#i rly don’t wanna shut my messages off I have friends on here

[kwop-kilawtley]

Literally DNI if you are anti wolf/Jacob. I don’t care about your takes or opinions. We read the books differently. That’s it. You’ll never convince me otherwise. I do not care what you think and will always defend Jacob. This is my blog, my space and I left the Reddit cause of being harassed for my opinions. Its honestly bullshit that team Jacob people constantly have to EXPLAIN why they’re team Jacob yet the same energy is not for team Edward people. Like why do I always have to preface everything I say with “I hate that Jacob did that in Eclipse.” But where’s that same energy for Edward people. We can have our different opinions and I truly do not and never did care about yours so STOP MESSAGING ME anti Jacob shit and trying to debate or something

[ptergwen]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy type thing based on the gif of ur navigation page. Ya know the scene in the movie where he can see whos doing what on their phones? and maybe the reader is like talking about their crush on him? i think tht woukd be a rly cool concept. but you dont have to do it if you dont want to :)

this is really cute omg i never would’ve thought of it either :,)

i couldn’t find the gif in question but close enough

“i have access to the entire stark global security network, including multiple defense satellites,” edith tells peter as he looks around the bus through his glasses. “as well as back doors to all major telecommunication networks,” she adds on. peter’s eyes go wider, images of his classmates’ and teachers’ phones popping up.

“woah,” he mumbles to himself. he can see people’s texts, google searches, everything. peter can’t help but be curious about what you’re up to. you’re sitting alone and kind of hunched over in your seat, so he assumes your phone is out. that gives him an idea.

“um, edith?” peter asks for his new... friend. she responds almost immediately. “yes, peter?” “what’s y/n doing?” your picture, name, and a view of your screen show up in his glasses. “i can’t believe that worked” he mutters and glances over at you again in person. you sit a few rows ahead of him.

he’d wanted to sit with you for the ride, but dimitri wouldn’t let him. something about blowing his cover.

peter focuses in on your screen again. you’re texting mj, in long paragraphs, and her messages back are just as lengthy. it seems like it’s a pretty personal conversation. maybe he shouldn’t be snooping on you. “edith, could you-“ his heart beats a little faster when he sees his name come up. he’s technically not snooping if it’s about him.

“yes, peter?” edith prompts him. “never mind,” he dismisses her, wanting to find out why he was mentioned. he sneaks a quick peek at mj to make sure she hasn’t caught on. she has a habit of always being in his business. she’s across the bus with brad next to her, so she hasn’t picked up on the fact that peter is watching you two.

chewing on your bottom lip, you type out your next message. peter jumps in his seat as it flashes across the screen.

you

i really like him and i thought he liked me too but he’s been kind of like... idk avoiding me the whole trip?

“i’m not avoiding her!” peter whisper yells, biting the inside of his cheek while he waits for mj to reply. it then hits him what you said in the first part. you like him. not just like him, really like him. he could pass out right now and call this a dream. he’s been crushing on you for a while, but he was too scared to say something. this is definitely a confidence booster.

mj

wdym avoiding you? he’s been ditching the whole class y/n/n. kinda sus if u ask me

you

stopppp 😭 maybe he has something going on bc he’s been weird since before we left

mj

uh he’s been weird his whole life

peter purses his lips at that, eyebrows furrowed in offense. he can’t believe nick fury is ruining his love life. or, the potential of him having a love life. you could’ve been cuddled up next to him and listening to music together right now. he’d made a playlist for the trip of both your favorite songs, that specific reason being why.

but, no. nothing that isn’t superhero related can ever go peter’s way. he’s had enough of fury and his team controlling him.

you

i don’t wanna get dramatic or whatever but should i just give up? if peter is busy i don’t wanna overwhelm him

“thanks, edith. you can stop showing me now,” peter decides, getting up from his seat before he loses his nerve to. he makes his way through the aisle and over to you. “i said all kids stay seated!” dimitri scolds him with a stern look through the front mirror. he doesn’t actually care if people get up, he just wants to keep peter away from everyone else. good thing he’s the one driving so he can’t do anything about it.

“sorry!” peter calls back, making you look up from your phone. giving him a lopsided smile, you quickly shut it off. you didn’t expect him to be the rule breaker getting yelled at. “hey,” you greet him. “hey. can i sit with you?” peter smiles back, without the nervousness. he already knows your feelings are mutual.

you scoot closer to the window so there’s more room. “yeah, always.” “thanks,” he breathes out a laugh and takes his seat. “i like your glasses. when did you get those?” you compliment, loving the way the blue frames sit on his face. peter squints at you. “glasses? what glasses- oh.” he’d forgotten to take them off before coming over. great, now he needs an excuse.

“they... they, um, at this store in venice...” that’s all he can come up with. you’re guessing the glasses have something to do with his stress lately, and you’re not far off. you let him leave it at that. “well, they look really good on you. really really good,” you laugh and get a laugh of relief out of peter as well. “thank you, y/n/n.” “you’re welcome.” you’re grinning for real now, and being the cause of it makes peter so happy.

he’s ready to shoot his shot.

“do you wanna, um, listen to music with me?” peter asks softly over the loud rumbling of the bus. “i made a playlist... for us.” for us. him coming over here, thinking of you like that, the doubts you were having earlier are starting to fade away. you nod, a giggle slipping out of you. “yeah, we can share my earbuds. thanks, peter.”

you unzip your backpack and grab them, peter biting back another grin. this is working out exactly how he wanted it to. you hold out an earbud to him and put yours in. peter does the same, adjusting his while both of you move in so the wire doesn’t stretch. yup, that’s why. definitely not so you two can be closer.

“can i plug these in?” peter asks, taking the connecting end of the wire. “mhm,” you hum and watch him put it into his phone. he opens up spotify and goes to his playlist, titled with a smiley face and every pink heart emoji. that brings yet another smile to your face. “aw, that’s cute,” you comment, taking a leap of faith and resting your head on peter’s shoulder.

peter hits shuffle and makes a move of his own by resting his head on yours. he lowers the music a bit so he can say something to you, confess to you what he finally has the courage to you. “hey, y/n?” he mumbles, waiting for you to look at him. you already were. “i like you.” you settle into peter even more and let out a content sigh. “i like you, too.”

[reggies-eyeliner]

okay okay hi! this is me asking for a (jatp) matchup (off anon bc we’re taking a Risk!) male or female is fine shsjsh okay okay. could i also please get a band/song matchup? 🥺👉👈

i’m an istp scorpio, 5’7” with purple hair and brown eyes, fair skinned too (well im a lil paler but—)! im probably rather obnoxious. im sarcastic and stubborn, and i probably listen to music nearly 24/7. i like to write even if i rarely ever have any ideas, and i love to watch movies (horror is my fave genre but i love pretty much any!). i probably watch way too many cooking competition shows considering i do not cook. i stay up until morning and sleep in until,,,who knows when?? i *love* board games, especially clue. im not always verbal with my affection but i’ll make my friends cupcakes and playlists and give them gifts all the time so it evens out— tho i do NOT trust people at first but once i am friends with someone, im vv impossible to get rid of 🤷🏻‍♀️ i drink a lot of coffee and i think im funnier than i probably am. somehow vv energetic and not at all?? kind of loud and i tend to ramble (like right nOw—) have been called aggressive but rly im just,,,go big or go home!! all or nothing!!

as for the band/song matchup! my emoji aesthetic would probably be 😈🎃✨🔮🌙🕯🎧💫 my fave jatp song is between now or never and wake up i think! fave genre? like music? probably pop rock or alternative. and my style, if we’re talking clothes, is a lot of skinny jeans, t-shirts, any and all jackets, boots, and converse. we wanna look stylish but still comfy. as for extracurriculars, i was in drama at one point and also latin club but other than that?? i don’t do anything shsjsshj okay i THINK that was everything?? so sorry this is rly long!! tysm for your time and have a great,,,week?? month! and thank you again!!

Hey @julies-molina!! I’m so so sorry that this took longer than expected, but I hope you’re doing amazing ^^ AND WHAT PURPLE HAIR THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE OMG WHAT???? Oh yeah and make sure to hydrate and get lots of rest, stay safe!

I match this lovely person with...

Julie Molina!

TO THOSE WHO ARE ALREADY THINKING, “BLAH BLAH SHUT UP YOU ONLY SAW HER USERNAME AND-”

nO

NOOOOO

You two ooze chemistry, and I have very lovely headcanons, ideas, and facts to EFFING PROVE IT- Right, so you and Julie! To begin with, I think she’d definitely be able to look past how “obnoxious” or “stubborn,” you think you are, and she wouldn’t mind it at all! In fact, she almost welcomes it, because I literally can’t imagine Julie dating someone who isn’t expressive. She sees your faults as more of ways that you’re more you than ever, so she truly doesn’t care! And the fact that you listen to music 24/7? UH, YES QUEEN?? Istg, every time Julie sees that you have some sort of fancy headphones on, she’ll instantly take em off, yeet them onto her ears and ask, “Watchu listening to?” She loves it whenever she sees you vibing to different songs on your own, and even though you think it’s a bit silly, she loves it! The fact that you’re capable of doing so much is almost comforting or welcoming to her, so does she care at all that you might not have ideas? No, of course not! She loves to peer over your shoulder and help you with whatever you’re working on. And more than anything, your ideal date together would definitely be this: coming back after a very long night of karaoke, a bit of swimming, a bunch of food, and then just plopping onto the mattress and binge-watching horror movies. I have no idea why, but I can see both of you popping some Sprite brought to you by JATP, and no matter what you watch, she’ll make sure to watch with you! And definitely, the morning after, you two would binge watch Master Chef or the Great British Cooking show, and then try your best to recreate every single one. Never ends well most of the time, but hey, it’s fun! And no matter how you may act, she adores it whenever she sees you dancing or acting like the chaotic crackhead she loves. Julie will make sure that you two are literally the best friend couple, so you can confide in anything with her. All she wants is for you to feel safe, comforted, and loved!

Band Matchup!

YOUR ROLE IN THE BAND WOULD BE: The one who carries the entire crew without you even noticing it. I’m like 90 percent sure that you have no frickin idea how amazing it is to have you on my dash?? You’re always bringing things to life and constantly reblogging content that I love, and you’re honestly the sweetest person in the band. I definitely think that you’d be amazing friends with Alex, so you two would start jamming out in the middle, while Reggie and Luke did that very manly face-to-face rocking, and Julie led the song, and you two would just vibe. I think that by the end, the entire band ought to realize how much life you bring onto the stage! They make sure to appreciate you more than enough though <3333

Song Matchup:

THE SONG THAT I’M GETTING VIBES FROM YOU IS: Now or Never!

I’ve always seen you as something very much linked to Now or Never-- you showed up at the very start, brought the world to life, but also spread a message in between.

Don't look down 'Cause we're still rising Up right now And even if we hit the ground We'll still fly Keep dreaming like we'll live forever But live it like it's now or never

From what I think, I think that you’re honestly one of the sweetest, kindest people on here of all time, and you don’t get enough credit for that! I feel bad for anyone who hasn’t interacted with you yet because they certainly haven’t met someone as kind as you like honestly 🥺🥺 ilysm!!

I’m sorry if this was too short! Have an amazing rest of your whatever-time-it-is! <333

Requests are open, matchups are currently closed :) <3

<hugs!!> ilysm, stay safe!!

[ninekings]

i was tagged by @mandalorr what a queen <333

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better

Name/Nickname: rachel

Gender: woman (she/her) 

Star sign: pisces sun, scorpio moon, gemini rising

Height: 5′2

Time: it’s 1:45pm for me

Birthday: feb 25!!

Favorite bands: the maine, cold war kids, mcr, mother mother, the mountain goats, death cab for cutie 

Favorite solo artists: hozier, orville peck,,, tbh i don’t listen to a lot of solo artists

Song stuck in your head: verbatim by mother mother, scotty doesn’t know by lustra, and all the things she said by tatu sdfhkhdj

Last movie: love actually (the only valid christmas movie besides bridget jones’s diary)

Last show: supernatural, unfortunately

When did I create this blog: oh my god this is actually so beyond embarrassing but in like 2012 i saw people posting about the m*shapocalypse and my middle school brain thought it was the funniest thing ever so.... now i’m trapped here <3

What I post: i try to stick to mostly pretty pictures bc that makes me happy but lately i have Not been able to shut up about supernatural so.... sorry abt that (this blog has truly seen it all tho.... if any of y’all remember me as anotherpointlessmcrblog circa 2013,,, good times. i also was a marvel and lord of the rings blog at 1 point + that’s where ninekings comes from lol)

Last thing I googled: how to format a block quote in MLA 

Other blogs: none that are active anymore

Do I get asks: no but pls come talk to me!! i have lots of Thoughts about supernatural at the moment but pls feel free to message me about anything xoxo

Why I chose my url: i accidentally answered this earlier but it’s a lotr reference but it’s also vague enough that i can also pass it off as like just aesthetic yk

Following: around 200! if anybody has any good aesthetic/fashion blogs pls send them my way

Followers: ~1350 but i think like 85% of that is from long-abandoned blogs so there are like 30 ppl at most who see my posts at this point. i rly just chat into the void in the tags 

Average hours of sleep: i just finished finals and i smoke too much sooooo lately i’ve been averaging around 12-14

Lucky number: 7

Instruments: piano, violin, and guitar. haven’t touched any of them in years tho 

What I’m wearing: my male manipulator fit (faded t shirt, flannel, beanie + as a bonus, my clear plastic glasses) and booty shorts that say “enemy of the state”, courtesy of @ayahoes

Dream job: ummm i literally have no idea LMAOO i’ve changed my major multiple times and i’m currently a history major (again) so i think i’ll prob end up teaching at a university or something like that!!

Dream trip: i want to visit old castles in europe but i also wanna go on a road trip across the US in a van so idk

Favorite food: taco bell black bean crunchwrap <33

Nationality: i’m american!!! (not to be That white person but my dad’s family is irish/scottish and my mom’s fam is eastern european jewish)

Favorite song(s): culture vulture by morning parade and all i want by adtr at the moment!!

Last book: the last book i finished was circe by madeline miller + i just started caliban and the witch by silvia federici (if ur reading this, send me book recommendations pls!!!)

Top 3 fictional universes I wanna live in: def harry potter and the lord of the rings. not sure abt the 3rd but maybe dragon age?? idk it kinda sucks there LMAO

anywho i hope you’re all having a great day/holiday season!! i’m just gonna tag the first few people who come up bc i don’t rly talk to too many people on here besides like irl friends so uhhh sorry if this is annoying lol xoxo

i tag: @ayahoes @bleakvisions @beachcommxnity @corktreees @frankierohugejorts @izzuue @ceaseium @lesbianfen @contrision @ispeakintypos @greatcomets @plague8 and anybody else who wants to do it!! 

[mxsmwndr]

Merry Christmas, Darling

Pairing: Modern!Newt x Reader

Summary: Being single is tough sometimes. Friends tease you, family members don't leave you alone, and people flirt with you constantly. It's especially tough when you have a crush on your best friend. Especially when you need him to pretend to be your date to a party.

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name

Warnings: Nothing too bad. There is a small panic attack towards the end.

A/N: Happy holidays!! This one's dedicated to the wonderful @technolilly! Thank you for all of your requests!! There may or may not be a crush x reader fake date coming soon Bold is texting back and forth, and if you don't have your ears pierced, pretend they're something else! Here's the 'Soft Rock' playlist from this story! I actually have one!! (Cannon that Newt only listens to rock. Alt for if he's feeling pumped/angsty, and classic for the relaxing times/late nights)

Disclaimer: I don't own your or Newt or this idea

"Actually, you're wrong." You said before you could stop yourself.

"Oh, really?" Minho challenge. "How so?"

