#i didn’t wanna do actual polaroid effects

[doggogills]

i am back with more npc art. how surprising and out of character!

[borntoocry]

Could you do one where reader and Ellie are best friends and Ellie is over protective of reader, then one day while Ellie is on patrol reader “accidentally” sends Ellie a cheeky picture then sends a message straight after saying “sorry wrong person” or smth and Ellie gets jealous and rushes over to wherever reader is (at home, garden etc) and Ellie is angry and reader reassures Ellie and confesses??? then we all know what happens next.

Btw they both secretly like each other.❤️

i’m sitting here a tiny bit confused cause do phones exist in the tlou universe? (i don’t mean for this to come off as rude!!) BUT, i’ll do u one better. i’ll change it a bit but it'll have like the same plot.

p.s. sorry anon for the late answer. I've been a sad bitch. also, listened to trigger by hayley williams as I wrote this so listen to it:)

word count: 2.0K

YN was a girl not many people enjoyed talking to. She was a ball of fire, except she wasn’t feisty or argumentative, or crazy. She was bright, but not fiery. So… maybe a ball of rainbows: bright, colorful, talkative and kind. No one enjoyed her company because they knew she would ramble on and on about animals, the ecosystem, the books she did and didn’t read. The only person who enjoyed her presence was Ellie. 

Ellie glared at the people who scanned YN–their eyes ready to burst and attack YN if she even got close to them. She  enjoyed protecting YN, because while the girl only saw the good in people, Ellie saw their true intentions. And most of them were never good. 

That’s why, when YN started seeing a guy Ellie sometimes went on patrol with, she tried pushing YN away. The guy, Jacob, didn’t actually enjoy listening to YN, he only enjoyed looking at her breasts through her low-cut long sleeves and staring at her ass in her tight jeans. She was oblivious, because Jacob said all that she wanted to hear. Not only that, but he would eavesdrop on her and Ellie’s conversations, picking up all the things that she liked so he could somehow find them out on patrol and take them home to her. That was the only kindness Jacob held, because in all other aspects of the guy, he was a complete asshole. 

Ellie hated Jacob, which worsened his title of ‘asshole.’ He was lazy on patrol, and one time he left her to die when they came across a group of runners in an empty building. She hated the guy, more than her heart could carry. But YN adored him. 

Which left her questioning her mind. Had she gone insane? Was it just the effect YN had on her? Of course Ellie liked her, but was she sure that it was in a romantic way? YN and Ellie had been best friends since the first day Ellie entered Jackson. They shared absolutely every secret, memory, joke, etc. In the first few years, Ellie only felt platonic love for YN. But when she turned 17, her vision shifted, her heart shifted, and she began seeing YN as a potential love interest–along with her best friend. 

Ellie was sitting outside of a farmhouse alongside Jacob. Ellie was picking at flowers in the grass and Jacob was digging through his backpack. She was starving, but she had a heavy breakfast before patrol, therefore she thought she could make it through the day. So she sat there, ready for Jacob to eat his lunch so they could leave. 

She had a dandelion between her fingers when she heard Jacob chuckle. She disregarded it at first, but two seconds later, the chuckle turned to quiet laughter. She slowly turned her head and saw that he had a polaroid picture between his fingers. 

Ellie’s eyes creased as she tried to catch a glimpse at the picture, but Jacob quickly noticed and said, “Oh, you wanna take a look?” 

“What is it?” Ellie asked, needing to know before he showed her some sick bullshit. His friends were known for being some kind of satanists that performed witchcraft on animals or something. At least that’s what she heard from some kids. And she believed kids–they had no reason to lie. 

Jacob turned the picture around and her heart quickly sank. She snatched the picture from his hand and turned it around, trying to see if it was some kind of joke–but how could it have been? It was a damn polaroid picture. 

“What the fuck is this?” she asked him, her voice loud and clear incase Jacob’s pea brain didn’t understand. 

“What?” he still asked, causing Ellie to reach over and pull his shirt collar. 

“What the fuck is this picture? Did you make her do this?” she spat. 

“No,” he laughed. “Why the fuck would I force her to take a naked picture of herself?” 

Ellie shoved him away and stood up, her fingers still grasping the picture. Jacob fell back and slammed his head against the fence. He winced but quickly stood up as he saw Ellie grabbing her backpack off the ground, his picture still in her hold. 

He followed after her as she grabbed Shimmer and jumped on. “You can’t take that.” 

“Tell me why she took this and I’ll–” Ellie shut up after her sentence, because no way was she going to return the picture. He didn’t deserve it. He was a worthless piece of shit who didn’t value YN’s rambling, her kindness, her smile, and most certainly not her body. “Just tell me why she took this.” 

“I don’t know why!” he exclaimed. 

“Really?” Ellie asked, almost like she was going to pull her gun out and shoot him if he didn’t answer truthfully. 

Well… she did… She pulled her gun out and aimed it at him. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled. 

“Just tell me why this would be in your backpack and I’ll be on my way.” 

“I don’t know!” he yelled again. “Dude, we’re just talking. She doesn’t want to have sex yet so I said we could build up to it. She could start off with taking naked pictures and–” 

Ellie hopped off Shimmer–gun still pointed at Jacob–and walked over to him. “You’re telling me that instead of starting at making out, you just said, ‘Oh! Take a fucking nude?! Are you stupid?” 

“She didn’t want to make out!” 

Ellie shut her eyes and slammed the side of her gun against Jacob’s face. He fell onto the floor and shouted in pain, spilling out expletives as he cried. 

Ellie hopped back onto Shimmer and rode back to Jackson, where she ran to YN’s house the second she left Shimmer at the stables. She rapped both of her fists against YN’s bright yellow door and didn’t stop until she heard an, “Okay! Okay! Coming.” 

She dropped her hands down and dug into her jacket pocket for the picture. By the time she retrieved it, YN had opened the door with a worried expression on her face. 

“Hey,” she said as she looked Ellie over. When her eyes landed on the picture, she placed her hands on the doorframe and began shaking her head. “I already know you’re going to want to come in and talk about it but I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Ellie ran a hand down her face and sighed. “You don’t have to talk. I’ll do all the talking.” 

YN shook her head. “Stop. I don’t want you to know about it.” 

“Well I already do, YN!” Ellie shouted. “Are you an idiot? Why would you do this? Give that jackass a nude picture of yourself?” 

YN shut her eyes at the loudness of her voice and grabbed Ellie’s arm, pulling her inside and shutting the door. She leaned against the yellow door and covered her face in embarrassment. Her best friend, someone she trusted more than anyone, knew about her nude pictures. She didn’t want anyone to know about them, not even Ellie. Because if she knew, she would cry. She would cry because deep down inside, YN wished it was Ellie she was giving the picture to. Not Jacob. 

“Why are you crying?” Ellie asked. She was standing in front of YN now, the picture in between her fingers. She wasn’t looking at it, it felt wrong knowing it wasn’t for her. 

“I’m not crying,” YN exclaimed, but she was. She was simply trying to hide her tears. 

“Yes, you are, I can hear it. Why?” 

“Why do you think?” 

Ellie finally looked down at the picture and studied it. She shouldn’t have, but she couldn’t hold back. YN’s body was angelic. Her breasts sat beautifully on her body, her cunt was hidden behind a small bush, and her legs tried their best to cross one another, hiding her cunt just a bit more. An arm was beneath her breasts, pushing them up as if she wanted to make them look perkier. But YN didn’t need that. She didn’t need to push anything up, suck anything in, hide anything. She was beautiful. 

Ellie placed the picture into YN’s pocket and whispered, her voice broken, “I don’t know why you gave it to him.” 

YN pulled her hands away from her face and let them settle on her collarbone. Her cheeks and eyes were red and her lips had now fallen open, searching for both words and air. Her eyebrows drew in as she scanned Ellie’s face. 

“What do you mean, El?” 

“Why did you give the picture to him? He doesn’t deserve you. He’s an asshole that only wants you for your body and nothing else. Don’t you see that?” 

YN shook her head and wiped her tears away. She straightened out her limp body to appear taller and said, “You sound jealous. Just drop it, El.” 

“No. Tell me why it’s him!” 

“Because!” YN shouted. “He was the next best person.” 

“How? Ellie asked, rushing after YN who left her place against the door and was walking to her room. She had no clue why she was chasing after Asshole-Jacob when she could… Well, she could have her. YN could have Ellie, because Ellie had come to a conclusion that she wanted to be YN’s girlfriend. She wanted to care for her like a girlfriend, not only a best friend. “Please tell me, YN, I’m getting desperate here!” 

Ellie walked into YN’s room and shut the door behind her, as if anyone else lived in this house. It belonged to Ellie and YN, no one else. 

YN was crying but had now faced Ellie, knowing she would finally tell her best friend why. “Because I can’t have you. So I went after someone who was close enough to you. I thought that if I went after them, I’d have a chance at attracting you.” 

“So this was why you placed this in his backpack? To get my attention?” 

YN shrugged. “Sorta.” 

“Sorta?” Ellie raised an eyebrow. 

YN was embarrassed. She threw herself onto her bed and placed her hands on her knees. She was leaning over, feeling like she might just throw up. “I don’t know. He wanted to have sex and I wasn’t ready yet, so I said we could do something else.” 

“What’d he say?” Ellie asked, even though Jacob had already told her. 

“He said we could make out.” 

“And?” 

YN scoffed. “He’s an awful kisser.” 

Ellie shifted. “So what happened?” 

“He said I could send him a picture one day before he went off to patrol.” YN ran a hand over her face. “I don’t know why I did it. I don’t even like him. I acted like it was you I was posing for. I thought that if I just acted like he was you, I’d get through it. But it’s not working out.” 

Ellie walked over to YN and got down on her knees. She placed her hands on YN’s face and lips. “You don’t like him,” she stated. 

YN shook her head with a small smile. “I don’t like guys.” 

Ellie laughed. “I hoped so.” 

YN leaned down and kissed Ellie’s forehead. “I’m sorry.” 

“For?” 

“Giving him that picture.” 

Ellie shook her head and kissed YN’s nose. “It’s okay. It’s mine now. But if you ever–ever!--give someone a naked polaroid of yourself, I swear I’ll rip their body apart.” YN rolled her eyes at what she thought was sarcasm, but Ellie was being serious. “This isn’t a joke. If someone even looks at you because they think you’re hot, I’ll kill them.” 

“Shut up,” YN said, slapping Ellie’s shoulder. “You wouldn’t.” 

“You don’t want to know what happened to Jacob.” 

YN’s eyes blew up and she shoved Ellie away. “What the hell did you do? Did you actually kill him?” 

Ellie laughed. “No!” She lifted her hand and waved it around. “Just slapped him around a bit.” 

“It doesn’t look like you slapped him.” 

“I said I slapped him, but I didn’t say I just used my hand…” 

“You prick!” 

“He deserved it for messing with my girl. Fuck Jacob and his probably small dick.” 

[bbytetsu]

FIRST DATE ft. oikawa, iwaizumi, tendou, semi

author’s note: since i went pretty in-depth, i didn’t cover all the characters i wanted to and will probably continue this as a series. if there’s someone you wanna see lmk! 💘

oikawa:

let’s be real, oikawa has had a million first dates

but with you, he wants it to be special and something he’s never done before. so he books a baking lesson at a famous bakery

as usual, he’s well groomed and well dressed. even put on a lil spritz of cologne to impress you

brings his polaroid so you can take pictures after 🥺

he’s probably at least 10 minutes late LMAOOOO... something about not being able to find his usual gel and having to make do

oikawa is a horrible baker, he sucks at following instructions. he wants to improvise despite not knowing what he’s doing

but he’s so cute you can’t stay mad! he lowkey messes up on purpose just so he can get more of your attention and then watch you concentrate as you attempt to fix his mistakes

will praise you, but will also praise himself too for doing the bare minimum... he keeps asking you if you saw him crack that one egg 🙄

lots of playful banter and skinship, like an accidental brush against his arm, your hands touching as you pass the mixer to him, or when he ruffles your hair

dots a lil whipped cream on your nose and takes a photo before you can stop him. he won’t stop laughing at it throughout the date but really he just thinks you’re so cute 

despite taking a ton of photos of you and of the date, he’s not using his phone otherwise to go on social media or answer any texts. he just wants to be in the moment with you but also record the best moments

while you two wait for the cake to bake in the oven, he leaves to buy boba for you two

super impressed with the cake after it’s out of the oven and keeps praising you for it! (as he should, you carried the team!)

surprisingly much better at decorating the cake than baking it. will try and write “i like you, (y/n)!” on it with frosting

will spoonfeed you the cake and expect you to spoonfeed him too

since he’s really trying to take things slow with you (unlike his previous romances), he’ll stick to a kiss on the forehead and multiple times on the hands before the two of you part ways

iwaizumi

the most romantic, soft picnic date

and being the perfect gentleman he is, he’s prepped some of your favorite foods, brought a blanket and speakers, and is picking you up

ngl the car ride is a bit awkward. when he picks you up, he’s just so stunned at how lovely you look! he musters up a compliment but he’s red in the face and can barely meet your eyes tbh

you’ve brought some food too. the two of you definitely overpacked, but he was scared you might be hungry

he takes you to a nice park by the lake and sets everything up under a tree

the JOY he feels from watching you eat his food! the way your face lights up when you take a bite into a small sandwich he made

he eases into the conversation as you two eat. before you know it, the two of you are sharing your thoughts, laughing, even teasing each other

you try to teach him how to make a crown of dandelions. just imagine the two of you twinning your dandelion crowns 😭

as you get full, he scoots closer to you and the two of you get super cuddly. puts his big arms around your shoulders in a back hug while you’re sitting down and you just feel super secure

HE IS. 100% AN IG BF and will take photos of you if you want! (just think about it, oikawa has probably forced him to take so many photos of him)

puts his jacket on you if you get cold. just wants you to be comfy

after the picnic, he takes you back to his place to watch a movie

you let him pick what movie and of course he picks GODZILLA

but somehow he makes it romantic??? the two of you are cuddled up on the couch, he’s holding your hand under the blanket

he keeps asking you if you’re comfortable, and halfway through the movie, when you’re nuzzling your head into his shoulder, he plants a kiss on your forehead

he pauses the movie to tell you how much he likes you right before the two of you kiss. godzilla can wait 😌

tendou:

ARCADE DATE! 

the two of you are very casual with each other, so you probably didn’t even consider this a date to begin with. but little do you know what’s about to go down... 

tendou’s actually not nervous for the date. given that he’s excellent at reading others, he already knows the feelings you have for him. he’s just thinking about how to make his move 

SO! MUCH! FUN! you play all kinds of games, from old school ones to rpg shooting games to racing ones (his weakness tbh)

signature celebratory dances when he wins! 

oh and the dance dance revolution battle! don’t EVEN GET ME STARTED

he’s nimble on his feet and amazing at DDR! he’ll even sing along dramatically to all the pop songs that he knows

he loves the satisfaction of winning a game, but if you get discouraged, he’ll notice and encourage you or focus more on team games! might even let you win a game or two since he’s just head over heels for you...

ceo of claw machines. when you try to get a plushie from those impossible claw machines, he'll watch you try first

but when you don’t get it, he’ll ask you to try again. instead of just taking over, he’ll stand behind you, put his hand on yours, and gently guide you so that you can successfully pick up the plushie

whatever plushie you want, it’s yours! he’s got you

he’s also got you on drinks and snacks. you’ll sit down and have a moment together with popcorn and chips before you get back into it

there’s wasn’t that much skinship throughout the date, but now the tension is building up fr! and don’t worry, he’s planning to act on it

towards the end of the date, the two of you enter the photobooth

and the two of you are in there for multiple rounds, tons of silly poses

with you this close to him, he’s finally starting to feel the nerves 🦋🦋

as you’re waiting for another set of photos to print out, the two of you have reached the peak of the tension. as you lean towards him, he puts his hand on your waist and goes for it 

your kiss is so exciting and sweet! and he smells so so fresh

you make out in the photobooth until two kids catch you

semi:

let me just say beforehand how sweet and significant this date is. it’s the first time he really opens up to you 

you meet up for an evening mini-concert date at his favorite cafe

he’s there 15 minutes early. despite being offered a table inside, he waits outside because he’s scared you’ll get lost 🥺

he’s dressed somewhat casually with an edge. while his outfit looks effortless, it was NOT—he freaked out an hour before and facetimed tendou about what to wear

tries so hard to not look nervous, but his heart is racing! probably more nervous than he is for his games tbh he’s got his earbuds in, foot tapping nonstop, shoulders crossed

when he sees you, he relaxes. you just have that effect

takes you inside and tells you why he likes this cafe so much because he hopes that you will love it, too

king of respectfully checking you out. sneaks small glances at you when you’re not looking. you always catch him smiling but don’t know why

pays for your drink and orders what your drink despite having a go-to drink. the waiter is visibly surprised that he’s breaking routine

you talk over coffee and have such an easygoing time. he’s actually surprisingly talkative and u learn a lot about him outside of volleyball

also a good listener, thinks it’s cute when you get excited while talking

teases you a lot, too

an hour in, a local band that he likes comes in to perform. he can’t contain his excitement

pulls his chair closer to yours. as the music starts playing, he grabs your hand. you lean onto his shoulder

nods to the music, but when they play a love song, he turns to you and sings the lyrics quietly to you

he holds your hand as the two of you walk out into the streets

you walk around the shops for a little bit

as you’re about to leave him, you peck him on the cheek. before you can go, he leans into you and the two of you kiss

it’s a beautiful, slow, yet deep kiss

after you leave, he calls you and stays on the phone with you on your commute home to make sure you get home safely

[abbysfrenchbraid]

Hiya! Absolutely love your work! This feels super vague but could I request a short fic/headcanons of Abby giving her gf a piggyback please? The mental image makes me 🥺💕

what a cute idea, I got your message at like 10pm last night and just immediately started writing! Here you go, a short 1.5k fluff about the reader being clumsy at the WLF stadium and Abby coming to her rescue 💘

Warnings: light swearing, mention of violence (as always, message me for specific triggers and I’ll let you know if it’s safe to read)

Requests are open 

A blessing in disguise 

You could hear the hum of voices and the clatter of cutlery on plates from the hallway as you walked up to the swinging doors of the cafeteria. A look through the bull’s eye told you that the room was packed. No one would voluntarily miss baked potatoes with sour cream and steak, a real gourmet meal compared to the usual bean and sausage stews. 

Now you just had to make your way over to your friends without becoming the laughing stock of the base. So far only a few people knew of your idiocy and the damage it had done to your ankle, but if Owen and Jordan noticed your limp before you reached the table, the next days would be made even more painful by everyone’s cruel jokes. 

With a determined huff, you pushed against the door and clenched your teeth as you waved at some colleagues and hurried over to the loudest room in the table. Luckily for you, Owen and Jordan were having an intense discussion about the usage of melee weapons when fighting infected while Nora loudly commented on their arguments. Mel and Abby sat facing each other and grinned into their plates, obviously glad not to be included but entertained nonetheless. When Abby looked up and raised an eyebrow at your strange walking you just shook your head slightly and sat down next to her, finally able to relax your jaw. 

“Slipped. Don’t worry about it.” Abby stared at you for a second, then she shrugged and continued to dig into her potatoes. 

Owen had finally noticed your presence and instantly tried to pull you on his side. 

“Oh Y/N, great that you’re here. Wouldn’t you agree that a crowbar works much better for killing clickers than, say, a baseball bat? It’s lighter and slimmer and has that sharp end that just goes through heads like butter.”

You grimaced at him while Jordan and Nora started simultaneously arguing with him again and effectively banned you from the conversation before you could actually enter it. 

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” Mel had perfected that worried-mom look ever since she had given birth to her beautiful daughter and you immediately felt guilty. 

“No - I mean yes, I’m gonna get myself a plate in a minute. Truth is,” you made sure the others were still caught up in their argument, “I took a bad fall today and my ankle hurts like a bitch. I don’t want to limp around in front of the whole cafeteria and become the center of all the jokes for a week, the pain is bad enough as is.” 

Now Mel and Abby both looked at you with that face, that “you are our poor baby child and we can never let you out into the wild alone” expression that made you clench your hands into fists in your lap and stare at the tabletop in embarrassment. 

“Do you think it’s serious, Y/N? You wanna come to medical after lunch so I can take a look at it?”

“Yeah, Y/N, how did this happen? Are you sure you’re okay?” Abby asked.

You looked up defiantly and rose to your feet. “I’m not a child, I can take care of myself, thanks. Now if you’d excuse me, I’m getting some food before I eat Owen alive.”

Abby grabbed your wrist before you could step over the bench, getting up herself and putting an arm around your shoulders.

“I got it, babe. We’re only worried about you. Just sit down, I’ll be right back.”

Mel patted your hand and offered you some of her water after you sat down again. Both of you watched Abby go up right to the front of the food line and get a steaming hot plate for you. This was unusual for her, she always hated when people took advantage of their rank in order to get special treatment. She was back with a few long strides and slid the plate in front of you.

“For the lovely lady. If only she would tell us why she seems so pained on this beautiful day?” 

You shoved an elbow into her ribs but she only laughed and put a hand on your thigh, scooting closer and looking genuinely concerned now. It was apparent you had no other choice but to give in. 

