#I doubt me liking this ship is a surprise to anyone given my old uploads but tbh it's a miracle that I do. Or should I call it 'anomaly'?

[turbo-tsundere]

*superglues them together*

Aka, eeeeh fok it. Here's some ougoku stuff I've been sitting on. Happy THOSE GUYS day.

[andrea-lyn]

 @lambourngb​ and @sabrinachill both tagged me for this one, thank you!

20 questions, writer’s edition! 

How many works do you have on AO3?

I am sitting at 427 now, which have been uploaded since 2010 when I joined it! 

What’s your total AO3 word count?

3,029,080 which is only scarier to think about how many things I never bothered to import to AO3.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

That would be 56, though a ton of them are fandoms where I contributed a single thing and that was it. 

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In order:

ready for my close up, mr. dameron

how to fall in love with a fairytale

Your Hand In Mine

what a tale my thoughts could tell

hallelujah, you're still mine

So, three Star Wars, two Old Guard (not surprised). 

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Always, always, always. I always want the chance to thank ppl for comments and I love it if conversation sparks and I get to know the readers more and then get to interact. 

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Given the comments and bookmarks from this fic talking about how people can’t read it more than once, I’m reliably going with  The Time Traveling Pilot for this one. 

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Honestly, I’m a sucker for happy endings. I’m 90% fluff and happy endings, and then 10% “I want to wreck you and make you sob”. 

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I do! I think the craziest was I did a gen Doctor Who & House MD crossover with a sequel where Ten took Chase time-travelling and there were a bunch of OCs and I actually really enjoyed writing it. 

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I will preface this to say that I actually feel fairly lucky that I don’t experience much hate for what I write. I will get concrit sometimes where the reader and I don’t gel on what I’ve written, which is fine. I have received some hate though, the one that sticks out in my mind was on an RPF piece that just reamed me out for the plot. 

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do, but not very frequently because it feels very ‘insert slot a into tab b’ at a certain point, and it’s so mechanical to write and edit. 

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

This is a nope for me! 

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! 

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Cowriting is one of my fave things, and yes, have done a few.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don’t know that I have an all-time because I have a whole tab of pairings I’ll go comfort read. Some of my faves include McDanno, Joe/Nicky, Arthur/Eames, Pynch, Malex, Kirk/McCoy, Cherik, Gwaine/Percival, Peggy/Bucky/Steve, Peggy/Sousa, and Scott/Isaac. I definitely revisit those a lot.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

As far as my brain is concerned, all my current WIPs are getting finished. We’ll see in a few months.

What are your writing strengths?

Consistency. I’m very good at making myself work through the slogs and then editing it out later, so I do have a tendency to finish things that I wouldn’t have imagined I would otherwise, so long as there’s a plot I can write. 

What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh man do I suck at descriptive and beautiful prose. I can give you a good AU, some fun dialogue, but I can’t make your breath stop with my narrative. It’s been causing a lot of self-doubt lately because then when I do try, it feels false and not like me. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It depends! Sometimes, I want the reader to feel a little on the outside, and then I’ll keep the translated language in, but I’ve come around to doing something like: “This is the dialogue,” said the character in French.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Okay, this is going to date me, but original Charmed as a very wee one (I was that kid who lied about my age on the internet).

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I’m extremely self-critical of my writing to the point that I always hate what I go back and re-read, so if I picked something here, I’d go read it and then decide I disliked it, but I will say that I really and truly love the Anastasia AU that I wrote for Joe/Nicky, and it is a true fave.

Tagging @rhubarbdreams @raedear @knoepfchen @kaydeefalls @skjc-writes @insidious-intent @christchex @hklnvgl @el-gilliath @werebearbearbar @hazel-athena @inell @atthelamppost and anyone else I missed who wants to play writer 20 questions! 

[bluepenguinstories]

Happiness Overload Chapter Sixty-Two

My little rock was a flotation device against the rest of rushing rapids that made up the pool; the rest of the world, a scattered valley of rocks against a frantic body of water which was once composed of several bodies. Now one, and one that was overjoyed with the prospects of flooding over the little chunks which made up the remaining remnants of land, or being dried out, or come what may.

