#i cant tell if i want them to be completely one half with their organs visible from the side

[heyimanowl]

WOAH MAMA!

[celaenaeiln]

bruh every single time u mention about bruce and dick it has me going “man id be worried abt them if they were real cause thats so unhealthy like they fight each other but they cant stand to be separated damn but good thing this all r fiction lmao”

I burst out laughing when I read this cause it's true!

Forever Evil Issue #5

The world is literally half gone. Things are so bad that villains have banded together to fight evil and Bruce is here saying that the world can die if it means saving Dick.

Not a single care if the world is blown up or millions lose their lives if it means keeping Dick alive.

But right after this,

Nightwing (2011) Issue #30

He punches fights Dick while telling him he loves him!!

What do you do with with this man?!

"I trained you to live, and I watched you die!"

Bruce, don't you think the person who actually died has more truama than you watching them?!

But, no, of course not because this is Bruce.

Nightwing (2011) Issue #30

Spyral is an organization that even Bruce didn't know about. Something even more mysterious than the Court of Owls.

Nightwing (2011) Issue #30

He's literally beating Dick while simultaneously telling him how he's the best in the world.

But here's the kicker - Bruce is furious that Dick was taken away from him, hence the beating.

All this fighting, he's mad that Dick lost his life. How dare he lose something that's in Bruce's control.

And that's where the problem comes. Bruce wants 100% control over Dick. Over his actions, over his life, over his death. The level of control he wants over Dick - insane.

They are so emotionally attached and that's unhealthy but it's also really addicting to watch! Because Bruce just wants complete control over Dick while Dick wants to be on his own, independently but Bruce refuses to let Dick have that and they both know it which is why they devolve into arguments.

Right after Dick recovered from have his life brutally controlled by the Joker, literally right after, Bruce goes full throttle on manipulating Dick to come back into his side.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #75

All Dick wants is a small break so he can collect himself. He hasn't even changed out of his costume yet because the Joker mind controlled him with a memory crystal that rewrote his entire memory as if the Joker was the one who saved Dick after his parents died. That's insane.

But Bruce immediately does this-

Nightwing (2016) Issue #75

HE MANIPULATED DICK TO GET HIM BACK. But when that doesn't work, when Dick still wants a break from Nightwing, Bruce pulls out his final card - his ace.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #75

He guilt trips him with Alfred's death, with Dick's other father's death to tell him that his dead dad wouldn't want Dick to live this way.

And that is how Dick becomes Nightwing again.

I used to think that Bruce used to hurt Dick emotionally by pretending to abstain from loving him but the problem really is that Bruce loves Dick too much to let him go. He cripples Dick's freedom because he wants Dick to always stay with him rather than letting him go and be free. And that's equally toxic on the other extreme of the spectrum.

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Heyho! Your blog is an amazing resource!

I have an ide that i am not sure will work and i am loking for ways to make it more organic.

My main character is trying to force himself to fulfill a role as a military leader within his society that makes him miserabel for the sake of protecting his family. I start the story in medias res and it moves him out of his usual enviroment into one where he doesn't need to fill his role because there is no comunication between him and back home, Most of the people from his army are not there with him except for two of his close friends so he can't realy properly fill it either.

Him trying to act as much within his role as a way to try to reasure himself that he is doing everything he can for his family (he is not thinking rationaly) and both stopping himself from getting used to something, that in his mind, can't last. The role he is trying to assume is not analogous with him at all. But since i write close third person pov and he is denying it, i cant show it clearly. I want to clue the reader in by only showing him struggling with maintaining his fake persona after it half fals apart and not a lot of him sucessfuly pretending so the reader sees that he is full of it and it doesn't come across like him suddenly changing character when he starts to let go. I worry it will not work out because the relative lack of exposition with him in the role proper and a lot of him being a disaster. I worry i will make him look incompetent. I worry there are a thousand other pitfals i don't even see. Do you have any idea how to make this character arck better structured.

There are a few different ways that you can approach this sort of thing, and it's going to depend on what kind of story you're telling and what kind of character you want this guy to be, so I'm going to show you how I would work through this character arc, giving a few lines of thought.

My main character is trying to force himself to fulfill a role as a military leader within his society that makes him miserabel for the sake of protecting his family.

Question 1: why is he trying to force himself into this role in particular, esp. when it effects him so badly?

Potential answers:

He sees this role as a position of power which he feels he must maintain to ensure his family's safety, using systemic influence as a barrier between his family and whatever danger he percieves as threatening them. He does not believe in the correctness, or function of his role, or the system he's a part of, but must pretend to conform in order to maintain his position

He's a true believer, he really believes that this role is vital and important, and that he needs to be able to fulfill it, or at least that if he were a real or proper (man, citizen, soldier, etc) then he OUGHT to be able to fulfill it. He probably sees his own struggle and failures as a personal flaw or weakness compared to what he believes he SHOULD be

He's been 'going along with' his position for his whole career, and due to circumstances or politicking has ended up in a position way above his ability level, and is stuck, if he shows that he can't handle the position it will cause danger and instability to himself and his family

He is a believer in the system and has worked to gain his position, but personal issues (poor health, mental health, outside circumstances, etc) have rendered him unable to fulfill the role that he had previously wanted. He still can't retire or give it up because he feels holding that position is key to protecting his family from the threat he percieves

There are probably many more options that you could go through for his particular position, but notice that in each of these, he must maintain the illusion of being completely competent and in control, even though he is internally suffering due to his position.

I start the story in medias res and it moves him out of his usual enviroment into one where he doesn't need to fill his role because there is no comunication between him and back home, Most of the people from his army are not there with him except for two of his close friends so he can't realy properly fill it either.

Question 2: Why doesn't he stop trying to fulfill his role when he is taken out of the environment in which it is required?

Potential answers (multiple of these may be true in varying degrees at once):

He has developed a habit of fulfilling this role which is difficult to break out of because he has been doing it consistently and constantly over many years, these actions have become reflexive for him

He really believes that what he does is good and necessary, and is determined to keep doing it no matter how much it hurts him personally, or how futile the effort may seem

He has developed a habit of fulfilling this role, and outside of it just does not know what to do anymore. Rather than being reflexive, as in answer #1, he uses the role to cover that he doesn't know what else to do in a given situation, the role has become a script he can follow

He does not know that he is 'out of the system' and may fear that this is a trick or test, and that if he fails at performing his role adequately, he or his family will be punished

And so on. The important thing here, is that fulfilling the role serves a purpose for him outside of the role itself.

Also, many times, when someone has been doing a thing for a long time, no matter how much they dislike it, they may automatically return to that action. Think, for instance, about people slipping back into 'customer service mode' or 'teacher voice' when they aren't at work.

Him trying to act as much within his role as a way to try to reasure himself that he is doing everything he can for his family (he is not thinking rationaly) and both stopping himself from getting used to something, that in his mind, can't last.

I would suggest that if you think about this situation from his perspective, he may be acting entirely rationally.

Does he know for sure that letting the role drop won't have negative consequences?

Does he believe that the role itself is pointless?

Does he know that the people who are with him definitely won't betray him if he lets the role drop?

Can he be sure that if he does let it drop in this situation, word will never get back to his superiors that this 'failure' has occurred?

If he doesn't have certainty about these points, then from his point of view, continuing to attempt to fulfill that role may seem like the most rational, sensible option.

I want to clue the reader in by only showing him struggling with maintaining his fake persona after it half fals apart and not a lot of him sucessfuly pretending so the reader sees that he is full of it and it doesn't come across like him suddenly changing character when he starts to let go. I worry it will not work out because the relative lack of exposition with him in the role proper and a lot of him being a disaster. I worry i will make him look incompetent.

As the story is in close third person perspective, I think that a good tool in your workshed here is going to be the expectations that the other characters have of this guy and his skills and competence.

If someone who knows him well expects him to be able to handle whatever the current situation is with ease, but instead he gets mad, or is avoidant, or decides that actually something else is more important to be concerned with, then you can use the character's reaction to his actions to shape the understanding of him.

Character 1: We should ask That Guy what to do about The Event, because he's got experience and he's always seemed like a sensible person who can deal with Problems That Guy: There's an Event? Well have you filled out the paperwork correctly? Do you think that we can just do things the wrong way just because we're in the middle of nowhere? If you don't do the paperwork, then no wonder Problem is happening! I have to go and polish my uniform buttons now, because the regulation handbook says uniform must be neat and tidy at all times. Character 1: Wow, he was very sweaty and flustered and that didn't seem like something he would say at all. Now I'm panicking because The Event is happening, and it seems like he's not even interested in helping with Problem.

The other characters probably won't know what exactly his problem is, but they don't need to. You could have them speculate that he's acting strangely because he just loves his role so much and is unable to function without it, for example.

As well, I don't think that him 'changing character suddenly' is a problem in this case, in fact, I think that that is probably exactly what is happening: he is going from playing the role that he has had to fulfill, to having to be 'the real him' without any safety nets or assistance.

It sounds to me like a sort of breakdown, where all of the things he's relied on in the past are no longer functional options. That's upsetting for anyone, even when the structure you've been relying on is dysfunctional or harmful--'better the evil you know than the one you don't' and so on.

It might be helpful for you to read about military or quasi-military individuals in extreme situations, so that you can see some of the ways that these roles can be used helpfully, or clung to harmfully.

Military discipline is intended to be a way of training large groups of people to act in certain ways when given certain instructions, even when they're in immediate danger. This often involves very particular and arbitrary rules, which are treated with a large degree of weight when it comes to discipline.

Let's use uniform rules as an example:

A uniform creates a uniformity among members of each rank, as well as creating differentiation between ranks. It limits expressions of individuality, and creates an appearance of group cohesion.

Uniform rules may include things like the proper styling and grooming of hair and facial hair, the correct wearing of shirts, jackets, ties, etc. The correct method of shoe polishing. Clenliness, neatness, and keeping things in good repair.

Some of these are going to be functional: it's no use going into the field with a pair of trousers that are about to tear through at the seams.

Some of these are going to be non-funtional, but useful in creating order: Everyone wears their hat tilted to the same side, someone who does it differently may be trying to start conflict with superiors, may be struggling with the requirements of the rank, or may not have been properly instructed.

In an emergency situation, a good and competent officer should be able to tell the difference between these two things, and to adjust enforcement accordingly.

A leader of a polar exploration mission who is fixated on making sure that crewmembers have all polished their shoes correctly, but isn't concerned that the cold-weather gear is inadequate and leading to men getting frostbite or freezing to death, is not adjusted properly to the situation that they are in.

On the other hand: A leader of a polar expedition who notices that discontentment is leading to conflict among the crew may assign busywork to certain individuals who seem to be causing trouble, to keep them from having time to do so. The fellow can't keep picking fights if he's too busy and exhausted from having to clean and mend gear all day.

Of course, this is all going to be relative to your characters' particular situations, but if you think about how your character may attempt to utilise proceedures that he thinks of as methods of creating order, but applies them improperly to the situation at hand, then you can find ways to show that he knows what he's doing, and in another situation may be competent, but is unsuited to the current situation.

Things to keep in mind:

Learned and repeated behaviour vs 'true' feelings, intents, or wishes

Investment in his role and in the system vs desire to do otherwise

Outside threats or pressures vs inside stresses

Other characters expectations and assumptions based on past experience vs behaviours occurring in new context

I think you're probably on the right track with this character and I think it will be helpful for you to work on developing a sense of the relationships between this guy and the characters he is isolated with, so that their expectations and assumptions of him can stand in for exposition of him being 'successful' in his role.

I hope this helps!

