#TOO MANY FRICKING COINCIDENCES

[breezysuffers]

Slight Wedding Spoilers

So the wedding is confirmed to be nice and happy, and I’m great with that.

I just hope the DAMN crew is alright for Damien’s bday

[lilianhuas]

When I started reading the DMBJ book series many years ago, initially it was to help my Mandarin lessons & classes.

Then watching the various productions never once imagining this series would hook me in. It did this in two ways: 1) they’re so much fun and fascinating to read/watch. 2) …PingXie. I know dmbj is not a danmei in genre, but those two are really fascinating. (HeiHua is too, but that’s another story).

One of the highlight moments of the series that is engraved in my mind is this piece here in the finale part of the series: 大结局 when Wu Xie believes Xiao Ge has died:

““I saw Xiao Ge, his faced buried in the clothes. I stumbled and my body stiffened. At that moment, my mind went blank.

I couldn’t describe that emptiness in my heart. Suddenly I just did not know what I should do.

Xiao Ge died? What a joke. He really is dead? This must be the ultimate joke.

“Wake up, we’re home,” I patted his face. Inexplicably, I felt a bit funny.

“I know,” Pangzi said. His voice was very low.

At that moment, my hands began shaking uncontrollably. I looked at my hands and realised I couldn’t feel any sorrow.

My heart screamed. My fricking God, Xiao Ge is really dead. Men You Ping is really dead! There was such a possibility in this world: That Mèn yóu píng could actually die.

This ancient mansion of the Zhang family was truly powerful. I thought Ghostman was only giving us a scare, but everything turned out shockingly true. Mèn yóu píng was always incredible – like a miracle. His death suddenly made people realise that the world had become extremely real and cruel. Couldn’t all miracles be eternal? Still, there was no such thing as a miracle. Everything was a coincidence, and now the coincidence was no longer around.

After a while, I began to feel a shade of sadness. I felt that my instincts would collapse soon, but I could still sense that discomfort as my emotions tightened up. I was aware that I must not let my emotions take the better of me. If I subdued to this sadness, I might die here. The feeling in my heart was strange. It wasn’t just sadness. I didn’t know if people could comprehend this complexity.””

And I’m sold, though it’s just a personal viewpoint. What added to it was when I saw it on screen was in Reunion Season 1 episode 6; when Long Ge’s Wu Xie loses his mind thinking Xiao Ge’s dead.

[tryhardgwen]

rs archive 03/13/2024:

if u would, I’d love to hear about the inevitability of fakenut

hello!! sorry it took me a while to get to this ask 🥲 i have a lot of thoughts to like compile. so. oh my god. fakenut. where do i even start.

i guess just like my gumakeria post, ill talk a bit about fakenut's music. it's essentially taylor swift, hozier, mitski, sleep token, and suki waterhouse. the neighbourhood (chip chrome and the monotones) and lizzy mcalpine (over the ocean call HELLO?). my um PINNACLE fakenut song is wildest dreams by taylor swift. no notes. theres just a certain type of longing and pain that comes with this ship. probably bc theyve been through like 8 divorces.

and the history. so much of fakenut is history!! okay, so boom lets go to 2017. but actually 2016. rox fricking lost to skt in in the semis of worlds (which skt proceeded to win) then peanut jOINS SKT, the team that eliminated his team from worlds and then. commence fakenut bc wtf oh my god they were so in love. faker was so obvious. so was peanut. it fucking kills me. SPRING!! MSI!! and then. oh worlds 2017 XDD HAHAHA

THE SELF SABOTAGE. THE HISTORY. HELLO PEANUT RAN AWAY TO CHINA?????? the difficulty of maintaining a relationship in the esports scene?? theyre pitted against each other in games, and its sort of a cycle of "if i lose to you will you think less of me / will i not be worthy of your love" but also "he beat me so i couldn't win so i cant be happy about that either." its hard to be happy when they beat you, or when they win and you didn't. its never going to be perfectly happy. there are small cracks. theyre a cycle of losing and trying again and getting back together and falling apart, not in a particularly soap opera way but in a tragic way! because they want to be together so desperately but its hard, and it fails so many times, but they will always keep trying.

their dynamic too bc!! back then they were so obviously in love and then they went thru divorce arc and then back together and atp its just so much mutual pining too. but also like... fakenut r just mom and dad. they are!! they just have this magnetic pull to each other. binary stars in the universe that always come together. yeah, fun fact according to wikipedia "some binary stars orbit each other so closely that they share the same atmosphere, giving the system a peanut shape." COINCIDENCe??????? I THINK NOT BITCH. the clock stays ticking but fakenut will always be the same. i dont really have any particular motifs i use for fakenut honestly, but theyre very starry and celestial. theyre just enduring and pragmatic and its so ?? ridiculous sometimes?? how do they keep doing this. how do they end up everywhere. idk. theyre history filled and ridiculous and theyre gonna keep thriving.

ok thank you for this ask please we need more fakenut truthers!!!! they are inevitable. ily and have an amazing day.

[suiana]

So to give to a little context first. I have a friend whom I met from my old online school. We have a enemies dynamic. We've each other for 2 years now. When we first met I was the one who talked the most, which he used to see as "annoying". Ever since I left the online school and became busy with my new irl school, I started messaging him less and when I do, he acts more and more nicer and chill than before. To the point he stared flirting with me but I always brushed it off as I also flirt with everybody. Did I forget to mention we are the complete opposite of each other. He's extremely introverted online while I'm literally just putting out my phone number for everyone to see. Irl tho I'm introverted and scared of people unlike him who suddenly has the ultimate rizz and getting into fights with other boys.

One time he messaged me while putting on his just as he got out if the shower. Lemme tell you I was dense af back then. He literally asked for shampoo recommendations. I didn't know anything about men's hygiene so I told him to use a flower scented shampoo. He left for 15mins which I thought was because he was drying his hair. No he was running to the store. He asked for which shampoo brand I use. I didn't want him to know that much about me so I said any sakura scented one.

Another time was when we were talking about a game we like and he thought about cosplaying the character I liked and I thought of it as just some teasing between friends and went along with it by saying I prefer the female characters.

I'm always questioning my sexuality so I'm always joking around that I'm gay and I think that's the reason why he hasn't been straight forward.

He started his own irl school last week and a girl kept looking back and forth at him and when he was about to go home she stopped him saying he could always ask her for help about studies and the school.

And again with a different girl but this time is his deskmate. Apparently every single girl he has met had asked him if he has a gf to which he responded with "not ur business" and I already knew something wasn't right at this point because I have seen his face before and he is mid. Sure ig some girls r into tall boys but he's a freaking emo.

And did I tell you about my suspicion about his deskmate not even being a real girl because the Coincidences if them being neighbors and having way too much in common is too suspicious. Did I also mention "her" personality is completely unreal. She says she's "not like the other girls" and HE him out of all people fricking agreed

And his description of her sounds exactly like me. Short wolfcut, gets mistaken as a boy, kinda tall. Even her behavior is like mine, Just randomly zoning out. And the last thing that completely threw me off guard was her grades. She's the Top of the class. I'm literally part of the student council.

But then I wanted to meet her too if she was comfortable with it but y know what he said.

Idk I can

He thinks I might accidentally hurt her feelings. He has known me for nearly 3 years.

And his response to me was

"Didnt mean it but since she has many mental issues and tried to suicide her self because of got bullied and mocked,i just don't want to makes her feel bad and depressed"

I relate to her so now im always telling him to protect her even if her stories might be worse than mine.

But now that I'm rethinking about it

I think he's lying to me

I heard getting advice from random strangers on the internet is better than getting actual help /j

I actually really like him and I don't have the courage to confront him directly about it

There's a very high chance I'm just being delusional and should continue being some wingman

But I don't have any other friends to tell this and I really need to get it off my chest and get other ppls opinions so I hoped I didn't make too many Grammer mistakes

don't worry about making grammar mistakes it's totally ok

u should subtly try to egg him on for answers

like asking what's Ur ideal type, what would u do if u date me, do u think we'll be more than just friends etc

if he hints that he does like u maybe u can shoot your shot lol haha, and don't be disheartened if he rejects u, there's plenty of fish in the sea :3

imo u probably have a good chance of getting that because he probably likes you ++ no guy I've seen would do such things for someone they just call a friend :)

I hope everything goes well for you bae and all the best

[avionvadion]

Okay, I must be blessed by Apollo or somethin’ because this is getting ridiculous.

All the freaking coincidences in my Twisted Wonderland fanfic aside, mostly featuring Eleanora and Ellis’ names, Mal’s mood changing weather, having to tear the Ink Monster from the Overblotter, and Grim scratching up Yuu’s hands, let’s talk about how RIDICULOUS THIS IS like-

I played Ocarina of Time when I was small, on the N64, and never beat it because I refused to let Link wear anything but the blue tunic. Cut to, like, fifteen years later, my sister convinced me to play Breath of the Wild. I do so, I become obsessed, now I wanna write a fanfic.

Okay. I love Time!Link, he is the one I grew up with. Let’s involve the Ocarina. Which OC should I use? Hmm. Definitely has to be Hylian, but Eleanora and Irene don’t sound like Hylian names. Oh, I know! Let’s use Iliana; it’s pretty, sounds Hylian, and will make it easy to differentiate from the other fics since I have so many of Irene.

Hrm. I should watch Zelda playthroughs so I know the lore. Let’s start with Twilight Princess! I know he’s the descendant of Time! Link. Wait. His best friend is named Ilia? Holy frick, that’s crazy, but heck yeah. Just means Link and Iliana’s friendship will be destined.

I come up with the plot for the fanfic. Decide to make Iliana and Iliandra. Have Iliandra be the many greats descendant of Time and Twilight. After Iliana makes her appearance, she goes from GODDESS STATUE TO GODDESS STATUE PLAYING ZELDA’S LULLABY TO SPEAK WITH HYLIA, the goddess that brought her here and merged her soul with Iliandra’s own, TO RECOVER THE MEMORY OF THE SONGS ILIANDRA HAD REPRESSED.

I start watching a Skyward Sword playthrough to make sure I’m writing Hylia decently. I get to the second to last episode. ZELDA explains that she HAD TO GO FROM GODDESS STATUE TO GODDESS STATUE TO RECOVER HER MEMORIES OF HER TIME AS HYLIA.

WHAT.

I consider myself a creative person, but I can not make these parallels up purposefully. I am too dumb for that kind of mastermind shenanigans.

I am clearly a child of Apollo that has been unclaimed and was never brought to Camp Half-Blood. I don’t know what else it could be.

