#DUDEEEEEE CAN YOU TELL THAT I LOVE HIM

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

20 and 21 for ghostbur :]

Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

This question makes me a little sad because Ghostbur really didn’t have… much of any good, true friends during his life. He had Friend, of course, and Tommy, but everyone else didn’t seem to actually care much about him :/ People like Ranboo and Phil even seemed happy when he died. It’s just really sad to me.

In another universe, Ghostbur would’ve been soooooo loved & cherished and he would’ve had sooooo many wonderful friends who deeply loved him :’)

But! To answer the question aksgajsgajsg I must give Two answers: Friend and Charlie Slimecicle.

Friend and Ghostbur’s close bond is very canon, and for good reason!! They’re freakin adorable! The way Friend chooses to stick with his human, even though sheep are flock animals and almost always prefer to be with other sheep… 🥺 And the way Ghostbur always, always, always searches for his sheep when he gets lost or loses a life, and never once gives up the search until he finds Friend… 🥺 PLEASE. THE DEVOTION!!!

Friend also really really helps Ghostbur with his mental issues, and has a very calming effect on the ghost—super similar to a service pet! I think it’s such a neat relationship and, even though Friend is an animal and not a fellow human, his and Ghostbur’s friendship really is so sweet and just… filled to the brim with love <3 Strong, devotional love and it’s so wholesome.

I really think Charlie and Ghostbur would’ve been so good for each other 😭 Their personalities are so similar and I think they’d relate on a lot of things!! Even their speech patterns are similar 😅 IT PAINS ME THAT THEY NEVER GOT ANY CANON INTERACTIONS. OH WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.

Oh my gosh I could totally see these two becoming close and really getting to know & trust each other and and and 🥺 Oh… what could have been, truly.

If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

OOOOOOOH

Okayokay, let me think about this for a moment… oh this is such an interesting question. Oh yes.

I really adore Ghostbur’s perspective/worldview, and it’s so pleasant to write :) Whether it comes through in his dialogue or I’m just describing what he’s thinking about, he’s got such a clearly unique point of view, and it’s a joy to write!! Seriously such a pleasure! Ghostbur is a lovely soul with a lovely mind, and it’s really cool to kind of… I guess see it for myself through writing. It’s really awesome :)

The way he thinks is so sweet and simple and hopeful and poetic, but there’s also a deepness that’s so striking and thought-provoking—and, often, deep deep layers of sadness & emotional turmoil as well. It all blends together in SUCH a beautiful way, and just… dudeeee. Ghostbur is the Best little guy <33

As for things I don’t like… hm. I don’t know if I can come up with anything specific :0 I guess I’m always a little worried that I’m writing him wrong, or making him either “too childish” or “too serious” or whatever. It’s nothing too bad though, and for the most part I really do enjoy writing him!

[dansemacabre]

decoded a stan twins “fun” fact from book of bill below the cut. SPOILERZ

if you assign the bros secret code to a thru z in order (see figure 1):

then you can decode what ford writes in the journal when he’s thinking about calling stanley (see figure 2, already decoded)

this is devastating right? this is bad and evil and makes you want to curl up and weep? because he misses his brother so dearly and it’s really tragic that they’ve been so angry with each other for so long? Well it gets worse

there’s a bit in the end where stanley cussed out bill. i recognized the code and Chat i wanted this word to be fuck so badly you had no idea. i would’ve been happy with a bullshit. but INSTEAD it’s SAD AND DISMAL.

assuming that ! is y (since it’s not legible from the photo) it says LOVE YA BRO. SHUT THE FUCK UP.

this hurts right? this too is bad? because now you’ve let The Implications sink in. because The Implications are that over decades and decades of hating each other and missing each other and Being Complicated both stanley and stanford REMEMBERED the secret code they made together at 12.

and then you go, duh! stanley got his memory wiped. stanford must have RETAUGHT HIM THE BROS SECRET CODE. WHICH IS ALMOST SADDER AND SWEETER.

DUDE. DUDEEEEEE

they are so brothers. this made me really abnormal. if u can’t tell

[thesimplicityofchance]

DUDEEEEEE! That episode like wow. I genuinely felt so bad for the little monster 😭 ! I want him to just slaughter the goddess at this point 😤

Yeah I'm starting to think maybe the goddess isn't as much of a force for good as she made the other people think. Like she left that other great dark mage guy to die in the ruins of disposal after he served her. So something tells me she might actually be the demon king. Because if not I wanna see how fucked up the demon king is. I did really like how quickly all those tough holy watcher guys went from ooo we are so evil and can do what we want to anyone. To oh oh shit fuck shit this guy isn't fucking around. Like I can't imagine how scary that would be to know how strong your friend was and watch him just get paralyzed from a soft spoken word. That's what I love he doesn't even say his spells with aggression or malice. He's just like nope your dead and here's me telling you that. I wanna see what the leopard headed guy in the cover picture is like!! 😭

[ssreeder]

I will admit... Seeing your stark defense of Jet has mellowed me out. I still want him to be knocked down his high horse, and i saw the spoilers that the fuck may or may notndie and the arm thing, but... Fair enough, the shit head does have a conscience. Miniscule and close to non existent, but it is there

Honestly i wouldn't mind the asshole to stay if he has a breakdown or two about being the salt of the earth or whatever the saying goes. Like i want to see him like ara yknow? Borderline driven crazy from guilt, and then pulled back from the abyss. I'm fine with that as revenge for snitching and being the sooe responsible for announcing zuko is alive to like half the earth kingdom officials

Anyways guess who is about to SCREAM bc my boy Zuko does not deserve all of this. I'm at the part Ho Lon cleaned zuko up and yknow what? That's another one i want thrown off his high horse. "Ooh the earth kingdom aren't evil, ooh we wouldn't do that" bitch you're in a war and ppl are shit, shut up, quon is fucking evil. And How? I'm terrified about what that one might do

Chang. Lyn. My amazing people that better survive or I'm hunting authors for sport (with all my love of course bc i do adore your writing), and TALKING ABOUT HUNTING. AZULA. AZULA IS HERE. I SWEAR TO ALL THAT'S SACRED. Of all the things to stick to canon with, if zuko goes to the fire nation with azula and all that shit I'm burning something. Like a building. You'll be responsible for that (again, just for clarity's sake, I'm joking). I can not. I repeat. Can NOT deal with something like that. I refuse to. I think my heart would refuse to. I'd go into cardiac arrest if that happened. Can you oive with that? No you can't, so you won't be evil and cruel. Right?

Iroh... Oh, when he sees zuko. Like i know, i just KNOW at some point iroh will see zuko's scars and Know and god that will be amazing. Will jet see zuko's scars? Bc i think that's the thing that would push him over the edge, to see the pain, maybe learn that sokka himself added to the collection... Ok i don't think that's even a conversation sokka would have with jet i can admit i just want to see the pain and shock of ppl if they knew this boy that's so fiercely loyal to zuko is one of the people that scarred him, and then see sokka's reaction to that reminded bc that's GOOD right there. Prime hurt material without breaking zuko again

-Fragile heart anon, lmao

I'm sorry this got so long, I'm just trying to gather most of my thoughts so i don't keep spamming you with asks, i know it can get overwhelming. I hope you're having a great time and once again thank you so so much for writing this amazing (painful) story

yeahhhh…. Jet eaten alive by guilt is very unlikely. Jet slowly having a shift in the way he sees the world and learning about the gray of war and how it affects both sides…. Perhaps? Idk he’s a tough nut to crack. (& trust me I CRACKED him)

Omg I’m so excited you’re scared about General How because LET ME TELL YOU - He is fucking splendid. Damn good man, 10/10 would recommend:) haha.

Dudeeeeee if Zuko goes with azula to the FN THAT WOULD BE SO FUCKING FUNNY HAHAHAHA… that is some shit right there haha… that wouldn’t happen…. Right? No…. Right?…

(I think you’re giving Jet too much credit because idk if he would care about zukos scars unfortunately my baby hates the fire nation and it’s not the same effect as seeing the ones on Sokka…. Damn it Jet be nicer or don’t I just enjoy his problematic personality so much)

I love your asks FHA & im sad your caught up because that means I won’t get anymore unless…. UNLESS???? jk idk where I’m going with that I’m tired.

[gryffindorcls]

Step In The Light

Summary: While on patrol, Adrien notices that his Lady is nervous and upset, so he gives her a good luck charm that had been gifted to him by a "very good friend". In return, she helps him realize that he was in love with the giftee all along. Length: 5,936 words Hello, lovely readers! This was written for the 2020 JV Art and Fic Trade on Discord. There is accompanying art for this fic by @supergirl9130.  Be on the look-out for it soon! The song featured in this is "Extra Ordinary" sung by Lucy Hale from “Cinderella Story: Once Upon A Song”. Enjoy! (Shout out to my betas for this fic, @falling-oceans and @chanceuseladynoire!) --- AO3

Fanfiction

“Hey, Chat, do you think we could skip patrol tomorrow?” Ladybug’s words stopped Adrien in his tracks.

Worry poked at the back of his mind as he gave his partner a once over. He could feel a crease setting in his brow as he watched Ladybug look at the ground and shift between her feet.

“Is everything alright?” He took a step towards her. “You never cancel patrol at the last minute.”

Ladybug clutched her yo-yo against her chest and shook her head. “I’m fine! I just have to do something tomorrow.”

“Are you sure? You seem kind of upset.” She looked like she needed a hug.

With a groan, she slumped and buried her face in her hands. “Ugh, yeah. Please don’t worry about me. I’m just really nervous. It’s something I’ve never done before, and I hope I don’t make a complete fool out of myself.”

Adrien slung his arm over Ladybug’s shoulders and pulled her close. “My lady, you are one of the most amazing people I know. You’ve shown the world time and time again that you can do anything you set your mind to.”

Her muscles relaxed under his touch, sending his heart into a frenzy. Even though he was doing his best to move on from his crush, there were still some residual feelings that caused a few involuntary reactions. However, Adrien knew that Ladybug needed him to be his friend, and he was determined to fill that role.

He was grateful for how his friendship had evolved with his partner since she’d become the Guardian in Master Fu’s stead. Even though they had been comfortable around each other for a long time, now that their mentor was gone, their trust in each other had increased exponentially, and lately, his Lady seemed to enjoy their casual touches far more than she used to. Today was no exception.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Chat, but I’m not so sure I can do it this time.” Ladybug scooted closer to him and nuzzled against his side.

