#friends forever. but the truth is. im so good at crashing in. making sparks and shit but then. im a bad. im a bad. im a bad friend. so don

[brightokyolights]

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[monitorchakas]

Im going to rate and write my onions of the halo games. I will be very fair 😏 in my ratings 🙂🙂🙂:

Halo Combat Evolved: my favorite halo game +1. I love how the weapons shoot, love the story, the sounds. I dont care if weapons are imbalanced or whatever its still fun on multiplayer. Only time plasma pistol is actually decent. The game that started it all.I still like playing the 2001 graphics oddly. They dont look ugly, just retro I might be looking through nostalgia lens but I don't think so. 11/10

Halo CEA : beautiful remake although lighting did detract from the spooky in some parts -1. Wish we had blur graphics, the graphics are starting to age. Loved the terminals and how they complemented primordium at the time which released a few months later 9/10

Halo 2: arbiter story introduced was such a brave move, weapons feel different from 1 but still good. Story is great even if they rushed. Makes me wonder what we missed. The ghosting issue was really annoying. (Referring to when images would imprint on screen for rest of mission) sword introduction nicee. Soundtrack is best one in the series and nkt because of the random artists that were brought in I could care less for those. Graphics aged pretty badly in some parts I feel like halo ce feels better. Might be because game was unfinished? 10/10

Halo 2A : blur graphics make me drool. Wish they made everything with blur. Its its the best thing ever to happen to halo. Wish they did ce. Terminals of sesa and spark chatting were great I really loved this, was a topic I always wanted them to explore. Spark's redesign is ugly and breaks canon -1. This game was very broken on launch, it would completely crash the xbox with no way to save coop campaign progress during the crashes -1 but thats prob because mcc was a hot mess 8/10 no you know what Im being a petty Spark fan. The blur graphics make this 10/10

Halo 3: I like the story but recent conversations with friends has made me realize how "damsel in distress" this game is among other stuff. Still some epic moments - finally seeing the ark 💕. Weapons sound awful -1 Like toys. They also are awful, most are useless -1 Punching seems to be very powerful. I used to think everyone dying was sad but starting to think bungie just was doing it to end the series those text terminals were great I legit printed them and read them at school. Hi Mendicant bias. Cortana and gravemind shaking the screen was the worst feature in halo history. -1 theres a lot of nostalgia attached to this game, I remember the incredible hype around it leading to release. But to be honest I can look past my nostalgia glasses on this one. Cutscenes are old but not awful. music was epic 7/10

Halo 3a : where the fuck is it

Halo 4 : forerunner trilogy based 💕 emotional chief. Beautiful graphics. Great story. I hate Chief's armor and it breaks canon -1 I don't like killing prometheans and most their guns -1 It didn't feel halo gameplay wise. Dunno why. Story felt halo although a bit complicated for some, but that shouldn't be an issue? Those terminals are everything I ever wanted and Im sad that we don't have more. Also Spartan ops was amazing omg. Music was meh could have been better 8/10

Halo 5 : hurr durr evil cortana -100 killed jul mdama -100 no coop -1000 chief and loce fistfight -100 ruined halo forever -100 ok ok positives, lets see. Blue team, the purple girl monitor, osiris team, arbiter, hunt the truth +100 Hunt the truth had nothing to do with the actual game -200 I missed out on renegades because halo 5 turned me off halo for like two years -100 halo 5 soiled the water supply burned our crops and delivered a plague onto our houses. I never played this game just watched it on youtube -1689/10

Halo Infinite : ok here we go... rushed game, not finished no coop -1 multiplayer broken -1 storyline is... very simple... doesn't feel epic like the others, but, its not a bad story (for the most part) so no subtraction. 0 mention of primordium.... Im not too thrilled at the boss battles concept simply because legendary is a breeze up until boss battles. So its imbalanced. No saving at checkpoints -1 eviltana is not an interesting story but I guess they had to solve it somehow. Her destroying the brutes homeworld was cringe -1 no video terminals-1 love the open world, love the look of the environments although we definitely need more environments. I love the weapons feel. The grapple is so incredibly fun. New characters are definitely loveable. Music is beautiful. 5/10 rating will change if they update it

Halo Reach : Noble team is awesome, music is awesome, story is awesome except for the fact that it breaks canon at some point in the end so -3 its a fun game, love getting something different from the usual Chief stories. Butts +1 Rogue one of halo franchise. 8/10

Halo ODST: so personal opinion... I can't stand how they act. That tough boy wanna piece of me funny guy machito is not my cup of tea -2 I loved Sadie's story/superintendent the guns are fun the game is still fun, I just dont enjoy the story from personal preference. Having to collect beacons to unlock story was extremely annoying -1 music was def a vibe but I didn't really download any of them either (not a negative, it def fit the game) I love non Chief games we nedd more. 7/10

The next games Ive barely played, but not by choice just don't have energy for rts

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Halo Wars 1 : solid storyline. Beautiful graphics. The little I played was fun up until anders started dying. Music is epic. Watched it all as a movie on youtube. 10/10

Halo Wars 2: that was blur again right? *Drools* new ai is baby. Good banished introduction. The ark looks beautiful. Good cliffhanger 10/10 Wheres my continuation?

Overall with all the extended lore we have a lot of good but boy does the bad have lasting repercussions...

[pinkykitten]

are you bored yet?

synopsis: with uncertainties in life you cant say for certain if you and fred being together is a good thing or bad thing. so many things are running through your mind as you spend watching the sunset with the love of your life, fred weasley. 

pairing: fred weasley x female! reader (i swear im like obsessed w him i need therapy fr) words: 1,503 genre: fluff omg so much, romance, song based, writing challenge, one-shot

a/n: so this is based on the song are you bored yet by wallows. and this is for the writing challenge of @lunalovecroft​. i had so much fun writing this and as u can tell im currently in a fred spiral and its out of control but idc tbh. he is so beautiful and yes he is invading my dreams every night. enjoy yall and hope u like also thnx for liking my recent fred drabble so much it means a lot to me and requests are open! ps i also tried to incorporate the words and meaning of the songs lyrics to the story hope that makes sense. 

The ocean waves crashed against the soft, cool sand. It would simmer and relax, but then the pent up frustration mixed with wind would allow it to meet and kiss the earth. 

The future always scared you. Somedays you looked forward to it and other days just the unknown was filled with anxiety. It was the feeling of not being able to control loss and love, happiness and sadness. You would find yourself some nights thinking about it, almost losing your mind. 

The sun was setting so peacefully and beautifully. It was something so simple yet something so divine and of such importance. You had faith in the sun and space. Yes, everything around you may be changing and things might be going wrong but one thing was for certain was that the sun was going to rise and set every day, when the sun rises that will be your new chance at starting anew. 

It was so peaceful. The smell of sea was so inviting and comforting. What was more comforting was how Fred let your head rest against his chest. The feeling of worn out cotton against your cheek, as you heard his heart beat almost at the same rhythm as yours. It was if you two were in perfect sync. The faint smell of cologne that Fred always used to try to impress you made you feel at home, along with a small smell of something unknown to you but only Fred had that smell. Maybe it was gingers own scent. 

You sighed, relaxing. 

“So, love, what do you think about the muggle world?” Fred asked, wiggling his brows like he was the man.

You looked up at his freckled face, from his chest, giggling, “You know I’ve been here before.”

Fred laid back down and enjoyed the moment with you. But something was eating you up inside. It was starting to bug you that everyone had a someone. Ron to Hermione. Harry to Ginny. You were starting to feel left behind in the crowd. Again with the uncertainty. Everyone was with their soulmate and you felt lonely. 

You didn’t realize Fred was eyeing you this whole time you had this battle in your head. He could tell something was off. “What’s wrong?”

You very much disliked confrontation so you pretended to fall asleep. 

“I saw you were awake Y/N,” Fred sat up. He was patiently, quietly waiting for your answer. 

You sat up, kicking your feet against the peak you two were sitting on. The warmness from the sun making you smile just a bit. “I wish we didn’t have to leave. That we could sit here for the rest of our lives.”

Fred chuckled, scooting closer to you and resting his head against your shoulder. Something sparked within you at the contact. You could feel his breath on your neck, feeling the hair stand up on its own. You leaned your head against his and sighed once again. 

“I wish I could sit here with you forever too sweetheart. But unfortunately we’re really not supposed to be here and I bet some muggles would find us and we’d be toast.” Fred kissed your knuckles. 

You distanced yourself away from him, worrying Fred with wide eyes. You couldn’t bear the physical connection you two had and not have something from it. Yes, you and Fred were friends but you were wanting more than that. You yearned for more than that. “There is just so much on my mind,” you said quietly. You can tell you hurt Fred’s feelings but you needed to know what Fred was doing to you. Why did he kiss your hands? Why did he want to be with you daily? You needed support, something stable in your life. 

“Feels like I've known you my whole life I can see right through your lies,” Fred was worried seeing you so distant. 

He was right. He knew you in and out. He knew when you were okay and when you were not. You leaned back, “I like this guy and I’m afraid he doesn’t like me.”

“That’s bonkers! Who wouldn’t like you Y/N?” Fred tried not to grit his teeth at his jealousy. This man was so lucky. 

