#I’m not tagging this as wreck it ralph YOU ARE NOT HER

[randomalistic]

Every new thing I learn about this movie makes it so much worse

[piastrinorris]

busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader

A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.

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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love™, fluff, some angst, swearing and mentions of adult themes throughout, eventual adult content, alcohol content, drug content, penbury is a fanon surname

Word count: 8.9k

A/N: Holy shit, look at this! One month to finish one chapter, and then I churn out another in 5 days. Who am I?!

Seriously, your response to last chapter blew me away. That's what got me writing so quick. That, and I can't bear our Ralphie being sad, lol. This is a very Ralph-centric chapter, so I hope you enjoy! <3

Also, this chapter introduces what may be my most favourite character yet. I can't wait to write more of her.

Set your alarm to a sound you like, they said. You’ll wake up in a better mood, they said. Guaranteed good start to the day, they said. You don’t even remember putting your phone on charge last night. You remember getting out of the taxi. You remember opening the door. You remember going up the stairs. You remember face-planting into the bed. But you don’t even remember getting your phone back out from where you’d put it.

Something doesn’t feel right about the bed, though. You roll over and notice there’s no other weight pressing down on the mattress. Turning yourself fully, you see that Ralph’s not in the bed with you. Neither are his pillows. His phone is charging on his nightstand, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

Until you see some movement out of the corner of your eye, and look down to see him asleep on the floor. He’s brought his pillows down with him, but he’s only got his coat to cover him. Leaning across the mattress, you reach down over the side of it to prod him. “Hey. Ralph. C’mon, get into bed.” He grunts, shaking his head around until his face is buried into the pillow. You tut and groan, “Fuck’s sake, I’m taking a shower and then going downstairs, so just… Stop being so bloody awkward and get some decent sleep, at least.”

Holding your head as you shake it, you clamber out of the bed and trundle your way into the bathroom. Poking at the remnants of last night’s face, you try and save as much of your skin’s condition as you can by taking a wipe to it before you get into the shower.

The shower takes far longer than usual, as if you’re not already running behind on your own schedule. As you watch the water run down your limbs, words echo in your head. Having you at my ankles 24/7 is fucking exhausting. Tell me the truth already, it’ll hurt less. For fuck’s sake, Ralph, I don’t want you gone! I’m just a -thing now. Tipping your head up, you let every stream of water punch you in the face, cleansing you of all the negativity that last night had left on you. 

Once you’re finally washed, dried and dressed, you don’t even bother checking if Ralph got into the bed before you go back downstairs. The friends that are awake so far greet you gingerly, and you groan, your face wincing. “Do you guys -”

“We’ve already agreed that we’re Switzerland here,” Connor interjects. “We don’t know your side. We barely know Ralph’s, he was a wreck.” You let out another small groan. “And it’s obviously very fresh so we won’t pry,” he holds his hands up.

“But, we are still here for the both of you, however you need us,” Scott nods.

You nod back, “’Preciate it, thanks. I was actually gonna ask if - I’ll happily take back anyone’s bags, to make room, but I was wondering if… Any of you had space, if you could… Take him home for me, I’d be super grateful.”

“He can come back with us,” Anna looks over at Scott and his partner, who both nod back.

“We’ll take care of him. Take the time you need,” Scott comforts you with a warm hug across the shoulders.

Once you hear one more person coming down the stairs, you feel your insides turn to lead in seconds. Grabbing some toast, you sneak your way through the ground floor rooms so that you can get back to the stairs without having to face him again.

Quickly filtering through the clothes in Ralph’s - your suitcase that he’s using, you can tell he’s gotten dressed for the day, so collecting his remainders and packing them, as well as your own, you get to loading up your car. Anna and the boys helpfully take their bags out, too, offering hugs and words of sympathy and gratitude.

“Ralph mentioned something about wanting to go somewhere before we leave, so we’ll probably be a bit late back, okay?” Anna tells you. “You gonna be alright?”

You nod, “I think it’ll do me good to have some me time.”

“I do, too. Just don’t get too angry and do something stupid, ’kay?” Anna makes you promise and gives you one final hug before you head out onto the road.

As you set your phone up to start playing music for the drive home, you notice the notifications on your lock screen:

Missed call (12)

Voicemail (9)

With a heavy sigh, you leave them on the screen, at least until you get to a service station. After filling the car up, getting some snacks and a drink for the journey, and getting back on the road, you finally bite the bullet and start playing the voicemails through your car’s speaker:

“How dare you run out on me?! You didn’t even give me a fighting chance to truly say my piece, I thought that very unfair of you. Need I remind you that all of this is extremely new to me, not to mention completely terrifying?! Life as I know it is gone, and I don’t know when I can go back. How can you not see that from my point of view?!”

“I was only looking out for you, you know. It wasn’t proper, the way he was around you. You didn’t see the way he was looking at you, like you were a piece of meat, it was vulgar. And especially while you were under the influence of alcohol, how advantageous for him! What with you being so far from home, I was simply intervening to make sure you were safe!”

“And what on earth made you think that I see you as a replacement for my own mother?! For one thing, Mother never even did any of her own cooking or cleaning. I thought you were a friend. Friends don’t leave their friends stranded in loud places that they don’t know, half a hundred miles away from another place they don’t even know anymore!”

“Don’t you even worry yourself any further. As soon as we get back to London, I’m making it priority number one to go and find that old man and demanding he take me back to my own time again. I don’t care that he told you that it was random, I’ll sleep under the bridge with him for however long is needed if that’s what it takes to get me back to my home. That’s what you want, and so that’s what I’ll do. If I’m going to be an unwanted presence, I may as well do it in a time and a place that I know, where I have enough money to my name that people will at least pretend to like me without ever telling me they don’t!”

“I’ve made a terrible mistake here. I was getting upset and so I went outside for some fresh air, and then I wanted to go home too, but I can’t do that without money and so I started walking in the direction that I thought was the sea, but now I fear I’ve gone too far. I’m going to turn back. I hope I haven’t accidentally made any turns that I’ve forgotten about. Oh, what a fool I am. Stupid, stupid, stupid Ralph. Why am I even on the phone, it’s not like you can help me now. Or that you’d want to.”

“I’ve given up on walking now, I’m just sitting on the edge of the path. People keep dropping coins next to me. Perhaps those can be a consolation fee to you. Or perhaps this is how I earn my keep after all. Everybody pity poor, pathetic Ralph. Not enough to stop his father going through his staff as if our home doubled as a brothel, not enough to save his mother from the heartbreak of Father’s death. Not enough for Victoria to ever even consider me more than the social title we both held together being who we are. Not even enough to keep the only person who ever cared about me to stay.”

“Oh blast, what have I done? I don’t want to lose you. I - Just because I had promised myself that I wouldn’t repea- Gah, don’t do it, Ralph, this isn’t the proper way, stupid -”

“I realise that last message left quite abruptly. Connor found me and took me back to the bar and now we’re waiting for a taxi but I went to the toilet first. And I felt that feeling again when you look at yourself in the mirror and suddenly everything feels all wobbly. And I think I’ve said some very bad things that I can’t remember. But I do know I’m still mad at you, as well. I didn’t want to say any of those things, but you can’t deny you’re not responsible for this fight, too. I hope you’re sleeping well.”

“We are home now. Well, not home home but we are back at the house. I went up to the bedroom but you were already in the middle of the bed, fast asleep. I shan’t wake you, and I suppose I should learn my place at some point. I took the liberty of taking your phone out and putting the charger into it. I couldn’t tell you why I’m still leaving you these messages, I suppose I just… I’m upset with you, but also I want to talk to you, because you know better than anyone how to make me happier again. And I want to talk about all of this, but also I don’t know if that is such a good idea or it’ll just keep dragging this out. But won’t it be worse if we never do? Mother and Father never talked their problems out - not that we’re - oh, I give up.”

You’re not sure how you feel. You want to cry. You want to scream. You want to shake Ralph by his shoulders, but you also want to hug him tightly and let that citrusy scent of his envelop you.

He’s right, though. You want to talk to him, but you also don’t. Because you know that the things you want to say, the things you could say to the Ralph you envision in your head, the real Ralph wouldn’t reply in the same way. He’d probably get defensive and you wouldn’t actually get anywhere because he’d get stubborn and you’d get upset. Or maybe he would hear you out. Maybe you’re just villainising him at the moment because of how fresh the wounds of last night are.

Even so, even if you do start to address every elephant in the room, how far do you allow that to unravel? Do you tell him the truth, that if you don’t spite him for his actions, you’ll only keep forgiving them if only because you can’t bear to think of life without him? Do you stand there and beg for him to never leave the 21st century, consequences be damned? Do you honestly believe your life is some kind of late-2000s rom-com movie?

The closer you get back to London, the more you dwell on certain parts of certain messages. Especially the part about Ralph deciding he’ll live the rest of his days in this era with Homeless Pete. Was he serious about that? You have most of his possessions either with you or back at the flat, but would he come back for them? Would there even be a point? No, you can’t imagine Ralph would last more than twenty minutes out there roughing it. 

But what if he doesn’t come back to you? What if one of your friends agrees to take him in, instead? You’re sure that your relationship with them wouldn’t change in the slightest, but you’re not certain that he would remain neutral. Would he feel too uncomfortable around you? Would there be a home amongst your friends’ that you would no longer be welcome in?

Maybe he is out of your life for good after this. Maybe he is just going to find somewhere else to live until the time machine lift fixes. Maybe going cold turkey is what you need. You were getting too ahead of yourself. And besides, even in a scenario where he really does have no choice but to return, it’s only a matter of time before all of this piles up again, and then you’re right back here. Is it worth putting yourself through this much turmoil time and again for something so fruitless?

But that insinuates that you’ve only ever been helping Ralph for your own ulterior motives. Ralph didn’t come to you seeking anything other than - well, he wasn’t seeking anything out, the poor guy just ended up here. But you happened to find him. And you took him in and gave him the roof over his head that he needed. You kept him fed and comfortable, is that not just something you’d do out of the kindness of your own heart? Is it really fair to turf him out because you can’t keep your feelings in check? Or is it fairer to cut him loose, and let him forge his own path with whomever he wants to, not just the first person he meets?

As you pull into the familiar busy streets of Croydon, you wonder just how far back Anna and the others are. Her last update, and Connor’s, all came at similar times, but where Connor was informing you all that he, Grace and her boyfriend were halfway there, Anna was texting to say they were just leaving Brighton.

