#(classic migraine aura fun)

[victoriousfidelity]

i wasn't sure if i was going to say anything about this here, but i've realised it'll probably keep having an impact on my activity here, so: i'm going through a bit of a health scare at the moment, and that coupled with some other stuff that's going on is really throwing me for a loop. i probably won't be around on the dash very much for a little while. i'll be fixing some stuff behind the scenes (updating sig's verses, doing new tag drops), and adding posts to my queue (which will start posting again on 12/08). you'll also probably see me popping up here sporadically. please don't take it personally if i'm difficult to contact ooc over the next few weeks. discord is probably the best bet for getting in touch with me, and you're welcome to message me here to ask for my username, but again: responses will likely be a bit all over the place. hopefully i'll be back with another ooc post soon saying that everything is fine! look after yourselves 🧡

[sheliesshattered]

The overdress is all in one piece! And we have sleeves! With bonus screen accurate Rhaenyra ring!

Work has been extra weird this week, but weird in a way that's given me more time to iron and pin and sew than I usually have. So I was able to get through that long list of pressing tasks from my last post, and then pin the two front panels to the side panels (which are already sewn to the back panels), pin the back seams of the sleeves, and sew those four seams earlier today.

With those seams done, the sleeves are sleeve-shaped and the dress is basically dress-shaped. All of those new seams need pressed, and the sleeve seams will need to be hand-finished since the black silk organza is a bit itchy on its cut edges. There's just one more body seam left to sew for the dress, the center front seam, and then the little shoulder seams.

There's quite a lot of finishing to be done, both on the dress and the sleeves. In the above pic, the sleeve is just clamped closed at the underside of the wrist, and once it has its hooks-and-eyes it'll fit a lot more smoothly. And then there's all the seam finishing for the dress, hemming the neck and armscyes and skirt edge, and handsewing on all the trim and beading. Lots to do!

I've been working little by little on the handsewing for the seams finishes for the underdress, and then it will need all its hemming too. But when possible I've been trying to focus on the overdress, because if it came down to it, I would rather have the overdress done and leave the underdress somewhat unfinished. But today is exactly 15 weeks until I have to pack for Dragon Con, so I've still got time, and I'm hoping I can get everything finished to my liking in the time remaining.

Besides the dress itself, I still have a few things to do on the wig, and I've been tracking down the jewelry pieces one by one, and I may actually end up making one piece that I've been unable to find. I also want to make a little handbag to carry all my stuff at con, but that's definitely on the nice-to-have list.

Some days I feel like I'll be able to get through this whole project with time to spare, and other days I feel like I'm going to be working on it up until the very last moment, and maybe have to cut corners to get it done. Getting through this last portion of machine sewing and into all the extensive handsewing will hopefully give me a better idea of how long the whole thing will take.

But, of course, I'm already having Ideas™ about what other cosplays I could make for Dragon Con this year, if I do end up having time at the end of the summer. One of them would be pretty straightforward, and I could use the same pattern as this project with just a few modifications, and I already have at least most of the materials I would need to complete it. The other one is completely ridiculous, with tedious machine sewing and handsewing, but damn it would be fun.

Welp. I guess if I want to have any hope of finishing this cosplay and maybe one or two more after that, I should probably get back to it. My iron awaits!

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Love, Maybe? {45}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: None 😊

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

NOTE: **Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought. 

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Chapter 45:  Full Circle 

The flashing of the cameras was everywhere and even from inside the limo you could hear the shouting of the paps. It was finally the night you’d worked your ass off for the last few months. Finally, the night to show off your vision, time for you to reap the rewards. You took several breathes trying to calm your nerves in prep for when the car stopped, and you had to step out into the sea of fame. You were nervous.

 The last few days you’d had the good fortune to get away for a few days. You, Chris and Ella went to Napa and enjoyed some quiet time away from prying eyes and were able to connect as a family. It was like no time passed at all you fell into sync like it was a normal occurrence. Ella was overjoyed and happily hung all over Chris. From when the sun rose she was glued to his side. You didn’t mind, it was cute to watch, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful. Once she was snuggly tucked into bed he was yours and he used the time to worship every single inch of your body with precision. Though the two of you easily physically connected it was clear that the two of you would need time to seamlessly fit emotionally. You had no doubt that you’d get there eventually because you knew what you felt for him was real, though it still scared you.

 By the time the three of you got back down to LA, most of your nerves were gone and you felt closer to him than you had in a while. When you and Chris broke the news to your family about the divorce being off and an engagement in the works they were over the moon, especially your mother. She must have shouted “thank you sweet baby Jesus” at least ten times. She even confessed to Chris that she was running out of hope that you’d ever get married. He only laughed.

Chris’ family seemed ecstatic when you sat with him for a FaceTime call to clue them in and bring them up to speed. His mother, Lisa could not stop smiling and it almost made you cry to see how they all genuinely looked happy. It was unexpected considering how meeting them had gone.  

 A soft tap to the glass of the limo brought your attention back to the event. The door opened and one of the ushers helped you out onto the carpet. As soon as you stepped out the cameras flashed blinding you. It took you several moments to adjust and develop a strategy. You slowly walked down the carpet and smiled at the cameras and posed for them to get their shots. They shout your name left and right, it was difficult to look everywhere at once.

 When you made it further down the carpet the interviews began.

 “Vixen, this is your night. How do you feel?”

 “Amazing. I am so excited to be here. Everyone has worked so hard to get to tonight and I can’t wait for everyone to experience it.”

 “This is your second restaurant. What would you say is the aesthetic for this one?”

 “Ethereal, elegant, comfortable. I really wanted to give diners an experience not just with the food but with the décor and ambiance as well. So this is a whole bring experience and I hope everyone has a good time--an engaging time.”

 “I see you have quite a beautiful ring on a particular finger, anything to say about it?”

 You looked down to your ring finger at the classic, but expensive engagement ring you wore. Your smile could not be hidden.

 “Um, well no. nothing to say about it. Thank you.”

 You walked away and continued going down the line of eager reports and paps and answered their questions that was about the restaurant and the night, anything else you graciously evaded. After a few interviews, Kassius joined you for pictures and a few words where he praised your professionalism, eye for detail, skill and grace during the entire project.

 After forty minutes your cheeks hurt, and you were more than ready to get things moving. The restaurant was full and loud. You smiled at diners as you passed and thanked people for coming out and posed for pictures. When you made it toward the back you saw your family and Chris and Ella in the middle of them. He wore a sleek wine-colored tux with a bow tie that matched Ella’s white dress with wine colored details. When they saw you, they clapped as you approached. When you got to them you each gave you hugs and congratulated you.

“Mama Yayyyy!” you smiled and kissed Ella all across her face. Chris leaned to you and kissed your cheek.

 “I am so proud of you.” You smiled and gazed in his deep blue eyes relishing the flutter of the butterflies in your belly.

 “All right, family, I have to get to work. Enjoy dinner.” You smiled and walked off to the kitchen where your staff waited. Once you stepped inside they got quiet.

 “Thank you everyone for your efforts that lead to tonight. Thank you for your faith in me and this vision I had, and I appreciate you taking a chance with me on this journey. May it be a fun, fulfilling and lucrative adventure. Are we ready to have fun?”

 They clapped and whooped giving you even more confidence then you changed and got to work crafting the dishes that you’d painstakingly put together over the last few months. You were so grateful that everything ran smoothly, there were no accidents, nothing burned, nothing that went wrong. You tried not to think about the reception of the dishes that were sent out, tried not to think of what they were saying in the dining area and tried to remain present in the kitchen and give every dish your all.

 Thankfully no one sent anything back, and every pass around the kitchen you made, everyone looked to be completely competent in what they were doing. By the time the kitchen service ended, and you were down to the last few plates of dessert you felt comfortable enough to leave it in the hands of your talented sous chef. You changed again and walked back out to the dining area. You slowly walked around and shook the hands of those who wanted to pay compliments to the chef. You made your rounds and chatted with each of them and thanked them for dining there.

 Everyone you spoke with expressed how much they loved the food and the experience the restaurant provided. The praise you received made you embarrassed, but you also felt appreciative for your accomplishment. When you made the turn to another reporter you were caught off guard when Ella tackled into your legs. Bending down you scooped her up and kissed her.

 “Hi princess, how are you?”

 “Good.”

 “How was the food?”

 “Yummy.” You smiled and looked back to the reporter.

 “A family affair tonight huh.”

 “Yes, I have every member of my family here, it’s a beautiful thing.”

 “I would definitely call tonight a success. I had the opportunity to taste some incredible things tonight. What was your inspiration?”

 “Good food, hearty food, rich foods, I love mixing and matching ingredients to create a whole new thing. I drew inspiration from many different regions, even the islands. I wanted to give the taste buds an experience and I really hope I accomplished that.

 “Da-da!”

 You looked back and saw Chris approaching. As he walked he drew the attention of everyone around. It was sexy and spoke of his aura. Your bottom teeth sank into your bottom lip. Your eyes drifted to the gold wedding band he wore, and you smiled wider. When he stood just behind you, you felt his arm around your waist. once he was there they continued snapping your pictures. Ella hugged you tightly looking back at Chris who gave her silly faces which she loved.

 "What do you think of tonight, Chris?"

“I think this is amazing. I was prepared for quite the experience and I was not disappointed. One thing with this beautiful human she does not disappoint.” You smiled and tried to keep a demure look on your face. you couldn’t lie it felt so good to hear him talk about you like this. It was a first.

 "How do you think it turned out?"

 “I think it turned out great. She did a wonderful job with everything in here and the food--,” he began giving a chefs kiss with his fingers. “The food was to die for.”

 “Yummy food,” Ella reiterated. You smiled and kissed her again.

 "Rumor is you're married. Any comment?" Chris locked eyes with you then smiled a full smile, one that you mirrored before you pinched your lips.

 “Tonight is about her and what an amazing accomplishment this is for her and all she's worked for in her career. This place is incredible, and the food was outstanding. So, the only thing I'll say is we’re happily married.”

 "Does that mean Chris Evans is finally in love, maybe?" Another smile spread across his face before he pulled you closer, holding you against his chest.

 “No maybe about it.” Again, your eyes met, and everyone faded away.

   -Chris-

 Life is funny. The one thing you swear you don’t want and the thing you run from can turn out to be the one thing you actually need. If anyone would have asked him three years ago if he’d be happily married three years later to the woman of his dreams a woman he loved more than the world with a beautiful daughter he would have said they were nuts. Thinking about what a difference three years made it really showed that nothing is impossible and even though we think we know what’s best fate usually has other plans.

 He softly brushed Ella’s hair from her forehead and watched her for a few more minutes. Her bedroom here was different than the one in Boston but she’d picked out everything and loved playing interior designer. He hoped she’d grow to love it as she loved her room in San Francisco. Placing a soft kiss on her temple he walked out and switched on her night light. As he walked through his home he turned off lights and double checked the alarm was armed and his entire world was safe.

 As he walked out back to the view that sold him he saw your back turned. You’d always loved this view. Once he was got to you he slinked behind you and wrapped his arms around you. your moan was low and breathy.

 “She's fast asleep.” He placed a tender kiss on your neck and trailed it down to your exposed shoulder.

 “It was a long night,” you responded burying deeper into his arms. He’d never get over how good it felt to hold you like this. He’d lost hope he ever would. Squeezing you in his embrace he dropped a few more kisses on your skin.

 The silence between the two of you stretched, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, it was a silence that brought peace, one that made him feel content for the first time in years.

 “Chris,” you began.

 “Mmm.”

 You took a deep breath and he knew you were preparing to speak. He felt slight anxiety over what you were going to say.

 “I’m sorry,” you whispered. He almost didn’t hear you.

 “For what?”

 “Everything, for not telling you about Ella when I found out I was pregnant, for the last six months. How I treated you, all the back and forth, all the pain I caused you. The things I said to you last month. My god, I never meant to hurt you.”

 He turned your face to him and kissed you gently. As soon as his lips met yours, he could feel the goosebumps break out on your skin. When his pulled back, he nuzzled your nose then kissed it. All of this felt natural to him. “It’s okay,” he whispered.