Shuck. "Well, you see... um, I'm already dating him. It's just... it's a secret, so you can't tell anyone." You said.

Minho raised an eyebrow, but seemed satisfied with your answer. "Okay. Then prove it." He said.

Oh shuck. You thought, but still decided to see how far you could push yourself. "How?"

That would give you time to come up with a lie.

Minho shrugged, and you cursed yourself.

"Fine." You said. "I'll bring him to the Christmas party Saturday." No, no! You shucking liar! Shut up! The voice inside your head screamed at you. You ignored it, though, enjoying the idea of destroying Minho's delicate ego.

In a friendly way, of course.

Minho looked shocked for a moment, which soon melted into a sly smirk. "Good. I'll see you there, then." He said, and cockily leaned against the staircase railing besides him.

You were about to release the breath you didn't realize you held until Minho spoke up again. Quickly, and to stop yourself from saying anything else you'd regret, you decided to distract yourself by tying your shoes.

"Oh." He said, clicking his fingers as if he just remembered something. "Thomas said to dress fairly nice." He said with a wink, and turned around to open the door.

"I always 'dress fairly nice'." You mumbled to yourself, and stopped Minho from leaving you at the door. "Minho!" You yelled. He turned, "Never wink at me again!" Minho smiled at you, signaling that he got your message. You got your other shoe on, yelled a quick goodbye, and shut the door behind you, making your way to your car. "How am I gonna get out of this one?" You asked yourself while you drove home.

--

Remember when you specifically asked Minho not to tell anyone about you and Newt? Yeah, that didn't really work.

Lesson learned, Minho's not great at keeping secrets.

He's not even close to being good, actually.

The next day, which just had to be Monday, was the day you discovered that. Really, it was when you found out that Minho told Thomas, who told Teresa and Brenda, who told Aris, who called Sonya, who decided not to tell Newt but instead to tell Harriet, who told Alby. Luckily, Alby can keep a secret. And as it turns out, he can make other people keep secrets.

So when Newt got to school on Wednesday, he didn't know anything about your little lie.

And that's how you liked it.

"Hey, Newt!" You called to your best friend, and ran over to him while waving a hand.

He turned to you, and his beautiful golden eyes locked with yours. "Hey!" He said excitedly as he limped towards you.

You gave Newt a hug, which he eagerly returned. Then, you pulled him away, hardly noticing the way he clutched onto you for a little longer. You kept your hands rested on Newt's shoulders, and looked him deeply in the eyes.

"I need to tell you about something." You said slowly while you checked your sorroundings for eavesdroppers (Minho and Thomas). When you were finish, you added "But not here."

Newt gave you a confused look, but Minho jumped onto his shoulders, so the expression quickly melted into a boyish grin. They did a little handshake, and you decided to be on your way to your first hour the second Minho winked at you--even though you told him not to.

--

U busy rn? You texted Newt. His Bitmoji popped up, and put a hand on it's chin like it was thinking.

No Came the response after a few seconds.

Kay You said. You thought for a moment, and quickly typed a response. Wanna fake date? You asked. Shaking your head, you quickly deleted the response and came up with another one.

R u going to the christmas party?

Newt's Bitmoji thought again, dissapeared directly after his response popped up.

Planning on it

Again, you replied with: Kay

Can u help me with something? You added, just before anxiety of Newt's reaction told you not to. Theres a guy at school who won't leave me alone... so can you pretend to by my boyfriend? Just for a little bit

With what Newt texted.

You thought for a moment, and replied with a quick lie; This is going to sound rly weird but there's a shank at school who keeps flirting with me so I may or may not have told him that I had a boyfriend so he'd back off? You slammed 'send' before your anxiety even thought of telling you no. Again.

Newt's Bitmoji jumped up, and started thinking. This felt like an eternity for you, when it was mere seconds.

Or maybe it wasn't.

Maybe it really was and eternity, and you thought it was only a few seconds. Maybe he really was about to screenshot it to send to all of his friends and ruin your life.

But that wasn't like him. Not at all.

So maybe he was trying to think of an answer so he couldn't mess this up instead--or he was asking his sister for help. Maybe he loved what you guys had, and didn't want to ruin it over a silly crush. Maybe he wanted to date you for real instead.

Whatever the reason, you both hated being put in this position. Maybe some (you) more than others.

Oh my god. Why'd I do that?! I screwed us up. Oh no, oh no. You thought. You were about to write a reply saying nevermind, when Newt's response popped up.

So u want me to pretend to be the boyfriend

You winced at yourself, at how cringy it sounded--asking your best friend to fake date you so you could prove something else to your other best friend while having secret feelings for the first one--but reluctantly confirmed Newt's theory.

Newt took a while to respond, but still less than he did before. Who is the slinthead anyway

What? You asked yourself. What does that have to do with anything?

You didn't want to point fingers, so you went with a safe bet in saying: You don't kno him.

Does Minho

No

Tommy

No

Anybody

Not that I know of. Why does this matter so much? U gonna beat him up?

Newt typed a response, but apparently deleted it and typed something else. You meant the text as a joke.

I can go so I'll drive u to Tommy's at 6:30. He said to dress nice so send me a pic of your dress so I'll match my tie

Wait. What?

Did you read that right? You went back and reread Newt's reply.

Yep. Newt just agreed to fake date you.

Oh, shuck! You thought. Newt just agreed to fake date me!

Thx! IOU 1!! You keyed in, and shut your phone off. You sighed, thanking the gods under your breath. A goofy grin soon spread across your face, and you walked over to your closet to pick an outfit.

--

"How about this?" You asked, turning to face your friends for about the 50th time that night. The dress was elegant and red. The knee-length velvety hugged your skin warmly. You had black tights underneath, but no shoes picked out yet.

Brenda eyed you up and down like a judgemental mother would to her daughter. "Well..."

"YES!" Sonya screamed, leaping up from her seat. Teresa jumped, suddenly awake, causing you to giggle slightly.

"Oh my god, Newt will love it!" Sonya said, running over to admire the dress up close.

You smiled, "You really think so? It's not too much?"

"Too much? Are you kiddin' me!? He loves you no matter what you do!" She said, spinning you around in the dress.

You froze. What? Oh... You suddenly realized the deal with Min, and your muscles relaxed.

Sonya froze as well. With that, you heart rate quickened. It felt like it was going to burst. At least, until Sonya shouted "We need jewelry!" And dragged you towards your dresser.

She dug through the drawers like they were her own, and turned to you when she found nothing. "(Y/n)! Where's your jewelry?!"

You gave her an odd look. "Uh... I don't have any?"

"What!?" Brenda screeched from your bed. She loved jewelry; anything from toe rings to finger rings to nose rings. She ran over to you and your friend.

You sent her a sheepish smile. "Yeah--"

"I'll be back!" Brenda said, holding up her index finger to show a number one, like saying 'give me a sec' or something.

You met Sonya's eyes, and she laughed. You did too.

Sonya laughs like her brother. Cheerfully and free of cares of who could be watching. It was contagious.

Soon, you were laughing as well.

Until Teresa asked if you and Newt have kissed yet.

"Uh... no. Why?" You responded.

Teresa smirked at you. "No reason," she said in a sly voice. Like a snake.

Sonya sent her a glare, but it was interrupted when Brenda waltzed back into your room with a makeup bag.

Or... rather a jewelry box.

Brenda dug through her box, in search of the perfect accessories. Sonya was about to join her, when Brenda jumped up, startling Teresa.

Again.

"These!!" Brenda said, holding up a sparkling pair of dangly earrings.

You eyed them, "Okay...?" You said, and hesitated before taking them out of her hands.

While you put them on, Brenda began her search for rings, necklaces and/or bracelets. She finished by the time you did, but Sonya handed the silver bracelets to you.

When they were secured, you turned back to your friends. "Cute!" Sonya and Brenda squealed.

"Aw, my baby girl is all grown up!" Sonya said, even though you were older. Her hands were next to her cheek while she smiled at you, giving you the look you give your friend when they're about to get married.

"And she's dating your brother!" Brenda needlessly added. This caused you to blush.

"So cute!" They squealed once more. You looked to Teresa for help, but she just smiled and took a picture.

Sonya's phone rang in her pocket. She opened it, and looked to you apologetically. "I have to help Newt." She said, starting to leave.

"Byeeee!" Brenda and Teresa called after her.

"Bye!" Sonya returned.

"Thanks for making me not look stupid!" You called after her.

Sonya gave you a two fingered salute while she walked away. She turned around, "Don't mess that dress up, (Y/n). I'll bring heels before the party."

"Heels?" You groaned.

"Yes, heels." Brenda responded, bringing you to the mirror. She pushed your hair out of your face, and lead you over to your mirror. "Now we need to figure out makeup." She said.

--

You were exhausted, but you were finally party ready. You checked your reflection in the mirror, qquadruple-checking to make sure there wasn't any wrinkles you missed. Your makeup shimmered in the light of your room. It was natural, but fancy. Nothing too much.

The honk of a car horn interrupted your thoughts. You peered through your window to find Newt, gave him a quick wave, and grabbed your heels before walking out the door of your house.

Newt reached across the passenger seat, and opened the door for you.

"Thank you so much for agreeing to this." You said to Newt, shutting the car door behind you.

"No problem." He was dressed nicely, too. A black shirt tucked into black pants with a red tie that matched your dress.

You put your feet up on the dashboard and started to put your shoes on. Newt eyed you, then your shoes.

"Are those Sonya's?"

You sent him a sheepish smile, "Yeah."

He laughed, and returned his attention to the road infront of him.

"I don't wear heels!" You said defensively.

Newt just laughed more. "You seem to be now!"

You groaned in frustration, and brought your feet down. You slouched low into the chair in a pout.

"It was a joke, babe!"

Your heart stopped. Babe? "'Babe'?" You repeated your thoughts.

"Er... yeah. I, uh... since we're...."

You giggled, "Relax, shuck-face. It's fine."

"Babe." You added.

Newt pulled into Thomas's driveway, and gave you a funny look. You were about to get out when Newt stopped you.

"Let me get the door for you." He said, leaping out of his seat and limping over to your side.

He opened the door, and you gave him a grateful look. He shut the door while still watching you, but your stares were interrupted by a wolf whistle.

You and Newt turned, and found Minho in the front of Thomas's house.

He wore his usual stupid smirk.

That bastard. You grabbed Newt's hand and pushed past Minho. You smirked to yourself in triumph after.

"Ship it!" Minho yelled from behind you.

Newt gave you a confused glance, but you brushed it off with an apologetic smile.

Until you lost your balance. Stupid heels! You felt yourself falling to the ground until a pair of strong arms caught you.

You looked up and found your savior to be Newt. You smiled, and thanked him before walking into the kitchen.

It didn't take Minho long to find you after. You'd say it probably was around 7:10 when he walked up to you with his stupid smirk that never seemed to wipe off.

He said nothing, just grabbed your arm and pushed you towards the living room. You followed, watching the groups of semi-drunk teenagers smile and dance. Suddenly you felt a harsh push from behind you. You stumbled forward a bit, in attempt to stop yourself from bumping into the dude in front of you. But of course, you being you in heels, you tried to use the dude for support, but failed miserably.

"Woah!" He said, his familiar accent hitting your ears while he caught you.

Once again, you thanked Newt for saving your pride.

And your dress.

"A little klutzy today, huh?" He asked with a laugh.

You looked down and blushed, "Yeah, I just--"

"Everyone look!" You heard Minho's voice yell. "Mistletoe!"

Your eyes widened in horror, and you looked to Minho for help.

Stupid idea, really. He wouldn't help you to save his life. He had to win this.

You looked back to Newt, who studied your face.

Until someone shouted, "Get on with it!" Your guess was Brenda.

Newt watched you still, and you wondered about what he could possibly be thinking.

Was there something on your face? Would he back out if you tried to kiss him? Would he even kiss back? Was he suddenly regretting his decision? Did he want to leave for home?

Questions fueled from doubt and anxiety flooded through your mind while you awaited Newt's rejection.

It never came, though. Instead, a cold hand wrapped around your neck and pulled you closer, and warm lips soon met your own.

As cheeseballs as it seems, you melted into it. Your hands went to Newt's neck, and he seemed to pull you closer.

Of course, your moment had to be interrupted by Minho, who cleared his throat obnoxiously. "Okay," he said. "You can stop now. I get it." You and Newt pulled apart, suddenly realizing that almost everyone at the party was staring at the two of you.

Your blush turned from fair to hard core.

"You're so cute!" Sonya squealed, holding up her phone.

Shuck. You thought to yourself. She taped it.

Newt smiled, and pulled you closer to him. His hand rested on your waist while his blush died down.

Where is all this confidence coming from?

You decided to shrug it off, and wrap your arms around your 'boyfriend' tightly.

You never wanted the night to end. But unfortunately all good things must.

The jitters from Thomas's party never stopped. Even when Newt drove you home.

"We should do that more often, yeah?" Newt asked you, while Aerosmith's Fly Away From Here faded into KISS's Beth. You recognized the playlist playing. It was the one you made for him.

Actually, you made it for yourself, first. It was called 'Soft Retro', and by far one of your favorites. You originally made it for the many nights where you couldn't sleep. Apparently, Newt loved it, so you passed it down to him. Love songs made you sick, anyway.

Not Newt, though. He seemed to enjoy them more than life herself sometimes. You're surprised you haven't caught him trying to waltz with a mop yet.

"What do you mean?" You asked Newt, trying to play his question with a silly laugh. He looked at you for a second, but returned his eyes to the road ahead. He shrugged,

"Party?"

"Did you just answer a question with another question?" You asked with your eyebrows raised.

"You did it first." Newt shot back.

"Touché," You mumbled. It was quiet for a moment, before Newt spoke up again.

"Was he there?" He asked you.

You looked at him, "Who?"

"The stupid shank."

"Oh, yeah." You said, suddenly feeling your heart sink deep into your chest. "Thanks for that." Newt was silent, so you panicked and added: "Especially for kissing me."

Newt laughed, "It was really no problem, luv." He said. He looked like he wanted to say more, but decided to bite his tongue.

"I know, but..."

You suddenly felt bad. Bad for dragging Newt into this, bad for lying to him so you could prove a point to Min. Bad for the entire night, really. You sighed, filled with regret so suddenly that it caused you to panic a little.

A lot, actually. Your breaths quickened, becoming shallower while tears flooded your eyes. Your chest felt heavy, too.

Everything felt heavy.

Until Newt's voice cleared some clouds in your head. "Hey, hey, luv. What's wrong? Hey..." He cooed slightly. He looked behind him, and turned on his turn signal, pulling over.

"I just..." Your voice broke, and you cautiously took a shaking breath. "I'm so, so sorry."

"About what?" Newt asked innocently.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Stop being such a shuck-face. You told yourself. You closed your eyes loosely, "Do you know the real reason I asked you to pretend date me?"

Newt slowly shook his head. Great.

You forced a smile, it wasn't his fault, and redirected your attention to your lap, where your hands lay. "I was talking to Min... and he brought you up. I--" You cut yourself off. No. You told yourself. It's too late to turn back now. "He was teasing me about how you'll be at the party, because he thinks I like you, and I got sick of it, so I just... lied. I didn't think anything of it, but then h-he believed me, and I-I had to do something because he always wins every argument, so I texted you but when you asked me why I knew I couldn't say it so I told you that there was some shank but now--" You cut yourself off again. This time, by crying.

Newt watched you break into tears, speechless, as you gather yourself with a breath. He listened as you continued.

"I understand if you don't want to see me anymore," You said in a low voice. "I... I'll just find a ride home." You said, reaching to open the car door. Newt locked it instead.

You turned to face him hesitantly. Your head hung low, like a guilty puppy.

"(Y/n)," He began, but you stopped him.

You couldn't take the rejection. Not yet.

