unpacking boxes

kanto mom: completely dismisses her son until he becomes a hermit on a mountain top for 3 years, then she misses him

johto mom: ready to help at all times, will always mom her child, spoils child but doesn’t even know her own kid’s interests

hoenn mom: tired, done with Norman’s garbage, trusts that her child can take care of their self, wants child to deal with Norman

sinnoh mom: young at  heart, does contests and enjoys travel, loves her child and doesn’t want them to worry

unova mom: super supportive, outgoing ex-trainer, absolutely heartbroken over their missing child but tries to hide it

unova mom the sequel: gentle, always there for their kid, will always listen, great friendship with her child

kalos mom: famous, flirts with any attractive man, ran over her own husband with a rhyhorn and laughs about it 

The Little Brit | Jughead Jones x Reader

Request: 

A\N: This writing is not mine, it’s by beautiful lil’ nugget B who kindly offered me help with this account x 

Part 2

Originally posted by c-sand

    I finish unpacking the last box before I’m officially moved in to my new home in Riverdale. I glance around my room, grab the last empty boxes and bounce down the stairs greeting my parents as they unpack kitchen boxes. 

“This is the last of them,” I breath out placing the empty boxes on the kitchen bench. My stomach grumbles, I haven’t eaten much since the flight if you count an apple and a few crackers as food. 

“Honey why don’t you go get some dinner from the diner we drove past? I heard they do excellent burgers!”

 I shrug my shoulders.

 “Sure, I’ll just get my coat.”

    I return to my room and pull on my jacket before grabbing some cash and head toward the diner we saw earlier. A bright red neon sign comes into vision as I edge closer “Pop's”. I wearily enter and see how packed the place is. I patiently wait in line till it’s my time to order. After ordering and giving the nice older man the money, he glances back to the kitchen hand scrambling to get orders out.

“Sorry miss it may be a longer wait,“ I shake my head.

“Oh, no, that’s fine, I’ll just sit and wait,” he smiles greatfully as I scan the diner spotting a nearly empty booth with two girls sitting opposite each other with two milkshakes. I take a deep breath and walk towards the table. Laughter is filling the air. I stop at the head of the table. Their conversation goes quiet.

“Oh, hey, can we help you?” The blonde spoke first smiling up at me.

“Hello, my names (Y/N), I was just wondering if I could sit? I just ordered and they said it’d be awhile and, well, you look the most friendly,“ I go red glancing down at my hands. 

“Of course you can, I’m Betty and this is Veronica,” She greets me glancing at the raven haired girl.

“You must be new around here” she speaks and I sit down.

“Guilty, am I that obvious?” I smile and she shakes her head. 

“Your accent is more of a giveaway,” I nod and mentally face palm.

“Oh, of course, I didn’t think about that. My family and I just moved here from London.” They nod.

“Wow, that’s so cool-” Veronica was cut short as the bell rang indicating there was more customers. The both glance back to see whoever was entering. I glance at my phone messaging my father to tell him I’d be longer than anticipated. 

“Woah, who’s the new girl?” I look up and see two boys standing at the top of our booth, a brown headed boy & the other with red hair, both being extremely easy on the eyes.

“(Y/N),” I barely whisper clearing my throats before trying again. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” They both smile slipping into the booth.

“Archie Andrews,” the red head speaks first, sliding in next to me flashing his bright white smile. I glance to the other boy as he climbs in next to Veronica. He laughs to himself.

“Uh, yeah, I’m Jughead Jones The Third.“ I giggle.

“Jughead Jones?” I question. His gaze snaps to mine, a smile etching onto his face.

“Just when I thought my name would never sound nice, you lil brit make me change my mind.“ I blush and glance at him through my lashes 

“Take that as a compliment?” I say unsure.

“With an accent like that I could listen to you talk all day,” we stare for awhile until we’re interrupted by our friends’ laughter. 

