i miss this place too much

I’ll never exorcise my ghosts. I’d miss them too much and without them, who’d keep me company when I’m drowning in solitude? My ghosts have become friends now. They accept my shortcomings and mistakes. They’ve been there for me for longer than most and are far more reliable. This place wouldn’t be home without them.

Sometimes they look a little pale though. Maybe they’d like a coat of paint…

super-magical-wizard  asked:

Aaaaaaa I love the drawings you just posted!!! I love them so much!!!! They're so cute oh my gosh!!! I- I just love them so much :) anti is so adorable and cuddly and dark is sorta happy and I really missed seeing stuff from you and aaaaaaa welcome back to the place with the camera!! I hope you have a really wonderful day!!

EEEEEEEE Thank you so much, Sam!!! *。ヾ(。>v<。)ノ゙*。 So glad to hear that!!!! <33

Anti fucking loves his Sammy no matter what.

Same as Dark but SHHHH (?)


I only made like 3 drawings, 2 of them being the ones i posted. And some silly Dark and Anti shit i made with my bro bc we were bored lol


Have a nice day too, Sam! <3

let’s sit on the floor of my room and pull the strings from our chest and place them in each other’s hands and say, “i love you. is this enough to show how much i love you?”
let’s lay on our backs and look at the sky and wish we were birds instead of humans because birds don’t get their hearts broken, they just fly side by side until they can’t fly anymore.
let’s walk for miles with no direction and get lost in each other, because lately i seem to know you too well and i miss being surprised by you.
let’s kiss under a blanket of stars and the rising sun and the ceiling of my room so that everyone and everything knows that i love you more than anything i’ve ever loved before.
let’s scream at each other at the tops of our lungs and break each other’s hearts again and again, only to fall back together in the end because we both know we’re better together than apart.
let’s love each other in the moment, and the rest will fall into place.
—  i want everything with you
Thin Walls (Jaehyun x Reader)

Hey! Long time no see! It’s been a minute since I last posted something or filled a request, and the guilt of not doing so was slowly eating away at me lol I managed to throw this one together after forever and it took so long because I was struggling hard core on the actual smut. It’s just so difficult trying not to repeat a scene I’ve done previously in the exact same way, etc. But finals are coming up, and I’ll be trying my darndest to chip away at these requests as best as I can! Hope you all enjoy this one!!!

P.S. I miss his curly permed hair, it brought me so much joy :’) He just looks so soft and cuddly, bless his soul I love him so so much !!

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Moving to one of the biggest cities, you had your hopes high, but not too high. You knew it wasn’t a perfect place, with perfect people who had perfect lives and perfect apartments. There were the dumpster divers, the druggies in the alleyways, and the snobs that flaunted their glittery 24 caret plumage on their wrists and necks, suffocating themselves with mink coats and expensive cigarettes. But you were determined to ignore all of it, the people who mattered were like you; starving, but alive, living their big dreams regardless of the struggle. You clung to those people, the places they frequented, and learned to love and appreciate the side of this city that was your new home. You were stable and free now, able to pursue the things you enjoyed and make a living to support yourself. 


If there was one thing you loved above all else, it was your flat. It had been a treasure find during a hot summer night not very different from the one now, your mind a little hazed by the one too many drinks you’d tipped back at a friend’s house party. Your body buzzing as you wandered back to your temporary home at a hotel, feeling drawn to take a new street instead of the subway.

The sign was a rickety chalkboard with words scribbled across it in blue chalk, advertising an empty apartment for rent. You almost paid no heed to it, wanting nothing more than to collapse in your bed and pass out, maybe even throw up in the nearest trash can. Something prompted you to grab one of the pamphlets pinned to the board and shove it in your purse for later, didn’t hurt to try, right? You didn’t think twice about it until the next morning when the sun cracked above the horizon, bolting upright and scrabbling for your cellphone to dial the number, despite your massive head ache from your hangover. Pickings were slim in the trendy city of Seoul, millions of people vying for a place to call their own, you had to give it a try because it might be your only chance for a while. Plus, you were tired of hopping from one cheap hotel to the next and crashing at your friends’ flats. You needed a place to call your own.

A soft spoken old woman had picked up, her motherly voice cooing like a mourning dove as she gave you a time to stop by to tour the flat. You had arrived way too early due to eagerness, the building being located on one of the most popular and famous streets only added to its charm. Lovely and eclectic themed coffee shops, boutiques, and makeup and bookstores lined the street, making it one of the busiest. If you weren’t already ready to sign the dotted line, the moment you walked in was the last word.

When she had brought you up that creaky elevator that seemed to soar up and up into the sky, your breath had been taken away as soon as you walked into the apartment. It wasn’t the newest, but it had an old charm to it. Exposed brick on the outer walls, windows stretching wide to depict the city skyline, and it could be all yours. She had warned you about some problems like creaky pipes, leaks, and especially the thin walls since you shared one with one other apartment. You could care less at that point, already ready to sign the contract and call the humble little place yours.

So here you were now, the humid night setting in as you sat lounging on your couch, dripping in sweat and absolutely sweltering. All your windows were cracked, the old AC cranked as high as it could go, and one greasy fan that struggled to spin, which hardly made much of a difference at all. You were dressed in only your underwear and a sports bra, trying to cool yourself off as you pressed an ice pack to the back of your neck with another annoyed groan.

Today had been your day off, wanting nothing more than to go outside and enjoy it, but the heat was so stifling you’re sure you would have roasted under the sun in five minutes. So you stayed inside, trying to mind your own business as usual and take a day to yourself. All afternoon you heard the same old usual sounds from your next door neighbor, not even bothered by the incredible thinness of the wall that divided your two apartments anymore. He was young and gorgeous, a college student living off campus, pursuing a degree in music. You’d met him only on a few occasions, and he was sweet and personable enough, but it felt like the two of you were connected somehow. You knew him better than those simple hellos in the hallway and so did he. The wall was so thin and hollow that the two of you could almost perfectly hear what the other was doing all the time, which irked and frightened you at first. Sometimes it even felt like your flats weren’t separated at all, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you saw him walking around your living room one day.

You didn’t want to lie to yourself, he really was completely beautiful. Your heart nearly leapt into your throat every time you saw him smile, his dimples poking out cutely at even the smallest quirk of his soft looking lips. He towered over you, making your pulse race whenever he stopped you in the hallway to let you know about a problem the building was having, his warm hand burning a permanent brand on your shoulder. You couldn’t say you were in love with him, not yet. But you could say you liked him very, very much and at the moment was completely entranced by him.

