#I feel myself rushing myself to do more more more. Like gurl

[aliensupersyn]

I think tonight imma start a new Sukuna sketch, then write and make some gifs tomorrow.

[allaboardthevespa]

An All-Star Proposal

Greetings my fellow Disventurers, this is ya gurl Vespa back in action with another one-shot.

This one is just something I'd REALLY like to see at the end of All-Stars. I got inspired for this one a while back when I read a fic on Wattpad that had a Jaiden proposal, and I decided to do that but for my favorite ship!

I made it ambiguous who wins, cuz I don't really wanna make any stupid predictions ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I dunno if this will ACTUALLY happen, but I think it'd just be an AMAZING way for the season to end. Hope you enjoy!

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“Well, everyone,” Kristal spoke to the audience, looking proud, “I hope you’ve all enjoyed another incredible season of Disventure Camp!” She high-fived her co-host Oliver, “It’s been a crazy season, but at the end of it all, one champion reigned supreme! And though this story may be over, there will be more Disventure Camp in the future! So keep an eye out, and until then-”

“Wait, Oliver, Kristal!” a voice spoke up from behind them, and both hosts turned around to see Ellie stepping out from the group of the season’s competitors. “Before you sign off…I have something to say.” Everyone put their eyes on Ellie, who gave a determined smile to the two hosts. Oliver and Kristal glanced at each other for a moment, then Oliver nodded to the Minimum Wage Worker, “Go ahead.”

Ellie took a shaky breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say, and walked up to stand between the hosts and the competitors as she began speaking…

“Everyone…I’ve done some things I’m not proud of during my time on this show. I’ve made some mistakes, I’ve fallen in with the wrong crowd, I’ve been a real jerk.” She cringed a little as memories flew through her mind of some of the things she’d done – eliminating Lill and Ashley, break up Tom and Jake, and lash out at Jake in anger in the caves. “That’s why I’ve stepped up to be a better person this season. Did I succeed? Not all of the time…but I hope I showed a better half of me." The contestants – even Jake – all smiled back at the workaholic, letting her know that she’d done well in showing her better side to them, and they knew she was a good person at the end of the day.

“But…I won’t lie to your face and say that everything I did in season one…doesn’t still haunt me.” The redhead involuntarily clenched a fist as her bad memories rushed through her mind. “I still hear what I said to Jake in the caves echoing through my mind. How I said those mean things to him and disregarded his trauma…” She took another breath… “I feel awful about it to this very day.” She quivered as those painful emotions took hold of her. “After I got home from the first season, I felt like I lost everything from it. I’d humiliated and exposed myself on live TV and I thought all of you hated my guts. And I blamed myself for it all. My mind went to a dark place after season one, and…I don’t think I ever could have recovered from that time in my life…” Wiping away some tears that had been misting up her eyes, Ellie brought her gaze upwards and turned to face one certain other competitor…

“…had it not been for someone very, very special to me.”

And with that, everyone’s eyes fell upon Gabby. The nature-loving girl felt her heart skip a beat as she registered that Ellie was talking about her. She gazed at her lover with a look of pure adoration, soothing her heart with her beautiful smile. Ellie stepped towards the brown-haired girl, who approached her in turn. Both girls took hold of one another’s hands, feeling their hearts warm as they gazed into one another’s eyes.

After a moment of quiet, Ellie went on with her speech, keeping her gaze fixed on her beloved…

“Oh, Gabby…I wish I knew what to say to express to you just how thankful I am for everything you’ve done for me. Even when I was in that dark place, you still stood by me. When I didn’t see the light in myself, you showed me that I was still worth something. You didn’t give up on me, ever.” “Of course I didn’t, sweetheart,” Gabby responded tenderly, “You’re still the most important person in my life, and I don’t know where I’d be without you. You deserve someone who cares about you, even if you feel like a failure. That’s what you taught me back in season one.”

For a brief moment, the girls pushed their lips together in a soft, gentle kiss, and everyone behind them cooed at the wonderful sight of two girls expressing their never-ending love and loyalty for one another. “Oh, those two are just the sweetest couple!” sniffled Rosa Maria in tears of pure emotion, wiping tears from her face as Lake patted her back in comfort.

And when they separated, Ellie moved forward in her speech, still keeping her eyes fixed on her lover…

“Now, I don’t know what my future holds. After all it’s been years since season one and a lot has changed in our lives, but something that hasn’t changed is my love for you. In fact, all that’s changed is that I love you more every day.” She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. “And I don’t know how I could ever repay you for the support you’ve given me over these past years. I just…love you so much. And I hope you know that, my beautiful Nature Princess.” “Oh, Ellie! I’m just…so…I’m just so happy,” Gabby sniffled, having been brought to tears of pure joy by the loving words her girlfriend was giving her. “I love you so much too, and I hope I’m in your life forever!”

Ellie, holding back tears of her own, let out a little chuckle, “I hope so too…and you know…it’s funny we should both say that…because…” She took in one more deep breath, and, behind her back, she sunk one of her hands into one of her pockets…and now Kristal and Oliver realized what was truly happening here…

“I want to be yours for the rest of my life, Gabby,” Ellie told her lover, “I don’t want anyone else in my life. You are all I have ever wanted or needed. And I hope that until our dying breath…we are always by one another’s sides. All I ask of you now…is this.”

And with that…the ginger-haired girl got down on one knee, and, from behind her back, raised a tiny box which she opened wide to reveal a sparkling star ruby gemstone that sat upon a shining silver ring. The competitors gasped in awe at the sight. They couldn’t believe this was actually happening, here, on the final episode of Disventure Camp All-Stars!

And with that, Ellie gazed at Gabby with the most loving smile she could manage, and simply spoke five simple, but powerful words…

“Gabby, will you marry me?”

No-one else could even say anything before Gabby let out a shriek of pure joy and excitement and tackled the redhead to the ground, crying rivers of tears of happiness and pure adoration. Then, her response came. “YES!!! YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!! Of COURSE I’ll marry you, my sweet, beloved Sunset Angel! I’m so so so happy to have gotten to know you and I wanna be yours for all of time! I promise you I’ll be by your side forever!” She started covering her lover’s face in endless kisses, “I love you so much, Ellie! I love you with everything in my body! I’ll love you until the sun burns out and beyond!” Ellie couldn’t help giggling a little. “G-Gabby, that tickles!” She gently put her hand on her lover’s soft hair as she gazed into her beautiful eyes, “I love you too, my darling Gabby. And I always will until the end of time and beyond.”

Both girls brought one another into another soft, deep and passionate kiss, gently holding one another in a warm embrace as they cuddled on the ground. They didn’t even care who was watching, all they felt was pure joy to finally have their souls bound together forever – this was a truly magical moment, and they felt just so happy to be alive right now.

And after they’d finished their cuddly kiss on the ground, both girls got up, holding one another’s hands. Then, Ellie brought out the star ruby engagement ring she had on hand, and slipped it upon one of Gabby’s fingers – in that moment, her beloved girlfriend had officially become her fiance. They had officially made the promise of having their futures joined as one.

Then, Lake jumped forward and, giddily clapping in excitement, shouted aloud in glee and pride, “Three cheers for Ellie and Gabby!” And with that, every competitor present cheered loudly for the two girls, who held one another and nuzzled their faces together, still crying tears of joy as they silently told one another “I love you” as the shouts of approval rung loud through the hills. “Way to go, you two!” Aiden’s voice rang out behind them. “I’m proud of you, Gabby!” Tom also praised his long-time friend. “I hope you girls have an amazing future ahead of you!” Rosa Maria chirped in excitement. The girls payed them no mind. Nothing and nobody could take their attention off one another. In that moment, all that mattered to them was their lover - and now, they knew that no matter what their future would hold, they'd always have one another.

This was, simply put, the happiest moment of their life.

As the contestants all celebrated the wonderful events that’d happened – the spectacular finale of All-Stars and the engagement of two soulmates – Kristal and Oliver turned to one another happily, applauding the scene that had unfolded before them. “Now that’s what I call an amazing way to end a season!” Kristal cheered, “Not only have we found our All-Star Winner, but now two people have made a promise to be together until the end of time!” “It’s been an incredible experience hosting this season with Kristal for all of you at home,” Oliver told the audience, “And I hope you’ve all enjoyed watching it as much as we have hosting it!” “Thank you all for joining us,” Kristal spoke proudly, “And know that there will be more Disventure Camp coming in the future, and we hope you’re all excited for that!” She put an arm around her shorter co-host, “Until then, I’m Kristal…” “And I’m Oliver!” “And this was…” And with this, both hosts spoke in unision…

“Disventure Camp: All-Stars!”

[songs-about-girls-like-me]

chapter 6: the school camp pt.2, romance defeat

In an obvious turn of events, I found myself in the bathrooms mirror and still didn't like my look for the disco. Not that it was bad, it just didn't have the vibe that I wanted… and I looked underdressed as hell. But I decided again to not let that make me feel stupid or ruin my night. The idea of a dark place blasting music was so exciting for me, like a concert or a club and I was ready to dance my heart out. Nothing was stopping me from dancing, not even my ugly shirt.

The september air was fresh and the sun was just finishing setting as I left the sinks with my long shadow. I walked pass the stone benches where most of the girls were sitting and made my way to the path of gravel to wait.

"Hey" one of my classmates was there too.

"Hey" I said back.

"Are you excited? Do I look alright?" She seemed nervous, with a glimpse of a rush in her eyes. I understood the feeling and broke into a smile, excited, though I praised myself for looking chiller. I looked so chill. Maybe a bit too chill, but whatever.

"Yea, you look great" I said to her. The sun had disappeared between the trees in a matter of seconds and it was officially dark now.

"Thanks!" She sighed. She was significantly taller than me and was kinda popular, but in a way where she was more like... an exact live version of an insecure pawn to the actual popular girls, like in a disney channel movie type of way. I noticed she was wearing lip gloss and felt a bit like a baby bug next to her. I guessed she had something to talk about, and me, being so extremely low profile made her trust in my secretiveness. "Rees. I like someone, do you want to know who he is?" There it was. A smirk crossed my face. I loved secrets almost more than anything.

"Yea, tell me"

Our instructors were now asking us to follow them.

"Girls, follow the line, let's get back to the house!"

"You promise-promise to keep it a secret?"

"Yes, duh"

"I like [random boy]" said Emma as we walked up the path of gravel. In the dark, I managed to hide a grimace from her. I'd known girls found him cool and hot, but hearing it in the flesh was crazy. He was popular, but had zero appeal in my eyes. He looked like an ugly TV host to me, with a horrid gelled hairstyle.

"Oh, cool" I assured her.

"Do you think he could like me? Like… do I look nice?" I though she should care about anything else but that dude. I didn't find her cool (mostly because of this insecure pawn attitude she had) but still: it was insane that she liked him. I just guessed love was like that.

"Sure!" I nodded my head as we made our way around a flower bed of violets. "He- you're awesome Em." I had to suppress my disapproval on her crush while I tried giving her my take on what she should do, cause she kept asking. [Random boy] was ugly but "cool/popular" and I guessed that's just school hierarchy. Then my heart started feeling the electronic dance pop coming our way from the main living room in the house.

The disco was mid but it felt like a big deal, and I liked the fact that the space had a lot of windows, all with a dark view to the woods and they had an actual disco ball hanging from the ceiling. Our teacher, a 40something man with a really funny vibe who said math was "his passion", was there as a chaperone/ adult in charge and he helped making strobe lights with a lantern. Half an hour later, the room was stupidly hot with tween's sweat despite the weather being around 12°C and they had already played Pa Panamericano by "Yolanda be Cool and DCUP" twice. I was having fun, and appreciated that the music was actually really really loud, to the point where it was hard to talk over it. Ella and I had danced together to some songs and got really excited when they played California Gurls cause it was the song our teacher was choreographing in Jazz. But when some Ke$ha or Jason Derulo got played, I would become someone unrecognizable. TiK ToK was already an anthem and I felt great to be able to dance to it in a party type of context. I tried hard to not feel shy. I knew I could be cool and have fun, and so I kept dancing, with my hands in the air and moving my hips like yea.

A group of girls with boys started forming in one of the corners of the room, leaving out everyone but the "popular crowd" to dance between them like they were any different from the rest of my classmates. Like we were all kids, except for them who were actually cool and grown-ups, and were actually meant to be in this party scene.

I didn't care about other girls outdoing me in terms of hair or clothes, or the fact that they had more friends or those aeropostale shirts. I didn't mind if they were closer to our teachers, or talked to boys. Or the fact that I was wearing my grass-stained jeans tonight and they had brought body mist. But for some reason I minded the dancing.  And the popular girls had this obnoxious air about them while dancing, as if they could dance better than the rest of us girls. They, and specially Mia (yes, the one who had cursed on the name of Jazz and then found it too hard) were now showing off their dance skills as if they deserved to be thought of as "cooler than everyone else". I couldn't help but care. They all were dancing in a group mixed with girls and boys. I needed to prove to myself that I could be seen dancing. And I kept catching Mia, looking conceited, with her eyes closed and slightly uncordinated arms, quietly making everyone agree to her being the coolest newest most awesome girl here. And I cared. I was not going to silently agree to her being awesome. I knew I was a better dancer. To the trained eye (meaning, me) she even looked clumsy, while everyone liked how she danced.

So I danced and when I felt shy I reminded myself that my dance teacher had given me a little more attention lately, and I forced myself to losen up and listen carefully to the music (which is what I do even to this day lol). I danced telling myself I was really cool and then at some point I decided I needed water. The place was really dark as I crossed the room and got to the hallway leading to a second lobby where they had put out a cart with small plastic cups of water. The lights were dim, coming from the kitchen in the next room. Aaaand I lowkey knew Brody was going to be there and that's why I chose to get water right at that moment, even if part of me thought I was being insane.

"Hey" I picked up a cup from the cart. He was wearing a padded black nylon jacket that seemed too warm. I would always forget how “whatever” he actually made me feel. His outfit was better than mine but I reassured myself that my vibe was cooler. I was chill and outgoing.

"Hi" he said.

"Needed some water" I drank from the small cup, finishing half the water in one go.

"Same." He seemed nervous. Or maybe he was just sweaty. The vibe between us was a bit weirder than usual but I still wanted more water.

"I'm having fun, are you?" I tried to make conversation.

"Yes. Kinda needed a break"

"Yea. It's so hot." He nodded and I drank water. He drank water too. "Aren't you hot?" I asked, noticing beads of sweat on his face.

"Yes! I actaully am. I should take-" He stopped mid-sentence and took the jacket off.

These cups were probably the ones they used to make 100ml lime jelly for our dessert, and when I finished two of them, I took them to a trash can nearby. I picked up a third cup. We were too quiet for a second. And then for another second. I didn’t know what I had expected or wanted from this scene. I didn't like him like that, he was just a boy, and a short one at that.

"Oh, you're here?" a voice appeared from the hallway. It was Mia, and her blonde curls made an actual cool look, even if it was a bit messy with the humid air. "Oh, you took your jacket off? Why? It's kinda cold." Brody and I had been talking from across the cart and I almost felt she didn't notice me cause I was standing 1 metter away from him. But I knew it was impossible.

"Do you want my jacket?" Brody stepped up to her, looking a bit more confident for the first Time.

"Yes, sure." Mia turned around to face me but avoided eye contact while he put the jacket on her shoulders. I suddenly felt as if I shouldn't be there. But I was there first and I actually wanted water so I tried my best to pretend I though nothing about it. I took another sip from my cup. "Thanks.” She gave him a smile. “Come on, let's get back!! Wooo!" she said.

"Sure!" He said meeting her energy.

I was left alone with my water. I felt pissed off. And I felt young looking at them act like that, even if they didn't even looked cool. She took him so swiftly though, I was lowkey impressed even if I was also pissed. I could’ve never done that. It didn't really matter if she took him, cause I never would've. I wasn't decided on anything like that.

I kept thinking. Mia and Brody made no sense together. She was way "cooler" than him. And she didn't seem emotionally involved at all. I thought someone had probably matched them together. I could see Miles, Brody’s friend, behind it. He was the one trying to create a scene that day he told me Rome thought I was pretty, or liked me or whatever it was. Somehow I had no doubts, it was Miles. Either way, Brody wasn't anything mine or even close to me, and I was okay with that. I accepted my defeat on romantic drama for the night, knowing the only bubbly feeling a would get in my heart was the beat of the music inside my chest, and I took the third plastic cup to the trash. It was good that I didn't actually liked lame ass Brody, and the fact that I could keep on dancing all night (at least until 9 or 10pm) .There it was, a beat I recognized making a fuzz inside my heart: it was Justin. The first notes of Baby were playing in the main room and so I sprinted my way back to the hall. "Ohhh, Ohhh" I was screaming and was physically caught to stop my run by a bunch of my nice girls classmates, just in time for Justin to start singing the first verse.

[izzyfandoms]

Like Lipstick Stains On His Skin

SHIPS: Remile

CHARACTERS: Emile Picani, Remy Sanders

WARNING: Anxiety, references to heartbreak

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @glassferns @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1

Masterpost

A Series Of Soulmate AUs Masterpost

Emile Picani had been in love with his best friend for as long as he could remember.

The moment he had first laid eyes on Remy Sanders, his initial thought had been that that was the most attractive person he’d ever seen. And, after getting to know him better, Emile’s thoughts only solidified; Remy was funny and sarcastic, smarter than anyone gave him credit for, and casually flirty in a way that made Emile’s heart stop and pound and ache all at once.

And Emile’s feelings had only strengthened as they grew up together.