 “It’s not Chris, I was—horrible,” you added.

 “Okay, yes you hurt me—a lot. I don’t think anyone has hurt me the way you have. That alone spoke to me saying that you matter to me when no other before you had. That pain showed me what mattered to me. My career is great and everything but Vixen you and Ella mean so much more to me. So yeah the pain sucked, I’ve never had my heart broken until you.”

 It was full honesty, his truth. You looked down and to look away but he wouldn’t let you. He wasn’t having it. “I’m not angry with you Vixen, I’m just glad we have this third try.”

 “Me too,” you whispered.

 “Now, we just have to work on those flight instincts.” You smiled just as he did. “Don’t run away from me again sweetheart.” The expression on your face made his heart skip a beat. That was a first, he thought. The name felt natural, it felt like it was meant just for you. Again, he kissed you sweetly but passionately.

 “I'm proud of you Vix. You have no idea. Everything tonight was amazing, you really set the bar high for future restaurants.”

 “Thank you.”

 “So, what’s next for the woman who has broken the glass ceiling that enclosed her? What does the love of my life have on the agenda next?” He nuzzled his bearded cheek against yours smiling when you shivered.

 “Well, the cooking show, then another restaurant, maybe a line of pots, cutlery, food products, to begin.”

 “Wow. Sounds like a busy few years.”

 “From your lips to God’s ears,” you added.

 “When do you plan on having these five remaining kids?” You snorted and laughed loudly. It echoed over the backyard and into the night air around you.

 “You may be nearing old age, but I am still in my prime.” His laughter was loud, and it boomed in the backyard.

 “Plus, I never said I couldn’t do all of this while being barefoot and pregnant.”

 He smiled thinking of you that way. He couldn’t wait to see it. Tightening his hold around you, he moaned.

 “There is one thing I want first,” he breached.

 “You sure want a lot don’t you Mr. Evans.”

 “Damn right I do Mrs. Evans.”

 “Okay, shoot your shot.” He kissed your ear, then your jaw down to your neck and then your shoulder. Each kiss he placed elicited a moan from you that got sultrier and sultrier.

 “A wedding.” You looked back to him and searched his eyes.

 “I want to get married again, for real this time.” Slowly you smiled.

 “Really?” He nodded his head completely sure about what he wanted. He’d never wanted anything more. The idea of seeing you walk down the aisle to him made his throat tighten from the emotion bubbling within him.

 “Yes, and I know the perfect date,” he informed with a smirk. “August 15th, the first day that started it all, the day fate smiled on us.” Just as the words came out, you crushed your lips to his and expertly kissed him lacing your fingers at the back of his head. He was the first to moan but once he did you followed suit.  

 “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips not wanting to stop the kiss to speak.

 “Show me,” you whispered in the same fashion.

 He didn’t need to be told twice. He stood then bent to scoop you into his arms and kissed you tenderly--passionately and allowed the intensity to build. It didn’t take long, it never did. As he carried you through the house up the stairs to the bedroom he pressed you on the door and pulled a guttural moan from you.

 “Do you still see them?” Knowing just what you were asking he looked around for the ghosts of your love, ghosts that still remained, but were now something else.

 “I think I'll always see them, only difference now is they don't haunt me.” You smiled before you kissed him again. When he laid you on his bed he lost himself in your soulful eyes. He’d always loved your eyes. They were the first things he missed.

 “You're irresistible, so fucking perfect!” They were the words he said to you three years ago, words he’d uttered truthfully, as he was filled with earthshattering desire for you. The desire he felt now superseded that of the past. What he felt for you now could only be summed up with the word soulmate.  

 “I'm never going to get you out of my system. I'll never be over you, Vixen. You're my forever home." Your arms and legs wrapped around him and he finally knew what it meant for someone to be your home. You were his, you’d always been and would always be his home.

                                                         The End

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Closing Note: Thank you, EVERYONE, for all your support with this fic. Thank you for reading, sharing, commenting, reblogging, sending asks about it. I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH for it!❤❤

I appreciate each and every one of you!!!❤❤

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[springday-aus]

SVT’s Dino: Just Another Foodie Call

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Fic Piece Written By: Admin Grandma of @springday-aus

Main Characters: Y/N [fem. reader] and Seventeen’s Dino [Lee Chan]

Other Characters: Seventeen members [Minghao, Seungkwan, Vernon], oddball dates [multi-group + multi-members: ATEEZ’s Hongjoong, GOT7′s Bambam, and NCT’s Jungwoo], and Yeri (Red Velvet)

Genre: romance, comedy, college!au, waiter!Chan

Type: one-shot writing piece

Word Count: approx. 6.5k

Plot Summary: first dates are always awkward, but not for you. In fact, you actually became a master of them. But, what are all of these dates for? Easy answer: free food. Now that you think about it, there’s only one other person who seems to know your real motives—Chan, a waiter from your favorite restaurant. 

“—so, the best time to buy stocks is once a pandemic hits.” 

“Hmmm…” You nod along, as your date continues to ramble on and on about business. You make an effort to maintain some eye contact, in order to seem as if you were engaged in the conversation. In reality, you were wondering how far along they were making your food. Usually, they would be platting at this moment, but it is a Saturday—meaning the dinner rush was just getting started. 

“At that time, they’re lower, therefore cheaper.”

You continue to hum, not really listening to what he says, but trying to seem attentive to his words. You try to remember: look a bit interested in conversation and that’s enough to keep a guy’s attention. You glance up at him, taking in how animated he is as he talks. 

But, then again, he seems to be able to maintain this conversation on his own. 

You find yourself thinking: what was his name again? You glance down to the table, where his unofficial business card lays. Ah, right—Hongjoong. He’s a year above you. Business major, obviously something you picked up from the conversation alone. On the bright side, you didn’t have to worry about when you ran into him in the future. 

Just as he’s diving in further about the importance of stocks and investments, the entree plates finally come out and are set in front of the both of you. You mouth a thank-you to the waiter, who gives you a polite smile in return. 

Hongjoong continues to talk. “Then, as things become back to normal, the rates start to go back up and you get more than what you originally paid for. The only issue is time and how long it—” 

Jesus, these noodles look so beautiful covered in the sauce. Only God knows what the hell is in it, but it’s delicious nevertheless. The toppings are equal in distribution and the garnish looks perfect, as if the peak of the flavor mountain in front of you. Yes. This. This is why you are here. 

For a moment, you think you could cry. You’ve been waiting all week for these noodles. You take a glance at Hongjoong, who continues to ramble on and on about... savings? Did he move on from the other thing? Or was it bonds? Honestly, you’d stopped paying attention after he started promoting about the benefits of a savings account to you. 

In your category of first dates, you’d put Hongjoong in the chatterbox section, which means you can catch a break from these weekly dates. Yeah, he’s boring, but he’s a super nice guy—from what you can tell, you know he’ll pay for the meal. You almost feel bad about using him. Almost. 

Lifting your fork, you twirl a good amount of the noodles and drown it further into the sauce on the plate. Yes, come to mama. You carefully lift the fork to your mouth, trying not to shove it into your mouth like some goddamned animal. Once that first bite hits, you almost melt on the spot. God, that really makes the wait worth it. 

The night continues on and Hongjoong, eventually, starts to eat—after he asks your opinion on how to survive an economic crisis. Frankly, you can’t remember much to what happened on the date so far. You must have tuned out more than you originally thought. But, then again, when do you ever remember what happens on these dates? Except for a special case, a guy named Cameron (aka, he who shall not be named), every other guy tends to be forgotten about. 

As normal, you clear your plate—it’s clean of your food and you sigh with content. Your cravings have been satisfied. You wait for Hongjoong to finish eating, chatting him up to give some type of entertainment for the dinner. You use as much small talk as you can, from the weather updates to the different types of food served here. 

Near the end of the meal, as he finishes his plate, you smile up at him as politely as you can. “Shall we get the check and head out?” 

He returns the smile with one of his own. “Yes, that sounds good. It’s—” He checks his watch. “—about 6:30, which means the traffic shouldn’t be as bad right now. I can accompany you back to your apartment.” 

He calls over the waiter, asking for the bill. Once it’s laid on the table, you slowly grab your purse and reach for your wallet, but you don’t really get a grip on your card to actually pay. 

“No need (Y/N),” he says. “I got it.” 

You give another smile, which seems more genuine than any other smile you’ve had tonight. Trying to hide your satisfaction, you furrow your eyebrows to feign concern. “Are you sure, Hongjoong?” 

“Of course,” he says. “Women can pay, but it doesn’t mean they should.” He lays his shiny card on the black tray. “Especially on a first date.” 

He gives another smile with his pearly whites and you have to hold back a smirk. 

Men are idiots. 

The sun shines particularly bright this morning. Now that you’re out, you regret making plans before noon. You open the door to the familiar campus cafe, retreating to your usual corner—where Minghao and Seungkwan are waiting for you. 

You take a seat in front of them, ungracefully throwing your bag onto the empty seat next to you. Without a word, you slowly place your head onto the table and into your arms. The two put a halt to their conversation, noting your negative aura. Seungkwan pushes the iced latte towards you—not close enough, in fear of you knocking it over. 

Minghao takes an unnecessarily long sip of his iced americano before speaking. “So, how’d the Saturday night date go?” he asks. 

Seungkwan nods along and uses his spoon to cut a part of his strawberry cake. “Oh yeah, what was he like? Did you have fun?” 

You lift your head and lean against your chair, feeling a migraine start to form from the subject alone. “He was fine. He was just… more boring than I anticipated.” 

“So, no second date?” Minghao asks. 

“Most likely.” 

“Dude,” Seungkwan says. “When has there ever been a second date for (Y/N)?” He sets down the spoon on his plate—looking at you now. “How many dates have you been on now?” 

“Enough.” You take a sip of your coffee. “Stop calling me out like this. Y’all are lucky I came.” 

Seungkwan scoffs at your statement, going back into his cake. 

“We knew you would be easily lured out by free coffee,” Minghao says. He shakes his head, not even trying to hide his disappointment. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“That judgey face—the situation is just..” You purse your lips and try to find your words, but end up lost in another train of thought. “Just, shut up.” 

You grumble into your cup, more to yourself than them. “You just don’t understand the situation.” 

They both raise an eyebrow at you. “Then make us understand,” Minghao says. He takes another long sip of his drink. 

“Listen, in this patriarchal society, I am put at a disadvantage.” 

“And this is related... How?” Seungkwan asks. 

“I’m a broke college girl, who’s not unattractive,” you say. “What’s wrong with using it a little?” 

“You know,” Seungkwan says. “There is a term for it. Instead of a booty call, it’s known as a foodie call.”

“Hm,” you say. “I like that.” 

“Foodie calls over booty calls,” Minghao says. “Classy.” 

“That’s the goal.” 

“So, who’s your next date with?” Seungkwan asks. 

You shrug, taking another sip of your coffee. “Right now, I’m still looking. We’ll just have to see.” You pull out your phone, scrolling through your messages. “Most of them are upperclassmen who don’t know what they’re getting into.” 

“Update us on that,” Minghao says. “Because we need to know the poor chump your sapping money out of.” 

“Hey!” You cross your arms. “Stop making me seem like a gold-digger. It’s just dinner, not a Gucci purse.” 

“Do you want a Gucci purse?” Seungkwan asks. 

You shrug. “I mean if it comes with the dinner, I’m not complaining.” 

“Is that technically gold-digging?” 

“I don’t think so…” 

You originally started this whole operation because of your favorite noodle dish at your favorite restaurant: Asianly Classics. There was only one problem—you couldn’t afford the dish every week. It’s not because it’s an extremely upscale place; it’s just because the business is local it means the menu is kind of… pricey. It doesn’t help either that it’s located in the city, meaning the prices are constantly rising. 

The first time you did it, it was unintentional. Your friend had been set up on a blind date and she couldn’t make it due to a prior engagement. So, she asked you for a favor and you went in her place. You weren’t sure of other places to go to, which led to you meeting him at Asianly Classics. He was super polite about the whole situation, especially since he insisted on paying for your meal because of the ‘inconvenience’ the date might have been—leading to your wonderful idea of the foodie calls. 

