#the orange side tease im INSANE

[angelwiththeblue-box]

screaming at the new sanders asides episode i love their dynamics so much

(closeups under the cut)

taglist: @thedrowningpoetofdionysus @thedragonemperess @genuine-possum @dramabeansoup @blueskiesandstarrynights @depressedtransguy (lemme know if u want to be added or removed)

[mingtinys]

Beautiful

pairing : lee donghyuck x gn!reader

fluff , angst , hurt / comfort

warnings : self-doubt , insecurities regarding looks and image

word count : 1.4k

a/n : trying to describe the position these fuckers were is was the absolute bane of my existence. anyways , im a haechan sympathist until the end .

Free days with you were few and far in between. Almost always fleeting or cut short much too soon by surprise dance practices and pressing interviews. Donghyuck knew this wasn't any fault of his own, his job kept his schedule booked and busy. But he still felt guilty and neglectful as a boyfriend at times.

You always assured him this wasn't the case. Claiming the nightly phone calls and quick coffee dates were more than enough. Still, he missed you.

So when his phone lights up with a cancelation message from his manager, he nearly jumps from his seat at breakfast. Mark reads the text aloud from his phone, ". . . a severe storm is set to roll in within the hour. Road travel has been deemed unsafe, all schedules for the day are postponed."

Donghyuck is smiling and typing away at his phone before Mark can get through the rescheduled dates. Texting you the news and urging you to get over as fast as possible ahead of the storm.

"Haechan, are you listening?"

Everyone must have thought he was even more insane than they already did. Giggling and rejoicing at a disastrous weather event. But deep down they all were, every single one of them needed a day off.

"Yeah yeah, the uh . . . thingy– is rescheduled to Tuesday. I got it." He mumbles, flicking his hand in the air to wave Taeyong off. He doesn't even bother glancing up from his phone, too fixated on your "on my way" message.

"Wednesday."

"That's what I said."

Deciding this wasn't the hill he was willing to die on, Taeyong lets the conversation go with a sigh, dismissing everyone to do their own thing for the day. Donghyuck is the first one up, rushing to wait by the door for you. It's only a ten-minute drive from your apartment to the dorms, but he's still impatient.

You barely make it inside as the first drops of rain begin to pour, and Donghyuck wastes no time in dragging your up to his empty room. Johnny must have gone to play video games with Mark and Jungwoo, leaving the two of you alone.

For hours, the two of you lounge around and just talk, conversing about anything and everything. The storm outside rages on, turning the sky black and the room dim with it. The only light provided is by Johnny's salt lamp on the nightstand. Its pink-orange glow casts a warm aura through the room, naturally calming the atmosphere.

And as the conversation dies down, Donghyuck takes a moment to admire the way the soft light highlights your features. It reflects off the raise of your cheekbones and the peak of your nose. Effectively illuminating your skin and casting shadows across the left side of your face. His gaze travels down to the curve of your jaw and dips of your collarbones that just peek out from the hoodie he let you borrow long ago. Each area is gently carved out and put on display by the soft light.

He suddenly becomes hyperaware of just how close the two of you are. With you sat in between his legs, face to face. Your knees are slightly bent over his thighs and feet planted behind him. Every point at which your skin makes contact with his sends volts of electricity through his nerves that could rival the lightning outside. Each time you lean a bit farther forward, he has to stop himself from lunging for a kiss. Knowing he'll lose all leverage for his own jokes when you inevitably tease him for being too eager and needy.

And when he finally lifts his gaze to your eyes, he finds you staring back. The corner of your lips turned up in a ghosted smile. Somehow your stare feels more intense than his ever could. Like it holds the weight of everything you feel for him. Which it might.

Donghyuck falters slightly. The sudden realization of the lack of effort into his appearance dawns on him. No makeup to make his skin appear clearer for interviews. Void of any tight and restrictive clothing meant to make him look skinnier or more buff on stage. He hadn't even bothered to fix his hair since he woke up. It all feels too … vulnerable. No quips or quick-witted jokes come to mind that can relieve him of the sinking feeling he's experiencing. The insecurities begin to pile and metastasize in the silence, and then–

"You're so beautiful." Your fingers brush against his cheek as you whisper it. The warmth of your palm cupping his jaw spreads to his cheeks faster than wildfire.

You're so beautiful.

Donghyuck has to repeat the phrase in his head before he can fully process it. His breath catches in his throat, and he's positive he looks like an idiot with how he freezes in place.

You're so beautiful.

He can't remember the last time he'd been called such. Or in a way that felt genuine at least. Sure, fans call him beautiful every day. But it was easy for their kind words to be drowned out by those who wished to hurt him by hurling insults. And despite how much he pretends not to care, they do get to him. More than the good does sometimes.

And of course, you always give him a plethora of passing compliments. Yet every time you call him handsome, sexy, or hot there is always a thought that lingers in the back of his mind. "They're just saying that because they're my partner. They have to." But beautiful . . . ? Donghyuck wasn't sure he'd even been associated with a word so delicate and enchanting. Honestly, it was a word he deemed only you to be deserving of. But the way your stare holds his, the genuine curve of your lips, and the love-glazed expression gracing your face makes him think, just maybe, the two of your could share it.

His mind feels as though it's crashing in on itself. A complicated mix of emotions stampeding to the forefront, ranging from doubt to pure bliss. Donghyuck's brain is so jumbled he doesn’t register the single tear trailing down his face until your thumb comes to swipe it away.

"Baby . . . what's wrong?" You ask innocently.

But that's the problem, nothing was wrong. Nothing at all, and yet he can't seem to stop more tears from leaking out. Any words that could possibly articulate the swarm of emotions swirling in his head die out before they can reach his tongue. Instead, something halfway between a gasp and a sob escapes his throat.

Your eyes are swimming with concern, darting back and forth as you analyze his features to try and piece together what went wrong. Except for this time, Donghyuck can't find it in himself to meet your gaze.

He drops his head and stops trying to speak, knowing if he does he'll just start crying. And the last thing he wants to do is cry, even as he can feel the dam breaking he attempts to hold it back. So he just shakes his head, hoping it will communicate what he can’t.

And surprisingly it does.

Because somehow, someway, you get it. You always have.

In lieu of everything, when others would call him stubborn and childish, you don't flinch. You don’t get frustrated or judge his tears, nor do you press for any sort of answer. Instead, you place a hand on the back of his neck and guide him to your chest. Kind and assuring promises spill from your lips as your fingers trail up and down his back.

"Take your time, it's okay." Your other hand finds its resting spot tangled in Donghyuck's hair. The sensation is so delicate, and once again he finds himself forcing down another sob. A deep breath in, a shaky breath out. However, it’s when your chin comes to rest atop his head after pressing a soft kiss to it that he finally feels safe enough to reach his breaking point. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, fisting the hem of your hoodie. Cries fill the empty space of his bedroom, they’re ugly and loud, and Donghyuck wonders if anyone else is close enough to hear them. It would be best if they weren’t.

There's probably snot and tears everywhere from how his nose is pressed up against your collarbone. But you mention nothing of it, allowing him to hide in your embrace for as long as it takes. Minutes, hours, days, and weeks, you promise to hold him for that and more.

Donghyuck tries to remember everything about this exact moment. Because he isn't sure if he'll be able to believe what you told him tomorrow. But he does today. Right now, he is beautiful and loved; puffy eyes, splotchy face, tears, and all. And what can be more beautiful than being viewed as such by the person who loves you most?

[momoshin]

29 + 33 + 64, ryujin ? (🎂)

you have no idea what time it is, but you must assume it hasn’t been that long since you fell asleep because it’s still night time when ryujin kisses your forehead. “i didn’t mean to wake you” she pouts, getting under the covers with you after removing her sleeping shorts. she smells like her usual orange creamsicle body wash, so you assume she stopped at the dorm to shower after practice.

“it’s fine, i was waiting for you” your arms wrap around her neck as you turn towards her and complete the embrace, both of you deprived of contact even though it’s been a little more than a day without seeing each other.

“i missed you” she starts “so much” kissing you over and over until you’re no longer sleepy and what were soft, platonic kisses start having a different effect on you.

“i missed you too” you answer, reciprocating her kisses and sighing when she tugs you closer to her. “baby?”

“hm?”, she opens her eyes that had been closed shut the entire time you were kissing, and licks her lips while looking at you.

“Show me how much you missed me.” your hand rests on her cheek and you watch her smile, eyes traveling to your lips for a few seconds before she’s pecking them and soon getting on her knees in the bed. ryujin holds eye contact with you while pulling your sweats and underwear off, a soft smile on her lips as she spreads your legs gently and moves on the bed to lay on her stomach, her face leveled with your core.

she doesn’t tease today, instead just drags her tongue up from your hole to your clit, tasting your arousal in her wake. ryujin’s favorite thing is always hearing you moan whenever she does something to you, she loves your reactions more than anything. your hand eventually tangles in her hair, not much to pull the strands or push her closer to you but to be touching her in some other way that wasn’t her mouth.

she looks at you sometimes, and the eye contact along with her mouth on you makes you shiver under her, biting your lip to refrain yourself from yelling her name along with multiple cuss words

“the first time i get to make you feel good in almost a week and i can’t hear you?” she pouts when she pulls away from your cunt “thats no fun”

“it’s 1 am” you sigh, opening your arms for her when she rises, only holding herself on one arm because the other one she’s using to finger you now

“i don’t care” her voice is incredibly soft for what she’s doing to you “let me hear you baby, please” her lips press across your jaw and neck, wet kisses driving you insane with the pace of her fingers.

“jinie- it’s too late” the nickname does come out as a moan and she can’t help but smirk proudly, repeating the same action with her fingers to make you moan again “but it feels so good”

“i know baby, i know” she’s not making fun of you or teasing you like other times, she’s just soft and understanding as she kisses all over your upper body, sucking some pressure into the skin of your throat.

you gasp and roll her name out of your tongue one, two, three times, holding her hand where it was “right there, im close- fuck me, please jinie”

“you’re so cute” she sucks a few more marks on your neck, using her thumb to play with your clit and finally pushing you over the edge. “im so in love with you”

you can’t reply right away, needing a few minutes to calm down and come back to your senses like she hadn’t just fucked the energy out of you a minute ago. but when you do, you place your hands on her cheeks and stare into her eyes, giggling when her stare back makes you nervous. “im in love with you too, so much” you peck her lips, and it’s soft kisses for so long, just pecking each others lips and holding one another.

“I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.” you tuck her hair behind her ear, your favorite pink, soft lips curling in a smile as she hides her face in your neck. “i mean it”

“good.” she lifts her head back “that was my plan all along” she smiles, pecking your lips again “make you all mine” ryujin sing-songs, eyes almost closed due to the lack of sleep, but she still pecks your lips even tho you’re giggling at her previous comment, and pushes her tongue between your lips, initiating something more sexual than the soft pecks you were sharing before, eliciting other moans out of you as she begins to thrust her hips against yours.

“you’re tired” you whisper, pulling away from her lips and opening your eyes to look at her but she just shakes her head and breaks apart from your embrace, trying as quickly and best as she can to remove her underwear before getting back in bed and grabbing one of your legs to fit between them like she always did.

“one more” she whispers, leaning down to kiss your lips “with me” before swiveling her hips in the perfect angle. you’re so sensitive, whimpering and closing your eyes with your hands and nails digging into her sides, she can see how much you’re struggling, so she coaxes you through it kissing your cheeks and nose “you okay baby?”

“a little s-sensitive” you whisper, gasping when she particularly rolls her hips

“do you want me to stop?” she’s completely serious, eyes looking for any sign of discomfort in your face

“n-no. you feel so good” in response, ryujin chuckles and kisses your nose, speeding up her hips a little not only to help you cum faster but because she was also desperate to cum soon.

“you too baby” she finally moans, throwing her head back slightly “you know how much i love tribbing, right?”

“y-yes” one of your hands clutches her bicep next,

“im glad” she kisses your lips next, pecking over and over swallowing some of your moans making the wet sounds between the two of you the only thing audible in the room. you can’t imagine how tired her legs must be, her thighs, after a whole day of practice and now doing all the work, but she won’t let you do it either, so you make a mental note to give her legs a massage first thing tomorrow before she leaves, maybe other places too.

“it’s too much” you gasp, tears filling your eyes as you try to hold your orgasm until you knew she was close too.

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” her whispers do their job at reassuring you, along with her kisses on your neck and clavicles before she has to pull away to moan at how close she is to her own climax “im gonna cum-“ she waits for you to nod, and soon the two of you are cumming together, eyes squinted shut with curses and your names coming out of each other’s lips in moans and whimpers, some more silent than others.

she falls immediately on your chest, pushing you to wrap your arms around her and kiss her sweaty forehead while she closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths in order to recompose herself..

[sugar-quilled]

ron weasley x reader

request

a/n: i slipped from the topic a little bit, pretty sure what i wrote isn't teasing, and if you'd like me to change it just tell me :)

summary: While visiting Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Ron's clothes get sucked into a machine. All of them, except for his boxers.

genre: comedy and (im not sure if this counts as fluff but) fluff

word count: 1.6k

pronouns: not used

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Diagon Alley was packed, as it always was at the start of a term. Underneath a beautifully clear sky, students were seen hurrying to purchase potion ingredients and new robes. Those that had already purchased the items on their Hogwarts list were seen crowding around a new and extremely flashy building.

The store front was painted in a shocking orange color, with a large figure standing inside a window and tipping his top hat to the surrounding crowd below. In neat, gold printing, the store was identified to be none other than Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

You entered through the door amongst other eager shoppers, and immediately heard a circus-like music, coupled with the chatter of about 50 people.

Shelves on shelves of brightly colored goods and at least 4 oddly built staircases met your eyes. Immediately to your left was a brightly colored display of candy. Your walked closer, and Fred and George Weasley popped out from a counter nearby.

"Taking a look at those nosebleed nougats are you, Y/N?"

"We've got samples over here if you like-"

"Just eat the red and you'll see the red!"

"And one bite of the other side will stop it just like that."

"And fever fudge!"

"There's only a bit of those puking pastilles left, clearly we're due for a restock, Fred."

"Well, Y/N, welcome to our shop and go enjoy yourself! Call us if you need any help and we'll be right by your side in a jiffy. Now come on, George, one kid over there looks mightily suspicious."

You smiled after the twins' backs, not even angry that they hadn't let you get a word in, when you spotted Ron Weasley taking a look at Headless Hats—now on sale for 1 galleon and 8 sickles! Your previous conversation (could you even call it a conversation?) with the twins immediately left your brain and you made your way over.

