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a-smol-cosplayer · 2 years

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im back on my ‘contributing to the wednesday/wyler fandom as a whole’ here are some incorrect quotes for y'all :)

Enid: I am SPEECHLESS!!

Wednesday: *narrating*: despite being speechless she managed to lecture me for the next ten minutes

Wednesday: If you had to separate your bees from 49 other identical bees that were all equally excited to see you, how would you determine which bee was yours?

Eugene: I would take my 50 bees home and live like a king

Xavier: who would win a fight, Enid or Tyler?

Wednesday: I cant answer that - Tyler is my boyfriend.

Xavier: so Enid?

Wednesday: definitely

Yoko: I hate going into the kitchen only to realise im the only snack in the house.

Tyler: *drops keys*

Tyler: you’ve got to be key-ding me

Enid: MURDER IS NEVER THE ANSWER!!

Tyler: Of course not! Murder is the question

Wednesday: And the answer is always.

Bianca: All of you are wrong. The answer was 12. This is why you all failed.

Wednesday: I would be the worst PR manager ever. My client would be like ‘there are rumours going around that I’m gay and a satanist’ and I would just be like ‘haha awesome!’

Eugene: drug dealer? No, hug dealer! Come here

Ajax: anyone would be lucky to date me, I was called ‘a pleasure to have in class’ when I was in primary school

Wednesday: in my defence I was left unsupervised

Enid: weren’t you with Thing??

Thing: In my defence I was also left unsupervised

Wednesday: idiotsaywhat

Enid: pardon?

Tyler: sorry?

Bianca: excuse me?

Xavier: what?!?!?

Enid: Yoko! Did u know that there is a rumour that you are gay!

Yoko: rumour!?!?! a RUMOUR!?!? U mean people are doubting it!?

Enid: can you turn the lights on?

Ajax: I don’t need to, you’re the only light I need in my life.

Enid: Ajax please I cant see.

Eugene: I’m a genius, I finished this lego set in 3 days!

Wednesday: so?

Eugene: The box says from 4-7 years

Wednesday: we’re so in sync, it’s like we finish each others-

Enid: homework

Wednesday: huh?

Enid, sliding her maths work over in tears: please

Enid: you were so drunk at the party last night

Tyler: no I wasn’t

Enid: actually you were

Enid: you called a taxi to take you home

Tyler: so? Thats responsible, I didn’t want to put anyone in danger by drinking and driving

Enid: the party was at your house, Tyler...

Enid: if a plant is sad, do other plants photo-sympathise with it?

Yoko: I chlorofeel you man

Bianca, tired as hell at 3am: are you guys fucking serious?

Enid: I have a boyfriend now

Wednesday trying to be encouraging: a boyfriend?

Enid: *reflexively does a panicked peace sign*

Wednesday: TWO boyfriends!?!?

Bianca: do you have any chicken or pork?

Waitress: no, but we have beef

Bianca: oh, WE have beef, huh? You really wanna fight? Alright, let’s do this. Kent, hold my breadsticks.

Enid: I changed all of my passwords to ‘incorrect’ so whenever I forget it, it will tell me, ‘your password is incorrect.’

Yoko: genius

Wednesday, already hacking into all her info: dumbass

Tyler: I just hid Wednesdays typewriter so she would hang out with us… how long do you think I have left to live?

Enid: 10

Tyler: 10 what?

Enid: 9

Enid at 3am at a sleepover: how do tall people sleep? Wouldn’t their feet go right past the blanket?

Tyler: Enid it’s 3 in the morning

Enid: you can’t sleep?

Tyler: …

Enid: is it the blanket?

Tyler: Awe look at you Wednesday, getting romantic with all these candles

Wednesday: first of all, I’m summoning a demon

Enid: *stabbing air between Wednesday and Bianca with a butter knife*

Wednesday: what are you doing?

Enid: trying to cut the angry tension between you two

Enid: it isn’t working

Tyler: I haven’t been this happy since-

Tyler:

Tyler: oh, wow. I’ve never been this happy!

Tyler: huh!

Tyler: that’s bad!

Tyler: I really wish you would just own up to it when you make a mistake

Wednesday, calmly stirring her coffee: I prEFER it with salt

Xavier: *hugs Wednesday*

Wednesday: what are you doing?

Xavier: appreciating the little things in life

Wednesday: bitch

*playing scrabble*

Enid: I will put down my ‘A’ to spell ‘A’

Tyler: I will put down my ’T’ to make ‘AT’

Wednesday: and I will add onto your ‘AT’ to make ‘BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC’

Enid: *flips board*

Wednesday: What if I pour coffee into my cereal instead of milk?

Tyler, taking the coffee pot as he walks by: what if you don’t.

Yoko: Wednesday, someone dropped your manuscript

Wednesday: are you joking? That manuscript is my best friend and I will straight up ASSASSINATE-

Yoko: it was Enid

Wednesday: of course she did never mind then.

Enid: truth or dare?

Wednesday: truth

Enid: how many hours have you slept this week?

Wednesday: uhh, dare

Enid: I dare you to go to sleep

Wednesday: I don’t like this game

Tyler: Wednesday Addams could slap me in the face and I’d say thank you

Xavier: i’d say thank you too

Bianca: theres a monster underneath my bed and its really ugly

Kent, on the bottom bunk: honestly, fuck you

Enid: a Z is just a sideways N

Wednesday, trying to concentrate: can you shut up?

Enid: zo

Enid: what are you guys doing?

Kent, Yoko and Ajax: *taking a quiz to see what kind of dog breed they are*

Yoko: important stuff

[after the gates mansion gets cleared]

Wednesday: Nothing good will ever happen to me again!

[twelve seconds later]

Wednesday: so far my theory has been confirmed.

Wednesday: Tyler annoyed me today so I told him that I can’t wait to see what he has planned for my birthday tomorrow.

Enid: but it isn’t your birthday tomorrow.

Wednesday: But there is something special about watching the colour leave his face as the panic takes over

Enid: you were supposed to do something about the rat in your locket

Ajax: I did

Ajax: I named him fluffy. He likes coco pops.

Wednesday: my boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss. What should I do?

Bianca: Punch him in the stomach so he doubles over then kiss him.

Enid: tackle him

Yoko: kick him in the shins

Tyler: just ask me to lean down?!?!?

Tyler: why would you give a knife to a child?

Wednesday: Enid felt unsafe

Tyler: now I feel unsafe

Wednesday: I’m sorry...

Wednesday: Would u like a knife?

Ajax: you’re up early

Literally everyone: ......

Ajax: you never went to sleep did u?

Tyler: my criminal record? The only illegal thing I’ve done is absolutely killing it on the dance floor

Tyler: hahaha just kidding, I’ve killed a man

Enid: why are you smiling?

Wednesday: what? Can’t I just be happy?

Bianca: Xavier tripped down the stairs

Enid and Tyler: You will have a hard time believing this because it never happens but it was a mistake we swear—

Wednesday: A MISTAKE?!? *gestures to the table that is on fire*

Bianca: Have you ever been scolded by Enid?

Wednesday: Im not scared of her

Bianca: So thats a no

Wednesday *doing something risky* : I am going to do this and not you or god himself can stop me

Tyler: *Starts typing on his phone*

Wednesday:

Wednesday: ..Tyler

Tyler:

Wednesday:

Wednesday: *panicking* Tyler what are you doing?!? What have you done?!?!

Tyler:

Enid: *bursting through the door* wedNESDAY ADDAMS DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL--

this ended up being way to long congrats to anyone that made it in the end

#subtly pushes my enid and Tyler being besties agenda #and my wyler agenda #I promise I will do a more Xavier friendly one at some point I am just on my 'wow wednesday treated him hella bad the whole show' brainwave #like my dude didn't deserve this #ALSO #pushing my ajax agenda #cause I love him #and lowkey my enid/ajax agenda #and my Tyler apologist agenda #yeah this post is biased as hell #however I tried to put some subtle wenclair in there as well for yall #bc I am really a rarepair/unpopular opinion fan in this fanbase lol #but most of them are kinda neutral besties vibes #anyways here are the actual tags #wednesday #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #enid sinclair #Eugene (I dont know his last name)#eugene #bianca belair #xavier thorpe #ajax petropolus #yokokawa naotaka #I think thats her #wyler #bc I love them #I won't tag wenclair but I promise if u squint its in there #wednesday netflix #okay I think thats it

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wenellyb · 3 years

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I saw what you said about the Mackie situation not being black and white and I completely agree. There were parts of his statement that made me as a queer person uncomfortable however I don’t think he’s homophobic nor do I think that this is even as big a deal as anyone is making it out to be.

It frustrates me that people can’t understand that I can say “I think there were parts of his statement that were slightly hurtful/tone deaf” and also say “I don’t think Anthony Mackie is a bad person” at the same time.

Honestly I feel like if we all collectively decided to stop talking about it, it would be infinitely better than whatever the fuck is going on the Sambucky tag.

Yes, you are right,

I'm staying away from this whole mess as much as I can because there seems to be only 2 sides and everyone is mixing everything up, thinking that this is a shipping issue only and that it's a problem for Sambucky shippers... And I hope people realize that this is not the discussion here, even though some people want to make it about the shipping.

Just to clear things up, about the shipping part, first of all, the Variety interviewer mixed up some parts, and put whatever they wanted in the written interview, but even if Anthony had said that didn't see Sambucky as romantic or anything, it would be his right... He's an actor, he has his script, he's not responsible for what was written in the script...I hate people making it about shipping and saying that actors should always give vague answers when talking about ships so people can keep their hopes up and use their imagination.

But I also know from experience in other fandoms that if Anthony had given a vague reply about Sambucky some people would have complained that it was queerbaiting. There is no winning with the fandom so let's stop trying to frame this as a Sambucky ship issue I'm tired of people trying to frame this whole story as a shipping issue:

- Oh Anthony doesn't support Sambucky, our ship is dead

- And I'm also tired of people pretending that the accusations/comments are just from jaded Sambucky shippers who are mad because Anthony didn't say what they wanted to hear about the ship.

I will not be talking about the shipping part and I feel like the people who are focusing on the Sambucky part are completely missing the point.

Can we just talked about what happened? Yes, he was clumsy in some of the wording, but I saw nothing in that interview indicating that Anthony was homophobic.

But it doesn't mean that some of his sentences weren't rooted in homophobia...( I don't know how to phrase this so I hooe you understand).

And I don't understand why it is so hard for people to acknowledge it without villainizing him-

Whether we like it or not, we live in homophobic societies, and Anthony himself has acknowledging that he was brought up in communities where homophobia was present and he did a lot of growing and learning.

And sometimes he can use the wrong word, or sentence... It's not just Anthony, it's literally anybody on the whole planet..

A lot of people have internalized homophobia, and Anthony is one of the rare Hollywood male actors who has acknoweldeged it, and worked on it and he showed his support the LGBT community on many occasions.

And yes, clumsiness, mistakes and wrong words happen, but the correct behavior isn't behaving like nothing happened.

But NO... People want to make 2 teams, and 2 teams only...

1. Anthony is homophobic

2. Anthony did nothing wrong

Yeah well, none of that is true and acknowledging it POLITELY and without insluting and throwing slurs is possible. I mean it should be possible... but some people don't seem to understand that.

People know full well that what Anthony saying about fandoms wasn't homophobic, the discussion of the toxicity in some fandom circles is an ongoing one is spot on.

But on the other side, people know full well that even though what he said wasn't homophobic, and we could understand the general idea, he didn't word things perfectly and was mixing stuff and I don't like it when they pretend they don't understand why some people were hurt by what Anthony said...

Also, when you say something similar to "guys can't be close anymore or hang out at a bar together without being seen as gay" you make it sound like being seen as gay is a problem... And it seems inoffensive but in reality, the implications can be hurtful...

I have absolutely no interest in taking part in a debate where people are just stating stuff and not interested in having a discussion.

And honeslty I am 100% in the Anthony Mackie defence team because people on the internet do not know how to raise an issue without being rude or insulting, which is why I will support him when needed, but I'm also not here to pretend that I don't understand why some people are genuinely upset and that the people who are genuinely upset are not just shippers upset about the ship.

(And of course there are shippers upset about the ship but I cannot do anything for them)

I need other people to stop missing the point on purpose or unintenionally and pretend the discussion about homophobia is unfounded. But it's complicated because some people have been waiting for the moment a Balck actor missteps so that they can be racist in peace.

Tumblr is the worst place to engage in any discussion because 90% of the users are already on their high horses and have chosen the position they will have until the end of the debate.

I hate doing that... I enter the debate, learn new information, adapt and change my mind if I need to.. .Like at the beginning, I read the interview but I didn't know that there was also a podcast, and that some of Anthony's answers during the podcast had been misplaced, so I took that information account as well.

Why do we always have to have firm positions...

The only thing that I'm very cautious about is that Anthony is a Black man and the fandom and the Internet in general have a tendency to be harsher with Black men than with their White counterparts...

People who have never supported Anthony is the first place come and insult him and everything, but don't even try to go deeper and actually read the article or try to learn more?

And that also explain why some of the people defending Anthony are more defensive (me included) because when the racists come into the equation it becomea just awful... And that's why Anthony needs a strong support system in the fandom.

If there hadn't been people pushing back and supporting Anthony, you can be sure that what you would have seen in the Sambucky tag would have been 10 times worse and Anthony would have been the target of all that.

The other 3 posts I have made on the topic, more of less saying the same thing that this wasn't the best time to discuss this... when evryone was talking in the heat of the moment.

HERE HERE and HERE

I'm so sorry I was tired while writing this, so if some parts don't make sense let me know and I will explain it better, I just wanted to reply to you today.

#anthony mackie #sam wilson #asks #Maybe I'll edit this later if I find to many mistakes😣

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monstrousproductions · 3 years

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Wimsey 10 (gaudy nights)

This was more a Harriet Vane novel than a wimsey novel. enjoyed seeing more of harriet's personality away from peter (though he was on her mind A Lot)

Not to be all "these unmarried academic women in the 1930s have to be gay" but some of them were pretty gay. especially harriet for the one that several times reminded her of wimsey. And harriet at some point admiring another woman's shoulder muscles as she rows...

love harriet dreaming about Wimsey and rationalising it as her subconscious being in an unhappy state but also being upset that she was annoyed she woke up and the dream stopped. She really is trying the Hardest through most of this book to not be in love with peter .

many, many mentions of peter wimsey's beautiful hands

the whole "teaching self defence" scene + the fuking dog collar also for protection, Peter youre so weird. also if these two didnt have kinks before...

Did Not expect the eugenics, even more eugenics mentions than Sherlock Holmes mentions, not ideal, made it a bit harder to enjoy

ohhh gaudy niiiight!! if you finish busman's honeymoon, you've outstripped me - i didn't get to the end of that one, but id love to hear what you think of it!

there are SO many lesbians in that book lets be real. STEVE?? STEVE THE BURSAR?? big lesbian energy and i love it.

goddd the dog collar haha that bit had me absolutely dying lol

yes the eugenics stuff is blegh, i suppose the balancing note is that the Correct Opinion Haver characters (peter, harriet, the dean etc) dont agree with the eugenicist. i think its important as well to understand that history wasn't just "everyone in the goodie countries disagreed totally with what nazi germany was doing", you know?

otherwise i mean... *god* that book invented romance <3 punting! ducks! placetne, magistra!! my heart has never known peace since that moment

#sometimes this is a short king detective blog

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dutifullybitchypeach · 4 years

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ACOSF FINAL THOUGHTS. 3/5

It was good. But it could have been EPIC. I think I got caught up in the hype and should have remained blissfully ignorant. Loved Nestas journey and her finding happiness. WELL DESERVED.

However lots of loose threads, ignored angst, rushed ending, pregnancy plot overshaowed a lot - 2 chapters wasted!

It was Nestas book with Cassians POV to balance. It was interesting to read how skewed, almost backwards it was the way Nesta saw things. Like the IC behaviour/comments at times to her was counter acted then with Cassians interpretation. Really showed her low her self esteem was.

I know it's Nesta letting go and being happy with herself and I believe SJM wrote it this way to be deliberately CLEAR that the IC are NOT perfect and are 100% capable of being total pricks. BUT that they are not held accountable for their actions the same way Nesta is, was frustrating. Cold hard facts: Nesta never murdered/stole/lied/tortured/assaulted anyone. She was a bum and a drunk who spewed hurtful shite. An angry bitch. However the only thing she ever wilfully killed was the King of Hyburn at the NC's request. The level of disgust from Amren/Rhys/Mor directed at Nesta in the beginning was uncomfortable to read and didn't sit well with me.

I'll have to read it again but I was not satisfied . Nestas character arc started half way through ACOWAR. She stepped up when they needed her to.

Feyre agreeing despite her experience in Spring was a step backwards for me. Then again it's exactly what Nesta needed. Cruel to be kind. And Feyre had Nestas back repeatedly throughout the narrative.

Loved Nestas story all of it, training, friendships, self love, etc etc. Gwyn and Emerie ❤ All epic. And she's well...more interesting! Detail on Cassian killing all those monsters, scene in the big, wow so good.

Feysand overkill or perhaps Rhys overkill. Sorry SJM but you need to pull back.

Nessian happened the way I thought it would. That Cassian isn't perfect is normal. His heart is Nestas, it's pretty clear. Smut scenes, I've read better sorry !!! Intensity was not the same as previous books. More sexy and less crude for me. Missed Cassians swagger but I guess we are in his head, and he's a big cuddly insecure bear. With a big d**k.

More thoughts (in my humble opinion).

