#i liked that it actually had arms but they did contribute to this weird sorta claustrophobic feeling

[little-eye-guy]

had to switch back to my old chair

[simpz-art-stash]

Late beginnings

Summary: Mac goes out for a drink, and happens upon some advice he takes into consideration about his skewered relationship with Wukong. Before finally taking some action to mend the long burnt bridge. (Author’s note: I barely did any beta reading for this so if it’s worded strangely that’s just how I write without the normal filter on. I’m country so HOWDY) Next Page ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The night was late, but he didn’t care, he might as well have been nocturnal with the way his whole life revolved around the whole stereotype of shadows and shit. He’d walked into a bar he’d passed through a few times before, donning his human disguise of course beforehand, and walked in without sparing anyone else a glance. Before planting his rear in one of the stools seated at the front bar, ordering a drink to get the night started. “I’m really looking forward to seeing that new Monkey King movie with the trailer they just released. You saw it too right?? The whole style of the film is on par with their most recent game- OH, you think they’re gonna make a game of it?? I bet you they wiiiill!~” Ugh, great, just what he’d come here to avoid.

Mac’s eyes glanced to the blabbermouth boasting about whatever new movie was being made about his ex, to see two girls residing a ways down near the other end of the bar a few seats away from him. Both looking to have had a fair night themselves already if any of the cups and plates hanging around their spot was anything to go by. “Probably. I hope it’s better than last game that came out on the Brick 360, the bugs in that thing were gross to deal with.” Their friend commented back. Before looking down at their phone and claiming that it was getting late and that they had to go. “Yeah I’ll see ya Monday!” The chick waved their friend off a lazy farewell after they’d paid their bill before going back to their drink, now taking less tedious sips as the mood seemed to smooth out from their conversation prior. “I see someone’s a pretty big fan of that ol’ man.” Macaque piped up from where he sat, earning the attention of the stranger he’d directed his comment towards. “The Monkey King yeah?” Sparks danced in the chick’s eyes at the recognition of the name, before the stranger perked up and beamed a smile back at him, “You betcha! I’m a total nerd for that legend.” ‘A legend, hah.’ “S’the whole reason I moved to China in the first place.” She jabbed a thumb at her chest, “All the way from America!” Mac whistled, “That’s a pretty far leap to take, even for a legend. What, you hopin’ you’ll get the chance to see em’ or somethin’?” He sneered, taking his glass and lazily swirling it in his hand. “I wish!” She laughed, “Nah I mostly just moved here for work. If anything though it’s cuz a them for where I am now. I’d never even heard of him till about five years ago!” Mac blinked, lowering his drink from his lips, “You’re joking…”

“Not at all! No one hardly knows the story back home. Only reason I found out was cuz I just started gettin’ into anything monkey-related as a hobby.” She pointed at him, “Don’t laugh either, it’s a wildly popular standpoint to have these days online.” Mac quirked a brow at that, he’d hardly touched the internet these days save for whenever he needed some quick info on something he couldn’t find elsewhere. He held his hands up, “Hey I ain’t judging…” He smirked a little to betray the look that he totally was though. It was kinda funny how ironic it was him being there right then. She squinted at him, “Anyways...Yeah, I’d seen stuff of him online, but I’d never paid much attention to it up until recently.” “What made you change your mind?” Mac boredly probed, taking a sip. She simply shrugged, “I was in a dark headspace, guy made me laugh.” He paused, “Wait, seriously??” “I mean have you HEARD half the crazy shit he’s done??” ‘Babe I’ve LIVED through half the shit he’s done.’ “Like, literally, the guy is HILARIOUS. My favorite story out of them all being one where he literally tricked THREE taoist immortals into drinking his own piss!!” She burst out laughing while Mac choked on his drink a little, not having expected to hear that of all things. Sure he’d heard a few of the shenanigan’s his peaches had gotten up to throughout his journey to the west but he’d never heard that one before. Nor had he the patience to read through all that mess of context that had been published either. “Ahhh man, it still gets me…” The chick sighed with a few leftover laughs as she wiped a tear from her eye. “What about you? What’s your favorite story?” She asked. And suddenly Mac felt like he’d been put on the spot as he stared back at her. “Come ooon, surely there’s one that’s gotten your gut rolling.” She pried. ‘Plenty, but there ain’t no way in hell I’d tell a soul.’ “Bahh...there ain’t the first one that comes to mind that I’d like. Honestly I’m not even much of a fan.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Whaaat?? Aw come on! There’s tons of cool n’ funny stories!” “Heh..can’t imagine what you find so charming about a guy who’s too good for his own friends.” Mac spitefully twacked himself mentally for spewing something so personal like that out. Ugh, and he hadn’t even finished half his drink yet… The chick sitting to his left seemed to tilt her head a little before she squinted at him. Her silence being what brought his attention from his drink to her as he blinked back with a quirked brow. “What?” “Your eyes, they’re like raging storm clouds.” She pointed out. He blinked, not really sure how to feel about that. The only one who’d ever really pointed that out to him before was… “...So?” “Nothing!...” She shrugged, turning back away towards her own drink as if no conversation at all had happened between them. Whatever...he had his fill of shit to drink to either way. The night might’ve been late but he was just getting started. “He makes me laugh though.” She pointed out, earning her a glance. “All his stories n’ stuff. If there was ever a man I’d want, it’d be one who could always make me laugh.” “Hmph, not one for strength?” He took a long sip. Ignoring the bitterness of others fawning over someone he’d come to love before he’d gotten so popular. “Strength is fine n’ all, but it can only take a relationship so far..you gotta have more pieces to put in that crockpot of a relationship if you wanna make it taste good. Stuff like patience, honesty, a little bit of everything to help it all come together to make it juuuuust right.” “Hm…” “It can’t be all just you putting the stuff in there either, it’s gotta be a contribution from both gardens. Otherwise you’ll just barren your lands and be left with nothing to spare yourself or others in your life with.” She glanced at Mac, “Relationships are tricky like that, but they should always be a 50/50 split~” She winked. That...actually sounded like pretty sound advice. Something he’d heard a little here and there before but never so simply laid out. Though it made sense from his standpoint, fairness n’ all that. But he’d been that way with Wukong before and it had never worked out, all the bickering and such, so what had gone wrong? “Can I...ask you something?” Mac inquired. “Shoot.” “What’re your thoughts on..a relationship that seemed fine, but then the other changed so much that everything about it fell apart?” “Mmm...care to sprinkle in a lil more context?” The chick eyed him. Mac’s face scrunched up a little, no idea why he was asking some random mortal for relationship advice of all things. “Hey man. We’re both probably never gonna meet again after tonight, so if you’ve got skeletons in your closet, your best place to let em’ out is here. Bartenders are known for being the most well kept secret keepers in all the world after all~” She winked at the bartender in question who simply looked the other way with a look that might’ve suggested such a fact as truth. “Hm…” Ah screw it, “Alright alright…” He sighed and put his drink down, “There’s..someone. We used to be real close, we were strong together but then uh..shit got real and he had to go deal with it. But when he came back he uh, wasn’t the same as before, an I might’ve sorta assumed he was cheating on me so…so we kinda fell out.” The chick nodded, “Ahh..the classic misunderstanding of change and cheating, a tale as old as time.” She seemed to hum a moment before she turned from where she was seated, if not to hop down off her stool and plop down on the one right up next to him. “Uh-” “Shhh, lemme see those eyes.” She squinted, leaning in and staring deep into his. It’d would’ve been really unnerving if she hadn’t said anything about them before, now he was a lil put off that he might’ve been asking a witch of all things for advice… “Right. Well, at least you feel bad about it. So there’s that.” He blinked and his brows furrowed, “Wh- of course I feel bad about it, it was his fault-” He suddenly had a finger pressed to his lips. “Nope! Nooononono, you do not get to throw all the blame elsewhere like that sweetheart. There ain’t no way in hell you’re gettin’ a second chance with them if you keep that up.” She pulled her hands back. His face scrunched up and he found himself crossing his arms, if he had his tail out it would’ve been irritably swaying behind him right then at just how annoyed he was getting at this weird lady and her words. “Oh yeah? An what do you think’s best then huh?” “I dunno if you’d be up for that kinda challenge…” She idly fiddled with an imaginative piece of lint off her sleeve, which only seemed to irritate Mac further at the thought of him not being able to handle Wukong of all people. Like sure he’d gotten his ass handed to him before but he could still hold his own! “Try me.” The chick glanced back at him with a smirk, which caught him off guard for a second before he shot her a glare back. “Alright, but it’s definitely not gonna be as quick or easygoing of a recovery as you might hope it’ll be. Nor is there even a chance of you recovering it in the first place. But, you at least got that spark enough to try so who am I to deny?” ‘Hmpt, dam right I got a spark.’

“First of all, no more blaming, if you’re gonna tackle this properly, you gotta do yourselves a favor an quit it with the blame placing. Sure it’s easy, but it ain’t gonna get you nowhere but back to square one. It’s all in the past, the now is now. So push forward to fix it and put it behind you two so you can focus on the more important things.” “Easier said than done…” “Hey man, even if they don’t follow the same ruleset at first you could always work things out to make it one later on. I’m just tellin’ ya right now so you won’t just go diggin’ yourself a deeper hole.” Honestly at this point he was pretty much six feet down under, death to him would’ve been a mercy right then. “Fine…” He rolled his eyes. “Next up, apologizing…” -----------~----------- “I thought I told you to stay off my island.” Mac didn’t really glance back from where he stood high up on one of the breathtaking ledges that which Flower Fruit Mountain bolstered. His arms crossed, eyes sternly held against the leftover warmth of the late afternoon sun as it shifted the skies hues from blue to blood red. Hopefully that would be the only tinge of red the Mountain would see after today. “I know.” “What, no witty remark? Give me one good reason-” “I just wanted to talk.” Mac stated plainly. “Why the hell should I give you the chance?” “...” Mac wasn’t sure if he could come up with a good enough reason after the shitshow he’d caused him the last few centuries, most recent being his spat with him between MK. “I’m sorry.” That seemed to catch the king off guard, as he paused in his vicious glare to stare at the other. “Excuse me??” “I’m.Sorry.” Mac turned finally to Wukong, that look of fiery malice having softened immensely upon meeting their eyes. “I was wrong for what I did and I’m sorry.” Wukong’s face looked like it had had a stroke with how frozen in place it was, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Hurting everyone around you just to get back at you, I was wrong for doing that. And I just wanted to apologize.” Mac’s face twisted a little, the words coming out a little rougher than he’d liked, but he’d managed to get three steps in so far… “If you think a few sorry’s are gonna be enough to make up for all that crap then you gotta nother’ thing comin Mac.” Wukong finally shook off the surprise and crossed his arms with a steely gaze. “Nah I know they ain’t worth shit with as long as it's been...which it’s been..a really, really long time come to think of it..nearly 3000 years…” Fucking yikes. “What’s your point?...” Wukong raised a brow at him. “My point is...my point..” What was his point? To make amends and hope they’d get back together? To go back to the way things were? That couldn’t be done with the way things were now. Wukong had a successor, a moral compass, a lotta shit that Mac didn’t. A lotta shit that he wanted but never could figure out how to get his own. His face scrunched up a little and he sighed, “I..just wanted to make things right.” “Oh-hoh? After so long you finally decided to admit you were at fault? Sorry Mac, but it’s waaaay too late for that.” Wukong huffed, “Honestly, this is probably just another one of your stupid tricks if anything. The old Macaque would never throw himself down like that.” “Well maybe I’ve changed!” Mac exclaimed suddenly, his temper flaring a bit as his eyes flashed lightning. “3000 years later? As if…” Wukong rolled his eyes and turned away, “You’ve still got that same look in your eyes you always do whenever we fight. Do me a favor and just keep away from the hot springs this time yeah? The last time you were here you sent a whole dam boulder over there and smashed half the pools.” He waved his hand dismissively. “And I happen to take my once a month bath’s very seriously.” Mac’s nostrils flared a little at just how flamboyant Wukong was acting towards him and his attempt to make amends. How he just saw his attempt as a joke and nothing more, it pissed him off. Wukong had changed and everyone had accepted him, well not everyone, but still, why couldn’t the same be for him? Had he really fooled himself into believing that there was a chance he and Wukong could be together again? His shoulders slumped a little. Of course, who was he kidding. A 3000 year old pit of grudges wasn’t about to just up and disappear at the wave of a white flag. This was Wukong, the same guy who still playfully pestered the gods and demons around him for past conflicts that had happened between them. -----------~----------- “But you can’t just go, ‘ooo I’m so sorry for what I did.’ Nah, you gotta follow the five steps.” The chick claimed. “Yeesh, this a learning course now?” Mac tilted his head to the side. “It is if you wanna make things right.” She claimed matter a factly. “The five steps have never failed me before and have worked wonders for any an all my relationships. Might not quite have the same range of effect you’re going for but it’ll at least be a good start.” “Heh, you got the guts to back up that case?” Mac sneered. “I will if you don’t manage to screw it up.” The chick pointed out. “The five steps go as follows.” - express sorrow (I’m sorry) - own guilt (I was wrong) - name specific wrongs (I did X) - name impact (I hurt you) “And finally...” -----------~----------- “What can I do to prove myself to you?” Macaque asked finally. “What can I do to at least make it to where we can..not fight anymore..and just talk?...” Wukong stood there for a long moment, his features unreadable as their silence was muffled by the wind bellowing between them both from being so high up. “You really are serious about this aren’t you?...” Wukong’s head shifted ever so slightly, but not enough to where Mac could get a reading on his emotions. “I’m tired of fighting and waiting and thinking that if enough time passes things’ll go back to the way they were...when they never will. Trying to hurt you isn’t gonna make the old you come back, no matter how many times you beat me down...It’ll never be the same.” Mac admitted finally. A quiet gust settled down between them, before Wukong seemed to let out a dry chuckle and shook his head. “Can’t believe it took me 3000 years to beat the sense into you.” He turned and looked back at the other, where he no longer held a look of seething hate, but more akin to that of the same tired look just as the one Mac wore. Mac felt a sliver of guilt wriggle its way into one of the cracks of his heart and he glanced away, pulling a hand back and scratching his head. “Yeah well...your kid hit me pretty hard last time, enough to knock it in place.” A small smile crept a little onto his face. “Hm~ He’s gettin’ pretty good at hittin’ stuff with that old stick.” Wukong’s eyes glinted a little at the appeal of how proud he was for MK having taken Mac out the way he did. A little over the top and flashy, just like him.” “He’s got a pretty strong master to thank for that…” Mac found himself yearning a little for that same glint to be reflected on his memory the same way as MK’s. Not that he couldn’t see himself holding the same appeal for MK the way Wukong did, kid was strong, just a lil desperate in some of the cracks that shaped his outline. Something Macaque found that was easy enough to take advantage of, and something Wukong held a blind eye to. “Hm.” Wukong’s reply pushed him out of those thoughts for the moment as they shared a brief look between one another. A glimmer of reconsideration flashing between the two before Wukong finally turned his head away to drink in the sunset before them. “One chance.” Mac felt his heart nearly stop at that answer. “I’ll give you one chance, but if you screw this up, don’t even think about showing your face to me again.” Wukong replied, “I mean it this time…” Mac swallowed a little and nodded. Anything, he’d be willing to do anything to gain back what little trust he could from Wukong. “Good...you can start making up for it by apologizing to MK.” Mac blinked and sputtered a little as Wukong turned away and began to make his way back down the mountain. A smile playing on his lips while Macaque groaned to the heavens about his next trial.