"No, it's fine. I can get an Uber or something. I'll see you Monday--"

"(Y/n)." Newt said more urgently. "Do you know what song is playing?"

You looked to Newt. It was an easy question. Like, a suspiciously easy question.

"All The Way." You mumbled.

"M-hm. And did you know it's my favorite song?"

You internally rolled your eyes at his questions. What was this? National ask a stupid question day? "Yeah."

"Do you know why it's my favorite?"

You shook your head.

Newt reached over to you, never breaking eye contact as he took your hands in his own. "Because it reminds me of you. That kiss... I knew I'd take you all the way if you wanted me to." He licked his lips. "Because I love you...

"And I know you love me too."

You were shocked. Was this some kind of sick joke? Did he know you listened to All The Way whenever you missed him because it reminded you of him? Did Minho put him up to this?

Newt placed one of your hands on his cheek, but kept his on top. "Don't you?"

Too late now. You gave him a slight nod, and Newt broke into a boyish grin. He happily leaned over to where you sat in the passenger seat, and gave you a light peck on the lips.

"I knew it." He whispered under his breath. You smiled, and returned Newt's kiss, stopping him from saying more. He smiled, glancing down to your lips before leaning in slowly. Again.

You met him halfway, and the two of you shared one of the best kisses in history.

It was only a bonus to see Minho's surprised expression Monday morning.

[rambling-at-midnight]

Don’t You Believe Me?

Request: Could you write a klaus imagine where it’s a couple years post-canon. the reader has been pining for him for ages but swallows it cus they don’t believe he returns their feelings. when he tells them that he loves them they’re just like “lmao sure” cus all of their friends and partners have left them and no one has ever loved them enough to stay so they don’t believe him. They aren’t like sad about it either, just resigned and making light of it to deal with how much it hurts to not be wanted.

Pairing: Klaus x Reader (Oneshot)

“He’s probably lying, though,” you mutter to yourself, chewing on your thumbnail as you pace around your small room, bare feet sinking into Emily’s plush carpet with every step. Your phone is in your hand, screen glowing as it displays the nine-word text that’s causing you so much anxiety. When the screen dims, you tap it again. You just need to look at the text in order to get a feel for it.

“What does he have to gain from lying to you?” your roommate, Emily, asks from where she’s laying on her stomach on her bed. Her hair is curled perfectly and her clothes are fashionable and look cute. You don’t know how she does it. You always look terrible no matter how hard you try and your hair can’t hold a curl to save your life. It’s especially impressive considering how just yesterday she’d been bawling her eyes out.

“He could humiliate me!” you exclaim, your voice loud. Someone in the hall down yells to shut up, which in turn makes other people yell at them, until everyone’s yelling and then it lapses into stony, brooding silence. You hiss, “He could be saying it to stand me up or something!”

“Y/N, we’re not in middle school anymore,” Emily responds. “Trust me, no one’s going to be putting in this much effort in order to stand you up.”

“I don’t know,” you say, your phone screen dimming once more. You tap the screen and accidentally on the new message, which means now Charles will be able to see that you’ve opened up the text. “Shit!” You drop your phone like a hot potato. The offending text glares up at you: You know, you’re actually rly cute. Wanna meet up?

“Haven’t you guys been talking for, like, weeks?” Emily asks, blowing a large bubble and sending her friend a SnapChat. “Yeah, trust me, guys like that lose interest after three days on average.” She should know; she did an actual study on the habits of boys and girls when talking to people on instant messaging, and if the male isn’t interested he apparently gives up after three days. You guess she hadn’t studied how many guys cheat on their girlfriends or she wouldn’t have started dating her boyfriend, but she hardly looks worse for the wear.

“What about the outliers?” you ask miserably. Charles is active on Instagram right now, which means he’s probably waiting for your response. He’s seen that you’ve seen it. He might be getting annoyed that you’re taking too long. He might be laughing with his friends about how they’re guessing you’re freaking out.

“The most extreme outlier was a week, Y/N,” Emily says not-so-patiently. She’s normally pretty good at handling you when you’re like this, but recently she found out her boyfriend’s been cheating on her, and she had to pull an allnighter last night to study for her Calculus quiz. Now she’s plotting her revenge on the cheating Michael. “Trust me. Nobody even finds that all that entertaining, anyway. You’re not going to get stood up.”

Your phone screen hasn’t even turned off before you decide, “No, I’m canceling it. Nope. Nope. I’m blocking him.”

“Y/N!” Emily jerks her head up to look at you, brown eyes widening with horror, but you’ve already done it. Her voice is surprisingly shrill when she exclaims againn, “Y/N!”

“Shut up!” somebody yells again, followed by multiple people shushing them.

“Oh, jeez,” you say, your hands shaking as you shove your phone in your pocket. “Nope, nope, nope. Did not like that.”

“You’re pathetic,” Emily sighs, shaking her head. “He was cute. He seemed sweet. You’re just being crazy.”

“I’m sorry, are you standing up for boys in general now?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips. “Last time I checked, your boyfriend’s a douche.”

“First of all, no, I wasn’t talking about all boys, just Charles. He seemed nice. Second of all,” Emily glares at you, “low blow, dude.”

“Sorry,” you groan, dragging a hand down your face. “I’m just… not good at this.”

“You just need to get over him,” Emily says, standing up. She puts a perfectly manicured hand on your arm and crinkles her brow at you. “Trust me. Pining over Klaus for eternity isn’t going to make you feel any better. Rebound dudes are the absolute best to date, because everything they do feels so crazy amazing!” She’s already got her rebound dude from Michael picked out.

“I know,” you insist, folding your arms. “I’m getting over him. It’s just… I had a bad feeling about Charles,” you invent wildly.

Emily crosses her arms and raises one skeptical eyebrow. “Mmm-hmm, sure.”

“What about you?” you ask, sitting down heavily on your bed and wiping your phone screen on your jean pants. “What are you thinking for Michael?”

“Honestly, I was thinking about cutting three inches off my hair and posting a selfie with the caption ‘Not gonna miss those three inches, Mike’.” Emily flips her hair over her shoulder and sends another photo to a friend. “What do you think?”

You laugh. “That sounds really funny. I’ll be the first to like it.”

“Honestly, now I think about it, why’d I stay with a guy that barely hits four inches?” she muses, tapping her chin with her pointer finger.

“I believe I asked you that when you started dating him,” you mutter. “And you responded that he was sweet.”

“Character is out,” Emily decides. “The length of the dick is all that matters now, as long as he’s not a total asshole and, like, a wifebeater.”

“As you do,” you nod.

It was the whole ‘your boyfriend’s a douche’ comment, you’re sure of it.

Emily has moved out of the room you shared together.

It’s not like you weren’t expecting it, either; since when has anyone ever wanted anything to do with you? Your own parents abandoned you and when you tried to track them down, they had another little girl and were not interested in talking to you. The rare times you’ve gotten a boyfriend he’d dumped you quickly, unable to handle your fears of abandonment.

Even the goddamn cat you adopted from the shelter ran away.

So no. You’re the opposite of a magnet. Nobody ever wants to be with you. They don’t even want to be in the same room as you.

Your phone buzzes. It’s Klaus Hargreeves, your oldest friend, and you’re trying to calculate how long it’ll be until he leaves you too. Everyone else has. It’s only a matter of time.

Klaus: Hey, Y/N, wanna come over? I’ve got a surprise for you!

Honestly, you’re surprised he’s texted you. He hasn’t in the last three days, which frankly isn’t very unusual for him, but your anxieties are in overdrive and have been since coming home and seeing the ‘Goodbye’ note on the door.

‘Y/N, I’m going to be living with some other friends for the rest of the semester.’

Translation: I’m finally ditching you for my better friends.

‘No hard feelings, right?’

Translation: I’m trying to be as polite as possible, don’t get mad at me for ditching you, you loser.

‘I’ll still see you around!’

Translation: But only in passing; don’t try to talk to me in public.

‘—Emily’

Translation: You were super fucking annoying. Thank God I’m out.

Within seconds, you text Klaus back, saying, What time? And what sort of surprise?

You good to come over like rn?

You don’t have any other classes for the rest of the day, and though you have an essay to write, you can do it when you come home later or tomorrow.

Yeah, sure, I’m on my way, you text back and slip on a pair of shoes before hurrying out the door. On the bright side, you won’t be able to get into any loud conversations and get yelled at anymore. You’re pretty sure the rest of the hall hates you and Emily for occasionally shrieking the most.

Come to my bedroom when you get here ;), Klaus sends you, and you have to stifle a grin. Maybe his teasing is what made you fall for him initially, and the way he’s so carefree. It hurts a little bit, though, whenever he makes a joke about being with you. You know you’re not even an option, but still.

Like Emily had said. You need to get over Klaus. Maybe you should have told him you had to write the essay, but…

It’s too late now for that. Plus, Klaus may get annoyed if you cancel plans with him and not want to hang out with you later on.

The Umbrella Academy mansion is quiet when you push open the doors. Grace must be cleaning elsewhere, and Pogo must be doing… whatever Pogo does when he’s not taking care of the kids. You barely even notice your extravagant surroundings anymore; far too used to them after visiting Klaus whenever you’re worried he’s OD’d on drugs or whenever he’s a little less high and wants to hang out.

Nothing’s changed when you see Klaus’s room. Well, things have definitely changed; there are balloons around the doorway like he’s celebrating something, but that’s just Klaus fashion. For all you know, he could be celebrating something—maybe this is his anniversary of getting addicted to drugs or something like that. Something like that would kill you a little bit to see happen, as it would kill all his siblings, but Klaus is just like that.

And you really do love him.

You push open the door cautiously, half-expecting him to throw something at you as a prank, but all that greets you is Klaus standing in the middle of his room, exclaiming happily upon seeing you.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You can’t respond. You have to take it all in for a second.

For one thing, his curtains aren’t drawn for once to keep the sun from hurting his hangover headache. For another thing, he’s shaved and cut his hair a little bit. The last thing that really stands out to you is that he’s wearing color. In all your life, you’ve never seen Klaus wear any color apart from that pink feather boa, but he’s wearing a tie-dye tank top and loose green cargo pants.

You laugh a little hesitantly, stepping into the room and looking around. He’s certainly seemed to embrace the color; confetti’s everywhere. “What’s going on, Klaus?”

“I’m sober,” he beams, holding up his arms. “Ta-da!”

You’re speechless.

“I know it’s taken me a long time,” he continues, “and I’m really glad you’ve helped me through all the years. But I’m sober and I’m planning on staying sober for the rest of my life. Ben’s helping me realize that I can’t just drink away my problems, you know?”

“Are you serious?” you manage to squeak out.

Klaus nods.

You squeal and launch yourself across the room, latching onto Klaus like a koala. “Klaus, I cannot believe it! Why didn’t you tell me you were getting sober?”

“I didn’t wanna let you down if I couldn’t,” he mutters, squeezing you so tightly you can’t breathe for a second. “And I was planning something.”

“What?” You pull away from him, already regretting the hug because it just made you love being in his arms more. Spending time with somebody probably isn’t the best way to get over them.

“Well, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to until I was sober.” Klaus sits down on his bed, pulling you down with him, and looks in your eyes seriously. It’s unnerving. You’ve never really seen Klaus serious. “Y/N…” He swallows. “Please don’t say anything until I’m done, okay? I just need to get something off my chest.”

You nod. Oh God, is he going to tell me he’s murdered someone? Can you honestly keep a secret like that for him? You nod, squeezing his hands tightly.

“Y/N, I’ve loved you for a long time,” he says, blushing a bit but refusing to look away from you. “I wanted to get sober for you. I want to have a future with you. You’re my best friend and you make me laugh. You’re supportive and kind. I know that people have left you before, but I promise I won’t. I don’t know if you feel the same way, but if you do…” He squeezes your hands for a second. “I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You want to vomit.

He’s really making fun of you in this way? When he knows how sensitive you are about being abandoned? When he’s probably the only person who knows about your parents and relationship struggles throughout your life?

You swallow around a lump in your throat and croak out a laugh. “Ha, good one, Klaus.” You stand up, avoiding his eyes. “I’m happy you’re sober, though.” You start to turn away, saying, “I have an essay to—”

Klaus grabs your hand gently and spins you around. “Y/N, I’m not making fun of you. I really do love you.”

“Yep, mmhmm, sure,” you say, nodding too quickly, clenching your jaw too tightly. “I know. I’m sorry; I’m not really in the mood for jokes right now; I’m stressed out about this essay that’s due—”

“Y/N, don’t you believe me?” Klaus asks, staring at you. He’d honestly not expected it to go like this—he’s sober; isn’t life supposed to start going right?

You wrench your arm out of his grip. “Sorry, Klaus, I really have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“No, you won’t,” Klaus mutters as you escape the room. He’d imagined that going in a million different ways except that one. “Shit!”

“Go chase after her,” Ben instructs. “We both knew she wouldn’t believe you. At first.”

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Guys, take a look at the prompt list on my page—I’d love to take requests for them; it’ll be fun writing practice!

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Hiii! I love your work and I can’t wait to read your new stucky novella!! So excited!! If you’re taking reqs can I recommend a fic about matt and foggy taking a plane somewhere and matt having a rly bad time w/ the noise and the smells and the disorienting/claustrophobic feeling of being on a plane? &maybe he gets air sickness too? And foggy helps him feel better :)

Thank you!  I’m excited to share the new novella with the world.  I’ll keep you posted on our progress.

Thank you for the prompt, too.  It’s a good one, though it’s a little far from the canon.  It was definitely fun, even it’s not exactly plausible.

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Matt lowers his tray table as soon as he flops down in his seat.  Foggy finishes stowing their bags in the overhead bin, then sits beside him.

“I don’t think you can do that yet,” Foggy says.  “You know, upright and locked until the fasten seatbelt sign is off, or whatever the gold standard is.”

“Hmph.”  Matt rests his elbows on the table.  He takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose.  “Why does your cousin have to get married in Scotland?” he mutters.  Matt’s not usually a complainer, but the headache he’s nursing demands he whine about something, even if it’s not throb behind his forehead.  “There are plenty of churches in New York.”

“Ah, but you’re missing the point of a destination wedding.  It’s not about the church, Murdock.  Though it’s so incredibly like you to focus on that aspect.”  The beanbags in Foggy’s neck pillow crunch as he positions it behind his head.  “It’s more like a glorified family reunion.”

“But why Scotland?”

“I don’t know.”  Foggy shrugs.  The beanbags shift again, and the sound makes Matt want to grind his teeth together.  “I think she likes Outlander.  Fifty shades of green loch,” Foggy chuckles.  “Plus, it beats Disney World.  Better booze.”

“There’s booze at Disney World,” Matt says.  “At Epcot.”  There’s a United Kingdom in Epcot, too.  Matt almost wishes they were flying to Florida, but as he struggles through the mental math, he realizes the trip would be just as long.  At least it would keep them from having to fly over water.  

“Come on, Matt.  Let me be right about something for once.”  Foggy’s tone is still jocular, but it’s edging toward irritated.  Matt doesn’t blame him.  They’ve been up since four, at the airport since five.  A doughnut and a cup of dark roast haven’t done much good.  

Foggy’s still hangry.  But Matt’s downright nauseous.  “Should’ve picked a better date, then,” he says, the sick feeling in his stomach feeding his bad mood.

“Hey, you’re my plus-one.  There’s a difference.”  Foggy unzips his headphones case.  Matt hears the click as his friend turns on the noise-cancelling feature.  He thinks about telling him to wait till the pilot turns off the seatbelt sign, but he changes his mind.  It’s too much effort.  They haven’t even left the ground, and Matt’s already reluctant to open his mouth.  

A small foot kicks the back of Matt’s seat, followed by a shrill mommmmy!

