#I always feel guilty when I get scared or intimidated by someone acting ‘weird’

[rammypaige]

I understand wanting to be able to say that no matter what you’re accepting and comfortable with any person you come across, but you aren’t.

You will hate some traits of some people, and you will be afraid of them, either because you fear for your safety or because you fear not knowing how to interact with someone because they aren’t following The Rules. Most of the time this mess is all for nothing, nothing is putting you in danger of anything other than discomfort itself. Discomfort is scary.

The point is to not make any of that the other person’s problem.

You can feel ugly things, and think ugly thoughts, but the most crucial thing is to keep that unpleasantness inside you where you can work at changing it into something better, not throwing it at people who have it tough already.

"I love freaks and weirdos and strange people and people who don't conform and behave oddly because they can't mask all their symptoms and-" you guys genuinely can't even handle it when an anxious person uses a script in a conversation

[waiting-on-a-dream]

My thoughts on the Linagram characters

@linagram Here it is~! I hope you don't mind the wait.

Akio ♡

First of all, I love him as a character! His motive for killing, his follower and even his victim really tells you a lot about the kind of person he is. His personality is snappy with an undertone of sadness (that will surely be more obvious in t2), and I'm interested to find out about why he's so focused on studying.

I personally think that when two characters have a complex and developed relationship, it automatically makes them shine in their own right as well. You can't make two bland characters have an interesting relationship. Admittedly, half of Akio's appeal for me comes from Arata, haha. I want to study them like lab rats.

I wouldn't talk to someone like Akio irl though. He would intimidate me.

Akhsjsksjsjhsudsgss Akio seems like the type to like being carried around (even in a handbag). I can imagine him secretly enjoying it as a chibi. With how much he likes to act like a king, I think he'd like to be carried around like one too. Or maybe he'd prefer certain people carrying him around instead? 👀

Aimi ♡

I love, love, love her character design! Her gradient eyes have captivated me and seeing her in her oversized uniform makes me want to give her a big hug. Those bandages do a good job of making her look sympathetic too, like a kicked puppy in need of love.

I love her, but all the unknown factors of her crime scare me a lot. I'm not good at analyzing stuff, so I'm mostly worried about the accomplice/friend she had before the whole murdering happened. We don't even know who her victim was, or if she even killed them herself. Her crime is turning out to be not as easy as I thought it was. A very Muu move to pull, good for her.

I'm a little nervous to see her again for t2, because she probably won't stay friends with Akane for long. If it turns out that her murder wasn't sympathetic and she's actually a "bad" person, Akane wouldn't want to associate with her anymore. But they're so cute together. :(

Shun ♡

His whole stuttering thing and memory problems would probably weird me out irl honestly. He's interesting as a character tho!

His quirks are really interesting, but there's only so much I can say about him tbh. Shun is a really unreliable narrator, so I don't actually know much about him or his murder? I'm pretty sure I can't forgive him regardless. He's giving me all sorts of bad vibes. Who knows? Maybe he's killed more than a few people.

Naomi ♡

She doesn't have a good relationship with her parents, so I suspect she hasn't had the best history. I do wonder what her victim did to make her so angry that she would resort to killing him though. I don't think she ever mentioned what he did, just that some kids can be more evil than adults. She doesn't like kids now, but still wants to be voted guilty for her crime. She seems torn over how to feel.

At first I thought her personality would be similar to Mayumi, but she seems closer to Noa actually. I'm getting the vibes that she isn't as nice as she seems actually. Like a reluctant older sister figure that would rather not be here at all. /lh

Can't wait to learn more about her backstory in t2! Her reaction to being voted innocent scared me quite a bit actually. I wonder what kind of character development she'll get.

Kei ♡

He such an interesting and fun character, I love everything I read about him! Watching him interact with Eiji is such a treat. Its interesting to see him get under Eiji's skin with such unnervingly accurate remarks. They're obviously incredibly dysfunctional, but I have a feeling they both still love each other in their Sanada family twisted way. I eagerly await more Sanada family lore!

I think he's the kind of character that works better in a dynamic because you get to see just how twisted he is when he's with someone else? Like, him and Eiji, him and Ruka, him and his mom that loves him so much. Him, Eiko and Shun too!

Since he's always giving off the impression that he's happy and having fun in Milgram, I'm looking forward to seeing his little meow meow side in t2 asjdskdskdjkdsk He and Daisuke are quite alike.

Eiko ♡

Um, yeah, I don't much to say about her. Her family background is intriguing, but something about her personality just makes her forgettable to me? She reminds me of Yuno, and I don't like Yuno all that much. Her careless attitude but high expectations kind of annoy me. Do you care or not?

Also, based on what we know of her crime so far, it seems as though she killed someone she was talking to online because he lied about who he was to her? The murder method is gruesome, but the actual motive is quite boring for me. Hopefully t2 will bring me more juicy details about her crime. Or more lore to let me understand her better.

Asahi ♡

I love his design soooo much <3 He's a lil purple boi with crown shaped pupils, how could I not like him? His fancy clothes are really cute too! It shows the difference between the more upper class life he had with his adoptive parents compared to the life with his dad.

He's very much a brat, but I can also tell that he's really scared and doesn't know what to do. His prickly attitude is probably similar to Akane's, where they both lash out in order to protect themselves. He still addresses everyone older than him politely though, so that's a really cute detail. I wonder where he learned to do that from?

Yes, he's a horrible person. Yes, he's never done anything wrong with his life. Asahi, an 11 year old murderer, exists. The main theory now is that he killed his adoptive mother by putting something she's allergic to in her food, and we don't quite know why he wanted to kill her yet, but he's obviously traumatized and trying to compensate for the hurt he suffered in the past. His relationship with his imaginary mom isn't the most reassuring coping mechanism either.

I think if he were ever to get out of Milgram alive, there's a chance he could heal and change for the better with the right guidance. He's still a child after all. I wonder if he feels guilty about his murder.

Yurika ♡

Eiko and Yurika are your ocs that I often forget about, haha. They're just not the type of characters that I pay attention to. I will say that they're very well written though! Yurika's fear of growing up and having to be independent is a nice touch.

Her crime is really hard to pin down, and the contradicting evidence isn't helping much. But I have the feeling that her crimes aren't as complicated as her first MV makes them out to be. The switching of POVs and shaky timeline does a good job of confusing me, but the actual murdering bit probably won't be that hard to understand.

Yurika keeps saying that she killed her victims out of self-defense, but her motive for killing them seems to be more of them knowing too much about her. Also, her manager was most definitely manipulating her into doing some dirty work, so there's that. Although I sympathize with her struggles, she is an adult and should be able to handle her problems without resorting to murder, whatever they may be.

Riku ♡

He has the best hair out of all your ocs, hands down. The rings on his fingers really give him a cool look too!

Now, he's really babygirl and I love his personality (bb please stop hurting yourself). Its not that I think that he was in the right to kill his friend, but I can understand his motive behind doing it. His mental state is also in shambles, even from before he was brought to Milgram, so he obviously has some serious issues he's trying to cope with.

I don't think he's the type to kill again if he makes it out of Milgram. Perhaps with the proper support, he can learn to take care of himself. But this is Milgram and Lina /lh we're talking about, so things can never be easy. Can't wait to see what kind of character development he'll get after being voted innocent!

Reina ♡

Okay, its not that I really dislike Reina, its just that her "I'm an evil serial killer" act annoys me. Someone claiming they didn't kill anyone or that their murder was an accident I can understand, but claiming that you have over 50 victims? Really? I also think that she's trying really hard to make herself look guilty so that her friends can be spared, which annoys me as well.

I am curious about how and why she ended up bullying others with her friends though. Did she feel pressured to go along with it when they did it as a group? Or was she more active in her decision making? She had a fight with someone over her behavior too, which sets up an exciting story to find out about in t2.

I find her annoying for now, but she's still quite the interesting character! She's going to get violent in t2 in order to make the guards vote her guilty too, so I can admire her determination at least.

Eiji ♡

I love him so much, he's so funky and such a sadistic guard its refreshing in a weird way. Sometimes he gets so excited about punishing the prisoners, it seems as though he doesn't care that much about judging them as much as getting to punish them. There are also times when he decides on someone's verdict based on his personal feelings, like when he wanted to vote Haku guilty because the guy has a good relationship with his brother asdjksdskdjsks In comparison, Es doesn't remember his life before Milgram, so he can't do that.

His relationships with just about everyone he's interacted with is so interesting!!! Especially whatever he has going on with Kei. His friendship with Miki shows promising potential too. If I had enough braincells and ability to string my thoughts together neatly, I could write whole analyses about their relationships but alas.

I am interested in knowing how Eiji would treat someone outside of Milgram though. Like, his normal life in the outside world before he was made a warden in Milgram. I get the feeling that he isn't as aggressive compared to the way he acts as a warden.

Also, the idea of having siblings in Milgram is so cool!! Even better that one is a prisoner and one is guard, and THEY'RE BOTH twisted in their own ways. Its really intriguing how Kei reveals a lot about Eiji's true feelings when they interact, but Eiji isn't able to say much about Kei that we don't already know. ITS SO- GRFSNDISSDJSSK

Miki ♡

YO we have a bingo!!!!!

She's very cute, I love her pink pigtails!! Her personality is so complex and well-developed too! At first glance, you'd think she's just idealistic and naïve. But then she turns out to be struggling with strong feelings of guilt from her past and more manipulative than expected. Wow.

Her relationships with the prisoners are fun, and her changing friendship with Eiji is sooooooooooooo good!! Her seemingly gentle personality really shines through when she interacts with others. And based on the different personalities she interacts with, we get to see a new side of her that we don't normally see too.

Her development for t2 is really exciting! I can't wait to see how far she can take her newfound god complex. And how different she'll be treating Asahi now that she knows he's related to her.

[moo-nstone]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS PT. 7

gemini and pisces placements are similar in the sense that geminis are able to see things from all perspectives, while pisces are able to empathise with people who have all sorts of different perspectives. pisces placements... be careful with over-empathising with the people who hurt you to the point where you’re understanding why they did it and you start excusing their actions. gemini placements... be careful with seeking the multi-layers and million different perspectives in everything and everyone to the point where you’re driving your own mind insane and you don’t know what your opinion is anymore because you hyper-analyse so much. too much of a good ability becomes a curse.

people with venus-mars aspects have a talent for making people who hate them fall in love with them 💋

moon in the 11th house natives tend to attract friends who get into scandals. moon in the 10th house natives tend to be the ones who get into said scandals. it’s a PERFECT FRIENDSHIP

capricorn placements have a talent for knowing how to make things last. they want to prolong the enjoyment they get out of something for as long as possible, which is why their hobbies, friendships and relationships tend to last a lifetime... hedonistic sluts

since both the 7th house and the 11th house rule fandoms, celebrities with a 7th house or 11th house neptune can attract fans who view them as angels who can’t do nothing wrong — because of this, those celebrities rarely take accountability for their mistakes, since people keep pushing the “but they’re perfect :(“ light on them

pluto conjunct ascendant natives always come off as very serious during first impressions, no matter how approachable and inviting they strive to appear.

sun and moon in the 10th house people may feel as if they’re always exposed to the public eye, they can’t get away with keeping things secretive. others always notice whatever they want kept on the low. this can be especially frustrating if they notice that others aren’t exposed to the same kind of scrutiny that they are for simply existing

lilith in pisces bitches have a natural talent for appearing like angels even in situations where they are 100% guilty. it’s very easy for them to put on their vulnerable, lost puppy act lmfao, which triggers others’ protective instincts. they may be able to cry on cue when people call them out on their bullshit, making them feel like THEY’re the shitty ones for confronting the lilith native... it’s insane

lilith in the 12th house natives may feel as though the themes of lilith are trapped in their psyche, at the core of who they are and those themes become unavoidable for them — they’re always there, lurking in the shadows, becoming the center of their nightmares

people with mercury in the 1st house can feel veryyy threatened and defensive when someone possesses knowledge in an area that they don’t, it’s like it hits them right on their biggest fears. they often either try to “one-up” the other person in an attempt to heal their broken ego or shut down altogether in insecurity. it’s imperative that they work on developing a strong sense of self-worth because they can be extremely prone to comparing their mental skills to those of other people.

people with personal planets in the 12th house may feel as though a lot of their artistic drive is stifled by their lack of energy. like... in the mental realm there’s a lot going on and it’s incredible, but then you pick up a pen to actualize your visions and you feel exhaustion immediately overtaking you. it can feel like there’s a lot to your psyche that feels inaccessible to you not because you don’t want to explore it, but because you have yet to restore the energy to dive deep into it. this can be especially noticeable if there’s absolutely no 5th house energy in the chart

people with jupiter in an earth sign love being surrounded by greeneries in their home; they may take a lot of enjoyment out of taking care of plants, gardening, cooking and stuff of the sort. it makes them feel more grounded, independent, and even healed. they also LOVE scents that connect them to nature like the scent of grass and the ocean.

air mercuries can be very beware of strangers, they can feel offended when their friends make them socialize with someone they don’t know and it can take a hot while before they trust the person enough to lower their defences a bit. they need to know it’s safe before expressing their usual sexy eccentric selves in front of someone new. on the other hand, aries placements can also hate being introduced to new people through their friends but it’s mostly because they’re very territorial over them, and can’t stand the thought that this new person can hurt their friendship in any possible way

meanwhile, it’s probably an earth or leo/sagittarius mercury introducing new friends to the group. they’re so fucking good with people and it shows in how they make people feel welcomed so easily, it’s like they “take” the person in and adopt them into the group. they can’t stand seeing someone being treated like an outcast because they know how it sucks to feel rejected, so they’ll try their best to make you feel included

while on the subject of people who hate seeing others be treated like an outcast because they know how it feels like to be rejected: SCORPIO RISINGS. bro. people underestimate how chill they can actually be. if they see you being left out, they’ll approach you with no fucks given and do anything in their power to make you feel comfortable. they do so well in group settings.

and while on the subject of scorpio risings... i have a scorpio rising friend and he goes thru it on the daily. he often complains that people are always suspicious of him and that they seem repulsed by him, strangers on the street will stay tf away from him. and it’s so heartbreaking because his personality is so friendly and welcoming and it doesn’t at all match his intimidating appearance. scorpio risings have this energy that not many people can handle, others feel either really drawn to them or downright scared of them because of the “danger” element they seem to carry in them

i know two people who are both scorpio suns and libra moons and they look the exact same, even though they have different risings. brown, deep-set eyes, coarse dark hair, naturally tanner skin tone — and they have the same style as well, using lots of band t-shirts and dark clothing. scorpio energy is always so noticeable wherever it is i swear, it’s like it takes over the rest of the chart

gemini moons are what yall claim gemini venuses to be. like, seriously... have you ever met someone with a gemini venus? they don’t need constant stimulation or else they’ll get bored and cheat. not in the slightest; actually, they’re often incredibly loyal and crave longterm, committed relationships. if anything, they need stimulation outside of their relationship in the form of a good, exciting career and hobbies so that they don’t get too addicted to their partner and to constantly analysing every aspect of their relationship. gemini moons however, tend to have multiple partners throughout life and they often feat deep commitment. they can be huge players imo, IT’S THEM YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT!

sagittarius placements are so... tactile? like, they love to touch things. when they go to stores and stuff, they’ll start holding everything that catches their attention— it’s like they can only decide if they want to buy something after thouroughly exploring how it feels, the texture and the energy that the object gives them through touch. and they talk so much with their hands. it makes me so anxious like bitch you aren’t selena gomez, i promise you that you CAN keep your hands to yourself

taurus placements are so weird to me, i can’t understand them. it’s like they’re afraid of exploring their own depths, which in turn makes me unable to explore them. okay, how do i put this... it’s like they have this preset idea of who they are and after deciding so, they’re unwilling to let go of it. “i’m the stable friend who’s here for everyone even when i can barely take care of my own self” and then that’s who they are: the people who are a steady rock in the lives of others, taking care of everyone. and then they refuse to change even after getting hurt. and then, it’s like... well, you can’t just be that. you are a human who contains multitudes, but i don’t think you give yourself enough credit on how layered you are. that fear of changeability, that need to be the one stable thing in a world full of unpredictability will only damage you in the end, because you won’t get to fully experience life’s greatest pleasure: knowing yourself. becoming your own best friend, exploring every layer that there is to your being. i think you deny yourself of that experience because you fear that, with self-learning comes self-growth which leads to transformation. and you fear transformation because you don’t want to change for the worst. but like... transformation is necessary and with that comes adaptability + flexibility, which are things you could greatly benefit from.

scorpio venuses can be so pessimistic— and when they’re in a dark mindset, it’s so difficult to pull them out of it. it’s so difficult to get them to see the good in difficult situations, and to help them believe that it gets better. but even if you don’t believe me, i’ll keep telling you; it does get better. you’ll get through this.

jupiter in the 4th house is an indicator of food having been an amazing part of your childhood; there might’ve been a lot of feasts and you could’ve had a parent who loved to cook. being well fed might be a huge concern for you now; you might get sick easily when you’re eating fast food and non-traditional plates.

mercury square uranus is an extremely difficult aspect to have because, in your earlier years, you might’ve felt dumb or like there was something wrong with your intelligence because you might’ve found school difficult due to it’s structured nature that didn’t fit with the way you like to learn things— you need to learn in an interactive way that piques your interest. your anxiety and any traumatic experienced that you faced could’ve heavily impacted your school performance. you might’ve had an ease with learning but then, when it came to doing the written tests, you couldn’t perform to the best of your abilities. either way, school might’ve been a source of a lot of stress and difficulty.

mercury square pluto can have some weird manifestation where, like... you suspect things but you always suspect the wrong things. i’ve met a few people with this aspect and all of them were extremely suspicious of the most random things who were literally normal and innocent. this aspect can cause a lot of chaos to one’s interpersonal relationships because you might find yourself suspecting your loved ones in the weirdest circumstances due to your trust issues, which in return causes them to lose trust in you + the want to confide in you because you keep questioning everything they’re up to WHEN THEY’RE NOT UP TO ANYTHING IN THE FIRST PLACE. probably the most frustrating thing that can happen with this aspect is when you always suspect what you shouldn’t, but then, when sketchy things are actually happening that should be questioned, you don’t bat an eye to it. omfg it drives me insane

moon conjunct the ascendant can make someone have a very delicate appearance that gives others the impression that they need to handle you like fine china or else you might break. my mother has this at a very tight orb and whenever i bring people over, their first impression of her is always “she looks so frail”. the native might be extremely sensitive to every minor inconvenience which brings a lot of frustration to them, a feeling that they can’t control their reactions and inner turmoil. it can also suck when you don’t want to be depicted as the victim but then that’s the way everyone perceives you. the native might have very expressive and shiny eyes, and they can cry easily. it’s very difficult for them to hide their emotions.

your jupiter sign can signify where you feel an overflow of energy. jupiter in cancer may feel like you have an overflow of nurturing and protective energy towards your loved ones, with a lot of intuition and need for introspection. jupiter in leo can make you feel like you a talent for self-expression and dealing with others, being overly dramatic and prideful at times, and with a huge drive to have fun. jupiter in virgo can feel an overflow of perceptive qualities, with a huge amount of self-awareness and also awareness of your surroundings, ability to constantly analyse and a constant strive for perfection (which btw is impossible since perfection is unattainable and you’re a human being who makes mistakes and that’s completely fine. stop finding flaws where there aren’t none).