“Woah, Juggie’s got a crush on the new girl,“ Veronica squeaks squeezing his hand and bumping up against him. He rolls his eyes and adjusts his beanie picking at the plate of fries in front of him trying to avoid the gaze of his giddy friends.

“I-” I was cut short when the man from the counter wonders over with my take away bag.

“Sorry for the wait- I see you’ve encounted the scary locals.” I laugh, nodding.

“Thank you,” I smile at him, taking the bag and standing from the booth. “I hope to see you again, enjoy,” and with that he turns and walks towards the counter again. 

“Well, I better get going, my parents are waiting for me to get back with tea,” I smile sheepishly as Jughead glances at me soaking up every word. They all seem disappointed, but I remind them that I’ll see them the next day at my first day of school. 

“Goodbye,” I smile waving as I turn around to head to the door.

“Goodbye love,” I hear jughead yell trying his best at an English accent. I giggle and blow him a kiss before pushing on the door open and walking towards home.

- 🌹
Neighbour!Mingyu


- mingyu as a neighbour

- let that sink in 

- so you’re moving in and you’re new but you know your way around the neighbourhood

- let’s start the story my friends 

- so yeah you’re moving in and mingyu is already outside, playing basketball

- and goddamn it’s such a glorious ass view gODDAMN

- he’s panting and his tan skin is glistening 

- frick 

- he’s the type to always run his hands through his hair continuously and always licking his lips 

- so yeah you start unpacking your boxes, always taking glances at him

- but he’s not even looking at you :((

- but you just shrug and finish unpacking in a short time bc you unpacked most of your furniture and stuff since u unpack in a span of a few days so you dont have to do it all in one day

- you know what im saying

- you know

- okay so when you’re done, you look at where mingyu would be playing his basketball on his drive way

- he’s not there lol 

- and you’re just a bit down bc like you didn’t get to say hi to the cute boy

- but it’s okay because you see him again in a few mins

- so you go up to your new room and open the windows for fresh air and slight sunlight and you just stop because

- in front of you

- was mingyu in his room

- shirtless

- f U CL K 

- and he’s just blinking lazily and his hair is a bit damp, but the clean damp 

- you know

- and he has a new shirt in his hands and he’s raising his brow at you, tilting his head slightly

- you widen your eyes and blush hard before closing your windows and blinds

- and you dont notice but mingyu’s just chuckling in his room, shaking his head lightly and sighing 

- you’re panicking like 

- thi s ISNT THE FIRST IMPRESSION YOU WANTED TO MAKE

- BYE  E 

- okay time lapse to a few days later when you finally have the guts to see mingyu again because whenever you walked to school, you actually never really got to see him anyways because most likely he had basketball practice

- so like when you’re walking home from school, you see mingyu stretching on his drive way

-  and you just stop 

- and mingyu looks at you

- and damn he looks good again

- and you’re just nervously smiling, awkwardly waving

- “um… hi, i’m new– uh, my name is Y/N” 

- mingyu stares at you and blinks slowly before straightening up, making you even more nervous

- he just smirks slightly, and you see his canine peeking out 

- “the pervert next door?” 

- you reDDEN THE FUC c  U P 

- you stutter the fu  C  C  u  P

- he just raises his brow before chuckling breathily, 

- “mingyu.” 

- you just look at him and bite your lip, nodding with pink cheeks

- and you hurriedly run to your porch like trying to get in your house

- but then you hear mingyu 

- “it was finally nice to talk to you.” 

- you blush and blink, looking at him 

- and he has a cute smile

- “u-uh, y-yeah, you too…?” you would say

- mingyu smiles still, shaking his head before grabbing his basketball

- you just stare at him before slowly walking back inside

- and when you close the door behind you,

- you exhale the longest and loudest fu  c k ing exhale bc

- you got to finally talk to cute boy next door

- congrats reader

- the next morning you would just walk out of your house again, like walking out and eating something like usual

- but what you didn’t expect was, 

- “good morning, Y/N!” 

