#genuinely I had zero clue how this one would turn out

[gremlinshatephilosophers]

Poll results!

I asked about Phil’s reject modernity/embrace tradition line mistakes and Dan’s responses (it’s okay honey, doesn’t matter babe) and whether you guys thought one or both parts were scripted

Both scripted: 7.4% (19 votes)

Only Phil scripted: 40.7% (105 votes)

Only Dan scripted: 29.8% (77 votes)

Neither part scripted: 22.1% (57 votes)

Which means that combining those choices, in regards to Phil’s “mistake”:

48.1% (124 votes) think that Phil’s mistake is scripted (choices A and B)

51.9% (134 votes) think that Phil’s mistake is genuine (choices C and D)

Additionally, for Dan’s response:

37.2% (96 votes) think that Dan’s responses to Phil messing up were planned ahead of time (choices A and C)

62.8% (162 votes) think that Dan’s responses were improvised during the show (choices B and D)

Anyway, this was really fun to see what y’all thought about that!

Very interesting that it’s almost evenly split on whether people think Phil just really can’t remember that one line or if he does it on purpose a bit. Definitely a much more decisive result about Dan though that most people think he didn’t have the responses planned.

Honestly I had no idea how this poll would turn out, it was fascinating to see the tags and the responses of why everyone felt a certain way - I can see a good reasoning behind any of the choices.

Thank you guys for voting!

[blue-rose-soul]

OBSESSED with your au. It sounds absolutely hilarious. How do you think Alastor would react to finding out first? Or Lucifer?

Cackling, I'm glad you enjoy it! It was just a random semi-cursed thought in my head that I was afraid only I would find funny so I'm glad you enjoy it!

Alastor finds out first: Basically just a crack-ish version of what happens in canon. "Sadly there are times a birth parent is a dud," Alastor says while making direct eye contact with Lucifer. Lucifer doesn't get it. Alastor probably figured it out only after he arrived in Hell, when he realized how much more powerful he was than other Sinners and realized Lucifer's appearance near exactly matched his mother's description of her 'angel.' (The only disguise Lucifer gave himself on Earth were ears and a nose. He even wore the same clothing.) Alastor has zero intention of telling Lucifer. He did just fine growing up without that lowlife dead beat, thank you very much, he's just angry on his dear maman's behalf, since she's the one who had to deal with being a single mother to a mixed-race child in a hostile world.

Lucifer has all the power in the world, but he left Nicaise to fend for herself.

Even when Lucifer moves into the hotel and starts trying to be more involved in Charlie's life, Alastor continues to make subtle jabs about Lucifer being a dead beat husband and parent. Lucifer only starts to put things together when Alastor makes an offhand remark about how many children Lucifer 'must' have running around on Earth given his past behavior. (That early 1900s Mardi Gras wasn't the only time Lucifer's had a wild time on Earth, but the conception rate between humans and angels is very very very low.)

Lucifer finds out first: So canon happens, Alastor's still being a dick to Lucifer, but it's mostly for various other reasons, like Lucifer overshadowing him in power, as well as being 'similar to' Alastor's absentee dad, etc. But Alastor has zero clue that Lucifer actually is his maman's angel, and Lucifer has zero clue that nice lady from that parade a hundred-ish years ago had his kid.

The extermination happens. Adam dies, the hotel's rebuilt, Lucifer moves in. Antagonism happens. One night Alastor volunteers to make dinner and he decides to make his mother's jambalaya recipe. Everyone genuinely enjoys Alastor's cooking so even though he's skeptical, Lucifer tastes it.

Lucifer knows this taste. He's had jambalaya a few times before, he developed a liking for it after that Mardi Gras, but he knows this jambalaya specifically. (Angels have good memories.)

He stares at Alastor.

No.

No, he couldn't be...

Cue Lucifer staring at Alastor whenever he thinks he isn't looking, searching for familiar traits in Alastor's face, asking him not-entirely-subtle questions about his life on Earth, trying to find some evidence that Alastor is NOT the result of a drunken one-night stand he had a hundred years ago. Lucifer is PANICKING at this point because: Did he cheat on his wife? Betray his family? Did he have a son all this time he just abandoned? Did his kid grow up to be a warped, sadistic, serial murderer because he wasn't there? Oh fuck, is he a dud parent!?

Alastor, meanwhile, is very, very confused by Lucifer's increasingly erratic and panicked behavior. He doesn't even have to needle Lucifer for the king of hell to turn into a jittering mess these days and as much as he enjoys watching Lucifer lose his shit, he's also rather annoyed by how irrational it is.

The other hotel residents notice Lucifer's weird behavior around Alastor because obviously. Angel Dust cracks a joke about Lucifer wanting Alastor to call him 'daddy' and Lucifer promptly vomits all over the carpet.

[nuttyfbear]

Hi guys! My first post like ever, but I've been really stressed and i used to love writing so i thought id mix the things i like and writing! Sorry if its bad i promise to revised at a later date but if you have any advice definitely send it my way! Here's a little Cody for ya!

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As I stand in the gorilla waiting for my entrance music; palms sweaty, nervous butterflies in my stomach. My first main rooster match... physically i couldn't be more ready but mentally my mind is going a million miles a minute. I look up at the screen and see the previous match ending and a few short second later my music hits! The roar of the crowd is electrifying as some might say, i slide into the ring and sit up on the ring post waiting for my opponent. My first match feels like it flies by and it couldn't have gone better. I got one over against Isla Dawn, as i get to the top of the ramp and hearing the crowd cheering made me feel like everything i have done has lead me right to where i needed to be!

I enter through the curtain Tiffany, Liv and some other the other girls I've gotten to know while at the proformas training center are there to congratulate me! "Thanks guys, i was super nervous...i did mess up my scissors kick but i hope it wasn't too noticeable!" "you did great, it was your first main rooster match of course you're going to have nerves!" tiffany said with a sweet genuine smile! "alright imma head back to the locker room and shower and change!" As i was walking back i realize i went int he wrong direction and had ZERO clue as to where i was, i took a quick right turn and immediately smack into what seems to be a brick wall and slam right on my butt... "Hey oh my god... are you alright?" i look up and I've come face to face with the one and only American Nightmare. "uhh yeah I'm uh I'm okay, i was supposed to be going to the women's locker room but I've seem to have gone the wrong way and gotten lost." i trail on hoping this couldn't really be how i was meeting Cody Rhodes. Cody smiles and looks at me " yeah, your stomach must've been pretty hungry after that win to bring you to catering without realizing it, i walk you back to the locker room!"

After a short 5 minute walk we make it back to the locker room, we made small talk on the way learning small things about each other like hobbies when we aren't wrestling/training! " Well Cody this is me, it was really nice to meet you and get to know a little about you" "Yeah i really enjoyed talking to you y/n, maybe we could get coffee and talk again?" I smiled and in my head did a little happy dance... "yeah i would really like that... wait here" i ran into the locker room quick and grabbed a napkin and a pen and ran back out "Here is my number, text me when you want to grab coffee and I'll be there" and with that Cody smiled and turned away and i went into the locker room. Jumping into the shower with a smile with went right up to my eyes, I must be dreaming thinking to myself. A win on my debut and a coffee day with Cody Rhodes!

[navy-leader]

AH. Idk if my ask went through so, I’ll just ask again in case. I don’t remember how much you care about Chosen and the Dark Lord as a dynamic, but I’m not an expert on them and you seemed to post about them quite a bit SO. May as well ask for your opinion. I can’t send links in anonymous asks, but Sweet Hangman by Elliotly to me feels like a song from the Dark Lord’s perspective about Chosen.

I care about them a whole lot and GOOD LORD does that song fit my intepretation of Dark very well

To me, theyre a pair of overpowered ultraviolent codependent freaks who had zero socialization outside of eachother. They had nothing but eachother for years and even so theyve yet to learn a lot about eachother. They know goddamn near everything about eachother, their little quirks, their icks, their fears, their violent moments, but they never really grow as people just by being with eachother. They dont agree on everything, in fact they disagree quite often and those disagreements often end in violent fights, theyre both godawful at communication and arguments often devolve into fists, but they cool down at the end and move on with their day, its just how they worked with eachother. They got a lot of issues tangled in each of themselves and the other party isn't very well equipped to untangle them so things just stay tangled or get even more tangled. They consider eachother their best friend, no one else in the world gets them because they've never gone out much into the rest of the world, they dont let people in easily, and their social skills are so fucking shot.

Now individually, Dark has a tendency to follow and serve people even if she doesnt realize that herself, she was created with a purpose and followed that purpose until it got her cornered and ever since Chosen took her hand shes just been following and doing what Chosen was doing, and she didnt really realize Chosen's change of heart and thought that he was just being a gloomy weirdo and pulling away from her for no reason so she tried to earn back his affections by planning to destroy the rest of the internet. Because thats what Chosen wouldve wanted, right?

Chosen is a gloomy weirdo who has trouble empathizing and has a tendency to be in his own head too much, he does genuinely care about Dark its just that he doesnt really see what she actually needs and doesnt really think of himself of any importance to have his actions have an impact on others. When he realized the destruction he created with Dark was going too far he hadnt thought to really communicate that to Dark because he just assumed that Dark would get it, because theyve always went off the little clues they get from the other instead of saying anything directly, so itll be fine, right?

Anyways the entirety of AvA 5 was just a gigantic lack of communication and misunderstanding and Dark had created the virabots and plan to destroy AlansPC with Chosen in mind but turns out Chosen wasnt cool with that!! And of course like every other time they disagree they Fight instead of communicating like well socialized people 😭

And god id talk more but this is getting too long jahdgjw. Thank you for the ask!!!!

[novankenn]

Altered Destiny

= Three =

Glynda Goodwitch's breath hitched as she saw the massive boarbatusk pacing along the top edge of the cliff. The shine of reflected light of two pieces of easily recognizable pieces of equipment made her heart race. Were they too late? With a sudden snarl as the bullhead slowly descended to get a better view of the area, Glynda lashed out with her semblance.

