#( ✦ be careful what you wish upon a star for : memes

[krenenbaker]

Why Trey's a Weirdo

@wordycheeseblob your question on that Trey meme led me to write up a little analysis on Trey! I admit, I got a little carried away with this ^^;

Okay, so! On the topic of Trey being a freak/definitively not "normal", there are a number of different things you could look at. It's up to personal interpretation, but generally, there are some things that point to him being absolutely WEIRD.

The most obvious aspect is the teeth thing. We all know he's, uh, very fond of teeth. While that's odd, there are - in my opinion - other things that make him far stranger.

Trey can be considered kind of freaky because of how perceptive and clever he is, specifically because he hides this fact. He sees what people do, he understands the cause-and-effect of things, and he uses that information to reach his goals - mostly, avoiding conflict. I'd say he's honestly rather Machiavellian. Looking at everything from his Labwear vignette, to his Wish Upon a Star vignette, to Vil's Labwear vignette, Trey is shown to manipulate situations and people around him, in order to keep the world around him in the state he wishes. He's also quietly very violent and vengeful, as suggested with his desire to continue with the Spelldrive/Magift match at the end of Book 2, for the express reason to use magic against those he felt anger towards.

That's not to mention his Unique Magic/Signature Spell - it's perception manipulation, plain and simple. That's both terrifying, and honestly pretty strange. Especially considering how he uses it on his dormmates... DEFINITELY not something a "normal" person does.

Trey also is strange in how normal he appears. He is unusually humble, caring, and competant... to a suspicious level. He intentionally tries to make himself seem "normal" (ex. Trey's Halloween vignette). And he also ASSERTS how normal he is multiple different times. Most of the time, if people genuinely point out that you're eccentric or odd or somehow not normal, many times... chances are you're not the "normal" person you think you are.

There are a few more things that could also be added, but these are my main arguments on Trey's "normal" vs "weirdo" status ^w^ There IS a reason why he's at the top of Idia's (I don't remember the exact phrasing) "Turbo sus vice housewardens to be avoided" list, after all. He's just as weird as Jade or Rook, simply better at hiding it.

[afreakingdork]

You Are My Sunshine, My Only Moonshine - Chapter 2

RotTMNT x Reader

Michelangelo is nothing but art in this chapter art by @kaysdenofchaos

Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Michelangelo (TMNT)/Reader, Michelangelo (TMNT)/You, Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Donatello (TMNT)/You

Warnings: POV Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Anxious Reader, Introverted Reader, Stuttering, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Unrequited Love, Rejection, Aromantic Asexual Michelangelo (TMNT), Bisexual Donatello (TMNT), Pansexual Leonardo (TMNT), Lesbian Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit, Demisexual April O'Neil (TMNT), Implied Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit/April O'Neil/Sunita, Endgame Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Romantic Love, Platonic Love, Panic Attacks, Sexuality Crisis, Agoraphobia, Social Anxiety, Happy Ending, Fluff

Synopsis:  You’ve lost most of your life to anxiety and fear. Now, in your late 20s, you are desperate to reclaim it and during one such outing you encounter the sun personified. With his and his similarly celestially inspired family, will you finally reach your goal or will you lose yourself along the way?

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Done on a whim, it was almost strange how right you’d been when comparing Mikey to the sun. He was a beaming hot star in the sky and he touched the land with his warmth, giving rise to life itself. For whatever reason he extended this beam to you and you were now what you dubbed as his outing friend. A term that was never spoken aloud and therefore not official, you only ever saw Mikey in the context of events. They were meant to thrust you into life and the sun, a gaseous ball that existed with or without you, happened to cast its life giving properties in your direction.

As such, the fear of sunburn, an easy retribution for more time in it, meant that your fraternization wasn’t always the best thing. Overall, the benefits of daily sun intake outweighed such things, but you wished you had been given more time to apply the protective balm necessary. Without aid, you were fast tracking social interactions at a near breakneck pace. Gone were the warm-ups or slow care you required to manage. Instead, Mikey barreled forward as an unrelenting force.

It started with that painting class. Your first invite, you hadn’t really taken into account when ‘next week’ was. Since Pasta Fest had occurred on a Friday, the text saying the class was Tuesday wasn’t technically incorrect, but only four days to prepare seemed absurd. It had taken you over a month to go out for Italian and that mental fortitude was built on an even longer stretch of yearning. Now, not only would you be denied a recovery time, but you also needed to get ready in the blink of an eye. The shortened shift balanced the scales as it was difficult to worry about the logistics of going when you didn’t even know what to wear. Having never painted in a class setting, you weren’t sure what was necessary from clothing to materials.

You had tried to text Mikey what details came with the class, but he was either oddly cagey about it or simply didn’t consider things from your perspective. The latter seemed more apparent as his responses came carefree on how not to worry followed by a sea of memes. It left you raiding your closet. Finding something loose that you wouldn’t mind getting paint on, you took it upon yourself to research the class. The internet told you little more than it was an introduction to oils, so you were left to self-soothe with an endless playlist of painting videos going non-stop until just before the class.

Meeting outside the school, Mikey appeared in casually cut clothes that fit his laid back attitude. Those pieces were then sparked with loud prints or colors that accentuated his bold flare. Tonight’s ensemble illustrated such with lightweight cotton pants that were enveloped by a fuzzy sweater swarmed with giant smiley faces on it. Trying not to think the little dot eyes of them were following you, you were ushered through the door and straight to the correct room without having a fact check once. His confidence knew no bounds as did his reach. He greeted the professor by their first name and you were quick to find that art was yet another field he mastered.

Whisked around the class, Mikey gave you the ins and outs and seemed to know almost every member on a personal level. Those he did not, he introduced you both to and it felt as though you were being shopped around to potential suitors. You were regaled in seemingly outrageous ways he had connected with these people in a way that made you question his career. While he insinuated he was a chef, he was spoken of like some kind of vigilante jack of all trades.

Unsure of what to do with that information, you had little time to dwell as you were set up at an easel. Class began and you were finally given time to breathe. Instruction meant paying attention which quieted other thought. You only now needed to focus on execution. Oil was a slow drying and therefore forgiving medium which meant things could be changed. As long as you didn’t blend too much then you had a chance to repair. As a class for those new to the medium, you were thankfully given a single color palette to avert such a mistake and found comfort in brush strokes blotting little trees.

You’d almost started to enjoy it when a swing of your arm knocked over a jar meant to clean brushes.

A large glass affair, it shattered and spread on to the floor along with your horror. Scrambling so no one would get hurt, you shot forward to pick up one of the largest shards when your foot hooked the easel. In an instant, everything was on the floor, from your painting face down in the muck to your paints which resisted the water but smeared nonetheless on the concrete.

There was also yourself. You’d fallen to your hands and knees where water and paint was rapidly seeping into your outfit. Though it was one you prepared to lose, this wasn’t anywhere near the road you thought would lead to it. A drop was one thing, but you were now as painted as Mikey’s sweater with the entire class staring to boot. Trying not to cry over spilled paints, you used the last of your dignity to at least gather those shards when a canvas shoe stepped right in front of you.

Looking up and feeling the wet sheen on your cheeks, Mikey looked down sympathetically before he dropped. With spread fingers, he swiped through the paints and danced straight through the shards. While he seemed to worry not, you scrambled along the ground to grab the glass amongst the teacher’s worries for both your safeties. You lost sight of Mikey outside of ballet-like spins over your head, but in the process acquired most if not all the glass. 

When you finally rose dripping, he moved fluidly toward you and, in a spin and tip-toes, he brought you away from the mess. You both tracked paint, but after a quick trip to a trash can, Mikey released you. You then turned, now the right distance away to see a gorgeous swirling rainbow painted with your mess on the floor. Mikey had manipulated every bit of the spill into a large piece of artwork. 

“Right! Sorry about that, Diane! I’m done taking over so let me clean this right up. There’s one of those squeegee brooms in the hall closet, I can just-” 

Your head snapped to Mikey with the intent to exclaim on how he’d done this, but nothing came so he watched you with wide eyes until his lips rounded. 

“…or we could see about hydro dipping? Not sure it’ll work with this mix, but I couldn’t help but notice that bunch of white shirts over there!” He pointed to where a box was laying half open with a cloth sticking out of it.

“You apologize, but you take over my class yet again.” The teacher, Diane you supposed, mused with her hands on her hips. “Alright, we’ll try it, but you’re replacing the product before the tie-dye class!”

“Of course!”

Switching gears as if this was always the plan, everyone moved their easels out of the way and the class shifted to a more physical one. Discussing the golden ratio and what made Mikey’s floor masterpiece alluring, the teacher went on while you were stuck staring at the mutant who didn’t seem to notice. You meant to follow along, but there was a mesmerizing intensity to the affection on his face. 

Your next outing came as a Hockey game which you always knew was going to be a problem. When Mikey invited you, images of rowdy crowds and air horns filled your head. The ghosts of which echoed in your ears as you prepared your denial. Fingers flying over your phone’s keyboard, a text appeared in the awaiting window about how this game was hosted by the seemingly ambiguous family member who had stood him up for the painting class. It was intriguing enough to give you pause. 

Another message appeared, this time with Mikey moving to guilt by saying that he alone would have to be her hype man. The other family members were too booked to support this one and your fingers further slowed. With his usual steadfast nature, more texts soon followed noting that the game was on a Wednesday night, meaning it would be slow, and that it was in the children’s league, so there would be barely be a crowd. On your last leg of escape, he’d added that you both could sit anywhere and you were done for as you erased your negating message to pen one that agreed.

In return, he was kind enough to suggest dressing warmly.

Settled in a hoodie and having only minorly debated more layers, Mikey appeared outside the rink looking nonplussed which quelled a few of your nerves. His hands were buried into a particularly brightly tie-dyed hoodie which made you think he had not only been true to his word about replenishing shirt stock, but he had also been in Mrs. Diane’s other class . Wondering just how many hobbies Mikey had, your curiosity vanished when he offered to prepare you for what lay inside. 

Your heart soared. 

With an upheld finger, Mikey warned that Casey would lead a chant at some point and he would signal you when. It would be a whole affair, but the phrase would be something obvious. There was a chance that a guy running the camera would inevitably point it at you because the operator liked to harass shy patrons. You were to stay still if you appeared on the screen and Mikey would take the heat off. Your concerns about air horns were validated, but you were assured they’d be closer to the ice and telegraphed. 

Armed with knowledge, you entered through a pair of double doors and out along rink-side seats. Air cooled, but not enough to breathe smoke, Mikey led you up to a higher section with no one in it. About halfway up the back, you settled into a foldout seat and watched as kids skated around to warm up. Mikey whispered in your ear about which one was Casey and you found her to be a furious looking human woman with an undercut who would continually scream what sounded like battle cries. Trying and failing to ask Mikey exactly how she was related to him, the game started and an announcer came on.

The small crowd was a joyous one and you felt excited as the puck dropped. Sporting events weren’t something you ever attended because everything about them spelled anxiety induced doom, but in this setting it felt bearable. Everyone was shouting, especially the parents who had lined up rinkside, but you almost felt a cozy little barrier from them in your seat choice. In the snow globe, you were looking upon, Mikey was the painted sun in the corner trying to warm a nearly frozen day. Even as jack frost nipped your nose, you would be tempted out, just to soak up the ray where your life had been dreary for weeks.

You were mentally preparing to chance a cheer at the next point when a trumpet sounded to your right.

You jumped straight out of your seat at a height that caused it to fold back up. A drum then joined the horn and as you descended your bottom hit the chair’s lip. It then buckled so you could further drop and sprawl out. Your hands shot forward to grab the armrests in case you slid away and Mikey appeared over you, asking if you were alright. JHeart beating straight out of your chest, you only looked up at him with your lips about to part in a dry sob. 

You thought Mikey might help you up, but you watched determination grow on his brow. 

With a jump different from yours, he landed in a captain’s pose and looked out at the makeshift band. Spying them, he reached into his coat as if getting a telescope, but instead manifested a kazoo. He counted off with his teacher’s projection before playing a tune. Though the sound wasn’t near as loud as the instruments, something about Mikey’s command had caught the group’s attention. They quickly stopped their discordant sounds and picked up what had to be a known song for these events. You watched with warped awe as Mikey marched, without looking, overtop the armrests to lead the band. Only brave enough to sit up, you watched as the group’s spirits soared with their conductor.

Soon the music drifted to the ice where you heard Casey scream something about listening to the mystic warrior’s battle tune and rallied the kids to destroy their adversaries.

This then spurned the parents until everyone in the place was screaming after Mikey’s little chunk of plastic. The cacophony which should have suffocated you, instead made your heart race as it all felt like a grand escalation. Not the sign of the chant you’d been warned, but something else, a goal was scored just as the buzzer went off. The whole building erupted and, within only a single second of your confusion, Mikey lifted you clear off the ground to spin and explain that they won. Shouting back the question because you couldn’t believe it, he only reaffirmed before setting you down.

Quickly turning back to the ice, you found the kids all tackling each other in slips and slides before Mikey exchanged your body for your hand. You were pulled down to the rink where you didn’t have to fight the masses as they parted naturally for Mikey. Casey watched her kid’s dogpile approvingly and greeted Mikey by his color instead of his name. He introduced you and she immediately gave you a noogie. Crying in her arms over what social barrier you had mistakenly overstepped, she released the mess of you saying you were a good luck charm and she expected you at future games. Not sure how you’d handle that, you thankfully didn’t have to as more people appeared and the conversation moved away from your recurring attendance.

Exiting found you gushing to Mikey about everything you had seen. 

He was uncharacteristically quiet as he listened attentively with his hands in his hoodie pockets.

Your event successes were then cosmically balanced as you were forced to then cancel the next two events in a row.

The first being glass blowing, you especially felt terrible as this was their last public event before they had some sort of big project that would require full use of their studio. Every day a week up until the event, you’d tried to first ignore and then fend off your oncoming cold, but it was too late. Whatever bacteria that had taken root in your body triggered a fever the day of and even when you tried to ready yourself with a mask just to power through, you’d nearly collapsed in a coughing fit.

It meant that a phone call cancellation was out of the question and, for once, you were the one to send Mikey walls of texts in the form of at least three dozen separate apologies.

There was the non-refundable ticket price.

Your last minute abandonment.

The way you’d destroyed his only chance to go.

Swimming in a commingling of snot and tears from the exchange, Mikey sent you an audio response. Stopping crying only because you were forced to, you played it to find his lips a little too close to the microphone as he told you it was fine for what you quickly caught on was the exact number of apologies you had sent to him. Dotting the message off confirming that, he told you that money wasn’t really a thing to his family and that there would always be a next time.

Quickly writing back that he should go without you, another message popped up just as you hit send.

The play button on that one had a continuation where he explained the time limit to the spoken messages and that he’d rather wait for you with some cheesy line about it being an excuse to still see you four months from now. Laughing and then immediately choking for it, you thanked him and ordered yourself some soup from a place he recommended.

One had been fine, but two felt like pushing it.

Recovery came slowly for you, but you did eventually get better. The only thing was not all your ailments were of the tangible variety. Though your body had been repaired, your mind wasn’t so lucky and it was with utter dismay that you had to cancel your next event, a pottery class, simply because it was a bad anxiety day. Waking up knowing you were already in for it, you spent the day toiling in and out of attacks until the thought of even texting him was too much. You’d left work early to crawl into your bed to face the sea of brain inducing zaps and could only offer him stunted cancellation without grounds.

It took hours, but the next time you were able to bear looking at your phone it seemed the only thing that had kept Mikey from coming to see if you were still alive was that he didn’t know your address. Sending exhausted reassurances, you resisted promising a reschedule because it currently seemed like an impossibility.

Now standing in the face of a rock climbing wall, you almost wished it had been.

Guilt was the only thing that had gotten you here. You had been clear with Mikey that sporting events themselves were already not your thing and you thought by extension that participating in them yourself fell into the same category. Seemingly not, he’d pressed, not quite about your prior cancellations, but referring to coming here as the perfect way to catch up after not seeing each other for so long. Miserable and forced to confirm your attendance based on your delinquency alone, Mikey tugged on your harness.

