#dunno just random thoughts triggered by music

[saltysatellite804]

Thinking of Aizen's obsession with divinity. Most Soul Reapers do not seem to care about how active a higher power is in their lives, but Aizen has concluded that the world craves a more active higher power. One could argue there is projection in that. What prayer of his was never answered?

[desolatecure]

Eddie shows up unannounced at Steve’s house, not expecting to find a little boy stood in his place. Figuratively.

Age regressor Steve, pure fluff ´ˎ˗

—kink regressors dni

(this is a repost off my twitter page so the format is wacky)

For Steve, it was just one of /those/ days. He didn’t know what they were and it seemingly happened at random, like he couldn’t control it.

Sometimes certain things trigger him, though. Like the time he opened a music box and a lullaby sang softly out of it, sending him into a strange headspace where he felt 10x younger than he really is.

Vulnerable in a thrift shop with only Robin to confide in.

Today, however, he had made himself comfortable on the couch after flipping the tv on and finding that the channel selected had been the kids channel, and as it flickered to life he heard the theme of scooby-doo ring out.

He was too comfortable to change it, finding himself immersed in the show, giggling along to it and curling up more on the couch as he chewed on the edge of his blanket.

When the doorbell rang, Steve jumped and the blanket slipped from his mouth as he sat up.

“Stevie! You home? I can see your car, man.” Eddie’s voice made Steve gasp and shoot up off the couch, racing to the foyer.

“Eddie!” Steve swung the door open, blanket wrapped around his shoulders, nearly slipping on the shiny floors with his socked feet.

“Oh- hey, sorry. Didn’t call before I came, I know. Dreadful etiquette.” Eddie chuckles, stepping into the house as Steve shuts the door behind him.

“You up for a smoke? Brought a six-pack too.” Eddie holds up the case of beer and grins.

The grin falters when he looks back at Steve’s face, eyes wide like he has no idea what Eddie’s talking about. “Whuh- huh?” Eddie frowns as he walks into the kitchen, Steve following in tow.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

Steve nods and giggles in response. “Like when you say that.” Eddie’s eyes widen, then he furrows his brows, leaning against the counter.

“How old are you feeling, Stevie?” Steve just sits at the kitchen bench and sways his feet, thinking about it.

“Dunno… maybe..” Steve bites his lip and his face scrunches up as he counts on his fingers, holding up 4 of them, then 3, then back to 4. “Dunno, sorry.”

Eddie nods, face twisted in thought. “It’s alright, that’s good. Thank you for telling me, baby.”

Steve’s face lights up and Eddie smiles, ruffling his hair. Steve squeaks, batting his hands away with a pout. “Don’t touch my hair!”

Eddie snorts, holding his hands up in surrender. “I see you’re still a little Princess about your hair. Alright, have you eaten?”

Steve thinks for a second, glancing behind him towards the loungeroom. “Uhm.. yeah.” Eddie raises an eyebrow, taking one step towards the room before Steve’s giggling and standing up, pushing Eddie back and further away from the loungeroom.

“No, Eddie! Don’t look! Not for you!” Eddie can’t help but grin at the happy, carefree look on Steve’s face and he laughs with him.

“What are you hiding in there, huh?” Eddie pushes past Steve and jogs over to the loungeroom and gasps dramatically.

“Steven!”

“You’re hoarding chocolate bars, so naughty!” Eddie laughs breathily, as he walks up to the coffee table, taking in Steves little setup.

There are 2 wrappers littering the table, 3 unopened and one opened bar laying lonely on the couch where it looks like Steve was sitting.

“Is this all you’ve eaten, bub?” At Steve’s silence, Eddie turns around and his heart aches at the sight.

Steve standing nervously in the threshold, eyes bubbling with tears as he chews his thumb, seeking out some kind of comfort.

“Woah- hey, Stevie- What happened?”

Steve’s breath shudders and his lip wobbles, everything about the sight makes Eddie’s heart break in two.

“Didn’t mean to- I swear-” Eddie frowns, rushing over to Steve, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks.

“Baby! Sweetie, it’s okay. You’re okay, don’t even worry about it.”

“Jus’ don’ know how to cook very well..” Steve sniffles, rubbing his eyes with his fists and Eddie gently scolds him for it, pulling his hands away. “Please don’ call me that, though. Hate it.”

“Oh, baby,” Eddie sighs, “Which one?”

“ ‘Teven… Only get called that when m’naughty.”

Eddie pets Steve’s hair, leaning to place a kiss on the top of his head. “I’m sorry, honey. Thank you for telling me though, look how good you are!”

Steve giggles a little, pushing Eddie’s hand away from his head.

“Say… Let’s get your tummy full before you go back and watch… scooby-doo?”

“Scooby-doo!” Steve perks up and tries running back into the loungeroom, eager and excited.

Eddie catches him and wraps his arms around Steve’s waist before he can escape, laughing and dragging him back.

“Nuh-uh. Come on, silly boy. If you behave we’ll order pizza.” Steve gasps and squeezes out of Eddie’s hold, rushing into the kitchen.

He rummages through the pamphlets of all the restursnts and waves the pizzeria’s number in Eddie’s face.

“Please! Jus’ cheese?” Steve smiles at Eddie and he can’t even think about saying no to him.

“Of course little man. You wanna sit sit on the counter and listen?”

Steve grins excitedly and turns, trying to hop up on the counter but Eddie reaches and grabs his waist, guiding him up. “There you go, good. Sit still.”

Eddie calls up the pizza place, smiling and silently giggling at Steve who’s making silly faces at him. He cups Steve’s cheek as he’s speaking into the phone and strokes it with his thumb.

When Steve starts babbling randomly, swinging his feet and giggling at random things Eddie has to hold back an amused laugh, instead he covers the speaker, bringing his finger to his lips.

“Shhh, baby. Just for a minute.” He whispers.

“Okay!” Steve whispers back, very loudly, but he’s got the spirit and that’s what counts.

When the phone call ends, Eddie pats Steve’s thigh and helps him off the counter.

“Let’s go cuddle up on the couch and wait until the pizza gets here, yeah baby?” Eddie takes Steve’s hand and Steve brings Eddie’s finger to his mouth, biting lightly. “Gonna have to get you a chew toy, huh?”

“A what-wha?”

Eddie snorts, quickly filling a water bottle and guiding Steve back over to the loungeroom.

“Sit down there. What do you wanna watch, bub?” He sorts through the accumulation of tapes under the tv cabinet, holding them up so Steve can see.

“Hm… yogi bear?” Steve frowns, and looks at Eddie for confirmation.

Eddie just grins and shoved the tape in the player and sits on the couch. “Good choice, you’re so perfect. My perfect boy.”

Steve smiles contentedly and leans into Eddie, wrapping an arm around his middle, head resting on his shoulder. “Like you s’much, Eds.”

“You’re so cute.” Eddie sighs, pushing Steve’s hair back off his forehead, placing a kiss there.

“I like you too.”

[liliansun]

ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU : 05 : determined to do so (1.4k)

w. mentions of alcohol, kissing

After putting the car in park, you and the four other girls that sandwiched themselves in the back of your car all scurried out and tried your best to smooth out the outfits you chose for the night. “Are you girls ready to shake some ass for some cash?” Mal’s sudden outburst caused a chain effect from you and your friends. “How about we don’t shake ass for cash and go find jun.” Linking arms with joy, who was visibly nervous, you and the girls headed towards the two doors that housed too many people and blaring music that could be heard from outside.

As you push the doors open, Renjun immediately greets you all with a slightly intoxicated smile. “My favorite girls, you made it!” The tone of his voice was enough to tell you all he had a few shots before you arrived. Your eyes didn’t linger long on your friend, spotting a taller and equally nervous looking man behind him. “Hey Mark.” He stepped aside from his friend, smiling at you all while his eyes tended to linger on the girl beside you. “Hey y/n, hey joy.” Smiling from ear to ear, she waved at him in response. “Why don’t you two go get a drink and the four of us will meet up later.” Mal gave joy a slight push towards Mark, earning giggles from Sal and Neowa.

“Shall we?” Renjun offered you his arm to which you gladly took as Neowa and Mal locked arms and followed behind you and Renjun. He led you through the crowd of bodies and somehow managed to safely get you all into the kitchen. “Feel free to get a drink, but watch the punch, Haechan spiked it.” Nodding, you made a mental note to eye the punch that whoever he was referring to made. Mal and Neowa unlocked arms to start pouring their own drinks. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Renjun’s cheeks were a light shade of pink as he laughed into you. “Jun, I just got here, but I am enjoying it so far.” Something clicked in his head which triggered even more laughs from him. “You’re right, I’m sorry I think I had a few shots when we texted.”

“It’s okay bubs, you need to let loose.” Laughing, the two of you snickered against each other before Mal offered you the cup she poured for you. “To the party party yeah crew!” Renjun picked up a random cup off the counter and cheered with the three of you, downing whatever was in his cup. Mal and Neowa shared an equal expression to yours as you too downed the liquid, scrunching up your nose at the bitter sweet taste. “Good gravy, what was that?”

“Dunno, but I’m gonna go get another.” Neowa maneuvered herself through the kitchen and off to go get another drink while two boys approached you. “Renjun, Jeno and Jaemin are betting on the next game, you coming?” Renjun’s glossy eyes light up, but his lip puckered out when he turned to you. “I don’t wanna leave you here.”

“I’m not gonna be alone jun, I have mal—“

Just as you turned your head, Mal was too nowhere to be seen. What friends they are, am I right? “Don’t worry about me, go bet on your ping pong game.”

“Actually it’s beer pong—never mind.” The boy walked away to which Renjun followed before shouting out to you something along the lines of ‘don’t go anywhere’. Letting out a sigh, you shift around the kitchen before finding yourself a cheap beer to keep you company. The kitchen area started to get packed and you weren’t feeling comfortable being alone in a sea of strangers, urging you to find somewhere with a bit more breathing space.

Your first thought was to go upstairs, which you did all while trying to avoid being danced on in the process. It seemed pretty successful as you got sight of the staircase. Following up the steps, you try to think of where exactly the top balcony could be, remembering seeing it when you pulled up. People are coming in and out of rooms you’re confident that don’t belong to them, brushing past you with giggles and flushed cheeks as they rush down the stairs. It doesn’t take you long till you find yourself facing the doors to one step of fresh air.

Pushing them forward, you step out and feel the breeze brush against your exposed skin. Somehow you missed the fact that there was someone already out here, leaning against the railing. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see anyone out here—“

He turned his head, just as shocked as you are to see someone else out here. “No, no it’s okay, I just came to clear my head.” Nodding, your eyes stay glued to your feet as you contemplate leaving or standing by the door like a guard. “You can come over, I don’t bite.” The playfulness in his voice was inviting, taking a few steps toward him you find yourself leaning against the railing beside him. “Rough night?”

Letting out a laugh, you shake your head. “Actually no, I just got here and all my friends left before I got a second drink in.” He too laughed, a sound that you could’ve sworn was music to angels. “I understand, my friends all left me for girls or beer pong.”

“It be like that sometimes.” The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, occasionally sneaking glances at each other when the other isn't looking. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” He looked taken aback, studying your face with seriousness after your confession. “I don’t think I’ve seen you either, if I had I definitely would’ve remembered someone as beautiful as you.”

Laughing, you lean forward a little and watch the people below do various things like make out on the ground or trade illegal substances you don’t want to know about. “Does that line work on all the girls?” He laughs, a wholehearted laugh that brings a smile to your lips. “Never used it before actually, did it work?” The laughter doesn’t seem to end as you nod with giggles coming out. He seems content, smiling to himself as he looks out at the skyline. “I’m y/n by the way, in case you want to put a name to the pickup line you just used.” Turning to face you, you’re surprised to see how focused he is looking at you right now. He takes in a breath, about to say something before he hesitates.

“I’m hyuck.” You mumble the name under your breath, letting it savor in your mind for when you hope to see him again. He, unbeknownst to you, is smiling at the way his nickname rolled off your tongue. “I know this is sudden and I can assure you I haven’t had enough drinks to be this confident, but can I kiss you y/n?” Warmth flooded your cheeks when you looked up and saw how close he had gotten. Usually, this would be the part where you leave him hanging, running back down the stairs to find your friends and avoid him as much as possible. Something about the way he made you feel and how deeply he was looking into your eyes threw all that in the trash and your nod gave him the clear.

Leaning in, he slowly pressed his lips against yours in attempts to savor this moment while it lasted. He wasn’t exactly sure why he felt the need to kiss you so badly, but the urge to pull you in was undeniable. His lips were soft and you could feel his hand hesitating by your arm. You wanted to reach out, to touch him and to bring him against you in hopes the kiss wouldn’t end. Just as your hand shakily reached out for him, the sound of laughter and the doors opening made you both pull apart immediately.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry bro, my bad.” A boy who was stumbling over his own feet immediately retreated with the girl he had clinging into him. Your cheeks were fiery, bringing your hand to your lips while the feeling of his still lingered. “I, uhm, I should go find my friends.” Scurrying off, you left him standing there on the balcony with too many questions and very few answers. All he had was your name and the blueprint of your face in his mind, no number, no social media handles, nothing. Usually this wouldn’t have bothered him, but his heart was telling him he needed to find you again and he was determined to do so.

summary : college was enough to deal with, barely passing classes and struggling to keep up with what was going on in each was a daily struggle. not having time to catch someone’s eye was fine with you, that was until you met him. there was something about him that was enchanting, so you went out to find him, hoping you kept him up the same way he did you.

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[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

intro™

Hello, populous! You can call me Havoc! I am 18 and I do art, sometimes other things too. Those said other things being random rambles and character analyses, music (currently on hiatus cus I yearn to improve my craft), and on vary rare occasions, silly videos! heir_in_a_froggy_chair on AO3 Very new to the site so I don't have much there I'm working on it though ;-; No NSFW going on here! Just the occasional drawing with some blood, slight gore, and maybe just the occasional swimsuit or boob window! The bloody stuff will be tagged with content warnings as well so no worries :] Try my best to put image descriptions on all my art posts or posts with images! Older posts don't have these, though, one day, I will get the willpower to go and fix those! Also, just a friendly reminder to not get parasocial or anything. Good to keep the good, social media etiquette! Just here to post my silly little stuff and gush about Danganronpa characters. Nothing serious :)

Schedule (or lack there of)

It's pending. I dunno know anymore T-T Try to post everyday at least so I suppose the thought counts!

Time zone

UTC Eastern Time (U.S.) That's what my computer says so I will trust that cus I wasn't taught time zone word stuff in America and have no clue what those letters mean at the time of me updating this so I know have this on my intro page ^v^

Main thing I will post about

Danganronpa Specifically just fully into Trigger Happy Havoc and mostly just content of Byakuya with a good dose of Makoto and Kyoko in there Happy to draw other Danganropa characters from the other games if asked or whenever I randomly get inspired :D

Other Content I'll post randomly/ other things I enjoy

The Stanley Parable Ace Attorney Sonic the Hedgehog Five Nights at Freddy's Dragon Ball Z Sam & Max Undertale Deltarune

Pseudo Mini-Series of Varying Quality

- Togami Headcanons series - Text Sector - The Petition Series - Naegami Talk - Vid's I've made - Heir Energy: A music series (ON HIATUS) - The Naegamigiri Rambles

Danganronpa AU's that I have but still haven't updated in a while at the time of this new, intro edit

Danganronpa Overgrowth Kiddieronpa The Survivor's Guide

Havoc's Gamer Rambles

posts where I ramble about playing games (specifically just the danganronpa games cus I mean, this is moslty a danganronpa blog so... yeah!!) current game: Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc

[mayarsh]

@fantasythetrashywriter SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETE YOUR ASK. I'll answer it here, sorry, pal..

What is your nickname?

Maya, but feel free to give me your own nickname ;)

When is your birthday?

9 May

What was your longest relationship?

Errr, i never date anyone so, with my parents, ig

What is your favorite book?

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, Black Butler series by Yana Toboso, and all of Dazai Osamu's works.

What is something you're insecure about?

How fragile my body is. But overall, i'm pretty grateful at myself ^^

5 Female celebrity crushes

None, it's hard for me to get a crush at anyone i barely know

5 Male celebrity crushes

Well, i do had a crush on my best friend but, he's not a celebrity. Soo, none at all :)

What is your dream job?

ANIMATOR 🗣️🔥🔥🔥

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

Accidentally created the most toxic relationship that somehow complements each other between my ocs.

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

Nobody in my school would believe that i'm not the 'obedient and genius' kid. Like, what the hell???

I tried expressing them my true side, stopped acting and just being myself but everyone just goes, "You've change because you played with X. You're not the one i've known anymore". Golly... Looks like they prefer to see me keep pretending.

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

My mental health keeps getting better, yipeee! My ptsd didn't get triggered much often, yay =w= ♪

But, my friends will soon graduate. I know i should be happy for them, but i can't help but feel sad knowing they'll leave :"<

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

I'd love to visit Japan and see the blooming sakura with my own eyes. But for now, i really want to visit a library and a bookstore, which my small town didn't have TwT

How do you de-stress?

Listening music, watching my favourite vtuber's streams, and opening tumblr

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

Errr, maybe Youtube, Magia Record, or Pokemon Unite 😅

Describe yourself in one sentence.

No thought, my head filled with ocs

What do you think makes you attractive?

My skill at gaming, lmao

Or how much i cared about others, ig

What is something you're really good at?

I've answered it here

What is something you're really bad at?

Any physical activities and memorizing things

A time that you told a lie.

I despise lying, but being honest all the time will get you into much troubles. So if it's necessary, i only tell half-truth.

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

For the random fact, if you're a japanese student and someone puts a flower on your desk, that means they're wishing for your demise because putting flower on someone's desk is a way to honour that desk owner's death

And for the useless fact, with or without seatbelt, you'll die in a car crash

I just think that's interesting, thx goodness i'm not a japanese student or owning a car :)

Who knows you the best?

Few of my close friends. I feel safe near them and they accept me for who i am :"D

What is your most prized possession?

N & Zorua fastener accessory charm and a Zorua plushie i bought online!

(ps. I heard that the Zorua plushie came from an UFO catcher.. dunno what's that, but i bought the plush for 300k idr. I spend my lifesaving on that and never regret that decision, teehee >v<)

What is your longest friendship?

I befriended a boy since elementary and we're still best friend until this very second! Our friendship keeps getting better from time to time =w=

When did you first feel like an adult?

After finished my playthrough of Pokemon White and starts to see everything as shades of grays, metaphorically

Do you/ Have you played any sports?

Yeah. Though, i'm only good at chess

How are you feeling right now?