Even my sister is joking that I’m a seer.

This is insanity. Hilarious, but insanity.

[smilingperformer]

Little rant under the cut I'll end up deleting at later date.

I hate how the pokemon fandom now seems to have fights over the name Liko like I've seen precure fandom have over it and all the reasons on people saying "it's Riko" is like, god damn it people, she's not from Kanto therefore her name being japanese based isn't actually a common sense lol. It's not a disrespect or translation error is the freaking ANIMATION STUDIO USES IT.

Japanese language doesn't have la li lu le lo. That is correct. But that's why they use ra ri ru re ro for any foreign names. Names like Laura La Mer (example from Tropical-Rouge! Precure), Lilie, Gladio, Lusamine, Alan, Lei, you name it. Had this clip actually said a very clear Riko, I would go with it. But it does NOT say Riko. It says Liko. I've listened to it more times than necessary. She's confirmed paldean. Therefore her name is supposed to be foreign. Not japanese-origin. If she was Kantonese, I'd assume Riko too.

I don't know why I get so frustrated about this asfjghsfhghf. It's not like the studio itself wouldn't know how to write their character's name. Even Pokémon press site specifically states the names Liko and Roy are on the japanese version. Specifically. Meaning they could have different dub names.

I guess seeing people go and try to correct people using Liko with "it's Riko because this and that" is so fricking annoying because like... think. Think. Why do people use Liko? Because that's the official reveal. If every reliable translator is using it (and they are), then it is Liko.

And yes, in Maho Tsukai Precure Cure Magical is Liko, not Riko. She's not japanese either, she's a witch from magical world. There are sooooo many examples of names in japanese media that are meant to be la li lu le lo but are written with ra ri ru re ro due to them being closest. The name's pronounciation tends to be confirmed in merchandise. I guess for this debate to end there needs to be an article from magazine or merchandise of her that clearly shows Liko. Animedia and Spoon.2Di at least like to show the romanji form of their names in articles.

I'm also more and more convinced that Liko meaning a leaf bud in Hawaiian origin is not a coincidence with Sprigatito being her partner. It's a perfect match.

I know it's stupid to be so hung up on this. I don't even know why I'm hung up on this. Probably because there are so many smartasses who think they know better than the fricking announcer of the name. Like what lol. I trust the animation studio announcement hella lot more.

(Ok sure merchandise shows Gladio is Glazio and I know most of us prefer Gladio because of the name origin, but that still keeps the la instead of ra)

No allowed reblogs because I'm not gonna discuss this further I just hate how many try to contradict official info lol. I'll try to calm down on this topic after this as well, so. I'm not telling people to not use Riko if they really want to use it, but DON'T try to correct other people to say Liko is wrong, because clearly it's not. Riko is technically wrong but only if you don't write it as リコ lol.

[byoldervine]

Oh frick I’ve never been in a tag game before! Thank you @icarianauthor! I’ll be using my MC Persephone Foster from my Byoldervine WIP :)

Are you named after anyone?

“The Greek goddess, maybe? My mum said she didn’t know I would be immortal but if that’s the case it’s one hell of a coincidence…”

When was the last time you cried?

“Tears of laughter; Ellegaarde said orgasm instead of organism in front of the class. It was about two months ago and she’s still mortified.”

Do you have kids?

“Nope, and I’d like to keep it that way; I can’t even take care of myself, let alone a kid. Working with some is more than enough.”

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“Quite a bit, yeah, but I gotta make sure I know my audience.”

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

“Hair, I guess? Also people’s eyes; it’s how I remind myself to make eye contact.”

What’s your eye colour?

“Brown. Clearly you need to work on your eye contact, too.”

Scary movies or happy endings?

“Scary movies don’t do much for me outside of the jumpscares. I guess actually dying on the regular kinda desensitises you to it. They’re fun when I can sit there bitching about it, but I do love a classic happy ending more.”

Any special talents?

“I mean, aside from coming back from the dead, nothing much. I’m good at parkour, I guess. Oh, and glyph magic, but that’s just what happens when you’re in a classroom for that sort of thing for most of your life.”

Where were you born?

“Terran, aka the human realm. England, if you wanna get specific.”

Do you have any pets?

“No, but the Acarons have a Barghest named Mauthe that I always get to cuddle.”

What sports do you play?

“Sports? Actually not many. I like running and parkour and stuff, but I haven’t really played many actual sports since I came to Tyrion. All the sports up here happen in the sky, so…”

How tall are you?

“I’m 5’3”. I’m an adult, I’m just short.”

What was your favourite subject in school?

“Glyph magic, easily. Or did you mean in human schools? Uh… PE, I guess?”

What is your dream job?

“Well at the moment I work with Ellegaarde as a teaching assistant, and I’m loving that. I’ve never put much thought into other jobs, I’ve always just wanted to be like her.”

Thanks again for bringing me into this game! My tags are gonna be: @taylortut and @the-ellia-west, as well as open tags of course. I need to interact with more writing blogs

OC questionnaire~

thank you @agirlandherquill for this tag!!! Since last time I did Azul from my wip "The Memories Of The Future", this time I'll go with Sophie, the other main character of this story.

Are you named after anyone?

"To be very honest with you, I don't know. Maybe, but maybe not. My aunt once mentioned something about a grandma named Sophie, but I doubt it since my aunty likes to mess with me a lot"

When was the last time you cried?

"The last time was probably when I stubbed my toe this morning. I am very clumsy and even though I've been living in the same house for sixteen years, I still didn't memorize the layout of it."

Do you have kids?

"Still sixteen so kids are out of the question."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"I try, but I'm very bad at it. My aunt is way better than me at being sarcastic"

What is the first thing you notice about people?

"How they walk. Sounds weird, but it always fascinates me how much you can learn from a person from something as simple as walking."

What's your eye colour?

"Grey. I'm very proud of them."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Happy endings, always."

Any special talents?

"Not really. Unless having zero sense of direction and holding the record in getting lost in the shortest of times, then yes, I have a special talent."

Where were you born?

"I don't know. Every time I try to ask my aunt about it, she tells me there's no reason to tell me since I won't visit that place anytime soon."

Do you have any pets?

"I do. A one-year-old Border Collie named Pepper. She is my best friend and I won't go anywhere without her. I got her as a birthday gift from my aunt and we've been inseparable ever since."

What sports do you play?

"You won't get me to move unless it's for going on a walk with Pepper, but I did some gymnastic with my aunt when I was smaller, if that counts. I did quit really fast, but I still know how to do a split."

How tall are you?

"I'm 5,2 ft, but I'm still hoping to grow."

What was your favourite subject in school?

"I'm getting homeschooled by my aunt, or better yet, my aunt gives me the books and I have to study alone so I get to study whatever I like however I like and the subject I dive into the most is history"

What is your dream job?

"I want to become a history teacher and teach all about my favorite events that shaped the world into what it is now."

I'm still shaping her, so this questionnaire was really helpful!!! Tagging with no pressure @frostedlemonwriter , @icarianauthor , @mysteryofvampires and open tag~

[mafaldaknows]

Timothee speaks in paintings, and it screams love.

our boy is under a heavy spell 😊

Hello, Anon:

Indeed, he is.

There are so many incredibly stunning masterpieces at The Frick Madison, the temporary home of the extraordinary Frick Collection, but “The Progress of Love” series, depicting the four ages of love, by French painter Jean-Honoré Fragonard were the ones specifically featured in this beautiful collaboration with Timmy’s good friend, JR.

“The Progress of Love” is described by The Frick Collection as one of the most powerful evocations of love in the history of art. I have had the pleasure to see these exquisite paintings in the salon at their original location at the Frick Collection on Fifth Avenue, and they are even more lively, colorful, playful, and so thrilling to see in person.

We sit with Timmy seated in front of “The Progress of Love: The Pursuit” to the left, and “The Progress of Love: The Meeting” to the right, as he contemplates what’s about to happen, and we are given the opportunity ponder the beautiful paintings along with him.

This is not a coincidence.

We watch as he makes his way through the museum, tearing his way through JR’s doorways.

He stops dead in his tracks in front of this sculpture.

This is also no coincidence.

Timmy speaks in sculpture, too.

Thanks for your comment. ☺️🤍❤️🧿

[whysojiminimnida]

I feel like the REAL problem in this fandom, even among jikookers, is that they don’t take Jimin’s word for anything. Jimin says Jungkook show up to his room three times a day like he’s collecting stamps, that they work out together etc it’s not necessarily true even though Jungkook did not in any way contradict this (he just gave some weak ass reasons “Jimin’s room is closest” and “I get bored easily”. They’re in a fricking hotel, realistically the next closest room is three steps further. To reach the furthest room he might have to walk 50 more.) This story was even collaborated by Tae who said he went to Jimin’s room and it was JK who greeted him. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?

Sure, JK could have agreed enthusiastically and they could have disappeared into their own shared little world like they’ve done so many times but that would have been rude. They were, after all, guests in Tae’s live.

Jimin and Jungkook teasing each other about being in each other’s room all the time goes way WAY back. It’s been going on for so so many years and the only thing this actually told us is that nothing changed there. I’m sorry people can’t take Jimin’s word for it.

Were there many long stares and somewhat awkward silences? Sure. They do, in many ways, walk a minefield when talking to army live and unfiltered. We saw it with all the accidental brand drops. They don’t want to say too much and sometimes they struggle for safe topics. You’ll note that they DIDN’T talk about the Harry Styles concert, or the beach, or the restaurant visit, or whatever they were doing when they were spotted out walking, or anything really that took place outside their hotel.

Thank you, smart anon. I was starting to be a little concerned about the level of brainpower in my inbox and you just raised the average by about thirty points.

For real though. YES to everything you said. All those things are true. I genuinely think that the people who don’t get it at this point really just don’t want to get it. Or they get it just fine but they don’t like it. Or they feel so entitled to these men’s lives that they think they have a right to intrude upon their privacy and expect open answers to closeted situations.

This is not all coincidence, either. A lot of this is that by erasing Jimin and his words and his obvious gayness they can ignore that their bias is never ever going to be into them.

I love that Tae didn’t even know where JeiKei’s room was in the VLive but that fact seems to have slipped right by people.

Like, why did he think it was Jungkookie’s room when he went to see Jimin? Why didn’t he already know where Jungkook’s room was? Hmmm. Mysteries.

Except that if we listen to these men and we believe that they are as honest as they are able to be without going public, there is no mystery at all. The simplest explanation for everything is that…..

Drum roll….