[vegalocity]

Secret kisses and Touching 2, 14, 22, 23, and 44. Secret Silktea relationship, except both spider fam and Monkey fam actually know! Half of them don’t care enough to say anything (Pigsy,Tang,Spider Queen,Wukong,Syntax) while the other half wants them to reveal it when they’re ready (Min Yi,MK,Mei,Goliath,Sis) - Pixel Anon

Affection meme

49. secret kisses

2. running fingers through hair

14.putting an arm around the other’s waist

22.falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

23. carrying the other one in their arms

44.sitting on the other’s lap

this took me forever to put together because for some ungodly reason i couldn't figure out the scenario

so i decided on a little vignette compilation of sorts

--

They knew what they were doing.

Of course they knew what they were doing. It was in either of their best interests to keep this a secret. Just because the clan had stopped their crusade to take over the city and their queen had dialed down the ‘revenge’ ideas, didn’t mean there wasn’t still bad blood between his clan and Sandy’s family.

And it wasn’t too difficult, it just meant that when they were all working together for some greater threat or whatever that they’d have to be sneaky. It was easy stealth was one of Huntsman’s greatest Attributes and suspecting Blue of anything was like suspecting a small dog of knocking over a bulldozer.

It wasn’t too hard to simply keep their hands to themselves. Or at least, it wasn’t hard for Sandy, Huntsman was quickly finding his self control lacking in regard to being in such a situation with his… well, with him. But could anyone blame him? Blue was more or less the hottest guy he’d ever ran into before and he was kinda-sorta DATING him! How could he not want to climb that like a tree at all times?

Especially when he was always being so stupidly fucking charming. Sure the ‘needlessly nice’ stuff wasn’t something he particularly appreciated, but it was starting to grow on him, if only on the amount of restraint he must have to keep it up all the time.

Soooo yeah maybe he was purposefully pushing their luck a little, but in his defense he wanted to see how much desire based frustration it would take before ol’ Blue would just pin him against a wall and make him regret wondering.

--

Syntax had shooed him away from being a nuisance at his worktable, so naturally, Huntsman had to go be a nuisance at someone else’s worktable. Thankfully Sandy was far more agreeable to the company, and thankfully the bid of ‘Bugging Syntax first’ kept his alibi solid. He wasn’t just going over to see Blue he just wanted to be a louse and his normal target had already locked him out of his room. And so nobody really suspected anything when he started to peer over Sandy’s side to watch him tighten this or that thing on this or that device.

And it was pretty damn fun to see just how much of a ‘nuisance’ he could be. This particular bout resulting ih Huntsman being pressed against the car engine Blue had been working on, feeling the orange hair slide between his claws and messing up the stylized mohawk and shuddering when he felt those huge hands almost entirely encompass either of his thighs while keeping him aloft. He hissed through his teeth as he felt Blue give one of his legs a testing squeeze and rolled his hips forward a bit-

“Fish Demon? I need to get another set of eyes on these schematics or I'll actually go insane.” By the time Syntax looked up from his clipboard Sandy was working on the engine again and Huntsman was leaning against his work area and had barely had the opening to whip out one of his knives and his portable sharpener.

Though Sandy’s hair was unable to be fixed and fell to a side as he smiled at Syntax and took the offered blueprints from him.

--

He wasn’t a big fan of those domestic snatches of time, he wasn’t.

It was mostly an instinctual response, Spiders were pack bonders, so of course when his internal senses started categorizing Sandy as ‘pack’ then he’d relax without intending to while being pulled in with a hand on his waist.

Which was definitely the reason why he was curled up to Sandy’s side, the cool slick feeling of his scales strange against his more leather-like skin. That stupid instinct was the only real reason why he felt so comfortable and like he could practically fall asleep like this.

He felt Blue’s hand gently start running up and down his side and dammit that wasn’t playing fair, it wasn’t his fault that he had been having sleeping problems lately and was rapidly getting drowsy.

He could feel Blue’s hum as the world started to drift away-

“Hey Sandy what do you think- Uhhhh”

“Oh, hello Xiaotian.”

“You know you’ve got a spider on you, right?”

“Oh yeah, Looked like he was having some paranoia problems, took a bit of wheedling to get out but Huntsman here was up for like four days straight ‘till now!”

“Did… Did you slip him your sleepy tea?”

“Of course not! That would be super unethical! Also I'm pretty sure he’s still semi conscious and passively listening without any critical thought right now since he only just dozed off and would probably wake up angry if he overheard anything like that!”

“....right… so anyway-”

--

The brat knew.

Dammit he knew the brat knew. She definitely fucking knew.

He should have known better than to try anything with that Professional Snoop underfoot. But He’d had plans with Blue before having to get stuck with the brat tonight because the Queen needed Syntax’s expertise and the Sister was on shift at work and Goliath already had plans doing who knows what, and he was stuck with Minyi since he ‘didn’t have any plans’

He’d dragged his feet on the idea of cancelling with Blue, but he’d fucking done it so nobody could say he didn’t contribute to the upkeep of their clan’s youngest. It was just his luck that Sandy had been fine with coming over instead, and the brat had overheard some of the conversation and got excited about ‘Mr Sandy’ coming over to visit. The brat had insisted on stringing some of her fake flowers into his hair before he arrived, after dubbing him ‘suitably pretty’ (her words) she’d done up her own hair as similarly as she could because he certainly wasn’t helping her with her weird pre-’company is coming’ rituals.

And… Blue was a hit with the brat. He had an infinite amount of patience for the inane childish babbling, stooped low so she could string the remaining fake flowers in her possession (why did she have so many fake flowers?) into his beard, and offered to fix dinner for the lot of them (which was for the best since the brat was such a picky eater she could barely stomach some of his specialties)

And… he was not jealous of a six year old for how she was able to crawl into Blue’s lap while the lot of them watched some inane mystery show for the character drama alone since the brat called and explained the mystery within the first three minutes.

Blue was a bit awkward on the sofa, it made sense, Goliath would normally sit on the floor for how the height and width of the couch was not designed with bigger demons in mind, and Blue was considerably bigger than Goliath. So while the brat was cozy as could be in the place of honor, Huntsman was stuck perched on the arm of the couch as to not be crushed into it trying to squeeze in beside Blue.

Not that that would be a wholly unpleasant experience, but the presence of the brat made it go from tempting to awkward. Nonetheless, part of Sandy trying to get comfortable had included one of his arms resting on the back of the couch, and while it seemed the brat wasn’t paying attention, it slid down to wrap around his shoulders.

When the time came Minyi didn’t need to be told it was bed time for her, she loudly announced it herself, changed into her pajamas, and after saying goodnight to the both of them went on with a

“I am going to sleep now! And I will not be out of my room until morning so if anything were to be happening I certainly won’t know it, because I will be asleep.”

She smiled widely at Huntsman and closed her door.

Nosey little brat.

--

Tang huffed a quiet laugh as Sandy gingerly began to lift Huntsman into the air, his broken leg not quite able to be splinted just yet, let alone looked at properly. It seemed the lot of them had suffered some pretty nasty injuries from this last threat (and no doubt it would have been worse if their team and the Spider Clan hadn’t joined forces) including Tang himself despite being on the sidelines for most of it, he was pretty sure his shoulder was dislocated, and the cut on his forehead was still sluggishly bleeding all over the right side of his face, but compared to some of the others he was basically fine.

So once He was able to pop his arm back into place (Ouch) he took to handling cleanup with the only other ‘perfectly normal person’ here, a woman maybe a few years his junior, he’d seen her every so often with the Spider Clan (or rather, with Syntax) but he didn’t know her name.

“Do you think they actually think they’re being subtle?” Her words caught his attention and he turned to glance at the woman. She was in the middle of splinting Xiaojiao’s broken wrist and at Tang’s questioning glance, she nodded at Sandy and Huntsman. Oh!

“I’m sure Sandy thinks he’s the pinnacle of subtlety” Tang responded. He was pretty sure the ‘thing’ that had developed between their friend and the most brutal of the Spider Clan was the worst kept secret on the team since Red Son had started hanging out with Xiaotian and Xiaojiao on the weekends.

“They are so cute when you just walk in on them.” Xiaojiao said around a snicker. “Like how they jump apart like when you flip a magnet over to the matching side.”

“Does your team have a betting pool? My brother organized one for the clan, and if they do anything damning within the next month i win the pot.”

“No! Ohh man we should get one started up! Hey Pigsy! You wanna make a betting Pool for Sandy and Huntsman’s secret romance?”

“Why the hell would i want to do that?”

“Finally have dirt on Sandy after decades of him never being embarrassed about anything ever?” Tang offered with a shrug.

Pigsy thought for a moment and shrugged back before going back to fussing over Xiaotian. “Sure. Who’s bettin’ what?”

--

send me stuff!

[traumastag-moved]

Big vent ahead, I finally opened up about it all to someone so ya

My abuser used sex as a means of controlling me. I wasn’t sexually abused but she would lie about stuff like that constantly and I don’t know what would’ve happened had I not distanced myself when I did in 8th grade after she’d asked me out a bunch of times and I got too afraid to say no the last time. We went on a bunch of “dates” before I panicked and cut it off. I can remember vividly the night that made me stop it. Since her I’ve had five people either raped or sexually assaulted while I was friends with them and that’s part of why another situation involving my best friend makes me so angry, how prevalent sex is when his ex is trying to “talk” and shit like that because with all five people I feel l could’ve done something but I failed. I found out about one of those really recently and I think that’s contributing to my mental state right now. And quite frankly she’s raped him but he refuses to see it as such because he was coerced to. Which is still rape. I’ve missed weeks worth of school because of my flashbacks becoming so much worse. She would always make me go on Omegle with her and you know there’s always creeps on there and she would make me watch whatever the hell they did and made me flash them sometimes. And I’m not sure when it started but I remember in eighth grade I’d send shit to weird old men on the internet because it would make me worth something to her. I don’t like to call it a relationship or anything of the sorts but the night that was our “last date” was when I actually started having boundaries but somehow it still took another year to realize it was abuse. And I don’t remember th time of year which bothers me a lot. We were watching Pan’s labyrinth on my bedroom floor and she was complaining the entire time but I remember us both laying on our stomachs and I looked over and sorta touched shoulders and she sat up and I flinched. She saw it and got mad and threw a fake punch and laughed when I went to defend myself and smacked me on the back of the head. I went to touch her arm and she got mad again and grabbed my forearms which is why I panic when I get blood drawn from there. But she locked her knees around my waist and kept her hands on my forearms and when I started to cry she threw me over and stormed off but I can’t remember if she left the room or just went to bed because I remember her being asleep and me panicking. I can’t be touched on my waist or my forearms or my thighs or my neck because of her. I can’t make out what happened but a reoccurring flashback I’ve been having is of her hands on my bare thighs. I think it was in their barn at night, I can remember straw poking my legs. Her hands were always so cold. I can remember too, her ramming my head into something metal. I can remember the sound almost like hitting a locker. I have no idea what happened but I can still feel it and hear it.

[phalloplastyaustralia]

8.5 weeks post op

Check up today with Gooseman at 8.5 weeks post-op RFF phalloplasty. He was super impressed with how my arm is healing. Everything else is healing well for the most part, besides a few little things. The scar on the underside of my penis has been pretty tight, particularly towards the base. I’ve been aware of this for weeks and have been massaging it with vitamin e and using silicone gel on it, which he wants me to continue doing. He said that the scar around the actual base of my penis is tight as well, which I truly hadn’t given much thought to and assumed it was normal, but that’s because I only have my only experience to base it off, where as he has everyone elses to compare to. He said that the tightness is causing it all to ‘sit a bit high’, which I assume was in reference to my junk that still sits below my penis, including my existing penis. This means that when he pulls my penis up and towards my abdomen, it pulls a lot on my existing penis. This is uncomfortable, BUT it works in my favour when it comes to wanking - I can basically tug gently on my penis and it’s enough to achieve orgasm. At present I will usually alternate between this and stimulating my existing dick, but I do believe I could achieve orgasm by tugging only on my dick, but I’ve still been a bit too anxious to do this, purely due to not wanting to compromise any of the healing process/long-term aesthetic outcome.

My primary concern has been about narrowing at the base, which has consumed a lot of my time the last few weeks. It’s certainly not overly noticeable or significant, but when you’ve forked out as much as I have on a penis, you’ll nitpick the tiniest things. Goossen thinks that the tightening of the incision could be contributing to this, but did acknowledge that I am “less full” and “a bit flatter” at the base, but he’s not concerned about it. Classic. He said that once everything is sitting properly (with implants), as well as when erect, it won’t be an issue. He also mentioned something about the tightness at the base contributing to this? But I don’t remember the specifics. 

He appeared very impressed with where my sensation is at. I had convinced myself that I read somewhere that left donor would result in more sensitivity on the right side, and vice versa. Then I was told that the hook up is done on the left and that I would likely experience more sensation on the left. I asked him about this today (whether the hook up was down on the left) and he didn’t confirm/deny this and explained how they try to hook as many nerves up, etc. and basically that there’s no rule of thumb for where you will or won’t experience certain sensations. He said that typically people will experience one side with more erotic than the other and more tactile on another side. 

At present, I have extremely strong sensation on the right hand side, slightly less strong sensation down the left, about 1.5-2inches along the incision on the underside up from the base at a lesser intensity, and then fairly dull (by dull, I mean I need to apply significantly more pressure to feel the sensation and it’s not as intense) along the top of my penis until about half an inch of so from the tip, where I feel nothing. Along the right side, all I have to do is run my finger very lightly down the shaft to feel this. Along the left snd on the underside I have to apply slightly more pressure. On the top, I’ve experienced the sensation for a few weeks if I flick it, but within the last week I am starting to feel it more if I rub my finger rapidly on it with a little nit of pressure. This is all displaced sensation, which I feel in my existing penis. At present it’s not a pleasant, good, sexy time feeling, but will be once it settles. Currently it feels like someone is stabbing a pin into the head of my existing penis (which iis great if that’s your thing, but I find it unpleasant. However I always do it, as it’s nice being able to make that connection between my penis and my brain and feeling it as something that exists as a part of my body). At present, I have no tactile sensation. However due to the intensity of the sensation I do have, I am very aware if something hits my penis. 

At this stage, I’m booked for February 6th 2020 for stage 2. I had the option of November 21st, but with how close it is to Christmas and the closure period for Goossen and his staff, I chose to push it back. If I were to experience and issues with the hookup, I would go home with an SPC over Christmas until he returns. And as ridiculous as it might sound to some, I really wanna be able to swim over the summer. This also gives me some additional time to recover from stage 1 and for any issues with the scar tightness to settle as much as possible. As well as get back in shape after my stage 1 sedentary life and subsequent weight gain, and save a bit of extra money. As much as I want stage 2 as soon as possible, I think that this is the most sensible thing to do for numerous reasons. I figure that I’ve waited this long, I’m sure I can wait an extra 2 months. 

I’m back up to see him again at the end of September to check on everything again, and I presume I’ll head back up again early 2020 to check everything before we go ahead with stage 2. 

I am also allowed to run now, provided that everything is “packed firmly” and “well supported”.

I have a little ‘bobble’ sorta thing at the end of one of the incisions on my butt, which has been rather tender and painful. Goossen said it could be a stitch or scar tissue, and if it doesn’t resolve itself by the time I have stage 2, he will revise it. Butt is still tender when seated for long periods and/or bad seating. Still some tightness in the backs of my legs, but nothing that is too bothersome. 