“I’m afraid Fred. I don’t know if he’ll feel the same way and when we get older will he still feel the same way about me? There is so much to think about. What if something happens to him? I would fall apart, I would be living in fear and paranoia.” You clenched your fists. 

“Wow, you do really love this man?”

You huffed as you looked into Fred’s eyes for a split second, hoping he would get the hint. “I do, I really do.”

Fred was silent. He was playing with his fingers. He usually had always something to say, seeing him like this was odd. 

“If you could tell me how you're feeling,” you held Fred’s hand. 

“I don't know where we're going But I'd like to be by your side,” Fred blurted out. You gasped as you took your hands away and held onto to your skirt, holding in your breath. “I can’t go on living knowing I didn’t at least try to stop you from being with that other guy. I know you love him Y/N but I love you. I can’t do this anymore. Kiss only your cheek when I want to kiss your lips so bad. I can’t make believe that every time you hold my hand I don’t feel a spark. Or when you come to my room every time you have a nightmare. When we cuddle, how I carry you on my back. I can’t make believe that those things don’t affect me. I can’t keep putting this wall between us and making believe we’re not something worth fighting for. Tell you the truth baby, I’m smitten with you. I’m so madly in love with you.”

Your lips trembled as tears fell down your cheeks. Fred couldn’t help himself and also found himself emotional, wiping his tears with his jumper sleeve. Nobody knew what to do. “Why are you crying love?” Fred whispered. 

“Because the man that I was referring to and talking about was you Fred,” you said with tear soaked lips. The wind carried your tears away. “I love you Fred Weasley.”

You both were knew in this territory of love. Love that you would sacrifice everything and risk more. Love that was unconditional. It was awkward the air funnily. 

“So are we more than friends then? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” Fred was so shy. You both just confessed your loves for each other, nobody knew what to do. You both were just friends for so long. 

“When we get old, will we regret this?” You asked, bashfully. 

“I will never in my whole existence ever regret meeting you and being your love. No matter what tough trials come, I know I will always be by your side.”

“I will forever love you Fred. There is not one person on this world I love more than you. I’m so grateful I was sent to Hogwarts because you’re my favorite person.” You gave a small, genuine smile. “Maybe we'd get through this undefeated Holding on for so long.”

In one swift moment, Fred’s lips came crashing down against yours. It was with such passion and fire. Like Fred was preparing his whole life for this one spectacular moment. His lips moved against your and you couldn’t help but deepen the kiss by running your fingers through his orange locks and pushing him more towards you. You wanted everything he got. 

Fred pushed you back and wrapped his warm hands on the back of your neck. Your hands fell to his collar and you clutched onto it with all your might. You felt you might explode. Fred went from your lips to smothering you in kisses all over your face. You heard his laugh and saw his toothy smile but it was better because his freckled covered cheeks were such a cute pink. He was blushing the whole time. Fred kissed your nose and you and him laughed together, simply in love. He leaned his head against you for one moment and leaned back in his spot on the cliff. 

You were out of breath and stunned. Did that just happen? You were so happy it did. You sat there surprised by the amazing kiss, touching your lips and feeling them sting a little from the contact. It was incredible. The best sensation of your life. 

Fred saw you the whole time, smirking. He coughed to get your attention and your eyes traveled up to see the most amazing view. He was leaning back, his lean neck resting back against his shoulders as his adams apple bobbed. But what got you choked up was his lips were plump and wet from your twos make out session. His skin was flawless with his freckles and his eyes were bright and light from the sunsetting. The sun’s rays hit his face just perfectly to make him look like a prince. Like he came down from heaven. You were so dumbfounded at how a man could look this beautiful and handsome. 

Fred smirked as he bit his lip, winking, wanting to tease you, “I don’t know if you wanna get out of here or maybe go get a bite together as I’m your new boyfriend. I mean 'Cause we could stay at home and watch the sunset But I can't help from asking, Are you bored yet?"

a/n: ive been listening to this song on repeat and know its in my head and i just want to make an edit of fred for this song cuz he is so bf material. thnx for all the love and support stay safe guys and tysm. 

[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Sixteen

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff A/N: Sorry this took forever! I know I been slacking plus my internet being bullshit. I should be back on my jam though soon! 

“So when I get back we gotta get the living situations figured out.” Colson said into the receiver, his phone cradled in between his cheek and shoulder as he focused on rolling the joint in front of him, “We gotta get all your stuff across the country.”

“What are you talking about?” Tiffany chuckled from her end of the line, her voice light and airy and making Colson miss home more than ever before. 

“What do you mean, ‘What am I talkin’ ‘bout?’” Colson asked, confusion contorting his voice slightly as he furrowed his brow before licking the glue of the paper and twisting the spliff closed. 

“I’m not moving in with you, Colson.” She replied, her tone obvious and knowing. He could picture her rolling her eyes at him and giving him that look she always gave him, but this time, instead of making him smile and laugh, irritation prickled through him as he snatched the lighter out of Rooks hand beside him. He ignored the “What the fuck?” from his friend and stood from the couch, his feet stomping loudly as he retreated to the bedroom of the suite.

“The fuck you mean you’re not movin’ in?” Colson demanded as he slammed the door to the room shut. His voice was lowered but still stained with venom as he gritted his teeth and walked towards the balcony. 

Colson heard her sigh as he sparked the joint, annoyance bleeding through the line when she replied, “I’ve already explained this shit to you, Colson, please don’t.”

“Nah, fuck that,” he retorted, inhaling deeply from the joint, “It ain’t cuz your fuckin’ job. I talked to Reedus and he straight up said you could work from wherever.”

“The fuck? You went behind my back and-“

“Nah, stay on the fuckin’ subject, bitch.” Colson interrupted, hitting the joint again quickly, “I want the real fuckin’ reason. You’re supposed to be my goddamn wife.” 

“Oh what the fuck ever, Colson,” Tiffany huffed, her voice raising with her anger, “I don’t wanna hear that shit. Im not some dumb fucking bimbo like all the other bitches you keep around.”

“So now we back on this bullshit, huh?”

“Do you really think I’m stupid, Kels? Seriously? Or blind or some shit?” Tiffany snapped, yelling through the phone, “I see everything, even when I’m not fucking there. Like the three blonde whores that were in the hotel last night. Or the brunette in the bus the night before. Or the-“

“Forreal? So now you’re on some stalker shit?” Colson replied, a sarcastic chuckle leaving his lips before taking another hit, “You think I’m fuckin around?”

“Stalker shit?!” Tiffany shreaked, her voice so loud, he had to pull the screen away from his ear, “You think that’s me being a fuckin’ stalker, mother fucker? Are you on fucking crack?”

A loud, guttural, roar came through the line, followed by the loud crash of something glass breaking in the background. 

“Sounds like some shit a stalker would do.” Colson replied with a shrug, taunting her. 

“Fuck you, Colson. You’re a fucking bitch, you know that? This whole fucking engagement is just as much a big ass joke to you as it is me.”

“So its all a joke, huh?” Colson asked, his lips hissing as he held in a cloud of smoke for a moment before letting it be pushed from his lungs, “Me asking you to marry me in front of fifty thousand people was a fucking joke?”

“Apparently! You flew to fucking Paris the next night and fucked four different bitches, you nasty fucking whore!” She screamed back, her voice cracking and hoarse. Colson pictured her crying, mascara running down her face as she yelled at him with all the anger in her heart that he had in his. Except he was angry at himself. 

He knew people were taking pictures when he walked through that hotel, and he knew that that dumb slut had been recording on the bus, and that someone had seen him in Paris. Cameras were constantly in his face no matter where he was.  He didn’t know why, but for some reason he just believed it either wouldn’t get back to her, or that she somehow magically wouldn’t care. 

He knew better. 

“You know how fucking embarrassing it is to have your engagement in a TMZ article one night and then see one with your fiancé with another bitch right beside it the next day?” Tiffany gritted out, her voice low and seething, “But did you hear me say one fucking thing about it to you? Huh? Or any of the others? Huh?”

Grinding his teeth together, Colson couldn’t even get his jaw to open as he ground out a “No.”

“And now you wanna throw a fucking tantrum and wonder WHY I won’t throw every thing that I’ve busted my ass for over the last year away for you? Why I refuse to call you anything other than my good friend, even though right now I wouldn’t consider you that, either.”

“So what? You never wanted to marry me? Everything don’t mean shit?” He huffed, his chest tightening as he stomped the rest of the roach into the ashtray forcefully.

“Of course I want to marry you, Colson! But we both know that you’re not fucking serious about any of it! I’m not going to call you my husband when every time I open Twitter, I’m being tagged in videos of you with your tongue down another bitches throat!” 

“Mannn,” Colson whined, sucking his gums before standing up and leaning over the balcony, the Italian skyline boring and unappealing to him as he fought with her, “I didn’t fuck none of them bitches, and you know that.”

“No, I don’t.” She replied, her voice even, though still venomous, “When you’re Machine Gun Kelly, you have no rules. You do whatever you want, without consequence.”

Colson knew she was right, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. But he also knew that he was telling her the truth, he hadn’t fucked anyone else but her, which made him all the more frustrated. He wanted her to believe him, but he understood why she couldn’t. His chest ached with the need for her to trust him, but hell, could he really even trust himself?