Deep down somewhere, you know it’s wrong to exploit these simple college boys. But, it’s hard not to because they’re... simple, college boys with two brain cells that are dying from classes and with reality hitting them hard. It’s just easier this way. 

It’s not like you’re a sugar baby (no disrespect to those women who are really stepping up their game though) or a booty call (no disrespect to the women who are having healthy, safe sex), so why were the guys making a big deal out of it? 

You break from your thoughts. “Even if I was a gold-digger, that’s none of your business.” 

Seungkwan playfully rolls his eyes at your words, then pulls out his laptop and opens it. “Well, speaking of business… We do have to work on our presentation for Intro to Investments 101.” 

You throw your head back, releasing an unladylike groan. Eventually, you sit back up and begrudgingly pull out your laptop. 

Minghao sits up, stretching his arms with his fingers interlocked. “I brought the notecards and pens. We can figure out who presents what once we sort it all out.” He sets out the materials on the table, opening a pen cap, and testing them out on a new notecard. 

“Curse uni for making this a required course,” Seungkwan whines. “I haven’t even been paying attention.” 

“When do you ever pay attention?” Minghao asks. 

“Don’t worry,” you say. You tap your temple twice, before pointing it back to them, as if to share your only brain cells left with them. “Saturday’s date taught me enough to compensate for our lack of attention span. That’s gotta count for something.” 

Minghao laughs. “I guess we’ll just have to see exactly how useful that information can be.” 

Another Saturday has rolled around and you sit at Asianly Classics once again. But, this time, you sit in front of a different date. Bambam sits with a leg crossing the other, as he talks animatedly about some party from last night. You can only smile at him, nodding along every once in a while to make it look as if you were paying any attention. 

“—it was so crazy! Jackson needs to stop making those crazy drinks because mixology is not a strength of his.” 

You let out a fake giggle and you prop your chin onto your hands, batting your eyelashes. “So what would be considered his strength?” 

“Anyone who knows him would say friendliness or something.” He takes a sip of his water. “But, what they don’t know is that he’s on the way to the Olympics for fencing. That reminds of this one time, where he….” 

As he starts up another story, you start to tune out once more. You will admit that this one is more entertaining than the last one. You’d trade fun college stories than financial tips any day—no offense to that other guy though. Bambam is a year older than that other guy, but by the way he’s talking, it’s hard to tell. 

Bambam continues to talk—meanwhile, you continue to nod along to his words, smiling and laughing when appropriate. 

“... that’s when he fell! One little poke and he just falls into the pool! Some athlete—he can’t even keep his balance! Phew, he’s a real funny guy.” 

You let out another fake laugh, glancing back towards the kitchen door. How long has it been since you ordered your food? 

Leaning back into your seat, you adjust your purse from behind you. You needed a breather from this one. You could feel your energy getting sapped from him. “Excuse me for a moment,” you say as you stand up. “I need to use the bathroom for just a second.” 

“Oh, of course,” he says. He sits himself up, uncrossing his legs as if he suddenly remembered he was in a public space and not some fraternity house. “Go ahead, take your time.” 

“Thanks,” you say with a smile. “I’ll be back soon.” You stand up, taking your bag with you. Your feet automatically take you down a familiar hallway where the bathrooms are located. Just as you are approaching the doors, you see a shadow of a figure—who addresses you before you fully acknowledged his presence. 

“Just where are you running off to?” 

Just outside the men’s bathroom, Chan leans against the wall with his phone in hand. He looks at you with a teasing smile and you can’t resist mirroring it. 

You click your tongue as you approach him. “And here I was, just wondering where my favorite waiter was.” You move yourself next to him, close enough to nudge his shoulder with your own. “I didn’t see you last week.” 

He chuckles. “I was here last weekend, same time” he says. “And the weekend before that, and the weekend before that. That’s kind of how jobs work. Just because you didn’t see me, doesn’t mean I wasn’t there.” 

“Ah, really?” you tease. “I had absolutely no idea.” You both stand there in silence for a second, before he speaks up again. 

“So, how’s the date going?” Chan asks. “Is he as bad as last week’s?” 

“Actually, he’s not that bad.” 

“Oh?” 

“He’s not as boring as the last one. That’s all I’m going to say.”

“I don’t think that it’s that hard considering what I overheard from last time—something about investing your stocks.” He tilts his head to the side with a playful glint in his eyes. “Are you investing in your stocks, (Y/N)?” 

You let out a little laugh. “I swear. Chan, you make these dates a little less worse.” 

“Thanks,” he says, flashing a smile at you. “You better get back out there before he thinks you crawled out the bathroom window.” 

“Psh, I would never.” 

He gives you a look, which you playfully roll your eyes to. You push yourself off from the wall and start to make your way back to your table. Chan turns his attention back to his phone. Without looking up, he waves as you start to leave. “Bye~” 

“I get the hint,” you say with a groan. You turn back to him. “And please let Paul know I would really like more sauce with my noodles?” 

He gives you a thumbs up. “As always.” 

“Thank youuuu.” You manage to move yourself away from the hallway and back to the dining area, where your date awaits. 

You give him a polite smile as you take back your seat. Ah, no food yet. “Sorry, if you waited long.” 

“Psh.” He waves off your comment. “I didn’t wait long. I hope you don’t mind though, I ordered some dessert while you were gone.” 

“I don’t mind dessert,” you say. You curl a piece of hair behind your ear. “Are we sharing it?” 

His mouth curves into an o-shape, realizing your concern. “Oh, we can share if you would like,” he says. “And don’t worry about the bill—since I ordered more, I’ll cover it.” 

You have to hide your smile. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah.” He pushes his rose-lens shades up and you have to resist rolling your eyes at his insistence of keeping them on while indoors. “It’s not fair to split it.” He gently takes your hand on the table. “It’s okay, (Y/N). Don’t worry about it—Oppa’s got the tab.” 

Oh, God, he used the o-word. You bite down your tongue and save the words for later. 

Looking away from him, you glance towards the other section of the restaurant, where Chan is serving a different table their food. He bows his head as you see him mouth ‘enjoy your meal.’ He makes eye contact with you, mouthing the question: ‘is he paying?’ You give him a discrete thumbs up underneath your table. 

Your attention is taken away from him, as your waiter comes over to set your food on the table. It looks just as beautiful as last week’s. Only this time, Paul had added some extra sauce, which drowned the noodles. You could cry from the beauty of this plate. 

“Your dessert will be served later,” your waitress says. “Thank you for your patience.” 

“Thank you,” you both say. 

Bambam immediately digs in. On the other hand, you look up to find Chan—where he’s already smiling at you. 

“How’d your date go?” Yeri asks. With a bit of skip in her step, her bookbag bounces along with her footsteps. 

You hug your textbooks closer to your chest and you reply with a bit of an exasperated sigh. “God, he was one more the more interesting ones.” 

“Who was it?” 

“That upperclassman named Bambam.” 

“I heard he’s a wild card.” 

“He is a wild card. The entire night he was just telling me all these wild stories about his friends, his parties and all that other crap. While he was more interesting than Hongjoong, I was so tired by the time our entrees got to the table.” 

Yeri sucks in a breath. “Sucks to suck, bro. You wanted to go on all these dates, so you have to face consequences of that choice.” 

You can’t say anything else because she’s right. You don’t really need to go on these dates, but if that means free food, why should you complain? 

The both of you continue your walk to the library, taking in the fresh air and atmosphere. You’d forgotten how big the campus is—or at least how long it takes to get from the dorms to the library center. Originally you had just met Yeri for lunch, but the both of you were invited to an impromptu study session with some others in your class and decided to walk there together. 

“On the bright side,” you say. “I saw Chan.” 

“Chan?” Her eyes narrow at you. “Isn’t that the waiter who likes you?” 

“No,” you say with a huff. “We’re just friends—acquaintances at least.” 

“Can you guys hurry the process because I made a bet with Doyeon you’d get together in, at least, a month.” 

“Yeri, you are such a dedicated friend.” 

She perks up, ignoring the sarcasm. “Why, thank you, (Y/N).”

You can only roll your eyes at her, but her smile only widens. 

“But seriously,” Yeri says. “You go on all these dates, complain about the guys, and yet, you talk more about Chan than you do about any of those other guys.” 

“Dude, I don’t even have his number. If we see one another, we talk and that’s it. I highly doubt it would go anywhere else.” 

“I’m just surprised that you two have been doing this dance for nearly four months and yet… nothing.” 

“You know, men and women can just be friends, right?” 

“Yeah, but you two are a different case,” Yeri says. “Considering how often you mention him. I haven’t even met him and that says something because I’ve met all of your friends.” 

“You haven’t met him because I literally don’t have his number. We just run into each other—we don’t plan anything.” 

“Well, I think there’s something.” 

“You always think there’s something.” 

“No, I—” 

“(Y/N)?” 

You and Yeri turn to see Chan, along with his friend, who holds a skateboard in one hand. You all stand near the entrance of the library; you two were going in and they were just leaving. 

Yeri’s clearly confused, but puts two and two together when your eyes light up. 

“Hey!” You step a bit closer to him, taking a look at his outfit. “I almost couldn’t spot you for a second. I’m so used to the uniform.” 

“Yeah, I am a bit more casual today, in case you haven’t been able to tell.” 

“Hmm,” you hum along with a teasing smile. “Were you going for broke student chic?” 

“Always.” He mirrors your smile with one of his own. You both stand there for a bit in your own bubble—with you ignoring Yeri’s smug look and Chan ignoring Hansol’s look of disappointment. 

“Oh, speaking of being broke,” you say. “You working this weekend?” 

“As always. You have another date on Saturday?” 

“As always.” 

“Who’s the poor sucker this time?” 

You roll your eyes at his words. “Maybe you’ll get to meet him this time. He’s really nice so we’ll see how it goes.” 

Chan lets out a small laugh, nodding along. “Alright, I got some plans so I’ll see you Saturday?” 

“I’ll be there.” 

“Bye.” 

“Bye.” You give him a little wave with your fingers as you step back next to Yeri. You head into the library, shushing Yeri and her little jabs about Chan.

Meanwhile, Hansol steps next to Chan, coming into his peripheral vision. He doesn’t say anything; he just shakes his head and clicks his tongue. 

“What, Hansol?” Chan asks. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

Hansol sighs heavily, rubbing his temples. “You’re so whipped and you don’t even know it. I’m so sad for you.” He puts a hand on Chan’s shoulder. “Ignorance is bliss, my friend.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Nothing, nothing.” 

Chan gives him a look, before hesitantly speaking further. “It’s not like that, you know.” 

“Hmm, I’m sure it isn’t.” Hansol flashes a fake smile. “Now, now—let’s get to the dance studio. We still have to meet the others there.” 

“Okay, weirdo.” 

Saturday rolls around earlier than you had originally thought. You’d almost forgotten about the date until you had received Jungwoo’s text a couple of hours before. That text gave you enough time to quickly sort out and arrange your outfit (with the help of your roommate). So, by the time he shows up at your door, you easily manage to follow suit and head to the restaurant. 

Compared to the other dates you’ve had, you haven’t had one as polite as Jungwoo. He asks about you, along with your interests, when you ask about him. He opens doors for you and he even covered your head when you got in the car. You haven’t even been on the actual date yet, but you’re already having a great time. 

Right now, he drives down the familiar road to Asianly Classics. You both agreed on a radio station, which plays a soft melody to go along with the evening mood. He continues to ask you about this and that, the conversation flowing between you. 

You hadn’t even noticed you had already arrived. After he successfully parks, you both head out of the car and towards the main entrance. Jungwoo eyes the place, taking in the atmosphere and aroma. 

“I haven’t been here,” Jungwoo says. “Is the food good?” 

You give him a smile. “I recommend this place to everyone. Trust me, it’s great.” 

The both of you head inside, stopping at the podium. The host arrives and grabs two menus. “Table for two?” 