He swallowed and tried not to focus on the feeling of her head pressed against his collarbone. “And why is that?”

“Because I’m a klutz, and I just know something is going to go wrong.”

“You a klutz? No…”

She laughed. “Yeah, Tikki definitely helps me stay on my feet. I’ll have you know that when I’m not wearing a magical suit that enhances my reflexes, I’ve been known to trip on air. One time, I walked into the same door three times after spilling coffee on my best friend and dropping all my books down the stairs.”

“Oof.” He stifled a chuckle. “I’m sorry to hear that, but if it’s any consolation, clumsiness is an endearing quality.”

“Is that so?”

“Yup, there’s this girl in my class who’s kind of clumsy, and I know she gets embarrassed, but it’s honestly adorable.”

“You might think it’s adorable, but it seems to get worse when I’m nervous. I don’t know how cute it’s going to be if I wind up tripping and destroying everything in the room. I’m a disaster.”

“An adorable disaster.” He corrected, his lips curling into a smile that hurt his cheeks. “Just like Mar...I mean, my friend.”

“It sounds like she and I would get along.” Adrien could still hear the worry in her voice.

“Probably. You two are a lot alike.” He tapped his chin. “Well, except for the fact that she always seems to freak out when she’s around me. She’s amazing though. She’s smart, talented, generous, and an incredible friend. You would like her.”

Ladybug pulled away from him, crossed her arms, and smirked. “Ooooh! Does someone have a crush?”

Heat rushed to his cheeks, forcing Adrien to turn his head away from hers. “No! She’s just a friend.”

“Ugh, if I had a euro for every time I heard my crush say that about me, I’d be richer than he is.” She leaned back. “Poor girl. You’ve probably broken her heart every time she’s heard you say that.”

“What do you mean?”

“My brain stops working every time I’m near my crush, and if she’s as nervous as you’re saying she is, this girl is probably madly in love with you.”

Adrien fixed his eyes on the ground below and tried to process Ladybug’s words.

I can’t be in love with Marinette.

True, she’s the kindest and sweetest girl he’d ever met in his entire life, and he’d be lying if the idea of dating her hadn’t crossed his mind in the past. But she’d told him that she didn’t have feelings for him...unless she’d been lying. She didn’t like him like that. Marinette was…

“Just a friend,” he whispered to himself.

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Ladybug nudged him with her elbow. “Just something to think about, kitty.”

“But you’re the only girl I’ve ever fallen in love with. I mean, it’s different now, but still, I’ve never really loved someone the way I loved you.”

“I’ve recently learned that love comes in many different forms. Even the romantic kind. Maybe you love her, too, and you just haven’t realized it yet?”

“Hmmm...I guess that could be true. But what do these other loves feel like?”

“I don’t know. I think it depends on the person. Honestly, I wish someone had this conversation with my crush. It sure would have made things a lot eas...OH NO.” Her hands flew to her face and all the color drained from her cheeks. “That’s going to make things even worse!”

Startled by her reaction, Adrien pulled her back into a hug. Her body trembled in his embrace, driving a wave of panic through his chest.

He held her tighter. “What’s wrong?”

“My crush.” Her rasped words barely made it past her lips. “He might be there. I don’t know, but if he is...I can’t do this, Chat.”

“Come here, my lady.” With his arms still wrapped around her, Adrien held her until the tension in her muscles began to subside. “I’m here.”

“I can’t even get through a sliding glass door when I’m with him! I really am going to ruin everything!”

“No, you’re not.”

“I might.”

“Well, if you’re anything like the girl I know and you do break something, I can guarantee that your friends will still like you. I think it’s literally impossible to not like her.”

“Yeah, but I’m not her.”

It would be nice if you were. Adrien shook his head. NO. Stop that! Marinette is just a friend. Ladybug is sad. FOCUS.

He wracked his brain for a solution to her problem.

What would Marinette do?

The idea hit him like a truck. “Sounds like you could use a good luck charm.”

If his lady needed a little extra luck, he was going to give it to her.

“I’ll be right back. Wait right here!” He hopped onto his feet, scurried behind a chimney, and called off his transformation.

“Kid, what are you doing now?” Plagg groaned. “At least tell me you brought some cheese for me to eat before you make me transform you back.”

Adrien shook his head and reached into his coat pocket. “Ladybug needs my help.”

“Uh-huh.” Plagg crossed his arms. “And it’s not something you can do while you’re still Chat Noir?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll transform again before I go back.” He fished around for a few seconds before pulling out his “Marinette Lucky Charm” and waving it in front of his Kwami’s face. “I just needed to get this.”

Plagg’s eyes grew wide. “Uhh, what exactly are you planning on doing with that?”

“I’m going to give it to her.”

“To who?”

“Ladybug.”

“Oh, no, Adrien, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. You could accidentally…” Plagg was cut off by a shrill ring that pierced to the silence.

Adrien fumbled around his pockets until he found the culprit behind the noise. He pulled his cellphone into the night air and silenced it by smashing his fingers against the screen.

“Whew, that was a close one.” He repocketed his phone and looked at Plagg. “Okay, what were you saying? I have to get back to Ladybug soon.”

"Before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to say..." Plagg was cut off again.

Adrien’s phone buzzed in rapid succession, prompting him to take it out once more. He swiped his fingers across his lock screen, he squinted as the space around him illuminated.

Nino: [20:17] dude

Nino: [20:17] DUDE

Nino: [20:17] why aren’t you picking up ur phone??

Nino: [20:17] DUDEEEEEE

Nino: [20:18] I need to know if you’re going to the masked singer jr thing @ school tomorrow

Nino: [20:18] alya is about to buy tickets

Nino: [20:18] she needs to know if we should get 2 or 3

Messages continued to bombard his phone as he desperately tried to type out a response.

Nino: [20:18] do you think ur dad will let you go?

Nino: [20:19] alya is telling me that she needs an answer RIGHT NOW...like immediately

Nino: [20:19] bro?????

“What is it now?” Plagg hovered above Adrien’s phone. “Don’t you have to get back to patrol?”

“Yeah, I do.” With a frustrated huff, Adrien pulled out a wedge of Camembert and tossed it to his Kwami. “But I just need a few minutes, okay? Then we can talk before I go back.”

Plagg shrugged, landed on Adrien’s shoulder, and began devouring the cheese. "You know what, kid, do whatever you want. It's about time we moved on from all of this nonsense anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean? If you have something you need to say, just say it. I’ll stop texting and listen."

"Doesn't matter anymore. Carry on."

Doing his best to ignore the chewing next to his ear, he finally managed to compose a response before Nino had the chance to send any more messages.

Adrien: [20:20] Tickets for the what?

Nino: [20:20] THE BOY LIVES

Nino: [20:20] alya was getting ready to BLITZ ur phone

Nino: [20:21] you lucked out my dude

Nino: [20:21] can u come with us??

Adrien: [20:21] I don’t know what you’re talking about

Nino: [20:21] it’s for that singing competition based off that tv show 

Nino: [20:22] there’s been flyers for it all over the school

Adrien closed his eyes and tried to picture one of the flyers that Nino was talking about, but nothing popped into his mind. He’d been relatively out of it over the past few weeks. His father had pulled him out of school for countless photoshoots, and every time he’d actually attended class, he’d been too tired to function. However, with his father out of town and his evening free from patrol duties, the thought of unwinding at an event with his friends sounded really nice.

Adrien: [20:23] I still don’t know what that is, but it sounds cool!

Nino: [20:23] so that’s a yes??? 

Adrien: [20:23] Yeah

Nino: [20:24] SWEET! it starts at 8

Nino: [20:24] alya is making signs for us to wave

Nino: [20:24] she’ll give you one when we meet up tomorrow

Adrien: [20:24] Signs?

Nino: [20:25] yeah for marinette

Marinette.

Just reading her name on his screen made his heart skip a beat.

Marinette was going to be there.

Ladybug’s words rang through his head, but he shook them away. Marinette was definitely just a friend. He was looking forward to seeing his friend, and he knew that the feeling in his chest was a totally normal response to his excitement.

Nino: [20:25] marinette lost a bet or something and now she’s singing tomorrow

Nino: [20:25] that’s why alya is trying to snag these last minute tix

“Chat?” Ladybug’s voice carried across the rooftop, giving Adrien the push he needed to wrap up his texting conversation. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! I’ll be right there! Don’t come over!” Adrien called back, tapping his fingers furiously on the keyboard.

Adrien: [20:26] Sounds good! I’ll see you tomorrow!

He shoved the phone back into his pocket, called for his transformation, and ran back to Ladybug.

As he approached her, he noticed that her eyes were filled with concern. “Are you sure everything’s okay? You were behind the chimney for an awfully long time.”

“Oh, yeah that...don’t worry about it.” He waved his hands dismissively before holding out his lucky charm in an open palm. “Anyway, this is for you. I think you need it more than I do.”

Instead of seeing the smile on her face that he’d been expecting, Ladybug stared intently at the charm in his hand, as if she were waiting for it to explode or spontaneously combust. She sat quiet and unmoving, and Chat began to fear that she had been turned into a statue by an unseen Akuma.

“M-my lady?” He swallowed in an attempt to combat the desert that had suddenly appeared in his mouth, but his efforts proved to be fruitless. “Did you want to borrow it?”

Her eyes remained locked on the charm. “Chat, where did you get that?”

“Well, I got it from that friend I was talking about. The girl in my class?” Using his other hand, he scratched the back of his neck. “You know, the one you think I have a crush on.”

“Oh my God.” She opened and closed her mouth a few times. “This isn’t happening.”

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to take it.” He closed his hand around the charm and began to retract his arm.

“No!” She grabbed his hand. “I want it, but…”

“What is it?”

“I-”

“My lady, are you okay?”

Her eyes flitted up, locking their gazes together. “I need to know something.”

“Ummm, okay?” His internal body temperature rose under her unwavering stare. “What...uh...what is it?”

“Have you ever imagined yourself in a romantic relationship with the girl who gave you that charm?”

“I don’t understand.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay, let me put it this way, have you ever thought to yourself ‘I wonder what it would be like to go on a date with her’ and then played it out in your head?”

Of course, I have.

“I, uhh…” He swallowed again.

It’s Marinette. But she’s just a friend.

“Chat, I need an answer.” The desperation written on her features did not ease his frazzled nerves. “Please.”