Kinda sick, but i'm fineee~♪/srs

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl for life!

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Maybe for some people that thing was true, but i find it hard to believe. Falling in love with someone you've just met?? Even without knowing them as a person???

How. Is. That. Possible!!???

Favorite song lyrics right now?

I've also answered it here

What does self care look like for you?

Doing things you love (even if it's your guilty pleasure)

Describe yourself with 3 singers.

Ado, Trickle, and Rachie

(ps. I want to add Kikuo, but then remember that he's not a singer, but a vocaloid producer. Oh my..)

What makes you nervous?

When standing on a stage and everyone satres at me and when thinking about my crush (the funny part is, when i'm near him, i didn't feel nervous at all, lol)

What’s a pet peeve you have?

Having trouble at understanding emotions and worrying too much about future.

What will always make you cry?

That one scene in Rebellion where Homura 'worships' Ultimate Madoka/Madokami. The way the Chiwa Saito delivers her line and the track Dream World being played in the background. It feels like experiencing it as Homura herself :"<

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people?

Uhh, dunno. Maybe the way i talk? Or how i look? I honestly don't know how to answer this one :"D

[endless-sketching]

I've only played "one night, hot springs" and I'm at the start of the second one, but I got all of the endings for it. So I wanna share my thoughts on this really lovely game.

Quick heads up: my impressions with visual novels are rather limited. Seeing how I only know about visual novels on a surface level and I've only played a small amount of them in the past. (I rambled a bit so feel free to skip this section and read what I thought about a year of springs)

The only ones I've that I've properly finished was Va11halla, Synergia, Slay the Princess, missed messages, You Left Me, Doki Doki Literature Club (original and DDLC+), Coffee Talk (only Episode 1), and If Found.

Technically Alter Ego, Alter Ego Complex, and Aznana count as visual novels but they're more idle games that progresses the visual novel story than proper visual novels. (would Smile for Me count as a visual novel? wait does Ghost Trick and Ace Attorney count??? oh god does that also means Helltaker counts????)

I listed all of them cuz I didn't think my list would be this long.

Aside from that, my impression of VNs are more gamified in a sense. That you'll have to fill up a bar with a certain character to progress or romance that character. To get the girl and all that. Actually, yeah now that I'm thinking about it, my only impressions of vns were romance vns.

Those felt more for people that wanna experience a more self insert type romance story. And with how they're usually done in a really fan service centric way. From just the jokes I've seen that were made of this type of game was enough for me to just not play vns all together.

Even with yuri vns like Kindred Spirits on the Roof, the presentation felt weirdly mediocre. It's not bad but I would've liked it a bit more if the artstyle was a bit more interesting or it had those fun limited animations that ace attorney has. Though I'm being rather unfair to this game since I haven't finished it yet. That and its plot would've been better suited as an anime or manga as far as I can remember it as. I dunno honestly, take all of what I've said about this game with a massive bucket of salt. Especially when I haven't fully played it beyond just the beginning.

The vns that I did stuck around to finish either had a fun visual or gimmick to them like Va11halla's diegetic manual music player, or stories that hook me like any of the other vns I mentioned.

I will admit that the way vns show their story is super hard for people to get into since it's basically a different way of reading a book to put it bluntly.

Ok I'm actually getting into the game that I wanted to talk about now.

I first heard of "One night, hot springs" through a random Twitter post of someone making fan art of the game. I wish I can find which one it is since I didn't even knew that Haru was a transwoman, the only thing I knew about it was "three women? Ah so it must be a cute yuri. It is cheap so I might as well buy it" and then it blindsided me with a genuinely sweet and super well written story with queer characters with zero compromises or any dumb wishy washy "erm acktually" and actually presents the reality of the situation for characters like Haru.

I love this game to bits because of how well done the routes are too. The game gives you the option to turn on a hint system where it'll give you 3 hearts on the top left to keep track of what dialogue option you should or shouldn't pick. I had it on to see how the game deals with this kind of system and see how certain routes are triggered. And I'm super suprised that you can get all of the game's endings (minus the bad ending) without losing any hearts. Which is a really big deal because it means you get to get these endings in more than one way. And it also shows that you don't compromise yourself with the world to get these endings.

See, you lose a heart when you choose to seclude yourself from the world. Like the choice you get after Haru finishes filling out the paperwork, be upfront and asks if there's any problems to the lady at the front desk and you don't lose any hearts. You actively see that when you pick options where Haru doesn't get to live as herself, she loses a heart.

But the fun part is how this doesn't entirely affects how you get the Manani or Erika endings.

The hint system cleverly points out how certain choices are just straight up bad or wrong. Like when you're talking to Erika about trans stuff and she unintentionally says a transphobic thing like "oh so a nickname for when you were a boy?" If you don't call this out, you lose a heart. But it doesn't lock you into a route. The only time you get any of the endings is if you lose all hearts before a certain point of the game or lose all hearts during one of the character specific routes OR chose specific dialogue options without losing any hearts.

It's an amazing message to tell to your players that living as yourself shouldn't be a compromise. You only hurt yourself if you're lying to yourself.

Words really can't fathom how much this story means to me by just doing this simple act alone.

I really can't wait to see what the other chapters are and where they're gonna take the story.

[stchttp00]

Drunk Stranger (Leah Williamson x Reader)

*not my gif

Leah Williamson x Reader

Summary: What do you do when a drunk stranger calls you in the middle of the night?

Warnings: Please don't interact if your under 18, alcohol, swear words, throw up, drunk Leah, if any of this triggers you please don't interact.

Words: 3.6k

Authors note at the bottom. Also sorry for mistakes english is not my first language.

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You honestly weren't expecting your phone to ring at 3 am on a Saturday morning. You had been peacefully sleeping since 10 pm, after a long day at work it was honestly the only thing that had been on your mind when you got home, after nicely declining your friends to go out with them you quickly made some pasta and headed to bed for a long night's sleep. Instead you were woken up at an ungodly hour of the morning because of your ringtone.

You groaned lowly and rolled over to check who was calling you at this time, rubbing your eyes to see a bit clearer you realized that it was just a random number, groaning again at the fact that this had just woken you up, you also thought about who was calling you, clearly it was an english number so the time is the same for them as it was for you. Maybe it was something important? Why else would they call? Deciding to choose the safe option over the unsafe you pick up the phone. 

“Hello? Who is this?” You asked groggily, trying to clear your throat a bit after. 

“Hi” A small hiccup was heard before seemingly the women on the other end continued to speak. “It’s- I’m Leah, uh, who are you?” 

A bit confused, you continued to speak. “Sorry, but why are you calling me, it’s 3 am. Do I know you Leah?”

You could hear faint music in the background from her end, also the clear heavy breathing coming from her.

“I don’t know, do you know me? I don’t think so, I’m- my phone has a low battery.” There was a small giggle from Leah’s end before she hiccuped again, the slurring in her voice should have given it away immediately, but you were honestly also running on low battery, so being fast to think wasn't what you were gonna do now. 

“Are you drunk?” You asked bluntly, almost immediately regretting yourself for asking such a question to a person you don’t know. Slapping yourself mentally you try to backtrack but before you can start to speak again the woman answers you. 

“Me? I’m not drunk, I just had likeee two drinks maybe, I don’t know. But I feel great.” Leah said, you could hear her moving around a bit, maybe she was in a bathroom? 

Deciding to ignore the fact that this woman was most likely wasted, you respond again. “Okay, well Leah, your name is right, go get one of your friends and get a taxi home or something, don’t call strangers in the middle of the night.” 

“I don’t have any friends here.” You crinkled your eyebrows a bit in confusion, who would go out completely alone? 

“Well, call one of your friends to come get you from wherever you are, sounds like a pub.” You said, wanting her to hurry up a bit, knowing she has a low battery. You probably should have hung up, but the fact this woman was alone with a low battery out in a pub was worrying you a bit, even though you don’t know her. 

“I don- wanna, they are sleeping, and I don’t wanna wake them.” Leah said, slurring over the line. You could hear her hiccup again, which is starting to become a more regular thing for her now. You chew a bit on your lower lip, starting to become a bit more worried for Leah, even though you don’t know her it was clear that something was going on in her head, and not just alcohol. 

“So who’s coming to pick you up then, Leah?” You asked. You wanted to know if she actually had a ride home, because everyone knows that a girl walking home alone at night is never something that’s been ideal, especially if she’s drunk. It’s a sad world but it’s also reality, and you knew that. 

“Umm, I dunno, maybe I'll just sleep on the street, I'm gonna go get another drink.” Leah said happily. You wondered if she was actually serious. 

“Wait, what bar or place are you at?” You knew the chances were slim of you even being close to her, but it was worth a shot. 

“Uh, Orleans, you know the one above Emirates Stadium the uh football Arena, I play football actually for Ars- Arsenal, I have played there…..” Leah’s rant fell deaf on your ears almost immediately after she mentioned the bar she was at. You knew that bar, you lived like 10 minutes from it. 

“How do you look like Leah?” You cut her rant off, you wanted to get at least a small picture of how she might look.

“What, um I’m blonde and I have brown pants, but I spilled some vodka on them before so maybe there's a stain on them.” At this point you had already decided that you were gonna drive there, she was alone, and by the sound of it not in the right state of mind at all. 

“Are you not wearing a shirt?” You asked, wanting to know as much as possible. 

“Yes” 

“Well what’s the color of it then.”

“It’s white, with some cool black patterns on it. Jordan got it for me.” Leah’s voice got a little quiet at the end of her sentence, then another hiccup came through the line. Choosing to ignore that she mentioned someone named Jordan, you start to throw on some clothes. 

“Stay there Leah, I’m coming down to the bar.” You say as you put the phone on speaker.

“Wait really, do you wanna drink with me? That’s so much fun we can pa-” That’s all you heard before the line went dead.

“Leah? Are you there?” You check your phone with confusion, then you realize her phone must've died.

“Fuck, okay.” You say to yourself before you grab your car keys and rush out the door to get to your car. 

As you start the engine to your car, you realize how stupid of a idea this really is. A random woman called you in the middle of the night, drunk, and now you are coming to the bar she’s at, to do what really, give her a ride home? But when you think of the situation she’s in, you give no second thought and start the drive towards the bar. 

Arriving at a bar in sweatpants and a sweatshirt was something you've never done before, you could feel a couple of eyes at you as you walked in, but honestly you couldn't care less right now. You were only there to find Leah. 

The bar is where you first notice her, or so you think. Blonde hair, brown pants and a white shirt with some cool plack patterns on it, that had to be her.  

Walking up to the woman in crime, you slowly tap her shoulder so you could see more of her face. “Leah?” 

The woman at the bar turns her head towards you, and god save you that had to be one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life. Piercing green eyes, small small freckles over her pale cheeks, nose sculptured like a- 

“Yes? Who are you, mate?” Her voice broke you out of your daydream, and the strong smell of alcohol that came with her breath, which set off the alarm clocks in your head again.

“You called me before, remember, we just talked on the phone before yours died.” You said, taking a small step back because of the strong smell of alcohol reeking off of her. Looking down towards her hand you notice the half drunk beer she’s holding. 

“Oh, yes the nice lady, my phone died, sorry uh, what was your name again, I can’t remember. I can get you a drink first wai-”

“No, Leah I don’t want a drink, and I think that should be the last one for you too.” You told her, you weren’t sure how this was gonna go but hopefully you could get her out of the bar, before she manages to get alcohol poisoning. 

“Nooo, don’t be a party pooper.” She whined, she swayed a bit at the stool she was sitting at, losing her balance, you took a hold of her shoulders as she fell into your chest. “Okayy, Leah, give me your address so I can get you home.”

“No, I don’t know you.” Leah said into your chest, you tried to push her away slightly but she had lingered her arms around you to keep you where you were standing, she was hugging you.

Before you could speak again you felt her slightly shake, her breathing coming a little bit more ragged. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, that is before you felt a little wetness damp your shirt, from where her face is. 

“Are you crying, Leah?” You asked, as you naturally started to rub her back slowly. 

“No.” Her response muffled by your chest. She was obviously lying but you didn’t wanna make her feel uncomfortable so you decided not to call her out on it again. 

“Okay, how about we go outside.” You suggested, hoping that you could maybe convince her to get out of this bar, away from all the alcohol.

“No.” Her response came once again, the wet spot on your shirt becoming more damp, you decided to try a different tactic. 

“Well Leah, I’m gonna go outside so either you stay her or you-”

“No, don’t go please, I don’t wanna be alone.” Leah whined into your shirt, her breathing becoming more erratic. 

“It’s okay, just come with me and get some air, alright?” This time Leah nodded and you smiled to yourself in victory. As you started to move you realized Leah wasn’t moving with you, so you put your hands in her armpits to help her up to her feet.

As you started to walk out Leah was leaning into you, as she was having trouble walking on her own feet. You held her around her waist to help her a bit to keep balance. 

“If we can’t go to your place, how about you crash at mine.” Honestly, you weren’t thinking before suggesting that, but what were you gonna do, really. 

“Really, are you-” A burp made it out of her mouth mid sentence, right into your face, you scrunched your nose up in disgust. But when you looked at Leah again you noticed she had started to laugh instead of crying now. Now you were just glad she was laughing instead of crying. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, I promise. Sometimes I burp a lot when I drink, it’s hones-”

“Leah it’s okay, my place?” Leah nodded at you, toppling over her own feet as you started to walk towards your car. The fact that she was slurring pretty heavily didn’t sit right with you. You had no idea how much she’s had to drink tonight, but definitely more than average. 

When you got to the car you helped Leah into the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt. Her head lulled a bit to the side as you closed the door. You thought that maybe she was gonna fall asleep, but when you sat down in the driver's seat she seemed to be wake as a day. 

Starting your car you notice Leah’s sharp intake of breath. “Tell me if you have to be sick, I really don’t want you to puke in my car.” 

“I’m not gonna be sick, I just feel a little dizzy.” Leah said, as you started the drive toward your home. You weren’t sure if you actually believed her on that, so you pressed down a little harder on the pedal. 

“So football, you mentioned earlier on the phone?” You thought that maybe talking to her would distract from whatever was going on in her head, so she doesnt start crying again. 

“Yes, actually um I play football, in Arsenal and for England. I am captain for England, that’s cool right, we wo- won the Euros this summer. Did you see when we won the Euros?.” Leah was stumbling over her words, but a small smile was evident on her face now. 

You had heard about the England ladies bringing it home this summer, football was honestly not something you took a lot of interest in, but it was still a pretty cool thing. You still had zero knowledge of the players though. “Yeah I heard, that’s pretty cool. So your job is playing football then?” 

“Yep, I work as a footballer. That was always my dream as a child, so many people know me now after the Euros. I almost have like 700 thousand followers on Instagram, I don’t know what to do.” 

“That sounds crazy, you must live a good life then.” 

“Everybody says that, but I’m always so sad.” Leah said, tears forming in her eyes again, her breathing picking up. You didn’t know what to say, everything just seemed to come back to whatever was making her sad. So you just placed your hand on her knee hoping that physical contact might calm her a bit. 

Nothing more was said on the ride back to your home. Leah’s breathing had slowed down after a while, so maybe your touch was helping a bit. When you arrived at your apartment, you stepped out of your car to help Leah out of the passenger seat. Somehow she was still awake, you’d thought she would fall asleep with how much alcohol she’s consumed. 

Getting Leah to her feet wasn’t that hard, she only stumbled a little bit. Noticing her starting to fidget on her feet and her face going a little red you worried that something was wrong again. 

“Are you okay?” You questioned.

“I really have to pee, like really really bad.” Leah stammered, grimacing a little as she presses her hand over her crotch. 

“Okay, come on then lean on me like you did before so you don’t fall over, hurry up.” Grabbing her around the waist again you start to walk towards the apartment, Leah putting almost all of her weight on you. 

As you got into the elevator Leah let go of you to grab a hold of the railing, groaning when the elevator started to move. “You good?” 

“I- I think I’m gonna pee myself.” Leah spoke with a desperate look on her face, starting to cross her legs over each other.

“No you're fine, look now we're almost there now.” You pushed her out of the elevator, and towards your apartment door. You weren’t really sure if you were tryna convince Leah or yourself. 

Fiddling with the key a bit, you finally got the door open. Pushing Leah inside she stumbled on the vase next to the door, making it fall to the floor and break, Leah gave you a half sheepish look.

“Sorry, I didn-”

“It’s okay, to the bathroom we go. Come on.”

Reaching the bathroom, you opened the door for Leah who half ran, half stumbled inside. You closed the door behind her and slid down the wall next to it with a sigh. This wasn’t how you expected your night to go. 

“Tell me if you need anything Leah.” 

Getting up on your feet again with a groan, you walk back halfway to sweep all the pieces of the vase that was now spread out all over the floor. 

Rubbing at your forehead before you start to sweep, you get lost in your thoughts. What were you doing? A random woman who randomly drunk called you in the middle of the night is now at your apartment. What were you even gonna say in the morning? There was not a big chance she was gonna remember any of this in the morning, she might panic. And apparently she is a famous footballer too. 

Before you can go any deeper into thought a shriek from the bathroom breaks you out of your daze. Dropping everything you're doing, you run towards the bathroom and swing the door open, to find Leah holding her shirt with clenched fists. “What’s going on, are you okay?”

“My shirt, my shirt, my- my shirt. It’s broken I-” Leah breaks out in a sob before she even can finish her sentence, the grip on her shirt tightening so much her knuckles are turning white. You notice the rip on the bottom of her shirt, it wasn’t particularly big but it was there. 

You stand there a little dumbfounded not really knowing what to do, that is until you see Leah starts to sway on her feet. That’s when you walk up to her and grab her waist to steady her, so she doesn't fall over.

“Just breathe Leah, let’s sit down so you don’t fall over okay.” You speak as you take Leah down to the bathroom floor with you. Naturally Leah leaned into your shoulder and put her arms around you, hugging you as you leant back on the wall for some support. “Leah it’s just a little rip it’s fixable, you need to breathe”

Leah sobbed even harder into your shoulder, you were sure your shirt was gonna be ruined by how much tears and snot you could feel on you. You tried to rub your hand on her back again like you had done before in the bar, but Leah sat up abruptly, her hands starting to claw and pulling at her shirt, trying to get it off. You looked at her with a confused face, not understanding what was going on. 

“Get it off, please I- I help me get it off, please.” Leah sobbed out in a pleading tone, still trying to get her shirt off with clumsy hands. Not wanting to make anything worse you quickly helped her out of the shirt so she was now bare with only a bra on, you threw the shirt on the floor next to you. 