Parking your car in its spot, you look up through your windscreen at the towering block of flats, resting your chin against your steering wheel. You know that everything’s just going to remind you of him in there, too. But where else could you go?

~~~

After one final trip to the beachfront, Ralph knew it was time to face the music. No hiding behind false smiles and fake words. Although, maybe he had ruined the chance at fixing things with words, even if they were true. Perhaps you’ll be truly sick of him. The way everyone always is.

Of course, nobody likes a self-pitiful fool. You’d made that abundantly clear last night. But what else is Ralph to do? It’s not wrong. He’s always been second fiddle. Never picked in classes, never favoured by his peers, never favoured by his parents, even the help were always far more charmed by Victoria than they were by him. And Ralph never understood why, he always tried to emulate his sister in every way, but that just wasn’t right, for some reason.

In the car, Anna suggests playing some songs that’ll make Ralph feel better. He agrees, and it does lift his spirits as he hears the familiar voice of his now-favourite singer, but the lyrics bring his mood straight back down again. He frowns, “I thought you said these songs would cheer me up.”

“I said they’d make you feel better,” Anna corrects. “Sometimes when you’re feeling sad, it’s better to just… I dunno, let someone else talk about how you’re feeling. Makes you feel less alone in it all. It’s cathartic.”

And so Ralph spends most of the car journey back in relative silence, forehead pressed against the cool glass of the car window as he argues with himself. What the devil is he supposed to do now?

Yes, he may have told you in the heat of the moment that he'd rather live with that awful man, and yes, in theory that does sound like the perfect solution - it gives you the closure from Ralph that you apparently want, as well as giving him direct access to the only person who can help… put him back. Those words pierce him, etching deeper into his brain every time he thinks them.

But, in reality? Ralph tries to remember the area that you’d taken him to when you’d first talked to that homeless man about how he’d ended up here. He remembers dirty people, dirty mattresses with little to no springs. No place for a Penbury, that’s for sure. Though is Ralph even one at this point?

What does he expect to happen when he goes back in time, back to Penbury House? You’d always encouraged him to tell Victoria to “shove it”, but how well would that be taken? Surely she’d just tell him the same thing and turf him out? She’d have more reason to, it’s been her place of residence and she’d surely have the other four on her side.

And did he want to win Lauren back? DId he want to come back with a bravado that she’d find attractive? Did he really want her to find him attractive anymore? Yes, he’d been drawn to her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, but she certainly made her intentions with him - or lack thereof - very well-known. Ralph looks in the mirror at Scott and his partner in the back seat, both chatting away as they hold hands. Lauren would never love Ralph like that. 

Scott’s reflection catches Ralph’s eye and raises his eyebrows in slight concern. Ralph simply nods with a small smile. He looks over at Anna, who’s singing along with the song that’s currently playing. She notices his gaze and briefly meets it, gesturing encouragingly as her singing becomes more deliberate. Though Ralph has yet to master lyrics to the songs he now likes, his smile does grow a little bigger as he moves his head from side to side in rhythm with the song. Anna, in turn, beams back at him before focusing on the road once again.

This is the sort of love Ralph always dreamt of having someday. Of course, there’s still more that he’d love to have. He’d love someone to wake up to every morning, to embrace and to kiss and to devote every waking moment to. Oh blast, this is his internal monologue, he can say it; he’d love to wake up to you every morning, to embrace you and to kiss you and to devote every waking moment to you. 

But this sort of love is just as important. Friends who check up on him, and who cheer him up. He’ll miss that once he’s back in his own era. Not that he’d be able to keep it up for much longer if he were to stick around. Your friends are loyal creatures, and you’ve known them for far longer. It would only hurt anyway if he were to stay and they were to pick you.

Though, who’s to say that they would? The words you’d told him days ago echo in his mind. If Ralph wants to be their friend, he has to believe that they want to be his friend, too. And they’ve only ever made him feel like he was part of the group, from the day they met him. Perhaps they’d be willing to remain in contact with Ralph even if you didn’t want to. But wouldn’t that split the group up? Or has Ralph been underestimating you, as a part of the friend group as well, and perhaps you would still remain friends with him after all of this. But could he face you after the things that were said?

And how would he explain himself? You’ve obviously got it in your head that Ralph only intervenes because he wants attention. Does he explain that he wants so much more than that? That he wants a whole life with you? What would be the point in disclosing that now, when obviously Ralph’s destiny would doom any sort of relationship between you. If he knew how long he had, perhaps he could simply keep those thoughts where they already remain, in his imagination. For the sake of the group, and for the sake of just getting to spend as much time around you as possible.

Is that self-destructive of Ralph? Maybe. But if he’s on borrowed time, what’s the use in wasting it? Doesn’t he deserve these fleeting moments of happiness, too? Even if he knows they’ll only end in disaster for him, it’s not as though he’s got a lot going for him, anyway

Before Ralph knows it, he’s starting to recognise certain streets. And then Anna’s stopping outside your block of flats. Ralph gets out, with gracious nods of thanks and grateful smiles to everyone in the car, and waves them off as they drive away. He looks up to the ninth floor windows, eyes squinting with the brightly lit clouds that overcast the late November sky.

Ralph takes a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth. He squares his shoulders up. His eyes still trained on the window he knows is yours, he once again inhales deeply, holds it for a second… And promptly turns on his heel and power-walks down the street.

He’s not sure where he’s going, wherever his legs take him, he supposes. He rounds a corner and is suddenly met by a very familiar face. “Ah! Mister… P-Peter, wasn’t it?” The man grunts and waves his hand from side to side. “You’re the one that brought me here, aren’t you?” The man studies Ralph’s face intently for a moment and then realisation dawns. He clicks his fingers as his eyes widen and he nods, and then before he can react, Homeless Pete grabs Ralph by the arm and leads him back to the building Ralph first emerged from almost 3 months ago.

Ralph looks through the open doors, to the carpeted floors that look unchanged from when he last walked them. The lift doors stare back at him ominously. “Are - are you bringing me here because… Is it time?” Despite the inevitability of this moment, a tidal wave of sadness crashes over Ralph. This is it. The man shrugs and nods. 

Ralph looks at him with sorrowful eyes, “Do you think I have time to say my goodbyes, at least?” Another shrug and a wrinkle of the nose bridge. Ralph is perplexed. “Well, how long have I got?” A shrug, a gesture to himself, a gesture to the lift. Until Mr Peter goes in himself, Ralph deduces. 

He ponders for a moment. “Do you - what would happen, would you say, if I were to… To not go back? Would it affect… You know?” Ralph gesticulates wildly around himself. With a fleeting amused smile, Homeless Pete shakes his head. He gestures to himself, then out to the left. Back to himself, and then out to the right. Another shrug. 

As Ralph’s trying to figure it out, Pete then taps his arm, holds up 4 fingers and looks at Ralph expectantly. He then points to the ground, and holds up the four fingers again. “Oh! Do you mean the four that travelled to us? L-Lauren and the rest?” The name still catches in his throat. Pete nods. He looks all around, in all directions. He shrugs at Ralph. “Do you think life is no different with them staying where they are?” Pete shakes his head.

Ralph could practically feel his brain doing somersaults trying to understand it all. So, perhaps there is a chance for him to stay, after all? But how on earth would that be feasible? He can't do anything that requires legal documentation - he could never get a job, or buy a house, or see a doctor, or travel the world, or get married. What if he became horrifically unwell? Which is the worse fate, to die a slow and physically painful death amongst friends, or a slow and emotionally painful death from a broken heart, all alone?

Even that rides upon the illusion that you and your friends would remain with Ralph until the end of his days. What if you never take him back? What if you do, but the cycle repeats itself until you leave him hung out to dry? While his lady friends are all good company, none of those are exactly chomping at the bit to talk to him. He’s usually the one that starts conversations with them. How could he expect any of them to put him up forevermore? He’d have to disclose the true nature of his existence to them eventually, and what if they took it poorly?

“Could I… Have some time to mull this over, please?” Ralph eventually asks. A grunt. Four fingers up. A point to the ground. “You would like to reconvene at 4pm?” A nod. “Very well, I shall return by 4pm promptly.”

Ralph turns away and starts walking in whatever direction he’s stopped at. He keeps walking, hoping to outrun the swarm of conflicting thoughts trying to consume his head, until he hits the high street. At the end of it, another familiar building. Far older than the rest. With a big black sign hanging off of the side wall that has a big white W on it.

Ralph approaches the bookstore as though his legs are moving him there automatically, completely independently from his own volition. He stops himself as he gets close, though - letting someone pass breaks him out of his trance. Watching so many people going in and out of his front door. He recognises a dark plaque by the side of it - it’s much too far away for Ralph to read it, but he doesn’t need to. He knows what it says by heart. Penbury House, est. 1898. It was a wedding present from Ralph’s maternal grandparents so that his parents may start a family. Oh, how his mother’s family loved that she were married to Lord Penbury. She was no lowly peasant herself, of course, but a Lord, no less!

Ralph always resented inheriting that title. It made him just like his father. And it was his father’s penchant for… Whatever he was doing with that young woman, that led to his untimely demise. A real stain on the Penbury name. If not for the twins turning their reputation around to being total carefree socialites, with free rein of a mansion, complete with the family wealth, and no parental guidance, they surely would have had no leg to stand on.

Taking another deep breath, Ralph marches past the old oak doors and into what was once his hallway. Cash registers adorn the hallway, along with a Customer Service desk right up at the front. Ralph approaches it and asks meekly, “Excuse me, do you know much of the history of this building?”

“Uhh, I know some super rich family owned it until the daughter blew all their money and it was repo’ed. Someone made it into a bookstore and then, big capitalism over here,” they gesture wildly with their arms, “Waterstone’s bought it out. As far as I know, they obviously didn’t keep any of the furniture but all of the walls and floors and that are restored as best they can be.”

Of course Victoria wasted all their family’s fortune away. With the help of those four, no doubt. Ralph wonders whether that means he really is needed back in his own era. To keep her from ruining the Penbury name. With a small nod of thanks to the staff member, he slowly starts to walk around the hallowed halls.

The dining area, filled with aisles of jigsaw puzzles and card games, like the ones he was playing with your friends over the past week. What a strangely apt crossover of Ralph’s two worlds, he thinks to himself. In the next room, there are craft supplies and children’s games all around it. Children run laps around their parents. What a strange sight to behold in a kitchen, though now it looks as though there was never a stove in it. The living area is absolutely chock-full of books. Piles and piles. “Best Selling”. “New In Stock”. “Booktok Finds”, whatever that means. There’s a couple on a book cover in a display titled “Modern Romance” who look a lot like a cartoon version of Scott and his partner. If he could, Ralph would have liked to buy them it.

He thinks back to the ukulele that Connor had bought him. Although he’d had no means of paying him back, Ralph had tried to insist on paying Connor back in some way, but he’d shrugged him off, insisting that it was “fine” and “’s just what mates do, innit?” No matter how much he racks his brain, Ralph can’t remember a time when anyone ever bought him a gift. On his birthday, he’d get presents for little boys, but not necessarily for Ralph. Footballs and train sets and toy soldiers. He had far more fun on Victoria’s rocking horse, or even games as simple as a hoop and stick, though running through the house with them always ended with harsh words and a harsher reception from his father’s cane.

The door leading out to the garage has a sign on it that says [Staff Only]. Clerks would walk in empty-handed and come out again with arms full. He assumes that’s where the inventory is kept.

He notices that there are people running up and down the stairs, and asks the very helpful clerk at the front if it’s okay to go up there. They tell him it is, and explain that there is a cordoned off area for staff only, but that there are plenty more books to be found, as well as some toilets if that’s what he’s looking for. He assures them that it isn’t, but he thanks them again regardless. 

Victoria’s quarters are now the staff quarters. The bathroom… Still serves some of its purposes. The master bedroom and his father’s office are all also filled with bookshelves. It almost feels like an invasion of privacy, seeing all these people walk through rooms that even Ralph and Victoria were forbidden from, back in the day.

Which leaves one more room. Taking a moment to compose himself, he steps into what used to be his bedroom and is met with the most amazing smells. Sounds of china clinking against itself as cups find saucers. The gentle chatter of people sitting in what appears to be a small cafe. So many people in his space. Nothing to suggest it was ever the room he grew up in.

He’s stood by a counter, looking around while lost in thought, when the barista behind the counter gets his attention. “Everything okay, sir? Would you like anything?”

Ralph coughs out, “Oh, please, I’m no sir. Um, it’s fine, I haven’t… Brought any money with me or anything. Just here to look around.”

Nodding slowly while frowning, the barista steps away for a moment before returning and sliding a full cup of saucer his way. “Oh, no!” they say in a very deliberate tone. “I seem to have made this all wrong for one of my customers, and I would hate to waste it! Would you mind taking it off my hands, so my boss doesn’t see?”

Ralph looks perplexed. “But I just saw you - and how could you possibly go wrong with tea, you’ve not put any milk in yet or -”

They wave him off. “You look like you need it. Call it my good deed for the day. What milk should I “accidentally” put in?” They make air quotes with their fingers, which makes Ralph chuckle. 

He tells them which milk he’d prefer and they add it to his liking - “accidentally,” Ralph repeats the motions back to the barista who smiles back. “Should I tell others of your good deed, or do you wish for it to remain unknown?”

They grin widely. “Maybe no photos, but you can subtweet me if you like.”

Ralph frowns. “What’s a sub-tweet?”

“You can tweet about it without mentioning any specifics about me,” they explain. “Big fan, by the way.”

Ralph looks elated, but then his face falls. “Would - Are you going to ask me for a photo?”

“Oh god, no, I don’t think either of us are prepared for that! This chat’s been more than enough for me,” they smile at him once more before serving the next customer.

Ralph takes the cup with a warmth in his heart as he finds a free table that, once he’s sat at, is in the exact same placement as though he were sat at his own bed. He rubs his thumb back and forth across the rim of the cup, replaying that little conversation over and over. Being shown such a genuine act of kindness, with the person getting absolutely no personal gain from it, and within the walls of his own home, as well - sure, the people who wanted photos was flattering enough, but for once, someone just wanted to connect with Ralph. To validate that they didn’t think him an annoyance.

That gets him thinking yet again. About all of the times in this building he’s heard, “Not now, Ralph!” “For crying out loud, boy, will you stop?!” “Ugh, what is it now, hm?!” And about how he hasn’t heard a single utterance of any of those phrases since living with you. 

Maybe it was never Ralph that was annoying - you never made him feel that way, even at the beach when he was trying to help you find your rock. Every time Ralph tried to help, you were never unkind. Even when he would get too excited and hand you one that he’d already done before, you telling him, “You’ve already shown me that one!” was accompanied with laughter. What a sweet sound that was. Ralph misses it so. Even when the day’s excursion was unsuccessful because he got distracted playing with a child, you were completely unperturbed by it.

Maybe Ralph isn’t annoying. Maybe you were just the first selfless person out there who had the patience for him. Maybe…

Ralph shoves his hands into his coat pockets and feels around. He feels something large and leaves it be, and then feels something long and smooth. He takes out the photo reel of the two of you and looks at each photo. He’d have never been allowed to pose for any of the Penbury family portraits like this. Not even the soft smiles in the top one. The smile that looks so good on you. How could Ralph ever want to do anything other than make you feel like that all of the time?

As he sips his tea, his thumb absent-mindedly rubs over the bottom photo. Ralph couldn’t believe his luck, to feel your lips on his face. Of course, he had plenty more from the rest of your friends, but it wasn’t the same. How lucky Ralph was on that day. How happy the two of you were. He’d do anything to make sure you were that happy, again.

Anything.

He pockets the photos carefully, before finishing his tea in one big gulp, thanking the barista silently but profusely, and making his way out of Penbury House once more.

He wasn’t exactly expecting Homeless Pete to be waiting outside of the building the whole time, and so it’s a rather charming surprise to see him there still. Ralph stays back for a few moments, figuring out what his next words will be to Pete, since they’ll likely be the last he addresses them with. Once he’s decided, after several minutes of deliberating, he takes a deep breath and strides up to the other man.

“Mister Peter, after thinking long and hard about this, I have decided I wish to stay. I just feel as though I still have -”

Homeless Pete cuts him off with a grunt before turning around and shuffling into the building. Ralph frowns at the sight of the back of him. He was so looking forward to getting certain things off of his chest, and it was such a big decision to make, now it all feels rather anticlimactic. It’s rather underwhelming, if he’s being honest.

Turning back and walking down the high street, he sees what appears to be a costume store of sorts. There’s a suit jacket that Ralph rather likes the look of, but it’s paired with the most hideous colour combination. Looking around at the rest of the window display, he recognises the style of tasselled dress on the second mannequin with great familiarity, though something puzzles him about the display. There’s a board on it that specifically states, “Party like it’s 1922”, but these colours were not in season at all! What an amateur display of affairs. The only thing that remains true to that year are the trousers of the suit, but again, the top half is all wrong.

Ralph does spot something on the rack behind that looks like it would go well, though. And he’s strangely taking this display very personally. Once again working on autopilot, he marches into the store and promptly starts stripping down the suited mannequin. Finding a more appropriate shirt and tie to go along with the outfit he’s designing in his head, he starts muttering nonsensically to himself under his breath. 

He doesn’t notice the store clerk, who’s been watching him with amazed confusion at the sheer audacity of his actions, creeping up to him until they ask, “Sir? Can I help you?”

“Oh, heavens!” Ralph yelps before letting a laugh bubble out from his lips. “Made me jump. No, thank you, I’m perfectly fine as I am!”

“…Right.” They slowly back away into a back room, out of Ralph’s perception. Not that he was watching, anyway, he’s on the lookout for a dress that complements his new suit layout far better.

Just as he’s pulling the dress over the mannequin’s head - blindly, as he has his head turned away from it and his eyes squeezed shut, for good measure - an older woman with a kindly face approaches him. “Hello there, love. Did my employee’s window display offend you, by any chance?” she asks in a Cockney accent.

“Oh!” Another yelp causes him to jump up on the spot. “You’re a sneaky pair, aren’t you! Yes, I’m terribly sorry, it’s awfully rude of me, but you see… The colour palette was all too wrong for the year 1922 anyway, and even then, nothing really complemented each other. I just thought this looked more cohesive, and… Honestly, I’ve no idea what came over me, the more I stand here the more of an utter fool I feel for being so inappropriate, I truly hope you can forgive me but I understand if you can’t, I shall leave immediately,” he hangs his head as he rambles, but the woman pats his arm.

“Chatty li’ul thing, int’cha?” She grins. “Name’s Florence, but don’t call me that, everyone calls me Babs. Always have since I were a kid.” She provides no further context, which Ralph tries not to dwell on as she continues, “Look, ’ere’s the fing, I ain’t the spring chicken I used to be, and I’ve been lookin’ for a fresh pair o’ hands. You seem to have an eye for this sorta fing. Fancy a job ’ere?”

Ralph’s eyes widen. “Oh, I, um, I can’t - I’m not… resgistered with any… Banks, you see,” he scrambles to think of a decent excuse, his eyes squeezing shut and his fingers curling in and stretching out.

Babs, however, screeches out a cackle. “Oh, ain’t you a - ’ere, in’t he a crack-up?” She asks the person behind the counter, who nods without looking up, with the air of someone very used to Babs’ personality. “You and me, darlin’, we’re one and the same. I don’t trust them toffs at the bank, neither! They want my money, they can prise it out me cold, dead hands! That’s why I pay cash in hand, sweed’art, all I ask is you show up a few days a week and I’ll pay ya for ’em. How’s that sound?”

A job with no ties to needing any sort of administration? Sounds too good to be true. But Ralph doesn’t care in this moment. “Oh, Ms. Babs, this really does solve such a gaping issue for me, you have no idea how indebted I am, thank you so very much,” he gushes as he shakes her hand enthusiastically.

She laughs, “Calm it, Kermit, I’ve already ’ad an ’ip replaced, I’d like to keep both me ’ands if I can ’elp it!” Ralph lets go as though she’s electrocuted him, which only makes her laugh more. “Go on, away wiv ya. See ya Monday, 9 sharp! We’ll talk shop more then. And you can drop that Ms malarkey, an’ all!”

Ralph smiles and bows at her, then at the other clerk, then at Babs again, who waves him away with a warm smile. Turning on his heel, Ralph’s filled with a confidence he’s never felt before as he strides back down the high street. Perhaps he could do it all. Perhaps he could even tell you how he truly feels about you.

Or, once the tower block comes into view, he could freeze up entirely at the thought. How presumptuous of him, to assume you’d reciprocate. Ralph would be lucky if you were to talk to him again after last night’s display. And what would he even say to you? Is it worth all of the mental energy to plan a whole monologue in advance, or would you simply repeat the other man’s actions, and slam the door in his face before he got the chance to say his piece?

Taking a deep breath in, squaring his shoulders and balling his fists up, he finally marches his way into the building, pressing the call button for the lift with such force that the arrow imprints in the pad of his thumb. As he’s waiting for it to come down, a familiar sound from behind him surprises him, as he turns to face whoever caused it.

~~~

Once you’re in your flat, wrestling both your bag and the suitcase into the lift with you and practically juggling them as you try to unlock your door, you take Ralph’s stuff and quickly throw it all into the bedroom, shutting the door and metaphorically shutting everything to do with Ralph in there. Except this had been his home for the last 3 months, so everything everywhere reminds you of him. Shaking your head, you go to your bag, throw everything that isn’t clothing out of it and take it out to the launderette with you. Keep out of the house, keep busy. Just until your mind stops swimming.

You watch your clothes spin around in the soapy water and wish you could do the same to your brain. What do you do with Ralph? Do you forgive him? Do you not? Do you seek his forgiveness? What if he doesn’t forgive you? 

You’re still very sure that your anger was valid. But perhaps not all of it was justified. You’ve been putting an awful lot of emotional weight on the idea of Ralph. Imagining him as the perfect boyfriend, and then trying to see the worst in him to combat those feelings. That doesn’t sound like someone with a winning argument in the real world.

Something about not having the security of having Ralph safe at home has you feeling a sense of numbness. Time passes without you even noticing. You’re not doing anything to help it along. Just sitting, staring, pondering.

Once you’re back home, you check the time and frown. Based on the time Anna said she was leaving, she should have been back well before now. You text:

Panicking, you then text the group:

Pacing the flat, your mind races more than ever. What if he’s hurt? Or worse? Or what if H.P’s found him because the time machine’s finally working now? What if he’s just walking the streets because he doesn’t want to return home? What if he really is living with the vagrants? What if he’s just doing all of this to make you panic over him? Truly, anything’s possible. Truly. He’s even in your head, now.

You look out through your window, uselessly from this high up. You know your friends said that you should stay at the flat, and it makes sense, in case he does come back. But what if he doesn’t? What if he’s lost? What if you need to be out there?

No. You’re useless to him and to your friends if your mind’s frazzled. You try asking your Echo if it can play you some music before remembering that a certain someone rendered it useless to you. You try and flick through your TV options but none of them are a worthy distraction.

After some frantic cleaning, you swear you’re starting to hear voices. Who else would be talking out in the hallway? Could it be? But who would he be talking to?

You press your ear to the door and pure relief washes over you as you hear the sweet, familiar tone of a man born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Running to grab your phone, you hurriedly text them to call off the search before swinging the door open.

“- dunno how the fuck she even got out, let alone all the way down there."

"Must have been the stairs, though it would be rather humorous if she learned how to operate the lift all by herself, wouldn't it?" Ralph chortles. Fuck, you've missed the sound of his laugh, and it's only been a day.

"Alright, look who's here!" Your neighbour cheers as they see you. They're standing in their open doorway, while Ralph is in the hall cradling Cheese the cat. Quickly, while his eyes haven't met yours yet, you snap a picture of Ralph holding his feline friend to send as a quick update to the group.

When Ralph looks around to see you, his eyes immediately fill with delight, then remorse, then excitement, then dejection, finally settling on looking at you with intent to gauge your reaction. Your neighbour, oblivious, continues, "Literally, mate, I owe you so much for finding her. Name your price."

"Oh, nonsense, just knowing she's safe and home is reward enough for me," Ralph scratches her just beneath her jaw as he rocks her like a baby, to which she purrs loud enough for even you to hear. The same cat who you'd had to being out of hiding before by standing in the doorway and throwing ham into your neighbour's flat until she came out to eat it.

"Well, if you think of anything, you let me know. I just hope nobody told the big man that they saw a cat walking around when we're not meant to have them," your neighbour grimaces.

"Ahh, if I catch wind of any grasses, I'll sort them out," you smirk before turning to Ralph again. "Ready to go?"

Ralph's big doe eyes bore into yours as he nods, gently putting the cat down and then quickly making his way back into your flat.

"He's a good'un really, isn't he?" Your neighbour simpers.

Watching him go, your wistful smile remains even as you look back at your neighbour. "Yeah. Remember what I told you when you first met him? Harmless."

"Yeah, yeah. You would think that," they smile knowingly. Narrowing your eyes, confused, you simply wave them off and go back through your door

Ralph seems to have shut himself in your room. You feel as though he's probably got a reason why he wants to avoid you, and there's many a thing you don't want to hear from him, either. But you've felt a fraction of what it would be like to lose him and that alone was torturous. Every time you felt bad all day, you only wanted to talk to Ralph. Now that you finally have the opportunity to, you're not going to waste it. Just remember to rein it in.

You knock on the door. You step back. He opens it. You exchange similar looks of curiosity, but something about him being here and in front of you overpowers you and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in to hug him tightly. His arms snake around your sides, and you feel his hands splay out against your back and press into it. It’s a hug that says it all. It apologises and it forgives, a crossover of exchanges between you. He smells like coffee shops and second-hand smoke, but the familiar scent of Ralph still remains as you bury your face into him.

When he pulls away from you, it’s to hold you at arm’s length with a gleeful glint in his eye. “I’ve got some news for you.”

Your heart sinks. Surely, anything that’s good for him that’s happened over the course of today can’t be good for you. But you wouldn’t be a good friend if you weren’t supportive. So you put on a smile and ask, “Oh, yeah?”

“I’ve got a job!” he singsongs, skipping on the spot. You look at him incredulously, and he explains. “It’s a bespoke costume store, run by this… Rather eccentric character, and it pays cash in hand! So I can earn some money and pay you back!”

You rub your face. “Look, Ralph, when I said those things -”

“That was a justified cause for concern, and I wish to rectify it. I, myself, said things that I did mean and things that I didn’t. But I don’t think it’ll do us good to talk about that too much.”