“She’s just a friend.” His words were beginning to sound like a lie. “She’s always been just a friend.”

She leaned in. “Are you sure?”

“No.” His response tumbled out before he had the chance to censor his thoughts.

Adrien clamped his free hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut. She’s just a friend. Marinette is just a friend. There was no way that she was anything more than just a friend...right?

“You love her.” Ladybug looked away, smiled towards the heavens, and released a tear-filled laugh. “You really love her.”

“I...love her?”

His brain was slowly arriving at the solution to a problem that had been plaguing his subconscious for months. Loving Ladybug had created a hazy and beautiful cloud that consumed his thoughts and dreams, but embracing the idea of loving Marinette swept the confusion away. True, he’d always love his Lady, but he could no longer deny the ever-present voice screaming the truth in the back of his mind.

“I love her.” He arched his back, held up his arms, and declared it to the heavens. “I love her!”

“Yes, you do. You really do!” She launched herself at him and pulled him into a tight embrace. “I’m so happy!”

“You are?”

“Yes! I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. I just...I never thought it would happen like this. Oh, Chat I…” She stopped and pulled away. “I might cry.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you’d be so happy to see me paired off with someone else.” He snorted. “Should I be insulted?”

“No! No, I just...I’m sorry. My words...I…”

“My lady, are you okay?”

“What? I’m freight! I mean grine! I mean...NO…” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m fine. I’m just so happy. You have no idea.”

“You sound just like her right now.”

He closed his eyes and allowed his thoughts to wander back to Marinette. A familiar warmth filled his chest and made his heart soar. It was a feeling that he’d lost the day his mother disappeared. It felt safe. It felt secure. It felt like home.

But his happiness proved to be short-lived as a second realization hit him like a tsunami. “But she’s in love with someone else...just like you are. I can’t go through something like that again.”

“She’s not.” Ladybug shook her head. “You keep comparing her to me, and, kitty, if she’s anything like me, I can promise that she loves you.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” She reached out and gently pulled the charm free from his grip before standing up and unsheathing her yo-yo. “I’m suddenly feeling a lot more confident now. I have to go, but I promise to give this back to you the next time I see you.”

“Thank you, my lady.” Chat hopped onto his feet. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

“No, thank you, Chat Noir.” She clutched the charm against her chest. “For being the coolest cat I know.”

“I guess I am pretty paw-some.” He pretended to flip his hair, eliciting a giggle from his partner.

“My wonderful, dorky, Chaton.” She tossed her yo-yo and hooked the wire around a chimney on an adjacent rooftop. “See you soon.”

“Good luck tomorrow!” He called out as she swung off the roof and into the distance.

***

That night, sleep became his enemy as thoughts of Marinette bombarded his mind. Adrien tossed and turned for what seemed like an endless number of hours before falling into a fitful, dreamless slumber. When the alarm on his phone woke him up, he wanted nothing more than to throw it across the room and sleep for another week.

But he knew that staying in bed was not an option. If he didn’t get ready, he wouldn’t be able to go to school. If he didn’t go to school, he wouldn’t see Marinette. And if he didn’t see Marinette, then there was a good chance that his head might explode.

With a groan, he pulled himself out of bed, brushed his teeth, and managed to find an outfit that matched before grabbing a piece of toast and hopping into his family’s car. During the short journey, he closed his eyes and rested against the cool glass.

By the time he reached the school, he was half asleep and was barely aware of his surroundings as he made his way to the classroom. He’d grumbled a few half-hearted hellos to his friends before slumping into his chair and putting his head in his arms. It wasn’t until Marinette came barreling into the classroom five minutes after class started that he snapped out of his sleep-deprived haze.

Despite finally feeling awake, school was a nightmare. The knowledge that Marinette was sitting behind him drove him to the brink of insanity. She was only a few feet away, and there was nothing that he could do about it in the middle of class.

At lunch, she’d run back home to finish her costume, leaving him with no other option but to go home and eat. As he sat alone at his dining room table, he considered how life would be different with Marinette as his girlfriend.

If they’d been a couple, then he most likely wouldn’t be sitting by himself in an empty, loveless room. He’d probably been dragged over to her house and been allowed to watch as she excitedly put together her costume for the show. He’d have been granted the opportunity to become a part of her inner world, a place that he knew was full of creativity and wonder. He’d have been there to celebrate her little victories and encourage her through her downfalls. He wouldn’t have been alone.

And he didn’t want to be alone anymore.

He wanted to be with her.

He was going to ask her out.

Adrien dropped his fork on his plate and pushed away from the table. He rushed back to his room, flopped into his desk chair, and turned on the computer.

“Oh, good. You’re back.” Plagg whizzed into view and landed on the keyboard. “We’re almost out of cheese. It’s time to order more.”

“Not right now.” Adrien opened a new browser and began a search for local flower shops. “I only have a few minutes before I have to go back to school.”

Plagg looked at the screen and crossed his arms. “That’s not cheese.”

“That’s right.”

“And why not?”

“Because I’m pretty sure Marinette would rather have some nice smelling roses over a stinky wheel of Camembert when I ask her out after the competition tonight.”

Plagg flew in front of Adrien’s face and blocked his view of the monitor. “Please tell me you’re serious.”

“I am.” Adrien shifted his body to get a better view of the screen. “Why do you care? Usually, you make fun of my...oh how do you usually put it? ‘Stupid human love rituals’.”

“Have you really moved on from Ladybug? For real this time?”

“Yeah.” A burst of happiness coursed through his system, causing a smile to form on his lips. “I guess I have.”

“Then tonight is going to be even better than I thought it was going to be.”

“Why are you being so cryptic lately? Last night and now this. What are you talking about?.”

“Oh, nothing!” Plagg dove into the trashcan next to the desk. “Don’t mind me. I’m just here for the show.”

He rolled his eyes and resumed his search. He didn’t have time for his Kwami’s cryptic shenanigans. He was on a mission.

Adrien was determined to make tonight perfect.

***

That night, Adrien got to the school within five minutes of the first act going on stage. After taking his time choosing an outfit and picking up the roses he’d ordered, he knew he’d be cutting it close. Luckily, his friends were waiting patiently on the school steps upon his arrival.

If he hadn’t been so nervous, he’d have been infinitely more impressed by the way the crew of the Masked Singer Junior competition had transformed the courtyard. At one end, there was a stage with a black backdrop that almost looked as if it was studded with stars. Large speakers had been placed at either end of the stage. The rest of the space had been filled with rows of folding chairs.

The school had managed to get Alec Cataldi to MC the event, so as each act was ushered onto the stage, he riled up the crowd with jokes and charm. Throughout the competition, Adrien had been vaguely aware of the other performers, but he’d been focused on his mission--Operation: Ask Out Marinette. He tapped his foot as the anticipation built in his gut. He didn’t know how he’d feel when he finally saw her, but he didn’t know if he could wait much longer.

After over a dozen acts, Alec once again sauntered into the spotlight with the next contestant in tow. The singer wore a black cat mask that covered half of her face, a rhinestone-studded tiara that sparkled under the lights, and an electric green dress with a flared skater skirt that ended just above the knees.

Alec waited for the courtyard to fall silent before bringing the microphone up to his face to speak. “Is everyone having a good time so far?”

Everyone around Adrien screamed and clapped.

“I can’t hear you!” Alec held the microphone towards the crowd and held his other hand up to his ear.

The audience released a deafening roar.

“Excellent! Our next contestant calls herself Princess Kitty! How are you feeling tonight, Your Highness?” Alec put the microphone in front of the girl’s face.

“Purr-etty good, Alec!” Adrien’s ears perked up at the sound of her voice. “I was feline kind of nervous before, but now I’m cat-tastic!”

Everything came to a screeching halt.

He knew that voice.

He’d heard that voice tease him countless times.

He trusted that voice with his life.

That was his lady’s voice.

And she was dressed like him.

“She looks so good!” Alya held up her phone and snapped several pictures. “I can’t believe she pulled all of that together in one night! My girl is the best!”

“Your girl? Alya, who exactly do you think that is?” Adrien shifted nervously in his seat. “You don’t know that person, do you?”

“You really can’t tell?” Alya switched her phone’s camera to video mode. “And here I thought you’d recognize her right away. You did buy her flowers after all.”

Marinette.

He shook his head. “No, that’s impossible.”

They can’t be the same person.

“Of course it is!” Alya laughed dismissively. “I helped her get ready earlier tonight. I just didn’t realize how cool all of that was going to look under the lights.”

Adrien knew in his heart that the girl on the stage was his lady, but his mind told him that his partner couldn’t possibly be that close to him in real life. There was no way he’d fallen in love with the same girl twice. He wasn’t that lucky.

Or was he?

Marinette was his every day Ladybug, and he’d often thought that she’d make an incredible Miraculous holder. He’d once told himself that he’d love whoever was behind the mask, but he knew deep down that was a lie. Every time he’d scratched the surface of the truth behind his lady’s secret identity, he’d only been happy when Ladybug was Marinette.

He wasn’t just in love with any girl.

He was in love with one girl.

I’ve been in love with Marinette all along. The burst of clarity eviscerated the remaining fog and struck him with an overwhelming sense of admiration that brought tears to his eyes.

Of course, it was her. Of course, he’d fallen in love with the same girl twice. Of course, Marinette was Ladybug.

“Wow!” Alec’s voice cut through his thoughts, forcing him back to earth. “What’s the secret to all of your confidence, Princess Kitty?”

“Well, last night I was a tiny bit nervous, and I was given a good luck charm by someone very close to me. I already had one from him, but having a second one is making me feel extra lucky.” The girl on stage held up two colorful, beaded charms that were both held together by red string.

“See!” Alya snapped a picture, blew it up on her screen, and showed it to Adrien. “That’s the charm you made her for her birthday. She carries that thing everywhere. And I’m guessing that the other one is the charm that she gave you.”

“Yeah.” Adrien couldn’t take his eyes off the image on Alya’s screen. “It is.”

“Hold on...she just said that it was given to her last night. Did you two see each other last night? Wait! Is that why you got her flowers?” Alya grabbed his shoulders and turned him towards her. “Are you two secretly dating?”

“I...uh...I…” There were too many things happening all at once for Adrien to properly process Alya’s questions. “N-no?”

“But you did see her last night?”

“Ummm...well…” He found himself breathing a sigh of relief when he was cut off by another roar from the crowd.

