. Totally sfw. 

Requested by my bae @hockeyandtaylorswift, and I would like to thank her and @xolilyxo for reading it and being my fav hockey biddies <3

“I can't keep staying with you guys. I feel like I'm living with an old married couple,” Jeff shimmies past Reino and gets to his seat at the kitchen island, where Eichel is leaning, munching on an apple and watching the toaster.

Jack grabs his bread from the toaster as it pops and Jeff watches as he slides open a drawer for a knife and switches spots with Sam to get to the fridge, neither of them thinking about the motion, it looks so practiced.

The way him and Sam move around each other in their apartment is so comfortable. It was really nice of them to ask if he needed a place to stay when he first moved to Buffalo, but it's going on a month now and he just wants a place to go home to that's his; with a spot on the couch that's his, and a mug that's his, and a bathroom cabinet that's filled with his stuff. He's sick of living out of a suitcase.

“Still haven't found anything, then?” Jack asks in between bites of toast while Jeff sips at his juice and shakes his head no.

Reino shuts the cabinet above his head after pulling a plate out of it and sliding his omelette onto it, “Eichs, you still have the number of the chick who found us this place? She was awesome.”

It's Jack's turn to shake his head as he scrolls through his contact list, “I don't think I do, maybe an email? I'll look through them later and see what I can find.”

Jeff nods and makes a mental note to remind him about it later; he's lived with his new teammates long enough to know that Jack's a scatterbrain about everything that isn't done on skates.

_______

You get the email late on a Monday while you're nestled into your couch with a glass of wine watching The Bachelor.

Hey (Y/N),

I wanna send a new teammate to you bc he's having trouble finding his own place and you really helped me out when I was looking. I lost your phone number but had your email so send me your number and I’ll have him set something up. He's sick of crashing with me and Sam lol.

Thanks,

Jack

You roll your eyes and scroll through your contact list to, Client Jack and text him:

It's me. Just got your email. Send him my way, I’d love to help.

_______

You get a text from a number that isn’t saved to your contacts two days after you responded to Jack’s e-mail.

Hi, I’m Jeff, Jack’s friend. He gave me your number and said that you’re the best realtor around. Do you think you could help me start looking for something this weekend? I have to get my own place before I kill a teammate 😑.

You call him, instead of responding to his text, because you’re a professional adult, and also you’re driving and that’s a dangerously high ticket that you don’t really want to deal with right now.

He sounds confused when he answers, with a whispered, “Hullo?”

“Hi, this is (Y/N) calling for Jeff?” You hear him scramble around a little, before he clears his throat, still speaking lowly but sounding a little more awake.

“Oh, yeah, hi! I didn’t think you’d get back to me so soon.” You laugh because your entire paycheck banks on you getting back to people as soon as possible and being at everyone’s beck and call 24 hours a day.

“I just wanted to set something up for this weekend. I already have a few places in mind I could show you. If you wanted to give me some times you’d be free I could schedule a few showings so we can find you a place before the season starts.” You hear him close a door and he finally raises his voice above a whisper.

“That’d be awesome, I love these guys, but I really need my own space asap. I’ll clear all weekend for you. This is my top priority right now.” He sounds tired and you smile, because you know enough about Jack to know he could be a little bit of a diva and honestly, bless Sam for being able to live with him. But you know it's tough to be thrown into it due to a trade or whatever Buffalo is doing right now, shaking up their team.

“I’ll text you a time for Saturday morning. We can meet at a Starbucks or something? I’ll drive, you’re new to the area, don’t want you getting lost! Does that work for you?”

“Sounds like a plan. See you Saturday.” You say goodbye and hang up. You make a mental note to look up this Jeff character, to see if you could get any information that may help you in finding him a home and so you know what you’re getting yourself into.

_______

You’re not exactly sure what you were expecting when you typed “Jeff Buffalo Sabres” into the Google search bar hours later, but what you found wasn’t it.

You learn the basics, that he was traded from Carolina, and like most hockey players- is from Canada. You click on a video, against your better judgement, and you hear voice, new but becoming familiar, giving canned answers about getting pucks on net and playing hard. What you didn’t expect to learn is that he’s adorable, positively boyish. His smile is wide and his eyes crinkle up with it. He seems like the type of person everyone wants to be friends with.

Quickly you close out of the window on your computer. As easy as he is on the eyes, this isn’t really productive to your pursuit of finding him the right apartment, and stalking is illegal in all 50 states.

_______

The next two days are a blur of showings with other clients and searches for apartments suited for one twenty-something male. You’re pleased that you find three to show him, and hope that he’ll take to at least one of them.

You send out a text Friday afternoon, telling him the time you’ll meet him and to be ready for you to knock his socks off.

Client Jeff: At this point I’d live in a box on the street to get my own space. It isn’t going to take much.

You send back a speak-no-evil monkey and the address of the Starbucks where you two plan on meeting.

_______

When Saturday morning comes, you’re grumpy to say the least. You try your best to get a lot of your showings done during the week to avoid the weekend traffic and get some time to sleep in, but you really liked Jack and Sam and don’t mind doing them the favor of helping their buddy out. Plus, who are you to say no to any new clients you can get.

You dress business casual; smart jeans and a navy-blazer over a plain white tee with some red flats, most of the apartments have stairs anyway. You also manage to get your ass into gear on time and are sitting drinking your coffee when you see Jeff stroll in, 2 minutes to 10.

Quickly, you realize he has no idea who he’s looking for, and you take a minute to observe him undisturbed. He looks around, presumably for you, and checks his phone, laughing at something before fast thumbs fire off a message. He walks up to the empty counter and orders his drink; you hear him say both “please” and “thank you” before he pays and throws his change into the tip jar. You decide you like him already.

When he moves to the other counter, waiting for his drink to be made, you decide to make yourself known. As you tidy up your table, your phone vibrates and you look down at your texts,

Client Jeff: I just realized I have no clue who I'm looking for. I'm here and wearing a Sabres sweatshirt if that helps?

After throwing out your trash, you step up behind him and tap him on the shoulder, “Jeff?” You ask it as a question, even though you know that he’s exactly who you’re looking for. He looks up from his phone and spins around with a media smile on his face, unsure of who he’s about to run into.

“Hi... (Y/N)?” he says with an unfailing smile, but crinkled and uncertain eyes. “Yes, that’s me,” you shake his outstretched hand, “Ready to find your new place?” His smile shifts a little and a dimple pops into his cheek, “You have no idea. Let’s go.” He grabs his drink off of the counter and follows you to your car.

_______

You keep the music on the light channel, soft pop playing from the speakers. Jeff seems content to drink his coffee and sit quietly in your passenger seat, but you’ve never really been one for silence.

“How have you been finding Buffalo so far?” He smiles again at your question, “It’s been good. The team’s really nice, the people who recognize me on the street have been really encouraging. It’s definitely a change in scenery and weather, but it’s closer to home.”

You’re happy to hear that Buffalo has been welcoming. Moving is tough, especially alone. “You enjoying living with Jack and Sam?” The light is red and you catch his eye and smile.

“They’re two of the greatest guys I’ve ever met. It was really awesome of them to let me stay as long as they have. They’d probably keep letting me, but they both have routines and I feel like I’m in the way. I just want my own space, ya know? Nothing against them.”

