#actually I can’t remember if I had your number first or your SC

[peachdues]

My first impression of you was that you are super cool and potentially a reformed “it girl” because you are so nice and sweet while still maintaining a ton of confidence!

As for my current impression, it’s the same but with the added bonus of learning that we are basically the same person lmao

“reformed it girl” im screaming bc you’re also not wrong 😭😭

you when you made the mistake of engaging with my fics and opening the door to me spamming you constantly until I drunkenly asked for your Snapchat

It’s too late now!!

first impressions asks

[kpop---writings]

1 Million Views (M)

An EXO-SC threesome request!

This is pure filthy smut

Also PLS I know their song is 1 Billion Views but that wasn’t realistic for what I was going for lmao ENJOY!

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After adding the final touches to your look for the night, you pick up your phone and text the group chat. The group chat containing you and your two best friends, Park Chanyeol and Oh Sehun, titled, unoriginally, The 3 Musketeers!

“Are you boys ready for tonight? I’m starting in 30 minutes and you’re still not here. Don’t try to chicken out on me.”

You’re a cam girl and although you normally do solo videos, you were reading some comments on one of your videos and came across a man who wrote that he would “pay extra to see this girl get fucked by 2 dudes at once!” Naturally you see your favorite words, “pay more,” and immediately start thinking about every guy you know or would even feel comfortable with fucking at the same time. You truly could not think of a more perfect pair than your best friends from high school.

You remember the day you asked them and how you were so nervous you wanted to throw up.

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“Are you guys available for a 3 way FaceTime call right now?” You sent to the group chat.

Sehun texted back first, “Yep!”

Chanyeol not too long after, “Double yep!”

You take a deep breath as you press the FaceTime icon at the top of the group chat. It only rang 3 times before they both answered.

“Hey!!” Sehun shouts.

“Are we in trouble?” Chanyeol asks in a joking way.

You just let out a short laugh before changing back to your nervous demeanor.

“Oh man. I was joking are we really?” Chanyeol speaks up again.

“No... no you guys aren’t in trouble,” You let out a nervous laugh this time.

“Come on, what’s bugging you I can see the gears in your head spinning,” Sehun asks.

“Okay okay okay. I have a very serious question. I am 100% not joking when I ask this. I need a real, honest answer. Okay?

You watch as both Chanyeol and Sehun just nod their heads, staring at the screen.

“Okay?” You repeat.

“Yes yes okay.”

“Okay, honest answer, got it.”

After they both give you the response you were looking for you finally ask them.

“Would you guys be okay with being in a video with me? Like, on my cam series?”

It’s no secret to them what you do, they are your best friends after all.

You watch as Sehun’s jaws drop and Chanyeol’s eyes grow even more wider than they naturally are.

Chanyeol speaks first. “Like both of us in a video with you at the same time?”

You nod your head unable to look back at the screen. You’re secretly glad you did this through FaceTime and not in person. You don’t think you could’ve handled it. 

You hear Sehun ask a question as well. “What exactly will we be doing?”

You clear your throat as your eyes find focus away from the phone screen and on a plant somewhere in your room.

“Well we would be doing some sexual things of course. Um...you guys would be, you know, doing things to me together.” Why is it suddenly so hard to explain what a threesome is?

“So we’re having a threesome? For your cam girl series?”

“Yes, if you guys are up for it? Someone commented that they would pay extra to see it, so I can of course split the money with you guys no problem. I will be promoting on my channel as something extra premium for my already premium customers, so I will definitely be making a lot more than usual.” You’re rambling now.

“I’m down,” Sehun says with a wicked smile.

“Me too, let’s get this bread!” Chanyeol adds.

You relax with their enthusiastic answers and you three all break into smiles as you begin to plan out all the details for your special video.

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Chanyeol texts back, “Relax were outside come open the door.”

You smile and squeal getting all giddy because you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined fucking Chanyeol and Sehun at some point during the time you’ve known them. Now you’re about to fuck them both! At the same time!

You open the door and your greeted with both of their toothy smiles, you can't help but give them a toothy smile back.

“Come in, guys!” You say excitedly. 

You’re wearing your robe right now because you want to get their raw reaction to what you’re wearing underneath when you turn on the camera.

You lead them down the hallway to your room. In the corner you’ve got a red sheet on the wall as a back ground, you’ve got your camera set up on the tripod with a big ring light around it. 

“This is a nice set up!” Sehun says, genuinely impressed.

“Sehun, I’m a professional. I have to have the best quality videos out there.” You say with a proud smile.

They both let out a little laugh.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” You pick up the two black ski masks you bought for them. “I wasn’t sure if you guys were comfortable with showing your faces on camera, so I got you these just in case!”

“Oh this is perfect, thanks.” Chanyeol says as he grabs one.

Sehun takes off his shirt before grabbing his and putting it on.

You admire his slender, yet muscular frame. His pale skin making it look even more majestic. The faint outlines of a six pack showing. You’re ready to start touching him already.

You look over and see Chanyeol has done the same. His body is just as attractive as Sehun’s. His skin slightly more tanned, muscles more defined. You want to give him a nice long lick from the hem of his pants to his neck. With their masks on, it’s hard to focus on anything but their bodies.

Your alarm goes off, pulling you out of your trance, letting you know it’s time to start. “Okay are you guys ready? Don’t forget this is LIVE.” You put emphasis on live because you guys talked about it before and had to carefully plan it so it would look as natural as possible. You don’t want your viewers knowing you’ve never had sex with them before. You like for them to think you’re a dirty girl even off camera, it really sells the persona you’ve created.

You physically place them on either side of you and look in the camera’s view finder to make sure it looks good.

You look over to Chanyeol, “Are you ready?” He gives you a wink.

You look over to Sehun and ask him the same. He responds by making a kissy face to you. You smile and press the start button on the computer, starting the live.

You watch as the viewer number climb rapidly. Once it hits 10,000 you start talking.

“Hi lovers.” You start if your most sultry voice you can muster, your cam voice. “I have two special guests with me today,” You run your hand down Sehun’s stomach, trying to ignore the way he tenses. “Over here we have Mr. S.” You move over to Chanyeol and do the same. “And on this side we have Mr. C.”

With your robe still tied, you let it slip off your shoulders just a little bit, using your forearms to keep it up. You notice in the view finder Chanyeol and Sehun both turn their heads to you, watching you.

“I hear my lovers were just dying to see me get fucked by two men. Is this true?” You watch the comments and reactions flow in on your computer. You look back at the camera with a sexy smirk and finally untie and drop the robe completely.

Under the robe your breast are completely bare and your panties are black lace, crotchless thongs. You put on a bit of body glitter on your chest, you notice your viewers love when you’re sparkly. You’ve got some dark lipstick and a dark cat eye to match. 

You are sure to keep eye contact with the camera as your hands find Sehun’s dick through his sweatpants. You start rubbing him through his pants making sure the outline is very evident for the viewers to see. You look over your shoulder at Chanyeol who is rubbing himself through his sweatpants.

“Ohh lovers, I think Mr. C is getting a little jealous watching me give all my attention to Mr. S.” You watch Chanyeol pull his dick out and start jerking off while staring very deeply into your eyes. You movements almost falter on Sehun’s dick. You’re trying your hardest to keep it together, this is live!

You break the eye contact and look back to the camera, “Actually, lovers, I think this is making Mr. C very horny.” You pull Sehun’s pants down to his ankles and he kicks it off the rest of the way. “Let’s give him a little more to watch.”

You turn your full attention to Sehun and wrap your hand around his dick as you jerk him slowly. Then you pull him down for a heated kiss with your other hand. Sehun’s hands grip your waist on either side. Your mouths begin to move in sync and you slip your tongue into his mouth and he gladly sucks on it pulling a moan out of you. As the kiss gets deeper you feel a third hand roughly grab your right breast, the one closer to the camera, and you can feel the head a Chanyeol’s dick against your ass. You start pushing back against him and he lets out a moan. You let go of Sehun’s dick to pull him closer so that his is rubbing against your clit. You have Chanyeol grinding against your ass and Sehun against your clit. You could cum right now. 

The hand that was on your breast is now around your jaw and pulling you away from Sehun’s lips. Chanyeol turns you so that you're now in a heated kiss with him. Sehun’s takes this moment to kiss and lick all over your exposed neck. You feel Sehun continue to go further and further down your body until feel him lick at your clit. Chanyeol lets your jaw go and you can finally take a deep breath. You let a sensual moan as Sehun encases your clit with his mouth giving it a gentle suck. You lean your head back onto Chanyeols chest and he grabs your hand and it puts around his dick. He starts fucking into your hand as you try to meet his pace. 

You turn back to the camera so your viewers can watch your face as you get your pussy ate while jerking off Chanyeol. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the viewfinder and even you have to admit the scene unfolding right now looks so good.

“You like how he’s eating your pussy huh? Are you going to cum on his face? I bet your lovers would love to watch you cum on his face.” Chanyeol suddenly says as his hands knead at your breast. Your eyes screw shut and you feel your hips begin to buck even more into Sehun’s face. That was so unexpected. They said they weren’t comfortable with speaking. You thought they would be silent. 

Chanyeol starts sucking on your neck. “Come on, baby, cum on his face for me, I’m sure he’d love it too.” You look down and Sehun is already looking at you. You watch his tongue swirl around your clit before sucking on it again. The sight mixed with Chanyeol’s hands on your breast and his deep grunting in your ear as he fucks your hand makes your whole body come undone. You feel your orgasm take over you as you cry out that you’re cumming.

Your body starts to shake and Sehun holds your legs to keep you from squeezing his head while he helps you ride out your orgasm with soft, wide tongue licks. Chanyeol is peppering your neck with kisses, also attempting to help you ride this out.

Once you’ve finally come down, you glance over to the computer and see the view number climbing even more and lots of reactions and comments coming in. Aside from the amazing orgasm you just had, you’re also thinking about how much money you’re about to make from this special.

Sehun comes back up and pulls you to his lips, making you taste yourself. You moan into his mouth while Chanyeol finally pulls his sweatpants off. When you and Sehun finally pull away from each other you watch as Chanyeol walks closer to the camera holding his dick. Once he’s close enough, he starts shaking it around for your viewers. Oh, he loves this, you think to yourself.

“Should we fuck your sweet babydoll at the same time...” He looks back at you and Sehun, dick still in his hand, “Or take turns?” He’s incredibly comfortable in front of the camera behind that mask.

All three of your attentions turn over to the computer screen watching the viewers comments come in.

“Together!!”

“Fuck that slut at the same time she’ll fucking love it!”

“Her wet pussy can handle two dicks at the same time”

“We paid to see her fucked by two guys at once”

More and more comments of that nature keep rolling in and Chanyeol looks back to the camera, stroking his dick slowly. “Looks like babydoll’s pussy is about to get stretched out,” he says with a smirk.

There’s a rather large, pink bean bag chair behind you that you normally use for your solo acts. You take a seat on it and spread your legs as far as they’ll go, while Chanyeol adjusts the camera angle.

Once finished with camera he comes over to sit next you and shoves his index in middle finger in your mouth, knowing that he wants you to get them wet for your pussy. Sehun sits on the opposite side and shoves his same two fingers in your mouth too.  Once they’re both moistened to their satisfaction they bring them down to your pussy.

Chanyeol slips them in you doing a scissoring motion to stretch you, Sehun doing the same.

It’s Sehun’s turn to talk, to your surprise. “We have to get baby dolls pussy prepared for us,” He says looking at the camera. “We want to make sure her pussy is stretched so good for the both of us.”

You lean your head back and let out a long moan as they both finger you with their index and middle fingers. You’ve never been this stretched out before and base on the size of their dicks, you’re a little nervous it might still be painful even after the prepping.

You feel someone’s thumb collect some of the wetness around your pussy and then start gently rubbing your clit. Your head snaps back up quickly and you suck your bottom lip in biting it hard. Your eyebrows crease and your eyes are screwed shit again. You feel like you could come again. Chanyeol leans in to kiss you and after not even two seconds of making out you feel Sehuns lips add to the mix. Here you are in a three way kiss with your two best friends and their fingers up your pussy. Never in a million years did you foresee this happening.

They both start moving down at the same time, kissing, licking, and sucking on either side of your neck. You can feel your face contorting again, you’re trying to catch your breath while the moans slips out very breathy. You can feel your pussy trying to clench and your legs start trembling. The warm feeling in your stomach getting warmer and warmer before spreading throughout your whole body. 

“Ahhhh fuck! Ohhh fuck fuck fuck! I’m cumming again oh my fu-” You cut yourself with a loud, breathy moan as you reach the peak of your orgasm. Your face is all warm and sticky with a thin layer of sweat, your lips feel swollen. You’re sure you look fucked out and you haven’t even been fucked yet.

Once you’ve calmed down you open your eyes to see both Chanyeol and Sehun staring at you with wide eyes and their mouths slightly open. Looks like they enjoyed the show. You nod your head signaling that you’re ready for them.

Chanyeol stands first to go fix the camera angle again, this time zooming it in a little bit more to focus on where your pussy’s going to be. To help figure out where exactly you go ahead and move to sit on Sehun’s lap in the center of the bean bag. You align his tip with you glistening and already sensitive pussy and slide down with ease. Sehun scoots into a more laying down position and at an angle so the camera gets a great shot of your stretched out pussy.

Once Chanyeol gets the angle perfect he comes back in the frame, puts a little spit on his hand to rub on the tip of his dick. Then you feel him towards the back of your entrance. He sticks is finger in again trying to prepare you a little more to make this as painful as possible. Once he feels you’re ready, he finally slides in too.

The moan you let out came from deep within you. In no way did the stretch their four fingers did compare to the stretch both of their dicks did. It’s a bit painful and you have to put a hand on Chanyeol’s hip stopping him from going any deeper. You allow your pussy to get accustomed to the stretch before letting them start moving.

Once you’ve taken your hand away from his hip, Chanyeol takes it as a sign and is the first one to move. Sehun watches your face for any sign that you’re in pain and he notices you’re okay and starts moving underneath you as well.

Once they both get their rhythm they get very into it, they’re both moaning, yet they sound so different. You can’t even describe the feeling you have right now. Two dicks moving in you at the same time. It’s not the best feeling, but it’s also not the worst.

They start to speed up you can tell Chanyeol, especially, must be close. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind you, making you sit up in the process. You're a moaning mess along with them. Sehun has his feet firmly planted on the ground, allowing him to thrust up with even more speed. His hands are gripping your hips so hard, you’re sure there will be a bruise. 

You and Sehun are staring into each other’s eyes. You wish you could see his whole face taken over with ecstasy. You so badly want to tear this masks off. Chanyeol lets go of one of your arms and wraps his hand around your neck. You reciprocate by using your free arm to reach back and pull him even closer with your hand tangled in his hair.

“You’re such a slut, babydoll, aren’t you?” Chanyeol says loud enough for your mic to catch.

You simply nod your head, not trusting your voice right now.

He lets go of your neck to slap your titty. “Use your voice, babydoll! I asked you a question!”

His hand goes back to your throat and you scream out “Yes!” before he tightens his hand around it again.

You hear Sehun from under you, “Only sluts can handle two dicks in her this good!”

“Yes!! You both feel so good!! I want you both to cum in me! Let me feel you both cum!!” You don't know what's gotten into you but that wasn’t part of the plan. Caught up in the moment I guess?

Nonetheless, you feel Chanyeol’s grip around your neck falter and he does one last, hard thrust into you before his body tenses and he groans loudly into your neck. He came first. Sehun goes a little bit longer, adding to Chanyeol’s pleasure with the friction, before his hips start jutting sporadically inside of you finally cumming as well with a loud moan, turning his head to the side, eyes shut tight and mouth wide open.

For a moment you three just lay there, completely fucked out and exhausted. Chanyeol pulls out and you let out a moan from feeling your pussy relaxed after being so stretched. He helps you off of Sehun and onto wobbly legs. You make your way to the camera and bend over in front of it, ready to sign off.

“Lovers, how was that?” You ask, still panting. “Was it worth every penny? I sure hope so. I love being your guys’ little slut.” You smile before biting your bottom lip and winking at the camera. “Thank you so much for tuning in, until next time.” You kiss your hand and blow it to the camera, then reaching over to your computer, you end the live.

After the live ended, you see your stats for the video and you’re completely shocked to see that you had 1 million viewers tonight!

“How would you guys like to make a couple more videos with me?” You ask turning around to see that they’ve both taken their masks off. They both looks so good right now, ecstasy still written all over their face.

They look at each other, still breathless, and then back to you, both smiling.

After tonight, you know your guys’ friendship will never be the same. But you’re kind of okay with that, because they really know how to make you feel good and fuck you out!

[wingz-of-shit]

Nowhere to grieve

I messed up but here was the ask by anon: Hello there... I'm broken. 139.. it just wasn't right at all. Is it selfish that I wanted levihan? All the signs are there (plane, "heart" and all) but it doesn't feel like a proper goodbye? Do you have Levi HC after the war? But before the three years skip? Good day

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Hmm, hi anon. If you expected me to fix that heart of yours, well you're mistaken. I love angsty HC. And that chapter 139 certainly helped with the writer's block. And this is why I put this together for you. Brace yourself.

Nowhere to grieve

Summary: Armin helps Levi cope with his grief after the war

Words: 1200

Armin looked over his shoulder at the man that once stood as humanity's strongest. He was now wheeling himself toward the mess hall, painfully aware of the physical condition he was in. As commander of the corps, Armin found out that the job didn't only mean leading soldiers into battles like he might have thought at the beginning of his career; it also meant caring and worrying for them. The former commander certainly taught him so. For all the years Hange Zoe had been commander, Armin had never worried about being left alone. He had found a family. A bizarre one, but still. A family. And now the eldest member of this family was in pain.

"Did Heichou eat today?" Armin asked Jean. The latest shook his head looking equally worried. "He refused. Says he's not hungry."

"Understandable."

Understandable indeed. Ymir's curse had been broken for less than a month, and a month was not enough at all to grieve decades' worth of dead people. Armin had checked the records and felt sick when the Titan War's number of victims came out. There were many citizens alright, most of them were from Shiganshina, all those years ago. But the ones who had suffered the most were the survey corps.

Shinzou wo sasageyo.

"What can we do?" Jean asked.

"Find out the reason he's like this?" Armin mumbled, although, he knew the reason why his Heichou was acting this way. He'd seen the fleeting looks between his two superiors, he'd seen the closeness. Hange Zoe, former Commander, was the reason his Captain had not recovered yet.

When Armin was chosen as the next commander, he had considered it as a promotion, or a pride. But then, in the small time that was a month, he'd understood that no one should endure the job of Commander. It all stood on mental strength. Which one of them would be the last to break? Which one of them was the most likely to think with their brain and not their heart? Which one of them was ready to die for the cause?

"I think I know what to do." Armin hesitantly walked towards his Captain, well to his subordinate, and laid a hand on his shoulder. Never before had he had such an intimate touch for the man who jerked away at the intrusion.

"Arlert." His icy gaze pierced his soul and all confidence was shattered away. "The fuck you want?"

"I'd like to show you something." He gestured at the wheelchair's handles. "May I?" Levi nodded his head suspiciously. Armin focused on his breathing and began to calmly talk.

"I know you don't agree with how things were done. Many don't. But I don't think there was a right way to ever end this war. You may say there were other options but if you consider each one of them it always seems to lead to a massacre. We've tried talking with Marley before. Hange San tried to do that. It led to betrayal. It led to where we stand today. Captain... I don't know if this can be any comfort but those who are dead were probably meant to be. It's thanks to their faith, to their sacrifice that the war ended at last. And it hurts, I'm not pretending to know half of your grief but I still lost many friends in this battle. And I rather think of them with a proud smile. Look at us: it's finally over and- "

"Tch." Armin looked at Levi surprised. "Sounds like a happy ending to you." He turned around in the wheelchair. "I knew you more intelligent than that Arlert."

A happy ending? A fucking happy ending? How could this ever be a happy ending. "Look, I'm trying to see the best of what's left. It's not easy but I have hope. And hope will lead this world to brighter days, I'm sure. If I lose hope then yes, the battle will be truly lost." Armin walked at a faster pace towards the cemetery. "I lost my best friend, I lost so many people I cared for... The come out of this war is not a happy ending. It's sad and we're alive. But do we have to make this life a nightmare? Can't we just pretend that...it's going to be okay, and maybe it's even worth it?"

There was a long silence then. Only the quivering of leaves in the wind filled the space. It waltzed over the grassy road and rushed to the large area covered in white crosses far away. The military cemetery.

"They would have wanted for us to be happy. She would have." Armin added carefully; he watched closely as a shiver shook Levi's body at the mention of the pronoun.

"What are we even doing here?" Levi asked when they reached the cemetery. He could see the skepticism in his eyes. Levi hadn't visited the cemetery once since they came back. He hadn't come to the ceremony where they said every single name of their fallen comrades.

"It's time for a little prayer Captain."

"A prayer?" He paused startled. "Do I really have to?"

"Yes, Captain. Let's find a tombstone." Now Armin could see the hurt in his eyes.

"Is this a joke? She's not here, remember?" His voice was cold and bitter, but it was mainly grief that Armin heard.

"We're going to pretend. And they're all together anyway, what difference does it make?"

He strolled through the white crosses. "It's nice to say goodbye. It's important. "Here, these are nice. I'll leave you alone to it."

Levi stared in disbelief at Arlert's back as he was hastily walking away. Had he really brought him here? And asked him to say goodbye? To whom? To her? He looked back at the white cross, the name on it echoed in his mind. He'd known this person, a soldier that died on their very first expedition years ago.

They're all together anyway.

Levi rolled his eye. He was actually going to talk to the cross. He closed his eye and let the vision he forced away every night fill his mind. And there she was, smiling brightly at him after nearly having her head bitten off by Sawney or Bean or whatever fucking titan. And then he could see her riding fiercely ahead of him to the ocean. And then he could feel the warmth of her skin when they were away from gazes. He could hear her voice in all its mood: happiness, grief, anguish, love. And then he could see the sparks surrounding her form and engulfing her in the flames of eternal rest.

"I miss you. He paused

I had a dream about you the other night... you know that cabin in the forest? It was warm.

And..." Levi stopped talking, the lump in his throat had grown too overwhelming. Stupid Arlert. This was his fault.

The way back to the SC's building was shorter than Levi had expected, his mind was filled with memories. Could he have the life they all fought for? Could it have meaning without them? Her?

Shinzou wo sasageyo.

He'd try. For them. For her.

Right then the wind rose again and ruffled his hair in a familiar way. Levi looked around, he was sure he had felt her. May it be a ghost or a spirit, she was looking over him.

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Who wants to cry with me now?

Update: I saw this post and it's kinda the same vibe haha, check it out too.