“Fine. Leah asked me to help her move some stuff into her new room with Jordan. I was walking up the stairs carrying some boxes when I stumbled. One of the boxes dropped and polaroids spilled everywhere, mind you this is Leah we’re talking about.” Your two listeners exchanged a knowing look and Mel had to fight down a laugh. You ignored her. “Well, I panicked because I could hear people coming down the stairs and I didn’t want them to see, you know, Leah’s tits all over the floor, so I tried to collect them as fast as possible and accidentally slipped on one of the photos.”

Mel burst out laughing and you could see it took everything in Abby to not do the same. She just intensified her grip on your thigh and pressed her lips together, her chest convulsing from silent laughter. You finished your story with an irritated sigh. “So there I was, lying at the bottom of the stairs in the midst of at least 20 nude photos, trying not to scream because my ankle and hip were on fire just as this group of younger recruits came around the corner. They were nice enough to help me up and collect the pictures without a word but for all I know they’ve already told their team and by tomorrow everyone will know about me swimming in Leah’s tits.” 

You jammed your fork into the steak on your plate and began to hack away at it, eating as quickly as possible to escape this place and vanish from earth for the next year. Mel had calmed down and Abby finally released your thigh, placing her hand on the small of your back instead. Through your anger at yourself and embarrassment in front of the two other women you felt a rush of calm, warm energy at the blonde’s touch and took a deep breath. 

Mel swung her legs over the bench and grabbed her tray. “I gotta head back to medical. Will you come see me when you’re done here?”

“I’ll bring her,” Abby said before you could answer. She smiled at you. “Why walk when you have me to carry you?”

You rolled your eyes at her and went on eating while listening to the weapon experts at the table attacking each other. Nora had left with Mel so it was only the two men now, pointlessly arguing over the same thing over and over again until a fellow soldier at a different table yelled at them to shut up and just find out in training the next time. They had nothing to shoot back at that so they also got up to leave for training and said their goodbyes.

“Nice talking to you ladies, thanks for your input.” 

“Bite me, Owen,” you and Abby replied with one voice as they walked away, seemingly in a great mood after making the entire cafeteria listen to their bickering.

When you had finished your plate, Abby brought it to the return window and came back to you with a spring in her step. 

“Well then, princess.” She helped you up and turned around, beckoning for you to jump on her back and you happily obliged, letting out an involuntary squeal as the strong soldier beneath you lightly jumped to adjust your position and grabbed your legs. You wrapped your arms around her and pressed your head to the side of hers, ignoring the puzzled looks around you. 

Her smell was wonderful, pine and lavender creeping into your lungs and from there into every corner of your body, making you feel warm and at home. You could feel the muscles move underneath you, your weight seemingly nothing to the strong body carrying it. Abby kicked the swing doors open nonchalantly and carried you up the stairs and all the way to the medical tract without breaking a sweat.

She let you down gently at the door to Mel’s office. “I just need to grab some things from my room, I’ll pick you up here in 10 minutes. I don’t have any more tasks today so we can hang out at yours, you could read me some of the new stuff you wrote?”

This woman. You wrapped your arms around her again, this time from the front, and kissed her cheek. “You’re the best, Abby. Thank you so much.” She didn’t let go until you did, then she tapped her forehead in a playful salute and hurried off to her room.

You knocked at the door and Mel called you in, letting you lean on her to get to the camp bed. “All right, let’s take a look at this. It doesn’t look too bad, I think you got lucky.”

Her words made you think of the beautiful blonde wolf that would be keeping you company all afternoon. Yes, you really did get lucky. Maybe this injury wasn’t that bad after all. 

[hyuniepot]

the butterfly effect. || chapter 5

chapter word count || 2,121

genre || thriller, angst, drama

members || mark lee, na jaemin, lee jeno, huang renjun, lee donghyuck, zhong chenle, park jisung

warnings || mentions of death, implications of depression

pairing || fem!reader x jaemin || slight fem!reader x mark

synopsis || you never thought you’d be able to play with fate so easily, especially not through some shady app. but you suddenly must say goodbye to what you know and hello to a new world where everything seems perfect.

taglist || @gothboyjisung @jeongyoonohs @doiewonu @huanginjoon​ @wordsgodeep @colpen

previous chapter

You had talked to Mark that morning about Jisung and how he felt like Mark didn’t like him and asked him to come over. You met up with Mark halfway between the path between your houses, despite Mark telling you not to. You had already called Hyuck and invited him over. He accepted and said he’d be over after picking up some snacks.

You had talked to Mark that morning about Jisung and how he felt like Mark didn’t like him and asked him to come over. You met up with Mark halfway between the path between your houses, despite Mark telling you not to. You had already called Hyuck and invited him over. He accepted and said he’d be over after picking up some snacks.

You had talked to Mark that morning about Jisung and how he felt like Mark didn’t like him and asked him to come over. You met up with Mark halfway between the path between your houses, despite Mark telling you not to. You had already called Hyuck and invited him over. He accepted and said he’d be over after picking up some snacks.

You open the front door when you arrive back home. “Jisung?” you call out.

“In here,” his voice is in the kitchen.

You follow it. “Hey, come outside. Everyone’s gonna hang out here for a bit.”

Jisung raises a brow. “Really?”

You nod. “Yeah! Now go,” you say, pushing him towards the door.

“Wait, can I invite Chenle over?” he asks, smiling.

“Of course.” Jisung runs outside and you run upstairs, grabbing your new polaroid.

You head back outside. It’s a perfect day. The weather is perfect and although you know it won’t last, you try to push the stress of the upcoming days into the back of your mind.

Mark is talking to Jisung, basketball already in his hands. You smile and quickly snap a photo.

It doesn’t take long for Hyuck to show up with a bag full of snacks and Chenle trailing behind him. You grab a package of candy for yourself and sit down on the ground, watching Mark and Jisung 1v1. Hyuck takes a seat next to you.

A few moments later, you hear a click. You turn your head and see Hyuck holding your camera. the photo he had snuck of you printing from the bottom of it.

“Hyuck!” you say, grabbing both the piece of film and the camera from him. “I only have one roll of film, don’t waste it!”

“What? I didn’t waste any,” he says, popping a chip into his mouth. “I took a picture of you.”

“The camera isn’t for pictures of me, though,” you mutter, watching as your face emerges through the developing film. “It’s to take pictures of you guys,”

Hyuck sighs and lowers his voice. “I know. I’d say it’s a bad idea, but I don’t have any right to stop you.”

You look at the two pictures before pulling your wallet out of your pocket and tucking them in. “It might still be a mistake,” you reply. “But the thought of not remembering any of this makes me sad.”

Hyuck just nods before standing back up and walking to where the other 3 boys stood. He challenged Jisung and Chenle to a match against himself and Mark.

“What about (y/n)?” Mark asks. Everyone’s head turns to you.

“I’m fine with watching…” you say. You weren’t the best at basketball, at least not when actual rules were in place. Volleyball was really the only sport that came naturally.

“Ooh, she can be our announcer!” Chenle yells.

“Sorry Chenle, but I am not gonna be the announcer.” you set your candy aside and stand up, wiping your hands on your pants. “I said I’m fine with watching.”

“Okay,” Hyuck says. “If the ball rolls towards the street, you can go get those too!”

You roll your eyes as the other chuckle and start their match. After a few minutes, you feel your phone buzz.

Yeri

heyyy, do u mind if i come over and borrow ur history notebook so i can study the vocab ?? totally forgot mine at school.

You

sure, no problem

Yeri

ugh my lifesaver. tysm babe

i’m pretty close to ur place so i’ll be there soon

You go back inside to retrieve your notebook for Yeri. The boys didn’t notice. You usually wouldn’t do something like this, but did it really matter? You could be gone by the time of the test anyways.

You walk back outside just in time. Yeri had just made her way to where the others were. Her face brightened when she saw you.

“Seriously, thank you so much,” Yeri says, taking the notebook from you. “I’d be screwed if it wasn’t for you.”

You smile. “No problem.”

She looks at the boys playing basketball. Hyuck had Chenle in a headlock. “Are you the babysitter?”

You chuckle. “It feels like it sometimes. Do you wanna hang here for a bit?” you ask. It only felt right to ask.

She shakes her head. “I’d love to, but there’s way too much testosterone here for me,” she says, giggling. “Plus, I promised Sooyoung I’d hang out with her tonight.”

“That’s okay. Uh, I’ll see you at school then.” you tell her. The words come out choppy and it doesn’t feel right; only because you know it isn’t true.

Yeri flashes you one more smile before saying her goodbye and starting her walk home.

You watch the guys finish their basketball game, although it seemed more like they were trying to beat each other up the whole time.

“Hey!” Mark yells to you. “Let’s go get ice cream.”

You shrug. Why not? Jisung puts the basketball away and you grab your camera just in case. You all begin to walk to the nearest ice cream place. Jisung and Chenle lead the pack, Hyuck following behind them and talking to them about something. You walked alongside Mark in the back.

“Ugh, why don’t we do this more often?” Mark says. He throws his hands in the air. “It’s so fun!”

“I don’t know,” you reply. That was the honest truth. “But I agree. This is really nice.”

“Oh,” Mark says. “Where did that camera come from?”

“I bought it the other day,” you tell him. “I’ve been wanting one for awhile and I had the money, so…”

Mark nods. “Those cameras are cool.” It falls silent between you two, but it isn’t awkward. You realize how comfortable you are with him and it makes your heart hurt all over again.

You reach the ice cream shop and order your favorite flavor. You’re first in line to order as the rest think about what they want. Mark orders after you and you both wait outside for the others.

Jisung’s cone gets knocked out of his hand and he has to get a new one. Chenle orders two for some reason.

“Hey, look at that!” you turn your head towards Mark, who is looking at the fallen ice cream cone. A white butterfly had landed on the cone.

You swallow hard. The sight of butterflies started to unsettle you again. “Wow.”

Jisung finally emerges from the shop, fresh ice cream cone in hand. Everyone stands outside for a bit to eat their ice cream. Eating with one hand was surprisingly hard. You hand your cone to Hyuck to turn on your camera and just hope he doesn’t take a lick of it.

You turned your camera towards Mark and snap a photo of him lovingly looking at his cookies and cream ice cream, completely oblivious to the fact that a camera was on him. After he hears the click, though, he looks up and starts shyly laughing.

“Did you just take a picture of me?”

You nod, smiling. You watch the photo develop before turning it towards him. “Cute, huh?”

He shakes his head. “No! I look so stupid!”

“Shut up,” you reply, putting the photo in your wallet alongside the others before Hyuck forced the now melting ice cream cone back into your hand.

You spend the rest of the night running around town with Mark, Hyuck, Jisung, and Chenle. Everything felt normal. Hyuck seemed happier than usual; you knew it was the same reason as why you kept feeling sad. He knew that soon, his life would be back to normal.

You found yourself by Mark’s side a lot. He offered to hold your camera for a bit before you eventually got frustrated enough with it to go into a store and buy a bag for it. Once it gets dark, you all decide it’s time to head home. You felt sad knowing such a great day was coming to an end.

“Oh, wait, I want to take a picture of you guys.” you tell them, taking your camera out. Jisung rolls his eyes and Hyuck groans. “It’s literally going to take two seconds,” you whine.

They oblige, posing in front of a store window. Mark was on the far left, arm around Chenle. Jisung was to the right of Chenle, and Hyuck was on the far right. You took the photo. “There.”

“Let me see it,” Chenle says, darting behind you.

“It still has to develop,” you chuckle. The younger boy stands behind you until the photo develops.

“Wow,” he breathes. “Cool… I should buy one of these.”

Chenle said his goodbyes before starting his walk home. He lived in the opposite direction than you, so you’d be walking home with Jisung and Mark.

Hyuck, who lived in the same direction as Chenle, started to walk that way as well before stopping. “Hey,” he calls out to you.

You turn to look at him. His hands are in his pockets, shoulders slightly slumped. And for the first time, you realize how sad he looks. “You guys can keep going, I’ll catch up.”

You walk to where Hyuck stands. “Yeah?”

“I probably won’t see you tomorrow, so… I’ll text you when I’m ready to go.” he says softly.

You nod, avoiding eye contact.

“And… if you don’t want to leave… I understand.” he adds. “I wouldn’t if I were you. I’m sorry if I guilted you into feeling like you needed to leave with me.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. I’m still debating, to be honest.” you pause. Could you stay here with a Hyuck so different than what you were used to? Hyuck was always happy, sometimes too happy. Seeing him so unhappy was hard to handle even if you hadn’t noticed at first.

And no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself you didn’t, that you could get over it, you missed Jaemin. You hadn’t seen him at school at all, only Jeno and Renjun in class. You foolishly tried to think of ways he could join you and Hyuck in this universe — but you knew it wasn’t that simple. His life was so different, and even if there was a way, you knew it wouldn’t be the same as before. He wasn’t yours anymore.

You snap back to reality. “But… I’ll keep you updated.” the wind blows, making a chill run down your spine.

Hyuck nods before turning around and walking away.

You do the same. Jisung and Mark had stopped walking despite you telling them not to. “Sorry,” you say, taking a deep breath. “School stuff.”

Neither of them question it. You walk home alongside the two boys and try not to let your thoughts take over. You reach your home and you pick up the bags of uneaten candy that Hycuk had bought. Jisung says goodbye to Mark before heading inside.

“Uh,” Mark clears his throat. You hear the front door shut in the distance. “I know I said it already, but today was really, really fun.”

You smile. “I’m glad you had fun. I enjoyed it too.”

“Do you think… we could hang out tomorrow?” Mark asks. “Just you and me.”

For some reason, his words make your heart drop. You nod hesitantly. “Of course.” And although it made you nervous, deep down you were happy to be spending your possible final day here with Mark.

Mark nods. “I’ll see you then. Goodnight.”

You smile. “Goodnight, Mark. Let me know when you get home.”

Mark returns your smile before walking away. You take a deep breath and head inside. Jisung was in the living room, already watching TV. You head upstairs to your room, removing your camera from your bag and setting it aside. You open your wallet and look at the photos you had collected.

You look at the photos of Jisung, Jisung and Mark, Mark eating his ice cream, everybody together, and then the photo of you that Hyuck had taken. You couldn’t help but smile at them.

You lay down on your bed, realizing how exhausted you were. It didn’t take long for you to fall into a deep sleep; your mind didn’t even give you a chance to wander.

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Part 22

The wall above Demie's bed was covered in Polaroid pictures. He'd found a camera tucked away in his parents' house as a kid, and had been attached to it ever since. He took it with him most places - not like he had a lot of places to go, but still. He could at least take it with him when he took the goats out. 

And he took it to shows - in fact, a lot of the pictures pinned to the wall were of the front entrance of venues he'd played, with the date and name of the venue scribbled on the bottom of the photo. Looking at the dates, he realized just how few he'd gone to since Marius had moved away. 

It wasn't like they'd stopped going to shows just because of Demie's anxiety, either. Demie almost always took the chance to play shows, be he felt more comfortable on stage than he did anywhere else. 

No, it wasn't because of his anxiety that they were doing less shows. But it was still sort of his fault. 

Since Marius had left the band, Demie's vocals obviously became the dominant sound. And he thought he knew how to control it, but apparently he didn't. Because at every show they'd played since Marius had left them, the crowd had gotten out of hand. Demie's voice was stronger than Marius', which meant his powers were stronger, as well. 

Like all of his family, Demie's voice was his primary form of worship. He, and all his relatives, were acolytes of Dionysus, and as such they practiced ritual madness. His own lineage could be traced back to priests of the cult of Dionysus, and as such they were responsible for conducting the sacred rites of their religious ecstasy. It was because of their loyalty to their god that they were given the ability to drive listeners into a Frenzy with nothing but their voices. 

That wasn't that big of a deal during a ritual, which due to time and Roman influence morphed into the Bacchanalia. It was fine if everyone lost their mind a little at what amounted to a massive drunken party in the woods. Not so much at a show put on for non-believers. 

Ever since Marius left the band and Demie's voice was allowed to ring through on its own, unencumbered by the dampening effect of his brother's backup vocals, something bad had happened, or almost happened, at every show. Mostly fights, which Demie could only attribute to the fact that he sang songs mostly about battles and heroes. But then, of course, there had also been the incident that almost made him pack up his guitars for good. 

At their second to most recent show, Demie had noticed the crowd getting physical, but not in the way he was used to. They weren't throwing fists, but touching and grinding against each other in an animalistic way. It was awkward enough, until he'd noticed a man trying to shove his hands up a young woman's shirt while she struggled to get away. 

Demie didn't consider himself a violent person - far from it, he avoided conflict when at all possible - but the idea of someone trying to commit an assault at one of his shows pushed him off the deep end. He'd thrown down his guitar and jumped into the crowd, grabbing the man and pummelling him with his fists until a group of burly metalheads pulled them apart. He was lucky that after a few moments, when the Frenzy wore off, most of the crowd couldn't even remember what had happened, and the man he'd attacked didn't call the cops. 

He told Elaine - and himself - that he wasn't responsible for what the guy had done. He repeated that over and over, trying to get himself to believe it, but a part of him was afraid that he was the reason behind it, that his voice had caused someone to commit assault. And that was a heavy burden he had to live under. 

Which was why, even after having spent weeks talking to Angel, he was still afraid that Angel was still under the effects of his mind control, and that was the only reason they were friends. It didn't help that he kept using his voice in little ways - not harmful ones, but ones that were much more intentional than just singing to a crowd. 

He'd sung to Angel after Angel had been attacked to try and calm him down, and he'd tried to use just his voice to force Angel not to tell anyone about him. And he felt guilty about it. He wanted an actual friend, not to force someone into a friendship. Which was why he didn't call Angel after Angel came over to visit him. He very much wanted to - hanging out with Angel was fun, even if they didn't really do anything. It was just nice to have someone to talk to. But he didn't want to force him into anything. 

So he didn't call, even as the days ticked by without hearing from Angel. 

He was ready to declare it a lost cause, to accept that he'd forced friendship on Angel and that Angel had finally gotten free from his spell, when one day the phone rang. 

He ran across the trailer to the phone, knowing it was Angel even without having caller ID. No one but Angel or Marius ever called the landline. 

"Hello?" Demie said, breathlessly. 

"Hey," Angel said. He didn't waste any time on pleasantries, cutting right to the chase: "Do you wanna go to a music festival with me?" 

"What?" Demie asked. He wasn't really sure he'd heard that right. 

"There's this festival going on in Charleston in a couple of weeks, it's mostly, like, skater bands and emo music, but there are a couple local metal groups playing, and I dunno, I thought you might wanna check it ou--"

"Yes." Demie said automatically. 

Angel laughed. "Wow, you didn't take much convincing." 

He hadn't, but he started to wonder if maybe he should. After all, Elaine had told him he couldn't go into a city if it weren't for a concert. But a festival counted as a concert, in a way, even if he wasn't the one performing. 

And besides, he'd already said yes. It seemed rude to walk that back.

[aesthyuckic]

AVENOIR | l.dh - QUATTUOR

Genre: High School AU (at beginning) ; Tarot Reader!Witch!Hyuck

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: (for future chapters will bold if in use) belief contradictions, mentions of r*pe, blood, swearing, violence, mentions of abuse, slow but with a purpose

Pairings: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader (F)

THE FOOL - innocence, new beginnings, free spirit

Donghyuck was upstairs that evening by himself in the small bedroom. His door was locked behind him while moonlight seeped in through the blinds, giving the only light. He fixed the yearbook that sat on his desk to make it look more natural before he put the polaroids on top of it. He took a few steps back to look at and critique the scene in front of him. He found it to be perfect. He questioned the yearbook and polaroids at first but didn’t do so for too long. She had a plan, it was her problem.

He could feel his heart race in his chest loud enough it was all he could feel and hear as he saw what was in front of and where he was. It was the last time he’d see these things and stand in this room to which his heart slowed down to a somber beat. He shook that idea out of his head, it was too late to go back on it now that he agreed to it. It’s what he wanted, was it not? It was what his heart wanted. He took a deep breath while composing himself back to normal.

He mumbled words of reassurance to himself before he opened his door finally. His siblings were all tucked away in their bedroom, playing video games with each other. He could hear the muffled sounds of commands and sound effects. It would be the last time he ever heard that and it made him stop for a moment and give things a second thought. He trudged on though, down the stairs where his footsteps became lighter as he started to run down.

He found his mother on couch in her usual spot when he got down the stairs which also slowed him down. The picture made him want to turn back and forget about the plan for tonight. It made him want to cry, the idea of him no longer able to be held in the warmth of his mom’s arms after a long day. Or the idea of him coming home to play video games with his younger siblings in their crumb invested bed. His was already missing the idea of the warmth and safety he had to come home everyday.

“Sweetie? Where are you going all dressed up?” She asked, noticing him which knocked him out of his thoughts that almost brought him to tears.

He looked down at himself wearing mostly black leather. The only good, fashionable pieces of clothing he had left in his closet. He really only wore the outfit on special occasions, like parties, in hopes it would attract people to him that way. He felt like he shouldn’t have been wearing it as it wasn’t any of those occasions nor was it a happy occasion.

“A party,” Donghyuck answered, quietly. “I was wondering if I could use the car since it’s my turn to drive, you know, if it’s okay with you.”

He knew how much she hated using the car unless it was absolutely necessary. It was rare when he actually got to drive it.

“Oh,” She said.

“So, can I drive it?” He asked, anticipating.

“Yes,” She nodded, which finally let him let go of the breath he held in his chest. “But, you can’t drink and you have to be home by midnight or the police are gonna start to look for you.”

