#i have another big thing but it was like. fucking scribbles i didnt think that was worth putting here

[mubbyjo]

after years of hibernation here's a pile of wips and some oc art

[ze-pie]

I'm so excited for the news of a new sk8 season you have no idea 😭 I really thought we'd be getting a movie at best

I scribbled down a bunch of my thoughts and hopes for season 2 so read on if you're interested! (Warning, very long, and half of that is bc i ramble about renga lolol)

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My god i can actually make a list of things id love to see in Season 2 and not be like "no dont do that bc then youre gonna get your hopes up that there will even be a s2" but its actually happening holy shit lol ok anyways:

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1. ARREST ADAM. IM NOT FUKN PLAYING LOL GET HIS ASS ARRESTED AND CHARGED FOR SUMTHIN JESUS LORD. Literally my only major criticism with the show is that Adam didnt go to prison by the end of the season so it HAS to fuckin happen this time. I want that red haired investigator lady to win so bad please catch his ass.

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2. Ever since this idea was planted in my head, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, but I want the sk8 gang to travel! Like not just to a hot springs like I want them to travel and skate across Japan and even elsewhere (bonus points if we somehow get Renga in Canada), I think the change of scenery would be really interesting, especially if they went somewhere like Tokyo. I'm just a sucker for friends traveling arcs in general, and this also could go hand in hand with my next point:

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3. I think it would be interesting if "S" died out at some point this season, whether through Adam arrest (🤞) or bc of the aforementioned traveling we just dont see much of "S" this series, or if the characters simply grow out of "S" naturally (honestly the one I'd most prefer.) I think it would be another good ride home to the central theme of the show about doing things you like bc they're fun and not bc of any clout or approval ranking. 

And honestly, I think we've explored as much of "S" as we could while keeping it interesting. Not to say there shouldn't be more competing, that's like half the show lol, but i think the location of "S" will start to get a little repetitive after a while. This is why going somewhere like Tokyo would be a perfect refresh of the format, bc you can skate in new locations with different types of people than the typical underground flamboyancy of "S" (as wonderful as it is.)

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4. Matchablossom past!🍵🌸 I'd love to see it, this is definitely not the ship that receives the most of my love in the show but I do still enjoy watching them, so id love to get some nice meat to their relationship for me to keep sinking into (〃^∇^)ﾉ

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5. It was hinted that Koyomi would become a great skater in due time and I'd love to see that realized! I think she'd make a fun addition to the sk8 gang and personally I think Koyomi and Miyas personalities and snark levels would make for the funniest fucking comedy I just, I can hear their mean spirited chaotic banter from back here.

I know some people like to think they'd be wholesome friends but like,,,,, they're both little shits,, what you think you put them together and they'll just. Get along?? I mean maybe, but for me it sounds funnier if they just cant stand each others guts but are also, hilariously enough, inseparable (which maybe is too similar to matchablossoms shtick but I feel like that's more married couple bickering than anything so I feel like it'd be different enough.) Like they're both little shits but they're little shits in different fonts so they're still little shits to eachother god give it to me.

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6. ALSO LITTLE BROTHER MIYA BIG BROTHER REKI PLS ITS THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD TO ME I WANNA SEE MORE OF IT

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7. I also want to know more about Reki's friend that stopped skating (and Reki's past in general), and I wouldn't even mind that skate friend temporarily returning to Reki's life and giving Langa certain... complicated feelings >:)

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8. Obviously wanna know more about Langa's past as well. Did he have any family on his dad's side? How did his dad die? Are we gonna see more flashbacks/scenes where the Japanese voice actor is trying his damndest to sound like he's fluent in English? Will I have to be subject to hearing that once more? Who's to say.

(ok, wouldn't it be so cool tho if they did have full scenes where langa is speaking english, but they went and got the english voice actor to do the lines??? I feel like that would be so cool and his voice is so similar to the japanese va that it wouldn't even be jarring switching back and forth)

((i dont know anything about how voice actor laws work or if this is at all possible but a girl can dream lolol))

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9. i cant fucking believe theres a season 2 i m justbrbeshagw i cant do itmmtgus

i was gonna say i can die happy but thats a lie if i die i cant watch season 2 and it might not be out till at least late next year oh god i have to NOT DIE TILL THEN OMG ILL BE SO MAD

renga renga renga RENGA RENGAAAAA,

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OKAY actually on that topic, last note, hopes for Renga:

10. I don't want Reki and Langa to get in another big fight again like last season. Not that there was anything wrong with their s1 fight as a story device, bc I reaaally liked that conflict. It made sense with their characters and gave them both a bit of introspection on who they are as people, and who they are to eachother, and what the other truly means to them, and it ultimately brought them closer together. I just want that to stay true this season.

And I guess I shouldn't say fight, they're totally allowed to get into arguments and maybe even intense ones (as cute as their reunion was, they clearly didn't actually talk about everything that was bothering them, and I couldn't tell if that was anime being anime or teenagers being teenagers. Maybe both?)

I just don't want them to be made to break up again. Conflict between them is fine (it could even be spicy depending on the context >:3c) but I don't want it to drastically sever their connection like last time. It would be nice if it's like: "Okay, this is clearly a problem, and I am upset, but I now know that ghosting you isn't the answer, we have a true bond somewhere here, and I think we can get through this" I am not a script writer lol but you know, show a bit of growth! It would be lovely to see.

And hehe definitely self-indulgent but this point could actually be swayed for me if the situation is an explosion of jealousy and unacknowledged more-than-platonic feelings, creating a different kind of emotional tension than last conflict, where its less about self esteem issues, inadequacy and betrayal, and more of: "I might be in love with him, but I cant tell him bc I honestly don't even understand my feelings myself, and that stresses me out, and now were both stressed out and we don't know why bc were dumb teenagers who don't know how to communicate our feelings.😭"

lol obviously this^ is very dependent on of course there actually being a romantic storyline between the two, which like, actually it typing out with words as if its a possibility.... i can practically see the clown nose and wig materializing on my desk ready for me to put on lol i refuse to entertain that it's a possibility for my own sanity.

If there's anything I for sure want to see as their relationship develops, it's learning how to communicate, cause I still think there's a few things left unsaid between them (esp on Rekis part, things that Langa might like to at least be aware of?)

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Overall I will simply be happy just,,, seeing my boys doing things again, hanging out together, new canon adventures 🥲🥺 I'm so happy, another full season of my babies ❤💙❤💙❤💙

[xgryffinwhore]

mama i’m in love with a hitman

summary: two years with barry what could go wrong? oh yeah hes a murderer-

warnings: some angst, marriage proprosal oop-

you had originally begun acting because it was the only affordable option to get you some time away from your family. ya, you still lived with your family.

anyways, acting became kind of like a release for you. you had been going for about 4 months now, you loved everyone you worked with, they were such great people.

then one day, barry berkman showed up,

and basically changed your life.

the first day you saw him, your heart basically feel out of your ass. holy shit was this guy hot; tall, mysterious, and awkward as hell. perfect.

you took him under your wing, immediately engaging with him and bugging him about his person endeavors and whatnot. you two became inseparable, youre bascially the only reason he even uses his messaging app.

you showed him the ropes of LA, giving him tours of sketchy venues, shitty Chinese restaurants. you always felt so awful for him, dragging him around to every place.

"I'm sorry, barry, im just trying to give you the full LA experience"

"its ok, being seen with the prettiest girl in LA isnt so bad"

yeah, one thing led to another, and you had moved into barry's apartment a year after. your relationship was strong; you cuddle, argue, fuck, all of that modern day romance contraband.

everything was exceptional, other than the fact that he was dragging his feet on marrying you...

yeah, you had dropped some major hints. wedding magazines everywhere, leaving honeymoon deals up on the desktop, evening face timing your friend and talking obnoxiously loud about the idea of getting hitched.

tomorrow was your two year anniversary, and you two had been buzzing about it all week, all the lovey dovey language and such.

"babe, tomorrows the day" he squeezed your shoulders from behind you. you were sitting at the coffee table, and he had just served you toast. "i know old man, didnt think we'd last did ya?" "first of all, im only like four years older than you, second" he kissed you on your temple "i knew you were the one."

in the midst of sipping your coffee and passing back and forth news papers, barry’s phone begins to vibrate; the name “Fuches” catches your eye. who was fuches and why did barry have to step out of the room to answer it?

when he came back he looked ghostly, his complexion pale and his lips quivering slightly. “all ok?” you ask, trying to sound lowkey; “uh um- yep. just have to head out for a bit, they need me at work.”

he left abruptly after, grabbing a hat and his black coat. weird. it was the middle june.

you hadn’t heard from him all day, except for a text at lunch that said

barry: Won’t be home tonight, dont forget to lock up.

your heart sunk, the day before your two year. i mean really what was his damage? you didn’t realize how hard it was to fall asleep without him, you tossed and turned until you eventually caved in and called.

ring...... ring.....

ring..........ring......

‘hey! it’s barry berk-uh um block! leave a message if you want to i guess um ok bye howthefuck do i turnthisthing off-OHH!’

oh how you missed that dorky man, true, it had only been a few hours but his touch was your saving grace. the line beeped and you decided to leave him something

“aha hey bar, y/n here. beds cold without you. miss you. be safe.”

the night way cold and long, you were drifting to sleep. but you heard the front door jangle. you sleepily run down the hall way and run straight into barry. you hugged him, his bosy was stiff and he was trying to inch away from you. "bar!" you whined looking up at him, his nose was bloody and he had a black eye.

“bar?” you wiped his cupid’s bow, the sleepy haze quickly wearing off. he pushes past you “just fell, please just wait for me in bed.” by the time you caught up with him at the bathroom, the door was already shut.

you heard the shower turn on, and you could hear him faintly hiss in pain. he was in there for a while, by the time he got back you could hear the birds chirp, which means it must have been close to 5 am. the sun was still down, and you watch his dark figure slip into bed next you to.

“i love you.” he whispered

“i love you too.” you turned to face him, you knew something was up, you knew he had been hiding something.

“you always leave in the night, when i’m sleeping you always leave barry. is it another women?” barry’s face contorts into a confused scribble. “y/n what? you’re the only one.”

“then why don’t you tell me what you’re really up to. go’s we’ve been dating for two years and you can’t even tell me why you sneak away in the night?!”

barry grabs your hands and puts them close to his face “god y/n i’m sorry happy two years” he gushed and kisses your fingers. a tear trailed down his stubbly cheek. “there are just things i can’t tell you because i don’t want to lose you.”

this hurt you, barry knew all of your deepest secrets, the things you never told anyone other then him. all of this had you worked up, how could he speak to you this way the day of your two year mark? despite his protests, you packed a tooth brush and drove to your friends to stay the night. this was just too much for 3am, you needed space. to clear your head.

you didnt sleep at all that night, you nodded off from 8am to 10, your friend waking you up. "girl i know you dont want to hear this... but barry is outside, hes been parked here since 9" she threw your jeans at you "now go outside and work this shit out, im not prepared to deal with your heart boken ass."

so you put on jeans, and headed for disaster.

you came outside, 'sleepy always looks so good on her' barry thought to himself. you loved him so much, it was so hard to fight with him.

"listen bar, im sorry im just sensitive you know th-"

"y/n"

barry never interrupted you. for as long as you remember there has never once been a time where barry talked over you, or interrupted what you were saying. its something you loved about him, he always seemed so interested in what you had to say, he thought your words where so important.

"yes?"

he pulled a rolled up magazine out of his pack pocket, it was yours, it had faded circles on what cakes and dresses you wanted. he unrolled it and scurried to the 5th page. he pointed at the big raise ranch that you put exclamation points next to.

"this house, i want this house."

he went to the 8th page.

"and this car, we could have that if i stop going to wendys so much"

he giggled to himself and mumbled something about how he knows a guy that can re pair a cooling system.

'uh-um ok barry, what does this have to do with anything? house, car, is this what you drove over here to tell me? you want a better car? you need a bigger house."

he shook his head and trialed to the second page with that beautiful sheath wedding dress, you remembered that.

"youll wear this yeah? some time in the early fall. wouldnt that be nice, still warm, and the leaves-oh the leaves- orange and yellow bring out your eyes so i just figured."

he pulled out the rock, and shit, it didn’t disappoint. you’re not materialistic but what the FUCK?! how did he even afford that-

he slipped it on your finger and you both embraced. messy kisses all over whatever skin you two could find. it was bliss, it was happiness.

you hugged for a while. just sat there reflecting on how far you two had come, and how happy he was going to make you feel for the res rod your life. it’s crazy, you thought marriage wasn’t in the cards for you. but with barry, you can see 5 kids, a dog, and a stupid picket fence.

you were so captured in this moment, you didn’t notice barry’s demeanor change. you looked up and him, he was pale white, staring behind his shoulder at the street. you leaned over his forearm and saw a beat up mom car.

in it was a shaggy dude, didn’t look too much older then barry. he was plump in the face, and his face was aged.

“fuches!?” barry exclaimed.

“come on. we have a hit, i habe your sniper in the back. now.”

another WHAT?

[frenchphobic]

long fucking post on why a c!dream is a shitty person and probably should not have a redemption because it is unpog

honestly i just want to refute dream apologists thats why im making this post. i think that dream as a villain is interesting but i think that trying to make him out to be secretly a good guy is just bad ngl. also /roleplay and all

tw for abuse and mentions of suicide

dream as a villain

dream is a villain. he is chaotic evil according to wilbur, deliberately does not stream to appear less sympathetic (and yet), and is set up as an antagonist to tommy who bears the title ‘hero’. dream is not a good person, no matter how you look at it or try to justify his actions.

‘but he wants to unite everyone to be a big family :((’ the ends dont justify the means believe it or not. having a vaguely positive goal does not excuse the actions you’ve done. it also goes hand and hand with saying dream is correct for punishing tommy the way he did because he acted up. if i socked you across the face and then suddenly said ‘sorry there was a roach on ur face’ does that make it okay? probably not i still punched you, enacting an unnecessary amount of violence. thats a very simple analogy i will admit and there are more complex comparisons. another example off the top of my head is say a child just scribbled all over you walls with crayons. would hitting them be a justified answer? if u said hes thats really fucked of u go seek help u loon. violence as a punishment is very toxic, just because it gets the job done does not mean it is okay. at the end of the day, you still committed this act and the harm you caused is real, having a good motive doesnt suddenly make it okay.

‘but tommy causes all of the conflict’ the disk war wasnt even caused by tommy, it was sapnap and then tommy got involved. and the reason why tommy even caused conflict was because of the discs, because he wanted them back. and most of the time there was a level of antagonism from another party, such as schlatt exiling him, dream taking the disks in the first place, dream threatening l’manberg. and if dream wanted to end the conflict so badly, why didnt he just give tommy back his disks? tommy upfront said everything started with the disks, so he wants them back so he could end the conflict. notice how after tommy got his disks back he has been staying out of conflict, apologizing to everyone, and the only bad thing hes done is try to scam people but everyone does that. this would have been the most peaceful option, yet dream chose the path that would further antagonize tommy which then draws everyone else into conflict. why did dream need to have leverage over tommy so badly? why did he want to hold power over tommy so badly? its because of control, and that’s ultimately dreams end goal. sure he wants a big server family, but would said family have a free will?

‘but dream is sad’ the thing is dream is completely at fault for everything that happened to him. he pushed away sapnap (and george ig). he tried to take control over the server and their possessions. literally everything that happened to tommy. literally everything involving ranboo. villains can be sympathetic, i am not arguing against that. but it does not mean that they should be left off the hook. that doesnt mean u should ignore the shit theyve done because ‘oh no theyre sad’ because it doesnt make anything better. dream had this shit coming for him.

now people also skirt around calling dream an abuser. which is fair ig, its a very loaded word. its much easier to say manipulated. that being said, dream can classify as abusive. and no, tommy is not abusive. abuse is about control and a power imbalance. dream has power over tommy, but tommy does not have power over dream, at least not in the way dream does. he’s taking back power to stand up for himself, dream uses power to control.

the reasons i listed for why dream is from the Domestic Abuse Intervention Project so if u want a source on that, there you go.

using coercion or threats: dream often threatened tommy, such as the pit thing and often employed violence on him. while normally this could be attributed to Normal Minecraft Player Go Smack. minecraft mechanics cannot always translate to real world since violence is pretty normal in minecraft however we also need to consider the context of the scene. dream gave an order, tommy refused, dream applies violence, tommy submitted. thats why its a threat, it has tangible effects that can correlate to real life.

using intimidation: dream blew up logsteadshire as a punishment. dream also destroyed tommys items anytime he visited. dream also hit tommy with his axe i believe. he killed mushroom henry, one of tommys pets.

Using Emotional Abuse: dream guiltripped the shit out of tommy for just hiding things and pinning the blame on tommy for just wanting his own private items. he definitely played mind games on tommy, pretending to be his friend. honestly i probably dont even need to go as in depth because it was so obvious.

Using Isolation: putting him in exile in the first place. destroying the bether portal so no one could visit tommy anymore. i really dont think i need to expand upon that.

Minimizing, Denying, and Blaming: dream in tommys stream when he got trapped said that exile wasnt that bad. he does shift the blame onto tommy for logsteadshire being blown up, even though dreams reaction was entirely unjustified for not listening and hiding.