From awkward teenagers still figuring out their sexualities to adults with their own homes and jobs and independent lives, Remy and Emile had stayed friends through it all, sticking together like glue since they’d first met in middle school. They knew almost everything about each other, and they were best friends.

But that was just it – they were friends. Nothing more.

And Emile was... fine with that. He was fine.

He loved Remy. Loved, loved, loved Remy.

And, sure, it hurt when he was with Remy, but not really with Remy, not in the way Emile always wanted to be. It hurt to be around him and know that it would only ever be platonic, that his best friend would never love him back in quite the same he loved him.

But time spent with Remy was better than time spent with anyone or anything else. And Emile knew that Remy cared deeply for him, too.

Emile could take the heartache if it meant he never lost his best friend.

When Emile heard the knock on his front door, he immediately recognised it as Remy’s. He jumped up – perhaps a little too enthusiastically and excitedly, but the only person that could see him right now was himself, so there was nobody around to judge. He rushed over to the door and pulled it open. Remy’s eyes lit up when he saw Emile, and he grinned.

Emile would never admit aloud to the tremble of his heart in his chest at the expression on his best friend’s face, but he did immediately squish down the traitorous hope that emerged every time Remy looked at him like that. Which happened almost every time they saw each other.

“Hey, Remy! You’re here early,” Emile said.

“Hope that’s chill, babe. I was not watching the time.”

(Emile did his best to ignore the feelings that the use of the nickname ‘babe’ stirred up.)

Remy’s sunglasses were propped up on his head, as they often were, and his warm brown eyes were on display. He was wearing his signature black leather jacket, too, as he usually was, with a white crop-top – with the word ‘bitch’ across the front in block capitals – underneath, exposing his midriff.

It took effort for Emile to keep his eyes from drifting downwards.

“It’s fine, Remy,” Emile smiled, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on his best friend’s face. “You’re always welcome here, you know that.”

Remy laughed. “If you keep saying that, I’ll end up showing up here at 4am when I’m drunk.”

“Well, I would rather you came here than go somewhere else and get yourself hurt.”

“Even if that means I wake you up from whatever candy-coloured, cartoon-filled dreams you’re having?”

“Mhm!”

“Damn, gurl, you really are sweeter than sugar, huh? How the hell did someone like you end up being besties with someone like me?”

“Aww, Remy, I think you give yourself too little credit.”

Remy laughed again. “Nah, babes, I love myself. I’m just kinda an asshole sometimes.”

“Isn’t everyone sometimes?” Emile said.

“Not you, apparently. Come on, you’re basically an angel, like, 24/7 and I have legit no idea how you do it. You’ve got the patience of a saint and a smile that literally gives me toothache just looking at it. You’re downright adorable.”

Elation bubbled up in Emile’s heart, and those bubbles filled his chest and spilled over in the forms of happy giggles. He covered his smile with his hand, and practically melted on the spot at the soft, fond look that crossed Remy’s face for just a moment – almost unnoticeable, but Emile paid enough attention that he saw it – before being replaced with Remy’s usual grin.

“Do you want to come in?” Emile asked, still smiling.

“Sure.”

Emile stepped to the side, and Remy’s arm brushed against his own as he walked past him. He hoped the stuttered breath at the contact wasn’t obvious.

“I like the new tie,” Remy commented as Emile shut the door and turned to face him.

Emile perked up. “Oh, you noticed!”

“Course I did,” Remy said. “I’ve seen every tie you’ve got like a million times. I could tell that one was new basically as soon as you opened the door.”

“Aww, Remy... you’re great. The best friend a guy could have!”

Emile’s smile was soft, fond, and so, so caring, and – for just a moment – he could have sworn that Remy looked flustered to be the recipient of it: wide-eyed and as still as a statue. But then, the moment passed, and Remy’s expression smoothed over and returned to normal, and Emile was sure that he’d only imagined it.

“It’s nothing, babe,” Remy said, waving his hand dismissively. “You noticed when I got that new skirt last week, even though it’s identical to my old one-”

“Your old one had a big hole in it! The new one didn’t.”

“Yeah, so I had to get a new one ‘cos it made my ass look great and I wasn’t ‘bout to give that shit up, you know? Ooh, and I especially love it paired with those heels that get everyone looking at my legs, ‘cos that combo makes me look fab AF.” Remy paused. “You know what, I think that’s kinda beside the point. Any-gay, you noticed ‘cos you’re cool like that, so me noticing your tie is, like, nothing.”

“Aww, Remy,” Emile reached forward, and poked Remy’s arm. “It’s not nothing, most people wouldn’t even be able to tell! You’re my best friend, and it makes me really, really happy that you notice these kinds of things.”

Remy’s expression softened. “Well, then I guess it makes it pretty special then, huh?”

Emile felt like screaming. Or kissing Remy. Or kissing Remy and then screaming.

(Though, really, if Emile ever got the chance to kiss Remy, he’d be too busy savouring it to even think of doing anything else. Too busy savouring the feeling of warm lips against his own, of Remy’s gentle hand against his cheek, of a chest pressed against his own, of being so close to the one person he wanted to be close to more than anything else in the world. But he never thought he’d ever get the chance.)

Emile stumbled over his words, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other as he fiddled with his hands. He had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that, and wasn’t sure if he even could without losing control of his mouth and accidentally confessing his undying love for his best friend.

“Um...” he trailed off.

Remy laughed awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair and glancing away.

“So, uh... what did- what did your patients think of your new tie?”

“Oh!” Emile perked up again, at once both disappointed and relieved by the return to the original topic of conversation. “Yeah, two of them complimented it. And someone said the red was a nice change from the usual pastels, so I think it was a big hit!”

He smiled, and Remy immediately smiled back.

“Nice.”

“I think the pink tie’s still my favourite, though.”

“Mine, too. It’s a classic Emile colour.”

Emile laughed. “There are classic Emile colours?”

“Sure, there are! You’ve got your baby pink, baby blue and, you know,” Remy reached out, tugging gently on Emile’s cardigan sleeve. “You’ve got your cardigan-colour. I’ve, like, barely ever seen you without this thing. How many of these do you have? Like, a hundred?”

Emile giggled again, covering his mouth with his hand. “I have two. And they’re both a little different!”

“Right, right,” Remy nodded. “One’s, like, a little bigger.”

“Mhm! And this one’s a bit softer.”

Remy nodded again, slowly and with an amused tint to his smile. “So, are we gonna, like, move, or are we gonna stand in your hallway forever?”

“Oh, right!” Emile said, like he’d only just remembered that they were still stood at his front door.  

He moved past Remy, gesturing for his friend to follow as he went into the next room and sat down on the couch. Remy immediately flopped onto it beside him, getting comfortable on the soft, squishy cushions. He leant back lazily and stretched.

“Ooh,” Remy finally said, straightening up. “I bought a new lipstick yesterday!”

“Ooh, what colour?”

“It’s, like, pink. It matches the shoes I bought last week, and it makes me look killer. I’m gonna get all the guys’ eyes on me, so it sucks that I can’t wear it when I’m, like, actually looking to kiss strangers, you know?”

Emile ignored the pang of pain in his heart, and did his best to smile encouragingly.

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned,” he said. “I- I bet you look great in it. And it- it's a shame you can’t wear it when you want to.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda tempted to, you know, but, like, if I’m wearing lipstick, then I won’t know if any marks my lips make are ‘cos of my lipstick or ‘cos of soulmate shit, right?” Remy continued, gesturing vaguely with his hand. “And, like, what’s the pointing of making out with people if I can’t also know if they’re my soulmate?”

“Right.”

“So, I can only wear lipstick when I’m not looking for people to kiss. Sucks, but it’s gotta be done.”

Emile nodded slowly. Then, he paused, and his brow creased in thought.

“You don’t usually wear lipstick when you’re with me,” he said. “Even when we’re going out and it’s just us, no- no kissing strangers involved. How come?”

Remy froze in place.

“Uh...”

Emile blinked at him. He tilted his head questioningly. “Hmm?”

He could practically see the cogs turning in Remy’s head, while he searched for an answer that he obviously did not have or did not want to share. He looked... flustered, in a way that Emile had almost never seen him before – opening and closing his mouth a few times – and Emile just couldn’t seem to figure out why.

Remy and Emile just stared at each other, neither knowing quite what to say to the other. Emile was confused, not wanting to speak up at the risk of interrupting whatever Remy wanted to say. He also absolutely would not let his mind wander to the any possibilities that would fill him with hope.

A crushed hope was definitely not something Emile wanted to deal with, not right now.

Remy cleared his throat. He swallowed.

“Um- there’s...” he then huffed, looking down at his lap and running his fingers through his hair. He let out an awkward laugh, and then looked back up at Emile. “I... okay,” he sighed. “There’s something I think I should probs tell you.”

Emile stared at him, blinking. “What is it?” He asked.

“It, uh...” Remy sighed again. “I have no idea how you’d react to this. The thing I want to tell you... it could probs mess up our friendship.”

“Remy...” Emile said softly. “You’re my best friend. You can tell me anything, and I promise you this won’t mess anything up, okay?”

“You don’t even know what I’m about to say.”

“I don’t need to. I know you.” Emile leant forward slightly, giving Remy his best attempt at a soft, reassuring smile.

Remy stared at Emile for a second. Then he laughed again, a strange mix of awkwardness and nervousness and with a hint of slight joy, too – with a confusing, even a little alarming, effect. His eyes never left Emile’s smile.

“Jeez, babe. How are you making this so much harder but so much easier at, like, the same time?”

Emile blinked. “Um... is that good?”

“Dunno. But...” Remy took a deep breath. He clenched his hands into fists, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before he turned back to Emile. “Okay... wow, I’ve wanted to tell you this for forever, but, like, fuck, this is terrifying.”

Emile’s expression creased with concern. He reached forward, looking him over worriedly, and rested his hand on his best friend’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

“Remy, are you okay? You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he frowned slightly.

“No, I- I want to tell you. God, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about telling you about my feelings.”

Feelings. Feelings, feelings, feelings.

Did that mean what Emile thought it meant?

The hope rose up, though he tried so hard to squash it down, but it was like trying to fit something large in a container too small and he could hardly keep it from filling up and overwhelming him. His breath stuttered, and he was sure he tensed up and froze in place for a moment, before he finally regained his composure and physically relaxed.

“Feelings?” He asked, in a voice slightly more strangled than before. “What feelings?”

Remy let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, that’s- that’s what I’ve gotta talk to you about. My- my feelings... for you.” He took another deep breath. “I... I love you, Em.”

“I love you, too,” Emile answered back immediately. “Haven’t we said this before?”

They had. The two best friends had been friends for so long: exchanging ‘I love you’s was practically part of their routine, by now.

But it had always been platonic, at least from Remy’s side.

Right?

“We- we have...” Remy said slowly. “But that’s not what I meant. I love you. Like, love love. Like the head over heels in love kind. The- the I can never stop thinking ‘bout you kind. The, fuck, you’re so gorgeous kind. The kind that means I’m, like, basically always thinking about you and about kissing you and about how, wow, you’re- you’re just amazing. I mean, damn, I know last week when I told you that you’re my favourite person, I kinda said it like a joke, but I meant it. I like really, really meant it.”

When Remy realised that he was rambling, he clamped his hand over his mouth, like it was the only way to get the words – the pretty, pretty words that had set Emile’s heart aflutter – to stop tumbling out.

Emile was frozen.

He stared, wide-eyed at his best friend.

“Oh,” was the only thing he could say, in a strangled voice.

He was sure that his face was already bright red.

“Great.” Remy sighed, removing his palm from his mouth and burying his face in his hands. “I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I?” He mumbled just loud enough to be audible. “I- I know you don’t feel the same way, babe, and it’s fine. It’s totally, totally fine. I’m happy just being friends with you, ‘kay? You- you don’t have to return anything. It’s- it’s whatever. It’s chill.”

Emile’s brain had broken. He could hardly think anything other than the words ‘Remy’ and ‘love’ just over and over on repeat.

Instead of saying anything in response to that – as he wasn’t even sure if he could – he just suddenly burst into nervous, delighted laugher. Emile was sure he sounded like he was crazy, especially when Remy turned to him with a bewildered expression.

“Did- did you really mean that?” Emile asked when he could finally collect his thoughts enough to speak, which took slightly longer than he would have liked it to.

Remy blinked. Then, his expression softened.

“Of course, I did,” he said. “I’d never lie to you about something like this, Em.”

“So, you... you really mean it?” Emile asked hopefully.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” Remy said. He hesitated for a moment, before nervously adding: “Do you- I mean, is it-”

“I love you, too.”

There was a beat.

Remy stared back at him, wide-eyed. The moment of silence was somehow simultaneously nerve-racking and also soft and so, so exciting, because, oh my gosh, Remy loved him. Remy loved him, he loved him, he loved him!

Love! Love! Love!

And, oh, heavens above, Emile was about to start wiggling excitedly because, gosh, he really, really just had to kiss Remy, right now. And maybe – maybe, maybe, maybe – Remy would say yes if he asked.

Emile let out another giggle, covering his mouth with his hand.

“You... you do?” Remy asked, eyes wide and hopeful, and Emile was suddenly glad that the sunglasses were propped up on his head, as his expression was always much easier to read that way.

“Yeah,” Emile responded, equally soft. “I really, really do.”

“Wow. Just- just wow.”

Emile reached forward, impulsively cupping Remy’s cheek with his hand, and Remy froze. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“Oh, gosh- sorry,” Emile apologised. “I should’ve asked-”

He moved to take his hand away, but was stopped by Remy covering Emile’s hand with his own.

“You’re good- you're- yes. Yes.”

And, well, that was exactly the answer that Emile had wanted to hear.

He leant forward, and finally – finally! – did the thing he’d most wanted to do for years. Years. Since the moment he’d first laid eyes on Remy, he’d thought about it.

He kissed Remy.

Softly. Carefully. Holding Remy’s face so delicately like he was holding something precious.

And the way Remy was kissing him back...

Emile had seen Remy kiss people before – strangers, friends – and he’d always kissed them like he was doing it for fun, not love. He’d never seen Remy kiss anyone as gently as Remy was kissing him, right now.

Bubbles of delight and fireworks of excitement were going off in Emile’s heart and his mind.

He sighed happily into the kiss, and he could suddenly feel Remy smile against his lips.

Emile broke the kiss with another delighted giggle and Remy couldn’t help but just start laughing with him, too. And, of course, that just made Emile’s giggles louder and more enthusiastic.

He was so focused on the laughing and the delighted feeling in his chest from the fact that he had just kissed Remy, that Emile didn’t immediately notice that Remy’s lips were suddenly pink – a light, pastel pink that certainly hadn’t been there before.

And, in fact, it was Remy who halted the laughter first, by freezing in place and staring – yet again wide-eyed – at Emile’s own lips.

Emile paused, and tilted his head in confusion.

“Remy?”

Remy opened and closed his mouth a few times, never taking his eyes off of Emile’s lips.

“Em... your- your lips.”

Emile blinked. He reached a hand up to his own lips, and swiped a finger across them. He then looked back down at his hand, and found nothing – no blood, no anything.

He paused, and then turned his head to look at the mirror that hung on an opposite wall.

His eyes landed on his reflection, and he finally noticed that there was a smear of shiny silver across his lips that definitely, definitely hadn’t been there before.

Emile sucked in a breath as Remy turned his head to look into the mirror, and he realised that Remy’s lips were now a lipstick-like pink, when he certainly hadn’t been wearing any just before the pair had kissed.

“We’re-” Remy started.

“Oh,” Emile breathed.

“Oh,” Remy echoed.

They turned their heads to stare at each other, equally wide-eyed and shocked and excited.

Soulmates.

They were soulmates.

And then Remy surged forward, and kissed Emile again.

[your-eternal-muse]

I Watch Your Eyes

Heather Series Part Three

Part One  Part Two

Summery: Reader isn’t one for parties. What happens at one solidifies that for her.

Words: 1.7k (they’re getting longer folks, just you wait)

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of vomiting, description of breakdown, swearing, ANGST

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Heather, Spencer Reid x eventual Female!Reader, Platonic!JJ x Platonic!Reader

A/N: Y’all......it hurt to write this. I broke my own damn heart, which hopefully means it’s good. Also, Heather needs a last name and I just can’t bring it in me to think of one. Suggestions? Anyway, Tag List is open! Enjoy this painful chapter!

I’ve never been one for parties.

Small get-togethers at Rossi’s with the team, that’s different.

That’s family.

But wearing a cocktail dress and being around people I didn’t even know worked in the department? Sucks ass.

So, why am I here again?

Oh yeah.

I have to be here. Hotch’s orders.

I have to smile and exchange pleasantries and sip more champagne than I’d like to admit to.

But mostly, because Spencer asked me to be,

“Please? I just really want you there. I’m planning something, and I’d really like my best friend there.”

I have no backbone.

 I caved as soon as he said please.

I don’t know what he’s planning. I don’t even know what he's thinking half the time.

I used to know him like the back of my hand.

No, I don’t think I even know myself.

But here I stand, around a table, sipping on champagne, not really listening to the conversation the girls are having around me, wishing I was anywhere else but in this banquet hall, watching him twirl her around in her pretty pink dress.

“Y/nnnn…” A sing-song voice hits my ears and a hand waves in front of my face.

I blink, coming back to the present. “Yeah? What were we talking about?”

JJ laughs. “Where are you tonight? You’ve been staring off into space for the past 15 minutes.”

I scoff, shifting my weight on my feet. 

Stupid, fucking heels.

“No, I haven’t. I’ve just been….admiring Heather's dress.”

All their eyes turn to look, and they hum in agreement.

A beautiful rose gown adorns her body, flaring at the waist, flowing around her as she spins.