Jung Jaehyun loved to sing, his velvety voice usually would ring throughout your floor during the day. He sang everything, even his own compositions, which he knew you could hear, almost like he wanted to know your opinion. You loved to listen to him while you cooked, or when you showered, sometimes humming or singing softly back to him, just so you could let him know it was okay for him to continue. In all honestly, you enjoyed it more than you realized, and he knew it too.

Little did you know, he knew a lot of things. Those walls kept no secrets, especially the ones you wouldn’t even dare utter aloud.

Passing him in the thin, musty hallway always seemed to make your heart beat fast enough to burst from your chest. You were sure that he could probably see your whole body shaking from just the greeting he shot you, dimples poking out coyly as he pressed himself against the wall to let you pass. He smelled like a man, rough and homey, something familiar and something that made you crave to be near him again and again. You hated how easily he could twist you around his finger and the two of you were barely friends, just neighbors politely living next to one another.

You let your head fall back against the couch, the magazine you were using to fan yourself picking up speed as you thought of your neighbor and his mischievous ways. He was probably in the same position as you, slouched onto his couch, most likely gloriously shirtless as he attempted to break the relentless heat wave that was trapped in the city. Your face turned a darker shade of red, childishly tossing your magazine across the room as your mind swam with desirable images of Jaehyun lounging on his couch with less and less clothing as time went by. You groaned loudly, standing up to go suffer in bed when you heard a familiar noise on the other side of the wall, a velvety humming.

You crept silently over to the wall, wincing every time a rickety floorboard creaked. Settling softly against the wall, you pressed your ear to it, straining to hear just what was happening on the other side. It was a gentle hum, reminiscent of a cat purring, so close to the wall the sound tingled your ear. His voice so silky that even the most expensive lengerie couldn’t compete with the sheer amount of sexiness and comfort you received from hearing it.

The good part comes between wanting and needing,” Jaehyun crooned from behind the wall, and you turned to press your forehead to the faded blue paint, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you swayed back and forth where you sat. He knew oh so well how much you loved it when he sang sensual pieces; knew how much the sound of him humming those words turned you on. It was an unspoken arrangement that neither of you were prepared to mention when you passed each other in the hall.

Because who knew what would happen if you did? Where it would lead?

You swore you heard the boy on the other side give a sharp inhale of breath, but paid no attention when he sang the next bit, “When it’s less about eating and more about feeding.”

Biting your lip, you slid a hand up and down your exposed thigh, sighing wantonly when you heard him shift on the other side. You wished desperately for him to be in front of you, arms open for you, lips waiting to be kissed, and eyes filled to the brim with lust. You gave a soft gasp as you slid a hand over your panties, feeling a heat beginning to grow in your stomach, and a wetness form in between your legs.

In between…right where you wanted Jaehyun.

You heard him shudder on the other side of the wall, the erotic and strangely familiar metallic sound of a belt unbuckling caused your hips to buck into your fingers that were gliding over the covered folds of your heat. You pressed a finger to your clit and bit back a moan when you heard the clunk of a buckle hitting the wood floors, a relieved groan reached you through the wall and you cried out in response.

How he managed to continue to sing was a mystery to you, but you could hardly believe you ears as he sang, “You know the best could always be better.” You pulled your panties down your smooth thighs and immediately slid a finger into your soaking heat, illiciting a gasp that mirrored Jaehyun’s. The way you practically dripped onto the wood floors made you blush as your walls tightened around you finger. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, barely being able to imagine him without passing out from want; pants unbottoned, belt messily undone, briefs hastily pulled down in order to let his hard member breathe. His hand almost shaking as he attempted to control the quavering in his voice, “When the hardest could be harder…”

You heard him groan and you moaned in response, nails clawing against the wall as you pumped your fingers inside yourself, imagining it was him. You slumped against the wall and used your other hand to rub your clit hurriedly, feeling so close you could hardly stand it. You clung on to each word, knowing his hand was moving in tandem with yours, breathing synchronized as he practically moaned the next words, “And the wettest is wetter.”

You cried out his name, just about to finally come when his voice cut you short, “Stop, _____.”

You immediately retracted you hand while panting, waiting for him to continue, wanting to whine from your need to release. His voice was low, calm and full of command, but you heard how he strained to keep it level. “Listen closely, baby girl. Go unlock your door. Then I want you in your bed. Naked. Do you understand?”

Your lips quivered in want, “Yes.”

You didn’t wait for him to tell you to go, your body moved quickly, instinctively and driven by want as you scrambled to the door. Your hands trembled as you slid the lock over, hardly believing what you were about to do. You clambered towards your bedroom, clicking all the lights off and flicking on your bedside lamp and fairy lights you had strewn over your headboard. Then you yanked your curtains open on your large window that took up an entire wall, allowing the rainbow ambient light ofSeoul to seep in through the glass. You stilled for a moment, hearing footsteps in the hallway, the clunk of your door handle being grasped as it was turned. You panicked and struggled to rip off your panties and sports bra, realizing as soon as you hopped on your bed that your entire room was a disaster. You were about to scream into the nearest pillow when you heard short knocks on your door frame. Too late now.

He was too much, period. The boy was sculpted from something close to the gods, with a body gorgeously lean, his frame broad, and legs long enough for you to climb. He wore nothing but a pair of dark briefs, the outline of his hard member pressing insistently against the fabric as if taunting you. Everything about him was either dark or light, a contrast that made your knees weak. His dark hair was a beautiful mess, like he frequently ran his fingers through it. His ebony eyes drew you in and kept you there, not allowing your own gaze to wander anywhere else. Jaehyun stepped towards the bed, fingers running over the cool silk of your sheets you had spent so much money on. You saw a small smile flicker over his lips that made your body quiver, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

It’s going to be fun ruining that silk.

When he got onto the bed, you gasped at the predator look in his eyes as he crawled towards you on all fours. The bed creaked lightly as you shifted back on instinct, even though you felt so drawn toward him, wanting nothing more than to finally touch him. You realized you have never laid a single finger on him and he you, but both of you were so completely enraptured with one another even when there was a wall separating you. It was honestly poetic, and strangely beautiful.

Unmuffled, his voice was even more velvety, “You don’t know how often I thought about this very scenario.” He laid you down and crawled up your body, careful to not touch you, not yet. “All those nights when I could hear you touching yourself, moaning my name as you finally came.”

Your body shook, wanting to squeeze your eyes shut from embarrassment, but Jaehyun held your gaze. You pressed your thighs together as he leaned closer to you, his hair tickling your forehead, “Were you imagining my fingers, baby girl? Or maybe my tongue?”