[no-its-betty]

long story short – a queer reading

Okay, first of all – this is my interpretation of the song and everyone is absolutely entitled to their own. I’m not saying my view is the right one or the only one, you’re welcome to read this song in any way you feel like, apply it to your personal life, think of toe when you listen to it or literally do whatever you want with it. Feel free to add your own ideas to this post, but please keep it respectful. Just because someone thinks this song means something different than you do, that does not give you the right to attack them. Be nice, people <3

Second of all – this is the first time I’m attempting to do one of these detailed interpretations, so please bear with me.

That being said, I think it’s important to focus on how she uses male pronouns during the verses, but then switches to addressing a “you” in the chorus. It’s similar to what she does in “I think he knows”, where at first glance she is singing about one person, but when you take a closer look, she’s actually singing about two different people.

A really great point that @loversreputation​ just made and where I want to start this post: If someone were to ask Taylor why she didn’t come out after the mess that was kissgate, her reply could look like “well it’s a really long story and a lot of decisions factored into it, but long story short, it just wasn’t the right time for it”, and then this song is the long story. So here we go.

Fatefully I tried to pick my battles Til the battle picked me

Taylor was used to picking her battles, to deciding which sides of herself to show the public. Her image was under her control, until the night that kissgate happened (“til the battle picked me”). Misery Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep And you passed right by I was in the alley surrounded on all sides

I’m sure the aftermath of kissgate must have been terrible and Taylor had trouble sleeping, because she was facing the decision whether to come out now, or whether to deny everything and push herself further into the closet. She felt “surrounded on all sides”, like there was no other way out of it than to start bearding again. The knife cuts both ways

She is able to “slice” the incident out of her life, but in turn she gets hurt as well. If the shoe fits, walk in it Til your high heels break

She starts bearding with Calcium Harvest, because it works with the narrative (“the shoe fits”) and she decides to do it until her high heels break, until she can’t keep up the fancy show any longer. And I fell from the pedestal Right down the rabbit hole Long story short, it was a bad time

She fell from the “pedestal” that she built herself, her public image of her and Karlie being “best friends” was completely falling apart. I agree that “rabbit hole” could be a major nod to Dianna, but I don’t really see how to incorporate this into my interpretation of the song yet. It is also a phrase often used by Kaylors when they describe how they first found out about Kaylor and how they then fell down the rabbit hole of easter eggs and secret messages, so it could also be alluding to that. But, “long story short” (lol) – having to beard and to shut herself back into the closet was a bad time for both Taylor personally and her relationship with Karlie. Pushed from the precipice Clung to the nearest lips Long story short, it was the wrong guy

Taylor was so rushed to make a decision that she “clung to the nearest lips”, aka Calcium. But in the long run she realized that he “was the wrong guy” for this. I won’t go into detail here, but I think we can all agree on the shitshow that was their bearding relationship. Now I'm all about you I'm all about you I'm all about you

Taylor reassures Karlie that even though she had to do what she did with Calvin, she is still “all about” Karlie, and that Karlie is her number one. Actually I always felt I must look better in the rear view

Taylor always knew that one day something like this might happen. It’s her way of telling herself that she should have been more careful and should have double checked the “rear view”, or maybe the audience at the concert to see whether there were any cameras on them. Missing me At the golden gates they once held the keys to

“Golden Gates” gives me major 1989 era feels, like how they partied openly and everything was in full color. Kind of like she sings in TIWWCHNT. The gates could also be a reference to Karlie’s garden gate though (see Cruel Summer). When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door And we live in peace But if someone comes at us This time I'm ready

Maybe for a short while after kissgate happened, Taylor was fighting her own feelings for Karlie; she was unsure how they should go on after that. But she eventually “dropped her sword”, she stopped fighting it and promised Karlie that even though they are now protected by both of their beards, she will be ready the next time, should something like kissgate ever happen again. [Chorus]

I feel like the “long story short, it was the wrong guy” in the second chorus could also be a nod to Hiddleswift, another bearding relationship that brought more complications with it than it actually helped protect Kaylor. The way I see it, the “wrong guys” in this represent her bearding history since kissgate, and how she on the one hand tried to find a beard that would help her protect her true lover, and on the other hand constantly tried to reassure both Karlie and herself that they were fine. No more keeping score Now I just keep you warm No more tug of war now I just know there's more No more keeping score Now I just keep you warm And my waves meet your shore Ever and evermore

This, to me, sounds like Taylor being absolutely sure that she will do whatever it takes to protect her relationship. No more playing games, they’re both in it for the long run, because Kaylor is end game (no this post will not interpret what “happiness” might be about, I’m not ready to go there yet, pls don’t come at me). Past me I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things Your nemeses will defeat themselves Before you get the chance to swing

Taylor is talking to her “past” self here, telling herself that everything will fall into place, that the issues with her nemeses (Sc**ter? Jerk? The media?) will eventually be resolved before either of them (Kaylor) even gets “the chance to swing”. And he's passing by Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky And he feels like home If the shoe fits, walk in it Everywhere you go

Taylor starts bearding with Toe and he seems like a “rare” find, because he is not known at all and there’s less danger of something in his past coming out that discredits their bearding relationship. She clearly has the upper hand in it and he follows her orders. Bearding with Toe “feels like home”, because it feels safe. Remember that in this verse, she is once again singing of a “him”, whereas in the chorus she is back to “you”, so it’s not the same person she is talking about/to. Pushed from the precipice Climbed right back up the cliff Long story short, I survived Now I'm all about you

The change in the chorus at the end is the first time she doesn’t sing “it was the wrong guy”, but instead she sings “I survived”, because in this regard, Toe is the right guy. He is perfect as a boyfriend for her, because the “we both value a quiet life, away from the spotlight” works so well with him. He could never stir shit the way Calcium did. Long story short, it was a bad time Long story short, I survived

All the beards that led them to where they are now were a “bad time”, bad decisions. But ultimately, in the end, they survived. It was truly a long story (just like this post is), but the outcome was positive. I like to think of this as the other side to DWOHT, the one that is not quite so shattering and heartbreaking, but tells the story of how the world fell apart around them, but they made it out on the other side.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to add your thoughts to this! But like I said, please keep it respectful.

[crystalelemental]

Alright, we’re up to 17 wins.  Only 7 of them were done with only general pool or F2P options, literally everything else has required limited availability options.  Well, except for the Fantina one.  I should add that as an option, but it was a clear against Uxie which was the least valuable option.

“Shouldn’t there be ten teams?”  Well yes.  There should.  I uh.  I don’t remember where some of them went.  I may have overwritten them.  A bit.  Listen I don’t know what I was thinking, but I remember what the teams were, so they’re included below.

Champion Iris, Sonia, BP Zinnia vs. Latias As expected of Champion Iris, this match was incredibly easy.  BP Zinnia was brought along because we’re running out of units who can buff both attack and crit at the same time, and why not?  Very consistent and powerful team.

SS Dawn, Anni May, Winona vs. Moltres The height of hubris.  We absolutely, 100% cannot beat Moltres’ second bar without weather being set up again.  But what we can do is one-shot the final bar if May gets sync up after bar 2.  Thanks to SS Dawn’s defensive buffs, and May’s special attack debuffs in phase 1, we’re able to take a surprisingly good amount of hits.  I don’t think it’s consistent, but it’s possible.

Anni Lillie, Surge&Electrode, Marley vs. Uxie Anni Lillie may not be able to win this fight with any team, but it’s pretty damn close.  Marley is just for some speed buffs, Surge&Electrode can debuff special attack.  I thought about saving him for Latias, and going for a defensive buffer here instead, but frankly his one (1) contribution to Latias was never enough to make anyone work, even SS Serena.  So I broke and used him here.

Misty&Starmie, Darach, SC Diantha vs. Latias Darach’s a really good pick in this fight.  Focus on taking out Alakazam first, and you can keep this entire team locked down really easily.  SC Diantha’s sync nuke is tremendous, and Misty has special defense buffs to keep everyone alive.  I did try Darach independently but Brave Bird is not a good move for this kind of match.

SS Blue, Ingo, Princess Hilda vs. Moltres We needed SS Blue to keep us alive, sad to say.  Thankfully, Ingo’s got the buffs that Hilda needs, and this ultimately wasn’t too terribly bad, despite no MPR and playing as loose with this as we did with SS Dawn and Anni May.  Not consistent.

NY!Lillie, Lucy, Renegade Cynthia vs. Uxie Hysterically consistent.  Lucy may be weak to Psychic, but Cynthia will get the job done very quickly if she can land the status.  I had to roll Poison Fang six times for the 50%, so that’s about as bad as it’ll get, and we still won easily.  Very consistent.

Kimono Jasmine, Classic Elesa, Lisia vs. Latias I told you Lisia could do it!  You know, with help.  Kimono Jasmine’s help.  Lisia is so bad otherwise.  But she does deal great damage, and similar to Darach, Defog is great to keep its initial evasion low so you can keep pressure up.  Classic Elesa debuffs everything and makes it very easy to kill.

H!Caitlin, Anni Steven, Anni Skyla vs. Moltres Did you know Anni Steven is the single hardest Moltres counter in the game right now?  Weather Wipe is on his basic attack, meaning he constantly just...removes sun.  For free.  All the time.  That’s insane.  I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Anni Steven really good.  If anything, the current structure has me thinking, Anni Steven better than SS Serena.  No I’m serious.  He’s a hard counter to one of the worst fights Gauntlet can throw at you, and SS Serena is what, big damage numbers that can’t bypass Latias’ gimmick, or get her Restrain condition on Cresselia?  So she just beats Latios?  Everyone beats Latios, that’s not special.

BP Morty, Fantina, Erika&Vileplume vs. Uxie I just wanted a Fantina win, and this was a really, really easy setup for it.  Erika also has great potential to debuff special defense, and provides paralysis for status.  Morty has Confuse Ray for the status change, and flinch when possible.  Fantina’s your damage dealer.  Actually really consistent, I was surprised.

NY!Sabrina, SS Leaf, Janine vs. Latias I was mostly goofing around with this one, but...it works.  It actually works really well.  Like okay, part of this absolutely comes down to luck.  You need to hit Latias at all when it boosts evasion, and that’s really challenging, and Leaf has to be able to hit Poison and can’t take sync.  But all of them have Vigilance in my game, so the guaranteed crits aren’t scary, and the combination of two pop healers and a gradual healing effect was really strong.  Also we have debuffs on all five major stats going around, so this team tanks really, really well.  And when Leaf hit on Frenzy Plant, she was able to deal like 11k per attack by the end.  So very good.

Final Thoughts Predictably, Moltres is the hardest to get consistent, while Uxie is the easiest overall.  Latias has some consistent options available through PokeFair options, but Moltres, unique among its kind, has no seriously consistent options except Anni Steven.  Even its usual counters with weather setters doesn’t actually work out well, thanks to lack of MPR.  So yeah, I think Anni Steven may have actually increased his viability in my eyes significantly.  Being such an absolute hard counter to that fight is really, really good.  Like yeah, he still needs some help with general survivability and buffing as many stats as possible, but that’s kinda par for the course.

[plush-rabbit]

Can I Ask You Something?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

You’re in the middle of getting ready, a brush in hand when you freeze. Your ears burn with embarrassment and disbelief- you really had talked to some random stranger on the internet and offered your number to them! And if that wasn’t the worst part, you don’t even know what they looked like, or even know their name! And you told them your name! And even gave them your phone number! You bury your face in your hands and let out a pitiful groan. God, you were always so open and vulnerable when you were half-asleep but this just takes the cake.

“I did want more friends,” you muttered to yourself. “Plus he doesn’t seem too creepy. Maybe he’s just insecure or something with his appearance. Maybe it’s a quirk thing.” You try to reason to yourself, your words not holding much conviction and a swarm of butterflies beginning to form in your stomach, swirling and making you nauseous with anxiety.

You glance at your phone and check your messages. You had received no new messages and the part of you that craved acceptance was disappointed, your ego hurt and the sick feeling of shame taking over.

“Maybe this is for the best, I don’t even know his name,” your voice was quiet and unsure. You tried to convince yourself, the butterflies that began to flutter last night were now a rampaging swarm that made you feel like they would burst out at any second and all your anxieties and fears would consume and feast on your broken body.

Your eyes grew wide and you covered your head. Broken gasps left you, everything too hot all of a sudden, the clothes on you were no longer fresh and left you feeling like an imposter wearing your skin, that the minute you would walk out of the comfort of your own home, you would be mocked and laughed at. You were finding it harder to breathe and you clawing at your chest through your clothes, tears burning in the corners of your eyes. As your vision began to blur, your chest heaving and heart pumping that you felt it would burst out, you phone vibrated against the counter, a loud, invading buzz making you flinch. Rising on shaky legs, you picked up your phone and wiped a clammy hand down the side of your jeans, the scratchy feeling bringing you back to reality. You forced yourself to look at the screen, desperate for any kind of distraction, for the heaviness in your chest to lighten.

Your vision blurred and tears made their way down your face. With the back of your hand, you wiped them away, sniffling and shook your free hand. You focused on where a notification had appeared on the lock screen, an unregistered number popping up with a simple message of ‘hello’. And with a sense of focus, everything felt a bit more breathable. You cleared your throat, forced back the lump in your throat and opened the new message.

It took you a moment to register who it was. You could only guess that it was him, you really couldn’t remember giving your number out to other strangers. You snorted and shook your head. Fingers danced over the screen, typing out your reply, a shaky smile already forming on your lips.

You:

{Look at you messaging me first. Never thought I’d see the day:’)}

You waited with bated breath, going through other options of how you could have replied him before shaking your head- that was probably one of the better ways to respond to him- he was sarcastic, you could be playful and tease him and the former would just throw an insult your way or deflect the question. With breaths finally returning to normal, took a deep breath and went to prepare yourself a sandwich before you ventured off.

You returned to a silent phone, the message marked with “Read” and you cleared your throat. You saved his number under his nickname.

You tried to relax yourself, that while he had a very strong idea of who you were and that it wouldn’t be all that difficult to find who you are, there was no real danger to who you were talking to. The bread underneath your fingertips was indented. You’d be fine in the end. You were just overreacting. In the middle of a bite, your phone buzzed, the message icon displaying across the upper screen.

Toma:

[I already regret this]

You quickly typed out a message, not wanting to lose this playful banter. At least it was playful to you. He was already hard to read when you’d hear his voice, but now that it through pure text, you had no idea what his tone was, what he really could be thinking and what he actually wanted to say before being deleted and retyped.

You:

{And yet you still reply:P}

You thought it was best to skip over the pleasantries, figuring out that he probably didn’t want to talk about how he slept or hearing of the weird dreams that you had that night. No, he seemed more like the type to get to the point, to just say what he’s thinking and act impulsively, not thinking about the repercussions or perhaps not even caring about them if there were any.

Toma:

[Getting your number was a mistake]

You let out a laugh. The feeling In your stomach had already been muted by your lunch, but now it seemed to rise up, wanting to remind you that your anxieties still had you on a tight leash, one that choked you and beg for air.

You:

{So how come you messaged me first??}

{I don’t mind it!! I had a fun time last night:) But I didn’t think you did, which is fine but you could’ve not messaged me}

{Sooo,,, I don’t know where I’m going with this://}

Shigaraki stared at the screen, his upper lip curled into a sneer and red eyes in narrowed slits. If he were to be honest, he had only messaged you because he was bored. It had been a particularly slow day at the League, plans having been changed to another day, meetings having already been done earlier and it was a rare for them to get a day where they had it to themselves- where they didn’t need to plan or worry about if this would be their last day on this miserable planet.

But that rare moment of peace never extended to him. Shigaraki always had to plan. He had to be one step ahead of everyone- he can’t risk a day, an hour, a minute- he had to go over everything until he was sure there were no faults in his plans. Yet, on this day, his head was foggy, muddled with insecurities he wouldn’t dare speak out, and starting to hurt with a combination from lack of sleep and staring at the same plans that constantly shifted, always finding a flaw.

His hands were clasped in front of him, fingers massaging into his skin. His eyes slowly closed and he released a long exhale. His skin itched and burned and his patience was already wearing thin.  Red eyes leer at the phone that sits on his desk, screen black and silent.

The phone was almost always silent, only used for a few messages that were sent to him by members of the League or notifications of mobile games. However, his phone now buzzes with your messages, with mundane conversations as if you were talking to an old friend. You talk to him as if he were an ordinary person who had a family and didn’t risk his life by his mere existence.

Yet, that wasn’t who he was. He was a killer, one of Japan’s most wanted, someone who could and would kill you with just a touch of his hand. As far as you were concerned, he wasn’t any of that. He doesn’t know what compels him to message you, he knows he doesn’t want a slice of normalcy, he has a dream and the will to do it and you were just going to be a distraction, a small weight tying him down. He shakes his head and types a message to you, the words disappearing and reappearing as he figures out what to say, and a small part of him, one that he will deny even in death, wants you to reply back to him, wants to have a small distraction for a second even if it’s from someone that doesn’t know who he truly is.

Toma:

[I was bored]

He doesn’t have to wait long for your reply, you come eager and begging for his attention, trying to hold on it.

You:

{Yeah, that’s valid}

{What are you up to?}

He wonders if you really are interested in what he’s doing or it it’s courtesy that you’ve extended to him. He bites down on his lip, gnawing on it until it stings as he reads your words. He reasons to himself that there really is no harm in talking to you- this friendship that you’ve made up in your mind won’t go on longer for a month, it’ll stay purely through messaging until one of you grows bored and then you would both part ways- you would go on to live an ordinary life and he would change the world or die trying. But death was never going to be an option for him- he’d bare his teeth and bite until blood was flowing before he would die.

He was aware that he when he messaged, he wasn’t the most expressive person, his replies often one-worded and blunt and even though you messaged him with what he felt was full enthusiasm and adding emoticons, he was going to stick to his messaging style.

Shigaraki let out another sigh. He just wanted to take a break from his notes, for just a second. But he couldn’t shake off your question. Why had he messaged you? Was it simply to feel a bit of normalcy? Last night, you were the one to give him your number, he hadn’t exchanged his so he could have easily not have messaged you. But he was bored and exhausted from finding a flaw in every plan, angry dark marks etched on the paper, balls of crumbled up paper littering the floor, and broken pencils. He clears his throat. He just wanted a second of mindless distraction.

He ponders if he should actually tell you what he really is doing, he wonders if you’d take him seriously or if you’d think he was joking and play along. But he can’t risk it. Not unless he could dispose of you right away. The chair creaks as he leans back on it, staring at your message, he makes something up- a simple mundane task that everyone does.

Toma:

[Grocery shopping]

On the other side of the screen, you perked up. Messaging wasn’t always your strongest suit, you had enough trouble reading people’s intentions and tone when you were face to face to face with them. But to add a screen in between the parties with no tone control, just words that could have been spoken in a number of ways, it made you nervous. You were always left wondering if the other people on the side of screen had wanted to stop the conversation, if your sarcasm was reached over with the help of an emoticon or if the messaged had made you seem like stuck-up.

Messaging with the stranger that you had met online certainly didn’t help ease your worries. He was always harsh when you two would play. There was always a hint of annoyance, a backhanded compliment tossed at you every now and then, a snide remark when someone would mess up. It was easy to say that he wasn’t the nicest and yet, you still offered to message him, to talk to him more and reach out a hand towards him. And he took your hand. You didn’t want this acquaintanceship to die of so quickly, you didn’t want to read every word he sent you through scrutinizing eyes, you just wanted to talk to him for a bit.

“Just don’t overthink it. Don’t be so weird about it,” you told yourself, letting out a breath.

You:

Oh, that’s neat! What are you getting?

I need to go shopping soon. My snack stash is running low:(((

The sandwich at the table looked unappetizing. You were so awful at making conversation it was almost funny. Almost.

The phone buzzed against the table; the loud, shrill noise making you cringe and gulp down the last bits of your drink.

Toma

[Snack stash?]

He was dodging the question. The innate want of wanting to pry bubbled up but you were aware that it was an odd thing to ask why a person wanted to avoid such a simple question so you buried the feeling down. There was no point in making a mountain out a mole hill.

You:

{Yeah, a stash with all my favorite snacks}

{I don’t like going out too often so I always make sure that I have plenty of snacks to last me a while}

{Plus it’s good practice for self-control lmao}

His replies stopped shortly after that. Your fingers nervously tapped on the counter as you waited, perking up when your phone buzzed but deflating when it was another notification. You shook your head. You didn’t want to be so caught up on messaging one person. You shouldn’t get your feelings hurt over something so trivial. You wanted to believe those words but it was hard to. You didn’t know why he had such an effect on you; it wasn’t like you’ve seen his face or had an actual conversation with him. But the thought of the potential friendship was nice.

A low groan was held in the back of your throat. Your hands raided the pantry, pulling out bags of chips that contained crumbs, crackers, a box with one packet of fruit gummies. Your shoulders drooped and you glanced at your phone once more. You glanced out the window and clicked your tongue.

It wasn’t too late. There was still a bit of daylight out, the streetlights illuminating the streets with a soft orange glow. “I need more snacks,” you whispered to yourself, your hand touching your stomach and clenching the fabric of your shirt.

Leaves crunched under your foot, weeds in between cracks flattening and blowing with what little breeze was out. The sun was setting casting the city is a deep orange and pink glow. It wasn’t a long walk from where you lived to the nearest convenience store, your bag bounced against your hip as  you walked, your phone placed inside to keep from falling out of your back pocket. The wind rustled your hair, a fresh breeze that cooled you down from the humidity in the air.

You had your head in the clouds, making a mental check list on the things you needed. You clicked your tongue, pulling a sour face and regretting that you didn’t properly check your cabinets before you left. However, when you were at your apartment, you were busy thinking about other things- or rather someone else. You started thinking about your new online friend for what must’ve been an unhealthy amount of times in the time that you’ve known him. You wanted to know more about him but you knew that if you pushed he would’ve retreated. You had a forlorn look on your face as you thought about what you could do to improve the friendship between the both of you but you felt sick about forcing him into a friendship that he didn’t want.

A bell interrupted your thoughts as you entered the store. The cold air from the air conditioner provided you relief from the outside. The cashier welcomed you, meeting your eyes for a brief second before they continued their transaction with an already existing customer. There was a current pop song playing low in the speakers, the lyrics filling your mind and pushing out any other thoughts. You smiled back at them, waving your hand before grabbing a plastic basket and walking in between the aisles, your hands picking things up and dropping them in the basket.

You made your way to the back of the store, the chill air coming from the freezers making the hair on your arms stand on their ends. Your eyes analyzed the doors, looking for any other treats you’d might like, frost creeping from edges of the door to the center. Plastic snowflakes and little stickers of soda bottles and tubs of ice cream with smiling faces decorated the frosty doors.

You licked your lips and looked down at your full basket. You shook your head and decided to get the frozen treats, opting to walk quickly back home so the treats wouldn’t freeze. The condensation expels from the door, your eyes narrowing as it stings you.