Jungwoo smiles at her. “Yes, thank you.” 

The both of you follow her through the restaurant and are seated into a comfortable booth in the corner. Jungwoo opens the menu and starts browsing, while you immediately open to the noodles page—already prepared as to what you were going to order. 

“Everything here looks good,” he says. “Is it wrong to order two appetizers, an entree and a dessert?” He asks with a playful glint in his eye. 

You let out a small laugh. “It would be worth it, trust me.” 

“Don’t worry,” he says. “I wouldn’t make you pay for all of that.” 

“Aha, well, thanks.” 

“Good evening, I’m Chan and I’ll be your server for this evening.” 

You look up from Jungwoo, from hearing Chan’s voice. Your jaw drops at his change of demeanor, hiding it behind the menu and away from Jungwoo’s eyes. He raises an eyebrow at you in response, dropping it once Jungwoo’s attention is on him. 

“Are there any appetizers you would like to order?” Chan asks. 

“Not at the moment,” Jungwoo says with a smile. “Unless I could be convinced?” He looks up from the menu to look at you. 

“I think I’m good,” you say. “But, if you want a recommendation, I would say the papaya salad is worth it.” 

“Another choice is the crab rangoon,” Chan says. “The chef uses her own secret recipe for the filling and it’s amazing.” 

“He’s right,” you say. You look from Chan to Jungwoo. “It is amazing.” 

“Well, damn,” Jungwoo says. He sets the menu down and looks at you once more. “I am convinced and will order the crab rangoon, along with the kimchi stew for my entree.” 

“Crab rangoon and kimchi stew,” Chan mutters as he writes. You have to stifle your giggles from his concentration on the pen and pad. When he looks up, your lips pressed together, holding back a smile. “The usual for you?” 

You nod. “Thank you, Chan.” 

“Please let me know if you need anything else,” Chan says with a smile. 

“Thank you.” 

“Thank you.” 

He takes your menus and gives you both another smile. With that, he walks back to the back to give your orders to the chef. Your eyes linger on his figure. He turns back once more and you give him another smile, before he turns away again. 

“So, you’re a regular here?” Jungwoo asks. 

Your attention focuses back on him. “Yeah, I come here often.” 

“I can tell,” Jungwoo says with a chuckle. “You two are close?” 

“Close enough,” you say. “You know, Chan goes to our university too.” 

“Really?” Jungwoo pokes his head up and tries to find Chan. “I thought he looked familiar.” 

“Yeah, he’s a dance major.” 

Jungwoo smiles, but there’s something about it that makes you tilt your head. “You seem to know a lot about him to just ‘come here often.’”

“Well, we do run into each other a lot at the library.” You try to think how often you talk to Chan. “And the dining halls.” Your head tilts. “And the university gym... I see him a lot more than I originally thought.” 

“Interesting, isn’t it?” Jungwoo asks. 

“Interesting how?” 

“Interesting how we start to pay attention to things when others point them out,” he says. He takes a sip of his water before speaking up once more. “Do what you will with that information.” 

“Exactly what do you think I should be doing with that information?” 

“Something that will get you done with all these fake dates and on one that you’d actually enjoy.” 

“I’m enjoying this date though,” you say. “Are you not enjoying this date?” 

“No, I’m enjoying it,” he says. “But I just want you to know, you should pay a bit more attention to those around you.” 

“What’d you mean?” 

“Just…” He shrugs, struggling to find the words. 

“Please don’t beat around the bush,” you say. 

“Okay, okay,” he says. “I just think you should be spending time on these dates with someone who you want to go on dates with…” 

“Like who?” 

His eyebrows raise at you and his head is tilting towards the direction of Chan, where he’s currently serving another table. 

You sigh, leaning your chin in your hand. “Why does everyone keep saying that? We’re… acquaintances, barely even friends.” 

“Really?” he asks. He crosses his arms. “You looked more excited to see him than you did me like twenty minutes ago.” 

You were already sick of Yeri talking about it and now, someone you’re on a date with? While you know your relationship with Chan is…. different, it really is just an acquaintanceship (if that’s even a thing). You literally don’t have his number, which means no plans are made—ultimately ruling friendship. On the other hand, you do appreciate the time you get with him, whenever you do run into him. Now that you think about it, your friends do make those weird faces (which you mostly ignore) whenever you talk to, or about, him. 

“... Did I?” 

He nods. “Look, (Y/N),” he says, leaning on the table. “It’s not my business, but... I wouldn’t mind getting my food to-go to, say, walk my dog.” He gives you a gentle smile, resting his hand on yours, as if for assurance. “Just say the word and I’ll go on a nightly walk with Obok; it’s up to you.” 

Your lips press, thinking for a bit. It’s rude to just ask Jungwoo to leave, so you could hang out with someone else. On the other hand…. 

Your eyes move away from Jungwoo’s and focus on Chan, who’s a couple of tables behind him. His eyes are in little crescents, as he laughs from a joke his co-worker makes. His nose is scrunched up and his decorative glasses are just on the edge of his nose. While his hair is slightly messy, his waiter uniform is nice and orderly, showcasing his legs and fit waist. 

Looking back to Jungwoo, you give him a smile, lightly squeezing his hand. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, so you say the only thing that comes to mind. “Thanks, Jungwoo.” 

He taps the table and gives you another smile. Wordlessly, he stands up and gives you (what he believes is) a discreet thumbs up. He walks towards the counter and chats with the host there, probably asking for his meal to be boxed. On the other hand, Chan gets back to your table once your date has left. 

“What happened to him?” Chan asks with a pout. “He was cool.” 

You innocently shrug your shoulders. “He said he has to walk his dog, so…” 

“Sorry about your date.” He gives a half smile, as he sits down at the empty seat in front of you. “At least he’s still paying.” 

You stifle a laugh. “I feel kind of bad.” You pause, glancing at Jungwoo’s back. “He’s been really nice to me and I was actually having a good time.” 

“Well,” Chan says. “I’m assuming you still want your food?” 

“Of course,” you say. “I’m not going to decline free food.” 

He can’t hold back his smile, shaking his head along with it. “Why would I think so otherwise?” He gets up. “Don’t worry, it’s gonna be out soon.” 

You give him another smile and he walks off to check on your meal. On the other hand, Jungwoo walks out with a paper bag in one hand and waves you goodbye with the other. 

You think about what Jungwoo’s said… maybe you should just ask Chan out and see how things go. Honestly, there isn’t much for you to lose—considering that you don’t share classes or friends. 

As you were mentally trying to weigh your pros and cons, your thoughts are interrupted as your plate is set in front of you. Your head snaps towards Chan, who looks down at you with a soft smile. 

“Enjoy your meal, (Y/N).” 

“Thanks.” 

Just as he turns away, you grab onto his wrist. He turns back. 

“Something wrong?”

“Uh.” You blink, not fully processing what you’d just done. “Sorry.” You let go of his arm. “That was kind of aggressive.” 

He only smiles. “You’re okay. Did you need something else?” 

You let out an awkward chuckle. “Um, when do you get off tonight?” 

“You’re lucky,” he says. “I get off around 7:30.” He gives you a questionable look. “Why?” 

“You wanna hang out after your shift?” 

There’s a light blush on his cheeks and he clears his throat. “Um, sure, if you want to.”

“I’m not trying to pressure you or anything,” you say. “I just thought we could spend some time together…” 

He gives a smile that gets bigger and bigger with each second, which you can’t help but to mirror. “Yeah, no. I, uh—I’d like that.” 

“Okay.” Your smile grows. “Just let me know, okay?” 

“Okay, and don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll pay, especially since I know how much you love men paying for you.” 

“Oh my god, shut up. Just because a couple of guys pay for dinner—” 

“Uh-huh, a couple. Maybe a couple dozen.” 

You close your eyes, trying to manage your breathing. You lean on the table, glancing up at him. “Chan, you’re lucky I like you.” 

Chan smiles before turning back around, unable to stop the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“This place is so cool,” you say. You spin a bit in your stool, but manage to maintain eye contact with Chan. “How’d you know about this place?” 

“I used to work here during high school,” he says, fiddling with his fingers. “It was really fun because it was literally just high schoolers and college kids. Our boss was the only ‘mature adult’ and she didn’t come around often.” 

You hum, taking in the old ice cream parlor. It’s designed to look like a diner—almost like Oberweis. A checkered pattern of red and white squares and triangles filled the top half of the walls, which your eyes couldn’t help but to follow around. The corners of the ice cream shop have some faux marble decorations on little white shelves, along with the lining of the walls, making it a bit more old-fashioned.

The burgundy colored booths are placed along the walls, which seated families, couples, and friends. Meanwhile, the larger space is occupied with small, round, white tables with red chairs, on top of a black and white checkered floor. You and Chan sit on stools that are placed along the countertop, waiting for your orders to arrive. 

He’s still in his uniform, but the top few buttons are unbuttoned (which you may or may not have stared at as he did it) and his bowtie is completely undone, laying on his shoulders. He keeps his glasses on, even though he told you they’re for decorative purposes. 

“I heard that working at an ice cream shop is good for your arms,” you say. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Good for your arms, but bad for your wrists and your stomach.” 

“Stomach?” 

“You have no idea how much ice cream I ate that year.” 

You laugh at the look Chan gives you and he smiles. 

“It’s all fun and games until you’ve gained like ten pounds,” he adds. 

“I think it’d be fun to work in an ice cream shop,” you say. “Obviously, food service is horrible in general, but… it must be fun to work with such people of similar age.” 

“Customers for food service are always a pain in the ass,” Chan says. “That’s universal.” 

At that time, your server arrives and places your orders down. The both of you thank him. You silently raise your ice cream and he raises his, lightly tapping against yours. 

“Cheers,” he says. 

“Cheers.” 

For a moment, it’s quiet between the two of you. You both eat your ice cream, taking in the lively atmosphere. 

“You know,” you say. “I think this is the first time we’ve officially hung out together.” 

“I think you’re right,” Chan says with a laugh. “I would’ve remembered if we did.” 

“You would’ve?” 

“Yeah,” he says softly. “You know, you’re kind of unforgettable.” 

Your smile grows. “Really?” 

“Yeah.” He exhales, blowing up towards his bangs a bit. For a moment, he hesitates on speaking—biting his lower lip. Your gaze fixates on that a bit longer than you’d like to admit. “If you don’t mind, I want to ask you something.” 

“Shoot.” 

“What—what happened tonight?” He explains, when your head tilts at the question. “Like, what chased your date away and led you to me?” 

You let out a small laugh. “First of all, I love the choice of words.” 

“You know what I mean though.” 

“Second of all, I didn’t ‘chase him away’ because he chose to leave on his own.” You fiddle with your spoon, splitting your ice cream repeatedly. “We were having a nice conversation.”

“And?” 

“I don’t know. We were just talking and he said…” You sigh. “He implied that I needed a push in the right direction to do the things I wanted to do.” 

“The right direction of what?” 

Your eyes shift and you fully focus on your, now melting, ice cream. “Just… where I should be spending time and who I choose to spend it with.”

Chan gets quiet. “And that’s me?” 

“Yeah,” you manage to say. 

It’s barely above a whisper and, yet, Chan still managed to hear it. He clears his throat, trying to ignore the blood rushing to his cheeks. He doesn’t hide his smile, even when he looks at you. 

“I guess I could say now…” he starts to say. “I liked being behind the scenes for your dates, but.. I didn’t really like the guys you were with.” 

“Chan.” You place your hand on his. “They weren’t awful.” 

“I know,” he says. “It’s just that they could have been so much better.” He pauses. “I do like that Jungwoo guy though. He’s pretty cool.” 

You laugh at that. “Well, I wouldn’t be here if he didn’t give me the push, so… yeah, he’s pretty cool.” You pause. “I’m still surprised though.” 

“Surprised about what?” 

“Surprised that you’re okay with me and… manipulating men into buying me dinner.” 

