#i thought i was done being emo but then this video comes along

[mamabearneeds-her-dietcoke]

omg I need more johnnie please🙏🙏

of course pookie😈

enjoy🤸

For the sake of this fic, lets say u live with Tara and your lives are pretty similar. just go with the flo bbg😼

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT FORGIVE ME PLEASE😔😔😔😔🙏🙏🙏🙏

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You're at home editing a video for your channel when you get a call from Johnnie. "Hello?" You answer your phone and put it on speaker, your attention focusing back on your computer screen.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hangout with me today? I'd be vlogging." He asks. "Yeah sure. I need to finish editing this video though. It won't take long but if you want to head over here you can." You say.

"Sounds good. See you in a bit." He says. "Ok byee." You hang-up and turn your phone off. You were pretty excited to see Johnnie, you liked him, how could you not? But you weren't sure if he liked you.

You sigh at your thoughts and continue editing. This new video for your channel was something you had filmed with Jake and Tara, you two girls had him do what the two if you would do in a day.

Tara comes into your room. "Can I borrow a top?" She asks, already heading towards your closet. "Yeah go for it. Johnnie's gonna be here in a bit by the way." You say.

"Ooo." You look up to see her big smile. "Shut up." You laugh. There was a knock on the door. " Can you get that please? Im so close to being done with this." You turn your attention back to the computer as Tara agrees and goes to get the door.

"Almost done I swear." You say as Johnnie walks in your room. "Take your time." He sits down next to you, watching as your eyes move across the screen. You finish and close your computer with a sigh. "What should I wear?" You stand up and walk to your closet.

"Is it hot out?" You ask, looking through shirts. "I mean kinda but the temp is always high in LA, so." Johnnie says. You look to him with annoyed face as he scrolls on his phone. He catches your gaze. "Just wear what you normally wear." He says. "Well yeah but like what shirt, what shorts, what shoes and accessories? Not to mention i still need to do makeup." You say facing your closet again.

You hear Johnnie get up and stand next to you. He flips through your shirts, picking one out and then opening the drawer of your dresser and grabbing a pair of shorts that surprisingly match. He walks over to the little desk where all your accessories are. He picks one of the chains you got from his shop and two others. He then grabs a pair of earrings you once mentioned were your favorite.

He sits everything on your bed. "I'll be waiting on the couch." He walks out and closes the door behind him. You laugh quietly to yourself and change, along with doing your makeup. You check yourself in the mirror, this outfit now one of your favorites.

You walk out of your room, walking the familiar halls while on your phone. "Ready?" Johnnie asks. "Yes. What do you think?" You do a little spin, earning a small smile from Johnnie. "It looks good. I would've try and make you look bad." He playfully rolls his eyes as he stands up.

"We're taking my car." You say. "Okay." Johnnie turns on his camera and follows you out the door. He's talking as you climb in and turn it on. "We're getting Starbucks." You say. "Do i have a say in anything today?" Johnnie playfully says. "Nope." you smile as you make your way to the coffee shop. "Do you want anything?" You ask as you pull up to the driveway.

"Not really no." He says. "You sure?" You glance to him. "Yeah." You turn back as you pull up to the speaker. "Hi, can i please get a (your order) and a venti iced water?" You get told the price. "What's the water for?" Johnnie asks. "It's for you." You say handing your card to the person at the window.

"Why?" You hear the smile in his voice. "Cause I wanted to get you something." Once you got your drink you pulled out. "Y/n just bought me a water even though emos dont drink water." Johnnie says to his camera. "Emo or not you should stay hydrated." You quickly smile at his camera before looking back to the road.

"Where we going?" You asked as you pulled up to a stoplight. "We could go to the mall?" Johnnie says. "Good idea." Your phone was playing music when one of Johnnie's songs came on. During this moment Johnnie was also talking about something to his camera.

You were singing along, not really paying attention to anything but the road. "You know the lyrics to my song?" Johnnie asks. "Of course I do! Your music is my favorite." You say arriving at the mall. "Really?"

"Yes Johnnie. I'm pretty sure I know almost all of your songs. Number one fan." You laugh lightly at the end of your sentence. "Let's go spend unnecessary money." You climb out and walk along with Johnnie. "Where to first?" He asks. "Uhm, Let's go to Spencer's I need a new shot glass." You say.

"Just a shot glass?"Johnnie says, laughing. "Maybe, I don't know." You smile at him as you make your way to the shop. You walk in and head towards the glasses. Johnnie walks off, looking at shirts.

You have a glass in your hand and you're looking at mugs when you feel a tap on your shoulder. "Hi?" You turn to a man. "Hello, I just wanted to say you're very pretty and I was wondering if I could take you out." He looked like the kinda guy that would leave you at the movies with the excuse of having to use the bathroom.

"Thank you, but I'm not interested." You smile and try to move past him to get to Johnnie. "Why not?" He grabs your arm, stopping you. "I'm not interested in you, please leave me alone." You pull your arn out of his grip with a tug.

"God you're such a bitch." He mumbles. "Fuck off Jackass." You say back. He turns around quickly facing you. "What'd you just call me?" He says. "You heard me." You're a bit shorter then the guy, but if he took of the shoes you'd be about the same height.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that whore." He says. "Oh I'm the whore? You look like you have at least a couple girlfriends and a side hoe for each one." You see a ringed hand on the guys shoulder pull him back.

"Back off man." You hear Johnnie's voice. "Is this your bitch? Get control of her." The scoffs and walks off. "What dick." You scoff. "Here I'll pay." You grab the two pairs of sunglasses in Johnnie's hand. You're already at the register before he can protest.

You noticed Johnnie stayed closer to you after the encounter. You walk through a couple more stores, picking out a couple pieces of clothing here and there.

You decided to stop by barnes and nobles to see if anything had caught your interest. You were glancing through pages of different romance books(😏) when Johnnie cane back from a different section. He was reading over your shoulder. "You read this kinda stuff?" He whispers, his face close to your ear. "Some of it's not terrible. I like the ones where the guy isn't like a complete over powering dude. Y'know like the simp kinda guys who do anything the girl of his interest wants." You glance to him, your faces inches apart.

"Anything?" He whispers. "Anything." You smile and move away, setting the book that was previously in your hands back on the shelf. After a couple more minutes of browsing you have two books and start to walk to checkout. Suddenly, the two books are snatched from your hands, and Johnnie checks out.

You walk up to him as your books are being put into a bag and handed back to Johnnie. "Here you go." You take the bag and roll your eyes, its a well known fact between all your friends that you hate when people pay for you. You don't want to waste their money. "I could've bought it myself." You say. "I know. But you didn't so." The two of you make your way out the mall and back to your car.

Once you make it back to your house, you carry your bags in and plop then on the floor. "You mind of I take a shower?" You ask. "No go for it." Johnnie shoves off his shoes and plops on your bed. "Make yourself comfy." You laugh. He smiles and turns on his phone as you make your way to the bathroom. While your in the shower Tara walks in to your room.

"So did you have fun?" She asks sitting at the end of the bed. "Yeah lots. we got some clothes and she got some books." Johnnie says. "Have you made a move yet?" Tara asks with a smile. Johnnie glances up from his phone to the girl. "No." His eyes move back as Tara rolls her. "C'mon on Johnnie." He was about to protest but the shower turned off and the bathroom door was opened. Tara quickly grabbed something off your vanity as you walked out.

"Borrowing this pallet for a sec." She says as she walks out and you walk in. "Okay." Johnnie looks up to see you wrapped in your pink towel, walking towards your clothing bags. You pull out one of your new hoodies and you walk to your dresser to find the rest of whatever you want to wear.

After getting dressed you decide to put on a little perfume to help with the new clothes smell. "Which one?" You hold up two bottles, asking for johnnie's opinion. "I don't know." You walk towards him and hand him the bottles. "Pick your favorite." He sets his phone down as he smells the two. "This one." He hands you it, along with the other.

You spray the one he picked, leaving the other bottle someplace you'll forget. Grabbing one of your two books you lay down on your stomach next to Johnnie and open it up, starting to read. The longer you read, the more caught up you get in it. You don't notice the long glances stolen, once again admiring the way your eyes focus.

"You're staring." Neither of you heard Tara sneak up to the doorway. You look up confused as she smiles. "Anyways I'm going out with Jake. See y'all later." She closes the door as she leaves. "How's the book so far?" Johnnie asks. "It's amazing. I'm loving the guy so far." You say, quickly looking up. "What's he like?"

"A lot like what I explained in the store, but he's also just a tad bit cocky." You say. "Really?" "Yeah, like he has this bit of confidence around the main character but she can make him like melt in seconds." Your attention is focused back on the book.

Couple minutes later your phone dings.

tarbie💕

so what yall gonna do??

you

quit it omg. nothing.

tarbie💕

nothing yet you mean?😏

you

we'll see😝

You smile as you set your phone down. "Who's that?" Johnnie asks. "Tara." you say. "What's she talking about?" "Mind your business mr. nosey." You laugh. "My bad." He smiles. "What all have you gotten for your vlog?" You ask, grabbing the flattest object on your nightstand to use as a bookmark.

"Not a lot." He says. "Wanna do something?" You ask. "Like what?" He says. "I have an idea. C'mere." You stand up and head to the kitchen, hearing johnnie follow not to far behind.

You make it to the fridge and stand on your tip toes, grabbing the binder on top. You turn to face him. "Let's bake something!" You smile as you open the binder, looking through the pages. You don't notice the smile on his face, taking place watching you happily look through all the recipes you collected over time.

"Muffins?" You ask looking up to him. "Yeah sure. Let me grab my camera." He walks off as you grab the ingredients and set them out. "Me and y/n are gonna make muffins, i dont know what kind." Johnnie talks to the camera as he sets it up.

"Blueberry." You say. "Can you grab the red bowl from the bottom cupboard please?" You ask grabbing measuring cups. "Yeah sure."

"Would it be ok if i streamed on twitch? I haven't been on in a minute." You say. "Yeah go for it."

After you get everything set up you start the stream, waiting for people to join. "Hi guys! I know i haven't been on in a minute but I'm here with Johnnie and we're making muffins!" You smile.

"She has a shit ton of recipes and she chose muffins." Johnnie says. "You agreed so we're doing muffins i dont care what you say." You grab bowl and the flour, checking how much. "One and a fourth? Do i even have a fourth cup?" You rummage through your measuring cups. "Surprise I do!" You walk back over to the bowl. "Here mix the dry ingredients and I'll mix the wet ones."

"I need music." You say halfway through pouring milk into a large measuring glass. "Alexa play playlist one." You say. Music starts up, filling the silence. You walk over to check the chat.

xxx.johnnie- Are you guys together?

emmobarbie- i love this song tbh

blusws.hgs- @ xxx.johnnie no but they def should be

xxx.johnnie- @ blusws.hgs they definitely like eachother i can sense the tension from here and I'm in the UK

darndestthing- @ xxx.johnnie NO FR

"Someone asked if we're a couple." You say with a small laugh. "Did they?" You hear him say from somewhere behind you. "Yeah. Another person responded saying no but they def should be." You say, looking back to him.

"Should we be a couple guys?" You ask looking through chat.

kornonthekob- i literally thought they already were and just didn't say anything 😭

jakesdietcoke- YESS YALL WOULD LITERALLY BE THE CUTEST COUPLE!!!

blusws.hgs- @ jakesdietcoke THEY WOULD ONGG

xxx.johnnie- @ kornonthekob me too😭

darndestthing- i think id combust if they became a couple

emmobarbie- @ darndestthing like in a good way?😥

jakesdietcoke- @ darndestthing real honestly

darndestthing- @ emmobarbie yes😭

"Everyone says yes." You say, moving back to mixing your ingredients. "You got the dry mixed?" You ask. "Yeah." You walk over to him, pouring the wet mixture on the dry. "Mix that while I get the blueberries." You say. "Yes ma'am." Johnnie says with a smile. You laugh and make your way to the freezer, remembering to turn on the oven. As you grab the bag of frozen blueberries, someone donates and sends a message.

"darndestthing donated $3.33, you guys honestly are so cute together, i wanted to ask if you could pose for a screenshot? you guys are my fav love you!" You set the bag on the counter. "Thank you! We love you too. C'mere." You drag Johnnie closer to the camera. "Do a hand heart with me." You hold your hands together, making a heart and posing for a screenshot.

"Hope that was good." You say. As you start folding the blueberries in the batter, Johnnie is grabbing a pan and the song he did with jake and scuff comes on. "Oh I love this song. Alexa turn up." You say, immediately singing along with the beginning vocals.

"Didn't we listen to this this morning?" Johnnie asks as he sets the muffin tin on the oven. "Yes it's literally one of my favs." (this is me talking i actually love this song sm go listen to cut me clean if u haven't alr😝)

Johnnie walks over to check chat as you place muffin liners in the pan.

kornonthekob- emos r so hot

emmobarbie- like i was nothing in the first place😝

hannahmay33- she literally only likes the song to get closer to him.

blusws.hgs- @ hannahmay33 girl what💀

xxx.johnnie- @ blusws.hgs is she being fr?💀😭

blusws.hgs- @ xxx.johnnie i hope not

hannahmay33- She's pretending to be close to him so she can date him and use him for clout.

kornonthekob- @ hannahmay33 NAHHH💀

jakesdietcoke- @ y/nl/ntherealest u seein this?

emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 fake fan‼️‼️

hannahmay33- @ emmobarbie how am i a fake fan?

emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 bc if u were a real fan and actually watched them you would know they've been friends forever. ur not johnnies gf so quit💀

jakesdietcoke- @ emmobarbie OHHHHHH🗣️🗣️🗣️

kornonthekob- @emmobarbie DEVOURED

"Theres a lil argument going on, someone mentioned you." Johnnie says. "Bro." You walk over reading all the comments. "Jesus hannah may wtf crawled up your ass." You laugh. "I'm not using Johnnie for clout, I've known him since he was ten get over yourself. kornonthekob you're so right emos are hot."

You watched Johnnies reaction on the screen, not turning around. He whipped his head with an eyebrow raised. "What'd you say?" He asks as you turn back around. "I said emos are hot." You say grabbing the bowl with the batter. "Really?" He says. "Yeah." You start putting batter in the tins. "Yes that includes you." You said before he could speak.

You hide your smile as he turns the camera. Once the muffins are in the oven, you start cleaning up. Your putting away the last of the stuff when Johnnie comes back out with the sunglasses.

"I picked out matching ones." He says handing you a pair. "Oh fuck yeah!" You put them on. "Wait put your back to mine and cross your arms. "Cool kids who?" You say. "Somebody screenshot that and send it to me you say.

Your dancing around the kitchen to the music playing as Johnnie reads chat.

blusws.hgs- oo she a dancer fr😝

emmobarbie- johnnie thoughts on hannah may?

jakesdietcoke- GET IT GIRL‼️‼️

kornonthekob- just accidentally ate vaseline

darndestthing- @ kornonthekob we all have our moments

blusws.hgs- @ emmobarbie shes obvi his gf

"My thoughts on hannah may? if anything I'd be using y/n for clout she has more of a following. and quit acting like my girlfriend." Johnnie says.