“I will.”

A big smile appeared on his face as he walked over and grabbed the keys from her. He really hoped she’d say yes as his small bag full of clothing was already in the trunk of the car. He was already at the door, his hand on the doorknob before he looked back at his mom who was also smiling. His grip on the handle tighten as his smile slowly faded when he looked back at her. The heavy feeling overcame him once again.

“Have fun!” She smiled and waved good-bye.

He did his best to put the facade back on to appear normal but the lump that sat snug in his throat made it all so difficult. He still manage to put a grin back on his face. He wanted nothing more than to go and hug her like he’d usually do before he left. He couldn’t bring himself to do so, knowing full well if he did go to hug her goodbye he wouldn’t let go, his grip on her would get tighter and he’d breakdown in her arms with an endless string of apologies.

“Thank you,” He mumbled, softly, clutching the keys in his hands. “I love you... I’ll see you later.”

He opened the front door while he held his breath. He didn’t look back once he closed it behind him. He got in the car, quickly and sat in the driver’s seat for a few moments. He leaned his head back and blinked back the tears that welled up in his eyes. He took a deep breath once again. He made sure he had all the clothes he needed in his bag because after all, they were running away that night. He tried his best to stop thinking as he started to car and left to go to that outlet he’d be meeting Cosimia in.

He looked at the small clock that display the numbers 9:03 in green. He sat in the empty parking lot of the outlet by himself, in silence. The car was off and no noise at all was distracting him from the thoughts that tried to invade his mind, not even the small sound of crickets. His hands remained on the stirring wheel, tightly as he started to space out and lean his forehead against the top of wheel.

What are you doing? You barely know her. How can you just leave behind everything? How are you being so selfish? What are they going to do without you there? Are you really this stupid? Who even are you to think you can do this?

Listen to your heart, not your brain, Donghyuck. You’re letting your brain get the best of you... Isn’t it smart, though? To actually listen to your brain? Your heart only feels, it has no logic...

There was a knock on his window which starlted him up from his position. He looked over, quickly, thinking it was cop until he saw the familiar girl standing there looking back at him. He felt relieve seeing her since she had brought him out of his dilemma, unintentionally. His heavy breathing finally lightened.

Cosimia gestured down to the lock to which he noticed and unlocked for her. She ran to the passenger side and jumped in as he started the car once again. She seemed excited by the way she threw the bag with her belongings and then herself in the car. She buckled her seat belt, a smile complimented by rosy cheeks. He had never seen such a big smile on her face, one of pure joy. Was it weird to say he found himself happy at the fact?

“Oh!” She spoke up. “We need to make a stop before we go to Black Sands beach.”

“Black Sands beach?” He asked. “Why are we going there?”

“You’ll find out,” She shrugged. “But we have to go somewhere first.”

He sighed at the vagueness in her statement but did what she wanted nonetheless. He followed the directions she gave him which lead them to a rich neighborhood near the beach a few towns south. He’d never seen this part of the area before but than again, he always tried to stay out of the richy-rich parts. He felt intimidated by the wealth you saw in just a simple structure. He was confused especially when he pulled into a driveway in front of a townhouse who’s lights were still on.

“What are we doing?” He muttered.

“Just follow me.” She answered, rather playfully while unbuckling her seatbelt and jumping out of the car.

He followed shortly behind her, having no clue what she up to. She walked straight up to the door and rang the door bell which could be heard echoing from outside. The sound of footsteps on wooden floor apporched them. A shadow figure could also be seen from the bottom of the door. The locks turned before behind the door, a small old white lady was revealed.

Cosimia smiled, sweetly at the old lady to which the old lady chuckled out of excitement of seeing the girl in front of her. The unknown women was quick to bring the other into a big hug.

“Oh, Cosimia... I haven’t seen you in forever! It’s like you grew up before my eyes...” The lady gasped while looking the girl up and down with a sad, nostalgic smile and look in her blue eyes.

The teenager chuckled at the words that left the other’s mouth. The lady finally noticed the boy who stood awkwardly behind them in the dark.

“And who’s this?” The elder grinned as if suggesting something to the girl.

“Just a friend, Nana,” She giggled. “His name is Haechan.”

“Well, do you guys wanna come in?” She asked. “I have the fire going. I can make some tea or hot chocolate for you guys.”

“We’d love to, Nana but we’re coming back from a concert and we should get home soon.”

“Oh, well do know to stop by at any time, the both of you.”

“We’ll definitely have to but I wanted to stop by, quickly ... Do you still have that thing my dad gave you after my mom died? I can pay you if you want-“

“Oh, no, dear. I bought your mom that for a reason years ago and I know how much you and her both loved it. I’ll go get it, hold on.”

The lady went back into her house, leaving the front door open. The shadows casted on the wall were clearly caused by the fire that crackled in the background. She shuffled around the room which gave the young girl the opportunity to look back at the boy behind her. He shot her a look of confused which she just smirked before looking back in front of her. The lady came back out with a large rock in her hands which she handed off to the younger. It further confused him.

“Thank you so much, Nana.” She said while she hugged the rock close to her body.

“Of course,” She nodded. “Stop by soon!”

“We will!” She lied. “See you later!”

Donghyuck was already standing next to his side of the car as Cosimia came down the cement steps to her side. They both got in and there was utter silence. She didn’t seem to car by the way she cradled the rock in her arms.

“Can I ask what’s up with the rock?” He asked.

“Look inside.” She tossed the thing into his lap.

He winced at the gesture since it was quite heavy but he managed to catch it before it really hurt him. He noticed that there was a slit in on the flat side of it. He peeked in, not seeing much other than darkness until he put it under the moonlight. The inside glinted as he moved it around.

“It’s amethyst.” She sighed at the fact he didn’t realize.

“Why do you need amethyst?” He questioned as he gave it back to her. “And why did that lady buy it for your mom?”

“Amethyst provides spiritual protection that keep away negative entities and their attacks.” She informed. “It also blocks stress and helps purify. The other part isn’t important. Not right now anyway.”

She sat there and admired the crystal she held in her hands for a moment. The smile disappeard from her face in that moment, realizing she forgot to say something to him.

“Are you sure you wanna go through with this?” She turned to him. “You can go back home... Pretend like this never happened...”

“Yes, I’m sure,” He nodded, not wanting to go back to the thoughts he had earlier that evening. “Black Sands beach, right?”

He started the car and pulled out of the driveway, in a hurry. He wanted things to be over with soon so there was no turning back. He’d already made his decision earlier that day he couldn’t go back on it. He needed it... He wanted it... Luckily for him, every bad thought about his everyday life came to his mind in that moment to sooth him from his guilt and second thoughts.

When he got to the beach, he was ready to leave the car in the parking lot. Cosimia stopped him from turning off the car though.

“Go up there.” She pointed to the hill to their left that had a narrow dirt path on it.

“I don’t think cars are allowed up there.” He said.

“Just do what I say.” She huffed. “Please.”

He sighed out of frustration but followed her demands anyway, even though, maybe he shouldn’t of. He didn’t notice the hill was actually a cliff until they got up to the top. He stopped in front of the warning sign of eroding rocks that was illuminated by the car lights. He turned everything off and both him and the girl stepped out of the car.

The wind from the ocean overloaded his senses, making the hairs on his skin stand up from the cold. The smell of salt and wet rock filled the cool air as well. The waves crashed violently against the sand of the beach and and the cliff they were on. The water and moisture slowly chipped away at what the stood upon as the seagulls still whined loudly around them in the late, dark blue night.

It was exhilarating to feel the cold air on his skin. It made things so tranquil for him, made him feel free like the birds in the sky. He wondered if this is how they felt when they flew. He looked over at Cosimia, who stood with her eyes shut as she too, let the wind overcome her. It seemed like she was finally able to breath and feel a moment of peace for herself. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. She looked out toward the water, watching as the waves came to the shore in a hurry.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go back?” She sighed, still watching the waves.

“Yes.” He was quick to answer the question she repeated for the second time that night.

“You’re really sure?” She snapped her head in his direction, her voice firm in the chaotic wind around them.

“Yes! How many times do you gotta ask?!”

“Okay, grab your things from the back.”

“Why?”

She didn’t answer his question. She got back in the car but only for a brief moment to grab her bag. She left the car door open though. He had no idea what she meant or what she was doing. He had a strange feeling to just follow her order, which he did. He opened the trunk and slung the heavy duffel bag over his shoulder.

“Let the break go.” She said.

“Wait, what?!” He yelled. “I can’t do that! This is my mom’s car! She barely let’s me drive it! I can just send it off the cliff! It cost so much.”

“That’s fine,” She frowned. “I get it’s hard... Maybe I’ll get to see you again in the future if I’m lucky. Thank you though, Haechan. I hope to see you later.”

She accepted his reaction too quickly. She didn’t fight him on it or anything before she turned on her heels and started walking down the cliff. She didn’t look back at him either. It made him upset that she wasn’t trying to convince him otherwise. He finally yelled at her which caused her stop and turn around. They made eye contact for a brief second, he made sure she was watching him. He took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment before reaching inside the car to let the break go.

He ran down the slope and stood next to her as the car became to inch forward. The sound of rock crumbling under the weight of the car was heard. It took the warning sign with it as it dropped below. They heard the sound of metal being damaged by the car hitting the rock on the way down until they finally heard the splash. The tides washed away the parts, the car and their figurative bodies that no one would be able to find, at least not all of them.

They’d be declared dead soon but not before they were declared missing. They tried not to think about that part though, at least Donghyuck tried to not think about that part. He was more focused on why he did what he did. For what exactly? Someone you barely know?

He stood there with the girl next to him but he felt farther away from her than he actually was. The moon reflected in his soft, dark eyes. Mixed emotions filled them. He didn’t notice her staring up at his blank expression as he questioned what he had just done. She didn’t know what to do either. She felt bad for making him do it but it’s what had to be done. She nudged him, lightly, as way to tell him to ‘come on’

Cosimia lead the way down the slope, he was not far behind her. The grass clung to life so desperately under their feet in the same way his lungs begged for proper oxygen. They finally reached what the beach was famous for and named after, the black sand. It was squishy from the tides coming up so high that night, it was almost therapeutic though. They walked down the shore together, no words being said, just the sound of the water between them.

Donghyuck stopped, feeling a buzzing in his pocket that he had become numb to up until now. His phone lit up to show all his missed calls and text, most of them from Mark and Renjun. His mom and sister popped up as well though, more coming in by the moment. His breath hitched in his throat and his chest felt heavy as the phone went dark. He didn’t read any of the text messages or respond to anything. He thought it was best not to have it anyway, so he threw it into the water.

He already felt better. The images of the texts and calls faded into old, similar memories that didn’t make him so sad. He realized he was behind Cosimia who was already down the beach. He ran to catch up with her. Once he did catch up with her, they continued to walk, without words. He felt the urge to talk as he never liked the silence. He didn’t know her either, she was practically a stranger that he was running away with. He didn’t know what was next either, the idea excited him but at the same time, it terrified him.

“Do you think we’ll be alright?” He questioned.

“I’m positive.” She nodded.

“How do you know?” He scoffed, scrunching his nose. “Your crystal?”

“You never asked me if I knew, but yes I know we’ll be alright... And no, it’s because of my crystal.”

“How do you know though?”

“I just do. You’ll know how I do it too in future. Right now, just enjoy the beach, Haechan.”

[minikitti123]

Hey guys, Long Anime Post Here

Hi everyone! This post is gonna be extremely long, so please buckle up! I recently finished watching The Promised Neverland, and I thought it was amazing! I decided to head over to MyAnimeList and take a look at some of the discussions that were going on, and I came across one that I disagree heavily with. The person tries to show inconsistencies within the show, and many of them made no sense to me. I felt compelled to put my arguments and reasons as well. I really enjoy discussions about anime as well as analysis, so I had fun writing up my criticism of this posters problems with the show. I thought the show was awesome, but i know some disagree. Please feel free to share your thoughts with me as well! 

The link to the original post on MyAnimeList is here: https://myanimelist.net/forum/?topicid=1774785

My original response is here: https://myanimelist.net/forum/?topicid=1823693

MyAnimeList is here if you wanna check it out as well: https://myanimelist.net/profile/Minikitti123

THIS POST WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE ANIME THE PROMISED NEVERLAND (NO SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA, THOUGH i HAVE READ IT. THIS IS A WARNING. IF YOU PROCEED, YOU WILL MOST DEFINITELY BE SPOILED.)