Mason

(if I missed anything, or there's a need for clarification, please feel free to ask again!)

[jbt7493]

if your stance as a maker of a "vetted fundraiser list" is that its such an important crisis that you need to lie to people to make them more likely to donate, but you dont actually vet the fundraisers, there are a few options

there is of course the obvious "you are one of the scammers". Which. It is very strongly incentivized for a scammer to try and make it onto the group of people organizing this list.

theres being too lazy to bother, in which case you're a fucking self righteous hypocrite and are willfully helping funnel money away from palestinians and into the pockets of scammers because this extremely important thing isnt important enough for you to care about actually helping

you just believe that there arent scammers with no evidence or that the scammers are somehow actually just as in need of money as refugees of a genocide, in which case you are a fucking idiot, sorry. no way around saying that one.

or perhaps you believe acknowledging scammers exist would reduce would-be-donators confidence enough that not only donations to scammers would drop (good!) but also donations to palestinians- but as a reminder, all these donations to gofundmes that might be real could be going to charities that are completely guaranteed to be legitimate. and i dont know how to tell you this, but willfully lying *makes you untrustworthy*. if you actually did some work you could make an *actually* vetted list of fundraisers, where all the donations would go to real palestinians instead of some, and knowing that you arent perfectly fine with half of your list being scammers would really inspire more confidence in me not less.

also, as a reminder- nothing wrong with people wanting to get their families out of palestine, i cant blame them, but the conditions, number of slots available, and the fees are all ridiculous and being used to extort palestinians. not all palestinian families can cross the border. the ones left inside matter too- and you could be paying for food and water to be given to them, something which would benefit a larger number of palestinians, benefits from economies of scale (ie if they receive a hundred donations of 100 dollars each, they can buy more food per hundred dollars than you can), and doesnt incentivise officials to jack the price of border crossing up to extort even more. and unlike these gofundmes, the UNRWA is actually trustworthy and has publicly available information on whats being done with the money

[moodindigov]

hey guys nerd moment about the title of the fic (this is long im sorry)

mood indigo was actually a jazz song released in the 1930’s by duke ellington, barney bigard with lyrics by irving mills, except bigard said that its real credit is derived from his clarinet teacher, Lorenzo Tio’s, melodies. so that clarinet part like biagrd’s solo? yea that was Lorenzo tio’s melodies that weren’t full developed and when bigard did finish them and show them so ellington, he liked it and it was included. and like its almost impossible to tell where ellington’s collaborators part begin bcs apparently he’s js that good at blending that stuff idk (dont take that last part as a fact thats purely from what i remember.) anyways, mood indigo is about a little boy and little girl who are eight. girl loves boy and while they never acknowledge the feelings, the girl waits at her window bcs the boy visits her. and the song basically describes the feeling the girl had when the boy didnt visit her. so you may be asking, duct why would u choose something like that as a title for a book about the slump in london 1930s and about criminal organizations? well, dear anon, here u r:

1. literal (?) meaning; im gonna be so honest with you i purely got this idea from brendan and neksa / jess and morgan. i couldnt stop thinking about that wonderful art i found of brendan and neksa it was of neksa as a raven or crow i dont rmb but point is that its gorgeous and stunning i love it. the idea that brendan denies his feelings of love for her purely because he half doesn’t want to acknowledge that he’s become so attached to a person in such an intimate way and half because he just cant risk his father (or anyone) finding out that he’s gone and practically betrayed his dad’s whole like symbolism in tje trading world (remember they don’t like the library. yk how contradicting it would be to have one of the biggest illegal book trader’s son dating someone from the library, especially someone who works in like the same facility as the archivist? yea its damnable like no ones gonna trust ca. brightwells or his business anymore.) anyways the literal meaning: girl is sad bcs boy didn’t visit/come back to her. brendan literally left neksa (the woman he was oh so deeply in love with) because he didn’t want to hurt her and played it off as the fact that he didn’t love her. and when jess comes back as brendan (lmaoo) i feel like you can imagine the smallest sliver of hope she had that they can be something again but its practically disappeared next to the pure anger and grief in her heart. and when neksa dies, brendan can’t visit her anymore. its literally not possible. (until he died then maybe they could be happy tgt). this is so many words words words guys i promise im not actually this much of a nerd on a daily basis this is just interesting to me. anyways, once again, girl is sad bcs boy didn’t visit her one day. umm we can go back and look into jess’ past: boy is eternally sad bcs his brother died. aka: boy is sad bcs his brother can’t visit him. like ever. sad sad sad moments💔💔

2. this is like an actual stretch but um i consider it okay so basically girl being sad is jess boy who didnt visit (or wont anymore) is a semblance of love or sanctuary. throughout the series its obvious that jess just doesn’t trust his family. im pretty sure he even says it like he does not trust them. but hey, maybe he did once. maybe he did when he was a little boy who had an older brother who he could rely on—one that taught him how to walk and that taught him the basics. someone who he could go to for advice and who could help him keep his head above water. now we don’t have a characterization, but i’m going off of @thegreatlibraryfangirl’s advice and kinda semi-making my own..so um sorry if u dont like that guys..but anyways i feel like the moment jess starts to really rely and trust the other’s is the moment that melancholy feeling, that mood indigo, goes away. it doesnt go away completely, theres always gonna be a solid chunk never satisfied but thats okay because he has people he can trust with his life that will help him get through it. not only this but the bond that jess and dario (will) share in this au represents that. they’re both young—maybe 13 max but they both lack one thing that only they can give esch other; sanctuary.

[jellysshitpoems]

Does your interest in nuclear energy cover waste disposal and messaging? Nuclear semiotics was likely what got me into learning about nuclear energy. It’s such an interesting challenge to work with- the time scale is hard for me to wrap my head around sometimes, but it’s nice to think that we’re kind enough to care about people who will live thousands of years from now who might be exposed to the waste.

Anon you either have impeccable timing or you’re a witch. I was just at a NWMO event a couple weeks ago!!

Think I’ve said this before but the NWMO is the nuclear waste management organization for Canada, and they’re currently working on a long term storage plan for all of Canadas nuclear waste! It was another event they held through the MNO, the Metis nation of Ontario. They explained their plans for a long term storage facility, their location ideas, and all the science and logistics behind it! It was so so interesting and so much fun! It was a smaller event, about sixteen people maybe, this is because the event included a tour of the reactor at McMaster (best day of my life) and they do tours in groups of ten for y’know safety and things

I wouldn’t say my interest doesn’t involve things like this, but it’s definitely not something I had looked much into previous. Ive seen a few videos about temp storage and read some articles and what not, but other then that its not something Im particularly interested in. I don’t know if Ive actually explained this before (Im sure I have) but my specific special interest is focused on Chernobyl and nuclear disasters, everything else is already an off shoot of that, so the further from that and the more ‘niche’ it gets the more I sort of loose interest

Anyways Im getting off topic- it’s not very interesting to me, but I certainly know a lot about it now Id say! I got to spend about an hour talking to one of our event coordinators just him, me, and my mom. The conversation differed a lot, it was a lot about the politics surrounding nuclear (which boy oh boy, can I YAP about.), but I definitely took the opportunity to discuss what he had been telling us about. The amount of thought put into the long term storage facility is astounding. They reached out to communities all along the Canadian shield, and only considered building in places that had said they’d be okay with them being there. It’s currently narrowed down to just two areas, one in northern Ontario which has already voted yes on the fully fleshed out plan, and the Bruce area, which has yet to vote but is the preferred area due to the proximity to Bruce nuclear. They want to build in these areas because of the rock layers, I cant remember exact numbers, but they want to dig down well past where surface water reaches, where the rock is so thick and dense that even if water did somehow reach down there, erode away the actual containers (which the science behind is also amazing), and make it back up to the surface, it’d take so long the like 100 thousand year half life would already be well past done. The plan is so detailed and the regulations they intend to follow are so strict, we will never see its completion. They have plans for this 100 years down the line. Its crazy.

There’s the ten years they’ve spent doing all this education and planning out the facility, the next ten years they’ll spend getting the proper permits, all the construction time, then getting more permits… then finally moving all the waste there… then sealing it… then monitoring it… the voting on wether or not to shut it down or continue to monitor it.. but that vote is so far in the future we’ll be long dead by that point.

I think Ive gone on too long unfortunately 😅 but theres my little summary. Have I mentioned that they’re taking a separate vote for the local indigenous communities in the possible build areas? And that they’ll stop considering that area if they vote no?? And have I mentioned all the programs they’ve done educating Métis and Native American people on how it all works so we’re reassured it wont affect traditional practices or the environment??? And that they’re already testing areas for radiation just for our peace of mind???? And they’re going to test a FIFTY KILOMETER diameter around the site to make sure the radiation hasn’t contaminated anything?????? FIFTY KILOMETRES???????

Okay now Ive DEFINITELY gone on too long, but it’s been so so nice seeing a company actually concerned for and dedicated to preserving cultural practices of indigenous people in Canada. The amount of people Ive seen go to these events expecting to fight with the NWMO people but leave with their minds changed about nuclear as a whole is astonishing, just goes to show how much harm misinformation causes, and how a company putting in the effort really helps

[3rensgf]

stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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[forevercaroline]

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This is the first part of the chapter. It is long and packed chapter that it had to be split up. The first part everyone ie: friends and family coming in for the birthday and the second part is the birthday.

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Conrad is asleep when he is awoken suddenly by a bloodcurdling scream he grabs his boxers and follows the sound of the scream. In the center of the sparkling white over million dollar closet is Caroline collapsed on the floor. Her whole body shaking, her heart beating very fast and her breathing very shallow. He falls to his knees right in front of her. It pains him to see her like this.

"What's wrong?"

She holds out a shaky finger pointing to her phone a few feet away she dropped it when she saw what was on it. "Caroline look at me. Take a deep breath."

"I…cant… my throat is too tight."

"It's going to be ok just look at me." When she does look at him like usual she gets lost in those green eyes of his. He locks eyes with her too and they begin to breathe together. Their fingers finding each other and entwining.

When Caroline's breathing has returned to normal she slumps into Conrad's arms. He bends down and leaves a sweet kiss on her forehead."What is going on?"

"I can't tell you."

He wants to know what is bothering her so much that she is having panic attacks, breaks downs in her closet, screaming in the morning, and making her tremble so much. "I'm not going anywhere, you can tell me."

Caroline has her back against him leaning into his bare chest while his arms are around her and their fingers are playing with each other. "I literally can not tell you, without having full body panic attacks. I can't even bring myself to say her name."

He tightens his arms around her and leaves a kiss on the top of her head, when she is ready he will listen. They have gotten to know each other more this past month and a half then most people ever get to know them.

They are still sitting on the floor when Caroline asks. "How did you know how to do that?"

"That last summer with my mom I had a panic attack while helping this guy named Cleveland and he taught me all these breathing techniques."

She turns her head to the side and kisses one of his arms around her. They are silent for a while just breathing and listening to each other breathe when out of nowhere she says. "Have you ever been to Spain?"

Conrad blinks that was completely out of left field although that's one of things that he likes about her she is unpredictable. "No, I've never been."

She looks at their hands her fingers are tracing the lines on his palm and his fingers are trying to touch hers. "You trust me and I trust you, we should run away to Spain, I have a friend there it's beautiful or Greece swim in the star pool what about the Maldives sleep outside above the ocean."

His fingers close over hers. "That sounds lovely but I have sailing lessons the season ends tomorrow." Caroline snuggles into his embrace she loves that not only was he here this morning but he helped her and stayed with her after. If she were with anybody else they wouldn't of even got out of bed.