Feysand pregnancy DRAMA. Unnecessary. Keep it, just don't let it happen the way it did. I've already said I thought the sacrifice should have been for Gywn/Emerie and there is a simple tie in IMO (see previous posts). Or perhaps Cassian actually stabbing himself rather than hurting Nesta with the Queen. But I get SJM and 'losing' her power, that much power just undermines the remaining plot for next few books. Nesta could just blast them all to hell. And she stole it in anger and has let it go with love. Growth! She is clearly still hella powerful. We don't know the half of it.

For me the above was the most irritating. The ending squeezed in. And I like Feysand. But Nesta healing with Feyre needn't have been so convoluted. Or drastic. More private, perhaps a real angsty, tense conversation and confession. They didn't discuss anything.

The last few chapters too much went on...important moments; first females to win The Rite, sidelined. Accepting the mating bond, sidelined. WTF is Nestas power now, sidelined. Queen dead, sidelined. An ILLYRANIAN FEMALE KICKING ASS sidelined. I mean Christ that was Cassians goal! And nothing. NOTHING. Not even a handshake.

Rhys. It was plain uncomfortable. But someone mentioned SJM deliberately wrote Rhys that way for this book and that's true. In the Feyre POV she mentions "two mates" the reasonable one and the asshole so that, I think, is telling. He's def more HL and pulls rank in this book with everyone.

Rhys clearly witnesses Nestas trauma from her nightmare but there is no recognition with Nesta. Not a peep. Yet he clearly feels massive regret. Is that for our benefit, the readers? That at least we know. Don't hate on Rhys. (I like Rhys btw)

I'd have liked a full circle scene where they are back in THAT sitting room admiring baby Nyx and Nesta just says a few things. Cooly and calmly. She's happy they intervened, but for all their wisdom and years of living it left a lot to be desired. Nothing too crazy, just a few delivered lines, Nesta style.

Felt Nesta lost a little of her fire. But maybe you see it more from the others POV. Though they always provoked her and it was a defence mechanism. And she was a bitch at times. With others outside the IC it's clear she is not like that. Make what you will of that.

I know SJM doesn't like to over detail things but a moment with Feyre/Nyx/Nesta alone would have been nice.

The sisters never meeting Gwyn or Emerie. A scene like that would have been powerful.

Amren is as Mor rightly said is a "cranky old bastard". And "Welcome back to the Night Court Nesta Archeron" screamed, now that you've scrubbed up love come on home. I don't know. Amren was clearly done with Nesta she was the one that stood by her the most and got sick shit of her. All Amren can command is respect now and Nesta really wanted hers, possibly the most.

Can I make a point about people harping on about slut shaming. Amren made one catty observation, that Nesta would ride almost anything. No other character mentioned it. Not one. And Nesta enjoyed her bed partners, she refers to some of it (threesome!). There was zero shame. And SJM hates slut shaming. So stop. It's not a thing.

I'm nitpicking but there was a lot of hurt just left off. Perhaps that was the point. SJM was like, fuck it, Nesta doesn't want to feel that anger or resentment anymore she wants to live and be happy. She's found inner peace with herself and those that matter most. Me wanting justification for how they treated her at timea is not the point!!! Lol.

The painting, that stood out for me in ACOFAS. It hurt to read it. Maybe Feyre had nothing to paint of Nesta. They didn't talk. Share thoughts. I think Feyre asking Nesta herself to show her memories of The Rite so she could paint it would have had more impact. But it read very plainly like now you've earned your spot here...or I like you now or something. She was deliberately not there, perhaps until she wanted to be. Or finally accepted and embraced life with the IC. It was an unnecessary detail that just fueled the Feysand halo (again I like Feysand).

Nesta made those weapons therefore they are hers. Amren is power hungry. Rhys seems happy to hand them over. High King drama, I can see it. It could happen.

It's clear that Nesta didn't want to leave the NC, therefore she had to fall in. People have a problem with 'who's boss' but we've only ever had court dynamics from Rhys/Feyre POV. And they are the top dogs in the NC. We are going to have to get used of seeing Feysand make decisions from the outside. It's THEIR court. And to be fair, Feyre always had Nestas back.

And yes I believe you always have a choice with Rhys. I know some scoff at that.

Rhys kneeling to Nesta further proves our gal is a Queen. Feyre is the only one he's ever bowed to. SJM gave us that moment for Nesta and we will have to be content despite he's questionable aggressive behaviour. He clearly has issues with family given his past.

Enjoyed seeing a bit of Elaine. Finally. And Nesta delivered some home truths! Elaine needs to find some backbone. Really looking forward to her story. Go mad SJM!

Feysand POV should have been the fallout of Rhys keeping baby drama from Feyre. Now THAT I would want to hear. And perhaps Feyre saying to Nesta I'm "secretly glad you told me".

Eris I always found super interesting. It's clear to me he knows Mor is gay. Him helping her would have meant she was trapped in the AC. 'Rejecting her' allowed Rhys and Co to save her and to have freedom. She screwed him by keeping it secret. His arc will be with Lucien I think.

Az and Elaine not for me. Sorry. I'd like Lucien to find some happiness. I've spoken of this before see other posts. Az tortures people for a living, he has serious issues.

I've already spoken about Mor....remember her lol. Where is she! Ha! Actions speak louder than words with Mor. Winnow please my mate is being a dick, teach me to dance, dress shopping. But I guess she's Feyres friend, Nesta has hers. Nesta feeling ashamed as to how she treated Mor, will be interesting to see how Mor feels about that oul time when I was such a hypocrite, lol, what I really meant was....

There are 2 more books and a novella so who knows. Nessian ain't over.

Going to look forward to the fanfiction!

Thanks SJM.

#acosf spoilers #nesta archeron #nessian #a court of silver flames #elriel #feysand #sarah j maas #sjm #lucien vanserra #elucien #azriel

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dickspeightjrs · 4 years

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Show Me How Big Your Brave Is (au / 4.8k words)

Prompt 17 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @eccentriccas

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It stared at Dean from the fridge, tacked up by a Stanford University magnet gifted to Dean by his brother, Sam.

He’d known his high school reunion was coming up at some point but seeing it embossed in gold lettering created a pit in his stomach.

High school wasn’t the best time for Dean for a few reasons. First, his dad had died in freshman year, which Dean had had mixed feelings about if he was honest. He was mostly concerned about his mother. She didn’t take it well. And then there was-

Dean was torn from his stare down with the invitation by the door bell. He trudged over to answer it. His best friend, Charlie, came bounding in with all the energy of a labrador puppy.

“Hey, friend!” She exclaimed, pulling Dean into a tight hug. “Are you ready for our movie night?”

Dean let himself be infected with Charlie’s excited energy. “Of course, dude! Give me superheroes in spandex already.” He laughed.

“You go set up the first movie and I’ll put the beers in the fridge, okay?” Charlie instructed.

“Sounds good, Bradbury.”

Dean lucked out when he’d met Charlie. They’d been assigned as roommates in college. There had been a mix up with the room allocations. Dean had been a little confused when he’d turned from his boxes to find a tiny red-head standing in the doorway of his dorm.

Charlie had taken a step into the room, let her backpack fall to the floor, and said, “Don’t even think about trying anything. I’m gay as the day is long and I’m not afraid to punch a guy back into his place.” Dean hadn’t known how to reply so he’d just nodded and silently gone back to unpacking his things.

It was when Charlie had put up a Star Wars poster above her bed that Dean knew he was about to make a best friend.

“Ooh what’s this?” Charlie’s voice came from the kitchen.

Crap. Charlie had probably found the invite. He should have hidden it when he had the chance. He sighed and moved into the kitchen.

Charlie had an extremely mischievous grin on her face, and that was saying something for her.

“When were you going to tell me about this?” Charlie asked.

“Urm, never?” Dean mumbled, reaching to snatch the paper out of Charlie’s hand.

But Charlie was too quick and dodged Dean’s grasp.

“Come on Dean. You have to go!” Charlie implored. “It’ll be fun!”

Dean gave his friend an unimpressed look. “Charlie you know how much I hated high school.”

Charlie’s face softened. “I know, it sucks that you got outed before you were ready. No one deserves that. But, it’s been ten years. Things have changed.”

“You don’t know the people I went to high school with.” Dean scoffed.

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Stop being dramatic, you nerd.”

“Dramatic or not, I ain’t going.” Dean plucked the invite out of Charlie’s hand and tore it in two.

Charlie stuck her tongue out at him. “Party pooper.”

* * *

A few hours later, Dean and Charlie were deep into their annual ‘NerdFest’ movie night.

“I swear, if I didn’t bat for the best team, I’d be so down for a bit of Black Wing.” Charlie mumbled around a mouth full of popcorn.

Dean couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Aside from Captain America (because, hello Chris Evans!), Black Wing was Dean’s favourite superhero. But he’d only appeared in ensemble movies. There had been rumours of him getting his own solo movie after fans online had campaigned for it but nothing ever seemed to come of it. The guy who played him seemed to just drop off the map.

Shame, Dean thought as he watched Black Wing kick ass on-screen, that dude was hot!

“Take someone like that to your high school reunion and it would make those dicks’ jaws drop.”

“Drop it, Charlie.” Dean groaned, glaring at the red-head.

“Just saying. Get a hot date and you’ll win the game of life in their eyes.” Charlie raised her hands in defence.

“Noted. Let’s move on.”

“Fine.” Charlie pouted.

Dean nodded and turned back to watch the screen, content that the subject had been dropped.

“OH MY GOD!”

Dean jumped out of his skin, sending popcorn flying through the air. “What the hell, Bradbury?” He exclaimed.

Charlie started excitedly slapping Dean on the arm. “I have the best idea.” She practically squealed. “Put an ad up on Craigslist for a hot date.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “No fucking way. Never happening. Now stop.”

“But-”

“No!”

Charlie sulked for the next half an hour, all through the iconic fight scene with Black Wing and his fellow team of superheroes. She stopped eventually after Dean offered her a piece of pie as a peace offering.

* * *

After a couple more movies, Charlie had to leave. Apparently, being an adult meant that you can’t just spend all night watching with your best friend anymore - who knew? So with a ‘see ya later bitch’, Charlie was gone.

Dean felt the aches from being sat on the couch for hours and he was looking forward to laying out on his bed for a good night’s sleep.

He sighed to himself and tidied up the last remains of the movie snacks. He was ready for sleep but he had to work early in the morning and he wouldn’t have time to clean up before he left.

Shuffling into the kitchen to put the rubbish in the trash, Dean spotted his reunion invite where he left it on the counter. Except, it wasn’t ripped in two like he’d left it. It had ‘mysteriously’ been taped back together. He dragged a tired hand down his face in exasperation. Charlie just didn’t know when to quit. She was the bratty little sister he never wanted.

He plonked himself down on the chair at the counter and stared at the white paper for a few moments.

Fuck it!

Charlie was right (though he’d never admit it to her face). He was determined to prove to the assholes he went to school with that the shit they threw at him didn’t stick. It didn’t matter that Dean didn’t really believe it to be the truth,’ fake it til ya make it’ as they say.

Before he could chicken out, Dean had Craigslist opened up on his phone. Thinking back to Charlie’s suggestion earlier, Dean decided against asking specifically for a ‘hot’ guy. He dreaded to think what kind of douchebags that would answer the ad proclaiming themselves to be an adonis.

And, despite knowing since he was young that he was bisexual, he decided to aim the ad towards guys. His few relationships with women had never worked out. Even though this was all going to be fake, Dean would like to be able to at least get on with the person.

In the end, he decided on a short and simple ad:

‘Hi, I’m Dean (28M) looking for a guy to take as my date to my stupid high school reunion next Saturday. Message if interested (no weirdos)’

He posted the ad and then spotted the time at the top of the screen.

Midnight. Shit.

He closed the website and dashed upstairs as fast as his tired legs could carry him.

* * *

The next morning, Dean got woken up by the feel of sunlight shining on his face. He must have forgotten to shut the curtains before he passed out last night.

His blood ran cold when he realised that the sun shining on his face meant only one thing. He was late for work. He scrambled around looking for his phone to check the time but it was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, it came to him. He must have left his phone on the counter in the kitchen, meaning he didn’t hear his alarms going off.

He cursed himself and sped to get ready. Quickly sniffing a shirt to check it was okay to wear, he got dressed and raced downstairs. Sure enough, his phone was sat on the table where he'd sat the night before.

When he picked it up he found that it had also run out of battery overnight.

Great. As if this day couldn’t get any worse.

Forgetting all else on his mind, Dean grabbed his phone and dash out of the front door.

* * *

The ad remained forgotten until a few days later.

Dean was just about to sit down and relax with a beer when his phone lit up with a notification. He put his beer down on a coaster to check it out.

It was a message from Craigslist telling him someone has been trying to contact him about his ad.

Dean’s eyes went wide. He’d completely forgotten about the ad for a date after being late for work and being chewed out by his boss. He couldn't believe someone had actually responded. He looked at the date for the first message. This guy had contacted him like an hour after he’d posted the ad.

He opened the message.

(01:28) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: Hello. I saw your ad for a date to your reunion. It says I’m only 10 miles from your location. I’m interested in helping you out. Are you still in need of assistance?

(10:11) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I assume, as you haven’t replied, that you’ve decided to go with someone else for your date.

(11:20) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: On second thought, this ad was probably a joke. Please ignore my messages.

Wow. This dude talked funny. And reading that last message, Dean felt a little sorry for the guy too. He seemed lonely. But beggars can’t be choosers, so Dean prepared to reply.

As he went to type, he noticed the guy’s username and smiled to himself.

(19:37) impala67 says: don’t worry dude! the position as my date is still open. you’re the only one who has responded.

PS. I like your username. you a Black Wing fan too?

The reply was almost immediate.

(19:41) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: Okay. What information do you need from me?

PS. You could say so.

‘You could say so’? Was this guy purposefully trying to be mysterious? Either way, Dean was intrigued.

(19:45) impala67 says: idk dude, just the basics I guess. how old u are, what u look like

(19:53) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I’m 30 years old. I have blue eyes and dark hair. I’m 6 feet tall. Anything else?

Dean hummed to himself. The guy sounded pretty average, which was okay with him.

(19:55) impala67 says: nah, that’s awesome dude. anything you want to know?

(19:58) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I suppose it would be nice to know what you look like too. Also, if you don’t mind me prying, I wondered why you need to have a date for a school reunion. And why have you turned to Craigslist to find it?

Dean was set aback by this guy’s forwardness. But, he did have a right to know what he was getting into Dean supposed.

(20:05) impala67 says: you already know I’m 28. I have green eyes. sort of light brown hair and i’m around 6’2”. as for the other shit. high school was a shit show. I’ve always been a bit nerdy i guess. people didn’t like it. then I realised I’m bi (hope that’s not a deal break btw). tried asking this guy out senior year. got outed to the whole school. got a lot of shit for it.

(20:11) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I’m sorry to hear that happened to you. No one deserves that. Why do you want to go back? No one would blame you for leaving and never going back. (Again, if you don’t mind me asking.)

Dean blinked at the screen. His forgotten beer was getting warm but he was fascinated by this guy. He seemed genuine and Dean felt himself wanting to share the darkest parts of himself with a complete stranger. He sighed and typed.

(20:20) impala67 says: I guess I want to prove to those assholes that the things they said didn’t affect my life. even tho that’s not always the truth. I still struggle to accept myself i guess.

Dean chewed his lip, debating whether to include that last line or not. But, hey, he was asking this dude to be his date, the least he could do was be honest with him. He pressed send.

Blue Eyes didn’t reply instantly this time and it made Dean nervous. He wished he could take back the last bit of the message.

After a few anxious moments, Blue Eyes still hadn’t replied so Dean gave up, figuring he’d scared the guy away. He cursed himself and moved to put his Doctor Sexy DVDs into the player. He’d never admit it to anyone, not even Charlie, but Doctor Sexy was his comfort show. It provided him with a much needed distraction.

A couple hours later, Dean was beginning to doze. The extra few beers he’d had cushioned him into a deep sleep.

When he woke, surrounded by darkness with only the DVD menu playing to no one lighting the room, Dean rubbed his face tiredly and went to check his phone for the time.

Instead of looking at the clock, Dean’s eyes were distracted by the Craigslist notification. Blue Eyes had messaged him back! Feeling a little foolish that he’d reacted too quickly before, Dean opened the message.

(23:23) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: You’re incredibly brave, Dean. Not many people would be able to do what you’re doing.

Dean blushed in the darkness. Why were a random internet dude’s words affecting him so much? He didn’t really know what to say in response so he just sent a quick ‘thank you, dude.’

* * *

Over the next few days leading up to the reunion, Dean carried on messaging Blue Eyes just to get to know him a little more. Turns out the dude is dorky as hell. And, despite the original impression he gave with the Black Wing username, the guy didn’t understand any of Dean’s other references.

It had occurred to him after they’d been messaging for a while that Dean still didn’t know his name.

When he confronted Blue Eyes about it, the man had taken a while to respond again and answered only with ‘I’d rather not disclose my full name at this time. But, you can call me C.’

Dean had been a little skeptical of the guy’s response at first. But then, he figured the worst case scenario was the guy turned out to be a catfish and Dean would just blow off the reunion altogether and go get drunk. And he couldn’t blame the guy for not wanting to give out personal details over Craigslist.

The day before the reunion, they agreed it was probably best to meet somewhere a couple hours before so they had time to get to know each other in person and iron out the final details they’d need to know about each other.

* * *

Dean sat in the coffee shop they’d agreed to meet at (public and easy to escape if things went south). He tried to stop his leg from trembling under the table.