“Fuck,” Matt whispers, not caring about the little ears behind him.  He draws in a deep breath, hoping to calm himself down, but his nose is immediately on fire with the scent of plastic and stale sweat and dirty carpet.  He detects notes of someone else’s stomach acid, days old and long-since dried.  Matt’s molars are suddenly swimming in excess saliva.

He folds his arms and buries his nose in the crook of his elbow.  His sweatshirt still smells like his apartment, like the cedar blocks he keeps tucked in the back of his dresser drawers.  But he’s been away from home long enough to collect the auras of Starbucks (Arabica) and baggage claim (burned rubber) and the ticket counter (cheap hairspray).

“Sir?”  Here comes apple juice and Chanel no. 5.  “Can you put your table up till after take off?”

“Sure,” Matt sighs.  He sits up and tilts his head back against the seat, trying not to feel the germ-infested pleather pressing back into his scalp.

“I told you so!” Foggy says, too loudly.  He can’t hear himself, but Matt’s sure the rest of the plane does.  A painful ripple runs through the tiny hairs in Matt’s ear.

“Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention, please?”  A flight attendant starts giving the safety briefing, putting on a hilariously fake Scottish accent.  Most of the passengers laugh.  Matt thinks it’s a good moment to practice meditating.  As much as he likes Foggy’s family, he has a feeling it’ll serve him well to brush up on the skill.  Especially if he keeps feeling like this.

The plane starts to move, and it goes backward of all directions.  It takes a lot to catch Matt off guard, but that does the trick.  “Geez,” he hisses, his body jerking forward.  The seatbelt holds him in place, but it cuts into his tender stomach, and Matt finds himself swallowing frantically as his brain struggles for equilibrium.

“Relax, Matthew.”  Foggy slips his headphones down around his neck.  They fall on top of the travel pillow with a noise like an avalanche, and Matt hears the shhhhhhhh of white noise drifting up from them.  “We haven’t left the ground yet.  The pilot knows what he’s doing.”

Foggy has absolutely no way of knowing that, but it’s low on Matt’s list of concerns.  

“Yeah,” Matt sighs.  Deep breath.  Swallow.  Deep breath.  

It’s not helping.  Matt’s drowning in burned hashbrowns and diaper wipes and fumes from burning jet fuel.  

Coffee rises in his throat, bitter with the extra tang of bile.  “Fog,” Matt mutters warningly.

“Chill out.  It’s fine.”

He has to say it now or he’s not going to say it at all.  “Fog, I’m gonna puke.”

“You’re—what?”

Matt slaps his hand over his mouth.  That sends the message, and Foggy scrambles to fish the paper bag out of the seat pocket in front of him.  

Matt holds his jaw shut by sheer force of will until he feels the air displaced under his chin and he finally lets go.  He spits, but the sticky rope of saliva barely detaches from his lip before a sickly burp brings up more.  It’s a disgusting sound, probably  not half as loud as Matt thinks it is, but he’s embarrassed nonetheless.

“Shit,” Matt chokes as he comes up panting.  

A napkin sweeps in from nowhere and scrapes over Matt’s mouth.  He instinctively moves away, but Foggy grabs his arm.  “Hey.  Relax,” he says.  Matt’s grateful he’s gotten his volume under control.  “You ok?  You know, considering?”

Considering the fact that he just threw up on a plane that hasn’t even taken off yet?  He’s humiliated.  Overstimulated.  And still sick to his stomach.  But Matt supposes he’s had worse.  

“Yeah,” he says, clearing his throat of a bubble of mucous.  “I’m good.”

“You sure?”

Matt tries to focus on Foggy’s voice, and not the fact that he’s folding the top down on Matt’s bag of vomit and passing it off to a flight attendant.

“Mm-hm.”

“You wanna wear these?”  Foggy offers his headphones, still hissing their noise-cancelling tune.

Matt considers.  The roar of the engine isn’t that bad.  But the kid behind him is singing twinkle, twinkle, little star, but with only half the words and very much out of tune.

“Thanks.”  Matt slips them over his ears.  

“No problem, bud.”  Foggy claps him gently on the shoulder.  The he reaches across Matt and lowers his tray table for him.

“Aren’t I supposed to wait?”

Foggy leans in close, even though he probably knows Matt can still hear him.  “You get special privileges now.”

“Great.”  Matt puts his elbows back on the table and lowers his head.  “Wake me up when we get there.”

[solarbird]

And just like that, she was down, Chapter 5: LENA WHAT THE HELL

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Tracer looked at the chat log - hundreds of lines of it, all more or less the same - from their Yukon safehouse, a room behind a little supplies store on the side of the Dempster Highway in the Yukon tundra, halfway between Dawson and nowhere. 23 hours a day of sunlight would make her even more hyperactive than usual, but it still paled before the unlimited energy force which was Hana Song.

She checked the time. Well, it'll depend on where she is right now, I suppose... And then the text scrolled again, on its own.

D.VA > LENAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TALK TO MEEEEEEEE Tracer > Hey, Deeves. D.va > LENA LENA LENA LE D.va > LENA!!!1 Tracer > Hiya D.va > ARE YOU OK? DOES /╲/\╭ºoꍘoº╮/\╱\ HAVE YOU?! ARE! U! OK! Tracer> I'm fine. Kestrel's fine. Widowmaker is... as fine as she ever is. D.va > WHAT THE HELL?! DID U RLY RIP THE WALLS OFF OF MEDBAY?

Lena laughed, quietly. "Hey, Em, you impressed Hana!"

Emily leaned over and looked at Lena's screen. "...you're on chat? They didn't block your account?"

"This is Hana's personal server. She gave me a login there for when she's in Korea. Thought I'd check it, since Winston hasn't answered any of my messages." She'd hoped he would. He might've voted for deprogramming, but - like Tracer and Kestrel - he'd also argued that Widowmaker should at least have a voice in it.

"They've closed ranks, at least 'till they see what happens. I was afraid of that." Emily put her hand on Lena's shoulder, gently. "I'm sorry. But I still think he'll come 'round eventually."

"I gotta hope so."

Tracer > Nah D.va > ???! Tracer > That was Kestrel. D.va > (╬ಠ益ಠ) WHY?! Tracer > Because we made a promise and we meant it. For better or for worse. D.va > A promise? To whom? Tracer > Widowmaker. Don't you know about this? D.va > /╲/\╭ºoꍘoº╮/\╱\ KIDNAPPED YOU?!

Widowmaker saw Lena's sudden smile, and looked over onto her screen. "How does she type those character graphics so quickly? I... like that one."

"She doesn't," replied the teleporter. "At least, I don't think she does. She keeps 'em all in big text files, hundreds of 'em."

Tracer > No. We... you don't know about this at all, do you. D.va > NO I DON'T BUT YOU BETTER TELL ME RIGHT NOW Tracer > Kestrel and I ... we promised Widowmaker, a couple of months ago, in London, if she wanted to get away from Talon, we'd help her. D.va > ...OKAY Tracer > Part of that was, nobody's changing her again, not against her will. That includes Overwatch. We swore that wouldn't happen. Capturing her, that's one thing, doing to her what Talon did to Amélie, that's another. 'Cause she's a person, too, even if the doc don't think so. D.va > Okay... Tracer > D'ya see what I'm saying? We swore we wouldn't do to her what Talon did to Amélie... or let anybody else do it either. D.va > ...okay... Tracer > And Angie... didn't agree. D.va > ...oh Tracer > She said Widowmaker wasn't really a person, couldn't really consent or not consent, that the only way t'fix that was "reversing her conditioning," and so it wasn't the same thing. D.va > ... Tracer > Like she was on some kind of hallucinogen or drunk or something like that D.va > ᕙ(⇀‸↼#)ᕗ Tracer > but I'll be snookered if I can see a difference D.va > ... Tracer > since either way the person we made a promise wouldn't exist anymore once she was done. D.va > （・Ａ・） Tracer > so we stopped it. We kept our promise. Tracer > sorry about the mess. D.va > ... Tracer > It was kinda spur-of-the-moment. D.va > ... Tracer > We kinda figured, we talk Widowmaker out of Talon, we might have to quit Overwatch Tracer > We didn't really think we'd have to break her out. Not really. Tracer > But ... we did what we had to. I don't regret it. D.va > ... D.va > So... you're saying Angela was going to ... undo spiderfication ... and turn her back into Amélie? Tracer > Try to, anywya. Tracer > anyway D.va > But Widowmaker didn't agree to it. Tracer > If you were her... would you? D.va > ... D.va > ... D.va > ...no Tracer > So there y'are. Tracer > That's why. D.va > ... D.va > (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ D.va > WIDOWMAKER IS A MONSTER BUT tHAT's STILL NOT OKAY Tracer > Not even sure she's a monster Tracer > A killer, sure, that's all she's ever known Tracer > But you and me, we're both military, we both have death counts D.va > ... D.va > it's different Tracer > it is Tracer > but i can fight in a war and still oppose the death penalty Tracer > cause that's different too D.va > ... D.va > ...but you're okay. Tracer > Yeh. D.va > Kestrel's okay. Tracer > Yeh. D.va > Talon doesn't have you. Tracer > Heh - no. Talon's after us too. Tracer > but they don't know where we are Tracer > and they're mostly after Widowmaker anyway, they've always been after us Tracer > what's one more kill-on-sight order between friends? D.va > ...they want to kill the spider now? Tracer > Yep. Tracer > Don't trust her anymore. Tracer > If our intel's good, it came down from the top. D.va > ... D.va > Where are you?

The three of them had left the Oregon desert safehouse after a round of showers, the chance to enjoy some food outside of a moving vehicle, and a day of proper sleep. Widowmaker had even complimented their choice of mattresses, proving again that the spider had some interest in creature comforts.

There'd been no Interpol notice - or anything similar - about any of them yet, the key word being "yet." Nothing on Lena "Tracer" Oxton, or Emily "Kestrel" Oxton, or even anything new about Amélie "Widowmaker" Lacroix, or any combination thereof. Emily's current consulting contract with BAE hadn't even been voided; she still had access to their network. But the plan was to keep moving anyway, until they felt a little more comfortable about what Lena hoped, desperately, was an olive branch from their old team.

Tracer > Sorry, luv. D.va > ... D.va > ...I gotta think. D.va > You're not in ROK. You close? Tracer > Sorry, again, luv. D.va > meet me in Incheon? Tracer > ... Tracer > ...maybe. In a week. If things stay settled down. Tracer > Talking of, we gotta go. D.va > okay D.va > stay in tuch D.va > touch D.va > I wanna see you in person. I need to know you're you. I need to be sure. Incheon. Next week. You and Kestrel. Alone. Noooooooooooo spiders. Tracer > If we can. I'll check in... when I check in. D.va > k. let me know. Tracer > Bye

Lena dropped her way back through several anonymous VPNs and re-routers, and shut down the encrypted chat client. Incheon, she thought. Port city, easy to get to... it could work.

"Hey, Kes, Wids - y'want t'go out for Korean next week?"

Widowmaker looked across the table where she had just been shutting down her own communications array, reaching out to various specialised, no-questions-asked chemical synthesis specialists. "...you like Korean food?"

"I can take it or leave it, luv. But Hana Song sure does."

Kestrel looked over at her wife with a curious look. "...oh, really?"

Tracer shrugged at her wife. "Maybe."

"Brilliant. We could use some allies. And while you've been doing that - I've got your old contacts alerted that we're back in business, as freelancers. We'll need the money."

Widowmaker threw Kestrel a look of caution. "You aren't telling them about my particular skillset, I presume."

"Course not," she said, taking the blue woman's hand and squeezing it. "Not 'till you want in. Until then - well. I think of you as our ace in the hole."

The blue assassin wasn't entirely sure what to think of that, but she did think she found it satisfactory, and, possibly, just the tiniest bit pleasing.

"That," she said, with the hint of a spidery smile...

"...will do, for now."

-----

"Winston," said Athena, a chime ringing behind the word. "Relevant activity detected."

Winston looked up from his console, where he had been re-reading Lena's messages, wanting so much to reply, but holding off until they knew where Tracer and Kestrel might be headed. The locations of several Talon weapons caches had been welcome, and gave some hints, but could just as easily be bait, and they couldn't take the wrong kinds of chances.

"Thank you, Athena. Throw it down here?"

It wasn't much, and it wasn't personal - but it was familiar. Lena Oxton had listed herself as available again for private security contracting work, under her old company name. Same terms as before he'd initiated the Overwatch recall, but higher rates, and the added services of an experienced flying operative - battlesuit included.

He carefully checked over each version of the notice Athena had found. None mentioned sniper capabilities, and all carried the same sets of legality and indemnification conditions as before. She'd always played the game well above-board - and, at least in these listings, that had not changed.

I ... I pray this is real, he thought, allowing himself a hint of relief. If it is, they won't be in Talon uniforms the next time we see them. An image, a vision, flashed into his mind, of Lena Oxton, golden-eyed, blue-skinned, half-grin a sneer, leaning against her wife, Emily, silver-eyed, pale violet skin and purple and violet hair, tall, cold, and cruel.

He shuddered, and put it out of his mind - it won't happen - as he forwarded Athena's findings to the rest of Overwatch. We won't let it.

[oldmemz2017]

Mistakes (Heather Chandler x Reader)

Hey! I’m back writing, everyone. This was requested by @blossomgutz and I feel guilty for not writing it. I’ve had massive writers block, but it’s gotten past it and I really hope you like it! It’s very fluffy like, deathly fluffy towards the end. Don’t suffocate in the fluff! Thanks for requesting, love!

Warnings: nothing rly. Cussing, angst, fluff.

WC - 1,333

Enjoy~

“And paired together….Heather Chandler and (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” The teacher pursed her lips, expecting Heather to have a snarky remark at who she was partnered with…yet, there wasn’t. Meanwhile, I was in the back of the class I was trembling, and I began to sweat, looking around for my best friend Veronica. She smiled at me sympathetically. I sighed. Heather and I were assigned to help each other with end of the year speeches. We were basically supposed to thank everyone for a “wonderful” year, add in a funny story or two, and be done with it. Like that was going to happen. …. Swallowing my fear, I stumbled up to Chandler. “So um…do you wanna maybe…work together during study hall or something?” I stuttered, positive I was getting a punch in the face. “You..and I?” She smirked, glaring at Heather and Heather, who got the message and started laughing in a fake high pitch voice. “We are assigned together. This is our last grade and interaction is a part of it.” I shot back, some weird courage overtaking me. “don’t worry about it, honey.” Heather Chandler laughed, before tossing me a glossy business card stating her address. “Okayyyyyy…..” I shook my head silently and stalked away from them, hurrying to the next period.

(2 Days Later)

“I am definitely going to be sabotaged when I go over to her house. What if it’s like…Rams house or something and his parents aren’t home and I’m trapped-or what if like, it’s an abandon warehouse and they leave me locked in there for the-” “(Y/N). Settle down. Jesus Christ.” Veronica laughed, leaning against my bed frame. I hung my head and flopped on my bed, sighing once again. “I know you’ve had a crush on her forever.” She looked at me knowingly, as I just nodded, limply taking the Mountain Dew from my nightstand and taking a sip.

“First off, you can’t act nervous. Don’t care about your own death.” She began, laying down next to me and staring at the ceiling. “Maybe she’s really nice.” Veronica suggested. “I doubt.” I groaned.

“You have less then 2 hours though. Get ready. I’ll help you.” Veronica sat up and put her arms out, helping me up.

“Lets go.” She led the way to the bathroom.

(An hour later)

“I think you’re ready.” Veronica smirked, and I looked in the mirror for the first time. My makeup was done beautifully, the eyeshadow a very muted and subtle lapis, some glittery stuff on my cheekbones I didn’t even know I had. My eyelashes were curled up slightly, coated in pitch mascara. I couldn’t lie, I did look pretty attractive.

“Outfit. Outfits..” Veronica smirked. “Oh HELL no-” “Oh HELL yes.”