Ron had been a long time crush of yours. In fact, the two year anniversary of your feelings was yesterday, and you celebrated by having a whole-hearted sobbing fest while your friends stared awkwardly at each other and tried to console you. Not that your friendship wasn't something to be happy about, but Merlin you just wished you could hold his hand. Romantically. You didn't think Ron could ever like you, what with his being best friends with Hermione Granger who was both insanely smart and jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

"Ron! It's nice to see you!"

He immediately swung around and burst into a very toothy grin. "Y/N! It's nice to see you too! What's up?"

You smiled back. "Nothing much! Your brothers' shop is gorgeous! The, uhh, those nosebleed nougats are really fascinating. And you? How was your summer?"

Ron put a headless hat down and strode closer to you to check out a row of punching telescopes. "Quite uneventful, to be honest. But yeah this stuff they came up with? Have you seen the smart-answer quills? Blimey I'd never have to ask Hermione for help again! And those fainting fancies. Reckon Snape'll believe one of those?"

You laughed. "Are you planning to faint during a lecture? It's our N.E.W.T year, you'll need all the information you can get."

Just then, Fred and George appeared right behind you.

"Having a good conversation, Ron?" Fred said cheerfully, elbowing Ron in the ribs—"Ow, Fred leave us alone!"—"Do you two want to check out the back?"

"Just don't steal anything, Y/N," George winked.

"Unless that something is Ron's heart," Fred muttered. Or you thought he muttered. But the twins' expressions had been wiped blank so that you couldn't tell whether Fred had really said it, and Ron had busied himself in untangling two extendable ears, so whether he had blushed or hadn't, you also couldn't tell.

"Lead the way, George!" Fred chortled, and swept away.

"Alright then. Right this way, you two!"

George led you and Ron, whose mouth seemed to be clamped shut, weaving past shelves higher than you to a door at the very back of the store. A small plaque on the door said: "Weasleys Working: In Progress." He twisted open the door, and beckoned both of you in. Right in front of you was a huge lab and packaging station. You could see potions brewing to your right, and to your left, there were two witches packaging a box of puking pastilles.

"So," George started, "welcome to our work station! Y/N, you might have seen a big gray thing over there upon entrance." He pointed. You looked. "That is actually something we've just installed in and its a bit of muggle machinery. Michelle and Rosalyn over there," he nodded towards the two witches, "used to have to do all the wand work manually but this big old thing makes some parts automatic. Quite useful!"

You stared at the big metal machine. There was a sort of chute at one end, and a big pipe leading up and into the ceiling.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it, and Michelle and Rosalyn," he called, "would you mind helping me out in the main area? Fred's left to check on the upstairs, and there's too many people waiting in line for purchasing." George gave Ron a ginormous wink, and left the room. The door swung back and clicked to a close.

You walked over to the muggle machine, very aware of Ron trailing behind you.

"Blimey, that thing's big. What does it even do?"

"I don't know, it looks like something that deposits goods into this bin under it. I'm not really sure where the goods come from though."

Ron circled the massive thing twice, and the second time, he tripped over a wire. Thankfully, he managed to stand himself upright with one hand leaning on the machine.

You laughed at him, and he looked embarrassedly back with a forced chuckle.

Then there was a loud whirring noise, and as Ron turned around in fright, the thing began sucking.

You were wrong. It didn't deposit things. It took them to be deposited.

With a frantic yell and many grabs at a nearby table, Ron's clothes ripped off. The machine sent them rattling through the chute and the whirring noise came to a stop.

Well. Not all of his clothes.

Ron was left standing in a pair of heart adorned boxers. Red hearts.

He tried his best to cover himself, but seeing as he only had two hands and more than two things on display, it was quite difficult.

You realized that you were staring and quickly looked away.

Ron was carefully looking at anywhere but your face.

After quite a long time's silence, your croaked out, "nice boxers, uh... dude," while looking at the ceiling. A giggle escaped despite your attempts at keeping it in, and you were sure Ron's face now matched the color of his hair.

"If you tell this to Gred- I mean, Fred or Gor- George, I'll-" he started shakily, "I'll die."

Seeing as he wasn't threatening you and assuming this meant friendly conversation could be engaged, you stammered, "they really suit you. You know, the red and all. Although I'd suggest a green pair next time. Because of the color wheel and those two are compl-"

Ron had burst into shaky, suppressed laughter.

"Never- never mind my fashion choices, how the bloody hell am I supposed to get my clothes back?"

"Well I don't see why you want them back. I mean think of the ladies you'd get by walking down the street with this lovely attire. Maybe for accessories you can add a bit more red by eating a nosebleed nougat, I'm sure I saw a few when I entered."

Both of you were laughing now, but a yell of shock from upstairs made both of you jolt.

"Oh no, no, no," Ron muttered, darting his eyes around as if trying to find a hiding spot, "Fred's upstairs, he knows what I was wearing, oh no, no-"

The door swung open. Fred was standing in the doorway looking highly amused.

"Ron, I thought you said you'd never wear those! Aunty Muriel will be pleased her present wasn't a waste of money!" Fred exclaimed, striding into the room and circling Ron, who was shaking fiercely. "They do compliment your hair, maybe I'll have to borrow the pair one day."

You choked back a laugh, bursting a vein for sure, when Fred rounded on you.

"I didn't know you two were already on this level of your relationship. Looks like Ron here neglected to tell me some bits!" Fred said cheerfully, waving his wand so that Ron looked perfectly normal again, except that his entire face was now the same color as the hearts on the boxers underneath the normality.

"Well I daresay you two have looked around, I was up there nearly 10 minutes," Fred continued, gesturing towards the door, "and Y/N, regrettably we have no products that erase recent memories-"

"Shut up," Ron muttered, walking towards the door.

"-but the idea is certainly a brilliant one and I'll be sure to start developing it." Fred gave a hearty wink as both Ron and you had exited the room, and closed the door.

You looked at Ron. He looked back.

"Well you know I never said I wanted to erase that memory. You did look quite marvelous."

Ron laughed, though his face still looked like he supported the UK Quidditch team.

"You should really take my suggestion of that green pair, and I wouldn't mind seeing how that looks either."

Both of you doubled over in laughter.

"And," you choked, "a pair of shoes to match wouldn't hurt either, though I daresay you'd rather go barefoot? Shoes shouldn't be worn to bed, after all."

There were definitely tears coming out your eyes now, and the two of you stumbled drunkily, still shaking with laughter, out the shop and down the ever so full streets of Diagon Alley.

[em0avacado]

The New Neighbour- Angel Reyes

A/N: So this is the very first fic im posting here on tumblr and i’m lowkey nervous but aye who cares? I hope y’all enjoy this? maybe some feedback? thatd be appreciated but anyways here we go.

there’s no trigger warnings aside from some swearing? i think??

word count is : 1318 words

The very first time she ever saw Angel Reyes was late on a sunny, overwhelmingly hot afternoon and she was in the middle of hauling boxes from the rusting grey truck that sat in the dead center of her driveway. Fifteen steps from the door to the truck, and fifteen vice versa. Counting each time she went back for yet another dull brown box, it’s contents scribbled lazily on the lid as she stacked them in the first room of the house she’d purchased to get away from a life she’d rather forget.

She caught a quick glimpse of her neighbour just before stepping past the threshold of her front door. A tall man, a very handsome, tall man, defined features, his brows pulled together, and she couldn’t pin if it was curiosity or frustration but the few lines that creased deep between his furrowed eyebrows were very apparent. Setting the second last box on the ground next to the towers built with previous, identical, brown boxes, she headed out with a little more pep in her step to grab the last box and lock up the truck. A slight hope to catch another glimpse at the beautiful stranger dissipated when he wasn’t standing in his own driveway, a shrug fell from her shoulders as she went back, grabbing the last box and locking up the truck. Heading back in, she began her journey of unboxing and creating a fresh start for herself.

The second time she saw Angel Reyes, she was, once again, on her way back into her home, except this time all she had on her was a black bag that hung off her left shoulder, her arm cradled against the zipper and her hand wrapped around the strap. Strands of her hair stuck out every which way, the bun that sat snug to the top of her head just hours ago was slouched to the side, a very obvious depiction of how her day had went. It had been very late in the evening, the sun was just setting and she was surrounded with orange and yellow hues, a set of colours that seemed to perfectly compliment the skin tone of the man who lived next door. His kutte with the word ‘Mayans’ plastered on the back, she could tell that he wore the leather with a sense of pride. His hair smoothly slicked back, the sleeves flannel he wore hugged his defined biceps perfectly. A small smile curled the corners of her lips upwards, she gave him a slight nod, to which he returned, as she shoved her key in the lock of her front door. Dropping her bag to the ground once inside, she was about ready to collapse just like that, on her bed.

That’s how it had gone for weeks, she was on her way into her home, when he was just leaving, some days she didn’t even catch him in the corner of her eye as she made her way home. But, one a Saturday, her first time off in months after working her hands to the bone and hardly getting enough sleep, she nearly slept the day away, but late afternoon, she dragged her sluggish self out of bed and decided it was the perfect day to start one of the books that had been collecting dust on her shelves.

The porch that surrounded the front of her home was minimal, but there was enough space for a few chairs and a little table that sat beside the chair she was glued to. A thick set of glasses perched on the bridge the nose that was buried deep within the spine of the book in her hands. She had her hair up again, a massive, sloppy mess of thick curls thrown together at the top of her head, a few stray curls springing loose here and there. Her eyes ran along the sentences that lined the page, picking up pace as the story got more and more intense. She barely noticed the footsteps coming up the two wooden steps to her little porch, stuck with her eyes on the turning pages.

“Uh, hello?” a velvety smooth voice spoke up after a few moments, she would’ve jumped, had she heard him fully. Mouthing the words on the page softly to herself as her eyes continued to flit down the next part of the story.

“You know, ignoring people is rude, your ma never teach you that?” the same voice spoke up again, and had it not been in that moment, she might’ve been attracted to the voice had she not show obvious signs of irritation when he interrupted her. “heelllooooo? Are you dead?” it popped up again.

“Shut the fuck up. no way.” she muttered, still largely engrossed in the book at hand and only half realizing there was someone just a few short feet away from her. She turned to the next page so fast she could’ve probably given herself a paper cut. Her eyes quickly glazed over with tears, suddenly riddled with emotion as the story took a dark turn, which is when the man on her porch took it upon himself to snap his fingers in front of her face. Of course, for some odd reason, she took it upon herself to grab onto his hand and sink her teeth into his arm, immediately alarming him as his eyes blew wide.

Yanking his arm from her grasp, which is when her mind came fully too, and realization hit her. Her hands flew to her face, covering her mouth quickly and her book hitting the ground as she stood up. “oh my god! holy shit! i’m so, SO sorry!”

A fit of laughter rolled passed his lips, shaking his head at her. He looked at her like she was entirely insane, and she was. But in hilarious ways.

“is that how you greet all your new neighbours?” he inquired, raising one of his perfectly shaped brows at the woman. “because if it is, do you mind me asking where you’re from?” that smirk on his face was one that appeared quickly, but one that she wouldn’t ever forget. “I’m Angel, by the way. Angel Reyes.” he said, his other hand rubbing over the very obvious teeth marks in his wrist.

Some nights, Angel would add a few details here and there, depending on just how tired their kids were, but tonight, by the time he got to the part where they’d usual start giggling by the time they got to the part where their mom bit their dad before they even really met, they were out cold. It was a routine, every night your husband made it home in time for bed, your boys would usher into his lap and theyd ask him to tell stories about how mommy and daddy fell in love. Your oldest was barely nine, your youngest just turned six and your home was filled with so much love.

With gentle ease, Angel set each boy down in their beds and he snuck out of the room, shutting off the lights and closing the door, he made his way into the bedroom where she’d just gotten out of the shower. Applying lotion to her legs, she stood in the clouds of fog that poured out the bathroom door, highlighting every inch of her. A smile made its way to his lips, seeing the love of his life standing there in all her glory, projecting nothing but beauty and confidence. “You know, mi vida, every time I tell them that story, I fall harder for you.” he cooed at her, stepping closer, his hands found their way around her waist. “and every time i see you like this, I get harder for you.” he whispered, leaning closer to her ear. A soft fit of giggles escaped her lips, rolling her eyes at his teasing.

[stuntgirlatthevampiremansion]

To the Rhythm of the Ocean

Pairing: Jake Kiszka/reader

word count: 2,226

warnings: first person POV, the reader is mentioned to be an artist and bisexual but it is not important to the plot. Other than that its just a fluffy day at the beach. 😊

A/n: at last, I finally wrote a fic. It is extremely self-indulgent and was inspired by some anons that @safari-karrot got that I definitely did NOT send ;). I also want to thank Kate for being my beta! I worked pretty hard on it and im proud of it. Hope you enjoy!

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Walking into the elevator of my apartment complex, I was able to let my shoulders relax and my guard down for the first time all day. The day at the studio was intense today, and for all the wrong reasons. No matter how much I tried, I wasn’t able to create anything, as if all of the motivation and drive to do my work had burned out. I was burnt out. I was lucky enough to score an apartment next door to a pair of twins, Jake and Josh, who quickly became good friends. And even more fortunate, they had come back home this week from recording with their band, which meant I could spend my afternoon with them instead of alone in my own apartment. 

I entered my house and set my bags and work down on the dining table. It was impossible to make out where the table was under pile of unfinished sketches and work plans, but that was a tomorrow problem. I put on the kettle to make some tea and shot Jake a text asking if I could come over. 

  Jake... in the last couple of years that i have known the twins, the have become an indispensable part of my life. We take turns cooking for the three of us and hosting movie nights, an even go do laundry together. Having them away for so long felt like a hole had been carved out of my soul, and it also made my harboring crush on Jake ache deeper and deeper. He was unlike anyone I had ever met, we understood each other in a way I never thought I would have with anyone, yet he was still an enigma. He was insanely talented and driven, and he was smart. And kind. And funny. And extremely easy on the eyes. I would never tell him this though, his friendship is all I can get, and I’ll learn to live with that. 

His text came back telling me that his door was open. I finished and drank my tea, washed my face, changed into more comfortable clothes, and made my way next door. 

When I came into the twins’s apartment Jake was sitting on the sofa playing his guitar, a small notebook sat on his lap. At my entrance, he sent a smile my way, but continued playing. 

“Where is Josh?” 

“He’s out filming. Why, did you need him?” 

“No, just wonderin’.” 

“You know, if you just want to hang out with me to try to get into my brother’s pants, you could have just told me. And I want no part of it. Here I was thinking we were best friends.” He teased and wiped fake tears from his eyes, but his smile said that he was just messing. That did not, however, stop my nerves. Best friend.

“I do not want to get into your brother’s pants, Jake. They wouldn’t fit me.” I took of my boots and plopped on the couch next to him. “I’m your best friend?! What about Josh, Danny and Sam?”