You could hardly answer, eyes wide as his lips barely grazed yours as he whispered, “If you really want it that bad, princess, why don’t I give it to you?”

With that he closed the gap between your bodies, allowing his entire frame to press against you along with his soft lips. They glided so easily against yours, like they were meant for one another. One of his hands came up to tangle in your hair, allowing him complete control of you as he slipped his sinful tongue into your mouth. You moaned in appreciation at the slick feeling of his tongue sliding against yours, tasting the tea he had been drinking earlier. He pulled away for air, panting as he slid down your body dragging his tongue over your  skin. He pressed wet kisses to your breasts and ribs, hands gripping your hips as he groaned against your skin, “I’m going to cover every inch of your skin with my tongue, until your fucking begging for it, baby girl.”

You gazed down at him as he worked lower and lower, your body glistening from where his mouth left. Hovering over your dripping heat, he blew cool air on it, smirking at the way you arched off the bed. The moment his tongue made contact with your lower lips, your hand found his dark locks, tangling your fingers through them. He released a groan from the taste, attacking your clit with his lips as he sucked at it mercilessly. His ebony eyes stared up at you and you could feel the smirk against your inner thigh as he went to bite at the soft skin there, leaving a dark purple hickey. He didn’t leave just one though, that wasn’t Jaehyun’s style. He wanted to wake up to you tomorrow morning, thighs littered with bruises and violently purple hickeys. As he nosed along your inner thighs, your body began to tremble and ache as he revisited old markings, biting and pressing kisses to them, “J-Jaehyun!…Please!”

He pulled away and regarded you with amusement, “Please what, baby girl?” He was enjoying himself, dragging his tongue over those cheeky bruises proudly.

You shifted your hips to make your point clear, too embarrassed to ask aloud for what you really wanted him to do. He tilted his head innocently, licking his bottom lip from one corner to the other as he traced his tongue over your taste. Deep down you realized that Jaehyun wouldn’t give you what you wanted if you didn’t give him what he wanted. It was a game of give and take, and you needed to swallow your pride.

You gulped, voice straining with want, “P-please fuck me with your fingers and tongue, Jaehyun.”

“Hmmm,” he simpered, letting a finger lightly trace over your clit. “Since you were such a good listener earlier, I’ll give you what you want.” He leaned closer to your lower lips, but stopped himself, looking up at you through his lashes as he whispered, “Make sure to pay me back later though.”

You let out a sigh of relief as he began to eat you out, his tongue doing things you’d only imagined before all of this. You almost had to pinch yourself because everything felt so surreal. Your neighbor, who you’ve only politely spoken to in the hallway, was now eating you out better than any other person you’ve been with. You weren’t sure you were going to survive until morning.

Jaehyun worked a finger past your folds, the slickness of your heat allowing it to slide in easily. At the sound of your moans of approval, he worked another finger in with a small smirk, hardly believing all this was happening as well. He held the same sentiments as you, having to mentally slap himself from stopping just to stare in awe at you. You had to be the most beautiful and interesting girl he’d ever laid eyes upon, the first moment he saw you he was already decided. You were his muse. The mysterious subject to his songs he wrote, the girl in all of them…they were you.

“______,” he hummed your name, allowing his tongue to soak in your taste, committing your moans and sounds of pleasure to memory. To him, they were more beautiful than any song he could compose, completely gorgeous. His fingers quickened their pace, feeling your walls convulse around them as you neared release. He pulled his mouth away, allowing his fingers to do all the work as he regarded you with that dangerous look in his eyes again. He looked like a predator debating whether he was going to eat you now or later as he murmured, “Should I let you come, ________? Have you earned it?”

You whimpered, hands scrabbling for his hair and tugging at it insistantly, “Y-yes.”

He slowed his pace, brows furrowing, “Yes, who?”

“Yes, Jaehyun!…,” you recovered frantically, hips urging him along as he continued at his original pace.

“That’s what I thought,” he simpered, fingers thrusting into you so powerfully that your body rocked the bed. “How bad do you want it? Tell me just how bad you want me to make you come.”

His fingers, quickening slightly, distracted you as you attempted to form a coherent sentence, “I-I want it, Jaehyun!” Thinking swiftly, you added, “Please, baby!” Looking pitiful was always a good way to get what you wanted, or it could just make things much worse.

Luckily, Jaehyun’s dark eyes softened as he saw the tears beginning to pool in yours, “Whatever you want, baby girl.” He bent his head down again, his hot breath on your inner thighs sending your mind into overdrive as he latched onto your clit and his fingers sped up. Your toes curled, thighs trembling as your high approached, hips rolling into Jaehyun mouth as you fucked back against his fingers. You cried out, body shaking as he finger fucked you through your high, drawing out that feeling of ecstasy for as long as he could.

He didn’t stop there though, he kept going long after your release ended. Weakened by your orgasm you squirmed beneath him and his mouth as he continued to work you, fingers not quitting their breakneck pace. You cried out, hands weakly trying to push him away as the overstimulation made your thighs shake, “J-Jaehyun please!…”

Tears of passion leaked down your face from the sheer pleasure he was giving you, only pulling away after he glanced up and saw them. He immediately pulled your body into his chest and kissed the tear tracks from your cheeks, hushing you softly. You took a shaky breath as he laid you down on your back, hovering over you. His eyes raced over your curves and features, fingers tracing your Cupid’s bow as he pressed kissed to your lips and neck. He sucked another hickey, this time very noticeably on your neck; the boy had to have an obsession with marking, you decided, not the least bit upset by that fact. Your eyelids slid close as his mouth worked over your neck, your hand sliding down his chest to his hips, sliding over his briefs to brush against his member.

He let out a soft groan, his hips rocking into your hand begging, wanting for more touch. You massaged him over his too tight briefs, wanting nothing more than to give him relief and feel him inside you. Your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered softly, “I want you so bad, Jaehyun.”

You felt him shiver above you, his hands already traveling from your hips to the waistband at his. He seemed to tower above you as he slid his briefs off, allowing you to stare as he kneeled above your body. You took in his lean muscles, your nails softly raking down his chest which caused him to release a shaky breath from the feeling. Your soaked heat throbbed at the sight of his erect member that weeped precum, your body already ready to feel another release.

Acting purely out of lust and a little bit of instinct, you pushed him off of you and turned around, getting on your hands and knees. You immediately felt his hands on your hips as he bent over your body and pressed open mouth kisses to your back. Seeing you like this somehow sobered Jaehyun up, his lips moving softly against your skin as he murmured, “Are you sure, ______?”

You could tell by his voice that he was making sure this wasn’t going to be something you would regret or try to brush off. You felt commitment and real affection in Jaehyun’s touch, which reassured you and gave you hope for what would come out of all of this. You were definitely sure, “Yes, I trust you, baby.”

