#i really like outgoing terrible thomas

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

𝙎𝙤-𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 ‘𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡’

prompt: academic rivals + first meeting + fluff

a/n: I just had to write about these two even if it's a short 🤧🤧🤧 Newt deserves to be happy… (was planning to write around 1k words but ended up writing to almost 2k words-)

“Aren't you even a little bit curious?” was what Thomas remembered his-friend-since-long-ago, Teresa, asked when the name ‘Newt’ had popped up again and again to be compared to his.

People dubbed Thomas as someone who would presumably overthrow this ‘Newt’ guy in terms of overall popularity - among both lecturers and students of the university.

To be perfectly humble and logically phrased, Thomas wasn't really a 4 flat student - more of a constantly 3.8 flat student. He's also active in partaking with competitions - innovations and sports alike. He likes discovering new things. He's curious and impulsive; the very factors as to why he could excel quite well in so many things.

In other words, Thomas would say he's damn amazing, but since he's humble, he would say he's ‘decent’.

Hence, for someone to be compared to him so often, obviously he's curious.

This Newt guy, despite his popularity, wasn't really outgoing. He kept to himself and his small group of friends most of the time. When others approached him, he would greet them and easily was able to make them relaxed and feel at ease. It was said that Newt just had this vibe of someone who's capable of reassuring you - an air of calmness, they said.

Well, consider Thomas's interest piqued.

Of course, when Thomas decided he would finally confronted the guy, he made sure that Teresa wouldn't be following him around - he rather have his first conversation with Mr. Popular alone, thank you very much. Teresa's his treasured friend, sure, but she likes to run her mouth.

So when he had received intel that Newt was studying by himself at the library, Thomas took that chance to properly introduce himself to the lad.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting, really. But he for sure did not expect to see Newt so…

Newt was sitting at a table right beside the window, the light from the sun illuminating the blond's features quite… charmingly. Surprisingly, the sunray didn't really bother the blond's concentration, as he seemed to be very engrossed in whatever he was reading despite the too-bright light.

For a second, Thomas felt like it would be rude of him to disturb such a tranquil… atmosphere.

Only when he had re-strengthen his resolve did he finally gather himself and approached the blond, pushing away all those entranced thoughts so he could do what he come to do.

Thomas went and took a seat opposite of Newt, purposefully making his presence loud as the chair dragged on the floor.

When Newt looked up, eyebrows furrowed a little due to the sudden sound, his eyes met Thomas and-

-and Thomas had never seen such clear eyes-

“Sorry- Can I sit here?” Thomas asked before he could literally drown in those eyes and forget why he's there in the first place.

The sheepish smile that graced Newt's lips almost had Thomas falling.

No wonder he's so popular.

“Sure.” was Newt's reply, looking at his wristwatch as Thomas took a seat and pretended to start taking things out of his bag. (He was really just there to talk to Newt, but he figured he should at least pretended that he was there to study.)

“How long have you been studying here today?” Thomas chose to ask to break the silence, relieved when he seemed to not mind the idle chatters.

Newt ran his fingers through his fringes and pushed them back when they started covering his eyes irritatingly, and Thomas had to remind himself that staring so openly is quite rude - especially with someone you just met.

“Since morning, actually. Minho has been a terrible distraction these days. I just had to run away to catch up with some assignments.” Newt answered, chuckling fondly at the end of his sentence at the mentioned of this ‘Minho’ guy.

Newt's smile indeed had a… therapeutic kind of effect…

“How long are you planning to stay here, Thomas?” Newt asked, and Thomas found himself gaping a little knowing that Newt, well, knew of him.

Perhaps his reaction was too obvious, but Newt found it amusing, Thomas guessed, as the blond muffled a laugh - that Thomas wished he could hear - before said blond spoke.

“Of course I know you, Thomas! If not because of everybody's words, you had helped Minho a few months back during a fire in the lab, didn't you? I was there and saw it all happened. Had I arrived earlier, I would've gone into the fire myself to look for Minho.

But you did - which was very admirable of you.”

Thomas vaguely remembered running into the fire to help a guy because no one else dared to and that the firefighters were running late, but he was too busy staring at Newt to bother to recall the details of the past event.

Has Newt's face always looked so red before?

It's a good look on him.

In fact, Newt had almost looked… Shy?

The dazed(?) or shy(?) look on Newt didn't stay for long though. The blond, upon noticing that Thomas had grown silent, chuckled awkwardly before clearing his throat and asking again what Thomas was planning to do at the library and for how long.

“I'll leave once you do.” the reply came from Thomas before he could really think about it. It was only when he noticed the embarrassed yet flattered look on Newt's face did he realize it had sounded like he was flirting with the blond.

So Thomas did the most intelligent thing he could do at that moment; rambled nonsense for a few moments before mumbling a ‘okay I'll shut up now’.

Fortunately, Newt found his slip up amusing, as he chuckled and shook his head from side to side a little, saying how he'll stay for another hour before leaving.

Like that, the two of them spent the rest of the hour together: Newt with his nose in his books and his fingers scribbling things on his notebook, while Thomas read some books.

Well, if staring at Newt was considered as a ‘reading books’ kind of activity, of course…

Thomas was pretty sure Newt had caught him staring a couple of times, but the blond was kind enough to not point it out.

After staring- observing Newt for the past hour, Thomas came to the conclusion that people who had deemed that he was able to replace Newt one day were absurd.

How could he possibly be emitting an aura like Newt's?

It's not like Newt would go out of his way to talk to people, but people just easily get drawn to him in the way children flocked to their favorite, understanding and kind-hearted teachers.

Indeed, it was befitting when one described the feeling of being reassured whenever they hung out with the blond.

When there was only a couple of minutes left, someone suddenly approached them and Thomas was quick to put a name to the newcomer.

“We've been looking for you everywhere, Newt! Did you put your phone on silent again?” Minho greeted once he's close enough, noticing how the blond had company as his eyes widened a little upon noticing Thomas.

Surprisingly, the surprised look on Minho's face turned into an impressed one before he's suddenly offering a hand to Thomas with a grin that seemed to have a hidden meaning.

“Should've told us you're hanging out with Tommy.” Minho said, grinning wider when Thomas took his hand as confusion was etched on his face.

Tommy?

Who's Tommy??

Thomas didn't really get to dwell about it for long, attention caught when Newt sputtered before smacking Minho's back quite loudly, murmuring something as his cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink.

“He was just keeping me company when he saw I was by myself. Also, I had to put my phone on silent before you drag me into another arcade this week.” Newt chided, gathering his things in the process.

Only then did Thomas is reminded of their short impromptu study session reaching its end.

A bit bummed, Thomas gathered his things - flushing a little upon realizing that it was obvious he didn't actually study with the way his notebook was too clean and that he had barely read past five pages.

“Did you have a photogenic memory or something? Your book looks kinda spotless - unlike Newt's over here. He's always so into it in these kinds of stuff.

Into smart things. Smart people. Heh.” Minho unhelpfully commented, getting himself a smack to the back of his head from Newt.

Newt whispered something to Minho then, making the newcomer roll his eyes before he announced that he'll be waiting for Newt outside.

“Make it quick, Thomas!” Minho said before finally leaving.

A little bit confused, Thomas turned to Newt for an explanation, but he noticed Newt was crumpling a small piece of paper, looking like he was hesitating about something.

“What's that in your hand?” Thomas asked, curiosity even more piqued when Newt averted his eyes and clenched the paper in his fist even more.

“Nothing- Just trash… Probably.” Newt answered, staring hard at the table they were sitting at for some reason.

… Right…

So what was it that Thomas had to be quick about?

There wasn't really any warning when Newt suddenly huffed, closing the distance between him and Thomas before taking Thomas hand and dropping the so-called trash into Thomas's hand.

“Here. If you're interested… Or if… Just… take it.” Newt mumbled, looking increasingly embarrassed.

Before Thomas could inquire any further, Newt was suddenly away from him, already a few feet away before he waved a little and grinned - a little bit flustered.

“See you around, Tommy!”

And then Newt left.

Leaving Thomas a little bit lost with what he's supposed to do with the knowledge of his heart stuttering a little at the nickname.

He stood there in silence like an idiot for a moment before he unfurled the ‘trash’ in his hand, heart stuttering yet again when he realized it was really not trash.

Newt's number is anything but trash.

[caatfaace]

Hi! I'd like to request a genshin matchup! I am 24 years old, biromantic asexual, and an INFP and a cancer. I use any pronouns (but particularly she/they). I don't have a preference for which gender to be matched up with

I'm a very quiet individual unless I'm comfortable around the person (then I have trouble being too loud at times). I am very socially anxious, so it takes me a while to open up around someone and not second guess my every move around them. I also get anxious about things in general (especially important phone calls and other things involving talking to people). I'm pretty imaginative (creating things is one of my favorite things to do). I care about people easily.

My hobbies include writing, singing, playing music (piano & violin), baking, reading, and cross-stitching. My love languages are physical touch and gift giving and I am a hopeless romantic. I am a sucker for romantic picnics, especially paired with either cloud watching or stargazing. I'm also a sucker for pet names (particularly darling).

Likes: plushies, video games, music, cuddles, holding hands, sweets, flowers (specifically carnations and lilies), animals

Dislikes: loud noises, being tickled, uhh I think that's it really lol

Other: I'm pretty sarcastic & I love puns (no matter how terrible - lol my sense of humor is something). Also, if it's possible, I'd prefer not to be matched up with Zhongli or Childe (I view them more as sibling-figures so…)

Thank you!

I match you with...

(this is where you drumroll)

Thoma!

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✮ Legend has it that when you google the most perfect man, Thoma comes up as the number 1 result.

✮ ahem

✮ Thoma is rather outgoing and he gets along with everyone he meets!  I think he’d really help you get out of your shell. He could carry a conversation if you want and/or need him to. He knows almost everyone in Inazuma as well so if you ever needed to talk to someone then Thoma would be more than willing to help–to an extent. He of course would help you work towards managing that anxiety.

✮ Since you like to cook, I think one way Thoma would help you talk to people more is by inviting you to hot pot games. He never pushes it, though, so if you say no then he’ll drop it. 

✮ You can’t look me in the eye and tell me Thoma isn’t one of the most domestically romantic guys ever. I can already see the perfect first date; you know the big sakura tree just outside Inazuma city? He’s taking you out for a picnic! But it isn’t just any picnic, oh no. You're also feeding/playing with all the stray dogs and cats that hang around there. It’s a place he frequents and he wants to share things he loves with you.

✮ I imagine his main love languages are quality time or gift giving/receiving. 

✮ whenever you tell him a pun he always lets out a small giggle before telling you it was terrible (he’s lying and he’s definitely a terrible liar)

✮ Also please cross stitch with him I can totally see him liking that </3

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Thank you for the request mwa maw

[screamting]

[superbat hs au - Court of Owls, First hints of ~superpowers~

Tommy was willing to fill the time a while until supper, when about ten minutes before six, the boy on the top bunk would finally sit himself up and slide down to the floor and tugging on shoes without much of a word. “Almost six. Get ready to go.”

--

“Uh-”

Clark had asked him if he had any family, and what he planned to go to college for, and other generic questions he could manage to think of while he unpacked his things and then shoved his empty luggage aside.

“Six?” He asked, like he hadn’t heard any of what Harvey said before.

--

“Dinner,” Bruce said as explanation, unbothered.

(“Unfortunately, my mom,” Tommy had said with a roll of his eyes. “And obviously, Bruce’s an orphan. I’m hoping for medical school, to be a surgeon. What about you?”

There was no moment to acknowledge the middle part of the sentence. Only an impossible-to-hear tightness in the boy in the bunk’s otherwise steady breathing. And then it was gone again.)

“They’ll want you to wear something nice for the opening dinner, and any dinner on Sundays. If you don’t have anything else, your school uniform will do,” Bruce said.

--

(“Wh- journalism.” Clark had replied, but didn’t dare ask about how Bruce was an orphan.)

“Oh, okay. Uh. Yeah. I’ll have to get changed then.” Clark said, and dug around for his uniform. He didn’t have anything nicer than that with him.

He walked out to head to the bathroom and change.

--

“Alright.”

They would wait for him to return.

When he did, it was clear Tommy had changed clothing too, though he hadn’t bothered to leave the room to do so. He sat with Bruce on their bottom bunk, dressed in a matching oxford and button down jacket. Dark pants, black shoes. They could’ve been siblings, probably, despite their personalities.

And once all three were there, off they went, Bruce dutifully leading the way to the cafeteria, and Tommy trailing a bit behind him, content to just follow along for the moment.

“Sundays and special dinners we gotta eat with our hall table,” Tommy said. “And listen to the headmaster give speeches. But other than that, school’s pretty great.”