[makeste]

literally just another giant post of Bakugou faces.

so I did this last year, but I only got up to chapter 120 before I ran out of steam. happily, though, this left me with an additional 190 chapters’ worth of glorious gremlin faces to choose from for this year’s edition! which I figure I had better do, before tumblr finally pulls the plug on my poor sweet image limit.

so without further ado, happy birthday to Kacchan, and happy birthday to Kacchan’s asymmetrical HAH face where his eyes do the thing like ( ◣益◢).

why I like it: so this is from Kirishima’s flashback in chapter 133, where Kirishima was getting all down on himself because his quirk Only Does One Thing, and Kacchan was all “nah bro don’t worry about it because your One Thing is totally fucking rad, and you’re strong enough to withstand anything.” so that of course was incredibly sweet, and one of the few times we’ve seen him give an actual heartfelt pep talk without so much as a single insult thrown into the mix. but what really puts this scene over the top for me is the fact that you can see the ever-so-subtle hints of guilt and regret when he talks about All Might and Kamino. for just a moment, he gets this distant look in his eyes, and his expression turns soft and contemplative. basically this is a rare collector’s edition Kacchan face you will not find in many other places.

why I like it: because this frankly needs to happen in every damn fight until this kid finally gets it through his thick skull to ditch the mask so we can see every fantastic facial expression in full 4k glory. work with me here please Kacchan.

why I like it: because character growth!! this was our first big moment of post-DvK2 Kacchan development, and the payoff was well worth the wait. it only took him 166 chapters to realize that it’s hard to grow as a person if you’re determined to be a humongous dick to every single person you meet!! lmao, but it’s progress though.

why I like it: these two panels are criminally underrated. the way his face transforms when Deku gets the answer wrong dlkjfldk. this is easily one of the funniest subtle gags in the entire series.

why I like it: “hey Bakugou do you want to play in our band?” “fuck you, no.” “pretty please.” “fine, but I refuse to call it a band.” “well then what do you want to call it -- ” “MURDER.”

why I like it: GONNA MURDER EVERYONE BY PLAYING THE DRUMS!!!! SOMEHOW WE’VE SUCCESSFULLY COMPARTMENTALIZED THIS SCHOOL-SANCTIONED DISPLAY OF PERFORMING ARTS AS A DEATH MATCH. OH TO UNDERSTAND THE INNER WORKINGS OF THIS YOUNG MAN’S MIND.

why I like it: hah?! I love how he has to tilt his neck all the way back every single time he does this. he’s so cute I love him so much.

why I like it: somewhere around this point in the manga Kacchan decided to do away with being handsome and decided to just be a full-time gremlin in every single panel. this persisted for the next 90 chapters or so and he was very dedicated. I’m pretty sure he was going for vulgar and intimidating, but unfortunately for him he’s too inherently adorable and so the end result is just endearing and almost charming in its own way.

why I like it: this was from chapter 194 when Aizawa was announcing that they’d have a special guest for the Joint Training arc, and so Kacchan was all “BOY OH BOY A NEW ASS TO KICK.”

why I like it: more character development! and just look at that confidence! he’s fully recovered from his low point after Kamino and the provisional exam. he knows what he’s about now, and he is THRIVING. and once again you can see how his conviction inspires the people around him and makes them more determined. just, he is going to be such a good number one hero you guys.

why I like it: it’s the three little “!!!” lines hovering in the corner next to his head for me. “oh my god it’s All Might, All Might saw me being cool and Saving To Win and stuff, what’s he gonna say what do I do omg quick act natural.”

why I like it: QUICK HIDE YOUR FEELINGS!! WE CAN’T LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE. fjkdlsjklk

why I like it: this is his expression when he first sees Deku activate Blackwhip for the first time. it’s one of the few unguarded expressions of complete surprise that we’ve gotten from him and I love it thank you.

why I like it: classic asymmetrical HAH face. he truly has perfected this look. look at him, casually clinging to a pole for no reason other than to look dynamic. this boy truly cannot sit or stand or walk or do anything normally. he spent three months working his ass off to catch up to Deku and the others, and now that he finally has he’s filled with so much pent-up energy that he simply cannot hold it back anymore and he’s gotta climb a pole. he’s just gotta.

why I like it: because he is so fucking good at saving people now you guys, he’s like a whole-ass professional and shit, and yet it hasn’t changed who he is one single iota. he will save your life and he will SCREAM AT YOU WHILE DOING IT and you’ll sit there and be grateful goddammit.

why I like it: o noo he was caught unawares. All Might was all “I’m gonna have a dad moment and nobody can stop me” and he walked right up to him and put his hand on his head because he’s All Might and so what is he even gonna do about it. nothing, that’s what. you got played, Kacchan. outmaneuvered and outfoxed. all he can do is stand there and make that grumpy face he makes when he’s receiving unwanted affection (҂⌣̀_⌣́).

why I like it: more unwanted affection. now they’re even feeding him ffs. how could he let this happen. mm chicken.

why I like it: GREATEST ASYMETRICAL HAH?! FACE OF ALL TIME. out of all the people to befriend him against his will, Todoroki is by far the most confusing to him and it’s just so great.

why I like it: this is when Hawks is staring at him in chapter 244 because he fake-killed his mentor and stuff and he feels sorta guilty about it. but meanwhile Kacchan just thinks he’s trying to start some shit, and so he’s all “I WAS FASTER THAN YOU BACK THERE YOU KNOW” and Hawks is all “hahaha okay little buddy you just keep telling yourself that”, because as previously discussed Kacchan is too adorable to ever be intimidating.

why I like it: this is from 246 when he’s in the middle of arguing with Burnin’ and all of a sudden Endeavor calls to him and he’s just like o shit what’d I do.

why I like it: because Endeavor’s mentoring them and shit and he’s just casually sitting there eating his lunch like yeah. with his lil hamster cheeks lulz.

why I like it: the look that instantly became iconic. this panel cured me of the misconception that Bakugou “goes to bed at 8:30pm” Katsuki was a morning person. the truth is he loathes all times of the day equally.

why I like it: this one is a team effort because Deku’s faces are equally as good. I’m genuinely shocked that this family dinner with the Todorokis didn’t prematurely unlock Danger Sense. you can tell that he and Deku have a silent agreement to call a temporary truce on their rivalry for as long as they sit at this table as outsiders in this strange land. this is by far the most hazardous meal Bakugou has ever experienced, and yet the mapo tofu is too good to go to waste, so he’s just shoveling it down his throat trying to finish as much as possible before shit inevitably hits the fan.

why I like it: Kacchan is New Here so he doesn’t yet realize that if the Todorokis are spilling family secrets, there is always inevitably going to be someone listening in the shadows just outside the door.

why I like it: the battle with Ending was probably peak gremlin!Kacchan. like, we’ve had gremlin before and afterwards, but never quite to this same degree. Horikoshi really decided to push the limits of contorting this child’s face in the strangest ways.

why I like it: peak. gremlin.

why I like it: nothing to see here, just Kacchan quietly realizing after 252 chapters that he MIGHT have been just a BIT of a cartoonishly villainous asshole to Deku back at the beginning there ha ha ha oh god oh fuck.

why I like it: because he found the answer to What It Is That He Lacks, and he’s all cool and calm and infuriatingly secretive about it. it’s such a sudden and stark contrast to the gremlin faces he was making only moments earlier, and it makes this moment hit home that much more.

why I like it: because this is him being friends with Deku!! like for real though!! because he’s fucking around and insulting him and making weird faces and stuff, but it’s because in his mind That’s What Friends Do. they clown on each other and help each other train and shit. half an hour after this they’ll go down to the training gym and play Catch-A-Kacchan, and then he’ll quietly confess to All Might that he wants to atone. he may be a gremlin, but he’s a gremlin with layers goddammit.

why I like it: because this is right after TomurAFO shows up out of nowhere and scares the shit out of him and Deku and makes them see a terrifying death vision and stuff, and you can see how shaken up he is by it. he definitely understands how close they came to dying just then and he’s sobered the fuck up. this is the moment when it really sinks in that shit has gotten real. eight minutes from now he’ll move without thinking and save Deku’s life.

why I like it: hydro homies. nothing restores those electrolytes like good old Raquaius Sports Drink.

why I like it: because this panel was when it started to become clear that the real reason he grabbed this sports drink was to pretend like he was busy so he could act like he wasn’t interested in Deku’s training because god forbid the neighbors know that he actually cares.

why I like it: because the sideways glance!! and the fact that he doesn’t deny it!! in fact he does the opposite of denying it, and he basically starts pouring his heart out about how goddamn worried he actually is. he’s guilty and anxious and restless and this entire conversation is amazing.

why I like it: he looks so goddamn young here. when he finally stops scrunching up his face and putting on his usual tough guy act and for once allows his actual emotions to show on his face instead, the result is so damn striking. for once we got an entire conversation with no gremlin faces, because Horikoshi had to drop them completely in order to show just how serious he is here. which was incredibly effective btw.

why I like it: because he’s basically just fidgeting with the bottle now to avoid making eye contact with All Might because he just revealed a deep dark secret to him and he’s precariously vulnerable right now. that’s the body language of a kid who knows how badly he fucked up, and just wants to hear from someone else if it’s going to be okay, if he can still make it okay. he looks so small here.

why I like it: the worry lines under his eyes. the look of uncertainty and wanting to believe that what All Might says is true (“you’ll get a chance to talk eventually”). the hesitance to turn back and look at him, and the way he doesn’t dare until he finally gets that small bit of reassurance. All Might isn’t judging him. All Might understands him and understands where he’s coming from, and he’s giving him his blessing. he’s giving him a thumbs up and reassuring him that he sees the change in him and sees that he’s sincerely trying, and basically saying that he has faith that he and Deku will be able to work it out. and you can see that it means a lot.

why I like it: because this kid spent his entire internship with Jeanist doing nothing but bitching nonstop, and then later on when Jeanist went missing he was all tight-lipped about it because once again NOBODY CAN KNOW THAT WE CARE GODDAMMIT, and it was all very Classic Bakugou. but then Jeanist finally shows up again at Jakku, and we get this little moment of happy, smirky FUCK YEAH, I KNEW YOU WEREN’T DEAD YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, and it’s just the best.

why I like it: HE’S SO UNABASHEDLY PROUD GOD BLESS HIM.

why I like it: because he nearly died and then he woke up here in the hospital two days later not knowing where anybody else is or whether they’re even still alive, and this, my friends. this is finally the moment. the moment where he was all FUCK IT, MAYBE WE CAN LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE AFTER ALL. character fucking development. you love to see it.

BONUS:

WHAT HAVE I BECOME, MY SWEETEST FRIEND. EVERYONE I KNOW GOES AWAY IN THE END.

happy birthday Katsuki. feel better sweetie. HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER TREAT HIM RIGHT I AM COUNTING ON YOU.

[darktimesdarkvibes]

Yandere!Taecyeon (2PM) Headcanons

July 11, 2021 | 1,561 words

Series masterlist

Assumes reader is an adult, but includes for if you have an age gap

Taec's is the darkest post in this series (but there's still far darker yandere posts out there, so just take the tws into account)

Gender-neutral reader I think

tw: age gap, toxic behavior, mention of non-con kiss, short depiction of non-con cuddling, intimidation, restraint, manhandling, gaslighting mention, manipulation, kidnapping, murder, yandere (which is basically thinking you are "in love" with someone but actually you should see a psychiatrist and that's really not a joke. This character trope can become very sick and violent and abusive at their worst, though I tend to go for the softer variety. They are often possessive, over-protective, delusional, etc.)

I don’t believe Taecyeon is actually like this nor do I condone the unhealthy behaviour in this post

Taecyeon is a pretty traditional yandere

Doesn't care a whole lot about an age gap. He likes who he likes at the end of the day

It will give him pause if you are around ten years apart but he gets over it quickly

Protective but also very possessive in certain situations

Gaslighter and manipulator as well

Feels like he's the only one who really "gets" you and vice-versa, and tells you so repeatedly

He’d like you see his strength as something he’ll use to protect you, and he doesn’t want to hurt you

But in a pinch he’ll use it to intimidate you if necessary

Overall he just wants you to remain aware that he’s just a much larger and stronger individual than average, especially as odds are you are not built like him

(Although on the off-chance you are, my reader, that’ll just make him try even harder with you to achieve a similar effect)

He likes that you remember his strength and size, because he hopes it will make you realize that you are safer with him than without him

It gives him a bit of a thrill that you know he's bigger than you

And even if he denies to himself that part of the reason he wants you to recognize it is it might intimidate you, and therefore make you “stay in line”, that is a potential benefit and he knows it

However whenever you acknowledge it he loves it

Especially if you mention how he could probably beat another guy in a fight or protect you, he gets feels warm in his chest and gets excited all at once

He knows he's hot and uses it from day one

Going off of that point and the points about safety and intimidation and all that from above, he’s going to make sure you see him shirtless. Like, live and in-person

He’s going to try to make it happen when you are alone together as well

This is both to amplify the effects mentioned above, and to push more intimacy into your relationship, even if you are not officially romantically involved yet

He won't limit it to one time either

He wants you to see him

Overall tries really hard to make you laugh though too

Acts very sweet/cute until he's not (more on that later)

A very touchy boyfriend, he always wants to be holding hands or standing/sitting as close to you as possible

Actually he automatically puts an arm around you, unless you demote him to hand-holding for some reason

Even if it seems like a situation where that would be inappropriate

He especially does this in public, so even though he’s confident he’s not immune to territoriality

Even if you do have an age gap, he doesn't have that "parental" vibe that Minjun and Nickhun sometimes have

It feels more like you two are on a similar level bc he's so goofy

But if he just so happens to have helpful experience then he will offer some guidance, so if you have an age gap it may happen occasionally

It just has a less parental vibe and more of the typical “senior-in-life” or “friend’s older brother” kind of vibe

Flirts quite physically even before dating, and comes off as kind of cocky

Quite forward and persistent, and likes to fluster you a bit if possible

Which is another reason why he'll make sure you see him shirtless

But he also wants you to happily reciprocate his attention

He also just touchy with you in general though, even before you are dating and when he’s not really flirting

Doesn’t stalk you so much, but when you are in the same room (which he makes sure happens as often as possible) he is always watching you, to the extent that you might well pick up on it

He will stalk you though if he has gone a long time without seeing you (it's got to be a couple times a week at the very very least)

He also will if he is having a rough day and you're firm that you can't hang out with him (otherwise he's been known to tag along while you are just running errands because he is so attached to you)

If he hasn't seen you for a while he gets sulky

Gets visibly angry and more impulsive if someone messes with you

If they intend to harm you or if they actually do harm you then they’re totally fucked

He’s going to kill them, but first he’ll scare them and make them suffer

But because he’s pissed he ends up killing them pretty quickly

He just can't stand the sight of them and he wants them gone

He won't go that far with just anyone, because he's pretty confident that he should be your first choice in a mate, but when he's pushed he'll do it

Like if someone just flirts with you a little then he’ll just step in and get rid of them, then he’ll forget about them

But if they make you actually uncomfortable or worse, then they’re dead

Overall his thinking regarding you can get kind of primal

Hence why I used the word "mate" before

It’s his own word choice

That’s really another core reason he wants you to see his strength

He wants to show off that he should be your first pick

He’s also more likely to kidnap you

Will use force to restrain you if necessary and possible, and again it’s not a bad deal for him if he can be physically very close to you while simultaneously reminding you that he’s stronger than you

It's not even so much overpowering you itself that he likes, because he wants you to be happy

He's just got a weird fixation

He's also a weird kidnapper though because he’ll be trying to keep the atmosphere really light and fun as if you aren’t being held captive

He’ll make jokes and suggest games to play

He also doesn’t feel super guilty about it because he probably feels justified

Perhaps you found out he killed one or more people for you, so he didn't see another option

Or you were going to leave him

Even if he's not very guilty, he’ll still be upset that you’re upset though, and will be wanting Stockholm Syndrome or something to kick in, both for his benefit and so you're happier

He’s a bit impatient and frustrated by the wait, but he doesn’t really take it out on you

Might force a kiss or two over the course of your early relationship, but no more than that

Especially if you clearly don't want it, he'll back off on that and may switch to forehead kisses

He may also force some cuddles. For example, some spooning as you’re tied to a bed

He’s totally calm and blissfully asleep with his arm around you, and all you can hear is his even breathing and perhaps some light snoring

Meanwhile you are in a fight-flight-freeze response, until you are finally so exhausted that you fall asleep

But then you wake up and he really hasn't done anything to you

He really did just want to cuddle

So it is pretty confusing for you, which will probably work in his favor

If you are off your guard and confused, then it’s easier for him to manipulate you

He may also put on a movie and cuddle with you while you are restrained, and act like nothing is amiss. He'll be all laughter and smiles and will act very innocent and soft with you in his arms

Which is again confusing

If you give him attitude or struggle, then he'll either try to soothe you or he'll be firm with you to restrain you

"Hey! Hey... It's okay, I won't hurt you..."

Or,

"Stop that. You know it won't get you anywhere."

He forces cuddles because first of all, he wants to. But also because he thinks it might help you get used to him and your new situation

Because there’s no way he’s just letting you out of it

When you express that you want to leave, he may well belittle you a bit by treating what you want as a joke

Because really in his point of view it's laughable that you would leave

"Come on, you know you're not allowed!" he says with a smile

But if you keep it up he'll get firmer

"You know that's not gonna happen."

So he’s a little bit delusional and unstable

First time together:

For your first time together he's gentle but he's firm

So somehow you simultaneously feel safe, but it goes without saying that he's the one in control

He's leading you where you need to go, and he may well even place your hands for you on his body

Or pin them down

He will never do anything you don't want, but he likes to take the lead and show some physical power and have his weight over you

Pretty much anything wild you wanna do in the future he's probably up for

Very open to suggestions

But he wants to remain in-control

That’s non-negotiable

Good dirty talk

“Yeah just like that baby”

“I make you feel good, right?”

Overall the man is fucked up but in a hot way

[multiplefandomsblog]

your roommate hcs are so cute, can i request for naib, demi, tracy, andrew, kurt, patricia, and victor?

:0 holy crap yes! I’m so glad you enjoyed the roommate hcs!! Me and the other mods hope you enjoy these! Thank you for requesting :))

(i added melly because why not? lmao hope you don’t mind.)

Part 1!

Naib Subedar

This man deadass didn’t know you were living with him

Even when people told him about it, he wasn’t rlly paying attention and didn’t rlly care

Your stuff in his room? He thought it was his or someone just broke into his room and left it there

When he saw you on the toilet however, he just freaked out.

“Why the hell are you shitting in my room!?” “Your room? I’ve been living here for 2 months!”

Once he found out you lived with him, he made sure you knew what was his and what was yours

also, since he’s very protective of his things-- you being one of them-- he would totally get jealous if he caught you tallking to someone that wasn’t him.

he would probably give you the silent treatment and act like a pissy baby

He hates it when you touch his stuff

especially his photos, the photos were special to him because they were of him and his army friends.

You’d sometimes catch him looking at the photos with a longing in his eyes, it was highkey sad.

having you live with him meant lots and lots of training

he made sure you were always prepared for matches and that you don’t get downed early

when you got downed early however, He would scold you but he would still rescue you anyways because he’s soft

“You’re such an idiot, you’d better do better next time! Or else I’ll kick your ass.” 

one time he got cocky while kiting because you were watching him

he forgot to turn on his elbow pads and face palmed into the wall.

“...You saw nothing.” He turned around, a bit woozy from hitting his head on a wall. He flipped the hunter off before stumbling wooshing away

When you first get to know naib, he’d probably come off as intimidating and menacing

but once you get to know him--the real him--, you start to understand that even though he may be tough on you, its because he wants you to be the best

he has good intentions

During matches he’d let you handle yourself and made sure you didn’t rely on him too much

One time you needed to shower but you ran out of your shampoo so you used his.

When he questioned you, you simply responded “What? You don’t need it anyways, you’re bald!”

He didn’t rescue you the next round.

should’ve seen that coming

though he forgives you when you braid his luscious long existent hair for him

Kurt Frank

The amount of times you almost stepped on this man is astronomical.

he would constantly be in his tiny form because he would lose a lot of his things

his tiny form helped him find his things easily

Though when you first moved in with him, you had no idea what his ability was

so when you first saw a tiny version of your roommate you thought he was just a weird doll

until you heard him say a tiny, “Hey can you move your ginORMOUS foot? You’re stepping on my book.”

You fucking screeched and took off your shoe to try and kill him

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

After he explained to you about his ability you calmed down a bit and spared this tiny man but only this time!

Frank loves books, he probably filled your shared rooms with stacks on stacks of books

You’d often see him tiny, waving at you while you’re decoding

Once you overhead Kurt arguing with First Officer over who was the rightful owner of some sort of treasure map

They fought for days,

kurt would constantly complain about it to you

turns out it was just a game on the back of a Cereal box.

sorry this is short like kurt

Tracy Reznik

Would be a little awkward at first, but the awkwardness slowly fades away when you both make bad jokes

she gives me childhood best friend vibes

Has her doll sitting in the corner of your shared room room, it’s lifeless eyes scare the living shit out of you in the dark you try not to make eye contact, afraid it’ll curse you or smth

if she was mad at you she would move the bot in a way that looked like it was flipping you off you off in your direction before you went to bed.