My arm is hopefully on the homestretch. I’m still dressing it with MepitelOne, and will continue to do so until I’m fully healed and can switch to silicone sheets. The few little problem areas look like they have improved since Thursday when the dressings were last changed. Fingers crossed that when I go back to the hand therapist next week, I’ll either be healed enough to go dressing free, or very close to it. I try to touch it quite regularly over the top of the dressings (rubbing, patting, scratching, etc. to adjust to the sensation). 

As a bit of a related sidebar, I kinda wanted to touch on the arm and the scarring, etc. The significance of the arm graft was something that I had a really hard time swallowing when I first looked at RFF a good decade or so ago. Despite being a weird body part to like, my forearms are probably the only part of my body I do like, and the thought of altering one of them so drastically always terrified me. Because most of the information about RFF has typically been out of the states, I had no idea that the donor site would be replaced with a full thickness from the butt until my consult (why the states haven’t caught up yet is beyond me, truly). Despite already having made the decision to have RFF, this was a game changer for me. And honestly, if I didn’t have tattoos that were compromised when the flap was lifted that make it very obvious that my arm has undergone a major surgical procedure, I don’t think the end result would bother me much at all. It sits SO FLUSH that once my wrist swelling goes down, it will be totally seamless. I know that the conspicuous scarring is a huge deterrent for a lot of people, and I very much understand that, but I think it’s important that people understand that what you see online from guys in the states is NOT what your arm will look like if you have surgery with Goossen. I’m not here to shame or make comments about peoples choices to pursue ALT, abdominal, meta or any other alternative procedure, but I think it’s important that people aren’t scared off by misinformation. This is not to say that guys who have had RFF in the states have lesser or subpar results as due to the use of the split thickness.

TLDR; healing well, few super minor relatively non-issue things that will hopefully sort themselves out, arm looks great, sensation is great, Dr Goossen is the love of my life, shoutout to the under appreciated but equally amazing and skilled Dr Ingram, life with a (bigger) penis is wild and worth every cent, stage 2 booked for Feb 6th 2020, don’t take everything you see on the internet as bible. Gravy.

[chemicalmagecraft]

The Gamer Hero, Deku Chapter 11

A/N: College stinks. This is a bit of a shorter chapter because of that and the fact that I don't want to start an entire arc mid-chapter. Don't worry though, next chapter's probably going to be a doozy to make up for it.

And in this chapter we see some more of that offscreen character development Bakugou had.

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I gulped. There was a huge mob of reporters standing in front of the gates, worse than any swarm of skeletons my Illusion Barrier could spawn. Their large, beady, camera-like eyes turned to focus on me, and they lurched over to me in a single horde like ravenous, information-hungry zombies. "Young man, have you been in a class with All Might yet?" the leader of the pack asked me.

"Eep," I said. "W-well..." I was cut off from an oppressive feeling coming from my left. I turned to see Kacchan glaring at the press gang.

"We're going to class," Kacchan said coldly. "Would you kindly fuck the hell off?"

"Hey, weren't you that one boy from the sludge mon-" Kacchan glared harder.

"Actually, we were both involved in the sludge monster incident..." I corrected.

"Wasn't the other kid Quirkless?"

"My Quirk is really weird, okay? I only really learned how to use it after that..."

Kacchan angrily cleared his throat. "Now could we please get to our class!?" he demanded.

"But-"

"Pretty fuckin' sure what you're doing is illegal," Kacchan said.

"And it's our job as heroes in training to report crimes in process, right?" I contributed.

"Right, so how 'bout you guys disperse before we go get one of our pro hero teachers, who I'm willing to bet won't like how you won't let us through."

"I really don't," Aizawa-sensei said from behind me. "Now please let my students go to their class unless you have a genuine, valid reason to keep them from their education aside from 'I want to know how All Might teaches.'"

"If it's any consolation, he's nice and gave us some pointers on our Quirks," I said.

"You got your statement, now let us through," Aizawa-sensei said. The crowd let us pass, though the lead reporter lady tried to chase us and was blocked by the security barrier.

"What the hell is with that? I could have died!" The reporter yelled.

"That thing's meant to catch villains who try to enter!" Kacchan yelled. "If it comes down, that means you're trying to trespass!"

Aizawa-sensei sighed. "I'll deal with this. You to get to the classroom."

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Kacchan and I summoned our elementals, causing some oohs and aahs from our classmates. "So these are our elementals," I said. They waved for the class, showing off a small application of their powers as well. "They're sorta like spirits made from a certain element of magic. I don't know if we create them or summon them from nature with the elemental ritual and they don't seem to have any answers. My theory is that they do exist in nature, but without a summoner they're too... primordial, if that makes sense, to do anything. It's only by forming a contract with a summoner that they can take humanoid forms. Any questions?"

"They're so cute!" Mina said.

Pyra smiled. "That wasn't a question, but thank you," she said.

"For whatever reason, they look like kids," Kacchan said. "Apparently how powerful they are is dependent on skill level or something. Our elementals are actually at the second stage or whatever. They looked even younger a couple months ago."

Tokoyami walked up to me and bowed on one knee. "Honored keeper of ancient knowledge, wouldst thou teach me thy power?" he said in a dramatic voice.

"What the fuck did I just listen to?" Kacchan asked to nobody in particular.

"Child of shadow," I said, playing along with him.

"Jesus fucking Christ Deku what the actual fuck," Kacchan groaned.

"Thou art but a fledgling in the ancient art of magyck, yet thy drive to learn is great."

"How the actual fuck did you manage to audibly pronounce 'magic' like that?"

I continued despite Kacchan's interruptions and the popup for Magycked Words. "For thy great ambition, I bequeath upon thee this." I raised my hands into the air, using Inventory to make a scroll slowly materialize from thin air, glowing with magical light. The scroll dropped into my hands and I held it out to him.

"Okay, so would anyone else like to fucking point out that Deku literally fucking had that ready in advance?" Kacchan asked.

"I thank thee for the arcane knowledge thou hast granted upon me," Tokoyami said as he gingerly accepted the scroll from me.

"Hey fun fact apparently words like thee and thou are actually informal, which makes this shitshow a lot more stupid," Kacchan said dourly.

"My only request for thee is to share this arcanum among any of our peers who should ask for it," I told him.

He bowed his head. "I solemnly swear it." He got up, gave me a small smile, and said, "And thank you for playing along..."

"Right, that's it. I'm fucking done. Taking a nap 'til Aizawa-sensei comes back," Kacchan said, then sat down at his desk. "Thanks for not yelling at me, Iida," he muttered before putting his head down.

"I've decided to not be too annoyed about that so long as you don't curse too much when class is actually in session," Iida explained. "Speaking of which, I believe we should take our seats soon. Aizawa shouldn't be too much longer."

"I've actually been here for all of Midoriya's speech, I just wanted to watch," Aizawa-sensei said from behind his desk, causing me to jump. "Now where should you guys be right now?" We all quietly took our seats. "Good. Now, first I'd like apologize if anyone was inconvenienced by the reporters outside. We're taking care of it. Next, I'd like to say that I saw the recordings from yesterday's Hero Basic class and I have some notes. Off the top of my head, Todoroki, you should try to be a little more efficient. Maybe try freezing the room instead of the whole building next time. Mineta, actually try. If anyone wants notes in more detail, talk to me. Now, what we're doing today is going to decide your future." Everyone tensed up. 

"You need to pick a class representative." 

And with that, the mood immediately lightened. Just about everyone raised their hands and asked to be class representative. It made sense; while being the class representative is normally a responsibility that people don't want, in the hero course it's a really good idea because hero agencies tend to notice people who take responsibilities like that.

"Everyone!" Iida shouted over the din. "We need to work this over in an orderly fashion! Perhaps we should put this to vote!"

"Don't we barely know each other?" Asui asked. "And won't everyone vote for themselves?"

"All the better!" Iida stated. "Anyone who has already managed to gain the trust of enough people to get the most votes would most likely be the best candidate for class representative."

After all of the votes were counted, the rankings were put on the board. "How did I get four votes!?" I asked. I really had no idea how that happened. I mean, I voted for Iida.

"Right, Midoriya's the representative and Iida and Yaoyorozu can figure out who's deputy between them," Aizawa-sensei said. After me, Iida and Yaoyorozu were tied for second place with two votes each.

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"I love the food here," Uraraka said as she ate some rice. She, Iida, Kacchan, and I were eating lunch together.

"You're literally eating only rice," Kacchan said.

"Well some of us are on a budget, Kacchan!" Uraraka said.

Kacchan twitched. "Don't fucking call me Kacchan. And can you seriously not afford anything other than rice?"

Uraraka blushed. "My parents don't really have too much money... It's already expensive enough for me to be here..."

Kacchan sighed and got up. "You're really gonna make me buy you something aren't you?"

She flailed her arms in front of her. "N-no! You don't have to do that for me!"

"You need to eat actual fucking food, idiot!"

"I don't want you to have to spend that much money just for me!"

"Too bad, my mom's a model! Just about everything on the menu's fucking chump change to me!"

Uraraka stopped her protesting and gasped. "Your mom's Bakugou Mitsuki! How did I miss that? You guys are almost identical!"

"Fuck if I know."

Uraraka pressed her fingers together and blushed a little. "Y'know, I'd kinda like to know how she looks that young. She's almost forty and she's still pret-"

"Aaaaand I'm gonna stop you right there before you start talking about how hot my mom you just said looks like me is. It's weird enough when strangers do it." He sped off. "I hope you like curry!"

"To answer your question, though," I said after Kacchan left, "it's because her Quirk, Glycerin, makes her sweat moisturizer." I grinned a bit. "It's actually a little interesting. While only the sweat from Kacchan's hands explodes, the sweat all over his body is altered, which is apparently a leftover of his mom's Quirk. Theoretically, Kacchan will age about as well as his mom does thanks to that."

"I didn't know Emitter Quirks could be passed on like that," Iida said. "I thought it was only Mutation Quirks that did that."

"No, Emitter Quirks can do that too, though it's normally a lot more subtle. Even though it's not my Quirk, I'm actually heat-resistant and have slightly more fire affinity because of my dad's Fire Breath, and my mother and I have more water affinity and can cry a lot thanks to her mother's Quirk, Ocular Gushers, which let her shoot water from her tear ducts like some sort of reverse heat vision. I haven't figured out how to do it at will, though now that I think about it I should probably be able to do it with magic." I felt my cheeks heat up at the looks they were giving me and chuckled a bit. "I... like talking about Quirks..."

Uraraka smiled. "I think it's pretty cool! Plus, Yuuei is definitely the kind of school to do that!"

"Thanks," I said. "Though how exactly do you know about Auntie Mitsuki? No offense, but you don't exactly strike me as the type to really follow the fashion world..."

Uraraka blushed. "W-well sometimes I just read the articles!"

For some reason, Raine randomly started cheering loudly. I jumped and Blaise reassured me that she hadn't stabbed anyone or anything before I had to look for her. "Are you okay, Midoriya?" Iida asked.

"O-oh, I'm fine," I smiled. "Raine just started randomly cheering for some reason, so I had to make sure she didn't stab anything. She's really enthusiastic about stabbing things..."

"That's a little disconcerting," Uraraka said.

"She also started gushing about you after seeing you for some reason..."

Uraraka stopped eating her rice and cleared her throat. "Okay, so I'm a little uncomfortable now. Iiiiis there by any chance a way to detect elementals?"

I shrugged. "I only know one detection spell, and it'd only work on tertiary elementals. Oh, by the way, while we're on the subject of tertiary elements, I have reason to believe gravity is one, so you might want to check that."

"Okay, I'll put that on my magic to-do list, right below 'Detect Elemental,'" she said, then began fiddling with her chopsticks. "Hey, let's talk about something that doesn't involve an invisible stabhappy spirit who likes to talk about me? Hey, Deku you're class rep now! Let's talk about how you got two other votes!"

"What do you mean, 'two other votes?'" Iida asked.

"Well Deku obviously voted for himself, and I voted for him too, so who were the other two?"

"Actually I voted for Iida," I butted in, "and if I had to guess, one of the votes for me was Tokoyami because I gave him that scroll."

"AMONG OTHER THINGS, DEKU!" I heard Kacchan's voice from somewhere in the cafeteria.

Dune giggled. "Context." I rolled my eyes.

"I suppose I should add that I voted for you, not myself," Iida added. "And thank you for putting as much faith in me as I put in you. I appreciate it."

"Yeah, thanks to the both of you, too," I grinned. "Both of you voted for me, even though I don't think I really deserve it..."

"Dude, you literally discovered magic," Uraraka said bluntly.

"I did it accidentally, and we only found out thanks to Kacchan..."

"You managed to discover magic without even meaning to!" Uraraka shouted. I noticed that she'd put her chopsticks down and they had a glowing pink aura around them. She grinned and put her hand on her rice bowl. "Speaking of which," she said, then her rice bowl started glowing pink too. "Iida, pick up my rice bowl."

Iida tried to pick up the rice, but gave up after struggling a bit. "Did you amplify the gravity on your rice?" he asked.

I picked up her chopsticks, which felt like they were made of lead, and used Fuckery Detection on it. "I think she did. This is pretty cool, Uraraka!" Some alarms blared, causing me to drop the really heavy chopsticks. "Warning. Level three security breach," a voice said from the same speakers that the alarms were coming from. "What's that mean?" I asked.

"This is the first time I've actually heard this alarm and I'm a third year!" a student near us shouted over the racket. "It means there's an intruder!" Everyone started panicking and stampeded to the exit, and I was swept away from my friends in the tide of students despite my high STR stat. 

"G-guys!" I tried to shout over the noise. "Someone could get seriously hurt if we keep doing this!" I tried some more, but I just couldn't get anyone to listen to me... Eventually, though, I saw Iida spinning through the air like he was trying to use his Quirk in zero gravity. Before I could do anything, he hit the wall over the emergency exit sign.

"EVERYONE! CALM DOWN!" he shouted, causing the mob to stop. "It's just the media! They managed to make it past the front gate somehow!" He pointed toward some windows. "Take a look! There's nothing to worry about!"

"Oh hey, the spinny guy's right!" One of the students said.

"And the police are coming!"

"Now that we've calmed down, I suggest we form an orderly line. All of that pushing and shoving could've seriously hurt someone!" Everyone followed Iida's orders and calmly evacuated. Except, of course, for Kacchan, who decided to bring Uraraka her curry.

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"We've still got to pick the other class officers," I told the class. "But first, I'd like to step down as class representative. I'm honored, but I don't feel like I'm up to the task. I couldn't help at all when the code three happened, and my deputy managed to calm everyone down and get a handle on the situation. I'm nominating Iida as class representative and Yaoyorozu as his replacement as deputy."

"I can get behind that," Kirishima said. "Iida really handled that situation! Let's hear it for Emergency Exit!"

"Thank you, Midoriya!" Iida said with a bow. "I will not let you down!"

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A/N: So I don't know when Raine turned into Froakie Toga, but she totes did and it's funny.

And speaking of Uraraka, I was going to have gravity magic not have any sort of glow at all, but then I heard that we could be independent together. Also I had a question that I put on my tumblr but nobody actually answered because I only have like twenty followers, so I'mma put it here too. Do you guys think Uraraka would play Pokémon Sun or Moon? This is most assuredly just for curiosity and will not at all have any bearing on anything in this fanfic. No reason at all for asking aside from curiosity. None whatsoever.