A purple light surrounded the massive grimm, lifting it into the air before dashing it against the ground, instantly turning it into a smear of inky ichor. Moments later the bullhead landed and Glynda followed by the medical team disembarked, and began their search. Using the tracker on their own, scrolls then zeroed in on the signal. A signal coming from the bottom of the chasm.

Glynda: No! No! No!

As Glynda's mind fell into her greatest fear, that of losing a student under her care, the EMT's moved into action. The bullhead lifted off, and then moved into a hover over the chasm, before two members of the rescue team repelled out of the air vehicle and down towards the source of the signal.

/=/

Glynda met the remainder of JNPR in the waiting room of the infirmary. Cutting them off from just rushing into the room that Jaune was currently occupying. The trio looked up at her, with genuine concern, Miss Nikos eyes the most telling. Glynda could tell she had been crying, the redness and puffiness tell-tale signs.

Glynda: Jaune is okay, and safe but in a coma.

Pyrrha: What... what happened?

Glynda: We still need Jaune to tell us, but what we can figure is he used the launch pads to go into the forest for some reason, and ran into some serious trouble. I must repeat, Jaune is okay, just currently unresponsive.

Nora: When can we see him?

Glynda: In a few minutes. I have a few things to inform you of, before you can. So, please take seats.

The trio moved and took seats on the uncomfortable hard plastic chairs that lined the walls of the waiting room. Once they had settled, and return thier full attention to Glynda, she spoke.

Glynda: We are no sure what has happened, and I am going to be speaking with the headmaster about the pads being active, but I must let you know... we found Jaune at the bottom of the chasm, surrounded by blood.

Ren: I thought you said he was okay? A drop like that should have killed him.

Glynda: The doctors believe that thanks to his massive aura reserves, he was able to survive the fall. Now, while that is a plausible scenario, what is not understood is how he suffered no injuries even though he was surrounded by a rather significant amount of blood.

Nora: So he was hurt?

Glynda: Yes, he was at one point, but upon our arrival we found him whole and breathing, just unresponsive. But that is not the end of the uncharacteristic situation.

Pyrrha: How did he manage to fall into the chasm?

Glynda: We found a rather large boarbatusk nearby, we think it knocked him over the edge. We disposed of it, and then set about securing Jaune. Who is now being thoroughly examined.

Ren: So he survived... which is explainable, but you said uncharacteristic situation. What do you mean?

Glynda: It is about the condition of him when we found him. His body has been altered, and we have no clue as to how.

Pyrrha: What do you mean?

Glynda: It is perhaps better that I show you. It would be faster than trying to explain it. Please follow me.

The trio rose from their seats and followed Professor Goodwitch into the main hallway of the infirmary. She led them in silence past many empty rooms, til they stood before the closed door of the last room. Glynda turned to regard the three before opening the door and stepping aside to allow them to enter.

What they saw caused them all to stop in shock. Their eyes wide and mouths agape.

Pyrrha: How? What? This is not Jaune!

Nora: Who is this?

Ren: (Turns to look at Professor Goodwitch) Is this some type of sick joke? Where is Jaune?

Glynda: This is not a joke. We have been running every test we can think of. We have checked her fingerprints, blood matching and are even doing a DNA sequencing and Aura Pattern analysis. So far, everything we've done tells us this is Jaune Arc.

Pyrrha: But...

Nora: That's a girl! That's not our Fearless Leader!

Glynda: I don't know what else to tell you. Or how to prove this is who we say it is. But this is how we found Jaune at the bottom of the chasm.

Pyrrha: This is not possible. I know people can change genders, but not magically like this! I mean, Jaune was a he this morning!

Glynda: Again I don't know what to tell you, and until Jaune wakes up and tells us what happened, we don't have any answers but what the tests are telling us.

Ren: Any idea when that may happen?

Glynda: The doctors are not sure, they are hoping because Jaune's body is apparently unharmed that it will be sooner rather than later.

Glynda watched as the trio slowly took control of their shock and apprehension and moved further into the room. Soon they had surrounded Jaune's bed.

Glynda: I'll leave you alone. If anything happens, or Jaune wakes up please use the call button.

Pyrrha: Yes professor.

Glynda gently closed the door behind her, giving JNPR the privacy they needed.

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[charliechaotic]

hii this is smth for me but i hope anyone would like- I have zero clue how to write batfam or gotham stuff, so please dear gods give me advice if possible <3 (my only reference is tumblr writing prompts, reaction videos, and the Dark Matter fic lmao- this is uh. basically the concept is my oc ending up in Gotham- So far thats all this is gonna be, but I hope you enjoy <:):

When Wren awakes, it is in pain. Agony agony agony agoNY AGONY AGONY-

It feels like he's drowning. Burning? Both? His memory feels so fuzzy. Where is he? ..What happened?

Everything goes dark again.

When Wren awakes again, he finds himself laying on a rooftop, staring up at the night sky- cast over with a deep pollution unfamiliar to him. It was a rare night in Relsia to not be able to see the stars.

He is quick to sit up, coughing up nothing but his own breath, tears welling in his eyes as he takes back in the memory of the feeling.

That color. So vivid in his mind, surrounding him- it matched that of his eyes, should he not have had the flakes of gold in them. It unsettles him to think about.

His body aches as he pushes himself up, hugging his well worn hoodie close- when had it gotten so torn up? It looked like he'd been in some big fight while wearing it, but he cant quite pull the memory up. He tries to keep himself steady, shortening his staff to use as a support. He has to work out where he is, despite the pain gnawing at him. Had he used his power too much? It felt like he'd been torn apart and pit together a million times.

He brushes his hair back with his hands, fixing his glasses on his face. "Id almost kill to see Merc right now."

He finds himself speaking aloud, discomforted by the silence around him. Maybe he could get himself to the Northeast end of the city and stop by. He had promised to stop by sometime soon. He made no promises he wouldn't be in incredible pain. If he could make it that far across the city, anyway. He manages to get himself to about two rooftops away from his starting point before the aching starts to bring him down. He needs to rest, unfortunately. Maybe he can find somewhere alright in the streets below- he can't seem to recognize the area. It looks worse than the worst part of Relsia he's seen in his life. He studies the streets below, trying to work out a normal way to climb down and get a look around- maybe he could sneak a ride on a bus or something. He's willing to risk getting attacked on one today. He sways ever slightly as he thinks, before a voice startles him out of it.

"Hey, buddy. Could you step away from the edge for me?"

He flinches at the sound, immediately turning his gaze to the voice, glaring with distrust at the source- making eye contact with a man around his height, but with a lot more muscle. He appears to be wearing a costume- some kind of 'super suit' probably. His outfit is mostly black, he exception being the streaks of blue- one being centered on his chest. If he were able to think any clearer, he'd say it looked like the way you add birds in the background of paintings in fourth grade. He'd find it a little amusing if he couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest, still glaring.

The man raises his arms a bit, giving a reassuring smile.

"Hey, its okay. My name is Nightwing. Are you alright?"

Wren feels the mans gaze flick between his hair and eyes, taking a slight step back- further towards the ledge.

"Your name means nothing. I dont know who you are."

His voice comes out in a sharper tone than he intends, his words distorted in a way that almost sounds like a glitchy phone call, on top of the buzz of a voice modulator. He seems a bit surprised by his own voice, a hand reaching up to his throat out of confusion.

uhhhh thats the end lmao- i genuinely Just wrote this so uhm. hope someone sees it? and enjoys? <:) you can probably see some obvious inspiration from Dark Matter, which I completely accept drbrh- I really liked the concept! though how Wren got in the pit water is VERY different heheh

[obwjam]

hmmmmm could you write a soft Jamie or Roy or Ted fic by any chance? bonus points if it's an especially skittish borrower being discovered by them

you’re so lucky that you asked this specific thing because i wrote a ted thing a while ago and was looking for an excuse to post it :) it just starts abruptly so please ignore that in favor of lots of soft ted

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“Don’t worry, Beard ain’t comin’ for at least another hour. I was up early, so I decided to just head on over to work. Just one of those mornings,” Ted chuckled. One of those mornings after a sleepless night of tossing and turning.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, it’s okay,” Ted said softly, putting his hands up in mock surrender when you started to inch back. “I ain’t gonna hurt’cha. Just call me the BFG. Or Gulliver. He was a pretty nice guy to all those Lilliputians.”

You had absolute no clue what he was talking about.

“BFG. Big friendly giant? Roald Dahl?” Ted questioned, before remembering that the chances of you reading a novel was probably zero. “Right, right. Tiny person. You’re not a Lilliputian, are you?”

Nothing. Ted frowned. He was used to people not taking him seriously, but being scared of him? That was a first.

“I’m just… well, I’m a little confused,” Ted confessed, trying to keep the conversation going. “Believe it or not, you’re the first tiny person I’ve ever seen runnin’ across a desk. Or runnin’ anywhere, really.”

Ted’s ever-persistent smile faded when he took a moment to see just how terrified you were. You hadn’t moved since the moment he walked in, and you weren’t sure you’d be able to until he left.

If he left.

“D’you have a name, little guy?” Ted asked, knowing full well he wasn’t going to get an answer. “I’m Ted Lasso. Though you probably already know that, don’t you?”

Nothing.

“How did y’even get up on my desk, anyway? No offense, but I—”

Ted was nearly stunned silent in the middle of his sentence. As soon as he asked that, it triggered something inside you; the intense fear of being reprimanded, of being punished simply for existing, all came to a head. You broke down, sobbing into your shirt as your heartbeat grew faster and faster.

Ted shut his mouth and stared, eyes practically shaking at the sight before him. Suddenly realizing how intimidating he must look looming over you, he slowly lowered himself into his chair, his gaze not once leaving you.