Before he had a chance to think of a reply, she continued, “I’m supposed to be apart of the family but my own brother has your back more than mine. Slim, Dre, all of them, they look at you like you really are some golden god or something that can do no wrong. They look at me like they did Ashley and Amber- temporary. Which is exactly why Rook didn’t want me with you. He knew this was how it was gonna go.”

Her voice was still low but the anger and hate was gone, replaced by sadness and defeat, “I let you back in my life as Colson, forgetting that I know Machine Gun Kelly too. While I’m in love with both, right now neither one is ready to get married.”

“So what? You don’t wanna be with me or somethin’?” Colson questioned, pushing off the railing and moving to sit back down in the chair, his back hunched over as he rested his elbow on his knee, “If you been feelin’ like this, why haven’t you said shit?”

She sighed again, her breath shaky as she sniffed, “I want to be with you, Cols. I really do. I love you, but if we’re going to be serious then you need to be serious.”

“I am serious, Tiff. I’m not playing when I said I didn’t fuck them chicks. Yeah, I shouldn’t have been doing that shit regardless, but I never put my dick in them. This shit ain’t easy for me, and I need you to tell me when I’m outta pocket. Especially if it got you feelin’ like this.” 

“I’m not tryna change who you are, Kels. I want you to know that.”

“I know you ain’t. But if I want you to be my wife then there’s shit I gotta do.”

Colson took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh, relief flooding through him at the knowledge that she wasn’t going to leave him. Determination replaced his anxiety and anger and he straightened his posture, rubbing his jaw with his fingertips as he thought to himself. 

“I love you, Tiff. An’ I don’t care what you say, you’re gonna marry me. I’mma prove to you that I’m serious about this shit, for real.”

She let out a chuckle, the sound making him smile, “I hope so, Kels. Just stop with the moving shit, please?”

His smile widened as he let out his own snort, “Oh, baby, gimme a month and you’ll be the one begging to move in.”

—

Tiffany sat at the baggage claim, scrolling through her Instagram feed with a bored look on her face while she waited for her luggage to come through the revolving belt. She smiled at the screen in her hand, unable to keep the eye roll from appearing as she watched her brother’s story. A obviously drunk Colson pointed to the camera, his grin goofy and pale eyes unfocused.

“What do you wanna say to the folks at home, Kels?” Rook laughed, his own voice laced with inebriation.

“I jus’ wanna say that I fucking love you, Tiffany Cappalletty.” Colson slurred, his lips puckering as he leaned in to kiss the phone, “Muah! I love you baby, I miss you, and I’ll be home soon!”

Tiffany snorted and shook her head, clicking the screen closed when she finally spotted the black and purple luggage being spat out of the machine. 

She cocked and eyebrow at the man standing in front of her when she turned around after pulling her bag off the conveyor belt, “You seen me struggle with that shit and just let it happen, asshole.”

“It was cute. Plus I wanted to see the pride in your eyes when you got to done.” Her father responded with a shrug, pulling her into his side as his arm wrapped around her shoulders. “How was your flight, baby girl?” 

“Fine, when the thing finally took off.” She scoffed, shaking her head as they headed towards the exit and into the parking garage. 

“Everything’s all set up, right?” Tiffany questioned, her eyes narrowing as she looked to her dad over the top of the car after opening the door, “You did what I asked?”

“Yes, dear,” he replied sarcastically, smirking at his daughter before climbing into the vehicle, “Only one small issue.”

“Oh Lord,” Tiffany whined as she plopped herself into the seat with a groan, “What the fuck happened?”

“Nothing major,” Pop clarified, smirking at her as he reversed out of the parking space, “Just a small change of plans.”

The ride back to her dads house was easy and quick as the duo talked and listened to music like they always did, and Tiffany’s smile was beaming when they finally pulled into the drive way. 

It faded, through, when she noticed how many cars where parked around the street. 

“Daaaad, they fucking didn’t!” She groaned, stomping her feet childishly before pushing the door to the car open and climbing out, “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Her father’s explanation iwas cut short when the front door of the house burst open, Colson, Rook, Slim, and Baze all bounding out recklessly with beaming smiles on their faces.

“Tiffanyyyyyy!” Slim screeched before tackling the poor girl, a deep whoosh of breath leaving her when her back hit the plush grass. A dog pile ensued, with Colson being the at the top, Tiffany’s breath crushed out of her but a smile still planted across her face. 

“Get the fuck off me, assholes!” She choked, smacking Slim’s side and Rook’s head the best she could. The boys rolled off of her, all laughing as they pulled her to her feet. Colson snatched her hand easily and reeled her into him, his lips attaching to hers as his long arms wrapped around her tiny frame. 

“Tryna throw a party without me, I see.” Colson teased, nodding his head to towards the thumping music coming from the house.

Tiffany smirked and rolled her eyes, her hand coming across to smack his chest, “You’re the one that started without me.”

“Well lets go play catch up, girl!” Her father laughed, waving everyone inside.

Colson pulled her into his side, his arm draped over her shoulders as he leaned in to kiss her temple. “It’s good to be home.”

“Yeah,” she replied, looking up to him with a smile, “it really is.”

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[xiaojusaur]

Beta Affair Pt. 4

I felt like updating today! So here’s part 4! I hope you guys like it!! 

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Today was the day of the convention. You were kinda jumpy because you were excited, but you were trying to conceal it since it was your nature to not show your feelings. 

Nikky said “Why are you so hyper? Calm down please.”

Emmy laughed at you and said “Aww! Leave her alone, she’s seeing her Taehyung today.” She made emphasis on his name.

You scuffed “Girls! Stop! I’m just going to a convention with him. Nothing extraordinary, just two random people going to a videogames convention. We might even fight and all.”

“Yeah, a kiss fight maybe,” said Aria.

You rolled your eyes and went to get dressed. Your choice of clothes for today were comfy but pretty. Some high-waisted jeans and a turtle neck, along with some Converse. To try to look decent, you decided to apply some makeup on.

When you went out of your room, your friends were all waiting for you. They all had smirks on their faces, you knew already what they were thinking. “I don’t wanna hear it!” You heard them giggle behind your back.

Amy said “Hey, you look pretty! Are we ready to go?”

“I think so, yeah,” you said kinda nervous. “Let me text him to check if he arrived.”

 You: Hey, are you there already?

He replied almost instantly, as if he was waiting for your text.

Tae: Yeah, I’m waiting for you.

You: Then I’m on my way to kick your ass.

Tae: We’ll see about that.

 “He’s there, let’s go!” You said all excited, grabbing Emmy by her wrist.

Nikky said “Someone’s excited. I swear if you don’t at least kiss today I’m gonna make it happen.”

You started thinking about that. What if you guys had to kiss? What if he wanted to kiss you? It’s not like you don’t wanted it to happen, but just the mere thought of his lips getting closer and touching yours was giving you chills. What if everything went wrong and you mess up the kiss?

When you came back to reality you saw Aria waving a hand in front of you “Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are we going or not?”

You shook your head “Y-yeah! What are we waiting for?!” You all walked outside to wait for the bus.

 You guys were at the entrance of the place. The moment of truth hit you and suddenly you started panicking. “I don’t think this was a good idea… Let’s go back!”

“What are you saying?! We traveled thirty minutes for you to say you don’t want to enter?! You better get your ass in there or else I’m going to kick you!” said Caroline.

“Ugh fine!”

When you were about to enter you texted him again

You: Im here

Tae: Where? I’m gonna look for you

You: Catch me if you can!

Tae: Don’t play this game with me. Come to me if you see me first.

Why were you nervous? It was just a normal date with Taehyung. You needed to calm down, but the fact that you were going to see him any time now was making you anxious. Your eyes were everywhere when you entered, trying to spot him but there was a lot of people! Most of them were playing in some big TV’s while they had and audience screaming for their favorite.

You heard your friends giggling behind your back and when you were about to turn around, someone covered your eyes with their hands. By the length of the hands you already knew who it was.

“Taehyung I know it’s you,” you said with a fake annoyed voice.

He uncovered your eyes and you turned around to be greeted by his beautiful boxy smile. He hugged you tightly and this time, you hugged him back. He smelled really nice and you took your time to enjoy the scent.

“I found you quickly, you see?” He said with his beautiful deep voice.

“I see. Did they kick your ass already?” you asked trying to conceal your nerves.

“Not yet, I was waiting for you to do the honors.”

Aria suddenly reminded you they were there by saying “We’re gonna walk around, text if you need us.” And with that, they were gone, leaving you alone again.

 Taehyung was looking at you when you looked at him. “Why are you staring? That’s rude.”

“I’m not staring, I’m just admiring your beauty.” Here we go again! He starts flirting with you and you start blushing while trying to deny that you like him too.

“Let’s see if we can find any free spot to play, so you could ‘kick my ass’ like you said,” he said, making the quotations with his fingers.

“I will kick your ass, don’t underestimate me, sir.”

“We’ll see about that.” He smirked!

 You guys found a free console with Smash Bros in it. He sat on one of the chairs, inviting you to the other. “Do you know how to play this or is this where I kick your ass?”