“All good! Try for the first few hand holds and I’ll keep watch!”

Looking back at him with obvious horror, he only gave a thumbs up in response.

Returning to the colorful wads of gum that marked where you grab, you dusted your hands with a fine powder for traction before catching the first and trying to hoist yourself up.

After three consecutive falls where you never made it more than a foot off the wall, you were ready to throw in the towel.

Completely unperturbed, Mikey was walking you through his seventh explanation of how to do it when you heard someone scoff right behind you. Flinching into the fake rocks and knowing exactly why, you wished you could cave the whole system in and bury yourself.

“Some people just aren’t made to climb!” The voice spat before you heard an aggressive slap of someone latching onto the wall a little too close to you.

Further shirking away and into Mikey, he didn’t offer the least bit of comfort as he rounded you. “Have you been climbing long?”

Eyes cracking open a little, you couldn’t believe how even Mikey’s voice was.

He almost sounded friendly. 

“Years!” The man retorted proudly where he was somewhere up halfway already. “You have to understand. There should be kiddie hours and adult swim. Lately this place has been swarmed with newbies and they take up so much space!”

“That has to be frustrating, especially when you just want to climb.”

You stole a glimpse to find the offending man blink with a registration that his complaints had not only been noticed, but seemingly hadn’t been judged. “Yeah… I… work all day, ya know? I just want to burn off some steam somewhere where I can get some upper mobility!”

“I do.” Mikey nodded as if he were stuck in some dead end job.

Was that true?

What was happening?

One minute this guy hated your guts and the next he’s spilling his motives.

Mikey had only said a few words at most.

None of them seemed particularly targeted.

It was that way he had spoken.

He had some innate ability to manipulate exchanges to his favor.

If he wanted to make you feel welcome, you’d feel it the moment he spoke those words into reality.

Knowing the same had happened to you, you heard a holler and looked up to find both men now scaling the wall at an alarming degree. Mind spinning as Mikey wasn’t wearing a harness, the pair only gave a few grunts before Mikey leaped up and slapped a bell. You took two large stumbling steps back as Mikey then landed with a squat right next to where you had just been. 

Mikey rose all too easily from where he’d just leapt 18 total feet. 

Eyes blown wide, you stumbled toward him in a frantic check to make sure his bones weren’t out of place.

Mikey didn’t address you and instead threw up a radiant smile to the man still on the wall. “Told ya!”

“You win!” The guy laughed back down.

Scented with a certain amount of fear, you were filled in on the climbing competition that had been struck up and Mikey introduced the man with his first and last name. Unable to believe this was someone Mikey already knew, you quickly found out it wasn’t. Instead, in the short few seconds you were thinking everything over, Mikey had somehow contracted this man into his echelon of friends.

Watching the pair bump fists, you could only wonder how Mikey was real. He had to be some figment your imagination had come up with to cope with your constant fear. There was no way a man this incredible could both exist and want to be near you for any length of time. You were a speck compared to him and must have been a drag upon his very being.

You held him back.

You kept him down.

Why you?

You wondered that all the way out of the gym that day and beyond. The texts still came. Mikey still for all intents and purposes was only doing what he cared to do and that for some inane reason was continuing his friendship with you. When you’d met he’d said something about spoiling you, but you had figured that was some kind of warped joke. 

Now. you wondered.

That intrigue only increased when he said he’d make up for the climbing incident with a low stakes board game night.

He was keeping your ability in mind for once and that had given you strength enough to agree. Apparently some local club had opened up their meet-ups for new contenders. It was exactly your sort of speed outside the new people to meet. They were contentious in your mind, but you had played many a board games in your years. It was a safe activity as long as the right board was chosen and the best low key way to hang out with the few friends you had. Never once having had a table flipped on you, you enjoyed the various rules enough and most known games stood the test of time. Wondering if you should bring one of your own, Mikey texted you to wait to see how it goes though he liked your eager attitude.

Telling him you were going to crush it, you only wished now that you hadn’t allowed yourself to get so cocky. Something you should have known by the way their ad had been worded. These people weren’t playing Monopoly. They were playing intricate games that spanned lifetimes in which you had to manage literal civilizations while also plotting conquest of nations. There were pandemics to avoid and zombie outbreaks to survive. Each game lengthy and with a set of rules the size of a novel, you struggled through the first game before the overwhelmingness of it all caught your throat.

Silence found you trapped as the other players screamed at each other. You had been thrust into a cooperative form of a game that had once been about beating each other out on tokens. Not sure when the switch had occurred, a second lengthy rule book had emerged and you were trying to parse out the totally new set of rules when it was ripped from your hands. You were told to learn as you went and no amount of mumbling your confusion swayed the other players. Not knowing what you were doing, one of your decisions had led to your ultimate demise. Whatever was happening now, it seemed the gist was that in two turns everyone would lose and it had all come to fruition based on a move you had taken what seemed like hours ago.

Though no one had actually attacked you personally for it, they had brought up your move over and over as they desperately tried to strategize a way to still win.

“This was why I said we shouldn’t open the game nights up…”

The remark had been passive.

One meant for the person next to the commenter.

Not for your ears, but you’d heard it.

It had somehow cut through the rabble rousing and you sank so far down in your chair until you nearly folded in half.

Mikey’s silence wasn’t helping.

He’d also written you off. 

You knew you shouldn’t rely on him to save you every time, but he was your guiding light.

Wasn’t it an unspoken agreement that he would take charge?

You’d told him about your troubles first thing.

He had a front row seat to your spirals.

He also never stepped in until damage was done. 

Had that been intentional?

He had so much on his plate, how could you expect him to notice everything?

You didn’t.

This was a board game.

Not the end of the world.

There’d be more games.

Not all were easy to win.

There were no stakes.

You just wouldn’t ever come to this particular group again.

That was fine.

There were millions of people in New York.

Ready to call it an early night, a voice cut through the arguing.

“What if I use my movement to return to Costa Rica?”

All heads at the table swiveled to Mikey, who had a finger curled under his chin as he stared at the board.

“That’s insane!”

“Back to…?”

“Wait…”

“Grab the rules!!”

Staring from the outside in, you watched the table erupt as planning switched gears. Someone announced it was possible and from there they began to bicker over what little chance that gave them. Finding a sliver of hope, they grabbed a paper and drew out the steps just in case. If followed exactly it would be a winning combination and they went through the motions with only a few dice rolls standing in their way. Clearing them as if on fate, the whole table rocketed upwards to congratulate each other.

A single tear slid down your face.

How did he always do that?

You hated yourself for thinking less of Mikey. You should have known better than to imagine him regretting bringing you to make him the fool. He didn’t think like that. The Mikey you had come to know was the sun. He continued to scorch the earth even when she put up her defenses. Just above atmosphere, he burned unperturbed. His sheer desire to be alive and live was indomitable. It was that fight that had taken him to calculated silence. He waged his celestial war in the quiet of his mind. Looking for that one little shred of hope, the ones he somehow always got his fingers on, he yanked the tapestry of life and rewove it to how he saw fit.

You were a joke.

His complete opposite in every possible way.

All you did was give up.

Run away.

Quietly getting up while the others drilled Mikey on how he’d done it, you left. Going straight home, you avoided Mikey’s texts for the next few weeks. Not strong enough to quit him completely, you did read all of them at nearly all hours which held its own culpability. He surely saw all your read receipts and you almost wished it would sour his opinion of you. Maybe then he would finally move on and you could start this process anew. You should have known better than to think you could hitch your wagon to someone else’s. You were supposed to venture out alone. This process had been about you wanting to do more. Mikey was too selfless for his own good. He didn’t realize he was dragging himself down. The space would help.

The only problem was, it didn’t.

Mikey didn’t seem to care that you never responded. He moved forward tenaciously and even invited you out two more times. You’d scorned the messages, but time had done something to you. You reflected on how surreal it all was. You’d warped your image of Mikey without realizing it. You’d given him godlike command over others. You thought him some kind of manipulator that could get anyone to do his bidding. It felt comical. A rewind found him instead ignorant of scorn or even happiness. He simply forged his own path so authentically that others couldn’t help to be drawn in no matter what their side. You swore he must have the ability to turn even the most speciesist person over into a mutant advocate given the chance.

He was your idol.

That skirted more tedious titles, but you refused to put him on a pedestal. It was because of his failings that he now appeared an achievable image. He was the golden standard of what you wished you could be. He was utterly immune to social anxiety and you craved the pride in which he held himself. He still retained his sun moniker, but now it was one of a laissez-faire ruler. Life may have proliferated from him, but not because of him. There were other powers at work, but his status was attainable. You could mimic him like a lowly sunflower that had forced its way through the concrete. You could move with him. You could catch his rays as he passed you by. 

The only thing you couldn’t figure out was what he got out of it. The him that was a person should have written you off as a moot point, but he hadn’t given up. Messages continued to roll in. The negative thoughts said he should have long ago, but another argued that you were yet another thing he chose to fight for. When you had seen him, he hadn’t shied away one bit. He’d thrown himself and, by proxy, you into each foray and fixed the outcome if it wasn’t to his liking.

He never once complained.

He’d told you it was fine hundreds of times.

He hadn’t dismissed your feelings.

He’d tried to reroute them.

Staring at your phone for yet another sleepless night, you saw he asked if you wanted to try something low-key next. His next few messages seemed to indicate that he thought maybe you’d been overwhelmed and had needed to take a step back. He said that he understood and mentioned something about two of his brothers who experienced the same thing. Promising only the utmost comfort by going to see a movie, you could only think he was too bright and that wasn’t just because your phone’s brightness was the only thing illuminating your dark room.

He was still singeing you.

The little burns would pile up.

The warmth was also undeniable.

Whatever it was he saw in you though, you were thankful for it. Whether he was oblivious or his spirit was something ethereally burning, your absence wasn’t one he worried over. In contrast, you felt a dangerous flicker as you pondered how easy it would be to take advantage of him. As you’d seen time and time again, once he decided something, he rolled with it. It didn’t matter how you and others treated him; he wanted to see the best in others.

Heart sinking, you wondered how many people had hurt him. It had to be impossible because he could turn anyone into his fan with only a few choice words, but there was still a chance.

You didn’t want that from him.

You: Aren’t you worried?

Chef: About what?

You waited for the inevitable message asking why you hadn’t responded, but it never came.

You: That I might not be a good person?

You watched the bubbles percolate before dozens of messages started to flood on your screen. Some testimonials and mostly things he felt, he dismissed your claims in his usual motormouth way. In or out of the digital world, you had always loved to listen. It took the conversational burden off of you and Mikey was made for that. Even if it was clear he sometimes missed your responses, you couldn’t be mad because he shared the whole of himself. To you it only felt like the pittance to pay in order to stand in his glory. You were gaining so much from him; there was no way you could question your guide. From how far you’d come and all the things you’d done, the night you met almost seemed like a distant memory.

Going alone had taken months of preparation. 

In that same time frame, you’d done more with Mikey than you’d done in your entire life.

Isn’t that what the movies taught?

People were stronger together. 

How could you return to a world without him there with you?

You: When and where did you want to do the movie?

You: Is there a theater near both of us?

You: Or would that be too much?

You: I realize now that I don’t know where you live…

You: Don’t feel like you have to tell me! 

You: Also

You: Thank you

How could you make it mean more?

Two words didn’t sum up how you felt. 

About him finding you. 

About him continuing to see you. 

About him not giving up on you. 

You could say it. 

You could show it. 

After a light discussion ironing out the specifics, a time slot was booked and plans were set. For all intents and purposes, everything had returned to normal, but this time you were prepared. You were going to be worthy of his time. A student with a gold star, you did your best to keep up with his messages until the day of. Meeting after work, Mikey offered to walk you to the theater as what he phrased as your bodyguard. Laughing at the imagery of him bouncing your bad thoughts away, he mentioned where he’d be arriving from which was an approximation of his address.

When you looked it up it had been a block with what you thought were empty buildings. 

You couldn’t put it past Mikey to have some sort of kitschy bobby like flipping houses. You wondered where and when he picked up carpentry when you emerged from your apartment to find him right on time waiting out front. Greeting you easily, you started down the street and made it a few blocks before he stopped dead. Not as quick as him, you made it a few more feet before you turned to find him patting himself down in a flurry. Arms moving faster than you could track, he went a new shade of pale green under the streetlamp.

“I left my phone at home!”

Going on high alert, you fumbled for yours. “Y-you h-have the t-tickets, b-but I think… um…? D-did you… send me a c-copy?”

“Did I!?” He appeared over your shoulder to look down at your device as he turned his pockets out. 

“O-Oh…” You scrolled through the texts and found he’d only told you the details. “No…”

He clicked his tongue. “Ugh! So dumb!! I left my wallet too!”

“M-maybe you c-could login with m-my-”

“Let’s swing by my place, it’ll only take a second.” He groaned to the sky.

Startling to attention, you stuttered nonsense.

From the area he gave you, it wasn’t far, but it certainly wasn’t close.

If you headed there and backtracking then you’d be cutting it close to the movie time.

“Come on! It’s this way!” He gestured and took few leading steps backward.

Your phone seemed to complain about the time, but the impatient thunk of his shoes moved you to follow him.

You were curious about what he described as a lair.

The oddest choice when it came to nicknaming your house, he went on about how their last place was blown up before they found this one. Unable to place whatever reference he was making, a few turns took you to a less populated area. Nervously sticking close to your light, you descended a dirty old stairwell to where a door was chained up. With what looked like a wave of his hand, Mikey undid the metal and opened the entrance with a sweeping gesture. Staring into a black abyss, you made a nervous sound which caused Mikey to look up.

Seeing what he’d opened to, he laughed at himself. “Kinda horrifying when you haven’t memorized the steps. Let’s use your phone’s flashlight.”

Doing that in a few clicks, he hopped ahead after locking the door back up and, for a moment, you thought the worse. Trapped down where no one would ever find you, Mikey could have been playing some long con and you were about to disappear for good. Not wanting that, you trembled a little as Mikey continued forward. He whistled a jaunty tune and left you without choice. You scrambled after him as he led you down to an old subway station where he jumped down onto the rails. Overlooking the drop yourself, you found him holding his hands up as if to catch you.

“Don’t worry! I’ve got you and this old thing’s out of service. The access door is literally right around the corner from here!”

You decided that if you were going to die at least your final moments had been interesting.

Doing what had to be the worst leap, Mikey caught you with ease and set you down as if he’d done that a hundred times. His lackadaisical show of strength came as an auspicious one. If he wasn’t out to kill you, he could surely protect you. As if reading your thoughts, he filled the empty air with talk security in place. From what had to be jokes about lasers to something about surveillance, you wondered who would ever want to hurt Mikey. 

You were left guessing as, true to his word, it had been a short walk to said entrance. 

Mikey gave another bowing offer by opening the door for you and you were led through a set of contrastingly well lit tunnels. It spoke of life even if the space was barren and you headed toward what appeared to you as a subway depot. A place where cars were stored for later, there were several laid out on various tracks and soft fairy lights strung over nearly every part of the ceiling.

“Welcome to the turtle all-in-one super lair!” Mikey spun away from you with his hands in the air.

Unable to keep your eyes in one spot, you saw gorgeous graffiti layered on the walls and that the place was tidy though clearly lived in. Mikey went on a new tangent about how the cars had been retrofitted into rooms and how one day, when he had more time, he would show you the kitchen. Not anywhere near processing his words, you were left as he politely excused himself to get his missing items.

Hang tight, he said. 

You could spend hours here, as if in a museum, and not see everything. 

You thought you responded, but your mouth hung open at the expanse. You gaped as you traced the architecture to where an atrium opened up and revealed three stories. Stairs moved around like an Escher painting and you could only imagine their limitless possibilities. They breathed life and soft music poured down the steps closest to you. Wandering closer to take a peek, you found faint light was also escaping from what had to be a television. 

You had already chosen to stop when a sharp silhouette interrupted the glow. 