"I'm sorry I woke you up."

"It's ok, are you feeling better?"

She nods.

The rest of part 1: friends and family come for the next part. More sweet moments with Caroline and Conrad.

[esoraluco]

in the meantime more spamblue info! yaayyyyy

• blue doesn't eat most of the time, outside of addison food-money; but he likes ice cream. He loves to share it with spamt as you can guess 💖 Blue's fav flavor is vanilla strawberry and spamt's... Probably something with different textures like sprinkles, since he eats to enjoy textures and taste. they probably both like ice creams with lots of chemicals too, if anything i think they would be weirded out by organic/natural stuff

• spamt actually wants to have a kid but realistically i dont think my ver of them could take care of one- esp blue who is super opposed to the idea bc he can barely manage to take care of himself. 💔💔 but who knows... maybe one day they could?

• i might already talked about it but spamt cant watch 80s-90s movies without getting upset, so instead he and blue watch 70s and older movies. They make fun of them only half of the time. they watch almost anything except horror and uncomfortably tense or strange movies, for reasons im sure you can guess for spamt; blue doesnt enjoy them either

• if you tell spamt 'WHO WAS PHONE' he explodes. tragic but true

• Blue isnt into drugs nor alcohol but i could see him vaping, to look cool exclusively. He'd like rly light flavors of vanilla and menthol (in the latter in aus where he has access to organic stuff)

• they both have issues knowing what day it is unless they have work in which case they probably do 'sales' for each day ('it's flat people friday! Now get your flat shoes with a completely flat 5% price reduction!!' (blue) 'IT'S *checks time on his phone**it's a rotary phone it doesn't tell time* [!?!#]!!! BUY IT NOW OR [Die]. CRIMINAL PRICE OF 37354;6 KROMER' (i'll let you guess who this is)'

[lrissa]

SPOILERS FOR NON MANGA READERS

trouble

summary: you never feared of levi getting hurt, until he did

warning: descriptions of violence, gore, angst

Cold, wet rain soaked through your jacket. The never ending crying from the sky leaving it’s wrath on the grassy ground below. Riding alongside Hange but with Floch’s crew you were out looking for Levi and that monkey bastard. Clinks from the horse’s hooves against the stone engraved bridge filled the silence.

Raising a hand you wiped the fresh drops of rain off your cheek and scanned the surroundings. It was odd of Levi to not return, assuming the worst you swallowed the pit in your stomach and pursued forwards.

From a distance, an echo from a bomb crossed your ears. Your head whipped to the explosion with widened eyes, although, you couldn’t see any damage from your position.

“What was that...?” Floch asks

“Maybe lighting?” Responds a cadet

Taking the reigns of your horse you turned to the sound, “That was a thunder spear.” You corrected and gazed at Hange, you could tell she was thinking of a possible explanation.

“If we head to the sound we can find something.” A cadet proposed, its horse walking beside yours and Hange’s. Hange tore their gaze from the explosion and looked between the two of you before nodding their head in agreement.

You were quick to respond and smacked the reigns, the horse beginning it’s gallop to the sound.

Before long Hange rode up beside your horse in sync, pulling their hood down a bit before sparing you a look. “Y/N, there is a possibility it could be Levi—“

Shaking your head you cut them off, “I know, I know... That’s why we need to get there.” You replied in a hushed tone, lowering your head away from them. Your care and concern for Levi never went unnoticed by Hange.

“Of course, we’ll get there.” They nodded and gave you a small grin, you returned the gesture with a tiny smile.

Not before long, the group of cadets came across a cart and two mutilated horses. The horses appeared to have suffered a sad fate. Wood planks and sharp stakes were sunk into their skin with blood and dirt coating their fur. Surrounding the site were other pieces of the broken cart and parts of legs and arms littered with pools of blood.

“Wh— What... happened here!?” Floch asked aloud

Ahead there was a titan laying on its stomach, steam oozing from its body into the air. You gripped the reigns and pulled back, halting the horse from advancing.

“Be careful! Titan ahead!”

“There’s body parts everywhere!”

That made your blood run cold, where was Levi? Was he okay? Was that his leg?

“Commander Hange! L/N! You need to stay still!” Ordered a cadet

Eyes surveying the land by the river you came across a green coat with the survey corps emblem, orders went to the wind and you smacked the reigns. Galloping over before jumping off, nearly slipping from the wet grass. “Man Down!”

You slid to your knees beside the body, bringing it to your lap for support. Gently, you placed a hand behind its head and tilted it forwards. The haircut was strikingly familiar to Levi’s, fear clutched your chest as you shakily revealed the identity.

“...Levi..?”

He had small pieces of wood stuck in his cheeks and temple. Blood and soot stained his face and streamed down his pale face. There was an obvious cut reaching from his forehead to his chin, dirt was deep into the wound, likely to be infected soon. He was in such horrible condition, your fingers shook as they rubbed across his rain-soaked cheek to collect filth.

Your other hand went to find a pulse, biting down onto your lip to stop the cry trembling on your lips. Thankfully, there was a faint pulse.

Tenderly you brought him to your chest, clutching onto him with shaky arms. Grief and relief flourished inside your chest, strangling your heart causing a constant sinking feeling.

“Levi... don’t leave me yet.” You muttered into his hair, placing a soft kiss on top of his head. Tears stung behind your eyes, desperately wanting to fall.

Soon the rest came from behind, Hange crouched down beside you and set a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it to calm you down.

“I don’t know what happened here, but... we got lucky. Our biggest threat covered in his own blood.”

Your eyes tightly shut and tightened your hold on the faint man clutched to your chest.

“I’ll send a shot through his head.” A cadet spoke, hoisting a shotgun up and cocking it.

Hange clenched their jaw and shook their head, “He’s Dead.”

“I saw something similar in a training accident. His organs are in even worse shape than how he looks. He died immediately.”

Floch stared down at the three, shifting the gun in his grip as if it was a warning.

“I know how to take a pulse. Let me see him.” He commanded

You held onto Levi tighter, no movement from your end. Floch sighed and began to walk forwards to rip him away from you.

“Floch! Somethings strange about that titan!” A cadet yelled

You looked up and at the titan, steam was being sucked into it at an alarming speed. The sky above seemed to clear as it continued to steal the steam from the air.

“Is it disappearing?! Did it die?” Floch wondered aloud

“No...” Whispered Hange “They don’t normally suck steam into themselves when they disappear.”

A laying figure began to stand, its skin was pale and almost perfect. There were no scars, cuts, or blemishes anywhere to be seen.

You saw the hint of blonde hair and let out a soft gasp, of course Zeke is alive, and completely naked.

Your eyes widened in fear and Hange looked back at you, tilting her head to the river. You nodded subtly and tightened your grip on Levi.

Hange jumped in and you shortly after with Levi. Cold water met your skin like a hard painful slap to the face. You heard loud shouts from afar but they were distant now. Floating to the surface you let out a deep breath, gasping for air and instantly looking to Levi.

A hand grabbed your arm and you gasped, head snapping to the owner.

“Hange..” You choked out, water still lingering in your lungs. They gave you a weak grin and helped you heave Levi out before grabbing your hand and lifting you from the water.

“Come on, they’re close. Find something to cover his face.” You nodded and looped your arms under Levi’s arms. Using your strength to hoist him up and into the forest, for being short he was considerably heavy.

Setting him on the ground gently your eyes glazed over his face. You felt tears re-emerge, ignoring them you took out the wood pieces stuck in his face. Planting a hand to his cheek you rubbed your thumb softly, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“I know you’re there, Levi.” Leaning down you planted a tender kiss to his forehead, slowly pulling away and undoing the coat around his neck. Instead wrapping it around his head and tying a knot to secure it.

You heard a gunshot and shot up, stumbling to the edge of the forest were Hange was. They held a rifle, lining it up at the advancing person and shooting. Hange lowered the gun and wiped something from their cheek.

“Hange,” You walked to them and planted a hand on their shoulder, giving it a squeeze of reassurance to lighten their mood. “Levi will be fine, he’s not one to die so easily.” You spoke softly, attempting to calm them and yourself.

Hange nodded, “And surely not by the monkey.”

Walking back to Levi you stood on either side of him. “Levi.. There’s no one pursuing us now.” Hange sighed.

The two of you trudge, carrying Levi between the two of you until you found an abandoned camp. Levi was laying on a white sheet as Hange worked on disinfecting and stitching the deep wound across his face. You sat on the other end of the bed, your knees brought close to your chest for comfort.

Hange was speaking but you reached out and looked under the thin sheet to find Levi’s hand, grabbing it with gentleness and holding it.

Hours passed and you were still sat beside Levi, clutching his hand while Hange was ahead assembling a broken cart.

Then suddenly, you were sitting in sand. Your eyes shot open and around you was nothing but small sand hills and behind you a bright blue almost resembling a lighting strike that stretched to the sky and broke apart like veins.

And you were back to normal just as fast, blinking you hadn’t noticed the weight lifted from your hand and Hange yelling something.

“The beast.... that piece of shit.. where is he?”

“Levi!” You spoke loudly, he lightly cringed at your vocalness, whispering a soft apology before grabbing his shoulder and easing him back down onto the sheets. “Don’t get up.”

“Zeke left to the Shiganshina district with the Yeagerists, half a day has passed.... What happened?” Hange questions

“I screwed up. I wasn’t able to... figure out that he was ready to die.. I let him, get away again.” Levi explained before shutting his eyes and resting his head on the pillow, bringing his injured hand up that was missing his pointer and middle fingers.

“I know you want revenge, but for now...” You started

“If we keep running and hiding what will that get us?” Levi retorts

Hange and you remain silent as he sighs.

“Hange, I know you’re not able to stay out of the action” Levi comments as he peels his eyes open again.

“Yeah, that’s right. I cant.”

She gets up at that and returns to the cart, grabbing the hammer and nailing in a new screw.

It was silent between you and Levi, his eyes shifted to the sky then to you. Mindlessly noting the drowsiness glazing your eyes and circles under your eyes.

“Y/N, you worry about me too much.” Levi comments. Your head turns to him in surprise, “What do you mean?” Levi sighs “It doesn’t take an idiot to notice you haven’t slept.” “Oh.”

You look away from him, shaking your head. “I wanted to be there when you woke.”

Levi tore his gaze from you and let his eyelids close. You let out a breath of air and leaned over Levi, giving him a delicate kiss on his bandaged forehead before standing.

“Get some rest Levi.”

“Come back.”

You halted in your exit and began to retrace your steps back to him, towering above him as he looked up at you expectantly.

“Lay down.” He ordered and you stared back at him, hesitantly you lowered yourself to the ground and crouched there for a moment. You were testing his boundaries, unsure if he’d yell at you to scoot away from him.

He was beginning to become impatient, grabbing your wrist and tugging you closer to him. You were shoulder to shoulder with him, releasing your wrist he let his eyes shut once again. An intense feeling bloomed in your chest, blush creeping up to your features.

“It’s cold out here and four eyes didn’t give me very comfortable sheets.”

“I see, goodnight Levi.”

lol i haven’t wrote in forever i’m sorry this was bad

also new theme sort of

[oh-for-fic-sake]

What will daddy Henry do if his little is sad because someone took something valuable from her?

So i wanst sure what to base this on entirely, so I'm going to go with something I went through over the last few weeks. I had a little bit of anon hate, which I deleted but the words stuck with me making me second guess everything i was working on and the confidence i had in my writing was taken away. so this is like a shameful self indulgent fantasy that im going to read to myself when ever im down.