(The original Poster is in Bold, my answers are in regular.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Everyone saw her leave with bunny, then next scene bunny is gone and magically in dinning hall. Nobody in the show questions that's strange we just saw her leave with bunny. How did it magically get there? Instead, they contemplate what to do and decide to go drop off bunny. As we’ve seen, Isabella keeps several toys from the children over the years, so it would make sense that she took the bunny from Conny before leaving (whether or not Conny knew she took it is another question altogether, but something tells me that Isabella took it without saying anything and Conny didn’t notice). Ray most likely knew this and set the bunny out of purpose. Whether that was a smart move on Ray’s part, I don’t know. I agree that there were probably better ways to do this but I think that it causes tension, there wouldn’t be as much stress watching a scene if everything went to plan, would it? Also, they may be top scorers, but they are still CHILDREN. Even some of the smartest people I know make mistakes in highly stressful situations, and some people overlook simpler, better answers to problems because they’re too busy making it difficult. “Even tho they are characterized perfect intelligence test scorers, they forgot an important scene that happen couple mins ago. You know what you need in intelligence test? A good memory. It's as if some fairy casted an amnesia spell on all these characters to forget what they just saw. Everyone on this forums said it would be explained and the plothole disproved; however, later episodes only further proves the plothole and ruins the characterization as well.” I don’t necessarily see how this RUINS their characterization. I know several very smart people with a problematic memory. And even if they aren’t, it doesn’t ruin them completely, it just honestly makes them feel more relatable to me, they are incredibly smart but still forget occasionally, ect. Either way though, it is logical to assume that Conny could have set the bunny down before leaving for Isabella to grab. Conny is seen as a little slower on the uptake, so it isn’t that hard to believe she might have absentmindedly set it down and forgot to retrieve it. She is 6, after all. The other characters know that about Conny too. Emma looked shocked that the bunny had been left behind, probably because she DID see Conny with it, and might have been wondering why she set it down. (Sidenote: In the manga, Conny isn’t carrying her bunny in that scene, the anime might have been better off going that route but whatever.) Later, in the story reveals Mother is trained to be high IQ and meticulously collects the toys. Why wouldn't she ask about the bunny from Connie that she just saw? Why would she let bunny be in house, so other kids could find out and thus revealing everything? It goes everything against the character. Isabella could have done that, but it honestly makes more sense for her to just take it without Conny’s knowledge to me. Conny is seen as absentminded, so she most likely wouldn’t have noticed, and if she did, Isabella could have lied and told her it was in the suitcase. Isabella most likely hid the bunny, but Ray would have known where to look and set the bunny out. To be honest, this could have been done better but I don’t necessarily think it ruins anything. Isabella might have thought she didn’t hide it well enough? Not sure, but that’s what I think. Lastly, how come Ray let Emma and Norman leave with bunny, which exposes him trying to ruin Mother because he did nothing to stop them. Ray's suppose to be smart and top scorer. Mother would have figured out Ray betrayed her. 200iqbtw I mean, there’s no reason for Emma and Norman to go without having to take it to Conny, and I’m not sure if Ray could have convinced Emma and Norman to go to the gate for no reason except curiosity. Maybe Norman, but I think that would be against Emma’s character to do that. It could have been done better, but with Emma’s stubborn attitude, would Ray have realistically been able to stop her from going to give the bunny to Conny if she really wanted to? Also, Ray wasn’t meaning for them to leave Little Bunny behind. If they had come back with the toy, Isabella would not have found out and Ray could have probably put the toy back where he found it. That was a mistake in the plan, and was used to create tension. I quite liked it actually. Realistically, Ray should just told them and show them hiding behind bush. Or they finally question Mother's authority and go stalk mother see what happens to Connie. Avoiding the whole bunny plothole situation. Is the writer so desperate for drama to create a betrayal/spy reveal that they have dumb down Ray and Mother? Right, the characters are only smart enough when the plot needs them to be and dumb enough to create shallow forms of tension. This is just one of many inconsistencies. Think about how much Emma loves Isabella, and how much she loves the house. Do you honestly think, with her stubborn, loving personality, that she would have believed Ray? She most likely would have had a similar reaction to Don, and with no proof to back it, what could Ray do? Also, Ray is shown messing around with Emma in the first episode, so Emma could see this as him trying to trick her. Norman I can see a little better, because of his curious nature. Plus, where would they hide? There weren’t really bushes, and hiding in bushes is pretty unrealistic anyway. The demons could smell them, and they barely got away. That would be extremely dangerous for the kids. The writer desperate for drama? He has to create suspense, that’s part of what makes a good story. It’s his job as a writer to make us as the audience feel these things, so yes, that’s the effect he was going for. I don’t see how this dumbs down the characters, and if they hadn’t left Little Bunny, Ray’s plan would have been fine. This is not make the characters “dumb”, it makes them more relatable. Also, Isabella has been working with Ray for 6 years. Ray has never before caused a stir, and has watched his siblings die all this time, all the while spying on them all. What reason does she have to suspect him now, after all this time? If Ray’s plan had gone perfect, there would be no reason except for maybe Emma and Norman’s reactions in episode 2. 1. Ray is given instant camera with Polaroids that works. Who is still working in factories making Polaroids in 2045 during demon apocalypse? Also, why would the mother give Ray a instant camera, a potential threat of proving demons are real. She suppose to have 200iq, where is it??? This is a spoiler for the manga, so I won’t go into this too much, but Krone did say that there were humans other than the ones at the farms, ones that are equal to those of demons. Also, Ray mentions in episode 5 that all the machines he got were “older models”, so realistically, they were probably just old relics and might not even be in make anymore. They don’t make quite a few old video game consoles anymore, but you can still buy them, can’t you? Isabella is shown to be close to Grandma, so she might have special privileges to get items like that. As for you thinking Ray would take a picture of the demons, the next shipment after he received the camera was to be his own. The demons don’t show up unless it is for shipment. He wouldn’t have gotten away with that, period. The most he could have done was take a picture of Isabella’s secret room, but that would have been dangerous and could easily be explained. Isabella is probably thinking, “what’s the harm?” She also has a soft spot for Ray, so in my mind it actually does well for her as a character. 2. The children have complete access to metal utensils, poisons, scalpels, medicine supplies, tools, etc.In what reality would you give your children any access to these. Does no one remember elementary school???? Utensils were plastic, scissors were blunt, desks and chairs corners are blunt, you play with soft balls, glass were plexiglass, and you most certainly had no access to chemicals/poisons lolollllololollllooool. While they do have access to utensils, they have to get a key for the medical supplies and scalpels, so they don’t technically have complete access to it in Isabella’s mind. They were able to access those items because of Krone’s help. Isabella never “gave them access”. Plus, this isn’t elementary school. These kids all do chores, cook, help around the house, ect. The poison was made from standard items kept around the house, like detergent or soap, so it wouldn’t have made much sense to hide these from the older children, who have to do their chores and such. Plus, if Isabella is killed, the kids would be in danger from the signal set off by Isabella’s chip, which Norman and Emma find out from Krone. 3. The kids have unlimited linen rope making all obstacles pointless. Norman first showed the magical rope when he was going to climb wall. The rope turned from only 25 meters rope only enough to tie around tree, then to over 100 meters+. It was so poorly animated and ridiculous. At that point, I thought might as well give the kids ladders. Also, what was the point in having cliff reveal climax, if they can just zipline across with infinite linens? I don’t know if they’re unlimited, but given how many kids there are I don’t think it is that far out there for them to have that much linen. It miht have been a bit more out there as a scene, but it makes at least a little bit of sense. He used the higher altitude of the tree branch in order to create tension on the rope and the gravitational force gave him the momentum to get up the wall. He is very intelligent, so he would have known this was his best way of getting up the wall with his lack of physical ability. A bit far out there? Yes. But this is an anime with demons, is it really all that deep? The cliff reveal was to create even more tension, thinking that there’s no way they can escape unless it’s through the very dangerous bridge, in which Norman figures out another way. 4. Ray steals several canisters of lamp oil. There's still people working oil rigs in 2045 in post apocalypse to get lamp oil???? Mother doesn't even notice nor cares something that is precious. They seem to have plenty of lamp oil, considering Isabella and the other children are seen using them throughout the series. Ray has had 6 years to prepare, taking one or two at a time would not be nearly as noticeable as you think. Like I said before, manga spoiler, but Krone does mention other humans besides those in the farms. 5. Endless supplies of food, when they plan their escape on the end of shipment date. How can you have more food at the last day of shipment date, when you spend all those resources training and exercising. You have to eat ton food to build muscle; otherwise, your body starts to eats itself. Also, how does mother not notice food supply being used rapidly? Literally, a huge indicator they are training. She suppose to be smart and monitoring supplies, so she can request more. They never claimed to have an infinite amount of food, but if every kid took a little from every meal every single day for more than two months leading to the escape, that could build up to quite a bit very quickly. They most likely at about the same, probably just a little under to be able to save food. Gaining muscle wasn’t necessarily their goal, it was more to become faster, more vigilant, faster at making decisions, ect. Isabella was busy keeping her eyes on Emma and Ray, and possibly even Don and Gilda, but she had absolutely no suspicion about any of the other children, making the build up of food a lot more reasonable and realistic. They most likely don’t take enough for her to notice, taking in small increments. -Unlimited access knowledge, despite them being sheltered and demons don't censor. How nice of them. I wouldn’t call their knowledge infinite or unlimited, and I’m sure the demons do slightly sensor, but this is supposed to be an “orphanage”. What sense would it make for the kids not to know a single thing about the outside world, wouldn’t that make them more curious? They are supposed to grow up happy and healthy, with hopes and dreams and aspirations. It makes sense for them to at least have a tiny bit of understanding about the outside. a. Norman knows how to lockpick, when it is convenient for the plot to make rope. It is convenient, I’ll give you that. But he might have learned it from a book, who knows? b. Ray knows rfid chips and how to make small taser. Why would demons give them information on rfid chips or how to make a taser???? I’m sure the demons didn’t just give children all the information to make a taser, but Ray is more in the know about everything because of his memory. He has Isabella to give him occasional information and machines, so he experiments. Ray is shown as being excellent with machines and is very intelligent. c. They know to look for cameras, listening devices, and even Morse code in 2045. The demons are smart enough to conquer the human species, but too dumb to notice pattern codes being written on books? It’s not that the demons aren’t smart enough to notice the codes, they probably just don’t bother checking. They most likely consider the children to be just meat, even if they are incredibly intelligent meat. They are underestimating them BECAUSE the demons have the upper hand. They probably think that there’s no way that a mere human could get the best of them. None of this makes sense why would the demons give them the world's information and not censorship. Majority of dominant groups in history censors information from the losing side. Because, like I stated, this would make them even more curious. Even just not being allowed past the gate gives the characters reason to be curious and to try looking outside. To an extent, I am sure they are censoring, just not as much as you might think they should. Also, The demon goal is develop high iq kids not knowledgeable ones. Instead, the books would be filled with math questions, probabilities, puzzles, and other problem solving to increase IQ. It shouldn't have the world information because that would make them curious about the world and want to explore outside of the farm. The writer seems doesn't understand the difference between high IQ and being knowledgeable. I’m sure they have plenty of books like that, but the demons are underestimating the abilities of the children so they think it couldn’t possibly hurt. I personally think NOT having the information would make them even more curious. I’m sure the writer understands just fine, thank you. -constant last minute flashbacks to gain pitty pts, instead of a natural character building from the start. How am I suppose sympathize wit 2d characters in a contrived scenario with demons and now you develop them when they are dead or their story arc is over. Why didn't you develop them from start, so I get to be immerse how real characters are? It is like building a house's foundation last and walls fall apart. I like how you say “last minute” flashbacks like this isn’t employed in basically any shounen anime ever. This technique is used all the time in anime, and are not really even constant. If you don’t like the flashbacks that’s cool, it’s your opinion, but I happen to like what it does for a character. The characters are developed well, in my opinion, even without the flashbacks. Sorry, just my opinion, I think it works (overuse is kinda monotonous though, to be fair). -Plot armor Plot armor Plot Armor. This show should be called Plot Armmor a1. Mother breaks Emma leg, but can't kill her cause Plot armor. There is no real threat in this show because of plot armor this show established. I’m sorry, what? Do you know how many problems that would cause for Isabella? Even if Grandma is on her side, I doubt all the demons would be so forgiving of her mess-up. She would have taken a serious hit in her reputation at the very least, especially since Emma is so valuable as merchandise. The threat is real, because now Norman can’t run away without leaving Emma behind. Plot armor is a no here, because there is a very good reason for Isabella not to kill Emma. a2. Norman no death scene when red shirts are given. Can't kill main character offscreen that's bad writing, so he has PLOT ARMOR. Making all flashbacks pointless. It isn’t necessarily bad writing, it just makes the audience wonder a little more and the ends are a bit looser, it leaves room for interpretation. I don’t know why you would see this as plot armor, that makes no sense. a3. Don going ziplining without a safety rope. Ofc he get it first try cause he has plot armor. To an extent, this is a fair point. However, the kids are shown practicing ziplining using rope, so doesn’t it maybe make sense he would have practiced with slinging the rope and sliding on the same rope? If he didn’t get it first try that night, he would be dead, but it most likely wasn’t his first practice. a4. The constant empty threats or glances, when they have plot armor. You know they aren't going to kill the main characters early. What makes it even worse is that they know they have plot armor established in episode 2, when Norman calculates their value. They had to kill 36 kids to get 3 perfect scoring kids. To an extent the threats are empty, but Emma got her leg broken and Norman was sent off, and Ray was next. Ray would have gone through with his plan to light himself up if not for Emma and Norman. Just because those other children aren’t perfect scorers, that doesn’t mean they weren’t highly valued. I’m sure there were several older, intelligent kids who made it to 12 as well. So, to an extent, I see your point, but I disagree. This why Asian horror films and older horror films don't put their characters under threat early. It's insulting and gimmicky because once you see one horror film with jumpscares/fake tension moments and nothing happens then you know gonna be same for rest films. I don’t really understand the point you’re trying to make here, so I’m just gonna leave this one alone for the most part. I think it does very well at building up tension and some of the jump scares genuinely shook me a little bit. Instead, they spend time developing their characters first. So, that viewers emotionally attach to them, when shit goes down in end you care for them. This is why the whole crux of decent horror/thriller/psychological show is character development, which this show has major problems in. I don’t agree that the characters are developed badly, so there isn’t much point on me commenting on this part. mom -conflict of character empathy b1. 1st ep shown hugging Connie picture alone implying she does have empathy for kids. However, 2nd ep kids figured out she has murdered at least 36+ kids possibly even 60kids, and she goes so far as collects kids toys that were shipped. How does it make sense for her to show no signs of trauma, have no coping mechanisms, nor she is emotionally disconnected? She continues to try emotionally connect with the kids. You would have to be a psychopath to have a remainder of all kids she watch die and go on as if nothing happened or committed suicide along time ago. The toys would constantly trigger her traumatic events. I don't understand how can people say she is realistic. 36+KIDS!!! PEOPLE!!! NOT EVERYONE REACTS THE SAME WAY TO TRAUMA. Sorry, I just had to get that part out. Isabella, having been in that place herself, obviously does have empathy for the kids, because she understands what it’s like to be in the dark and to later on have to face the horror of it herself. But, even in real life, sometimes people do what they have to do to survive. And that’s what Isabella does. In my opinion, her even showing empathy and emotion at all is proof that it fucks with her at least a little. For example, the longing way she touches the photograph Ray takes of her, or her face when Norman asks if she is happy in episode 10, both show her as affected by it all. She sings that lullaby constantly, almost like an anxiety crutch. Emotionally connecting with the kids is her wish, even if she does have to kill them later. Despite it being really screwed up, she really does want them to be the happiest they can be before death. After all, there’s not a single thing she can do to stop it. Is she a psychopath? I don’t think so, but I don’t know for sure. Maybe? The whole reason for her being a mom is to survive, everything she has gone through, why would she kill herself? Like I said, everyone deals with trauma differently. - 200iq btw perfect scores c1. Mother brings in krone, who trains and gives tons info to kids on how to escape. It completely backed fired for mother. How did she not see this coming, when becoming nanny is competitive field. The reason Isabella brought Krone was because she was already actively suspicious of Ray, and wanted to deter him with a force he couldn’t control. Ray is used to knowing everything and being able to control a situation, but this is not something he was prepared for. She might have seen it coming, but she most likely thought the kids wouldn’t get anywhere either way, so she was underestimating them. She killed Krone either way, so I guess it doesn’t matter. c2. She does literally nothing, which exposes Ray as spy. Why didn't she do anything to protect his cover? Why didn't she do anything to reinforce her side of story??? Up to this point in the story, she is most likely at least a bit suspicious of Ray. She probably figured it wouldn’t matter if his cover was blown, because Emma would never leave him behind regardless. c3. She lets them go to wall all the time and only caught them once, let's them train, gives them tons information to help their escape, she let's them tell other kids exposing her, let them plan, and in end she even let's them escape. Only time she catches them is to break Emma's leg, which is sign of desperation. After completely losing the information game for doing nothing, she begs for help from grandma to deal with krone, which was her mistake to begin with. How is she 200iq and playing 10d chess again? Like I said, she is underestimating them. With all the difficulties like the wall, the younger children, getting over the cliff, the security near the bridge, ect, she probably just thought it wasn’t possible. She might have been desperate and only caught them this time to break Emma’s leg because of Norman’s upcoming shipment. She needed to ensure none of them would go anywhere. She didn’t really beg grandma for help, she knew grandma would take her side and gave Krone the chance to not betray her, even though Isabella knew she would. Pretty decent strategy, but not perfect. c4. She wasted all her time on radio and signaling demons, which is bad idea because why would tell your 0 tolerance boss, who eats humans, that you majorly fucked up. Instead, she could have used that time to catch up to Emma break her leg again and forcing all kids back home again. She even caught up to them in end. Imagine not wasting that time on radio. Honestly, I completely agree with this one. Maybe she wasn’t thinking straight because she was panicking? I don’t think she could have forced all the kids home, but they wouldn’t have left Emma, so that would have definitely been the better option for her to take. Maybe she wanted them to escape after all? She seemed fine letting them go in the end scene, maybe she was giving them time or just genuinely didn’t think about it? But honestly, would it have really mattered? The kids might have been able to overpower her together, and even if they killed her, they would probably have enough time to get away before demons showed, and the tracking devices were now null, so.. idk. krone d1. krone copes through violence and beating doll. She is only character that is consistent with her story. However, she is a useless character for the story and actually ruins the other characters. I don’t think she is useless, she is another take on the trauma and stress of going through what Isabella did, and was good for creating tension and giving the children information. I quite liked her, actually. Her death scene was haunting to watch, and it could maybe show that this is what would happen if Isabella messed up as well? Who knows. -mom loses development because time spent on krone. -mom looks like a moron. krone trains kids and give them tons info. This also weakens the kids characters, instead of the kids the opportunity to prove their smart. Mom actually gains because of Krone. She is shown as business woman, no nonsense, though she is also seen bragging about her children to Krone, showing she does actually care a little. It gives Isabella more edge to be even scarier later on. It doesn’t weaken the kids’ characters, because half the information they asked, they already knew the answer. They were trying to test Krone to make sure she wasn’t going to lie. They needed the information, and they got it. Not stupid on their part to use an opportunity freely given to them. Always make use of what you have before it’s gone. d2. Her flashback of them learning martial arts made no sense. Seeing how moms never use it. In the ten years, not once she used it and only gets dull over time. Also, the kids would never fight 1 on 1 lolol this isn't a fighting anime. To an extent, it makes sense, but I agree with your point a bit. However, I think Isabella used her fighting knowledge to successfully make a clean break in Emma’s leg, so there is a tiny reason for why this is in there at least. d3. ep 3 or 4 krone shows tracking device shows kids location during hide and seek. ep 7 the first thing krone shows kids tracking device only shows 1 dot , when emma and norman are there. In ep 11, they show that there were kids behind door overhearing whole convo to prove moms selling them to demons. Krone should have saw all bright dots on tracking device of all kids behind door. However, none of them show up on tracking device. Even tracking device only allowed to show kids when plot needs it. This is actually a very good point, and one I hadn’t really thought of. norman e1. 2nd episode he has trouble climbing tree, so emma has to climb for him. forgot episode #, but he runs up perpendicular to wall lolololo. He defys the laws of gravity, yet jumping to otherside of cliff is impossible for him lol. Bad writing because it ruins the climax reveal of the cliff, since he can obviously just jump over. Also, they could just escape that night. They built up that cliff reveal by having viewers being curious as why is security lax, only to be ruined by previous scene norman running up wall defying gravity. Norman doesn’t defy laws of gravity, he uses the gravitational pull of the higher branch to gain momentum enough to swing himself up, in like an arc. Is it a little crazy? Yeah, but it’s an anime, and it fits his character well enough at least. Obviously he can’t just jump to the other side, he doesn’t have the strength of Don to throw far enough, and the area he was at first wasn’t the area they crossed anyway. This does not at all ruin the reveal in my opinion. e2. He's shown to care about kids, but connie death traumatic experience but shows nothing afterwards. That's not how first time experiencing trauma works. They would be having nightmares involuntary screaming for at least a week. You can't just magically alter your body's reactions. Norman is shown having nightmares later on, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t having any about Conny before that scene is shown. Not everyone screams in their nightmares, some people twitch, gasp, or just sweat and lie still. I’m just saying, everyone has different reactions. e3. He's curious to go to wall all time, but never curious to lockpick the gate and see whats outside the wall or open all doors in house find mother lying even more. He already knows Mother is liar, when she said going to wall is dangerous. Why wouldn't he want to explore more? Again he's curious, but never questions the following: -why can't they go past line mother said not to - which first episode they prove she is lying and at the gate during day looks like 5 years old. -why they never allowed to go to outside -why do they never meet the parents adopting -why have they never gotten any letters from kids that are adopted -why they are labeled numbers on side of their neck If he was realistically this smart, then he would have question everything mother has lied about and realized sooner they're in a prison with numbers labeled on them. There’s a simple reason for this, and it’s that he trusts her enough not to look into it too far. Plus, none of the rooms give anything away, only the gate, the fence, and the secret room, which he does not know about at that time. Young people, even if they are curious, place heavy amounts of trust in the words of adults, and he has no reason at this point not to trust in Isabella. He suspects she lies, but most likely thinks that it is for his own good. The letter thing is more suspicious, but I highly doubt he is gonna disobey just for that. Norman has been in this place since he was a baby, and all his siblings have numbers, so it makes sense to just think of them as normal. Even though he is curious, he is placing trust in Isabella as his caretaker, which several children, even ones who are victims of abuse, do as well. It’s just a kid thing. e4. He shows off to krone that he can run faster than her. He is characterize as mature and strategist, yet shows off all strategies and proves he's faster than krone. Basic strategy 101 don't give your enemy all your strategies and don't showoff proving your capable. When you are strong, pretend you are weak. To create doubt and uncertainty. Krone would have most likely known Norman was holding back on purpose. Norman is still more nervous about Isabella than he is of Krone. That strategy would work, but I think Norman has it to not hold back. Krone might have gotten a little more slowed due to having already been sprinting for 20 minutes. e5. doesn't even contemplate on capturing or murdering mother. Killing mother eliminates the threat, who knows them. 2nd reveals the demons response time to situation, how far is reinforcements, and that moms tracking device signals them. Ray and Norman contemplate this in episode 3, but it is revealed by Krone in episode 7 that killing Isabella would set of an alarm to the demons. Norman is playing everything safe and planning before launching an attack. He is planning ahead rather than being impulsive. e6. Capturing is best option before they escape. So, mother doesn't warn or goes after them like it did in finale. It was so bad. She could went after them and break their legs again. Capturing her might have worked, but think about how strong Isabella is. It would have been difficult. Emma tried to hold Isabella back and got her leg broken. Don is one of the strongest and I have my doubts he could have taken down Isabella. e7. Why did Norman plan on escaping on last day of shipment, when food supplies are depleted, as noted above. Also, the demons will know they are escaping because no one shows up for shipment. The best time escape is a month in so they have 1month of food reserves to start a new life and the demons wouldn't know. How are you going to survive with low food rations?? Are chickens just gonna magically appear and feed them? What kind master plan is this? Food supplies are not depleted, they are being stored. Waiting until the last minute was a good idea so they could gather until the very end. They stored food for months for this. The demons wouldn’t have known without Isabella letting them know that night, and being the night before shipment, that gave them an entire day to get gone before the demons came after them. ray f1. exposes himself to mom doing nothing to stop norman or emma from going to gate and delivering the bunny. He could have said he can deliver the bunny and the rest can stay in house. Mom should known ray betrayed her and stop giving stuff. Ray should known this exposes him. I gave my answer to this above, but to summarize, it could have been done better, but if all had gone to plan, it would have definitely worked. Isabella has a soft spot for Ray I think, so she allows him closer to her regardless. f2. Only wants them three to escape, when having groups people spread increases his chances for survival. if they escape in all directions, this is best chance of them surviving. Also, more cannon fodder/ red shirts to protect main characters. Ray should know this by reading all his books. Larger groups don’t necessarily mean increasing chances of survival. In fact, the more people, the worse it would be to get them all out safely. They would never want to split up the entire group, there’s no way. I hate to say it, I wanted them all to get out, but when Ray said it was impossible I found myself agreeing a little bit. The plan worked and I am very happy it did, but it could have easily gone wrong. The “cannon fodder” comment is gross and I’m just not gonna touch that one. f3. gives away info that don and gilda knows the truth, when they can be potential wild card. Why give enemy info?? Now, Mom knows to watch them, but of course she doesn't cause of plot. They get away training and building ropes. He does, but Isabella was smarter and caught him. Isabella doesn’t watch them as closely because of Emma and Ray being the more dangerous to look out for, and she probably didn’t think Don and Gilda could do it on their own. What Isabella didn’t know was that there were more children involved. f4. Fetus memories Not fragmented memories. Fully detailed fetus memories of bridge and being close to demon hq lololo. Again deprives ray demonstrating his genius and instead given knowledge by the writer. Why didn't he share any info on bridge being demon hq, beforehand? He doesn’t have fully detailed memories, just snippets. He doesn’t know everything, just where he came from and a bit about the demons and other children. If he had full details he would have known all about the best way to escape, but he didn’t. He didn’t know about the bridge, just that the babies came from headquarters and they came through the gate. f5. Escaping at night is dumb strategically wise. Because of poor vision and they are running. If one of them trips, someone sprains their ankles. It's over. Of course that won't happen because that's realistic. Also, if the demons have Helicopters or Predator drones with thermals, they are fucked. He's suppose to be the Technology expert btw. This is a fair enough point. It would be very dangerous. But, to be fair, during the day they would have had no chance of getting away without alerting Isabella. The fire would have only really worked as a plan at night. The demons may be capable of that, but they were watching the bridge, not the cliff. Ray was planning on being a distraction so he thought the kids would make it to the bridge before Isabella could alert the demons. emma g1. there's no backstory about her or any explanation for her behavior. There's literally nothing. You see glimpses of the dynamic between her, Ray, and Norman in Norman’s flashback, and the one fron the very beginning. She is characterized as being stubborn (she keeps trying to see and talk to Norman while he is sick), but kind and fun-loving, just through those flashbacks. There is something, but obviously you weren’t looking hard enough. g2. emma cutting her ear was pointless and only delayed mother like 10 seconds. She even caught up to them, despite her wasting all her time on radio and not going after them. She could just met up in forest with other kids like mother told her to, then taser the device in the forest before going to the wall. Her cutting her ear only told mother that she is escaping. If she didn't cut her ear, mother would assume she was with kids. Perfect test scorer btw. Emma did not have the time to very carefully cut the tracker out, and the other children had the taser, so this was honestly the best way to make time for herself and the children. What you said could have worked, but I also think that Emaa cutting her ear placed a lot of pressure on Isabella, distracting her and possibly making her lose focus, which is possibly why she made her dumb decisions. I think it was a good move, but maybe not a completely 100% necessary one. g3. let's ray going thru suicide plan, instead of telling him norman's plan. At no point she just tells ray the plan before he lights the match. She suppose to be caring. Why would she risk matching lighting up. Another pointless dramatic scene for sake of being melodramatic. They had all this time to train, hid food, tell other kids, but can't tell ray cause drama. Emma could have told him Norman’s plan, very true. But then it wouldn’t have been as exciting to watch, it wouldn’t have the same tension, the suspense. I think this moment actually places even more personality to Ray as well. Plus, Ray might not have agreed and found it too risky, he wanted to die anyway, had since the beginning. This was Emma’s best shot at saving Ray’s life. The writer’s job is to make drama. Just saying. g4. Experiences traumatic experience even goes so far to puking on Connie's death, then nothing. Ptsd patients take therapy and even necessary meds. Next day just gets over it and everything is fine. Realistically, she would be having nightmares for month and screaming involuntary at night waking up whole house. It's like they forgot traumatizing experience seeing Connie's dead body. Of course, because Connie is just another plot device shock value. Emma doesn’t just “get over it”. She has nightmares, she is probably constantly thinking about Conny, she wants to save the other kids because of what happened to Conny, which is why she keeps mentioning her in the first couple episodes. She still has trouble putting up a wall around mom, and she is so determined partly because of what she saw. I don’t know how you can honestly say that Emma doesn’t care, it’s ridiculous. Also, forgot to talk about demon scene saying it's ok to kill the kids. This is bad writing because brain dies off first in couple minutes. This why you are taught in middle school health class, taken cpr, or watch medical dramas past 6mins and they are brain dead. 3mins in and the brain is already suffering severe damage. How can demons live off dead brain mush, when they been culling off kids for an intelligent brain. why does pointing out terrible writing matters? Because you are lowering the writing standards for horror/psychological/thriller genre. The only thing going for this genre has is the quality of writing. It's not fighting or boobie anime, where you can have shitty writing, but amazing fighting choreography and as anime connoisseurs call it "artwork". The millions dollars that is spent on this anime could been spent to help bigger budget with other better animes or even help Japanese films for better productions. Or instead of giving them money for a fake 2d emotional abuse children scenes, actually donate the millions of dollars to real abused children charities. Your point here is ridiculous, plenty of people love this anime (me included). I could say the same thing to you, I’m sure you enjoy a show that I don’t. Why waste money on that, donate to charity instead! Let me tell you, I donate to charity every single month. What people do with their money and budget is THEIR business and not yours. If someone wants to use their money on making a shitty movie or something, let them. It’s their money. I had fun writing my opinion on your critiques, but this makes you sound tepid and shallow. This would makes sense for superhero shows that have awful heavily edited action scenes, but is high rated cause the viewership is bunch 5 year olds, who can't think yet. However, people here watch 100+ animes, read tons of mangas, and write long descriptive reviews and not realize the bad writing in this show? What's worse is that 62,587 believe this show writing is perfect and complete masterpiece. 97,932 think the writing is actually good. This is far more horrifying than demons. Does it make you feel better to discredit other people’s opinions? I really enjoyed this show, and you didn’t. That’s fine. But what you’re saying is that people shouldn’t enjoy the show, and even call them five year olds, and that is ridiculous. Grow up. I know you aren’t gonna read this, but I had fun, and I hope people liked it. Please feel free to put your opinions! I’d love to chat about them!