Using Economic Abuse: see this is where i attempt to parallel minecraft mechanics to real life. obviously, there is no monetary system in place, so when i mean economic, i will use valuables such as armor, food, etc in place of currency. the idea behind economic abuse is to limit the victim’s resources so that they are dependent on the abuser and cannot escape. dream only really allowed tommy to have the armor he gave him while not giving access to armor so he does not regain a sense of power, and in the prison stream, dream holds all the potatoes which puts him in a position of power over tommy. this argument is more ambiguous i feel cause the whole minecraft mechanics thing is kinda weird so u don’t necessarily have to take this part in.

i feel like i need to emphasize this very strongly because dream is not a good person. abuse cannot and should not be a response to someone. its an awful mentality to have. i just want to prove the point that dream is not a good person, his reasons absolutely do not justify his actions.

what makes a good redemption

redemption arcs are tricky. when done right they are great. when done poorly, its a slap in the face. rn im going to establish a formula to what makes a good redemption with an example.

the most well known example of a good redemption is zuko from atla. first, its the magnitude of what theyve done and why. zuko did commit some shitty actions, since he was in a position of power in the fire nation but its because he is a child being abused and wanted to regain honor. zukos real awful acts was season 1 and the whole betrayal thing. thats not to say that zukos actions suddenly are okay, he did shitty things. but its something that can be traced to a higher entity or seem less malicious then the other villains. the thing also about the magnitude of actions is that there is a certain point of atrocities that there is no redemption. some people simply cannot be redeemed because the actions they commit are so ingrained in their character or the action itself has serious moral issues that it would just be wrong.

the next is acknowleding what they did was wrong. a genuine reflection on the self and analyzing what they did and why it was not okay. zuko realized what he did to uncle iroh was bad for example. he turned his back on his father, realizing he didnt and shouldnt seek acknowledgment from someone as heinous as him. its pointing out your actions and going ‘hey, this wasnt right i should not have done this’ and not even excusing ur actions. its also going straight for the root of the problem and figuring out to stamp it from the source. just because a character is sad does not mean they are reflecting, sometimes they are attempting to garner pity. it has to be direct and clear acknowledgement of the injustice.

and finally, an important part about redemption arcs is the actual redemption part. its when you make amends. zuko made amends with katara by trying to help her get revenge, he fought against the fire nation and tried to make things more peaceful in his rule. he apologized to iroh. an important part of the amends section is that it does have to be a genuine desire to change and become a better person, not to change a person’s perception of you. the thing is u cant expect a person youve hurt to forgive you. you cant expect people to be sympathetic towards you nor should u attempt to make urself sympathetic. u shouldnt be expecting a pat on the back or an award. redemption is about internal and character change.

why dream should not be redeemed

ive already established the key points to a good redemption (imo) but heres where dream falls short. his actions are extremely heavy so redemption may not even really be possible. abuse is not something you can wave off so it does cross to the point of fucked up. acknowledgement of what he did was wrong? all he said was that he changed, yet never explained why he changed or was too vague. he needed to label specifically what he did and bring it up. attempting to make amends? he’s been doing the exact opposite in fact he continues to manipulate tommy and ranboo. its not a genuine change. he is still repeating the cycle and has given no indication of ceasing. at the moment he does not have any signs of redemption.

and the thing is most of the attention around a dream redemption comes from either justifying his motives (which i do want to emphasize does not make anything suddenly okay) and because he is sad in prison sad face. these are not good reasons. its gonna pain me severely to bring this up but snape from harry potter does have some form of sad character ig yet he very much abused his authority to bully children as old as 11 just because he said ‘aight gonna die’ doesnt suddenly make his general bigotry and abuse suddenly okay there is a threshold. again im so sorry for using harry potter as an example none were coming to mind and i needed a popular one i do not like harry potter please dont say i do i would pass away.

and the last thing to consider is the audience. keep in mind that the audience is composed of minors and while yes there are adults, minors are the main component of the fandom. keep in mind that there are quite a few people who can relate to tommys character because they might be in the same position or have gone through his experiences. tell me what kind of message does it send to that audience that abusers can be redeemed. this is not a narrative u should push to this audience in these situations and the writers are seemingly aware of it. remember how in exile tommy spiraled into a suicidal mentality? consider how fucked of a message it would be if he just committed suicide instead of escaping abuse and attempting to recover from his experiences. tommy did an excellent job in not going that route and having a message of ‘it will not get better’. its the same thing here. victims are not obligated to care for or forgive their abuser, and portraying an abuser as sympathetic might fuck with the message a lot, even change their perception in that ‘oh, maybe my abuser was right, maybe they had a reason for treating me the way they did’. this is not to say that every victim watching this will internalize this message, but people also look up to these characters. there can be a degree of influence from the story onto oneself and thats the dangerous part.

conclusion

all in all dream is a shitbag asshole and probably shouldnt get a redemption because it would not be pog thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[turnaboutyandere]

Ace attorney characters when you pack a bento box (boxed lunch) for them:

(In japan that's a indirect expression of love and in this case a confession)

Phoenix gets it right away. He smiles and blushes. And as he kisses y/n for the first time realizes he might not need to chase rivals away. Out of all of them hes probably the softest receiving a bento box. He jumps straight to calling you his girlfriend. Phoenix thinks about it all day and when he opens it come lunchtime and finds a little love note above his rice he tears up.

(Also if you make two, one for him and one for trucy he will melt)

Miles DOESNT get it right away. He doesnt understand why, when he has so much money, y/n would feel the need to pack him a lunch. He doesnt understand why his confusion causes y/n such a blush for a good five minutes. By the time he remembers the cultural significance they already left. He texts them something between sweet and formal. At noon (though I think he does have a tendency to skip lunch to work) he opens it and finds a little love note. He feels a lot of things at once and just like him ends up very smug

Franziska is silent for a second. It's not that she understands the implications, it completely flies over her head. No shes quiet cause she believes she should be taking care of you and not vice versa. Then she tells y/n to set it on the table, and is very confused when they leave the room practically skipping. It isn't until shes having lunch and her brother and gumshoe walk into the room to give her paperwork does she understand. Her brother asks her were she got it (idk if she's a good cook or would bother learning Japanese cooking) and when she relays your confounding behavior miles has the nerve to laugh. Then gumshoe surprisingly explains it to her. She turns pink and carefully opens it. Sure enough theres a love note in a sealed bag to keep it clean. That evening she buys a locket.

You have to know Diego for a very long time before he let's you cook for him. And he will never again accept open drinks from anyone. So y/n ever the sweetie invites him over in the early morning and hopes it doesnt irritate him. ( it doesnt cause hes already normally there). When he shows up y/n invites him in and leads him to the kitchen and they cook together so he can see whats in everything. He doesnt admit it but it makes him feel like they're married. It's when she hands him not his lunch but a bottled coffee still sealed does he go from crushing to love. Though he didnt like the extra sugar and milk in Japanese bottled coffee, they validated his trauma and therefore is not getting rid of him now.

Dahlia is an odd case. She pretends to not understand. She laughs her laugh like silver bells and thanks them as sweet as she can but I dont think she actually eats it. She worries shes been found out. That your trying to poison her. I can see her being better safe than sorry. Still she opens it to take a picture to post on her social media and sees the love note. She reads it once then again. And smiles sly. Her plan was working

Iris on the other hand completely understands and let's you know she knows. She asks if their seriously ok with dating someone already under oaths and vows. If thier ok respecting such boundaries. When y/n nods she begins to cry. At lunch time when she opens it she begins to cry again for two reasons

1) it's made specifically with her eating restrictions in mind. Y/n did their research

And

2) the love note. Oh goodness the love note. Never before has such a small paper made a girl so happy.

Wocky feels guilty that you pulled the bento thing first. His parents are Japanese and run a cafe and he couldn't make you a bento. When he voices his concerns and they take it as him accepting the confession and kiss him he feels a little better. He normally eats what his parents make for lunch but today. Is different. When he finds the love note he cries. He feels safe with s/o for the first time. Alita never wrote love notes or cooked lunches.

Mia the sweet women she is, flushed but tries to stay somewhat level headed, somewhat her normal level of cool. She sets it on her desk and takes y/n into her arms. She doesn't ask if they mean it cause shes scared they dont. That...it would destroy her, so she doesnt give them a chance. She would return the favor the next day but imagine be honest. I dont think she can cook either. She keeps the love note with everything else that reminds her if y/n. In a jewelry box under a floorboard.

Klavier doesnt understand it.... Much like franziska, he has no clue. But In a way he does? He knows this is something y/n put time and effort and money into, all for him. So he accepts it, calling y/n beautiful in the process. He doesnt get the fact that it was a confession...at first. Then he Googles what it means and sure enough it was a confession. And hes relieved cause he had accepted it and complimented them. He had agreed to their confession.

(before anyone says it, yes, I know Kristoph isn’t actually German, but I don’t care. Capcom can rip my “the Gavins are German” headcanon from my cold, dead hands)

Aight, so, ya girl is back. I’m gonna keep the ask box closed for a bit until I clear out all the asks I have (and finish a request) so please be patient. Thank you!

Damon: Doesn’t get it right away, but thinks it’s sweet that you made him lunch. He may google it later assuming he knows how to use google or ask someone about it, which is how he finds out the meaning behind it. Rather than make you a bento box in return, he’ll get you a bouquet of roses and invite you to join him for dinner instead. Between the roses, though, you’ll find a cute little love note with a smiley face scribbled onto it.

Shelly: He’s been around the block a few times, so he likely knows what it means. He’ll thank you and give you a peck on the cheek, promising to make you lunch as well. Once he finishes eating, he’ll put the note somewhere safe so he can reread it whenever he wants.

Matt: Has a security guard try it before he does, for safety reasons. Once he sees how upset you are by that, he’ll apologize and ask you to explain the meaning behind it (he knows he fucked up lmao). After you explain it, he’ll apologize (while being so fucking smug internally) and thank you for the lunch. He can’t cook to save his life, so don’t expect him to return the favor, but he will leave you a little note where you can find it; something along the lines of “I love you, dude <3“.

Kristoph: Prides himself on knowing a little about everything, so for him not to know the meaning behind your gift is unlikely. He’ll happily accept it and give you a gentle kiss on the forehead, all while hiding how smug he feels. He’ll also give you bento box in return, but with German cooking instead of Japanese. Oh, and that little love note you put in there? Expect to find a three page-long love letter in your lunch.

Ray: Pretty knowledgeable about romantic traditions around the world, so the chances of him getting it are pretty high. He’ll thank you for it rather sheepishly, as this is one of the few times you’ll get to see him flustered. Once he reads the note, though, he’ll pull you into a big hug, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. Afterwards, he’ll immediately set out to make you a bento box in return, or take you out to dinner if you prefer.

Sebastian: Bless his dense heart, he’s clueless. He’ll be very thankful though, and promise to make you something in return (despite his nonexistent cooking skills). He’ll likely eat it at work and brag about how you made it for him, which is when Miles steps in to explain the meaning behind it. That + the love note is enough to make him cry tears of joy, and he’ll tackle you in a hug the moment he gets the chance to.

Simon K: Doesn’t know how to feel at first because he’s never had someone make him lunch before. Once he sees the note inside, though, he realizes what it means and becomes even more emotionally confused than before. He’ll thank you, rather awkwardly, and promise to make something for you. He’s not much of a wordsmith but he’ll still add a note, expressing how grateful he is for the lunch.

Katherine: Will be on the verge of tears when you give her the bento box, and will flat-out start crying when she reads the love note. She’ll cling to you, thanking you profusely and promising to make you one as well. She keeps her word and makes you a wonderful bento box the very next day. Instead of a love note, however, you’ll receive a song she wrote about you (and she’ll even sing it to you while you eat).

Bobby: Another very dense yandere who is definitely going to get scolded by Blackquill for not understanding what your gift means. He’ll make up for it though, by going above and beyond to make you the best bento box you’ve ever eaten (it won’t be the prettiest and he’ll likely have burned something, but it’s the thought that counts, right?). He’ll also keep your love note on his bedside table so he can read it every night before bed and every morning when he wakes up.

Simon B: He’s a huge weeaboo Japanese cultural enthusiast, so he’ll get it right away. He’ll tease you about it and act cocky as usual, but in reality, he’s trying to hide the very obvious blush on his face. He’ll keep your note safely tucked away in his coat pocket for whenever he wants to reread it. He won’t return the favor right away, though. Instead, he’ll give it to you when you least expect it in order to fluster you.

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- Mod Dollie

[laurazepamwrites]

Meihem prompt

Overwatch has a secret Santa and Junkrat's person just so happens to be Mei

Jamison held the semi transluscent stone up to the light, the iridescent rainbow colours shimmering and changing like a kaleidascope as they caught reflections of sunrays, he was so mesmerized he hadnt paid attention to why Lena was visiting him and Roadhog in their quarters.

“Jaaamie? Are you in theere?”

A nudge from Roadhog knocked the Opal out of his hand, sending it skittering lightly across the floor. “The fuck was that for?” Jamison grumbled, reaching down and picking up the precious gemstone. Roadhog gave no reply spare the finger he pointed in Lena’s direction.

“Oh hey Zippy when d’you get ere?” Jamison asked cheerfully.

“Fucks sake..” Muttered Roadhog.

“Welcome back.” She joked. “I was asking if you guys are doing secret santa? We did it before Overwatch disbanded and i thought it would be nice to start the tradition again.”

“Whats er..what do ya do?” Jamison asked, looking mildly perplexed.

“Secret Santa? Everyone puts their name in a hat and pull out a random name for their own. Then you get the person you pulled out a present but you keep it secret. No one knows who got who what.”

“Huh..ok. Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why keep it secret?”

“Its secret santa.”

“Why wouldnt you wanna know who got you what?”

“Its in the name Jamie, its secret santa.”

“Yeah but why wouldnt you-”

“I feel like im explaining this as simply as I can.” Lena said with a hint of frustration to her voice. “Are you doing it or not?”

“Yeah fuck it I’ll do it. Hog?”

Roadhog grunted something indecipherable to Lena’s earsbut Jamie seemed to understand perfectly. “Hogs out, guess that means i’m out too..”

“Really? Why?”

“Well I want Hog so if he’s not playing then-”

“You dont pick who you get!” Lena snapped. “Look..” She ripped a piece of paper from her pocket notebook, scribbled Jamies name on it and shoved it in one of Hanas fluffy hats with a large pom pom on with the other names. She shoved toward Jamie. “Please just pick a name..”

Jamie shoved his hand in, rumbling it around till he grabbed one of the pieces and pulled his hand out, he unfolded the small piece of paper, written in neat cursive handwriting was the name ‘Mei.’

“Oh fuck off I got fucking-!”

“Nope! Nope! Dont say who you got its secret..you gotta keep its secret..Mr Rutledge pleeease get him to keep his mouth shut.”

Roadhog wheezed at her..maybe he was laughing. “Just make sure you have something ready for Friday ok? Its the last day we’re all here before some people head off base for the holidays ok? Thanks boys, Bye!” In a blink she was gone only for her to zip right back into the vacant air she just left. “And nothing that explodes!” And once again she was gone.

“Who’d you get?” Roadhog asked. Jamison slumped back on the couch and sighed in annoyance. “Mei..I got fucking Frosty the cold, snippy, big boobed, grumpy, irritating snowman!”

“Hmph..” Roadhog grunted. “What you getting her then?”

“A big box of fuck all?”

“Nah..try harder.”

“I could smash her bot up and she can put it back together like a jigsaw?”

“Too much.”

“Fucking christ i dont know! I dont know what she even likes, shes just cold. She likes ice and smart stuff and acting all prissy and goody goody and shooting me death glares with those big bambi eyes and pouting with those lips covered in gloss that smells like watermelon but trust me, it dont taste like it!”

“Focus.”

“I am! I have to think about her and what she likes..”

Roadhog snorted with amusement. “Sounds like you’re starting to think about what you like.”

The blush was near spontaneous. “F-Fuck off Hog you fucking cunt.” He shuffled himself further into the couch and began fiddling with the Opal again, he had stared at it a million times before since coming by it on a scavenger run back home. Opals where one of the outbacks most valued natural resources and the land once rich with mines were now heavily depleted, making them that much more valuable. The Junkers traded the precious stones for food, water, parts and weapons so it was curious even to himself that Jamison kept this small jagged shard of soft rainbow coloured stone. What was another night of going malnourished or dehydtrated when he could take this small stupid rock out of his pocket and losing himself for a few minutes in the quietness it provided. As he turned it back and forth his thoughts drifted back to Mei..how their strained relationship was certainly rocky and uneven but also how she..she made things feel quiet In his head and around him yet at the same time the air was charged and heated. She was like this dumb rock..so many facets that made him feel different things and he just wanted to keep it with him and keep looking. He heard Roadhog mutter something but he was too much in his own head and that woman who irritated him to no end was in his head, he turned the stone this way and that and a thought suddenly came into his mind, an impulse. Jamison tossed the stone in the air and caught it as he sprung up from the couch. “Gotta go!”

“Where?”

“Workshop. see ya later!”

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As the evening of Friday approached the occupants of the Gibralter base  where gathered in the large recreation room. Most of the presents had been opened already, (Ifs its got a rabbit on its obviously from you Hana! Its not a secret! You’re wearing a jumper with the same fucking rabbit on!) and only a few of the team remained. “Go on Mei lets see what you got.” Angela prompted her, Jamison was thankful no one noticed him cough on his drink slightly.

“Ok its...Oh! This one!” Mei picked out a small parcel from the pile. “Not a natural gift wrapper.” She joked at the rough wrapping which was mostly tape than paper. After some struggle a small object slipped out, falling into her lap. “Oh!”

“What is it?” Asked Brigitte, trying to shove a hand knitted jumper on one of the stray cats she invited to live with them.

Mei didnt answer for a moment, gazing at the object in her lap, delicatly she picked it up, a thin silver chain with a pendant attached. A pendant made of a beautiful opal, wrapped neatly in wire, smoothed down and shining as it caught the light. “Its...wow.” She breathed. “Its so pretty..Look snowball..it looks like morning light on fresh snow!”

