#i was so confused when i woke up i s2g

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

i had the dumbest fucking dream yesterday where pei ming and feng xin were sharing a flat that looked like a penthouse off the sims 3 late night and they wanted to keep other ppl from moving into the building so they kept having obnoxious parties but then feng xin started dating mu qing, who was playing the role of Responsible Girlfriend like in a shite comedy film to feng xin's Average Guy main character and pei ming's Slutty Party Friend so there was drama and bickering and such and it finally culminated in feng xin asleep on a chaise longue and pei ming trying to wake him up to open the gate and mu qing got so sick of it that he jUMPED INTO THE SWIMMING POOL FULLY DRESSED WITH SHOES ON climbed out the other side and picked up the still sleeping feng xin to carry him away

what the fuck is wrong with me u lot

edit: ok i caved and fixed the hinge thing BUT I WON'T FIX ANYTHING ELSE >:V we all have to accept my mistakes and SUFFER TOGETHER 😤

edit the second: OK NOW IT IS FIXED FOR REALLY REALS. I DEFINITELY WILL NOT BE FIXING IT AGAIN. WE LIVE WITH OUR MISTAKES NOW. THAT'S IT. that's it

[artificialqueens]

Not Nineteen Forever (16) (Branjie/Scyvie/Ninex)- Ortega

a/n: it’s been almost FOUR MONTHS what the fucking fuck?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! i’m so so sorry for my absence, i really have no excuse apart from work and life getting in the way. this chapter was a fucker to write but i hope it doesn’t disappoint! as always i would love for u to tell me if u enjoyed either on aq or on my blog. p.s. i am so excited i get to write chapter 17 now. GET EXCITED for that one xoxoxox

please note: this fic contains young adults often behaving in irresponsible/unadvisable ways with regards to alcohol, drugs and sex. if you are someone who feels as if they could be heavily influenced by fic and incorporate what happens in the plot into ur own life, pls steer clear!

summary: Brooke, Yvie and Nina are three flatmates who forged a friendship in their first year of university and picked up some other waifs and strays along the way. Now in their final year, there are feelings that need to be unravelled and confessions to be made whilst navigating drunk nights, hungover mornings, takeaways, group chats, library meetups, cafe gossiping, and the small matter of getting a degree.

last chapter: the least romantic of Valentine’s Days ever saw Brooke regretting cutting ties with Vanessa and Nina misguidedly breaking up with Monet. Scyvie stayed cute and unproblematic xoxo

this chapter: for Scarlet’s birthday she is gifted: a lie in, Yvie acting incredibly suspiciously, and a girlfriend-serenading plan worthy of a rom-com.

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Scarlet woke up with an excited tingle in her tummy, a rush of adrenaline forcing her eyes open. She blinked one, twice, had the ever-familiar confusion (Am I waking up in my flat or Yvie’s?…Mine.) and then chastised herself for still feeling like a child on Christmas Eve on the 26th of February each year. Laughing to herself as she rubbed her eyes, she supposed she couldn’t help it. Scarlet loved her birthday- as vain as it sounded, it was a day all about her, and as someone with the friendship anxiety she had it was always nice to see how much her friends cared for her. Sitting up and stretching, she remembered all the birthdays that had come before- being little and tearing down the stairs at home, her feet skiting over the Mr Sheen-ed floorboards and running into the kitchen to see all her presents piled up on the table and her Mums there ready to greet her with a cuddle and a ridiculously big birthday badge. With a twinge of pain, Scarlet remembered the birthday she’d celebrated in her first year of uni- no night out, she hadn’t had enough friends to assemble for that, just her and another girl she’d befriended who later dropped out of uni altogether watching films in her room. That was all behind her now, though. She had the girls, her second family, and they’d made every birthday since as special as the ones she’d had when she was a kid.

Grabbing her phone, she smiled to see that it was already blowing up with messages. She supposed she wasn’t surprised- it was already 11 o’clock in the morning, and most of the world had woken up. Scarlet had been lucky enough to have her birthday fall on a Sunday, and that meant no uni, no obligations, and no alarms. She read over the two texts she’d got from her Mums, both of them crying over how they couldn’t believe she was 21 already. Scarlet supposed it was easy to lose perspective at uni- she was the last in their group to hit that big milestone, save Yvie of course, and it had seemed like she’d been waiting for ages. But to her Mum and her Mam, she was their little baby that had somehow grown into an adult without much time seeming to pass at all. Pausing, Scarlet texted them both back with a similar number of crying face emojis and kisses. She would go visit them next weekend.

On the group chat, celebrations had already kicked off. The group dynamics were weird these days, Scarlet supposed. Nina was unusually quiet, not her jokey and upbeat self. Still, Scarlet could understand that given what had happened with her and Monet. She was one of the rare few that had actually been able to hear both sides of the story- Vanessa explaining the situation to her after lectures one day having heard it all from Monique and Yvie telling her everything that Nina had told her- but Scarlet still couldn’t seem to get her head around it. How could it be, she wondered, that two people could have been less on the same page? Monet ready to make things official with Nina and Nina, scared and paranoid and convinced of Monet’s infidelity, ending things to protect her own feelings. Except nobody’s feelings had been protected at all, Scarlet had sighed to Yvie one day, as both girls were heartbroken and pining for each other but neither were sure as to how to go about mending things. With a pang of sympathy, Scarlet realised it had been two weeks to the day since they had ended things. She knew it would have made the poor girl feel worse if she’d revealed what she knew- that Monet had been about to ask her to be her girlfriend- so Scarlet had kept quiet, figuring that Nina was probably heartbroken enough for now.

Vanessa, on the other hand, couldn’t have been in a more different position to Nina. Every time Scarlet saw her she would be ready with a new story about something hilarious Monique had done, or something funny she’d messaged her, or something she’d done that had made Vanessa “go all heart eyes” (to quote her directly). Scarlet was happy for Vanessa- she knew that the two girls were spending time together and getting to know each other (and, thanks to what Vanessa told her in completely unnecessary detail, knew they were at it like rabbits), and it was exactly what Vanessa needed after all the drama with Brooke.

Before Scarlet could think about Brooke’s situation though, another message came through on the group chat that distracted her enough to scroll up and read all the others.

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: IT’S INTERNATIONAL SCARLET ENVY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY BDAY HOE!!!!!!

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: Woooooo!!!!! Happy Birthday Scarlet we love you!!!

cursed satnav voice: BITCH HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!! Hope you have the best day, love you so much xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

okay then: aaaaaaaaah happy birthday Scarlet!!! 21 at last!!!!!

cursed satnav voice: Why is she not ANSWERING??????

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: Yvie’s offline too……

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: ENJOY THE SEX BITCHES

Maple Syrup: Can confirm they’re not fucking

Maple Syrup: Yvie has an essay due she’s not started so Scarlet never stayed over

okay then: thank u to our reporter in the field, Ms Brooke Lynn Hytes

Maple Syrup: I’m here to help

Maple Syrup: also Happy Birthday Scarlet!! Hope Yvie spoils you rotten xxxxx

Scarlet’s Bitch: ur all filthy animals i was getting a coffee

Scarlet’s Bitch: ready for crying breakdown number 2 of the day

Scarlet’s Bitch: i would absolutely not rather be with my incredibly fit, funny, gorgeous girlfriend

okay then: keep that gay shit off the chat

cursed satnav voice: Yvie!!!!!!!!!!! You guys are so cute i s2g

okay then: vanj don’t encourage them

cursed satnav voice: Allow it hoe!! I got dumped, I’m allowed to be mushy

Scarlet’s Bitch: oh, did Monique end things?

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: ASDFGHJKL YVIE I LOVE U

Akeria Sainsbury’s Bag for Life: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

okay then: omg

cursed satnav voice: On God I will leave this chat again!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scarlet allowed the crazy replies from her friends to pour in, Brooke notable by her absence in the melee. Despite everything, Scarlet had to feel sorry for her. Yvie had told her in complete pain-of-death secrecy that it sort of, maybe, might have been the case that Brooke regretted breaking up with Vanessa. Brooke hadn’t exactly said that to Yvie, but she knew it was heavily implied, and even if Brooke didn’t know herself then Yvie sure as hell did. Scarlet had rolled her eyes at first and complained about how idiotic Brooke was being but when she actually really thought about it, she could see Brooke for what she really was- scared, unsure and full of doubt, unaware of what her feelings even were. In all the time Scarlet had known Brooke, she’d never been in a relationship, which made Scarlet wonder if she’d ever had one in her life. It was strange how people could be so different. Back in High School Scarlet always thought relationships were as simple as two people liking each other, kissing and then deciding to be together. But nothing was ever as simple as that. Sometimes they started out as friends and had to jump that platonic hurdle, like her and Yvie. Maybe everything started out great but ended up getting messy even though the two people probably loved each other, a la Monet and Nina. Sometimes the two people just never put a label on it (Plastique and Ariel). And other times it was a complete clusterfuck. Like Brooke and Vanjie.

Watching as the girls all teased Vanjie and Brooke’s silence became louder and louder, Scarlet decided that now was probably the time for her to break the ice.

Yvie’s Bitch: AAH sorry i just woke up!!!!! Thank you guys, I love you all sososo much!! Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

cursed satnav voice: xxxxxxxxxxx i wish we were all going out tonight :(

Yvie’s Bitch: I know, downside of a Sunday birthday!! We could do something else if anyone’s free during the day though?? Snacks and movie?

cursed satnav voice: Sorry bae I’m gonna be in the lib :(

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: SORRY ANGEL MY FAMILY’S DOWN TO VISIT

Akeria Sainsbury’s Bag for Life: Sorry baby I’ve got dance class

Scarlet frowned, trying her best not to be disappointed. Yvie was still making her a nice dinner at her flat tonight, and they were going to go and see a film even though they hadn’t decided which one yet. It would still be a good day. Even if Yvie had been acting a little weird recently- shielding her phone, closing her laptop quickly if Scarlet came into her room, seeming secretive. It was probably nothing. Scarlet was probably being paranoid as a result of everything that had happened to their friends recently. Yvie still told her how much she loved her every day, and made her laugh, and smiled at her in a way that made Scarlet feel like she was the most beautiful creature on earth.

As if on cue, her phone lit up as the selfie she and Yvie had taken on top of the big wheel at Christmas filled the screen. Smiling as she swiped across the screen, Scarlet held the phone to her ear. “Hey, you.”

Yvie’s voice had a hint of playfulness to it as she answered. “Hey. Y’know, I feel like there was something important today that I totally forgot, can you help me out?”

Scarlet laughed, leaning back in bed and keeping up the charade. “Oh shit, is it not that essay you have due in about 40 minutes?”

“No, that’s pretty much all I’ve been able to think about all day. And it’s definitely going to be handed in late.”

“Meh. Better late than never. Is it, uh…some sort of Saint’s Day? There’s fucking hundreds of those.”

“No, see I don’t think this has anything at all to do with Saints.”

Scarlet laughed, giving a gasp on mock-irritation. “The fuck’s that meant to mean, you bitch?”

“Well for one, I don’t think Saints squirt when they-”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Yvie!” Scarlet screamed, giggling as she cut her girlfriend off. “Where the hell are you?!”

Scarlet could practically hear the nonchalant shrug Yvie gave. “Library cafe.”

“You’re such a tit.”

“Mh. Prefer yours. Happy Birthday, by the way.”