I sat on the edge, of course, and kicked my feet against the water as I bobbed my head and smiled. If a tune came to mind, I would have hummed it, but none did. Which was fine enough for me. Just the idea that the waters itself were much stronger than my legs, and yet it was the upper half of me which kept me tethered to the ground.

“To think that any moment, I could get swept up and it would all be over!” I remarked, just as overjoyed as the waters, and the ground which kept me ‘down to earth’ (as the saying went).

“I’m glad to see you can still find pleasure as the end draws near,” my old robotic friend and enemy stood behind me, either in scorn or admiration, except I knew it was neither of those things, so it didn’t make much sense to use either descriptors. But it wasn’t just an observation. An analysis sounded like the word she would have used. Like she wanted to gauge who I was.

“I see no reason to be displeased!” I replied.

“It’s uncharacteristic of you.”

“Is it?” I wondered about that. Maybe at one point it would have been. “It’s nice to see you again, by the way, Etna,” I turned at last.

“You as well,” she stated. No hint of emotion, but the word choice was still interesting. No doubt she had capacity for sarcasm. “You always were my favorite.”

“Do you mean that?” I asked.

She shook her head and smiled.

“What does it matter anymore?”

I grinned. “Fair enough!”

‘Favorite’ to her probably meant ‘test subject’ or ‘experiment’ or ‘pet’, anyway. Not that I minded what the context was, as being a favorite in any category delighted me.

I fell back on the patch of dirt, or gravelly rock which I called a bed. In my mind, it was sand, as sand was the thing typically associated with islands, but then again, I guess the place I occupied was too small to be an island.

“Still, it’s funny to thing that it’s been more than four years and soon it will all end. Like, with everything that’s happened, and all this running around, and it’s still happening. Whether it was the way others wanted it to be or not, things really are coming to a close. Really makes you think, doesn’t it?” I asked, although not addressed (necessarily, though there wasn’t anyone else) to Professor Etna.

“Yes. I’ve spent a great deal of my time thinking and little else. If I were powered by a computer, like counterparts of mine in other timelines, I would have ceased to exist long ago. But seeing as we are carry the same being, I remain. What has been four years for you has been much longer for me. In that time, I have stood, watching as the world and all of its inhabitants decay, unable to do anything.”

“That’s not true!” I laughed. “You could have done more things if you wanted to! Like juggle, or play a musical instrument!”

“I have a synthesizer in my mind and can procure the sound of any instrument. As for me doing anything else, yes. But I could no longer control the situation in a way that I saw satisfactory. So I stood and watched as time passed.”

“Huh. Are you unhappy, then?”

I could have called it, but surprise, surprise, she shook her head.

“No. But I’ve accepted defeat. Now I just admire how everything unfolded the way it did. For a while, I held an empire. Domination over the world across timelines. Even if that time has passed, I do not forget the feeling.”

“Still hard to believe that you would just give up. Doesn’t sound...characteristic of you?” I grinned and scoffed. “You can’t tell me you didn’t plan something.”

“Yes. In fact, I did: I created a copy of myself through a USB drive and planned to have the one my likeness was based on upload said copy onto one of the computers aboard The Flashbulb’s HQ. Then, I planned to have my revenge and kill everyone aboard the ship. Eventually, I would introduce myself on a new version of Earth and usher in a new reign. It was a success, too, except as soon as I manifested, she killed me. Or, that copy of me. As things stand, that was my backup plan. Now all that’s left is to die on this planet.”

Hmm...Hmm...Mm...Hmm?

“So you let yourself be defeated, is what you’re saying,” I pointed out. As if it weren’t obvious already.

“What ever could you mean?” She smiled her devilish smile. “Why would I ever do something like that?”

“Beats me! All’s I know is that you’re far too calculating to allow yourself to be defeated like that. Also, that revenge thing? Not your style. Total bluff, if anything. You’re the type to entice others into seeking vengeance, not the other way around. Also, I know how she freed herself of the happiness, but she’d be far too weakened for her to get such a strike in. You know that as well as I do.”

“You wish to take her victory away from her?” She crooned in that sweet, malicious voice.