You scuffed “Of course I know how to play this, who doesn’t know?” The truth is you did know how to play, you just weren’t a master in it so the chances of getting your ass kicked were high. Still, you decided to give it a try. He passed you the controller, you picked your character and quickly the game started. As expected, he was a master in it and he beat you. He started laughing and you laughed with him but also rolled his eyes.

“You were saying?” He said looking at you with a smirk.

“Oh shut up!” You pushed him playfully. “Look for something I play and see me kick your ass.”

You started walking around, looking for a free spot and also watching other people play. It was a fun day already.

Taehyung walked you where his friends were. You were shocked to see they were all attractive! You couldn’t stop looking at them. Taehyung noticed and said jokingly “Stop looking at them like that, I might get jealous.”

He introduced you to them “Hey guys! This is the girl I talked to you about, Y/N.” They all put their eyes on you and smiled. The one that was playing said without taking his eyes off the game “Hey! You’re the ass kicker? Nice to meet you! I want to play a match with you so stay around please.”

You looked at Taehyung and he smiled to you, leaving you breathless. You guys waited for Jungkook to finish and then he lend you his remote. You sat by his side and with an evil smirk you said “Im gonna kick your ass!”

“Suuure!” he said sarcastically.

You guys started the match and after a few minutes, you won. You screamed “HAH! I TOLD YOU!!” He started laughing, making you swoon on the inside, the sound of his laugh was the best.

Jungkook then asked to play a match with you and you kindly accepted. This time, you lost but it was okay, he was a master in this. 

Taehyung placed his hand gently on your shoulder and said “Should we walk around again?”

“Sure! Let’s go.” Then you look at the other guys and said “It was nice meeting you!”

You and Tae were walking around, seeing the different booths and stuff when suddenly you felt his hand touching yours. The butterflies in your stomach started dancing instantly. He slid his hand in yours slowly, like asking silently to interwine his fingers with yours. Of course, you let him and suddenly you were holding hands. Your hand was small inside of his, but he held it cautiously, almost shyly. His hand was warm and soft, making you want to hold it forever. 

You started blushing furiously and he noticed it because he smirked. You tried to hold your laugh but he also noticed it and said “I can let go if you want,” trying to unhand you but you almost ripped his wrist, holding his hand tightly. He hummed and said “I see. Can we talk about this?” 

You tried to play the fool and asked “”About what?” He just answered raising your holding hands. You rolled your eyes and started laughing. 

“Im being serious, Y/N. We need to talk about our feelings.”

“Just let me think about what I feel okay? I’m not sure of what Im feeling.”

“How arent you sure? Youre holding my hand. If you didnt want me, you wouldve let go a while ago.”

“I just like the feeling of your hand, okay? It’s nice.” You said holding a laugh and he laughed with you. 

You were walking near a hidden hallway, guessing there were the bathrooms of the place, when out of nowhere Tae pulled you to it, making your back crash on the wall. He was now pinning you against the wall, each of his arms on each side of your head. You were sure you were hyperventilating now. 

“Stop playing tough, I know what you’re doing.” he said, the breeze that emits his words hitting your face. His breath smelled like mint, making you want to kiss him. 

“Oh yeah? And what is it that I’m doing?” You played the fool. 

“Y/N, I know this may be the first you feel something like this but please, you need to be as clear as water with me. Do you like me?” His eyes were fixed on yours, expecting your answer.

“Taehyung I- I- I dont know.” you stuttered. You blushed because he was so close and he was making this questions, expecting you to answer right away. What if this was just something platonic? You were really sure that you liked him, hell! He made you feel things you havent felt before but what if after your dreams came true, he just disappears? Or what if you didnt feel the same spark again?

He didn’t let you think though, he started getting closer and closer to your mouth. You couldn’t think fast so you just let it happen. His perfect lips touched yours in a gentle kiss. You were in shock, you couldn’t move. Meanwhile he was pressing his lips on yours like if he had been waiting his whole life for this, with his eyes closed. You couldn’t close yours because of the shock, but you finally relaxed and eased into it, placing your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands held you by the waist, pushing you to the wall bur his body was all over yours. If you got any closer, you’ll have to merge into one. His lips were soft and warm and it seemed like if he stopped breathing just to savour the moment. 

After a little while, he pulled away, looking deep into your eyes. “What do you feel now?” He said with a breathy tone, giving you goosebumps, not letting you process what just had happened. 

“Taehyung, I like you. Heck I do! But I dont know if this would work. I mean, you’re from the other side of the world, we basically just met. I feel so much for you, like... I get a kaleidoscope of butterflies in my stomach everytime I see you, you held my hand and I just wanted you to hold me forever, and now you just kissed me and wow! I-” he interrupted you again, with another kiss. He pecked your lips sofly. 

“That’s a nice way of telling me to shut up,” you smiled. 

“Just let me love you, Y/N. Enjoy the moment while it last, we’ll make it work someway.” He said while hugging tightly. His arms were the safest place to be. “Now stop playing hard to get and kiss me.” He was holding you close and was about to kiss you again but you started laughing.

“Are we gonna spend the rest of the day here? In a sketchy hallway, kissing each other?” you asked jokingly. “If that’s what you want, why not? I could kiss you for hours and not get tired of your lips.” His confession made you blush. You just couldn’t believe yet that this was happening. 

“Im joking. Let’s go around.” He took your hand in his, like if this was normal already and you started walking around. 

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At the end of the day you were with Taehyung and his friends. Your friends were gone to go eat and, as always, left you alone. Jungkook was the winner of the Overwatch tournament and you guys went to a restaurant to celebrate. There you hung out with the guys and got to meet them a little. Some of them were drunk already and were making jokes while laughing hard. Taehyung didnt drink, so he was okay, he was all into you. 

You guys couldnt stop looking at each other and he won’t let go of your hands. Drunk Jimin started making fun of you two, “Look at them. They look like lovebirds.” He was giggling cutely.

 Jungkook took the chance too, “They won’t even get their hands off each other. I don’t want to imagine what would happen if we leave them alone.” 

“Nothing! Taehyung is a chicken!” said Yoongi laughing while looking at Tae.  

“Come on guys! Leave them alone! They are in love, that’s normal,” said Namjoon, acting like the father of the group. “Yah! Taehyungie! Safety always you know. If you need anything let me know,” said Jin while holding a laugh. 

Suddenly your phone started ringing. It was Nikky: “Yo’ bitch! Where the fuck are you? We want to go already, we’re tired. Unless you’re getting the D.”

 You started laughing. “No, Im not! We were eating, I’ll be on my way.”

After you hung up you told Tae “I need to go, my friends are tired.”

“It’s okay! I’ll take you to them,” he said while caressing your hair.

After saying your goodbyes to the drunken friends, you both headed out for where your friends were. They weren’t far from where you guys were, so you went walking, hand in hand of course. 

“So did you have fun?” he asked, trying to make conversation. “Yeah, it was an interesting day,” you said and loo up at him. He smiled and you smiled back. “So? When are we going to see each other again?” “Whenever you want... you still have time here, dont you?” “Yeah, I’ll visit you. Or if you want, you can come to my hotel room.” “I’ll try to visit you.” You held his hand tightly. You could already see your friends’ faces while watching you being hand in hand with Tae. You were trying not to laugh.

You said hello as if nothing was happening, they were just in shock. 

“Sooo... we leaving? Im sleepy,” said Nikky.

“Sure, let’s go.” 

They also didnt expect what happened next: You hugged Taehyung tightly and without thinking, you crashed your lips with his. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you to him.The kiss turned a little passionate. 

While you guys were kissing, your friends were looking at each other confused, shocked but nevertheless, proud of you.

A little later, you guys pulled away, both with rossy cheeks. “Goodnight, see ya later.” He said while cupping your face and planting a kiss on your forehead. When you turned to your friends, they were all smirking. “What?” you said holding a laugh. 

“I see you’re improving...” said Aria.     

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You were about to go to sleep when your phone rang, it was Taehyung 

Tae: Thanks for spending time with me today, it was fun <3 I still cant get off my mind your lips ;) Sleep well princess, see you soon. 

[whichie]

Class Ghost, Ch. 5

summary: 

Shouto roams the halls of UA as a ghost, lost to who he was before and how he got to be who he is now.

Izuku feels like there's something missing from his life at UA, and he doesn't know what. But this ghost boy looks awfully familiar, and it's just not in him to let a poor soul wander forever without figuring out who murdered him first.

Together, they thwart bad guys and somehow fall in love along the way.

(the ghost/murder mystery au that nobody asked for)

a/n: yeah, its been a pretty long hiatus, but im back in the groove okay i promise this time.

read it on ao3

chapter 1

Shouto could feel himself slipping more and more each day. It was like he was fading slowly into nothingness, an ink drop in a glass of water.

Dissolving in memories he can't remember.

Hearing the man again and again like he's right over Shouto’s shoulder, ready to scream and wail about… something. A thing. It might not be working.

But then again, it could be working just fine.

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He's wandering more lately. When the others sleep. When they're in class, out of class. It's like a switch suddenly turning off in his head, and he could only aimlessly walk to an unknown destination.