Scarlet caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, smiling like an idiot at nothing. “Thanks, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too. So what’s your plan for your big day?”

“Shit all, to be honest, although I’ve been stressed out my mind all week about that group project I had on Friday so that’s probably for the best,” Scarlet blew air through her cheeks, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.

“Sounds good,” Yvie replied, Scarlet only the slightest bit let down by the fact her girlfriend didn’t pick up on her mood at all. “Hey, I’ve got a plan for you if you want it?”

Scarlet’s ears pricked up as she absent-mindedly fiddled with the studs she had in her ears. “Okay?”

“Well, I’ll probably be back at the flat around…one-ish? So you can come see me then. But can you do me a favour, girl? Phone Nina?”

Scarlet crinkled her nose up in confusion. “Uh, sure, I can do that. How, uh. How come?”

“Because I’m getting more and more worried about her with every passing day and if she kills herself in the flat we won’t get our deposit back. That’s a joke of course, but in all seriousness I am worried about her.” Yvie reeled off in her own deadpan way, then lowered her voice. “I just got the weirdest look from this boy that just walked by me.”

“He probably thinks you’re fit.”

“He probably thinks I’m criminally insane after that sentence. Does that sound okay, though?”

Scarlet was a little confused by the whole request. “So you want me to just phone Nina? What do I say it’s about?”

“I don’t know, say you want to do something for your birthday and ask if she’s free. Just something to get her out of the flat for something that isn’t a lecture.”

Scarlet shrugged. “Okay, I can do that.”

“Thanks, baby. I’ll see you later, okay? Come by about one. I love you.”

“Love you too. See you later,” Scarlet replied, Yvie hanging up the phone first. Scarlet frowned, blinking. There was something entirely weird about the whole conversation, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She rubbed her forehead. She didn’t want to entertain any thoughts of Yvie acting suspiciously, not after the breakdown of two relationships now in the friendship group, so without stopping to let the dam break in her head and for all those thoughts to flood in, she dialled Nina’s number. It rang twice before she picked up.

“Hello?”

Scarlet raised her eyebrows in surprise. Nina’s voice was a lot chirpier than she’d expected. “Uh, hey Nina. It’s just me.”

“Hey, Scarlet! Happy Birthday!” the girl’s voice came down the line again, Scarlet starting to wonder if it actually was Nina or not. “Just the girl, actually. I was wondering if you wanted to help me with something today?”

Scarlet stretched out in bed. This was an odd day. “Sure, sure. I was actually phoning to ask if you wanted to hang out, so that works. What do you need?”

“So basically I’ve decided that I’m going to cut my losses and go and stand outside Monet’s flat on the street with a speaker blasting a romantic song in a bid to win her back.”

Scarlet felt like going back to sleep. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening. “You’re…you’re what, sorry?”

“Yeah, I know, I know. It’s absolutely batshit crazy and probably won’t even work. But that’s two weeks I’ve been feeling like utter shit about the entire thing, and last night I just had this shock of motivation and clarity and I kind of told myself that if I really wanted her back that much I would have to just eat a concrete mixer of humble pie and just go and tell her what she means to me.”

In the list of things Scarlet never imagined Nina doing, publically putting herself out there in what could be an incredibly humiliating apology was probably at the top spot. Scarlet supposed it had to be seen to be believed. “Well, I’d love to come and be your moral support. You’re brave as shit, girl.”

“Ugh, you’re an angel. Can we meet halfway and then walk up to her flat together? Maybe outside the Sainsbury’s near me? In like, half an hour?”

Scarlet looked at the clock, then looked again in the mirror.  “Forty-five minutes?”

“Perfect. See ya then. Bye, Scarlet!”

“Bye,” Scarlet replied, bemused beyond belief. Giving herself a kick up the bum, she launched herself out of bed, grabbed a towel, and made her way to the shower. Forty-five minutes was a challenge, but she would make it work.

She was only ten minutes late when she met Nina outside the shop, which for the always-running-late-Scarlet was quite good. She saw with a pleasant surprise that Nina had changed out of the grotty black Primark leggings and huge oversized pyjama top she’d been wearing like a heartbroken uniform around the flat for the past two weeks, and had put on a pair of clean jeans and a red jumper. The two greasy plaits that Brooke had put her hair into last Friday were gone too, and she’d washed her hair and straightened it so it was all sleek and glossy. There wasn’t any makeup on her face, but Scarlet would allow it. This was already more than she’d expected.

“Hey, girl,” Scarlet greeted her, Nina bouncing a little in surprise as Scarlet appeared beside her. “You look so good!”

“Aw, thanks! Jesus Christ I’m so nervous it’s like I can’t even think. Oh, shit, happy birthday!” Nina said, almost in one breath as she hugged Scarlet tightly, clinging to her like an anchor and in turn illustrating how nervous she was. “How’s it going so far?”

“Yeah, okay. Well, no. A bit weird actually,” Scarlet furrowed her brow, sweeping a hand through her hair as she thought about the phone call from Yvie. “Has Yvie seemed off to you at all?”

Nina shrugged, shaking her head. “No.”

“Right. It’s just…ugh, she phoned me this morning. Everything was fine, it was just….I don’t know. Something seemed off. She said she was in the Library cafe but…I could actually hear her, you know?”

“That place has all the decibels of a rave combined with the noise level of my placement class,” Nina agreed. Then, frowning, she shook her head. “She was probably just on the way out of it.”

“Yeah…” Scarlet muttered, still puzzled. “She told me to phone you, you know.”

Nina laughed, kicking the bluetooth speakers she’d set down on the pavement, presumably too heavy for her to hold. “Oh, fuck. Checking up on the latest casualty of love, then?”

Scarlet was suddenly embarrassed, unsure as to whether or not she should’ve told Nina that. “Do you not think that’s a bit…odd?”

“Nah. Not in the least. Hey, speaking of, can we get this show on the road before I completely shit myself and/or back out?” Nina asked quickly, taking a deep exhale and bouncing on the balls of her feet. Scarlet nodded quickly, apologizing and offering to help Nina with her speakers.

“No, you’re fine. This is my cross to bear,” Nina insisted, puffing a little as she picked them up and started walking in the direction of Monet’s flat. Scarlet knew it was only a few minutes’ walk away.

“So, uh. I have a lot of questions,” Scarlet laughed a little, pleased to see Nina up and about. Every time she’d been round at Yvie’s the girl had looked an absolute sight, and had only changed her clothes once- one day where she tried to go into uni but came back sobbing as she’d seen Monet and the girl had completely blanked her. “The first one is…do the others know that you’re doing this?”

“No. Only decided last night, and I’ve been psyching myself up ever since. I’m tired of feeling like shit, I’m tired of not knowing what could happen if I just swallowed my pride and told her the truth. I was so happy with Monet, I…” Nina sighed, stopping and hitching the speakers back up. “I want to feel that happy again.”

Scarlet nodded understandingly, and they walked in silence for a moment. Nina spoke after a short pause.

“What’re the others?”

“Huh?”

“The other questions? You said you had a lot.”

“Oh, right. Well, they all kind of combine into one, really, I mean…where did you get this idea from?” Scarlet laughed, her stomach tensing as they turned into Monet’s street. She didn’t know why she was nervous. It’s not as if she was trying to get her girlfriend back.

“Well, one of Monet’s favourite films is Ten Things I Hate About You, and I’m kind of trying to recreate that. She’s a romantic, and…well, I’m shy. I need to at least try putting myself out there, even if it’s only to win her back. It’s been over a week and I’ve been torturing myself with the whole thing day after day after day. I’m grabbing life by the balls, I’m womaning up. I’m making my own happy ending,“ Nina said determinedly, heaving the speakers a final step and planting them outside Monet’s stairwell.

"No I know! It’s very inspiring. Just…I mean, you could’ve texted her first?” Scarlet chewed her lip, watching Nina flick through her phone. “I mean, she might be out.”

“Much more romantic this way, Scarlet, and romance is the order of the day. I mean how many Disney princesses get wooed by a text? None. Monet’s a princess and she deserves a princess attempt at begging her to take me back,” Nina said matter-of-factly. Scarlet watched as Nina looked up at Monet’s window, the confidence she’d possessed earlier now seeming to melt away. Scarlet took a little step forward and squeezed her shoulder.

“Hey. This will work. I know it. Monet still likes you,” Scarlet gave her friend a comforting smile. “I know she does.”

Taking a deep breath and smiling a smile of gratitude, Nina suddenly pressed play on her phone and a loud intro boomed out through the speakers. It was louder than Scarlet had been expecting. Deafening, even. Never mind Monet’s flat, half the street could probably hear it. The first faces were already starting to appear at windows, but Nina began undeterred, staring up at the window that meant the most to her hopefully.

“You’re just too good to be true…can’t take my eyes off of you…”

Scarlet jumped as the window above Monet’s suddenly flew open and an outraged bald man yelled an obscenity out of it. Nina continued.

“I wanna hold you so much…at long last love has arrived…and I thank God I’m-”

“Turn that fucking racket off!” came a yell from a flat across the road. Annoyed, Scarlet threw them the middle finger. Nina kept going, her face almost pained as her eyes flicked between the three windows at the front of Monet’s flat. She completed another verse and then casually hummed along with the start of the instrumental, and all at once Scarlet saw her face light up as Monet’s curtain was pulled back and Monet, Bob and Monique appeared at the window. Scarlet watched as Monet’s face rapidly displayed confusion, annoyance, and finally affection as she realised where the noise was coming from. As Monet threw her window open, Nina flung her arms out and beamed up at her, in the face of now several angry tenants from both sides of the street who were doing everything from wishing Nina an untimely death to phoning the police.

“I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright I need you baby, to warm the lonely nights, I love you baby, trust in me when I say-”

Monet was attempting to inject some form of disapproval into her tone as she shouted down, but her huge smile gave too much away. “Nina, what the hell-”

“Oh pretty baby, don’t bring me down I pray, oh pretty baby, now that I found you stay and let me love you, baby, let me love you!” Nina continued, cutting Monet off mid-sentence. Bob had raised an unconvinced eyebrow at the singing Nina but Monique seemed to be loving it, and had her phone out filming it all.

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off-” Nina started again, but stopped abruptly as the music suddenly died. Confused and frowning, Nina ran to the speaker. Dismayed, she looked up at Scarlet. “Shit! It’s out of battery!”

There was a moment where the two girls on the street level looked at each other with panic. For a moment, Scarlet thought about carrying on regardless, and it seemed as if the thought crossed Nina’s mind too. However, seemingly sensing it was over, Monique applauded enthusiastically from the window, cheering for Nina. Unimpressed, Bob turned and left. Monet didn’t go anywhere. She was still rooted to the spot looking at Nina, her face beetroot red. Taking her chance, Nina yelled up at her.

“Monet, I’m so so fucking sorry!” she began, and Scarlet’s heart instantly broke. “This has been the hardest week for me in a long, long time and…fuck, I only broke up with you because I thought you were going to break up with me but I just instantly regretted it because you’re pretty much the best thing to happen to me and…God, I’m just an idiot.”

“Shit, Nina,” Monet replied, her voice a little faint at speaking pitch. She said something that neither Nina or Scarlet could make out.

“What?”

Monet rolled her eyes, amused. Yelling down, she clarified. “I said I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend! You tit!”