“Woah, hey, c’mon now, it’s — it’s alright,” Ted said as he sat, his voice quivering slightly. In a way, he knew how you were feeling, and he was usually good at comforting people. But he was lacking in experience with four-inch-tall people. ���Look, I know I must look real scary t’you right now, but I promise, I would never hurt you, and I ain’t mad. I’m just… I just wanna talk, if that’s alright.”

In your mind, you knew he was telling the truth. You had seen him here for months, and you supposed this was way better than being discovered by anyone else. But he was a human, and all humans were the same. Dangerous. Reckless. Curious.

“You can understand me, right?”

He said he wasn’t mad, but the more one-sided the conversation became, the more worried you were that he would snap. Slowly, you shook your head yes.

You were expecting some kind of audible hooray from Ted once you actually responded to him, but you were pleasantly surprised when his only reaction was a warm smile. You felt your eyes widen a bit. That smile felt… genuine.

“Can I ask how you got in here? In my office, I mean. Or the whole building, really.” Ted was cognizant to keep his sentences short. His rambling was clearly making you nervous.

You swallowed, realizing quickly that your only way out of this was with a conversation. You opened your mouth to respond, and all the words got caught in your throat. Nothing but a small whimper came out.

Ted furrowed his brow in concern. How on earth was he going to get a response out of you? Maybe it was best to just leave you alone… but then he would be thinking about you non-stop every day he walked into work, and that wasn’t going to fly.

“I… I live here.”

Ted tilted his head and tried hard to suppress a smile, but he couldn’t. Your voice was so damn cute.

“You live here? All this time, Rebecca could’ve been chargin’ rent,” he joked, mostly to himself. “Where is… here, exactly?”

You shrugged. “Here. There. Wherever is safe.” You were not about to give him more details than was absolutely necessary.

Ted nodded. “Here, there, and everywhere. I get it, you could probably burrow into anything. Gosh, you are just… so small…”

This is what you were afraid of. Ted was very, very quickly getting attached to you.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he stammered. He didn’t really intend to say that out loud. “That was inappropriate of me, wasn’t it? I’m sure you’re very aware of how small you are.” He groaned. “Dang it, I did it again.”

You didn’t mean to, but you sniffed a laugh. He was starting to sound as nervous as you were.

“I came in here to get some supplies,” you said, almost a whisper, but somehow Ted heard it.

He leaned in ever so slightly. “Supplies? You buildin’ somethin’?”

“Sort of…” you said, slowly turning your head around. Your hook was still there, dangling off the side of the desk with the paper clip stuck into the wood.

It didn’t take long for Ted’s eyes to follow your gaze. His expression brightened when he finally noticed, and he nearly reached across the desk to pluck it up before realizing that leaning over you was probably not the best idea.

“Can I see it?”

You looked up in surprise, and Ted gave a small nod as if to say it was safe for you to move. Carefully, you padded to the edge of the desk, yanked your hook up and gently placed it in front of you. You felt your breath hitch as Ted’s gigantic hand slowly descended, fingers pinching the paper clip like it was nothing to him.

He was speechless as he dangled it in front of his face, eyes moving rapidly as he tried to make sense of what he was holding. It was a tiny little hook made by a tiny little person. How did this thing actually work?

“…Wow,” was all Ted could say. “So you really swing around on this thing like some itty bitty Batman.”

You felt your face get hot. Were you blushing?

“I, uh. I need a new paper clip. That one’s old. ‘S why I’m on your desk. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Woah there, little buddy. You do not need to apologize to me, you hear? Gosh, that’s all you needed? You risked your life just so you could get one little measly paper clip? Jeeze Louise.” Ted leaned back, opened his drawer, snatched a paper clip out and plunked it on the desk in front of you. He didn’t miss the way you jumped at his movements. “If you need some post-it notes too, just tell me, I got hundreds of ‘em.”

“I…” you had no words. He barely questioned you and immediately jumped at the chance to help. What kind of giant did that?

“Go on, it’s alright,” Ted said gently, trying to coax you from the spot where you were frozen solid. “Take it. It’s yours.”

As soon as you picked up the paper clip, Ted’s heart practically melted. It was nearly as tall as you were. How could someone so small function in a world like this? It was then that he noticed just how ragged you were. Your clothes weren’t actually clothes — they were more like rags with limb-sized holes cut in them. They draped off your body like some regal gown, but Ted knew that you weren’t some kind of tiny royalty. You were frail.

“Y’know, I never had a chance to grab breakfast this morning,” Ted started, trying to gauge your reaction. You gave him nothing. “D’you — would you — I could take you with me to get somethin’, if you’d like. B-But you don’t have to say yes, if you don’t want to. You just — if I may, you really look like you could use somethin’ to… when was the last time you ate?”

You shrugged. “A few days ago, maybe.”

“A few days?! Well, that settles it. You’re comin’ with me.”

Almost instinctively, Ted placed his hand down on the table, dragging it back a bit once he saw how you shuddered at the movement. The top of his palm went halfway up your body, and he suddenly became nervous.

You took a few steps back, stumbling as your eyes darted from his palm up to his face and back down again. God, he was so big.

Ted flushed red. “I’m sorry, little guy, I didn’t mean it like that.” He huffed a laugh, and you were confused. “Gosh, some BFG I am. I’m not really helpin’ you, am I? I’m just scarin’ you.”

You sighed. Even watching him from afar, you couldn’t figure Ted out. You always waited for his facade to fade as soon as someone left the room; maybe a scowl, or mumbling something mean about them. But it never happened. Maybe… maybe he really was this nice. God damn it, were you actually feeling bad for him?

“I…” you started, pausing to see if Ted would hear you. He did. Of course. “I would… I would love to eat, actually.” Another pause. “Thank you.”

Ted felt his entire chest fill with warmth. He wasn’t really sure what was about to happen, but he knew one thing — he was going to keep you safe, no matter what. There was no way he could let you go now. He was determined.

“Hey, remember what I said?” Ted asked. You shook your head no. “I said I wouldn’t hurt you. And I meant it. Yeah?”

You shyly nodded, which immediately prompted Ted to smile. His eyes never left you as you gingerly climbed onto his palm, which was surprisingly still as you situated yourself.

Really, he could barely process what was happening. But he felt his heart skip a beat and his breath hitch when you made contact with him, your little tiny movements suddenly very sharp on his own hand. Boy, he thought, this is really taking having someone’s life in your hands to a whole new level.

“Are you good, little guy?” Ted finally remembered to ask.

A small nod. His heart fluttered.

“Right, I’ll keep you real close, alright? Make sure no one else sees you.”

You were waiting for that sinking feeling to hit, and while you were incredibly nervous, it never really happened. There was something about this giant… this… Ted… that you just knew was different. Call it instinct, delusion, whatever, but something inside of you felt safe.

Maybe this really was alright.

BONUS

“You really found one?” Beard asked incredulously. Frankly, he was shocked that Ted discovered a borrower before he did.

Ted nodded with an emphatic mmmhmm before an alarm bell went off in his head. “Say, how did you know that I was harborin’ a tiny person? I could have been hidin’ anything from you.”

Beard didn’t say a word, but he raised his eyebrows and curled his mouth in such a way that made Ted realize he probably didn’t want or need to know how Beard knew.

“You shoulda seen me,” Ted said lowly, trying to make sure his conversation didn’t get picked up by anyone else on the pitch. “Made a great BFG joke.”

“I thought the whole point of the BFG is that the giants eat people.”

“Hm.” Ted thought about that for a moment before his eyes went wide. Mouth agape, he turned to Beard, who gave a simple nod. “Oh, shoot.”

“That’s a pretty big mistake right there.”

“Ohhh,” Ted chuckled. “Ohh-ho-ho. That’s a good one, coach.”

“Thank you, coach.”

“You’re mighty welcome, coach.”

A pause.

“Can I meet them?”

“No, nope,” Ted replied immediately. “Oh, no. Absolutely not.”

Beard bobbed his head. “I figured.”

“Maybe someday,” Ted mused, thinking of how his tiny friend was probably enjoying some alone time in the makeshift Lego house he built for them. “Maybe someday.”

[cardhamine]

Tiny short AU of an AU

*Christmas Breached Ficlet Under Readmore*

This technically takes place one year AFTER the end of Breached - except it's after an ending that I didn't go with. So it technically doesn't have spoilers! This is from an Alt Ending of the Breached AU I've called "5 Star Fam" since way before Ruin came out. Haha

For the uninitiated, the Breached AU is about if Vanny and the nightguard (Vanessa/'Ava') are different people and they're gay.

5 Star Fam Ending is one where everything turns out 100% fine, and they all (including a certain DID alter) live fairly normal lives after Security Breach night is over with. Although there's zero Freddy in this one. (There's a more Malhare-centric Xmas fic that does feature Freddy more, but I decided not to post it.)

Also, leave it to me to start off with a cute Xmas idea and make it emotional by the end.

TW: One mildly suggestive sentence

12/23/202X

“I think … they’re done.”

“Ooh! Lemme see!”

A little over a year after the horrible events at the Pizzaplex had been resolved, Vanny still couldn’t believe she was there. This time last year, she had only just been released from the hospital. Back then, she was still so, so afraid that Glitchtrap would come back – much too afraid to trust herself alone with the blonde ex-security guard she’d almost murdered a dozen times over. And much too guilt-ridden to allow herself the enjoyment of standing in that same woman’s kitchen doing something so innocent as decorating sweets for Christmas.

That same woman, by the way, had eagerly made her way over to get a better look at the icing-laced designs Vanny had just finished on her portion of the sugar cookies. Placing a hand on Vanny’s shoulder and peeking over, Ava’s green eyes grew wide, and she grinned. “Awe, they’re so cute! Like from a real patisserie! You’re too good at stuff, Van.”

Ava’s fawning was something she feared she’d never get used to. She huffed out a red-cheeked sigh, then cleared her throat. “It’s really not that impressive. I did all that work tinkering with tiny parts in the animatronics, and then I made some miniature models to present to the design team. Like Moon, remember? So I’m good with my hands, that’s all.”