Always making little robot things that are super fun to play with

Loves sharing her things. Has no problem with it

you wanna wear her clothes? sure

you want to wear her underwear? evEN BETTER-

Pulling all nighters, trying to get her machines to work like how she wanted it to work.

Would live off of kraft Mac n cheese and junk food in the modern day

Pretty hyper, chugs pink monster energy drinks while pulling all nighters, also, in the modern day

would probably be a bruh girl

Her room is a mess, covered with blueprints and scrap metal

her room is practically a safety hazard

Sometimes she dresses her doll up a bit, putting wigs or her old clothes on it (which scares you half to death)

Once she made her doll dress up like her

and you almost went up to it to ask what it wanted for dinner.

Has a photo of her and her dad

You never wanted to bring it up, worried it might make her upset :(

Sometimes she’d feel really guilty about being downed in the first 30 seconds

please comfort her, she feels super bad

She always relies on you to rescue her

She gets really happy and thankful when you body block for her but she still gets a bit concerned when you do it randomly

“i wasn’t even kiting-” “Protecc the mecc.”

Demi Bourbon

Always out at the bar

Smells like alcohol constantly

tipsy 24/7

she’s never 100% sober

You have to hold her hair out of her face when she comes back to your shared room to hurl

Likes bringing back hard vodka or weird flavoured alcohols back for you guys to get wasted try together

Room is bit cluttered, but she doesn’t have much in her room since she’s always out in bars or matches

Usually latches onto you like a parasite when she’s drunk.

it gets a bit awkward when her face is a bit close to yours,

“Are we about to kiss right now-? BLeurghgrhgherrgh.”“...*audible sigh*”

You’d go to her expecting her to heal you like a normal person but no

instead she shoves dovlin down your throat

She likes to do your makeup, and always adds a matching beauty mark

unless you don’t wear makeup, then she’d ask you to do hers 

always loves how she looks afterwards

more than sometimes demi would get into bar fights, 

so you know she’s about to throw hands when she starts takes off her earrings-

10/10 would fight for you <3

She’s gives me cool wine aunt vibes

Probably a lesbian too (check out our Demi smut fic ;))

Or bi, idk

Just straightn’t

She’s really good at hyping you up, especially when you’re taking shots

“CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG-”

Andrew Kreiss

Would be very shy at first, opens up a little when you get to know him

Totally a night owl, can’t sleep at night from all the guilt and “what if’”s

if you see this baby awake at night, hug him, he really needs it

You’ve never seen the other side of his face

How does he see with hair in his eyes?

He’s albino, which is super dope

Sometime you fear he’s thinking about burying you

You always see him thwacking Luca with his shovel

Barely talks

Room is moderate

He doesn’t want you to find out too much about him

He may seem bland, but he loves sweet food

You’d bake him cookies and other sweets

He’d act as if he’s not embarrassed and brush it off

“Are you blushing?”“No, I-I’m sunburnt.” “On your face?” “....I stare into the hot red sun sometimes because it eases me.”

to keep his lie going, every time he catches you staring at him he would fry his eye balls by staring into the sun until you left

partially the reason why he can’t see well

When he’s not looking, you stare at him while he’s eating the stuff you made because he looks so happy :’)

One time you found him down in the dumps so you made him a cup of coffee, and when you handed it to him you said-

“Depresso espresso?”

*sniff* ”..are you oka-” “IM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE”

he actually cried

it was such a nice gesture(?), that he started ugly crying

You’d ask him if he wanted hugs during matches when you see him get stressed

He’d be flushed and kinda confused

hug... him? why tho lmao

he’d definitely agree tho, to be fair, with some hesitation 

if y’all ever cuddled in bed, i feel like he’d be a little spoon

poor boy needs the comfort, he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be little spoon tho

he just wants to be close to you

Victor Grantz

You love playing with his dog, Wick

Super nice and polite, but a little guarded

The type to be too afraid to call people out when they do something wrong but would totally trash them in his head

You write him little letters everyday and leave them on his bed to make him happy :))

He’d a be a little spoon

Wick would always join you guys while cuddling

Kisses would be soft and gentle

Usually sends you the first letter in matches

Loves to cuddle

He bb 🥰

You always get him a birthday present AND a Christmas present

You also get a gift for Wick

He loves giving you surprise hugs

Likes to read with you while cuddling

Literally a cinnamon roll

Once he was eating a cinnamon roll

And you whispered

“C a n n i b a l i s m .”

He was very confused

and kind of scared- were you going to eat him?

Patricia Dorval

Room always smells like herbs

She could literally smoke weed and you’d think it’s some magical healing herb

it magically makes you feel better

Always there to stun the hunter when you’re ballooned

The mature one

Her room is organized, with boxes labeling what herbs and magic stuff that are in them

You were cooking dinner for the day and you accidentally used one of her fancy herbs in your soup

She didn’t realize until she tried the soup

She wasn’t mad just disappointed

She lectured you on how you shouldn’t touch her stuff or use it for cooking

Gotta admit tho, the soup was pretty good

she acts like the mom everyone wishes they had

totally the type to be like, “dude we should think this through.” before doing something risky

and then five seconds later, “cowABUNGA MY DUDES”

one time she caught kreacher leaving the mens washroom without washing his hands

seeing as she was the mother of this manor, she had to protect her children from diseases

so she yeeted her monkey skull at kreachers head, cleanly knocking him out

and everybody cheered.

Melly Plinius

When you heard melly was going to be your roomie, you couldn’t have been more excited.

you finally had a victim for the many insect pick up lines!

So you decided to make some good first impressions by waiting for her in your room.

so when she arrived to your room and greeted you, you happily greeted her back, and slipped in the pick up line.

“Hello, my name is Melly. I believe I will be your ro-?”“Yeah nice to meet you too, say, what do bees make?”

She kinda thought you were a bit rude so much for first impressions

“...Erm, honey?” she replied hesitantly

“YES DEAR?” 

... okay maybe you weren’t thaaaat bad.

after that she kind of developed a teensy crush on you 

so it was hard living with you because of her crush, since she was constantly flustered 

you loved her reactions, she constantly got red.

it was funny watching her try to keep her cool and fail.

[orange-waterfalls]

Reader w/wings hc's p.2: lesser- known egos/egos i just didn’t wanna put in the last one

ty @fancybootm for the request!

A/N: IT’S BEEN A WHOLE ASS MONTH SINCE I GOT THIS I AM SO FUCKING SORRY. school is suck. anyways. my brain convinced itself that I had to have the same amount of egos in this one as the last one so shit's long again. I had a bit of trouble but scrounged up enough of them. uhhh I don't... we don't really know a lot? about the personalities of these ones? so I just went with what I thought. for Heistiplier, I like to think Mark in AHWM and ADWM is a completely separate person from Actor. Like until we get to the Actor timeline he is a separate person altogether. Night Guard Mark is like mark from the fnaf musical because i can and fuck you. the egos are very random and from many lesser known videos so uh. you might not know all of them. I didn’t even know all of them at first. some of these fuckers annoy me to no end so I had to make them more likable for my own sanity cjfufydy. I only skimmed through after I wrote so it might suck lol. Uh rated T for cursing. Mentions of religion and mental health. Enjoy!

Y/N(reader) w/ wings headcanons p.2

Ed Edgar saw you as a profiting opportunity.

Bastard only uses you for commercials at first

Wings sell shit, don’t they? Kids are into wings these days?

One day you get pissed and just punch him

He respects you after that…

He’s very loud, of course, and your ears tend to be sensitive

He tries to quiet down when he sees you make a face

It’s difficult because that… that’s just his normal volume

He talks about his son sometimes. Not to you specifically

He gets sad… you still don’t completely understand what happened.

Sometimes it feels like he doesn’t either

You instinctively wrap your wings around him for Safety and Comfort

He is a MAN who DOES NOT CRY but goddammit, he was close 

He enjoys your company

The Silver Shepherd thought he was gonna rescue you

He’s a superhero, he HAS to save you, right?

Nah, you’re the one saving him more often than not

He tries not to be jealous, but goddamn

Your wings are just. So big. And pretty

He’ll complain to you about his girlfriend “cheating” on him

You know the bullshit he pulls, but you listen because why not

He appreciates that you at least pay a little bit of attention

He doesn’t do a whole lot of hero work, but he usually brings you along

Just for a bit of extra support

More often than not, you’re doing most of the work

You let him believe he did something, though

You boost his very low ego, and so you get along

Derek Derekson was a little bitch

Also saw you as a profiting opportunity

Yelled sometimes when you messed up

You took deep breaths and tried to stay calm the first few times

Then you snapped, calling him a variety of... words...

He stopped yelling at you, but not much else changed

You got along well with Eric, and he appreciated you for that

He does care about his only living son, at least a little

You two don’t… talk a lot

He’ll watch you from afar, occasionally

You constantly encourage him to TALK TO HIS CHILD and GO TO THERAPY

You still don’t like him, and he feels the same way

But he’s… trying

Randall Voorhees thought you were badass

He wasn’t as used to magic and weird shit as the others

You were absolutely awesome to him

He’d never seen an angel before!

Even though he didn’t really KNOW that you were an angel

He just assumed and refused to change his mind

Harder to hide you wings in crowded cities, like where he lives

You spend a lot of your time with him cooped up in his apartment

He felt bad, so he rents a mountain cabin up in Albany whenever you visit

You two ski and snowboard look me in the eyes and tell me the bitch isn’t a snowboarder

He’s a construction worker, so he’s usually busy

You visit him on his lunch break sometimes.

The other workers claim to see you, but he’ll always deny it

He buys a pizza whenever you visit and you eat it together

You two are so cute it’s sickening

Yandereplier claimed you as their new senpai

They saw you, you had wings, you were nice

And now you are Senpai

You aren’t sure why you get a weird feeling whenever they call you this

Luckily, you don’t have many friends, at least none that they could kill…

They showed you their weapon collection to impress you

You were scared and also impressed

They take you to a cherry blossom tree near their house

You talk and hang out and eat lunch

They don’t call you senpai anymore and they talk to you normally

And you no longer stare at the blood on their uniform

Night Guard Mark prayed you wouldn’t try to kill him

He might have PTSD from Freddy Fazbear’s

Those animatronics left a mark…

It took a little while for him to trust you not to harm him

When he did, HOO BOY is he a chatterbox

He has so many theories about the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Chain

Dark’s told you not to talk about the actual lore. It might break his spirit

You get very worried sometimes

He looks like that one picture of Charlie Day. You know the one.

Sometimes he gets panic attacks

You wrap him in a cocoon of your limbs and wings to ground him

He likes you for that

You hang out, playing games and watching movies. No horror. Absolutely NONE

You can handle him, and he likes you

Dr. Plier was curious about you

He wondered how you felt about… everything

He asked if you were ok one day and you broke down

He felt guilty and bought you ice cream

He sees you as a sort of… psychological experiment

Like he asks you very strange and slightly personal questions

Ok, very personal, but he’s a therapist, what can you do

He eventually stopped the interrogation and talked to you normally

You get along fine, but it’s kind of the same situation as Dr. Iplier

Chef Iplier wasn’t really all that phased

You were surprised by this because… well… wings

But he just… treats you normal, for the most part.

Sometimes he’ll pet your wings, but only if you let him

He loves how soft your feathers are

He doesn’t make that his entire perception of you

It’s a nice change of pace

He tries to cook for you sometimes, but uh. It doesn’t go well

You’re still confused as to how someone can set a glass of water on fire

You mostly just order take out

You hang out like normal people

Which neither of you are, but you’re both fine with that

Paranormal Investigator Mark is obsessed with figuring you out

Nearly had a panic attack when he first saw you

He wanted to prove the supernatural exists, but he didn’t have a lot of evidence before

And then your mystical-ass came along

Like the Jims, he tried to get pictures, and they all ended up blurry

He threw a fit over it, and you felt kinda bad

You tried to take the picture yourself but it came out the same

He gave up after a while

He info dumps about paranormal stuff to you

It can last from 5 minutes to 5 hours

You do pay attention though, and that makes him happy

He takes you on investigations sometimes

You don’t do much except break shit with those giant wings of yours

He stopped taking you on investigations

Cooliplier is not sure what to think

You have wings! Great! There’s absolutely nothing he can do about that

Not the most normal, but not the weirdest either

He tends to put on a tough-guy persona around new people

You were a lil intimidated

Then you became friends and mans did a full 180 around you

Went from “Your daughter calls me daddy too” to “I’ll have her home by 9 sir”

His personality is sort of a mix of the two

Catch you both screaming the lyrics to Mr. Brightside at 12:00 am

Took you to a mosh pit once

You got kicked out cause of the wings

He felt bad, but you had fun

He teaches you how to dance and roller skate

You also go for rides on his motorcycle

Once you just started flying while he was driving and it was the most fun shit ever

You’re “buds”, as he often tells you

Goopiplier likes you a lot

They like having another not-completely-human creature to talk to

I mean, some of the others aren’t exactly human…

But they’re not the best conversationalists…

Then again, neither is goop.

They mention the Dark Gods ONCE and suddenly no one wants to talk to them…

But you do!! Yay!!!

You mostly just hang out, do whatever

Watch movies, play games, or just talk

They like to draw you

They’re not very good, but you keep them all anyways

Sometimes they do… rituals. While you’re around

You are… a little scared, but that’s okay!

You have sleepovers and act like teenagers

You mock the others and then giggle, getting louder as you go

They’re not that funny, but you had to be there

Elder Jeremiah is terrified of you

He nearly pissed his pants when he saw you

He thought he was finally going to have to pay for his sins

He started crying, and you panicked

Why the FUCK was this 20-something-year-old well-dressed man crying at you???

He dropped his bike and fell to his fucking knees and begged for forgiveness

You felt very uncomfortable with the whole situation

You told him to get up bc he was dirtying up his pants

He eventually stopped crying and you told him you were not an angel

Also not a demon, as you said when he asked

He avoids you, mostly, still thinking you’re gonna drag him down to hell

He stopped the uh. The stealing since you came around

He will hang around/with you sometimes to see if you “reveal your true form”

You haven’t yet, and never will, BUT WHEN YOU DO, HE’LL BE THERE

He does think you’re very nice, though

Preistiplier thinks you’re an angel sent to assist him

He is doing holy work, it only makes sense that He would send a helper

He was disappointed, to say the least

He then came to the conclusion that you lost your memory of being an angel

You couldn’t exactly dispute it, since you don’t remember

So, he takes you on hunts

You don’t do much except make a bunch of fucking NOISE with your WINGS

He’d hoped you’d smite the demons

Or at least scare them, but they know you’re not an angel

He still takes you on hunts because, he’d never admit it, but he… gets scared

You promised not to tell a soul

You confess your sins to him sometimes

They’re usually not what he considers sins, but he listens anyways

He thinks you are a good person, and he enjoys conversations with you

Heistiplier was just normal around you

Well… as normal as he can be

You’d enjoy his company a lot more if he didn’t have such a god complex

You still like him a lot

He likes you too

Even if you did refuse to rob a bank with him

He’s a very… exciting person

Though you don’t really want to be around him when he gets upset

The entire world literally seems to revolve around what he does

He’s a drama queen, and completely feral

It’s worrying at times

You two are normal friends

Playing video games, watching youtube, etc. etc.

You listen to his stories and wonder how he's not dead yet

But you can admit, he's really fucking funny

[vs-redemption]

for the character ask game: Luck, Magna, Finral, Gauche and Vanessa

From Cindy: Hey anon! I’m sorry this took so long to post! I just had to really think about some of these! It was super fun to write though, so thank you so much!

*Sorry this is so long!*

Luck Voltia

First impression

I had a tough time getting over the fact that his English VA was the same as Midoriya from BNHA at first, but thankfully that went away pretty fast. I pretty much loved Luck immediately though. I heard him trying to fight people with that crazy look on his face and was sold. I also lost my mind a bit when they started calling him the “cheery berserker.” Like, please give me a nickname like this please.

Impression now

I still love Luck a lot! My initial reasoning still stands, but I’ve also enjoyed that we’ve had a few peeks into his past and inner workings of his mind to understand not only WHY he acts the way he does but also gain an understanding that he has complex emotions and isn’t just a crazy fighting machine.

Favorite moment

All Luck moments are great, but I always laugh when I think about the time Mereoleona blasted into the Black Bulls hideout to kidnap people for training. Everyone else looked horrified to be dragged away by her fire claw arms, but Luck just has this super happy excited look on his face! He’s so cute.

Idea for a story

What about Luck discovering he loves a hobby other than fighting? Like singing or drawing? Or an AU where he’s in a boy band or something ahaha

Unpopular opinion

I do love his friendship with Magna, but I do feel like it’s a bit unbalanced at times and maybe toxic for Magna. I’ve said this before, but Magna is pretty sensitive and seems to get genuinely upset when Luck manages to outperform him, especially when Luck managed to get into the magic knights and he didn’t. Luck is also kinda blunt about things sometimes, and even if he doesn’t really mean any harm by it, it makes me feel bad for Magna.

Favorite relationship

Despite what I just said, of course I enjoy Luck and Magna’s relationship. Luck inspires Magna to get stronger, and Magna is patient enough to endure Luck’s antics while also serving as an example of what human relationships should look like since poor Luck has such a weird, unhealthy relationship/attachment to his mom.

Favorite headcanon

It’s hard to imagine Luck in a romantic relationship since he’s just a small ball of crazy energy, but I’d like to think he’d be super warm and cuddly with someone he loves.

Magna Swing

First impression

I had a hard time knowing how I felt about Magna at first. I never disliked him but I went back and forth about him a lot and I’m not sure why. I’m naturally drawn to characters associated with fire, so I liked his magic right away. I suppose it took me a while to get used to his personality though. I think his appearance threw me off a bit too.

Impression now

I’m cool with Magna! He acts loud and tough all the time, but inside he’s actually really sweet. He’s a hard worker, which I respect, and he deeply cares about his friends and teammates in the black bulls.

Favorite moment

I like when he introduced that new vanishing fireball attack (I think against Asta in the royal knight exam). That was so cool that he adapted his power and learned from the mistakes from previous fights. I also just love any time he freaks out and starts batting fireballs at Luck. It’s funny. Or any time he screams about his crazy cyclone.

Idea for a story

What if someone wrote a fic where Magna joins the Crimson Lions instead of the Black Bulls? He could train his fire magic with the Vermillion family. That might be neat.

Unpopular opinion

Magna isn’t really my type, looks wise, but I definitely did a double take during the elf fights when his sunglasses were off and his hair was all disheveled.

Favorite relationship

I really like Magna’s relationship with Yami. Magna really respects the captain, and it’s nice to see them go out and do their gambling together even though it usually ends up with them returning empty handed and naked. haha

Favorite headcanon

Magna seems pretty shy about relationship stuff. He looks and acts like a punk, but I bet he’d be a perfect gentleman to his significant other. I can imagine him defending their honor or just taking care of any assholes who try to bully them.

Finral Roulacase

First impression

Oh Finral! It’s hard to remember clearly, but I think I felt disappointed with him at first. He was just kind of this guy that was obsessed with getting a date and used by Yami for making portals. I didn’t like how lazy and unmotivated he seemed.

Impression now

I am a firm believer that Finral is a precious bean and I love him so much! Now that I know where his insecurities come from, I can understand and sympathize with his nervousness and low self-confidence. I absolutely love how he’s been working harder and learning to use his magic in more useful ways to become a more valuable member of the team though. He’s starting to stand up for himself and become not only a better magic knight, but a better person in general too. (Although his flirting never bugged me that much)

Favorite moment

I don’t like that Finral got hurt so badly, but the moment where Langris was attacking him and every member of the black bulls rushed to stop him was really powerful. It showed that he was a loved member of the squad, plus the whole fact that he was finally making a stand against his brother was a big deal for him.