He felt desperate to get there. Desperate to leave there. Shouto didn't know if he's talking about one location or two, or three, or four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…

Suddenly, there’s explosions everywhere. Crashing and screaming like before. It crushed his chest and bruised his soul. Or maybe that's his arm. He looks down in a haze, and yup, his arm was doing more than bruising. Blood was everywhere, his blood, he thinks. His blood was everywhere and there's another voice now, closer. Right in his ear, behind the ringing and screaming, was a babble of worried words. Words, words, words.

Shouto is gone. He felt when it happened. One minute he's there in a room. God, what room was he in? One moment he's in a room with his forehead pushed between his knees into the soft carpet in an effort to stop the dizziness, then the next he's staring at a dingy ceiling with his back aching from the hard surface he's tied to. He saw a man to his right thrashing around like a crazed animal, shoving computers and papers off tables in a fit of rage. Someone else was grabbing him, but he can't make out who. They're shrouded too much in shadow. Shouto’s wrists and ankles burned like never before, his whole body felt like it got pushed through a shredder, and he's starving, but that wasn't the worst part. The worst thing was when the raging man turned to Shouto, and he saw cracked lips and pale skin that looked ready to crumble the second you touched it. His eyes bore into Shouto and held him still.

And then he disappeared. It all did. The men and the ceiling and the heavy weight to his limbs. It all went away in place of the worn carpet his face was against. The other voice was back again, but it's calming and only a little frantic. Shouto instinctively moves toward it, and the next moment he felt solid arms wrapping him in a hug and rubbing soothing circles in his back.

He opened his eyes and immediately closed them from the blinding light. He felt like he’d been in the dark for months, and the bright world outside was trying to make him go blind. He thought he moaned in pain, and the voice faltered. It picked back up again this time, a little quieter, and he didn't know he needed that until his ears stopped shooting sparks into his head. All his senses were heightened to an agonizing level, and then it all melted away, leaving him feeling like he had cotton stuffed inside of him.

“... alright, okay. It's going to be fine, it’ll pass, you just have to be strong.” Only then did Shouto recognize that voice as Izuku’s, and overwhelming relief washed over him. He slumped into Izuku’s shoulder and closed his eyes again, listening to his voice calm him.

Later, when Izuku asked what that was all about, Shouto could only shrug with a helpless look on his face. He couldn't remember what had happened.

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Izuku was worried. Really, really, really worried. Two times now has Shouto lost his sense of self and gone ghost, literally. It took all his strength and cunning, and most of the time not even that was enough, to figure out how to snap him out of his episode when Izuku could barely even get a grasp on Shouto’s physical form.

And the worst part was having to hear the things that came out of his mouth. Screams and wails interspersed with pleas to make it stop, and it broke Izuku’s heart.

It felt all too casual on Shouto’s end, like he was brushing it under the rug in hopes that Izuku wouldn't notice. Or maybe he really was forgetting every instance, and maybe that was for the best. The things Shouto had witnessed didn't seem like something he would like to remember, but it would help to know at least what was haunting his friend.

And yes, Izuku sees the irony in that.

Though Shouto acted— or not acted? He's not ruling out the possibility that Shouto really was losing his memory— like nothing was wrong, he didn't look it. His face was pale and wan, and he’s either shivering with cold or silently suffering through what could be heat flashes. He looked skinnier, too, which was impossible since he’s already dead and he can't lose weight when he doesn't eat. All in all, Shouto looked to be in desperate need of a mood lifter, and Kirishima just gave Izuku one on a silver platter.

“I don't know how to play,” Shouto said, and looked cautiously toward the controller and back, like it would bite his hand off if he tried to touch it.

“Even better, dude, I love schooling newbies,” Kirishima practically shouted in Shouto’s ear as he looped his arm around his shoulders and dragged him to the couch. There was almost no resistance, Izuku was quite proud.

Mina perked up from her spot on the kitchen counter at the first notes of the theme song, and practically leaped her way over the lounge, yelling the whole time, “I call Bowser!”

That, in turn, got Kaminari’s attention. “Mario Kart, hell yeah.”

And Izuku, who had been content with being off to the side watching, was cajoled into being the fourth player. He pretended to be a reluctant participant, but in truth he didn't mind that much. The relieved look Shouto sent his way when he agreed to join was just a bonus.

As predicted, it soon turned into a bloodbath. Kirishima and Mina were elbowing and kicking each other as distractions, all the while Kaminari was actually trying to teach Shouto the rules of the game and what all the buttons did. Izuku had the advantage of not being distracted or a total spaz while playing, and got first place in most of their rounds, which sparked another argument on whether or not he’s cheating, which hey, rude. Shouto had been quiet throughout most of this debacle, but Izuku didn't miss the small smile that was on his face, and he totally counted that as a win.

It was Kirishima who suggested rainbow road, and that's when things really went downhill. Well, for Izuku and Shouto at least. The other two were quite happy at crushing each other to dust until one rose from the ashes to rub it in the others’ face while Kaminari cheered them on. It was all very amusing and well worth his time, and certainly when Mina cussed out Kirishima for a dirty, so unmanly trick that made Shouto laugh with his whole body. The kind of laugh that lasted minutes and was utterly beautiful. And then he thought oh, no.

Oh, okay then. Thats— it's just. Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, he chanted in his head as he just stared. At Shouto. And his face that (apparently???) was really pretty. How had he not noticed this? It seemed impossible not to now that he’s aware. He can't look away and it's starting to border on creepy, but he’s too flustered to do anything but violently wrench his head toward the tv and hope no one saw his lapse in sanity. They hadn’t, thankfully, and he could wallow in his existential crisis in peace.

This was where he excelled, he could think through this. Well, he would if he could concentrate, but Shouto’s arm kept brushing his, and he felt every chuckle reverberate through his body because that couch was way too small to comfortably fit four people.

And so it pained him to do it, but he had to excuse himself to his room, claiming he was tired and wanted to go to bed. As expected, there were groans and whines from the three doofuses and a questioning silence from Shouto, but Izuku couldn't focus on that or else he’ll say something stupid like, Your hair is really cute and your eyes are mesmerizing. So he got the hell out of there as fast as he could.

He did not miss the concerned look Shouto sent him, but he chose to ignore it for his own health. He couldn't get a heart attack as a teenager, could he? Because Shouto was definitely going to give him one.

When he was finally in the relative safety of his dorm, he crashed on his bed, buried his head in his pillow, and let himself freak out.

This wasn't like his other crushes, that now that he had something to compare them to, were more like skin deep infatuations. He remembered feeling something like this around Uraraka when he first met her, but soon he had felt like himself again. But this. This was those innocent butterflies on crack.

Memories came to Izuku’s mind where Shouto was kind to him, or one of the others, and he had thought, sweet. Or when he would offer to help Izuku study, but distract him because Shouto couldn't stop saying hilarious things on accident. Izuku realized that not only was he pretty (okay, beautiful, but he’s not ready to think that one aloud right now even though he kind of already did, but that's besides the point), but he's also funny and nice and a good friend.

Shit, Izuku is fucked.

There was a soft knock on his door a few minutes into his freak out, and he didn't want to get up, but then an equally soft voice came from the other side, hesitantly asking, “Izuku, are you okay? You looked a little sick when you left.” And that jacked his pulse up and made his heart go into double time. Without thinking he lept out of his bed and ran to the door, yanking it open to reveal Shouto standing there with a slightly surprised face that quickly smoothed over into his normal, neutral face, but Izuku could see right through it (man, when did he be able to do that?).

He could feel his face flush, but he managed to stammer out, “Oh, yeah, I'm okay. Just got a little queasy for a second,” and when that didn't make Shouto relax, he repeated, “I'm fine, really. Thanks for checking up on me, though.”

That rewarded him with a small smile that lit up Shouto’s whole face, but you wouldn't be able to tell unless you were looking for it. And he was. Fuck, he was looking for it and it let loose a veritable army of butterflies in his chest, trying to break their way out and spill his secret.

“If you're sure,” Shouto said after a moment, and Izuku forgot they were having a conversation. “Good night.”

Then he left and made it halfway down the hallway before Izuku shouted out a “You, too! Uh, good night, that is. Good night to you, too.” And he mentally face palmed at his idiocy.

When he flopped back on to his bed, he couldn't stop smiling. This was something that could actually go good for once, if he went at it at the right angle. He needed to know if his feelings were returned, and for that he would need to talk to someone who’s much better at this kind of thing. Maybe Uraraka, or Mina. Really anybody but the guys. He sees them try to woo the girls from time to time, and they are all terrible.

He started to drift off to sleep with some semblance of a plan in his mind, when one thought shattered it all to pieces and made his heart drop into his stomach. Shouto was dead. He was a ghost and Izuku didn't know if he felt things like living people did. He didn't know if Shouto would want to be in a relationship with someone who constantly reminded him of what he could never have. And Izuku wouldn't put him through that.

He wouldn't. Fuck, he couldn't put Shouto through that.

Sometimes Izuku wished he was a worse person, so that he could have the things he wanted in life.