You felt a smile against your skin, the feeling of the atmosphere suddenly so much more intimate and romantic as he teased your opening with the tip of his member. You breathed out to steady yourself as he carefully pushed into you, your walls already so tight around him. Jaehyun groaned at the satisfying feeling, his hands that gripped your hips squeezed you tightly. You let out a gasp, the same emotions washing over you as well as he slid in to the hilt easily. You felt connected, complete.

You urged him to move by rocking back into him, his hips rolling into you as you gave him your approval. The warmth of the day was nowhere close to the burning heat you were feeling now, the way Jaehyun’s hips snapped into you as he pummeled your core left you completely star struck. You could feel him panting against the skin of your back as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into you. Minutes felt like hours as he fucked you into pleasurable oblivion, his stamina impressive. When his thrusts became more eratic, you reached down to rub your clit, hips pulled by his warm hands to fuck back against him.

His velvet voice sounded tight as he groaned, “Baby girl, you’re gonna make me come.”

As he spoke those words, you couldn’t help but almost release; every time he opened his mouth your body practically shook. Your walls slid around him, tightening as you neared your second high of the night, “Ah!…”

“Fuck!,” he cursed, releasing his hot seed inside of you, his head thrown back as you came as well. Your arms have put underneath you and your face pressed deeply into the sheets as Jaehyyn groaned above you, his hips rocking ever so slightly to prolong his orgasm. Your body felt on fire, hair sticking to your forehead as he pulled out of you gently.

Your mind was a complete blur as Jaehyyn carefully cleaned you up, pressing kisses as he made you comfortable, hardly realizing that you were laying in his arms. He played with your messy hair, untangling the knots left by him during his passion as he hummed soothingly. As your head cleared, you attempted to think of something to say, anything really. The entire situation was whack, to say the least. You just had sex with your neighbor, after masturbating with him, and having only really talked to him a few times in the hallway. You were crazy and your skin was heating up at the fact that you had tricked yourself earlier into thinking he might have real feelings for you.

Disappoint began to seep into your bones as you turned to him, afraid to make eye contact with his burning gaze. You might as well break the silence, get it over with and rip it off like a bandaid. Mustering up the courage, you murmured his name, “Jaehyun.”

“Hm?,” he hummed, fingers now tracing your nose and cheekbones. His sweet actions hurt you, knowing that they honestly meant nothing. He looked up at you expectantly, eyebrows raised in curiosity as he saw you preparing yourself like you were about to give him a speech or lecture.

He was just being polite.

“You-,” you started horribly, stuttering as you tripped over your own words, “L-listen, I-”

“_______.” He stopped you, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. You bit your tongue as he spoke up, gentle and reassuring, “Don’t worry about it. It’s okay.”

You felt like you were burst into tears at any moment, those words of his only adding to your false hope. Your lip quivered, “It’s not okay though.”

“No, it is,” he cupped your cheek, drawing you impossibly closer into his arms. His dark eyes suddenly changed, a nervousness penetrating them as his entire counternance shifted and something so innocent and puppy-like was left behind. You watched as he bit his lip and looked away from you, his voice soft, “Can I tell you something?”

You were confused, but nodded anyway as he propped himself up on his elbow. He picked at your bedding anxiously, “This isn’t how I wanted it to happen.” Jaehyun breathed out deeply, almost in an annoyed huff, “I wanted to take you out for coffee, go to my favorite book store, show you the best record shop this side of the city…but that didn’t happen.” He flopped onto his back, passing a hand over his face as your jaw practically dropped to the floor, “But I went and rushed it, all because I was fucking horny and knew you were probably listening…”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m literally such a dumb ass. I hope you’ll forgive me because I really really like you, ______.” He glanced over at you and his eyes widened at your shocked expression, “What?”

“You mean it? You mean all of it?,” you whispered, heart racing as he turned towards you again.

“Of course I do, baby girl,” he replied, a small smile lifting the corners of his soft lips. You mirrored his look when you noticed his dimples poking out, begging for you to give them a kiss.

And you did, just because you could.

He laughed a beautifully melodic laugh, his eyes smiling, hair messy, with dimples framing his face as he pressed kiss after kiss to your body. Honestly, you still couldn’t believe your luck. Or was it luck at all? Jaehyun couldn’t believe it either as you snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep feeling content and peaceful. Everything was changing from here on out, and it definitely was for the better.

even’s mom is much smaller than her son (he gets his height from his dad), so even always has to bend down to hug and kiss her

and when they go over to even’s place, she greets isak with one of the biggest smiles he’s ever seen and he’s so surprised at first because they’ve never met before and yet she’s looking at him like she’s known him for years and she hasn’t seen him in way too long and she’s missed him

and she takes isak by surprise and gives him a hug, squeezes him, and isak thinks “how does such a small woman have that much strength in her arms” but he can’t help but laugh a little. and as he looks over at even and gives him a look that says “is she like this with everyone?” even just looks at them and smiles, a smile that reaches his eyes 

and his mom says “i’ve heard so much about you, i think even is trying to convince me that you’re the eighth wonder of the world, i have to admit he’s been doing a pretty job” and even is like “mom” and isak is just so pleasantly surprised? you know, the way he was when even admitted that he had noticed him on the first day of school 

and the house smells of spices because she’s cooking diner and baking all these sweets and she tells the boys “i didn’t know what you liked isak, so i made a bit of everything” (the way she says his name surprises isak, because he hasn’t introduced himself, he didn’t need to and it’s just a reminder that even has been talking about him to his mom, a lot. it makes isak feel content and warm) and even says “sweet pretty woman reference there, mom” and his mom just shakes her head and says “darling, not everything is a movie reference” and even teases “of course everything is a movie reference”, to which his mom just sighs, a happy sigh because she’s just glad to see her son seem so happy and full of energy today 

and she tells the boys that diner will be ready in about an hour, so in the meantime they go to even’s room, and they talk and cuddle and kiss

hey whats up i just did this thanks to that one post got me Thinkin also i havent written in like 2 years ok lets do it

The Great Reveal

Kara adjusts her glasses for what feels like the seventeenth time in the past five minutes. They don’t sit right today, they pinch the bridge of her nose in all the wrong places, and the cursor on her screen blinks in front of her, nothing behind it, nothing in front of it.

Last night was…a lot.

A little too much, if she’s being honest, and not for the first time since she took on her heroine identity does she find herself questioning everything she thought she knew.

Like, she thought she had a pretty good bead on Lena Luthor.