Idea for a story

I’d like to read anything about Finral with someone, either a friend or partner, who gives him lots of affection and verbal praise so the poor guy can build up his confidence a little. He deserves that. Smother him with love and affection! Do it!

Unpopular opinion

I don’t really care for the whole “competing to marry Lady Finesse” thing. I want Finral to find happiness and be able to have a comfortable and respected role within his family, but I’m not too concerned about if he ends up with her.

Favorite relationship

I’ve been thinking about this for a few minutes and I honestly can’t come up with one, which is sad. Maybe I’m forgetting someone but it doesn’t seem like Finral has any close relationships/friendships. I know he’s friends with everyone in the Black Bulls but nobody stands out as being especially close to him.

Favorite headcanon

Finral probably has a lot of guilty pleasure hobbies that help him manage his anxiety. For example baking, knitting, reading romance novels, or listening to cheesy love songs.

 Vanessa Enoteca

First impression

I feel like I was just curious and confused about most of the Black Bulls when they were first introduced because they all seemed like… lazy or unmotivated, so I didn’t understand why they were even in the magic knights or how they passed the exam. Turns out Yami just hands out Black Bull robes like Halloween candy. lolol

Impression now

I like the growth her character has gone through during the series. She seemed like a lazy drunk at first, but when she is motivated she is REALLY motivated. Her loyalty to the Black Bulls is so absolute that it seems like she’d sacrifice ANYTHING or pay any price for her friends.

Favorite moment

When she goes back to the witch queen and offers to give up her freedom to try and save Asta’s arms. It is such a selfless thing to do and it just shows how much Vanessa loves her teammates.

Idea for a story

Uh… a soulmate AU that involves her red thread magic?

Unpopular opinion

I thought it was kind of random that she apparently has a crush on Yami. Like, its fine… I also have a crush on Yami, but I didn’t think it was necessary. Her admiration for him could just be platonic and that would be just as meaningful.

Favorite relationship

Either her relationship with Finral or her relationship with Yami probably. Even though I’m not a huge fan of the green in Finral’s hair, I think it’s cute that he came to Vanessa for advice and that she wants to help him reinvent himself.

Favorite headcanon

Why did I just think of Vanessa and Gordon running an apothecary together? They can just brew potions and poisons together and it would be great. I don’t know.

Gauche Adlai

First impression

Was I supposed to have any other impression than that he was a super creepy sister lover? haha

Impression now

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over the sister thing. That actually upsets me because everything else about Gauche is so cool to me. His magic is really awesome, and I love how unique and creative it is. And honestly, I don’t even care that he’s obsessed with his sister. I get that she’s the only family he really had and that he’s protective, but it doesn’t have to be that weird. It really doesn’t.

Favorite moment

I really liked when he used his magic to make a bunch of doubles of Asta, and every other time he caved and actually worked together with other members of the Black bulls. I also like whenever he blasts Asta with a mirror out of nowhere because Marie said something about liking him. Poor Asta has no idea why he’s getting attacked.

Idea for a story

Oh! How about Gauche taking over the church where his sister lives and becoming the protector of all the children? Or he could run a “scared straight” program where he intimidates delinquents into becoming better citizens.

Unpopular opinion

I’m not sure but I think most of his lines about Marie are actually hilarious. Like when he wouldn’t attack Sally’s monster thing because it looked like Marie. That was amusing. It’s just that when his nose starts bleeding and stuff, that makes it go from funny to awkward and creepy.

Favorite relationship

I’ll go with his relationship with the nun. He is such an asshole to her, but she throws it back without hesitation.

Favorite headcanon

I have no idea, but can we start shipping him with that scales dude (Damnatio Kira). I just thought of that and it’s making me happy to imagine it.

[thepoeticfirefly]

Always You (Chanyeol x Reader// Baekhyun x Reader) Two

Summary: She never intended to fall in love with her best friend knowing that doing so will hurt what they already have. But what she never wanted was to hurt them both in expense of her feelings (to edit if i think of a better summary than this crap)

Genre: Angst/Fluff; high school to college au; chanyeol & baekhyun x fem!reader

Disclaimer: this story is mine and any stories with a similar plot is a coincidence. this is story is purely my imagination; moodboard is mine, i really worked hard doing it and I know it's not that good but it was my first time doing one but it was fun😆

Warnings: some profanities mentioned

Word Count: 1.8k+ agaaaain

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Chanyeol sat on a chair by a food truck, rocking back and forth as he waited for his friends and Mi Soo to arrive. Chanyeol giggled to himself at the thought of meeting up with Mi Soo on a Saturday, though his friends will be there, he was still excited at the mere thought of Mi Soo.

He found himself reminiscing the first time he ever met Mi Soo, biting the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from smiling to not get judged by the passing strangers.

It was the Halloween of their 9th grade and Chanyeol has dressed himself as Iron Man. He was greatly pleased with his appearance, even more when he saw the expression of people gawking at him. He had kept it secret from Y/N and Baekhyun and Chanyeol felt pleased with himself when Y/N and Baekhyun couldn’t stop ogling at him.

Baekhyun dressed as a Mummy that almost beat Chanyeol’s Iron Man while Y/N wore a Slytherin uniform from Harry Potter. Though amazed at the scale of Baekhyun’s and Chanyeol’s costume were, Y/N couldn’t help but jokingly complain how plain she looked beside the overly dressed and very much efforted costumes of her two best friends.

“I was very excited to show you guys my costume but damn did you beat me” YN bellowed, laughing as they walked to their classroom. On their way, Y/N kept on praising the school for finally having a fun event after not having any events at all. Chanyeol and Baekhyun had heard Y/N go on and on about this Halloween party for months now but they couldn’t help but agree. It was an event the three of them have been looking forward to, and they could only hope for the day to be perfect.

When they did reach the classroom, Y/N and Baekhyun laughed at Chanyeol who couldn’t sit in fear of breaking his Iron Man costume. At first, Chanyeol found it funny too but as time passed, he couldn’t find it funny anymore as Chanyeol felt himself going numb and tired from hours of standing.

Not wanting to waste his precious costume, Chanyeol forced Y/N and Baekhyun out of their seats and dragged them around the campus. Chanyeol felt proud when students stopped and gawk at him, sometimes even asking for pictures. Y/N and Baekhyun only found this amusing. After taking pictures here and there, the three of them decided to rest under their usual spot.

“Aw, poor ChanChan” Baekhyun teased causing a boisterous laugh from Y/N. The two of them have been teasing Chanyeol not stop and Y/N could almost collapse from laughing, wiping away her tears every once in a while.

“You two are just jealous I’m more awesome than you guys” Chanyeol said pettily causing them to laugh even more.

“Yeol-ah, you look cool but-” Y/N laughed again, unable to finish her sentence. Chanyeol huffed, not in the mood anymore because of how tired he was. All he wanted to do was sit, maybe even lie down. But he was determined to not break and enjoy his time as Iron Man.

Chanyeol began to walk away and Y/N stopped from laughing, standing up “Yeol-ah, where are you going?” Y/N asked worriedly, beginning to feel bad about laughing at him.

“I’m gonna buy food” Chanyeol replied without looking back. He could still hear Baekhyun laughing in the background, making him feel upset. Suddenly, he stopped when he felt someone hold his hand, stopping him.

“Are you mad?” Y/N asked, looking up at Chanyeol worriedly. Chanyeol felt a bit guilty at making her worried so he gave her a comforting smile and said

“I’m not, I’m just hungry. I’ll come back, don’t worry” Y/N nodded, squeezing Chanyeol’s metal Iron Man hand before letting go. Y/N went back to Baekhyun whom she smacked in the head, reprimanding him that they crossed the line.

Chanyeol fall in line in a Crêpe shop, people looking at him in awe. Chanyeol felt better again as people continued to gawk at him. The person in front of him suddenly turned around, both of them gasping in surprise when they saw each other. The person was dressed as Kaonashi from Spirited Away and Chanyeol couldn’t help but feel slightly scared when he saw the person.

After calming down, the person suddenly spoke “Woah, so cool~” The person cooed with a voice of a girl. Chanyeol felt himself blushing from the girl’s compliment.

“T-thanks” He stuttered, clearing his voice to appear more manly. The girl removed her mask and Chanyeol felt himself freeze when he saw how beautiful she was.

“My name’s Mi Soo, Han Mi Soo, how about you?” Chanyeol gulped, removing his Iron Man mask to greet her properly “I’m Chanyeol, Park Chanyeol” Mi Soo grinned at him, taking his hand to shake it.

Chanyeol giggled to himself as he remembered that moment. He just couldn’t believe it. He was finally going to a date with Mi Soo, though with his best friends. When she rejected him years ago, telling him that she already had a boyfriend, Chanyeol was devastated. But somehow got to move on with the help of his friends. But talking to her again after years and actually becoming friends, Chanyeol’s forgotten feelings somehow crept up his heart once again.

Chanyeol was snapped out of his trance when he felt someone tap him from behind. Turning around, Chanyeol’s face turned red when he saw Mi Soo standing there, with her white dress that made her look modest and elegant at the same time.

“Hi” Mi Soo said timidly, Chanyeol replying an almost breathless “Hi” back. However, their moment was broken when he heard someone shout his name. Turning to the source of the sound, he saw Baekhyun and Y/N running towards them.

When they reached them, Y/N and Baekhyun stood beside Chanyeol making him stand between them. Rather than on Chanyeol, their attention laid on Mi Soo who fidgeted under their intimidating stare. Chanyeol felt himself getting nervous as to what his best friends would do.

“Aren’t you gonna introduce us to your lady friend, Yeol-ah?” Y/N asked teasingly. Baekhyun glanced at her and his eyebrows flicked up for a second before letting his eyes go back to Mi Soo.

Mi Soo’s lip twitched, intimidated and a bit annoyed at Y/N, but told herself to not judge yet as she didn’t know her yet.

“Ah, right” Chanyeol cleared his throat, walking to Mi Soo’s side that made them both blush “This is Han Mi Soo, my...friend” After their introductions, they finally went to the amusement park.

Han Mi Soo is something. She was weird yet endearing and lovely at the same time. She was kind and Y/N hated herself for hating such a nice person. If they were in a different situation, Y/N would have totally liked her. But no, Han Mi Soo held the heart of the person Y/N yearns most of. And for that, she could not like Han Mi Soo.

Despite not liking Mi Soo, Y/N did try to act nice. Mi Soo wasn’t a bitch so Y/N had to be nice. Y/N felt pathetic. All she could do was watch as Chanyeol and Mi Soo be lovey dovey, and glare at them from the back and wished she was the one in Chanyeol’s arms instead.

It was night time and the four of them were in line for the Ferris Wheel. Chanyeol and Mi Soo was in front while Baekhyun made sure to stand in between them and Y/N, trying to block Y/N’s view. It made him sick. It was sick that Chanyeol didn’t know he was hurting Y/N. It made Baekhyun so sick that he can’t even look at any of the three of them.

“Baekhyun! Baekhyun!” Chanyeol whispered-shout gaining Baekhyun’s attention. Chanyeol made a sign saying that he and Mi Soo would go ahead and that Baekhyun and Y/N should stay behind.

Baekhyun gulped at this, looking at his back to see Y/N on her phone. When he looked back to Chanyeol, he and Mi Soo had already went ahead and got on one of the pods. Baekhyun turned to look at Y/N who has also noticed too. Y/N was about to run but Baekhyun held an arm to stop her, shaking his head as she pleaded him with her eyes.

The Ferris Wheel started rotating again and Y/N swatted Baekhyun’s arm away from her, whispering painfully “Why?” Her eyes held tears in them and he felt his heart break with hers.

“Baekhyun-ah...what...wha...” Y/N stuttered, a tear falling down her cheeks. They heard the conductor call for them and they went into the pod without exchanging any words.

The Ferris Wheel start to rotate again and Baekhyun and Y/N refused to meet each other’s eyes. The atmosphere was heavy that both of them could feel it. How Y/N’s heart shatter and Baekhyun’s heart ache for her.

“I don’t like it” Y/N said, her arms around her legs. Baekhyun looked at her from his seat across from her, silent as he continued to listen to her.

“I don’t like anything about right now” Y/N sobbed as she continued “I’m right here for him, why can’t he see that?”

“Y/N...” Baekhyun trailed off.

“I feel like I’m changing and I don’t like it” She stopped, burying her head in her arms.

“I feel like he’s getting farther and farther away and I hate it”

When they got off the Ferris Wheel, Chanyeol and Mi Soo was already waiting for them.

The world seemed to crumble when she saw their hands intertwined. Chanyeol smiled so wide, raising up their intertwined hands and bellowed “Y/N! Baekhyun! Meet my girlfriend!”

“You like her that much, huh?” Y/N whispered but they all heard it. Oblivious, Chanyeol replied an excited “Yeah!” turning to face his girlfriend, holding her hand to his face to kiss it. Mi Soo blushed and it seems as though the new couple was too lost in their own world to notice Y/N crying.

Baekhyun stood in front of Y/N, blocking her view and blocking the other two from seeing her distress.

“Baekhyun” Y/N huffed out in between breaths. Baekhyun held her face in his hands, wiping away her tears. Baekhyun whispered to her comfortingly, trying to calm her down. Baekhyun has never seen her this broken and at that moment, he promised to himself to never let anything make her cry again. Because seeing her cry make his heart break. All Baekhyun knew was that he didn’t want to see her sad ever again.

Baekhyun took Y/N’s hand and gently led her away from the couple who failed to notice their exit. Baekhyun took her home that night, never letting her hand go until she fell asleep. After he was sure that Y/N was alright, Baekhyun left her room, turning off her lamp on his way out. He bid her a silent good night and then he was off.

A/N

I really suck in writing the ending of a chapter AAAUUGH 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

[akp-1327]

dear diary // chapter one

Hi, everyone! This is the first chapter of the new series I’ve started. I hope you enjoy and stick around for future chapters! 💕

Find a series “description” and other detailing here!

Word Count: ~ 5.3k

(*) Warnings: none

July 16th, 2020

Dear Diary,

Nothing would make me happier than to visit the city. The bright lights, the busy streets, the shops, the smell of car exhaust. For all the wonders I’d discover, for all the opportunities I’d face. For the experience, for the fun.

Living in a small town is boring. It’s the same, day after day. Then as soon as you bat an eye, you’ve turned eighteen and have barely left the state. Some would call me a hobbit, some would call me lazy. But it’s hard to get out of town when your family can’t really leave because of their job and you’re too scared to learn how to drive.

The diner that my parents own is great; awesome pancakes, delicious milkshakes, and every single pie flavor you could ever imagine. It’s called the Golden Griddle and it’s located right in the heart of Cedar Cove, Oregon. You’d have to be blind to miss the sunny yellow paint (that’s ever so slowly chipping away, but don’t tell my dad) smeared on the bricks.

Anyway. I’m Charlotte, but you knew that already, didn’t you? Of course you did. Well, if you needed a reminder of my sob-worthy life story...my brother and I are adopted. But you probably remembered that, right? Wow, I need to stop ranting about how you probably remember me. You’re a literal book for God’s sake.

Wait; back on topic. I want to go to see the city. So badly. Oh, and have I mentioned that I got accepted into my dream school? New York University, here I come. How have I not written about that yet? Holy crap. NYU preparations have been coming along nicely. I already have half my room packed and almost all my dorm stuff that my mom insists on buying. My brother Henry, too. He’s going to Ohio State on a football scholarship and a desire to pursue athletic training. Big dreams!

Me, you ask? Good gracious, Diary, stop interrupting! (Oh boy, I’m talking to myself. Skye would laugh...). I’m pursuing acting and theater, of course. A major in drama and a minor in production. I’m chasing the sun here, okay? I am a future Broadway star and actress with dreams as far as the eye can see!

I am ecstatic to make the big move at the beginning of August. More updates to come. Sorry if this ending was abrupt. My dad made his famous chili tonight and I gotta go get it while it’s hot and before Henry inhales it all like the vacuum he is.

Yours, Charlotte :)

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The faint, familiar smell of spices filled my senses as I put the old and tattered diary down. It was a gift I got years and years ago from a friend, but I never used it. May as well start before the wild ride of my new life starts, right?

I threw my blonde hair into a bun as I walked out of my room, avoiding boxes piled up high on the floor. Right as I stepped into the hallway, however, my foot met a ball of fluff curled right outside my doorway.

“Aw, Cooper,” I cooed, leaning down and scooping the little snowball I called a dog into my arms, cradling him close, “you’re missing all the food downstairs, buddy!”

A small whimper came from him as I made my way down the stairs. Henry was spread out on the couch and watching some sort of European soccer, er, football on the TV.

“Hey, just in time!” Henry smiled, waving me over to sit next to him. I obliged, setting Cooper down onto the floor and taking a seat next to him. 

...It was crazy how he was twice my size. And how I was the older one by three whole minutes.

“What’s up, Henry?” I asked, nudging his arm. A laugh escaped his throat as he gestured to the screen and unpaused the video (wait, it was paused this entire time?). I watched the screen to see a player get hit in the head with a soccer ball.

“Hah!” Henry laughed, his deep pitch echoing off the walls. I gasped and swatted his arm.

“Henry! Laughing at someone else’s pain is so rude! What if he got a concussion that ended his career?” I said, a twinge of amusement in my tone. All in all, I loved to see my brother get all flustered. He was such a goody-two-shoes that even something like this comment would make him blow a gasket--

“He’s laughing, sis. I don’t think the dude’s hurt.” Henry said, his tone smug. Maybe college was finally really going to his head.

I shook my head with both surprise and disappointment as I stood up, gesturing for the walking vacuum to follow suit. “C’mon, knucklehead. Dinner’s almost ready.”

We both walked into the kitchen to see the finishing arrangements being set up for dinner; Mom was retrieving bowls and utensils as Dad strained the water from the elbow macaroni at the sink.

“You two are in here early,” Mom teased, giving us a side glare as she placed the bowls and spoons on the counter, “what about?”

A sweet, innocent smile crossed my face as I batted my eyelashes at her. “It just smells so good that I couldn’t stay away!”

“I’ve heard that one before, you jest. Come get your bowls.” Mom chuckled, stepping away. Henry and I grabbed a bowl right as Dad turned to us.

“Get it while it’s hot!” Dad said, grabbing a bowl of his own. Henry and I both dove for the noodles and chili, somehow managing to get our servings without making a complete mess like we usually do. It’s crazy to think of how people mature over time...

The old seats at the table squeaked as we all sat down and started to dig into our chili. A comfortable silence blanketed the table and just as I got used to it, Mom broke it.

“So, you two have been packing, yes? Even the stuff you aren’t bringing?” Mom asked sweetly, dabbing a napkin at the corners of her mouth. She’d always been the politest one in the family; too bad no one else at the table had her mannerisms.

“My room is basically packed except for some of my clothes and books,” I said in between chews of the (extremely hot) chili in my mouth, “but otherwise I’m good.”

Henry nodded and pointed his thumb at me, his eyes never leaving his bowl. “Mhmm.”

“That’s great! Your flights leave in only a matter of days!” Dad cheered, giving Mom a high five. It was such a weird but common thing to see parents do: act like teenagers.

“You sound excited about that?” Henry questioned. I looked over to see half his bowl already gone. 

Mom heaved a sigh.

“We’re excited for you both to finally experience the world. We can’t wait for your lives to truly start!” Mom said, a smile encompassing her features. Her kind, brown eyes flitted between Henry and me.

“You two have the world at your fingertips,” Dad added, glancing at Mom. They shared a fond look. 

At that moment, for the briefest second, I wished that I had a connection like that; a soulmate, someone who you could spill your heart out to. Someone who you could love and be loved by. Someone who’d want nothing more than to see you happy. 

Also at that moment, I decided that I would make it a small goal of mine to make this wish come true during my time at NYU.

*

*

My blankets were soft around my legs as I sat propped up against my pillows. Leila and I had been talking on the phone all night. I felt like I was in that moment in Mean Girls where Gretchen was switching between Cady, Karen, and Regina. Except...I wasn’t switching between anyone at the moment. 

Leila Maciel is my best friend. She’s someone with a sarcastic personality and a snarky remark to anything. She’s as smart as a whip and could, without a doubt, put you in your place if you stepped out of line with her intimidating strength. Though, she also has a soft and caring side that she only reveals to those who she deems trustworthy. A confident, kind, and bold girl indeed. 