“A victory is a victory, now matter how it’s achieved. Besides, I’m happy for her. I’d love to see her one more time, but what makes her happy now is being at peace, and what makes me happy is my friends being happy,” I shrugged. “Still, I wonder why you did that. You’re too stubborn to give up and you’re too smart to allow yourself to be defeated.”

“I surprise myself sometimes. Maybe it’s that I’m masochistic as well as sadistic.”

“You got off on your own defeat?” I rolled around and laughed.

“I was offering a possible explanation.”

“Well, whatever it is, what’s done is done. I just found it strange. Like you’ve had a change of heart or something.”

“How is what I did any different than your situation?” She posed the question to me. “You too have given up. Rather than try to fight against the end of the world, or try to prevent your death, you’re just letting it happen.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, is there? I’ll accept any situation as long as I’m still happy!”

“I preferred the old you. You were so fun how you thought that you could make a difference and how fast you turned to despair. You’re no fun the way you are now.”

“Aw,” I tried to sympathize. “If it helps, you can kill me right now.”

“It wouldn’t have the same effect. Could you really call yourself powerless in your current situation?”

I thought about it. In a more literal sense, not at all. At the same time, I didn’t think it was all that different than prior versions of me; sure, I had more control over the situation and if it made me more happy to do so, I would live on. So would the world. But I felt like it needed to happen, for the benefit of others, even if in reality, it may not have made much of a difference, if any at all.

“I’m not powerless in the sense that the way I feel won’t change, but isn’t that a good thing? If you were to kill me on the brink of despair, wouldn’t you have told me, ‘at least you had fun on the way’ as some sort of crooked form of acceptance? Well, at least I saw my friends on the way, and I got to be happy, and really, that’s all I could ask for.”

“But,” I continued. “What about you? If you’re not here to kill me, then does that mean you weren’t the one who wanted me to come down to Earth?”

She shook her head. Right. I should have known already. If she was the one who called for me, she would have made sure I knew.

“But I know who. Such a being is the only one besides us left on this remnant of a planet. You will find him below here. In the middle of this platform is a hole. Down the hole is a flight of stairs. Walk down there, and you will find him, far below the earth. If you wish to think of it in more fantastic terms, you could think of his dwelling as the mythical land of Agartha.”

“Man,” I bemoaned. “That really was the worst singularity. Why couldn’t it have been somewhere cool like Shimousa or Salem, Massachusetts.”

Dr. (or Professor) Etna groaned. It sounded like the humming noise a computer made when it had to let out air because it was running too many processes. Or it sounded like that sound when you put quarters into a soda machine and you hear the rumbling of the can before it goes down the slot.

“Why do you have to turn everything into a reference?” She asked me.

“Beats me,” I shrugged. “Feels like tradition at this point. Like, I’m going to die this way, I may as well mention whatever.” I stood up and walked over to the middle of the ‘island’. Then Etna and I were face to face. She seemed just as imposing, but even less interested in being so.

“You know, the whole ‘hole in the middle of an island’ thing reminds me of when I used to go around in Minecraft and find a small place out in the middle of the ocean and just start digging into the dirt.”

“Ah, yes,” she smiled. “I used to host a private server in my mind and all of these players would get invites, and they all had a fun time. Then when they would go offline, I would take their stuff and throw it into lava. When they went back online, they would get shocked that their items were missing and start to accuse each other of who could have done such a thing.”

First of all, I was shocked that she even heard of that game (then again, why? Supersmart AI, mind is already a computer, likely with an internet connection, what’s the surprise?), but then, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh man,” I gasped for breath as I worked up a hoot. “You were a griefer! That SO fits you!”

“Yes,” she smiled. “How I miss torturing people so. When the euphoria set in, I found less and less people to mess with.”

I looked down. The stairs were inviting, in that ominous ‘you know you shouldn’t, but come on, it’s stairs’ way. After feeling the existential pressure that stairs leading underground could exert, I faced Etna once more.

“Is there any way you can be happy?” I asked her.

“Oh, don’t worry. It brings me great joy just to know that the one who awaits you will find no satisfaction in the end.”