But last night was…

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voltron social media au

im too lazy to draw these/make photoedits….so have some headcanons instead

  • allura’s @ howallurrring
    • has no less than 200k followers on any platform, but she mainly uses instagram and has like 300k there
    • pretty snarky overall, routinely shuts down men trying to argue against feminism 
    • has a running joke where instead of posting a picture of lance’s face she just shows his ear or his leg or something and tags him as ‘”leg”
    • she travels a lot and posts pics of places shes been/her home of altea/royalty shit/galas/the mysterious man she refuses to call her bf
  • shiro’s @ t-shirogane
    • rarely posts pics of his face, but when he does it gets over 1000 likes and a slew of comments
    • has yet to figure out snapchat, so all his sc story’s are him doing mundane things ie feeding his dog, reading a book
    • allura gets 99% of his photo creds…..its like theyre together a lot….alone…hmmm interesting….
    • his favorite thing to do is take weirdly zoomed in pics of keith/tweet quotes from keith without any context
      • k: “imagine knives….
        shiro: ”…ok and???”
        k: “no thats it. just imagine knives.”
  • keith’s @ keithkogane
    • what the hell is an instagram
    • mostly on twitter, he just figured out how to retweet things and we’re all very proud of him
    • basically Jaden Smith 
    • “Can You Believe There Are So Many Stars But I Am Not Dating Any Of Them” —@keithkogane
    • now he posts a lot of pictures of lance with captions about whatever weird shit was going down at said time
    • his bio is always, without fail, a quote from hunk that’s usually something like “hugs not drugs –the greatest man of our generation @ hunkules” and hunks always his header
    • sometimes he just quotes picture of aliens/monsters at pidge with no context 
  • lance’s @ itslancetime
    • he insists that his username is a pun but literally no one gets it
    • half his pictures are of him doing something stupid with the caption “PARKOUR”
    • his avi is always either him and hunk or literally just hunk
      • also uses hunk quotes in his bio
    • will randomly make posts like “hunk garret is better than all of us” and keith favs, retweets, quotes, screenshots it
    • one time pidge called him Leg McClain instead of lance and no one has called him lance since
    • posts lots of pics with his family/likes to randomly make shoutouts to them
    • gave up on explaining himself and now just tweets the shrug emoticon whenever someone @s him
  • hunk’s @ hunkules
    • likes to post pics on beach
    • likes to post pics of animals
    • likes to post pics of his friends
    • everyone has at least one instagram pic of hunk hugging them really tight and spinning them around 
    • basically….Thomas Sanders
    • he’s also really big on vine and half his jokes are just telling people he thinks theyre pretty (and said person swooning in response)
    • his most liked pic to date is the one of keith, lance, pidge, shiro, and allura in matching “in hunk garret we trust” shirts
    • he’s a soft bro 
  • pidge’s @ pidgey
    • her snapchat is literally just hours of matt doing/saying really weird shit with shiro just shaking his head in the background
      • alternatively, shiro responding in kind with equally weird shit and pidge, off camera, “i need a fucking vacation”
    • likes to take pictures with robots (and also of robots)
    • cut her hair really short and then responded to every “you look like a boy” comment with “wow thanks my brothers a boy this really reminded me of him”
    • responds to every picture from keith with “ALIENS ARE REAL!!!!!”
    • refers to matt as “matt” and shiro as “taller matt”
    • no one can tell if her conspiracy theories are genuine or not
      • pidge: “throwback thursday is just the governments way of cataloging on the pictures you never posted on the internet before”
        shiro: “pidge…………why……….”

bonus!!!

  • matt’s @ mattpew-holt
    • meme queen
    • seriously, please stop him
    • if Neil DeGrasse Tyson and birdsrightsactivist had a baby, that baby would be matt
    • literally goes from posting an in depth discussion on dark matter or blackholes or space travel to posting a pic of shiro falling with the caption ‘DAT BOI COMES…….AND THERE HE GOES”
    • his snaps are 50% shiro 50% pidge
      • matt: hey shiro what time is it
        shiro: uh like noon–
        matt: time for death to free us all from the chains of existence
        shiro:……..ok but same
      • matt: you ever wonder why we’re here
        pidge: you ever wonder how i havent actually murdered you yet
    • he’s never met hunk. he has a “in hunk garret we trust” shirt.
      • sam holt also has a “in hunk garret we trust” shirt. matt posted a pic of them wearing the shirts and @ed hunk and said “i dont know you. but i trust you” 
So TVD is coming to an end

It would be a shame for me not to say something just because I stopped watching (Plec’s fault). TVD was the first fandom I entered, the fandom was so fun and welcoming (with the occasional arguing but everybody has those days). Delena was my first OTP and will always have a special place in my heart as my fave OTP, even Stelena and Klaroline. I’d be lying if I said that TVD didn’t mark me forever. The character were so complex and they just made you want to invest in them no matter how flawed they were. And yes I stopped after Kai died because it wasn’t the same, especially after Klaus, Kol and Katherine had left as well. I just missed them too much to continue watching. I look back at the episodes and I can truthfully say I’ve never enjoyed a show as much as I did TVD. I have nothing but good memories. It was with me for years and I’ll still be going back to enjoy the episodes to feed that raging Nostalgia. So long TVD, you will be missed greatly.

Originally posted by kate-kami

Originally posted by sensualquotes

We were wrapped up in outer space together, I swear. And there was so much beauty in that. I feel I needed that to enter this next chapter of my life. I needed a beautiful drug to soothe the pain of this insane transition. But much like any drug, it ins’t healthy any more. I was neglecting the rest of my life.

And I want something beautiful that consumes me but that i can share with the rest of my life too. 

My heart, my body, my soul, misses him. It will always miss him. But that’s life, isn’t it? Leaving bits of our hearts in places so that we can let more beautiful things take their place. How would we ever have room for those things if there were’t pieces of us left behind? 

anonymous asked:

hellooooo fellow mpreg lover! since you went on a bit of a spree for everyone to support the kinks they love and all because of mpreg, do you happen to have a list of mpreg stony? or mpreg tony in general?

I think there’s an mpreg reclist coming up on Imzy which I will link stuff to because I feel like this random spokesperson LMAO, but here’s a quick list of my favourites for mpreg Tony!

Moth by Pandanoai and axolotllan

Not This Omega by Annehiggins

Sing the Body Electric by Georgygirl (read the rest of the wonderful series too!)