- you shoot your head up and look with wide eyes bc wtf like when did someone–

- and then you see mingyu wearing a sleeveless shirt, stretching

- you blush but greet him 

- he just smiles, “heading to school?” 

- you nod and he nods as well 

- “cool, then we’re walking with each other from now on.” 

- you almost choke

- and mingyu just chuckles at your wide eyes

- so yeah, from now on, you and mingyu would always walk to school together

- AND HES ALWAYS THE TYPE TO START THE CONVERSATIONS AND STOPS THEM WHEN HE SEES HIS FRIENDS

- he wouldn’t forget to tell you “see you later” though :’’))

- and it really hits you

- and whenever you pass each other in the hallway, he always looks at you and catches your eyes

- and he flashes a grin

- and you’d just blink ????? like ??? what??? 

- and mingyu would always have his friends around him so even if you wanted to, you don’t really see him during lunch

- maybe bc hes playing basketball or taking a nap on his friend’s lap aka wonwoo

- and one more thing

- one morning, you opened the windows and you found mingyu without a shirt again and zipping his zipper on his jeans

- and you were just frozen

- and he looks up 

- aND FUCKI   NG  SM Irks 

- “good morning, pervert!” 

- “I’M NoT A peRVERT!”

- mingyu would always laugh but never forgets to say good morning and smile

- and every night, when you go to close your window, mingyu’s there to say good night

- never forgetting to flash a smile :’’’((((((((((((((((((

- and the longer you live there, the closer yall get

- like you would be close enough to bump shoulders and scowl at him 

- and he’d just have this goofy smile on his face

- and he’d make deeper conversations with you :’’((( what a good kid

- and the closer you get, mingyu actually doesn’t leave you when he sees his friends when yall arrive at school anymore

- he stays with you instead and talks to you still :’’((((((((

- and he would be the type to swing his arm around your shoulders and ruffle your hair

- and you scowling

- again

- so one night, after a few months of knowing mingyu and living next to him, you heard slow dribbling of a basketball and you just frown and roll around in bed 

- and immediately, you know where and who its from

- kim fck in g m in gyu 

- and you’d just sigh, put a hoodie on, and walk out with slippers

- and you were about to yell at him but then you see his gloomy expression

- and mingyu looks at you when he hears your door close behind you

- and he stops the dribbling

- “oh, hey, Y/N.” 

- you would just frown and be like, “why are you playing basketball? it’s like 12 am mingyu” 

- mingyu would just shrug and start dribbling again 

- you would just look at him with a disapproving look 

- “mingyu, what’s wrong?” 

- mingyu would sigh and mumble, “it’s just… I have a tournament tomorrow.” 

- you would squint, “but you’re really good–” 

- mingyu would frown, “but not good enough.” 

- and you’d walk over to him, “but you’re one of the best players, mingyu.” 

- mingyu would just have this really sad ass face like a dejected puppy– like one that makes you put your hand over your chest and be like nO

- “but what if my best isn’t good enough?” 

- and you’d just stare at mingyu, who stops dribbling and looks at you

- “Y/N, go back to sleep– I just needa take some things outta my head.” 

- “no, you need sleep too mingyu– like you said, you have a tournament tomorrow so you need to sleep too.” 

- mingyu would just try to shoo you away and he’s so sad :((

- and you’d just be like, “mingyu, come on, let’s take a walk then.” 

- after like an hour of him trying to persuade you

- he’d just be like “….. fine” 

- and suddenly you just grab his hand, in which

- he’s shOOK BI c  TCH 

- LIKE SHOOK

- LIKE DISORIENTED MR KRABS

- bc you???? youRE THE FIRST TO MAKE THE SKIN SHIP THIS TIME

- and he’s lowkEY BLUSHING

- by lowkey i mean

- his ears are burning

- and he’s just staring at his hands and yours

- that are laced so warmly and awwwww

- and the hand size

- AWWWWWWW

- and you’d drag him to a local convenience store and like he’s like ???