Once again impulse betrayed him. “Youre’ welcome! Cost me a fortune ya know.” Jamison blurted.

“Are you SERIOUS, JAMIE?!” Lena shrieked.

[ticklishpeter]

𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

STRAP IN EVERYONE THIS IS A BUMPY RIDE

ok first of all :: here’s my ranking from least to most ticklish (and yes im including lila fuck off): allison, luther, ben, klaus, lila, vanya, five, diego!!!! like theyre all hella ticklish, don’t get me wrong, but khjdfs this is like based on how many spots they have tbh

a whole fckin novel under the cut tbh jhkgfsd

allison’s worst and perhaps only spot is her armpits???? she’s real giggly and v free and open about it!!!! squeals galore m8

luther’s legs??? like his whole legs?? and his feet. and like his neck but only lowkey;;; basically everything that wasn’t effected by the serum

well  um… ben’s dead. but he’s about as ticklish and squeaky as a dead boy could be!! he tries to keep his laughter silent bc he’s embarrassed about it 🥺 his tummy’s sensitive as heck but they all have to be real careful just in case they end up summoning something on accident hfwkjs, and his feet are also HELLA ticklish ok

so yeah, klaus’ hips being the WORST is a big sorta community-wide headcanon and i’m so super on board, but also his ribs?? especially the backs of them / his shoulder blades?? and his palms tbh?? he’s screamin 

lila’s ribs and inner thighs are like,, hyper sensitive?? but also her butt and tops of her feet? kjsdygh don’t ask me why. she’s also a big squealer and would definitely punch u successfully if u tease her about it ok she’s baby

another baby: vanya 🥺🥺🥺 another rly popular headcanon is that she gigglesqueaks at the slightest touch on her neck/under her chin/around her ears kfjhdgb and i absolutely love it but she also is so squirmy when she gets tickled basically everywhere ,, but only soft tickles bc hard ones overwhelm her lowkey

FIVE’S KNEES OKAY im ON THE BANDWAGON. scribbles or squeezes on or around his knees make him SCREAM BLOODY MURDER and he covers his face almost always bc one time klaus took a picture of his scrunched up red laughing face and he just,,, damn he really wishes he wasn’t in his 13 y/o body bc how ticklish he is just makes him feel like such a baby and he hates it. hiS ribs and armpits are also so so bad. also he’s a kicker for SURE

and diego… wowowow diego. ticklish evERYWHERE ok but he’s also the type to be like squealing and giggling “i’m not! i’m not!!!!” when someone teases him asking if he’s ticklish. he’s a VIOLENT THRASHER and even tho, again he’s ticklish everywhere, get his tummy or his sides??? ur DONE bro he loses his strength but just throws himself around and snorts a TON. he’s also super easily brought to tears and hiccupy cackles (honest to god i could do a whole post about lee!diego i love him so much)

diego's laughter is mostly silent but like you'll hear the occasional squeak or hiccup, which makes him cover his face bc embarrassment and tough boys don't squeak. bouncy shoulders and just trEMBLING w laughter uwu

luther honestly only lets allison tickle him sans revenge kjhdfs any other siblings that try?? theyre gettin grabbed and wrecked ok. but w allison, he just kinda giggles and really gently tries to squirm away uwu

lila’s teases, towards diego especially, are BRUTAL “aww what’s the matter, knife boy? is someone’s tummy a wittle tickwish?” and um,,, while he’s like trying not to break, she gets up real close to his face and gives him this fucking DEADLY teasy grin before wrecking him with pokes. all that combined makes him sNORT n break which lila laughs at and makes him blush even more kwfhjds

fivey uses his teleportation to his advantage,, he’ll sneak up on his siblings, squeeze their sides, and blink away in like seconds so he’s hard to catch,  and he’s so COCKY about it all ,, unless he’s being tickled of course, he gets totally powerless

vanya didnt get like any tickles up until like,,,, maybe just this last season lmao but she would always notice the kids having tickle fights or grace giving them lil cheer up pokes so i have in my mind that sissy was the first to tickle her (sissy prob just touched her neck a little too soft and vanya just melted)

and now the ones who tickle vanya the most are deFINITELY allison and klaus

five turns into a fish outta water when his knees are squeezed lmao (aj reference not intended),,, but i just picture his WHOLE body fucking FLAILING and him just kicking like a kid having a tantrum

diego and five both curse up STORMS and hurl HELLA death threats when theyre tickled like,,, anywhere.  perhaps bc they always insist theyre not ticklish lmao and so they gotta keep that big boy facade goin somehow (but yk it’s hard when ur a giggle puddle)!!!!

i can just hear them both cackling and squeaking before “YOU FUCKING BASTAHAHAHHHJKSDBDR” and klaus being all teasy n shit like “i dont think i caught that, i’m fucking who now??”

which ofc brings me to my headcanon that klaus, along with allison, are the biggest lers of the family tbh (which is wild bc klaus is my fav and usually with my favs i’m like ✨ur a lee✨ but idk man) tHEY’RE BOTH JUST SO TEASY

let’s face it tbh allison’s basically the mom of the group so she’s def the one that’s giving them tickles if she can tell theyre upset but also so frickin mean in a tickle fight ksdgjy

and i know klaus would just be ruthless as a ler,, and he finds tickles fun and almost relaxing in a way (except for his hips; that’s a death wish) which ofc is no fun for his siblings who wanna torture him hwkjsfg

klaus usually wins tickle fights if theyre one on one??? unless it’s against ben,, which sucks bc he’s the only one who could even wreck ben so to lose to a ghost? humiliating kshdjg,  ben can tickle ppl while he’s possessing them by just tickling the body he’s in lmao so yeah he gets klaus a LOT

but as of late, klaus will give ben a few pokes and tickles just to hear his noises bc theyre just,, SO FUNNY to him  which usually results in a slap in the face and hella revenger from benjamin LOL

some of them have little things they just repeat when theyre getting tickled and laughing so hard like,,,  diego just strainingly goes “nonononono,” lila squeals “shitshitshitshit,” five just grunts expletive after expletive: “fuckingshitihateyoufuckfuck,” and vanya honestly kinda sounds like “sksksksks” bc she starts saying stop but she doesn’t want it to stop so she’s stops herself kdufsjh

you'd think that luther would be able to get away from tickles super easily but all of his strength is just LOST like immediately ,,, and when it's not, he doesn't want to hurt anyone so he just takes it and rolls around so tickle fights have been pretty comical lmao

highkey tho tickle fights between diego and lila are actually like really tough matches??? like there's never really a clear winner bc theyre both just so stubborn and ticklish and would never admit defeat

ray tickled allison ALL the time bro like the precious couple they always were meant to be and ray always took so much pride in the fact that he wasn’t ticklish at all lmaoooo

baby talk teases frickin DESTROY fivey tbh they annoy him so much but they just make him all the more giggly

ok those are all my general ones that came to me right just now at 9:47pm on august 9 2020 lmao

[arthurflecksgirl]

Subway scene /Arthurs POV

The subway is moving forwards, while everything inside of me is standing still. Frozen. Numb even. The numbness takes over me, except for the real bad headache. I shouldnt have done that. Hurting myself. But sometimes I just cant help it. Sometimes the sadness turns into anger and I dont want to hurt anyone, so I punish myself instead of anyone else. Instead of the people that hurt me all my life. I just sit there and take it, and try to cry my eyes out afterwards, but I cant even do that. Not a tear.

Silence. At least on the outside. Inside of me silence doesnt excist.

I don`t say much. I would love to talk a lot actually, but I gave it up when I realized that people won`t listen anyway. I prefer to write in my jornal nowdays. Its saver for me. My journal can`t missunderstand me. At least I hope so.

But yeah… if only they would give me the chance to explain myself. They would notice that I`m a good guy.  But they won`t. To them it doesnt matter how big my heart is or that is filled with lonelyness. I do write my jokes for OTHER people. To make them happy. To be seen as someone who want to spread positivity. But they remain unheard. My jokes are only scribbles in my journal. At least up until now. I`ve got the feeling that change is about to come. Like….I can feel soemthing growing inside of me. Not sure what it is though. Its just a gut feeling but trusting my feelings is another story...

I look outside the window. Graffitys on the dirty surface cover half of my reflection. Half of my face, a blurr. Funny because thats how I feel right now. I notice how worn out my face must seem to others. A sad eyed clown, abandoned from the rest of the world. I can`t smile for anyone today. Not after Hoyt fired me. How could I ever tell my mum when I get home? I just told her that she shouldt worry about money, or me. That my stand ups are ready for the big clubs. And now I got nothing left.  Not even my job, which I loved. Mum and I didnt had much money but it was enough to get us through. What now? She`ll be so dissappointed in me. I wanted make her proud. I wanted her to watch her son up on the stage, thinkng “I`m so proud of him. He really made it. ” But all she is going to say now is “Oh happy. I guess you just weren`t funny enough”.

I turn around and face the seats, trying to get eye contact with a lady. I crave human connection so much. It would feel so good if she would just look me in the eye for a second. It would be like a proof that I am here and people notice. But she doesnt. Maybe she`s too caught up in her own thoughts. Maybe she questions her own existence just like me.

The doors open, she gets up and leaves. A deep sigh is escaping my painted lips. Three guys are getting in, talking about a girl they danced with. The conversation caughts my attention. Sounds like they were at a dance club or something. I`ve never been at one, so I try to hear all the details about how a normal guy would manage to make out with a girl. I really could need some good advice, but after only a few seconds I realize that the guys must be drunk. One of them claims that the girl was in love with him, while his buddy says it aint true. Nothing to learn here.

It is now that I realized that there is a pretty girl sitting across me. “Want some french fries?” one of the drunk guys asks her and the way he does so makes me feel uncomfortable.  Him trying to get her attention feels wrong.

“Helloooo?” .

“No, thank you” The girl seems annoyed. “They`re real good!”  he says, before he starts throwing the food at her.  “C`mon” the other one says “He`s being nice to you”.

The girl just wants to read her book. Why would they even bother her? I have never been on a date before but this sure isnt how I woud treat a woman. I would try to be a gentleman. To become a beautiful memory which she writes down in her diary when the day is done. I want to become a romanic page in a womans diary. A poem. A lover.

I take a look at the cover of what she is reading. Alice in wonderland. I like that. Alice knew how to create a world of her own. Reality couldnt bother her anymore. But her dream world did. I guess there is just no way to escape your own mind.

I get nervous, noticing that she makes eye contact with me. I was longing for eye contact just minutes ago but now that this pretty girl looks right at me I`m sweating.  I guess she wants me to say something to them. To step in and tell them to leave her the fuck alone. The friendly clown looks like he could help her out. And I want to. I want to stop them so bad. I want to get up to those guys and tell them to fuck off. To leave the girl alone with her book, Alice and her imagination. But my body won`t let me. I am frozen. My legs won`t move. I`m just sitting there. What kinda man am I, to not help her out? Just a sad clown on the subway. Nothing more. All I wanna do is cry.

And there it comes….. hmmm... haha. I shake my head. No. please not now. Not in front of a pretty girl and some bullies. This is bad. I`m in deep shit now.  I can`t hold it back. The pain. The urge to cry, to shout out. To scream.

The laughter. Its making its way up my throath again. I want it to stop! At the same time there is something inside of me that acually thinks that this is funny. Those drunk idiots trying to impress a girl by throwing french fries at her and I`m actually hoping to learn something here when they came in. What a joke.

I can tell  by their dirty looks that I already caught attention . The wrong kinda attention. the kind of attention I`ve never asked for. Leave me alone to cry.

“Is something funny, asshole?” his voice is hurting me. I try to tell him that he should ignore my laughter by gestures, but he doesnt get it. I guess the girl is scared of me now which makes it all so much worse.. She passes me by,disappearing, as the guys throws stuff at her “Bitch!”

Hahahahhahahah. I reach the point of pain right now. My throath feels sore from trying to hold it back.  My heart tired from asking myself why I am still laughing.

And just as the pain starts to spread its fire on my insides, the guy comes up to me, starting to sing. I know that song. I know it well.  “Isnt it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground. You in mid air. Send in the clowns.”

A chalkboard.  Chairs. That smell. My teacher looking at me like i´m a freak. Fists. And more fists.

With every step he comes closer I get flashbacks from getting bullied at scool. The look in his face. in his eyes. I know that kinda look. He`s a fucking bully. And I`m his victim.  Nothing new I know. But that song…it really gets me. I love Frank Sinatra. His music means so much to me. It hurts that this guy is using it against me like a weapon.

“Isnt it bliss. Dont you appprove? One who keeps tearing around, one who cant move?”

Yeah….thats right……hahahahhaah I CANT move while you are dancing around like an idiot. Hurting me. Do you have any idea how much you are hurting me? Look at my face. I´m hurt. I`m in pain. But people never notice and you keep on dancing. You`re the one who is laughing. Not me. I`m crying while I have to listen to your terrible interpretation of Send in the clowns.  You can`t even carry a fucking tune!!!!

“Send in the cloooooowwwnnnsss” he sings, his eyes focused on me in a disgusting way, while the other one is sitting down next to me. I feel intimitated as he grabs my Carnival wig, exposing my real hair , while I cant stop laughing with pain in my eyes. Not the wig. Please not the wig. I need it. I cant afford another one and I have to find a new job as a clown soon.

“There ought to be CLOOOOOOOWWWWNNSSS…..” the first one looks at me in anger, the second one putting my wig on, laughing right into my face. I can smell the alcohol in his breath. The way he laughs at me. So rude. Just like back in scool. I`m back in scool. This is a nightmare.  Why would they want to hurt me? Don`t they realize I just want to be left alone?  I wish they would go away. Why is no one else around? But I guess I dont deserve someone saving me. I wasnt even able to hold them back from annoying the girl.

“So tell us buddy. Whats so fuckin funny?”

“Nothing!”. Finally my chance to explain myself.

Hahahhahahah “I have….I have a condition” I try to catch my breath. Its so hard to breathe, so hard to talk between the laughs. My hand reaches for the card. I  have to read it out loud, so they know.

Its too late.

“I´ll tell you what you have, asshole” he replies, grabbing my bag. I try to get it back, but the other is fast, holding me back. Grabbing me violently from behind, while the first one tries to attack me. I cant belive this is happenening.

I cant use my arms. This is worse than being handcuffed. I kick the guy in front of me. Kinda shocked I was able to make a move.

“We got a kicker, huh?” he says. “Hold him steady, hold him steady” he screams, right fore he punshes me right in the face ,so hard that the other one lets go of me. The next thing I feel is hitting the ground. Hard.  Lying there with a sharp pain that makes its way althrouh my body. I lie on my right side. My ribs hurt´. My head is pounding, hands  touching the dirty ground, trying to figure out if this is really happening ? I cant move. Freezemode is taking over. . I just cant do anything but take it like a good, little boy.

I`m a kid. Just a kid again. And its dark. And I dont know where I am. Or what day it is.

“Stay down,freak!“

Happy

Freak

Arthur, my name is Arthur.

They kick me in the back.Harder. All three of them now.  

For a moment I am afraid they will kick me to death. Three guys and some clown, paralyzed on the floor? I could definitaly die in here and no one will ever know. I`m not afarid of dying. But this isnt how I want to go. Not on the floor. Not while getting kicked by some assholes. They would step over my dead body and I would remain invisible..I cant let them do this to me. Not again.

Is this my inner voice talking? The one I used to feel lately? Is this the blurry part of my reflection?

I feel my left  arm moving and  remember the gun. The fucking gun Randall gave to me. The weapon that brought me nothing but trouble. Maybe this thing will be good for something eventually. Maybe it will save my life. Well Randall. Sorry for ruin your plan.

Those guys will get what they deserve now.

Bang! Bang!

That was fast. One is already on the ground.

Bang! Bang!

I never thought it could be so easy to defend yourself.

The other one is hitting the subway door.

There is blood but  no time to take a look at it. The third one tries to run away as I fire the gun one more time. I only caught his leg. He`s liping, as I grab my stuff, trying to catch my breath. To get my thoughts straight. The gun in my hand. God. there is a gun in my hand. Still. For a brief moment I seem to lose all orientation. Did i just killed someone? What should I do now? What about the third one? My mind is all over the place.

Breathe, Arthur. Breathe. I have a lump in my throath. Not sure if from the laughing or from the panic.

The sound of the guy banging against the subway door awakens me from my thoughts. The door opens and he tries to get away. But he won`t. I`m a fast runner and he can barely walk. I have to finish this now. Just one more guy. I have to bring this to an end. One more shot. He falls to the ground.

How does it feel there, on the dirty ground? Can you taste the concrete? Because I did.

Can you feel the cold against your aching bones? Well, I did. And it was crawling up its way on my insides.

You killed me first.

Every single one of you bullies.

You killed my hopes and dreams.

My innocence.

This is what you finally get.

Do you see me now?

Can you feel, that I am real?

Because I am.

And so is this gun.

I ran up close to him as he screams, trying to crawl closer to the stairs.

No one heard MY whimpers when I thought I was  almost dying in the alley.

I fire the gun. Bang Bang Bang. Until there are no bullets left. Until he doesnt move anymore.

Freeze mode, huh? How does it feel?

One who keeps tearing around. One who cant move.

And then… silence.

Exept the noise in my ears. I take a short look at the body lying in front of me. He really is dead. Huh. . Kinda surprising what a gun can do.

I press my hand against my ears. That noise.  I hope there will be music again, soon.

I take a look around. No one is there. Time to grab my stuff and get gone.

I ran up the stairs as fast as I can and  feel myself changing with every step I take, with every short breath I become something.