Baby Bump by AnneHiggins

Finding Pack by Naferty

The Places That Alone I’d Never Find by Tito11

Just Dance (It’s Going to Be Okay) by ficbypen

Joined’verse by RurouniHime (the first mpreg by ever read of SteveTony. I LOOOVE her so much)




aaaaand there’s some mpreg bottom Tony sharing (multiplepeople/Tony) which I will rec to you if you message me directly lmao


I’m pretty sure I’m missing some essential ones because my phone died so I had to get a new one and unfortunately I lost all the categories I made for fics. Does anybody know of a nice fanfic reading app that saves the categories in a cloud? Thanks!

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In which Oikawa gets ready to write Iwaizumi a letter because he thinks it’d be cheesy but ends up getting too emotional about them not seeing each other a lot or not talking as they used to, so he calls him and goes “I miss you so much” but iwa-chan hangs up on him and he wents on despair mode because HAS IWA-CHAN GIVEN UP ON ME????? but no, iwaizumi was driving to his place because dAMN BOi he also missed oiks so muchhh aaaaa

When he gets in there Oikawa is still confused and kinda mad so 


“is there anything wrong with wanting some attention?”



Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent Imagine

Request: “can you write something where Bruce and Clark both fall for the reader, and it’s just basically a lot flirting and them being super jealous, you can decide who she ends up with (pls let it be Bruce ;))))”

Not as much flirting but i hope you enjoyed it. I’m really sorry you had to wait too!!!xxx

Bruce and Clark try to win you over at a party.

“I really don’t think anyone else here can stand as elegantly as you do in black, may i say Miss (y/l/n)” Bruce complimented.

You hummed, “Oh really?”

“Yes really.”

“Well you’re not as smart as i thought you were Mr Wayne if you can’t look past her beauty and see that her intelligence and personality are equally brilliant.” Clark interrupted.

You placed your hand on Bruce and Clark’s chests, steadying them as they bore into each other’s eyes.

“I came here to have a nice time, not to be mummy and stop you two from bickering like children.”

“Well if Bruce h-”

“No no;” Bruce cut off, leaving Clark to be silenced in clear frustration, “ She’s right.”

Bruce grabbed two glasses of champagne off a tray held by a waiter passing by, and offered you one. Graciously, you took it, smiling and muttering a quiet thank you. Bruce smirked softly, as Clark was left standing awkwardly still, as Bruce didn’t bother to offer him a glass at all.

Bruce went to open his mouth when Clark shook his head,

“No, it’s fine.” he said, slightly annoyed, “I don’t need to drink away my soul to have a good night.”

You smiled into your drink, and Clark’s eyes raised in a coming realisation that you, in fact, loved your champagne…

“Oh no no- i d-didn’t mean that in a condescending way (y/n) no i really- I’m so-”

"Clark,” You laughed, placing a hand on his shoulder, “,It’s fine.”

“Just because you’re basically a God, that doesn’t mean you can be the party pooper Clark.” Bruce teased, “Let the lady drink if she wants to.”

Clark stood up straight. “I’m not trying to stand above everyone else Bruce, and i’ll let anyone do whatever they want within reason,” Clark picked up a champagne glass for himself from a waiter passing by, “Even if it means adopting every child they see.”

You held back the champagne in your mouth, your eyes cautiously watching Bruce’s face. Bruce adjusted his stance, his eyes beginning to bore into Clarks innocent smile.

“At least i use my money to help those in need.”

“I don’t need money. I can fly.”

“Well i can-”

“Alright aright come on guys,” You stood between the two with a smile on your face.

Did you want it to continue? Yes. Yes you absolutely did.

But did it need to stop? Unfortunately, yes.

“You’re both just as good as each other. But together, ” You began linking your arms with both Clark and Bruce, “You make each other better. The world can’t be saved if we have a bat and an alien fighting and bickering. What use it that?”

You then let go, and turned to Clark, placing both your hands on his shoulders,

“Now i really appreciate your feelings about me Clark, and you’re one of the most gentle, kindest, loving, ” Bruce rolled his eyes and sculled his drink, “,men i have ever met, and any lady would be lucky to have you. And that lady,” You turned him around and pointed towards Lois, who was chatting away.

“Is right, there.” Clark turned to you.

“S-she- are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Your feelings for her are stronger than your feelings for mine.”

And so with a spark of confidence in his step that you hadn’t seen before, you watched as Clark walked off, kindly asking Lois to excuse herself and dance with him.

“I didn’t know your middle name was Cupid.” Bruce remarked. You turned around, a smirk on your face.

“You know,” Bruce began, “I don’t actually adopt every kid I see,”

Bruce strolled a little closer to you,

“Oh I know,” You said. You smirked as you fixed his bow tie, your hands almost resting on his chest. “Just the orphans.”

-Beginning to write again! Apologies, For those who have requested, it’s coming i promise!

-Also, it’s almost a running joke within the fandom of bruce adopting every orphan child he sees, and i also mean no disrespect to any offended by the orphan line.

No Regrets - Princess

Request by @secretlyfurrydragon: I would like to know the baby girls name? 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Talk of Jensen having missed out on things with Becca, Otherwise fluffy fluff.

Wordcount: 787

A/N: This is a drabble complication. All drabbles fits into the universe I created for my Jensen x Reader series Living with Regrets. Most can be read as stand alone but will also very much be part of the series.

This takes place not too long after LWR part 10. Just after SPN started filming after their winter break during s11.

Thanks to @mysupernaturalfics for betaing for me

LIVING WITH REGRETS MASTERPOST

NO REGRETS MASTERPOST

Jensen was sitting on the bed, resting against the headboard and his legs stretched out, when she returned from the bathroom. She immediately drew his attention without even knowing it. The script he had been reading laid forgotten in his lap.

Even absently towel drying her hair, 8 months pregnant and only wearing one of his shirts, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He would never grow tired of watching her do the simplest things.

She smiled at him throwing the towel over a chair, before walking up to the bed giving his leg a small tug.

Keep reading

Auston Matthews *Requested*

When you’re in relationship where one person travels you really start to cherish the small moments that you spend together. When Auston got drafted we knew what we were in for but that doesn’t make it better.

“I missed this,” Auston whispers, nuzzling his face into my hair.

“Me too,” I press my back into his chest, “We really need to do this more often.”

“It has been so hard to find time to be together,” he sighs.

I nod in agreement and glance at my phone which reads 12:51, “Auston as much as I love hanging out with you, you have practice extremely early tomorrow.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I’m not tired right now, are you?”

“Honestly, I’m just enjoying this too much to be tired,” I lean up to place a kiss on his lips.

We sit for a couple minutes in a comfortable silence. Nights like these are the best, we don’t feel like we have to do anything and can just be together. Just enjoying each other’s presence is one of the best things we can have. Finding time to just relax is such a difficult task when your boyfriend is always traveling. I start to get lost in thought before a quiet voice breaks the silence.