I’m sure Spencer is the one who bought it for her.

She was the center of attention tonight, though I’m sure she’s used to it at this point in her life.

“She’s gorgeous.” Emily says, swaying her head slightly to the music.

I’m sure she’s fully aware of that, Emily.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy.” Penelope smiles, gazing happily at them. 

JJ glances at me, a soft look in her eyes.

I can’t help but agree.

He’s glowing.

His eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them.

I don’t think he’s stopped smiling since he met her.

You’d never make him that happy.

I down the rest of my champagne.

“Well, watching them dance makes me want to, so I’m off to search for my knight in shining armour. I’ll see you all later, my loves.” Penelope blows a kiss, before she leaves in search of Derek, and I watch as the song ends, and they exchange a kiss before Heather walks back over to her table, and he makes his way towards us.

“I didn’t take you as someone who danced, Spence.” Emily questions, taking a drink from her own glass.

He laughs, adjusting his tie and running a hand through his hair. “She convinced me.” He wipes his palms on his pants.

“You okay there Spencer? You seem nervous.” JJ speaks with a chuckle in her voice. 

If only I could be so light hearted.

“I will be.” He turns, smiling at me. “Thanks for coming tonight. It means a lot to me that you’re here.”

I reach up and straighten his tie, smoothing down his jacket, smiling up at him genuinely for the first time in what feels like years.

Huh.

I guess it has been a little over a year since I met Heather.

“Anything for you Spence.”

“I missed that smile.”

You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?

I can’t help the blush that spreads across my cheeks. I don’t know how to respond to that, so I simply don’t say anything. 

He doesn’t seem to notice.

He takes a deep breath. “Wish me luck.”

I roll my eyes, and chuckle. “Good luck with whatever it is you’re planning.”

“It’s a surprise. For everyone.”

I see him swallow and take a final deep breath before he walks away, back towards his table where Heather stands, charming the people around her.

The wheels begin to turn in my head.

“What do you think he’s on about?” Emily asks, laughter lacing her words.

I watch as he stands next to her, grabbing her hands to hold them within his own.

“Who knows what goes on inside his head nowadays.” 

I can feel JJ staring at me, but I can’t take my eyes off the scene playing out in front of me.

They exchange a few words, and then he’s on his knee,holding out something for her.

Her hands cover her mouth.

No...

“Oh my god.” 

Emily and JJ follow my line of sight and I can hear happy gasps as Heather exclaims “Yes! Yes I will marry you!” for the world to hear.

The hall erupts into cheers and applause and I. Can’t. Breath.

“Y/n? Are you okay? You look like you’re about to be sick.” JJ’s voice is soft, and motherly.

I wish someone would scream at me.

“I’m fine. Just too much champagne. I’ll be right back, promise.”

The words don’t even register before I’m walking away from the happy moment.

Their happy moment.

I barely make it out of the hall before I burst into tears, a hand clasps over my mouth to keep the sobs and bile back.

I run down the hallway, slamming into the bathroom, rushing into a stall where I promptly empty my stomach of tonight.

This is it. There’s no chance anymore You missed it. And now you have to live with the fact that he will never love you like her loves her. It’s your fault you feel this way, and no one else's. Your fault.

I reach up and flush, falling to sit on the floor and lean against the wall of the stall.

I hold my arm over my mouth, trying to swallow down the sobs that threaten to echo throughout the building.

The door opens, and heels click to stand in front of my stall.

“Y/N?”

It’s JJ.

Her voice is laced with concern.

I try to take a deep, quiet breath, but it comes out shuddery.

Fake it ‘till you make it, right?

“I’ll be right out, JJ, just needed a minute. Go join the celebration.” My voice cracks at the end and I want to hit myself.

She’s quiet for a moment.

“I know, y/n. Please open the door.”

God fucking damnit.

I sniffle, reaching up to slide the latch over, before pushing it open.

She sits down next to me, and without asking, pulls me into her arms.

I let go.

I curl myself into her, and sob.

Sob for the what if’s and could have beens, for the future I saw between us, for the chances I should have taken but didn’t, for the fact that Spencer Reid deserves someone so much better for a best friend.

She rubs my back and holds me close until the sobs have subsided.

“How did you know?” My words are wet.

“It’s the way you look at him. Like he’s your entire world. Like you would do anything for him.” She brushes some hair out of my eyes, and swipes away some of the tears that are still falling down my face.

“It’s the way he used to look at me.” 

Her smile is sad, and her eyes are distant.

“Does anyone else know?” That’s the last thing I need. For everyone to figure out my secret, to look at me like I’m a child who’s upset they can’t get what they wanted.

She shakes her head.

“No, not that I know of.”

Good to know my acting skills are solid.

I nod, standing up and walking over to the sink.

My eyes are red and puffy. Streaks are run through my foundation, and mascara coats my cheeks.

There’s no salvaging this.

JJ sets her purse down on the counter, digging through it until she pulls out a small pack of makeup wipes.

“I always end up taking off my makeup before I leave these things anyway.”

She hands one to me, and the small smile on my face isn’t forced.

“Thank you.”

She smiles back, and we both turn to the mirror, wiping off the evenings makeup and any signs of breakdown.

My eyes are still puffy, but I can blame that on getting sick.

She hands me a container of mints, and I open it, popping one into my mouth before closing it, and returning it to her.

The air is quiet between us.

“I was planning on telling him. The day I met her, I was going to tell him.”

I bite my lip to hold back more tears.

“I love him, JJ. I love him so much, and he’s never gonna love me the same way. How do I go on, living my life like it never happened?”

I’m cold. 

My chest feels hollow and heavy at the same time.

“I don’t know. I wish I did, but I don’t.” She grabs my hand, holding it between hers. “But I do know that you’re not alone anymore. You don’t have to bare the weight of it alone anymore.”

I nod, pulling her in for a hug, my arms around her waist, my face in her neck.

A home hug.

“Thank you, Jennifer.”

I feel her breath hitch.

She kisses the side of my head. “You’re welcome, y/n.”

We break, and I wipe away a few straggling tears before standing straight, and shoving a smile on my face.

She walks out first, and I follow, trying to look as okay as you can after having a breakdown on a bathroom floor.

We make our way back to our table, and I see JJ shoot a glance at Emily that tells her not to ask questions.

Spencer and Heather are standing in the middle of the hall, glasses of champagne in hand.

He has an arm wrapped around her waist, and he keeps glancing down at her. 

For a moment, his eyes scan the crowd, and when they land on mine, his smile grows.

He raises his glass, and I raise my empty one.

He laughs.

My hands shake as I set my glass down and he goes back to the conversation around him.

Another glance down at her, a kiss placed on her temple.

I down the rest of JJ’s drink when she’s not looking.

God, I fucking hate parties.

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Through It All

Part 19

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,003

Warnings: Special visitors!

A/N: FLOOF.

Spencer turns over and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his back as sleep begs for you to return for just a little longer. “Don’t forget, Derek and Savannah are coming to visit today,” Spencer mumbles.

“I know,” you reply. As much as you want to go back to sleep, you’re looking forward to seeing them. The last time you saw them was just before Charlotte was born, and between babies and distance the phone was all you had to stay in touch. Spencer’s been looking forward to this for ages. “Wanna go tackle diaper and clothing changes together?”

Like zombies, you both rise from the bed and stumble into Charlotte’s nursery, but the moment you see her sitting up in her crib with an enormous smile on her face, you can’t help but wake up a little bit more. “Hello, my little flower,” Spencer says softly, picking her up and placing her on the changing table. “You sleep okay?”

Neither of you woke up during the night, so the answer must’ve been yes.

While Spencer takes care of her diaper change, you search through her mountain of clothing (She has more than you. How is this possible?) and finally find what you’re looking for - a little mint green sweatsuit with Minnie Mouse on it and Minnie ears on the hoodie. Getting her changed is actually more difficult than when she was a newborn because she has control of her limbs and basically wants them in any other area than where they need to be.

Feeding is fun though. She makes the funniest faces when she hates something and when she loves something, her eyes go wide with awe, like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, which is hysterical. While Spencer handles feeding, you make breakfast for you both, eating semi-leisurely before you have to handle the morning chores and get ready before Derek and Savannah arrive. Parent life means you have no idea where the hours go. Before you know it, there’s a knock at the door.

Setting Charlotte in front of a mountain of toys, you both go to greet your guests. With a baby, you cling to adult interactions like a magnet on a refrigerator.  

“Pretty boy!” Derek exclaims. “How ya doing?”

“Tired,” Spencer laughs softly. “But alive. You?”

Savannah walks in with Hank on her hip. “About the same. Expect being tired for the next, oh, 18 years at least. Right, Derek? How are you guys doing?” She asks, giving both of you a hug and kiss hello.

Conversation is easy, flowing as Hank and Charlotte play with each other in the living room. While they occupy each other, the four of you talk about work, and eventually Savannah and yourself stand against the refrigerator watching your boys reminisce about their days at the BAU. “Do you miss it?” Derek asks, peeking over the counter to make sure his little man is behaving himself.

Shaking his head, Spencer tips his second mug of coffee into his mouth. He still hasn’t woken up yet even though you’ve both been awake for hours. “I miss the team and seeing everyone every day, but I’m so glad I’ve made a different life for myself. I still teach and I consult every so often, so I get just enough while still being able to be at home.”

“Me too, man. At first I thought it was gonna drive me crazy, but now Savannah and the little man kick my ass enough.”

“You know it,” Savannah replies, slapping her husband on the shoulder as she throws her head back in laughter. “Plus, it’s just nice to have you home.”

Slipping into Spencer’s lap, you curl against him, all pretenses out the window as you lazily lounge there sans makeup and in the rattiest clothes imaginable. Silence falls when Hank starts talking to Charlotte and she starts babbling back. All four of you get wrapped up in how cute they are. “It’s nice to finally see you happy, kid.” Derek claps Spencer on the back. “You deserve it.”

“Cheers with coffee mugs?”

In unison, your mugs clink together and drink in celebration of your new lives. “Here’s to our families,” Spencer says.

--

After the four of you play with the babies for a while, with Spencer and Derek getting a little more into racing cars than Charlotte and Hank, you decide to chance going to a restaurant with a toddler and a 9.5 month old. You’re all craving Mexican and there’s a great place down the street that opened after Derek moved back to Chicago, so you decide to take them there. Just as you and Spencer and grabbing jackets out of the closet, Savannah screams out from the kitchen. “Umm, guys? Has Charlotte stood before?”

Like a cartoon, you do a double take at Spencer before the two of you rush out into the living room with your limbs hanging both in and out of your jackets. There’s Charlie, in the kitchen, right next to Savannah, standing next to a chair. “She’s standing!” Spencer smacks his hands to his head, practically ripping his hair out in excitement. Charlotte stares up and smiles. “Holy crap, you’re standing, Charlie!”

With tears in your eyes, you quickly slip your phone out of your pocket and press record, watching as Savannah takes hold of her tiny little hands and walks her toward Spencer, who’s crouching down at her level, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

“How is she so big already?” You ask, turning to Derek, who also has his phone out. “Does it just fly by like this?”

Glancing down to where Hank is still occupied with some matchbox cars, he replies fondly. “It really does. Feels like he started walking yesterday. Right?”

Savannah is too entranced with helping Charlotte over to Spencer to respond.

Derek slips on his coat and walks behind Spencer, clapping both of you on the shoulders. “She’s about to get into everything,” he chuckles. “Get ready.”

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Devoted: Stream (Katlaska) - Kamylove

Sixth in my collection of unrelated one-shot ficlets. This time with Covid!

Young, untreated, self-medicating Katya was an introvert whose greatest fear was embarrassing herself.

Sober, almost-38-year-old Katya is an extroverted introvert who embarrasses herself daily and whose love language (and she only knows this thanks to Trixie the romantic, honest) is touch, and whose attention span is shorter than a ferret's.

Self-quarantine is killing her.

She was in Europe when shit started going to hell. She got out just in time, flew home to have her temperature taken at LAX, and was told to lock herself up for two weeks before she could see another human being.

It sucks.

Other queens (including Alaska, damn her) are doing Instagram lives, dragging up for shows on Twitch, collecting tips on Venmo and Paypal. Katya's ADD ass can't get herself together to unpack, let alone do her job virtually, but she still craves the attention.

Worst of all, Alaska is quarantining somewhere else. Somewhere Katya can't go. Somewhere that is not their house.

Alaska was home in LA when it happened, the lucky bitch. Alaska is a hypochondriac who would lose her mind if she had to shelter in place all alone, and Katya didn’t want to risk infecting her or the staff of a hotel. So Alaska, after much convincing, had decamped to the house she used to share with her best friend.

She's facetiming Katya every day, several many times a day, and dropping off care packages on the front steps. But Alaska needs drag to stay sane, so she's up in everyone's Insta, writing new damn songs for digital drag shows, agreeing to another and another and another show every hour. Or that's what it feels like to Katya.

Trixie's up on Insta, too, and Twitch. Trixie's doing live performances from her condo. PEG was even smart enough to invite Fena to do a digital show, which is fierce and fabulous because Fena is fierce and fabulous and Katya loves her like a brother.

But Katya's still got all those emails and voicemails sitting untouched on her phone. You'd think she'd be dying for any variety of human contact, and she is, but the thought of being productive right now is just too much.

Oh, look, there's Alaska on her friend's live again. There's Alaska laughing and being adorable and sharing space with--actually sitting next to--a human.

Katya loses all self-control and comments, "Bitch I am losing my self-quarantined mind STFU and call me."

And she does it from her public account, like an idiot.

The host of the live squints at the screen. "Oh, honey, your favorite Russian spy is stir crazy. We love you, Katya."

"Aww, Katya," Alaska's former-slash-temporary housemate says. "We miss you, gurl."

"Katya's here?" Alaska says. Katya can see her scrolling up on her iPad screen, because she'd obviously missed Katya's comment. And it should not bother Katya that Alaska missed her comment, because she knows what comments on lives are like. She used to livestream her entire damn life.

"Oh, no," Alaska says, looking straight at the camera. “Poor Russian spy. I'll call you in a bit, okay?"

Other commenters have now caught on, unfortunately, because Katya is an idiot, and there's a swarm of comments about her. I love you Katya, hearts to Katya, and suddenly she's taken over the live and she feels awful about it. Like she needs to feel more awful.

She exits and texts Alaska, "I hate you all and please apologize for me for barging in. CALL ME."

She doesn't know what happens in the live after that, because she leaves her phone in the bedroom and goes to the kitchen to cheer up with some Skittles. Skittles make everything better, and she's almost out of them. Thank God for Postmates. And Alaska's care packages.

Alaska facetimes her just a couple minutes later. Katya rushes back to her phone.

"Don't fucking apologize," is the first thing Alaska says. She's retreated to her old bedroom, a space Katya is very familiar with, and is sitting under a window Katya recognizes. It's unreasonably annoying.

"I didn't want to make myself the center of attention," Katya says through a big mouthful of candy. “Sorry."

"You always want to be the center of attention," Alaska teases lightly.

"A drag queen with a pathological need to be on stage," Katya says. "Shocking."

"They all worried about you after you left. They miss you."

"Now I feel worse, so thanks for that."

"They love you. They love you even when they can't see you. Even my fans love you."

"Hahaha aren't you funny."

"But none of them love you as much as I love you."

Katya scowled. "Fuck off, making me feel better. I'm enjoying my miserly misery."

"I would like to remind you that I wanted to risk my life and stay home and bring you breakfast in bed every day, and you said no."

"Why the hell did you listen to me?"

"Hey," Alaska says with a gentler smile. "It's only six days before we can social distance together."

"Six days is forever."

"I've got to warn you, though, that when I get home, you are getting your wig on and getting on camera. I’ll paint you myself if I have to."

Katya doesn't have a rude answer to that, and she doesn't want to give a polite one. She pouts instead.

Alaska can read her pouts, though. This one doesn't mean, That's an awful idea, don't make me do it. It means,

.

Alaska laughs at the pout and says, "Let me set up something digital for you? I'll do all the legwork and you'll just have to show up. I know you miss the fans as much as they miss you."

"Point one," Katya says. "I, unlike you, do not enjoy getting all dragged up with no place to go."

"Point one,” Alaska counters. “Yes, you do. Point two, you would have a place to go!"

"Sitting on the couch with an iPhone camera does not count as a place to go. But point two, if I start Instagramming live I'll never stop, and we both know where that would lead."

"Embarrassing personal revelations and masturbating on camera?"

"Precisely."

"Oh!" Alaska brightens with an idea. “You know what the world really needs?"

"A vaccine and a new president?"

"An episode of UNHhhh with the two of you in your pajamas and full face! And I'm going to make it happen!”

It's another good idea Katya doesn't want to admit is good. "Don't make promises you can't keep, bitch," she says.

"I'll keep it. I'm drafting an email to World of Wonder right this second."

"You're not. I can see you."

"In my head. I'm drafting it in my head." Alaska produces a pen from somewhere and writes in the air. "Dear WOW, Katya's lost her mind and I know this is hard to believe, considering, but I think more UNHhhh will help her find it. Also, if you don't make her do something," which she underlines in the air with a flourish, "with all that talent, I'm never doing Bro'laska again. So there."

"Please. You’re never doing Bro'laska again anyway."

"I’ll never sign on to Werq the World?"

"As if a major recording star like yourself would sink that low in the year of our lord 2020. Face it, you have no leverage here. Maybe if you said you’d never make another appearance on Drag Race...”

"Oooh," Alaska says. "Buuuuurn."

Katya tells her to fuck off.

After she stops laughing, Alaska says, "Let's have dinner tonight."