[allforthecourtt]

writing prompt (if u want) : andrew and neil met before while neil was someone else and broke andrew's heart by leaving/vanishing/faking death/idfk and then neil just shows up like no ?? u are like chris or some name and u r dead what is going on and how dare u

so we’re going to pretend im not the shittiest person ever and didn’t take like a week to write this 2000 word thing but anyways hope u like it :)

(PART TWO)

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The shock of the exy racquet crashing into Neil’s stomach was secondary to the shock that came from seeing Andrew Spear again.  While his lungs screamed for air, his brain screamed for an escape.  To run.  And never stop running again.

The edges of his vision turned as black as the shirt Andrew wore the first time they’d met those few years ago.  It had been a startlingly warm day, aided by the fact that Nathaniel and his mother had just migrated south again from Montreal.  California was everything and nothing that Nathaniel, no, Chris, had expected.  It was hot, and there was the smell of salt in the air from the Pacific Ocean – that Chris had known would be there.  He hadn’t counted on people being so open.  Maybe that’s why he was so drawn to Andrew, a spot of darkness against the ever sunny sky.  Andrew had never been an easy read.

The first time Andrew spoke to him, it was because he had gotten into a fight with a teacher.  Neil had left the classroom at the end of the day with his head down, hugging his books close to his body.  He didn’t know how long he’d stay here, but the fact that his mother had let him attend school was a good sign that they’d be in California for a while.  Still it wasn’t a good idea to make friends or have ties here.  Nobody should remember his face.

“You know,” Neil had heard him say as he passed a tree on the edge of the school’s property, “For someone who’s trying to keep a low profile you sure do love to get in a fight.”

He turned and came face to face with the blonde.  Andrew hadn’t mastered the look of complete apathy yet and his eyes revealed the tiny spark of interest Neil had put there.

“For someone who’s barely four feet tall you sure do love antagonizing people,” Neil responded.

“A talent.” Andrew narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?”

“Christopher Bassett,” Neil lied.

Andrew’s hand rubbed absent mindedly at his inner forearm, covered by long sleeves.  “No.  That’s not it.”

“That’s all there is,” Neil lied again.

“You’re a bad liar.” Neil scoffed, but Andrew ignored him and continued, “but I mean, California is supposed to be full of actors, so what’s one more, right?”

“Why do you care so much?” Neil finally snapped at him.

Andrew sighed. “Because I don’t trust you.”

“And that matters to me?” Neil asked.

“It should.”

Neil laughed under his breath.  “Okay, well, let me know when you have a real reason and maybe I’ll talk to you.” Neil turned and started to walk away from Andrew when he felt the other boy grab his arm and stop him from leaving.

“I recognize the look on your face, okay? I’m…” Andrew took a deep breath, steadying himself, “I’m a foster kid too.  I just want to…. You’re safe right?”

Neil paused, “What?”

“You’re safe, aren’t you? You… The place is safe, right?” Andrew asked quietly.

Neil’s brow furrowed as he searched Andrew’s stoic face for a reason that he’d be asking that question, but there was nothing present in his emotion.  No matter how hard Neil tried he couldn’t get a read on him.

“Yeah,” Neil finally answered, “I’m safe.”

Andrew nodded once and then released Neil’s arm from his grip before leaning back against the tree.  “I’ll see you here tomorrow,” he said.  Not quite a question, but not quite a statement either.  Neil just nodded and then started on the path towards the house he and Mary were squatting in.

He met with Andrew every day for the next month and somehow in that time the two of them had formed, if not a friendship, then a mutual understanding.  Andrew lived in theoreticals, as Neil discovered, and he spent the majority of his time with Andrew hypothesising about what they would do in the case of different situations.  Like a zombie apocalypse or something as equally stupid.  Neil didn’t actually care about the hypotheticals as much as he just enjoyed taking a break.  It was nice to think about surviving something other than his father.

One day, Neil got particularly into detail about how he would survive an attack on the school by Al Capone-like mobsters when Andrew interrupted him.

“Who are you really running from?” Andrew asked.

Neil paused, forming a lie in his head that he didn’t quite finish before blurting out the truth. “My father,” he confessed.

Andrew didn’t say anything.  He just nodded and then encouraged Neil to continue his daring attempt to save the 9th grade math teacher.  That was what Neil liked most about Andrew.  He knew when to stop pushing for answers.

About a week later Neil approached Andrew with his own theoretical when Andrew stopped him from talking with a hand over his mouth.

“Chris, I need you to just shut up and listen.  Don’t respond, because I don’t need to deal with your shit right now too.  Understand?” Neil nodded and Andrew took his hand off of his mouth.  Neil noticed how warm his skin felt under where Andrew’s contact had been, but he ignored it.

Andrew continued, “I have a brother.  An identical twin apparently.  And I don’t know what to do.  He wants to meet me but I can’t let him anywhere near this town.  He found about him.  About Aaron.  And he’s going to hurt him.  I want to see him, but… but I can’t let subject him to this.  I… I couldn’t subject anybody to this.  To him.  I need to tell him to stay the hell away from me, don’t I?  Don’t I?”

Neil blinked, taking in what Andrew was saying.  What his words were implying, and everything suddenly clicked.

“Andrew,” Neil said calmly, “You need to get out of that house.”

Andrew stared at Neil. “What?  No.  I can’t.  I can’t leave Cass.  She’s worth it.”

Neil swallowed, trying to figure out how to get Andrew through this break down.  He watched Andrew methodically fiddle with the long sleeves on his shirt and wondered silently how Andrew had been dealing with this alone.  Andrew made eye contact with Neil again and seemed to calm slightly as he took in Neil’s startled face.

“What will make this better?” Neil asked, “What do you need from me, Andrew?  Take it.”

Andrew’s hand found the back of Neil’s neck and he surged forward, pulling Neil down to meet him and clashing their lips together in the middle.  This wasn’t Neil’s first kiss, but it was the first one he ever felt like participating in.  He kept his hands at his side, unwilling to touch Andrew more than he knew was okay.  When Andrew broke away from the kiss he just glared at him before turning quickly and starting to walk away.

“Andrew,” Neil called after him, “Andrew, please.”

“I hate you,” Andrew replied without ever turning around.

Neil got back to the house late after taking time to run and clear his head.  He was confused about the kiss, and especially confused about the fact that he wanted to kiss Andrew again.  While he had expected to be chastised by Mary about being tardy, what he hadn’t expected was to have his duffle bag thrown at his face the moment he stepped the through the door and to hear Mary’s panicked, “We have to go.  Now.”

Neil froze in place. “What?”

“Abram.” Mary stepped forward and squeezed Neil’s shoulder hard enough to hurt. “We have to leave.  I saw one of his men today.  It’s only a matter of time. We have to get out.”

“But…” Neil started to object before Mary’s grip tightened enough to quiet him.

Neil’s face must have given something away because Mary sighed and loosened her hand.  “No but’s.  We can’t stay any longer,” she said, “I know you made friends and everything but we have to go.”

“Yes mom, I… I understand,” Neil said quietly, “Just let me use the bathroom first, okay?”

Mary nodded and returned to checking to make sure all of their guns were loaded.  She was so focused she didn’t even notice Neil slipping through the bathroom window and running off towards Andrew’s house.

It took a few minutes for Andrew to open his window after Neil insistently tapped on it several times.

Andrew rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he took in Neil’s state.  “What the fuck?”

“Andrew, I have to leave.” Neil’s tone was urgent. “My past found me.  So I can’t stay anymore.”

“You can’t run forever,” Andrew said softly.

“No,” Neil agreed, “I can’t.”

“So stop running.” Andrew said.

“I can’t.” Neil answered.

Andrew closed his eyes for a moment, taking time to center his thoughts.  “Who are you?” He finally asked.

“The only name I can give you is Abram,” Neil told him.  “I’m sorry, Andrew.  I really am,” he said.  And then he turned and did what he always did best.  Neil ran.

——–

Neil’s thoughts returned to the modern day with the oxygen in his lungs.  He had liked being Neil Josten.  Why did this asshole have to ruin everything?  Why did Andrew turn up every time?  Like sobriety after months of wallowing in the intoxication of a normal life.  Of an identity.  He was a somber reminder that Neil Josten didn’t exist, and could never.  A reminder that Neil could never have anything in his life.

“Fuck you,” Neil choked out between gasps.

“So where have you been for the past five years?” Andrew asked, “Running?”

Neil glared up at him.  “Surviving.”

“Dammit Minyard,” Wymack said storming into the room, “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“Oh, Coach, if he was nice, he wouldn’t be any use to us, would he?” Andrew said mockingly.

Neil zoned out of the rest of the conversation.  Taking the time to studying Andrew’s reaction to him.  He’d heard that Andrew had been put on medication, but seeing it was different than just knowing about it.  And it hurt to look at Andrew like that.  He looked so broken with a forced smile that could never quite reach his eyes.

“Do you know him?” Neil overhead Kevin whisper to Andrew.

Andrew scoffed.  “I’ve never met Neil Josten in my life.”

Neil walked away before the promise of the Palmetto contract could tantalize him any further.  He planned to keep walking until he left this town and the identity of Neil Josten all together but Andrew caught him in the parking lot, tossing the unsigned contract at his feet.

“I thought I told you once that eventually you’d have to stop running.” The smile had vanished from his face, as though Andrew’s system was blocking out the effects of the pills momentarily.