Nina’s face dropped in surprise, revealing what Scarlet had managed to keep secret this whole time. She was so glad she’d got to find out from Monet herself and not her or Vanjie or anyone else in their friend group. Just her and Monet. How it should be. How it should have been.

“Oh my God! Monet! I’m a fucking dick!”

“Yeah, you are,” Monet laughed, pausing and leaning her head on her hands as she continued. “So uh…you love me, is that what this is?”

Nina’s eyes awkwardly flickered to Monique. She shrugged. “Don’t stop on my account, this shit’s cute! It’s like Eastenders.”

“Piss off, Monique!” Monet snapped, shoving her out of view. Scarlet shifted from one foot to the next.

“Do you want me to go?” she offered Nina. Nina’s face instantly turned concerned.

“Oh, God no! She’s not forgiven me yet,” she whispered to her, Scarlet nodding understandingly and stepping back. Turning back to the window, Nina shrugged a little and smiled. “Fuck it, I do love you, Monet. At least, I think I do, I’ve never been in love before to figure it out. But if you give me a chance, I’ll try my best to figure it all out with you. I’m so fucking sorry, I…there’s no excuse for it. Maybe people do stupid shit when they’re in love.”

Scarlet watched as Monet’s face broke out into a smile. Nina gazed up at her hopefully. “Can you, uh. Can you forgive me?”

“Well, I don’t know if I’m ready yet. But I guess if you come up here…” a smirk slowly spread across Monet’s face, all at once seeming much more like the fun, flirty girl Scarlet knew her as. “…I might let you persuade me."

Nina’s face immediately turned completely pink as if someone had flipped a switch, and Scarlet looked up with surprise as muffled cheering came from the window adjacent to Monet’s. Looking up she found Monique watching the entire exchange from her own bedroom window completely unashamedly. Scarlet was distracted, though, by Nina suddenly wrapping her in a hug. Pulling away, she was beaming from ear to ear.

“Thanks so much, Scarlet. I don’t think I could have done any of this without you.”

Heart warmed, Scarlet batted a hand at her. “Hey, any of us would’ve come with you!”

“No, I needed you. Yvie would’ve told me the whole thing was a stupid idea, Brooke would’ve just moped around like she’s been doing for days on end. You’re the next reasonable choice,” Nina smiled gratefully, then took a quick look up at Monet’s window and bit her lip. “Fuck, do you think she’ll actually forgive me or-”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Nina, she’s so obviously about to bang your brains out!!” Scarlet cried exasperatedly, laughing at Nina’s instant blush.

“No, of course. You’re right. Fuck, shit, I should’ve worn nicer underwear. Am I even wearing a bra?”

“Just go-” Scarlet gently pushed Nina into the stairwell. “- and get your damn girlfriend back!”

“Right. Yes. Okay,” Nina babbled, turning and walking up the stairwell. Scarlet waited a second before she shouted at her.

“Speakers!”

“Speakers, yes, right,” Nina’s voice came from inside the building, the girl re-emerging from the stairwell, taking the speakers that she’d forgotten off the ground and scuttling inside again. Laughing, Scarlet grinned. She couldn’t wait to tell the girls about it all. Opening the group chat, she paused. Perhaps this was one Nina could do on her own.

Checking the time, Scarlet saw it was half twelve. She had said she’d head round to Yvie’s at one, but she was sure she wouldn’t mind if Scarlet was a bit early. Deciding to start walking, Scarlet began making her way to what was essentially her second home in the city now. It wasn’t a long walk, and Scarlet liked a wander at this time of year anyway. It was beginning to properly look like Springtime now, all the little bulbs poking out of the grass in the park and the air even smelling that little bit more sunshiney. Scarlet knew that didn’t make sense to anyone but her, but it made her happier knowing that better weather was on its way.    

Within ten minutes she was at Yvie’s door and pressing the buzzer. Scarlet stood for a moment and waited, which wasn’t usual. Brooke had once described Yvie reacting to the buzzer as racing to the door like an excited puppy, clamouring to let Scarlet in. Remembering the weird phone call, Scarlet felt a knot appear in her stomach. She buzzed again, waited again. Then there came a crackle.

“Hello?”

Scarlet recognised Yvie’s voice instantly. “Hey, it’s me! I’m a little bit early-”

“No, no, it’s fine- come up.”

The buzzer went, and Scarlet clicked open the door. She felt a little uneasy as she took the steps two at a time up to Yvie’s top floor flat. As she walked in through the door, Yvie was there to greet her.

“Hey, baby,” she smiled brightly, Scarlet not missing the way her eyes darted back inside just before she kissed her. “Happy birthday! How are you?”

“Uh, good, yeah. I’m good. Had a pretty weird day,” Scarlet admitted, watching as Yvie’s eyes darted back inside. This time, Scarlet followed her gaze.

“Is, uh. Is Nina not with you?” Yvie frowned, seeming worried as Scarlet entered the hallway.

“Nina? No, why would Nina be with me?” Scarlet frowned, taking off her jacket, folding it in half and crossing her arms. Yvie ran a hand through her hair.

“I just thought you two were hanging out- you said you’d phone her-”

Suddenly, there came what sounded like a giggle from the kitchen. Scarlet put two and two together and got a thousand.

“Yvie,” she began, her tone dark and her stomach churning. “Who’s in the kitchen?”

“What? Nobody. Nobody’s in,” Yvie frowned, her eyes darting to the kitchen door once more.

Scarlet paused for a moment. This was all wrong. Her mind was going too fast for her to catch up with. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Are you cheating on me?”

At once, she regretted the question as Yvie’s face dropped. “What?!”

“Are you cheating on me? Hiding your screen, shutting your laptop, being weird with me…it all adds up, fuck, Yvie, is she here? Is she here now?” Scarlet reeled off, feeling herself grow more and more frustrated. In a minute she would start with the angry tears but fuck, she couldn’t give Yvie the satisfaction of crying in front of her. How the fuck could she do this?

Yvie actually started laughing. “Is that what you think? Oh my God, Scarlet, I’m so fucking sorry.”

Confused, Scarlet fought the urge to push her girlfriend away as Yvie stepped forward and wrapped her in a tight cuddle. “I would never, ever, ever do something like that to you, okay? Let’s get that right from the start. You will never have to worry about that with me. Okay? Jesus Christ, I love you so much. You’re so dumb.”

“So you’ve not cheated?” Scarlet muttered quietly against Yvie’s chest. Her blood was still racing in her veins despite Yvie’s words calming her mind down. She felt Yvie pulling away and stepping back.

“Scarlet,” Yvie said simply, walking to the door. “What day is it today?”

“…my birthday?” Scarlet said blankly, watching as her girlfriend put her hand on the door handle.

“Exactly. So when it’s your girlfriend’s birthday, her twenty-first birthday, I should add, what do you do?”

Scarlet felt as if she was watching a murder mystery and couldn’t tie everything together. “You make dinner for them and spend time with them?”

“No…” Yvie laughed a little, turning the handle and cracking the door open a tiny bit. “You make sure she’s out of the house for the day and-”

As Yvie threw the door open, Scarlet almost got the fright of her life as the room was filled with screaming, confetti and party poppers. Blinking and trying to get over her shock, she could see Vanjie, Akeria, Silky, Brooke and Plastique, and they were all running to hug her. Finally, it sank in what was going on.

“Oh my God…you guys…this is a surprise birthday party?!” she squealed, the rollercoaster of emotions she’d been put through in the past five minutes causing tears to spring to her eyes. Akeria, who had found herself in the middle of the hug, laughed and gave her a shake.

“Not just any surprise birthday party! Your fuckin’ surprise twenty-first birthday party!!” she all but yelled into Scarlet’s ear, giving her an extra tight squeeze. As the girls pulled away from her, Scarlet frantically took in her surroundings. There was confetti all over the floor and pink balloons hanging from every possible place they could hang from. Across the wall above the kitchen cupboards, there was a very obviously homemade banner that said “HAPPY 21ST SCARLET WE LOVE U”, and on the kitchen table there were cakes, a selection of all the best beige-coloured party food, and a massive bowl of punch which, if Silky had had any hand in creating, would be absolutely lethal.

“What…but I still don’t get all of this!” Scarlet laughed in delight, feeling Yvie wrap her in a hug from behind. Doubling over laughing, she pointed to her girlfriend. “I just asked her if she was cheating on me!!”

The room exploded with laughter. Three of the girls started speaking at the same time, then one voice began to dominate.

“You seriously believed we weren’t gonna do stuff for your birthday just because it’s a Sunday?!” Vanjie screeched in disbelief. “Fuck outta here! It’s your 21st, bitch, of course we had to do somethin’!!”  

“Yvie messaged us all about two weeks ago making sure we were all free,” Plastique explained, smiling. “And we’ve been planning what to do ever since. If we’d known she’d be that bad at not acting suspicious we’d have organised it all without her.”

“So wait…did you even have an essay to hand in this morning?” Scarlet wondered, turning to her girlfriend. Yvie laughed.

“Nope. It was all LIES, Scarlet, lies! I was to make sure you didn’t stay over so we could make things and set stuff up all morning. And Nina was supposed to hang out with you and bring you back to the flat when we were ready. Which, by the way, where is Nina?”

“She’s, uh. It’s a long story,” Scarlet rubbed her forehead, too exhausted to even get into it. “I’ll let her tell you when she gets here. At least, I’m assuming she’ll be coming.”

“She better had, bitch, it’s your twenty-first!” Silky yelled indignantly. Scarlet wanted to say that the girl would’ve had a pretty good excuse to miss things, but she held her tongue. Still intrigued, she cast her eyes around the room again.

“So, wait, what’s the actual plan for today?”

“Movie afternoon here with all the food. Drinking Silk’s punch and getting day drunk,” Brooke explained with a smile before being cut off by Vanessa.

“Hey, I helped make that punch, gimme credit, bitch!” she flipped her hair, a little twinkle of something in her eye that intrigued Scarlet. Brooke seemed nonplussed and just smirked.

“Fuck, well. That’s even more reason to stay away from it, it’s probably just vodka and food colouring.”

As the other girls laughed, Vanessa leaned over and gave Brooke a small shove in the ribs. Scarlet exchanged quick eye contact with Yvie, and the look her girlfriend gave her seemed to say that there was more she’d be told later.

“Once we finish the movie then we’re gonna do MarioKart or Mario Party, then get ready and go out. Fuck a degree if we can’t have a life,” Akeria explained further. Scarlet felt like crying again. This was the feeling of running downstairs at 9 years old, of her presents in the kitchen and the people she loved happy and excited for her. These girls were truly her second family.

“Fuck, thank you guys. I love you so much,” Scarlet whispered, not trusting herself to speak unless her voice cracked. The girls all fussed over her and went in for a second hug, only pulling away when Silky cried out that it was punch time.

“What’re we watching, babe?” Yvie called over from the punch bowl, as Scarlet sat herself on her and Yvie’s favourite chair and the other girls began getting themselves comfy. Scarlet quickly forgot about what Yvie had asked, however, as she noticed something- Vanessa, Akeria and Silky all sitting on the sofa, but Vanessa positioning herself at the edge next to the other armchair. Brooke was sitting in it, and the two girls were actually talking. Not just talking. Smiling. Bickering playfully about fuck-knows-what.