“I don’t either,” you smile back. “I’m glad you’ve found something to keep you occupied. Though, what about when… You know… Lift’s back in service?”

Ralph pauses. Does he tell you that he's willing to take the risk and stay as long as he can? Would you trust Homeless Pete as a reliable source or would you assume Ralph was stupid for doing so? He feels far too fragile to have another argument. And so he simply shrugs, "Then I shall have to do some awful things very quickly to ensure I'd never be welcomed!"

You laugh loudly, "Ralph!" and he grins back at you.

"Oh, and before I take this coat off…" he starts, shoving his fists into his pockets.

"Ah, yeah, we can put that reel on the fridge!” You grin, but Ralph shakes his head.

“Well, yes, but also… Um, well, I had noticed that due to my incessant bothering, you’d, um, forgotten to actually pick out a stone from the beach,” Ralph starts.

You interrupt him with a groan, slapping your forehead with the heel of your hand. “Oh my god, I forgot my cool rock this year!”

“W-well, I went back earlier this morning - goodness, was it only this morning?” Ralph asks under his breath. “Anyway, um, I know this is… Probably… A very easy shape to mistake a rock to be, but I didn’t remember seeing it on the shelf and so…” You look down, and in the palm of Ralph’s hand sits a stone that’s in a near-perfect heart shape.

“Oh, Ralphie,” you gush, pressing your hand to your chest. Even after everything last night, he still went out of his way to find that for you. If he hadn’t clarified that it was merely an easy shape to find, you’d have questioned the nature of it specifically, but he had, so there’s no need to look deeper into it. You have your answer.

“Well, I just thought even though it might not have been worthy enough for you to have picked, you still get to keep your tradition this year,” he explains hurriedly. “I know it’s just a circle with a dent in it, but -”

“But it came from you, and it’s unique to the shelf, so it’s absolutely living there,” you insist, pushing his fingers to curl up around the smooth stone and holding his hand there for a few beats. Not wanting to linger too long, you snap back and clear your throat. “Why not put it on there, I’ll order us a takeaway, and we’ll find something trashy to put on, yeah?” Ralph nods meekly and you practically float over to the sofa, you’re that happy to just have your Ralph back, for however long that may be.

“Oh, hey, good news and bad-ish news on your front,” you shout to him in the other room. “Good news is, everyone seems to be over making their icons the photo of you flapping about microwaving the egg!”

He frowns as he pops back into view. “And the bad?”

You show him the sea of icons, all Ralph, all wearing a polo shirt, all stood behind the painting that hangs on the back wall, all with a rose in his mouth. “I think they’ve found your Tinder.”

Ralph groans as he approaches the sofa to sit down next to you, and you rest your head on his shoulder comfortingly. You don't feel the need to move it as you pick out a movie you think Ralph will like. "Here, this one's good," you point out. "It's another musical, you like those."

"I do!" Ralph lilts excitedly. "What's it all about?"

"Okay, so in the seventies, there was this insanely popular group of singers called ABBA..."

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[circusgoth-dotcom]

Crushes

Ship: Minos the Bull x Fix-it Felix Jr.

Word Count: 906

Summary: Minos struggles with his feelings and ends up talking with Felix about it. Also first fic in the Wreck It Ralph universe! Playing with the timeline a little bit, the events of the movie haven't quite started in this fic but Felix mentions he met Calhoun very briefly. CWs for themes of anxiety and insecurity, implied past relationship issues, food mentions.

Tag List: @canongf @sportakisser @cherry-bomb-ships

Minos felt a gentle shake on their arm and raised their head exhaustedly.

“Hey, the arcade opens in two hours. You ought to get back to your game,” Tapper suggested with a sympathetic look. They rubbed the space between their eyes.

“Ah geez… my tab…”

“You can pay it another time. I’d hit the showers before you do much else, though.”

They briefly pressed the backs of their hooves against their eyes before standing, swaying slightly and grabbing the bar for support. “Good advice…” They smelled strongly of the sticky sasparilla Tapper peddled. Things hadn’t been this bad since Turbo, and by Zeus’ bolts, Minos wanted to avoid going back to that as thoroughly as he could. So he denied himself. The bright lights of Game Central Station made Minos blink painfully as he stumbled toward his game, quickly tripping over someone underfoot.

“Sorry,” he grunted, steadying himself.

“No, no, it was my fault… oh! Minos!” A familiar voice put them on edge. The short and lovable visage of Fix-it Felix Jr. stood before him. “My gosh, how long has it been?”

“Howdy, Felix,” Minos avoided eye contact. “Arcade opens soon. Shouldn’t dillydally…”

Felix peered at him curiously, his brows slanted in concern. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Well, if you’re in a hurry, I won’t keep you. But we should catch up! I heard Chef Pepper has been working on veggie burgers over at BurgerTime…”

Minos regarded him anxiously. He knew he had to give an answer. “Sure. Tonight?”

“Sounds great! I’ll see you after closing!” Felix happily pranced off and Minos exhaled shakily. They reached their game as their coworkers were preparing for the day ahead and showered until the last minute. Despite his poor sleep and a night of drinking, Minos managed to keep his composure for the players. The end of the day came far too quickly.

Felix was waiting for him outside of the entrance to BurgerTime and waved excitedly as he approached. “I’m so glad you agreed, I feel like I haven’t seen you in years!”

Minos laughed awkwardly. “It wouldn’t surprise me if you hadn’t. I don’t… get around as much anymore.”

They entered the sandwich-stacking game and put in their orders before sitting at an off-screen table.

“How have you been?” Felix words were sincere and low so as not to attract eavesdroppers.

“Nothing’s the same,” Minos admitted. “I’ve been… keeping on.” They rubbed their eyes. “... Truth be told, something’s come up.”

“I don’t mean to be intrusive, but is it something I can help with? I mean, they don’t call me ‘Fix-it’ for nothing…” He smiled, finding his own jab just a bit too corny. Two large veggie burgers were plopped down on the table, briefly startling Minos. He cleared his throat and straightened up.

“You know Hero’s Duty? One of the newer games.”

Felix’s eyes lit up as he took a bite of his burger. He chewed and swallowed quickly. “I do! I even met the sergeant, briefly.” His cheeks began to heat up just mentioning her. Minos’ own heart skipped a beat, then ached at Felix’s expression.

“You have?”

“Again, briefly. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but might I say, these high-definition games…” He then sighed forcefully through his lips, shaking his head. “But never mind that, what does Hero’s Duty have to do with your predicament?”

“You see, that’s just the thing…” Minos took a slow bite of his burger. “Sgt. Calhoun. I see her around Game Central Station and I just…” He buried his face in his hooves. “Clearly you have an upper hand with her, so I just shouldn’t bother. Like I have been.”

“What do you…?” Then Felix gasped in realisation. “You too??”

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Minos bemoaned after a beat of embarrassed silence. “She’s gorgeous and she’s not for me.”

“Now you don’t know that…” Felix hesitantly reached to pull Minos’ hooves away from their face. Suddenly many revelations were coursing through him at once. One hoof dropped away and into Felix’s hand, but the other remained firmly placed over their left eye, physically shielding themselves from their feelings.

“Even if she gave me a chance she’d just bring out the worst in me. Don’t try and tell me that’s not true, I’ve only ever had feelings like this for one person and you know how that turned out!”

The few other patrons in BurgerTime glanced over at Minos’ outburst while Felix hushed them.

“It doesn’t have to be like Turbo, Minos,” Felix insisted. “One bad experience does not a reality make. Besides, she’s nothing like him. I can tell you that from only one tiny little exchange.”

Minos was shaking. Their uncovered eye half-opened. “What about your feelings?”

Felix was briefly flustered. “Feelings, shmeelings. I want to see you happy. You’ve been through enough.” Oh Felix, what’ve you gotten yourself into??

Slowly, Minos went back to eating. “She’ll never notice me.”

“Baby steps! You can practice talking to her on me.” Felix’s expression was one of determination. Minos couldn’t help but giggle at the suggestion.

“But you don’t know how she’ll react…”

“It wouldn’t hurt to give you something positive to work with, would it? It’s all about confidence!” There was another stretch of silence before Felix spoke again. “Are you feeling any better?”

Minos nodded. “I need to get some sleep. But… thank you, Felix. You’re a good friend.”

“I try my darndest.”

[funky-sea-cryptid]

So I was reading your fic and just finished the second chapter😈

Look, I’m not into villains but uhhh Lucius’s attitude got me 😳😳 obviously fuck him🔪🔪 but but yk😳👉👈

Zenon and Asta’s brief interaction was lowkey cute because Zenon was thinking abt Allen at the moment🥹 Vanica and Noelle interaction gave me the ick never liked Vanica and that scene made me dislike her even more💀

Finral and Vanessa are the cutest and Dante throwing a tantrum is so on brand. I liked how y’all showcased the family dynamics when Dante was pretending he’s Wreck it Ralph while Lucius interrogated Magna.

I cant wait to see the religious themes in the fic going forward! Im not all that religious but canon BC has a lot of casual religious motifs and inspiration and my fic has a big focus on them too. I already see a chapter titled Genesis 6:2 and I’m excited😫😫

Quick question before I begin chapter 3, is Julius non-existent in this fic? (I’m genuinely curious I’m not actually asking as a simp💀)I’m assuming so bc he’s not in the character tags but I was wondering if he’s going to be a plot point in the future but if not, that’s fine too😈

HIIIIII OMG HI HELLO.

ahukdhud he's. it's unfortunate he's the only fucking one with an actual ability to manipulate people :,)

and yeah that was the idea! zenon's sitting there just tryin to drink and then allen 2.0 walks up like 8) fear.jpeg

THEY ARE THANK YOU lets go lesbians. and the family dynamics in the zogratis household was done by the amazing @the-florian-triangle they're so good with that kind of stuff (they're so good at writing im so lucky to know them fr). ALSO WRECK IT RALPH PLEEEEASE

oh yeah me and alex went fucking HAM with the religious stuff. it was a combination of greek mythos and the bible. either way it was a lot of fun lol. genesis 6:2 was the one we got the most brainworms about bc it's Elf Lore!!! we love the elves on this here tumblr <3

as for julius? all i'll tell you is that he very much exists ;) i can't tell you much more than that bc a lot of his part is something not even on ao3 yet but he's real!

feel free to talk to us about the fic as you continue and please enjoy :D!!!

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N as Rugby Players

pairing: park jongseong x reader

summary: asked for a favor to be his fake girlfriend, you had the chance to know more about jay.

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“Have you heard?” you were busy scrolling over your phone when you heard your friend asked the moment she settled down on the seat next to you. Without facing her you asked, “Heard of what?” your lips pouted at the sight of a cute top passing by your feed.

“Jay and (name) broke up again.” she said. You let out a scoff not really giving a fuck about what she just said.

“Stop acting like as if it was the first time. Come on, stop overreacting. Give them at least two to three days and they will eventually get back together.” you sarcastically commented and continued browsing your feed.

The news ain’t new for you anymore. Jay and (name) may be the cutest couple and most loved one around the campus but they’re also the most problematic and toxic for you. Yeah, you’re not gonna lie, the two of them are really meant to be, Jay, the famous star player of the rugby team and (name), the leader of the cheerleader squad, perfect match. But you somehow think they’re pathetic for acting like that in a relationship. For you, commitment is called a commitment for a reason, you got to b responsible and fully commit to and not give up whenever you feel like doing.

“No! This is serious though? (name) have another guy!” she exclaimed. That halted your fingers from scrolling through your phone furthermore. After spacing out for a bit, you scoffed a bit as you clicked the side of your cheek using your tongue.

“Are you that surprised? I’m not that shock anymore.” you said that made your friend pursed her lips.

Soon, the topic about the two couple died down and you’re a bit thankful about it because you don’t think you can take some more. Too much drama ain’t really your cup of tea.

On the other hand, Jay smashed the lockers inside their shower room as his friends watched him silently. The poor boy was furious after hearing about the news of his girl-- well now, ex girlfriend, dating another guy from the rival school’s rugby team.

“Hey dude, calm down and don’t go wreck it ralph our lockers.” Sunghoon said, a smirk was plastered over his lips but deep inside, he felt so bad for his friend. He doesn’t deserve any of this.

Jay clenched his jaw and sat himself down over at a bench and lower his head. He doesn’t know where did he go wrong in his relationship with (name). As far as he remembers, he did everything. He buy her things, give him his attention, affection and love. He’s very loyal too, despite the fact that a lot of girls were after him, he still turn blind eye at them.

He was clenching his fist and jaw while his friends remained silent. The practice were long over but they’ve decided to stay behind for a bit while because of Jay. They’re actually amused how he can still focus in their practice even after hearing the bad news. 

“Are you really letting a girl do these stuff at you? I suggest you get back on her!” their heads snapped over to Jake who’s busy going through his phone. His face still looked mischievous but they can see that he is very pissed right now.

“I still love her and I want her back.” Jay mumbled seriously.

His friends looked at him with this disbelief in their eyes. After all he’d been through he still wanted that girl back. They can’t even understand why.

“Are you fucking serious right now, Jay?” Jake cannot believe what he just heard from his friend. 

“Dude, wake the fuck up! You’re Park Jongseong damn it. Don’t be stupid.” Sunghoon was irritated as well but still, his ears were tight shut.

Heeseung sighed and tilted his head a bit before he rolled his eyes. “Let him be.” he muttered before he pushed himself off from the wall he’s leaning on before he eyed Jay who still have his head hanging low.

“If you want her back, make her jealous. She’s pretty petty so I think if she saw you’ve got another girl she’ll ask you back herself. Besides, I’m pretty sure she enjoys the spotlight benefit of being in a relationship with you.” he suggested.

Jay raised his head with a furrowed brows, confused but at the same time interested at what he just said. Just the idea of his ex girlfriend asking him back rings inside his desperate mind.

“Good idea. The only problem is she don’t have someone she’ll be jealous of. I mean, have you seen her? She isn’t labeled as the Queen Bee just for nothing.” Jay said.

Jake let out a sarcastic laugh that made Jay turn his head at him. “Dude, have you even looked around you? I hate to break it to you but your ex girlfriend is not that prettiest though.” he said that made him confused.

The boys looked at him with puzzled look so he got no choice but to just heaved a sigh then rolled his eyes. “What I’m trying to say is that I know the perfect girl for that job! The only girl that can make (name) raging mad if she saw you with her.” Jake said.

“Who, Jake hyung?” Ni-ki was curious as well. Like their other friends he do want to know who he’s referring to.

Jake roamed his eyes over his friends and smiled as he saw them waiting patiently for the name he’s going to mention.

“Y/n.” he said. A small smirk slowly appeared over Heeseung, Jungwon and Sunghoon’s lips after hearing your familiar name. They should’ve known he will suggest you for this matter.

Jay furrowed his brows clueless, “y/n?” he asked about the unfamiliar name.

Jake’s smile fell as he rolled his eyes over at his naive friend. He doesn’t know if he’s glad he's loyal or he should be mad that he’s too into his girl that he fail to even know any girls other than (name).

Sunghoon let out a small scoff, “That’s world war, dude. You’re too cruel to even think about that.” he said with a sly smile plastered over his handsome face. Just by imagining about it, he’s already excited for what’s going to occur.

Jay was still clueless for who you are and why his friends react this way after mentioning your name.

“What? I want to mess with (name) since she kept on messing with our friend. I want to make her so upset.” he said, voice determined.

Jungwon let out a chuckle, shaking his head from side to side. “You’re too cruel, hyung.”

“Wait, first of all who’s y/n?” Jay asked, brows hardly furrowed.

Sunoo rolled his eyes, cannot believe his hyung doesn’t know about you at all. Some may say the cheerleading squad is the most popular girls around the campus but he may say that you are one of the prettiest. It just happened that you don’t want to be in the spotlight too much.

“She’s supposed to be the leader of the cheerleading squad, hyung. If she didn’t declined the offer, (name) may never been your girl or y/n should’ve been the one you’re in a relationship with.” he said with full tone sassiness.

Jay was silent for a while. He didn’t know that his ex-girlfriend wasn’t the first choice to be the leader of the cheerleading squad. To hear all of these just made him very curious of you.

“Those two are rivals... well at least for (name) since y/n doesn’t really care about the fame and all.” Sunghoon added while eyeing Jay.

“The real question here is if she’s going to agree about this?” Jungwon interrupted crossing his arms as he leaned over the wall beside his Heeseung hyung.

“We can talk her out of it. She’s nice.” Jake shrugged his shoulders off.

Sunoo scoffed, “I doubt y/n will agree though? She’s sort of pissed with the rugby team.”

Jay furrowed his brows. There are students from their school that hates their team? Why?

“Why is that?”

Heeseung smirked, “Because she said we’re a bunch of assholes.”

Ni-ki chuckled, “She’s cool. I like her already.” the younger one commented before he turned his head over to his hyung.

“Hyung, go get her.” he eagerly said.

Jay rolled his eyes, “I’ll think about it.”

“Dude, just trust me. This will work.” Jake said giving him a meaningful look.

Jay kept silent as his friends started fixing their things because now that they saw Jay already calmed down, they should go head home. Jay’s mind were occupied once again, thinking about Jake’s suggestion.

“Hyung, take care of the lockers.” Jungwon reminded him about the lockers that he kind of broke.

He nodded his head before he huffed a breath and pulled his phone out then dialed someone to fix it for him.

“Y/n, come on!” you rolled your eyes for nth time as you heard Jake Sim still following after you over the long hallways. Students around quickly darted their eyes towards you when they noticed the said male behind you.

You turned around suddenly making the guy halt from his tracks, almost making your bodies collide. She crossed her arm and tilt her head over to the side giving a serious look. Jake blinked a couple of times as he felt a bit anxious with the way you stared at him.

“Seriously, I am getting annoyed with you. Can you just leave me alone?” you hissed at him. He smiled widely showing off that charming smile that he used to manipulate the girls around him but he can count you off since that won’t effect on you.

“This will be fun, I swear.” he half-whispered.

You snorted, “Are you really that bored that you’ve come to the point that you’ll use me for your own entertainment?”

He smirked, “Well, I’m sure you’re a very fun person. I am too and so this will be a good opportunity for doing something fun!”

You scoffed, “Count me out, Sim.” and turned your heels so you can start walking away from him again.

When you didn’t hear him tailing behind, you almost let out an exaggerated sigh because finally, you had escaped him. The next day, he seems occupied about someone else and so he doesn’t have the chance to pester you. While writing something over your notebook, someone sat at the vacant chair beside you. With a short glance you tried to see who it was and your shoulder fell when you saw a familiar smirking face.

