#was bout to take a nap and saw this ask lol

[not-5-rats]

I love being goth in Scotland /sarc (these people are so mean, like bro let me be creative-)

Bug Question/Scenario times <33333

1) Modern! AU

Be honest, ever taken an 'Am I Gay?' quiz? (Also what's ur Bugs sexuality/gender identity? I got a stupid doodle idea (it'll make sense when I show y'all))

2) Uh oh, Bodie worked hard and cooked your Bug a meal without knowing they really dislike one of the ingredients! Does your Bug tell him or just suffer through it?

3) Are they good at keeping track of their possessions or do they often lose things?

4) Bloodmoon Swap! AU

How do they hunt/kill people? What's their strategy?

5) Scenario #1 (this shit is super long I'm sorry bros)

Bug had been looking for Chester round the house for like 15 minutes, yet they couldn't find him. That was until they saw him coming out of the room his younger sisters were staying in.

He was clearly exhausted, his pasture was slouched, his eyes half-closed...he looked as though he was about to fall asleep right there. They asked why he looked like shit, he chuckled

"Daisy's sick, she couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, just kept throwing up- been watching her since like 9 last night and only now has she gone for a nap"

He dragged himself through to the living room then threw himself onto the floor beside the couch. He sat on the floor, his back resting against the couch as he sighed out of relief, finally free for a couple of minutes. Bug went and sat on the opposite side of the couch.

"...do you think I'm an alright guardian?"

Bug looked at him, clearly a bit confused by his question. They asked him to elaborate

"Y'know to Daisy and Fran. Out of all my siblings I'm the one least...suited to taking care of kids. Felix is social, caring, always got the energy to play with them, Audrey is organised, knows how to manage kids, can afford to get them the toys and shit they need! Whilst I...I'm just a grump, a sad asshole, who barely ever has any energy"

He pressed his face into his hand, rubbing his forehead as he went on

"They deserve somebody who's gonna be more involved in their life...more than I can give them. But there's no other fucking choice. Mum and Dad ain't in the equation anymore, Felix doesn't have the space for them and Audrey is so busy...they have nowhere else to go...but I'm not fit to be a parent, I'm not fit to take care of them, they need so much more. I just want them to be happy, but I don't think they are happy"

He let his head fall back on the edge of the couch, he didn't look upset, he just seemed blank. Dead even. The only hint of emotion they could see on his face was a shimmer of anger in his eyes..and that anger was towards himself.

What does bug do?

6) Do they enjoy celebrating their birthday?

7) Scenario #2 (ik I'm talking alot rn! It's the holidays I have nothing else to do rn lol)

Most of the Bugs had went out to town in order to collect some new resources, but Chester has stayed back to take care of the baby bugs. Bug had overslept that morning so by the time they woke up the Bugs were already gone...so they bad to stay behind with Chez and the little ones.

Bug and Chez had been talking bout how everything had been going the past few weeks, how the recent town visits had gone, Chez made some sort of joke which resulted in Bug giving him a rough flick to the forehead, this made him chuckle.

Suddenly Chez had to quickly run off as one of the young ones had gotten themself stuck in the top branches of a tree

As soon as he was gone though Fran appeared in his place, an unusual smile creeping on her face as she started quickly signing to Bug

'you know he really cares about you, he isn't very good at showing it but he really cares about all of you'

Bug smiled and questioned Fran on how she was so sure that he cared, she giggled before responding

'cause if he didn't he would've shut down completely when you poked him, he doesn't like people being anywhere near him let alone touch him at all'

Fran kept smiling as she looked over at her older brother, struggling immensely to get the little kid out of the tree. (Like comically on his tippee toes, arms stretched right up as the kid clung to the branches.)

Bug thought about all the times Chez had hugged them, not even just them, all the Bugs! He was always offering a hug, patting them on the back, poking them, etc...and all of it was just a big show of how much he trusted/ cared abt them

*hands the mic to you* here ya go

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[skepticoyote]

Almost died, now what?

Last week (Saturday October 14) my partner and I flew to Toronto to spend a few days with his parents. They rented a nice AirBnB and we had a whole week of fun activities planned (mostly museums because we are boring people). We were really excited since neither of us have traveled since before Covid and it had been literally years since we had seen his family.

The morning of our trip I was feeling a little nauseous and threw up, but passed it off as travel nerves. Something you need to understand about me is that I have struggled with stomach issues for the better part of a decade. I will have these seemingly random bouts of extreme nausea and vomiting anywhere between 3 weeks and 3 months apart, usually lasting about 2 - 4 days. During these attacks I am usually unable to eat anything and can barely keep water down. Weed helps, but obviously it isn't ideal.

So, we caught our flight & landed in Toronto, met with my inlaws & settled in at the AirBnB. Around 3PM I started to feel kinda queasy so I took a quick nap, then we all went out to grab some dinner. As we walked around I started feeling worse and worse, until finally at around 7 I had to run to a restroom at goddamned Loblaws. Did the deed, cleaned myself up, went on my way, still feeling weak and gross. We picked up some Gravol and I headed to bed, hoping that by the next morning I would be back to normal.

Oh hell no.

What followed was nearly 30 hours of vomiting. I couldn't even keep water down and nothing I did helped. There were a couple of points where I was halfway asleep on the bathroom floor, just because I didn't want to keep getting out of bed. It was nice and cool, and close to the toilet.

Sometime the next day MIL - a retired nurse - insisted on taking me to the ER. Off I went to Toronto Western in a cab with my partner and my little metal barf-bowl. At this point I was so loopy that I can't even remember what time of day it was. Everything kinda runs together so I'm sorry if this confusing to read.

Triage saw me pretty much right away and immediately the nurse was concerned. I was grey, one of my eyelids was drooping, and I absolutely reeked of ketones.

Too tired to explain ketones, ketoacidosis or the Krebs cycle so click here if you need to: KETONES

They drew some blood and I waited for the results. I expected them to just hook me up to a banana bag, some strong antiemetics and send me on my way... nope. I was admitted and sent immediately to the ICU and diagnosed with metabolic acidosis. My blood was literally too acidic and was killing me.

The first night is a blur. I remember a CT scan and a shitload of bloodwork. Luckily they were able to get my ketones down, but they were still too high. For example, a healthy persons ketone levels should be lower than 0.5 mmol/L. At admission mine was at a 4.0, and later that night tested again at 8.0. That's 16 times the normal healthy level.

The doctors were baffled. Basically (lol pH humor), it was like I had the blood of a profoundly diabetic person... but my blood sugars were perfect. At one point they were asking if I might have ingested wood alcohol or antifreeze. They asked if someone may have spiked my drink. To quote the main doc, I did not look like my bloodwork. I had poison in my blood and no one knew why.

More bloodwork, more tests... at one point I had an IV in each arm. A second CT was done. They were looking for anything that could cause this and there was just nothing there. As far as the CTs show, all of my internal organs appear normal (although I have a teensy cyst in my liver apparently) and with persistant medicine over the course of 2 days they were able to get me eating and drinking again. My ketones eventually seemed to level off but they were still high EVEN THOUGH I WAS FEELING FINE. No clue what would cause my ketones to jump like that. It could have been caused by the vomiting, but nowhere near that high... and even then, we still don't know what's causing the vomiting. They discharged me late Thursday night with strict instructions to speak with my family doctor when I flew home on Friday to immediately get my blood drawn again to monitor my ketone levels. They sent me home with a packet of paperwork... all my test results, all the comments and notes from the medical team at Toronto Western.

I won't get into the frustrations of Friday... we had to fly home at 6:00am after being discharged at 11:00pm the night before, and then begin the torturous process of getting my bloodwork done at home. It was a headache and wound up taking another 9 hours of waiting between the two hospitals in my city. Finally, late on Friday I was able to get my blood drawn and my results... my ketones were still way, way too high at 4.0. Again. For no reason. And yet another team of doctors left baffled by my issues.

The doctors at the Regional told me that I am to come straight back to the ER if I have even a hint of nausea or dizzyness. If I don't, I could just... die, I guess? I'm going to need to have biweekly bloodwork to monitor my ketone levels until they figure out what is causing this. I've also go an emergency referral to an endocrinologist and internal medicine doctor here in town.

Since I've been home I haven't been sick at all, although I'm still weak from the whole thing. There was a 50% chance I could have died that night at the hospital, and it was very likely that if I hadn't gone to Western when I did, I would have been dead the next morning. It was honestly a miracle that I didn't end up on dialysis.

So I've been taking it easy, forcing myself to eat every few hours to try and keep my ketones low. And it's been hard. Wednesday I have an appointment with my family doctor and to say that I'm nervous is an understatement. I'm terrified that he's going to play this off as nothing, or that I'm looking for drugs... because that's what he does. He doesn't listen. But I have my goddamn novel of test results and doctors' notes from Toronto AND the Regional here in town, and I'm ready to slap him with it if I need to. I need him to get me in to a GI doc ASAP, and not one who just tells me to stop smoking weed or test me for parasites. I'm not shitting in any more buckets, I swear to fuck.

Anyway. That's where I'm at. I'm not dead but I almost was and it really sucked and I don't recommend getting metabolic acidosis.

[butwhatifidothis]

Do you personally believe that the war was started with good intentions? (I'm asking this to several blogs and wish to see opinions)

Ahhh, now that's a toughie.

It depends heavily on how sincere you believe Edelgard is with what she says she wants to do. If you genuinely believe that Edelgard genuinely believed war was the best - and only - way to achieve a better quality of life for those who are overlooked, weak, and/or born on the lower rung (among the myriad of other descriptors for those under privileged), then, well, yes, the war in your view would have been started with good intentions.

Me personally though? I just don't think so, really. imo there's just too many things about the war, what it ultimately resulted in, and the things brought up by CF's endings that are never said to be resolved - with Byleth, who is supposed to bring out the best of the routes' potential outcomes, being present at that - for me to honestly believe it was started with good intentions.

Edelgard states that the Kingdom and Alliance ought to be reunited back under Adrestia despite them being two independent nations with long-standing cultures separate from Adrestia (which are forgotten after the war according to CF's ending narration),

she mentions nothing of the starvation of Adrestia's citizens due to her war (you have to recruit and then talk to Ashe to find this out) (this would be fine - well, not really fine, but at least more acceptable - if, again, she hadn't been the one causing this starvation through her war),

she puts the people in direct danger in three out of four routes,

she continues her war despite initiating it with the stated goal of only taking down the Church but continuing it after she's disbanded the Church,

she lies about the Church dropping a bomb on Arianrhod to her allies in order to hide TWS' actions from them - people who pose a far more direct and larger threat to the people of Fodlan than the Church ever has, and whom she knows have already caused immense harm to her citizens in particular (Remire)

FEH mentions her not having any solid political reforms even after the war is finished which shows how little thought she put into her plans (not having an idea of what to do would be fine/more acceptable, if she hadn't started war certain that her way was the best for Fodlan. She can't say that and then also not be ready to implement some form of government without at best being wholly irresponsible),

the entire basis of the little political structure she outwardly describes would only further help the strong and do nothing for the weak (meritocracy will only elevate those with access to the means of elevation and even then is based entirely on what Edelgard views as valuable),

the people having to be spied on by Hubert constantly due to the amount of rebellions and risings that happen throughout her reign (Dorothea's paired ending with Hubert),

And with that last point mentioning endings, a large amount of CF's endings showcase that Fodlan harbors many of the traits Edelgard supposedly instigated the war for:

undue inheritance granted by birth (Sylvain and Lorenz each have an ending showcasing this to be true),

nobles holding ownership of land,

the loss of choice regarding political standing (Bernadetta being forced to take on House Varley's head position in at least two endings),

one person holding amalgamated power that wasn't rightfully theirs to begin with and that they have by forcefully taking power from others (Leicester and Faerghus being conquered, nobles being stripped of long-held power immediately after her coronation),

censorship of history being present after the war (Dorothea's paired ending with Edelgard, as well as propaganda being deployed even within the ENG ver. of the game, shown by Hubert outright saying that Edelgard hium and Byleth should "control the flow of [this] information")

With all this in mind, I can't honestly say I believe Edelgard had good intentions when starting the war. Every metric that would lean to that idea - keeping the people safe, wanting to elevate the less privileged, wanting to instate legislations that she has put ample thought in that she believes will help the people eventually, throwing away corrupt practices she perceived were being conducted by those she strove to overthrow - all don't happen. Even DLC bringing in Constance and giving Edelgard some sort of idea of what to do in one area of politics isn't stated to have done anything in the ending the support is attached to.

The best I can say for Edelgard's intentions is that she wants for humans to rely on their own strength to become strong, but even that idea is tainted by her continuation of that idea being to strip away support pillars many people rely on to get through life because they are based on a divine presence, not a human one. It means that Nabateans are not allowed to be present in Fodlan - or at the absolute minimum, allowed to hold any form of power - in her mind, because they "lack humanity." It means that the religious are weak-willed and can't survive on their own. It means that they are not allowed in her Empire, as shown by all four routes expelling them in some way (even CF, when she says before she initiates the war that Rhea as well as the servants of the Goddess must be killed in walking her path).

Like... to expand on one of the examples, Dimitri and Claude do not start the war, they have no idea that the implementation of political reforms must be made in the aftermath of war must be made, and yet their solo endings, while still vague on the exact details, give us an idea of how they're going about actually implementing the changes they want to do, with these changes being said to have a visible, positive impact on the people.

Dimitri installs a participatory government that allows for the common people to have a say in politics in order to have their voices and concerns heard directly from them as well as improving foreign relations in general, and Claude installs new trade routes between Fodlan and Almyra and sends forth Almyran reinforcements to assist in Fodlan's skirmishes with Imperial loyalists in order to foster better relations between the two nations. They are very simple explanations for how they're ruling and how they're accomplishing their goals, but they're a starting point. We have some clue as to how they get from Point A to Point B, and we see that they have a very clear, very directly positive result.

Edelgard? The one who started the war? Who started it with the presumption that she knew how best to rule it? Who knew that she needed to rule and implement changes in the aftermath of war ahead of time? She simply "reformed the class system." No how's, not even a simple one, she simply - supposedly - does it. And again, FEH (as well as some supports, like Ferdinand's) shows that she hasn't thought this through, that that part of ruling wasn't a priority for her when she started the war.