Leah threw herself into you after her shirt was off, hugging you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. You had no idea what was going on but asking questions right now would be stupid so you decided to just hug her back, to try and give her some comfort. 

A long time passed before Leah’s sobs finally started to subside, your back was starting to ache and your whole body felt stiff, your shoulder was sticky from Leah’s tears and snot, but there was no way you were gonna move. You heard Leah hiccup, then burp straight afterwards. Worried now she actually might throw up you push her away from you as Leah groans at the sudden movement. 

Leah’s face and eyes were red with dried tears on her cheeks and hairs sticking to her sweaty forehead. Wiping at her runny nose she burps again, but this time she covers her mouth with her hand straight afterwards. That gives it away. 

“Okay, I don’t want you to puke on me so come on to the toilet.” You quickly get out before you help her to the toilet, thankful for already being in the bathroom. 

As soon as you opened the toilet lid Leah was emptying her stomach, the strong smell of puke was overtaking your senses as you started to hold her hair up. When Leah was finally done she laid her head on the toilet ring, her eyes closing as saliva was dropping from her mouth. Falling asleep on the toilet wasn’t ideal so you quickly took ahold of her to get her up on her feet 

“Leah, you can’t fall asleep here, come on.” You said trying to wake her up a bit more. 

“ ‘M cold.” Was all you got in response as Leah shivered a little, goosebumps covering her upper body. “Because you're not wearing a shirt, I’ll help you sit down on the couch then I'll grab you a sweatshirt, okay?” 

“M’kay.” Leah tiredly said, wiping at her mouth as you helped her to the living room, to the couch. 

“Don’t fall asleep until I get back, I’ll be fast I promise.” you said to her. You ran to your room as fast as you could then grabbed a hoodie for her, running back to give her as little time as possible to fall asleep. 

When you got back to the living room Leah’s head was hanging forward on her chest, you went up to her and pushed her head back, her eyes were half closed and there was a little bit of drool coming from her mouth, you shook her little as she whined a bit at the uncomfortable movement.

“Put your arms up so I can put the hoodie on you.” You said, as Leah did as she was told. You pulled the hoodie over head and onto her upper body. Seeing no point in taking her to a bed you just helped her lay down on the couch, getting her into a comfortable enough position to sleep in. 

After Leah finally was laying down, no more crying or puking, you sat down on the couch next to her with a sigh. Starting to think about your weird night, now weird morning you groaned a bit feeling a headache starting to make its way known. Before you could move off the couch to grab a glass of water Leah’s voice interrupted you. 

“What was your name again?” She mumbled out, realizing you never told her your name. You quickly respond. “It’s Y/N.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” After that, small snores were the only thing that could be heard from the woman on the couch. You looked at her with sympathy, then you groaned once again as the question hit you.

God, how was this gonna end up?

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A/N: Idk if anyone would want more of this cause I know I kinda left it on a cliffhanger, sorry. This also took me like 3 days to write cause im lazy so yeah, if you want a part 2 be aware. Thanks for reading.

[iwannawritelots]

Birthday Chaos

Originally written September 2021

Masterlist

Genre: fluff, family time

PLATONIC: Leviathan and Mammon

(genderless MC mentioned but not present)

(requested)

Trigger/content warnings: none

Headcanons/notes from the author: lol guess who found more old gems. this was written with Mammon having dyslexia.

Brief Blurb: Mammon wants to game with Levi to kick off his birthday.

The House of Lamentation wasn't prepared for the day that had creeped upon it... Mammon's birthday. The others hadn't forgotten about it, but Mammon was unpredictable most of the time. Especially with _____ gone, he was back to his weird random behaviors that were difficult to foresee. So one can only imagine Levi's surprise when Mammon burst into his room, excited and blabbering on about something he couldn't really understand. "Mammon! Jeez, knock, would you?" Levi pushed himself up onto his hands, glaring at his older brother. "I'm not even out of bed yet."

"It's not a bed, it's a tub."

"It calms me down, okay?" Levi, blanket still over his head, squirmed around to look at Mammon and pulled the blanket closer to his form. "What do you want anyways?"

Mammon smiled at him. "I wanted to spend time with ya!"

"No way, you're gonna do some money grubbing shtick."

"Aw c'mon Levi, ya got me all wrong." Mammon sat on the floor next to his brother's tub. "I just wanna game with ya."

Squinting, Levi flopped so he was sitting up on his butt. "Fine... but I don't wanna do any bets. You'll lose."

"Oh yeah!?"

"Mammon, you lose at everything."

Grumbling, Mammon crossed his arms and leaned his forehead on the bathtub edge. It was cool against his skin, making him relax a little. "What games are ya willin' to play with me?"

"Mm..." Levi looked at the ceiling, deep in thought. "Maybe... Ruri-chan Party?"

Mammon hummed. "I dunno, some of the mini games are too hard because of..." he trailed off, embarrassed of himself.

"Oh right, you're bad at that one."

"Sh-Shut up." Mammon pouted a little and crossed his arms. "It's just difficult to process some of the games, okay? Too many visuals..."

Huffing, Levi rolled his eyes. "Fine. Sorry." He got up, abandoning his blanket in the tub to go to his switch. "Lemme see... What about Starwing Valley?"

Mammon furrowed his eyebrows. "That farming game? I thought it was single player."

"Nah, I have two controllers now. We just couldn't use the split ones because of the game functions." He watched Mammon's face contort in confusion, not really getting it. "Um, anyways, we could play it together if you want."

A huge grin spread across Mammon's face. "Okay!" He joined Levi on the floor, excited to try a less visually stimulating game. "Is it difficult to control?"

"Not really, once you get the hang of it. The HUD buttons are opposite of Flycraft, though."

"Aw man, that's gonna confuse me." Mammon took the controller Levi handed him. "I'm excited though." He ignored the bewildered expression Levi was making, watching the tv instead as the menu loaded. "The music is pretty."

"Yeah!" Levi smiled and started a new multiplayer game, then quickly explained the character creation controls to Mammon, who halfway understood what he meant. "If you want me to help just say so."

"N-Nah I think I got it." Mammon squinted and made a weird face as he attempted to read the options. "Oh... will there be a lot of reading?"

Levi realized his brother was uncharacteristically upset, then suddenly connected why he was. "Shit, yeah... I can read it to you. It's not a big deal."

A couple tears rolled down Mammon's cheek, but he quickly wiped them away. "Y-Yeah, thanks, Levi."

"You don't need to cry."

"'m not cryin'." Mammon mumbled, fiddling with the thumbsticks on the controller. "It's just frustratin'."

Levi read out the options in the character creator, and helped him decide the multiplayer options. They finally got all set up and Mammon hit the start button, then Levi read out the old man's dialogue. "Is it money? Why'd he give us an envelope and tell us to wait to open it? It's money, right?" Levi groaned and read the letter during the cutscene where the protagonist opens it. "Wait, he left them the farm? That's why we're on a farm? That's so weird."

"Well if all he had was a farm what else would he give you?"

"He could sell the farm and give us money, duh. Can we sell the farm?"

"Mammon, the game is about farming. How are you gonna have a farming game without a farm?"

"You could farm money."

Levi sighed and gave up trying to explain to Mammon why he couldn't sell the farm. He continued to read the dialogue to him, smiling and relaxing a bit. Once Mammon had all of the starting dialogue read to him and the player slept, Levi helped him with the pause menu so he could join on split screen. "I'm gonna make my character, but I'll still read to you, okay?"

"Thanks..." Mammon mumbled, embarrassed. He made his character run around, then found the door that would lead him outside. "Oh my god, how am I supposed to make money? I'm so poor in this game!"

Levi laughed. "You have to farm."

"Then I'm gonna be the best farmer ever!"

[tobiosmilktea]

umpah umpah! smau

↪︎ bokuto x f!reader x iwaizumi

[008] — we meet again!

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a/n: i was listening to hozier while writing this which explains why both bokuto and iwaizumi is whipped for the mc ✨

asking if you were okay was a good question. really, it is—too bad you didn’t know the answer to that very question no matter how grossly interchangeable the words were tossed around and scrambled into nuances phrases. if anything, it made your mood turn even more sour as your two best friends tried their best to calm you down. keyword: tried

kaori was too busy dying of laughter as she would tease the glaring look on your face. “you’re going to pop a blood vessel, honey.” she snickered, holding her stomach as it ached under the constant tension.

meanwhile akaashi was still profusely apologizing beneath the latter’s amusement. a sigh left your lips for the umpteenth time in the span of five minutes as your arms braided over each other in frustration. “what the fuck are you trying to get at, keiji?”

a gasp practically escaped kaori as she slapped her hand over her mouth, “(y/n) used your first name, that’s how you now she’s pissed off.”

akaashi could only roll his eyes. it was to his best bet to ignore any of kaori’s quips as she’s known to escalate things just by the power of that witty brain of hers. “nothing!” the editor exclaimed as he turned back to you, “i just figured it wasn’t a big deal since you and bokuto both said you guys ended on good terms. besides, i warned you to check the list.”

“okay, but that doesn’t explain the fact that iwaizumi is here!” it was at this moment that you were glad the music was pumping loudly through the venue speakers to hide over your shouts.

“i told you they work for the same team, but i didn’t know they were friends until i saw who bokuto wanted to invite!”

you groan, “unbelievable.”

“i just don’t think you should let their presence ruin the rest of the night, (y/n).” akaashi mentions flatly.

“i agree,” kaori suddenly cuts in, “it’s your party, you could kick them out if you want.” she suggests with an impish tone and an expression laced in provocation.

“i’m not going to kick them out, kaori—” you’re interrupted then as she swiftly elbows you in the breast, “ouch! what was that for?”

 “sorry, i was aiming for your ribs not your titty.” she laughs briefly before motioning to a familiar figure making it’s way towards you three. perhaps it was his height that triggered a response in you to cause your heart to rapidly thump against your ribcage, but honestly, it was probably his spiked hair with white tips that was the perpetrator. “is that bokuto? oh fuck, he’s coming, act natural.”

great, you thought. you had to fight the urge to just walk away a leave, but you knew it wasn’t going to end well whatever you did. knowing your luck, you were going to stumble upon this man one way or another.

“akaashi, there you are!” bokuto calls out over the crowd, serpentining his way through groups of conversating individuals to reach his best friend. but in all honesty, akaashi knew what this guy was doing. bokuto didn’t listen to a word he said in his text messages as the volleyball player ended up coming over here either way just to talk to you.

you’re over (y/n) my ass, akaashi thinks to himself, feigning from rolling his eyes again because at this point, it was just a matter of time before everything came crashing down.

it almost felt like a target was on you, perhaps a red laser shining right in the middle of your forehead the moment bokuto flickered his attention to you. “(y/n)! it’s so nice seeing you again!”

you nod as an awkwardly smile melted on your expression, “it’s nice seeing you too, bokuto.” despite your meek demeanor, what you said certainly wasn’t a lie. you would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t miss bokuto and his warming aura. you suppose it was the sudden meeting that caused your fight or flight response to suddenly kick in.

bokuto’s eyebrows furrow slightly, “bokuto? what happened to calling me kou?”

as if the situation wasn’t already difficult being in, it was as if he flicked another match into the burning dumpster fire of a party. “well... we haven’t seen each other in years, so i thought it was appropriate.”

“ah...” his voice trailed on as a few beats of silence ensued.

“oh shit,” kaori suddenly curses under her breath as she nonchalantly spilled his drink all over her arm. “um, akaashi could you come and help me clean this off?” she asks in faux concern, not bothering to give the guy a chance to answer as she tugged him away.

you couldn’t help but feel a faint smirk forming on your lips as you watched the two disappear into the crowd. kaori was always good at acting herself out of awkward situations that you honestly had to applaud her. maybe later you would teasingly remind her to audition for the webtoon’s live action just to spite her. it was just a little mindless payback for leaving you alone with your ex-boyfriend.

your striking gazes met again as you turned your attention back towards bokuto. at first glance, he looked exactly the same as you last saw him—then again, the last time you did see bokuto was when you two decided to break up on the day before graduation, you couldn’t remember much of him as it was dark under the midnight sky as tears blurred your vision. even when things ended up mutual with no hard feelings, you still couldn’t help but feel a tug at your heart when you recalled the way bokuto looked at you then.

it was hard to sleep that night. 

it was a bizarre juxtaposition of comparing eighteen year old bokuto to him now. rather than appearing before you with messy hair and tears streaming down his face, he was beaming in some contagious lightheartedness. it was a feeling you never thought you would feel so nostalgic in as he still smelt like fresh chamomile. he was much bigger now, more buff as one would say and not to mention taller as well.

perhaps going professional really treated this man wonders as you had to admit how increasingly more attractive he has gotten.

“you look great, by the way.” bokuto says, pulling you out of your thoughts as you realize how long you have been staring.

“thanks...” god, this is awkward. this certainly wasn’t leaving a good impression on your part, “you don’t look too bad either.”

a red tint burned at the tips of bokuto’s ears as he scratched the nape of his neck like it was some kind of nervous tic. he usually doesn’t get nervous meeting people, new or old, yet there was something about the way you look at him even after all these years that would send his heart rate into the extremes. he hated how this all ended due to your differing aspirations. “congrats on having a successful webtoon. love cemetery is amazing and i’m obsessed if you couldn’t already tell.”

“i never really pinned you to be one of my biggest fanboys, you know.”

“i’ve always been your biggest fanboy,” bokuto assured with a smirk, “how about you, are you still my biggest fangirl?”

you playfully scoffed at his statement, “um...”

“um?” he pressed, finding the amusement in your eyes adorable.

“i dunno, i haven’t really kept up with volleyball after high school.” you chuckled, swirling the contents of your drink in your hand. “besides, i think you have enough fangirls drooling over you.”

“who needs all of them if i have you?”

you rolled your eyes as you took a sip from the alcohol in your hands. “you’re flirting again.”

“isn’t that the reason why you dated my in the first place?” bokuto jested, feeling the burning in his cheeks as he couldn’t stop smiling. this was progress to him knowing that this playful banter was enough to surely get you two to reconnect again.

you peered your eyes at him suspiciously, “you’re planning something, aren’t you?”

“you’re making it sound like i’m evil!”

“well, are you?”

“of course i’m not,” said bokuto, “i just wanted us to be friends again.”

“you’re kidding.”

he shook his head, “never in a million years.”

you weren’t sure if it was his words that made your chest feel warm or if it was the alcohol in your system. regardless, you refused to let bokuto affect you so easily in a span of a couple minutes even if you took your alcohol well.

“at least you weren’t kidding when you said you were going professional.” you hummed, leaning against one of the smaller round tables as you stared into the crowd. you were hoping bokuto would do the same, but he’d rather look at you than a congregation of random strangers.

“and you weren’t kidding either when you said you wanted to become an artist.”

“i mean, becoming a webtoon artist wasn’t exactly what i thought i was going to be, but i’m glad where i am now in life.” you answered as your eyes wandered the room.

“even without me in it?” god, what a flirt.

that infamous laugh of yours emitted from your cherry-colored lips. it was the type of laugh everyone found themselves attracted to and never annoyed, in fact, it was the laugh bokuto hadn’t even realized he missed so much until the moment it left you.

his mindless attempts at flirting was catching up to you now as you couldn’t fight the feeling of the heat rising to your cheeks. “well, you’re right in front of me aren’t you?”

“things are different know, though...”

“right but—” you tried to respond, but was inevitably interrupted by yuko.

she came up to you in a slight hurry, calling out your name before apologizing to bokuto. “sorry to cut your conversation so short, but i need (y/n) to come take care of something for me.”

confusion melted upon your expression as you turned to her, “we do?”

“we do,” she huffs.

“it’s alright,” bokuto says while motioning for you to follow suit of your manager. “let’s catch up more sometime, yeah?”

you smile at him, one that’s less mediocre and awkward and a bit more genuine. “of course,” was the last thing you could say before yuko yanked at your arm once again until you were in just another body in the crowd.

despite yuko’s hand firmly gripped around your wrist to ensure you wouldn’t get lost in the sea of people, it was difficult trying to focus at one thing at a time. at first it was the worry about your manager and her sudden interruption, but now it was trying your best not to spill your drink due to all the drunken bodies bumping into yours. were there really this many people on the invite list?

grumbling to your self, you threw your head back as you finished the last bits of drink in your hand while you were pulled through the crowd like a ragdoll. having to pay for a stranger’s dry cleaning due to a spilled drink was the last thing on your mind right now.

“what did you want me to help you with?” you shout over to your manager once she slowed down.

“nothing,” said yuko over her shoulder, “i was watching you and bokuto talk and you kept getting redder and redder i thought you were going to pass out.”

embarrassment flushed through, cheeks heating up again at the thought. “ugh, was it that obvious?” you groaned as your head fell from the utter humiliation that was coursing through your body at that moment—far too distracted that your humiliation could only worsen the moment you bumped into another.

“sorry, i wasn’t looking—” the apologetic tone in your voice subsided as your eyes flickered up to whoever’s chest it was up to a yet another familiar face.

“(y/n)?” he says.

“iwaizumi?” you say.

your names were jumbled up in unison just as much as your thoughts immediately dissipated into thin air. just my luck, huh? you swore you were dreaming. nothing in the absolute world could possibly make such a ironic turn of events as if you were in some melodrama yourself. call it fate or destiny, but bumping into both of your exes within a span of ten minutes was something you never would’ve wished upon yourself.

“it’s um... fancy meeting you here.” you start the second you flicker a look over to yuko as she could only give you a pitiful smile. “it’s been a while, right?”

regardless of the confident aura you were extruding right now, you were completely freaking out for the third time this evening. you knew today was going to affect you emotionally, but you wasn’t expecting it to be like this. you were expecting to get a bit emotional due to the fact your webtoon that you poured your absolute heart and soul into has come to an end and not because two attractive dudes from your past just coincidentally came back into your life.

and yet it didn’t matter, it wasn’t like iwaizumi could see through that little façade of false confidence in your expression as it felt like he was meeting you for the first time all over again. it fit all down to a tee from the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat to his breath hitching from the sight or to the infamous monarch butterflies tickling his gut.