“What do you need? Go away.” you promptly tried to shut whatever it is that he’s planning to say. He let out a snickered laugh.

“Don’t you think that’s too rude?” he asked. You returned his snickered laugh and continued scribbling over your notebook.

“Don’t you think you guys should stop annoying me?” you said.

You heard him sigh as he rest his back over the chair he’s sitting on, n “Did Jake annoyed you that much?” 

“Yeah. That’s why if you’re planning to annoy me too, fuck off.” 

He laughed again, “y/n, that’s not so nice.”

You raised your head and met eyes with Sunghoon. He got this playful smirk over his pretty face so you tried to mirror it with a sarcastic one. “Who said I’m nice? I’m not nice.” 

That made him to chuckle once again, “We’re just trying to help our friend.”

“Go find somebody else.” you said and you rolled your eyes. “Who even made you think that I will agree?” you added. You are not close to them, maybe casual? They greet you whenever they see you. Jake Sim even do flirt with you as a joke that you just got used to him. It is safe to say that you are somehow friends with them.

“Jake.” Sunghoon answered.

Of course! It was Jake. You sighed heavily and moved your head side by side before you once again continued your interrupted work. “He’s clearly wrong.” you mumbled and he just shrugged his shoulders off and started minding his own business. Unlike Jake, he isn’t that persistent.

When the day was finally over, you went straight to the locker’s area to leave your things. “Bye y/n! See you tomorrow!” your friend waved at you as she started walking away.

You smiled a little before waving as well and telling her to go home safe. Your mind wandered off to what happened the whole day. The whole situation with the rugby team star players played inside your mind. You never imagined the day that they will ask you to be Jay’s fake girlfriend will come. It was hilarious.

You were startled when you close the locker and you saw someone very tall beside it. You sighed heavily trying to calm your racing heart before you shoot glares at the person beside you. He lets out a snicker of chuckle. 

“Please, not you too.” you mumbled softly and leaned your back at your own locker.

Heeseung pursed his lips and watch how you let out a frustrated laugh. “You should agree already if you don’t want us lurking around you.” he said and even smiled at you.

You tilted your head, “You know what? I don’t even expect that you will be here as well to convince me.”

He raised both of his eyebrows at you, “Why?” he asked, curious.

“You know how toxic their relationship and both of them! There is no way I would want to be involve in any way.” you said trying to make a point. He understands it, of course. He was there allthrough out Jay’s relationship with (name) and he can agree to what you just said.

He shrugged his shoulders off, “You are quite right. But Jay looked so desperate and as his friend we’re doing everything we can to help him.” he said giving you a serious look in your eyes.

“I don’t want to be involve with Park Jongseong. Got it?” you said and pushed yourself off from the lockers before starting to walk away from Heeseung. His shoulder fell as he lets out a sigh while watching your figure from afar, at least he did tried his shot.

You thought the days of Jake annoying you were finally over since its been days since he stopped convincing you. Your days were a lot better thankfully, and you were smiling brightly only for your smile to fell after seeing a familiar handsome guy by the end of the hall. His eyes were darted at your direction already and you can’t help but to feel butterflies go crazy.

With a slow pace, you walked towards your locker trying to convince yourself he isn’t there to talk to you. Fixing your things inside, you focused yourself to your goal and that is to ignore him at all cost. Your friend was already finished getting her things fixed and was already standing beside you.

“I saw Jay.” she started. You gave her a side glance, “Shush.” she lets out a chuckle realizing you had seen him too.

You were still trying to fix the non-existent mess inside your locker when someone suddenly talked beside you. “Hello, y/n.” you even got startled at the sound of his voice.

You snapped your head towards him and flashed a smile, n “Hi.” you said and was quick enough to go through your things once again, hoping he’ll leave you alone.

“Uh.. my Dad texted me y/n. I think I need to go.” your friend said that caused you to look at her with disbelief in your eyes. You can’t believe she’s actually ditching you right now. You showed her a look, pleading not to leave you here with Jay but she just smiled then waved.

“So, um.. nice to meet you y/n.” he said beside you, the atmosphere was pretty much awkward as this is literally the first time you two talked to each other.

You know who he is, obviously. Who wouldn’t? He’s one of the best players of your university’s pride, the rugby team. He’s also popular because of his great fashion sense and his god-like visuals. Rich and a fine gentlemen, that’s what they usually use to describe him.

Seeing him in a plain white shirt and a sweatpants, his hair a bit damp because he probably just showered after their practice. Even with the distance, you can tell how good he smell.

“Yeah,” you mumbled as you felt your cheeks blushing. You shrugged it off then calmed you down. All of these are not good for your whole system. You really need to stop yourself from being around the star players because it isn’t good for you.

“Cool. Uhm, I want to be straight forward.” he said and leaned at the locker beside you. His eyes teared away from you and now at the few students passing by. Their eyes would remain after realizing it was Park Jay but he didn’t mind. For him, the attention he is getting right now is normal for him.

“Uh-huh?” you said and closed your locker after getting some of your textbooks that you will be needing for tonight’s homework.

“Can you help me?” he asked, voice a bit low. Your eyes stared at his pretty ones. You may had seen Park Jay all the time around the campus but this is the first time you had looked into him this close and this focus. He’s ethereal.

“Please?” it surprised you. How he just say please while asking you about that favor. For a while, your mouth gapped open, dumbfounded at what you just heard.

You’ve always thought he’s an arrogant person. From the way he kept his serious face, ignoring those who greets him every time, an impression of him having a foul personality was built in you. But after hearing how he just said that, it made you want to have second thoughts.

You sighed, “Look Jay, I know you’re in tough times right now. But I’m sorry, I don’t want to be involve with your mess.” and with that, you turned your heels and without even glancing back you walked away from him.

Jay was hesitant whether he will ask you for the favor or if he’s even down to do the plan. It was risky and he knew it will be a rocky road but he also know he cannot just let go of his relationship like that. He knew to himself that he loves (name) and he just can’t let her go that easily. He gave it some thought and he realized there’s nothing wrong with trying what his friends suggested.

He pursed his lips and sighed heavily before hitting the locker lightly before leaving the locker’s area as well. He didn’t gave up easily and most days, whenever you happen to see him, he asks again and again. You are quite amused at how consistent he is. You never knew he have this much patience towards someone.

You rolled your eyes when you saw Park Jongseong leaning near your locker. Students walking around pass by him were obviously admiring him. When you two met eyes, he stared at you and despite the heart hammering, you managed to raised an eyebrow at him.

“y/n, come on--” Jay tried to start his sentence but like always, you were quick enough to cut him off. “No.” you said and smiled sarcastically before opening your locker. He huffed out a frustrated sigh before he suddenly closed your locker making you flinched a bit. He did it gently but still the action made you surprised.

You sighed heavily, “Why me, though? There’s a lot of girls around you who’s willing to do it!” you hissed at him slowly getting irritated by the situation and by the effect its slowly giving you. 

He pursed his lips before running his hand over his hair once, “Because i know you won’t fall in love with me.” he stated that actually made sense.

He was right when he said that. Unlike the other girls who’s always dying to get their attention and almost do everything just for him, you don’t seem like to give a care towards him or who he is. It was somehow giving a different kind of comfort towards Jay, that on some point, he can be his true self around you and you will don’t give a fuck about it.

“Still a no.” you still tried to stood your ground. He sighed out.

“Come on. Aren’t you getting tired of saying no to me? Because I will not get tired to ask you for the favor.” he said and even tilted his head over to the side attractively.

You pursed your lips, cheeks starting to flushed a bit. “Are you that desperate to get her back?” you asked, there’s something on your tone that he cannot describe. He licked his lower lip, eyes still piercing at you.

“Yeah.” he said.

You stared at his eyes for a while before sighing, “If i do this, will you promise to leave me the fuck alone?” you asked him. A smile spread across his face, eyes hopeful. “I promise.” he was quick enough to answer. 

After letting out a sigh you said, “Fine.”

“Really?” he asked, eyes hopeful and full of joy. You rolled your eyes but a smile slowly appeared over your lips.

“Yes. I’ll talk to you later. You can ask for my number in either Jake or Sunghoon.” you said.

He smiled, “It’s fine, I already have your number with me.”

“O-Oh, okay. Then talk to you later.” you said and gulped before turning your heels.

You picked up his call when you saw an unknown number was calling you, “Hello?” you said.

“Hey, its Jay.” he said in a cool way. You sighed and stopped your hand from writing something then started playing with your pen instead. You are at your bedroom and trying to do your homework when he called.

“Okay, if you want to do this right, you have to listen and trust me.” you started.

“Oh okay, Miss. Tell me what to do.” he said, chuckling a bit because he find your bossy personality really cute.

You furrowed your brows, “Are you laughing at me?”

“Of course not. Who’s laughing? Definitely not me.” he answered but you can still hear a snickered laugh from the other line. A smirk slowly spread across your lips so you bit your lower lip, trying to suppress them.

“Jay...” using your warning tone.

He lets out a sexy chuckle, “Alright. Go on, I’m listening.” he said and his fingers played with his smirking lips. He doesn’t understand but you just really looked cute whenever you’re being bossy.

“Okay, so we aren’t going to announce to everyone that we’re dating---well, fake dating.” you said.

“Huh? Then how will (name) know?” he asked confused.

“She will know eventually. We need to take everything slowly. It will appear too fake if suddenly you got a girl too after she had her new boyfriend. That’s suspicious.” you stated and Jay grew silent, realizing you were sort of right.

“So what will we do?”

You sighed, “We can like do lowkey things as a starter. For example, you will give me rides towards somewhere. Greeting me in the locker’s area or even handing me something I left in your car in the middle of my class. Like giving hints to everyone but still not giving them confirmation.” you said.

Jay nodded his head, n “Noted, Miss.” he said that made your heart skip a beat. Why does his voice sounded ten times hotter on the phone? This is making you crazy.

As planned, the next day, Jay picked you up from your apartment to give you a ride towards the school. You didn’t ask him to drop you off in the parking lot but instead by the main gate where a lot of students were inside. After opening his car’s door, you smiled sweetly at him for the first time. Jay was stunned.

“Thanks for dropping me off Jongseong!” you said making some students near you turn their heads to see if it was really Jay. He blinked a couple of times, before nodding his head after muttering a small, ‘Sure.’

You closed his car door then walked inside the campus like as if you didn’t just get off from Park Jongseong’s car. He drove towards the parking lot with mind occupied by how you smiled and how you called his name. No one had called him Jongseong in campus, not even (name), since he doesn’t really like being called that way and because he prefers Jay. But the way you called him... 

The following days were just like that, he drive you to school and at the end of the day, if he’s available, he drops you off to your apartment as well. It became like a routine that Jay got used to it already.

“Good morning,” you greeted him when you entered his car. With a smile, Jay handed you something.

“Morning.” he greeted back.

“Wow, morning coffee! How did you know I love coffee?” you asked, with a bright smile. He chuckled, finding you cute as you take the coffee from him.

“I have my ways.” he said and just enjoyed the sight of you taking a sip from the drink. His eyes darted over your seatbelt that’s still not clasped around your body.

“Should I fix your seatbelt for you?” he asked softly. He doesn’t want to just do it because it may make you uncomfortable.

“Please? I don’t want my coffee to spill.” you said with a pout on the lips. He let out a small chuckle, “Alright, baby.” he muttered that halt you from taking another sip.

You were dumbfounded as Jay leaned closer to you put your seatbelt on, you can smell him because he was too close. When he finally put it, he leaned away with a smile. “Okay, the baby is safe now. Let’s go.” he said and started driving.

He was focused on the road that he failed to notice that you’re staring at him. Did he just called you baby? Why does it making your heart beat so fast? You are getting crazier. Is this the Jongseong effect?

When you arrived at the school campus, he dropped you off at the usual and you waved at him with a big smile and cheeks flushed. He smiled and watch how you walk inside. You are too cute for him and so he bit his lips before driving to park his car. 

Jay was about to go out when he noticed something was left inside his car, at the seat you were previously sitting. It was your phone. He chuckled and smirked before getting it then put it inside his pocket. With the days he spend with you, he noticed you are very clumsy in a cute way, of course.

In the middle of your second period, your classmate Sunghoon and Jake was excused because of their practice. You were too focused on your work that you didn’t even notice who were at the door.

“Sir, excuse me. Can I just hand something to y/n?” your head snapped by hearing a familiar voice.

Everyone in your class was at dazed by seeing Park Jay by the door. Your teacher nodded his head and Jay eyed you instantly then flashed his sweet smile. Your classmates gasped and your cheeks heated up. You have no idea why he’s here.

“You left your phone in my car, babe.” he mumbled softly making the eyes of the one who manage to hear grew big.

You blushed and lips puckered into a pout, “There it is. I thought I lost it somewhere.” you said, getting along with the plan. He chuckled and put the phone at your hand.

“What will you do without me huh?” he said teasing and to your surprise, he kissed the crown of your head.

“I’m off to practice. See you later.” he said and even raised his eyebrow before starting to walk outside of your room.

You were blushing like crazy when you try to focus at the class once again. The students were still confused to what’s happening but teasing smiles were at their faces after what they just saw. Is that really Park Jay?

“Well that’s a scene.” Jake was smirking when the three of them started walking towards the field.

Sunghoon laughed as he saw a smile plastered over Jay’s face. “She looked cute when she pout, dude.” he mumbled even before he can stop himself. The two looked at each other meaningfully but just try to shrug it off.

When they arrived the field, they can see some of their team-mates sitting by the bench. “Uh-oh, ex is here.” Sunghoon said that made Jay’s smile fell.

“Don’t stare too long, Jay.” Jake reminded and started to walk ahead of the two of them.

When Jay looked towards their direction, he saw her. Looking so pretty with their uniform while they stretch. He pursed his lips, jaw clenching just by remembering what just happened between them. His heart ache and when they met eyes, he quickly looked away. For some reasons, Jay thought of you and how you would look amazing in their uniform.

“We have a homework in history, right?” your friend asked as she opened her locker to get her textbook. You nodded getting your own stuff. It was already dismissal and you were preparing to go home.

You are laughing and talking with your friend when a hand held over your waist and a chaste kiss was placed at your cheeks.

“Hey, sorry. Practice just got finished.” his voice sounded like he just ran so fast to be here.

You looked at the freshly showered Jay. You chuckled despite the flushing cheeks, “It’s okay, baby. We just got dismissed.” you answered back and Jay’s face lightened when he heard you calling him with that endearment. His heart races for an unknown reason.

He leaned and gave you a kiss at your cheeks before saying, “Alright, let’s go.” he said with a smile and you just nodded, ignoring the eyes that were watching the two of you.

The news of you two dating spreads like wild fire through the whole campus. Students have different opinions, there were some saying that him and (name) looked so much better together but a lot says you two are way good together. Weeks passed that you two have that routine and started to actually enjoyed each other’s company.

You were slowly getting really comfortable with Jay. You have no idea when did it start but you enjoyed his company better than you had expected. His small gestures, him being a gentlemen and his caring actions sure was very impactful for you. You then realized he isn’t just Park Jay of the rugby team, he was so much more.

“I can’t believe Jay is dating another girl other than you, (name).” you heard one afternoon. You were at the cafeteria to buy some food when you suddenly heard them.

You don’t know if they’re whispering with each other or they purposely said that out loud so you can hear them. You’re pretty sure they intended it to be heard, thinking you will just let them talk to you like that.

“I know right? It’s just so sad Jay would settle to someone like that. He’s really a disappointment.” she said. 

Just hearing the last sentence made your blood boil in anger. How can she say that when Jay was working so hard and is very passionate about everything he do? You sighed and slowly turned around to face them.

They were a bit surprised and they kept their lips pursed as some of the girls at their table glanced away.

“Oh, hi (name).” you greeted with a fake smile. The people around almost stopped from what they were doing just to watch the scene.

You rested both of your hands at their table and tilted your head at her, she was seated at the other side of where you were standing.

“Just to tell you, it’s only sad if its a downgrade but we both know Jongseong actually did a big step dating me.” you said that left a lot of students surprised. (name) was known for being the queen bee of the school and no one stood up against her.

She looked pissed at you, very pissed. You chuckled, “I’m glad you are enjoying your throne of being the queen, (name).” you said and she clenched her jaw as a slight fear flickered over her eyes.

You smirked, “How’s the uniform fitting you huh? I’m relieved I declined the offer of being the squad leader since the cheerleading squad ain’t giving much impact unlike the rugby team.” you said that earned a lot of chuckle from the crowd.

Your smirk fell as you eyed her seriously, “You call Jay a disapointment when its clearly you.” and with that you turned around and was about to walk away when she suddenly grabbed you by the hair.

The crowd panicked as both of you got into a fight. You don’t know for how long but you’re suddenly stopped when a hand grabbed you by the waist and pulled you off from (name). She was crying when you faced her, both of your hairs are a mess. Scratches were over her body and so are you.

Your heart ache when you saw how Jay quickly attended to her, didn’t even gave you a glance. “You okay?” he asked softly at her as she cries over his chest.

Jay finally looked towards your direction and he was glaring. You scoffed before you stood up then quickly ran away from that scene, heart aching so much by what happened. Is it because you got in a fight? Or maybe its because Jay took her side.

“What are you doing here, Jay?” you asked coldly when you saw him leaning over his car in front of your apartment building. It was already 3 am and he asked you to come down and talk to him.

He looked mad as he clenched his jaw hardly while staring at you. “Who said you can hurt (name)?” he started that made your heart ache again.

You stared straight to his eyes that actually made Jay feel things he cannot understand. He is mad right now and he came here to talk to you, but after seeing your eyes and after hearing you calling him Jay instead of Jongseong, somehow made him sad.

“She was--”

“Just to remind you, y/n. We are just pretending. All of these are just fake--” you’ve had enough and so you stormed towards him and pushed his chest.

A tear left your eyes that made him surprised, “Yeah! This are all fake! We are just fucking pretending because you asked me a favor to fucking help you get her back!” you screamed at him. You are hurting and you even don’t know why.

“Jay are you stupid?” you asked then let out a small scoff. “No. Why am I even asking? You are stupid!” you exclaimed.

“Everyone were assuming you are dating me! What do you think they thought after seeing you running towards your ex rather than your girl, huh? They probably thought you are still fucking into her which is fucking true.” you said very mad.