To me personally, that's not a sign of someone with good intentions. It's another sign that she mostly started the war in order to get back what she thought was rightfully hers, which was rulership of Fodlan under Adrestia's banner, with little care as to the outcome of her actions in getting that apparent birthright. None of the above results of her actions contradict this idea whatsoever, and many in fact bolster it (only she may decide who is worthy of promotion, only she may decide what the people are allowed to know of history, only under her watch may religion be allowed).

Now, does the setup of her having this intention make sense? Definitely, yeah. Being told by the one family member you have left of this supposed grand birthright that belongs to you and your country and how this evil race of godly beings is stealing it away from you and you must fight to get it back - after you've experienced the horrific lost of every single other family member you know and love to torture you were forced to witness and after you yourself were horrifically tortured and after you've come to the realization during the torture that the Goddess everyone loves and worships didn't help you - and with the torture happening to you in the first place (again, according to your one family member) because other people that aren't you and your family wanted power that rightfully belonged to you and your family....... uh, yeah, that can make more than a few people go a little extreme in their grabs for power. In that regard Edelgard is extremely sympathetic and understandable... just not good.

Again though, this is me personally! I'm not gonna sit here and say that seeing her intentions as good is an invalid view of Edelgard or anything. Hope I answered your question!

[mrs-gucci]

A Beach Day to Remember {Clyde Logan x Reader}

author’s notes: made it just under the wire for this week’s writer wednesday :) it’s a bit different from my usual writing MO, but I honestly had a blast with it and I’m decently pleased with how it turned out, actually. I wrote this late at night while I was half-asleep lol so sorry if it’s a little all over the place! thanks, as always, to @autumnleaves1991-blog for hosting & @clydesducktape​ for helping out! it’s such a great and fun weekly tradition!

warnings: fluff. humor. romance. beach fun. chair wrestling. a quick lil makeout session (nothing explicit). 

no tw’s :)

word count: 2.2k

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By some miracle, you’d convinced born-and-raised country boy Clyde Logan to accompany you to Miami Beach for a week. A whole week, you couldn’t believe it. 

And...he actually bought a pair of swim trunks. Sure, they were a West Virginia Walmart buy, but hey, he bought a pair; you’ll take what you can get.

Who was this man and what has he done with Clyde Logan?

He’s never really been to the beach before, Mamma Logan didn’t like bein’ in the sun too long and Pappa wasn’t about to cross her, so this was his first time. 

Your family used to vacation here every year, so you were relatively familiar with the notoriously rowdy town. The first evening and night consisted of you showing a wide-eyed Clyde around Miami’s bustling night life. But, when the sun came up the next morning, he was revving to get down to the beach.

You had to talk him down a bit there at first, convincing him to eat somethin’ for breakfast before spending a whole entire day in the sun ‘cause if he passes out, he’s on his own getting back to the condo.

“I’m gon’ go get changed fer the beach!” He says excitedly, clapping his hands together and doing a little jog over to the dresser the second you two get back from your sidewalk cafe breakfast.

You smile at his enthusiasm, trying to remember the last time you saw him so openly excited and smiley. After only a few moments of thought, you realize that you’ve never seen him quite like this before. But, you’re certainly taking a liking to vacation Clyde.

Both Mellie and Jimmy requested plenty of photos of, and this is a direct quote, “Clyde’s long, pasty-ass legs in swim shorts”, and you’re nothing if not accommodating...

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, you quickly say “Smile!” and snap a picture of him in his leaf-pattern hunter green trunks. He frowns, striding over to where you’re standing.

“Hey now pumpkin, who’re ya sendin’ that off to?”

You giggle, typing out his sibling’s contacts into your messages. “Nobody...”

His eyes widen when he sees Jimmy and Mellie’s names. He tries to grab the phone away from you, but as he takes it, his palm accidentally nudges the little ‘send’ icon. 

“G’damnit! I fuckin’ sent it to ‘em!”

You’re cracking up as he frantically tries to somehow un-send the message, despite you trying to repeatedly convince him that there’s literally nothing that can be done at this point; the message is permanent.

Almost immediately, the replies begin to pile in and Clyde quickly puts a hand over his face as your phone chimes continuously.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“‘m never gonna hear the end ‘a this when we get back home.” He groans. “Now they got that picture forever and they’re never gonna stop showin’ it...Oh ma god, they’re gonna put it in our weddin’ slideshow, a-and our future kids ‘re gonna see it, and it’s gonna be shown at ma funeral...”

You laugh, shaking your head as you put your hands on his bare, freckle-painted chest. “Hon, I really wouldn’t worry that much about it. It’ll all blow over in a little bit, I promise. Plus, I now have evidence that you actually came to the beach with me. I have a feeling our future kids won’t believe me when I tell them this story someday.”

Clyde starts laughing, running his hands down the curve of your body before landing on your hips. He pulls you in for a kiss, moving his lips gently against yours.

Your face scrunches when he starts licking into your mouth and the bitter taste of zinc overwhelms your taste buds.

“Mmmm, mmm, Clyde?”

He pulls away, brows furrowed.

“Did you put some zinc on your lips?”

His cheeks turn pink and he looks away bashfully. “Oh, yeah, I did. ‘m sorry, I forgot ‘bout that.”

“It’s alright, no need to apologize.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “I love you.”

He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead this time, rather than your lips.

“Love ya too, pumpkin.”

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Clyde’s like a kid at a candy store when he gets down to the beach, quickly putting the cooler down on the sand and dropping his chair down next to it. The sunglasses sit just above the bridge of his zinc-whitened nose as his head moves around to drink in the sights unfolding before him.

You giggle to yourself as you watch him, setting your beach bag down with the cooler before beginning to set up your chair. But your man quickly jumps in and insists on unfolding the chair for you even though, as you’ll soon find out, he has zero idea how to operate a folding beach chair. To be fair, it was one of those older-fashioned ones that had sustained quite a bit of rust.

“Now, how in the world...?” He grumbles, trying to unfold the stubborn thing. He tries just about every method he could think up, at one point he was trying to use his flip-flop equipped foot to aid in the unfolding process, but he still cannot get the damn chair open.

Eventually, a curious (and very entertained) bystander comes over and helps the two of you out with your chairs, and both of you thank them profusely before finally beginning your day at the beach. Clyde remains standing, continuing to look around at all the things happening on the beach while you lay back and open your book to begin reading.

After a bit of sunning time, you and Clyde head down to the water. You keep your feet in the cool water while he stands further in, little waves crashing mid-calf. He finds a nice shell and runs up to put it back at your little setup while you stay and watch as the natural push and pull of the ocean slowly buries your feet in the sand.

Suddenly, a flesh arm comes on your back and a metallic arm scoops behind your knees, lifting you up as you squeal. 

“Clydeeee!”

He laughs, rushing into the water while holding you bridal-style, water splashing up all over both you and him with each of his massive strides. As soon as he knows he’s deep enough, he starts swinging you back and forth.

“One...Two...”

You’re in a fit of laughter, playfully hitting his chest. “Noooooo! Stooopppp!”

“Three!” Clyde tosses you into the blue-green water of the Atlantic as you screech, a big splash accompanying your collision with the surface.

You emerge a moment later, quickly rushing up and jumping into his arms, causing him to fall backwards into the water. He laughs when he resurfaces and splashes you in the face teasingly, to which you respond by doing the exact same thing.

“No more splashin’!” He says, chuckling to himself at the irony of his exclamation.

You laugh, splashing him one more time. “You’re the one that started it, you goof!”

“Now, let’s not play the blame game, pumpkin.” He smiles jokingly, then wraps his arms around your torso, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Both of you spend a bit more time in the water before heading back up to your chairs to dry off in the sun and re-apply sunscreen. Clyde ends up falling asleep, a few shells he found in the water spread out on the top of his thighs as he snoozes.

Only about fifteen minutes later, you look over and put a hand over your mouth to cover the giggles that come when you see that one of the shells has sprouted some legs in preparation for an escape attempt. The creature begins crawling and he starts squirming a bit at the ticklish sensation, clearly beginning to re-awaken from his early afternoon slumber. 

When his eyes blink open and he looks down, he gasps, launching backwards in his chair. Unfortunately, the old-school beach chair already struggles to hold his massive form, so when he jumps back, the chair gives out and breaks clean in half, sending Clyde back into the sand. 

The poor crab is thrust into the sand, but it’s alright, quickly crawling back towards the ocean. You immediately stand up, trying not to laugh too hard until you know he’s completely alright. 

“Oh my fuck...Clyde! Are you okay, hon?”

He nods, chuckling softly. “’m alright, though I can’t say the same for this here chair, though.”

You giggle, helping him sit back up in the sand. When he’s fully sat up, he’s still smiling and laughing, shaking his head.

“Well, I suppose I owe the condo owners a new beach chair.”

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A full, active day at the beach has you pretty fucking exhausted when you two finally head back up to the condo around four in the afternoon. You take a quick cat nap while Clyde showers, then you hop in and wash off the day’s sunscreen and sand.

While you’re in the shower, Clyde rifles through his duffle and pulls out a little velvet box, popping it open to expose the glittering diamond ring that sits on a little pillow. He smiles at the sight, knowing that tonight’s the night he’s finally gonna ask you to be his forever.

He’s been waiting for the right moment for a short while now, and after the fun y’all had at the beach today and the sunset beach walk he’s planning to take you on before your fancy dinner reservations later this evening...he can’t think of a more perfect time to do it.

You step out of the bathroom and Clyde scrambles to quickly tuck the ring box into his khaki pants pocket. He smooths his hands over the fabric before standing up, face breaking out into a wide smile when he sees the beautiful sundress you’ve got on.

“You’re so beautiful, pumpkin.” He says, smiling as he walks up to you, hands on your hips. “Always so, so beautiful.”

Your expression stretches into a bright, genuine smile as you get up on your tiptoes for a kiss. “Thank you, Clyde. You look awfully handsome yourself this evening.”

“Oh, well, thank ya, darlin’.” His cheeks grow red as he looks down for a moment, shoving his hands down in his pockets. “So, do ya wanna go on a sunset walk ‘fore our reservations?”

You agree, and the two of you head back down to the beach. His fingers fiddle with the little box in his pocket as you walk along the beach. Soon, you reach an old lifeguards stand, painted in brilliant mint green and flamingo pink colors. The ‘No Lifeguard on Duty’ paint is still visible, even after some seeming wear and tear to the outside of the building. 

The sun’s touching down on the horizon line as he guides you up onto the old structure’s small front deck, and you lean over the railing together as the sun sinks down. 

Your head turns to look over at your beloved boyfriend, admiring the way the sherbet sky reflects off of and compliments his alabaster skin. God he’s beautiful, you think to yourself for what has to be the millionth time in your three years of dating Clyde. He’ll forever be the most beautiful man in your eyes.

He turns to you then, standing up with a shaky hand reaching out to take yours. “Uh, Y/N, there’s somethin’...somethin’ I wanna do ‘fore we head off to dinner.”

You nod, eyebrows furrowing.

“Sure, hon. Are you alright, though? You’re shaking a bit.”

“’m alright, pumpkin.”

Clyde nods and then, he sinks down onto one knee, wobbling a bit as he adjusts to the new position. He steadies shortly after and then, he pulls the box out of his pocket and opens it up, exposing the ring he spent hours picking out for you.

You’re in shock, hands over your mouth as he smiles up at you, tears already forming in his eyes.

“Y/N, I-I knew when I first met ya that you were gon’ be the woman I wanted to s...spend the rest of ma life with. Y-Yer so funny ‘n kind ‘n so, so beautiful; yer just...yer perfect, p-pumpkin.”

You feel the tears beginning to spill out of the corners of your eyes as he continues, tears now running down his cheeks as well.

“I love y-ya more than life itself, Y/N, an’ I...I wanna spend the rest of ma livin’ days on this planet by yer side. Will ya...will ya marry me?”

Time seems to stand still for Clyde, then, his nerves overwhelming and overtaking his entire being. The seconds between his final word and your response are some of the longest and most anxious seconds of his life, but damnit, they were well worth it.

“Yes, Clyde, yes. O-Of course I’ll marry you.” You say, smiling as he stands to pull you in for a passionate kiss.

He’s overjoyed, really, heart racing but in the best possible way. You said yes. You’re gonna be his wife, his Mrs. Logan.

“God, I love ya.” Clyde whispers against your lips, pulling the ring from its place on the delicate pillow. “I love ya so, so much, Y/N.”

“I love you t-too, Clyde.” You smile, holding your left hand out for him to slip the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit, and you immediately pull him in for a hug. “I can’t wait to marry you, hon, can’t wait to become Mrs. Logan.”

He grins widely, pressing another few kisses onto your lips.

“Mrs. Y/N Logan, ma beautiful wife, ma forever partner.”

You nod, sniffling softly.

“Your forever partner.”

[tiredcowpoke]

TITLE: The Ease of a Storm PAIRING: Arthur Morgan/Reader. REQUEST: Unprompted. BLURB: A thunderstorm rolls in while you and Arthur are in the wilderness. WARNINGS: Thunderstorms, I guess? It’s mostly fluff.  NOTE: I’ve seen a couple works where Arthur comforts the reader about a fear of thunder, but usually I sit there like “can’t relate” because I love thunder. To an extent at least. lol So, I figured I’d write something for people who like thunder and standing around in the rain as much as I do. I miss it in the winter where I live. Anyway, gender neutral reader! Kind of short but to the point and fun to write, so hey. There’s also a bit of a personal headcanon in there too. 

Despite the pine tree, you could feel some wetness soaking into the fabric of the jacket you wore.

Thankfully, you had the foresight to take a heavier one that you usually wore, so the chill that settled didn’t effect you much. You could see your breath somewhat as the rain poured down on the ground around you, the branches of the tree at least making it only somewhat of a light spray. However, you had long since smelled the wet earth before the first drops fell where you were.

You had been sitting in the tent, reading, as Arthur had managed to doze off beside you in the late afternoon. Given the ride out to where you were near Strawberry, you weren’t sure if he was really out for the night or just napping. Still, the man deserved it. You had been acutely aware of just how much he worked for the gang, much to your own frustration at points when you just wanted to see him, have moments like earlier where you both could relax. That or when you wanted to help, but he brushed it off.