He was nervous for a couple of reasons. The obvious: this guy could turn out to be a creepy old dude stalking men on the internet. And the less obvious but more surprising to Dean: he actually wanted this to go well. Without even knowing what he looked like, Dean had found himself beginning to like the guy. Even if he wasn’t attracted to him when he finally saw Blue Eyes, Dean would be cool with being friends with him.

His eyes were following the patterns in the wood on the table top when a deep voice came from above him.

“Dean?” It asked, with nervous uncertainty.

Dean swallowed and looked up to the source of the voice and-

Holy shit!

It was him! It was the Black Wing!

What was the guy’s name? Cas- something? Castile? Casteel? Castiel! That was it!

Holy fucking shit! This couldn’t be happening.

Dean realised he’d been staring wide-eyed during his internal freak out and Blue Eyes, Castiel, was stood looking as nervous as Dean had felt before the surprise adrenaline took over his body.

“Sorry, dude. Please sit down.” Dean gestured to the chair opposite him. He wiped his hands on his jeans, nerves starting to take over once again.

Neither man spoke for a few moments.

“So I-” Castiel began.

“I don’t-” Dean spoke too.

Both men chuckled. “You go,” Dean told Castiel.

Castiel smiled softly, “I suppose, from your reaction, you know who I am.”

Dean blushed. “Yeah. For what it’s worth, I’m a big fan.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

Now Castiel blushed, “Thank you, Dean.” His expression turned serious. “I hope you understand now why I didn’t give you my full name while we spoke online.”

“Yeah, of course, dude. Don’t want any crazies hunting you down.” Dean chuckled.

Castiel chuckled with him. “Yes, something like that.”

“So, um, before we get into the details for later, I was wondering if I could ask you a question?”

“Of course, Dean. You were honest with me, it’s only fair I return the favour.” Castiel smiled.

“It’s only because I watched one of your movies the other night with my best friend, Charlie-” who was totally gonna freak out when Dean told her about this “-but wasn’t there meant to be a solo Black Wing movie? Everyone in the fandom was talking about it and then suddenly you seemed to disappear. I guess, I’m just wondering why you changed your mind?” Dean asked, nervously. He was waiting for Castiel to tell him to go fuck himself (though Dean knew that Castiel wasn’t really that kinda guy).

Castiel cleared his throat and met Dean’s eyes. “We were just about to go into production for the solo movie when my brother and his wife were killed in a head-on collision with a truck.”

Dean’s mouth dropped open. But, he could sense Castiel hadn’t finished so he stayed quiet.

“The only blessing was that it was instant, so they didn’t suffer. That, and luckily their daughter, Claire, was at the babysitter’s at the time.” Castiel smiled, melancholy whispers gracing his features.

Dean knew he barely knew the guy but he could sense when someone needed comfort so he reached across the table to place a soft touch on Castiel’s hand.

“I took Claire into my care. And that ended my career as I knew it.” Castiel shrugged. “I was deeply disappointed to have to leave the movie, but Claire came first. And I didn’t want her to grow up in the spotlight, with people using her parents’ tragic death as a way to sell magazines. So I left the industry. That was three years ago and I haven’t looked back. Claire is five now and she’s all I could ever want.”

Dean was awestruck. “Wow.” He breathed. “I can’t believe it.”

“What?” Castiel asked, head tilting in confusion. (If the situation wasn’t so serious, Dean would have struggled not to comment on how adorable he looked.)

“Dude.” Dean choked. “You called me brave for wanting to face a coupla high school assholes. But you - you gave up your entire career to give the best life to your niece.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You’re amazing.”

Castiel blushed again (and Dean found he was slowly falling in love with that look on Castiel’s face). “I don’t know that I’m amazing, I just want a normal life for Claire and I.” He shrugged.

“A normal life, huh?” Dean asked. “Well, I can try and help with that.” He lifted his hand from where it had been placed on Castiel’s and held it in the air between them. “I’m Dean Winchester. I’m twenty eight. A bit of a nerd and in need of a date this evening.”

Castiel huffed a laugh and placed his hand in Dean’s, shaking it. “I’m Castiel Novak. I’m thirty. Uncle to a beautiful niece and I would be honoured if you’d let me be your date for this evening.”

Dean’s face broke into a smile, which turned into a laugh that caused a smile to spread across Castiel’s cheeks.

They let their hands settle naturally on top of the table.

Now, with their barriers down, they began making plans and ideas for that evening. Though, if Dean were being honest, it felt like he’d known Castiel forever already.

Eventually, after what felt like hours of talking, Castiel got up to finally get himself a coffee. It wasn’t until Castiel’s hand left his that Dean realised they’d been holding onto each other the whole time.

* * *

Dean and Castiel ended up talking for so long in that coffee shop that they were late for the reunion. The party was in full swing when they arrived.

Just before they entered the hall, Dean stopped in his tracks.

“What’s wrong, Dean?” Castiel asked, worry etched into his features.

“Are you sure about this, man? There’s a chance someone in there could recognise you or something. It’s not worth ruining your life plan over just for me to say ‘fuck you’ to a couple of dicks.” Dean stressed.

Castiel reached to take Dean’s hand in his. “Some things are worth a little risk.” He whispered and walked with Dean through the hall doors.

It seemed Dean had had nothing to worry about in the end. They’d spoken to a few people who had seemed genuinely interested in that Dean had been up to since graduation. And they barely batted an eye when he’d introduced Castiel as his boyfriend. (He’d meant to just call him his date but clearly his mouth had had other ideas.) Castiel himself had just placed a soft hand around Dean’s waist - stopping Dean from an internal panic.

It was all going so well and Dean was starting to think Charlie had been right (again, damn her!). Maybe everyone had just grown up and moved on.

Once they’d finished a conversation with the guy Dean sat next to in English class senior year, Castiel went to the bar to get them some drinks, whispering in Dean’s ear that he’d be back in a moment. Dean was a little sad Castiel hadn’t gone a bit further and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Dean Winchester.” The voice of Bela Talbot came from behind him. Dean turned with a scowl on his face.

“Hello, Bela.” He said through gritted teeth. She’d been one of the main people instrumental in his forced coming out.

“Goodness me, Dean. If I’d known how pretty you’d turn out, maybe high school could have gone a lot differently.” She practically purred, running a perfectly manicured finger along Dean’s cheek bone. “But, hey, there’s still time now, I could be the one to knock you straight again.”

Dean was frozen to the spot. He was back to being a scared kid, dealing with the loss of a parent and being taunted daily for his sexuality. He knew he shouldn’t have done this. He wasn’t brave. He was pathetic. He couldn’t even stand up to a school bully ten years later.

“Excuse me.” Castiel appeared suddenly at Dean’s side. “What did you say to him?” The look on his face was nothing short of murderous.

“I’m just getting reacquainted with an old friend.” Bela answered, sickly sweet. “And who are you?”

Castiel’s eyes narrowed. “I’m Dean’s boyfriend and I don’t appreciate the way you’re speaking to him.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. Earlier it had been a slip when he’d called Castiel his boyfriend but now Castiel was purposefully saying it? Dean didn’t dare to hope.

Bela laughed, causing Castiel to glare even harder (honestly, if looks could kill, she’d be in hell). “Ah! So he’s definitely still gay then.” She said, lip curling with distaste.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s bisexual, not gay. I’d tell you to educate yourself, but clearly, after ten years you’re still the same bitch you’ll always be.”

Bela looked taken aback, like no one had ever spoken to her like that before.

Castiel didn’t wait for her response. Instead, he grabbed Dean’s hand and stormed out of the building.

It wasn’t until the cool evening air hit his face, that Dean finally snapped back to himself. They’d ended up in the parking lot, stood next to Dean’s car.

“Cas..” Dean breathed.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” Castiel said, begging for forgiveness. “I just couldn’t stand the way she was speaking to you.”

“Cas-” Dean spoke.

“She was just so rude a-and small-minded. I hated it.”

“Cas!” Dean raised his voice. Castiel snapped his jaw shut. “It’s okay. Thank you for sticking up for me.” Dean stepped closer to Castiel, playing with the lapel on Castiel’s suit jacket.

Castiel looked into Dean’s eyes but Dean couldn’t hold his gaze. “I’m just embarrassed that I froze up. After all of this, I failed at standing up for myself. I’m pathetic.”

Castiel placed his hands on Dean’s cheeks, forcing Dean to look at him. Green eyes finally met blue. “Dean, listen to me. It was incredibly brave to walk into that room tonight. You are the bravest person I’ve ever met.” He said earnestly.

Dean couldn’t hold it in anymore. He hoped he wasn’t about to ruin this before it even started. But, as a wise man told him recently: some things are worth a little risk.

Wasting no more time, Dean pulled Castiel into a deep kiss.

Once Castiel was on board, he pushed Dean up against the car behind them.

After a few heated moments, of what can only be described as heavy making out, Dean growled at Castiel to get into the car before they got arrested for public indecency.

They somehow made it back to Dean’s house but their clothes only managed to stay on long enough to get through the front door. Dean directed them to his room and threw Castiel down on the bed.

He took in the sight of the beautiful man laid out under him before kissing up Castiel’s chest and took over his mouth again. The only words said between them were muttered assurances that they were on the same page. Dean could never have dreamed this is how this night would end but he certainly wouldn’t change a thing.

* * *

The next morning, Dean and Castiel laid in each other’s arms, content to be together in the quiet.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Dean. “What about your niece?” He worried. “Don’t you need to get back to her?” He sat up frantically.

“Dean, Dean, don’t worry.” Castiel raised his hands to calm the other man. “I texted my babysitter yesterday at the coffee shop asking her to stay with Claire for the night.”

Dean relaxed into the bed, smirking a little. “So you knew how the night would end even before we got to the reunion.”

Castiel blushed. “I wouldn’t say I knew. But I did hope.”

Dean smiled, pulling Castiel closer to place a tender kiss on the side of his head. “I hoped for it too.” He whispered.

They settled into silence again, warm in each other’s company.

A short while passed before either of them spoke again.

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel murmured, breaking the quiet.

“For what?” Dean frowned.

“For thinking of Claire.”

“Well, she’s important to you. She’s your whole world.” Dean shrugged.

“Maybe my world could get a little bigger now.” Castiel suggested, smiling nervously up at Dean.”

“Yeah, I think it could.”

* * *

Later, as they dug into a couple of burgers Dean threw together, another thought crossed Dean’s mind.

“Cas?”

“Hmm?” Castiel hummed around the burger in his mouth.

“Why were you looking through Craigslist ads in the first place?”

Castiel swallowed and chuckled to himself. “Sometimes I look through to find funny ads people put up.”

Dean was beginning to get a little offended when Castiel reached across the table to hold his hand.

“But, the night that I saw your ad, I had just put Claire to bed and I was feeling lonely. I took a risk. And I think it worked.” Castiel smiled shyly.

“Hell yeah, it did!” Dean grinned from ear to ear.

* * *

Charlie’s phone vibrated next to her. She paused the video game she was playing to pick it up. Seeing it was a text from Dean, she opened it immediately.

On her screen was a selfie of Dean with another dark haired dude captioned:

‘I should take your advice more often Bradbury.’

Her eyes turned to saucers and she looked at the image again more closely. She frowned slightly, looking at the man whose cheek Dean was kissing.

Wait- That totally looked like-

Her phone dinged with a new message from Dean.

‘And yes, it’s exactly who you think it is.’

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Unpredictable (pt 6)

ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: 6 Underground

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Four/Billy // Eight/???

ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ: Four/Billy x male!Oc

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ: The game is on

ꜱᴏɴɢ: Whatever it takes - Imagine dragons

𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥!

ᴀɴ: ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ, ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ. ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ! ᴘɪᴄ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ!

The night was long and peaceful. Exactly what Eight needed after being up for more than 48 hours. And Four seemed to be in need of some sleep too. Why so ever....

Maybe because it was rare for him to have a night without dreaming of all the things that happened. Of his girlfriend who let him fall for a necklace, of Six who sat in this green car, blood everywhere, with a blade straight through his body.

Maybe he really needed some good rest which he normally couldn’t get. I mean, how was one supposed to get his well-deserved sleep when his past kept chasing him throughout the night?

But all of that sparked questions. Why he was able to sleep through? What was it that made a difference? Well there are several options. Option number one was that all the laughing and joking really did him well. Option number two was that he wasn’t the only one sleeping and the steady breathing next to him calmed him down. Let’s take the third option, it was both.

They probably could have continued sleeping for several more hours, but One had different plans.

"Where the hell are Four and Eight?"

He asked now and rubbed his sleeves. The leader needed to have a talk with Eight about the mission and how they would proceed. But Eight wasn't there, not in the main room of their haunted house. The only logical explanation was that he was with Four and that they were either asleep or doing... whatever they would be doing. He didn’t really want to think of the possibilities. It was a waste of time anyways.

"Fuck it, I will get them now."

One finally said and made his way to Fours room. It was 2pm. What were they, teenagers? Whatever. He didn't care and just swung the door open. And the sight alone was hilarious. Eight and Four were laying in the bed. And while Eight didn't have anything of the blanket, Four had the same problem with the bed. One never would have assumed that a small guy like Eight could take over most of the bed for himself. But Four didn't bother. He had the blanket. With watching the scene, One couldn't help but burst into a loud laughter.

Which was the reason they woke up.

Eight was on his legs before he could even process what was happening. And he seemingly did it for self-defence because he grabbed the first thing he could find, ready to use it as a weapon. At least until he realized that the pants he was holding weren't exactly helpful when it came to defending himself.

Four just turned around and pulled the blanket over his head.

One could barely hold himself. The last time he laughed that hard was as Four nearly shit his pants when they first met.

"Can't you be quiet, for once?"

Four groaned and sat up. His hair was a mess. Bit by bit, the other Ghosts followed One out of curiosity. And they all ended up laughing as they took a look at the situation. Because Four had gotten up by now and both of them looked like they were about to murder One for waking them.

"Okay, okay, get ... Get dressed we need to speak about the mission..."

One said and wiped a tear away that got caused by the excessive laughing. Eight and Four threw angry gazes at everyone, -although Eights gaze was admittedly more effective than Fours-, until they were alone and the door was closed. They then looked at each other for a moment, still not really awake. Eight grabbed his clothes and got changed. He definitely needed new ones, but they were still in his car and he had to get there somehow.

Silence dominated the room as both of them turned to face opposite directions to get changed. Four also just put on some pants. He needed a shower.

"You done?"

Eight asked and Four nodded.

"Yeah, let's go."

The smaller grabbed his phone and checked his messages.

*Hey, this is Amanda~😘 last night was amazing I hope to see you again soon 💞💕*

"Did she text you?"

Four asked nosey and glanced at the other boys phone.

"Yep."

*Hey beautiful 💕 sorry for responding so late, was asleep till now. I want to see you again soon too. Missing your lips.💭😗 *

As Four and Eight entered the room, One immediately started talking.

"Okay, I know you two had a long night, but sleeping until 2pm is not acceptable. Anyways, you did okay last night and now we have to plan the rest of the mission."

Eight raised a brow.

"I think I did awesome."

He said and Four just nodded before they did a really cool but casual-looking fist bump. One watched them, a little confused, but he just shook his head and walked over to the pin board.

"Okay, her father will want to meet you, but he will not leave the island. Which means, that you are going to get invited and then you are figuring out where they lack security. BUT we can't hack the cameras there. You will have one camera on your shirt and a mic so we can solely perceive as much as you can."

Eight nodded and looked at his phone to text the girl back. Four watched with interest as Eight showed him something. And they grinned like two teenage boys who just saw boobs. I mean, they probably did but still.

"Why are you- are you even listening to me?"

One asked and Four and Eight looked up, still grinning like two idiots.

"Yeah, sure. I will be at her house and have a mic and a cam, you see what I see. And hear what I hear."

While his words were more of the teenage 'I don't care' demeanour, his voice stayed serious. Which was probably the only reason why One wasn't mad at him.

"Okay, that's that. Don't ruin your relationship with her and-"

One paused while looking at the two of them. They were already starring at the phone again.

"okay, never mind, that's it. That's the talk, you can leave now."

A sigh left Ones mouth and he just shook his head as Four and Eight disappeared in Fours room again.

And honestly, One couldn't blame them for behaving like sixteen-year-olds. Because he knew that as they actually were at the age of sixteen, they couldn't act it out. They weren't able to really enjoy their teenage years. But those were stories he kept to himself.

"Dude, you know her one day and she sends you pics like this one. Tell me your secrets."

Four was sitting next to Eight on the bed and watched him text Amanda. Eight turned around to face Four.

"All about trust mate. You make her trust you, she sends pics without you asking for it. It is that simple. How you make her trust you? Words. Sweet words."

Eight said and Four raised a brow.

"With your accent, you'd have it easy. As long as you chose some fancy words instead of swear-words. You know, something like; you look absolutely lovely in that dress."

"Why do I have it easy with my accent?"

Eight shrugged.

"Because the British accent is known as one of the sexiest around the world. Plus, your voice goes deep, it's just... Hot."

Eight shrugged again and focussed on his phone as he tried to avoid giving Four more compliments about his voice. It really started to get slightly gay. Fortunately, Four wasn't questioning his friend.

Okay, to be fair, it wasn't completely fortunate either. Instead of thinking it was gay, Four felt a sudden boost of confidence. So he pushed his voice to it's lowest and focussed on Eight.

"Do you consider my voice as attractive?"

He asked and Eight froze for a moment. He even stopped texting to look at him.

"Are you flirting or flexing?"

His eyes focussed on his mate and for a short second, Four could swear he saw them light up. Was he challenging him?

"What do you want it to be?"

Four asked back and his eyes were just as focussed as Eights. The raven-haired lifted a brow. Then he cracked a challenging smirk.

"What if I say flirting?"