--

Clark followed along behind them. The closer they got the louder things got, and he could tell this was going to be rough. Places that were loud even for regular people were killer on him. It was so hard to focus on what you were supposed to.

“You like school?” He asked, sounding a little in disbelief.

--

“Uh, yeah?” he said. “Get some time away from the family? Live with my best friend? School rocks.”

He slung an arm around Bruce, and it was accepted with a huff.

“Not everyone’s as good at school work as you,” Bruce said.

“You are, though,” Tommy said. “So you don’t get to point that out to me.”

He poked Bruce’s cheek. The quiet boy smiled a little.

--

Clark didn’t say much. He felt like a third wheel, and the black-haired kid really wasn’t much of a talker. Couldn’t blame him if he really was an orphan.

The dinner was… boring. But hey, free food. The headmaster talked about the upcoming year and how they were all going to grow into strapping young, disciplined men and yadda yadda. Clark didn’t really pay attention.

When dinner was over it was back to the room. Back to bed.

… He had a hard time sleeping. Gotham at night was still so damn loud compared to back home.

--

Gotham was loud.

…

So were the dorms.

(someone, somewhere in the building, was crying into their pillow. Trying to muffle it, but the dissonance--

Multiple people were. Quiet, muffled, hiding it--)

In His Room.

In his room, the first night, a heart started to rocket up in pace from where it had once been steady, panic--

Bruce on the top bunk jerked awake, with the sound of his teeth biting through his lip to keep quiet.

--

Sometimes Clark didn’t realize what was supposed to be loud to normal people and what wasn’t.

“... You okay?” He whispered out into the dark.

--

The boy flinched.

….rolled over to face Clark, breathing still shallow.

He flinched again at whatever he saw.

“...fine,” he said. Then, “Quiet.”

--

His eyes were still bright in the dark, but only when they caught the light.

“... Okay.” He said, and wouldn’t say anything else.

…

He wouldn’t get much sleep.

--

…

…

It was something Clark couldn’t hear, but Bruce’s mind wouldn’t quiet anymore than Gotham or the dormitory would.

“...what’s with your eyes?” he whispered.

--

Oh damn. Oh shit.

He quickly closed them and rolled over so he faced away from the other bunk.

“Nothing.”

--

There was a disbelieving huff from the other side of the room.

...unfortunately, Clark wasn’t the only light sleeper.

“...mmh?” Tommy mumbled, splayed out on the bottom bunk. “What’s goin ‘rong?”

--

“Nothin’.” Clark said again, and didn’t turn around.

They had sent him here to get away from everyone knowing what he could do. He couldn’t blow his cover on the first night because his STUPID EYES GLOWED IN THE DARK.

--

“His eyes were glowing,” Bruce said. Because of course he did. No wonder Tommy called him a snitch--

But Tommy started making noise into his pillow, too.

Laughing. Trying to muffle it.

“Were you dreaming about the Talon?” he hissed, sounding delighted.

--

Ignore it. Let this blow over.

…

“What’s that?” He mumbled, still looking away.

--

Above Clark, Harvey Dent let out a groan under his breath.

Apparently, everyone was awake tonight.

If Tommy’s eyes could’ve glinted in the dark, they would’ve. “Oh, that’s right…. You’re from Kansas. You don’t know about… the assassins….”

“Oh my god,” Harvey Dent whispered only to himself.

--

… Clark finally lifted his head and glanced back at the other bunk.

“What.”

--

“It’s a fairy tale in the area,” Harvey said finally, whispering loud enough for the other two in the room to know he was also a little snitch. “Tommy likes to scare new kids with it. Now shut up, we’re gonna get in trouble.”

Tommy flopped back onto his bed, huffing. “It’s fun to watch them freak out. It’s not like anything bad actually happens by just talking about it.”

“You got a quote for that?” Bruce mumbled, half audible in his pillow.

“Ugh. ‘Happiness depends on ourselves?’ Or in this case, in letting me tell a ghost story in the middle of the night, you babies.”

--

“Fairytale assassins?” Clark couldn’t help but snort and roll back over so no one could see his eyes.

“Guess you city kids gotta have some kinda boogiemen.”

--

…..

Tommy sat up in bed, eyes narrowing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

--

“Well back home we got things like portals to hell and angry ghosts, not assassins.”

--

...somehow, that seemed to settle Tommy, a little.

“No room for that stuff here,” he said. “Just threatening nursery rhymes that date back definitely two hundred years and if you want it creepier, even longer.”

--

“... Assassins with nursery rhymes?”

Sounds pretty lame.

--

“Still spooks people enough,” Tommy said, shrugging. “Especially in this kinda place.”

“It’s nice to think some random murders might’ve had a point,” Bruce said.

Tommy did not respond to that.

--

“Dunno how anyone could get spooked in a place as loud as this.” Clark said, sighing.

No room to think enough to be scared.

--

….for a moment, the three regarded him in incomprehension.

“Oh,” Harvey said. “Oh, he’s not used to the city.”

There was a small sound of understanding from the other two.

“I was gonna say. It’s dead quiet, honestly,” said Tommy.

“Not if we get caught talking,” Bruce warned. “Shh.”

“Shhhhhh,” Tommy said.

--

Clark groaned his own ‘nnnngh’ and shoved the pillow over his head.

It didn’t help.

Somewhere out of normal hearing a car alarm went off.

“You gotta be kidding…” He whispered to himself.

--

…

At least, finally, the conversation, thin as it was, had died out.

(There wasn’t any explanation for why Tommy would think Bruce dreamed of Talons when it was just a silly boogey man.)

But the three boys settled down in their beds again.

Bruce started breathing deeper. More intentionally. Until it relaxed him enough to get back to sleep.

...his heartbeat deepened and steadied out. Much closer than the car alarm.

Tommy and Harvey’s followed.

[...]

He wrote to his parents.

Everything is going well. Making friends. They're all rich but not as full of themselves as I thought they would be. It's pretty cool. Really loud here though. Having a lot of trouble sleeping.

Love you.

Then it was just… back to normal. Like he hadn't found out the teachers beat their students.

--

(When his mother wrote back, she was so relieved he was making friends. That it wasn't as bad as she feared.

But he wouldn't get that letter for another two weeks.)

The next week rolled around, and Bruce grew a little quieter. Tommy didn't, but Harvey quietly told Clark to be extra careful this week. It was an anniversary, he said, assuming that by now Clark knew, Kansas or not. And sometimes Bruce got a little mean during the anniversary.

Not just standoffish, but.

A little aggressive? Sometimes.

...and so the 26th rolled over, and even though Tommy seemed to be pretending it was a normal day, the rest of their dorm room woke up with stale, held breath.

Bruce avoided people. Avoided radios and TVs playing the news.

But somehow, he didn't manage to avoid the newspaper, and did a double take when he saw the headlines.

Finally, something had overshadowed him a little.

On the front page was the picture of a grisly murder. Open-eyes, holes in his face--

“REAL ESTATE SUPERSTAR FOUND DEAD IN PENTHOUSE SUITE; DEATH OF A THOUSAND CUTS!”

--

Clark tried to keep it in mind. Unlike the other two he didn’t treat it like any other day because it wasn’t. They still all went through the motions of course, but he talked to Bruce a little softer. A little gentler. Not because he wanted to walk on eggshells, but because he knew for Bruce that this wasn’t just another normal day, and acting like it was felt like almost a slap in the face of what he had to go through.

Maybe it hadn’t occurred to him that Bruce would want to avoid the papers. It was hard for him to wrap around the fact one of his roommates was so rich that his parent’s death made it into the news every single year somehow, so maybe it was his fault that Bruce saw the headline. He read the paper almost every day if he could. He wanted to be a journalist, after all, and they didn’t have TV in their room. Sometimes the common room TV wasn’t even on.

But he saw the murder too and, at this point, didn’t think much of it. Read the article and moved on.

Gotham, he had learned very quickly, was just as bad as everyone said.

--

It made sense, why Gotham Academy reassured all their parents that they would keep the children safe.

And maybe that was Bruce’s fault, he thought. Because it wasn't as if he was expecting papers to talk all over again like the day it'd been, but--

He'd expected a talk piece. An opinion article.

One Year Later: Flowers Left At Wayne Memorial Event as Investigation Dies

Two Years Ago, As Martha and Thomas Wayne Laid to Rest, Crime Began to Rise

Three Years Since Gotham’s Kennedy’s Mown Down: Park Row Died with Them?

A Reflection on Gotham’s Economic Fall: Wayne Fortune Locked Up as Charities Run Dry

(Sole Survivor Wayne to Attend Gotham’s Most Prestigious Academy This Fall with Luther Heir)

Five Years Ago Today: How the Wayne Deaths Marked the End of a Safe and Glorious Gotham

…

He could imagine what the headline should've been. What it should've been.

Instead, Six Years of Sorrow: Wayne Murders Still Shadow Upper East Side and Wayne Murder Theater Announces Close on Anniversary of Deaths, citing ‘Unrecoverable Reputation’ of the Area had been pushed down the page to make room for the new murder.

...and Bruce took a look at it and snatched it up to stare at the grisly photo and start to read.

--

It was a good thing that Clark had a loose grip on it as it was yanked from his hands.

“O-kay. You coulda asked.” He said, but didn’t sound angry. Still being soft around Bruce due to the day it was.

He feared he might’ve done something wrong.

--

Bruce managed to give him a hum of some sort of acknowledgment, but didn't really give much of a response.

He went to his bag, grabbed a pen, and sat right down on the floor, tracing the bottom of the words in the paper to keep his place.

Tommy leaned out from his bunk to try and watch over Bruce's shoulder, but his eyes looked uninterested. “Saw somethin’ ya liked?”

(Bruce shot him a disgusted look, a “what?” but otherwise ignored him.)

--

Clark leaned over too in order to watch him. “Or somethin’ ya didn’t like.”

--

…

Bruce glanced up at him, too, but looked more self-conscious than anything at that.

…

“The way they're talking about the thing just reminds me of the claw marks they found at the Lansing murders…”

“Oh my god,” Tommy said in a familiar kind of disbelief for this specific topic. “It was a dog claw, Bruce.”

--

Clark, however, was interested.

“Lansing murders?”

--

Bruce shrank down under Tommy’s criticism, but… looked up again, and quietly answered Clark’s tone.

“...the Lansings were a business couple,” he said. “They were murdered in their home the summer before last by stabbing a, so not… like this.”

For a moment, he backed up again, and let Clark see the slashes of the man on the page.

“Something left a big claw mark on the door, and their dog--”

“Ran away from home and wasn't seen again,” Tommy said dully. “It obviously hit the front door. Broke the hinges. Ran off in fear. It was a hundred pound dog.”

“...” the look on Bruce’s face said he didn't believe it all the way.

But he didn't lift his head to argue this time. He just stared down at the paper.

“...Bruce, hey, I'm not trying to make fun of you, I'd never do that,” Tommy said, rolling a little closer to the edge of the bed. “But just because claw marks happened once or twice at a murder doesn't mean the Court is real. What, did your dad have a gash on his face when he died?”

…

And Bruce shook his head.

“See? It's not real.”

--

“Well that don't mean you can't look into it.” Clark offered, looking up at them. “What's the harm in connecting a few dots? And just because there ain't proof they do exist doesn't mean they don't.”

--

Tommy gave Clark the kind of flat look he never gave Bruce. Like he was saying the dumbest thing.

“You didn't even know the story when you showed up and now you're trying to do this? Really?”

...Bruce stared up at Clark, face unreadable.

And he started to pick up the newspaper and fold it again.

--

“Tryin’ to do what?” Clark frowned. “If there's a story here I'm interested! Y'know--” he gestured to himself, “journalism?”

--

“To drag him down again!” Tommy said, rolling off then bed and standing, defensive behind Bruce. Above him.

For the moment.

For the moment before Bruce stood, pencils and notebook in hand, and paper carefully folded under his arm.

He looked at Clark.

“Let's go.”

--

Clark glared at Tommy, but he said nothing.

He grabbed his own notebook and pencils to leave with Bruce.

--

“Bruce?” Tommy said, but Harvey was the only one still listening. “Bruce!”

Bruce closed the dorm door behind him.

“Library has old papers on record,” Bruce said softly. And he began to walk.

--

Whatever history was repeating here, Clark knew nothing of it.

“Okay,” he said, and started heading that way.

“... Tommy said I was ‘dragging you down again’. What’d he mean by that?”

He sounded annoyed. Offended. Like he would do that to someone intentionally.

--

Bruce pursed his lips, buying time for a response, but not sure what to say. Or, he knew what to say.

But he didn't like to say it.