Still, it was nice to see. However, you weren’t all that inclined to join him and you had been getting a little restless when the first winds of a storm swept through the area. Luckily, the wind wasn’t too strong, just enough to add some chill and bring the rain your way. Normally, you knew you should have woken Arthur up and said something about the storm--it was still early out, maybe you could ride into Strawberry later if it gets worse.

Really, the idea of rain had gotten you a little excited. It had been enough for you to wait it out a bit before getting up and exiting the tent, wandering over toward the tree that you currently were standing under.

For once, your mind felt blank. At ease.

You could hear the rain falling against the ground and leaves of the trees, looking out over the small ravine as you watched the rain fall. You watched the dirt paths below, the odd rider racing through, hands keeping their hats securely on their heads as they rode through the downpour. There was the odd animal that would scurry across the paths down below, and you could hear them moving around near where you were. However, it didn’t seem like it was any cause for concern for you, your arms crossed in order to keep some heat in your jacket. You just listened, letting time pass.

There was no gang, no Arthur, no task at hand. Just you.

Though, your gaze flicked upward, catching a quick flutter of light in one of the clouds that loomed in the distance. Sure enough, there was a low rumble a few moments later, making a smile spread across your face.

However, you couldn’t hold onto the moment. Not forever, anyway. As the thunder settled, you heard a familiar voice call your name. There was a notable sound of alarm to it, making you turn to glance back toward where the camp was. You could see your horse standing under the tree you hitched her to, tossing her head somewhat but otherwise seemed unphased. Still, you shifted to push off the tree somewhat, hand coming down to rest against your holster.

“Arthur!” you called out, almost cursing yourself at possibly leading trouble your way instead of just heading back. Still...well, he had called out first.

Sure enough, you heard a rustle and hurried footfalls coming your way, as much as the rain threatened to drown the sound out as another rumble of thunder filled the air. Arthur walked toward you, hand resting on his hat as you relaxed somewhat.

“The hell’re you doin’?” he asked, accusatory but otherwise fine.

“Watching the storm,” you replied, turning to lean back to where you were against the tree trunk, beckoning him over with a small wave.

Arthur walked up beside you, pressing shoulder to shoulder as he tried to shelter himself under the same tree. As much as you weren’t freezing, the little warmth that offered was appreciated. You were fine with lapsing back into silence so you could listen to the downpour, but with Arthur there with you, you knew it would only be a while until he filled the silence.

However, you weren’t expecting the touch of sheepishness.

“Used to be...scared of storms. When I was little.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he replied around a sigh, “They used to get me bad, but after my mother passed...well, my ol’ man weren’t all that nice ‘bout it. Learned to stop cryin’ about them, but they used to make me anxious and thunder made me flinch well into me bein’ a teenager.”

“They don’t now,” you observed as a somewhat louder clap of thunder almost drowned out the last of his words--he hadn’t even blinked.

“Yeah, I stopped ‘round the time I got used to gunshots,” he replied, pausing a moment, “...and Hosea helped.”

“Hosea?”

“Yeah, think...think he noticed, when I was young,” he replied, a somewhat far away look in his eye as he continued, “About a year after I joined him and Dutch, he used to see a storm roll in and would linger about ‘round me. Tried to do some readin’ and writin’ too, if the storm weren’t too destructive. Eventually, he’d pull me away from camp and we’d watch it roll in if it weren’t too miserable. We were out west then, too...would feel the heat drop off and you just knew.”

“...I’ve always liked thunderstorms,” you admitted, “and rain. Ever since I was young. I’d get scolded a lot, running out into the rain and the mud whenever one would roll around.”

“You and I was two different kids, then,” Arthur commented, “Couldn’t catch me inside anywhere unless there was a storm.”

You let out a small hum in agreement, leaning against his side as you rested your head against his shoulder. The leather of his jacket had gone somewhat cold in the weather, some wetness on your cheek but you were getting rained on already. Though, Arthur shifted to wrap his arm around you and hold you closer to his side. You ran over what he told you in your head, seeing that scared little kid in your mind's eye (and tried not to think too deeply on his family life back then. He had mentioned a few things about his father, you were aware of what he was like.) Though, the Hosea story warmed your heart a bit.

Admittedly, you had noticed the photo of him, Dutch, and Arthur on the side of the wagon back at camp. When you first saw it, it was strange to see the younger versions of themselves. Though, you could imagine Hosea from that photo sitting on a bedroll under a tarp, trying to read to Arthur and them sitting together at the edge of camp.

There was some envy there, admittedly. You never really had much of a father-figure in your life. Then again, Arthur may not have either, if he hadn’t have joined up with the gang.

There was a history you felt relieved to be let in on, among other things that had developed as you and Arthur got close.

“I never took you for the storm watchin’ type,” he commented after the lingering silence, your head shifting somewhat from his shoulder.

“I never took you for someone who fears them,” you returned, letting out a small chuckle at the look he shot you.

“When I was a kid,” he stressed, “I ain’t no more. Don’t make me regret tellin’ you that.”

“I won’t,” you replied with another small chuckle, “I’m glad I heard it from you, I’m sure Hosea would have brought it up eventually. He does like to rib you.”

“He sure does…”

You smiled, reaching up to turn his head so you could kiss him. You held the gesture for a few moments, Arthur letting out a sound from the back of his throat before he pulled away somewhat.

“You’re soakin’ wet,” he commented, causing you to scoff lightly.

“You’re being dramatic. I’m a little damp.”

“No, seriously, I don’t even know how you’re not shiverin’,” he returned, though he didn’t shove you away from him as he glanced out toward the ravine again, “Though, hate to cut your fun time out here short, but that gets any closer and we might have to think about headin’ into town. I may not be scared of thunder no more, but I’ve seen what lightnin’ does.”

“...Yeah,” you admitted--you had been noticing the distance of the flashes and the volume of the thunder had been getting closer and louder.

“I’m sure it’ll be just as nice to listen to from inside that hotel in Strawberry,” he commented, stepping away from you.

As he did so, you could feel the coldness of the air seep in pretty quickly--maybe you were getting a little soaked. You cast one last glance out toward the gathering storm before turning and following him back toward the makeshift camp. As much as you loved storms, a warm bath seemed nice too.

[sincerely-raine]

Aizawa x Reader // SFW Headcanons

Heres the NSFW headcanons that I wrote before this lol:

Before dating:

I feel like he would notice his feelings for you early on, but would refuse to accept it for a bit.

Then after he accepts it, straight up confesses but doesn't wanna date because

1. He has a very tight and stressful schedule, and as a rational guy who likes an organized schedule, adding a girlfriend into his hectic life would be hard.

2. As a pro hero, being in a relationship would be difficult, trying to keep your partner away from villains and such. Though he'd want the relationship to be secret, both cuz he's very reserved and as I said, villains, he's still worried about word getting out and you being hurt.

But if you two end up dating anyways, whether it's because he's trying to be less of a worry wart and was convinced to fit time with you into his life...

After dating:

Actually not very cuddley, ik in my nsfw headcanons post I said we was, but hear me out lmao: That stuff would be more of an intimate thing to him, and of course cuddling is a cute, romantic thing so yeah. It just fits together. Anyways...

Sometimes he does like to cuddle or atleast hold hands, but only in private.

I also see him living in a rural area? Like,, near the city, but not in the city itself.

I like to imagine that little scene in the opening credits of...I think season 4? Where he's sitting on a rock in a field, that it's part of his yard.

In that case, visiting, or even living with him, is very peaceful.

Likes sitting next to you on his porch, listening to the crickets chirp, the rain falling, or star gazing with you.

Aizawa is a very compassionate guy (even if he tries to hide it), if you're having a bad day or smtg, he'll always do anything he can to help.

You want takeout? Tell him where you want it from and he'll pay. Going on a walk? He's asking where you wanna walk to. Hell, if you wanna go to (in his opinion) a loud, annoying, chaotic concert, he's fully down for it.

He doesn't really like dates, prefers to just chill with you at your guys' houses.

He probably doesn't have any cats, due to having so little time to take care of him, but after you move in, you convince him to let you two adopt a cat and you promise to take care of it.

He feels bad knowing he's not helping you take care of the cat, but if you also convince him you're fine with it, he'll be like "ight then" and plans a visit to the nearest animal shelter.

This is unrelated to dating, but I see him being anti-pet shopping and only gets his pets from shelters instead of pet stores.

Might even volenteer at a shelter if you beg him to make the time.

If you're a sleepy person too, he likes to take naps with you.

As I said in the beginning, he's not super cuddley, so when you're napping, he'll just casually drape an arm over you and may even touch foreheads with you as you two fall asleep.

But if you deal with insomnia, he'll be 100% there to help you. I don't think he'll stay up too long with you unless it's the weekend and there's no school, but will for around half an hour.

He'll also pay for melatonin if he has to.

Will ask Nezu to let you have a pass to get into UA, just in case something happens. (Especially after the dorms are made and has to live there instead.)

I kinda wanna see him asking questions like "How do you say 'I love you' in (your native language)?" but I don't see him being the type to ask that stuff. *Sad emoji*

Speaking of, if he ever needs help translating, you're the first person he goes to.

And you need help translating, he'll be there to help you.

He likes humor but more of the calm type of humor, especially if it's sarcastic humor.

But his partner can't be shits n giggles all the time, at some points they have to take things seriously, without joking.

Would want a more kind an understanding partner, one he can trust and will always be there for him, and they have to be independent too.

After marriage:

Lol I just requested someone for proposal/marriage hcs. I'll link their post right here:

All I can really say on this part is having kids.

I kinda imagine after he adopts Shinsou and Eri, he'd have an accident pregnancy with his partner (if they have the female reproductive system, if you don't then just ignore this hc lol)

We all saw how he treats these two...he's a simp: father version lmao.

Literally let's them walk all over him.

And I just wanna address smtg before I end this:

"Best girl is Jirou...best girl is Mina" ...Bitch no, best girl is Eri. Eri is best girl. Fuck y'allllll

[blissedoutphil]

Tops Only Part 2

Dan’s favourite actor just opened a new bar right by the street near his apartment, and he couldn’t wait to check it out. One problem though, it was for Tops only, and Dan wasn’t one.

1389 words of Top!Phil, bottom!dan, AU where everyone’s born with a Type (top/bottom/switch)

There's a tiny part in here that was inspired by the Weenie Hut Jr episode of Spongebob. gotta love that classic

~Part 1~

or read on ao3!

“Thought you were gonna unstan him now.”

Dan rolled his eyes at Anthony’s remark, then went back to scrolling his tumblr. His post about how unfair Phil was with the bar had gained traction, and it was largely supported by his fellow Type. Though there were some Tops who grumbled about how people were taking things too seriously or tried to explain that it wasn’t unfair. Dan blocked those accounts. What do they know about unfair treatment?

Dan had asked Anthony to help with his plan B tonight: Perhaps they could let him in if he came with a Top. It would definitely irritate him if they allowed this, but at least he would be let in. Anthony easily agreed to try it out, so here they were waiting in line. He was a friend Dan didn’t deserve, always willing to indulge in Dan’s fanboying.

Dan had waited a couple of weeks, walking past the bar everyday but from across the road instead. He'd observed the different bouncers, trying to work out their schedules as he didn’t want to cross paths with the same one from his original attempt.

They stepped up to the new bouncer, who easily let Anthony through after they flashed their ID. But he held out a hand in front of Dan when Dan tried to quickly follow Anthony.

“Oh, I’m with him,” Dan reasoned.

“Still no can do buddy,” the bouncer stepped between him and Anthony.

“It’s okay I can take care of him,” Anthony spoke to the bouncer casually.

Inside, Dan hated the statement. He can take care of himself, thank you very much. But that’s just how the world worked and treated Types - Tops protect and care for their Bottoms. He understood where Anthony was playing at, so he played along and nodded with wide pleading eyes.

“Sorry,” the bouncer shook his head.

Dan frowned, but at least this bouncer was polite. Unfortunately though, he’d judged the guy too soon.

“I think you’d be better off in a Bottoms Only Bar,” the bouncer then suggested lightheartedly.

"Bottoms only?!" Dan repeated in surprise and seethed, “are you fucking kidding me?”

The bouncer shrugged unapologetically, swiftly moving on to the next person. Anthony shot Dan an apologetic look before he entered. Dan had prepared for this outcome, instructing Anthony to enter without him if he couldn’t so that he can bring back updates on what goes on inside that makes it so unacceptable for Dan to be let in.

Dan made his way back home begrudgingly, imagining himself opening a Bottoms Only Bar. See how Phil would like being excluded like this.

He sighed as he reached his door, shaking his head at his own thoughts. Why would Phil care about Dan’s made up Bottoms Only bar, he doesn’t even know who Dan is.

Dan entered his apartment and sprawled on his sofa, opting to scroll the internet while he waited for Anthony. The security at Phil’s bar was good, he read quite a number of fans’ posts on how they tried to sneak in not just through the bouncers but through any possible back doors. So far, nobody has had any luck still.

Anthony finally returned past 1am, startling Dan out of his accidental nap when he knocked on Dan’s door. Dan narrowed his eyes at Anthony when he opened the door.

“You didn’t need to be there that long,” Dan grumbled.

“Dude, it was...” Anthony was clearly very pumped up and tipsy after a good night out but he quietened, not wanting to make Dan feel bad about being unable to enter.

“Just tell me,” Dan groaned, slumping back on his sofa.

So Anthony related the events of his night. How there were Bottom waiters enticing the guests while serving their dessert and drinks. Giving them a show and dancing with the Tops, even getting sexual with those who gave extra tips.

“Did you like… get it on with a waiter or what?” Dan said judgmentally.

Anthony shrugged playfully, “The opportunity presented itself…”

Dan fake retched at Anthony’s confession, and got a playful punch on his shoulder in return.

It was clear from what Anthony told him that the bar really was catered for Tops only. That still didn’t satisfy Dan, though.

“He could’ve made an all-inclusive bar,” he pouted.

Anthony sighed empathically but he countered softly, “Well, it’s Phil’s way of finally expressing his Type I guess.”

“By capitalising on it and alienating a big part of his fanbase?” Dan spat.

“You really should unstan him if it bothers you, this is getting unhealthy.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Dan stuck his tongue out at Anthony.

“I saw him there,” Anthony admitted in a small voice.

“What?” Dan perked up instantly, “What was he doing? Did you get any pictures?!”