What had Mikey told you?

You couldn’t remember, but you felt like you were snooping. 

It was on that instinct that you ducked behind the brick archway. 

Steps soon matched the shape that moved at a leisurely pace.

Your heart beat a nervous clock when you saw a blue-coded turtle. 

You placed him instantly. 

Mikey loved photographs. 

This was Leonardo. 

He hit the landing with bowed legs as he walked and read a comic at the same time.

You were very much gawking. 

He was slow to stop and, when he did, he took a deep breath. 

His head then snapped to your direction with sharpened focus. “Yeah, maybe you missed the no soliciting sign, but…!”

Comic gone, he was all blue light and swords. 

You flailed frantically. “I’m with Mikey!!”

Cold steel stopped inches from your face and Leonardo’s whole demeanor shifted. “Oh, wait! Y/N? Didn’t you two have a movie tonight?

“H-h-h-h-he f-f-f-forg-got h-h-his w-w-w-allet…!!!” You didn’t think you could manage the another word.

“H-h-h-huh.” Leo remarked back, not quite mocking. “You cold or something? Don’s got the temp set to something good I thought.”

With a shrug, his weapons disappeared in another flash.

Star.

This man was a shooting star.

He burned with flashes of ferocity so bright you had to turn away.

From what you’d been told, he commanded even more.

From what you could see, you bet he could also disappear just as well as his swords.

Unable to get a steady voice, your gaze hit the floor.

You felt Leo continue to evaluate you. “You good?”

You nodded.

He’d think you were insane.

Your actions didn’t sync up with your lack of words at all.

You felt him smile more than you saw it. “Did Mikey ever tell you about the time he got his skateboard stuck in a sewer grate?”

Blinking a few times, you were shy to peer at Leo. “M-mikey.. .skateboards?

Leo’s wicked grin split his face. “We all did.”

You watched on with growing interest. 

“I can’t believe I put my wallet in the microwave again!” Mikey clambered down the stairs.

“-and that’s why Mikey was the last of us to be potty trained!”

You giggled from behind your hand.  

“Nope!!!” Mikey screeched on the last step. “Leo, what are you doing!?!”

“You left your friend here all alone!” Stepping through the large space Leo had given you, the blue turtle moved behind you to gently take each of your upper arms as if to show you off. “I was entertaining our guest! Being a good host! Filling them in on all your most embarrassing memories! Normal stuff!”

You chewed your lip to keep from laughing.

“They’re lies!!! All of them!! Lies!!!” In a fit of anxiety you watched Mikey claw around him. 

Where there was nothing, he caught something and he ripped the air with a tear of orange light.

Life force leaving you, you felt Leo’s grip tighten as Mikey shoved through the hole he’d somehow created.

You didn’t hear the second rip as much as you saw it appear next to you. 

Mikey then walked out of it and into your face. “What did he tell you!?”

You gasped like a fish taking its last breath.

A ominous shadow appeared, casting darkness over Mikey’s overly wound form. 

Only you looked up to find a hulking red turtle that you knew to be Raphael. 

The eldest used the whole of his hand to grab Mikey’s shell. 

He then lifted the turtle straight into the air, away from you, while you leaned so far back into Leo that you thought you’d be on the ground otherwise. 

“You’re making a racket! Both of you cut it out! You’re freaking people out!” Raph huffed and you couldn’t shake  how he was at least ten times the size that he appeared in any photo you’d ever seen of him. “Sorry about that. Y/N, right? I’m Raph, nice to meet’cha!”

This was their ground.

Large and all encompassing, this man had to be their rock.

Not just because he was big enough to support all of them on his carapace, in that sense he was the size of the Earth, but because his very essence oozed compassion.

You imagined he worked twice as hard as Sisyphus.

“That being said…” Raph dropped his scolding for a snicker. “Which story did you go with, Lee? Potty training?” 

Mikey screamed and fought his air jail.

He was also very much a big brother.

“Oh yeah!” Leo cooed triumphantly. “And the bull story and the skateboard-gum incident!”

Flames exploded and Raph flicked his hands as if bacon grease had splattered up at him.

Once again, Leo was your cane as you watched Mikey shake off being on actual fire like it was a few measly water droplets.

“No more!!!” Once doused, Mikey caught you and pulled you straight away from Leo.

Crashing into his hard plastron you heard Leo and Raph chorus for Mikey to be careful.

“We have to go! Movie starting and all!” Mikey screamed to the ceiling.

“We haven’t all introduced ourselves!” Raph added, sounding a bit sad.

“Speak for yourself.” Leo rolled his eyes.

“Did you? Or did you launch straight into humiliatin’ our lil bro?” Raph’s brow ridge rose under his mask.

“Hey look, there’s Donnie!” Leo waved just as Mikey yanked on your arm trying to get you away. 

You looked over to where a fourth, purple clad turtle had just descended the stairs. Caught like a wild animal on film, he was the picture of a gremlin. Hunched forward, goggles down, in a stained hoodie, and holding an ungodly sandwich with a calories count the likes of which you had never seen from a home kitchen, the man only reviewed Mikey with a sort of tepid affection before staring you down with what you could only identify as malice.

Mikey released you and jumped the distance to tackle the new brother.

Donnie dropped his hatred for a smile and twisted around so his sandwich would remain unharmed as he caught his younger brother.

If that wasn’t a reflection of the sun, you didn’t know what was.

With a cold icy exterior that sat in the dark expanse of space, Donatello had to be the moon in your little cosmic parallels.  

Mikey nuzzled his cheek to Donnie’s and, with his free arm, the older brother carried the younger back over.

That gaze, merciless and seemingly ever-present, Donnie glowered at you all the way until he deposited Mikey by your side.

“I knew you had a face only pops could love, but damn Don, if you keep mean muggin’ like that and you’re gonna lose your last fan!” As soon as Mikey was gone, Leo tried to slot himself against the purple man.

Donnie looked like he had a retort, but he bit down on it to sidestep at the last second and caused the blue brother to fall onto his face.

Raph’s large hands dragged down his cheeks so hard that it peeled his lower lids. “Why can we never get through introductions!?”

“Because you don’t take threats seriously.” Donnie turned from an outright glare in your direction to a stewing nature towards the oldest.

“Now hold on!” Raph threw an annoyed finger in Donnie’s face. “Raph is the king worrier! You all know that. Right, Mike?”

“Raph has the worry crevice.” Mikey nodded.

“Right!” Raph started and then spun around, offended. “Wait! No! Not this again!” 

“Told ya!” Leo pumped his fists from where he was still on the ground, now reclined as if he’d always been that way.

Mikey mentioned villains.

It had been a joke, right?

Mikey mentioned calamities.

That was just New York.

Mikey mentioned powers. 

He had the emotional prowess of a psyhcologist. 

Mikey had mentioned so many, many things.

Mikey had said so much.

Too much.

None of it had felt real.

Mikey had a penchant for exaggeration.

It only hit you then. 

These were the heroes who saved New York.

They saved the planet.

They’d been a rumor. 

They’d then been famous. 

Fame tapered off. 

They had returned to whispers. 

Taking a step back from them all, you felt precariously placed.

You weren’t supposed to see this.

Mikey had ripped through space-time and you were now supposed to go see a movie with him.

You couldn’t imagine sitting next to him for two odd hours knowing what he could do.

He’d combusted into flames.

Leo had reached through space as well.

What could the others do?

Had Mikey told you?

They were so strong.

Your earlier thoughts of disappearing reared their head.

They couldn’t just kill you, they could eradicate you.

Stumbling slightly, words trickled off your lips. “I-I’m here because M-Mikey… w-wants me to be...”

Why had you said that?

Were you trying to convince yourself?

Did you believe that?

“Oh-me-gosh!” Mikey gasped and, in two skipping steps, he hugged you. “Y/N! You said it! You actually said it! No pity or anything!” 

You nodded against him, feeling your body wilt as your brain rallied about what he was capable of.

Spinning up off the floor, everything blurred. “You’ve come so far! I’m so proud!! Good job, good job!!”

You saw snippets of the others as if time stopped when you passed them.

Raph smiling in a knowing way.

Leo grinning mischievously.

Donnie’s grimace.

A sound came from Mikey’s phone and he took the time to set you down methodically before grabbing it. “The movie! We’re so late! Oh man!! The credits are gonna start!! I wanted to see what’s coming soon!”

Leo sat up, rolling his shoulders in a stretch. “What’s the address?”

“One million Run of the Mill pizzas to you good sir!!!” Mikey cried happy tears and dropped to a knee that honored the glory of his brother.

“If only your tab wasn’t already worth ten lifetimes!” Leo bemoaned as with a flick, there was a sword back in his hand and he sliced open a large blue disc right into the air.

“Eh, I’ll serve my sentence eventually.” Mikey laughed brightly as he tugged you through and you both appeared right in front of the movie theater.   You had to take a moment not to throw up.

💛NEXT💛

Always shouting out my beats @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83

[forager-m]

TWST RARE PAIR WEEK: Day 2 - Reality TV AU

Ship: Kalim Al-Asim x Silver (カーリシル)

Art + Drabble

BREAKING NEWS: Kalim Al- Asim Kisses Co-Star Silver In Last Episode of "LOVE: TWISTED"

05/04/XXXX

Written By: Forager_M

LOVE:TWISTED, directed by Dire Crowley, aired March 18, 2020, is a hit reality romance drama wherein well-known figures are put against each other. The prize? The love of the show's protagonist, Yuu.

However, it seems a different romance has been brewing behind the scenes, revealing itself in the last episode of LOVE:TWISTED Season 3.

Kalim Al-Asim, known for his love of music, dancing, parties, and his fun, happy personality that brings joy to fans all over the globe, suddenly kissed fellow competitor and co-star Silver on screen during the episode's ending segment.

The kiss shocked the cast members, audience and Silver himself. Silver, who is known for his love of nature, his beautiful voice, and his awkward, serious but charming personality is notorious for his blank expressions.

Screenshots of Silver's reaction spread on social networks such as MagiCam, MyLog, and TweetTweet with hashtags: #KaliSil, #SilverLV:TWSTD, #KalimLV:TWSTD trending in Scarabia and Briar Valley for three days after. Fans have taken to making edits, memes, and art of the now iconic kiss scene.

Following the incident, there has been scrutiny of KaliSil moments in past episodes.

TweetTweet user 'YuuOwnMyHeart' posted:

#KaliSil

Episode 5 - Kalim answered Silver when asked who's the most beautiful person he knows. They're so obvious???

TweetTweet user 'Single_Twisted' posted:

#KaliSil

GUUYS THAT PART IN EP 2 WHEN SILVER AND KALIM WALK AWAY TOGETHER??? HELLO??? AND THEM LITERALLY NAPPING TOGETHER IN EP 10??? I'VE BEEN A KALISIL TRUTHER SINCE DAY 1 I KNEW IT.

Other notable moments:

Season 1, Ep 5 - Kalim putting extra food on Silver's plate during lunch.

Season 1, Ep 6 - Silver calls Kalim 'cute' in a segment where he's asked to describe other cast members.

Season 1, Ep 13 - Kalim hears Silver singing and stares at him for 5 minutes before joining in. Song: Once Upon A Dream (Orginal Artist: Aurora)

Season 2, Ep 1 - Silver gives Kalim a surprise gift for the start of the season.

Season 2, Ep 3 - Silver interrupts Kalim when Kalim and Yuu are playing with the water guns in the pool area.

Season 2, Ep 7 - Kalim asks for Silver to sing the song: A Whole New World (Original Artists: Jasmine and Aladdin) with him during the karaoke segment.

Season 2, Ep 10 - Silver bakes a special batch of thumb print strawberry jam cookies for Kalim only.

... And many more moments! Please comment your favorites below!

The cast have released their own statements or posts regarding the KaliSil kiss during interviews and on social media.

When interviewed in 'Chitchat With YUU', Yuu laughed with a knowing look.

"Silver cares deeply for Kalim... And I know Kalim treasures Silver."

Other cast members have posted on MyLog:

Idia

GGS nice rizz Kalim

Re: Riddle

... What???

Leona

Jesus fucking christ right in front of the cameras. I'll hand it to them, that takes guts.

#KaliSil

Cater

CONGRATS KALIM AND SILVER!!!! YOURE BOTH TOTES CUTE TOGETHER <3 #KaliSil

Deuce

Silver and Al-Asim-senpai kissing was really out of nowhere. I didnt expect that! But I think it was really cool!!! Good luck guys, wish u all the best #KaliSil

Malleus

Silver and I have been friends since childhood. I am so delighted and pleased to see him find joy. May love prosper and may your time together be plentiful. #KaliSil

Re: Leona

Wow it mustve been hard for you to figure out how to post. Lots of surprising things have been happening lately.

Epel

No way, you're telling me Kalim Al-Asim and Silver got someone before me thats kinda crazy bro. #KaliSil

Sebek

IT IS UNACCEPTABLE CONDUCT TO KISS IN FRONT OF THE CAMERAS IN SUCH A MANNER. SILVER APOLOGISE IMMEDIATELY.

... congratulations to your union. #KaliSil

Lilia

I'm not ready to walk my son down the aisle yet T T they grow up so fast... #KaliSil

Jamil

Congratulations on growing up and doing something yourself for once. #KaliSil

Re: Epel

Yo who hurt you.

News to come on the couples status on LOVE:TWISTED. Follow for more!

[dontmind-thismess]

Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed fanfic recommendations, pt. 2

Jiang Wanyin Fix His: Mistake by Rika (@/HarukiUsagi46)

Summary: After the death of his father, mother, sister, Jin Zixuan and Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng felt like there is no one left that in his family beside Jin Ling who is sleeping next to him since there is no one in Jinlintai that can look after him like he can. "Wei Wuxian, why? Why? Why? Why did you leave me behind like everyone else did? Tell me why?" "Please anyone....anyone at all.....I want to fix this....I want to fix all of this....I want to fix my mistake...." Jiang Cheng doesn't know that his wish is about to be granted. Let see what happen okay?

Tags: fixmistake, jiangcheng, jiangwanyin, lanwangji, lanzhan, mdzs, qingcheng, theuntamed, timetravel, wangxian, weiwuxian, weiying, wenning, wenqing

Status: 30 parts, complete

Searching for Perfection by AitchNKay (@/AitchNKay)

Summary: Lotus Pier is gone. Wei WuXian and Jiang Cheng are hiding in the Yiling supervisory office and Wei WuXian finds a way to give his brother his core. That's how the story went once upon a time. So what happens if Wen Qing says no. Wen Qing glared at this idiot and gave in. "Fine. I'll do the surgery. But you need to tell him first." Wei WuXian was so excited he practically danced into Jiang WanYin's sick room. She followed slowly, but Wei WuXian's voice was loud enough for her to hear the entire tale. She crossed her arms and glared some more at the liar and his ShiDi who was getting all excited himself at the prospect of BaoShan SanRen giving him a new Core. When the story ended, Wen Qing smiled, sharp as a knife. "Now tell him where his new Core is going to come from." Jiang WanYin looked completely confused. It would have been adorable on a five year old; it looked too out of place on a seventeen year old. "What do you mean?" "I mean, tell him where his brand new Core is going to come from. It's not like 'BaoShan SanRen' can create a Core for you. You should have learned enough Core Theory to know that. Logically, then, your Core has to come from another person. Wei WuXian, you should also explain exactly who will be playing the part of your mother's grandmaster." You promised!" Wei WuXian turned an accusing glare at the doctor. "You promised you wouldn't tell him!" "And I'm not." Wen Qing held up three fingers in an imitation of this irritating idiot. "I have no intention of telling Jiang WanYin the truth of who he is going to get his Core from nor the truth of who is going to implant it." She smiled again, cuttingly. "You are." And with that, she swept from the sick room, her job done for now.