Shoot. Yeah, good question though. Four looked a bit irritated. The thought that he didn't necessarily think this through came a little late.

Eight backed away, scoffing softly before looking at his phone again.

"A little advice, Four. You don't play a game you're doomed to lose."

Four didn't know what to respond. Eight just ended the whole game and even worse? He won. Four couldn't let that slip. But he also couldn't come up with anything to change it. At least not right away. But he'd find an opportunity, sooner or later. A small sigh cut through the silence.

"She just told me she had to put her phone away, her father wants to eat with her or something."

Eight locked his phone and leaned back before tilting his head to look at Four.

"Now I'm bored, entertain me."

Said person nearly fell from his beliefs. That was... cute. Was that really him? The small-snappy-headstrong Eight he knew until then? Or was it a whole different person who just talked?

The blonde must've looked really confused because Eight lifted a brow and waved his hand in front of Fours face.

It must’ve been his imagination.

"Hey spoon-master?"

"Huh?"

"Oh thank god, I thought I broke you... I said I'm bored. Usually I'd play some video-games, but One did not allow me to bring my PlayStation."

Fours eyes grew bigger.

"You had a PlayStation and One did not allow you to bring it?"

Eight nodded a little and Four exhaled frustrated while looking at the ceiling.

"I always wanted to have one."

"Well then, we should go buy one?"

Four turned around to face him. And Eight really enjoyed looking at the sparkling green eyes that focussed on him.

"You'd buy one with me?"

"Of course. But there is a condition."

Four raised a brow and leaned back.

"And that would be...?"

Eight glanced at the taller and a sly spark of excitement got visible in his eyes as well.

"Teach me how to skateboard."

Four raised a brow. He then looked at his skateboard in the edge of the room just to look right back at Eight.

"That's it? That's the condition?"

Eight raised a brow, as if he was about to ask him what was so wrong about the condition but Four just chuckled and shook his head.

"Fine, come on, I'll teach you.”

He stood up and grabbed his board before he turned around to make sure the other followed him. Eight was right behind him and Four just grinned while walking out.

"Where are you two going?"

One interfered and Four lifted up his skateboard.

"Just outside. I'm showing Eight how to skateboard."

Five shot Eight a glare. Four did not notice, but Eight saw it. Although he was rather confused about the whole angered expression, so he didn't react on it. If there was something wrong, she could tell him instead of looking passive-aggressive.

"Okay but don't drive too far."

One said and then realized that he sounded like a father. A fact he considered awfully disturbing.

"You pack of idiots."

Well, at least he tried to save himself from the Dad image. He did his best okay? Eight looked at Four and they then grinned and nodded in unison before leaving the wreck.

The two of them walked next to each other on their way to the empty hall.

"Before you can really start to drive, you gotta know how to fall."

"Wow, thank you for believing in me. Pessimist."

Eight joked and Four grinned a little while shrugging.

"You just look like you're one of those soft boys who is afraid to dirty his hands. And-"

"I will have my hands dirtied in your blood if you dare to continue that sentence."

Eight raised his finger and his brow. Four grinned a little as he calmly put Eights finger down.

"Calm down, everyone has to know how to fall. I personally wish I'd known sooner. You know, I'm a little bit clumsy and I have a lot of bad luck and somehow bad timing even. Knowing how to fall is important."

Four started and placed the board on the ground.

"If you're as clumsy as you say you are, what is your... Like what do you do?"

"They call me skywalker. I do parkour."

"Like jumping from building to building and climbing high places and stuff?"

"Exactly."

"That is like... Super awesome. I once played a game where the main character was a parkour guy himself and I got all excited and used to climb all kinds of buildings in that game. Like the Duomo. I really wanted to learn it but I am not really fond heights and I just have the bad feeling that if I would try it, I'd die. Like, immediately."

Four grinned a little.

"Been there, the Duomo I mean. Impressive view. Anyways, we got time, I will take you with me some day. But first, this."

Four pointed at the board under his feet. He was standing still.

"Okay so if you lose the balance, you fall forward. Mostly. And when you fall, you wanna make sure you can catch yourself with your hands first. But don't let your whole weight rest on your hands and try to give in. Because if you fall like this;"

Four imitated a fall and caught himself with his hands first. It didn’t really look like falling. He did a fucking roll.

"You just do a roll. It gives double points because you can't really get hurt and it looks better than falling on your face, you know what I'm saying?"

Eight just nodded. Although he was pretty sure that he would never be able to fall like this. But it really looked cool.

"Okay, now come here."

The smaller took some steps forward and was about to put his foot on the board but Four pushed it aside.

"You're not that far."

He said and Eight groaned a little, causing him to grin.

"Just a tiny thing before I let you stand on it. Close your eyes. Great, now let yourself fall forward. But before you can really fall, you catch yourself with your foot."

"Man I thought you'd catch me. Disappointed."

But Eight let himself fall and Four continued afterwards. As he finally saw Eight stand on the board, he was already proud. Not necessarily of Eight, but of himself. Because he taught him.

"Okay, I think I got this, so driving now I-"

The second Eight tried to actually get the board to move, he lost his balance. And although he tried his best to catch it again, he just fell.

Fortunately, right into Fours arms. He was already expecting something like this.

"Careful there."

He said softly and helped Eight back on the board. The smaller didn't look embarrassed at all, but ohh he was.

"Okay, just hold on to my hand, don't try to drive just let yourself roll."

Four advised and slowly pulled Eight with him on the board.

"Go left, we don't wanna collide with the wall, don't we?"

"How the fuck do I go left?"

"Lean in, come on, balance!"

Eights grip got a little tighter but he somehow managed not to hit the wall.

"WOW I did this, awesome!”

Four just laughed and let go of Eights hand.

"Wait, no. No. Don't. No no no give me that hand back."

"You don't need it, just relax."

Well, technically, Eight wouldn't have needed it at the extremely slow speed he was going. But Four kind of forgot to warn him about the slope in the middle of the hall. The moment he remembered it was already too late.

"JUMP OFF, JUMP OFF!"

Four gesticulated hysterically, already running to reach his friend who had no idea what was about to happen.

"What do you mean jump off, are you out of your fucking- HOLY SHI-"

A drawn-out scream echoed through the room

Eight drove off in high speed, not really knowing how to help himself and Four desperately tried to give him advice on how to get off the board but Eight just couldn't help himself.

"JUMP!"

Four screamed one last time and this time, Eight did. He jumped and landed on his side. Four ran over to him, kneeling down next to his friend.

"Mate are you alright?"

The smaller turned around, groaning a bit.

"For fucks sake this thing was trying to murder me."

Four bent over Eight, who looked into his face now. He was okay, no scratch, nothing. Just a bit dirt on his cheeks that Four wiped off with one swift motion.

What they didn't notice, was that they were not alone. Five, who was supposed to get them inside again, was standing in the gate of the hall. From her perspective of the scenario, Four wasn't just bending over to wipe some dirt off of Eights face. It looked like Four bent over to kiss him. Her eyes widened in shock and she turned around to run away.

Four and Eight turned a bit. They could swear they heard someone running.

"Maybe we should like... Stand up."

Eight suggested and Four just grinned a little, standing up and helping Eight to get onto his feet again.

"You did... pretty well for someone who never stood on a board before. just... The falling, man. It looked ridiculous."

Four said and Eight just grumbled a bit while cleaning his clothing from the dust.

"Yeah, well, I have to practice more if I want to fall like a pro. But now we should get inside. I need a shower and my clothes and I still have to text Amanda and ask Three for the key of my new room."

"Tough though, I mean, you can like leave the texting up to me..."

"Hell no. Who knows what you'd text her?"

Four wiggled his eyebrows and grinned seductively.

"Exactly. You'd scare her."

Both of them ended up laughing and then walked back to the plane. They just stopped by at Eights car so he could get out his bags.

"How much exactly did you take with you?"

"I bought most of it just before I came here. My ... My grandparents would have known if something went missing. So all of that stuff is new."

Four raised a brow and tilted his head a little.

"What about your parents?"

Eight just smiled and shook his head as he got one of the bags out.

"I'm not gonna tell you my life story. I was told not to even mention my name. So guess what I am not going to do?"

"We all know each others names. Oh come on, at least the name!"

"No chance, Four."

He grabbed another bag and closed the door of the car before locking it again. Four casually took one bag to himself. So it were just two boys, each of them with a sports bag over their shoulder, walking into the headquarter.

"Eight, can we have a word?"

Said person turned around, a little bit confused, a little bit suspicious. Five was the one speaking and even Four was surprised by that.

"Okay, sure, go for it."

He answered but the girl just looked at Four, who was also standing there, waiting for the talk to begin.

"Alone."

Four rolled his eyes.

"Oh come on you guys, are you serious?"

The blonde asked but took Eights bag as well without any further complains and walked away. He'd ask Eight about it later.

Because at first he placed Eights bags inside his room and then grabbed himself some fresh clothing. He casually walked by Twos room to find out whether they were fucking because he still needed a key.

Is it really necessary to say that his poor ears were abused by the noises he heard as he passed them? Probably not. He was going to ask Three later. Now he had to shower.

As Eight came back from his talk, he fearlessly approached Twos room to knock and ask for the key through the door. Three was probably asleep and Two answered. She told him that Three had lost the key and that he just had to kick in the door.

Eight didn't have to be told twice and the next thing Four heard was a loud noise and a quieter cracking sound. He jumped out of the shower and ran out with nothing but a towel around his waist.

"MATE WHAT THE FUCK?"

He exclaimed as he saw his friend, who was currently looking at the room in front of him. Highly satisfied. The door was on the ground BUT he had gained access.

Two came out of her room. And Four could swear he never saw her laugh like this. Hearing Two laugh, got the other ghosts curious who joined on the hallway to see what was happening.

There he was, Eight. The youngest member of them in front of a kicked in door, awfully proud. Then there was Four, a towel around his waist, which he was holding onto like his life depend on it, looking shocked. And then there was Two, laughing like the evil maniac everyone thought she could be.

"I- this was a joke. I have the key."

She managed to say and Eight looked at her with a mixture of dumbfounded and 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me'.

Spoiler, Eight.

She wasn't kidding.

"Well, then... So it is."

Eight said and vanished into the room to put up the door again. Four followed him, although he wasn't wearing anything. He was still curious about the talk that Five and Eight had before.

"Mate?"

He asked and Eight placed the door to match the frame as good as possible.

"Yeah?"

He asked back and looked at it, not being satisfied at all. The door just stood there, LEANED there against the wall... He never had to actually repair a door he kicked in.

"What did Five say?"

He asked and Eight looked at Four for a moment.

"She didn't send you away just so I'd tell you later. It's nothing, really. You should be more worried about your shower. Because the water is still running."

Four looked down and at his body. He was still naked, still just the towel, still dripping wet. And... he completely missed Eights gaze.

"Naked suits you though, very aesthetic, nine out of ten."

The smaller boy said and popped a little smirk, causing Four to raise a brow at him.

"Why just nine? I think I'm at least an eleven."

"Oh, you sure are but the facial expression you're doing is just... you look confused."

Now if that wasn't the chance to bring back the game from before and win it this time. Four chuckled a little and looked down shortly before he lifted his head, taking a step forward to be closer to Eight. And he really was close. So close, Eight was worried to get wet himself.

"What about now?"

Four asked with his deep voice and starred into Eights eyes, taking one hand away from his towel in order to place it on the other boys cheek. In other words; he really made sure Eight would lose. Which he did. Big time. Because that red shimmer on his face went really well with the widened eyes and the goose bumps he got. Four enjoyed this moment of victory to the fullest. With plopping the next big smirk, he backed off.

"1:1, drawn. May the games be continued."

The blonde said while grinning. Oh how good it felt to win... But his victory was not claimed yet, which he knew just too well. Before making it out of the room, he stopped.

"Oh and Eight..?"

Eight, who was still embarrassed and currently holding the door, looked at him.

"What?"

"You don't play a game you're doomed to lose."

Eight clenched his eyes together and a low growl left his mouth.

"Oh you just got me fucking started."

He managed to breathe out through his gritted teeth. Four just grinned.

"I'm already excited."

And with that, he got under the shower again.

Eight was pissed. He hated losing. Especially losing control. This game couldn't continue like that. He refused to let Four win. But beating that last one was about to be hard. Not impossible, but hard. Before he could think of a plan, his phone started ringing. It was Amanda.

"Hey babe, what's wrong?"

Eights voice casually dropped an octave as he picked up the phone. Unfortunately, his voice wasn't the only thing that dropped. And only through holding his hand up fast enough, it didn't hit the ground.

"Oh for fucks sake, you ass-hat of a fricking door! Oh god, I am so sorry my angel, I hope I didn't scare you? I just bumped my head on a door because I was so surprised to see your number on my phone, I already thought something happened. And of course I then paid attention to you rather than the door..."

"Well saved, boy."

Eights eyes widened. That wasn't Amandas voice. It was a male voice. It was her father.

"Good evening, sir."

The raven-haired said while slowly putting the door down in order to be able to walk over to see One.

"To you too, Jacob. Now, you seem to be someone who is swearing a lot?"

"Not really, sir. I curse when I am alone. I normally don't whenever I am around people."

Eight could hear Amanda agree with him in the background and he took a deep breath as he tapped Ones shoulder before he gesticulated to tell him that Amandas father was on the other side.

But that didn't work out well. One just looked at him confused so Eight rolled his eyes and walked over to the pin board to point at a picture of the man. Now One understood.

"So, Jacob, where are your parents?"

"My parents died, sir."

Silence. The way Eights voice sounded so brutally honest and yet so hurt must have been the factor that convinced the man on the other side.

"But I have learned to look out for myself."

He added and listened to the thoughtful silence on the other side.

"You know, Jacob, I'd like to meet you in person. I assume you should be free tomorrow?"

"Yes sir, I am free."

Eight sounded excited and even One would have bought the whole facade if he didn't know that this was absolutely fake. The boy grabbed a pen and wrote ‘tomorrow’ on the board so One would understand.

"Good. Amanda will send you the details later."

A big grin was plastered on the young mans face.

"I feel honoured, sir. Thank you for the great opportunity."

"It was her idea. Besides, there is one last thing..."

"Yes?"

"What kind of car do you drive?"

"Mercedes c-class amg, newest model, matte-metallic-blue."

Silence. One looked at Eight as if he was about to kill him for that much information. But Eight was lucky.

"Amg motor? Because if so, why didn't you chose a SL instead? They are sportier."

"Oh, I wanted enough seats. I don't know if I want to have a family when I'm older so a car with four doors was the obvious choice, sir."

He could hear a soft laugh on the other line.

"You seem to be very decent, how come my daughter picked you?"

"DAD!!!"

"Okay, I'll let you two talk now. Bring your car tomorrow."

"Yes sir, thank you!"

One looked confused as fuck, but he was satisfied with the result. The only thing that really counted. Eight looked so proud of himself… just as if he had kicked in another door.

"Babe, not to be disappointing you but, can we text from now on? I still gotta shower and I have a few things to settle for tomorrow. "

Eight turned around and walked towards the shower again and they ended the call after exchanging some awfully romantic words.

Right after finishing, the boy put on the pullover he had from Four and approached said person in his room. Not before he softly knocked on the door though. Who knew what the other was doing in there?

"Four?"

He asked and peeked through the door. Four looked up and tilted his head.

"Hm?”

He hummed lowly and Eight entered the room.

"I wanted to get my stuff before I go to bed."

"You want to go to bed, like... now?"

Eight looked a little confused.

"Yeah, why shouldn't I?"

Four pointed at Eights side of the bed. Uhm, I mean the side on which Eight slept last night, obviously.

"Thought we could still do something?"

Eight saw a chance and he took it. His lips curled up into a challenging smirk. And it was the only warning Four got.

"What do you have in mind, Four?"

Eight asked and spoke softly as he closed the door to approach the bed. Four, who now understood what this situation was about, started grinning a little.

"I don't know,-"

You could barely hear the pause he made, but before ending his sentence with a simple 'you tell me' he remembered what Eight said about his accent, his voice and the choice of words.

"-love, whatever is on your mind."

Eights eyes had that spark again. The spark Four found both, truly amazing and incredibly challenging.

"Looking at you lying there, I have a thousand things on my mind."

Eight now stood directly in front of Four who sat up just to lay his hands on the others waist. He was not going to let Eight take the lead again. Never.

"Enlighten me then, darling."

He hummed, rubbing the fabric of the sweater Eight wore softly against the others skin. Eight smirked slightly as he bowed down to be closer to Four.

"Oh, we don't need words for that."

He whispered and leaned his forehead against Fours, who was now getting tensed. He was about to lose but something saved him. Eights phone. An annoyed groan left the smallers mouth and he stood straight again.

"This one doesn't count. Although it would have been my win."

Four just laughed. He was more relieved than anything. So relieved, he kept holding Eights waist for a little longer just because he totally forgot about it.

"So, you got some pudding while we spend the night?"

Four grinned a little and stood up to get some pudding for them. And two spoons. Only now, that Eight finished responding to the text message he just got, he noticed that the room wasn't a mess anymore. No clothes on the ground, the whiskey bottle on the nightstand and the bed was neat.

"You cleaned? Never thought you'd be capable of that."

Eight grinned and Four turned around as if he, again, wanted to defend himself.

"Sarcasm. I'm not surprised. I think it looks much better that way."

Eight let himself fall on the bed and groaned a little while burying his head in the pillow.

"What did she send you? Some cheesy good night text?"

Four asked as he walked over to the bed, sitting next to Eight.

"No; sent me a pic of her."

The sentence got Fours attention. Curiosity spread inside of him.

"Can I see?"