“The thing is,” he says. “Is that I know you’re not inherently bad.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Because.” He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear. “From what I’ve seen behind the facade, you aren’t different, just—you’re just more quiet.” He corrects himself. “Not that you’re loud or anything, just—just that the guys you’re with don’t really get to know you and that’s… that’s not what a date is supposed to be like.”

“What is a date supposed to be like then?” 

“Hopefully,” he says. “I can take you on a better one next time?” 

“Yeah,” you say, interlocking your fingers with his. “I’d be up for that.” 

[pastrygeckos]

Fun medical fact: I don't get classic auras before a migraine, I experience Alice in Wonderland syndrome! It was much worse and more frequent when I was in my teens, likely because I didn't get much sleep but it's still real odd when it comes on. I'll feel as though parts of my body or objects I'm touching are much larger or smaller than they should, and music sounds slow and off beat. It's worst if it comes on when I'm trying to sleep because of course, laying with your eyes closed you're very aware of your body and the sensation of your limbs or head growing or shrinking is real odd. Today I'm having a slightly different thing that I'm not sure is related or not, but I feel as though there are two of me and the conscious part (actual me) is slightly offset from my body. The brain is weird

[constelacionde-orion]

Say something

Prompt: Jason truly thought that you were going to be easy to forget, oh boy, you did really get under his bones a lot of times. 

A/N : JASON  POV   So... I didn’t know how to make part 2 since... It didn’t actually happened, so I add some other memories and the end that I wished to happen.  Also, grammar… yup. I’m not okay, so sorry if I don’t post anything in like, days.

First Part Here

Pairing : Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Angst 

Amber poison in a crystal glass. Loud music in the surroundings mixed with different voices, singing, talking, laughing. The whole aura tells you, begs you to forget the life outside the doors, but then, songs bring back memories, deep feelings come to surface, maybe smells, smiles... or someone in specific. 

Oh those memories, the ones I beg to forget, to bury inside my brain, the ones I hope can go to never return, the ones I had tried to dismiss like if they were not important, but those are the same that came back with a song, with a movie, a dance, a talk, even with the night or rain, they always make their way back. 

My hand it’s holding the glass, the same that I had for 15 minutes now, it was untouched by my lips, I knew the taste and how warm it feels when it goes down my throat... but that’s not the warm I want to feel in my lips, that’s not how I want to feel tipsy. My eyes stares at the alcohol inside like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world, as time passes it doesn’t look so appealing, it feels just like an easy way to hide the pain. 

And then the claps, the yelling and the enthusiasm of people arrived at my ears, I thought they finally end with the old classic rock songs that once I sang with...her, those songs that once I loved and make me feel somehow powerful and energetic... now they don’t have the same effect on me. I drank the shot, warm and awful and then I stared and the empty glass again, like if that crap could have the answers I wanted. 

The band behind played another song, with all the noises in the bar I couldn’t care less but then my mind focused on the sound, the melody. My eyes grew wide, I knew every verse, every break and chord. It was like going down on a memorie lane, starting with the first time I heard it to the last I did, because she sang it in a karaoke, in this same bar, the night we met... she looked so happy back then, and even when I didn’t knew the song, I thought that it was made for her, her voice caressed the melody and she gave a feeling that stayed with me, the way her eyes expressed the feelings, and her smile when she finished, she was beautiful beyond words. 

And then, the last time I heard it, I was a big fool back then, nor even a fool, an idiot... we were in the car, going back to our apartment back then. No words were spoken, she was looking at the window not looking at me, back then I didn’t cared, the rain started in the middle of the road, and the radio was gone. ‘I can’t be in a car without music’ she used to said, this time she didn’t sang those words, she only connect her phone, and she selected songs. I don’t even remember why I was so angry, maybe because I didn’t want to be with her, what an idiot. This song came and she sang, in all the 40 minutes inside the car, she finally spoke, well sang, she didn’t sang like that day, she didn’t even looked like that, but I didn’t realized. She wasn’t smiling, not her eyes were shining, she didn’t look happy, she looked like sad, but her voice... it still had a lot of emotions and suddenly I mute the song. 

“What the fuck Jason?!” she said, now looking at me with anger in her eyes. 

And that was it, I yelled at her like if every single mistake in my life was because of her. I screamed I punched the steering wheel, I used so many words that can bring everyone down, I even stopped abruptly the car to look at her. She looked angry, scared even, and even though the tears were forming in her eyes, I made fun of her. She didn’t spill the tears, but she looked hurt, really hurt. I remember that I wanted to apologize but the other part of my brain wanted to hurt her, maybe that way she could just go away, so I could be with... Tania.  She didn’t spoke. She return her gaze to the window and said ‘I won’t bother you again, sorry. ’

Many memories came by, mostly from the last days, where she was silent. She did lose weight, she wasn’t smiling not even her eyes looked happy. There wasn’t music in our house... she was just don’t bothering me... like she said she would. 

I was back in time when I looked at my hand, full of blood and crystals, I didn’t even realized I crushed the glass. The bartender was talking and I didn’t looked at him. I just muttered a ‘sorry’ as I gave him money. And then I walked away. The music was already gone, many people looked at me, I went straight to the door to face the night. 

What hour was it? Where I was? What day was it?  My mind asked me those questions but the only one I could answer was ‘That’s Y/N voice’... but how? 

My eyes opened in a flash, I was in a sofa, I knew this place, the walls, the windows, even the smell... It’s Roy’s place. I felt the migraine forming in my brain but the her name was shining like a neon light, where was she? Was I hallucinating? But then I heard it in the distance again... in another room? 

‘Okay...but I do really think we can move them other day’ said Roy with a wary voice.  

‘You made me swear last weak to help you out today at this hour... So I’m here, I woke up at 5 a.m. and believe me, it’s not going to happen again, so give the boxes’ It was Y/N voice, clear as water and with a hint of happiness. 

I didn’t even know how I walked out of the room or why I did it the first place. But their talking grew louder and louder until it stopped, I looked at her, her eyes looked at me with surprise and then they moved to Roy, she didn’t said anything for seconds, but I knew... she wanted to go. 

“Y/N... I did not plan any of this, believe me” Roy said with an apologetic voice, but Y/N was already walking backwards. 

“Y/N” Was all I said when her eyes return to me. Hurt. That was her expression written all over her face. 

“Goodbye Roy” she said walking straight to the elevator, not looking back. 

Roy tried to hold me, but I couldn’t let her go, I need it to talk to her, to tell her that I was sorry, even if it wasn’t the first time I tried, i just need her to listen to me. I ran and ran until I entered in the last second to the elevator. The door closed behind me and she looked surprised, but shocked, and then angry. 

“Get. Out” she said with a stern voice as she pressed the ‘open’ button. The door didn’t open since it was already going down. 

“Y/N please, let me talk to you, please” I told her as I tried to catch her hand before she could press another button. 

“Fine, You’re not going out, well then I am” She said as she pressed with her free hand another floor’s button. 

It went on and on, the door opening and closing because I didn’t let her go out. And so it happened. The elevator suddenly stopped moving making the two of us jump. Y/N went straight to the buttons again, but none of them worked. 

“Are you happy Jason? It’s stuck!” She said with exasperation. 

“I’m sorry, I needed to talk to you and-”

“Talk to me? About what exactly Jason?! We are going to be here for God knows how long and believe me, the last thing I want it’s to hear you” her voice full of anger, but a hint of sadness lingered in the words. She sat on the floor and her hands went straight to her hair.

I sat at the other end of the elevator, the migraine was growing more intense now, and the damn music didn’t help at all. Suddenly, something hit my feet. I opened my eyes and saw a pillbox for headache, my gaze went straight to her face, she wasn’t looking at me, she only said ‘take two, they will ease your migraine’. Even now she knew my symptoms and knew what I had. After I took them, I slid the pillbox towards her, she wasn’t looking at me yet, nor even when I muttered a ‘thanks’. 

Another 10 minutes passed and she wasn’t speaking, she was looking at her phone (there wasn’t signal in the damn thing) so I knew she wasn’t talking nor checking her social media. 

“Y/N” I said carefully. She stopped moving her fingers, but her eyes were glued to the screen, there I knew that maybe she was listening, but wasn’t going to look at me, so I kept talking. 

“I know what you must be thinking... or what you are avoiding to think, but I just want you to listen me, please. I don’t care if you scream at me and never talk to me ever again, just, please, listen me” I said with in a nearly quiet voice, she didn’t move an inch, but I knew she wanted me to continue. 

“I know what I did to you, what I said or make you feel. There are no words or punishment to forgive what I did to you and I’m sorry for that. I know that the only thing I did was to... I... I hurt you in the worst possible way...”

“I wanted to tell you that... the first time I saw you it felt like that movie you liked, the big fish, when he said that time stops when you see your soulmate... that’s the way I saw you. The light of the karaoke reflected on your skin, your shining eyes and your smile, it was enough for me, you know? to fall for you... ”

“I remember every dance you made in the kitchen, I realized that you had more than one smile, you had one when you are truly happy, other when you are joking, when you are sad, when you remember... your eyes even have different ways to express feelings even when you don’t speak, your eyes does...” 

“Even your touch it’s different and talks by itself. When you kissed me all those things came together, I felt your smile in each of them, your hands caressing my neck and cheeks, and when we parted, your eyes were full of love... love I did not deserve...” 

“You always saw me as someone better than... me. You looked at me as if I was the only man on Earth that listen to you, danced with you,  sang with you, you saw me as if I was the best version of myself...”

“You were always up at night, waiting for me. You always woke me up with kisses and laughs, you healed my wounds every time I returned from patrol... and you got angry because I wasn’t careful enough. You always listened me when I had troubles and arguments with Bruce and you held me when I had the worst nightmares...”

“And I’m truly sorry for the way I made you feel all those months, I didn’t saw it back then, but I did have time to think and remember, I even hate myself for everything I did to you... I was blinded by desire and I know I shouldn’t have, but it happened, no words can dismiss why I did it, because i simply don’t know...”

“I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me, when you needed to be heard, when you wanted to be held, I’m so sorry for letting you down, to forget you in the most horrible way... I’m sorry, i’m so sorry Y/N... I’m sorry because I make you cried, to make you feel like something you are not, to cause the pain in your heart, and take the joy you used to have...I’m sorry.” I ended with a sob. I didn’t knew I was crying, nor that my voice was rasp. 

I looked at her, I couldn’t see her complete face, but she was crying, her eyes where red and she was quietly crying too. She was staring at her knees. We didn’t spoke for like 5 minutes, after all, I just wanted her to listen... just that. 

“I did loved you Jason, oh dear Lord, I could have done everything for you, gave up a job, moved to another country, I could have done... anything for you... anything... ” this time she looked at me, every cell in my body begged me to move closer to her, but I knew I shouldn’t. 

“I know you did Y/N... I know” I told her with a sad smile that she didn’t returned. 

“You know? Even when all of that was happening, i loved you. I returned home because I had the crazy idea that I will open the door and there you’ll be, the Jason I loved and adored... but it didn’t happen” she said, her eyes focused on mine, I closed mine.

“But here you are, not at home, but in an elevator” she said with a sad chuckle. 

I looked at her with wide open eyes, I was confused, what did that line meant?

“You were a motherfucker, an idiot, stupid moron-” she said with a sad smile “You fucked my best friend” she said as she looked at the ceiling I could just watch her, I felt like she was stabbing me, slowly. 

“But... after all, I got the see again the Jason that I loved. The caring, sweet Jason I love” She said with another sad smile, but I knew she wasn’t over. “But I cannot forget what you did” She said without looking at me. 

That pained me, more than it should have, she told me she loved me, but at the same time was a goodbye, a painful one. 

“The things that crossed my mind back then... I even feel bad for even think about them again, I was scared of what I could possibly do, I was afraid that this time I could... but what scared me the most was, that I was alone...” she said and I knew what she meant, what an idiot I was. 

“That I cannot forget Jason, all those tiny and big things that happened in those months, not even if you swear me right here your undying love, I will always remember them... I... I love you, more than I want to, but I can’t forget... I’m sorry” She said, finally crying, really crying. 