Tags: bl, boyslove, chinesebl, cql, grandmasterofdemoniccultivation, lanwangji, lanzhan, mdzs, modaozushi, mxtx, theuntamed, wangxian, weiwuxian, weiying

Status: 16 parts, complete

Gege ai ni! {MDZS Chatfic} by 陈文鑫 CWX (@/Chen_Wenxin)

Summary: COMPLETED ✔️ 《MDZS BOYS Chatfic》 *Pending for extras...... Starring in the main chat: • Jiang Cheng • Wei Wuxian • Lan Wangji • Xue Yang • Song Lan • Xiao Xingchen • Nie Huaisang • Wen Ning • Jin Zixuan OOC? Yes... Definitely! It's modern now! Happy laughing! 。。。 Main pairing: Xicheng Side pairing: Wangxian, Xuexiao, Xuanli, etc... 。。。 {ADDITIONAL TAGS} cuz why not: homeboy huaisang , lwj slays , lwj bullies jc for being a clown , lxc is confused but he got the spirit , jc just wants his huan-ge , sassy bbg xingchen , girlboss yanli , jzx is being bullied but no one cares , everyone is an idiot , someone save wen ning from this circus , xuexiao is the cutest , wangxian is the coolest , when will xicheng fucking get together , cat memes

Tags: comedy, gdc, jiangcheng, jiangwanyin, jinguangyao, jinzixuan, lanhuan, lanwangji, lanxichen, mdzs, modaozushi, moxiangtongxiu, mxtx, niehuaisang, niemingjue, songlan, thegrandmasterofdemoniccultivation, wangxian, weiwuxian, weiying, wenning, xiaoxingchen, xicheng, xuexiao, xueyang

Status: 39 parts, complete

The Closest three in the world by moonlit_dewdrops (@/moonlit_dewdrops)

Summary: After the Sunshot Campaign, Yanli sees how badly Wei Wuxian is coping and shirking his responsibilities, causing Jiang Cheng to become agitated at his brother as he's doing his best to rebuild Lotus Pier but not without worrying about him at the same time. So being the best sister in the world, she comes up with a solution by tying their wrist together with a spiritual energy-infused ribbon, forcing them to stay together (quite literally) As the two brothers learn to work together and cooperate, the Jiang siblings find out much more than they bargained for about their brother.

Tags on Wattpad: cql, family, familyfeels, fix-it, mdzs, ptsd, theuntamed, yunmengsiblings

Status: 10 parts, complete (AO3 version has additional story feat. 5 extras)

Wattpad AO3

First - LXC x JC fanfic by HaiRyuuKi (@/HaiRyuuKi)

Summary: Lan Xichen met a youth full of determination and justice. He was attracted at the first sight. He fell in love at the second sight. And so, at the third sight, he...

Tags: cnovel, danmei, gdc, grandmasterofdemoniccultivation, jiangcheng, jiangwanyin, lanhuan, lanwangji, lanxichen, lanzhan, mdzs, modaozushi, moxiangtongxiu, mxtx, weiwuxian, weiying, xicheng, yaoi

Status: 15 parts, complete

[nerdwhoauthorinserts]

Herb-based random Selfship Ask game!

Works basically the same as any other Selfship ask game! Just send in the word correlating with a question and specify what fictional other/Self-insert/Self-ship you're asking it about! (Anywhere I say 'You', you can put yourself or your self-insert, lol.)

If you want to do this for yourself, just reblog! (Remember, practice reblog karma.)

Basil - If you and your F/O had an all-expenses paid trip to anywhere in the world/your F/Os source world, where would you go on a date/honeymoon?

Bay Leaf - What do you and your F/O do when you need to wind down after a long and stressful day?

Chamomile - What is something your F/O loves about you?

Cinnamon - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw your selfship doing something involving fire! (Roasting marshmallows, dinner by candle light, sitting by the fireplace, etc.)

Chia Seeds - Is there anything you've learned/improved upon since being with your F/O? (Maybe you had anger issues and learned to deal with them after starting to selfship, for example?)

Chili flakes - Who out of you and your F/O(s) is more likely to be arrested defending the others' honor?

Cumin - Has your F/O ever put themselves in danger for you? How about vice versa?

Dandelion - Does your F/O believe in 'wishes coming true'? Maybe not wishing on a star, but do they believe in making wishes?

Dill - Has there ever been a moment where your F/O embarrassed you? How about vice versa?

Eucalyptus - *Flash doodle prompt!* Doodle or sketch your F/O in a casual outfit or in pajamas you think they'd wear!

Fennel - How's your F/Os venting skills? If you start venting to them, do they listen? Do they actively participate in the conversation?

Flax seeds - Do you and your F/O want kids? Why/Why not?

Ginger - On a scale of 'Rodger Rabbit and Jessica' and 'Batman and Catwoman' how much of a power couple (Or power throuple/etc) is your Selfship?

Jasmine - How did you and your F/O meet?

Lavender - How was your relationship with your F/O at first? Was it love at first sight? Did you hate each other at first?

Nutmeg - What do you do to comfort your F/O when they need it? What about vice versa?

Oregano - What is your F/O's love language? How often do they show their love this way?

Paprika - Who of you and your F/O(s) is the 'hypeman' of the other(s)?

Parsley - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw you and your F/O as if you were the F/O, and they the selfshipper!

Peppermint - Can you two pick up each other's signals right away, or are you two just enigmas to each other most of the time? Maybe you even have a few secret code words that mean something for your partner?

Poppy seeds - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw yourself and your F/O(s) asleep together! Aww... are you guys all tangled up together? Just in each others arms?

Rose - How passionate is your F/O? Are they the type to make big grand gestures of love, or do they show their love in smaller ways?

Rosemary - How well do you two know each other? Are you two confident that you would win a couples game show?

Sesame seeds - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw you and your F/O taking care of a pet together! (Or, draw them with a hypothetical kid, perhaps?)

Spearmint - Do you two get up in the mornings at around the same time? Do you do your morning routines together? Why/Why not?

Sunflower seeds - What is your favorite moment involving your F/O(s) from their source?

Thyme - What fairy tale would suit you/your S/I's story with your F/O the best?

Turmeric - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw a 'Draw the squad' or otherwise draw a meme of some sort with you/your S/I and your F/O(s)!

Vanilla - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw you and your F/O doing something that looks suggestive, but is actually entirely innocent!

[dreamsoffantasty]

━━ ❀               Over the Moon Lyric Starters    ❀ ( lyrical meme appreciation featuring songs from the album, please feel free to change the pronouns as you see fit  ! some of the lyrics changed to fit better for RP purposes. )      

On the Moon Above

❛ Long ago, an ancient story beautiful and kind Chang'e and a handsome man named Houyi were in love. ❜

❛ True love ? ❜ / ❛ True love. ❜

❛ But she took a magic potion giving immortality. ❜

❛ Then she floated leaving her true love and she waits for him on the moon above. ❜

❛ And that's where she waits now, on the moon with only jade rabbit to keep her company. ❜

❛ Houyi died here on Earth. ❜

❛ And when she cries her tears turn into stardust. ❜

❛ Longing, hoping for her one truе love… Now she waits for him on the moon abovе. ❜

❛ Forever. ❜

Mooncakes

❛ Stuff ! Roll! Press! Smack ! Sift the flour, let the eggs crack. Knead the dough on every hour, then we start it all again. Form the dough around the filling, brush with egg and please no spilling ! What a lovely gift they are ! ❜

❛ There's tradition in these mooncakes. ❜

❛ We make every one with care. Then we bake them full of fondness, sweetness lofting through the air. ❜

❛ There is magic in thеse mooncakes. ❜

❛ You can feel it all around, Mooncakes whеre the magic is found. ❜

❛ Each one holds a message from the moon above "Cherish life and everything you love". ❜

❛ Magic in these mooncakes, hidden in these mooncakes for you. ❜

❛ How the leaves are changing, soon the festival begins ! Such a special feeling ! ❜

❛ There are memories in these mooncakes, all these memories shared with you. All the stories that you told me, mother, make me think of you. ❜

❛ Magic in these memories forever I hold true. Mooncakes and the memories of you. ❜

Rocket to the Moon

❛ I look up in the heavens and I can see your face, your gentle eyes in moonlight, I feel your warm embrace. ❜

❛ We were the perfect family: Ba Ba, you, and me. ❜

❛ I never thought that he’d find someone new and not remember you. ❜

❛ Of all the tales you told me, Chang’e was what I loved. She lost her precious Hou Yi, then floated up above. She waits for him forever. ❜

❛ So Ba Ba – why can’t he ? ❜

❛ If I can prove to him hеr tale is true he’ll rеmember you. ❜

❛ Fly away - Chang’e, are you calling to me ? ❜

❛ Are you up there looking at me ? ❜

❛ Can you see what nobody sees ? ❜

❛ Can you hear my voice up on the moon ? ❜

❛ Wish I had the wings to take me high away, to a place where no one doubts me. ❜

❛ I’d walk on a lunar dune... Could I find a way to get there soon ? ❜

❛ Build a rocket to the moon. ❜

❛ I would fly beyond the stars to keep my family. ❜

❛ If I did, I’d show my father love lasts all eternity. ❜

❛ I would prove truth’s in the heart, not only what you see. ❜

❛ Could I discover a way to break through ? ❜

❛ What could a girl like me possibly do ? ❜

❛ Build me a rocket, imagine the view ! ❜

❛ Oh, how I want to… Fly away Chang’e I am coming to you ! ❜

❛ Ba Ba, I will prove it to you I’ll be free of all gravity. ❜

❛ Hey, Chang’e, I’m gonna be there soon In my rocket to the moon ! ❜

Rocket to the Moon (Reprise)

❛ Magnetic levitation, frictional cessation... That's the key F is force, of course and G is always gravity ! Power, lift, duration Gyronavigation... ❜

❛ The thrusters are starting, I'll be departing soon. ❜

❛ Candles make a paper lantern fly so tell me, why can't I ? ❜

❛ Astronauts they rise above the sea so why not me ? ❜

❛ With each piece the puzzle turns my hope into reality ! ❜

❛ I can have lift-off at one more degree. Countdown is starting and soon they will see I think I've got it, I'm going to be free ! ❜

Ultraluminary

❛ I'm the light every night in your world. Are you ready to watch me be legendary ? 'Cuz I'm... Ultraluminary. ❜

❛ You wish on me in my glitter light. First star you see tonight. So wish away, wish with all your might ! Upon this radiant sight. ❜

❛ The stars ignite they flame from dust, born out of gravity and force, they combust. ❜

❛ Though they try in rivalry, they'll never shine bright as me. ❜

❛ I'm the light every night in your world, you revel in the glory of my beauty. ❜

❛ Ready to watch me be legendary ? ❜

❛ 'Cuz I'm ultraluminary. ❜

❛ Thе cosmic shine of my fine display, can turn the night to day. ❜

❛ I hеar they say that the Milky Way can't help but envy me. ❜

❛ It was a desert on the moon when we arrived. ❜

❛ Gathering all of my tears, heartbreak, and sighs, Jade made a potion ignite and turned the night. To a radiant city of light, from tears I rise ! ❜

Hey Boy

❛ Welcome to my game - sweet Chin. ❜

❛ You think that you're so fast, well you better think again. ❜

❛ I'm the best, I'm the queen of Lunaria and my serve is spectacularia. ❜

❛ Oh Cho, another point for me ! ❜

❛ There's only one way out of this misery. ❜

❛ Poor Chin, I don't want a rift, but it's time for you to tell me the location of the gift ❜

❛ See I am a legend and I always win. ❜

❛ The stars in the cosmos they bow to my whim. ❜

❛ Come on Chin, I"m running out of time. I'll keep you here forever 'till you give me what is mine. ❜

❛ Hey boy, don't you hold back If you do betcha, queenie's gonna getcha ! ❜

❛ Hey boy, better talk soon or never leave the dark side of the moon. ❜

❛ Fei Fei is my sister and I think that she's the best. ❜

❛ I've got a super power - I'm a cut above the rest ! ❜

❛ She needs a picture that I'll prove you're real. ❜

❛ I'll break through walls and seal this deal I'll smash it, pop it, top it and in the end I'll win it ! ❜

❛ I'm losing my patience I've no time for this. ❜

❛ This little nuisance is mine to dismiss. ❜

❛ Fei Fei says I'm annoying and maybe that's a sign of another super power ! ❜

❛ This game is mine ❜

❛ I'm faster than a comet I'm a rocket through the galaxy. ❜

❛ You ain't catching me and soon I'll have that picture and your Houyi will just have to {pfft} ! ❜

❛ If you weren't so selfish he'd have immortality. ❜

❛ You will tell me what I need ! ❜

Wonderful

❛ Do you ever hug your scales ? Shake your tail and make a light show a dance of colors and hues - Well, I do. ❜

❛ Here, right before your eyes a bright kaleidoscope surprise ! No moment is the same and that is wonderful-ul ! ❜

❛ Here, right before your eyes A bright kaleidoscope surprise! No moment is the same and that is wonderful-ul. ❜

❛ Do you ever watch the earth ? Lounge around and see it floating a swirl of white clouds and blue - Well, I do.. ❜

❛ It changes everyday It spins and turns and twirls away It just keeps rollin' on. ❜

❛ Look at the world surrounding you ! All possibility, every moment we have is a chance at something nеw to glow, to grow. ❜

❛ Do you ever feel afraid ? Curl up when you arе hurting and hold your memories tight to you. Yeah, me too. ❜

❛ If you release the past, you'll move ahead and bloom at last. The heart grows and it knows you can glow. You're wonderful... ❜

Yours Forever (Reprise)

❛ Always and forever, in this heart of mine. ❜

❛ Longer than the heavens and the stars that shine. ❜

❛ I am yours, I am yours forever. ❜

Love Someone New

❛ I know you're feeling sadness I see it in your eyes, the pain is overwhelming… When a loved one dies. ❜

❛ But it's time for you to let go and set your heartache free. ❜

❛ For there's life that's waiting there for you. ❜

❛ If you can let love through. ❜

❛ If you can give love, you will find your family. ❜

❛ Though it may not be like it was before. ❜

❛ If you give love, you'll never lose love. ❜

❛ It only grows. ❜

❛ No need to build a rocket, for you can now be strong. The things that you've been searching for have been here all along. ❜

❛ Though it hurts to miss her, her spirit's always near. ❜

❛ So trust that she will always be with you and love someone new. ❜

❛ The gift is not the answer and you are not alone. ❜

❛ Love is all around you a love you've always known. ❜

❛ Though it hurts to miss him, his spirit's always near. ❜

❛ The heart grows and it knows you can love. ❜

❛ You're wonderful. ❜

[miagwynwrites]

Cosmic Love

Genre: fluff

CW: mentions of body image, chubby reader, depression

Length: 1k+

Summary: why would a gorgeous model want someone like you? Perhaps something magical happened in the cosmos

Pairings: meguro ren x female reader

A/N: hi :( I am sad so I want to write my blorbo making me feel better cause I don’t have an irl blorbo to make me feel better :,) 🦬

“Y/n are you still in the shower? I thought I heard the water running?” Ren asked on the other side of the door. No answer. “Are you alright y/n?” Again no answer. “I’m coming in.” You watched through the mirror as your gorgeously handsome boyfriend strolled into the bathroom wine glass in hand. Upon seeing your current state he placed his glass on the counter and stood by your side.

You stood on your towel naked, water dripping down your body, hair messy and soaked just standing there. You were again thinking about your body and how you thought it affected your relationship with your Meme.

“Y/n, my darling what’s wrong? You’ll catch a cold like this.” You just stood there saying nothing. You were afraid if you spoke up you would not only start crying but Ren would get annoyed with you. This has happened before whether you were eating or watching tv, hell it even happened when you two were making love, it ruined the rest of night and you slept on the couch cause you couldn’t face him in bed again.

“There’s something wrong with me.” You spoke at a low whisper tears forming on your waterline. Forget trying to hold anything back, you were so tired of feeling like this. Ren let out a sigh and you just looked away. He was annoyed, he had to be. You looked back and watched him grab a towel from the cupboard and walk back to you unfolding it and wrapping it around your body. It was warm considering you had been standing naked for at least half an hour shivering. You didn’t care though as you were having another depressive episode.