"Yeah he has a girlfriend already." You say moving next to him. "I do?" He says looking to you. "Yeah." You say. "Who?" He looks to the screen then back to you, visibility confused.

You kiss him, quick but sensible. "Me." You turn back and continue dancing as Call me maybe plays. He looks back to the screen, shocked.

xxx.johnnie- OMG??

blusws.hgs- NO WAY

jakesdietcoke- DOES THIS MEAN THEY'RE TOGETHER

darndestthing- IM COMBUSTING WHAT

kornonthekob- WOOOOOOO

emmobarbie- @ darndestthing LMAO QUITTT BUT ME TOO

xxx.johnnie- WHOOP NEW COUPLE ALERT‼️‼️

jakesdietcoke- IM ASTONISHED

blusws.hgs- @ xxx johnnie WHOOP‼️‼️‼️‼️

Johnnie moves to you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer, stopping your dancing.

emmobarbie- OH???

kornonthekob- WHEN IS IT MY TURNN😩

xxx.johnnie- THEY BOUTA KISS AGAINN

jakesdietcoke- is this a dream? am i dreaming rn

blusws.hgs- @ jakesdietcoke nope

His lips connect with yours, your hands holding his face as he kisses you, not intensely but you don't want to stop. The timer for the muffins rang, and you pulled away, looking at him. You kiss him once more before going to pull them out. "Oo these muffins look good." You say. You turn the oven off.

You walk over to check chat.

emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 SUCK ON THAT

jakesdietcoke- @ emmobarbie LMAOAOAOA

blusws.hgs- please i cant w this chat😭

kornonthekob- was the kiss good?😏

emmobarbie- @ kornonthekob 😭😭😭

"kornonthekob yes it was thank you for asking." You laugh. "Ok im impatient im eating one now." You grab one and bite into it, doing the thing when somethings just a little too hot. "These are so good." You say, taking another bite. "Are they?" Johnnie asks. "Yes. we're basically bakers." You smile.

Eventually you end stream, and you're sitting back on your bed with Johnnie, his arm around you as you're watching a movie. You feel Johnnies hand lightly touch your jaw, moving your face to look at him. His lips meet yours, what was slow kisses, turned into a faster pace.

You pull away for a second, looking at his features in the dim light. "Who knew you were such a good kisser?" You say. "I practice with my shower wall." He says, earning a laugh out of you. You kiss him once more before turning back to the tv.

You end up falling asleep on him, sleeping through the night in his arms. Tara found the two of you still wrapped up in eachother the next morning and decided to leave you alone, but not before she got a good picture.

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peace out luvas 🤸🤸

[seireitonin]

Familar

(Nina and Toby based off a comment I got on a video a year ago :3)

The day started like normal. The two killers waking up from their long night out in the woods, hunting people and proceeding to do whatever they wanted after.

Nina lifts her sore body out of bed and looks over at Toby, who’s still sleeping. She smiles softly, rubbing his soft brown wavy hair.

Speaking of hair, hers was a mess from the night before along with Toby and herself being wild sleepers. She makes her way over to the mirror, looking in it as she sucks her teeth. Tangled and matted pink and black locks making a mess on her head. She was so tired last night she didn’t put a bonnet on, this morning she pays the price.

She pulls out her phone playing one of her playlists quietly to the point where she could hear it, but hopefully not disturb her sleeping partner in crime.

She looks into the mirror again, her dark skin looking dull and washed out, eye bags visible. Nina groans as she didn’t take her makeup off either. She takes a makeup wipe and violently rubs her face. Nina knows it’s not good for her skin, but she was already burned with huge scars from the smile she stupidly cut for Jeff when she was 13, so she didn’t care too much.

She starts to take a brush and yank it through her hair, just wanting to get this tedious process over with, dropping it loudly on accident.

“Shit!” She whisper yelled not wanting to wake Toby.

He stirred and woke up anyway.

“Morning, Ni-Ni!” The brown haired man spoke to her, his voice rough but cheerful to see her.

“Heyy ,Tobes!” Nina replies back with a nickname of her own.

“Damn your hair looks crazy as hell…” Toby’s usual no filter coming through.

“Thanks, Toby…” Nina replies sarcastically.

“Told you to keep your bonnet by your bed but hey…”

“No one asked you!”

Toby chuckles as he loves messing with her, like he does with everyone, but he messes with Nina out of love.

He watches her comb out her matted locks, her emo music playlist playing as he watches. Nina is so focused on her task she’s not singing the words as usual. It’s rare for her to be this focused. They make small talk about the night before as Nina finally finishes her hair.

“Finally!” She tosses her brush on the vanity, throwing her head back and lifting her arms in victory.

“Congratulations! Not so bad when you have me to entertain you.”

“I guess…” Nina teases. But they both know she agrees.

She takes a look in her mirror and spots a hair tie next to her brush on the vanity.

“Haven’t done this in a while….” She starts to put her pink and black hair in a high ponytail, a hair style she hadn’t done in years, feeling slightly nostalgic.

Toby watches her, a memory flashing in his head. Where has he seen that hairstyle in his past? What girl did he know that wore her hair like that? Obviously Nina wore her hair like this often in the past, but it’s not her he’s thinking of.

He zones out, thinking about it. He remembers a girl playing music as he watched her put her hair up a long time ago. The slight smell of vanilla filling his nose. He can’t remember her face, who she is, her name. Nothing. But he remembers that hair style. A long blond ponytail. The thought brings him comfort. Blonde hair and the smell of vanilla and soft humming coming from her as she wraps her hair in the black ponytail holder. What song was it? It had to be from 2009 at the latest…..God, what he wouldn’t give to remember right now.

He remembers her voice being soft. Holding her hand as they walked down train tracks. It couldn’t be a girlfriend. Not only was he too young but he was bullied in school. There’s no way he’d have one. Not till Natalie when he was nineteen and now Nina at 29. So it couldn’t be that.

Toby thinks of the warm feeling that arises in him. A family member? His mom? A cousin? A sister? Did he ever have one? He can’t remember for the life of him.

But he remembers that hair style. Looking at it as she got ready. Looking at her long blonde locks as she held his hand and guided him. Feeling them between his fingers as she held him. But he can’t put a face, a name an age on her. Nothing. Just soft humming and blonde hair with warmth in her heart.

“Did I…have someone?” Toby thinks to himself still zoned out. “Did someone before Natalie…love me?”

Nina’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Toby! I was talking to you for the last ten minutes! Ugh I feel so stupid now! I didnt know you were zoning out!” Nina exclaims. She’s not upset or anything. Just teasing him.

“Sorry! I was just….thinking of someone.” He trails off slightly.

“Oh? Who?” Nina asks, tilting her head slightly, ready to listen to what he has to say.

Toby hesitates. Not wanting to explain what he can’t even remember. “No one important.” He shrugs it off. He knows in his head that’s not true, but he doesn’t want to dwell on it anymore.

“Oh…uh… want me to make breakfast?” Nina asks trying to get his mind off what could possibly be causing him discomfort or distress.

“Yeah! That would be nice.”

She takes him softly by the hand, leading him to the kitchen. Toby looks at her back. Her long ponytail flowing down it. The familiar feeling lingering in him. Someone taking care of him with a pony tail. How could he even explain that?

“….So nice….” He repeats to himself softly, letting the girl he loves with the ponytail, guide him.

Just like he’s done before. Just like he can barely remember.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello! I’ve never done a matchup before, so I’m sorry if it’s too much! Could I get romantic Star Rail, Demon Slayer, and Genshin matchups? ^^

Pronouns/Sexuality: I use she/her pronouns! My sexuality is a bit complex right now, but I know I fall somewhere under the asexual umbrella. I'm not quick to catch feelings, but when I do, I’m whipped. In terms of romance, I'm attracted to masculine presenting people (ex. cis men, trans men, and non-binaries!)

Zodiac/MBTI: Gemini / INFP

Appearance: Brown eyes. Slightly below shoulder-length denim blue hair with blonde ends - my hair is typically swept to the side, covering my right eye. I stand at 5'1" and am slender for my height. I have pale skin with a few beauty marks on my neck and the side of my face. My fashion style leans toward goth/emo, and I have a few ear piercings, along with a septum piercing!

Personality: On a first impression, I come off as intimidating and aloof. I’ve had friends tell me that I looked like I wanted to kill them when we met and was surprised as I'm really just unsure about how to socialize and unintentionally appear unfriendly. Beyond that, I'm a laidback and open-minded individual. I tend to reflect too much, unconsciously psychoanalyzing myself/others. I'd describe myself as a pessimist, and my thoughts can sometimes dwell in dark places that I get stuck in sometimes. Isound monotonous, which I find hilarious because I tend to deliver the darkest jokes with a straight face, leaving people confused. I often playfully pretend to have a god/superiority complex; I'm known for my biting sarcasm, snarkiness, stubbornness, and occasional sassiness. However, I'm also logical and prioritize thinking with my head before my heart. My demeanor can switch between being playfully sarcastic and being timid and awkward, depending on how well I know someone. I have a tendency to be a people pleaser, even going so far as to sacrifice my own well-being for people I don't even know well. I’m a good listener, but I severely lack charisma.

Likes: Drawing, sword collecting, history, playing/watching video games, writing, TTRPGs, rain/thunderstorms, my five cats, metal/rock music, the colors blue/purple/red, the moon, and star-gazing.

Dislikes: People who can’t maintain an open mind, the color green, being in the sun, doctors, heights, and people who are immature, blindly optimistic, or excessively loud.

Extra Information: I'm scatterbrained and forgetful with doing certain things (ex. Taking medicine, eating breakfast, etc.) I also tend to do better with people similar to me, personality, interest, or backstory wise! But also maybe someone who would push me to leave my comfort zone or pull me out of my pessimism.

Thank you! ✨

Hi! Oh my goodness! It's so exciting being someone's first matchup request! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

Caelus matches your sarcastic nature well. However, while you’re more open about saying those things out loud, Caelus is more the type to keep them to himself, until you’re alone.

Then the sass comes out in full force as you both talk about your days.

Caelus is reasonably mature and open minded, so arguments will rarely happen. He also strikes me as a bit of a people pleaser. But don’t think that will stop him from expressing his opinion.

Video game dates! Caelus loves video games and is pretty flexible about what you play. Whether it’s a multiplayer where you’re on a team or facing off, or a single player where you take turns with the controller, Caelus just enjoys sharing one of his main hobbies with you.

Will take you stargazing. The Star Rail is great for that since there’s stars everywhere you look. But Caelus also enjoys finding good stargazing spots when you get to a new planet.

There’s always a whole new sky to look at and you can learn about it together.

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Giyu’s another one who loves your sarcastic nature. He thinks it’s a nice change from the overly optimistic people he’s surrounded by on a daily basis.

Your stubborn streak is something he’s more familiar with. Between Inosuke and Tanjiro, as well as the other hashira, there are a lot of stubborn people in his life.

He can be a bit close minded sometimes but, as shown when he accepted Nezuko, Giyu can open up to ideas that he’s initially sceptical of.

Not a loud person and appreciates that you’re not overly loud either. He enjoys being able to spend quiet time with you reading or watching you draw.

His favourite moments are when you’re relaxing together and there’s gentle rain outside. He can very easily fall asleep like that.

I see Giyu as someone who doesn’t mind cats. He resonates with them. They remind him a lot of himself. So needless to say, he will get along well with your cats; he doesn’t pester them but he’ll give them affection when they approach him.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Diluc enjoys being able to spend time with you. He appreciates the peace and quiet after time spent in the Angel’s Share. Whether that involves watching you draw, reading something you’ve written, or relaxing in silence, he loves every moment of it.

He’s also glad you’re a good listener because after a shift at the tavern, Diluc enjoys talking about all the patrons he encountered. It’s a good method of decompensating.

He likes your cats but he’s not sure whether he genuinely likes them or because you like them. Either way, they remind him a lot of Diona which leads to some interesting interactions.

Like Caelus, Diluc enjoys stargazing with you. He’ll take you into the vineyards where no one will disturb the two of you and lay out a blanket to rest on.

In a house as old as Dawn Winery, there’s sure to be a decent collection of swords. Diluc is more than happy to let you add to it as you see fit. He’s happy with his claymor but it can’t hurt to have a selection at hand.

[txemrn]

Is your Ethan one to “hate” his birthday or he just doesn’t care/remember it?

How do you HC his parents used to celebrate his birthday pre and post Louise leaving?

When he was dating someone, did they do something for him on that day? What about his friends from med school?

Now that he’s with Tatum, does he care more about it? What do they normally do on that day?

What would he choose as his best birthday/gift?

Hey, anon!

Thank you so much for sending me this Ask! 🖤

I'm sorry I'm so late in responding; I literally have a WIP that answers some of these questions, sitting in my drafts. I thought my fic would be done by now, and all I would have to do is just attach it to this Ask... but ... here we are. 🤣

Anyway, here are some answers from my HC. Enjoy!

Ethan hates his birthday, and he hopes that no one remembers it.

I HC his birthdays as a boy were very traditional, all-American, and a reflection of coming from of a lower middle-class/working class family. His mom would make his favorite meal and his favorite cake; she would also prepare something special to take to school to celebrate with his class. Both Louise and Alan would go shopping for one big gift, like a video game or Legos. When Ethan turned double-digits, he was allowed to have friends stay over night, complete with junk food and pranks.

After Louise left, there was obviously a huge hole left in both Ethan's heart and his father's. The birthday after she left, Alan tried his best... but everything was a reminder that "Mom didn't do it like this." [Insert Ethan's angsty emo phase (IT'S NOT A PHASE!)] Ethan pulled away, especially on birthdays and holidays. For his bday, we would go out with his friends to get his mind off of things, but he wouldn't mention it was his bday. He would come home late to a cupcake from a bakery and a small gift, usually including a book.

Oddly enough, Tatum was the first girlfriend to spend a birthday with him. And if you are a reader of mine, you'll get to read about that first birthday... and how he celebrated his birthday in med school. 😉

He still hates his birthday, but he has warmed to allowing Tatum love on him on that special day. (This will sound weird and maybe even selfish on her part) Tatum's love language of how she loves others is gift giving... and she married a man who hates his birthday and doesn't want anything. Perfect. So, allowing her to celebrate his birthday is him being vulnerable; it's his way of loving her. Now... homegirl doesn't go overboard. Every year is different for his birthday: she usually bakes something, but Ethan chooses everything else (ie playing board games; cooking together; picnic/hiking; etc).

Favorite gift: this is honestly the hardest question. I have a good idea of what it is, but I'm not sure yet... but I can say that it doesn't come along until after Ramsey 2.0 is born. LOL

Thanks again for the Ask! I appreciate you so, so much!

[tanqram]

Lin Yanjun cried twice on the day of the results were announced. The first time when hearing his own name called, and the second time when embracing his brothers.

[hopeless-ro-simptic]

Familiar Cerulean Eyes- pt 20

Click here for my Masterlist. Part 21

Warnings: NSFW, terrible smut, lots of fluff as well, cliffhangers. The usual. 

Word Count: 4.9 K

I’m sorry for how long this took. 