“On Facetime? Like always?” It's something they often do when their schedules put them in different time zones.

"No, for real.”

“Still not looking to pass on my potential plague,” Katya says.

“I’m sure you’re not sick," which is what Alaska says every time the topic comes up. "But no, listen. I’ll bring takeout. Whatever you want. You sit inside the back door, and I'll sit out on the patio."

"Hmm," Katya says.

"At least I could see your gorgeous face without a camera or a window."

"At a socially safe distance of at least 10 feet. In case I drool. Which I might."

"Are we on, then?" Alaska asks.

"Anything I want? Would that include watching me jerk off?"

"I would absolutely love to watch you jerk off."

"Then it’s a date," Katya says. "As long as I still have enough Lysol to coat the entire patio."

[solastia]

Day 14

As You Are, Yoongi x Original Female Character, 3/? Chapters, 10 k words so far

I missed yesterday!!! AHHHH! But that’s ok, that just means you get 2-for-1 today, whether you want it or not, muahahahahaha!!!

Ok, Sunny, our MC in this story, is so fucking relatable it hurts! How many of us have been there? Stuck in a shitty job, working hard and not getting anywhere, dreaming of a different life that seems completely unattainable. I am Sunny, Sunny is me!!! Or at least I’ve been her during various stages of my life.

“She looked over at Bang PD and suddenly felt lightheaded. He was smiling too, and clapping. They were saved.”

That’s right, our mans Bang PD is the hero of this story, as he should!!!

And what’s with Yoongi being so aloof in the beginning??!! Admit you liked the performance Yoongi!!

“The girls all rushed to hug him, except Sunny, who elected to grin at him from the table she was leaning against.”

OOOH BOY, our girl has walls built thick and high, doesn’t she?? I get the feeling she’s been hurt and has been disappointed by life one too many times.

“She needed this to work. THEY needed this to work. She was tired of having nothing, tired of seeing her girls hungry and exhausted. She was just tired….”

“She put everything into the song. All of her hopes for the future, her love for her girls, her desire to be happy for once in her life, despite the demons that lived inside her.”

Ok, yeah, I’m ready to throw down for Sunny. Must protecc

“All of the girls were getting excited. This was it. They’d made it.”

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THIS IS SO OMINOUS?!?!? LIKE, SOMETHING REALLY BAD IS GOING TO HAPPEN?? Maybe because I know how much you like to hurt us :|

“I wasn’t actually going to do it. I was just…” she sobbed.

“I know. Believe me, I know.” He sighed, propping his chin on her head.”

Oh, so our boi Yoongi isn’t so cold and distant after all!!

“Manager Sejin was a teddy bear, but a HUGE teddy bear.”

I welcome any and all mentions of Manager Sejin, thank you so much!!!

AND THE END OF THAT FIRST CHAPTER….BIIIIISH!!!

Ok, so...I am absolutely speechless about Chapter 2. There is so much that is implied, so much hurt, so much pent up anger, and then the little girl!!! I cried. I shed real tears over this chapter. Sunny is so incredibly strong, I love her!

And now, a shift in the tone of the story, something you are really good at!

“We are watching some horror movie now. I think it’s called “LazyTown.”

Mina chuckled. “Sis, that’s a children’s television show.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not. It’s terrifying. Those puppet things have the most expressionless faces I’ve ever seen. I’m almost certain they are possessed. I’m also pretty sure the pink haired bitch is a serial killer. And they all keep bullying the only decent guy on this show, the one with the chin.”

YES SUNNY!! That show was so freaking disturbing! Our gurl is talented and smart, she knows what’s up!

“Yes, Mom. I have my pepper spray, the alarm thingy, and that knife that looks like a key. I remember everything you taught me about punching my hand into the nose, kicking them in the nuts, and using my shoe laces to get out of a zip tie.”

Ok I am both impressed and concerned, Sunny. Our girl is determined to keep the other girls safe!

“ Ruby squeals and throws her arms around Sunny, who looks uninterested in the show of affection to the casual observer, but all the girls know she secretly adores it.”

Hmmmmm, reminds me of someone...but who????

“You have tiny ass legs.”

There you go, Sunny, take him down a notch.

“You have a big ass nose.” He replied in a monotone.”

Awwwww, love is in the air! LMAO!

“Look at me for a minute. I’m being actually serious here. That’s not going to happen. However, IF you hear something like that, bring it to me. I will not hesitate to shut that shit down. Got it?”

Well dayuum Yoongi, why you acting like a dreamy Knight in Shining Armor all of a sudden?? I like it! Don’t get me wrong, I’m just curious. Perhaps it’s because YOU HAVE A RAGING CRUSH ON SUNNY?!?!

“Enjoy your porn!”

“Thank you. I will.”

😂😂😂 I can’t with these two!

“She noticed a few longing glances between certain people, and made a note to have “the talk” with the males in question. The talk being “Hurt them and die.”

SUNNY HAS ZERO CHILL!! Someone please switch her to decaf. Wait, no. Then someone will surely lose their life! Nevermind

“Close your mouth and eat, wife. You’re setting a bad example for our daughter.” His deadpanned voice barely hinting at it being a joke.

Nope. That totally didn’t just give her goosebumps.”

ME TOO BITCH!!! AAAHHHH!!!!

“Her plot for revenge was interrupted as she felt fingers threading through her right hand. Long, elegant fingers. She looked down and stared at their hands, palm to palm, interlocking fingers, what the fuck…

She glanced at Yoongi, who was looking around the room completely straight faced, occasionally taking a bite of something. Nonchalant as hell. He offered her a sip of his beer, unfazed by her glare when their eyes met.”

OOOMMAAAGGAAAHHHH!!! YONGI YOU SLY BASTARD!!!

This fic was an emotional rollercoaster, from start to finish! This was the first time I’ve read this one, and I was not disappointed. I honestly don’t know who I’m feeling more, Yoongi or Sunny!!! AAAHH! Thank you!

Ok, be back with the second part of this 2-for-1 deal in a bit...

This one needs some serious rewriting and I’m always embarrassed when people read it 😬

Can I just mention something real quick? I think I’m hilarious, right? I mean, we all think that we are the funniest people we know, but I write certain lines that are sarcastic and dry because that’s just how my humor is, and I always go back and reread those lines and crack up because I’m apparently narcissistic when it comes to my own humor.

Anyway, I’ve noticed during this venture of yours that you have a talent for picking the lines that I myself go back and read. So thank you for validating my belief that I’m the funniest mf out there 😂

[staysuki]

OKAY AH! ok. i pressed read more before starting the last paragraph so LMAO AND what in the world do you mean by they dont end up together? i mean, they technically dont, but yeah. they are a couple that arent at the same time 😌👌 basically MU, no labels. by your they don’t., i thought the story ended with them on bad terms or smth. by how much you voiced out you resentment on this specific story, i thought that it was THAT bad. bruh it was still your typical good read, xd ka ba lods. considering it in a readers point of view. i guess as the writer, you really hated that their romance was rushed BUT STILL, IT BE GOOOOOOOOD. im currently typing this ask out like half a day after i read it, since i started it like, 2 hours after sending my previous ask lol. i couldnt help myself after reading the spoiler and because i cant trust tumblr in sending asks in mobile anymore 🤥 so, expect an understandable ask, an ask that finally presented itself as organized after a very long time 😌

initially, i thought that y/n really liked changbin as seen how she noticed his loneliness from his job. or she s just another one of those detective conans, we would never know. i got very confused and curious when changbin stated that he went along seungmins shenanigans. at that time, it got me thinking deeply. does he really like her or was it also a joke? anyways, i kinda expected as much that whatever their feelings for each other were, it would end as them being friends ✨ you could really smell the platonic atmosphere that the dinner had.

next is the drunk call. THAT SCENE WAS CUTE ok? plus seungmins “don t go falling in love with me now” -> ok fine. all my reactions at that part were all "y/n sus" "rupok ni ate gurl" "TAMA KA HAECHAN, Y/N SO SUS". for some reason i keep on chanting that all throughout. but like, i GAVE her the benefit of the doubt kasi ekis sa mga marupok, CHAROT LANG. my literal feedbacks while reading:

- https://ibb.co/JrGmbgK

looking closely at all they went through, the pace of their love story was mediocre (??) in my opinion that is. maybe the feelings started blooming at the time when seungmin bought cupcakes. weird af i know. bUT love works in mysterious ways ✨ above all, i doubt that the whole series covered all their message exchanges. if you look at it outside of the box, im sure there are still one of those behind-the-scenes moments. and seungmin being there for y/n s anxiety attack can really increase her affection for him. maybe at first it was curiosity about seungmin, he s the dorky type naman e HAHAHHAAHA then maybe it developed into fondness 🤷 i think its maybe because you werent able to elaborate more of their love story and that s why i love how open-ended it was. i hope you find the motivation to continue its season 2 bc i really enjoyed reading it 🤪 i ll just be here, waiting for the sequel but also take your time hehe 😗✌

I KNOW RIGHT! LIKE every seungmin as side character has the most male-lead in a romance story vibe. AND I DIDNT THINK OF A seungmin x jeongin competition! that s smart Lovegame anon. and the extra cred dilemma 🤔 YOU are the detective conan, not YHM y/n LMAOO and yes pls drop all those thoughts of yours <333 pick this up ->👑

ohhh, then i ll be waiting for halloween ash 👀

- ␈

yeah but that i meant that it’s not ur typical “uwu ily so much mwah mwah” ending 🤧😭 i do really love the ending though, like it’s open-ended in a nice way that they’re on their way to start a new page of their life together but not really ~together~. like all y/n wanted was to have some friends that isn’t haechan (and find out who she really is outside the city) while seungmin wants to pursue his passions without the barrier of him being poor and they were both able to give it to each other, intentionally or not. i love the ending, i just don’t like HOW i got there, i.e. rushed af. that’s why y/n seems so marupok, das my fault, but blame seungmin, he’s too hot 🤧.

also perhaps y/n and changbin’s feelings for each other moreso simmered down to mutual respect towards a person within the same industry. y/n loved being behind the scenes and she liked what she saw in changbin’s works, meanwhile changbin met y/n through haechan, someone who’s pursuing the career that he wanted all along so yeah. they both just confused it with romantic “like”. they are dumdums ig. makes sense for y/n though bc she’s never left her circle, and once she was able to meet new people, she realized what true like feels like. anyway idk why i keep talking about it, ig i’m just forcing myself to like it idk 😭

and yeah let’s just pass it off to behind the scenes interactions, that’s definitely it 🤪🤪🤪. i WISH i’d get the motivation for season 2 but idk, i’ll think about it.

seungmin x jeongin sounds like you’re shipping them together pls 😭😭 friends to enemies to lovers???? also i’m excited about what you’ll think about seungmin in SLC 🙈🙈🙈

and yes, wait for that halloween special, it’s something VERY VERY special and meaningful ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehheheehehehehehe

[mamanars02]

I AM PROFESSIONALLY CONNED BY MY HUSBAND A SELF PROCLAIMED GOOD GUY Oo day, ang Ganda ko pero naloko ng pangit. Pano ba nangyare? Ganito bhie, Mahaba ang kwento pero di kasinghaba ng titi ng asawa ko. Year 2011, I met my husband in KSA. I am still young back then, and still madly inlove with my year LDR boyfriend. My husband courted me, even though he is aware I was in a relationship, he tried. He befriended me and since he proclaimed himself as a very good guy with some flaws in life, being a father of a teenage girl, so, I thought back then, OMG he was such an honest GUY. OO, naniwala ako, uto uto ang peg. Then, my 7 year relationship ended. Chance nya na.. Grab the opportunity ginawa ng Lolo nyo. Brokenhearted, I gave my husband a chance. Brokenhearted, I made a choice to give in to him, sexually, in KSA (di ako malibog, nagtry Lang ang gaga, bilis nga, di ako nasiyahan.) He proposed to me then on, not in a very romantic way as I would like to imagine. He just handed me the ring and just said the word, Marry Me. (Walang ka sweet sweet, kahit I sang langgam di malasahan and proposal kasi Walang tamis) But I am so young back then,fresh pa ako bhie, and he is 11 years older than me, gurang na sya in short. Kinilig pa rin ako (or pinaniwala ko sarili ko siguro that time) , even though my heart sank hoping he would have proposed formally. We planned our wedding, but he is not that participative. Parang, o sya, planuhin MO lahat aatend Lang ako. It is like I am marrying myself alone, but when it comes to meeting me, to have sex with me, I can feel the excitement he is showing me (wagas ang libog ng Lolo nyo) . His family never did the traditional pamamanhikan nor meeting my parents to pay respect for taking my hand in marriage. How ignorant of me in those times. I guess I am really blinded by the old guy. He just called my parents through phone and say, “Hello Nay, Tay, I would like to marry your daughter.” and conversation ended. I felt the pain and hesitancy of my parents back then. Their anxiety and fear for me, their one and only princess, being taken by this middle age guy, a total stranger who never came to meet them. I am a fucking asshole. My family ignored those facts and questions in their mind. They love me, and they saw the excitement and happiness that I am getting married. (I am so lucky with my parents) As months has passed, I started doubting myself to get married to him, I noticed some flaws. I started to feel being used as a trophy girlfriend, a sexual object. Parausan Lang feel gurl??? I was ready to end our relationship, and the unfortunate event happened. Our affair has been reported by our fellow Filipino colleagues. I was so scared and helpless, afraid of getting jailed and deported. I am not ready to become a young jobless woman. My siblings need me, financially to support their studies. I can’t afford seeing my siblings’ future taken away because of my stupidity. Gaga kasi, gurl. Yan ang napala ng pag explore. So, I got married in an instant, in the Philippine Embassy of Riyadh. The place where Filipino couples getting married in a conservative, strict country like KSA. I got married in a rush, without the presence of my family. Me… Alone… And that’s how my husband had the chance to con me. Pano ba? Sexually,.. Hmmmm… He drained all the youth in me, wow.. Maka drain Lang eh no? Having me in bed almost every day and night, Kung pwede nya ako chukchakin ng 5 beses, ay gagawin nya.. Nakuha nya kasi ambata eh. I am not sexually accomplished, but I pretended to be. He is harsh at times, he wanted to see how I react. His foreplays are rough. And I want it to end, so I did my role of being sexually in to it. I dreamed to be a good wife. A wife that will fulfill my husband’s needs, physically, sexually, emotionally, even financially. I wanted to become a mother as well, so we got pregnant in one try. I thought he will become a caring husband, an excited father to be thought it is not his first time. But, in the first check up I had, he

chose to spend his time with his so called friends rather than assisting me and be with me in my first ultrasound. I was hurt. I never expected that. Mabait sya, my mind says. Months has passed, my pregnancy is very much stable. Still working tough even on my 38th week. Malakas to, bhie.. In those months together, he was insisting on taking bank loans. I am hesistant. I am not the type of person who likes to have UTANG because I want my salary complete. However, he had me say Yes. I took a loan and it was approved because my salary is high enough to meet their required scale. Just like that, when I received the loan, he took charge of it. Sent the money to his parents, telling me they will starts to build a house for us in their place. Since I believed their words, I just went on with the flow, not knowing his father is taking a Chunk of money as well to gamble. I was able to deliver my first child normally. I was such a happy proud mother. He is as well but since having a child in KSA is difficult without having someone to take care of my son. We have to sacrifice and send our son home to the Philippines. It was my first, greatest heartache and it will always be until now. I tried to be strong for my child’s future and my husband is giving 500 riyals share for my son monthly out of the 4000 riyals he is receiving from his salary, while I share 2000 riyals, Mas Madatung ako eh.. I did not bother to ask for more not unless it is my son’s birthday or it is Christmas time. Di ako demanding, Promise. Because I tried to understand his situation that he has another child to feed and my salary is higher. The loan I took, I am paying 2/3 of it monthly, while he shares 1/3 of it. Trying hard ako maging perpekto ng asawa. Every vacation we will divide our weeks from my place to his place. Nevertheless, another ill fated event occurred. We had a fight in his place. And his father suddenly involved himself in our argument and threw us out from their place, in the house I spent my money with which his father gambled as well. Lakas ng loob Kaya sigawan kami, PUTANG INa LUMAYAS KAYO DITO! Ako naman, e di layas. Masunuring Bata. He let his father throw us out in the middle of the night. Yet, I am strong (though sa utak ko, tang Ina pigilan MO naman ako asawa ko, and my situation be like, ASA KA GURL). So, I took my siblings with me and went to our relatives house. I could not fathom the fact that he let me wander in the middle of the night with my siblings. Parang, bahala ka kahit mamatay ka situation. Ganon. Nonetheless, ignorant me. We patched things up, I could not let my child grow up with a broken family. And the same goes by. My life revolved with same routine. Giving money, covering my child’s expenses and I let it all happen. My mistake,maganda pero gaga naman.. I believed in him. Really. Sabi nya kasi mabait sya. With the pangako also to fix the ownership of our house. (Asa PA more, ne.) And there it goes. Years passed, I got employed by a better employer in Saudi, higher salary. And again, he convinced me with another loan. And I gave in, tanga Lang pero maganda. Yan nalang pakonswelo sa sarili, pagbigyan na. So, I gave half of my loan to my husband. Then, I don’t know how cursed I am or him? His contract ended. Though there is a new employer willing to take him in. He refused. He said, he wanted to be with our son.. Ayyyy… natouch ako dun, gurl. So, I let him go back to Philippines, with investment plans, business plans and all even having a baby. Dami naming drawing, ay. Hanggang drawing Lang pala. Even, going home and taking care of our son, drawing din ay. Umasa ang Bata sa wala.. I did not oblige him to give monetary assistance to our son since July 2020 for the fact that, I wanted him to save the money he received from his severance pay in order to add up to our planned investments (planned talaga Yun, planado.. Planado nyang isugal at waldasin. ) Moreover, with cash assistance from me until he left to Philippines. Sugar mommy Lang.. Kagwapo ba? Hindi,