“Scarlet!” Plastique suddenly shouted, causing her to yell in surprise. The other girls laughed. “Yvie said what’re we watching?”

“Uh, Princess Diaries, duh,” Scarlet rolled her eyes. As Yvie came back and grabbed the remote, she wordlessly tapped Scarlet’s phone. Picking up on the signal, Scarlet grabbed it and unlocked it.

Y: they’ve been like this all day btw

Y: arguing like an old married couple and flirting and shit

Y: wtf is going on

Scarlet’s brow furrowed as she read the messages. That was weird. Weird, weird, weird, and Scarlet didn’t know what to think. She was suddenly distracted by a notification from the group chat before she could speculate any further.

Kim Kardashian-West: I’m out of the doghouse and my depressive slump. Me and MY GIRLFRIEND will be with u all in an hour xoxoxoxoxoxo

As the news gradually reached the others in the room, it became filled with shouts and cries of excitement, disbelief and joy at Nina finally having fixed things with Monet.

“Wait, wait, wait a minute,” Plastique said urgently, turning round so quickly to look at Scarlet she was sure it would give her whiplash. “You were with her. What happened?”

Scarlet let out a laugh as she realised all the girls had their eyes on her like trained snipers. Who needed a movie when she could recount the great stairwell serenade she’d witnessed earlier?

“Buckle up, children,” Scarlet began, leaning on her knees. “It’s storytime.”

[macbookpro-hard-drive]

control [jeremy h. x squipped!reader] pt.2

now to give y’all what you truly only follow me for: more writing about musical characters. catch me sitting here thinking abt hadestown amongst all of this. the longer its been since ive seen it, the more in love with it i fall, i s2g. 

warnings: squip bein a piece of shit (so just... manipulation n the like). thts rly about it but let me kno if i need to tag anything else!

      All in a moment, you were seeing stars. Rich’s arm had been clasped tightly around your waist, his other hand covering your mouth in an attempt to muffle the screams of anguish that had crashed over you in waves and dragged you under. There was a stinging in your hand, and as you went quiet, you felt Rich tense behind you. Slowly, he drew his hand back from your mouth, letting you go and, regretfully, watching you collapse onto the ground. And then you were seeing stars again - real ones, twinkling overhead as you breathed heavily. The pain tapered off, bit by bit by bit, while fatigue settled in it’s place. All you could do was lay there in the cold dirt, staring up at the the night sky as your chest heaved. Rich finally offered you a hand, waiting until you finally managed to muster up the strength to take it. In a swift movement, he pulled you back onto your feet with ease - and you noticed how buff he was compared to how he was in the past. Dirt covered your clothes, and you noticed that the sting in your hand had been due to it being sliced open by a rock that cut into it during your struggles. Fuck, you were going to have to make sure that was taken care of as soon as you were home. Finally, your gaze fell back to Rich, the headlights of his truck illuminating the entire scene in front of you. Before you could even fathom a thought, you reacted, swinging a punch at his arm and catching him off-guard. Immediately he stepped back, staring at you as he rubbed his arm, brow furrowed in confusion and anger.

      “What the fuck was that for?” He asked, voice running a little high for a moment. “Also what the fuck, you throw a pretty mean punch for a-”

      You didn’t give him time to finish the thought, curling your hands into fists and ignoring the stinging in your palm. “What the fuck, Rich - you said it’d hurt a bit-”

       “I said it’d hurt for a bit- you didn’t ask how bad-”

       “He is correct. Reviewing your memories shows that he did say it would hurt for “a bit” and not that the pain would be minor-”

       “-What the fuck?” You stumbled back slightly, looking around for the source of this new voice for a moment. “Holy shit.”

      Rich cracked a smile as you straightened up slightly. “It worked, didn’t it?”

      “I.. think?” You said, voice oozing with uncertainty.

      “It did.” The voice said, “like I previously stated, I am your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. Your SQUIP.”

      Was that annoyance? You frowned, looking back to Rich with uncertainty oozing from every movement. “You... you weren’t scamming me-” And you cut yourself off there, “holy shit.” You stood there, processing the events that had just occurred. It wasn’t until Rich glanced to his phone with wide eyes that you realized how late it was.

      “Hey, shit, uh - we should get going,” Rich said, “you can... deal with that later,” he picked up the box, “c’mon. I said I’d give you a ride.”

      With a slow nod, you followed him back to his truck, and pulled yourself up into the passenger seat with a small leap while Rich rambled off an apology. The whole seizing you and trying to quiet you down because, y’know, you’d been screaming and he didn’t really know how to explain that kind of shit to people without getting arrested. On one hand, you were bothered by that - the immediate instinct being to grab and hold you down - but... you understood. The thoughts of what could have came flood into your head, and - fuck, you didn’t need for the police to show up. He followed every direction you gave him, getting him to stop down the street from your house in order to make your sneaking in easier. With a quick thanks, you hopped out of his truck and shut his door as quietly as you could before crossing your front yard. As you reached your doorstep, you heard his car pulling off, and you glanced over your shoulder to watch him make a u-turn before driving away.

      “You need to bandage your hand before it gets infected.” Your SQUIP said. You shut the door behind you, locking it back as you pressed your back against it.

      Lowering your voice down to a whisper, you respond. “You kinda sound like-”

      “I know. My default setting. Of course, if you dislike it, I have other modes for your perusal-”

      You shook your head, “that’s... fine. You’re fine.” Glancing down at your bleeding palm, you head towards the bathroom to find the first aid kit tucked underneath the sink. The sting of disinfectant made you let out a hiss of pain, and you internally cursed the fact that it happened to be your writing hand that got hurt. Note-talking was going to be the highlight of your day, that was certain.

      “You should wrap it and keep the wound dry.” Your SQUIP said, right as you were about to unwrap a band-aid.

      You found the bandages, and nodded a little. “Okay.”

      “You should also avoid speaking aloud when responding to me.”

      Pausing, the bandage loosens slightly around your palm, and you looked up into the mirror for a moment. “Then how do I-”

      “Think at me.” It said, “like... telepathy.”

      You resumed your work for a moment, before going to respond. “Like-” You stopped, “like this?”

      “Indeed. I can sense some discomfort whenever you’re responding to me.”

      “Yeah,” you wrapped the bandage tight, wiggling your fingers, “I guess... it’s just... it’s kinda weird to just talk to a voice in my head.”

      “Think at me.” You frowned at the command, but it continued on with it’s thought nonetheless, “would you prefer something visual? I’m capable of manipulating your senses in order to create something for you to see - albeit a bit more holographic in order to differentiate myself from those around you.” There was a pause, before it finally spoke again, “but it would still be a visual nonetheless.”

      Processing the information, you nodded slightly. “That’d be nice but... You could still turn it off, right?”

      For a moment, you’re sure that you disappointed it - speaking aloud again. But it finally spoke once more, almost sounding resigned for that night.“Yes. You need to change. You’re still covered in dirt.” You looked down at your dirt-stained sweatpants and shirt. So you were.

      Throwing everything back into the kit, you tucked it back underneath the sink and head to your room, glad to be back in this little sanctuary. You stripped off the shirt and sweatpants, kicking them underneath your bed for the time being, making a mental note to throw that in with the rest of your laundry on Sunday, and searched through your drawers for something else to wear. You snatched up an oversize t-shirt, slipping it on before curling up underneath your blankets. Everything felt quiet. You tugged the blankets closer to you as you turned over, and soon you felt drowsiness take over, sooner than you expected. Nonetheless, you were asleep within minutes.

      The next morning, you woke up to quiet and found yourself wondering if the night before had been some fucked-up dream. Then you noticed the bandage around your hand, stretching and popping your fingers as you stared at the covered palm. Not a dream, then - but you felt alone, no voice in your head. Maybe it was broken? You scowled a little at the thought - fucking Rich Goranski who scammed you out of six-hundred dollars for a faulty pill that worked for, what, a few hours? What the fuck kind of drugs did he-

      A figure glitched into being in front of you. “Good morning.”

      You let out a shriek, hand clasping over your mouth as you jumped at the sudden sight and sound before staring at this strange holographic figure in front of you - glitching slightly with it’s movement. You opened your mouth to speak, before closing it, remembering the whole ‘telepathy’ shit. “Good morning?”

      “Is this to your liking?” Your SQUIP walked over towards your door, and you just sort of sat there staring at it’s newfound presence. “I can adjust as necessary, but-”

      “It’s fine.”

      It shot a small frown at you, but looked toward your closet. “We need to discuss this Jeremy that you’re into.”

      “What about him?” You bit the inside of your cheek, combing your fingers through your hair. There... was honestly a lot to unpack about Jeremy, if you were honest.

      The figure glitched before you, staring at your closet doors. Taking the hint, you walked over, pulling the doors open as you swore you saw a small smirk play upon it’s lips - and, to be honest, you weren’t sure why. “Why Jeremy? There are far more popular boys and girls at Middleborough that would benefit you more to date. For example,” it paused, analyzing as you watched the faintest trace of binary flash through it’s eyes, “Jake Dillinger: kicker for the football team, very attractive, popular... or Brooke Lohst: popular, pretty, and...” It paused again, “... Jake would be better for you.”

      Had you thought about dating Jake Dillinger? Sure - a lot of people fantasized about it at least once or twice, because he was Jake Dillinger. But nonetheless, you never had a connection with Jake. Not like you did with Jeremy. “I don’t... I don’t want to date Jake. He’s cute and all, but... I like Jeremy. I want to talk to him again.” Shifting your weight, you stared into the back of your closet absentmindedly. “I miss him.”

      Your SQUIP reached past you, fingers fazing through the articles of clothing hanging up before finally withdrawing it’s hands. Slowly, it extended its arm once more, tapping towards a piece of clothing, “take this out. You need to put all of this away - it isn’t cold enough for you to wear things this heavy,” it glanced back at you as you reached out, pulling article after article out of your closet, “once the weather gets colder, then you can bring back... this. But for now, you need to dress to accentuate your figure, [y/n]. Stop hiding.” Over the next few minutes, your hands begun to move on their own as the SQUIP took control, tired of your slowness compared to its own movements. Soon enough, your closet was thinned out a fair amount. How many hoodies did you own? “Too many. We need to buy you more clothing.”

      “You do realize I spent all my money on you, right?” You turned to your bed, the mountain of clothes sitting there. As you moved to take care of it, you watched your SQUIP process info once more.

      “Thrift shops are an alternative.”

      “I know, but have you considered...” You stopped folding one of your hoodies, looking back to the SQUIP, “I literally just spent all my money on you?”

      “Save up.”

      You stopped what you’d been doing. “What?”

      “You receive a weekly allowance. Besides...” It paused, a small smirk playing at the corner of its lips, “if my calculations are correct, you may have work lined up for you right about-”

      As if on cue, your phone buzzed against your nightstand. Your gaze didn’t leave your SQUIP’s form as you reached to pick it up, finding your aunt’s name scrawled across the screen. You answered, pulling the phone up to your ear only to have a request: babysitting, because somebody got into another fight and she can’t trust him to stay there alone - and then rattled off more information, talking about how Sarah has a ballet recital, and Katherine’s science project is due Monday, and in an attempt to break away from the phone call, you quickly informed her you’d be over whenever she needed you. Delighted, she gave you a time and thanked you a thousand times before saying she’d see you later.

      Immediately, your focus was on your SQUIP. “How the fuck did you know that?”