Tears continuously flows over your cheeks and Jay clenched his jaw couldn’t process what you’re actually saying since he wanted so bad to just wipe those tears off. He wanted to say sorry and to comfort you.

“I can’t even fucking understand why you’re so into her? I mean the reason why I got so mad because she think of you as a disappointment!” you said and your eyes reflected pain as he was once again dumbfounded.

“How can I not be mad when I know how much you work hard? How can I not stand up for you and when I know you are in so much pain and she have the audacity to think bad over you.” you sniffed and shut your eyes to calm yourself.

“y/n, I-I’m so--”

“Just leave, Jay. I’m done with you.” you coldly said before you left him.

You avoided Jay and surprisingly, not much bad news go around the campus. You just shrugged it off and act like none of that ever happened. You can see (name) glaring you but you don’t care about her. You were down most of the day since you are still not in the mood.

You let out a sigh, it was your free period and one of the teachers asked you to go in the field to ask their coach to go in the faculty. You are so irritated because out of all the students you are asked to do that. When you arrived at the field, you saw the players in the middle and you tried to avoid looking there.

“Coach,” you called him and he eyed you. He gave you a meaningful smile, “y/n, glad to see you here.” he said.

You nodded and smiled a little before saying, “You are asked to go in the faculty sir.” he said.

He let out a chuckle, “Oh really? Jay went that far?” you furrowed your brows in confusion and he just chuckled once again.

“Look at the field.” he mumbled and slowly, you did.

Your lips gapped open when you saw the players holding big cards with letters that spelled, ‘I’m Sorry, Baby.’ One letter per card and you saw Jay walking towards you, wearing his jersey uniform and holding a big bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I really mean it.” he said, lips pouting.

You stared at him and eyes roamed a bit trying to look for someone.

“She isn’t here. If you think I did all of these because she’s here, no. I am truly sorry for what I did.” 

You pouted before nodding your head. The boys cheered as Jay embraced you, “I’m really sorry baby. I was so stupid.” he mumbled. You slowly snaked your arms over his waist and returned his hug.

Your heart was beating like crazy enjoying his warmth but it aches as well just by thinking that he’s doing this because he doesn’t want you to pull out from your plan of getting his ex back. Shrugging the thought off, you just tried to enjoy it.

“Okay, so we’ll go with my plan.” you said seriously while you two hangs out inside your apartment. Pillows were all over your living room as a movie were playing in the back ground, it was all forgotten because you two were too focused talking to each other.

You just got more determined on helping him after knowing what he been through. “Yeah,” he answered not really interested with the plan as he slowly feed you another popcorn.

“Do you want to watch my practice tomorrow?” he suddenly asked out of the blue.

You looked at him, “Sure.”

Jay’s eyes looked surprise as he straighten his back, excited. “R-Really?”

You chuckled as you stretch your hand to go touch his hair. His eyes shut for a bit, “Yeah. Why do you look so surprise? (name) always there for you before.” you said.

He shrugged his shoulders off as he gently grabbed your hand and started playing with your fingers, eyes darted at it. “Nah, she go at the field for her practice and not to watch me.” he mumbled. You can’t hear any bitterness from it.

“Are you serious?” you asked surprised.

He nodded, “Yep,” and he raised his head to stare at you.

Your heart felt bad for him so you sighed out and leaned in to give him a light kiss at his head, “I will watch you and cheer for you tomorrow.” you said that made Jay’s heart skip a beat.

You did watch their practice game tomorrow and you were screaming so much for Jay. He was loving it and was so hyped up about it. This was a new experience for him and he’s surely enjoying it.

The cheerleading squad were at the far left and (name)’s eyes were at the two of you when Jay quickly run towards your direction the moment he made a point. He carried you and spin you around as you laugh.

“That was so cool!” you cheered.

When he put you down, you two were staring at each other, hearts beating connectively. Jay’s eyes then slowly darted at your lips. “Can I kiss you?” he asked and you heaved a sigh before answering with a nod.

He smiled and slowly leaned in. Your lips connected and butterflies went crazy inside your stomach as you heard the rugby team cheered because of the two of you. Jay chuckled giving you a few pecks before he pulled away. You were blushing like crazy.

“You are blushing baby.” he said, a playful smirk at his face.

“You are too.”

He chuckled and gave you another kiss at your cheeks, “It’s because you’re so beautiful.” he mumbled. You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“Go shower.”

“Alright. Wait for me here.” he said and then he jogged towards their shower room.

“What do you want for dinner?” you asked when you two entered your apartment. You just went home after their practice.

“Anything. Do you want me to cook?” he asked.

You furrowed your brows. “I got this. You just rest, okay?” you said then cupped his face to give him a kiss at his cheeks before you started cooking dinner. You two ate peacefully talking about how he did so well in their practice. Jay was all smiles listening at you. This was the first time he felt so proud of playing in the team. It just makes him so happy, he never thought having someone to talk about this feels so amazing.

After you eat dinner, you two were sitting at the couch while a random tv shows plays in your tv. Jay was beside you playing with your fingers like usual when you turned and face him. He looked at you and raised a brow like asking if you need anything.

You smiled and reached over his face to slowly caress it, “Do you know how handsome you are?” you asked, and you even traced his features.

Jay smirked, hands still fidgeting with your fingers. “I am?”

You rolled your eyes but a smirk was present at your face, “Very.” you mumbled and Jay chuckled before sliding his arm over to you waist to pull you closer.

Your faces were just inches apart, noses almost touch each other as your eyes bore into one another. “God, you look so beautiful.” he mumbled under his breath.

Your fingers touched his lips as your eyes trailed over to it, “Can I kiss you?” you asked, mind floating.

“Of course, baby.” he said and you gulped before you leaned in to kiss him passionately.

Jay returned your kiss, coming at your own pace, making sure it isn’t too much for you. He slid his arms over your waist to carry you over his lap. You yelped a bit but making sure you didn’t break the heated kiss. After a couple of minutes making out, you pulled away to catch a breath. His eyes were hooded as he stared at you while you caress his face.

“Y/n...” he said.

“Hmm?”

“Can we cuddle?” he asked that caught you off guard.

“Please?” he asked and your heart ached a bit at how he pleaded.

Your brows furrowed as you cup his face, “You poor thing. What did she do to you? Of course we can cuddle. You don’t have to plead that way, Jay.” you said and he just glanced away.

“(name) hates it whenever I’m clingy. I just thought you will--”

“I’m not her, okay? Let’s go. I will shower you with cuddles.” you said and stood up from his lap to pull him in your bedroom.

When you two got in your comfortable cuddle position, Jay’s heart was melting like crazy. He doesn’t know where to put the overflowing happiness he was feeling at the moment. Nobody had ever made him this happy.

“Can you call me Jongseong? I love it whenever you call me that way.” he mumbled. You chuckled and kissed his nose.

“Alright, Jongseong. Sleep now because we have school tomorrow.” you said and soon he did drifted into the dreamland.

Ever since that day, you two became inseparable. He started sleeping in your apartment very often to the point he even left some of his clothes at your place. You two just became close and almost forgot about the deal of getting her ex back.

“Hey, baby.” he greeted you when he arrived at the library during your library period.

Your eyes grew wide, “Hi. Why are you here? I thought your busy with practice.” you said. He smirked and placed a kiss at your forehead, then your cheeks and then your lips.

You smiled and pulled him for another two kiss at the lips. “I went here to take some food for you. I don’t want you skipping meals during lunch.” he said that warmed your heart. He showed you a paper bag with the food he was talking about.

“Awe, thank you baby.” you thanked him and he just leaned back closer.

“Give me a kiss.” demanded that made you chuckle before you leaned to kiss him again.

“Did you saw the extra shirt I prepared for you this morning? I put it inside your bag.” you reminded.

His smile grew wider, “Yes baby. Thanks about that.” you just give him a nod.

You were looking at each other when you suddenly said, “You’re doing great. (name) is at the corner and she’s looking at us now.” you mumbled, heart aching as you say those words.

Jay furrowed his brows in confusion, “Huh? She’s here?” you were surprised at his response.

“You... didn’t know?”

He pursed his lips then tilt his head over to the side, “No. I just came here because I want to see you and to take you some food.” he answered that made your heart skip once again.

“And to give you this. You promise me you’ll wear that for my game tomorrow.” your eyes darted over to what he was handing you.

“Oh, okay. Of course I will wear this. Thank you.” you said and smiled sweetly at him.

He smirked and kissed you another one before he left. You were still smiling so big when you heard your friend chuckling beside you.

“I thought I will have to see the two of you make out the whole day. My gosh, are you sure you two are just in a fake relationship? You two looked so happy together, just date for real.” she said and you just smiled a little.

Your heart then ache again as you eyed (name) direction and you saw her with a furrowed brows. You heard she broke up with her boyfriend and you already have a clue why. You’ve saw her stares with you and Jay and you understand what it was. You can tell she’s jealous just by the look in her eyes, you know because she used to be your friend. The main reason why you declined the offer was because you know how much she wanted that and so you said no to the offer so she can be the leader but still, your friendship ended.

The next day, you were very excited while wearing Jay’s jersey, with a big number 99 at the back, you went to the venue. You were quickly catching attention because that uniform was his last year’s jersey and it did have a great memory since he did very well last year too.

“Baby!” you shouted to catch his attention.

His eyes brighten when he saw you wearing his jersey. He excused himself and ran towards your direction. “Took you long enough. I saved you seat.” he said and motioned you towards the seat he saved for you.

You roamed your eyes towards his face as your eyes slowly become teary. He furrowed his brows, worried on your expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

You pouted then shake your head from side to side, “N-Nothing. Good luck, okay? You got this.” you said trying to convince him that nothing is wrong.

He nodded then cupped your face, he stared right at your eyes. “We’ll talk later, hm?” and with that he leaned closer and kissed you at your lips.

The game went well, even if you’re preoccupied, you managed to cheer for Jay. You screamed your lungs out and you supported him. Your heart ache as you watch him hug his team-mates after the victory. You should be happy, you should be glad that they won but you can’t. Because tonight, you are about to let him go. You are going to do your move for them to get back together. You are going to let go of the man you love the most.

As the crowd went wild when they won, you smiled widely while looking at him in the field. After their celebratory hugs, his eyes quickly darted at your direction and shouted something. Your brows furrowed in confusion because you cannot hear it due to the roaring of the crowd. You just chuckled and gave him a flying kiss.

Jay picked you up that night because they have an after-party and he’s taking you as his date. You agreed because you thought it will be the perfect opportunity for the two of them to talk. So while Jay was busy talking with his friends, you texted him to meet you at the parking lot. He was confused a bit as to why you were there. He thought you were with your friends in that party. With a worried face he went there only to be more confused, instead of you, he saw (name) leaning over his car.

A tear left your eyes when you saw (name) hugged Jay and you decided to leave them alone without glancing back. You cried, walking away with only the memories of the two of you and your broken heart.

“(name)?” Jay’s tone was confused when he saw her leaning over his car. The girl smiled and quickly caged him in an embrace.

He was taken aback was quick enough to push him off of him gently. “Where is y/n?” he asked. He saw how (name)’s face changed and her smile fell but she pulled it off again.

“She left.” she answered. He furrowed his brows and was about to fish his phone inside his pocket to call you but his hands were stopped by (name).

“Jay, I already know about everything.” she said that caught Jay’s attention.

“What do you mean?”

“I know about the plan. Y/n told me.” she said and she walked closer to him. She was about to pull him into a kiss when he moved his face causing her lips to touch his cheeks instead.

“I don’t know what y/n told you but I hope you don’t get the wrong idea.” he said, jaw clenching. He’s mad and worried. 

“Why are you like this Jay? I told you, I already know about your plan to make me jealous for me to get back with you! I am here now. I realized I love you and I’m sorry for what I’ve done.” she said but Jay’s mind was full by nothing but you.

“Jay, please i love you.” she pleaded, eyes teary.

Jay’s eyes darted her. If its the old him, he will cage her in a warm and tight embrace. He hates it whenever he see her cry, he still don’t feel okay seeing her that way, but its different now. He can’t feel anything.

“Look, (name)...” he said and sighed heavily.

“We did have a plan to make you jealous.” her eyes looked hopeful after she heard that from him  but when she his cold eyes staring at her, her shoulder fell. It isn’t the same way he looks at her.

“I do want to get you back before but,”

“But its her already, huh?” she finished it for him.

Jay smiled, “I can’t believe I’m going to say this but thank you for breaking my heart. Without that, I won’t meet y/n and I won’t be this happy.” he said. (name) chuckled sarcastically as tear left her eyes.

“I hope you’ll see your happiness too.” and Jay gave him a handkerchief before he quickly went inside his car to go look for you.

“Where were you?” you got startled when you entered your apartment and someone just talked.

With widened eye you turned around to see Jay darkly looking at you while sitting at your couch. He isn’t wearing the clothes he’s wearing at the party and instead he’s in his shorts and white shirt.

“J-Jay? What are you doing here?” you asked, heart beating so fast.

“Since when did I became Jay? It’s Jongseong for you, y/n...” he mumbled and he stood up to go walk closer to you.

He couldn’t wait for you to approach to him so he did it himself. You were too stunned to move from your position anyway.

“Where were you? I was looking for you and calling nonstop.” he said and slowly embraced you, face burying at your neck.

“W-Why are you here?” eyes starting to water.

“Because I live here.” he said.

“I’m serious...” you pulled off from the hug as you eyed him.

“You should be with her. I did it. I told her you love her and that--”

“Who told you I still love her?” he interrupted you.

“B-But isn’t that why you asked me to help you?”

“Yeah.” he said and his hands rested at both of your hips to hold you.

“That was the original plan but after I said sorry to you because of what happened in the cafeteria, I realized you were right.”

“T-Then why did you ask for help to take her back?”

“I didn’t. You just assumed that I said sorry because I still want her back. I said sorry because I don’t want to lose you.” he said, and your eyes watered before you suddenly hugged him tight.

“I g-got so scared. I thought I will lose you tonight.” he chuckled and drop a kiss at the crown of your head.

“I think you didn’t heard what I shout at the field because the crowd was too loud so I’ll just repeat it now.” he said and moved away from you.

He brushed some of your hair away from your face before he smiled genuinely. “I love you, y/n. I love you so much.” he muttered while staring lovingly at your eyes.

You pouted, “I love you, Jongseong.” and with that he leaned in to give you a kiss at your hearts beats at the same time becoming one.

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˚₊‧꒰ა About Me ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

‧₊˚✩彡 Body Age : 18+

‧₊˚✩彡 Little Age : 3-10 ( mostly around 5 )

‧₊˚✩彡 Pronouns : she / her

╰┈➤ Hai, my name is Nana! ( Like the fruit! 🍌)

I’m an age regressor / age dreamer!

I’ve been regressing / dreaming (knowingly) for almost 3 years. It has been a way for me to cope with my anxiety, stress, depression, trauma and to help reclaim a childhood I didn’t get to experience. ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა

This is MY safe space. Please be kind and follow my DNI to help keep it that way!

˚₊‧꒰ა The Important Stuff ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

I do not participate in, interact with or tolerate anyone in the k!nk community. It is very triggering to me. I do not support it and am highly against it. (>.<)

Do NOT interact with me or my blog if you are or you support :

anti blm, anti lgbt+, anti age regression, anti age dreaming, cross tagging, pro thinspo/fatphobic, dd!g, abd!, p3do/map, any k!nk variant.

Also do not try to follow or interact if your blog is blank, I will immediately block you.

If you break my DNI you’ll be blocked/reported!!

Now that we got the important stuff out of the way, let’s move on to :

˚₊‧꒰ა The Fun Stuff ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

╰┈➤ I like lots and lots of things! But, here are some of my favorites!

✓ Cartoons :

Care Bears, Strawberry Shortcake, Oswald, Little Bear, Moomin, Winnie The Pooh, Dragon Tales, Bluey, SpongeBob, Steven Universe, Adventure Time, Chowder, Teen Titans, Code Lyoko, Total Drama Island, Rugrats, Pucca, 6teen, Blues Clues and sooo many more!

✓ Movies :

Bratz, Barbie, Wreck It Ralph 1&2, Tangled, Moana, Inside Out, Mario Movie, Shark Tales, Aristocats, Oliver and Company, Matilda, Shrek, Ratatouille and any Ghibli, Disney, or Tim Burton animated movies!

✓ Games :

Roblox, Animal Crossing, Minecraft, Fortnite, Valorant, Humans Fall Flat, Phasmophobia, Mario Party, Fall Guys, Splatoon and more!

✓ Kiddo Things :

Hide and Seek, Coloring, Puzzles, Board games, Pillow/Blanky forts, Stuffies/Squishmallows, Playdough, Dress up, The park, Crafts and more!

✓ Extras :

Sanrio, Snails, Cows, Bears (animals in general) Nature, Video Games, Naps, Bananas, Pastels (especially pink, yellow and green), snackies and more!

Thank you for reading!

If you wanna be friends, don’t by shy, say “Hi!”

༊*·˚ I hope you have a beautiful day ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )

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9 of my favorite films in gifs

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This is in no specific order because I can never rank my favorites of anything I love things too much.

With that being said

1. Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Specifically 2003! this movie omg every actor in this film absolutely ate their performance. Everyone in this film deserves an Oscar they killed it. And another point, Jessica Biel. That’s it, her.

2. In the Mood for Love

This is a Chinese foreign film, it’s drama, it’s romance, it’s beautiful. If you want to cry your eyes out and enjoy beautiful cinematography watch this film. It’s so so good I highly recommend it.

3. Last Night in Soho

Okay I only recently saw this movie so I’ve only seen it once, but it was so good. The 60s fashion, it’s set in London, it’s a thriller. It’s amazing! Ana Taylor Joy and Thomasin McKenzie, the leads, killed it!

4. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

I shouldn’t have as big of a crush on Matthew Broderick as I have, but here I am. I love this movie! the break of the fourth wall, the funky high school shenanigans, the cinematography, the cast. Love it.

5. Wreck it Ralph

I can’t explain the love I have for this film. One of the best Disney movies ever and no I will not be taking criticism and I’m a Taurus you can’t tell me I’m wrong.

6. Pride and Prejudice

I put off watching this movie for so long and I’m so mad no one forced me to sit down and watch it earlier because it is so good!! The hand! The hand!

7. Bridget Jones Diary

One of my favorite rom-coms. I didn’t know I had a favorite rom-com till a few months ago I was feeling down and rewatched this one and it’s just a great movie. And Collin Firth.