“That’s different, they’re my brothers.”

“Hm... I guess you’re a fine friend too, one could even say the best one I’ve had.” Friend. 

“And the best one you’ll ever have.” He set his guitar down to his other side, “how was the studio today? Any new paintings?“ 

I let out an exasperated sigh “I wish. I am incredible burned out, I can barely even pick up a pencil! I have gotten close to nothing done all week and Rachel keeps asking me out, I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Rachel? What did you say?” If I didn’t know better I would’ve thought I saw pain flash across his face.

“I told her no, but that is besides the point. I’m just so out of it...” 

“You do look like you need some adventure.”

“You could say that” 

“You know what?” He got up from the couch and pulled me to stand with him. “I’ll give it to you. Go get dressed, I’ll get everything ready.” 

  “What? Where are we going?”

“If i tell you it wont be a surprise. Now go to your house and get ready.” 

“Then what do I wear?”

He seemed to think about it for a while, then said “something comfortable, but tropical.” 

“Jake, that tells me absolutely nothing—“

“You’ll figure it out. Now leave, and don’t come back unless you’re on party business.” It was futile to keep going so I just stuck my tongue back at him and walked out of the door and into my apartment. 

I settled on wearing a short blue sundress, boots, and a pair of sunglasses. I walked back into his apartment to find Jake in the shortest shorts i have even seen him wear, an unbuttoned white shirt, and his signature combination of necklaces and a bucket hat. “Are those Sam’s?” 

“No, I own shorts too.” He put down two boxes on the coffee table and looked me over once. “That is exactly what I meant! Now carry this to the car.” He handed me a box full of snacks and drinks and we made our way down to the car. 

I rode shotgun. He still refused to tell where we were headed. No matter how much I pushed and tried to wear him down, he just said to wait and find out. We got busy talking and listening to music and I gave up asking. Instead, I admired the scenery passing around us, and I admired Jake, with the windows down, his hair wild in the wind, and rocking out to our playlist. He had the ability to make me happy by just taking me on a drive. He didn’t even have to try. 

Eventually the buildings turned into trees, and the trees to palm trees, until finally we arrived at a clearing by the ocean. Jake parked the car, “We’re here!”

“You brought me to the beach!” He brought me to the beach! The ocean! The one place I loved most in the world. “I could marry you right now!” I threw my arms around him and jumped out of the car. My boots were off in a second and by the next my feet were already in the water. Jake did the same before joining me at the shore. 

“So, was it a good surprise?” I could hear his smile without even looking at him. And he knew the answer before I even spoke.

“The best! Thank you, Jake. Really.” 

We set on an easy pace through the shore, side by side. Each picking out seashells and skipping rocks on the water. The sun wasn’t unbearable, for it was afternoon. The sky was blue and almost cloudless, the only thing that altered it were the shapes of birds flying overhead. The sand was coarse and stuck to our feet, but it wasn’t burning. The sea... it was an array of the bluest blues one could imagine, all coexisting for our pleasure. Jake was glowing,  and I must have been too, I was incandescently happy. 

Back at the car, I set out our snacks and liquor while Jake put in some music. Halfway through our first meal and first bottle, Jake turned up the radio, and waited for my reaction.

“I love this song!”

“I know you do, thats why I put it.” He took our food and put it away on the roof of the car; and for the second time today, pulled me by the hand to stand. “let’s dance” 

His touch sent electric currents up my back. Best friend. “this song isn’t danceable, Jake!”

“It is if we want it to be.” And he held my hand in his and dragged me towards the clearing. The breeze was calming, the sea was a splendid blue. The waves lapped at the shore, not strong enough to disrupt our song.

Turns out, the song was danceable after all; and so were all the others that came after it. We held each other while we took turns twirling and laughing, belting our lyrics and acting out the drama of the songs. Every lick of his fingers on my skin left a burning sensation, yet I couldn't get enough. If he knew what this was doing to me... If he knew I was drunk on him and falling on every shared glance, every smile, every touch. 

The sun started its descend and our dancing got closer. He held his hands of my waist, my chest pressed against his, my hands on his shoulders as we swayed around our little ballroom of a clearing. My spine tingled, with every inhale, I got drunk in his scent of pine and peppermint.   

We got lost in our dancing, and then he got lost in the horizon. The sky had started to turn all shades of orange and pink, the water glimmered upon our eyes like tiny mirrors. A pelican flew over us and dived into the water in search for dinner. 

We had stopped moving, yet his hands remained placed at the small of my back, he looked at ease. My fingers twirled a strand of his hair, he didn’t mind. 

He looked like he belonged in the landscape, to the oranges and pinks that tinted the sky, he belonged to nature.

And I belonged looking at him, within arms reach yet so unattainable. He would always be a mystery. There was always more to him than met the eye, and even after years of knowing him, I hadn’t deciphered him completely. And I didn’t intend to, he was just like that. And he wasn’t mine to understand like that. 

If all I would get were stolen glances with the setting sun as out witness, I’d take it. Because right here, right now, the sight before me was one to behold. Jakes eyes were transfixed on the horizon, his mouth agape. The sun was finally hiding behind the waves, which mean our day was coming to an end. I tried not to think about it, I wouldn’t let the sun steal the light of this day from me. Ocean breeze ruffled his long hair, and as I saw the last light of day melt into his golden brown eyes, I knew that home wasn’t a place. Home is a person. And he was mine. But he would never know, for I doubted I’d be his. 

I was thrown out of my daydream when he slightly pulled back and chuckled. “ So home is a person, huh?” 

“I— “ I said that out loud. Shit shit shit. I just stared at him like a deer in the headlights. There was no way to dig myself out of this, so I remained silent. Though my hear was beating like a drum and I was certain that he could feel it due to how close he still held on. Best friends don’t say that. 

There was a shit-eating grin on his face, one that said he certainly knew what was going through my head. Instead of taunting me further, he said the words I’d most longed fo hear. 

“Then you are certainly mine” 

Nothing could stop the smile that broke out across both of our faces at that.  “And you mine” 

Before he had time to reply, I grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine. There was static in the air, his lips were incredibly soft and tasted of coffee and chocolate. His mouth moved with expertise against mine, he held me close. Closer. Closer even still, until there was no space left between us. My heart was pounding, he licked at my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I gave, and deepened the kiss. My hands held on to him tightly, as if he would disappear would I let go. He dipped me slightly and I swore I would fall on the sand if he hadn’t held me. The purple sky could’ve turned bright yellow and I would have paid no attention. 

We pulled apart for air and the sun was completely gone. 

“Jake, I—“

“I know, I feel it too. I have for a while.”

“I was so scared that you wouldn't. Ive felt this way for you for the longest time, I—” 

“But I do!” 

“But you do!”

He pecked my lips and whispered close to my ear “And if you want, we’ll make it official. Right now. You and me, and a million sunsets to come.”

“I’m yours for as long as you want me, Jake.”

“And I’m yours forever, y/n. Even when i’m far away.” 

No words could describe what I felt. It’s as if my blood was replaced by honey and my ribcage contained the moon in all her love and glory.  “I wish I could stay here forever, in this moment. With you, and round the world.”

“Check the trunk.” He smiled too wide and untangled his arms from mine.

I reluctantly let go of him and walked towards the car. He tossed me the keys and I popped the trunk open to see the second box Jake hadn’t let me look into. I opened it and found all sorts of camping gear: One tent, two sleeping bags, toiletries, even pajamas. Jake creeped up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. I turned around with an incredulous grin.

“Is that a tent?!”

“That is a tent, sweetheart.”

The end.

—- A/N: I literally CANNOT write unless its in 1st POV. This is 100% self-indulgent, and I have no idea how to write a kiss. Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! 

[evolsinner]

⊱┊7

with the moment past {definitely not mentally}, i make my way to the lounge.

“hey, rosé?”

i see him seated on a 3 seat sofa.

a, i hope he didn’t see the way i shaved my hair down there into a love heart... b, he def saw my boobies!!

“y~yes, mr killian?”

“you hungry or something? i can order you some pizza.”

hell, i’m famished, can’t remember the last time i ate.

“no, aha…”

“you sure?”

“actually, yeah, i am, a little... sorry if that’s an inconvenience.”

“no, not at all! don’t be silly. i’m starving.”

i restrict a smile.

“here,” he shifts to the side, patting the middle seat, “make yourself comfortable. i’ll order some now.”

i place his hoody on the armrest and sit on the other end instead; don’t have it in me to sit right next to him. we would be like idk touching and whatnot. amongst the remote and his wallet, he grabs his phone from the middle seat, dialling a number.

“pineapple on pizza?” he faces me, holding the phone to his ear.

i fucking love pineapple on pizza.

“100%,” i reply confidently.

he grins.

i have just found my soulmate.

i admire how laid back he looks: his white untucked dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal thick veins and a dark tan, tie tossed on the table. is this how every male teacher looks after work?

‘cause, yummy!

“takeaway. one large vegetarian and one large hawaiian...with extra pineapple, please,” sir glances at me adorably. “cheers, sweetheart,” he hangs up after giving his number and address for the order. “should be here in 40 mins,” he informs me, “catch,” and tosses the remote at me. “pick a movie. make it a good one. i’m gonna go freshen up quickly.”

can i come?

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

i struggle to find a goddamn movie!

sir’s phone vibrates and i look across at it. why does that thing be buzzing and ringing all the time? i mean... hmm… i lean all the way back, peeping down the hallway. i listen to see if the shower is still on.

🚿pshhshhshhshhshhshh

oh good, it’s still on. i sneakily pick up his orange google pixel 4 xl mobile phone. okay, let’s see, what’s his passcode? says his pin contains at least four digits. hmm...

1 2 3 4

incorrect pin entered

4 3 2 1

incorrect pin entered

6 9 6 9

incorrect pin entered

his birth year, maybe?

1 9 8 1

incorrect pin entered

it’s definitely mine, then.

2 0 0 0

try again in 30 seconds

fuck, what is it?!

now i’m adamant.

a while later, i listen for the shower again. no sound. fuck me! i also haven’t even picked a movie yet! i grasp the remote and quickly flip through the movies. in ‘newly added’ a film that goes by the name ‘barefoot’ {2014} appears. this’ll do. i haphazardly click on it, put his phone back in the middle seat and swiftly bring my knees up on the sofa.

bathroom door opens and mr killian returns, setting himself down.

and ohhhh boy, oh jesus h. christ, he is wearing grey sweatpants. grey. sweatpants. oh my goddddddd!!!!

🎵dun da daaaaa! dunda dunda da dun dadada oo oo oooooo dun da da

i cringe, really should have skipped the first 10 mins or something.

sir looks at me with an amused expression, “just started?”

i nod, embarrassed.

then he cracks up a little, “how long did it take for you to pick a film?”

“i paused it, was waiting for you.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“alrighty then,” he slumps down, letting me get away with the white lie. “this better be good or else you’re held accountable.”

the professional teacher’s vibe is disappearing and transforming into a perky one.

he’s wearing a loose t~shirt with long sleeves and it’s even rolled up. his hair is damp and floppy, making him so much more attractive. he runs his hands through it, flipping it back as the stray droplets of water roll down his neck. i would gladly lick them off for him if he doesn’t mind...

“why’s my phone locked for 60 minutes?”

“huh?” i snap out of my daydream.

“my phone, why’s it locked?”

*ding dong.*

“maybe...you put the wrong password in?”

“pretty sure i didn’t, and you’re the only other person in this house, no?”

*ding dong!*

“aha..ha,” i giggle nervously.

“does it look like i’m laughing?” he asks me condescendingly.

my smile disappears.

*ding dong! ding dong! ding dong! ding dong!*

“ight, i’m coming!!” sir shouts, grabbing his wallet. “..jesus christ, break my damn doorbell, will you..” he mutters under his breath angrily.

bit hot...

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

i only ate 2 slices of pizza so i wouldn’t look like a fat bitch in front of sir. he, however, didn’t even eat any. so much for being ‘starving’. he was just casually watching me eat. i could feel his eyes on me each time i took a bite and the odd olive or pineapple went rolling down into my lap. it was so awkward!

we’re halfway through the movie and i felt the need to say something because jay, the character, was such a jerk.

“i mean, it’s actually rather heartbreaking. daisy was locked away for most of, if not, her whole life. and now she is finally free, finally able to experience the pleasures of the real world. she put all of her trust in him and he abandoned her. that’s so not cool.”

as i’m analysing the film, i feel his eyes analysing me.

“well, you can’t blame him,” sir counterattacks. “jay had his own life, his own problems to deal with. she was just another added problem to that.”

“then he should’ve led her back to the hospital again instead of taking her on this joyride purely for his own greed.”

“remember, she chose to take part.”

“he was being selfish.”

“he was lending her a hand.”

“which is what ultimately made her fall in love with him in the first place,” i state like a full stop.

sir’s whole face just speaks wow. “so why didn’t you do my analysis homework then, huh?”

“because it’s boring,” i look him boldly in the eyes, his slicked back hair has me feelin’ oozy and woozy.

“oh, it’s boring?” he emphasises, raising his eyebrows. “is that so?”

“yup,” i purse my lips.

“what was it again?” he grabs my arm, pulling me into his lap. “‘boring’, did you say?”

i’m trying to escape and he’s trying to hold me still. gradually, our laughter dies out and we become aware, so much more aware.

“got some on your mouth,” he says in the heat of the moment, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

there was definitely no pizza sauce or whatever on my mouth, but i play my part. somehow, his thumb finds its way inside my mouth and i instinctively wrap my tongue around it. his green eyes glimmer like shiny marbles as he watches me

suck

on his

thumb.

i feel pressure underneath me, something building up in stiffness. i shift his hand away, glancing down and then back up again. his marble eyes, they just look at me. look through me.

no way in hell did i imagine this moment to actually happen. i mean, most of us girls had these insane crushes on teachers, but never did i think it’d unravel like this.

he firmly places his hand on my lower backside and pushes me closer to himself. “what, you scared now?” he whispers, dominance combined with confidence, topped off with lust.

i gulp, trying to sound brave, “and why would i be scared?”

“you should be,” he replies.

i am lost for words. this kind of intimidation is seductive. all i wanna do is kiss him! though i won’t make the same mistake of glancing at his lips twice.

he speaks in a soft tone, “has anyone ever told you how captivating your~”

“my eyes are?” i finish his cliché line off for him.

“...your lips,” he corrects, casting his gaze down at them.

i bite my bottom lip, flustered for acting like a smartass.