He asked and Eight pushed the phone over to him.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but no boobs, just her in my pullover."

Four eyed the picture. He just really paid more attention to the hoodie than to the girl. A simple black hoodie with the word ‘passion’ written on it.

"Passion, I like that. Bet it suited you."

Eight smiled slightly but before he could express how thankful he was, Four scrolled up.

"OHHH mate, what is THIS?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Eight asked now and turned his head away from the pillow. The moment he saw Fours smirk, he knew what this was about.

"Would you please not stare at my body, that is kinda private."

"Didn't know you had muscles."

"I don't know whether I should hit you for the fact that you just assumed I was all slim and weak or for the fact that you forgot that everyone got muscles because no one could move without them."

Eight said before he hit Fours shoulder with his fist. Not slightly, not carefully, hard. He was truly pissed.

"Ouch, hey! Mate, I didn't mean it like that..."

He tried to calm his friend and rubbed his shoulder.

"You're well-build and I was joking."

Eight was still grumbling and turned his head away again. Four wanted to sigh but he kept it. It would make it worse.

"I mean it. Seriously."

Eight turned back and looked at Four who placed a pudding in front of him, as well as a spoon. Although the raven-haired wanted to, he couldn't suppress his smile. Instead, he sat up and ate his pudding.

"Thanks."

He mumbled and Four just nodded as he put the phone down to eat his as well.

"How come you don’t have a girlfriend, like Five or so?"

Eight broke the silence and looked over to his friend who raised a brow, then furrowed them and shrugged.

"I don't know if Five would be down for that."

Now Eight raised his brow.

"Just- how blind are you exactly?"

"Huh?"

Eight chuckled as he shook his head. But Four didn't get what this was about so he just shrugged.

"I guess I am not good in figuring out what people think of me. What do you think of me though?"

Eight nearly choked on his pudding.

"Why would you want to know that?"

"Why wouldn't I? You're my best friend here so of course I care about your opinion."

If it was possible to describe the purity of Eights smile and how big it grew, I'd do it. But it wasn't

"I uhm... I actually must say that so far, there is nothing I don't like about you. What about me? What do you think of me?"

Eight asked and Four grinned a little.

"The same, actually. You're a fun guy. A horrible skateboarder but a fun guy."

The smaller threw him a glare but they ended up laughing about it. The phone was still laying in the middle and Eight grabbed it to unlock it and look at the message he had missed.

"News from your girl?"

"Actually, it's NUDES from 'my' girl."

Now it was Fours turn to nearly choke on his food.

"What?"

"You heard me. Now... what do I respond to boobs?"

Four lifted his hand to rest it on Eights shoulder and made sure that his friend would face him. It created a dramatic scene in which Four took a deep breath before responding with all seriousness he could bring up.

"A dickpic."

Eight blinked for a second before Four started laughing hysterically.

"Your face dude!"

Eight still looked a little perplex before he started laughing as well and shook his head.

"Oh wise master of the spoons... But I will not send her a picture of my dick."

Four was still laughing and Eight replied something before letting himself fall on the bed again.

"I'm tired. Let's sleep."

He looked over at Four, who now put the empty pudding stuff away.

"You're probably right."

Four responded and laid down next to Eight who seemingly forgot that he had his own room. But he wasn't the only one who forgot.

"Night mate."

"Night."

AN: Please feel free to reblog so this fanfiction reaches more people~ Thank you for following up, you’re amazing, have a great day!

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hey hello im writing a piece for laptop ensemble that involves sampling and i need the most repressed/tender/yearning quotes you got. just as gay and heart wrenching as you can. but also no pressure I know youre a stranger on the web I just feel like you post that kind of stuff a lot thank you bye

hope this isnt like too late school keeps me busy :( (also can you put a read more on asks? guess i’ll find out). i ended up choosing many quotes from the same texts cause im indecisive as shit but i’ll bold my favorites from those in case that makes it easier for you!

anyways first of all you can never go wrong w richard siken as obvious as that is. these are both from you are jeff

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.

Let’s say you’ve swallowed a bad thing and now it’s got its hands inside you. This is the essence of love and failure. You see what I mean but you’re happy anyway, and that’s okay, it’s a love story

this one’s from planet of love (the format got fucked bc tumblr is not actually a finctional website but :/ )

I have a megaphone and you play along, because you want to die for love, you always have. Imagine this:You’re pulling the car over. Somebody’s waiting. You’re going to die in your best friend’s arms. And you play along because it’s funny, because it’s written down,you’ve memorized it,

from litany in which certain things are crossed out

I make you pancakes, I take you hunting, I talk to you as if you’re really there.Are you there, sweetheart? Do you know me? Is this microphone live? Let me do it right for once,

sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud. Especially that, but I should have known.You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I sayor love me back.

We were inside the train car when I started to cry. You were crying too, smiling and crying in a way that made meeven more hysterical. You said I could have anything I wanted, but I just couldn’t say it out loud.Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.

from snow and dirty rain

I had a dream about you. We were in the gold roomwhere everyone finally gets what they want.

that scene from when harry met sally where sally says:

One day I was taking Alice’s little girl fro the afternoon. I’d promised to take her to the circus, and we were in a cab playing “I spy” - you know, “I spy a lamppost”, “I spy a mailbox” - and she looked out the window and there was this man and this woman with two little kids, and the man had one of the kids on his shoulders, and Alice’s little girl said “I spy a family”, and I satrted crying, you know? I just started crying, and I went home

(like anyone else sometimes cries when u see a family doing something nice? is it because i want to participate in a sense of family of my own but have been excluded as a gay person from it’s portrayals and it makes me go :^( cause i dont feel there’s room for me there but i want there to be and i just have to long for this nuclear family heteronormative way of life that i’ve been made to believe is idylic? is it because my parents got divorced and my dad’s an ass and my mom is just a very angry lady and i want to re-do my own childhood? who knows. should we ban movies? yes we should!)

from maurice (ultimate source of tender)

“There was something better in life than this rubbish, if only he could get to it, love, nobility, big spaces where passion clasped peace, spaces no science could reach, but they existed for ever, full of woods some of them, and arched with majestic sky and a friend”

‘Did you ever dream you had a friend, Alec? Nothing else but just “my friend”, he trying to help you and you him. A friend’ he repeated, sentimental suddenly. ‘Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can’t really happen outside sleep’

we are all so lucky i don’t actually own maurice in english this would just turn into me quoting the whole book

ee cummings voices to voices, lip to lip

the thing perhaps isto eat flowers and not to be afraid.

from virgina woolf’s letters to vita

7 september 1925

january 21 1926 vita writes

I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this—But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it …

and on january 26 virginia writes back

Your letter from Trieste came this morning—But why do you think I don’t feel, or that I make phrases? ‘Lovely phrases’ you say which rob things of reality. Just the opposite. Always, always, always I try to say what I feel. Will you then believe that after you went last Tuesday—exactly a week ago—out I went into the slums of Bloomsbury, to find a barrel organ. But it did not make me cheerful … And ever since, nothing important has happened—Somehow its dull and damp. I have been dull; I have missed you. I do miss you. I shall miss you. And if you don’t believe it, you’re a longeared owl and ass. Lovely phrases? …

from virginia’s diary, about vita on december 21 1925

I like her and being with her and the splendour–she shines in the grocer’s shop in Sevenoaks with a candle lit radiance, stalking on legs like beech trees, pink glowing, grape clustered, pearl hung.

from virginia woolf’s to the light house

What device for becoming, like waters poured into one jar, inextricably the same, one with the object one adored? Could the body achieve, or the mind, subtly mingling in the intricate passages of the brain? or the heart? Could loving, as people called it, make her and Mrs Ramsay one? for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge, she had thought, leaning her head on Mrs Ramsay’s knee. Nothing happened. Nothing! Nothing! as she leant her head against Mrs Ramsay’s knee. And yet, she knew knowledge and wisdom were stored up in Mrs Ramsay’s heart.

Love had a thousand shapes. There might be lovers whose gift it was to choose out the elements of things and place them together and so, giving them a wholeness not theirs in life, make of some scene, or meeting of people (all now gone and separate), one of those globed compacted things over which thought lingers, and love plays.

there forced themselves upon her other things, her own inadequacy, her insignificance, keeping house for her father off the Brompton Road, and had much ado to control her impulse to fling herself (thank Heaven she had always resisted so far) at Mrs Ramsay’s knee and say to her—but what could one say to her? “I’m in love with you?” No, that was not true. “I’m in love with this all,” waving her hand at the hedge, at the house, at the children. It was absurd, it was impossible

(fun fact: the spanish translation adds something that i’d translate as “one could not say what one meant / what one wanted to say”, which i really like and i was disapointed to find out isnt on the english edition)

It was love, she thought, pretending to move her canvas, distilled and filtered; love that never attempted to clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets their phrases, was meant to be spread over the world and become part of the human gain. So it was indeed. The world by all means should have shared it

from the great gatsby

I didn’t want to go to the city. I wasn’t worth a decent stroke of work but it was more than that—I didn’t want to leave Gatsby. I missed that train, and then another, before I could get myself away (…) Just before I reached the hedge I remembered something and turned around. ‘They’re a rotten crowd,’ I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.’ I’ve always been glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever gave him

from kafka’s diaries

may 27 1911: Today is your birthday, but I am not even sending you the usual book, for it would be only pretence; at bottom I am after all not in position to give you a book. I am writing only because it is so necessary for me today to be near you for a moment

parts from a from a letter he wrote to oskar pollak on february 4 1902

When we talk together the words are hard; we tread over them as if they were rough pavement. The most delicate things acquire awkward feet and we can’t help it. We’re almost in each other’s way; I bump into you and you - I don’t dare and you. When we come to things that are not exactly cobblestones or the Kunstwart, we suddenly see that we are in masquerade, acting with angular faces (especially me, I admit), and then we become sad and bored. Does anyone make you as bored as I do?

then I fall silent and you fall silent and you become bored, and I become bored and it’s all like a stupid hangover and there’s no use lifting a hand. But neither wants to say this to the other, out of shame or fear or - You see, we are afraid of each other, or I am.

Of course I understand it. It’s boring to stand for years in front of an ugly wall and it just won’t crumble away. Of course, but the wall is afraid for itself, fro the garden (if there is one), and you get out of sorts, yawn, have headaches, don’t know where to turn

You often talk with her, not only for the sake of talking. You walk around with her somewhere here or there, or in Roztok, and i sit at my desk at home. You talk with her, and in the middle of a sentence somebody jumps up and makes a bow. That is me with my untrimmed words and angular faces. That lasts only a moment, and then you go on talking. I sit at my desk at home and yawn. I’ve been trhough it already. Wouldn’t that separate us? Is that so strange? Are we enemies? I am very fond of you

from his leters to milena

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

jane wong. from clearing

We want to believe everything has meaning.Plums blossom over a power grid

and I am in love again. The shame of it.

from leslie harrison’s [sirens]

I’m not Penelope married to faith married to waitingbound in fine soft strands of silk dyed and stretchedin my world longing has teeth and fins has a tastefor blood longing is a room built entirely of knives

Lorde’s melodrama tour interlude

Don’t you wish you could go inside a heart, see the strings and atrium’s, everything beating and bleeding. It’s kind of funny, I spend almost every minute thinking about love. Being guided, and divided by love. But I’ve never seen it. It’s just a rumour, a comedown, an afterglow. I wanna see it, in colour. In the summer, I can almost picture it

from Andrea Long Chu’s on liking women

One day, you tell yourself, it will give you what you want. Then, one day, it doesn’t. Now it dawns on you that your object will probably never give you what you want. But this is not what’s disappointing, not really. What’s disappointing is what happens next: nothing. You keep your object. You continue to follow it around, stash it in a drawer, water it, tweet at it. It still doesn’t give you what you want—but you knew that. You have had another realization: not getting what you want has very little to do with wanting it. Knowing better usually doesn’t make it better. You don’t want something because wanting it will lead to getting it. You want it because you want it

ada limón, In a Mexican Restaurant I Recall How Much You Upset Me

But love is impossible and it goes ondespite the impossible. You’re the muscleI cut from the bone and still the boneremembers, still it wants (so much, it wants)the flesh back, the real thing,if only to rail against it, if onlyto argue and fight, if only to missa solve-able absence.

i dont think i need to get into mitski songs because you probably already know but basically pink in the night/come into the water/once more to see you/in happy when she says if you’re going take the train so i can hear it rumble one last rumble/in i want you from the first verse to the first time she goes “i just need a quiet place where i can scream how i love you” (YES the card thing is very important)/the first verse of i will (w emphasis on everything you feel is good i f you wold only let you)/abbey/strawberry blond

sufjan steven’s futile devices obviously predatory wasp of the palisades you know the drill

was going to find some twin fantasy lyrics but i started thinking about famous prophets (minds) and like. emotionally left my body so. i wont be thinking about it or any other songs anymore it makes me too crazy

from frances ha

It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it and they love you and you know it but it’s a party and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life and it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.

from ellen lee’s notes on twin fantasy that i revisit constantly

there’s no going back to deliver these words to the ones they were really meant for. That’s how heartbreak feels, I guess. It feels like your heart in between the teeth of someone who’s looking away. When you’ve lost your loved object, what happens to all the things you have to say to them? When they’re turned away, what happens to all the things that you couldn’t, but desperately need(ed) to, say to their face? He dissociates himself from his own romance until it becomes a fantasy. You have your bleeding heart, you have a finite set of memories — when nothing new enters and you’re unwilling to let go, then you have a fantasy. The loved object enters into you and transforms.

the journey home by dermot bolger(havent read this at all dont really plan to/dont know a thing about it either i just came across this shit like 2 years ago and i still think about it)

I wanted to hurt him; I wanted just to touch him. What I wanted I’m not really sure. If he had stopped and opened his arms I would have walked towards him; I would have sat on the kerb all night with him

adam b, sweet i have a (really gay) heart

i feel like my body is the extension of a lake. i feel really badabout not telling you the truth, sometimes. i feelreally small next to you. tall boys remind me of bean stalks.i wish i had your legs. i wish i could know your handsbefore i even touch them

aaaand i think that’s all i could think of and track down, hope this is actually helpful and not too long (i am indecisive no kidding). also ksjdfg it’s nice that you thought to ask me this and i did have fun going over all these quotes so thank you 💖💖💖

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Yoonmin Scenario #12

12 pages of fluff only.

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From Tumblr Prompt

First Date!AU, In which Yoongi asks Jimin out for an aquarium date and instead of having an actual date, it feels like a lot more babysitting Jimin because the said boy is really hyperactive but Yoongi wouldn’t have it any other way, even if by the end of day his wallet is empty, he would take Jimin’s smile over everything anyway.

Yoongi and Jimin have known each other as friends over two years now, through mutual, of course. Where Yoongi majors in music production, Jimin majors in contemporary dance. He came to know Yoongi through Hoseok, who dances hip hop with him. Hoseok is Yoongi’s friend and teaches Jimin dance at times. Yoongi and Jimin met coincidentally because of Hoseok.

It’s really a little too far saying that Jimin fell in love on the first sight, but yeah, he anyway did. Sue him. Yoongi was really reserved and didn’t show his feelings how Jimin showed. While the latter always hung to Yoongi and smiled so fondly at him, Yoongi treated him how he treats Hoseok.

That hurt Jimin, but he would take Yoongi’s friendship over nothing. That’s fine. Maybe Yoongi isn’t even gay. How do you ask someone about their friend’s sexuality without seeming to want to date them? Jimin doesn’t ask Hoseok though, he let it aside. Neither he would burden Hoseok nor Yoongi with his feelings.

Yoongi, on the other hand, knew about Jimin’s feelings. It’s not a rocket science, really. Especially with the way Jimin smiles at him, is always eager for his hyung to plan something next time, would even come running to him if Yoongi asked him for food some ass o’clock in the morning. See, it’s really not that difficult. Jimin makes it easy. He wears his heart on his sleeves, makes himself vulnerable for others to use it. And Yoongi doesn’t know if it’s Jimin best quality or the worst one.

But what he knows is that he’ll fuck up a relationship with Jimin. He’s so sure he will. He’s so devoted to his music that he doesn’t have time for anything else. He forgets important dates, he has a sharp mouth and a signature scowl on his face. He’s lazy and cooped up in his university studio. Above all, he’s fucking broke. How can a man like him make an angel like Jimin happy?

So he restrained himself from approaching Jimin. For two years, he saw Jimin going on dates and looking gloomy because of course, he’s not happy. He wanted to go on dates with the person he loved. He would tell Yoongi about who asked him on a date and hopefully wait for Yoongi to tell him not to go, that he will take him on dates, but give him some time. But that never happened, so Jimin started looking for love outside Yoongi’s studio.

But Yoongi’s patience is finally broken. When he thinks Jimin looks too happy without him, he doesn’t like that. He wants Jimin to be happy with him, be whiny when he’s not paying attention and demand it. He thinks he has waited for a long time now, he won’t let Jimin wait for him. One date wouldn’t hurt, right? He can do that for Jimin and from there on, the latter can decide if he still wants Yoongi or not.

So one day, he casually asks Jimin who’s sitting in his university studio and doing his homework. Well, he came inside with the excuse of doing homework in peace but he’s playing games on his phone now.

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi calls for his attention but the said boys only hums. He hates how disappointed he feels when Jimin doesn’t look up excitedly to talk to him. “Would you like to go somewhere tomorrow?” He turns his chair and looks at the boy’s expression carefully.

Jimin looks up curiously, furrowing eyebrows at the question and god he looks so cute with his beanie in head and hair falling over his eyes. Why the fuck has Yoongi not asked him out yet?