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 To say that the beta’s of the pack were excited was an understatement. Both Toga and Twice had taken it upon themselves to separate you and Dabi immediately, much to Dabi’s complaint. There was even hint of happiness radiating off of Kurogiri, no matter how faint his scent was.

After whisking you away to her room, Toga had immediately set into riffling through her closet, chattering away at top speed as she did so.

“I had picked this up awhile ago, I was saving it for something special and I think this works.” You eye’d her suspiciously as she pulled out a short white dress, simple in design but still gorgeous in your eyes. It was something you would have picked out yourself.

“And you just so happen to have picked out a white dress for me?” Her smile only widened at the accusation clear in your question. You couldn’t help but wonder just how long the Beta’s had been discussing this idea.

“Oh and one more thing!” She pulled out a shoe box and you could only groan, fear of what was inside making you pull away from her a protest on your tongue.

“I promise they aren’t that bad! You only have to wear them long enough to walk down the aisle.” You only narrowed your eyes at her before sighing and peering into the box. God those were high, but it wasn’t like this was your first time walking in heels. Rei had made sure you had learned how to manage in fancy clothing, insisting that one day it would come in handy. You knew that she had meant it in a different way, so that you could be comfortable at the many balls and gala’s that heroes attended. That you would have attended had you of stayed at Shoto’s side.

Still… she was right. It was useful information regardless.

You didn’t put up too much of a fuss as Toga flitted around you, insisting on helping you put on the dress and heels before she sat you down in her bathroom on an old rickety chair and started to pull out makeup products and hair products. You were surprised to find that she had a whole slew of makeup stowed away just for you, like she had been hoarding it just for this moment. You couldn’t help but feel your heart stutter at the sight, noticing the blush on her cheeks grow at your warming scent.

You let her expertly handle your makeup, surprised at just how adept the teenager was, to which she only stated she watched a lot of videos in her free time. And after everything was completed on the face, she went to tackle your hair, grooming it to perfection just the way you liked, until finally she stepped back and let you take in what was facing you in the mirror.

It was very rare that you truly felt pretty, especially within the last few years. Shoto had never outright told you if he found you attractive or not, and even though Touya told you several times when you were kids, you sometimes didn’t believe him.

Looking into that mirror, all dolled up, with the tought that Touya, your Touya was alive and waiting for you just in the other room…

You never felt prettier.

“I never thought I’d get to do this…” Toga was rubbing her eyes, like she was trying to keep herself together. It dawned on you just how important this was to the beta. Sure, you were the one getting married, but for the head beta in a pack, which without a doubt you knew was her even without anyone coming out and saying it, setting up a wedding or a bonding party was one of their highest honors.  

You turned and reached towards the beta, pulling her against you and wrapping her in a tight hug, nuzzling her scent gland and letting out a contented purr.

It was something that Shoto had mentioned that some of the UA kids did with the Beta’s in their class. He had been so shocked when he came home from school one day, explaining that he had accidentally walked in on one of the stand-offish alpha’s of the class, scenting the class’s most outgoing beta. You had been confused asking if this was out of the normal, only for him to look at you with equal confusion before clarifying that no, it was a normal show of acceptance, a show of friendship, something that packmates did quite regularly. It was only shocking because this particular alpha was known to be extremely rude and insisted he hated all of their classmates, including the bubbly beta and when Shoto had announced his presence the alpha immediately blew up on both him and the beta, figuratively and apparently literally.

At the time you had thought it was weird, the thought of being that close with someone other than your alpha. Of being comfortable enough with someone else to actually want their scent on you, in seeking comfort from that person and providing comfort back.

But holding the Beta in your arms, inhaling her scent and pushing out yours, feeling the exact moment that she stopped being a statue and melted into your arms, returning your purr with one of her own, one that sounded like she was holding back tears, you completely understood.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered into her ear, feeling the beta let out a pup like whine to which your omega only purred back to.

The two of you only separated once a loud pounding on the door shattered the moment, Twice’s head sticking through the door with his hand covering his eyes as he spoke.

“Are you guys ready yet? We’ve been waiting forever- Oh my gosh are we having a cuddle sesh? Can I join?.”

You didn’t get a word in before the tall beta was in the room wrapping the two of you up in a bone crushing hug as he hummed in delight. You couldn’t help but laugh, enjoying the bubbling scent of the beta’s surrounding you.

All at once Twice pulled away, looking you up and down letting out a low whistle as he rested his arm on top of Toga’s head, leaning against her.  You noticed the annoyed look she sent him and had to stifle your laugh, his face possibly more serious than you had ever seen it.

“Are you ready? Cause we’ve got alcohol to get to and a wedding to drink.”

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“In the armmms of an angellll .” Twice’s voice rang out loudly through the bar as he wrapped an arm around Shigaraki’s shoulder’s serenading the leader who just rolled his eyes and accepted the Beta’s attention with his ever-present frown, drink in hand.

“fly away…“ Dabi’s low singing voice in your ear had you curling further against him on the couch, laughing slightly as you nuzzled into his scent gland inhaling deeply.

The actual ‘wedding’ had gone by in a blur, Twice insisting that he was ordained and was able to legally pronounce the two of you married, which you highly doubted but it wouldn’t matter. You doubted the two of you could get the paperwork notarized without getting arrested anyways. Still the Beta’s had insisted that everything was done according to the book, even going as far as having Toga be your maid of honor, Shigaraki begrudgingly being Dabi’s best man, and most hilariously, Spinner being both the flower girl and the ring bearer. Kurogiri had even escorted you down the aisle before taking his spot next to Shigaraki.

And Twice had in fact convinced Dabi to at least put on his nicest pants, a black button up that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a loosely done black tie. As close to a suit as you were going to get.

Though no one could stay serious for the vows. You hummed happily at the memory of Dabi’s mischievous eyes glittering as he vowed to always provide his services while you were in heat. To which you responded with a vow to give him the attention he needed when he was being clingy. His pout in response as well as the scoffs of laughter from the other alpha’s had you preening.

Now two hours later, everyone was sprawled out around the bar. Toga laying down face up on the counter swirling her drink as she drunkenly sang out with Twice, who currently had Shigaraki in a lose choke hold as he sat with his back to the counter, ignoring the beta and lost to a conversation he was having with Spinner about the mechanics of a newly released video game and how they were ‘mind blowing’. Even Kurogiri was leaning against the counter, staring down at his drink in his hand with what seemed like a smile.

After about five whole minutes of dancing, which was way more than you ever thought you would get out of him, Dabi had sprawled down ontop of the couch, and drug you down ontop of him, wrapping you up in his cacoon of warmth, as he hummed along to the songs that were coming from someone’s phone, each one taking a more depressing turn than the last but still hyping everyone up.  

And that is where you all had sat for the last hour or so, drinking, laughing, chatting and singing. Having the best time that most of you had had in a long time, the mixed contented scents of everyone making a delicious concoction that kept the mood going.

You could feel the deep rumbling of Dabi’s purr underneath you, starting to lull you to sleep, responding only to your own softer lighter purr of contentment as he took a drink of his whiskey before setting his glass back down on the floor beside the couch, his fingers cold from the ice as he slipped them into your hair, playing with the strands as he spoke.

“You smell like the Betas.” It wasn’t an accusation, more of a question resting in his voice as he watched you with peaked interest in his eyes.

You knew he had to have been stewing on the question for a minute now, curiosity burning at him, and you let that curiosity burn as you hummed softly in response.

“And they smell like you.”

“Mhm.” Was your response, nudging your nose against his neck again, feeling Toga’s stare from across the room even with your eyes closed, could hear her shift up into a sitting position.

“What? Are you cheating on me with the betas now? And on our wedding day?” His question was met with a snort, amusement lighting up his face as you lifted your head to peer at him.

“You mean to tell me I can’t scent the beta’s of my own pack?”

You felt it more than heard it. The way that everyone went quiet, their attention shifting to the two of you, even if they weren’t actually looking. The only one out and out staring was Toga, a look of reigned in hope crossing her face. Anxiety creeping softly into the scents of everyone in the room.

You mentally rolled your eyes, somehow knowing everyone’s thoughts. You knew no one had out and out said it yet. They didn’t act like a pack, not most of the time, and several of them would probably argue against the mere idea, but you knew deep down that’s what they were. Even if they didn’t scent each other and have a big pack nest. Even if they kept secrets from each other and fought.

Even if they were all a bunch of villains.

“Pack?” Dabi repeated the word softly, his eyes only focused on you, too many emotions to count running through those eyes as his thumb stroked your cheek, his fingers tangled in your hair.

You just simply nodded, laying your head back against his chest and closing your eyes, releasing more of your contented scent as you snuggled against him.

And everyone seemed to have relaxed with that simple answer. Moved on from that conversation and continued with their celebrations. Everyone other than Toga who was still staring at you with awe, only becoming distracted when Twice maneuvered his way over to her and pulled her off her perch on the counter and spinning her into a clumsy dance, laughing as she started to belt out to lyrics with him.  

You just melted against Dabi’s chest, purring away as he played with your hair, feeling nothing other than pure bliss as you were surrounded once again with the happy scents of your pack.

--

You were giggling like a lunatic as you beat your fists against Dabi’s butt as he walked. After awhile Dabi had suddenly gotten the idea that the party was over and it was time to take his new wife to bed. Something he had very loudly announced. At first, he had tried to pick you up bridal style, but after about five steps into the hall he had decided that was no longer fun and instead threw you over his shoulder, one hand sliding around your thigh and the other wrapping across your butt to hold you in place as he marched his way back to your shared room.

It wasn’t until the two of you were finally into your room with the door closed behind you that he finally set you down on your own two feet, his hands not leaving your hips as your laughter all but drying up at the hungry look in his eyes as they raked along your body. You couldn’t help but shudder, your mind wandering back to when you had first woken up in his apartment weeks ago, the look that he had given you so similar to the one he was giving you now. You didn’t recognize the look at the time, but you did now.

Like he was seeing you for the first time after years apart.

“Da-“

“Touya.” His right hand moved up to cup your cheek as he continued to look at you, blue flames burning in his eyes as he drank you in.

“I mean I can’t promise I’ll be quiet..” Your little joke had his lips quirking up at the edges, shaking his head incredulously at your ability to be shy one minute and bold the next.

“I told them … everything, while you were getting ready. Well other than Toga, but Twice has probably filled her in by now.” Your heart stuttered at his words, a smile blooming on your face as you looked up at him. Your fingers playing with his hair on the back of his head. He trusted them. The two of you finally had a family that you could trust.

You didn’t answer, instead lifting up on your tip toes and pressing your lips against his, his fingers at your cheek moving back into your hair, pressing you closer against him and deepening the kiss. He let you up for air for the briefest of moments, you barely letting out a giggle only for the sound to immediately be consumed by his mouth again as you felt him slowly walk the two of you backwards until the end of the bed hit the backs of your knees. At feeling you stop his hands dropped down to lift you up, wrapping your thighs around his waist as he crawled onto the bed, softly placing you down, not letting his lips leave yours, his tongue pressing against them for entrance which you willingly granted, running your own against the cool metal ball that had you clenching your thighs around him.

The low rumbling growl that escaped his throat had your omega purring back in response, wiggling slightly as his left hand roamed down your body, finding the edge of the white dress, and hiking it up, up, up, his right hand fisted into your hair as he broke your kiss, moving his lips down to your neck causing you to arch your back into his touch and rubbing his face against your scent gland. It was only after he had fully covered your scent with his own, his fingers finding your ass and digging in only to earn a chirp of protest that had him grinning wildly, that he finally pulled away from you, sitting back between your legs on his knees looking down at you, ignoring further chirps of protest from your lips as his hands moved up to loosen his tie completely. Your eyes hyper focused on the movement, your heart stuttering.

You stayed still, watching in awed silence as he pulled his tie from around his neck, leaning over you with his signature smirk as he gathered your hands above your head, sliding the silky tie around them and pulling it tight, earning a soft whimper from you that he hushed with his lips against yours for the briefest of seconds. He cupped your chin between his thumb and his finger, using his other hand as an anchor to keep him steady above you as his molten eyes latched onto yours, making sure your complete attention was on him before he spoke.

“I need you to be a good girl and be quiet and listen. I know that’s hard for you.”

You had a retort ready on your tongue, your face pulling into a frown and your eyes turning into daggers that only made him chuckle, leaning down to drag his tongue up your throat making your words die before they even had life. His lips stopped just above your own, his breath fanning across your face, the smell of cinnamon whiskey and smoke enveloping you completely which you couldn’t help but take a big inhale of, your eyes latched onto his lips, watching the way they twitched into a smile as he spoke.

“I love you, (y/n)” Your eyes snapped up to meet his, feeling your body warm up at the words, sounding foreign coming from his lips but like home at the same time. You wanted to repeat them back to him, but he continued speaking without giving you a chance, pausing only to litter small kisses and nips across your face as he did so, slowly moving down.

“I know I don’t say it enough, and that I am a complete asshole most of the time… and that you deserve so much more than what I can give you.” He paused at that one, his voice catching as he buried his nose against your scent gland again, taking in a deep inhale of your combined scents before he continued, his mouth moving down your chest as he does. You wanted to speak, to reassure him and tell him that he was everything you wanted, but you also wanted to hear what he had to say, so you stayed quiet, only purring softly to him as he spoke.

“And I’m sorry that I can’t promise you things that an alpha should be able to promise on their wedding day.” You started to cut him off this time, but he only placed a harsh bite at the flesh peaking out of the top of your bra, his fingers pulling the top of your dress down as he did so, a short gasp leaving your lips as he sucked on the spot, your hands twitching where he had them tied up. His other hand slipped back under the bottom hem of your dress, kneading the back of your thigh roughly, pressing his body further against yours caging you in as he let out another low growl.  This one a warning, a threat. A promise. If you weren’t going to be quiet on your own, then he would make you.

“I can’t promise you that we will never spend a night apart again. I can’t promise you that there will always be food on the table and a roof over our heads. I can’t promise you that we will ever be able to have kids or that I would even be a good father to begin with.” He kissed down your chest as he spoke moving towards your stomach, pressing his lips to the bunched up white fabric of your dress until he reached skin again, his lips igniting a fire in your blood, making you squirm under his touch. He paused right under your belly button, his eyes catching your own once again as he peppered light chaste kisses in that area, an apology in his eyes that made you wonder if he felt the same burn behind his eyes that you did at that thought.

“I can’t… I can’t promise that you will ever be safe.” You could feel the warmth growing in his hands as he talked, could smell the tinge of burning anger inside his scent only for it to dissipate as he pressed his nose against your hip bone, inhaling deeply. His hand that was kneading your thigh guided you to bend your knee so he could just turn his head and press his lips against it, nipping at the skin as he did so causing soft whines to leave your lips. His hand moving around to grip the outer side of your thigh, holding you in place, his other hand lightly fingering the scrap of fabric that was the waistband of your underwear.

You didn’t know why he was saying all of this. It was all things that you already knew, that the both of you had already talked about. Things that he already tried to use to get you to run, to get far away from him. To push you away. But it didn’t work. It didn’t work then and it wouldn’t work now. So why?