      “I see possible routes and events. This was just one of them, as, judging by your memories, there was a note about your cousin’s upcoming recital - and, knowing Thomas and Katherine would have their own reasons to not go, your aunts would call you to babysit.” You furrowed your brow, trying to process what it’d just told you before it finally let out a sigh. “Try not to think of it. I’ll take care of conjuring these things. All you need to do is listen.”

       You hesitated to agree.

       Babysitting your cousins earned you roughly fifty bucks - which was enough for you to dip into a thrift store and find a few things that your SQUIP approved of. Come Monday, you were sporting a pretty sweet jean jacket-hoodie combo and you’d found a pair of black jeans that fit rather nicely. It wasn’t much, but it was a difference from the you that hid themself as best as they could. You looked... different. You felt different, staring at yourself in the mirror, your Hylian shield pin gleaming in the light and reminding you of the battle you had over it with the SQUIP - it advocating against, and you for in an attempt to have some sort of familiarity - that you were surprised to have won. In exchange, your SQUIP directed you away from the cafeteria come lunch time.

      “You’ll still have time to eat,” it clarified, “we just have some business to take care of first.”

      “Okay,” you watched as it trailed in front of you, hands folded behind its back, shoulders squared and just oozing confidence you wish you had. “What business?”

      It peered over it’s shoulder at you, before turning it’s attention back to where you were going. “We need to get you involved in the show. If you want to get close to Jeremy, you have to spend time with him first.”

      “Wait - but it was already cast a few weeks ago, it’s not like I can-”

      “There’s more to a play than acting, [y/n].” Your SQUIP faltered in it’s gait for a moment, “Perhaps it’s useful you’re an artist.”

      The two of you neared Reyes’s classroom, chatter loud and clear. Mr.Reyes with his strong, clear voice - and then you could hear Christine Canigula, chipper as ever, and you couldn’t fight back a small smile at the mere passion she held for theatre. Standing out of sight, you gathered your confidence as best as you - it was only Mr.Reyes and Christine, after all. You could handle talking to them, finding a place for you to help out. This was going to be fine-

      And then you heard him, The moment Jeremy’s voice rang out, you turned on your heel and ducked into a bathroom - your SQUIP rematerializing in front of you as you checked the stalls. Once you confirmed you were alone, you turned to face your SQUIP, its eyes pinned to you with utmost boredom.

     “What the fuck!” You hissed, keeping your voice quiet and low. “I can’t go in there if Jeremy’s - did you know he was going to be here?”

      “Stop speaking aloud.” It chided you, before pressing its lips together. “And... Yes. The probability was high, but this is good for us. Now Jeremy will see you’re serious about this - he’ll see that you’re passionate about art. And theatre, I suppose. Calm down,” it’s voice goes softer, “you’ll do fine. I’m here.”

      You nodded slowly, turning and walking towards the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror. With a sigh, you turned back to your SQUIP, fingers grazing the cold porcelain as you nodded. “Alright,” you finally said, “what’s the plan?”

      It smiled. “As I said before - we need you to be involved in the show. Perhaps you could put those art skills of you to good use and paint scenery - or you could be running crew. Both gives you a good excuse to stay in the auditorium and near Jeremy.” It walked behind you, pressing a hand against your back, “straighten up. You need to be confident. You’ve got this.”

      You turned, looking up at it. “And if I don’t?”

      “That’s what I’m here for.”

      After a moment of hesitating, you finally nodded. What do you have to be afraid of? You took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as you stepped out of the bathroom and towards the classroom. Once more, you hesitated outside of the door, your SQUIP giving you a small nod as you finally knocked. When you stepped in, Jeremy’s eyes widened.

      “[y/n]?” He said, brows furrowed as you walked closer into the room.

      You uttered some sort of greeting, Mr.Reyes making some quip about not having any money for cookies as you grew nearer. You forced a laugh.

      Your SQUIP’s laid a hand on your shoulder. “Ask.”

      So you did. “I was wondering if there’s anything I could do for the play?” You fought to keep your voice steady, anxiety already biting at you. Your hands slowly drifted towards one another, only for a small shock to tear your fingers apart before your habit could bubble up.

      “...Really?” Mr.Reyes said, watching you - as if this was some weird prank. Maybe drama wasn’t nearly as popular here as you thought, considering what you’d heard about the cast....

      With a nod, you spoke again, “I haven’t really been into theatre for long-”

      “But you’ve always wanted to try.” Your SQUIP said, and you nearly nodded except for the thought of how weird that would make you look. Gently, it’s hand landed on your shoulder. “Calm down. I’m right here.”

      “I’ve always wanted to try, though. And I thought that maybe-”

      “You’d start with crew and audition for the spring show.”

     “-I’d, uh, start with backstage stuff and, uh, audition for the spring show?” You tried to make your words flow together effortlessly, as if you weren’t being fed lines - and, somehow, they bought it.

       Mr.Reyes nodded slowly, before looking over to Christine and smiling as he turned back to you and launched into an oddly dramatic speech about the importance of a production team, and how - if you’re interested - there’s a few zombies that they’ll need stage makeup for. But his words began to fall into meaningless dribble behind you as you caught a glimpse of your SQUIP trailing around to where Jeremy sat, giving him a slow once over. And slowly, it’s gaze turned to Christine, lips pressed into a thin line. Part of you was terrified of whatever it was thinking, about what judgement it was passing on Jeremy... the other was merely curious. Perhaps it had a better idea about-

      “As soon as you’ll need me,” the words were out of your mouth before you could even process what happened. The blend of your voice alongside your SQUIP’s as it spoke for you, and then the soft whisper of a “you’re welcome” was enough to give you goosebumps. But then Jeremy smiled at you, and everything that felt wrong melted away in an instant.

      After school, you’d typically be driving to the mall or driving home to sit around and either play video games or draw until your homework became too pressing. But this time you shoved your books into your bag and walked from your last class to the auditorium at the request of Mr.Reyes - who wanted you to watch rehearsal and get a feel for the show. When you nearly asked if that could wait until tomorrow, your SQUIP chastised you immediately - this was a chance to get close to Jeremy. So you smiled and agreed, shooting a quick text to your parents so they wouldn’t worry if rehearsal ran late, and hesitated outside of the doors for a moment. Gathering your courage, you pulled the door open to find the room completely empty as you walked down towards the front row, slinging your bag into a chair and sitting in wait for anyone to show up. Part of you hoped it’d be Rich first, because then at least it’d be a friendly face - and you could maybe ask some questions if you had them, considering he knew more about SQUIPs than you did.

      Your SQUIP materialized in front of you, arms folded across it’s chest. “Jeremy will be arriving soon. You have approximately four minutes and twenty seconds alone with him.” When you snorted, it merely glared before looking past you.

      “Sorry.” Then you felt a shock travel to your fingers, tearing them away from one another as you looked up. “What the fuck-”

      “You were picking at your nails again. You need to stop.” It sighed as it looked back to you, “we need to make the most of this time alone. It is imperative you make a good impression.” It trailed past you, aimlessly wandering back and forth as you stopped paying attention for a moment.

      The sound of the doors opening with a screech caught your attention, the loud whine making you turn to see Jeremy hesitating for a moment upon seeing that the room wasn’t empty. But the moment you laid eyes on him, he continued down, fingers curled tightly around the straps of his bag. Ever so slightly, he relaxed as he drew nearer to you.

      “Hey,” you called out with a smile, “how are you?”

      He was caught off-guard for a moment. “Fine. Why are you here?” He stopped near you, swinging his backpack into a seat and unzipping it.

      “Reyes asked-”

      “No, I know that - I just- I mean- why are you here?” He paused for a moment, fishing around in his bag, before tacking on “I thought you weren’t into theatre.”

      Shit. “I, uh-”

     “It’s a recent interest. You’re exploring your options.”

      You swallowed your panic. “It’s, uh, a recent thing. I, uh, wanted to maybe try something new...”

      Jeremy looked over at you, still suspicious, before he looked back to his bag. Shit. “Okaaaaay,” he said, obviously not entirely convinced by your answer. He paused, finally finding what he was looking for as he pulled out a thick script with pages tabbed with different colors, and then he looked back at you. “Shit, sorry, I just- I didn’t expect to see you here.”

      “No, it’s - it’s fine, Jeremy,” you insisted. The SQUIP phased through him, side-stepping and nodding towards his script. You continued on, “So, uh, who are you?”

      For a moment he stood there, just staring at you with furrowed brow and utter confusion written on his face before he finally glanced down to what he was holding. “Oh! Uh, Lysander.”

      “That’s great!” You chirped, trying to play it off as if you knew who that was.

      “Ask him if he needs help with lines.”

      “So, uh, Jeremy,” you started, “if you ever need help running lines - I’m, uh, I’m here.”

      “I’m fine.” He said, “I’m sorry, I just - you never mentioned being into this stuff before, so...”

      “I mean - it’s been a while...” You trailed off. Uncertainty began to leak in as the conversation died down, and then before you could process what was happening, you were speaking. “I’m really excited to see you perform, Jeremy. I’m sure you’ll be amazing.”

      His cheeks grew pink as he fumbled with the script slightly, looking away from you in some attempt to compose himself. “Oh. Uh. Thanks, I guess. But you should really see Christine,” he began to smile, face red, “I mean - she’s the real star, y’know?” He looked back at you, completely starry-eyed. “Have you seen her act?” Fuck. “She’s just - she’s amazing, [y/n]...”

      The door screeching open was your cue to bolt out of your seat, coming up with some excuse as you tore past Brooke and Jenna and down the hall. Your breath caught in your chest, as you turned a corner and pressed your back against the lockers as panic filled your every thought. Your SQUIP materialized in front of you once more, watching as your breath grew quick and tears began to stream down your face. Fuck, you should have known Jeremy would still be in love with her - but you didn’t think he’d forget you were with him the first time he saw her perform. It had been you and him and Michael. Just as it always was. And now, when you need someone, your SQUIP stood idly by, staring down at the ground with furrowed brow and jaw clenched, arms folded tightly over it’s chest. You focused on slowing your breathing, trying to calm down for a moment - just a moment to resurface yourself back to reality.

      You finally looked back at your SQUIP, growing frustrated. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

      “I’m processing.” It merely stated, “are you certain you want to keep pursuing Jeremy? There are other students at this school who don’t harbor feelings for Christine Canigula. Jake Dillinger, from my calculations - or that boy in broadcasting, Link. He’s also attractive. Brooke Lohst is also attractive and would be more than willing to-”

      “No!” You snapped, before calming down. “Are you - you’re saying this is hopeless, isn’t it?”

       Your SQUIP pinched the bridge of it’s nose, growing more frustrated and leaving you to grow more anxious. “No. I’m saying pursuing Jeremy will be difficult considering we have to account for his feelings for Christine. We just have to show him that you would be a much better match for him,” your SQUIP said, staring at you.

      “But how-”

      The moment you heard footsteps echoing from around the corner, your SQUIP looked back at you - and, for a split second, you thought you saw a smirk. “Tear ducts, activate.”

      That was the moment everything in your world started to tumble down.