“What has happened to us?” Auston whispers while adjusting his body to look at me.

I give a puzzled look, “What do you mean, babe?”

He slightly shrugs, “We used to have nothing to worry about, it was just the two of us against the world. No plans, we could do whatever we wanted.”

I let out a slight laugh, “Life happened. Look at you, you’re living your dream right now. I am so proud of you.”

He grins and places a kiss on the top of my head, “And I get to live it with the most perfect girl there is.”

I don’t know how he does it, but even after years of being together he can still make me blush like he had when we first met. “You’re too cheesy,” I playfully nudge him.

“I’m just being cute,” he gives me a cocky smile.

I roll my eyes, “I don’t think it is possible for you to be cute.”

His lips turn down into a pout, “You don’t think I’m cute?”

I let out a laugh, “Cute? How old are you, four?”

He shakes his head, “I actually just turned five, thank you very much.” He begins poking my sides, causing me to erupt into a fit of laughter. I swat at his hands to try to get him to stop, but no there’s no luck.

“I just really want you to know that I absolutely hate you.” I giggle, rolling away from his side. His strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me back to him. He peppers soft kisses all over my face, as if he’s trying to distract me.

“You really don’t,” he states, pulling me completely onto his lap, “you just say that because in all honesty, you can’t get enough of me.”

“No, I really do hate you,” I stare into his eyes, a smile playing on my lips.

“Hm, I really think otherwise,” a goofy grin spreads across his face.

“Do you now?” I question, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Mhm,” he mumbles against my lips. He slides his tongue across my lower lip, begging for entrance which I do not grant. He’s “cute” thinking I would just let him in like that. The kid should know by now he needs to work for what he wants. I quickly pull away from him which causes him to groan. “What the hell was that for?” he grumbles, trying to reconnect our lips. I turn my head so he kisses my cheek.

“Like I said, I don’t like you.” I give a sly smirk.

Auston scoffs, “Bullshit.” He forcefully pushes his lips onto mine. The kissing gets pretty heated before I decide it’s probably best to call it quits. “Now, I hate you.” He laughs, giving me one last peck on the lips.

“I love you,” I flash him a cheeky smile.

“Surprisingly, I love you too.” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Auston?” I question.

“Yeah?” he answers confused.

“Don’t forget about me when you’re on the road.“ I stare into his eyes.

He let’s out a laugh, "Where did this come from?”

“I don’t know. It just scares me every time you’re away that you’ll find someone better and not want to be with me anymore.” I wrap my arms around his torso.

“Trust me, I could never forget about you. I know this will sound cliché, but you’re my world and nothing can change that.” Auston squeezes his arms around me.

“You’re adorable.”

“Let’s get you to bed now, I don’t think coach will be happy with me being half dead tomorrow,” he shows me the time, 2:26.

I nod and stand up, “Sounds like a plan, Matthews.”

He silently stands up behind me and leans down to press his lips to my cheek, he lingers for a few seconds, “I’m glad we decided to stay up together, I love you.”

And again, I’m back! 🙈

I know it was a short hiatus, but I really needed it! Plus, during this period, I went to Milan for three days (this time, I went there for fun!!!! YAYYY 💕) and it was a wonderful experience! Now I’m feeling a little better. ☺️
Also, I read all of your kind messages, so thank you so much, I love you all beautiful people!! 😍❤️

Now I’m ready to queue up some posts and I think I wanna speed the legacy up, just a little bit… So I might post 8 times a day, I hope that’s okay! 😁

Ahhhh, it feels good to be back! ✨💖✨

boyf! jaebum

- photog couple; snapping pics 24/7 

- always brings u to new places for impromptu photoshoots

-thinks u take too many pics of him 

-smiles for the camera anyways 

-extra smiley and cuddly with u

-spams u with selfies while on tour

 -“this is so u won’t forget me”

 -“I miss you so much" 

part 1

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“I didn’t think you’d show.”

Westley shrugs, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Madeleine’s beautiful, beaming face. “I thought I told you, Maddie. I’d like us to be friends.”

“Well good,” she grins and tucks her arm around Westley’s bicep. “Because as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve really missed you.”

He nods and takes a deep breath, desperately trying to quell the throbbing of his heart as it races through his chest. “So what is this place?” West asks in what he hopes sounds like a cool and collected tone of voice. “Some sort of carnival?”

Madeleine gasps and swivels around to face him. “How have you lived in Bridgeport this long and never been to the boardwalk?!”

“I didn’t know it was here?” he says, chuckling at the look of astonishment on her face. “What’s so great about it?”

Shaking her head, Madeleine grabs his hand and drags Westley forward. “So much to do!” she mutters. “So little time!”

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long distance love - (danisnotonfire smut)

for my dear @amazingdilhowlter ✨

warnings: daddy!dan, a lil degrading, very bad, a mess like me

You were scrolling mindlessly through your phone when a notification from your boyfriend Dan popped up on the screen, bringing a smile to your face.

Dan: can you Skype call right now?

You: Sure, call me!

Before you could even click of your messages, the familiar Skype jingle alerted you that Dan was calling. “Hello?” You said as you placed your phone to your ear.

“Naomi!” he answered. You could practically hear the smile in his voice, those warm brown eyes lighting up with joy. “I miss you so much”

You sighed loudly, laying on your bed with the phone next to your head. “I miss you too Dan. Every fucking day”. It was hard continuing your relationship with him on tour. Before the tour, the two of you had been very close friends. You’d always had a crush on him, but you thought he wouldn’t feel the same. Two days before he was schedueled to leave, he invited you over for a mini goodbye hangout, just the two of you as Phil was out to his parents place. Long story short, the two of you had confessed your feelings and now wished you had earlier as you had to wait for a while to see Dan again.

“Can you go on videocam? I want to see that pretty face of yours” he asked, the last part making you roll your eyes mockingly.

“Sure, let me just switch to my laptop” you answered. You ended the call and rolled over to reach for your laptop,. Opening the Skype application, you clicked Dan’s name and selected the video option. After asingle ring, you were greeted withDan’s smiling face on your screem, making yousmile back in return.

“Beautiful as usual, Naomi” he said, cocking his head to the side. You tucked a lock of your red hair behind your ear and looked down at your lap.

“Charming as usual, Daniel” you replied, finally looking up at him again. He laughed at this, the sound making you instantly ten times more at ease.

“So, how has your day been?” you asked. You knew that anything he did on his exciting tour would be way more interesting than what you had for lunch. 