“Oh, I’m very aware of how good you are with your hands.”

Vanny imagined her cheeks must have resembled the red of the Christmas stockings hanging a few feet away. Noticing the response, the blonde burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, which only flustered Vanny more. Before she could muster any adequate response, though, another person stepped through the doorway to the kitchen.

Gregory’s tongue stuck out just a bit as he concentrated hard on not dropping the plate of carefully decorated cookies in his hands. Five sugary figures of what looked like the Glamrocks had been meticulously detailed in colorful icing, and he was determined to get them to their place on the counter without messing them up. Once he set the plate down, he eyed the two women suspiciously. Vanny looked pointedly away, though that made her embarrassment even more obvious. Ava, on the other hand, looked the picture of innocence with her usual sunshiny smile.

“You guys are being weird again,” Gregory commented, his eyes narrowing.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Ava stepped over to get a better look at his designs. “Holy cow, Kiddo! Those look amazing!” She waved Vanny over and nodded in the direction of his cookies. From the way the brunette’s expression melted free of embarrassment and into some mild surprise, it was obvious she was genuinely impressed.

“I didn’t know you were an artist,” she said mildly. “Not bad at all.”

“I know I’m good,” the boy grumbled in response, crossing his arms. “I draw a lot.” Vanny couldn’t help the tiny smile that tugged at her lips. (Ava deliberately did not bring up the very well-done but incredibly macabre comics he had been producing over the last year; she was pretty sure Vanny wasn’t aware of them quite yet.)

Vanny, meanwhile, was still looking over Gregory’s decorating skills. “Oh, you did Bonnie too.” Her eyes widened a bit as she noticed the neon-blue icing of the fifth cookie.

“Well, you said you were fixing him so he’d be back in the band again.” Gregory reached forward and adjusted the placing of the cookies so they stood in a straight row. With a low mutter, he added, “Six months ago.”

Vanny sighed. “We talked about this. You’ve done a great job helping me rebuild his frame, but repairing a CPU that was as damaged as Bonnie’s can be difficult – if not impossible. Doing things right takes time. Plus, with the M.X.E.S. programming taking up so much of my focus-”

“Yeah, yeah. You have more important things to do.”

Vanny and Ava traded glances. Before Ava could come to her girlfriend’s defense, Vanny gave a quick shake of her head, so the blonde stood down.

Gregory huffed and turned to leave. “I’m going to my-“ Abruptly, he paused, eyes trained on the space at the top of the doorway. Hanging there was a sprig of mistletoe, its white berries glaringly obvious against its green leaves. He spun around again, his face contorted in disgust as he pointed accusingly at the offending foliage. “No wonder you guys were being so weird. I can’t believe you actually put that up.”

Ava “snnrked” out a laugh but shook her head. “Good guess and all, Kid, but neither of us put that up.” Vanny groaned out a sigh, and Ava snickered again. “Either way, it’s cute! It’s just a silly tradition.”

Gregory rolled his eyes. “A dumb tradition gross adults made up so they’d have an excuse to kiss.”

Taking a few steps in his direction, Ava let out a long, drawn-out “Hmmm.” She tapped thoughtfully – exaggeratedly so – at her chin and mused, “You know, it sounds to me like someone’s jealous.”

Gregory scoffed. “Jealous? Of gross adults kissing?”

She took another couple steps. “I mean, maybe I’m just reading into it too much or something, but you’re complaining an awful lot. Sounds kind of like you’re just mad you’re missing out on all the kisses.”

The boy squinted in her direction suspiciously. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ava shook her head sadly. “I just didn’t realize you felt so left out! I’m a terrible guardian. Everyone should feel included.”

Gregory’s eyes grew wide as dinner plates, and he took two steps back. “Vanessa Avalon Andros, you’d better not!”

From her comfortable spot a few feet away, Vanny held her hand up to cover the grin growing up her cheeks. “Oh, he used your whole name, Blondie. He must be serious.”

“Not as serious as me~” In a flash, she had scooped the boy up, his arms pinned against his sides as she kissed the top of his head. Vanny bit back a laugh as she considered that the image looked a lot more like a chicken pecking at grain than a grown woman delivering a dozen obnoxious smooches to a boy’s messy mop of hair. For his part, Gregory fussed and kicked his feet back and forth futilely, but her grip around him was too tight. �� 

Once she was done peppering kisses, she let go, allowing him to land on his feet. "There you go, Squirt! Your share of Christmas smooches."

He huffed and pushed her away. "I hate it here," he grumbled; though there was an exasperated smile tugging at his lips that made it seem that the complaint wasn’t entirely genuine.

Still, he turned to leave for his room, so she piped up, "Oh, wait! The icing on the cookies will be dry in like, an hour or something. You're still gonna come help us eat them, right?"

"After that? I shouldn’t," he answered blandly, "but yeah. I just promised I'd do a video call with my friend. I'll be back in a little while." After he was out of sight down the hall, he called back, "But don't eat Monty before I get back like you did last year!"

The blonde turned back, eyed the plate of Christmas cookies with interest, then murmured conspiringly to Vanny, "No promises~"

Though Vanny smiled back, her mind was caught on something. "This time last year,” she asked slowly, her smile fading a little as she thought back, "he was already staying with you. Did you guys actually celebrate Christmas? Or..?"

"Oh." Ava started cleaning up all manner of messy baking ingredients from their earlier cookie preparations. "Well, sort of. I tried, I mean. But he apparently hadn't celebrated Christmas since he lost his parents a few years ago, and after everything that happened last September... He's a lot more open to celebrating this year, I guess is how I should put it. We both are."

Vanny nodded wordlessly, staring down at the kitchen counter without asking anything else.

Ava began scrubbing a little too hard at a spot of icing that had begun to stain the counter linoleum. Her voice was uncharacteristically cautious when she asked, "You-... Did you-..  I mean, Bunny said you guys never had Christmas, growing up. Is that true, or..?"

Vanny groaned. "Did she tell you every miserable detail about our life?" She sighed. "No. Our family didn't celebrate any holidays. At least, not with us. And once we lived on our own, I focused so much on work that I never got around to it, exactly."

"Oh."

There was silence again until Vanny spoke up again. "I can't think of a better first Christmas to have than one shared with you, anyway."

Ava glanced over, her green eyes bright. "You mean that?"

"Of course I do."

With a rosy-cheeked grin, Ava closed the distance between them immediately. She rested her forehead against her girlfriend's and let out a pleased sigh. "That's a relief. I was really nervous, actually."

Vanny huffed out a breathy laugh. "I could tell."

"I hate that you always know when I'm anxious."

"You wear your emotions on your sleeve, Blondie. It's something I love about you."

"Yeah, well..." Flustered, Ava nuzzled her forehead against Vanny's. "Anyway. I wanted your first Christmas to be good."

"As long as it's with you, it will be."

Ava huffed out a flustered laugh. "Then it's going to be great, because I'm not going anywhere." She planted a peck on Vanny's forehead and pulled back to return to her cleaning. A few moments passed before she changed subjects slightly. "I'm a little nervous about the Kid's Christmas, too, it being the first one without his parents and all. I'm not ... pushing things, am I?"

Vanny frowned softly. "No, I don't think so. He's come a long way since he first moved in. And you've been really careful to not push the more family-oriented traditions. He... He seems like he's doing okay."

"Christmas will be the real test." The words were spoken so resolutely it almost sounded like she was preparing to go to war.

"Christmas will be the real test," Vanny repeated with a nod, though her tone was gentler. "But no matter what, it'll be okay. You handled the nightmares and the panic attacks, then him starting school... You can handle whatever comes next." She paused. "And I'll be here. Even if he doesn't want my help, I'll do what I can."

Ava shook her head. "I know you think he doesn’t like you, but-"

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening echoed from the other side of the house. Following it came footsteps and Gregory's voice. The women paused and turned as he approached.

"Yeah, hold on, I'll prove it! I did all of them; why would I leave out Roxy?" He made his way in, holding his phone up as he facetimed with someone. He didn’t acknowledge the other two as he beelined to cookies and turned the camera of his phone toward them. “See?” He pointed towards the wolf-shaped sugar cookie. “Roxy.”

A young feminine voice spoke out through the speaker. “You got the design on her top wrong, but it looks good other than that!”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t a nut about Roxy like you,” he argued.

“Hey! I said it looked good otherwise!”

“Thanks, I guess.” He puffed.

“Is she still getting fixed? Roxy, I mean?”

“My friend said she is, so she is. Hold your horses, alright? Doing stuff right takes time.”

“I was just asking.” Before Gregory could respond, the girl spoke up again. “Oh, shoot. My dad’s calling. Sorry, Gregory.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ll text you! See you.”

“See you.”

Gregory poked at his phone screen, then continued to poke around at apps for a few more seconds before a curious Ava spoke up.

“Who was that?”

Gregory looked up. Ava and Vanny were watching him with interest, but Ava was the one who was leaning forward, resting her chin in her hands with wide eyes.

He looked back at his phone. “A friend from when I was living in the pizzaplex,” he answered mildly.

Ava buzzed with excitement. “Awe, a little friend!”

On the other hand, Vanny’s eyes narrowed. She crossed her arms. “Like, one you met in real life? Not just one you only know from your VR games?”

“My online friends are real friends.”

Vanny sighed and evened out her tone. “I didn’t say they weren’t. I very specifically said, ‘one you met in real life.’ Like, in person.”

Gregory relaxed a little. “Yeah. We hung out at the pizzaplex a lot before- … before everything happened. We go to different schools now, but she plays some of the same online games as me.”

There was another question Vanny was itching to ask, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it in front of Ava. There were some things she didn’t know if Ava knew. Things that weren’t entirely hers to tell. Maybe she could get that question answered in a more roundabout way. “She must’ve been at the pizzaplex pretty often if you guys spent that much time together. She wasn’t one of those kids obsessed with going to the arcade every day, was she?”