“Y/n you are allowed to feel like this. I know you have felt like this and I know it’s upsetting and hard but I am here for you.” You looked up at him through your wet strands of hair. He was so beautiful and so was his smile and it made a pit grow in your stomach.

“Why Meme? I just don’t understand why you would fall for me. We both know I’m constantly like this. I just wish I wasn’t at that supermarket that day and..” Ren grabbed your face between his hands and made you look up at him.

“Stop that. Stop saying hurtful things. Not only are you making yourself feel worse but you’re hurting my feelings too y/n.” Ren gently moved your wet hair away from your face so he could see your eyes. With his thumb he swiped at your tears running down your cheeks. “If I wouldn’t have met you that day things would be so different. I don’t know where I would be.”

You looked away again. How could you even look at someone so gorgeous and feel less than. “But you had a pretty co-star, I saw her. All your acting, you act with all these beautiful woman, don’t you feel something with them? Don’t you want to be with someone who makes you look good. You’re an actor and model Meme, why would you want to be seen out in public with someone like me?” You asked. You felt horrible constantly bringing this same question up but it was constantly on your mind and you just felt like he was acting like he loved you just to make you feel better, as if he was pulling a harmful prank.

“Do you even love me?” You hesitated to ask and when he just looked at you and his eyebrows did that thing you’ve seen him do in dramas before he gets angry you pulled away from his arms.

“Darling how could you ask that? Why would you ask that? Why would I spend all this time with you and treat you so well if I didn’t. Don’t walk away from me y/n.” You looked up through teary eyes trying to read his expression. His aura had change. He was slouched, his shoulders no longer up and back, his hands looked like they were shaking and he looked like he himself was going to cry. It was a while before he spoke, he was gentle with his words as he lowered himself to his knees. He grabbed your body and pulled you into him hugging you around the waist, his hand rubbing your lower back.

You just stood there feeling more horrible than before. Not only did you say things that hurt him but now you made him cry. You were a horrible girlfriend and he should break up with you at once.

“I’m so sorry you are feeling the way you do my love. I am so sorry you are struggling to be comfortable with your body. I wish you knew that everything I do for you and say to you is because I am genuinely in love with you. Nobody else has ever made me feel the way you do. From the moment I saw you at the supermarket, something about you I found so charming and beautiful and I just had to get to know you. That’s why I had one of my staff member’s give you my number and that’s why I arranged all those special meetings so I could get to know you. If I wasn’t interested in you..” he trailed off as he kept hugging you.

Pulling your hand out of your towel you placed it on top of his head and gently patted him. Maybe he didn’t need to read your mind, maybe in his own way he was able to make you feel better. Maybe the reason you two found each other had something to do with the cosmos, maybe the moon and stars were in the right position that night, maybe God himself pushed you two together, you didn’t know. The more Ren talked to you the better you felt.

He helped dry you off and after you got dressed he helped you dry your hair and brushed it out nicely for you and braided it for you. He was very good at styling hair, he helped a lot with his co-stars and it was just another talent of his. His words echoed in your head, “I would not waste my time with someone I didn’t like and with you I love all my time with you because I love you. I really do.”

“Darling,” you snapped out of your gaze as he held your arms at your sides. He gently rubbed up and down your arms, his hands were so nice and soft and warm. The way he looked at you with those puppy eyes, so full of happiness and love. It made you smile.

“Even if you were a worm I would love you. If you were any animal I would love you. If you were a spider and I was a fly, if I was a bee and you were a flower I’d love you. In any form, no matter what lifetime I would always find you and I would always love you.” His words were so beautiful and not like anything you had heard before it made you tear up out of happiness. Ren gently took your hands in his and rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles before bringing them up to his lips. They were soft and felt good on your skin. When he pulled away he stared at you lovingly.

“I hope those are happy tears?” He asked. You simply nodded and he pulled you into him, one arm wrapping around you while his other hand cupped your cheek. “Please if you ever feel down like this again, please don’t stand naked and wet. I don’t want you catching a cold and please just come to me and we can talk for as long as you want until you feel a little better okay? Promise me you won’t do this again. I was scared.” Ren said. He smiled at you and gave you a long kiss his thumb stroking the side of your cheek. When he pulled away you smiled at him.

“Meme what did I do to deserve you? I love you.” You said wanting to cry again. You just would never be able to believe that such a gorgeous model and famous actor would fall in love with you.

“I love you more darling. Shall we get out of here?” He picked up his wine glass and grabbed your hand leading you to the bedroom. “I’ll make you some tea and something warm to eat how does that sound? For my perfectly beautiful and kind girlfriend whom I simply adore inside and out from your soul down to your toes.”

“You’re drunk aren’t you?” You giggled.

“On the contrary I just poured this glass.” He let out a chuckle as you two walked down to the kitchen. You wished you could thank the moon and all the stars for having the perfect man pop out in front of you. If you had never run out of food you never would’ve met him.

[ardenssolis]

drabble meme; no longer accepting || @nvrcmplt

[ MORNING ]: sender wakes receiver up with sex. [ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in receivers lap to tease them. //Zateros

     THE SUN ROSE SLOWLY as it always did – light trickling into bedchambers, chasing away the brilliant stars and the beauty of the night sky little by little. Normally during this time, Ramses would have awaken to meet with it; eyes trained outside the window as dark blue began to fade away into something that much brighter and vibrant, but this time he slept soundly.

The night previous had been one filled with passion, the echoes of it ringing throughout the room as skin met skin and heavy breaths a symphony of pleasure. Zateros always knew how to ignite his excitement and make him hunger for the feel of heated skin against his own without effort – her eyes, her very presence, beckoning to him and drowning all else until the only thing he could see, the only thing he cared about, was her and what she could offer to make his heart race. He had been thoroughly sated that night, as she had been from how quickly she had slept when it was all said and done. Thus, was it of little wonder that it was he who was pulled from Sleep’s embrace by her rather than Ra’s rising light.

     ❝You still have this much energy…?❞ His hands rested upon her thighs as she straddled him, teasing as hips moved, lower lips teasing against his growing erection. If he had been half-asleep, he certainly wasn’t now. What grogginess had dulled his senses was now gone in an instant, his lips curled into a lazy smirk. His hands tightened upon her, forcing Zateros to stay still so that he may offer his own teases; hips rising just a little – just enough for her to further feel his desire. ❝Everyone will hear you, you know,❞ he cooed, fingers digging into supple flesh of thighs. ❝I wonder if even Ra himself will hear your cries from this distance.❞ Though he could feel her shudder, could feel her try to move, he refused to allow it. ❝Good. I want the entirety of the kingdom to know that you are mine, Zateros.❞ That it was he who left her sated. That it was he who had her breathless, unable to move while she tried to come down from that euphoric high.

     Without giving her a moment, he turned them both upon the bed until her back was pressed against it and his body hovered over hers. Fingers moved against his lover, teasingly brushing against Zatero’s clit, yet only enough to offer something before he carefully slipped his fingers into her, curling index and middle and moving slowly. As excited as they both were, he did not wish to hurt her due to recklessly moving forward. Fingers pushing down to the knuckles, he listened to her voice, pleased by the moans that were already beginning to slip past her lips. There wouldn’t need to be much preparation it seemed. Her body was ready for him if the wetness was anything to go by, such making him wonder if she had already seen to this before waking him. ❝Beautiful,❞ he mumbled, his eyes taking in her features – the pupils blown wide, the parted lips, and hooded gaze…

     So beautiful.

     Pulling his hand away, he slowly licked away what was on his fingers before reaching over to his stand to grab the oil that had been used the night before. Despite Zateros’ protestations and goading to continue, he ignored her. ❝Patience.❞ There was no rush. They had the entirety of this morning to themselves, and so he would make the most of it. After applying a generous amount of the liquid to his erection, he placed it back upon the stand, hands soon grasping Zateros’ thighs and tugging her closer so that the head of his erection rested right against her – so close, so ready to easily slip within. Parting her legs just a little more for him, his eyes narrowed – something akin to mischief and want present within that brilliant gold. ❝Sing as you did the night before, My Love.❞ He need not say this, for he knew that she would. She would sing and sing until the birds themselves greeted her in song.

     He would make sure of it.

[kitkatt0430]

For any combination of the ask games you've reblogged recently: EoWells, Hartley, Cisco, Savitar, Olivarry, and [your free choice]! :) ♡

EoWells:

Since I got a separate ask for Eobard and the Unhinged Bingo, I'll just do the word association meme for him here.

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 

So, S1 EoWells is my favorite. He's such an arrogant, self centered character loaded with genius and hubris and charisma and I really enjoy him. He's a horrible person that I really enjoy disliking. Sometimes bad guys are just fun to hate? That's Eobard.

That said, by the time S8 rolled around I was kinda tired of him popping up like a jack in the box. He's overused and no longer the crafty, charismatic chess player he used to be. He brute forces where he used to finesse and it's made him boring. Predictable. There's a way to do a character who survives certain death with no explanation - see The Master from Doctor Who - where the lack of explanation is part of the character's villainous charm. But having Eobard suffer what amounts to a prolonged villainous breakdown is really just not it.

(putting the rest under the cut)

Hartley:

Since I already did the word association for Hartley, he just gets the bingo card. :D

Hartley's got parent issues. He's got ex-boyfriend screwed him over and nearly blew up the city issues. He's got can't-stop-pulling-Cisco's-pigtails issues. He's got sooo many issues. And I adore him, he's so fun. Does he want a enby she/they aroace sibling? Because I would happily be that person.

That said, he's totally unhinged when he first shows up. Taking out his anger at Harrison on Barry because, as far as he can tell, Barry is the person who now means the most to Harrison. Possibly Harrison's new boytoy even. It's not rational - and it's a bit annoying, really - but it makes sense that he's striking back at his ex by trying to take away the only thing his ex seems to actually care about. One day I'm gonna write a fic about Hartley going to Barry to turn him against Wells and it'll probably wind up being PiperFlash. But, anyway, Hartley clearly needs help working out his anger issues and his fear of abandonment - instilled by his parents, preyed upon by Eobard, exacerbated unwittingly by Cisco as the 'favored' child if you assume Hartley's relationship with Eobard had some daddy issues sprinkled in there too...

I wish the show would just let him actually keep his damn happy ending. S1, he becomes the only person to successfully escape from STAR Labs on his own and rides off into the sunset probably singing 'I've got no fucks to give'. S2 retcons that and makes him now an ally of Team Flash, lets him be the big damn hero who rescues Barry from a Time Wraith, and then gives him a happy reunion with his parents who've realized they were assholes and un-disowned him. Then the writers forgot about him until S6 where they took away his S2 triumphs and Time Flash ally status to make him a sad jewel thief whose boyfriend is sleeping beauty. Then Hartley gets to... save Barry and be reunited with his sexy lamp boyfriend who awakens like magic due to Hartley's good deeds. And based on the trailers for S9 it looks like they're dragging Hartley out of mothballs and not bringing the sexy lamp boyfriend with him too. (Could be mistaken, but Hartley's clearly in dramatic anguish mode about something.) Show writers???? Just let him keep some kind of happiness!!!!!!

Cisco:

Time for both games!!!

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 

My Preciousesssss...

Would now be a good time to mention I can do a muppety voice impression that sounds very similar to Smeagol? :D I mean, I've got a friend who can do much better, but mine is quite decent.

Anyway, Cisco is adorable and precious and while I'm sorry he left the show because there was no heart left in the show afterwards and it was painfully evident that without him they're coworkers, not friends... I'm glad he left the show before they could do something awful like fridge Kamilla or something equally bad, bad, bad. I mean, they fridged his ex after they broke up and they dramatically killed off Frost (I wouldn't say they fridged her, which kinda amuses me while still annoying me that she got killed at all), not to forget what happened to Dante. They dropped a bus on him. (metaphorically) So while I'd love to have Cisco back in the final season, I'm also just kinda frantically hoping they don't bring him back to do something awful to him again because they would.

I don't think Cisco's issues with his parents were ever resolved. They were just kind of handwaved under a rug and then everyone whistled innocently and didn't look directly at the Ramon family issues ever again. That said, he did actually go to therapy after Dante died and it did apparently help him. He's the only one to have a.) gone to therapy and b.) taken it seriously. (looking directly at the S4 couples counseling plotline)

Of course, I'm a fanfic writer. So he's my precious and I must torment him and obviously I torture him better than canon. :P

... I also give him plenty of fluff, so it evens out in the end.

Savitar:

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 

Barry's not really his dad, but I count it. Savitar has daddy issues about Barry. (One could argue by the same logic that his issues with Iris are mommy issues. He wants to kill Iris in the way his mother was killed... but I'm leaving that off the card)

So Barry going evil is a fun concept and it is from the comics - see the Future Flash, which Savitar even references in the show. But Savitar existing because of Flashpoint never really made any sense whatsoever and if they were gonna explore evil Barry then I still think it would have made more sense for him to have been the Barry from the timeline Eobard erased that lead to S1 in the first place. Savitar was an interesting idea with poor execution suffering from internalized self-hatred over killing Iris/being destined to kill Iris and similarly internalized ableism over his facial scars. Would not be surprised if Savitar saw himself in the mirror for the first time and went 'ah yes, clearly I am the evil one - see my scars of evil'. Barry's just that kind of idiot, really.

As a third act speedster villain following two speedster villains, Savitar never stood a chance of being a big fan favorite villain. His tricks were tired already and everyone wanted something new - he was not it. He couldn't live up to Eobard's charisma or Zoom's air of menace.

And while the question of whether or not Team Flash's treatment of him in the future is directly responsible for him turning evil is an interesting question - one echoed by their present day treatment of Killer Frost in that season (treat someone like they're already evil and they start to wonder if they really are just inherently evil after all) - the text never addresses that issue at all, so it comes off as a boring 'Savitar is evil because he's Savitar' circular logic thing. He could have been an interesting ethics question but, well... I don't think the show writers ever took an ethics course in their life given the final episode of the Armageddon arc. So perhaps it's for the best that we didn't get that story.

Olivarry:

Oooh, a ship :D

What made you ship it?

When Barry is first introduced on the Arrow, he has such a crush on Oliver. It's ridiculously adorable. He's just quietly fanboying over Oliver's arms and the penetrative power of Oliver's arrows. (There are some things that neither he, nor Felicity, should be allowed to live down regardless of who said what. And, quite frankly, their nervous babble feeds off one another, so Barry deserves to suffer for Felicity's comment as much as she does.)

And when Barry shows up to ask for Oliver's opinion on what to do with his shiny new powers - to vigilante, or not to vigilante, that is the question - Oliver's pretty clearly awed by Barry's abilities and shows off a little. So I'd say that crush is pretty mutual. (They're idiots to lovers, your honor.)

What are your favorite things about the ship?

There's this camaraderie and trust between them that they struggle to have with other characters. Oliver turns to Barry for help for things he doesn't trust the rest of his team with. Barry turns to Oliver when he comes up against bad guys he doesn't know how to deal with. They relax around each other and play fight and are just adorable.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I kinda wish we could have gotten the canonical comics relationship between Barry and Oliver. But that would have meant having the actual Oliver Queen of the comics and not Batman-lite with a Green Arrow veneer.

Comics Ollie and Barry do not get along. At all. They loathe each other, it's hilarious and I love it. Would it have worked as an introduction for Barry to establish mutual loathing between them? No, not really. So I am glad we got the bright eyed hero worshiping oblivious bi with a crush Barry intro that we did, but... alas, what could have been. (No idea if this is actually an unpopular opinion or not.)

Now for my wildcard... I think I'll go with...

Barrisco:

What made you ship it?

These two just click. Instantly. They get each other like no other. Some of the biggest appeal of S1 is in their friendship. They are the OG Team Flash. Just the two of them, fighting crime on the down low and avoiding the judgy gazes of EoWells and Caitlin. They're touchy feely and unashamed to hug one another and just...