Nodding, you turn onto the block for the first apartment. “Well, I’ll do my best to help you out. I’m with you ‘til the end now.” He unbuckles his seatbelt as you pull over and put your car into park. You get out and open up your folder to give him the first listing. “This is a newer building. It’s really nice and they cater to a slightly more upscale client and have loads of amenities,” you tell him in the elevator on your way up to the unit.

“This place looks too nice for me, are you sure they’d even let me live here?” You laugh out loud at that, Jeff is clearly the kind of guy who holds up well under scrutiny, the kind of guy every parent wants their daughter to bring home, wholesome looking and polite.

“According to Jack, you’re about to be Buffalo’s golden boy. I’m sure they’d beg you to live here, Jeff.” A red flush rises from his neck straight up to his hairline. “I hope so,” he mumbles out as the elevator dings and he motions for you to exit first.

Outside of the unit, you do your best to feature dump and sell him on the place, “There’s a fitness center, a lounge, a study center, reserved parking, a concierge, 24 hour maintenance, and electronic keys, which is kind of cool. You’d basically be living in a hotel.” Waving the card in front of the knob, you can hear the mechanical whirring of the lock, indicating that the door is opening, so you step in and hold it open for Jeff.

He whistles low and walks past the kitchen through the dining area and into the living room. It’s your turn to laugh, “Okay… I’m guessing you don’t cook much then?”

He shakes his head, looking out of the windows that line the living room wall. “You’d be absolutely correct in that assumption.”

“Well then, not that you care, but these are granite countertops and they’re gorgeous,” you sweep your hand in a flourish towards the counters. He does his best to look sheepish and puts on a smile and nods, “They look…. Very nice?” He rocks back on his heels and shrugs a shoulder up.

“Thanks for trying. Don’t pretend to care for me, you’re the one who has to pick a place or keep living with the dynamic duo,” you smile snidely at his stricken face.

“No dishwasher though, which could be a downside for a guy living on his own,” you look at him thoughtfully, trying to figure out if he’s messy or tidy, as if you could tell from a cursory glance.

“I have siblings, we did chores growing up. I know how to clean up after myself,” you’d almost assign his tone as sassy, but he’s far too sweet for you to do anything but keep smiling at him at try to change the subject.

“No significant other will be living with you? I just realized I didn't ask, rude of me.”

“Nah,” He walks through to the bedroom, “I don’t have a girl right now.” He manages his own subject-change now, “One bedroom?”

You nod, “Uh, yes. Only one, but this building has it all; studios and units with one, two or three bedrooms! I didn’t consider that you may be having visitors. That’s my fault; I should have asked.”

He doesn’t let you berate yourself for long though, “I don’t know if I have a preference. My last place had an extra room and my family never wanted to leave, maybe this would be the hint they needed.” He winks and checks out the closet, laundry room, and bathroom before the tour is over and you get back to your car.

“Okay give me feedback? Love it, hate it? Is it missing something integral?” He buckles his seatbelt once more and looks over at you, “Honestly?” you nod and motion for him to continue.

He heaves a sigh and turns to make eye contact with you, “I have no idea what I’m looking for. When I got my last place I was so young and everything seemed awesome because it was all mine. This time around it’s so... different.” It’s an honest answer and you appreciate that, but it doesn’t really help you figure out if he’ll like the next two places any better than this one.

As you drive to the next apartment, you decide to do some digging, maybe it will help figure out what he's looking for. “You said you have siblings that visit, how many of you are there?”

He turns to look over at you, putting his coffee back in the cup holder, “There’s six of us, plus my parents.”

“Woooow” you let out as you flick your turn signal on. He’s polite and asks, “What about you, anyone come and crash at your place uninvited. Shaking your head, you tell him no, “I’m an only child. Probably better off that way. I can’t imagine having to share with five other people. I don’t think that’s my style.”

“I think if you're raised with it, it's different. You're just used to it.” You nod along because nurture versus nature and all that.

_______

The next two apartments aren't in buildings; one is the whole top floor of a house and the second is the main floor.

Jeff is polite, but you have been doing this a long time and you can tell he doesn't like them as much as the one inside of the complex, but he does seem to prefer the one on the top floor, with the extra bathroom and guest room. You watch as he takes in the dark hardwood floors, but wrinkles his nose at the downstairs apartment lacking a tub, and you start fleshing out a more robust image of what he’s looking for.

As you're driving him back to Starbucks to his car, you decide to ask again, “Okay, I don't expect you to know everything you like, but maybe if you see something on Pinterest or Instagram or anything that strikes your fancy, send it to me and I can get an idea of your tastes? I'm sure you'd prefer turn-key?”

“That's a really good idea. Give me your handle.” You spell out your Instagram name for him and your pocket vibrates with the notification. Your car crunches into the parking lot and Jeff adjusts the hat on his head, “Thanks, I know it's your job, but I really appreciate it. Jack and Sam try to help, but...” he trails off with a shrug.

Laughing, you assure him, “You don't have to tell me. I'm the one who spent 5 months finding them that place.” Jeff's eyes open wide and his smile dims, “5 months? I can't live with them for 5 more months.” You try to head him off at the pass.

“Jeff, if you promise to send me some more things that you like, I promise that I will not leave you stranded with Jack and Sam for 5 more months, deal?”

He opens the car door and gets out, leaning back in with that big smile sticking his hand out to shake. “It's a deal. Just text me whenever. I'm free all this week and next weekend. So if you want me to come see something, I'm all yours.”

You tell him will do and he hops in his car and starts it before you drive away.

_______

He doesn’t contact you for a few days. It’s Tuesday when you get a message late at night, snuggled deep into your bed watching old Friends reruns. The text makes your pillow vibrate and you tear your eyes away from Phoebe attempting to teach Joey French to unlock your screen.

When you see Jeff’s name you’re a little thrown off.

Client Jeff: I think I like this...

You wait, as you assume there’s an image that’s coming along with it.

When it finally comes, the photo is blurry but you make out a marble bathroom. It’s simple and stark white, offset by dark grey floors. It’s something to go on, albeit blurry and small, but it’s something.

Just tell me what it is that you like, and I can def go off of that.

The response comes quicker than you would have expected.

Client Jeff: Tbh, I’m a little drunk at one of Eichs friends house. Idk what I like. It’s clean and open? Different than living with a bunch of slobs I guess.

Before you can send a text back to him, your phone buzzes with another.

Client Jeff: I’m drunk texting my realtor. This is what it’s like being a grown up, huh?

You know that feel, that’s for sure, so you cut him a break and text him back.

Seemed a lot more glamorous as a kid, I know.

You fall asleep with your phone next to your pillow and your laptop on your nightstand, searching for open, bright, clean-lined bathrooms.

_______

After his drunk texts, Jeff opened up a little bit. He sent you tons of posts from @ApartmentTherapy, interspersed with some cute dogs, and funny memes. He started texting more frequently too, asking for restaurant recommendations in the city and making some small talk. You have similar taste in movies and TV, so you have a lot to talk about, but you didn't want to be the one to break the boundary, it's not professional. The second weekend you meet him for showings he has your coffee paid for and ready to go when you walk into the coffee shop.