“...I tried to find the man who killed my parents,” he said finally. “...I couldn't.”

--

…

“You think they’re all related to that Court?”

--

…

Bruce hung his head.

Stared at the ground.

Didn't… want to look Clark in the eye when he admitted his stupid, idiot theory.

“...they’re all building developers. Or owned lots of property. And were trying to change it…”

--

But Clark didn’t call it stupid.

“Okay, something to start with. And, hey--”

He reached out slowly to touch Bruce’s shoulder.

“Worst case scenario is we’re wrong and nothing changes.”

--

Bruce twitched a little at the contact, but…

Mostly, he just turned his head up a little, and stared at Clark’s face.

(He was sixteen and he'd stopped believing in a just world long ago.

But somehow, he was stupid, and still believed in fairy tales.)

…

“Okay,” he said, voice cracking.

And he led Clark to the library.

...the newspapers were all in the bottom floor, the basement. In the archives. The indexes were massive, but well organized and maintained.

And Bruce already knew where to start looking… to a point.

But the first place to start, was writing down a scrawled poem on a blank sheet of scrap paper. Hesitating.

“...we’re doing this backwards,” he mumbled. “Not supposed to go in with a theory…”

But he wrote it out, all the same.

Beware The Court of Owls, that watches all the time,

ruling Gotham from a shadow perch, behind granite and lime.

They watch you at your hearth, they watch you in your bed,

speak not a whispered word of them or they'll send The Talon for your head.

--

Clark followed him down.

“No?” He asked, setting his notebook on a desk close to the archives they would need to look through.

“How do you think we should go about it then?”

--

Bruce swallowed and stuffed the paper in his pocket.

“...supposed to go in and look for patterns and connections,” he said. “...if you already have a suspect, you… only look for things that point to them.”

--

“... Okay. How much can you tell me about this ‘Court of Owls’?”

He was sitting down and opening his notebook to a new page. He didn’t have the knowledge of them Bruce did. This wasn’t his home. These weren’t his urban legends.

--

Looking for them directly was exactly what Bruce said they shouldn't be doing, but…

It still thrummed inside him, on some silly, stupid level.

Maybe it hadn't just been a coincidence murder. Maybe it had a purpose. Anything other than random events. Anything.

“...” he handed Clark the paper. “...they have at least one assassin. They… Have an architecture motif. They're watching from the buildings.”

With the kind of architecture in Gotham Academy not being uncommon to the rest of Old Gotham, it maybe wasn't surprising the buildings themselves were the boogeymen’s hiding places sometimes.

But he didn't know if Clark would make that connection to a real estate building mongle--

--

“Ties in to your theory about them targeting building developers.” He said, writing something down before he got up so he could look into those Lansing murders Bruce had talked about earlier.

He needed to play catch-up. This wasn’t his turf. He didn’t know as much as Bruce did.

…

He planned to dig up the papers about the Wayne tragedy too, but… not now. Not with Bruce in the room.

Clark could do that later on his own time.

--

Tommy had seen the connection, and rolled his eyes, and Bruce half expected Clark to just-- not see it at all--

…

But he swallowed something down, and his stomach stopped roiling quite so much, and he nodded again.

“Yeah. Just. Anyone who changes the architecture.”

And he dove in behind Clark.

He looked for the more recent murders. The ones he hasn't read about or studied like this since he was twelve and finally gave up, run off from his last scraps of energy.

…

And finally, someone was beside him, willing, even for just a moment, to believe him.

--

While Bruce looked at the more recent murders, Clark went for the old. The ones Bruce already knew about. He asked him which ones he had connected before, if any, and he would take a look at those.

(“I’m a new perspective. I wanna go over things you already know about. We don’t think the same, so who knows. Maybe I’ll see something different.” Is what he would say.)

The Lansing murders. What they did before the murders. The other ones that Bruce had tied together when he was 12--

Before they knew it the library was closing. They would need to come back.

And they would.

--

(A new perspective. A new reading level, honestly-- from twelve to sixteen, the change in things he understood--)

They would come back.

Absolutely.

Bruce went to bed and slept the whole night, and woke with impatient fire in his eyes.

Tommy gave Clark a sour look as Clark headed out the door to change, and once again as Bruce flew out of his last class, tossing his bag into their dorm and making a beeline to the library.

“Bruce, but, homework--!” Tommy called.

“Don't bother,” Harvey sighed, sitting down with his own book bag to get started “It’s not like his grades will get him kicked out.”

….and on the weekend, Tommy barely had time to pull on a matching hoodie and jeans, before Bruce was out the door for early breakfast and back to work.

(“Nice to see him care about something,” Harvey said.

Tommy threw a pillow at his head.)

[the-fiction-witch]

Letters To Apartment 64 D P2

Media: The Queen's Gambit (Netflix 2020)

Character: Benny Watts (Thomas Brodie Sangster)

Couple: Benny Watts X Reader

Rating:  Mostly Adorable

Concept: Long Distance Relationship Meet Up

I sat at my table unable to stop flipping through my little box at all our old letters, photos, little trinkets, all our old chess games. Looking at her most recent letter and the sweet polaroid of her beautiful little dress in the grass, it even smelt of her perfume as she always has the letters a spritz so they smelt of her perfume. He was right this is stupid I have the money and I've never really met her.

So I squared up my typewriter and made myself a cup of tea with one of the little tea bags she sent me in her last letter 

'My Dearest Y/n, 

I have missed you terribly, I was thrilled when I got home to the apartment and noticed your letter, you know how much it cheers me up to hear from you’

I filled out the letter with tournament news as always things that were going on and of course, sent my own move in reply in order to continue our game putting the letter and the move in separate small envelopes for her and I loaded up another bit of paper

"Dearest y/n. 

We have known each other for a very long time now, and not a day goes by I don't think of you in some small way, and even though there lies an ocean between us, even though we have never truly seen eye to eye or even touched skin to skin, I know my feelings for you are beyond measure and I know you feel the same. 

But I cannot wait any longer.

I have sent you over some money from my recent tournament prize, I know we said we wanted to wait perhaps to meet in Paris sometime but I'm desperate to see you, to hear your voice to finally meet you in person. There should be enough for a first-class flight of course and even enough for a hotel, I can offer you my living room but I don't know how comfortable you'd be given… we haven't ever met, so there's enough for a hotel too. 

I hope I get to see you soon 

Love Benny X'

I put the letter in an envelope with the cash and gave them each a spitz with my aftershave as always drawing a little Panda on the envelope for her as I sealed it all up in one large envelope writing her address on giving it a tap in my hand for a moment unsure to do it but I slipped my boots and my jacket on heading up to the mall boxes putting it on for outgoing mail.

I sat playing chess with myself, what's new I suppose contemplating what I could potentially do for dinner today. I have eggs. And…. I think there's cheese in the fridge. 

When the phone rang for a moment making me jump I glanced at the clock who would be calling me at half five at night? So I picked it up and immediately heard Serval strange beeps and tones as if connecting through things until at last, I heard someone on the other line 

"You stupid boy" 

"Uhhhh… who is this?" I asked very confused

"Who do you think it is"

"Honestly, I have no idea. Could be anyone"

"It's me, you American imbecile" 

"Y/n!" I said in shock surprised I didn't recognize her voice "awwww hi sweetheart I didn't know you were going to call today"

"Well I wanted to"

"To call me stupid?"

"Yes"

"What did I do?"

"I got my post this morning, you shouldn't have done that"

"Well. I wanted to" I smiled "I miss you. Y/n I've known you so long now, and… I really like you hell you know I love you don't you"

"I do. I love you too benny. But you shouldn't have"

"Well, I did. Too late now. What are you going to mail the money back?"

"I should, but you're right. We've been talking so long it's really time"

"So you'll come?"

"I will, I'm packing now going to go to the airport first thing tomorrow morning" 

"Ohh. Okay" I gulped looking around my messy apartment

"That okay"

"Yes. Yes, that's fine I uhhhh what time is it there right now?"

"Half ten"

"In the morning?"

"Yes" she giggled

"Right, sorry just trying to do… maths in my head so I'll probably see you early Wednesday morning by the time you get in"

"Mostly likely, you don't mind me getting a hotel so you?"

"No, no course not. You should feel safe, especially in a new place. But your welcome to stay a night with me maybe later in the week if your comfortable"

"Perhaps" she smiled "how much money should I bring?"

"You let me worry about that" 

"Benny-"

"I'm serious I'll deal with it. That and then you don't have to go through the trouble of converting it. I'm sure when I go see you you'll return the favour"

"Alright, anything you want me to bring?"

"Just you. That's all I care about"

"Alright, it's funny I had almost forgotten when you sound like"

"I did too been so long since we got to call. Been so busy and with the time zones and all, you sound so sweet."

"Will you remember what I look like?" She giggled

"Well. I might take a polaroid to the airport just to make sure"

"Yeah me too, an innocent one though benny"

"I don't know maybe if you walk through the airport with your shirt up I might recognize you easier"

"Dirty boy" she giggled "maybe you should do the same maybe I'd recognize a different bit of you better"

"You might" I smirked 

We talked for hours while she did her packing about everything and nothing I never wanted it to end but I had to get some sleep especially given I would need to clean and get some shopping tomorrow before she gets here 

"I'll let you go, got things to do"

"Yeah, don't want to cost you anymore" I laughed "I'll see you soon then y/n"

"I'll see you soon benny, I'll call you before I get on my flight tomorrow"

"Okay, I'll move my phone beside the bed so I don't miss it. I can't wait to see you"

"I can't either" she smiled "I love you"

"I love you too" I smiled, even blowing her a kiss she gave me one too and we hung up, I smiled so bubbly and excitedly grabbed my pad to make a list of everything I needed to buy and to do before she gets here. 

I gave my apartment a good tidy up having already put the shoppers away having filed the fridge and cupboards, even having done all my laundry and changed my bed doing my best to make the place look nice she did call this before she got on the plane but that was several hours ago now so it likely wouldn't be long till she arrived and honestly I wanted to be there to pick her up anyway. 

So I got dressed trying to be nice but also make sure I looked familiar so she'd recognize me.

I shined my black shoes a little making sure they looked nice, wore my good jeans, my nice black button down doing an extra button up even if I still didn't do them all up, putting a comb through my hair and even sorted my facial hair a little, I slipped my jacket on getting my keys, my wallet and her sweet picture giving it a kiss before I put it in my pocket I for a moment debated my hat but it's lucky, so I took it as I headed up to my car, doing my best to avoid the nightmare of traffic. Parking up in the small lot for pick-ups mostly full of other little cars and taxis and heading Inside the airport for a while I just hung around the arrivals having a look around at things even if I was getting some funny looks. I did find the board for flights but I think it was updated last week. So I went and found a lady at a desk 

"Hello sir" she smiled giving me a look up and down with a slight glare "how can I help you today"

"Yeah, there should be a flight coming in from London soon any idea A when and B where" 

"Let's see," she says having a look through her paperwork "we have six flights arriving from London within the next four hours"

"Uhh she called at eight and said she was about to board her flight"

"Alright, which flight was next to leave… at the eight-thirty then which is due to arrive at gate six in about ten to twenty minutes"

"Ah thank you," I smiled quickly following the signs and such to the gate and soon enough I found the plane parked up already they were just connecting the tunnel thing to it now, I wasn't the only one there were a few other people here waiting too. It didn’t take long for the flow of people to start coming from the doors, as soon as I saw the first few people I got the polaroid from my pocket often glancing at it as women left but none of them looked right and many of them were on men's arms of had people waiting for them here already, I began getting a little nervous as it went on surely there couldn’t be that many people left the flow of people had slowed to almost none, did I miss her? Did she get on a different plane? Did the reception lady lie to me? 

I checked the photo again and looked around in case I had missed her, but when I glanced up and saw her.

One of the last people off in fact the flight Crew behind her, She wore little white heels, black stockings with a perfect seam up the back, black petticoats peaking out from under a beautiful white textured dress, a sweet little black cardigan, her hair done perfectly with a little white Alice band to hold her hair back, I could tell immediately without having to check the picture that it was her, I couldn’t stop smiling just seeing her, really here in front of me,  she spotted me and she blushed a little holding her bag tightly in her hand, she stepped over slowly still leaving a bit of space between us.

��Hi” I smiled

“Hi” she giggled 

“How uhh how was your flight?”