EDIT: So it seems that I have made an error in the syntax of my question, which I take full blame for. When I wrote "Do you guys think Uraraka would play Pokémon Sun or Moon?" some people misinterpreted it to be "Do you guys think Uraraka would play Pokémon Sun or Moon?" with an inclusive "or," or asking if you guys thought Uraraka would be willing to play one of those games. At least, that is what I assume happened with the two reviews I got which attempted to answer the question, which I would like to note that I am still grateful for even if they didn't actually answer the question I wanted answered. However, I meant "Do you guys think Uraraka would play Pokémon Sun or Moon?" with an exclusive "or." In other words, in the hypothetical scenario that some omnipotent being were to for whatever reason grant Uraraka a choice between being able to play the game titled Pokémon Sun or the game titled Pokémon Moon despite her economic status, which would be her first choice? Science may be so amazing, but isn't grammar infuriating?

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And guess what! I thought of an omake!

Screenshots

"Midoriya, are you taking notes?" Cementoss asked me. "You aren't touching your notebook."

I jumped a bit. I wasn't really paying too much attention to his lecture because I already knew what he was talking about. "O-oh, I actually found out a way to automatically record lectures word-for-word with my Quirk, so I'm kind of testing that out..."

"Ah, how creative," he complimented me. "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you doing?"

"So I've known for a while that my Quirk lets me do things like see subtitles like I'm in a video game, but recently I found out that if I clench my buttcheeks and bite my tongue just right, my Quirk takes a screenshot of my vision that I can view later, HUD and all."

"So what you're saying is that you're taking a screenshot every time my 'text' changes?"

"Yes."

"How many screenshots have you made?"

I checked the new "Gallery" tab. "Fourty."

"I think it might just be easier to write my words down..."

[im-basically-logan]

me yelling abt the new sander sides episode because i have no chill

under the cut, friendos!

i’m typing this as i listen/watch the video btw so it’s all in order! also this is very long

that’s... an intro.

i love joan so much hghfhgjfdhjk

new channel news yay

Tweet Tunes blz come back

“give me my shirt back!”

i still love the intro to sander sides so much

thomas what the fuck. i’m so confused

“Cast: Thomas Sanders” that’s sander sides in a nutshell

also thats a big fuckin wine glass

dont eat bad chicken wraps blz

“yeah but what’s your actual job?” oof

the beginning is very slow paced imo blehh. a good reflection on thomas’ mood in the video tbh

“i feel bad about feeling bad” me all the time

i cant believe roman got slapped in the face

roman x katana otp uwu

“Logan!!! It’s Patton!!” that was both cute and kinda odd? did he think logan would be suspicious of him being deceit? probably not

logan really goin for those claps and syllables

“Although I am overcome by a titillating, tingly sensation whenever deadlines are met” l-logan? what??? did you just say?? i agree with roman’s reaction on this one.

the poor 4th wall. also i’m not belittled

patton called himself, roman, and logan daddy

VIRGIL!!!!

virgil flapping as he’s like “Are you serious??”

the countless amount of beeps as roman and logan argue.

bestest duo

god the stretching shit

ROMAN GOT CALLED THE FUCK OUT

i mean we been knew he’s insecure but still

“do you know how dangerous that is?”

“I’m shooting straight, even though I’m gay”

dfkghdfkjhdskj patton knows what everyone calms down with hghghgfh

i love how logan just immediately starts solving the cube lol

it was 25 seconds jfc logan

tfw you’re just so good at being creativity that you color the mona lisa with shitty colors

are.. are they making a vine reference?? with the loop thing??

F r o o t

S am e  s i  es  logan s w ea t y B L Z

“get naked??” ROMAN PL E A SE

he was ready to strip what the  F UCK

intact and wet?

hfgjkhdjk logan’s trying his best

Sometime’s we don’t know that there’s a question to be asked: clarified

LOGAN COMPLIMENT PATTON FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE

i want a cogitating cap but it’s $25 sobs

textbooks, m I S T A KES (roman jfc), PUPPETS!!

yes virgil defend pat

tbh i had the same thoughts as logan at first abt the adult thing..

roman you over did the chin, buddy

“you are unbelievably extra any time you get” “put a sOCK IN IT!”

and then virgil becomes a sock puppet

I LOVE HIM I’LL TAKE 5

sweet coraline!!! BA BA BAAAAA

“if by up you mean the opposite of down to do this” that was very convoluted

what is with roman not liking the word figuratively??? are you ok?? is there some secret angst behind the meaning of that word?

patton cursed again

is... 5 by 5 a thing???

jfc logan, you wear light wash jeans?? i thought they would be dark

oh and you hit roman in the eye

ngl i laughed because he’s a puppet and couldn’t blink

oh my god logan looks so regretful w h a t?

also L is a new nickname

“Maybe I should go” “NO”

o shit

slight throwback to when Logan left in moving on part 1??? :3c

hfdjkhfkjd like mAR IA

ew feelings

“i’d rather go live in a garbage can” same

thomas we love you so much feelings are weird

jfc patton.

“oh i’m sorry, EXCEPT I’M NOT!”

big oof at roman being called out

“oh my gosh, what is up your butt?” “... an  ARM”

i mean he’s not wrong but i feel like he could’ve thought about that phrase a little more carefully

i really liked the text stuff when logan was talking about “Why?”

solid electric company reference yeet

SHSHDHGHSHSHDHHSHSHH

logan flailing his arms is a mood

“i could list off several factors that very well could be contributing to your doubts” someone let him sp e a k

and it’s virgil.

lmao that was a big “I’ll take what I can get” bit for logan ngl rip

hfgkdhjdkfs virgil as the count i’m

logan’s looks he’s giving virgil are m o o d s

“three depressing speculations, ah ah ah...”

“four uncomfortable characters in this room”

“jeez you slobbily eat some jam and accidentally make a jew puns and now you’re suddenly sensitive about being taken seriously?” “I’m not a joke!”

YI K E S

the logan angst i’ve been craving

logan blz hhhhhh

headcanon: adjusting his tie is a big stim

you can see virgil’s expression in the puppet when patton calls him a cute muffin wowie puppeteering is neat!

roman ur being an ass

“it’s too bad your brain isnt as big as your chin” “well you smell like FOOT” hfdjhgjfkdhs

there’s so many more logan screenshots i gottttttt yessss

“what? no-” too late, it’s musical time

“another song, really?” logan, you literally sang last episode

this patton angst return

“Did that work?” “Nope!” logan’s face at that. b o i did you not pay attention? to moving on pt 2? he was kinda there as thomas right?? maybe?? oh no

“I knew you’d listen to me as too scary to ignore” hello @asofterfan got that thing down to a T.

logan just looks so shook like “oh shit”

“but when you lo-care for someone...” virgil, we all heard it.

logan breaking down the musical into just the keyboard was p cool

hghgnhghfhsg THE ONE SHOT SLAM

ahdsdshjkdfsk i love this part with logan and thomas so MU CH

ALSO! I think there was a key change to something minor? sounded much more overlooming/scary as they ended their verses

“You’re lost” “I’m right here” “It’s okay. I was lost once too...” i’m just shook.

roman just hangs his actual dirty socks jfkdkfdh

that trumpet thoooooo

virgil just callin everyone out today

logince angst content yeet

“logic always has a part to play, logan” ye  s s s s ss  validate him, virgil

virgil is callin out and validatin everybody today

dont hug me i’m scared ref, nice

moxiety hug!!

“that god i can move my arms again”

i can’t say i was surprised with logan becoming a robot sorta puppet

“iron giant nerd!” yeah

“I’ve never felt anything in my life” no patton squeal?

oh my god logan just said beep boop what a nerd

virgil telling patton about the innocent talks thing was something i really liked and was expecting eventually tbh

logan giving roman a high five!!!

“you did the stretchy arm!” “it’s not as gross when a robot does it” i need to see the arm thing jfc

“Can you tell me how to get-” “How to get to sesame street!” they just all... left him. rip

logan can’t summon well or control his shapeshifting powers that well?? hmm?

i love that ending with the sesame street throwback again aaaaaa

the way roman and patton laughed in the end card?? what the hell lmao

thomas throwing shade at himself with his own characters is a mood

Thanks to everyone who works on Sander Sides!! This was the longest episode yet, I think. The team grew so much

[stenbrovgh]

"PUBLIC."

Request ⇾ Omg please do a Victor criss imagine where u guys are sorta together but he doesn't want anyone to know so he won't even look at her and like flirts w/ other people to cover for that but he starts to realise that it doesn't bother her at all and he starts to like freak out????

Warnings ⇾ swearing, manipulation, hints at a blowjob??? y'all I'm sorry

A/N ⇾ I hope you like this as I'm not sure I captured Vic exactly how I wanted buut, I enjoyed writing for him and would like more bowers gang requests! so don't be shy, I think they're intriguing to write about!!

-

Victor Criss was a unique guy, to put it frank. He hardly ever spoke and when he did, it wasn't much at that. He was quiet yet still had this flirtatious and cheeky side. Not everyone knew that, however. To the naked eye, people genuinely believed he was a mute. Apart from the disatisfactory grunts or snickers at innocent victims, he barely did speak. He barely spoke to anyone. Of course, with the exception of Y/N.

Y/N and Vic had been dating for a couple of weeks now, not that anyone besides the two even knew about it. It had something to do with the underlying fact that Victor didn't want anyone to know. Y/N brushed it off, thinking it was because he didn't want his venomous friends to know. Deep down, she considered the idea of him being embarrassed by her, but the soothing words he'd whisper to her late at night wiped that idea out of the question.

~

"Hey, baby." Vic whispered as he snook into her bedroom.

"Hey." She said with a short smile.

"You alright?"

He climbed into bed with her.

"Yep. I'm fine." She knew that he knew she was lying.

"C'mon, babe. Tell me what's up?"

"Why don't you want people to know about us? You're not embarrassed of me, are you?"

The next few sentences he whispered against her neck, in between leaving wet kisses and hickeys all over her. She could feel his hot breath ooze all over her exposed skin, it was intoxicating and she wanted more.

"How could I be embarrassed of you, baby? You're so gorgeous and sweet. And not to mention that body. You're beautiful, baby. And you're all mine."

~

Y/N tried to ignore it and it was actually much easier than she thought, considering she wasn't allowed to speak or even look at him while they were at school. Something about him not wanting the guys to catch on, so she did as she was told and neither looked or spoke to him during school hours.

The one thing that Y/N really did like about that whole arrangement, was, that he could flirt with whomever he chose. If she, however, even dared to look at another boy, Vic would make sure he would regret it. She once had a conversation in her chemistry class with her lab partner who, coincidentally, was a boy. The next day Y/N found out that Vic had got Henry and the rest of his goons to beat the living shit out of him. She honestly wondered how Vic convinced them to do it, albeit she presumed it didn't take much. They were all assholes, she knew that. So while she was suffering he was nonchalantly throwing his arm around another girls shoulder, or placing his small hand on the bottom of her back. He never outright kissed any other girl, or asked her out, which is why he kept on getting away with it. It, technically, wasn't cheating. He knew this and that's why he would continue to do it because he knew Y/N would never call him out on it.

Victor had never really meant to fall into the cycle of playing with Y/N's heart, he really liked spending time with her, and Y/N had ever meant to get caught in his trap. They never meant to do a lot of things, yet they still did them.

According to Henry, the best way to keep a girl on your arm was to play with her heart and Vic wanted more than anything to keep Y/N. He just didn't want everyone knowing about their relationship. It seemed weird, he knew that and he couldn't describe why he did to her what he did. He just kept on doing it...

That was, until one day, when he purposely tried to make Y/N jealous. He was standing by some girl, who he didn't know the name of, and her locker. She whispered something in his ear and he smirked and began kissing her neck, leaving little trails all over her tainted skin. He wasn't doing this because he wanted to get in her pants, the contrary actually. He wanted to make Y/N jealous. He wanted her to admit that she didn't like seeing him with other girls. This way, he would believe he had all of the control in the relationship, which was another thing Henry had advised him to do if he ever did get into a relationship. Except, Y/N wasn't going to fall into his little trap this time. She was better than that, if she acted like she didn't care then maybe he would stop playing his little game? Maybe, they would finally be able to go public with their relationship, and maybe she would finally be able to enjoy school once again. So she ignored him, she laughed at her friends jokes and even contributed to the crude things they were saying. She even waved back at a boy in her geometry class, she knew that would get his attention. And so it did. Victor was so surprised he stopped leaving sloppy, meaningless kisses all over the girls neck and began pushing her away from him. From the other side of the corridor Henry, Belch and Patrick could not believe their eyes. What was he doing? Did he not want to get laid later, like they thought he did every other day? Why was he throwing away such an easy target? Victor ignored their confused and slightly angry reactions and stormed off in the other direction.

~

"The fuck was all that about, huh Y/N?"

She simply chose to ignore him, knowing she'd gotten what she wanted, and plastered on a sickly sweet smile, "What do you mean, Vic?" Her doe eyed expression mixed with her slight head tilt - intended to make her look more innocent - only infuriated him more.

"You know fine well what I mean."

"No, I really don't. But, by the way Vic, Debbie from chemistry said she's really looking forward to seeing you later and was real confused as to why you ran off earlier in the corridor. I, personally, am real confused too. Why did you storm off in such a huff, Criss?"

He was stunned. When did she grow balls enough to make her stand up to him? He was also impressed by it and it was evident by the evergrowing tent in his trousers.

"Alright, Y/L/N, you got me. I like you a lot. I don't want you to be waving or talking to any other guys. You're mine, Y/N."

He rushed over and engulfed her in a messy and forceful kiss. She quickly pushed him away.

"Sorry, Vic, but you can't just do that. You have to agree to go public, or I'm sorry, but I'm going to stop whatever this little thing between us is. Your choice."

"Fine, we'll go public if you do something for me in return, we got a deal?" He said motioning to his trousers.

"Yes, i believe we do."

[misakishishido]

A Christmas Bound by Fate? [Jurina ver.] (JuriSaku OS)

Phew finally something new from me huh? Had time to write (AT LAST) thanks to the holiday season and also because I wanted to make a contribution for this unlikely ship I have been on for a while now, so please feel free to read especially if you like JuriSaku ;)

P.S. I actually do have a Sakura version for this fic planned since, not really a spoiler but, this fic is based on Jurina’s PoV. I’d love to know if you all, after reading the fic, would like to see a Sakura version of it which would cover everything that happens on her side of the world ;)

P.S.S. Huge shoutout to my best friend for assisting me with a certain part in this fanfiction x’D

Enjoy! Merry Christmas and a happy new year to you all!

“J-Jurina-san…!”

I turned around to look at the person who was an arm’s length away from me. Weird… her whole head was completely covered by a layer of darkness that I rubbed my eyes a number of times but still couldn’t make out who it was. She was about my height… in a elegant-looking beige-coloured winter coat.

Her voice sounded familiar though but…

“Yes?” I coolly said, though I honestly wanted to blurt out a question, asking who the heck this person was before me.

“I-I… I’ve got a present for you!”

She said as she leapt towards me, crashing into me and I lost my balance, slowly falling to the cold hard surface beneath me, unable to catch a glimpse of who she was, even though the mist of darkness faded away in a brief instance…….

-x-x-x-x-x-

“OUCH!!!!!!”

It seems that I had woken up with my face face flat on the carpeted floor of my hotel room. So that was all just a dream? Gosh… I don’t even know if I should label it as a good dream or a nightmare. As I was still dazed on the floor, my phone started ringing and I quickly picked it up, not even checking who the caller was.

“J-san!”

Slightly ticked off by such a loud voice in the morning, I tried to keep my cool and greeted back without much expression, “Ah… Makiko. Morning,” I shrugged, briefly yawning right after, “And seriously… don’t call me that.”

“Ehehe~. Sorry sorry. I’ve got a favour to ask of you, mind hearing me out?”