“Like a date?” He hopefully smiles but uncertainty still remains in his eyes, just ready to say he’s joking if it’s too much for Yoongi. “I me-,”

“A date then,” Yoongi adamantly says and smiles at him in an assuring manner. Jimin’s eyes bulge out, heart thumping loudly in his chest because did he hear right? Did Yoongi ask him out on a date? IS HE GOING OUT WITH YOONGI ON A DATE?

“Thanks, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi whispers later, turning back to his computer. Truthfully, Yoongi is thankful for a lot of things, first and foremost for Jimin. Then he’s thankful for Jimin still waiting for him. And then he’s thankful for Jimin allowing him for a date. So the conclusion is that he’s thankful for Jimin.

“Okay, hyung,” Jimin whispers in the quiet studio and blushes hard. Oh god, he needs to squeal with joy. Instead, he clutches his shorts hardly and keeps his mouth shut, just swaying in his spot. He might just die of heart attack.

“Jimin-ah, where- oh, are you okay?” Yoongi worriedly asks a very red-faced Jimin, facial muscle taut and looking 0.1 seconds away from combusting.

Jimin relaxes and breathes out, “I’m fine,” And then he goes back to homework, or he tries while Yoongi’s stare bore into him.

“I was asking where do you want-,”

“AQUARIUM!” Jimin shouts loudly, looking wildly but happily at Yoongi. He was loud enough for Yoongi to move back instinctively. “I mean, aquarium,” Jimin shyly say and curses himself.

“Your tone won’t change the place,” Yoongi snorts, calming his heart not because of how Jimin shouted but how cute he seems, like an excited seal, flapping its flippers together and giving that creepy smile, but still very Jiminie. “You thought it all out, didn’t you?” Yoongi mutters, a smile on his face while he turns back to his work.

“No- I mean,” Jimin takes a deep breath. Don’t overdo!

It’s a little late for that, his subconscious chimes. Fuck, Jimin thinks.

“Taehyung and Kookie went last week and they were non stop talking about that place, so I wanted to go as well,” Yoongi turns back to Jimin and sees a pouty one, mind somewhere else but eyes on his homework. Is it too early to kiss that pout away?

Take the guy on a date first! His subconscious exasperate.

Jimin looks up at Yoongi watching him intently. He blushes and licks his lips. “I mean- you don’t have to. If you have other plans-it’s expensive but worth going, but like if you wanted to take me-,”

“I don’t,” Yoongi shrugs, “I spontaneously asked you, I don’t have plans so we’ll go to that aquarium,” Yoongi assures and Jimin unsurely looks at him, not satisfied because he feels like he forced Yoongi to take him to the aquarium. “Don’t worry about the money,” Yoongi gets up and pat his head, “I’ll take care of it,” He smiles again and Jimin can get used to seeing it every day.

“Okay,” Jimin mumbles.

Yoongi almost had three heart attacks in the night once he saw the price ticket for entry.

How the fuck Taehyung managed to take Jungkook there? Oh, rich parents.

But Yoongi can buy that digital mixer, he has been wanting to, later. Jimin smiles weigh more on the decision than his own needs. And right now, Jimin is his number one priority.

Somehow it didn’t feel awkward that they were both on a date rather than hanging out with friends. It felt like they have done this a lot, but in reality, it’s their first date. Jimin dressed up like he’s going to the aquarium for he wore an awfully a lot of blue. To his defence he wanted the aquatic species to feel relaxed seeing it's all blue and because the colour of the water is blue as well. Yoongi wanted nothing more than to hit him and ask him how did he enter college with such knowledge but then also he wanted to coo at Jimin’s thoughts and possibly pinch his cheeks.

His heart felt heavy when he paid for their entry fees but then it felt full when Jimin looked around in awe, taking everything in. Even when Jimin protested and denied Yoongi paying for him, Yoongi pulled out the hyung card on him and explained how they are on a date, so he should be paying.

It was an exceptionally crowded place, perhaps because it has opened recently. While Jimin looked around and thought about where to go, Yoongi looked at his hand and wondered if he should hold it.

“Hyung, let’s go see fishes first,” Jimin excitedly say and takes Yoongi’s hand and pulls him. Well, that makes his choices easier.

Again, it was crowded but due to their short height and slim body, they somehow made it in front of the big aquarium. The big fish tank was made of probably the thickest glass holding many species of fishes and corals and what not. From the information stand, Yoongi reads that it’s 1,200,000 litre aquarium. Oh wow. Then imagine the number of fishes and sea stuff in it. It’s like freaking ocean on land!

Jimin has stuck himself to the glass completely, with his nose and mouth pressing in an ugly way but Yoongi wouldn’t have it any other way. He stands next to an overexcited Jimin, who widens his eyes at every fish passing by.

“Annyeong,” Jimin half-heartedly says to an ugly fish stilled in their line of vision.

“That’s you,” Yoongi points at the same viperfish. Jimin looks at the fish and then at Yoongi with a pout and a frown. “Sorry, I didn’t-I’m really bad this, I didn’t-,” Yoongi sighs, mixing up his words and trying to apologise. He’s really bad at talking, only snarky comments come out of his mouth and he’s afraid he has saddened Jimin by his words. He should have known that the younger is sensitive.

“Well, that’s you then,” Yoongi looks up to see another ugly fish, blobfish, swimming and coming towards their side. He narrows his eyes at the fish but then at Jimin’s elated face, happy that he’s found even an uglier fish for Yoongi.

“Oh, you’re on,” Yoongi challenges and for the next 10 minutes, they pointed at every ugly, saying how they resemble the other. They finally had to be pushed behind when new people started to come in because they have been standing there for long.

Yoongi grumbles at their rudeness and scoffs at a father who pushes them out finally. “You okay, sunshine?” He asks Jimin who seemed all quite too well even though he was pushed.

“Sunshine?” Jimin happily ask. Yoongi nods, shrugging nonchalantly even though his heartbeat was pounding so hard. “You were calling me anglerfish a few minutes ago,” He says with no bite, almost teasing Yoongi.

“Why can’t you be both?” Yoongi asks back.

“But I like sunshine better,” Jimin whines and holds Yoongi’s hand. “Call me sunshine more,” He demands.

Yoongi sighs, “Okay, sunshine,” He smiles and correctly takes Jimin’s hand and intertwine their fingers. “Let’s see more ugly fishes, shall we?” Jimin nods enthusiastically.

Their next stop was at a tunnel where you could walk through and see some more aquatic species. This time they didn’t make fun of each other, instead walked through it all. Sometimes, Jimin would stop and ask Yoongi to take a picture so he could send his mother. Yoongi would gladly take a picture of Jimin making peace sign near his eyes. Sometimes Jimin would take their selcas together.

“Ah, hyung smile brighter!” Jimin whines and adjusts the camera once again.

“This is me smiling,” Yoongi complains, twitching his lips for a smile.

“Hyung, please. The fish will leave!” Jimin looks back at a catfish passing by. He takes the matter in his own hand and with two his fingers, pulls Yoongi’s lips upward for a smile.

Yeah, it was eventful walking inside the tunnel with a hyperactive Jimin wanting to take selcas with every unknown fish passing by, which by the way, was every time since he didn’t know any fish except Nemo.

Yoongi kept his hands to himself before hitting Jimin because Nemo was not a fish, it’s a character’s name and the fish was clownfish. He smiled at Jimin and dejectedly told him how smart he is.

After walking out of the tunnel, they looked at the information guide. Jimin was too close to Yoongi’s face, close enough that if the latter turns his head, he could kiss Jimin’s cheeks, and my god, does he want to.

Jimin wanted to go and feed otter some food because it was timed. So Yoongi happily agreed and held his hands once again before going to the next floor and entering a room where people were waiting for the otters to come out. There were exceptionally many people of different age wanting to see otters getting fed and feed the otters. How fun!

“Hyung, are you enjoying?” Jimin asks, standing on his tip toes to see.

“Why are you asking?” Yoongi mumbles, gently making his way to the front as possible so Jimin could see well.

“Because I feel like I’m enjoying too well and you’re not,” He pouts, finally stilling once he feels that the view is perfect.

“I’m enjoying just as much, sunshine, I just don’t show it,” Yoongi assures him, turning towards him. “I promise, if I wasn’t enjoying, I would have fed you to the sharks by now,” Yoongi teases and holds his waist.

“We haven’t seen the sharks yet,” Jimin giggles and points out.

“Well damn, now you know my plan!” Yoongi grumbles, faking it which makes Jimin giggle harder, almost squeaking, throwing his head back. Yoongi smiles as well, big enough for his gums to come in view. “I’m glad I asked you out,” He genuinely says and squeezes Jimin’s waist in affection.

“You promise you’re enjoying?” Jimin asks after calming down.

“I promise I’m enjoying seeing you tolerating me,” He winks and turns them around when the show starts. Yoongi, however, steps back and makes Jimin stand further in front and he wraps his arms around Jimin’s body and rests his chin on the younger’s shoulder.

Jimin tenses a bit, gulping down dryly before listening to Yoongi sighing in content. So he allows himself to relax. Yoongi is enjoying his time with Jimin so he can relax. He leans back further into him and relaxes completely.

The aquarist first entertains people with a small show with otters and then he informs them about the otters. Then he shows how to feed the otters carefully without being bitten by them. Very little people volunteer to do it because they were still afraid of it.

The instructor slowly coaxes them and say its safe to go and feed them. Little girls and boys move in front one by one to feed the otters. Honestly, Yoongi doesn’t know what’s so fun to see otters being fed but he doesn’t comment. Instead, he tries to keep up with Jimin moving around a lot in his place to get a view.

Yoongi chuckles, “Sunshine, why don’t you feed them as well?” He asks and Jimin stops, turning around with wide eyes.

“Yoongi, only children are feeding, I'll look stupid!” Jimin scolds him, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Well, you’ll look stupid even if you stand here and jump to see it,” Yoongi shrugs before realising what he has said. “Not that you’re stupid because you’re not. I just-,”

“Will you come with me to the front?” Jimin cuts his off and asks.

“Yes!” He says with a moment of hesitation, “I’ll come with you the front,” Yoongi smiles and Jimin returns it before turning around and moving towards the front.

Jimin by far no means was afraid. He gently pushed everyone aside by grumbling to either touch the damn thing or move away. Yoongi couldn't help but chuckle at the sudden change demeanour. But he came back to his angel self when it was his turn. He sat on his feet and took the fish from instructors hand and followed the instructor’s guidance.

He basically swings the fish in his hand until the otter jumped out of the water and took it between its paws. Jimin clapped for him and laughed when the water splashed onto him. Somehow amongst everything going on, Yoongi has his phone already out and recording it.

He immediately stopped recording once Jimin turns back to him with a smile. A blush creeps upon Yoongi’s face when Jimin asked if he was taking his pictures. Yoongi answered yes and Jimin asked him to forward it later.

When they leave the pool area, Yoongi decides to eat something before venturing further. Even when Jimin whined and said that they’ll miss the dolphin show. Yoongi gave him the option of either seeing dolphin show or mermaid show because if they go see the dolphin show and come back to eat, they’ll miss the mermaid show and Yoongi is really hungry.

Jimin agrees to Yoongi’s idea of seeing mermaid show. So they move towards the food court area and took a seat before deciding what to eat from many options. Jimin was against eating seafood, not like he eats anyway, but he somehow has persuaded Yoongi to not eat seafood today explaining how the fishes could sense their dead friends being eaten or something. Yoongi gave an ugly scowl to Jimin but he still didn’t eat for his sake.

During the time in the food court, Jimin explained how it’s his first time ever been to an aquarium because due to the financial crisis, his father promised but he couldn’t take all of them. So he’s a little excited today and hopes Yoongi doesn’t mind it. To which Yoongi wanted to ask if little is even the correct term for it. But he didn’t embarrass him, he felt awe when Jimin talks about all the fishes they saw on their way and he feels like he has done something right in his life.

He promised Jimin that he would take him to all the places he has not visited. Even though he is broke, he can work something out, but if the reaction is like this, then Yoongi would go to any extent to make Jimin excited and happy. He would even fucking buy him a land on the moon if Jimin wants that.

Quickly after eating, Jimin and Yoongi leave for the mermaid show. Somehow, being short heighted, they make it to the front in the same position as before. Yoongi stands behind Jimin and wraps his arms around him. It feels normal to do, especially with the way Jimin gets so pliant and comfortable to lean back even more.

The mermaid show was basically about the story of mermaid survival in the sea water and how they live among other fishes. In the midst of the show, Jimin had leaned away from Yoongi, looking in awe and anticipation. Yoongi just pulls him back. Jimin is as invested in the whole show as the young children in front of them. Instead of watching the show, Yoongi decides to watch Jimin.

And yeah, call him cliche, but Yoongi thinks this view is far better than the show in front of him. Especially when Jimin would giggle and clap when a good scene occurs, or he would furrow his eyebrows, and chant no, no, no when something bad is happening to the mermaid. Yoongi is simply mesmerized by Jimin. People around the college say that Jimin is a bit childish, doing aegyo and stuff and whining like a kid half of the time, that he has more femininity in him than more masculinity like it should be. That he’s so fucking cheery and annoying with his voice and laughter.

But you know what? Yoongi lives for it. He fucking waits for Jimin to come and spend time with him, he gets anxious when Jimin doesn’t come to the studio, for he feels he has upset Jimin somehow. But when Jimin comes, it’s like Christmas came early. He would chatter away about his day, and Yoongi would pretend to work, but he would eagerly listen to Jimin’s story. He would make lame jokes to see Jimin laugh because he knows Jimin would. He lives to see Jimin gets bratty and pull out his aegyo card to get what he wants because the brat knows that no one would resist him. Yoongi indulges Jimin, he fucking lives for Jimin being happy.

When the show ended and the mermaid was bowing to the audience, Jimin was almost flailing around and clapping, saying how cool and pretty it was. Yoongi looks around in embarrassment and sighs when people confusingly looks at them, especially a 21 years old man acting like a 7 Years old.

“You’re loud,” Yoongi comments and start pulling Jimin away.

“I get a little excited!” Jimin defensively says the infamous pout makes its way on his lips. Fuck.

“Little, sunshine?” Yoongi teases.

And for the rest of the day, they looked around the other parts of the giant aquarium building, they saw penguins and dolphins and many other shows being performed that day. Even when Yoongi was dead tired and his feet hurt, he didn’t let it show, instead he went around with a hyperactive Jimin.

At the end, when everything was closed down, they went to the souvenir shop to look around. While they separated for a little while, Jimin looked around to see if he could buy something for Yoongi. Because the latter had done so much for him today, he felt like he needed to show that he appreciates Yoongi’s effort. He’s pretty sure he has been a pain in the ass and Yoongi is regretting his decision. Which obviously makes him sad, feeling like this is the last and first time this will be happening. But then too he’s glad, because it was the best of best dates and he’s not being bias, absolutely not.

On the other hand, Yoongi was at the plushies section, looking at the different plushies to buy for Jimin when his eyes landed on a dolphin. He remembers from a few hours ago, when they saw dolphin from far, how Jimin was excited, saying dolphins are his favourite mammals and how he would go to the beach in his hometown and wonder if they would come to shore, but of course it was when he was little. He also mentioned he has seen a lot of documentary on dolphins. How boring and fucking cute.

When they meet at the counter, Jimin looks at the giant dolphin in Yoongi’s hand and widens his eyes.

“Hyung, who’s that for?” Jimin asks, eyes suspiciously.

“For you, of course,” Yoongi answers and keep the plushie on the counter for payment.

“No, hyung, don’t buy for me,” Jimin says, taking the plushie from the counter.

“Why not?” Yoongi asks, snatching the plushie from him. “Didn’t you say you liked dolphins?” Yoongi looks at him in question, “Is there something else you like? You can look around and tell me, I’ll get for you,” He assures him, taking the plushie to keep it back.

“No, hyung. I like dolphins,” Jimin informs. “You just don’t have to buy for me,” He says, feeling a bit sad because his gift is so small compared to Yoongi’s.

“I don’t have to,” Yoongi agrees, “But I want to, sunshine, so let me,” Yoongi smiles and squeeze his hand before turning around to pay. Jimin goes back to the entrance of the shop because he couldn’t look at the price and feel not guilty. He looks at the gift in his palm and sighs.

“What happened?” Yoongi asks after purchasing that giant plushie, “You don’t look happy,” he notices and unconsciously cups Jimin’s cheeks with his unpreoccupied hand. Jimin instinctively leans. “I’m sorry if I’m forcing you to have it, I can go and give it back,” Yoongi says and caresses his soft skin.

“No, hyung. It’s fine, I’m fine. I’m just a little tired now,” He fakely yawns to prove it.

Yoongi nods, “Then let’s take you back to your dorm, yeah?” Jimin nods and they exit the building.

While waiting for the last bus to come, Yoongi gives his gift to Jimin as a souvenir for their first date. Since he’s not a man of many words, he just thanks Jimin for letting him take the latter to the date and being such a delight, with a teasing tone.

Jimin was a blushing mess, trying to look away from Yoongi so he doesn’t see it. Yoongi does and smiles. Jimin consciously links their pinky together, feeling rather overwhelmed now even though they were cuddling back in the aquarium. But since now the hangover of seeing fishes and the aquarium is over, he is suddenly pulled back to reality. When Yoongi doesn’t pull back he feels himself relax until the former suddenly intertwine their fingers.

On the way to the university, Jimin rests his head on Yoongi’s shoulder while the latter smiles and pats his head, hands still linked together.

Yoongi goes as far as to walk Jimin to his dorm even though Jimin whined and said he could go alone. But Yoongi wanted to be a gentleman until the end. So they walked through the deserted corridor, while Jimin cuddled the plushie and swung their linked hands back and forth.