pangit po talaga asawa ko. Nabudol Lang talaga ako. When he arrived in taguig, first 2 months he is okay. That even when, he even asked for 100k, nag pauto uli ang gaga, PAK! MONEY TRANSFER, automatic ako bhie.. He said everything is going according to plan. (according to plan pala Para magwaldas) until, the mid of December 2020, he started having mood shifts, parang lalaking nireregla, inaaway ako tapos aamu-in kasi gusto ng cybersex. I tried to be more understanding, ang bait ko Kaya, because maybe because of LDR situation and the stress of pandemic. In spite of the mood swings, the indirect accusations and his possessive behaviors shows. From 2011 to 2020, of course, medyo kilala mo naman asawa mo e no.. From the eve of my birthday December 23, to the day of my birthday December 24, Pati pasko hang gang New Year. He was so fucking possessive that all I could do was to have a video call on him almost 24hours a day. If he wants cybersex, I have to give in, I have to show my body and play with it. Pokpok na pakiramdam ko.. Medyo first class naman siguro. Because if not, he will accuse me of having an affair. Speaking, he even says I have a man beside me and he hears the voices of the man. And me like, WHAAAAT??? My momo ba sa kwarto ko? And take note, he records our video calls. Then early January 2021, I was surprised by a post of a stranger to my FB account on my son’s picture, accusing my husband, a theft, a con man, stating ‘that your husband namely BLAH BLAH Blah owes me a 100k and promised to pay me back but he did not, you’re a family of thieves and so on. ‘ Nawindang ako, bhie. Agad Agad, delete post, teng ene.. Sa picture pa ng gwapo Kong anak. I confronted my husband, sya pa galit bhie and gradually, he admitted that he owes money to some people, and he cashed out all the money to his friends, and alcohols and gambling. BABAE? Meron ba?? Malay ko.. So, Nothing left. That’s when I thought, Kaya pala Kung ano ano akusasyon kasi sya mismo may kalokohang ginagawa. DEFENSE MECHANISM USED – PROJECTION Again, supportive wife here (tanga Lang, day, wishing ba) I said, it’s okay, it’s only money and so on. And I gave almost 40k just to have an end and have him start again to apply for jobs. I gave him links and ads and places to apply back abroad. Pero, ASA PA MORE. Waley.. Despite of what happened, the endless fight, accusations pa more, and demanding for money did not end. The messages of people I don’t know kept coming-in in my messenger. And my vacation day is here! I was very excited to be with him and make a baby. But fuck him, kahit sa eroplano iharap ko daw cp ko sa bawat taong katabi ko, gago sya. Para akong tangang inikot ang cp. And he was not satisfied at all, tagalan ko daw iharap ang cam.. E di wow, wag na.. Awayin nalang nya ako kesa ireklamo ako ng passengers. And hello Philippines during pandemic, quarantined in a high standard hotel. And of course, my great husband wants to barge-in in my hotel, because sabi nya I have a a lalake in my room.. May nakikita daw at naririnig, and me be like, Saan banda sa kwarto yang nakikita MO? Like, I really wants to see and hear it as well. Kaya, e di wow uli.. Ang lakas ko naman sa OWWA at coast guard Para bumali ng quarantine protocol.. I really tried.. I tried… and I tried… and I tried to fix our marriage… message after message of people I never knew and people I knew hoping I would be the one to pay the debts of my VERY GOOD HUSBAND, still surprises me. To the point that, Even looking at my messenger or FB gave me a phobia. I am so helpless.. Like, sheeeet… anong nangyare gurl? Saan ako kakapit. And my husband even wants to take charge of my son’s bank.. But no way..! LIKE TAMA NA, ULOL.! LALABAN ANG INA! BUT I REALLY Tried… nag effort ako… nagpakatanga ako.. Who wants a broken family for their child, right? Wala di ba? I tried to hide the flaws of our marriage from our son. I cried secretly, I hid the phone away when his father starts to shout at me. But you see, my son is smarter than me. He saw my tears, my

sadness. He caught his father shouting at me at times via videocall. Huli sa akto ni bulilit. Pero di ko Alam. My vacation ended with a failure to have a complete family bonding but accomplished mother and son bonding. I tried to fulfill my son’s needs with my existence alone. And hello me ngayon… nganga… Still lost… basag na basag… I tried to fix myself up… I have to, for my son’s future, I may not be accomplished with my marriage life, but thankfully God blessed my career as a Frontliner. My son’s has no one now but me. My husband still asks for money. I changed my FB name to Korean characters. I unfriended my husband to avoid those people he owes some money and people sending me, KAWAWA AKO KASI NILOKO AKO. Tama na uy. Masakit. Sobrang sakit.. Tao po ako… animal ang ugali pero Hindi bato.. But I am hiding all my tears and wounds from the people surrounding me even though they knew, ginago ako ng asawa ko. They did not bother to ask, they respect my silence and I thanked them for that. But in reality, I don’t know what to do. I felt stuck in a quicksand, slowly drowning in sorrows, sadness and frustrations. I was left behind, drowning. Tortured with this unexplained pain and agony. I am conned by my husband. I spent money on a house which will never be mine. I spent money which will never come back to me.. I was left, zero…. And I don’t know what to do… How can I help myself… When I don’t even know if our law can protect me and my child.. It is me and my child… Against a MAN who is supposed to be our protection but rather, the Man who thinks nothing but himself, he himself is a danger to me and my son. His delusions and hallucinations still continues. Baka may third eye asawa ko???? I don’t know. His unending hurtful messages kept pouring in. Even a recorded sound of the bed na yumuyogyog, he will send it to me. His unending demands of money. Like wow, bat di sya magtrabaho…. Sugar mommy ako??? Ako??? Gandang sugar mommy mo naman, bhie… I just wished…. I just hoped… The government will someday established a law for the wives who has been conned financially by their own husbands. May VAWC, PAO, PCW, et cetera but how come it is near yet so far…. I just don’t know the proper law to fight against him… I can’t annul him, it’s too expensive.. Hanggang sa patayin nya nalang siguro ako.. Legal separation? OMG, how about the house.. In short, sya nag enjoy sa bahay na dugo at pawis Kong pinundar. Our son? How can I demand monetary assistance when he is jobless… I asked legally, and nothing happened.. It only benefits him, not me and my son… Kaya wow.. Hanggang sa mamatay o mapatay nya ako ay.. Our Family Court aspires to fix marriages as much as possible, and it is good.. But does it means, wag maghiwalay, magpaabuso ka Hanggang sa mamatay. (sighed) So, here I am… What I am now? You can say, I am a wife, sexually and physically used by my husband according to his own time of desires and needs. I am a wife, who is financially and emotionally, mentally abused by my husband. I am a wife PROFESSIONALLY CONNED BY MY HUSBAND BEFORE HE CONNED OTHER PEOPLE.. I am his long term conned victim.

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do you have a favorite song off of the Folklore album? also could you pick a favorite lyric I'm curious. Also I hope you have a great day/night/afternoon/morning! <3

HEY ANON!!! hsbznms im honored you even felt the need to know my favorite folklore song <333 and a rant about folklore was a long time coming so this was the perfect opportunity tysm :D

my favorite song to listen to is 100% between cardigan & mirrorball.. they are just so... SO.... S O . . . . just. the entire ‘but i knew would linger like a tattoo kiss // you’d come back to me’.... THE SINKING FEELING I GET EVERYTIME... vile. and the ‘hush’ & the bridge in mirrorball... WORK OF ART <3 mirrorball was the first one that HIT after my first listen so yeah it is very dear to me

now emotionally? this is me trying takes the win & epiphany a very close second. i literally had a full breakdown while watching the this is me trying part of the long pond sessions. just the whole song hits so close to home justgrrgrrbarkbarkwoofwoofGRGRGRRGRG. ‘i was so ahead of the curve the curve became a sphere, fell behind all my class mates and i ended up here’ gurl bye <3 anyways moving on because im on the verge of tears L O L..... epiphany MAKES ME FEEL THINGS. not in the way of this is me trying rather a completely different feeling. it just leaves you hollow for a few moments doesnt it? and hearing taylor talk about the song really made it for me. ‘only twenty minutes to sleep but you dream of some epiphany.....’ [blanK STARE]

and favorite lyric??? singular??? NO <3 hehsjsks im gonna do one from each song 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

the 1: i thought i saw you at the bus stop, i didn’t though. WTF WTF WTF WTF?!?!? FELONIOUS.....

cardigan: literally the whole song bye

the last great american dynasty: they say she was seen on occasion pacing the rocks staring out at the midnight sea. . . the story telling the imagery the alliterations WHAT GOES ON INSIDE HER HEAD. MISS TAYLOR SWIFT IS NOT OK.

exile: those eyes add insult to injury. 👁 👁

my tears ricochet: and you can aim for my heart go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones. i SCREAMED when i heard this for the first time.

mirrorball: the whole chorus whole bridge bye

seven: LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND TO SATURN and literally the whole song. THE BRIDGE??? m8 m8 m8.. ive been meaning to tell you i think your house is haunted....... .... ... no maam your mind IS haunted.... the complete innocence in the whole song i—

august: salt air and the rust on your door i never needed anything more. A SONG OPENS LIKE THIS WYD??? DO YOU CRY DO YOU LAUGH DO YOU GO FERAL WYD?????? and babe im not even gonna go on a tangent talking about the betty james august saga i just cant I CANNOT I CAN NOT

this is me trying: yeah like i said before... i dont wanna talk about this im gonna cry djsjsksk NEXT

illicit affairs: take the words for what they are, a dwindling mercurial high, a drug that only worked the first few hundred times. :SIGH: taylor allison swift you know damn well for you i would ruin myself a million little times

invisible strings: ✨💖✨💖✨💖 chains around my demons wool to brave the season.. one single thread of gold tied me to you. and then timee wondrous timeee give me the blues and the PURPLEPINKSKY ✨💖✨💖✨💖 honestly i cant believe she wrote a ao3 dot net certified soulmate au fic song

mad woman: WHEN YOU SAY I SEEM ANGRY I GET MORE ANGRY :D

epiphany: holds your hand through plastic now. how does she do this everytime i want to know........ the implications the accuracy the attention to detail... a perfect example of what makes a taylor swift song. this tiny little thing that happens in our everyday life that never jumps out to us, she takes that and makes it a whole moment... of course doctors touch us with a glove on... HOLDS OUR HAND THROUGH PLASTIC... PLEASE I AM .:;().(;):$;&.@.9

betty: :DDD WILL YOU KISS ME ON THE PORCH IN FRONT OF ALL YOUR STUPID FRIENDS?????

peace: the whole song really is a piece of art that is so under appreciated but if i have to choose a lyric it would have to be: give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other..... again,,,,,, we all know this feeling so very well we all could feel the rush of emotions upon hearing this but have we ever sat down and really thought about this??? how we want to give the one we love a silence that only comes when two people understand each other?? NO WE DIDNT. AND SHE DID. This whole song TJIS WHOLE SONG ARSGSHHSHAGAH

hoax: my best laid plan. your sleigh of land. my barren land. i am ash from your fire. and then... my only one. my kingdom come undone. my broken drum [SCREAM]. you have beaten my heart.

the lakes: is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN WTF I AM ILLITERATE. WHY WOULD YOU OPEN A SONG LIKE THIS VILEVILEVILEVILEVILEVILEEEEEE

I AM OUT I AM RUNNING AWAY 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ why is she like this why why why why w—

[muthaz-rapapa]

Rewatch: Mahou Tsukai Precure Ep 3

Hey hey hey~!

I made it to Sunday with another MahoPre post again! Praise me, won’t you?

*bows extravagantly* ( -∀-)シ

ALSO, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL YOU GREAT MOMMIES OUT THERE!! WHERE WOULD WE BE WITHOUT YOU?!  (｡^▽^｡)/ ♡

Yaaaaa, you know the animation quality really went up when not only the new transformation sequence was top notch but the episode it debuted in was as well. Really! Everything was so sparkly and purdy~

Like Mirai and Mofu-chan’s excited faces, kyaaaaa~! xD

Ahem, so we start off with Mirai calling home and let’s just say she’s very lucky it was Grandma who picked up.

I don’t know how long Mirai’s been gone but judging by how Grandma’s first question is about Mirai’s search instead of asking where she is right now, maybe she hasn’t been gone too long to raise any alarms yet.

In any case, the beginning of the phone call was hilarious cuz though Grandma shares Mirai’s belief in witches and magic, I’m pretty sure she never expected for Mirai to be contacting her from another realm, much less hear that she’s become a witch herself.

She’s like “Huh? Wut?” xD;

And then there’s Mirai. Oh god, Mirai.

She really is the type to spill almost every detail out in a jumbled manner and gesture frantically on the other end of the line even though there’s no way her Grandma can actually see her, lol I do the same thing when I talk over the phone

Meanwhile, Headmaster and Riko are just standing awkwardly in the background, watching this girl play charades in front of a crystal ball.

(^ ∀ ^ ;;)

Anyways, despite all the rushed explanations, Mirai wants to attend class here and asks for permission.

Naturally, any normal parent/guardian would say “no” because first of all, what the heck is she going on about? Flying brooms? Magic World? WAT? Did you hit your head while playing or something?

I mean, even the most understanding person would just assume Mirai found a new friend at the playground who introduced her to some secret hangout or whatever and that Mirai just wants to stay out longer to have fun, that’s all.

But nuh-uh! Mirai’s really in the Magic World right now and she really wants to enroll in magic school for the rest of spring break!

Miraculously (and again, she is so lucky it was Grandma who picked up), she does get the okay.

Grandma actually believes Mirai will be alright with these strangers in some foreign place she’s never heard of. She’s never met them, there’s no address or even a phone number she can call to check up on Mirai. For all she knows, her granddaughter could’ve been tricked and kidnapped by some shady hoodlums.

But over the phone, it doesn’t seem that Mirai is any danger...and since she sounds so eager, well then, alright. Grandma chooses to trust Mirai.

Cue joyous, major squee-able hug! <D

But on a serious note, PLEASE DO NOT ALLOW THIS IN REAL LIFE, OKAY?!

(O_ O ;;)

It’s somewhat forgivable in an children’s anime where things are more idyllic and even Mirai’s situation is an exception among exceptions because of plox. 

But if your kid is asking to stay out in some vague location with people who don’t have your trust to look out for their well-being, then you get in your car or call the police or do whatever’s necessary to bring them home immediately!

...come to think of it, I wonder how Mirai’s parents reacted when Grandma told them the news. By the time Mirai got back home, they seemed pretty cool with it but Mirai should’ve at least called them every day (off-screen) to ensure she’s alright so that they didn’t have to worry a lot while she was away.

I dunno, please don’t mind me too much on this matter. I'm just very sensitive when it comes to the safety of children, that’s all. The news and living in the city scared me into being cautious.

Honestly, I wouldn’t mind becoming an Uber driver as long it’s a magic carpet I’m flying.

But I’m not sure what the insurance policy on that is like and it doesn’t look like there are seat belts either which is a tad bit concerning. Hmm...

Bouncy-wouncy flippy-floppy Mofurun~!

Look at this happy bear~! She’s having the time of her life!

Ugh, my heart~!!! x3333

I believe this is the first time Mirai’s had the chance to tell Riko something about herself and it’s quite nice that Riko was the one who (sorta) initiated the interest this time around.

We all know what Riko’s like. She’s not fond of people being too chummy with her because if they get to know her, they’ll learn how bad she is at magic as well. That’s why she’s always trying to maintain a distance. Trying not to interact with others too much and not volunteer too much info about herself so she can uphold an image she doesn’t really possess and protect where she’s most vulnerable. Tsundere defense mechanism in the works.

For her to reach out to Mirai, even if it’s only out of some courteous small talk and minimal curiosity, maybe it means she’s gradually becoming more comfortable. At least in Mirai’s company, there’s no need to have her guard up that high and she can talk to someone normally for once.

Mirai, on the other hand, is the honest type through and through and is thrilled to share anything about what she loves.

Her bright, sincere personality and close relationship with her grandma shows how well she was raised because no matter how wild or out of this world Mirai’s thoughts can get sometimes, those closest to her never ridiculed or made her think less of herself for that. That’s why she’s almost always able to face anything with open optimism. She’s free to be unapologetically herself because she has that kind of reassurance.

It’s a security that many people would die to have.

And Riko is one of those people.

Listening to Mirai talk warmly about her grandmother brings a slightly lonely expression to her face because Riko doesn’t have anyone like that. No one whom she can talk to about anything and everything, no one whom she can show her true self to without fear of being judged by them.

No one to call a real friend.

Well, guess what, Riko? Ya got right one in front of ya, dont’cha? Hahaha~!

She just doesn’t realize it yet.

Moving along, damn, the whole island is occupied by magic merchants and their shops!

Diagon Alley can’t even begin to compare!

Yep. If there’s any Precure universe I want to live in, it’s definitely this one! 8D

At the center of the giant square, of course there’s a statue and of course there’s a story to go along with it and of course, there’s an old man (by the name of Mr. Hook) just waiting to tell that story to whoever’s new in town.

Nevertheless, this story is a rather interesting one in respect to the Linkle Stone Ruby that’s set to appear later.

The Merchant Alley is where people gather to sell their trades and goods. It’s a place where they can share the work they’re proud of and passionate about.

And Ruby is the Linkle Stone of what? Passion.