He didn’t give you time to verbalize your question, blue flames licking across your skin with only a feeling of mild heat, the fabric of your underwear burning away, the flames controlled with precision so not to burn anything else. You couldn’t help but hold your breath, your body tensing at what was to come as he let out a quiet hum of appreciation at the scent of your arousal, at the slick that was building between your legs. You watched with anticipation as his lips ghosted across your core, a wave of hot air spreading across you making you bit back a groan as his lips latched onto the inside of your opposite thigh instead, sucking harshly, teasing eyes watching your back shift off the bed temporarily.

There was an audible pop as he released the skin of your thigh from his lips, his canines glinting as he smirked up at you before he dipped his face down, blowing cool air right into your center causing you to close your eyes with a low whine, begging for him to stop teasing.

“But,” His raspy voice rang out, forcing you to open your eyes again, watching him as he licked his lips slowly, the metal piercing in his tongue shinning as a taunt, his fingers digging into your hips in bruising grips, as if preparing for you to buck him off.

“I promise that I will make life hell for anyone who tries to keep us apart.” All of the air was ripped out of your lungs leaving you gasping as he slid his tongue up your clit, circling it once before pulling it into his mouth with a sharp suck, his teeth lightly grazing across it before he released you only for his tongue to drop down to the gathering slick, coating himself in it before returning back to the already swollen nub with a groan of satisfaction.

“I promise that I will do everything I can to make sure you are taken care of, even if I’m not there.” His lips brushed against you as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing circles into your thighs, and his tongue returning its attention to your clit as soon as he finished his sentence, taking his time with you, dragging his piercing back and forth across the sensitive area like he had all the time in the world. The only thing keeping you against the bed was his grip on your hips, and the tie keeping your wrists bound to the headboard above your head.

“I promise that I will kill” his growl vibrated against you as he nipped your clit, causing you to buck against him with a loud whimper, a moan escaping your lips as he slammed your hips back down to the mattress, using his forearm across your hip bone to press you further into the bed as his other hand shifted to stroke his thumb against your entrance, spreading your slick around his rough skin. “anyone, that tries to hurt you.”

You probably shouldn’t be as aroused by the idea of that as you currently were, but you didn’t let your brain linger on that, couldn’t, as he slipped a finger inside of you, curling it to rub against your spongey insides, his tongue soothing the ache that he had created skillfully. You strained against the tie around your wrists, his name, his given name, leaving your tongue as you attempted to grind up against him, only for him to insistently hold you still to continue his ministrations, making sure you were dripping from his spit and your slick before sliding a second finger in, pushing pressure on your sensitive spot from the inside as he rubbed along your walls.

Your mix of moans and whimpers only edged him on, and every time you closed your eyes or tried to look away, he would reward you with a sharp tug of your clit with his teeth causing you to refocus on him with quivering lips.  The fire in his eyes feeling like it was spreading throughout your own body, radiating through you and making your skin hypersensitive.

“I love you, (y/n).”

You could feel a familiar building in your core, a coil that was winding tighter and tighter at his every touch.  One that had you gasping for air, trying to remind yourself to breath as you pushed your hips against his arm desperate for more, more, more. He gave just enough pressure on your clit to make you see stars the second that he removed it, his tongue languidly rolling across it, flicking his piercing like a pro and soothing any pain that you felt before he again pulled your nub between his lips, sucking harder and harder until you felt like he was sucking your soul out, only to release again and start the process all over. His fingers staying in perfect time with his mouth, long enough to reach all the right places, thick enough to stretch your walls in a way that had you panting and writhing underneath him. He was building you up and up and up with no regard to how far the fall would be.

“I love you, and I am completely, irrevocably yours.”

You vaguely realized what he was saying… the wording of it. The fact that the alpha between your thighs wasn’t claiming you in that moment, that he was doing the opposite. Submitting.

That realization tipped you over the edge.

For one brief airless moment, you were at the top of the rollercoaster, the view in front of you terrifying in its beauty, the knotting feeling in your stomach sudden as you realized you had no option but to hope you would survive the next few seconds. Then you were falling. Plummeting towards the earth at a speed that had you screaming out, not in fear but in ecstasy.

His name was a prayer on your lips as he guided you through your climax, helping you come down down down until you were a panting mess, pulling at the bonds holding you in place and arching away from his touch with a different kind of whine. Only then did he stop, placing soft kisses to your hips, your thighs, your stomach, messaging away any remaining tension in your body as he coo’d to you, telling you over and over again that he loved you.

Minutes later you bonds were off, and you were on your knees in front of him on the bed, purring away as his hands fisted into your hair as you returned the attention he so happily gave you. Enjoying your mate to the fullest.

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Your eyes fluttered open and you glanced over to Dabi’s phone, haphazardly tossed onto the side table in your shared room. You reached over glancing at the time which was both way to late and way too early at the same time, a groan on your lips as you pushed yourself up and out of bed, smiling when Dabi reached out for you with a soft groan of his own trying to get you back into bed, into his arms. You shifted your dress that had surprisingly stayed on the entire night, Dabi insisting you keep it on and that he loved you in white, before moving into the bathroom, taking care of business and finding a clean pair of underwear sliding them on. Your mind was on the fact that you really needed to clean up y’alls room, the bathroom especially, when the all too familiar sound of a wall being knocked in with some kind of explosionn rang throughout the air, panic shooting through your scent as shouting ensued, Dabi sitting up with a start eyes finding yours one word on his tongue.

“Run”

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i just think that valgrace. so much potential. so much chemistry

we have:

- best friends to lovers

- height difference

- jason being very strung up and leo being the exact opposite so they balance each other out

- leo always stealing jason's clothes even before they're together because they're really comfy and jason's not the most fashionable but leo's never cared about his clothes much (except he does care about these ones because they're his "best friend's" and it reminds him that he has people now,,, people that love him)

- and he wears one of jason's shirts to his workshop one day and he accidentally gets grease on it (because lets be real he has never owned a single item of clothing that didn't somehow get a grease or oil stain on it)

- and he's really upset because it's like he ruined one of his most precious items and jason let him have it (he took it one day while they were up late playing video games and he wanted to get comfortable and jason refused when he tried to give it back for ~totally straight and only friendly~ reasons)

- and he thinks jason's gonna be mad because what if he did want it back and he's gonna change his mind and never let me have anything of his ever again but he goes to the dining hall trying to subtly hide it but of course jason notices it because he's got a great vantage point on leo and he's always staring at leo but especially today because he's wearing his shirt and he always looks really cute after coming back from his workshop because he has dirt on his face and his hair is all messed up and he always comes back looking proud of himself for finishing a project or all jittery because he wants to get back so he can keep working or frustated that something went wrong (but that isn't very often jason thinks because leo's kind of a genius with machinery and he always manages to make the most amazing things)

- anywayy so jason notices and he doesn't say anything but he can see him staring and his eyebrows do that cute little furrowy thing that always happens when he's thinking about something and leo's just waiting for him to mention it

- meanwhile jason is looking at leo's shirt his shirt with grease stains on it—leo's signature look and he's trying so hard to keep from smiling like an idiot because now it looks like theirs—like it's a part of them both and leo's looking absolutely amazing in it in the light of the dining hall, highlighted gold by the sun going down and the torches set around for light

- he looks at his crisp purple shirt, now slightly wrinkled, with oil stains and he thinks it reminds him of their own friendship—how he's always neat and precise but leo relaxes him, he's not afraid of getting messy and he's not afraid to pull jason along with him and he never does say anything but he gives leo a random hug after dinner before he goes back to the workshop, which isnt that unusual because ever since jason realized that leo and piper didn't mind casual affection—in fact piper was always one to just drape herself around her friends and hang off of them because as much as she didn't like being an aphrodite kid she's always been a sucker for little ways of showing people you love them—jason hasn't stopped hugging them since

- leo was surprised at first when he started doing it but now he welcomes them because jason's hugs are so warm and it makes him feel home and so when he does so after dinner leo's only really shocked because this one is extra suffocating and he was expecting actually the opposite reaction but then he supposes he shouldn't really be so surprised because jason has always been the most understanding person he's met and he never gets annoyed with leo like others do, he's always just there waiting to help him or to hug him or to give him one of his oh-look-at-me-im-so-attractive-people-probably-make-paintings-of-me-just-to-capture-my-beauty smiles that is always so bright and soft and leo doesn't know how jason can always look so content when he's got so much weight on his shoulders (this definitely doesnt have to do with the fact that just being around leo makes him happy and he forgets all his responsibilities except making sure leo is doing okay)

- and when they are together jason sure as hell takes advantage of his staring privileges because now he can look at leo in his clothes and smile like a goof and it's completely normal boyfriend behavior and he absolutely never shuts up about how much he loves leo and ~maybe~ leo recognizes this and starts wearing more of his clothes just so he can get extra tight hugs because he's always been one for manipulating the system and damnit if this system of how he could possibly get the most love from jason is not the best thing he's ever gotten himself into

- and now i've gone on a very long rant about valgrace (oopsie) but im going to continue (with some nico !!!) because @transjasico has me thinking about valdangelace

- so nico doesnt have the same habits as leo does when it comes to taking all of jason's clothes because he hates looking small and he has a reputation to uphold and a ~style~ to keep (aka an emo teen that shops at hot topic)

- and jason totally doesn't start buying more black clothes because maybe he perhaps notices this (after all who is he if not constantly obsessing over his boyfriends and analyzing all the cute habits they have)

- and piper sees this change of clothing and gets a little worried because she just got jason to branch out a little from purple t-shirts that he somehow makes look like he's ready for a business meeting? and oh no what if while she was training him and telling him to ~find his own style~ she accidentally encouraged him to go goth

- so she's like /what have i done/ because while she teases him about it, nerdy jason is her jason and what if he decides to get a bunch of piercings now because that simply wouldn't look right (i mean of course he could pull it off but goth!jason would look simply off to anyone who had met him for more than two seconds and seen what a mom friend he is)

- so she asks him about it because she can not be responsible for jason breaking all of the goth little hearts in america with his new look (yes he just started wearing more black but piper thinks ahead okay she's smart like that)

- and he admits it to her and she just cackles in his face (and then suddenly gets serious because she's like okay i know you love your boyfriend but seriously this is not the style for you)

- but who's laughing when his plan works??? one night at the campfire nico forgot his aviator jacket and he's about to shadow travel to get it but jason is like no no no you're not gonna wear yourself out just to get a jacket and you can't just leave (a brilliant excuse if you ask him, because jason's a quick thinker like that,,,, and being around leo he picked up some of his scheming habits)

- but he's like *puts hand on nico's arm and activates his Serious Yet Loving boyfriend face" and goes: noo nico why would you do that when i have a jacket *whips hoodie off his lap with a flourish* right here :)))

- and nico's like ....okay sure :)

- and jason has an accomplished little smile seeing nico bundled up in his hoodie because not only is he warm but phase one of his mission is complete and now he just has to ease nico into stealing more of his clothes and he thinks he was really subtle but nico definitely knew what he was doing and he brought it up to leo who thought it was very cute to see conspiring!jason and hilarious that he was so determined for somebody to steal his clothes so when jason pulled out his jacket he made a little motion to nico like *go on take it* and nico rolled his eyes (without jason seeing of course) and activated his amazing acting skills so he could see his boyfriend look all proud of himself

- and now i've gone on another very long rant (i still blame you @/transjasico) but nico starts wearing them more because jason always does everything he can to make them happy and he thinks its worth it to see jason all smiley and they're very comfy and he does enjoy the extra bear hugs and the smirk leo gives him every time he sees him wearing jason's shirt but that's not the point

- okay now im done

the point is.... LET JASON LOVE HIS TWO BEST FRIENDS BOYFRIENDS OKAY

[goodieghostyarchive]

Wanna draw the femsides interacting with the OGs s o bad rn but alas, my hand refuses. So-

The reason they even m e e t is because Thomas bonks his head on someone else who a l s o has her own facets. It's weird, kinda bridges their minds in a way. Super weird. Don't think too much on it. It's either that or Thomas somehow wanders into a different dimension?? Which-is super confusing. Moving on

Each Side goes to their own respective place in the mind palace-only things are just slightly off.

First thing Virgil did was flop onto "his" bed. Probably to just lay there and scroll aimlessly through tumblr. And the second he does he glances up at the ceiling and there's this fckin purple emo chick just gawking at him. "...." "...." and then cue screaming and pillows being chucked back and forth and loud demands of "What are you doing in my room?!" From both of them

Eventually they tire themselves out and form a truce long enough to figure out something is real funky and he's not supposed to be there.

Patton ends up in the kitchen and-okay literally he just started helping Patti bake cookies and it wasn't until after they were done that they realized "I thought I was seeing double!" Right at the same time. Best friends immediately. They just keep baking and chatting and then they play video games

Logan figures out something is incredibly wrong right away. Everything is organized but n o t where he had placed them. The second Loren comes in they just ".... I'll grab a white board." Immediate theorizing. Logan finds Loren a little... overbearing, but he's fascinated with this whole thing

Roman and Remus find themselves together-which is definitely not the plan. But neither of them can sink out. Which is odd. They're on what appears to be a battlefield. And suddenly there's this armored figure right in front of them just, scrutinizing them something fierce. And t h e n this fcking cackling mad woman on a six-legged horse comes riding up spouting some nonsense about "fighting art block" and Romona just holds her hand up for her sister to grab so she can swing herself up onto the horse and resume the fight.

It's an epic fight. And after everything disappears into a blank slate Renée is just "... aren't you gonna poof the goobers?" "I didn't make them-I thought y o u made them?" And it's just a confusing thing all around.

Remus and Renée get along great. But Romona is more reserved-b u t appears to make an effort once Renée clears them.

Janus doesn't actually meet his counterpart until after everyone is brought together in the common room. Janice just, coming in all "And what is it that's so exciting that it's getting my girls all worked up-oh no. Several white men." Virgil hisses at her, of course. And Vi is just, "Dude?"

Janus and Janice get along v well. Though it appears like they don't with their catty natures.

Things are very different between all of them. For one thing, Loren and Janice have the most influence, with Creativity taking a backseat in most decisions.

Cut to Tabitha, the femsides' uh, person-she is not having a good time. There are too many thoughts. Overstimulated af.

The sides are eager to return to Thomas, who is thankfully napping

[nagdabbit]

MY GIRLFRIEND'S COMMENTARY WHILE WATCHING HER FIRST AEW PPV

"my entire fitness goal is hook's shoulder-waist ratio, but with taz's extremely dense neck."

"the funniest thing about wrestling is that this fucking company is trying to make something called a stadium stampede sound both cool, AND serious."

gf: "if you cry listening to a crowd sing judas again, im divorcing you." me: "so that means youre gonna marry me." gf: "i've been bamboozled."

about brian cage: "this man is a huge dork. like, literally, i could fit me in him."

"i dunno what it is, but i would die to protect mr. hangman. he hunk, but he also baby."

thoughtfully, "i bet i could just catch you out of the air like that. i mean, i can squat you, i could probably even curl you like that, too."

because she is deeply in wrestling twitter now: "HOOK! babe, look, its hook! hook hive, rise up!"

"what i love about this feud is that all these men are fuckin' idiots. no brain cells, just shoes and fwiendship."

"what do you mean their tag team isn't just the wild boys, wtf? missed opportunity."