8. Cats (2019)

This film is incredible. It is art. Again I will not take criticism. There will never be a right way to cgi humans as cats. The world was not prepared and did not have the right mindset to see this film. It was everything to me. I went to see it only because Taylor Swift is in it and I give her a large portion of my money and all my time, but it changed my life. Now the soundtrack is my comfort music. Yes, I know I need help.

9. Fear Street Part Two: 1978

If you like horror/mystery things and you have not seen the Fear Street trilogy on Netflix do yourself a favor and watch it right now. I know you just read me talking about Cats, but listen I’m not wrong about this. The whole trilogy is amazing, it’s gay, it’s incredible, but part two is my favorite the storyline is so good. Sadie Sink is in this film and I can’t stress this enough it’s incredible.

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what... is khux’s plot

pandora’s box anon you may have meant this . as a joke. but HERE WE GO

we don’t know what Kingdom Hearts (the moon) is but it made the world and a REALLY long time ago there were a buttload of keyblade wielders including the Master of Masters and his students the foretellers, who are less important but still there and cool. Mostly Ava and Luxu are the ones you want to pay attention to. there’s also YOU! and after you pick a foreteller-dodgeball-team (I’m Leopardus!) you live in a cute little town with all the other keyblade children and you spend your days with your cat collecting light and going to simulations of Disney worlds that don’t exist yet but they will and we know this because the master of masters stuck his eye in a keyblade and gave it to Luxu to take to the future so it can spy on stuff and he can write it down in the book of prophecies. Luxu is the Master of Master’s closest apprentice, and eventually he body-hops his way into being Xigbar. He has lifetimes of spying on stuff and hiding a cool box his master refused to tell him the contents of but it’s important, apparently. It might contain “””hope”””. 

You don’t have a lot of friends but one day you make a friend named Ephemer! And then he’s gone. He shows up in your dream asking you to come find him, and you find Skuld instead, who also had an Ephemer dream. You team up and find Ava instead, who tells you he’s in an unchained dream state (still not sure what that means actually). She also tells you to join her club (the Dandelions) because in the future there’s gonna be an apocalyptic war and since you seem like good kids she wants you to not die. Skuld agrees but you hold off because that doesn’t sound good like Morally. You’re not sure you want to take the escape route while a ton of kids you know kill each other.

Meanwhile in the background your idyllic town has started getting infested by darkness and everyone’s coming up with excuses to fight each other and instead of diffusing tension the foretellers go welp! It’s apocalypse time. And it is! The badlands become the Keyblade Graveyard, home to thousands upon thousands of dead keyblade wielders. You’re the only survivor in the apocalypse aside from Ava’s dandelion club because your friends Ephemer and Skuld rescue you.

Now there’s only like a couple thousand of you but Ava decided that 1) once the foretellers are gone we’re gonna put five new kids in charge and 2) no one should have to remember the war or anything, it’s too traumatic. Except the kids in charge, which are Ephemer, Skuld, Blaine, Lauriam (marluxia, in the future -- keep in mind we are WAY in the past, we don’t know yet how they get to the present but signs point to the weird room in Hollow Bastion), and Ventus. Ventus is ten and that’s because Ava actually picked Lauriam’s sister Strelitzia but the literal physical manifestation of Darkness probably disguised itself as Ava, killed strelitzia, and gave her rulebook to Ven. Also possessed Ventus to make it look like he did it. this is a recent development still in the theorizing stages.

You are doing the stuff you always used to do because, if youll remember, you don’t remember the keyblade war! Instead youre going to simulation worlds and doing stuff like defeating hologram maleficent but this time it’s different because this isn’t HOLOGRAM DATA maleficent, this is REAL maleficent and she’s pretty upset about being in the past, because she just got killed by Riku, remembered that xehanort time travels so why can’t she, and yote herself back here. The literal manifestation of Darkness helps her out and tells her there’s a secret room in the castle with a time travel pod so she can get back to the future. Easy. We... do not know Darkness’ motivations.

Stuff gets weird, Lauriam asks around to try to find Strelitzia (who is dead, but they don’t know that) and finds Elrena (Larxene) in the process, Wreck it Ralph is here now and Daybreak town starts glitching which is bad because only the future Disney worlds are made of data, right, so Daybreak town shouldn’t be glitching unless it’s a data world. It is actually a data world, and you’re all stuck in it (YOU are not data you’re just in here like a bird in a cage, how fun!), and Darkness has already helped Maleficent out of it and back into the real world so she can time travel to the future again AFTER wrecking Lauriam who tried to stop her from leaving the data world (WHEW.). Ephemer tags you in to this game of Clue because Strelitzia had a crush on you AND you’re an extra hand, and you go to Wreck it Ralph and get weirded out by a bunch of Darklings (keyblade kids who fell to darkness and became monsters). Lauriam, while wrecked on the floor, has a vision of his ghost sister Strelitzia, and Ventus can’t handle remembering being an accessory to murder so badly that he knocks himself unconscious and you are CAUGHT UP babey!

there’s a lot more if you want to get really into understanding theory, and why possibly Ava is going rogue, and why MoM is terrifying, and what Blaine means when he says he’s a virus (and why his name is Brain and not Blaine........), but this is, bona fide, the shortest most concise stream-of-thought summary i can give you of the entirety of kingdom hearts union cross.

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Wait... WAIT okay hold on w a I t. Can you just imagine.... I’m back on this yoga!Din shit (who am I kidding, I never left), so imagine this is sometimes after their first, shall we say, interaction. Imagine—

Another man comes into the class for the first time since Din’s started taking it. Some other guy struts in, and of course— because it’s her job— the yoga instructor puts her hands on him and adjusts him and touches him, and Din knows— rationally— he knows he shouldn’t be jealous; it shouldn’t make him angry, but it fucking does. He’s simmering under his skin as she trails her hand across this other man’s wrist, like how she’s done to him—he can almost feel the ache of it on his own— how she coos pretty nothings into his ear. This asshole even has the audacity to make her laugh. He’s rolling up his mat and is saying something that must be goddamn hilarious and makes her laugh— and fuck, what a sound it is— And AND AND can we just imagine... how he fucks her after. The raw possessiveness of it. Fucking her into the mirrored wall and making her beg for him. I just I’m sorry I gotta go bye- can u please elaborate THANKS THANK YOU

anyway, here we go. this is part of the yoga!din world that erikka has dragged me into kicking and screaming. find the other thoughts under the yoga!din tag on both our blogs! we are straying into plot with these so beware of us both

warnings for: slight degradation, jealous!din out the whazoo, slight dom!din too i guess idek (18+ only get out of my house)

he’s slow to approach after class ends. 

he always bides his time, tries to catch a few minutes with her before her next class bustles in, perfectly coiffed and bedecked in pearls like they aren’t about to spend the next hour with their asses in the air. it’s in those few moments—those precious few moments—that he tries, really fucking tries, to make a good impression. since the first time he fucked her on this floor, he’s wanted her—wanted her pussy, yes, but now it’s more.

now, din just wants her.

he thinks the guy hanging back at the front of the classroom is named ralph. maybe rob. din wasn’t really listening when she introduced the new addition to the five-fifteen beginners yoga class. he was too focused on not going crosseyed with a sick, possessive rage. 

the entire class he watched her. like a fucking hawk intent on its prey, he watched her. which, on its face, is not altogether different from any other night. he watches her so he can transition from pose to pose without falling over; he watches her so he can lift or stretch a limb without throwing out his back. she’s his teacher, first and foremost, and the yoga has helped soothe his irritated muscles and the consistent roiling pit of anger in his stomach. 

but he also watches her because she’s glamorous, cheeky, downright fuckable. she know it, too; he’s sure of that now. she knows how good her ass looks in those tights, and she knows that if she bends forward just so he gets a full glimpse down the front of her tank-top. he knows that she hovers her hand over the dip in his spine for a reason. sometimes—most of the time—she doesn’t even touch him, but it’s just the heat of her palm hanging over his body that makes his face screw up tight and his mind falter in concentration. 

three times he’s had her sprawled out beneath him, that effortlessly smug look on her face replaced by the perfect circle of her mouth when she hits her peak. she may be in control for the sixty minutes of class, but the moment she turns, slick water bottle in hand, cocking her head slightly, eyes gleaming with want, he’s the one in charge. she knows that, too.

tonight, din watches from the back of the room while ralph—rob?—new guy takes his time. his fingers make firm indents in the soft, squishiness of his mat. they’re laughing—probably about something stupid, something din doesn’t understand, like seven dollar smoothies that taste like grass. his jaw hardens when she leans in and touches new guy’s elbow. 

there’s part of din that thinks she could simply be urging new guy to the door. her next class starts in fifteen minutes, and the old biddies like to be early. the other irrational, totally consuming side of din thinks she’s doing this on purpose. always playing a fucking game.

he stands from his crouch and shoves the sweaty mat under his arm. he’s not in the mood, not tonight. his bare feet slap on the polished floor, and he watches his shoulders expand in the reflection of the mirror.

“can i talk to you?” 

new guy’s head snaps to the side at the sound of din’s hard, unyielding voice. he’s shorter than din, not by much, but enough that his eyes have to tilt upwards. 

new guy huffs. he glances at her then back at din. he pushes away from the wall where he’s been leaning the last five minutes, nonchalant, greedy. “we were just—”

she glances at the clock hanging over the door, tilting on one foot nearer din. he can smell the sweat clinging to the back of her neck. “actually, chris, i need to freshen up before my next class.” with all the grace of a royal, she touches new guy’s arm, offers him a dazzling smile that leaves din’s lungs struggling for breath. “you understand? i’ll see you next week.”

chris (nowhere near close to rob) nods and hoists his tote bag over his shoulder. his gaze slides to din. his eyes narrow—slightly, but enough for din to notice. din notices everything.

“see you next week, man.” chris slaps din’s shoulder, his bravado clearly failing in the charged energy bouncing between din and her. he tries, though; that has to count for something, and din is never one to snort at resilience in the face of defeat.

chris leaves. the door shuts with a soft click behind him. din turns to her, but she speaks first.

“i wasn’t lying, din. i gotta freshen up.”

“okay, i’ll come with you.”

she arches a brow, bent at the waist to pick up a hand-towel from the floor. “i wasn’t really inviting you.”

“i wasn’t really looking for your invitation.”

her chest lifts on a hard inhale. the curve of her bra—dark blue—peeks out from beneath her gray tank-top. he blinks, holding her stare.

with a hard swallow, she turns on her heel and opens the studio door. it’s cool in the hallway, so unlike the cloistered air of the studio after ten bodies have huffed and puffed in awkward positions for an hour. the air-conditioning almost chills din’s hot blood, but when she turns, gives a wave to chris, hovering by the front desk, he nearly melts on spot, blood gone to lava. 

he grabs her elbow and squeezes. “get in the bathroom.”

down the hall, past the main office, empty now. past the small kitchenette; the light above the sink flickers. the single bathroom at the end of the dark hall. she turns the knob, slowly, slowly, always a fucking game.

impatient, din smacks his fist against the weak door. it swings open on a whine, and she falls inside when he nudges the small of her back with his opposite hand.

“din, my class—” 

he shuts the door, locks it, flicks on the light. god, this place is a wreck. all the court would pay for, considering. cracked coral tile covers the floor and half the walls. the single light fixture barely illuminates the room. a small basket of toiletries on the back of the commode do little to take away from the twenty years of grime clinging to every surface. 

din doesn’t care. this place—it brought him to her.

still, he’s vibrating with something unnameable. he wants her—badly. his cock is hard already, straining against his basketball shorts. but it’s more than that. he doesn’t want her touching new guy or any guy that’s not him. her touches, her smiles, her laughter—it’s his. he wants it to be his.

but he can’t very well tell her that. not with his past.

“i don’t care about your class.” it’s the honest to god truth. he doesn’t care, not tonight. “come ‘ere.” 

taking her elbow in hand once more, he pulls her back from the center of the room and twists. her back thumps against the door, the door itself loose in the frame, and he looks up. that could prove a problem. he might be a jackass, but he knows her: she’s private about this. the old ladies in the hall don’t need to hear how hard she moans when she creams on his cock.

he meets her eyes, sees the ever-present challenge there, and it snaps his resolve in half. always a fucking game. he’s tired of the game tonight.

with one hand grasping her elbow, pinning her to the door, he slides his palm down the front of her leggings with little preamble. his fingers are long. he finds the apex of her cunt with ease, and he slips one finger through her folds. he glances down.

“shit, you’re wet.” he swirls his middle finger through the juices coating her pussy. so fucking sticky. “did he do this to you?”

she lifts her head from the door, eyes hazy with desire now. the challenge is gone. “what?” her breathy voice, so similar to the tone she uses in class, used now because his finger is knuckle-deep in her cunt makes his cock throb.

“i said: did he do this to you? did he make this fucking wet?” withdrawing his finger, there’s a squelch, and she bites the inside of her cheek, chest flushed in shame. din replaces the single finger with two.

“who? ch-chris?” 

din scissors his fingers. she stifles a moan with her bottom lip and grabs his shoulder. “don’t say his name.”

“i—holy shit...” her head drops forward when his thumb circles her clit, his fingers pumping in and out and in and out at a leisurely pace.  

removing the hand clutching her elbow, din frames her face with his palm, thumb on one side of her jaw, pointer finger on the other. he holds firm. “i asked you a question: who made you this wet? you sound like a fucking whore, feel like one too.”

“it wasn’t...” she shakes her head as her hips begin to grind down, down, down against his fingers. “wasn’t him.”

“then who?”

“you,” she gasps. “oh fuck, right there.” 

din stills, drops his hand from her face, straightens his spine. he slides his hand from her warmth and stares at her, dumb, mute, ears ringing. “what?”

it’s her turn to be pissed. she frowns, squirming against the door. “why did you stop? i was gonna—”

“what did you say?”

maybe it’s something in his tone, or something on his face, but her expression clears, and she stops writhing. she tilts her head in earnest then says, “it was you, din. i’m—fuck, i’m always wet around you.”

he blinks.

“you make me so hot and bothered. it’s completely unprofessional, but, shit, you always—” she shakes her head, and a lock of hair falls in front of her her eyes. he resists the urge to tuck it behind her ear. “i can practically feel you stripping me with your eyes all class, and it should piss me off, but it makes me so fucking wet.”

“i thought you—” he snaps his mouth shut, unsure of where the sentence might lead. 

for a simple moment, a long moment, he stares at her. she stares at him. in the hallway, he can hear her next class shuffling about, making tea in the kitchenette, gossiping and chattering like old crows. 

he grabs a fistful of her tank top and yanks her forward. she doesn’t have time to gasp before he’s swallowing her surprise with his mouth. her hands fumble on his shoulders, his hips, the waistband of his shorts.

“don’t have long,” he huffs.

“it’s enough.” she pushes his shorts down as he wiggles the tight band of her leggings over her ass.

his tongue smoothes over hers, gentle and soft, as he lifts from beneath her ass and pushes her back against the wall. he kisses her as deeply as he can, says everything he can with his lips. he hopes she understands.

when she wraps her manicured fingers around his cock, he almost shatters. he mouths over her jaw, down her neck, sucking on her pulse point.

“be quick,” she whispers, lining the leaking head of him at her entrance. 

tonight, he won’t have a problem with that.

face hidden in the crook of her neck, he slides to the hilt of her in one easy thrust. she threads one hand through his hair, grips the thick strap of his own tank with her other hand. her legs lock around his back.

“so fucking tight,” he mutters. 

“fuck, din.” 

he drags his cock out before slamming it back in her pussy. her back thumps against the wall, her cunt gives another wet squelch, din sees stars. 

it’s a quick tumble. din hardly removes his cock after that initial thrust. short, snappy thrusts, his pubic bone brushing against her sensitive clit. she clenches down hard on his length, her breasts bouncing against his chest as she holds onto his shoulders for support. she’s gasping, whining in his ear. he’s talking, unaware of his own words.

“hate when you play that game, girl. your mine. this pussy is mine.” he grinds his cock upwards, and a sliver of a moan falls from behind her lips. “you know that right? say it. say you know it.”

she nods, and when he squeezes her hips, she breathes out a hurried, “i know it.”

“shit fuck, you are tight.”

“for you, baby. just for you.”

din cums. he would be embarrassed, but the orgasm rips through him like a shockwave, quick and devastating. he bites down on her shoulder to keep from crying out. she removes the hand gripping the curls at the base of his neck and finds her clit, rubbing frantic circles over the swollen bud until she too must bite her tongue to hide any evidence of her pleasure. din’s cock stirs when the warmth of her cum gushes around his length.

she laughs at that, smooths sweaty hair away from his forehead. “no time.”

din wants to kiss her, but he doesn’t. he only kisses her when they find another after class, desperate for a quick fuck. his window has closed, but his lips tingle with desire.

they’re quiet as they return their clothes to rights. she runs a paper towel under the sink, smoothes it over the inside of her thighs and the outer-shell of her pussy. she catches him staring in the reflection of the faded mirror.

“they may be old, but i know they know what cum smells like.”

din huffs.

they walk side-by-side to the door of the studio. the clock hanging at the opposite end of the office reads near seven. she’s late, but only just.

at the door of the studio, she turns. her mouth opens; he leans forward, heart hammering in his chest. someone inside calls her name when she cracks the door open, half-inside, half-protected by his bulk, his warmth.

she looks over her shoulder at the sound, and the look on her face—that vulnerable look, the one he’s never seen before—fades. “see you next week?”

din nods. “yeah...” a lump rises in his throat. “next week.”

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

welcome to arcane! : press start

by minervae

“I’m an excellent shot,” rung out through the speakers in a thick British accent. “Ok Caitlyn, I can get behind this.” Vi responded to no one before selecting Caitlyn as her agent. She really didn’t look at her abilities before choosing her, just purely went off of look (and tits). - when you get sucked into a video game but its ok because theres a hot girl with a gun helping you get out

Words: 2073, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Kai'Sa (League of Legends), Ahri (League of Legends), Corki (League of Legends), Ezreal (League of Legends), Riven (League of Legends), Miss Sarah Fortune, Hecarim (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Arcades, Inspired by Jumanji, I don't want to say it's like Sword Art Online...but it kinda is, Slow Burn, Is there anything gayer than falling in love with a pixelated woman, Arcade League AU, Useless Lesbians, Inspired by Wreck-It Ralph (Movies)

from AO3 works tagged 'Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)'

[bonvoyagenoona]

Challenge: 30 Questions Tag

Tagged by @palpalopaloma -- thank you for including me! Aries energy!! ♈

1. name/nickname: Cheryl 

2. star sign: Aries

3. height: 5′ 5″

4. birthday: March 25

5. favorite band: This is hard! Current fave is BTS, but I really love Lake Street Dive, and my all-time favorite band would probably be Death Cab for Cutie 🥺

6. time: 1:31 AM when I started!