Aaaaand that’s the story of how I was on Heather Chandler’s doorstep wearing a dress to study. …

*knock, knock, knock* I rapped on the thick wooden door of the Chandler residence to see Heather herself open the door. I guess she hadn’t changed since she came home from school, because she still had on the vibrant fire-y blazer and golden jewellery. “Can I come in?” I asked politely. She rolled her eyes and shuffled sideways, clearing the way. I warily stepped inside, not to subtly checking each hallway to make sure there wasn’t an attacker. “What do I look like?” She scowled at how wary I was and began to stomp up the stairs. I followed her, a bit more quietly though. As much as I was scared though, I swore I saw her smiling a bit. Was that a good or bad sign?

“Here’s my room. You can work anywhere you like, just don’t touch my closet.” I sat down on the floor by her night table while she was on her bed. “Jesus Christ, you know I’m not here to hurt you.” Chandler began. “I’m sorry. It’s just…I don’t know. So uh…what do you have planned for your assignment?” I asked. “I don’t know, I guess I’ll be on the teacher’s sweet side write about how great they were the whole year.” She rolled her eyes at that statement, and I laughed slightly. “Yeah, Mr. J for maths really sucked.” She didn’t respond.

You began to write, your pencil flying over the paper before that silky voice cut through your thoughts. “How would you punctuate a dialogue?” She asked.

I was shocked. That was a seriously good question. I eased my way on to the bed and looked at her paper. “Well..” “You’d create a comma here-” you erased her period, “and then turn this into a list-” you went to erase some more, but something stopped you. Your hands touched. Briefly, but soft and delicate. You felt it like a spark of hot, wired electricity. You felt yourself begin to blush. You snuck a look at heather’s face, only to see herself smiling. You began to edit that portion of her paper, and quickly finished. “Thanks.” Chandler sighed, before continuing.

It felt like forever before you decided to talk again.

“Heather?” You asked, now laying down on the floor. Her head snapped up, golden curls framing her face from focus.

“You’re not as bad as I thought you would be.” Heather knew exactly you meant. She smirked. “You’re not as annoying as I thought you would be.” She retorted. “Thanks. We’re even then.” You replied. She stifled a laugh.

…. Every Wednesday you would head over to her house, just working, helping her edit her paper. You’d talk, sometimes about sensitive subjects, other times not. You’d laugh. You’d smile.

When you noticed she began to change. She wouldn’t care as much about where you’d work, and she would actually start up conversation. She began to sneak looks at you during classes, especially during maths with Mr. J ever since you made the comment the first time you came over. She glared at another Heather every time they’d make a comment about your appearance. At one point, she even told you that you looked nice that day, and you remember internally beaming for hours after. You two would giggle with each other in private, and she seemed to become less cold every time. She once took your hand and led you downstairs to the leaving area to meet her parents because they were home one day. One day only, though, because the next day apparently they left for Europe.

Is this what love felt like? … “(Y/N), tell me if I made a mistake in this paragraph.” She called you over, and you walked over, fiddling with the buttons on your flannel, noticing she too was fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “No…it looks good.” Your eyes trailed far down the page, and you subconsciously took note of heather’s sparking blue eyes on your face. You stopped.

There, scrawled in her shaky, italic handwriting was three words.

I love you.

You felt yourself look into her eyes, your (E/C) pools of confusion and wonder meeting sky blue ones, filled with cautious certainty. “(Y/N).” She backed away, before taking your hands in hers. “You’re really pretty…and nice, and smart. Uh…you aren’t like the other girls. You don’t care about your appearance.” You looked down. “uh…no offense or anything, but you’re beautiful. I really like you. I just. I understand if you’re not like….” She took a breath. “Will you be my girlfriend?” She shut her eyes tight, expecting laughing or mockery. “yes.” You said quietly. “Yes!” You threw yourself at her into a massive hug, and you kissed her cheek, to which she kissed you back, on the lips.

“I love you…” you muttered. “I love you too.” She breathed out, and you noticed she was crying. “Why are you crying?” You asked, wiping tears away from her face. “I just…I’ve wanted to tell you that forever.” “Well…I’m glad that you told me..” “And made that, little mistake on your paper.” You giggled, tapping the three letters on her paper. “I’m glad I did.”

[nbsilvally]

getting some thoughts because it’s getting closer to my birthday, about myself, about my birthday, and the past few years in my current developments

it’s a... really long post so please if you’re reading it, like it or just take the time to read it.

cw serious depression? maybe suicide talk

it’s another holiday season approaching me and last year i managed to have a birthday i could enjoy with friends.  but this year, i really don’t have anyone here in person to celebrate with and it sucks a bit.  I have my mom and I could go to the game shop for a bit, but rly i don’t have any friends i could just call up and say “hey, let’s hang” at this moment.  a lot of folks are going out of town for my birthday or with family and it leaves me in a point where i’ve also had my birthday forgotten by everyone in a near sixteen candles experience on my 21st and been told to shut up about it and how it’s not that special when i was 19 and excited about it (yes, i remember it.)

i’ve always been feeling outcast and i don’t know if it’s me or majority of people just act cautiously around me because like i feel like no one knew how to really talk to me without treating me like i’m inexperienced or stupid and it just, i get it.  At times, i’m hard to talk or i can make things feel forced but it’s not like i mean to (i still apologize if i ever put you in a position like that and please understand if i message you that you can just get back to me whenever).  It’s hard to feel included in friend groups or circles and i guess i always been sort of a group hopper w/ a set of friends who i just stick to between groups or interests.  I don’t feel comfortable sticking my foot in just one circle i guess.  It’s hard to describe,

It’s just weird because 23 is my first real adult birthday i feel.  I’m out of school, i’m out of a job temporarily, all i’m doing is stressing over bills and work, i’m still planning how i’m gonna start saving money with the new job, and there’s a lot incoming in the next few weeks that I don’t know how i’ll handle tbh.  I’ve been forced to be on my own working w/ Walmart (well until i got fired). So I realized how cut off from people in person I’ve become.

This year is also closing too so I guess 2017 + 22 has been... an experience of itself.  There’s a lot I wanna say to specific people and I can’t fully express my emotions right now because my head is a jumble but i also had no background noise.  

Let’s start with just myself.  Self discovery was a huge thing.  I’ve really neglected my own health and old habits really kept me in spots along with struggling w/ depression and i guess separation anxiety. There’s another thing I’ve always wondered if I had but I can’t say until I check w/ a professional.   However, let’s focus on the positives....?  I’ve learned to finally cope with being alone, sort of.  It’s been a couple of years where Zan finally been focusing on school and I haven’t fully had a chance to just grow on my own when he and I constantly talked.  So when he’s been busy, I’ve been forced to let go of Codependency.  I had to learn to take care of myself and stop pitpatting my feet around and buckle down.  The issue was when I was school, I feel like there was a level of things I could focus and buckle down on, while now on my own, I couldn’t really not focus.  Now I’m focusing trying to break out of doing things dependent on others.  It’s not easy but I was talking with Ven and I’m half considering taking long walks/jogs every now and then up to Walmart and back (~3 hours just walking).  I’m unfortunately really picky but I... really need to work on eating better.  I just haven’t been able to escape these mindsets but I will get to it when I build the courage the take the step.

I still have a lot to work on but I’m going to be 23.  I have time.  I will work on my goals and buckle down this year and hopefully by next year this time, I’ll be out of South Carolina.

Now, to people who just helped me through it out.

Zan, my boyfriend and my love and light, you’ve done a lot, just working hard on your own.  We haven’t had time to do many dates because you’re busy with school or with Addy and your life outside the computer, but it’s okay.  I know you’re working hard and we’re trying to find little things to do together and talk about again recently.  I’ve missed moments where we could call and sleep together, whispering sweet things to each other and just say I love you, but it’s good we’re independent because if we’re as dependent as we were on another, it’d fall me back into codependency and I can’t afford to just live based off what you’re doing.  I’m going to grow and when we see each other again, I will show you I’m doing my best, and I can’t wait to see you again.

Ven, 2017 was the year we really did become best friends.  I met you vaguely 2 years ago and really, I couldn’t ask for anyone better.  Meeting you in person?  It really showed me good things do happen to those who wait in a year of disasters and messes.  I couldn’t be prouder of you too.  You’ve grown stronger, even through the hardships and struggles you’ve been through yourself.  We’ve talked about my feelings a lot and you’ve always been so considerate and even if you thought you said something that sounded wrong with problems, it wasn’t a problem because I knew you wouldn’t mean it in a bad way.  There’s just a level of even if I’m constantly apologizing or freaking out, I feel like I can do it comfortably around you because you’re just really comfortable to be around.  You’ve also helped me out in tight money spots and I wish I could pay you back in triple.  When you visited, I just got too excited to do everything, even if we couldn’t and if you happen to swing by again or whenever I’m there, I hope you know I’m going to be excited to travel around and explore, and that’s mainly because it’s with you.  I really appreciate you Ven and you’re one of most trusted, caring, and real friends I could ever ask for, and you honestly just... really taught me what a friend really feels like.

Seren, PokeRP on twitter was fun and you as Silvally and me as Lusamine crack rping was one of the best things i’ve had for a while we laughed and got together.  There was a level of my anxiety after discord’s stuff and i fled after the bot incident but I really do enjoy talking with you and learning your opinion on stuff, even if i might not agree (but YOU WAS RIGHT ABOUT USUM!!!!).  Your cosplay and art are really good and I admire your hardwork and effort a lot. I’m glad I decided to do pokerp, cause i met you.

Mix, you’re a pretty fantastic person to just talk with about visual novels and anime and learning a LOT about all the general topics you know.  Sure, you speak a lot and it can be hard to keep up sometimes, but I still try because you do provide a lot of helpful/interesting stuff and if there’s anything I can do too, I can go to you and you can be real.  Even if we clash heads a bit.  However, we have to just clash a bit to meet an understanding.  You’ve been through a long journey of learning and growing yourself and I can say you’ve changed from the Mix I’ve knew in 2011-2012.  

Emma, between meeting you w/ Total Drama and having similar interests, I think Tanboards is where I got to know you best honestly and between learning more about you and you tbh helping me learn about topics in general, it really has helped me grow.  I really appreciate you helping me out too a lot where I’ve been in tight spots, between signal boosting and money.  You’ve been a good friend and you really do deserve the best (so does all of Tanboards).

Appmon community, I never really got to know you until part 2 honestly, but I really felt welcomed into a fandom that was small but easy to talk with about the show.  We all really connected and it was amazing to watch w/ you guys weekly and experience the show, theorizing, talking, gushing over it.  Appmon movie when?

Fei, we don’t get to talk often but I appreciate you.  Really.  Sorry I don’t have much to say but I just really enjoy talking with you and getting to know you over the past few years has been one of the best friendships i’ve had. I really love your art too.

Free, same thing about not having been rly talking recently but your friendship means a lot to me and I really hope I can see you again.  I miss hanging w/ you in person. 

I have a lot more I can say but I’m tired but... If we’ve interacted, no matter how small its been, you’ve made a difference somehow,

even through the near suicide attempts I’ve made and the hard times where nothing seem positive and I’ve just wanted to just die or stop, you all made it an easier year to go through and here’s to 23 years, with every all of you there with me.  Thank you.  

Thank you so much.  I couldn’t get through this without all of you, no matter how much you’ve interacted with me.  It’s because of y’all that I’m still here.  Honestly.

[kirishwima]

Hey there cool bean! So.. I absolutely love Hance and I also absolutely love Fake Dating, Wrong Number and that "whatever you write on your skin appears on your soulmates skin" Soulmate AUs and I'd love you forever and beyond if you could write a normal life/pre-Boltron OS about one of these because that would be like the most awesome thing ever ;^;

Hey lovely!

So funny thing is, I love Hance a lot too and also really like all three ideas sooo i tried adding all of them into one fic lol ;u; hope you like it!

*****

Hunk stared at the text, his phone’s screen blearing and blurring his vision with its brightness.

To say he was…confused, would be an understatement.

He looked to the message once more, giving it another quick read.

From: Unknown

>Dude hi, look, i knw we ain’t that close or anythin but i rly rly RLY need u to call me and pretend ur my bf rn

Hunk sighed and scrolled down, reading the next chain of messages.

From: Unknown

>this creepy dude is hittin on me and idk how to tell him to back off so cmon pls call me n pretend ur my bf u don’t even have to talk or anythin

From: Unkown

>im gonna owe u like 100000 coffees cMON

It was a do-or-die moment, Hunk knew that.

He knew that the best option would be to ignore this messages-they were obviously not intended for him in the first place.

On the other hand…the person did seem really stressed out. Hunk knew if he was in the situation this person was in, he’d more than likely do the same thing, his fingers shooting a text to his best friend Pidge faster than you could say ‘burrito’.

It was a do-or-die moment.And Hunk decided to go for it full force, before the little anxious thoughts tugging on his skin pulled his barely existent bravado away from his grip.

He clicked on the unknown number and let his phone ring, shakily bringing it close to his ear.

The first beep went by unanswered, Hunk’s anxiety only heightening at the sound.The second beep followed, yet before a third one could be heard, the person on the other line picked up.

“Hello?”

The voice was sweet, a light pitch of anxiety clouding over it, yet even with the added stress and the distress of the phone, it was still one of the nicest sound Hunk’s ears had ever heard.

“U-uh, yes?”

Hunk mentally slapped himself, shutting his eyes and shaking his head.Nice going Hunk, he chided himself, way to show you’re intimidated by a person you haven’t even seen before

“Awe babe!” the voice cooed, the words of affection making goosebumps run over Hunk’s body, “you changed your phone number after all? I told you it was about time to!” the person continued, the sounds of background music and chatter now registering in Hunk’s mind.

“I-uh-yeah. Phone number. That’s right.” he stumbled, somewhat astounded at how easily this play of affection rolled through this person’s mouth.

“Well I’m glad you called me. I was just at your favourite coffee shop and wanted to ask you what coffee you wanted me to bring over! I didn’t see you at all today, I missed you.”

Hunk run a hand through his mark absent-mindedly, enjoying the soft voice over the line.

“A coffee would be great, yeah.” he mumbled, slowly feeling more at ease.He wondered if this person had him on loud speaker, or if his own little show of fake-dating this person was more unnecessary than helpful.

“What? You want me to go over straight away? Are you sure?”

A-ha.

Hunk huffed a laugh, quickly realising that the only person that could hear him right now was this guy he was talking to.

“Alright, alright, I’m on my way! Love you, see you in a bit!”

He heard the person mutter something, another somewhat gruffer voice answering back to him, quickly followed by shuffling, the sounds of the coffee shop promptly disappearing.

“…are you still there?” the voice asked, the tone much quieter than before.

The high pitch and sweetness was a show, after all.

“Yup.” Hunk replied, a profound comfort washing over him, all his previous stress diminished.He slumped onto his bed with relief and sighed, waiting to hear an explanation from this unknown person.

“I’ll just go ahead and assume you’re not Steve, are you?”

He laughed at that, shaking his head despite knowing the person he was speaking to couldn’t see him.

“Afraid not. And I guess you didn’t actually mean to text me did you?”

The voice laughed, the sound like water from a creek, crystal clear and joyous to Hunk’s ears.

“No, no, definitely not.” he laughed, “Still, thanks for helping me out. There was this dude that wouldn’t take no for an answer. He only backed away when he thought I was talking to my boyfriend or, whatever.”

“Yeah dude, I hear you, this kind of people are the worst” Hunk grumbled, scrunching his nose in distaste, “Why can’t they just respect another person’s boundaries and get that ‘no’ means ‘no’?!”

The person on the phone hummed in agreement.

“Thank you, that’s exactly what I was thinking!”  he huffed, “it’s so easy and yet some people are just..ugh” he groaned in defeat.