There is a glow inside, as I run into an unknown desitination, my shadow ahead of myself

[giogio-gucci-gangstar]

Dont Stand So Close To Me (pt. 2)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23349577/chapters/55997644

He had sent an email. Innocuous enough. Simply describing the bare minimum of what she would be doing which boiled down to being in his company. He had thought of a few set tasks she would be expected to do: make tea, edit chapters, read reference books, etc. 

Jonathan was so terrified to even think of her response. She had already agreed in person. Shouldn't that be enough?  No, he knew it wasn't. Nothing would ever be enough but having it in writing before him, having something physical to hold describing how bound she was to him was a start. 

Soon. 

Soon was in fact sooner than he thought, as she replied enthusiastically within minutes. Jonathan couldn't leave his desk, he just kept rereading her email. What did she mean when she said she was “delighted to work in such esteemed company” Was that flattery? How would she have said “I would love to grab tea with you sometime to go over details?” He imagined the words flying off her lips like a song. What was the exact intent behind her saying “love”? Was it absentminded? Intentional? A romantic implication? Regardless of the actual meaning, it was by far his favorite sentence in the email. 

Holding the email so tightly in his mind, he almost felt badly for offering her a position that didn't exactly exist. But it exists now, even if I only created it yesterday. While all Jonathan could think about was spending more time with her, however innocent, he started to worry if this was good for her. Am I just wasting time when she could have an actual job? When she should be with her friends? Writing her thesis?

No, he reasoned with himself. He was a world renowned anthropologist by the age of 25 and had gladly accepted the title of professor at the ripe age of 27. No, being with him would be good for her. He could take care of her, and her career too. Having his name on her resume, as an employer, a recommendation, he could even write her in as coauthor if this book ever started to form beyond scribbled notes. He would gladly help her with her thesis, and would have no issues financially reimbursing her for her time. 

No, this was not simply a selfish plan to be with her. He truly had her best interests at heart. 

~~~~~~~

Two days, an entire two days sustaining himself with only memories of her face, had passed. Finally it was time to see her in lecture again. Though one of the most difficult tasks of his life, he forced himself not to stare, and in fact avoided eye contact entirely. He was quite proud of his self control, though he secretly feared she would see him as rude or cold. 

It didn't appear his treatment had bothered her at all as she walked up to him after class beaming. 

“Thank you for your email, were you by chance able to see my response?” she asked unassumingly. I've read it hundreds of times. I never knew four lines could excite me so much.

“Yes, I'm sorry I never got a chance to reply!” He ruffled a hand through his hair, quite proud that he had refrained from a gushing email in response. “It's been a very busy week for me between grading papers, meetings and such.” That sounded a lot more professional than ‘I was laying in bed for two days trying to remember your voice’. 

“Oh well if you’re not terribly busy at the moment would you like to grab tea now?” She asked, her big round eyes wide with hope. She is definitely asking for a date. 

“I think that would be a wonderful break from all of this stress. If you don't mind I know the perfect place.” Jonathan was practically glowing, so terribly excited that this little date was her idea! 

The pair strolled out of the academic building idly chatting then somehow she missed a step and nearly face-planted on the ground. Luckily Jonathan’s eyes had never left her, so he was quick to the catch, carefully hoisting her up as she laughed at herself. 

“You tripped me!” Was she joking? Did she like my touch? 

“I did not! You fell down the stairs.” Jonathan protested. 

“Blaming your faux pas on an inanimate object is insulting.” There was that little quirk of her lips again, like she was challenging him to fight and tease back. 

Jonathan blushed a bit, rapidly letting go of her waist, “Just please try not to get hurt. I've gotten more scraped knees on these stairs than I care to count.” And she laughed. He was positive it was the most heavenly sound he’d ever heard. It rang out deep, throaty, and totally uninhibited, despite there being many students around. 

They made it a few blocks farther as she started telling a story about a Latin teacher she had in high school. She assured him that the teacher was insane in all of the best ways. She was so busy describing their reenactment of the roman tortoise formation that she tripped over her own foot- and right into Jonathan’s arms. Now it was his turn to laugh.

“Was that intentional or are you usually this clumsy” Or do you like being in my arms as much as I love holding you? 

“No no, it's just hard to focus on walking when you’re next to me” She didn't look down or pretend to hide her blush, she just continued to grin and look up at him. In that case should I just carry you the rest of the way?  Could I pass that off as a joke in case she was being witty?

Sadly they were nearly to the shop. Jonathan had taken her to a cozy little English tea shop nestled in what looked like an old townhouse. He greeted the old couple who ran the shop warmly. He was such a regular, and one of the few Brits in the city, that they had become quick friends. 

She quickly exchanged her greetings with the owners before taking a seat with Jonathan at a prim little table. She had only ordered a cup of lavender earl grey, but Jonathan proceeded to change it to a pot, and then added on a pot of Irish breakfast, and a three tiered tea stand. When it arrived it was filled to the brim with tea fancies, sandwiches, marmalades, and biscuits. She stared at him agape. 

“Sorry, I didnt have lunch and I'm quite hungry,” He ran his fingers through his hands again, not wanting to look like a man who stuffed his face. “Have as much as you like though! I can always order another.” She simply smiled and took a small biscuit. 

Over afternoon tea they discussed the details of her job. She would edit transcripts, mail them to the publisher (whose address in this case was Jonathan’s P.O. box), read any books that may pertain to the subject of his thesis, and any extraneous activities that he may need. Such as making tea (he could not function for long without a cup), bringing lunch, keeping him company etc. Is it too late to add sucking me off under my desk as a routine event? Those were the sort of things normal assistants did right? Pleasing their boss for a raise?

 Jonathan shocked himself with the perverted and unwelcome thought. He pushed it far down within himself gritting his teeth with disgust. He loathed the way he thought about her like that, especially when there was nothing but a flimsy table separating them. But he couldn't deny how often that situation played in his mind.

With the details agreed upon, she would start compiling and digitizing his notes the next day. The lunch ended soon after, but not before Jonathan asked for her phone number for faster contact of course. Definitely not for more personal conversations. 

~~~~~~~

Walking up to his office the next evening Jonathan heard some girls whispering rather loudly as he approached. One glared daggers at him so he paused to listen, but could only make out phrases of their conversation. 

“Professor Joestar”

 “that girl from his 11:00 class” 

“couldn't keep their hands off each other” 

“Teacher’s pet”

“Probably fucked in his office” 

It took a good deal to make Jonathan mad, but this was more than enough. He was practically vibrating with rage at the blatant disrespect of her and himself. Over things that haven't even happened yet No things that would never happen. Things that couldn't happen. 

“Excuse me girls, I couldn't help but overhear your rather loud conversation concerning me and your classmate. If you have any issues I would be happy to discuss them with me during my office hours.” He peered between the girls, all of them haughty with sneers of jealousy on their faces. “But I dont think Ive ever seen any of you there before…”

“Teachers pet, you said?” Jonathan looked into the redhead’s eyes, the girl who had made the snide remark. “Kaylee is it? Perhaps you would be ‘teacher’s pet’ if you attended office hours and didn't already have a C in my class two weeks in.” He glared at all the girls now, giggling at their friend’s misfortune. 

“I recommend putting more effort into my class than this nonsense.” 

Horribly cruel girls, he couldn't believe they had the nerve to mock not just their professor, but her too. He gave them a curt nod before walking quickly away, though not in the direction of his office. He could skip grading papers this evening. He needed her immediately. 

He took out his phone and finally dialed the number that his fingers had been itching for. “Hello?” 

“Jonathan, is everything alright? Did I forget to do something?” 

“No, everything is fine. Are you free to come over to my apartment tonight?” Oh that sounded too suggestive  But before he could think of some reason she must immediately come over, she replied. 