We’ve been friends for our entire high school careers, but it feels like I’ve known her my entire life.

During our freshman year, Leila was in an extremely toxic relationship. Her ex-girlfriend, a “sweet” but a rather manipulative girl, was to blame for our friendship. This girl, Sadie, ticked all of Leila’s boxes; beautiful, smart, compassionate, sweet... 

Remember that Leila and I had only known each other for a month at this point.

Leila and Sadie’s relationship was adorable from the outside. Both bright-eyed and bushy-tailed freshmen with hearts in their eyes. It was something you’d see in a more realistic version of High School Musical because let’s be real...those movies aren’t realistic. (I still love them, though!)

About a year into their relationship, though, Sadie transformed from sweet to sour. She used Leila to get what she wanted like she was her very own puppet. Her antics ranged from cheating on tests to almost stealing a designer handbag before I intervened. Then, like the cherry on top of this extremely nasty sundae, Sadie revealed that she cheated on Leila with a college girl for the majority of their relationship. Let’s just say that their relationship was terminated seconds after that bombshell blew up.

Leila was broken for months. She truly believed that she loved Sadie, but upon further examination, I found that Leila felt guilty whenever she had the opportunity to say no. It had never been any sort of love; it was an obligation. Also after that relationship, Leila decided that instead of focusing on liking girls, she’d be open and love anyone. She was sick of limits.

So, here we are today.

Now, as we talked on the phone, I thought about how she’d also be going to NYU, majoring in business. We were roommates! It was like a dream come true.

“Uh, Charlotte?” Leila asked with a laugh. “You alive?”

Reality snapped back into place as I blinked my eyes rapidly. “Oh, uh, yeah. What’d you say?”

“Did you buy a fan for our dorm?” Leila asked monotonously. This made me laugh for some odd reason. “Dear Lord, what’s so funny?”

Honestly, though. What was funny, Charlotte? One could say that I was losing my mind.

“I don’t know, spur of the moment? But otherwise, yes; I got the one you pointed out at Target.” I said, surprising myself with how even my voice sounded. A familiar hum came from the other end of the line in response.

“Cool. Then you’re all set to go for next week?” Leila asked, her voice making it sound like she was smiling. I laughed again and nodded to myself.

“Yes!” Was all I could say.

Leila’s sigh was so loud that I could swear that I felt her breath through the phone. “You’re not stressing out over this, are you?”

My eyes widened at her question. Was I stressing out about this? I’d been packing for days on end without breaks. I had folded, re-folded, and re-re-folded all of my clothes several times in my duffel bag. I had splurged on so many things, like that fan Leila mentioned, without a second thought. I don’t think I’ve had a proper shower in almost a week; I was too busy being a nervous wreck.

“Maybe a little bit, but not too much,” I responded, my tone a bit somber as I tried to conceal my lie. My fingers twirled the fringed fabric of my tie blanket around as I waited for Leila’s retort.

“Stressing out over this is like a circle, Charlotte. It’s pointless,” Leila said, her voice starting to reveal her exhaustion, “and you need to relax. We’ll be fine.”

Thoughts buzzed through my mind as I contemplated her words. Would we be fine? Is “fine” even the correct word to describe this situation? How about rephrasing the entire statement entirely by saying “there is a chance that we’ll survive, but it definitely ain’t high.”? That version was more accurate, in all honesty. Moving across the country for school didn’t sound like a situation that could only earn the word “fine”.

“Aren’t you worried, though? A big city, a new city, a scary city...we’re diving into the deep end here, Leila! We have no idea what the hell we’re doing!” I panicked, squeezing my eyes closed.

Now it was Leila’s turn to laugh uncontrollably. Though, hers was more of a witch’s cackle.

“Wow, okay. First of all, we’ll stick together. Second, not knowing what we’re doing is all apart of the college experience. We’ll seriously be okay if we stick together.” Leila assured, still laughing - she never was the sympathetic type in these types of situations.

“If you think so, then I guess I need to believe it.” I yawned, tucking myself further into my blankets. Leila broke out into a yawn as well, making me think that she was actually tired for once (the girl was the definition of a night owl).

“We should get some sleep. We’ll have plenty of time to talk later.” Leila stated. I could imagine her rolling her brown eyes at her own words. A laugh escaped me instead of the hum I intended on.

“Jesus, why do you keep laughing? Why do you have so much energy?” Leila groaned, making my laughter subside.

“I honestly don’t know, I’m a complete and utter mess. We’ll text tomorrow?” I suspired, resting my arm over my eyes to completely block out this embarrassing reality.

“You bet. Love you lots.” Leila said. Her declarations of love truly became more meaningful after that whole spectacle with Sadie. She had a ginormous heart of gold beneath that rough exterior.

“Love you more! Good night!” I said, hanging up after she murmured a farewell. I tossed my phone onto the soft fabric of my blanket and stared up at the ceiling, a nostalgic feeling washing over me. All of the nights during elementary school where I’d do this exact thing, except I would be thinking about my Barbie dolls or my recess adventures. Now, I thought about the future and what waited for me.

College better live up to its well-known reputation.

*

*

Before I could comprehend what was even happening, I was standing in the middle of Portland’s airport with the arms of my family around me. 

Days legitimately whizzed past with nothing short of a greeting. I mean, it was already August 4th...somehow.

“You have all your bags, right?” Dad asked, his voice wavering the slightest bit. I looked down at my belongings for the fourth time; a large duffel bag of clothes, a chest full of dorm stuff and personal items (including that stupid fan, yes), and a very large and heavy carry-on stuffed with all of my technology. And, for the fourth time, I confirmed that I had everything.

“It’s all here, Dad. For the last time.” I giggled, shaking my head. He could only respond with his usual eye roll and grin.

“What about Leila? Are you completely positive that she’s on your flight?” Mom asked, her eyes inspecting mine. A sigh freed itself from my lungs as I nodded.

“She’s already waiting for me by the baggage area, Mom. You even saw her when we walked in, remember?” I stated, returning her inspecting gaze as she fondly smiled in remembrance.

My hands were reaching down to pick up my bags before Henry lightly punched my shoulder. “Wait, whoa, where’s the love, sis?”

“It’s hiding from you,” I teased, punching his shoulder before I pulled him close for a tight hug, “I’m gonna miss you bunches, you know.”

Henry’s grip tightened before he pulled back to show me the tears in his eyes. I gave him a sad smile, knowing that familiar look in his eye; he agreed but didn’t want to admit it.

“Don’t worry, Henry. I’ll only be a call away if you ever need to talk to me,” I said, putting my hands on his shoulders, “and I’ll be a nine hours’ drive away if you ever need me in person.”

He cracked a smile that was identical to my own and let out a deep breath that turned into a shaky laugh.

“Shut up, midget. Go catch your flight.” Henry laughed, shaking his head to compose himself. His blonde hair was tucked away in a red hat with a big, fancy ‘O’ embroidered in gray and black on its face. My heart swelled with pride to see it, too.

“Ditto!” I laughed while reaching down to grab my bags. “Well, I ought to get going. Leila’s been waiting on me for a while”

“Travel safely and call us when you land, no matter the time!” Mom said, hugging Dad and pulling Henry close. My eyes burned with tears as I nodded.

“Can do,” I shakily breathed, “I love you guys.”

Mom blew kisses my way and Dad smiled. Even Henry gave me a rare, genuine grin. I waved, and with a final glance, turned around and headed to the gate that was just behind me without looking back.

The weight of the bags in my hands doubled with each step towards Leila. She was sitting in the waiting area, her bags all around her, scrolling through her phone. Her straight black shoulder length hair was accessorized with a jade green headband, matching her comfy outfit that consisted of a matching jade green tee and a pair of workout leggings.

“Took you long enough, you slowpoke!” Leila smiled, patting the blue seat next to her as she tucked her phone in her backpack. I dropped my bags in relief as I sat down next to her. “How emotional were your parents?”

“Enough to make me almost cry?” I laughed, wiping the wetness below my eyes. “Well, maybe I did cry a little.”

Leila laughed and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “It doesn’t take much to make you cry, Charlotte. But I am beyond glad to see that you held in most of your alligator tears.”

We both laughed, though our laughter faded after about a minute, turning into a stressed silence...

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” I said while taking a deep breath. After almost a year of building up the nerves, the day was finally here.  College...adulthood...life...

Leila turned to me, her eyes showing the most vulnerability that I’ve ever seen in them, and took a deep breath with me. “We may be crazy, but at least we’re crazy together.”

*

*

Bag security was a surprising breeze; little to no lines and no troubles. The security guys even smiled at me. Talk about weird.

Waiting for the flight time was tiring. I did, however, get a text from Henry saying that he’d successfully reached his gate and would be taking off for Ohio at dusk. So that was at least something to keep me occupied for a good two minutes.

Another distraction was to play matchmaker with Leila. It was our favorite pastime in high school, so why not continue the tradition?

“Ooh, that business guy over there wearing the red tie, and...” Leila trailed off, scanning the rows of seats until her eyes focused on a woman talking animatedly on the phone only a few feet away, “her.”

“Wait, the Adrian Raines-looking guy paired with that preppy woman?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. Leila hummed with approval next to me, making me cringe immediately; why, and how, would that work? They were polar opposites!

“Leila, listen. He looks like the type of guy that’d bite your head off if you gave him the wrong coffee order and she looks like the type of girl to organize a charity event. It’s all in the eyes and the cheekbones, even the eyebrows.” I explained, shaking my head. Leila, however, disagreed like she always did.

“They’d balance each other out. He’d soften up and she’d harden up. It’s that simple! Plus, it helps that they’re both very attractive...” Leila smirked, her eyes examining them both with a wistful sigh.

“And they’re probably much older than us, so don’t even get ahead of yourself.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “But back on topic. Are you talking about the whole ‘opposites attract’ lore? Because that’s just not...plausible. Maybe it is in the movies--”

Leila let out an exasperated breath that hindered the rest of my thought. “It is plausible, though! Just think about how you would feel in this situation. Would you want a guy who has a prickly exterior and a mushy-gushy heart?”

My heart started to palpitate as my hands started to sweat. I have learned to loathe Leila’s ‘boy talk’ because it’d always turn into her setting me up with guys that were either way out of my league or guys that just didn’t meet my expectations.

Her question, though, did deserve some deep thought. I guess I can set my pride aside for a mere second and give her some sort of approbation...

So, the question on the table: did I really have a thing for those types of people? Snarky but also impossibly soft? I guess I’ve never really been invested in relationships of my own. The idea of romance, sure, but not for me. It just never really seemed as important as the ACT or my GPA. I’m starting to regret my valedictorian title; I focused so hard on my studies that I forgot about the fun aspect of high school like the average, rebellious boyfriend with a leather coat and a motorcycle.

“You know what, Leila?” I started, carefully testing this ground as to not lead her down the matchmaking rabbit hole, “I would like a guy like that. A sarcastic and snarky guy with a secret soft side? Yes, please. Oh, and glasses that he’d push up his nose when he was frustrated? Even better.”

An uncharacteristic snicker escaped Leila; she was never one to snicker like that, and now that I actually think about it, our boy talk always had that stereotypical effect on her. Man, this hobby was melting her brain. Is there any research out there on how the quietest whisper of romance can turn the human brain to goo? If so, I need to get my hands on it ASAP. 

“I knew that you had a thing for that! I’ve been scoping this out for years, Charlotte!”

Of course she has.

“Glad you’ve been looking out for me. That or stalking me, but that’s up to you.” I teased, bumping my shoulder with hers only to receive a tired groan in response.

“Oh, hush. You know exactly how damn predictable you can be sometimes. Don’t even try to contradict that, either.” Leila stated, giving me a side glare. I gave her a bright, innocent smile in response as I fiddled with my duffel bag’s handles.

My mouth opened to bring up another round of matchmaker, but I was overpowered by a loud speaker.

“Flight one-hundred two for New York boarding at gate fifty-six!” A voice said gently over the speakers. Leila and I instantly looked at each other with the same anxious looks that slightly weirded me out.

“Um, Leila--” I stammered, trailing off as Leila hopped up and started to grab her things. She wore the biggest and brightest smile when she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.

“C’mon, slowpoke! We gotta go! Move those short legs of yours!” Leila beamed, grabbing my duffel bag with her open hand. Before I could retort, I was ushered into standing and walking towards the luggage area.

“Alright, eager one, slow down a bit?” I asked through a huff. Only two months off of the cheer team and away from drama and I’m already bent out of shape.

Leila threw my duffel bag and her own suitcase onto the conveyor belt and so I followed suit.

This...this entire experience was moving faster than I expected.

*

*

The plane ride wasn’t really all that exciting. Just Leila falling asleep on me, like I expected. Throw in a couple packs of peanuts, a dash of watching Dirty Dancing and Grease religiously, and a sprinkle of a baby’s obnoxious tantrum...and you end up with the definition of a typical plane ride.

Woo, college. Already kicking off with such an exciting start.

*

*

We were about thirty minutes out from The Big Apple when Leila finally woke up from her sleep. I felt my shoulder lighten and then felt the instant soreness from the five and a half hour flight.

“How’d you sleep?” I asked, busying myself by pausing Dirty Dancing on its second playthrough. Of course it was right as Baby started to awkwardly dance down the staircase and onto the bridge.

Leila’s response didn’t come when I thought it would, so I looked over to see if she fell back asleep on the plane’s wall. To my surprise, I saw that her eyes were glued to a figure a few seats over. 

The girl who sat there had this gorgeous auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her black headphones stood out against her pale complexion and revealed the slightest trace of taupe freckles scattered about her cheeks. Also from the girl’s side profile, you could just barely see the tint of matte black lipstick on her lips.

A gentle but teasing smile formed when I looked back over at a wide-eyed Leila, her cheeks now starting to redden with embarrassment.

“See someone you like over there?” I asked, softly nudging her arm with my own. She cleared her throat and blinked rapidly before turning her attention to me.

“I thought she was snoring?” Leila stammered, now rubbing her tired eyes. I looked back over at the girl - her head bobbing slightly to whatever she’d been playing on her laptop - and let out a laugh.

“Sorry to break it to you, Leila, but she’s completely awake.”

Leila whipped her head back around to see and then let another deep blush cover her cheeks. It was hard to notice against her olive skin, though it deepened enough to see from miles away.

“Okay, um, she was snoring a little bit ago. I swear on your life.” Leila said, pressing her hands to hide her bright red cheeks. 

I let out another laugh. She had never let herself get this flustered...ever. This was so rare that I’d only ever seen it once and that was back in high school. Leila locked eyes for a solid twenty seconds with a junior guy named Michael Harrison at lunch during our freshman year. She couldn’t stop blushing or stuttering for the rest of the day, and that’s not mentioning the dejected look she had when Michael walked out of the building with an unfamiliar girl on his arm after school.

As expected, Leila only responded to me with her notorious deadly side glare.

“Shut up right this instant, Charlotte Parker.” She hissed between her gritted teeth.

Did I listen? Of course not.

“Looks like Miss Maciel has been struck by Cupid’s arrow...” I teased, dramatically leaning into her lap with my hand against my forehead. She grumbled and leaned her head on her palm, looking out the window. After I sat up, I could see her brown eyes flit over in the girl’s direction every once in a while and couldn’t hold back my smile. Not teasing, but happy.

I knew that wistful look in her eye well enough to know that she’d been enamored.

*

*

The plane landed at about seven in the evening. Before getting off the plane, I looked over to the girl. She was frantically putting her computer away in it’s decorated case. I saw a patch with the familiar NYU bobcat...right next to another patch with the name “Skye” in this sort of horror-ish calligraphy.

Huh.

“I think her name is Skye,” I said, leaning in to whisper to Leila, “and I think she’s going to NYU.”

Leila glanced over as she stuffed her neck pillow (that she never used) in her bag.

“Cool. Um...Skye, you said?” Leila said, a blush blooming across her cheeks again. 

I’m seriously loving this.

“Yep, Skye. Maybe she’s a freshman like us?” I said. Leila bit her thin bottom lip.

“Maybe,” Leila said, a smirk crossing over her features, “just...maybe.”

*

*

Waiting for our luggage was so boring. I decided that it was even worse than waiting for our fight.

“Ah, it’s mine!” I heard a girl a few feet away from my tired figure cheer. She rushed forward to grab a gaudy pink suitcase bedazzled with fake gems. Leila pretended to gag next to me.

“Gross,” Leila sighed, though her eyes suddenly lit up, “hey, wait, those are our bags!”

She pointed toward a cluster of familiar bags on the conveyor.

“Ah! C’mon!” I stammered, rushing forward and grabbing them. We both started to laugh as we lugged them off.

“Jesus, this is heavier than I remember.” Leila huffed, lifting her bag onto her shoulder. I did the same, though almost toppled over because of the weight.

“Are we sure that these are ours?” I asked, unzipping the duffel bag to see my familiar coat. Relief flooded my features as I looked back at Leila.

Her face was a sickly greenish pale.

“Uh, Charlotte, this...this isn’t...” Leila stuttered, carefully shuffling through the bag. There were lots of black sweaters and lots of striped shirts. A couple pairs of ripped jeans, a few rock band tees along with an NYU sweatshirt...and a tag on the strap.

I reached out for the black tag on the strap and flipped it over. It read...

Skye...Crandall?

“Leila, remember that girl from the plane?” I asked, showing her the tag. Her face immediately fell, though I could see the flame of hope flickering in her deep brown irises.

“Oh. My. God.” Leila groaned, taking the tag into her hand. “You’re kidding. Charlotte, this seriously isn’t happening right now.”

Despite her panicked state, I laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

“I’m officially calling you Eliza Schuyler because you are helpless!” I giggled, doubling over. Leila loudly sighed.

“No, no no no...” Leila whispered, zipping the bag closed, “how are we going to find her now? I bet she left already with my bag.”

I sadly let my laughter subside as I wiped the humored tears from my eyes, being careful to not let my light layer of mascara run or smudge into a huge mess. That was the last thing I needed right now.

“Alright. Well, I think we should wait and see if your bag is still here. We don’t know for sure that she has it,” I stated, patting Leila’s shoulder, “but if it doesn’t show, we’ll track this Skye girl down and give her the right bag. Okay?”

Leila nodded, her face still contorted with a mixed emotion of annoyance and helplessness.

“Welcome to New York, where we lose your freaking bags and make you chase after freaking girls that you like,” Leila mumbled in a bad imitation of a New York accent, pinching the bridge of her slender nose.

“So you do admit it! Aww!” I cooed, booping her nose. She caught my wrist and gave me another glare, though this one was downright teasing.

“Shut it or I will mercilessly write on your face tonight with a Sharpie while you sleep,” Leila teased, “but let’s get going. We still gotta find our dorm and the sun’s already starting to set.”

I nodded and gathered up my stuff, taking another look back at the conveyor...

“Oh, everyone’s gone?” I questioned, my eyes scanning the now empty area around us. Leila rolled her eyes and started to drag me along towards the masses of people with her free hand.

“Yes, but now let’s go find this girl before I lose my mind. I need my bag and I can bet that she needs hers.”

[riarushi]

dnyl | healing

❥ m.list ↳ ch.1 / ch.2 / ch.3    dnyl | heartbreak

❥ summary- the odd distractions from a terrible heartbreak. ↳ genre- high school au, fluff, angst   word count- 1.4k

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"So, who's the new guy?"

You raised your eyebrow at your friend. "What new guy?"

"You know, the pretty one you're always talking to!" She pouted as she began to question your honesty. "I see you guys talking whenever I pass your calculus class, don't lie to me!"

"Ohhh," you sounded. "You mean Harvey?"

"That's his name?" Nodding her head, she began encoding the information into her mind. "When did you guys get together?"

You laughed. "You make it sound like we're dating."

"Are you not?"

A blush made its way onto your cheeks. "Of course not, we're only classmates."

Your friend narrowed her eyes at you. "Hmmm..."

"W-what?"

The comfortable distance returned as she moved beside you. "Okay, if you say so." She shrugged, acting unbothered before changing the subject. "Wanna go to a cafe with me and the love of my life? One just opened nearby!"

"I can't," you responded. "Harvey and I have to work on our bio project."