[angelicrome]

babyblue ✦ c.h

✽ requests, feedback or just asks - masterlist

pairing: calum hood x reader

warning: no. like a bit of swearing maybe.

author’s note: read it, it's great, an amazing concept. 

✽ Description: Y/N is working late as a waitress in a mediocere resturant, even though it was not what she wanted to. But the evening gets a bit more exciting when four fellas her age walks in. A certain brown boy catches her eye and she really cannot forget him. 

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You waddled your way through the tables. You were serving your last table. This table and then you were done for today. Over and out. You couldn’t wait to get home, get in your pyjamas and watch The Bake-Off or whatever you could find that could calm you down. Seeing people competitive bake had always had a calming effect on you.

You turned around the corner to see the last table. It was a couple and it was clearly one that had been together for a long time.

“Was that all?” You asked in your waitress-voice. It was a lot friendlier, kinder and a little bit higher than your normal voice. The couple both looked up at you. She was a redhead with freckles all over her head and some on her left arm, too. She had a thick Scottish accent and a very opening smile. The guy she was with had brown, almost black hair and were just as pale as her. His glasses were a little too nerdy and they seemed to take his focus off his charming face. You noticed she had a dazzling engagement ring on her finger.

“Yes, that would be all. And we’ll just pay in cash,” she answered and took out her purse, already looking for a wallet. The guy began his search for his wallet as well.

“Great. I’ll bring the check over.” You turned around quickly on the heel and started walking to the cashier counter and pulled out the check. It had been a busy night which was why the couple was placed in the corner, but most of the visitors had left the place almost empty. There were two friend groups who was sitting in each of their sides of the restaurant, then there was a clear first date situation who seemed to hit it off pretty well and then there was the cute couple you were serving.

You loved the restaurant you worked in with your whole heart. At daytime, it was so upbeat and energetic to be in but at nighttime, the energy soothed out and it was cosy and warm to be in. The counter and register were in the middle of the restaurant and behind it were the kitchen where there was a huge staff on Saturdays, but a small staff on Wednesdays. The tables were made of wood, the chairs were made of wood, the walls were made of woods, the floor was made of wood. Everything was made of wood, but it gave something to that cosy-vibe it had. Besides the chairs and tables were all in different pastel colours. The lights in there were bright yellow and warm and there were very few actual lamps and a lot of fairy lights. The wall decorations weren’t that expensive. There were some cheap paintings that the manager had bought in, but a lot of the wall decorations were polaroids. It was an idea that one of your friends had purposed to the manager; to have polaroids of the restaurant hanging all over the place. So some places there were plastered old and new polaroids on the walls, some were hung up nice and systematic while others were just hung up as a huge mess. It was totally random polaroids with random motives and what was on the polaroids. Some were with a couple of famous people, others were just random people who wanted to be on the wall. But again, it gave something to the vibe which you liked. It made the restaurant feel more like a home than a business.

The only two waiters left were you and your colleague Adam, who you never really liked and he never really liked you. But you talked together when you were working and you could handle each others company and that was all that mattered to you.

“I can’t wait to go home,” you said to Adam who was writing a check for two of his tables, too. He nodded to agree with you and let out a small “Mmmh” sound.

You swayed your way through the tables to the couple in the corner. The tables weren’t exactly systematic either. They were placed randomly where they looked the best - at least that’s what the manager had said. It looked like a mess. 

“Here’s your check,” you laid it on the table and began balancing the plates and glasses on your arms and fingers. You were getting pretty good at that task.

“Thank you.” The Scottish lady sang and put in half of the money and the man put on the other half.

You started walking away but turned your head to the couple as they were on their way out. “Oh, and congratulations on that ring.” You said in your normal-voice and winked. The lady chuckled and bit and the man had a wide smile on his face as he said “Thank you, I am one lucky man” and then they walked out of the restaurant. They kissed on their way out. 

You got behind the counter and started putting the dishes in the kitchen as Adam was just watching you, with widened eyes, clearly wanting to say something to you. The only people left were one of the friend groups, but they were on their way out as well. After you finished with the dishes, you dried your hands off in the pastel blue apron you had to wear for the job and started taking it off to put it under the counter for the next waiter. You could still feel Adam’s stare, so you turned to look him in the eye, with the apron still in your hand.

“What, Adam?” You sighed and clenched the apron a bit in your hand. You wanted to go home so badly.

“Well, I just wanted to ask you if you might want to cover the rest of my shift for me?” He said with a fake smile and furrowed brows. You could hear the desperation and hope in his voice but immediately cut him off.

“Adam, I just wanna go home and cuddle with my dog and sleep and text my mom and-“ and you continued while Adam was talking over you; “I just got a text from me crush telling me to come over, this is an opportunity, don’t you want me to be happy?”

You didn’t hear and didn’t care what he was saying.

“I’ll give you 100 dollars.” Adam raised his voice and said it without blinking while the two of you were standing face to face, almost in a stare-off. You weren’t gonna say no to that offer.

“Deal.” You shook his hand and gave him a small nod. “I want them in cash tomorrow morning.”

Adam nodded and put his phone in his pocket before throwing his apron under the counter. You sighed and thought to yourself that you were gonna make it. The restaurant was empty so you could just do nothing plus it was only an hour and a half before you could call it a night. An hour and a half till the clock struck 1 in the morning. You sat down on a bar stool that was always behind the counter, for times like these. It was quiet and all you could hear was the sound of the dishwasher in the kitchen. You didn’t even want to go out in the kitchen because you knew it was Tommy and Cecilia on the shift and you disliked those two more than you disliked Adam. Well, you liked Tommy, Tommy was quite nice but Cecilia was a bitch. One time she spilt the leftovers of a milkshake over you, just because you had made a joke about her hair. And not even a cruel one, just a funny, innocent joke that everyone laughed at. Ever since that day she had been mean to you - and you couldn’t handle a mean bitch right now. After all, the soreness and exhaustion had kicked in and all you wanted was to go home.

You stared right at the front door that was made of glass so you could see the very few people who were walking outside. There was that sweet couple who kept walking back and forth, laughing every time they walked past the restaurant. Then there was one shady guy who stood far away from the door, you could barely see his shadow but you knew he was there. At some point, four lads came into the picture and you leant your head back as you watched them get closer. Two of them were dressed in leather jackets and they all had a blonde-brownish hair colour except for one with very dark hair. They were on the way to the restaurant and you got up from the stool to greet them. You hoped they were nice because four men could be scary to handle when you were alone. The door opened and the little bell above the door ringed. You normally didn’t even notice that the restaurant had a bell because it was always quite loud in the room.

The first that came in was wearing a white buttoned down shirt with a leather jacket. He had long hair and he reminded you of a golden retriever. He was also the tallest. Following him were a guy with a yellow-ish sweater and black skinny jeans and a long brownish fringe. The following looked around the restaurant and for a spilt second, you had eye contact with him. He smiled shortly, making a few dimples appear. He had short, curly hair and was wearing a black leather jacket too and with a checkered shirt underneath. The last one was the most interesting. He was wearing a coral-pink slogan tee with black skinny jeans. His brown hair was a mess and his eyes were widened as if he was trying to stay awake. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes had so much depth. You tried your best not to check him out, but how could you not? He had a nice tan and quite a body which had a few beautiful tattoos on it. He looked at you, for quite a while, but he didn’t smile or anything. You gave him an insecure smile but he turned his face away. He didn’t seem unfriendly or unkind though. He just seemed like he didn’t want to go out with the three fellas in front of him.

The tallest and the guy in the yellow sweater were chuckling at something as they sat down in the middle of the room. They were sitting around a large pastel-blue wooden table with chairs in different past colours, the brown-haired and the one with the checkered shirt were talking together, quietly. They found the drink menu on the table and started discussing what they should drink. The one in the yellow sweater said that he shouldn’t drink alcohol anymore which the other three didn’t seem too happy about. They were all a little silent which didn’t really comfort you; you normally wouldn’t have four young fellas walk in at almost midnight and be that quiet.

You gave out a small groan as you found four menus behind the counter and made your way to the boys. You took your steps carefully as you prepared your waitress-voice and went over what you had to say. Welcome, I’ll be your waitress for tonight, can I take your drinks and all of that stuff.

“Hello and welcome. I’ll be your waitress for tonight. Here are the menus,” you handed out the four menus and were already tired of your own voice. It seemed too sweet, you thought to yourself.

The one with the checkered shirt mumbled: “thank you” while the tallest one whispered a small “nice” with a weird accent. They were definitely not from here. 

“Are you ready to order drinks?” You asked and put your hand in the pocket of your blue apron to look for the pen and paper that always were with the apron. The waitress outfit consisted of the baby-blue apron and white skate-dress and a pair of white heeled boots. You actually liked the outfit, it was quite adorable on you. You had your hair up in a tight ponytail but by now strands and locks of hair had just fallen out and were in your face and the tight ponytail wasn’t that tight anymore. You pulled out the paper but kept looking for the pen. But you already knew it was pointless and that you had forgotten it at the counter. “Sorry, but I forgot my pen, so I’m just gonna-“

You were cut off by the one in the checkered shirt. “Oh, I have one.” He pulled out one from his leather jacket and you couldn’t help but look surprised. The three others started laughing as the guy would try to come up with an explanation as to why he had a pen in his pocket. The explanation sounded like he was telling a joke or a funny story.  You noticed the tanned boy’s smile and couldn’t help but let out a small smile yourself.

“Now there’s another reason why I have a pen on me,” the one with the checkered shirt turned to you with a serious face. You didn’t say anything but just smiled and took the pen as he handed it to you. “It’s because I can help you. In times like these.”

You coughed lightly and nodded before returning to the rest of the table. “Thank you, I appreciate that. Now back to those drinks? Have you made up your mind?” You asked again and the one with the yellow sweater was the first to answer.

“I’ll just have a water,” he looked up at you and you noticed how blue his eyes were. Almost as blue as your apron.

“Me too,” The tallest guy said and looked at the one with the checkered shirt. “I’m way too drunk already.”

It was weird because they didn’t seem like they were hammered. Except for the guy with the checkered shirt.

“No! No waters for either of you!” He shouted with a hidden grin, making the tanned boy make a scared expression that quickly got replaced with a giggle. “This is the last show in North America and we about to fucking celebrate. Where the fuck did your party-mood go?”

You felt awkward and confused; where they a band? And the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. They sure looked as a band.

“What Ashton is trying to say here,” the tanned boy said as the first thing he even said. His voice was deep and sort of soothing - perfectly for an audiobook - or singing. Ashton was probably the one with the checkered shirt, you thought. “Is that we need, or I need two shots of tequila and then I also need a vodka/juice kind of drink.”

You noted it on the paper and looked at the three others. “I’ll take the same,” Ashton said and the other three jumped on the same wagon. You wrote it on the paper and looked at them again.

“Anything else?” You asked, knowing that they would probably buy-

“Some of your finest wine,” Ashton obnoxiously howled, taking the words out of your thought and making it a reality. It was good that they were the only ones in the restaurant because otherwise you would have had to kick that Ashton-guy out.

You nodded. “Alright. You’re probably gonna need some time to look at the menus, right?”

“Yes, that would be nice, thank you.” The tanned boy gave you a small smile. It made your stomach turn as his brown eyes met yours. They were quite simple yet complex. You hated that you wanted to stare at him, drool over him and that he already could make him blush when you didn’t even know him. You went behind the counter and started making the drinks ready.

The bar was just beside the counter and in the busy hours, there would usually stand a professional bartender for the more complex drinks. Luckily all they ordered was shots, and some drinks with only two ingredients in them so it was pretty easy for you to make. You put the drinks on a platter and took a bottle of the finest wine and walked towards the table. They had all started to become louder and louder for every minute passing. You were started to notice how drunk they were. You looked over and saw Ashton and that tanned boy giggling at something the tall boy had said. They were all pretty good looking, actually. They also seemed pretty close and you wondered if they were just a couple of gay couples hanging out.

You gave them each of their drinks and one shot each and placed the fine wine in the middle of the table.

“A’ight, we just gonna do the shots now or…” The tall one questioned, but the one with the yellow-sweater had already downed his and let out a small moan.

“Damn, that’s strong.” He murmured.

“Right, so we are gonna take the shots now.” The tall one grinned and the rest took all of their shots as you were already ready to have them order some food.

They were all chuckling and giggling like drunk sorority sisters. You didn’t know whether you should be annoyed because you weren’t home sleeping right now or if you should be thankful that the four fellas were making it a bit more fun to be working.

“Are we ready to order?” You questioned again with your waitress-voice. And they all ordered something extremely fancy and with side dishes and all but as soon as Ashton was finished with his order (his order was the longest order) he squinted his eyes at you as if he was thinking really hard.

“What’s your name, waitress-girl?” You didn’t like that nickname and knew that if you weren’t going to just answer him, that you would be called that for the rest of the night.

“Y/N.” Ashton nodded and looked around the table. “I’m Ashton.” He pointed at himself. “That’s Michael.” He pointed at the one opposite himself, the one with the yellow sweater and the fringe. “Over there is Luke.” He pointed across the table to the tall golden retriever. “And this is Calum.” He put a hand on the tanned guy’s shoulder who was sitting right next to him.

“I’ll be over with your food in just a second.” You said and walked away from the four lads who immediately started talking like they were hens as soon as you were gone. You went out to the kitchen to be met by Tommy, who looked like he wanted to go home too.

“Here Tommy. That’s probably the last thing you’ll be doing today,” you gave him the note where you had written the four boys’ orders on and Tommy let out a huge groan and let his head fall backwards in exhaustion.

“I can’t do this anymore! I am so quitting tomorrow.” He said and began finding bowls and ingredients and putting them on the table. You nodded to try and make him feel better but knew that a small nod wouldn’t help. Tommy had been planning to quit for a while but he had a huge crush on the manager, so it was harder for him to quit. And there were reasons to quit: the work environment was great, the money was not.

You went out to the counter again and found your phone. 23.44. The worst thing was that you weren’t allowed to kick the boys out till 2. That was the policy, close the doors at 1, lock them at 2. You hoped and prayed that the four lads were quick eaters. You looked over and noticed that they had already opened up the wine and were now pouring it up. You got eye contact with Luke and regretted it afterwards because he opened his mouth and waved you over.

“Y/N, we need something!” He shouted and you walked over to them with the waitress smile.

“Refills?” You noticed how all of their other drinks were empty. They were quick drinkers, so they must be quick eaters, too.

“No, not yet,” Michael said.

Ashton turned to you with his whole body and began talking. “See, we have a situation here-“

“No, we don’t.” Calum interrupted. “We really don’t.”

“Yes, we do,” Michael yelled and gave a small nod to Ashton to get him to continue.

“Thank you, Michael. And you-“ Ashton twisted around to face Calum quickly and pointed a strict and judging finger at him. “should just shut up because we are actually doing something nice for you.”

“No, no, you shouldn’t do it. You should stop doing it.” Calum said with a serious expression. While the other three were having a blast, Calum was clearly not.

“What’s wrong, guys?” You had forgotten to use your waitress-voice but they didn’t seem to care so you decided not to care anymore.

“Okay, so Y/N you might want to pull out a chair,” Ashton said and you pulled out a chair at the end of the table and looked at Ashton who had turned to face you again. “Calum Hood over there is very much single and he is very much attracted to you. He told me. And that’s why he is kind of quiet and shy and kind of mad right now.”

You didn’t know what to do. It was a rare situation that and something you hadn’t experienced before. It wasn’t rare to be hit on as a waitress but it was rare that a friend would hit on you for another friend. You just chuckled and gave Calum a small glare. His cheeks were redder than normal and he seemed small in comparison to the three other lads. He seemed so innocent and sweet instead of a tall bad boy with tattoos - the impression you had gotten from him at first.

“It’s not true,” He whispered and tried to look at Luke, almost as a scream for help. But Luke just poured a bit more wine in his glass and mumbled ‘You’re gonna need it’ and then Ashton continued.

“So we, us three, decided that we wanted to help our dear friend out a little bit since he’s too shy to talk to you yourself.”

“I’m not shy, Y/N, I can talk to her myself with no problem, you fucking idiot,” Calum said and gave Ashton a punch on his shoulder before looking at you. “Listen, Y/N, I am talking to you right now.”

“Yes, you sure are.” You grinned. It was amazing how he would go from a bad boy to sweetie to goofball in seven seconds. He seemed wise, you thought as if he had lived longer than the others even though he looked the youngest. He was like a wise goofball. You smiled at the thought; wise goofball.

“I’m not really a big talker, I’m not that good with words.” Calum then said, out of nowhere. Ashton cut him off pretty quickly.

“Right so we were thinking that-“ He burped and giggled while looking at the company around him. The giggle reached his eyes. “Sorry ‘bout that. We were thinking that maybe me, Mike and Luke could figure out how compatible you were with Calum Hood by asking you some questions. And if you were compatible with him, you would give him your number. Or kiss him or something. ”

“You know because we want to help our friend and you don’t seem like you have anything to do around here,” Luke said in a mocking tone and looked around the restaurant as if he was expecting to somehow find other people hiding in the corners. “Like there is nobody else.” It seemed like he was finished talking so Michael opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Luke, again. “And your job is actually to make our experience the best experience. So you can kind of say that doing this is your job.”

“But if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. It’s not your job.” Calum muttered, leaning his head on his hand to see you.

“Wait, do you have a boyfriend, Y/N? Because then doing the quiz isn’t really that useful.” Michael inquired. Calum looked at you with wide eyes. His eyes reminded you of home; they felt so warm and safe. You wondered what you should answer; if you said yes, then you shouldn’t deal too much with four drunk lads - but if you said no that meant that you either got a handsome guy’s phone number or a kiss from him. There really was no big downside to it.

“No, I don’t. If Calum is okay with it, then you can ask me any questions you want.” You answered and got up from the chair. You stood behind it and looked down at the four guys who were all looking up at you. You were sort of waiting for an answer from Calum, but he didn’t really seem to understand that so there was silence for a while before you opened your mouth again. “Calum, are you okay with the small compatible-or-not quiz your friends are hosting?”

“Yes, yes. I am more than okay with it.” He said in awe and his cheeks flamed up a bit as he had realized what he had said. Ashton giggled at him; he had quite a charming laugh.

“Great. I’ll go look to the food and see if it’s ready.” You said and twisted around on your heel, on your way to the kitchen but turned your head to face the table as you were walking. “Oh, and I have some questions for you four, too.”

Michael gave you a big thumbs up and Luke just yelled something with ‘can’t wait’ and ‘up the sleeve’. As you got to the kitchen you saw Tommy in full swing, making the food. He was almost finished, he said as you opened the door. You could feel his stress and could almost see a sweat drop trickle down his temple. It also smelled like sweat - actually more like a mixture of sweat and deep-fried fries. Tommy was always stressing when he was cooking, even though he would only have to cook for four people. He was just that passionate about it. You decided to wait in the kitchen until he was finished so you jumped up on one of the clean counters and told him about the four fellas who had convinced you to do a quiz. It was mostly you talking, Tommy just made noises like ‘mm’ and ‘yea’, but you knew that you couldn’t get more out of him when he was cooking.

Cecilia came around the corner and you were almost sure you accidentally rolled eyes at her, even though you tried not to. While she annoyed you at times, you were learned by your family that you should be kind to all people - even those people who weren’t kind to you. But with Cecilia, it was easier said than done.

“Jesus, why would anyone even be interested in you at this point?” She said, clearly having overhead what you had talked about.

“Excuse me?” You turned around to face her. She was leaning up against a broom that she had been cleaning with and had an awfully cocky smile on her lips. She was pretty hot and that was what annoyed you the most.

“I mean, it’s been a long day. Your eyeliner smudged, your hair’s falling apart and the only lipstick there’s still on your face is on your teeth. Not to mention the stains on the uniform.” She chuckled.

Your face was getting hotter as you opened your mouth wide open, surprised, but not that surprised, that she would say that. Your hands clenched around the counter you were sitting on.

“What?” You sneered.

“You know I’m saying it as a friend, Y/N.” Cecilia swept a little dirt to the side, then to the other as if she was playing a game. She sure as hell wasn’t making the floor cleaner. “All I’m pointing out is that maybe you should fix yourself up a bit.”