“I’d be happy to,” he could practically hear her grinning through the phone, “what’s the address?”  

~~~~~~~

[sharkmobster]

spider verse coffee shop au??

Anon im sorry i wanted to draw the coffeeshop au but ive been so tired lately so imma just overshare about what goes down bc this au is just (thick tombstone voice) : “everybody’s traumatized bitch lets get you a latte”

 • this au is incredibly villain centric bc uhhhhh all i do is think about villains

 • its also very aaron davis centric bc time to project my anxiety onto a grown ass man babey!!

 • anyway this takes place in a normal world where there’s no superheros or avengers or what have you, everyone’s super average 

• like i said this is more or less aaron centric and focuses on him readjusting to society and making connections with other people, and just healing in general. Aaron’s whole deal is that he was wrongfully arrested for defending himself against an off duty cop who was harassing him and ended up with a 10 year sentence  (but was let off a year earlier for good behaviour). He’s got a lot of guilt bc of this if only for the fact that he feels like he let down his brother and Miles (who was a small lad at the time).

 • Fun Fact! Jefferson was the one that picked up Aaron at the jail when he served out his sentence! The ride back to brooklyn was awkward! but also jefferson loves his brother and even tho they’ve had their falling outs he never once stopped believing that his brother was innocent. Jefferson also made sure to pull some strings and ended up getting an apartment set up for Aaron (even though jefferson and rio were 100% down to open their home to him for as long as it took him to get back onto his feet but of course aaron denied them bc he didnt want to be a burden) Aaron’s grateful but he tends to avoid his own family…a lot….

• it’s ridiculously hard to find a job bc nobody wants to hire an ex convict no matter the circumstances and Aaron’s legitimately about to lose hope when he spots an expensive looking shop nestled in between an old arcade and a knick knack shop

 • ‘Vanessa’s Cafe’ is neatly printed above the door in fancy gold lettering. it’s obvious that the owner has serious cash bc the shop looks too damn good and too well maintained to be a regular mom and pop shop. there’s a help wanted sign hastily scribbled on a piece of notebook paper in the middle of the window which is odd since it off sets the professional vibe of the place. But hey it’s worth a shot so Aaron walks in ready to be denied another job only to find the weirdest looking group of people he’s ever seen.

 • The first guy that catches his attention is the very large albino man who looks way too stressed out and manic to be working in a coffeeshop, but the job must pay well because he’s very well dressed.

 • “Liv, for fuck’s sake! Clean your goddamn station!” he’s whisper shouting? Is that even a thing? oh look at that he’s got a full set of razor sharp teeth. huh. that’s a hell of an aesthetic he’s going for.

 • The lady in question isn’t even giving him the time of day, just enthralled by her phone with a smile that looks too peaceful given what’s happening around her. She’s got wild hair tied up messily in a knitted bandana, weird glasses (custom made??) and when she glances up at aaron, her eyes widen in interest like he’s some anomaly to be cracked open. aaron looks anywhere that isnt the wild eyed lady at the counter.

• Theres another big guy that’s hanging around the back, heavily tattooed and lifting stacks of heavy boxes. Aaron takes notice of his prosthetic hand and the tattoo guy takes notice of Aaron. 

• “Lonnie. Customer.” The Tattoo guy seems nonplussed about Aaron and walks into the back. aaron assumes that he’s offended him by staring at his prosthetic for longer than necessary which yeah….yeah he’s probably not happy about the staring. 

 • lonnie’s got a bad case of resting bitch face so he’s glaring at aaron without actually glaring and he’s just rough around ALL the edges so his tones got that nice bite to it as he shouts from across the counter (which is not something you do to a customer but it’s lonnie…..)  "Hey! Ya looking for a job, skinny jeans?!“

 • Aaron blanches at the idea of working with these people but he is absolutely desperate for a job at this point.

 •"Yeah. I just got out of-”

 •"Great, you’re hired! We’re speed running this whole introduction thing, string bean.“

 •and that’s all i got other than like small details like:

 •Peter B Parker owns a ”“’'cafe”“” across from Vanessa’s and its literally just a burger joint that h a p p e n s to sell coffee and Parker will fight you if you call his place a deli ahdhdj

 •Liv and May are dating (big shock) and peter b has to constantly deal with seeing his competition over at his place all the time and it’s yikes

 • Tombstone and Noir will 100% throw hands on contact. They don’t hate each other tho??? Its weird they just like to fight. gives them a chance to work on their banter i guess. Noir works the coffee machine at Peter’s “'cafe”’ so i guess he’s the “”barista”” of the joint but he drinks the coffee more than the customers do

 • Miles and the rest of the spider kids “”“”“"intern”“”“” at the cafe which basically translates to free labor

 •  spider ham works there but he isnt a pig he’s just john mulaney. i know its weird. nobody actually sees him tho so he’s a complete mystery as to what he looks like so he could be john mulaney you never know. the only person who’s seen him is noir and that’s only bc they’re  a thing???

 •oh speaking of everyone being gay:  everyone’s gay

 • Lonnie and Gargan (tombstone and scorpion) are 100% dating but everyone legitimately thinks that the both of them are straight old men despite the fact that they live together, go to work together, hang out afterwards together, and they’re just always together

 • lonnie’s  daughter (janice)  visits every other week (def the product of a divorce he went through years ago) she’s alright with gargan but she’s very distant towards her dad and def has that teen angst phase that she’s going through

 • (lonnie can and will talk to you for hours about how much he loves and supports his daughter despite the fact that their relationship is very estranged)

 • you can find janice hanging out with the cute blond punk girl at that weird burger/coffee place across the street

 • oh gargan’s big and strong despite the fact that he’s missing three limbs, liv works in robotics on the side and constantly tweaks and repairs his prosthetics when they start acting up which leads to them having this weird friendship where they both borrow each other when they need something and dont really expect anything in return (like gargan’s good for getting her supplies and doing heavy lifting when she needs it and liv’s always down to run check ups on gargan)

 • oh yeah liv used to be a scientist but immediately lost her license and phd when she started going above some board members heads to buy less than legal things through super illegal sources

.• that’s another thing, kingpin tends to just hire ex cons and criminals to work in his cafe just bc he believes that a person willing to work hard to better themselves deserves a chance to re enter society again.

 • like they’ve all done bad things but still ended up with a job at the cafe. aaron fought a cop, liv did some shady deals for an illegal experiment, gargan used to run a drug ring years ago due to personal reasons but once he was free from jail he never dealt with the stuff again, and lonnie killed a dude (allegedly. he never went to jail bc they couldn’t prove anything but hey word spread around quick and everyone knew not to go anywhere near this guy)

 • kingpin is in this au btw he’s just……a very depressed man who’s still grieving over his wife and son dying in a car accident

.• he rarely shows up to run the cafe bc its too much for him being in the place that his wife loved and built up from the ground. he used to be the manager after she died but couldn’t handle it and mostly left lonnie to take care of it

• which holy fuck lonnie is trying his best to keep this cafe alive and well and there’s only two other people working there so like its enough to have him scrambling all over the place trying to find more help (thanks aaron)

 •miles doesn’t know aaron’s working at the cafe across the street and aaron def wants it that way bc even tho he’s out of jail he hasn’t actually……visited miles yet….. it’s the shame that’s keeping aaron from reaching out to him which is….sad bc miles doesn’t care what happened he just wants his uncle back.

 • oh oh one more thing RIPeter used to run the deli across the street but had to leave brooklyn to go volunteer at homeless shelters across the states indefinitely so theres no telling when he’ll be back, so he left the cafe under the guidance of pb parker (peter b parker voice: my cafe now)

 •and uhhh thats all i got, like i said this au is just found family trope + the healing we all want + bad people getting redemption which is all the tropes that i love all compacted together in the most cliche au you can imagine!

[chnsfairy]

a rose of a different color | yang jeongin

words ; 2,302

requested ; no

genre ; fluff

warnings ; literally one, maybe two, curse words

a/n ; dedicated to one of the best people i know 

m.list in bio

-

ok so maybe you weren’t a big fan of the whole valentines day thing

flowers and chocolates and whatnot

the whole shEbANG

love was such a foreign concept to you as throughout your first couple years of high school you’d been solely focusing on your grades,, you didn’t have time for romance or anything like that 

cAUSE WE GOTTA GET THOSE GOOD GRADES KIDS ヽ( `д´*)ノ

your school had, unfortunately, decided to sell roses and chocolates that could be anonymously given to people. it was pretty cheap and people had fun sending their friends or special someone presents throughout the day

but you hadn’t been paying attention to whatever that was,, in the end, you completely forgot about it

anyway,,, i mean you’ve got a history test tomorrow GOOD LUCK BBY (づ￣ ³￣)づ

you’ve got other things to focus on other than that stuff 

so while other’s were busy wasting a dollar on the red roses, you were catching up on some school work in the library

at this point during the day it was nice and quiet, only a couple of other kids were sitting at the desks surrounding you and the librarian had left to eat or something

no one really knows where she goes

and the only noise that you could hear was the scribbling of pencils on paper or the clicky noise of fingers tapping keyboards

well that was until jisung decided to burst through the door and diSRUPT EVERYBODY LIKE USUAL THAT KID IS LOUDD (⇀‸↼‶) (＃＞＜)

your best friend everybody, with his fluffy blonde hair and headphones, permanently glued to his ears

“look y/n- i love that you always fix up my essays and homework for me, really, but you gotta do something other than just sit in here and workkkk” jisung said, quickly sliding into the seat across from you and took the book from out of your hands and into his lap

“hey!” he took your book bitch you want it back (︶︹︺)

“nope,, you can get it after class if you want~” jisung stood up and started waving it in the air before checking his watch and giving you a smirk

“lunch is over anyway do you ever check the clock?” book still in his hand he headed towards the doors that opened up into the busy hallway and disappeared into the crowd of students

did you want to get up?

no

did you have to to get that useless education? 

yes

so you frantically tried to shove everything back into your bag,, dropping things multiple times onto the floor as you scramble to catch up with jisung

who feels miles away at this point

and after about ten seconds you just gave up said ‘fuck this’ and started walking at a normal pace towards your locker 

aint no boy gonna make you run through the crowd of rushing teens o(>< )o (;¬_¬)

however when you did reach your locker you could clearly see the same boy you just basically ran away from you, leaning against the metal box and who seemed to be reading the back of your book

jisung saw that you were coming up from the hallway and stood up straight, allowing you to actually open your locker instead of just block you from it

“so can i have it back now?”

“i don't know what you’re talking about.”

that littlE-

“you know what- nevermind i guess you’ll just have to work on calculus by yourself” you chuckled lightly to yourself as you opened your locker

“wha- no! i’ll give it- oh hey” jisung stopped mid-sentence as he peered into the same metal box you were looking at

“woah y/n who’s the lucky guy?”

“uhhhh,,, no one???” wth jisung you know its me stfu

when you looked in you could see a delicate rose laying at the bottom of your locker next to your books, the same one the school had been selling to students

carefully, you picked it up to examine the red flower closer,, it was beautiful, to say the least

it almost looked perfect you were shocked to see it being preserved this well

“at this rate its gonna be like that forever-”

beT you wacked his arm as he gave out a small laugh and raised his hands in surrender

“im kidding~ anyway, who’s it from?” 

you looked deeper into your locker, maybe this person left a note or something,,, who knows

“um it doesn’t say...” you said, still confused, as you close the door to your locker

“uuuu y/nnnnn~ looks like someones pining over youuuu” h a its me

you quickly shook your head and shrugged it off as jisung went on about how good this was for you

ok so maybe you’re kinda dying on the inside and you’re trying really hard not to say anything but this is kinda sweet and adorable and omg you dont even know who this kid is but they’re already doing things to you and your heart<(｀^´)>

‘GETTING ROSES FROM STRANGERS DOESNT MATTER’ YEAH OK SURE LOOK AT YOU NOW 

“sungie a flower can mean a lot of different things” you argued

“but on valentines day?? of all days?? come on y/n,, red one's represent love you know”

“yeah yeah whatever,” you said as you continued walking towards your next, soon arrivng and heading for the back of the classroom where you took a seat in your usual spot

“hey how do you think they got into your locker?” jisung questioned as he plopped his bag on the floor and sat in the seat next to you

oh shit he’s right how- huh- how did they get in cREEPY

“maybe they have access to the master key,,, um student council?”

“jisung why would the student council have access to the master key?”

jisung scratched the back of his head and shrugged his shoulders

“i dont know maybe they stole it~” he wiggled his eyebrows and gave you a smirk before pulling out 

“oh shut up, they probably know seungmin or something- who’s mom is literally the principle” 

the teacher had then started the class and for the first time in a while you found yourself distracted, you couldnt focus on anything the teacher was saying and your notebook remained empty by the end of the period

i mean like

the fact that someone went to all that trouble just to give you that,, i mean couldnt they have done it another time?? i mean you’re not complaining at all,, but you dont want to make someone go out of your way to do that (╯︵╰,)

“y/n its time to go, come on” snapping out of your daze you see jisung and everyone else packing up to leave “wow first time i’ve seen you distracted about anything”

iTS NOT YOUR FAULT YOUR HEART IS GOING bBoM BOM BECAUSE OF THIS STUPID PLANT OK ヽ(`⌒´メ)ノ

“n-no there was just nothing note worth today”

“uh huh sure”

the rest of the day passed as normal, you only had one more class before you headed home and all you were doing was working with your project partner, jeongin, to finish a presentation, which was due next week

when you got home you found a small vase from a cupboard in the kitchen and filled it with water before placing the pretty flower in it,, unsure of what else to do with it but put it on your desk

the next day went the same as always, you went to class, jisung annoyed you to a point where you felt like hitting him, but you gave up and helped him with his math work and you read in the library during lunch

nothing new

you met jisung at your locker once again after lunch and you could clearly see the sweat laced across his forehead and his heavy breaths indicated that he was probably outside playing basketball with hyunjin or something

“what’s your bet i can cheat on this history test”

“can i bet negative”

“wow o ye, of little faith,, come on believe in me”

rolling your eyes you opened your locker once again to grab a book, which you were instead met with what looks like another rose?

but its not valentines day??

“y/n there's no denying it now”

this time the fragile blossom was more of a lavender shade

“oh hey cool it’s a different color,” jisung said as he peered over shoulder “that means its got a different meaning”

“hey maybe you’ll ace a botany quiz instead of this history one, yeah?”

“haha very funny”

and that was that,,, you left it in your locker and took it home and placed it gently in the vase with the other flower, not giving it much thought other than that

still you were kinda curious

over the weekend you almost forgot about it, but your mind still drifted to the origin and the person who bought the flowers that continued to sit at your desk

you didnt know how to feel honestly, you had no clue who this person was yet they still make your insides all squishy (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) uWU

on monday, you thought that this whole thing would have passed and that you would never get to find out who your rose giver was

yet when you opened your locker yet again after lunch, with a wild jisung peeking over your shoulder again, there they were again

but this time there was wayy more than just a single flower

a bouquet of thirteen different colored roses, all identical and just utterly gorgeous

“you know i once read something about the number of roses given to you...although i’ve forgotten about it now” jisung whispered, causing you to jump back in surprise

turning to your friend you gave him a glare before closing your locker once again

“oh come on arent you curious who it is??”

“no”

“yeah right y/n i can tell you do”

“i do not,, because whoever it is shouldnt waste their time or money on me”

jisung laughed and swung his arm around your shoulder, “ok y/n whatever you say”

for the rest of the week this person continued to fill your locker with all sorts of colors and combinations of roses

and day after day the number seemed to get smaller, tuesday it was twelve, wednesday there were ten, on thursday it suddenly dropped down to two, and finally back to only one on friday

but something was different this time

there was actually a note

“meet me by the orchid tree after school? um only if you want to...”

even in their notes they sounded adorable you couldnt just not go,, and you would be lying if you were to say you weren’t at all curious

jisung continued teasing you throughout the entire week, offering to find out who it was if really necessary and ended up just continuously guessing who it could be when you said no

“awww look at my y/n,, growing up and getting into relationships~” jisung cooed as you put the rest of your notebooks into your bag and pulled out the single rose from this afternoon, as well as the note that came with it

you were actually quite nervous, to say the least, i mean,, you’ve never had any experience with romance and you didnt know what you were even going to say

throughout the afternoon you had kept fidgeting with your fingers and hair out of nerves, and when it finally came to leave for the day your hands were clammy and you just felt so...jittery

jisung pat your back and pushed you out the front doors and into the small courtyard, motioning towards the old orchid tree that sat at the other end of the field

“ok if you’re not back in five minutes im going home and assuming you’ve got a date,” he said giving you a wink before pulling out his headphones from his bag

‘go!’ jisung mouthed before he sat down on a bench near the front doors,, leaving you completely vulnerable on your own

breath. take a couple steps. breath. take a few more. just keep breathing and maybe the nerves will calm you down,, you thought as you made your way across the grass towards the tree

in the distance you could see a boy sitting under it, black hair covering his head and such bright red roses in his hands you could see them from all the way over here

as you reached closer you were able to make out the face of your admirer

“jeongin?” you asked, an unknowing relief sound filling your voice

standing up quickly, red across his cheeks, jeongin gave you a small smile before looking back down at the ground

“are you disappointed?” he asked, you could hear the nerves tint his sentence,, he went through all this trouble because he just has no other clue hOW TO TALK TOO SOMEONE SO AMAZING AS YOU OK HES SCARED OF REJECTION HE DIDNT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO

“um, surprisingly?” you took a couple more steps towards him, only a couple of inches separated the two of you now

“not really” you said before quickly pecking his cheek, causing jeongin’s entire face to go red 

you quickly hid in your hands and shook your head,, trying not to squeal or do anything more stupid than you just did

“a-ah im sorry!” 

you heard a small giggle come from in front of you,, opening your eyes you saw jeongin holding six pure crimson red roses out in front of him

“im glad~” he said as you took the small bouquet from his hands

“wanna go see a movie or something?” jeongin offered, hope glittering his eyes you couldnt help but grin

“of course i would”

-

bonus ;

“hey you dyed your hair again.” you said to jeongin, carefully reaching your hand out to touch it

“uh yeah...do you like it?”

“i love it black baby,” taking his hand in yours you gave him a smile “you look really good.” 

[parkaiur]

One Night Stand - Byounggon

❀ Romantic Comedy + fluff 

❀ Word Count: 8.4K words 

❀ Waking up in a stranger’s bed is always a bad way to start your morning. But, waking up in your best friend’s brother’s room is even worse. 

❀ A/N: no this is not smut you nasties ;( !! also i didnt think i would write for these boys again ...but the silver boys fandom made me want to ,,so here i am :)

❀ warning: suggestive content (not smut tho), vulgar language

⭢ spinoff of [Real]istic Fiction

❀ ❀ ❀

I woke up with a nasty headache.

My vision was blurry and as I rolled onto my side, the bright sunlight blinded me. I groaned and covered myself with the blankets once again.

And that’s when I realized.

These blankets are white. 

My blankets are red. 

My vision was suddenly clear as I shot up and looked around. Immediately I grew shocked at the boy snoring next to me who obviously wasn’t supposed to be in my room. 

But this wasn’t my room.

The room was a dark blue color with messy notebooks sprawled everywhere and empty beer cans on the ground that I’m assuming we had been drinking before we got in bed. 

I instinctively reached to touch my body and found I was only wearing shorts. 

Nothing else. 

I felt my chest turn ice cold at the morning air.

“Fuck this.” I whispered to myself, searching on the ground for my shirt. I eventually found it... across the room. 