"Whaaaaat?" Your friend huffed. "Are you spending all your time with that guy?"

You shake your head. "I promise I'll go next time."

"... Fine."

You watched as the girl approached her boyfriend, who was waiting at the doors for her. A smile crept onto your face as you watched him take her books from her arm, effectively making your cheery friend turn red. As they left the building, you decided to make your way to the classroom where Harvey wanted to meet.

I wonder how long he'll be..

You peeked inside, scanning over an almost empty classroom only lit by the sunlight pouring from the windows. Double checking the room number, you stepped in and took a seat near the front. There wasn't much to take in from, just the rows of wooden benches and desks to your sides. On the whiteboard were doodles of hearts and happy faces, probably left behind by students. Perhaps the teacher was the friendly type, enjoying their students' art.

When you turned around, you noticed another student sitting in one of the seats at the back. It was a boy, probably in your grade. You weren't really sure, since he didn't seem to be in any of your classes. His hair was dyed a fashionable silver, covering his face as he was hunched over the paper on his desk. Curiosity was burning in your mind. Surely, it wouldn't be weird to converse with the only other person in the room.

Slowly, you made your way out of your chair and up the small stairway. What you saw him working on made you speechless. It was a random drawing, but it looked professional. The shading made everything pop out, almost as if the paper was three-dimensional. Shuffling closer behind him, you tried to peak over his shoulder and get a better look.

"Do you mind?"

The sudden voice made you jump. He was looking at you, clearly a bit pissed off. His glare was intimidating, contrasting the aura that had previously made him so approachable. You noticed his arm was now covering the art piece.

"Oh, um, sorry..."

The boy let out a sigh, flipping the paper over to the blank side and hiding his work. "Is there something you need from me?" he asked. He leaned back in his seat, still facing you with an irked expression.

"Um..." Honestly, you just wanted to spend time talking to someone while waiting for your bio partner. It didn't seem like asking this student to do that was going to end well. "I... was wondering if you know where this guy named Harvey is?" you began rambling. "He has blonde hair and really blue eyes. And.. um.. he also has--"

"I know who you're talking about," he interrupted. His expression lost its forced softness, scaring you a bit. "If you're looking for him, maybe the last thing you should be doing is sitting in a classroom doing nothing except bothering people."

What is up with this guy? You frowned, thinking about how you had originally meant to approach him in a friendly manner. Now, you didn't even want to be in the same room as him.

"That wasn't my intention," you defended.

"Well, I'm clearly busy," he snapped back.

Just then, you heard a familiar voice come from the doorway. "Y/N!"

You turned to see the blonde running up the stairs to meet up with you. He had a bright smile on, as usual. The tense air immediately fell in his presence.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," he started. "I had to help a friend out with something."

"It's no problem." You turned your back to the artist sitting behind you. Harvey glanced over you, noticing him.

"Oh, Renjun! I didn't know you and Y/N were friends." His surprise took over the grin on his face, making his lips form a small 'o' shape.

"We're not." Renjun returned to his original hunched posture, flipping his paper over and picking up the pencil. "She was just asking where you were."

"Oh, whoops." The other boy laughed, slightly guilty. "What're you doing here? There's no club today."

"I just wanted somewhere quiet to sketch."

Harvey, the sweetest person you've met in the past month, is friends with the person that couldn't even say a single polite thing to you two minutes ago? You watched them chat for a while, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Well, Y/N and I should probably get going. See you tomorrow, Renjun!" Your partner taps your back gently before running down to grab your bag at the front of the desk. "Come on, we need to get that project done, don't we?"

You took one more look at the guy known as Renjun, who had already become engrossed in his creative mind. I guess Harvey is the type that can befriend anyone.

"Do you want me to carry your stuff all the way to the library?" the boy beside you teased.

"Oh, sorry." You smiled, taking the backpack offered to you. Feeling a comfortable atmosphere between the two of you, you decided to satisfy your curiosity. "Who was that guy?"

"Hehe, he's a scary one, isn't he?"

Right on.

Harvey's gaze moved up towards the roof, still keeping his pace with you as you made a turn towards the far exit at the end of the hall. "He's not as mean as you think, y'know. Renjun and I are in the same club."

"What club?"

"Hehe, wouldn't you like to know?" he joked. Noticing you vigorously nodding your head, he continued. "DNYL, or 'Don't Need Your Love'."

You had never heard of that one before. "What does the club do? Or, like, what kind of club is it?"

"It just a gathering club," he explained, "for people who have had their hearts broken."

Ouch. That hit you in a spot that you didn't want to think about.

"Have you had your heart broken before?" you asked quietly.

"No, not really." Harvey pushed the door open, ushering you outside. "I just think a club like this is nice. People who've been hurt can find others that understand them, and together they heal. Even if I haven't experienced heartbreak, I can still cheer people up."

What a Harvey thing to say.

"What about you, Y/N?"

The question caught you off guard. "Have I ever had my heart broken?" His encouraging smile tempted you to keep going, but you were unsure about how much to share. Maybe you weren't close enough just yet, or perhaps he would think you were over-explaining. "Um, no. I haven't really had something like that, either," you lied.

"Really? That's cool." His obliviousness allowed you to relax a bit. "You should still join our club, though! We're pretty small and I could use some help building the community~"

"Don't you think it would be weird, though?" you asked.

"Why would it be weird?"

Your mind immediately went to your two friends and your crush (or, previous crush). By joining a club called DNYL, you were basically admitting your pain. "Wouldn't people think I got rejected...?"

"No, of course not! Everyone's welcome," he exclaimed. "Take some time to think about it, I think our members would like having you around."

You nodded silently, walking side by side towards your partner's home.

Maybe we should focus on getting a good grade before worrying about a club.

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

✧ can be used for RP and non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen!

1. FIRST NAME:  i used to go by my middle name, nina, but now i go by pacifica or paci.

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: i have a bunch of weird ailments that honestly are just wild. like sometimes my nerves make me spasm or collapse or i’ll become hyperflexible. my kidneys decided they were lonely so they are... snuggled together... and i’ve had cancer a few times. it’s exhausting. 

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON:  - smile /  facial features. outside of aesthetics, you can tell if someone is superficial or genuine through the intensity of their smile, or if they’re fabricating their appearance or background. i wouldn’t want someone to pretend for me. i want them to be how they are. - personal care. i don’t have preferences on hair / grooming outside of being well-kempt. file your nails & clean them ( like if ur a mechanic or factory worker or other types of physical labor, i get it-- but like an office worker with black nails? ick ), brush/comb/finger detangle/style your hair, make sure your clothes are reasonably presentable... clean, like you actively tried to come up with an ensemble. - physique. not saying people need to be like 8 pack or straight out the gym. nor am i saying i need someone to be like mega massive or mega thin. but preferably someone who like... is comfortable in the skin they’re in, and cares about their body. at the least, cares about what goes in their body and how much their body does for them. 

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF:  haribo snacks.

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: i cannot handle the smell of mustard or mayonnaise. i will literally walk out of a room.

6. GUILTY PLEASURE:  i try to cut out needless carbs and snack foods, but y’all........ throw some good naan or pita at me and i’m a sucker. i love my hot cheetos and takis, pls don’t take them from me.

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN:  a sweater and panties tbh. i’ve turned into that basic single person in their 20s. if i’m cold i’ll throw on sweatpants too.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS:  i vastly prefer serious relationships, but there’s got to be a lot of build up to it for me to pursue someone in that manner. that being said, idk why, apparently i seem unapproachable or intimidating, but i’ve always had to ask out the person i liked.... ask me out first, u fools. i’ve tried to do flings but like i always feel guilty afterward bc i’m not invested, i just pretend hoping maybe i’ll fool myself in the process and i don’t lmao. that being said, it’s been like over a year since i’ve last dated, and two years had passed between that partner and the previous one. 

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: nothing. maybe switch my triple minor to an interdisciplinary double major because that sounds cooler in this point in my life. but other than that? i feel like i did well with the cards that were handed to me. they shaped me into who i am now. and now i’m trying to continue to be a person past me would be proud of. i want to live a life with little to no regrets. to pursue everything i can while i have the opportunity to. 

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: physically, yes. emotionally, it depends. my coworkers are always either thrilled to see me or are like “ it’s paci being over the top cute. ” i love coming into the room to give hugs or do random acts of service or to shower someone with surprise gifts just to say i appreciate them. however, i can be emotionally distant at times and i don’t like to involve people into things. i still feel guilty on most occasions when i vent,  even though i know it’s healthy to do. i feel like it’s not other people’s responsibility to deal with my problems or have to endure them, even if it’s as little involvement as listening. such an attitude isn’t great, but... at least i can recognize that now? lmao. u know. baby steps. i’m still learning to trust and let people in. when my former best friend broke my heart it really messed me up in a lot of ways.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: i love pocahontas, mulan, princess and the frog, and peter pan starring mary martin. i’ve been watching that specific peter pan since like..... birth......... and it’s still one of my favorite films.

12. FAVORITE BOOK:  dante’s divine comedy.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: a long-haired cat, preferably a tortoise color. i’ve always thought munchkin cats were the cutest. i’d want something that is as independent and self-sufficient as i am.

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]:  yufi & age-appropriate love and joy. tseng also deserves love. & literally everyone in ace attorney could get it..... except dahlia hawthorne, forget her. also... all the important people in devil may cry deserve someone. so.... that’s what i have for you. 

15. PIE OR CAKE: pie. i don’t eat nearly enough of it. kinda underrated in the pnw, i feel like? but in the midwest we loved pies... kinda miss that.

16. FAVORITE SCENT:  sandalwood, vanilla, lavender, and gentle scents like  ‘ ocean ’  or  ‘ linens ’.

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH:  shrugs? no one atm. i do not keep up with pop culture these days. can i count kyo from dir en grey? i’ve thought he was hot for the last 15 years and counting........ 14 y/o me was really like “ he’s the one ” too!! 

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: i love visiting friends. and like... idk? japan is still interesting, as is italy and greece and jerusalem. but i don’t have like... a burning urge to go anywhere. i’d like to return to vietnam & cambodia at some point as well. people tell me melbourne is my kind of vibe, but... i’ll get there when i get there. 

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT:  ambivert. though for all that i project in personality, i do take a lot of time to myself to kind of recharge, as you will.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY:  i do. but i still like scary games bc i enjoy the thrill and chase. suspense is really cool-- gore is not, imo.

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID:  android. i’ve been using samsung galaxy phones since like 2013 and i’m not going back now. i had an ipad once and........ i’m over that. but i’m not like gonna participate in the dumb android vs apple debate........ we’re adults and it’s 2020, c’mon now. put ur energy into something else.

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: y’all......... i wish i could be like ‘ i’m a gamer grl ’ but the truth is that i mainly collect games and say i’ll play them but it takes me a trillion years sfdgiohfgiohdf. my backlog is shameful. we don’t talk about that. that being said, i just took up ace attorney: spirit of justice this evening & i’ve been playing through kingdom hearts iii and yakuza 0 as of late. 

23. DREAM JOB: to write poetry & creative nonfiction at my leisure dfogihdohg. travelling writer, sharing about cultures all over the world & the beauty of interaction. very whimsical, i know! i also love studying languages and culture...... so it’s no question writing, sociology, cultural anthropology and linguistics were/are my fields of study. 

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: pay off my loans, throw like half of it in savings for it to grow, give some to my mum bc she deserves to live comfortably, and..... take some time off work to just relax and rediscover myself. while work does give me purpose, it also takes away from my creative pursuits so like... that blows.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: it took me like 10 years for sorceress adel to stop giving me nightmares, so like. probably her. the pennywise energy was too strong. and on that note...... all clowns and clownlike energy should just burn. pennywise, saw. y’all got to go.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: final fantasy, ahaha. also metal gear. xeno like doesn’t have a place for it to gather and it’s ridonk small..... but i love xeno games. and i used to love watching sbfp but since they disbanded... it’s a sad world out there. 

✧ tagged by: @burmecias-protector​ + @enshijou​  i got this from both of y’all xoxo

✧ tagging: @shimmerseas​ @extremepath​ @east--moon​ @evercharmed​ @verumking​ @dawnled​ @90smagicalboy​ @meyvn​ @breselin​ @petallines​ @redsown​ @starszakrew​ @onlyliberty​ @angereve​ + if this suits your fancy! 

[perspective-series]

Meta Perspective (9)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Fear, panic, crying, and mention of someone being hurt

(Check the reblog for the links to any future chapters)

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 Allison paced in the walls, right next to her exit that lead to underneath the human couch. The same entrance she had retreated to when the humans let her go. She couldn’t believe she was actually considering it...but what other choice did she really have? These were humans that she was dealing with. And the only ones that could go against humans were other humans.

 She really didn’t want to go back to Roman and Logan, though. Especially since she was scared of what they would do when she told them about Amanda. Would they keep both of them? Be happy that there was now one for each of them? Which one would want to keep her?

 She shook those thoughts away. They were a very real possibility but at least they had never physically hurt her. She would rather deal with two known threats than two unknown ones. And from what she saw of the humans that had Amanda, well...Amanda had looked hurt. 

 She had to get her away from them.

 Taking a deep breath, she exited the walls and came up to the edge of the couch, looking and listening out for the humans to see what they were up to.

Logan was sat in the armchair of the living room, typing away at his computer. It didn’t seem like he had noticed the borrower’s entrance.

 Allison looked around but she didn’t see Roman anywhere, not in the living room at least. That didn’t mean he wasn’t somewhere else in the apartment though. 

 Okay, how was she going to do this? Just walk out in the open and say it? Or climb the coffee table and just wait until he saw her.

 ...She took out her hook and started scaling up the coffee table.

It was a few seconds before Logan caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He glanced up, eyebrows raising in surprise at the sight of Allison climbing up the coffee table. So, she really hadn’t left. Intriguing. Roman had hoped she would stay around, but Logan had not been so trusting. To be proven wrong was an unexpected yet welcomed surprise.

Of course, Logan had not forgotten the procedures he and his roommate had promised just before Allison left. So, a man of his word, just as soon as he spotted the borrower Logan quickly diverted his attention back to his laptop, acting as though he had seen nothing at all.

 Allison pulled herself onto the coffee table and looked over towards Logan. It seemed like he still hadn’t noticed her. Well...he would notice her eventually, right? She should probably just call out to him but...Allison didn’t currently possess the courage for that. It was taking everything in her to not run away right now but she had to do this, for Amanda. So, she waited.

It was several minutes before anything happened. That was when Roman entered the apartment, returning from his early class. He spotted Allison and let out an audible gasp.

“How was the lecture?” Logan asked sharply, trying to discreetly remind him of the correct reaction.

Roman blinked, almost mournfully turning to Logan. “Oh, uh...fine.”

 Allison blinked. That was...weird. Roman had clearly seen her but...he was ignoring her. They were both ignoring her.

 She suddenly remembered them saying they would act like she wasn’t there if she stayed. She...never thought they would actually do it. It would be great, in any other circumstance. Now though, it was a little annoying. Now, she had no choice but to speak out.

 “H-Hey.” She stuttered quietly, though she knew the humans would be able to hear her.

Immediately both heads snapped in her direction.

“Hey,” Roman repeated softly, a grin forming on his face. He got down on his hands and knees, slowly crawling slightly closer towards the coffee table to appear less intimidating.

“Why have you returned?” Logan asked, getting up to put an arm out to stop Roman’s idiotic movements.

 Allison took several steps back as Roman came closer, thankful when Logan stopped Roman. She let out a shaky sigh. “I...I need your help…” She said after some hesitation.-

“Our help with what?” Logan crouched down. “We will certainly assist you in any way we can.”

 “I have a...friend,” Allison revealed. “She was the reason...you found me in your room…” Allison said, sending a glance towards Roman. “I was trying to look for her.”

Roman’s mouth made the shape of an ‘o’. “That makes a lot more sense.”

“Are you still looking for her, then?” Logan glanced around. “Do you expect her to be somewhere in this apartment?”

 “No, no, I...I found her.” Allison paused for a moment, collecting herself. This was it. “...Humans have her.”

“Oh no,” Roman said softly.

“Do you know which humans?” Logan pressed, immediately trying to formulate a plan. “Where are they?”

 Allison nodded. “I don’t know their names...but they’re the humans who live on the floor below you guys,” Allison answered. She bit her lip. So far, so good.

“Virgil and Patton?” Logan said incredulously.

Roman burst out laughing at this. “Oh, if she’s with them, you have nothing to worry about. Patton wouldn’t let Virgil hurt a fly.”

 Allison blinked. “Wh-What? No! No, you don’t understand, Amanda is in trouble!” Wait...those names were familiar...she had heard those names when she went to school with them! Those were the humans who had Amanda? And Logan and Roman were friends with them.

 Oh no.

“I am certain there is a reasonable explanation for this,” Logan assured her, elbowing Roman to stop him from laughing.

 “I’d say!” Allison yelled. “They have her captured and are torturing her! Probably as we speak!” If those injuries were anything to go by, she had to have been tortured. Oh, poor Amanda…

“Let us not jump to conclusions.” Logan put his hands up.

“Okay, okay.” Roman eased off, realizing how upset Allison was about this. “We’ll give them a call, see what’s up.” He began to pull out his phone, already pressing through the menus.

 Allison’s eyes widened. “W-Wait!”

Roman paused. “...what’s the problem? I thought you wanted your friend back.”

 “I-I do, but you can’t let the others know that we know. They could plan something! We-We need to catch them off guard to get Amanda back.” Allison said. “Besides, who knows what they would do if they found out about me too.”

“Okay…” Roman looked unconvinced, but he slowly put away his phone. “Then what do you suggest we do?”

 “Uh…” Allison bit her lip. “I...I don’t know. That’s why I came back to you guys…” She wouldn’t have come back if she knew how to get Amanda back without them.

“Well…” Logan put a hand to his chin. “We could interrogate them in person, would that suffice?”

 Allison thought for a moment before nodding. “I-yeah, that sounds good. Just...don’t let them talk you into anything…” Allison said. She was more worried now, knowing all the humans were friends.

“Talk us into what sort of things?” Roman asked, tilting his head.

 “...Keeping us.” Allison spoke quietly, looking down. “Or even hurting us…”

“Allison, we would do no such thing,” Logan said firmly. 

“Yeah, we learned our lesson!” Roman agreed, throwing his arm around Logan’s shoulders. “We’ll make sure that both you and your friend are safe!”

 Allison felt her lips twitch up in a little smile. “Thank you…” She said shyly. “Can...can we go now? I don’t want to waste any more time.” She had already wasted enough just trying to gain the courage to come out here and ask.

Logan and Roman looked at each other.

“Well, ah, there is a slight problem with that plan.” Roman removed his arm from Logan’s back to rub sheepishly at his neck.

 Allison froze. “Wh-What?”

“Virgil and Patton are in classes at this time,” Logan explained. “Of course, we could go confront them at the school. Then you could scour their apartment for their friend.”

“Although, if they’re like us, they probably brought her with them.” Roman suddenly gave an amused chuckle. “Okay, am I the only one who thinks it’s funny that we both found a tiny person within the same time frame?”

 “...Yes.” Allison answered. “It’s terrifying, not funny.”

Roman’s chuckle quickly turned into an awkward cough, the human looking embarrassed. “Right. Ah, my apologies.”

 “And I’d...rather not go to school,” Allison spoke, looking down. “Again.” Of course, they could do whatever they wanted but she hoped the little bit of trust she was putting in them to help her was warranted.

“Alright, then we can stay here and wait for their return,” Logan suggested.

 “...I-I guess we have to, huh?” If she didn’t want to go to school but Amanda was at school. She would have to wait. And it didn’t make sense for her to go back into the walls until they came back.

“Well, you don’t have to stay.” Roman corrected, still feeling guilty about his last slip-up. “We won’t force you to do anything.”

 “No, no it doesn’t make sense for me to go back in the walls when I’ll just have to come back out again…” Allison told them. She should be fine, as long as the humans didn’t try to grab her or anything like that again.

“Okay, well if you’re certain, perhaps we could have some fun passing the time.” Roman dared to look hopeful. “We could play a game!”

 Allison blinked. “A game? What kind of game?” 

