#i was too lazy to colour them bu you can get my ideas from them heh

[koiisure]

forgot to post it here but JRWI PD Array if i was the president of JRWI!!!

i neeeeed their content dies of death

[mythicamagic]

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

Susie you sent so many! Bahaha, I might do some others of yours but otherwise this might be the ask I do out of the ones you sent lolol 

Put under a ‘read more’ for length

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There wasn't much that could rattle Kagome Higurashi.

She remained adaptable, resolute, and forthright throughout most stressful situations, having stepped up to the plate to assist Mama with housework and babysitting after her father had died. She could experience surprise, sure. Mock tests could throw her until she dug her heels in. A guy could ask her out and she'd recover soon enough- slap away a non-consensual kiss or thigh grab easily.

But bone-shaking, heart-stopping, crippling shock? To be blind-sighted by complacency? Only one demon proved capable of doing that.

"Why does it not surprise this one to find you still emerged knee-deep in the fossils of the past, Kagome?" the syllables of her name slip-free in a quiet, resonant baritone.

Kagome jolted, stiffening. Gradually turning within the museum hallway- caught between alarm and confusion- her breath halted.

Gone were his golden eyes and the silver stream of long hair. Instead, he wore contacts, hair short, black and slightly tousled from the wind. Despite all this, if Kagome relaxed her eyes- she could see the suggestion of glamour hazing his appearance, a murky white outline around his hair hinting at its true colour.

Sesshoumaru's cold, handsome face was practically unchanged. Perhaps there were the faintest shifts- his body appearing slightly more built, features just a tad older in the firm line of his jaw.

He presented her with a small potted plant, since he knew she hated cut flowers. The seriousness with which he offered the tiny white flowering bulb almost made her smile, almost. "Congratulations on graduating."

"Thanks," she said automatically, unable to stop staring. She cautiously accepted the gift, skin managing to avoid his touch as though it were a live-wire. "How'd you hear about that?"

"Your mother told me."

"O-oh," she blinked, realising he must've gone to her house first before tracking her down at work. Kagome swallowed, conflicting feelings arising. Shaking them off, she drew her shoulders back and turned flippantly to stride down the hall. "So how’s things? Nice weather we’re having, huh?"

“It has been a long time, miko,” his voice turned solemn, filled with something inexplicable as he followed, keeping pace easily. Kagome pretended not to hear the silky reverence in his tone. “Is there not anything more...substantial, we could be discussing?”

She hummed, “less than five-hundred years isn’t so long.”

“The centuries dragged. I felt every day as though it were a month.”

“I’m sure your mate kept you occupied.”

“This one would not know, I never mated.”

Kagome stiffened, grinding her teeth. “Oh,” she muttered. The life she’d pictured for him fell away, crumbling into ash. Somehow she wasn’t comforted by it.

"You have a boyfriend,” he rumbled, a statement not a question.

"Mama told you that too?" Kagome asked, walking to an exhibit and setting the plant down in favour of gathering her notes, expecting another round of kids fresh off the bus to arrive at any minute.

"No, the hickey on your neck that you've tried to hide with make-up served as enough evidence," he pointed out, vaguely amused.

She reddened a touch, tugging her collar up self-consciously. "Observant as always.”

"It is only a recently acquired skill. Looking back, this one was quite blind during our time together," he hummed. "Lack of experience. I understand plenty now. Would you care for coffee? Strictly platonic, of course."

"... I don't think that's such a good idea, do you?" Kagome gripped her papers tight. "I wouldn’t appreciate my boyfriend meeting up for coffee with an ex."

Sesshoumaru’s eyes glinted, smiling slightly. "And you would not lie by telling him we were friends," his gaze warmed as though savouring something, sweeping ageless attention over her with a lingering, intimate air that made her remember warm lazy mornings spent in his arms.

Kagome’s hands tightened further, crumpling the organised papers, fingers shaking. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

He exhaled, voice soft. "You have not changed."

Her heel drew back, tucking the notes under her arm. Sweaty palms smoothed over her neat blue pencil skirt and blouse. Six years wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough time to get over him. 

“Guess not,” she dismissed, refusing to give a snippet of passion. But the acid was there, simmering beneath her tongue. She couldn’t help but glance at him. “...Feels like a waste; you not even mating a pureblood. I thought it meant a lot to you.”

“Pureblooded heirs meant a lot to me,” Sesshoumaru clarified. He stepped closer, and Kagome shuddered, moving back to maintain distance. 

Noticing this, the demon stopped. Regret hazed his carefully arranged expression, before he inclined his head, dark bangs hanging forward. “This one did not intend to open old wounds, miko.”

“Then what did you want?” her voice shook. 

“To show that I have...changed. It was foolish of me to let you go.”

“You were just upholding your beliefs. It’s not like you ever said you wanted Hanyou kids, I just assumed you’d be fine with it since we were fucking,” Kagome bit out. “Of course, getting your kicks and actually raising half-breeds are two totally different things. I shouldn’t have figured you were over your bigotry- that I’d solved anything by being a really good lay.”

“This Sesshoumaru was wrong-”

“Well lucky you, I didn’t get pregnant during our magical time together, so we dodged a bullet there. It was just miscommunication. A young relationship. I’m over it.”

She didn’t feel over it. 

"Look, you've seen me. Can that just be enough? Let’s end it here.”

Sesshoumaru moved closer, gazing at her fervently. He opened his mouth to say more, before it clicked shut, jaw clenching. "If that is what you wish."

"Yep, I'm super busy," Kagome pretended to check her watch, not registering in the time. 

"I have an office downtown," he shifted. "If you need a 'non-friend' I am easy enough to find," pausing as he turned- Sesshoumaru slowly reached out. He tucked the tag down at the back of her blouse that had stuck up slightly at the back of her collar. "Some habits are hard to kick, hm?" he uttered softly. He'd used to do the same thing all the time whenever she’d worn modern clothes in the feudal era. 

Back when she'd been his.

Kagome’s breath shuddered. "I'm not going to come to your office.”

"Perhaps that is a good idea," a tempting mouth hovered close to her ear. "Otherwise there would be no witnesses to save you, and I'd have to demonstrate the full extent of how much I've missed you, Kagome," his voice barely contained the purr of longing that rolled out between them as he pulled away. Sesshoumaru then turned. He took his leave silently and regally, like nothing had happened. 

As though he hadn’t just sauntered in and shattered her all over again.

[wylanvnneck]

Rating: G for Giganotosaurus

Summary: Based on a TFOTA headcanon which I posted on Tumblr about Cardan and Jude visiting the Mortal world and Cardan getting introduced to pick-up lines. That he uses. Frequently. Which, of course completely irritates Jude.

Originally posted on AO3 | Previous Chapter | Masterlist

Chapter 2

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The next morning Jude wakes to the late morning sunlight streaming through the window onto the bed where Cardan still slept. Quietly, so as not to disturb him, she untangles herself from his grasp and heads to the bathroom to freshen up, having fallen asleep in her traveling clothes from earlier in the morning.

Cardan is sitting up with a lazy grin curving his lips when she comes back, his eyes trained on her.

“Good morning, wife.”

“Husband,” she returns.

He looks around the room in the daylight and his expression turns thoughtful, dark eyes deepening. “Did you...think of me when you were here?” He asks her, sounding uncharacteristically cautious

She looks straight at his face, remembering the pain she’d been in during her first days here, all those months ago. She’d spent her first few days in exile moping around and not thinking about her treacherous husband. With a little help from Vivi and many tubs of mint and chocolate chip ice cream she’d finally gotten out of her pajamas and returned to her training routines, all the more vicious as she thought up ways to get her revenge on the High King of Faerie.

“I did. I used to stay up late into the night with Vivi once Oak was asleep and we would plot ways to kill you.”

Cardan smiles a wry smile at her admission, “I’d expect nothing less from you, my sweet nemesis.”

“I know you thought of me, you’ve told me about your letters.” Letters that she would never get to see, thanks to Lady Asha.

He shifts in the bed, tail swishing in the air. “I did. I thought of you incessantly. My anger at you over Balekin didn’t last long and soon I found myself wondering why you hadn’t returned yet. I worried that you’d found the Mortal world more pleasurable than Elfhame. That you preferred your life here. In my darkest moments I’d imagine you with another. I’d imagine never seeing you again.”

His voice is racked with pain and sincerity, the anguish he’d felt written clearly on his features. “So many times, I thought of coming here. To see you, even if just from a distance. But I couldn’t leave our Kingdom, I couldn’t forsake the duties you’d entrusted  me with when you crowned me, even if you were meant to be by my side always. That throne that you’d worked so hard to save, I couldn’t risk leaving it when the threat of Madoc loomed so near. Jude, believe me when I say that my thoughts were always, always of you, my brave villain.”

His confession touches her very soul. She takes in the sight of him, broken and exposed and her heart quickens. The High King of Elfhame, her husband, who would only ever be this open and unguarded in front of her, his queen. She comes closer to him on the bed and bends down, stroking his messy black curls away from his face as she gently lowers her lips to his.

* * *

They’ve arrived on a Saturday so Oak is scarfing down a bowl of sugary cereal when she and Cardan enter the kitchen. He looks up with excitement and rushes to give his sister a bear hug, squeezing her as tightly as his 8 year old hands can. “Jude you’re finally here, I missed you!”

She playfully ruffles his nut brown hair and squeezes him back, pulling away to give him a once over, “I missed you too, Oak.”

He goes to hug Cardan while Jude finally spots Heather, Vivi’s pink-haired girlfriend who was currently by the kitchen table, making her way over to say Hi. “Good to see you again, Jude. Vivi’s just popped off to grab some groceries. Hopefully she uses actual money this time,” she rolls her eyes, smiling.

“Nice to see you too, Heather,” Jude smiles in response.

Once they’re all sat around the dining room table and Cardan and Jude are equipped with their own bowls of cereal, the multi-coloured loops of which had captured Cardan’s initial fascination and Jude now watches out of the corner of her eye as he sits stirring his breakfast, entranced, as the colours slowly bleed into the milk, turning it slightly muddy. She finds him quite adorable with that expression on his face. Maybe even charming. Not that she’d ever say it out loud.

She tunes in to what Heather is saying at the moment, “So, what do you guys wanna do today?” She looks expectantly at them and Jude tries to think of an answer but is thankfully interrupted by her brother.

“Ooh ooh, can we go to the mall today? And have pizza for lunch?” he jumps in his seat.

“Tell me, what is a ‘maul’? And what type of a food is this, ‘Pizza’?” Cardan interjects. Oak slowly turns to him with a look of horror on his face.

“You’ve never had pizza??” He turns to Heather, “We have to have pizza, Heather, we have to.” He faces Cardan once again and starts telling him all about pizza and all the different toppings and which combos worked and which didn’t and how eating pineapple on pizza was an unforgivable sin.

Heather laughs a little as she looks at Jude, “Well, I guess we’re having pizza today.”

“I guess we are,” Jude laughs back, watching her little brother excitedly explaining mortal customs to her husband.

They head out to the nearest shopping mall once Vivi’s back and they travel by bus which leads to another shock for Cardan who is in awe at the fact that this metal box was able to move on it’s own. Truly, mortals did have some funny ideas, he’d remarked, astonished.

His eyes are locked on the view outside the whole time, taking in the concrete and cement, in stark contrast to the raw natural surroundings of Faerie.  He is dressed in better fitting mortal clothes than last night which Vivi had gotten for him. A dark shirt and dark fitted jeans, with space for him to tuck his tail in. He glamours his face to appear more mortal, with rounded ears, accentuated by his usual gold studs and he is still inordinately attractive for a mortal and Jude knows he’ll be receiving lots of stares. Especially appreciative ones from girls. She is suddenly conscious of her concealed dagger.

Once they arrive Oak immediately drags them to the gaming zone, introducing Cardan to the wonders of playstations. He teaches  them how to play Mario Kart and the little character on the screen whose movements you could control was indeed, quite entertaining.

He is less enthusiastic when Heather and Vivi drag them to Sephora, the makeup store. Nevertheless, he tries his hardest to stay still and is justly rewarded with an achingly sweet candy floss that he graciously shares with everyone.

Cardan, for his part, is not only entranced by the fluffy pink treat but also by the cosmetics surrounding him, letting Heather draw Kohl on him with liquid black eyeliner and applying shiny silver highlighter on his high cheekbones. Vivi even forces Jude to try on a dark shade of red lipstick that Cardan later attempts to kiss off of her when they are alone in between the secluded store aisles.

Finally, they emerge from the store, shopping bags in tow as they head to the food court for lunch. The place is buzzing, with a multitude of smells permeating the air. Oak immediately makes a beeline for the blue and red themed food stall with a sign that reads ‘Domino’s’ in large lettering. The scent of pizza being baked is enticing and they quickly order a personal pizza each plus coca cola.

Thankfully their orders arrive quickly and Jude impatiently blows on the first slice of her barbeque chicken pizza. Next to her Cardan is considering his slice of pepperoni and cheese covered crust, no doubt fascinated by its odd composition. He seems to enjoy it after his first bite though, once it was explained that the pepperoni was not, indeed, supposed to be plucked off and eaten separately and soon they are all done.

Jude heads to the washroom to pee and whilst she’s walking back she sees Cardan being approached by a slim girl with blue streaks in her hair. He is alone, Heather and Vivi having gone somewhere with Oak and Jude quickens her stride.

She is just within earshot to hear the girl’s voice say, “Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

Jude’s eyes narrow as her husband smiles a sly grin and answers with an arrogant tilt of his head, “Rule the Kingdom of the Fae.”

He is being completely honest, after all he cannot tell a lie. But of course the girl does not know that and she looks confused and then lets out a giggle and lightly swats his arm, obviously thinking he is joking.

Jude has had enough of this and finally reaches her husband’s side and smiles at the girl, making sure that her ruby ring is on display as she takes Cardan’s arm. She immediately backs off, while Jude secretly pinches Cardan, hard, for messing with the girl.

“What was that about?”