“Hmm? You don’t always ask me for favours, SKE’s magni~fi~cent leader-san. This must be some kind of dangerous task huh?”

“Wow Jurina-san, thanks for the sarcasm,” I could imagine her pouting right about now, “I need you to attend an emergency meeting at the HKT48 theatre. You’re in Fukuoka right now for some kind of CM shoot right?”

“Well yeah I am but… that’s really sudden,” I massaged the back of my neck gently before getting up from the floor to switch on the lights, “What, you’re unable to come over?”

“Uh huh. The manager made a mistake and double-booked me so I kinda need to handle some important stuff in Nagoya. So please, can you go on my behalf? I don’t think any other SKE member is there right now except for you.”

I looked at the time on the digital clock on my bedside table and smiled, “Yeah you’re in luck. I don’t have much going on today anyways other than the shoot. What time’s the meeting?”

And so, I went to the meeting that was taking place at the HKT48’s theatre in Makiko’s stead. 

Unbeknownst to me,  I was probably the only person who was acting as substitute for our group’s leader, or captain, as the other groups call theirs. Every group had at least their co-captain here, with Yuihan representing AKB48, Sayanee representing NMB48, Miyawaki Sakura-chan representing HKT48, KitaRie-san representing NGT48 and lastly, Nana-chan representing STU48. Every one of them greeted me as I stepped into the room, looking confused as it seemed like the meeting had gone on for a while now. I apologised on that assumption.

“No need to apologise, Jurina-san! Makki sent me a message telling me she probably briefed you wrongly so I’m still glad you could make it!” Yuihan commented with excitement, mitigating my building frustration towards Makiko, “Ah but before you take a seat,” Yuihan stopped me as I was about to sit down, “Please take this.”

I quickly went over to Yuihan’s side and received a small parcel, “Umm… uh… what’s this?”

“We’re apparently playing Secret Santa, Jurina-san,” Sayanee, who had her chin resting on the palm of her hand facing our direction, said with a nonchalant tone of voice.

“Secret… Santa…?”

“First of all, go take a seat, I’ll just redo the whole brief once again!” Yuihan said with much enthusiasm, causing some to groan and some “not again”s to resound throughout the room.

“Aww come on, is it really that much of a chore girls?” Our energetic Soukantoku pouted.

“No no… it’s just that, what if some girls aren’t cooperative and don’t join the fun as you think they will, Yokayama-san?” Nana-chan voiced her concern.

Yuihan pondered for a bit before grinning in response, “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there!”

“Seriously Yokoyama-san…?” Sakura-chan, who was sitting directly opposite of me, let out a deep sigh.

“That’s the Yui I’ve known for a while now,” KitaRie-san said with a pleasant smile forming on her lips.

“A-ny-ways. The rundown is this Jurina-san,” she looked straight at me as chipper as ever, “In that small parcel of yours are envelopes of every member in SKE48 and in them, are names of members from……… I think it was HKT48? In them,” I could see Sakura-chan’s eyes light up as I briefly glanced at her.

Yuihan, now looking at the whiteboard that was scribbled with words behind her as she, continued to explain as I curiously tried to pry open the box without anyone noticing, “I would just like you to give those letters out to every SKE member in there that has been labelled by Teams for your convenience and have them complete the task by Christmas Day. So, how this basically works is………….”

Yes! Got the box opened up. I quickly looked at everyone who was either paying attention to Yuihan or fiddling with their phones and found a few mini sacks that, as Yuihan said, contained envelopes compiled by Teams. Went straight to Team S’ sack and quickly tried to dig out mine as Yuihan continued her lengthy explanation and when I found it, I swiftly tore open the flap of the envelope which housed a piece of yellow-coloured origami paper to reveal a name I never expected to see.

Mi-ya-wa-ki Sa-ku-ra.

Written in Hiragana instead of the usual Kanji.

…

……

Isn’t… she…

I gazed at Sakura-chan who probably felt the intensity of my gaze as she looked back at me too, giving me an awkward smile as I felt my ears feeling hotter and blood rushing towards my cheeks…

……

…

Eh?

“J-JURINA-SAN!!!!!!!!” Yuihan’s loud exclamation broke me out of my brief reverie, “W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Ah crap. I got caught.

“U-Uh… N-Nothing!!!” I hurriedly dumped my envelope, along with the paper, back into the box and closed the flaps of the box, trying to act like nothing happened, “I-It… The box was sorta just opened up so–”

“As if it was!” Yuihan argued back before sighing, “You’re SUPPOSED to open it up when you get back home! Didn’t I JUST say that?!”

“U-Uh…” Nope I didn’t hear much of what she said to be honest, “Y-Yeah…… s-sorry… was just too curious since uh… since…” I just need to tug on Yuihan’s heartstrings to stop her from fuming, “… I’m… really hyped to play this! Secret Santa is really going to be fun and everyone is going to know each other from different groups in no time! Heck, new bonds will be formed so thank you for the amazing idea, Yui-sou-kan-to-ku~~!”

“Aww shucks~~~” Yuihan responded giddily, “You’re most welcome, Jurina-san~”

“So you’re gonna just give in huh, gullible idiot,” Sayanee deadpanned as everyone else giggled.

Yuihan cleared her throat shortly after, “So anyways! That’s that! Have fun y’all and Merry Christmas! Please ensure everyone cooperates so as to prevent the experience from being ruined yeah?”

“Understood!” We all said in unison and the meeting was dismissed.

-x-x-x-x-x-

I let out a deep sigh as I looked at the small parcel in my hands.

So I got Sakura-chan huh?

No actually, that isn’t really the point. Why the heck did I get all flustered like that in the meeting room? That was extremely uncool of me!

“Jurina-san?”

“Huh?” I looked over my shoulder to see Sakura-chan quietly stepping over to my side, with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you alright? I mean… just now–”

“Y-Yeah. I’m totally fine,” I sharply stopped Sakura-chan from continuing any talks about just now. I don’t really wanna remember how stupid I looked just now, nor do I want to remember being ‘scolded’ by Yuihan and getting out of it with sweet talk.

“Umm… okay,” Sakura-chan stepped back a little before looking towards the empty parking lot, where we were both waiting for our transports, “I actually just wanted to tell you that we got SKE48 members for our lots.”

My heart skipped a beat at that moment.

Odd.

“O-Oh? Really? That’s cool, looks like my group and yours will be exchanging presents huh.”

“Mm… That’s right.”

…

……

The awkward silence continued till a car appeared from the entrance of the parking lot, making two toots with Sakura-chan waving cheerfully.

“It’s nice to see you today, Jurina-san,” she turned back to me with a smile and bowed briefly, “Take care, and good luck with work the rest of the day!”

My heart skipped a beat once again.

I know Miyawaki Sakura-chan was a cute girl but… was she this cute?

“Juri–”

“U-Uh yeah! Likewise… Sakura-chan,” she went towards the car and as the driver opened the door for her, I had to go blurt out something embarrassing.

“I-It would…”

Sakura-chan halted her steps into the car, looking at me in confusion, “Hmm…?”

“I-It would be funny if we got each other by fate, right…?”

Sakura seemed like she was taken by surprise for a moment before breaking into a giggle, “Yes. I think so too, Jurina-san. Let’s see how fate plays out!”

She waved at me again before entering the car and I stood where I was, dumbfounded as I see Sakura-chan off.

My heart just won’t stop beating erratically. My cheeks feel hot.

What the heck is wrong with me? Am I sick or something?

I shook my head as my ride came a few minutes after sending Sakura-chan off.

—

Miyawaki Sakura.

A name I just cannot avoid for a while now.

I wonder when I started noticing her presence more and more? Around the time she WCentered Kibouteki Refrain with Mayu-san? When she was made Center for Kimi wa Melody and I heard on and off all the negative comments about her being made Center for such an important AKB single? Or was it when she was co-starring with me for various dramas, especially Tofu Pro Wrestling?

I just don’t know.

I remember feeling sympathy and understanding of what she went through when she was made Center for Kimi wa Melody especially when I was in the exact same position during the time I first started and got made center for Oogoe Diamond beside Maeda Atsuko-san…

I remember noticing how she was almost always at the position right beside me for various songs and even had to do parts with me for MVs too… Then the dramas made it so that we would have some kind of rivalry going on and that kind of escalated into us being the potential Acchan-san/Yuko-san, Sasshi-san/Mayu-san duo for the Sousenkyou.

It did make me go “why” at one point but it’s definitely not that she was unpleasant, it just made me think of Rena-chan from time to time, someone who I will forever think of the only person who can be by my side as both a rival and a precious comrade.

But now, that position, when I’m doing work in AKB48, is filled with Sakura-chan… and I just can’t avoid this reality. We barely talk in reality, nor do we do anything outside of work. She thinks of me as a rival and I honestly try not to do the same. So why?

Why does she make my heart pound with excitement?

Hmm…

Do I like her or something? As much as I like, no, love Rena-chan?

I mean… only Rena-chan, and at one point when I was younger, Mayu-san, were able to make me feel this way…

…

My heart probably wants its void caused by Rena-chan to be filled, that’s why it reacts to Sakura-chan, who has conveniently been by my side for various ocassions. Yes. That’s definitely why. Mmhmm~.

Problem solved! It’s definitely not because of true love or anything. Because I will always have feelings for Re–

*riiiiiing*

Huh? A phone call through the hotel phone?

“Hello…?”

“Hello Jurina-san! It’s me, Miyawaki Sakura.”

Yeah~ no. Problem NOT solved. Calm down, this stupid heart of mine!

“S-Sa-Sakura-chan?!”

“U-Uh… yes. I’m sorry, am I disturbing you?”

“No no you’re not! What’s up???”

“Umm… I kind of want to see you for a bit. Is it okay if you come down to the lobby?”

“O-Oh yeah sure! Or you can come up to my room if you’d like…”

WHAT THE HECK DID I JUST–

“Oh no no, it’s totally fine! I don’t want to intrude, plus our ride is kind of waiting for us right now so…”

“Our… ride?”

“Mm,” Sakura-chan affirmed, “Anyways, please get ready and come downstairs when you’re done, okay? See you in a bit!”

And with that, she hung up in a hurry.

What’s going on?

-x-x-x-x-x-

Upon arriving at the lobby, I see Sakura-chan pacing around the entrance of the hotel, looking rather fidgety. I called out to her and see her jump a bit as she turned to me, greeting me very formally.

“So uh… what’s up?”

She took out a folded piece of paper from her jacket’s pocket and handed it to me, “Sorry I had to fold it, but that’s the brief of the evening project we’re going to do now.”

“Huh?” I unfolded it and almost gasped at its contents, “… C-Christmas…. Date… Commercial……?!”

Sakura-chan scratched her cheek lightly, smiling shyly, “Mm. They have a costume in the van ready for both you and me and we’re doing a really short drama which leads into the advertisement you should have done today after the meeting.”

Are. You. Kidding. Me.

Again?!

What did I JUST think to myself a couple of minutes in my hotel room about us doing various things together in the group though we barely KNOW each other personally?

“I… see.”

“So let’s get going…?”

“Ahahaha…. Y-yeah… let’s.”

—

The short drama basically has both Sakura-chan and I playing as a couple, where I play as the guy and her as the girl. Apparently the whole drama is supposed to be funny and nonsensical while leading into the advert part of it. I’m not a fan of the awkward script however thank goodness the costume given to me seemed like something I’d wear since it was rather boyish, but had that cool flair to it that even girls could sport, along with a fedora. Sakura-chan had an elegant one piece under her long pinkish fur coat which seemed warm enough since we’d be on site for quite a while until the director gets the shots he wants.

Ain’t this a recipe for disaster for my poor confused heart?

Then again this is work. And as a professional, I shouldn’t allow anything personal deter my acting skills so let’s do this–!

“Jurina-san, let’s do our best!” Sakura-chan flashed a smile at me, with a pumped-up gesture that made me think of how adorable she was once again and I responded the same, leaving whatever facial expression I had to whatever acting skills I had in me on auto-pilot.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Sakura-chan twirled around in front of me, happily giggling as I slowly walked towards her with downcast eyes.

She noticed my behaviour and twirled towards me and I smoothly caught her by the waist as she placed both hands on my chest, her eyes gazing straight into mine with a frown.

“What’s wrong?”

I looked away abruptly, “It’s nothing.”

She laid her head on my chest, presumably smiling from her tone of voice, “It’s Christmas time, you should not have a heavy heart,” after she ended her sentence she lightly pushed me and twirled away from me before suddenly a number of extras came from the side started dancing with Sakura-chan singing and dancing bubbly to a Christmas jingle that had rewritten lyrics for the product we were advertising while I stood there as scripted.

Though at the same time, I was in awe at how beautiful she was as the spotlight was on her. And though this whole commercial was pretty lame, it just brought out how charming Sakura-chan was. I probably didn’t even need me in the first place.

Once the jingle ended, Sakura-chan took a short breather before approaching me again, with the brightest smile I’ve seen on a person and asked, “Did that make you happy?”

I nodded as I reached into my pocket to grab said product we were advertising for, shyly.

“As thanks… there’s something I want… to give you.”

“Mmm…?”

I lowered my fedora so as to cover my eyes and looked away from her, reaching out to her with the product in my hand, “M-Merry… Christmas.”

I placed the product on her opened, warm palms and when I let it go, she yelped as scripted and swiftly let go of the product which fell onto the ground.

“Kyaa!” She looked at it, “A-A hedgehog…?!”

(A/N: For visual aid purposes - http://www.nhmshop.co.uk/christmas-dec-bristle-animal-7cm-6-asstd.html )

I grunted as scripted and picked the product, which was a hedgehog Christmas decoration, up, looking at Sakura-chan in frustration, “Why did you drop my gift for you like that?!”

Sakura-chan looked at me with (fake) teary eyes after I shouted at her, “I-I’m really sorry but you startled me with such… such a prickly but cute decoration…!”

That thing sure, it’s cute but… Sakura-chan… is probably ten times cuter than that thing!

In one swift motion, again, as scripted, I swept Sakura-chan off her feet and she circled her arms around my neck as I used my other hand that had the hedgehog to make it peck her lips, with a smirk.

“Sorry for shouting at you like that…” I said in a low voice, “I thought you dropped it on purpose. I’m giving it to you because it reminded me of your cuteness.”

“Darling……” She grabbed my fedora and slowly pulled it off to the side as we closed the distance between our faces and held our breath till the director thankfully said “CUT!” in time before we could literally kiss each other.

Both Sakura-chan and I were extremely flustered after that last scene as she suddenly just couldn’t look at me in the eyes and we had to take a minute off before shooting the last scene where we just went over the other cute Christmas decorations available other than the hedgehog decor.

Everything was settled in one take so it didn’t take long till we were thanked by all of the staff members and we went into our van which took us back to where we lived. The driver decided to drop Sakura-chan off first as her home was the closest en route to the hotel I lived in.

Funny thing is that though it was our usual nine-seater van, I had the ‘smartest’ idea to instinctively sit beside Sakura. From her smile, I doubt she minded but it’s still… pretty darn awkward… especially after that weird commercial shooting.

As the van started moving, Sakura suddenly stretched and momentarily startled me.

“A-Ah, sorry Jurina-san, I stretch like that almost every single time when the van starts moving. Gets me ready for a short nap,” she said sheepishly.

“A nap huh… that sounds like a cat,” I chuckled a bit, “Cute.”

Me and my big, flirty mouth. Now everything’s going to be awkward–

“T-Thanks for the compliment, Jurina-san… it *is* a compliment… right?” Sakura-chan looked at me with a wry smile.

I nodded vigorously which rendered her to giggle.