Without thinking I went by her side and I held her, the same way she did when I had nightmare, close to the heart. Her arms wrapped around my frame as she kept saying ‘I’m sorry I can’t’, it was crushing my heart, but I understood every words she said... I couldn’t blame her. Many memories came by when I was holding her like this, happy and sad ones, and somehow I comprehend, I was saying goodbye too, one last ghost of love to let her go. 

The elevator door finally opened. A man’s head appeared, even when I didn’t focused on his voice, I knew what he meant. I kissed Y/N on her head as I told her that it was time to leave. She looked at me, sadness in her face with something more that still cannot point. We stand and she went out first. When left the elevator she was still there. Roy was also there, asking her if she was okay, holding her face to look at her eyes, I saw her nod with a sad smile and then she looked at me, and so Roy did. 

“Look at the hour, I forgot I had an appointment. Gotta go” Y/N said with fake happiness. 

“See you later Roy, call me later if you want me to help you out, okay?” She said as she hugged him. 

Then, she looked at me, a faint smile, but she came closer and hugged me too, tighter than I expected it. 

“Goodbye, Jason” she said while she was hugging me, there it was, the last goodbye. 

I looked at her, I wanted to go back in time, but those things are impossible. She needed to be happy, start again, and she wasn’t going to be happy by my side... I knew. 

“Goodbye, Y/N” I told her with tears still in my eyes, she turned around and she left. 

I stood there looking at the door, logging for her to come back, running. I was waiting the final of a love story where the both protagonists come back together no matter what. This is not a love story. She’s not coming back. 

“What happened in there?” I heard Roy’s voice. 

“I let her go” I told him, my eyes still looking at the door. 

[due4amiracle]

Day 38

Slept well last night. :)

As to what i did today, let’s see here:

Beware of the Villainess! Yuri is precious and Nine is still the best character. Currently chapter 32, about 10 behind what’s there so far. Is ok.

Long Beach By Night - Some of this, halfway through episode 2. Good shit. 

Youtube/Twitch - PS5 nonsense today! Watch the live-reaction of all the shit by Dodger and Jesse and that was fun. SUPER hype for FF16 - lbr, that shit gonna be fuckin’ AWESOME. i need that injected DIRECTLY into my veins ASAP. Whew. Nothing else really stood out too much to me. Oh well! Watched some other random nonsense on YT and Twitch, nothing of real notice, but honestly, didn’t get much done today.

No D&D, DM wasn’t doing well, so that was a no go. Tomorrow should be pretty awesome tho! One shot with the only DM that i haven’t been part of their campaigns yet (gosh they heckin’ go way out of my time RIP) but it’s gonna be pretty cool.

In a decent amount of pain today, my right hand is just...swollen. my right pointer finger is just...there’s so much less definition in the joint, it’s just...thick. It hurts. It’s very uncomfy. Shoulders/neck hurt, especially the left one, that’s achy - honestly the whole spine all the way down. Head was pretty achy too, one point was having some classic migraine symptoms without too much pain - yet. You know, the auras, the smell sensitivity, that kind of shit. NOT good. Definitely ready for bed. Was feeling pretty alright through the day but i’m dying now. Phew.

Other than that? Didn’t do well on water, but ate tasty food. That’s about it.

[hoodie-lover]

My Multiverse

Error was wandering through a large empty AU, something that was very uncommon. It put him on edge, why would Ink make an empty AU? It was quiet as the anti-void, but it was just a large desolate valley, the colors were bland and pale, and the sun, though it shined, was bleak and dim. Error was attracted to the AU because Nightmare said he felt a strange aura coming from it and he couldn’t enter it, so Error was sent out to investigate. 

Error was passing over a surprisingly tall hill, surprising in height and the fact it even exists in such a wasteland, he saw a small cottage. It was quaint and cute, small yellow bricks, a wooden door, strong roof, and a large chimney puffing out smoke. Curious as to who could be living there, he teleported to the house and knocked on the door. 

It opened slowly, creaking and squeaking every second the rusty hinges moved. Thoroughly creeped out, Error was torn on whether he should enter the house, but heard a large crash and decided to investigate. The house was dark, almost no light except from a few windows tucked up into the corners of the kitchen and living room. It was very rustically decorated, old and rusty metal dishes and silverware were sloppily set out on a wobbly table. 

Another loud crash came from upstairs, and Error bolted up. That was when he saw a large ornate fireplace, velvet chairs, animal skin rugs, and paintings of a large array of Sanses, almost two to every wall. Error saw two china vases on the floor, shattered to pieces. Ink was standing there, heaving and shaking. He began to scream and tear the paintings and other expensive vases to shreds. Error had no idea what was going on, but he was scared, he had only seen Ink this mad when the fought, and even then, it was rarely this bad. 

Error decided to slowly leave Ink to his own devices, assuming the AU was made so Ink would have a nice place to vent his anger. Error was slowly backing up, not taking his eyes off of Ink for one moment, until he bumped into something, or rather, someone.  Turning his head ever so slightly, he saw Dream, Ink’s number two. Well crap. 

Dream grabbed Error by his shoulders and dragged him towards Ink, posture perfect and grip horrifyingly tight. Ink looked at Dream, and then his eye drifted onto Error, and a wicked smile spread across his face. His eyes were a bright red, the color of rage, and blood. 

He was thrown onto one of the chairs, and cuffs locked him onto the chair, hands far away from his eyes, rendering his strings, his main and only weapon, useless. Twas only now that he saw Dream’s eyelights, were gone. He recoiled and snuck a glance at Ink, he was slouching in the chair, resting his head on his fist. 

“Why don’t you tell me why you’re here?” Ink had asked, eyeing him carefully.  Error was shaking from the fear. 

“I-I-I was c-curious...” Error stuttered, looking for a way to get out of this situation. 

“I see, I see. Well, why don’t you stay for a while, I’ve been plenty bored recently?” Ink asked, his eyes locking with Error’s expectantly. 

“I’d really love to, but I have to get back to my...puppets! I need to finish some of them.” Error lied, praying to whoever could hear him to save him from Ink, but as he expected no one came. 

“You won’t be. I’m keeping you here until you’re boring.” Ink stated, getting up from his chair and walking over to Error. 

“What’re you going to do?” Error asked, and Ink snapped his fingers, but nothing happened.

Ink donned a puzzled look, and snapped his fingers several more times. Nothing happened. Ink snapped his fingers one more time and Dream collapsed. Error was startled by this, but Ink just seemed more confused. Dream got up, dizzy and clearly disoriented. 

“What happened?” He asked, unaware of what’s been going on. “Where are we Ink, why is Error tied up like this. Why are your eyes red?!” Dream cried out, shaking as he backed away. 

Ink snapped his fingers once again and Dream’s arms were pinned to his side by invisible bonds, or that was the closest analogy to the scene beside Error. 

“What are you doing?!” Dream screamed, trying to break free, even shedding a few tears. “Answer me!” He screamed again, before Ink snapped his fingers again. Dream’s mouth snapped close, causing him to thrash and squirm more so than he normally did. 

“You were always so loud and squirmy, no wonder I keep you as a huck most of the time.” Ink reflected, causing Error to shriek. 

“You WHAT?!” Error exclaimed, almost rebooting from the mix of rage, disgust, horror, and confusion. 

“Oh, I see. You don’t know~.” Ink chimed. “I can control and puppet people around, just like you can. But I don’t need any silly strings, I can do it with a snap of my fingers,” Ink snapped his fingers for emphasis and Dream was allowed to speak and screamed in pain. “But I can do it with a simple thought.” Ink continued, and Dream stopped screaming, now sweating profusely. 

“But it seems that you glitches and alternate classic timelines, have a resistance, or just an immunity. The worst thing I can give you is a migraine.” Ink elaborated, and Error was shocked. All those times that they had splitting headaches and migraines, that was Ink trying to control them? What about Nightmare, Cross and Fresh? Was this a setup done by Ink? Did Nightmare actually care about them? Or was Ink just stringing them along only to break their hearts? 

“It’s fun to watch you question everything you know.” Ink giggled as he snapped his fingers once again, and Dream’s eyelights went out once again. He pointed towards the downstairs area and without a second of hesitation, Dream walked off, completely rigid and frozen. Ink laughed at the scene before him and then looked back at Error. 

“But it seems my blabbermouth has let you know far too much Glitchy~. It seems that I need to use, alternate methods other than memory erasure.” Ink stated, and opened up a viewing portal, showing Cross, Fresh, and Nightmare all standing stiff, rigid, and eyes blank. 

“Spill anything, and I’ll dust them. And if you let me mess with your code, I won’t kidnap them and torture them.” Ink told him, smiling a creep smile. 

Error thought about it long and hard for a few moments, he 

“F-fine. Just don’t hurt them, don’t make me hurt them.” Error begged, his knees shaking. 

“There’s something called a reputation. No one currently knows I can manipulate code as well as I can. If you start killing your housemates people’ll be suspicious as to why I lied.” Ink said matter-of-factly, and Error breathed a sigh of relief. 

It was at that moment dream walked up with a small cup in hand, he handed it to Ink and with a dismissive wave of his hand, Dream walked off. 

“Our deal goes into effect now, drink this to knock yourself out so the transitions will be easier and I won’t have to hear you scream as I mess with your soul.” Ink told Error, holding out the drink to him.

Error took the cup and downed the whole thing in one gulp. It tasted like chocolate and caramel, but it was very bitter as well as sweet. A wave of dizziness hit him and be passed out soon after, Ink’s sadistic laugh sending him off to dreamland, and he didn’t know when he would wake up.

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[bomberqueen17]

grrlcookery replied to your post “right behind the eye”

I hope it worked, and if it didn't I hope you can take something with codeine in it. Eyes = migraines to me, but it can also be a knock-on effect of jaw clenching, or a cluster headache. Tension/BP headaches are often on the top of the head or the temples, but I could be wrong as mine are classic migraine fuckers. If you can, avoid fans behind lights, fires & candles, or those candle-imitating led things. Flickers are awful.

This is all great and valuable advice so I’m replying to the reply to sort of put it out there for anyone else with this issue. I am as always a total novice and amateur and wimp about headaches, as I blessedly seldom get them, and I would really like to stay that way, though I don’t really like to be ignorant, so I’ll take whatever knowledge I can get.

 (Also blessedly, I’ve only ever had a couple of migraines and they were purely ocular migraines, with all kinds of wacky auras and hallucinations and shit but very little pain. it still wasn’t exactly what I’d call fun, but it wasn’t excruciating either, so I’ll take it, and fortunately they were apparently only caused by violent full-body rotational forces, so I stopped doing those derby exercises and that was that. for real though, people, fling yourself full-speed at the floor, monkey-roll over your own body without slowing down, and get up and continue, repeating the process once you’re up to full speed, for five minutes without pausing, then take a break and repeat it until complete exhaustion? no, the human body is not really designed to endure those kinds of forces over and over and over and over again, and that was one of the times when I absolutely could tell that no one with any kind of sports medicine education or even basic education in how human bodies work was coming up with practice schedules. that among other things. lord, i survived derby, but it’s kind of a miracle.)

Me... well, weirdly, I got home from work, and Dude was like “oh I have that exact same problem?” like down to the smallest detail. So that was really odd. 

He and I went and ate dinner, and in his case it cleared the headache up, which strongly suggests to me that his wasn’t really the same as mine?? but. Anyway. 

I tried to avoid screens, and went to bed early, and it seems to have blessedly, finally cleared up overnight. Which is good because I have so much goddamn shit to do today. 

[captainschmoe]

I Will Survive [Beta] - Chapter 5: Flash of Fire

[A/N: It’s going to get violent. I mean, it’s an Anti fic. Of course it’s gonna get violent at some point. The Nice Guy GlovesTM are off. Also, I’m going to give myself extra time for the next chapter. I need to both write it and also figure out some background/spoiler things. :D]

[Summary: In which somehow Bio Inc. gets uploaded anyway. Neurological violence ensues.]

[Previous - Next]

Beepbeepbeepbeep!