He ends up breaking the boundary first. You assume it’s because you’re one of about 5 people he knows in the state. He's a really sweet guy, so it isn't like you mind at all. He suggests meeting at iHop for breakfast before your third weekend of showings in a row. It seems like a fine idea, you have to eat anyway and you really like talking to Jeff.

Breakfast is spent with him regaling you of his time training in the gym with Eichs and Reino earlier this week. His impression of Jack has you in stitches as you almost spit your coffee out across the table, smacking your hand over your mouth just in time. It sends him into his own peal of laughter, and ends with him face down on the table, pointing at you and silently laughing.

You head to the bathroom to fix your running mascara and he meets you at the door with your purse and tells you it’s on him when you try to shove money at him for your food.

_______

Obviously his house-mates have picked up on your new-found friendship. Jack had messaged you once to ask you to stop, as he deemed you interruptive to boys night.

Client Jack: Listen, I know you guys are like, besties now… but it’s guys night and we’re bowling and Jeff literally can’t stop looking at his phone. he’s really bringing the team down. I wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t on my team, fuck i’d prob encourage it. But tell him you’re going to bed or something so he can focus! Loser has to pick up the bar tabs, so you can understand where i’m coming from right now, (y/n).

You'd never admit it, but you smiled indulgently to yourself, pleased that Jeff really seemed to value you as a friend and not just someone he was forced to be in contact with.

Oh, so sorry that I’m ruining your night Jack. I’ll tell him I’m going to bed. At 830. On a Saturday.

Client Jack: That’s all i ask.

_____________

All the chatting helped though, each weekend you were able to fill your showings with apartments that were increasingly Jeff’s style. You both discovered that he was decidedly more modern; into clean lines and neutral colors.

You start meeting for breakfast every weekend before your first showing. It’s quickly coming up on two months before you even notice. You get along really well, so working the weekend is almost as enjoyable as your shared breakfasts. The two of you commiserate over summer months quickly coming to an end and laughing easily over people's decorating choices in apartments that are decidedly not the one.

The last listing you showed him had been especially cringe worthy, photographing way better than it looked in person. You step inside and instantly realize your mistake.

Jeff hadn't been looking up and barrels into the back of you, spewing red-faced apologies before he could even peel himself away from your back. “Sorry!” he has a hand wrapped around your waist to keep you from toppling forward under his bulk and you snort, because with his accent it comes out “sore-y” and that always gets you laughing.

You realize it before he does, the fact that his hand is still firmly wrapped around your middle, and you’re starting to get a little self conscious of the way you know your jeans are snug against your tummy under his hand. So you clear your throat and he apologizes again before removing his hand and keeping them firmly in his pockets. The tension doesn’t last long as you go through the rest of the apartment and laugh as Jeff raises his eyebrows at the shag carpet that is inexplicably in the bathroom, and you both hightail it out of there as soon as you can.

_______

It’s not out of the ordinary when he texts you late on a Friday night:

Jeff: After we go to the apartments tomorrow do you have any other clients?

You have been saving your Saturdays exclusively for Jeff's showings for the past two months, so you tell him that.

My Saturdays are solely dedicated to finding you a place to live, doll.

Did you find something specific you wanted to see?

Bubbles indicating he’s typing out his reply pop up, but it stops abruptly. They start and stop a few times, before a message finally comes through.

Jeff: Not an apartment, but there’s this new waffle house that just opened? We can change up our routine, lunch instead of breakfast...

Jeff: If you didn’t have anything else going on.  

You don’t, and that sounds like the type of relaxed weekend that you’re into, so you peck out a reply.

Sounds like a plan.

You send it over and before you can stop yourself you send a smiley face too. _______

The next day you’re positive Jeff will take to one of these units.

They all have two bedrooms, which you've learned he leans towards, just in case his parents or a sibling decide to pop in. They are all turn key- painted and furnished (he hates furniture shopping and doesn't have the time to paint)- very sleek and modern, his preferred style.

Even better, all of them come with in unit laundry. He claims laundry is his favorite chore and prefers to do it himself rather than send it out. And to top it all off, one has a balcony off the master bedroom. You think he'll choose that one, but you don't want to jinx yourself.

When you get through all three without Jeff so much as considering placing an offer, you're confused at best and irked at worst. You know he needs to find a place soon and it’s starting to feel like you’ve shown him every apartment in Buffalo and its surrounding towns. You try to take it in stride, but it’s been two solid months of multiple showings every weekend and you just want a break from it.

The rational side of you also knows that it isn’t Jeff’s fault. It’s a very important purchase and you don’t want to rush him into something just because you want a lazy weekend, but you're still a little disappointed. Jeff drove to all of the listings, “to give you a break,” he had said. He even showed up with coffee and croissants to hold you over until you go to lunch- so you’re annoyed with yourself for being cranky when he’s been so lovely.

_______

You’re clearly doing a good job of hiding your disappointment, so he pulls up to the waffle house all smiles, the dimple on his right cheek digging straight into your heart, and you feel bad for ever being vexed with him. He hops out of the car and walks up to the door and even holds it open for you, holding 2 fingers up to the hostess.

Sitting in the booth bolsters your mood, unused to waiting until after the showings to eat. It smells like heaven, and you look over the menu, already sticky with syrup. Jeff is his happy self, nudging your foot under the table to get your attention.

“What are you getting?” You look up from the menu at Jeff's rosy face and shrug. You love that he's always blushing. He's never really shy with his emotions because he's so easy to read anyway. It seems like a freeing way to live.

“I'm not sure, there's a lot of options. Banana chocolate chip? Red velvet? What are you getting?” You take the time to nudge his foot back.

He confidently closes his menu, “Cinnamon roll, for sure. With bacon.”

You close your menu at the sight of the waitress approaching, “Okay then, red velvet it is. But I'm trying some of yours, too.” Jeff says 'obviously,’ like it's something that you guys always do, and isn't pushing the lines of a realtor/client relationship.

After you place your orders and the waitress returns with a carafe of coffee for you to split, you feel a happy warmth settle from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You take turns sharing the creamer and sit in a companionable silence before Jeff starts in.

“I’m so nervous for this season,” he stirs his coffee with a spoon distractedly, you see your opening to bring up his living situation, but he continues before you can interject. “D’you think you’d like to come to the opener?”

He sips his coffee with his eyes closed, and you wish you could make eye-contact with him. “Yeah, sounds like fun. I’ll make myself available.” His eyes open at that and he flushes from his neck up to his forehead.

“Did you think I’d say no or something,” he opens his mouth to answer you, but the waitress sets your plates down in between you so he stops. As soon as she walks away you lean over and steal a piece of bacon from Jeff’s plate.

He smiles and it’s wide and bright and beautiful, and as always- punctuated by a deep dimple. He won’t meet your eyes and spends way too long cutting into his fluffy waffles and dousing them with syrup that is surely not trainer approved, “Yeah, something like that.”

You’re halfway through your own plate, starting to get full and sated, when it starts to make sense, you’re spending every week together, bonding over movies and restaurant recommendations. You’re probably the person he’s spent the most time with since his big move. Jeff’s still plowing away through his own plate though, so you try your hand at subtly broaching the issue on your mind.

“Jeff,” he looks up mid-bite. “You know we’re like, kinda friends now right.” He looks like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t and he flames up again immediately.