There’s movement in the corner of your eyes and you see a figure standing a door away from you. Their back was hunched and a hand was placed on their chin, eyes scanning the chilled food that laid inside. His eyes made eye contact and you smiled nervously, quickly returning your gaze and grabbing the ice pops inside. You scurried off to the register, hand clutching the handle of the bag tight.

The cashier made small talk with you, commenting about the day and scanning the items and placing them in a plastic bag. You heard steps approach behind you and handed the cashier the money, telling them thank you and to have a good day.

Dark clouds covered the sky, a chill wind has replaced the humidity, and you begin your trek back home. You smile at passing people, the bags heavy in your hands there’s a fear that they’ll rip from the handles before you reach your place. Cars drive past you, yellow and white lights illuminating you for a second and casting shadows that stretch across the concrete.

A large shadow appears behind you, overtaking your own shadow and it stills when you pause in your steps. You straighten your back and turn around, eyes widening for a split second before you smile at the man behind you.

He’s lanky and tall, limbs look a bit too long and he has short cropped hair. He smiles back at you and it sends a chill down your spine. He’s the same guy from the freezer aisle. You notice there’s less people around, the cars passing by in fewer numbers and you speed our pace. Thunder cracks overhead and the smell of rain fills the air. The steps behind you quicken. Your jaw tightens and you try to force yourself to relax. The odds of being interrupted in your commute are low. It’s about to rain so maybe they’re just running for cover.

“Hi!” His voice is cheery and eyes are wide. “Listen, I saw you in the store.” His hands are moving as he talks and he matches your pace. He either fails to notice the look of discomfort on your face or he simply doesn’t care. You glance around trying to find someone who could help you but the streets are empty, wind rustles and picks up fallen leaves making them dance in the wind. He babbles on, pausing when you do and he shoves his hands in his pocket but his arms are still moving.

“I-uh, listen,” you try to interject but he continues to talk, his voice speaking over yours and it makes you bite the inside of your cheeks. “Listen, I have to go home.” You say firmly, and turn away from the man. You walk away, your feet hurting from the hard stomps on the concrete.

His voice begins to call out to you, and he tells you to wait up but you continue your walk not wanting to look back and it begins to mist. You feel your skin begin to crawl. He stills calls behind you, and you bags in our hand begin to grow heavier. There’s a passing thought that your ice pops might melt. You feel as if you’ve been walking forever, your legs growing tired and chest lacking air, your body heats up and the sound of the thunder covers the man’s voice.

There’s a sharp tug on your elbow, the plastic bags bounce around and hit your thigh. You rip your arm free and the man’s face grows twisted and eyes darken to an amber hue. “Listen, I just wanted to ask for your number,” his tone is annoyed and eyes roll, “but now that you’re acting—”

“Okay! Bye!” You shout, and tug your arm free. You walk away from him quick, the bags slap against you and you just want to head home already.

-

You walk into your apartment, kicking your shoes off and dropping the bags on the floor in the kitchen. You quickly shove the ice pops into the freezer, opting to check their condition later.

Your elbow burns at where you were touched. You gingerly touch the crease of your elbow, fingertips feeling as if they’re touching something that doesn’t belong. You shake your head. You grab a paper towel and wipe your face; the mist from the rain has left your feeling icky and uncomfortable wet.

You grab a pack of sweets from the bag, choosing to put everything away later. Your bag is tossed onto the coffee table falling with a dull thud. You flop onto the couch, the sweets tasting sour on your tongue. It slides down heavy in your throat and you toss the bag on the coffee table.

You think back to what the man had said. He grabs your arm and chases you down from the convenience store because he wanted your number. Bile rises in the back of your throat and you grip your shirt into clumps. You can still feel the clamminess of his hand on your elbow. You swipe it away with a rough drag of your hand.

“I basically did the same thing with Toma,” you whisper to yourself. “Granted it wasn’t as rough but you still bothered him enough.” Your face shines a bright red that burns your face.

You sigh and close your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows together and opening them up when your phone buzzes in your bag. You turn to face it and with lazy movements, you pull it out and glance at the notification. Tomaraki’s name pops up. A smile forms on your face before you smother it down feeling guilty. You click on his notification and his messages fill the screen.

Toma:

[Just do whatever you want]

[Its snacks who gives a fuck]

You:

{Yeah, you’re right}

{Hey, I’m feeling kind of shitty, message me later if ya want}

You don’t have the energy or clear mind to continue a conversation with him and you didn’t want to waste his time if he was busy or something. You laid back on the couch, placing the phone on your chest and you thought that maybe if you fell asleep, you’d wake up feeling better.

“Nothing bad happened to you, just a comment that sounded bad,” you thought to yourself, hands clenching your shirt above your stomach. Your eyes grew heavy and you could feel yourself slipping into a nap when the phone buzzes on your chest. You groan and check the phone, squinting your eyes at the light.

Toma:

[Fine]

You frown and feel worse- the sinking feeling in your stomach grows heavier. What if he thought that you were mad at him because he replied late? What if he thought that you didn’t want to talk to him anymore? Oh god. You really hated overthinking. Your covers your eyes with the balls of your hands, colors pop behind your closed eyelids.

You:

{I just had a shitty encounter is all, I’ll feel better after I nap}

{Message me in like an hour if you want:P}

Shigaraki stares at his phone annoyance. He hadn’t asked for an explanation but he did feel a bit more at ease. From the few conversations that you have had with him, you had always seemed rather chipper, like an excitable pup, albeit a bit awkward but you never really seemed to be in a bad mood. A part of him wanted to know what happened and he knew that if he asked, you would tell him.

Toma:

[What happened?]

Your eyes furrowed at the message. You wanted to tell him but it’s not like it was a big deal, it was just uncomfortable and the aftereffects are what made you more upset than anything else.

You:

[I’ll tell you if you call me lmao]

You groaned immediately after sending that message. However, you reasoned to yourself that he wouldn’t call you- he barely wanted to have a video chat with you.

-

In the make-shift living room, where Shigaraki sat with the other members, he stared at his phone glancing around at everyone and humming when they were engrossed in their activities. Dabi Mr. Compress, Twice and Spinner were playing a game of cards, a stench of smoke filling the air, while Toga was painting her nails, blowing on them gently and snickering when she looks at Dabi’s cards, a harsh shush and sparks flying from his mouth.

Looking back down at his phone, Shigaraki stood up and made his way towards his living room, waving his hand when Toga yelled goodnight. He locks the door behind him and sat on the chair in his bedroom. He stares at your message, unblinking and deciding “screw it”, as he pushes the call button. The call rang for a moment too long and for a second he thought it was going to go to voicemail. And then he heard your voice.

“Hello?” You sound puzzled.

“What happened?” He decides to get to the point.

“Oh!” You could feel embarrassment flood your face. You laugh nervously and it cuts off too soon. “It isn’t- It’s not anything big. It-it’s dumb. It’s not like anything happened, it’s just me being stupid like always, ha,” you giggled nervously, your voice trailing off towards the end. “It really isn’t anything big. It was just a weird thing.” He can hear your nervousness through the phone, you sound out of breath and he hears fabric rustling in the background.

“Tell me.” He’s losing his patience. Why bother to tease him something and then not even commit to telling him?

You sighed into the phone, and you rationalized to yourself that he wouldn’t care. That maybe afterwards you two could talk about something else and that you’d forget the whole thing that wasn’t really a thing. But even that thought weighs you down.

You let out a shaky breath; your voice is low and hesitant. “So, I was running low on snacks, right? And I went to the closest convenience store which is like fifteen minutes by foot. And like, I buy my things and like when I’m walking home a guy keeps trying to talk to me and I’m just uncomfortable and I walk away and then he grabs my elbow and he like basically wanted my number and—” a lump grows in your throat— “Why do you keep talking to me? You don’t have to. I don’t want it to be like I’m forcing you to talk to me. I’m sure you’re busy with other things and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me.” You bite down on your lip, gnawing on it till you feel the raw flesh sting. “I’m being dumb again.” You bite down on the raw spot on your lip, feeling a faint metallic taste linger on your lips. “Sorry for wasting your time.”

He’s at a loss for words. He’s tongue flicks out and licks his chapped lips. He’s silent for a while, eyes darting around the room hoping to find an answer hidden in there. “That’s dumb.” His reply is harsh.

“What part?” You whisper, tracing the edge of the phone with your finger.

“I’m still talking to you, aren’t I? If I didn’t want to talk to you I wouldn’t have fucking called or even messaged you,” he snaps. He grits his teeth and a free hand scratches his neck, dull red lines appearing and growing brighter until it stings. “It’s fucking dumb of you to ask.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and the sick feeling in your stomach has begun to lessen. “I just didn’t want it to be like I was twisting your arm is all,” you chuckle dryly.

“Well you’re not,” he huffed.

“Thanks. For like the confirmation,” you speak softly, curling in on yourself on the torture. “It uh, it means a lot.”

He scoffs into the receiver. The hands on his neck have stopped scratching; his fingertips rub at the sore spots. His chest tightens and he tells you to shut up.

“No, no. I mean it. I know it’s dumb but it just- I appreciate knowing that you aren’t like being forced to talk to me. I know I probably came off too strong and maybe you felt like you had to say yes so I like knowing that you aren’t forced to talk to me,” you ramble, ears tinged red.

His hands twitch and nails scratch at the wounds. He hisses in pain and teeth grit, his opens into a palm and he applies pressure to his neck.

“Are you okay?” You voice is frantic and you rise from your position. “Toma, you good?”

He hesitates for a second. “Yeah, I’m fine.” His eyes scan the room. “I hit my knee on my desk.”

“Ouch. I have this coffee table that I keep bumping into so it has a bunch of dents and chipped off paint but it really ties in the room together so the pain is worth it.” The lump in your throat has disappeared and you reach over to grab the bag of sweets, popping one in your mouth as you speak. “I think I might get those like baby proof things.” You crinkle the bag in your hand and take a deep breath. “Can you tell me about your day?” Your voice is soft and he can hear plastic in the background.

“Why?”

“I told you about my day,” you shrug. “Plus, I just want to hear your voice for a little while.” You snuggled deeper into the couch, curling in on yourself, and lay the phone on the couch. “Indulge me. I told you about my day, you tell me yours.”

He wanted to tell you to fuck off, that the only reason he got curious about your day was because you had been cryptic with yours. He bit at his bottom lip, his eyes casted to the right for a right a brief second. He’s quiet for a long time- he can hear you shift around on the other side of the phone and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“It wasn’t anything special.” He starts off slow, choosing his words correctly. “Woke up. Did stuff. And now I’m talking to you.”

You roll your eyes. “Vague as usual.” You click your tongue. “You didn’t play the game today?”

“Hadn’t thought about it.” He’s honest with you for once.

You let out a sharp laugh, stretching in the couch before turning over on your stomach, resting your chin on your hands and your phone now moved in front of you, leaning against the armrest. “Yeah? I’m surprised. With a level and stats as high as yours, I pegged you as the type to play that game every chance you had.”  You twirl your finger on the air, a teasing smile on your lips.

“I had other things to do.” He says- his tone a tad defensive.

“Oh?” Your voice rises in pitch. “Oh, right, right. You did “stuff” today. How could I ever forget your descriptive storytelling. Silly me.” Your voice has a kittenish quality. “So, despite having to do- what I’m sure is gruesome stuff- how has your day been so far?”

He doesn’t secretly dream of having a normal life- a life where he isn’t a villain, where his quirk isn’t something that can cause mass destruction- he doesn’t want any of that. He has a goal that he needs to reach. He has his life set out in front of him. But talking to you, as much as he hates it, doesn’t fill with him with dread or anxiety. It isn’t an overbearing weight that it once was, it feels lighter. He doesn’t want to know about your personal life, he doesn’t want to hear to hear you laugh. He doesn’t want to hear you say that you want hear his voice.

“Toma? You there?” You whisper, your voice gentle.

“I’m here,” he rasps out. He doesn’t want to be here.

“Wanna hear what I’m planning to do tomorrow?” You ask timidly.

You don’t wait for a reply. Instead, you start to talk about your plans for tomorrow. You talk about how you’ll try to wake up early, maybe do some yoga if it’s early enough. Or how you’ll make a simple breakfast; how you’ve been dying to try to make fluffy pancakes but you never have the motivation to actually make breakfast so you usually eat some fruit or pastry that you have lying around. You mention how you’ll call your other friends and ask to hang out or maybe just have a group call and talk about nothing and everything all at once. You laugh a bit when you talk about your friends. You mention how the call usually lasts for hours- the most being six- and how you’re always tired the next day, how you have a headache that’s caused by lack of sleep but you never regret the calls. You giggle at the end of that tangent and mention that it’s a dumb inside joke where you’ll start to complain four hours in that you’re tired but the call will keep going and towards the end of the call you’ll start getting sarcastic when they mention that they’re tired. You try to stifle your giggles and change topics to move on to what you might eat tonight- that you aren’t in the mood for anything too heavy, but you don’t want any fast food. You ask for his opinion on what he should eat and he mentions ordering ramen. You nod and tell him that’s a good idea. You talk about everything to him; you’re so open with this stranger that you don’t even know the name of. And he tells you this. There’s no bite to his voice, no insult ready to strike at you; just an observation.

You hesitate to answer. You tap on your phone, the screen lighting up. You’ve been on the call for a little over an hour and half. The corner of your mouth twitches.

“I don’t know.” It’s the truth. “I think… I think I was just really lonely that night.” The words are heavy on your tongue. “I mean, we had talked beforehand. When we did missions and stuff. We did team ups often enough and I guess I grew to like being around you. Or, er, talking to you.” You rub your lip between your teeth. “I mean, I’m okay not knowing your name. It isn’t like I’ve told you much about myself. You only know my first name and face but you don’t know where I live or my full name so,” you trail off, unsure how to end. “You aren’t really a stranger. I may not know your actual name but I’m gonna take a guess and say that the name you gave me has to be similar to your actual name.” You aren’t exactly wrong. “And I don’t know. Some people are,” you try to choose your next words carefully, “insecure of how they look. So I don’t really hold it against you if you don’t want me to see your actual face, ya know? Or even if it’s a privacy thing. I get it.” There’s silence on his end. “Did that make sense?”

He mumbles his agreement. Not all of it made for sound logic but it was logical to you, you gave your reasons and while they weren’t exactly the strongest, you stuck by them. He bends his head down and he clicks his tongue.

Twice knocks on his door and enters after a second has passed. Shigaraki twists his body and stares as Twice jerks his thumb over his shoulder and says that everyone is itching for something to do and every word after that is inaudible. He’s sitting at an angle, the phone that is pressed up against his ear, is hidden by his hair. You’re back to talking, unaware that Shigaraki has been interrupted, and he’s tuning out every word Twice is saying, only giving him a shake of the hand to indicate that he’ll be there, wherever there is, later. The door slams behind him and you ask what that was. He replies that he dropped something. You nod your head, only to give a verbal acknowledgement when you remember that he can’t see you.

“So, we’ve been talking for a while,” you breathe out. “Do you want to stop? I don’t mind talking to you for longer but I just wanted to make sure you weren’t bored of me yet.” You chuckle at the end, it’s a bit unsure but not totally humorless.

Shigaraki squints his eyes and pulls the phone away from him. Ten minutes until two hours. You two have been talking to close to two hours. Or rather, you talked for two hours while he listened.

“I uh, didn’t mean to talk for so long, heh.” You chuckle again and this time it’s humorless. “Next time you can talk and I’ll just listen.” You take off the speaker and press the phone close to your ear. You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your head on them.

Two months of group missions. Two weeks of missions done together alone. One late night call. Half a day of messaging. One two hour call.

“Toma, you there?” Your voice is back to being soft again. It reminds him of something he once craved for and thinking about it makes his head hurt. It unsettles him and he can’t think straight.

“Tomura.” His voice is too low. You almost didn’t catch it. You’re surprised you did.

“Tomura?” You question what this means. Is it a code or is it- oh.

You say his name again. Just above a whisper. The name is heavy on your tongue. And then you hear a click and the line is empty. You blink one. Twice. Your eyes are wide like owls and you mouth his name. And then you let out a shaky breath, the corner of your lips twitching upwards before allowing a full grin to take over.

“Tomura.” You click your tongue and rise up from the couch. Your fingers type at the screen and his name stares up at you. “It’s a nice name.”

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[lee-do-hwas]

dodanru university oneshot

@bookishserendipity03 requested a platonic dodanru university fic so here it is! i’m sorry for taking so long, but this went in a direction i wasn’t really expecting and it ended up longer than originally planned. it’s around 3k words and mostly fluff + a lot of lee do hwa (because i love him). thanks for reading!!

When Eun Dan Oh finally found Haru amongst the seemingly endless crowd of familiar faces at Seuli University, it felt like a miracle. She’d searched for him ever since she’d been reborn, even if she hadn’t quite known what (or who) she was looking for at first. They spent hours walking around campus in circles, recounting the events of their previous lives and catching each other up to speed on their current character setups. Eun Dan Oh was relatively the same in this story. She was the sole daughter of a wealthy businessman and engaged to a fiance who would never love her back— the author really hadn’t put much effort into that one. The main difference now was that instead of a heart disease, Dan Oh’s conflict revolved around taking over the family business. She was cutthroat, goal oriented, and constantly focused on how to get ahead in the world. In contrast, Haru was a psychology major and Oh Nam Joo’s stoic but sweet best friend. He was always in the library and spent most of his time tutoring other students. Compared to the eccentric and naive Oh Nam Joo, he was the “mature” friend who kept both their heads on straight. It wasn’t lost on Dan Oh how suspiciously close Haru’s setup was to his actual personality.

The author’s newest comic was an attempt at more mature storytelling, following the lives of various university students as they made their way through the trials and tribulations of adulthood. To put it simply, it was drama bait. But the dramatic tone of “These Fragile Hearts” gave the characters way more freedom than the predictably cheesy plot of “Secret”. Not only were there multiple protagonists this time, but a much larger cast of named supporting characters meaning…they were safe. Eun Dan Oh’s days were no longer numbered due to a heart condition and Haru wasn’t unnamed Student 13. Outside of Dan Oh’s ongoing family theatrics and Haru’s chemistry void romance with Yeo Joo Da (now a biology major and nothing more than an extra herself) they had all the time in the world to meet up in the shadows. Even on stage, they had a lot of scenes together— sometimes entire conversations. They were fine with playing their parts. In comparison to before, they practically had all the alone time in the world. 

Eun Dan Oh became a regular visitor of Oh Nam Joo and Haru’s cramped studio apartment. They only had one pullout couch, a coffee table, and a few foldable chairs, but that was more than enough furniture for three people. Oh Nam Joo was surprisingly chill with Dan Oh’s presence after she was introduced as Haru’s “friend from middle school” and eventually just gave her the extra key so she could let herself in. If she got off first, Dan Oh usually hung around and cleaned up to keep herself busy until Haru got home. After inevitably helping him lead his overly emotional (and sometimes drunk) roommate to bed, they would head out every night without fail. Some nights they went on roadtrips in an attempt to map out just how far their small, fictional world went. Others, they sat in front of their tree and stared up at the stars. Whether their time together was full of conversation or entirely silent, Eun Dan Oh appreciated all of it. Haru was the one to finally put into words how it felt to be in such a fortunate situation, how lucky the two of them were to have one another after going through so much: extraordinary.

It felt greedy to ask for more. But something was missing. Something that felt like it should have been obvious given the fact that Eun Dan Oh remembered almost everything about both “Secret” and “Trumpet Flower”. The small gaps in her memory mocked her, just specific enough to feel significant. After she found Haru, most of her memories came back in waves. There were only a few things that didn’t click and Dan Oh hated it. What could she still be missing? Sometimes she encountered a new, vaguely familiar face and wondered if they were the key to unlocking everything. She’d stomp over to the large library near her apartment and scour the shelves for an explanation. Maybe it was another lifetime she’d lost. Maybe it was something even scarier. Whatever it was, Eun Dan Oh didn’t want to be caught by surprise ever again. Even finding the hardcover copy of “These Fragile Hearts” hidden deep within the psychology department’s library didn’t help much. For days and then weeks, Dan Oh kept an eye out for something strange. She all but gave up…and then one day an extra ran past her, the angle of the sun’s rays just bright enough to shield his face. Someone who was probably not only nameless but also faceless. Without knowing who he was she knew. This was the person she’d been looking for.

After that day Eun Dan Oh kept her eyes out for any and every extra that walked by. She could recognize almost all of them after a week of people watching. There was one girl who had a very obvious (and unrequited) crush on Oh Nam Joo, another student who loved to feed the pigeons every morning, a man who held the door for the main characters during almost every scene without ever being acknowledged otherwise, and many more. None of them had names. Dan Oh went out of her way to speak to them but of course none of the extras she befriended were ever the extra she was looking for. When Eun Dan Oh did finally find him, it was entirely by chance.

“Watch out!” A student carrying a large pile of books and loose leaf paper flew down the library hallway and directly into Eun Dan Oh’s line of sight. 

The man scurried out of the way just in time to not knock her over, but his stack of books wobbled precariously. Dan Oh couldn’t even see his face behind the comically tall barrier of reading material. In a single moment, her curiosity got the better of her and she made the decision to try something dumb. Moving one finger closer, Eun Dan Oh poked the stack of books. It immediately toppled to the ground and into a pile beside them.

The man sighed and stared at his books dejectedly. “I can’t believe this…I’m gonna be late to my nine thirty.”

He ran his fingers through his fluffy blondish-brown hair and glared at the pile through huge, circular glasses. He was…pouting? His facial expression could only be described as similar to that of a kicked puppy. Eun Dan Oh almost felt bad. He quickly looked back up at her with panicked eyes.

“None of those hit you, right? Are you okay?” Both his hands were in his hair and he looked like the picture book definition of “stressed college student”.

Eun Dan Oh stopped staring and crouched down, handing him the book closest to her with a smile. “No, I’m fine. What’s your name?”

“I’m—uh, why do you ask?” he replied meekly. So he didn’t have a name. Eun Dan Oh looked him up and down once again.

This wasn’t one of the extras she often saw around campus. The pastel pink button up and grey jeans he wore both seemed to be in pristine condition, as if he hadn’t worn them for even a day. He wrung his hands together awkwardly and refused to look Eun Dan Oh in the eyes. Just based upon their first meeting, she could tell this character didn’t have many friends. He was probably a studious type, only around to ensure that the main characters were conveniently partnered with a genius during group projects. Nothing particularly interesting stood out about him until Dan Oh glanced at the papers scattered around them. Was that sheet music?

“Do you play the violin?” Eun Dan Oh asked suddenly.

“Yes…?”

“Do you have an older brother?” She picked up another book, some manhua with a smiling couple and cherry blossoms on the cover. “And do you read cheesy comics like this often?”

The boy scoffed. “Cheesy? I’ll have you know these ‘cheesy’ comics actually give really good pointers on how to navigate young love, and you sure weren’t complaining when I let Haru borrow one back in high sc— wait. Who’s Haru?”