They’re telling the truth, as much of the truth as they can tell. If fans are mad because they won’t come out of the closet then those people are not fans. They clearly put their own desires ahead of the member’s safety and security and that is rather shitty of them. And... I think that most of the anons who are targeting Jikook-supportive blogs are coming from the same group of antis and Taekookers. I'm gonna address that later today. Meanwhile, thank you, nice smart anon! Here, have some beautiful Jimin and Jungkook for your trouble :)

[yuikomorii]

Ok but like,they don’t deserve threats but they do deserve hate tbh. I’m glad you didn’t solve this privately because I completely understand your situation and I’m happy to see they finally got exposed .More people needed to know how double-faced they are.You have been stalked and copied for 7 months and they kept on saying how they don’t know you ,so obviously you’d be disgusted to even talk to that person.I personally hate when people are acting innocent and ignorant when they’re at fault and the fact you didn’t want to talk to them is 100% valid. They would have triggered the shit out of me , if I were you. Once you addressed something about them copying you,right ?Seems like they used that coincidence excuse ,so no wonder you thought that would have repeated itself. They’re not the first and neither the last person to be exposed on the internet.

//I would have kept it privately if it was a minor thing but seeing how I got disrespected and stolen for seven months,was already way too unsettling and even scary,if I may say so.

I still don’t believe they deserved any threats or hate but they deserved being called out for their behavior,since what the heck?There’s no point in still acting innocent if you know you did something wrong.Stealing someone’s ideas or style is already considered plagiarism,since that was my intellectual property,not theirs.

I’m a really forgiving person,I give second chances,if they willingly admitted in one of their asks that yes,they copied me,I would have considered it a sign of courage but they kept denying it over and over again.Yes,I talked about that once on my blog,they mentioned it being a coincidence,I believed them but after seeing all those proofs,I got creeped out and triggered.

If you don’t want to be exposed,admit your wrong doings on your own accord???People sent them ,in the past,a lot of anonymous asks containing things such as”Why are you copying the other Yui blog?” and they were like ,for every fricking time, “I’m not,please tell me what kind of blog do you mean!” .They had many chances to be truthful to themselves and to others,yet they tried to cover it up pretending that no one else will bother them with that.I had all rights to be disgusted by such ignorance.

Now I’m serious,please don’t keep up with this issue.I raised awarness,that’s it.There’s no need in attacking them.If they don’t want to learn from this,their problem but I just hope they will finally find their originality.

[shyrose57]

Tubbo may be threatening his war heads to anyone who dares oppose him, he sadly cannot. In Times far FAR before him, the Powers of the world came together, after witnessing a great calamity that nearly wiped out the world, it was barely stopped at a great price *subtly looks at foolish*. Even back then they rarely agreed on anything, but yeah, they would all like the world in one piece and liveable. So something had to be done. Heres the thing, Fae deals are very unique, in such that they truely cant be broken, The Powers agreed that The Fae Monarch, Eret, was appointed the duty to make a deal with every being with a drop of magic ability, a simple one, They must not do anything that might harm the Earth in any meaningful way, purposely or not. a bomb? Sure, Nature can reclaim what was destroyed, A warhead? no life might live there safely for hundreds of thousands of years.

They all know better than to call the bluff, just because he cant use war heads does not mean he doesnt have the means to make you cry and beg for mercy.

Coincidently This also Consolidates Erets claim to the throne and makes it very hard to form a coup against him, His throne is back by VERY old magics. Not just anyone can sit in it.

This could also be why Erets eyes are glowing white, showing all who look at just how much magic resides within him

(Also had a thought that Eret wasnt always so kind. Age, duty and loss has humbled him, but Long LONG ago, The Fae Queen was said to Have a Heart colder than any glacier, and A wit so sharp it flayed the minds that crossed paths with them. The Conquerer they call them. The servents Cowered in the halls as their King strode by, they did not want to be the one who earned their gaze. He made no Attempt to Hide his Name, (the throne has power more than what it was given after the Calamity) No one dared to speak it anyways, too terrified that She might hear. Parents told their children to behave ior he would come to take him away. Very few walked away alive after seeing him.

Eret is not his true name after all, and yet Herobrine is gone as Eret lives on, Long Live Eret! They rather like the person theyve become, its not easy, it took so much violence to be this gentle. Eret is much lighter Name, everything feels lighter Now, They rarely look back.

Very few people remain from those times, Immortal they may be, The Veiled Lady Death has everyone in the end. No matter how immortal one may be, the weary who feel like theyve seen too much may rest under her many wings. But some remain, in the darkest corners one may hear whispers of what was before, but as those who didnt live in those times gaze upon their leader, they cannot see it, however those who press the Gentle Ruler thinking it easy game, they see. A darker gleam in the eye, a shift in their posture, their primal instincts scream of a predator. Its gone a split second after, and Eret smiles with a bit more teeth gleaming out at the prey.)

( I wanted herobrine thory bc its neat, ad If I gotta world build a Fricking Thone I will do it. The Ruler of the Fae cannot have their name stolen nor can they Give it. They do not hold it after All. They are bound to the throne and the Throne alone, which holds the name of every Ruler to sit upon it.)

(I am so sorry this ended so Long, I started with Tubbo and somehow Ended with Eret and Not even I am sure how it got so far.)

Can't believe they nerfed Tubbo like that, smh.

A True Name....Names are strange things, aren't they? Especially ones so foreign to the mortal world. Meanings to them must be unique, their very essence defined within it's sound.

Herobrine...

A Name that makes the monarch's eyes burn a bit dangerously, makes their words a little colder and cruel.

And yet, after so long, it is no longer the one that defines them, no longer the Name that makes them.

(Someone calls out the Name, triumph and arrogant, thinking themselves so clever, and-

-none are more shaken than the monarch, when it comes out like plastic, a false name like all the rest.

Who are they now?)

Eret.

I wonder what that means.

What do you think?

[butteraway]

when time runs out | iv

⋆ summary:  A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: none

authors note: I wanna say im so sorry for lying to yall about that extra chapter KJDFFF😭😭 ALSO @chibiiichann I APOLOGIZE FOR SPAMMING YOU WHENEVER I REPLIED TO YOU💀 A DIFFERENT ACC WOULD POP UP BUT THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER EXPLAINING THE OC'S CONDITION JFJDJD

"HAHA! I GOTCHU NOW LOSER!" Y/N smashed the buttons on her controller, basically on the edge of her bed. A grunt was heard through her headphones, then a loud bang with laughing in the background. Y/N felt her stomach turn at the sound of this, feeling a little left out, but smiled nonetheless.

"HOW'D YOU EVEN DO THAT?!! YOU’RE DOING SOME HACKING MY GUY!" Denki yelled through the laughing in the background, hands pulling at his hair. He seriously couldn't believe it!

"I'm not! I just wanted to show Sero I'm way better at this game than you are. And turns out I am!" Y/N let out a loud laugh, falling backwards onto her pillow. After finding out that 'Tape Dispenser' went to her cousin’s school by hearing his voice in the back of Denki's room, she got to learn more about this Sero dude. She already knew this after their last game a few nights ago, but he was so chill. It was still insane for her to find out that her cousin and online friend went to the same hero school. The coincidences in this world. Y/N thought as she grinned.

"It's okay Kaminari, you still lasted a long time! But you did get brutally beat by Y/N at the end though..." Sero said, trying to raise Denki's low spirits, but only succeeded in making him more miserable. Rustling was heard through Y/N's headphones, making it obvious that there was movement happening.

"You don't understand Sero! THIS IS THE ONLY GAME I COULD FULLY BEAT THIS GIRL IN!" Denki shook Sero by the shoulders, quickly doing the action. Cackling was heard through the speakers while the girl wiped a tear from her eye. Sero laughed along, as he was pushed to the ground by Denki. His arms were crossed as he looked away, upset that Y/N managed to finally beat him in every game they played.

"It's okay Denki, not everyone can be as good as me!" Y/N exclaimed, getting up from her bed to start taping specific parts of her room. Kaminari continued to complain about his defeat to Sero, who only chuckled in response. As she finished taping the bottom of the walls, Y/N sat back on her bed, sighing in content.

"So, how are you? I'm doing terribly after being utterly destroyed by you, by the way." Said Kaminari, opening his water bottle and taking large gulps from it. Y/N felt her face light up as she remembered to tell Kaminari of her future activity.

"Bro, you won't believe this! So, basically, they're actually letting me paint my room! All by myself! How fricking cool is that?!" The girl laughed out loud, jumping on her bed in excitement. Kaminari's eyes widen, in surprise and slight fear, sitting up and taking in the new information.

"Wait, really? But isn't that like extremely dangerous? Cuz of the chemicals and what not??" He tried his best to keep his voice leveled, not noticing Sero look at him weirdly. That guy had no idea what was happening.

"Well, they said that they were gonna do something to the paint so it won't hurt me or anything, I don't know what, but-" Y/N was cut off by an extremely confused Sero. "Wait wait wait, hold on. I don't understand what's happening. How can paint harm you? Besides like...eating it. And what do you mean by 'finally getting to paint your room?’ Silence was the only answer he got. Sero gulped in embarrassment, thinking he asked a really personal question.

"Um, it's nothing du-" A loud 'shhhhhhh' was heard from Y/N, who let out a shaky breath. She never really told anyone, it's not like she could either way, being confined in the hospital room for a long time. She pushed a loose strand of her away from her face, preparing herself to tell Sero.

"Well, the reason is because I basically live in a hospital. I can't go outside, or have 'unpurified' air, as the doctors like to say, meaning my interactions with people and the outside world are extremely limited. That means anything that's not cleared of dust and germs, I guess, can be extremely harmful for me? As pathetic as it sounds, it could actually kill me, haha." It was quiet as Sero took in the information, a large wave of emotions crashing on him. A person shouldn't have to be locked in a room for the rest of their life. Especially someone who is such a sweet person like Y/N.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear that Y/N. If you don't mind me asking, how...how long have you been in the hospital?" The young girl answered with a quick 'Two years', and that's when Sero felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. Kaminari abruptly got up and headed towards his door.

"I'm gonna get something to eat, you want something dude?" Kaminari's voice was low and trembling. It didn't take a genius to see that the blonde haired boy needed some time alone. "No thanks." Kaminari let out a hum, quickly exiting his room and closing the door shut. Sero heard the loud sniffs that slowly faded away, as he hung his head down.

"Hey, you good Sero? That was probably a lot to take in, sorry." Sero shook his head, letting a sad smile adorn his face. "It's fine, really. I actually feel honored that you're comfortable telling me. Feels like we're getting closer, to be honest." He smiled happily, meaning every word he said. And Y/N knew that. "Ha, we are though!" The air was tense, despite the two teenagers being in different rooms.