Alya switched her phone back to video mode and shook her head. “You’re off the hook for now, Sunshine, but I know there’s a story there.”

Adrien returned his attention back onto the stage, mesmerized by the love of his life.

She flashed a dazzling smile to the crowd. “Tonight’s song is dedicated to the coolest cat I know, and I’m just hoping he catches on before the performance is over.”

Me! his mind screamed, She’s talking about me! She’s doing all of this for me!

“Ooooh! Sounds like we have a romance brewing tonight! Any chance we could get the name of the lucky guy?” Alec winked at the crowd.

She chuckled. “A lady never tells.”

“A lady? Pardon me, Your Highness, but I thought you were a princess.”

“Purr-haps I’m both.” She turned her mask-shrouded gaze towards the crowd, but Adrien felt as if her eyes were fixed on him. “Maybe I have more than one mask.”

“How mysterious!” Alec’s laughter bounced off the walls surrounding the courtyard. “Well, good luck, Princess Kitty! The stage is yours!”

A hush fell over the crowd as the music started blasting through the sound system.

I'm imprisoned, I'm living a lie

Another night of putting on a disguise

I wanna tear it off and step in the light

Don't you, don't you?

The voice that rang through the courtyard was clear and pure, sending the audience into a frenzy and rendering Adrien speechless.

So now I'm knocking at your front door

And I'm looking for the right cure

I'm still a little bit unsure

'Cause I know,

Yeah I know

That most people see me as ordinary

But if you look close you'll find I'm very

Interesting and hard to know

You can never tell where this might go

'Cause I'm not your average, average person

I don't know much, but I know for certain

That I'm just a little bit extra, extra

I'm just a little bit extra ordinary

As the first refrain came to an end, another revelation hit him at full force.

This was a declaration of love. Marinette loved him. Out of all the people in the world, she loved him.

All this time, he was the other boy.

Even without his good luck charm, he was the luckiest person in Paris tonight.

I can see it from the spark in your eyes

You believe in all the things you deny

You wanna fly and leave your worries behind

Don't you, don't you?

Well now I'm knocking at your front door

And I'm looking for the right cure

I'm still a little bit unsure

'Cause I know,

Yeah I know

She was reading his soul with a song, and while he felt exposed, the familiar warmth returned to him once again. Her sentiments wrapped around him like a blanket and promised him a life filled with love and devotion. He wanted nothing more than to love her just as fiercely in return.

That most people see me as ordinary

But if you look close you'll find I'm very

Interesting and hard to know

You can never tell where this might go

'Cause I'm not your average, average person

I don't know much, but I know for certain

That I'm just a little bit extra, extra

I'm just a little bit extra ordinary

He didn’t think he could love her any more than he already did, but he was wrong. As the song came to an end, he was struck with the sudden and urgent need to go to her. Adrien stood up and tightened his grip on the bouquet. “Hey, I need to go do something. I’ll meet up with you outside.”

Worry flashed across Nino’s features. “You okay, bro?”

“Yeah.” Adrien swallowed against a dry throat. “I just need to go ask out Marinette before I lose my nerve.”

An ear-shattering shrill emanated from Alya as he turned and quickly made his way through the crowd. The rest of the world faded away with each step. He kept his gaze fixed on his destination, determination driving every cell in his body forward.

His feet kept moving until he finally saw her. She was sitting on a chair behind the makeshift stage with her mask in her lap and her chin resting on an open palm.

“Marinette,” he called out, “I need to talk to you.”

Her head snapped in his direction. “Right now?”

He took several long strides towards her until they were only inches apart. Adrien took her hand and gently coaxed her out of the chair.

“I came to get my lucky charm back.” He laced his fingers through hers and couldn’t help but smile as he watched the tips of her ears turn bright red.

She turned her head away and bit her lip. “That’s all?”

“No.” He held out the bouquet for her to take. “I was also hoping that you’d finally accept a red rose from me.”

Her breath hitched. “With all of it’s intended meanings?”

“Yeah.” He took a step closer to her and leaned his forehead against hers. “Did you mean what you sang?”

She took the bouquet and held the flowers against her chest. “Every word. I don’t want to hide anymore.”

“I love you so much, Marinette. Both in and out of the mask.” Tears that had been building in the corners of his eyes threatened to fall. “I don’t know where this will go either, but I want nothing more than to find out.”

“Oh, Adrien. I’ve loved you since the day you handed me your umbrella, and when I thought you loved someone else I tried to move on, but I couldn’t. And if it weren’t for that, I would have fallen for Chat in a heartbeat because he’s not only the greatest partner I could have asked for, but he’s also the most wonderful person I know.” He watched as her gaze flitted to his lips, and without hesitation, he closed the remaining space between them.

Their lips crashed together in a dazzling explosion of electricity that awakened every inch of him. Fireworks exploded inside him as his heart pounded against his chest. He lost himself in the sweetness of her lips and the faint scent of vanilla that clung to her hair. Kissing her immediately became his favorite thing, and he never wanted it to end.

All too soon, Adrien reluctantly pulled away, only to alleviate the burning in his lungs. He cursed his need for air.

“Wow.” She was just as breathless as he was. “Can we do that again?”

“My lady, we can do that whenever you want.” As he spoke, he felt the soft brush of her lips against his.

Adrien moved in for a second kiss, but the sound of Alec calling for the contestants to return to the stage stopped him in his tracks. He groaned under his breath.

Marinette looked up at him and smiled. “How about you come over tonight and we can continue this conversation without a hundred people looking at us?”

“I’d like that, but I don’t think they’ll let me stay out much later.” He deflated. “I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

She leaned in and whispered into his ear. “Who said I was inviting Adrien over?”

Her warm breath against his skin sent a shiver down his spine. “What?”

“I’ll leave the hatch unlocked.” She pecked his cheek, winked, and began walking towards the stage. “See you tonight, kitty!”

Adrien traced his fingertips along his cheek, the skin still tingling from the touch of her lips.

Wow, he thought, unable to hide his excitement any longer, I really am in love with that girl.

[beerecordings]

not to sound like the most basic bitch ever but. dance monkey by tones and i just came on on shuffle and is now making me think of music box jj help

bro i can assure you you are not basic that’s a concept developed by the bourgeois i’m excited to listen to t - OH THIS IS THE ONE I LIKE SO MUCH FROM THE RADIO AHHH I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT IT WAS CALLED

oh my gosh and i’ve never like looked up the lyrics “you make me want to cry” ohhhh my gosh he’s like “yeah this is all i’ve ever done, my whole life, I can’t stop cause you keep telling me to” AHH AND I LOVE THE CHORUS BEFORE THE INTERLUDE WHERE IT ALL PICKS UP AGAIN YESSSSS AND THE VOICES THAT JOIN IN HONESTLY IN THIS CONTEXT THAT’S SO CREEPY it’s like more and more people he feels like are looking at him telling him to dance dudeeeeee and it’s the only thing anyone sees him for and then he just has to do it all again, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and

oh and you know this doesn’t even have to be for music box jj! canon jj is being controlled like this too really :)

[deliriumxtrigger]

And this was his lodge/special little secret area in lycoming county.

I should have taken pictures of the inside of that thing because omg, it was beautiful. The kitchen and showers were beautiful just overall an amazing design. A place you want to make lots of babies haha.

His family was super welcoming and very kind. His nana and uncle made the most delicious food for us...honestly I gained a couple pounds this weekend. Haha easy. French toast casserole, applewood smoked bacon, homemade sausage gravy and biscuits, grilled cheese and tomato soup, homemade broccoli salad, homemade peanut butter chocolate cake, steak on the grill, baked potatoes, salad, garlic bread made out of everything bagels like booiiiiii ya girl was eatinnnnnn.

His brothers are fucking awesome. He has two one older and one younger. Brandon was a super sweet heart and honestly we vibed right away. He brought me in for a hug upon meeting me and made me feel like a huge part of the family. Adam was a little bit quiet but was still super cool. We were drunk almost all day Saturday (never have I ever, it was so fun tho) and we played 3 games of cornhole with his brothers and dudeeeeee Andrew and I kicked ass haha we make one hell of team. Even when I wasn’t doing the greatest Andrew was there cheering me on and we literally owned Bragging rights for that game lmao we are both super competitive and cracking jokes the whole damn time.

His nana was so welcoming even his uncle who is like the biggest asshole ever (he seriously is) warmed up to me and it seriously took all of the tension off of me coming over I think. Haha, I feel much more at home with his family now and not awkward at all. Andrew has made me such a huge part of his life and it’s amazing. To think we can have the lodge to ourselves one of these weekends is incredible too.

I’ve never seen nature or the mountains like I did this weekend. The air is so clean and sweet smelling, my skin cleared up after one day of being up there the woods were honestly like pictures you only see on the internet or taken professionally. The deer and the wide open windows looking out into the woods as you’re eating breakfast, watching tv etc is just incredible. The pictures barely do it justice. I could live a life like that so easily. Hiking every morning? Off reading ? Etc. hell yes.

The little drunken deep conversations Andrew and I had this weekend. Hah, just amazing.

I don’t know if I dreamed it and I could have sworn he said it again last night and covered it up or else I’m crazy haha. But I recall him waking up in the middle of the night and him telling me he loves me in the lodge. You don’t understand how committed this boy is to me and that’s the only reason I believe it. I confronted him about it without telling him what he said and I could have sworn he mumbled it again “I love you” and then he smiled because I wasn’t sure what he said and I’m sure he felt my fucking heart skip a million beats as I was laying right next to him And he was like “I said I love it”. (Referring to teasing me) The boy has never truly been in love with a woman before so for him to actually say it to me wholeheartedly will mean the world and then some. But in time and when he’s ready . I feel it and I’m pining for him to say it. The sex is also very rapidly moving into that kind of sex that can only be had with a particular exchange of energy. Love. I can feel it, I feel it so intensely. I feel him so intensely. It’s not insatiable and it’s not fire it’s a slow burning ember and has been from the beginning. I want him of course I do But I’m so turned on by his vulnerability and his energy. Which comes from a different place than just insatiable passion.