“it’s nice to see you too, (y/n)...” his words trailed as you couldn’t help but notice how deeper his voice had gotten since the last time you’ve seen him. granted, he was fifteen back then and had a lot of time to grow up and become this absolute adonis.

iwaizumi certainly wasn’t planning on coming across you this evening either. if anything, you two both shared that internal panic when your eyes briefly met at the start of the party. however, he couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved knowing that in the end you two did manage to cross ways. he supposes that after seeing you and bokuto talk as if you two have known each other for years created an inkling feeling in his gut.

he hates the way you distracted him the majority of the night. it wasn’t like you two were on talking terms especially after years of not seeing each other, yet it felt strange for him to even let himself feel this way.

besides, iwaizumi felt absolutely terrible knowing satomi was trying her hardest to capture his lingering attention by making conversation about anything—literally anything.

anyone who had been friends with iwaizumi in the past know he’s an absolute sweetheart, but at the same time, he’s honest. he’s not the type to hesitate in telling someone the cold hard truth even if it meant hurting their feelings, yet whenever he would look at satomi, he couldn’t bring himself to say that he wasn’t interested in the conversation.

you cleared your throat, pulling iwaizumi back from his thoughts, “so... i heard that you became the new athletic trainer for the black jackals.” the man before you nods as he was stilling taking you all in. was he staring at you for that long? “i thought were living in california, why the sudden change of plans?”

iwaizumi shrugs as he took a sip of his beer, “i ended up getting a better job offer here, so i decided to move back. why? have you missed me?”

the moment those words left his lips, he immediately wanted to slap his hand over his mouth and cringe. why was he suddenly so flirtatious with you? was it because he saw you and bokuto flirting earlier, was that it?

you chuckled in amusement as you nod. you honestly weren’t going to lie that his words did catch you off guard for a second. something like this was definitely not in iwaizumi’s handbook his (more or less) complicated personality, yet you decided to play along anyway. “of course i have, iwa! i’m not soulless, you know.”

iwa? the man before thought to himself, what happened to haji? he shook the thought out of his as he opened his mouth in attempt to speak, but he noticed your attention leaving his and onto the person beside him.

satomi cleared her throat as she looks at him innocently, waiting for iwaizumi to introduce her to you.

“oh uh,” he motions his head to the team’s physical therapist next to him, “this is yahagi satomi, she’s my—”

“—date for this evening,” she cuts iwaizumi off and answers for him, catching him a bit off guard and confused, yet he doesn’t correct her. granted, satomi was his plus one so it made sense.

you purse your lips as you took in her features. she was a bit on the shorter side with her long copper hair pulled back into a sleek high ponytail as her bangs were styled perfectly to fit her face. semi was right, she is pretty. it was then you stuck your hand out for her to shake, feeling who cold her palm was compared to yours. “it’s nice to meet you. how long have you two been together?” you ask out of the blue.

i mean, what’s wrong with a little curiosity?

“oh no, we’re not together.” iwaizumi is quick to answer, not even noticing satomi’s slight change in expression when she parted her lips to answer herself. “she’s just my plus one because bokuto told us to.”

you nod at his words, trying your best to ignore the intravenous relief that was coursing through you at that moment. you realized how long you had been standing there then, failing to notice that yuko was still by your side the entire time. if anything, she was just trying to help you out once again as she could literally feel the rising tension in the air. if you were to talk to satomi any longer, it would surely go wrong knowing your luck. luckily, she spots sugawara’s silvery hair just a few feet away.

yuko wasn’t entirely sure how in the hell she was going to get his attention to save your asses, but it was going to happen one way or another. she was just glad you were too preoccupied talking to iwaizumi and satomi that yuko was able to text sugawara to come over.

she watched sugawara feel the buzzing of his phone in his pocket, observing his every move as he pulls it out and read the text as the screen light shined over his face. he looked up then, eyes scanning the room briefly before landing upon yuko’s familiar figure standing next to yours.

the manager widens to eyes a bit at him like a warning to come over here.

she wasn’t sure what was so hard to understand from the pure helplessness in her expression, but sugawara was taking his sweet ass time.

yuko grumbled to herself. at this point, perhaps she was just trying to save herself.

it was then sugawara was finally making his way over to you and yuko. “oh hey, iwaizumi! long time no see, sorry to interrupt but i need to borrow (y/n) and yuko for a second.”

you gave sugawara a confused look as it washed over your expression. again? ugh, give me a break. however, before you could excuse yourself from the conversation, iwaizumi grabs your upper arm lightly.

“(y/n),” he stops you in place, “we should catch up sometime.”

you open your mouth to respond, but sugawara interjects before you could. “why not catch up now?” he suggests, causing all four of you to snap your head towards him, “i’m sure i’ll just yuko’s help will be enough, plus (y/n) has tons of time to talk to more guests.”

the silver haired man gives you a sly wink before taking yuko with him and leaving you behind. great.

you honestly couldn’t excuse yourself now as it would be obvious why no matter how many excuses you come up with, so you had to power through. besides, what could go wrong with talking with your first love and some random girl that somehow gives you a weird vibe?

“so how do you guys know each other?” satomi questions you, suddenly interested in your relationship with iwaizumi. it sounds suspicious, yet she was genuinely wondering if she was attempting to make moves on someone like iwaizumi was a good idea.

“we went to middle and a little bit of high school together,” you answer as a matter-of-fact. there was surely no need to lie.

her eyebrows rise in curiosity, “that makes sense... you guys must have been really close, huh.”

you flickered a look to iwaizumi, examining his reaction if he was also noticing her off words. “yeah... really close.” his expression melted into confusion then as you placed your gaze back to satomi.

iwaizumi scratched the back of his neck as the words remained at the tip of his tongue. why weren’t you mentioning that you two dated before? it wasn’t like it was a crime nor secret. he hated to think this, but could it be because you regretted your relationship with him?

he shook the thought out of his head quickly. the obvious answer was no as the breakup was mutual, yet after all these years of drifting apart, was that really the truth?

if he recalled correctly, one of the last words you said to him before you inevitably left for tokyo and never looked back was that you love him and would always be there for him no matter what. you even promised to text him as much as possible, yet after months had passed since you moved to your new life, it was as if the promise was nonexistent. however, iwaizumi couldn’t bring himself to blame you. if anything, he had himself to blame considering how many times he had written that same text over and over again, yet never had the courage to send it.

“(y/n) had to move to tokyo after our first year so we kind of drifted.” iwaizumi answers. even now with the chance open for him to mention your previous relationship was out in the open, he was still do cowardly to say it.

perhaps somethings never change.

fun facts! —

iwaizumi wasn’t really keen on using social media back in high school, which explains why he never really found out about (y/n) and bokuto’s relationship

it wasn’t like (y/n) and bokuto liked posting about their relationship either at the time

satomi and bokuto have always been homies after they have gotten closer when bokuto injuredhis knee and had to go to physical therapy, but he never really talked about his past relationships, hence satomi not knowing about (y/n)

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[rogue-durin-16]

AN UNUSUAL YEAR (Part IV/V)

Summary: After having little to no interest on girls for five years, Fred suddenly feels the need to nag the shit out of a certain witch, completely oblivious to the reason behind it.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: fluff (+ enemies to lovers)

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Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: none

A/N: BOI IS THIS LOOONG. I knew this part would get a bit out of hand since I wanted to write all of this in the same chapter but still damn. Anyway, enjoy <3

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part V

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"You sure you don't wanna come to the ball?" I asked Mathilda, climbing down the dormitories' stairs.

"No, I'd rather stay..." Her mouth opened in agape when she saw me. "You look... Wow."

"Why, thank you." I replied, walking towards my best friend with a smile. "I'll probably be here before 10:00 pm." I assured her, squeezing her shoulders. "And we can gossip a bit."

"Already looking forward to it." Mathilda patted my hand with a chuckle. "Have fun, will you?"

I nodded and waved her goodbye before leaving the common room.

"Bloody hell, Y/l/n!" George, who as promised, had been waiting for me at the entrance of the dungeons, shamelessly though harmlessly, checked me out. "You clean up nice, huh?"

"Of course I do." I walked to meet him at his spot. "You don't look so bad yourself, Weasley." With his chin up and a proud smile, he offered me his arm, which I gladly took, and we headed off to the Great Hall.

A fairly big crowd had formed at the doors, mostly conformed by people who were waiting for their partner slash group, and some not-so-subtle gossips.

While I intended to go straight into the Hall, George tugged me away from the shortest path, claiming that he wanted to 'have an overall view'.

I reckoned he had something else in mind when we passed by Fred and Angelina, both immersed in their conversation until my friend caught a glimpse of us.

"Damn Y/n!" I held back George, who was playing dumb for some reason, and made my way to the couple. "You look SO good, doesn't she, Fred?" She nudged her partner, giving him a knowing grin.

"I guess you look nice." His nonchalant reply was accompanied with a shrug.

"She looks breathtaking, actually." George's correction left me staring at him speechless. "Just like Angelina."

Oh well. "Yeah" I agreed, clinging onto my partner's forearm, finally getting a vague idea of what was going on —not quite there yet, though. "Angelina, love, you look astonishing, right George?"

"Right." I could see my friend's cheeks reddening ever so slightly whilst making eye contact with George.

"Shall we go in?" I suggested, already heading to the gates.

FRED'S P.O.V

'Breathtaking' was the exact word I was thinking about when Angelina asked me about Y/n, and George knew it.

The girls probably didn't catch how my jaw dropped when I saw her, but my brother did.

He knew it.

"Go with her, yeah?" I requested to Angelina, gesturing at Y/n and at the Great Hall simultaneously. "George, can I have a word with you?"

He nodded and whispered "Go on, ladies." before walking to me. "What is it, Freddie?"

"What's your game?"

"I think I don't follow." The fact that he had the nerve to speak that blantant lie angered me more than I would ever admit.

"Why is she your date?"

"Why is she not your date?" He retorted, triggering a gasp from me, followed by a scoff. "You're not only completely oblivious, you're also a coward."

"Beg your pardon?" Was the only thing I could bring myself to say; I blamed the shock caused by my brother's nonsense.

"AND you stole my date." Oh, so this was about Angelina. "Now if you excuse me," he patted my back a couple times. "I'll go dance all night with MY absolutely breathtaking date."

"Have fun with Slytherin girl, Georgie." I replied, sprinting to reach him. "I'll go dance with our beautiful Angelina."

"Tosser." I could hear him say as I jogged into the Hall to reach the girls.

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READER'S P. O. V.

George probably wasn't the best dancer, but he clearly knew some moves, and made me want to stay on the dancefloor for a good couple of hours, having a great time.

That's one of the reasons why I decided to help him out.

"Oi!" He leaned on and I stood on my tiptoes, holding onto his forearms so I could speak directly into his ear. "Wanna dance with Angelina?"

"Maybe" He slightly pulled away and both our gazes spotted the girl, dancing madly with Fred. "Yeah! Yeah I do!" He shouted so I could hear him over the music, now that we were apart.

"Alright, come!" I tugged his hand and together we narrowed the already short distance between them and us.

The timing was perfect, almost as if it was meant to be like that; the moment we reached them a slow song started to play.

"Angelina, may I steal your date for a dance?" I requested, not waiting for Angelina's nod before letting go of George and tugging Fred's hand. "You can have mine." I spared my friend a teasing smile and a wink while I pulled her date away from George and her.

"Stealing me away, huh?" Once we were far enough, I spun around and held up one of his hands, his left one falling on my waist and my right one on his shoulder. "Eager to be near me again, Y/l/n?"

"So I'm not 'Slytherin girl' anymore?" I raised my eyebrows at him with a smirk on my face as we swayed.

"You heard that?" All from sudden he turned somehow self-conscious.

"This may come as a shock to you," I peeked over his shoulder to check on George and Angelina. "but you two are quite loud."

"I didn't mean it." His word had way more regret than necessary for something as stupid as what he was sort of apologizing for.

"I know." My eyes returned to his just in time for him to made me twirl and pulling me back to him, this time a bit closer than we were before. "Asking Angelina out was a shitty move." I pointed out.

"You won't believe me," he began, "But I completely forgot." I snorted. "I swear!" His eyes widened and both our mouths twisted into an amused smile. "She was near me when Ron asked me who I'd be taking, and I didn't think twice."

A soft, genuine laugh escaped my lips; one which made the boy in front of me smile.

"Is he pissed?"

"Earlier? Very. Now?" I gestured behind Fred, urging him to look at his twin brother, now kissing Angelina. "I don't think so, no."

This time it was his laugh that made a smile tug the corners of my mouth.

"You do look breathtaking." He spoke quietly, almost in a whisper. "Dunno why I didn't tell you earlier."

"Because you're a twit." He chuckled, shaking his head with his eyes fixed on our feet. "You look very handsome, though."

"I am very handsome." He corrected me, looking at me again, now with that damn smug face.

Out of every possible comeback, I chose the one that he expected the least. "Yes, you are." His cheeks turned mildly red and his grin fluttered; I counted it as a win.

"You're beautiful." He returned the compliment, after a moment of silence, to which I responded with a confident 'I know'. "So cocky."

"That makes the two of us." I pointed out.

Silence fell among us again. Comfortable silence, though, one that I could get used to.

Another twirl, another pull to stand even closer.

A small lean was enough for my head to rest against his chest. I blamed tiredness for the need to do that, but I didn't find anything to blame for the way his heart was pounding against his chest, nor for that strange feeling in my stomach.

As soon as he took a deep breath, we both eased into each other's arms, giving up the tension that our bodies had held.

We stayed like that for a while, until I looked around and realized most people had left, George and Angelina included; the dancefloor was now almost empty.

"I don't know what time is it," I spoke, letting my fingertips trace random patterns over his shoulder, dancing down to his chest.

"Me neither" he spoke, making me sway.

"I reckon this is the longest we've been together without jumping down each other's throats." I observed. "And it's probably the longest—"

My words died when, without any kind of warning, his lips landed on mines.

His right hand unconsciously gripped mine for an instant with such force, almost as if it was holding onto it for dear life.

Before I could even think about kissing him back, he retreated back to his previous position, offering me a smile I couldn't decipher accompanied by a wink that made him look relaxed an confident.

All façade, I thought to my self, as he said nothing —no teasing, no cracking jokes; he just kept slowdancing, his hands now more loose, seeming like he was prepared for me to run away; his gaze was also casted down and his cheeks flushing.

I would have teased him if it wasn't for the way I felt my own face burning.

I did let go of his hold, and he subtly stepped back, lowering his arms.

Just like me, he didn't have time to react when I pulled him down, cupping his cheeks for a proper kiss, which he returned instantly.

I felt both his hands on my hips as he leaned on, drawing me against him as close as he possibly could, while my hands left his cheeks to circle his neck.

All of a sudden I remembered that I needed to breath; I broke away, leading my hands to his shoulders, where I could feel how heavy his breathing was.

"What's just happened?" I mumbled, my eyes fluttering open to look into his.

"Dunno." He confessed. "Did you like it?"

"Very much." I replied instinctively, not bothering on thinking it through.

"Wicked." He muttered against my lips before going in for the third kiss, this one more heated.

With a hand on his chest i slightly pushed him away, scanning the place around us before asking, "Wanna go for a walk around the castle?"

"Please." His response was so immediate that we both had to chuckle at it.

"Wicked." I mocked, earning a playful push from him. I my fingers interlaced with his and I led the way.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

"Shhh!" I playfully shushed Y/n's giggles, loosely hugging her from behind with my lips pecking her shoulder as we went downstairs in the direction of her House. "You don't want us to get caught, do you?" I let go of her waist just when we found ourselves halfway through the corridor.

"Merlin's beard—" Y/n, who had turned to face me, widened her eyes at the sight of me under the dim lights of the dungeons. "You're a mess." She whispered between quiet laughs, raising her hands up to my face to try and remove some of the lipstick stains she had left all over me.

"Don't you dare laugh, woman." I feigned pain, only making her giggle more. "You made a mess out of me."

She held my chin and moved my face from side to side, checking if she had made it any better. "What am I supposed to do with your neck?" She huffed.

"Place a couple more kisses there?" I suggested with a smirk, fixing her hair as best as I could. "Or a bite, you choose."

"I'm serious." Her thumb gently rubbed the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Let them there for people to see." I was joking. My tone was playful. I didn't really mean it.

It was just a joke, right?

Her hands slid down my chest before leaving my body. "I'd rather not to." She replied absent-minded, making me realize that maybe I wasn't joking; maybe I wanted people to see— to know.

She didn't, though.

"Hey, everything's alright?" She questioned, concern making its way to her face when her eyes found mines.

"Of course." I replied— no, I lied. I lied to her and to myself. "Just tired."

"No wonder why." She laughed at her own innuendo, but the only thing she got out of me was an unenthusiastic half smile. "I'm gonna head back now." She added, probably sensing something wasn't right. "Get some sleep."

"I'll go have a shower." I informed her, stepping back in the stairs' direction without breaking eye contact.

"See you in a couple of hours." She responded, mirroring my moves, but towards her common room.

I nodded briefly before heading up to my own House, craving a cold shower to shake her voice off my mind and detach her touch and kisses from my skin.

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Chapter 35 - Not everyone fancies Jazz.

Episode 3. Dalton: *He laid down opposite Andy, observing him for a moment* I don't even remember how to be single any longer... which is ultimately the reason why I staid with her, which is nonsense, right? Andy: *He shrugged lightly* I dunno, it makes sense to me. You're used to the intimacy. Dalton: You'd think I wasn't any longer... it's been at least a year since I felt any real intimacy from her... I'm honestly extremely lonely *he sighed and sipped his wine* is the music annoying you? Andy: No... why would it? Dalton: *He shrugged lightly* Not everyone fancies Jazz. Andy: *He shrugged again* Not everyone has good taste... that goes for your ex as well.

Dalton: *He chuckled lightly* Well she used to... I suppose... if I'm good taste? I dunno?

Andy: ........ *again there were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn't dare*

Dalton: ......

Andy: But... maybe something more chilled if you were going for some latenight vibes? Well I suppose Jazz is too but-

Dalton: Suggest me something! *He sat up excitedly and dragged himself closer to the laptop, ready to type on Youtube...

Andy: *He chuckled hoarse and wormed himself closer to Dalton, sorta trying to crawl without spilling, leaning over Dalton* Hold this... *he reached his glass to Dalton, and started typing* I was thinking more along the line of one of my own playlists... Let me see... *he bit his bottom lip lightly, trying not to grin about the fact that at the moment he was halfway laying over Dalton's legs*

Dalton: Hey, don't fall now, we're gonna drown in wine then! *he chuckled amused*

Andy: Yeah, trying to hurry *he chuckled, and quickly found his favorite playlist* Let me just find a song... ahh! *he said after a short moment’s scrolling* Let's just start it from here! It doesn't really matter much, I suppose... since all the songs are night vibes to me... this is the list I listen to most at night if I want to relax and just drift away... *he quickly pushed play: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEw35KJ4PEk&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=127

Dalton: Okay... let's see *he handed Andy his glass again, as he returned to lay on the bed*

Andy: *Suddenly realizing the song he had picked... well the lyrics... panic!*

Dalton: .... *clearly listening to the music*

Andy: *More panic!!!... and then the lyrics started*

Song: I could watch you for a lifetime, you're my favorite movie, a thousand endings, you mean everything to me. I never knew what's coming, forever fascinated, I hope you don't stop running, cause I'll always be waiting. You are, my cinema, action thriller, I could watch you forever. You are my cinema, action thriller.