So the Passion Flame was pretty much the Linkle Stone Ruby all along and it returned to remind the people of the magic they still have within themselves.

This slightly debunks the idea that the Linkle Stones will only appear when Precure do but it doesn’t change the fact that Ruby’s true form didn’t manifest until Mirai and Riko came to the Alley.

Anyways, on another note, isn’t it an extremely heartwarming thought that even though Mother Rapapa has been gone for centuries, her magic hasn’t disappeared and that it still extends itself to help people when they’re in need? Even now, Mother Rapapa still loves and wants to protect the world she defended with her very life which just goes to prove that the most ancient and most powerful magic of all is indeed, love.

Love never dying means magic never dying.

Aaaaahhhh~, that’s so beautiful! *sniff* <’D

Aww, but I wanted to hear about Pegasus Lane!

( •́ ∧ •̀ )

Ok, ok, maybe some other time.

At least we got Riko taking Mirai’s hand to lead her away instead. Me is a happy gurl~ <3

But then Mofurun says she smells something sweet and duh, it’s clearly Ruby sitting in the statue’s lamp but they don’t know that yet so they all assume it’s just the cotton candy from a street vendor near by.

Well, their reaction was adorbs anyway.

D’aww, omgawd, look at Mirai, trying to tug Riko in the direction of sweets and Riko having none of that. Kekekeke! xD

Ok, before we go in, I just want to say that I adore Francois and all the fabulousness he’s packaged with!

But more than that, I love how he’s always so kind to people who visit his shop, especially the girls. He’s always eager to give them the best fashion he can offer and since he learned his trade in the Mundane World, it’s probably safe to say he isn’t at all prejudiced against anyone from there either.

But also, also...!!

He knows how to recognize CUTE when he sees it!

Oh yea, Francois is my spirit animal.

Poor Mofurun, though. She looks so traumatized. xD;

My daughter is soooooo cute! Don’t you agree?

*pokes you in the back with ten needles* (*°∀°)

Man, if I could do magic......I would probably still go out to buy clothes instead of making them myself. It’s less about not having the talent to design and more about gathering the material that would be a pain for me. I’d rather leave that to the professionals.

That said, since it’s magic we’re talking about, I hope retail prices are a lot lower over there since production requires less manual labor. Or should it be magical labor?

Well, it takes less time if an outfit can be fitted and finished within the hour so that’s a plus at least.

Mmhmm. *nods appreciatively*

I wasn’t lying when I said this uniform is one of my (if not the) top favorite school uniform designs across all Precure seasons.

The colors, the plaid bows, and ugh, the HAT!!

...I wanna be a witch, too. TwT

Honestly, Francois is just one of the best recurring characters. Period.

He’s so thoughtful, going the extra mile even when he doesn’t really have to. He’s not in it for the famous name or money, he just wants to make sure his clients look good and feel good looking good.

What an artisan!

(Btw, Mofurun still uses the same pouch when Mirai grows up and I just find that so awesome because they’re continuing to treat a gift from Francois with such care~ <3)

I mean, fixing a loose button is a small task. Hardly worth mentioning but with Riko falling so often (*discontent Riko noises*), you’d think Francois would be exasperated about her always ruining her clothes.

Nope. 

He just goes and sews it back in place without charge, gently telling Riko in his own special way for her to be more careful.

Riko doesn’t miss the sentiment behind his words and really, you’d have to be blind to not see how all the people Riko knows really care about her.

More locals to meet and this one is Todd and he sells produce!

Not much to say about him other than he’s a nice dude, offering Mirai a sample of what a Frozen Clementine really tastes like.

lol, oh Riko, don’t take it so personally. These things happen. <D;

Also, that’s two strikes for Riko today. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole town was aware of how clumsy she is.

At least, none of them are mean about it or deliberately poking fun at her. Riko’s just a little too sensitive is all.

Again, the shifts through Riko’s many faces when eating clementines are fun to watch.

It’s okay, Riko! You’ll get there eventually!

Wouldn’t put it past an eccentric, old man like him to do something like that.

I mean, I’m positive that the Headmaster’s character is partially inspired by Albus Dumbledore who also fits these kind of descriptions so yea...

YEA.

Meanwhile, I am living for the savageness that Cathy is unrepentantly laying on the Deputy Headmistress concerning her stickler-policy/no-outsider opinions.

Nothing against the Deputy Head since she does come around eventually but hell yea, Miss Sassy Crystal Ball! xD;

Next up is Gustav’s, where Mirai gets her own broom!

God, I love this broom so much. It’s simple but so charming!! Perfect for a young witch!

Nooooooo, Riko-chan~

That’s not what she meant! (^ ∀ ^ ;;)

Ooo, that’s three strikes now!

Riko really can’t catch a break, huh?

I wonder how many times everybody in town has heard this reply, lol

Y’know, these shopkeepers have known Riko since she was little so for them to comment on Mirai accompanying her today just further supports the idea that they’re always watching out for her however they can.

Riko’s an awkward kid who’s trying too hard to act and see through the eyes of an adult and that’s why she blunders so much.

But perhaps, if they were to point that out too directly, it’ll just make Riko feel more ashamed or make her more stubborn than she already is.

If that’s true, then I’d like to think they all agreed to just give Riko her space and let her grow into it in her own time. They’ll still support her every now and then (because she needs it) but they won’t overdo it to the point where she’ll notice and misunderstand it as an remark on her poor skills in magic.

Anyways, at least Gustav seems happy to see Riko’s finally got a friend to spend time with. As much as Riko’s unsure about calling Mirai her friend, no one’s going to deny that Riko not being alone anymore is a good thing for her, hehe~

They got to eat cotton candy, after all! YAY~!

Gotta say, this might just be the best way to eat cotton candy cuz it just levitates a little above your hand and you don’t have to worry about holding onto a stick and then the candy melting onto the stick and your hands getting messy cuz of that and whatnot.

Also, it really makes it look like you’re munchin’ on a cloud. Cute, right? :D

So far, Mirai is having a superb day. She got the whole magic user starter kit and it really feels like she’s become a witch now.

But as Riko says, it takes more than just looking the part to be a genuine practitioner of magic.

I wonder if she realizes how contradictory she sounds here because if she knew that all along, then that would label her search for the Emerald as hypocritical.

Though it’s possible she only realized this after coming back from her recent trip to the Mundane World empty-handed.

Still, there’s no doubt the Emerald’s profound and mythical qualities would be desired by many, including those who are efficient in magic. Nobody is really sure what it’s capable of but since it’s reputed to be the rarest and most powerful of the Linkle Stones, we can at least expect it to live up to its name in some way.

And when Riko overheard the Headmaster talking about it in his office, well, who can really blame her for shooting off to go find it then?

If anything, had she found it, Riko probably would’ve used the Emerald to figure out why her magic seldom worked out the way she wanted it to. Then from there, she’d do whatever she could in her own power to make herself a great witch.

...Maybe.

Mirai, however, is more impressed by how brave and aggressive Riko is on fulfilling her dream. 

In fact, she’s more amazed by Riko than the Emerald itself and doesn’t think her search for the Emerald sounds ridiculous at all.

To her, Riko is a hard worker and she should be acknowledged just for how much effort she puts into becoming a witch worthy of respect.

But when she asks what Riko means by stuff like “excellent” or “splendid”, even Riko’s not sure.

Of course, even if you have a good amount of magical prowess, that doesn’t automatically mean you’re a great magic user.

Rather, it should be how you use your magic that determines whether you are great or not.

I guess that’s why Riko suddenly turned that question back on Mirai. Because as of this moment, she’s only looking for ways to cast her spells without them backfiring on her. She hasn’t given much thought on what she can do with magic once she does have it in her hands.

Riko doesn’t have an answer yet. And because she doesn’t want to appear like she doesn’t, her walls go up again in an attempt to prevent anyone else from realizing how unsure she actually is inside.

But you know what?

Mirai’s not sure about her own dream either. 

She’s never thought of it before now and nothing really comes to mind just because she’s asked out of the blue like this. However, that doesn’t really bother her.

It’d be awesome if one day, she can find something to dedicate herself to like Riko does...but until then, there’s no need to rush or stress it. If she’s meant to find it, then she’ll find it eventually.

Having a dream should be a wonderful thing, after all. It’s not something you must have but something you want, something you choose to pursue. 

I believe that’s what makes Riko so special in Mirai’s eyes. Because despite all the doubts and hardships that come with it, Mirai can tell Riko truly cherishes her desire to become a fine witch some day. 

If she didn’t, Riko wouldn’t have needed to try so hard. But she did and is still trying because she really wants it. That is what earned her Mirai’s admiration.

Not sure if those feelings reached Riko but at least it seems that she knows Mirai respects and understands her to extent in that regard, which then draws out a smile from her as well.

Cuz c’mon, it’s just nice to talk these things out with a friend.

That’s right, they’re definitely friends now.

They’re laughing together and the atmosphere is very light and pleasant and happy.

Just look at Mofurun, the perfect mood indicator. If that’s not enough to show how well our girls are getting along, then I don’t know what is.

Ugh, unfortunately if there’s a good mood going on, a mood ruiner is never too far off.

This time it’s Sparda and she introduces herself by stealing Mirai’s Diamond pendant. *GASP* BAD! >:(

Demands are made for the Emerald’s location, Mirai loudly defies the villain again and villain decide to wreck things as a response. Yada yada yada, same old, same old.

Except with them missing one Diamond and unable to transform into Precure, they really can’t do anything to stop Sparda.

As the situation becomes grimmer, so does the anger start to build within Riko as she surveys the damage of the town.

We even get a mini-montage of a younger Riko (OMG ISN’T SHE THE SWEETEST LIL’ WITCH-IN-TRAINING?!?!? KYAAA~!!! xDD) on her first time visiting all the shops, essentially telling us how many important memories she’s made here and how much the people who helped her mean to her.

This finally, finally makes her blow her top.

How dare this cretin selfishly trample all over the innocent people trying to do their daily jobs peacefully! How dare this insect woman make a mess of their community, a place where everybody works so hard to support each other, without remorse!

That is absolutely unforgivable!!

...but at the same time, Riko releasing her anger is just what they needed. Her feelings are now fully synchronized with Mirai’s...

...which causes the Ruby to awaken and reveal its true form to them.

Hmm, this is really fascinating because we can interpret it to mean that passion, the idea that the Ruby represents, is linked to many emotions and not just a strong sense of love towards something. 

Or you can say even “negative” emotions like anger or sorrow can also be proof of a very strong love.

Considering that rage and passion are often symbolized through flames and fire imagery, I’d say that the connection between those two is really appropriate for these turn of events.

But moving along...

THE BIRTH OF RUBY STYLE~!!!

(⋈◍＞◡＜◍)。✧♡

I’ll go into my thoughts on this design another day but ahhh, I do so love this Form Change to death. Have a hard time deciding if this is my top favorite among the MahoPre forms.

As for the battle, well, sad to say this one wasn’t worth writing home about either. And I think the animation quality dropped a little around this part of the ep. Not sure why there’s a sudden inconsistency when there wasn’t that much “fighting” going on.

But again, I’m not here to write about the battle scenes (until maybe post-Felice debut), which are more or less the same anyway so I’d just be repeating myself if I were. I’m here for the chemistry between the girls, the character studies and so on.

Some key highlights, though, because I couldn’t ignore them:

Mofurun catching the Diamond back like one would catch a home run ball.

I’M SO PROUD OF YOU, MY BABY!!!!!

x3

This kick.

This kick is everything.

Miracle and Magical grabbing each other’s hands to help propel their feet at the Yokubaru.

And then the ice thawing immediately upon impact, a call out to the Frozen Clementines they always eat and further demonstration of symbolism of passion through fire because heat melts ice.

Looks like this might’ve been the first time Riko was successful in using this type of magic. Too bad you can’t really eat it. But not that you’d really want to, lol

Then Ruby Passionale and another day saved.

Yay~

And now everybody’s witnessed the legend in the flesh!

lol, Miracle being polite to the crowd while Mofurun is trying to hide her face ("No pictures, please-mofu!”) and Magical is so close to freaking out cuz they gotta get outta here before their transformations become undone and their true identities are found out and ohhh, we don’t want to stick around to find out what that’s gonna be like......

...so they leave by leaping to the rooftops.

Classic.

Later that day, they go to pick up Mirai’s broom and aww, that’s so nice of Gustav to give her a cute ribbon as an extra service!

It comes in both her and Riko’s colors, too! How did he know?!?!?!? 8D

And he even gave one to Riko to match with Mirai!

Ugh, Gustav is so awesome. I want to buy him a steak dinner. 

I’ll buy dinner for any character in story who helps me ship my ship, hahaha! xD

Hehe, my lovely girls~

I love them soooo much. <3

Mmkay, I’m done for the day. I think I can manage to do one more post for next week. Then we’ll see what happens from there cuz I’ll be going back to work soon.

[sebthesnipe]

The Light In Your Smile

February Prompts 2/7

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Prompt: Yellow/Yeti

Ship: Remile

 “Guurrlll!” Remy’s voice came, pulling Emile from his stupor once more. He still didn’t understand how this was happening. One moment he was just the therapist of a very attractive and very sassy individual and the next he was being told he was going on a date with said patient. Naturally he would never date a patient, but it seemed as if Remy already knew and had already withdrawn all of his appointments. Emile was the luckiest man in existence.

“Look at that Diva!” Remy gasped rushing towards the ring toss and pulling Emile along, fingers still tangled in his.

Emile stumbled to a stop next him, following his gaze. Hanging from the ceiling in the far-right corner of the booth sat the ugliest yellow stuffed animal he had ever seen. He was fairly certain it was some kind of ape though he couldn’t be too sure…. Or perhaps it was a yeti?

“Five dollars, five rings. Try your luck sweetheart?” The woman behind the bar offered.

“Luck?” Remy scoffed, sipping at his drink. “Have you seen the snack I’m with? Luck has nothing to do with it Gurl.” He retorted making her grin broaden.

Emile couldn’t help but flush a bit at that, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He wasn’t sure how Remy managed to be so… Remy, but he loved every moment of it.

“How many rings for the…. Ape?” Emile offered, still unsure of what the thing was.

“You mean the yeti?” She asked.

“No, he means that gorgeous Diva in the back, Gurl.” Remy offered, motioning vaguely towards the yellow yeti. The good took the correction with a grain of salt, laughing lightly.

“Hit all five rings and its yours.” She explained making Remy frown in disappointment. Most of these games were rigged anyways. He should have known it would take so much to get his prize.

“I’ll take thirty.” Emile interrupted offering out the money and earning a surprised look from the other man.

“Picani…” Remy mumbled softly.

“Its Emile.” He reminded with a gentle squeeze of his hand. “I got this, ‘Gurl’.” He teased lightly, accepting the first five rings with a mumble of thanks. Remy took a step back, giving him some space to work.

….

Half an hour and almost a hundred dollars later Emile was one his last bundle of rings.

“Emile…” Remy breathed softly wrapping his arms around his and holding him close. “You don’t have to keep doing this-“

“No, I want to.” Emile smiled, covering Remy’s hand with his as he turned toward him. “A Queen deserves a court, even if its just a giant yellow Diva. Besides,” he sighed, “its not just the yeti. Its your smile.” Remy’s brows furrowed in confusion. “That sounds a bit corny doesn’t it?” He chuckled nervously. “But I’m serious. I’ve always loved your smile and I don’t get to see it often. So, if it takes emptying my wallet and making a fool of myself then so be it. I didn’t realize how shaded my life was until your smile brighten up my world. I’m going to get that yeti for you.”

Remy couldn’t help but give a snort of amusement at that, the smile in question splitting his features. He ran a hand through his hair before giving the other man a playful smack, blushing furiously.

“Guurrl…” He breathed softly. “I meant that you’re allowed to just buy the yeti. You don’t have to keep playing.” He clarified.

“Oh.” The other man mumbled, feeling utterly ignorant.

“But I like your answer too.” He hummed pleasantly, pressing closer still clinging to his arm.

“Yeah?”

“Yas Queen.” Remy reassured as Emile paid the booth’s attendant for the yellow yeti and handed it over.

Remy tucked the yeti under his arm, still having the other wrapped around Emile’s. He was practically beaming with pride, his two best bitches at his side.

La Fin

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[inactiive-shit]

First Snow

Warnings: None

Pairings: Platonic LAMP

Words: 2,780

Summary: Virgil’s from southern Florida and he’s never been to a hell-state quite like this one before. Of course he’s never seen snow!

I have had this written since the summer since I can’t enjoy anything even vaguely cold-related when it’s happening because I hate the cold and all things associated. But here’s this. Macht spaß, meine Freunde:

Virgil hates the cold. He hates that it makes him shiver and he hates that it tends to mean less sunshine and he hates that it makes him wear layers and he hates that it ever gets below seventy degrees, because really, that’s just criminal.

However, what he hates the most about the cold, is snow.

“Hey, Virge! Look! Isn’t this your first snow!” Roman jumps excitedly onto Virgil’s back, and Virgil barely keeps his balance. This damn oaf can’t keep his hands to himself, but Virgil’s gotten used to it by now.

“Huh,” he says, entirely lackluster. And now that he’s thinking about it, it is. He’s lived in southern Florida his whole life and never seen a speck of snow. It looks kind of weird.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Roman asks in a way that tells Virgil he expects an exuberant yes. Virgil’s not sure he agrees. Sure, it looks kind of cool, but it’s fucking cold and got all over him on the walk inside and when it went in his eyes he thought he was going to die or go blind, at least. He’s not a fan.

He tells Roman as much.