This weekend not only did he come at his brother for me (his brother was teasing the living hell out of me, honestly) but Andrew picked up the staple gun and was like “when I said she was special I mean she was special to me so if you fuck with her I’m gonna mess you up” dude Brandon was laughing but his face was like oh damn, ok this is legitimate. Hahaha I was even like omfg daddy hello. See, right there is a prime example of his alpha side. Kind but hard when he needs to be. I almost jumped his bones right there. 😂🙈. He also kept stealing glances at me with those big blue greenish eyes when he was talking to his brothers and family. that was so sexy. It’s that unspoken bond and shared energy that is exchanged with only a few glances and it is such a build.

Another thing that impressed me and blew my mind was I fell asleep a bit earlier than I wanted to from day drinking and we didn’t get to out to the fire because of it and I told him he could go or try to drag me out of bed. Haha mumbled it and half asleep...I layed down after we made love and I was down for the count. And I know he really wanted to go out to that fire with his brothers but instead he took off his clothes and climbed into bed next to me. I told him the next morning babe you could have gone out I really wanted to hang out with them too haha they were having a blast but he was like “I’ll never leave my babies side”. Like this boy has flaws, I swear he does, many of them but being able to care for a woman and be a gentlemen is not one of them. I also told him over the weekend part of the reason why I choose him was because I knew I’d rather live in a cardbox with him than in a mansion with somebody else....he said I’m at a point that If you for some reason said you were “late” I would ask where we were moving in together. I was comforted by that. Honestly...

Ugh. I could go on. I really could. It was an incredible weekend that ended with binge watching bigmouth, Oreo cookies, his bed, more passionate love making and pizza with ranch dressing. Oh and lots of laughs in between way too many laughs. He is a piece of work I tell ya what. 😂😂

[kassilovesr5]

You’re My Music- (Chapter 43) SCANDAL

“Excuse me… Ma’am…Um hello.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“Sorry sir the bathrooms are around the corner and to your right.” Jackson piped in behind me.

“Thanks.” A middle aged bald man wearing a green suit shirt gave me a condescending nod and followed the way Jackson’s hand pointed him.

“Whoa! Earth to Rian, anyone home?” Jackson dramatically waved his hands in front of my face.

“Sorry I just have a lot on my mind.” I said shrugging in angst. I couldn’t keep my mind on work for one second. The coffee shop was extremely slow for a Tuesday morning and I was drifting.

“Anything you want to talk about? Some tea you want to spill? How is that boy you dumped?” Jackson was the only person I really enjoyed working with.

“I didn’t dump him, it was comp-”

“I know it was complicated—aren’t relationships always!”

“And what do you know I haven’t heard about any boys on your end.”  

The coffee shop door swept open and Rocky walked in.

“Ugh yes, your hot friend is here.” Jackson said under his breath. I laughed and shoved Jackson to the side of the counter.

Rocky walked up and put his elbows down and his chin in them. I mimicked him and got face to face with him my elbows parallel to his.

“What’s up?” I tilted my head and cracked a smile. He cracked a similar half smile.

“I was bored so I thought I would come visit my favorite barista.” We both stood up.

“You come all this way just to see me?” Jackson gushed. Jackson set an iced americano on the counter.  

“You remember my drink and everything thanks man!” Rocky put his hand up for a high five, but a disappointed Jackson just cringed and walked to the back room.

“So, what do I owe you?” Rocky asked fumbling with his wallet.

“On the house.”

“Uhh…” He sighed. “What did I do to deserve you!”

“I’m just in my everlasting quest to feed your coffee addiction.” I said half chuckling. Rocky put his hand on top of mine on the counter and gave it a squeeze.

“Ri, I love you! I’m going to use the bathroom quick.” Rocky set down his coffee and walked around the corner to the restrooms.

“That man just keeps getting more gorgeous.” Jackson said.

“Well I hate to shatter your dreams, but that man is straight and too old for you.”

“Oh, trust me I know he’s straight, he is extremely into you.”

If I had been drinking something I would most likely would have expelled it from my mouth

“Excuse me what? You think Rocky is into me?”

“Yea I always see the ways he interacts with you, it’s right under your nose. He practically professed his love for you.”

“He professed his love for coffee. You are seriously out of it, we’re just friends.”

“You’re too close to the situation to realize it, but your best friend is in love with you trust me. Maybe you have some feelings for him too and that’s what’s really upsetting you.”

“Trust me I am not in love with…ROCKY!”

I jumped as Rocky came back around the corner.

“Dudeeeeee you have to look at this!” Thankfully Rocky was distracted with something more pressing. Rocky showed me his phone lit up with a tweet from the celebrity gossip account: “LA Tonight!” The tweet read “RIKER LYNCH’S EX-GIRLFRIEND PREGNANT!! CLICK THE LINK TO GET ALL THE DETAILS ON THIS PREGNANCY DRAMA!”

My breath got caught in my throat and my jaw dropped. This was the first leak of the news and the first we had heard from Estella in weeks.

“What is the video?” I asked frantically.

“I don’t know I haven’t looked.” Rocky tapped on the link and opened a YouTube video.

“Jackson, I think I’m going to take my break now.” I said already undoing my apron and hanging it on the hook.

“Do you girl.” Jackson shrugged and went back to cleaning the espresso machine. I ran around the corner to Rocky and pulled him towards a small table. We sat down and clicked play on the video.

I anxiously listened to a blonde girl flip out about Estella being pregnant and spew a bunch of twisted details about her life. What really grabbed me was the first mention of Riker’s name.

     “Estella has confirmed her ex Riker Lynch is the father. She told LA Tonight:Her tone switched when she started using the quotes from Estella.

     ”I am quite nervous for the future and for single motherhood. Riker has not been supportive and has rejected that he is the father.

At that point I quit listening. My mind wondered from his screen to processing all of what had been said and what was happening. My mind was a cluster of nothing until Rocky started using a number of expletives. My vision was clouded until I focused on the screen. There was a number of gossip news companies that were tweeting about the incident all claiming to have a different inside scoop. Another in particular caught my attention.

MUSICIAN RIKER LYNCH CHEATING SCANDAL flashed across the screen.

“What the hell!” I reached across and tapped the link on his phone and he didn’t have a say otherwise

           “You all may remember the lovely relationship that fans coined RiStella well it turns out that RiStella may not have been the dream love we all remember.”

           Pictures of Riker and Estella when they were dating showed up on the screen and a big broken heart was stamped over the picture as the gossiper talked about the demise of their relationship.

            “Estella told Celeb Weekly ‘The relationship Riker and I had was sweet at the beginning I started to think he was the one until I found he was cheating on me.’”

            The quotes appeared in large black letters over a blue background on the screen.

           “‘The girl he was cheating on me with tracked me down physically assaulted me. Riker then dumped me for her and until he found out I was pregnant and has been trying to cover everything up. He’s completely shut me out and refuses that he is the father.’” The celeb gossiper read.

           “How do you guys feel? Were you a RiStella fan and are you shocked with the news of Estella being pregnant? Let us know in the comments below!”

I buried my hands in my face and knocked my head against the desk. A few seconds later the clatter of a mug sat made noise in front of my face. Jackson set down a mug with steaming liquid in front of me.

“B, it sounds like you’re going to need this.” He said cringing and stepped away slowly.

I took a sip of the steaming chai latte and took a breath. I couldn’t deal with this. I didn’t have the emotional stability I was already at a downwards slope.

“Um Jackson?” I voiced.

“Yea?” he called from behind the counter.

“Is there anyone in here?” I stood up and checked for myself as well.

“Nope still dead.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHGGG.” I screamed.

“Feel better?” Rocky chuckled a little placing a hand on my side.

“This. Isn’t. FUNNY!” I emphasized funny like I was about to snap. I sat back down and buried my head in my hands. “I’m sorry.” I apologized.

“Look Rian it’s been dead all day and you only have two hours of your shift left. I can cover you!” Jackson called.

“Thanks.” I smiled lightly at him. I brought my cup up to the counter and ruffled his curly brown hair. “You’re sure?”

“Of course! Get out of here.”

**

I opened the door and met a gathering of pillows and blankets.

“Whoa what’s all this?” I asked the body behind the pillows. A blanket slipped from his hands. I reached down and grabbed it before he did.

“I thought you were at work?” he responded moving past me to get to get outside. I followed him with the blanket he dropped.

“I got off early, I was a little stressed and it was super slow.”

“You saw all the gossip articles I’m guessing.” He mindlessly responded stuffing some of the blankets and pillows into his car never making contact with me. He seamlessly grabbed the blanket from my hands and stuffed it in as well.

“I did. Are you okay?” Riker slammed the car door and stood up walking towards the house.

“I didn’t realize it mattered how I feel.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” Riker swiveled around and glared at me. His hair was a scrunched mess his eyes were red and droopy with bags under them. I wondered how much he’d slept the night before. “I get that you’re stressed. Maybe you should just cool it for a bit thing will die down.”

“Yea uh…avoiding problems is your thing. I need to handle this.” He turned around and stumbled back into the house.

“What are you even doing?” I followed after him. He was growing aggressively annoyed.

“I don’t think I should stay here. I thought I’d might go slum it at the folks’ place for a bit.”

“You know you don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t know how it’s going to look if people find out I’m still living with my ex-girlfriend.”

“Why does it matter what people think? Just let this all blow over it’ll be okay.”

“I can’t just sit here and let Estella ruin my career. I have an interview with celeb weekly tomorrow.” He sounded exhausted and agitated. I don’t think he was making the soundest decisions.

“Riker you shouldn’t just fight fire with fire!”

“YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I THOUGHT WE ALREADY HAD THIS CONVERSATION.” He yelled in the middle of the living room. I saw him regain his cool and shake away the urge to explode. “I’m going to my parent’s place to get some space,” he started. “Please do not follow me.” He said in a low almost whisper. He grabbed his keys from the shelf leaning against the stairs and walked assertively out the door. 

Reade more of You’re My Music: Here

[moonraccoon-exe]

I love CCS and Tsubasa Chronicle too! Let's form a club and everyone is invited. :) (Gladio and Kurogane have some similarities... Could you imagine if they met?) -Flour/Iridae

*GAAAAAAAAAAASP*

FLOUR, THAT’S SOOOOOOO COOL!! (ノ*°▽°*)

To be honest I don’t watch much anime or read much manga, but these are two big MUST of them. Tsubasa is the only manga I’ve been buying (because damn are these things expensive! But Tsubasa is SO WORTH IT,that’s why it’s the only I’m willing to waste my money on!)

EVERYONE IS INVITED, YES! 

Aah, Iridae, at least you and another buddy will understand the big ass post I plan to make after Episode Ignis release! 