Gregory cast a knowing look her way. He shook his head. “No. Her dad worked there is all.”

Vanny let out a quiet sigh of relief. If Gregory was spending time with the other apprentices again – if they were even still alive – that could be a problem. There was always the chance that William’s influence wasn’t entirely gone, wasn’t there? Even after everything they’d done, after everything they were still doing, the possibility was there. If there was even a single person out there that had been influenced by William, there was a risk that he could claw his way back to power. That was her fear, at least.

Ava, it seemed, did not have the same concerns weighing her down. In fact, the revelation about Gregory’s friend had brought out her golden retriever energy in full force. She practically had stars in her eyes as she asked eagerly, “Does she live nearby? Why don’t you invite her over? What’s her name?”

Used to her overzealous behavior by now, Gregory waited patiently for the deluge of questions to come to an end. Once it had, he answered in order, “She lives maybe twenty minutes from here. I haven’t invited her because I live with a bunch of weirdos. Her name’s Cassie.”

“Cassie!” Ava crooned. “Well, if she lives so close, you have to invite Cassie to meet the weirdos you live with. I can go pick her up and everything! Or I could drive you over there to hang out. Unless her dad is bad news, I mean. Is her dad bad news?”

“Blondie.” Vanny nudged her girlfriend gently. “Your savior complex is showing.” Though a charmed smile tugged at her lips, she couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit overwhelmed on Gregory’s behalf.

If Gregory was overwhelmed by the blonde’s overbearing exuberance, it didn’t show. “Her dad is super cool, actually. He just has to work all the time, and with the pizzaplex closed down, she gets left home alone a lot.”

“Well,” Ava was definitely trying to reign in her enthusiasm but failing, “there’s no need for her to be alone all the time. We have plenty of company over here, even if we’re a little weird. Oh! Maybe even for Christmas! That would be fun, don’t you think, Van?”

Vanny huffed out a breathy laugh. Noticing the boy’s thoughtful expression, she asked softly, “What do you think about that, Gregory?”

Gregory glanced back down at his phone, considering the question quietly. Eventually, he nodded. “I think that would be cool.”

[heyhellohihowareyou]

Why Cheer Up Time! was just lovely (Part 2)

(Part 1)

The somber start was nice. Especially with how the first part ended.

I’m always up for Okano having more screentime.

I’m VERY up for Maehara having more screentime.

Okano’s a cutie and I will always stand by that!

Okay so, I love how soft both Maehara’s and Okano’s VAs sound. Really sets the episode.

Koro being a snoop. I really shouldn’t be surprised.

Cutie Okano.

Yes, it is in fact canon Maehara absolutely excels at Karaoke because of course

WAAAAAAAH Okano’s adorable! 🥹💕

Gosh, this episode is so so wholesome hopefully nothing could ruin-

GODDAMMIT! Can’t we just have a wholesome episode 😞

Okajima the dumbass

This

And she sticks the backflip!

“You’ve trampled on a maidens heart!” - Hazama

Maehara: “He’s right but being scolded by a peeping tom doesn’t really seem convincing.”

Pfft-horndog

Nagisa being late to the party

Hazama: “It’s complicated, but anyway Maehara is in the wrong.” Per usual.

Maehara being desperate as hell.

Okano: “You got some nerve telling me what to do like some playmaker in soccer!”

Poor Nagisa getting bonked by a chair 😅

Nagisa being late to the party

Maehara: “Milady Okano, regarding what we discussed earlier, may I have some-” Oh he pulled out the Milady. He’s REALLY desperate then.

Maehara: “Sliding kick! Ouch! That grazed me! I beg of you-”

Look, I find it honestly hilarious to see him this way 😆

Maehara being a literal dog

Now comes the part that makes me really enjoy this part of the OVA

But first we gotta get Maehara pissing Okano the hell off. Per usual 😅

Okano: “MY KNIFE TURNED INTO CHOCOLATE!?” I love you 🙂

Shoujo Maehara

Okano: “CLEVER AND MESSED UP!”

Okay now time for the actual sweet part…

“And do you really think I’d bother memorizing a girl’s favorite karaoke songs so I could sing along If I wasn’t actually interested in her?” - Maehara

*Heart clench*

And of course Maehara himself has to ruin it

How he survives this? I have zero clue.

Isogai: “Good grief. Maehara is no different from his usual self.” Yeah that’s tru- WAIT WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!?

And of course we gotta end it off with Koro getting his ass kicked.

Nagisa: “I want to be a teacher like Koro-sensei…Is what I thought at first. But, I’m kind of losing my confidence in that.” That’s fair.

Okay so, I need to get something off my chest but I freaking love this OVA. Might be overkill but I’d say this would be in my top ten for AC episodes (I need to make a list. We all know what’s first though 😗) I wouldn’t say this was the thing that made Maehara officially my second place ikemen (which is above Asano 😆) but it definitely played a role in that factor. I’d say this OVA did him good probably even better than the retaliation arc.

I love how goofy he is in this episode and I loved that one genuine scene he had with Okano. At first I wished Okano would have genuinely given Maehara the chocolates instead of being tricked to. But, now that I think about it, I’m okay with the way things turned out. He used information that he knew about her, proving that he does know her well enough and also said things that he knew that would piss her off enough to do her Koro-sensei knife trick and receive the chocolate from her. It makes sense really. And afterwards he goes on and says how he willingly went and memorized Okano’s favorite karaoke songs just so he could sing along with her. He didn’t have to do that. There’s no telling that he’d get that opportunity but he went and memorized her songs anyways.

Maehara can be an oblivious bastard and fuck things up but when it comes to the people he does in fact care about, you bet your ass it’s genuine!

I wanna say more, but this post is getting too long. I’ll go back to my corner now. Bye bye!

[skeleton-in-a-hoodie]

I think one of the parts of being a ghost that really messes with GS2 Splinter, but doesn't really bother DDMG Splinter anymore, is that even though he's still him, he doesn't think the way he used to.

The best example I can think of right now is how much more aggressively Splinter responds to threats. Like this man spent three and a half seasons only really killing when he had to and avoiding conflict. But then after he dies, if someone hurts his kids he's like "Ah, so you have chosen death."

Pre-death Splinter would not have tried to chew the general's face off, but post-death Splinter would have happily done so, if only Bishop hadn't turned up at just the right time to help Mikey and Casey pull Splinter off him.

It's something that genuinely frightens GS2 Splinter because he knows how he would have handled things if he weren't a ghost, but doing things that way seems strange to him now.

("If you kill this man, it will only make things worse for our family. Whether he deserves it or not doesn't matter. Do you really want the EPF after you and your children? What would that do to your family? You are already fighting one war, don't make it two."

vs

"Kill him. If the EPF come after your children, kill them too. Protect Mikey and Casey. Protect your family. RIPE ANYONE WHO HURTS THEM LIMB FROM LIMB IF YOU HAVE TO.")

At the start of the au, whilst Splinter is avoiding coming to terms with his own death or how he's changed, he spends a lot of time trying to figure out what he should do and questioning his own actions. Half the time he feels like in order to do anything he's got to wrestle his own brain to the ground and demand it stop being an asshole and just let him think.

DDMG Splinter meanwhile has forgotten so much about being human that his baseline for what is normal human behaviour is really wonky. He knows right from wrong, but his idea of that is slightly to the left. He also doesn't get the same level of utter confusion GS2 Splinter does after acting like a yokai.

This means he spends less time questioning his own decisions, but also means that he has zero clue how to approach social situations. He knows the etiquette for ghosts and yokai, but humans? No idea. There's all these little rules that all the other parents seem to know that he doesn't, and his kids seem just as perplexed as him. Splinter wants to ask the other adults about it, but something holds him back - when he thinks about it, he remembers feeling very confused and alone and slightly afraid.

It can create issues because sometimes he approaches a problem from the perspective of a yokai or ghost defending his Domain and family, when a more human approach would work better. Same goes for GS2 Splinter tbh e.g. trying to shank Apolex for cursing Casey when Leo is trying to appeal to her better nature.

So essentially you've got GS2 Splinter who can remember being alive and figure out alive!Splinter's thought process and reasoning from that, and so feels upset when he realises that's not how he thinks, but this means he still understands how living people think

vs

DDMG Splinter who remembers jack about being alive, so has no idea how alive!Splinter would think about certain things, and as a result feels more comfortable doing rat ghost/ yokai stuff because it comes naturally to him, but struggles more to understand humans

[davved-diggs-itunes]

I'm making this pinned so that anyone who stumbles on this blog can read the rich lore of the single post that I reblog. My main is @solar-cycle

TL;DR at the bottom! 

My now fiancée made the most heavily featured post on this blog in the early tumblr days and it gained some notoriety. It was famous enough to reach one of those reading tumblr textpost videos (think PM Seymour type of thing.) When I was very young, in early middle school, I was an avid watcher of these types of videos. I was obsessed with tumblr humor, but still very new to the internet and scared to make an account. Once while I was scrolling through these, I ended up clicking one of them that contained said post. I had zero clue about hamilton and didn't know who Daveed Diggs was, but I did see the username. idontshipitiluxurycruisethatshit. As someone relatively new to the internet and fandom as a whole this was genuinely the most fucking clever thing I had ever seen. I was new and utterly enraptured by the concept that anyone I saw online could be anywhere in the world. I enjoyed the username so much that I used to daydream for hours about chatting with the clearly hilarious and cool ☆~Tumblr User~☆ when I worked up the guts to get my own account one day. Eventually, as I was a big wattpad person at the time this snowballed. I used to daydream about who the person behind the username was. I daydreamed about them being a cool, sweet, shy guy that woah! just so happened to live in my hometown! because it's the internet and wouldn't that be cool if it was true! I daydreamed about making a tumblr and meeting and falling in love with this guy, and had a lot of y/a fic tropes in my head about the meet-cute. We'd bump into each other and we'd chat and eventually talk about the internet. I'd mention my tumblr (that i didn't actually have until the middle of highschool) and he would admit he had a blog there, and we would bond over how much we both love tumblr. He would say something and I would recognize him as the user and we would fall in love. 