Y/N went to clear her throat, but was interrupted when a light knock echoed throughout her room. "Someone there?" Sero asked, noticing her silence and hearing the very faint knocking.

"Yeah, um Sero, I'll call you guys later, my doctor wants to talk." Y/N quickly replied, seeing Receen open the door and walk in with his thin suit on. Sero let out an ok and they hang up. Y/N finally took in how the doctor looked, noticeable eye bags under his blue-grey eyes, from lack of sleep. His dark hair slightly tousled, probably from putting on the protective helmet that came with the suit, and a small smile on his welcoming face. And a large container of paint in his left hand. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"What’s up doc? I see you have something in your hand, can I see it closer?" The small girl asked, getting up and making a grabbing motion with her hands. Receen chuckled, lifting up the paint for Y/N to see. Even if he were to hand her the container, she wouldn't be able to hold. She was just too weak. Said girl let out a high pitch 'OOOO ' in excitement.

"I'm not sure if you wanted more, but we managed to get you your favorite color! This should be enough to paint the room, you can even put a second layer if you want." Receen walked over to where Y/N put all the equipment, opening the container of paint. And with a low grunt from him, the lid was opened. Y/N watched with amazement as the doctor poured the soft looking paint into a tray. She picked up a roller near her, and drowned the roller in paint, the white fluff getting covered in color.

The two began painting, Y/N's hand shaking every now and then. After painting half the room, they sat in silence, resting for a while. Receen seemed to be tense, though Y/N didn't seem to notice since she was too happy to speak. Receen let out a breath, breaking the silence, causing Y/N to look towards him.

"I didn't get to ask you how you were, did I Y/N? How are you?" Said girl let a beaming smile spread on her face, causing Receen to slightly squint his eyes from the intensity of her smile. "Honestly, I haven't felt this happy in a very long time! I actually still can't believe you guys really let me do this! Thank you so much!"

Receen gave her a small smile while rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not a problem, you could’ve asked sooner and gotten this done a long time ago. You've been here for two years, so please don't be afraid of asking for things!" At the mention of her time spent in the hospital, Y/N lowered her head, causing Receen to wince. Well, might as well tell her. The doctor cleared his throat and began to talk.

"Y/N, as you are aware, I, along with many other doctors and scientists, have been working hard for you to be able to go outside again. To see your family, hug them, be a normal kid again." There was a pause and that alone caught Y/N's attention. She looked up at him. "There is a way for you to finally do that, Y/N."

Shock evident on the girl's face, she abruptly stood up and faced the doctor. There was absolutely no way anyone could have found a cure for someone like her. Someone who had an incurable sickness. Someone who was too sick, to even have medicine. He's lying. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the grown man sitting in front of her.

"With all due respect Doctor, I highly doubt that ​​that's possible. Cuz, y'know? I basically have an incurable disease? I mean, like, even if you did manage to find a way for me to leave this place, how do you even know it's gonna work? I don't think you've tried this medicine since no one in recorded hospital documents in the past have had people like that checked in before-"

"How do you even know that?"

"-so how do you truly know it'll work?" Y/N quickly finished, completely ignoring his statement. Receen sighed, scratching his head. "We live in a world where quirks exist. Would you believe me if I told you centuries ago that the human race would evolve to have super powers? It's kind of like that, but not really." Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He's avoiding the question.

Receen looked straight at the girl standing in front of him. He felt slightly intimidated by her piercing gaze. He quickly looked away and got up, towering over Y/N's small frame. Then he smiled. "Y/N, you are a very sweet girl, no doubt about it. I know how much you want to get out of here, and I want to help you. My team has created this almost perfect pill, especially suited for your sickness. I know you're very cautious, just like your mother, but I can only reassure you, that these are your ticket out of here." He pulled out the bottle from his protective suit, shaking it in front of [Y/N].

Her eyes widened as she restrained herself from reaching out and snatching the bottle. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she pulled herself together. Crossing her arms and slightly tilting her upwards, she looked into the doctor's bright eyes. "There's always a catch when it comes to these kinds of things. What's the price if I take these? My lifespan shortens, I only have five hours to go outside, it drugs me or something?"

"I'm hurt you think I would just give you these without setting out the consequences." There was a slight glint in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. Y/N hummed, urging the doctor to continue.

"There are exactly 15 pills in here. And consuming just one of these bad boys right here, would allow you to go outside! Though, time is very important when taking these. You'd have 10 hours before the pills effects wear off. These would dull your hypersensitive senses, but not to a point where you can't feel, smell or do anything. No no, it'd just be like how you were before. You'd feel slightly dizzy and be a little itchy, but besides that, nothing too extreme. It just dulls all your body senses down." Receen gave Y/N a small smile. She looked a little weary, unsure if what he said was true. She looked at the bottle then back to Doctor Receen, fingers twitching every now and then. Breathing in and letting it out slowly, Y/N stared straight into the doctor's eyes.

If I take these, I can finally go out. I can hug mom and dad, I can be around Denki again. I can meet Sero face to face and feel the grass again! I can be... happy again. But if these don't actually work, I'd immediately die on the spot. I'd be able to go outside though. Aah, so much going outside, I can meet new people! I don't wanna spend the rest of my days slowly rotting away in here anyway.

"So Y/N, are you going to take them or let all our time go to waste?"

Sero looked at his hands solemnly, thinking about what Y/N had told him. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, then lightly slapped his cheeks to stop the wave of emotions from spilling out.

"Yo, you good dude? It's not everyday I see someone willingly slapping themselves." Kaminari chuckled, walking in and closing the door with his foot as he carried a soda bottle and a bag of chips towards the boy sitting on his bed. Sero grinned, feeling the sadness of everything wash away.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. But what about you though? After we had that conversation, you were, well, umm... kind of out of it." Kaminari froze, letting a dejected smile appear on his face. Dragging a hand down his face, he let out a sorrowful laugh.

"She's my best friend. My first real, true friend. She's basically my sister at this point. So when she collapsed that day, I felt my whole world crashing down. She is the sweetest, the most kindest, person I have ever met. She never let me degrade myself, alway cheered me up when people called me stupid." Kaminari rubbed his eyes, opening the bag of chips and plopping one of them into his mouth.

"It hasn't been the same ever since she left, her parents barely come over anymore, and they're always so sad whenever I see them. My own parents aren't the same either, they treated her like their own daughter. I can't even begin to imagine how Y/N feels about this all. She was the top in our grade, highest scores in our test. No one could compare to her. M-my heart breaks for her. She lost everything." Sero let that information sink in, thinking about how she was before. He smiled as he saw Kaminari's shoulders begin to shake. He cares so much for her.

He put his hand on his shoulder, watching Kaminari slowly lift his face towards him. "Come here you emotional ball of feelings." Being the friendly guy he is, Sero gave the sobbing boy a hug, cuz hugs fix everything.

"No homo though bro." And with that, they both laughed out loud, continuing their bro day.

[ariaisabitch]

My reactions to Love Is Blind S2 E2

Ok so it's starting right with them seeing each other. That was such an awkward run. Awwww ok never mind they're cute. THE WAY SHE HELD HIS NECK OMG

They're kissing a lot sheesh. I wonder if these people watched the first season. Like do they all know they're gonna go to the same resort, cause last time it was kept a secret.

OMG ITS JARETTE AND IYANNA!! He said "our home" omg love him. 30 more seconds LOL. ah shit, I forgot about Mallory.

I love Mallory too. Aww I like Jarette and Mallory too. Fuuuuck.

I don't know how I feel about this never have I ever. I feel like I'm interrupting something 😭. Sir that blanket is very conveniently placed.

Awww no don't show me Natalie all by herself I will cry. Ew no, I swear if Shaina try's and comforts her I will puke. Ok never mind she walked out. Go yell at his ass girl!

Oh god. I feel like she's just going for Shayne because there's no one else that interests her. Why's he saying completely opposite things between the girls 😭 DID HE JUST? HELLO? AND SHE JUST? GIRL DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH? Ok it's fine he didn't propose it was just girlfriend. I don't think that counts, right?

Bro you don't got a romantic connection with them both, you are just looking to get laid by Shaina and you like how Natalie likes you. God he's such a dick. Shaina girl just walk out. Please for ffs. Spare us this cringey pain. Ik he is not gonna pull the water works to try and keep her. YES SHES WALKING OUT. I HATE YOU BUT IM STILL PROUD YOU DID WHAT NATALIE WAS AFRAID TO.

Why does the men's courters couch look exactly like my Dzadzu's couch? Like exact. IS HE SERIOUSLY STILL GOING WITH THE MANIPULATION? BRUHH?

Ok Deepti and Shake both make me uneasy. They both proudly admitted to only dating white blonde people. That's just.. icky to me. Girl you were just talking about how you don't like him and now you're talking about him being the one? Sheesh.

GOOD. YOU BETTER FEEL EMBARRASSED ABOUT BEING A SUPERFICIAL DICK! OMG HE'S PROJECTING? Ok wait he's actually being pretty self aware. He's admitting to being a dick pretty easily. That's pretty mature of him. +3 points for Shake. Still at -7 tho.

Shaina and Kyle make me uneasy. OMG YOU KNOW WHAT? THEYRE THIS SEASONS JESSICA AND MARK! THATS IT! HOLY FRICK! LMAO HIS "thanks. So do you" TO HER CALLING HIM SMART WAS SO FUNNY! IT WAS SO UNIMPRESSED! LMAO HES AN ATHEIST AND SHES A MAJOR CHRISTIAN! This is beautiful irony. Def the new Jessica and Mark. "Who's Grace?" LMFAO

Ok workout montage, I see you girls.

I can't tell if it's cute that Shake calls her Deeps or not. Ok he's being pretty mature right now. Oh jeez he has a slow-mo walk. He's gonna propose isn't he? And of course she'll say yes. I mean he's not dressed up like the other guys usually are, but he's being very sweet right now so he gets a pass. A solid -4 right now. Deepti is so pretty dude omg. Am I gonna see them meeting this episode? I'll be upset if not. Them meeting will determine if I like them or not 🤔 LMAO I SOUND LIKE IM SOME COUPLES THERAPIST ANALYZING THE SHOW

Back to Iyanna, my love. Aww she's being so open. Bro she's my favorite, love her. Jeez I like Mallory too. Ok I like them better. I like Jarette more with Iyanna. Fuck ok he's admitting something to her that not many people know. HOLY SHIT BRO. YOU GOOD MY GUY? HIS FRIEND ST@BB3D HIM!? Ok at least he's being honest to her about Mallory. Jarrett with Mallory and Iyanna is the new Barnette with Amber and Jessica. OMG EVEN THE NAMES RHYME. NOT EVEN A COINCIDENCE I TELL YOU.