“Oh, come on, Brad Pititful! Don’t be such a downer!” Roman exclaims. He waves one arm with way too much force at the window and Virgil stumbles sideways. “It turns the world into a clean canvas that is ours for the painting! What’s not to love?”

“Uh, it’s fucking freezing?” Virgil says again. He looks in complete bafflement to Patton, the other in their quartet who didn’t grow up here. He was actually born in Texas somewhere, and you could tell from how much darker his skin got every summer that he loved the sun. He’d had his first snow in this hell-state, too, though Virgil hadn’t been here yet.

“Language,” Patton chides. He shoots Virgil a tiny smile when he does because Virgil is the only person who’s ever heard Patton say fuck or shit or damn, and it was all in the same sentence and with lot of other, worse, words too.

Patton says cuss words are for special occasions. And it certainly was.

“I agree with Roman,” Patton says then, and he looks out the window like a kid on Christmas - an apt description here, as they had just been discussing Christmas presents. Virgil thinks he’s lost his mind, or that the world has gone crazy because there’s no way someone who didn’t grow up with this could like it. “I didn’t like it as much when I first got here,” he adds at the look that must surely be on Virgil’s face. “But after I got used to it? I loved it!” Patton vibrates slightly, and Virgil has a sinking feeling he’s not going to like whatever comes next. Patton only begins vibrating when he has an idea, and Virgil usually gets the short end of the stick in them, if only because he’s newest to the area.

“I really started to like it after we had a snowball fight!” For a moment, Virgil is shocked. He hadn’t expected Patton, of all people, to advocate for violence, and he envisions a fist fight between him and Princey, covered in snow and blood - would it stick to them or would they melt it with their body heat? Virgil doesn’t know and doesn’t want to find out.

But the misunderstanding only lasts a second because Virgil has seen Christmas movies before, and he immediately begins shaking his head. His head is still shaking as Roman jumps off his back and declares that Patton’s idea is brilliant and it’s a great way to seduce Virgil into loving snow - yes, that is the word he used and yes, Virgil is just as horrified by the idea of being seduced by snow as he is by existing with it.

Then, Logan comes into the room and Virgil sees a light. There’s no way on earth that Logan, serious, stoic, Logan “I find math fun” Abbott, will go for this.

“Logan! We’re going to have a snowball fight!” Patton cries from Virgil’s other side. “Do you want to come?”

“This is the first time Virgil has seen snow, correct?” Logan asks. He’s wearing at least two sweaters and a scarf and sipping coffee with steam rising out of the mug. Logan abhors being cold more than Virgil does despite the fact that he grew up here. Virgil will have an ally.

“Yeah,” Patton tells him, and Logan smiles, and Virgil has a feeling he’s dead.

“Well then, of course,” Logan says. “I do love a good snowball fight. My older brother and I used to have them every time it snowed.” Beneath the terrifying smile Logan wears, Virgil thinks he can sense genuine affection for snowball fights. Somehow, this does not afford him anymore comfort. There’s only one thing Logan does better than work, and that is something he enjoys. If he enjoys this, they’re most likely all going to die.

At least he’ll die among friends.

When they tell Virgil to put on his coat, he thinks he may have found a way out. He hasn’t bought one yet, and though he won’t say it, he was hoping that his general stubbornness and refusal to acknowledge the possibility of snow would stave off the reality until summer, when it would be back in the nineties because this hell-state couldn’t just choose one climate.

Unfortunately, Logan has an extra coat in the back and, when questioned on why he has a second coat at work, smiles and tells Virgil you could just never know when you’d rush out of your house without one and need a back up. The coat, however, is in Virgil’s size. This would have been fine, except Logan is six inches taller and smiling like he’s cornered his prey.

Either the universe really hated Virgil, or his friends had planned this specifically to torture him. He is leaning toward the third option, which is: both.

Virgil tries, one last and desperate time, to escape the fate that is barrelling toward him like a bull seeing red.

“Your coffee’s gonna get cold,” Virgil blurts, shifting the coat around himself. He’s never worn a real, winter coat before. He’s never needed too because, until college, Virgil hadn’t left his home state. It doesn’t matter, though. The coat is uncomfortable and puffy and it makes a terrible noise when the material rubs against itself. He can’t really move properly, and Virgil hates it. He can say with one hundred percent certainty that this coat is horrible.

But so is everything else about this stupid fucking season, so he can’t say he’s surprised.

Virgil casts his best puppy eyes at Logan, something none of his friends are quite immune to. He knows he looks pitiful when he does it, which is why it’s a look he usually saves for getting unhealthy amounts of coffee after pulling an all-nighter or for Patton’s Dad Lectures™ when he finds out about Virgil’s all-nighters. It’s not a look to be used lightly.

Logan almost breaks, but Roman clears his throat and the win Virgil could almost touch is gone. Instead, Logan picks up the coffee, that is still steaming, and downs all of it in about three seconds. Virgil’s mouth hangs open as the cup is put back on the desk.

“I think you’ll find that it won’t.”

That is how, despite his best efforts, Virgil is standing outside in a field next to the theater he works at, shivering and glaring at his three friends.

Roman scoops up some snow and begins to mash it. “See? You just press it together and then roll it in your hands and - voila!” Roman holds up a ball of snow proudly. He leans down and gathers more snow and adds it onto the original ball. “More snow equals bigger balls,” he says, and Patton laughs and then Roman winks and Virgil hates him that much more.

Then, Roman throws it right at Virgil. It hits the arm of the coat and explodes, and Virgil stares from the white splotch now melting off his arm, to Roman, and then back.

“This is supposed to be fun?” He’s incredulous that this is a thing people do. Who found this weird shit on the ground and thought, oh, you know what this would be great for? Throwing at other people for fun!

“I promise, Virgil,” Logan says, and he might look a little more sincere but Virgil knows this was all a dirty trick to start, “this is fun once you give it a try. Though the snow can otherwise be a bit of a bother.”

“Excuse you!” Roman calls over. He looks like someone just offended his Grandmother. “Snow is always beautiful and amazing! Much like myself.”

“No, Roman. That is a rather generalized and presumptuous-” A snowball hits Logan in the chest and he stops mid-sentence. Logan, who tries to talk about things while jogging or who will start talking and will not stop, even to order food, unless you literally shake him back into the physical realm of existence, stops talking. He doesn’t finish his sentence, just stares at his chest.

There are only two things in the world that can stop Logan from talking: an insult to his friends, and, evidently, snow.

“Well, gurl, why don’t you just stop talking and hit him with some snow then.” There, standing in the doorway of the theater, is Remy. They’re wearing their usual leather jacket, and they march out the door followed by what must be every person who was on shift today. It’s immediately obvious to Virgil that he will be the only person who has never been involved in a snowball fight and who has no desire to be in one. But maybe with this many people, Virgil will be able to sneak away.

“Virgil, you’re on my team,” Logan says.

“Woah woah woah! Teams? Since when? Nobody told me anything about teams! I didn’t sign up for this!” But they ignore Virgil, and the stare down between Logan and Remy continues.

“Are you sure about that?” Remy asks, and pulls their sunglasses down. “Don’t you want him to be on the winning team for his first snowball fight?”

“He will be,” Logan replies. Virgil’s never seen Logan look this serious, even when they broke the main prop for a play the week before it opened and couldn’t fix it and had to find a suitable substitute. He wonders if perhaps this is going to be a real fight.

Then, Remy and Logan are choosing teams and this feels a little too much like high school gym class to be fun to Virgil, though he was never chosen first in high school. He’s sad to see Roman get chosen by Remy, if only because he used to play baseball and has considerable aim. Logan chooses Patton next, and Virgil has a suspicion that Logan is choosing based on who he’s friends with rather than who would be an advantage because Patton isn’t athletic at all and there are certainly more qualified people.

“You know,” Virgil hedges to Patton. He knows this is his last chance for escape. “I’m not really a team-player. I’m more of a sit-on-the-sidelines-and-watch sort of person. Sooo,” and he tries to walk away. Patton grabs his hand. Virgil knows it’s over.

“Come on, Virge! A little fun does you a lot of good! And you did say you wanted to learn more about the culture in different areas, right? Well, here’s a whole load of culture! Let’s get learning!” Then, he drags Virgil behind a table that’s covered in snow and has been in the field since last spring when Virgil arrived here. He notices other people also ducking behind random odds and ends like tires and tables and trees.

When the first snowball lands exactly where Virgil’s head would be if there wasn’t a table there, he flinches and instinctively peeks over the table to see - well, he doesn’t know. But another snowball immediately flies right by his head and Patton pulls him back to safety and then the snowballs are flying left and right. People get hit, and fall and pretend to die and Virgil only looks out one more time, almost getting pegged in the eye in the process, and it is mayhem. Plenty of people have braved the no man’s land between the two sides and are getting hit from every direction. It doesn’t slow them at all. They just keep throwing snowballs.

Logan is, surprisingly, one of the people who are out there without cover. He’s so fast that almost nobody hits him but he is taking the other team out like a sniper. Roman, who Virgil would’ve expected to be doing what Logan was doing, is crouched behind an overturned couch. Virgil can’t actually see him, but he can hear him dramatically crying out every three seconds when he gets hit.

Patton stays by Virgil the whole time, though Virgil suspects that was more to stop him from making a break for the door more than because Patton wants to stay hidden. And, much to Virgil’s shock, Patton is absolutely amazing at throwing snowballs and also dodging them.

“Isn’t this fun?” Patton says cheerily, ducking out of the way of a snowball Virgil knows would have decapitated him. “Here, make me some amo.” So, copying the movements Roman made earlier, Virgil begins to amass a pile of snowballs that Patton is throwing. It’s actually a pretty easy thing to do, and it is much more fun than the fear coursing through Virgil’s body every single time he emerges from behind the table.

After making a pile of snow so large that there’s not much left in his immediate vicinity, Virgil goes ahead and risks throwing a few. It’s not as fun as making them though, and they’ve been outside for days. It’s so cold that Virgil is shivering despite his uncomfortable winter coat.

Finally, the game is called. Virgil doesn’t know who won and won’t ask for fear of getting dragged into round two, and he drudges inside the theater with everybody else. Virgil tries to return the coat to Logan, who insists he keep it.

Patton, Joan, and Dahlia make hot chocolate for everyone and, within minutes, the place is full of lively chatter again. Virgil is still exhausted and shivering despite the coco in his hands. He doesn’t know how these people do it.

“So,” Logan asks, sitting on the stage next to Virgil, “how did you like your first snowball fight?”

Virgil blows on his steaming mug and watches Logan do the same. “It was terrifying. I think Patton almost got decapitated once.”

“I hope he’s not too attached to his head,” Logan comments, then groans. “Please do not tell Patton I just did that.” Virgil laughs, but doesn’t say anything one way or another. Maybe it can be his Get Out Of Jail Free card for the next weird culture thing they try to force him into.

“It was. . .fun,” Virgil grudgingly admits. And it was, though he’d never do it again. Somehow, someone managed to hit Virgil in the head with a snowball despite him being protected by the table and then Patton had laughed so hard he almost wet his pants.

“I’m glad,” Logan says. “It’s an annual thing.”

“Or biannual,” Patton adds, taking a seat next to Logan. He laughs while Logan groans at the horrible pun.

“Sometimes triannual.” That’s Roman, pulling himself up on Virgil’s other side. He drapes a jacket over Virgil’s shoulders and Virgil nods appreciatively.

“Or really, an every-time-it-snows-annual,” Remy says, walking behind Virgil and laughing at his shivering. “You get used to the cold, eventually.” He walks away sniggering as Virgil groans.

Virgil smiles and leans more into Roman’s side, listening to his friends’ voices float around him. He’s cold and shivering and he’s never really felt a need for hot chocolate like the one he feels right now, but he’s happy. He’s seen his first snow, had his first snowball fight, and worn a winter coat - though that was a lot less fun. It’s been a pretty good day, if he’s honest, and there’s a small, tiny, itty bitty chance that he won’t object if they decided to do something the next time it snows. He’d like to build a snowman, if the opportunity arose.

Maybe, he decides, snow isn’t so bad.

One week later, while Virgil is confined to bed rest because of his pneumonia, he swears up and down that he’s never going in the snow again.

[lefaystrent]

Welcome to the Neighborhood part 3

Fandom: Thomas Sanders, Sanders Sides

Pairings: Prinxiety

Summary:  Virgil’s really bad at peopling, or so his new neighbors find out.

Chapter Navigation: part one, part two part four

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Virgil had just slurped a big bite of food into his mouth when a voice startled him from behind.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks! It is the east and Juliet is the—OW THAT WAS MY FACE YOU HEATHEN!!!”

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO SNEAK UP ON ME YOU FUCKER!” Virgil seethed with rage born purely from fright.

Here he had been minding his own business on his own front porch, standing there with his back leaned against the railing. And Roman— the most illegally gorgeous dumbass to ever walk the face of the planet—had done the one thing that Virgil had warned him not to do.

So it wasn’t Virgil’s fault he had decked him in the face. Not when the spilled remains of his beloved food splattered the wood of the porch at his feet. And he could deny all responsibility for the way Roman covered his nose, eyes squinted and tearing from pain.

Wait—oh shit, was that blood?

At first Roman seemed more preoccupied about whether or not his nose had broken. He stopped to stare down at Virgil’s feet, big brown eyes batting in a way that reminded Virgil of Bambi.

What kind of person punches Bambi?

“Is that . . . a can of green beans?” Roman asked in disbelief.

“Remy banned me from the chips,” Virgil replied weakly. He felt untethered from where his feet met the porch, like a wayward breeze could lift him up and drift him away. He knew he shouldn’t have eaten green beans on a Wednesday afternoon. It was more of a Saturday midnight snack thing. And here he was, still holding the fork in the shaking fist that had decked Bambi in the face.

Oh god, ohgodohgodohgod, he could have stabbed the idiot in the face. He could have killed Bambi!

Instantly the silverware fell from his limp fingers. Roman watched dumbly as it clattered to the floor, but Virgil didn’t care about any of that. He lurched around the railing at sonic speed and his hands were fluttering uselessly in the air with all the worried agitation of a humming bird mixed with a mother bear (no Virgil’s mind was not processing things properly at the moment).

“Are you sorry?!” Virgil almost screamed at him. Oh wait, he actually did scream at him.

Roman reeled back—oh no no no, did he think Virgil was going to assault him again? Did he hate him now? Was he going to call the police and Virgil would have to spend the rest of his existence in a prison cell where he would never eat another green bean or Dorito ever again in his miserable cursed life???

This is why you don’t sneak up on people!

“What? Sorry? Yes?” Roman stammered out as fast as he could, looking for a moment to be just as overwhelmed as Virgil.

“Shit, wait, no. I didn’t mean that,” Virgil rushed to say desperately, urged on by the inner mantra in his head: please don’t hate me, please don’t hate me, please don’t hate me. “I was trying to ask if you’re okay but say sorry at the same time, but it all came out at once, and I’m so fucking sorry dude. I didn’t mean to, I swear.”

“Virgil, slow down,” Roman said, as if Virgil really had any power over the frantic tribal beat of his heart. “It’s uh—it’s not that bad.”

Roman was bleeding in Virgil’s front yard. What part of this constituted as not that bad?

Spurred by the inexplicable need to fix this, Virgil’s hands finally made contact with the sleeves of Roman’s leather jacket. He tugged him up the porch, forgetting he should really probably ask for permission for such a thing but the FIX THIS in his mind was really having a swell ole time jackhammering away in his head.

Roman protested but not in a way that said he had a problem being dragged into Virgil’s house (and if Virgil was thinking rationally at the moment, he’d probably freak out over his handsome neighbor seeing the inside of his house for the first time, but again, FIX THIS). He seemed more concerned with convincing Virgil that this wasn’t a big deal.

“I was more shocked than hurt, really. Believe me, I’ve been in far worse brawls than this.”

“You’re bleeding,” Virgil hissed.

“Oh that? My nose is just crying red tears because of how amazing I am!”

Virgil laughed but he also kind of wanted to cry too so he didn’t know how to emotion right now. He let Roman go by the kitchen sink and snatched a clean dishcloth from the adjacent cabinet and placed it under Roman’s nose. Roman took over to staunch the bleeding while Virgil left him there to rummage in the freezer. He pulled out two bags.

“Fries or mixed vegetables?” Virgil asked, because on some level of his consciousness the answer really seemed important in that instance. He held them up on display for Roman to decide.

The bleeding man stood there bewildered (Why was he looking at Virgil like that? Did he still think he was going to get hit again?). He glanced between the two frozen foods for a moment before pointing at the vegetables.

“Let’s go with that one,” he said. “It’s smaller.”

“Y-yeah,” Virgil agreed. He tossed the fries onto the counter carelessly and offered the vegetables at a healthy arms-length away. The embarrassment of man-handling Roman into his home had caught up to him.

Roman plucked the bag from his hand. With nothing left to hold, Virgil fiddled with the zipper on the arm of his hoodie. He wondered if Roman regretted moving in next door. God, he couldn’t even look up from the floor at this point. How pathetic was he?

“Thank you, Virgil,” Roman said quietly.

“For punching you in the face?” Virgil said with a snort. He slapped a hand over his mouth. The fiddling on his zipper increased.

“No, my little storm cloud.” Virgil nearly choked upon hearing the nickname. He stared wide-eyed at Roman. “You did warn me to announce my presence better. But when I saw you standing there . . .” Roman lowered the reddened cloth, and sure there was a little more red smudged on his face but the smile he wore was sincere. The playfulness in his eyes a little too much for Virgil to handle right now. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well then.” Virgil scratched at his neck and crossed his arms, shoulders hitched up. “I’m still sorry,” was what he meant to say. “Serves you right then,” is what he actually said.