“She asked a question. I answered it.” While his words were innocent, his grinning face gave away that he knew he’d been slightly wicked.

“Mhmm. You are incorrigible,” she rolls her eyes, finally letting her harsh grip on him go.

“You love it. Tell me Jude, did her question make you jealous?”

“Please, the females at court eye you on a daily basis back at home. It’s no surprise that they find you handsome here as well,” she responds truthfully. “I was more annoyed by your response. What happened to staying inconspicuous?”

He just smiles guiltily back at her. Shaking her head, she’s about to threaten him with a reduction of his beloved alcohol supply back home when she spots Vivi, Heather and Oak coming their way.

They spend the rest of the day at the mall in a similar fashion, introducing Cardan to the wonders of retail shopping and toy stores.  The day passes quickly and the exhausted party head home by early evening, satisfied with the day’s events.

A worn out Oak heads off to bed after extracting a promise from Jude that the two of them could play at the park alone together the next day.

It’s still too early for the adults to go to sleep and thanks to their sleeping in today they are all still wide awake.

“So, now that the little terror is asleep, what should we do?” Vivi questions, tucking a stray lock of her umber hair behind her furry pointed ears.

“Jude mentioned that there were places where mortals had night time revels, I should like to see them,” Cardan suggests.

Vivi trains her cat eyes on Jude, a feline smile on her face, “You told your husband about night clubs? Excellent. The High King of revelry in a mortal club is definitely something I need to see.”

The gleeful look in her eyes set Jude on edge. After all, she’s never been to one of these clubs herself, but surely they were not half as wild as Fae celebrations. How much trouble could Cardan get into?

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Hey, so we've approached pick up line territory (yayy, finally) but the real intro happens in the next chapter. So stay tuned🦕

Also, please let me know if you’d like to be tagged for further installations of this fic :))

[solecize]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. the boy you meet in detention, felix, doesn’t see colours. you want to gift his eyes with the kaleidoscopes and the rainbows of your world. the palette of your love story is supposed to bring together a work of art, but calamity lies beneath the canvas. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. felix x reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. swearing 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 4.1k 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.  i wrote half of this while i was high sorry

YELLOW. / PART III - “THE LIST OF GOOD THINGS”

this is what you were afraid of. felix came and went as he pleased and after the day at the beach, he was gone for weeks. you had no way to contact him and when you worked up the nerve to ask around, nobody had a clue. it was a little embarrassing, the way you scoured social media for any trace of him and you weren’t even the slightest bit surprised when you discovered that he was off the grid.

there wasn't any chance of you being able to shake him off—the thought of felix was tattooed on your skin, entangled in your hair like bubblegum, left a stain that couldn't be washed away. his lazy grin haunted you and the faint sensation of his lips forever planted on yours. you thought you were going mad.

you'd had crushes before, even a failed relationship or two, and the way he made you feel was incomparable to all. 

“was that okay?” you fumbled with your words, tripping and leaping over hurdles to get your voice out. 

you weren’t sure how long the two of you sat in that cave. you especially weren’t sure how long you two spent completely taking in the other by the lips, dizzying your vision and swelling your lips. it was felix who pulled away first, panting for air. his hair was tousled and a wash of strawberry pink flushed his face. 

felix just laughed and cupped your cheek. “yes. it was more than okay.” his eyes bore into yours and an army began marching through your chest.

the two of you remained in that spot until the night fell and the stars illuminated your surroundings. someone—you weren’t sure which one of you—finally knocked some sense into them and realized it was time to go. neither of you wanted to leave and making your way back was like dragging you feet. 

“where do you live? i’ll give you a ride home.” this time, you were the one that hopped into the driver’s seat. you took a glance at your phone abandoned on the dashboard, vibrating wildly.

twenty missed calls from your mom. four from your dad. about fifty texts altogether. you rolled your eyes and turned the device off.

felix raised his eyebrows, startled for a moment. “oh! no, that’s okay—”

“don’t be dumb, i made you come here and you’re not taking the bus,” you snorted.

“. . .fine. you can drop me off back at school,” he ran a hand through his hair, shoulders tense. “i left my car there.”

“your car? i thought you said it’d “been a while” since you last drove,” you said, but turned on the car anyway. the engine roared to life and the two of you were met with the local pop radio station. you scrunched your nose and turned it off, just as felix reached for the button at the same time with the same expression. the two of you shared a laugh.

you connected your phone again and played a more mellow playlist, one for the late atmosphere. adore you by harry styles filled your ears and you felt your hands relax on the wheel.

felix chuckled. “come on. i just didn’t wanna get in the minivan with you.” his nose crinkled when you playfully slapped his arm.

“i don’t blame you,” but you sure were glad that he ended up doing so.

the rest of the car ride was filled with comfortable silence. at some point, felix shyly put his hand over yours and you didn’t notice. it felt so natural and your fingers automatically tangled up in his. the rest of the harry styles album found its fingerprints all over the inside of the car and the remainder of the night.

eventually, the two of you pulled up to the high school and you felt a weight of dread trailing down your spine. you looked over at felix and a frown etched his face as well. 

“i guess this is it?” the thought of collecting his number didn’t even occur to mind.

felix’s hand didn’t move. “i guess so.” 

worst of all, there was nothing to distract your mind with. the glare of the summer sun and the clean slate of all of your days brought you with a frustrating routine of sitting in your room in front of your electric fan all day. you weren’t even quite talking to your parents beyond a few words at dinner and the occasional moment when one of them would stick their head through your door to ensure that you were alive and breathing. clearly, they were still upset about the whole steal-the-minivan situation.

you felt pathetic, holed up indoors. you wanted to find motivation to go out and actually be with people, but it wasn’t like you had many options. eventually you got tired of wasting your summer away and decided to go for a bike ride. outside. of your room. admittedly, it was the craziest thing that happened since school went out.

you slipped on a pair of beat up white air force ones at the bottom of your stairs, tiptoeing quietly down and stopped when you realized that the house was empty. taking a glance at yourself in the mirror, you looked like you hadn’t seen the sun in years—really, it was for a few weeks. you wore a pair of oversized basketball shorts and a tank cropped just above your belly button, showing off a piercing that represented another badge of rebellion against your parents. a sound that could’ve sound like a groan of frustration rumbled from your throat, though it was too distorted to be compared to anything human. 

after a moment’s deliberation, you decided to at the very least put your hair up in a ponytail, roughly forcing the scrunchie through your tangled hair. you appeared a touch more presentable then. then again, you didn’t care all that much if you ran into anybody you knew—it wasn’t like you were going to run into them in september after you moved away for university.

carefully, you locked the front door and brought your bicycle out from the back. you didn’t have an idea of where you wanted to go, but you knew that being inside the house brought a heavy weight to your body that you couldn’t quite get rid of. even just the slightest stream of sunlight spilling through the door and the kiss of the summer heat lifted your mood.

following the wind, you found yourself in front of your now former high school. maybe it was the familiarity of the route that creeped up at the back of your mind and unconsciously brought you here. it looked exactly the same, even in its barren state.

you were coming to a stop when you heard someone call your name. an all too familiar deep rumble of a voice. thinking you were imagining it, you ignored it. then, it came again and you whipped your head around.

“hey.”

it was felix that walked past you, hands deep in the pockets of his grey sweatpants that you knew must have been killing him in the crazy heat, along with the light zip-up on top. he wore the same jordans from the day in detention and a plain white t-shirt. simple, but it fit him so well. and that goddamn smile. it always reached his eyes, it seemed, no matter what. 

“hi,” you managed to breathe out, suddenly thanking yourself for hauling your ass out of bed. what were the chances that you’d bump into the boy that had been plaguing your mind for week? “. . .long time no see.”

the words felt dumb and numb, rolling off your tongue, but you were too taken aback to process that he was actually in front of you. it had come to the point where you wondered if the day at the beach was a fever dream, created in the haze of your lonely desires at the back of your mind.

however, he was very real before your very eyes. he creeped up upon you like a summer breeze; unexpected, but exactly what your spirit ached for in a seemingly endless drought. it seemed as though felix was just as happy to see you, though a twinkle of relief slumped in his shoulders and relaxed all of the muscles in his body. with you, he always did that.

felix bit his lip. “it’s nice to see you. how’s your summer been so far?” you tried to read his facial expression, wondering if he was feeling the same way you were feeling about him, but was left to a complete wall of neutrality. he was good.

“boring. not much to do when you don’t have friends and it’s too hot to do anything outside.” that was the truth, but it sounded more pathetic out loud than you were willing to admit. however, felix simply nodded in understanding.

“well, you’re out now, aren’t you?” felix looked off into the distance, squinting at the relentless sun. 

you could’ve sworn you heard him mutter the word “finally” but you weren’t sure.

“i was going stir crazy,” you admitted with a gentle laugh. you subconsciously tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear and stopped mid-way through when you realized what you were doing. oh, you were a freaking goner.

he teased, “so you decided to come visit the old prison yard?” he gestured to the school building and you tilted your head to the side, taking a moment to observe it. the lot did resemble a jailhouse to an uncanny extent.

however, with void of students, the lot seemed peaceful. abandoned and colossal. it was as if there was actual oxygen to breathe in, instead of feeling restrained as you had been the past four years. you wanted to attribute it to that, but there was an itching feeling that it was because of felix’s presence that gave you the ability to capture freedom. 

“i was riding my bike and i guess getting here is just muscle memory,” you shrugged it off. “what’s your excuse?”

nobody hung out at the high school during the summer unless they were getting high in the parking lot or using the outdoor field to play soccer. you had a feeling that felix wasn’t there for either. he also came alone, or so it seemed, considering you hadn’t even realized his presence.

“well. .  . .” a playful smile emerged on felix’s lips. “okay, fine. since you showed me your hidden spot, i’ll show you mine.”

it was as though the earth had thundered and a mirror sprung up from the ground below, forcing you to see your reflection in him. you knew there was a reason why you were so drawn to felix from the very first moment. in a way, he was just like you.

without waiting for you to verbally answer, felix extended his hand, just as you had done for him on graduation day. and, in the same vein as his own actions, you laced your fingers with his without any hesitation. you had to stop yourself from sighing out loud—the feeling of his hand joined with yours was a relief that you would cross the ocean for.

however, today, his skin was rough. they were calloused and dry, ones that were hard at work and had been drained of hydration in a deep desert. they met your soft palm and the contrast was electric. the two of you became one in just the smallest of forces, though, it was as powerful as a hurricane. you imagined that kissing him once again would feel like as though the heavens were to rain down upon us all—quenching thirst after a drought.

“i swear, if you take me behind the bleachers . . “ you teased. everyone knew that place as the local makeout spot, where there always seemed to be a douchey senior guy declaring it as his and the innocent girl next door’s secret hideout. of course, felix was the last person on earth who would take any person there.

his ears still tinted a cherry red, even in spite of the fact that you were joking. you laughed a bit and with your free hand, you abandoned your bike on the side of the driveway into the high school. somehow, it didn’t occur to you to bring a lock or even place it anywhere safer than there. your mind was too wrapped around felix’s pinky finger and his eyes were glued onto yours. 

“no! no—of course not,” he replied without waiting a beat, eyes wide. 

you just laughed and shook your head, as felix caught onto the joke. he chuckled nervously in response and your heart wanted to burst. it was adorable. 

felix tugged gently to prompt you to begin moving and you did so. the summer sun climbed onto your bag and wrapped its arms around your neck, straining your ability to walk in smooth motions. however, you were able to see that the two of you were going towards the forest nestled behind the football field. 

“what have you been to this summer?” you asked, squinting at the sun startling your eyes upon looking up at felix.

he just shrugged. “there’s nothing to do around here. i just end up coming back here all the time,” he said, referring to the place that he was leading you to. 

that was the truth, the city got boring fast. not to mention, everybody you grew up with turned into completely different people and the ones who didn’t change already drifted too far away. it was like being stuck and staying inside wasn’t even as bad because coming out to face the real world meant facing the reality of the cards that you were dealt with. 

it was the reality of growing up. you despised it and it must’ve shown on your face because felix glanced over at you and frowned. at that, you relaxed your shoulders that had stiffened without your command. 

“sorry. it’s just—” you began, already hearing felix’s inquiry form at the tip of his tongue. “—this isn’t really the summer i dreamed of. i wanted bonfires and friendship bracelets and sleepovers. not sitting around in my room all day because i don’t have any friends anymore.”

“you have me,” felix immediately said and you weren’t sure if your heart should’ve skipped a beat or sunk because you just potentially got friend zoned. however, the squeeze of his hand and the way his lids grew a touch heavier looking at your face, at your lips, relaxed the thought. 

he then let go of your hand for a second and began to tug at the strings of his zip up sweater, slowly and more forcefully when he realized just how hard it was. you simply stared at him, blinking, because you were confused at what he was doing. felix finally managed to get the string out and then proceeded to wrap the arms of the sweater around his waist, submitting to the heat.

“hold out your wrist.”

you silently did so, still confused. felix pulled you slightly closer, just enough that you were almost chest to chest and your arm still stuck out. he smiled. then, he took the red string from his zip up hoodie and began to tie it around your wrist. you couldn’t help but notice that it was the same shade of red as his red paper footballs from the first day in detention.

tilting to your head to the side, you managed to ask, “uh, what are you doing?”

he was having a hard time knotting it and looping the excessively long string properly. “what do you think i’m doing?” felix wore a mischievous grin on his face.

“ruining your hoodie?” you blunted.

felix chuckled. “no, dummy, this is our friendship bracelet.” 

no one had ever done something like that for you before. you were always the one going out of your way to do nice things for your friends and play the good guy, only to be fucked over in the end. with felix, he gave you the power of feeling appreciated and wanted. it weighed heavier than a box under an evergreen tree or a birthday surprise with confetti.

you jumped onto him and he let out a yelp of surprise. maybe you crushed his bones at some point, but you couldn’t stop repeating words of gratitude over and over again. you felt felix’s shoulders relax and his chest rumble with another laugh, as he snaked his arms around your torso and squeezed you just as hard back. 