Ok here's the real test, will he tell Mallory about Iyanna...? HE DIDNT!? NOOO JARRETTE DONT BE LIKE BARNETTE! THEY'LL TALK IN THE COURTERS. Awwww poor Mallory. I hope they actually do talk to eachother. Oh no, now she's back with Sal. I swear if they get uncomfortably sexual again I'm skipping forward. Oh ok, he's singing something. Ok this is pretty cute. I thought it was gonna be like that one guy from the new Too Hot to Handle season, but he's actually pretty good and not cringey.

OH OH SOMEONES MEETING EACH OTHER?? ITS SHAKE AND DEEPTI! Oh ffs Shake I gave you points for not being superficial and now you're talking about immediately slapping her ass. You're back to -6. WHY DOES HE KEEP CONTRADICTING HIMSELF!? One sentence he's talking about not caring about appearance, the next he is hoping she's beautiful. "he wants the most attractive woman in the room" GIRL YOU ARE! YOURE SO PRETTY! DEEPTI LOOK AT YOURSELF YOURE GORGEOUS!

Ok ok they're at the doors let's see if it cuts off to the next episode or not. I can't see my watch time. Ok it's the same episode! Awww he's star struck. He literally looks at her like I want to be looked at. That's adorable. Ok that was cute until the booty part. Ok it's fine she said she likes that stuff. AWWW HE TOUCHED HER FEET. Ok ok maybe it's just cause I'm a lesbian. She really like his behavior that I find icky so he's gonna go to 2 points, no more negative. I can't tell if he looked at her like that as she walked away because of her ass or because he was still star struck by her in general.

Ok we're back to Jessica 2.0. Oh god he left a ring in the pod for her. Oh she didn't respond to that very happily. Are they just not gonna address the ring? She does not look very happy. She looks like she's in pain. AW ITS HIS MOMS RING!! Ok ew I don't like how he's attracted to someone that reminds him of his mom. That's freaky. This is not gonna last long, I'm calling it. HUH? SHE SAID YES?? She had to have done that through stress, she would be more happy. She's literally Jessica 2.0. Didn't get chosen by her #1, so settles for her #2, yet unsure about it. Either that or she's just really drowned in shock.

Ok she's sitting down and crying. Yes girl, it's terrifying, but it's more about how you go through with this. It's about how you handle those obstacles. Is he worth going through the obstacles or not?

Ew we're back to Coach Steve. And that's an insult to the actual Coach Steve. Is he gonna propose for real? Natalie please, this is your last chance. OH FUCK ITS NOT NATALIE!? ITS SHAINA!? Bro you are absolutely fucked. How have you not distinguished their voices right now? LMFAO HIS FACEEE. Jesus why is she talking to him again? She's literally Jessica 2.0.

Said yes to Marrying Kyle, but goes to talk to Coach Steve impersonator to tell him she still likes him.

[niche-bitch]

I think I have a knack for comebacks coming when I have something going on?? Cause first Txt's comeback on my birthday, then Mcnd's comeback on my algebra exam day, then Stray Kids comeback today, when I have my probability make up exam day.

Just, kinda weird those coincidences happened all this year.

I'm not complaining tho, the freaking comebacks have been better for my mental health. Like, literally stonks.

Anyways I mistook today's exam schedule, so I got to see Christmas EveL mv kinda early (which normally I'd never be able to).

I didn't sleep enough to properly proccess this. But. Omg. Khridjcjfjfjfjdjffggkghkhcfssdga.

The video is ssick! Like, kitty Lee Know??? Wow. Changbin's rap still raspy and funky as frick and he's so cute wowww.

FELIX WHOLE ASS PART. Stray Kids SAYING FELIZ NAVIDAD!!! The serotonin this gave me. I was sad and feeling stupid cause schedule and. Just, a smile was born on my face.

Felix. Stray Kids. Saying Feliz Navidad. More than once. In a Stray Kids mv. In my fucking native language my goshhhh

ahhhhjjjjjjjjjhhhhhhhhhh.

I love kpop groups adding Spanish in their lyrics. Love it when mcnd does it, love it NOW when Stray Kids do it too.

Love whatever they're doing here in this mv and they literally made my day. Post exam depression may come, but Stray Kids comeback songs on YouTube will stay (pfft) longer and freaking stronger.

Yes, I am using kpop as a way to cope, with so many neat coincidences like these, I can't not do so. Thank you Stray Kids for another great comeback!!!!!

[jaeyunluvs]

forever together - arón piper

Requested by @fashphotolife: Hiii I wanted to request an Aron Piper imagine where him & the reader have been broken up for a while because he thought it was the right thing to do but somehow they see each other again & she tells him how at the end it’s always gonna be him & one way or another they’re back together

A/N: Thank you for requesting! love the idea I hope you’ll like it! have a nice day <3 Also i changed one thing!!!

warnings: angst, fluff at the end

disclaimer: english is not my first language there might be some errors please let me know if i do! poor spanish also lol :))

It was 5 months since you’ve last seen him. The most painful time you’ve ever gone through in your life. 

The weird thing was everyone was extremely shocked about your guys’ break up because everyone knew you loved each other. 

You met him through your best friend Jane’s fiancée, Leo. What a coincidence that Aron is Leo’s best friend too. Since they love you both and don’t want you guys to stay single they set you guys up on a blind date. You were so hesitant about it.

But that blind date was the best date you could ever go to. 

It was all amazing. You guys dated for 8 months it was going all perfect. You guys even met each other’s parents. 

Until he started acting and spending so much time on set, you working and not being able to spend a lot of time together. Both of you were hurt. After many fights, you guys decided to brake up because you both thought it was the right thing to do. 

Was it really?

You tried dating some guys over the months, Jane set you up on various blind dates but you never felt right with the poor guys. You always politely declined their second date proposal.

He was the only one who felt good and right.

Here you are now, getting ready for Jane and Leo’s wedding. You were so happy for your best friend. Leo proposed to Jane when Aron and you were together. You, Leo and Aron set up the proposal and it was so heartwarming. 

It was the wedding morning, you, Jane, her bridesmaids and mom were getting ready for the wedding. You were so excited and happy for it because Jane and you always imagined getting married since you were kids. 

The place was magnificent. It was simple but colorful, the smell of fresh flowers and the astonishing decors were perfect.

“Y/N, I’m getting married today.” Jane told you while she was getting her hair ready. You can feel by her voice that she was getting emotional by tears filling in her eyes. This also made your emotional personality surface.

“I know Jane, it’s crazy, you’re not gonna be my hot single wingman anymore and we won’t be stalking hot guys.” you said while laughing with your tears. She sobbed more emotion pouring for her eyes and told you to shut up.

“Remember when we used to plan our weddings, you always picked Leonardo Di Caprio and I always picked Brad Pitt, we were going to get married in Hollywood and it would be the perfect wedding?” Jane claimed with nostalgia.  Leonardo Di Caprio was your biggest celebrity crush in the entire world. You laughed and sobbed together as you remembered your old memories.

After hugging and comforting each other Jane spoke ,��You know he’s gonna be here.” You knew exactly who she meant. The one and only Aron. You weren’t sure you’re ready to see him but you didn’t want to ruin your best friend’s most special day.

“We’re not gonna be thinking about my problems today, it’s your day carina!” You said trying to change the subject and hoping she would forget.

“Y/N, baby, I think you guys should talk again it’s clear that you-” Jane couldn’t even finished her sentence someone interrupted her.

“Jane, come on it’s the time, we’re going.” her mom said. Wow it was the time.

Meanwhile in the grooms room Leo was getting ready.

"Wow, my man is getting married!" Aron said excitedly walking into Leo's room

"Isn't it weird? Like me getting married?" Leo claimed joy filling in his voice.

"Cabron today is gonna be awesome and you're gonna marry your dream girl, also the honeymoon is a perfect time!" Aron reminded smirking, cheering up his best friend. He was very happy for his best friend and tried not to remember his dream girl.

"She's also gonna be there Aron." Leo told him.

Aron was feeling the same grief, over you. It wasn’t over for him. Leo and Jane knew that and they always talked about how those two precious human beings are suffering for no reason.

Aron had the most painful time of the year when you guys broke up. He felt weird because he never felt that way with a person in his life. He always teared up when he heard your name. He always bottled up his emotions but Leo knew he was sad. 

Aron looked at his phone while trying to ignore what he said about his ex, and then he realizes it's the time.

"Cabron it's the time we gotta go!" Aron said rapidly.

"Ah shit we should go! But you gotta talk that girl Aron please" said Leo before going. Aron ignored his comment but couldn’t help but think what would happen if he did

After Leo and Jane said their yes' and speech, you were legit sobbing out of happiness. Their wedding was perfect. You couldn't help but think of him cause you thought he was the one, he is still the one.

"Y/NNN IM MARRIEEEEEDDDD YAYYY!!!" Jane screamed hugging you from the behind while you were talking something with a friend.

"I KNOWW IM SO PROUD OF YOU I CRIED SO MUCH DUMBASS" You claimed expressing your happiness.

"Thank you Y/N, now it will be weird being introduced as married" Leo said while laughing.

They looked at the dancing stage, the people were waiting for them so you let them go. They danced with Louis Armstrong, Stevie Wonder and many romantic artists’ songs.

You looked around to see if Aron's there. He was there.

He was watching Leo and Jane dancing but there was another girl trying to flirt with him. You were furious for no reason. He wasn't even yours.

Aron also looked around to see you. He did see you but a girl was trying to flirt with him but he ignored her and continue to look for you.

After many songs there was it. That song was playing.

"Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now"

After that lyric, you looked at Aron and he looked at you.

"Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same"

"When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down"

"Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name"

You looked at Jane and Leo. They set this up of course it's their job.

"It all sounds like ooh, ooh hoo hoo"

"Mm, to young to dumb to realize"

"That I should have bought you flowers"

"And held your hand"

"Should have gave you all my hours"

"When I had the chance"

"Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance"

The accuracy of this song made you sob through the song and you ran to the bathroom.

That song always made you cry. It was fricking Bruno Mars.

"Get yourself together Y/N, it's over, are you dumb? Stop doing that! Stop making yourself sad!" you mumbled taking mental notes to yourself.

You were alone in the bathroom but then, you heard someone's footsteps. It was clear that it was a man you understand through the sound of the shoes. But who is it?