“I’ve been wanting to ask but… you seem really out of character today. Especially around me…” She said softly, with a concerned tone, “Umm… do you hate me or something?”

Crap. I dug my own grave with how I’ve been acting and I didn’t realise it!

“No no! That’s not it really!” I waved my hands around to gesture a “no”, “It’s just uh… it’s…”

“Yes…?” She leaned closer to me. Is Sakura-chan this ‘aggressive’ when she wants to?

“I-It’s just.. Really complicated right now. But no, I have no ill-feelings towards you Sakura-chan. Please don’t worry,” I shrugged and sigh, which prompted her to place both hands on my shoulders all of a sudden.

“S-Saku–”

“Please… rely on me…”

“H-Huh…?”

Sakura-chan looked into my eyes with much sincerity, as if she was pleading for me to take her seriously, “I know we’re both supposed to be rivals for the next Sousenkyou… I know we don’t know each other as well. But…” she tightened her grip on my shoulders, “… You’re still a senior member I look up to and am still chasing after as an idol. I want to be recognised by you… we’ve been side by side way too often recently and yet whenever I see you, it seems as if you’re still clinging to the past, Jurina-san.”

My eyes widened in shock.

This girl…

She’s dangerously perceptive…

“… I may not be Matsui Rena-san… but I want to be acknowledged by you… even if I can’t be your equal…”

“Miyawaki-san, we’re here!” The driver suddenly called out to Sakura-chan, who did not budge.

“… If there’s anything I can help with that can relax your mind… please don’t hesitate to ask me… Okay?” As she said that, I swear I noticed her eyes getting watery and all amidst the shadows in the dimly lit car. She let go of me and got her things, about to leap out of the car but turned to me briefly with a smile, “Guess I didn’t take a nap huh haha. Have a pleasant evening, Jurina-san!”

The door closed as I shot a confused dazed look at Sakura-chan.

I never knew how strongly Sakura-chan felt about me.

“… We have a sense of understanding to the point that we didn’t have to use words but just having each other side to side makes me feel reassured…” I said to myself softly as I looked at my palms. Those were the words I vaguely remember saying during my last interview with Rena-chan. Words aimed at her. Words that seem fitting to my situation with Sakura-chan.

Have I unconsciously fell in love with Sakura-chan?

The way she intently tried to convey her concerns about me just now… the sincerity and care I could feel from every word she said…

…

The kind of warmth I missed.

I don’t care if I misunderstand her intentions nor this feeling swelling up in my heart.

I want to know Miyawaki Sakura-chan more.

-x-x-x-x-x-

The 24th of December.

Everyone in the 48 Group must be busy with their Christmas shopping now due to the Secret Santa task. I’m no exception.

I would have prepared something homemade for her but unfortunately, having work in Fukuoka isn’t doing me any favours. So I had something ordered at a jewellery shop which I’m a loyal patreon for. It’s the first time we had this kind of event in the group, so it’s quite a thrilling experience, not knowing who you’d get the present from till tomorrow.

I only recall ever consistently giving presents to Rena-chan till she graduated.

I stepped into the jewellery shop and talked to the shopkeeper who quickly gave me my order in a red palm-sized box that had a pink ribbon attached onto it for aesthetics and thanked him. As I was on my way out, two familiar pair of faces appeared in the shop and these two, are the two I’d never in my whole life would think to be together anywhere outside of the 48 group.

“N-No way…” I said softly in shock.

One of them looked at me in shock, the other, briefly startled but decided to stay cool.

“J-J-Jurina-sa-san?!” Sakura-chan yelped.

“… Fancy meeting you here, Jurina.”

“Sakura-chan… Rena… chan…… “ I shook, quickly shoving the present I got for Sakura into my leather jacket’s pocket, “What on earth are you both doing here…? Together even…?”

“I-I uh… We–”

Rena-chan spoke with confidence, eyes closed, “We’re here to collect something we both ordered. I presume you did the same?”

I felt a sharp pang in my heart. Haha… Rena-chan. She’s so cold to me now I should’ve guessed she’d act like this when we meet in person.

“P-Perhaps I did.”

“Perhaps… huh,” Rena-chan opened her eyes and looked at me, unimpressed.

At the point, Sakura-chan probably felt the tension between us both and stepped in immediately to prevent some kind of war from happening, “U-Umm! If you’d excuse me for stepping in,” she turned to me, “Rena-san and I so happened to met each other on the way here, nothing more nothing less, Jurina-san!”

“And she ended up accompanying you? That’s actually rare,” I crossed my arms.

“I don’t know if you’ve forgotten by Miyawaki Sakura here was and is one of the members of my Melonpan Alliance. I don’t see why I wouldn’t take the oppurtunity of catching up with her especially when we so happened to bump into each other.” Another cold statement from Rena-chan.

I haven’t felt so irritated in a while…

“Oh yeah? So you’d make small talks with anyone BUT me huh, Rena-chan?”

She looked away with downcast eyes, “I won’t make any comments, Jurina.”

I felt eyes on us as our tone of voice got more agitated. I let out a sigh and conceded to not cause any trouble, and especially not in front of Sakura-chan who seemed like she could faint any second now due to freaking out on how to stop us.

“Sorry. I’m getting out of line,” I looked at Sakura-chan, “Have a nice day with Rena-chan, Sakura-chan. I’ll be on my way.”

“M-Mm…”

I walked out of the store with heavy steps and closed the door behind me. Looking over my shoulders, I see Sakura-chan trying to console Rena-chan of sorts and it didn’t take a moment till they moved to the counter. Huh. If Sakura-chan can console Rena-chan in a blink of an eye, I probably should take her offer.

What a bad taste meeting Rena-chan has left me. I was supposed to be happy… but…

…

It hurts.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Today’s the day.

I’m all ready so what was it we had to do today?

I checked my phone for the basic bulletpoint ‘instructions’ that Nana-chan had composed on behalf of Yuihan for us who attended the meeting and scrolled to the last part. Now we just have to call up the member to meet up huh. I see.

Guess I’ll make the call now–

*riiiing*

Oh. A call with the hotel phone again.

“Hello?”

“Is this Matsui Jurina-san?”

“Yes it is.”

“I have a message for you from your manager that says to meet at the Kego Park and head to the tree which has a golden ribbon tied around it.”

“I understand. Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

Kego Park and a tree with a golden ribbon. Yuihan said that only 48 group members were doing this Secret Santa thing right? Otherwise I’d be seriously annoyed if it was the manager who was gifting me some tree in Kego Park for laughs.

“Here we go,” I made sure I had the gift in my overcoat and tightened my scarf as I made way to the Park via a taxi provided by the hotel.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Kego Park.

This place is one of the hotspots for illuminations in the evening in Fukuoka. Would’ve been nice if I could see it tonight. However, now’s the time to look for Anonymous-san while avoiding contact with the crowd gathering in this place. I pulled up my scarf so it would cover my mouth and made my way through the Park, being cautious to not get spotted while keeping an eye out for a golden ribbon around a tree.

Eventually I found it after a few minutes of trekking around with the cold air blowing at my face and lo and behold, someone WAS there. Under the tree, as if she was waiting for someone, with her head hung low.

And I could actually make out who it was despite that. She was dressed in a beige-coloured winter coat. I’m amazed she isn’t afraid that someone would know her and fans would flock around her, seeing how she’s from these parts.

It also hit me that she probably was the figure I had dreamt of that day.

I walked towards the tree slowly, and she took notice of me with a relieved smile on her face.

“Sakura-chan.”

“Hello there, Jurina-san. Surprised?” She giggled and showed me the piece of paper she had from the envelope, which clearly had my name written in Hiragana.

“I won’t lie that I’m not surprised at all but…” I showed her the same and she seemed to have made a small gasp in response, eyes widening.

I lowered my scarf to show her a smile, “Ain’t this a coincidence?”

She shook her head, “It’s not coincidence, Jurina-san…”

“Huh?”

“Remember what you said that day? You said how it’d be funny if we got each other’s names in our envelopes by fate. Well…” She reached out to my cheek, gently caressing it, “Looks like we’re bound by fate after all.”

What a bold move. This girl… she never ceases to surprise huh?

“I never knew you’re quite an assertive girl, Miyawaki Sakura-chan,” I gently held her hand that caressed my cheek and squeezed it lightly.

“Maybe I’m driven by the will to make you recognise me, Jurina-san.”

I chuckled, “You sure you’re not in love with me like how the other members often are?”

“Hmm…” She pulled her hand out of my grasp and cupped her chin, “I don’t think so? No.”

“Oh wow, you could at LEAST humour me, Sakura-chan,” I laughed forcefully.

“Though that doesn’t mean you can’t make me fall for you right?”

Dang this girl is good with her words like Takamina-san said…!

I couldn’t help but blush at that response.

“Ahaha Rena-san was right about you being extremely cute when you blush like that,” she smiled.

“W-Wait, Rena-chan said what?”

“Ah!” She covered her mouth and shook her head before digging her hand bag for something, “N-Nothing! H-Here you go! Merry Christmas, Jurina-san!”

The first one was a gold-coloured palm-sized box with a green ribbon attached onto it and the second item right under it was a slightly larger, but also gold-coloured, box.

“Whoa, two presents?”

“Right after seeing your name in my envelope it just fired me up and I was indecisive for the most parts…” She let out a weak laughter as she looked at the gifts in my hands.

“Can I open them now?”

“Mm, sure! I really hope you like them though.”

I decided to open the larger one first and saw a pair of wool mittens in the box. They looked handmade and had a faint gold colour along with some green and red linings along the frills. I tried them on enthusiastically and they fit perfectly.

“These are really nice and comfy! Thank you so much Sakura-chan!” I grinned, “Did you make them yourself?”

She nodded shyly, “I had some help with the measurements but other than that yes. I’m really glad you like them, Jurina-san.”

‘Help’ huh. Why am I willing to bet ‘she’ is the person who helped Sakura-chan…

“Next one is… uh… umm…” I tried to open the box with the mittens on which prompted a laugh from Sakura-chan.

“Jurina-san you’re really silly! You can take them off for now!”

“Aww but they’re so comfortable…” I pouted but did as she said and opened the other box, already being able to guess what was in here, just afraid it was the exact same one I had for her.

“A bracelet…”

“It seemed to fit you, so I got it. Apparently it’s a paired bracelet and—“

“Yeah. I know it is ‘cuz…” I swiftly took my present for her and placed it into her hands, “I’ve got something for you too.”

“This… can’t be…” She opened her box and saw the same bracelet, with an alternative colour but it was definitely a matching pair to the one she had given me.

“Fate works in mysterious ways doesn’t it, Sakura-chan?” I chuckled shyly, putting on the bracelet from Sakura-chan.

She probably stared at me blankly for a couple seconds before breaking out of her daze and faced the realisation we got a matching pair.

“I-Imagine we could’ve gotten the exact same one for each other though…” Sakura-chan looked pretty shaken up.

“But fate prevented that mishap from happening didn’t it? Also…” I helped Sakura-chan with her bracelet and placed the stars on our bracelets together, and a magnet stuck them together, forming into two stars being attached to one another.

“This is pretty cheesy huh?” I raised an eyebrow, smiling awkwardly.

“I think it’s really sweet though, Jurina-san,” Sakura-chan focused on me and the intensity of her gaze made me realise how close to each other we were standing.

“Guess it’s time for impromptu Part 2 of my gift to you then, Miyawaki Sakura-chan.”

“Hmm–?”

Taking the opportunity of the closeness we had, I closed in the gap and landed a kiss on the girl’s cheek, and a very small distance away from her lips. At that moment, I could see her cheeks immediately flaring up and she jumped away in a panic.

“U-Uwaa~!” She yelped in shock.

I laughed at her reaction, “Sorry, couldn’t help it. That’s all I could think of at the spur of the moment. Plus… You’re really… adorable… after all,” I blushed as well despite grinning as hard as I could.

“G-Geez… and I was so sure I’d never become the victim of your kissing antics, Jurina-san…” She gently rubbed the area I landed a kiss on, still embarrassed.

“Also…” I looked upwards at the branches of the tree above us, “… I would like you to watch out for me. I’ve given it some thought,” I placed a hand on my chest, “I want to understand what this feeling is when I’m with you. I want to know more of you personally… and I want to rely on you,” I looked at her with a serious gaze, “I want you to be by my side… as we support this 48 Group towards the unknown future. I’m sure fate made it as such we’d get into situations that would lead up to today.”

She returned the same serious gaze with a nod, but a smile shortly followed, “If you’re happy with having me by your side… I’d love to, Jurina-san. I too, want to see what else has in store for us.”

I reached my hand out to her for a handshake but she giggled and called me “silly” again as she leapt towards me, enveloping me in a warm embrace.

“Nothing happens by chance, my friend… No such thing as luck. A meaning behind every little thing, and such a meaning behind this. Part for you, part for me, may not see it all real clear right now, but we will, before long.”      

- Richard Bach

[diamondsareapearlsbestfriend]

Bonely This Gyftmas

finally posting my contribution to the @sorieldiscord​ (not so) Secret Santa for a Good Clown Pal, @purpleangrywitches !! belated Merry Gyftmas my dude, I hope you like it~~   shoutout to the wonderful @drawingwithgreen13​  for helping me out with some parts of this and of course @mintkupocream​ for organising this exchange for us!! ^w^;; FellSoriel is something I’ve wanted to try for a while now so hopefully this turned out okay! (basically “more cursing and everyone is tsundere” lmao - that’s how you Underfell, right?? anyway yeah feel free to lmk your thoughts etc!! <3)

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Another Gyftmas in Snowdin – not that it really meant anything, any more than any other “season” did in the Underground. Snow was a permanent fixture, and so was the threadbare pine tree in the centre of town, the only difference being the half-assed decorations and dimly flickering lights draped about its branches, and the kids still young or dumb enough to gather around it and casting hopeful glances at the parcels underneath. If Sans had it in him to care, he might even have felt bad for the little shits, watching the light die in their eyes year after year at the meagre offering, until that one bear who hung around the tree “arranging” the presents all day growled at them til and they beat it.

Other than that, it was same shit, different day – Papyrus didn’t believe in holidays, and as he never tired of harshly but not incorrectly pointing out, Sans did so little that his entire existence was basically one big break. He was more than happy to live up, or down, to his boss’ expectations, taking every opportunity to slip away from his post and deep into the forest where, at least, he had the promise of more interesting company.

“Yo, anyone alive in there?” he asked the door, rapping his phalanges against the ancient wood and sliding into the routine as easily as he did into the snow. “Why did Sally fall off the swing?”

“Oh, now you are here?” The response was curt, even for her. “How profoundly lucky am I to be graced with your presence.”

Sans scoffed, lifting a brow bone as he leaned back against the door; Door Lady was crankier than usual tonight. It was gonna be a fun one. “Geez, lady, someone rattle your chain or what? ‘Scuse me if I missed the memo on the fuckin’...school timetable or whatever this is.”

“Hardly. But you have been stopping by approximately the same time for the last three nights – it is called setting a precedent. And surely even you should know it is impolite to keep a lady waiting.”

“Good job it’s just you, then, ain’t it?” Sans snickered as he could practically feel her unamused glare through the thick, battle-dented wood that separated them. “Now do you wanna hear about Sally or what?” (He was actually sorta proud of this one; he’d been saving it for a worthy audience, and those weren’t easy to come by.)

“I suppose,” the lady answered, the slightest hint of a pout in her voice. “Why did she fall off the swing?”

“‘Cause she had no arms.”

“Oh.” A beat went by. “Well, that was a little lacking, even for –“

“Knock knock.”