“Gah.” Sean floppily rolled over and gave his alarm clock a good whack. He lay with his arm dangling over the edge of the bed. Ugh. He did not want to be awake right now. He had to be, of course. Always shit to do. A good cup of the ol’ dirty bean water should help refresh him. As it always does. As should some breakfast. He was starving, hunger shakiness and all. Well, of course he was fucking starving, he never got to digest that sandwich.

Hopefully he could digest the eggs he could smell from the kitchen. So hungry. So caffeine-deprived. His feet automatically carried him there, where he found Signe, already dressed to take on the day, doing exactly what his nose predicted she was doing. Ooh, were those sweet potatoes getting put into the other pan? Yeeesss.

“You want some?”

“Yes, please.” Sean groggily started up the coffee pot. He leaned against the counter, hands at his sides gripping the edge. His eyes drifted shut. Mmm. Such good smells all around him. And sounds - the whirring of the coffee pot, and the sizzling of breakfast in the pans. It helped his eyes flutter back open for a moment.

“You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just super hungry. Puking didn’t help.” The coffee started flowing into the pot with its signature satisfying babbling.

“I’m sure this’ll help wake you up, too.” She transferred half the contents of each pan onto each of the two plates she’d set out on the counter. Sean wasted no time grabbing a fork and scarfing down half of his serving right then and there, to Signe’s shock and amusement. “Oh my God. Don’t choke.”

“I wasn’t kidding,” he said with a little bit still in his mouth. Wow, he felt better already. Maybe he could slow down now. He swallowed what he had. “Plus eggs get cold fast.”

Signe started on her portion, too. Probably figured might as well, as long as Sean was eating here. She shook her head and laughed. “Not that fast.”

Sean took the initiative to grab mugs as the coffee pot finished filling. “Want some?”

“Sure. Just a little.”

Sean could feel the steam kissing his face as he poured her cup. Way too hot to drink right away. Signe agreed, blowing tiny waves into her drink, and flinching away when her efforts proved fruitless. She set it aside for now - as did Sean - picking up her plate and finishing her food. She leaned back against the counter, casually engaging in conversation.

“I think I’m going to go out today. It might help clear my head.”

He nodded, polishing off his last bite and setting his plate in the sink. “I think that’d be good for you. Where were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Probably nowhere specific.” Signe finished her food and set her plate down on top of Sean’s. “I’ll know where I want to go when I see it.” She picked up the coffee mug again, blowing on it again and taking a tentative sip, and drinking more now that she was able to. Sean tested the temperature of his with the tip of his finger, not wanting to burn his lips or tongue. Still a tad hot. Would take a while longer since there was more in his mug.

“Even better. Just wandering around the city. It’s nice.” Sean took a test sip in the pause. Still pretty hot, but tolerable. “You heading out right now?”

“Yeah. I’ll be a couple hours, probably.”

“Well, you know where you’ll find me. Screaming my fucking head off.” He leaned down for a goodbye kiss. “See you later, babe.”

“Bye. Love you!” She set off with one of her classic cute waves that never failed to bring a smile to Sean’s face.

“Love you, too.”

Once alone again, Sean’s gaze drifted out the window, which he opened to let the breeze in. Nice and warm, but not too hot. Not bright or sunny, but that was okay. That was normal. He drank up his coffee, taking a bigger mouthful now that it cooled off enough for him to not scorch himself. The familiar comfort of the bitterness on his tongue and the heat expanding in his belly helped wake up and raise his spirits. Maybe he could make today a good day despite Anti’s fuckery.

...

What if it was all just a big prank?

If Anti followed the rules of Sean’s characterization of him - which may not be the case, he was willing to accept - then the possibility that he was merely out to fuck with everyone rather than actually harm them was a possibility that existed. What if he was getting worked up over nothing? What if they just warned dozens of people, who had little to nothing to do with any of this, of worse things to come that was actually coming? Felix and Marzia, at least, seemed to take it pretty seriously. Not the Felix would ever admit it, but Sean could hear the slightest twinge of fear in his voice as they talked. Normally he’d poke fun at him for it. This wasn’t a normal time.

It was weird, as scary as the whole thing was, no one had actually gotten hurt. Yet. As far as he knew. There was still that doubt with Mark, gnawing at the back of his mind, to consider.

He suddenly remembered that odd... dream? From last night, that conversation with that voice. Who were they? Anti? No, they didn’t seem malicious. He couldn’t remember all of what they talked about, but he did know that it was pleasant and calming. Nothing at all like Anti. Sean tried his best to remember what the voice sounded like - if it was identifiable to one he knew in real life. He didn’t remember it sounding like Anti’s, either. But he didn’t remember it sounding like anyone’s he knew. Maybe his memory was just bad. Didn’t they say they’d see him again soon? Maybe they’d show up again tonight?

Sigh... There was nothing he could do about any of this. Nothing beyond taking it one step at a time. One day at a time.

One recording at a time.

It’s time to start the day.

Whoa, look at this! Whoa, look at that!

That was pretty much all this recording session was going to be. God damn, this community made so much good shit. Look at all this art of him, of him and the Whoosh, of him and his friends, of all the egos...

“Aw, we should make a video game with them all, with all the characters.” That would be amazing. Especially an RPG, seeing how the community fleshed out and developed and interpreted the characters.

Who was this guy on the far right-hand side?

Jack the Magnificent, huh? He never gave the magician guy a name, did he? It felt a little weird, though, having three characters with “Jack” in their names. Jackieboy Man he could leave alone, since that was already a name he’d officially given him. Well, back in the video he showed up in, the name “Marvin” was the name that was given, right?

“That’s his name! That’s what we’re gonna call him from now on: Marvin the Magnificent! You all helped, ‘cause we did Marvin’s Magic.”

This was fun, making more characters! The community was gonna love this, having a new little baby to call their own. So was Sean!

Sean gradually sidled up next to Signe on the sofa. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. Until he was practically merged with her. While she let the game she was playing keep running - she could afford to, it was the middle of a Pokemon battle - the visible pause in her hand movement served as her acknowledgement of his playful pestering. She slowly turned her head towards him. Sean gave a wave, a smile, and a “Hi.”

“Do you mind?”

“Nope.” He peered over her shoulder. “Did you catch ‘em all yet?”

“Getting there.”

“What do you mean, ‘getting there?’“ He leaned back out of her personal zone, opening up Twitter on his phone. “You should’ve finished that a long time ago. You’ve been playing nonstop for, like, a month.”

“Have not.”

“You put in, like, three hours an hour.”

Signe flung her arm towards the window. “I went outside earlier! You saw!”

Sean shook his head and started scrolling through Twitter. “Probably out trying to find Rowlets on a power line.”

...Wait, what?

“You can’t get Rowlet in Pokemon Go.”

Hang on.

“I’m happy with my little Cyndaquil, though.”

This conversation was going to have to be dropped. Something was horribly wrong. These tweets...

Towards the end of the new Bio Inc I was getting migraine headaches. lol what if Anti’s real?

> same here??????

> Thirded. Like really bad too. And double vision.

“What the fuck?”

“Sean?”

“God,” he muttered under his breath, “the ride just doesn’t fucking end.”

Signe shut her 3DS and leaned over his shoulder.

“I never fucking finished it,” Sean said, largely to himself.

“What’s going on?”

“They’re all talking about Bio Inc. And they’re all getting, like, headaches and shit from it, apparently.”

> My sister had a literal seizure after watching it!!! No family history of epilepsy or nothing, shes never had a seizure before!!

> headaches with aura and nausea. the fuck is happening Jack!?!?!

> wow everyone’s feeling like that? holy shit im scared D:

Sean opened Youtube in a new tab. There’s no fucking way. There couldn’t be. He was more willing to believe that Anti was making shit up on Twitter than actually uploading an entire nonexistent video to Youtube and giving millions of people migraines and seizures from it.

And yet, there it was. The newest upload. Not Suicide Guy as was intended, but rather:

KILL JA̠͎̭̕CKSEPTICEYE | Bio IN҉̱c. RedempT̡͟I͘on #5.

Then again, he had to admit, Anti uploading a video wouldn’t be the craziest thing to have happened thus far.

“Wa-pssh! Top o’ the mornin’ to ya, laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome back to Bio Inc. Redemption!”

So at least it started off normally. Jack quickly became nauseated, desperately trying to hold back vomit, and ran off camera, with Dr. Schneeplestein appearing in his place. All as Sean originally wanted. It looked as though it was genuinely edited from what he did manage to successfully record. Even the mini bloopers with his face mask. But Sean knew better. Something had to be different.

Something such as the Anti moments that rapidly filtered in. Sean had planned for them, he did. But of course... it wasn’t finished. He didn’t record the little blips yet. Robin didn’t edit the Anti moments yet. There’s no way they should have been there. Yet they were. Sean’s head and vision pulsed with every blip.

Or another something such as Schneeplestein taking off his hat at the end, and Anti’s evil laugh filtering in. As if taking over the doctor’s body. Sean didn’t plan for that.

“I need your help!” Schneeplestein cried. “Save him! Save Jackse-”

“Anti.”

“I’m feeling dizzy,” Signe said. Sean wrapped his arm behind her, stabilizing both of them. Her breathing turned quick and shallow.

Schneeplestein suddenly tried to strangle himself with the headphone cable, correcting himself with a “What am I doing?” For a moment, Sean swore he could feel his own throat closing on itself.

His heart raced.

As Jack’s condition worsened, the screen decolorized. It was growing more and more obvious that Schneeplestein was operating under Anti’s control, with Anti breaking through as his name was inadvertently mentioned within “antidepressant” and “anticoagulant.”

Jack ultimately died - as planned, Sean wished he could say. And in his place...

“Ẃell, ͜lo͢o͘ḱ ͏who'͞s͡ ba͟çk!”

Sharp ringing pierced Sean’s ears and black splotches formed and disintegrated in his field of vision. Signe flinched as well. Jesus Christ. The community weren’t fucking kidding.

“I’m tired of playing pr̸̨ȩt̀en͠d́! Sick of it!” Anti’s hair started flickering between green and red - giving Sean a bit of a headache - gradually remaining red for longer blips of time as his demonic speech carried on. “And y̴ou th̶òug͝h̵t ͏you h͠ad ͡h̛i̕m ͝b҉ac̡k͜...” It reverted back to green.

“What the fuck is this?” Signe cried. She doubled over, hands clamped over her ears, breathing quickening even more to the point of hyperventilating. She ripped herself from Sean’s grip and took off before saying anything more, and before Sean could stop her and ask if she was okay.

“ I've k̴e͢p̶t͏ c̛ontr̀ol all this time.” Anti ran his fingers along the edge of the blade. Almost... seductively. Sean felt like he was suffocating. “N̨͝o̡̡͜͟t̵h̛́͟i͡҉͠n̷̷̢g̸̷͞ gets rid of me!” A shock blasted up his spine, throwing his head backwards against the back of the sofa and sending the phone flying out of his grasp. He may not have smacked against a wall, but it still hurt like a bitch. From the other room, he heard a thud and Signe yelping in pain at the same time as his head smash. Please be okay... Vertigo kept him trapped in place, and his vision turned dark again.

Anti’s voice continued, now seeming to come from within Sean’s own head as much as from the distance. “Mo̡c͞k̶i̛n͜g̢ ̢m̸e with your ‘glitch bitch’...” One of his evil laughs followed, and shocks ran through Sean’s body again, this time pinning his limbs down. His jaw, too, locked shut. Was this what having a seizure was like?

“P̨̛ò͘w͟͜e̷̷͘r͜le̕s̸s̴̸̷!̸͢͢”

“Sean!”

Signe’s shriek made his blood run cold. He desperately wanted to respond. He couldn’t.

“Wh̵o͝ do̡ you̡ ͏th̴i̕nk ͢y̷o͘u̧'̵v̴e ҉be͜e͠n҉ ̶w̸a͝tch͜in͢g all̸ t͞h͟is͡ tim̷e? My p̴̨u҉͟p̷͜͝p̛è͘t̷s̢.”

Fuckfuckfuck... Let me up! Signe, no...