There were other questions I wanted to ask her, like, “you know how Ves is a lesbian, and you’re based on her, so what about you? What’s your sexuality? How does AI sexuality work? Does an AI even have a preference?” But I already knew that she would say something like:

“I derive pleasure both from hurting and being hurt by others. Nothing else.”

And I wouldn’t know what to say to that, because did that mean she was pansexual or asexual? Whatever it meant, it wasn’t my kink (coincidentally, I had no kink), but I was happy that something pleased her. At least, pleasure is associated with happiness. I’m pretty sure.

In the end, all I really said to Etna was:

“Take care.”

She nodded, and I no longer felt her presence. All that was left was to walk down, into the unknown. I felt the ground beneath me quake and I knew that there was no more time left. So I hurried down, into the darkness, and thought about all the light feelings that Euphoria had brought me.

[velvetchen]

Anonymous | pt. v

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Scenario: Tumblr AU Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader Word Count: 2226 Rating: T

Summary: Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never met? You just shot to tumblr fame when the latest chapter of your webtoon went viral. Messages start flooding in – hundreds of people saying things good and bad alike. One anon catches your eye, and you find you just have to reply to them…

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[12:03 AM] You: hey C, you awake? [12:05 AM] C: yeah what’s up? [12:05 AM] You: oh cool [12:05 AM] You: what are you doing~~ [12:07 AM] C: you know me, always working [12:08 AM] C: new song [12:08 AM] C: it’s coming along well i don’t want to interrupt it by going to bed [12:09 AM] You: you still haven’t let me hear any of your songs :( [12:10 AM] You: we’ve been texting for a while now and i still don’t even know your name [12:11 AM] You: i mean it’s fine like this but i can’t help but wonder [12:15 AM] C: trust me, S [12:15 AM] C: there’s a reason i’m so private

Anonymous asked: Lmao you think by blocking me you’re safe? I can do a lot, you know

Oh, you again

Anonymous asked: You don’t seem excited to see me :(

Anonymous asked: I just wanna know who my favorite author is, is that so bad?

oo3043j

posts about #webtoon and #me

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oo3043j: I know who you are

oo3043j: You think just because we’re your fans, you don’t owe us anything?

oo3043j: Lol bitch

oo3043j: Let me just say I’ve done some research on you

oo3043j: And I don’t just know your name…

oo3043j: I know C’s too

oo3043j: I don’t think it’s a name you want your fans to know. Given how much hate you’re already getting

oo3043j: Do I have your attention yet?

oo3043j.tumblr.com

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Meditate on this empty tumblr for a while.

[8:03 AM] C: hey how’s it going with that anon who was harassing you? :( [8:08 AM] You: oh it’s fine they backed off kinda [8:09 AM] You: well not really but i’m seeing if the cold shoulder works [8:10 AM] C: ahh i see~~ [8:10 AM] You: C just tell me one thing [8:10 AM] You: should i be worried about you? [8:12 AM] C: i get the feeling you’re not asking about my health... [8:13 AM] You: i’m serious [8:13 AM] You: who are you, really [8:16 AM] C: is that anon putting you up to this? [8:17 AM] You: what, i can’t have my doubts? [8:19 AM] C: come on, what are they saying about me [8:25 AM] You: i don’t have to tell you anything

Posted on 29 November with 44 notes

justanothershortcake:

So, webtoon developments aside (I’ll get to that in my next post, don’t worry) I’m sure all you shortcakes remember C? Yup, the guy who was flirting with S in the old days when SS was just starting to go viral. Yes, him. Well, if you’ve been keeping up with S as obsessively as I have, you probably know that they’ve been DMing ever since. Yup. And S said they’re almost best friends. Yuuuup.

So if you ship it, oh boy have I got some good news for you. It might not be from the most reliable - or ethical - source, but hey, gossip is gossip, right?

Should I post it on here or do you guys wanna shoot me a DM for the dirt?

soldmyseoul:

MINNIE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T TELL US

justanothershortcake:

I’m doing this for Chi @soldmyseoul …… if I go to jail, it’s her fault okay? Lol

The deets are: someone tracked C’s IP and figured out he’s an idol. A REAL LIFE IDOL.