[canaryatlaw]

well, today was fine, I’m just kinda discouraged right now because of depressing real world stuff related to child rights and how I’m supposed to improve a government run system that is supposed to protect children when the same damn government is intentionally harming children in almost identical situations. Sigh. That’s one more thing I can’t wrap my head around, but hopefully tomorrow I will find strength to carry on. I pretty much have to, really. anyway. today was fine. I woke up at 6:30 am and grabbed my stuff and ubered to the airport. Had a nice conversation with my uber driver, very nice guy, so I sent him a $5 tip with a thank you note afterwards. I arrived by 7:30 with my flight not supposed to leave till 9:15, so I had plenty of time. I got my bag checked in and weighed without any issue, and I guess they were trying to get people through security faster (though it didn’t seem like there was a particularly large amount of people there) so they didn’t do shoes off or laptops out, just said to keep everything in place and just had to walk through a metal detector instead of the full body scanner thing, so that was nice because the full body scanner thing likes to give me weird results that sometimes lead to awkward pat downs or conversations like “is there something in your pockets?” and I’m just like “.....I’m wearing yoga pants I don’t even have any pockets” but thankfully that was all avoided and I was quickly through. Had to walk a bit to the gate, passed the Starbucks on the way and stopped because I needed some caffeine, and of course I can’t have coffee but their refreshers have caffeine. I wanted to try their new one, the mango dragonfruit again, but they ended up being out of it so I just got my typical berry hibiscus one, which is always good. Walked the rest of the way to my gate, they were still boarding the flight before ours, so I doubled back to where there was a little bakery/breakfast place set up and got an bacon egg and cheese croissant from them and I s2g it was like the best thing I’ve ever eaten, lol. So I went back to the gate and ate that, and waited. While I was sitting there this sweet older lady came up to me and was like “can I take a picture of your hair? I want my to look just like that and I can never describe it right to the person” and at first I thought she was talking about the color because that’s generally what garners interest in my hair from strangers and I was like oh boy I have to explain this crazy color regimen to her, but then it was clarified that she actually meant the haircut itself, so of course I said yes and let her take a few pictures from different angles. I’m sure my hairdresser will be pleased to hear her work garnered such positive reviews, especially since I just got it cut yesterday. Eventually we were able to start boarding, I somehow pissed off the airline sufficiently to land myself in group 9 for boarding, I’ve never even know there was a group 9, but apparently I managed to get the crappiest (cheapest) ticket package that put me all the way in the back of the line. I don’t care of course what order I get in when the seats are already pre-chosen, I don’t use the overhead bins anyway so it really doesn’t matter to me. I was sitting further up than I normally do just because it’s what was available, I normally like to sit by the wings in a window seat a few rows from the emergency exit, because that’s supposed to be the safest place to be structurally as well as access to the exit should anything go wrong, but I was in row 6 today with a window seat, and that was fine. I grabbed the magazine first of course and found the sudoku puzzles, and I managed to get through the easy, medium, and all the obvious spots on the hard one before getting into the real theoretical stuff to figure out answers (I’m too out of practice for that tbh) just when they cleared us to use larger electronic devices, so I put the magazine back and pulled out my laptop, and clicked play on the downloaded version of Heathers the musical I ripped from Vimeo last night for my in flight entertainment, and it was definitely entertaining. The volume was kind of annoying because I wouldn’t be able to hear what they were saying in conversations so I’d turn it up but then when it got to the music it would be way too loud so I ended up going back and forth on it a lot. But yeah it was fun to watch through, don’t have too many original thoughts on it from this run through. I ended up getting halfway through “My Dead Gay Son” before they told us to put the laptops away, so that was pretty good. Landed smoothly, the airport is tiny (like it’s legit one hallway) and my aunt was going to meet me outside, so I just had to grab my bag from the baggage carousel. There was a bit of confusion though because they didn’t have signs indicating what flight the baggage was from and apparently there were two flights that came in from Chicago at like the same time so there was a lot of confusion between people and for a few minutes I was convinced they’d lost my bag and was starting to hardcore panic because I know I should keep my pill case in my carryon in case something like this happens but it’s always so bulky and in the way and even if I keep it in a giant ziplock bag it can still get popped open and send pills flying everywhere. But luckily before I got too far along panicking a worker came out and told us where our baggage would be coming so that quickly soothed my concern. Got my bag, walked right out and got in my aunt’s car and headed home. the rest of my family (or my parents and my sister anyway, somehow everyone neglected to tell me my brothers weren’t coming on this trip, which is not something I’m disappointed about, I just felt like this should’ve been something I was told at some point) wasn’t getting in until on a later flight since they were coming from NY. We stopped at Wendy’s and brought lunch back to my uncle and girl cousin (I’m just gonna call them girl cousin and boy cousin because there’s only two of them so it’s the easiest way to do it), the latter of which had to go take a final for her online Spanish college class, so she got sent off to do that for a while. I ate and then settled in on my computer, and a bit after that my aunt went back to the airport to retrieve the rest of my family. While she was doing that I ended up having a nearly hour long phone call (though to be fair at least half of it was spent on hold) trying to figure out if we could get our plane tickets to one con switched to another because of different celebrity appearances that had been unexpected, but the basic answer was no, there’s no way you can cancel or transfer unless you pay a fee of $400 per ticket (so $800) when the tickets only cost under $500 to begin with so like no....I’m not doing that. And it was so stupid because there was literally a flight to the second place that fit the same exact time constraints and was actually cheaper than the original one that they just could've switched us over to at literally no cost to them, and they just refused to do so. I was especially pissed because I had gone out of my way to get “travel insurance” for this trip, only to find out it only covers sickness that had to be proven by a doctor’s note or some other extraordinary circumstance that required extensive documentation to use, and like, I was really pissed because that’s not at all how they described it on the site and I may have thrown a line or two in there about how they’re really just setting themselves up for a deceptive marketing practices lawsuit to be brought against them just for the hell of it, which was the least I could do honestly. But yeah, all in all we were fucked and didn’t have another $500 to shell out to buy the new tickets independently so I guess we’re stuck with our original plans. Oh well. Some time after that we had dinner, and after that I went with my aunt and my parents down to the oceanfront and walked on the pier for a bit then walked a bit on the beach, it was really nice I liked it a lot. On the way home I may have encouraged some thoughts my aunt had about stopping for “ice cream or frozen yogurt or something” and she brought us to this cute little homemade place which was like, seriously some of the best ice cream I’ve ever eaten. They make their waffle cones fresh and like, you can see where they’re folded because the seam part kind of sticks out flat after it meets the other end which is just like super authentic and it tasted so good. They had a lot of tempting flavors, but after tasting it I decided I had to go with the cinnamon caramel oatmeal cookie, which was really just heaven and I was so glad I got it. It was cool too because they had vegan options made with coconut milk (my mom isn’t vegan but she has dietary restrictions that mean she can’t have dairy) and they actually had the same flavor I got made with the coconut milk, so we had the dairy and non-dairy versions of the same ice cream flavor, so that was cool. We sat and ate our ice cream, then continued on the way home. We sat out on the back porch for a little bit looking at the stars (I always forget how many there actually are until I’m out in the middle of nowhere and see them) which was nice, then we moved indoors and I went on my laptop for a while, and was eventually joined in the living room with my aunt and dad (mom went to bed) where we first watched the clip of James Corden doing carpool karaoke with Paul McCartney which was highly entertaining, even with having to deal with my father’s insistence that all of their songs were really about drugs, and then we watched a new Brian Regan recorded live show, so he was always funny. We pretty much started to go to bed after that, after I did my reblogging thing here I went back to the room I’m in (it’s currently the “guest” bedroom, it used to be my girl cousin’s room but when boy cousin moved out (he’s 21 I think) she transferred it to her room, which is where my parents are staying, then I’m in the guest room and my sister and cousin are on the couch/air mattress in the game room because they’re kids or whatever and want to bounce around and stay up late anyway. And yeah, I showered and then started writing this and here we are. Most of the day was objectively good, just a few sore spots bringing it down at times. Hopefully tomorrow I will feel better about my drive to actually make a difference in our awful government who very clearly does not know how to take care of children. Alright folks, that’s it for now, it’s past 1:30 am and sleep is calling my name. Goodnight babes. Happy Wednesday.

[freetheworms]

🌻you don't have to if you don't want to but these are really amusing

omg as long as u like them i’ll try and deliver ♡ let’s see…

okay so i’ve grown out of it for the most part, but when i was younger, i was such a restless sleeper that i would end up talking out loud more often than not. a bunch of my friends and family members have told me some pretty good stories over the years of things i’ve done so i might as well share lmao

the first one i can remember was when i was really young, like 9 or 10, my two best friends stayed over for a Harry Potter movie marathon. being the little rugrats we were, of course we fell asleep somewhere in the middle of like, the second movie like a bunch of plebs.

my one friend wakes up on my left, and realizes the TV is still on. y'know when the screen is black but you can still hear that really high pitched noise that tells you it’s not off? yeah.

so naturally, she says “oh, the TV’s still on,” hoping i’ll rouse and fix the issue because trying to work your friend’s TV remote is like trying to hack into the fuckin FBI i s2g.

anyway, i do not, in fact, rouse from my slumber to aid my friend. oh no. instead, i sit up and turn to face her, EYES STILL CLOSED, and in a very dead voice, go, “freaky. huh?” and then lay back down like the little fucker that i am and go right the fuck back to sleep.

i woke up to both of my friends sleeping in my spare room.

the tv was still on.

the next story, i was actually awake for… sort of. now, this is why i said i’d grown out of these shenanigans… for the most part. because even to this day, i have the tendency to not… fully wake up if you catch me at the wrong time. which can lead to me saying… interesting things that are neither factual nor sensical.

exhibit A: in high school, i had an after school job. some days, if i was lucky, i’d have like two hours after school before my start time. so, i would nap, as any other sane person would do. this particular day was no different.

except that i forgot to call my mom to say i got home, so she called from work and woke me up half an hour early as she was leaving.

whatever, i mumbled some shit and went back to sleep. she gets home to what i’m sure looks like my lifeless body on the couch (you know the drill, mouth hanging wide, drool, maybe one eye kinda open) and shakes me awake for work.

i guess i was mid-dream, cause i asked her about “the hula hoop”??? and i remember doing this, but the weird thing is that i hardly remember the dream that made it all make sense…

regardless, my mom is obviously confused, but i’m also confused! the hula hoop! “hula!!” i keep yelling! how can she not know?! “hula! hula HOOP!!!” i am crying now. the hula hoop…

“what are you talking about?!” my mom pleads. she doesn’t understand. is this a new teenage phase???

“we JUST talked about it!” i start yelling. i have a vague memory of a phone conversation with my mom. i THINK the content was something about a hula hoop. but yelling it does nothing! i am at a loss. my mother is more confused than ever.

“ugh! whatever!” i stomp upstairs to get ready for work. mid-button on my stupid uniform, my brain fully whirrs into action. i run downstairs.

“there never was a hula hoop,” i say to my mom.

she looks at me, “love, do you want to call in sick?”

so there you have two why my mom and my childhood friends deserve a medal. i have so many of these sleep ones… i am a menace lmao

[elizabethschoices]

Hero, Vol. 1, Chapter Two: My Thoughts

We pick up right where we left off, with masked men breaking into the gala with weapons and shit. Our lead gunman is the cliché loudmouth that can’t get over his god damn ego to realize that people have phones and can record things and take pictures with them, and he’s got a very visible tattoo and what I imagine can be a recognizable voice if you get enough of it to listen to.