Dalton: *He sipped his wineglass slowly, emptying it, then poured himself some more. They staid quiet the rest of the song, and a good part into the next song, before Dalton finally spoke again. He had been wondering if Andy had been putting the songs on on purpose or just picked a random one? But did he dare to ask if there were a meaning behind it?* So you're going to that wedding, right? On Christmas eve?

Andy: Ronan and Odette... yeah, of course, they are family *he smiled soft, and felt more than awkward about the songs* I uh *he gestured his glass towards the laptop screen* you can just find something else... this wasn't one of the more relaxing parts of the list... I picked the wrong song

Dalton: Oh *he frowned soft, almost disappointed... but why? He looked at the screen* I wouldn't know where to begin, I'm pretty sure I don't know any of those tracks?

Andy: So pick a title you think sounds interesting? *he smiled encouraging and sipped his wine, then decided to empty it in one go, placing the glass on the floor*

Dalton; Do you want more?

Andy: Not at the moment...

Dalton: No more drinking or?

Andy: Nah just slowing down for a moment *he chuckled hoarse* I thought you didn't want to drown in wine, now you're trying to drown me?!

Dalton: Pssh! *he rolled his eyes and chuckled amused, then turned back to the screen, reading titles* Hayden James - Something About You (Odesza Remix) *he pushed play* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgmEDI27Srk&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=138 nodding his head to the music... the lyrics...*  

Andy: *He knew the song all too well... he had been falling in love to this song several times.... and it always made him want to throw himself at his newest crush, kissing them madly*

Music: You turn to face me, maybe this time I'll choose.

Dalton: *He couldn't decide if it was the wine, the music or the company, but he suddenly felt things he hadn't felt in very long time, his lips buzzing as he pressed them against the glass, forgetting to drink... spacing out as he starred into nothing, a well known warm tickling feeling rolling through his body, a strong urge for closeness, to feel someone... to fall in love... feel alive... and fall deep into someone elses most secret corners, being intimate on a soul level*

Andy: *He took a deep breath and laid back in Dalton's bed, starring at the ceiling, what a horrible idea that playlist had been, and now he was paying! Well, as long as he could keep himself from getting a boner....!!!!!!*

Dalton: *He got pulled out of his trance as the song stopped and another more upbeat song started. He quickly drank the last mouthful of his glass and poured another one, almost emptying the bottle* Should I get another one? *He reached the almost empty bottle to Andy* There's just a couple mouthfuls left...

Andy: *He grabbed the bottle and looked at Dalton with a sorta numb expression* Yeah, sure... go for it...

Dalton: Okay *he stood up, taking a large sip from his glass and placed it on the small table* Don't go anywhere! *He smirked at Andy as he passed him on his way around the bed and out the room*

Andy: Fuck! *he whispered to himself and quickly got up, Dalton would be back in less than a minute most likely, so he had to quickly find some other music...  less..... boner inviting!!! Less kiss craving!!! So he quickly started scrolling the list, trying to find something that would be maybe a teeny bit inviting, yet casual, not too upbeat... not too slow... not depressing... and with similar songs coming after it. He whimpered, it was near impossible, and now his perfect Andy playlist, seemed nothing but a flaw-filled-failure!*

Dalton: I brought another red!

Andy: *He whimpered softly and quickly clicked on a song, then pushed the shuffle button, hoping that would somehow help him: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-c2znFXyvDE&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=184

Dalton: Did you find something?

Andy: Yeah, I really like that one... and then I just clicked shuffle *he shrugged lightly and quickly moved to his spot on the bed, emptying the rest of the old bottle, placing it on the floor next to his glass*

Dalton: *He nodded soft and sat down, bopping his head a bit as he leaned back on his bed, and listened to the song* Oh yeah, I have heard this one... you posted it on Social media.

Andy: *He looked at Dalton surprised* You watched my videos?

Dalton: Of course *he smiled lightly and sipped his wine* I like this song a lot... it was one of the reasons I started noticing you.

Andy: ..... notice me?

Dalton: *He sighed soft and sipped his wine* Yeah... you seem like.... no I know that you are... a very special person

Andy: *Light blushing* I'm just a trashcan at best... *he chuckled hoarse*

Dalton: Nah, I'm pretty sure you do know you're special, and the fact that you know, and you still aren't full of yourself, tells me you're a really good person... and I want you in my life *he smiled warmly*

Andy: *He smiled soft* .... I want you in my life too... more than you can imagine

Dalton: *He sighed soft and sipped his wine, feeling an attraction towards Andy he had felt before, but this time... this time it seemed to only grow stronger.... and stronger... and stronger...*

Andy: *He returned his eyes to the ceiling, trying to gather his thoughts... but the song soon enough made him space out and fade away*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaE8B8toeck&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=186

Dalton: *Half spacing out, half listening to the music and lyrics*

Andy: *Fading in and out*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISh3oB-O0Ss&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=59

Dalton: *Pressing his lips against his glass, the buzzing sensation coming back... his eyes gliding to Andy's lips*

Music: I can barely hold my tongue to say the least, I'm into you

Dalton: ............

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ra-BuCCPtVw&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=148

Dalton: ............

Andy: ...........

Dalton: ........

Music: What would you have me do? Where would you have me go? Tell me to fly away, I spread my wings and go.

Andy: ...........

Dalton: ........

Andy: .........

Dalton: ..........

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZV_MjqdDOs&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=155

Andy: ........

Dalton: ........ *he was tired of being alone... tired of staying true to a heart that left him long ago. Tired of missing out on love. Tired of longing for kisses, intimacy, tired of feeling so painfully lonely*

Andy: ........

Dalton: ........ *He licked his lips and made a decision*

Andy: ....... *He opened his eyes as suddenly it was as if a shadow came over him, surprised to see Dalton leaning above him, looking down at him, his lips lightly parting to speak*

Dalton: *He leaned down, pressing his lips against Andy's, but this time, he didn't pull back again, he started kissing more*

Andy: *He moaned surprised and quickly kissed back, felling butterflies attack his stomach, the whole room spinning*

Dalton: *He moaned soft and welcoming as his whole body started buzzing, feeling like he had just entered a magical rollercoaster, waiting to take him on a wonderfully amazing ride into a starry blanket of galaxies and moon beams*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2M8GzCBZkM&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=168

Andy: *He pressed his palms against Dalton's cheeks and kissed back more fiercely as the music picked up and became more dramatic, giving him the boost of confidence he desperately needed*

Dalton: *He gasped surprised by the intense buzzing gathered in his stomach, and the feeling of Andy's soft lips against his, and so the song took over him as well, and he slowly opened his mouth, slipping his tongue into Andy's mouth, gently poking his*

Andy: *Fireworks in his mind!!!!*

Dalton: *Star sparklers going off, fading off into a blissful galaxy of pleasure and relief*

Andy: *His mouth opening slightly wider, inviting Dalton deeper in, their tongues playing eagerly with each other, his hands trembling lightly, of both fear and excitement*

Dalton: *He moaned soft and sighing, feeling dizzy, almost floating*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhK8Ehv6aPI&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=135

Andy: *A soft moan escaped him, pressing his body slightly towards Dalton, wanting, needing, longing to be even closer*

Dalton: *Melting into Andy, his lips and tongue eagerly tasting him, craving more, so much more! The void inside him, finally being filled, Andy leaking into every crack, slowly overflowing the dark empty space*

Andy: *Shaky breaths between kisses, feeling heavy, as if he was sinking into the mattress, drowning in a sweet never ending sea of Dalton, a more surrendering moan escaping him*

Dalton: *He suddenly pulled away, bumping down on his ass on the bed, starring surprised at Andy, brushing two fingertips over his lips in slow motion*

Andy: *He sat up slowly. Did he regret? Why did he pull away so sudden? Was it wrong? Was it just because of the alcohol? Did he get carried away and now figured it was a mistake? Then he noticed the fingertips, still lingering on Dalton's lips, as if he was trying to still hold onto the kiss, digest what had happened between them. It was now or never! So he quickly pushed himself forwards, so he sat right in front of Dalton, between his spread legs, and gazed deep into his eyes*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24dG4m8ym_g&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=140

Dalton: ......

Andy: *He reached out, grabbed the chest of Dalton's shirt and pulled him closer, their lips instantly connecting again*

Dalton: *His head was spinning, but in an oh so wonderful way, and he quickly wrapped his arms around Andy's neck, opening his mouth, granting Andy access*

Andy: *He quickly took the invite and slipped his tongue into Dalton's mouth, kissing him deep and passionate, but kept it on the slower side, finding a rhythm with the music, keeping it sweet and not too heated*

Dalton: *He more than enjoyed the mix of the music, the alcohol, the taste of Andy, and the more than needed feeling of a pair of lips against his again... a pair of lips that cared about him.... a pair of soft, wonderful lips, he only wanted to get lost in, more and more*

Andy: *His kiss turned more playful, the more he realized Dalton wasn't running away, so he gently started nibbling on Dalton's bottom lip between kisses*

Dalton: *A shaky sigh of pleasure escaping him, leaning more towards Andy, a need of getting even closer taking over him*

Andy: *A soft moan escaping him as an answer to Dalton's attempt at getting closer, pulling his shirt a little nearer to himself*

Music: No I don't want to fall in love... with you

Dalton: *He suddenly seemed to pull Andy in the other direction... INTO the bed*

Andy: *He moaned surprised, and just the second later they both tumbled into the bed, Andy unfortunately getting kneed in the balls* Owwwwwww!!! *Which admittedly was probably for the best anyway, as he was starting to get hard!*

Dalton: Shit! *he couldn't help but laugh*

Andy: *Broke out into a loud laughter, rolling from side to side in he bed, cupping his junk* Fuck!!! *more laughing*

Dalton: *Still laughing* I'm sorry! It's not funny! I'm sorry!

Andy: *Still laughing*

Dalton: *More laughing, sorta collapsing onto half of Andy's body*

*Both laughing hysterically*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Knyy17g4Zag&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=141

*More laughing*

Dalton: I'm so sorry!

Andy: *His laughter fading into a chuckle* I'll manage *chuckling*

Dalton: *Chuckles soft, then sat up, pouring himself a new glass of whine, taking a large sip before handing it to Andy*

Andy: *He chuckled lightly and lifted himself a bit to grab the glass and drink*

Dalton: Hey... let's dance!

Andy: *He chuckled hoarsely* huh-what?!?!

Dalton: Come! *repeating the song* So you wanna be a dancer?

Andy: *He laughed loudly*

Dalton: *He jumped up on the bed and started jumping up and down* COME! *he reached two hands towards Andy, shaking them wildly*

Andy: *He shook his head and grabbed Dalton's hands, getting up fast, and joined the jumping without a protest*

*They both kept jumping around to the song, just being crazy and carefree, having no worries in the world for the moment, laughing, being free, feeling like kids again*

Andy: *Just as the song was about to stop, he accidentally bumped into Dalton, and they both crashed down on the bed, Dalton slightly on top of Andy, partially tangled in each other, laughing and panting for air.* Damn! *he laughed lightly*

Dalton: Yeah! *he laughed happily and rolled off Andy, landing on his back next to him on the bed, panting up at the ceiling*

Andy: It's been a long time since I last had THAT much fun! *chuckling amused*

Dalton: *He chuckled happily* Me too!

Andy: *Chuckling*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLPWZgpXR2k&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=157

Dalton: *Observing Andy for a moment*

Andy: *Sighing soft as he gazed deep into Dalton's perfect eyes*

Music: There was a steepness in the darkness, I wanted to cut it like a comet crash. Hit the city, where you had echoed from a flash, made it all seem not so bad. Cause we were parallel lines running through the whole sky And even in the low light, we were aligned 'Cause we were parallel lines, separate the whole time But even in the divide, you and I.

Dalton: *He sighed soft and slowly scooted closer, snuggling his head against Andy's shoulder, closing his eyes*

Andy: *He smiled soft and laid a hand close to one of Dalton's, resting the side against Dalton's. Just a touch of innocent closeness. Romance filling the room. And that's how they both fell asleep to the last lines of the song.*

[writingandmore]

Hi!!! May I get a HP, Star Wars, Voltron, and Disney matchup?

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, muggleborn Ravenclaw (with Gryffindor tendencies), and my patronus spirit is Hummingbird. Biromantic Pansexual Genderfluid woman using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. Cherubic-like face, with short height (5'1") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has chic messy/wavy brunette medium hair that reaches to my shoulder, oriental skin, slightly upturned eyes, small lashes, chocolate brown irises, cute flat nose, heart shaped face, full cheeks, cupid's bow lips, a small beauty mark on the forehead, and naturally straight teeth with tiny gap in front (just imagine that it's a mixture of Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲---cause' my friend told me that I kinda look like them). My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam, I sometimes let my hair down or styled like Lara Croft reboot.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant, quiet, and timid at first making people thought I'm a demure, modest, and self-effacing that looks "immaculate" or "one of a kind" (due to my protective mom, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis---like my happiness is too shallow, super talkative, eats a lot (yeah I can finish a huge slice of cake or a meal in one sitting), awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY CLUMSY (mostly gets bruises from hitting, bumping my head somewhere, walking into something on my way, and being careless to my belongings), secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, eager to share what I know (especially about Catholic Church---my past teacher joked that I'll become a saint because of it 🤣), oftenly speaks full of sarcasm with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no.1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself but can be awkward to strangers. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

The extent, I'm expressive, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, laid-back, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic that cries so easily (but will enlightened real quick by smallest things that makes me smile) filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone because they might get dissappointed from expectations---I simply can't stop proving myself too much because I'm a survivor of bullying. But I still managed to be stronger than ever after I stumbled, even it's a slow burn process. I can be blunt, intimidating, harsh, and a douchebag if I receive ends or I got interrupted while doing something. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, forgetful, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic youth, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams and what's important to me) and what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Rowdy and feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will call out on people that we loathe, will make fun of your stupidity (in a good way) before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic and cheeky (makes banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment, but gets annoyed if I received sappy or offensive one), Still generous and concerned person in a subtle and different way.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Loves kittens, milk tea, singing at the karaoke, cartoons, iced coffee, memes, cute things, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, poetry, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes Catholic songs, kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, thunder and lightning, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. If I found out that someone hates or backstabbing or being rude to me, I won't hesitate to throw offensive criticisms, leaving them with a "I don't give a f" attitude. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity, worse scenarios in real life, and how terrible is my love life from unrequited feelings that I got, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family (it sucks that some people I knew assumed that the reason why I'm overly unaware that someone is interested in me in secret, is I have "high standards" looking for a partner, but the truth is I'm strict and I have a personal preferences...I know my worth and I don't want settle for less!) and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some, sounds too hypocritical, like as if you're a morally good person.

𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 + 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗦

My love languages are quality time and gift giving, but I actually swoon over physical touch (especially cuddles and cute kisses) and words of affirmation when it comes to having a partner, though I get attracted so easily, matured but can be a goofy person who's nice, friendly, kind-hearted, loving, faithful, and excels in academics is my cup of tea. Whenever I have a real life crush (which is rare), I act the same but deep inside, my heart is about to explode and will eventually share to my trustful friends how I highly admire that person, however if they spilled the beans out, I'll obviously deny it and will cry if they like someone else, it will take some time for me to move on, now I don't care for them anymore.

Best Friends to Lovers is my ideal trope because I find it very cute since you already knew each other before dating (which happened to my 2nd cousin, she married her best friend!)---perfect balance for romance, laughters, comfort, and tears when it comes to sharing your vibes, being there through thick and thin, safe with embraces, and helping each other to grow.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗦

My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, oratorical skills and I have potential in hosting...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, speaker, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader).

May sounds different but I'm passionate for helping people through my talents and sharing my story to inspire everyone. I may look selfish, but I have a different way on how I show that I actually care also I have a biased sentimental value

Currently a college freshman, learning how to cook. I have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

HP: Remus!

- Remus is also quiet and a bit reserved when he's not in a familiar situation, so your own first impression on him would be a good one, as you'd seem similar to his own personality. He's sweet and is able to start up a conversation if he notices the other person is having a hard time doing so, so hopefully he'd be able to bring out your more extroverted and friendly self after a while so he can be around the more open you. He wouldn't mind you being a bit awkward-he's very much the same way-honestly, the comradery that would come from that would be more positive than anything else. He loves sharing knowledge and learning about new things, so your eagerness to talk about what you know would work really well also! He does a lot better when he knows someone has his back too, so your extra supportive nature would endear him to you as well.

SW: Han!

- Your nicer and more helpful personality would balance out Han's more standoffish vibes when first meeting. You might get on his nerves a bit first, but you'd quickly grown on him and, in turn, make him a bit of a better person. Your ability to be blunt and a bit harsh would serve you well if you ever needed to stand your ground on an issue that two of you have, as he can be quite stubborn.

VLD: Lance!

- Lance can be a bit immature from time to time as well, especially when it comes to trying to be funny or cheering up those around him-he's also headstrong and typically firm in what he wants to do, so your own determined personality would attract him to you a lot as well. He often puts off things he needs to do if they make him anxious too, but if you both recognize that you share that problem, helping each other might be a good solution!

Disney: Flynn!

- Flynn is quite a sarcastic and teasing person, so your own humor would match well with his. He's also quite a hopeless romantic as well, even though he's certainly not one to admit that right off the bat. He enjoys singing, and as he gets closer to someone he feels more comfortable doing so in front of them, so a partner he's been with for a long time would get to see him be more and more open with it. That also applies to activities like dancing.

[oneboxofmatches]

Hi!!! May I request a HP romantic and friendship matchup on both eras? (Preferably male), thanks in advance! 💞

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, Ravenclaw, and my patronus spirit is swan. Bi Pan Genderfluid girl using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. A friend of mine told me that I (kinda) look like Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 (a Netflix animated series), but the exception is I'm short (5'1.2") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has messy/wavy brunette medium hair, chocolate brown eyes, oriental skin and a small beauty mark on the forehead. My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant and shy at first cause' I dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis, talkative, awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY clumsy, secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over any wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, sarcastic person with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no. 1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), and will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

People thought I'm a demure self-effacing woman that looks "idealistic" or "one of a kind," (due to my protective parents, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, I'm eloquent, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic crybaby filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone, yet I still managed to be stronger than ever, even it's a slow burn process. I can be intimidating, sassy, and a douchebag if I receive ends. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, very indecisive, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive or I might break a belonging due to my carelessness). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic person, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Blunt but the loudest idiotic feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will act like a silent backstabber on people that we loathe, will crack up over your stupid antics before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic who tends to banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment (but gets grumpy if I received sappy or offensive one), still generous and concerned in a subtle way.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 making corniest jokes/puns, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD).