"those kicks are ugly, but i would steal them, too, honestly." *thirty seconds of silence layer* "for you, babe. i'd steal them for you, i mean."

"jon, no, the germs, jon, jesus christ, please dont drink that jon you dumbass."

"i love eddie, but i'm pretty sure we should never hang out. too much extremely new york energy, we would get arrested in like ten minutes. possibly less."

"diorsday device is the funniest shit ive ever fucking heard, how goddamn sad is that."

"max caster is gonna get murdered, but i love him."

"i wish bowens and his extremely attractive boyfriend the best in life."

"colt cabana and tay conti are tied for best smile in wrestling, but tay wins because i dont want colt to kick me in the face."

"penta is the only joker i formally recognize."

"today i found out that some people don't like stu and uno, and to them i say get entirely fucked."

after rush came out and i lost my entire shit: "i don't fully understand yet, but i support you." *one minute later* "oooooooooooohh. okay, yeah."

gf: "i enjoy that cody is pushing ogogo by being a dumb bitch with this america schtick." me: "you gonna say that when cody wins?" gf: "...fuck."

"ogogo got that guy ritchie movie ass music you love to see it."

"you were right about cody and i fuckin' hate it."

"aw yeah, its big boi season."

about miro: "i'm very gay, but the thing is, men with extremely jacked traps just do something to me."

"lance changed changed the color of his extensions and i appreciate that." *thirty seconds later* "are those... three crosses? tattooed on his back? jesus doesnt like murder, i don't think he likes murderhawks, either."

"britt baker is the only dentist i want in my mouth. no, wait, don't type that one!"

"oh, fuck, shidas getting teary i'm gonna fuckin cry, oh fuck, i get it now, i'm so sorry i made fun of you, i love her."

"oh fuck, shida knee me directly in the face."

"britt scares me. like the blood drip details on her gear are really cool, but i would legit believe its real blood from her."

"are you really crying about britt and the nice announcer man hugging?"

"hey, quick question, just real quick while ive got you here... why is the emo twink... like this?"

"darby's dad looks like my dad, and i'll never be okay with that."

"i like that darby just yeets himself around like that. he came in like a wrecking ball. a tiny, tiny wrecking ball."

"sting just tossing his son around the ring like that is very good, but, sir, that's bad parenting."

"the thing about sky and page is that these are the suburb guys i beat up at the beach on summer vacation. they have big "i robbed these guys at the pier" energy."

"damn, darby just feels his emotion with his entire face, doesnt he."

"okay explain the gambling thing and WHY it's a thing."

"orange rolling into the ring is so fucking good, that man is national treasure."

after me showing her the video of younger orange cassidy shitfaced and holding a fish for no reason: "i am shocked and appalled that you're only showing me this now."

after explaining the history of the jansport: "the range of this dumbass."

"i get that kenny is good and all, but his hair really fucks me up. it's upsettingly bad and i hope he knows that."

"pac is just. so much muscle. flippy beef man. a meateor." she did specify how to spell it for the joke because it was important.

"that man is a weeb, isnt he."

"something about a man breaking a hold by putting his hands in his pockets really gets me hype."

"fuck just murder omega and be done i hate this, put it on the beef man or the juicey boy already."

"babe, ill be right back i gotta murder this callis bitch."

screaming, "THAT'S MY FAVORITE REF, YOU UGLY FUCK!"

after kenny won: "i fucking hate wrestling, this is bullshit."

"holy fuck, babe, i forgot mark henry was a wrestle boy! i know him from the olympics!"

"hey, is mark henry bigger than large paul?"

"mjf is a dumb bitch and i love him."

"hey, quick question, who thought repelling down the stadium would look cool, they're so far away."

"there's wardlow, my sweet boy. this is cool now."

she laughed for a solid two minutes at tony schiavone saying, "here comes the little guy."

"i fuckin hate hager. kill him wardlow, kill that crispy maga ass bitch."

"okay what's with the chairs." *after a brief explanation of the chairshot heard round the world* "and, like, he can't just pick a new gimmick? it's been two years, bro. move on, shes not coming back."

"okay, i admit that this is great and i love it, kill that old man on the dancefloor."

upon learning this is technically the main event: "you mean it's over after this? theyre ending the show on THIS? not the triple threat match, this?"

"i just noticed mjf's bedazzled jeans, i'm not angry anymore, this is perfect."

"no, more wardlow. gimme the beef."

"christ, sammy guevara is kinda incredible and i'm fuckin angry about it. why cant inner circle be just sammy and santana and ortiz, fuck the other two."

"no, shut up! i refuse to sing along to this! whats wrong with you?! this is a bad song!"

[nerdy-emo-royal-dad]

Voices of Silence

Based on THIS headcanon by @sidespromptblog 

Warning/s: angst?

~~~~~

Janus was a master of disguise. Everyone knew that. He could capture any side almost perfectly, from the clothes, features, actions, and even down to their voices.

As far as the sides were concerned only Deceit had this ability, and Logan preferred it stayed that way.

The logical side had discovered he had the same gift as Janus quite late along Thomas’ life; well... partly. Where Deceit could mimic practically everything about anyone, Logan found that he could only do their voices. 

After months of practice, he realized he could speak as the others’ better, more flawlessly, than a certain scaled aspect ever could.

Even with this marvelous discovery, Logic never made this skill known to the others. Aside from the confusion this would entail between him and Janus, there simply just wasn’t any reason for the embodiment of logic to posses or even use such an ability.

For years, he remained silent about this; focusing his attention on far more important skill sets like scheduling, research, databasing, and timekeeping; skills that were actually crucial to his role as Thomas’ sense of logic.

Eventually, it became as if he never had the ability to do that in the first place.

~~~

He remembers the first time it happened like it was yesterday. He was simply pointing out to Princey that pure originality was nearly impossible, only to be cut off by a loud and long shush coming from the royal side and Thomas himself.

It didn’t hurt. He didn’t even mind. Besides, it was daydream mode and Roman did in fact have all the creative liberty.

Needless to say he was still surprised when later in the day he found himself repeating those exact same shush sounds in his room. He had practically forgotten how it felt to copy another’s voice.

As he tested his long lost ability once again, he was reminded of the intriguing intricacies of the delicate art of voice mimicry.

It was fascinating how something as simple as “shh” could be so different for each person. He could feel the slight difference of Thomas’ and Roman’s very similar sounding expressions in his own vocal cords. He noticed how the minimal shifts in the movements of his own larynx made a large difference in enunciation, tone, pitch, and volume.

As a little secret, Logan decided he was going to hone this skill once more.

~~~

“You’re the least popular character, get over it.”

Logan did try not to think much about Anxiety’s little comment, but once left to his own accords it was quite hard to believe that those words didn’t sting.

Yet, he couldn’t help himself from repeating that exact line to the empty room in the exact same manor the anxious side did.

Again, and again.

Maybe he did it to practice? Maybe as a reminder to himself? Maybe to keep him in his spot? 

Every repeat was like a slap to his face, but gradually the pain got more tolerable, until he became numb to the sentence; willing the pinch he felt in his chest away.

At least now his mimicry had a purpose.

~~~

It didn’t stop there.

There were much more incidents that followed after that.

            “Shut your ever-flapping gobtalker.”                                     “Oh, hush sub-astute teacher.”  “Now is not a good time Logan.”                               “Shut up, Nerdy Wolverine.”

Every time he was thrown a phrase that stabbed at his chest he did the only thing he knew to wash away the pain.

He repeated it. Over and over, commanding his own vocal cords to produce sounds that weren’t his; he listened to every sentence with their voice until it couldn’t hurt him anymore.

And for the longest time, it stayed that way.

~~~

The viewers had been noticing that Logan had lost the energy he once had in earlier videos. He couldn’t blame them for pointing it out. It was true. 

With how much he had to numb himself how could it not be?

On the bright side, he’d perfected the art because of it.

The very familiar voice of Thomas calling brought him back to the present.

“Logan? You looked really spaced out there for a second bud.”

“Apologies, I was merely recalling a research I was doing a while ago.”

It was a bit concerning how easily he could lie nowadays. Maybe Janus was rubbing off a bit more than he expected.

Speaking of him, Logan brought his attention back to Thomas and the others trying to recall a certain line the deceitful aspect had said in previous videos. Apparently this line they wanted to remember was crucial to the current predicament.

They mentioned something about a blindfold, and prizes, and,

Oh. Logan had a better memory than he thought.

Without any second thinking, and mostly because their bickering was getting on his nerves and he wanted to get this over with, he uttered the exact lines they were looking for.

“Life is like a piñata, and you want that stuff that makes you happy, right? Well, then in order to get that stuff you must attack the piñata, but you’re wearing a blindfold right now...”

Logan went on to recite Deceit’s point word for word. 

Once finished he was met by everyone’s eyes locked on him with varying expressions on their faces; the most obvious being shock.

It wasn’t that Logic got Janus’ lines down without a single mistake, it was that he sounded exactly like him.

Not a few seconds later, his eyes widened in realization.

Before he could utter anything else, his ears received a rather loud question from Patton.

“Janus? Was that you the whole time?”

For a moment Logan wanted so badly to say yes, anything to get him out of there, but he lost his chance when the reptilian side appeared suddenly beside him, along with Remus popping up beside his twin as well.

“And I thought I was the only Lord of the Lies.”

     “Uhm, hey? Since when could you do this?”                 “How could you not impart this with us?”           “Do it again, teach!”                            “Logan, my logical side, how, what?”  ”Oohh, imagine what that throat could do...”                    “You owe us an explanation, nerd.”

Suddenly Logan was bombarded with a mess of questions, statements, and requests. Suddenly there were just too many voices all at once.

It became harder to identify which were coming from them, which from his mouth, and which from his mind.

See, Logan had his reasons why he never wanted to show them; why he fought so hard to hide it, keep it under control, suppress it.

But with every passing second filled with increasing volumes, varying tones, intonations, pitches, all directed at him, he began to lose his oh so heavily guarded contro-

“Can you stop?!”

The silence that followed after Logan clasped a hand on his mouth went on for what felt like ages; every side with their own unreadable expressions on their faces, but none showed as much hurt in their eyes as Patton.

He recognized those words and that voice right away.

They were his... and the cardigan-clad aspect knew very well who those words were for.

Logan did not dare move his hands from where they sat covering his cursed lips. 

He could feel his mind bringing back every sentence, every phrase, every moment of being silenced. He could feel his vocal cords contracting and relaxing, morphing and threatening to repeat every statement like he has always done.

In the spur of the moment, they could all but watch as Deceit forced Logic’s hand away from his lips; terrified but eager to know what the trembling side had stuck in his voice box .

Even he wasn’t prepared for what they heard that day.

“Oh hush sub-astute teacher.” ”This is a benched trial for you.” ”Shut your mouth or I’ll tear off your nipples and shove them up your nose.” “Shut your ever-flapping gobtalker.” “You’re the least popular character, get over it.”

It was Logan they could see talking, but it was always one of them they heard; and every time they did it felt like a stab to their own tongues. 

Every statement was captured perfectly, from the volume to the tone to the emotions, to their unique vocal qualities; as if they were brought back to the very day it was uttered.

Their amazement at Logan’s perfected skill was quickly replaced by anger, despair, guilt, regret, and a whole myriad of other emotions bubbling up their throats.

“Logan...”

No one had a chance at another word when the logical side sank down with a face none of them have ever seen on him, and one they’ll never forget.

A red-eyed, tear-stained face...

With his lips clasped shut.

Staring at the empty space where logic once stood, every other entity in that room had the same thought on their minds.

So this is what it feels like to be silenced.

~~~~~

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[piratewithvigor]

My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool 

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously. 

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged. 

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

[f33itan]

🎮👾Aʀᴄᴀᴅɪɴɢ Iɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛs👾🎮 (From my Wattpad)

FYI: F/N in this oneshot means "Friend's Name". I don't wanna choose the name because 1. that's restricting names of whoever you want, and 2. Im to lazy to come up with names every time. LOL- (Also, sorry if I kind of switch from 1st person, 2nd person and 3rd person randomly.)

Feitan POV:

"Hey Feitan! Go change, we're gonna go find an arcade!" Phinks yelled from the doorway.

"Shut up, you're, too, loud."

"Whatever, just change, we're leaving soon!!" Tch, that dude so annoying. Why cant I just read in peace? Finally found a good book, yet he just had to ruin it. Damn it. No point in fighting, him and Shal gonna drag me to arcade whether I change or not. 

A/N: Imagine him in something like that hehehe, or whatever outfit you want him to wear if you don't like that one. :)

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Your POV:

"We're finally getting a break, but if you keep taking your sweet time, were gonna be back in class before you can say, Y/N's a slowpoke!" F/N yelled in your face.

"Maybe if you get out of my face, I would go faster!" Even though you guys nagged each other 24/7, you guys were still the closest friends. You had known F/N since 4th grade, when you guys were partners for an animal project. At the time, you both loved lizards, so you both were excited to work with one another. Next thing you know, its college, and you guys both get into your dream school. (Insert college name) had been your goal for years, but its quite a lot of work. This was your first week long break, and you weren't trying to waste it on getting ready to go to an arcade. After you were finished with everything, you and F/N got into their car and drove to the arcade. They were blasting (Insert song name) and singing along, so you decided to record them.

"This will be funny to look back at later!"

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

After about 20 minutes, F/N parked and you both exited the vehicle. They stretched as if they've been in the car for hours, and you thought they were kind of exaggerating.

"Y/N, what if we find you a boyfri-"

"NONONONO I LIKE BEING ALONE NONO BOYFRIENDS NOO!"

"You and your social anxiety need to get out more!" You gave them a little "hmph" before heading inside. You guys played a couple dancing games, 2 player games, a 4D scary game, and some simple joystick games. After a while, you both decided to order some food at a bar, and sat down for a little break.

"What would you two like to drink today?"

(You) "Can I get a -insert drink- and a -insert food/snack- please?"

(F/N) "I'll have an orange juice with a cheeseburger!"

"I'll have your meals out shortly."

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

Feitan POV:

"Hey, look over there! Those people look nice! Maybe we should go talk to them!" Shalnark said. Man, socializing? No thanks. Just wanna get back to that damn book. Well, guess arcade has been kind of fun. I guess...

"FEITAN!!! EARTH TO FEI FEI!!!"

"Phinks, don't call me that."

"Whatever, come on let's go!" Why the heck they dragging me? Wait, why we heading to the people over there-

(You) "Uh, hello?"

"Hey! I'm Shalnark, and these are my friends Phinks and Feitan. We were wondering if you guys wanted to go play some arcade games with us!" Stupid Shalnark, being all friendly. Extrovert girl took fat bite out her burger and gave us a muffled "Sure, once were done eating."

Ew, messy. Guess their friends kind of cute though.. wait, WHAT?

-Small timeskip- also back to your POV :

After eating, you, F/N and the trio went off towards the multiplayer things, and you all decided to find some 4 player games. Each time somebody had to sit out, it would be one of the guys. Feitan always volunteered, but Shalnark made them all decide by flipping a coin. You and everybody else were starting to warm up to each other, when Phinks and F/N had an idea. While a 3 player game started, they both snuck off into a corner and devised a plan on how to get you and feitan to interact. Turns out both of you were quite introverted, and they both wanted you two to put yourselves out there and find a partner. After deciding on what to do, they went back to Shal, Fei, and you. You thought they were acting a bit suspicious, but you just shrugged it off.