She huffed an irritable sigh. “Who is there?”

“Dunno, but it ain’t Sally.”

That finally got the reaction he wanted as a snort rumbled through the door, followed by her throaty cackle - long, low and filthy, it sent a shiver of satisfaction through Sans as he chuckled with her. Making her laugh always felt like a victory, somehow. “Oh, how unfortunate,” she drawled, sugary sweet and dripping with contempt for the imaginary kid. “She was one of the lucky ones.”

“Don’t sweat it, she’s totally armless.”

“I suppose that really put her out on a limb.”

“I’d say you gotta hand it to her, but…”

Their snorts and guffaws rang out through the barren forest, sounds it probably didn’t hear often and that definitely would have aroused suspicion, but not many monsters ever wandered this deep into the forest anyway. “All she wants for Gyftmas,” Sans continued, on a roll, “is a break.”

The lady still laughed, but a little less heartily this time. “Oh, is it that time of the year already? I would not know - such things tend to pass one by when every day is much the same as the last one. How nice for those of you with something to celebrate.”

“Yeah, right.” She had a point, Sans had to admit, with a dry, sarcastic snicker. “Don’t mean shit to me either, but I guess it’s somethin’ for the kiddos. ‘Least, til they get old enough to figure out there ain’t no miracle happening any time soon to get us out of this hellhole.”

Weird thing was, he couldn’t even remember being a kid like that himself, a time when he didn’t understand how the world worked - with his HP, he’d had to wise up pretty fast or he’d be long dusted. But he did remember walking hand in hand with Papyrus through the snow - way back  when he was still shorter than Sans and either of them might ever have considered such a display acceptable - and how his brother used  to getso excited he’d almost tripped over his boots until Sans yanked him upright, and let himself be dragged towards the presents at top speed before they all got snatched away. But before they started, Papyrus would always pause to look up at their pathetic excuse for a tree, his sockets sparkling with hope and wonder as if it was the most amazing thing he’d seen since - well, last Gyftmas, as astounding as the stars they’d never get to see.

Might’ve been the last time Gyftmas meant something.

“Yes, well.” Door Lady gave a dismissive snort, snapping him back to reality. “What use have I for such child’s play? The last few foolish enough to wander through my door...well, suffice to say they are long gone.”

That, somehow, didn’t surprise Sans, but noticing her slightly sharper tone, he decided against pointing it out. “Hey, look on the bright side. Maybe this year one of the suckers that throws themselves down here’ll get lucky enough not to make it, and you got you a real nice traditional Gyftmas dinner.”

She hummed, a long, low noise somewhere between intrigue and what almost sounded like desire. “Mmm, I do hope not. Fresh prey always tastes better when it puts up a little struggle, does it not?”

Not for the first time, Sans wasn’t totally sure whether she was kidding – and he kinda liked it. He was pretty good, usually, at reading people, picking up on the little pauses and stutters that most assumed he was too dumb and/or lazy to notice. It was a good way to survive, being able to see through the bullshit, but it also took some of the fun out of seeing how far he could push it when he knew to the second how close Papyrus was to throwing a steaming plate of lasagna in his face.

Door Lady was...different. Probably helped that he had no idea who or even what kind of monster she was, of course, but even though they’d fallen into a thing of telling jokes and talking shit to pass the time, her mood seemed to swing back and forth a hell of a lot more than the door ever did. Some days he just seemed to irritate her, and she’d snap that if he wasn’t going to entertain her, he might as well go off and not do his job elsewhere. Which, whatever - wasn’t like that was anything Sans didn’t hear on a daily basis anyway, but in a weird way her unpredictability was part of the thrill. Made it all the more satisfying when he did get to hear her laugh. And damn, her laugh...

True to form, she dismissed him not long after that, saying she had business to attend to and she was sure he must be terribly busy with Gyftmas preparations for his beloved brother. They shared a sarcastic chuckle at that, but hers had sounded a shade darker than usual - bitter, almost.

Maybe he’d said something to annoy her (unintentionally, mostly) or she was getting bored with him, or - well, whatever, wasn’t Sans’ problem. She was just a voice behind a door, a convenient distraction. None of it meant anything.

He was sharp enough to know by now that you didn’t survive long by imagining it did.

Days went by, and the pile of presents under Snowdin’s tree grew steadily bigger. How many of them would actually make it to Gyftmas unopened was another story, especially if there was anything that the thriftier locals might be able to sell on to Muffet or one of her goons, but whether it was the prospect of more gold or just the place looking a little less of a dump, people did seem happier, or at least less likely to metaphorically or literally snap your skull off for looking at them funny.

Sans had his own reasons for keeping a socket on the gyfts, his grin tugging a little wider when he spotted the telltale gleam of curiosity in his bro-slash-boss’ sockets as they passed the tree every day – not, of course, that the Great and Terrible Papyrus would ever admit to the slightest interest in such things. Gyftmas was for baby bones, Sans, he’d better not be thinking of wasting their hard-earned gold on such frivolous nonsense.

He said the same every year, and every year Sans ignored him, because he still couldn’t think of many better ways to spend his gold than adding to his brother’s now-substantial collection of action figures - if only to catch the briefest glimpse of surprise and excitement flicker across his features, just like when they were baby bones, before it hastily rearranged into his usual scowl. He’d sigh and roll his sockets and mutter something about how if Sans really wanted to help he’d buy him something actually useful, like that new stove they so desperately needed, while mysteriously never getting around to selling the figures that had stood artfully arranged on his desk for years. Sans would shrug and pretend to believe him, while slurping extra appreciatively and obnoxiously from the extra-large bottle of mustard that appeared under the tree for him every year from some mysterious benefactor.

It wasn’t much, but it was their thing – tradition, even, if you wanted to call it that –  and maybe about as close as he ever got to feeling...safe. Comfortable – not, obviously, that Sans or Papyrus or anyone in the Underground with half a brain cell would ever acknowledge it. You sure as shit didn’t survive long down here by laying your soft spots bare for anyone to rip into.

Sans might be a good-for-nothing lazy lump of bones and countless other more colourful terms, by his own admission, but he wasn’t stupid – and yet for some reason, he’d kinda thought that maybe it’d be cool to be able to tell someone about the time he’d had to shove that deluxe Mettaton action figure into his jacket before Papyrus got in (that ultra realistic chainsaw stung like a bitch) or the priceless look of pure terror on that one kid’s face when his mom told him Krampus would be coming for him if he didn’t quit tripping over his tail. Really, he probably should’ve known Door Lady wouldn’t wanna hear about that – or much of anything he had to say, lately. There’d definitely been laughter and a lot more snapping and sighing and the the glare of barely concealed irritation he could practically feel through the door.

If he didn’t know better, he’d suspect she had some kind of issue around the whole Gyftmas thing – bad memories, pretty much everyone was carrying something, or maybe she just hated the idea of other people having fun. But it was an even bigger waste of time than usual, and not the fun kind, to wonder about it – everyone knew you didn’t talk about these things, didn’t trust people outside your closest family (if you were lucky or unlucky, depending on your perspective, enough to have any) with anything the slightest bit personal, and you didn’t get involved with other people’s baggage unless you’d come prepared for a fight. Sans was too tired to start shit; he’d been too tired for most things for a long time, even if she kept wandering into his skull at the most inconvenient times, and he’d catch himself wondering what her deal was. What had happened to the lady with the dirtiest dead baby jokes and even dirtier laugh, the one who made sentry duty with the boss breathing down his clavicle sorta bearable, because – if he was dumb enough to consider being honest with himself or anyone else – he might have been starting to miss her.

The smart thing would’ve been to cut his losses and move on, since he’d obviously outlived his entertainment value and there were plenty other places in the Underground he could nap or jack up the price of hot dogs to a more appreciative (or nonexistent) audience.

Thing was, Sans wasn’t stupid, but he also was never big on doing whatever he was supposed to.

It was, by Toriel’s estimation, the night before Gyftmas. A fact she would not have known, nor would she have cared to know, had it not been for her...friend? It still seemed absurd to think of him as such, a disembodied voice with no face nor name, and yet he was probably the closest equivalent she had had for decades, perhaps centuries, or however long it had been since the term meant anything.

Perhaps visitor was more appropriate;  a moderately amusing, yet inevitably temporary distraction from the tedium of her day-to-day life. Toriel was not alone in the Ruins – she had seen the monsters scurry away into the shadows each day when she swept through the halls, her sharp eyes scanning every corner and crevice for anyone foolish enough to have fallen into her domain, but that was exactly how she wanted it, was it not? The last thing in the world she needed were these snivelling, pitiful little Froggits and Whimsuns getting attached to her in any way, getting under her feet and clutching at her paw. Heaven knew, her nurturing days were long behind her.

Fear was power – as the former queen of the Underground surely knew better than anyone – and having vacated her throne, it was the only sort of power she could hope to yield these days. Yet, she could not quite put her paw on when it had all started to feel...empty. As empty as the Ruins, for all their inhabitants, might well have been when she was around, and empty as the many rooms she no longer had any use for, sitting untouched gathering dust for years. Though she did not care to admit it, her visitor had reminded her of that; of just how good it felt to laugh again, even playfully trading insults. His lack of fear, casual disregard for the authority she would never disclose to him – she could not help but welcome the change, and occasionally found herself anticipating her daily surveillance more than she ever imagined she would, her ears pricking up almost without her permission at those first few raps on the old forest door.

He had been reminding her of many things, as of late, and there were many, many things Toriel did not care to remember, this and any other time of year. At first, she had tried to find it endearing, in a simple-minded way, listening to him prattle on about Snowdin’s Gyftmas preparations with a unmistakable note of fondness that belied his professions of indifference. Yet it was much more difficult to conceal her disgust, much less pretend to be as amused as her visitor was when he turned to stories of the “Krampus” Snowdin residents, in particular, seemed to take such delight in threatening their children with. Of course, she thought bitterly, paying the least amount of attention possible as her visitor recounted the story of one little brat who had seen his presents dissolve into fire magic before his ungrateful eyes, the fool would persist in playing ridiculous games instead of attempting to restore the smallest modicum of hope to his people that no doubt still suffered and squabbled and tore each other apart every day, as they had for centuries.

Pathetic, utterly pathetic – well, let them suffer. Toriel had abdicated her part in the whole sorry charade long ago, and she certainly had not returned to the Ruins to discuss her former husband. She could never be so careless as to let the slightest hint of her true identity slip through the door, of course; any sentry worth his salt would immediately run off with such sensitive information, throwing it out for as much gold as they could get to the many Royal Guards out for her head. As much as she sometimes welcomed the idea of a fight – an opportunity to unleash centuries’ worth of anger and frustration by turning all Asgore’s lackeys to dust – preserving the relative peace and safety she had here was her best hope, if she imagined she would feel such a thing again.

Peace she certainly had, as her visitor had not stopped by for the last two days. Toriel had wondered idly whether he was busy, although she had gathered that his interpretation of “busy” was most often not having time for a nap and drinking copious amounts of mustard on one of his many lunch breaks. Regardless, it was no business of hers; they had no formal obligations to one another, although she had briefly toyed with enlisting him as her eyes on the outside, but that idea now held little appeal. In truth, she could not claim to be surprised if he had finally tired of her pointed remarks and taken his business – or lack thereof – elsewhere, just like the rest of them.

Good riddance, she ought to have thought, for it could have been nothing more than habit that carried her back to the halls, vanquishing the cobwebs with her broom and taking small satisfaction in the startled squeaks of the gold-grubbing spiders dangling from the ceiling, until she reached the familiar, well-worn door. Toriel sighed, shaking her head at the now futile, yet automatic stirring of anticipation in her soul as she nonetheless tapped her claws half-heartedly against the old wood. There was no reason for him to come by tonight, she had not even bothered to suggest it last time they’d talked, so she did not know why...

“Who’s there?”

“...Oh.” Toriel faltered for a moment, blinking foolishly at the door; having not actually anticipated a response, she had not come prepared with a suitable joke. “Old – old lady.”

“No shit. Old lady who?”

“I did not know you could yodel.”

The joke was much more innocent than their usual exchanges - and ancient, almost as much as Toriel herself, but when it elicited a familiar gravelly chuckle she felt herself relax a little, her own muzzle curling into a smile. “Lady, there’s a lotta things you don’t know about me.”

Well, that was certainly true for the both of them, and yet she felt a peculiar kind of relief, a warmth settling over her like an old, scratchy but nevertheless comforting blanket as she sank into a sitting position, leaning back against the door with her paws clasped around her knees as she awaited his response.

“‘Kay, I got one. Why didn’t the skeleton go to the Gyftmas party?”

“I cannot imagine why.”

“He had nobody to go with.”

“Oh, that is truly dreadful,” Toriel snorted, her braying laugh echoing through the empty Ruins - so dreadful it was genius, and actually her favourite kind of joke since she was a young girl, like a distant whisper of simpler times. She would not tell her fr - visitor that, though, for he was surely smug enough as it is.

“C’mon, it’s a bone-cold classic. Hey, uh, speaking of...” As their laughter slowly died away, she heard him scuffling about in the snow, followed by what sounded like the crinkling of paper, “don’t get mushy on me or nothing, but I found this lyin’ around and I thought maybe - uh - here, just take it…”

An even louder snort escaped her at that, though more of disbelief than anything. “My goodness. You have not brought me a gyft?”

She was waiting for some punchline or other, but instead a rectangular object, crudely covered by a few sheets of old newspaper, poked its way through the small space under the door before jamming halfway through, causing the old wood to give an almighty creak. Toriel simply scoffed and rolled her eyes at the soft grunt of exertion and his poor attempt to shove it through the space, a little sorry he could not witness the full effect of her disdain.

“A flawlessly executed delivery,” she observed, deadpan. “Here, just let me -"

She grasped the sides of the package and tugged, and after a moment’s struggle it slid free and her fingertips brushed against something else. Slight and bony, yet surprisingly warm, they were unmistakably fingers - his fingers, and that briefest of contact sent an unexpected jolt of electricity up Toriel’s arm and through her magic as she immediately pulled her paw away as though she had burned herself on the stove.

Hurriedly, she turned her attention to the object in hand, her claws making short work of the wrapping (if one could call it that) to reveal its contents.

“Human Hunting with Fluffy Bunny,” she read, arching an eyebrow in bemusement at the sight of a simplistic cartoon rabbit, proudly bearing an axe in its teeth while holding up a distressed-looking head. “...What? Why in the world are you giving me this?”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome,” her visitor retorted, effortlessly bouncing back her own sarcasm in a way she could not help but smirk a little at. “It’s the boss’ fave, y’know. Swiped it fresh from the librarby.”

She was about to correct his abysmal pronunciation, but as she idly drummed her claws over the bunny’s face, Toriel felt a few joints slide into place in her mind, and the revelation hit her: “Wait a moment. It is you. You are the skeleton.”

There was a long, protracted silence, more than enough to confirm her suspicions. “...Heh. Welp, congrats, lady. Finally saw through me, huh?”

His tone remained flippant as ever, but having many centuries’ experience of keeping and guarding secrets, Toriel easily detected the tremor in his voice, that potentially fatal moment of hesitation as he waited to see how she might leverage this new-found information against him. Though, honestly, it ought to have been of no interest to her whatsoever - the species of a lowly sentry mattered not in the slightest. It was her identity that may have been compromised by that...moment of contact, her hand reflexively curling into a fist as she recalled how very tiny and fragile his fingers - phalanges - felt against her own; to her simultaneous embarrassment and immense relief that the man on the other side could not see her, Toriel became aware that the warmth was rising to her cheeks as well. This was ridiculous - had it truly been so long since she had touched another monster, however briefly or inadvertently, that it should affect her this much?