Poppy is freaking out and asks MC what to do. As appealing as fighting back sounds, it’s also dangerous and we (so far) have no powers or even knowledge of them, so the safest thing to do is do as they say. Jewelry can be either returned or replaced. Life cannot.

Silas seems to agree with MC’s statement, though it’s unclear if he actually heard her or not, as he merely announced instructions to the guests. Some of the gunmen focus on guests, whereas the others fuck with the security system to disarm it. One of the labeled ‘criminals’ directs a group of men with him, reminding them that the boss said “no funny business.“

Is this not ‘funny business’?

Your guy literally said that if we do something stupid we’d die, and then immediately after said he wanted us to do something stupid.

MC and co. are rounded up and taken onto the stage, being pushed closer to The Prism Gate, and it’s humming loudly and making MC’s hair stand. The energy of the damn thing is pulsing heavily, and MC asks Dax what the hell is up with it, and he doesn’t have a damn clue besides that it’s malfunctioning. Duh.

Lead Gunman notices we’re talking and points his gun at us to see if there’s something we’d like to share with them. Like, do you not see this fucking thing freaking out? Do you not see the light? Idiot.

Dax tries to explain the situation to him, but the gunman notices the crystal and takes severe interest in it. Silas demands he not touch it, but obviously the guy doesn’t listen. He pulls out the crystal and Silas lunges for it. He tackles the gunman and the crystal flies through the air.

*sigh* MC is gonna catch it, isn’t she? 

I think Pixelberry and the Choices Crew hate me.

Once we catch it, light shoots out from The Prism Gate and everything is white. The Lead Gunman is confused, along with everyone else. We’re lifted into the air above everyone else, and then a few seconds later we’re back on the ground and back where we were, basically. We drop the crystal and it spins across the floor. Another shockwave emits and this time it fucks up the support columns, so people are like, Outtie 5000.

The lackeys are trying to get the hell out of this failed operation, but Lead Gunman wants the damn crystal. Could. This. Be. Anymore. Cliché. You can have a superhero story without the typical Superhero Moments.

He grabs the crystal and heads for a hole in the wall, rubble falling down onto him.

MC searches through all the crap to find her friends. Dax pointlessly tells her that they gotta make like a sewer and get the shit outta there, but then The Prism Gate surges again, this time taking out the ceiling. A bigass slab of concrete falls towards us, Poppy, and Dax.

Do we have super strength now?

Yep.

MC and friends are surprised that she can hold it up, and honestly I am too because if it was as massive as described, regardless of strength, balance would be the real issue.

Poppy is saying something to MC about how she’s about to do something, and then of course MC passes the hell out. Later on in the hospital, we regain consciousness as this lady, who I assume is like our aunt or adoptive mother or something, is speaking to us.

Ah, our mother. Also, MC is at least 25. Good to know. MC wakes up and her mother is clearly worried sick. Don’t worry, it’d take a lot more than that to stop me.

She hugs up and tells us not to scare her like that again. MC asks if they can afford to cover the cost of the hospital bill, which is being covered by Prescott Industries. Grayson has been waiting to see us. Poor bean. <3

Aww, he even stayed all night for when we woke up. Sweet bean. <3

Oh great, am I going to have to pay diamonds to fucking see him?! I s2g.

Thank fuck, when the music changed I got worried.

Rochelle waves in Grayson, who is clearly worried about us. She makes us promise to call her every day (so if MC is on her own why ask if they as a collective union can pay the bill) and she’s off, leaving us alone with Grayson.

I heard you were pretty worried about me.

OMG GUYS HE BLUSHED!!!

I love him. I really do. It’s only chapter 2.

Grayson admits that when the ceiling was about to cave in, he wanted to come back inside and find us, but Silas prevented that. I’m glad. I wouldn’t have wanted him to be in there when that happened. He feels bad, saying that we might not have been in the hospital if he got to us in time. Bullshit.

We both would’ve ended up in the hospital.

Grayson is pissed off at his father for the entire thing, but MC promises him she’s fine. I’m just glad you’re here.

fucking murder me why don’t you <3

AAAAAAHHHH TWO HEART POINTS

GASP HE’S GOT A CONFESSION

FUCKING HELL HE WAS GONNA TELL ME HE LOVES ME WHO THE FUCK IS AT THE DOOR AND WHY DID YOU D O T H A T HE LET GO OF MY F U C K I N G H A N D

It’s Dax and Poppy. Yes, you’re interrupting. Grayson leaves because of them and then they shroud MC because they totes gotta talk about what happened. They ask what she remembers. The Prism Gate... fucking exploding?

So for some reason the thing is always unstable around MC, and then getting hit with a shockwave from it probably gave us or unlocked our actual powers. Dax gives us our breakfast tray and tells us to try and bend it. Okay.

We fold it three times over, and honestly, what a waste of hospital equipment. How the hell you gonna explain that to the nurse?

Poppy points out the MC can at the least levitate, not fly, and then when MC notices she drops to the ground. Poppy picks us up and Dax pulls out a portable Geiger counter from his pocket. Nerd. :P

He scans us with it to determine that we are, in fact, not radioactive.

*insert Imagine Dragons joke*

Dax says all of our vitals are normal, except he’s detecting subatomic vibrations quite similar to that of The Prism Gate’s crystal. He wants to run tests on us (*cough*F4W/J.ALBA&C.EVANS*cough*) and Poppy wants us to play with them. We’re not spending diamonds because we don’t particularly care enough for either option, and instead call it a day.

We go back home with Poppy and Dax, searching Netflix together. MC suggests skipping the movie and just talking. Boring.

With great power comes I have an obligation to help people.

They both basically say it’s up to us what we do, and Dax mentions that there are bad people out there that could turn us into a target. And then we’re taken across town to the evil lair, aka abandoned warehouse.

Lead Gunman is on a table, bleeding out with rebar jammed between his ribs. Die.

He’s still got the crystal in his hand. Is it gonna give him powers too? One guy wants to save him, the other wants to off him and proceeds to point his gun at LG’s head, but lashes out at the guy and launches him across the warehouse, killing him. His skin has changed, and he says he’s no longer in pain.

Ew, he was actually kind of cute before.

He breaks off the rebar and says he feels power.

The end.

Until next time!

Can we seriously get a nice end chapter screen, please?

[bambamsgotjams]

Wonwoo As A Father

AHHHH!!!! You’re S. Coups as a father was so good and I may have fangirled a little too much over it lol. I don’t know if you a have a certain order, but can you do Wonwoo next if all possible. And maybe make him have a little girl

Wonwoo is everyone’s bias wrecker

Like even if he isn’t he still is so lets see how far I can get without fangirling

Wonwoo is another member I can really see having daddy instincts almost instantly when being a father

He would be so nervous though and have doubts about being good enough

He would be so oblivious to your hints while trying to tell him you were pregnant

When you had found out that you were two months pregnant from skipping a period

You were kind of scared of the reaction Wonwoo would give you seeing that the two of you aren’t even married yet

Heck with it you weren’t even engaged

He was just your 6ft dorky book loving boyfriend

You were pretty sure that both you and him were not even 5% ready to have a baby together

You knew you had to tell him though

You can’t keep a swollen belly hidden away from your boyfriend forever

So you tried slipping the idea of children smoothly into conversations

“You know Wonwoo, those kids at the park were really cute. Ours would be cuter though”

“That couple has a cute little baby. I’m pretty sure we could make a baby that cute too”

“These baby commercials really have me thinking, catch my drift?”

Wonwoo would be so goddamn dense about it though and you couldn’t seem to get the idea of having a baby stuck in his head

So you turned to the one resource you knew your boyfriend would never miss

books

You managed to take the picture of your ultrasound and fold it up in his novel that he was currently reading

One night before bed when you were cuddled up under the covers next to your boyfriend, he decided to catch up on that one very special novel

It took a couple minutes until he flipped to the page you marked with the ultrasound picture

Wonwoo took out the photo and looked at it with a confused face

“[y/n] do you know why there is a picture of a baby in my book? And why does it have your name on it??”

“Because it’s mine” you would reply

Wonwoo would look at you and laugh thinking that you were joking

He would stop immediately though once he found out that you were dead serious

Then he would turn even whiter than his whitewashed photos

“you’re not joking”

You would just nod your head slowly and bit your lips in fear of his response

Wonwoo would stay silent for a couple of moments before breaking out in a small grin

“do you think it’ll be a little girl? I’ve always wanted a little girl”

Just his few words would be enough to reassure you that this was going to be a great experience

especially now since you have your boyfriend’s full support over the pregnancy

Wonwoo would be so caring throughout the entire thing

He would be that man to always make sure he held the doors for you

Even in your own apartment where the doors didn’t really need to be held for you to get to room to room

He would reassure you that he would cook dinner for the next 7 months of your pregnancy

You would be skeptical but wouldn’t complain because you loved the fact that Wonwoo was going all out to pamper you during these next few months

He would absolutely fail miserably at cooking for you and you would end up fixing his mistakes

He somehow managed to burn water (which i may or may not have done before so don’t judge)

In the end you really did give him credit because he tried so hard to make a good meal for you and he would get so upset when it wouldn’t turn out right

Telling the boys would be an interesting experience

Like all they would do is shower the poor man with questions and tease him for the rest of his life

“hyung, boys are the one’s with penises right?”

“i s2g kim mingyu you’re such a headass”

Although Mingyu seemed to act naive to the entire thought of his best friend having a baby

He actually was pretty helpful

He offered to do the shopping for the two of you

He would walk your dog

He would water your plants (only to get smacked by Wonwoo because he over watered and killed your cactus)

But overall he was a great help

Wonwoo would be so giddy when it came to his first viewing of the ultrasound

It was your six month checkup and he was beyond excited to finally find out the gender of your baby

He would hold your hand throughout the entire process and watch closely as the doctor explained to you guys about the different parts visible on the screen

The doctor would then smiled and point to the lower half of the baby and talk to the two of you in a calm tone

“it looks like the two of you are going to have a healthy little girl”

Wonwoo would cry on the spot because having a baby girl was what he really wanted ever since he found out you were pregnant

“Wonwoo, are you okay? you sound like a dying whale”

“i’m not crying a spec just flew into my eye”

he would say as showers of tears poured down his face

This oaf would be so happy about the entire thing for weeks

It’s all he would talk about to the boys and even to random strangers on the street

“Hey, did you know that the gender of my baby is going to be a-”

“A girl, we know wonwoo”

“Are you guys psychic or something?”