You better believe it.

forgetmeright:

Update on this - they actually hacked S’s phone. I don’t know how much I trust this info but yeah they used C’s phone number to verify his location and the address on file for his number is apparently the address of the SM building in Cheongdam-dong, Seoul.  

Like I said this is probably false, they could just be making this up for attention. Everything seems super unlikely.

rxdvxlvxt:

yeah you’re wrong about it being false. they did hack S’s phone. idk who it was but they leaked some pictures on a blog and it’s since been taken down, but there are a lot of posts about how they hacked into her phone and how she’s a total no good bitch and whatever.... :/

[1:22 PM] You: C i need you to tell me [1:22 PM] You: i’m honestly getting freaked out [1:23 PM] You: they hacked into my phone and my pictures are being uploaded and i think they might have got your number too [1:29 PM] C: S i really don’t want to tell you [1:29 PM] C: i respect your privacy, don’t i? [1:31 PM] You: privacy isn’t even a goddamn issue here, it’s a matter of my safety [1:31 PM] You: and your safety too [1:32 PM] You: honestly when you’re as famous as i am, nothing is as simple as it sounds [1:33 PM] C: oh you wanna talk to me about fame? [1:33 PM] C: you know nothing about fame, okay [1:34 PM] C: this is nothing. compared to how some people live [1:34 PM] You: oh and how would YOU know

C is typing…

C is typing…

Anonymous asked: You really think because you’re famous you have a chance with an idol? Back off

I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about?

oo3043j: Aren’t you wondering how I found your photos? Hahaha

This user has been blocked.

[6:56 PM] C: okay fine [6:57 PM] C: you deserve to know [6:57 PM] C: meet me at midnight at this address [7:00 PM] C: sent a map location [7:01 PM] C: i’ll explain everything

[7:12 PM] You: jia he asked me to meet him [7:12 PM] You: should i??? [7:13 PM] You: i mean things are getting absolutely crazy and i just want everything to stop [7:13 PM] You: but what if he’s....you know [7:14 PM] Jia: a serial killer?? Lol [7:15 PM] Jia: i get why you’re worried, i would be too [7:15 PM] Jia: i mean, all this hate stuff started because of him in a way [7:15 PM] Jia: honestly i think you should go [7:16 PM] Jia: it would definitely sort things out [7:16 PM] Jia: i’ll come with you, if that helps [7:17 PM] You: thanks so much jia ;-;

It was a quarter to eleven when you finally left the house. By some stroke of luck, the location C had chosen happened to be close by. You’d been surprised, and not in a good way. What if he was a stalker? What if you were walking straight into a trap?

You let out a breath. You knew him - from what you had gathered, he was possibly the most harmless person you’d ever seen. Someone who wanted to hurt you wouldn’t have been so nice, would they?

You didn’t know.

The meeting place he’d picked was a children’s park. At night it was eerie, and the sounds of the wind through the metal structures sounded too much like whispers. Were you alone? It certainly didn’t feel like it. It felt like there were eyes on you from every direction. You shivered as you made your way over to a bench and sat down, flinching at the cold metal of it.

It was ten minutes later that you finally saw a figure coming down the pathway to the park, clad in black and making shuffling footsteps that grew louder as he approached. You held your breath. Was it him? Was it C? You wanted to stand up, but decided not to draw attention to yourself. Jia was waiting in the car within screaming distance. If he turned out to be anyone but C - or if he was, and he tried something - you were pretty sure you could make a safe getaway.

He looked right at you when he entered the park, footsteps ceasing as he stepped onto the sand. He wore a hoodie, but you could still make out his features: a round face, high cheekbones, wide eyes. “S?” He said quietly.

You stood up at last. “C? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He sounded exactly like you’d expected. It was definitely him. “You came.”

“I did,” you said awkwardly, crossing your arms over your stomach. “Are you going to explain?”

He reached up to run a hand through his hair and in the process knocked back his hood, exposing his bright red hair to the wind. Quickly, he yanked it back up. “I should, shouldn’t I? Sit - sit down, I’ll tell you.” You backed down onto the bench and sat again, pressing yourself to the opposite end to maximize the distance between the both of you.