Mouth . . . could you just cooperate for once in my life? Sincerely, Virgil.

Roman chuckled and placed the frozen bag gently against the bridge of his nose. “I suppose that’s fair. Would you give me the chance to make it up to you?”

Virgil’s already distressed brain short circuited because what the absolute flying fuck did that mean???

Roman stood there, tending to his face, body language and any discernable facial features unreadable. Something lodged in Virgil’s throat and he couldn’t quite swallow right. His overanalytical thoughts bounced around at the speed of AHHHH as he considered what ‘make it up to you’ meant in this context.

If Virgil’s life were a porno—no, do not go past Go, do not collect two hundred dollars. Do not finish that thought because honestly? This was real life, and knowing Virgil’s luck Roman was far more likely to beat him up. A nose for a nose, as it were.

“Virgil?” Roman called his attention, which only made Virgil lose more of his focus. Roman was waiting for a response to some offer that Virgil didn’t know what he would be agreeing or denying, so how was he supposed to answer? And whoa, were the walls closing in or what?

The door to Remy’s bedroom opened. He slunk out with all the grace of a foraging raccoon, wearing a black silk robe and hair curlers, obviously having just woken up. He took a moment too long to spot their neighbor standing in the kitchen.

Roman smiled pleasantly. “Hello—”

Remy screeched and dove back into his room, door slamming shut.

“. . . is he okay?” Roman asked Virgil.

“GURL!” Remy shouted from behind the door, and Virgil knew without a doubt that the accusing tone was addressed towards him. “I don’t even have my face on! Like give a warning!”

“Spoiler alert, Remy. We have company.”

“BITCH I KNOW!”

“Don’t worry about him,” Virgil told his neighbor. “He just came with the house.”

“Excuse me, ma’am, this is my house,” Remy said, popping his head back out for a moment, shades in place this time. “You’re the one who showed up sniffing around one day and I made the mistake of feeding.”

He slammed the door again.

“He’s not wrong.” Virgil shrugged.

“I see.” Roman nodded. He didn’t seem freaked out by the exchange, curious and amused if anything.

Truthfully, Virgil was still internally pulling his hair out in mortification over the last five minutes, but Remy’s interruption had offered a nice reprieve, enough for Virgil to take a breath and steel his nerves.

“What did you mean?” Virgil blurted before he could stop himself. Roman just looked at him, so he rambled on. “Earlier, before Remy—you were saying something?”

Roman brightened. He lowered the bag from his face to give Virgil an unobscured view of his hopeful expression. “Even when I caused you distress, you patched my wounds, and for that I am grateful. I’d like to make it up to you, if you’d allow me the honor?”

Why did he have to talk so weird? Why did he feel like he had to make up for anything in the first place? Why couldn’t Virgil stop fidgeting with his jacket sleeve again?

“Make it up how?” he asked.

“Dinner?” Roman asked, and the emo’s dead heart sputtered and said help me. “I’ve been told I’m an excellent cook. You could come over tomorrow night and we could get to know each other better. You could bring Remy along if you’d like.”

Would it be too dramatic to faint right now? Probably. If he had any cool points after today, he needed to stubbornly hold on to his consciousness. Throwing in the inclusion of his roommate aside, a devastatingly handsome man (who he had just punched) had asked him over for dinner. A dinner that he would cook. Of course he also knew how to cook on top of all his other attractive qualities.

…ya know on one hand, if what he got out of it was having a cute guy ask him over, maybe Virgil should punch people more often?

On the other hand, a cute guy was asking him over for dinner what was he supposed to say???

“Sure,” Virgil answered automatically.

WHY DID HE JUST SAY THAT?

“Wonderful!” Roman beamed at him. “I’m certain Logan and I will make it the best dinner you’ve ever had.”

Virgil was suddenly hit with the full force of remembering that Roman did not live alone.

He lived with Logan.

Logan, the evil vampiric elementary school teacher.

He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t—

FIX THIS!

“Sounds great,” Virgil said, grimacing while he imagined astral projecting outside of his body just so he could hit himself with a baseball bat. “What time am I going to die—I mean, what time should I come by?”

If Roman noticed the slip up, he didn’t comment. Just grinned all the wider. “Let’s say around six?”

“Cool.”

He had less than twenty-four hours to live.

But hey, at least he could have Remy die with him.

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To Cry

Chapter 14  Marinette being Marinette

This chapter can be found here on AO3

To start at the beginning, chapter 1 is here on AO3 or here on tumblr

Summary:  Marinette calls a truce and has a talk with Adrien.

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Marinette woke up extra early the next day after a wonderful night’s sleep after finishing redecorating her walls in her bedroom. She got ready for school humming to herself. She brushed her hair and noticed that it had grown longer. Either she needed to get a hair cut or consider wearing her hair differently.

Tikki woke up, shocked to find her chosen checking out a new style in the mirror. After their unusual and stress-free good morning to each other, Marinette asked Tikki if her pigtails would appear if she was wearing another hairstyle when she transformed.

Tikki smiled and told her, “if you want it to be like that, I could do it for you Marinette. You’re the one who chooses the suit after all.”

“Please do it then Tikki, I don’t want anyone to realize who I am just because I changed my hairstyle.”

Tikki giggled as Marinette brushed her hair back into a high pony tail, tying a slim and short pink scarf around it as an accent.

Marinette then took a look in the mirror and smiled.

“I love your new look.” Tikki praised.

“Thanks, Tikki, so do I. Now I’m going to go and make some macaroons for my class.”

Tikki cheered as Marinette headed down to the kitchen.

…

Finally, at school, Marinette was sitting at her desk with a soft smile on her face as she responded to a text from Luka, wishing her a good day back at school and good luck.

“Ooo,” Lila cooed as Marinette sent her message before she looked up to acknowledge her and then tucked away her phone. Thankfully, with Alya and Nino beside her, Lila would be on her best behavior. “Texting your fake boyfriend?” Lila teased.

Adrien walked in and glanced at the group talking before he took his seat, with a strange yet sad and dejected look on his face.

Marinette only smiled at Lila and shrugged as she answered her, “I don’t have a boyfriend Lila. The guy I was just texting, while coincidentally is a boy and my friend, he recently turned me down for the position to be honest. Not that that is anybody’s business.”

Alya gasped, “Gurl, you asked a guy out and you didn’t tell me?”

Marinette rolled her eyes, “if you hadn’t noticed I’ve been a bit out of it lately? It’s kind of guy related,” Marinette lifted her hand and made a so-so movement. Then she took a breath and sighed as she folded her arms and looked down at her lap, “but I don’t want to talk about it. He actually helped me realize that I need a break from all of that and not to rush into anything. I was following a fantasy before after all, but now I’m not anymore.”

“Really?” Lila smirked at her.

Marinette nodded and after a quick glance at Adrien, one that everyone but him noticed, before she looked away as she vaguely admitted, “let’s just say that I’m not sure if I know how to love properly right now and I’m trying to remember who I am because of that.”

Lila folded her arms and smirked as if she had won their little ‘war.’

Nino looked surprised as he totally got it.

Adrien looked at the ground feeling guilty, while Alya frowned as she told her, “gurl, I know something has been up with you lately, but come on Marinette, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.”

Marinette had a small grin on her face as she shook her head, “I’m not being hard on myself Alya, I’m facing reality and frankly, enough about me.” She waved her hand dismissively. “Let’s just say that I wanted to have a fresh start, so I brought macaroons to share. I made your favorite Alya and Nino!”

“Whoa Dudette, thanks!” Nino replied happily as Marinette opened the box and held it out to him as he picked out two orange ones. Alya frowned but nodded as she took two yellow ones. “I still want to talk to you about it later Gurl.”

“Later is good.” Marinette replied as she let Lila pick a macaron too, “you too Lila, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot.”

Alya smiled, “I’m proud of you gurl.” She praised her like Marinette had just apologized for whatever Lila had been saying that she had been doing to her of late.

Marinette shrugged as Lila schooled her expression and managed to reply, “well, thank you, I guess. Do these have nuts in them? Everyone here knows about it, but I’m highly allergic remember?”

(yes, the author wasn’t aware that typically macarons are made of almond flour in reality at the time of writing, but let’s pretend these aren’t.)

“Hmm, I did remember hearing something about that.” Marinette commented, not that Lila had mentioned it, “and although these don’t have any in them, there may be some cross contamination from the bakery.” Marinette frowned, “it’s a real pity but you shouldn’t eat one if you have allergies to anything Lila. You make a very good point, we just don’t have the set up to separate out things like that. I wouldn’t have been able to control it if I had tried. Maybe you could just give it to your Mom or something? I’m sure someone else would enjoy it since obviously you know better than to risk it, I’m sorry that you’ll have to miss out.” Marinette gave her a small smile as if she truly meant what she said.

“Yeah, I’ll think about that. Thanks.” Lila replied coldly before she walked up to her seat, putting the macaron in her bag, fully intending on eating it herself later.

Marinette smiled as she prepared herself as she turned around to speak to her former crush, “hey Adrien?”

Adrien looked up and turned around, startled that Marinette would even speak to him.

“Yes, Marinette?”

“Would you like a macaron? I made them this morning so they’re fresh. They’re lemon and orange.” She offered him the box. “I didn’t have time to make more than two flavors, and I haven’t made Alya’s or Nino’s favorites in a long time. Besides,” she laughed once lightly, “it’s tough getting the passion fruit ones just right and I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Um, no, I’m fine. Thank you.” Adrien answered sullenly as he took one of the orange ones. Then Marinette passed the box to Rose who had just come in.

“Thanks Marinette!” Rose said as she passed the box around to all of the other students with a grin.

“Yeah, they’re really good, thank you Marinette!” Nino added, his thanks being echoed by their other classmates.

Alya raised her eyebrow at Marinette wondering why she didn’t make Adrien’s favorite flavor instead and most of all, why wasn’t she stuttering? So, she asked her, “yeah, thanks. Um, Marinette? Is everything okay?”

Marinette nodded as she smiled at her distant friend, “it’s getting better, thanks for asking.”

Marinette then took a steadying breath and looked at Adrien and clearly said with a small smile before looking back at Alya and Nino, “I want to hear about you guys though, how have you been lately? Have you and Nino been on any good dates?”

Adrien seemed to register that something was different, but his soft smile never changed. Although one of his eyebrow’s seemed to raise, showing how strange it was for him to have Marinette address him so easily after avoiding him for the past few weeks.

Alya looked surprised too as Nino answered for them, “Dude, we went to the arcade this weekend, Lila babysat for us and there was this awesome new music game…”

Marinette nodded, Alya looked on in disbelief and followed along as Nino regaled them about this awesome new dance game until their teacher came in and called the class to order.

…

Adrien didn’t know why, but while Marinette seemed to be doing better, things between them still didn’t feel right. It felt wrong somehow as he felt an ache in his chest as he realized that while Marinette would look at him now, it wasn’t the same look that she had for him as before.

Which was why he pondered, this is good for our friendship right? I mean, she’s talking to me now, but, but that means that I don’t have to bring things up with her huh? I’m glad she’s doing better, but still, I don’t understand this feeling. It… it kind of hurts? Maybe? I wish I knew why.

…

After class was over and everyone was packing up to go to lunch, Marinette texted Adrien.

Marinette: Hey, can you spare a few minutes? I just wanted to tell you something.

Adrien turned around and nodded, certain that he was about to hear about her crush and he’d have to turn her down. He couldn’t help but dread it, but it had to be done. He nodded to himself as he thought, once we talk about it, it’ll be all over and we can just be friends again.

Finally, the rest of the class left the room, leaving them alone. “W-what do you need to tell me Marinette?” He asked casually as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he thought, like I already don’t know.

Marinette looked thoughtful but then nodded to herself. “Adrien, I’m going to be honest with you. I can’t take the high road anymore. It leads to an emotional cliff for me and I’m tired of throwing myself and my feelings off of it.”

Adrien eloquently responded with a raised eyebrow as he dropped his hand to his lap and only said, “huh?”

“I’m letting you know that I’m going to try to be nice to Lila this once and this once only. BUT, if she decides to lie to me or my friends after this and I can prove that she’s lying, then I will stand up and do so.”

“But… but I thought that we agreed…” Adrien began, but Marinette held up her hand to stop him from interrupting as she went on.

“Adrien, honestly, I don’t like who I’ve become or what has been happening here, I will not roll over and take this lying down. You know that day that you told me to take the high road?” Adrien nodded shocked that she had interrupted him and was now being so forward. “Well, that was the day that she threatened me that she’d take away all of my friends and I was almost akumatized.”

She WHAT?

Adrien looked shocked as she went on, “I didn’t tell you because I had trouble talking to you and I was giving her the benefit of the doubt like you had asked. Well, no more. She declared war on me that day and I doubt you’ve been blind to the fact that she has a tendency to make me look bad with every chance she gets.”

“Marinette, this isn’t like you...” Adrien began. Wait, Lila declared war on you?

“No Adrien. It’s not like you and I am not you. She won’t go after you since to her I’m only in her way, you on the other hand, you’re the key to her success.”

“What?”

Marinette rolled her eyes, “Adrien, let me explain this to you. I’m Marinette, I give the benefit of the doubt until I’m proven wrong and then I’m careful and I stand up and fight when I have to. Lila has proven to me that she isn’t going to change. I’m giving her one more chance because I haven’t been true to myself, so she just got her last free pass and I’m letting you know right now that that is how it’s going to be.” She stood up, “I’m not going to be walked over anymore, not for you or for anyone else.”

“F-for me?” Adrien looked confused.

“Yes, for you. I did as you asked and things have only grown worse around here. Have you noticed that no one asked me to come eat lunch with them? I know you’re used to it since you’re always picked up for lunch, but for me, that’s unusual and it kind of hurts. I held my tongue about Lila, and now even Alya doesn’t reach out to me much, if at all anymore. Unless it’s to ask me to do babysitting for her and Nino. She wasn’t like that before Lila came along.”

“Marinette, wait, Nino and Alya weren’t dating then either, right?”

“Yeah, but being asked to babysit once a week for free when I’m busy enough as it is isn’t fun, especially when Alya thinks I’m a terrible friend for saying I’m too busy and calls on Lila instead.” She took a breath and sighed, “it’s not that I don’t want to help Alya, but I get busy and when I do, I’ve been feeling guilty because Lila tells Alya that good friends come first.”

“Well, they do.”

Marinette looked off to the side, “look Adrien, sometimes other responsibilities come first and really, it’s Alya’s and Nino’s jobs to babysit their siblings, not their friends. They seem to have forgotten that.”

“But…”

“No buts, I’ll be discussing this later with Alya as well if she asks me again, because if I have anything else I need to get to, that comes first now. They don’t ask you to babysit do they?”

Adrien smiled uneasily as he laughed lightly, “of course not, I wouldn’t know what I’m doing and I’m always so busy.”

She pointed at him like he hit the nail on the head, “exactly!”

Marinette rolled her eyes as Adrien looked at her quizzically before asking, “what do you have to do that’s so important that you can’t put it off for your friends?”

“Adrien, that’s not the point. The point is that I’m being punished for Lila’s lies. Not being available to babysit for free at the drop of a hat does not make me a bad friend just because I can keep the kids alive and out of their hair isn’t fair. No matter what Lila says.”

“Okay, so I can see what you mean about her stepping on you sort of, um, why am I the key to her success?” Adrien asked even more perplexed, “is it because I’m a celebrity?”

“At least you figured that one out. If you weren’t you…”

He smirked a little, “if I weren’t me…”

She took a breath and explained, “if you weren’t Adrien Agreste, a handsome and rich model, the only heir of the wealthy and famous Gabriel Agreste, she wouldn’t be all over you at every chance she gets and trying to make it look like you are together.”

“What! We-we’re not together, I…”

“Like someone else. I know.” Marinette finished for him, somehow stopping herself from wincing, “but that doesn’t stop Lila from making it look like you’re secretly dating. You should ask Nino what she says about your relationship with her.”

Adrien shook his head, “Nino knows I wouldn’t date her!”

“Does he?” Marinette quirked her eyebrow at him, “you only mentioned this girl that you love to me once instead of telling everyone, probably because you are hiding her from your Father. I bet Nino knows just as much or less than I do. That means either she doesn’t return your feelings,” she looked away and muttered, “I can only imagine why, or…”

“But…”

“But nothing Adrien, it looks like you’re hiding a relationship with someone especially this girl that you like and since you haven’t named any names, it could very well be Lila.”

Adrien made a face and shook his head, clearly distressed, “I am not interested in Lila! She’s nothing like the girl that I like!”

She’s not Ladybug or… or an Everyday Ladybug like you. Wow, where did that thought come from?

“Adrien, I know that. You asked out Kagami of all people and if you liked her…” Marinette looked away briefly again, “I can’t see how you’d like Lila like that. They have nothing in common and I know you well enough for that now, I know that you know that Lila is a liar and I can’t see you being with someone like that.”

Adrien nodded and sighed, “thanks.” He looked away and added softly, “the girl I like, she… she’s not Kagami.”

“I kind of guessed that. Probably a girl you work with, right? Not that you have to give me a name or anything.”

“I can’t tell you her name, but you could say that we work together.”

“Alright.” Marinette sighed and rubbed her forehead briefly before she added, “look, I’m just tired of attracting akumas here Adrien.”

“Wait, you’ve attracted more than one?” He asked, shocked at the news.

Marinette rolled her eyes at his surprise, “I practically have Ladybug on speed dial because of it.”

“Wait. You know Ladybug?” He asked with astonishment on his face. “You have her number?”

Which made Adrien wonder, How could I be so lucky?