“I didn’t, but I think he’s there most nights. He made a short appearance and thanked everyone for coming and supporting him. Played around with some of the Bottoms for a bit.”

Dan scoffed, but deep down he felt a bout of envy. He wondered how those Bottoms got the job.

“Trust me Dan, you wouldn’t enjoy it there anyway. You’re not missing out on anything,” Anthony tried to comfort him.

“I guess. Thanks for getting the inside scoop,” Dan joked half-heartedly, getting up from the couch.

“I’ve prepared the guest room,” he yawned as he headed towards his own room.

He’d heard enough. Maybe Anthony was right, there was no reason to let some celebrity affect him this much. He decided to sleep his negativity off, abruptly leaving Anthony in the lounge. His friend had stayed over enough times to know to make himself comfortable in Dan’s home anyway.

Of course, unstanning someone Dan had adored for years was easier said than done. A few days later, he was back on his bullshit. He’d tried searching for any information online on how to get a job in Phil’s bar, but there was nothing at all. He frowned, he of all people should’ve seen information about it. How the hell did he miss any job ads or casting calls or auditions or whatever?

Dan sighed as he walked past the bar from across the road after work again. He could’ve been working in there right now. Seeing Phil every night. Maybe dancing with him. Instead he was stuck in some boring office admin job.

The queue to enter never wavered despite it being almost a month since opening already. And despite knowing almost everything there was to know about the bar, Dan still longed to step inside and see it for himself.

He visited Anthony for lunch the next day. And to drop Plan C on his friend.

“Are you insane?!” Anthony said incredulously upon hearing Plan C.

“C’monnn, everyone says we look freakishly alike anyway!” Dan persuaded.

“And what happens if they find out you’re using my ID? Will you pay the fine for me? Bail me out of jail?” Anthony stared at him disbelievingly.

“Don’t be so dramatic!”

“Oh I’m the dramatic one here? It’s just a bar Dan, let it go.”

Dan fell silent. He knew Anthony was right, there was no point in arguing. He sagged against his chair in defeat.

Perhaps Anthony felt guilty for dismissing his idea like that because after their lunch, Anthony sat Dan down on his couch and turned on one of Dan’s favourite movies that Phil starred in. It was telling that Anthony was trying to cheer Dan up because he would never watch that movie on his own accord.

“How long are you gonna be all mopey like this?” Anthony sighed after the movie ended and Dan was still being quiet.

“How come... I didn’t at least know they were hiring waiters or something?" Dan spoke wistfully.

Anthony gave a long suffering sigh before saying, “Maybe that could be your Plan D if C doesn’t work out.”

Dan looked up at his friend in surprise, finding Anthony’s hand outstretched towards him with his ID in hand.

“Really?” Dan said in an unsure but hopeful tone.

“Take it before I change my mind,” Anthony huffed.

“Thank you!” Dan leapt up to land in Anthony’s lap and crush him in a tight hug, “I owe you one.”

“Just don’t do anything stupid to get yourself caught,” Anthony chuckled, returning the hug.

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~Part 1~

This chapter's kinda short but dw next one's gonna be longer! Sorry no sign of Phil (yet) but hope yall enjoyed some danthony this chapter :) I'm enjoying projecting fan behaviour onto Dan lol

There will be either 4 or 5 parts for this fic, idk we'll see! lmk what you think so far~

[katsukisbimbo]

u know i had to do it to em 😌👊 also this is my first time doing this :> so, i'm more of an introvert, but i can be very loud and open around my friends. i zone out a lot and become such a crack addict as soon as it hits 12, its kinda weird how it works. i love when people play with my hair and i absolutely love stealing other peoples clothes. i dont really do violence unless the other person starts it. i absolutely suck at intentionally flirting and can be so oblivious. im also kinda tall? :>

i matched you with kuroo!! you guys are just compatible, but not eaxcerly the same, but you guys compliment each other very well

kuroo loves your introverted personality?? like he lOves it because as sociable as he is, he just likes chilling at home with his s/o on some days

and he loves that you show him a different side of you??

he loves your crackhead personality so much and he just matches your energy

once midnight hits

the apocalypse insues

like y’all are just crazy in general

but yes you do still have fluffy uwu times with him

OH!!!

NAPS!!

NAPS!! WITH!! KUROO!!

he especially loves it when he plays with your hair and you guys alternate

he just loves being close to you in general

and yes he’s a whiny baby for you but you love it because he’s bAbie!!!!

and LOVES!! when you wear his clothes

especially during his games

you sneak one of his jerseys into your bag one night bc you wanted to surprise him by wearing it to his game tmrw

and when you dO come

he finds you in the crowd and he’s just like

🥺👉👈 wow

‘my s/o is bABIE’

also he fucks with your attitude

one time there was a girl from another school who tried to hit on your man but obviously he was like

“lol i have a s/o,,”

but this girl doesn’t know how to quit

so of course

like the baddie you are

you stroll in and plant a pHAT kiss on kuroo’s mouth, which he very much enjoys

but she still doesn’t know how to take a hint and doesn’t realize that you’re not harassing kuroo

until she pushes you off of him

phew

shit was bout to get P H Y S I C A L

you were about to put your mf hands on this bitch because technically she got the first touch so this would be considered self defence

you rose your hand to slap da shordy

but kuroo stopped you

“tetsu u pussy ass bitch i was finna fuck her shit up”

“y/n, no”

n he just slings you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

but yes

you do flip the girl off

several times

believe it or not

kuroo got u bc he didn’t know how to flirt at ALL

like he kept flirting with you but u was just there like

👁👄👁 ok.

lIKE

hes literally been admiring you ever since he saw your long legs pass him by

he was so THIRSTY

he loved that you were tall just because it made kissing you better

but you were oblivious asl

he literally pulled a kabedon n told u straight up that he wanted to smash

nO IM JOKINGBSJS

but he did kabedon u

but just told u that he wanted to take u out sometime

luckily u understood that

n he’s honestly the best boyfriend u could ever ask for

[daily-tolgirl-smolbean]

January 12, 2020 (Sun)

Just a short update so I can catch up to the daily routine:

It’s Sunday again! The most bittersweet day of the week. On one hand, it’s the end of the weekend which means it is Monday again tomorrow which means work which means ughhhh. On the other hand, it’s Monday again! It’s the weekdays again! I can see my smol bean again! haha So you see what I go through. Plus there are some weekends where we got to spend it together so Sundays means being separated again and that sucks the most.

For today, nothing much really happened. I just went back to Manila again. Pretty chill day where I got to make kulit of my smol bean in our chat. There’s a bit of a blimp when she was being insecure and won’t show her face with clay mask. I mean, I really am makulit and wanted to see it, I’m pretty sure it’s going to look cute on her. But alas, she’s stubborn and doesn’t really wanna show it/. Made me a bit sad ‘coz it wasn’t like I’m gonna tease her.. okay maybe just a bit hehe. But yeah. She noticed I was off afterwards. To be fair, I really was sleepy and trying to push her to show me her face tired me a bit. So I took a nap. 

When I woke up, she has sent me some pokemon filters of herself (squirtle and charmander) which really lifted my mood. Such a cutiieeeeee!

We also talked about the thing. She taught I’ll feel off about her if I saw her with the clay mask ‘coz she thinks she looks bad. But then again, she realized that what if I’m the one with the mask and all. She realized she won’t mind and still see me as cute. Which is the same case for me. I love every bit of her, including all the marks and imperfections. In my eyes, it’s what makes her my smol bean. She’s unique, beautiful and very much the person that makes my heart run with every part of her. I mean, I haven’t even taken a bath today and yet she finds it adorable. hahahaha weird but endearing isn’t?

And so, the night was calmer. We went on a video chat where I just play games and she does her thing. I was kind of bored and still haven’t showered. It’s either I shower, I go buy coffee, or go to the gym. In the end, I decided to go to the gym so I would have to take a shower afterwards. I’m such a lazy ass lol.

So I went to the gym. On my way there, I realized something’s off. Something kept going on my eyes and it’s a bit dusty. So I asked smol bean if something’s up. Lo and behold, there’s apparently an on going ash fall that night. Taal Volcano’s acting up and spewing ash over Manila. Shookt ako. I wasn’t informed. So I had to trek my way to the gym faster. Smol bean’s pretty worried bout me. But anyways, took me 15 min walk and I’m at the gym na. Started my threadmill run with her watching me while she works on her tita’s invitation.

She had to call her brother in EU so we had to drop the call. I went on an hour of run, did a few basic work out stuff and rest na. Finally, I manage to take a shower na HAHA. I told her “I’m done shower na.” She thought I was just about to take a shower and instantly messaged me na done na call with her brother and we should vid call. *insert emoji” Lol sorry, done na with shower. So I just sent her a pic of newly showered me. *insert emoji* mehehehe 

When I’m all done, I sat on the gym mattress to charge my phone and vid call her first. I’m so lazy I didn’t feel like walking home just yet. Needed my smol bean of powerboost first. I miss that face. It’s nearing 11 pm though, so I decided to walk home na. I used my jacket to cover my face from the ashfall. She’s adamant I protect myself. She has a point though, it kinda irritates my eyes and nose.

Also remember when I said I wanted coffee, of course I just had to buy one before going up to my condo. And the lil ol clumsy me just had to spill it to myself huh. A usual occurence to tol girl’s life lol. This is why smol bean likes to take care of me, I’m such a clumsy kid. I even got a bit burnt on my fingers. Smol bean’s face is full of exasperation and resignation again because of my antics hahaha. I drank my coffee, ate my banana and watch her pack her things since she’ll be back to Makati on Monday. Still a dilemma though if she should just work from home (wfh) since it was advised to them. I kept checking up on the news about the Taal Volcano eruption to ensure it is safe for her to go back to south.  She also has to check up on an apartment listing. I also wanted to see her tomorrow. But the whol volcano thing is putting us on a loop.

In the end, she packed her things, we went to bed and just kept making kulit til 2 in the morning. Batang pasaway ohhhhh. She gotta get up by 3:30 if she’s going back, so I watched her sleep and I kept checking up on the news. I wanna be prepared for the both of us in case something happened. Tried waiting for her to wake up but sleep caught up to me.

And so, that’s how my Sunday went by. Me going to sleep wishing I’m sleeping besides her. I just wanna warm her up and protect her from all of the world’s worries. Can’t wait to see my smol bean.

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PS: Baby, you fell asleep with your back on me. Even your back is adorable, so don’t you ever think I’ll find any part of you undesiring. :)

[ichigopanhpff]

BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 20

We’ve reach chapter 20! Does anyone really read this thing though? lol

SPOILER ALERT: This is leading up to the Redemption Arc, so there’s a bit of spoiler to the main story here. This one is a much shorter chapter compared to the last one.

Read. Ch. 19 | Masterlist

With November coming to a close, winter was in full swing. There was always something about the cold in Japan that made Ren want to bury her body under a kotatsu and hibernate. She lethargically emerged from the her warm cocoon of her bed to get ready for class. The chill of the air made her shudder aloud and rubbed her arms furiously to stay warm. Putting on her designated “home hoodie,” she grabbed her belongings to wash up downstairs. Even after fully clothed, 1-A’s resident advisor found herself moving much slower than she liked. And her monthly visitor’s cramps did little to help. She saw Asui coming down with half-lidded eyes and yawned aloud.

“I’m sorry, ribbit,” the amphibian girl apologized and rubbed one of her eyes. “Winter is always hard for me.”

“You’re preaching to the choir, Tsuyu-chan,” Ren agreed and proceeded to boil water for some tea. “Would you like some? Maybe it’ll help wake you up.”

Asui slowly nodded and let out another yawn.

Leaning her head on the refrigerator door, the pink-haired girl found herself drifting asleep, only to be rudely woken up by Bakugou.

“If you’re gonna sleep, don’t do it somewhere where people need to grab stuff,” he exasperatingly refuted and pinched her cheek hard to get her to move.

The stinging from the pinch woke her up halfway as the electric kettle turned off automatically. Heaving a heavy sigh, she wobbled over to the other counter and made English Breakfast tea for herself and Asui. Adding a splash of milk and half a spoon of sugar, she stifled a yawn before sipping the hot beverage. She then handed the second cup to the napping frog girl, to which she thanked her for. Heaving a long sigh, she grabbed two pieces of toast and munched on it like a turtle.

Class went by in a blur and Ren managed to halfway wake up just as the day ended. The classroom door to 2-A suddenly slid open and revealed a very excited Ito with something in his hand.

“Everyone! The photos from the festival have been printed!” her classmate announced.

“About time!” one student chimed.

The class crowded over Ito as he opened the album and flipped through until they found the group shot of their class.

“Whoa! We look out of this world!” Tomoe exclaimed.

“I do have to say, the costume team did a wonderful job,” Seri commended. “My dress was so comfortable to move around.”

“And thanks for adding that last minute train to mine,” Ren sighed out. “It was much appreciated.”

“You’re still sensitive ‘bout that?” Tomoe asked with a tone of surprise. “Dude, let it go. Flaunt it.”

“I absolutely refuse to,” the pink-haired girl deadpanned and blushed. “I don’t want it to be bodysuit-gate all over again.”

“Speaking of your costume, Takahiro,” Ito interjected with a sly smile. “Your photo was one of the top three most requested for reprints next to Hadou-senpai’s.”

She blinked stupidly.

“I’m sorry, what now?”

“This one.” He flipped to the page where her photo had the full page spread of a mid-action shot from when she jumped off of the swing. She let out a panicked scream.

“It seems the audience was quite entranced by your wisp character,” Hayasaka remarked, staring at the photo. “Maybe it was a blessing in disguise I injured my ankle and helped backstage instead.”

“Your quirk would’ve made the wisp freakin’ legendary!” she reasoned. “I did what I could while running on 3 hours of sleep and barely remembered half the shit I did!”

“So?”  Akiyama huffed. “ I was on energy drinks and was awake for nearly 36 hours making all the costume adjustments.”

“Well no matter,” Miyake disregarded. “What’s important is the festival was a huge success and we were able to pull off the performance thanks to your help, Takahiro.”

Heading back to 1-A, she found Aizawa with the Big Three and Eri-chan sitting on the couch. She overheard Aizawa saying U.A. was now in charge of her well-being. Before Ren was able to go over to say hi, Togata and Aizawa waved her, Uraraka, Midoriya, Asui and Kirishima out the door to talk.