It can't be him, right?

"Y/N hey, can we talk please?" Aron said knocking on your door.

"Aron? Is that really you?” You asked feeling your heart feeling pain through your chest.

"Yes, please open your door and come here" Aron's husky voice and you can understand that he was also crying.

You opened the door, walking in front of him, taking a tissue, cleaned your nose while looking at him. He looked back for a second. But then he stopped.

"How are you Aron?" You asked feeling the tense.

"Fuck Y/N! Ever since you've gone my life had been hell!" he started to cry.

There was an awkward silence but you decided to talk.

“Aron I always went to many dates but no one is like you. I can't stop thinking of you." He stand there, trying to process what you were saying. He didn't say anything.  You felt an immediate panic. "I don't know I probably shouldn't have to say these. I'm sorry!" You said while feeling the guilt so bad.

But then when you're leaving, he held your wrist.

"Y/N it's always gonna be you. No matter how many girl i see, hook up or be girlfriend with will never be like you. You're the one. It's always gonna be you."

You felt sudden urge to kiss him. And you cupped his cheeks, wet from crying and kissed his lips.

The kiss was so long but it was so passionate. You could taste Aron's lips. It was full of grief and it was itchy because he always bite his lips harshly.

"Soo, does this mean we're back together?" he smiled between the make out session.

"Hmmm.. You could say so" You smirked stopping the kisses and hugging him tightly.

"I missed you so much cabron you have no idea" Aron told you so seriously.

"I missed you more but you’re here now" You defended yourself with wide grin on your face

That moment last 5 minutes more and then you and Aron decided to go dance on stage and announce you’re together again.

Jane and Leo were worried for you while they were dancing, cause they saw you crying. They knew, that song was your sweet spot because Aron and you always listened Bruno Mars. They opened it open purpose but it wasn’t to hurt you. It was for you and Aron.

Then a while longer, you weren't still nowhere to be found, Jane was almost going to leave the dance stage. But then she saw two familiar faces walking to the stage.

"ARON? Y/N? HOLDING HANDS?" Jane yelled at Leo.

"Oh my god baby! We're match makers!!" Leo yelled back.

"Hi guys!" you shyly smiled at the newly married couple. They were still in shock.

"We're back together. Thank you for helping us." Aron said holding your hands tightly.

Leo and Jane couldn't help but hug you guys tightly.

It was a perfect night.

After sending Jane and Leo to their honeymoon, you cried again. Aron cried with you. Everyone was so happy. Weddings as usual.

"You know it's the best day of my life today." Aron said, hugging you before leaving.

"I know, our best friends got married, and we got back together. Isn't that the best thing?" You smiled with full of happiness. You continued to hug.

"I'm hungry, we should get food" Aron broke the silence. You couldn’t help but laugh so hard. He was a whole mood

"Let's go get McDonalds?" You asked with amusement.

He looked at you smiling and said "McDonalds date it is!"

Best things in the whole world. Food and your boyfriend.

He was the one,

He was your man,

It's always gonna be him.

Song Credits: When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars

[elsanna-shenanigans]

February Contest Submission #13: A Special History Class

words: ca. 6000 setting: mAU lemon: no cw: dating first day they meet

“It took place in 1343,” I answer. The history teacher is becoming intriguing with all the talking about Arendelle, which is good because I knew I needed to get a good grade on my classes for my future. Many of my classmates seem to like not listening to him though. 

  Mr. Kai, my teacher, is talking about Arendelle and he is now at the part where Queen Elsa abdicated. My mom said that I was named after her sister, Princess Anna, or after Queen Elsa abdicated, Queen Anna. This is why this lesson is interesting, I want to learn more about Arendelle.

  “Okay,” Mr. Kai spoke up, “I now need everyone to go into groups of three.” Oh…, well, that would be a problem. Everyone hates me for being a “nerd,” so I have no friends. Thus, as expected, I am the only one without a group. I looked around the room again- wait, there’s someone else! 

  It’s Elsa, she’s so beautiful. I mean like, I’ve never talked to her or anything. I just know information about her. And, I’m not stalking her. I mean like, she doesn’t even have social media! Wait- no- um, I didn’t know that. Anyway, she’s like a literal goddess. Well, besides the fact that she’s 18 and not 300. This girl, er, adult? Whatever, this person- wait, that sounds weird. This human being? That sounds even weirder….

  Ugh, I’m head-rambling again. Or, whatever that’s called. I’m not even gonna try. Frick, I was staring at her too long, she’s looking at me. Or staring. Because I’m weird. Anyway, I immediately look away and towards the teacher for instructions. At least, I know how she looks. She has gorgeous platinum blonde hair, icy eyes, in a good way. Or is that an insult? I don’t even know. Just- platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Which all are beautiful. But I didn’t see her clothes. Wait, is pale skin an insult? If it is, I swear…. Do people even finish those? Or am I doing it- frick. Stop. Rambling. You. Stupid. Mind.

  Thankfully, Mr. Kai started talking again, so I hope I wasn’t in my head for too long. I don’t even know if that’s the correct phrase. “Hmm, what a coincidence, Anna and Elsa,” he chuckled. Her name’s Elsa, just like in Arendelle, I realize. And I’m supposed to be her sister. But that would be weird if we started dating. Why am I even- ugh. Get. Your. Head. Together. Anna. Swan. 

  I shake my head before focusing all my attention on the teacher. “Does anyone want to work with me?” he asks. I thought he would have him, Elsa, and me in a group, but he must’ve wanted others to choose. However, I still put my hand up, excited and smiling, “I can!” “Great,” he grinned, “anyone else?” Everyone, and I mean everyone, stay silent. My smile slowly fell…, why was I excited? Who in the right mind would want to work with the teacher? Or work with the teacher and the nerd?

  Right before I was about to slump down in defeat, I heard a soft voice say, “I will.” I whipped my head to find the source and landed my eyes on Elsa. Her head was facing down, but she was looking at me with a shy smile. As much as I don’t want to admit it, my breath hitches. 

  I force my head to turn back to Mr. Kai and I swear I can see a spark of hurt in Elsa’s eyes before she turns stoic. I want to apologize, do something, but the teacher started speaking again, “Okay then, Elsa and Anna! Come up here and I will discuss how you would do your work. The rest of you, just discuss how you would finish your project.”

  Ah dang, I must’ve been lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear him say what we have to do. At least he would explain it to us again. I get up from my seat and glance at Elsa, but her face is still stoic. I force my head to face the teacher again and start walking to him. 

  We each got on one side of Mr. Kai’s desk at the same time. I would say that it’s cute and a bit cliché that this happened if it wasn’t for Elsa’s still stoic face. “Okay then,” the teacher says, interrupting me from looking any lower to see her fricking clothes, “I told you to choose three royals, and how they connect. Within the few minutes we have left, decide what three royals you want in your project, write the information about one of them, then give that one to me, and talk about where you are going to meet up. Got it?” I answer, “Yep,” while Elsa nods. 

  He gestures for us to go back to our seats and we start going there. Since Elsa is not saying anything, I speak up, “Do you want to talk at my desk?” She nods. Come on Elsa! Just speak up! 

  Once we are at my desk, I gesture at my chair, “Do you want to…?” She shakes her head. Ugh, Elsa! I. Want. To. Hear. You. Say. More. Than. Two. Words. I sit in my chair, and I am about to speak up, but Elsa beats me to it, “Are you one of Hans’s secret goons to make my life miserable?” I whip my head to her, “What??” “I’ll just tell Mr. Kai that I don’t want to work with you anymore,” Elsa said, letting out a breath of annoyance. 

  “No, please don’t,” I plead, “I don’t work for him or anything.” Elsa looks like she is having a mini-debate in her head before she answers, “Fine. But if anything is evidence that you do, I will never work with you again and I would ignore you.” I give her a crooked smile, “Fine with me. Now, who should we do?” “Queen Anna, Queen Iduna, and Queen Elsa?” she asks, finally giving another shy smile. I barely succeed in fighting back the urge to not kiss her, and answer, “Sure. Mr. Kai does Queen Iduna?” Elsa nods, and for once, I enjoy it, because she is grinning.

  “You write the things that connect her with them automatically, like since they were born, and I’ll write the actions that she did,” I tell Elsa, taking the lead. Instead of nodding or answering, she goes to her desk and takes out her notebook and pen, and comes back. I can see that her notebook has a black background with some kind of large snowflake in the middle. Her pen is decorated with little snowflake stickers. 

  She starts writing while standing up, and I want to offer her to use my desk, but she seems too into the work. Her eyes are concentrated on what she’s writing and she is slightly chewing her lips. I turn back to my paper before she notices me staring at her, flustered. I push every thought of her to the back of my mind, but I can feel them slowly trickling in. 

  Thank goodness I finish before all the thoughts come in. It is then I look up and realize that Elsa was staring down at me. “You have good handwriting,” she comments softly, but not as quiet as a whisper. Oh gosh, she just complimented me. She complimented me! Well, my handwriting, but still. Elsa complimented me! However, I feel the heat rising my cheeks and immediately look down, all the excitement gone, “T-Thank you.” I feel as though that would be a good thing though because I probably would have kissed her anyway.

  The bell starts ringing and I finally understand the phrase “Saved by the bell.” “Come on,” I utter, hoping that she doesn’t notice my redding cheeks. Elsa smiles and goes to get her backpack while I get mine. Once I get everything cleaned up, I see that she is already waiting for me by the door. Again, I blush. Ugh, I wish there was some kind of thing to turn blushing off. There should be- no. No, don’t go head-rambling again. 

  I pick up my backpack and paper and walk to Mr. Kai to hand it to him. He smiles and I smile back, hoping none of my thoughts in my head are shown. I walk to Elsa and greets her, “Hey!” She giggles, “Um, hi?” I realize how weird that sounds and blush, “Sorry!” I squeak. “It’s fine,” Elsa gives a small smile and starts walking. I follow and nervously laugh. 

  “So,” she started, “do you want to come to my house to work on our project?” “Sure,” I answer, then shake my head to get rid of the last bit of nervousness, “I walk here, do you have a car or something?” She stops to put her stuff in her locker and replies, “Nope, I walk here too, we can go together.” 

  Suddenly, someone laughs from behind us, “The nerd and the shy girl, huh?” We both turn around and see no other than the one and only Hans. I grit my teeth and stand right in front of Elsa protectively, “If you want to hurt her, you would need to go through me.” He laughs wickedly, “That would not be a problem.” He grabs my shoulders and pushes me back. From the sudden movement, I move my arms and I feel my elbow hit something before I fall. He laughs his evil laugh and walks away. 