Hunk laughed, letting a short silence stretch that really wasn’t as uncomfortable as Hunk thought it should be.

“I never got your name by the way.” the voice spoke up, a shyer tone in their sound, “I’m Lance, Lance Sanchez.”

He let the name roll through his mind for a moment, trying to think if he’d ever heard it before. He was certain he never did, but there was something about it, about this person’s voice, their mannerism, that made Hunk feel a familiar tinge in his chest, as if something in his heart was tugging it’s way to his brain, smacking it and saying ’of course you know it, silly!’

“Hello?”

Hunk shook himself out of his trance.

“Yeah hi! Sorry, sorry, just tryin’ to figure out if I know you from somewhere. I’m Hunk Garett.”

The voice-Lance, Lance huffed, the sound making white noise travel through Hunk’s speaker.

“Man, I thought you were going to hung up on me or something. Which I’d totally get, but you know, putting a name to my life-saver would be nice-“

“Life-saver? I hardly did anything!” Hunk interrupted, his face reddening at the characterisation. Here he was, talking to thus guy with this soothing voice, that was calling him a life-saver?

“Yes life-saver, don’t be humble, and anyway, as I was saying, putting a name to the voice would be nice, but you know what would be better?”

“W-what?”

“Taking said life-saver with his honey-sweet voice out for a coffee. You know, as a thank-you for getting me away from a creepy flirt even though you had zero obligation to?”

The words died in Hunk’s mouth, his eyes widening at face heating up.

Coffee? Honey-sweet?

Was…was this guy asking him out on a date?!

“I-no-there’s no need-“

“Aw come on, I did promise you a bunch of coffees in the text. Well, I thought I was promising Steve coffees, until I realised I’d saved his phone number wrongly in the first place, but anyway! The offer stands if you want it!” Lance cheered, the sounds of a bustling street failing to dull his loud voice.

Hunk mulled over the idea, feeling like a fish far, far, far out of it’s waters. So far it could just as well be a fish that boarded a plane and landed onto the Sahara desert.

“Look”, Lance continued, his voice more sullen than before, “it’s totally cool if you don’t want to, and I’m sorry if I over-stepped my bounds. Hell, I just escaped a creepy guy, I don’t wanna sound anything like him myself. All I’m saying is, I owe you one, and if you want to, I’ll be more than happy to repay you.”

“You can even hit me up on social media if you want. I’m pretty much everywhere with my full name, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, you name it. Or you can just hung up and we never speak again, that is totally cool too, and uh, thanks again for helping me out-“

Lance started rumbling, and something in Hunk just lit up, a small bold voice flexing and yelling at him to just do it, completely trampling the shyer, more worrisome voices nibbling at his mind.

“I’ll add you on Facebook. Or snapchat or something and we can uh, see and decide. I mean, are we even in the same city? Or the same country?! You could be in the other side of the world for all we know!” Hunk mused, suddenly realising all the ways this could go wrong. Even his little just do it voice had no come-back to that.

“I mean, your phone number’s nearly the same as my friend Steve’s, and it’s a local phone number so…probably not?”

Hunk stilled.Oh. Right.

They both laughed, slowly understanding how obscure the situation they found themselves in was.

“Alright. I’ll add you on facebook. I’ll talk to you there?”

Lance hummed, his smirk evident even through a phone conversation.

“Sure thing”, he smiled, and continued, “Nice to meet you, Hunk.”

His voice calling Hunk’s name felt more surreal than any conspiracy theory Pidge had ever brought his way.

“I-Nice to meet you too Lance.”

Hunk was hooked.This was a do-or-die moment, and he was pretty sure he just broke the do-or-die system.

*****

Lance’s squeal was loud enough to wake up his flatmate, if the knock on his door along with Keith’s rumble of ‘cut it out Sanchez’ was enough of an indication.

But he didn’t care, not right then and there.

He held his phone in his hand since the moment he clicked the hung up button after his conversation with Hunk, holding it tightly like prayer beads, as if that would make his wishes come true.

He waited for this blessed notification for over an hour, a cruel, agonising, torturous hour, and no, he was not being dramatic, or extra as his friends liked to call him, he was being dead-ass serious.

The moment Hunk uttered one single word to him, he felt the heat rise to his face, his heart thudding and threatening to jump out of his ribcage and run around the city to find the cause for it’s irregular beating.

His voice was like honey and cinnamon and spice and everything nice, dammit, Lance was no poet, but the way this boy talked and the way he laughed did things to his brain, things he was certain brains were not supposed to do, like agonise for an hour wether or not a stranger he knew for a total of five minutes would add him on any of his social media or not.

So when his phone beeped with a Facebook notification that spelled out ‘Hunk Garett has sent you a Friend Request’, Lance was not ashamed to admit he screamed louder than he did that one time he saw Justin Timberlake walking down the street.

With shaky hands, he unlocked his phone and clicked on the notification, the screen immediately loading Hunk’s Facebook Profile.

What awaited him was….it was too good to be true, that’s for sure.

The profile greeted him with a picture of the most beautiful boy in existence, a close up of his face, dark chocolate skin and amber eyes, and the sweetest, softest smile one could ever lay their eyes on.

His heart threatened to stop and he still had only looked at the guy’s profile picture.

He scrolled down, taking a look at his profile, which was set to public view.

Another photo awaited him, this time of the same gorgeous face, now placed in a full-body picture, that displayed Hunk sitting cross-legged in a grassy field, a big cheerful dog with golden fur and droopy ears trying to fit itself onto Hunk’s lap, the boy in question fitting his hands around the dog and hugging it, the biggest of grins on his face, enough to make his eyes squint and crinkle at the corners.

‘Did i adopt him or did he adopt me?’ the photo’s caption said, and Lance wasted no time in his next course of action.

He promptly got off of his bed, where he was squealing and agonising in for the past hour, and headed out to the living room, where Keith sat with a bowl of cereal in his lap, a weird alien documentary playing on the TV.

Lance sat by him and placed the phone in front of Keith’s face.

“Mothboy, what do you think of this guy?” he asked, making Keith squint and turn his attention to the phone in front of him.

Keith studied the picture as he took another spoonful of his cereal, humming before swallowing and turning to Lance.

“I don’t even know him and I’d willingly let him hug me to death.” he deadpanned.

“I know right?!” Lance screeched, and before he could re-think it, scrolled up on Hunk’s profile and clicked ‘accept’ on his friend request.

He had never been more thankful to his clumsy fingers for typing a wrong number more than he was in that very second.

*****The familiar ring of his phone made him shake his head and look away from the books in front of him, earning himself a glare from the tiny girl sitting across of him, although it was a short-lived one-her glare turned to a smirk in less than a nano-second.

“Is that the Snapchat notification sound I hear?” she smirked, raising an eyebrow and leaning closer to her friend.

“You got freakin’ bat ears Pidge, let me tell you”, Hunk grimaced, backing away from her stare  with his phone in hand, “And even if it was, what’s it to you again?”

“Nothing?” she blinked, morphing her expression to the purest most innocent face she could conjure, “I’m merely wondering who it is that’s snap-chatting you, that’s important enough for you to stop mid-way of studying quantum physics of all things, so you could answer.”

“That puppy face stopped working like, two years ago, and no, I’m not gonna tell you who I’m talking with.”

“Please, as if I don’t know it’s that Lance guy you keep going on and on about” she huffed, rolling her eyes in distaste.

Hunk  knew better than to try and argue with her on that-Pidge had been his best friend since forever, and if it’s one thing he could never do to her, it was lie.

Besides, he couldn’t ever lie to save his life, nevertheless lie to his best friend about anything.

“Okay yeah, it’s Lance, so?” he asked, not looking up from his phone as he opened the snapchat application and waited for Lance’s snap to load.

When did the two become so close?

It was only a month since that fated phone call, and yet they were talking more and more each day, to the point that Hunk sometimes forgot they hadn’t actually physically met yet.

“Hunk, my dude, my man”, she started, pushing her glasses up with the tip of her finger, “the guy is practically your boyfriend already.”

“No he’s-“

“Must I remind you your full 20-minute freak-out session when you found his Facebook? You said, and I quote” she paused, clearing her throat and turning to Hunk with wide eyes, “His eyes are so blue and sparkly how can a man be so pretty Pidge I am going to dIE” she sing-songed, mimicking her best Hunk voice.

“I definitely did not say that, and for the thousandth time, he is not my boyfriend! He’s just a-“

He meant to continue, but the loaded snapchat caught him mid-sentence, his mouth slack and turning into a soft fond smile.

The snap was of Lance, a quick selfie with a wink and a wide grin, the tip of Lance’s nose reddened as the sun beat down of him, the glimpse of ocean blue waves behind him, neck and chest bare and peeking into the photograph.

‘Water’s great! Wish you were here too xo’ said the caption and Hunk’s soul immediately transcended to the seventh gate of heaven, if that was even a thing-which it should, because only one was just not enough to contain how blessed he felt in that moment.

“He’s just so…pretty…”

“Called it” Pidge snorted, rolling back on her chair and folding her arms over her chest.

She let Hunk have his small blissed-out moment, even let him reply to Lance with a quick selfie that showcased him and the row of books on their table, Pidge pouting at them in the background, before she coughed and nodded at Hunk.

“Do you think he’s maybe…you know.” she nodded again, pointing to Hunk’s right arm, her point of interest hidden behind his t-shirt.

He looked down to his arm too, soft smile fading as he remembered what was hidden in the inner corner of his right arm, an image hidden from the world under bulky sweaters or light t-shirts.

“Do I think he’s my…soulmate?” he dreaded that last word, the thought itself bringing up bile and anxiety into his stomach.

Pidge nodded again, her face open and hands reaching out to rest in-between their piles of books and closer to Hunk.

“The only way to find out is if you meet him you know? You’re getting along so well already.” she prompted.

“I guess.” Hunk sighed and shook his head, averting his gaze in favour of grabbing his cup of coffee and taking a sip, then fiddling with the cover of one of his books.

Damn summer reading and extra work-load. He’d much rather be at the beach right now, enjoying his college years with a certain blue-eyed someone-

Okay. Wrong train of thought. Very, very, very wrong train of thought.

It wasn’t that Hunk hadn’t thought about it.Could Lance be his soulmate?

Yes.With the way his heart fluttered and stomach clenched with each joke or silly meme Lance sent him, with each quick ‘good morning’ text and short Skype sessions, it was no wonder he grew more and more fond of the bright-eyed boy with each passing day.

Hunk was in deep and he knew it.

But what if Lance just wasn’t his soulmate?

What if they met but there was no glow in their eyes, no burning of their respective marks and swirling colours that’d make each of their marks whole again?

He absent-mindedly scratched at his arm, the thought of that bright yellow circle etched onto his skin, waiting to find the colour it’d mix and match with, that’d make the colour that’d bind him to another person for life.

He already had an idea of who he wished that person to be.

He just didn’t know if fate would agree with him.

*****From: Hunky Hunk

>Hey Lance. I’m soooo sorry but i can’t make it today ;-; Jimmy got sick and i had to take her to the vet asap. raincheck?

Lance sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before replying.

>>hey dude!! ya no problem, dont worry! hope jimmy feels better soon

The reply he got was instantaneous.

From: Hunky Hunk

>thanks man. will do. sorry again! i’ll make it up to you on your next day off :)

He smiled at the text, even though a certain disappointment gnawed at the pit of his chest.

He understood that life was hard and sometimes things just happened.

He just didn’t understand how life could work it’s way and destroy his plans five times in the same month.

The first time he asked Hunk if he wanted to meet up, was two months after they started talking, gathering up his courage and asking him out for that coffee he’d promised him.

Hunk sounded excited, but sent him a text the next day, profusely apologising because he’d forgotten to tell Lance he’d be out of town for the weekend.

Lance told him not to worry about it, they’d be able to figure out another day.

Then the next week it was his friend’s birthday, so they’d gone out to celebrate.

Then it was his workload that got Hunk slumped and unable to make it.

Then, surprisingly, it was Lance’s turn to be unavailable, his part time work friend getting sick and needing someone to fill his place for a few days, something that Lance wouldn’t ever say no to.

But this was the fifth time in a row that they tried making plans to meet up, and through he knew it was neither of their faults, it still felt like a blow to the side every time, his ego bruised and his hope battered.

He stared at the offensive blue mark on his left wrist and sighed in defeat.

Through their everyday talks with Hunk, the silly pictures and cute selfies he’d sent (that Lance had to fight off the urge to screenshot and keep by his bed every single time), to their common excitement and bonding over astronomy and flying, Lance had slowly started to get this inkling, this small hunch that maybe just maybe….

….There was perhaps a small, tiny, minuscule chance that Hunk could be his soulmate.

He tried not to get his hopes up, he really, truly did, but it became harder to do so with each sweet text and shy phone-call Hunk sent his way.The boy was sugar moulded into a human being and Lance wanted nothing more than to shove himself into a self-induced sugar coma. A Hunk coma, if you will.

He sighed, slumping onto his elbows on the kitchen table, earning a groan from Keith who was sitting across of him with his computer open and his pale skin reflecting the light off of it.

“What are you moping about?” he asked, his voice all bark but no bite. Lance learned by now that this was just his friend’s way of showing concern. “Is it about Hunk again?”

Lance’s lower lip quivered, his eyebrows scrunching.

“It’s the fifth time we’re unable to meet up Keith! The fifth time! Fate is against me and the universe hates me.”

“The universe is too busy minding its own business to hate you. And you and Hunk are practically dating anyway, stop being so sad about it.”

“But we’re not! I’m just-what if he’s not…the one, you know? What if I’m thinking things too much and he’s not even into me at all?!” Lance gasped, sitting up and bringing his hands to Keith’s shoulders, shaking the lethargic boy with intense emotion.

“What if he doesn’t even want to talk to me and he just feels forced to because he’s too sweet to say no?!”

“Lance, I get that you think the guy’s all sunshine and rainbows, and he probably is, but if he didn’t want to talk to you, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t. It’s not that hard to block someone.” he sighed, moving away from Lance’s grip in favour of carrying on typing on his computer.

“…Besides,” Keith continued, peeking up from his work to look at Lance, “I met his best friend Pidge once and trust me, if he didn’t want to talk to you…she’d have obliterated you a long, long time ago.” he shuddered.

Lance slumped back in his seat, face thoughtful.

“That…is oddly comforting. Thanks buddy.”

Keith shrugged, tugging a strand of loose hair back into his messy ponytail.

“Also, your phone just beeped. I’ll take my best guess and say it’s from Hunk.”

Lance turned to face his phone. Sure enough, his Facebook messenger beeped with a new message, alerting him that Hunk had sent him an attachment.

“Conspiracy confirmed cryptid boy.” he smirked, ignoring Keith’s protest in favour of opening up the chat and looking at what Hunk had sent him.

Attached was a photo of Hunk’s dog Emmy, with half of Hunk’s face in the shot, standing right outside a veterinary clinic.

“Doc said she’ll be in perfect health soon! She just ate something bad. Gave her a hug and told her it’s from you and she wagged her tail a lot so that’s got to mean she likes you!” said the message that followed.

Lance let his phone back down and slumped face-first into the table, ignoring the cackle that came from Keith.

“You really like him huh.” Keith stated.

“…I would willingly eat a bottle of hot sauce for him in a heartbeat.” Lance answered.

The scariest part of the situation was that Lance really, truly meant it.

He was wrapped around the finger of a boy he’d never met before.

*****

Hunk felt his phone beep in his pocket, but for the first time in forever, didn’t move to check it, as much as his mind and heart screamed and begged him to.

He was late, he was so, so late and he’d never hear the end of it from Coran if he was late to his first lecture of the year.

He hadn’t even realised how fast summer came and left.Never realised how fast a certain boy named Lance sneaked his way into Hunk’s life even if he’d yet to see him face to face.