“i know it’s kind of just a string, but you also kind of just made my summer,” you whispered in his ear and felt him stroke your hair in response. “sorry, i just had to tell you that. do you. .  .do you wanna go now?”

“if you still want to,” felix’s face was slightly flushed when you pulled away from the hug.

he captured your hand in yours once again and reeled you in, pulling you straight out of the salt water and into his world of butterscotch skies.

you didn’t even know that place like this existed in your hometown. it was a moderate journey to say the least, at least a twenty minute walk from where the two of you started at your now former high school. felix began by leading you through the forest, taking paths that you didn’t even notice during your few visits there.

throughout the past four years, you seldom found yourself strolling through the murky trails of his forest, mostly to avoid the kids who would cut class to smoke weed here. the place was notorious for the activity, with its extensive paths crawling into one big maze and lengthy branches perfect for hiding behind. it was never anything but ugly and shady to you.

however, felix was like midas. everything he touched turned into gold. everywhere you went with him turned into a wonderland.

“these trees are way grown out now,” he murmured, pushing an small log out of the path with his foot. “i like it here, though.”

“it’s peaceful,” you replied, eyes drinking it all in. it wasn’t quite like the trees leading up to the beach hill, but the gloom hanging off of pea coloured moss and damp dirt brought strange comfort. 

that wasn’t the end of it, though. the two of you continued to make your way through the forest and on your end, with no destination in your mind. you even forgot about the heat. weaving through the way, bits of light began to make their presence known, shining from the far distance. you looked over at felix and a small grin began to form on his face.

all you saw next was yellow. 

at first, you were blinded by the sudden flash of sun. then, you slowly, but surely, fluttered your eyelids open and were confused when you were met with the same yellow. tucked away in the middle of the forest was a surprisingly large field of sunflowers. they varied in length and sparseness, but the one constant was their bright hue. the field shone brighter than the sun itself. the aroma of the field attacked your lungs and you relented, letting the scent of the flora run through your body. 

“you always come exactly when i need you.  . .” you mumbled under your breath, perplexed. you looked up at felix, who let his fingers run through the first patch of flowers, never picking, but appreciating the soft petals.

felix’s ears perked up. “huh? did you say something?”

“nothing,” you shook your head and bit back your smile. felix as a good luck charm would have to stay a secret. it was all a quiet coincidence, but you were more than grateful that he seemed to perfectly show up every time. “this place. . . .is this even real?” you giggled, mimicking his movements and brushing your fingers against the flowers.

“i come here almost everyday. it’s breathtaking.”

there was a crinkling noise and you hadn’t even noticed that felix let go of your hand to open a lollipop. he popped it out and it was, of course, a bright lemon colour. it perfectly matched the field. you raised an eyebrow at him,

“yellow,” he began, with the stick poking out of his right cheek, “is the easiest colour to remember. it’s the colour of happiness and home and summer and flowers and. . . and goddamn lemonade!” felix declared, spreading his arms open as if to hug the skies.

you knew exactly what felix meant. everything that embodied the colour yellow was right there, in that moment, there was no better colour to remember.

you blinked and after a breath, you grinned and yelled out to up above, “like goddamn lemonade!” 

“LEMONADEEE!”

the two of you began making yelling and whooping to absolutely no body other than yourselves. after a few moments of jumping around, he captured you into a gentle hug. you only squeezed your arms harder.

he paused. “you know you’re one of my first friends in a long time?” felix asked. “and graduation just happened. great.” his tone was sarcastic, but the truth hurt you just as hard.

you thought about the alleged “friends” you used to run with, the petty girls who always found themselves in drama. the ones that you completely changed yourself for. the ones who no longer had a place in your life. 

you thought about felix. he felt like home. you met him too late.

“you’re one of mine, too.” you wondered if being a friend was all that felix thought of you. you thought back to the day you kissed him and he responded positively. you thought about the friendship bracelet now laced and bound to your body. maybe, that’s what you needed him more as. “what happened to your old friends?” you were attempting to change the topic.

was that a mistake? felix cleared his throat. “well, there used to be nine of all of us back then . . .” he trailed off and instead made a spot for himself on the ground. he sat crosslegged and began playing with the nearest flower.

there was a story to everything. experiencing it is the worst, but explaining the breakdown to someone else was just as bad sometimes. you saw the way felix struggled to piece it together, so you merely shook your head and sat beside him. it could wait another day.

“i can’t believe i never knew about this place,” you said.

felix replied, “it’s probably for the better. it wouldn’t be this pretty if a bunch of random high school kids found it.” he cocked his head towards the forest, the lollipop still dangling from his mouth. 

in one fluid motion, you swiped it and stuck it into your own mouth with a grin.

“hey!” felix exclaimed, completely taken aback. he began laughing, though, and a playful look shone in his eye. 

before you knew it, you were underneath him. of course, not in that way, but the idiot managed to tackle you to the ground in the same way he had done at the beach. you gasped for laughter as he did so, holding you down with tickles. 

you somehow slid from the position below him and held your hands up in defeat. “i’m sorry!” you giggled. 

felix couldn’t help it. you looked ethereal against clusters of flowers and the best colour in the world. he couldn’t see it, but he felt it. the list of good things associated with it was now changed: happiness, home, summer, lemonade, and now, you.

he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“i thought we were friends?” you countered, smugly. you really didn’t care what you were, all that you knew was that you were drunk on felix’s presence. it wasn’t love or lust, but a comfort that you were addicted to.

“we can be whatever you want.” felix picked a sunflower, one of a smaller size, and held it out to you.

[snakeboistan]

You’re My Firework

Pairing: Karmagisa

Nagisa stared at the rows of colourful clothing as around him, his female classmates weaved through the racks of yukatas in the store they were in. With scrutinising eyes and hushed whispers, they inspected every piece of fabric that caught their eye whilst he stood in the middle of it all, watching them with visible confusion and resignation. When Koro-Sensei had all but begged him to come to the upcoming summer festival, the last thing he had expected upon arrival was to have Nakamura seize his wrist and, along with the rest of the girls, drag him to a store where they can all rent yukatas for the night.

“Bu-but I-I don’t need a yukata,” he had argued, desperately trying to pull his arm away from the blonde’s unyielding grip.

“Sure you do,” she stated, completely unfazed by his efforts, “come on, it’s the only festival we’re going to go to as a class and everyone else is going to dress up.”

“But I didn’t even bring that much.”

“Which is why I’m paying.”

“What,” he said, startled, “Nakamura, I really can’t ask you to-”

“You’re not asking,” she shot him a grin, “I’m offering. And I’m not taking no for an answer. You really think that I’m going to let you dress like that?”

“Oh, please, Nagisa,” Kurahashi beamed with clasped hands, “we promise we won’t make you wear it if you don’t want to and we won’t pick anything too girly but it would be really nice if you do wear one.”

Nagisa sighed (Kurahashi really knows how to work those puppy eyes), “all right, then.”

“Here you go,” his thoughts were cut off by Yada dropping a bundle of dark blue cotton into his arms. Then he felt hands grab onto his shoulders and steer his body towards one of the fitting rooms.

“Wha-guys?!”

“Go ahead and try it on, Nagisa,” Kayano laughed.

“O-Okay then,” and with that he closed the curtain that separated him from the rest of the shop. Once he had discarded his hoodie, graphic t-shirt and jeans, he carefully draped the yukata over himself, diligently tying the silver-coloured sash around his waist. Turning around, he inspected his reflection in the mirror that stood in front of him; his clothing was sapphire blue and had silver dragonflies scattered around it with sleeves that were so long that the cuffs reached up to his finger’s joints. He knows that it’s normal for boys to wear Yukatas to festivals - the tag even said ‘male XS’ - but come on, it’s practically a dress. He did admit that it looked nice but the way that the cotton practically engulfed his petite form did absolutely nothing to help his already babyish features, if anything it practically drew more attention to how large his eyes were. 

“Hey, ‘Gisa. You done in there or are you going to come out next decade?” Nakamura called out, the smirk evident in her voice.

“Alright, alright,” Nagisa mumbled as he swiftly pulled open the curtain to expose himself to his awaiting audience, who were already wearing their own rented clothing. Yada and Kurahashi immediately began clapping their hands as Nakamura regarded him up and down before nodding.

“Oh, Nagisa, you look amazing,” Kayano cooed.

“It does suit you,” Okano agreed, “do you like it?”

“It does look nice,” he said shyly, “but you guys really don’t need to-”

“Yes, come on, we're getting that for you,” Nakamura cut in with a tone that held no room for argument. She handed him a plastic bag, “put your clothes in this. I’m going to the counter to pay. Oh, and put these on.”

Nagisa stared at the geta shoes that were thrust forward. He whined, “but these hurt.”

“Pain is beauty, sweetie,” the blonde grinned before turning around and making her way to the counter. After paying for their clothes, they made their way towards the heart of the festival, where they met up with a very enthusiastic Koro-Sensei and the rest of their class under the stripes of glowing red lanterns that were hung overhead. 

“Hey, you guys are here,” Isogai said, smiling when they made their way towards him.

“Wow,” Maehara whistled as he took in their appearance, “I’ve got to say that you all look wonderful.”

Both the blonde and brunette were wearing yukatas that were golden and green respectively and were attracting more than a few looks from passers by. How come when the other boys wear these things, they actually look masculine?

“Oh, there you are,” they all turned their heads to see Karma sauntering towards them, a trademark lazy grin on his face. Nagisa felt his cheeks heat up as he took in the taller boy’s form. Adorning the redhead was a scarlet garment with black dragons swirling along the material and a black overcoat stylishly draping over him. Whilst Nagisa had always admired his boyfriend’s intelligence and wit, he is aware that his looks weren’t exactly something to laugh about. Seeing him standing under the traditional lanterns, their intense glow defining his sharp features and making his golden eyes illuminate even brighter than usual, made his breath catch in his throat and his head to feel dizzy at how hard it was reeling. As if he could read the blunette’s thoughts (and let’s be honest, when could he not), Karma smirked, “like what you see?”

The others laughed as Nagisa ducked his head to hide his blush. Karma grinned and walked up to him so that he could throw an arm around the shorter boy’s shoulders and squeeze him with a side-hug. Leaning down, he whispered, “If I’m being honest, I’m really enjoying what I’m seeing.”

As Nagisa’s pigtails shot up with fluster, Maehara addressed the group, “So the fireworks are going to happen in about half an hour. Anyone got any plans for what we should do until then?”

“Chiba texted me that he was going to be near the shooting stalls,” Hayami intoned, “I’m going to go join him.”

“I think that I’m going to go for a walk,” Kanzaki said, smiling, “everything here is so beautiful, I just have to see what the rest of the festival is like.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Kurahashi beamed, clapping her hands, “I think I’ll join you, Kanzaki.”

The rest of the girls were nodding their heads when Isogai pointed his thumb over his shoulder and behind his back as he piped up, “well, I’m gonna go scoop some goldfish. See you guys later.”

Nagisa watched the class Ikeman leave with Maehara in tow before he felt someone pull at his sleeve.

“Come on,” Karma said, “let’s go check this place out.”

Smiling, Nagisa let Karma lead the way as they walked towards the stalls.

….

A few minutes later, Nagisa was strolling along through the crowd with Karma, holding a stick of the wataame that the redhead bought for them to share. Picking off a floof of the sugary confection and plopping it into his mouth, he let it dissolve before saying, “we really ought to go to the meeting place where everyone else is. The fireworks would be starting soon.”

“Your right,” Karma remarked, “but we’re not going to be heading back.”

“Huh?”

“It’ll be way too crowded with everyone there. I know a good spot. Plus, I don’t want to stay with everyone else for longer than necessary. I’d rather it be the two of us.”

Nagisa sweat-dropped at that. Karma didn’t exactly hide how annoyed he was that Nagisa had gotten some attention from a few passersby - he spent half of their walk around the festival glaring at anyone that he deemed was leering at the blunette with a look that would send Satan running. He even decked Okajima in the face when the boy made a pass at Nagisa by sliding an arm around his shoulders whilst saying some pick-up line and winking before steering Nagisa well away from their classmate. Shaking his head to get rid of the memory, he asked, “so where are we going?

“You’ll see.”

‘You’ll see’ turned out to be a hill that stood near the perimeter of the festival. Nagisa yelped when he felt Karma’s hand circle his wrist, pulling the shorter boy along with him as he climbed the hill with powerful strides, “Waah, Karma, slow down! I can’t climb as fast as you with these shoes.”

Karma stilled before turning back to look at him. He considered the blue-eyed boy for a moment and nodded, “you’re right. Don’t worry, I know how we can get to the top much faster.”

“Huh-Wai-AHH, KARMA!” Nagisa yelled as he was unceremoniously picked up in a bridal carry. His arms had somehow found their way around Karma’s neck and his treat had dropped to the floor. He glared up at the smug redhead.

“Hey, Nagi,” Karma cooed, continuing to make his ascent up the hill with his boyfriend in his arms, “has anyone ever told you that you’re really light?”

“Shut up,” Nagisa pouted, refusing to make eye-contact, “you don’t have to carry me you know.”

“I know,” Nagisa could hear the smirk in the other’s voice, “but there’s no way that I’m going to miss out on the opportunity.”

Before Nagisa could reply, he was gently placed onto his feet at the peak of the hill. He was about to say something to Karma when a twinkle caught his eye. He turned around to see the festival below them. The rows of glowing red lanterns stretched as far as he could see and the lights that were wrapped around stalls and signposts shined like glittering diamonds. It truly was breath-taking.

“Told you that I know a good spot,” Karma said beside him. Nagisa huffed a laugh and reached his arm out so that he could clasp his boyfriend’s hand with his. Once their fingers interlaced, he felt Karma give his hand a squeeze. When he looked up at him, the redhead shot him a fond smile. He side-stepped closer to the taller male so that he could rest his head on his shoulder.

“This is nice,” Nagisa murmured, “I like it here. Thank you.”

“No problem, Nagi.”