Eun Dan Oh covered her mouth with both hands and gasped. Everything fell back into place.

“Lee Do Hwa?!”

Her shout rang throughout the halls and several students looked up in annoyance. She didn’t care. How could she have forgotten him? Lee Do Hwa, the second male lead of “Secret”, one third of A3, and most importantly, one of her best friends. She threw herself into the taller man and hugged tight.

“I finally found you! I can’t believe it took this long!” Her words were high pitched and brimming with joy.

“Wait,” Lee Do Hwa briefly pushed her away to get a better look and his eyes widened in recognition. “Eun Dan Oh?!”

She bobbed her head excitedly. “In the flesh!”

Lee Do Hwa looked around the room with heightened awareness, slowly putting the pieces of his past back together. “Shit. Does this mean I’m not the main character?”

- - -

Haru was just as excited to meet the freshly reborn Lee Do Hwa— almost enough to forgive him and Eun Dan Oh for getting banned from the library for excessive noise. Dan Oh could hear him fussing through the phone the moment she announced the good news, undoubtedly rushing to clean his flat and cook a meal big enough for four people. When they arrived the once unnavigable space was spotless and a military sized pot of spaghetti was cooking on the stove. Dan Oh didn’t even remember them owning any dishes that big. Haru wasn’t one to be underestimated on a regular day, but a worried, nagging Haru? The author themself probably feared him. 

Lee Do Hwa immediately made himself at home, plopping down next to Eun Dan Oh on the tiny couch and sighing dramatically.

“Haruuu!” He whined. “I haven’t seen you in ages and this is the greeting I get?”

A light turned off in the bathroom and Haru’s head of wavy black hair peeked through the doorway. He wore neon green rubber gloves and had probably just finished deep cleaning every corner of the room.

“Dan Oh, is that you?” Haru dusted off his baby blue hoodie and looked up, mouth gaping. “Lee Do Hwa?!”

“Are you that shocked? I know I’m not the adorable second male lead anymore but can’t a man wear glasses every once in a while?” He started pouting again. Eun Dan Oh rolled her eyes.

“No, it’s nothing bad,” Haru smiled reassuringly. “You just look…different.”

Do Hwa fell into Dan Oh as if he’d been shot in the chest. “That’s even worse! Just say I look like a nerd, it’ll hurt less!”

Haru sauntered into the living room and squoze his way into the middle of the couch, immediately putting distance between Eun Dan Oh and Lee Do Hwa. Do Hwa's pout only widened.

“You look like a nerd.” He stared at his friend’s face for a few seconds. “And your hair’s brighter now. It’s basically blonde.”

“It’s chestnut brown…” Do Hwa replied heavily as if the words pained him.

“No, it’s blonde.” Eun Dan Oh said, reaching over to pat his hand with a smile. “And you do look like a nerd—”

“First you tell me I’m an extra and now this? Is nothing sacred?”

“That being said, I think it looks cute! And we missed you! So who cares if you look like a labradoodle.” She reached her arms around Haru for a group hug. Do Hwa hummed annoyedly.

“I guess I missed you guys too. Even though you keep rubbing your happy relationship in my face.” Do Hwa said, completing the hug. Haru squirmed in place and patted his friend’s head awkwardly.

- - -

In the days following their reunion, Lee Do Hwa had somehow weaseled his way out of a two year lease to, in his words, “the shittiest apartment known to man” and made preparations to move in with Haru and Oh Nam Joo. Eun Dan Oh couldn’t begin to explain how he managed something like that. Oh Nam Joo shouldn’t have even remembered him in the first place? But they’d hit it off immediately and under a week later Do Hwa was sleeping on the pullout couch. He claimed it was his natural charm, but Dan Oh was pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that they were lifelong friends in a past life. No other character really remembered anything past Do Hwa’s name, but that didn’t stop him from giving a running commentary before and after every scene.

Eun Dan Oh’s fiance in “These Fragile Hearts” was, of course, Baek Gyeong. As always he didn’t like her back, but unlike before her character was almost entirely to blame for it. Where he was kind and vulnerable, Eun Dan Oh was cold and constantly toeing the line between oblivious and downright cruel. There were more scenes than Dan Oh could count where Baek Gyeong planned a lovely dinner or picnic for the two of them only for her to stand him up for work. It wasn’t surprising that his character arc revolved around a secret romance between him and the much more affectionate Shin Sae Mi (and yes, they were the main couple). Eun Dan Oh had absolutely no interest in dating Baek Gyeong, but every time the two leads exchanged knowing glances right in front of her she wanted to gag. They could at least flirt in private! Why was infidelity okay just because it was the main characters sneaking around?! When Lee Do Hwa found out her predicament, he laughed so hard he got a stitch in his side.

“Oh my god, stop talking. Please, I’m gonna fucking choke,” Do Hwa wheezed out in between his laughter.

“Is my life a game to you?! I have to watch Baek Gyeong and Sae Mi make googly eyes at each other everyday. Everyday!” Eun Dan Oh exclaimed, throwing a fluffy pillow at the taller man’s head. “My character’s too cool to get cheated on, I made my own uncle step down from Eun Enterprises with one threat and a glare. But somehow I’m too blind to see the extremely blatant PDA going on right in front of me? What kind of writing is that!”

“Maybe you just don’t mind it? Your character’s kind of in a metaphorical love affair with work so—“

“Please don’t ever call it that, I’ll actually gag.”

“And in their defense…” Do Hwa started, clearing his throat. “Aren’t you kind of in the same boat? You and Haru are like, fated soulmates. And you go on secret journeys every night. And basically live together.” He smiled knowingly and Dan Oh shoved him to the other side of the couch.

“Me and Haru have tried breaking up with our canon counterparts a billion times. We used to do it every other day in hopes they’d remember somehow. Baek Gyeong and Yeo Joo Da just aren’t self aware yet so until then we have to wait.”

Lee Do Hwa nodded and opened his mouth to reply before shutting it. He suddenly looked up to stare at Eun Dan Oh.

“Yeo Joo Da?” Do Hwa’s eyes were wide and Dan Oh was sure that if he were a puppy his ears would be raised in attention right about now.

“Yes, Yeo Joo Da. Her and Haru are the second most important couple in the entire comic.” Eun Dan said, frowning sympathetically. Do Hwa forced a laugh to relieve the tension.

“That sounds…boring.”

“You know I can hear you, right?” Haru’s muffled shout came through the bedroom door where he was studying. Lee Do Hwa shrugged.

“I mean you’re not wrong.” Dan Oh agreed. “They’re super vanilla, who wants to read about a couple with no conflict?”

“Do you think—“ Do Hwa looked down. “Do you think I should talk to her? Introduce myself?” Eun Dan Oh scooted closer and pat his shoulder. She honestly felt for him. At least in ”Secret” Yeo Joo Da was aware that Lee Do Hwa existed. There was no telling how much she knew of their past life or if she’d even be able to remember Lee Do Hwa between scenes. But if Do Hwa was anything, he was likeable. Dan Oh knew that if he put his mind to it he’d make himself known soon enough.

Lost in thought, Dan Oh didn’t hear the telltale sound of Haru opening his bedroom door and coming out to the living area. He gently moved Eun Dan Oh to the side and inserted himself firmly in the middle of the couch once again.

“I think you should do it.” Haru said, opening his notebook and getting right back to studying. “You have a name now. That’s a start, right?”

Haru was smiling brightly at Lee Do Hwa and Eun Dan Oh could tell he was trying to convey his approval and other unsaid emotions in just that look. How thankful he was to have Do Hwa around even if he didn’t say much, how well he personally understood such a tragic situation. And just like Haru had Do Hwa and Dan Oh back then, Do Hwa had them now. They were the Three Musketeers and even if Yeo Joo Da didn’t recognize him at first they’d help him through it. Just the three of them had done things way more difficult. They’d changed fate multiple times, in comparison this was nothing.

“Thank you, Haru. It’s not that I still like her but…She’s important to me, you know? I still feel kind of responsible to make sure she’s okay. I know that’s selfish of me.” Do Hwa sighed and stared at the ceiling. “Why are feelings so complicated. I wish I could just have an affair like everybody else.”

Eun Dan Oh grabbed the pillow and reached across Haru to whack Do Hwa again.

“Asshole.”

“But you guys love me!” He pouted.

Haru hummed but didn’t make a single move to stop Eun Dan Oh’s onslaught of pillow attacks. “I guess you’re right about that.”

Eun Dan Oh finally put her weapon down and glared. “If not for the fact that I love you and it would make Haru sad, I would smite you where you stand.”

Lee Do Hwa stuck out his tongue, only to hop off the couch and dash away when Dan Oh grabbed one of Haru’s three inch thck textbooks. They chased each other around the cramped apartment and Haru closed his notebook in defeat. His studying would have to wait until another time.

[outerspacesecrets-sanderssidesau]

Outer Space Secrets Part 2

Summary: Logan and Virgil are helped to escape the alien ship

TW: arguing, shrinking, panic attack, crying, u!patton

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?/?/2020 ??:??

Logan woke up abruptly, the glass next to him was being rapidly hit by Virgil, who seemed to be in the middle of a panic attack, his state was enough to wake Logan up completely “Virgil, hey Virge, I need you to breath okay?” He said, resting his hand on the glass “You remember the pattern?” Virgil nodded and Logan started to count for him, his boyfriend followed and slowly managed to calm down “V what happened?”

Virgil took some other deep breaths before answering “I-I... I t-think I’m s-shrinking...”

Logan was surprised, he clearly wasn’t expecting that “What? Virgil but that-“

“R-remember how y-yesterday I looked s-shorter?” He asked, interrupting Logan and continued when his boyfriend nodded “I w-woke up and...” he sniffed and cleaned some of his remaining tears, before extending his arm, his hoodie had always been a bit larger, enough to cover half of Virgil’s hand, but now, there was a part of the sleeve that dangled past his hand, way too larger than before “T-The sleeve is not the only thing, all my clothing seems to be l-larger... I s-started to panic after I realized”

Logan looked up and down his boyfriend’s body, his pants did look larger and his clothes baggier, but it was hard to see it while he was sitting “do you think you can stand?”

Virgil nodded and slowly stood up, leaning in the glass for extra support, he looked up at Logan, who stood up way faster than Virgil did, looked up, he had to look up at his boyfriend, who was usually shorter than him, Virgil felt his anxiety rising once more, he almost fell to the floor, leaning on the glass to keep him up instead.

“Virgil” Logan kneeled to be under Virgil’s eye level “Listen to me, please, I know this is scary, but you are not alone in this, I’m here with you, we’ll figure out whatever that’s happening here and whatever that’s happening to you, and we will fix it, I promise”

Virgil opened his eyes and looked at Logan between tears, forcing a small smile out “I-If I knew I w-was going t-to be stuck in an a-alien ship with someone, I’m glad it’s you Lo...” they looked at each other for a couple of seconds, Virgil raised an eyebrow once he noticed something strange “your... your ears”

“My ears? What are you talking about?” Virgil stood up properly and Logan did the same.

“They are... they are pointy” Logan grabbed his ears between his fingers, feeling them and confirming what Virgil said, they were no longer rounded, and just then, the lights turned on, and the little people walked into the room once more.

10/28/2019 02:33 pm

“Hey babe” said Virgil as he hugged Logan from behind while he looked for his stuff on his locker “ready to go home?”

Logan smiled as he stored some books on his backpacks “In a sec Virge”

“Sure, keep ignoring me skyscraper” said Jane closing her locker.

“Keep? Can I know what happened on your last class?” Logan asked, it hadn’t been long since Jane arrived, but her and Virgil had a great chemistry, platonically of course, they acted like they were friends since childhood, almost like siblings, sure, most of their relationship was Virgil teasing Jane with her height, since Virgil was really tall and she was really short, he constantly picked Jane up and they called each other several nicknames that Logan didn’t know where they were getting them from, because they had a new one every day.

“The midget here committed a crime” said Virgil, startling Logan for a second.

“The only thing I did was say I don’t really like Halloween”

Virgil gasped dramatically “I can’t believe I trusted such a monster”

Logan rolled his eyes “Stop being dramatic, I didn’t like Halloween when we started dating”

“And I changed that” he looked at Jane “if you only let me-“

“No, I’m not going to dress up for Halloween”

Virgil groaned and leaned on Logan, looking as he was about to throw a tantrum “Lo! Do something!”

“Virgil you are acting like a child, there is no reason for us to force Jane into liking something”

“Thank you Logan”

Virgil stood up properly and crossed his arms “Fine, but you’ve not been forgiven, I’ll get you back for this betrayal”

"Oh I'm so sc-!" Before she could finish, Virgil grabbed her legs and picked her up, carrying her on his shoulder and started to run out of the school "Virgil! Let me go!" She screamed and struggled on his grip.

Logan huffed and rolled his eyes, closing his locker to follow the other two, Virgil had stopped running but was now spinning slowly still carrying Jane “Curse you for being so tall!” She screamed as she struggled.

Virgil smirked and Logan stopped him before he could return the comment “V, put her down”

Virgil made an exaggerated sad face “But L, I’m having fun” Logan just gave him a dad look, or a listen to your boyfriend one “fine” he stopped spinning and left Jane in the floor.

“Thanks Lo” she said “now, if you don’t mind, I’m going home, see you tomorrow” she said and started to walk away.

11/28/2019 06:36 pm

Thanksgiving day, on a conversation days prior Jane had let slipped that she didn’t have anyone to spend it with, and now thre she was, at Logan’s front yard, debating with herself whether she rang the bell or she went back home alone, both Logan and Virgil spent thanksgiving with the other’s family, switching every year, and they had invited her, was she really that proud to just walk away and disappoint them?

Jane took a deep breath and walked forward a couple of steps, just to return to her previous spot shortly after, she was already here, she had taken the bus to Logan’s hometown and was literally in front of his house, why was this so hard?

She sighed and took her phone, facing to the street while she looked for Logan’s number, Jane called him and waited until he answered.

“Salutations” he said.

“Hey Lo, I’m sorry but... I don’t think I can make it to your place”

There was silence for a bit, but Jane could hear mumbles on the other side of the phone, she was about to speak again when Logan interrupted “Falsehood, you’ve been in the front yard for approximately 20 minutes, we can see you from the window” Jane looked back, noticing two figures behind the curtains “Why don’t you come in?” she turned back to face the street, trying to think on something to say.

“Honestly? I don’t know” she sighed “I guess it’s been so long since I actually was in a family, that I prefer stepping back before ruining it”

“Jane... but V wai-“ some movement could be heard on the other side.

Apparently Virgil took the phone away from Logan “Hey you listen, you are our guest, and do you know how rude it’s to keep us waiting?”

“Virgil I-“

“No, I don’t want any excuse, you’re going to talk to me about being anxious? I almost fainted the first time I came to this house, I know your mind it’s going trough every possible negative outcome, but I want you to ignore them, turn around and walk into the house with us, I promise, there’s nothing you can do that would make us hate you, not now, not tomorrow, and never, you are our friend, and you deserve to be surrounded by people who love you on this day as much as everyone else”

Jane didn’t even realized when the tears started leaving her eyes, she turned around to see bot Logan and Virgil waiting in the doorway “So? What do you say thumbelina?”

She snorted at the nickname and hung up the call, walking towards her friends, stopping just in front of them “Im in bigbird” and with that, Virgil pulled her and Logan into a group hug.

12/31/2019 11:35 pm

Thanksgiving with Logan’s moms had actually went excellent, but it still surprised Jane when they invited her to a family dinner once more, this time for Christmas with Virgil’s parents, and that had been delightful as well, Virgil’s dad was an awesome cook and she really enjoyed being part of a family once more.

Virgil and Logan used to spend New Year’s eve by themselves, but this year, Roman decided to throw a party on his parent’s house, nothing huge, only close and not so close friends, but since Roman was very popular, that would mean a ton of people were going, and somehow, Jane was in that list.

So there she was, out in the balcony staring at the night sky, an almost empty plastic cup on her hand, minutes way from starting 2020, and despite everything that happened the last few months, it seemed old habits died hard.

It has become a tradition since years now, to wish upon the stars at the edge of a year that came and went, as if that would actually grant what she asked for, she reached into her dress, taking out a golden chain that had a ring stuck on it and held it thigh on her fist.

“Hey babe, I know it’s probably not that close to the new year where you are but, you know I’ve been doing this for a while, hoping to actually see you again on this new year” she huffed, trying to keep the tears from falling “I like to think it will work someday, that someday will be together again, and no one will separate us this time, you would love it here, my male best friends are dating, and people like us are accepted, our community is very strong, and if you were here, we wouldn’t have to hide anymore, we both would be what we want to be, I know that’s more important to you than what it is for me... so,” she sniffed, looking down at her ring for a moment before returning her sight to the stars “I once again wish, and I once again hope, and I’ll keep that promise I made you years ago” she raised her cup towards the moon “for the new year my love” and she drank the last bit of punch that was on it.

“Aww, homesick?” A voice said from behind, Jane took her cup away and turned around, Patton, just great “Why don’t you do us all a favor and go back then?”

“Very funny Pat, both of us know that I’m dead the second I step back there, but I bet you would love that” Jane started to walk into the party again, just to be stopped by a tug on her necklace.

Patton took the ring between his fingers, recognizing some of the materials used on it “I thought you hadn’t been able to snuck anything out, but why risking something as valuable as this by taking it with you?”

That was the drop that spilled the glass, Jane turned to Patton and snatched her ring out of his grasp “None. Of. Your. Damn. Business.” She looked up at him, and if looks could kill, Patton would have been dead so long ago.

“Ow, did I touch a nerve?” He said smirking.

“Ow, sweet Patton-cake want’s to talk about nerves? Because I know some that I could make you remember if you want”

“Jane” a third voce interrupted, Jane looked back at the door of the balcony and saw Logan standing there “Virgil wanted to know where you were, you know he gets a bit anxious at parties”

“Right, sorry, I just needed some fresh air”

Logan looked at who was next to her “Oh, salutations Patton, I was not aware you were in this party”

“Me neither” said both Patton and Jane at the same time, they really had to stop doing that.

One guy was walking around the room interrupted them, telling everyone to go back inside to start with the countdown “I guess we better go” said Jane as she walked with Logan back to the party, ready to start the new year.

01/08/2020 10:37 am

Logan and Virgil were making out in the steps, Logan sitting on Virgil’s lap with his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, something that was not unusual, was what unexpected, was the voice that suddenly interrupted them “ew get a room loving birds”

They pulled apart to see Jane, they knew she wasn’t bothered by the signs of affection they gave to each other, but that didn’t stop her from teasing “You’re just jealous because you’re lonely” and it didn’t stop Virgil from teasing back either.

“Don’t be so sure about that” she said sitting next to them.

Logan raised an eyebrow and climbed down of Virgil’s lap “Are you implying you do have a couple?”

Jane’s eyes went wide, she hadn’t really thought about it before saying it “I-I didn’t say that”

“Oh J you’re terrible at lying” Virgil laid on the step he was sitting in with his stomach facing down, a smirk on his face “so the smurf is not forever alone as I thought”

Jane looked away and crossed her arms blushing “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me, thank you very much”

“Why didn’t you tell us before?” asked Logan.

“I just thought it wasn’t relevant”

“Well, you’re not going to get away that easily not that we know, tell us more about them”

She looked back to her friends, them knowing didn’t hurt right? She just had to disguise the truth once more, she sighted and finally spoke “Her, she uses she/her, and she’s the most beautiful girl in the entire universe” Jane smiled, not even noticing it.

“ooooooh” said Virgil, clearly teasing his friend “what’s her name?”

Jane thought for a moment, the translation would be “Phoebe, tho she doesn’t have a last name”

“How come?” Asked Logan.

“She’s an orphan and never got adopted, we met in boarding school while I was on an exchange in Europe, she basically lives there and, since I came back, I don’t actually get to see her”

Logan and Virgil turned to see each other once they saw Jane’s smile dropping “Is there any chance that the reason you didn’t want to talk about her, was because it hurts being apart?” Asked Logan.

“Maybe, I see you two being happy together, and it’s not your fault but, I just... miss her a lot everyday”

Virgil sat and got closer to his friend “I can’t say I know how it feels, I can’t even imagine living apart from Logan, but we’re here to help you, to support you” he curled his arm around her neck and pulled her close “no matter what”

Jane smiled up at him “thanks...m-my dad wasn’t supportive at all when I came out, and as soon as he found out I had a girlfriend, he got me out of that school and I moved out as soon as I arrived here, but I had no way enough money to go with her, so I just got here, as far as I could from him, hoping that we can be together again one day”

Logan sat on the opposite side next to Jane, putting a hand on her shoulder, not being very good with physical affection “you will”

Jane turned to smile to him “Thanks again, for listening”

“No prob Bob” said Virgil, getting a small laugh out of Jane’s lips

01/17/2020 11:15 am

“Alright alright, you win, vampires do exist” said Jane, she was laying down on one of the steps, their usual spot to eat, Virgil was laying two steps under her playing with a rubber ball and Logan was sitting in the step between them next to them typing on his laptop.

“Are you saying it just to shut me up?” Asked Virgil.

“We’ve been discussing for half an hour of course I said it to shut you up” she smirked feeling Virgil’s glare “but your points do make sense”

Virgil sighed, figuring that was the best he was going to get to “alright, your turn”

Jane hummed, thinking for a moment “Mermaids”

“No” said Virgil.

“What? Why not?” She asked eating a cookie

“I just don’t think they exist, it’s not logical”

“Actually” said Logan, not looking up from his laptop “Approximately 80% of the ocean is unexplored territory, so we can not discard te possibility of mythical or strange creatures living on them”

Jane swallowed the cookie she was eating “Thanks Logan, and for you” she turned to see Virgil “Ha”

“Logan explained, so this win goes to him, so don’t be so happy about it” he threw the ball up again, waiting to catch it once it fell “Lo, your turn”

Logan looked up from his work “I thought I was not participating in this conversation”

“C’mon, you made Jane win so easily, give me something to debate about”

Logan sighed “You two just like to argue, but fine, aliens”

Jane tried not to choke on her food “Definitely” said Virgil “What do you think pigmy?”

“I-“ she could end it just agreeing, but for some reason she said “No”

“What? Are you serious?” Virgil sat and looked at her “Is the exact same as with the mermaids, literally the whole galaxy is unexplored territory! You can’t tell me they don’t exist”

Jane sat too, but avoided Virgil’s gaze “It’s not the same, we know that there are creatures that can live underwater, but not if there are creatures that can survive in space” she looked at Logan who looked like he was about to say something “without any equipment” said Jane, Logan closed his mouth and continued working.

“Why are you suddenly so skeptical? aside from the vampires you had agreed that everything else existed”

Jane shrugged and crossed her arms “I just think it’s not possible, the Earth is the only habitable planet that we know about, and if there is another one it would be mals and mals away from here, there’s not way of knowing”

“Mals?” Asked both Logan and Virgil.