"Hey Shal, F/N, lets go do something!" Before Feitan could join, reject, or even realize what was going on, Phinks was already dragging F/N and Shalnark in some random direction. Y/N and Feitan just stood there in silence.

"So uh, whhaaattss your favorite... game here?" Feitan just stood silent, staring at you. But, for some odd reason, the silence was comforting, and your thoughts eventually drifted off into the clouds... so much so that you didn't even notice him grab your hand and start pulling you throughout the arcade. Your body just continued moving though, and you didn't bother to question him. After about a minute of walking, you ended up in front of a little fishing game. (Imagine that game where there's that spinning knob thingy and you have to reel in fish with it)

"Wow, wouldn't expect the emo boy to like little kid games like this!" You laughed and gave him a playful shove, which he returned with a silly eye roll.

"Shut it shortie."

"WHAT? YOUR THE SHORT-" You froze. He moved swiftly behind you, lightly pressing his body against yours. He grabbed your hands and put them on the game joysticks.

"Stop, wasting time. Let's, just play, the game." Both of you were blushing, and you continued playing games and making silly jokes for a good hour or so. Little did you know, that Phinks, Shalnark, and F/N got so many videos and pictures of you two...

EXTRA: PHANTOM TROUPE GROUP CHAT ; ABOUT 1 WEEK SINCE ARCADE

Phinks: Hey guys, you won't believe what I have to show you.

Shalnark: Ahem, WE, and I have some too...

Shizuku: What? What's going on?

Pakunoda: Hm?

Hisoka: Oh, do tell~

Phinks: Feitan, you're here right?

                                                                                                        I don't trust you guys..

Phinks: You shouldn't

Machi: Are you guys going to show us or not? You got me curious.

Chrollo: Well, no point in making us wait. Please inform us with your "tea"                                               or whatever it is people say now a days.

Shalnark: Alright, prepare to get your minds blown!

~Phinks and Shalnark send all of the best photos and videos they got, and after a couple minutes of the troupe going through every single one, they started talking again~

Pakunoda: Wow, I didn't expect you to be the caring type Feitan!

Shizuku: I think they're cute together! (ᗒ◡ᗕ) ♡︎

Hisoka: Aw, shes so pretty, might just have to make her mine~

                                      Chrollo kicked Hisoka from the chat

Chrollo: I'm so happy, Fei has finally found a girl 😊

Phinks/Shalnark: When's the wedding?

                                                                                                      I'm giving you to count of 3.  

                                                  I'm gonna torture and kill both of you. Skin you alive.    

Shalnark: I have her number!                        

                                                                                                                                               No-                                                                                                                                                          

Word count (including author notes, etc:) 1244

Wrote January 20, 2021

[mtherhino]

One side, Two lives

Chapter two

Somethings off, something

First Next

Warnings: slight mention of eating disorder, I think that’s it though

He seems a bit off, Virgil thought to himself. He was honestly not very good when it came to emotions, so he didn’t really have a place to judge, but still. Virgil watched as the Prince went back to his room after his flamboyant wave. The Former Dark side shrugged off the others weird demeanor and put on his head phones. He as still very tired so he just selected MCR and put it on shuffle.

He decided to head over to to the kitchen, a light snack before dinner couldn’t hurt much. He passed Logan on his way there and saw that he was reading some kind of murder mystery book. Probably going to have a few scenes from that in Thomas’s nightmares tonight. Virgil grumbled a bit as he headed over to the fridge. It looked liked Patton was a almost done making dinner so he couldn’t eat a lot. He grabbed an apple from the fridge and went to sit on the counter.

Logan, somehow sensing him, he turned to the Anxious side and gave him a glare, to which Virgil just gave him a smug smirk. Ever since the others risked themselves by going to his room uninvited he’s become a lot more confident and open with them. It was honestly, nice, to have friend again.

Though as todays events came to mind his smirk turned into a frown. Deceit trying to make Thomas lie to his friend just to go to the call back had really stressed him out. Sure, he wanted to go to the callback to, but his friends needs where more important than his! I mean, if they found out Thomas lied for his own gain, they might think he’s horrible and wont want to be his friend anymore! What if-

“Virgil”

The hoodie covered side looked up to Patton who had a worried look on his face.

“Are you ok kiddo?” Patton asked. Oh, Virgil thought, I almost went into a panic attack. He took a few deep breath before looking up once more and giving the fatherly the side a small smile.

“Yah Dad, I’m fine, todays just been really stressful.” Patton gave a comforting smile, “ok son, well diners ready so could you please grab Roman for me?” “Sure pop star” he said as he jumped of the counter.

Virgil hummed along slightly to his music as he headed down the hallway. Romans room was pretty close to his, which Virgil found kinda odd since the farther along the hallway goes the darker the mind gets.

He stopped at the Princly side’s door and pulled off his headphones and opened the door just a crack. Soft humming came from the room and Virgil couldn’t help himself but to look in. He saw Roman siting on his bed, listening to what he could only guess where Disney song and oh so softly singing along.

Virgil was slightly amazed. It was so odd to see the flamboyant side being so calm and peaceful. Another odd fact however was that he had on sweatpants and and a dark grey crop top. Cute.

Before he could be amazed any further, Roman sniffed the air, probably smelling the pasta, and sat up. Nearly panicking, the purple side closed the door and knocked lightly.

“Just a minute!” Roman yelled from the other side of the door. Only now did Virgil notice that his ears where slightly red.

What the heck! Why are my ears so warm! He threw his hoodie over his head and silently panicked as too why he had thought cute when he saw Princy. It took longer than expected but eventually the Prince came out with a pair of loose jeans and a red t-shirt saying “royalty” it gold letters.

Why did he change? The anxious boy wondered in his head while looking up at the prince.

“Hey Ro, Pat said that dinner is ready” “Alright Virge, lets get going then!” Roma said with a smile.

The two walked to the kitchen together and saw that the table was already all set up and Logan was already in his seat, book still in hand.

“Hi guys! Grab a seat and get ready for some great chicken Alfredo!” Patton shouted form the kitchen as he was picking up a large dish off pasta.

The table was small and round, but it felt so comforting to Virgil, the entire light side of Thomases mind was, in his opinion, a lot better than the dark sides area. They had their own main room and kitchen there but it always smelt like something was burning and the lights were flickering no matter what any of the dark sides tried.

“I figured after the stressful day we all had that we deserved a nice meal to brighten the mood.” Patton said smiling and setting the pasta down. Roman’s smile looked a little more forced after that comment, but no one seemed to notice.

Every started to fill their plates with food, Patton’s plate seemed to have a small mountain on it. Virgil chuckled softly as Logan reminded everyone health facts throughout dinner and reminded them not to over eat.

However he smile turned into one of confusion as he saw Romans plate. I the amount must have only been a small handful of pasta and the side was mostly just pushing it around the plate with his fork. When he did take bites they were extremely small. The purple side found this a bit weird but just reasoned to himself that the royal must have had something to eat earlier on.

Dinner went well, Patton tried to make puns, accused Logan of making a few of his own and overall a nice family time. A bit surprisingly Roman offered to wash the dishes so that the others could talk a bit more, it wasn’t that Roman didn’t help out or anything, but he usually loved to tell the others about whatever project he was working on.

However, Virgil just had to start up a bit of banter with him, what could he say, it was their thing.

“The Prince is willing to lower his pride for us commoners?” He of course meant it as a joke, but he saw it. Princy stumbled, ever so slightly, when he heard the word pride. But being the actor he was, he quickly corrected himself and turned to the other with a smug face.

“What is a Prince if not chivalrous?” He retorted.

After everything was put away the sides dispersed to go to their own rooms. Well, except for Virgil, he always like to sit in the silence of the night for a few minutes. He sighed in content as the threw himself onto the couch and put his headphones back on, this time selecting Panic! at the Disco. Dying in LA started playing and Virgil started softly singing along. Sure, it was a supposed to be a sad song but he just found it so calming and soft compared to others.

He was so focused with his music that he didn’t notice the other side walking into the room, at least not until he heard a soft “Wow” from the walkway. He quickly looked up and saw Roman standing their with a form of wonder painted on his face. Virgil blushed from the embarrassment of getting caught.

Sure, he sometimes sang a bit in videos, but he always played it off as if he was kinda forced to sing along  with the others. So being caught red handed about the fact that he actually enjoyed seeing was a bit embarrassing.

Roman seemed to shake himself out of his head.

“That was, um, some lovely singing Virgil.” He said as he scratched the back of his neck and tried to seem less completely and utterly amazed by the others soft side. He tried to hide it as best as he could, but he did indeed have a light blush on his cheeks.

“Ha, thanks Princy, what are you doing up? Don’t princes need their beauty sleep or something?” Virgil said, trying to steer away form the previous topic. Roman was slightly caught of guard in his head, having completely forgotten what he came to get, but as always he didn’t let his thoughts reach his face.

“Just getting some water Hot Topic.” The Prince said with a smile. Virgil watched as Roman went to the kitchen and got the smallest glass of water possible that was filled to the top with ice. Well, that’s odd. The royal walked back over and the anxious side didn’t feel the need to shut off his questions this time, maybe with Roman tired he could get an actual answer.

“Hey Roman, are you doing ok? You seem a bit, off, today.” Virgil tried to phrase carefully, he didn’t want to offend the creative side, though with his ego he doubted he could do any real damage.

Roman looked back at him and seemed to be considering something in his head, finally sighing and putting a hand though his hair. “It’s just been a long and eventful day Virgil, I’ll be right as rain by morning.” He said back to his worried friend. In all honesty. Virge thought that wasn’t the full truth, but he had to agree, it had been a long day.

I mean, seeing Deciet again, having to skip something that could help Thomas’s carrier, and being accused of just overall being a bad person was a lot for anyone to have in one day. Plus with Roman having the final vote on the matter, that must not sit quite right with him, seeing as he is Thomas’s hopes and dreams.

“Yah, its been quite a day, guess we could all use a good nights sleep. Good night Princy.” Virgil said with a wave. Roman smiled and waved a he walked of towards his room, “good night emo.”

Virgil gave a sigh as he put his headphones back on, he hoped that Roman would be ok and get some sleep. Although he would never admit it he cared about the creative side quite a bit. He was exhausted so even though he was on the couch, he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep still listening to his music.

Another chapter! Sorry thats its short, this has been a stressful week for me. Anyways, someone asked to be tagged for this strory so I guess their will now be a tagged list? Sorry I’m still new to this but if you want I’ll tagged you for the chapters that are to come! Anyways, thats all for now humans, have a good day!

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Oh! Here’s the first chapter if anyone is looking for it

[robinrunsfiction]

A Long Way Back - Part 1 of 2

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader

Rating: General

Requested By: Anon

Word Count: ~7,900 total, ~3400 in part 1

Author’s Note: This request asked for current Gerard with a singer who is younger and to be honest, I started this request immediately when I got it, but I’ve been picking it up and putting it down on and off since then. I was inspired by His Smile Will Keep You Safe by @xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx and I Know I’ll Lose by @sunsetinmyvein ​and while this story is nowhere near as long as their stories, I hope that you guys enjoy it regardless. I’ve also thrown together a playlist if you’re interested as well

“We are Garden of Woe and don’t you ever forget it! Thank you Milwaukee!” (YN) shouted as the band hit their final notes and the lights went out. The crowd was cheering and (YN) felt that addicting mix of adrenaline and exhaustion that she always felt after an amazing show.

“That show was sick!” Liam the guitarist raved and (YN) nodded enthusiastically as she took a swig from her water bottle on the way backstage.

“Hey guys, great show as usual,” their manager Clark grinned when they walked in the dressing room. “Can I get your attention for a second?”

(YN) looked at her bandmates, a look of confusion shared amongst them. “What’s going on?”

“I didn’t wanna tell you guys before the show and have yall be in your heads, but” he paused. “You’ve been asked to open for My Chemical Romance on their US reunion tour.”

(YN) thought she was about to either faint, puke, or die on the spot. “Clark don’t fuck with us.”

“I’m not fucking with you.”

“Oh my god, this is, oh my god,” Jake the drummer muttered, a far away look in his eyes as Rebecca the bass player just stood there with a shocked look on her face.

(YN) sunk down on the couch, legs unable to support her anymore. “I had just hoped to get tickets to one of those shows,” she said with an astonished laugh, holding her head in her hands.

“Well if you accept, you’re gonna be going to every show, getting paid to be there, and getting more exposure than you ever could dream of,” Clark replied.

“I think I speak for everyone when I say hell yes!” Liam exclaimed, the rest of the band agreeing instantly.

“Then it’s settled, I’ll get in touch with their management tomorrow morning and you better get ready because you’re about to go on a wild ride.”

~

To (YN) it felt like an instant and an eternity at the same time before Garden of Woe departed for the first stop of the MCR reunion tour. A lot of buzz had been building around their band since it was announced that they, along with Taking Back Sunday for the first half of the tour and Crystal Lake Cemetery for the second half, would be opening the shows.

“Are you so stoked Becs? Are you? Are you?!” Liam shouted, shaking Rebecca’s shoulders excitedly as their bus rolled down the highway.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to barf on you,” Rebecca snapped back. 

Everyone’s nerves had been on edge since Clark had told them the news and arguments had been erupting about things like the setlist, or what their merch would look like, and the tension only seemed to grow the closer they got to the start of the tour. Rebecca wouldn't even return (YN)'s calls for a week over a debate about what they should be wearing on stage. 

“Oh my god Liam, I say this with all the love in the world, but please shut the fuck up,” (YN) muttered.

Liam, with his endless energy, bounced across the tour bus to where (YN) was sitting and climbed onto her lap. “You! This is literally what you’ve been talking about since you were 16 years old! This is why we formed Garden of Woe, why we’ve been struggling and starving for a decade!”

“I know, but you’re never gonna see the stage if you keep bugging everyone like this,” (YN) retorted to her friend in her lap.

“What are you gonna say when you finally meet them?”

“Will we even meet them?” (YN) asked, trying to sound aloof. She had been trying not to think about actually meeting the band that she had been obsessed with and saved her life when she was a depressed teenager back in 2004. When she and Liam founded Garden of Woe, she modeled her stage presence on Gerard’s after watching hours of live performance videos. When My Chem announced they were getting back together back on Halloween 2019, (YN) cried tears of joy for hours and they did an extra encore of just MCR covers at their show that night.

“We’re gonna be on the road with them for two months, of course we are,” Jake replied.

(YN) groaned. “I can’t deal with this right now,” she grumbled, pushing Liam off her before climbing into her bunk.

A while later Clark was calling her name to come out as they had arrived at the first venue. “Alright, here is the itinerary: you guys have soundcheck at 5:30, doors are at 6:30, you’re on at 7:30. After your set, you should get to the main merch booth to sign things for the fans, but you can watch Taking Back Sunday and My Chem if you’d prefer. Then two hours after My Chem finishes, we load back in and it’s on to the next stop.”