Nagisa could feel the other’s eyes on him, he tilted his head to look up at his boyfriend, ignoring the sounds of the crowd cheering and buzzing with excitement. Karma turned the shorter boy’s body so that the two of them were standing face to face instead of side by side, the whizzes and fizzles lost onto the couple’s ears. Sparks of luminescent colour soared into the sky, bursting into dazzling kaleidoscopic splatters that filled the sky with a rain of light and wonder. However, their shimmers had nothing on the intense golden stare that had him rooted in place, their cacophonous crackles held no power against the frenzy that was his own heartbeat. With every burst of colour and light, their own faces were splashed with radiance, casting their features with a luminescence that drew them in the same way moths were drawn by flames. When he felt Karma’s long slender fingers cup the side of his face - he didn’t even realise that they had closed the distance between them - he could see the question burning behind those golden orbs that he loved so much. In response he nodded his head ever so slightly, making sure not to break the gaze that they were sharing. Karma smiled, eyes softening with a warmth that never failed to make Nagisa’s legs go weak, and connected their lips just as another firework exploded. Nagisa snaked his arms around the taller boy’s neck, immediately trying to close the infinitesimal distance between them and pressed his lips more firmly against the other’s. The multi colored marigolds continued to bloom on the vast expanse of indigo and black as Nagisa felt the redhead wrap an arm that wasn’t holding his face around his waist to pull them flush together. Both of them tightened their holds before the need for oxygen forced them to pull away. Karma rested his forehead against the blunette’s and Nagisa found himself entranced at the way he could see the fireworks reflection inside the taller boy’s pupils. 

“Hey,” Karma murmured.

“Hey,” Nagisa whisper-laughed, “don’t you think we should watch the fireworks.”

“Nah,” Karma smirked, brushing Nagisa’s bangs away from his forehead, “I’ve got something much more interesting standing right in front of me.”

BONUS:

“Hey,” Sugino asked, looking around and scratching his head, “where are Karma and Nagisa. I’m sure that I saw them earlier.”

Nakamura smirked, “I don’t know but I’m sure that those two lovebirds found somewhere private where they can enjoy themselves.”

“Nrfufufufu, you won’t be wrong Nakamura,” Koro-Sensei said (privately thanking that he brought his camera with him), “aahh, young love. It truly is magical.”

“At least those two know how to keep things private,” said Kimura, sweat-dropping at the sight of Maehara making out with a flushing Isogai.

[szopenhauer]

Are you the type of person who gets straight to the point?: I try my best to explain things but ppl still don’t understand the obvious

What was the last thing you said in complete caps?: not sure what was last

Do you enjoy playing board games?: some

Did you wear anything new today?: pineapple shirt my mom bought for me recently

Do you ever eavesdrop on people’s conversations?: hard not to when they’re so loud

Are you good at playing Hide and Go Seek?: I was because I’m tiny XD

Who or what made you smile last?: my thoughts 

What was the last song you had on repeat?: Daisy by Ashnikko :x

Do you often have that song on repeat?: no that was one time only lol  I hardly ever have a son on repeat, that happened like 5 times in my entire life, usually after breakup

Silly string or confetti?: fun but too messy and waste of money so none

How long is your favorite song?: about 3.50

What was the highlight of your day today?: it’s complicated

Do you tap your foot when you listen to music?: I tap but mostly due to anxiety ^^”

Would you rather use tape or glue?: tape 

Homemade or store bought cards?: store bought 

Do you listen to any hip hop?: nah

How about some lyrics?: I'm tired of weakness Tired of my feet of clay I'm tired of days to come I'm tired of yesterday And all the worn out things that I ever said Now it's much too late The words stay in my head (...) I'm tired of Facebook Tired of my failing health I'm tired of everyone And that includes myself Well being alone now It doesn't bother me But not knowing if you are That's been hell you see 

Have you ever had a fascination with stickers? slightly

Have you ever seen A Walk To Remember? yeah Did you ever watch Captain Planet? I did Do you think that Uggs are ugly? I love them Have you ever watched That ‘70’s show? meh Do you get along with your sibling’s friends? we don’t know each other Do you have a fashion icon? sorta, not really Do you think that iCarly is annoying? possibly

Have you ever had a really bad haircut? sadly

What are your favorite type of calendars? pocket?  Could you spend hours on pinterest? just a couple of minutes  Have you ever had to wear a school uniform? I liked that Who were your best friends in high school? K.K. E.E. E.W. Ż.B.

Would you rather sleep on the top bunk or bottom bunk? bottom Have you ever had a secret admirer that left you notes? I got a note in elementary, it’s a mystery to this day, I thought that it’s a response from M.N. after I left him one myself but it seemed to be a prank done by girls who’ve been bullying me so I threw that piece of paper angrily at him like it was his fault - I still kinda remember what was written on it, they called me a flower and left a tiny drawing - later, forgot how, I found that note again and I believe I might still have it stored somewhere  What was your favorite thing to do at sleepovers when you were younger? as a kid I had 1 sleepover (same school in which the note situation happened) my friend P.W. had puppies and I was allowed to stay for the night in her house Do you currently live in the city you grew up in? mhm What’s one way in which you’re behind the times? ex. getting a job  What’s one way in which you’re still a child? ex. collecting stuffed animals, lots What’s one way in which you’re old? ex. health issues Do you feel old or young? Or do you feel both at different times? both at different times What would be the best surprise you could receive right now? money? Do you usually forgive when someone hurts your or try to get revenge? neither, I hold grudge and don’t trust the person again, at least for a long time  Were there any subjects in school that were really easy for you? in primary most of them were, in middle school: polish, biology, chemistry and math and in high: russian, english, PE and physics (but I probably shouldn’t count it as we had it for a few months) Did you ever skip a grade or get held back a grade? - What time of day were you born? half past midnight, my mother asked me why I’m so lazy as for someone who was born on Saturday and I responded with - I was sleeping in and was late for Friday What is the best hairstyle you’ve ever had? can’t choose Do you think you look better with dyed hair or natural hair? I’m used to my color but I wouldn’t mind dyed hair Do you ever listen to Celtic music? me and John had a phase on that back in the day, I wish I remind the titles... Have you ever wanted to be a model, actress, singer, or dancer? actress When you look at your baby pictures, do you recognize yourself? pfft Has your hair color changed since you were a toddler? got darker, less red  Do you wear matching socks? always but recently I thought about changing that fact Do you have a seashell collection? Do you have a rock collection? small Flamingos or pineapples? both Cacti or seashells? same but it’s harder to take care of cacti than shells haha Maple tree or palm tree? palm, ppl say maple looks like weed - I don’t think this way but that’s annoying, still I’d prefer maple trees irl!  Dreamcatcher or wind chimes? wind chimes but not every kind Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? <3

Are you a pyromaniac? Bu is :P Are you a kleptomaniac? wtf Do you like to wear belts? it’s uncomfy and not good for my belly Would you ever get dreadlocks? I could but I won’t Do you listen to Eminem? no way

Does your sibling have a significant other? my sister is married 

When and why is the last time you cried (or at least, shed tears)? yesterday?

Have you ever cried at a real wedding? not that I been to many but no

What do your flipflops look like? don’t own any

Are there any gadgets of yours that need charging right now? my cellphone is charging

Which awards show would you wanna go to the most (e.g Oscars, Grammys etc.)? I wanna go to MET gala, nothing else

Any idea what time you’ll be going to bed tonight? late

Does your significant other like the same colour as you do? she hates my fav colors besides black 

Have you ever purchased anything online? obvi

Name all your friends whose name starts with the 4th letter of your first name. ...

Have you ever ridden an elephant? I’d like to (and camel and an ostrich and a horse)

Are you the candle lighting type? am not

Coffee in the morning, yay or nay? nay

Anal sex, yay or nay? hell no

Blue lipstick, yay or nay? okay, whatever

Is this question lame: “Have you had sex?” yep

Have you ever dated someone with really crooked teeth? mine are crooked

Would you rather vacation on the beach, or in the mountains? beach What embarrassing music do you listen to? too embarassed to write down? What’s your biggest talent? talented? me? r u kidding?

If you were a candy bar, what would you be? Milky Way? Would you rather ride in a hot air balloon or hang-glide? air balloon What’s one word you want people to use to describe you? truth is most important, everything else is less 

Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? tons of books

Are you more of a visual learner or an auditory learner? I learn best with my hands (kinesthetic) but visual is probably easier than auditory to me 

Do you have any dietary restrictions? ugh...

Do you prefer Google Maps, Apple Maps, Waze, or something else? I get lost no matter what

How old does someone have to be for you to see them as an adult? about my age or older

Do you ever ‘manspread’ when you sit down? sorry but I don’t sit like a lady - I sit like a lesbian unless there’s no space for that

When was the last time you were in a crowded place, and where was it? bus this day

Have you ever turned down a job offer? had to

What was the last medical appointment you scheduled? scheduled plenty at once

Have you ever had a dream in which you died? I die often, it’s a common element in my dreams, I’m fine with it by now

Have you ever fallen asleep on public transport?  oh well... majority of those times I was able to but once it was an accident and I missed my stop while going to school

Can you touch your toes without bending your knees? almost Have you seen all the Hunger Games films? yasss Why did you last go see a doctor? control visit about my IBS, GERD, food intolerances... Are you more logical or creative? depends

What do you currently hear? parents talking, music - iamamiwhoami; shadowshow 

Did you get enough sleep last night? I slept a little over 3 hours and I feel tired  Are the streetlights on? it’s not dark yet When you wear a hoodie, do you pull the sleeves over your hands? when it’s warm for that or they bother me in what I’m doing Are you in any advanced classes at school? w moim profilu miałam rozszerzone historię i WOK (wiedza o kulturze) Did you have a good day today? it wasn’t the worst (compared) and hope it won’t turn into complete shit 

[rahullkohli]

okay, so, for the headcanon thing and because i'm too lazy to write this myself, BUT, consider: they get dave to the modern timeline through Plot Convenience, and he and Klaus attend pride, which is simply Mindblowing to Dave, this sweet guy coming from such a place of social prejudice and homophobia, who's seeing all this overwhelming positivity and support and love out there in public in all its colours, and is just... shocked. essentially, dave crying from joy & holding klaus' hands a lot

i am so sorry this took me a while to get to, but i think about this scenario a lot, and i have to put this under a cut because it turned into 1.3k words of dave experiencing a whole new world.

okay i know that i am completelyminority here, but i don't feel like klaus is the kind of guy whoneeds to flaunt his sexuality. tbh i don't even think he even thinksabout it. i think he mostly just gets with whoever he is attracted to(or can offer him a warm bed or a couch for some time) regardless ofgender. so to me klaus doesn't go to pride for the community, or forthe social aspect. whenever klaus has gone to pride it has been tofill his needs for alcohol, drugs, sex and because pride is fuckingloud.

but then dave is there in the moderntimeline with him, and even though klaus is like ”this is dave,he's my guy, we're a thing, you shut up” to his siblings, dave isstill closeted. dave has been closeted his whole life because heliterally didn't have a choice. and the changes from his timeline toklaus' are an extreme culture shock. klaus' wardrobe alone is enoughto make him need a stiff drink and a moment to clear his head. davewasn't exactly a hippie back in the sixties, and he never really hadmuch to do with them back then. and it's confusing, and he is havinga really hard time. and klaus isn't the most evolved when it comes totalking about feelings, because who the hell would have taught himthat? old reggie? i think not! he's done it in rehab, and grouptherapy in prison, but he always followed up with sarcastic remarks,and he is not about to do that to dave. so instead klaus sits withhim, tells him he doesn't have to be out until he feels like it'sright, and that it all comes down what dave needs. but he also tellsdave about all the good progress the lgbt community has seen sincethe 60s. and then he tells dave about pride – how we have an entiremonth to raise awareness and remember our history. he tells daveabout how pride is a place where nobody cares, where everyone ishappy, and even closeted people get to be themselves for at least acouple of hours because at pride eveeryone is themselves. and klausshows dave pictures and videos from pride, videos of drag queensperforming, and boys kissing boys, and girls kissing girls. picturesof colorful floats and huge, hairy guys in thongs and colorful boasaround their necks.

so they decide to go. dave hesitant,and klaus promises that they don't have to do anything, they can justwatch from the sidelines. klaus even wears pants and a full lengtht-shirt with sleeves and everything to make dave feel as neutral aspossible as they're on the bus to the nearest big city where thefestivities are going down.

and when they arrive it's big, andpompous, and it's colorful. and it's so happy! the energy is booming,and there are so many smiles. big men are making out, unashamed, inthe middle of the city square. women with buzzcuts are holding handsand looking each other in the eyes like they're seeing the sun forthe first time. drag queens taller than dave are dancing in thehighest heels he has ever seen, and teenagers whose genders davecan't even figure out are laughing so hard they can barely stand.there are so many people, and literally every one of them is lookinghappy, and content, and excited.

the air is exploding with love, and forthe first time in the entire time they have known each other, klausfeels dave carefully lace their fingers together in front of otherpeople. and he can't stop grinning, and he so want a drink right now,but he also wants to keep his head clear in case dave getsoverwhelmed. but as a float marked gay soldiers do it better filledwith ripped guys in army pants passed them, dave inches closer tohim, and when klaus looks at him he sees tears in his boyfriend'seyes. so klaus squeezes his hand and dares to move closer.