Wonwoo would be so obsessed with shopping for your little girl

Like he would be spoiling her even before she was born

Her entire nursery would be pastel colors

He’d buy her every single plushie he would see

There would always be a moment when the two of you were shopping that you needed to pull your boyfriend to the side and tell him that you’re little girl already has enough

Of course he would never listen and still end up buying the whole store

The first time you felt the baby kick was during one of Seventeen’s practices

And of course you ended up disrupting the entire thing

Not that you tried

When the baby kicked it took you by shock because you weren’t expecting it and you didn’t realize what was happening until it happened so you were like

“o h”

Wonwoo heard you and thought that something bad happened so he would scream for the music to stop and quickly run over to you to see if you were okay

The boys would follow him quickly because you were like family to them and they were worried also

“give me your hand”

“why??? what’s wrong”

You would take his giant hand and place it onto your round belly

It would take a couple of seconds until the baby kicked agian and wonwoo was like

:O

He would scream loudly and turn to his members and motion for them to place their hands on your belly too

And that’s basically how you ended up with 13 hands on your pregnant belly

All the boys would be so giddy about it and would start screaming about how excited they were to complete this milestone with you

This wasn’t exactly how you expected the first kick to go but honestly it was better than you thought

Everything since then seemed to run pretty smoothly

The only thing that really bothered you were the constant contractions and morning sicknesses

The doctor told you that it was normal though because the baby was so close to it’s due date

You and Wonwoo were both nervous and excited because you’ve been waiting for this moment for the past 9 months

Wonwoo started having his last minute “i’m not good enough” doubts about being a father

You did everything to reassure him that it would be perfect though

And finally the day came

Your contractions were being extra painful that day and Wonwoo was too afraid to leave you all on your own so he decided to take you to work with him where you laid down on a sofa in jihoon’s studio

You were about to fall asleep when you felt a sharp pain run through your abdomen followed by trickling liquid

You were like “oh shit” and stood up to go find Wonwoo

But the second you stood up you screamed out in pain

Lucky for you Jihoon was headed back to his studio to grab one of their newest tracks and heard your scream

He immediately ran to your side and judge by the way you were struggling to stand he knew exactly what was happening

He allowed you to hold onto him as he led you to the practice room where your boyfriend was

Right as you walked through the door, you made eye contact with Wonwoo

Wonwoo asked you what was wrong and Jihoon gave him a dead face

“dude she’s going into labor, can’t you tell??”

Wonwoo’s eyes popped out of his head as he went to dial for an ambulance but luckily Seungcheol stopped him and told him to just have someone drive you to the hospital instead

So Wonwoo grabbed a staff member and had them run the two of you to the hospital

You didn’t really remeber most of the trip because the pain was too much for you to handle at the time so you ended up passing out on the way there

The nurse woke you up in time to tell you that it was time to push

And damn was that quite the wake up call

Wonwoo helped you push pretty well and he managed to stay calm and collected through the entire thing

He knew that if he stressed you out that wouldn’t be good so he tried to stay strong

But really he was dying on the inside

And finally loud cries were heard

And no, it wasn’t from that baby

It was from your dorky boyfriend who had a giant grin on his face and broke down at the sight of your little girl being held in the arms of the nurse

“she’s here! she’s really here [y/n]!”

You couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend as he continued to fuss over how happy he was

The nurse soon got the baby cleaned off and handed it to your boyfriend to give to you

But he didn’t want to let go

You couldn’t blame him though

He looked so mezmerized by the small girl and his eyes were so glossy with delight at the sight of her in his arms

He couldn’t process how something so tiny could mean so much to him

After a couple of days it was finally time to take her home

Of course Wonwoo took up the role of becoming her tour guide

He would walk around the house with your little girl in his arms and show her around and introduce her to all your plants

“these are the marigolds, these are the daisies, and this is the cactus that uncle mingyu killed so he is not allowed to come around the house until your much older because the same thing might happen to you too”

She would start at him with her big brown eyes as if she were listening to every word he was saying

This is how you knew that your little girl would have her daddy wrapped around her finger

As she grew older Wonwoo refused to miss any of her major milestones

Such as her first steps when she fell into his arms and he was so proud

Or when her first words were “woowoo” and he was melting over how cute she sounded as she tried to say his name

Honestly you couldn’t tell if she was trying to mimic the trains you took her to see of if she was calling out for her father’s attention

But you didn’t want to fight about it because it made Wonwoo so happy

But basically that’s how Wonwoo got his nickname from you and no matter how many times he told you to stop you were like

“yeah, whatever woowoo, you know you like it”

And he honestly didn’t mind because he loved you so much

Sometimes you wondered if he loved you as much as his little girl

But he always said he loved you both the same

He would be so protective over her

Like when the two of you needed a babysitter so you could go out for a special dinner together Mingyu offered to watch her

You were okay with it but Wonwoo was afraid he would kill her like he did with his precious cactus

You literally had to pull him out the door so he could let Mingyu do his job

And throughout the entire night he couldn’t stop worrying about his little girl

“if you were so worried about leaving her alone why did you ask me for dinner tonight?”

“because i had important business to take care of with you but i didn’t think you would call the worst possible person to babysit”

And because he was so worried he would completely rush through the night and almost forgot that he was planning to propose to you so before you guys left he restaurant he shoved a black box into your hands and you were like

“lol okay”

So that’s basically how you got engaged which is another story

And when you got home you told him that there really wasn’t anything to worry because of the sight you walked into

Mingyu was laid across your sofa with your little toddler craddled into his chest

Wonwoo walked over to the two of them and placed a blanket over top of them and pouted the entire way back to you

“he’s gonna take her away from me”

“shut up dork, no he’s not”

The wasn’t the last time he got jealous over Mingyu’s relationship with your daughter

There was also the time they had a tea party and your daughter declared Mingyu her new boyfriend

And it was like that way for 3 years until Minghao’s son strutted into your daughter’s life and was like

“sup babe you got a man??”

And that’s how you and Minghao’s wife started fangirling about how cute your kids would be with each other

Wonwoo and Minghao on the other hand were not happy because they didn’t want their babies to have anyone in their lives so young

The two of them were best friends for like their entire life

Despite Minghao’s baby being a year younger than your daughter

And when they got into high school Minghao told Wonwoo that his son had a major crush on his daughter

And jealous Wonwoo was back

All that went away though when Minghao’s son came over to your place one day to ask if he could take your daughter to prom

He was so nervous because Wonwoo looked so intimidating

But Wonwoo only smirked at him and was like

“dude, chill. if you want to take out my daughter you can, it’s just prom right??”

But Wonwoo was wrong because prom actually made their relationship turn into more and before you knew it your daughter had a boyfriend

You were honestly just glad that your daughter was with someone that you could trust to not hurt her

But Wonwoo had a hard time processing it

He did get over it after a while and realized that his daughter was really happy with baby hao

God he was such a mess when it came to her graduation

He was the one dad who took way too many pictures

But he also came up with the cute couple ideas for graduation pics for both his daughter and Minghao’s son

The two of them ended up going to the same college and Wonwoo was kind of relaxed because at least his daughter had someone to look after her while she was away

Fast forward a couple years

MInghao and your daughter were in their last year of college

Your daughter had actually just gotten excepted into medical school while Minghao’s son got excepted into veterinary school

So Minghao’s son showed up at your door one day during break and asked if he could take Wonwoo out

Of course Wonwoo hesitated before he agreed because it was his daughter’s boyfriend and it could do him some good to get to know her

He may have also been forced out by his wife

Baby hao was so nervous though like he kept shaking and was causing Wonwoo some stress

It wasn’t until he spilled juice all over Wonwoo’s pants that Wonwoo finally broke

“dude, are you okay”

Hao’s son was shocked that Wonwoo seemed so chill about it all so he decided to come clear about why he took Wonwoo out

“I want to marry your little girl”

Wonwoo was speechless and soon broke out into a small smile

“you’re okay kid, you can marry her if you want”

And that was how the two of them bonded

Wonwoo even helped baby hao plan his proposal

And a couple years later they ended up getting married

His daughter was so nervous the day of but Wonwoo helped calm her nerves

And the look he gave when he was his baby girl in her wedding gown made him cry

Like she was so beautiful

It was the same reaction he gave his wife as she walked down the aisle so many years back

Wonwoo’s little girl was finally grown up and he couldn’t be prouder of his family

Even though he gave his little girl away to another man, he still had his loving wife by his side to reassure him that everything was okay

He was okay

[sege-h]

I had a dream I had a new fursona, and I posted a pic of it. And??? Fini-mun commented on it??? Like 'i really like this one, I'm surprised you haven't -unknown word here- it yet'

I can't even remember what the unknown word was like, but I was like ???? And went on to discover that it meant to make a fursuit of something. And I was like

Uh thanks, but I've never made a fursuit before???

And I was v confused I was like am I being mistaken for someone else???

Also my fursona pic was getting a lot of attention, and I started feeling bad bc I realized it looked rly similar to my bros new fursona.

And I say down to stare at it like 'does this REALLY look similar, or am I just being paranoid?'

But I had no time to respond to anything bc me and sis were going out to hang out. And we met up with some friends. And then we started noticing a lot of costumed ppl around? Like a damn kakashi from Naruto, and paladins from Voltron, and costumes for things I didn't know. And we were all like wtf??? And then we noticed everyone was going towards the mall. So we were like hey let's check it out.

So we go there, and there's this like. Pleasant bouncer dude at the door, the door has a red belt in front of it and everything to keep ppl in line.

And sis approaches and the guy is like 'hey there! Lovely day, isn't it? Ok! Where are you headed to?' and sis is like 'uh inside???' and he's like 'wELL yeah, but which part? Also who are you going as?'

And were like uuuhhh??? But then I remember reading this pamphlet, I s2g it was like a real life memory, but when I woke up I realized I'd never read a thing like that, even tho it felt realistic af.

But anyway, I remembered reading this pamphlet, and how the mall was essentially having a con. From like, today, to the 1st of April. Here, April first, being April fool's day, is also a day where people wear costumes. So that's what the event was for. Ppl in costumes were going to the mall, and there were various events there through the day, and lil stands with exclusive merch. So basically a con. EXCEPT, if you weren't in costume, you weren't allowed in.

So I go like 'sis, wait! I just remembered the rules, we can't go in' and bouncer guy is like 'oh, yup! If you aren't in costume, I can't let you in!'

And then sis got... Uncharacteristically pissed off. Like I'm talking, sudden heel turn, stomping foot down, annoyed face, rushing out and away from the entrance, arms swinging wide with each stride. Basically stomped out.

Whereas I expected her to do something, u know, more like her like go 'oh that sounds fun, I know what to do for costumes!' or 'oh, we can go tomorrow instead so we have time to figure out our costumes' or something like that

And I follow after her confused AF and I'm like 'hey what's wrong???' and trying to show that getting costumes on short notice is no big deal, and that I could maybe go as L since all I'd need is a white shirt and jeans, and for her to style my hair, since it was the first character to come to mind that was actually doable on short notice. And I'm telling her how she could go as the one book character she wanted to go as for a while now, and if she's missing some pieces for it how we could see if there was anything fitting in my wardrobe.

But she's having none of it and just goes 'listen, I'm just gonna stop by home, you wait for me in front of your building' and rushes off

And that was weird too bc she lives like two blocks away and I could literally just go with her, but no. And I just went ok??? And headed for my building.

And the flowers in the park to it had started blooming? And they were pink flowers??? Which was weird bc that park mostly gets white flowers, and a few yellow here and there, but not pink.

And I get in front of my building, and I realize that the pink flowers have basically grown around the top of the entrance. And there were a lot of bees, so I got scared. Bc for whatever reason I wanted to stop by home too instead of just waiting in front of my building.

And there were some dudes in front of my building that my dream was like 'these are ur childhood friends' at.

And one was like 'scared, huh?'

And I just said yes.

And they were like 'yeah same. We're waiting for the bees to calm down before we try going in. -Name I don't remember- was here earlier and made fun of us for being scared. He was all 'im a quantum physisist, I'm not afraid of bees' but then he left' and I was like 'uh, yeah, he's a 'quantum physisist' but is he a bee keeper? I don't think so. Fuck off'

And then I woke up