“Good” she smiled shuffling her feet “It's nice, to… finally meet you”

“Yeah, It's lovely to finally meet you, If I may” I smiled offering my hand she happily took it so I gave her hand a kiss “I didn’t think you were quite this beautiful,” I told her making her blush 

“I never thought you’d be quite this handsome”

“Your sweet” I smiled “Come on we’ll get your stuff, I can drive you to your hotel and then we can go get dinner if you like” 

“I’d like that. Very much benny” she smiled offering her hand so I happily took it holding her hand tightly she squeezed my hand too and even hugged my arm a little as we headed to get her bags.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Heartslabyul Masterlist (Semi Requests)

Riddle Rosehearts

The Kuudere Nurse, s/o (QiQi)

The helpful and generous, s/o (Noelle)

The eye-catching but protective s/o (Childe)

The loveable yet reckless, s/o (Yoimiya)

The cordial and helpful s/o (Ayaka)

TWST s/o who laughs at inappropriate times

S/o with a terrible sense of direction

S/o with haphephobia (fear of touch)

The intimidating, lazy yet grateful s/o (Rosaria)

S/o is the Squid Game Winner

The outgoing, charitable, rule abiding s/o (Amber)

The mischievous yet giving s/o (Jack Frost + Man of the Moon)

Insecure S/o asks why they like them (Dorm Leaders)

S/o randomly teleports

Trying boba tea with s/o

Magician s/o

S/o wrapped in their “pillow nest”

Tsundere S/o (feat. Leona)

Heartslabyul Cuddling Headcanons

When they’re dream about their crush (Heartslabyul)

TWST Dorm Leaders how they’re like in karaoke

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Trey Clover

The shy and experimental alchemist, s/o (Sucrose)

An indecisive s/o

The loveable yet reckless, s/o (Yoimiya)

TWST s/o who can perform glyph magic

TWST S/o who buries their faces in their chest

The feisty yet affectionate s/o (Diona)

The unlucky but optimistic s/o (Bennett)

Tiny s/o with squishy cheeks

The intimidating, lazy yet grateful s/o (Rosaria)

S/o who spaces out often

The friendly and efficient helper, s/o (Thoma)

The outgoing, charitable, rule abiding s/o (Amber)

S/o who looks childish but they’re creepy

S/o who never tried sweets before

Falling on top of a sleeping s/o

TWST Moe gap s/o (2)

Tiny, squishy cheeks s/o lightly bites their finger (cuz angy-)

Trying boba tea with s/o

Trey with a tsundere s/o

Insecure s/o asks why they like them (2)

TWST s/o's trust fall flirt

TWST kiss wipe prank

"I hope you're happy but don't be happier" TW: Angst

Magician s/o

"I heard you said that" S/o with Encanto's Dolores' powers

The observant, calm and easing s/o (Vyn Richter)

S/o wrapped in their “pillow nest”

Heartslabyul Cuddling Headcanons

When they’re dream about their crush (Heartslabyul)

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Cater Diamond

Magician s/o

Heartslabyul Cuddling Headcanons

When they’re dream about their crush (Heartslabyul)

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Deuce Spade

The calm but easily flustered exorcist, s/o (Chongyun)

TWST Moe gap s/o (2)

Adeuce helping Epel and y/n confess to each other

Insecure s/o asks why they like them (2)

TWST kiss wipe prank

The anxious, beautiful but self-conscious (and REALLY QUIET) s/o (Komi Shouko)

"I hope you're happy but don't be happier" TW: Angst

Heartslabyul Cuddling Headcanons

When they’re dream about their crush (Heartslabyul)

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Ace Trappola

S/o is a professional basketball player

The calm but easily flustered exorcist, s/o (Chongyun)

TWST Moe gap s/o (2)

Adeuce helping Epel and y/n confess to each other

Musician Y/N that loves classical music (Platonic)

TWST kiss wipe prank

The anxious, beautiful but self-conscious (and REALLY QUIET) s/o (Komi Shouko)

Heartslabyul Cuddling Headcanons

When they’re dream about their crush (Heartslabyul)

[durotoswrites]

for the character bingo, could you do claire from mineral town?

When I tend to think of Claire, my mind goes to the personification I've written for her - otherwise she's a pretty blank slate. I write Claire with very similar personality traits to myself, although she does have a little more fire in her, as I included her retaliating against Thomas when he mocks her at the beginning of the game. Writing about someone who is similar to yourself is therapeutic, and in a lot of ways, it helps me think about how I want to treat myself.

I've seen things where people are asked what they think of themselves, and they'll list out all of their faults and say terrible things as they beat themselves up. Then they are presented with a photo of themselves as a child and are asked if they would say the same things to their younger self. Writing is kinda like that in a way, only the character is fictional, yet most of their traits and faults are based on my very real past and upbringing. In a way, it's helped me work through some of my issues and learn to be a little more forgiving of myself.

I like making her awkward, clumsy, and imperfect. She's fun and easy to project my own feelings onto, and I've been writing her for so long that this is like the "default" Claire for me. Although I've read more outgoing versions of her, ones that are cooler, some that are tragic, and others that are also shy, I love that there are so many different takes on Claire, as it can really shape different stories about her! ^-^

Thank you for the ask, and I hope you have a great day!

Character Opinion Bingo

[genshinconfessions]

I want to preference this by saying this is going to have Inazuma spoilers & spoilers for Kazuha, Ayaka, Yoimiya, and Sayu's voicelines.

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Does anyone else find it interesting how different people have perceived Baal? Baal is the character I am most interested to learn about and see more of when it comes to Inazuma, so I have done a lot of research on her and her lore. She's a very difficult character to understand, seeing as we are only given information on her from a third person perspective, rather than through herself directly, but I find it interesting what certain people have to say about Baal.

While Thoma calls her "selfish" when we first stand in front of the Omnipotent Statue with him, a store owner in Ritou- Kaede -calls Baal "merciful" and "forgiving". What's even more interesting is what the playable/soon to be playable characters have to say regarding Baal.

Kazuha expresses his disliking towards the decree, but calls her actions in the duel against his friend "not unjust". In game, when we ask Ayaka about Baal, she says that was "emotionless", but in her voiceline Ayaka says that she believes that "Her Excellency must get lonely on the road to eternity". I have a huge suspicion that the line is foreshadowing either Baal's motive, her past, or her future.

Now, to move onto Sayu and Yoimiya, neither have anything terribly negative to say regarding Baal. Yoimiya discuses how her "fireworks are probably the farthest thing from "eternity" that the Shogun persues" and then goes on to express the differences between a deity and a mortal. Sayu express how Baal is "definitely not someone I'd ever get to meet".

I find these voicelines interesting because no one- besides perhaps Kazuha -expresses utter hatred or disliking towards Baal like we've- or at least I -was made to believe. Baal herself seems to cause conflict in people's characterizations of her in game. While some seem to like her, others despise her (much like the fandom).

Now, to speak about Baal herself, she seems to be an oddly calm- like Ayaka mentioned -emotionless character. While she keeps an even, almost unnervingly calm tone when speaking (in trailer/in game) her actions are brash and destructive. I feel as though, for somebody who enjoys doing character studies, the actions and tone of voice conflict a lot.

She's powerful enough to kill a god- the serpent -with a single lightening strike, and yet the resistance still stands. She's boastful and- perhaps -narcissistic, yet it is said that she wants to bring eternity to both herself AND her people.

It's clear that she has been an archon for- at least -500 years (if not more) and yet only a single year ago did things change so drastically. I wonder what could have changed her views so abruptly that she initiated the Vision Hunt Decree. I speculate that it has something to do with Celestia, and I think her motives may reveal to the players that she isn't completely in the wrong while also still allowing her to be a gray/villainous character, but still proposing questions in people's moral.

I'm curious to know if admins/others have any opinions regarding Baal/her motives/what could have changed her views to see visions as divine blessings?

SPOILERS FOR INAZUMA and general theories about celestia/inazuma!!!

OP's addition to the post:

Hello, sorry! I’m that anon that sent that really long Baal study. I forgot to add something that I meant to talk about and although it might not seem important, I think it’s interesting enough to share.

In the canon game, Baal used to- if not still does -really like Shibas. Both on the Baal wiki and in the description of Shibas this is mentioned. I find it interesting as to how someone known to be emotionless, tyrannical, and ruthless found enjoyment in something like a dog which is dependent, energetic, and outgoing. For a character like Baal, I felt like a snake or cat might be more suited to her liking, but that isn’t the case.

I think this is an interesting thing to note, sorry that I forgot to add this in the original post. 😅

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i think you're right, anon! i talked to one of the npcs (i forgot which, and maybe it was on a side quest or smth, i don't remember) and they mentioned that barely anyone spoke up against the vision hunt decree because most people didn't even have visions. vision users are a select elite group anyway, so standing up for them will cause even more enmity.

i'm not sure if everyone knows this, but if you talk to venti after the prologue (and actually read/listen to what he says), he mentioned that 'people with visions are called allogenes'. like, yeah.... in chinese they're called 原神 (original or primary/primordial gods). that said, it's very possible that any vision user could potentially end up as a god (we admins have a headcanon that baal was either scaramouche's sister, or she possessed said sister. either way, she, scaramouche, and kujou sara look way too similar).

so it's possible that baal is securing all visions so that no one starts a revolution against the gods/celestia (as what happened with khaenri'ah 500 years prior), but it's also possible that she's securing the visions so that celestia doesn't strike inazuma. as we know, khaenri'ah was destroyed for being much too advanced (and presumably having too much knowledge).

one of my headcanons is that the tsaritsa is working to unite all the nations against celestia (it's been mentioned that snezhnaya is the most technologically advanced country, which likely places it next in line for destruction by the gods) and venti and zhongli are her allies, simply putting on an act in front of the traveller. baal, on the other hand, may or may not be compliant with said plan... i tend towards non-compliance, since if everyone was on our side, it'd be a boring story lol.

as for baal's characterization, well, that just goes to show how even the most seemingly-tyrannical leader has a side that's human, and how not everyone will disagree with their methods because most people are just simple citizens who want to live their lives. for a citizen without any means (even if they have the heart) to make a significant impact, all they can hope for is a peaceful life.

either way, we'll find out once part 3 unlocks LOL.

- katheryne from liyue

[i-need-entertainment]

Adriah Thomas + “Can’t take my eyes off of you”

This is the 9th Oneshot for the Valentines Day Event, thank you so much for requesting!

**Also, um, other than his name and height I kinda made up the other stuffs**

Character: Adriah Thomas x reader

TW- Blood (bloody nose)

“So, Omi, when ya gonna finally ask out the cute receptionist~” Sakusa grimaced as he glared towards Atsumu, the entire interaction drawing the attention of the rest of the MSBY team as they got cleaned up in the locker room after practice. “...Soon..so don’t get any ideas.” Atsumu acted offended, “Who do you take me for? A complete scumbag?!” Sakusa turned away, deciding today would not be the day to provoke the blond. “I mean, he’s got a point, you have flirted with most of the girls who work here.” 

Atsumu waved his hand in the air dismissively, “Yeah, yeah ANYways, how ‘bout you Hinata, find anyone yer interested in?” Hinata shook his head, “Not really, i’m kinda just focusing on volleyball right now.” Atsumu looked surprised, “Really? No one? What about the other receptionist?” Inunaki shook his head, “She’s got a boyfriend.” Atsumu continued to think, trying to come up with someone, “Oh! What about that one girl...uh...L/n, right?” 

The older members of the team went silent, “Definitely not,” Well, most of the older members went silent. Inunaki smirked as he pointed his thumb towards his other, much taller companion. “That’s Adriah’s girl.”The middle blocker turned away and finished getting ready with the hollers and shouts of his teammates in the background. “waIT, I didn’t know they were datin’!” Inunaki’s face turned to one of frustration, “They’re not, this guy,” He once again pointed to Adriah, “Won’t work up the nerve to tell her!” 

Adriah sighed as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, sending an unimpressed look towards his teammates. “You know why I can’t do that....” Shaking his head, he waved to his teammates, exiting the locker rooms and heading towards his car. Adriah had liked you for 2 years, aka the 2 years you had worked with the jackals. But there was one reason he couldn’t tell you how he felt. Because almost every time he tried to talk to you or was in your presence, he ended up making a near fool of himself. 

Well- it was never really his fault, things just tended to happen. Like how the first time the team had met you, and he tripped on his own feet. Or when you had come in to collect something from the coach, caushing Adriah to take one of Bokuto’s spikes to his face, or- *THUNK* 

Adriah cringed as he grabbed his face, stumbling back a few feet as he tried to grasp what had just happened. He heard a loud gasp and the sound of feet quickly coming towards him, “Oh my gosh, i’m so sorry are you okay?!?” Opening his eyes he was met with you. He put on a smile and said a quick, “Don’t worry about it!” Your face turned to one of concern. 

Adriah, having felt some weird moisture on his palm brought his hand away, widening his eyes as he saw blood. You felt the air get knocked out of you as soon as you saw it, you gently grabbed his arm as you led him towards the infirmary. You sat him down on the exam table, giving him a wad of tissues and having him pinch his nose, sitting upright. Fortunately (for both of you) you were the team’s medic, so you were pretty used to dealing with things like this; bloody noses especially. 