”everyone is just so happy. andopen,” dave says, but he can't pull his eyes away, and klaus isn'tabout to be the one to break the spell for him. so instead he juststands there, letting dave digest it all, take it all in as much ashe can handle. klaus never considered himself closeted, and he neverfelt like he had to come out to anyone either. it wasn't like hisfamily even cared whether he was alive or dead, so why should hebother to feel like he owed them that part of himself? but it was abig deal to dave, and klaus was not about to take that away from him.

so they spend the whole day in the citysquare. klaus meets former drinking buddies and people he used to domolly with. he meets at least eight different people he has sleptwith, and dave is overwhelmed by how klaus isn't gay or straight butsomething entirely different. but dave is polite and greets everyone,even if he doesn't like the idea of anyone else having ever touchedklaus the way he gets to. he watches klaus dance with other people,and listens to him have conversations that he knows are in englishbut doesn't make the tiniest bit of sense to him. but he doesn'tmind; dave enjoys seeing klaus having a good time, and he likes to beon the sideline to observe without having to put himself in themiddle of it, and he tries not to blush whenever klaus proudlyintroduces him to whoever comes their way, or whenever other mencalls him cute in front of other men. so he holds klaus' hand, andevery time klaus has been wandering off and comes back, he pullsklaus just a little bit closer than he previously has allowed himselfin public.

and they stay the whole day, over theevening, and even though dave's head is pounding from all the loudmusic and the sun baking down on them for hours, he wouldn't want itany other way. his heart has been feeling like it was going to poundright out of his chest the entire day, and he has been scared todeath since before they even left the house, but now that it's darkand the music is transitioning to slower beats, there's no place davewould rather be.

slowly he gathers up his courage to lethis arms wrap around klaus, even though they are surrounded bystrangers. but everyone seems focused on their own moment, and withcouples dancing around them dave tells himself that this is as good amoment as any, and with klaus' arms softly around him he starts tosway, letting them blend in with the other couples moving to the softtunes. and when klaus rest his cheek on his shoulder, dave's stomachdoes a small jump, but he doesn't fight it, and allows his own torest against klaus' messy curls as they are swaying in place.

it's terrifying, and dave is constantlyexpecting someone to come attack them, but then he watches the othercouples around them, and reminds himself to breathe. so he squeezesklaus tighter and takes his hand, dancing like the slow dances he didwith girls in high school, where he used to close his eyes andimagine it was a cute boy, but he never would have imagined that hewould actually get to have a dance like that with someone thatactually made his heart flutter like klaus does. but here he is;fireworks popping over their heads, and a sweet pop song playing overthe biggest speakers he has seen in his life. and he's with klaus. sonothing else matters.

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 70

With the Battalion home on Earth, all they wanna do is nothing. But will they ever have a chance to relax again? Previous! Next!

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Whole Lotta Nothin

Squee: After the year we had I kinda wanna do absolutely nothing today

Dib: Sounds like a plan

Gaz: Im down

Pepito: way ahead of you

Zim: Then it’s settled. Today we will do absolutely nothing. Check in later.

           Squee closes the group chat and stretches, smiling contently. He quickly finishes his cereal and, after washing his dishes, starts to head outside. Johnny and Granny Cammie, who were both sitting on the couch with him, watch him pass by.

           “Big plans today?” Cammie asks.

           “Yup,” Squee replies as he opens the front door. “A whole lotta nothing. I’m gonna see if Colton wants to join.”

           “That sounds like a good plan,” Nny comments and sinks deeper into the couch.

           Squee heads down the yard and sits on the curb. A moment or two later, Colton joins him.

           “Sup,” he greets.

           “Wanna do nothing today?” Squee asks.

           “Every day,” he smiles and they both lie down on the cement, sighing happily.

           The sky is a bright blue, dotted with puffy, white clouds. Birds are singing as they fly overhead. Around the city, kids are running around, enjoying their last week of summer before school starts again. But as per usual, Grave Road is quiet, which is perfect for the two lazy boys.

           “I bet the Earth sky is pretty boring after what you’ve seen,” Colton remarks.

           “Space is amazing,” Squee comments, “so much…space. But the sky is nice in its own way too. Space is endless; Earth has a horizon. Both boast freedom.”            “I like clouds.”

           “Clouds are nice too.”

           Across the street, a neighbor girl Emily leaves her house with her friend and Colton’s sister, Kay. Giggling, they race over to the boys and stand over them, blocking their view.

           “Squee!” they exclaim.

           “Are you shouting my name or just squealing?” Squee asks.

           “Both,” Emily replies.

           “Is it true you were in space all year?” Kay asks.

           “Yup,” he nods.

           “What was it like?” Emily demands.

           “What did you see?” Kay asks.

           “What did you do?”

           “Did you fight aliens?”

           “Did you go to a lot of planets?”

           The boys both grumble with annoyance from the constant questioning before Colton interrupts them. “Girls, please. Squee just got back yesterday. Give him space.”            “Pun not intended, I hope,” Squee grunts.

           “Uh, yeah, no, sorry.”            “Awww, but we wanna go on an adventure,” Emily whines.

           “Huh?” Squee questions.

         “You guys are always going on such awesome adventures,” Kay points out, “we wanna too!”

           “I never go on the adventures,” Colton argues, “I just hear about them.”

           “Well, I’m tired of just hearing about them,” she whines, “I want adventures!”

           “Me too!” Emily shrilly agrees.

           “Well, why don’t you go find some?” Squee suggests, somewhat impatiently.

           “Huh?” they question.

           “You don’t need me to go on adventures,” he explains, “adventure is everywhere, around every corner. Who knows what you’ll find.”            The girls share a surprised look before beaming with excitement.

           “Let’s go find adventure!” Kay exclaims.

           “Yah!” Emily cheers before they go racing away.

           “Finally,” Squee sighs with relief.

           “Now you know what it’s like to have a little sister,” Colton remarks. They both sigh happily from the peace and quiet and continue their packed schedule of nothing.

           Meanwhile, Emily and Kay race down the street and through the neighboring blocks, giggling and excited.

           “Where should we go? How do we find adventure?” Kay asks as she peeks around every corner they pass.

           “Hmmm,” Emily muses before spotting the city bus. It just arrived at a nearby stop and a couple people are filing on. “Let’s take the bus!”

           “Okay!” Kay exclaims and they both laugh excitedly and skip to the bus stop. They slip inside behind a random businessman and since they’re both young children, the bus driver doesn’t even notice them.            

           They settle down on an empty seat, giggling feverishly as the bus takes off.

           “Where do you think it’ll take us?” Kay asks.

           “I don’t know,” Emily snickers, “definitely somewhere we’ve never been.”            “Somewhere adventurous?”

           “Yeah!”

           They both laugh into their hands, getting strange stares from the other passengers.

           They watch the scenery pass by with wide eyes and big smiles as they get farther and farther away from their neighborhood than either of them have ever been. The filthy city streets covered in litter and panhandling addicts might as well be paved in gold with the way the girls are staring in awe. And when the bus gets stuck in traffic, they both beam excitedly at the new, colourful language they hear from the surrounding drivers.

           Their sightseeing is interrupted when a middle-aged bald man in loose, filthy clothes covered in sweat stains approaches. “He-hello, little girls,” he says in a heavy, panting voice.

           “Hi!” Kay chimes.

           “Where are you off to this-this fine day?”

           “Adventure!” Emily exclaims and they both giggle.

           “Really?” he smiles crookedly, “y-you must be very brave girls to look for adventure.”

           “You think so?” Kay asks excitedly.

           “I-I do,” he nods, “and I know a great place for adventure if you’ll come with me at the next stop.”

           For the first time since they’ve started their adventure, Kay and Emily feel hesitant.

           “I don’t know,” Emily replies, “my mom says I shouldn’t go off with strangers.”

           “That’s a very good idea,” the man nods, “but-but adventurers need to be brave and take risks, right?”

           “I guess,” Kay replies, somewhat unsure.

           “So be brave, take a risk, and come with me,” he smiles, a little bit of drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth as he reaches for them. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

           Before he can touch them, another hand lashes out from his side and grabs his arm, twisting it around.

           “Ow! What the fuck!” he barks and glares at his perpetrator: a young, black haired woman with a nasty glare.

           “I suggest you go sit on the other end of the bus,” she growls, “before I change my mind about being PG.”

           The man starts to say something but stops when the woman snarls, revealing very sharp vampire fangs. She lets go of his arm as he winces back and he scurries away like a frightened dog.

           The woman sighs and sits on the seat across from the girls. “I couldn’t help but overhear. You two are looking for adventure?”

           “Yeah!” they cheer.

           “Well then, let me give you some advice, as a seasoned adventurer. We need to be brave, sure, but we still have to make careful risks. Otherwise, you might end up not being able to go on adventures ever again.”            Emily and Kay both cock their heads, quizzical looks on their faces.      

           The woman looks them over analytically. “You must be far from home. Where do you live?”

           “Grave Road,” Emily replies.

           The woman’s eyebrow rises with interest. “Really. You know someone named Squee?”            “Yeah, he’s our neighbor,” Kay nods, “he’s the one who told us to look for adventure.”            “Oh, he did, huh,” she grins with amusement. “I doubt this is what he meant. He’s gonna owe me big time.”            “Huh?” the girls question, cocking their heads.

           The woman leans forward, smiling. “I’m Serena. What are your names?”            “Emily!”

           “Kay!”

           “Well, Emily, Kay,” Serena says, “I know of an amazing, safe place to have an adventure. I happen to be going there right now. Wanna come?”

           “What kind of place?” Emily asks, eyes shining excitedly.

         “An amazing, alien vessel filled with wacky characters that you would only find in a cartoon.”

           “I like cartoons,” Kay beams.

           “I thought you would,” Serena grins, “but do you also like clowns?”

           They spend the next couple hours riding the bus through the city. Kay and Emily are amazed by Serena’s seemingly endless knowledge of the city, as she always has something to say about something they pass. She also seems really tough and scares strangers away with just a glare and a snarl.

           Finally, after about two hours, they arrive at their stop and Serena leads them off the bus. They walk for a couple blocks before arriving to another, smaller bus that’s bright pink. The young girls are immediately ecstatic.

           “It’s so pretty!” Emily chimes.

           “Really? I always thought it was kind of gaudy,” Serena comments as she opens the side door. “I’m back.”

           Inside is pink too, with fluffy carpeting and leather seats and a hammock hanging from the ceiling. Spread out on the seats are four very odd looking characters who do a double-take as the girls walk in.

           “What!” D-boy exclaims and falls out of his hammock.

           “Uh, Serena…” Sickness trails off, pointing dumbly at the young girls.

           “What did you do?” Reverend Meat asks accusingly.

           “Relax,” Serena grunts, waving away their concerns. “I saved them from some perverted creep on the bus. They’re Squee’s neighbors.”

           “Really?” Eff asks as he kneels in front of them.

           “You’re a clown!” Kay exclaims.

           “Very perceptive,” he remarks.

           “Can you make balloon animals?” Emily asks.

           He shrugs. “Sure, why not.” He reaches into his hat and pulls out a long, deflated pink balloon which he quickly blows up. After a bit of twisting and pulling, he makes Emily a balloon poodle and she squeals with delight.

           “I want one!” Kay exclaims.

           “D-boy, you make this one,” Eff orders.

           The other Doughboy groans with annoyance but pulls a red balloon out of his hat, which he twists into a giraffe. Both girls cheer excitedly.

           “They’re adorable,” Reverend Meat beams.

           “They’re too loud,” D-boy grunts as he rubs his ear.

           “Where’s Aron?” Serena asks as she looks around.

           “In class,” Sickness replies.

           “Damn,” she sighs, “I wanted to drive them home right away but I guess we can’t just leave without Aron. If he comes back and the bus is gone, he’ll break.”

           “Wait, you’re gonna take us home?” Kay snaps, “you said you’d take us on an adventure!”

           “Was this not enough of an adventure for you?” Serena asks, gesturing to the Night Terrors. “You even got souvenirs.”

           “We want real adventure!” Emily shouts, “with danger and…and…exploring and…and monsters!”

           “Yeah!” Kay agrees.

           “Ugh, this is why I hate kids,” Serena groans, pinching the bridge of her nose.

           “So, you guys want adventure, do ya?” Reverend Meat purrs as he kneels before the young girls.

           “Yah!” they cheer.

           “Meat,” Serena says suspiciously.

           “Relax,” he grins and stands up. “I was just gonna suggest that we walk them home.”

           “Across the city?” Eff exclaims, “that’s like five hours!”

           “And the perfect adventure for a couple budding adventurers,” Reverend Meat adds, “who knows what we’ll see, who we’ll come across. And they’ll probably get wiped out before we even get them home.”

           “Fine,” Serena shrugs.

           “Yeah, alright,” Sickness nods, “could be fun.”

           “Pass,” D-boy yawns as he lies down on his hammock. But before he can get comfortable, Eff yanks him off and they all leave.

           “I guess we better stop at a store and pick up drinks and snacks,” Reverend Meat muses as they walk down the street, the girls skipping ahead of them with excitement. “Wouldn’t want them passing out from hunger or something. Serena, you got any cash?”

           “Uh like ten bucks,” she replies.

           “That should be enough for them but what about us?” Sickness asks.

           “Don’t worry, I got a plan,” Eff smirks.

           They go inside the nearest store and Eff hands them the ten dollar bill. “Alright, girls, go ahead and buy ten dollars’ worth of snacks and drinks.”            “Cool!” Emily cheers and they race off. They carefully pick out their treats while Eff and D-boy follow, seemingly like diligent guardians. But as the girls pay, the Doughboys slip outside with the others.

          “We got gummy worms and fizzy pop!” Kay exclaims excitedly as they join the Night Terrors.

           “Hey, us too,” Eff replies as he and D-boy reach into their hats and pull out cans of soda for everyone.

           “Hey,” Emily says accusingly, “where’d you get those?”

           “We’re magicians,” D-boy shrugs plainly, “we definitely didn’t steal them while the clerk was busy with you.”

           “Yeah, exactly,” Eff nods, “now let’s go.”            The girls stare at them suspiciously but follow nonetheless.

           It’s a beautiful day for a walk and the girls are in awe of everything. It’s even more amazing than what they saw on the bus because now they’re actually within it. The Night Terrors keep them from stopping and admiring though, but also tell little stories about some of the stuff they pass.

           “That’s the alley where Serena tried to drink my blood once,” D-boy says.

           “Oh, yeah, when we first met,” Serena remarks.

           “Why’d you try to drink his blood?” Emily asks, grimacing.

           She shrugs. “Blood has lots of iron.”            “Eeewww,” both girls reply shrilly.