7. favorite solo artist: This is even harder, so I’ll go with a current fave: Snoh Aalegra

8. song stuck in your head: "Thot Shit” by Megan Thee Stallion

9. last movie you watched: Re-watched Trixie Mattel: Moving Parts (I’m seeing her in October!)

10. free space! Knowledge is Power... France is Bacon

11. last show: Desus & Mero (god I love them)

12. when i created this blog: July or August 2020?

13. what i post: BTS fanfic, gifs, memes, and other stuff that I just think is cool 

14. last thing i googled: “desus mero the price is aight” (lol see #11)

15. other blogs: None

16. do i get asks? Yes as of late, and I’ve enjoyed them! Thank you!

17. why i chose my url? Chose it because I started writing fanfiction and wanted something related to the series that solidified my identity as a proud member of the Noona ARMY!

18. following: 556

19. followers: Just grateful whenever anyone stops by!

20. average hours of sleep: 6-8 hours, plus naps lol (she’s a sleepy girl)

21. lucky number: 3 and 25

22. instruments: Piano, oboe, mallet instruments, guitar, some drums, auxiliary percussion... I was and still am a band nerd!

23. what am I wearing? One of my fave pairs of VS sleep shorts and a Doctor Who t-shirt

24. dream job: Writer, but I’m actually really happy in my current role as a UX Researcher

25. favorite food: Why do I have to pick?! I guess right now it’d be my mom’s cooking

26. tea or coffee: Coffee

27. nationality: Filipino

28. favorite song: Again, really difficult, so I’ll go with a current fave, which is actually SZA’s highly-anticipated “Shirt”

29. last book i read: I’m beta reading my friend’s original work and first publication, and while I can’t share details about it, I just have to say that she’s incredible, and I will be screaming about her when the book is out!

30. top three fictional universes i would like to live in:

Bangtania, Delululand (hi roomie! @mochilatae)

Harry Potter (agree with you @palpalopaloma!)

Wreck-It Ralph land

Tagging (only if you want!): @purplehearts1996 @mochilatae @skyys-universe @soysuga @disvease @adventuresinwonderlust @jinpanman​ @svgahigh​ @tangledsparkles @yournameyn and anyone else who wants to join!

[katerix]

(How old is New Vegas? And it’s still my fav part! I feel like I need more Raul content even after all these years🥺)

Drink with the living dead

Characters: Raul Tejada x Reader Summary:  Courier and her companion returned to New Vegas after a long wandering to get a drink and gamble, but faced serious inhospitality. Six was not ready to leave her friend behind, so they changed their plans. Warnings: - Words: 2781

***

It was almost half past midday, when a dusty dirty road to New Vegas welcomed the wanderers with just another sandstorm without any declaration of war. Courier’s mirror aviator sunglasses could hardly stand that gusts of winds, so she decided to hide it in the pocket of her jacket until the better times. Six and her ghoul-companion were on foot for nearly five hours, and now the hightower of «Lucky 38» looked huge in contradiction from its look an hour ago.

It was not their first visit to New Vegas, but every time she saw a glowing and sparkling casino’s signs, she was bringing up the idea of going there and wasting an evening gambling and drinking. Just like everyone does. The fact that she spent here some time, passing all the entertaining places by, met with Mr. House and performed several missions for NCR ambassador, but still never took a break to try some of those things, these poor fellows from all Mojave wasteland were arriving for - was a crime by its definition.

Coddling this thought, Courier continued to trudge the nasty weather, until they walked up to the Northern gates of Freeside.

- What’s the plan when we reach Strip, boss? - asked Raul, shaking his dull-green jumpsuit down: it all was full of pervasive grains of sand, as well as the girl’s clothes.

- At first I wanna visit the «Lucky 38» apartment and change the outfit, then go to the bar and win big in the kazino!

- Perfect plan, chief, ironclad like my revolver. - the ghoul was sarcastic as usual, but didn’t evince any sight of disagreement.

When she turned around to continue movement, he added: “Wait, amigo, there's a tuft of straw stuck under your collar.” - and carefully extracted an annoying piece of flora, stuck to during the storm.

“Gracias!” - Six smiled widely and made a fast gesture of gratitude with her hand. Without wasting time, they passed heavy metallic gates.

Freeside met companions with a funky, stinking smell. She still couldn't get used to it. Dusty air seemed to mar the cityscape: it looked much pale and lighter than from the outside. Just fifteen minutes and they’ll reach the destination. The picture couldn’t be called unusual for this time of the day in this part of town: one or two shabby hobos against the dingy walls, kids in wrecked clothes playing a tag-game in the area of the «Mick & Ralph's», random citizens with roving glances, sneaking around, wasting their time in an idle attempts to figure out how to spend their life in this Dump. On the other hand, there are many places where people live even worse: take a look at Westside, for instance.

«What a hopeless sight, - thought the girl. - Hope the Followers are really able to do something about this in the future».

- Something on your mind, boss? - it felt like nothing could hide from Raul’s inquisitive look.

- Just thinking. I find this picture quite dismal, like there’s no tomorrow, and humanity is still doomed. Like there’s no chance to restore life, as it was before.

- When we are on the road again, I’ll tell you about the Football Cup in Mexico, if you like to hear another one “before the Bomb” story. - he obviously picked up on her mood and decided to cheer up the girl, carefully diverting the theme.

- I do. Have you attended it?

- Sure thing. That was a big day. We drove to the capital to see it with our own eyes.

- Sounds pretty good! Let’s not ruin the intrigue.

- You asked.

They passed a small cross-road, which didn't have to be called like that anymore, as it was just one of the ghosts of the past with it’s burned skeletons of cars, left here motionless as evidence of human lost ambitions. The air in this part of the town was stale, despite the fact that they were in the streets, the smell of some broiling meat and spoiled vegetables was sticky like an ant's nectar. Sudden wild cryings and shouts were heard from the nearest dead end. 

One glance was enough to understand that the Kings had cornered swashers, their prey, who were too fucked up and all-fired sure of themselves to attack the town’s main showrunners just a couple of minutes ago. And the Courier was not going to do anything about that: she herself was nearly butchered by one of them, shown up from nowhere. If it was not her loyal companion who dealt with it with one precise shot, she, probably, would be dead by now.

It took more than ten minutes to cover the distance between the East and Strip gates - right now there was no reason to hurry. As they got closer, the protectrons took up their positions immediately. One of them articulated “Move along” with a familiar metallic cold of lifeless voice of his, when companions were passing by.

“Never liked these guys. They are like slow mines: you never know what they do the next second.” - grunted out the Courier, as two of them found themselves on the first line of the Strip between “Lucky 38” and “Gomorrah”.

“Hey, so who is an old one here?” - the ghoul chuckled in response.

She went ahead, so he could never see how her lips slightly bended in a ready-to-laugh smile.

***

Presidential luxe met nomads with a deep, wrapping silence of a broad, gloomy space. This was definitely not the place a person could wish to stay in: walls with, once being gorgeous - now - greasy dark-wine wallpapers were giving an oppressive feeling. Six was happy that they didn’t have to stay here for long. Only to sleep or change the outfit maybe.

She got near to the wardrobe in her room, where the majority of things, accumulated during the long travels, were stored. Took out two dresses, went to the guest-room with a billiards. Raul was civilly waiting for her there.

- What you think? Which one?

He raised up his head, looked from under the sunglasses for several seconds, examining, and answered in a casual tone:

- It’s really up to you, boss. - made a pause, then added, like a little confused: - But I like the pink one. Might look graceful.

- Great! Exactly the one I wanted to pick.

The ghoul just gave her a hesitant nod, wondering if she noticed that detail. Courier went back to her sleeping-room and returned after some minutes, informing: “Ready to go! The next stop is “Ultra-Luxe”, yee-haw!”

***

After a while they were in the street again. All they needed was just to reach the second line of the Strip and pass a hundred meters to the “Ultra-Luxe”. Lots of NCR soldiers were hanging around, goofing off, as long as they had a chance, and indulging in lust in the nearest private clubs. Nothing unexpectable. When they passed by a small group of drunk, barely balancing on their feet big guys, Six suddenly heard a hushed voice from behind her back, addressing his teammates. “Do they let ghouls on the Strip now? Perfect, let’s make it a spooky ghost-town.”

“Yeah. That’s why civilization will start floating away again. Our attempts are meaningless.”

Only just Courier wanted to turn around and shout out something to those sons of a b or event take out a gun and shoot beneath their feet, Raul caught her arm:

- Hey, hey, calm down, that’s okay. NCRs are many here, you know, even for a dashing rider like you, boss. Even with me backing you up. From behind the farthest stone.

- But we can’t simply swallow that shit, Raul!

He just spreaded his hands:

- Fine, then go shoot them and be killed by protectrones because of two drunk idiots. Very helpful, chief. I’ll stay all alone, without my beloved companion but with a protected pride. Thank’s.

Six stood still for some seconds and nodded after that.

- Fine. Whatever.

Then merely continued walking in the direction of the cazino. The ghoul hesitated for a bit. He understood that she was acting out of good intentions and she just wanted to protect her partner, as she was the one who had a right of speech here. And that made his heart melt and he was silently praising her for that, because nobody seemed to do anything like that for him in a while. But picking a fight with these dummies, who fill the streets of Strip like water fills the canyon, was not wise.

“Sorry for that, Niña. I really appreciate what you do. I just don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. You don’t notice, but there are often lots of sidelong looks and hardly heard whisperings along the way. I'm used to it and don’t want it to affect you.” - he tried to lighten things up.

The girl turned her head a bit just for him to see her glance softening.

- Let’s just reach the bar and relax.

*** 

An unexpected trouble struck them further - black line has not ended yet. Courier already picked her place at the bar desk in the distant hall and ordered a glass of whiskey, when a bartendress leaned over and said in a low tone:

“I’m sorry, but here, in “Ultra-Luxe”, we serve only the citizens and guests of the Strip. I’m able to bring a drink only for you, ma’m.”

That was the last drop of her patience. The girl slowly raised her head at the bartendress, ready to blow up, and responded:

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- That’s the rule. I don’t need problems. You can ask any guard or another worker.

She bowed her head and gave a fast hidden glance at her ghoul-companion. He was sitting there next to her and looking straight at his arms crossed on the desk, like he had nothing to do with it. But he, of course, heard every word. His eyes weren't moving, just a finger was slightly knocking the air, producing a rhythm he alone knew. Six couldn’t even imagine what her friend might feel at the moments like that. An anger came upon her.

“Are you all that scumbags here? Keep your drinks for acceptable ones. Ma’m.” - the girl said, getting up from her barstool and heading towards the exit.

Raul stood up without a word and, as he always did, followed Courier. He had mixed emotions. On the one hand he was glad they left that place and that Six is such a kind and loyal partner, but on the other hand he felt a little guilty for himself. After all, it was him who was the reason for such inhospitality in some kind of place. Even now she couldn’t get what she wished for so hard. Her idea of “winning big” in the kazino seemed to be falling apart, as together they won’t be even let to the gambling table. And she, obviously, won’t leave him in the street and have fun on her own, and an old ghoul didn’t want to be a ball and chain.

- Boss? Are you sure we need to leave? Maybe you’d better stay there? And I’d wait for you somewhere else or go back to “Lucky 38”. Fresh air won’t do any harm for my old lungs.

- What are you even talking about? You know, even the best drink worth nothing, if there’s no one to share it with.

- You have a heart of gold, chiff. - these words came fast, in an undertone, as if he was embarrassed, - Well, I saw a small sign in Freeside. I believe we’ve never been in that part of the city before.

- Hope it’s not an «Atomic Wrangler».

- Nope.

- Great! You lead. They passed the ruins, generously spread all over the suburbs, while every their step sounded louder thanks to trash, small pieces of brick and other rubbish. The sun was already going down and the heat was getting less intense.

Finally they reached a small inconspicuous wooden door. Only a little sign next to it represented that place as a bar.

As they entered, nothing changed. There was not much to be changed. There were no crowds of gamblers, no fancy casino machines and no shiny-polished bar desk. Bartender was a man in old ragged clothes, probably in his late fifties. He was slowly wiping cut glasses with a gray dusty piece of fabric full of holes.

When the companions stepped in the room he just looked up at them without raising up his head and got back to his plain, simple activity. There were not many customers besides the two of them. A woman was sleeping on the table in the far corner - her head rested on her arms while her shoulders were calmly going up and down. Another guest settled down at the edge of the bar desk.

“Fancy,” - giggled the girl.

“Ah, let’s get down. Ladies first.” - Raul just waved his hand.

Six made a few steps in the direction of the bar desk and sat down, Raul followed her.

“Barman! Two beers, please”. - she laid some bottle caps in front of him.

The barkeeper took them and then put two opened bottles onto the surface.

“Bon appetit.”

Courier took her bottle up and clinked it loudly with Rauls one. His soft non-blinking sight of half closed eyes was locked on hers, while he made a sip. His heart always went pop when it felt like there were just two of them in the world, though he never showed that.

Raul looked around and suddenly his eyes stopped on a guitar lurked behind the racks.

“Hey, can I…?”

The barman followed ghoul’s gaze and shrugged his shoulders: “This piece of wood? Be my guest.”

In the next second he was on his feet. The courier raised her eyebrows as she almost forgot if she saw him that agile. Raul approached the metal shelves, put aside some garbage and waste paper, then carefully extracted the instrument and blew away the dust.

Six and the bartender were watching him closely. The ghoul got back to his chair, sat down crossing his legs to position the guitar more comfortably. Then pulled the first string to check out the tuning. It was no surprise that it was out of tune, so the next minute Raul spent trying to fix the instrument.

When everything, as he thought, was ready, he played a couple of notes in fingerstyle to flex some life back into his fingers. After nearly 200 years the skill was obviously weakened.

“I didn’t know that you could play the guitar.” - said the girl.

“Sure you didn’t. I never told about that.” - he looked back at her with a little smirk, - “What was the point if there were no music instruments left anyway?”

He laid his right arm down on the body of the guitar, fingers on the cracked wooden surface, and took a deep breath.

At first Courier could hardly hear or see the slightest movement of ghoul's fingers on strings, but soon the sound became more clear. She was sitting there with a bottle in her hand, unable to look away from her companion.

The sound of slow mexican melody floated across the room, filling every corner of the room with itself. The windows were closed with wooden boards from the outside, so the sunlight was trickling down through narrow gaps between them. Warm light was leaving gold-yellow lines on the walls, tables and the bardesk where the Courier and Raul were sitting. She could even see the tiniest specks of dust freeze in the air. The ghouls face was half hidden by a shadow and the sunbeams were highlighting one of his eyes which now looked like a beautiful transparent crystal and his hands all covered with veins and partially with thin skin.

The whole space imbued with peace and calm, even the impenetrable bartender set his glass aside and leaned his head on the hand, listening to the sensual music.

They travelled together for a while now, but never before had Six seen him the way she did now. Something new was arising in her soul.

“Hey chief,” - Raul closed his eyes and slightly threw back his head grinning a little, fingers still dancing over the strings. - ”You’re the best friend and partner one could ever wish for, you know. Thank you for always being on my side.”

“Raul, I’ll never leave my partner in crime behind!” - she chuckled as she felt like something pinned her heart.

The ghoul continued playing the tune without opening his eyes. A grin turned into a soft smile and the feeling of joy span all over him for the first time in a while.

“I’m following you to the world’s end, boss.”

Also, here’s a link to this fanfic on my AO3 (gif is mine \ use credits if repost)

[jadenite]

Lil Princesses: A Decade Later. Top version is from Jan 2021, bottom version is from Jan 2011. 

The original full resolution image for the 2021 one can be seen on my Patreon!

and not that it’s terribly important, but I’d appreciate it if you gave me a follow on Twitter and Instagram too!

So, I spent the past week working very diligently to recreate (& update) one of my first fully digital pieces. I’m pretty sure the original drawing was the first artwork I ever shared here on tumblr (if anyone’s particularly curious, you can check me on that by going all the way to the end of my art tag on my tumblr).

Okay so I’m gonna ramble quite a lot about this, because it’s so special to me, so for those who want to skip the text and keep scrolling:

But if you’re here to read some more notes on this little exercise, hooray!

Fun fact #1: I didn’t have a tablet back when I did the original one. I did it solely through the touchpad from the laptop. You may be asking yourselves “but...how?” Short answer: patiently. Long answer: obviously I didn’t free draw the thing, iirc I think this is how I learned to use the pen tool (the one that makes vector shapes and lines) in Photoshop. 

Fun fact #2: The watermark on the old one is freshly added, because I was a wee baby digital artist back then and didn’t know how important it was to have any type of identifying mark on a work when you share it on the internet. Not that I’m aware of any shady stuff happening with my art so far (because I’m not that a popular an artist on the internet), but still. 

Fun fact #3: I decided to add four more Princesses to the drawing to reflect the passage of time, however, they are all in their canon kid forms as they appeared in their respective movies; Ariel, Kida and Rapunzel also briefly appeared as kids canonically (Ariel’s Beginnings for Ariel if you remember that 2008 sequel) in their movies, but thankfully they just wore a kid’s version of their main outfit so I didn’t have to go back and alter what I initially made.

Other random notes:

There may be people who might argue that Vanellope von Schweetz from Wreck it Ralph and Lilo and/or Nani from Lilo & Stitch should have also been added. I’ve thought about this, but decided not to add them for a couple of reasons: 

Vanellope and Lilo are kids for the entire run of their movies, so I don’t think they would match the concept for the drawings; adding only Nani without Lilo seems a bit cruel under this condition

Vanellope meeting the Disney Princesses in WR2 was very meta, and the concept of the movie itself is quite meta in general, so it would have kinda changed the context of the drawing by adding her too imo

there is only so much unoccupied space available in the image; I knew I was pushing the amount of space I could fill with more characters by adding the 4 new ones already, so idk where I could have found space for two more and not made it look too busy; hopefully I don’t decide to do this again another decade later

I genuinely think I did a better job on the spatial relativity between characters in the 2011 one; idk they just ‘sit’ better and I wonder where and how I lost my ability to see things in space; granted, I think the perspective of the shelves, wardrobe etc is much improved in the 2021 version, but at what cost??? It is entirely possible my brain wanted the girls to be better viewed and not be obstructed by each other. I did punch up the color significantly in the new version after all, and it would have been a shame to have them sit too close to each other (visually). I may be overthinking this too much though.