He pushed the thought aside in favour of speeding up his step, only pausing for a moment to take out his phone and promptly check the time.

7.30 a.m

Seven. Thirty. In the morning.

In his dazed state, he’d never realised he read the time wrong. The school was only a half hour away from his house, and thinking it was 8.30 when he woke up and his class was at 9.00, he had run the apartment upside down looking for clothes and his toothbrush so he could run out and into the first bus he could catch

But now it was seven thirty and he was five minutes away from the school campus and he honestly never hated himself as much as he did right then and there.

Luckily that hate wouldn’t stand for long-he noticed a local coffee shop across the street, already busy with people shuffling in and out despite the early hour of the morning.

Hunk rushed inside, placing his order to a cheerful yet tired-looking cashier, then moving to the queue waiting for their coffee, his eyes never leaving his phone as he checked through his to-do list and replying to Lance’s text from last night, figuring the boy must’ve been still asleep when he got no reply.

“One cold brew coffee with caramel syrup and soy milk?” the cashier all but yawned, and Hunk turned his head to her with a smile, reaching for the coffee she’d just placed onto the small waiting table.

He stilled when he felt a warm hand clash with his, tan slender fingers with a blue circle on the wrist of said hand.

His eyes widened when the circle glowed, and swirled, his own mark heating up and his eyes burning, the blues and yellows merging into a vibrant green.

There was no need to look up, to realise who it was he’d just felt this connection to.

He’d known from the first time they talked.From that very first, awkward, embarrassing phone call.

Yet he still looked anyway, if anything, just to see the face he could wait not longer to kiss the smirk off of.

“Morning Lance.” he beamed, noticing the green glow subduing from Lance’s eyes, replaced with the baby blues he loved to finally see up close, the smile on Lance’s face too surreal to even try and describe.

“Morning hunky Hunk.” Lance grinned, “glad to finally know what your taste in coffee’s like.” he added with a wink, and before Hunk could reply, he got his arms full of Lance, the scent of sea salt and comfort and home.

It felt right.

It felt stupid to even question it, to ever wonder if this was his person.

Hunk looked down at the boy in his arms, a lip-splitting grin of his own lacing his face, burying himself into Lance’s neck.

“I guess I can finally treat you to that coffee I owed you?” Lance laughed, the warmth vibrating off his neck and onto Hunk.

Hunk huffed, his eyes already watering before Lance leaned closer and kissed his forehead.

“Idiot” Hunk whispered, “You’ve got a lifetime to do that.”

******

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[xionchan]

tagged by @ally-spirit . tagging @vanishing-rainias if you wanna

HAVE YOU EVER: Dated Someone Twice: for a certain definition of dating, yes Been Cheated On: access denied Kissed Someone and Regretted It: nuh it all led up to me being who i am now Lost Someone Special: for a certain definition of losing, haven’t we all? Been Drunk and Thrown Up: i’m a shut in i’m more likely to throw up from vidya than being drunk

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU: Made a New Friend: past year as in? 2016? yes i have, Fallen Out of Love: thank god i haven’t even fallen in love in the first place Laughed Until You Cried: likely yes Met Someone Who Changed You: don’t we always Found Out Who Your True Friends Were: yeah, in a good way Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: not to vague anyone here but did y’all see my fanclub on twitter

GENERAL: How many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: ONE MAYBE Do you have any pets?: the spiders i leave alive so they eat the bugs (no) Do you want to change your name?: i’m good What time did you wake up this morning?: lol morning. 11:30 PM What were you doing last night?: talking to nakama & playing FL Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: who hasn’t Blood type: lol idk Nickname: xion, shion Status: procrastination hell Zodiac sign: virgo Pronouns:  she/her, idm they/them Favorite tv show: ZEXAL High school: access denied College: access denied Hair color: dark brown Long or short: long Do you have a crush on someone: nope What do you like about yourself: determination when i care Name something you cannot wait for: KH3, magic existing (as if) What’s getting on your nerves rn?: work, pre-uni stuff

FIRSTS: First surgery: i don’t count minor stuff so. wisdo(o)m teeth First piercing: earlobes First best friend: gestures at kindergarten First sport you joined: sports. joining. heh. is dancing a sport First vacation: mallorca First pair of sneakers: 404

Eating: 404 Drinking: diet coke I’m about to: fallen london Listening to: still overworld Waiting for: marsh-mired in dreams of sustenance to wear off (fallen london thing.) Want kids: ew Get married: ew Career: fake

WHICH IS BETTER: Lips or eyes: eyes are pretty i’ll fall for them always Hugs or kisses: hugs Shorter or taller: my height preferably or slightly taller Older or younger: my age preferably or slightly older Romantic or spontaneous: what is this question i swear it didnt read romantic til this point Sensitive or loud: ? ? ? Hook up or relationship: neither Troublemaker or hesitant: ????

HAVE YOU EVER: Kissed a stranger: 404 Drank hard liquor: yes Lost glasses/contacts: no Sex on first date: no Broken someones heart: for a certain definition of breaking Been arrested: nope Turned someone down: well yeah Fallen for a friend: seriously this question suggests people fall for people they’re not friends with which SOUNDS FAKE? 

DO YOU BELIEVE: In yourself: occasionally Miracles: occasionally Love at first sight: fake Heaven: definitely fake Santa Claus: wasn’t rly a thing here and the answer is no anyway

[ramskulls-archive]

hey why do you like leocasey so much? :0 not trying to be rude btw, i think its rly cute and i was just wondering what you like about it ! (sorry if this has been asked before ;;)

You kinda answered your own question there! They’re cute! 

but anyway (a read more bc it’s dumb)

Separating different trains of thought because I want to get it out there and I’m not very good at organizing them!! I hope some of this makes sense at least!! 

I don’t really know why I’m so attached to them but I really like the idea of developing feelings and friendship (see greenthumbs). I suppose you can say the fact that they’ve barely interacted in canon drives me to make my own content for them so I’m free to interpret their relationship however I want?

They seem like they’d be such a chill team when together!! Casey can be kind of unpredictable and I can imagine him disrupting a lot of Leo’s routines, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing! Leo can be self-destructive sometimes and having someone that is a wild card might startle him out of it idk ;; 

And Casey, well!! He benefits greatly from someone who’ll watch out for him!! (see koalagriton’s nightfall!!) Imagine Casey learning to be a ninja from Leo because he wants to keep up with a family of ninjas!! Literally everyone is a ninja and he feels left out (lkjsaks i have a story for that i can’t write bc i suck)

Honestly though all the previous paragraphs are just meaningless fluff I really dont know what I’m saying lmao

( I’m not very good at articulating how I feel! )

I ship it because it makes me happy, sometimes life can get overwhelming and I’ll look at my phone lockscreen (shUT) and it’s those two dweebs!! HECK!! ID BE HAPPY IF THEY JUST TALKED AND WERE FRIENDS AND THE BEST PALS IM GETTING EXCITED JUST THINKING ABOUT IT 

ANYWAY FIC RECS (there’s really not a lot so it’s short)

NIGHTFALL by koalagriton (which is what pulled me into rarepair hell)

THE MADMEN by marine amber (NOT ROMANCE this is just pure friendship but it’s here anyway bc i love it so much)

CORRUPTION by profmeteor (I have no words to describe please just read)

THINGS AS THEY ARE by fren (OLDIE BUT A GOODIE and it’s not even romance it’s just aches all over because for a short while I was just lost in this alternate universe thinking about it what might’ve happened)

WAKING UP by fren (ONE-SIDED AND ALSO OW MY HEART)

ECHOES by koalagriton ( I WAS SO HAPPY TO FIND THIS IT’S SO CUTE )

WHAT WE NEED bc dashwrites (IM CRY DASH WROTE THIS FOR ME IM HONORED AND I STILL REREAD IT OFTEN BECAUSE I GET EMOTIONAL) 

EXILE VILLIFY by stupidbolts (I ALMOST FORGOT THIS ONE I REREAD IT AND YES GOOD I GET TO READ IT AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME) 

(this one has no title) by firebirdscratches (VERY SWEET!! I DONT EVEN REMEMBER HOW I FOUND IT I JUST SAW IT IN MY BOOKMARKS AND IM SO GLAD)

LMAO like maybe two or three of those are actual romance but I hope that gives you a good idea of what I mean!! AHAHA IM SORRY I DIDNT GIVE SUMMARIES I AM THE WORLDS WORST

I don’t know how to explain how their interactions feel so comfortable, like this is how it should be and I have all these great writers to thank, so varied and so complex! They just bounce off each other well no matter what flavor of Leo and Casey. Leo can be oblivious or surly or a huge anxious worrywart and Casey can be crude and obnoxious or sharp and astute, he can be silly or impulsive, etc.

Anyway!! if you read it this far congratulations that’s pretty dang cool I’m sorry you have to go through all of my incoherent rambles but HEY! If you ever decide that leocasey is cool, come hit me up! welcome to the leocasey club! We’re a tiny tiny ship of maybe like 5 people haha but IM SURE THERE’S MORE

message me here or on twitter or discord or skype (hmu in chat if you wanna add me!!) 

I’d love to talk w you about aus and headcanons and all that other good stuff because im very chatty lmaoo 

anyway a little something I made while I was talking with rose about leocase, since you made it this far! https://youtu.be/rGygAkctFso

[cutiesaeran]

A Day to Be Reckless

Based off the first bad end, featuring trans M!MC.

Word count: 1937

Pairing: Unknown/MC

Rating: T for some “strong language”

I’m not sure what drove me to download the mysterious app that popped up as ‘recommended for you’ on fakebook. I don’t usually make sure impulsive decisions, especially not ones that could be potentially dangerous. After all, it could’ve been anything from the simple messaging app it claimed to be up to a way for some creep to track me and possibly kidnap me. For whatever reason, I tapped on it and downloaded it, following the prompts to create a username (McOllie, a nickname I’d earned based on my Irish last name) and set up my own little profile. Because I still had at least a little of my sanity, I opted to use a picture of one of my favorite characters from a beloved book series - Lunar Lovegreat - rather than one of my own, just in case. Once it was all done, I poked around the rest of the app to try to see what else there was to do, but most of it seemed foreign to me at that particular moment. So I just kind of shrugged it off and closed it, finishing my lunch break before heading back to class.

The rest of the day went by as normal, with me chatting occasionally to my cousin and a few of my friends until classes were over. It was a Wednesday, one of the nights I reserved during the week for studying, so I packed up my stuff and headed home. The bus was crowded, like usual, and I stood in the middle, making sure to leave any open seats for someone who needed it more than me. With one hand on the strap to keep myself secure, I used the other to open my phone to tripter and flip through the most recent updates of my friends. Many of them were planning to go out tonight to various events, including a musical production that was pretty popular among the students of the university. I actually had tickets to go see it that weekend with my cousin; Soomin was a very big fan of the lead actor and had begged me to go with her for quite a while before I finally caved. Musicals… aren’t really my thing.

I was in the middle of reading a rather amusing thread between two of my friends holding a conversation entirely in music quotes when the new app beeped at me, drawing my attention to the notification flashing at the top of my screen. Most apps don’t do that, so I tapped it curiously to find that someone was messaging me. I didn’t know how to take that, exactly, since I hadn’t done anything to add any friends. How strange…?

Unknown: …Hello…?

Should I answer? Not only is this a stranger messaging me, but they apparently decided the best username would be something as ambiguous as “Unknown.”  Maybe… it wouldn’t hurt, just to see what they want.

McOllie: Hello?

Unknown: Can you see this?

McOllie: Um, I answered, so yeah, that’s a safe assumption to make.

The stranger started up a conversation about having found a missing phone that supposedly only had this messenger app on it - something I found to be highly unlikely, but okay, I’ll bite for now. I let them talk about wanting to return the phone and being unable to, raising an eyebrow at how strange the tale sounded. When I tried to inquire more into their identity, they deflected it fairly easily with excuses of being ‘just a student studying abroad’ and that they’re Korean… as though that’s supposed to placate me, somehow. They asked me to help them find the owner of the phone by going to an address (the only one, in theory) that was saved in the device, and, for the third time that day, I found myself doing something that I normally wouldn’t do.

I said yes.

When I input the address into my GPS, I found it to be in one of the nicer portions of town. Well, that was either a good sign… or a very, very bad one. I’d already passed the stop to get there easily, so I just hopped off at the next one and rode another bus back to the area. It didn’t take me too long to get there, and on the way I sent my cousin a text letting her know what I was doing. May as well warn someone about my recklessness, right?

Ollie [17:23] Hey, I’m trying to help someone return a lost phone. I don’t know either of the parties personally, so… if you don’t hear from me in an hour or so, try to reach me, okay?

Ollie [17:24] This is the address:

Soomin [17:25] K… this is rly weird for u. stay safe plz

The apartment door I stopped at was plain, the only thing making it stand out from the rest being the rather large password lock on the handle. The sight of that, as well as the engraved ‘RFA’ right above it, made me feel even more uneasy about the whole situation.

Unknown: Are you there? ^^ See. Nothing strange.

Unknown: Is there a password lock on the door?

I… don’t know what to do. How should I answer? This is just so strange, a situation I’d never thought I’d find myself in. Well, I was supposed to be returning a phone, so I rang the doorbell. No one answered, so I knocked, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other and glancing down the hallway. The more time that passed, the more the dread in the pit of my stomach grew.

McOllie: Uh… no. I don’t see one. Maybe I’m at the wrong place?

Unknown: That’s strange.

Unknown: There’s really nothing?

Unknown: There’s nothing to put in the password?

I sucked in a breath; no going back now. Typing out my answer, I chewed on the inside of my cheek while I waited.

McOllie: Nope, nothing here. Could you have sent me the wrong address?

Unknown: …

Unknown: You sure?

Oh my god, why did they keep asking? It’s like they knew I was lying. My eyes widened as it dawned on me that they probably did. Shit. I gotta get out of here.

McOllie: No, there’s nothing here. I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ll be able to help so I’m just… gonna go now.

Unknown: Really?

Unknown: That’s strange.

Unknown: I see with my own eyes that…

Unknown: You are standing in front of a password door lock.

Unknown: Are you going to continue lying?

My blood ran cold as I read those words; fuck, what had I gotten myself into? This was the exact reason I’d always stuck to the straight and narrow path in the past, for fear of danger or ruining my carefully planned future.

Shutting off my phone and shoving it in my pocket, I pulled the hood from my sweater over my head, glancing both ways before quickly turning on my heel to head back to the elevator. My reflexes aren’t particularly quick, so I didn’t have a chance to stop my forward momentum before I crashed into his chest. Jerking back a little too quickly, I pin wheeled my arms to try to catch my balance. He reached out one hand, placing it on my shoulder and quirking an eyebrow at me. A black mask obscured the lower half of his face yet I could tell he was smirking at me by the way one of his eyes was slightly crinkled. His hair was bleached to the point that it was nearly white, excluding the tips, which were a very pale pink. Bright red eyebrows drew attention to his eyes, which were a very unusual shade of green - something I’d almost call a mint color. He was taller than me, though not by more than an inch. Our frames were similar but he was much skinnier than I, something that made his strength somewhat unexpected. The grip on my shoulder was tight, almost to the point of hurting, and he didn’t release me when I regained my footing.

“Well, that plan failed,” he murmured under his breath, his eyes raking over my body in a manner that made me feel very self-conscious. Subconsciously I crossed my arms over my chest, though I had nothing to hide, it was just reflexive. “I’ll have to find someone else. Although,” he continued thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side and reaching forward to lower my hood. Running a hand through my shaggy dark brown hair, he continued the movement down to pinch my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head to the side and staring at me. My eyes flickered down the hall, silently praying for someone, anyone to find us and save me.