“Are we?” You nod and stuff another bite of waffle into your mouth to keep yourself from smiling at his embarrassment. He draws in close to you, leaning over his plate.

“If put in an offer on the one with the terrace off the bedroom will you still hang out with me on weekends?” You perk up and lean back against the booth laughing at how dumb he is, nodding and trying to catch your breath.

“Yes you dope!” You have another bite  on its way to your mouth when another piece of the puzzle clicks together. The waffle drops off of your fork as you try to control the volume of your voice, you want to yell but you manage to contain it down to a hiss, “Have you not been putting in offers on apartments because you have no better weekend plans, you jerk!?” He has a decency to look chagrined at being caught.

“I didn’t know if I was allowed to keep talking to you after I found something,” he sputters out, shrugging.

“You could have just asked. I haven’t had a day off in months!” You steal another piece of his bacon, you feel like you’ve earned it at this point.

“Are you showing anything tomorrow? We could go out,” Jeff’s fork makes its way onto your plate, you barely notice; did he just-? He’s on it before you can respond.

“I mean- shit.” He takes a deep breath before putting his fork down onto the table with a metallic clank, “Fuck it, yeah tomorrow. What are you doing, let me take you out?” He’s so far from smooth and it’s so endearing you can’t help but smile.

“I’m helping a client place a bid on an apartment. Really nice, eat-in-kitchen and a balcony off the master. Then I have a date, I think? Nice guy, kinda slow, but he’s cute. Lots of curb-appeal, if you catch my drift.”

Jeff’s smile is beatific, “You’re not so quick yourself, so it’s probably a perfect match.” You kick him under the table without malice, too wrapped up in the sugary sweet fullness from lunch and his warm gaze.

“I’m starting to think he’s a fixer-upper. Luckily I’ve got some time.”

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

Oc Questions

So my friend @bio-hazard0us and I have been working on a lot of My Hero Academia original characters and I was hit with the sudden idea to make my first villain one. I thought that I would share my process so that they could see it and everyone can know how I flesh out a character. In this case I have paired my original character up with Jin Bubaigawara aka the villain Twice in My Hero Academia. 

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school? Violet was good at just about every subject in school but her favorites were history, ballet, English and of course botany

B: Do they have any allergies? She is funnily enough allergic to bees even though they are essential to her quirk. They pollinate her flowers but just the sight of them has her feeling ill.

C: Can they swim well? She taught herself how to swim rather well and it’s one of her favorite hobbies that she does on her days off. 

D: How do they react to being flirted with? A flustered awkward disaster mess that’s how she would react to being flirted with (Especially if it was with Twice. He does it to mess with her in and out of costume and always teases her when she gets a bright pink face. 

E: How are they with children? Violet comes from a really big family and loves her siblings but one of Jin’s biggest fears is that his mental instability will be passed down to his children. 

F: What’s one thing they’re really bad at? She is awful at being a villain, let’s just be honest here. She is mostly doing this because Jin is doing it and she wanted to stick by his side. She is always known for being the most genuine member out of the League and even helped Bakugou escape.  She is also very bad with directions so she usually has to be sent out with Dabi or Toga as well as Twice because they both are extremely scatterbrain and tend to get way off track.

G: How do they flirt? Violet is basically the worst type of flirt, the type that doesn’t even know when they are flirting. She just is genuine with her compliments and is always open about how she feels. She loves to compliment Jin and it is usually her way of getting revenge when he flirts with her “That was so good hun!!” She’s basically his little cheerleader always encouraging him to do his best at everything that he does and he loves that about her. 

H: What is their deadly sin? Her deadly sin would most likely be Gluttoney because she has a problem with sweets and knowing exactly when to eat them. (Twice jokes that it’s lust which usually results in him getting smacked upside the head.) 

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves? On a scale of one to ten she loves herself at a very low 4. She loves Jin more than anything in the entire world but she hates having to be a part of the League of Villains. She would much rather be a small flower shop owner even with her quirk that is meant to do things for evil. She has a lot of crippling self doubt and doesn’t know how to deal with the awful things that she has to do. The only reason that her number isn’t any lower is because of Twice. 

J: What’s their sense of humour like? Her sense of humor is very bubbly and peppy, it’s a lot of plant puns and really bad jokes that Jin told her to get her to laugh at him when she was younger. If she’s tired it’s a lot more sarcastic and full of attitude but usually that only happens when Shigaraki asks her to do villain stuff when she has already had a long enough day as it was. Twice loves her either way you look at it with her sense of humor. He just loves her more than anything when you really think about it he considers her the best possible thing that he could ever ask for.  

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them? You will know when you’ve upset her when she sends her “Audrey II” after you. That is her man eating venus flytrap that she named after the flytrap in Little Shop of Horrors.  

L: What is their favourite board game? Any board game that makes her laugh. She loves to play Apples to Apples with Twice and the rest of the League of villains it’s the one time when she truly thinks that they are actually a family and she really feels like she fits in.

M: What is their favourite dessert? She loves ice cream, absolutely loves ice cream. When she has a bad day stress or anxiety wise Jin brings her strawberry cheesecake Ben & Jerries ice cream and Phish Food for him and they both openly talk about what they are struggling with (Mental health for the win!!!) 

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast? Her go to breakfast usually has some fruit in it. That's really the only thing since she isn’t always hungry in the mornings. 

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out? For Jin to break up with her. That’s what would break her inside and out she would not be able to live without him making her laugh. If he were to break up with her and not even want to be friends that would cause her to have a full on mental breakdown. 

P: How do they handle money? She is nearly a professional at handling money. She doesn’t have a whole lot of it because she works part time at a flower infused coffee and pastry shop.

Q: Are they patient? She is one of the most patient people that you will ever meet in your entire life. It is one of her best qualities that she prides herself on. You sort of have to be patient when your long term love of your life is Jin Bubaigawara (Twice). She always rubs his back when he cries into her shoulder apologizing for saying anything wrong in his other personality. It breaks her heart to see him like that. She would much rather see the joking having a fun time side of his personality but she has loved him for as long as she can remember and she’s going to be damned if a little mental illness roadblock is going to get in her way. 

R: What are their hands like? Her hands have little calluses on them that Jin loves playing with as a fidget technique because having her presence around makes the voices in his head for once shut fully off. He can be comfortable around her just holding her hand and telling stories in his different personalities to make her laugh. 

S: How stealthy are they? She is actually very stealthy and extremely quiet person (when Twice isn’t around to make her laugh)

T: Where are they ticklish? Violet is ticklish almost literally everywhere on her entire body something that kid Jin loved because it caused her to snort when she laughed if he did it too much. 

U: What’s their voice like? She’s naturally soft spoken unless she’s really excited about something than she has the tendency to rise in volume. 

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them? The easiest way to annoy her is to send her off on a solo mission with Shigaraki. It takes everything in her not to just blow up at him and tell him that she’s done being his minion. Then she thinks of Twice and just takes some deep breaths to calm herself down and remembers why she’s doing this. So that the love of her life can fit in somewhere and finally be truly happy with his life. 

W: Can they dance? Dancing is one of the things that she is the best at pretty much all styles of dance. 