Neil shook his head. “I can’t, Andrew.  It’s not that simple.”

Andrew laughed, a bitter and teasing sound. “Then make it that simple.  Do you want to play exy?”

Neil took a deep breath but like he always did he told Andrew the truth that mattered, “Yes.”

“Then sign the fucking contract.”  Neil stared openly at Andrew, drinking in the sight of his face after so many years.  Thinking briefly of the only kiss his mother had never beaten him for.

“Stop that,” Andrew said suddenly.

“Stop what?” Neil asked.

“Stop looking at me like I’m your fucking answer.”

“Maybe you are.”

“Just sign the contract, Abram,” Andrew said walking away, back to the foxes. Back towards the promise of a future that was just within Neil’s grasp.  And he wanted to badly to reach out and take it.

Maybe Andrew was right.  Maybe it was time to finally stop running.  Neil took a deep breath and sat down in the parking lot outside his school, knowing full well that he’d already made the decision about what to do with the contract.  And all he needed was a pen.

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NAME / PRONOUNS | AGE | TIMEZONE

whaddup im nicole, i’m nearly 23 and i never fuckin learned out to read (EST)

YOUR ACTIVITY:

the holidays are dying down so i’m gonna be working less which means i’ll probably be home and be able to be more active

ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE

too long, i have no life

IC INFORMATION

WHO ARE YOU BRINGING TO THE SHOW?

FACECLAIM: Perrie Edwards Secondary choice: Jade Thirlwall

NAME: Ruby Wilson

AGE: 24

BIRTHDAY: October 13th 

OCCUPATION: Fashion model

HOMETOWN: Romford, England

PETS: A Pomeranian named Honey

BIOGRAPHY:

trigger warning: homophobia, sexual assault  

Ruby Alice Wilson was born October 13, 1994 in the town of Romford, just outside of London. Her parents were Derek and Bailey Wilson, who were high school sweethearts. Her mom was only 19 when she had her, so the beginning of Ruby’s life was quite rough. She didn’t remember it of course, but her parents were constantly living paycheck to paycheck in their little one bedroom apartment. Her father worked as a butcher and her mother was going to university for a nursing degree. When Ruby was the age of 3, her mother graduated and instantly went looking for a job. It took a while but eventually the Wilson family got on their feet and were able to move into a house.

When Ruby was a teenager, she began to realize that she was different. She didn’t connect to her girl friends when they began to talk about boys and wasn’t impressed when she found out one of the most popular guys in school was interested in her. When she was about 15 years old, Ruby went to a birthday party for one of her friends, Monica. As teenagers do, they began to play spin the bottle. Ruby at first didn’t want to play, but with some peer pressure, she decided it couldn’t hurt. The rules were simple, you spun the bottle and no matter who it landed on you had to kiss them. When it was her turn, she nervously spun the bottle hoping it wouldn’t fall on someone she didn’t like. It ended up landing on the birthday girl. There were ooo’s and ah’s and of course, Ruby was terrified. Ruby and the girl played by the rules and ended up kissing and that’s when it all clicked for her. Ruby had kissed a boy before and didn’t really feel any sparks. She wondered if it was because she wasn’t romantically interested in the guy she kissed, but that night she found out that she wasn’t romantically interested in guys at all. She kept the self discovery to herself.

Until her senior year of high school. 

At another party that she was attending, this time there was alcohol involved. Monica was throwing another birthday party, inviting practically the entire student body. Ruby was in the popular group, but she was probably the outsider of the group. She just tried to fit in, but if she had her choice, she would rather be sitting home with her journal. But, she didn’t want to be seen as a loser so she went to every party that Monica threw. Ruby was 18 and drunk, which so was 90% of everyone at that party as well. Once everyone was properly sloshed, that’s when Ruby’s group of girl friends decided it would be a good time to play truth or dare. Everyone was on board and figured it would be a fun way to get crazy things to happen. Ruby was pretty hammered and barely remembered anything that people did. But what she did remember is that she accidentally came out to the entire party. When it was her turn, she chose truth because she didn’t want to do anything too reckless. Her friend slurred a question about who she wanted to have sex with in the room. Ruby’s drunken response was Monica. Despite everyone being drunk, there was a lull in the room. All eyes were on her and suddenly, Ruby felt like her whole world was crashing around her. “Ruby’s a faggot?!” “That explains why she wouldn’t have sex with me at prom!!” were just a couple of the things Ruby’s mind could remember. She ran upstairs, hot tears in her eyes and found the closest door. She had no idea where she was, all she cared about was hiding from everyone. She cried into a pillow, so loud that she didn’t even hear the door open. The only thing that brought her back to reality was when someone grabbed her arm to flip her over. It was the boy that she went to prom with, Chris. She tried to pull her arm away, but he was too strong. “Everyone’s saying that I went to prom with a fucking dyke. You should’ve just kept your damn mouth shut, bitch.” He yelled before throwing her down on the bed and pinned her to the mattress. He began touching her inappropriately, Ruby trying to squirm away but the boy pressed his hips to hers to make her stay still. He said something along the lines that he was going to fuck the gay out of her, but the smell of beer and Ruby’s pounding heart filled her senses into overload. She wished it would just stop, begged whatever God that was out there that this horrific moment would all just be a terrible nightmare. 

Almost as if her wish was heard, someone pulled Chris off of her, but there were too many tears in Ruby’s eyes for her to be able to tell who it was. Her heart was still pumping a mile a minute and she was shaking, but she finally got to focus on her hero. It was Monica. A rush of relief filled her up, more tears spilling. She was glad the girl came to her rescue and that she wasn’t completely grossed out by her announcement. The two talked for hours, Monica comforting Ruby and eventually called her a taxi to go home. That night, Ruby slept for nearly 14 hours.

Ruby didn’t want to be a basic victim. She didn’t want to known as just a lesbian. She didn’t want to be a damsel in distress. She wanted to stick up for herself and be proud of who she was. After months of constantly being in fear, she became determined to change into a better person. She began working out, caring more about herself. She wanted to come out of this traumatic experience knowing that she was doing everything to prove to people that she could change the world. And she did. 

Ruby wanted to be a model for a while and never thought that it was possible because she was just another blonde, thin girl from some town in London. She went to countless photoshoots, catwalks and did nearly everything she could to make sure she got her chance. That’s when she met Georgia. Georgia was an up and coming modeling agent who needed a new face. Ruby saw an ad in a local newspaper and went to meet her. She told her what she wanted to accomplish and how passionate she was about not only being a ‘pretty face’ but also making a difference and Georgia immediately signed her. And from there, Ruby’s career only went up. She became one of the most famous models in the UK, her face was on billboards and magazines. She was even on the cover of Vogue. But the one thing she was even more passionate about was the LGBTQ+ community. She made sure that people who identified as anything other than straight could see that with hard work and determination, they could come out on top. By the age of 24, Forbes had named Ruby one of the world’s most influential people and she had raised millions for tons of LGBT organizations. 

When she heard I Kissed A Girl was coming back on air, she knew she had to join the cast. It was something she watched in the prior seasons and absolutely loved the idea of it. She signed up and before she knew it, she got the call saying she was on the show. Ruby was thrilled that she got to be a part of such a ground breaking show and hoped that the experience would be something she would remember forever. 

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518.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 28

2601. Do you think cell phones cause cancer? apparently everything causes cancer these days. i don’t know anyone personally who doesn’t have a cell phone, would that mean the chances of getting cancer at at its highest? Are cell phone users more likely to get into car accidents? while using the phone while driving, yes. Do cell phones really interfere with a plane's navigation equipment? apparently so. Are cell phones immune from computer viruses? i don’t think so? Can using a cell phone at a gas station spark a fire? apparently. geez, five questions within one question. cool.