  I look at the situation I’m in and it’s not good at all. Damn it. I wanted to protect Elsa, and look how that ended: Elsa on the floor, below me. Without wasting more time, I get up and hold a hand out for her to get. She grabs it and for a second, I was lost in my inner turmoil before I snapped myself back to the present. Oh, well…, that was new. We’ve never actually had skin-to-skin contact, so that was… nice. Even if Elsa’s hurt. Wait, right, she‘s hurt! Damn it, Anna. I immediately pick her up, and once she’s standing, she leans to me. 

  I brush away the fact that like a quarter of our body is touching, and instead ask, “Elsa, are you okay?” Ugh, that was a stupid question, of course, she’s not. I open my mouth to correct myself, but she beats me to it. “I… am mostly fine,” she answers. However, I can tell she’s lying, and that she’s more hurt than she lets on, but I brush that fact away because of how vulnerable she looks.

  Her head is down, teeth biting lips, with her arms wrapped around herself. “Come on, Elsa,” I start in my softest voice, “I just need to put away my stuff, then we can go.” She just nods and goes to follow me. My locker is near the entrance and exit of the school, so at least we would not take as much time. I look back at her worryingly, and ask, “You didn’t get hurt anywhere on your legs or anything, right?” She nods again. I want her to talk, but I understand why she cannot. She must be in much pain right now.

  I don’t want to make her embarrassed, so I decide to wait until we get to her house before healing her. Or helping her. Whatever that’s called. I’m almost at my locker, and Elsa looks a bit worse than before. If we, er, I don’t get her treated in time, then she might be in pain for a longer period. I’m finishing putting my items in my locker and we walk out of the school together. 

  Without saying anything, Elsa holds my hand. The sudden movement makes me tense up and stops walking. I hear mumbling, “Sorry, I should have asked you before.” I look to the right of me and see that Elsa’s lips are getting chapped from her biting. “Elsa,” I say softly, “you can hold my hand. I would love that. The movement just was sudden to me, so I tensed up. It’s fine.” “Are you- are you sure?” I hear her whisper. I don’t answer, I just get her hand and hold it. After a few seconds, I feel her squeeze my hand before she starts walking towards her house. We have small conversations, like what are our favorite colors, favorite movies, all that stuff. I totally have no idea about all this information she’s telling me. I would be thrilled if Elsa weren’t hurt though.

  When we are here, I tell Elsa, “I know you’re not as well as you say you are. Where are you hurt?” She says nothing for a few seconds, and we take that time to put our backpacks down, but then, she answers, “I’m fine.” I know she doesn’t want to accept help, I can be like that sometimes. Thus, I deadpan, “Elsa.” After a few seconds of silence from both of us, Elsa comes to me and hugs me tight. “It hurts,” she sobs, “It really hurts.” I hug her back and stroke her hair with my left hand. 

  When she calms a bit down, I lead her to her couch. I lay her down and ask, “Can you show me where it hurts most?” She looks down with pursed lips and stained cheeks, before taking her shirt off. Now, normally, my face would be the color of a tomato, maybe even redder. However, the only thing that has my attention, is a big, nasty, bruise right about her left breast. My eyes widen and I think I know the answer, but I ask anyway, “Was that me who did that? D- Is that the thing that my elbow hit?”  I immediately want to kick myself for calling her body a “thing,” but before I can explain, she’s already talking. “I- um…, yes,” she whispers the last part, or, erm, word. 

  I want to- I need to apologize to her, “Elsa, I’m so sorry-.” “It’s not your fault,” she interrupts me and finally looks up, “it’s Hans’s. And I’m glad I found out that you don’t work for him or anything, but I’m sorry I had to find out this way.” I open my mouth to answer, but I realize that we have wasted enough time, instead, I ask, “Do you have any ice packs?” “Yeah,” she answers, eyes back down, “the kitchen is right behind you.” I look behind me, because, duh, she said so, and I see another room… or a kitchen. I walk there and, for the first time since I entered her house, I look at my surroundings.

  The kitchen is like an extended room or something, the only way in or out is the doorway I just went through. Right in front of me is the fridge, nice, and beside it is a counter. Or two. If they are connected, is that still considered two counters? I have to search that up later. Maybe. I probably would forget. But anyway, right beside me to my right, that sounds weird, or across the counter, is the cooking stuff. There’s an oven, a stove above the oven, and another counter with a microwave and toaster. I want to look around more, but I just remember that Elsa is hurt. Heh, what a friend I am. Or classmate. Whatever we are. Dammit, I’m rambling again. Ugh! Anna. Just. Get. The. Fricking. Ice pack. 

  I walk the small way to the fridge, finally, and open the door. I suddenly smell chocolate and I see some in the refrigerator. Who puts chocolate in the fridge? Anyways, Anna. You are not here to go drooling on the chocolate. I scan the fridge for the ice pack, and along the way, I see normal items that belong in the fridge. Well, all, except that cursed chocolate. Not that the chocolate is cursed, it’s just cursed because it’s in the refrigerator. Wait, I just said that it was cursed. Ugh, I shake my head and grab the ice pack from the bottom shelf. 

  Looking around, I notice the paper towels on the counter. I rip a piece off, well, a big piece, and wrap it around the ice. Well, I don’t even know if I can use that term. I just feel like I’ve been using the word “ice pack” too much lately. Eh, oh well. I walk back to the living room, to the couch, to Elsa, and give her the ice. The ice pack. Whatever. 

  She smiles a pained smile, and whispers, “Thank you,” before she takes the ice. I blush for a moment, er, maybe a teensy bit more, when she brushes her fingers against mine. I know we held hands, but this seems a bit more intimate. She puts the ice on her chest and for once, I look at her body. She’s wearing a light blue bra, and they fit perfectly, that I can see her cleavage. Frick, that makes me sound like a pervert. Or maybe I already am. Ugh, dammit, Anna. Well, her stomach isn’t exactly toned, but not flat either. There’s like a trace of being toned? I don’t even know what it’s called. Well, basically. She. Is. Hot.

  Her jeans are a tone of light blue, but not as light as her bra. Dammit, I had to compare it to her bra. And not the sky. Or something, anything, else. I look at her, tracing her body shape with my eyes, but then, all of a sudden, I hear my name in the most beautiful voice. “Anna?” that voice softly called. I smile and look around for the source before I remember that I am in Elsa’s house. And was staring at her body. And I probably look exactly like a tomato right now. Frick. 

  Damn, right, Elsa called me, I need to say something. And that something is my stuttering, “Y-Yeah, El-Elsa?” I look at her, and I see that she is looking back at me, worryingly, “Are you okay?” she asks in the literal softest voice ever. But it’s so pretty too. I nod, “Yep, sorry, I was just lost in thought. I’m fine.” I see her debating about something in her head, well, I can’t read her mind, obviously, I just see her chewing her lips while looking down. I remember, or recall, that she does that whenever she is debating about whether or not to ask something. And this knowledge totally didn’t come from me stalking her for the past years. Well, not stalking, but yeah. Nevermind. 

  In the end, she looks up and asks, “C-Can you sit here with me?” My face lights up, like, literally, lights up. Well, not literally, literally, but yeah. I sit down with maybe a bit too much eagerness, but I don’t care. Elsa now fully turns to me and starts talking in that beautiful voice of hers, “Anna, I just want to start with a thank you. Thank you for trying to protect me. Thank you for walking me home. Thank you for taking care of me.” She puts the ice pack down. I try to protest, but she keeps going, “I know we just met, but I feel as if I’ve known you since forever.” I smile, “Elsa…,” but she just goes forward and hugs me. 

  This probably was meant platonically, but this is the most intimate hug I’ve ever gotten. I can feel her breasts pressed up against mine. Suddenly, I can’t take it anymore. I break the hug, and she looks at me, surprised, and I hold her cheek with my right hand. With my lips just inches away from hers, I mutter, “Elsa, can I kiss you?” 

  Her eyes go wide and her lips part. This probably is a bad idea. Yeah, it is. What have I done? I immediately open my mouth to start talking, even though I have no idea what I’m going to say. However, I never got the chance to do that, because Elsa already has both hands cupping my cheek and her lips are against mine. 

  I tense for a second, before I kiss her back, arms wrapping around her neck. This is probably weird to do, but don’t judge me, this is my first kiss. Too little time later, Elsa is the one who breaks apart. Instinctively, she looks down, a shy smile, and a pink face. At least her face is pink, mine is probably red! 

  It is obvious that she wasn’t going to say something, so I start, “So….” “So…,” she repeats back, eyes looking at me. “That… was something…,” I smile at her, shy for once. She nods, still smiles that cute and shy smile, and answers breathlessly, “Yeah….”

  I have no idea how to go on, so I just look down thinking. A bit later, I ask, “Is your bruise doing okay?” She looks at me with mirth, and I just realize how stupid that sounds. Regardless, she answers, “Yeah, it’s better, thanks to you.” “Just because I brought the ice pack?” I scoff, “That’s barely doing anything.” “Nope,” she simply answers, and explains, “You kissed me.” 

  I am blushing so much today, I could be an actor and act as a literal tomato. I look down, matching Elsa’s pose, except with redder cheeks and pursed lips. “Was- Was that something that’s okay to joke about?” she asks with concern. She has to ask about everything, oh my gosh. I hold back from rolling my eyes and look at her to answer, “Duh, you can joke about anything, everything is okay to me.” 

  She nods, slowly, probably not fully trusting me on that statement. Then, she suddenly turns to me and asks, “Don’t we have to finish the project?” She catches me off guard, so, duh, I jump a little, but still answers, ��Oh, right. Um, yeah. We do.” 

  I swear I hear her snicker a little, “Was that kiss too much?” God, when did she become such a tease? I exhale sharply out of my nose in fake annoyance. “No, in fact,” I move my head closer until I am inches away from her face, and whisper, “I can kiss you again.” 

  Her face reddens, finally! I pretend to not notice and plop back to my seat on the couch. “But of course, we have to finish our work,” I answer casually, walking to our backpacks near the doorway. When I turn back with both our packs? Backpacks, man, I’m reusing these words so much, I see her pouting and her left hand holding the ice pack against the top of her left breast. I mean- her chest.

  “You good there?” I ask once I get there. “Mmhmm…,” she grumbles. I know it’s fake, but I know that she’s not faking being okay. Not that I have been stalking her or anything. Like, duh…. I take out my notebook and reach to take out Elsa’s. When I open it, I see a paper, like a bookmark, sticking out.