(YN) glanced at her phone, it was just before 2 PM, which meant they had hours before their soundcheck. Hours to build up more nervous energy, to possibly run into My Chem or Taking Back Sunday, another band she’d looked up to for just as long.

The bus rolled to a stop and they grabbed the things they’d need for the show that night and headed inside. There were other big black busses already parked outside and roadies moving things around.

“This is real, this is really real. This is the biggest thing we’ve ever done and we’re really here,” Rebecca said, totally astonished as (YN) linked arms with her. 

“I’m really trying not to think about it,” (YN) replied. Even from the back of the stadium they could hear the crowd already waiting out front. When they got to the door, they flashed their badges and were escorted to their dressing room.

“Do we just wait here? Can we go walk around? I wanna go check everything out,” Liam babbled excitedly.

“How much coffee did you drink today, dude?” (YN) asked, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice.

“None. Come on, let’s get out there and meet our tourmates! Who is with me? (YN), Jake, Becs?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna try to calm down and center myself and not piss off the people who are employing us.”

“I’ll go,” Jake replied.

“Yea me too, get it over with,” (YN) mumbled. She’d met so many people touring and opening for bands she looked up to that it shouldn’t make her nervous, but Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Frank were legendary. The three bandmates started to wander the halls, peeking in doors until they heard people talking. 

“Is this happening? Are we about to meet them?” (YN) looked at Liam, her heart hammering.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing her elbow and leading the way. “‘Scuse me, sorry to interrupt, but we wanted to introduce ourselves. We are Garden of Woe.”

“Hey, nice to finally meet you guys, I’m Gerard,” Gerard said, getting up to shake their hands. Jake and Liam introduced themselves like normal humans, but (YN) was screaming internally.

“I’m (YN),” she squeaked, and Gerard gave her an amused smile and she was certain her brain melted. Then all the sudden she was introducing herself to Mikey, Frank, and Ray as well and it was as if she had transcended to another plane of existence. She listened as they easily made conversation with Jake and Liam, but she couldn’t put together a coherent thought to join in.

“Are you ok?” she heard someone asking. Shaking her head to pull herself out of her thoughts, she realized it was Gerard.

“Yea, yea, thanks, just kinda overwhelmed by everything that’s going on,” she admitted.

Gerard nodded. “Yea, being back in the tour life has been kinda weird. Overwhelming, like you said.”

“For sure. And I don’t wanna seem like, I dunno, a crazed fan, but I have to tell you, I’ve been listening to you guys since I was 16 when Three Cheers came out. It got me through so much and your performance style inspired me so much and how I perform and yea. Sorry to ramble, I just had to get that off my chest, I won’t bug you about it again,” (YN) said with another shake of her head as she put her hands over her face. She didn’t know why, but tears were stinging at her eyes. “So sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he replied and he reached out and rubbed her arm. “We saw you guys performing and that’s why we asked you to come out with us. You have a lot of talent.”

“Well thank you, this is literally a dream come true,” (YN) blushed. Receiving a compliment like that from Gerard Way himself was mind blowing.

“My Chem, you’re up for soundcheck,” someone with a headset called from the doorway.

“We’ll see you around,” Gerard waved as they made their way out the door. After the band was gone (YN), Jake, and Liam stood alone in the dressing room silently for a moment.

“Holy fucking hell we just met My Chemical Romance!” Liam shrieked.

“I know!” (YN) shouted in reply, throwing her arms around her friends in a celebratory hug.

~

"(YN). Earth to (YN)," Liam said, pulling her from her thoughts. "You ready?"

"No, not at all," she replied and Liam could see the fear in her face. It had been a long time since he had seen her that nervous before a performance. 

"You got this," he said to (YN). "We all got this, come on!"

Just then the stage lights dimmed and the crowd roared like she'd never heard before. The other three took their places on stage. "Fuck it," she muttered to herself and ran out on stage.

45 minutes later Garden of Woe was taking their bow and hurrying off stage so the roadies could switch out their equipment for Taking Back Sunday’s. The four bandmates were wrapping each other in sweaty hugs and jumping up and down, as the set had gone better than they ever could have hoped. After cleaning themselves up a bit, they went to the merch booth and signed autographs and took photos for a while, but the line cleared out again once Taking Back Sunday went on. After they finished, there wasn't much time before MCR were going to take the stage, so (YN) hurried backstage and found a crate to sit on and watch while the greatest band of their generation took the stage.

The show was absolutely awe inspiring; to watch the way Ray shredded on his guitar, the way Frank and Mikey moved around the stage, but most of all watching Gerard. He was a natural on stage, even after all this time away from it. While she had watched enough interviews on youtube to know that he was soft spoken, the way he turned that off and started to just command the stage and the crowd was incredible. What she couldn’t believe was that no one else was with her watching the show. Did they not realize what an opportunity they were missing she wondered.

"Enjoying the show?" Gerard asked when they came off stage before the encore.

"So much! You're kicking so much ass out there!" She beamed and the guys all laughed in appreciation.

Once the show was over and everyone was cleaned up, the bands all came together to celebrate a little before it was time to reboard the busses. The drinks were flowing for everyone that partook as people talked happily, but (YN) found herself without a place to sit until she decided to crash on Liam's lap.

Ray smiled as he walked over to them. “Hey, how’d the first show go?”

“Amazing!” Liam grinned.

“So amazing, but you guys, holy shit!” (YN) gushed. “I suppose when you’ve played together for so long you don’t just lose that, even after a break.”

"That’s true,” Ray nodded. “How long have you been a band?”

“About ten years,” (YN) replied. “We talked about it in high school, but neither of us could play an instrument, and life was so hard back then. We couldn’t get our shit together until after he graduated from college. It's only really been in the last few years we've been able to find some success with it.”

“So are you two together?" Ray asked, looking between the pair.

"Oh nooo," (YN) laughed. "Liam's practically my brother."

"And I'm gay," Liam interjected.

"And there's that," (YN) nodded.

“Well you guys have a real dynamic that works,” Ray shrugged. The way he treated them as if they were equals to everyone else on the tour was exactly the confidence boost (YN) needed as the tour got started.

~

The next few days of the tour were very much the same. Rolling into town, hurry up and wait, getting to know the guys in the other bands, and then finally getting on stage. After signing for fans, (YN) would rush backstage to watch MCR perform, and after that everyone would gather again until it was time to load back into the busses to the next town.

Each day was a little less nerve-wracking than the last and (YN) finally felt like she was coming out of her shell. She’d hoped that Rebecca would be her right-hand woman, since there were so few other women out on the tour, but Rebecca had been heading straight to the busses after the shows, instead of hanging out with everyone else.

“Do you have any idea what’s up with Becs?” (YN) asked the other two members of the band after their soundcheck.

“Nope,” Jake replied quickly before heading back behind his kit again.

“Just go talk to her,” Liam suggested.

(YN) grumbled before nodding and heading back to the dressing room. “Hey Becs!” (YN) said as chipperly as she could muster. “Are you gonna hang with us after the show tonight? I miss hanging out with you, and the guys are all super fun to talk to.”

“I dunno, maybe,” she replied, but (YN) couldn’t get a read on her mood.

“What are you gonna wear tonight? I was thinking my Mikey Fuckin Way shirt that I cropped,” (YN) said turning to their wardrobe rack.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Rebecca said before quickly turning and almost running out of the room. Moments later Liam came in.

“What the hell was that about?”

“I have no idea dude, I tried though, I really did.”

Despite the weirdness between Rebecca and the rest of the band, the show went well. (YN) again ducked out early from their signing to catch the MCR show from her favorite spot at the side of the stage. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was imagining things, but it seemed like whenever Gerard looked her way, he’d always smile just at her.

“Still enjoying the show?” Gerard asked when he came off stage before their encore.

“I’ve got years of not seeing you guys live to catch up on, I’m never gonna get sick of it,” she laughed.

Gerard nodded. “I caught your show tonight, you guys are really killin it.”

(YN) could have sworn her soul left her body for a moment. “R-really?”

“Yea, I really-”

“Gee, we’re back on,” Ray said tapping him on the shoulder.

(YN) waved him off as he went back on stage and the crowd roared again. She tried to keep from screaming herself, but for an entirely different reason.

At the end of the show, everyone convened as usual for the post-show celebration. (YN) was glad to find that Rebecca had joined the group, even if she was mostly just talking to Jake. She had meant to talk to her, but got pulled into a conversation with Adam instead.

“Ok, but can you teach me to swing the mic like you do and not kill someone?” (YN) asked with a laugh. 

“Sure thing, how ‘bout after your sound check tomorrow?” Adam offered.

“Perfect, can’t wait!” (YN) grinned, but in the corner Rebecca was rolling her eyes.

From the other side of the room Mikey was trying to talk to Gerard, but he was noticeably distracted. Following his brother’s line of sight, realized Gerard was watching (YN)’s animated conversation with Adam. He bumped his shoulder into Gerard’s. 

“You really are into (YN) aren’t you?” Mikey asked with a knowing smile and Gerard just shrugged dejectedly. “Why don’t you just ask her out or something?”

“I can’t,” Gerard replied.

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because why? Why? What good reason do you have?” Mikey argued.

“Because I’m older than her, because I don’t want her to feel obligated to spend time with me just because we’re on this tour together. Because I’m not… I’m not the Gerard Way I used to be.”

"What the fuck does that mean?" Mikey asked sternly.

"I know I'm not a sexy rock star anymore, I'm a divorced dad with grey in his hair and," he sighed. "You know what I mean."

"Gee, you know you're in a better place now in so many ways than you were before. Stop talking yourself out of it.”

Gerard just grumbled in response. He knew his brother was right, he was better off now than he was ten years ago, worlds better than he was even longer ago than that. But he couldn’t help but worry that (YN) wouldn’t be interested in him. At least not the current version of him. 

But that didn’t change how he felt about her

~

The next stop on the tour was Riot Fest, but Garden of Woe would not actually be opening for My Chem and Taking Back Sunday. They had been relegated to one of the smaller side stages earlier in the day. (YN) and Liam were hanging out on the curb outside their bus in the warm, mid September Chicago air when Frank and Gerard came by.

“Hey, when are you guys on today?” Frank asked.

“At 4:30, why?” Liam answered

Frank climbed in between the two and pulled out his phone. “Gerard is always talking about how awesome your show is, so I was gonna promote you guys.”

(YN) looked up at Gerard who smiled shyly. “Well Gerard, why don’t you get in on this too then,” she smiled.

“Sure,” he nodded and sat down next to her as Liam took Frank’s phone and held it out so he could get everyone in the shot.

“Hey guys, we’re at Riot Fest, and before we play tonight, you gotta go check out our friends Garden of Woe," Frank said to the camera.

“4:30 on the Riot Stage,” (YN) added, flashing a peace sign before Liam finished recording. “Thanks guys, we really appreciate it. I don’t know how many people would be stopping by our set without the promo.”

“Well they should be, like I said before, you’re amazing,” Gerard replied as (YN) looked over at him with a soft smile. Over (YN)’s shoulder, Liam and Frank were exchanging knowing looks.

Hours later the band was waiting off stage, a few minutes before they were due to go on for their set.

“Holy shit, I didn’t expect the crowd this big,” Jake said after peaking out.

“I guess Frank’s post worked,” Liam shrugged.

“What post?” Rebecca asked.

“This one,” (YN) replied, pulling out her phone and pulling up the post she’d bookmarked. She let the video play, smiling happily at the four of them on the screen.

“Look at you all cozy with My Chem, what a surprise,” Rebecca deadpanned.

(YN) shot her a confused look and was about to open her mouth when Liam interjected.

“Ha, look at these comments,” Liam said, snatching the phone away. “People are totally shipping you and Gerard, (YN).”

“Shut up, no they aren’t,” she replied, but could feel her cheeks burning red.

“Yea they are, look!” He said pointing them out. (YN) scrolled through and couldn’t help but feel honored that people would think that she and Gerard made a cute couple. She could only imagine what it’d really be like.

“Don’t we have a show to play?” Rebecca asked snidely, snapping her from her thoughts.

“Becs is right, come on let’s get ready.” (YN) nodded, putting her phone away.

The energy of the crowd was great, and the fans that were up front were actually singing along, which brought a smile to (YN)’s face. An even bigger smile crossed her face when she glanced at the side of the stage and saw Gerard and Frank were there watching the show too.

Part 2

[nose-bandaid]

Pentagon as Students

trying something new today! i hope you enjoy it, i had a lot of fun writing this:)

~based on the different kinds of people i’ve witnessed at my high school~

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JINHO

- that one kid that actually has their shit together

- though on the inside he’s in a constant state of panic

- knows (and meets) all the deadlines and works when he’s supposed to

- but he’s secretly watching his classmates goof around at the same time

- hands in perfect projects, does well on tests, gets good grades,,, others are jealous of him

- probably had the homework done 3 days before it was assigned tbh

- teachers love to have him in their class 

- and it’s totally not because they sometimes rely on him to help keep track of important dates

- when he does make a mistake though, he’ll get clowned for it for the rest of the year

- but that’s just cause people are happy he’s not good at EVERYTHING

- and even though he seems like a teacher’s pet, he always does his class a solid and never reminds the teacher of the homework they had

- makes good study notes and people end up leeching off of him cause he can’t say no

- never brings food to class but always steals some from others

- so if your bag of chips is suddenly empty, you know why

- was a bus monitor when he was in elementary school and is still damn proud of it, mentions it whenever he has the opportunity to

- people know him, but he doesn’t know them so he’s always like ??? when random people keep on saying hi to him

HUI

- loud. what else can i say?

- raises his hand at almost everything just to ask the teacher a lot of questionable things

- but once in a while he comes up with a really good question that shocks everyone so we take our chances and listen to him

- doesn’t sit on his seat properly but that’s ok because honestly who does?