“I̧f͏ ́y҉ou ̕wan̶t͡ h͠i͠m̕ b́a͝c͟k̀ so badly, then why don’t you ̶sav̸e ̵hi̵m̛?”

“Sean, hel-” She was silenced mid-sentence.

Signe! He tried with all his might to break out of his locked joints. To no avail. No!

“There are no̢ s̛tr̛i҉ng̸s͞ on me.”

His brain was screaming. Ringing. Pulsating.

...

And then all was silent.

“And for you! This isn’t over.”

Sean couldn’t get up. His joints felt released. Relaxed. His breathing and heartbeat slowed to a crawl. Too relaxed.

“I wonder what will happen to your favorite boy next time.”

Why did Sean feel so calm?

“See you soon.”

...

God damn, Anti was pissed this time around. All of the fun of his last two appearances was gone. Despite being a fictional character, Alyssa felt a significant quiver of fear in her chest after watching Bio Inc. Or maybe it was the drugs the doctors ordered for her. Who knows. It wasn’t pleasant to watch either way. Not that it was bad. The video was phenomenal, as always. A ray of sunshine on her fourth gloomy day in the hospital. It was so obvious that Jack and Robin had a blast creating this character, and the fun really rubbed off on Alyssa.

One, two, Anti’s coming for you~

It was Anti’s voice, unmistakable. But it sounded like it came from within her own head? Her eyes flicked around the room, scanning every corner; her ears opened in a vain attempt to catch another sound from him. Was she just going crazy? Was it just a side effect of whatever drugs they gave her?

Suddenly her nose and throat were forcefully blocked by a searing mass of thick fluid. Black mist flecked with green spanned across her field of vision. Something grabbed and squeezed her whole body like a giant’s hand, even holding her a few inches off the bed. Shocks shot through her spine and head. She needed to scream, but couldn’t. The fluid was real. Her arm was pinned to her side, unable to reach the call button that was otherwise right there...

It felt like the fluid in her lungs burst out and ripped down through the rest of her insides. Like her body had been hollowed out and filled with magma. Her spine bent backwards farther than she’d ever thought possible. The pain was mind-shattering. So much that she couldn’t even think about her imminent demise.

The first nurse on the scene about fainted at the sight. Staff crowded around, speechless. Alyssa’s father waited just outside the door, receiving no words of comfort about his baby girl.

This was no mere code. There was no resuscitating this one.

The next thing Alyssa knew, she was somehow alive, but alone, greeted by a gray, twilit sky and the hospital’s equally-monochrome edifice.

[amoebattle]

It was kind if sad to see the excitement in a child's eyes fade when their favourite superhero was essentially reduced to a mall cop. Role models for them stopped being Iron Man or Wolverine, and started being the type of person children dreaded and parents loved. The oh-so classic rule following ass kissing citizen, that always made sure he was on top.

As a fun enthusiast, you couldn't stand this. Sure, crime relared fatalities were low, the people were safer, and humanity had an almost 100% chance of a long and 'fulfilling' life. But at what cost? There were hardly any dreamers anymore. Aqua Man had discovered all of the fish in the smallest cracks of the ocean. Spider Man helped ensure that structures were stable and safe for the people. Any hero thst could fly, used their free time to discover new islands and forgotten monuments.

Leaving all of us 'normal folks' to eat the dust.

So of course, you decided to come up with a plan. A plan that would probably get you disowned, but a plan nonetheless.

Your heart was a bit too pure and fun filled to go for your original idea, so instead you went with plan B: Act of the Century. A large charade that convinced the people to hate you, and the lights in their eyes secretly return thanks to you. You would string up false plans, pretend to enslave, harm, and even kill, you would pretend to be the world's newest super villain.

Actually inviting the heroes to the meeting was the hardest part. Getting an audience with Iron Man or Black Panther was not a task many could do when they have no credibility. But, you pulled through. Making bets and promises to convince these heroes that you were worth the time. The second hardest part had to be the meeting itself. Heroes questioned and prodded at your idea, wondering why you were so eager to villify yourself. After all, it was their job not yours.

But, that was the exact phrase you hated, 'their job'.

You convinced a surprising amount of them that they didn't have to do all of the work by themselves. Some of them isn't really need this talk, and helped you to convince the others. A few a them still had an aura of disbelief and self destruction. But hey, they were listening.

In the end, a majority of them were on board with your plan, agreeing to regularly help defeat your whenever people needed a hero. Some even suited you up with some tech so the sham would look more realistic. You could of swore thst you saw a couple of heroes looking at you as if you were insane though, but that was fine. Once they saw the results, they would see the hopeful picture that was ingrained in your head.

On Mondays, you had fist fights with the Avengers.

On Tuesdays, you fought the Justice League. (Though Bat Man occasionally did not show up.)

On Wednesdays, you fought Spiderman, and any ally he invited to come with him.

On Thursdays and Fridays, you had a 'free day' where you would cause a catastrophic event only to be defeated the next day.

On Saturday, you either fought or fought with Deadpool. He really couldn't make up his mind about whether he was an ally of yours or not. It was putting the scheme in danger... But the confused news articles were hilarious.

On Sunday, you would be sent to jail, and miraculously escape the next day, just in time for the Avengers to show up.

That was this year's schedule, and no hero could admit that it was failing. More and more support built up for your secret cause. In fact, almost all of them had your back at this point.

Heroes would send money, tech, support, and anything else they could spare. You had been out drinking with a few more heroes than you could count. They would even take the liberty to purposefully miss when fighting with you. It was off to lead such a double-life, but it was worth it.

Sure, all of the bruises, broken ribs, and gashes in you body aches constantly, and you had a raging migraine for a while, but everything was.... hopeful again. Average people had the chance to discover and explore, and children could gawk at their favorite heroes kick your ass. Some kind of ecstatic would always surge through the people. And what were a couple of bruises when you could bring the light back into somebody's eyes?

Marvel and DC heroes now exist, but due to the amount of heroes crime is almost non-existent to the point superheroes compete to solve the smallest of problems.

[hoodie-lover]

My Multiverse Part 13

Ink and Dream were exhausted. And it was the good kind of exhausted, after such a fun time, they both wanted nothing more than to rest and sleep. But they had plans, important plans. 

“So we need to get to Classic, Geno, and Sci. They are the main alternate classic timelines on our side. Everyone else is either on Nightmare’s side or not involved.” Ink recapped, shaking Dream the list. 

Both the guardians were in their pajamas, or what was left of them after last night, and were chilling in bed with hot cocoa. 

“And it’s best if we keep the number of alternate Classic timelines to a minimum, keep the number of people we need to actively deceive as low as possible.” Dream said, taking a long marshmallow filled sip from his large mug. 

They decided to send Dream to Aftertale to get Geno before the Dark Sanses, plus Blue. As they had seen that Blue and Error has escaped while they were getting ready. Dream had scolded Ink for his carelessness but it really didn’t concern him at the moment. They could easily say that Blue had gone crazy while he was glitching out and with being so close to Error and it wouldn’t be too far of a stretch to say the Dark Sanses tricked him. 

Ink would go to the original universe to talk to Classic. He thought that if things went south, he would be the best equipped for a kidnapping mission. Though he did tell Dream he may decide to kidnap him anyway. If they could find a way to control Classic, they would be unstoppable. 

The two of them got out of their pajamas and out in their regular clothes. Though Dream did think about a wardrobe change later down the line, as he wasn’t the same Dream that he was when he wore these clothes. He wasn’t the same Dream that had lost Nightmare even before he was given his new ability by Ink. Though he put his crown on and shifted his cape as he made way to Aftertale. 

Ink sighed and prepared for a visit from Classic. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with him. Though Classic was always overjoyed by Ink’s visits, on account of being his introduction to the Multiverse as a concept, Ink dreaded them. He was looking at his worst enemy and biggest threat, and they didn’t even know it! It was infuriating having to keep up appearances when it came to Classic. Though Geno and Sci were also bad, they weren’t nearly as so, with the migraines Ink could give allowing him to relax.

The save screen was dark and dull. Dream remembered why he rarely visited Geno. He was glad it was only a short visit. 

“Dream, what’re you doing here?” Geno asked, surprised upon seeing the guardian in his realm.

“I have bad news Geno. Blue, he’s been kidnapped by the Dark Sanses.” Dream lies, shedding a few crocodile tears and weakening his aura for added effect.

“What? How?!” Geno asked, running up to Dream. 

“I don’t know. Ink got a ransom note and Stretch reported him missing.” Dream explained, shaking.

“What did it say? What do they want?” Geno questioned, placing a hand to his skull in disbelief. 

“Our complete and total surrender.” Dream said, sighing. “We’re gathering everyone to gather to decide what to do.” Dream elaborated, looking Geno in his non-melted eye. 

“I’ll be there, just need to make sure I won’t have a genocide run on my hands when I get back.” Geno said as he checked the screens that lead to the Original timeline, and upon seeing Ink he asked one more question. 

“Why aren’t you telling Classic? I assume Ink’s telling Classic because he’s there, but it’d be a lot easier for you to tell Classic right? Unless I’m missing something.” Geno said, narrowing his eye ever so slightly at the guardian. 

“We’ve been running around like chickens with our heads cut off and I hounded Ink about this scheduling thing, but we had to get ready as soon as possible.” Dream told Geno, waving as he opened a portal and jumped in. 

Ink looked around Snowdin and breathed in the cold air. It made him feel relaxed, at home. He always liked the cold, it reminded him of himself. Cold, yet in certain situations something fun, but dangerous if let to sit for too long. 

“Heya Ink. What brings you here this fine morning?” Classic asked, winking at the guardian. 

Ink was caught off guard by Classic’s voice, having not noticed him coming across the sentry station with the conveniently shaped lamp. 

“Blue had been kidnapped. And we need all the help we can get.” Ink said, straight to the point and eye lights flashing red. 

“What? Who?” Classic asked, shocked. 

“The Dark Sanses. They want us to surrender and we’re getting everyone together to form a game plan to save Blue!” Ink announced and Classic was sold, though he noticed Ink was stiff and anxious. 

“I can tell you’ve been worried sick. You’re stiff.” He said, eyeing Ink. 

“Y-yeah I haven’t been sleeping a lot lately, so I’m stiff.” Ink said, sweating slightly. 

He begged and begged that Classic would just accept his excuse and let him go. And luckily for him, his prayers were answered. 

“Ok. Do you need me to come right now or can I get my alibi ready?” Classic asked, winking as he got up. 

“What alibi? You have quite a lot.” Ink said, handing Classic a spiked ketchup bottle he had made before coming. 

“A-45. And thanks, I’ve been needing this.” Classic said, taking a big gulp. 

Ink smiled as Classic downed the entire bottle and put it on his sentry station. 

“Thankssss Innk...” Classic slurred, the sleeping potion already taking effect. 

“You don’t look so good Classic. Maybe you can take a quick nap? That way you’ll be able to have energy for the meeting.” Ink suggested and Classic’s eyes opened widened. 

“What did you do…?” Classic said as he began to sway and lose his balance. 

“Sleep Classic. You know you want to~.” Ink said as he, standing on his tiptoes, placed a hand on Classic’s head and pat him. 

“I…” Classic forced out as he passed out cold. Pun intended.

Ink picked up Classic’s limp body and left the universe. Unaware a peeping Tom, in this Geno, was looking in.

“What the heck?” Geno asked himself, playing the scene back a few times. 

His head began to spin as he tried to make sense of what he’d seen. But then a chilling realization crept up his spine. Ink and Dream work together, Ink kidnapped Classic, what if they kidnapped Blue, for whatever reason, and blamed it on the Dark Sanses? Would they be willing to do that? What motive could there be? Is he in danger? 

Questions circled in his head as he fell to the cold save screen floor. And on the save screen floor he laid for a few minutes. Geno eventually got up and decided that he would play along and try to figure out what was going on. 

“Dream! I’m ready!” Geno called out, wandering for a while until Dream came back. 

“You called?” Dream asked, smiling a creepy smile. 

“I’m ready to go.” Geno said as he followed the guardian of positivity to a place where he hoped he’d leave.

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