X: What’s their most petty little secret? Her pesky little secret is that she made a stuffed smaller version of Jin as Twice for the nights when they aren’t together and she can’t sleep. It helps her sleep at night knowing that she has something to remind her of her boyfriend. 

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to? Why did her dad have to die? Her older brother who was a police officer was caught in the crossfire and killed by a hero in an accident.

Z: How do they sleep? She doesn’t sleep that well at all if she doesn’t have either her stuffed version of Twice or the real deal around her. She suffers from frequent nightmares of the awful things that she was forced to do as a member of the League and the momentous amounts of bullying that she was given as a child.

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? She does actually sleep with stuffed animals. Jin won her a massive stuffed sea otter at a shooting darts game when they were back in high school at their cultural festival and she loves it so much. She also has the afformented stuffed version of Twice.

2. Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child? Her quirk is quite literally taking care of the plants that she houses as tattoos on her arms and that she keeps in her garden at work. She has a pet cat that is probably the most tsundere cat to ever exist but it loves it’s human so much. Violet adopts young Toga as her own showing her what actual love and affection really should look like instead of the pain that she has suffered through.

3. Ask them to describe their love interest. Violet would describe Jin as the sweetest man that she has ever met. Forget about the mental illness, that doesn’t bother her in fact it only makes her want to take care of him on his really bad days. She truly loves her boyfriend more than anything in the world. He is the reason why she gets up everyday to make him laugh with her little screw ups at being a villain. To her, you can’t find a more perfect man than Jin Bubaigawara. She loves his sense of humor, the way that he looks at the world and the man behind the mania more than anything. She’ll jokingly call him her Deadpool and he loves it so much since that was one of his favorite heroes in high school. 

4. Do they look good in red? In her opinion since part of her villain costume (her hoodie) is red she would say yes. Twice jokes that she would look good in a paper bag. 

5. Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! It would definitely be a late night speech to the love of her life Jin after a night that he’s been struggling with his split personality disorder. He’ll tell her that he doesn’t deserve her and her pureness and that she should run while she still can. She would tell him that would never, ever happen. That she loves him despite her mental illness. That she loves the man that has always been there for her and is the other half of her soul. That he isn’t defined by his mental illness but by the person that lies beneath all of that. He would just melt into her side and she would quietly run her fingers through his hair turning him into putty in her arms.

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is? She will always take advice from her father who has known what is best for her throughout her entire life and is immensely supportive of her relationship with Twice. He loves Jin and worries about him instead of being against their relationship he gives Violet advice for how to deal with him and his outbursts that he sometimes has. She would absolutely never listen to Shigaraki no matter what. He tells her that her “emotions” for Twice will be her downfall and that she shouldn’t be as kind as she is if she wants to be a villain. 

7. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themselves in three words. I would describe Violet as endlessly patient, kind and forgiving of all of Jin’s downfalls. Usually when he forgets an anniversary (he never forgets her birthday though). She would describe herself as a wet blanket, a burden on Jin and a naturally spineless person. 

8. Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them? Puzzles have always intrigued her 

9. Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)? She has an attachment to her favorite book since childhood that her dad would always read to her. It’s called The Little Prince and it’s been her favorite book since she was five years old. She feels an empathization with her plants that she needs to use for her quirk and always apologizes before she has to use them. 

10. What age do they most want to be right now? She wants to be at the age that she is right now. She lives on her own even though she wishes that she could stay live with Jin full time. 

11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save? Save the money for the future and get a big house for her, Jin and Himiko to live in. She loves her family more than anything and just wants for them to be happy together. 

12. Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)? She has a soft spot for romance in films. She openly cries every time that she watches the first ten minutes in Up or the ending of The Painted Veil. She is a naturally overly emotional person so whenever she watches one of these films Jin has a box of tissues at the ready to dry her eyes with.  

13. Name one thing their parents taught them. Her parents taught hre to be kind and patient with most everyone she meets which is one of the biggest reasons as to why she is so good with Jin and his mental instability. 

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any? She has a guilty pleasure for the film version of Little Shop Of Horrors and is often seen humming Mean Green Mother From Outer Space while she waters Audrey II

15. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work? Violet considers lazing around a waste of her time. Why be lazy when she could be watering her plants or helping Himiko with her homework? Jin definitely has to draw the line at some point and give her a backwards hug telling her that she needs to take a break. 

16. If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear? She would wear designer clothes that she always sees in the shop windows. There is this really adorable dress that has plants all over it that she loves to look at on the street and in the shop window (Jin buys it for her for Christmas once he gets a steady following with his artwork.) 

17. Do they like children? Violet has always loved children and willingly will look after her siblings if she doesn’t need to be doing villainous work with Twice and Himiko for the night. She was raised to love children and her and Jin have talked about adopting others when Himiko goes off to college. He’s legitimately afraid of being a good father but she is always there to encourage him and tell him how good he is with their adopted daughter. He teased her that they already were basically siblings so it didn’t really matter but he always loves her encouragement. 

18. Kissing: tongue or no tongue? It depends on where they are. She loves to press little kisses to his mask when he’s wearing it but when the mask is off they do have the tendency to kiss. She’s actually asexual so as long as it doesn’t go to sexual intercourse she’s okay with all the types of intimacy that kissing can bring. 

19. Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews? She always has this need to study for tests even though everyone around her encourages that she’ll ace it with flying colors because she is just naturally intelligent. She actually helped Jin get his GED in high school so that he could pass and got him through the grades with the help of a lot of patience and snacks to go around. 

20. What do they like that nobody else does? Most of the stuff that she likes that nobody else tends to like is the manga that she reads in her free time. This gets a lot of jokes poked at her by Jin and Himiko but they love it about her that she is a massive Otaku.

21. What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw? There would be no real “last straw” with her and Jin. Unless he cheats on her which he would never do because he loves her way too much to do that to her. 

22. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to? Oh the sappy nicknames between these two strap yourselves in folks especially for Jin\Twice because his are numerous. His favorites are dolls and baby that he uses outside of the mask and they never fail to make her soft like butter. With the mask on it’s cupcake and milady “Hey cupcake need a little help over here!!” 

23. Stability or novelty? Stability all the way. She needs to keep to her schedule and her downtime needs to be there otherwise she will fall off the rails and it’s not a pretty picture. Jin is there to make sure that even her stability is still the life of the party. 

24. Honesty or charity? Honesty is always the best policy.

25. Safety or possibility? Possibility she is always open to new ones that could change her life and it’s one of the reasons why she started dating Jin she saw all the possibilities that their relationship could have. 

26. Talent or effort? Effort all the way. She will always put forth the effort into everything that she does. She has this belief and it’s the same way with her father that there is no talent without a little bit of effort thrown into everything.

27. Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)? Forgiveness. She will always forgive Jin no matter what his mental illness does to put a damper on their relationship she will always take him back with open arms. 

28. Would they date a fixer-upper? She would because she believes that there is really no such thing as a fixer-upper. I mean growing up her favorite movie was Beauty and the Beast so she has always believed that the true beauty of somebody isn’t on the outside but on the inside their personality. Jin is basically one giant fixer upper that most people would run for the hills from but not Violet. Most of her siblings scratch their heads when they seen the two of them together but they know that their sister is the happiest that they have ever seen her when she’s around him. 