- “pick your favourite snack– i’m paying. no complaints.” 

- mingyu just nods and blinks with shocked eyes

- and he picks chocolate aww

- and you pay even though he’s like

- “come on…. lemme pay..” 

- “mingyu i told you– no complaints.” 

- and so you walk to the park, holding his hand again

- and sit on the bench with him, watching him open the bar of chocolate 

-  he slowly takes a bite

- and literally it looks like all stress has evaporated from his body lMAO

- and you’re just smiling at him, yawning

- which makes mingyu snap out of it

- “oh… um…” 

- you’d look at him and he’s just sighing

- “sorry about everything– I’m just… so stressed, you know?” 

- you just listen to him rant about basketball 

- “you’ll do so good, mingyu… trust me… i watched you play many times– especially when you dragged me to your practices” 

- and your eyes slowly get heavy because it’s almost 2 am lmao

- and mingyu notices like holy shit 

- “we should… get back,” 

- you nod to mingyu’s words and he’s just like… 

- “let me carry you.” 

- you’d just look at him like ??????????????????????????

- and mingyu suddenly crouches down and looks over at you

 - ”get on, i know you wanted to ever since you met me.” 

- cue you lightly slapping his back before hesitantly getting on his back

- and his warm ass hands grabbing your thighs and you just blushing and hugging his neck

- but you just smile and close your eyes, lying your cheek on his shoulder

- and mingyu just smiles 

- when you get back home, mingyu helps you down and helps you get in your house and awww wait for it

- he tuckS YOU IN 

- BITC H HE TUCKS YOU IN THATS THE CUTEST THING EVER

- and you’re just looking at him with soft eyes

- and mingyus smiling slowly 

- “thanks, y/n…” he’d mumble, looking at you and staring

- you just look at him, “i did nothing.” 

- he smiles, “you gave me warmth.” 

- “warmth?” 

- mingyu blushes and chuckles, shaking his head, watching as you looked at him with sleepy eyes

- “thanks for your words and lending me a…. i dont know, shoulder? what do they call it?” 

- mingyu would then just look confused and cute

- and you’d just chuckle, suddenly sitting up and putting your hand on his shoulder

- he looks at you and blinks when you leaned over and pecked his cheek softly, immediately making his skin burn 

- he looks at you with wide eyes 

- “good night and good luck.” 

- mingyu nods with a red ass face

- “and make sure to… lock my door for me? you know where the spare key is… i lent it to you before when you had to take care of me when i was si–” 

- and mingyu suddenly leans over and kisses your forehead

- “okay. thanks. good night.” 

- he smiles and pats your head softly as you just blushed but smiled

- “good night.” 

You started to move in to my heart, but you never finished. Now I am left with these boxes half unpacked, your possessions scattered within me and I do not know how to get rid of them.
—  you’ve moved on but how can I when I have to take your things with me @breathlesspoe
He obfuscates (Philip x Reader)

Request:Can you do a Philip x reader (burrs daughter)? Or another Jeffersons daughter?

TW: Swearing

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“Yes, father, I’m fine,” you say into the phone.

“I’m just worried about you, (Y/N),” he responds.

You hold the phone between your head and shoulder as you start to unpack one of your boxes. “Relax, dad. I’m fine. Really.”

“I’m just scared that you’re out there now. I can’t protect you anymore.”

You sigh. “I’m not far from home. I’ll come home if I need anything.”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

You hang up the phone and set it on the counter. “Well,” you ask turning to your boyfriend, “are you just going to stand there or help me?”

He laughs and crosses his arms. “You seem to be doing just fine on your own.”

You roll your eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Well, if you say so-”

You hold up a finger. “Uh-uh. Not until these boxes are unpacked.”

He raises his eyebrows. “So, is that a yes?”

“Philip,” you warn.