“I am so, so sorry. I didn’t expect anyone to be in the hallway!” He shook his head with a smile, “It’s fine...I wasn’t paying attention anyways.” You looked at him with a small smile, “Well, i’m still sorry, I hit you pretty hard so I’m going to check for a concussion, okay?” He just slowly nodded, his head was starting to hurt... You stood in front of him, still having to look up because even sitting down he was still much taller (he is 6′7 for those who don’t know). 

“Okay, I’m going to ask you some questions, please answer them honestly alright?” He slowly nodded again. “What is your name?” “Adriah Thomas” “Do you know where you are?” He nodded, “The, uh, the...MSBY Black Jackals.” “Good, okay, i’m going to check your eyes, make sure your pupils aren’t dilated...” You gently held his face with one hand, using the other to move a single finger side to side, making sure he could follow it. “Well, they are a little dilated, and your movements are a little slow...but you also had practice today, okay one more test.” 

You stepped away, Adriah already missing the comfort he felt from your touch. “Last question I promise! Tell me some things about yourself, favorite color, how many siblings you have, some things you like...” He cleared his throat, briefly closing his eyes and thinking. “My favorite color is yellow....I have An older brother and an older sister..” He paused to think, his movements getting a little more sloppy and uncontrolled. “A-and I like...well I like you..” 

Your eyes widened as your breath caught in your throat. “U-uhm..come- come again?” He sighed happily leaning his head back against the wall, “I like you, but not as a friend, I like like you...You’re very kind, and pretty and- and you have the nicest smile...Honestly, I can’t take my eyes off you...I haven’t been able to since...well since you started working here...” You noticed his eyes started to droop and he started to sway a bit. 

Losing consciousness he fell forward, you luckily catching him before he could fall to the floor. You gently laid him down on the bed, checking his vitals and what not, he was just napping. You sighed as you stepped back, trying to calm your racing heart and regain your breath. Adriah Thomas liked you...He actually liked you back. Whereas Adriah thought he had been making a fool of himself, you had been slowly but surely falling for his sweet, outgoing and downright adorable personality. 

Shaking your head with a small smile you walked back to sit at your desk, figuring it’d be a good idea to get some paperwork done. “Hey L/n, you seen Ad-” Inunaki paused his sentence at seeing his friend asleep on the exam table. He made a face of understanding, “So that’s why there was blood on the door...what happened.” You hid your face in your hands out of embarrassment. “...I hit him with the door...” Inunaki’s eyes widened before he burst out laughing, quieting down a bit when you threw a pen at him, telling him to be quiet. 

Pulling him into the hallway, you explained what had happened. “wAit...so you hit him with the door..” You nodded, “And he confessed....” You nodded, feeling a certain heat creep up your neck. “...then he passed out...” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Did you at least say it back?” You narrowed your eyes at him, “No, he passed out before I could say anything...” You both paused at the sound of a groan, then footsteps moving towards the infirmary room door. 

Inunaki smirked, pushing you towards the door before he skipped away, teasingly saying a ‘this is your chance~ don’t screw up!’ before he disappeared around the corner. Taking a deep breath you opened the door, gently guiding a still woozy Adriah towards the bed so he could sit down again. “So...” He looked at you, “..Your favorite color is yellow huh?” 

His eyes widened. He now realized that the nightmare he had wasn’t a nightmare at all...he really had just confessed to the girl he liked right after getting hit by a door. He looked down, hand coming up to mess with his dark hair. “...you remember that...” You gave him a soft smile. 

“Listen, when you feel better...would you like to go out to coffee? I feel terrible for hitting you, but i’d really like to get to know you better...only if you want to.” A big smile came on his face as he nodded, “I’d like that...thank you...” You smiled, getting onto your tippy toes and very softly kissing his cheek, “It’s a date.”

“Pardon the way that I stare There's nothin' else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak, There are no words left to speak, But if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real, You're just too good to be true, Can't take my eyes off of you”

[adamruzekhq]

| patrick john flueger, 27, police officer | is that { adam ruzek } ? he works down at {district 21 for intelligence }! i’ve heard they’re pretty { loyal & outgoing } but relax a little because they can get pretty { impulsive } if you push them too hard. before you go visit him at work, maybe bring a quick { regular coffee with cream and sugar } with you? we all know they need it! | brooke, 24, est & she&her! |

Adam Thomas Ruzek was born on July 16th back in 1993 to Robert Ruzek "Bob" who was a dedicated plice officer, and to Renee Ruzek (nee' Watson) who was an English teacher for the local high school. Born and raised in Canaryville, Chicago he had somewhat of a good childhood growing up. He has an older sister whom he's very close too, and when they were young his parents divorced.

The divorce had a little bit of an impact on Adam as he kept going back and forth from his mom's to his dads's, but eventually chose to live and be with his father as Adam was super close with him and his sister chose to live & be wit his mother.

He eventually formed a close realtionship with his sister but not with his mom as he realized his mom cheated on his father. Adam idolized his father growing up, and it was in his blood to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a cop as well.

Adam played baseball and basketball while growing up, he always felt like the odd one out at school as he had bright red hair that was terribly died for no reason, and the man would never admit it but he actually liked school and got really good grades. However when he graduated high school Adam went straight into the academy wanting to be just like his father. While being in the academy, he had met & fallen in love with Wendy and got engaged, however the two recently just broke up and ended things.  

He did good in the academy and it wasn't until one day that the Alvin Olinsky came to his academy trying to scope out one kid to join the unit for an undercover gig. Al’s eyes landed on Adam and hand picked Adam. He was grateful as Adam realized that Al and Hank both worked & served with his father so he felt like he had a chance. Being choppy in the beginning, Adam has learned and is learning the ropes. He’s been here for a year now.

&&THATS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW FOLKS

[aiatiwoyouryrarialv]

“Not As Think As You Drunk I Am”

Words: 1,777

Rating: T

Warnings: Alcohol and drunkenness

Categories: M/M

Part 5 of “Indomitable Ferity”

Characters: Alex Kralie, Timothy Wright, Jay Merrick, Brian Thomas

Relationships: Brian Thomas/Timothy Wright

Alex's apartment was small. He truly didn't mind the size of the space but there were times when he was forced to realize exactly how inconveniently small it was. For example, when his college friends decided they were going to have a party and that they wanted to have it at Alex's place.

The living room was just big enough to seat four, maybe five people, but no more than that; the rest of the apartment was the same. Therefore, Alex was forced to resort to asking Jay for his help.

"Please, Jay? Just for a few hours? I'll make sure nothing gets broken or trashed."

Jay sighed, running a hand through his hair in contemplation. He really didn't want to open his home up to a bunch of rowdy adult-aged children. Then again, all four of them would be home to keep an eye on things, unless Tim and Brian decided to go out for the night.

"Promise me you've got this under control," Jay finally said.

"Yes! I promise! Nothing will go wrong, I promise," Alex quickly reassured.

"I'm going to hold you to that."

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Jay and Tim's house was overflowing with people. The party had officially started at eight o'clock but over an hour later, people were still pouring in. The vast majority of the party-goers hadn't been invited and Alex could only assume that word of a party had gotten around. However, despite the large number in attendance, Alex was doing an adequate job of keeping true to the promise he had made Jay. A few drinks had been spilled but not on the carpet or furniture and the mess had been cleaned up quickly.

To Jay's surprise, Tim and Brian had decided to stick around. The loud, boisterous group of people most definitely was not the kind of crowd either of them belonged in but they didn't seem to mind. Tim introduced himself to a few people and seemed to find someone he could relate to and Brian, well, even after all that had happened, he still held his outgoing, bright spirit.

The party had been going for nearly three hours and there was hardly any room to walk. Every space was packed; people stood along the stairs, overcrowded the couch, sat on the kitchen counter, lounged about on the porch railings. When alcohol had appeared, Alex had been quick to reassure Jay that everyone was over the age of twenty one (and silently prayed that everyone left before the cops could be called and his cover was blown).

Among all of the unfamiliar faces crowding his living space, one in particular seemed to catch Brian's attention. Though he normally wasn't one to drink, especially excessively, Brian had decided that a few beers couldn't hurt; subsequently, his vision was currently blurred, his eyes focusing every few seconds on objects around the room but the signal was delayed in reaching his brain and, either way, Brian didn't really care.

Beer in hand, Brian slowly made his way through the kitchen toward the attractive stranger. Most of his details were lost between Brian's hazy vision and the dim light of the kitchen, but Brian could make out some of his dark features. Forcing his eyes to focus, he glanced down to find the stranger's shirt was black with the word "ToTheArk" printed in white toward the bottom, an album cover covering most of the space.

"ToTheArk," Brian began, forcing his gaze up to the man's - the stranger was a man, right? Brian was pretty sure he was - face though his eyes refused to cooperate. "Good band. Your favourite song?"

The stranger - yes, he was definitely a man - chuckled before replying, "If I had to choose, either 'Regards' or 'Solipsis'." His voice sounded much too familiar to Brian but he couldn't for the life of him place it. "What about you?"

Brian had to take a moment to remember what they were talking about before he could answer the question. "Uhm, 'Return' or 'Oc'... 'October' something, I think?"

"'October eleventh'?" the man offered and Brian nodded.

"That's it. I like 'Return' for the lyrics though," Brian rambled.

"Good songs. You have a great taste in music." The man's voice sounded amused but Brian had no clue as to why.

"You look a little spacey. Do you wanna get some fresh air?"

Air? He was asking if Brian needed air? The thought sounded appealing so Brian nodded; his hand was immediately grasped by a warm one and he was led through a crowd of people and out the back door. The backyard was significantly less crowded than any other part of the house and Brian was grateful for it. A handful of people were spread across the grass, some sitting and others standing, but the vast majority remained inside.

"So what's a pretty thing like you doing at a party like this?" the man asked, the amusement thick in his voice. Brian didn't understand just what was so funny so he decided to ignore it.

"I live here," Brian lamely replied, his unfocused eyes shifting to the thick, dark tangle of trees that rested just beyond the yard.

"Really? That's cool."

"Yeah, I guess."

The man shifted a little closer before murmuring, "I like your teeth."

My teeth? Brian thought, and even through the haze of the alcohol he could clearly remember the cause for his unnaturally sharp fangs.

"Thanks," Brian mumbled, turning his head to the side and looking at the ground.

"Hey," the man said in a comforting tone, one hand reaching up and guiding Brian's face back to the other's. "Don't be sad. It's not a good look on you."

"Sorry," Brian apologized, his gaze resting somewhere over the man's shoulder.

"You don't need to apologize," the man chuckled. "I know what you've been through. You have every right to be upset."

Brian's wide eyes tried so desperately to focus on the man's face, and for a moment, they did, but the image was quickly distorted again.

"But I know you've overcome your circumstances, and that friendly, fighting spirit inside you is what makes you all the more attractive."

Brian felt his face grow hot at the unexpected compliment and he managed a "Thank you" before hot lips were pressed to his own. A quiet groan vibrated in Brian's throat as he kissed the man with a fiery passion. It was as if they were made for each other, their lips moving together perfectly as Brian's hands ran up the stranger's chest and rested on his shoulders, careful to keep his nails from catching on the fabric. Hot hands slid up under the edge of Brian's t-shirt and pressed into the heated skin underneath, drawing a breathy sigh inbetween kisses from Brian.

When they finally drew apart to breathe in the fresh air surrounding them, the man was almost laughing as he asked in a joking tone, "What would Tim say if he could see us now?"

Tim?

Tim.

Oh shit.

Brian's hands completely withdrew from the man's shoulders and he took a step backwards. Though his mind was hazy and it was difficult to string together a coherent thought, Brian's mind could only think of one thing: "I cheated on Tim."

Brian's eyes watered as the thought invaded his mind and he mumbled, "I'm sorry," before fleeing back into the house. Over the loud music, it was impossible to make out the sound of someone calling his name, but even if he'd heard them, he wouldn't have turned back. Pushing past the strangers crowding the stairway, Brian quickly stumbled his way up to the room he shared with Tim and slammed the door, locking it behind him.

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By some miracle from God, Brian had gone the whole night without throwing up. As the morning light streamed in through the thin curtains, Brian's eyes cracked open then slammed back closed. His head pounded and the pain was all he could think about.

"What did I do last night?" he groaned as he grasped his head. His pain that felt like it was splitting his skull was temporarily forgotten as his foggy memory recalled that he had kissed someone. Someone that was not Tim.