But eventually I started gaining other interests. The internet is a big place and I knew my time of rewatching that same video just to smile at that same username and wonder was coming to an end. So I said goodbye. I was wishing this user I had never known good luck. I was wishing and praying that they would have a good life, and if it was bad now that it would get better. I cried and said I knew I'd probably never see this video again, but if I ever got a tumblr I would find them. My interest peters off, but this was a key event in my life. A year or two later I take a picture of a sign at EPCOT that says"Shipping across the galaxy!" with a picture of a spaceship. I think about this fake blogger guy I made up and smile. I think about showing him that picture one day, and I wonder for a moment if he likes space just as much as I do. Life moves on.

Fast forward several years. I'm talking with someone I've met through a former friend. I was uncomfortable at first because I'm bad with new people, and I'm freshly medicated for a lot of issues. We end up bonding over something that is now a funny inside joke and we do eventually become friends. He helps me figure out the light controls for our drama club and is affectionate in the way I always wanted to be with my friends. Eventually I briefly mentioned tumblr and how much I liked it as a kid, while reminiscing on that old blog name I saw. He asked if I have a blog and I said no, the people on there just seemed too cool for me to be a part of. He convinces me to set up a blog, and after it's done, I turn my phone away and embarrassedly type in that username. idontshipitiluxurycruisethatshit. No results. Unbeknownst to me, my now partner had changed his user by that time to fingergunsarepanculture, and I accept the loss sadly. Someone asks what I looked up and I brush it off, saying I was looking for a username that isn't there anymore. It drops and I become a more regular tumblr user.

Fast forward more and I'm a few years into my current relationship. It's late and my partner is driving me back home from his place. I suddenly get really nostalgic and go on tumblr to look up the username. Still no dice. He asks me what I'm doing and I finally admit. I'm a bit embarrassed about how much I daydreamed about it, so I just gave a brief. I saw a post on a youtube vid and I liked the username. I can never seem to find the user or post in search results in google or tumblr. I suddenly light up. Hey! My partner was a big hamilton fan! maybe they knew the post! I tell the vague memory of the post to them, something about Daveed Diggs and rapping the Itunes library or something. But! I say I remember the username really clearly and I was looking for them. He's quiet for a beat and asks the username and I repeat it perfectly because it was that profoundly fun to me. The car is Dead silent. He says "That was me. I made that post."

I fucking freak. I tell him how embarrassing that is because I used to daydream about all these things I have already told all of you. He is laughing in disbelief and I feel my soul trying to leave my body. Eventually he manages to locate the post in his blog after struggling to find it. Exactly the same post that I remember from all those years ago. I tell him that I went back to that video because no other video had him in it. I am MORTIFIED. 

In a way those daydreams did come true a bit. He lived near me, we fell in love, and we did bond over tumblr. Utterly embarrassing way to figure out your prayers have been answered, but he really is a dream. We hope to get married sometime, and if the thought didn't make me feel feverish I might have suggested a tumblr themed wedding as a joke, but I think even joking about it would suffocate me with cosmic irony. Thanks for reading and to my lovely beautiful boy: I love you. Even though you used to he a Hamilfan and made me be a fan by watching the proshoot </3 /lhj 

[Partner note: Sol's known me as three usernames over the 8 years we've known each other: the username they daydreamed about (idontshipitiluxurycruiserhatshit), the username it fell in love with (fingergunsarepanculture), and my current username, which they created because it's based on a nickname they gave me: Lion (lionsmess).]

TL;DR 

I found a funny tumblr username on youtube and daydreamed about meeting them at school and falling in love (i was a Wattpad kid). After a few years of dating my (at this time) fiancée, I told him this story and discovered he was the op and my daydreams technically came true. Hearing that in the moment was utterly mortifying for me as one might imagine.

[withleeknow]

lmao not the big work screen that's brave of you here's another one but less 😵 and more 🥰 vm.tiktok.com/ZGe378eMP/ - genuine q. concerning 🐹/🐈‍⬛: when are we never in the rabbithole??? *complains about the microwave*- *proceeds to feed the microwave* speaking of, hi welcome to your en-o'clock era 👀 this compilation is the most accurate preview of what's in store: vm.tiktok.com/ZGe37yXGA/

icl seungmin and mimo in ate?? still not over that bridge + that genre of mimo? i'm thinking the Δ composition = fwb/fboy!mimo + pining-bsf!seungmin 😶‍🌫️ WT: I CAN HEAR THE COGS TURNING + SENSE THE ANGST FROM MILES AWAY ISTG WOMAN THE REVEALLLL I'M GONNA SCREAM 🕊🦋

“what am i doing with an enhypen album” im crying 😭😭 consider yourself ✨️ influenced ✨️ she really is the prettiest - I didn't realise just how cute/cozy their photoshoot concepts were for inceptio 🥺 also asia!! 💓 whereabouts are you headed?

i'm surprised you're still here bc 🥟's given us not one but TWO ig lives this week 😭😭 AND THE TOUR CLIPS SO FAR?? BANGCHAN??! SMILEY MIMO W/ HIS BLUE HOODIE? THE THUNDEROUS STAGE?!!

i'm already on ep 27 bc i'm a fast watcher lol but YOOOOOOOO why did nobody tell me about niki 😭 he's ADORABLE YO, my new son omg i immediately adopted him. the most precious baby someone protect him at all costs 😭 also i've been looking at sunghoon lol we're pleasantly surprised. i had zero clue about his personality but after watching this, hello....... interesting....... just hear me out - he reminds me of mimo sometimes :o personality wise and also in some shots he looks like mimo to me lolll. ALSO i'm sure you've probably seen this but it came up on my explore page the other day and i watched it like 20 times in a row lskdfhalsd 🤣

2min △ 😭 we need to stop being on the same frequency bc i thought about it once and while a hyunho △ has the potential to run along lines of being in lurv with your buddy's gf, a 2min △ just has to stem from (childhood) best friends :o

i'm equally excited and nervous to post wt7.5 bc while i like some of the bits in this one, idk how people will receive it bc yk... angst. but we'll see in a few days akskjshd 😭

i'm going to vietnam for like 3 weeks hehehe. OH and i keep forgetting to tell you, my friend is going to music bank madrid and she asked me if i wanted to come too. unfortunately i'm out of paid leave and i have a jonas brothers concert (in my defense i bought the ticket last august before all the drama 🤣) a couple days after that, but imagine if we both to music bank together 😭 that... would be kinda insane methinks

🥟 has been so active with his lives lately i'm so in love with him :((( that newlywed life is treating him well i see, i should be their roommate i don't mind thirdwheeling

everything about the tour is driving me crazy. the setlist (although no charmer is a major L for me, rip), the looks, the solo stages (i cannot tell you how in love i am with mimo's hair. i'm still trying to process it), the merch especially the mood lamps and the stress balls (i caved and ordered a foxiny one) and the new skzoos doing UPPIES I WANT THEM SO BAD (and look oh my god they can hold hands) I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WANTED SOMETHING SO BADLY 😭 i love that while everyone else was doing horny numbers and getting freaky on main, seungmin had a mike wazowski guitar moment and mimo had a babygurl stage lolll. ngl i couldn't really focus watching the thunderous performance bc they were SO sparkly lmaooo i love the babygirl-esque fits 😂

[gingermusings]

closed starter for @scoobwrites who: poppy & angelo where: eric & naveen's party

Any other night, at any other party, Zero disappearing so early into the event hardly would have bothered her. She was more than capable of handling herself, had more than enough friends to spend her time with, she didn’t need to be with her boyfriend twenty-four/seven. But well, when part of the party was dedicated to her and her new singles being released, Poppy had kind of thought he might actually want to stick by her side for the night. That’s what he would have done when they first started dating, but clearly this was just another thing that had changed over the past year. Which was fine. Everything was fine.

Well, actually, no it wasn’t. It wasn’t fine at all. And tonight he was going to know it.

So maybe she should actually be thankful that Zero’s off somewhere else, doing heaven knows what. For all it stung that he’d rather be with anyone else but her, it at least meant she didn’t have to stress all night long as to how he’s going to respond to the single drops. If she tried hard enough, Poppy could potentially even forget the worries completely and just focus on having fun and enjoying the party before midnight rolled around.

Or at least that’s what she had planned to do. But after flittering around a few rooms, saying hi and spending a bit of time with the familiar faces that occupied them, she found herself for once feeling almost exhausted from all the socialization. It was a new sensation for the usually extreme extraverted Poppy Pink, and it wasn’t one that she liked, but she wasn’t sure how to make it stop. It was like no matter who she was talking to, who she was standing by, she just wanted to be somewhere else. Only, she had no clue where that place was.

Alcohol. That would fix this. She just needed to drink more, that’s all.

Navigating her way into the boys’ kitchen, she had expected to just make a quick drink and head back out to find some place to maybe sit for a minute or two, but stops short in her tracks the moment she turns the corner to see a familiar figure leaning against the counter, seemingly in his own little world. For the first time that night a genuine smile slowly makes its way onto her lips as she takes in the sight for a second or two before she moves to go stand beside him. “You’re here,” she comments, an almost awe in her voice as she points out the obvious. “I didn’t know if you’d come.” While this wasn’t actually her party, she had still reached out and personally invited Angelo to it herself, wanting him there for the release of her next two singles. But just because she had asked him to attend didn’t mean he actually would. Parties like this weren’t even close to being his thing and Poppy knew that, so to see him here meant the entire world to her, really.