“you know, on some occasions, i’ve noticed that you bite your lip when you’re nervous. it’s cute,” he grins, “i like it more than i should,” and waits patiently for me to fall into his devilish trap.

believe me when i say i’m trying goddamn hard to not sink my teeth into my flesh! which is why i replace it with a mere innocent gulp.

“but on most occasions, you gulp,” he says as i’m gulping.

he removes the hair from my neck.

i get hella anxious, hella aroused so i..

“nuh~uh,” he shakes his head and pulls my bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb. “‘nough biting from you, sweetheart. those are mine to bite now.”

am i dreaming right now?

i try to reposition myself by moving a little back so that i’m not directly on him. as i do this, his erection rubs further into me and i slightly moan kinda too evidently. my eyes open super wide and i instantly shut my mouth. it surprises me that it doesn’t faze him one bit.

“your t~t~thing is p~poking me..” i gesture with my eyes to his manhood.

his orbs shine like someone has stabbed an apocalyptic emerald sunset multiple times. it’s glorifying. magical. the stuff dreams are made from. and instead, he pushes me further down onto his sculpture. he leans his head in, his mouth millimetres away from mine.

“and do you like it?” he questions seriously.

our noses touch, our lips brush...

“answer the question.”

“yes,” i squeak. “i like it.”

i try to remain as calm as possible, but it’s impossible due to the nerves causing havoc inside me, particularly the nerves between my thighs. i don’t know what to focus on. that mouth? his eyes? or down below...

“may i let something be known, luv?” sir requests politely.

i nod.

“i can see your tits...through that shirt...” he whispers sexily.

my breath hitches up.

kiss me! why won’t he kiss me? just fucking kiss me! shit, it’s impossible not to look. i give in and look at his lips. the corners curve slightly into a wayward grin. i see... he wants me to initiate it.

welp, sorry, no can do, mister.

he literally places my bottom lip between his teeth and lightly tugs at it, his breaths hitting my mouth like rose petals. this act is enormously enticing, but i know he’s teasing me.

my turn.

i purposely grind in his lap and he suppresses a hoarse groan. then he scoffs. very conceited. he’s so gonna lose. i keep my lips impossibly close to his for when he forfeits which should be right about...now.

he shakes his head smugly.

i frown, pouting.

he half~smiles adorably.

fine, i have a better idea. one he doesn’t see cumming coming.

i lift away the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants and grip his hand. his body automatically tenses up. i can feel him getting harder from just the thoughts i’m giving him. i bring his hand closer to me. he’s losing and it’s hella entertaining to watch.

unexpectedly, a phone goes off and i jump in fright. i rapidly get off him and he returns to his usual, rigid ways. he aggressively clears his throat before answering that stupid device.

whilst pacing up and down and holding his forehead, he stares at me intently like i’m that fucking maths problem again!

[starstaiined]

Would You Lie With Me & Just Forget The World?

Chapter 2

SUMMARY: The world is a dangerous place. It can be big, scary, and almost overwhelmingly dark. But despite all the negative aspects, despite all the pain and turmoil, Katherine Howard has always found a brief reprieve in the other queens. Particularly, in her older cousin. (And as loathe as they are to admit it, the other queens have to agree with her.) Anne Boleyn can be chaotic, wild, and reckless  … but she’s also passionate, kind, and effervescent. Her boundless energy acts as a barrier against the bad in the world. But when that barrier breaks and the world turns on its head, can Kat manage to navigate the turbulent waters without her cousin by her side?  

CHAPTER ONE // 

TW: Implied abuse/neglect, Implied sexual abuse, Panic Attack, Car crash 

A/N: sorry this chapter took so long! I ended up having to trim parts out and it isn’t as smooth as I was hoping for, but this is one of the rougher chapters to set up because of all the background. (I’m setting this in my own AU verse/idea that I’m still writing up the lore for, if anyone wants to hmu for that feel free!) 

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“Annie, I’m scared.” 

Anne froze, the almost inaudible admission tugging at her heart. She climbed down from the garage roof as easily as she’d climbed up. “You don’t need to be scared, Kit. I’ve got you, okay? Just trust me.” Anne smiled mischievously, shooting her brightest gap toothed grin at her cousin.

Kitty visibly relaxed, and Anne showed Kitty how to use the materials lining the side of the building to get to the top. (After it, it wasn’t more than a few feet in the air.) But as ordinary as the view may have been, it was extraordinary because they were there together. 

Anne dropped to book bag she’d brought with her, unrolling the blanket and wrapping it around Kat’s shoulders. “Can’t let the birthday girl get too cold now, can I?” She asked with a teasing grin. She reached into the bookbag, unaware of the surprise on her cousin’s face. She handed Kat some silly plushie she picked up at the store, and a (terribly smashed) attempt at a cupcake. 

“You...you remembered?” Kat asked, looking down at the presents her cousin gave her as if they were the greatest thing in the world. The genuine shock in her voice startled Anne. 

“Of course I did Kit...why wouldn’t I? It’s not everyday your favorite cousin turns seven, after all.” 

“Dad and the boys sometimes forget...” Kitty attempted to appear nonchalant, although it was obvious she was upset. 

“They do what?” Anne growled, and Kitty flinched away at the change in her voice. Not now, Anne chided herself, using every ounce of teenage self restraint she had in order to plaster on the cheesiest grin she could muster. “I’m sure they’re just...planning a surprise or something.” 

“Maybe.” Kat mumbled, but it was clear she didn’t believe it. 

They sat in silence, before Anne’s lips curved back into their usual grin. She nudged her younger cousin. “Why don’t you spend the night? We can play board games and watch movies. I’ll even let you-oh.”

She’d been cut off mid sentence by a hug, and found Katherine peering up at her. “You’re the bestest, Annie! I love you.” The younger girl’s face shone with excitement that hadn’t been there moments earlier. 

Anne couldn’t help but mirror that joy. She ruffled Kit’s hair, laughing at the expression it produced. “I love you too, Kit. And I’m here for you. Always.” 

But their short moment was cut short as her father’s voice echoed up from the ground down below. “ANNE BOLEYN, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! THE LAST THING WE NEED IS YOUR POOR HABITS RUBBING OFF ON LITTLE KATHER-” 

And with that, Anne woke with a start. She damn near fell off her bed with a yell, catching herself last minute and blinking sleep out of her eyes. The other side of the bed was empty. Thank god. It meant Kat had slept with Jane instead, and she hadn’t accidently interrupted what little sleep the girl managed to get. Anne flopped back down on her bed with a sigh. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, energy buzzing in her exhausted muscles demanding that she get moving. She glanced at the alarm clock. 6:03 A.M. 

Well, that was as good a time as any to start the day, wasn’t it? She rolled out of bed, quietly, and made her way to the bathroom. She ran through her usual morning routines : brushing her teeth, throwing her hair up in a tight bun, changing out of her pajamas and into running gear. By six thirty, she was ready to run. With her headphones fixed firmly in her ears and music blasting, she let her muscles guide her. The song playing pulled up another memory, a little fuzzy around the edges but still soft enough to pull a smile from her. 

Family Christmas parties, everybody’s favorite time. Except not really. Anne dealt with it as best she could, which was ignoring damn near everyone and doing her own thing. She was choreographing a dance routine to a song that had just come out, earbuds in and focus completely on the movement of each muscle in time with the beat. Which is why she didn’t notice George until it was too late. He slammed into her side roughly, knocking her off her feet and sending her sliding across the floor. Anne stared slack jawed for a moment, recovering her breath, before yelling “What the fuck George!” 

“Careful Ninon, don’t let dear old dad hear you using that language.” George answered with a smirk, towering over her. The gleam in his eyes made it clear he was in one of his moods, which meant Anne was in for it. If there was one thing George excelled at, it was pushing her buttons. 

“Why don’t you go bother Mary for once?”

“Because Mary’s actually socializing with the family, unlike you.”

“Sorry, not sorry, but I’m trying to have fun. I’m not interested in being judged for stupid reasons, okay? I just want to be left alone.” 

“Don’t want to be judged, don’t give them reasons to judge you. It’s simple, really.” George answered with a shrug. “Besides, considering your …. reputation I don’t think they’re stupid reas-” 

“I don’t really care about your opinion, George.” Anne snapped, face immediately heating up. She pushed herself to her feet, taking a couple steps away from him. “Maybe you should shut up.”

“Maybe you should stop being such a sl-” He didn’t get to finish that thought as a pink blur knocked into his legs. It caught him off guard; he flailed his arms wildly to no avail and ended up tripping over his own feet and landing on his ass. Anne blinked in surprise. George pushed himself to his feet quickly, visibly seething. “What the fuck!” 

Ten year old Katherine Howard, about two feet shorter and at least a hundred pounds lighter, didn’t break eye contact with George from where she’d positioned herself; she stood directly in front of Anne as if she were a human shield. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.” She deadpanned. 

“Brat.” George hissed, pointing a finger at the young girl menacingly. 

Kat just shrugged, but she could feel her hands trembling. “Takes one to know one, right?” 

Anne laughed, making her brother’s face flush six different shades of red. George, thoroughly humiliated and beyond angry, stormed off. Almost immediately Kat’s shoulders deflated. Anne pulled her younger cousin into a side hug. “KitKat, you are my hero.” 

“We’re family.” Kat answered back, her voice muffled by Anne’s shoulder. “We always protect each other, don’t we?” 

Anne smiled. “We do.” 

The memory faded. The burning in her muscles, and the unfamiliarity in her surroundings, made it clear she’d gotten lost in her head longer than she’d meant to. Crap. It took her nearly an hour to find her way back. She made a beeline straight for the fridge once she did. She gave the calendar a quick glance as she opened the fridge to pull out a carton of orange juice, before doing a double take. 

November 4th. Kitty’s birthday was less than a week away! How in the hell had that happened? Anne was usually on top of these things, but between the interviews and the show and her work on choreo...she could feel guilt flooding her system. Shit. She wracked her brain, trying to remember whether or not Kitty had been acting strange recently. She’d seemed a little lethargic but Anne had chalked that up to being overworked with the show…

She didn’t think twice. She rushed up to Cleves room, flinging the door open in a panic as she shook the other girl. “Anna!” She hissed, voice low but pressing. “Anna, wake up!”

“Anne…?” Anna asked groggily. “What time is it…” 

“It’s eight.”

“What are you doing up? We didn’t go to bed until almost tw-”

“Shh, that doesn’t matter right now. I’m going to the store. Do you want to come?” 

Anne’s voice brimmed with urgency, but Anna was too tired to register it. She buried herself deeper into her blankets. “With your driving? No thank you, Miss Boleyn, I choose life.” She waved a hand dismissively, eyes never so much as cracking open. The warmth of her bed was too enticing. 

Anne heaved a sigh, but accepted Anna’s answer. She ran to the kitchen, scribbled a quick note on a post it, and attached it to the fridge. 

Need to run some errands. Urgent. Be back later. XO, Anne. 

And with that she disappeared through the door, the orange juice still sitting forgotten on the counter. 

The shopping went quickly. Or well, as quickly as it could go when Anne Boleyn was involved. She spent hours loading her cart with Kitty’s favorite snacks and movies, picked up random little knick knacks that she thought Kitty might like. (Hell, she even managed to find some cute presents for the rest of the queens.) Brimming with excitement about her haul, and eager to show it to the others, Anne was in a phenomenal mood when she hopped back in the car. She was jamming along to every song coming over the radio, grinning from ear to ear. 

The buzzing of her phone on the seat next to her snapped Anne out of her private karaoke concert. It was probably just Kat calling to check up on her. She could feel warmth spreading through her chest as she let out a breathless giggle, turning down the music and running a quick hand through her hair. She found Kitty’s worry endearing, although she half wished Kitty would realize that Anne would be fine. After all, she always was. 

She half debated it letting it ring to voicemail, just until she could answer without taking her hands off the wheel. That was….until the name on the caller ID caught her attention. 

THOMAS HOWARD.

Suddenly, all the mirth she’d felt drained out of her like air out of a popped balloon. She hadn’t spoken to her uncle in YEARS. The last time she’d seen him was the day that she had left, Kitty tucked under one arm and spare clothes under the other. He made good on his promise to ostracize both of them.

Kitty’s head is buried in the crook of her neck, tears staining the collar of her shirt. “I’m sorry,” Kitty chokes out between sobs, barely comprehensible. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Anne, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” 

Anne could feel a storm building beneath her skin, aching to break free and wreck every single person that had driven her cousin to this. SHE WAS A CHILD! But over the last few years, Anne had watched the light drain from her eyes. She was just kicking herself for not realizing what was going on earlier… But she can’t focus on that. Not right now. Instead she rubs soothing circles on Katherine’s back, rocking the girl back and forth. “It isn’t your fault, Kit.” Emotion rubbed her voice raw, and it takes everything in her not to cry. “None of it is. Not a damn thing. Do you hear me? Not a single damn thing.” 

If anything, that just seems to make Kat cry harder. “It is, it is Annie. I know it, and he knew it, and, and, and everyone knows it.” She’s cut off by a sob that shakes her frail shoulders. “He knew it, he said it, he-”

“He’s a piece of shit, Kit! I’m sorry, but it’s true. Your dad sucks. I wish it weren’t true, I wish you could’ve had the life you deserve. Somewhere far away from this bullshit.” Anne croaked out, a few silent tears falling as she fought to maintain a steady voice. “But you didn’t get that, instead life gave you a crappy hand and I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything. But I can promise you one thing.” Anne tucked Kitty’s head under her chin. “I know it isn’t much, but I’m here for you. Always. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’m right here. And I’m always going to be right here, okay?” 

With a few sniffling breaths, Kitty nodded. Slowly, hesitantly, she held out a hand with her pinkie extended. In a small voice, she asked, “Pinkie promise?” 

Anne was all too happy to link their fingers. “Pinkie promise.” 

They made themselves more comfortable in the living room, still a tangle of limbs but this time a tangle of limbs under a blanket. Before drifting off to sleep, Kitty squeezed Anne’s hand. “Annie?” She asked, drowsily. 

“Hm?” 

“Earlier...earlier you said that you weren’t much...but you are. Okay? You’re the best. And I love you. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

Anne squeezed her hand gently three times. I love you. “Don’t worry KitKat, you’ll never have to find out.” 

Anne’s thoughts flashed to every time since then that Kitty’s tears staining the collar of her shirt, to the way the poor girl had trembled from nightmares that stole her breath. She remembered rushing out on errands like this, doing anything and everything to pull a smile out of her cousin, who spent the week leading up to her birthday WISHING for that call from the rest of the family. Thomas Howard failed as a father consistently over the past two years, and there’s almost no one Anne hates more. (When she thinks of him, all she can see is Kat trembling, crying out my fault, my fault, my fault. Just thinking about it makes her jaw clench.) Even now, in what she assumes is an attempt to make amends, he was calling her and not Kitty!