“I don’t think it’s quite the time for games-” Logan’s statement was cut off by an exciting burst from Roman.

“Any game!” Roman exclaimed. “I’ve got card games, board games, strategy games, silly games, video games…”

 Allison perked up. “Video games?” Allison had seen humans play video games before. They looked so fun and she always felt sad when she realized she would never have the chance to play them. But now… “I’ve...I’ve always wanted to play a video game.”

“Then a video game we shall play!” Roman all but dove towards the entertainment stand, setting up the controllers. 

“Perhaps a lower level game would be best,” Logan suggested, wanting to ease Allison into it. He glanced at her for a moment. “Something that will not require too many controls.”

 “Yeah…” She wasn’t even sure if she could play. She had seen the controllers and controls. If it got too complicated, it might not work.

“Oh, yes, of course.” Roman hid his first choice back in the box, peering in to see what games they had that would fit the criteria. Roman frowned, not finding a lot of options. “Ooh, this might do. What about animal crossing?”

 “Animal crossing?” Allison asked. “What’s that?” It didn’t sound familiar.

“It’s a game where you play as the mayor and you take care of a little town,” Roman explained, setting up the game. 

 “Huh, that sounds interesting,” Allison said, taking a step closer towards Roman and the TV to see what the human was doing.

“This is you,” Roman explained, pointing to the screen. “And you move around like this.” After demonstrating the controls, Roman set it down in front of Allison to give her a try.

 Allison furrowed her eyebrows and carefully pushed on the stick. The character on the screen moved and she blinked. She moved the other direction and the character went the same way. Her eyes widened. She was actually playing a video game! “Whoa…”

Roman raised a hand to his mouth, hiding his smile so as not to embarrass her. It was positively adorable how in awe she was at just character movement.

 Allison continued to move her character around, grinning wide. She then ran into another person, er, animal. “Uh…” She ran her character into them but nothing happened. She looked up at Roman for help.

“Oh, press A,” Roman explained, pointing at the correct button.

 Allison did as told and the animal on the screen started to talk. She read the words and grinned when she got a gift. “Oh! He gave me something!” She exclaimed, practically bouncing where she stood.

“They tend to do that.” Logan nodded. “It’s one of several possible encounters. You can open the parcel if you navigate to your menu.”

“Right here,” Roman instructed, guiding her through the steps.

 Allison opened the menu and opened the gift. “Oh! I got bells!” She had no idea what those were in the game though since they didn’t look like the bells she had seen but she was happy nonetheless.

“That would be the in-game currency,” Logan explained. “If you would like to purchase something, there is a general store.”

 “Oh! Um, okay.” Allison found the store with Roman’s help and ended up purchasing a desk. “Wow, I actually bought something.” She had never done that before.

“...yes?” Roman confirmed, tilting his head at Allison’s reaction. He did not quite understand the appeal of purchasing a paint can.

 Allison turned to Roman. “I’ve never bought anything before.” She explained and then grinned back down at the controller. “What else can I do in this game?”

“Oh, well, you can water plants, shake trees, go fishing…” Roman began to list off the activities as he counted them on his fingers.

 “Can...you show me how to fish? That sounds fun.” Allison asked, a bit hesitant.

“You have to approach the water,” Logan explained, pointing. “Go south.”

 “Okay.” Allison found some water. “Now what?” She looked up at Logan.

“Pull out your fishing hook, then wait for a response,” Logan said. “After you’re patient you will be rewarded with the ability to press A and gain a virtual fish.”

 Allison nodded and did as told after struggling to get her fish hook out for a few moments. She waited like Logan said before an A symbol appeared. She pressed down on it and then her character pulled up and then held up a fish towards the screen. “I got one!” Allison grinned.

Logan gave her a look of approval. Though video game achievements were arguably meaningless, he did not want to derive from her joyous victory. “Well done.”

 Allison grinned and then looked back down at the controller. She stared at it for a moment, her smile turning into a frown. This was really fun but...she wasn’t even supposed to be playing this. She wasn’t supposed to be surrounded by humans, talking to them and listening to them explain how to play. This wasn’t right.

 She felt bad about having fun too, knowing Amanda was probably being tortured as they spoke. With a sigh, she pushed the controller away. “I...I think I’m done.”

“Is everything alright?” Logan asked, noticing the change in behavior.

 “I-I’m...fine.” She rubbed at her arm, turning away from both humans. “Are they back from school yet?”

“I doubt it,” Roman explained, slowly taking the controller back. “It’s hardly been an hour.”

 Allison groaned and plopped down to a seated position in the middle of the coffee table putting her head in her hands. “...Why did this have to happen?” She asked quietly.

Roman and Logan looked at each other, uncertain.

“Why did… what have to happen?” Roman asked cautiously.

 “This! All of this.” Allison motioned all around her but still didn’t look up to meet the human’s eyes. “I should have never been seen. Amanda should never have been seen. None of this should have happened, so why…” A few tears escaped Allison’s eyes and she wiped them away.

“Uh oh, feelings.” Logan looked lost, giving Roman a frantic look that said do something.

“Ah, Allison, don’t cry!” Roman scrambled to come up with something helpful to say. “I mean, everything has to happen for a reason, right?”

 “Really? So you think the other humans hurt Amanda for a reason.” Allison deadpanned, looking up at Roman with a slight glare. “You think I got so overwhelmed by two humans that I had a panic attack for a reason.”

“Um, well…” It was Roman’s turn to look lost.

“Yes,” Logan confirmed. “For example, the reason you had such a terrible experience was because we treated you with a certain air of negligence and superiority.”

 Allison shivered as she knew that all too well. “That’s another thing. You humans think you’re so much better...that you deserve to be in charge of us because we’re smaller than you.” Allison had experienced that first hand, after all.

“That is, admittedly, a common homo sapien mindset.” Logan winced.

“Present company excluded!” Roman tacked on. “Sure, we were pretty awful before, but we know better now. Logan and I know that you’re your own person Allison and we don’t dictate your life.”

 Allison looked between the two of them for a moment, before looking down. “And what makes you different? Why the sudden change? Logan certainly didn’t think twice about leaving me in that jar.” Allison said, shivering at the memories.

“...apologies.” Logan shifted, looking uneasy. “It seemed efficient at the time, but I was not taking your perspective into account. It must have appeared very cruel of me, and I should not have put you through such a traumatizing experience.”

 “Yeah…” Allison agreed. “I just...this whole thing is a perfect example of why borrowers aren’t supposed to be seen by humans. Bad things happen. I just...happened to get a bit lucky and you guys let me go...for whatever reason.” She was still nervous that they will turn on her and Amanda but she was out of any other option, lest she just wants to be caught by a different pair of humans. Ones who were far worse, apparently.

“Mostly because we have even a shred of moral decency,” Roman explained. “I mean, what sane, rational, kind human being would actually keep someone against their will? It seems atrocious!” Indeed, it was why Roman had a hard time picturing Allison’s friend to be in any danger.

 “...You did. For about half a day.” Allison reminded him. “You also forced me to do things I didn’t want to do, like go to school with you.”

“...keep someone permanently.” Roman corrected. He had certainly seen the appeal in spending part of a day with Allison, even if Allison had not shared that interest and in the end, Roman had been in the wrong.

 Allison hummed. “Why...did the two of you change your minds?” She had to ask. 

“I thought we just covered that?” Logan looked confused. “We felt guilt and shame at our actions due to their moral ambiguity.”

 “But why?” Allison repeated. “You changed so fast. One minute I thought I was going to be here forever and the next you were letting me go.”

“We were never going to keep you forever,” Roman explained. “We were just curious! We wanted to get to know the strange magical creature that appeared in our apartment. But then we realized the tiny creature was a tiny person, and…” Roman made a falling sound, putting out a thumbs down. “...suddenly our curiosity had brought out the worst in us.”

 “I’ve noticed that tends to happen with humans,” Allison said. She looked between the two human again and sighed. “I...well, thanks. For letting me go and for...helping me get my friend back.”

“Of course.” Roman smiled at her. “And I’m sure this is all just a big misunderstanding. We can get Virgil and Patton to come to their senses just like we did.”

 “I hope so...but she was hurt. And she definitely didn’t leave our home like that.” Allison said, remembering how Amanda’s leg was in a cast.

“It was likely an accident.” Logan reasoned. “Regardless, we will certainly have answers shortly.”

“Their class should be out at any minute.” Roman nodded in agreement, glancing at his phone.

 Allison perked up. “Does that mean it’s time to go?” She asked.

“Certainly,” Logan confirmed. “If they have not arrived yet, we can wait there as well.”

 Allison stood up, ready to go and get Amanda back before realizing...how she was going to be getting there. She looked between Logan and Roman, wondering if they would just grab her or offer her a ride or what.

The humans seemed to be wondering the same thing, and the three shared an awkward moment of silence.

“Sooo,” Roman uneasily broke it, “Do you want to meet us down there, or would you like a ride?” This last bit was said more hopefully as Roman put his hand down near her.

 Allison stared down at the hand, gripping her bag tight. “I...uh, a ride would be faster, so…” Allison took a step forwards towards Roman before pausing for a moment and then taking another step. Eventually, she found herself climbing onto the hand. She let out a shaky breath as she settled down on the palm.

“I’ll be careful,” Roman promised, touched that she had trusted him. He slowly stood up, keeping his hand close to himself for stability. 

“I will check to make sure the coast is clear,” Logan announced, leading the way down to the second-floor apartment.

 Allison kept her breathing under control as she was carried across the apartment. They followed Logan until they were at another door. Allison ducked slightly. “Please don’t let them see me...not, not yet.” Not at all if she could help it.

“Oh, ah…” Roman glanced between the two of them, realizing they hadn’t exactly thought this through. “Oh! What about Logan’s chest pocket?”

“My what now?” Logan looked down at the pocket in question.

“It should be big enough.” Roman had no qualms about invading Logan’s personal space to peer inside it. He lifted Allison higher so she could see it as well.  “What do you think, Allison?”

 Allison shifted her body away when Roman brought her closer to Logan. She...did not care for Logan very much. Not after he put her in a jar and ignored her for hours on end. “I...I uh…” She looked away from Logan’s direction.

Logan looked just as uneasy, not meeting Allison’s gaze. He didn’t particularly trust himself around her, not after his terrible lapse of judgment before. What if he endangered her, or performed poorly and sent her into another panic attack? Logan wanted to avoid having any contact with Allison, for her own sake.

“...what is with you two?” Roman raised an eyebrow, glancing between them. “I thought we were on a mission here.”

 “A-A pocket is fine, just, I’d uh, rather not...with Logan.” Allison trailed off, saying the last part quietly and still not meeting anyone else’s gaze. 

“...understood,” Logan spoke softly, accepting her statement like it was a punishment he deserved.

“Okay, well, we’re a bit short on pockets at the moment.” Roman reminded her. “It’s either Logan’s pocket or my hands.” He glanced at the apartment door of their friends, knowing time was of the essence. Any second Patton or Virgil could hear them discussing battle plans on their doorstep.

 Allison groaned. While she really didn’t want to be so close to Logan...she really didn’t want the other humans to see her. She had to choose the lesser of the two evils here. “Fine, I’ll...I’ll go in Logan’s pocket.” She mumbled quietly.

Roman raised her closer to the lip of the pocket, but Logan raised a hand to stop Roman.

“That won’t be necessary.” Logan looked to Allison finally. “I certainly would not wish to put you in a position where you would feel uncomfortable or unsafe again. We can return to our own apartment and change.”

Of course, a certain sound threw a drastic wrench in their plans. Both humans paled as they heard the sound of footsteps on the lower staircase, accompanied by their friends' voices.

“Sorry,” Roman whispered. Acting fast, Roman dumped Allison into the pocket and took a step back, trying to appear inconspicuous.

 “Ah-” Allison found herself in Logan’s pocket, shaking. But she had to calm herself, she couldn’t worry about Logan when she already had two other humans to worry about.

[godknowsqueen]

punch you, love you ; ben hardy x reader

Summary: Recently, you and Ben get on each other’s nerves like there is no tomorrow, but there’s a little something hidden underneath all that bitterness.

Warnings: Swear words, angst, flufffffffff. I also have zero knowledge in makeup so pls forgive me.

Word Count: 2,293 words.

A/N: This is my second attempt at writing a Ben Hardy x Reader oneshot. Do let me know if you have any comments or feedback in mind! Hope you enjoy this :’)

Being the makeup artist on the Bohemian Rhapsody movie set was like a dream come true to you. Queen has been your all-time favorite band, so getting to have a job were you see Brian May and Roger Taylor on almost a daily basis was like a blessing. What made it even better is that you get to transform four amazing actors into that brilliant band with the power of your makeup tools. 

There was only one problem: one of them has been lately irritating the hell out of you. Ben Hardy. 

It was another day at work, and you were prepping the boys for their “I Want to Break Free” scene.

“Oh, look at those eyelashes, darling. They make my eye colour truly pop!” Rami said in a bit of a high-pitched voice.

“Rami, you are turning to Freddie,” you chuckled as you carefully put the finishing touches on the left eyelashes. 

“That is the plan,” he gave you a wink, attempting to show off his new eyelashes. 

“Now, Bri- I mean Gwilym, I’ll just apply some spray to keep that makeup in place, so keep your eyes closed,” you dictated, shaking a bottle of spray.

“Do I really look that much like Brian? I feel like I look more like Aunt Petunia from Harry Potter at the moment,” Gwilym said, squeezing his eyes shut, and making you laugh with his horrifyingly accurate statement.

“Lord, you made me laugh and some of that nasty spray got in my mouth, Gwilym!” your face scrunched up in disgust, but you managed to keep laughing. “Or should I say Aunt Petunia?” 

With that, you scurried away to where Joe was sitting, trying to escape the wrath of Gwilym trying to hit you with a towel. 

“Well, hello grandma Joe,” you took a little brush and dipped it in a brown powder. “I’ll just adjust some of your wrinkles and you are free to go,” you started slowly brushing along the corners of Joe’s eyes and lips. 

“Thank you, young lady! Maybe after this scene you can give me some anti-aging creams to get rid of them?” Joe tried to pull off his best grandma voice, and you tried your best to not laugh and mess up the makeup you have previously spent nearly 2 hours on.

“Grandma Joe, stop being a jerk by trying to make me laugh.”

“Oh, now dear that is not a way to talk to your elders! Where are the manners of these kids nowadays!?” he raised his voice and rolled his eyes to Gwilym, who shook his head in agreement.

“Shut it, you two,” you removed your brush-handling hand off of Joe’s face, proceeding to lightly punch the two guys on their arms. They started snickering like little boys as they got off their seats. 

“Kids, you need to calm down,” Rami chimed in as he wore his pink earrings, channeling his inner Mercury yet again. A few seconds later, he walked over to where you stood, and gave your arm a light squeeze, “Thank you, (Y/N), you did a wonderful job with our makeup for that scene!”

“Yeah, you rock, even when you make fun of us,” Joe muttered in a joking tone.

“And even when we give you a hard time,” Gwilym agreed, twirling around a little in his nightgown.

You heart warmed at their sudden gratefulness, and a genuine smile formed on your lips, “You guys! Thank you so much, it makes me happy to be working with you. Now, enough with the cheesiness and go shoot your scene!” you hurried them off, but you felt like you were forgetting something.

“Um, speaking of giving me a hard time, actually, where the hell is Ben?” you place your knuckles on your hips, an apparent angry look taking over your features. 

“I’m literally right here,” a cold, deep voice arose behind you. You took a deep breath, trying to contain your anger before turning around to look at him. With that, the three other guys awkwardly left the room. They knew it wasn’t going to go well.

There he was, Ben Hardy, with his lipstick faded and one side of his cheek lacking the proper amount of foundation. The sight of the makeup you worked hard on being smudged got on your nerves. Or maybe because it was the sight of Ben that made you angry.

“What happened to the makeup?” 

“I went out for a quick smoke,” Ben avoided your gaze, feeling a little bit guilty.

“Okay, the lipstick fading from the cigarette I understand, but what about the foundation?” you turned around, preparing again the tools you’ll use to fix this.

“One of the girls cast as the groupies gave me a kiss on the cheek and I had to rub her lipstick off of my face,” he squared his arm, “anymore questions, officer?”

You closed your eyes, placing a brush a little bit too strongly on the counter. You felt super irritated, but what made you angrier was that tug at your heart when he said that one of the girls kissed him on the cheek. 

(Y/N), he is an asshole. You are NOT jealous. Just get this over and done with. It is your job, after all. 

Turning back to him, you point the swivel chair in his direction, and you motion  for him to take a seat. His eyes, which were previously avoiding you, were now lingering on you as he strutted to the chair in his little black Rogerina skirt. You started working on his face, fixing every mishap that messed up the makeup.

What if he wasn’t just smoking? What if he was hooking up with that girl? Whatever, I don’t care.

You both sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Ben starts speaking again, “So, it’s either you interrogate me or you’re awfully silent? Is there no in-between?” 

At that moment, you were perfecting a bit of his eyeliner, and you summoned all of the power within you to stop yourself from poking his eyes out. If only they weren’t so damn beautiful.

“Ben, if I were you, I would be scared of pissing off someone who is working so closely to my face.”

“What can you even do?”

“Oh, I don’t know, punch you in the goddamn face? But instead I’m here trying to be a good person and do my job correctly,” you replied rather harshly, his cold tone irritating you with every word he spoke. “And I’m also not going around kissing guys on the cheek and ruining their makeup,” you said in a very low voice as you turned away from him, grabbing the makeup setting spray. 

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“I heard that, don’t act stupid, (Y/N).”

“Oh, you’ve got some nerve calling me stupid.”

Ben was now out of his chair, standing firmly right in front of you with his arms squared. Although he was trying to be intimidating, his current outfit, wig, and makeup were not helping him. 

You stood there, raising your eyebrows at him, your hands placed on your sides. You were silently thanking God that no one was in the room to witness this fight.

“I didn’t call you stupid, I was precisely saying do not act stupid. There is a difference.”

“Oh, wow, there is?” you replied sarcastically.

“Yes, and it looks like you need to learn it,” he snapped back.

“And you need to learn to be nicer!” you started shouting a little.

“I am nice, it’s not my fault that you don’t see it! You only notice how funny Joe, Gwilym, and Rami are. But no, I’M the asshole,” Ben’s deep voice was getting louder.

“What? You know that I’ve always loved you all equally. You are the one who started getting weird and annoying a couple of months back. You’re off, you’re cold, and just plain annoying. You are always nitpicking at anything I do, and it definitely takes its toll on me. So don’t be fucking surprised when I’m being bitchy all of a sudden because of the way YOU have been acting, Benjamin,” you ended your rant, calling him Benjamin for the first time in the entirety of the past year you have worked on set.

Ben looked a bit taken aback, his eyes widened at the sudden anger that has erupted from you. You were usually a person that kept her peace, so this was so new for him to witness. 

And just like word vomit, Ben uttered, “You are so hot when you are mad.” 

The look on your faces made it evident that even he can’t believe that he actually just said that. 

“W-what?” you felt yourself blushing, but a puzzled look remained on your face as you took a little step back away from him. 

My heart is beating so fast, what the hell is this?

“S-sorry, forget I said anything, it’s been a tiring day. Just-”

Word vomit, again. This time, it’s you: “Just shut up and kiss me.”

With the swiftest move possible, Ben’s hands cup either sides of your face as his lips crash onto yours. His right hand slowly lets go of your cheek only to embrace your waist, pulling your body closer to his. Your hands were resting on his hard chest. As your lips move in sync with each other, you start tugging at his pink and yellow tie, deepening the kiss. For people that irritated each other 99% of the time, it felt like you guys have been kissing each other for years. 

Ben breaks the kiss for a few seconds, opening his eyes to take a good look at your pretty ones. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he utters a few words, “you also look so hot with your cheeks firing up like that, too.” His thick accent manages to turn your insides into mush, making you uncontrollably smile despite trying to keep your calm poise. 

“And you look very fine with that skirt, I must say,” you let out a small giggle, gathering up the courage to plant a sweet kiss on his pink lips. As soon as you break it, Ben sends another small kiss, making you feel like he just couldn’t get enough of you.

His hands leave the side of your face and waist to tuck a stranded lock of hair behind your ears.