  Out of curiosity, I take the notebook out and start to flip to that page. I suddenly hear, “No, Anna!” but I’ve already flipped to that page. I know she’s an artist, but I’ve never known what she drew. Covering the entire page are pictures of us. Together. There are arrows in between them too.

  I start at the top left corner with the number one at the bottom left corner of the scene, and that is a drawing of our meeting. I’m excitedly looking at her while she crosses her arms over her stomach, looks down, and says, “I-I’m Elsa.” Following the arrow, the next picture is of us at the mall. Then the park. I see the whole page, all numbered, with our relationship growing. The last one is where Elsa is down on one knee, proposing to me. 

  I look up at Elsa with unshed tears in my eyes. “Y-You want this to be us?” I ask. Her head is hung low, eyes tightly shut, and tears are pouring out of them. “I-I understand if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore,” she sobs, “or whatever we are. I can also say that you don’t want to work with me anymore…, or that I don’t. Sorry, that- that’s confusing.”

  “Elsa,” I whisper, trying to get her to look at me, “you drew this before we met, right?” She nods, “I saw h-how you acted, so these drawings are based on that, but I didn’t follow you everywhere, because I know that would have been a bit creepy. B-But I’m still sorry….” “Elsa,” I console her softly, lifting her chin, so we can make eye contact, “I wouldn’t want to change anything in this relationship. In fact…, can I tell you something?”

  Elsa nods again. Thus, I admit, “During school, I follow you as much as I can. I know every period you have, I know what time you arrive at school, what you do before school starts, it’s just so many things. However, I only followed you in school, I didn’t know where you lived or anything.” She has remained expressionless during this whole time, so I have no idea how she’s going to react to this. 

  “So,” she still remains expressionless, “we’re both stalkers.” Wait, I see a hint to mirth in her! I immediately laugh, saying, “I guess so? So, we’re good?” She nods, content, “But what is our relationship?” “Dating, if that’s okay. I mean like, we know a lot about each other anyway,” I answer, hopeful. Her smile grows wider, “Sure, now, homework?”

  After several long hours, and Elsa putting her shirt back on, we decide to do the rest tomorrow or something. I’m supposed to be home in half an hour, but I want to stay. Thus, I go and ask Elsa, “Hey, um…, is it okay if I stay, I mean like, you don’t live with anyone else since your parents are… um, you know what. But, what I wanted to ask was that if my parents allow it, can I stay here overnight?” Her face lightens up, “Yes! Of course!” I mentally do a fist pump and get my phone to call my mom. 

  “Hello?” she answers after the third ring. “Hi! Yes,” I answer, “Can I stay at a friend’s house for tonight?” I see Elsa glance at me and I mouth, “I’ll tell her later.” “A friend, huh? Are you sure they’re not something else?” my mom asks, and I can tell that she is smirking on the other side of the line. “Mom!” I complain. “Not everyone I am friends with I like….” I then mutter, “Well, maybe besides this one.” “Oooh,” she taunts, then I hear her yell, “Agnarr! Anna found a… wait, who are they?” I groan, “She’s a she….” Mom hums, “She found a girl!” I hear my dad shout, “Tell me how lesbian sex is like!” I feel the heat coming up my face, and look towards Elsa. I can tell she heard that too because her face is red. “Dad. Stop. That,” I grit my teeth.

  I hear him humming in the background before my mom finally speaks up, “Okay, but seriously, I hope she likes you back. Have a fun time, Anna, and make sure to wear her clothes!” “Mom!” I yell, but I hear the beep of her hanging up. I facepalm with my phone in my hands and walk to where my phone was before. 

  “So,” I hear Elsa speak up, “uh, that’s a yes?” “Mmhmm,” I answer, still blushing from my dad’s comment. Or, whatever that was. They think we’re just friends, yet he comes and asks, “Oh, how is lesbian sex like?” Like did you have to yell it too? My fricking god, dad. 

  I walk back to Elsa who is still blushing because of my dad, and say, “I usually do more stuff at home, but since I don’t have my stuff here, can I just change into your clothes? I know, it’s a weird question, but this is seriously the only clothing I have that is in this house.” I gesture to my clothes. “Um, yeah, sure, okay,” she answers, “Choose whatever you want, um, here, I’ll lead you to the pajamas.”

  She walks to her room, at least I’m assuming it’s her room, not like her basement where she would keep me hostage or anything. But yeah, her room, and I follow. When we are inside, I take a quick look around, and just quick, or I probably would come off as stalker-ish. Her bed is furthest from me, in the corner. There’s a blanket covered in snowflakes on top. There’s really something with her and snowflakes. Then there’s her desk, filling up the rest of the room beside her bed. It’s organized, without a pencil or a piece of paper somewhere where it doesn’t belong. 

  I turn to find something else, but Elsa calls me, “And, uh, they’re right here.” I turn to her and she pulls out a drawer. “I’ll leave now, when you get done, I’ll go change too,” she leaves and locks the door behind me. Wow, that’s nice. I wanna look more in the room, but it might be weird if she hears a drawer closing like, five minutes later. So, I get my clothes first, a black t-shirt and green loose pants thing. I have no idea what that’s called. It’s like leggings, but looser. Is that even a word? Ugh, whatever, I quickly change into them. It is until I finish putting my clothes on that I realize Elsa would see me without a bra. Um, so, yay? I don’t even know if I should be happy. The blush on my face proves that I shouldn’t. Okay, I’m just actually really nervous. Why am I even lying to my head?

  Dammit, Anna. Wait, how am I going to put my bra in my backpack without looking weird? Like I can’t just hold it out when I pass by Elsa and say, “Oh, hey, don’t mind me. I’m just putting my bra in my backpack!” Like, maybe if I can do that to try it out, then reverse time, then I would, but like, none of that is possible. Ugh, I really should have brought my backpack in here. Maybe if I just hide it in my clothing? Wait, no, then Elsa would wonder if I sleep with it on. What. Am. I. Supposed. To. Do??

  Somehow, Elsa comes up to the door and knocks, “Hey, I’m going to the bathroom right now, so if you don’t see me, then that’s where I am.” “Okay!” I answer a bit too quickly. Like. Just. How? Okay, I never really believed in God or any gods for that matter, but was this their way to help me in some sort of distress or something? Oh, wow, now I’m saying that gods are real. I mean like, if Elsa believes in them, then I’ll accept that, but I wouldn’t believe in them too. Unless she convinces me otherwise, but yeah. Wow, am I going off-topic now? I usually would wait a few minutes to make it not seem like I didn’t want her to see me on purpose, but now, since I have been head-rambling, I guess I can go now. Well, so much for taking in Elsa’s room.

  I unlock and open the door, and quickly and silently, I make my way to the living room. There, I finally put my bra in. Wait, now that means I would have to take it to school. Dammit, Anna. Fricking god. Wait…, I would wear the bra tomorrow though. But I would wear it underneath Elsa’s clothes. Ugh…, don’t get distracted…. I’m about to facepalm before I hear the bathroom door open. 

  I immediately turn around, having no idea why I was expecting another person, but I was. Thus, my stupid self decides to blurt out something very stupid, “Oh, Elsa, hi!” Frick. Frick. Frick. If this was some sort of writing, like texting or something, then I would put out random letters, like, “D, g, w, i, l, w, p,” but this isn’t like that, so… yeah. I hear an amused chuckle, dammit Elsa, and a familiar voice, “Hi, Anna.”

  Dang it, dang it, dang it. This is so embarrassing. I would be randomly squealing, but not from happiness, but yeah. Duh. I won’t. Thus, instead, I answer, “Um, sorry, you just surprised me.” Yes! Finally, something that’s not stupid! Go on Anna, “So, uh, I mean, um….” No, no, no. What do I say? “Uh…,” I have no idea what to say, “I have no idea what to say.” Dammit, Anna! Or, Anna Two! It’s like my mind has two different minds. And one side is the speaker. For example, let’s say Anna Two is the speaker. She asks Anna One, “What do I say?” And since we are the same person, or, mind, Anna One answers, “I have no idea what to say!” Thus, Anna Two says out loud, “I have no idea what to say.” Curse my mind.

  I look up at Elsa and she’s laughing. Like, fully laughing. I would be delighted if she was laughing at any other situation, but she’s laughing at me. Like, at. Me. I roll my eyes, at least one of us is happy. A few minutes later, yes, a few minutes later, she finally succeeds in stopping to laugh. “I’m sorry,” she says, but I can still see some mirth in her face, “but, yeah, you can go brush your teeth, I have new toothbrushes and stuff.” “Well, thank you,” I say sarcastically. She just hums while she goes into her room to change. 

  I brush my teeth, not paying attention to anything, but my thoughts right now. I mean like, what’s going to happen in the future? Would Elsa and I get married? Well, even if we did, that would be a long time from now. Why am I even thinking about this? Probably because of Elsa’s picture or drawing or whatever that is. No offense to her. Or anyone. But like, she’s the only artist I know that is alive, so…, yeah. I know about Leonardo De Vinci or whatever his name is and someone whose first and last name starts with a “P.” And there is someone who painted the Mona Lisa. I don’t even know if that is correct. Or maybe the Leonardo De Vinci guy painted her. I heard it took a few years to finish the painting. 

  Wait, I’m already done brushing my teeth. And my head-rambling started with my future and ended with Mona Lisa. Well then. I guess… okay? I go to find Elsa, making sure I turn off the bathroom light. Her bedroom door is open and the lights, or, light? Well, the brightness is gone, wait, no, that sounds depressing. The…, well, nevermind. Elsa is not in her room, so she must be somewhere else. That must have been the most obvious statement I have ever said in my life. 

  I head down to the living room, and I see Elsa sitting on the couch, watching TV. I know we have to sleep soon, so I go up to her and say, “I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.” Unlike me, she doesn’t jump, she just turns around, says, “No,” turns off the TV, and lies down. “Elsa, I know this place like I’ve lived here my whole life, treat me like I live here,” I comment. She scoffs, “How many rooms are there?” That’s unexpected, “Um….” “You’re hesitating,” she pipes. “Dammit, Elsa,” I groan, “fine, sleep in your bed with me.” 

  Her eyes widen in surprise, and before I can say anything, she’s dragging me to her room. “Okay!” she squeals when we’re already in her room. We get to bed, not needing to turn on the light, er lights? Whatever, we do that and get in a comfortable position, which is cuddling each other. Suddenly, she mutters, “Tell me about the time when you became queen.” I chuckle, remembering how we started to act like we were Elsa and Anna from Arendelle. I have given up calling them “queen” and “princess” by now. Anyways, I start, “It took place in 1343….”