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DRV3 Next Gen

Class Truth

Homeroom teacher: Hisami Oshiro

Noriaki Saihara: Ultimate Criminalogist

Noriaki is a seemly stoic person who doesn’t display a lot of outward emotion. He’s very physically skilled (thank you Maki) and highly competitive even if you can’t see it at a glance.

He can sharp-tongued and reserved, dryly teasing his fellow classmates. However, he is also shown to be very kind under his stoic exterior

He’s almost too observant for his own good, sometimes overthinking everything and everyone around him to the point where he freezes, not sure what to do. So, he spends during those moments in his studies, away from others and getting lost in his own intelligence. He may have issues with speaking up for himself, but he’s very good with people. He understands how they work and makes friends very easily.

He spends most of his time with the Momota twins and Eiko but in the end he’s friends with everyone in his class. He may or may not be oblivious to the fact that Kensuke and Hiroto may have a slight attraction with him.

Eiko Amami: Ultimate Explorer

She can be very friendly and chatty, but she also finds it hard to trust people despite this and doesn’t really open up to others, preferring to keep a level of distance. This means that while she has morals and convictions, she doesn’t have the same emotional investment which allows her to consider more morally ambiguous options if it’s a solution to whatever problem she’s facing.  She’s also very well educated. She knows a lot about many things, but especially about the world.

On a personal level, she has an odd sense of humour: a mix of deadpan and absurdist, but she never makes it clear when she’s joking which leads to a lot of awkward situations.

Kensuke Momota: Ultimate Astronomer

He looks pretty much a lot like his dad except he has lighter purple hair and has Kaede's eyes. Although he has a small ponytail keeping a bit of his spiky af hair (positionned below is ears) and a small goatee.

He’s….oddly intense about the subject of astronomy and he finds someone who will let him ramble, that person will be his friend for all time! Kanade nags how much her brother is a big nerd. But if you get past this one subject, he’s remarkably open minded to different people and good at conversation. 

Kensuke is very honest, boisterous and kind-hearted, having a straightforward way of thinking and following a specific code of chivalry that motivates him to live without regret. Thanks to his respectful and encouraging attitude, he's easily capable of making friends with most people he encounters, particularly those that show as much passion and resolve as he does.

Kanade Momota: Ultimate Violonist

Kanade is a strong willed and driven girl who is determined to see her goals through. She values her comrades deeply and has a sense of justice.

Kanade is also very compassionate and she listens to people’s needs. She enjoys helping people when they are distressed, and she often offers to give them a music piece if they need it.

Kanade is very optimistic, and is always looking at the good in people. She usually banters with her twin brother Kensuke.

One of her most bizarre traits is her odd taste for fashion, which totally doesn’t anger Ayana.

Hotaru Gokuhara: Ultimate Gardener

His everlasting need for answers and knowledge, can lead him to isolate himself and overthink at times, but nonetheless his curious nature never subsides. Willing to lend a hand to others, he can easily be befriended and is a person who would lend an ear to anyone. However, once he gets ahold of the conversation and what *he* wants to talk about (being the different variety of plants and the ecosystem)… It is nearly impossible to shut him up.

Sumire Shinguji: Ultimate Spiritualist

She has an encyclopedic knowledge of the various traditions and history of Japan and pretty much every culture around the world

She’s a lot like Angie, a little scatterbrained and odd, but 100% sincere. She still has a lot of self-discipline and unwavering conviction to her vision, but she’s very strict with both herself and others. 

Kaori Chabashira: Ultimate Jujustu Practionner

She has red hair which is mostly shoulder-length aside from the ear-length side bangs she sports and the short clump she leaves hanging down her forehead.

She’s a kindly and protective girl with a bit of a hero-complex where she must step in if she sees someone being hurt. She has a wide range of knowledge of both medicine and martial arts which aids her in both fighting people off and helping the injured. 

She can be clingy, especially if you’re someone she sees as needing protection but, in most cases, you don’t notice it unless something *really* bad happens. 

She’s very subtle.She’ll hang around them more than would be expected and act *very* supportive and defensive (especially towards her sister), even against small things like if there’s a small disagreement with them.

Yuri Chabashira: Ultimate Witchcraft Practionner

Yuri is a little ditzy, I’m just gonna put that out there. She’s a slow learner but with time she’ll understand.

She is very proud of her talent, since it’s the only thing she’s genuinely good at. She loves to talk about the meanings behind certain things in witchcraft and she knows everything there is to know about them.

She loves to practice with Sumire who “knows everything about everything” according to her, to Kaori’s annoyance.

Hiroto Oma: Ultimate Spy

He has white spiky hair with sideburns and has dark violet eyes.  He also wears black framed goggles/sunglasses.  

Hiroto Oma, also known as Agent H1-R0, is the Ultimate Spy. He was adopted by Kokichi. He's also part bionic (his left arm) because of a accident. He considers Kiibo as his second father. He's cunning, loves pranks and lying, but he's bad at lying because his setting make him show his emotions too easily and also blushes easily (just like Kiibo).

Headstrong, stubborn, determined, and slightly rash, Hiroto has no trouble working to get what he wants. He is always sure to but his best into everything though sometimes he messes up… a lot of the time he messes up. He is pretty brutally honest.

There are times where he will do reckless things, like lie when he shouldn’t, just to start drama. He’s a shit stirrer, but only when it’s not him who’s at fault. He is however quite serious with his talent, he has god like dexterity and a keen intellect to carry out any mission (infiltration…)

Ayana Iruma: Ultimate Stylist

Has long blue ashen blue and wears sunglasses like a headband

Ayana can create gorgeous outfits of all kinds. Despite being quite composed at work, except when her friends are here, she can be very loud and can be an uptight person who whines and gives sass a lot but is mostly a nice person.

She has it in her head that she always knows what she’s doing and if not, she can handle it regardless. It aids her in her creative pursuits as she’ll make as many mistakes as she needs until she reaches gold, and that gold is worth it. For her. Possibly not to the people who get caught up in said pursuits. Hiroto and her are partners for most things and share a lot of things. Oh, she also has a bit of a shipping mindset too.

Tadashi Tojo: Ultimate Host

He has very spiky sandy blonde hair, pale skin, bright green eyes and is quite tall. Despite his pretty sophisticated outfits, he almost always wear a beanie that his father gave him young.

Tadashi holds himself with a dignified air, but full of solemn wistfulness. He keeps a modest front, rarely cutting loose and maintains formality. His colleagues and friends express great surprise whenever he does relax. While generally a private person, he does recognize the importance of his duties and expresses confidence and faith in the abilities of his friends.

He can be said to be the voice of reason with his friends. He always lectures Hiroto and Ayana with their behavior. He and Sumire are close friends. Despite him being very composed, he also can be hot headed when he's "not in the mood"

He takes pride in his Ultimate Host talent. But because he's so hellbent on making everyone happy, he sometimes neglect his own health. Something Tadashi would do when facing something that hurts him, would be to suppress his emotions and push away any type of pain inflicted on him. He’s an excellent attendant to others, always aware of what they need and how to provide it. However, he’s very aware of the issues that come with giving too much so he’s very strict with himself about what he does. He tries to look at everything clinically, scheduling his life to the second in an attempt to make sure he balances everything…. he’s not so aware that this just stresses him out even more.