She reached over, answering it swiftly and bringing it to her ear. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear what you have to say, I need you to shut the hell up for two seconds and listen to me, Thomas.”  Anger boiled in her veins and sharpened her tongue, but blurred everything else. In the haze of her own hatred, her focus on the phone pressed to her ear, she missed the truck that was swerving on a path directly towards her.

[drowninginblox]

Thrown into it

Part: 1,2,3,4

Part 6

I just want to say, whoever shopped for my change of clothes- thank you so fucking much. I mean I really thought I wouldn’t be able to pull off ripped jeans but.. I think I look great! Especially how the shirt contrasts how light they are. Oh wait let me clarify. In the bag were some light blue jeans, a white shirt that was a little big on me, some black shoes with orange butterflies, a hair tie, the necessities, and a letterman jacket. Don’t worry I’m all dressed! The only thing missing from this outfit is the jacket. But I'm a little perturbed by it. Like- the more that I look at it, the more I wonder if this is Mirio’s. I mean it's dark blue with white sleeves and white symbols on it. Or are they logos? What I mean is that it looks like the one he wore to the school’s culture festival at the end of season 4. 

Wait.. what if this is Mirio’s? What if he gave this to Mic so he could give it to me? My face flushed at the thought. Me wearing Mirio’s jacket.. What would it feel like? What would it smell like..? I hesitate to grab the jacket, eventually doing so and lifting it to my nose. Wait a minute- what the fuck am i doing? This could be his jacket and here I am being a creep! Why am I like this? He might be cute but no way in hell am I gonna turn into Toga! “Stop thinking about him!” I throw the jacket over my shoulder before hiding my face in my hands. “Stop with that shit!” I remind myself. “He is out of our league! Real or not!”

“Who?” I jump at a familiar voice. “What the fuck man!” I turn to see the hot mess known as Present Mic along with a smiling Nezu in the doorway. Fuck that blonde bastard and shit eating grin. I inhale sharply at the scene I just made all the while silence hangs over us. “Im so sorry.” I mumble, my head hanging down. “I- If I knew you were there I wouldn't have sworn sir.” The small principal laughs light heartedly while Mic chuckles at my suffering. “Y/n, my name is principal Nezu of UA.” He says calmly. I raise my head to properly see him. “Some of my staff have met you and you seem to know them. I can not interfere in the government’s  investigation of you, however I am allowed to ask on behalf of my staff how you know them along with some other questions in order to assist.” The mousy man explains. “For example, we will be escorting you to a safe place for you to stay.” He looks up at Present Mic with a smile. “Can you escort Y/n to the car?” He asked. Well, it’s framed as a question but it sounded more like an order. But Hizashi wasn't complaining, at least as far as I know since he nodded with his signature, enthusiastic smile. Once Nezu left the door frame, Mic turned his attention to me. “Got what you need?” Mic asks. I glance over to the jacket, abandoned on the bed. “Hold on.” I say as I go to get it but when I get to the bed it isn’t there. “What the..?” I begin to question only to be stopped by light. Not white light, it was a light yellow- almost gold in color- forming around my chest in the shape of the jacket. “Uhhhhhh-!” In a matter of seconds the light fades and the jacket appears on me. It's a little big but so warm. Almost like a hug from a family member or friend that you haven't seen in awhile. I look back to see Mic in awe at what I just did. “What did-?”

“Dude dont ask me cus I have no idea!” I say to defend myself. From the lower, right hand corner of the door frame, Nezu popped his head back into view. “Did I miss something?” Mic nods his head while I shake mine, both of us dumbfounded at what just transpired. He looks between the two of us and chuckles, leaving us once again. “I-” I start but he just shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Nope. Not right now. Let’s just go.” He decides and leaves. Seeing as I have nowhere else to go, I follow him.

Walking through the hospital is weird in itself. Partially because I don't remember entering along with the fact that seeing people with animal or alienistic attributes to them isnt something I’m used to yet. Accompanied with all the smells and sounds that come with hospitals, it just is a big nope for me. Some people don't like heights, some people don't like tight spaces, others dont like bugs- “Hey are you okay? You sound like one of my students.” Speaking of. “Huh?” I look around. Couples, families, some people alone sit in chairs while women at desks work quietly. In front of us is a sliding, glass door leading to the world I seem to be stuck in. “Are you coming?” He asks with a hint of concern in his voice. “Oh-um.. Y-yeah. Just grapelling with this again.” I try to calm myself with a laugh. “Again?” He prompts, lowering his shades a little. Woah look at those eyes. Since when did he have heterochromia? I thought he had red or green eyes..? “Uh, kid? You’re spacing out again.” He points out. I jump “Fuck- sorry!” I apologize. “Hey, hey, it's okay! Just got worried that you were trying to bail on us.” It takes me a moment to register what he said but once I did snort at that. “Me? Try to bail on pro heros? Does it look like I am insane?” I ask. The blonde takes a moment to stare. He sighs, taking his shades off to stare at me. Again what are those eyes? He looks up and down at me before I break the silence “You’re a Christmas boi.” I mumble under my breath. He narrows his eyes as a smile teases his lips. “W-what?” He says through a laugh. “You have red and green eyes! You’re a Christmas boi!” I smile wide at my declaration. The sleek, black, car beside us opens a door. Once again Nezu poked his head out for us to see. “I’m sorry to interrupt but we are on a schedule.” He reminds us. We apologize and rush into the car. 

This car is packed for what it was. Mic was in shotgun while I was behind the driver. It’s so weird having everything be backwards. Nezu sat right beside me and on his right was pro hero Snipe. Nezu faces me- which was weird in itself since I’ve only seen three- fourths of his face most of the time- and smiles kindly. Before I could say anything he turns his head to Snipe. “Y/n, this is Snipe. He is a teacher at UA. If the government allows it, you will be seeing him again.” The pro remains straight laced from what I can tell. His gas mask leaves much to the imagination. “And if you don't mind looking at our driver,” Nezu adds with a point of his paw. I look through the right rear view mirror to see the helmet of none other than arbor day himself. “Woods!” I shouted, starling everyone in the car to the point of jumping in their seat. “You know him too?!” Mic exhorts, his shades crooked from my excitement. “Of course!” I confirm. “Dude is amazing! So underrated, so little screen time!” Kamui sighs and sits up. “And to think I was getting away from fangirls..” He mumbles. “Sorry! I’ll tone it down. It’s bad enough Mic is in the car.” I apologize with a smile at what I did. “Hey!” Mic yells. From Nezu’s side Snipe gives off what I can only assume is a snort. “Not you too!” The blonde whines. Kamui only starts the car with a sigh, pulling us out of the hospital and out onto the open highway. “The kid has a point Hizashi, you know damn well it's true!” He says through his laughter. “It’s not! Nezu back me up here!” Mic pleads. I laugh when I turn to see the tiny principal with comically wide, Allmight headphones covering his ears. Snipe laughs louder while Mic continues to call on Nezu to help only for it to fall on deaf ears. Kamui- from what I can see- just taps his fingers on the wheel muttering about the situation he’s in. Poor man needs a couch and a blanket. “Hey, um.. Mr. Woods? Woods?” He sighs. “Kamui is fine.” He assures. His eyes glance back at me through the mirror. “What made you want to be a hero?” I ask with a cock of my head like an airhead would. He chuckles a little. “Its a long story..” He assures. “And it isn’t all that interesting. And I don't think I should tell you.”  I shrug my shoulders. “Doesn't matter if it is or isn’t interesting. I only know you for your quirk. And your pro hero status. There is always more behind a title.” He rolls his head for a minute and exhales. “Okay but you could be a little brat who could tell everyone.”

“True, but I don't know anyone outside of UA, and surely you've been asked this before?”

He takes a moment and sighs again. “Well, okay. But only because it’s gonna be a while. It's not that interesting though.” He restates as if to ask me if I’m sure. I scoot up a little in my seat like a child, making him chuckle again. “Okay! Okay!” His slumping spine is straightened again. “I didn't really know what I wanted to be when I was younger. My dad said I should be a carpenter.” I chuckle. “Really?” He nods. “Yeah, either that or a fireman. But looking back on it-”

“Fire and wood?” I questioned with a look. He laughs. “I know! If it wasn't for the money that came with being a hero he would’ve insisted. And I would’ve been one too if it wasn't for my sister.” I put an elbow on my knee. “Now what did she do?” A noise of amusement makes its way out of him. “It wasn't all her fault!” He defended. “Well what happened?” 

“On Christmas eve, I was about 13. My sister comes running in saying that the family cat ran away. My dad was drunk on the couch and my mom was still making dinner so she didn't hear her. She begged me to help her find the poor thing. So me, being the amazing brother I am- put on my coat and walked out into the freezing cold with nothing but a flashlight. My family lived right next to this deep forest and in that forest is a lake. I walk to the lake to see the cat meowing at some frozen water.” I nod along. “I look too over at it and see a person banging against the ice! So without hesitation I grow a branch larger than anything I have ever made at that point and shatter the ice with it. Later helping out the guy who was trapped under there.” My eyes widened at that. “Woah! Who was the guy?” He shrugged. “He told me he was a friend of one of the neighbors. There were some parties around so I didn’t question it. He went on his way, and I found satisfaction in helping him.” A smile found its way in his voice, now warm and calm behind the wheel. “I guess you could say without him you wouldn't be here.” I conclude. He nods his head. “Wow woods. I didn’t know that was why.” Snipe commented, making me jump. “Y-You-!” Woods stumbled over himself. “Since when did you guys-”

“A third of the way into your story.” Mic pipped. “That's very selfless of you.” 

“O-Oh.. Thank you.” Arbor boy mumbled. “Oh! We’re here!”

[oikawasbread]

(part 1) Ah, okay for matchup’s, I thought it would be cool to try one of theses because I've never done one before. I’m female, and bisexual. I’m a Scorpio, and I enjoy track and cross country, dancing, which i’m fairly good at, photography and reading in general. I also find myself getting back into drawing and singing oftenly. It said I was a INTP-T. I have relatively short brown hair, which is curly. I’m mixed, more on the tan side and i’m 5′6 (I just checked)

I wear glasses majority of the time, and i’m fairly curvy. I see myself as a ambivert who has a bit of a shy shell, but can easily be broken into revealing a very energetic human being. My friends describe me as scary?? Aka, i’m not afraid to defend myself or state my opinion in many conversations. Along with that, I do get anxiety quiet often and wonder frequently if I accidentally made someone mad or not. With people I trust or like, i’m fairly loud and laugh alot- and its to the point where people have to tell me to calm down lmao. I enjoy engaging conversations almost about anything, and I wish I can have those types of talks more in my life. Alone however, i’m usually quiet and don’t start conversations unless I have too, or someone starts a conversation with me. In relationships, I’m just looking for someone who can make me laugh, while also tying me down when my emotions get the best of me, while respecting who I am. A few negative parts about my life can be simply showed with my zodiac sign with me being able to get jealous really fast and holding big grudges other small things, which are two things i’m trying to work on currently. On the positive note, I will say that I will literally take a bullet to save any of my best friends to be completely honest. I enjoy the rain, snow, and cold temperatures. I love animals and I have a very tiny doggo that I treasure with every ounce of my being. finally the last one im so sorry) I really enjoy reading about Greek gods and fantasy books. Another fact is that I get flustered really easily, which a lot of people tease me about. I don’t exactly like to stand out, which is why my wardrobe has more dark colors, as I don’t own any red/orange/yellow or pink shirts. And finally the last fact I thought I should include randomly is that I play the piano and learning it this year was one of the best decisions I've made in my life.

Damn, don’t feel sorry for this detailed description, fr. I actually enjoyed so much writing this. As a scorpio, I relate to you so much. I spent so much time on this and you gave me so much info so i had to do a whole character analysis for you and I felt like i was writing about myself. So I enjoyed writing this so much cause I realised new things I didn’t knew about me and it feels good to know that I’m not the only one who is like this.

Anyways!

MATCHING WITH : OIKAWA TOORU

Aight, I know that so many people hate him. And i don’t know if you hate or love him , but hear me out : Besides being a cancer and working with a scorpio so well, i feel like Oikawa would be perfect for your character.

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 he’s totally in love with the way you style your brown curly hair. 

he says ‘’it’s almost as good as my hair’’

  he’s a total simp he knows your hair is better than his

 has a thing for your tanned skin. tbh u make him wish he wasn’t so pale :’( baby boy wants to get that tanned shiny skin! but it is what it isss

 you being 5’6 makes it easy for him to mock you. 

but he won’t exaggerate, because he knows you’re going to cut him with your sharp glance

 you’re clearly the top in this relationship. i mean you’re a scorpio. are we surprised?

 y’all r going to volleyball matches looking badass asf with your matching glasses but in reality you two are being crackheads in the last row of seats

 he clearly sees through you, but not since the beginning  

 at first, he was totally a bit scared to approach you. he’s always seen you being intimidating and sarcastic

you were like a challange to him, since Tooru himself is pretty intimidating and sarcastic

until he opens his mouth

and i think this is what makes you two so perfect for each other : you just need some time to warm up, then you suddenly become the funniest people of the group

 as a scorpio,  you can be pretty insensitive, having trouble when it comes to expressing your feelings, and when you and Tooru get into a fight, you won’t hesitate to throw some venomous words. sometimes you just can’t control your anger

but he knows you well. he won’t take it by heart since he knows how short your temper is, and he’s willing to step on his pride and put an end to your argument

 you’’re not afraid to step up. you’ve always went too far to defend your beliefs and he’s totally whipped. he thinks you would make a great lawyer haha

he loves how you always have a good argument for everything and how you can beat people in a fight just with your words. it’s truly amazing for him, the power you hold

so he avoids fighting with you

           I JUST KNOW you guys both have struggles when it comes to following rules. it comes with your zodiac sign. even though he’s way softer and innocent than you, you will drag him into your adventures. and he won’t say no :’)

 sometimes you feel like Oikawa is the only person who understands you, who doesn’t think you’re insane

he may not be a genius, but you can’t deny the fact that he’s actually clever

he understands you without even having to hear any words coming out of your mouth

Tooru knows you’re rebellious, stubborn, independent; he knows how you sometimes can feel 29843 emotions at the same time, and he’s here for you

he won’t question you when you don’t feel like talking. Instead, he would make a cup of your favourite tea, add  some ice in it, and watch you reading your favourite book while you’re drinking the tea in which he put his secret ingredient <3 love!!

you love reading about Greek Gods, and he loves aliens : so you slowly became a fan of the universe, the unknown, and he started to love the Greek Mythology

totally in love with your dance moves ; watching you dance is his favourite hobby; the way your body moves amazes him and he tries to dance like you sometimes . he may be the great king but not on the dance floor.

long story short, he’s in love with everything about you : your passion for photography, the things you’re reading (he actually finds your favourite authors quite interesting) , the way you’re singing in the shower or how you’re humming some familiar songs when you’re focused on something

he thinks he’s so lucky, and skipping some volleyball practices to hear you play his fave song at the piano is totally worth it

when he found out you’re an athlete, his brain went poof

watching you run with the sunlight dripping all over you was what he needed to get his mind off the school and vbc stress

having a thing for sports made you even more interesting and hot (he didn’t knew you could get hotter than you already are)

sometimes he can see that you’re needing approval, and he tries his best to let you know that you are the greatest at whatever you do.

you think he’s bluffing just to make you feel good, but you appreciate it so much even tho baby boy actually thinks you’re the greatest. like fr. you are his grand queen

you have a rich inner world, so you’d rather focus your attention on it instead of the external world. 