Warnings: Pretty Personal For Me, Angsty, Fluffy, Self Doubt, Happy Ending, DDLG, Long!!

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Henry watched quietly with a frown as you sat down in the living room, eyes cast down at the tablet in front of you shoulders slumped.

"poppet what's wrong love?"

"n-nothing da-addy" you said with a small stutter

Henry shifted on his feet looking at you critically before coming over to you.

"nothing? So your sitting here almost in tears over nothing" he stated sceptically rounding the sofa sitting next to you.

"I'm not cryin" you sniffled trying to bite your lower lip to stop it from wobbling.

"not yet, but close enough poppet, hand it over" he said holding out his hand waiting for the tablet.

You whined not wanting to hand it to him at first but after a mini battle of wills you placed the colourful tablet in his hand.

Your head was cast down and you rubbed your eyes trying to catch the tears before they were noticeable.

"okay then, so this is your new story?" he asked scrolling through the page not reading it all but scanning the words, it was well written like always.

At the beginning of the pandemic he suggested you started a blog, and you had. A writing blog all full of fanfictions of... Him.

He didn't mind he actually love you doing something constructive, it kept you happy and busy which helped him because there wasn't many free days even in lockdown. He was working out, reading scripts or rearranging covid tests and travel.

Plus knew these smut blogs existed, even lurked on a few.

"y-yeah" you mumbled leaning on him hugging his arm scanning the page as he scrolled, you knew he wasn't reading everything maybe every few lines

"sooo what's the problem?" he said not finding an issue with the writing.

"i... I cant post it" you muttered looking down avoiding his gaze

"why?" he asked frowning not liking the defeated tone you had.

"j-just because..."

"ah I see, you have lost your confidence" he said quickly figuring out the problem, the downside to writing was everything was personal preference so tiny comments could knock your confidence.

In a way it was like his work, you put your heart and soul into it and then people don't like it? It was always a bummer. But he was used to it, you were not.

You nodded to him it was true you'd lost your confidence, you hadn't wrote for a while.

You couldn't seem to find the words to fit together anymore.

You felt silly, they were just a few mean comments, words from a nasty troll who didn't have anything better to do but it hurt, you poured your heart into every chapter and then for people to rip it to shreds? It stung.

"y-yes I... They didn't like it" you hummed fiddling with your fingers, drawing deep breaths trying not to cry

"and so what?" he said shrugging making you snap your gaze to him.

"wha?"

"it doesn't matter love, so a few people didn't like it, lots of people do, I love your stories"

"you have to your my daddy"

Henry huffed and shook his head at you ruffling your hair pressing a kiss to your head amused that you thought that's the only reason he liked your writing.

"don't stop writing just because of a few mean people nugget, it takes a lot of skill to write and a lot of bravery to share it. Your a brave talented little baby and I'm very proud of you"

He said cooing as that seemed to be the final push sending you over the edge making you burst out into tears.

He hugged you moving the tablet out of the way before pulling you to his lap, unbuttoning his shirt half way and squished you into his bare chest knowing you needed to feel him, not a shirt.

"shh its okay babygirl, your stories are wonderful, and you have fun writing them don't you baby?"

You nodded crying harder trying to get the words out but you just couldn't instead whining incoherently into him.

"and you enjoy making the little banners? And collect all your photos and gifs?"

"y-yeah but they di-dn't like it last time!"

"they don't have to like everything you do sweety"

"but I don't wana upset them!"

"did you do the warnings?" he asked knowing all about the do's and don'ts of posting your erotica.

You nodded whining you always did warnings on stuff to be safe.

"and make the little cut thingy you were telling me about?" again you nodded at him

"so your telling me they read the warnings, clicked to see it and then were mean?" you sniffled biting your lip trying to calm down but nodded to him humming quietly.

"well then it sounds to me like they were going out of their way, looking for someone to pick on" he said slowly rocking you slightly.

You fell quiet resting your head on his chest as he rubbed your back and patted your bottom soothing you.

"but what if they wasn't? What if my stories are bad- and encourage bad stuff!" you cried tucking yourself into him tighter.

"no-no you repeat after me, fiction is fiction" he said pulling you back wiping your tears waiting for you to say it out loud.

"fic-tion is f-fiction" you repeated

"I did everything I could to warn people"

"I-I did everyth-ing I could to w-warn people" he smiled at you as you drew a huge breath calming yourself down.

"and they are jealous because I'm an adorable, smart, funny kind and caring babygirl who has the cutest little peach butt in the world~" he said smirking at you from above holding you tightly to him pressing a kiss to your head.

"and they- daddy! Noo! I can't say that~" you gasped flushing as you realised what he had said

"oh yes you can because its the truth now come here let daddy bite that peach~" he growled playfully snapping his jaws at you.

"ah-no!" you screeched giggleing as he began tickling you all over wrestling you playfully trying to lean over and bite your but through your shorts.

He landed two solid bite's on your bottom before pulling back. Even though he had cheered you up he could see you were still doubting yourself.

Henry cast a glance to the tablet and smirked forming a plan that might just get you back on track. He was not going to let anyone steal your sparkle.

"come on you you've spent enough time writing go play in the garden with Kal"

Once you left henry got to work swiping up the tablet and going on your one drive seeing the meticulously organized notebooks, recognising a few by name.

A few weeks later Henry came in to the living room with a medium size box and plopped it on the sofa next to you.

"here we go nugget!" he said placing the gift next to you, they couldn't have come quickly enough, he had noticed you hadn't been writing at all, which upset him because he knew how much you loved it.

"what's that daddy?" you asked peering over the box not expecting any gifts.

"why don't you open it and find out?" he said sitting the other side of the box handing you a pair of scissors to slice the tape.

You moved slowly cutting it open and pulled the box open then froze.

"d-daddy? What thats my..." you trailed off pulling out the hard back books your banner on the front cover.

"your stories? Yes poppet, I realised that you were putting so much work into these things but could loose them, they are soo good that daddy wanted to read them over and over and now we can!" he said pleased with himself as you sat there shocked looking at the small collection of a5 books.

"but their- i dont..." you said happy but completely shocked, flicking through the pages, there were even a few comments in the margins from henry pointing out the pits he liked making your heart swell with pride.

Henry moved to stand behind you pressing a kiss to your hair.

"They are brilliant! So good I'm so proud of every thing you have achieved and I want them on our book shelf, in the living room" he said making you tear up.

"Really? You... You think their that good?" you whined eyes blurring with tears as you hugged the first book to your chest.

"absolutely poppet now go on, you do the honours~" he said pressing your shoulder urging you to go to the cube bookshelf.

You tiptoed over to it and slowly pulled out each little custom book with your banner on the front.

You sat down placing each one delicately on the shelf the five books each lining up with one another half filling the empty cube shelf.

"oh no baby look? The shelf isn't full is it? You know what that means" he said standing looking

"I-I've gotta write?" you asked sniffling weeping softly but this time because you were happy.

"exactly! You need to fill the whole shelf, so you keep up the good work and tell daddy when you finish your next story and we can keep adding to it!" he said cheerfully walking over handing you the tablet.

You smiled to yourself and looked to the books, your books- actual real life books on a shelf!

You grinned throwing yourself at him latching onto him feeling your confidence come back just from seeing how much you had done.

Suddenly the hate didn't matter, your daddy like them enough to make them into real life books! And even annotated them himself?

And if your writing was good enough for your daddy then it was good enough for you.

"daddy, can I have my screen time now, I want to write!!" you said jumping up and down on the spot excited to start your next chapter.

Henry grinned nodding deciding you can have as much screen time today as you wanted as long as it meant you wasn't giving up your new hobby.

[kendrixtermina]

Appreciating the Range of Type 6, or, one stereotypical example, and three that aren’t.

I want to tell you about some type 6 ppl that I know in my personal life.

Exemplar #1: F. B.

Complete Stats

Wing: 5 p or cp: largely phobic – lots of safety worries, outright authoritarian follower personality Instinct: sp/soc Trifix: 613  - 6w5 1w2 3w2 (“The Taskmaster” or “The Middle Manager”) jungian: ISTJ / SLI-Te oldham: Conscientious & Aggressive Essence Type: Mars Temperament: Pure Choleric

What he’s like:

Not pleasant.

Every “strict conservative middle aged guy” stereotype in the book. Control freak, makes a mountain out of every molehill, sees the world as full of axe murderers, judgemental as fuck, horrible temper and yet completely impersonable, all his opinions are copypasted from right-wing news sites. When they say war is good he’s for war, and when they say war is bad he’ll be like “At least Trump did not start any more wars” without perceiving a contradiction. Despite this, he believes is very hot, principled and funny. He is none of these things. He puts people down nonstop. My knowledge of neurochemistry tells me that he must have emotions somewhere or he couldn’t function, but I ain’t ever seen a single one of those emotions. They’re all for his job and a few trusted mentor figures. And his mom. At least he loved her.

If you say anything he doesn’t like, he “throws the sofa out the window” as his wife once put it.

How he’s a Type 6:

Well, he’s pretty much every negative stereotype in a nutshell… other than distrusting his partner. But that might be cause hes sx blind, or cause the wife is big on monogamy & wouldn’t ever cheat.

The one positive trait of 6 that he has is that he does his research. Before moving anywhere he googles the crime rates and if you need a doctor he might find you the best one. But even that can be overriden by ideology (hydroxychloroquine!). And if you don’t take his exact advice, there goes the sofa out the window again…

And I guess the work ethic from all 3 parts of the trifix really comes through – he hasn’t had a single bad grade in his life and always keeps collecting new certifications, and will make sure you hear about it...

Exemplar #2: I.

Complete Stats

Wing: 5 P or cp: pretty much an even mix of phobic and counterphobic Instinct: sp/soc Trifix: 614 - 6w5 1w2 4w3 (Would prolly call herself “The Big Pain” rather than “The Philosopher” ^^°) jungian: INTJ / ILI-Ni oldham: Serious & Conscientious Essence Type: Saturn Temperament: Chlor-Mel

What she’s like:

I’d describe her as serious, mature, discerning, focused and passionate about her friendships, if perhaps somewhat forceful at times, with a dry, sarcastic sense of humor.

Comes across like someone who knows what she’s talking about, with well-articulated points.

Often the Responsible Sibling, Designated Sanity Checker or Bullshit Detector.

Prefers to plan everything in advance in typical Ni dom fashion, even amusement part trips. Gets somewhat anxious without a future plan or shedule.

Often mistaken for a whole lot more sociable and confident that she really feels inside. (even I kinda bought it and got her whole darn trifix wrong on my first typing attempt, though that was when I was new to typology) She can act the boss act temporarily to get the situation over with, but she actually hates making decisions.

She does however have the occasional cute/pure moment where that lower function block comes out.

How she’s a Type 6:

She has saved our family from many a terrible restaurant by making sure to check the reviews. The preparing for all possible dangers is very 6, the acting tough outwardly when youre inwardly anxious, the intellectual problem solving & some tendency towards organization/responsibility/ “logistic” intelligence.

One online test she took gave her 5w6 instead of 6w5 but that’s probably just the ITxx-ness leaking in. I remember this one time we were discussing this artsy-fartsy theater play to which we’d had fascinatingly different reactions, and at one point I half-jokingly said something like “But does anyone ever really feel connected to others, or is that a myth?” to which she wrote, “[Name], what the fuck? Yes I do.” and then immediately deleted it. That’s more of a 6 reaction innit?

Nonetheless the wing does feature in significantly – for example she got very well informed about a lot of topics because she researched them to assuage a random survival-related fear, like, “How to make sure I have enough retirement money”

Exemplar #3: M.