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Loves kittens, eating a lot, cartoons, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and writings, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity and worse scenarios in real life, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some are too hypocritical.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔

My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, and oratorical skills...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader). Currently an incoming college freshman, learning how to cook and have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

Thank you so, so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun with this one (as you can tell by some of the really long answers lol) and I hope you enjoy!!

In the Golden Trio era, I romantically pair you with…

CEDRIC DIGGORY

One of the most beautiful things about Cedric is that although he may show some introverted tendencies, he still manages to have a natural gift for connecting to others and allowing them to feel comfortable enough to open up. Really, your initial distance and shyness don't last nearly as long towards Cedric as they would with most other people.

Hearing your laughter brings the widest, cheesiest grin to Cedric’s face. Not only does he adore seeing you happy, but he also recognizes that your anxiety, insecurities, and strong emotions can sometimes cloud up your demeanor. Therefore, it brings him comfort knowing that (for the moment) you’re finding joy. He thrives when you thrive!

However, as much as he loves seeing your more energetic and happier self, it goes without saying that he’s the best comfort for when you’re not having the best day.

Cedric is an excellent listener, so he’ll most likely let you talk without interruption for as long as you need before even saying a word. He wants to make sure he truly understands your current state before acting. He may take a few seconds to process everything after you finish speaking, but then he’ll help you tackle whatever problems you’re facing. He’s especially talented at giving words of affirmation.

Cedric’s listening also comes in handy whenever you talk about your interests! He genuinely loves hearing about the things you’re interested in solely for the fact that you’re interested in them. Side note: you can count on him to be at any music performances, pageants, etc. you may have -- this guy is truly your #1 supporter.

Cedric’s a very good student (though I suspect he’s somewhat of a procrastinator himself), so I can also see you two supporting each other through schoolwork and celebrating each other’s successes.

Like you, Cedric has a strong urge to do the right thing. Talking to him about social issues stirs up a need to help, and I could see you two doing volunteer work together in your spare time.

I like to believe one of Cedric’s biggest love languages is quality time. Don’t get me wrong, this guy loves staying involved and busy. But taking a couple hours to be with you in small ways (even if that means just being in the same room while you scroll through social media) gives him a nice balance.

Overall, this kind boy will be there unwaveringly through the bad times and will laugh just as loud as you through the good!

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LUNA LOVEGOOD

You wanna talk about the best conversations, relentless support, and overall the most wholesome friendship you could ask for? Luna’s your girl.

Being unashamed to be true to yourself is one of the biggest reasons why Luna is so drawn to you. While she’s very friendly and insightful towards everyone she meets, it can get a bit repetitive for her to constantly interact with people who try to shelter their unique characteristics from the world. In her mind, these unique characteristics are what make people so fascinating! Why should anyone hide who they are?

Luna’s creativity is endless, and I can see it blending well with yours. Collaborating on a personal project outside of school (ex: novel, blog, etc.) together is definitely something I could see you two doing.

Speaking of creativity, finding creative solutions to everyday problems (both in school and in life) is your specialty as friends.

Admittedly, Luna isn’t usually drawn to louder individuals. However, the complexity behind your personality makes it easier for her to know you are much more than what meets the eye.

Speaking of, Luna has a difficult time standing up for herself -- whether it’s because she doesn’t feel a need to or she just doesn’t recognize the meaning behind certain phrases. She NEEDS a friend like you to stand up for her sometimes, and I know you wouldn’t hesitate!

Ranting to Luna is therapeutic to say the least. While her aloofness at times may make it seem as if she isn’t fully paying attention, that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s actually catching every word, and once you’re done she’ll leave you with a philosophical solution that may seem borderline insane/irrelevant when you first hear it, but it strangely makes sense.

Overall, the lack of judgment from either of you is what draws you together. As a result, you build a unique bond that couldn’t be broken even if either of you wanted it to.

In the Marauders era, I romantically pair you with…

REMUS LUPIN

Let’s be honest, it would take you two so long to ask each other out. You were probably already really close friends, but the insecurities and “what if?” questions from both of you delayed an actual relationship.

When you finally started dating, you were both so relieved. You still share a laugh at how almost nothing changed in the way you interacted with each other.

While with mutual friends, Remus sometimes likes to sit back and just watch you, especially when you get really talkative because this is when you become the most expressive. He has the softest smile when you’re actively cracking jokes, discussing something you’re passionate about, or even calling someone out. Sometimes you may be too distracted to notice, but other times you’ll catch him.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” (While that same soft smile never leaves his face.)

You both hold really high standards for yourself in terms of school, so expect late-night study/work sessions to be your best bet for quality time.

Though the occasional instance of walking through/lying on the grounds becomes a favorite for both of you.

Remus listens when you’re particularly struggling through anxiety or strong emotions, but he has to consciously stop himself from interrupting because he can’t stand how he feels knowing you’re going through a tough time.

All he wants to do is soothe you during these moments. If you’re comfortable, he’ll hold you while speaking to you in a soft voice. Remus, the intellectual that he is, is also your best chance at finding a reasonable solution. So if you're not in the mood for calming words, he's also a great person to turn to for answers.

As for your ambitions, no matter what you choose to pursue, you already know Remus is going to be your biggest source of support every step of the way. He’s more than happy to help in any way he can!

Overall, Remus appreciates you, and he’s always going to make sure you know it.

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LILY EVANS

Lily especially connects to you because you manage to be determined, competitive, and intelligent without sacrificing your kindness, which is something she can relate to.

You and Lily are the C.E.O.s of doing the right thing. Neither of you hesitates to back the other up when it comes to confronting someone because you know it’s justified.

As perceptive as Lily is, you never need to tell her when something is bothering you. All it takes is a quick glance before she puts whatever she’s doing on hold to check in with you.

The reverse works as well. Typically, Lily really doesn’t internally struggle too much, and when she does she tries to hide it. You’re one of the only people who can see right through whatever she tries to pull.

The constant banter between you two is unmatched, but you both know it's because you really care about each other.

Overall, you and Lily have each other’s backs through anything, even when the other isn’t actively asking for help.

[insomnihan]

han’s Entire Thoughts & Feelings on Dreamcatcher’s “Odd Eye”

oh mY F UCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

there are no read mores here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALRIGHT SO-

OH MY F UCKING GOD THE SONG WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WITH THIS??????????? DEAD ASS?????????????? THAT BEGINNING SOUND ALONE TRIGGERED MY FIGHT OR FLIGHT AND THEN IT JUST CALMS DOWN YET MY BRAIN IS ALREADY F UCKING LOSING IT- ITS THE GUITAR ALL THROUGHOUT AND HOW I JUST HEADBANG WITH EVERY HIT OF THAT DRUM OR WHATEVER THE F UCK FOR ME- pls calm down okay i just……………………… leez…… ollounder…………… i oWE YOU MY LIFE- the way the prechorus is so FAST???????? like whaT IN THE ACTUAL F UCK the way it hypes me up with that instrumental the DRUMS GOT ME BOUNCIN AND S HIT AND GET SMACKED IN THE FACE ODD EYE I SWEAR TO GOD I FELT A NEW EMOTION AFTER THA- AFTER THIS WHOLE SONG TO BE HONEST-

THE?????????????? LINE DISTRIBUTION?????????????? IS SO SE*Y?????????????? THE IMMENSE POWER IN SIYEONS AND YOOHYEONS VOICES I CANT- ACTUAL SUA RAPPER CRUMBS idc what yall say minuscule sua rapper crumbs THE AMOUNT OF HANDONG AND DAMI LINES IS F UCKING DELICIOUS 😩😩😩 HANDONG VERSE CHORUS AND BRIDGE?????????????? DAMI BRIDGE??????????????? ‘LIVE IT UP’?????????????? BICTH IM ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

forgot to do this for boca so imma do it here kinda

YES YOOHYEON START THE SONG

THE AMOUNT OF HANDONG?????????????????? I CANT BREATHE??????????????????????

and ofc her ooOOOooOOO-

sua rapper crumbs idc idc-

YOOHYEON AND SIYEON BEING QUEENS OF CHORUSES AGAIN ESPECIALLY THE LAST ONE GO👏OFF👏

jiu ‘no more utopia’ AND sua ‘no more utopia’ pls took me three (3) tries to type ‘utopia’

LIVE IT UP YOURE SO RIGHT QUEEN YOU BETTER RAP YOUR HEART OUT

JIU AND HANDONG CHORUS

THE F UCKING BRIDGE CHANGED MY LIFE

okay for the dance i will be using the mcountdown fancam BC I DO WANT THE F UCK I WANT 👁👁 I JUST WANNA SAY i lit rally CANNOT believe how stable they are dancing LIKE THAT™ thE POWER THEY HOLD ANYWAY as always the dance always S L A P and is literally impossible to dance to without feeling like youre absolutely f ucking d*ing and out of breath……………… LOVE THAT

THE BEGINNING EYE FORMATION ARE YOU KIDDING ME-

im delusional but lowkey deja vu clown me idc idc-

THE SUA RUNNING OUT OF THERE THE JIU THE COMPLICATED HAND STUFF

JUST👏THE👏CHOREO👏FOR👏THE👏CHORUS👏BICTH

siyeon doing this

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

putting a bullet point for just that one (1) second of dami doing That™

handong right after…………………………………

gahyeons part with the other members doing different moves my eyes liked it

THE ENTIRE BRIDGE I DONT NEED TO SAY ANYTHING ELSE

like jiu and dami with handong ive literally watched that for five hours-

i just like the way they lined up and needed it to be linked here

THE SPIN THAT K*LLED US ALL

THE KICK THAT SENT US SIX FEET UNDER

S C R E A M……………………………………………………… Iconic™

DO YOU SEE THE BUDGET IN THE VISUALS JESUS CHRIST- the f ucking set up all of the effects!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all of the lights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all of thE GLOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the black and white set and theyre wearing red…………………… the red and white set and theyre wearing black…………………… that purple and green place…………………… the tree and random nature but everything is so futuristic looking…………………… dunno why yoohyeon is in a graffiti covered restroom but im LIVING for it- SIYEON SURROUNDED BY THOSE TVS DAMI IN THAT TRAIN THAT MULTICOLORED PLACE WHEREVER SUA IS EXCUSE ME- I COULD LITERALLY NAME EVERY SCENE IN THIS DAMN MUSIC VIDEO AND THEY👏ALL👏SLAP👏HARD👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

TIME TO SHOW WHICH SCENES I LIKED

THE WHOLE F UCKING THI-

jk ill name some😊😊😊again id name everything but ill just show one i liked more than others bc this is alreADY TOO DAMN LONG-

this is self restraint btw

I FEEL THREATENED-

helL YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND IF I CRIED????????????????????????

this is here for no reason other than bc i wanted it here-

OOP-

OOP- x2

………………………………… F-

WHY OFC I HAVE TO PUT THIS HERE

ABSOLUTELY…………………………… ABSOLUTELY

OH F CUK-

it was this or the close up shot either way it k*lled me

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

😦

OH NO-

OOP- x3

😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

honestly let me just mention i really clowned and set myself up for heartbreak bc the album is only called ‘road to utopia’ but i assumed theyll find utopia bc thats how trilogies work but then this slaps me in the face- what im saying is im 🤡

T H E M

oK A Y SO THIS POST IS LONG ENOUGH ALREADY LIKE GODDAMNIT COULD I JUST SHUT UP FOR TEN (10) MINUTES PLS- SO HERE ILL JUST SAY ONE (1) WORD………………………………………………

W O M E N™

plus this truly is long enough good god-

JIU

OH BICTH SHE GRABBED ME BY MY NECK RIGHT AT THE START WHEN SHE JUST POPPED UP- lemme just talk about this screenshot for a second the STREAKS IN HER HAIR and THE PIERCING???????? THE JACKET???????GOOD GOD????????? L I S T E N her outfits during the dance scenes the R E D especially jeSUS- its that red one for me im pretty sure some of yall saw me go F E R A L™ on the dashboard about it so i WILL NOT go into it again- and theN THAT DRESS A F CUKING QUEEN LOVE TO SEE IT

SUA

ONCE AGAIN I HAVE TO BRING UP THE VERY START WITH THAT SLOW MO- RED👏IS👏HER👏COLOR 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏  the dark hime cut………………… the choker on both the red and the black is it the same one doesnt matter im d*ad……………… yo her wavy hair and that dress when it looked like she was in some hair shampoo commercial bicth i liVED FOR THAT- and theN T H I S YES THIS THAT IN THE SCREENSHOT the leather and the jacket the writing on her face i waNT HER TO BEAT ME WITH THAT LIGHT-

SIYEON

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IM LITEREALLY CRYINNG

I SWEAR TO GOD I SCREAMED EVERY TIME SHE WAS ON THE SCREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pls breathe yes i see that orange coat with the collar and her two different colored eyes and how she is sitting in that chair i see her looking so fine in that red outfit especially near the end of the mv oh mY GOD- those pants yall bringing that style back from boca literally let me bREATHE FOR LIKE TWO (2) SECONDS

HANDONG

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LISTENLISTENLISTENLISTEN my eyes legit started tearing up when i saw her so soon in the mv yall DO NOT understand the emotions im going through to rewatch this mv again and again anD- iiiIIIIiiII CANNOT FULLY EXPRESS MYSELF BUT I JUST WANNA DIRECTLY MENTION THOSE CRYSTALS AND HER HIGH PONYTAIL SHE MADE F UCKING SURE TO SHOW OFF HOW POWERFUL SHE IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOOHYEON

YOOHYEON WITH BUNS??????????????????? THAT LIPSTICK COLOR RIGHT AT THE START???????? THAT OUTFIT WITH THE RED PLAID SKIRT????????? like when you REALLY look at the outfit the polkadot jacket and the tie makes not a lot of sense but she made it woRK!!!!!!!!! okayokayokay her lip ring and dance outfits lets talk about it to be honest its something about that chain that hangs on her torso that makes it really hit………………… but like the entire outfits HIT™ she ripped her pants didnt she

DAMI

I CANT STAND THIS WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tell me why for literally one (1) second of that ‘live it up’ it snapped my neck???????? it was HARDLY A FLASH OF LIGHT YET IT WAS ENOUGH TO HURT ME- i prefer her short hair but listen the longer hair is making so many points rn- i think i said that for boca too��� SHES LITERALLY SITTING YALL AND YET HERE I AM- the jacket the necklace the gloves and then that dramatic spin and the leaves OH MY GOD- DID YALL👏SEE THE WAY👏SHE KEPT👏FEELING👏HER NECK👏👏👏👏👏👏👏!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GAHYEON

GAHYEON THE WOMAN YOU ARE- i wanna start with the black hair and thee stickers look bc i wanna buT WE LOVE NOIR BY SUNMI but like i love that look like overall????????????? she literally wears the same outfit for that and this screenshot but the vibe is so different i LOVE this purple color she got going rn and that black hair IS A STATEMENT imma be more open here about it but lowkey i am genuinely missing her dark hair rn- anyway THAT DESIGN AROUND HER EYE WITH THAT RED OUTFIT BRUH DO I D*E-

BONUS TIME: B-SIDE TRACKS (short thoughts and parts i liked)

Intro

IVE NEVER BEEN SO FERAL IN MY LIFE

Wind Blows

this instrumental……………………… holy god????????????? its chill for like a second in the beginning and then it just YEETS you in- imma be real i wasnt sure about that ‘wind blows’ part i dunno why i ……… into it at first but yknow whaT THATS ONE OF THE BEST PARTS DAMIS RAP I SWEAR- but then the prechorus parts are so chill??????????? is it bc its handong its probably bc its handong ‘always be with you like gravity’ siyeon pls- it gives me the same energy as tension and break the wall where i feel like i jusT GAIN ALL THE STRENGTH AND CONQUER THE WORLD yes i saw the dance multiple times it k*lled me every single time

Poison Love

literally what the f uck- when i heard it in the highlight medley i knew i was gonna LOVE this like i cant stand how much i love their sexy bops like dami got me immediately ‘why do you?’ YOURE RIGHT DAMI WHY DO I- you could NEVER go wrong with lower register dreamcatcher NOTHING👏CAN👏GO👏WRONG👏 DAMI AND GAHYEON THEIR RAPS JESUS CHRIST i put my hand on my heart i was so taken aback- maybe i went back to replay it a few times when i was listening to it and then handong……………………………………………………… UH ANYWAY-

4 Memory

JIIIIIIIIIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE LOVE THE HAPPY AND BOUNCY AND FUN BOP OF THE ALBUM- like ive said this to a few moots that this song just makes me happy and lifts up my mood its the little instrumental parts in the chorus for me i dunno what it is its just pleasant to my ears and then damis rap is so fun like :cccccc cute- like this is a song about the seasons and wanting to be with someone (well jiu help write this is this about like insomnias or am i a stupid clown-) like i REALLY WISH i could express how much i enjoy this song but i would just be repeating myself that its a feel good happy song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

New days

DAAAAAAAAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE i dunno how to describe the energy this song holds except ‘friendship energy’- its literally the guitar all throughout the song for me LIKE i feel like im just wrapped in a nice hug BUT NOT JUST ANY KIND OF HUG its the kind that the other person opened their jacket and theyre holding me and their jacket is around me listening to this song yall i kinda wanna cry i dunno- everyone sounds so lovely especially jiu pls her voice is so soft and DAMI OFC HER RAP GETS A HELL YEAH™ FROM ME like the ‘find you’ AND THEN AT THE END ‘FOUND YOU’ IM 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 (if yall cant see its the pleading puppy eyed emoji)

LIKE WHAT A WAY TO START THE F UCKING YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so in awe of everything about this as SOON AS SOON I SAY i saw the very first photo teaser and i COULDNT STOP LISTENING TO THE HIGHLIGHT MEDLEY AND THE TEASER WITH THE SUITS AND THE DRINKS IS STILL LIVING IN MY HEAD- alright alright ill calm down for this part but its one of my FAVORITE ALBUMS FOR👏SURE👏 like i really cant think of any criticisms regarding anything about it!!!!!!!!!!!! since im posting this after promotions are over (odd eye promotions anyway) i will just say im EXTREMELY proud of what we have accomplished as fans and what the girls have achieved during this era!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it was hella wild all around and i am once again saying that im very happy to be an insomnia <3<3<3<3<3<3<3

and ONCE AGAIN JUST ONE (1) MORE TIME RIGHT BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 

IN CONCLUSION: THIS ALBUM TAKES ME TO AN ENTIRELY NEW WORLD AND IM GONNA LIVE IT UP

AND AS ALWAYS:

[risingmoonyue]

Batman/P5 Crossover

-Sometime before Akechi but after Futaba or Haru

-Damian is sent to Tokyo to check it out for whatever reason (maybe they had a fight, or he’s going stir crazy, or he’s just the only one they can send at the time and didn't bother with all that "you're not old enough" business)

-Dami is younger than Futaba by a year or three or four

-He is baby

-He is transferred to Shujin as a child prodigy where he also immediately joins the "outcast" community because of his attitude and intelligence

-Talia goes too, manages to cut off all his communications with the Batfam, and is planning to take him home in a month whether he likes it or not

-For whatever reason, Batfam doesn't realize this??? (Like, either she's faking reports or they're too busy (think fight or chaos in Gotham scenario maybe???))