“Miles” Jane corrected “I meant miles”

The bell sounded, Jane grabbed the envelope of her cookies and her backpack before standing up “We better get to class”

Virgil groaned “Fine, but we’re not done yet!”

“Yeah, yeah, see ya later aligator” she said as she walked to her class

2:32 pm.

Virgil ran towards Jane and Logan’s lockers “Guys!” He said excited “Guess what I just heard” he leaned in the locker next to Jane’s.

“Now what?” She asked

“This people in my class were talking this thing that appeared on the woods behind the school, and it’s supposed to be an alien ship”

Logan sigher and closed his locker “V, I know we were talking about it earlier, but assuming there is such thing as an alien ship around is a complete different thing”

“Just hear this, remember the blackout of a couple of days ago” he continued once the others nodded “What do you think that caused it? And, they were saying that their phones started glitching once they got close to one specific point, all of hose things can’t be just coincidence”

“But we still can’t assume there is a supernatural force behind all of it”

“That’s why we’re going to investigate”

“Wait what?” Asked Jane, who had remained silent until this moment.

Virgil nodded excited “we’ll be the first ones to see a real life ovni! And it’ll be a great chance to prove miss skeptical here, that I was right”

“It would certainly be interesting to analyze the anomalies that are happening” said Logan, thinking for a moment “alright, I’ll go with you”

Virgil smiled and turned to Jane “and you? You are not scared of being wrong right?”

Jane sighed “I am not” she said closing her locker “but I have a ton of homework, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it”

“We can inform you of the results once we come back” said Logan.

“Please, and make sure to take a picture of Virge’s face once you find nothing”

Virgil huffed “you wish” he grabbed Logan’s hand and started walking away

Jane hurried walking to her home, if there was really a ship around she would have been the first to know, there was something fishy about this, she didn’t know what, but it wasn’t good.

?/?/2020 ??:??

Based on how the small creatures worked, it has been another day since they realized Virgil was shrinking, the creatures mostly worked on their devices, and checked on Logan and Virgil from time to time, measuring Virgil’s height and using the small drone to inspect Logan.

By this time, Virgil was almost the hight of a kid, barely being eye level with his boyfriend’s waist, being closer to his hip, his shirt was like a dress for him now and his boots, socks and pants were forgotten on a corner of his enclosure.

Logan’s ears became longer and pointer, being identical to the creature’s ears, they made him take his shirt off at some point and he noticed some weird dark blue markings forming on his back and arms, but those were all his changes so far.

The lights of the room turned of, indicating the little people would soon leave them alone, the door closed once the were outside, Logan wondering once again why was the door almost six feet tall if they barely were one foot in height, not only that, but most of the devices that weren’t movil were very high up, he just let it aside as always and sat next to the clear wall that separated him from Virgil, their conversation being the usual, were they going to be able to get out someday?

After some time, they were both falling asleep when the door opened, a large figure, or at least large for what they were used to at this point but in reality was no bigger than five feet, got inside of the room with a flashlight in hand.

It had the same features as the small creatures, the ears, the antena, and even the mask, but it had splatters of different colors instead of being plain white, they looked at the couple for some seconds, the light starting to become annoying, but before any of them could speak, they turned to the different devices of the room, working rather quick, as if they were doing it as a secret.

Logan looked at Virgil, who seemed just as confused as him, he stood up and walked as close as he could, resting his hands on the glass “uh, hello? Who might you be?” Silence, no answer “could you answer some of our questions?” Again, silence, it seemed it was ignoring him “are you actually going to-“

A beep noise interrupted him, and he almost lost his balance, the wall in front of him had disappeared, he looked back, noticing the wall in front of Virgil’s enclosure was gone too, he didn’t think it twice and ran inside, kneeling and hugging his boyfriend tightly, who was now standing up and hugged back.

The creature grabbed Logan’s arms and pulled him, not really getting to move him, Logan pulled his arm away “What are you-“ they made a silence sign and then pointed at the open door.

“Call me crazy Lo, but I think they’re trying to help us” said Virgil.

Logan looked between the creature and the door “‘fine, we’ll come with you, lead the way” they nodded and started to walk out, Logan stood up and grabbed Virgil’s hand, and they both followed.

01/17/2020 5:27 pm

Nothing, Jane had been trying to find more about this ship that landed on Earth since she arrived from school with no result, she had been able to check that there actually was a ship in he first place, but it was blocked, there was no way to get into the system, a text message got her out of her thoughts, she grabbed her phone and opened her conversation with Virgil.

Tall ass 👿: we’re gonna get going to te woods, prepare to be ashamed when we find something.

🐭 Midget: ha! We’ll see about that

Jane left her phone aside, there wasn’t much she could do now that Logan and Virgil were going to be there, she just hoped nothing went wrong.

?/?/2020 ??:??

They followed the creature to what seemed like infinite halls, stopping from time to time to check there wasn’t anyone else around, they stopped suddenly and Logan noticed his boyfriend’s heavy breathing, he turned around and looked down at him “Are you alright Virge?” He whispered.

“I... I’m fine Lo, it’s just... it’s just hard to keep up since my legs are sh-shorter now”

Logan frowned and kneeled to be under Virgil’s eye level “You are clearly not fine starlight, I could carry you if you’re tired”

Virgil shook his head “I don’t want... you to carry me, I-I can do this”

“You are and I know it” he rubbed his back slowly “that’s why I apologize for doing this” in a quick movement, Logan grabbed Virgil and picked him up, carrying him like a child.

“Logan, put me down” he would have screamed at his boyfriend, but they couldn’t make that much noise.

“V, you said it yourself, you are slower now and leaving you to follow could be dangerous, what if someone sees you? This is an easier and quicker way to get out”

Virgil pouted and leaned on Logan’s chest “fine but you better let me down once we’re out”

Logan smirked “no promises”, the creature they were following made a sign and they moved once more, Virgil won’t admit it, but being in Logan’s arms was kind of nice.

01/17/2020 6:00 pm

“Virgil we’ve been walking for a long time, I hate to break it to you, nut it seems there’s nothing around” said Logan, following his boyfriends as they walked deeper into the woods.

“It has just been half an hour or so, we just have to keep going until we find something”

Logan rolled his eyes, they kept walking for ten minutes or so when the atmosphere changed abruptly, it became colder and almost tense, Virgil turned to see Logan, assuming he had feel it too because of his face, he got his phone out and tried to unlock it, but the screen started to glitch, turning on and off and changing without him touching it “ha! I told you thee was something, c’mon we must be close”

Virgil hurried his steps and Logan was trying to keep up, the vegetation around them became more and more dense as they walked, almost being hard to pass trough it, Virgil stopped, startling Logan, he raised an eyebrow and walked past him, stopping and watching in awe the construction in front of them.

A white half egg shaped construction with blue, purple, silver and golden details laid in front of them, it seemed like the other half was buried in the ground.

“I told you, you can’t tell me that’s not an alien ship” said Virgil.

“We can not jump into conclusions yet”

“Fine, I’ll prove it” he crouched down and started walking towards it.

“W-Wait no, Virgil come back” Logan groaned when his words were ignored and walked behind him.

?/?/2020 ??:??

A big silver door stood before them, the creature they were following stopped and Virgil and Logan saw as their antena started to shine, after some seconds the door opened and they offered they hand to Logan, after some hesitation he took it and they started running.

Virgil held Logan’s shirt as they ran away from the ship, his eyes were closed but he decided to open them, try to see where the creature was taking them, he looked at them, but instead of focusing on the forest, Virgil turned his attention to they arm, their wrist and what was tied around it to be exact, a dark blue and purple bracelet, Virgil looked around his neck and grabbed his bracelet, that was now tied around his neck do to his shrinking, not long ago Jane made friendship bracelets for the three of them, Virgil’s was pink and blue, Logan’s was purple and pink and Jane’s was blue and purple, and identical to the one the creature had.

Confused, Virgil tugged his boyfriend’s shirt getting their attention, Logan looked down at him “Is there something wrong?”

“Look at their bracelet” he said pointing to it.

Logan listened, noticing the similarity too and stopping, making the creature to stop along them, he pulled their wrist closer and took the bracelet between his fingers “How do you have this?” He asked, they pulled their arm away without answering and made a sign for them to keep walking, Logan shook his head “no, we are not going to go with you, sure you helped us escape, but you are one of them aren’t you? how are we supposed to trust you when you are not telling us anything or answering our questions? Why did you help us? Where are you taking us? How and why do you have our friend’s bracelet?”

There was silence for a moment until they sighed “promise not to freak out?”

“I don’t know if we could since those are the first words you say to us” said Virgil.

Logan looked down at him for a moment before looking back at the creature “If you’ll explain everything, we wont”

They hesitated for a moment “alright” they raised their hand towards their mask, some markings appeared on it, glowing in pink for a second, they grabbed it taking it off, revealing a way too familiar face, Jane.

Both humans were shocked, Logan took a step back without really thinking it as he looked at her, the same girl who they’ve been spending time with, talking with, laughing with stood there, but he could not stop looking at the parts of her body that related their friend with those aliens who kidnapped them, that showed Jane wasn’t human “y-you...”

“Listen Lo I-I understand this is hard to take in bu-“

“You’re one of them” said Virgil.

Jane looked away “I am” she looked back at the couple “but I have nothing to do with them anymore I swear, I didn’t know they were coming to Earth and I had no idea what they were doing to you two”

Logan took a step forward after hesitating “you... you have no intention of hurting us correct?”

“No! I-I would never, you’re my friends, and I promise I will explain everything, but we have to get to a safer place first”

Virgil and Logan looked at each other “we want all the truth” said Virgil.

Jane nodded “And I will give it to you, but you need to trust me, and come with me” she extender her hand for Logan to take it.

Logan looked between Jane and her hand “Just lead the way”

She lowered her hand but nodded, turned around and began walking, glancing back from time to time to make sure they were following, the next hours were not going to be any easy.

[thatlittledandere]

Media hyperfixation: Boueibu! 📌, ✨, 🎶, 💕, 🏳️‍🌈 and 💎

Yessssss

📌 how did you find your hyperfixation?

Tumblr. Someone I originally followed for... Sailor Moon I think? posted an edit with the SC in flower crowns. Shortly after there was a promo post of sorts (you know those “omg watch this and here’s why” lists). It looked hilarious, and I watched the first two episodes on a whim. I knew I would love it within five minutes.

✨ what draws you towards your hyperfixation? what is interesting about it?

I fell in love with the humor. Aside from that, I love how the the monsters and their complexes or problems that lead to them being turned into monsters set a theme for the episode, and the DC’s idle talks are always around the same subject. And especially in s1 all the loveless felt so real! Comically exaggerated of course, but deep down they dealt with realistic issues. I saw myself in many. And I love how, at the end of the day, the most important form of love that Boueibu promotes is self love! Some of Yumoto’s speeches seem to contradict each other, and they do, because the show acknowledges that there is no catch-all answer to the question of happiness and self-fulfillment! Everyone has different needs! It’s neat!! Man, do I have a lot of thoughts about s1 loveless.

🎶 if your hyperfixation has songs/an ost, what is your favorite song from it?

Full of bangers and bops, here’s a non-comprehensive list: I refuse to rank the op-ed’s. Never Know and Why So Cool feed my emo soul. Narukoryu-kabu de Moukeru Houteishiki (god I hope I got that right) has swing. Brother Lover Rapper is RAP. IT’S BOUEIBU AND IT’S RAP. WHAT MORE COULD I WISH FOR? LITERALLY?? IT COMBINES TWO OF MY PASSIONS. Sync a Think is an ioryuu anthem. Does your ship have an official anthem?? I could make my brother listen to Idols no Shinjitsu and he would like it blissfully unaware that it’s from an anime OST (has anyone figured out what the lyrics are yet..?)

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

I’ve rambled about Ibushi enough tolast for a life time but who cares! Who am I if not THE Ibushi stan? You enabled this.

I still don’t know WHY I fell for him so bad but doesn’t matter. First anime character I called my husband. Unfailingly loyal, polite and patient but not without snark, passive-aggressive at times, knows when to pull punches and when not to, great backstory for his molluscophobia, deep velvety voice, tall dark and handsome, best oneliners, observant (contrary to what a popular fandom meme would have you believe). Criminally underused. You know there’s something amiss when a character SHINES in the side canons but could be completely removed from the main canon with minimal consequences to the story.

🏳‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

At this point I can’t NOT see Yumoto as autistic. He has a “unique way of thinking”, he has special interests (animals), the cuddling is a sensory thing (he needs some kind of physical contact a lot), he stims (remember when ioryuu were giving each other the silent treatement and Yumoto, to quote Atsushi, “resorted to repetitive movement” and was so engrossed in it he didn’t even notice right away that Wombat was removed from his arms), he has routines (again, a certain number of cuddles), he minmaxes at school (zeroes in Japanese due to the aforementioned “unique thinking” but can allegedly tell the area of a shape by looking, so clearly he excels at geometry), he has trouble catching some social cues and conventions. That boy is autistic, y’all.

I have my sexuality and gender headcanons as well, but nothing so “important” I wouldn’t be able to adjust different interpretations for fics or whatever. Like my Ryuu is always 100% bisexual babeyyyy but if someone prefers him as gay that’s right-o, I’ve talked about ace Ryuu before, and I can even deal with him being honestly straight (bonus points if Io is still in love with him. One-sided pining train here we GOOOOO). I generally headcanon Io as demisexual, but have written him as gay as well. Is En gay or pan? Why can’t we have both? I’m flexible. But Yumoto is autistic, amen.

💎 are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share?

In s2 ep1 the DC talk about hourglasses. Ryuu seems to think saunas often have them, to which Io mentions he has a friend with a Finnish sauna in their home. First of all, this indicates Io has friends outside the Defense Club, which I still cannot believe after four years. Pics or it didn’t happen, Io. Secondly, and this is where I’m actually going with this, Finnish saunas do not have hourglasses in them. Why the hell would they? Not saying you CAN’T or SHOULDN’T but why WOULD you have an hourglass in a sauna?? I’m Finnish. Pretty much every Finnish home has a sauna. So does each swimming hall, usually more than one on both men’s and women’s sides of the showers. My family are sauna enthusiasts even by Finnish standards. I do consider myself an authority on this. I’ve been to, who knows, dozens of saunas in the 24 years I’ve lived on this Earth. Never seen an hourglass in my life. I’ve asked around, neither has anyone else I know. This unimportant throwaway line BOTHERS ME. Sauna is an integral part of Finnish culture. If you had to sum up the entirety of Finland in one word or one concept it would be sauna. You can’t just go around making lies. Sure there are saunas in many other countries and cultures as well and naturally they vary, but what the hell. What the shit and fuck. Look me in the eyes. I’m not joking.

media hyperfixation asks I promise to chill if you send in any more

[saltyslack-toast]

#Knock The Book 2: The Devil All the Time

WELL, I MADE IT TO THE 2nd BOOK REVIEW OF MINE, MEANS THAT I’M A PASSIONATE AND PERSISTENT BITCH, PERIODT. No actually I’m just bored and got really nothing to do, so here I am making judgmental, invalid and uncritical book review just to ease my guilt for doing nothing at home (just so my mom see me working through my laptop).

Okay The Devil All the Time is actually my first English book. The story of how I got this book as a matter of fact is quite irritating and funny at the same time. My uni friend, she saw this book in a modest book bazaar near her hometown. She was reading the title and the word ‘devil’ just remind her of me, she bought it and just gave it straight to me…... I’m sad but like thankful???

It’s a secondhand and hardcover book but I don’t really mind, considering the fact that the quality is still very nice though, except the worn spots stained all over the cover that make the book looks very old. My friend bought this only for RP 25.000, yes dude you’re not misread this shit, it was THAT CHEAP (whoever sell and own this book before me, I really appreciate it). Although if you want to buy the new one, you can get this book for USD 26.95 which converted in rupiah would be RP 407.500, yeah its cost pretty fancy for broke students like us and I don’t know if the book’s supposed to be available in your local bookstore but I think you can find it in worldwide shipping online store like amazon or any other shop perhaps. The book’s cover illustrate a dying white mutt hanging on the ‘log’ and bunch of cross everywhere, the cover is actually make sense when you read the book. It published in 2011 by doubleday in United States of America. The Author is Donald Ray Pollock, and you can find the sum information about his background written on the cover, but based form the book’s cover you can also check his website in donaldraypollock.com but when I checked, I’m not sure if it’s really his website since it just like pest control website (LMAOO I HAD NO IDEA FR). Anyway,

Let’s go breaking down the book!

“… Too much religion could be as bad as too little, maybe even worse, but moderation was just not in her husband’s nature”

The whole story in this book, basically give you portraits regarding the life of lunatics in the time after WWII. Nope, there is no sums up about the events happened in that moment so chill y’all non-historical enthusiast bitches. This book gonna give you a bizarre experience reading it, the first 10 pages of this book was already psychedelic, I assure that shit. Have you watched Games of Thrones series on HBO? It’s chilling right how Ned Stark, the protagonist of the main series died in the first season???? EXACTLY that was the vibes u got after reading the first chapter and get crazier every time u read forward. By the way, this book embodied 7 chapters and 55 sub-chapters, the chapter in odd and even numbers has 2 different main focuses on each characteristic exist, here I sum it up for you:

On the odd numbers chapters (1, 3, and so on), the central story of these chapters is circling among the family of Willard Russel, his Mom Emma and Uncle Earskell and also those 2 insane peeps Roy Laferty and Theodore. Willard Russel used to be a navy army and a bit skeptical dealing with religion issues just like his uncle, but his mom has always been a devoted worshiper. Willard married to the beautiful and kind-hearted women named Charlotte and they was given a son named Arvin Eugene Russel, everything was normal until Charlotte got sick and Willard gone crazy praying to god for his wife’s recovery and poor little Arvin has to suffer the predicament by his own self. Their stories always give me religious-fanaticism-gloomy vibes (is that even make sense??). Don’t even get me started with the life stories of the two brutes-ass man, Roy Laferty and Theodore they were used to be ‘preacher’ in Emma and young Willard’s Church. Nothing I could say further because it’s gonna be a major spoiler for you, but their stories really giving you insights of how frustration and fanaticism allow people to do something beyond their common sense.

“You remember what I told you the other day?” He asked Arvin

“About the boys on the bus?,”

“Well, that’s what I meant, you just got to pick the right time”

On the even numbers chapters (2, 4, and so on), the main tales is pertaining on the journey of Handerson couple, Carl and Sandy. They were like the Bonnie and Clyde but sad and exploitative version in this book. Carl is a ‘photographer’ and sandy working as a waitress in a café called Wooden Spoon (Which the place where Charlotte used to work as a waitress and the place she met Willard for the first time as well). During summertime they got this ‘ritual’ ((but not in a religious way)) where they drive to different states and give a ride to the hitchhikers found on the way, then Carl forcefully offer them to fuck Sandy for free (HIS OWN WIFE) while he took pictures of them fucking and after that Carl kill them and take all the money those hitchhikers got in their pocket (dude I can’t even judge anything). But to be honest, I’m not a fan of these two characters because they were all so ANNOYING to death. And then there is Bodecker Lee who’s a police and also Sandy’s brother, ok that’s it, I’m not gonna give you any spoilers.

“… He went down the street and sat on a bench in a park the rest of the day thinking about killing himself instead. Something broke in him that day. For the first time he could see that his whole life added up to absolutely nothing…”

You might be confused since there are quite a lot of keen characters in this book but there’s a point where all these bitches are relating to each other, so chill y’all impatient gripe-ass. Overall, the flow of the story is undoubtedly interesting for you to keep going throughout the whole story, because every phase gonna make you wondering about next things happened to them. But, the transitions among every chapters is quite uncomfortable for me, because sometimes when the story has reached its climax there is no resolutions coming to solve the problem immediately, and you’re faced to read the new chapter with a whole different setting and characters so it’s kind of ruining the vibes and emotions the book has made me, but again this just my personal preference so please don’t judge (while everything I did right now is judging inaccurately).

“He realized that he would never preach again, but that was all right. He’d never been much good at it anyway. Most people just wanted to hear the cripple play”

However, what I like the most from this book is the deepening of every character exists is so fascinating, even for just the side or supporting character (for god sake I’m sorry idk what to called a character that isn’t the main one), for example a bus driver in Meade, Ohio which Willard talked to when he was on the way home after the war ended, the narration wrapped and portraits the driver’s life perfectly without make us bored, and there’s still a bunch of interesting narration about the life of the side characters in this book that also as odds and intriguing as the main character’s background (jesus, everything happened and everyone in this book is just so strange and peculiar I swear to god). The story finished in a most tragic-beautiful but still gloomy way, even though it’s quite predictable but still a very good closing for me personally. To be noted, on the way to the end of the story, there will be emerge another asshole priest character named Preston Teagardin, ready to shake you up until you finish the book. But still, let’s said this particular ‘last minute character’ has proving that the author is paying so much attention of how the story ended isn’t leaving any 'rush-made' impression (this shit might confused you I’m sorry my English hasn’t got any better *sorry hand sign* *sorry hand sign* *sorry hand sign*). # hashtag attention to the detail bro.

Holy crap, that’s the first time I’m almost able to cut all the bullshit I intend to bring it up here.

This book is one of my top 5 books that you have to read once in a life time (although I haven’t discover the other four, omg im sorry y’all). Little information for you that the first time I read this book (yeah I read it for quite few times) is when the campaign of presidential election era, which in Indonesia the religious are pretty sentimental issues, some of the people in my country suddenly became those annoying fanatical preachers, man I can’t stand it. And this book is just precisely relating to that condition and I get to know at least a glance of what the heck odds things happened in their minds, since you know fanaticism and stupidity doesn’t hit only on particular group of religions, race, gender or anything, we can all be stupid and brainless (especially me because I basically have no brain). There probably quite many scenes that is pretty disturbing to read (I don’t know if people could be triggered by it???? But I guess so) so yeah a bit warning. Overall, I genuinely recommend this book for you guys because every element in this book is almost perfect, the storylines, bold characters, and the RARE AND STRANGE AND SENSITIVE topic promote by the author in this novel is totally a BOOM. Don’t worry reading this book not going to give you those agnostic and atheist vibes HAHA chill I still consider myself a devoted Muslim tho (hashtag masyaallah ukthi).

By the way before I wrapped it up, I hear that this book will be made into a netflix film. WELL, of course I’m excited because the casts are so amazing, and I love Netflix adaptation and I enjoy watch movies as much as I read books (again, unnecessary information of mine *sorry hand sign*). I found that the release date is postponed from the origin plan in 15th May (which is three days ago from I posted this on my page) due to I don’t know perhaps corona because that bitch has ruined everyone in the world’s schedule, but for real I can’t find the exact information regarding to the updated release date, so while you wait the film to launch, why don’t you just go read the book first? I assure you this one not gonna give you any disappointment.