           They eventually leave the shopping area and pass into a middle-class neighborhood. Kids their age and older are outside, playing around and enjoying the nice summer day. But there’s one house that everyone seems to avoid and Serena points it out.

           “You two will like this; that’s the Membrane house.”            “Like Dib and Gaz Membrane?” Kay exclaims excitedly.

           “Well, I was thinking more like their dad,” Serena replies, “you know, The Professor Membrane.”

           “But Dib and Gaz are the ones who have been on all the adventures with Squee,” Emily points out, “Dib is a genius with ghosts and monsters and Gaz is super strong and dangerous.”

           “Wow, you guys really know a lot about Squee’s adventures, huh?” Sickness questions.

           “So you must know us then, right?” Reverend Meat asks, “the Night Terrors.”

           “Ummm, I don’t think my brother ever talked about you,” Kay replies.

           “But we’ve saved Squee dozens of times,” Eff points out.

           “Yeah, he’s our Little Boss,” Sickness adds.

           Both girls shrug apologetically.

           “Hmph,” D-boy snorts, “guess our adventures aren’t good enough to talk about.”            “Whatever,” Reverend Meat whines, “we’re way cooler.”

           “Guys, shut up for a second,” Serena snaps and points down the street. “You see that?”

           “What? What?” Kay and Emily question. They can’t see it but the Night Terrors do: something or someone on a building across the street from the Membrane house. They’re hiding in the shadows and doing a pretty good job. If Serena hadn’t noticed a glare from the scope on their gun, they never would’ve been spotted.

           “What are they doing?” Sickness asks.

           “Looks like their pointing some kind of weapon at the Membrane house,” Reverend Meat replies.

           “That’s suspicious,” Serena comments.

           “What are you guys talking about?” Emily asks, “we don’t see anything.”

           Eff smirks at them. “We’ll show you just how cool our adventures are. Come on, D-boy.”

           The Doughboys suddenly leap up onto the roof of the closest building, to the shock and awe of the two girls.

           Meanwhile, Dib and Gaz are relaxing on lounge chairs on the roof of their house. Both of them are smiling blissfully, enjoying the peace and quiet. Across the street, an Irken in a black body suit points a scoped laser rifle at them, taking aim at Dib’s big head.

           He starts to pull the trigger when his antennae twitch. He whips around and fires his rifle.

           Dib’s eyes crack open at the sound. “Did you hear that?”

           “Huh, I don’t care,” Gaz replies, not even looking up from her GS3.

           “Hm. Yeah,” Dib agrees and closes his eyes.

           The Irken growls defiantly but is completely immobilized as Eff holds the barrel of his gun and D-boy squeezes his antennae. With his free hand, Eff rubs the little spot of charred flesh on his cheek where the laser grazed him.

           “You ruined my make-up,” he grunts.

           Without another word, Eff reaches into his hat, pulls out a machete, and carves the Irken to bits.

           They soon join their friends back on the ground, after disposing of the Irken in a nearby dumpster.    

           “So?” Reverend Meat asks.

           “Looked like some kind of Irken assassin,” Eff replies.

           “An assassin? After Dib and Gaz?” Sickness questions, “but Squee hasn’t said they’re being hunted.”

           “Maybe he doesn’t know,” D-boy shrugs, “we almost didn’t notice them.”            “Oh! Oh!” Emily exclaims, frantically waving her hand in the air.

           “Yes, Emily?” Serena asks.

           “What if assassins are after Squee’s other friends too?”

           The Night Terrors share a curious look.

           “Well, we’re already walking through the city,” Reverend Meat muses, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to check on them.”            “And the Little Boss would definitely appreciate it,” Eff adds.

           “Well, looks like you two are getting more adventure than we thought,” Serena grins at Emily and Kay, who beam excitedly.

           The group hurries through the city. With a set goal in mind, even Emily and Kay don’t get so easily distracted. And soon they arrive at Zim’s cul-de-sac, and stare at his house from down the street.

           Inside, Skoodge, Gir, and Minimoose are enamoured by a silly cartoon playing on the TV. Behind them, Zim is lying face down on the couch, relaxing for the first time in over a year. He forgot how nice it felt to just shut down for a while.

           Outside, on the roof of a neighbor’s house, an Irken reaches into her PAK and pulls out a small, round device with a display and a red button. She presses the button and a countdown begins on the display. She starts to toss the device towards Zim’s house when a flash of purple rushes by her eyes. Before she can react, something grabs her antennae and yanks her off her feet.

           Sickness lands back on the ground with her friends and holds out the immobilized Irken like a trophy. “Behold: an Irken.”

           “Whoa!” Kay and Emily exclaim.

           The Irken says some nasty things in her alien language which thankfully the young girls can’t understand as Sickness tosses her over to the Doughboys. “Here you go, guys.”

           They both giggle excitedly and disappear down a nearby alley to finish her off in private while Sickness hands the device she had to Reverend Meat.

           “She had this too,” she says, “I’m guessing it’s some kind of bomb.”            “Hm,” he muses as he examines the display. “It’s in Irken. No idea what it says. Oh well.”

           He grips the bomb, pulls his arm back, and whips it into the sky strong enough to break through the atmosphere. But it doesn’t make it that far and explodes ten seconds later.

           Zim’s antennae twitch at the sound. He lazily lifts his head, glances around, and lies back down.

           “Well, that was a lot quicker than I thought,” Reverend Meat comments.

           “That was so cool!” Kay exclaims while Emily nods agreeably. He chuckles bashfully and rubs the back of his head.        

           “Okay, we’re done,” Eff says as he and D-boy return. “Let’s get going. It’s a long walk to Pepito’s house.”

           “Yeah, too long to walk if he’s gonna be assassinated,” Reverend Meat agrees then smiles at the girls. “You too wanna go for a ride?”            They stare at him in confusion.

           A few moments later, they’re squealing with delight as they hang onto his shoulders and the Night Terrors leap across buildings. They’re moving much faster now, even faster than the bus, and they cover way more ground. A five hour walk is quickly shortened to barely an hour.

           In his house, Pepito has barely moved from the couch all day, except to get a snack or use the bathroom. He’s been watching whatever cooking shows his mom has playing on TV and finds that he’s retaining quite a lot of it. He’ll have to try these tricks later when he’s not determined to do absolutely nothing all day.

           On his roof, an Irken removes a small explosive device from his PAK and begins to activate it when he senses multiple presences appear behind him. Before he can react, a hand roughly grabs his antennae and turns him around to the Night Terrors, with Kay and Emily peeking excitedly over Reverend Meat’s shoulders.

           “Hey,” Eff nods while D-boy draws a sledgehammer from his hat and smashes the Irken’s face in.

           The noise is audible through the house and Pepito glances up curiously before shrugging apathetically.

           Back on the roof, Serena quickly wipes the pink Irken blood off Kay and Emily’s faces, who are both stunned.  

           “I told you to not do that in front of them,” she hisses at the Doughboys.

           “Sorry,” D-boy shrugs, “got excited.”            “Ah, they’re fine,” Eff scoffs, “right, girls?”

           “Yeah!” Emily exclaims.

           “That was awesome!” Kay cheers.

           “See?” Eff says to Serena. “It’ll just come up in therapy later in life.”            “That was everyone, right?” Sickness asks.

           “Let’s see: Zim, Dib, Gaz, Pepito.” Reverend Meat lists them off on his fingers. “Yup. All that’s left is the Little Boss.”            “Good. We can drop these two off at the same time,” Serena declares and looks at the girls. “You ready to go home?”

           “Okay,” they chime.

           “Good,” she nods, “let’s go.”            The hot summer sun has passed over the sky and just begins to set for the day, and Squee and Colton haven’t moved an inch. They’re still lying on the sidewalk, legs stretched out onto the road. Their glazed over eyes blink heavily as they both smack their dry mouths.

           “Hey, Colton,” Squee says.

           “Yeah?” he questions.

           “I’m starting to think that spending all day lying on cement wasn’t a good idea.”

           “I was just thinking the same thing.”

           Squee squirms painfully, his back aching. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again.”

           “Squee! Colton!” Kay and Emily exclaim as they race down the road.

           “Oh, look who it is,” Colton groans wearily.

           “Wonder where they’ve been all day,” Squee muses.

           “Probably just playing in the backyard,” he replies as the girls approach.

           “You’ll never guess the adventure we just went on!” Kay yells excitedly.

           “First we took the bus, and then we met this really cool girl Serena who took us to the bus she lives in with clowns!” Emily explains enthusiastically, “and they took us through the city while beating alien assassins that are trying to kill your friends!”            “That’s nice,” Squee mutters, barely registering what she just said. Then it hits him like a brick and his eyes fly open. “Wait, what!”

           An Irken’s mangled, lifeless body hits the sidewalk right by Squee’s and Colton’s head, startling them to jump to their feet, squealing. They hold onto each other, panting as they stare with bewilderment at the body and at the Night Terrors as they land before them.

           Serena grins and leans forward, flicking Squee’s nose. “You’re welcome.”

           “Duh-um-uh-g-good work, guys,” Squee stammers, pointing at the Night Terrors before slipping past them and heading to his house. “I gotta call Zim.”            Everyone watches him leave before the Night Terrors look at Colton.  

           “So apparently you don’t like telling your sister about our adventures?” Reverend Meat questions accusingly.

           Colton flinches beneath their glares while Kay and Emily dance around, giggling and cheering about the day they just had.

[justkpopjokes]

Side Effects Analysis/Theories

Miroh/Yellow Wood || Side Effects [Teaser] [MV] || Double Knot

I’m back with tiny details to help all your theories uwu, more of notes than theories

NOTE: anything with asterisks* means it is mentioned again later in the post (it’s a long post ok)

YELLOW GUI

(basically the overlays/coding)

someone is logging in*, shown with PASS_LOGIN (followed by a long list of letters I’m too lazy to list) on the right side, along with

#00001 (yes, there’s a space)

#00002

#0003

most of the code on the left is refers to these codes+lost of letters, just a program being executed

the left side also has a “TOTAL” that starts at 297 and decreases to 149

the right side has 3 percentages listed that start at 0% and go up to 99% until the first drops back down to 98%

(the first percentage is the first to appear/increase btw)

the screen clears once the 3 listed ones hit 99%*

there’s also a 4th one that goes from 0% to 40% at the bottom right

also this is probably obvious, but the screen flashes yellow whenever smth bad is about to happen**

IT IS REFLECTION. Finally I can stop being so ominous, but the left side gui says “*it is reflection*”!! Right here!! Wth?!?!**

Idk if this is smth significant but I’ve never seen it before in code so

THE BUS STOP (take 2)

the bus station route has 5 stops, ending at the NEW WORLD (03)

the 5 stops seem to be the first 5 letters of the Greek alphabet in lowercase: α β γ δ ε****

y’all can see clearly the signs next to the elevator saying BE PREPARED TO STOP and DETOUR

there’s are two moons: the one on the left is the colour of the sky and is fading, whereas the one on the right is tinted pink/red/purple and has a clear silhouette***

LICENCE PLATES

the plate of the City Jungle bus (w/their signature lion logo) has AD2540*** skip to the end to see my revelation :)

skz’s truck thing has B2Y1017 and a tiger symbol on the driver’s side door

I didn’t come up w/this but 1017 is probably a reference to October 2017, when Hellevator was posted

****if so, then the B2Y could be referencing the Greek letters here, or maybe “Back to You”? maybe that’s how they’re confirming that they’ll go back to the hell elevator or bujakyong i guess lol

connecting to smth I mentioned in my first analysis: the tiger in a Korean legend wasn’t able to persevere and become human, whereas the bear was. Maybe it’s symbolism they couldn’t go on w/o ditching the truck at the end?

RANDOM ROAD TRIP STUFF

(anything that happens while they’re on the truck)

Chan spots smth red in the ground?? (flowers?) but thas real sketchy bc the slowly emptying gas tank is shown right after the screen turns red

this is the only instance of the screen going just red during this mv

Hyunjin gets a solo shot after

Hyunjin’s vs Felix

Felix stands up on the truck and Hyunjin tries to get him to sit down, only to be brushed off by Felix

when Chan did this, Hyunjin didn’t do anything, only get that solo shot

Hyunjin vs Seungmin

I won’t go deep into this bc other people have better theories, but if Hyunjin was worried abt them being watched, then it makes sense that he’d try to stop Felix from making them obvious or getting hurt (which then they’d need to find someone to help him)

the papers on the ground they step on say: new road/elevator, road closed/_min_ _ation_

also Peach pointed out that the older members go to Hyunjin, and the younger ones go to Seungmin owo

when the gui percents reach 99%, they break the gate blocking their way

***as I said before, the screen turns yellow before smth (really) bad happens, but not before the truck tire gets pierced?? (again, maybe they were supposed to ditch the truck???)

the city in the sky

obviously, the city in the sky is the City Jungle, and being in the sky (cloud 9-esque maybe??) keeps them away from the mostly-abandoned Yellow Wood floor

the lightning probably shows the true face of the City Jungle (go figure)

they all run away from search lights? So they were found again, but also how did they end up back here????

THEORIES: the bible, the login, and Reflection

NOTE: the only theory that’s possibly accurate is reflection lol so you can skip down

If you read my previous 2 analyses/note posts, you know I’ve been curious about reflections and Bible references. Admittedly, I don’t think the bible stuff will be as prominent (bc it’s religious), but the reflection stuff will probably be focused on.

THE BIBLE

As I said, this stuff likely isn’t accurate, but it would fit really well if they decide to go this route!! It started with the cross earrings/necklaces in previous comebacks (mainly worn by Hyunjin), the fact Hellevator  is HELLevator, and when skz runs together at 3:18 (in Side Effects), they form a cross, with Hyunjin up front.

I’ve also mentioned some bible verses that I found using numbers in the mvs (note that I use the New International Version to quote anything). Most of the ones were mostly irrelevant though. Other people have brought up in another theory that “AD” on the licence plate AD2540 could reference Anno Domini which could mean this was happening in the future, but I double-checked bible verses again.