-Anyways, obviously Dami doesn't want this

-Somehow the Phantom Thieves hear about the situation

-Maybe he was assigned to shadow Makoto for a while, and they managed to overhear a phone conversation either to Talia or Dami trying to get in touch with the Batfam and nothing really working

-And eventually they outright see him fighting with his mother with him at some point (either in person or over a phone call) mentioning that she already disowned him, he's happy with his Father's family, and that he will head her family business over his dead body—and oh would you look at that, you already managed that, care to try again Mother?

-The PT's are understandably alarmed

-And learn her name from Damian (from Makoto maybe or someone else he bonded a little with) (MORGANA) (THEY GAVE HIM MONA FOR A DAY AND NOW THEY KNOW EVERYTHING FROM HIS MANY PETS TO HIS LEAST TO MOST FAVORITE SIBLINGS STARTING FROM TIM TO DICK TO HIS FAVORITE FOODS TO EVERYONE IN HIS FAMILY’S NAMES TO HOW STUPID HE FINDS EVERYONE AND WHY THEY'RE STUPID TO HIS FAVORITE MUSIC TO WHY ANIMALS ARE SUPERIOR TO HUMANS AND MONA’S LIKE OMG TMI BUT LOVED IT THERE BECAUSE HE WAS PAMPERED LIKE NO TOMORROW GOT ONLY THE BEST FOOD AND THE BEST BEDS AND TOYS THAT HE GOT TO TAKE WITH HIM BACK TO LEBLANC AND NOW AKIRA AND SOJIRO ARE LIKE DUDE WHY AND MONA’S LIKE IM KEEPING HIM THIS HUMAN IS GOOD SORRY AKIRA YOU’RE DEMOTED)

-The palace is basically a fortress full of assasin ninjas and clones

-Dunno what her keywords are tho

-Or her what her palace actually is

-Help?????????

-Cognitive Bruce, Ra's, Damian, Dami clones, and Jason (maybe rest of batfam??? Idk)

-Long story short, the traps are so assassin-y that they need someone who knows the actual Talia because egads, this is the closest they have all come to actually dying

-And they didn't really want to do it and were just gonna power through

-But Dami manages to find out and get in and of course uses his background to help out whether they like it or not

(-he's slightly off put by Joker's name, but then decides to just solely call Gotham!Joker "The Clown")

-At some point they are captured by the Shadow Talia who is decked out in super fancy traditional Arab clothing and probably every conceivable hidden weapon known to man

-Talia says Damian won't and can't ever change from who he "is meant to be", referring to him as her Alexander and basically brutally addresses all of his insecurities concerning the batfam and people and society in general

-And all this is kinda killing him cause he still loves Talia despite the fact that she killed him and had a violent citywide custody battle with Batman but he also loves the batfam too even if he would absolutely never admit it (except to maybe Grayson)

-Joker does his emotional kick-start thing and/or Dami is like Makoto and just gets so mad he triggers it himself, but either way, lo and behold, Damian is now a persona user, usurping Futaba's place as the baby of the team

-The outfit is kinda inspired by his future adult league outfit with the top and bottom and gold jewelry, but has a raggedy cloak with dull gold edges, a Robin mask and gauntlets, and his main weapons are batarang-sword hybrids

---acknowledging his past and moving on with his present

-Persona: Aladdin, Tsun Zu, Ali Baba, somone else???? Need ideas plz help

-Probably the fastest member of the group

-His small body makes his hits not as strong, but hoo boy can that kid move around

-Hits a lot and dodges most

-Most of his Persona abilities are physical and have high crit and/or are status affects

-Downside is he has not a lot of SP (compared to the rest of the group)

-And he has pretty good HP

-Those good ol' “superior genetics” have to be good for something after all

-Anyways they escape to find the treasure another day

-And Dami is all smug because HA you definitely can't stop me now

-And the PTs are just resigned to keeping an eye on the extremely competent snotty assassin/vigilante child

-They do like him though so it's not too bad (comes with learning all his darkest secrets via his mother and thought processes that tends to accompany watching someone at their lowest get a persona)

(-They do manage to temper him a bit and help him adjust better to actual society too that's nice)

-As such, they also know about Batman and Robin and his whoooole family. Both sides.

-Damian decided not to tell batfam because he does agree with the whole "most adults suck" mentality that the Phantom Thieves have; despite his deep, deep respect for his father and mother and Grayson, they all do kinda suck

-And he’s rather not get pulled out as he surely would if he told them

(-On a side note, he likes Sojiro

-The man gives him coffee, curry, and leaves him mostly to his own devices

-Instant win)

-He is dubbed "Mockingbird" apon return to the metaverse because of his freaky talented vocal skills in mimicking anyone and everyone's voice

-Eventually, they beat Talia

-She doesn't publicly confess to all her sins unlike everyone else

-PTs don't realize it worked until Damian came into school with a genuine smile on his face, and more relaxed than he'd been since he got there

-PTs are confused until Damian's like, this works out because hey, don't want to have several people assassinated and draw the entire freaking league to Tokyo

(-Which was probably why Talia didn't)

-They agree

-But she does break down to tears in Dami's arms and promise to ACTUALLY TALK CIVILLY with Bruce to try and make up for everything and try to fix up the league

-He stays for the rest of p5

-But steers all his reports very much away from the Phantom Thieves

-If anything, he downplays absolutely everything, and makes it seem like it's nothing super big but he's gonna stay a while to keep and eye out because y'alls are busy and I like it here and I haven't gotten expelled so there

-The PTs like to add funny stuff on there just to see if they’ll notice

-Like, Akira likes to have Dami describe his day in excruciating detail. Like, recounting the entirety of his nine or so months to Sae during police interrogation, excruciating

-Mona is pushing for the shiny stuff

-Yusuke just likes to put in bursts of randomness (Dami once mentioned that an acquaintance made another acquaintance T-pose in a church for art lol)

-Ann loves to rant about food

-Haru is always insisting on about feelings

-Ryuji likes to complain about everything and puts in ridiculous requests

-Futaba is just putting in every gen-z thing ever

-Makoto is actually responsible and tries to get him to talk about his progress in school and his social life

-And Akechi is absolutely nowhere near any of this and doesn’t know it exists

-When they have the Tokyo/Japan-wide calling card, Batfam sees it too because let's face it, that's totally the sorta thing that they would keep an eye out for even if he didn't look at the news in the entirety of the time Dami was in Tokyo

-And they send a message to Damian (the first actual communication they've had since before Talia) saying "WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON OVER THERE????"

-And with the entirety of the Phantom Thieves looking over his shoulder, Damian's just like "Chill dudes, everything's fiiiiiiiiiine"

-And they're like "UH WHAT PART OF THIS IS FINE????" because they've dug around a bit and found every news report, and oh hey, this isn't anywhere near as calm as Damian described and he’s being super OOC and what’s going on?!?!?!?!?!

-And Damian, being egged on by the most of the PTs, just sends a winky face

-Just

-😉

-And he's smug, because it's still chaos over there so they can't actually come get him and try to pull him out because he's being super ooc

-Which means he's free to do what he wants/needs in the meantime

-Cue the end of the game

-And Dami is going with them on their summer road trip and cackling because the batfam is scrambling to find him in Tokyo but lol nope he's in a van the Japanese government tried and fail to follow

-And he found all the trackers like, a year ago

-Every

-Single

-One

-They eventually track him down to Akira's house where they're calmly eating dinner (and they've been expecting this for the past week so Mona was keeping watch just so they could pull this off) and talking about how uneventful the school year was

-Cue mass confusion in the batfam

-As the PTs enjoy just confusing them so much

-By talking to Mona

-Talking normal then crazy then normal again

-And just generally being their normal selves lol

-They explain absolutely nothing beyond gushing about how much progress socially and academically he’s made (gotta embarrass the baby of the group somehow) and making sure that if Dami absolutely has to go home that he's able to stay in touch

(-Later, Damian forms his own hero persona outside of Batman and Robin)

(-He names it Mockingbird)

(-Batfam proceeds to have a brain aneurysm while the PTs dab their happy proud tears out of their eyes on their regularly scheduled tea time at the Wayne Manor)

(-Damian sends a private plane every week or two lol)

(Bonus: ARTTTTTTT)

(Psst if you guys have ideas for art, outfits, interactions or scenarios, let me know)

[thecassadilla]

Pining for the Fjords

Word Count: 5,736/AO3 Link

Pairing: Kristanna

Summary: Kristoff Bjorgman has the ability to bring the dead back to life with the touch of a finger - and only a few rules. After joining forces with a private detective, Kristoff finds himself in a difficult position when he brings his childhood sweetheart, Anna, back from the dead.

The only condition is that they can never touch each other, or else Anna will die, again - but this time, it will be permanent.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Despite feeling quite burned out, I somehow managed to write another fic (I have no self-control). This is a Pushing Daisies!AU. If you haven’t watched the show, I highly recommend it - and if you live in the United States (and possibly elsewhere, but I don’t know for sure), it’s free on cwseed! I can provide a link for anyone who is interested! Pushing Daisies is one of my favorite shows - it’s morbid, grotesque, and mysterious, but also sickly sweet and fairytale-esque. And the visuals and aesthetics are stunning. It’s also from 2007, which is where I’m convinced I left my brain. This fic draws heavily from the source material, but you don’t have to be familiar with it to understand this fic. Will this be continued? I have no idea. I don’t make decisions lol. I hope you enjoy it!

(As a disclaimer/trigger warning, death is spoken about *a lot* in this fic and there is a temporary major character death. If the thought of any of that makes you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to read this fic.)

Pining for the Fjords - a euphemism for death. “Used to describe a dead person or animal as a way of convincing somebody that the corpse is not, in fact, dead,” Urban Dictionary.

Kristoff Bjorgman had a gift. It wasn’t a gift that was nicely packaged with a bow on top, and was rather quite morbid - he could touch someone who had died and bring them back to life. As simple as it sounded, there were terms and conditions that went along with this gift. The first was that he could bring the deceased back to life for one minute only, or someone else would die as a consequence. An eye for an eye, so to speak. The second was that, if he allowed the person he touched to remain alive, he could never touch them again. Or else they would die, again - but this time it would be forever.

He learned about this arrangement the hard way; as a young child, he hadn’t been exposed to death. At the age of ten, while running in a field with his beloved dog, he would learn about death, and subsequently, his gift, the hard way. For, his dog, Sven, would run into the middle of the street and be struck by a semi-truck before his very own eyes.

He would race over to the side of his now-deceased dog, and gently rest a hand on the side of his limp body, only for the dog to become reanimated and jump off the ground. In that moment, he was unaware of the consequences of bringing Sven back to life - not too far away, a squirrel would die in place of Sven. 

He returned home that afternoon, with Sven in tow, happily trotting beside him. Across the street from his home lived a pair of sisters; he would often play with the younger of the two, a girl named Anna. In the grand scheme of things, his gift seemed insignificant, for he had fallen in love with Anna. She, herself, was a gift to Kristoff - curious, imaginative, fun, and fearless - and they spent many hours enjoying each other’s company. 

As he watched her play with her father on her family’s lawn from his kitchen window, tragedy would strike for the second time that day. His mother, who had a knack for baking pies, would collapse on the kitchen floor, mere inches from him. Suddenly, his newfound gift would once again prove itself useful. He would slowly approach her body and crouch down next to it, hesitantly touching his index finger to his arm. Immediately, she would gasp for air and rise off the ground, completely unaware of what had happened. 

Unfortunately, the clock continued to tick away, and once sixty seconds had passed, the first caveat of Kristoff’s gift would make itself known. He watched in silent horror as Anna’s father collapsed on the grass across the street, in front of his helpless friend. An eye for an eye; one life in exchange for another. 

The second caveat of Kristoff’s gift would make itself known later that evening; his mother tucked him into bed, and upon placing a goodnight kiss to his forehead, would fall to the floor once again. Only this time, she could not be brought back. And thus he learned that he could never touch a resurrected life, or they would die permanently. It meant he could never pet Sven again. It meant that his mother and Anna’s father became unwitting, and unfortunate, consequences of his gift.

At their respective parent’s funerals, happening just mere feet from each other, Kristoff and Anna, overcome with grief and puppy love, would have their first and only kiss.

Immediately following his mother’s funeral, officials from the state would collect Kristoff and take him away from his life, while Anna would remain in the house across the street from his, with her mother and sister. Kristoff would avoid any and all social attachments, fearing what he’d do if someone else he loved died.

Little did he know, fifteen years later, his life would be turned upside down yet again. 

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At the age of twenty-five, Kristoff would find himself in the midst of an unusual business arrangement. Now the owner of a run-down, failing musical instrument shop, and lonely as ever, a chance encounter with a private detective would change his life once again. 

Though Kristoff managed to keep his deep secret to himself for nearly a decade and a half, luck would find him in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the alley behind his shop, as he was throwing out garbage, a man would practically fall from the sky - technically, from the roof of the building - and hit his head on the edge of the dumpster. As luck would have it, the dead man would brush against Kristoff and return to life. Unfortunately for the now undead man, he wouldn’t get to live much longer, as Kristoff was constantly reminded of the two caveats to his gift. Unwilling to have a random person in proximity die, with another simple touch the undead man was once again dead. Unfortunately for Kristoff, there was another man on the roof who witnessed the entire thing - Private Detective Olaf Olson.

“So, how long have you been a necromancer?” The detective asked, once they reconvened inside Kristoff’s empty shop.

Kristoff anxiously rubbed the palms of his hands along the sides of his pants and shook his head. “I’m not a necromancer - at least, I don’t think I am. Is that what I am? Oh god.”

Olaf narrowed his eyes. “How long have you been able to raise the dead?”

He shrugged. “I dunno, my whole life?”

“And nobody ever thought to have you tested? Or send you off to the circus?”

“Nobody else knows - except you. And I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone.”

“Mhmm,” Olaf agreed, sucking in his lower lip and giving Kristoff a scrutinizing glare. He motioned around the shop. “How’s business around here, boss?”

“Um, it’s fine,” he answered, nervously.

“Doesn’t seem to be too busy.”

“I mean, it’s not but...it’s fine.”

Olaf raised a hand to his face. “Well, the good news is that I have a business proposal for you.”

Kristoff’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Yeah?”

“You see, everyday in this city, dead people turn up. Sometimes, these people are murdered without an idea as to who killed them. And when this happens, there’s usually a reward for figuring out who the killer is - a big reward. I get us in to see the body, you take advantage of your party trick, and we split the reward fifty-fifty.”

And so, they did. It was easy, albeit dirty, money. The arrangement itself was rather simple; Olaf was made aware of the terms and conditions, and normally the “transactions” went smoothly. The two men were awarded privacy in the morgue, so long as the coroner was paid off, and Kristoff would set his watch for sixty seconds, ask the deceased who killed them, and then promptly return them to being dead. For a few months, it worked really well, and Kristoff was able to keep his struggling business afloat. He was able to justify it all because it brought justice to the bad people of the world. Until the winter morning that everything got flipped on its head. 

It was a quiet day in January, and Kristoff was sitting in his apartment, which was situated above his shop. The television was on in the background as he lounged on the couch with a bowl of cereal, his dog Sven on the floor a few feet away. Suddenly, the tone of the news program changed to alert its viewers of breaking news.

“The body of a young woman has been found in a snow bank directly outside of a popular ski resort,” the news reporter announced. “While her name is being withheld at this time, it has been confirmed that she was traveling alone at the time of her death. Officials are still unsure if foul play was involved, or if this was some kind of tragic accident.”

Kristoff’s attention was immediately drawn to the unnamed dead woman. For some reason he couldn’t explain, he had an icy, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach about her. And sure enough, later that day, all of his fears would be confirmed. 

It was nearing mid-afternoon when Olaf walked into his empty shop. He was sitting on a stool behind a counter, when the other man walked up and placed a folded newspaper on the counter.

“How’s it going, pal?”

“It’s going,” Kristoff answered, glancing down at the paper. 

“You've been keeping up with the news?”

“Of course,” he nodded. “It’s all about that dead girl.”

“Cops think she was murdered - no idea who did it, though. Autopsy said she was suffocated, so she was already dead when they put her in the snow. Big reward.”

“Yeah?” He asked, feigning aloofness.

Olaf narrowed his eyes. “Are you playing stupid?”

“No, why would you think that?”

“Because I just told you that the dead girl was probably murdered and that there was a lot of money to find her killer, and you’re the only one who can find out who that bastard is.”

Kristoff stared blankly at the other man.

“The clock is ticking. They’re hauling her body to the cemetery today.”

“So soon?”

“No friends, one family member. No point in letting her fester. Are you in or not?”

“Do I have a choice?” Kristoff asked drily.

“Good answer. Now let’s get moving, we have a long drive and you need to change your clothes.”

He glanced down at his outfit before standing up and walking around the counter. “Where are we going, exactly?”

“A small town called Arendelle.”

He swallowed, unsure if he heard the detective correctly. “Arendelle?”

“Yeah, are you familiar with it?” Olaf asked, picking his newspaper up off of the counter, folding it up, and tucking it into the breast pocket of his suit jacket. 

Kristoff nodded. “I grew up there. Until I was ten.”

“Well, I hope you’re ready to go back.”

“Do you…?” he started, then trailed off. He was almost afraid to ask.

The other man looked at him pointedly. “Do I what?”