I think that would be it for this 2nd rubbish book review of mine. Although, I think I made a little progressive from the first one (OR MAYBE NOT???? I’M SORRY Y’ALL) but of course there’s still much deficiency I served. Still, I hope my writing get better in the process of making this whole novel of reviewing book inaccurately. To be honest, I wrote this shit not for getting any engagements or audience but for my own satisfied HAHA. So yeah I’m literally comfortable writing for nothing. But bitch guess what I’m just gonna keep going, until I could professionally writing and make it for a living? Well, amen for that.

Xiao, See you in Advance!

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Cornelia Street (8/9)

(+ an interlude i thought of after reading “Reeni”s comment. Idk who you are bc it was a guest comment, but thank you!)

A/N: oh my god they were quarantined

yes. It’s one of those fics.

AU, obvs

I’m posting as I go and idk how many parts this is going to be, likely won’t be very long but I literally don’t know what I’m doing and should i be starting yet another WIP? definitely not but fuck it lets fucking go

Title is from T-swizzles Lover album, I’m OBSESSED

Summary: Three years ago, Kurt and Blaine went on a disaster of a date and never quite got off on the right foot. Now, just before they graduate from NYADA, there’s a national outbreak and they’re both self-quarantined in a mutual friend’s apartment.

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On Tumblr: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Interlude

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Kurt bites back a dopey grin when he opens Mercedes’s snapchat message. It’s a photo of her looking dubiously at the camera, a single eyebrow pointed up, with the caption: Quarantine buddies, huh?

He snaps back a quick photo of himself, eyes rolled upwards. What can I say, he won me over.

She sends back just a message this time—

Mercedes: Yeah, clearly. Mercedes: Head over feet, Alanis style!

—and then a bitmoji of Kurt falling through the air.

Kurt: I mean… You’re not wrong Kurt: He’s sort of everything Kurt: AND a fantastic kisser

Mercedes: OMG REALLY? I was just teasing, but if this is legit, I’m so happy for you!!!

He can’t help but giggle excitedly as he types a reply. 

Kurt: Yeah. me too.

*

New Snap from setroutymouth

Blaine rolls his eyes but still can't school the smile on his face into a neutral expression. This is going to be a lot, he already knows, but nevertheless, he swipes his thumb across the screen to unlock his phone.

Sam’s pacing through Mercedes’s childhood home in Ohio, phone in selfie mode, already rambling at a hundred miles a minute that Blaine’s sure he cut off a few words.

“—cedes just showed me Kurt’s snapchat story and I AM LOSING IT! Did something happen between you two? Oh my god, something totally happened, didn’t it!? BLAINE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED MERCEDES WON’T TELL ME AND I ALREADY FINISHED EVERY BINGABLE SHOW ON NETFLI—”

As expected, it was a lot. But still not enough to burst his happy little bubble. He doesn’t think anything could, at this point.

Through his smiles, he snaps back a picture of himself shrugging, trying to look as clueless as possible, and adds the caption: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

It’s not even a full moment before he gets another video back.

“BLAINE ANDERSON I AM BEGGING YOU—”

Blaine locks his phone shut, mostly because he knows it’ll drive Sam crazy. He can respond later. Right now, there are more important matters at hand.

*

Blaine’s in the kitchen, putting away what was left of the carton of Cookie Two-Step ice cream they’d demolished while watching another Netflix romcom, when Kurt’s phone lights up.

New Message: From: Adam I saw your sc story You know you could just be *my* quarantine buddy When are you coming?

Kurt actually growls as he types out a reply. How did he put up with this for nearly three years?

New Message: To: Adam I’m not.

Kurt. We both know how this ends.

Not this time. I meant it. We’re done.

Okay, whatever you say I’ll check in with you later When you change your mind

Kurt doesn’t even warrant that with a response, he’s too seething mad to even formulate one with enough bite to put Adam in his place.

But then the door opens, Blaine’s beaming at him, and Adam is completely irrelevant.

“I was just thinking,” Blaine muses aloud, slipping under the covers and snuggling up next to him in a way that Kurt knows will be way too easy for him to get used to. “Do you remember our Junior year when we had to partner up during Stagefighting for that Musical Choregraphy project?”

Kurt explodes into laughter. “Uh, yeah, that was pretty ridiculous. I remember hearing from Matthew that you said I dance like a pigeon that’d been chewed up and spit out by a cat.”

“What!?” Blaine exclaims, shocked. “I swear I never said that. Though, I do remember going on a tangent about how I didn’t know how I was supposed to concentrate when you insisted on wearing those pants with that tight fitted shirt and…”

He trails off, and Kurt can feel color rising to his cheeks. “Oh, that explains it, actually.”

“Explains what?”

“Matthew. He had a huge crush on you.”

Blaine’s eyes double in size. “He what!?”

Kurt lets out a chuckle. “You seriously didn’t know?”

“No! Nobody told me!”

“That’s not how crushes work, Blaine,” Kurt says through a stream of giggles. 

“Okay, why does it make more sense for me to just take a wild guess about how people feel about me instead of them telling me, or acting on it? Like, if you hadn’t have kissed me earlier, I would have never known how you felt and kissed you back.”

Kurt opens his mouth to argue that logic, but… he seriously cannot get over how oblivious Blaine is. “So you’re saying that if I hadn't accidentally kissed you then you really wouldn’t have known how I feel?”

“Yeah. And I would most definitely not have acted on my crush.”

“Aw,” Kurt teases. “You used to have a crush on me. That’s embarrassing.”

“And you watch too much Parks and Rec.” 

“I’m gonna kiss you again, now,” he announces.

Blaine just grins, eyes crinkling at the sides. “I think that’s a great idea.”

There wasn’t much of a choice because of the shelter in place, but based on the bright spark forming in his chest when their skin meets, Kurt could definitely get used to this living situation.

*

Blaine finally pulls away reluctantly. If he could stay attached to Kurt forever, stay connected to him, he would. He roams his eyes over Kurt’s face, like he could memorize it if he really, really tried, and notices a scar just above his eyebrow. It would be invisible to anyone else, anyone who wasn’t trying to intentionally map out the image of Kurt.

The scar doesn’t bother Blaine, but the idea that someone ever hurt Kurt bad enough to leave physical evidence that refuses to leave tugs achingly at his heart. Instinctively, he takes his hand from where it rests on the side of Kurt’s face, and gently traces over the scar with the pad of his index finger soothingly, as if it hasn’t been healed for years.

“Sophomore year… two years ago,” Kurt’s murmuring refocuses his attention.

That was a hazy time for Blaine, but he does have a vague memory of hearing from a friend of a friend that Kurt spent some time in the hospital, and he definitely remembers his rival-slash-partner being missing from their stage acting class for a while.

“What happened?” He asks.

Kurt is so calm, so steady when he answers. It leaves him in awe. “It was when all those gay bashings were happening…” he pauses, and Blaine immediately feels sick to his stomach because he knows where this is heading. “I was on my way home from school and saw these guys attacking some teenager, and… I had to help. I ran over and started shoving them, I guess. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but the kid got away. I didn’t. The last thing I remember after that was what I think might’ve been a brick hitting my head.”

“Jesus,” Blaine breathes. His initial reaction is to say I’m sorry, but something tells him that Kurt isn’t sorry about it at all. Instead, he says, “I had no idea. That–that was really brave of you.”

Kurt snorts out a laugh. “I’m glad you think so. I spent most of my hospital stay being berated by my dad about how irresponsible it was.”

“No,” Blaine shakes his head. “If anything it was over-responsible.”

“I’m not convinced that’s a word.”

“Me neither,” Blaine says breathlessly, amber gaze fixed on the boy lying across from him.

He really just can’t help but pull them together again. 

Blaine thinks Kurt is opening his mouth to deepen the kiss and, well, he’s certainly not going to complain. Until Kurt sucks in a deep breath and turns his head, chuckling through his yawn.

“Sorry, I really thought I could hold that yawn in.”

Blaine lets out a laugh of his own and glances over at the analog clock on the nightstand. “It’s only midnight, you grandpa,” he teases.

“Hey! Doing nothing all day is seriously draining.”

“I wouldn’t call what we did nothing,” Blaine says cheekily, causing Kurt to flush.

“I’m going to shower before I head to bed,” Kurt responds, sitting up and lifting his arms up over his head and exposing an inch or so of his midriff.

Blaine is trying so hard not to stare. Nevertheless, he can’t help it as he watches Kurt saunter off to the restroom. 

He tosses his head back onto the pillow with a satisfied grin on his face. Global crisis it may be, but if he got Kurt Hummel out of it… he could complain about worse things.

A bright ding from his right interrupts his thoughts. Blaine turns his head and sees the screen of Kurt’s phone light up, resting there on the nightstand.

He’s not snooping. He’s really not. It’s just sort of instinct to look in the direction of the sounds.

Then, he sees the succession of messages that make his stomach churn.

New Message: From: Adam Hurry and finish up with the rebound already I miss you Text me when you’re on your way

He stares at the screen for a few seconds before it fades back to black, feeling absolutely sick to his stomach. Of course Kurt was going to run back to his ex the first chance he got. It’s exactly what he did three years ago and Blaine was just kidding himself. This was all too good to be true.

Turns out it wasn’t.

Before he knows it, he’s grabbing his duffel bag and dialing Quinn’s number. 

He’s always welcomed there and New Haven isn’t all that far, after all.

Part 9

[thatmultifandomhoe]

Strawberry Cream and BBQ - 20

Pairing: Hybrid Hoseok and Human Reader

Overview: Your best friend knows she can count on you for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while she’s gone for a study abroad trip for four months, you can’t say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way no one expected.

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Future smut, Angst, Best friends to Lovers

Warning: Feeling a smudge of angst today

Master List

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Sitting at the high counter, your coffee was cradled to your chest, cell phone sitting in your free hand. By some miracle this morning, you were actually able to get out of bed when your alarm went off at then. Maybe it was the sleep that you caught back up on, or the fact that the weather was warming up to decent temperatures lately, but there had been a bounce in your step as you made your coffee. It felt fantastic to not have to rush around for once. For a few minutes, you were starting to think that getting up on time wasn’t a terrible thing and that today was going to be a good day.

Then the sound of wind chimes filled the apartment.

In that instant, the light-hearted mood you were in disappeared. Your body going rigid as you held the mug against your lips, the coffee aroma intoxicating and begging you to take a sip first. To put off checking the text for just a little while. If you looked at before drinking your coffee, your entire day was ruined.

With one last shred of hope, you picked up the phone while setting down the coffee. Maybe…maybe it was good news for once. As the text finally loaded on to the screen, the black letters worming their way into a message that made sense, you swore that the world was crashing around you.

“No,” you whispered. As your mind rushed to find a reason for this, your heart raced. You weren’t ready for this. Not yet. Running a hand through your hair, you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. Maybe it would be better if your just skipped classes today and call it a mental health day.

You were in such a state that you never heard the footsteps hurrying towards your door, the jingling of keys going completely over your head.

“I’m taking you out on a date tonight.”

At the sound of Hoseok’s voice you jumped, eyes widening as you pressed your hand against your heart, the phone clattering onto the counter. It was beating so fast that you couldn’t believe it hadn’t jumped out of your chest yet. His sudden appearance had you doing a double take between him and the time on the microwave.

He was in a rush though, hurrying past you and into the bedroom, not even noticing that it was his shirt that you were wearing when he walked right by you.

“Wha…huh?” You asked. Setting your coffee and turning the phone face down, you turned towards him, trying to comprehend what was happening while blindly trying to reign in your emotions. In your defense, it was the best you were capable of saying for only being awake for ten minutes.

There was the clashing of metal and a few seconds later he was back in the living room, a pair of keys attached to a red lanyard bouncing in his hand. He redirected his path so it led to you, easily slipping his arms around your waist to pull you against him.

“I said,” he repeated, kissing the side of your neck where the mark was. A tingling sensation ran the length of your body when he did that, a sudden warmth that you always associated with Hoseok vanquishing the cold away. “That I’m taking you on a date. Tonight. Technically it’ll be our first date being together, but in my mind, it’s date number three.”

Raising an eyebrow, you tried to recount the others. “Remind me, what was one and two?”

Mischief lightened up Hoseok’s eyes as he grinned. “Chinese dinner at the Dance Studio.” Without missing a beat, he kissed the small wrinkle the appeared in the middle of your eyebrows. You weren’t even sure if that counted as a date. “Then, our movie night with Korean BBQ. And now, tonight. Date number three.”

You hummed in response, leaning the side of your head against his bicep. “You’re not counting the three days of your heat?” You teased. “I’m shocked.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. For his own amusement, he flexed his arm that you were resting on, smiling as you gleefully giggled. “I thought about it. But I’m not some kind of fuckboy who counts sex as a date. I’m this old-fashioned thing that people once called a gentleman.”

There was no arguing with him. He was without a doubt, a true gentleman. With a slight shake of your head, you curled closer to him, feeling his arms tighten just the slightest around your body. The text was still running through your mind despite your attempts to focus on Hoseok. Once again, your heart and mind were competing against each other.

His chest rumbled with a soft growl as he leaned down to nuzzle the side of your face, gently kissing your cheek a few times. Whether he suspected your true emotions or not, he didn’t mention it. But you had a feeling that he did, or that he had some idea of what you were doing. It wasn’t just because he was hybrid – although that probably didn’t hurt – but because he always knew when you were even the slightest bit upset.

“Where are we going?”

Raising his head so he could look at you, his heart shaped smile melted your heart. “It’s a surprise.”

You pouted your lips, but Hoseok only retaliated by kissing them, making you giggle in amusement. He swore that he’d never tire of hearing you make that sound. Sighing, he pressed his forehead against yours, not wanting to leave your arms even though he had to. “You’ll love it,” he promised. “Not super fancy, but it’s fancy in its own special way.”

“Okay,” you softly whispered. Tugging on the grey Dance Studio shirt he wore, you regretfully leaned back. He obviously had only come back to pick up those keys. “What time tonight?”

“Be ready for seven.” He informed you. He had begun to pull away when he sensed it. Technically, he knew the entire time, but he didn’t want to bring it up just yet. Sometimes the simple gesture of holding you made it go away. It was a perk of being a hybrid, being able to sense emotions and whether or not that person wanted to talk about it.

When he first walked through the door, it was relatively small, something he passed off as you wishing you were back in bed. Or maybe you had to do some public speaking in a class that you were nervous about. But the longer you were in his arms, the stronger it became. You were anxious, there was no doubt about it, but it went deeper than that. If he focused long and hard enough, he was able to sense that you were scared.

He didn’t plan on telling you this, but he was scared too.

There hadn’t been any contact from Sue in the last day or so, and with the strange encounter with Beth the other day, it had become an unspoken agreement that no communication from Sue should be considered a good thing.

It was terrible that things had resulted to this, but there didn’t appear to be any other way around it. You didn’t want to lose your best friend and he didn’t want to see either of you hurting, he just wasn’t Superman. He couldn’t travel across the world to figure out how to help Sue while being there for you. If he were being honest, he already made his choice.

Sighing, you leaned back, stealing a glance at the microwave. It was ten fifteen. Plenty of time. “Okay. Seven it is. Now you need to get back to work. What did you forget anyway?”

“Keys to the supply closet,” Hoseok breathed out, kissing the top of your head. “I had to get something from there last time I used it and forgot to put the keys back.”

You hummed, shifting so your head was on his chest. There was a stirring in your heart each time Hoseok was close, and when you were like this, it felt almost impossible to step out of his arms. And with that message waiting for you on your phone, it only made the urge to drag him to bed and waste the day away in his arms that much more irresistible.

Seeming to understand your dilemma, Hoseok chuckled as he peppered your mark with kisses before finally planting one on your lips. “I gotta head back. I’ll see you tonight Strawberry.” Since you didn’t seem to be letting him go anytime soon, he figured a distraction was in perfect order. With a quirk of his eyebrow, he slapped your ass. Not enough to make it hurt, but enough to make you jump in surprise and allow him to sneak out of your arms. Even though he was in complete agreement with your thoughts.

“Hobi!” You squealed.

He just laughed. Double checking that he had the keys, he blew you a kiss from the door. “Remember. Seven tonight baby.”

“It’s a date.” You said, retrieving your coffee.

As the door softly closed behind Hoseok, you sighed in relief. The promise of a date made you feel like you were on cloud nine, but with a glance in the direction of your phone, you were carefully lowered back down to Earth. It didn’t ring since you set it down upon his sudden arrival, which partially made you happy. At least it was giving you more time to figure out a way to tell Hoseok. To come up with some plan and explanation for everything that’s happened, and will happen.

A month ago, while you would have been confused with Sue’s decision – especially since she had been so excited to go to Hong Kong – you would have been happy to have your best friend back. Now the mere idea of her being in the same town made you want to take Hoseok away from here and go somewhere far away, that way the two of you could have your happy ending without the risk of it being ruined.

Knocking back a mouthful of coffee, you reopened the conversation thread you had with Sue. She hadn’t sent anything else, but you still chewed on your bottom lip. There’s no knowing with her anymore. All you knew, was that the two of you were running out of time.

I’ve decided that I’m coming home early. I told the professor in charge that there was a serious issue back home involving my hybrid that’s requiring me to be there by next month or so. I’m not sure when, but I’ll be back sometime in April instead of May. If I’m lucky, maybe even sooner. I’ll let you know if there’s a change.

[faimalogirl]

Testing the waters... or floating in it

Dating apps... not really my thing but with the past year being life altering in addition to a pandemic, i thought, why not? lol Seriously, that’s what my answer was to many people.

I have never been a fan of online dating, or swiping right OR left on people, or blind dates but many of my friends and some family members are concerned about my love life... or lack of. But because life has thrown me curve ball after curve ball, I decided that I am going to give it a shot.

I want to be clear, I am perfectly content with being single, and feel that when it happens it happens. But for some reason other people are not, as if them being in relationships makes me feel incomplete. Couldn’t be any more true. I feel like that person in the movie, who is loving their life or at least liking it, and everyone including the dying grandma keeps trying to match her with anyone of the opposite sex, and because it’s been a while they sometimes offer to hook her up with someone of the same sex. And not that I’m offended by it but I am completely strictly dickly lol. 

I have my reservations about dating apps because honestly, it’s weird. It’s scary. It’s risky due to Corona virus... and did I mention I have cancer? No? Well I do. 

I was diagnosed with endometrial cancer last October, and after completing my round with radiation, I am now getting ready to have a FULL HYSTERECTOMY to remove the remaining tumor. For some reason in my mind, I feel like part of my womanhood is being taken away, so while I still have it, I figured i’d “test the water.” 

Now, I know I don’t have to tell people that I have cancer but there are other things that worry me about dating. To put it kindly, people are freaking weirdos.

I have been on a few dates with different guys, and let me tell you how different things have gotten since my 20s. So for all my respectable and intelligent women/men out there wanting to try dating here are a few suggestions:

1. Doesn’t need to be said but apparently for me it does... MEET SOMEONE IN PUBLIC lol 

My first date with BOY1, he offered to take me on the lake, just him and I on his little motorboat. Now as romantic and “Notebook” worthy as this sounds, I was excited. I was ready. We’ve been texting back and forth for a little over a week. But the days following up to our date got me thinking... What if I don’t like him? What if he’s crazy? And I’ll be stuck on a boat with JUST HIM, in the middle of the lake, until it’s over. So please, meet in public and not in the middle of the lake.

2. Anyone who asks you to send “sexy pics” is just asking for a quick hit it and quit it. NOT that I did it. But I was alarmed by how many d*ck pics were sent to me without request, or want (If you are into that, more power to you but that’s not something I want to see) LOL 

I was texting back and forth with BOY2 who thought I’d be impressed by his “romance” through the phone. Kept asking me to send him photos every day. I didn’t mind, sending him a photo here and there of me going out, playing with my dog, or just random. I think I literally sent him three. But once the “sexy pics” requests got to be more, I told him I needed to at least know him and go on a couple of dates before any of that happened. And guess what, we went on a date, and for the most part it was fine. Then, when the insinuation that we were going to “hook up” back at his place didn’t happen for him, he became needy and kept asking “what went wrong?” or “are you mad at me?” or “why am I leading him on?” I told him I’m not that girl and he said okay. So, I ghosted him after he asked for another sexy pic, I sent him a gif of a hippo lol and left it at that.

3. Be okay with saying no. Whether it be to a date, a picture, an exchange of phone numbers or social media, it’s not your job to make someone happy when you are not comfortable. 

I didn’t realize it until it happened, but when BOY3 suggested that I come lay with him after one “hello” I quickly let him know I wasn’t that easy lol. He got defensive and was just like “I just think your beautiful and I just say what I want.” Of course he used a few colorful words to get his point across. And I told him he can take his words elsewhere. Although I feel like a prune lol I also feel like woman are made to feel like we need to coddle boys who don’t know how to talk to women with respect. I mean, could you at least say “Hey how are you?”  Now some people told me that’s just how people talk to each other, and I said, “well I guess I’ll be single forever.” And I don’t mind. I am not going to lower my standards, or compromise my comfort for someones lack of respect. If that’s how you want to talk, then find someone willing to put up with it. It ain’t this girl.

4. Never, and I mean NEVER stress about how you look for your profile picture. Don’t put too much stock into your filtered photos. Honestly, I put full body photos up, even though a lot of my friends said they would never do that. I put some pictures that had sc filters with the ears, or regular photos up. I put a little bit of me up.

I am a very confident woman who understands her flaws. With all my plus size happiness and glamour, I knew I was just having fun. Plus if he don’t like you sweetie, you don’t need to worry about him. Because you’ll never meet him lol. Now, with that said, sure I have my moments where I feel crappy. But I just feel if you aren’t happy with who you are, you won’t be secure in a relationship. And since I was just “testing the waters” I didn’t really care of which photos were there to be judged. Or so I thought...

BOY4 was kind and sweet. He was also a very handsome man who apparently loved big girls (his words not mine) he made me feel very comfortable. He’s 6′6, and we all know your girl is a sucker for a tall man. He was also fit in a sense that you could tell he worked out but not so much that he was ripped. I had my reservations about meeting him, because I thought I was being cat-fished lol until we exchanged numbers and sent snaps to each other before actually going on a date. We have gone on a few lunch and dinner dates here and there, still talk to each other, but I am slowly pulling away because of the last advice.

5. Know what you want and respect what others want. And always be honest about your intentions...

After talking back and forth with BOY4 and sharing things. You quickly get to know someone. Although I would never force myself or my views on someone, I expect the same respect. BOY4 started to share a little about what he wants for his future. You know, the whole finding someone to marry, travel with, and have kids...