He mutters a quick apology before helping you unpack.

~~~

Almost four months after moving out, your boyfriend moved in. You didn’t mind, though. You were both old enough to make your own decisions, and you have been dating for about two years. Your dad never knew about your relationship. Neither did Philip’s parents.You fathers were self-proclaimed enemies. Everyone knew that. The two of you figured that it would be best if you kept your relationship a secret. Now that you were living together and even considering marriage, you knew that you had to tell them, but the more you thought about it, the worse the idea seemed. Not only were they going to be mad that you were dating, but you had been dating for years without telling them.

You sit on the couch with your legs swung over one side while your head rests on Philip’s chest as you both shovel Chinese food in your mouth and watch a shitty, direct-to-DVD movie.

“Oh, I needed to tell you: my parents want to meet you,” he suddenly says.

You sit up. “What?!”

“I’m sorry. My dad was asking when he could meet you, and I said that you were really busy, and he said that he would be willing to take the time off, which is amazing because every time my mom tries, she doesn’t even get him to open the door.”

You take a deep breath. “When?”

“Next week?”

You lay back down on him. “Alright.”

He kisses your head. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

~~~

You stand outside Philip’s childhood home. “Philip, I’m nervous.”

He fumbles in his pocket for a key. “Relax, (Y/N). My mom will love you.”

“And your dad?”

He unlocks and opens the door. “Mom, Pops!”

“You never-” you start, but Mrs. Hamilton rushes over to hug her son. “Philip! It’s great to see you again! How have you been? How’s college?”

He chuckles. “I’m fine, ma. Everything is fine. This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).” You take note of how he didn’t mention your last name.

She smiles and engulfs you in the same bone-crushing hug.

You smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hamilton.”

“Please, call me Eliza. Mrs. Hamilton makes me feel so old.” She starts to lead you to the living room where Secretary Hamilton is furiously typing at a laptop, only taking a break when he hears his son enter the room. “Philip!” He exclaims before turning his attention to you. He pauses when he sees you. “Ms. Burr,” he greets through clenched teeth. “Philip, can I speak to you for a minute?”

You give Philip a pleading look and squeeze his hand. “Yeah, Pop.”

You watch as the two men walk into Secretary Hamilton’s office. They shut the door. You try not to cry because of the muffled yelling. “(Y/N), dear, would you mind helping me in the kitchen?” Eliza asks.

You have never been more grateful to cook.

~~~

You sit between Philip and his eldest sister, while Secretary Hamilton sits at the head of the table. They stare daggers at each other, while Eliza, bless her heart, tries to make civil conversation with you. “What are you majoring in?”

“Um, I’m still undecided actually. I’ve been looking into the science field,” you answer.

Secretary Hamilton scoffs, but you ignore him.

“(Y/N/N)’s actually been taking a bunch of classes. Once she chooses a major, she can graduate,” Philip interjects.

His father laughs. “Typical Burr, can’t decide on anything.”

“I’m sorry, Secretary Hamilton, but I haven’t decided on a major because this is what is going to dictate the rest of my life. I don’t have the money, time, or energy to go into a field that I don’t like.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m sure your father has the money.”

“I am capable of providing for myself. I don’t rely on my father for everything.”

“Until someone comes along and says they will.”

“Alexander,” Eliza scolds, “you’re being childish.”

He leans back in his chair. “Why, I’m just trying to get to know our guest better. She’s just like her father, though.”

You laugh and lean closer to him. “I am my own person.”

“Without believes.”

You stand up. “I cannot believe you would say something like that! I have never agreed with my father’s so-called ‘beliefs’. I am capable of forming my own thoughts.”

“(Y/N), please,” Philip pleads.

You and Alexander both ignore him. Secretary Hamilton stands up and bangs his fist on the table. “Oh really? I’m sure you’ve adopted Jefferson’s system of thought. ‘If it’s different from me, then it must die.’?”

“No, I believe that every person, no matter what should be treated as a person, something I think you also believe.”

You can tell he’s taken a bit off guard, but that doesn’t stop him. In the midst of the argument, you don’t notice Eliza ushering the children out of the room with Philip. You only notice that you’re alone when Secretary Hamilton stops yelling.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “You’re nothing like him.”

“You’re just now realizing this?”

“Welcome to the family. I’m sorry we got off to a rocky start.”

You nod and smile. “Thank you.”