At this point, I wasn’t even curious as to whose room I was in-- I just needed to get out. 

The boy next to me was snoring heavily, so I wasn’t that scared of waking him. Ok I was majorly scared because this was my first time running out of a boy’s room and I did not know what to do if he woke up. 

I scurried out of the room, tip toeing out of there. I looked back at the boy who was covered by a shirt and some pillows. I carefully opened the door and stepped out. The door creaked shut, but I made it out without waking up.

I walked down the frat boy stairs, seeing other girl’s walking out too. 

“Phew, I’m never going to a frat party again. Ever-”

“Oh, y/n? What are you doing here?” 

I jumped at the voice, dropping my phone on the ground. My eyes widened in shock as I stared at Kim Seunghun. Aka the alpha male of this frat house. And Lisa’s brother’s friend. 

Well fuck. 

I leaned against the staircase and scratched my head. 

“UHHH, good question.” I pretended to think and scooted past him. But nothing got past the boy. 

“Did you just walk out from that room?” He pointed to, yes, the room I just came out of. I felt my cheeks start to turn red from either the shyness or the barf that was rising in my chest. 

I looked to the room and shrugged. “Uhhhh can’t remember. That’s odd the hangover is killing me, uh, I should be going-”

“Oh well, I was just wondering because that room happens to be Byounggon’s room.” 

I froze at the name. 

I slowly backed up and stared at the taller boy who was now smirking down at me. He crossed his arms and examined my facial features. “Oh gosh. You didn’t.”

My head was spinning at the realization.

I had just slept with my best friend’s brother.

That was wrong in so many ways.

“Kim Seunghun. We are never talking about this again, ok? Never. Ever. You will not tell Byounggon nor Lisa. Or any other living soul, got it? Or else I’ll cut off your dick and feed it to the thirsty fangirls you have.”

He flinched at my vulgar words. “Jesus, ok y/n, I won’t tell anyone... besides Jihoon.” I glared at the boy, but I knew I couldn’t fight that. Those two told each other everything.

“Just don’t tell anyone who would tell Lisa or Byounggon, ok? Now I’m leaving I feel like shit dude.” 

“Ok but congrats for boning your crush! Woohoo!” I rolled my eyes and pushed myself past him, my cheeks burning furiously.

Before Seunghun could say anything else and before anyone else could find me doing the walk of shame, I left. 

❀ ❀ ❀

I had a lot to think about on my walk home.

The fresh air, the morning breeze, the multiple other girls walking back to the dorms after being boned by some of the hottest guys on campus, and also the fact that I had to hide one of the biggest secrets from my best friend.

It was no secret that I used to like Byounggon.

Lisa knew. 

Byounggon knew.

Everyone.

Unsurprisingly though, the boy had turned me down years ago. And ever since then, no one has truly known if I liked Byounggon anymore. I stopped talking about it and even I didn’t know how I felt about the boy. 

And no, I was never truly that upset because everyone thought me of as “that weird girl”. I was kind of socially awkward and annoying at the same time. It was a true talent.

Lisa was the only person who had embraced my oddness and we’d been best friends ever since the fifth grade. 

I didn’t know how it would sit with her that I slept with her older brother though.

I sighed in frustration. 

Soon, I reached my dorm and swiped my card, walking into the familiar halls. Thankfully, there were no kids up at 7am so I could calmly get to my dorm room that I did not share with Lisa. 

I opened the door quietly and saw my roommate, Sooyoung, passed out in bed. She was the heaviest sleeper.

And at that, I busted open my bathroom door and barfed all the alcohol out of my system.

❀ ❀ ❀

“So, how’d you get home after the party?” I almost spat out my chocolate milk at her question. Lisa grabbed the napkins out of her pocket and handed them to me. I thanked her and covered my mouth with the tissues.

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously. Lisa gave me a suspicious glance but said nothing. “I mean, you told me you wanted to stay longer at the party, so I left with Jackson, my friend from art class, and told Byounggon to bring you home. Did he give you any problems? I know my brother is SO annoying sometimes.” 

Oh... so that’s how we ended up... yeah.

I shook my head quickly. “Uh, yeah it was good, fine. Didn’t talk much, I was so drunk ahahahaha” I laughed nervously. Lisa was really dense. She couldn’t tell a thing when I was lying. She shrugged and smiled happily. “Cool, cool. So, your first frat party, how did you-”

“Never going again.” 

I tossed my carton in the trash and walked out of the cafe we were peacefully sitting in. Lisa got up abruptly and followed me.

“Woah, what? You seemed to be enjoying yourself last night.” I blushed red thinking back to last night. I had no recollection of what I did last night, but I could only imagine. And that was enough.

“Um, I was drunk, I had no idea what I was doing. And I’m never drinking again. That was terrible, I hate waking up sore.” 

Maybe you weren’t just sore because of the alcohol.

I shook my head subtly. Nasty brain. 

“Ok, ok, frat parties aren’t your thing. Got it.”

“Correction: parties aren’t my thing. I hate people.” I noted carefully while tightening the straps on my backpack. Lisa snorted and held open the door for me as we moved to our next class: chemistry.

“I hate chemistry. It’s a waste of my time as a foreign languages major.” I snorted at the Thai girl. “Whatever, chemistry is the only thing that makes sense to me. Learning languages is too hard.” I sat higher in my chair as the professor walked in so that I could see the board.

“You’re too hard.” The girl deadpanned. I shot her a death glare, but I couldn’t help but laugh shortly afterwards. 

❀ ❀ ❀

“Ah, here comes our favorite chemistry tutor, y/n.” I grinned at the other tutor there. 

“I’m the only chemistry tutor here, Junkyu.” I set down my backpack in the ‘tutor’s only’ area. The boy laughed and nodded his head happily. 

“You’re right.” I rolled my eyes and sat on the table. 

“Another day, another lack of tutoring.” 

Seriously, it amazed me at how many people were failing their classes, yet, no one ever got help. Until, of course, midterms and finals week, then the line became long. But it was only the beginning of the quarter meaning the load was light.

I got lost in my phone until I looked up at Junkyu who was writing something intensely into a journal. 

“What’s that?” I asked curiously. I jumped over to the boy and tried to look over his shoulder. He immediately shut his journal and glared at me.

I pouted and crossed my arms in anguish. “Wow, hiding things from me now?” Junkyu rolled his eyes at me. 

“This is none of your business, y/n.” He spoke with that same condescending tone all boy’s talked with. I hated it. 

“Ugh, whatever. Keep your damn secrets.” I sat on the table once again and huffed angrily. A few minutes went by until I heard him sigh loudly. 

“Ok, so you know my sister?” I set down my phone and nodded happily even though I only knew of her. Junkyu sighed and opened his journal again. “Well, so she sort of wants a boyfriend.” 

I raised a brow. “Well, can’t help with that.” I gestured to myself and Junkyu rolled his eyes. 

“Not you! Ugh, anyways, I’m helping her fall in love I guess.”

...

I grew more and more confused as the conversation ticked by. 

“What?”

Junkyu sighed and tossed the journal at me. 

“Realistic Fiction Operation. Number one, you must talk to him-” 

Then, I realized what it said scribbled on the top.

“Operation: fall in love with Lee Byounggon? What?” 

Junkyu snorted and hopped off a table. “So, my sister failed this writing assignment of hers because she only writer fanfiction and the professor failed her. Blah blah blah, she is sad because she’s never been in love. So this way, she can write her story and fall in love with a super nice guy like Byounggon.” 

He then snorted.

“You would know how that feels right?” 

I hit him with a book and I felt happiness when he flinched in pain. “Fuck you, Junkyu.” I spat. “I was never, ever, in love with Byounggon, ok? I liked him when I was 14 years old, big fucking whoop. So did every other girl in our high school.”

Junkyu raised a brow at me. “Moving on, so now I’m trying to set my sister up with him ‘cause Gon is a great dude. Nice, funny, smart, athletic, good looking, charming, he’s everything.”

I glared at him as he said those things. Like I didn’t notice them or something.

“So, even though you think I’m in love with Byounggon, you would still set your sister up with her?” I question.

Junkyu smiled. “No offense, but Byounggon probably suits a quieter, nicer girl. You’re sort of vulgar and... mean.” 

It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard those words, but I admit, they weren’t nice words to hear. 

I felt a pang in my chest and I ignored the way it stung.

"Mean? I tutor people for a living! How nice is that: I’m sharing my knowledge with others.” I argued. Junkyu peered around the room.

“What others?” 

Suddenly, as we were arguing, we heard a bell ring.��

“What is that bell?” Junkyu said dumbly. 

“You idiot! That’s the bell people are supposed to ring when they need help.” I smacked him with a book one last time before walking over to the desk we had neglected for too long.

“Hi, how can I-” I paused when I looked up at the face. “Oh, hey Byounggon, what can I help you with ahaha?” I said nervously. The boy smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes like normal.

Oh fuck he knows. He’s going to kill me and bury me so his sister never finds out.

“Yeah, I was having some trouble with my chemistry homework, I was wondering if you could help me?” 

Oh... so it was only chemistry.

I felt my anxiety die down. I fake smiled like I did with all of the students I worked with.

“Oh sure, just... sit at a table. We’re pretty empty today.”

Byounggon nodded and then noticed Junkyu. “Oh hey dude.” Junkyu waved back and then his eyes lit up.

“Hey Byounggon, I heard you have creative writing with my sister.” Byounggon nodded and smiled. “How’s she doing? Getting into trouble yet?”

Byounggon laughed and shook her head. “Oh never, she’s not a troublemaker like someone we know.” He peered down at me and I rolled my eyes. When have I ever caused trouble? Besides sleeping with my best friend’s brother? Besides that?

Junkyu gave me an “i told you so face” and I flipped him off blatantly. 

“I’ll be in the lounge.” Junkyu shut the door and left Byounggon and I alone.

“So, what do you-”

“Can we just like, address the elephant in the room?” He finally said. 

Oh great, the jitters are back.

“W-what? What elephant?” I asked, feigning innocence. Byounggon sighed like he was frustrated with me already. 

“Y/n, I’m talking about what happened a few nights ago. Friday night to be exact.” 

He remembers. Definitely remembers. 

“Um... oh yeah, fun party that was. Exciting. Yup. That’s it. Now, chemistry-”

Byounggon pulled his homework away and I saw it was already completed. He just came here to talk to me. To turn me down once again.

“y/n, you know what I mean.” 

He then tossed something on the table which I realized was mine. My face turned sheet white as I locked eyes with him. 

“You left your socks in my bed.. and I know they’re yours because I got you them for Christmas.” He deadpanned.

A million ideas of how to get out of this went through my mind, but nothing came out of my mouth.

Instead, I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. “Why did you come to tell me this?” I said. The boy raised his eyebrows at me in surprise. Before he could say anything, I waved him off. “Ok, Byounggon, you don’t need to tell me anything. I don’t even remember it and I doubt you did too so like, we can move on. Ok? Thanks for coming, I’ll walk you out, and-”

Byounggon didn’t move even though I ushered him out. 

“Y/n, I didn’t come here to tell you to have you ignore it. I just....” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I just feel really guilty about it because Lisa and...” He trailed off once more which played with my emotions. 

“I just wanted to let you know that this was just a mistake on my part... we never should have done what we did.” He blurted.

For some reason, I felt my heart sink all the way to the floor at his words. Even though I’d expected them, it didn’t mean it hurt any less. 

“You’re right, we shouldn’t have done what we did so let’s just forget about it ok? We don’t even remember having sex so it doesn’t matter. Basically didn’t happen.” I fibbed. 

Byounggon gave me one last once-over before standing up. 

“Glad we’re on the same page then.” I nodded as he picked up all his stuff. 

“Exactly and uh, you’re not gonna tell Lisa right? Just to be sure.” 

Byounggon lifted a brow. “’Course not.” 

He walked off with one final wave and I tried to wonder if Byounggon was being honest with me.

❀ ❀ ❀

Later that night, it was the end of my shift since it was 9pm. 

“Later, y/n.” Junkyu left as soon as possible, typical Junkyu. I huffed and slowly packed up my stuff, scanning the room to see if I forgot anything.

“Wait, y/n!” I looked up and saw the familiar tall, caramel-haired boy running towards me. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Seunghun, my tutoring hours are over. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.” He shook his head. “No, I just wanted to talk.” Seunghun’s face was full of confidence and hope which meant mine was full of confusion and fear.

“About what?” I asked hesitantly. The boy hopped on the table across from me and stared at me. 

“Hm, so, I have a favor to ask of you.” I raised a brow. “And what do you have over me that...” Before I asked the question, I realized what dirt he had on me and I grew furious that he tried to hold it over my head.

“No, no, no, I wouldn’t do that. But, I do have an idea.” I raised a brow. “What?” 

Seunghun smirked and leaned back slightly to adjust his legs. “So, I sort of have this chemistry report that only needs to be five-six pages long and it counts for basically my whole grade. I’m already failing chemistry and my teacher told me that if I failed this too, then I should just not come back.”

My eyes widened. Seunghun couldn’t be failing that hard... could he?

“And... what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying, can you please please please write it for me?” Before I could say no, he stopped me. “Ok, look, I’m not a prick so I would never tell Lisa about you banging her brother. But, let’s return to the idea I said I had earlier.” 

At this point, I just wanted him to shut up.

“Well, Junkyu told me that he was trying to set up his sister with Byounggon and if that happens, that means Lisa will no longer be suspicious of you and Byounggon because knowing you and Gon, you both suck at lying.” He was right. “And also, then Byounggon will be distracted by Junkyu’s sister that he’ll forget all about you. It’s perfect truly!” 

“Ok... and how does this involve you?” Seunghun gave me a smug look.

“I’m one of Byounggon’s best friends and I also see him everyday. I’ll give him advice and push him towards it.” I thought carefully about this. Despite Seunghun being obnoxious and crazy at times, people took his advice to heart. He was a nice guy and had a nice heart, his ideas mattered. 

I grumbled and couldn’t believe I was doing this.

“Fine, when do I start?” 

❀ ❀ ❀

Seunghun told me he would come back tomorrow during my tutoring hours and give me all the stuff needed to write the paper. I wondered why he didn’t just give me the stuff when he saw me yesterday, but he insisted he come back.

I sat at my usual tutoring table and of course, it was dead. I was reading a book until I heard someone clearing his throat. 

I looked up and almost dropped my book. 

“Byounggon, what are you doing here?” I spat harsher than intended. The boy scoffed and took a seat. 

“I think I know what’s going on...” He trailed off. 

“What are you talking about--” 

Before I could say anything, Seunghun appeared out of nowhere with all smiles. I wanted to strangle him. 

“Oh hey, seems like you guys are already here.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked with a jolt in my voice. I was so confused as Byounggon sighed.

“Seunghun, why did you tell me to write your paper if you already had y/n doing it?” Seunghun smiled innocently and my head spun at Byounggon’s statement. 

“Because, I felt bad and thought two smart heads would be better than one.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. “Now, here is the rubric along with all my notes for his essay. Good luck and thank you guys so much.” Before we could fight about this, the long limbed boy ran away, leaving me alone with Byounggon.

We sat in silence until I broke it.

“Ok, you can leave, I can write the paper myself.” I said sternly. Byounggon sighed and shook his head. 

“No, let’s just write it together. It’s not like we hate each other.”

I wanted to asked him ‘are you sure?’ but that seemed inappropriate. It wasn’t that we hated each other, it was just awkward between us at times since he had rejected me a long time ago. Obviously I didn’t have the same feelings for him.

“Ok, fine, how about this? The paper is split into 4 sections. I’ll take the first two and you take the last two and then we can combine to write the intro and conclusion. Sound good.” The boy nodded. 

I nodded too and pulled out my laptop and started typing away. I had already had this basic knowledge of chemistry but I occasionally flipped through Seunghun’s notes. 

Byounggon and I sat in silence for a long while until I heard him lean back in his chair. 

“You hungry?” I stared at him and shook my head. “Thirsty?” I shook my head again. 

“I’m fine, but if you’re hungry, you can get something.” I said. Byounggon was a lot of things, but he was always caring. It’s one of the reasons why I fell for him years ago.

Byounggon nodded and got out of his chair. 

It was about 15 minutes until he came back. He set two drinks on the table and two sandwiches. One cold sandwich, one warm.

“Wow, you extra hungry today?” He chuckled at my tone.

“Very funny. I got the strawberry frappe and one ham and cheese sandwich for you. And I got it pressed for you since I know you don’t eat cold sandwiches.” 

I melted at his actions. He remembered my favorite drink and the way I liked my sandwiches, things I mentioned long ago. 

“Thanks, that’s very nice of you.” I said quickly and took a sip of my drink before digging into my sandwich. Byounggon smiled, showing off his dimple that every girl swooned over.

“No problem.”

We ate in silence for a short while. 

“You know, it’s weird how we barely talk even though my sister and you are best friends.” He blurted randomly. I shrugged my shoulders and took another bite of my sandwich.

“I mean, most people don’t talk to their best friend’s siblings.” I pointed out. 

Byounggon sighed. “But we used to be so close.” He said nothing after those words, but I could tell he didn’t want to finish that sentence.

“Before you rejected me.” I finished for him. He flinched at my words, but nodded nonetheless. 

“Yea... before that.” 

We paused at the awkwardness that filled the room.

“You know, I wasn’t that upset at the rejection. I knew you didn’t like me.” I blurt.

Byounggon’s eyebrows shot up. “Why did you think that?” I laughed.

“Um, maybe because no one liked, or likes, me. I am weird, even I know that.” I gestured to my multi-colored hair. Byounggon chuckled.

“You’re weird, but that’s what makes you unique, y/n. Everyone’s a bit weird in their own way, but you do what you wanna do, say what you wanna say, that’s what sets you apart from other people.” 

I felt my heart speed up as he got closer to me. 

Shit, I cannot let this puppy crush come back. It was so lame. 

“Thanks. And for the record, I do NOT still like you.” 

Byounggon laughed as he sipped on his caramel latte.

“I’m being serious you asshole. I feel like everyone still thinks I pine after you and it’s so annoying. I was fucking 14 for pete’s sake!” Byounggon laughed harder and set down his cup.

“That’s not what you were saying Friday night.” 

I choked on my frappe and gaped at him. He was holding in his laughter and staring at me intensely. 

“You... I’m going to pretend you never said that.” He laughed even harder as I tried to ignore the topic. But then I realized something, “Whatever, you don’t even remember what happened. We were both so blackout drunk.” 

Byounggon said nothing which is what made me nervous. 

“Wait... did you remember?” He avoided my gaze and returned to typing on his laptop. My jaw dropped.

“What the fuck, you what?” I suddenly felt nervous around him. Byounggon sighed and looked at me with a gaze that made me want to burst into flames.

“Ok, I didn’t remember who I slept with at first. I just got somewhat of flashbacks to what happened. But when I found your socks, I suddenly remembered a bit more...” Byounggon said honestly. I gulped as his eyes flickered to my lips. 

“Well... try forgetting it.” I spat and tried to rid of the deep blush on my face. Suddenly, his leg that was so close to mine made me feel nervous. My whole body felt like it was on fire. 

Stop it, you horny teenage girl.

❀ ❀ ❀

Night came sooner than expected. 

“Let’s work on this another day. You free tomorrow?” I nodded as I tutored every day of the week. “Yup, same time?” He nodded. 

Soon, Junkyu came out of the tutoring lounge. He usually never sat out in the open unless someone rang the bell for him. He turned to wave to me, but stopped short when he saw Byounggon.

“Byounggon, dude what are you doing here?” The boy smiled and gestured to the work.

“Seunghun.” Junkyu nodded in understanding making me realize Seunghun probably did this often.

Junkyu then gestured me to leave. I rolled my eyes and packed my things faster than usual.

��So Byounggon, I hear you got the hots for my sister.” Oh wow, so he was going to start that while I was still here.

Byounggon shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Um, who told you that?” 

Junkyu shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. But, she likes you, so you should ask her to the party Friday.” 

Byounggon laughed and his black hair flopped around. I resisted the urge to fix it for him.

“Are you sure she likes me? I thought she had a thing for Mashi.” 

Junkyu shook his head vigorously. “Oh no no, they’re just friends. She likes you I swear.” Byounggon sighed.

“That’s what Seunghun said I should do too... but I don’t know man. She’s a nice girl and funny too, but-”

“No buts! Take her, ok?”

I saw Byounggon nod and I couldn’t hide my sadness. I walked away before I could hear Junkyu say anymore about how perfect she was for him and how I was inferior. 

“y/n, wait up.” I paused and felt Byounggon’s presence next to me. 

“What?” 

“It’s late, you shouldn’t walk home by yourself.” I felt giddy at his kind manners, but I ignored it. I hadn’t had a crush in a while and this was me trying to make up for it.

“Um, thanks.” To be honest, I was paranoid about walking home in the dark, but sometimes I just power through. 