[kyupidos]

08/09/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

confessing, or being confessed toヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘how they choose to confess—or perhaps, how you confess.’

characters. ignihyde , diasomnia : idia shroud, ortho shroud , malleus draconia ( separate ) ;; romantic ( ortho is platonic, a cont. of idia’s ) . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. no real author’s note today..this one is formatted as a ficlet this time ‘round! this took a LOT of effort but i’m proud of it!

idia

. would idia even be able to find it in himself to confess to you? that’s a question that even he asks himself whenever the idea pops up in his head even for a second. he’s rather unsure of himself, after all, how can he be certain that his love for you is reciprocated? just look at him, he can’t help but think. he is himself, and you’re, well you’re you. though, his thoughts were casually interrupted by a sudden knocking, forcing him to get up and open the door, only to be greeted with you. “hey, idia! i got a note saying that you wanted to meet me at your room. what’s up?”

and, immediately, his otome recognition senses went haywire. the idea of a note being passed to meet up for a cliche confession, there was no way that was happening right now. except, your words proved his point wrong, no matter how much he wanted it to be otherwise. though, it seemed you came to a similar conclusion as you kept talking as he stammered to come up with an excuse.

“could it be..you’re in love with me?”

oh crap, oh crud! there was no way he was getting out of this one, he despaired as he stumbled backward and sunk into his gaming chair, still fumbling to get out of the situation. he still had zero clue as to your feelings for him, whether you saw him as a friend or something more, and he wasn’t even sure if you really genuinely saw him as a friend in the first place, you could just be participating in a super long dare for all he knows!

a second had passed, and eventually he took in a deep breath, trying to find the words, “ah, w-well actually, you see-” he halted, looking up to see your teasing expression. wait, maybe you see it all as a joke?! not the best way for his unexpected confession to go, but he can still make the most of it—

“because, i love you too.”

ah. never mind.

ortho

. “so, how did it go, nii-san?!” ortho excitedly leaned toward idia, who was in the middle of suffocating himself with his pillows. idia sighed deeply, unsure how to feel about the events that had passed so recently. “y’know, i meant the note thing as a joke..they even stole the confession away!” the younger shroud tilted his head, unsure of what to make of the revelation, before giggling lightheartedly.

“well, anyway, it worked out all in the end, didn’t it?” ortho patted idia’s shoulder sympathetically, smiling as his brother lifted his head up with a hesitant smile. it seemed that the elder shroud managed to get over his embarrassment faster than expected, thankfully enough.

thank goodness he made sure to slip the note in your textbook when he had the chance to.

malleus

. with a deep hum, malleus watched the fireflies that signaled his arrival light up the darkening sky of the ramshackle courtyard as he waited for any sign of movement—to be specific, of your movement. after all, what would make for a better spot to confess his love, than the very place he first saw you? he was already following proper courting etiquette before this moment, so he can only hope that you accept.

finally, after perhaps a moment’s or so passing an unexpectedly long waiting for him considering how he doesn’t think much of time, he heard a familiar voice ring in his ears, “tsunotarou, what are you doing here? it’s a bit later than usual, you know.” the draconia prince’s head perked up excitedly, a soft smirk on his face as he turned to face you, looking as beautiful as you always do, admiring your confused face. ignoring your well-intentioned jab at his sleep schedule, malleus gracefully extended a hand to you.

“care to dance, child of man?”

you weren’t exactly sure what you were dancing to, but malleus’ humming combined with the noises of the nature surrounding you both in the background was enough to keep you from stumbling awkwardly, along with the way he guided you along. actually, if you listened closely enough, you could almost make out an actual instrumental to a song, and some bats lurking in the trees, but you would ignore it for now as you continued dancing with the dragon fae.

finally, the song seemed to be nearing its end, and his actions slowed, but his hand did not let go of yours, causing your confusion to sink in once more. “i’m still wondering tsunotarou..why are we dancing, again?” “you may not be aware of this, child of man,” the fae finally stopped as he took your hand and gave the back of your palm a kiss, “but dances such as these are popular in fae courting rituals.”

“so by any chance, would you perhaps like to dance with me more, as partners in both dance and love?”

[batheir]

"what do you call it then?" an arched brow lifts, keeping her wound from bleeding into festering anger still long enough to wait for an answer. one she's genuinely curious on how he'll respond to it. "i felt like a loser waiting for you standing outside as everyone else gathered in with their dates when you never showed up, after promising to. i talked about it with you and told how i would be singing. but you somehow developed dementia over night." but actually, he didn't forget, he just didn't care.

"i wasn't invited, so of course you don't know if i'd come." long lashes covered in dark mascara peer downwards, feathering against her tanned cheeks. tears trying to cloud her vision before she looks up at the bright sky to halt them in place. "i said biatch. but yes, bitch energy." since she had zero care about cursing right this moment, she'll feel bad for saying dirty words later. "or maybe you should look around and pay attention. i've tried to and i get shot down every single time." she repeats once again before gaze glues to his face. she knows what clues to look for in someone's mannerisms when they lie, so she pays attention closely. "best friends? don't hug each other like that while just cooking food or write 'particular man friend' captions. if you don't like her, well she clearly likes you. and none of this will change the fact you blatantly chose her over me, when you stood me up. but–– i get it, she's your 'best friend'," which hurts her feelings too, makes her feel even MORE excluded than she already feels.

"and i'm just some girl you met. i don't matter a lot, because i'm not most important, i'm not special because i didn't come first in your life. you two clearly already have a bond established and i'm just the other person that's came along, getting in the way. i know how it works when two people are already close, the third wheel always gets ditched. so i'll spare myself anymore pain of that and let you two have at it, king of mixed signals." helena scoffs, roughly patting his shoulder before she takes her phone back. throwing her legs out from underneath the railing and stands up to storm over to the steps that she climbs down before landing back on her patio. she pauses the rock music on her headphones, shoving open the patio door and enters her bedroom to drop those headphones and her phone on the vanity. maybe one day she will cure this lonely pit and find her own best friend, since she feels like she's just in a competition and that's not what she wants in her life. she won't be some stupid little girl, who chooses to be oblivious about what she's in store for. what? so she can get invested in him and turn up to be the living symbol of lana del rey's the other woman in two years? when he realizes he has undying love for his best friend. plus, like it doesn't hurt to hear how that's his 'best friend' and she's just... not? she's nothing?

alex absolutely hates confrontations,  especially confrontations with his loved ones,  and so he lowers his gaze and focuses on his shoelaces as though they were the most interesting thing in the universe.   he prefers to bottle his frustrations up,  go silent and let them fester rather than engage in a heated exchange.   “stood you up?”   he echoes absently,  frowning.   it doesn’t immediately dawn upon him what’s happened and why helena’s upset with him,  but he knows better than to repeat the question,  sensing that it would only further infuriate her.   not much slips his memory and he doesn’t get easily distracted,  he’s just not that kind of person,  and yet here he is,  still unsure what exactly he’d missed out on.   “well,  would you have come?   i didn’t think you’d want to spend a whole week with poppy in colorado.”   in his defense,  it would have been a trip straight from a nightmare had all three of them showed up.   the tension between his two best friends is difficult to handle when they’re in a room together for more than fifteen minutes,  let alone a whole week away from home.   “i’ve left my phone in the car,”   he admits truthfully and not without a hint of embarrassment.   most people have their phones glued to their hands,  but not alex.   he often leaves his old iphone at home or in the car or in some random jacket’s pocket,  forgotten in the closet.   “do you have yours on you?   could you show me?”   what the big deal is.   “what are you talking about now,  helena?   bitch energy?   i know that there’s some tension between you and poppy,  but i don’t understand where all this animosity is coming from.   maybe it’s all just a misunderstanding or miscommunication.   maybe we could all get together and talk this through.”   frown deepening,  his features grow more gloomy as he once again fails to put two and two together.  

“i’m pretty sure she has that.   a professional page,  i mean.   this is probably just a marketing strategy,  using social media to attract more readers.”   he has to refrain from rolling his eyes,  hearing the petty comments that are just unnecessary.   who cares about low caps?   besides,  if being a millennial is supposed to be some sort of insult to poppy,  then it’s also an insult directed at him —   after all,  they’re the same age.   “what?”   he has to admit that it seems strange.   but why wouldn’t poppy want to follow helena back?   “i’ll ask her about it,  but these apps glitch sometimes,  don’t they?   are you sure she’s never followed you back?”   it sounds nothing like his best friend,  an somewhere in the back of his head an alarm bell begins to ring.   taking the phone into his hand,  he carefully scrolls through three paragraphs worth of text and can feel the tips of his ears getting hot.   he wouldn’t necessarily call the captions romantic,  but some of them are also far from platonic,  especially the one describing how he carried her down the mountain when she sprained her ankle.   she still refers to him as a particular man friend,  which seems innocent enough,  but the pictures make it look like they’re on honeymoon.   a couple’s trip.   it has his stomach twisting uncomfortably because even though he knows that nothing romantic happened between him and poppy during the trip or ever before,  he can easily imagine what it looks like from helena’s perspective.   “she’s not my girlfriend.   we’re not dating.   she’s a very important person to me,  but that’s because she’s my best friend,  not because i want to be with her in a romantic way.   mixed signals?   oh,  i think i’ve been pretty straight forward with how i feel about you.”   it seems to him that she’s the one who doesn’t know what she wants,  not the other way around.

[love-strawberry]

heaven sounds great

summary : it was hard moving on but she was trying. it became impossible doing so when steve was trying to climb her window with a bunch of white roses speaking nonsense but she loved white roses. and him.

pairing : steve harrington x reader

warnings : language

author's note : part ii!!!!! thank you to everyone who liked part i, it makes my heart full!! i wanted to end this on an angsty note but i realised that i'd be heartbroken so here you go!! <3 hope you all like it as much i did!!

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y/n y/l/n had a lot of regrets in her life and having this conversation with robin buckley made the top three.

(the biggest one was steve finding out about her embarassing crush on him, his words, not hers. she regretted it so much that if she could've changed her name and fled off to french countryside, she would've.)

"but, like, why?"