“My name is Park Chanyeol,” he started, sitting down. The name was familiar - where had you heard it?

“And?”

“And I’m an idol. I’m Chanyeol from EXO.” He swallowed, the bobbing of his throat visible. Almost imperceptibly, he winced, like he wished he hadn’t told you.

You froze. “You’re...an….idol.”

“I’m an idol.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s why you were-” you looked away, frowning. “I get it now.”

“...Yeah.”

There was a pause. Even though you knew each other well, meeting him in the flesh was a whole new monster. He felt unreachable after his confession. A million miles away. “Well. Thanks for telling me, I guess. It clears up a lot.”

You stood, making to leave. Chanyeol’s hand shot out to grab your wrist, his eyes flicking from his grip on you to your face and back. “Wait, S, don’t go.”

Unsteadily, you sat back down, not taking your eyes off him. “I...you’ll still talk to me, right? Won’t you?”

You answered truthfully. “I don’t know.”

“Please.” He moved closer to you, eyes pleading.

You wanted to say okay, but you couldn’t believe it. He was an idol, a thousand times removed from your simple life. How could you go on talking to him knowing who he actually was, having met him? Realizing he had talked to you for no other reason than him liking your work and by extension, you? It was overwhelming. “Why?”

“Well, why not?” He grinned, a quick smile that lit up his features and then faded as fast as it had come. “Oh, did I make you feel uncomfortable? I’m sorry. I, uh,” he leaned away, pushing himself to the other end of the bench like you had. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t realize what it would be like for you. I’m sorry.”

You looked down at your hands. “Do you really want to talk to me?”

That smile was back. “Yeah. Obviously. Otherwise I wouldn’t have messaged you in the first place.” Gaining some sort of courage, he leaned back toward you, his hand lightly covering yours. “I’m just a normal person, S. I swear. You have nothing to be afraid of.”

You met his eyes. “I’m not afraid.”

“Good.” He swallowed again. “So I can go home and expect you to text me back?”

A tiny laugh escaped you. “Okay. Yes. Okay.”

He got up first, holding out his hand to help you, face falling just slightly when you didn’t take it and got up on your own. You might have agreed to keep talking to him, but you weren’t ready for anything else. Despite his assurance that he was just as normal as you, you still couldn’t feel like he was a real person at all. You wished it were easy to accept it - but it wasn’t.

“Did you come by yourself?”

You shook your head. “Oh, good, then. You can make it to the car alone?”

Again speechless, you nodded.

He looked reluctant to let you go. “Okay,” he finally said. “It was nice seeing you.”

“You too,” you choked out, and without another word, turned to leave. You could feel his eyes on you all the way back to your car. When you were out of sight, you ran.

[12:49 AM] C: did you get home safe? [12:53 AM] You: i did, thank you :) [12:55 AM] C: i should be thanking you [12:55 AM] C: again, i realize you might have been really uncomfortable [12:56 AM] C: shit, all that hate you’re getting is because of me [12:56 AM] C: i’m really sorry :( i didn’t know what i was getting you into [12:57 AM] You: it’s okay [12:57 AM] You: i just still can’t believe [12:57 AM] You: i’m glad you told me, i’m a little more at peace now [12:58 AM] You: there’s still some shit going on but this helps [12:58 AM] C: glad to hear that :)

[1:05 AM] C: by the way, did i mention you’re beautiful? [1:06 AM] C: i meant to tell you after comiccon, but i forgot [1:06 AM] You: don’t say things like that ;;;;; [1:07 AM] C: why not? it’s true [1:07 AM] C: i’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you [1:08 AM] You: are you just saying that so that i’ll talk to you more? [1:08 AM] C: :) [1:08 AM] C: S, maybe you should know something else too [1:09 AM] You: oh god, what now, you’re a gang leader? [1:10 AM] C: come on [1:10 AM] C: i’m serious, S [1:11 AM] C: i meant to tell you at the park but stopped myself every time [1:11 AM] C: i should’ve told you then [1:12 AM] C: S, i think i’m in love with you