Jerking his head much too fast to the other side of the bed, Brian found that his boyfriend was missing. Forcing himself to his feet, Brian squinted his eyes against the harsh light as he made his way to the bedroom door and unlocked it. Making his way down the stairs in his boxers and one of Tim's shirts - his drunken mind had apparently thought it important enough to strip before going to bed - Brian hadn't made it to the bottom when he saw Tim passed out on the couch, a thin blanket draped over his body.

Rushing down the remaining steps, Brian crouched down in front of Tim and shook him.

"What...? Brian? What's wrong?"

Brian's vision blurred as tears flooded his eyes, some spilling over onto his cheeks.

"I kissed someone last night," Brian admitted, his voice wavering. "I'm a terrible boyfriend. I'm so sorry Tim."

It took him a moment for his sleep-addled brain to make sense of what Brian had said, but when it did, Tim let out a little sigh, his lips turning up in a small smile as he relaxed back against the couch.

"Why are you smiling?" Brian asked, his voice conveying panic. "This is serious!"

"Brian," Tim gently said as he took one of his boyfriend's hands in his own. "That was me. I know you were hammered last night and I was messing with you. I thought you knew it was me."

"Wait... You..." Brian's mind spun and the pain from his hangover stabbed at the back of his skull.

"I guess I probably should have made it clear who I was." Tim placed a chaste kiss on Brian's hand. "I know you wouldn't just make out with a stranger. I think some part of your brain knew it was me, even if your conscience didn't fully know."

Brian dropped fully to the floor and sat for a moment just thinking over what his lover had said. When his mind had finally caught up to him, Brian could only offer one question.

"Do you think the band is based off of me?"

The question was one that Tim was obviously not expecting and he could only remain frozen for the longest moment before erupting in laughter.

"Most definitely, my lovely. You are the original."

Brian leaned his head against the hands clasped around his own and closed his eyes, a grin on his face.

"Cool."

[selfdestructivecat]

logan? :O

Oooh this is an interesting one!

First Impression

Admittedly, I didn’t have much of an impression of him at first. Since he’s less outgoing and energetic compared to the other sides, he seemed to have less of a personality (which is absolutely NOT THE CASE, but seeing him next to Roman and Patton kinda muted him a bit for me).

Impression Now

Someone pay attention to this sad man! He feels under appreciated and he’s depressed and he needs a hug and probably some therapy. He feels so deeply and yet he represses that because he is Logic and he wants to be valuable to Thomas and just... I want him to smile more and to be happy and feel like he’s allowed to be happy. Who I originally thought to be the most shallow character actually has some of the greatest depth of any of them.

So basically, if I think about Logan for too long, I start to feel really sad because he just seems like such a sad character to me. And like many others, I see quite a bit of myself in him.

Favorite Moment

I love him in The Twelve Days of Christmas. I love him sassing Roman’s choice in lyrics, and eventually completely changing them following Patton’s example. I love how he starts to really get into it, rapping and moving to the lyrics and eventually busting out that incredible final line about Crofters.

Idea for a Story

5 times Logan learned from the other sides, and 1 time they learned from him.

The story progresses in small snippets, each an interaction between Logan and one of the other sides. It starts with Logan trying to help the others with various tasks, as it’s his job as Logic, but instead of teaching the other sides, he ends up learning something new from each of them. As these interactions continue to occur, Logan starts to lose confidence in himself, seeing that no one really needs him to teach them anything.

Until he realizes, in the +1 section of this fic, that he had been teaching the other sides all along, and that learning is actually an exchange rather than the one-sided teaching he had believed he failed at. The other sides tell him about all of the things he taught them, and how the information he gave them actually led them to figuring out the things they eventually taught him.

And there’s crying and lots of hugging because I’m basic af and can’t resist a good hug session lol

Unpopular Opinion

Oh man, I’m actually not sure which opinions about him are unpopular, so this may not actually be an unpopular opinion.

I don’t think that the other sides, in ignoring him, makes them unsympathetic. I feel terrible for Logan and want the others to listen to him, but I don’t think it makes the others bad people for not listening. I’ve seen a lot of Unsympathetic!Patton stuff based on this (especially when he skipped Logan’s dialogue in Selfishness vs Selflessness), and while it’s absolutely valid to hold this opinion of him, it’s not one I hold myself.

There absolutely needs to be a conversation between all of the sides where Logan communicates that he feels neglected, and where the other sides truly listen and address this, but I don’t think any of the sides are bad.

(This isn’t really about Logan, I realize now, but I hope this is still alright lol)

Favorite Relationship

Romantically, I adore Logicality. Like I mentioned before, Logan needs to realize that feelings aren’t bad, and that he can still function as Logic while having these feelings, and who better to help him out than the Heart? And, like with Prinxiety, most of the fics I found when I got into the fandom had Logicality in them, and a lot of Prinxiety fics also had Logicality.

I also really love the idea of a relationship, either platonic or romantic, with Remus. Logan is the only side that Remus doesn’t scare (although it can be argued that Janus isn’t scared either, but we have yet to see them interact in a canon episode). I just love the idea of the two of them conducting disgusting experiments and bonding over the lesser-explored realms of science.

Favorite Headcanon

Despite not really liking to sing, he is very good at picking up lyrics. He can listen to a song one or two times and have all of the lyrics memorized. This, of course, includes raps, and if the sides ever do have a karaoke night, they are in for a surprise...

Thanks for the ask, Allyster! <3

Send Me some Character Asks!

[writingandsins]

50 Questions: OC interview

(I was tagged by @alejandrocortez)

1. What’s your name?

Eleanor 

2. Give me your full name…

Eleanor Ivie 

3. Do you have a nickname? If yes, what is it and how did you come to have it?

Ella or El. Family or close friends came up with it. 

4. What species are you? (Human, werewolf, etc? Or are you an alien?)

I am quite certain that I am a human being. 

5. Where were you born?

London, England. But at the age of ten I was raised in a quiet little town in Maine. 

6. I see. And that would make your age…?

Twenty-Six. 

7. Okay, now…are you a good guy, or a bad guy?

Everyday I aim to contribute something good to the world. I guess you could say that I am a good person. 

Part II: Tell Us More About Yourself…

8. How would you describe your personality?

I have been told that despite my studious nature that I am quite outgoing. I enjoy making new friends and sharing my research with anyone who is just as curious as I am. My father also always taught me to always be kind and humble, good things will come from it. 

9. Would you say you’re someone who can handle pressure?

I have been on my own since I was eighteen years old, I think I am capable of handling pressure at this point. 

10. Do you like to read?

Absolutely! Do you have any recommendations? 

11. Favorite color?

I have always leaned towards any shade of green. It is such a lovely color. 

12. Do you get along with others?

I would say so!

13. Do you have any enemies?

My goodness, I certainly am not aware of any enemies. However...there is one particular Collector that really frustrates me. 

14. How about friends?

Ah! I have made many friendships along the way, quite a few I treasure beyond any trinket or gold I find. 

15. Are you patient?

In my line of work, patience is a virtue and I have come to learn how valuable it is.  

Part III: Hypothetically…

16. Suppose that you could become any creature you know of. What would you pick, and why?

Cats are incredibly affectionate and curious creatures and they can be ferocious too. 

17. One of your enemies in question 13 just complimented you. Response?

*Blushes* I am unsure how I am suppose to react to that.. 

18. One of your friends in Question 14 just insulted you. Response?

*Looks perplexed and offended*

19. If you could change anything about yourself…

I am quite content, life has given me many gifts and I do not wish to take advantage of that. 

20. About your home…

It’s many miles away, I try to visit annually but my work has taken me farther away. For now, home is where I can rest my head. 

Part IV: Now We Get Personal

21. What’re your parents like?

I was adopted. My birth parents were wonderful and loving, they provided me with a fantastic education and I saw wondrous places around the world as a young child. Sadly, they were killed in a carriage accident when I was ten years old. I was with them when it happened..

My father, Thomas Ivie, adopted me and gave me a very comfortable and loving life until his death. I miss him terribly.

22. Do you have any siblings?

No, I am an only child. 

23. What’s your occupation?

I am a Collector! I am one of few in the employment of Madam Nazar. She has been good to me and I also have freedom to perform other jobs as well if needed. 

24. I see, that’s a good job to have. Do you like it?

I love it! I can’t see myself doing anything else. 

25. Are you seeing/dating anyone?

*A blush bursts onto her face, she begins to nervously fumble with her hands*  I am honestly quite lacking in this.. but there is someone I recently met that I can’t stop thinking about. I hope to see him soon. 

26. Married/Engaged/Other?

I am not married, one day I hope to be. I must find the right man first. 

27. If yes, how did you meet?

*Looks uncomfortable*

28. Tell us your biggest secret.

I know the location of a lost civilization, and no, I will not reveal it to you. There are some things in this world that should be left untouched. 

29. Your worst fear? You don’t have to answer this one if you don’t want to.

Bugs... not a fan.

30. Favorite food?

I have quite the obsession for canned peaches! 

30. Favorite drink?

Tea. 

31. Tell us one thing you’re the most proud of.

I am proud of my work!

32. Something embarrassing? You don’t have to answer this one, either.

Aha..I would prefer not to answer, for my dignities sake. 

33. If you didn’t answer Questions 29 and/or 33, tell me why.

I have answered every question truthfully. 

34. Is that a good reason?

I would hope so!

Part V: Closing

35. Are you satisfied with your life?

Yes, I am very fortunate. 

36. Anything you feel like you have to do? It can be something long-term, like a bucket list, or something you need to do right now.

I would love to visit Egypt again, it was the last place I visited before...before my parents death. 

37. Any hobbies?

I love to make perfumes and beauty oils, hygiene is essential!

38. Quick, you get one wish! What did you just wish for? It’s alright, you can tell me…

To see my father again, I miss him. 

39. How would you describe that wish? Good? Bad? Selfish? Selfless? Other?

Honestly? It’s quite selfish. 

40. Have you been honest with these questions?

I am a honest person, telling lies is not something I am very good at. 

41. Your personal quote?

“Discovery always leads to the ultimate truth.”

42. Do you like change?

Change is essential, whether we like it or not. 

43. What’s your most valued possession?

My beautiful horse Brigid, she is my most trusted friend. 

44. Anything else you feel like sharing?

With the treasures I find, there are many that I return to its rightful home. I do not tolerate theft. 

50. Last question!…yup, that’s it! How do you feel?

Quite well thank you very much, have a lovely day! 

I am tagging @theoutlawdiaries @scrawny-nag

[bobbyboops]

Random Question Tag #2

Thank you so much for the tag @lilithlibrxa, thank you for helping me occupy my time!

1. Tim or Bobby?

Oh this is hard! I guess I will go with Bobby, just because fusebox didn't give us the chance to have Tim as a love interest! Which is a crime!

2. Choose two Islanders (from any season) to be quarantined with, and why? 

Bobby of course, we would have so much fun baking together and making endless pillow forts/ having all the lip sync battles. I would also choose Priya! I think that would be a really fun combination!

3. How/when did you discover the game?

 I actually discovered the game like a year ago by accident haha I was watching love island UK and I went looking for the app for the tv show but found the game instead! I downloaded it because I was curious. I luckily started playing season 2 first and I feel really lucky I did! Because I don't know if I could have stuck it out if only season 1 was available! 

4. If you could rewrite a scene, what scene would you rewrite? 

Returning from Casa Amor!! First I would have tackled my man Bobby so fast when he came out single, and been kissing his whole freckled face! Also I would have shown that Nelly music video circa 2002 time traveler *Blake the snake* who the real bad bitch in the villa was, and I wanted my friends to stick up for me and shut her down as well! Like are you honestly going to sit here and tell me that Priya and Bobby just sat there and did nothing?! Nope, No, I refuse to believe it. Even Lurik/Noah saying like Blake that is uncalled for. Come on. 🙄

5. Favourite challenge? 

Heart rate challenge. The only thing I would change is give me an opportunity to dance up on everyone haha. Or the Dunking challenge from season 1, because I would have liked to dunk so many people haha.

6. If you could put/ship two Islanders together, who would you put together and why?

Chelsea and Henrik... I think they are actually really cute together haha they are like Milo and Otis. They would be best friends for sure! I also would have been interested to see Marisol and Elisa together.

7. Describe your ideal S3 LI. 

A mix of Bobby, and Kassam. Really funny and outgoing, but with some sarcasm, who is also kinda chill. Also slightly jealous (Not too much because that is such a turn off but just enough to know that they are really interested.) Someone I can joke around with, who will stick up for me! Or at least pull me out of nonsense situations (Think Ovie from Love Island UK when he pulls his girl out of the fight, just silently walks up and says nope lets go.)