Arriving at Jimin’s room, suddenly everything was 10 times more awkward. It was obvious they didn’t want to end the night, but Jimin has morning classes and he needs to attend those. Yoongi nervously played with Jimin’s small fingers.

“I hope it was fun for you,” He mumbles, not daring to look into the younger’s eyes. “I can be a little asshole but I swear I didn’t mean anything bad...I was nervous,” He explains, giving a brief look at a very dazed Jimin. The younger couldn't believe that his hyung was nervous about the whole date. If anything, Jimin was crushing on him for two years now, so it should have been him being a clumsy and blushy mess, which he was. But he doesn’t mind seeing Yoongi blush now.

“It was the best,” Jimin agrees, showing a thumbs up and Yoongi nods. He scratches his neck out of nervous and wonders if it’s time to leave.

“I’ll see tomorrow then, sunshine?” He says, moreover asks because he was not sure himself where to take this now. They were on a date for the first time and Jimin is a very precious friend to Yoongi, so he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship out of romantic feelings.

“Lunch date, hyung?” Jimin eagerly asks.

Yoongi snorts, “You’re quite demanding,” He says and crosses his arms.

Jimin nervously chuckles, “I can be a handful,” He agrees. “If you don’t want to…,” He trails off, gesturing between them nervously.

“I want to,” Yoongi interrupts his idea immediately. “I want to do this Jimin, if I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have asked you out. I don’t mind you being a handful because I want to take care of you, so would you please let me?” He comes closer to Jimin and holds his waist.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that,” He looks on the verge of crying, with the way his voice was choking him.

“I’m sorry, sunshine.” Yoongi apologises and brings his face closer to Jimin. “I’ll make up for everything, yeah?” He smiles and leaves a peck on Jimin’s nose.

“You better,” Jimin hits him lightly on shoulder and huffs, trying to control his tears through laughter.

“I’ll get going then,” Yoongi says and moves back to leave. “Take care, I’ll see you on that lunch date,” He promises and squeezes Jimin’s hands.

“Hyung,” Jimin steps forward and the said but turns in question, “I’ve something for you as well,” He takes from his front pocket and hides in his fist. “It’s not much, I’m sorry...I just thought of you when I saw it and...it’s really not much, not at least how much you’ve done for-,”

“Am I getting my gift or not?” Yoongi cuts him off and pouts childishly. Jimin giggles and open his palm to show a small silicon dolphin.

“It’s a USB,” He explains and opens tail part to show the USB. “Like I said, it’s not much. You produce songs and stuff, so I wanted to get you this, I don’t know if you need this though,” Jimin furrows his eyebrows for a moment and pout, thinking if he bought a wrong gift. “But if you do use whenever, I hope you remember today and me,” He shyly finishes and waits for Yoongi to take it.

Yoongi does, “So basically you thought of yourself,” Yoongi concludes, looking at the cute USB and then Jimin with an expectant look.

“No!” Jimin flails, trying to hold his giant ass plushie, “You always complained about how the dance club takes your USB but never returns. So I bought you one, it wouldn’t make a difference...you know what, hyung? Forget it, it's a stupid gift,” He takes the USB from Yoongi’s hand and glares at it with a pout. Suddenly he’s angry at himself for being such a stupid person. Who buys USB as a gift?

“Heyyy!” Yoongi complains and snatches it right back from Jimin. “It’s my gift!” Yoongi unconsciously pouts and inspects the USB again. Jimin whines about how stupid it is, and he’ll buy something better but Yoongi is relentless. “No, I wanted a USB but I was too lazy to go around buy, so thanks, Jiminie,” He genuinely says and pockets the USB carefully.

“Hyung, please give it back, I’ll get you a better gift,” Jimin pouts in his plushie, looking frustratedly cute.

“You can buy me more gifts, but I’m keeping this one,” Yoongi assertively says, “It’s from our first date,” He moves towards Jimin and hold his face, caressing his bottom lip so the pout could be gone. “Maybe I’ll produce songs for you and save it in it, hmm?” Hearing that, Jimin clears the pout and give a shy smile.

Jimin finally agrees Yoongi decides it's time to leave so he raises himself a bit to kiss Jimin’s forehead and mumbles and goodnight against it. Jimin sighs in relief. But before they could part ways, Jimin holds Yoongi’s arm and pulls him and gives a hasty kiss on his cheek, then opens the door to his room and slams in Yoongi’s face, heart beating louder than before. Yoongi stays on his spots for exactly 5 more minutes before he starts breathing again and ask himself to calm down and not combust.

Next day, lunch date was interrupted by their friends at whom Yoongi scowls harder and pouts. Jimin just giggles and tells them about the date and what they saw and praised Yoongi.

“We should go on a double date!” Taehyung suggests while Jimin and Jungkook nod in agreement.

“Yes!” Jimin fists in the air. “We totally should,” He looks at Yoongi for confirmation.

“No,” Yoongi scowls and Jimin pouts.

“Why hyung?” He hears two whines, apparently one from Jimin and another one from Taehyung.

“Because I'm not getting paid enough for babysitting three toddlers at once,” He says and turns back to his lunch.

Jimin stays angry at him till the end of the day while Jungkook shrugs him off and Taehyung, well he didn’t heed his comment and looked for places where they could go.

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Why is it so dry even when the date was in an aquarium? Sigh...

#yoonmin #yoongi #suji #jimin #bts #namjoon #seokjin #hoseok #taehyung #jungkook #yoonmin scenarios #yoonmin au #aquarium au #first date au #bangtan boys #YMSN2

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broken-by-her · 4 years

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My Dear Queen Chapter 1 (gxg)

Prologue: A disturbing letter

A/N: Hello! This is just something reaaaallly dumb I came up with when I had too much time to think. I know it's a bit poorly written, but please forgive me, I'm not a native English speaker or a professional writer. Still, I hope you'll enjoy it!

(You can find the finished story on Wattpad, Ao3 or fanfiction.net. Also, it’s very gay.)

Dear Queen Elsa,

The Ovrilonian Empire has an undeclinable offer for you. I'm sending a few of my people to the beautiful kingdom of Arendelle, and by the time you're reading this letter, they already left Ovrilon. Don't worry; I promise no harm will come to you or the people of Arendelle.

Peacefully,

Wulfacar Reeve

King of Ovrilon

Elsa grunted in frustration as she closed the letter and threw it to somewhere less important. What does that barbarian Wulfacar want from me? It's only been a few months since her coronation, and a threat is already rising on the horizon.

Ovrilon's not famous for its peaceful nature, and the letter, which sounded quite hostile to Elsa didn't help at all. Ovrilon is about three days from here if they decide to come on ships, and four on horses. Arendelle probably has less than two days to prepare for the arrival of the not too friendly guests, which is clearly not enough to set all of their defences.

They have three options: one, try to prepare for a fight. Two, leave everything behind and run for their lives. Three, hope that the Ovrilonian king's intentions are peaceful, which is quite unlikely coming from a place that is famous for claiming territories and killing innocent people.

Elsa knows that there's only one trustworthy person in the world who would help her make the decision, and that's her not-so-little sister, princess Anna. The strawberry-blond haired girl is not as mature as the queen herself, but she's definitely better when it comes to figuring out people.

The young queen stood up from her plush chair and made her way towards Anna's bedroom. She knocked, then called out for her sister. "Anna? Are you in there?"

"Just a moment!" After a few moments and some weird sounds, the girl opened the door with a wide smile. "Hi!"

"Hey."

"You're probably here because of the accident. Well, I just wanted to say that it wasn't my fault and-"

Before Anna could continue whatever she's talking about, Elsa cut her off. "What? No, I'm here because I need you to help me with deciding something."

"Ohh!" Anna nervously giggled and let her sister into her room. "Nevermind what I just said. What can I help you with?"

Elsa sighed and let her sister close the door behind her. She walked towards the bed and sat down at the edge with a sad expression on her face. "I received a letter from Ovrilon. They are sending people to Arendelle because of an offer."

"Ovrilon? Do you mean the empire that always attacks other kingdoms?"

"Yes, Anna. And we're their new target, I'm afraid."

"Can I see the letter?"

"I-I left it in my room. But it has nothing important to say, really."

"If it's nothing important, then why do you think it's a threat? I know you want what's the best for Arendelle, but you are probably overthinking. Again."

"I-...Yes, you are probably right." She laughed nervously.

"Ohh, I know I am. But wait...it's almost the middle of the night. You were working until now instead of sleeping, weren't you?"

"Ahem, maybe."

"Elsa, you need to rest."

"But-"

"No buts, Elsie." The queen rolled her eyes at the childish nickname. "Now, get yourself comfortable, you're sleeping here tonight!" How could anyone decline a person like Anna? Elsa thought.

"Okay, okay, I'll stay here with you. But only with one condition." She held up her index finger and her lips curved up into a smile. "What was that accident you were talking about?"

#frozen #frozen elsa #Elsa #Queen Elsa #disney elsa #elsathesnowqueen #elsa x oc #they're lesbians harold

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grant-spiraltf · 7 years

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Hercules

Here’s a story for the magnificent @mrcavanaughtf who had this particular request.

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O.M.G. That hunk on Grindr FINALLY reacted!!! He’s hot like a model, smart like a scientist and such a smooth talker! And listen to his reaction to my messages! “Hi, I think you look pretty great” OMG!!! “But I’m sorry to tell you that you’re not my type” oh… Shit. Well that sucks. I’m trying to keep my cool but fuck it. I’m alone in the house, i can cry whenever I feel like it! Soon the tears have completely soaked the pillows on my bed, but after what feels like days of non-stop crying I finally muster the strength to get up and walk to the kitchen to eat. I throw some stuff in the microwave and see that I actually only cried for around 20 minutes. I throw myself on the couch while I wait for the food to be done, I turn on the television and watch some WWE. It’s my secret escape from all the heartbreak Grindr has brought me, seeing all of those hot men try to be the alpha and dominate the other really turns me on. I’m already edging when I hear the announcer say the name of my favourite one, Zack Ryder. Oh Zack, if I were even close to your perfection I’d have no problems picking anybody up on Grindr. I give my cock one last tug before cum shoots out over Zack and someone else, but I’m too spent from my orgasm to actually pay attention, let alone clean up. “If only I were nearly as hot as you, Zack” I mutter before I drift to sleep.

That’s it!

My eyes blast open and I run to the attic, stumbling up the stairs as I rush towards the suitcase my grandma left to me in her will. She told me there was some sort of magic potion inside which would allow me to get the man of my dreams. Grandma was the only one I told about my sexuality and she was super proud of me for trusting her. Soon after she passed away though and I went off to college, where I live in a small condo with attic, rented just outside the campus.

I open the suitcase and there’s a note with the wavy handwriting of grandma, ensuring me of how much she loves me and that I need to drink the potion, say what I wanted to happen and just let the magic do what it’s supposed to do. Luckily she left a little chart of rules, and for possession the rule was that I needed to actually touch the person I wanted to become. Well that made matters a lot worse for my plan, didn’t it.

It’s surprising how easy it is to meet a celeb. I contacted his manager, told them how much of a fan I was (even threw in some random facts that only the big fans would know because luckily, I’m quite the fan) and a few days later here I am, walking down the hallway of his house towards the gym where I could hear the sounds of lots of cushioned blows originating from. I opened the heavy door and saw a wresting ring, a moving punching bag and a LOT of mirrors. I cough and the punching bag stopped moving and seconds after the handsome head I have cum on loads of times pops up behind it, his confused gaze quickly becoming the confident smirk suiting his persona. “Hi! My manager told me about this super fan that would be visiting? I guess that’s you hahaha, otherwise I should have a good chat with my security” Zack bellows a laugh and I awkwardly mimicked, quite concerned to make sure Zack wouldn’t notice my boner. “So, I usually don’t really do this, would you like to train a bit with me?” Zack suggested, and I of course eagerly accept.

He went really easy on me of course, more focused on blocking my attacks and countering them by slapping my open spots than actually trying to win. I got tired after a bit and I went back into the corner, making a gesture meaning that I have to quickly drink something and Zack nods, turning around to rest and drink too. I take advantage of the fact that I’m not being watched and I quickly drink the potion, wiping the little residue that’s left on my chin away with the towel. I quickly move over Zack, but when I’m in the middle Zack hears my steps and stands up resume the fight. I have no choice but to fight, hoping that I get a chance to grip his arm or something before the potion works off.

After 10 minutes of intense trying, I finally find an open spot in his defence, and grab his ankle. Zack falls back and laughs, but his smile quickly becomes a grossed out grimace when he hears me say “I want to possess Zack Ryder.” “The fuck?! What kind of gay shit is that!” Zack screams, trying to kick my hand away but realising it has merged. I quickly go in for a kiss because I know that he won’t be able to get me off and our lips start merging while we make out, him screaming during it until my tongue hits his and our lips finally fully merge. The rest of my body quickly slips in his and after a few seconds all that’s left of me is the clothes that I was wearing, laying on top of a very aroused Zack. I stand up in my new body and decide to fully test my strength.

“Now this display of raw masculinity sure will make that model think twice about rejecting me.” I flex in the mirror a few times and hear Zack in the back of my mind struggle with adjusting to his new life. I grab my phone, open Grindr and send a few pics to the model with the text “What about now eh?”

This time it only takes him seconds to react, immediately asking to meet asap and showing immense needs to get my cock up his ass. Suddenly I feel a bit dizzy and I reach out to the mirror. I look back up into it and as sudden as it came, the dizziness went away. I look back at my phone and get grossed out by this fag that is sending me lewd pics of himself, trying to get me to fuck him. He’s a model or something, judging by the quality of most of the pics, but I’m FAR from interested. I tell him to fuck off and delete the app. Why the fuck did I have a dating app in the first place? I can get all the pussy I want!

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Hey dudes, just as a side note here, I’m not 100% sure if I’ll be able to write this Fridays and next Tuesdays stories, but I’ll try my hardest! Also about the anon requests, I prefer requests off anon so I can discuss my ideas further to optimise pleasure for you and perhaps talk about other stuff as well. If you don’t see these as necessary, I’ve turned anon on for a reason so you do you. Peace! ✌️

#gay to straight #tf story #muscle tf #wrestler tf #Zack Ryder #Possession

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drnightstone · 7 years

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★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

TAGGED BY: No one

Tagging: You!

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?: Gannar Spellbinder

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?: Ganarenen Saullonar

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? : Knowing the traditions of my family, it most likely came from numerological significance. After I was accepted as an apprentice on the Isle of Artaeum, I was given the title Spellbinder, and from there an one, I held it with pride.

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?: Uh, well, I am, I presume as you would say, single?

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES?: I am a master of the Mystic arts and do also dabble within the realms of Alteration and Illusion. As an apprentice, my eyes were damaged, after... a spell gone wrong. I was, well, blinded, in a way. My vision is now within a limbo between the spiritual plane and the physical.

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?: Once an arcane blue, now a pearlescent white.

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR?: Well, no. Not really... during my accident, my hair colour was affected as well. It is now a silvery white.

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?: Yes, my parents reside in the Kingdom of Cloudrest, as healers and priests. We do occasionally communicate through parchment, mostly my mother.

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: Yes, well, my family does. We have an owl named Esto, Maira the raven, and Laure the eagle. Ah, it has been a while since I have seen them glide through the skies.

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE: Uh, well let see. The Thalmor and the Aldmeri Dominion do look at us Psijics as diabolical cultists. Little do they realise that their shadowy cabal plays the other role within the song of Aurbis, but all are the hero in their eyes.

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?: I do enjoy quiet reading and writing. I always enjoy aiding the new pupils in their journey in studying the Arcane Arts. Meditation is always important for a Psijic like myself. It aids us in connecting our spirits with the sacred forces of Change.

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?: I... yes, I suppose my path has not been fair for many.

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE?: In cases of self-defence, when the power of language proves no effect, it is, sadly, the fate of the foolish and naive to die at the hands of my spells.

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?: Urm...A-Altmer?

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.: I am not sure. Perhaps it is when I hum when I read. Or when I can be of absent mind when meditating. Perhaps it is my lack of emotions and sense of “fun” at times. It all depends as to who you ask.

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE?: To worship common man is to go against the beliefs of the Old Way. Nevertheless, notable individuals for me have been Vanus Galerion, Sotha Sil, and Divayth Fyr.

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?: I’m not sure what you mean but those... words.

18. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY?: I am afraid such arrangements play no part in my life, as I have dedicated myself to the Arcane Arts and the Old Way.

19. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS?: As in those who look up to me? Well, yes, I suppose you can say that my students do look up to me, as I guide them through their path of study.

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?: I do tend to have a hard time tolerating rather large creatures...

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?: My Psijic Monk robes.

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?: As said before, I am not one for such arrangements.

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU?: I play no role in the Altmeri Caste system, for I am an Ouster in their eyes, but should I have continued my roles at the Crystal-Like-Law, I would have been of the Wise Caste. Regardless, not a moment presents itself where I regret my actions in joining the Order.

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?: Oh, I have lost count, I am afraid. My travels throughout Tamriel gives me the privilege of meeting many excellent characters.

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?: Have you tried the famous Summerset Rainbow Pie? It is delightful. Made with the combination of rabbit, beets, banana, and the rare Frost Mirriam. It is a rainbow of flavours.

27. FAVORITE DRINK?: Aetherial Tea. A special Altmeri brew which allows mages to focus, providing relaxing properties.

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?: Artaeum is an isle like no other. It is a land that abides no laws of time and space. It is filled with crystallised light, pocket realms, and coral trees, nestled in carefully cultivated landscapes. I still remember its idyllic orchards and clear pastures, still and silent lagoons, misty woodlands, and unique Psijic architecture that seems to be wondrous as well as natural to its surroundings.