~~~

Your boyfriend laughs, while you tell him what happened. “I knew they would like you.”

“Now you just have to meet my dad,” you joke, causing his face to go pale.

Bathroom

Shawn Mendes
Words ~ 2,000-ish
Warnings ~ Some very questionable smut?
Request: Can you write one with Shawn where you live together and it’s really cute and fluffy but at the same time a bit smutty? ~ By
dreamer129
Note ~ Sorry I didn’t go into detail about certain things, but I hope you like it anyway. Also, sorry for the bad ending :D

“Shawn?” I call out into the seemingly empty flat, waiting for Teddy to waddle in before closing the door, shutting away the chilly air. Shawn yelled back a muffled response. I kicked my shoes off while dumping my bag and Ted’s lead on the sofa next to a pile of unpacked boxes and followed the sound of his voice to the bathroom.

A very lovely sight was laid out before me; Shawn stood shirtless in front of the mirror, razor in hand as he swiped away at the white foam covering his face. A smile lit up his face when he saw me through the mirror as I tried to sneak up on him.

“What you doin’?” I asked as I squeezed my arms around his bare waist, leaving a small trail of kisses down the middle of his back. His body was so warm compared to outside, which I was grateful for as he instantly started warming me up.

“I’m shaving.” Shawn chuckled at my sort of stupid question while cleaning off the blade.

“I know, but why are you shaving when you don’t have any hair there?” I teased. He had to stop shaving for a second as he was laughing too hard.

“Aren’t you sassy today.” Shawn shot back, “And maybe I’m doing it because you constantly complain about kissing a carpet.”

I giggled at the thought of having to kiss Shawn’s prickly face again, “On second thought, maybe you should shave.”

“That’s what I thought.”

I watched silently as Shawn finished up what he was doing. The repetitive motion was surprisingly relaxing. Occasionally, he would start humming some random song, only making it harder to stay awake. I could happily stay in this moment for the rest of time.

“We still have to finish unpacking.” And Shawn just ruined the moment with that lovely piece of information. I groaned and reached up on my tip-toes as to rest my chin on his shoulder. He started wiping away at the remaining foam with a towel.

“Can’t you just do it?” I pouted, knowing he was watching through the mirror. Seriously, I already had about five videos to edit and upload this week, the last thing I wanted to think about was all the boxes that we still needed to get through. Also, I just really hated unpacking.

“What do you think I’ve been doing all morning, alone, little Miss ‘Ted needs a walk’!” Shawn chuckled and rolled his eyes as I started pressing kisses against his neck, hoping he would cave again like this morning. Eyes closed, his breaths became shallow as I brushed over the sweet spot at the crook of his neck.

“I could just repay you.” I offered playfully. Shawn’s eyes snapped open when I gently bit the spot.

“Baby…” His voice trailed off as I tugged him closer by the belt loop of his jeans. Shawn eventually gave in and turned around, quickly bringing our lips together. His hands found their way to the back of my legs as he picked me up, flipping us so I was now sitting on the counter next to the sink. I pulled back so I could catch my breath, “I know what you’re doing.”

“Well that’s good, I wouldn’t want to be doing this without your consent.” I joked light-heartedly while my fingers ran over the newly shaved skin, smiling when Shawn caught my hand in his and brought it to his lips. I felt something rough scrape along the back of my hand, “I think you missed a spot.”

Shawn looked at me confused as I squirted some shaving cream into my hands, foaming it up before smothering it over the stray spot of hair on his chin, and maybe some on in other places too.

“Thanks baby.” He laughed and wiped off the foam his nose while I grab the razor. A flash of nerves shot across Shawn’s face, “You know how to do this, right?”