8. New or old Hannah? 

Old Hannah, she was annoying and whiney but at least she wasn't a bitch with lame ass intentions at revenge. Also that hair is just hard to look at. Also it was hard for me because I felt like fusebox was making it seem like she had to change who she was for people to notice her. Say it with me YOU DONT HAVE TO HAVE A “GLOW UP” TO BE VALUED! YOU HAVE VALUE AS YOU ARE! AND THE RIGHT PERSON WILL SEE THAT!

9. Who was dumped too soon?

Priya! She deserved to stay! Also I wish Henrik and Lucas could have both stayed in the beginning! As I stated in another post I wish that Operation Nope and the Rocco debacle could have been switched in their timing. That way there wasn't the double dumping until day 11 or 12.

10. Jakub or Felix? 

Ugh that's a hard one. I guess Felix because I would just roast him all the time, and I feel confident I could beat him in a physical fight haha. Jakub would Hulk Smash me and that scares me.

11. Henrik or Lucas? 

Another hard one!! They are so different and bring different things to the table! Lucas brings that passion, and bad boy energy. He lowkey scares me a little haha I feel like he would smell my vulnerability and cowardly self from a mile away haha! But Henrik brings the fun dumbass energy like a big puppy! I guess I would choose Lucas, just because I would never be caught dead in the wilderness with Henrik... I like nature for a few hours haha then I want to be inside. “Try to take me camping and I will divorce you” was a direct quote I said to my husband at an early point in our marriage hahaha

12. Jo or Hope? 

Hope. I have never done a Noah route so we are always friends. I hate her relationship with Noah, and I think she is a terrible girlfriend, but she was always a good friend to me.

13. Lottie or Priya?

I actually love them both! I don't like all of the hypocrisy with Lottie, but she does have good character development (IMO) But I guess I will choose Priya just because of that. 

14. What originally drew you to your LI?

I have a type I like long and lanky funny guys who are nice. I am who I am... 🤷🏼‍♀️ Every girl growing up was like CHANNING TATUM!!! and I was like Matthew Gray Gubler and Eddie Redmayne! hahahha

15. Favourite LI of all time (both seasons)? 

Bobby, no surprises there, but I also love Jake! And if Tim had been an option I would have for sure gone for him haha.

16. Favourite scene/day?

I love the final date when Bobby asks you to be his girlfriend! Also the night before the final when we get to give our soppy speeches! I’m soft what can I say?

17. Who had the best character development? 

Lottie improved greatly throughout the game! But I don't love her with Gary. She was too possessive! That is not an attractive quality to me at all, and imagine if the roles had been reversed and a boy kissed a girl one time and then became a possessive mess? But as a friend she had great development.

18. One thing that irked you about the game? 

That MC never got to stand up for herself, and that she was dragged into so much unnecessary drama, that honestly wasn't even that interesting. Also the drama rarely ever had anything to do with MC directly! That was annoying. Also that they kept shoving down our throats that HOPE AND NOAH ARE THE GREATEST LOVE STORY EVER TOLD! BITCH WHERE?!?!?!? 👀👀👀

19. Season 1 reunion or Season 2 wedding? 

I actually never played the season1 reunion... I didn't have 40 gems lying around burning a hole in my pocket. Also I just didn't care that much haha. But I did enjoy the wedding, even though it was very generic.

20. Describe domestic life or a head-canon about/with your LI. 

I picture lots of baking, little kids running around our back yard while bobby and I chase them around. Putting the kids to sleep and curling up on the couch to watch movies and make out haha. Lots of laughter, happiness, and beautiful little babies! Also probably a lot of annoyance because I am a clean freak and its canon that Bobby is kind of a slob haha. That would probably be the only thing we fight about.

21. Guess some of the Islanders surnames?

Oh geez ok

Chelsea Thomas

Priya Dayal

Lottie Campbell

Hope Stevens

Hannah Taylor

Blake Butthole

Shannon MacCarthy

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[itskcvinkeller]

did  you  just  see   THOMAS DOHERTY  ( cismale  ) walking  through  the  streets  of  riverdale  ?  no  ,  you  couldn’t  have  because  while he  looks  like  them  ,  it’s  actually  KEVIN KELLER.  (  polo sweaters & buttons ups,  two boys kissing in the woods, stage lights hitting a standing audience,  comic books stacked next to a spider-man mug, a man taking a picture in the best lighting )  remind  me  so  much  of  them  ,  maybe  it’s  because  they’re  CHARISMATIC  ,  OUTGOING,  BLUNT & IMPULSIVE,  but  i  don’t  know  .  i  do  know  that  they  are  a  age  in twenty  year  old  ,  SOPHOMORE  at  RIVERDALE  UNIVERSITY  ,  if  you  listen  closely  ,  you  can  definitely  hear  FLY BY NICKI MINAJ, RIHANNA  playing  from  their  DORMROOM.  (  percy  !  )

╾┈✱ *:･ﾟ✧ 𝙗𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖

𝐼 - 𝓷𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮. ＊

Birth Name: Kevin Thomas Keller

Nicknames: Kev

𝐼𝐼 - 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸. ＊

Gender: Cismale

Age: Twenty

Birthplace: Riverdale

Place of Residence: Riverdale University Dorm

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual / Homoromantic

Occupation: Public Relations Intern for mayor’s office

𝐼𝐼𝐼 - 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮. ＊

Eye: Blue

Hair: Black

Height: 5′11 in

𝐼𝒱 - 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ＊

Positive Traits: Charismatic , Outgoing, Friendly

Negative Traits: Blunt, Impulsive, Insecure

background:

 - kevin keller was born on march 15 to tom and rachel keller, and completely came as a surprise to the both of them. from a young age his parents wanted kevin to continue the tradition of remaining and military family not knowing that their son was going to break down many barriers. -  as a child, kevin was one of the biggest ‘nerds’ in his classes. he’d beg his parents to take him to the comic book shop, buy him collectibles from tv commercials and online ads, buying new action figures, etc. while most of his classmates were playing sports, kevin would always sit on the sidelines and read. - kevin was 12 years old when he started to realize he was finding his male classmates more attractive than he did with his female classmates. he was teased by both of his parents that he never had a girlfriend, making the claim that he wasn’t interested in any of the girls (which turned out to be incredibly true). kevin was also bullied for being more overweight than the other kids, and thankfully he had friends like betty cooper to be there for him.

high school; - kevin came out to the both of his parents when he was 14, and the both of them took it well but were in uncomfortable territory. his mother became the person he spoke with about his attraction, and his father offering as much support as he could but kevin recognized he’d never fully speak to his father about his sexuality. - kevin officially came out during the summer of his freshman year of high school, and was one of few openly gay kids in the entire town at the time (that he was aware of). he didn’t have his first kiss until that summer at a wrestling camp his father sent him to (something he didn’t stop talking to betty about for months). most people in the town don’t seem to care, but kevin is aware of the deep rooted ignorance that surrounds people his father’s age. - this ignorance really showed in high school when kevin had been the victim of a terrible prank by the members of the JRROTC team. what started as a supposed walk through the woods ended with kevin being blindfolded and soon kicked by members of his team he called him derogatory and offensive terms. he’d been kicked in the wrong place and ended up tearing his ACL because of a fall. the injury still bothers him to this day, and kevin lied about the situation to keep him out of trouble just saying he fell. it turned him off from the military and even his father questions what happened. - most of his hook-ups were with men who were in the closet. when kevin started using grind’em, he realized that the town had way more men on the LGBT+ spectrum. kevin was 16 when he began to use the app, still being too insecure to really see how attractive he is. these hook-ups were usually in public places or the other’s house. - when kevin became a bit more confident in himself, he really started to thrive. he became more interested in fashion and found his love of fashion that gave him the preppy-kevin look. he still kept his love of nerd culture that he doesn’t at all hide, and became interested in pop and modern culture. - in high school, kevin was very involved in different organizations. he was involved in wrestling, writing articles for the blue and gold, RROTC, and directing the school plays.

present - Kevin is a sophomore at Riverdale U with plans on moving to New York and working at a Public Relations Firm. Currently he works at the mayor’s office interning under the PR director, hoping to get his foot in the door and also experience the more political side of the town. - Kevin is also wanting to become an influencer. His is a YouTuber and Twitch streamer with a heavy following while also uploading videos of him singing onto the internet. He has a steady following with hopes of being able to monetize more than the money he is getting. - Kevin is very out and proud, and even mentors several LGBT+ youth through a program recently started by the university.  - Kevin is currently struggling balancing his work and social life, while also struggling in the dating department. His problems are also coming from working in the mayor’s office during the tensions rising between the northsiders and southsiders. His supervisor has even been giving him a huge workload to take off her. There’s also the issue of him being the person that many people go to, feeling as if he’s trapped at times. And there’s also the issue that he’s still attending school with the people that beat him while he was in high school.

personality;

kevin is an outgoing and charismatic person. he finds passion in a variety of things and tends to always give whatever he’s doing 100 percent. he’s not afraid to speak to anyone or push anyone in the direction he believes is best for him. this is why he is always pushing his best friend, betty cooper, to really go for what she deserves and is constantly standing up for her. he’s very confident in his ability of getting things done, and becomes easily guilty if something goes wrong. kevin thrives in social environments, and that’s why you can always find him being the life of the party. he never says no to a good time and loves to find pleasure in things. he loves hook-ing up because its always made him feel good, and makes him feel wanted. for most of his life he always watched as his friends were able to sleep around, date easily, etc. while he had to use his sherlock holmes skills just to see if other guys play for his team. it’s why he so easily falls in love with other guys because he used to genuinely believe he’d have to settle.

while kevin isn’t mean, he is a very blunt person. his honesty can come off as harsh in the wrong situation, but kevin is a person who believes in the truth and also doesn’t like being hidden. the one time he dated a closeted person he was more miserable than when he was single. he often speaks before running the thought through his mind and can quickly get defensive if the time arises. kevin is also very impulsive. this can be shown when he’s willing to hook-up with random guys he meets while going running through fox forest and getting drunk and hooking up with anonymous men. he can quickly fall victim to wanting pleasure or just feeling wanted.

[lumierecharity]

A fatherly priest who sowed friendship

Luky:

I have sung the praises of the late Father Norbert Jansen many times. Perhaps I loved him so much because he was so like my own dad, even to having the same Christian name. Shortly after I met Fr Jansen my own father died, and perhaps I transferred my affection to the priest.

Not only I but my whole family did. When Father Jansen arrived, which was seldom because he did not believe in favouritism, everybody dropped whatever he or she was doing and sat around him in the sitting room. Even the cat would jump on to his lap.

He'd sit there, beaming benevolently, as though thinking: "What a lovely Catholic family this is", and it would make you determined once again to pull up where you'd been slipping.

Different sorts

My husband and I had two rather different natures. He was reserved, distant and a fiercely private person. I am outgoing, a lover of people. This cost us both a lot of friends.

When we became engaged we found that his old friends couldn't really fancy me and that my friends weren't all that crazy about him. So on the principle "love me, love my dog", both of us turned away from our erstwhile cronies and became a somewhat isolated couple - except for all those children.

But Fr Jansen loved us both. I think he loved everyone. He brought out the best in all of us.

Author, too

We were talking about him one day. I asked my husband what the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit are and he couldn't remember them all. I took Fr Jansen's book The Sacramental We and opened it on the very page I sought, though I hadn't looked at the book for years.

We started talking about him again and about the letter he wrote to us when he was very ill and my husband had just had his first heart attack.

"I have asked our Lord to take away your illness, Sean, and let me suffer it on your behalf," he wrote, "because I'm old but you still have so many children to look after."

That was many years ago. His prayer was certainly heard.

Diplomatic

But it is neither his holiness nor his longsuffering we remember when we talk about him. It is his sweetness and humour that we recall, and above all his diplomacy.

A friend of mine was having hassles with her husband, and went to Fr Jansen to complain. After some discussion they arranged that she would keep out of the way one day her husband was sure to be in so that Fr Jansen could call, be terribly surprised to find her out, and (so she assumed) wipe the floor with her husband.

But that's not the way things worked out. "I gave them an hour and a half together", she recalled bitterly. "Then I came home, determined to have things out with my old man in front of Father, once and for all. And what do you think I found?

"There they were sitting, smoking and having a drink together like blood brothers. That was the sum total of Fr Jansen's efforts on my behalf."

That was Father Jansen for you. He united, he did not divide. By taking sides against one marriage partner he would have created a rift. But by loving both he was in fact saying: "I love both of you. Won't you please love each other the way I love each of you?"

I feel that put him in the top of the tree where marriage guidance was concerned.