I have a sudden need to write a Barrisco fic where Cisco teasingly calls Barry his potato as a pet name. In Spanish. So Barry, who canonically understands neither Spanish nor French, is suspicious but cannot be certain what his adorable BF is calling him a potato. (The jump to this made sense in my mind, but that's probably ADHD brain at work.)

What are your favorite things about the ship?

They're so often on the same wavelength. Barry's in awe of Cisco's inventions, Cisco adores Barry unashamedly. They make each other feel safer. They feel comfortable being dorky and nerdy around each other. They just accept each other as they are.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

i don't really think I do?

[cenizasdenaranjo]

Fanfics en mi celular - parte 2

Joder la parte uno fue enorme, peeeero no llega ni a rozar los de MDZS... pero eso lo dejaré para el final.

STAR WARS

Second Chances by Lorixjake

Capitulo 14

Ben Kenobi dies on board the Death Star. Instead of becoming one with the Force, he meets his old Master and is given the opportunity to go back in time to try and prevent Anakin’s fall. Can he save his best friend or is he doomed to watch it all happen a second time?

HOMESTUCK

Take my Hand, Take my Heart by bloomissing

Capitulo 2

You know that Dave was raised to fight, but to you, everything about him seems to come from a much gentler world than your own. Just like the little world you’ve built together on this meteor.

>Dave: survive three years on this rock by MadSeason (naive_wanderer)

Growing up on a flying meteor is hard work. You know this from experience.

TG: dude what is this piece of shit you just sent me CG: TO PUT IT IN YOUR HUMAN TERMS: CG: IT’S A FUCKING LOVE STORY, DAVE.

Well, it's a bit more than that.

Over My Head by aceAdoxography, Jadells

Karkat accidentally hits Dave with his car and, upon finding out that he's concussed and has some broken bones, guiltily agrees to take care of him until he heals. Soulmate au

Songs Made on the Meteor by apocalypticTaco

Once the train of aimless tree blabber has left the station, you remember why you agreed to meet up in the first place. Leaning forward to sit up properly, you turn to Dave.

“So,” you say, “what did you want to show me?”

“Oh! Yeah, I forgot about that, sorry. The topic just fucking strayed from me like some kind of toddler seeing a candy store and waddling away from mom. Chubby little bastard gets me this time. Here.” He plops out one of those music tables onto his lap, and motions for you to come closer. - (It's music, and along the way they fall in love.)

Short Circuits, Sudden Endings by uncle_edgelord

Capitulo 3

Your name is Dave Strider.

You really wish you could remember everything.

Shadows of Ourselves by devilsalwayscry

Capítulo 3

The Game is over. You've won.

But it was a long, hard, painful victory, and the rewards have a catch, and you're all a little broken. But you'll stick together anyway because that's just what you do. You help each other cope and somehow in the end you'll make it through.

Merits and Faults of Intriguing Alien Biology by Lacertae

Capitulo 3 (omg, cuantos capitulos 3)

Karkat's first experience with human biology leaves him quite interested and a tad bit more obsessed with humans and their weird, creepy bodies than he would like to admit.

As for Dave, he has feelings of his own to consider, and things somehow work out.

Karkat/Dave, written for the kink meme. Plot more 'serious' than the summary makes it seem like.

Paint the Roses Red by EchoResonance

Capitulo 3

*Humanstuck high school AU* You can't love someone else, and you can't expect someone else to love you. Not when you can't love yourself. It takes a special kind of person to make you understand what that means, though, and an even more special person to help you embrace yourself. Sometimes, if you're very, very lucky, this person will find you all on their own, and they will never really know about the spell that they cast on you because you were too busy working your own accidental magic on them.

I spy by Royalrastafariannaynays

Capitulo 18

You're just trying to get home, have a peaceful trip, stay as calm as a troll like you can until you get back to your moirail. All that shit. You didn't expect to make any lasting connections on the train, especially ones that live in your area. You definitely didn't expect to meet anyone quite like Dave Strider. Apparently the universe likes to prove you wrong.

Somehow after that train ride, he fuses himself into your life. Another stubborn fucking barnacle with an uncanny ability to inconvenience you at every possible moment. Even while sleeping. But somehow, despite all the trouble, you still feel like he has the potential to make your life infuriatingly better. And you definitely can't act on it or let him know. Definitely.

Catch my Cold (reflections of a sick troll) by CaffeinatedCopyeditor

A self-indulgent short sequel to Catch my Eye (Reflected in the Cinema Screen) because I am ill and I like hurt/comfort.

Its cute its fluffy its dave looking after his boyfriend what more do you want.

The Calm Is Terrifying When The Storm Is All You've Known by HappiKatt

There were two kinds of trolls who went to Earth: rich shitheads with too much money and free time, and desperate assholes who couldn’t survive on Alternia, even with the best efforts of the young Condesce. Karkat hated the planet almost immediately, but with his home planet too dangerous for mutants, he really didn’t have any choice but to hide out on this weird little diurnal planet. At least he’d be safe. Or so he thought, right before blundering his way into an accidental friendship with the son of an anti-troll terrorist.

Slow burn, shifting perspectives; romance really isn't the focus here but it'll still play a significant part; extra content warnings will be posted with each relevant chapter.

all flowers (in time) bend towards the sun by Miss_Nihilist

"Maybe sex is difficult and no one ever told us."

Karkat shakes his head. "Maybe that's how it worked on your putrid planet, but sex on Alternia has to be easy. Did you miss everything I've said about us literally being fucking culled on the spot if we can't perform for the drones?"

"No, bro, I think you're missing the point. That's reproduction, which is easy. I'm talking about sex." When Karkat only continues to stare blankly, Dave turns red. "You know, um…" He ducks his head and mutters, so quiet that Karkat barely hears him, "Making love. Or whatever."

Oh.

In which Karkat's inability to relax causes difficulties in the bedroom. Dave talks him through it.

Crash Course of Planet Earth by TurkeyCat

Karkat escapes his home planet from being culled with the help of his friends. After sweeps of travel he crash lands on a distant planet named Earth. Lost and confused, a really cool human takes him in and helps him navigate his new life on Earth.

The Eurydice Suite, v2.0 by callmearcturus

Dream-sharing: a highly illegal little industry in which agents delve into people's dreams, and unearth their deepest secrets and memories.

Within this business, the Strider-Lalondes are known as the best there is — until Dirk Strider gets his fool-ass trapped within the confines of his own subconscious, with his Auto-Responder playing malicious prison warden.

To save him, the best and brightest dreamers in the world will have to form a team. Backed by the token rich friend, lead by the surliest extractor ever bribed out of retirement, haunted by the shade of the latest, greatest agent in the biz, and on the run through a dangerous tiered dream in a hostile mind... It's going to take a miracle to pull this one off.

Bring You Down by acedavestrider

“I know this is like, super fucking weird,” he says with a small southern accent, adjusting a bag over his shoulder. “Letting a dude you’ve never met before into your house and all. I swear I’m not like… the fucking Zodiac Killer or anythin’ like that.”

“I don’t really care,” you say honestly, overly tired. “Even if you are a murderer as long as you clean up all the blood you’re good in my book.”

Dave breathes out a small laugh, exhaling once through his nose. “The bar is too low, dude.”

Beyond The Stars by cedarbranch

Karkat Vantas was a mutant. Rejected by the universe for his cherry blood, he searched for a way, any way, to show everyone that he was worth noticing. He thought the invasion would be the perfect opportunity. He would kill some humans, get some glory, and prove himself to be more than a freak. What could go wrong?

Dave Strider was just a teenager. With an abusive brother and not much else, he kept himself moving, leaping from one distraction to the next. He just wanted something to change.

They would both get what they wanted, but in a way neither of them would have ever seen coming.

Directed to Fail by what_hasnt_been_taken_yet

Karkat spent the last five years of his life ignoring his friends to finish writing the greatest romcom film of all time. Now, he needs a director.

Fanfics que no leí en su momento y ya no podré jamás: 1

[abrushwithdeath]

"Remy gotcha."

//people really stick angst memes on the dash when I'm around like that isn't Tagg bait...

@lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats

Send “I’ve got you”  to carry my injured & nearly unconscious muse

The moments prior were a blur, one Rogue was trying to reorganize as she slipped in and out of sleep. No. Not sleep. It was darker than that. Deeper. Like tiny flashes of death, hands grabbing her and pulling her under for fractions of time. A missed second here. A lost minute there. The darkening sky was dusty with ongoing battle in one instance, and when she came to again the star speckled night was nearly clear. What happened?

She'd hit her head at some point (or maybe something had hit her?). That much was easy to recall considering there was a relentless, pulsating, pain radiating from the left side of her skull. A broken rib to match, perhaps? A judgement based on the fact that it pained her terribly to breathe. Okay. That wasn't good. But she'd endured worse, right? She'd be fine. She'd be fine. God, she hoped she'd be fine. But the metallic tang of blood was lingering in her mouth, and all she could hear was the ringing in her ears.

It was getting harder and harder each time to open her eyes.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just... drift off for a while. Stop trying to fight it. At least if she died, it'd be an easy thing. No chaos. No struggle. Just endless sleep. After the shit she'd endured, an eternity to rest was almost welcomed, actually.

But it wasn't over yet.

Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the gentle pressure of his hands, his arms, slip beneath her. He was being careful, but the motions of being lifted, no matter how cautiously, were enough to draw a groan of pain from her. Rogue hadn't the energy, just yet, to open her eyes, but she knew even before she heard his voice, whose hold she was in. It wasn't a feeling she'd forget anytime soon. Though had she been in a better state, she would have told Remy to put her down, insisted she could walk if he just gave her a second to reorient herself. Even she knew, however, that there were times it made sense to be stubborn, and now certainly wasn't one of them. She was in no shape to be arguing.

Besides, there was comfort in this. In the tender way he was carrying her. In the soft tone of his voice when he spoke. She was probably just imagining it, but suddenly it felt a little easier to catch her breath.

"Ya got me." She repeated after him- an acknowledgement that she'd heard, that she was okay enough to speak back (even if just barely, the words hushed and strained). More than that, though, it was the candid realization that he had her. Not just in this moment, but in each. He'd had her back more times than she could count. In physical combat like they'd just survived, and in the mental, emotional, fights she forced on herself. He had her in a learned way. Had traced his fingers along each page of her like he was trying to memorize the words of her soul. Who else could say they'd ever tried to understand her the way he did? Who else would have done that much for someone as seemingly ungrateful as her? And he had her heart. Fractured and faded as it felt, he had it, whether he wanted it or not. It was a frightening thing, and yet in moments there was some relief in it. To feel she wasn't carrying the burden of herself entirely alone. To feel him press his lips to the cracked pieces and watch as they began to mend. The splinters he could not heal, the freshly bleeding wounds... they were a damage she inflicted upon herself. Some fucked up need for the familiarity of her own agony pushed her to it over and over. Yet here he was again, with the patience for her that she could never find for herself, carrying her like she wasn't as heavily burdensome as she believed.

Rogue wished, then and there, that she could press her fingers to his skin and have her powers work in reverse to some degree. That she could offer him a glance at herself without needing to find the words, without the shame of it.

Generally, she did not wish to be touched. She did not wish to be seen. Yet a part of her wanted nothing more than to give him her everything, see if he would still hold her then with the same tenderness he did now.

Her head fell against his shoulder and she finally, finally, found the strength to open her eyes again- half lidded and struggling to focus, but undoubtedly locked on his face.

"Anna Marie." Her words, hushed as they were, drew his attention, and she took a ragged breath, felt the pinch of her injury hinder her as she did. Still she gave the smallest hint of a smile for the way he looked at her. Some people were foolish enough to see the devil in those black and red eyes of his. What she found there was peace. "My name," She explained slowly, settling more fully against him. "Anna Marie."

A name, she supposed, was a trivial fact to most. The first thing you learn about someone new. The most basic piece of information. But to her, it was infinitely more than that. The weight that it carried was one she couldn't explain, even if she tried. And she'd offered it unprovoked, unquestioned. Did he understand the trust she was placing in him?

She let her eyes slip closed again, felt herself begin to drift. Begin to fade. She doubted she'd be able to keep herself conscious much longer. "Jus'... thought ya should know..." He'd earned it. A thousand times over, he'd earned it.

And if he said something then in reply, she was ashamed to say she'd missed it. Because the dark edges of sleep had snuck back in and stolen her away once again. For a few seconds? A few hours? She wasn't sure how long it would last this time, just that when she awoke again, Remy'd likely be right there to greet her. That thought settled over her like a warm blanket- cozy and inviting. It was something to look forward to.

[the-ancient-magus]

🧢 Childhood.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪

Send a symbol for a drabble/short piece of writing about my muse's

🧢 Childhood.

The filly looks up at her father and the other Dusk Callers that he's arguing with. In her halo of orange magic, she carries several cushions and books. To say she was worried was one thing. He had promised, after all. Born under the Starry Skies had waited for almost a whole two moons to spend time with her father. He'd helped set the moon in motion like he'd promised, and now as he tried to take his leave, A Shower of Stars and A Midmorning Rainstorm were upset he was doing such. They had agreed two moons ago to this, and now  they didn’t like it?

Born under the Starry Skies lowered the objects held in her magic, only to jolt at her father turning his voice to her. Her ears flick upright and she smiles meekly as he looks past his fellow Dusk Callers at his only child. The massive stallion regards his moon white filly and her held items and smiles softly, soothingly, to her.

"Go set up on the outcropping, Star. I will join you momentarily."

The filly nods her head vigorously before turning and cantering off, magic carried items floating after her. The outcropping showed off a great view of the fields at the base of the mountains, and the little pegasi township not too far away. It was a good place for relaxing. She couldn’t wait for The Moon’s Guide to join her! The unicorn was happy her father could still find time to spend with her, even during this busy time.