Book of Matthew, 25:40 = “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’”

This section is about the King who has separated his “sheep” (those who have done good) to the right and “goats” (those who haven’t done good) to the left. The king says the sheep have done good things for him, but the sheep say they didn’t do those things to him specifically. This verse is referencing that the king knows they have done good to another person, and therefore him.

Obviously, if this were actually what skz were going for, they probably would’ve referenced the actual verse where the king separates his sheep and goats, but regardless, it does bring up the question: where else have we seen left and right, where one is bad?

We’ve seen it a few times: the two roads taken shown side by side when they take the bus or don’t, the two moons, and possibly skz vs the City Jungle.

THE LOGIN

Hyunjin, the “error” (other people’s posts go more in depth), is a focal point in this mv. We’ve also heard about “glitches” Jisung and Felix. So who can disprove that they’re just in a computer? (Jk but listen)

The yellow gui (and other code screens in Miroh) suggest we’re monitoring them. Or maybe the gui is in Hyunjin’s brain?? But I do know the percentages mirror what skz are doing (when they break the gate at 99%) and the screen goes yellow before smth bad happens (which is usually stuff Hyunjin notices).

There also seems to be an error in the code… idk how to explain this well, but the “error” might actually be planned. (I’ll make another post to clarify.)

REFLECTION

I mentioned in my 1st post that the lineup of skz on the rooftops in Miroh and the Yellow Wood teaser were mirrored, except 2 members switched with the 2 right next to them (Jeongin/Minho switched and Jisung/Hyunjin switched—did Hyunjin become the glitch at that point?). This might be a coincidence since it isn’t exact mirroring.

Anyway, there’s definitely some reference to reflection, because of the yellow gui! It might just be a nod to smth but hm. This is where I just dump some ideas

As I said in the Bible paragraphs, there’s references to left/good and right/bad. So reflection could reference:

people you thought were good are actually bad and vice versa (reference to Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix maybe?)

the choice that’s on the left is good and the right is bad (getting on the bus was a good choice, which technically it was bc they’re sleeping peacefully) or the other way around

The moon on the right is “bad” (discoloured), but maybe actually the better one once reflected

You can also consider our left is their right, but that’s just confusing lol

Honestly, none of these seem right, but the gui is telling someone (likely just us tho) that smth is being reflected, and maybe not in a good way, since we aren’t seeing things the right way, or we’re seeing the bad parallel.

[the-fiction-witch]

You Perv! P1

REAL LIFE:  COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: 100000000% SMUT!

(tiny warning! This is based loosely or well was inspired by this anime called heavens lost property...now this anime is kinda know for being a pile of perverted smut so... If that's not your thing I suggest moving on, but you have been warned)

I sighed as I stretched with a little yawn the sun coming in around my curtains, my covers warm and snugly, I went to move feeling my pj pants and boxers around my ankles restricting my movement they made me remember about last night... Ummmm last night. I smirked a little in my still hazy morning state resting my arm behind my head thinking about last night I moved my other hand around under my covers but, I couldn't find them I looked down to the floor and spotted the purple and blue spotted panties on my floor so I quickly grabbed them bundling them in my hand ummm so soft, so silky I laid back relaxing in the sweet morning light I brought my hand to my mouth lightly giving the panties a little kiss humm they still taste like her I sighed feeling my now rock hard morning wood pressing against my covers it throbbed begging to be touched well? I'm sure I have enough time to...give him what he needs for now so I slipped my hand down grabbing the base lightly stroking my cock "uhhh... Ummmm ohh y/n" I groan still to sleepy to really focus on anything but the pleasure rubbing my thumb around the soft panties I know I'm close already-

"THOMAS! GET UP WE'LL BE LATE!" I heard a familiar voice yell as well as fast steps running up my stairs so I grabbed my boxers and pj pants quickly pulling them up and hiding the panties in my bedside draw turn pretending to be asleep as I heard my door open. I heard her soft steps across my bedroom floor "Thomas... Time to get up?" I heard her smile so I turned and opened my eyes little y/n my next door neighbor she has a key for emergency which she does use pretty much every day and we have class together so she always comes over to get me up her cute hair done up in a little bun and I smile at her

"Good morning" I yawn

"Get up else we'll miss the bus" she says going to leave the room I sat up watching her every step away in that little skirt and the gap between where her thigh high socks stopped and the skirt began... Ohh that little but of skin drives me crazy I smirked trying to peak up her skirt and she turned so I sat up again "ohh and Thomas before I forget, have you done the homework for miss Lynne's class?" She asks leaning on my door, ohh god her boobs almost falling out if that low cut band tee lightly squished against the door frame ohh I just wanna rub my face in them "Thomas?" She asks interrupting me from my naughty thoughts

"Miss Lynne's class? Homework?" She asks

"Uhh no, I'll do it when we get in" I tell her I felt my hand uncontrollably rubbing my cocks  shaft thought my pants looking at her

"Alright but I don't think you'll have time" she laughs walking out my room leaving the door open ummm I love watching her walk away watching her thighs rub together where she always keeps her legs shut tight ummm it was so hot like I wanted to force those leg open and see what she's hiding as soon as she was out of my view I sped my hand up hoping for an orgasm before class I know I'm so close already so desperate even after last night "Thomas! I am serious get out of bed and put pants on!" Y/n yells as she came back I quickly moved my had away sitting up

"I'm up I'm up" I tell her

"Do I have to drag you out?" She asks sarcastically no but I wanna drag you in y/n

"No, I'm getting there" I sigh

"Out now! Else we will be late!" She yells pulling my covers away her eyes instantly met my rock hard bulge in my pants and she knew "YOU DIRTY PERV!" she yells hitting my head

"Owww! It's just morning wood y/n I didn't do it in purpose" I complain getting up starting to gather my clothes for today

"It's always in purpose with you, I swear your so lazy all the time your dick must be where all your energy goes" she says as she checked her make up in my mirror bent over just a little checking her face close to the reflection...

"Ummm maybe, it's saving all its energy for the dirty little whore next door" I smirk grabbing her tightly from behind rubbing my cock in her arse my hand instantly taking a grip on her left breast the slightly bigger of the two my other hand running down the front of her thigh and grabbing her pussy rubbing the soft cotton above her clit as I kissed down her neck

"Ohh Thomas!" She muttered her breath fast and jagged making her breasts bounce perfectly

"Humm takes those clothes off" I tell her rubbing on her clit much harder

"Uhh yes my master" she moans starting to undo her skirt buttons and zip letting it drop to my floor revealing her white cotton panties

"White? Humm what a slut, you know you can't wear white darling" I smirk and she giggled undoing her shirt "not fast enough" I moan ripping her shirt to Shreds grabbing her breasts groping them they felt like heaven I grabbed each cup of her bra and snapped it in the middle letting it drop of her body revealing those pale huge breasts To my eyes her nipples hard to the cold air I grabbed them both giving them a soft twist making her melt into my arms "that's my girl" I smirk

"Do you want me on your bed master?" She asks

"Humm you always know what I want y/n" I smirk pushing her over so she laid bent over my bed her face on my covers, her breasts hanging down, her nipples rubbing on my duvet, her legs wide, those lines white panties saturated so I ripped them clean off her body leaving her in nothing but those shoes and her thigh high socks my eyes trailed up towards her-

"THOMAS!"y/n yelled snapping me into reality she still stood checking herself in my mirror as I sorted my clothes "what is up with you today?" She asks

"Nothing" I answer "go on bugger off so I can put pants on" I tell her and she giggled going downstairs so I shut my door and quickly got changed having to stand re arranging my cock a few times to try and make it not be obvious in my jeans today grabbing my stuff and heading down where y/n stood waiting for me

"At last wondered if you got lost" she laughed as we left and I locked up my little house, I do technically share with my friend jack but he has pretty much moved in with his girlfriend now, y/n had a housemate too lilly? But... I think she moved out I don't know I just haven't seen her in ages we all moved out here because it was super cheap and a house between two was a great idea even if it is a long commute for class we waited outside for the bus hopping in being the first on and sitting at the top I dumped my bag next to me on the seat and y/n out hers behind her putting her legs up in the seat I tried to keep my eyes on the window but...

Found it impossible. Looking at those bulky black combat boots following her crossed legs up those light blue socks all the way up to mid thigh then her exposed skin ummm it made my cock throb just looking up and up to the edge of her skirt I could see up it just a little not enough to see the colour or style of her panties but enough I could see leg, leg and uhh the other bit I caught a glimpse of the side where she had sat and obviously tugged he skirt forward to cover herself it left the back a little more exposed so much I followed her skin from the top of the socks up and up and up till I could see the curve of her arse I almost made me groan ...

I checked the bus we where alone so I moved my bag and sat looking at her "What?" She asks

"You are such little slut" I smirk

"Excuse me?" She asks

"You are... Dressing like this? How am I meant to control him?" I ask her grabbing her ankle and making her un cross her legs I licked my lips looking up her little purple skirt a little before grabbing her other ankle and standing up taking her ankles with me pulling her forward on the seat and tipping her legs up so her ankles sat on my shoulders as I stood I smirked looking down at her she was blushing hard holding down her skirt for dear life with both her hands doing her best to keep her thighs clamped shut her eyes shut trying not to look at me I loved it seeing her like this just like when you push up the legs of a Barbie doll but trying to cover herself I laughed at her making her wrap her legs around my waist leaning down on her a little to kiss down her perfect breasts

"Why so shy sugar?" I ask "come on let me see what pretty panties you have in today for me?" I ask between kisses tugging up her skirt  but she held it tight rubbing her thighs together

"I didn't wear any today" she blushes her face going all red aww how adorable

"Awww, hummm perfect. My favourite panties of yours... No panties" I smirk forcing her skirt up "Tommy no, were on the bus" she complains trying to keep her thighs together so I wouldn't see much

"Ummm like I care where we are, I want my baby girl and I'm going to have her" I smirk grabbing her thighs and forcing them-

"Over active labdio?" I heard y/n ask from her seat reading her little book

"Hum?" I ask having not been paying attention

"I think that's your problem" she says

"I think I'm just horny, frustrated and desperately need a girlfriend" I tell her the bus now almost full as we where getting close to town

"No, I think there is something seriously wrong with you, I get male horniness but seriously, you are something else Thomas" she says

"Ohh am I?" I smirk

"You know what I mean" she says "your like a pervert in an anime" she says as she reads

"Y/n? Can we not talk about this...now?" I ask

"Excuse me miss this seat taken?" A man asks as he came close to her

"No it's alright, I'm getting off next stop" she smiles taking her bag and sitting beside me "what? Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks

"Like what?" I ask

"Never mind" she shrug as we got to out stop so we went down into the bus station and went down to the trains it is a pain uni is a bus and a train ride away every day but... It's not to bad I guess  It does mean I gets a daily dose of my favorite game I called it

'the catch and cuddle'

As soon as we boarded the train there of course being no seats available for us so we stood y/n holding onto the pole and I held the little hang from the ceiling I stood around a little board till at last an opportunity to play the train came to a shuddered stop in a station and of course y/n lost her balance so I grabbed her with my other hand to you know make sure she wouldn't fall over and hurt herself no just because as she fell I could grab onto her arse to save her and even pull her tight against my body...

"Ohh Thomas your so strong, your my hero" she smiled

"Ohh no, no trouble couldn't let a pretty lady fall" I smirk

"Awww how can I repay you?" She asks

"Well I'm sure we could work something out hot stuff" I smirk grabbing her arse hard and slapping her arse making her giggle

"Ooohh what big boy you are Thomas" she smirked running her hands down my jeans "you want to know a secret?" She asks

"Of course" I smirk

"I want him inside me" she begs holding the pole turning away from me lightly bending over

"Right now?" I ask and she nods "well, how could I deny such a beautiful lady this smutty request" I smirk rubbing myself against her grabbing her panties from under her skirt and dropping them to the floor she went to pick them up I assume to put them back in after "no, leave them there, so some other man will know there was a pretty lady here who got what she wanted" I smirk

"But what about class today?" She asks

"Go pantie less, umm I will be sexy" I tell her lightly humping her arse

"Okay" she giggled

"Good, and I want you to bend over all day, just every so bend over and let them all see your pussy" I smirk "and if you go pantie less the though day and do as I ask I'll give you a reward when we get home" I smirk ...

"Thanks Thomas" she nods standing up normally again till we got to our stop and went to our campus, y/n had a class first thing so she went off I had a free period first so I went into the campus gardens they use for the agricultural kids but they where on a trip still so I snuck in and sat on one of the little benches sounded by bushes and trees so know one could see me,I know this is a popular spot as the gravel was scattered with condom wrappers, cigarette papers and other such things I unzipped my bag getting out the little magazine, nothing too serious I keep that at home but I like keeping this in my bag, imagining every girl as y/n, I know I'm in love with her or at least really really wanna fuck her I just can't tell her she'll get mad at me I read for what felt like forever

"Hey" y/n smiled making me jump putting the magazine away

"I thought you had class?" I ask

"Canceled miss Jan has the flu" she says sitting beside me "what are you reading?" She asks

"Nothing" I tell her

"Let me see!" She giggled grabbing the magazine...