"i have no fucking clue, robin," y/n said dryly as she played with robin's hands. "if i did, i would be with him right now. not with you."

"rude," robin glared playfully. "but, it's clear as the day that harrington likes you. no, you know what? he loves you. i, personally, thinks he's a loser but that loser worships the ground you walk on "

"thank you for trying to cheer me up, robin, i appreciate it. truly," y/n smiled at her. "but, there's a zero chance of steve liking me. i told what happened and how he reacted. it's not gonna happen."

"but—"

"i know what you're gonna say. maybe he reacted that way cause he was overwhelmed, but it's been three weeks," y/n said as she thought about all the times steve had ignored her the past few weeks. "i've called him a million time, he hasn't picked up. he doesn't take shifts at the store as the same time and leaves whenever i come back. it's clear as fuck that he doesn't wanna talk to me.

"i—i really wish that i should've said something more, you know. that it doesn't matter to me that he doesn't like me, cause he's my friend, robin, that should be enough. and i should've fought harder to stay but—it's all over now. he was my best friend and now my best friend who i stupidly have a crush on hates me."

y/n finished her rant, breathing heavily as robin rubbed her arm. she wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to curl up in a hole six feet under and die in it.

"hey," robin spoke gently, "it's all okay, alright? it's gonna be fine. you're an amazing woman and you're a badass. if steve doesn't like you, it's his loss. anyone would be lucky to be loved by you."

y/n smiled at robin and she moved to hug her. "thank you for cheering me up. you've improved from last summer."

"always, babe," robin shrugged but smiled genuinely, "and yeah, i've been practising. turns out you can't find a proper significant other if you're a cold bitch, so yeah."

y/n laughed genuinely in weeks. it's been three weeks since steve asked her to leave and three weeks since y/n had a good laugh.

she missed him, of course she did. she had now realised that her entire routine was woven around steve.

steve used to pick her up for her morning shift at the store and he usually hung out there until it was time for his shift.

the day after their fight, y/n ran late cause she was waiting for steve to pick her up, not realising that he probably won't be doing that anymore.

her shift seemed to last an entire day considering the one who used to make her laugh like no tomorrow and crack little jokes wasn't around.

she missed him. terribly and achingly. in a way that made her chest constrict.

and as y/n sat in her bedroom, surrounded by little memoirs from steve, with robin blabbering about something, she wondered if this ache would ever go away.

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steve was having a pretty decent day. that is, if being sad and heartbroken but not crying about it counts as decent.

if it does, then yes. he was having a decent day.

that was, until robin came stumbling through the door.

"oh, my god," robin gasped as if he was a ghost. he admitted that he wasn't looking that great, his hair was a mess and he had dark circles but he took offence to that.

"hey," steve whined. "i'll cry if you make fun of me, i swear."

"no! no, it's not that," robin said frantically, "i thought your shift was over?!"

"what? no, it's not over for," steve spoke as he checked his watch, "another 45 minutes."

"ugh, fuuuck," robin said as she looked at steve then back at the door. "okay, look. don't be mad at me. i didn't know."

"what—? what'd you—" steve's sentence died out as he looked at the person who had just entered.

"what's wrong?" y/n said as she looked at robin, not realising that steve was around since he was standing behind a rack.

"uhhh," robin said as her eyes kept going back and forth between steve and y/n.

"oh," y/n said quietly, having spotted the mop of hair that she had grown to love.

"i am sorry, y/n/n," robin said. "we can go and come back when his shift is over. i thought it'd be over by now."

"no, it's okay," y/n assured robin. "you should go ahead. i've been meaning to talk to steve for a while, that is if he decides to be adult and not run away this time."

steve glared at y/n, moving around the rack to stand in front of her, y/n glaring right back though her eyes didn't have any hate or venom in it. robin realised that.

"i'll—" robin pointed to the gate though the others gave no indication they heard her, too busy in their staring/glaring contest, "—just go. bye!"

the door closed.

"i understand that it's not gonna be the same between us after that but i would like to know if you're gonna come around or if you're gonna start pretending that you don't know me," y/n said as she stared at him.

"of course it's not gonna be the same," steve looked away first, throwing his hands in the air. "why did you have to tell me that? what couldn't you have liked literally anyone else—?"

"i didn't tell you, you weren't supposed to find out, steve—"

"and," steve raised his voice to continue speaking over her, "if even we do get together, it's just—it's not gonna work out? it's just all make believe, okay? we think it's gonna be sunshine and daisies but it's not. you were my best friend, y/n—"

"were?" y/n questioned, her voice becoming so quite that steve thought he imagined it.

"i—i don't—" steve sighed, choosing to stay silent instead.

"it's okay, steve," y/n smiled sadly at him. "i got what i wanted to know. it's okay, i understand."

y/n turned to leave, her hand on the door when steve called out for her.

"y/n, wait."

she turned back to look at him, hating the way her whole body filled with too much hope. hoping that he'd tell that she won't be losing him. that he'll be there for her, just like he always said he would.

"i'm sorry. i—i really am."

"me too, steve."

y/n looked at him for a moment, praying that he'd say something else but, then walked away.

he didn't ask her to stay. so, she left.

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y/n liked to think that she handled that situation with steve maturely.

she didn't cry, she respected his wishes of not remaining friends and she didn't ring him anymore to talk to him.

she handled this situation like an adult and was choosing to move on.

but, moving was easier said than done and the fact the steve was currently climbing up to her window didn't exactly help her in doing so.

"what the fuck?"

"a little help here would be very much appreciated, but you know, take your time. it's not like i'm hanging by a thread here and about to fall to my death."

y/n considered pushing him back just for his sarcasm but realised that she'll probably be the first suspect. so, she helped him, even though somewhat reluctantly.

"what are you doing her?" y/n asked as she pulled him in and closed the window. "at this time?"

"sorry," steve said as he scratched the back of his neck. it was then y/n noticed that he had a bunch of white roses in his hand and felt her features soften.

"what are you doing here, steve?" she asked again, this time more gently.

"i—um, i wanted to give you these," steve said as he shoved the flowers in her hands, retracting his arm at lightning speed.

"oh—" y/n was dumbfounded, as she kept staring at the flowers and back at steve. "thank you? i'm sorry, these flowers are very pretty. i'm just—i'm just so confused."

"yeah, no. you have a right to be confused," steve nodded his head vigorously. "i was driving through the town and i saw these outside the jones' house and thought of you. but then i remembered that we're not on good terms but i just couldn't drive away without getting these. for you. and so i—i decided to pluck them but i forgot that the jones' had a dog and i barely escaped with my life. and i know that i—"

"steve—" y/n tried to speak but he didn't listen.

"—you loved these. so, i got these and i wanted to give these to you but again, we're not on good terms but i was like 'fuck it' and here i am. this was a stupid idea, obviously. you know what, i'll just go, you keep the flowers. it's not like i can stick these back to their bushes and even if a could, i wouldn't. the jones' dog is a menace—"

"steve-"

"—i mean, i love dogs but that bitch? a spawn of devil, i tell you. and you know what, i'll probably shut up now and fall to my death. have you tried climbing up to here? it's so difficult. how're you doing, by the way? you like these flowers—"

"first off, stop saying 'these'," y/n spoke cutting his off. "second, i'm good, steve. how're you? third, i love these flowers. and fourth, i. am. confused."

"first, sorry. second, i'm glad you're fine. i am fine too. third, thank god. fourth, i'm sorry. it's all my fault," steve spoke as he looked at her with apologetic eyes.

"it's okay—i, um, i'm just shocked to see you. i mean, i thought we—" y/n motioned between them, "were over. i mean our friendship. not our relationship cause that's non-existent. i'll shut up now."

"yeah, i am sorry for that-—"

"stop saying sorry."

"sorry."

y/n looked at him before cracking a smile.

"robin is right about you, you know? you are a dumbass."

"hey!" steve looked at her with mock-offense. "rude!"

"sorry not sorry," y/n laughed lights before setting the flowers in her desk and turning back to steve. "so, what brings you here, other than giving me these flowers?"

"uhhh," steve looked anywhere but at her. "i—i wanted to see you."

"see me," y/n scoffed. "i thought you made it quite clear that you didn't wanna see me during our last conversation."

"i deserved that," steve winced. "and that's what i'm sorry about. i thought about it a lot, going over our conversations again and again and you're wrong about one thing."

"what thing?" y/n asked looking at him with suspicion.

"that i don't like you. that's what you're wrong about."

"look, steve," y/n stood up from her bed. "if you're only here to joke about my embarassing crush on you, then please. just go. don't joke, please. not about that."

"i am not—i'm not joking, y/n!' steve said as he pleased with his eyes for see her to believe him, "i swear, i'm not. i would never. i do like you, how could i not? wait, no. i love you. you're this incredible person and i love you. so much."

"then why didn't you say anything?" y/n asked as she picked at her nails.

"because—because we're best friends. best friends do fall in love with eachother at least once. we did too. and i didn't wanna ruin us over something that may not even last forever. i couldn't do that, i couldn't lose you."

"steve," y/n whispered as she took his hands in hers. "don't you think that i knew that? but come on, i've managed to put up with your bullshit for over 15 years. the chances of us lasting forever do look good."

"you're right, of course you are," steve said as he leaned in closer and connected their foreheads. "but i was still afraid of losing you. these last few weeks have been hell without you telling me about random shit."

"you're not afraid anymore?" y/n asked, her voice not more than a whisper due to their close proximity.

"i'm not afraid anymore."

with that, steve leaned in more and kissed her.

it was everything y/n had imagined and more. steve's hand was cradling her jaw while the other rested at her waist, pulling her impossibly close. y/n's hand was cupping his cheek while the other clutched his collar, pulling him even closer to her.

they both parted for air, smiling heavily, panting heavily but hearts full.

"you really wanna do this? it's gonna be some level of make believe but i think it's gonna be heaven," steve asked, his lips brushing over y/n's.

"yeah, heaven sounds great with you."

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