“Hmmm. How very interesting,” she mused, elongating the vowels to regain most of her composure through drawing out the wait, and rather wishing she might be able to see him squirm. “It has been such a long time since I have seen one of your kind. Why, I would not have been surprised to hear you had all died out some decades ago.”

He let out a gruff chuckle, perhaps just a touch more defensive than usual. “Well, maybe there ain’t too many of us left, but lemme assure ya, lady: calcium’s tough stuff.”

“Now that I think about it, it does explain a lot. Of course, only a genuine bonehead could consider this an appropriate gift for a fully grown woman.” Fully grown and considerably larger than him, as she now understood, although it did not explain quite why that thought lingered in her mind as it did.

He laughed more fully at that, a sound she had come to savour; it sounded a little like he was gargling rocks. For all Toriel knew, he may have been. Perhaps it was a common skeleton practice.

“Okay, geez - you don’t want it? Just slide it on back to me and -”

“No,” Toriel protested, a little more forcefully than she’d intended as she protectively clasped Fluffy Bunny to her chest - it was absurd, she knew, but any book she had not read a hundred times over was indeed a rare and precious commodity. Plus...it was a gyft. However unsatisfactory, one did not simply throw such things back in someone’s face...or under the door, as the case may be. “I mean, I...I want to know what happens.”

She did not need to see her visitor to be absolutely certain that his grin was now at its smuggest. Even more curiously, she was discovering, it was infectious. “Gotcha. No spoilers. Lucky we already got, like, five copies back home - trust me, you do not wanna try sending Boss to bed without his bun. Huh, right, guess I should…” Toriel heard the creak of the door as he got up, followed by a barely audible popping noise and a soft, satisfied sigh; stretching out his bones, she supposed, now more curious as to what it might look like than she ever imagined being. “G’night, lady. And, uh...happy -“

“Do not,” Toriel interrupted, before he could say it, but she could summon no sincere vitriol in her voice and he simply chuckled knowingly.

“See ya ‘round.”

Neither of them had any need for such sentiment, and Toriel carried no more affection for the season back to her empty house than she had left with.

But perhaps, she reflected, walking briskly back through the Ruins with her first real gyft in centuries carefully tucked under her arm and the remnants of a smile lingering on her lips - of all the Gyftmases she had still to endure, some of them might be a little less...bonely.

[clonerightsagenda]

The arc review continues.

Someone had to do the Chris Pratt velociraptor meme. We were willing to take on that burden if no one else was.

Deciding to be honest and doing it are two different things. You’ll notice Jade mostly avoids her biggest victims during the Derse plaza sequence and first talks to her partner in crime.

Fun fact: Although I handled Roxy when she talks to betas, other logs between an alpha and a beta were drafted via msparp between me and Gill. This led to those logs being, on average, longer and more tangent-riddled. The worst offender is the Dave and Dirk convo. Often I sliced a lot out for the final version. We also often went off script on weird tangents (including me once threatening Gill while she was in the bathroom when she kept sending me metal gear memes). This log’s text file is referred to as jajane charades.txt because of one said tangent, which I will repost for your entertainment. This is the dvd commentary after all.

JANE: YOU SEE ]] JANE: WHEN A YOUNG LASS HITS YOUR AGE SHE STARTS GETTING... URGES ]] JANE: MY DAD TAUGHT ME THESE URGES MUST BE SUPPRESSED UNTIL MARRIAGE. ]] JADE: i have a cloning machine i am unstoppable ]] JADE: also jane sweetie we are going to have to talk about other orientations someday ]] JANE: I like men!! ]] JADE: yes but you see there is a whole broad world of orientations out there ]]] JADE: it is very simple ]] JADE: for example i am JADE: flails arms randomly ]] JADE: and john is JADE: crosses arms firmly over chest ]] JANE: Ohhhh. JADE: it is the all or nothing option] JADE: and the salad bar is calling your name ] JANE: And jake is... ]] JANE: Stares blankly into space. ]] JANE: Emits confused noises. ]] JADE: i dunno he had fake dates with dolls ] JADE: i have no word for that one] JADE: or gesture ] JANE: He did what? ]] JADE: lmao ] JADE: i suppose he had urges ] JANE: Well. ]] JANE: He is a strange, silly boy. ]] JADE: and a strange silly old man ] JANE: And the more things change the more they stay the same!! ]] JANE: Hoo hoo, and Dirk is quietly staring at Jake's rear end from the corner, while Roxy is rolling around on the floor laughing at everything, I guess. ]] JADE: dave: slightly different flailing motion ]] JADE: rose: waggles eyebrows at all women in the vicinity ]] JADE: ok i think this log is officially dead ] JANE: This is all bonus content ]] JANE: It must be seen I demand it ]] JADE: ok]

Ok now let’s get back on track

JADE: i dont know what it was like for anyone else JADE: but i guess for us that meant JADE: it was just?

Jane and Jade have no way of knowing that Aranea rigged the clock, poor things.

JANE: Of course, my death wasn't permanent after I died this time under similar circumstances. JANE: So perhaps we were victims of a Skaian clearance sale? JANE: Doomed timeline, everyone must go!

Tbh I feel like this would help explain some of the honestly sorta sketchy clock rulings. They’re already doomed, might as well keep ‘em down. That’s our justification about why Jane didn’t die in a similar situation in TLC. 

JADE: do you ever worry you dont feel the right way about your friends?

The core difference between John and Jade, at least in my interpretation, is that John represses a lot of things unconsciously, and Jade is doing it intentionally. Jade is fully aware of all her bitter, angry, or jealous impulses. She considers them all personal failings, and she tries to squash them. Unfortunately that just made them more nasty when they came out. I think if Jade hadn’t demonized every ‘bad’ aspect of herself so much, grimbark Jade wouldn’t have been so aggressive... she would have been more resigned and ‘guys if we just cooperate maybe fewer people will get hurt’ rather than ‘i’m gonna kick my brother in the gut’.

Speaking of kicking her brother in the gut, let's get to the first of those uncomfy conversations.

From Karkat's perspective, he got angry, sent some nasty messages to the humans for a few hours, and then cooled off. No real harm done. But from Jade's perspective, he bullied her for years of an already crummy childhood. Considering her typical attitude versus how hostile she is when he contacts her, he must've really gotten on her nerves. She had no real reason to kill him for a "demonstration". She did that out of vengeance, and now she has to admit it.

JOHN: i know you grew up alone for a while, and you let us see your house, but whenever we tried to ask questions you changed the subject. JOHN: what were we supposed to do? JOHN: i didn't want to pry! if you said it was fine, i thought it was. JOHN: and now you're mad because i didn't assume my sister was lying to me? JOHN: i guess i won't make that mistake again!!

The other kids on the ship must have learned at least some details of Jade's childhood. Again, it seems kinda unrealistic that they didn't ask *any* questions, but that's what I have to work with. John feels betrayed and frustrated that Jade is now punishing him for not magically knowing the things she tried to hide from him, which is an entirely fair reaction. Maybe he didn't pay as much attention as he could have, but she deliberately made it harder for him to notice, so they both have been contributing to damaging this relationship. Jade eventually admits that she fucked up. She felt they would like her more as the peppy, supportive friend, and maybe that’s true, but that has only made this revelation harder to swallow.

Karkat is bewildered in the background, because since Jade was pissed at him, she didn't care enough about his opinion to hide herself. Ironically, it's the people she doesn't respect who know her best.

KARKAT: SHE LITERALLY TOLD ME TO TELL HER WHEN I WENT TO HELL SO SHE COULD SET UP A REMINDER TO THROW A PARTY. KARKAT: THAT IS AN ACTUAL THING THAT HAPPENED.

That log is a riot.

There's an emphasis on everyone admitting that this happened and dealing with it rather than sweeping it under the rug. In canon, the implications of grimbark and crockertier kinda get glossed over, partly because it's unclear how much of their actions got retconned away. That suggests all that stuff is still festering. We wanted to make sure it gets talked about so it’s less likely Jade and Jane snap on their own later because they simply can’t take holding it in anymore.  

Jade and Jake! Another combo log that had to get sliced down quite a bit. This conversation is a lot more heavily tied to Jake's arc than Jade's so I won't spend a bunch of time on it.

JADE: i deserve some sort of update

I made some joke about this being @Andrew Hussie but considering the kinds of updates he finally gave the poor girl (get sexually harassed and stabbed! every girl’s dream) I take it back.

JADE: is the xenon inert?

If the girl's supposed to be a science genius I'm gonna bring chemistry into the story, ok? I HL’d in chem. I miss it a little. Plus, chemistry is directly relevant to the Alpha session. Noble gasses are inert and have trouble forming bonds without outside influence. It takes the addition of the Beta planets to create an octet of eight electrons around the Skaian nucleus, making a stable atom. Everyone hanging out on Jane’s planet probably got a chipmunk voice. The possibilities are endless. 

JADE: i think you have taken quite enough punches for the day JAKE: That one to the solar plexus really did smart... JADE: how about the villains take a turn for a change? JADE: that arrangement sounds good to me

In the future, Jake will get to punch himself as a villain. So best of both worlds, I guess.

Moving on to Davesprite... Jesus christ, this conversation. The one good thing I can say about it is it did generate this gem.

I used to test the text color code before we put it up on mspfa (these days I just say fuck it and we fix the errors when we see them). This effect doesn't happen on the mspfa page with the smaller text box, but I think it's a pretty good summary of the log as a whole. In fact I opened this log to look at it again, saw the wall of orange, and felt my heart quail within me. But this is an arc commentary which means I don't have to read it line by line if I don't want to. 

Anyway, this was a pain in the ass because Homestuck does not like to let people who are dating talk to each other, a phenomenon I tongue-in-cheek call the Homestuck relationship curse. Current couples almost never speak, unless it's part of a group conversation or they're breaking up. Go back and check if you don’t believe me. These two are even worse, because although Dave pre-split talks to Jade and Davesprite talks to Jadesprite, Davesprite-as-Davesprite never talks to Jade-as-Jade ever. Which makes it really fucking hard to write a whole thing about how stuff broke bad, let me tell you. I had about three sentences to go off of and so mostly relied on piecing best guesses together from general character analysis, which I won't go into in depth because no one asked for a DVD commentary for this scene in particular. This is another conversation that got overhauled once or twice - in earlier drafts Davesprite was a lot more passive, but I figured he's had a long day and is ready to snap back, and I needed him to because I was, after all, trying to call Jade on some of her shit too. This conversation essentially serves the same purpose as the one with John for Jade - she lets people know what's going on with her but is also faced with the fact that it's partly on her that she kept her mouth shut for so long.

The fact that he's lurking in the background of a bunch of panels is because I should never make idle comments around the artist. I made some joke about being afraid that your recently evil ex will just fuckin shoot you for talking shit and Gill took it upon herself to make that a reality. Same with John hiding behind a rock, or the entire existence of Janerezi in this household. I've learned to stop making jokes.

Then John fucks up with his power of mental association powers and teleports Jack Noir along with Jade to the green sun. Good job, John.

Jade's closure with her traveling companions mostly caps off the messiest part of her 'be honest with your friends' journey, although she still has Dave and Rose to talk to. The next bit is more focused on her working through the way she finds self-worth through being powerful rather than simply being, represented in her Green Sun quest. And that seems like a good place to break for a new post to ME.

[three-eyedraven]

All of them and you're not the worst.

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? Idk I’d probs just say good morning or something (it’s my gf)

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?We dating

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?Yea

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?Yes

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?Sober

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?Not really?? I don’t usually make the first move

7. What does your last received text say?Ehhh no

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?More than I can count

9. Where was your last kiss at?Outside my house

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?Never bc I don’t have one

11. What do you drink in the morning?Frappuccino that my mom makes or juice or water or coffee

12. Where did you sleep last night?My girlfriend’s house

13. Do you think relationships are hard?Not if you communicate w each other. It won’t always be super easy but it doesn’t have to always be hard.

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?I don’t think so. I might not have done theatre this year cuz tbh it makes me feel like shit a lot of the time & I really don’t feel like I contribute anything.

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?Nah

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?Idk. I love both. Maybe rainy just cuz it hasn’t been rainy in awhile.

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?Yep

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?Sweatpants

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?Yes

20. Does anyone like you?Yea

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?No

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?I hope so geez

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?Ye

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?Yep

25. In the past week have you cried?Lol ya

26. What breed was the last dog you saw? Dachshund

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?In the shower

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?No

29. Do you think you’re old?No

30. Do you like text messaging?Ye it’s alright although I’m bad at it

31. What type of day are you having?It’s okay, my stomach is being weird so it’s not great.

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?Yes & I have gotten in pierced twice.

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?Warm although cold for cuddling

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?Not really. I guess just family members.

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?Relationship

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?Complicated

37. What song are you listening to?I’m not listening to a song rn

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?Yea

39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?Yes

40. What made you start liking the person you like now?Well I always thought she was really cool & kind & then we became friends & I started liking her cuz she was also super funny & a huge dork. She is really insightful & talented & she’s a huge sap. Also she is v attractive & beautiful & cute & I just really adore her. & I just kinda had this feeling that I could trust her so honestly liking her was p easy.

41. When did you last receive a text message?3:44 pm

42. What is wrong with you right now?My stomach hurts & I am tired & have 0 motivation.

43. How well do you know the last female you texted?P well I hope.

44. Does anyone disgust you?Yea but only if they are like super bigoted ya feel

45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?No

46. Are you in a good mood right now?Sure

47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?My mom or brother

48. What color shirt are you wearing?Tie dye but a grey one over that.

49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?I don’t think so??

50. Anyone you’re giving up on?Not sure yet

51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?Nope

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?Yes

53. Do you like rain?Yesss

54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?Yea

55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?Yes

56. Do you like to cuddle?Yep yep yep !!

57. Are you shy?Yeeeppp

58. Do you get along with girls?Yea

59. Have you dated the person you texted last?Yes

60. What do you carry with you at all times?My phone

61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?Probs not. Unless I could have others w me.

62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?Yes

63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?Yes

64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?Yesss

65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?Yea

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?17 & 18. I’ve only ever kissed two people. Actually I may have kissed my friend when we were little but I don’t remember if it’s a memory or a dream so I won’t count it. Also idk how old he is.

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? Do them myself

68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? Zebra

69. Do you have any stickers on your car? No

70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? Lil Wayne

71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? iPhone

72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? I have no idea

73. Do you like diet soda? No

74. What color are the walls in your room? White

75. Are you 16 or older? Yes

76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? No

77. Do you have a job? No

78. What are your initials? BECH

79. Did you ever have braces? Yes

80. Are you from the south? No

81. What does your last status on facebook say? Idk. I think I shared the link to buy tickets to my school musical

82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? Sorta

83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? Mom

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? No

85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? Moana

86. Do you smoke? No

87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? Heels

88. Is your phone touch screen? Yes

89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? Curly

90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? No

91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? Pool

92. Have you ever made out in a car? Yes

93. …Had sex in a car? No

94. Are you single or in a relationship? In a relationship & happy❣️

95. What were you doing last night at midnight? I don’t know what time I was doing what last night tbh I just know I was up late.

96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? 4th of July

97. Do you like the camera on your phone? Ye

98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? No

99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? No

100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? Probs

101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? No

102. Name your favorite Kesha song: Past Lives

103. Do you have any tan lines right now? I don’t think so. I have this weird one on my arm but my mom says it’s a birthmark not a tan line

104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? No unless it was for a costume

Thank you & thank you for the ask!!