“It seems like Eri-chan’s parents abandoned her,” their homeroom teacher revealed. “And her closest blood relative is the boss of the Hassaikai, who is currently in a coma. So she has no where to go.”

“You may have heard this from sensei, but her horn is the source of her quirk,” Togata chimed in and tapped the left part of his forehead.

“We heard it shrunk and everything was good though...” Kirishima replied.

“The horn seems to have grown a bit recently,” the third year blond revealed.

“So… we need to make sure “that” doesn’t happen again?” Ochaco asked, thinking back to what happened to Midoriya after Overhaul was taken down with Eri’s quirk.

“That’s why her transfer was U.A. rather than a foster home,” Aizawa summarized. “I’ll be watching over her in the teacher’s lounge to monitor her situation. Hopefully, we can find a way to work out her power.”

“Aizawa-sensei, it seems like you’re taking on a lot of work,” Asui said with a tone of worry.

“This is where, I, friend of Eri-chan and student-on-hiatus, come in!” Togata shouted happily with both hands on hips hero pose.

“We’ll be busy but you can visit her every once in a while,” Aizawa finalized to which those present agreed to.

“If Eri-chan’s mind and body are stable then maybe...” Amajiki clasped a hand on Togata’s shoulder. “The return of the fearless hero could be soon.”

“That’d be nice,” Togata replied with a dry laugh.

“Third years, this is sudden, but can I leave Eri with you for a bit? I have something do.”

“Of course!” Togata enthusiastically agreed.

The first years were asked to return to their dorms to receive some guests. Ren followed them back in and saw the Wild Wild Pussycats talking with the class. She remembered from the report Aizawa gave her they were there at the training camp when the villains attacked. The resident advisor politely greeted and introduced herself to the idol heroes, noticing a small boy bashfully standing with Midoriya.

Talks of their return to the spotlight and the JP Hero Billboard Chart came about; the list of heroes aggregated twice a year based on their level of contribution to society, approval ratings, popularity, etc.

The following night, everyone tuned into the official announcement of the top 10 heroes. As expected, Endeavor was in the number one spot, with Hawks moving up to second. The R.A. glanced over at the bi-hair coloured boy, unflinching and expressionless watching the ceremony. His back almost felt distant from everyone. She wanted to ask how he was feeling about all this, but didn’t want to pry into something that’s not her business.

The next day, everyone was doing their own thing in the dorms. The TV could be heard in the background as several 1-A students hung out in the common area; Ren was huddled on the corner of a couch knitting. Some of the guys were talking and joking around with a few of the girls.

Kirishima, however, was entranced and emotionally invested with how fast their R.A. was going through the yarn, trying to figure out how she was creating something tangible from a thread like magic. Stopping momentarily, she counted her stitches and clicked her tongue. Muttering under her breath, she immediately removed the needle and unraveled a row. The spiky redhead exclaimed loudly as she did it, catching her attention.

“Did something happen?” she looked up and blinked in surprise.

“Gah, you worked so hard at it and you’re taking it apart?!” Kirishima groaned out. “Just leave it!”

“It’ll be uneven if I did. Besides,” she looked down to smooth out the yarn thread before starting again. “One row is nothing. I can remake it in my sleep.”

“What are you making anyway?”

“Something for Eri-chan,” she answered mid-stitch and picked up the rhythm after figuring out where she went wrong. “Christmas is coming up and I figured I’d give this to her as a present.”

“Oh that’s right!” Ashido chimed in. “We should all do something as a class!”

“We can’t exactly go off campus to have a party,” Kaminari lamented and leaned back on the couch across. “Kacchan and Todoroki still have their provisional lessons too.”

“How about we throw a party here after those two take their licensing exam?” Ren suggested and looked up. “As for presents...”

“We can do a Secret Santa!” the pink-skinned girl excitedly proposed.

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” Hagakure agreed and clapped her hands together.

“Looks like we got a plan!” Uraraka eagerly said. “I’m getting excited!”

“Mina-chan, I’ll let you take care of the Secret Santa details then, budget and everything,” Ren directed.

“Roger!” The alien queen saluted with a wink and toothy grin before heading up to her room.

The TV suddenly turned to a breaking news screen, showing part of a city in ruins somewhere in Kyushu with the headline “Endeavor, Number One Hero, Fighting Engineered Nomu.” The camera then pans into a bloodied Endeavor laying on top of rubble. The once vibrant common room fell silent with shocked eyes on the screen. Midoriya grabbed the remote and turned up the volume to hear the newscast. Ren dropped her knitting needles and clasped her hands to her mouth.

Feeling a new presence, those sitting on the couch turned to see a shocked Todoroki staring at the TV. It was like time suddenly slowed down and all the noise faded away from the loud beating of his pulse in his ear. Ren could only look on at the boy with extreme worry.

“Todoroki!” Kirishima called, with Midoriya following right after.

“The scene here, is sadly reminiscent of the nightmare from three months ago...” the caster presented.

The camera zoomed in at the Nomu beginning to walk away, with Endeavor immediately getting back up and rushed the monster with his flames. The scene then cuts to civilians panicking and screaming as they’re trying to escape from the disaster.

“This is society without a symbol of peace!” the live voice over strongly stated.

The main entrance of the dorm bursted open, revealing Aizawa running to them.

“Todoroki...” he panted. “You already saw what’s going on?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me...” the red and white colored haired boy uttered out nervously.

“Stop saying that crap already!” A voice from the TV abruptly shouted, revealing an angry young boy on camera. “Open your eyes before you say that crap! Especially at a time like this! You still see those flames up, right?! Endeavor’s still alive and fighting! So don’t give up just cus the other guy’s gone!”

Panicked pedestrians were still pushing the boy, but he wasn’t giving up.

“He’s still out there risking it for all of us! Can’t you see?!”

The camera changed back to the aerial view they have of the fight. As the broadcast continued on, everyone watched on with bated breath, hoping for a good outcome for Todoroki’s sake. Endeavor’s flames discharged with intensity out of his body and at the Nomu. Hawks then came from behind to assist him with his feathers. By now, the newscaster had changed her tone.

“Dad...” Todoroki’s voice quivered out with strength. “I’m watching!”

All they could see on the screen was a blinding exploding supernova in the sky on the screen and in that instant, two falling figures dropped from the sky at an alarming rate. After the smoke cleared, the victor was clear.

There he was, Endeavor bloodied and beaten up holding a victorious pose with his right fist up in the air and a super crispy Nomu on the ground.

“It’s Endeavor! He’s standing tall in victory, no! Standing tall for his beginning!” the newscaster shouted in elation. The once panicking crowd then erupted into screams and cheers. The other students jumped off of their seats and ran to over to him. Any energy Todoroki had was completely zapped when he squatted down and breathed a sigh of relief and placed his hands together over his forehead. But that peace didn’t last long as the surrounding area was engulfed with blue flames.

“It’s him!” Aizawa stated. “What’s he thinking being out in the open like that?!”

“The League of Villains is here! It’s league member Dabi!” the newscaster announced. “He’s surrounded Endeavor and Hawks with a wall of flames!”

The three got into a confrontation and a fight started breaking out, but was soon broken up by Mirko’s powerful kick.

“You’re one of those League of Villains bastards ain’tcha?!” she proclaimed. “I’ll kick your ass till kingdom come!”

As fast as Dabi came, he disappeared with a black essence coming out of his mouth. And moment of silence filled the void, with only the TV caster announcing the fight was won. Heaving another soul-leaving sigh, Todoroki gathered the strength in his legs and slowly stood back up. Aizawa took him to the side to talk one-on-one. All Ren could do was look on like an outsider.

After a quick discussion, 1-A’s homeroom teacher gave special permission for him to go home for a few days. With the rest of the students retreating back to their respective rooms, Ren decided to stop by Tororoki’s to check on him. She stood in front of his room door and swallowed hard, her right hand freezing mid-air.

What kind of face would he show her?

Would he even want to talk?

Was she here as his friend, the R.A. or something else?

Gathering what courage she had, the door opened just as she was about to knock. She met his hetero-chromatic eyes expressing surprise. All she could do was stand there in stupor, unable to move.

“Ren-senpai...” he softly greeted. “Did you need something?”

“Huh? I, er, uh…” she stammered out at a higher pitch than she liked, feeling her cheeks get warm and looked down at her now fumbling hands. “I-I just wanted to see how you were d-doing and–”

She cleared her throat and calmed herself from her botched words.

“I came by to see how you were doing, that’s all,” she managed to get out and looked away.

Todoroki merely blinked at her slowly. It took him all of his willpower to not pull her into his room and embrace her. He wanted to feel her warmth to comfort him, but he had to hold back. Anyone could come out of their rooms at any moment and would misunderstand their relationship.

But… what was their relationship exactly?

He wanted to say more, but all he could default to was, “I’m fine. Aizawa-sensei’s letting me go home tomorrow to see my siblings and my dad.”

“Oh, right. I’ll… leave you to it then,” she said with a look of distance in her eyes.

Watching her small form walk away from his door, Todoroki felt that sensation bubbling up again. The tinge of pain in his chest she’ll disappear if he dared look away for one second. His hand instinctively grabbed a hold of her wrist, jolting her muscles and turned her head. He looked at her with loneliness reflecting off of his glassy gaze.

“Todo-kun?” she questioned.

Realizing what he’d done, he immediately released his hold.

“I-I’m sorry...” he whispered and grabbed his hair by the roots, looking away with shame. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Ren slowly walked back and stood in front of him with a softened gaze.

“Just remember it’s okay to not be okay,” she gently spoke with an encouraging smile, making sure to keep a moderate distance from physical contact in case anyone saw. “You have people on your side to help.”

[funkkpunk]

Sober October Day 13-15

I will write this tomorrow because I am going to sleep and I am definitely sick from these past three days my throat hurts I got some phlegm my lymph nodes r swollen my body is aching it is 1:51 AM so the lack of sleep is definitely going to make it all hurt more but the time I spent with Susan was fucking worth it my God I am so lucky str8 up can I get an Amen even though she could wake up tomorrow and hate me it was so nice and I also doubt it with a fair amount of confidence. She can have all the time in the world & I’ll wait like a sucka it’s gross but it’s true.  (side note: I was talking to Lisa about the past three days and making a lot of business plans now all we need to do is get Steven on board and the three of us are rich af not that money is the main objective but the ideas are so pure they could do nothing less than bring it to us) 

Day 16 (10.17.19) update

OK so Day 13 I saw Susan for the first time in a bit over a month and I was incredibly nervous. Mf sweating bullets. I saw her dad as well which was really unexpected. I almost cried lol not sure why just a swell of emotions. He seemed genuinely happy to see me so that was rly nice. Saw Lisa, Sergio, and Michelle too; I feel bad that I didn’t say much to Michelle though because she moved to Denver to do the peace corps I think. Susan told me later that she was nervous because she could feel me being nervous while she was on the way to meet. Anyways yeah I took her to get some frozen yogurt (which I ate most of) and we maintained pretty surface level conversation. As soon as she got in the car I almost started crying just from a flood of emotions, it was really intense. Still not even sure why. We drove to the park by my dads office after and there we had a bit deeper conversation but I told her to save it until we would see each other later in the day. She shed a few tears there as well. I still don’t really understand why this happened at several points.. I think it was just a release of emotion that words could not express. Kind of a beautiful thing tbh. I drove her to dinner with her family and went home to workout a bit, then she came over again. We went to pick up Ximena and she was so excited to see Susan that was really sweet. Took Ximena to Panera where she took her sweet ass time (lol) eating and Susan talked to her about school and life for a bit. I wanted to put my hand on her leg or something the whole time. But after that we went home, and she spoke with my mom for a bit. Then we went to my room to watch Wallace & Gromit and it was a bit awkward the whole time. Not awkward but a lot of tension I should say, however, it may have just been on my end. I finally couldn’t take it and asked her to come into my arms, and we just held each other and cried. TBH I’m not sure if I should be posting this on the internet LOL bc it was a really tender and private moment and although this whole thing started as a journal about how I feel being sober (which I will touch on in a brief moment) it has also become a way for Susan to be able to read my thoughts while we are not speaking and with that in mind I think I’m going to keep the rest of this less detailed because these few days were something for her and I only. Also I am extremely tired and it is 12:35 AM. So, I told her a lot about how I felt (maybe too much?) and we ended up cuddling a bit and talking the rest of the night until around 1:30. Then she came over around 8 and I drove her to San Diego shortly after that. It was fun to be reckless for her. The whole day was spent driving her to and from her sessions and basically just spending time in the car. We got bagels and tacos as well. Ended the day with Tacos Al Gordo. Oh and I finally took her to Soledad Mountain that was really fun. At night I went to get water with Charlie and we both showered (Me and Susan not Charlie) and went to bed. I feel bad that she was worried at different points during the day about me not having money, and about me not being “productive”. But I understand that I was a hard ass for a bout a year and a half so I have to just reassure her when she feels those things. It was actually pretty productive for me, I went to the gym and made the beat for “outmyway”. Anyways the next day was basically the same thing and then I went to the train station and Lisa & Steven took me home. Then I went to train and I was late to promotions LMAO -___- as I needed more of a reason for them to dislike me there. The vibe is getting worse and worse honestly, but there are a few guys I really like. Mike, Joe, and Tony (all blue belts) and this guy Sin; he’s got fucking heart. Broke his thumb and he just tapes it up every class. The soon-to-be-black-belt Nathan is also really cool but we don’t talk much, I just appreciate his jiu jitsu. Also the Japanese blackbelt. I need to start figuring out the whole contract thing because I really want to start commuting to American Legion when they open in November. OK anyways to sum things up I think me and Susan are on good terms again, I now have the opportunity to court her and prove my love. She got me a bracelet in Hawaii so I know she be lovin’ me too. Don’t need to deny it girl. Jk. Ok yeah that and also I want to switch gyms. Gonna start work with my dad next week and I’m going to see if I can start doing deliveries for Susan’s dad as well. Gonna see if I can schedule some sort of streaming date on Saturday night if she isn’t busy, if not then then Sunday hopefully. Actually Sunday makes the most sense. Ok fuck I have to sleep dude I am so sick from those three days lol. Need to sleep all day today (10.18.19) and skip training so Saturday I can bring home the gold medal. Gonna work on a gameplan tomorrow and just rest. OKKKKK shit going to sleep now gn 

Oh yeah today was day 16 and all I did was watch tiny desk performances, take a fat ass nap, and go to public speaking. I also figured that I may want to become an OT at some point. OK gn

[sweethazzababy]

Puppy Love

♡Harry surprises you with a puppy after a very stressful week of exams♡

Warnings: so. much. fluff. (literally) possible grammar/spelling mistakes lol it’s like 3 in the morning

Word Count: 2k 

A/N: Hey guys! This one is extremely cute and it makes me wish a cute guy would get me a puppy lol thank you for all of the support!! Enjoy :)

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Opening up the door to your apartment building you huff, annoyed at the day you just went through. Your head is pounding extremely hard from the stress of trying to memorize what felt like a million vocab terms. The exam you just painfully sat through, is just one of the exams that you studied massively for this week. And the result? Failure. You just have that gut feeling after finishing it, that you did indeed fail and all you need is a hug from your favorite person in the entire world. Harry.