Oikawa thinks it’s pretty cute, cause you guys sometimes have lazy Sundays when you just lay in bed all day and do nothing but enjoying each others presence and your own thoughts.

Tooru, just like you, hates failure. losing any type of match puts him down, and the same happens to you. 

you feel like you wanna start over and do things the other way around, but you can’t.

the good thing is, you have each other.

 he mocks the hell out of your jealousy. whenever his fan girls are approaching him, you feel your heart stop and the oxygen fading away. you just wanna let out your anger

but he knows it, and he will reassure you that you don’t have any reason to feel that way. 

he’s only interested in his Grand Queen and no one else can change his mind.

he finds it quite fun that you hold grudges over small things, he can clearly see that you’re vengeful, and that makes you two lil partners in crime.

BUT the way you’re willing to do absolutely anything for him or your friends inspires him so much. 

of course, he would take a bullet for you. But your strong spirit is what’s making him be so passionate about everything : you inspire him

 the best days for him are when you two are around the house, and it suddenly starts raining. 

he only has to look at you once, and you both drop everything you’re doing and run outside to just sit in the rain. the feeling of the cold rain on your skin while you’re trapped between his arms makes your heart explode

 little moments like these are making you both fall in love more and more everyday.

I really really hope you enjoyed this! I tried my best and please feel free to request again whenever you want! <33                                                                                          

-Riley

[lostinyourparadise98]

Space

A/n: This one is a little sad, but its the mood I'm in so im sorry ): It gets better towards the end I promise. 

This was inspired by the song I found, by Amber Run! Take a listen if you would like.

WARNING: Talk of depression, language, heated argument and a light drizzle of smut.

ALSOOOO i apologize that none of my work is edited!!! I always write super late at night so my brain is always half melted. I'm sorry if none of this makes sense ehehehe!!! I'm trying my best (:

requests are still open!

“I don't know what you want me to say.” I hear the sound of my own voice and wince at the harsh tone. Shawn's face drops as he endures the impact from it. The sun begins to set, the light orange, pink, and purple illuminate around his entire body, causing him to have a heavenly glow. He sits on our mattress, a tight, white tank top hugging his body perfectly, the necklace he always wears peaking from beneath the cloth, His hair in its natural state. A single curl falls in front of his face hovering over his hazel eyes. His eyes, my God I could completely lose myself in those eyes.

He looks up at me his mouth pressed in a thin line. Concern dances across his face as he waits for me to finish speaking.

“You don't have to say anything baby, I just want you to stop pushing me away.” His voice is soft, and filled with patience. For some reason I can't accept his kindness, I can't accept him, I just feel angry. 

“Im not pushing you away.” I wrap my arms across my chest, tugging on the cardigan that falls loosely off my body.

“Y/n you can't even look at me..” I stare down at my feet as I feel the lump in my throat begin to grow.He doesn't understand, he could never understand. 

“y/n, baby please I am worried about you.”He slowly rises to his feet and makes his way towards me. I feel my heart begin to beat rapidly against my chest. He slowly slides his hands up and down my arms, attempting to relax me.

“There is nothing wrong Shawn.” My sentence comes out weaker than I would have liked.

“I know you like the back of my hand, you're not acting like you.” he brings his thumb and pointer finger under my chin and raises my head to look up at him. We stay looking at each other for while. I feel him begin to lean down, he closes his eyes  but before our lips can touch I push him away. 

The hurt expression on his face tugs on my heart. Why am I doing this? Why can't I just let him in? Before I can process what is happening, my mouth is running wild.

“Jesus Shawn, why can't you just fuck off just give me fucking space. You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay, just fuck off.” My skin is burning in anger, my face wet from the tears that trickle down my face. 

I push past him and make my way to the window, letting the sun light spill into my skin. Im making this worse, Why do I keep fucking everything up?

My back faces him, I can hear him walk across the floor as it creaks. I can feel his eyes burning into the back of my body.

“I love you more than anything on this fucking Earth. I don't get why you can't see that, why you refuse to believe that there is someone in this world who would do absolutely anything for you. I love you and I respect you, but you can't just blow up on me like this and expect me to be okay with it. I understand that you are going through something right now, but you can't treat me like this. We have to communicate y/n, please don't do this.”

My chest feels like a hundred bricks have just been dropped on it. The sound of his voice wraps around me like a blanket, I want nothing more than to give in, to fall into his arms, but my pride won't let me.

“Just leave, please just leave.” I feel myself begin to cry harder.

“You know I can't do that.” I quickly snap around to face him.

“Whats stopping you, huh? Everyone else in my life has done it, you can do it too!” I walk closer to him till we are face to face.

“Y/n I-”

“Dont! Just fucking don't!” I yell 

“Leave Shawn.” I shout 

“Im not leaving you like this y/n.”

“Leave!” I bring my hands to his chest and push him as hard as I can, he barely budges.

“Leave!” I repeat this action over and over again until he grabs my writs. I can feel my breathing quicken as the tears fall down my face. 

“Baby you need to calm down you're going to make yourself sick.” I drop to my knees and bury my face in my hands. I feel Shawn race to my side wrapping his arms around my tiny frame.

“It hurts Shawn, It hurts so bad I don't know how to make the hurt go away.”

“My love you don't have to do this on your own. I am here for you, I will aways be here for you.” He gently pulls my hands from my face and rests his forehead against mine.

“If I could take every ounce of pain in your heart and pour it into mine I would. I am so in love with you and it kills me to think that you made yourself believe that I'm going to leave you. Baby, I am not going anywhere, you are it for me. You are my laughter, you are my hope, my joy, my entire fucking heart. I love you so much it honestly hurts.” He grabs my hand and places it on his chest, over his heart, its racing.

“You feel that? It beats for you, and only you.” His eyes begin to water 

“Let me in love, I want to see all of you. The good, the bad, the ugly I will be here through all of it. You can count on me baby, you can lean on me. You don't have to carry this weight anymore.”His voice is barely above a whisper.

“I don’t deserve you.” My voice is hoarse from all the crying.

“Don't talk like that.” He whispers 

I crawl towards him till I am sitting on his lap. I waist no time time burying my face into his neck wrapping my arms tightly around him. He does the same, sliding his hand up and down my back, an action he knows always helps me calm down. I will never get over this boys hugging abilities. We sit in this position for what seems like years, till I pull away and crash his lips with mine. 

There is so much want in this kiss, so much need, I can feel every ounce of his love pooling into my heart. His tongue taste like mint and peach, a flavor that I will never get tired of. My hands make there way to his hair as I tug at the soft curls that poke off of his head. His hands stay firmly on my hips, pulling me as close to him as humanly possible.His tongue tangles with mine, our breathing grows heavy as we try to catch our breath.

I pull my lips away from him, earning a loud whine. I place my lips on his neck, an action I know drives him crazy. He can't help the throaty moan that falls from his lips as I hit his sweet spot.

I.love.you.” I say between each kiss. 

Our eyes meet again as he rests his hand on my cheek.

“I Love you more.” My heart skips a beat 

“Im so sorry for everything, I am so sorry-” He cuts me off with another sweet kiss.

“Its okay.”

“No its not, I shouldn't have treated you like that. I love you so much and you have no idea how much I need you.”

“I need you just as much y/n.” He whispers 

“I don't think thats possible.” He bites his perfect pink lips.

“Let me show you how much I love you.” He scoops me up in his arms and carries me bridal style. I giggle as he gently lays me down on the mattress. He hovers over me, his necklace slowly swaying back and forth. I gently grab the necklace between my fingers and tug at it, pulling him down to kiss me again. Shawn pecks my lips softly smiling into the kiss. He pulls away raising his arms over his head to pull his shirt off.

“Wait, don't take it off yet.” Confusion washes over his entire face.

I sit up flipping the position so I am the hovering him.

“I wanna do it.” A big grin spreads across his face. I take my time running my fingers down his broad chest and over his abs till I reach the bottom of his shirt. I lift the fabric revealing his delicious skin.

I want to lick every part of this body. 

I pull his shirt upward till I get closer to his head. He lifts his hands over his head, allowing me to lift it off of him completely. He attaches his lips to mine once again. I bring my hand to his cheek, slowly rocking my hips back and forth over his crotch. He lets out a hungry moan and I almost fall apart right there. I detach my lips from his and bring them to his collar bone, I begin to gently suck on his skin leaving a mark as he sighs in content. I go down further, licking over his chest till I reach the bottom of his belly. His breathing speeds up as I come in contact with the belt of his pants.

I fumble with his belt, the cool metal clinking together as I rip it off, and unzip his pants. We both laugh as he wiggles, urgently trying to get his pants off. He kicks them to the ground, his breath hitches in his throat as I place my hand over his bulge, massaging it gently.

“Fuck.” he curses, throwing his head back in pleasure. 

He’s so responsive to me, watching him unbundle under my touch drives me absolutely insane. I bring my hands to the waistband of his calving Klein underwear, before I can pull them down he stops me.

“Not yet love.” He flips us over again, geez we do that a lot.

I throw my shirt over my head as he unbuckles my bra, revealing my breasts. He leans down kissing each one sweetly.

“You are breath taking y/n.” I feel my cheeks heat up.

He copies my actions, starting with my neck and slowly licking his way down to my pants. He pulls my pants off with ease as he kisses my hip bones causing me to squirm bean the him.

“So beautiful.” he whispers 

I look down at him as he becomes face to face with my underwear. He places a kiss directly on my core, teasing me. 

He looks up at me smirking, as he brings his head to the waist band of my panties pulling them down with his teeth. What is he doing to to me? He is going to be the death of me. 

I spread my legs open as he places a kiss directly on my inner thighs, bringing his head closer to my exposed skin, blowing on it gently. He knows what he's doing, as he giggles at my whine. I buck my lips trying to earn any type of friction. 

He moves head head away from my thighs and crawls back up to me, till his mouth is right next to my ear.

“Im going to make you feel so good baby. Im going to show you how much I need you, how much I want you. Is that okay with you?”

I nod my head unable to speak.

“Say it out loud baby, I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you.” I say breathlessly

He slides his hand down, spreading my legs open again. He circles hands over the sensitive bundle of nerves that are left just for him. 

“What do you want me to do?” He whispers seductively 

“Touch me.” I whine again 

“I am touching you.” He can be a little shit sometimes 

“I want you to make love to me.” He kisses the tip of my nose

“Till there are no spaces between us?”

My heart melts at the love in his eyes. 

“Till there are no spaces between us.” I reply

The End.

I was going to continue buuuuuuuut I chickened out hehehehehehe maybe next time. Don't worry... y/n and Shawn will go all the way soon enough!!!

I hope you enjoyed I'm sorry this was so emo. 

[onlyjihoons]

cotton candy;l.g.l

wannawrite said:WELL YOU BOUTA GET BUSY NOW full offence but i rlly need some cute guanlin fluff in my life ??? so pls write me some quality 😫😤👏🏼 'Guanlin takes you to an amusement park and confesses' pLS FEED ME IM

a/n; YES MY CHILD THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING,,,,,full offence im lowkey soft for guanlin, i really hope you like it

starting line: “You’re as sweet as cotton candy”

synopsis: guanlin takes you to disneyland, also revealing a side of him you have never seen before

warnings: none, i think

genre: non-idol!au, floof, slight angst if you squint properly

length: | a paragraph | drabble length | a short story | your average essay of less than 10,000 words | a fic too long but too short for a part 2|

You woke up to your ringtone piercing through your dream. You groaned, who on earth would disrupt your precious sleep time on a school holiday?

Without much thought, you unplugged your phone from the charger as you slid the “answer” button and placed your phone to your ears.

“Hello?” You answered groggily.

“Y/N?” You heard your best friend’s voice on the other side of the line, you immediately shot up.

“Yes?” A smile etched on your face as the your cheeks started to heat up.

You hear Guanlin chuckle at the other side of the line, “It’s a videocall Y/N.”

You slowly peeled the phone away from your face, as you see Guanlin’s handsome face on your phone screen. His hair was in a mess, and it was dark, but his good looks practically shone through the phone screen, sometimes you question how you deserved such a sweetheart like Guanlin.

You and Guanlin were best friends since kindergarten, living in the same estate area since the both of you were young. The both of you attended the same primary and secondary schools, also conveniently classmates for the past 10 years. Naturally, the both of you sat next to each other in classes and also walk home together. 

Growing up, the both of you would have lunch at each others’ house, courtesy of the both of your mothers. The two of them would always joke how the both of you are almost set to get married, pushing the both of you towards each other. Shy smiles and pushing comments, how you wished it was real, but considering how Guanlin treated you as nothing more as a friend, you decided not to get your hopes too high up. Especially when he has a hoard of fangirls in school going after him.

“No…My face is bloated and I have no makeup on.” You faced your front camera away from your face, showing the wall beside your bed.

“Stop whining and be ready in 20 minutes.” With that, Guanlin hung up and you were left confused. 

“What’s wrong with this kid honestly...” You muttered to yourself as you lazily slung your legs off the bed.

“Y/N!” Your mother called you from outside.

“What is it mom?” You called back as you wriggled into your shorts.

“Guanlin is here!”

“Oh crap,” You muttered to yourself, as you brushed through your hair in a hurry, not wanting to let Guanlin wait for you. Just as you were about to start looking for your makeup, Guanlin let himself into your room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

“I’m so sorry, just give me 15 minutes...” You rummaged through your makeup bag for your bb cushion, as you swore you put it in there yesterday. 

Guanlin grabbed a tinted lipbalm from your stash of lipbalm, then pulling your face towards his, as he applied the lipbalm meticulously on your lips. Your heart couldnt help but to do flips at the heart-fluttering actions. He’s just impatient, you thought.