“So, why was all of that affection buried behind this bitterness?” you asked, holding one of his hands as you innocently looked at the floor under your feet. 

“I was confused as hell, (Y/N). I promised myself that I will give my all to this movie, and that I wouldn’t let any kind of emotions or relationships distract me,” his serious voice suddenly gave out a chuckle, “but then you came into our lives and I had to deal with you every day. In the beginning, it was easy to handle, but as the days went by, I couldn’t help but admit to myself the feelings I have been denying for months. These feelings just kept on growing like crazy.”

“And not knowing what do with these feelings, you decided that the best thing you could do is self-preserve by being distant and acting completely opposite to the way you felt, yeah?” you completed, earning a startled look from him.

“Exactly! How did you know?” Ben questioned, his hands softly squeezing yours.

“Been there,” you laughed and carried on, “with you. Funny enough, I had the same mindset you had. I guess that’s why we were so extra with our bitterness, we didn’t know that we were fighting the same battle,” you ended your words with a shrug. A couple of seconds later, you noticed Ben’s eyes giving you a very tender look. 

“What?” you spoke softly, admiring the features of his face.

“I really like you, (Y/N),” Ben uttered, a little color rising on his cheeks despite the foundation covering it.

“I really like you, too, Ben,” you shyly said, “but I think I really like Rogerina, too, so I don’t know where my feelings are exactly,” you teased him, your fingers ruffling the hem of his skirt. 

“Oh, shut it, love,” he gave you a cheeky grin, his hands moving to tickle your waist a little. 

“Why is Ben’s makeup taking forever? We need him on set right now, (Y/N)!” you heard the director shout from outside.

“Shit, your makeup is ruined again because of the kiss!” you squeezed the bridge of your nose with one hand, pushing Ben with the other onto the chair again.

“He’ll be ready in five!” you shouted back, scurrying to fix the mess you’ve made. Ben kept cheekily chuckling at your worried state, his eyes lingering on your every move.

“Do you think they killed each other?” you heard Joe whisper as he, Gwilym, and Rami walked into the room. 

“Hey guys, is everything alright?” Gwilym worryingly stated, the other two guys appearing next to him. 

Both you and Ben quickly turned to look at them and spoke in unison, “Everything's fine!”

Rami’s lips twisted into a sneaky smirk, “Judging by the absolutely messed up lipstick on Ben’s lips and the smudges of, coincidentally, pink lipstick on (Y/N)’s lips, I think they were far, far from killing each other.” 

You and Ben froze as the three other guys burst out laughing at your expressions. Although they were shocked at how things turned out to be between the two of you, they still couldn’t stop their laughter.

"So, you guys are a thing now?” Rami continued, standing smugly in his high heels.

“God knows!” Ben winked at you, earning a smile from you that made his heart skip a beat.

[yenoshka]

To be remembered

There’s an alarming lack of Muriel porn in this fandom so I oughta fix it.

Sorry if the wording is weird or smth, English is not my first. 

***

 Muriel is silenced by the loud thump of his now broken collar hitting the floor. He was so caught up in trying to convince her to leave, that he didn’t even notice when her persistent magic broke it. He looks at Tanith with a mixture of surprise and gratitude painted on his face.

- I don’t care. -, she says, cupping his face - The things you’ve done… I don’t care and I don’t want to know. It doesn’t scare me, I just don’t care. I know a Muriel who is kind, caring and very soft, and deep down you too know that it’s the only Muriel that is real and true.

 Tanith presses herself to his warm chest, holding him as tight as she can.

- At the end of the day, your doings don’t really matter. Not to me.

 Muriel had never heard these words from anyone. Not even Asra. Hearing them from her was like something very warm and comforting washing over him, melting away all of his fears and worries. An act of mercy. Forgiveness. At that moment he knew he wasn’t alone this once, and he also knew that he didn’t want to be alone or forgotten anymore.

Muriel wrapped his hands around Tanith’s gentle frame. Tightly, but still a bit cautious, like he was afraid he was going to hurt her. She flinched, but didn’t pull away. His arms felt like an unbreakable fortress of safety and warmth, and she could feel his heart beat faster than usual. She knew that he would never dare do it without invitation. Tanith rose on her tiptoes to caress the scar on Muriel’s face. He nuzzled her palm, before leaning down for her to pull him into a soft, and then passionate kiss.

Outside, it was starting to rain heavily, thunder echoing around the woods every so often, which made the warmth of the hut and the heat of their bodies even more comforting for one another.

 The passion in their kisses was like radiating heat - slow, hot and calm, and it was getting hotter with each new kiss. When the heat was getting unbearable, Tanith slid Muriel’s cloak off of his shoulders and began fiddling with one of his clasps. Her kisses lowered to his jaw, then to his neck. Her lips on his soft, newly exposed skin made him jump. She slid lower, to his chest, kissing every scar, her hands sliding lower.

- Are you… sure about this? - Muriel asked when he felt her unbuckle his belt.

Tanith smiled.

- Can’t you tell? I couldn’t be more sure.

The second she said that, she was effortlessly swept up and laid down on the soft furs by the fireplace, with Muriel on top of her, staring at her with nothing but warmth, peace and love in his eyes.

- I love you. 

As evident as it was, the confession took Tanith’s mind by storm of colour and pure happiness.

- And I love you too…

 She was a jewel. A treasure he was determined to give the best care he possibly could. At long last, someone wasn’t afraid of his intimidating form, ugly scars, and most importantly - the horrendous crimes he was guilty of. Someone had finally awoken the faith that he wasn’t only good for spilling blood for somebody’s entertainment. He no longer wanted to be forgotten. He felt like he found something he desperately needed, without realizing he was looking for it for as long as he can remember. Muriel wanted her to remember every moment they spend together, and he wanted to make them the best possible memories. And Tanith wanted to never leave the fortress that were his arms, where nothing, not even The Devil could reach her.

 Muriel carefully removed her blouse, not breaking the kiss, before moving on to her neck. He gently cupped her breast, drawing a gasp from her lips and causing her back to arch as he started gently massaging it. She was burning up, and he was too, but he wanted to stretch the pleasure out as much as he could. His lips moved lower, lingering at her collarbone before lowering to her left breast. Tanith’s mind felt foggy when his tongue circled her hardened nipple, teasing her, before his lips closed around it. She couldn’t contain her moans any longer, his lips and tongue caressing the sensitive skin felt like they were driving her insane. The sweet aching sensation between her legs forced them to spread, letting Muriel position himself between them. She could feel his member grinding against her through his pants. When she rubbed against him in response, he let out a grunt before hungrily kissing her neck. The voice escaping her lips didn’t sound like it belonged to her anymore. The world sunk into madness as she was losing herself in his strong arms and gentle lips. Tanith didn’t even notice that he’d already gotten her rid of her remaining clothes and that she was now laying completely naked, with her legs shamelessly spread to expose her wet, aching slit. Muriel took a moment to admire her pure, nude form, before nuzzling in between her breasts, drawing a shaky breath from her again. His lips moved lower, slowly planting soft kisses on her ribs, stomach, hips, before he lowered down to her entrance. He teased around her most sensitive part with his tongue, causing her to groan and clench the furs in her fists with anticipation. When she felt him taste her, her voice got stuck in her throat as she arched forward, trembling. The sensation was so unfamiliar, so good that it almost felt mind-numbing… This felt nothing like her fingers. His tongue and lips worked between her legs, eager to satisfy her - kissing, licking, sucking on her swollen clit, while she nearly screamed in pleasure. Still pleasuring her with his mouth, Muriel slowly slid one finger inside her, slowly drawing it in an out. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning his name. She felt the pleasure building up as she thrashed about, her hands tangling in his hair every so often. When he slid in his second finger, she couldn’t contain herself anymore. But just as he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, he stopped. She was soaking wet, her sex throbbing, cheeks flushed, mouth gasping for air and glare fixated on him - clearly annoyed that he didn’t let her climax and begging for more.

He leaned down just to be drawn into a deep, greedy kiss, her arms pulling him as close as possible while he hastily tried to get rid of his pants. Muriel was so focused on pleasing her that he nearly forgot about how aroused he was himself, and all his arousal washed over him at once the moment his throbbing member was no longer contained by the fabric of his pants. His erection felt almost painful and begging for release, and judging by Tanith’s face, he could tell that she too was longing for his flesh. He was entering her slowly and carefully, giving her body time to adjust to his size. At first it was painful, and Tanith couldn’t help but tense up and grit her teeth, despite her efforts to hide it. She noticed the slight look of guilt on Muriel’s face just before he went to hide it in her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers getting tangled in his messy hair.

- Please… - she whispered - Don’t stop.

 His next hesitant movement brought nothing but a faint ghost of the pain that was before, as he entered her to the hilt with an exhale of relief. As he began to slowly rock against her, every new movement brought less pain and more pleasure, and soon she was gasping for air, letting out moans of pleasure and whispers of his name, her hands aching to caress every inch of his back and chest. Tanith felt him sliding in and out of her, in a slow, gentle, controlled pace. She was warm, and seemed to tighten around him with every movement, drawing shaky breaths and an occasional low groan from the back of his throat. Slowly but surely, he increased his pace, encouraged by Tanith’s deep pants and uncontrollable moans. His thrusts became faster and stronger as he was losing control, and before he knew it he was slamming into her, causing her eyes to roll to the back of her skull and her voice to go up a whole octave as she felt the long-awaited peak of her pleasure inch closer with each thrust of his hips. The intense, wild pleasure clouded her mind, overwhelming and overshadowing everything around her but the feeling of him inside her. And just before she reached her orgasm, on what seemed like the brink of insanity she heard him whisper “close” into her ear. She finished with a sweet scream of pleasure, her muscles contracting, legs still shaking as Muriel came inside her with an audible throaty exhale just a few thrusts after her.

 Muriel slumped over next to her, their chests heaving, enjoying the afterglow.

- We sure made quite a mess. - Tanith notices, after her breathing slows down a little.

 Muriel is noticeably flustered by the remark, and she can’t help but feel amused at a hint of red across his face before he clumsily gets up and comes back with a towel, soaked in the warm leftover water from the teapot, and a clean piece of fur. Tanith smiled. Then and there she knew that she made the right choice when she followed Inanna to the woods. Surprisingly, there was no gentler and kinder man in the whole Vesuvia than the terrifying “Scourge of the South”. And she knew she loved him.

 Muriel fell asleep, holding her near, knowing that he won’t be forgotten ever again, because his lover will always remember his face. At last, that gave him peace… To be remembered.

[thecorteztwins]

razzle-dazzle-13 replied to your post “What characters would YOU have liked to see in X-Men Evolution? Send...”

Have you done Fabian Cortez, because I WANT EVO VERSE FABIAN CORTEZ. If yes how about Catseye?

Both coming right up! Under a cut for length because I have LOTS OF IDEAS!!

CATSEYE So I have a concept for the Evo version of the Hellions HERE but if we wanted to just do Catseye and not the whole Hellions team, I have another idea too! There start being reports of a big cat on the loose in a major city, assumed to be an escaped zoo animal or illegal pet. The X-Men are aware of it, but don’t consider it to have anything to do with them, until a photo of emerges of the beast transforming into a werecat-type form. Obviously this is mutant business now, so they fly out and go on a hunt for the creature, to find her before human authorities do! They succeed and, of course, it’s indeed a mutant, it’s Catseye! Rather than being unable to speak when they find her, I’d say she already has her sing-song broken syntax speech, suggesting she was abandoned as a child rather than a baby and thus retained language, she just hasn’t used it in a LONG time because she stayed in feline form most of her life, til said form got too big to be taken for a normal cat anymore. Rahne is obviously her bestie, they’re FREQUENTLY seen together, and Rahne really enjoys having someone she can run around in animal form with (Evo Rahne doesn’t seem to have the same issues/upbringing as 616, though she also didn’t get much spotlight in Evo either so I think we can hint at some slightly similiar stuff) They definitely get into LOADS of trouble, and there should absolutely be whole episodes dedicated to that! But another character she ends up being close to is X-23, who is a New Mutant by that time (and still going only by that name) A lot of people call X-23 “feral” but like...she’s not? Her entire existence is defined by captivity. She doesn’t act like a wild animal at all, not really, she acts like an ABUSED animal. Catseye, by contrast, is the truly free one. Everyone else wants to teach X-23 to be a person, which is definitely super important, but only Catseye shows her how to be an animal, beholden to nothing but her own natural desires and instincts. And Catseye isn’t doing this DELIBERATELY, it’s just her being herself. She also doesn’t look at X-23 as different from any other human, because she has no frame of reference for what a “normal” human is anyway, and that ends up meaning a lot to X-23 even if Catseye never knows it. Catseye also never calls her X-23. Catseye doesn’t call ANYONE by their actual name. She may call them by their codenames, but mostly she gives them nicknames based on their traits. She says this is because human names like Kurt or Sam don’t tell you anything about who that person is, but some codenames do (and some don’t, like Shadowcat, she’s not a cat, Catseye is a cat!) And...that gets X-23 thinking...she doesn’t want to be X-23 forever. She’s actually wanted to be called something else for a LONG time now, but she could never think of what. Because she doesn’t have an identity besides a weapon. But...maybe a new codename could be a good start? That’s how she starts going by Talon. She won’t start going by Laura until she meets Gabby. Catseye really frustrates and flusters Scott, as he really just has no idea how to deal with her? Deliberate troublemakers or the other kids being stupid are one thing, he’s mastered that, but Catseye just this entirely NEW thing. Jean is a bit more patient with her, but she can probably afford to be thanks to her powers letting her deal with Sharon easier (telekinetically stopping her, telepathically showing her something that she can’t verbally understand, etc) She also scares and upsets Amara, who is supposedly the “princess” of the bunch according to source material, and Amara’s reactions just make her keep going. She also has made it a game to try and catch Kurt (especially his tail, it moves around and she HAS to catch it!) because his powers make it such a challenge. She LOVES pouncing Multiple because of how he splits into duplicates when she does. A lot of people get fed up with her, and for good reason. Rahne will gently try to correct her in private, but in front of others, she ALWAYS defends Catseye----she didn’t hurt anyone, she doesn’t understand, etc. It’s expected by everyone that Beast will be her favorite teacher, that they’ll relate, etc., but in fact Beast shies away from her. It turns out that she reminds him of his own “beastliness” too much, his fear of becoming an animal on the INSIDE as well as in appearance, and it makes him uncomfortable to be around her, and then THAT makes him feel guilty because she’s just a child and he should be helping her. He gets this whole arc of coming to terms with this, with his fears, and then trying to connect with her...only for her to be totally disinterested in having him for a mentor, because their interests are totally different. Much like how Hellions!Catseye didn’t understand that the New Mutants were her enemies, Evo!Catseye doesn’t understand that the Brotherhood are the bad guys either. I can see her developing friendships with all them except Pietro. I think Wanda and Lance end up letting their walls down with her because she’s more like an animal than a person, so they don’t feel uncomfortably vulnerable being nice with her like they would with most people. With Blob, she’s not put off by his simple nature or intimidating size or his lack of social skills, since, as with X-23, she doesn’t know that these things aren’t “normal” or have any frame of reference to judge him by. And though she’s VERY intelligent, she’s also pretty simple too. And with Toad, again, she can’t judge that he’s “weird” and I don’t think his odor puts her off like it does other people. Cats are very clean creatures, of course, but their standards of what smells good and bad are different than humans. Like cats LOVE stinky socks! Pietro I think though would just not have any patience with her and not see any use in being pals with her. There has definitely been an AWKWARD AS HELL moment where she, in full human form, jumped into Prof X’s lap in front of guests/visiting parents. FABIAN Okay so LOTS of versions/ideas here! When I first made this blog, my idea for Evo Fabian was just...Duncan Matthews as a mutant. If you don’t remember who that is, he’s the jerkass blond football jock that Jean dates for a few seasons. He’d be a cocky, athletic asshole who hits on all the girls and is unbearable to EVERYONE. Total bully, total creep, gets recruited into the Brotherhood as a baby budding mutant supremacist with his sister, everything you’d expect. Then I actually started writing him and...it went differently than that? He ended up not being so much a Jerk Jock cliche as just a...pretty NORMAL guy? He’s simultaneously a little full of himself and a little unsure at the same time, in the typical fashion of teen boys, and he gets more unsure as he begins meeting other mutants and realizing how outclassed his powers are, which prompts him to try to be competitive with them, especially the other boys, which makes him come off as kind of an ass, especially when butting heads with guys who are already kind of prickly, like Lance. But he’s also like...he’s not CRUEL either, he can be nice and friendly and nervous too, and he actually actively looks out for Anne Marie. He’ll call her stupid and stuff, but he’s always got her back, and he sticks up for her when someone else calls her the same stuff or upsets her. He’s like...not so much “Fabian but a teen” as he is “Fabian BEFORE he actually became Fabian”? So less over-the-top delightfully fun asshole, but also more well-rounded and human. I also started thinking...would he be Brotherhood? Because a common factor of all the Bhood kids is that they seem to come from lower-class backgrounds and broken homes. Pietro and Wanda were abused and abandoned by their shit dad, Lance was in foster care when Mystique found him, Fred was in a truck show with no parents/guardians in sight and doesn’t seem to have ever attended school before, and Toad...we don’t really know, but I think it’s safe to say that any adults in his life either aren’t there or don’t care that he’s living in this shitty boarding house with no adult supervision half the time. Whereas I see the Evo Cortez twins as coming from a nice middle class suburban nuclear family, with good parents and a good support system and all. And I think that would make them harder for Mystique to exploit. She seems to prey primarily on kids with nowhere else to go, who no one else cares about. So maybe Fabian and Anne Marie might very well end up with the New Mutants/X-Men, which could be a lot of fun too! Just because teen Fabian is a human being and not GIANT IRREDEEMABLE ASSHOLE 616 FABIAN doesn’t mean he still can’t act cocky during training and get his ass handed to him, or try to flirt with every girl in his class (I think he’d like Amara best, she seems most his type, which makes me want to see Tabitha either try to keep him away from her or try to push Amara to “go have fun with the new hunk!” though tbh I ship Tabby/Amara SOOOO) But the difference is we could get DEVELOPMENT with that! Like maybe the reason he’s such a cocky asshole in training is that he’s embarrassed about his benign/passive/”useless” powers not being suited to combat, and feeling emasculated by it compared to the other guys. And the obnoxious hitting on the girls coming from not actually knowing how to talk to them normally, because the only girl he knows is Anne Marie, who is definitely not a mode for normalcy, and who only responds to/understands TOTALLY BLUNT BLUNTNESS Anne Marie should also get EVO’S FIRST SAME-SEX ROMANCE! So like...I feel like we could totally get a cute, human Fabian while still keeping his funny traits? And he’s A TOTAL JERK to the Brotherhood BIG TIME of course, like he considers them TOTAL TRASH, so there’s definitely still some “bully” there too! BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE! So, obviously the allure of Evo is it’s a canon high school au, we get all our faves as teens. But, some are still adults! Beast, Storm, Pro f X, Mystique, Magneto...what if Fabian was one of those? So, we see that in the future, Magneto himself will change sides and become a teacher to the New Mutants. That’s going to leave a big power vacuum, both in the universe and in the plot. So who steps up to fill it but...FABIAN CORTEZ? Which follows comics canon of him trying to usurp Magneto’s place as the leader of the radical mutant supremacy movement, just in this version he (probably?) didn’t try to murder him to do it, he just picked up where Magneto left behind, and uses the anger of Magneto’s former followers at Magneto “abandoning” them to his advantage. He basically gets to be the new Big Bad on the “evil mutants” side (and unlike the Brotherhood, he and his Acolytes will live up to the term!) and be the evil, over-the-top, over-dramatic Fabian Cortez we all know and...er, kinda love? And he can still be creepy too, just he only hits on the adults like Storm (and maybe Jean, who might be in college at that point) and probably his own lieutenants, as he’s doubtlessly recruited some new Acolytes. He’ll be 2D, sure, but Evo Magneto was a pretty irredeemable bastard too most of the time. Also, remember how the Brotherhood is shown to join up with SHIELD as adults? I wrote a fic last year in which FABIAN WAS ON THEIR TEAM