I gave him a very reassuring shrug, “I mean, I shave my legs. This can’t be much different.”

Shawn stayed as still as possible as I ran the razor along the covered area, but he soon loosed up a bit after the second or third swipe. Though I was trying to concentrate, I got a bit distracted as Shawn’s hands moved from my back, slowly traveling south.

“All done.” I smiled happily and kissed his cheek before jumping off the counter. I was about to walk away when Shawn stopped me.

“I love you.” He laughed while rubbing away the foam that ended up on my chin. The way he was looking at me made him look like a little lovesick puppy.

“I love you too.” I escaped his hold before he started kissing me or something worse. Even though I would really love that, but I also really wanted to get in the shower. Not wanting to wait for Shawn to leave, I stripped off my shirt. 

“Wait, what are you doing?” Shawn choked out, his eyes on my shirtless body. I smirked and walked closer to him.

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Fantasy vs. Reality Pt. 2

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1620

Warnings: None, just fluff

AN: This is part 2 to the series, please read part 1 first. Part 1 had such a good feedback that I decided to continue it into a series. I am going to make each chapter an important relationship milestone for them. Hope you like this part and thank you to @jalove-wecallhimdean for helping me with this chapter!

The past month and a half had flown by. You were finally settled into your new job and you had finally unpacked the last box in your new home. Your father was even doing a little better now that you were around, no longer drinking as much and he had made a habit of starting to work on his car again. Things with Dean had been going stronger and better than ever. You had been on nine dates in total, each one better than the last. Life was definitely good and you were truly happy.

You and Dean were taking things slow. He wanted to show you he was serious about you and that he was no longer the king of one nighters. He had more than proved that to you and now you were ready to have the discussion as to what you guys were really doing, you were just nervous to bring it up. There were some days that you still found it hard to believe that this gorgeous man wanted you the way that he did.

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CSSS Gift FF: Breath Marks

A/N: Hi, @kitkattin92! It’s been so lovely to chat with you this past month and I look forward to talking more! :) I hope this hits the spot of small windows into life between the action on screen. 

Thanks go to @justanotherwannabeclassic for the beta!

Summary: Life is lived in the pauses.

Words: 1450 | Rating: PG | a03

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It’s a Wednesday when Killian’s supposed to move in with her. It should be an ordinary day. Or as ordinary as any day can be when it begins with a father making his adult daughter a legion’s worth of pancakes.

(The thought of it pulls at her heart in a way that still surprises her. Even after everything.)

But this is Storybrooke, where the Dark One, an Evil Queen, and a Mr. Hyde are residents, and Emma’s luck has never been that good.

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Don't imagine Naruto and Sasuke...

- Sliding around in their socks on the kitchen floor of their new home on the day they move in.
- Adopting a stray cat and naming him Itachi.
- Slow dancing in the living room when they should be unpacking.
- Leaving little love notes in silly places all over the house for the other to find.
- Revisiting all their old hangouts when they were kids and reminiscing.
- Secretly meeting in their old classroom–specifically Sasuke’s desk–to do the do for the first time in the same place they had their first kiss.
- Arguing over whether they should paint the living room orange or blue and eventually deciding to do two walls in each color.
- Finding old pictures of their parents when they unpack the dusty boxes they found in their attics before they moved.
- Struggling to hang the new curtains over their windows, splashing each other with paint, and rolling around on the new carpet.
- Snuggling together for warmth because the heating system hasn’t been installed yet.
- Making pancakes together and stealing little kisses whenever they can.
- Finding out Itachi the Cat is actually a girl when she gives birth to five healthy, adorable kittens who are named Chidori, Miso, Jiraiya, Mikoto, and Fluffles.
- Getting distracted by said kittens when they should be working.
- Becoming co-Hokage and leading Konoha together.
- Adopting a child who was orphaned during the war and raising them as their own.
- Trying not to cry tears of joy when their kid graduates at the top of his class (thanks to having two amazing dads).
- Just being absolutely and totally in love and adorably domestic and happy and together. Is this too much to ask?!