Complete Stats

Wing: 7 p or cp: largely phobic Instinct: sp/sx Trifix: 692 - 6w7 9w1 2w1 (Fortunately very much a “Good Samaritan” rather than “The Stockholm”) jungian: ISFP / SEI-Fi oldham: Sensitive & Devoted Essence Type: Lunar-Venus Temperament: Pure Supine

What she’s like:

Precious! Sweet, nice, good listener, friendly, gives all the best gifts. But also perceptive and good at understanding people, eg. mediating to the parents when one of the younger sisters is having An Emotion™ or winning the trust of problem children.

Unlike I. Who has some soc that helps her keep track of a larger circle of friends despite her introversion, M. tends to enjoy the closeness with her family and have just a few very close friends. Excellent friend material all around! The sx and Se also come out in enjoying art forms involving the body like theatre or dance.

She can be a bit shy, conflict-avoidant and occasionally a lil bit panicky though.

As a small kid she used to be super duper shy but then a wise english teacher encouraged her to play a big role in a play, and since then she’s a lot more confident and doesn’t let ppl push her around without limit, though she’s still a quiet, helpful person. There you see the difference that a good teacher can make.

How she’s a Type 6:

For one thing she moves and emotes faster than a core 9 would, and she fits the body language – big eyes that move around a lot, stands a bit lopsided, talks in a shrill voice on the rare occasions where we exhaust her patience etc. As a xSFx and a w7 she shows mostly the “warm, friendly, likeable” side of type 6. She also has a very 6-ish tendency to very frequently ask people’s opinions & feedback before making decisions. (the other fixes probably add to this)

Alas, she also has a little bit of of the fear/insecurity.

Also she has a social/care job which might be seen as 6-ish desire to serve the community.

Exemplar #4: J.

Complete Stats

Wing: 7 P or cp: largely counterphobic Instinct: sx/soc ?? definitely not sp first. Trifix: 638 - 6w7 3w4 8w9(?) (Shall she be a “Justice Fighter” or a “Kyle”? Only time will tell.) jungian: ISTP / LSI-Se ?? Oldham: ? some Dramatic & Serious, perhaps ? Essence Type: Definitely Mercury Temperament: San-Mel

What she’s like:

The first adjective that usually comes to my mind is ‘cool’. Sassy, energetic & a little bit tough, but also affectionate when she wants to be. (though in admiring way rather than a mushy one)

She says the coolest things, has a certain sly sort of cleverness, and an astonishly good poker face. Bit of an occasional prankster. Hilarious. Knows all sort of cool science facts. Avid gamer. 

Not especially popular or over the top sociable, but she gets sad if no one pays attention to her a while. Will act visibly moody where ppl can see sad or worried and can catastrophize a bit in such situations.

How she’s a Type 6:

I first though we might be getting an ExxP type 7 since she was a pretty energetic child, but once puberty hit and independent thought manifested, she turned out a whole lot too reactive and ‘edgy’ for this, and more on the ‘moderate introvert’ side of things.

Since then the sisterly dynamic has been like one fluffy golden dog and 3 hissing black cats. Hissing Cats #1 and #2 are very proud of her, but cat #1 was forced to conclude that she’s probably not a positive outlook type.

Out of all the reactive types 6 fits best because she does broadcast group identity (like wearing merchandise of her favorite media and wearing buttons in solidarity with ppl she likes.) & has a big case of Big Sibling worship for M, I, and someone else who isn’t on this list due to being a 9. (a 4 or 8 might like their older siblings but probably wouldn’t constantly stress the admiration.), but she can also show lasting, pouty displeasure with authority figures who have slighted her. (Like that one time I went too far in teasing her...)

I’m just assuming the 8 fix because that tends to make 6s more bold, louder & more shameless.

Basically she is the “punk teen” type of 6. She can be a bit dramatic & over-the top but still come to her family on advice (even advice on pranks!) in ways that xSTPs of other enneagrams prolly wouldn’t.

She also tends to use self-deprecating humor in tough situations and deflects compliments to present herself as ‘ordinary’.

...

This may sound like I’m really getting down on my first example (I won’t pretend that I’m not) but the point in bringing him up is that the reason he’s like this is: He was subject to really bad parenting that put a lot of fear into him, there was no good parenting to teach him broader coping strategies, he lived in a crappy environment that crushed his dreams, in a sense ‘confirming’ those fears and making him double down, resulting in a person who is just always rigidly following the same predictable pattern or jumping from one automatic reaction to the next with very little pausing and thinking. That goes for the other types too: A ‘stereotypical’ person is a desperate person ruled by fear, who cant stop or soften up even for an instant cause they constantly feel this fire of threat under their arse.

A lot of descriptions say that 6s ‘Follow authority’ but most would balk at the notion – ‘I do the research!’ they might argue ‘I don’t just trust anyone’ or ‘I’m actually a rebel’. There is of course such a thing as denial  that’s more like the extreme case.

But with a more average, functional 6 it’s not so much ‘obedience’ as that they just like to bounce their ideas off of others to get feedback, or that they feature in other’s viewpoints. So you might get someone who can naturally use feedback (something other ppl may have to learn first) or who is very considerate of others (which others might have to consciously remind themselves to do.)

Those are sometimes pretty good traits actually.

On the other hand this is probably part of what makes decisions hard cause they consider all these possible scenarios of how things might displease or cause harm to everyone involved.

Being able to naturally snap into Action Mode under stress looks a bit enviable from the outside, but I. assures me that it’s actually super stressful & exhausting, even for someone who doesn’t get to a point of just being unreasonably aggro at you.

Though even an extreme case like F.B. would probably claim that he ‘did the research’ even as he’s 1:1 quoting the Pope at you, and then saying that you ‘have to be respectful’ even if you don’t even believe in Christianity. Hence why you get a lot of authoritarians talking about “disrespect”. You didn’t “fail to obey”, you “disrespected the flag” or  “hurt the feelings of the Chinese people”. Because they’re still trying or inwardly thinking that they’re doing the consideritation & considering other’s PoV thing when they’ve long since crossed from respect and consideration into mindless obedience, all while still thinking that they’re very sceptical and discerning cause after all they really distrust the other political party or whatever.  

In a way you get this obsession with ‘mind control’ cause they’re not unaware of & very much looking to guard the blind spot. They’re adults trying to do adult things.

For example, if I voiced an opinion to F. B. which he didn’t like, his reaction was often to ask “who told you that”

That’s just how he seems to think opinions work, somebody tells them to you.

Makes one wonder how he thinks new opinions start.

Yeah - Nobody told me that. I concocted it myself in some corner of my head. And in the interest of objectivity, I should stress that you can also end talking out of your ass that way, if you’re not basing it on enough outside data. Making up new shit has more of a quadratic than a linear learning curve – at least with copying you get something semi-useful right away. In making up your own you might be really off a long time before you stumble on something useful.

Also, I was young at the time and it’s not wholly unreasobale to think that an inexperienced person might be duped. I reacted really badly in part cause he hit my own ego buttons cause I was of course proud of this epiphany that I had concocted by myself, and now he says (or so I perceived it, being sensitive to accusations of incompetence) that I’m too dumb to form an opinion, so of course I launched into full Obnoxious Reddit Dude Mode.

In I. It manifests more on a reasonable useful level like “Oh wait, should [young cousin] be on TikTok? I don’t want him to get sucked into some cultish BS.” which is at least something the parents should have on the radar/ warn him about even if they do let him use TikTok, because for all that it is vital for him to get his experience with independent socializing & experimentig with sel-presentation, people do sometimes get suckered into cults or goaded into unsafe tests of courage.

And in a sense… maybe they overamphasize it but to some extent they’re also simply consciously aware/ mindful of it. The rest of us are not immune to propaganda after all, solong as it’s presented in a way pleasing to our egos. Any type structure can become a ‘hook’ if you’re not careful.

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, ep 12-16 thoughts! these episodes, in comparison to the first 10 or so, felt way more laid back and low-stakes, which I appreciate sometimes. I didn't appreciate how lazy jack's halfa design was in masters of time, it made me so annoyed I redesigned it. 👎🏻 u_u

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-'picking a fight with me and my upgraded form!' 'you upgraded to a mullet?' DANNNNY. YOU CANT SAY THAT TO TECHNUS. YOUVE HAD A MULLET TWICE NOW ('fun' split danny, and evil future danny BOTH HAD THEM). I HAVE THE RECEIPTS.

-danny seeing technus hurting valerie and yelling I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF. SAMEEEE <3

-axion labs is now a part of vladco. FUCK YOU VLAD. hes not even really IN this episode, but just thought I'd throw out a nice fuck you anyway.

-'capable of blasting a single person into space in (2) minutes!' tucker. that would kill someone. i mean yeah they might get to space, but theres NO WAY THEY WOULDNT CATCH FIRE, OR THEIR ORGANS WOULDNT LIQUIFY BECAUSE OF THE STRAIN. THEY'D PROBABLY PASS OUT BEFORE THEN, BUT. ...no, okay, I get why vlad bought this company. this is RIGHT up his alley.

-danny KNOWS VAL DIDNT DO THIS, THAT SOMEONE STOLE THE SUIT. AND SPENDING ALL NIGHT CHATTING WITH HER. <3 and val is a 9TH DEGREE BLACKBELT?? danny's mom is, too!! omg and she hunts ghosts, his parents would love her. and her fav fruit is kumquat bc its a funny word. im so with danny val is amazing. I love her and I Do Not Want To Hear It From Sam.

-I knew danny wanted to be an astronaut, but the bowling tidbit is like. yes give me more useless info abt these characters, I love tiny details that make them feel more human, and im glad hes got hobbies aside from ghost stuff, we dont really see a lot of that!!! (I mean, we knew 'fun' danny from when he split himself in half liked bowling, so obv it makes sense he LIKES it, but hes very GOOD at it. so proud of him, bowling king) val calling him neil armstrong and them teasing each other. LOVE THAT.

-technus you are my favorite grandpa for setting this up. SAM WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CREEPY BE HAPPY FOR YOUR FRIEND!!! STOP SPYING ON THEM!!! who actually cares if technus did 'set them up' together, theyre having fun and enjoy each others company!!! 'you think the universe wants you two to be together?' 'i dunno, but maybe /I/ do!' EXACTLY DANNY!!! SOO TRUE.

-and valerie being happy sam said she wants to try and be happy for them and make room at the lunch table for them. and hugging sam over it. VAL NEEDS MORE FRIENDS.

-VAL GOING AFTER TECHNUS IN HER SUIT WITH (1) MILK, AND (1) TREE BRANCH AND KEYS!!!. I LOVE YOUUUU BEST GIRL. her new suit kicks ass

-dannys like 'HEY IM AN ASTRONAUT :D' AW. ...HES IN SPACE... the fact he's actually intending to give her the ring. with SAMS NAME ON IT?? IM CRINGING DANNY NO. YOU CANT DO THAT...thank god he didnt. thank god valerie cut it off and said they can just stay friends for now. tbh, they both have a lot on their plates!! they obv both still like each other...it can be a future thing!! when she knows about phantom! youre 14 theres no need to rush. I just want her to have friends and be happy :(

-...danny struggles to do (1) pull up. SAME. but all the ghost fighting in phantom form REALLY doesnt carry over at ALL? that sucks

-sam being as fit as she is, is not just a goth. shes a goth jock.