YES, PRECISELY, in that post I’m comparing Kurogane to Gladio!!! Hdguhdijfdm I’d go on and on on the similarities but that’d spoil the entire thing, and I think that you can easily tell now some of the similarities (At least the obvious ones between the main characters.. ;) ) besides Gladio with Kurogane!!

CAN YOU IMAGINE, INDEED, IF GLADIO AND KUROGANE MET!?!?

They’re so similar but so opposite at the same time! Like, both are strong warriors, the best of their kind, and nobody can defeat them and they’re kinda smug about it each their own way; but there where Gladio knows this is solely his duty and he must carry it with pride and prudence, Kurogane starts being vanished from his homeland precisely due to the opposite; knowing himself the strongest, and using his skills to cause unnecessarily high numbers of deaths, forgetting about the honor in his title.

You’ll very surely catch this now, but the best part of this whole thing is that I SO ship Kurofai!!! Aaaaaah! >w

Kurogane, who hates that Fye gives him nicknames, and Gladio, nickname giver! Ahahaha, this will provoke chaos.

Dude, imagine if they fought!! Who do you think would win, holy Astrals!!! I mean, Gladio defeated a god of war with his own hands, but Kurogane’s not far behind, he’s been defeating great enemies in literally multiple universes. Holy shit, imagine LISTEN HERE WHAT IF

AAAAAAAAAAH

WHAT IF KUROGANE IS GLADIO

Imagine the Tsubasa universe, alright!? And you know how there’s multiple universes and we all exist in each of them, but we’re different; there where in a universe one can be king, in the next one he may be a dentist, and in the next one a thief wizard, and so on. Right, so Kurogane is the warrior we know, so what if his persona of the universe of Eos…is Gladio!?!?

DUDEEEEEE that would be AWESOME! I mean, they share physical similarities too, except for the hair and eye color which aren’t too far different, anyway. 

I once saw in Pixiv a fanart of Gladio and Iggy dressed as Kurogane and Fye! So we’re not the only ones that love both fandoms and see the similarities!!  (ノ*°▽°*)

DUDE THIS IS AWESOME, I LOVE TSUBASA AND CCS SO MUCH AAAAAAAAH, I’m so excited to know you like them too!!!! (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

[v3-killing-harmony-imagines]

‘I know this is a bit of a touchy subject and its okay if you don't want to do this, but how would the guys react to finding out their crush is in a physically abusive relationship? thank you.’

 I know this is a bit of a touchy subject and its okay if you don't want to do this, but how would the guys react to finding out their crush is in a physically abusive relationship? thank you.

I had to do some research for this one, so apologies if some facts seem unrealistic. Also I made s/o’s boyfriend/girlfriend (and the s/o like I usually do) gender neutral.

 Possible trigger warning; Slight gore warning

Saihara Shuichi:

He had noticed that you had small bruises on your arms or legs often.

“Oh, I just fell down the stairs!” “I tripped on my way to school! I’m so clumsy!” You laughed.

Eventually he began thinking that these wounds were from something else…more specifically someone else.

You were currently dating someone, he remembers meeting them once and they were really friendly and kind to him (Thank god he nearly had a heart attack from meeting them).

Even though it stung, seeing you with someone else. But he was willing to get over it, all he wanted was for you to be happy.

But at the same time there’s been situations where he himself was feeling scared with them around…

He was chatting with you before classes; you two had the same class that period so he decided to walk with you there.

Almost out of nowhere, your partner stormed over to you.

“What the fuck s/o???”

You immediately tensed, “What’s wrong?”

They took a step forwards, placing a finger on your chest “Next time fucking text back, bitch.”

With a turn of their heel they were gone, leaving both you and Saihara shaken.

You didn’t talk much for the first bit of class, a pale look on your face as you toyed with a pencil.

“I um, forgot to text him about something important…it’s my fault.” You explained later.

Saihara really wasn’t fully convinced, but he didn’t argue back.

The next time you and your partner were together, they were back to their usual self, laughing and rubbing your hair as if they never snapped at you.

…maybe I’m just over thinking it…. He thought.

Until it happened again a few weeks later, about you being late for their date. And again, you slacking off and not giving them the answers for a test.

It was around that time that the marks started to appear, he could tell they weren’t self-inflicted or by accident from his many crime cases he’s worked on

You started to lie, he could tell at times, you get pretty good at reading people after you’ve befriended Ouma Kokichi.

Finally he decided to sit you down and talk about it. Calling you over to his house to hang out.

When he finally decided to bring up the topic of that he sat you down, warning you that he needed to get something of his chest.

“You…..you’re an amazing person…” The burning of his cheeks was worth it. “You really are such a good friend to me….you make me really happy….And because of that I want you to be happy…….”

Here he goes, time to break it to you.

“Not all relationships are going to be great. There’s always some chance that something will go wrong. I think that…..the situation you’re in right now isn’t good for you to be in….”

He can see you tense, knowing exactly what he means. Tears start to form in your eyes as you shake slightly.

“….it’s ok if you need to cry, I’m always here for you.”

You explain to him how scared at times you get. Afraid of what they’ll do to you. 

“They were so kind to me…I got dragged into a situation I’m afraid to leave…” He’s holding your hand, rubbing your leg for support.

“I….I can’t leave yet…I’m sorry Saihara, I just- I just can’t…”

“It’s alright, I understand.” He smiles warmly. “If it’s aright can we make a safe plan?”

He and you plan out a procedure, in case the worse happens. He gives you a number to call in case anything worsens, he’ll let you stay at his house if it comes to that.”

You leave that night feeling better about your situation, he’s happy.

It’s only a week later when he hears the news; you’ve finally ended things with them.

He sticks by your side all the time at school, just in case they decide to get payback.

He is worried you’ll want to go back, but he assures you that he’ll be there no matter what.

When you call him ‘Shuichi’ for the first time, he knows that you’re over it for good.

Amami Rantarou:

When news hits him that you’re in a relationship he forces himself to smile.

He is happy that you’ve gotten someone you like, but that doesn’t stop the anger he feels when you kiss someone else.

They’re a bad apple. He can tell the moment he sets eyes on them. They do decently at some subjects but for others they’re lucky if they get a D.

They smoke cigarettes, and probably some other non-legal substances and always show up to school late.

He’d be better for you. He’d be a better partner than they could ever be.

Things go decently well for the first few months…you’ve been going out to more parties and started to dress ‘coolly’ as he put it.

You were changing to fit the stereotypes of society, he disliked it.

Despite what people think about him, he really isn’t that popular. He isn’t the alpha of the school.

Of course he’s pretty fashion forward as people notice, but that’s just simply because he likes fashion. Not much of a crime.

He doesn’t like to be perceived as a fuck-boy, his beliefs are different than the likes of everyone else and he is proud of it.

He’s gotten into tense arguments as he hates when people try and categorize him as a cool kid.

Is he hot? Yes. Does he care about his appearance? Yes. Does he favor how popular he is over his grades that affect his entire life? No.

So he and the person you were dating were polar opposites.

One morning he had been scrolling through a social media site, when a picture caught his eye

It was a video of some party, people from school were yelling and dancing and drinking what couldn’t be apple juice.

The camera pushes through a crowd, a circle of people are formed as the camera man pushes through them.

He has to make sure he isn’t dreaming when he sees it.

You’re lying on the ground, either passed out or knocked out. People are writing slurs and nasty images on your face, some pouring…substances…on your clothes.

He watches the video another time, shaking with rage as he reads the comments

“LMAO falling asleep, fag!”

“Dudeeeeee they got fucking ROASTED.”

“LMAFOOOO.”

Disgusting, absolutely disgusting.

He texted you, then thought better before calling you.

As it turned out, you ended up waking up in the middle of the night, lost and confused as you stumbled home.

He came over right away, not bother that it was barely 7 in the morning.

When he entered your room, you were a mess.

Your hair was knotted, marker and lipstick was smeared across your checks. You had just gotten home a few hours ago and had flopped down.

He helped you clean up, washing your face with warm water and getting you a clean pair of pajamas.

He ran a bath and allowed for you to soak for a long time, cleaning up your room a bit as he was waiting.

When you got back, he sat you down as he combed through the knots and tangles in your hair.

There was a bump by your left ear, you hissed as he brushed it.

“….Did you fall?” you were on the ground in the video.

“….I was hit.”

“Pardon?” Oh boy-

“P-please don’t get mad, I’m sorry..”

“S/o who did this to you?” He had a feeling that he knew the answer but he insisted on asking. “I’m not mad, I just want you to be ok.”

“I-I don’t want them to get in trouble…” You murmured, not looking at him.

“S/o, if they were doing the right thing then they wouldn’t be in trouble. I won’t tell anyone, just between me and you ok….”

You seemed reluctant to answer, but when you finally did Amami was right to think of your new date as ‘A bad person’.

“Is this the first time?”

“….no….”

Oh my god you’ve been like this for a while now-

“S/o, can I ask you to not go to those parties from now on? I don’t want you to get hurt. I care about you.”

‘I love you’ was left unsaid.

“I- I don’t want them to get angry at me…I need to do it…” your voice was cracking and Amami had to keep it from breaking.

“No one will get angry at you, I promise. I won’t let anyone hurt you, don’t worry.”

There was a moment of silence, Amami was going to break a sweat soon.

“Momota will help too, I’ve chatted with him and he’s a pretty cool dude. I’m sure that Gokuhara will pitch in if I ask.”

“They said that if I don’t fit in that I’ll be uncool….I don’t want to be one of them anymore.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he pulls you into a tight hug.

“You’re brave, you’re amazing. Don’t worry, just break up and leave the rest to me.”

True to his word, after you’ve finished it (over text) they leave you alone for the rest of the time.

Amami really doesn’t care, neither do you. They can be them, you’ll be you.

Ouma Kokichi:

He’s still pretty hissy over the fact that you chose someone over him.

He never lets on that he may be telling the truth when he says he’s jealous.

The days where you would be with him started to dwindle, being taken up by your date.

It irked him.

When he met the person for the first time, he tried to scare them.

“I’m a supreme ruler for a secret organization with over ten thousand members, nice to meet you.”

Of course you (Sadly) stepped in and had to interfere, saying that he was known to be something of a jokester. Ouma just laughed, hands behind his head as he smiled nonchalantly.  

Your partner laughed, seeming to get the joke and extended their hand to shake his.