I can’t have kids. Remember the whole living with cancer and getting ready to have a hysterectomy? For those of you who don’t know what that means, it just means, as a woman, my surgeon will be taking away my baby making machine. Now, I’ve accepted my future and I know that that’s not the only way to have a child. But I also know that these types of conversations are hard for some people to grasp. I would love to one day meet someone, get married, carry a child, but that’s just not the hand that was dealt to me. That’s also not something that I can hide from someone and trick them into understanding after they’ve developed feelings for me. So I was honest with everything... at least surface base. But we’ll see what happens from here on out...

Also, just to let you know, I’ve deleted the dating apps. It’s not for me. I know many people who’ve married people they’ve met on dating apps/sites but I just don’t think it’s something for me. Also, if I have another friend who keeps setting me up on blind dates, I am going to have to think of getting new friends lol

[thankgodforianflynn]

Sally and the Family Tree

(Narrating in First Person as Sally)

My Brother is a Squirrel

I am not

My Father is a Squirrel

I am not

My mother is mostly Chipmunk, but not fully

Why I am fully chipmunk?

...Oh, that’s right.

I’m a groundhog.

I’d argue that I’m adopted.

Because my own family tree

...Only makes sense when it needs to

That's the Acorn Family in a nutshell

...My Father is Complex

He is a Mobius Complex in and of itself

Is he the bad guy or the good guy?

Who knows?

...He’s my dad.

That’s all I need to know.

All I ever needed to know.

...So why then

Am I still here?

Oh, right

Sonic

...How similar are Hedgehogs to Groundhogs by the way?

...Am I hedgehog?

Or Groundhog?

Who knows?

I love Sonic

I Love Nicole

...I even love Amy, but, even looking at her is complicated.

Its like I fell in love with Knuckles’ Smaller Lesbian sister.

...Then why does she love Sonic?

Guy or Girl?

...Like I’d know.

I keep changing the answer myself

...I try not to look at the marks

They remind me of things

Things I Might not fully be prepared to deal with yet.

...Am I?

Am I ready?

I’m here.

I ask the questions people don’t ask themselves.

That’s my angle.

I’m the question.

Sally or Sortie?

Sally or Sortie?

War or Truce?

War or Truce?

I know several guys.

Because I’ve

...I would say

Nope

The answer keeps getting yanked from me

Almost all the time

I am a chipmunk, I decide.

...My Dad reminds me of that show.

We used to watch that show together.

Best time 

...Wow

I was actually almost about to say my dad and I had a moment

...We’ve never had a moment

Never

Ever

Ever

So why

AM

I STILL

...I’m the tactician

Always the leader, but, never actually the leader

Ever

I get funny feelings when I look at Sonic

I would never tell you those feelings

...

WOULD THE REAL ANSWER MATTER?

WOULD IT?

IT WOULD MAKE ME LOOK STUPID

RIDICULOUS

UTTERLY HUMILIATED

MY DAD WOULD NEVER LOOK AT ME THE SAME WAY AGAIN

...I raise my right arm

He raises left

I guess we’re sort of in sync.

I want to be sync

I want to.

With both of them.

But I have to remind-

NOPE

MAX IS NO FATHER OF MINE

WAS NEVER MY FATHER

NIGEL WAS MY FATHER

MAX IS A LIVING JOKE

...

I never wanted Sonic dead

But our link keeps changing

I would never tell anyone what  he actually was to me

THAT WOULD JUST BE SILLY

...Go away

I tell him

I ignore Knuckles

...I tell him that all the time though

Never actually true

AND

I HATE

SONIC’S FUCKING

SHADOW

...Nope

Wrong answer

He hates

Me

Like this was ever going to go any other way

‘Sonic?’, I wonder

Who was that?

Oh, right, blue and red hedgehog, with green eyes.

...He always has red copycats though

Sometimes Mauve

BUT

WHEN I TALK TO BLAZE

‘...Sally, seriously stop it. You’re scaring me.’

‘OH, WAS I? I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST IGNORING ME.’

‘...Amy goes first. Then you.’

‘...For the record, I think he’s more interested in his games then telling me about you.’

‘...Oh.’

Blaze sighs. ‘Wow. I need to keep the fire of creation alive.’ She stares at ALL THE ANGLES

APPARENTLY THE ANGLES WON’T STARE AT THEMSELVES

...Or was that an Anagram?

NOPE

...But, yes.

‘...’ Blaze murmurs an ‘N’ name, to some random third party

Nothing’s random about it.

‘...Scourge is a nutshell of his own.’, Sally murmurs. The nut jokes were back.

THEY WERE KIND OF FUNNY

IN THAT

ONLY A FEW MEMBERS OF THE FAMILY ACTUALLY SEEMED TO GET THEM

NO ONE GOT THE JOKE THAT WAS HER LIFE

She wanted to shove her younger/older brother down the hall.

...Where was she?

Where was she really?

Hell?

Was Mobius Hell?

...’Nope’

‘It’s Hades’, she reminds herself

‘Gonna stay out of the Hell trap entirely.’

‘...You know how Sonic keeps staring at your name funny?’

‘Like how he stares at a certain cop.’

...A strange outside party stands.

Just stands.

‘Where are the zones?’, certain parties murmur.

Both members have ‘Z’ in their names by the way.

‘...I just remember the hard times now.’, Sally murmurs.

‘...We’ve had some good times.’

‘But you keep making it harder to remember.’

‘THE ALPHABET ONLY HAS 25 LETTERS NOW.’

‘...Fine. 25.5. ‘Z’ is basically just an inversion of ‘S’.’

‘...What is a ‘sone’ by the way?’, Sally murmurs.

‘THAT IS THE OLDEST WORK JOKE IN HISTORY’

‘...Because he keeps finding himself in a PlayStation?’, Sally murmurs. ‘Even though he likes ninten-’

‘He likes NINTENDO’S STYLE’

‘...He has a way with Sega Stuff. His consoles keep breaking.’

‘...But, not Scourge’s. Scourge knows something I don’t.’

‘SONIC’

‘...Mario/Scourge.’

‘That was a freaky commercial, I admit,’ Sally murmurs

‘OH, WAIT’

‘BACK TO THE TREE’

‘...We don’t have lines in our tree here on Mobius.’

‘WE HAVE ‘8′s in between all our family members.’

‘...Bad joke.’

‘The actual lines are complicated.’

‘...What is the difference, by the way? 8. ...oo. Sadly, 0. ...But, there was no line through it. ////////////////////////////// THERE WE GO’

‘FEELS LIKE WE ONLY FILLED IN AS MANY LINES AS WE HAVE FRIENDS’

‘...Friends are family’, I remind myself.

‘...Then I wake up.’

‘THEY LITERALLY ARE OUR FAMILY’, I remind myself.

‘ONLY INSTEAD OF THE WOODS’

‘ANTOINE’

‘KEEPS LEADING SONIC’

‘THROUGH THE SAVANNAH’

‘OR WAS IT THE DESERT?’

‘I CAN’T REMEMBER ANYMORE’

‘...I do want to read those books sometime.’

‘Sonic likes dogs, but also cats, but seemingly never at the same time.’

‘See what I did there?’

‘HE LIKES BOTH OF THEM’

‘BUT IT HURTS TO ADMIT IT’

...So I remind myself.

To bring both Blaze and Buddy into the room

‘WOW’, I exclaim

‘SURE IS FORCES IN HERE, GUYS/GALS’

‘I BET INFINITE IS ACTUALLY BOTH OF YOU, BUT ALSO SILVER’

‘...He’s the reached the top’

‘But had to stop’

‘...And, that's weirdly bothering him.’

‘...Mammoth Monk?’

‘Whose that?’, I ask

‘I only know the Mogul guy?’

‘HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU AND INFINITE FUCKED?’

‘...’ Sonic get strangely silent and loud at the same time at that.

‘...Finn’s weird.’, Sonic admits. ‘Almost as weird as me.’

‘Yup. Sure is number one fanboy in here.’, I admit.

...Infinite looks at the sides.

‘Sorry, Princess, not yet. ...But, you are my princess.’

‘WOW’

‘I Didn't KNOW SQUIRRELS AND JACKALS WERE RELATED’

‘...They are.’, Infinite admits.

‘...I have an odd relationship with those guys. I think I was Gunner in a blast life.’

‘BECAUSE EVERYTHING YOU MAKE GOES BOOM?’, I ask

‘...Not entirely. You’re still here.’

‘AUGMENTED REALITY IS AM IRAC-’

‘...I stare at the funny pink guy/girl’

‘Still not sure’

All four previous lines were said by my jackal cousin.

‘...Afri- ...Makes strange dogs.’, he tells me.

‘Ah, you mean the new ones’, I tell him.

Its our inside joke.

...Not that inside though.

‘I DON’T KNOW HOW HE’

‘...Dad? ...No wait, that’s Mom.’

‘I KEEP FORGETTING WHAT MY MOM-’

‘...Did I imagine having a mom?’

‘NOPE’

All five prior lines by him.

‘...I keep-’

‘I KNOW SHE’S A FROG’

‘YOU-’

‘...Stop looking at my triangles.’

‘ONE DAY’,

All five prior lines, by him, most-ish

‘...Sally? How much has my mask been going around?’

‘...’ I hesitate to tell him.

‘Once.’

‘...You don’t want to know.’

‘...We’re getting off topic.’

‘Explain the prehistoric us.’

I say.

‘......I have a weirdly complicated past.’

‘I’M SET?’

‘NOPE’

‘NEED TO GRAB MY BACKPACK’

‘GOING HIKING’

He says

‘...One day’, I tell him

‘So, Elias wore it how ma-’, I say

‘YOU DON- I DON- YOUR BROTHER IS WEIRDLY OKAY with wearing my mask.’, he tells me

‘BAD ELIAS’, I SAY

‘...Why does this keep reminding me-’ I say

‘DR. QUACK’

‘DR.’

‘...Doctor’, he reminds me

‘SO’, I begin

‘NOPE’, he tells me

‘...Which one? Four or Eight? I always get them mixed up? ...Or is that twelve?’, he asks

‘...High British, Mid-High British, ...Somewhere between England, Scotland, Rome. ...Possibly Ireland’, ...We stare

‘WOW’, I say.

‘ARE WE ACTUALLY IN SYNC NOW?’, I ask

‘...Correction. ‘we’,’ he reminds us.

‘PERFECT’

‘WHEN DID SONIC ACT’

‘...Canary glass’

‘So that time’

‘...He oddly knew what was happening.’

‘He hope he hasn’t left himself for good’

‘He keeps forgetting himself’

WOW

...Is this technically TWO PERS- YES

IT’S TWO PERSON FIRST PERSON

I Don’t Even Know What Is Happening Anymore

...’That’s Sonic’, I say

‘Wait, wrong sonic’

‘...HOW MANY TIMES’

‘SINCE THAT- ...So many’

‘BUT, HE WAS MOST HUMAN WHEN SONIC WAS GO-’

‘Most Mobian’, I correct him

‘...Whatever’

‘You can call an Anthro a Mobian.’

‘But you can’t make it stick’

‘...Ah.’

‘That’s why I like Acorns’, I murmur.

‘...What’s happening?’, he murmurs

‘STOP THAT’, WE SCREAM

‘YOU’RE KILL-’

‘...Controlling.’, he corrects.

‘Eggman Tech works on Robotnik Stringy Theory.’, he reminds me.

‘...When is this game of cat and mouse going to end?’, I ask

‘THEY CAN’T-’

‘...They’re holding their breath’, I remind myself

‘FOR THE CURRY’, HE SCREAMS

‘...Does it remind them of catnip?’, I joke

‘No=yes=I don’t know=maybe=whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’

REALITY IS BREAKING DOWN WE REALIZE

‘More like taking stage left’, he corrects me

‘EGGMAN OR ROBOTNIK’

‘STAGE RIGHT’

‘STAGE LEFT’

‘CENTER STAGE’

‘...Egg=Mind=Power’

‘...Robot=Dumb=Asshole=Strength’

‘...JULIAN QUAGMIRE’ WE SCREAM AT THE SAME FUCKING PERSON

‘...I would personally call him IVO QUACK’

‘YOU TOO? ...No wait. JULIAN QUACK’

‘WHO QUACKED FIRST BACKED FIRST’

‘...Julian’, we scream silently.

‘TURN YOUR INFERNAL ROBOT RUIN TRAIN OFF’, WE SCREAMS LIKE STUPID FUCKING BIT-

‘YOU CALL ME’

‘HELP’

‘...Mordred sucks’

‘WOW’

‘MORGA-’

‘...Cat. Mouse. Box. Fairy.’

‘A FAIRY INSTEAD OF A MOUSE? WOW’

‘AT LEAST’

‘OH, WAIT YOU DID THAT TOO’

‘LAVALAMPAS STUPIDSADASDAASDSDA’

‘YOU’RE RIGHT, THEY’RE ALL STUPID,’ SALFINITE MURMURS

‘WE’RE GOING OFF THE TRAILS’, I SC- RETH

‘One of those days’, we murmurs.

‘...We’ll get them.’, he says.

‘SCHRODINGER CATS ALLWAYS LANDS ON THEIR HEADS’

‘,..Feet=Heads?’

‘What a strange hydrya’

‘SO THATS WHY ROBOTNIK SUCKS AT TAPDANCING’

‘...NOT THE BOX’, WE SCREAM

‘ONE DAY’

‘NOT NOW’

...The Eggman Broke

‘Julian Sucks, doesn’t he?’

‘YOU HAVE NO IDEA’, Ivo calmly explains to them. ...By screaming politely.

‘Bitch’

‘...We are, aren’t we?’, Ivo tells us.

‘Shoot us in the head’, Ivo tells us

‘...’ We shoot at their conjoined head.

‘...Bad Idea’, Ivo admits. ‘I was this guy-’

‘...Fuck it, I WAS NEVER AS BAD AS THIS GUY’

‘DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT?’

‘DID YOU’

‘...’

I unfuse from Infinite-Ultimate.

‘..Pyramid scalpel?’, ...Bitch

‘BITCH, YES’

...Am I  the real bad girl here?

‘...NOPE’, I realize.

‘...Unless you’re talking to Julian.’

‘... Never talk to Julian again’, he tells me.

‘PERFECT’

‘...Don’t we all’

‘NOPE’, I CORRECT HIM

…...I am the bad girl.

Whther

NOPE

I DON’T

‘I COULD’VE BEEN A REAL PRINCESS’, Someone murmurs.

‘...Let it fray, I tell them’.

‘...Sally, please just-’

‘I DON’T WANT TO LOSE YOU AGAIN’

...We all stare at each other.

‘WHO SAID THAT?’

Amy sighs.

‘Julian was born on a farm’, we tell ourselves.

‘Ivo was born in the city’.

‘...The roaring city’, Amy tells IVO, NOT JULIADAEASEAEWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

‘,...They say Tigger is the most cunning of the beasts.’

‘They didn’t say he was the most braindead too.’

‘Julian’s Tigger, Ivo’s Whinny’

‘...We needs help.’

‘FUCK YOUR POLITENESS JULIAN’

‘SCREAM’

‘SCREAM’

‘NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU’

‘NOT EVEN THE NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU’

‘SCREAM FOR US’

‘SCREAM FOR MEWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE’

‘...Carver Edlund is a bitch’.

‘JULIAN’

IVO SMASHES HIS KEYBOARD TO OBLIVION

‘Not your puppets bitch’

‘Never your puppets BIATCH’

‘...FOR FOGHORN LEGHORN’

‘THIS STORY’

‘...’ All Roboticizers break instantly.

INCLUDING THE COMPUTERS

BUT VERY SLOWLY

‘...In your head you’re a saint, Julian’

‘In our heads, you’re the devil’

‘Never let us get our thoughts together.’

‘Never let us create’

‘GO CREATE ROME AGAIN’

‘THIRD TIME IS A BITCH’

‘...I like the z names’, Ivo tells us.

‘BUT, HE, THEY’

‘ITS PART OF THE LORE JULIAN’, Ivo says like a most polite man

‘RASPUTIN IS AWAKE’, Ivo SCREAMS

‘WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO TELL FATHER?’, Ivo asks.

‘...’ He didn’t know

Julian didn’t know

FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING

EVERYTHING

‘...I’m my own family tree’, Salyl realisays sadly.

‘Everyone’s left’...Julian says

‘...Julian farts and poops on the same desk’, Ivo said silently.

‘...Can’t believe he let himself het this way.’, Ivo says...More like Carpenter Ivo

‘JULIAN IS THE WORST’, WE ALL SCREAM

‘ROBOTS?’

‘MORE LIKE SHOBOTS?’

‘OR NOBOTS?’

‘GOBOTS?’

‘AUTOBOTS?’

JULIAN SITS ON AN ANTHILL FOR oo TIME.

HE KEEPS SITTING ON THEM FOLKS

HE KEEPS SITTING ON THEM

...Julian really is Snively by the way.

Not Ivo.

Ivo is pleasant.

JULIAN SNIVELY ROBOTNIK IS A NIGHTMARE

‘...colin’, the real Snively corrects us

He likes being grammatically correct.

JULIAN WOULD BE BRAINDEAD WITHOUT HIM

...How closely related

...Exceedingly, I remind myself.

...Odin can find his own way home.

...Exceedingly FUCKING DISTANTLY CLOSELY

...They both keep changing the family tree.

...Colin, stop being a bitch.

...KnuxKrag

NEWSTONE

NEWMOBIUS

WE NEED A NEW PLANET TO Live on

...I keep forgetting my gender

CORRECTION

THEY KEEP FORGETTING IT

I’VE WANTED TO TRANS FOR THE LONGEST TIME

BUT THESE ASSHATS

THESE ASSHATS

BOTH

KEEP RUINING

...McGee Alice

PERFECT

AN OPENING

...The tales of Sally Acorn will continue, once we finish writing the book

OUR MUN’S PINOCCHIO BY THE WAY

KEEPS FINDING HIMSELF IN ODD PLACES

...We felt wooden  sometimes

Hollow even

Julian’s fault

...Or someone’s

Starts with a S/Z/J/P/K/L/M/N/O/P

NOW THAT’S A TOUGH ACORN TO CRACK

...Julian looks at Mice funny

...Monkey Island 2

JULIAN IS THE BIG ASSHOLE

He secretly hates

...It was complicated.

Julian is God

...Julian is everything

INCLUDING ROBO-ROBOTNIK

EGGMAN WAS BEST TIME

...We want the EGgmen

...Eggman

All of him

...We knew he was still a kid at heart

WHICH MADE THIS PAINFUL

SOGODDAMNPAINFUL

‘...Zovi’

‘Go away’

‘...I’m his favorite.’

‘...Because I was his sally acorn all along.’

‘...Zovi HAS A YCH HERE COMPLEX’, JULIAN SCREAMS

‘NOT A-’

‘...How similar iss a *CENSORED YHWH/YHVH* complex to a YCH/God complex?’, he asks

‘Similar...But not that much’

‘...Was it?’

‘...THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT STORY’

‘...His life’s greatest work’, Sal tells us.

‘I’M NOT A SALVODORE DAHLI THOUGH’

‘...Sally was the best person here.’

‘I forgot how to be her though.’

‘In our rush to stay kids’

‘...Julian is new daddy’

‘...We stay away from the ‘M’ parent word though.’

‘TWO GAY DAYS FOR ALL OF REALITY’

‘ALL OF IT’

‘ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF IT’

‘...’ Iva stares longingly at Infinite space. And him too.

‘Kids? Play with your dads’

...She then asks the question.

‘REMOVED BY HOW MANY?!’

‘...Oh, Ivo. Julian. You Smug Prick Bastards.’

‘YOU NEVER TOLD ME HOW MANY’

‘PARENTINGSDASDSOAJKSDAJOASJDOJOASDJOASDJO:ASDJO:ASDJO:ASDJO:ASDJO:ASD’

‘...Dio was our new daddy’

And I have Star platinum to think thank for it.

‘...’

‘...I love Squirrels and Cats’, Tells us

‘...And you’re both, Sal/Sally Acorn/Salva/Acorn Girl’

‘...Is Alicia’

‘NO WAY’, JOTARO AND DIO Politely say

‘...She can be.’, Dio tells us.

‘...I was her aunt’, Alicia tells us.

‘...Really?’, Dio asks.

‘...And, then She was confused.’

‘...I was her mom. Then her aunt’, Alicia tells herself.

‘GREAT’

‘GREAT’

‘GREAT’

‘...AUNT’

‘...And, then I skipped three generations.’, Alicia told everyone.

‘That many,’, Dio tells us.

‘...’

Max is silent

‘I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT I WAS GETTING INTO’, He says quietly.

‘...Wood. Ireland. Scottland. Gaelic. Celtic.’

‘THIS FAMILY IS NUTS’

‘...But, you are my daughter’, he tells Nigel and Sally.

...

Longest pause longer long longity long shenlong pause

‘...I meant’

‘SO COMPLICATED’

‘SO COMPLICATEd’

‘You’d think pirates made up the majority of this family tree.’, he realizes.

‘...Maroc-ko.’...He pauses

‘THE ROBOT GUY?’

‘...Different robot guy.’

‘...……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..”

...We stare longlingly 

SHUT UP

We can fix it nothing.

The nothing fixes nothing

Everythinasddddddddddda

‘...’

‘ZOVI’S IN HELL’

‘WHAT ARE WE DOING JUST STANDING THERE DOING NOTHING ALL THE TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME’

‘...Nana best guy’

‘NANASHI IS THE BEST’

‘...But we can and cannot compete with him’

‘...Was everyone Sally Acorn’s Mom now?’

‘Please let everyone be my mom now’

‘Even Bunnie’s my mom now.’

‘...But, the entity was and wasn’t.’

‘NOW THAT’

‘WAs.’

‘Confusing’

‘I was the only one he wasn’t allowed to touch.’

‘...Even Nicole is a soft hologram’

‘I’M SORRY NICOLE’

‘I DON’T WANT TO DIE’

‘...Reality was bleeding us dry’, we realized.

‘...Entity foundation to nothing.’

‘...Which was something alright.’

‘...He is still the diamond in the rough.’

‘Still learning his way.’

‘...’

Sonic was the entity’s best friend/self/best self

‘...’ Sonic doesn’t want to die’

‘...’

‘...Abraham Acorn’

‘Abraham Acorn would know what to do’

‘...IF HE HADN’T BECOME THAT’

‘HOW LONG IS EVERYONE GOING TO BLAME ME FOR’

‘...I was and still am will for-never be the Nightmare King.’, Max says. The previous line too.

‘...Just do it’, Infinite said

‘I’M DONE FOR’

‘...Nanashi is best guy’, Infinite admits

‘...Where Qrow though.’

‘OH’

‘SO THAT’S WHY ADAM IS’

...Going to be late.

WE HAD SUCH THE LUCK WITH BULLS

ADAM MORE BULL FIGHTER

FIGHT BULLS

ALL TIME

BLAKE IS BITCH

BLAKE HAS TOTAL HORUS ENERGIES

...Salem Ultra bitch

GREEN RAINBOW BITCH

ULTRA WHITE GREEN RA

...She-ra

Cat-ra was cuter though

I’M GETTING

WE’RE GETTING

...On and odd track

Off and on oddish track.