We walked in silence to my dorm that wasn’t too far from the library. 

“So, party Friday? Do you guys have one every week?” Byounggon sighed and nodded. 

“Unfortunately.” He sighed. Byounggon was fun at parties, but he liked the quiet life as well. He was no Kim Seunghun.

“So, what’s this thing with you and Junkyu’s sister?” I asked like it was just a conversation starter, not like I was jealous.

Byounggon chuckled lightly. “Hm, why? Jealous?” I hit him on the shoulder and walked past him in anger. He caught up to me easily. “I’m kidding! And it’s nothing, just harmless flirting... I don’t know, I may like her but I haven’t liked a girl in a while.” 

I sighed. “I think you should go for it.” 

I unlocked my door but didn’t go in just yet. “What? Why, you don’t even know her.” I shrugged thinking about Lisa and Junkyu. I could move on from my confusing feelings towards Byounggon once he started to date Junkyu’s sister. And Junkyu was right... I wasn’t right for Byounggon. 

“She seems like a nice girl and Junkyu told me that she really likes you.” I said. To be honest, I was a bit wary about the whole “operation get Byounggon to fall in love with her” thing, but if that’s what it took, then so be it. 

Byounggon didn’t respond with words but just stared off into space to show he was done with the topic. “Can I use your bathroom?” I nodded and walked in. 

“Sure.” 

He thanked me and then went in. I walked shut the door to the outside and noticed that Sooyoung wasn’t there. She never was in the dorms besides the weekends. Which was weird since it was usually the opposite. She simply just told me it was because her boyfriend and her studied and hung out during the day and she was too lazy to walk back to the dorms. 

Soon I heard the toilet flush and Byounggon walked out shortly after. 

He was still putting on his belt as he walked out from the bathroom. That prick, he knows he looks attractive. 

“Well, I guess this is goodnight.” He said in a deeper voice than usual. I nodded and this time, I stared directly into his eyes which were dark and soft both at the same time. 

“See you tomorrow?” He nodded, but didn’t make any motion to leave. I nodded slowly and when I said nothing, he took a few steps back. 

I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that he didn’t make a move. 

Oh... fuck it. 

“But if you want, you can stay a bit.” I pulled him in by his belt as he instantly had his face close to mine. 

“Fuck, I didn’t think you would ask.”

He brought his lips to mine and I felt the immense pleasure that brought back faint memories of last Friday night. His warm hands gripped my waist and then worked to pull off my shirt. I should’ve been intimidated that he did that so easily but I wasn’t. He ran his hands back and it made me shiver in excitement.

Suddenly, his shirt was off and I guided him towards my bed. I whipped his belt off and he groaned; I felt my brain go into a frenzy.

So much was happening so fast and I could barely process anything. I traced the outlines of his abs which made him sigh in content. I was about to take off my pants, but then, I felt him hold me back.

“Wait... we can’t do this.” I felt my heart drop at his words. “We can’t.” He sat up and tried to not look at my body as he picked up his shirt. 

“Why?” I hated how small my voice sounded.

“Because, I would feel like a dick if I slept with you and then went on a date with Junkyu’s sister a couple nights after.” Byounggon sighed and ran his hands over his face like he was regretting this ever happened. 

I felt anger rush through my veins as I jumped off of him and tossed on my own shirt, humiliated and confused at this whole situation.

“Ok... this whole thing with Junkyu’s sister is kind of suspicious to me. I don’t know.” I ended lamely. I felt like I was betraying Junkyu if I told Byounggon about how Junkyu’s sister was basically using him to write her paper, but I felt bad not letting Gon know she was tricking him.

Byounggon scoffed. “Really? Just like give minutes ago you were telling me how good she was for me.” 

I felt my cheeks burn at his tone of disbelief. “Well, I just... it’s complicated!” I fibbed. 

“Complicated how?” 

“Just complicated. Just be wary of her, ok?”

Byounggon shook his head. “This shouldn’t have happened ok? It was a weak moment.” This time, I was the one laughing.

“Weak moment? Is that we are calling this? Fine. Then it’ll never happen again, sound good?” 

He paused buttoning up his shirt and stared at me. 

“Sounds perfect.” He stood up and started to walk out of my dorm. “I guess I’ll go back to her then.”

He didn’t have to specify who “her” was, but we both knew I knew.

I clenched my fists and controlled the anger that was threatening to flow out of me. 

“Don’t come back crying to me when you find out that she’s using you!” I blurted. As soon as the words come out of my mouth, I wanted to take them back.

Byounggon laughed wildly and shook his head.

“You are exactly what people say about you. You’re mean. You would bring her down just to get what you want.” 

I refused to let myself cry in front of a boy. 

“Fuck you! You’re just as much as a player as everyone told me! Lisa deserves a better brother than you!” I lied. Byounggon was an amazing brother, but I knew it would hurt him.

“I guess I was just a one night stand to you after all!” He stopped moving at my words and I wondered if I went too far, but I couldn’t help but wonder.

He said nothing but slammed my door shut. 

Once I was alone, I fell to my floor crying. I picked up to call Lisa out of instinct, but I couldn’t tell her about this. I couldn’t tell her anything about this situation. She would kill me before she would comfort me.

I laid on the floor, crying undisturbed, wishing for my best friend next to me. 

Suddenly, my door flew open and there revealed Lisa. My eyes widened in shock at how she caught me like this. Instead of being surprised, she shut the door quickly and came next to my side.

“H-how-”

“Byounggon called me and told me that you some mean guy was causing you some trouble during tutoring and you were really shaken up. I know how anxious you are about those things, but I’m glad he was there. And I’m happier that you’re safe now, ok?”

I nodded and felt safe in her company. I couldn’t help but cry harder knowing Byounggon called her, knowing I wouldn’t. 

Why did he have to be so caring til the end?

“Thanks for coming.” I whispered out. She flicked my forehead. 

“Don’t thank me, that’s what best friends are for.”

❀ ❀ ❀

I finished the report without Byounggon and texted him that I would. He didn’t argue with me. 

Soon, it was Friday night. Lisa was getting ready in my dorm.

“I can’t believe you’re not going with me.” She pouted. She looked stunning with her hair in a short bob and her fashion was always on point.

I shrugged and thought back to the last frat party. 

“Yeah, I am definitely not going to another frat party.” She sighed and applied the finishing touches of her makeup. 

“Fine, but just call me if you change your mind. You know these parties last all night.” I nodded, but I knew I wouldn’t change my mind. 

She sighed and started to pick out her shoes. “Well, Bobby is meeting me in the lobby in 5, so I should go now.” She hugged me and pulled back with a soft gaze. “You sure you’ll be fine?” I nodded even though I would probably use this time to cry over Byounggon again. 

“Totally, now go have fun with your hunky date.” 

She laughed and turned red. “Fine, fine, bye~” 

I waved and said “call me if he gets too handsy.” Even though we both knew it would be no problem if he got handsy. 

She laughed and shut the door.

I inhaled the scent of strong perfume in the air and I plopped on my bed. 

I closed my eyes to get some rest, but I heard my phone ring. I picked it up, thinking it was Lisa checking in on me but I heard a deep voice.

“Dude, what happened between you and Byounggon?” Seunghun’s voice was loud even though I could hear loud music in the background.

“What are you talking about?”

“He’s all over Junkyu’s sister tonight. Where the hell are you at??” He spat. I sat up feeling my anxiety wash over me again. So he did go with her in the end. Great. 

“That was the plan you dimbo! He was supposed to get with her and now it’s happening. Why do I need to be there? To interrupt their date?” I snapped. Seunghun sighed loudly.

“Y/n, we all know that you and Byounggon have the hots for each other.” I laughed and shook my head even though he couldn’t see me. 

“You’re wrong. Byounggon does not like me. In fact, I think he is disgusted by me right now.” Seunghun laughed. 

“Y/n, you are a lot of things, but you’re not dumb. You can’t seriously believe that right? He’s been in the moodiest mood since Wednesday night... I’m assuming something happened then?” My face turned red as Seunghun chuckled. 

“He likes you, y/n. Now get down and get your man. Or at least make him hella jealous and make out with some other dude.” I sighed and rolled back in bed.

“Seunghun... it’s over. We had too big of a fight that other night and I told him that I wouldn’t go back to him. I have too much pride.” I said softly. Seunghun said nothing for a couple of moments, but then didn’t waver.

“I’ll pay for your next two hair appointments if you come down here.” That definitely got my attention.

“What, why?”

“Do you doubt me?”

Seunghun was a rich dude... I did not doubt him. But I felt myself feel emotional at what he was doing. It wasn’t because he was bribing me, but he knew that by saying that, I could come down and pretend the reason I was coming down was for the free money, not because of Byounggon. 

“Thank you, Seungh-”

“Just come.”

❀ ❀ ❀

My blue hair was curled nicely and the layers showed beautifully. I had slapped on makeup and an edgy outfit. I threw on a beige skirt and a white crop top. I hated dressing up but oh well. 

The party was not that far and I took an uber, not wanting to walk so far in these shoes. I jumped out of the car and stared at the frat. 

I took a deep breath and made my way in. I was instantly bombarded by loud music and loud people. I sighed and made my way to the bar. 

“Hello, what can I get for you?” 

“One can of beer.” The bartender gave me a glance over and nodded. I didn’t like pretty drinks, I was pretty simple. I liked things that got me drunk fast. 

“Y/N! YOU MADE IT!” Seunghun acted drunk, but truth be told, the boy didn’t like to drink. He was naturally crazy. I nodded and opened my can of beer. 

“I did indeed. I don’t turn down money and thank you for feeding my hair dye addiction.” Seunghun laughed and slapped me on the back. 

“You look hot. You should go find Byounggon.” The older boy whispered. I shook my head and took a big gulp of beer to distract myself. 

“I’m not that big of a bitch. He’s here with another girl.” Seunghun shrugged. 

“I don’t know, the girl didn’t seem that into the party. You party better than her despite being a total homebody.” I laughed and shrugged. 

“I’m good at not caring what people think I guess.”

❀ ❀ ❀

Soon, the night picked up and the party got more intense as more and more people came. 

A boy sat next to me and ordered a can of beer, similar to me. I knew the boy wanted to be drunk. No one likes the taste of beer.

“Bad night?” I asked trying to strike up a conversation with him. Everyone else was on the dance floor. 

The boy turned to me. He was quite good looking and had big and bright eyes. He looked ... Japanese?

“You could say that.” He glanced to my 4 cans of beer. “You?”

I laughed maniacally. “I guess you could say I’m here to forget about someone but they happen to be here so... that’s tough.” The boy sighed. “Actually, same.” 

I laughed once he started to. “I’m y/n by the way.”

“Mashiho.” I nodded. He got his drink and then downed it. “You wanna dance?” He asked. I didn’t have the best rational at the moment so I nodded.

“Yes.” We both drunkly made our way to the dance floor and he had to hold me up so I could stay upright. 

“You are so drunk.” 

I nodded. I was never that bubbly of a drunk. I just lost control of my body truly and slurred my words. 

“I know, asshole.” The boy laughed and swung me around at the music. I loved dancing, it made me forget everything. I just loved losing control and not having anyone judge you on the dancefloor. 

Soon, the boy leaned in closer to me. “The girl I’m trying to get over is to our left.” I nodded, and took a peak but I could barely see anything in the sea of strobe lights. I took a step closer to lean in and look like we were kissing. I gave him a light smirk as he look nervous but did nothing. 

Then, I looked to my left and saw the girl storm out. I suddenly felt bad but I just helped a dude out.

“Oh shit.” I grinned forcefully but then looked who was running after her. My heart dropped and I loosened my grip on Mashiho.

“Please, please don’t tell me the girl you’re trying to get over is Junkyu’s sister?” His eyes widened in surprise. 

“How’d you know?” I then felt like everything was too overwhelming for me. I was dancing with the boy who she most likely had a past with. And I just messed up everything for Byounggon. 

I’m such a bitch.

“Fuck, Mashiho. It was nice meeting you and I’m sorry about that girl... From what I just saw, she likes you too. I’m sorry, I need to go.” I took off running and left the poor boy stranded. 

I had no idea where I was running to, but I felt myself wobble due to the large amounts of alcohol. 

Soon, I knocked into someone which made me hit the ground. 

“Hey, are you ok-” I looked up and locked eyes with the person who was watching tears stream down my face. 

“Lisa, I’m-”

She sighed and looked towards her date. “I’m sorry, it’s girl time.” 

She took my hand and guided me out of the party. 

“Ok, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to tell me everything that’s been happening since last week. And start with what the hell is going on between you and my brother.” 

❀ ❀ ❀

“So... you slept with my brother?!?” She screamed. I shut my eyes and shook my head, trying not to laugh.

“I know, I know, even I was surprised.” 

Lisa hit her face with a pillow and started to laugh.

We were sitting in my dorm room since Sooyoung was gone. We had ordered pizza hut pizza and were munching on it like no tomorrow.

“But you don’t remember anything of it?” I nodded. “Nothing.”

“And then... you guys ended up doing it, or half of it, again... but then he lashed out at you and you guys got into a big fight because of Junkyu’s sister?” I nodded.

She sighed and took a bigger bite of pizza. 

“Damn... I feel like I should be saying congrats but this is my brother.” I turned red and hit her arm gently. 

We were silent for a few moments until I shook my head.

“I’m really sorry, Lisa. This never should have happened. If I could rewind time, I would redo this whole week.” I felt my eyes water and Lisa tossed down her pizza. 

“Oh, y/n, I’m not mad at you.” 

I jolted up in shock. “What?”

She laughed and shook her head. “I’m not mad at you. And in fact, I sorta expected you would get together eventually...” I choked on my Coke.

“What? What how?” I exclaimed.

She gave a knowing smile. “Well, first off, you liked him when were like 13 or 14... and then he just openly rejected you. Then he told me that he liked you too but only rejected you because of me. And back then, I was thankful... but as I got older, I felt bad. I might have ruined something for the two of you.” 

She sighed and moved closer to me. “But we can’t redo that past, we can only work with the future. So, I’m sure you enjoyed canoodling with my brother, and I know you don’t regret that. But I’m sure you feel bad about fighting with him, so all you need to do is fix it.” 

I furrowed my brows at the girl.

“What?”

“Go talk to him, you dummy. You guys haven’t been talking... just.. doing.” I slapped her on the arm and she winced in pain.

“You-” I started, but I knew she was right. “are right.”

❀ ❀ ❀

I ignored Byounggon the entire weekend. But then Monday came, and I guess I saw him around campus occasionally. And he knew where I tutored. I guess I was afraid of seeing him all day. 

I walked into the library and felt my mood go down as I saw Junkyu waiting for me. This was weird... Junkyu never waited for me.

He stared at me for a few moments and I braced myself for him yelling at me.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted to my surprise. 

I sighed in shock. “Why? You have nothing to be sorry for.” He hopped off the table and followed me to the lounge. 

“Yes I do, I was an asshole to you. You’re not a mean person and my sister is not better than you. I was too hard on you this week just because I wanted to see her happy. But I should’ve realized it would hurt you because of what I was doing... so I’m sorry.” 

I felt a sadness wash over me thinking back to how miserable I must’ve looked at this moment. I nodded and gave him a tight smile. 

“Thanks dude, but don’t feel too bad. I’m not that upset.” I lied. The boy said nothing even though I knew he wanted to.

❀ ❀ ❀

I shouldn’t have been disappointed that Byounggon never came around. But I was a bit, even though I’d expected it. 

This week taught me that even though I expect things to happen, doesn’t make it any less upsetting.

“See you, y/n.” I waved off Junkyu as I walked to my own dorm. 

As I walked onto my floor, I saw Byounggon standing there. I stopped as we both made eyecontact. I felt my heart stutter as he stood there in black jeans and a striped longsleeve shirt. 

He gave me a nervous smile. 

“Um, can we talk?” 

I nodded quickly. “Sure.” I opened the door to my dorm and let him inside. I tried not to remember what happened the last time he was in my dorm. 

“So...” I started. He tucked his hands in his pockets.

“Um, so I just wanted to tell you that... I never really liked Junkyu’s sister.” My eyes widened. 

“What?”

He sighed and moved closer towards me.

“I never liked Junkyu’s sister. I feel like a dick now but I was sort of using her to get over this other girl I like...” He trailed off but stared at me with a boyish glance. I felt a smile bubble out of me onto my lips. 

“hm, wow, a girl not liking the Byounggon? Unheard of.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, she’s sort of a tough cookie.” I let out a bark of laughter and shoved him, breaking our facade. 

“You asshole, tough cookie? You’ve known for ages that I’ve liked you!” I exclaimed. He looked at me sadly and sighed. “I know, and I’m so, so sorry that I let my sister’s opinion get in the way of how I felt. I should’ve convinced her.” 

He took my hands gently and I relished in their warmth. 

I shook my head. “You did what you thought was protecting me and her. Plus, I couldn’t imagine dating you as a preteen anyways.” He smiled and I had to resist the urge to kiss his dimple. 

“I should’ve controlled myself that Friday night. I shouldn’t have slept with you before we were officially together.” I shook my head. 

“Don’t blame yourself, it takes two to tango.” He laughed at my old analogy. “Plus, we were both very drunk.” I finished. He nodded. 

We stood there in silence. 

“I’m sorry for being such a tough cookie.” I whispered. He shook his head and lowered his face to mine. 

“You have nothing to apologize for. I was a dick.” 

I laughed.

“Also, Junkyu’s sister told me that she was using me too... so I guess that would’ve never worked out.” My eyes widened. “She got with Mashiho?” Byounggon gave me a weird look.

“Yeah... how did you know that?”

“Oh, I was the reason why she ran out that night... I was dancing with him.” I felt his grip tense but he had no reason to be jealous.

“Of course you were. That’s sorta funny now that I think about it.” I nodded.

“It is indeed.”

“Also, Junkyu told me everything. About that weird operation thing and also told me that you knew so thanks for trying to protect me even though it would hurt you.” 

I gave him a sad smile. “I guess I was more in love with you than I thought.” I confessed. Byounggon was shocked at first, but then his gaze turned intense and hazy. “I was supposed to say that first.” 

I shook my head. “Well you didn’t, so hah.” 

Byounggon didn’t say anything else but lowered me onto my bed. He took off his shirt rapidly and I couldn’t help but enjoy the show. 

“For the record, you’re more than just a one night stand to me.” 

I laughed and pulled him in for a kiss.

“I know, dimwit. Now show me.” 

[chraneness]

WIP Questions

I SWEAR I DIDNT FORGET! This took me a fucking long time to do and I SOO apologize.

@so-this-is-what-hell-feels-like tagged me with these questions about my latest WIP.

I ended up doing an oldy but a goody!

It has no name, so here it is!

1. Describe the plot in one sentence.

Dennis shoots anyone that doesn’t do what he wants.

2. Pick one, sight, smell, sound, feel, taste to describe the aesthetic for your novel.

The smell is of dank asphalt and fumes of the city. It takes place in a regular concrete jungle, and an AWFUL neighborhood.

3. Which 3+ songs make up a playlist for your novel?

“Jackal and Hide” -Five Finger Death Punch

“Coin for the ferryman” -Nickleback

“Sarcasm”- Get Scared

I dabble in some rock, but I’m not an expert, that being said, this WIP is all metal and badass shit.

4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?

It takes place in modern times, and the place is always hard to decide on, I know it’s in the hood somewhere, but I am still debating whether it should be in New York or Maine.

5. Are there any former tittles you have considered but discarded?

This one honestly doesn’t have a name or a clear plot, because the head of the gang, Dennis, deals with so much at one time, it is hard to make him panic. It is really just a world I created with characters who do what they want and when. I normally only do short stories on them, because they can be put in almost any situation and have a good reason for it.

6. What is the first line of your novel?

The first line of one of my favorite short stories for Dennis is:

“Put it down.”

7. What is a dialogue you are particularly proud of?

“Well, tell them to fuck off”

“I can’t do that, and you know it.”

“Fine, I don’t care, as long as you get the shipments. They are fucking late. If he tries to screw you over, shoot him”

“What do you think I am sitting here for?”

8. Which line of the novel best represents it as a whole?

“Just another day at the fucking office.”

9. Who are your character’s face claims?

Um....besides Felix Looking a little like Dennis, nothing really.

10. Sort your characters into Hogwarts houses.

I do apologize, but I have never read those books. It was the one series I never got into.

11. Which character’s name do you like the most?

Full disclosure, I named Dennis from the Spongebob movie, the original one, where the guy Plankton hires name is Dennis, and Plankton shouts. “HES A VICIOUS COLD BLOODED PREDATOR!!” He honestly wasn’t meant to be this big of a character, but the name stuck, and now its funny, even though I don’t really watch the show anymore🤣🤣.

Felix’s name means lucky in Latin, and i thought it was a bit ironic, but not nearly as funny. (You know...cause he really isn’t lucky.)

12. Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Dennis- mean guy, he is easy, jeans, leather boots, leather jacket, and sometimes a shirt. He has horns, but they arent that big and easily hidden under his longish hair. His bat wings r hidden under his jacket, and his tail in his jeans. He has a lot of tattoos under his clothes, so he likes to take his shirt off for. Impressing the ladies😜.

Felix- Dennis’s second in command. He dresses similarly, although minus the demonic touches and tattoos. He goes for his older running sneakers, a leather jacket, and jeans, but it isn’t always leather, as opposed to Dennis, his can be a hoodie too.

Those are the main guys, y’all can always ask me for the more minor people if you want!

13. Do any character’s have any distinct birthmarks/scars?

Dennis’s chest is covered in tattoos, they all mean something and it’s a long list.

Felix probably has scars cause he has been through hell, but I don’t know any specifically important ones.

14. Which character most fits a character trope?

I’m not sure, they are all pretty unique to me...I would have to know more tropes.

15. Which character is the best writer? Worst?

There is a girl in that storyline (a minor character) who would do the best creative writing, her name is Marine. Dennis would do the best profession business writing.

I don’t know if there is a WORST writer in this bunch, other than the dropouts who work on the lowest end of the spectrum.

16. Which character is the best liar? Worst?

Dennis. By far. No Question.

The worst would me Travis, he is jus too honest of a guy.

17. Which character swears the most? Least?

Dennis. Again. No fucking question.

And the least would be Travis yet again, he is a bit of a goodie two shoes.

18. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?

Fear, Dennis’s girlfriend has the best, it’s all natural and curly.

Felix probably had the worst cause he never has to do anything official other than signatures, so he just scribbles things down on paper.

19. Which character is most like you? Least like you?

They are nothing like me. If anything, I drive to be like them.

20. Which character would you most like to be?

Probably Dennis cause people listen to him. He is smart and he seems to just know everything at any given time.

So sorry that took so long! Tagging some friendsies!

@jaycewriteslikealot @timelessziowl167 @writing-in-the-margins @lightningandthetumbllr

Have fun!

[holland-ish]

Forgotten  [ T. Holland ]

Request: i requested something a while back and ill just request it again so its a tom x reader angst where tom is out filming and him and reader havent spent time together in awhile and then reader calls tom and then its big fight on the phone and reader tells tom they should maybe go on a break and tom is like ok but like hes angry so he didnt register what she said and then he flies back to their apartment couple days later to apologize but she was gone, all her things were gone and tom is sad :)

Word Count: 1,602

Warnings: Angst, language, Tom’s a bit of a dick and my riting may not be great

Tagging @cosmetologynerd and @hollandroos bc I can’t remember but I think they wanted to be tagged?

A/N: I’m sorry the requests are taking me so long?? Please do leave feedback, I always appreciate being told what I could do better next time! Lots of love xx

Masterlist

You contemplated ignoring his call. After all, that’s been exactly what he’s been doing whenever you call him. It was almost as if he’d forgotten about you despite how much you both would deny it. But you hadn’t forgotten about him. And you were worried about him, curious as to why he hadn’t spoken to you in so long.

Tom was busy with work, you understood that, but it only took a few seconds to type up a text and press send. Surely he would have at least had the time to have sent you a text, right? He could have even replied to one of the many that you had sent him to check in on how he was doing. But he didn’t and you were stuck waiting for replies that never came.

It hurt a lot that he hadn’t contacted you in weeks. Tom was having the time of his life and you understood that, knowing that filming these movies and promoting them is what made him happy. However, that didn’t stop you from feeling upset that you hadn’t heard is voice in over a month, that you had no idea what he was doing with his castmates.

And it wasn’t as if Tom didn’t have the time to go out with his friends, no. You could see on his instagram that he was out and about, living his work life happily without you. If he could post these photos to instagram, he could at least text you back.

After the phone had stopped ringing, you took a minute and just stared at it. Why was Tom calling you all of a sudden? Why is he finally making an effort to contact you now? It was weird, you had to admit, but you found yourself calling him back without thinking twice about it. There were only two rings before he picked up.

“Hey baby,” Tom hiccuped. “I been having so much-” Another hiccup. “-so much fun.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and ignoring the swirl of emotions in your belly. Tom was drunk, his words sloppy and his voice a mixture of low and high pitches.

You huffed out a fake laugh, ignoring him as he slurred out something unintelligible. “I bet you have. Call me back when you’re sober. Or don’t. I don’t care anymore.”

That was a lie. You did care. Nonetheless, you hung up on him, not bothering to speak to him unless he was sober. Tom probably wouldn’t even remember he had called you so you didn’t bother yourself with expecting a call back from him any time soon.

You waited through the night, sleeping restlessly. The empty spot on the bed beside you seemed to be teasing you about the man that hadn’t made the effort to call the one person he had said he loved the most. You pushed yourself out of the bed, willing yourself to snap out of this daze and start your day.

At one point, you had began to wonder if he’d even come home or not. Maybe he’d forgotten where he’d lived too.

Shaking your head in a failed attempt to rid yourself of such thoughts. You tried getting on with the rest of your day, but your mind kept finding its way back to Tom and his unlikely call back. Hours later, an empty dinner plate sat on the coffee table as you mindlessly watched whatever was playing on the TV.

You weren’t going to lie. You did want him to call back, you did want to talk to him, sort things out. Of course you did; you loved him. Every half hour you found yourself glancing over at your phone until it actually started ringing, your heart rate picking up as you stumbled to pick it up.

When you saw Tom’s name on the caller ID, you weren’t exactly sure how you should feel. Happy? Angry? Upset? Nervous? You accepted the call with no idea how you would speak to him.

“I’m sorry-”

“No you’re not.”

“I am,” Tom muttered. “I didn’t mean to call you while I was drunk.”

You scoffed. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t mean to call me at all.”

Tom sighed, the sound rusty over the line. You could almost feel him squeezing his eyes shut the way he usually did when he knew you were unhappy with him. Not that you were unhappy with him very often because you weren’t.

“What is that supposed to mean, sweetheart?” His voice was coated in a thick layer of unnatural sugar and you rolled your eyes at it. Tom was trying to stop you from getting worked up with him, innocent in his actions but unaware that it came off rather… ill-mannered.

“Don’t you dare ‘sweetheart’ me, Tom,” you blurted, your palms becoming clammy as you struggled to think clearly. How could he be so unaware of his ignorance? “You’ve been ignoring my calls. Haven’t replied to a single one of my texts and you don’t bother to contact me! I haven’t heard anything from you for several weeks, Tom!”

“I’m busy,” was all he said.

“Oh, bullshit,” you swore, feeling your face heat up at his half-hearted excuse. “It doesn’t take more than a minute to send me a simple text, Tom. If you can spend time hanging out with your new friends and posting about it on twitter or instagram then you can sure as hell let me know that you’re doing okay.”

“Is this because I’m spending time with them and not you?” he grunts. “Because if it is, then-”

“No! It’s not about that, Tom!” You were glad he wasn’t standing in front of you, with his arms crossed as they usually were when he was worked up.

“Then what is this about, huh?” Tom’s words were strained, his voice louder than usual but he wasn’t shouting. “I have more important things on my mind! I’m filming a fucking movie, Y/N, I can’t constantly be thinking about you and about calling you!”

“Dammit, Tom!” You let out a frustrated groan, running the hand that wasn’t gripping your hand through your hair and tugging roughly without realising. Wincing, you pulled your hand away. “Sometimes I wonder if you even remember me! For fuck’s sake, it’s like you’ve forgotten who I am!”

“Maybe I have!” He retorts, frowning after he realised what he said and knowing it was a lie but at this point he was far too frustrated to control what words were leaving his mouth. “I have to focus on work! I’m a fucking actor, Y/N, I’m going to be busy filming and I’m going to be busy with events! You can’t expect me to worry about calling you when I’ve got to be making sure I don’t fuck up my image and my career!”

“And your career is more important than me?” You asked, your voice hard and filled with anger that you’d been holding back for so long.

“Maybe it is.”

It was almost as if every ounce of anger had been washed out of your body in one go. Your voice softened. “The only time you called me was when you were drunk. I’m not going to put up with this anymore!”

“Then don’t! See if I care!”

Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes welled with tears, convinced somebody had thrown a baseball at your chest. This wasn’t what you wanted, how could things have turned out like this?

“Fine,” you whispered.

You hung up before you could hear his reply, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. A strangled whine slipped through your lips as you tried not to sob, shoving your phone into your pocket. It buzzed insistently and it was undoubtedly Tom so you ignored it, making your way into the room you shared with your boyfriend. You pulled your belongings out of drawers, cupboards and off of shelves, breathing heavily as you shoved them all into bags and ignoring the tears that fell onto them.

You didn’t think you could stay in this apartment any longer than necessary. Calling up one of your closest friends, hoping that there would be a place for you to stay, you hoped you could get away this same night. Thankfully, there was. You quickly scribbled down a note, biting your lip as the wetness from your tears made it fold in a little bit before you threw it onto the bed. With a heavy heart, you were gone minutes later.

~

Tom swiped the palm of his hands down his face as he thought about what happened. He knew he had made the biggest mistake in his life. This would cost him more than money, it would cost him you. And that thought scared him.

He caught the first flight back home after the next couple of days, rushing back to your shared apartment, his heart on his sleeve and his bottom lip between his teeth. Tom took a deep breath, unlocking the door and pushing it open. His jaw fell slack when he noticed the emptiness of the apartment, making his way into the bedroom in case you were in there. You weren’t.

Tom’s heart fell to his stomach when he caught sight of the note, unfolding it and reading over it quickly. He let out a choked sob, his eyes instantly filling with tears as he sank to the floor and rest his elbow on the bed. Tom repeatedly red over the note, hoping that somewhere you would have written that this was all a stupid joke to get back at his idiocy. But he found no such thing and it made his heart shatter to think that you were really gone.

[mothraballs]

Sketchbooks From Over The Last Seven Years

I have a box of sketchbooks and random sketches that I’ve been adding to since I was about 12.  Today I went through it all and I decided I’d make a post about it because. idk. why not I guess? So obviously its not every page of every book but like if anyone wants to go through about 7 years of bad sketchbooks and loose sketches and doodles its under the cut. Some nudity

.Going through this sucked a little because like who in the world ever wants to go through their middle school art??? Its hard not to get rid of that stuff because like not only does it suck but it makes me remember middle school and things like anime club and like. ew. But it’s nice to see how much less I suck at this, even if i’m not nearly as talented as I’d like to be. It also makes me sad to think of art i’ve lost, even if it was bad. I don’t have pretty much anything that I did digitally from like age 13-16 because I either deleted it or lost it when a computer broke because i didnt back that up since I didnt think id care but l kinda wish I still had some of that stuff, just like to compare improvement over such a big time period.

 I wanted to find some of my actual finished art to post with this, but I couldn’t find it today, so it’s only sketchbook stuff (but I dont finish a lot of things anyway lol). Maybe I’ll make another post comparing old things I actually finished with new stuff once I can find it because I know it’s around here somewhere anyway heres sketchbooks!!

This is from 7th grade, so I guess I was 12. It’s god fucking awful, complete with drawings of memes (which I will spare u from), slenderman fan art, and a weird message about my middle school bike, which I still have in my garage, being stolen, which it never was. And the brakes do work.

 why

  This one is also from when I was 12, but it’s only about 1/4 of the way full. 

i think i had a mental brakedown here lmao

@douche-mccoosh​ ‘s sexy page

This one was either from 7th-8th grade or just in 8th grade. Idk. Either way I was probably 13 years old. Just a warning: Mlp fan art starts here

1 (ONE) wolf

idk what this is supposed to be honestly

long forgotten OC

This one was also from when I was 13

I had this from age 13-14, I started drawing digitally a LOT more around age 14, so I guess I wasnt rly using my sketchbook as much

this was like straight copied from a piece I saw at an art magnet school I applied to (obviously I didnt get in lmfao) and I really did not understand how dark I needed to make the paper in some spots. And then I never finished it

A pony OC... she was a robot ok

I think I had this one age 14-15. The paper ended up being translucent so I stopped using it early on. Im kinda glad I didn’t fill it up because that actually might be kinda useful to me now

Sweet notes from @lmkno​  

This one wasn’t in the picture on the top bc I found it later. I think I might also be missing like 1 other one too tbh but oh well lol I think I had it when I was 15? really stopped drawing like a lot around this time, I wasn’t doing digital stuff either cuz my computer was broken at the time

This is also about when I stopped throwing away every single thing i drew on a loose piece of paper, so here’s some random sketches from the general timeframe

First sketches of my OCs Vonn, the fish man and Elliot, the girl with pigtails

Some of my art I’ve sorted correlating to the OC’s and the universe they belong in or whatever so here’s some OC’s that sort of came about around that time, some of the pictures are from when I was older though

Ginger

the TV head robot guy was named Seven

the guy with the fuckin,, circle head and weird face is Wolfgang, I still draw him a lot today but ive changed how he looks a  l o t

I had this age 15-16, so like 2014-15. Maybe early 2016? There’s a lot of blank pages and scribbled out things. I 

Wolfgang again

fukkin,,,, gaye ass furry roleplay oc

Sketches on loose paper from the time I think??? I honestly cant tell when all of these are from but they’re gonna go here.

first design of an OC named Eryl

A random D20 character

Eryl

Early drawings of an OC named Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy aka Lucy Ninetimes

Lucy & Wolfgang

And heres more stuff I had sorted by OCs/universe or whatever

main OCs here are Pidgenfinger, with the blue or possibly stylistic black hair, and Chrissy, shes like. A mouse or something

main OCs here are Roland and Ansel, they were like siamese twins and then one of them died at birth and now this guy just has a ghost twin idk it was stupid

Finally we’re at the point that my phone started recognizing faces in my sketchbook. I had this one age 17, i might have started it like right before I turned 17?

Lucy & Wolfgang

Vonn and Elliot on the right side of the page

Pidgenfingersa

Roland & Ansel

Dont Starve fanart on the right

Elliot on the right

Lucy on the bottom left

Vonn & Elliot on this page too

Lucy & Wolfgang, this is dumb but w/e

Von, Elliot, and another OC, Eryl. The lady with horns never got a name

Random Sketches

Lucy

Wolfgang

I got this sketchbook a few months after id turned 18 if i remember correctly 

Lucy, but decapitated

Lucy

Lucy again

Lucy yet again

Lucy!!!!!!!!!!

Wolfgang

(and Lucy)

I got this sketchbok as a gift from my wonderful boyfriend @the-lost-professor​ early january of this year, so technically when I was 18, I’m now 19

Eryl on bottom right

Stuff I did for mermay

some random sketches

My current sketchbok ft. Tsu This one was also a gift from my boyfriend ♥ I got it late June of this year

Wolfgang

Lucy

Wolfgang

Lucy

Wolfgang and Leah, and OC that i made a long ass time go and I dont have the original picture but I redrew her

Wolfgangs and Lucys

Eryl on the left

The last thing I did for mermay, which I technically finished after may ended

Lucy

and the most recent page! With Lucy and Wolfgang on the right

uhhhhhhhhh

im really fucking hungry now and im gonna go eat bye

[tumblunni]

Umm im sorry i worried everyone!

Long story shory i managed to get past the suicidal moment and managed to talk to a staff member about it, albiet through the indirect awkwardness of sticky notes on the front of my door. Well, it worked! Even if it was quite a while of frantically scribbling and trying to go downstairs and hand it to someone and then giving up and ripping it upnand then trying again. Im almost out of notebook paper now!

So umm i talked to a nice lady who's YET ANOTHER new rotating staff member i never met before. But she said that maybe she can be assigned to me as my main nurse so at least im always talking to the same person each time when we're talking about the whole ptsd and anxiety thats the whole reason im here. And OH GOD THANK YOU she gave me validation that the Constantly Looking Through Your Door Every Hour So You Never Get Any Privacy was a REAL BAD IDEA in a goddamn psych ward! Apparantky its a stupid rule forced upom them by changing NHS standards since stupid brexit and our revolving door of new politicians cutting corners everywhere. It makes sense cos really its a very bigoted/stereotypical view of mental health people faaaaar away from a distance with no consideration to what they actually need to get better. "Oh check on the crazies to make sure they aint dangerous or killed themself when you arent looking", conpletely ignoring how such 24/7 surveillance could cause more suicides than it catches! And seriously let me reiterate how it did NOTHING to catch me when i wanted to kill myself the two times its happened already, its not like there's big visual signs, sometimes its just me sitting in the corner staring straight ahead and thinking things i feel unable to tell the staff members cos i cabt trust them cos of this bullshit. And if i really wanted to do it it would be so easy to just wait in between the checks! Its so dumb! And its so easy to just turn to face the door and say 'yes i'm here' every time they check and they just leave cos thats literally all they do?? Im able to do that in the middle of a damn breakdown! They dont even know if im okay or not, just that i didnt leave the room. And nobody noticed i had a big ol cut on my arm for three days!

So uhh yeah anyway the lady was mega nice and said they actually did anticipate that this rule would start off my paranoia and make me worse as soon as they first read my symptom list. And they said they were able to give me a guarantee of two hours unsupervised to just finally sit down alone and think and cry and get this combined weight of 8 days stress all out. And im allowed to go sit in the corner of the room where they cant see me and put the wardrobe in the way just in case i dont believe them.

So ive been sitting here in my little fort for a while and finally being able to hug my plush toys and just close my eyes and think through all of this shit. And like just.. Just this lady's kindness and knowing that im not being irrational for worrying and that i might have one person i can indeed talk to. It just helped a lot. I had a big stupid think and i think i'm..well im not okay but im not at risk of hurting myself anymore. I feel more optimistic that i'll be able tp endure all this if i know i can sometimes have a moment to just be allowed to be sad about it. And just not be seen. For the first ten minutes i was just all scrunched up repeating 'nobody can see me, nobody's allowed to see me' until i really believed it. Man im so fragile, just living in A House With Several People has already broken me down to that point! I feel proud i was able to build up a bit of a foundation again just by talking to myself and hugging a giant pokemon tho! And dear god all your messages really helped, thank you everyone! I feel a little bad that i wasnt able to draw anything good and post it for the one drawing request, but then i realized if its just to make me feel better im allowed to draw badly. Like how i was scrawling absolute nonsense on my arm with a pen two days ago, just so i wouldnt cut myself. It worked! It looked expectedly like what rabid depression scribbles look like, but it worked! So i probably wont show anyone my bad doodles but thank you for suggesting i do it! And the idea from someone else of just imagining some story prompts for those ocs i thought up shortly before i moved here. That cheered me up just to know people are still interested in that idea! I hope i can feel better enough soon to actually start drawing proper good stuff again so i can give them fittingly adorable designs! But just thinking up ideas in my head for lil offscreen mini stories helps me develop them even when i dont feel up to actually writing or drawing. And then there's the other people who just sent me hopes and prayers and messages of friendship and nice pictures! Oh god you guys are my actual lifeblood! One of the things i thought about while i was just chilling out was how i met all of my friends throughout my life and how they shaped who i became and how im like.. Just a big person shape made of links of friends, and all the ways i want to make them proud, and all the ways they saw worth in me even when i couldnt see it myself. And even thoigh many of them have left me they all helped lead me through so many spiralling paths to meet the others and to accomplish other things and to get to where i am today!

And just generally.. Uhh.. Love you guys a lot, okay.just wanted to let you know that im doing better, in case my mobile credit runs out. I love you so fucking much.