You closed your eyes and fought back the urge to punch her in the face. She was like a school bully, expect it wasn’t school and you couldn’t just threaten her with a fake karate-kick. Tommy clearly could feel the tension because he very loudly yelled: “Food’s ready!” as he was putting the last details on the plates. You jumped down from the counter, took two plates on each arm, kicked the door open and started walking out of there with your chin held high. You were not going to allow her to make you feel bad about yourself.

“There’s food, fellas.” You sang as you got around to the table. You placed the plates in front of each person while listing their order. You had almost forgotten Ashton’s so you just put some fancy dinner names in the order and he seemed pleased with that.

“A’ight, you can sit down again, Y/N,” Ashton said and you took the same spot at the end of the table. They all had the same excited expression that kids had when they saw the ice-cream truck - except for Calum. He had the expression of a lactose intolerant kid when the ice-cream truck came and all of his friends ran to get a treat but he had to silently watch them enjoy the ice-cream. Yup, that summed up the expression of Calum’s face at that moment.

“You said you had some questions for us, too?” Luke said with food in his mouth. You nodded and began asking some of the questions that you had pondered about. You got the whole schmeer, the whole timeline of their friendship. How Luke had started making videos on YouTube and how Calum and Michael had joined and they called themselves 5 Seconds of Summer, which they still did to this day. And how Ashton’s former band took a hiatus so he eventually joined 5 Seconds of Summer. You did not realize that they were from Australia until they told you because their accents were not obvious. You were surprised at how you didn’t know exactly who they were since they toured with One Direction, so you asked them to sing some songs. Which resulted in them singing different songs each and you recognizing three of them then fangirling a bit over them. You decided to take a polaroid of them to hang on the wall and you told them about the restaurant's messy theme. 

The four boys kept buying drinks for themselves and for you which meant that you had to get up every time they ordered another. You started feeling the alcohol swirling around your body and confounding your brain.

“Okay, I have one last question.” You drunkenly said and looked at Calum. “Why are you still single?”

A chuckle escaped Calum’s lips, as his ears and cheeks were rosy from the alcohol. He gazed into your eyes, his crinkling up as he smiled and answered: “You just might find out one day.”

At first, you didn’t say anything. You scrunched up your nose and then grinned at him before Ashton raised his glass, now filled with whiskey and toasted. “Let the quiz begin!” He chimed his glass against yours and took a huge sip out of the whiskey.

“Now, Y/N, we need to know a little bit about you,” Luke said, leaning closer to you, even though Michael was sitting in the middle of you two. “Tell us about yourself, girl.” He said the last thing very cheerfully.

You panicked because you knew you had an awfully complex mind to explain to people who didn’t know you. “Uh, I live in an apartment close to my college and…” and so you continued. Went through the basics. Your family and pets and closest friends. Your favourite colour and your favourite food.

“That’s great, Y/N, but we need to know you.” Ashton interrupted you at some point which relieved you because you were almost falling asleep telling about your favourite cake. “Like… what is the best and worst romantic situation you’ve ever been in? And what would you change about that situation?”

“Jesus,” you said under your breath. Ashton sounded so thoughtful and not drunk at all. He sounded like a wise love doctor. But his nose was red as Rudolf’s so you knew he wasn’t going to remember much of the night. “Uh, I think the best one was a fling I had a few months back.”

“What went wrong?” Ashton inquired and suddenly you were spilling out all your secrets and insecurities. They kept asking questions like “How was your childhood?” and “Who do you want to switch lives with? And why?” and “What’s your deepest regret?” and “If you could change how your mind works, would you?”. They were good. The questions were honest and emotional, just like the answers. You normally didn’t open up like that to anyone, but a few drinks down and a couple of good listeners could apparently make you open up like that.

It wasn’t just Ashton, Luke and Michael who asked the questions. Most of the time it was actually Calum that kept the conversation flowing. Sometimes he would come with his own point of view, his own story. It calmed you down, knowing that it was just a conversation and not an interrogation. And it wasn’t an all serious conversation - there were jokes and mispronunciations and funny stories which all led to some good laughs. And you found yourself looking at Calum every time he laughed.

At some point, Tommy and Cecilia wanted to get home so they gave you the key - or Cecilia threw it in your face and said something smart, but you were tipsy so you didn’t care. They told you to lock up the restaurant and treat the last guests with kindness. You told them that of course, you would treat them with kindness and Cecilia rolled her eyes at you. You turned around to face the table again and some new straightforward questions were asked.

“Do you believe in love?” A quiet moment had passed and Ashton had asked the question without any warning.

You bit your lip, thinking back to the couple that you had served two hours ago. “It depends on what kind of day I’m having.”

“What about today?”

You caught the brown warm eyes of Calum before answering, holding his glare. “Today I do.”

Michael whistled which made Luke punched him lightly on the arm. You felt your heart pounding against your chest as a huge smile approached your face - just like a huge smile approached Calum’s.

“Oh my God, they’re so in love,” Luke whispered, clearly unaware that he had said that out loud. You all chose to ignore it.

“Okay, I think we figured it out,” Ashton announced. “Drum roll, please. Oh wait, I’m the drummer.” He giggled and began drumming with his hands on the table. “The truth is… that we are just idiots and don’t know anything about love or how compatible you are.”

Luke wheezed loudly and Calum almost snorted out his drink out through his nose.

“But!” Michael belted, not satisfied with Ashton’s evaluation. “I think that the two of you would make a great, great couple and that you should definitely have sex.”

“Oh!” You laughed. “Oh, okay.” Calum laughed with you and you felt your stomach turned around as he smiled. “Would you like to pay now?”

Ashton chugged the last of his drink. “Yes, ma'am, we would very much like to pay. Then we’re getting out of here because it’s almost half past two and we have a show tomorrow.”

You had forgotten they were in a band and you made a little ‘o’ with your face. “Where?” You questioned as you stood up and got behind the counter.

“Here. Tomorrow noon. You should come.” Michael shouted from the table as they were all getting up from their chairs. Calum yawned and he stretched out, whispering something to Ashton. Should you ask for his phone number or was that taking it too far? You hadn’t been declared compatible, you had just been talking. But on the other hand, it felt like a connection

Luke came over and paid quickly with card. His eyes were almost popping out of his head when he saw how much it cost. He told the rest of the band that they owned him big time and they told him that if it weren’t for their presence, he wouldn’t be famous to which he just sighed and put his card back in his wallet. They waved at you as you were taking off your apron and putting it down under the counter and you yelled goodbye to them as they were walking out of the door. Calum was walking with Ashton, talking so quietly it was impossible for you to hear what they were discussing. He seemed bothered as he fiddled with his fingers and the thick silver rings he was wearing. Was he really just gonna walk away?

No. You liked this guy and had a feeling that he liked you, too. “Calum!” Luke was closing the door until you yelled at the tattooed boy. Calum twisted his head and you were met by some fetching eyes and a wide grin he was trying to suppress.

“Uh, would you just…?” You waved at him to come over and the boys just kept looking at he got closer. One step at a time. The only thing that was between the two of you were the counter and you hated that there was something between you two. You face was almost touching his and you could smell the vodka/orange juice-combination on his tongue. You noticed the black stubbles on his chin and how the small moles were placed, reminding you of a star constellation. A vague smile was on his lips and his thick eyebrows were raised a bit. You could hear the boys chat and whisper behind him but you decided to shut them out - or try to at least.

“I think I’m a little drunk.” You began with a foolish giggle. “But I feel like we can talk pretty well and you’re pretty cute and if you want my number-“ you quickly found a napkin and a pen under the counter. “Then it’s here. Just, if you want to, you know.”

“Thanks. You know, I might be pretty drunk, too, but I think you’re cute as well.” Calum smirked and folded the napkin in his hand. He leant in over the counter and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before twisting around and walking to the boys who were all standing with wide grins plastered on their faces.

“We’ll call you about the show tomorrow,” Michael yelled as they walked out of the door. “Now that we have your phone number.” And then the glass door slammed and you could see how Luke was jumping around Calum and Ashton was clapping his shoulder all while Calum was just trying his best to push them away from him with a snicker.

You turned to the table where they had sat and begun carrying the dishes out in the kitchen. There was a lot of empty glasses.

You could see Calum’s eyes for you, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, about them and about the lingering kiss on your cheek. And soon the first text from him chimed in and you pulled out your phone. It was a simple invitation to tomorrow’s show. 

You went to the show a little earlier and went backstage where you and Calum talked for a while. There was a lot happening and he would try and explain all of it. The rituals, the people, everything that they had experienced. You felt a comfort around him and found the same depth and safety to his eyes that you did the day before. Even when it was just the two of you even when you were sober. You watched the show from behind the stage. Calum looked focused, as his eyebrows sometimes would furrow when he was concentrating on a ridiculously hard bass line. You were so fucking attracted to him at that moment. At one point, during some random song you didn’t know, he looked at you and a wide grin reached his dark eyes. 

The show ended and the boys walked out one by one, taking deep breaths. Luke and Michael went out first and they both gave you a quick hug and a smile. The sweat was dripping and the adrenaline was pumping as they got out and started yelling about the show. You didn’t care though, because you could see Calum coming closer, walking straight towards you, determination in his eyes. A few inches from you and he pulled you closer by your waist. You pressed your lips against his and closed your eyes, completely letting go into the kiss. The smell of sweat lingered around you but you didn’t care. A vague taste of nicotine was playing on his lips but again you didn’t care. Your stomach was doing flips, as you held your hands around his neck, never wanting to let the kiss end. You could hear the fans screaming and crying and hear Luke and Michael’s not so subtle whistles but it seemed like background noise when compared to your racing heart. It felt like magic. Before Calum pulled away, he smiled slightly into the kiss. Then he let go of your waist and you quickly did the same thing. 

Calum scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground before offering you a drink. You said yes and he guided you away, away from the scene and away from the boys. In a private place, a place where you could talk and get to know each other.

And you did. You stayed up all night, not leaving Calum’s side. You never knew that you could fall in love so quickly with someone, but suddenly there was proof that you could. 

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longer author’s note: okay i have no idea what happened with this one, but it turned out long and amazing. i’m thinking of doing a lil smutty part 2 but i don’t know - what do y’all think?

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Sometime Around Midnight - Sweet Pea

Anonymous said:

Can you do another Sweet Pea imagine where the reader was his childhood friend but then she had to move and after some years she comes back to Riverdale and completely changed from the sweet little girl she was to a badass one and they reunite at Southside High?? Sorry if this is too long!! I absolutely loved that Sweet Pea imagine it was so cute!

Sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted. I had to make some changes for it to go with my own idea.

Warnings : Underaged drinking

Based off of this song : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYPoMjR6-Ao

Sweet Pea let out a grunt as he placed his shot glass on the bar counter. Toni shot him a knowing look before taking the small glass and cleaning it. It was that day of the year.

“It’s gettin’ late,” Toni said, gesturing towards the clock that hung on the wall in the Whyte Wyrm. Sweet Pea let out another grunt. He had no wish to leave, or anywhere he wanted to go. Home wasn’t really home to him after she had left.

“It’s like ten, Topaz, the night’s still young.” Toni let out a slightly concerned sigh and went back to cleaning dishes. Sweet Pea’s eyes fell to his hands that rested against the counter as he faded in and out of conscious thought. Toni glanced over at her tall friend and furrowed her brow. She knew why he was acting like this, but she wished he wouldn’t be so despondent when this time of year rolled around.

“Hey,” Toni said, setting her newly cleaned glass down, “she wouldn’t want you to be like this. You know that,” Sweet Pea stared at her then.

“It’s not like she’s dead or something,” he said, melancholy dripping off his tone.

“You’re acting like she is. It’s been, what, four years since Y/N left? Every time the day she moved away comes around you look like a kicked puppy.” Sweet Pea shook his head at Toni’s tone. He knew she was right.

“I’m fine, Topaz, really. Y/N, she…” He trailed off. He hadn’t heard from her since the day she left. He had been walking, running to her old house, rushing to say a goodbye. He hadn’t made it in time, because as he arrived, all he saw was her eyes staring at him from the back of her family car’s window.

“Alright, why don’t you wait outside and I’ll drive you home? I’ll just be a little bit longer,” Toni said when she realized Sweet Pea had gotten lost in thought of his old friend.

“Y-Yeah, fine, ok,” Sweet Pea said, standing from the bar stool. He didn’t remember how much he drank but he felt like it wasn’t a lot. So when he stumbled a little when he stood, Sweet Pea felt his ears burn with embarrassment.

As he stood under the bar light, the small band on stage started up a different tune. It was soft, somber, matching his mood. The lyrics were cheesy, going on and on about letting yourself go and living in the moment. Sweet Pea rolled his eyes and leaned against the countertop.

As the music picked up, Sweet Pea heard the heavy wooden doors of the Whyte Wyrm open. Waiting for the slamming sound, he glanced over at the door and felt like that maybe he had drunk far more than he remembered.

There she was. Like a ghost, wearing a white dress that made her stand out amongst the black leather jackets of the Serpents that slithered in the bar. Y/N L/N. Sweet Pea almost didn’t recognize her, but he could have never forgotten her face.

She was gorgeous, eye catching as she walked over to a group of familiar faces. Some Serpents she had known welcomed her back, marveling at how she had grown.

“Is that,” Toni started, pointing over at Y/N. Sweet Pea merely nodded. As the two watched their childhood friend reuniting with other friends, Sweet Pea and Toni watched as Y/N threw her head back and let out a joyous laugh. Her laugh was like a familiar song, one that Sweet Pea had played over and over until the thought of it made him sick. He had missed her laugh. He had missed her.

Sweet Pea couldn’t help but stare at her. It was like he was seeing a ghost, a beautiful ghost. After she stopped laughing, catching her breath, she glanced around the bar. She nearly dropped the glass she had been given when her eyes landed on him.

She started towards him and Toni, but her gaze was only on him. Sweet Pea felt a lump from in his throat and his palms go all sweaty. Only you could make him feel like this. As you grew closer, he could make out your perfume which only made the room around him swirl faster.

“Sweets?” Her bright eyes met his own and Sweet Pea only wished she would say his name again and again. It sounded like pure silk falling from her lips. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me, Y/N,” before he could finish speaking, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt the air leave his lungs and Toni smiled at the scene. She gave Sweet Pea a wink before heading out of the Whyte Wyrm. At least now, she thought, he wouldn’t be so down.

“I can’t believe it,” Y/N said with a smile as she pulled away from the hug. “You’ve gotten so much-”

“Taller?” Sweet Pea asked and Y/N let out another one of her glorious laughs. She rested her hand on his forearm as she caught her breath for the second time.

“I was going to say more handsome but tall works too! So how have you been?” Y/N asked, smiling up at him. Not only had she grown more beautiful but more confident as well. The Y/N he had known would barely speak, but now, with the way she was smiling at him, Sweet Pea knew that this girl before him was a whole new badass.

“I’ve been better, I think I’m a little drunk but that’s because I missed you,” Sweet Pea mentally cursed himself for letting that spill. Y/N only smiled a little wider at his words, a pink blush dusting over her soft cheeks. “How have you been? What are you doing back?” He asked, hoping to change the subject off of his slip up.

“I’ve been around,” she said and that’s when Sweet Pea noticed her hand was still resting on his arm. “I actually went to New York for a bit, but Riverdale was calling me home. More specifically my extended family. And you. I missed you.”

“So you’re going to SouthSide High now?” Sweet Pea asked, his curiously hopeful as he tried to pull any attention away from his slightly red cheeks.

“Yeah, I am,” she leaned a little closer, “I hear the Serpents have the run of the place now. Good job.” She threw him a wink as she pulled away. Sweet Pea fought the urge to kiss her in that moment. Everything about her told him to kiss her.

“Hey do you wanna get out of here?” As soon as the questio left his mouth, Sweet Pea longed to take it back; but the alcohol was having it’s effect and he wished he had declined Tall Boy’s offer of shots.

“Ya know what, I would. I’ve done the greetings and plus I’ll see most of these guys tomorrow at school. Let’s go.” Sweet Pea felt a rush run through his body at her words. This was everything he had ever wanted. She was back, back to stay.

“Then let’s go,” he said, offering her his hand. Y/N smiled and took it, letting Sweet Pea lead her outside. The slightly chilled air of fall surrounded them now, but Sweet Pea could still feel his blood racing with adrenaline in his veins.

“How about we walk to your place,” Y/N suggested, noticing how Sweet Pea stumbled a bit when it came to the stairs. He was still under the haze of whatever had been in those shot glasses.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” he agreed. As they passed by his bike, he noticed a sticky note with a smiley face on it. Toni. She would take care of his bike until he came to pick it up. Still holding her hand, Sweet Pea lead Y/N down the road, walking under the streetlights with giggles escaping her every so often.

“I forgot how much fun you were,” she said suddenly, after another fit of laughter.

“I never forgot about you,” Sweet Pea replied smoothly. He glanced at her and saw the blush on her cheeks again, “like ever.”

“Sweets, that’s...sweet,” she said, biting her lips slightly. She squeezed his hand and gave him a soft smile. “I thought about you too.” Sweet Pea nodded and was about to speak when he noticed that Y/N had shivered a little.

“You cold?” He asked, letting go of her hand to start to take off his jacket.

“Oh, no I’m-” it was too late. Sweet Pea had already wrapped his jacket around her shoulders. It made her look so small, her white dress stand out more. “Thanks,” she said shyly, the first time Sweet Pea had seen her new found confidence waver.

“No problem,” he said and continued to walk. He felt her hand nudge his own and he gladly entangled his fingers with hers. It was like she had never left. They had been the best of friends, granted, even when he was younger, Sweet Pea’s crush on Y/N had alway been there.

Now, however, he could do something about it. As they walked through the trailer park, Sweet Pea, still slightly drunk, was looking for his own trailer.

“Not living with your parents?” Y/N asked worriedly. Sweet Pea shook his head.

“When I joined the Serpents they figured I could make it out on my own,” he said, and let out a sigh. “I’m doing fine though.”

When they had finally found his place, Sweet Pea lead her inside. It wasn’t horribly messy, and if it was, Y/N didn’t seem to care. She still wore his jacket over her shoulders but she had now let go of his hand. He missed her touch. Y/N walked over to a pile of old pictures and started to go through them.

“Aw, no way! You kept this?” She lifted a polaroid Sweet Pea had taken when they were younger of the two of them making the most disgusting faces they could have thought of.

“Of course I did,” he said, coming up behind her to look at the picture. “It was you, and when you left, I had to keep some reminder of you besides my memories.”

“The last thing I remember was seeing you chasing after the car,” she said sadly, still looking at the picture. She set it down when she finished speaking, turning to face Sweet Pea. “Did you have something you wanted to tell me that day?”

“Y-Yeah,” Sweet Pea stammered, “I did. I wanted to say that…” He trailed off, getting lost in the ever-lasting brightness of Y/N’s eyes.

“Sweets,” Y/N urged, taking a step closer to him, “what was it?” They were almost chest to chest now, if it hadn’t been for the height difference.

“I wanted to tell you that I,” he took in a long breath, “that I loved you.” A long pause lingered between them and Y/N tore her gaze away from his own. Now he had done it. She had come back to him and now she was going to leave again.

“Loved?” Her soft voice broke him out of his state of worry.

“What?” “You said loved, like, as in, you did in the past.”

“Yeah,” Sweet Pea said, almost confusedly. Y/N then turned her face back, peering into his eyes.

“What about now? Do you still love me now?”

“Of course,” Sweet Pea admitted, blaming the alcohol again. Although, it wasn’t it’s fault this time.

“Good,” Y/N said again, her confidence returning, “it makes this easier.” She leaned up on her tippy toes and pressed her soft lips to Sweet Pea’s. His eyes instantly shut and he griped at her waist. Their bodies were now fitted together, like two circles intertwined.

Sweet Pea, still kissing her, started to lead her towards the couch close to them. He fell on it, his back hitting the cushions as Y/N fell on top of him. It was then their lips parted and they both stared at each other. Y/N caught her breath for the third time that night.

“I love you, Y/N,” Sweet Pea breath out, his hand now resting on his hips as she straddled him. She smiled down at him, leaning down to him.

“I love you too, Sweets,” they both closed their eyes and Sweet Pea waited for the lovely contact of her lips on his. When he felt the first feather like touch…

That’s when Sweet Pea woke up. He sat up from his spot on the couch and turned to look at the alarm clock placed on the side table. He could make out a 12 and he let out a sigh. It was sometime around midnight and he was alone again. Left to his thoughts and hopes of how one day, Y/N could be in his arms again.

Sweet Pea rubbed his face tiredly as he leaned against Fangz car. His friend was micking him for being hungover, but what Fangz didn’t know was that there was not a drop of alcohol in Sweet Pea’s system. That dream had been his mind’s work. It had prepared him for the long day ahead of him; the actual day Y/N left town and was never heard from again.

“C’mon man, let’s just go to class,” Sweet Pea grumbled. Fangz stared at his uncahracitristically responsible words.

“Uh, what?” Sweet Pea only rolled his eyes and Fangz and was about to start off towards class when he heard fast footfalls heading their way.

“Guys,” Toni called out, bringing Sweet Pea’s tired attention to her, “you’ll never guess...” Sweet Pea had turned away at this point, taking his first few steps towards the school. He was tempted to even go to class early until he heard something that made his heart flutter.

“Sweets? Is that you?” He turned his head and sure enough, there she was. Y/N. The girl of his dreams, standing before him. 