His immediate reaction was to slap it away in disgust, he was never really good with physical contact in the first place, let alone someone he’s (beginning) to despise.

It’s childish that he only hates the person because they got to you first, that they were better for you. But it doesn’t’ stop him from feeling that way.

So he extends his hand, not holding on tight enough and not grabbing the hand fully but he tried.

And then the two meet eyes, and that’s when Ouma gets it.

The other person grips his hand a little too tightly, eyes locking onto him as his smile falters slightly. Deep within their pupils he can see something stirring, a spark of black. A flicker of a shadow.

“Nice to meet you, Kokichi.”

It seems to be a casual greeting, but from looking at his face, it sounds like something a lion would say to a dear before tearing its throat apart.

Ouma isn’t one to back down from a challenge; he digs his nails into the opposite hand and leans forward.

“The pleasure’s all mine.”

It’s an awkward passive aggressive atmosphere each time the two of them are alone, snarky remarks being passed back and forth.

It seems like jealousy between the two, but Ouma wonders if there’s some deeper meaning.

Classes had just finished for the day, he had to stay behind to clean up the classroom.

Usually the two of you would usually do it together, but you had to go meet up with them.

He sighed, brushing the dust and dirt into the waste bin from the dustpan. He had finally finished.

He was just grabbing his bag when he heard a sound, like two people arguing.

Now if Ouma gets a chance to snoop, he’s sure as hell going to take it.

So he slowly got closer to the noise, sticking close to the wall as he peered around the corner slightly.

“You really forgot the notes for science?! Honestly s/o you’re an idiot!” – He knew that voice.

You were standing against the locker; this so called ‘partner’ of yours had a look of arbor on his face, eyes narrowed as he started you down.

Ouma nearly screamed when he gave you a slap to the face, your head knocked against the locker with a bash.

Without another word, your partner walked away.

You sunk to your knees, sniffling which turned to whimpering and then to hushed crying.

Despite what he’s thought about them, how many times he’s wanted to fight them head on….

After seeing something like this, he somehow feels glued to the spot.

Unable to move, unable to say anything.

You’re crying, he doesn’t know what to do.

So he leaves, not being very careful when he slams the door shut.

He’s disgusted with himself when he gets home, he wasn’t even able to help you.

After that day, he tries to keep you away from that person for as long as he can, not wanting you to be alone with them.

Sometimes when you’re alone he’ll sit you down, whispering softly to you.

“Make sure you’re safe ok?” “I don’t want anyone to hurt you ok?”  “Make sure to tell me if you get hurt ok?”

He’s very blunt, not wanting you to catch on, but wanting you to get the message that you shouldn’t be around someone that’s going to make you sad.

When the day finally comes, he gets a text from you, saying that you’ve split and the reasons why.

Ouma feels like he’s on cloud nine, overcome with joy and relief for you.

If it ever happens again, he’ll take matters into his own hands- he promises himself.

Kiibo:

When he found out that you were no longer ‘single’ as people called it, he was happy for you!

Despite his feelings for you he knew a human would always be a better fit instead of him.

He’s just a man-made robot. He never had a chance to begin with.

He still stays happy for you, even when he meets the person, he holds no grudge!

....even when you start talking to him less, and when you seem to always be with them…

He...he’s still ok with it…

But one day that all changes.

You had been away from school for a couple of days.

He had been assigned to give you all the work you had missed, he was more than happy to take a detour to your house.

When he arrives, he knocks once, twice, three times.

And waits.

…..

When you don’t answer he rings the doorbell, and waits again.

You still don’t answer.

He’s getting worried, you should be home, so why aren’t you?

He tries the door-locked.

Deciding to disobey his ‘safety programing’(Which in turn should have stopped him from breaking any laws/ doing anything illegal or bad) he picks the lock. (Thanks to the lessons from Ouma).

He calls your name, stepping into the quiet house.

No response, he searches the house.

He eventually finds you, curled up on the floor.

He walks over, placing a hand on your shoulder- until he realizes

You’re cold, too cold.

He whispers, you stir slightly.

You turn to face him-

“I-is that blood!?”

Oh my god you’re bleeding.

That’s bad that’s bad- You could be dying.

He runs around the house, getting bandages, hydrogen peroxide, gauze, water, towels.

Everything he could possibly need, before promptly tending to your wounds with shaking hands.

Once he’s sure the you won’t die from blood loss, he sits you down, getting you something to drink.

“W-what happened?” Despite his (non-existent) heart rate having been lowered now that you’re safe, he still finds his voice shaking.

Your jaw is swollen, and your words come out muffled; “I got hit.”

The fact that you stated it plainly makes him even more shocked, “W-WHAT!?”

You insist that it was nothing, a simple argument with you and your date.

“E-excuse me but, they hurt you?”

You insist that it was entirely your fault, you deserved to be hit…

“NO I cannot accept that!” Kiibo slams his hands down on the table, the wood threatening to break beneath.

“s/o! I know you love this person, more probably than you love anything in life right now...But! If they are hurting you, they aren’t a good person to love. It’s the truth, please….just….I want you to be safe, ok? Please, be safe…”

His eyes start to water, (It’s probably some excess condensation from his reservoirs), lips quavering like a cartoon character as he holds back his tears.

Seeing at how worked up he’s gotten, you agree to at least give it a try.

A few weeks pass, you finally tell him that things have finally ended.

Kiibo makes a trip to the dollar store that night, grabbing materials for a party.

Korekiyo Shinguuji:

You have feelings for another person?

Understandable have a nice day.

He isn’t perplexed by the news in the lightest, you’re a person that can definitely catch the attention of many people.

Even he has been intrigued by you.

Despite his feelings, he’s willing to push them away if it makes you happy. He won’t put his desires in the way of others.

Any spite he feels, he puts on his normal mask and hides it.

Swallowing the bitterness, turning it into a lemonade that he drinks daily.

It’s a bit bothersome, but he’ll make do.

He always does…

But that all changes when he finds out that this ‘person’ is being abusive.

He was heading to the store after school -totally not watching you on your way home- when he sees you meet up with your date.

Things are going to get awkward if he sees you, taking his chances he hides behind the trees as he watches your conversation.

He can’t catch everything, but as the chat progresses, the other person is starting to get a bit….irritated.

They’re throwing their hands up in the air- their hands harshly swinging as you appear to cower lightly.

When he hears you two yelling from where he is- he decides to step in.

Slowly sneaking along the trees, he gets closer- sneaking up behind you.

“I don’t get it! Why couldn’t you have been here sooner?!”

“I tried..I really did.. I’m sorry..”

“Sorry?! Sorry doesn’t cut it, s/o.”

Korekiyo notices the raised hand- he jumps out from his spot.

He barely grabs the hand before it hits you.

Your partner’s eyes go wide for a second- before narrowing.

“Excuse me- I have to take s/o. Their presence was requested at school- teacher's orders.”

Korekiyo lets go of your partner’s hand- ushering you along as he leads you away.

No one says anything.

He takes you back to his house, not breaking the silence until the door is locked.

“Are you ok?” Physically, you are, he can already tell that from just looking at you. But emotionally?

Depends.

You tell him that you’re fine, he nods before telling you to take a seat as he prepares you something to drink.

He waits until you’ve finished all of it before he decides to talk.

“Is….that normal? What they do to you?”

You don’t respond, he takes it as a yes.

“That is unacceptable. No one has the right to do that to anyone.”

His voice is quavering, knuckles clenching dangerously.

You apologize to him, saying that you wanted to end things and you didn’t want to make them mad and-

“I’ll take care of this.” He interrupts, “Don’t worry, nothing physical.” A somber look in his eyes.

He makes sure you’re ok with him doing so, of course.

The next day, he’s got a frigid demeanor. Repealing everyone away with his attitude.

Shit is going to get fucked today my dudes.

He finally finds them at lunchtime, spotting them at a table with a few other people.

They notice him approaching, shooting glances at each other.

“Korekiyo Shinguuji.” He spits. “You know me, right?”

Your partner nods, he takes a step forward

“You touch s/o again and you’re going to get it.”

Full of spite, and ‘don't talk to me or my son ever again’ attitude, he leaves the lunchroom with his head held high.

He’s happy to hear that your partner broke up with you that day.

Kaito Momota:

He slaps you on the back, getting stoked over the fact that you’ve ‘gotten off the market’.

He’s all smiles, despite his feelings for you, he keeps his spirits high.

In the end, you’re doing what you want right?

He’s bitter naturally, but he tries his best to hide it.

Sometimes it works, other times it doesn’t.

There are times when he’seen the two of you, sharing  a moment together.

He ends up clenching his hands so tightly that the skin breaks.

Jealousy. Rage. Nights spent with the stinging of regret.

He swallows the waves that threaten to kill him, keeping it inside him; water filling his lungs and mind as his thoughts become watery.

He’s walking home from school one day, thinking about the homework he hasn’t done when the thought of you pops into his mind.

...guess he can go say hi , right?

It’s normal for friends to do that...right?

Soon he finds himself on your doorstep- swallowing his heart as he knocks.

No one answers the door - but he can hear people talking from inside.

He knocks again- still nothing.

The noise inside doesn’t seem to be faltering in the slightest- in fact, it seems to be getting louder?

He tries the door- it’s open.

“YOU CAN’T GET ANYTHING RIGHT EVEN FOR A DAY.”

Is that….their voice?

He hears a whimper from you, it sends a wave of melancholy through his heart.

“I SWEAR S/O, I’M SO SICK OF THIS FUCKING SHIT.”

He creaks along the hallway, heading closer towards the noise.

He hears you let out various apologies; in a vain attempt to defend yourself before -

Slap

Kaito stops mid step- he feels his heart literally drop to his feet.

Whatthefuck?

He picks up the pace- running through the hall until he sees you-

He screams when they hit for a second time.

The world seems to slow- the look of pain from you, the anger from your partner-

Then it speeds up too fast for his memory to recollect.

He’s pissed. Scratch that- he’s furious. He clenches his hands letting out a scream. Maybe he said something? He can’t remember.

The next thing he knows he’s lunging for the person- fists slamming into their cheek as he continues to punch. His mind is fuzzy- the fire from his anger burning up his thoughts- drying up the doleful drops from his depressed state.

There’s blood now- he doesn’t recognize if it’s his own or the other person’s

Their on the ground now- hearing the crunching of bone as he pummels their face-  

He only stops when he’s heaving for air and his knuckles are split.