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?: In what way?

31. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?: The lake is much more peaceful, still, and fresh. Perfect environment for a swim and relaxation.

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’?: I’m... not sure I understand your question.

34. CAMPING, OR INDOORS?: I do enjoy my time indoors ever so more.

35. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? Well, I am used to dealing with various curious minds, in my life. Not a day goes by where I am not aiding someone obtain more knowledge through the answers I provide for their questions.

#Gannar Spellbinder #OC #Altmer #Elder Scrolls #ESO #Psijic Order

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sleepymarmot · 6 years

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Twilight Mirage liveblog 3/5 (episodes 28-54)

28-35

I'm very excited for a series of solo episodes!

Don't know how I feel about the new Grand Magnificent tbh… This concept feels more conventional than the original one, and I'm worried the aspects of his character I found interesting won't be in focus anymore.

I had my problems with the previous system and how it flattened down emotions into inaccurate categories, but so far I'm not excited about the switch… Blades in the Dark's mechanics were kinda hard for me to follow by ear, and being unable to keep track of the gameplay by myself is unpleasant; and the new classes sound really dull compared to the ones in The Veil.

Iota's speech is strange… It sounds more like a simple copy-paste of real-life colonialism than the invasion described previously in the story. “They will ask you to give them a name like ours, they will ask to touch your bone” etc sounds nothing like Independence and its followers' modus operandi was, and, judging by the future tense, hasn't actually happened with the present time settlers yet – so where did that come from, in-universe? In fact, shouldn't her people have a relatively positive outlook on non-hostile outsiders, since they brought on the planet's golden age? Hopefully the following episodes will elaborate on this, because I've made peace with needing lore or plot points explained to me several times, but I need more clarity on big ideological question like this.

Gig is such a Chaotic Good!!

Buying sex is legal, normal & common in the utopia and Signet is a regular customer?! Fucking seriously?! I couldn't even focus on the episode for the next half hour and eventually turned it off because my thoughts kept returning to this and I kept seething with anger. Way to ruin the episode after I was so moved and intrigued by the intro…

They've been pretty careful with past spoilers this season, here's I think the first example: talking at length about the Hitchcocks, plural. Sure, it was only an episode three spoiler, but it was such a good reveal!

So, who actually printed out the ancient Quire people? Was it a political move from one of the sides?

No Austin you definitely have not mentioned Earth building a giant Dyson spehere around themselves!!! What the fuck :D

Everyone got a nice inconsequential vignette and Fourteen's scene had actual high stakes…

I really, really don't get what Seneschal looks like

After half a season of two separate parties and seven solo episodes it's so nice to hear everyone together!

Signet's look is absolutely not the kind of thing I imagined her wearing…

Please tell me someone has made an animatic about Even's hair tendril high-fiving Gig's eye

36-45

It's always cute when the first words after the intro are in that specific tone of voice that makes it obvious that at least 5-10 minutes before were spent in a lively conversation about some nonsense that finally was put to an end no more than two seconds ago (and then they talk about nonsense for ten more minutes lol)

I love this show's dedication to describing everyone's outfits in extreme detail at every opportunity

50k+ years later it's Art and Jack's turn to be the half of the party who walks right through the door and charm their way in lol. I hope they don't get shot or buy a bunch of torch units or something

I really like “finding a way to help a teenage community fit in the world” and “reconnecting a family and acquiring infrastructure for travel between planets” as the first projects; it really does convince you that these people have set out to make the world a better place (even if a lot of the time is actually spent pulling heists or fighting mechanical tigers).

Okay, the scavenger faction leader is literally a vulture, I get it.

What I don't get is why we are supposed to dislike that faction. There was some general “eh, they suck” said OOC during setup but we haven't actually seen them do anything bad! Show, don't tell! They need to, like, raid Big Garage and try to steal Gumption's arm if you want me to see them as an enemy.

Remember that nonsense I wrote about T. Rex in my C/w notes post? I can't believe they're doing basically the same joke on the actual show!

But how about… not capture or kill… but befriend the Axiom and/or release it into the wild… I know, I know, they can't travel far enough to move it to a safe distance from humans. But it just offends me on principle that after all that talk of diversity etc, when the characters actually meet a truly alien, unique species, they only consider the options of killing or capturing and exploiting them, and nobody even tries to ask “hey, shouldn't these creatures have rights, even if we are forced to disregard them in self-defence for the moment?” You know who I need to appear on screen ASAP? Bounty. Ask it everything! Does it remember being an Axiom? What did it feel like? What does it think about its transformation and new role?

I thought Grand's special gun was just Even's gun?

Did Janine just call Belgard Signet's “robot wife”? Hell yeah

Me for an hour straight, not having read the description: Blease Do Not Kill My Alien Child I guess that's at least postponed now though… The situation did immediately get mildly creepy again, which makes me concerned. Is this just a different reason to kill a different Axiom – to Free Innocents from a Lotus Eater Machine? I'm getting serious September flashbacks. Honestly, between this, the other team's arc which felt like a crossover about the Chime in Marielda, and everyone getting a personal mech, this half of the season is starting to feel like Counter/weight 2, which is sad because at the beginning the atmosphere was much more original. Also I miss Primary and Satellite's correspondence, it was such a good framing device and a touching relationship at the same time!

Polyphony's powers and way of thinking are more similar to Quire than anything else

I feel very relieved and vindicated by the direction this story took!

Hell yeah finally more about the Waking Cadent!! I've been waiting for that for how many episodes now? Now that we've seen her in person I hate her actually Amend that, I hate both Cadents. A plague on both their houses!

46-54

Good on you Even, what's even the point of a military background if you don't pull rank on some jerks

Am I glad to hear from the Rapid Evening again! Bold of Austin to assume we could forget who Primary and Satellite were Okay, I first had this question a ton of episodes ago, but now it is relevant again: does Grey know the contents of the previous Satellite's final message? She knows about its existence because the numbers match up (yeah I went back and checked), but does she know that Crystal Palace either made a colossal miscalculation about Independence's route or lied on purpose for some reason?

Wait, characters still have beliefs? I don't remember this coming up since the game change

I completely forgot about Tender's cyborg legs and also misheard “I have a fake leg” as “thick leg” and was like “Uh good for you but how's that gonna help?!”

Once again, Team Exploration goes ahead and leaves Team Heist without resources lol. What do you mean they're using our ship for an orbital drop? What do you mean they've taken all axiom scanners? :D Seriously though, it's a shame that the sessions were played in this order because in-universe I see no reason why they wouldn't say “Hey before you go after Acre Seven, let's fly over Terncage and do a scan real quick” (the range on the scanners is far enough for that, right?)

I don't get how Ache works. For Quire, it made what it wishes it could be, but for everyone else it just made evil clones vaguely themed after their regrets?

TENDER IS A GAY DISASTER I haven't heard such a spectacular meltdown since Calhoun probably, holy shit

TENDER IS A DISASTER SQUARED she starts talking to a woman and just doesn't stop! This is a great episode

I like how Gig immediately says no to the devil's bargain

Oh Signet disregarding the digital Blooming, you clearly haven't seen/read (the future version of) Solaris :D

Oh no, it's the Smiling God! Came to visit another podcast that used to have a personification of capitalism as a big boss evil god

A crit at the last possible moment, after a long string of 1s… Ali's dice see through the fourth wall!

I… didn't fully understand the reveal of how it was all connected

Okay, so the Dark Day could have been prevented by keeping the gun dealer priest alive and allowing him to arm the NEH so that it could take over Twilight Mirage and wouldn't need to activate plan B i.e. come here and block signal from the Crystal Palace? Correct? It makes sense now, but Our Profit seems to be from such a far future that I just can't imagine how this plan was created and put in place

O….k… I actually expected Grand to leave the team and go off on his own (or become an NPC) as a consequence of the holiday special if he was the sacrificed character instead of the Chthonic. But now that's kind of strange to hear after all that talk of redemption and second chances?

You get a status! And you get a status! Everyone gets a status!

Wow having a near death experience out of the blue is so relaxing for Fourteen! :D NEVER MIND HOLY CRAP I'm glad that at least Fourteen kept their signature move from The Veil. I was wondering what it would be like, and honestly expected it to be just thrown out

Excuse me, “Omega in Mass Effect 2” and “cool place run by trustworthy people” are literally opposite concepts, have we even played the same game

Grand: Who likes Fourteen Fifteen? Tender, not even letting him finish: ME!!!

Welp, my first guess about the Waking Cadent's identity was correct

Holy crap! I never realized Independence was in that one flashback episode of Counter/weight

#friends at the table #blah blah blah

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IT'S A BLESSING AND A CURSE BEING A(N) (ASIAN) SECOND-GENERATION IMMIGRANT

Scrolling through Instagram this morning, I came across a beautiful photo of a European town. I double-tapped on the image and then scanned over the caption. “XYZ location is such a beautiful town to visit although it was swarming with (Asian) tourists.” It made me undo my double tap.

All of a sudden, I was full of rage. Just the one word – Asian. In brackets. I wanted to angrily type a response to the Instagrammer – why do you feel the need to distinctively highlight the tourists as “Asian”? Would you have said the exact same thing if the location was swarming with British or American tourists or white people in general? I have no idea of the Instagrammer’s thought process when they were typing this caption and I know it was no direct insult to me personally. Yet, I still felt angry and hurt; similar feelings I’ve felt in the past. And it made me reflect on several of my past experiences, how these encounters have made me feel over time and how I’ve come to deal with it as I get older.

Do we still live in a world where we continue to define or emphasise stereotypes in the media? Unfortunately, yes. History has shaped social conceptions and misconceptions of race. The rituals and traditions of cultures and sub-cultures are more globally exposed thus positive and negative stereotypes have become more prominent and pervasive. Society exacerbates these stereotypes in the media, in films and in the news. I don’t believe that all representations are intentional, whether accurate or inaccurate, complimentary or belittling. H&M recently received public backlash for an advert showing a black child in a green hoodie bearing the slogan “Coolest monkey in the jungle”. The retailer publicly apologized and withdrew the images. The beauty and the ugliness of language and imagery allows opportunity for semantics and insinuations where one can tread a fine line between a careless insult and deliberate racial abuse.

I am Asian. There’s no doubt about it. I have a Chinese name, my family hand out red packets during celebratory occasions, we burn paper money at our ancestors’ graves and boy, do we know how to eat! But I’m also Australian. An identity and culture which I more strongly identify with than with my Asian heritage. I live for days spent at the beach in my ‘cozzie’, playing beer pong with my mates and eating Vegemite on toast. I’ll devour smashed avo at brunch and I’m a down right snob about my flat white.

I’m a second-generation immigrant. My parents are Chinese, as are my grandparents who fled Mao’s reign in the 1950s for the warm shores of Fiji. My parents were born and raised in Fiji but immigrated to Australia in the mid-1980s. My parents’ families speak different dialects. English is their third language and they speak, read and write it fluently. When my parents met, they communicated in English as this was their common language. My brothers and I were born and raised in Australia. English is our first language.

I’m often asked whether I speak any Chinese. Unfortunately it’s only a handful of Cantonese words that hardly appease my maternal grandmother. A while ago, I asked my mother why she didn’t send my brothers and I to Chinese school when we were kids. She simply replied, “They wouldn’t take you. Unless you had a basic speaking level, they wouldn’t accept you at the school”. My parents’ reasoning was that if we were to live in Australia, assimilation would be easier if we could speak the official language of their adopted country.

At primary school and high school, I didn’t have any Asian friends. We lived in an area predominantly occupied by Anglo-Saxons. My childhood included piano lessons, playing netball and participating in Little Athletics under the Aussie sun. I’ve never dated Asian boys. Not because I was actively avoiding them but because I genuinely didn’t know any. My Oriental social circle was certainly lacking until my corporate career when Asian colleagues would comment “Jasmine, you can hardly call yourself Asian!”

I’ve referred to myself as a banana; yellow on the outside, white on the inside. Perhaps a mild form of self-deprecation, this analogy speaks truth for myself and perhaps my second-generation Asian immigrant peers. I oscillate between exhaustion and bemusement at strangers’ fascination of my distinct lack of Chinese language skills despite my appearance. I’ve learned to choose my battles and to pointedly ignore snide remarks.

Negative stereotypes are the ones that always seem to stick in our minds and once there, it’s difficult to remove or alter. Asians make cheap products. Asians are dirty polluters. Asians take photos of their food. Asians travel in large groups and flood large tourist cities. Asians are bad drivers. Asians make peace signs in all their photos. Asian parents are strict and make their kids study all the time. Asians slurp their food.

Admittedly, there are times when I cringe at the sight of a fellow Asian fuelling a negative stereotype. Is this hypocritical? Of course it is. Can one be racist of their own race? I would argue yes, particularly if one actively fights the stereotypes attached to their race because they themselves don’t want to be associated with such characteristics. Dealing with ignorant people who attach stereotypes to you and who have the temerity to mock you based on how you look is demoralising and tiresome.

Boys pulled their eyes sideways and wagged their heads at me in the playground. Friends have defended me from racial slurs at band camp. I’ve had my Australian citizenship and visa eligibility questioned at a scroungy pub in Bristol. I get tired of hagglers in foreign cities crying “Ni Hao!”. I’ve been handed a Japanese landing card on board a Jetstar flight and a Korean tourist information brochure was stuffed into my hand upon arrival in Zagreb. Recently, I was yelled at in the streets of Amsterdam, “Fuck off China bitch! Leave here and die!”. I do think the man was drunk (let’s give him the benefit of the doubt) but drunkenness is never an acceptable reason nor an excuse for racism. If anything, when a person is sozzled, their true feelings and opinions are voiced.

I’d be one of the first to raise my hand and admit to a lack of general knowledge of my Asian peers, the health of its economy or of our history spanning thousands of years and countless traditions and customs. What you may or may not know is that the invention of gunpowder is attributed to the Chinese. Asians gave us dumplings, fried rice and sushi. Chinese tourists currently contribute approximately AUD $9 billion to Australia’s national economy, with this figure set to increase to around AUD $13 billion by 2020. There are now 637 Asian billionaires, outnumbering fellow billionaires in the United States and Europe. Asia produced Jack Ma and Alibaba and China’s potential as the world’s next major superpower has been long debated.

Yes, it now sounds that I’m leaping to the defence of my Eastern counterparts but how can one not take a stand after years of bearing the brunt of stereotypes irrevocably tied to me based on how I look? Just because I have slanty eyes and take pictures of my food doesn’t mean that I automatically like eating chicken feet and drinking bubble tea (I don’t like chicken feet or bubble tea).

There have been times where I have tried to downplay my “Asian-ness” and other moments when I have staunchly defended it. Accepting my background and figuring out who I am, my identity and how I fit in has been and continues to be a steep learning curve. Despite there being arguable gaps in my Chinese-icity and my past encounters with racist behaviour, I consider myself blessed to feel an affinity to two cultures. I celebrate Chinese New Year and Australia Day. I’ll happily feast on char siu bao, siu mei and wonton one day and carve up a steak with a schooner the next. I’ll always be exasperated when assumptions are made about me based on certain Asian stereotypes but I also roll my eyes when native English speakers in adulthood (still) don’t know the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ as well as ‘their’ and ‘they’re’. And don’t even get me started on the use of the apostrophe.

Nowadays, almost everything is on social media. Every move, every photo, every word is scrutinised. If you’re going to share your opinion, that’s fine. You’re well within your rights. I just ask that you take a pinch of compassion, a few spoons of empathy, a cup of respect and a dose of common sense (this ingredient may be a bit harder to source) before stirring with some objectivity and clicking ‘Share’. If you choose not to follow this method, no doubt people will tell you anyhow whether they like your recipe or not.

The one thing I am most grateful for in life is my education. I can never thank my parents enough for granting me the privilege of an education in a first-world economy. But it wasn’t just the opportunity to learn how to read and to write. They also gifted me with the courage to embrace my Chinese ethnicity and the strength to fly the nest and take on the world. They never tried to deny or squash out the Asian-ness and have led by example. There will always be haters in the world but you need to pick yourself up and forge ahead. Don’t feel malevolent towards those who consciously or unconsciously speak or act in a prejudiced manner. Don’t wish them ill-fortune but wish for them to learn empathy and compassion.

This world is not perfect and neither am I. I am grateful to have been born in an era whereby societal norms, attitudes, views and expectations have rapidly progressed in the realms of gender equality, feminism and the legalization of gay marriage. I’m thankful to live in a time in which multiculturalism, diversity and globalization is on the rise. There are more cross-cultural relationships, flexible working arrangements are not unheard of, and fathers can be stay-at-home dads. Racism, sexism and other forms of prejudice will always exist. The exposure to biased news, propaganda or the influence of another’s views and beliefs can incite fear and ignorance. But if modern day society has proven anything, it has demonstrated that governments and institutions can affect change. People can affect change. Views and attitudes can shift but there also needs to be a willingness to be open-minded and accepting of difference.

When I eventually visit my homeland, I endeavour to take an open mind with me. I hope to fully embrace my origins and immerse myself in Chinese culture, without forsaking my ties to Australian culture. I feel sad knowing that many Chinese traditions and customs will die with my generation. It’s likely that my children will be half-Chinese and they will know even less than me. But should they be subject to even half the intolerance and ill-will that I have endured, I hope that they will be imbued with the strength, courage and tenacity to deal with the stereotypes and labels attached to being a (half-Asian) third-generation immigrant.

#Asian #Immigrant #second-generation #personal story

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