“Yeah, yeah it is,” he said with a smile. You smiled too, and that was a smile that Sweet Pea would remember for the rest of his life.

[anxiety-trademark]

The week in review:

Raw 09/28 NXT 09/30 NXT UK 10/01 Smackdown 10/02 Takeover 31 10/04

Raw:

*bell rings*, *Asuka runs straight at her opponent*, *gets punched once by some weak ass looking shot*, *collapses uselessly* PPPFFFFTTTTTTTT

I hate that elbow kick off thing Zelina does. Becky used to have a hold like that in nxt. Hated it then, too. Awful.

That hurricanrana where Zelina fell on her ass, though. Wow. Okay.

Is it just me that thought the modified grounded octopus took awhile to cinch in? That was in for so long lol.

Why are women barely jumping for these german suplexes lately?

Omg that one-armed suplex by Asuka was great.

That kickout by Asuka was incredibly well done. What a perfect stretch with perfect timing. Zelina even tucked the left arm. Points.

Oh nice didn’t know Zelina could do a moonsault. And right onto the knees so the Asuka lock can be set in. Nice. Good ending.

That was better than their Clash match, and Zelina showcased different things, even if I wasn’t a fan of some of it.

Ah the debut of Mandy and Dana as a tag team.

I really like Lana and Nattie together.

Oh wow decisions that make sense and are building toward something. What alternate universe have I stepped into? Please bring back GMs and stop being so lazy, please.

I really don’t understand why they moved these women like weeks before the draft.

Alright let’s swap momentum... it’s time Dana gets some comeback before tagging Mandy.

That full 180 flip Mandy did to Lana was really cool. Not sure if Lana was meant to land on her left knee or flat, but I think it was supposed to injure her left knee. Beautiful.

Points to Lana for the kickout, negative points to Nattie for jumping in after the three.

I wish Dana had hit a bigger move against Natalya at the end.

The pump knee strike by Mandy was a little messy, I would’ve ended it with her other finisher instead. Good match though. Glad to see Dana and Mandy pick up some sort of momentum, especially on their Raw debut.

Also good for Lana not having to go through the table for a week *applause*

Mandy is fine on the mic. It’s not awful, it’s not super compelling; totally serviceable. Dana though... always comes off like she’s acting rehearsed lines or reading off a script.

Nice transition into the next segment. Quarter point.

Whether I like the Bianca video packages or not, it’s always a pleasure to hear her song.

LOVED the incorporation of the hurdles. That’s what I want to see, that shows me an actual challenge. I have no doubt in her strength or speed; I in fact do believe she’s the strongest and the fastest. They just aren’t showcasing that right lol. Give me something more convincing. Girl was jumping over fucking hurdles, that’s convincing.

Highlight: Dana & Mandy vs Lana & Nattie

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NXT:

Shotzi has too long of an entrance imo.

Dakota Kai is such a spoiled little shit lmao. She’s so annoying. Big fan.

Really didn’t like Shotzi trying to do her ballpit line so early. I really wish she didn’t take so long to set it up as well.

Wow I hate that submission move Shotzi, I’m sorry. Dakota sells it like death though, so she gets a point.

Dakota’s style is way too fast for her to play a slow, methodical heel in the ring. 

A one count lmao ballsy. Love Dakota’s reaction too.

Such a fan of Dakota’s selling.

Chicken wing german suplex into a pin? That was beautiful Shotzi, I agree. Great near fall. 

A common complaint I have with women - even on the main roster - is how they go to do like a spear halfway through the ropes just to set up some counter to their move (kick, a pump kick, the rope hangup Bayley does, Charlotte shooting through the middle to roll you up) and that’s fine, but it’s always easily telegraphed. Step up please @ everyone.

oof that landing by Dakota; hit her face right on Shotzi’s knee.

What does Dakota call that kick, Scorpion or something? On the apron? Awesome stuff.

Holy shit that... flipping backdrop - (?) I don’t even know what to call that - on the apron was amazing, but holy shit Shotzi that landing was terrible. The concept is there but man you might wanna practice/modify that one a bit more.

Cool Rhea came down to fuck with Raquel, distracting Dakota, but the rollup was weak. Also weak that Rhea merely pushed Raquel into the steps once before walking back. Good match though.

Stalemate after a bunch of pin attempts with zero offense. Could live without these spots tbh.

Very close range kick, could’ve been set up far better.

Li rolls out of the ring, heel 101.

Kacy you can’t just yell at Kayden to get up lmao plz.

This is the first time I’ve seen any personality from Xia Li.

Ballsy one counts, what’s with the one counts tonight lmao.

Kacy is a bad cheerleader, just getting that out there.

I love that roll through + side kick combo Kayden does.

Whoa idk how Kayden pulled that win out of her ass, but good for her. I can see this is pushing Xia deeper into frustration every loss. Won’t complain about it, love to see Kayden win. Good, short match. A rollup works here.

Highlight: Dakota vs Shotzi

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NXT UK:

I love Xia Brookside’s music, but not with her or her entrance.

Now Jinny’s entrance/wardrobe/demeanor matches her music.

Sure Xia Brookside’s rolls were quick, but I’m not understanding why she rolled sideways lmao it’s like Link in Zelda.

If you’re not going to add an actual crowd or monitors, get rid of the hairdryer fans. If I can’t see them, and more importantly they don’t exist, then I don’t want to hear them.

Too many wrist locks. Also refs getting involved for no logical reason, just so the heel can take advantage, is annoying. 

That back drop onto Jinny’s knee was ugly, hated the collapse. Took the impact out of it for me.

Nasty Irish Whip, points to both.

Nice flip off the hurricanrana.

Botched monkey flip. Perhaps Jinny didn’t think there was enough room for her to comfortably land; had she went for it and tucked her legs she definitely would’ve been fine. Feel like that was an amateur mistake, plenty of women would’ve just sold it with their legs getting caught up.

That was weird. Xia Brookside goes through all that trouble just to make sure she hit the monkey flip, just to lift Jinny’s head so Jinny could punch her. Weak.

Kick out was sloppy.

Xia Brookside is gassed and isn’t even doing any offense. Or selling. This match is odd. This would get booed on the MR.

Jinny stops to talk too much while wrestling. Obviously stalling. The dialogue isn’t even good for all of that noise.

Whatever. A match I could’ve lived without.

Lmao bow down? Queen of NXT UK?? Girl.... uh uh. Nah nah nah Go sit down.

Highlight: There was an Irish Whip into the corner that looked impactful

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Smackdown:

Alexa’s pyro was better timed than last week, but it could use improvement. This is important to me damn it.

You know Alexa, my spine feels cold and my body goes numb every time I smoke my weed. Has anyone asked this girl if she’s on drugs? Could just be drugs.

Kevin/wwe, I don’t need you to tell me she’s brainwashed. WE CAN SEE that she’s brainwashed. This has been escalating for like... 2 months lmao.

The hairdryer crowd being piped in kinda ruins this. This is set up like a scene from a horror movie and the noise is taking away from it. A live crowd probably would’ve stayed silent for her, you could’ve lessened the mass effect.

Love how she just sits there watching Kevin pace around. That’s good. She’s good. Love how Kevin knew she was calling to the Fiend with that line. That’s good. This is good.

She sits there poised and unafraid, yet intrigued with him. Like his queen.

The power of this angle and the fate of it succeeding lies solely on Alexa and her selling of it. If she doesn’t sell this or believe in it, or fucks up once, it shatters the entire mystique. Man I’m a huge fan of this story rn.

Glad I didn’t bother guessing who this mysterious woman was. The glitz and glamour has got nothing compared to the moonwalking, trashtalking, Princess of Staten Island.

Love the rainbow on the polaroid camera though.

Decent enough promo but that music was awkward.

Why did y’all make Sasha just stand out there shifting her feet staring at the hard cam lol.

This is all solid Sasha but like Bayley already admitted all of this lmao.

Yes, we know you saved her title like 15 times, we ALL agree with you.

I actually like the emotion written all over Sasha’s face that comes across as ALMOST awkward.

What I don’t like about this feud: Sasha’s still an asshole, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to buy her as a babyface in like 3 weeks. She has the sympathy vote in a meta sense, sure, and I’ve been saying I want her to run SD on her own since November 2019, but that doesn’t mean she’s automatically a babyface within kf. Also annoying that they haven’t had a brawl that ends on equal footing, via interruption by officials or something. Also not sure how much I buy the character of Bayley being “too scared” to come to SD. If I could’ve gotten a quick interview by her, even if it’s her leaving the arena just as she finds out Sasha has arrived, that would’ve tied this together better.

Why she still staring at the hard cam lmao. Walk away. Leave. Make your exit. Alright whatever.

Highlight: Alexa becoming the Fiend’s queen

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Takeover 31:

Man true, I forget Io has beat both Charlotte and Sasha this year. What a big year for her.

Love how this entire “arena” is set up, but my covid-paranoia does not approve.

Lol that one single guy trying to start a chant, goodbye.

BEAUTIFUL corrected monkey flip by Io

The attempt at the springboard by Candice was there. Could’ve been cleaner.

Good transition having Candice counter Io into a backstabber in the corner, cuz that offense was taking way too long to set up.

Commentator attributed Candice being slow in the beginning because she’s sad Johnny lost. Tired of the Garganos being tied to each other.

Why is every female heel on every brand dragging people’s eyes/face across the ropes all of the sudden?

It was not a nice move, she needs to stop doing her poor woman’s version of Natural Selection. Done.

Y’all are losing me, give Io some momentum plz.

Every single heel wants to go slow and methodical. Ridiculous. Where’s Sasha.

This was not paced well, ESPECIALLY compared to their first match. Their first didn’t breathe enough and was a sprint with not enough selling, but it was still really good. This is paced on the complete opposite spectrum. And not good.

Io has the best dropkick in the division, especially when you consider how safe her landing is for her own body’s longevity.

Totally no sold that powerbomb, Io. That’s a yikes.

Lmao Io kicked out of Candice’s springboard moonsault. Haha.

Got a meteora, 2 backstabbers, and a crossface... again, where’s Sasha???

Lmfao 2 ref bumps and a fake referee. GOD I HATE HOW WOMEN’S MATCHES ARE BOOKED THIS YEAR. The first bump didn’t even look legit.

Io took a title shot to the face yet kicked out, and y’all out here calling Becky “Cena” for kicking out of a chair shot to the midsection? Annoying.

I’m now convinced Charlotte has the best Spanish fly in the entire women’s division.

Rich having Toni do a promo directly aimed at Io, considering Toni beat her to win the MYC. Also rich how unbothered Io seemed lmao.

Ahhh the nxt women’s champion that should’ve won her title by defeating Asuka. We remember her well. Injured herself chasing the 24/7 title back when they were running the Becky/Charlotte vs Sasha/Bayley feud. Good times.

Highlight: Io’s theme song

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*NXT shined the brightest out of all the other shows, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t give major props to specifically Alexa Bliss.

[lunar-lattice]

Getting to the Bottom of Things (1)

1. Investigation

Demencia has noticed Black Hat and Dr. Flug have been awfully close as of late. But there's absolutely no way that Black Hat and Dr. Flug are an item! Though...it never hurts to investigate, right?

Demencia might have had the looks of something straight out of Hot Topic and the first impression unique to the hyperactive fangirl of what was possibly one of the more dangerous beings in creation, but she wasn't stupid. It even annoyed her when her intelligence was underestimated. So this is why she was positively upset at the fact Dr. Flug and Black Hat were trying to pull one over on her. Actually...she could tell it was them trying to keep things secret from everyone but it was hard to not take it personally! Considering the fact both knew the extremely serious crush both knew she had on Black Hat, it was nigh impossible to not take it personally! But when she came across them together, they always went their separate ways. Flug always had an invention that needed tweaks and Black Hat always had clients to speak to. She knew they weren't ignoring her on their own. Flug did stop and talk to her occasionally and Black Hat was his usual self when she attached herself to him; his usual self being yelling and furious and horrific. She loved it when he looked like a Lovecraft abomination that would strike nightmares into the most hardened of people. So she couldn't accept that Dr. Flug and Black Hat were in, dare she say it, a relationship! But it still warranted investigation. So this is how she found herself searching for the resident failed experiment, 5.0.5.. The bear was in the kitchen, cutting a piece of a cake he had made a few nights ago. Demencia skipped to him and took the plate, helping herself to a bite. 5.0.5. pouted but set about to cutting himself another piece. "Hey, 5.0.5., you wanna help me with something?" she chirped. The bear paused in his cutting of cake, unable to suppress the feeling of dread those words cast over him. As much as he didn't like the idea of getting caught in another wild scheme of Demencia's...he was a good friend. So he nodded. "Good! I promise it won't be like last time!" Demencia said with a clap. Last time ended up with Black Hat furious, Demencia thrown in a wall, 5.0.5. hiding in a closet way too small for him ( and getting stuck, but that was a story for later ) and Dr. Flug running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Not to mention the escaped cage of radioactive geckos. It was an interesting few weeks in finding them and reversing any adverse effects from their presence. Demencia must have seen 5.0.5.'s worried face since she added, "We have to investigate something!" 5.0.5. gestured down the hall, in the relative direction of the lab. "Oh no! Flug can't join us! We're investigating him and Black Hat! Specifically the rare chance they are...together!" Demencia said the last word with a deep voice for dramatic effect. 5.0.5. felt like this was going to end up worse than the gecko incident. Demencia skittered along the wall, pausing along the way to check her gear. It consisted of her phone set to take pictures, a Polaroid camera ( just in case ), a magnifying glass, a recording device and a few smoke bombs for a quick escape. She had tried to wear a proper deerskin cap but it didn't have the same ability as her hoodie to stay on her head as she climbed the walls. She peeked around the corner into the lab where Flug was humming happily to himself and screwing some parts together. She snapped a picture, just in case. Black Hat came from the side and inspected it. He nodded then patted Flug on the head before heading for the door. Demencia quickly snapped another picture then launched herself up the wall and clung there, praying to whatever deities that could exist in the same world as Black Hat that he wouldn't look up. But he headed down the hall, humming the same tune Flug had been. Peculiar...but it could be written off as Black Hat simply being nicer to Flug after the sleeping incident. "Flug, what is that?" A few hours later, she had gone to Flug's room to find him with his lab coat thrown off and something black in his hands. He jumped and screeched, "Demencia! Don't you know how to knock?!" "No." He sighed, "I'm trying to get dressed here." She pointed to the black thing again, "Okay, but what is that?" "Oh this?" he held it up, revealing it to be a suit, "Just a suit is all." She narrowed her eyes then asked, "Where'd you get that?" "I buy things, sheesh, Demencia!" he rolled his eyes as he set it on his bed. She crossed her arms then stuck out her tongue for emphasis. Flug rolled his eyes again. She went on, "Where are you going then?" "Out," he said. "Out?" she echoed. "Out!" he yelled, pointing to the door. Demencia pouted but closed the door. After a few minutes, she skittered up the wall so she was perched on the corner above Flug's room. Flug left the room, now wearing the suit. He looked around nervously then walked down the hallway and up the stairs with purpose in his step. Up the stairs towards Black Hat's room. Odd...but maybe they had a formal meeting with a client! It would be in-character for Black Hat to insist Flug dress up, perhaps so Flug wouldn't make him look bad! Demencia nodded to herself, forcing herself to smile as she did. Demencia flopped into one of the chairs in the dining room. A soft sad 'arrr...' came from behind her and a bowl of cake and ice cream was pushed to her. She glanced at 5.0.5. and sighed, "You don't think Black Hat and Dr. Flug are together, do you?" 5.0.5. sat by her and shrugged. "Oh, c'mon! Are you sure you haven't seen a thing?" Demencia yelled, pounding her fists on the table. 5.0.5. jumped then shook his head frantically. Demencia sighed, picking at the cake, "I'm sorry, buddy. I just don't see what Flug has that I don't! He's anxious, practically an insomniac, skinny as a twig, clumsy-" 5.0.5. shooting her a sad face quieted her. She sighed, "He must be gorgeous under that bag of his for Black Hat to love him..." She shot up in her seat, "That's it! I'll go ask Flug about what's he's been doing with Black Hat and if he lies, I'll yank off that bag! I get to see what's so great about his face and have blackmail too!" 5.0.5. watched her skip out of the room and to the lab. Scratch that, this was going to make the gecko incident look like Christmas.

[darkcozyforest]

The Intern: Chapter 2

I am so sorry this took me so long. I hope this didn’t disappoint. This is the sequel to So Maybe We Should Start All Over Again. I think I’m gonna turn it into a series if y’all want? Chapter 3 is coming soon, I’m already half done with it. How do we feel about the title The Intern?

Chapter 1

Tag Requests: @locke-writes @mrschiltoncat @jayderamirezrp

You made it back to the apartment and headed towards the box with all of your liquor. This called for the hard stuff. Not only had you embarrassed yourself in front of your new boss but you couldn’t stop staring at him. You rambled like an idiot in front of him and then that last comment. I’ll see you at home? Really? Why not just strip in his office while you’re at it?

You needed a drink. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey and pouring yourself a nice glass, you took a swig and let it burn. You turned and headed towards the bathroom to change into comfy clothes and started unpacking boxes. Unpacking the stereo first, because you were old fashioned and still loved listening to CD’s, you plugged in the 10-disc changer and hit play. A routine started to form, unpack a few boxes then pour yourself another glass. It wasn’t long before half the bottle was gone and you were definitely starting to feel the effects.

You decided to take the empty boxes out to the dumpster you had seen. Gathering up as many as possible you not so gracefully made it down the stairs to toss them. As you entered back into your apartment you heard the familiar sound of one of your favorite songs and bolted through the door to begin flailing around the room.

“My baby don't mess around because she loves me so and this I know for sure.” It came out in a slurred mess as you were doing something resembling dancing and screaming the words to the song. In your hurry to make it into the room you however didn’t realize that you hadn’t shut the front door.

“OK now ladies (yeah!)” You changed your voice along with the song. You were a fit of drunken giggles and flailing arms. “Now we gon' break this thing down in just a few seconds. Now don't have me to break this thing down for nothing. Now I wanna see y'all on your baddest behavior. Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor. Uh! Here we go... Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (oh oh). Shake it like a polaroid picture”

As you were shimmying and shaking it you started to turn only to be met with a teary green eyed handsome neighbor. He was trying his very hardest not to laugh. As you yelped and scrambled for the stereo and tripped over the couch. Rafael rushed over to make sure you were okay only to find you tangled in blankets and clothes from a few boxes left unpacked. You slowly uncovered yourself.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Oh not long at all, I was just coming over to see if you could lend me some sugar because I am your neighbor.” He chuckled to himself and you groaned covering yourself back up.

“I am so sorry Mr. Barba. I am not usually like this. I promise I won’t be like this in the office.”

“Y/N please, what you do in the confines of your own home is none of my concern. We all have our own ways of unwinding.” He grabbed your hand to help you up. You walked over to the counter and put a cap on the bottle of Fireball whiskey. “Although mine often involve scotch and not alcoholic big red.”

“Hey don’t hate on the Fireball, Barba. It’s got just enough burn and it smells great.”

“To each their own I suppose. I actually just came over to see if you wanted to walk to the office together tomorrow.”

“Oh sure mister boss man.” Oh sure mister boss man? “I mean that would be great. Thank you, sir.” You started staring at his hands and imagining how good he probably was with them. “So what time do I need to be wet—ready. What time do I need to be ready Mr. Barba?” You put an emphasis on ‘Mr. Barba’. Get it together you drunk hussy. You needed to keep yourself under control if you were going to be working for this man.

He smirked at you and open his mouth to respond. “Well, Miss. Y/L/N.” He chuckled as he continued, “I would say around 8. That way if the weather isn’t great we still have time to call an Uber. That sound good to you?”

“Sounds like a date! I mean… Not a date. Not that I wouldn’t.. I mean, You’re very...Uh... But you’re my boss and uh...I...oh good gravy, I am so sorry. I don’t know what is wrong with me. Goodness gracious, you probably are wondering what kinda mess you got yourself into. I promise I’m a better lawyer than I am at small talk.”

“Y/N it is okay. You’re new to town, you’re getting ready to start a new job, you just found out your boss is living across the hall from you. You have had an interesting couple of days. Cut yourself some slack. How about this? How about we create a boundary? Everything at work, stays at work. Everything at our homes, stays there. Nothing you do here is going to be judged at work.”

“We can be friendly neighbors and friendly coworkers. If it makes you feel more comfortable you can call me Mr. Barba at work and Rafael here. Deal? Just because I am your boss does not mean that you should feel like you cannot be yourself around me, alright?”

“Thank you so much Rafael. That does make me feel more relaxed. I will be ready at 8 in the morning.”

“Great see you then.” He turned to walk into his own apartment and stopped. “Oh wait I still never got you to lend me that sugar.” He started laughing as you launched a pillow at him. “See you in the morning.”

“See you at 8, Barba.”  You could do this. Everything was going to be fine.

Chapter 3

[fuckyeahvalidation]

Walkinredinstead 30 day challenge day 4!

Day 4) Special Interests - Also sometimes called hyper-fixations, or “obsessions”, special interests are a common autistic experience. Post about your special interests! That’s right - I’m giving you a chance to infodump all you want. Or you could talk about what special interests are - it’s interesting to hear since there’s no one definition of what a special interest is. The one thing I ask - don’t shorten special interest to SI in the post. SI is a long-standing shortening for self injury, people have suggested SpIn for special interest as an alternative.