“Same as usual, show, meet and greet…” he said, looking a bit distracted. His eyes trailed around the room before looking at you aging. “Actually, | wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” you questioned, tilting your head curiously.

“Well you see, we didn’t get to do much before I left for tour” he started,scratching the back of his neck nervously/. “I was wondering, would you ever try uh, Skype sex, maybe?“ He finished, not looking you in the eye. Your eyes widened at the suggestion. Skype sex? You’d never tried it before, and the thought of Dan seeing you naked, even via video, made you blush.

But it also excited you. You pictured it in your head for a moment, watching Dan’s reaction as you did dirty things for him. “\Naomi? Are you still there? It’s okay if you don’t want to, it was just an idea…”

“No!” You exclaimed, cutting him off. Quieter this time, you said, “No. I like that idea”

Dan looked surprised, but the expression was quickly replaced with a cheeky smirk, the one that made your guts wrench.  Was it just the  shitty camera quality or were his eyes darkening? “What do I do?” you asked, beginning to feel awkward.

“You could take that shirt of yours off” he answered. The directness of his statement made you raise an eyebrow, before shyly pulling your shirt over your head. Boy were you glad you were wearing a decent pair of matching underwear. It was Dan’s turn o be shocked now. The little smirk had been wiped right off his face as he stared, taking in every detail of your torso. “If I was there right now,” he began.

“Your turn” you interrupted with a grin. You were starting to get the grip of this, starting to enjoy your power over him due to the restraints between you too. He returned the grin before lifting his black shirt over his head, revealing his slightly tan chest. The shirt had ruffled up his hair so he looked even hotter. “You’re beautiful” you whispered, making Dan laugh.

“I think you’re the one who’s beautiful. If you were in this room, you would see just how mc h I’m liking this” he said teasingly.

“Or you could just show me” you replied,  confidently.

“Good idea” he said, before tilting his camera so you could only see his lips and downwards. his hands were hidden down his grey jogging bottoms and he was stroking himself gently, making you practically moan in need. “Fuck, you sound so hot, baby” he breathed out, stroking harder. You watched him pleasure himself, longing filling you up inside.

“Naomi, fuck! Touch yourself for daddy, please” he moaned his breathing still uneven. Hearing him call himself daddy was enough motivation for you. It was one of your biggest kinks. You pulled your skirt down before tilting your camera as well, so he could see what you were about to do. You slipped your underwear down your legs and spread them a little wider so he could get a better view. You heard him whimper at the sight, which only pushed you further. This was all so new and sexy, especially as it was with Dan. Circling your entrance a few times, you slipped a finger inside yourself, moaning out at the feeling.

Dan was an absolute mess by now, eyes fixated on your fingers as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. The sight of him so messy and hot just for you made you add another digit, starting to clench around your own fingers. Dan groaned loudly as his orgasm washed over him, panting heavily. “Are you close princess?”

“Yes daddy” you replied, but it came out more like a whimper.

“Cum for me Naomi. I want to see you cum all over your own fingers like the dirty little slut you are”Dan growled. His dirty talk finally pushed you over the edge in a moment of pure bliss and satisfaction. 

“That was amazing” he said, looking at you with so much care and admiration you felt yourself warm up again.

“I know" you replied, beaming.

“I can’t wait till I get back. I want to explore that “daddy” kink a whole lot further…“

Dearest Cat,


You have me at something of a disadvantage, Miss Grant.  While you were able to survey the entirety of my bohemian studio from your place just inside my doorway and can now picture me writing to you in any number of places within my little sanctuary, I have only seen the library of your sprawling D.C. penthouse.  And while, yes, I can see you penning these letters in the leather armchair by the fireplace hearth, or at the creaky brass-handled desk in the corner, or even (dare I suggest it) on the overstuffed microfiber sofa in Carter’s little reading nook, is it too much to hope that there are other pieces of your home that have been privy to our correspondence?

The table in your (no doubt) gourmet kitchen?  The media room where Carter plays his video games and you catch up on all the latest with CatCo, penning your next letter atop your own embroidered throw pillow?  Wrapped in a blanket on the second balcony outside your bedroom?  I wonder.  Are there two pairs of glasses on your nightstand, or three?  Idle thoughts.

My handwriting is only Carter’s age, I’m afraid.  Krypton was entirely technological.  Writing was an antiquated lost art, relegated to what my father always called the “frivolous vocations of history and archaeology.”  He indulged my forays into art, but never taught me to write our language.  When I arrived on earth, Eliza spent hours teaching me my letters, helping me find just the right pressure so I wouldn’t tear the paper, break the pencil, dent the table.  And oh I loved it.  The way the slightest press of ink or lead or wax to paper left my thoughts behind.  The words felt tied to me in a way they never did when they could be tapped onto a screen.  I taught myself to draw Kryptonian glyphs and I wrote my name on every surface I could find, in English, In Kryptonian, in Arabic and Russian and Chinese.  I embraced technology easily at CatCo, because it reminded me of home, but my soul will always yearn for the curve of the C in your signature or the flourish by which you cross your T, if only because it ties me to Earth, my adoptive home.  Now you know the true secret of why I always insisted on staying while you signed all those documents.

I recognize the quirks in your characters too, Cat.  The way your letters flatten when you’re mad at me or curl a little on the ends when you drop your pragmatism and allow yourself to dream a little.

Your gifts are extravagant and heartbreakingly lovely.  Don’t think I don’t recognize the same model of outrageously overpriced Mont Blanc that graced your own desk throughout my employ with you. The way the ink soaks into linen pages bearing my name is an unexpected luxury I may never get fully used to.   It’s far too much, and I’m not worthy of such spoiling.  But, I know better than to tell you I can’t accept it.  Besides, I want it, which, of course, you already knew.  I’ll save the pen-chewing for dimestore Bics on my first drafts, agreed?

Now, I fear I must shift gears from this indulgence in the poetic.  If your security team is receiving legitimate threats on your person or your life, Cat, you must do as they say.  I don’t care if they cover the entire route from your office to the White House in bulletproof Kevlar canopies, you follow orders and stay safe.  Not everyone is as open to the presence of alien life on this planet as you and the President.  And you are a target now, whether you’d like to admit it or not.  You joke about me coming to protect you, but so help me Cat Grant I will be glued to your side if I hear so much as a whisper that you are denying your protective detail.  You brushed aside my protection once and it nearly got us both killed.  I won’t allow it again.

Stay safe.  Stay whole.  Stay unharmed.  It’s important to me, Cat.  So much more than you know.  When I see you, I promise I’ll tell you why, but until then, listen to the DEO, even if you still won’t listen to me.

Yours, etched in pen,