You step into the elevator, leaning your head against the cool wall to hopefully ease the pounding in your head. Once you get to your floor, you drag your feet towards your apartment and groan in frustration when you can’t find your key digging through your bag. Finally, you find it at the very bottom of your bag and roll your eyes at how disorganized you are. You swear you’re losing your mind. Opening the door and walking inside you notice it’s strangely quiet.

“Harry?” You yell, your voice bouncing off the walls. No answer. You saw his car in the parking lot, but maybe he’s just taking a nap. After all of the hours he puts in writing and recording, his exhaustion has been extremely noticeable. You both have been working your asses off, you for your exams and his for his next album. After his debut was such a success, the pressures to create a second album that’s even better, is weighing him down. He shouldn’t be worried though; his fans are incredible and so loyal. Anything he puts out they’ll love.

You put your heavy bag down on the counter, relieving your shoulder from the aching that your textbooks caused. Once you hit the couch, you’re so tempted to close your eyes and sleep for an eternity. Each night you feel like you’ve been getting less and less hours of sleep.

Before you drift off, your eyes fall on a toy laying on the ground, right by the foot of the loveseat. Your eyebrows pull together, confusion swarming your head. It looks like a chew toy, and you just stare at it wondering why on earth there is a chew toy in your apartment. You don’t have any pets, although you’ve always wanted one. The thought of a little puppy or kitten running around warms your heart. You never had a pet growing up, and all you wanted was one to cherish as your own.

Reluctantly, you get up from the coziness of your couch and pick the chew toy up inspecting it. It has definitely been used, and at this point millions of questions are swirling around your brain. You squeeze it, and it squeaks quite loudly and you chuckle to yourself at the sound.

“Harry?” You yell again, but he is nowhere to be seen. You walk to your bedroom, and notice the door is closed which you don’t remember closing it when you left. Harry must be sleeping, he hates sleeping with it open. You try to open it as quietly as you can, not wanting the obnoxious creaking to wake him up.

As soon as you open the door, Harry immediately looks up as if you startled him. His face is flushed, his green irises as bright as ever.

“Babe, I thought you were sleeping.” You chuckle, walking over into his arms as he wraps them around the small of your back.

“No, I actually had a pretty busy day today…but aside from that how was your exam darlin’?” He’s speaking faster than normal and he seems frazzled but you brush it off. Harry smiles down at the pout on your face and you wish he didn’t bring up the memory.

“Ugh, don’t even talk about it. I definitely failed, and my life is definitely over. Not to mention, I have three more stupid exams to get through.” You mumble into his chest, hiding your face. All you want is to snuggle up with your boyfriend and avoid your problems. Harry’s hands run up and down your back soothingly, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m sorry love, but your life is definitely not over.” You lift your head from the softness of his chest to see him frowning.

“Mmmm, I think yes.” You argue, but then all of the sudden you remember the odd object you found in your living room.

“Wait, Harry do you mind explaining why I found a dog toy in our living room?” You ask, and immediately his eyes widen.

“Dammit!” Harry exclaims, a smirk growing on his face. Your eyebrows furrow even more at his reaction, and you’re just staring at him extremely muddled.

“Come here, wanna show you somethin’.” Harry grasps your hand, leading you out of the bedroom. You just look at him still questioning his odd behavior. He’s still smirking, his dimples as prominent as ever. He leads you over to the balcony door, but stops his tracks abruptly.

“Harry, what the hell is going on?” You ask dumbfounded. He just laughs at you, making you even more frustrated.

“Babe, close your eyes for me.” He says, completely amused. Excitement starts to course through you, because the anticipation on his face is intensely obvious. He’s biting his lip and fiddling with his rings, a tell tale sign that he’s nervous about something. You close your eyes, and feel him take your hand again as he opens the door, the fresh breeze hitting your face. You step out onto the balcony, eyes still closed.

“Harryyyy.” You complain impatiently. You hear him walk a few feet away from you, still refusing to say anything.

“Okay. Open.” He finally says, and you can practically hear his smile. Opening your eyes, they land on the tiny creature being cradled in Harry’s arms. Gasping, your hands slap to cover your mouth, eyes wide.

“Oh my gosh, Harry!” You exlaim, beaming at the sight and slightly jumping as joy radiates throughout your body. A tiny puppy is resting in his arms, cuddling into his chest. “Oh my God! Harry!”

You’re completely and utterly speechless and at a loss for words other than “oh my God” and you feel your jaw start to ache from smiling so wide.

“Surprise!” Harry cheered, his arms opening wide and his eyes twinkling with excitement. All of the sudden, you feel a burn and your eyes start to water.

“Harry…” You whisper, looking into his eyes fondly. You look down at the adorable creature in his arms, and reach out to take it from him. Harry lets go of the puppy as you gently lift it up and cradle it into your own arms the softness of its fur grazing against your arms.

“It’s a girl, and I haven’t got a name yet. I want you to choose it because after all, she is yours.” Harry says, lifting his hand to pet behind her soft ears. You gaze up at Harry, a lone tear slipping from the corner of your eye, your entire body feels so overwhelmed with joy.

“She’s absolutely beautiful Harry, I-I can’t believe you got me a puppy…I don’t even know what to say…” You exasperate, staring down at awe. At this very moment, you don’t think you could be in love with someone as much as you with the man standing in front of you. “I love you so much, thank you.”

“I know you’ve been working extremely hard for these exams and I figured a puppy would help with stress, and I thought you could use a companion for when I’m not around. Especially with touring and stuff.” A few more tears prick at the corners of your eyes, Harry’s thoughtfulness making your heart tingle as he looks at you holding your puppy with such adoration.

Harry wipes away your tears gently, caressing your cheek. “Love, don’t cry this is a happy moment!” He chuckles, dramatically flailing his arms with a beaming smile.

“I know, I-I’m just so happy, I’ve always wanted a puppy…” You trail off, looking down at the adorable ball cuddling into you.

“Hello sweet pea…” You lift the puppy up in front of you, speaking to her sweetly in your baby voice.

“She’s a pomsky, her dad is a Husky and her mom is a Pomeranian. She is jus’ too cute, I couldn’t resist.” Harry smiles, pulling you and your puppy into his arms kissing your forehead.

Her fur is white, spotted with a light and reddish brown near her ears and her icy blue eyes. And you swear you have never seen a puppy quite as beautiful as this one.

“Aren’t you a little angel?” You coo, speaking to the puppy with love laced through your tone. As soon as you say it, your eyes light up at the perfect name. “Angel…her name is Angel. Also, to name her after Only Angel.”

You gaze up at Harry again looking for approval and he grins widely, his green irises sparkling with crinkles at the corners of his eyes.

“I like it, but don’t get jealous if I tell the press that I wrote it about a puppy rather than you.” Harry jokes. 

“I can assure you I won’t get jealous of a puppy Harry, don’t be silly.” You shake your head at his ridiculous remark.

“You’re right, that would be silly.” He agrees, laughing at the lighthearted banter between you two. 

“I love you.” Harry graciously declares, leaning down to lock his lips with yours. Softly, he moves his lips against yours and slowly his tongue comes in contact. Still cradling Angel against you, your hand finds its way to his cheek, your thumb grazing against the softness of his skin. You feel him smile into you, and you can’t help but smile too as you’re embraced with so much love at the moment. His hand rests on your cheek as well, the coolness of his rings contrasting with the warmth radiating from the heat of your skin sending shivers down your spine. Harry hesitantly stops, and parts his lips from yours and you groan in return wanting more of him.

“Now, now, we have a child to take care off! What awful parents we would be if we jus’ neglected her by makin’ love all the time!” Harry teases, and you dramatically roll your eyes.

“You’re a dork.” You giggle, shaking your head. Harry pouts, puffing out his bottom lip knowing how much that drives you crazy wanting him to kiss you.

“How ‘bout we go inside now, I’m sure Angel doesn’t want to be out here any longer, especially with your false remarks.” Harry retorts trying to put on his most stern expression and you burst in laughter at how easily offended he gets when you tease him.

Walking inside, you let Angel down and her little paws start to prance around your living room sniffing every possible thing she can find. Standing and watching, a small smile spreads across your lips and your heart tingles not being able to take your eyes off of her. You’re already so in love.

“Oh no…I’m already bein’ replaced.” Harry notices you stare lovingly at your new puppy as if she’s grabbing all the attention. You snort at Harry’s dramatic remark, amused at the envy emitting from him. “This is going to be an issue.” Harry is standing next to you, his fingers picking at his pink lips as he glances at you and back at Angel. Slowly, a smirk forms as he teases even more.

“Jealous of a puppy Harry? Huh?” You giggle, taunting and poking at his side. He flinches trying to hide the small smirk on his face. “You are such a drama queen.” He scoffs at your statement making you giggle even more at his theatrical expressions.

“Hey! It doesn’t do well for my narcassism when I don’t get all of the attention.” You roll your eyes jokingly at his famous line that he established while he was on his tour. Harry steps to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, slowly pebbling kisses from your shoulder, all the way up your neck to your ear.

“I love you.” You soothe, closing your eyes as you lean your head back against him.

“I love you.” He replies, kissing your cheek. “Is your life still over?”

You didn’t even realize that the thought of that stupid exam you took completely vanished from your thoughts. “Mmmm...depends..” You trail off continuing your back-and-forth banter.

“Heyyyy…” Harry whines, immediately tickling your sides making you spasm out of his grip. 

“Stop!” You laugh, brushing his hand away. 

“Now, where is that stupid chew toy that you were not supposed to see earlier?” 

[archive-sugamoom]

Unit 0 | 1

Pairing: Detective!Jaebum x Detective!Reader

Summary: You and Jinyoung are working on a new case but Jinyoung finds something out that he might need to keep to himself.

Words: 2504

Genre: Drama | Mystery | Crime | Detective!AU | More to come.

Warnings: I mean there’s murder, Bambam saying ‘’oof’’ sorry bout that. Mark gives Jaebum and Youngjae a trauma. idk--

A/N: It has been reposted yet again. I’ll keep it short so enjoy if you havent read it yet.. If you did then I’m sorry lol.

Requests | Masterlist

Character Introduction | Prologue | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Date: 13th of July.

‘’Hello I’m detective Park, this is my partner detective (L/n). Have you identified the body yet?’’ Jinyoung said as he looked at the victim lying on the ground. The forensic researcher shook his head and looked through the notes that he had made prior to your arrival. ‘’Not yet, the victim didn’t have any sort of identification on him. Estimated time of death… 7:15. Cause of death is most likely to be blood loss than the wound itself, as we only found one.’’

‘’Thank you, has there been anything on the victim that could help us with the investigation?’’ Jinyoung said writing down the things that the researcher told you. ‘’He had this expensive looking watch on him. Looks like a special one. It has been put as evidence for you.’’ The researcher said as he pointed to one of his colleagues. ‘’Thank you again, we’ll see you once the report is done.’’ You said. Saying your goodbyes you left the researcher together with Jinyoung to get the watch.

‘’Oh detective Park I didn’t know you and detective (L/n) were going to be in charge of this case, how exciting!’’ one of the younger researchers exclaimed as she saw the two of you head her way. Jinyoung chuckled. ‘’Hello to you too, your supervisor said you had something for us?’’ ‘’Well you see.. it’s exactly as you said detective.. Had. I didn’t lose it I promise!’’ She said quickly hiding her face behind her arms. ‘’Calm down please, we wont hurt you. Where did you put it?’’ You said placing your hand gently on her shoulder to calm her down. ‘’I was told to bring it to the van, it’s being send to your evidence room.’’ The young researcher said as she slowly lowered her arms away from her face.

You smiled at her. ‘’I see, thank you for telling us. Keep up the hard work okay?’’ She nodded and smiled back. ‘’You too detective (L/n)!’’ She said as she left to continue with her work. Jinyoung looked at you. ‘’Well done, now then let’s ask around a bit more and head back to get that watch?’’ ‘’Good idea. We should ask Bambam about the watch once we get back though. I’m sure he would know a bit more about those type of accessories.’’ You said and the two of you left your spot to look for eye witnesses.

-

Nothing much happened after the encounter with the young researcher, the police officers around told you that no one had heard or seen something early in the morning. After hearing that Jinyoung and you decided to head back to the office and start with what you had, the watch. And here the two of you were, back at the office and waiting for Bambam to finally say something after looking at the damn thing for 10 minutes.

‘’It’s so beautiful.’’ He said and he sighed. Hearing that made everyone in the room groan. ‘’Come on Bambam did it really have to take 10 minutes for you to say that?’’ Yugyeom said with a groan. ‘’Yeah Bambam it would be nice if you said something that could be useful for once.’’ You said lifting your head from your desk to look at him.

‘’Oof you don’t have to look like that (Y/n). But do not worry for I have news.’’ Bambam said his last sentence in a dramatic way which made you and everyone roll their eyes. ‘’Just hurry up.’’ Jinyoung said. ‘’Alright, alright. Anyways this watch is quite the special thing. There’s a faint signature on the back of it. And if I remember correctly the maker of this watch doesn’t make the same watch twice so.. this one should be the only one.’’ Bambam said as he placed the watch down. ‘’I believe that the maker sells them himself and is still alive.’’ With that he sat down.

‘’Do you remember the name of the maker, and maybe his store as well.’’ Jinyoung asks as he double checked the information that he wrote. ‘’I don’t remember the name of the maker, but I think the name of the store is ‘Watch Out’?’’ Bambam said.