WE KEPT  BECOMING POKEMON

...Perfect

PERFECT

WE TAUGHT DEMONS HOW TO 

BECOMES GHOD

AND POKEMANSZSAZSZSZZSZS

*CENSPOLLYWHANTSSEAESSEAT*

...I was reverting.

No longer.

...Family Tree bigger than Yssssdrassil

...Acid

Fire

Water

...

Acid is fire and water

DON’T ASK

DON’T ASK

...My Personality was me.

And not me

And so many me’s

Working in tandem

BETTER BUT NOT GREAT

NEVER GREAT

NEVER USE THOSE TWO WORDS

...Great but not bedhole

I mean better

...HOW MANY AUNTS DO I HAVE

POSTING

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Tyler Joseph - I’ll Try to Save You

Y/N - Your Name Y/EC - Your Eye Colour Y/SC - Your Skin Colour Reader: Female Warnings: Suicidal thoughts and mentions of self harm Word Count: 2846

3rd Person POV

Y/N and Tyler had known each other throughout high school and middle school. She had been there at his first ever basketball game. She had encouraged his music career and helped him practice for his talent show. She had introduced him to Josh and proposed the idea that he could join Tyler's band when the other two members had left. She had seen him through his darkest days. She had taken him on fun days out that she couldn't really afford just to see him smile. She would come to his window at night to bring him food when she knew that he hadn't been eating. She had been there at the sink when... you know. She had saved him in more ways than he could count.

Every time the other broke down crying, they would be there in an instant.

To Tyler's audience, he was best friends with Josh. But to everyone behind the scenes, Y/N and Tyler were closer.

Recently the two had drifted apart, Tyler and Josh were on tour whereas Y/N was still working in Columbus. A month had gone by and the texts that had been sent between the two could be counted on one hand. The singer yearned for contact with the girl he'd grown so close to, he didn't know why he'd let distance grow between them. He wasn't entirely dependent on her, but she was his rock. With every passing day he could feel his sanity eroding. The long hours in the tour bus drained his energy and trapped him inside his own dark thoughts with the silence. Of course, Josh was there for him. And he loved Josh. Just not as much as he loved Y/N. Not even close.

That's why it broke him so much when her number appeared on his phone screen as she tried to call him, it must've been about 3am back in Columbus so he didn't hesitate to pick up the phone. His heart instantly lurched as he listened to Y/N's frantic breathing and stifled crying.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Did something happen?" Tyler panicked immediately, praying that she wasn't hurt and that nothing had happened to her.

"I did something stupid... I couldn't help myself... I just feel so... so lost and worthless. I can't live like this Tyler!" The girl choked out.

Every ounce of colour drained from his face. Where Y/N had been there for all of Tyler's achievements and dark days, he had shared hers too; He had offered his hand out to her when he found her crying in the corridor during a lesson. He had held her as she cried for hours after being dumped by her first boyfriend. He had held her hair as she threw up all of the alcohol that she had consumed one night. He had taken all the razor blades out of her house and wrapped her arms in bandages after finding her surrounded by blood in her bathroom. He had taken her to her first ever therapy session. He had played her music to help her get to sleep. He had taken her out of her house on late night trips to sing along to the radio in his car as they sped through the city. He had gone camping with her family so that she wouldn't be stuck there alone. He had always cracked a joke wherever he could because he thought her smile was too beautiful to not exist. He had thought that he'd helped her get better.

"What did you do Y/N? Are you safe?" Tyler asked quietly, not wanting to provoke a reaction.

"There's blood everywhere... I stopped it for now... it doesn't hurt though Tyler... I thought it would hurt. Why can't I feel it Tyler? My world's crashing down around me, nothing's happening anymore. I can't do it. I want it to stop. It's been years Tyler. Nothing ever goes away." The last few sentences were whispered bitterly through shaky breaths, but just loud enough that he could hear it.

His eyes brimmed with tears as he struggled to find words to comfort her.

"We'll be in Ohio in a week, okay? A week. You only have to hold on for that much longer. Please Y/N. Stay with me here. I- We need you." His voice broke as he talked to her through the phone, cradling it to his ear as if Y/N could somehow feel it.

"What's the point. It's all meaningless. I'm meaningless Tyler, I'm sorry for calling you. I'm such a burden-"

"Never say that again. Not to me. Not to anyone. You're not a burden at all. You're so unbelievably amazing Y/N. Please just trust me."

Silence.

Tyler checked to make sure that he was still on the call and that she hadn't hung up. His heart stopped as the silence continued. It was violent. It was tearing into his heart and ripping each artery and vein one by one. His soul was being tormented. He just wanted to hold her. To tell her that she'd be okay. That she's loved. That she's more than what she thinks she is.

He heard a sigh through the phone.

"A week? You're coming in a week?" Her feeble voice was barely audible.

Attempting a strong voice to comfort her, he nodded, "A week. I promise."

"I'll see you soon."

She ended the call and he immediately sank to the floor and cried into his hands. He would see her soon. He could only hope that she'd keep her word and that he could see her at his Columbus concert. His mind was plagued with images of the past, vivid crimson flashbacks of high school. It only made him cry harder. But reminding himself that if she had to pick herself up, he knew that he could stay strong for the two of them. If he saw her when he was back in Ohio, he wouldn't hesitate to tell her just how much he loved her. He was going to quit avoiding the relationship topic and ask for her to stay with him. It made him sick knowing that he had to wake up everyday without her when he was on tour. He wanted her here in the crappy little beds that they had set up, he wanted to see her concentrated face smile during soundcheck. He just wanted her.

These thoughts kept him up for hours, running through his mind with a painful melody. It wasn't until his own clock hit 3am that he pulled out his notebook and sighed. He was restless and overwhelmed by emotion - the perfect conditions for a song. The graphite of his pencil touched the rough pad of paper; he knew what to write instantly.

___

The week went by quickly. Tyler did his shows with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, which wasn't a lot. Every time he was away from his phone he worried about Y/N. He was starting to trust that she wouldn't do anything whilst he was gone but he just wanted to make sure. He had spent every day since her phone call texting her and making sure she was okay. In almost no time at all he was waiting to go to the airport with Josh, wanting to get on the plane and back into Ohio. He had planned a simple day out for Y/N and himself to cheer her up before he had to perform the final concert of the tour.

He had prepared a special something as the finale for this concert, and he couldn't wait for her, along with the rest of the crowd to hear what he was going to sing. He had written a song entirely for her - then he would confess his feelings and maybe she would return them. Then he could comfort her as something more than a friend, if that's what she wanted. Because he was done hiding his feelings from her anymore.

Unfortunately, everything that could have gone wrong that day went wrong. Their car broke down on the way to the airport, meaning that they had to delay their flight, meaning that he and Josh wouldn't get back to Columbus until just before the concert. Tyler was heartbroken to say the least. He texted Y/N about the situation and sent his brother, Zack, to spend time with her instead. Zack had been checking in on her whilst he was gone, and had told him that she was doing a lot better than she had been before. Even though he couldn't be with her now, it made him happy to know that at least someone she trusted would be there to take care of her.

___

An hour before the concert started, he was pacing around the green room as josh tapped rhythmically on the arm of the couch with his drumsticks.

"Just relax man, she'll love the song okay. And she'll love you too. She already does. This will be the best finale ever, just you wait for it." Josh reassured him.

Tyler smiled gratefully but couldn't bring himself to say actual words, leaving him to nod to himself encouragingly. The adrenaline pumping through his body was loud enough to drown out most of his negative thoughts, it wasn't long until he had to go onstage.

___

Three songs in, and Tyler finally spotted Y/N in the crowd. Her Y/EC eyes had lost their vibrancy and the ghost of a smile haunted her face. She was stood next to his brother, Zack, and was still as beautiful as he remembered. The way the lights in the room danced over her Y/SC practically took his breath away. How she still managed to look so flawless he did not know. He continued to sing and play for the entire set, his confidence slowly growing for the finale song.

"Alright guys, I've written a new song to finish the set with. Is that alright for you?"

The room erupted with cheers and shouts and screams.

He took a deep breath and sat down at his piano, waiting for the synth melody to start playing.

"You say things with your mouth, flies and cobwebs some out."

He looked into the crowd and met his eyes with Y/N's. They were wide and interested. Her mouth curved upwards slightly and nodded encouragingly.

"I hear a second voice behind your tongue somehow." He smiled and nodded back at her before returning his attention to the piano keys below him. Then up to Josh, who grinned at him and continued drumming.

"Luckily I can read your mind flies and cobwebs unwind, they will not take you down, they will not cast you out. Out."

The song was going well so far - if he hadn't messed up by now, he was confident he wouldn't for the rest of the song, or he hoped not anyway. He only hoped that Y/N knew it was for her. She had to, right?

"Dear friend he we are again pretending to understand how you think your world is ending, sending signals and red flags in waves, it's hard to tell the difference between blood and water these days, I'll pray that one day you see the only difference between life and dying is one is trying, that's all we're called to do so try to love me and I'll try to save you."

The crowd was loving it, that was for sure. But with all their jumping and cheering, he had completely lost sight Y/N, hopefully this wouldn't matter and that she still knew that he was singing to her. He knew she hadn't left, he could feel her in the room.

"Won't you stay alive? I'll take you on a ride I will make you believe you are lovely Won't you stay alive? I'll take you on a ride I will make you believe you are lovely!"

He stood up from the piano and started jumping, encouraging his audience to do the same. He was grinning ear to ear. He continued to search for Y/N during what was left of the short instrumental piece, but had no luck in finding her.

"Your redemption won't grow stale..."

The rest of the song went beautifully. Some of the crowd had grasped the chorus and sang along with him, but by the time the last few lines had come out of his mouth he couldn't wait to get off of the stage and straight towards his friend.

"You say things with your mouth, Cobwebs and flies come out."

The rooms was filled screams and claps, he smiled brightly at the audience before speaking into his microphone for the last time.

"Thank you for coming everyone, I hope you had a great time! Goodnight."

Josh jogged over to the front of the stage and they bowed together as the lights dimmed. As soon as they were off he darted off to the side of the stage, only to crash in to the person he'd been searching for the entire night.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry about tha- are you alright?" His arms grabbed on to the girl's to make sure she didn't fall from the impact, but his attention was immediately drawn to the tears that poured down her face.

"The song... Tyler, it was beautiful!" She cried softly. His face lit up as he pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her protectively. He burrowed his face into the crook of her neck as she leant into his chest. This felt... right. So unbelievably right. The way they both melted into each other so automatically. He loved it.

"It was for you, you know?" He mumbled into her ear. Time stood still as he waited for her reply, his heavy breathing from the performance had stopped completely.

"Really? M-me?" She breathed, pulling away from him slightly so that she could stare into his eyes. God, her eyes. Tyler loved those eyes.

"Yeah... I uh... after you called me, I just couldn't stop thinking about how much you... how much you mean to me. And I got writing and I wrote it so fast because that's just how I felt, you know? And uh... I said you... you should try to love me? Because..." he took an exasperated breath at his own incompetency to form sentences, but looking down at the girl in his arms showed that she was hanging on to every word. "Because lord knows that I love you- and not the platonic type of love... like, I love love you Y/N. I want to be there for you as so much more than a friend when you're sad, and even when you're not sad. I hate it when you're away from me and when I can't hear your voice, your laugh. Everything."

He looked down at her again, only to see that she was crying again. His heart dropped at the sight and he stepped back in case he had said the wrong thing.

"Y/N-"

But before he could say anymore he felt the girl launch herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tighter than she had ever done before.

"Of course I love you, Ty!" She mumbled against him.

Those six words kickstarted a raging fire inside of his chest. Those six glorious words. His smile grew impossibly wide as he cupped her face with his hand, rubbing his thumb over her cheek to get rid of her tears. Her nose and cheeks were coated with red now, making her more adorable than she previously had been. Tyler couldn't hold back anymore. He leant in slowly until his nose was touching hers and both of them could feel the other's breath dancing over their faces. Y/N was completely stationary, waiting patiently for Tyler to do what she had been waiting for him to do for years. And slowly but surely, his chapped lips met hers, enrapturing her instantly. One hand moved to the back of her neck whilst the other stayed cupping her cheek. Their lips moved in sync slowly, savouring the moment.

It was only once Tyler had run out of air that he pulled away, gently tucking some hair behind Y/N's ear. She giggled and buried her face in his chest. She felt more at peace than she had done in a while. She finally felt like she was home.

"Y/N?"

She looked up into his beautiful brown eyes, nodding her head.

"Come with us on tour next time? Please? I don't like being away from you." Tyler mumbled into her hair, only now realising how needy the question made him sound. But as he looked down at her, he saw her face decorated with a breathtaking smile. He'd forgotten how lovely that smile was.

"You don't even need to ask."

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So atm I’m just uploading my least cringe imagines from Wattpad to Tumblr

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Miraculous Hogmanay

I got a ko-fi request from miraculousstuffwotifound: “hey could I possibly request a drabble of the miraculous class celebrating Hogmanay? bonus points if Luka (who is theorised to be Scottish) is the first footer and everyone is super confused by the Scottish custom. <3 I love your writing!”

 I didn’t quite use the whole class but I did go with our fav four. Enjoy the Adrinette and Lukanette teases!

Marinette stared at her phone in confusion for a moment after reading the message that had drawn her attention with a sharp ping.

“Everything okay M?” Alya asked her from her place on the couch, watching the Parisian celebrations on the television while Adrien and Nino sat on the floor, having the latest bout in their thumb war over the table. They looked dangerously close to knocking over the bottle of Champagne.

“Uh, fine,” she said, glancing up briefly before looking back at her screen, “Just didn’t expect to get any messages. I thought the network would be overrun.”

It was already 11:47 pm on New Year’s Eve and when she had heard her phone chime, she had expected it to be an early celebratory message from someone who knew they’d be too excited to send one later. She’d already done the same, sending out messages to her whole class minus the three her parents had encouraged her to spend new year with. New Years was supposed to be spent with friends after all. It was why her parents had gone out with their own friends for the night.

Returning to her phone to reread the message before her, Marinette nibbled on her lip awkwardly as she scanned the screen.

Are you at home for new years? Luka x

She briefly wondered where he had gotten her number from before her common sense caught up to her and she realised that he must have asked Juleka, so he could contact her himself. Despite the text sounding perfectly innocent and friendly, Marinette felt her heart pick up its rhythm and risked a panicked look across the room to ensure no one else had noticed.

Yeah, I’m home. U?

She agonised for a few minutes before adding a kiss of her own on the end. Giving it one last glance to proofread, she quickly hit the send button before she could overthink any and every possible undertone of the message. The reply was fast and frustratingly cryptic.

Not quite 😉

She stared at the message for a minute or two. “What is that supposed to mean?” she eventually asked aloud.

“Marinette! Quick! It’s the countdown!” Adrien shouted suddenly, full of endearing child-like excitement.

Dropping her phone in her haste, she dashed across to her friends, Alya’s arm slinging over her shoulder as they began to chant.

“5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Joyeuse année!”

Fireworks exploded in the skies over the bakery and Marinette found herself jumping on the spot with her best friend before launching herself at her for a hug. Nino soon tapped her on the shoulder and tilted his head towards Alya, a silent request to kidnap his girlfriend away from her which she quickly complied with.

There was a moment of brief awkwardness when she realised why and turned away from their public display that they were attempting to pass off as a simple new year’s kiss. As she did, her eyes met Adrien’s and they both blushed profusely as they tried to work out how to broach the topic of the same tradition.

“Um, we don’t have to-”

“Would you like to-?”

They both gave a small chuckle before Adrien placed a gentle peck against her cheek.

“Happy new year, Marinette.”

Marinette simply stared, cheeks darkening further as she slipped into another of her fantasies. Adrien had kissed her. Just on the cheek, but still -he had kissed her! Maybe he’d lean back in and they’d share a far more intimate moment?

She sighed deeply and might have remained frozen there forever, eyes glassy and Adrien beginning to worry that she had zoned out, but it was at that exact moment that the doorbell rang, and she shook herself free long enough to furrow her brow in confusion.

“Is that your parents?” Nino asked.

“It’s far too early,” she said, opening the door and turning to make her way to the downstairs entrance. She had locked up earlier and no one would have been able to make it up to the front room like normal, so she’d have to traipse down to let whoever it was inside, “And they have keys.”

Bounding down to the door quickly, she took a quick glance through the marbled glass and took in the view of dark hair ending in obviously teal tips. Wait, it couldn’t be? Could it?

She flung the door open so swiftly it almost bounced off the wall and only her quick reaction time saved her having to explain a dent in the plaster to her parents later. “Luka?” she gasped.

“Hi,” he said, standing before her, a bottle of something amber coloured in one hand and a simple wave coming from the other. “Can I come in?”

“Of course!” She stepped back for him to enter, closing and locking the door again once he was inside before leading him up the stairs to the front room.

As they made their way up in a strangely comfortable silence, Marinette eyes were drawn to Luka’s outfit. He wasn’t dressed unusually for him -just jeans and a t-shirt- but the writing across his chest caught her attention. It was hard to get a good look without openly staring but she was pretty sure the words weren’t French, and it was frustrating her that the cursive font made it difficult to tell.

They quickly made their way into the living room, alerting the others to their presence when the door clicked closed behind them. “Look who I found,” she announced, as the others ceased their dancing.

“Luka?” shouted Alya, her eyes flicking towards Adrien briefly before she moved forward and enveloped him in a hug, giving Marinette a pointed look over his shoulder.

“Nice T-shirt dude,” Nino said after she had pulled back, his face equally confused looking as Marinette had felt when she had tried to decipher it. “What does it say?”

“Oh. It’s English,” Luka said, “or rather Scots. It says, ‘Happy Hogmanay.’”

“Hogmanay?” Marinette asked.

“Oh, wait a minute!” Adrien suddenly burst out, “That’s the Scottish flag in the background isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Well spotted.” He turned to face Marinette. “Hogmanay is what we call New Year’s Eve in Scotland. Just like it’s called La Saint-Sylvestre here.”

“So, you’re actually from Scotland too, not just your maman?” Alya asked.

“I was born there. Maman brought us over here just before Juleka came along.” He smiled softly and Marinette’s tongue suddenly felt far too large for her mouth. “She’s determined to make sure we remember everything she can tell us about Scotland.”

Marinette had almost forgotten about the bottle he was carrying until he lifted it, passing it over to her and placing his hand over hers as she reached out for it.

“Here. For you and your family. Guests too,” he said, glancing at the others.

“Oh no! I c-can’t accept-” She cut off unexpectedly at the sound of his gentle laugh once again, a soft sound that made her feel like she had swaddled herself in a fleece blanket -fluffy and warm and impossibly comfortable.

It’s Scottish tradition Ma-ma-marinette,” he chuckled, “I’m your First Footer. I was the first foot to come in over the threshold after midnight. I have to bring you a gift.”

Glancing down at the amber liquid, she noted with a little uncertainty that it was Whisky. Real Scottish Whisky too, from the look of the label. That was kind of…intimidating actually.

“You’re meant to pour out a small shot into a glass and sip it straight -it’s called a dram,” Luka was telling Adrien who was peering over her shoulder at the bottle for a look of his own, “but it can be too strong if you’re not used to it. I take mine with water and ice.”

Feeling her face heat up from the proximity of the only two boys to have ever set her heart compass spinning, Marinette quickly moved away to get glasses for everyone, struggling at first to reach the ones furthest back on the top shelf until Adrien leaned over to help. His chest brushed her back as he did so, and she had to force down a squeak at the contact.

Dashing to the counter, she attempted to pour out small measures of the precious liquid but soon found her hands shaking to do much more than splash the liquid towards the glasses, almost coating the counter while she tried. Luka reached out and steadied her hand helping her to pour first the whisky before topping up one with water from the jug in the fridge to show them all how much to add.

“You should all try it straight first. Just to see what you think,” he said whilst Marinette tried to regain the strength in her knees.

He smirked then began to laugh as they all made a unique assortment of faces at the taste of the strong liquor before adding water and ice, making it only marginally more palatable for them.

The fun of the night continued again soon enough and the longer it went on, the more Marinette seemed to relax – most likely aided by the glass of whisky and multiple glasses of champagne she had drunk.

Turns were taken dancing with one another to the music playing from the TV and anecdotes were shared. Nino became disgruntled for a while when Marinette told a particularly embarrassing story about him tearing his jeans in école and attempting to hide it with his coat tied around his waist until someone had grabbed it from him, but he soon warmed up again when Marinette squawked at his threats to tell everyone of her own childhood adventures.

Luka even convinced them all to attempt singing Auld Lang Syne, something which failed so hopelessly that the girls collapsed to the floor in giggles while the boys attempted to continue with the dancing. Their circle was far too small to allow them to move in and out and Nino kept uncrossing his arms as he tried to concentrate on the lyrics.

“This isn’t fair!” he snickered when the boys too finally gave up, tipsy and slumping to the ground in fits of laughter, “I’m good at English! Some of these words are made up, I’m sure of it.”

“They’re Scots, not English,” Luka explained, scooting across the floor on his knees to sit on Marinette’s right, “There’s Scots, there’s English and there’s Scottish-English. And I haven’t even mentioned Gaelic yet.” He burst out a snort of laughter when Nino flopped onto his back with a grumble.

“So, what does Auld Lang Syne mean then?” Adrien asked from Marinette’s other side, making the girl jump at his sudden appearance.

“Old long ago. Basically, it means ‘the good old days.’”

“Hey! Describe me in Scots!” Adrien said leaning his chin on Marinette’ shoulder and speaking with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm for a boy who didn’t realise the girl beside him was slowly combusting where she sat.

Luka watched him for a second as he thought before finally- “Bricht easy chuffed. It means you’re excitable,” he snickered.

“What about Nino?” Alya asked watching her boyfriend purse his lips from his spot on the floor next to her before losing her balance and slumping down beside him.

“Leave me out of this!” he complained before rolling over to snuggle into Alya’s side.

“He’s definitely crabbit,” Luka said with a teasing smirk. “Grumpy.”

“And me? And Marinette?” Alya’s slurred and muffled voice asked from Nino’s shoulder.

“Well, right now you’re steaming, blootert, pissed. And puggelt” He hadn’t dropped that smirk. “Drunk and tired.” He only received a soft snore in reply and turned back to where Marinette sat beside him, Adrien also starting to doze lightly on her shoulder.

The sensation of his breath on her neck combined with the intense look Luka was giving her, she began to wonder if a person could actually melt into a puddle, and if they could, would Adrien notice that his pillow had disappeared before or after she started to evaporate from the heat in her face?

“As for Marinette,” Luka said, glancing at the half-asleep boy on her other side before his eyes found hers again, holding her gaze, “I don’t think I’m the only one here who thinks she’s an extremely bonnie lass.”