“Done.” Guanlin pulled away, “You don’t even need makeup honestly, you look just fine without it.”

“Well, thanks?” You didn’t know whether to feel offended or touched by Guanlin’s words honestly, as you shrugged your shoulders and went with the latter.

“Where are the two of you going?” Your mother questioned with her arms akimbo, pointing to your interlocked arms with Guanlin.

“We’re--”Before Guanlin could complete his sentence, your mother interrupted, “No, no, it okay, you don’t have to tell me. Enjoy your date, sweetie!”

“I--”

“Just go,” Your mother pushed you and Guanlin out of the apartment, leaving the both of you in bewilderment.

“So, where are we going?” You raised your eyebrow at Guanlin, who only shot you a smirk.

“You’ll see.”

Being the direction-crippled person you are, you had absolutely no idea where Guanlin was bringing you to until you neared your destination.

“Disneyland?”

“Yeah. You’re disappointed?” Guanlin put his arm around your seat as he scooted closer to you.

“No... I was just surprised.” You shook your head, attempting to also shake off the blush forming on your cheeks.

As the both of you were scanning the available ticketing options at the counter, you gape at the prices of the tickets, pulling at Guanlin’s shirt, “Yah, let’s just go somewhere else, the tickets here are so expensive.”

“No way, I already bought the tickets beforehand, let’s not waste my money.” Guanlin interlocked his fingers with yours, squeezing it a little.

You frowned, Guanlin was acting weirdly today, being a gentleman at everything. Not like he wasn’t on usual days, he just was exceptionally nice today. You really wanted to question Guanlin’s change of demeanor, but you decided to shrug it off, lest Guanlin got offended.

After the both of you collected your tickets, you read the back of the ticket, wait, it wasn’t a ticket but a card of a picture of minnie mouse printed on it. At the back read, “SPECIAL PASS  ALL ACCESS” ,slung on a Disneyland lanyard.

Once the both of you entered the theme park, you made a beeline for the souvenir shop, to the headband section. You picked out a Minnie headband for yourself, and a Mickey headband for Guanlin. You tip-toed and tried to reach for the boy’s head, but your best friend was too tall for you to reach.

Guanlin smiled, then slightly lowering his height by slightly splitting his legs apart. He lightly ruffled your hair, which made you puzzled. 

“You’re so cute, Y/N,” Guanlin mumbled.

“Yeah, thanks idiot.” Your eyes wrinkled to crescents, which made Guanlin smile even wider.

When you proceeded to the counter to pay, the cashier told you that all of your expenses were already covered for, which shocked you. Was Guanlin the owner of Disneyland or something? Everything that happened so far was like a dream, and also a rest from the mugging for your upcoming exams thus far.

“Are you the owner of Disneyland or something?” You linked your arms with Guanlin, who stiffened up but later relaxed slowly, “Everything’s been covered for us.”

“It’s a secret,” Guanlin winked, which made you cringe slightly, “Just kidding, I just paid a little extra for that.”

“By extra do you mean--”

“Let’s go on the roller coaster!” Guanlin dragged you to the nearest roller coaster he could spot, and the blood in your veins went cold.

You didn’t really liked roller coasters, in fact, you didn’t see the fun in strapping yourself to a plastic seat and being thrown in different directions. You had wanted to overcome your fear of roller coasters for a long time, but you didn’t find the courage to do so.

Looks like this time, it was your chance.

You can do this, Y/N, don’t be a pussy and just get on that ride and try to enjoy yourself. 

Thanks to Guanlin, you didn’t need to even join the 2-hour long queue to get to the roller coaster, you just had to scan your card at the express lane, and it only took you a 3 minutes wait before you could get on to the cart. 

“Are you okay?” Guanlin stared at you, your face as white as sheet. “We can get off if you want.”

“No, no, its okay,” You grimaced, “I’ll get over it.”

Without warning, the cart blasted at an insane speed, one moment you’re facing the sky, one moment you’re facing the ground. It was a thrilling experience really, you began to scoff at your earlier fear of roller coasters. 

After a few rides, you and Guanlin were hungry, the both of you decided to grab lunch at a nearby restaurant. The food offered in the restaurant were really adorable, some of the dishes in the shape of Mickey Mouse’s head. Of course, the food was delicious, but you were still hungry.

Guanlin suggested going to the snack stalls to grab some churros, and you willingly agreed. Guanlin smiled to himself at your child-like behaviour when you eyed the menu, pointing to whichever snack you desired. Sometimes he wished you actually felt the same way about him, he was on the brink of giving up on his $500 confession plan given your obliviousness.

When the both of you settled down on a seat, Guanlin put his chin on his palm, admiring you inhaling the food that you ordered. 

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You waved your hand in front of him, mouth full with food.

“Nothing, its just... you’re as sweet as cotton candy.” 

“What’s wrong with you honestly, you can’t stop being so nice,” You placed the back of your hand on Guanlin’s forehead, “are you sick?”

“I’m not sick,” Guanlin swatted your hand away, “just eat up, I want to go on more rides.”

You scowled at Guanlin’s split personalities, one moment he’s sweet, one moment he’s back to your best friend.

Ride after ride, the sun slowly dimmed and it was already 5pm. The sun was beginning to set, radiating a beautiful orange hue in the sky.

“Let’s take a break, I’m tired.” Guanlin sat down on a nearby bench, leaning against the backrest.

“What happened to the ‘I’ll ride all rides’ Guanlin?” You teased, taking the seat beside him.

“Shut up, I’m tired.” Guanlin muttered under his breath.

“Guanlin?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for today. Really. I enjoyed myself very much.” You turned to face Guanlin, who turned to face you as well.

“You’re welcome, I splurged alot on today.” Guanlin laughed, which made you hit his shoulder playfully, “How much did you even spend? Tell me honestly.”

“Its a secret babe,” Guanlin winked which made you frown and turn your attention back to the setting sun.

A wave of comfortable silence washed over before you began, “The sunset’s really pretty.”

“Like you.” Guanlin casually remarked, making you giggle.

“What’s up with you today seriously?” You pushed your fingers in between Guanlin’s eyebrows, the force sending him leaning backwards. “Your pick up lines are so cheesy.”

“Honestly, I brought you here to confess to you, Y/N,” Guanlin sighed, “I really like you, I really don’t like that we have that friendship wall in between us. I have been trying to break it down but whenever I do so, you build it back up. I honestly don’t know whether you’ll like me back, but I really like you Y/N.”

You fell silent at Guanlin’s mini ramble, shocked at his words. 

“Whatever, I’m just gonna,” Guanlin’s eyes slightly flickered to your lips, then swiftly leaning in to place a light kiss on your lips, leaving you dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way Y/N, I shouldn’t have did that.” The tips of Guanlin’s ears turned pink, slightly turning away from you.

“N-no, I like you too, Idiot.” You held Guanlin’s face in your hands, making him face you, “You’re so stupid you know that, you shouldn’t have splurged this much just to confess to me.”

Guanlin extended his arms, as you welcomed yourself into his embrace, warm and calming. 

“Are you my boyfriend now?” You asked, making Guanlin click his tongue.

“What are you talking about, this is our first day as a couple, idiot.” Guanlin ruffled your hair, pecking your lips once again, as you smiled into a kiss you’d never forget.

[sassysweetcollegegirls]

Chapter 4 of The Klance Equestrian AU that no one’s really looking for but im still writing

Lance woke up the next morning to the pillow tossed onto his head. He had slept fitfully and when he finally drifted off it was closer to the time he was supposed to be up doing morning chores than it was when he should really be sleeping. 

“I’m up.” He rubbed his face and didn’t even bother looking at Hunk who had been grumbling some kind of response about even the Pope doesn’t get up to pray this early. Lance really didn’t care. He clamored out of bed and put on clean jodhpurs and a hoodie and sat down to put on his boots. Even sleepy Lance appreciated the retina that his boots provided and the time it took for him to get the Italian leather to bend and fit. Once he was ready he filled his pockets (making sure he had extra’s for Voltron) and headed downstairs. 

The barn was it’s normal quiet for the most part and Lance carefully grabs his blue bucket thinking there is nothing out of the ordinary he reaches up to turn on the CD Pidge made him when he hears it. 

Theres a soft singing coming from the area of the wash stalls. The voice is smooth and deep but still girly and clear. It’s beautiful something Lance wishes he could capture but he left his phone upstairs. He carefully walks forward his bucket is empty his eyes on the wash stall. Which is lit. 

He’s the only one who has ever been here this early in the morning and Shiro had to be picked up yesterday by Adam. So Lance wasn’t sure who would be standing in a lit wash stall singing at four in the morning. But the thing is empty he looks around because there is still a candy sweet voice singing and Lance wants to know where it is coming from. He looks across the aisle at the stalls and sees Voltron isn’t standing. He tiptoes forward worried the stallion isn’t pacing his stall like he did when He woke and Keith wasn’t there.

The voice gets louder and Lance recognizes some of the lyrics,” Were soarin’, we’re flyin, there’s not a star in hevean that we can’t reachhh...”

They sing high school musical that’s hella gay. But Lance can’t judge he knows the words too. He peeks over the wall of the stall and there is Voltron. He has Keith’s jacket over his eyes and his head in the boys lap. Keith is carefully stroking the stallions neck and ears his fingers are slow and Lance can see that Keith’s hair is wet thrown into some kind of braid to keep it from touching his face as he soothes the stallion.

This is beyond dangerous and Lance knows it but for some reason Lance isn’t to keen on the idea of stopping what’s happening to Voltron. He keeps watching Keith’s fingers and he wants to know why he sits so still and sings so softly. He wants to but everything is telling him this is private something only Keith and Voltron understand.

“I’m all Fucked Up.” Keith sings softly and Lance winces noticing the change in lyrics he takes one more look at the boy whose smiling and singing and starts his chores.

***

Adam called Lance and said Shiro had an emergency therapy appointment and he’d be in as soon as he finished. So Lance did turnout and started cleaning. It wasn’t Lance’s favorite thing to do but he did it because he knew Shiro would walk in demanding that things be held to standards.

Lance was sweating and had removed his shirt by the fourth stall. He want used to the pushing and pulling of shit in the buckets Shiro had insisted the staff use because it built stamina. Needless to say Shiro seemed to be the one using them the most.

He’s a little focused so when he hears someone clear his throat behind him he jumps clean over the bucket in front of him turning to look at Allura and Coran who are standing side by side. 

Allura is dressed in her usual attire for the barn, jean jodhpurs to expensive for Lance’s taste and a tank top that shows most of her shoulders and breast. She has her hair braided into this soft sweeping bun and her makeup is flawless. Lance used to be in awe (sometimes he still is) of how Allura managed to come to the Barn looking like she stepped out of a magazine. Coran was the more normal one he had his dirty jodhpurs and a t-shirt that read “IMA HALF-ta-PASS on That.” his orange mustache was curled into his fingers. 

“ Do you need some help Lance?” Allura inquired her eyes traveling from the bucket to Lance who was drenched in sweat and shirtless. 

“Where is our Great Shiro?” Coran mustered looking around puzzled

“He had an emergency Therapy appointment. He had some kind of episode yesterday... So I have barn duty this morning. Your help is appreciated, you can grab a bucket and a pitchfork if you want.” Lance is relieved because for once he forgot what mucking twenty stalls feels like and he'd only gotten through maybe three. It would be a long day if he didn’t pick up the pace. 

“ Of course we will help. Though I don’t think we will be removing our clothing.” Allura teased grabbing a bucket and a pitchfork from the pile by the ATV. 

“Haha very funny. It got hot in here what was I supposed to do?” Lance groaned as he lifted up a particular wet spot and Coran took the stall beside him. The three worked together in a quick pace. Chatting sometimes Allura would tell Lance about the horses stall or ask questions about what the morning had been like. By the time they reached Voltron Lance had almost forgotten about the Stallion. He had almost forgotten about seeing Keith and Voltron curled up in the bottom of his stall singing to the stallion. 

So when Allura approached the Stall with her Pitchfork Lance was completely unprepared for the response the stallion gave. His eyes rolled white and he began rearing screaming panicked. Allura had his door open and she stood Panicked as he reared and his ears went back and he turned as if to kick but before any of that could happen the door to Voltron slid shut and the Pitchfork was taken by a pair of gloved hands and snapped clean in half over a pair of jeans. 

“ARE YOU INSANE?” Keith snarled. 

Allura looked terrified and Lance rushed forward to put himself between her and Keith. Keith looked angry he was holding the ends of the broken pitchfork and his shoulders shook like he was trying to contain some type of monster. His violet eyes were open and clear and Lance knew he should be afraid but he wasn’t all he could think about was Keith cradling Voltron in his lap singing to him. 

“She was just trying to clean his stall. Calm down.” Lance tried soothing. 

“ Clean his stall? Do you have any idea how terrified he is of pitchforks and people holding them?” Keith’s anger hadn’t calmed any his words were still angry biting,” People would come into his stall with them and fucking beat him with them. BEAT HIM. So you wanna clean his stall you wait till he’s out because he’s gunna respond like that everytime he see’s a pitchfork.” Keith pushed past Lance taking off his jacket he reached into his pocket to get a small bottle of lavender and then he entered the stall. 

Lance sighed and turned to look at Allura who stood eyes wide watching Keith who was entering Voltron's stall eyes calm shoulders relaxed and ready to do whatever he had to do to get him to calm down. 

“Sorry Princess... That’s our new horse. He kinda has some special needs...” Lance picked up the pieces of the pitchfork and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Your not supposed to call me that.” Allura soothed and then she looked at the stall again.

“ Whose the Lad defending him?” Coran asked all activities had stopped as the trio stood watching Keith carefully douse his jacket with lavender and then rub the stallions muzzle and face with it. Voltron seemed to calm his muscles twitched and he looked around in fear still but he was coming down from the stress and the high of the adrenalin. 

“It’s Keith Kogane.” Lance muttered and his mind went back to this morning finding Keith on the floor and trying not to disturb him while he did chores so Voltron could rest. 

“Wait a second You have KEITH KOGANE stationed in these stables?” Allura’s job grew slack and her eyes became wide. 

“ Wait you know this guy?” It was Lance’s turn to be surprised. 

“ Know him!? How about competed with him! He’s the hardest rider I’ve ever competed against. He is daring and cunning but he cares more about his mount than anyone I have ever met... How did you get him here he was exclusively with GALRA’s GALAXY since I met him.” Allura confesses all of the words coming out in a big rush. 

“He came with Voltron... Apparently you can’t separate the two...” Lance murmurs watching as Voltron finally drops his head and pushes it into Keith’s chest. Keith holds the stallions head even though its heavy. The two lock eyes and Lance can feel anger sleeping through his skin. “ It’s almost pathetic really..” Lance says and he’s not sure what made him say it but he said it loud enough for Keith to hear.