So I have various special interests and trying to figure out just one to talk about is kind of hard, but for right now I’m going to talk about Life is Strange which is a video game based on player choice and the butterfly effect! I’m going to be talking more about the characters than anything else because that’s what I hyper-focus on when playing!

Main Characters: 

Maxine Caulfield: She prefers Max and even goes so far as to say, ‘Max never Maxine’ She is our main character that we play as through out the game. She is 18 years old and is going to a prestigious school called ‘Blackwell Academy’ she is there for photography and has a ‘gift’ for taking selfies. She’s a total hipster who prefers her polaroid camera and other analog cameras over any digital cameras. She finds out she has rewind powers and uses this to try and save her hometown of Arcadia Bay, Oregon which is a made up town. She’s best friends with Chloe Price.

Chloe Price: A reckless 19 year old with tattoos and blue hair. She’s a total ‘punk’ who also likes playing with guns and smoking weed. Chloe tends to be the one who gets Max and herself into some sort of trouble. Throughout the game Chloe struggles a lot in various ways, but depending on your choices as Max you can help prevent some of those struggles. Chloe used to attend Blackwell Academy, but was expelled after countless bad behavior and police reports. Her best friend is Max Caulfield and her presumed girlfriend at some point was Rachel Amber.

Rachel Amber: A missing girl from Arcadia Bay that hasn’t been seen in six month prior to the game. Everyone, but Chloe has given up on looking for the girl. Not much is known as everyone you talk to seems to have something to say, but no one actually  ‘knows’ her. You get bits and pieces of her. ‘She was a party girl, but too cool for us, like her own party.’ ‘She and her punk friend used to skate with us all the time.’ ‘She looked beautiful in those clothes and you look like shit.’ ‘She was my angel.’ But who was she really? People of the fandom have so many headcannons for Rachel, but I think that she was just a really extroverted girl who knew how to be in various groups of people. She liked to get high and was totally into horoscopes~ Her presumed girlfriend is Chloe Price and boyfriend is Frank Bowers

Main Side Characters: (Anyone you can talk to more than once)

Frank Bowers: Honestly there isn’t much to say about Frank besides that he’s the local drug dealer who lives in an RV with her trusty dog Pompidou! 

Kate Marsh: A quiet Christen girl who is being bullied harshly for a video that she has no memory of. She is going to Blackwell Academy for photography/art as she loves to draw and is really good at it. She wants to create children’s picture books some day and also plays the violin every morning. Victoria Chase is the biggest bully we see go after Kate throughout the game.

Victoria Chase: The rich bitch of Blackwell Academy. She’s just your sterotypical rich blonde girl...or is she? Well she never says it or anything, but if you sneak into her room at one point she has a figure of either a video game character or an anime character named ‘Blueberry’ which implies that she keeps a secret of liking anime/video games! She is also attending for photography and see’s Max as a rival for her to defeat. Best friends with Taylor Christensen

Taylor Christensen: Victoria’s best friend. There isn’t much to say about her besides the fact that she follows Victoria around and her mother is sick. We are simply told that she’s had back surgery, but never told why. Taylor isn’t really mean like Victoria. She even says ‘I’m not about tearing people down.’ Which means she simply acts that way for Victoria’s praise most likely.

Warren Graham: A total science nerd who has a very obvious crush on Max. He likes to pirate movies for his friends to watch, mostly classic films like ‘Cannibal Holocaust’ and ‘Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill’  which are mentioned in conversation. He wants to do whatever he can to help Max and other friends. Friends with Kate Marsh and Max Caulfield.

Nathan Prescott: The white rich boy who is mentally ill and therefore must be dangerous...I am so done with this trope so I’m going to actually explain why he is the exact opposite of dangerous. Nathan has some mental illness there is no doubting that, but he is also taking medication and supposedly seeing someone for it as he says, ‘Do not analysis me. I pay people for that.’ (SPOILER WARNING HERE) Nathan at our very first encounter pulls out a gun, more to show dominance than anything else in my own opinion, but I don’t think he was going to use it if he hadn’t been pushed back by Chloe which made him hit the trigger. If you watch when it happens he freaks out over it, knowing that he didn’t mean to. He shows remorse when he thinks no one is around. (END OF SPOILERS) He is just a lost and misunderstood character that got the mental illness makes you violent trope put on him and I hate that. 

Whelp that’s all I’ve got! I could add more characters, but right now my hands are hurting from typing this out so maybe later~

Okay to reblog~

Here are my other days so far if you wanna look at those~

Day 1: [Link]

Day 2: [Link]

Day 3: [Link]

[ianmoonestuff]

PILE ASIA TOUR IN MALAYSIA[WHOLE DAY COVERAGE]

I PROMISED TO MYSELF THAT I’M GONNA POST IT AFTER I GOT BACK!!!! But my browser crashed, I didn’t save it and my body was already taking their toll so..yeah. This post will be extremely long and blogging style. So take your time to read and brew a coffee or something.

UPDATE: -Q&A Corner videos -Removed the video(it was copyrighted and we managed to take it down eventually, sorry for late edit)

It was not a great start. I woke up at 8am(blame the hype!!) but still managed to get a cab at 9am. And as you can see I had to take a train first then changed to LRT to get there. Also as you can see, since this was not in Japan, it is typical for the train to arrive a bit wee late.

Then off to LRT.

Got to stop at Sentul Station since it was the only station located quite near to the HGH Convention Hall.

Haha now there was something nice to look at for this sore eyes. This banner was made by us the Malaysia’s Love Liver.

Redeemed my ticket there.(FRONT ROW FTW!!!)

If you ask me was it packed? I would say ma~ ma~ or so-so since it was still early in the morning and the first session was Meet and Greet so not a lot of people shows up actually. I’ll talk about it later at the end of the post.

HERE WAS PILE SAMA’s FLOWER STAND!!

Thanks for all the contributors for making our project a success! Notice my name there, I goes as KEI in real life.

Also the Callbook! Sponsored by Love Liver Malaysia.

Before I proceed to the Meet and Greet session. Please do understand that I didn’t took any pictures since I had to respect her agency/organizer’s wishes and SO DO YOU.

The session started off with a Q&A Corner and from there I learned a lot about her. Like..A LOT!

-She ate chinese dish called daikonmochi here in Malaysia(hmm...) -When she’s tired, she love to play with her dog and watch some movies(fun fact: she bought a leek so that she can pretend to use it as a lightsaber www) -She hate wearing contact lenses.(?) -Her favourite colour is Pink despite her room is Blue. -She interested to do a collaborative work with other singers/bands but she thought that she got a lot of things to improve so she hold that for awhile(aww a Kouhai admiring her Senpai) -This one making me really interested. She describe some people here in Malaysia quite...’Mysterious’. Haha I really indeed understand this and I really do. You guys probably know that the main religion here in Malaysia is Islam and majority of the people are muslims. So she was probably having like a ‘culture-shock’ or something when she saw the women here wore scarf(or tudung we called it here) covering their head. Haha you learned a lot now PILE-chan.

Next was a Game Session. Contain 3 games: Batsu Maru(simply X and O), Green or Red and Janken(Rock-Paper-Scissor). Noticed that all the games are basically gamble type :D

So Batsu Maru was consist of PILE’s trivial question that test your knowledge about her. I’m not a big fan of PILE so I already expected to lose here. If you got it correct you need to stand up and for those who lost need to sit down. It goes on until we get 2/3 of the people. Did I win?

NO.

Next would be Green or Red. Simply use your card like above and guess what was the colour of the ball that PILE draws. As usual it keeps on going until a few people left. Did I win?

NO but have been volunteering for 3 years in ACG event and I knew the tricked behind that draw box. *wink**wink*

Last would be Janken against PILE herself. Unfortunately for any game session like this with guest star, there is no such thing as draw. So you will consider as lose eventhough you are ‘draw’. Did I win?

NO.

BUT! Thanks to PILE-chan’s generosity, we still have a chance at Lucky Draw!! I believe in GOD that my luck was beside me. So did I win?

YES MOM!! MMMMMMGGGGHHHHHHHH!!! KYAAAAAA!! KFJHDSFJSBFANFJWEOIRN!!!

The other will received the same Polaroid picture with PILE-chan herself. (OMG HER FASHION SENSE!! MMMMMMMMGGGGHHHH)

Other than that was PILE-chan’s New Year postcard.

This part was during Concert Session. As I said before I won’t post anything that violate the organizer/agency wishes. They even said it there on the screen. CAN YOU EVEN READ?!? I wish they did this on other live concerts though.

Here are my summaries during the concert; -The concert was a BANG!! -BURNING!(https://www.instagram.com/p/BPiLLqKgY-C/) Like literally because I was at VIP seat and those fire effect was like infront of me. But that was nothing for PILE as she was more closer during that time. -PILE DANCING INFRONT OF ME!!! KYAAAA!! -HANABI SONG IS THE BEST!! Especially the calls(PILE CHAN!!) -She impressed that we understood her Japanese well. -There was this funny moment where when she said that it would be the last song, all of us were like “EEEEEHHH?” She shocked that every single of us respond it that way which is kinda funny to her. She still insisted of saying it and again we respond with “EEEEHHH?” that lead to her saying “いやいや序段じゃなくて…” www -Bringing us back our Love Live moment by singing それは僕たちの軌跡, . Showing us that µ's is still in our heart...forever. -Kudos to PILE’s guitarist. He’s awesome with his guitar performance. Almost got a chance to shake his hand though T_T

The rest of the post would be some pictures I took and from other sources and my point of view.

PILE did some prayers hoping for the concert to go smoothly and same goes for her guitarist~ (Awwww~)

I had to buy another KB just for her event.(D.E.D.I.C.A.T.I.O.N)

But still I forgot about this lightstick. My hands were full of KB! What do you expect?

And that was it. Hoping to attend more concerts after this(...and expecting my wallet-kun to burn)

So here are my opinions, do note this is my PERSONAL opinions. So do take it with a grain of salt;

-The venue is kinda in-the-middle-of-nowhere. Sure extra mark goes for the hall and the facilities(those washroom was like being inside a michelin-rated kinda washroom...literally) but it was surrounded with housing areas and school beside the venue?(not just a normal school though, PM me if you wanna know) But overall was amazing and so far no unnecessary incident happen.

-Number of people. I dunno how should I describe it. Kinda disappointed actually. There were still empty seats left. But I pretty much understand it why. Not all of people know who PILE is. You cannot expect a large fanbase to turn up if you did a concert on a secluded areas. You wont get the right answer if you ask some random aunts in Malaysia whether they know who is PILE. Good thing her japanese fanbase were here too though but still not enough. Somehow, I thought something not great inside PILE’s mind during her appearance last night based on her face. It really troubles me for awhile but the least I could did just giving my best in cheering her up. I hope that she didn’t cry or disappointed because of us. We have done our greatest to spread the word but...*sigh*  

-The dark thing about marketing field Personally I prefer for PILE to sing her song ONLY. I want to watch PILE as...PILE. I’m kinda sad to hear some people just came hoping for Love Live songs. This happened to other artist and other countries as I received a rumor of certain LLiver sent email to certain organizer stating that he/she was quite disappointed because of lack of LL songs. I wish I can hit you somehow. I understand that Maki helped PILE in her music industry. She was the one who helped her to raise back up after falling for quite some time. But again like I said I want to see PILE as PILE. But in the end, it all depends on the marketing strategy, fans and PILE herself. I still enjoyed the LL songs like usual though. You guys don’t want to see me in LLiver mode though...kinda scary. She sang Darling(not Daring), それは僕たちの軌跡、愛してるばんざい(updated) and Snow Halation and yeah we did the usual light stick switching from white to orange.

-PILE’s fashion sense and her dancing skill I...I don’t know what to say but dang PILE really has A very good fashion sense. Also those dancing skill...you just made my heart skipped a bit YOU KNOW THAT?!?!? And when she dance infront of me...*fainted* www

And that’s all for the coverage. This post was especially made for @emitsunosaurus-rex but anyone can come to read but remember to take it with a grain of salt. Now back to weather...

EXTRA: I asked PILE to make a kiraboshi pose(my polaroid pic there) but...she didn’t know. It makes me sad T_T Google up for the anime Star Driver if you millennials don’t know too.

P/S: I’m very sorry. This is my first time making a coverage that involved big stuff like this. Please don’t kill me. I’m very sorry though...like really. But I like it because it shows some of my weakness here. I’LL DO MY BEST ON THE NEXT ONE!! Again I’m sorry, truce? If there’re something that makes you uneasy, just let me know okay.

Credits/sources; Que Innosenzo Poh Huai Bin Welcom Music iME Asia Animax Asia emitsunosaurus-rex me

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biker!got7

PART TWO (a.u)

SEE PART ONE HERE

or’: in which dumb7 like to think they’re the new local gang and should be considered badass just because they got a bunch of bikes off ebay that were on sale and now they pretend to take beatdown requests. tip: don’t trust maknae line to be on their own. 

warnings: mentions of bars/paid violence/gangs, vulgar language, lots of crack actually 

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youngjae: 

• signature items: dentist voucher card 2 at the price of 1 for teeth whitening                              + smiley face fake earring 

• cutest biker you’ll ever meet w a smile so pure that u start to feel bad for that time you forgot to give a pencil back in 3rd grade that is the youngjae effect© • he lets little kids around the neighborhood  put cute stickers and flowers on his motorcycle and it’s the cutest thing he gets so happy when he sees a new lilly on the handle he actually has a flower chain all over the front and everyone envies him • and no the background sound you just heard wasn’t jackson screaming that little kids won’t come near him as they cling onto yj’s leg nope (that cursed honda...,,) • everyone loves him like this is certified u exist u love youngjae these are the rules but grannies are especially in love w him  • once said a bad word and the whole group panicked and put youngjae into quarantine bc they thought they were losing him to ~the plague~ • he goes to buy them bread every morning and delivers them w his bike and then in the afternoon they race each other yj with his motorcycle and the grannies w their scooters except poor so rin whose husband always goes to afternoon ‘strolls’ w it so he takes her on the back of his bike and ends up losing bc of that like 99% of the time  • sunday night it’s break from fight night bc he goes to play bingo with them and takes the rest of got7 and they are the most excited whenever someone yells bingo even tho it’s not their boy (tip: youngjae has no idea about bingo to this day) •  met the grannies at the dentist as he was getting his teeth whitened and they bonded over weird mumblings and random swallows and trying to communicate while having multiple people’s hands in their mouths at the same time and he just can’t let them go  • now he may look innocent & pure but listen up ok,,,,listen here,,,,,,,,,,he rly is •  except maybe that one time when he bumped into a stranger and didn’t apologize and jesus fucking christ it haunted him for weeks like he would decline when offered lucky charms bc he failed his #code and g o d so he’s not worthy of receiving happiness • he’s supposed to be the one who beats people up but he’s the poodle and the only infernal thing is other gangs’ desire to protect this flower man • wears fluffy socks bc he gets cold feet easily • every time a member is sad said member wakes up with a stuffed bear wearing a leather jacket next to him in bed but “no one” knows who puts them there cause stuffy’s mama didn’t raise a snitch

bambam: 

• signature items:  puppy photos to appease the gods                              + shea butter hand cream 

• the whole city knows him like they hear the word ‘bam’ and this guy pops into their heads 5 mins later the streets are deserted • cue in confused baby bam coming up the street on his bike like ‘:( where is everyone i wanted to show them my new pastel pink mickey mouse socks i bet jihyo would’ve liked them’ so he just takes polaroids of them and puts them in everyone’s mailbox as tokens of his affection • has sometimes troubles with parking his motorcycle bc he can’t rlly hold it perfectly always to park it and yugyeom just jumps out of the bushes like ‘here i come to halp worry not my small noodle man’ • the first one to reject jaebum’s “infernal poodles” idea • ”hyung do you want us to be the laughingstock of the neighborhood we can’t name ourselves infernal poodles that’s so 3rd grade let’s go for malevolent west highland white terriers” - triggered bam 2k17 while holding his pinky up bc he has #class “don’t encourage him u nuthead”

• you’d think he would stop dabbing at some point but nope he’s a professional dabber born&raised™ nearly crashed his yamaha into jackson once while dabbing and the poor guy has never been the same     • like really he would literally get his collection of gold holy crosses out and start spewing latin exorcism chants whenever dumb bam raised his hands • once dabbed in a rly shabby bar bc the beat was lit and punched this shawn michaels wannabe in the face and started a bloody (literally) fight which ended up w/ yug dragging everyone to the hospital bc he was the only one who hadn’t fought (bless his tiny bladder) • PAW patrol enthusiast made everyone dress up as the characters during halloween (he nearly passed out after channeling his inner tarzan to fight mark bc i aM GONNA BE SKYE U PIECE OF PUP POOP-) then forced them to sing the op whilst searching for roaming ghosts bc he also wanted to be ray from ghostbusters (but like ~cooler~ and on a bike)       • sneak master from bangkok hides in the shadows to take aesthetic pics of these rly hipster looking guys (like, living in the sewerage bc we don’t believe in homes hipster) smoking bc he may be soft and squishy but his insta theme is #edgyweedaddictbiker even tho he freaks out whenever someone says ‘mary’ • wanted to decorate his bike w/ some rly cute & rly glittery & not badass at all baby animals stickers but jaebum caught him and confiscated them and now bambam goes all (๑´╹‸╹`๑) whenever they’re alone in a room

• (”but hyung, they fit our aesthetic!!!” 

“how in the heavens do a bunch of black kittens represent us”

“...they mean bad luck??”) =>> jaeshook needed like 10 mins and an ear pull from jinyoung to compose himself  •  has noticed that jb lets youngjae have stickers on his motorcycle bc ‘the kids put it there’ so he tries that too but jaebum is like ‘oh yea and please tell me where do this kids find yellow glittery stickers with baby camels on them’  ‘it’s mustard goddammit hyung’)

• he’s the sacrificial lamb whenever the guys wanna get in a fight like rly they might lowkey want him to get beaten so that he’ll become T O U G H • and all he can do is stand in front of these big&buffed up men like ‘pls don’t hurt the child i can do the cooks they call me bambam bc my maple syrup pancakes are yumyum’ • insert housewife!bambam making muscly man breakfast for those big ass guys resulting in them being all friends!!amigos!!comrades!!! who are in love with bambam • bambam receiving black roses (bc red roses are for pussies) every 2 weeks from the dudes in return!!!! (also guess what’s the sole reason why nobody messes with his gang) •  always pretends that he hadn’t noticed that his instagram captions are my chemical romance lyrics added by jaebum,,, but,, he knows,, •  and now he might have welcome to the black parade saved to his phone but what jb doesn’t know won’t hurt him 

yugyeom: 

• signature items: fur turtlenecks                             +  XL skinny jeans ( the xl stands for extra leggy) • wears heavy clothes so he thinks they make him look shorter (but rly they just turn him into this cheap & memey version of slenderman bc he just can’t get the tentacle part right) • the neighborhood kids start crying whenever they see him on his bike and yj has to spend like 5 hours trying to calm them down and then 5 more to console  • but rly he’s just an overgrown puppy in need of love and when he doesn’t receive enough he just wraps his arms and legs around someone like ‘hi it me the friendly octopus may our love prevail and may you never escape our - not gay at all what are you talking about we’re bros, bro - embrace~’ • he would write these super poetic poems about love & adoration and all that mushy mushy fluffy shit and then read them to the others (insert: distressed members trying to keep at least their sexuality straight bc they sure as hell can’t do that with their bikes) but then he adds ‘bro’ at the end and the magic dissipates and everyone is reminded that they keep him around just bc he looks rly ominous in the dark + he’s tall so he keeps other gangs away •  goes home complaining to his hyungs about him just lightly pushing a bad guy to set him off and then said guy punched him in the face and he feels extremely wronged • ‘yeah i started it but he didn’t have to hit me so hard’ • usually complains at the dinner table and uses the kitchen utensils in his hand gestures and knocks some plates down and that is where he really catches those hands from mark and jinyoung • the members sometimes call him daddy long legs so at night he pretends he’s the babadook and hides in their closets just to mess with them bc he can • and after he startles them he’s like ‘why did you -hyung stop screaming it’s just me- why did you think it was ok to put the cereal on the bottom shelf you know i never notice things that are below my arms’ ((lmao he never gets an answer bc jackson always faints)) • at first he didn’t want to join the gang because that meant buying a motorcycle and he couldn’t do that bc when he was 13 his parents bought him this rly snazzy™ bike for his bday - a few months later and he couldn’t use it anymore bc he’s grown out of it and he’s been scarred ever since so now he thinks that bikes make him grow taller & he fears that one day he might crush his smol friends while stepping on them • ok but like grannies love him tho bc he’s lean, strong & can carry things =>> he’s like perfect grandson material and when he’s not around they can’t stop gushing about him and yj is on the verge of crying every time bc this is so beautiful this is what he lives for and he sometimes records them and plays the recording when he’s sad and can’t sleep • has troubles with talking back to his hyungs and sometimes gets smacked without deserving it bc jb think’s he’s being sarcastic but that’s just his voice give the boy a break • during the winters he wears this weird ass fur coat that jb got him from the same dealer and he puts it on w a serious expression before the fights and acts like he’s jon snow and sometimes does it during jy’s negociations too but always gets the references wrong and told the barman during closing time that he shall not pass ((someone save him.mp3))