- he falls off the chair every other day though, so some teachers are concerned of this habit of his

- delivers some of the BEST presentations

- like the kinds of presentations that are good because everyone is excited to see what that person has to offer this time

- when the teacher walks in, he’s that one kid who asks them how they’ve been so that he can delay class

- likes to make conversations with the teacher on unrelated topics when he’s supposed to be working

- always manages to get the teacher really involved in their conversation though, so they don’t even notice that he’s not working

- is distracted like 70% of the time but tries his best

- hands his work in at the absolute last minute

- like if it’s due at midnight, it’s coming in at 11:59 pm

- can be found in almost every single club and no one knows how he manages to do it

HONGSEOK

- we already know that he’s the sporty kid like that’s a given

- is a part of pretty much all the school teams so he’s constantly leaving class to go to tournaments and whatnot

- teachers are so used to him being absent that sometimes they forget he’s even in their class

- the one who offers to carry things whenever the teacher says they need help

- holds the door open to look cool

- he’s never seen studying but he always comes out of tests with a pretty decent grade

- no one knows if it’s actually because he’s big brained or if it’s because he’s really lucky

- sleeps during first period, eats his lunch during the period right after lunchtime

- defends his actions with the fact that he’s busy with his clubs but he was probably just walking around school doing random shit during lunchtime

- the kind of person who would jump to tap the ceiling or the top of a doorframe just to “casually” flex

- doesn’t change out of his sport clothes half the time to once again, “casually” flex

- everyone in the school knows him for a very wide range of reasons

E’DAWN

- the quiet yet loud kid

- would just sit there (not doing his work) being an unbothered king for most of the time

- but when it’s his time to shine oH boy

- everyone has to brace themselves cause they know they’re in for a hell of a ride

- no one knows what to expect when it comes to his presentations

- one time it ended up with Hui duct taped to the wall along with five broken chairs and an angry janitor

- shouts randomly along with hui

- would say some of the oddest things when the teacher asks a question

- on his phone listening to music for the entirety of class, the headphones never come out, even if you’re talking to him

- when the teacher walks by he always has to rush to close/switch his tabs

- is a boss at that move though, and the teachers never suspect him

- asks to go to the bathroom but just takes a walk around the school instead

- makes a funny face every time he passes by a class with his friends in it

- if you walk down the halls during lunch, you might find him sleeping in a little hiding spot in the hallways

- if not, he’s probably running around outside creating a scene

SHINWON

- known for being the embodiment of chaos in classrooms, so classes are always 10x better when he’s in it

- borrows notes from jinho the most

- will copy your homework in the morning if he didn’t do it the night before

- and will proceed to get a higher mark than you, despite writing the exact same thing

- he actually does his work and hands in it on time for the most part, but no one seems to pay attention to that fact

- sits with his chair facing the opposite way if you can imagine what i’m getting at here lol

- really good at sneaking snacks into class but he always chews too loudly so all his efforts end up going to waste when the teacher finds out

- takes long bathroom breaks and no one knows what he’s even doing in there, or if he even went to the bathroom in the first place

- he’s always seen with delivered take out during lunch and people get jealous cause they want to eat fast food too

- has to fend off the hoard of kids that come his way and is pretty good at it by now

- cause he has to save the fries for when he needs to bribe jinho for notes again

- the one that keeps on standing up during class and walking around to bother people

- like he literally just stands up at random times and walks up to someone on the other side of the room and strikes a conversation that’s completely unrelated to the class

- no one knows what motivates him to do that and he just keeps on standing up no matter how many times he’s sent back to his seat

YEO ONE

- minds his own business, is in his own world

- watches the others along with jinho and tries to not be involved in their shenanigans

- always ends up involved in their shenanigans

- is oddly chaotic, new people would be shocked when they see how chaotic he could be, but everyone else is used to it by now

- has a fat crush that his whole friend group knows about

- and now they all feel obligated to get them together so they’re always nagging him

- on that note, a bunch of people fall for him but he’s just too oblivious to notice

- i know this is oddly specific but he actually washes his hands for the correct length of time

- student body president because everyone loves him, does his job very well

- especially with school spirit !! participates fully in those, and tries his best to convince others to join in as well

- buys food from the cafeteria religiously even though the food’s a little subpar

- “i need to support this school in every way i can”

- has a part time job, people strive to be hardworking like him

- honestly this guy’s pretty neutral, he just exists and makes the world better with his presence it’s as simple as that:)

YANAN

- corner seat kind of guy, so that he can sneak in naps and just be hidden in general

- doesn’t speak unless called on

- listens to EVERY single thing being said around him, so he’s loaded with gossip

- has blackmail, will use it

- like he films people when they’re presenting,,, what is he going to do with that video? we do not know

- always bringing his coat into class, no matter how bulky it is, and just doesn’t use his locker at all

- but he has all of his friends’ locker codes saved on his phone for some reason

- eats his lunch at the wrong time too, but unlike the others (who just go with a full 3 course meal during class), he scarfs it down within 10 seconds and moves on like nothing happened

- emits soft boy energy but people fear him

- class is always hyped when it’s his turn to go up to the board and no one really knows why, that’s just how it works

- maybe it’s because his personality and confidence just skYROCKETS and everyone loves seeing that side of him

- the whole class just hypes him up on a daily basis by now

- doesn’t share anything with the others no matter how much they beg, whether it’d be for notes, tools, or food

- “snitches get stitches, bitch”

- “you know that’s not the correct saying right?”

- “i said what i said.”

YUTO

- always takes the seat near the back

- not necessarily because he’s emo (though part of it is because he is emo) but also because he is a modest boy™

- tosses a ball back and forth with his friends in the locker bays during his free time, ultimately posing as a threat to the rest of the student body

- has almost hit a teacher by accident once with a baseball, but we overlook that event

- silently rages during every single competition (especially when he falls down the rankings in Kahoot!) but hides it well

- he holds the reputation as a student who does their work when they’re supposed to, but one time you walked by his laptop and he was watching anime so now you’re not so sure

- once thought that a project was due a week before the actual due date

- had a small breakdown but was able to get over it

- he had many other close calls though, so he relies on kino or jinho to keep him in check

- has all the school equipment you could possibly need with him at all times

- so people are constantly borrowing things from him

- do they give it back? usually

- but he will get salty and hold grudges with the people who supposedly “lost” his items

- or if they say, use his entire glue stick despite it being brand new when he gave it to them

- if you hear some music down the halls, it’s probably him playing the guitar

- fully reads the club posters on the wall so he’s one of the few people who are actually aware of what’s going on

KINO

- always keeping up with the new trends

- the “i’ll help you with your work! :)” kind of guy

- always answering questions in the group chat i don’t know what the others would do without him

- he gets sad if people don’t reply to his messages properly though

- the only person on jinho’s good list because he’s actually diligent with his work

- goes a full 200% on any project that has any artistic aspect in it, even if it doesn’t count for marks

- is the one who reminds others of the due dates so some people have a love-hate relationship with him

- somehow knows almost everyone in the school

- if you want to walk to class with him, you gotta be prepared to take like 50 stops along the way cause he’s gonna hug everyone he knows and strike a conversation with them

- is popular simply because everyone loves him

- you can find him dancing in the hallway occasionally, probably making tiktoks

- decorates his friends’ lockers on their birthday with pictures of them

- the kid that offers to help the teacher complete tasks almost 100% of the time

- volunteers at the other school nearby to help take care of the little children

- always supporting club events

WOOSEOK

- puts memes in his slideshows (and is very good at finding the perfect meme for every occasion)

- plays games on his phone when the teacher’s talking, somehow doesn’t get called on

- instead like, yuto gets called on for searching something up on his phone

- the kid who constantly yells out random answers (or just yells in general) during Kahoot! to mess other people up

- the kind of student who casually looks over at the person beside him during a test

- defends himself by saying that he just wanted to see how far they were on the test

- has a tough time during locker clean out because there were just too many things in there

- at one point there was an ant infestation after he accidentally left his lunch there overnight, but he took care of that quietly and doesn’t mention it ever again

- asks obvious questions into the group chat and tries to argue his point only to figure out where he went wrong after reflecting on his messages

- random shouter number 3

- him, hui, and e’dawn can sometimes be seen after school trying to summon their very late school bus with their screams

- it never worked though, unfortunately

- runs a business where people pay him to go to the store nearby and buy snacks for them

- he actually makes quite a bit from it

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quick disclaimer: ofc i think the boys would've been good students at school so this is just something written based on the chaotic energy i’ve watched them emit throughout my time stanning them:) this is just for entertainment purposes!

~ tiny

[somerandomstrayemo]

This is my story off of wattpad that I had just decided to put here, do not repost, if I see this story anywhere else I will ask you to take it down, thank you :)

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Prompt: Virgil lends their sweater to Remus. When Remus is home, he realizes he still has Virgil's sweater and finds Virgil's iPod. Out of curiosity, Remus looks through Virgil's music and finds a playlist titled with Remus's name..

Virgil sat comfortably on the couch, casually scrolling through Instagram (yes, FINALLY, something other than Tumblr-). He hadn't had much to do that day since Patton was out getting things for a movie night, Roman was writing the script for a new video, and Logan was out with Patton, probably just out and about to resupply on crofters since he was running low on them.

It was mid February, and due to the climate in Florida it was still quite cold to say the least. Though Virgil didn't mind the freezing temperature due to the fact he almost always wore his black and purple sweater, he seemed almost unfazed by the somewhat cold atmosphere.

Around the evening is when the anxious trait heard light shuffling behind him and he quickly spun around from his position on the couch, only to spot a  seemingly freezing Remus that previously planned on pouncing on him. "Remus? What are you doing here?" Virgil asked, as it wasn't very common for the dark sides to just come along particularly unannounced like that. "Oh the heater part thing in the air conditioner broke over on the dark side and Janus won't let me use his heat coil thingy, so I thought it'd be warmer here, and surprise surprise, it's FUCKING not~" Remus seemed to be speaking in an utterly annoyed an sarcastic tone. Virgil rolled his eyes and tucked away his ear buds, propping his arms up on the back of the couch. "Huh, that sucks now doesn't it" The emo said, still completely unfazed by the situation.

Remus looked Virgil up and down in complete shock. He wasn't shivering, and was acting as though everything was fine. The intrusive side then scoffed and crossed his arms, developing a somewhat snarky attitude towards the smaller side. "How the hell are you so okay with this, it's fucking freezing here! Are you immune or something?!" Remus wasn't very pleased. Virgil made it look so simple and easy to just ignore the cold, it was almost like the emo was taunting him. "Relax Remus, I just have a really thick sweater on. Here, if it makes you feel any better, would you like to borrow it?" Virgil tried to be kind to Remus, as he hated conflict between sides and wasn't one to want to get involved. In fact, Virgil did this willingly, he'd do anything just to see Remus smile just once. It was just a little temperature, how bad could it possibly be?

Remus stared at the emo like he was being taunted once more, but then eased up a bit, seeing there was no signs of mockery in his soft expression. Remus simply gave in, un-crossing his arms and giving a small nod, watching as Virgil then took off his sweater and handed it over.

Remus seemed so happy as he quickly grabbed the sweater and put it on. Though Remus was enjoying himself, this was a decision that Virgil very quickly regret as a cold draft of air hit him like a bus. God it was freezing, yet he plastered a smile on his face as not to let Remus worry. "Thanks emo, this thing really is warm!" Remus said in an almost happy tone. It was rare that Virgil ever saw Remus happy like this since he was mostly intrusive, so like any other side would, he took it all in while he still could. "You're welcome dude, I didn't want you dying from hypothermia, you looked like an angry ice cube." The emo smirked, using his little remark to distract himself from the cold atmosphere. Remus laughed, something Virgil just loved to see, thank god his pale foundation was covering his slightly red face. Though Remus could clearly see how satisfied Virgil was by the decision, and leaned forward, placing and gentle kiss on the freezing emo's face, causing the anxious trait to tense up. "I have to go now Virge, and seriously, thanks for the sweater, I promise I'll give it back" Remus stated happily as he then quickly sunk out. Who's to say he probably snuck out while Janus was distracted, he didn't even give Virgil a chance to speak before he left.

After about a week had past, Virgil had ended up borrowing one of Patton's sweaters, as morality had plenty, so yeah it wasn't his usual style, but at least he was fairly warm. After all, only a few hours after Remus left the week before was when the light sides soon discovered that their air conditioning had broke as well. Back with the dark sides however, Janus had been trying to get Remus to confess on where he had gotten that sweater all week, but as time went on, he had eventually given up. Around this time, Remus was in his room playing around with his mace, he honestly had no intention on giving Virgil his sweater back, as he loved it like his own, but he knew the sad truth was that he had to give it up sooner or later.

As the intrusive side swung hos mace one last time, A small object fell out of the pocket of Virgil's sweater. Remus stopped all he was doing and set his mace aside, picking up the object only to discover it was a dark purple iPod with Virgil's name on it. Being curious, Remus conjured some headphones and plugged them into it, starting to look through his playlists he had saved:

"P!ATD? Of course he would"

"Huh, I..guess.. Billie Eilish makes sense..?"

"ugh, and I think Lofi music would be for his panic attacks, I still wouldn't listen to that"

"AVIVA, again, of course he would."

"MCR, yep, That's Virgil alright, it's sad he only has like 2 songs in this playlist"

Remus went on and on over the playlists, until he came across one that caught his eye, 'reminds me of Remus'. No way the anxious trait really had a playlist dedicated to him, right? Remus clicked the playlist and immediately saw a song that captured his main personality, the one that he used around Virgil:

'Green' by cavetown

Remus had closed the iPod immediately and sighed, he realized the only reason Virgil gave up his sweater was because he cared for Remus, and you know what, that wasn't what Remus had thought at all, he simply thought the emo pitied him, nothing more. Turns out the emo really did like him back after all.

Remus acted quickly, playing a recording of him messing around in his room and locked the door so he could sneak out unnoticed. Once he'd done that he quickly sunk out, hoping Virgil was in his room, and to his relief, he was. Virgil was laying peacefully in his bed, curled up under his blankets, and the room completely silent apart from his very light snoring which Remus had found adorable. Virgil slept in often as he barely got any sleep once the sun set. The intrusive aspect guessed that he fell asleep around 4am today, and he only needed an hour of sleep, but it seemed as though he decided to sleep in the one day Remus decided to confront him.

Instead of waking the emo, Remus had decided to be very quiet and get in bed next to him. If Virgil truly loved Remus, then surely he wouldn't mind.

It had only been a few hours before Virgil woke up, a strong and warm embrace wrapped around his small figure. It had only took him a moment to realize he wasn't alone, quickly turning to look up at who had broken into his room; "Remus.." The younger gently whispered, causing Remus to flutter his eyes open and smile to the small anxious trait in his arms.

Virgil had to admit, he was loving every second of this, he simply looked up at Remus, frozen in silence. He had so many questions; why was he here? How long had he been there? And most importantly, did he even want to be this close to someone like himself. As Virgil's mind trailed off, he felt a pair of lips capture his as he felt his waist was being strattled. The emo didn't resist nor comply, he simply screwed his eyes shut, a few small tears falling from them. Oh how he dreamed of this, how he wanted nothing but to be loved like this.. He'd been longing for someone to love him back...

The kiss lingered for a moment before being broken, Remus placing a hand against the emo's cheek. It was firm, yet so gentle and loving. The intrusive side then used his thumb to wipe away any tears Virgil had, and gave a comforting smile "why didn't you tell me sooner Virgil" he asked kindly, a tone that Virgil rarely ever got to hear. "I was scared.. You'd reject me.." He spoke with pure honesty, and slight guilt for not telling sooner, after all he was the embodiment of fear and anxiety. Though nevertheless, who could stay upset at a face like Virgil's?

Remus chuckled as he sat up, scooping up the smaller trait and placing him in his lap and peppering his face with kisses. "it's okay now love, you don't need to hide it from me anymore, I've got you" Remus sighed out, reassuring Virgil that he had absolutely nothing to be afraid of. A beautiful moment of silence quickly followed those words, and Virgil almost immediately fell asleep in Remus's arms after that. He hadn't felt this loved and relaxed in god knows how long since he was always careful and on edge. It was a wonderful feeling, so great that it put him to sleep. Remus simply chuckled once more, laying his new lover back down as he took his place beside the younger trait, wrapping his arms around Virgil as he then too, drifted off to sleep.

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Sanity: 100%, this was beautiful

My sleep schedule: it's 1am and I have school, so idk, you tell me- :/