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Episode Reaction: 9x07 The Lady in White

@echoesout | @its-a-goode-day

It finally came and it was SO GOOD!!! Lily was phenomenal as always, and I so enjoyed getting to see her play a truly angry character, because I feel like she doesn’t get many opportunities. Also cool to see an older ghost that, like the ones in Murder House, is getting a little scatterbrained and out of touch.

I can still hear her screams. That’s all. 

And, we actually got a lot right with our theories! Lily was the lady in white and the mother of a former camper who died. We’ll also get to Dylan’s character later on, but for now, let’s talk about the Richters and what else we might see of them in the final two episodes!

The Richter Family

I called that kid being Benjamin Richter the minute I saw him. It was perfect, and it really explains so much. It’s so crazy how Benjamin really keeps just getting thrown in these situations where he thinks the only option is to kill, even though we do see that he’ll gladly take another choice if he sees one. But jeez, having your first kill be your mother? After she blames you for the death of your brother? No wonder he’s a little messed up. I feel bad for all of them, Lavinia included. I know she went kinda psycho and killed everyone in the camp, but still. It’s impossible not to sympathize when you’re watching Lily cry.

I do think we’re probably done seeing Lavinia, but it would be great if she showed up again, because there’s so much more to dive into with their relationship. Specifically, I have a suspicion that Benjamin’s father was not Lavinia’s husband. It just seems like a common trope that’s used to explain why one child is hated and the other one is loved. Having a child out of wedlock would go a long way to explain why Lavinia thinks of him the way she does--a parasite, responsible for ruining her life. 

Which brings me to another point: What’s her real motive in telling Benjamin to kill himself? She says it’s to protect his son, but I’m not sure I believe hearing about the baby gave her a change of heart. Not when earlier she said she wanted to watch him suffer for the rest of time. Trapping him in the camp where she can kill him over and over again would be a pretty good way to do that, so if that’s what she wanted, she’s got it now. And Margaret’s just returned, too. I wonder if she has any idea the way Lavinia used her? Probably not. She needed a little push, but the psycho was already there. Still, would be wild to see the two of them interact.

I’m pretty sure Lavinia didn’t have any good intentions convincing Benjamin to kill himself, I don’t think she has a good fiber in her being when it comes to him. And it’s history repeating: she convinced Margaret and she convinced Benjamin. Both of them were already halfway gone and just needed a little push. 

Another reason I’d love her to pop back up again is that there are rumors about a swamp monster, which could very well be Bobby’s ghost. If he is around and lurking in the lake, I want him and Lavinia and Benjamin to find each other and find peace. As far as the other Bobby Richter goes, the same source that told us about the flashback to the 40s also said there would be a flash forward to present day, and there have been rumors that Finn Whittrock will be playing Benjamin’s adult son. Knowing the kind of characters Finn usually plays on this show, I somehow doubt he’s grown up to be a well-adjusted young man, but then again this season has been all about breaking people out of their usual typecasts.

I’m 99% sure he’s playing old Bobby. He’s coming to the camp, 30 years after whatever events transpire in the Halloween celebration, to avenge his father. I actually thing he could be that allows Benjamin to rest in peace and leave the camp in the end. 

The Deadly Trio

I’m still confused about the deadly trio. Right now there’s more than 3 people with killing intentions at or on their way to the camp. Also, “a deadly trio” suggest that’s three people part of the same team, but could it mean three different parties? Like Ramirez, Brooke and Margaret (to name just three of them).

The best thing I can think of right now is Ramirez, Montana, and Xavier. They all really seem to just want everyone dead. Margaret, on the other hand, I don’t actually know about. She really just seems to want to cash in on this business venture. She didn’t plan the previous murder either, just took the opportunity that arose when Jingles came after her. Then again, she knows Jonas is still around. She must have thought about what would happen if any more of her previous kills were to show up during this festival and start revealing her secrets.

But also, being “hellbent on unleashing a new era at Camp Redwood” doesn’t necessarily mean a BAD era. Brooke, Donna, and Benjamin all just want the killing to be over. If they team up to clear the camp of all its evil--Margaret, the ghosts, Ramirez. It’s a long shot, but that part of the summary and the “former counselors try to keep history from repeating itself” COULD be talking about the same people.

Montana’s Plan

Montana’s plan is hilarious. And how fun it would be that it worked? I think it was established in season one that Billie Dean was already a grown woman when she discovered her powers, otherwise it would be super fun to watch a young version of her trying to communicate with the ghosts. I guess they could do that in the present with the flashforward, but we already know Sarah is not coming back so no Billie Dean. 

That would be so cool! But also, I feel like if they do go that route, we’re gonna need some explanation as to why no one in present day has heard about a way to free ghosts. OR maybe as part of the flashforward, no one will figure out how to free them until 2019, because I can’t really see how whoever this “lost soul” referenced in the final episode summary can get closure if there are no ghosts still there to talk to.

Brooke and Donna

I really liked this storyline, and watching Brooke becoming a badass. However, I’m a bit confused about Dylan’s character. Umm, is that it? Random serial killer that is left behind (alive, I might add). Is he following them to the camp? I’m glad Brooke and Donna teamed up and can’t wait to see them arrive at the camp. 

We didn’t even get a name! But considering they left him alive, I bet he’ll show up again. Otherwise, what was the point? Just to showcase Brooke’s badass glow up? I mean, maybe, but I feel like they could have come up with a better way to do so, give them flashbacks to how they’ve spent the past five years or just give them less screen time. It could be significant that he approached them after hearing that they were going to Redwood. He mentioned being a fan of Ramirez, but there’s no way he’d have known about Ramirez’ role in the events there unless he’d followed Brooke’s trial five years ago and believed her story...which like, possible that he’d been stalking her since she got out, but if so then you’d think he would have made a bigger deal out of it. He didn’t seem to actually know who they were.

Another thing that confuses me a little is how we’ve kind of glossed over Brooke knowing that Donna was behind releasing Jingles. She found out about all of that when Brooke was strung up in the tree net. Donna breaks her out and now they’re all cool again? Or has Brooke just decided to join up with her because there are bigger problems? Either way, I feel like it would have made more sense to address on screen.

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Butterfly Effect // BTS pt 1

Prompt: Kim y/n attends a college with multiple opportunities, a great English program, and lots and lots of boys. Even with her best friends Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung by her side, Will she make it through unscathed?

Will any of them?

Word count: 1598

Warnings: Reader will struggle with anxiety, depression, and related topics later on. Detailed warnings will be placed on those specific chapters.

A/N: this is kind of trash, whoops

“Fuck,” a harsh swear leaves Y/n’s lips as her foggy eyes adjust to read the time displayed on her phone. 8:24. “How am I going to get to class in six fucking minutes?” she angrily mumbles to herself.

-Scatterbrained, she attempts to quickly get dressed and out the door- late is not a good first impression to a college professor.

Not bothering to eat breakfast, Y/n grabs her bag and sprints out of the door of her dorm, nearly knocking a girl over on her way out.

Resorting to a speed walk once reaching the other side of the campus, her eyes stay glued on her schedule, trying to figure out where in the he-

Y/n gasps from a sudden collision, schedule flying out of her hands and bag slipping off her arm. She tries to stop herself as she watches the cement path coming up to meet her face when she feels a grip on her shoulders.