He gets to his feet- a mess of torn flesh and blood lay at his feet.

His shirt is stained- making the tiger look as if it just killed a doe.

You give a small noise- and he’s over to you in a second.

Upon seeing the blood- you shy away from him, trembling and whimpering in the corner of the room.

“Oh god..” Kaito finally says, the ashes of the fire burning out in his mind as he realizes what he’s done, “Oh fuck.”

He calls the police- throwing his shirt off and cleaning the blood off his hands before finally addressing you.

“I’m sorry you had to see that- I got carried away…”

He notices the bruise on your cheek- turning a dark purple shade.

He reaches a hand out slowly- giving time for you to swat his hand away if you want to.

But you don’t- he caresses the damaged area very lightly, watching your face for any sign of pain.

You wince slightly- and he pulls his hand away.

He offers another hand, “Let’s get ya fixed.”

You delicately put a hand in his- and he hoists you up.

Gonta Gokuhara:

When you tell him that you’ve found someone to date he’s so happy for you!

He reminds you that he or she should treat you with respect! As a gentleman or woman should!

He’s giddy with excitement- asking when Gonta can meet them!

Gonta asks to show them his bugs, maybe??

It’s about a week later when Gonta finally meets them, the three of you going out to the woods for an afternoon.

Gonta really gets to know them well! He shows them pretty bugs and they liked it!

After he’s met them- Gonta really is supportive of your partner choice! They seem like a really nice person!

So the weeks go by, he notices how you two flirt between classes, how you sneak kisses behind textbooks and share food at the cafeteria.

He catches himself staring- as if in a trance.

But why?

That’s not how a gentleman should be acting!

Then...why is he doing it?

He’s puzzled by the thought for the rest of the week, thinking about it.

So he decides to bring it up to Ouma, as he would definitely know something about this!

When he explained the situation to Ouma, he just listened; eyebrows raised.

Then the smile starts.

A creepy,  blood-draining grin.

“Awww~ Is Gonta-chan in looooove?~”

Despite his protests, Ouma teases him about liking you.

Gotna wouldn’t!

You’re with another person!

...right?

The thought about him liking you doesn’t leave his mind. It stays trapped, a part of his daily thoughts.

He stops trying to pretend after a few weeks of this- he’s definitely feeling something for you.

He doesn't like it, it makes Gonta feel mushy and Gonta can never focus.

Just when he thinks you can’t handle it, you’re there.

Looking a bit rattled, and shaky, you approach him.

You say you want to talk to him in private, he agrees, his heart rate starting to rise.

Once you two are alone, you hurriedly tell him:

“Please help me….I broke up with them and now they're mad and coming for me after class-”

“Woah woah woah! Slow down S/o! What’s wrong?”

You try to explain, words fumbling left and right as your fingers twitch.

You split with your date because they were abusive.

They were w  h a t ?

They would sometimes hit you, for no reason at all. When you said through text you wanted quits well they…

“...told me ‘I was going to pay after school;.”

As if on cue, a voice cried out: “Hey!”

Gonta turned around; and was met with a crowd of people. You’re part- well now ex, in the middle.

The group moved forward- until they were but a few steps away.

Your old partner leaned back, sizing up Gonta up.

“We have business with the one behind you. Move.”

“What do you want with s/o -san?”

“None of your business.”

Gonta knew what would happen if he moved, you would ‘get it’.

Nevertheless, they persisted, threatening Gonta to move or else.

He could hear you giving a shaky breath behind him, he looked and saw you shaking, quavering.

The others were getting fed up- telling Gonta to move or they would make him.

And Gonta finally had enough of it.

“No.”

They look at him with an annoyed glare.

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean-” Gonta rips off his first half of his suit, taking a defensive stance as he raises his fists. “No.”

His actions seem to leave them stunned, they turn to each other, murmuring words before they slowly start to walk away.

Your ex looks at you, whispering something about a ‘Next time’ before they’re gone.

Gonta makes sure you’re ok, he even takes you back to his house (With pure intentions!) to make sure no one decides to harm you on your way home.

He’s by your side all the time after that- being extra cautious for your safety.

After a few weeks, things seem to calm down.

He’s still going to be on edge though.

Not like he minds, as he can spend time with you.

Ryoma Hoshi:

He’s actually been your friend for a while, you’ve helped him a lot with his….problems...and for that he is forever grateful.

You were much like a therapist for him, but at the same time he had a longing for it to be more than just that.

So when he found out that you were in a relationship, he was shocked, to say the least.

Despite his shock, the only thing that comes out is “Oh..”

When you offer for him to meet them, he makes up a reason not to see them.

He wouldn’t want to be around them.

In fact, after that, he’s tried his best to keep his distance from you.

He’s not supposed to get close, he’s not supposed to be happy, he doesn’t deserve it.

His life becomes more darker, as if the light had been dimmed.

Not turned off, not burnt out….but.. Colder

And he becomes bored.

And tired

Tiredtiredtiredtired.

He wakes up only to sleep in.

He hasn’t texted back in days.

When was the last time he had a proper meal?

The days tend to blur.

His wrists numbing.

He’s back to the way he’s always been.

And then one day he’s awoken.

Quite literally and physically.

The doorbell rings, he doesn’t want to answer it.

But then the phone rings, followed by his alarm and he says ‘Fuck it.’

The doorbell rings again, he groans before answering it.

Out of all the people, he’s surprised that it’s you.

“Shouldn’t you be with your date?” he grumbles.

You roll your eyes , “Don’t be grumpy just because you got woken up at 9am.”

He sighs, knowing that you know him better than he does himself before letting you in.

He tries to make some tea, you end up helping him, cooking a few slices of toast while you’re at it.

After the two of you have been fed; you decide to break the news.

“It’s over.”

“Your relationship?”

You give a nod, biting your lip as he crunches on his toast a bit less grumpily.

“They were abusive.”

Toast gone. Toast on the table.

He coughs, you grab a napkin as he clears his throat.

“Abusive.”

You pull back your sleeve, revealing a colourful palette of different bruises and marks.

“Wow.”

“Wow indeed.”

You pull your sleeve back, wincing slightly as you rest your arm by your side; “I was stupid.”

“Hey,” He interrupts. “Don’t say that. Everyone makes mistakes.”

You give him a slight smile, it warms him more than tea does.

You sip on your cup, a bird chirps in the background.

He knows he should say something “I’m so sorry” “That’s terrible.”

Something.

But then he looks at you, jam marking the corners of your mouth, in content as you listen to the birds.

You’ll talk to him when you want to.

For now, he eats his toast, letting your presence warm him life back up.

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I just finished watching the episode @sh I detected lesbian activity in that clizzy scene, and i wanna thank you for the queerbait,,, 

But this is how I rewritten the saphael scene because DUDEEEEEE

Werewolves are terrifying, thought Simon as he opened the door of the ‘room’ the children of the moon had oh so kindly left for him. He closed it carefully behind him, making sure the sunlight wouldn’t be able to travel through any small cracks, and then turned around. And nearly screamed.

His face was as pale as the last time he saw him, no changes whatsoever in the vampire, except for the new suit. Simon had often wondered when did he find the time to get the different clothes: did he steal them at night? Was there a special vampire stylist that custom made them for him? Did he make them himself?

“Hey, bud. Como estas?” Raphael Santiago’s voice was low and husky, almost threatening. But his eyes… god, his eyes. They were staring right into Simon, like they could see him but they also could see inside him. Uhm, maybe not the right allegory. They could see things that Simon had hidden from everyone around him for oh so long. They could see the real Simon. The Simon before the bite, before the Shadow World.

“Raphael,” said Simon, because what else can he say? That he missed him? That he was wished he never left? That he didn’t mean to do what he did? “You’re back.”

The vampire almost took a step back, the movement imperceptible to anyone but another child of the night. Simon forced himself not to feel anything at that, not to let his disappointment show, not to let anything betray what he was feeling inside.

Raphael narrowed his eyes at him. “Last time I checked, I wasn’t the one who walked away.” again with the threatening voice that Simon had come to expect from him. The tone did nothing, but the words were a slap in the face. A reality check. Because Raphael was right.

The Head Vampire had given him everything. He had given him a home. A room. A place where to feed himself. Training. A community. All the help he could. And Simon had turned his back on him, he had turned turned his back on the Vampires, all for Clary and the Shadowhunters. The same Shadowhunters that didn’t forget to tell him what they thought of him and his kind, the same Nephilim who killed and burned away the people like him.

“I can’t come back.” the words tasted bitter in his mouth. He realised, belatedly, that they were both still standing at the door. It reminded him of that legend whereas vampires can’t come in unless invited. Except that it was totally fake, plus they were already inside.

Raphael linked slowly and shook his head. “I never asked you too. You can’t.” he repeated, like it hadn’t even crossed his head to ask him that. It hurt. “The clan would slaughter you immediately, unless…”

Simon looked up, like a dog handed a bone. Because he wanted to go back, he wanted to have a bed again, a proper space in a community, actual friends who could understand him and what he was going through. Because Clary would never understand, Alec didn’t care enough, Izzy didn’t get it and Magnus was… Magnus.

“You need to find Camille and bring her to us.” told him Raphael.

Just hearing her name was enough to scare Simon. He looked at the other vampire, eyes wide and scared. He couldn’t do that. Firstly, because that woman was the main source of all his nightmares. Second, “I need to help Clary find Jace.” he told him, shaking his head slightly.

This time, Raphael did explode. He grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him against the door, eyes angry and sad and everything in between. “I am giving you one chance, Simon! I might be Head Vampire, but I can’t command them to do anything. This is the only way you can come back to us without them killing you!” he let go of him abruptly, as if burned, and Simon brought his hands to his neck. It didn’t hurt, really. Raphael caught him by surprise.

The Vampire’s eyes were pleading when he looked at him again. “What have they ever done for you? That Clary, whom you love enough but is the reason you are a vampire. All of them. They don’t love you.” like I do. It was left unsaid, but Simon heard the words anyway.

He wanted to be back. To the clan, to Hotel Dumort… Back with Raphael. But… Could he truly do that? Could he really find Camille?

Raphael said nothing more, and nodded at him one last time. “And for your information,” he said, as he walked away in the shadows. “I never came for you, because you left.” Simon looked down. “But if you had come back immediately, to me… I wouldn’t have said no to you.”