‘’Thank you Bambam’’ Jinyoung said and closed his mini notebook. ‘’(Y/n) you have an appointment at the venue for your wedding in about 15 minutes right?’’ He asked as he looked at you. You nodded and stood up to get your bag. ‘’Yeah I’m sorry to leave you alone with this.’’ At that Jinyoung smiled and shook his head. ‘’It’s fine, all I’m doing is walking around, Tell me how it went alright?’’ ‘’Of course you’re my best friend Jinyoung you will be the first person to know.’’ You said with a smile.

‘’Hey what about us?? I thought we were best friends!’’ Yugyeom whined and looked at you with a pout. You rolled your eyes. ‘’Oops sorry~ I guess I’ll have to treat you with a hot chocolate milk next time to ease the pain in your lonely heart.’’ ‘’Hmm that sounds like a plan (Y/n)! Good luck.’’ Yugyeom said with a grin. You nodded and with that you left with Jinyoung following you shortly behind.

-

Meanwhile Jaebum and Youngjae were on a stakeout to catch a new drug lord unknown in the criminal world. They have been doing research for a few weeks and finally got enough evidence to get him, now it was only a time of waiting. ‘’Hyung I got your coffee, sorry if it took so long but they messed up the order..’’ Youngjae said to Jaebum as he sat down on his spot and handing Jaebum the coffee.

Jaebum muttered a soft ‘thanks’ as he took it from Youngjae and took a small sip. Jaebum sighed as he now felt much more awake. ‘’Thank god I needed that.’’ He said as he took another sip. Youngjae looked at him and chuckled as he agreed with him. ‘’Indeed, I feel like we have been here for days.’’ Youngjae said taking a sip of his own coffee. ‘’Let’s just hope the guy comes out quickly so we can get him.

‘’Agreed, I usually like stake outs but this one? It’s shit.’’ Jaebum said as he stretches his body a bit. ‘’Let’s do something fun once we finish this case yeah?’’ Youngjae said looking outside to see if anything is happening. Jaebum nodded. ‘’Sure but what?’’ ‘’We can ask if the others want to hang out? Eat a bit, drink a bit you know the usual.’’ Youngjae suggested. ‘’Fine I guess we can do that. But I don’t think that we have to wait long for our case to end. Look there is movement.’’ Jaebum said as he pointed at a door being opened.

‘’Well then let’s go!’’ Youngjae said in a hurry and getting all the gear. But before they left he held the walkie talkie in his hand and said. ‘’They are on the move, get in your positions. I repeat. They are on the move, get in your positions.’’ He heard a ‘’Yes sir.’’ Before muting the device.

The arrestation happened fast, faster than Jaebum expected. But he was glad that it went that way, one wrong move and all that hard work of research would have been for nothing. Not only that it would also mean that there would be extra paperwork and he absolutely hates extra paperwork.

Once everything is over Jaebum and Youngjae head back to the station happy but tired. ‘’Hyung I’m so tired..’’ Youngjae said as they walked through the hallway to the Unit. ‘’You don’t have to tell me, I feel the exact same way. Too bad we still got to finish writing the file..’’ Jaebum said with a yawn. ‘’The two of you can take a nap you know?’’ Jaebum and Youngjae both jumped at the sudden voice. Turning around they found out it was Mark. Sighing in relief they bow politely to him. ‘’Oh hi Mark-Hyung it’s just you..’’ Youngjae said. At that Mark just smiled. ‘’Sorry if I scared the two of you. It really was not my intention to.’’

‘’No it’s alright… But you said something about being able to take a nap?’’ Jaebum asked as he looked at Mark. ‘’Yes. I’m surprised that no one has told you about it yet. But follow me.’’ Mark said as he started to walk.

Jaebum and Youngjae dropped their jaw in disbelieve when Mark opened one of the doors in their office. ‘’Wow, thank you for showing us Mark..’’ Jaebum said as he went inside the small room that has been changed into a nap room. ‘’This space is normally used for the captain in the department. But JYP thought it would be a good idea to use the room like this. I hope the two of you will rest well. Bye.’’ And with that Mark closed the door behind him and went to his desk.

Right on that moment the phone rang. ‘’SPD Unit 0 with Mark, how can I help you?’’ Mark said as he picked up. ‘’Hmm I see, thank you. Detective Park and Detective (Y/n) are currently not here but I’ll call them. Thank you, and good luck getting here. Bye.’’ With that he hang up and dialled Jinyoung his phone number right away.

-

‘’Sorry that I’m late.’’ Jinyoung said walking into the office quickly. He bowed once noticing someone sitting on a chair. ‘’You must be Mr. Oh right? I apologise once again for my tardiness. My name is Detective Park, please follow me so I can take your statement alright?’’ Jinyoung said politely to the older man. Mr. Oh nodded and stood up with a small smile on his face. ‘’Thank you detective please lead the way..’’

‘’Can you describe what happened? From the beginning, for example.. Why were you there so early?’’ Jinyoung asked Mr. Oh as he took out his notebook. Mr. Oh grunted trying to recall the things that he had witnessed early in the morning. ‘’Well.. I walk there every morning with my dog.’’ Jinyoung nodded and wrote it down. ‘’Could you describe the scene? Did you see everything happen?’’

‘’Hmmm.. I did see some movement, which I found rare as its such a quiet area.. So I went to see what was going on.. All I could see was a young man running away… He looked quite shocked at what he did.. He ran away before I could say anything.’’ Mr. Oh said as he took a sip of his water.

‘’Were you the one that called the police?’’ Jinyoung asked after he finished writing everything down. Mr. Oh shook his head. ‘’I did not.. I did not have a telephone on me and I went home to do so… But I ended up forgetting it completely… Sorry for that detective.’’ Mr. Oh said as he chuckled to himself. Jinyoung smiled and shook his head.

‘’It’s alright Mr. Oh I’m glad you remembered it again and called us. There’s for now one more thing that I want to ask you.. You said you saw a young man running away correct?’’ Jinyoung asked Mr. Oh for confirmation to which said man nodded.

‘’Is it possible for you to describe him? If you do then I will call in a Criminal Sketch Artist to help us find hopefully a suspect.’’ Jinyoung said looking at Mr. Oh. ‘’Oh it was quite dark, I wouldn’t know what his face looks like.. All I can remember is that he looked young and tall… Oh he did have dark hair..’’ ‘’I see thank you again Mr. Oh for your time. We will contact you once we have more questions alright?’’ Jinyoung asked. Mr. Oh just smiled. ‘’Of course detective. I hope this all will end quickly.’’ Jinyoung smiled. ‘’That’s what we all hope Mr. Oh.’’ And with that Jinyoung lead the way out and quickly started on the report.

-

You returned to your work with a bright smile on your face. Not only did you have your dream venue for your wedding but the autopsy report on your victim also had been finished and given to you. Walking straight to Jinyoung you placed the report on his desk. ‘’Look what I got partner.’’ You said with a grin. Jinyoung looked at the report and then at you. ‘’Hopefully some good news.’’ He said.

Your grin got bigger and nodded. ‘’Yes sir. Got the venue and the report!’’ Jinyoung and smiled at you and got up to hug you tightly. ‘’Congrats! I’m happy for you, well both of you.’’ He said as he pulled away from you. ‘’Now let’s work on this case we got some more information.

Sitting down on the chair next to him you grabbed the report. ‘’Did you get any information about the watch?’’ You asked as you looked at him. Jinyoung shook his head as he sat down. ‘’Not yet, I asked around if they knew anything but nothing. Luckily Mark called and said that there was someone who could help us. So at least we got our witness.’’

You nodded. ‘’That’s at least something. Should we look into the report first?’’ You asked knowing he would agree anyways. ‘’Let’s see.. victims name is.. Lee Hojin.. Wait that name sounds familiar.. Anyways, age 38 and height is 1,75 centimetres. Cause of death is indeed blood loss as the researcher thought. The murder weapon is confirmed to be a kitchen knife. No further injuries… Aha! I knew it! Jinyoung check this name in the criminal records.’’

‘’Ah he has quite the few restraining orders.’’ Jinyoung said once he finished looking him up. You hummed in agreement. ‘’He even has been in jail for a few months. But that was years ago.’’ ‘’Perhaps he picked up his stalking tendencies?’’ Jinyoung asked out loud to no one particular. ‘’It’s possible. Oh there is something else in the report. The wound isn’t that neat so they said that it probably is an accidental murder. I think they are right though, someone who has killed someone before wouldn’t stab like this. Here a photo.’’ You said and took out a photo of the stab wound.

Jinyoung sighed as he looked at the photo. ‘’It could be anyone at this point.’’ He said as he leaned back against his chair. You nodded as you took the photo back. ‘’Yeah our only hope is finding someone that fits the description that Mr. Oh told you.’’ Jinyoung looked at you with wide eyes as you said that. ‘’Get a sketch artist, we can always try, even if it’s the silhouette.’’ You nodded and got up. ‘’Meanwhile you look into the criminal records of this man, you might find something useful.’’ You said and left.

Jinyoung sighed again as he was looking through the criminal records. There was practically nothing in it that could be useful for their case. That is until he found a list of names. And one of them looked all too familiar.

Soo Changwoo.

[hello-em75]

TAGGED BY: my musk ox @chiefhiccstrid and @winxrus ! thanks guys!

last

drink: jasmine milk tea with boba! so goooood

phone call: my mom 

text message: my babe @chiefhiccstrid ;)

song you listened to: “eastside” by halsey, khalid, and benny blanco 

time you cried: two days ago when i watched inside out (how do you not tear up when bing bong sacrifices himself like he’s my hero)

ever

dated someone twice: well i haven’t dated someone once SOOO 

kissed someone and regretted it: haven’t had my first kiss yet loll

been cheated on: in my head yes JK 

lost someone special: i probably thought they were pretty special at the time, but then realized that they really weren’t all that

been depressed: no fortunately. i’ve had my bouts of sadness and loneliness more often than i’d like to admit, but i’ve always been surrounded by a loving family and i have my extra special best friend who always reminds me of how much i’m loved so i’m pretty blessed <333

gotten drunk and thrown up: not yet LMAO

fave color: i always say blue, but i’m always in some neutral color so probably gray, white, or black if it really came down to it

in the last year have you

made new friends: yep! and i’m incredibly thankful for them 

fallen out of love: if you mean an unhealthy level of infatuation then hells yes 

laughed until you cried: luckily yes

found out someone was talking about you: yeah, but it wasn’t anything bad so we’re good 

met someone who changed you: i wouldn’t say they changed me, but @chiefhiccstrid has definitely brought out nothing but the best in me since we’ve become friends, and i’m eternally grateful for that and her 

found out who your friends are: eh, i guess? we’re still “friends” in the sense that there’s still a strong sense of familiarity and trust among us all but they’re not the people i turn to first in the way that friends do

kissed someone on your facebook friends list: no kisses yet

how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: all of them pretty much

do you have any pets: nope! and it kills me every day

do you want to change your name: i used to think it was pretty basic, but now i can’t imagine myself with another one

what did you do for your last birthday: i was in las vegas with family and my dad’s friend’s family! i remember eating sushi, taking a solid nap in our hotel room, eating a overpriced and frankly not worth it “thanksgiving” dinner, opening presents, and eating cake lol

what time did you wake up today: around 10 AM LOLL

what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping 

what is something you can’t wait for: httyd: thw (obviously) and graduating high school! 

what are you listening to right now: unfortunately, a spotify ad 

have you ever talked to a person named tom: only in my dreams bc tom holland and i are tight af in my head.

something that gets on your nerves: i could air out my laundry list here, but i’ll go with ignorant and narrow-minded people 

most visited website: i honestly don’t know between tumblr, ff.net, or one of my school websites that i have to go to everyday to get a good grade lol

hair color: it used to be a dark brown, but i got a balayage treatment done last year so it’s still brown but has streaks of blonde now too!

long or short hair: aggressively long but i honestly love it

what do you like about yourself: if looking externally, probably my eyes because that’s something people consistently compliment me on. if looking inwardly for something i like about myself (which is definitely harder), probably my sense of humor and go with the flow attitude towards most things lol

want any piercings: i have one set of piercings in my ears, but i kind of want to get another one in my ears to make it two sets!

blood type: i honestly don’t know and neither do my parents (without looking at any of my documents) so if i ever needed blood we’d be in real trouble hehe

nicknames: em is the main one, but pretty much everyone calls me emily irl.

relationship status: a questionably happy single ngl

zodiac: sagitarrius

pronouns: she/her

fave tv shows: race to the edge, voltron, trollhunters, queer eye, and the crown

tattoos: none yet! but i’m leaning towards getting one when i’m old enough to!

right or left handed: right-handed

ever had surgery: thankfully nope

piercings: only in my ears

sport: i probably would be okay at most of them if i was at all fast but nope lol

I have practiced: piano, violin, clarinet, and guitar (which i eventually all quit). 

vacation: gosh, i want to go all over the world because i’ve pretty much traveled only in the us and canada in my lifetime thus far SO LETS INTERNATIONALLY TRAVEL

trainers: if this is relevant to sneakers, then yes i have had them in the past year. but if not, then i have no clue LOL.

more general

eating: nothing atm

drinking: nothing atm

about to watch: nothing, because i should be asleep at 2 AM haha

waiting for: httyd: thw and money to fall in my lap so i can go visit all of my rad httyd fandom friends and not be fucking broke going into college

want: happiness? lasting love? a sense of security? success? is this too deep for this question bc i went there LOL

want to get married: definitely one day!

career: nothing yet! still have to graduate hs and go through college first

which is better

hugs or kisses: hugs

lips or eyes: eyes

shorter or taller: taller

older or younger: for a relationship, i would rather them be older then younger

nice arms or stomach: arms

hookup or relationship: relationship

troublemaker or hesitant: oof can there be somewhere in between?

have you ever

kissed a stranger: nope

drunk hard liquor: psh i’m not that cool jk

lost glasses: yes, but always after i get new ones luckily

turned someone down: yes, but still not 100% sure if they were joking or not when asking me out so maybe no?

sex on first date: nah that’s not really me

broken someone’s heart: gosh i sure hope not

had your heart broken: at the time i probably saw it that way

been arrested: not yet lmao

cried when someone died: if we’re talking about stoick then yes LOL

fallen for a friend: nope! at most they’ve been acquaintances or surface-level friends tbh

do you believe in

yourself: it changes on the daily

miracles: hmm i guess? like i believe that they can happen, but i wouldn’t pray for one or hope for one if there’s a way i can take to achieving something myself if that makes sense

love at first sight: attraction yes, “love” is a hard no

santa claus: at one point in time i did, but not now

kiss on a first date: it really depends on the date and who the guy is 

angels: yes

others

best friend’s name: stefanie :))))))

eye color: hazel

fave movie: httyd/httyd2, spiderman homecoming, mulan, princess and the frog, the incredibles, and probably more bc i’m brainfarting atm

fave actors: tom holland, chris evans, america ferrera, andree vermeulen, jay baruchel, lana condor, noah centineo, awkwafina, gemma chan, anna kendrick, and probably a whole bunch more that i’m blanking on lol

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[takadasaiko]

i dont know if you've done this prompt but 76: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” in regards to bobo and wynonna finally talking about what happened in the church all those years ago. (surely he recognises her, when she comes back to purgatory, right?)