2602. What makes a guy see a chick as less of a cute little girl and more of a woman? i guess if they look older? 2603. What is it about football that makes people want to watch it? the passion, the atmosphere and the game itself? i hate football though lmao. 2604. What is the best show on tv? tbh i think it’s the office.  2605. Are you more of a tape dispenser or a stereo speaker and why? i’m... not sure. 2606. What do you think is overrated? instagram models and most youtubers. What is underrated? people out there trying to make a difference in the world. 2607. Can spiders ump? huh? Did you interpret that as 'jump' or 'hump or 'bump' or other? jump. 2608. What's the matter with adults today? we’re too reliant on technology. 2609. Have you ever worked 'off the books'? no...? 2610. Have you ever worked 9-5? i have before. If not do you think you ever will? i don’t right now, but i’d love to have a normal working schedule like that. i hate working nights. 2611. Do men or woman make better bosses? it honestly just depends on the person. 2612. Do you believe that people should more up through a company or that the higher up positions should be filled by people hired from outseide the company? i think people should be offered to move up in their company since they’re more likely experienced with the ‘smaller’ things. 2613. Why is it that no one seems to care about their job? it’s just a grind, need to work to live, right? 2614. When I go into a store, why doesn't anyone know anything about what they are selling? that just means their training wasn’t in depth enough. 2615. Have you ever seen those people that get that blank, lost expression when they go into a store and kinda shuffle along like zombies? not really? Do you wonder how they got up, dressed themselves, and made it to the store in the first place? ... 2616. When did you/will you graduate college? i graduated in 2013. 2617. When will Eminem stop whining about his bad childhood and move on?? i haven’t heard him whine about that in a long time. 2618. I am drug free. Are you drug free? yes. 2619. I have piercings and am getting tattoos. Do you have either? i have my ears and nose pierced. no desire to get tatts. 2620. Can you REALLY say that your way is the right way? sometimes. Maybe there is a different way for everyone? sure. 2621. What do you think of the song 'Imagine'? it’s soothing and thought provoking. 2622. Can you think of any reason i might have written this, other than I am bored with too much time on my hands? no idea. 2623. What is the purpose of art? i guess to get our visual senses running. How about movies? Music? 2624. Do you think that anything has lost its value because it's become too 'commercial'? What? instagram. before it was just a way to share photos but now it’s a popularity contest. 2625. Have you ever been promoted? no actually lol. fired? not really, more like ‘let go’. they didn’t need me anymore coz their business was failing. 2626. What do you call your private area? Does it have a nickname? vag. and no. 2627. What parts of your body are shaved? armpits, legs and down there. 2628. What is a peachclam? female genitals? 2629. What is the american dream? being successful in america. Is it the same as your dream? no, i don’t like there. 2630. Do you need to be right all the time? no. 2631. There was a sculpture that was supposed to be displayed for a week in the Rockafeller Center in NYC of a falling woman - designed as a memorial to those who jumped or fell to their death from the World Trade Center. It was complained about as grotesque, innopropriate and describe as 'not art' What do you think? 9/11 is still a very sensitive topic, i believe it could be considered art but the negative way it’ll make people feel overpowers its artistic message. It was taken down early because it was seen as 'offensive'. What do you think about that? that totally fair enough. The artist, Fischl, said in a statement. ``It was a sincere expression of deepest sympathy for the vulnerability of the human condition. Both specifically towards the victims of Sept. 11 and towards humanity in general.'' Are people just too sensitive? Or maybe people are NOT sensitive ENOUGH to the idea that others may have different views from them (or from the majority)? i can see it from both ways. She these different, opposing or offensive views be allowed to be expressed freely and openly? Why or why not? i think it’s best if it were in an art gallery instead. more like-minded people would visit it and appreciate it how the artist wanted it to be portrated. 2632. What letter's sound do you like the best? i’ve... never thought about that. 2633. What is one movie charater you identify with and why? none really. 2634. Do you act the same when you are alone as you do when people are watching? not really. 2635. Why is everyone so obssessed with superheros? i don’t knowww. 2636. What cliches do you hear over-used the most? meh. 2637. Do you handle inconvieniences well? not really. i’ll most likely complain. 2638. Are you a fan of Jackie Chan? yeah, he’s funny, talented, charming and does his own stunts lol. 2639. Is a promise a big deal? to me, yes. i don’t take them lightly. 2640. What is your place in the universe? right here. 2641. Once some scientists dug up a woolly mamoth, frozen in ice. It was still completely whole, not rotted or fosilized. The scientists decided to have a dinner party. It was a very posh affair. they served roast woolly mamoth steaks, the rarest meat in all the world. So, if you were invited, would you have eaten it? no. 2642. What are 3 things you DON'T want to know? when im gna die, any ‘truths’ in my family that would make me think differently of them and sob stories in general. 2643. It seems to me that a lot of people don't value their lives, or life in general very highly. Why do you suppose that is? it’s just the way the world works i guess. not everyone wants to eat healthy, work out, strive to be the best person they can be etc.  Are you like that? sometimes. 2644. Do you celebrate the harvest moon? no. 2645. Do you believe in out of body experiances? possibly. 2646. Why does so much depend upon a red wheel barrel glazed with rain water beside the white chickens? ok. 2647. Why do so many people get jobs that they dislike? because it’s all about earning money. 2648. Do you think that in THIS world, being creative is a handicap? no? Why or why not? being creative is a blessing and a way to express yourself. 2649. Do you ever get chills or shivers during movies? What movies? not really. 2650. Do you believe in the collective unconsiouss(that people are like onions..the outer layers are individualistic and the deeper you go the more similar we all are)? lol haven’t thought about it that deeply. 2651. Do you think that most people have the qualities you look for in friends/intimate relationships or do you feel alienated? the people i surround myself with are enough. i’m not really looking for new friends. 2652. Are you very critical: of others? yes. of yourself? yes. 2653. Is there such a thing as expecting too much? definitely. 2654. Would you rather take an hour lunch break or skip lunch and get out of work early? ski[ lunch and get off work early, always. 2655. Do you believe that happiness is equal to fakeness? shallowness? joy? something good that happens? an attitude you have inside no matter what happens? idk. 2656. Can you control your emotions? for the most part, yes. have you ever tried? yes. 2657. Imagine you are 34 weeks pregnant. You are healthy and you didn't have any major problems in your pregnancy. Would you consider flying from the UK to Germany, which takes one hour, without a bad feeling that something could go wrong or the baby decides to come out earlier? there would have to be a really good reason that i’m flying in the first place. i usually wouldn’t risk it. 2658. How long do you think it would take you to jog a mile? forever. i’m really unfit. 2659. Word assciation: twilight: wolf. garden: gnome. warm: sun. stars: sky. crash: bandicoot. mold: bathrooms. gold: leaf. green: leaf. lush: garden. 2660. Picture a triangle: Quick! What color is it? orange. Picture a square. Quick! What color is it? blue. Picture a circle. Quick! What color is it? yellow. Why do you think you saw these shapes as these colors? idk lol. 2661. What things are endless? nothing. 2662. Are you ever subtle? i can be. 2663. Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood...some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't conceive of your life without it? How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? How can you fully appreciate these moments, every moment, when it all seems limitless? ~Paul Bowles excerpt from The Sheltering Sky 2664. Do you never have an ordinary day? yes. 2665. Do you embrace every single thing you've never known? not everything. 2666. Has anyone ever mistaken you for a satanist? no lol. 2667. Can stress sometimes be good? if you work well under stress, then yeah. 2668. Write something random, just whatever flows out of your head without thinking. Forget punctuation just try to type as fast as you think: okay, this is getting boring.  2669. Are you a musical snob? yes. How about a film snob? no. 2670. When you were in school did you learn to think or repeat? think. 2671. Do you have everything you need to be happy? not yet. If not, what is missing? a direction. 2672. Would you take a very casualy dropped 'maybe I should just kill myself' as a warning ssign? yes, for sure. 2673. What does the word 'ironic' mean? Can you give an example of an ironic situation? no. 2674. What did you see today that was beautiful in an ordinary way? a plane flying through the sky. 2675. Have you ever been on the edge of the night? no? 2676. Do you feel oppressed in some way? no. 2677. Who do you think shot JFK? idk. Who do you think shot Martin Luthar King? idk. Why do you think they got shot? haters. 2679. Are you aware that although only about 14 percent of the american total population is black, that about 70 percent of the people in jail in america are black? Why do you think that is? a large part of it is racism, surely. a lot of the stuff in the media basically proves it. What conclusion can you draw based on this? whatever. 2678. Do you think that the culture you live in is completely open to all ideas and forms of expression? hell no. australia is one of the most narrow minded countries that’s very developed. tell me otherwise, please. 2680. What do you think of the character (muppet) on sesame street that has aids and should this kind of a theme be explored in children's television? it’s good. and yes, i feel like children should be educated on the different backgrounds and situations people in the world can be in. 2681. Are you dyslexic? no. 2682, Can you construct a bong out of: household objects? sure. an apple? sure. your cat? i dont have a cat. 2683. Starwars, star trek or star gate? none. 2684. Windows or mac? mac. 2685. Do you start conversations or wait for other people to start them? it depends who it is. 2686. How many phallac symbols can you think of? plenty. 2687. Would you but tickets to see the top ten american idols sing live? no. 2688. A bird may love a fish...but where would they live? on the shore. 2689. Are you a hologram or a misfit? none. 2690. How are you oriented sexually? straight. Do you agree with the people who say that everyone is bi-sexual even if they don't want to admit it? i think preferences are purely dependant on the person. you can’t label anyone but yourself. 2691. If you are the only human on the planet of the apes do you have sex with an ape? i don’t know. 2692. If you are making out with a sex someone and you reach down and find they have a fish tail instead of legs do you still fool around with them? no. 2693. Does superman wear kryptonite condoms? idk. 2694. Do you know exactly where you are? Do you know the meaning of it all? Do you know the distance to the sun? Do you know the echo that is love? *yawn* 2694. Do you believe you are: extraordinary? Blessed? Cursed? Won? lame lol. 2695. What are you doing this weekend? not sure yet. definitely going out on sunday night though.  2696. Do you believe that black people should get money to make up for their previous enslavement? the ones who have been freed, yes definitely. Do you believe that all oppressed people should get money to make up for their oppression? yes. 2697. What's a quagmire? that guy from family guy. 2698. Is philosophy a science or can everyone have their own philosophy? to each their own. 2699. Are you a big fish in a small pond? no. 2700. Would you like to read an entire novel written in stream of consciousness form? idk.