“Still clumsy as ever, I see. I guess some things never change . . . “

The familiar voice registers in her ears, Y/n’s heart suddenly pounding in her chest.

Once steady again, Y/n spins around to face a boy with faded blue hair.

“Tae?!”

She almost couldn’t believe it. Her best friend from school, one of the only people she could stand to be around for longer than an hour at a time - just happens to be going to the same college she is.

Taehyung holds out his arms,”Where’s my ‘first time I’ve seen you in months’ hug?”

Ignoring the very present issue of being late to class, she engulfs Taehyung into a bone-crushing hug.

“How come I didn’t know you were going to be attending this college?” She questions as the hug is broken.

“Because I really didn’t know where I was going, to be honest. Things just kind of ended up leading me here,” he shrugs and partially shows off his boxy smile. “Funny how that works, huh?”

Y/n nods, glancing slightly upwards,”Yeah, it is.”

Taehyung and Y/n fall into a walking pace next to each other, their previous endeavors forgotten momentarily.

“So, you seemed like you were kind of in a hurry. Where were you off to?”

A sigh leaves her lips,”English 101. It started at 8:30, though. So I think it’s a little late.”

“Uh, are you sure? I thought that class didn’t start until 9:30,” a crease forms between Tae’s brows,”Considering that’s also where I’m headed, that is, after I grab some coffee.”

Y/n stops in her tracks,”You can’t be serious. Are you saying I rushed for nothing? How come my schedule said 8:30 then?”

A small chuckle leaves his mouth,”Silly Y/n. You must not have checked your email, a few days ago the professor said the class will be pushed back to a new time due to some confusion. What would you do without me?”

“Probably be to class 50 minutes early.”

_____

After retrieving some much needed caffeine, Tae and Y/n walk happily to the first college class of their school careers. They were both in much better moods now that they knew they wouldn’t have to brave college without one another. They wondered if the day could possibly get any better.

______

“So, where you off to?” Tae glances at Y/n as she slides her things into her bag, the class finally having ended.

“I’m actually going to meet up with Hobi outside the dance studio. He’s been there for a few hours and wants to take a break,” Y/n responds, slinging her bag over her shoulder once again.

A crease forms between Tae’s eyebrows,”Hobi . . . as in Jung Hoseok? He’s a bit older than us, isn’t he?”

Y/n fails to stifle a giggle,”He’ been my best friend for a long time, our families were close.”

“Wouldn’t make sense for him to be closer to Jin? He is older than you after all.”

“Please, Tae. He reminds me of that enough,” Y/n rolls her eyes,”But yeah, there was some conflict with that a couple of years ago. We’ve decided we’re okay with sharing Hoseok, though.”

“That’s weird. I don’t remember seeing a lot of him.” he shakes his head slightly.

They begin to walk toward the dance studio, continuing the conversation about the creation of Y/n and Hobi’s unorthodox friendship.

“Well, he was really busy trying to prove himself as a dancer and occupied himself with street dancing pretty often. That’s how he got into this school, on his skill alone. We were all super proud of him.”

“That’s . . . impressive,” Y/n turns and looks at Tae with a bit of a smile, and he returns it.

“You guys walk so slowwwww! I’ve been dancing for like four hours and even I’m keeping a good pace,” Their heads snap up to Hobi exiting the dance studio a few yards ahead. “Please tell me you have some sort of nourishment on you.”

“You’re so dramatic oppa,” Y/n grumbles and pulls a granola bar out of her bag that had been thrown in there at some point.

“Thank god,” Hoseok grabs the food at the speed of light, quickly unwrapping it and shoving at least half in his mouth,”I see you brought a friend.”

“Hobi, you remember Tae. He was my best friend throughout school.”

Hoseok frowns, raising a hand to point to himself,”I thought I was your best friend.” crumbs fall out of his mouth and Tae chuckles silently.

“I said in school, silly,” y/n rolls her eyes once again,”how long are you on break for?”

“Mmm. I’m not sure. I’m holding some auditions for my dance group today,” Hoseok pushes the rest of the granola bar in his mouth, restricting his speech momentarily. “They’ll be showing up soon.”

“On the first day of school? You think any of the freshman dance majors will manage to not be intimidated by you? Or even the upperclassmen?”

His focus drifts away from their conversation, his eyes concentrating on something behind y/n and Taehyung.

“Apparently, I’m not as intimidating as you think,” he gestures behind them.

They turn to see a trail of 15 or so boys from all class levels walking with duffle bags strapped across their chests heading toward the campus’ dance studio.

“Oh.” Tae and y/n say in unison.

“Well, we’ll leave you to it,” Y/n braces for an overly sweaty hug and forehead kiss from Hobi before retreating back toward the center of campus with Tae.

They walk for a bit, just catching up about everything that’s happened since school ended. Why Tae dyed his hair blue, old boy drama with y/n, what made them decide to be English majors.

“Listen, I’m not gonna end up as one of those girls who post sad poems on Tumblr and hope that it blows up or something. I want my words to reach someone. To mean something.” Y/n sighs, leaning back on the park bench.

“I get it. Though, posting your poetry on a platform wouldn’t hurt. Constructive criticism is good for you,” Tae’s blue hair falls slightly as he tilts his head, y/n turning to glance at him.

Suddenly their faces are just a little too close, and the space feels small.

Before y/n can say anything, Tae’s lips press lightly on hers. Surprise floods her brain, and Tae pulls away almost as quick as he was there.

He shakes his head,”Nope. Didn’t think so.”

“Yeah, definitely not.”

They both sit in silence for a moment before turning to face each other, almost laughing instantly.

“What was that Tae?” she giggles again.

He scratches the back of his head,”Just, uh. Confirming something.”

y/n snorts,”What? The lack of romantic feelings between us?”

He smiles sheepishly,”It’s a little more than that.”

“Then what?” she sits up fully, turning to face him. His silence gives her a moment to think, and a realization dawns upon her. “Kim Taehyung, are you gay?”

“Well, when you say it like that . . . yeah.” His cheeks turn bright red, and a feeling of guilt washes over y/n. Had he been struggling with this throughout the entirety of their schools careers, and she just hadn’t known?

She engulfs him in a hug, hoping to wash away all of the uneasiness that had settled over Taehyung. It was the least she could do.

She pulls away,”I think that’s enough for today.”

Taehyung nods, agreeing,”I didn’t really plan for that.” he smiles a little, and y/n returns it.

“I think I’m gonna head home,” y/n says, standing up. “Just text me if you need anything.”

He nods, and it seems like Kim Taehyung will be sitting at this particular park bench for a little while longer.

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Kim Y/n was almost asleep. After all the walking she had done today, she wanted at least a little bit of rest before working on her first English assignment.

Today wasn’t so bad, she thought. I think college will be okay.

Her eyes begin to flutter, her senses going dull . . .

DING!

Her eyes pop open, a groan leaving her mouth.

Slipping her phone into her grip off of the soft surface of her bed, she clicks the home button to read a text from Hobi.

Party at one of my dance recruit’s flats tonight!!!!! I’m picking you up at 8, no questions asked. I refuse to not be in attendance for your first college party! Not to mention I have some rad news about my dance group ! See you later

- Hobi

Great.