Keith’s head turns and he looks at Voltron who has calmed considerably before he hangs his jacket over the stallions poll and exits the stall. He walks calmly up to Lance and looks him square in the eyes.

Lance is trying to process because all of a sudden Keith is in his space. He is standing with his gloved hands clenched, his eyes narrowed and his lip bitten in half while he takes shallow breaths. He smells like hay and lavender and leather and none of it makes sense but it’s sexy and Lance has to swallow the urge to put his hands on Keith’s face and touch his lips.

“Say it again.” He challenges Lance his tone is level and his eyes are set searching Lances.

“I said. It’s Pathetic.” Lance clarifies and he watches the rage settle across Keith’s face.

“The only thing more Pathetic than me is you. So why don’t you go cry to Shiro and get on those fancy push button ponies and walk the fuck away.” Keith had easily envaded Lances personal space but Lance doesn’t feel like backing down

“I could just sell him you know. Middle of the night let someone come get him and you’d never know what happened to your precious Vol-“

“LANCE McKLAIN & KEITH KOGANE” there is the booming rumble of Shiro and Lance has to look at how Keith has him by his hoodie and they are snarling at one another,” WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?”

Keith’s head bows in defeat and he lets go of Lance and Lance steps back and looks up. Neither one of them wants to look at Shiro. Shiro is flanked by Coran and Allura who look more than amused. His eyes are filled with anger and shock because his barns a mess, the horses are outside and need switching and here he has two boys looking like they are going to fight to the death.

Keith crosses his arms and stands facing to the side not answering. So Lance gulps and wrings the back of his neck,” We were fighting...”

“Over?”

“It wasn’t really fighting it was more li-“

“He called me and Voltron Pathetic. So I was gunna fuck him up end of Story Shiro.” Keith snapped and his hand went to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“So what you broke my favorite pitchfork?” Shiro reasons

“That happened before they started trying to kill each other!” Allura sang

It was Shiro’s turn to pinch the bridge of his nose,” Lance you can’t just go around telling people their pathetic because your jealous... Keith you can’t ju-“

“I can’t what Shiro? I can’t defend myself? I can’t tell people to fuck off? I can’t tell them to shove it up there ass? Or I can’t just leave and never come back?” And then Keith was gone he’d said all the hurtful things Lance could see on Shiro’s face and then some.

Keith stomped down and walked into Voltrons stall taking his Halter and lead he reappeared a few minutes later and the two walked off in the opposite direction of the party in the hall. Voltron snorting and looking about freightfully and Keith speaking in low tones.

Lance swallowed before turning to look at Shiro. The man stood some tears running down his face watching Keith and then he looked at Lance and asked,” Why is he Pathetic?”

“Because hes always going on about Voltron this, Voltron that. That stallion went nuts this morning because someone was holding a pitchfork in his open stall door Shiro! He could have killed Allura.” Lance begins waving his arms angrily and pointing at the now empty stall and the pitchfork.

“Lance, Keith stopped him. He shut the door and minimized the threat. Do you really think he would have let Voltron hurt me?” Allura comes up and touches his face her nails glimmer in the corner of his eyes and he looks at her.

“I DON’T KNOW. That’s what scares me. That Stallion is a ball of god knows what and without Keith he’s Pathetic! And Keith’s Pathetic without him.” Lance runs his hands through his hair and looks at the group and Shiro sighs.

“You told me yesterday, your dad would never give us anything we can’t handle... Is this to much for us Lance. Or are you afraid of something else?”

“The boy has potential I’ve seen him on the circuit. Lance are you afraid to be beat?” Coran asks and all of a sudden Lance doesn’t feel so good. He looks at all the faces and all the shit on the floor and he just wants to puke.

And then there’s a warm hand on his shoulder grounding him and he looks behind him to see Hunk (bless his soul). Hunk is looking at the group and at Lance with those eyes that say this is safe but lance is unsure so he simply says,” I don’t think I will be beat, I’m certain I will.”

***

A couple hours later (after everyone has learned that Lance is insecure and he needed reassurance) he is sweeping the aisles alone (Shiro’s punishment for him being a dick). He is looking at Voltrons empty stall and trying to remember what song Keith had been singing before he had walked away.

A deep part of him wanted to look at the lyrics and learn them to see if he could decipher the kind of person Keith was. It seemed so stupid that just several hours ago he wanted to slam him into a wall and beat the ever living shit out of him, but the other part of him wanted to do other things. Like kiss him and run his fingers through Keith’s annoying 80′s mullet. 

Lance sighed and shook his head cleaning the barn was not a place to be daydreaming. He wasn’t paying attention as he backed up dragging a small pile of dirt with him bumping straight into Keith. 

Lance stumbled back apologizing quickly and reached out to steady Keith who had his duffle bag and backpack in hand. He glared at Lance who took a step back,” Hey...Jesus watch where your going man...” Lance mumbled 

Keith looked at Lance again puzzled before reaching into the front pocket of his backpack and pulling out a crumpled twenty dollar bill. He held it out for Lance who looked at it puzzled and back to Keith.

“ What’s this for?” Lance puzzled 

“ I broke your pitchfork... Consider this my way of saying sorry.” Keith murmured as if he was ashamed. Lance looked at the bill still confused and Keith twitched anxious. “ Take it.” 

When Lance doesn’t take the money Keith tosses the money at Lance’s feet and grumbles almost to quietly that Lance can’t hear it,” I said I was sorry okay.” He is gone as quickly as he came. Lance looks at the twenty and picks it up holding it up to the light to make sure it was real and not fake.  Sure enough it was real. 

Lance all of a sudden feels guilty and like he was the one who did something wrong. 

[spellyjane]

Splash, Hammer, Meh, Yay! Chatty 70.3 RR

I was heading into Chattanooga 70.3 with no taper and a month after IM Texas. My coach and I fit in a bit of speed work but it has been a bit of an adjustment. They are such different races. I have been in Ironman mode since last September. Sounds like a good excuse for a wussy day right!? It isn’t, I had a cracking day, it just did not play out the way I planned it.

My team mate / mate Alex and I hit the road loaded with bikes, coffee and enthusiasm for the long drive from Chicago to Tennessee. Even with a delicious lunch stop in funky Nashville we made good time and arrived in time for race check in.

I am probably never going to be in charge of booking race accommodation again. The Days Inn was truly hideous, truly. But it was walking distance to the race start, it had a bed and a lamp, so some may say it was perfect.

We met up with my race mate Jeff for dinner at a pub on the main street. He had flown in earlier from Denver and was there on a mission to claim a 70.3 WC slot. We had an early dinner so that Alex could go and pick up his wife Theresa from the airport.

So our weekend gang of Alex, Theresa, Jeff and I assembled for breakfast at the Frothy Monkey next door to the Chattanooga ChooChoo hotel. There was a lot of good eating that went on this weekend. We planned our day and got moving.

A little recon ride showed the worst part of the course, the suburban streets were cracked and potholed but brightly marked with orange tape. It hardly seemed possible while we were sweating buckets at the unsheltered 3pm athlete briefing, but the weather forecast for race day was for thunder storms and a 100% chance of rain. After hearing the few key bits we needed to know, we staggered back to our rooms for a pre dinner rest and heat stroke recovery. I must say, those athlete briefings are important BUT sitting us out in the sun for an hour is counter-intuitive. What a crock of shit that weather forecast turned out to be, but at that stage it was a significant concern for all of us.

As we wandered up the street to meet Jeff at the restaurant he reserved for our pre race dinner, we saw formally attired people coming and going from what was obviously our destination. I was lucky to have had the sense of occasion to add a pair of loafers to my shorts and shirt combo but really that is as fancy as my race travel wardrobe goes. We arrived quite under-dressed but clearly oozing enough confidence and our blue athlete wrist bands to carry it off. No spaghetti and red sauce to be found anywhere on the menu we endured with soup with lobster, sorghum buttered bread and some sort of tree fern sprouts. I have eaten pre race fish tacos in mexico, schnitzel in Austria and quinoa in Calgary and know that this pre race dinner in Chatty will be just as memorable!

As we dined the heavens descended and the forecast epic weather arrived violently. We stared out the window of the restaurant all dreading our trip back to our hotel let alone the race the next day. I don’t mind swimming and running in rain but riding my bike in heavy rain is just plain scary. I was thinking about the numerous man hole covers and the road conditions I had seen earlier that day. All I wanted at that stage was a safe race, to not crash my bike or be struck by lightning. I was committed to racing, after all I had to burn off all the calories I had just consumed!

Before bed I pottered around got all my transition gear into plastic bags and just got myself into rain racing mode. I pictured my whole day wet and soggy but killing it anyway. My husband sent me some words of encouragement and I was in bed by 10, I managed an ok sleep. I was up at 4am to see a dry parking lot and low cloud cover. Whoa, I was immediately elated!

I met Jeff on a dark corner near my hotel and we walked up to the race together. He was his usual quiet pre race self, perhaps a little more so because I know he was really wanting a good race and a slot.

I got myself ready, went and found Alex near his bike, he is a special breed of chilled out, after letting some of his vibe rub off on me, I told him I would see him near the swim start, and I went off to collect Jeff for the shuttle bus to the swim start. He was not as chilled. He was staring at me with scary evil possessed eyes. I was horrified until I figured out it was not actually directed at me but the member of his nemesis tri team who had racked his bike next to Jeff’s.

We caught the bus to the swim start, and wandered down to the sub 30 min swim time area. (I was anticipating a sub 30 min swim given the river current.) Alex found us and we chatted away nervously while we waited. Actually I chatted away… Still no sign of rain but the deluge the night before had an impact on the current in the river. They had sent the pros off on the original course, swimming 300m up stream, turning, swimming 100m across then the remaining 1600m downstream. But it was evident that the current was too strong for us mortal age groupers so to the cheers and hurrahs of the crowd around me, they cut the up stream portion. I wasnt saying boo, but I certainly was not thrilled to be doing the short swim. So without the upstream portion we just had a mad 1300m sprint downstream. I got that into my head straight away. Don’t hold back I thought, just get in and go hard.

The rolling start works well when people self seed properly. But oh man of course they don’t. I started with Jeff, Alex putting himself a few mins back waved us off as we stepped over the timing mats and took off. I lost Jeff within a minute. I was pushing. I was breathing every other stroke for most of the way. I was swimming over the top of a lot of people.

I found the step and hauled myself up and headed off to the wet suit strippers. I made the climb up the steep ramp into T1 to Theresa’s cheers. I donned my gear and headed out. Jeff teased me about not wearing bike shoes in transition as he caught me just before the bike mount line, dammit, he may just have a point. Anyway we took off within seconds of each other but he was out of my sight very quickly.

I was feeling super. My plan was to hit watts that would give me an IF of about .82-.83 (Intensity factor, a fraction of normalised power over my functional threshold power, I am talking about dosing my effort based on my known maximum average watts for a 1hr effort, or something like that) The problem was that the rolling hills on the course were causing a lot of bunching. In order to keep clear of other riders and avoid drafting I was pushing up the hills and when ever I found myself caught up in any bunches. I was finding that as I was coming into the back of a slower rider’s draft zone and beginning to over take that another rider would come up into my draft zone to overtake me, but then we would hit a hill and everyone would slow down, I could tell who the hell was overtaking who, it was a nightmare, in the end I just felt the best thing to do was to get well away of it all. I channeled my Team INTENT Tuesday afternoon hammer-time mojo and went nuts. I vaguely recall passing some poor guy on the side of the road having a mechanical as I headed up the steepest climb, turned out that was Jeff fixing his dropped chain. I finally got some clear road as I hit the easiest part of the course. I rode past a flock of big black birds sitting in the grass on the side of the road, apparently they were vultures, they were scary looking ugly things. A bad sign? Not for me, they were there for the female pro I was gaining on.

Jeff came up and passed me with about 5k to go, shortly after that Alex was there. It was amazing that of all the almost 2500 people racing, that I would be lined up behind those 2 right at the finish. Neither was pulling away from me too fast so I caught up, I giggled as I passed Jeff and finished ahead of him. My IF ended up being .85, not ridiculous but not particularly smart given the hilly run course to come.

We all took off into T2. I was on my way out when I realised I still had a top on that I did not want, the awesome volunteer helped me get it off and dropped it back at my bike while Jeff ran past me laughing. Jeff, Alex and I all hit the run course within 30s of each other. They were gone and I was already feeling that my effort on the bike was going to make this a bit of an ugly run. Spectathlete Theresa was ready with a super smile and cheer as I ran by her at least 3 times out on the run course. I could see Alex and Jeff running together for a bit, they both looked great and I was super jealous that I did not have the legs to keep up. It was hilly and there were lots of U turns but it was a great run course. The aid stations were fantastic. I was not holding a pace I needed to hit 1:40, but I sure as heck was not going to let 1:45 slide by. I watched as a girl with a strong run and a “45” inked on her calf cruised by me with about 8k to go. Oh darn, had no hope of matching her pace, but still in decent shape and not completely falling apart I kicked on and managed a not so terrible run after a killer bike and a hilly run course.

I high fived Jeff and Alex and gave Theresa a sweaty kiss at the finish. All of us were happy. Alex finished 20th in the insanely stacked men’s 30-34 AG, Jeff came 8th in his 50-54 AG both very happy with their performances.

I was 3rd in my 45-49 AG with a 4:31. I can’t call this a 70.3 PR because the swim was cut short by 700m, but it was my fastest bike run combo ever. It was not executed the way I planned but when I look at the data and past performances, it really was one of my best days out. I had a smoking fast bike split of 2:24 which was 5th female overall, including the pros, my run was mediocre at 1:43, but over all a very fast day.

After the world’s most refreshing beer we headed down to the insanely hot river front to attend the award ceremony and slot allocation. Alex and Theresa escaped after awards but Jeff and I stayed. He was fairly certain, that he had a slot but it really was not till they called his name that he breathed again. I was holding my breath too. There was a lot of joy!

I passed on my slot because I already picked it up in Racine last year but was thrilled to see it roll down to a girl sitting right by me, again more joy!

Post race dinner at fab Chattanooga find, Urban Stack, was followed by ice cream thick shakes. We happily all fare welled Jeff before wobbling back to our skank hotel.

Alex, Theresa and I drove home via awesome food in Nashville, we sung a little John Denver, read and chatted, they were such great company all weekend.

I send my huge love and thanks to Simon for his support.

I send more huge love and thanks to my coach Rick Schopp, yeah, I am respectable on the bike these days, thanks for getting me there.

Next stop, cheering on my boys this weekend at their 1st triathlon. Lookout Brownlees.