-honey I Shrank Our Kid, One of his Enemies, and his Bully: the episode

-dash's crush on phantom is So Obvious. fitness buddies :) watching them interact always makes me laugh. also, phantom, with PANTS. 'how many costume changes you gonna go through, what is this, vegas??' DASSH DJKSFHASKDF

-MADDIE GOING AFTER THE MOUSE WITH A BROOM, WHAT THE FUCK. AAAH. JUST BUY SOME KIND OF MOUSE TRAP.

-danny likes lime and vinegar chips. which sound very good.

-'our boy finally has the physical prowess of a 60 year old president!' ...poor danny LMAO

-'what's wrong with beauty pageants' oh tucker you sweet naïve child. what ISNT wrong with them. who approved this for a high school?? (I mean, yes. unfortunately child pageants exist, but...) also danny and tucker once again treating the pretty girls like objects. I need to meet the grown man who wrote this, I just want to talk...

-prince aragon's dragon form reminds me of maleficent (color scheme wise) which is always a bonus. considering the episode is called beauty marked, I feel like the sleeping beauty references are deliberate

-sam with the fake fangs. once again her accessories never miss. hate the 'not like other girls, girls who get sucked into this kind of thing are all shallow and all want to be carbon copies' bs tho.

-sam trying to be the Worst Bride, being rude as shit. DORA IS GOING TO GET KILLED. DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE SHE SAID THE PRINCE WILL HAVE HER HEAD IF YOU ARENT THE IDEAL BRIDE. YOU /KNOW/ DANNY WILL COME SAVE YOU. JUST ACT CHILL UNTIL THEN. even if you were doing fine to get him to take off the crown, consider maybe not letting his poor sister get punished also?? sure, she could also take off the crown and has dragon powers, but did you know that for sure?? dora didnt even really realize it until you guys talked!! (or at least, she was scared to stand up to him. you had no guarantee she would...) but. good for dora. ANOTHER friendly ghost to add to the List :)

-tucker is so under appreciated in his time. if he was doing a tech-based campaign today he'd have a better shot. people in 2004 had NO IDEA how much tech would be a part of our day-to-day lives...altho. tbh if you're going to be running for student council president, maybe you should..focus on things to actually improve the school? since he's going for a tech angle, he could say like, he would be running fundraisers for the schools computers to be upgraded, etc? we've already SEEN he can be good at money-making entrepreneur type stuff!!

-oh my god wait. this episode is JUST YUGIOH?????! A REBORN PHAROH USING A TEENAGER AS A VESSEL?? YESSSSSS

-tucker using his new minion to feed him grapes and carry him. AND LOCUSTS ONTO THE BULLIES. I love how when he's possessed, he gains winged eyeliner.

-this episode is giving me big 'plankton makes everyone in bikini bottom his slaves and build monuments of him from the spongebob movie' vibes. and the pharaoh has a traitor who works for him? VERY big yugioh vibes. aknadin confirmed

-I like that danny is still completely exhausted after using ghostly wail. (still patiently waiting on him to get duplication)

-LOVE the fenton's 80s outfits. I get hes 14 and embarrassed by everything they do because theyre his parents, but. cmon, this is one objectively cool thing theyve done. love 80s fashion.

-...was vlad just standing on that streetlight waiting for danny to come out? how'd he know they'd be coming out the back? how long has he been up there???

-oh, wait, his ecto-acne has flareups? that SUCKS. danny was...well I dont want to say he was LUCKY HE HALF-DIED, but he was lucky his was pretty instant (I'm assuming that had to do with the power/scale of the portals being different?) I remember in the ep we met him, vlad made a point of saying he was stuck in a hospital for a long time, so. that really actually sucks and I feel bad. not that it excuses anything he's done...but like. it does suck.

-vlad being so sure danny wouldnt help him he made it somehow contagious to his friends to make sure he'd get help? danny is a nice boy, he wouldve helped if it was anyone else. the only reason he wouldn't have is because of the shit vlad did to him, on purpose. vlad 100% dug his own grave by being the biggest asshole, so it is very hard to feel bad for him.

-clockwork is back!!! and making danny learn lessons The Hard Way. Uhhh, okay. I kind of get Danny’s logic, that time traveling this far back would prevent vlad from becoming a halfa also, ergo no arch nemesis or ectoacne to worry about. But the fact that was basically the first solution Danny came up with to solve this problem is actually so funny. It’s so extreme

-APPRICIATION FOR THESE 80S LESBIAN BG CHARACTERS.

-vlad telling maddie in the lab (in the 80s) he has something he's wanted to tell her 'for a long time'...how long have they known each other? I assumed they met in college, since jack always calls vlad his college buddy/roommate, so jack and vlad for sure met in college, but did vlad know maddie longer? thats surprising if so. Tho we don’t know what year of college they’re in so they could mean they met as freshmen and a few years have past…speaking of maddie shes crushing the 80s look.

-vlad blames jack, but. maybe dont stick your face 2 inches from the portal??! THIS FEELS LIKE LAB SAFETY BASICS. IF SOMETHING HAS POTENTIAL TO BE DANGEROUS, DONT GET NEAR IT. WITH YOUR FACE UNPROTECTED IN ANY WAY. (altho jack didnt really give a Big Warning besides screaming BONZAI. so. also that, but cmon.) also, they need gloves, goggles, and to pull all of their hair back tbh. but fuck lab safety, I guess!

-cryyyyinnng at how lazy they were with jack's ghost form design, its just plasmius' design on jack!!! you couldve given him his own design!!

-there. I did that in about 10 minutes and its somehow less lazy than what made it into the show. embarrassing! better yet, I think the episode would've been better if maddie would've gotten the ectoacne. or maybe its just me, wanting to see her design! anyway. I'm sure people have already done redesigns of them both as halfas. I have to go look after I finish this watch through. Also mildly frustrated jacks resentment and bitterness is basically also a copy paste of vlads backstory. They’re different characters, I really don’t think jack would stew in bitterness and jealousy the same way vlad would!! I also don’t think he’d give up after one time of trying to hunt ghosts and getting laughed at. Our canon timeline says different…I dunno, I get it was for laughs, but I’m annoyed because the POTENTIAL this plot has…

-did vlad really wear a stupid cheese hat to his wedding. ok actually that kinda rules. and the cheese door knocker. the dairy-only buffet table. vlad still got rich, just on being the New Dairy King. (Assuming that means he owns a lot of dairy businesses?) ok! this actually is great. hope maddie isn't lactose intolerant!

-'no matter how hard I tried, I could never get rid of my ghost half, the half I knew Maddie could never accept' ohh, ouch, what a horrible thing to say to her HALF GHOST SON. 'YOUR MOM WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOU' BASICALLY.

-maddie strapping danny to the table with a lazer pointed at him in a secret lab she keeps from vlad that she makes a point of saying is sound proof so he can scream all he wants...CHRIST. DANNYS POOR PYSCHE.

-also, not to feel bad for alternate vlad (because, he did lie to maddie saying jack blames her and never wants to see her again...) but. being married to a woman 20+ years and she immediately goes back to jack? if she didnt love vlad and feels like she had to hide shit from him, and says she wasted her best years with him, WHY MARRY HIM. it feels like leading him on!!! cannot believe im feeling bad for vlad, but. this alternate timeline vlad is significantly Less Horrible than Our Vlad. did she not think she'd get funding for her ghost stuff? (which, fair assumption since they're considered 'ghost fanatics/nuts in canon...but...) why did she think jack or vlad would be her ONLY OPTIONS? be like your sister. be single. Actually, this au could’ve been really interesting if after the accident, vlad lied to her and said jack never wanted to see her again, but she stays single. Imagine how much that would bug vlad… like, in her mind, it was never a competition it was jack or no one type situation…

-danny being like 'leave him ALONE' this jack is a HOMEWRECKER, DANNY. let them go to court and settle this at the least. ...or just throw vlad into the portal. (100% human, defenseless vlad) CHRIST, MADDIE THATS BRUTAL. THATS MURDER.

-danny seeing his mom immediately accepting him and his dad being half ghosts in this universe, if I was him this would be a great sign that his universe's maddie would also.

-*maddie voice* "clockwork will help!" *2 seconds later, with clockwork* "I will Not Help." TOUGH LOVE KING. YES LET DANNY SEE THE SODA HIMSELF AND DEVOLP BETTER OBSERVATION SKILLS.

-when clockwork ""reset time to the way it was"" just before danny "meddled"" ...did he really erase a whole alternate timeline? ...damn. because maddie and danny both called it an alternate timeline by name, it splitting when the college incident went different, so it wouldnt have really mattered if he reset it, right. like because danny's timeline is on a different stream? why didnt clockwork just. show danny a replay and not Reset That Timeline. wh...I wonder how many people that Erased From Existence. Anyway! once again stating clockwork is casually terrifying!

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Chaos Rising (Pt.2)

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Virgil wasnt entirely sure how long he'd been out, only that when he woke up it was almost scorching hot, and he still felt exhausted.

"Where- what did-" Virgil sat up to concentrate and see how much he could remember, which was, unfortunately, very little.

"Oh good, you woke up, I was beginning to think we'd have a body to dispose of," Virgil froze as a voice reached his ears, a very familiar voice.

"You." Virgil snarled, jumping out of the bed and storming over towards Janus.

"Where did you take me. What are you planning? Huh? Gonna steal my organs and sell them to your little demon friends? Is that it? Trying to make me think I'm safe so you can kill me in my sleep?" Virgil said, searching the room for an escape as he spoke, while still keeping an eye trained on Janus.

"If I were going to kill you I wouldve done it hours ago while you were unconscious, I'm actually trying to accomplish the direct opposite thank you very much." Janus said, half annoyed. Virgil glared at him for a few seconds before attempting to pry open a window, only to be dragged away from it in the next second.

"Have you ever actually tried to escape something before. You dont go for a window when the person trying to keep you inside is standing right behind you." Janus said, rolling his eyes.

"So you admit you kidnapped me," Virgil responded.

"Tell me, would you rather have your entire body turned inside out as all your vital organs and your skeleton are removed and replaced with a demon," Virgil flinched "or spend two weeks in a bedroom until you can rejoin the mini-society of protected humans being developed until the invasion is under control," Janus finished.

Virgil stood there for a moment, pouting slightly "The second one," he mumbled.

"That's what I thought, and theres plenty in here for you to do, video games, board games, wifi, flat screen, I highly doubt you'll get bored, even if it's only this room," Janus said.

"Jannnnyyyy- is he up yet? Hes not as pretty when hes unconcious," Virgil froze and raised an eyebrow while he tried to work out the second voice.

"Hes awake, and very pissy." Janus said, smirking, Virgil glared at him.

Remus popped up over his shoulder, resting his head on it and grinning broadly.

"Oh he does look angry doesnt he? Still doesnt get why we're keeping him here huh?" Remus said with a laugh.

"Oh I understand alright. But that doesnt mean I have to enjoy it." Virgil growled.

"Oooohhh! I'm shaking in my boots!" Remus said, feigning a terrified expression.

"Why even bother sticking around if all you're going to do is patronize me." Virgil snarled, scrunching his nose up in the process.

"Alright alright, we'll leave you be, theres a mini-fridge and a microwave if you get hungry," Janus said, pointing before walking out the door with Remus.

"Great! So I'm some glorified demon pet now! Fun!" Virgil complained, collapsing back onto the bed with a groan.

He rolled over and stared around for a while before choosing to mess with the television at the front of the room.

"Virgil? Are you hungry at all? We have dinner if you need it," Janus' voice sounded from behind the door.

"Screw off." Virgil said, hoping he was louder than his stomach.

"Fair enough, but I will warn you that the snacks arent always as filling as they look, they're from the Gluttony circle," said Janus.