Catherine Nicolette

When I was a little girl, Dad and Fr Norbert Jansen were my great heroes. So when the two of them encouraged me to consider studying theology and philosophy - which I loved - I was enthusiastic. Dad, who had degrees in philosophy, used to sit me on the high bar stool and teach me from the Summa Theologiae of Saint Thomas Aquinas. In one of his philosophy lessons, Dad tried to get me to guess how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. I told him none, because angels are great spirits that a. wouldn't fit on a pinhead and b. they aren't stupid. "Besides," I went on, "they are too important to be bothered with pins." 

Dad looked at me quietly. "Why are they important?" he asked. "Well, they're busy keeping the planets going as regular as clockwork, and keeping asteroids from hitting us, and listening to God, and helping us with problems," I firmly replied.  Pins indeed! Dad looked at me quietly. "Well," he said, "I never thought there would be a match for my philosophy professor. But a nine-year-old girl would surely have made him think." I left Dad brooding gloomily over the hours he and his fellow students had wasted on the conundrum. . . 

Shortly thereafter, I agreed when Fr Jansen - supported by Dad - asked me to promise that I would eventually study for Doctorate of Theology. I credit my heroes with planting the seeds of my great love for theophilosophical research.

If you are reading this, I would ask you also to consider studies about the deep things of God [1 Corinthians 2:10]. The Kingdom of God always has need of able theologians ...

[gloomy-goober]

Glam Up a Rainy Day

In which a young Creativity and a young Anxiety bond during a rainy day in Thomas’ mind. 

@holdnarrytight @justanotherpurplebutterfly @twinkly-lights @here-to-vent @that-space-gay-writes

Anxiety sat by the window in the main hub. The youngest side had his hood pulled up over his head and his hand pulled into the over sized sleeves. Outside the little home light grey clouds hovered over the sky and let rain drops go and hit the ground. 

It was not caused by any terribly bad day that Thomas was experiencing, if it was Roman would be outside trying to fight it off. No, it was merely a normal occurrence of bad emotions appearing that any young teenager gets. Seventh grade was not an easy ride after all and neither is puberty.

The other sides seemed to be effected by this rainfall in Thomas’ subconscious. 

Heart, usually happy and bouncing, had lost his step and went to take a nap when the light rainfall briefly became a downpour. Logic went with the usually peppy side to make sure that Patton was not alone. Creativity had been going in and out of his room like a nervous squirrel. 

Virgil seemed to like the rain more then the others. It symbolized Thomas letting out some of his pent up emotions that made the anxious side’s job hard. He had a small desire to just go out and lay outside. Let the water seep into his hoodie, but he also did not want to risk a cold or Patton’s worry about him disappearing out into what was normally Roman’s domain. 

This did not stop him from cracking the window open slightly so he could listen to the rain and smell the calming scent. He liked listening to the other sides talk but this rare moment when the hub was empty made him realize he slightly missed his alone time in the basement. 

The boy let out a sigh and rested his head on the glass. The pitter patter of the rain lulling him into a blanket of security. He had probably would have sat like that all day if it was not for the afternoon interruption of Roman “Creativity” Sanders. 

The side did not seem to notice the newest addition over by the window as he dropped his stuff onto the hub’s coffee table. The usually green clad side had seemed to have taken a costume change in the direction of a disney character onesie. Virgil could not tell if it was Chip or Dale but he honestly expected a princess or Mickey Mouse. Maybe Pansy was feeling off today. 

The silent side shifted his watchful gaze from the window to the new interesting thing in the room. 

He watched as Creativity turned on the T.V. and stuck in a movie. From the sound of it the movie was Peter Pan. The Disney obsessed side did not look at the screen as he started to set up the things he had brought out. 

The young side dug around in the box he had brought out. Taking things out to put them back in after he set up a bunch of small glass bottles. Each one was a different color and Virgil slowly realized that they were all different kinds of nail polish. He pulled out cotton balls, nail clippers, a nail file, and a bottle that read ‘nail polish remover’ before the side closed the box and set it on the floor. 

A burning question burned in the back of Anxiety’s mind as he watched Roman look over the different colors before he grabbed a red colored bottle and began to shake it. 

What is Roman doing? Does he know I am here?  Would he be mad that I am here? 

Anxiety hugged his knees to his chest. His eyes were locked on Roman even though his thoughts were elsewhere. 

He probably would be mad. He hates me because... I’m too quiet.  Not outgoing. Stupid. A nuisance.  An unwanted addition. 

Just a terrible side for someone to have. I don’t do anything productive. I should just leave before I ruin his time out in the hub. He was here before you technically. 

“I know I am handsome but there is no reason to stare.”

The statement made Anxiety jump out of the darkest part of his mind and brought him back to reality. Creativity had stopped shaking the bottle and was looking over at the other with an unreadable expression. 

Virgil’s face burned with embarrassment. The dang habit of staring off into space was one he had not been aware of until he joined their world upstairs. He looked away and made sure that his hood casted a dark shadow over his pale face. 

“Sorry. Just...wanted to...” he began to say but let it trail off into mumbles. He still was not the best at expressing his thoughts verbally, it was something Patton was working with him on. “I’m sorry...I’ll go.” 

Virgil slipped from the window sill quickly and hunched his shoulders. He barely made it two steps away from the window before Roman’s words froze him in place. 

“Now hold on a second, Anxiety. Come over here.” 

He is going to yell at you for staring. Tell you how you were being really weird.

Anxiety sucked in a shaky breath and curled into himself more. He wanted so badly to run away back to his basement but that would only make Creativity even angrier. Roman was not known for his easy temper. 

The nervous side took in a deeper breath and forced his feet over to the couch. The boy sat as far as he could from Roman without letting on that he was scared. It was a skill he was learning was pretty hard; to put on an act of uncaring. 

“What?” His voice squeaked a little and he was going to pretend it was Thomas’ physical changes not his nerves. 

Roman held out his hands with the palms facing up. He did not say anything; just waited for Anxiety to get the idea. 

Virgil looked at him confused from under the shadow of his hood. 

Is this some kind of trick? What does he want?

Roman raised an eyebrow at him and looked down at his hand then back up at Virgil expectantly. This happened a couple of times before Anxiety finally understood what the older side wanted. 

Hesitantly, Virgil brought his hands out of his pocket and put them in Creativity’s outstretched ones. He held back a gasp at the feeling. 

Roman’s hands were weirdly soft and warm, not unlike Patton’s but there was more of a noticeable trace of growling callouses. This is not what made Anxiety sit up straighter. Creativity was also Thomas’ self confidence, positvity, and dreams. He was the opposite of Anxiety’s role as the caution, self-hatred, and pessimist. 

The warm, positive energy that Roman was leaking fought against the dark that plagued Virgil. The youngest side wanted to pull away and lean towards it all at the same time. Whatever Roman’s plan was with the holding hands, Virgil was not going to complain. It felt oddly nice for the thoughts to be completely quiet.

Creativity had locked his fingers around the other’s hands as soon as they had touched his palms. The grip was gentle yet firm as he got right to work. He pulled them up close to his eyes and observed them with a quiet noise that sounded like a tisk. 

“Bitten almost down to the bone,” Roman muttered, “But not completely irreparable.” 

Virgil wished he could do some other expression besides confusion when around Creativity but it seemed this side could only spur that emotion. 

Just as quickly as Roman had latched onto the hands he let them drop back to Anxiety’s lap. The warm positive feeling disappeared with the loss of the touch and Virgil had to do his best to not let the disappointment show. The boy just pushed them back into his hoodie’s pockets and watched as the older side looked over the items on the table. 

“Well, I am not specialist but I think today is your lucky day,” Roman said after a moment and held out a hand expectantly.

“What?” Anxiety got out, finally voicing how lost he was. 

Creativity rolled his eyes and pulled one of Anxiety’s hands from the cover of the pocket. The same warm feeling passed over Virgil but he kept his mouth shut about it. His eyes locked onto the nail clippers that Roman held in the hand that was not holding his own. 

“I am going to fix this nail biting problem. It is simply a terribly thing to do to your nails,” Roman said and began to work at clipping down the ragged ends of the youngest’s finger nails. “You are so lucky that it was me you came to for this.”

“I didn’t...you called me over?” 

Roman ignored the quiet supply of the true information. “I doubt Logan or Patton could fix them in this stage of terribleness.” 

He clipped the last nail and looked them over with an approving gaze. The fanciful side set down the clippers and grabbed the nail file; working with experience that Anxiety could not help but wonder where the other got it. 

“Choose a color.”

“Huh?” 

Roman blew over the other’s hand to get the dust off and nodded his head to the table that was still strewn with different colored bottles. There were pinks, blues, red, greens, and even glitters. It was a little overwhelming for the quiet side. 

“I don’t really have greys or blacks or whatever you emos like,” Roman set down the hand he was working on and grabbed Virgil’s other hand. The anxious side not even reacting to the flood of positivity this time. “But I am sure that you can find something dark enough to appease your little gremlin soul.”

“Do I need to choose a color?” Anxiety whispered. The flood of positive emotions spurred him on a little. 

The question made Creativity pause. The boy mid-clip of a terribly torn up thumb nail as he seemed to mull the question over in his mind. 

“No?” he said the word slowly and unsure before he seemed to find a train of thought that appeased him. “But the polish will hopefully help in stopping this bad habit. You would not want to bite this stuff off your nails; trust me.” 

He’s...trying to help me?  Why?

Virgil bit back the question with a bite to the lip and looked over the different colors again. The free hand almost went and grabbed a sliver bottle before he spotted a color that was set near the blues. It was out of his range of motion with Roman filing down his nails so he had to point over to it. 

“Can...can I have that one?” 

Roman blew off the dust and looked over in the direction the darker clad side pointed. An honest shocked expression passed over the young side’s face as he let go of Anxiety’s hand. 

“Royal Purple?” 

Virgil nodded. The more he looked at the color the more he liked it. It was weirdly bold while also having a calming effect. 

“Well,” Roman paused and took a glance at Anxiety’s eager face before the pre-teen gave a dramatic sigh. “Fine. I was going to paint my nails red today anyway.” 

The creative side grabbed the bottle and set it down close to the two of them before he grabbed a clear bottle. The began to shake it. 

“We need to put a base coat on first. It helps the polish stay longer,” he explained when he caught the shadowed expression on Anxiety’s face. 

The next few moments were filled with Peter fighting hook on the T.V. screen as Princey carefully dusted off the last of the dust with a rag and then began to paint Virgil’s nails with a clear coat. Neither of them said a word to each other but Anxiety had to admire how the simple clear polish made his usual disarray nails look better. 

“Wave your hands around,” Roman commanded as he put the bottle up. “We want that dry before I put on the purple.” 

Anxiety felt ridiculous doing it but he was not going to question Creativity. He waved his hands around to dry the polish and while he did Roman began to clip his own, much nicer, nails. 

Roman set the down the clippers when he was done and gently placed a hand on Anxiety’s wrists to get him to stop. He held one of the wrists in a gentle grip and grabbed the purple polish.

“Alright, be super still for me. I don’t want to get it on your skin. I don’t like to clean edges.” 

“Okay.” 

Virgil was as still as a statue despite his nerves. The young side stared down at the other as he worked. Every time a clear coated nail turned into the vibrant purple he felt a small spark of excitement go through him. 

Roman did not even have to tell him to wave his hands when he finished the last nail. The quiet side going to the action without question. Virgil did not even move to pull his hood back over his head when it slipped down. He did not want to mess up Creativity’s work. The flamboyant side grabbed the nail file to work on his own hands while they waited. 

When the color was done drying Roman put another clear coat over the nails. It seemed to take the purple and turn it into jewels in Anxiety’s eyes. 

“And there, when that dries you will be all done. Course you could do a pedicure but I refuse to do feet,” Roman said as he set the bottle down. 

Virgil stared down at his painted nails with wide eyes. Sure the skin around the nails still had the obvious signs of dry skin and his cuticles were not the best in the world but they looked amazing. Roman had done an amazing job with the limited experience. 

Roman and Virgil were shocked when the youngest side suddenly lept forward and hugged the other. The two frozen with Anxiety latched onto Roman in a hug. 

“Thank you.” 

Creativity was not given an option to respond. Just as quickly as the other had shown affection he let go and hurried out of the main hub. The basement door closing before the other side could blink. 

It was nerves that drove Anxiety into hiding but they were not the standard nerves the young side was used to. They were the kind of nerves that made someone want to giggle, jump, spin around in a circle, or just all over be happy. The positive energy that Creativity had unknowingly leaked still running through him as he made his way down into his room in a careful way to not mess up his hands. 

Upstairs, Roman did as he said he was going to do. He painted his nails red; bright rubies that would stand out against his usual green outfit if he decided to change back into it.  The movie he had put on covering up the fact that the rain that had been falling outside in Thomas’ subconscious had stopped.