[lyssasdrafts]

THE GUY THAT I’D KINDA BE INTO !

synopsis: suna wants to confess to you, he really does. wants to finally get off his chest how much he wished you two were more than just ‘best friends’ for all these years. but what happens when a certain ex, sakusa kiyoomi, finds his way back into your life?

chapter five

MASTERLIST. next

NOTES

the conversation with y/n and sakusa was lowkey vv awkward for both of them the whole time

the pic from rin’s spam with the volleyball lmao, he prob keeps a lot of volleyball memes on his phone tho

although they all bully each other a lot, we all know that the twins are rlly protective of y/n and care abt them a lot

TAGLIST

@kozuken-ma @rintarovibes @darlingimawitch @coconut-dreamz @eitaababe @markeu-lii @erinoikawa @littlemochi @ghostlyarcanum @whorefornoodles @hard-to-get-by-just-upon-smile @stars-in-line @blueowl51 @kac-chowsballs @suzuyamitsuki @kageyamas-whore @witcherydotcom @kind-lost-soul @sleepy-suga

[byulsgrease]

if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

~~~~

After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"

[teacupfulofstarshine]

you're the pink in my cheeks (i'm a little bit soft)

summary: "and i know we'll never grow old together / cause you'll never grow old to me / you're the pink in my cheeks / and i love that it means i'm a little bit soft / you're the pink in my cheeks / and i love that it means i'm a little bit soft"

- "monster," marceline (adventure time)

(OR: 5.4k of soft domestic lesbian!analogical, featuring lesbian!moceit, trans male!remus, trans female!roman, and Gay Shenanigans)

a/n: huge thank you to dandie for beta'ing this fic!

i just wanted to write wlw is that so wrong of me? no. no it is not.

CW: alcohol mentions, a few sex jokes, swearing, one implied instance of potential sexual activity (although it doesn't go any farther than making out; if you want to skip that part, skip the section that starts with "Did you get the right kind of popcorn?")

word count: ~5.4k

read it on ao3!!

“I think I may be going insane,” Logan says, squinting at her laptop screen. Virginia, hanging upside-down in the armchair, looks up from her phone and blinks.

“And why is that?”

“Because I am starting to agree with Rosie’s anti-Florida agenda.”

“I didn’t realize that there was an anti-Florida agenda.”

“Rosie has one, and I have always thought it facetious. However, if this laboratory does not start sending me my requested samples and information in a timely manner, I will be forced to concede that Rosie may have . . . a point.”

“You, agreeing with a lit major? I never thought I’d see the day,” Virginia teases. Logan initially resists the urge to stick her tongue out or flip Virginia off, because that would be childish, but then she remembers that Virginia does not care about her childishness, so she sticks her tongue out. Virginia snorts with laughter, and Logan feels warm, fizzy pop-rocks bursting in her chest.

Her phone buzzes next to her, and she picks it up. There’s a new message blinking for her attention on the screen.

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

a, b, or c

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

. . . What?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

*rolls eyes*

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

i need you to make a selection, logan. a, b, or c.

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

I am confused. What am I selecting between?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Yes. I would like to know. That is why I asked you.

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Also, I am not a meteorologist. Or a boy.

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

it’s a meme, i’m sure v will be happy to show you the og. but first: make a choice

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Option B, I suppose?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

vodka it is!

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Wait, what?

Her phone buzzes again, another text thread lighting up, and Logan abandons the now-fruitless conversation with Jan to see that her wife has texted.

[from: soda poppy]

y is jan fillin a thermos with vodka and sayin u gave her the go ahead? >:(

[to: soda poppy]

I am unsure. She texted me asking me to make a choice between “a, b, and c” with no context given. When I eventually selected “b,” she excitedly mentioned vodka and logged off.

[from: soda poppy]

her an remy r going 2 a pta meeting tonight an i guess they’re goin drunk

[to: soda poppy]

Is that a . . . normal occurrence?

[from: soda poppy]

sadly yeah

[to: soda poppy]

Wait, is she even allowed to attend PTA meetings? You two don’t have any children?

[from: soda poppy]

she’s on the school board so she has the right 2 attend. idk if she’s supposed to or not but its never stopped her b4

“Everythin’ good over there?” Virginia asks.

“I believe I may have just enabled Jan to attend a PTA meeting drunk.” Virginia snorts, swiping at her phone.

“Good for her, honestly. The only reason she and Poppy live in that neighborhood is so that Jan can flaunt her wife in front of all the capital-s Straight people, because she’s a petty fuckin’ bitch.”

“That is a strange word choice for your best friend.”

“I hate Jan, she’s a bitch,” Virginia says, smirking fondly at her phone. Logan knows her girlfriend well enough to know that this statement is disingenuous, so she stands up, stretching her arms above her head, and leans down to drop a kiss onto Virginia’s forehead.

*~*~*~*~*

Logan blinks awake slowly, feeling for the position of her limbs. She’s on her left side, left arm tucked up under her pillow to cradle her head, wrapped in the thick comforter of their bed. Her right arm is slung across Virginia’s body, and her girlfriend is pressed up against her, head tucked right under Logan’s chin and face nestled into her neck and chest. Virginia breathes, slow and deep and even, and Logan hums, huffing out a soft exhale.

She carefully wiggles out of bed, tucking the comforter around Virginia’s curled-up form. Virginia grumbles when the cool morning air slips against her skin, because she is a foolish woman who insists upon sleeping in short shorts and a spaghetti-strap tank top no matter the current weather patterns. Logan wraps her up, making sure that she’s shifted into the middle of the warm divot of body heat, and Virginia settles in, asleep again in a heartbeat.

Logan turns to the corner chair, where her early-morning outfit is already laid out: athletic leggings, a sports bra, a moisture-wicking quarter zip jacket. She changes quietly, lights off, and tugs on a pair of ankle socks before slinking into the bathroom. Once the door is shut, she flicks on the soft lights over the vanity and carefully undoes her sleep braid. Normally, Virginia does Logan’s hair, because Logan is not good at dealing with her wavy, tangled, curly mess, but she won’t wake up her girlfriend for that. She can, at bare minimum, pull her hair up into a high ponytail for running purposes.

They live in a small town only a short walk (and even shorter bike ride) from the beach, full of little two-story brightly-colored beach cottages. Logan steps off her front porch, pulls out her phone, and quickly shoots a text.

[to: ginny <3]

I am headed to the beach for my weekly run. I will likely return before you wake up, but in case I do not: I will be back before 9 AM.

[to: ginny <3]

I love you <3

Logan kicks up the kickstand on her bike, runs her fingers over the glossy dark-blue paint flecked with white and silver and gold to mimic stars, and swings one leg over the bike seat. She carefully pedals out into the narrow road and heads for the beach. The cool early-morning air whips past her face, and she chances a glance up at the dark-blue-turning-light-blue-grey sky and smiles.

She’s always been an early-morning morning person, anyway.

*~*~*~*~*

Logan’s sneakers dig into the hard-packed wet sand along the water’s edge as she runs. Seagulls scatter in front of her, and the podcast Virginia recommended hums in her ear. The sun creeps up, up, up onto the horizon, coloring the blue-grey into streaks of brilliant pink and orange and gold, light reflecting off the water in resplendent diamond sparkles.

Logan runs half a mile down the beach, turns around, runs back to where she started and then runs half a mile in the other direction before turning around and running back to her starting point. By the time she’s bent over, hands on her knees, huffing out breath while her legs burn pleasantly, the sun has emerged fully from the ocean, and Logan is beginning to wish she had worn a visor.

She takes a moment to appreciate the sensory experiences of being on a nearly-abandoned beach: the scent of salt water, the sound of waves crashing against sand, the errant cries of gulls squabbling over fish. Their little beach is not nearly pristine enough for a tourist attraction, and too far north along the Atlantic coast to be warm year-round. Still, Logan loves it, and cannot imagine living anywhere else.

She hunts along the water’s edge as she walks, briefly, a cool-down before the bike ride home. She finds a few things worth photographing, a few crabs to shoo back into the ocean, and a few things worth gathering: an intact clam shell whose smooth curve runs unbroken from the heel of her palm to the tip of her index finger when she lays it flat in her hand, a light gray rock worn smooth by the waves that turns dark-gray-almost-black when wet, a small spiral shell that she thinks may have broken off of the top of a snail shell. Logan wraps all three things carefully in a small handkerchief from the little bag she keeps in her bike basket, pulling out her phone to note the time (8:37 AM) and the message notification flashing at her.

[from: ginny<3]

dunno why you insist on being a morning person. stop by the dunkin on your way back and get us breakfast?

[to: ginny<3]

You had Dunkin for breakfast three times this week. You should consume something healthy.

[from: ginny <3]

>:( >:( >:( >:(

[from: ginny <3]

counterpoint: you bringing me dunkin is better than me not eating breakfast at all. which is the alternative because i do not want to get up and prepare anything

[to: ginny <3]

Your womanly wiles will not work on me in regards to Dunkin breakfast.

[from: ginny <3]

bitch (affectionate)

[to: ginny <3]

Would you like me to make you breakfast on my return, beloved?

[from: ginny <3]

. . .

[from: ginny <3]

will you make me an omelette? with all the cheesy goo an shit?

[to: ginny <3]

I will make you an omelette with some degree of “cheese goo.”

Logan slides her phone into her pocket, huffing out a laugh at her girlfriend’s behavior, and hops onto her bike again.

*~*~*~*~*

“Your omelettes are always so much better than mine,” Virginia says, moaning as she sinks her teeth into an enormous bite of egg and cheese. Logan, calmly dicing bell peppers to mix into her own omelette, smiles.

“All food tastes better when it is prepared by someone who is not you.”

“You’ve clearly never had anything the twins have cooked.” Virginia takes another bite, pops a multivitamin into her mouth, and chases it down with a gulp of milk. “Besides, it tastes better because you made it.”

“I am not the most accomplished chef in the world, certainly, but I am glad you enjoy my cooking.”

Virginia laughs softly. “Lo, I like your food because it’s prepared by someone who loves me. I can taste the love in everything you make for me.”

Logan turns back to her peppers to hide her blush. “Love is not a measurable ingredient when cooking.” Virginia laughs again, louder this time; when Logan sets the knife down, she hears Virginia’s chair scrape out behind her as she stands, feels her arms wrap around her waist, feels the cool skin of her face press into her neck.

“Love you.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Stressful day at work?” Logan asks, hearing the door slam.

Virginia kicks off her flats, sending them flying into the wall with a clatter. Logan sets down her crochet project and moves toward the entrance of their house, where Virginia is shrugging off her rainjacket to reveal a mint-green Peter Pan-collared blouse and dark gray dress pants. “The stressiest.”

Logan takes the jacket and shakes it out on the tiled entranceway before hanging it on the hook. “I am sorry, beloved.”

“Lots of assessments, lots of parents who don’t understand why I’m assessing their kid, lots of parents insisting that there’s nothing wrong with their kid, or that there’s no way their kid could possibly have the deficits that I’m seeing. Like, I wouldn’t make this shit up, you know? Literally, let me help your child. You came to me, remember? I’m not in the habit of imposing myself onto people.”

“That sounds very stressful,” Logan says. She tries to picture a life where she spends all her time interacting with people she doesn’t know on a regular basis instead of her little corner of the university biochemistry lab where she only has to interact with three or four known people and her immediate supervisor, mostly by email. It sends icy fingers skittering down her spine.

“It is, I hate it. I mean, Kitty’s my supervisor until I get my C’s, so if I have problems I can consult with her, but like . . . why are people the way that they are.”

Logan stretches up and presses a gentle kiss to Virginia’s cheek. “I love you, Ginny.”

Virginia exhales and folds herself around Logan, draping her body over her girlfriend and going limp and boneless. “I don’t wanna be a real person for the rest of the night.”

“That can be arranged.”

“But it’s my night to make dinner.”

“I do not mind switching and having you make dinner tomorrow,” Logan says. “This is an acceptable deviation from the routine.” Virginia pushes her face into Logan’s neck, and Logan nuzzles the side of her head, and she sighs like the entire world has lifted off her chest.

*~*~*~*~*

(This is how it starts:

Logan, taking a class on British literature in her sophomore year because she needs to meet her core requirements. Logan, meeting Rosie, disagreeing with her on almost every single point she raises in class, hating when they’re paired up for their midterm project but earning the best grade in the class overall. Logan, seeing a text from Rosie about how her housemate needs people to participate in a research study for extra credit. Logan, making the long trek down to the health sciences building and seeing Virginia for the first time, thinking that she’s pretty and not knowing that she’ll be thinking that for the rest of her life.)

*~*~*~*~*

“Hello, gorgeous,” Virginia hums.

“Are you talking to me or to the mint plant?” Logan says, aggressively stabbing her pointer finger against the Delete key. It clacks loudly, and she mutters an insult under her breath. “I am going to set myself on fire. I swear to god, I am.”

“Obviously the mint plant,” Virginia says, turning and dropping a kiss on Logan’s head. “You okay, honey?” Logan grumbles more and shoves the laptop away from her with a disgruntled noise. Virginia moves the laptop away and leans over to kiss her forehead.

“I am trying to politely word an email whose essence boils down to, ‘If you do not send me my fucking samples in a timely manner, I am going to be forced to commit an Atrocity the likes of which this earth has never seen’,” Logan says.

Virginia laughs so hard that she sits down on the tiled kitchen floor, wiping tears from her eyes. “You are so funny,” she wheezes. Logan feels her irritation fade a little under the brightness of her girlfriend’s joy. “Let me see the email, I’m good at professional bullshitting.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Braid my hair!” Rosie says, throwing herself down onto the couch. Logan lifts her laptop up just in time to keep Rosie’s head from slamming into the keyboard.

“Ginny is your best bet for braids, Rosie. I have limited experience.”

“It doesn’t have to be fancy, It just has to be off my neck.”

Logan saves her document and sets her laptop on the coffee table, poking at Rosie’s ribs until she slides onto the floor and settles cross-legged between Logan’s thighs. “A comb and some hair-ties would be appreciated.”

“REMUS!” Rosie shouts.

“WHAT?”

“BRING ME A BRUSH AND SOME HAIR BANDS!”

“GET YOUR OWN!”

“I’m going to kill that man,” Rosie mutters, rolling to her feet. There are suspicious muffled thumping noises from the other room for a few minutes before Rosie emerges, victorious, hair somehow even messier than it was in the first place.

“You are the single loudest person I have ever met,” Logan sighs, taking the comb and the hair ties and beginning to drag it through Rosie’s curls. Rosie winces, just a little, at the pull of the comb, and Logan tries to be more gentle.

“Thank you!”

“I did not say that was a compliment.

“Hey!”

*~*~*~*~*

Logan tugs her sweatshirt sleeves down from where she’d rolled them up previously, shivering a little. Part of her wishes that she had worn leggings instead of capris as she drags the folding chair a little closer to the bonfire, toes dragging through the still-sun-warmed sand. The speaker set up on the food table blasts some sort of current pop music, and Rosie and Poppy dance around each other, chanting the lyrics at each other. They are both very loud and very off-key and, Logan suspects, fairly drunk as well. Remus is in the ocean (definitely buzzed, potentially naked) and Jan is standing at the edge of the ocean, watching to make sure he stays alive.

“Hey,” someone says, low and rumbling in her ear. Logan does not flinch (just barely) and turns to see Virginia, holding a plastic cup with a poorly-drawn sketch of the state of Virginia on it. Her hair is starting to come loose from its messy bun, and her sweater sleeves keep sliding down over her wrists and nearly dunking into her drink, and her breath smells sweet and alcoholic. When she lifts her hand to Logan’s cheek, her fingers are cool, and Logan shivers.

“How’s my girl?” Virginia asks.

“Cold,” Logan answers honestly. Virginia laughs, tipping her head back and exposing the long strip of her neck. Logan wants to lick it.

“You’re adorable,” Virginia says, leaning in and pressing her mouth against Logan’s ear. Her breath is warm and slightly damp. “So pretty, my Logan, and so smart. I bet you know exactly what chemical compounds are making the flames turn that color, hmmm?”