“You’re rather handsome. I could get rid of you, but that’d be a shame. What should I do with you?” Retracting his hand, he pulled down his mask, smiling at me coldly. “What do you think, Ollie?”

I recoiled from the use of my name; that meant something I hadn’t wanted to admit even as all signs pointed to it: this was planned for me from the beginning. “I suppose it’s too much to ask for you to let me go?” I asked weakly, already knowing the answer. Should I be fighting him right now? Honestly, I probably should, and god knows I’ve taken my fair share of self-defense classes, but for some reason I can’t bring myself to raise my hand to him.

High-pitched laughter rang out, echoing in the empty corridor to form a weird playback effect that left my ears ringing. “You’ve seen me, so that’s not an option. Hmm. You know, he has an assistant; I think I deserve one as well.” The pause seemed pointed, as though he was waiting for me to say something, but I stayed silent. His eye twitched in annoyance before he said in a bored tone, “that would be you, Ollie. You’d be my assistant.” Moving his hand from my shoulder down my arm to grasp my wrist, he pulled me closer, his black leather jacket falling off of one shoulder to reveal a rather creepy looking eye tattoo. His eyes were trained on mine, an intensity swirling deep inside of them as he narrowed them. “What do you say? Wanna come with me to paradise, where you’ll find true happiness, and be my assistant? I promise I won’t hurt you… if you listen.” He cackled again and I flinched at how loud it was this close in proximity, my hand shaking at my side. I was scared shitless, but I was also… fascinated. Intrigued. I felt drawn to him in a manner I couldn’t comprehend.

Was this it? The end for me? Had I spent all those years at home, working so hard at school so I could be accepted into SKY University and travel to the country my mother was from to study, only to throw it all away? So far I had managed to achieve every single goal I had laid out for myself and my life was going the way I had planned, up until that moment. But I wasn’t happy. Not at all.

Maybe I needed something different. This was my chance to completely change everything.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded curtly. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

A flash of surprise rippled across his face before it was replaced with glee, and he spun around, pulling me toward the elevator. “Wonderful. Let’s not waste another moment then. A man like you deserves to enter paradise immediately.”

[thepolyesterprince-blog]

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IM GONNA SET THIS IN MY MODERN CANON ADAPTION (so modern radio verse) AND I JUST WANNA SAY, BC I KNOW IT’S NOT ON HERE AS A QUESTION

HERB IS A REDDIT TROLL

HE’S TROLLIN’ THE TROLLS THAT TROLL TROLLS ON REDDIT

J U S T S A Y I N ‘

SOCIAL  MEDIA .

TWITTER  NAME :  PROBABLY @bigherb BC HES TERRIBLE (that’s probably taken and he’d just do a keyboard smash on the numbers to make it unique while threatening the life of whoever has it) NUMBER  OF  FOLLOWERS  ON  TWITTER : .... PROBABLY UNDER 50 LOL WHAT  DO  THEY  POST  ABOUT ?: REALLY AWFUL THINGS. like. it’s probably all just complaining tbh ??? all problematic views and complaining about how sensitive kids are these day and blah blah and PROBABLY REALLY NOT OKAY POLITICS TBH but if you dig far enough down in there you’ll find O N E tweet that’s @ lucille’s twitter that he posted on their aniversary that just says mth silly like “i love you lots gorgeous” or smth and WHY AM I GOIN OFF ABT THIS STOP ME FACEBOOK  NAME : Herbert Ruggles Tarlek the Second (BECAUSE LIKE I SAID HE’S TERRIBLE) NUMBER  OF  FACEBOOK  FRIENDS : HE’S PROBABLY ADDED EVERY CLIENT HE’S EVER HAD SO LIKE.. . OVER 1K PROBABLY also he won’t actually just add hot girls bc he feels a lil bad abt it and he’s not sure why so instead he accepts the ones from those like, bots with almost topless girls as the profile pic HE KNOWS THEY’RE NOT REAL BUT THAT’S THE POINT, IT’S JUST FOR LOOKS............................ WHAT  DO  THEY  POST  ABOUT ?:  basically the same as his twitter but worse, ALSO HE’S SUCH A DAD ON FACEBOOK, i would hate his FB page if i saw it, just saying, but redeemable qualitues include content regarding his children (CUTE LIL VIDEOS OF BUNNY & HERB THE THIRD STAB ME) INSTAGRAM  NAME :  U KNOW WHAT I BET HE ALSO MAKES THIS ONE @BIGHERB BUT HIS KEYBOARD SLAM FROM TWITTER IS T A K E N AND HES SOO MAD ABT IT he probably send whoever has that one hate mail for weeks NUMBER OF INSTAGRAM FOLLOWERS: LIKE MAYBE 40 SMTH??? WHAT  KIND  OF  PICTURES  DO  THEY  UPLOAD ?: HIS INSTA IS A TERRIBLE PLACE MADE TO MAKE HIM LOOK COOL which uncludes picures of him in front of expensive cars he does not own that are cropped just so you cant tell it’s on a lot and just generally AN ARRANGED LIFESTYLE LOL and also his face is in 89% of the pictures bc he’s vain and a prick SNAPCHAT :  tarlekchats TYPE  OF  PICTURES  THEY  UPLOAD  ON  MY  STORY :  his snapchat is probably just for his friends, like all his other social media he;s TRYINNA BE AWESOME AND COOL AND DRAW ATTN TO HIMSELF SMH but his snapchat is just given to ppl he deems friends and its like, personal stuff thats actually real, like lil videos of the kids or pictures documenting his day with mildly funny (if sometimes problematic) captions that are usually v salty (but u can sorta tell hes kinda kidding) TYPE  OF  PICTURES  THEY  UPLOAD  DIRECTLY  AT  PEOPLE : i don’t imagine he does this often but he probably will send something to his closest friends sometimes, probably pictures of like, something really ugly and the caption is just “it’s you” OR on the rare occasion of genuiness he’ll just send something to someone if it reminded him of them

MOBILE .

TYPE  OF  PHONE  THEY  OWN :  ITS ABSOLUTELY AN IPHONE, ITS THE NEWEST ONE, HE THINKS OWNING AN IPHONE MAKES HIM COOL AND BETTER THAN ANYONE WITHOUT AN IPHONE AND HALF HIS REDDIT TROLL BATTLES ARE AGAINST THOSE “ANDROID FANBOYS” AND PROVING WHY HE’S BETTER FOR HAVING AN IPHONE IM GONNA KILL HIM, 5  LATEST  PEOPLE  THAT  CALLED  HIM :  a client, lucille, a client, mr. carlson, andy WHO  WERE  THEIR  LAST  5  MISSED  CALLS  FROM : THEY’RE ALL FROM LES AND THERE MIGHT BE ONE FROM HIS DAD that he couldnt bring himself to answer bc even though he felt he SHOULD want to he didnt bc he wasnt in the mood to convince himself they have a healthy relationship bc it was like rly late bc his dads inconsiderate of timezones ?? IM GONNA SHUT UP ABT THAT NOW CUZ IT MADE ME SAD LOL LATEST  TEXT  AND  WHO  FROM :  "Can I see you in my office in five? I’m calling a meeting!” - Mr. Carlson LATEST  PICTURE  THEY  TEXTED : PROBABLY A PICTURE OF LIKE, A THING IN A STORE TO LUCILLE LIKE “is this the thing you want me to buy” BC HES C L U E L E S S and he hates grocery shopping LATEST  VIDEO  THEY  TEXTED : I RLY DONT KNOW TBH OML i dont even think he knows u can do that HES LUCKY TO TEXT PICTURES TYPE  OF  PICTURES  ON  THEIR  PHONES : MOSTLY PROBABLY THE KIDS AND LUCILE AND LIKE..... JENNIFER LOL. but he almost nver takes pictures w his phone tbh TYPE  OF  VIDEOS  ON  THEIR  PHONE : HE NEVER RLY TAKES VIDEOS OML if he did it would like be of him grilling smth bc he thinks hes Cool ANYTHING  ON  THEIR  PHONE  THEY  DON’T  WANT  PEOPLE  TO  SEE :  PROBABLY,  there’s candy crush and he makes fun of ppl who play it but he’s secretly addicted AND NO ONE CAN KNOW also there’s probably at least one inappropriate photo that was for lucille JUST SAYIN 5  MOST  USED  APPS :  reddit, browser, CANDY CRUSH (and/or angry birds tbh), A MIRROR APP, twitter WHO  THEY  CALL  MOST  OFTEN :  ITS PROBABLY LUCILLE, ASIDE FROM VARIOUS CLIENTS WHO  THEY  TEXT  MOST  OFTEN : ANDY OR BAILEY not bc he wants to but bc they’re the most Hip of his friends and they text him (and everyone else) a lot LATEST  VOICE  MESSAGE  AND  WHO  IT’S  FROM : “Herb, I know you’re hiding from Mr. Carlson, but it won’t work. I know where you are, and I want you at my desk now.” -Jennifer WEBSITES  THEY  VISIT  MOST  OFTEN : REDDIT, youtube, and ??? maybe a cheat site for candy crush LOL BACKGROUND  PICTURE  ON  THEIR  PHONE :  ITS PROBABLY A SERIES OF BROADWAY ACTRESSES, NOT BC THEY’RE HOT BUT BC HE’S A FAN OF THEIRS, BUT IT ALSO SERVES AS LOOK MY LOCKSCREEN IS WOMEN THAT ARENT MY WIFE” orrrrr ITS A PICTURE OF BUNNY

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[aleksvnder-blog]

[ nervous sweatin ] .... what do u mean i’ve lowkey had this written since i got accepted ... haha wyd ...., lsiten hello ! it’s ya girl rat baby ( van ) & u can catch me chillin ( like a villain ) in australia ! i’m so pumped 4 this group u actually have no idea ... i’m so lit ngl ?? anyway lsiten i’m boring but .. idk if u think i’m cool enough ( what a fuckin joke ) i can give u my sk*pe .., anyway i need 2 stop ramblin abt me & start ramblin abt my mess of a son, aleksander !

✱ ∘ ° ━ [ thomas hayes ] did you see that foreigncr has joined NERVE ? irl, he is known as aleksander tveit, a twenty year old cis male from oslo, norway. inside the game, he has 9.9k watchers, mostly because he has paired up with any fc to complete their dares. the chemistry major is the isolato of chicago for being adept & telegenic, as well as taciturn & saturnine. oh man, i hope he survives.

so ! aleksander ! my .. fuckin mess of a son tbh

( perfectly fluent in english but chances are he’ll start talkin shit in norwegian )

he was born in oslo, norway, to two teenage parents who didn’t quite know what to do. they knew that they loved each other unconditionally, though, and they loved their son, so with the help of two wonderfully helpful sets of grandparents, they raised aleks into a home filled with love. he was never showed anything but sheer, unadulterated affection and warmth, and as a result, he grew up with a very strong idea of what love is, and he refuses to settle for anything less than what his parents have showed him.

his school life was remarkable. from an early age, aleks showed incredible proficiency in every single science possible. biology, physics, chemistry, you name it and he was brilliant at it. his aptitude for sciences and maths was, and remains to be, absolutely incredible. literal einstein ?? my clever boy i luv him

as a young child, aleks was everything you could ever want your son to be. he was talkative, INCREDIBLY intelligent, caring, selfless, and just ??? fuckin top-notch son ??? brilliant child ???

but because i luv torturing all my halfway-happy muses, shit fucks up when he turns twelve. his parents decide to take him on a drive, and end up in a single-vehicle collision. both his parents are killed on impact, but aleks miraculously survives -- albeit with a broken nose, six broken ribs, and a broken arm. 

he’s instantly put into his grandparents’ care, and is put into counseling for ptsd. from that moment, he completely closes off to the outside world. to his grandparents, he’s still the same sunny, lovely aleks, but to anyone else he’s completely different. 

it’s around this time that he really begins to shove all his energy into science, and he literally lives in the labs. legit if u wanna take him on a date just take him to a science lab ??? give him some chemicals ??

anyway !! enough w the tragedy tbh

the rest of his life kinda blurs together, in a giant mess of college and counseling and grief and alcohol ( at merely seventeen, he was bordering on full-blown alcohol dependency ) and jesus he’s just a wreck for a while

but anyway he’s less shitty now

modern-day aleks !!

he currently lives in a spacious, but dingy little flat in chicago. his kitchen is usually a mess bc he uses it as a lab, and the entire place smells like chemicals. his landlady keeps on saying she’ll kick him out if he doesn’t get his act together, but she’s too soft on him to do it. plus, when he does clean up and cook, he always brings some down to her.

deep, deep, deep down, aleks is a complete sweetheart ?? like he’s so soft it’s unreal ?? he’s only rly soft w his landlady, his grandparents and his girlfriend/boyfriend who he does his dares with ( ! wanted ! connection ! )

he’s a chemistry major w a minor in astrophysics bc he’s still the cleverest fuck ever ?? don’t ever get him started on science bc if u ask him abt things he will legit light up ?? he gets rly excited and talks so fast he slurs his words and trips over them 

he’s v v v v closed-off n kind of an asshole to ppl who rly don’t know him well ??? he doesn’t ever speak much n he just kind of ?? idk ppl think he’s an asshole it’s chill

( is he an asshole ??? sometimes )

he’s v introverted n tbh bein around lots of ppl tires him out so he just kinda hangs out in his lab n his apartment

he used to drink a lot to deal w things but now he only drinks socially ?? he smokes like a chimney tho 

will 100% talk shit in norwegian abt u if u piss him off

he started doing dares to kind of deal with the grief he still has over his parents ?? when he’s doin dangerous shit he isn’t thinkin abt them as much and he kind of ?? doesn’t care if he dies or anything because it means he’ll see them again and he doesn’t rly believe in heaven or that shit but he believes in being reunited w his parents and that legit fuels him

loves doin dares tbh ?? he’s reckless n messy n he gonna die

he probably has most of his views based on the fact that he’s lowkey the prettiest boy to ever walk this earth ...... ppl just wanna look @ him doing things and he never bothers wearing his glasses when he’s filming w alina

liste n ,,,, tumblr probs will fuck me up n not lemme message anyone so ,,, hmu for plots ??? i ahve a few lil ideas that i’ll shove here bc why not

i get rly rly rly nervous abt askin for connections like this but .... give him a bf/gf ...... give him someone who sees nothin but how soft he is n how wonderful he is ..... give him someone who puts up w his anti-social spells and is happy to sit on the counter while he experiments ....... give him someone who makes him feel human ...... lsiten the poor boy needs it tbh ........ chances are he’s like 100% in love n thinks it’s the kinda love his parents had n is just !!! so heart eyes !!!! ia m W E A K

ppl that think he’s an asshole bc he’s so closed-off ( lmao they aint wrong but ) ??? n they try to get him to open up but he jsut snaps and fucks off home to go blow smth up ?? idk he’s easily provoked and will actually snap so easily if u irritate him

ppl that he shared flats with when he first moved to chicago maybe ?? he moved when he was eighteen and wasn’t exactly rollin in money so he lived in a few dingy flats & probably lived with legit so many ppl ..... yes give him all the old roommates u can imagine ( whether they got along or not ... yikes ) 

his best friends who deal w him n luv his messy ass ??? best friends who drag him out and make him have fun and 99.9% of the time he actually loves it ??? listen he’s lonely !!!!! this boy is so lonely !!!!!! give him some good friends

give him exes .., give him lots of exes n one-night-stands tht fucked up bc he has issues make it his fault i luv torturing him ???? he kinda hates commitment n here’s the bit where i project all my shit onto him bc he emotionally disconnects after like 2 weeks ?? unless he rly rly rly likes u he’ll just .... stop being emotionally involved n it frustrates ppl and i wanna write shit like that and jsut make aleks uncomfortable

tbh jsut throw shit @ me i luv plottin i luv connections gimme a cool connection n chances are i’ll never shut up abt them xoxo