“Her name,” he spit out. “Do you know her name?”

“Anna Andersen.” He pronounced the first “A” in her name incorrectly; pronouncing it like the “a” in ��apple” instead of like the “a” in “alms.”

“Anna,” he whispered, correcting the other man’s pronunciation.

The detective cocked an eyebrow. “You know her?”

“She lived across the street from me,” he answered, simply. It wasn’t enough to convince the other man.

“Seems like she was more than just a neighbor.”

“I haven’t seen her since I was ten,” he shrugged, though a profuse blush was spreading across his cheeks.

“Mmhmm,” Olaf acknowledged, though he remained unconvinced. “Well, we better get moving. 

And the next thing Kristoff knew, they were on the road. He wasn’t quite sure how he ended up driving, though he was grateful for the distraction. His mind was spinning; he couldn’t believe that she was gone, forever, and worse, that he was going to be forced to have one measly minute with her when he selfishly wanted more. He wasn’t even sure if she’d remember him after so much time had passed - perhaps if she didn’t, it would make it easier on him. And then there was the other problem - should he mention that he’s the reason her father died?

His heart started palpitating as they drove past the cheerfully colored “Welcome to Arendelle” sign, and it only worsened as they pulled up in front of the funeral home. It was so loud that he was positive that Olaf could hear it. 

He was overcome with a wave of nausea as he stood unmoving by the car, staring up at the looming building. It wasn’t until Olaf, now a few feet ahead, cleared his throat and motioned for him to follow. He did, shoving his hands into his pockets. He watched as the detective handed the funeral director a wad of cash, and the two men were led to a room at the end of the hallway.

“Would you mind if I did this one alone?” Kristoff asked, once the funeral director was out of earshot. They hadn’t entered the room yet, and were standing in front of the still-closed door. “Because I knew her?”

“What could you possibly have to say to her that you can’t say in front of me?” Olaf shot back, obviously offended by Kristoff’s proposal. “We’re here to find out who killed her.”

“I know, but she was my friend,” he begged, a few beads of sweat starting to gather by his hairline. “I could use the closure.”

“Fine,” Olaf grumbled. “But you better ask who killed her first.”

“I will.”

“And remember, you have one minute. Not a second longer.” His tone was stern, and he raised a finger as a warning.

“I know the rules,” Kristoff assured him. “Wait in the car?”

Olaf muttered something under his breath, but willingly walked away from the situation. Kristoff held his breath and pushed open the door to the room; it was small, and in the center was a shiny white casket. He hesitantly approached it, trying to gain his composure. The entire thing was surreal; he felt like this was some kind of twisted dream. Acknowledging the fact that he didn’t have much time, he opened the casket and looked down.

She looked ethereal; just like he remembered, but obviously much older. She was wearing an off-white lace dress, her hair parted down the center and each half was neatly draped over her shoulders. Bile rose in his throat as he stared at her, unsure if he could do it. Though it would bring her killer to justice, he was also being selfish.

After another moment or two of looking at her, he decided it was time. He set the timer on his watch, slowly brought his trembling hand to her face, and delicately tapped her cheek with his index finger before taking a step back. She sucked in a breath of air and her eyes flew open. And then she jumped out of the casket.

“I’ll kill you!” She yelled, grabbing the first thing she could - which just so happened to be a candelabra off the fireplace next to the coffin.

“Anna, stop!” He begged, bringing his hands up to his face to protect it in case she decided to throw the candelabra at him. “It’s me - Kristoff - from across the street.”

The look of anger that had shrouded her face quickly faded away and a look of relief washed over her instead. Her hand went limp and the candelabra fell to the floor. “Kristoff.”

She took a few steps toward him with her arms reached forward, prepared to pull him into a hug. He stepped backwards, eventually colliding with the wall. “You can’t touch me,” he warned. 

“Oh.” Her arms fell to her sides and she glanced over at the coffin. “That’s mine isn’t it?”

He swallowed. “Yes. Do you know what happened?”

“I mean, I was hoping that it was all a dream. That I wasn’t suffocated to death with a pillow.”

“You were,” he frowned. “I’m really sorry.”

She blinked a few times, placing a hand on the edge of the casket, but she didn’t say anything.

So, he spoke again. The clock was ticking. “While there’s a lot I’m sure we both want to say, we have less than a minute. So, I have to ask - do you know who killed you, Anna?”

She shook her head, her eyes cast downward. “I don’t - I was sleeping. I didn’t wake up until the pillow was over my face. I’m sorry.”

Kristoff exhaled harshly, feeling defeated. They wouldn’t be able to bring her killer to justice. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

“How much time do I have left?”

He glanced down at his watch. “Forty seconds, give or take.”

She gave him a sad smile. “That’s not enough, I have so much to say. All those years, I wondered what happened to you. You just disappeared. I kept hoping that you would come back, but...you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, I -” he was trying to find the words, but it was difficult. He had so much that he wanted to say. None of this was fair. “The state took me away and sold the house.”

“Well, since I don’t have much time left, I just want you to know that I missed you a lot. And I never stopped thinking about you.”

“I never stopped thinking about you, either,” he confessed. “Life just...wasn’t the same without you.”

“I wish things would’ve worked out differently,” she sighed. “My time is almost up, isn’t it?”

He took another look at his watch before nodding solemnly. Twenty-five seconds.

“I’m glad that you were the last person I got to see before...you know.” She huffed a nervous laugh. “Um, if it’s not too much, could you tell my sister that I’m sorry? And that I love her?”

“Of course,” he promised, though he wasn’t sure if Elsa would be keen to visitors. 

“And I hope this isn’t too forward, considering we haven’t seen each other in so long, but I want you to know that I always had feelings for you, and they never went away.”

“Me too,” he said, quickly, a blush creeping over his face. “I mean, my feelings for you never went away, either.”

“How does this work?” She asked. “You just touch me again, and that’s it?”

“Yeah,” he answered, wishing that it wouldn’t have to be this way.

She nodded once, inhaling deeply. “Okay.”

He took a slow step toward her. They had less than ten seconds left now. 

“You could kiss me,” she blurted out suddenly. “That probably sounds crazy but it would bookend everything. You would be my first kiss and my last kiss.”

His breath hitched in his throat, and he nodded, willing to grant her her dying wish. She closed her eyes, and he leaned down, ready to press his lips to hers and then promptly catch her limp body. But instead, he took a step backwards.

She opened her eyes and looked over at him. “What are you doing? Isn’t my minute up?”

Though he was grotesquely aware of the consequences, he had already made his decision. He didn’t want to live his life without her, as selfish as that was. “What if you didn’t have to die?”

“That would definitely be preferable,” she said, a look of relief washing over her features. 

“Okay, look, I’m not supposed to do this because there are grave consequences,” he said in one quick breath. “But I can’t just let you die, again.”

“What are the consequences?”

He closed his eyes, ashamed to admit the truth. “Someone else has to die in your place.”

Her face fell. “Oh.” 

“But it’s already too late,” he assured her, waving his hands rapidly. “I know it’s selfish of me, but I’m not ready to let you go.”

The corners of her lips quirked up slightly. “I’m not ready to let you go, either.”

“Great,” he huffed a sigh of relief. “We have a lot to talk about, though. And we have to get out of here.”

“I can’t just walk out of here,” she said, matter-of-factly. “I’m supposed to be dead.”

He glanced rapidly around the room. “The casket. You have to get back inside.”

“Okay,” she agreed, climbing back in.

“Now, just lay really still,” he directed her. “I’m going to follow the hearse to the cemetery.”

She nodded, and he closed the lid. Wiping the sweat off of his brow, he hastily opened the door and raced out of the funeral home. As expected, Olaf was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, reading his newspaper.

“How did it go?” The detective asked, as soon as Kristoff hopped into the car.

“Uh, it went well.”

Olaf cocked his head. “Did you find out who killed her?”

“No, she didn’t know,” he answered, as he started the car.

“Of course not,” the detective groaned. “Did you get your closure, at least?”

He was staring at his rearview mirror, trying to catch the moment the hearse pulled away from the building. “Sort of.”

“Why aren’t you driving?”

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to go to the cemetery and see the burial.” 

Olaf narrowed his eyes. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, sorry. It shouldn’t take long.” 

“I knew I should’ve driven,” he sneered, unable to hide his annoyance.

A few moments later, the hearse was driving down the street and Kristoff was following closely behind. The cemetery was a short drive away, and because no one was going to be attending the burial, that in itself was going to be quick. He had to come up with a plan.

The two men sat in the car and watched as the casket was brought over to the plot of land where it was going to be buried. Finally, Kristoff got out of the car and walked over, just in time to see it get lowered a few feet into the ground. 

“Hey,” he said to the gravediggers, who turned their attention away from the shovels in their hands. He pointed towards the entrance of the cemetery. “There were some kids near the front. I think they were defacing one of the stones.”

The two men quickly dropped their shovels and raced toward the pickup truck parked a few feet away from Kristoff’s car. As soon as they drove off, he got onto the ground and opened the lid to the casket.

“Thanks for coming back,” Anna smiled.

“After all that, you thought I was going to just leave you here?”

“No,” she giggled. “I’m just really happy you came back.”

He smiled down at her. “Come on, we have to go.”

He wished he could help her out, but luckily, it wasn’t a difficult climb. As soon as she was back on the grass, he closed the lid to the casket. 

“My car is right over there,” he said, pointing at the old car. He still hadn’t decided how he was going to explain this to Olaf, but it didn’t matter at this point. It was already done.

She squinted at it. “Is someone in your car?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s Olaf. He’s my...business partner?” What he also hadn’t thought of was that he was going to have to explain who Olaf was to her and the unorthodox partnership that they had arranged. He decided to cross that bridge when they came to it.

The two of them climbed into the car, Kristoff in the driver’s seat and Anna in the backseat. Upon hearing both doors close, the formerly distracted Olaf turned his attention to the new passenger, and then to Kristoff.

“Kristoff,” he said, a fake smile plastered across his face. “Who’s your friend?”

“I’m Anna,” she answered cheerfully.

The fake smile remained. “Why is the dead girl in your car and not in the ground?” 

“I needed closure,” Kristoff shrugged.

“Your closure was supposed to last sixty seconds.”

“To be fair,” Anna chimed in, “there is a lot of history here. A minute wasn’t long enough.”

Kristoff nodded along with her statement.

The detective was seething. “Does she know about the terms and conditions that came along with her newfound gift of life? That someone else died in her place?”

“She’s aware,” Anna answered, referring to herself in third person. “She’s not thrilled about it, but she’s extremely grateful that she’s alive.”

“And you both acknowledge that I could’ve been the one to die in her place, right?”

“That’s why I asked you to wait in the car,” Kristoff explained.

“You were planning on doing this all along?!”

“No! Yes? I don’t know, I wanted options!” He exclaimed, starting to feel a little flustered. “Look, it’s over. I’m going to start driving now, we all need to go home and sleep on this.”

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The drive back was a lot tamer than the few minutes they spent sitting in the cemetery. Olaf spent most of the drive muttering to himself, clearly upset that he could’ve been a casualty of Kristoff’s impulsivity. Once they reached the music shop, well past dark, Olaf parted ways without saying a word to either of them, and Kristoff brought Anna upstairs to his apartment. As soon as they entered, Sven perked his head up.

“Oh, you have a dog!” She exclaimed, rushing over to him and immediately dropping to her knees. “He looks just like Sven.”

“That is Sven,” he said, dropping his keys on the small table by the front door.

“You saved him, too?”

“He was the first,” Kristoff explained. “That’s how I…found out about all of this.”

“I see,” she said, smothering the dog with pets and kisses. “You can’t touch him either?”

He stood on the opposite side of the room, his arms tightly crossed over his chest. “No. But, um, we kind of have a lot to talk about.”

“Yes, we do,” she agreed, looking over at him. “So I can’t touch you at all, right?”

He shook his head. “No. Even the slightest touch would mean that you die permanently.”

“No hugs?”

“No hugs,” he answered.

“But what if you need a hug?” She looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

“I haven’t hugged anyone in years, I think I’ll be okay.”

“Fine, what if I need a hug?”

He grimaced. “I’m sorry?” Was all that he could offer.

“And that means no kisses, too, right?”

He shook his head again, suddenly aware that the tips of his ears were burning. “No kisses.”

“Darn,” she said, softly, gently stroking Sven’s fur.

“You can stay here as long as you want,” he promised. “It’ll take a little getting used to, but I’d love the company. Or, you can leave. It’s your second chance at life and you can live it however you want to.”

“Don’t be silly,” she cooed. “I don’t want to leave. The last time I had the desire to leave somewhere, I literally died.” She annunciated each syllable in the world “literally” as if to stress the importance of its meaning. 

“I just don’t want you to think that you’re obligated to stay,” he offered, shrugging his shoulders. “You can have my bed until we can figure out some kind of a sleeping arrangement.”

“I wish sharing was an option,” she said absently, continuing to focus on the dog. “But you don’t have to give up your bed for me.”

“I insist,” he said. He walked over to the couch and plopped down on it. “I’m so tired, I’m just going to stay right here.”

“You’re still wearing your suit,” she pointed out.

“Don’t care. I know you don’t have a change of clothes with you, so feel free to wear something of mine.”

“You want me to go through your drawers?”

“Don’t know what you’d be comf…” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed, unable to finish the sentence.

Anna couldn’t help but smile at him; he certainly didn’t look comfortable laying on the couch like that, but she could only imagine how drained he felt.

But an hour later, she, too, would feel incredibly drained. She had yet to change out of the dress she was supposed to be buried in, and was sitting on the edge of Kristoff’s bed, watching television. The entire situation was difficult for her to wrap her head around, and it didn’t help that nearly every station was covering her story. She was grateful that Elsa had chosen a photo to release where she didn’t quite look like herself; a photo from when she was nineteen and had dyed her hair blonde. She was glad that it had been five years and the blonde was gone and she hoped that the world wouldn’t recognize her as the “dead girl” if she went out into it. 

She had never expected to see her own face on television in such a morbid, dismal way. Dubbed a “lonely tourist,” a part of her regretted ever venturing out to that ski resort in the first place. She wished she would’ve been content with the life she was living; just her and Elsa, in their childhood home. Reading books and tending to her garden, but always craving something more. She wondered how Elsa had been coping with all of this; she never ventured out of the house, due to her rampant fear of social situations. Anna was practically her caretaker, and now she’d have no one. She wished she could see her sister again. She wished she’d never left in the first place. 

Snapping out of her daydream and turning her attention back to the TV, the news reporters were now talking about how her murderer was still on the lam, and the large reward for information pertaining to the case. Upon hearing about the reward, she had a flashback to the viewing room; one of the first things that Kristoff had asked her was if she knew who murdered her. Was he out for the reward money? And the man in his car, Olaf, his “business partner.” What type of business were they running? Suddenly feeling very restless and alone, she turned off the television and went back into the living room.

She perched herself on the coffee table, a safe distance from the couch, and grabbed the remote. Gently, she poked Kristoff’s arm with it.

“Kristoff?” She whispered.

“Huh?” He stirred, his eyes barely opening. He wiped at his mouth and sat up slightly. “Is something wrong?”

“Not really,” she lied, but then decided honesty was more valuable. “Well, maybe a little. They were talking about me on TV.”

“What were they saying?”

“They’re calling me a ‘lonely tourist.’ They’re not wrong, but it’s weird.”

He was now wide awake, focusing solely on her. “I can only imagine.”

“Apparently there’s a big reward for finding the person who murdered me.”

The color drained from his face when she said that. “Yeah?”

She inhaled deeply. “You said Olaf was your business partner. What kind of business do you two run?”

“I have the music shop right downstairs,” he admitted, though it was a half-truth. That wasn't what she was asking.

“And Olaf?”

“He’s a private detective.”

“I guess I should just come out and say it,” she said, slightly frustrated at his hesitance. “Was I an opportunity for monetary gain?”

His eyebrows furrowed together. “Pardon?”

“The reward money. In that first minute, you made it a point to ask me who killed me. Was it for the reward money?”

“No!” He insisted. “It was for justice. I mean, the only reason I found out that it was you was because of Olaf and the reward. I had already agreed to go before he told me that it was you.”

“So, your business is to go to funerals, wake the dead, find out who killed them, and collect the reward money?”

“Yeah,” he answered sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Are you mad at me?”

She blinked. “I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to be mad when I’m sitting here in front of you and I should be six feet under.”

“I swear, I only go in with good intentions. To see justice be served. Killers behind bars. The reward money is a bonus; it’s how I keep the music shop in business.”

Her eyes softened. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”

“Don’t be - it’s a little shady. The entire thing was Olaf’s idea. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he saw me accidentally bring a man back to life and then immediately re-dead him. If he hadn’t seen me, I’d just be a guy with an ability that no one else knows about.”

“And I’d be in the ground,” she added.

He huffed out a nervous laugh. “Yeah.” 

“Part of me wishes that I’d never gone to that stupid ski resort. Why did I have to hate my life? Why couldn’t I just be satisfied with the life I had?”

He paused briefly before responding. “I think it’s natural for us to want to try new things.”

“I feel bad for my poor sister. She barely functioned when I was home, and she warned me about leaving, and now she thinks that I’m dead.” She buried her face in her hands.

“What about your mother?”

“She died a long time ago.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

She pulled her hands away from her face and ran her fingers through her hair. “You wouldn’t have known. Please don’t think that I’m not happy to be here, because I really am thrilled to be alive and with you, and I’m not taking any of this for granted. It just feels so...strange. Confusing.”

He nodded in agreement. “It will be an adjustment for both of us. There’s still a lot we have to talk about.” The truth about her father was one of the things that he knew he’d have to bring up eventually, though he was absolutely dreading the thought of it.

“I’m sorry for waking you up. I just needed someone to talk to.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her, laying back against the couch. “But you should try to get some sleep. It was kind of a crazy day for you.”

She placed her hands flat on her thighs for a minute before standing up. “Thank you again for rescuing me, today.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “And Anna? I just want you to know that I’d make the same decision again in a heartbeat. No doubt in my mind.”

“Thank you,” she blushed. “Goodnight, Kristoff.”

“Goodnight.”

And so she retreated to his bedroom, keeping her dress on and laying on top of his sheets. She still felt a bit restless, and so she turned to face the wall on the left side of the bed, lifted up her left arm and pressed her palm flatly against it.

Just on the other side of the wall, Kristoff had turned to face the inside of the couch. Unable to sleep and unaware that Anna was doing the same, he raised his right arm and placed his hand against the wall.

Unbeknownst to either of them, without the wall as a barrier of protection, their hands would be touching.