~*Cinderella dress color discourse time!*~

Jk, we’re not doing that (again). I do want to pat myself on the back for getting it to look so good though! The more I look at it, the more I love it. I’ll probably draw Cindy and this dress some more in the future, because in the past few years I really got to love the entire color combo and how it looks overall. Ariel is still my #1 Disney gal, and at some point I’ll get to do her pink dress some justice too ( it can actually be seen peeking through the wardrobe behind Cinderella and Tiana)! and also the sparkly lavender one because I feel like we don’t talk enough about that one. Just one more dress color thing tho: I picked the light blue dress for Tiana instead of the green leafy one for two reasons: 1) to showcase an actual blue dress in the Disney canon right next to Cinderella’s and 2) I’m actually not that much of a fan of Tiana’s green dress and I like the simpler, blue one way more.

Okay that’s enough writing. Scroll forth!

[merlinbingo]

First up, I just want to say wow! Not sure what I was expecting when I started this, but you guys have just been amazing.

Over the course of January, we’ve had 126 sign-ups! Of those, 21 people have already created a whopping 43 fills, and one of you has even got a bingo!

All fills created in January (GMT) have been reblogged, and all badges earned in January have been sent out. If you think we’ve missed you, please reach out!

We’ve got a lot of fills to round up, so they’re all hidden below the cut and sorted by ship and then by rating.

Take a look, take heed of the tags/warnings/ratings (including those where the creator has decided to use the 'Not rated' and 'Choose not to use archive warnings' options - these works could contain anything at all, so please practice self-care when deciding whether or not to click on that link!) and make sure you leave these wonderful creators some love!

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In a Year, in a Season, in a Moment. by BardsBeBardin924 Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: A short series of short poems. Four characters, four seasons. Explorations of love and pain. Just the human things.

The Danger Of Frog Catching by Simoneleona & blueclaw7 Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: When Elyan heard of the frog catching adventures of his friend, he immediately wanted to do so himself. It is nothing new that Gwen is busy when Elyan wants to do something.

cat!Merlin by unmarkedinlife Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Court Sorcerer Merlin is still cute transformed into a cat.

No Sword in Our Lake by BardsBeBardin924 Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary: A fragmented Camelot reels in the immediate aftermath of the battle at Camlann. Queens, Knights, and Sorcerers come together to fight through their grief to do the one thing they know: live, and live, and live some more, for those who are no longer able.

Running by donttouchtheneednoggle Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary:

Burning by donttouchtheneednoggle Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary:

Immortal by donttouchtheneednoggle Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary:

Merlin/Freya

Freylin Avalon AU by camelotsheart Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Freya and Arthur have a conversation about Merlin in Avalon.

Merlin/Gwaine

Drowning by donttouchtheneednoggle Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary:

Arthur/Gwaine

Jealousy, Turning Saints Into The Sea by fxndom-hoe Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Gwaine is flirtatious by nature. Arthur gets jealous easily. What a fun mix.

Arthur/Lancelot

Servant by donttouchtheneednoggle Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary:

Arthur/Mithian

Brief Encounters by Fluffypotatey Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Two different times, Mithian can remember meeting Arthur. Now she is to marry him. She wonders if he even remembers her.

Merlin/Arthur

Take my hand, wreck my plans by heartsocold Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Arthur doesn't know how to be affectionate but for Merlin he'll try.

But first, skin care. by heartsocold Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Merlin and Arthur are bloggers who are introduced to the world of skin care.

Hopelessly devoted (to you) by Stardustwrites17 Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Summary: When Arthur and Merlin visit Queen Elena's castle, their stay gets prolonged by un unexpected storm.

when the truth comes out by heartsocold Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Summary: When a vengeful sorcerer kidnaps Arthur, Merlin will do anything to keep him safe. Even if that means revealing his magic.

I Miss Your Smile by QueenoftheBritons Rating: General audiences Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Once magic is made legal and Merlin is appointed Court Sorcerer, he thinks things should change rather quickly. Unfortunately, even now people will fool and take advantage.

Humans Are Annoying, Their Mating Practices Even More So by tehfanglyfish Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: After waiting for Merlin and Arthur to confess their obvious love for one another, Kilgharrah gets annoyed and takes matters into his own hands. Or rather paws. Or feet. Or whatever.

Secrets of a Lifetime by huniths-muse Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Arthur notices that his son has a very distinctive birthmark. Turns out, Merlin has one too.

standing in a timeless dream by Emma, or ItsAWonderfulLife on ao3 Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: For the “space” prompt - Merthur domesticity sharing the same living space and getting ready for bed.

standing in a timeless time by Emma, or ItsAWonderfulLife on ao3 Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Domesticity and occupying each other's space getting ready for bed.

he'll know me crazy, soothe me daily, better yet, he wouldn't care by Emma, or ItsAWonderfulLife Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Arthur and Merlin have kids and they're single parents and barely functioning humans.

Battered and Wrecked, I Come to You First by queerofthedagger Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Life has a habit of throwing challenges at anyone. Some are almost mundane, like surviving finals or breaking your wrist in a bike crash. Others are much harder, like standing up to your father and making your own path. All of them, though, are easier to bear if you have someone who sticks with you through hell or highwater.

I'd give you all the years of my life by Emma, or ItsAWonderfulLife on AO3 Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Hanahaki prompt - Merthur journey to find some magical people who may be able to cure Arthur's 'condition'. They're idiots as usual.

The Issue of Knighthood by evaelisaa Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Summary: Arthur offers Merlin knighthood (he has his reasons), but Merlin declines (he also has his reasons).

I'm already gone (chapter title is 'wish we had more time') by Emma, or ItsAWonderfulLife on AO3 Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary: Chapter summary: Merlin reminisces, and makes a wish. Story summary: I watched Wonder Woman 1984 and decided to make it Merthur so y'all can suffer with me.

Chapter title: 'anything you want' by Emma, or ItsAWonderfulLife on AO3 Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary: Chapter 2 of fic 'I'm already gone' - Merlin makes tea and toast and is just grumpy on main with his cat mug, Ralph. Someone might be coming back at the end of this chapter. Merlin Bingo Square #C5 - Slice of Life.

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown by emma.freeman313 Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Ostracise: to exclude, by general consent, from society, friendship, conversation, privileges, etc.

Heavy is the heart that loves the crown by emma.freeman313 Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Duty of care: a moral or legal obligation to ensure the safety or well-being of others. Servitude: the state of being a slave or completely subject to someone more powerful. Devotion: love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person or activity. Love: indefinable.

to ash and dust by TheDragon Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: They used to be different, the dreams; they've changed over the years. The person condemning him to death used to be nothing more than an expressionless, vacant face attached to a man's body; yet when he moved to Camelot it became Uther: his face red with rage and veins throbbing at his temple and the side of his neck.

fireworks by Emma, ItsAWonderfulLife Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary: Arthur gets acquainted with the new world. Something continues to be wrong with Merlin's magic. The plague spreads to other continents. Basically just Arthur being a space nerd.

the beauty in what is by ItsAWonderfulLife (Emma) Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary: Arthur's POV for this one folks. The Winter Solstice comes to Avalon, and to Glastonbury. Merlin thinks he's good at keeping secrets but Arthur has another informant.

truth by ItsAWonderfulLife (Emma) Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: Major character death Summary: The big sad chapter. Arthur has to go back, because they have to save the world. The death is very much temporary though I promise I require happy endings always.

in the winter night sky, ships are sailing by ItsAWonderfulLife Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Merlin and Arthur are happy with their relationship. They're madly in love, and have no need for sex. The rest of the world doesn't really seem to understand, but that's okay.

don't tell me what to do by ItsAWonderfulLife Rating: Teen Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Arthur's last name is PenDRAGON.

Kisses and Kingdoms - Royal Merlin by Emma, emma.freeman313 on Spotify Rating: Mature Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: The playlist tells the tale of Merlin being born as a druid prince and his parents celebrating (Daughter), for he symbolises a new hope for magic users everywhere. He spends his youth carefree and wild in the druidic realm and amongst nature (Pierre), but eventually leaves for Camelot (From Eden) to negotiate peace treaties with the new king once Uther passes, where he meets King Arthur and is instantly enamoured (ocean eyes). He is delighted to discover Arthur is lovely and wants peace as much as he does, and they work together, but he falls in love with him, and, believing Arthur to be in love with Gwen, grows extremely sad (I couldn't be more in love) and flees to the woods. Arthur rides after him, catching up to him to inform him he's an idiot, Gwen's married to Morgana, and that he's hopelessly in love with Merlin (Can't help falling in love). Merlin is overwhelmed with emotion and proposes to Arthur (Marry Me), binding them with druidic love runes for marriage. They rule over a prosperous and thriving combined Camelot/foresty kingdom of love and acceptance at such a young age, still intimidated by the responsibilities they face and still dealing with some TraumaTM on Arthur's part but grateful to have each other (Young God).

Falsely Accused by johnlock-and-merthur-4ever Rating: Mature Ao3 warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Summary: Arthur is out on a hunt when Aredian arrives. Aredian accuses Merlin of being a sorcerer and things go downhill. (Or uphill depending on who you are)

some of us love you Achilles, it's not much but there's proof by ItsAWonderfulLife Rating: Mature Ao3 warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Summary: Merlin Bingo #G5 'Illnesses' - After a fight with Merlin, Arthur flees to the only place in the city he can breathe. Morgana helps him talk about his feelings. MASSIVE TW FOR MENTION OF SUICIDE AND DEPRESSION. Nobody dies. Happy ending. Sad fic.

Go for It (Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt) by nuttersinc / Leandra (ao3) Rating: Explicit Ao3 warnings: Underage Summary: Merlin is definitely not in love with his soon-to-be stepbrother Arthur. In fact, they have trouble being civil to each other. Their animosity doesn’t keep Merlin from misappropriating Arthur’s shirt for a guilt-tripped wank though.

Reflecting Ecstasy by MerthurAllure Rating: Explicit Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Arthur fingers Merlin in front of a mirror so he can watch

You Give Me Fever by slantedknitting Rating: Explicit Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Arthur is a history teacher who just wants to live his life in peace. Morgana is the frontwoman of a successful band, and she bursts back into Arthur’s life after a two-year estrangement. As Arthur wades cautiously back into his sister’s life, he meets the band’s new drummer, Merlin. Merlin is charming and clever and, per Morgana’s decree, off limits to Arthur. Now Arthur has to decide if he wants to appease his sister or go after what (who) he really wants.

protective merlin by bananichu Rating: Not rated Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: its a drawing

the violet sheds (Ch. 2) by unmarkedinlife Rating: Not rated Ao3 warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: After Arthur discovers Agravaine's treachery, he follows Merlin and Gwaine to Chemary. The revelations that follow will change everything.

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Tag Fact #3 -  I’ve come to realize I’ve always been a fan artist more than I thought. so here is a timeline of influences that shaped my childhood to now. from nostalgic times, to sad changes, to great loss, to strange rises to fame and phases, to stepping stones and finally a laughing place. all the things that make up your favorite fan artist Tag.

1. Rayman (bumped into this in the year of 1999) was actually the first fandom (with crossovers) I bumped into when I was 9. although the internet wasn’t available at the time it was still fun to dwell in home amusements. I remember the storylines and the OC’s I made but they’re kind of embarrassing and it’s probably a good thing there was no internet. I’ve done fanart and comic crossovers of Rayman with Calvin and Hobbs and Nights Into Dreams, spinoffs of Sonic the Hedgehog OC’s, Yoshi with Pikachu, and the Pokemon/Digimon craze with OC’s and other Nintendo comic shorts. but the drawings and comics are long gone and disappeared in the garage in a backpack due to suspecting my sister’s dad accidentally throwing them away. years later towards the year 2018 (now 28), we decided to move to North Carolina and it was my chance to find them again. unfortunately the backpack was gone just like I suspected (my main stuff), but for some reason I found my Pokemon/Digimon fanart, a good batch of Super Mario drawings (vaguely remember doing these), my sister’s drawings and some other neighborhood kids’ drawings in a dirty box. I was partially happy I found something at least but it was the backpack I wanted the most. sometimes I regret not looking for the backpack (’cause I was too busy being a kid) but it’s alright, noone needs to see that shit anyway, ha ha. anyways, I recall being a fan of Rayman from 1999 ‘til 2002.

2. Sonic Adventure 2 Battle (bumped into this in the year of 2003) my second fandom I bumped into when I was 12 going on 13. at the time, my sister and I both liked the Sonic The Hedgehog Franchise based on the Battle remake and ended up making our own secret fanart club that consisted of only us two members. she liked Sonic (and that was her boyfriend, ha ha) and I liked Knuckles (and he was my boyfriend, ha ha) and we were crazy in love about Shadow’s backstory. we listened to the game’s soundtracks as we drew fanart and comics after school and man, those were good times. however, as we grew older towards the year of 2005, we ended up having separate rooms and I believe it played a part in disconnecting on the same interest. then one day, I asked her why she wasn’t into Sonic anymore and she replied, “Because I grew up.” I was sad after that and slowly observed that she was influenced by the emo culture and the new friends she’s made. I was the only member of our little club for a little longer...but eventually I moved on too. I still have some surviving fanart we did together but it doesn’t mean shit anymore since she turned out to be an abusive mother from the last I’ve heard of her. 

3. Gorillaz (bumped into this in the year of 2006). as the Sonic years were at its end, I first heard the song “Feel Good Inc” on Music Choice and seeing the first image of them as displayed on this post (except the fan-made background doesn’t count since I can’t find the original artwork). this was my third fandom and later had proper access to the internet to the website I still currently use called DeviantArt. at first I liked 2D but eventually fell for Murdoc and developed a spiritual connection towards the character as obviously seen in my old fanart and rare photos of my devotion shrines on Valentine’s Day and his birthday every year. for the longest time since being a permanent fan from 2006-2017 (11 1/2 years) I had no knowledge that it was a political propaganda band and other realizations I don’t want to talk about. I only followed them because it was a cartoon and not the bullshit behind the musical project. the world I’ve built and support for them for all those 11 1/2 years shattered the fuck out of me and I just wanted to be left alone to find myself again, somehow. activity stopped on all my profiles, the flow of fanart stopped since I now cringe from the fan service and felt I was used for my talent. I didn’t want to be reminded of it all so I took down all my Gorillaz fanart and archived them for old followers’ nostalgia but also in the hopes they’ll be forgotten in my timeline. I ceased to exist in the fandom for huge personal reasons but it’s best to not say why. I know for sure that the fandom wonders what happened but it’s none of their business. THE END.

4. Waluigi (although I knew he’s been around since 2000 during childhood, I took deep interest once I revisited the character again in the year of December 2013). as silly as this sounds, when I revisited him again, the character was so bizarre that I ended up staying up 3 nights and 3 days in a row just looking all over the internet on everything about him and the questionable ���hush-hush” absence of a backstory. despite there being no backstory he slowly gained a cult following and in many ways it’s a good thing. however, since the early 2010′s tension has been building up between Nintendo and its fans about him starring in a main game but everyone hasn’t fully gotten it in their heads that it’s not gonna happen. as long as Nintendo is in control of that, the fandom will not win, I’m sorry to say. on the other hand, if it’s going to be this way, then that’s what fanart and comic projects are for. as for me, I am doing my very best to get my comic project “Waluigi Land” going. again, I apologize if it’s taking very long to get Chapter 2 going if you’ve been keeping track but aha moments need to develop before I start permanent drawing (since concepts, character design and storyline needed improvement badly). as of right now I am still a Waluigi fan and I will not quit on him.

5. Turbo from Wreck-It-Ralph (although it debuted in 2012, I watched the movie two years later into the year 2014). for some bizarro reason, I had an unhealthy obsession with this character to the point where I dressed up as him for Halloween 2014. only 2 fanarts of him and the Turbo Twins exist on my profiles, mainly because my mind was more focused on just ‘thinking about him’ or ‘being him’ rather than drawing physical drawings. luckily, this supposed alleged fandom didn’t last long a little after Halloween so I chalk it up as a very short phase. to this day I don’t know what has gotten over me about him. the only thing I can think of now is that I think it’s because the character had yellow eyes and teeth but I don’t know. now that I think of it, that little fucker was ugly as hell and I STILL don’t know what had gotten over me. one day, my brother mentioned what that was about, and I said to him, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

6. Undertale (although it debuted in 2015, I later took interest in it in 2016). It was all about Sans and Papyrus. I couldn’t get enough of the skeleton bros. eventually Toriel and Mettaton EX became my favorites but it took a long time to draw more of all 4 of them because I had other important things to do in my life plus I was still waiting for the next Gorillaz album to revive my imaginative juices (or so I thought). I really want to have this as one of my frequent fandoms but I just don’t have time for it anymore. it’s still in the back of my head to want to draw them but at this point I still have other better interests to be in. and besides, I’m lazy just like Sans.

7. Cuphead (June 28th, 2017 was the official day I called quits on the British-based band Gorillaz due to the bullshit behind it. since that date I was lost, had no inspiration to look forward to and no cartoon guy to make me smile...but lo and behold of the same year, I took an interest in playing the game Cuphead and man...that shit was a frightening exaggerated metaphor for being on that one drug (forgot the name though) and having sex at the same time but man that was the best fun I’ve had in years. I mean, it’s like, enemies are just so happy to murder you and that scared the shit outta me. and the facial exaggeration?....I think I should stop, ha ha. anyways, the Moldenhauers saved my ass from spiraling down, they have no clue. anyways, eventually I became a permanent fan of their work so to ease the hurt and erase my past from the G-fandom I had to re-wire my brain into a different cartoon category that’s a rather more American, so anything Toon related like Roger Rabbit, Felix the Cat or another favorite that’s a western-based cartoon makes me feel better, especially my new man .......King Dice <3 <3<3<3. however, there was something about this new fandom category I still didn’t quite understand until the date March 14th, 2020. I finally understood what it was but I feel I shouldn’t bring it up. anyways, Cuphead and anything western or rubber hose is my last stop in inspiration for the remaining years of my life. many say never say never but I believe I’ve found my laughing place and that’s all that matters.

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Dude I’m really funny in a laughing at her way. Just went through an old tag and witnessed when over the course of like two hours I reblogged a bunch of wreck it ralph posts where I openly crushed on fix it felix. Can you imagine seeing a mutual on your dash and having that just randomly revealed to you I’d be SICK!!