FFN II AO3

Summary: How could he have ever forgotten the face of the angel that was with him when he died? Prompt #76: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

Nothing Less (Fallen Series)

He was coming back around in stages. It felt like he was struggling up through deep, dark waters, desperate to break the surface, but unsure if he ever would. His mind was flickering, grabbing at images and clips from death and life.

Remember….

Darkness and shadows played at his memory. A night long ago that was half burned away by hell’s flames. He tried to focus on it. Tried to see the face of the figure there. The bell was tolling and he felt the rope in his own hand. That was right. He had had to wake her up. A strange request, but his angel had made it, and who was he to deny her?

Remember how much….

He could see her sitting there in the distorted memory and she hardly looked like an angel bent over and coughing. Dying. Like him. The thought brought about a fresh wave of pain and Robert felt himself shift, knee hitting the old wood floor, but the pain wasn’t coming from the bullet wound that had killed him. No, this was more widespread and it burned. Like hell’s fires it burned. He grimaced, the thought pulling him a little closer to breaking that surface of consciousness. But he couldn’t. Not yet. It had been so long since he’d seen his Angel’s face in this place, bent over him. Had Waverly smiled for him? Mourned for him? He’d been a good man. She must have known that then, even if she didn’t remember it now. He wanted to see that one more time before he let the memory loose.

Remember how much you loved…..

Robert struggled up, stepping towards her and drawing her attention. This wasn’t real, or maybe it was. It was so hard to tell. “Angel,” he called quietly. “Waverly.”

But it wasn’t Waverly that looked up. A pair of blue eyes so like Wyatt’s met his and Robert froze as his Angel, though not the one he suspected, looked up at him. “Remember how much you loved Wyatt Earp,” she told him.

“I do,” he whispered, the words riding out on a breath.

“You don’t. You forgot… you took Bulshar’s side and betrayed him. You betrayed Waverly and you betrayed me.”

“No,” he argued, but he could already feel himself being pulled away. Waking up. “I remembered why…” He bit back a cry, the pain racing through him. “That’s why it hurts. I remembered. I fought him.”

He was on the floor again, his strength sapped, and Wynonna - though it really was, was it? - stood in front of him. She lifted his chin so he was looking up at her from his knees. “Good. And now I need you to wake up. We can’t do this without you.”

The church disappeared as Bobo opened his eyes. In truth it hadn’t been there at all. It had been a dream of a memory, helping him to work through what had happened. He’d been with Bulshar, standing against the Heir and his Angel, the Call from the demon too strong for him. But then Clootie had gathered power to himself, ready to deal a blow that would have left a fragile human in broken pieces. Wynonna hadn’t budged though. She had stood there with Peacemaker gripped and leveled, ready to die if that what it took.

In that moment he’d remembered Wyatt and it had been enough.

Bobo groaned, shifting and instantly regretting it. Everything hurt. The blow had hit him square in the chest as he’d put himself between the demon and the Heir.

“Uh, Wynonna? He’s waking up.”

Blue eyes shifted to find a pair of large, dark eyes watching him warily. The kid with the plastic gun and the metal in his body. He looked nervous when he realized the Revenant had noticed him and stepped back.

“‘Bout time,” Wynonna Earp grumbled as she moved over. “Hey, asshole. Have a nice nap?”

Bobo loosed a low, pained growl and glared at her a little. That seemed to be enough to pull a smirk from her. He looked around, finally taking note that he was stretched out on a cot, a blanket draped over him and his feet were cold. He was in the basement of Shorty’s. He knew the room well.

Wynonna pressed the back of her hand against his forehead, startling him back around to her, and with the way she leaned over him now, he wondered how he could have ever forgotten that face. He thought he’d almost remember once. During the spell when it had tried to warp him against his decision to help Waverly. It had reminded him that without Wynonna the promise to protect Waverly had never happened. He remembered now trying to piece together what that had meant and finally choosing to focus on the task that had been at hand.

But Wynonna had been the one in the church. He was sure of it now. She wasn’t an angel, not really, but in a way she had saved him that night. She’d given him something to hold onto, to protect. To hope for.

“You’ve been fighting a fever,” she explained. “Seems to be breaking, but you should probably take it easy. Not sure how fast you heal.”

“From that? No telling,” he managed.

She hummed softly. “I guess I owe you a thank you. I don’t think I would have survived that.”

“You wouldn’t’ve.”

“Why’d you do it?”

He let his eyes slip closed as he loosed a breath, the words stirring. “I remember how much I loved Wyatt Earp,” he confessed softly, and as he looked up he saw the startled expression on her face. She knew that he knew.

“Hey, is he awake?” Waverly’s voice came drifting in along with the sound of her boots on the wooden stairs.

“Angel,” Bobo managed as he locked eyes with her, the old pet name riding out and very much directed at the Heir’s younger sister. He’d offered her to Bulshar. She was never going to forgive that.

Wynonna, for her part, seemed to relax at him reaction to the younger Earp. “Yeah. Took him long enough,” she popped off with amusement highlighting her voice.

“So now what?” Waverly asked.

“I guess that’s up to Bobo, but I’m not sure Bulshar will take you back after that stunt.”

Bobo growled lowly at the name. “It was enough to break the hold.”

“And?” Wynonna pressed.

Blue eyes flickered up. “And?” he echoed. “We ain’t friends, Earp. You and I know that.”

“But we could be allies. If you’re willing.”

“You trust me for that?”

“I think that was a pretty big gesture to start some trust. We’re going to put Clootie down once and for all. If you want to help us with that…”

“That’s all I want,” he answered, voice rough. She wasn’t going to say it. Not here, but the Wynonna in his dream had had a point: they needed him for this. He’d waited so long for an Heir he thought could do be the one to finally align with and finish this, and there she stood. Wynonna Earp. Damn her. He never was going to learn his lesson about trusting Earps.

Bobo shifted, slowly sitting up and swinging his long legs over the side of the cot. Standing was painful, but no one tried to stop him, and he finally got his bare feet under him and stood. He was unsteady, but he was standing as he extended his hand. “If you’re willing to end what Wyatt and I started, I’ll help you do it.”

She stared at his hand for a long moment before stepping forward and taking it. “Welcome to the team, Bobo.” She flashed a dangerous smile. “Screw us and I’ll send you back to hell faster than you can blink, got it?”

His own lips stretched at the corners as they shook. “I’d expect nothing less.”

Notes: I’ve been wanting to work on one for a while in which Bobo remembered it was Wynonna, not Waverly that sat with him as he died and that gave him him the name that he chose to go by as a Revenant. Then this prompt came in, so I’ve been trying to find that path and how I feel about it. I had some sort of Bobo-themed dream right before waking up this morning (still can’t recall exactly what it was) and started thinking about it. I grabbed my phone and wrote most of this before climbing out of bed lol.

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The Break Up Blog - Day Forty

I woke up with the rays of an early sunrise hitting my corneas. 

I didn’t sleep with my sleeping mask since it’s the weekend and I don’t need to block out the sunlight. I fell asleep pretty early, around 21:30. I was just done with yesterday’s shit at work and later with my bloody sinuses. 

I got up and made coffee and a breakfast burrito and finished watching ‘Elite’ season 2 on Netflix. That shit was gripping! Those guys know how to tell a fucking story and help you get lost right in it. Now I need to binge something else. 

I went to school to pick up the student diaries that I still need to mark and then I went to the hospital to see about my sinuses. As it turns out, I have acute rhinitis. Considering that the school nurse told me I had three weeks ago after that drunken night at a club, I probably should’ve done something about it sooner. I’ve had rhinitis before, years ago maybe, but I honestly forgot what the symptoms were. Anyway, I have some proper medicine now, so hopefully it will help. 

I got home from seeing a doctor after 13:00 and picked up a few groceries in the neighbourhood before heading home. Then I spent the afternoon doing laundry and making dinner, which is grilled salmon. Then I napped for two hours, which was nice. I’ve been barely been able to sleep well at night, much less take a nap, since I broke up with X. It felt good to let my body and brain take a much deserved break from thinking and distracting myself. 

I still felt kinda blue though. 

I dreamt about X early this morning. 

It was weird. She was there and so was ML, my head manager at work. The three of us were walking through a random building trying to get somewhere. Finally, we made our way into this apartment where I guess we were supposed to be staying for the night. X wanted to put a spare toilet roll in the bathroom (random, I know, lol), but ML insisted that she should do it, which is in keeping with her OCD, controlling behaviour. So while ML fussed with things in the apartment, X and I laid down on a bed in one of the rooms and got ready to sleep. But we were being giggly and playful with each other, mocking ML in hushed tones. Then all of a sudden, the mood shifted into something quieter and more intense. We were just about to lean in and kiss and that’s when I woke up. 

So while I binge-watched ‘Elite’, I turned on my VPN and Facebook-stalked X again. This time, I saw that she had written a few posts since we broke up. Nothing sad or depressing like I hoped it would be, just regular stuff about things she’d seen and news she’d heard about. But there was one post of hers that triggered me in a bad way. She asked her nearest and dearest to comment on her post and describe her in one word. 

Naturally, a few single words cropped up in my head, the nicest of which were ‘conceited’ and ‘liar’. I was sorely tempted to comment on X’s post and say exactly that or tell her that it’s difficult to summarise her in only word since I had a few bad words or sentences to sum her up with. 

For a moment, I was so sure I was going to do it.

And then I just...didn’t. 

What would the point have been anyway? It might’ve felt good to hit X where it hurts for a brief moment, but then I’d just be the pathetic ex-girlfriend who’s obsessed with her and has to keep butting into her life at every turn. I thought X had taken all of my dignity during our relationship and after the break-up; I’m thankful to say that actually isn’t the case. 

After that, I turned my attention to our old messages in Facebook Messenger. I guess I desperately wanted to find a conversation, any conversation, that was normal and filled with love. I didn’t want any of our recent conversations that held only secrets and lies. So I scrolled and scrolled until I gave it up as a lost cause. It’s becoming harder and harder to keep any good memory of X alive when she filled so many of them with her ridiculous, dramatic crap over time. 

When I started getting ready to go to the hospital, I first had to look for my hospital book. It’s basically a booklet filled with your personal information and pages for doctors to write prescriptions on when you visit the same hospital. It seems like quite the trend here in China. So I had to hunt through my personal papers where I keep my passport and other contracts. 

That’s when I stumbled on the old airplane ticket stubs I kept from my first trip to visit X in her hometown. After that, it wasn’t long before I found her love letter from the 5-star hotel we stayed in for the night. It’s a beautiful letter, a ghostly echo of the love that X used to have for me. Moments like this remind that what X and I had wasn’t all a lie. But it doesn’t exactly help me either when all I want to do is move on and stop pretending I don’t still love her. 

Because I still do. Love her, that is. 

I’d love to be that person who burns the world to the fucking ground after someone hurts me and automatically stop caring. But that’s just not how I was built. I feel things intensely, good or bad. And I’m probably going to keep on loving X until distance and time helps me to finally stop. 

As it turned out, my fucking hospital book was already in my backpack from the last time I visited the same hospital. So I didn’t have to put myself through some of my stupid, emotional turmoil over X. 

Meh, c’est la vie. 

D sent me a few voice messages during the day because a young girl she’s mentoring is coming to stay with her for the weekend. And it was surprising because D expressed some minor concerns about letting another person stay in her home and worrying about things like stowing away her valuables. This girl she’s mentoring seems ok in my books and I told her that much. And I also apologised to her for making her feel more paranoid than usual because of my experiences with X. This is why I’ve been hesitant to tell too many people about basically being cat-fished by my own girlfriend. I don’t want to put them on their guards against people in their lives just because I got duped. The whole business was really shitty and it will take me a long time to get over it, but I’m gonna try not to let it besmirch any feelings I have about other people from now on. 

Sure, there are a lot of wolves in sheep’s clothing nowadays, but there are also still good and kind people in the world. And if I’m lucky, I just might be able to surround myself with more people like that and keep the haters and fakers at an arm’s length. 

So yeah, a lot of food for thought. But it felt nice to have a quiet day at home. I got up from my nap earlier and made some steamed vegetables to go with the salmon for dinner. Then I still need to exercise; I have two days left with my workout programme. I haven’t been able to finish a lot of things lately, but I’m determined to finish this at least. And after that, I’ll take more time to rest and get over this bout of rhinitis. 

Normally, I would call my mom tomorrow to say hello and check in. But after her recent bout of bad behaviour towards P, I’m just not in the mood for her bullshit, pretending everything is fine when it’s not. At least P is having fun living with G; I’m glad they have each other to rely on. 

As for me, I’m not really sure what’s going to happen next. I’m just waiting for this melancholic cloud to go away so I can feel like my normal, happier self again. I don’t know that if that happiness will entail any future romances; right now, a part of me hopes it won’t. Fairytales are for people who don’t know how to be happy on their own. 

As for work, I’ve officially checked out. I’ll prepare my lessons and get my students through their final assessments, but that’s it. I’m not going to play at being a real teacher because that isn’t what expected of me at school. I’ll still be nice to my students and even give them rewards when they do their work, but I’m not going to do more. I need to get away from all of this and just work at a place where I can be myself and be proud of what I’m doing. 

I just want to get through this year with enough cash in my bank account and enough tenacity to see me through each day.