Logan can feel her face burning hotter than the bonfire, but Virginia just sits languidly in her lap, feet propped up on the armrest. Her toes are painted pale purple, and the glitter sparkles in the firelight.

“How many drinks have you had?” Logan asks.

“Enough to feel all tingly,” Virginia says, swirling whatever’s in her cup. “How many have you had?”

“None,” Logan answers honestly. Virginia leans her head against Logan’s shoulder, and her wispy frizz tickled Logan’s nose. She sneezes, and Virginia giggles in the high-pitched, superficial way she only giggles when she gets really, really drunk.

“You sound so cute when you sneeze.”

“I do not.”

“Of course you do,” and now Virginia is looking at her, eyes glowing warm in the firelight. “You sound cute when you do anything. You’re cute when you exist. You’re cute no matter what. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

Logan hates the taste of alcohol, but she leans in and kisses Virginia anyway.

*~*~*~*~*

“Lo.”

“Hmmm?”

“Pick a color.”

“What?”

“I’m painting my toes again. Pick a color for me.”

Logan flops over onto her stomach, staring at the neat row of creme polishes sitting on their ottoman. Virginia’s bare feet are propped up in front of them, spread apart awkwardly with neon lemon gel toe spreaders, and she studies the nail polish like she’s trying to determine which vial isn’t poisoned.

“I like that one,” she says finally, pointing to a pale pink polish the color of the flowers Virginia brought her on their first date. Virginia hums, picking the bottle up and tilting it critically in the light.

“Not the one I would have picked, but I said you could pick, so I guess we’re doing it.”

Virginia tosses some bottles of toppers (or “tacos” as she calls them, slang from one of the YouTubers she likes) onto the bed while she paints her toes, and Logan sifts through them to settle on a blue-yellow iridescent one.

“I do not know how you can get behind wearing something called a Unicorn Skin,” Logan says. Virginia just shrugs and plucks the bottle from her hand. Their fingers overlap - Logan’s warm from where they’ve been tucked under her body, Virginia’s cool from where they’ve been gripping the glass bottle. Impulsively, Logan lifts Virginia’s fingers and kisses the tips.

“You’re going to smear the polish,” Virginia mutters, even though she painted her fingers earlier today and they’ve been dry for a while. She doesn’t bother to yank her fingers away, either, so Logan kisses them again.

*~*~*~*~*

“Logan!”

Logan is fully aware that the only thing keeping Poppy from crashing into her like a floral-sundress-covered cannonball is the casserole dish in her hands. She counts her blessings and steps aside to let Poppy in.

“Where’s Jan?”

“Getting something from the car! It’s my turn to drive us home, so she brought something to drink.”

Jan primly kicks the passenger side door shut with her heeled ankle boots, a bottle of wine grasped by the neck in each hand.

“I hope you do not intend to drink both of those in their entirety tonight,” Logan says. Jan rolls her eyes and offers one of the bottles to her.

“This one is a gift for you and Ginia. The other one is for me.”

“None for Poppy?”

“Poppy is the designated driver, so she will not be drinking. And I know she already told you that.” Logan rolls her eyes, and Jan flips her off. “Are you going to invite me in or not?”

“What are you, a vampire?” Virginia shouts from the kitchen.

“Only one of us dresses like the undead, darling, and it isn’t me,” Jan calls back, stepping into the house. “Are the twins here yet?”

“They cannot attend. Remus has orchestra practice and Rosie is teaching a dance class. You already knew both of these facts, because you are in the group text.”

“I am not.”

“You responded to a message in the group thread fifteen minutes ago.”

“That was the NSA agent assigned to monitor me.”

“You are a liar.”

“What else is new?”

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

soda poppy: hey every1! DONUT 4get to make ur bakesale goodies and drop them off at r house by 7 am on fri!

lo tide: Please use normal words. I am begging you.

snesbian (snake lesbian): then beg.

lo tide: I do not recall asking for your opinion.

snesbian (snake lesbian): and yet i give it to you anyway. am i not generous

virgin: if you don’t stop making fun of my gf i swear to god

virgin: also remus if you don’t stop changing my name i’m gonna end you

virgin has changed their name to gin(ny) and tonic!

gin(ny) and tonic: much better anyway

violets are blue rosie is me: i believe you meant anygay

gin(ny) and tonic: i said what i fucking said

ace attorney irl: you changed your name :(

gin(ny) and tonic: every day the Lord regrets giving all of us mod powers in this chat

snesbian (snake lesbian): i have no such regrets

lo tide: Can we circle back to the bake sale, please?

soda poppy: Whatchu wanna kno???

lo tide: I assume it is school related?

soda poppy: yep!

soda poppy: fundraising 4 this year’s art club field trip! since im the faculty advisor im in charge of approving and setting up 4 the fundraisers

lo tide: I see. And why, exactly, is it our responsibility to make things for this fundraiser? Should it not be the students’ responsibility?

soda poppy: they r makin stuff 4 it but also i gotta make sure some of the stuff will b edible yknow

lo tide: I see.

gin(ny) and tonic: listen i know that jan is like. a professional pastry chef an shit. but i’m not making anything fancy like a cheesecake or smthn

gin(ny) and tonic: i’m making like. fuckin brownies

snesbian (snake lesbian): smh don’t you care about the Children at all?

gin(ny) and tonic: no. they’re not my kids

ace attorney irl: i will make cookies

soda poppy: u cannot make them inappropriate shapes

ace attorney irl: :(

violets are blue rosie is me: do not worry, i will make sure they are an appropriate shape

violets are blue rosie is me: i’ll make cupcakes!

lo tide: I believe I have a recipe for lemon squares that I can make. Will lemon squares be sufficient?

soda poppy: yeah! just keep ur stuff free of common allergens like tree nuts

gin(ny) and tonic: so my plan to just yeet you a bag of reese’s peanut butter cups and call it a contribution is out then

*~*~*~*~*

Virginia throws a box of brownie mix into the cart and dusts her hands off. “There. Done.”

Logan raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t give me that look, we have the rest of the ingredients at home. We have tap water, we have oil, we have eggs, we don’t need anything else. What do we need for your lemon thingies?”

“Lemons, presumably.”

“You’re a comedian,” Logan deadpans. Virginia flips her off, and then leans in to kiss her cheek. “I do need lemons, though. Lemons, more eggs . . . I have a list in my phone.”

“What phone?” Virginia says, dangling Logan’s galaxy-patterned case above her head. “I think you’re too short for this, Lo.”

“Give me my phone,” Logan says, rolling her eyes. Virginia wiggles it above her head, laughing.

“Maybe you should give me something in return.”

“Like what?”

Virginia grins. “Like a kiss, perhaps?”

Logan rolls her eyes again, but she leans in and kisses Virginia gently, swiping her phone back when Virginia lowers her hand to cup her face. “Thank you for paying the toll, sweetheart.”

“You are ridiculous,” Logan says. It doesn’t stop her from gently kissing Virginia’s cheek before pushing the cart down the aisle again.

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

lo tide: What time did you want us to drop off the baked goods, Poppy?

soda poppy: if ur gonna b in the area, u can just drop them off at my house!

ace attorney irl: i made some of the shapes inappropriate but those ones r 4 u and jan

soda poppy: what did u make 4 the bake sale?

ace attorney irl: . . .

soda poppy: what did u make 4 the children, remus.

ace attorney irl: nothin’ too crazy! jan had some normal summer shapes - suns, flip flops, etc. etc. used those

soda poppy: :D thx remus!

ace attorney irl: made some fishies too! but the octopi are just for u an jan.

ace attorney irl: i . . . may have painted dicks on them

soda poppy: well at least u warned me right

*~*~*~*~*

“Did you get the right kind of popcorn?” Logan asks.

“If by ‘the right kind’ you mean ‘your favorite kind,’ then yes, I did,” Virginia says, coming into the living room with a large yellow bowl full of fluffy popcorn. “What are we watching tonight? It’s your turn to pick, isn’t it?”

“Gay fish,” Logan says.

Virginia sets the popcorn on the coffee table and blinks at her. “That is . . . quite the description of Finding Nemo, sweetheart.”

“Not Finding Nemo, Ginny. Luca. It’s new, and it’s not explicitly gay, but there is a very obvious queer reading. I thought we could watch it together.”

“Anything with you sounds wonderful.”

“Sap,” Logan mutters. She leans in to kiss Virginia’s cheek, but Virginia turns at the last moment and presses their lips together.

“Are you sure you want to watch a movie?” she says. “We could just make out instead, if you want.” She pushes gently on Logan’s stomach, guiding her to lay on her back on the couch. Virginia lays on top of her, gently sliding a hand to rest warm and heavy on her stomach. She leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Logan’s neck, and then her jaw, and then rubbing their noses together.

“Tonight is movie night,” Logan says. Virginia presses their mouths together, and Logan hums, gently pressing up into the kiss. “We should be watching a movie.”

“Are you sure?” Virginia says. “I think we should pursue this avenue a little further.”

Logan squirms a little. “I - I would not - um - no, thank you.”

Virginia’s eyes, which were hazing over with something, clear as she blinks. “Okay, sweetheart.” She leans back, sits up, pulls Logan into a sitting position. “Are you alright?”

“I’m okay,” she says. “I just - I am not in the mood for that tonight. If that is okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Virginia says. She holds out a hand, and Logan takes it. Virginia kisses the back of it before settling herself on the couch. “I am so proud of you for expressing a boundary and telling me you were uncomfortable. I know that expressing boundaries is something that we’re both working on, and you did a wonderful job. Tell me what you want, Lo. Please?”

“I would like a kiss,” Logan says. “Just one. And then I would like to cuddle, and - and I would like us to watch Luca together. Is that acceptable?”

Virgil nods. “Of course, love. Come here, hmmm?” Logan settles next to her, and Virginia gently cups her cheek and presses their mouths together. “I love you, Logan. So much. Of course we can watch Luca now.”

Virginia lays an arm along the top of the couch, allowing Logan to cuddle up against her and rest her head on her chest. “I love you,” Logan says softly.

“I love you too, sweetpea.”

*~*~*~*~*

Logan rolls over, yawning, and feels a small weight displace itself from her thighs. She blinks awake slowly, lifting her head and pushing her curtain of curls aside to reveal a black cat mewing at her grumpily before settling into a sushi roll beside her.

“Did I wake you? I am sorry, Galileo . . .”

Galileo settles against her, purring softly, while the ash-grey cat at the foot of the bed pads slowly up to curl on Virginia’s back. “That’s your favorite spot, isn’t it, Andromeda?” The cat emits a soft “mrrrp” before settling back down to sleep. Logan yawns, smiles, and gently strokes her hears. “What should we do, girls? Shall we stay awake and be productive members of society?”

Neither cat responds, and Logan looks at Virginia. She’s haloed in the morning light, eyes tightly shut, mouth hanging open, drool leaking into a puddle on the pillow. She snores a little - one, two, three snorts before settling back into a deep sleep.

“No,” Logan decides, “we shall not.” She lays back down, gently nudging Galileo a few inches over so that she can snuggle up to Virginia. Galileo stretches out, pressing a paw directly into Logan’s cheek. Logan shoves her, and she resettles onto Logan’s feet with an indignant noise.

“You can sleep by my face when you do not kick my face,” Logan mutters, curling into her love.

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

soda poppy: r u all comin 2 the bake sale 2morrow?!

lo tide: I was under the impression that we were only providing the baked goods. Is it not for the students at the school?

soda poppy: we got waaaayyyy more stuff than we thought so we r havin a 2nd bakesale 2morrow 4 parents an stuff!

soda poppy: we r gonna need sum help with setup though . . .

lo tide: Poppy, please do not even -

soda poppy: 🥺🥺🥺 p l e a s e

lo tide: Poppy.

snesbian (snake lesbian): logan

lo tide: If I agree to stop and pick up coffee for everyone, will that motivate you all to turn out?

violets are blue rosie is me: i’m always a slut for free coffee

lo tide: I’m sorry, where did I say that this would be free?

violets are blue rosie is me: D:<

ace attorney irl: eh i’m down for it. where you swingin’ by?

soda poppy: there’s a panera p close 2 where the bake sale is!!! it’s gonna b at the morning girl’s basketball game

lo tide: Does anyone have any issues with Panera coffee?

violets are blue rosie is me: nah. large iced coffee, add three ounces of half and half, two pumps of sugar syrup, two pumps of vanilla, and caramel drizzle.

ace attorney irl: complicated bitch much?

violets are blue rosie is me: why must the cain instinct betray me like this

ace attorney irl: the cain instinct started when we stole each other’s genders in the womb

violets are blue rosie is me: this is true this is true but you’re still a bitch

ace attorney irl: large hazelnut coffee, two sugars, please

snesbian (snake lesbian): large dark roast, black

soda poppy: medium decaf coffee, two ounces of almond milk, and two pumps of sugar syrup!

gin(ny) and tonic: large caramel latte

lo tide: You . . . are going to ride in the car with me to pick up the coffee, we can order our own coffees. I do not need your order, love.

lo tide: But I appreciate the information <3 <3

*~*~*~*~*

“We come bearing gifts,” Virginia announces loudly. “And by gifts, I mean we bought a baker’s dozen of cinnamon crunch bagels for everybody.”

“Well, there are twelve cinnamon crunch bagels and one plain bagel, bagged separately, for me,” Logan corrects, expertly balancing two coffee trays with a bagel container. “Also, we made more brownies.”

Poppy looks up from where she’s instructing two high-schoolers on how to hang a sign properly and grins, waving brightly. Jan is leaning on the table, hand on her head, sipping at a water bottle.

“Vodka or whiskey?” Logan asks dryly, handing over Jan’s black coffee. Jan blinks at her, flips her off, and drains a long swig from her cup.

“Water. Partied a little too hard with Remy last night, and now I’m hungover as shit.”

“We suspected as much, which is why we brought you an extra coffee.”

“Lifesaver,” Jan says, knocking back another long drag of coffee before taking a sip of her water bottle. (Logan suspects the bottle is actually Poppy’s, due to the sun-shiney stickers plastered all over it.) “You and Poppy both. But if you tell anyone that, I’ll gut you like a fish."

“No, you won’t,” Logan says, turning to hand Rosie and Remus their respective drinks. “You never do.”

Jan flips her off, but Virginia comes up behind her and leans her forehead against her shoulder. Logan turns, kissing her forehead, and smiles.

Life is good today, she thinks. Life is good.

(screen names!

virgin -> gin(ny) and tonic; ginny <3 = virginia (virgil)

lo tide = logan

snesbian (snake lesbian) = jan (janus)

soda poppy = poppy (patton)

ace attorney irl = remus

violets are blue rosie is me = rosie (roman) (thanks to @rosesisupposes for letting me borrow your screen name for this!)

[alby-rei]

Masterlist

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Some links for quick navigation to my posts! 

Legend: ✨ New, 💕 Faves, 🔜 Coming soon

~ 🕹 Play Ikemen Vampire RPG

IkeVamp Short Story Collections

Comte’s Ghost Mansion (Ghostbuster!Reader)

Part 1 [ft. Sebastian]

Part 2 [ft. Mozart]

Part 3 [ft. Dazai]

Part 4 [ft. Arthur]

✨ Part 5 [ft. Vincent & Theo]

🔜 Part 6 [ft. Comte]

Pranking the Mansion Residents

Piano Heist [Targets: Mozart, Arthur]

Sorry, Not Sorry [Target: Theo]

What Goes Up, Must Come Down [Target: Dazai]

Non-romantic Short Stories

IkeVamp Bloopers and Outtakes [Multi-suitor]

IkeVamp plays Mafia (part 1)  [Multi-suitor]

💕 IkeVamp plays Mafia (part 2)  [Multi-suitor]

Finding Vincent™ [Vincent, Theo, Shakespeare, Comte]

Class is in Session [Isaac, Napoleon]

Stranger Dreams [Isaac, Napoleon]

Ikemen Vampire x Reader/MC

~Leonardo da Vinci 🐈

Sharing is Caring and that includes Naps

Keep your Eyes on Me

💕 Hugs and Guessing Games

Protect You

My Snowman and Me

In Your Loving Embrace (I almost died)

Cat Naps

The Scent of Home

💕 Whatever It Takes

On Cloud Nine

~Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 🎶

Late Night Lullaby 

A Quarter Rest

~Arthur Conan Doyle 📘

Midnight Snacks 

💕 Arthur’s Pillow 

Blind dating game 

~Vincent van Gogh 🌻

Paint My World in Shades of You 

💕 Painting on Buttercream Cake 

The Wandering Painter 

~Theodorus van Gogh 💼

A Spoonful of Sugar 

A Moment of Peace 

~Isaac Newton 🌌

Defender of Your Dreams 

✨The Shy & Clumsy Physicist

~Osamu Dazai 💜

Hold on Tight (unless you want to fall) 

~William Shakespeare 🎭

💕 Intermission

~Le Comte de Saint-Germain 🥖

💕 Moonlight Waltz

Getting Ready Together

~Sebastian/Akihiko Satou 🤍

Growing Pains

✨Growing Pains: Hand-washing clothes

~Vlad 🌹

Dessert for Two 

Tears of Themis x Reader/MC 

When You Wish Upon a Lucky Star

Warmth in Your Hands, Warmth in My Heart

Memes

Who’s beefy, dumb, AND kind in IkeVamp?    

Jean’s New Groove 

Ikevamp reacting to the Lion King 

Puns ft. Dazai, Mozart, Comte, and Jean 

Breaking spaghetti breaks Leonardo’s heart 

Doodles & Gifts for friends

Portrait of the English Bois [Arthur and Isaac]

Portrait of the Big Bambino [Leonardo]

Portrait of Sir Naps-a-lot [Napoleon]

Pikachu Gasp™ [Vlad] 

Isaac and James Newton [for Shookspearewrites’ story]

Chibi Vlad + Strawberries [Vlad; Bday gift]

Kiss the Cook [Masamune; Ikesen]

Do it for Them [Naruto; Secret Santa]

Nobunaga & Mitsuhide as Tokaido travelers [Ikesen; Bday gift]

Darius Morgan SR [Tears of Themis; Bday gift]

Tobirama & Kakashi [Naruto; Bday gift]

Chibi Inumaki [JJK; Bday gift]