Virgil waited for a while before he heard Janus' footsteps move away from the door, he then opened it to see a plate set out for him. He rolled his eyes and picked it up before shutting the door again and going to eat it.

Maybe he was just hungry, but it had to be one of the best things he'd ever tasted in his life, and all to soon, the plate was clean, but he felt completely full.

He opened the door slightly to slip the plate back onto the floor, hoping silently that maybe one of his captors would step on it.

This routine carried on for several days before Virgil saw the man in the black cape face to face again.

"What do you want now." Virgil snarled.

"Its been fourteen days, I'm here to show you around so you dont get lost," Janus said calmly.

"Go away." Virgil growled, burying his face in a nearby pillow.

"You cant possibly want to stay in here forever can you?" Janus said.

"I'm an introvert, I'd rather die in my room than talk to people," Virgil replied.

"Well to bad, you're coming with us!" Remus cackled, dragging Virgil out of the bed by his leg. Virgil hissed and turned to pry Remus off of him, only to find himself hoisted into the air.

"Hey!" Virgil snarled, latching onto Remus against his will as the ground got further away.

"Aaaaaaawwww, hes scared," Remus said with a snicker.

"I can and will bite you. And now that I'm right up next to your neck I dont think you want that." Virgil snarled.

"Its like raising hellhounds all over again," Remus said, giving a fake sniffle and snickering.

"Yes only this one cant spit fire," Janus replied.

"But he sure sheds doesnt he?" Remus said, gesturing to Virgil's bed, which did in fact have some strands of lilac hair throughout it.

"Oh screw you!" Virgil said angrily.

"Well as cute as you are I dont think we're close enough for that," Remus said, smirking, Virgil growled at him again.

"Alright Remus,let's introduce him to the others," Janus said, rolling his eyes yet again.

A few moments later he was standing in a town square by an ornate fountain, with several people conversing around him, some human, some demons.

"This is my brother Roman, his boyfriend Remy, and their other boyfriend Emile," Remus said, pointing to a group of boys, two demons, and one human.

"Its really nice here, I promise," said Emile, grinning. Virgil merely shrugged.

"Oh my gosh you must be the newbie! I'm Patton- I created this whole safe haven!" Virgil braced himself as a rather short demon rushed at him with all the force of a rabid bear.

"Do you like it here? Are the rooms alright? The twon looks normal enough doesnt it? I've never interacted with this many humans before!" Patton said excitedly, another human came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Patty darling I'm quite sure everything is fine," said the man.

"I know Lolo I'm just worried is all- i want them all to like it!" Patton replied.

"Its uh- fine-" Virgil said, practically begging for an escape route.

"Well uh- heres your house keys! And your new address! And dont worry about your other house, you'll be back soon enough!" Patton said, dropping a few things in Virgil's hands.

Virgil merely shrugged and walked to where the sudden trail of glowing purple sparks beckoned him. Virgil was used to weird occurrences, but a demon city was something he hadnt quite prepared for.

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Tonight belongs to you

Summery: it’s prom night and the group is going to have the night of there lives

Ships: Logicality, Prinxiety, demus/dukeceit

When they’re singing

Patton- blue

Remus-green

Duet- orange

Kaylee- black

Ms Greene- pink

All-purple

It’s prom night. Remus is at Patton’s helping him pick out a suit. “You better hurry up in there or your gonna me my drag alter ego....Eugene lee yang from the try guys.” Patton came out wearing a light blue tux.

“What do you think?”

“Well it’s better than the pink. But you got fuzz on your shoulders. You’ve got great shoulders”

“This isn’t working” Remus clean off the fuzz

“Don’t panic...does this help?”

I don’t know?....What did you wear to your prom?” Remus got quiet “Well I was gonna wear a dark green dress with sparkles everywhere. But this isn’t about me this is about you. Your gonna have the night of your life.” Remus walked back to get a view of the tux.

“Hey what’s your date wearing?”

“I don’t know.” Remus’s face change to confusion. “He didn’t give you a little fashion show?”

“I’ve never been to his house. His mother doesn’t know about us.” Patton felt anxious

“How long have you been together?”

“A year an a half.”

“Oh my god....”

“But he’s coming out tonight big time that’s the plan.......I’m really scared”

“Why?”

“Well for so many reasons but mainly because.......half of the people their still hate me.” The room got quiet. Remus put out his hand for Patton and they sat on Patton’s bed.

“Look I never went to my prom.” Remus started to tear up. Patton gave him a hug and a single tear fell from his face. “Looks like your mystery boyfriend and I never had your courage. You made all of this happened and when you walked into that gym tonight, you know what their gonna see.....the bravest person in the world.”

Patton gave a small smile and a nervous giggle “This is scary does everyone go through this?”

“Are you kidding of course. Right now girls are spraying on their tans, whitening their teeth and shoving their fingers down their throats one last time and trying to look their best for the prom. But they are wasting their time. They might as well be wearing a garbage bag........with the word “whore” on it and you know why.........because.......they’re whores.”

Patton was shocked “WHAT?!”

Remus then regretted that last statement

“No my god they don’t have the glow you have right now”

“I trust you completely and that’s kinda scary”

I can tell your feeling wary but you can count on uncle reemy he turn this butchy duck into a swan

Your whole look could use a shake up you can borrow all my make up and the pair of SPANX I currently have on

I think I’ll past

Treat the whole world like your run way make it fierce but in a fun way try to flip your hair like Cher and drag queens do

And I don’t mean to be rude dear but you could use some attitude dear

Let’s show the school tonight belongs to you

One things universal, life no dress rehearsal, so why not makes some waves before it’s through

Go big or you’ve blown it, it’s time that you own it let’s make it clear that tonight belongs to you

Now whatever we choose we gotta make sure to sell it

How do I do that?

Allow Ms Allen to demonstrate

You might find this disconcerting but old Remus has done some flirting

Try to bat your eyes and smile each time you grin

I can guess your whole agenda

You be Elphie I’m Galinda

It’s makeover time so why not just give in

Cmon!!

One things universal

Life’s no dress rehearsal

So why not make some waves before it’s through

Go big or you’ve blown it

It’s time that I own it (yes sir!)

Let’s make it clear that tonight belongs to you

What?

Belongs to me

Kaylee and Shelby are at Kaylees house

“Oh god I can’t believe this is finally happening” Said Kaylee

“He almost ruined it for all of us” Said Shelby

“Well what goes around comes around. You look hot”

“You look so hot”

Well I hate to sound conceited but the boys get over heated when I strike a pose or or two like thus *they do poses here*

And you have to hand it to me I mean even I would do me

Let’s show the world tonight belongs to us

One things universal, life no dress rehearsal excuse me while I state the obvious

go big or you’ve blown it

It’s time that we own it lets make it clear that tonight belongs to us

Logan finished getting dress. He was in a black tux with a dark blue tie with his hair pulled back with gel.

“You look so handsome. You should always wear your hair like this.”

Logan took a deep breath. “Mom I want you to know what’s gonna happen tonight I-”

“Shh can we not spoil this moment. I’ve worked very hard on this night. I have a right to enjoy it too. Your gonna have a wonderful prom like a normal boy I made sure of that”

“What does that mean?”

I don’t like when strangers in my way or when somebody messes with the PTA

Or maybe that’s just me trust me

Fixes little problems is what I do now everyone is happy I promise you

And I would never ever miss a night like this Logan your my super Star now get your ass in the car

The Prom has begun. Every is dancing and having the night of their lives. Everyone has worked so hard for this night music blasting, streamers and confetti flying and everyone haveing the night of their lives.

One things universal life’s no dress rehearsal excuse me while I state the obvious

Go big or you’ve blown it

It’s time that we own it

And make it clear that tonight belongs to

Make it clear that tonight belongs to

Make it clear that tonight belongs

TO US!!!

Patton and the actors are at the gym door about to go inside we’re the rest of the kids are.

“You look so handsome” Said Roman

“Are you sure it’s not to boyish?”

“No it’s definitely boyish.” Said Janus as he held a little box.

“He means it’s not to boyish. My husband likes to mess with people time to time but that’s what I love about him.” Janus blushed at what Remus Said. “You did good Remus. I thought you had no fashion sense whatsoever but I was wrong.”

“Thanks Roman. Where’s your date?”

“We’re meeting inside the gym. He’s still a little shy about all this but he’ll be there.”

“Well this is were we leave you our work here is done.” Remus got the box from Janus and inside was a boutonniere. He pinned it on Patton’s tux and they started to walk away.

“Can you walk me in Remus? I’m a little nervous.”

Remus gave a small smile “of course.” The two of them squealed and walked in the gym

“We did good you guys. Now who’s wants a drink?” Roman, Janus, Thomas and Joan walked out.

The moment Remus and Patton walked in the gym.........they were in shocked. The gym was empty. Their was no one there except for Virgil on the phone and some balloons and streamers.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m just putting the pieces together give me one second.” Virgil went back on the the phone and Remus kept looking around the sad and empty gym.

“Where is everybody?”

“What’s going on here?” Once Remus said that Roman, Janus, Thomas and Joan came in.

“Something’s wrong. The entire parking lot is empty!” Roman looked around

“Jesus what’s the theme of the prom death row!” Said Joan

Patton’s voice started to shake “Mr Hawkins. Where are all the kids? I don’t understand?”

Logan and his mom were at the real prom and Logan was concerned

“I don’t understand. Why aren’t we at the gym?”

His mom provided and explainantion “Well at last minute their was a problem and we had to change the venue.” “Mom what’s going on tell me the truth.”

Gym

“This is what happened as I understand it the courts told the pta to hold and inclusive prom.”

Prom

“Don’t worry we did what we had to do”

Gym

“There was some resistance but the parents met without my knowledge and organized 2 proms”

Prom

“We gave him a prom”

Gym

“One for all the kids at elk lodge down town”

At both places

“Oh my god” Said Patton and Logan

Gym

And THIS prom.....JUST for you!”

Prom

“Now you go have fun! I will be here to make sure everything is perfect”

Gym

Patton’s voice was shaking “Wait no I got texts from kids at school everyone said it was here!”

“They lied to you it was part of the plan.”

“Oh my god!” Roman exclaimed

Prom

“YOU LIED TO ME!” Yelled Logan at Kaylee and Shelby

“Who’s the lier.”

“What?”

“We know about you and Patton.”

“Trust us we’re doing you a favor.”

“You can thank us later.”

Gym

“Patton I’m so so sorry this is...... IM STILL IN SHOCK” Patton walked away to cry a little

“So your saying the whole town kept this from him?!” Said Thomas

“This is so cruel” Said Janus

“I’m gonna cry!” Remus ran into Janus’s arms and started to cry.

“This is a disaster.” Said Roman

“This is a PR problem.” Said Joan as they walked to Roman

“No we had a PR problem, this is a full-blown disaster this is the end of my career.” Virgil overheard the conversation.

“Whoa whoa, that’s why you came here for publicity!?” Roman walked to the taller man “Virgil you don’t know how the world works.” “Yes I do......unfortunately.” Patton put his glasses back on and walked to the front of the gym.

One things universal, life’s no dress rehearsal, when people find a scapegoat, to condemn. We went big yet we’ve blown it I guess I should have known it all along tonight belong............. to them

Patton’s phone rang

“Logan!”

“I swear I didn’t know.”

“You were on the prom committee how did you not know?”

“It was Kaylee and Shelby. They found out we were together they didn’t want me to tell you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“YOU THINK I WOULD DO THIS TO YOU!”

“Then come met me.”

Silence. Logan began to cry

“I can’t”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“My mom is here.”