12.5 (long before rock ‘n’ roll) [bokuto/kuroo]

He looks tired, but not exhausted. The shadows under his eyes are no news, nor is his apocalyptic hair. Koutarou wants to reach out and run his fingers through it, but he’s wanted all sorts of ridiculous shit for no reason at all— there’s no need to want it when he’s always had it, so he doesn’t know why he still wants it. He doesn’t want to know why.

‘Hi,’ Kuroo says.

'I’m going to show you.’


Yesterday in jaywalking: Kuroo Tetsurou’s unpacked boxes, Bokuto Koutarou’s unpacked boxes, and one damn carton of orange juice.

[Part 12.5 of the jaywalkers series]

(cover art by the lovely @soodyo )

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WE TURNED THE SHAME CORNER INTO A PSUEDO OFFICE CORNER! Still haven’t really consolidated the cords situation, but I was able to organize 90% of what was there. This took about a week of working about 30 minutes to an hour every night. I took breaks as soon as I felt that I accomplished a task (bagged all the clothes, sorted the pillows to either donate/keep, unpacked a box or two). As someone who never got rid of *anything* until I was 19, it feels so good to get rid of useless stuff; To have everything feel like it has a purpose. AND I STILL HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF! The battle continues!

The Signs as t̃ͩ̂͆͛̽͒ͩ͒̎ͩ͂̐̐͂̊ͧ͏̸̸̢͘ḩ̛ͪ͒͂ͣ̒̇̃̎ͫ̌̇̂ͣ̐͞eͮ̊̅̾̆ͤ̇ͯ͡ ̶̛ͮ̊̒̊ͪ̊ͥ́ͥͨ̿ͩ͏l̴̽̓̈́͌̽̎̅̏͐̍̃ͧ̅͢ā̷̍̅͋͗ͫ́ͤ̑̐̓̓̚̕͝s̵̷̅ͤ̓ͦ̑͆ͭ̇͛̾ͩͥ̓̆͊̋̊͑̚ţ̶ͭ̎͋̎̃ͯ̓ͦͧ͊͊ͦ̓͗ͦ̆ͯ?̨̀̍ͨ̏͛ͯ͏͟

Aries: You are the comfort of an old stretched out hoodie.

Taurus: You are a turn on. Even though they know you shouldn’t be.

Gemini: You are hunting the guy down seven years later and bashing his knees in with a pipe.

Cancer: You are locked eyes from across the restaurant, and the bashful look away.

Leo: You are an unpacked ikea footrest box being used as a footrest.

Virgo: You are the sound of distant fireworks and wind on a warm autumn evening.

Libra: You are the homemade flamethrower fashioned our of a super-soaker.

Scorpio: You are the kinkiest person at the PTA meeting. 

Ophiuchus: You are the cup of coffee, grown cold.

Sagittarius: You are the self-deprecating joke about mental illness that causes a good 45 seconds of concerned silence.

Capricorn: You are death by suffocating on something hilarious.

Aquarius: You are all of the babies that weren’t named “Quathyryn”

Pisces: You are the poleaxe left unattended on the city bus.

An important distinction between liberals and leftists:

When liberals see the phrase “small government”, they see inevitable chaos, the rich exploiting the poor, and a collapsing population of people in terms of education and prosperity.
When leftists see the phrase “small government”, they argue that private ownership over the means of production isn’t a natural outgrowth of “small government” and they start asking a plethora of questions relating to structures and the nature of capitalism and the state.
Liberals are confined to the bourgeois definitions, to the box that maintains hierarchy and domination, whether they realize it or not.
Leftists unpack that box and think outside of it, actually considering the fact that there’s nothing innate about the labor-capital relationship, that there’s nothing innate about surplus appropriation by a singular and unaccountable entity.

It’s the true distinction between capitalism and socialism, but interestingly enough, for SOME reason, you never hear about that from your average reactionary critic of socialism. Huh.