“WELL LEAVE HER!” Tears we’re streaming down Patton’s face

“She’s watching me every second!”

THEN TELL HER YOUR GAY!!!! TELL HER WE’RE IN LOVE THAT WAS THE PLAN WASNT IT!!!

I CANT BECAUSE KAYLEE AND SHELBY KNOW!!!!

“I’ve had enough”

“I mean it’s not how I thought it would go I’m sorry.”

“Great, perfect, that fixes everything, have fun at the normal persons prom!” Patton hung up.

“Patton. PATTON!”

Remus than interjected “Okay here’s what we’re gonna do, we are gonna go to that prom and-”

“NO THIS ALREADY THE WORSE NIGHT OF MT LIFE JUST STOP HELPING ME!!” Patton ran out of the gym crying and Janus followed after him

And make it clear that tonight belongs to

Make it clear that tonight belongs to

Make it clear that tonight belongs

TO US!!!!!!!

End of act 1

Okay so I’m gonna take a break from writing the au for a bit. I’ll still be on tumblr and you guys can talk to me I’m just gonna take a break do for about a week or 2. if you want to be tag let me know

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anything| renjun ff

hi! this is my first ff on tumblr so hopefully it all works out well. hope u enjoy!

desc: y/n and renjun have only been friends for about a month, but renjun was in too deep. whipped renjun, gender not specified reader!! semi drabble, high school au (like all my stories hhh), very fluffy ! barely edited, its a bit long too but whatever

word count:  2103

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y/n and jisung briskly walked the halls of their oh-so-dreadful high school, talking about, of course, absolute nonsense. ‘i mean, like, salamanders are so cute, right?’ y/n questions the tall boy, and jisung nods enthusiastically. “right! so then why would they eat each other?” jisung added. “as babies, too! it doesn make se-” cut off from their sentence, renjun snaked his arms around the both of them before yelling, “hey guys!” “renjunie!” y/n exclaims, and a wide smile paints renjun’s lips. “whats up shawty?” jisung says before making The Fuckboy Face™. “eh, not much, just absolutely dreading and stressing beyond human compacity about the calc exam tomorrow.” renjun says, pulling his arms away and shoving himself in between the two. “maybe we can study? i- honestly i wont be any help, but i have some pretty cool notes i could share?” y/n proposes. “sure, when?” renjun says, without skipping a beat. jisung looks at the two and then looks away in disgust. “you oldies.” he says, before sticking out his tongue in a teasing manner. “whatever, loser!” y/n says, emphasizing the ‘loser’. jisung pretends to cry and is all but payed attention to when renjun bothers y/n for an answer. ‘we cant study if you dont tell me when!” “well if the exam’s tomorrow then obviously we study today! what are you, an idiot?” y/n says, lightly teasing the poor boy. “right, but like, when today?” “you annoy me.” y/n responds without really responding, traveling away to meet their other friend group. “haha, y/n hates you!” jisung says. renjun then nudges jisung not-so-gently before sighing. “i dont get it. i would do anything for them and they just brush me off like im... i dont know, what am i?” he asks, confused. “an idiot. a complete idiot.”

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as soon as school ends, renjun sends y/n a text. ‘library?’ is all he says, and y/n answers quickly. ‘get here quickly pls,,, i dont wanna waste time” y/n sends back shortly after. renjun walks to their schools library, and sees his study mate. “hey jun, hurry up before i start growing grey hairs.” y/n whisper yells from one of the tables. he had taken longer than he wanted to, so he rushed to the table and scurried to get out his notebook and a pencil. ‘right, so, show me your notes.” y/n says, half distracted by the drawing they were creating in the corner of a scrap piece of paper. renjun opens his note book, revealing his subpar notes. “dude, what-- how much time do you spend actually taking notes?” y/n asks before revealing their organized notes that definitely weren’t the best, but better than renjun’s. “i look out the window more than i pay attention, ha...” renjun admits with a sheepish smile. “sure, just read my notes and copy whatever you need.” y/n says nonchalantly. “thank you so much, you’re a life saver, y/n!” renjun exclaims. “of course i am, i’m me.” y/n says unexpectedly, before ‘posing’ and rolling their eyes.

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after some time had passed, renjun had gotten distracted. “junie, can i tell you something?” y/n asked, looking at renjun’s renovated notes. “sure, whats up?” renjun responds while flipping his pencil between his fingers. “there’s this girl that likes me, but i don’t like her back. it’s kinda so awkward, but i don’t want it to be. ugh, its so frustrating!” y/n whines as they drum their fingers against the table. “oh? who is it? can i know?” renjun immediately asks. “she told me tot to tell anyone. so i’m kinda already not listening, but as long as i don’t tell you her name that should be fine, right?” renjun whines and begins asking more questions. “is she nice? do i know her? when-” “shut up.” y/n cuts him off and runs their temples. “she’s... its not like she’s not nice, and you don’t know her, okay? ugh, i shouldn’t have even tried telling you about my love life.” y/n grumbles. “love life?” renjun asks. “maybe you could repay me by telling me something.” y/n offers, a smirk growing on their face. renjun tries hard not to blush and looks away quickly. “there’s, uh, nothing to talk about, ha.” he explains half heartedly. “sure there is! maybe not recent, but tell me something at least a little interesting.” y/n persuades. “uh, well, last year i made friends with this... person, and i liked them. they, uh, they moved away. yea.” renjun cant help but blush as he struggles to find literally anything else to do. “yea, sure.” y/n takes note of his blush and can’t help but wonder if he’s lying. 

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y/n begins packing up and renjun looks at them in confusion. “you have to go?” he asks, trying to hide his disappointment. “yea, im sorry. you got everything you needed, right?” y/n responds. y/n has a knack for ignoring renjun, the way he blushes, the way he often looks at them with wide eyes, the way he looks around aimlessly when he thinks, the way he throws his head back when he laughs, the way he bends his knees when he screams into the air when he’s frustrated or flustered, and... maybe they didn’t ignore renjun. maybe they didnt ignore him at all. “yea, thank you so much!” and he smiles the cutest smile and starts packing up his things as well. “you have a ride home? i’m taking the bus.” y/n asks. “i’m taking the bus too! maybe we should get a snack for the ride?” “YES.” y/n answers right away. renjun laughs and throws back his head, just like how y/n was just thinking about. a small smile creeps up y/n’s face and a boldness takes over. “you’re adorable, you know that?” y/n asks, swinging their backpack over their shoulder. renjun blushes, and hard. his heart races and he struggles to come up with a reply as his hand thoughtlessly covers his smile. “adorable, ha.” he says quietly. y/n internally yells and waits for him. “yea. so what type of snack do you want?”

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on the bus with chip bags on their laps, the silence is almost comforting, right before it’s not. the bus stops to let in more people, and renjun looks at y/n. y/n pops more chips in their mouth before looking back, and renjun swiftly looks away. they’re sitting next to each other, and renjun has never been that close to y/n. he starts noticing their more delicate features up close and feels his chest tightening. after y/n swallows the chips, they look at renjun’s hand, a single ring on his pointer finger. mindlessly, they pick it up to examine the ring. renjun’s heart starts beating louder at the contact, and he looks out the window without knowing what else to do. “pretty ring.” y/n says. “thank you, chenle gave it to me.” he says, smiling shyly. “so you’re married?” y/n says, a single brow raised. renjun takes back his hand and and looks at his ring. “its not like that! besides, i dont like him.” he says. “do you like someone else then?” “maybe.” renjun mutters so quietly that he can barely hear himself. “HA! I KNEW IT!”  y/n celebrates their small victory and renjun looks back towards the window with a stupid smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks.

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once renjun reaches his stop, he stands up. “this you?” y/n asks. “yea, bye!” he says, almost sadly walking in front of y/n to get out of the aisle. “no, not bye, lemme walk with you the rest of the way.” y/n says and gets up, walking out and away from the bus shortly after. renjun smiles to himself and walks towards his street, leading the way. “so... who is it?” y/n asks. renjun blushes and covers his face. “i can’t tell you that!” he says. “why not? huh? i’ll tell you mine.” y/n says. “yoU HAVE A CRUSH?” renjun practically screams. “yea, it’s not a big deal.” y/n says, right before pulling two lollipops out of their pocket and handing one to renjun. “fine, but, please don’t hate me.” renjun pleads, putting the wrapper into his pocket. “i promise i wont hate you. who is it?” “well, we only started being friends recently, but they’re just so.. i don’t know. and i’ve told jisung this, but i would do anything for them.” he says, trying hard not to stutter and even harder to not get a heart attack. y/n puts the lollipop in their mouth, and renjun follows. “anything?” y/n asks playfully. “yea, pretty much. i don’t even know why i like them so much, they act like... i don’t know, they kind of ignore me.” y/n secretly wondered what type of human would be able to ignore someone as nice and as attractive as renjun. “ignore you? it’s hard to do that with how whiny you are.” y/n laughs and renjun whines. “see, i told you!” y/n says and smiles around their lollipop. “anyways, do i know them?” y/n asks shortly after. “yea, kinda... hah, all of a sudden i dont really wanna talk about it anymore, so, bye?” renjun forces his hands into his pockets. was he really ready to confess? “fine, i’ll tell you about mine then. he’s really charming in his own way, and i just realized that i liked him recently. we also haven’t been friends for long, ha. i don’t know why, there’s just something about him, his cute little habits are so endearing to me. ew, i sound gross.” y/n pretends to vomit, and renjun sighs lowly. “you really do like him, huh?” he asks, defeated. “yea, i guess i really do.”  y/n smiles to themselves and nudges renjun.

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renjun kicks at a rock before stopping in front of a house. “well, this is my house, so...” “right.” y/n nods and presses their lips together. “hey, could you do me a favor?” y/n asks, right before renjun goes to walk up to the door. “sure, anything you want?” “anything?” y/n asks with a smile on their face. renjun lightly blushes, before saying quietly, “yea, anything.” he sends a small smile and y/n can’t help but walk closer to the boy. renjun’s heart starts pounding inside his chest. did he just confess?   y/n reaches out to him and gives him a hug. renjun frantically tries placing his hands on y/n’s back multiple times before finally resting them in one spot, placing his head in the crook of their neck. to him, it felt like they fit together perfectly. a giant smile paints his lips and y/n starts retracting their arms. ‘it’s you, renjun.” y/n faulters with their words. renjun’s eyes go wide and his lips part to let in air. he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “me. i am? it’s… what? he says, absolutely speechless. “you’re the guy i was talking about earlier. not that it matters.” y/n shrugs, trying to hide the fact that their heart was absolutely racing. “it does, uh, to me, because, you’re the person i was talking about earlier too, so…” he hides his face with his hand and looks away. ‘you think i ignore you?’ y/n says, surprised. ‘uh, a little bit…” he admits, shyly. he felt like he was going to explode, he was so flustered. “sorry, i’ll try to pay more attention to you?” y/n offers, paired with a crooked smile. renjun bends his knees and screams into the air, making y/n smile and laugh shortly after. “sorry, and, yea, that would be nice.” y/n hesitates before stepping forward and planting a quick kiss on renjun’s cheek, sending the poor love-struck boy’s heart to heaven and hell at the same time. a wide goofy smile is shared between the both of them. “ill text you?” y/n offers, hands trying to find a place to stop before finally landing in their pockets. “yes, great! i mean, uh, cool. very cool.” renjuns fails to hide his excitement as he practically floats on air and lets out a sigh, shooting y/n a thumbs up. “very cool, yes.” y/n laughs and finally leaves the boy to go inside, and he automatically starts jumping in a circle and clapping out of happiness.

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the end!