"Ummm? Thomas? Are you really so horny you have to carry around this stuff?" She asks and I nod "you really must be desperate" she smiled running her hand down my leg and grabbed my cock thought my pants "what would you rather your sexy pictures... Or me?" She asks

"Ohhh you, always you" I smirk grabbing her waist to tug her closer "I only look at the sexy pictures when there is no you to look at" I tell her

"Really you like looking at me that much?" She asks as she stood in front of me her chest at my eye level that shirt close to ripping trying to contain her and I nod looking at those perfect breasts she smirked slipping off that shirt showing me her bra I was black and huge to make sure her breasts fit inside even I they looked like they would jump out the top the little lace in the middle connecting the cups looked uhhh so flimsy like I could just tug on it and the whole thing would come down her huge straps holding up her huge breasts again made of lace the only but that wasn't was the cup... Umm the bit I want to see, I could see her nipples hard in the cold morning air poking into her bra making them obvious "would you like to see them?" She asks

"God yes! Let me see your pretty tittes babygirl" I beg

"Then let me see how excited he is for me" she smirked getting on her knees and resting her head on her thigh nuzzling there often giving the seem of my jeans soft kisses I smirked licking my lips just looking at her down there I could see the gap between her breasts just big enough to drop a pen down I undid my jeans and pulled out my hard cock and she giggled innocently giving the shaft a few soft kisses making me grab her hair wanting her closer "ohh but Thomas, I think he's to big for me" she complains

"Oh? Well if he's too big for your mouth... Isn't there somewhere else he can go" I smirk looking at her little skirt

"Hehehe no Thomas, I'm still a virgin" she giggled playing with her little skirt

"You are? Ummm uh fuck that's hot, come on won't you let me fuck your innocence away?" I ask her

"Not here" she blushes

"Alright... How about somewhere big and sexy" I ask looking at her breasts she looked down confused and she smiles tugging her bra off her-

"YOU PERVERT!" Y/n yelled as she saw my magazine "why do you have this in your bag! That's gross!" She yells grabbing a lighter from the floor clicking it a couple times and lighting the corner on fire letting it burn on the gravel I didn't stop her I have more at home anyway she came back sitting on the bench but she missed a little and sat on me her thick arse on my crotch I know I only had a couple seconds before she would realize her mistake so I enjoyed it while I could the way her arse was so big it almost hurt to have her here her skirt had flipped up as she sat leaving her panties and my jeans between us I could feel almost everything and it almost made me cum feeling her on top of me I moved my hips a little to grind ohhh it felt so good she noticed she was sat on me and quickly got up sitting where she had been before

"come on we have class" she says getting up and sorting her stuff so I fixed myself up a little as we began to walk out towards the buildings y/n in front of me I tried my best to keep my eyes away but I can't help it I love watching her walk away from me ummmmm I just want to bend her over not even to fuck her just to get a glimpse of her and as if the universe heard my request she tripped in a rock I went to help but I was to late she had fallen onto the gravel on her hands and her knees her skirt had flown up as she fell exposing those little panties they had black elastic around each section making it Cling to her so perfectly they where cotton blue with purple poka dots the opposite of the ones I have at home they must have came from the same pack or something? I could see where the panties hugged her arse making it clear where the valley was, as well as them being tight around her pussy the tightness revealing so much of the structure to me she even had s little wet patch in them close to her clit.

My cock throbbed with need seeing her this way bent over on her knees with her panties showing and I'm the only one to see it I burred my thoughts and helped her up she brushed herself off and smiled "thanks Thomas" she smiles

We headed inside and went to class pretty boring y/n sits either behind me or at the same desk as me so it's not easy to sneak peaks without her or someone else noticing even if when we share a desk I do tend to knock her knee with mine a little I just like feeling her against me even just our knees till I had a class without y/n so I sighed sitting up the back away from everyone I couldn't help but think about what I saw when she tripped If I had the guts I would have pulled those panties down and fucked her right there but I know she would get angry at me in my border I thought back to last night...

[kezibun]

Hiiiiii :} I don’t know if your still doing the skelly boi seasonal asks, but if you are, could you do one with Papyrus, during autumn while it’s hailing at noon during a romantic walk in the park?

I'm so sorry this took so long, I really hope you enjoy it.

“AAAAAAAAAH!!!!!”

You and your date mate scream, sprinting across the park! Running as fast as you can holding a jacket over your head for protection.

You had no idea your date would turnout like this…

It was such a beautiful day when you planned to go out on a nice romantic walk, the sun was out and the sky was blue. You gave your boyfriend a call after lunch and he turned up at your door a few minutes after. He was a little too excited for such a simple date, even for Papyrus.

It was such a nice date, you were walking hand in hand admiring the beautiful colours in the trees, amber leaves gently falling to the floor where they crunched under foot, chatting about anything and everything. Papyrus told you about his latest culinary findings and puzzle ideas. You in turn told him about the funny story you heard the other day and your recent progress in your latest hobby.

That's when the temperature suddenly dropped which was so unexpected, the weather reports said it was going to be a sunny and warm autumn day, and that was the kind of day you had dressed for.

“(Y/N) ARE YOU COLD?” Papyrus queried, noticing how you were rubbing your arms to warm them up.

“Well a little I guess, I wasn't expecting it to get cold today.” You admitted. Your surroundings became darker as clouds covered over the blue sky.

“WORRY NOT HUMAN DATE MATE! FOR I THE GREAT PAPYRUS AM ALWAYS PREPARED!” He exclaimed whipping out his phone.

You tilted your head watching him curiously, he pressed a few buttons and a jacket magically appeared in his arms.

“HERE TAKE MY COOL JACKET!” He draped it over your shoulders. “I MADE SURE TO PACKED IT IN MY CELL’S DIMENSIONAL BOX JUST IN CASE YOU GOT COLD.”

“Thank you Papyrus.” You smiled. “Your such a gentleman.”

“WHY OF COURSE! I WOULDN'T BE THE GREAT PAPYRUS IF I WASN'T A GENTLEMAN!”

It wasn't long before the heavens opened unleashing its wrath in the form of Heavy hail. And that brings us to where you were now.

You sprint to a nearby bus shelter. Finally out of the hailstorm, You both burst into a fit of giggles. Your laughter filling the small shelter, was it the sudden boost of adrenaline or just how ridiculous this whole situation was? You both didn't really care.

“W-what … do we do now?” You wheeze through giggles.

Papyrus catches his breath before answering. “I'M NOT ENTIRELY SURE?”

“Well what are our options here?”

“WELL WE COULD WAIT HERE UNTIL IT PASSES!” He suggests, the hail hammering down on the little shelters roof. “BUT THAT MAY TAKE A WHILE.”

“I guess we could try and run through it?”

“THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE A PLEASANT EXPERIENCE!”

You both take a seat on the little bench, you ponder and weigh up your options. Bouncing bad ideas of each other.

“We could call Sans?”

“BUT THAT WOULD MEAN TAKING ONE OF HIS TERRIBLE SHORT CUTS.” He frowned.

“Not if we ask him to drive!”

Papyrus shakes his head. “THERE IS NO WAY I WILL LET MY CARELESS, LAZY BONES BROTHER DRIVE MY BABY!”

“Well I'm out of ideas then,” You admit with a sigh.

“ME TWO.”

“I guess we wait then.”

“I SUPPOSE WE DO.”  

You lean on Papyrus wrapping your arms around him and let out a little sigh. You look up at him gazing into his eyelights and he looks down at you gazing into your eyes...

A cough breaks you both from your trance.

“Hey bro, and (Y/N).” Sans hums. “You guys just chillin’ here?”

“SANS, PLEASE DON'T.”

“come on Papyrus, don't hail on my parade!”

“SANS!”

“ok, ok bro just chill. I thought you guys might need some help getting out of this predicament, looks like there's snow way your getting out of this on your own.”

~~~~~

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sixteen candles // seo changbin // au

anon requested:

hey lovely! sixteen candles is actually one of my favourite movies as well, it’s like my go to movie if i need a good laugh. so i thought this was absolutely wonderful and really loved writing this! tank you for such a wonderful, creative idea. it will be a four part mini-series hopefully so there should be lots more to come!

seo changbin x reader.

words: 2.3k.

genre: ???? nothing inappropriate.

summary: see anon post.

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“I seriously can’t believe it, Seungmin,” you sigh, leaning against your locker whilst your best friend busies himself with the mess he calls his locker. Seungmin pokes his head around the locker and raises an eyebrow. “They forgot it.”

“What, your birthday?” Seungmin asks, a frown crossing his face as he glances at you. You nod slowly, explaining what had happened in your somewhat chaotic morning.

Somehow, in the midst of your sister’s crazy wedding that is tomorrow, your whole family had forgotten your sixteenth birthday. No balloons, no candles, not even a happy birthday from your dad as he had walked out of the door. Even when you had blatantly asked your mother whether there was anything special about the day, she had just shrugged, kissed your forehead and sent you on your way to school.

All your life you dreamed you’d wake up on your sixteenth birthday with a nice car on the driveway with your name on it, a lavish birthday cake on the table and your stupid high school crush waiting for you at school with open arms and a will to fulfil your dreams. Yet so far, your parents had forgotten, the driveway was as sad and empty as ever and Changbin had been spotted still very much in love with his year long girlfriend. You couldn’t be angrier.

“At least I remembered,” Seungmin says with an attempt to cheer you up, but it just made you feel deflated. Seungmin had in fact screamed at you as you had walked across the car-park, ran to meet you from the bus stop then kissed both of your cheeks in the elaborate way he always does, before handing you your present. It had been a beautiful bracelet that you had wanted for ever, and you hugged Seungmin so hard that he confessed to nearly bursting.

“You are the only person that did,” you sulk, holding your wrist up to look at the bracelet. As Seungmin slammed his locker shut, the devil himself walked past in black trousers, a red checkered shirt and a smug grin on his face. Changbin had his hands in his pockets as he strolled past, the entire corridor parting for him like a wave. He was a whole year older than you, and paid no attention to anyone younger than him; least of all you, the quiet girl who just showed up to class, blended into the shadows and had her sixteenth birthday forgotten about by her parents.

“He gets prettier everytime I see him,” Seungmin whispers, probably loud enough for the silent corridor to hear him, however. “Like, wow.”

“This is so stupid,” you continue to grumble, feeling like a big heavy cloud filled with rain was following you around. “Why won’t it go away, Seungmin; why won’t he go away?” Seungmin just laughs as he loops arms with you, carrying you away down the corridor to your first class of being sixteen; Science, with Dr Kwon, meaning your day could not get any worse.

---

“Say, Chan, have you heard of Y/F/N?” Changbin asks as he kicks the football high into the sky, passing it to his friend and team captain, Chan. Football practise has taken up the whole of their lunch period to Changbin’s joy, meaning that he didn’t have to sit through another lunchtime with Jisoo and her fake friends, pretending to be happy in a relationship he didn’t feel the love in anymore.

“She’s the year below us, right? I think she’s really close with that Seungmin kid that is in our music class; you know, the really intelligent one that already skipped a year and now sits in our classes for music as well. Why’d you ask?” Chan replies, kicking the ball back harder than Changbin was anticipating and making the younger boy turn quickly to save the ball from hitting the ground.

“Yeah, I think so. Just wondering, I have seen her around school a few times and I don’t know, I was curious.”

“Don’t tell Jisoo that, she is already convinced you are seeing someone behind her back,” Chan jokes at the slightly obsessive nature of Changbin’s girlfriend. “I’m kidding man. But you see loads of people around school, why her?”

Changbin didn’t want to tell Chan that he had somehow admired you from a distance. Despite being in different years at school, you sat in his literary and art classes in school, too intelligent for your own classes anyway. He couldn’t help but admire the passion you had when you were working, sat alone in a room of strange, older kids, happily doing what you loved. For a while now he had been curious, but anytime he looked at you to approach and spark a conversation, you’d turn in the other direction and leave.

“She sits in a few of my classes. It’s not everyday you meet someone that intelligent,” Changbin just muses instead, kicking the ball back. “As for Jisoo-”

“You really ought to sort her out, Changbin,” Woojin says, pulling off his sweater and rolling his arms. “They are all freaking out over you stood here in shorts and a vest. She’s acting like she’s about thirteen years old and your biggest fan, and you are the lead singer in a band.”

Changbin looks at Chan, who nods slowly before saying that it was Woojin said it first when he spots how annoyed Changbin appears. Despite his annoyance at his two friends, Changbin can’t help but agree; Jisoo does seem to act far too young for her age, very immature and silly. It was fun at first, but he is slowly beginning to hate it now.

Football practice continues and sure enough, Changbin spots his obsessive fan of a girlfriend, grinning at him like mad from the stands. Sat in the back corner, soaking up the sun are two unfamiliar faces to the football fields; it’s Seungmin and Y/N. They are laughing together and sharing food, and there are birthday balloons bouncing around the two of them. Changbin feels a pang of jealousy, but at what he doesn’t know.

---

Sitting in the stands, you and Seungmin share the final slice of the tiny cake he had bribed one of the kitchen staff to give him. Somehow Seungmin had managed to gather some balloons - probably having skipped history earlier to do so - and had blown them all up for you outside. As your best friend he hadn’t wanted to see you so sad, so insisted on spoiling you at lunch, even if it was with the dollar store balloons, a tiny cake and the bag of crisps he had for your lunch.

“Besides, Changbin has football practice today, so that’s my next present to you,” Seungmin sings in his stunning melodic voice, before kicking his feet up and eating the last piece of cake whole. You laugh as you rest your arms on your knees and pick at the chocolate cake between your fingers. Sure enough, Changbin is on the field, kicking around his football with his teammates and having his girlfriend watch and cheer him on from the side lines. It confuses you that she is cheering quite so madly when it’s just a football practice, but it must feel nice for someone to love you so much that they will cheer for you like she does him.

“Say, are you going to the dance later?” Seungmin asks, going on to explain how the girl he had wanted to take dropped him last minute and now he’s going solo. “Because if you aren’t, I’m definitely dragging you.”

“Seungmin, please I’d rather just go to bed and sleep until the weekend. Then I will miss this dance and the stupid wedding-”

“First of all, you aren’t missing the dance, secondly the wedding isn’t that stupid-”

“I have to wear purple. I hate the colour purple!” You exclaim, handing the red haired boy the rest of your cake before sighing. “Besides, I have nothing to wear to the dance. Everyone has all these pretty dresses and I have jeans.”

“We’ll go shopping after school?” Seungmin asks, “Or you can borrow one of mine.”

“Why on earth do you own dresses?” You ask, laughing at the thought of Seungmin in a dress. When you finally catch your breath, you see Seungmin staring at you on the field. At first you feel a fluttering in your chest, but that passes when you realise he is probably watching Jisoo, and was just distracted by your overly loud laugh.

“I meant you can borrow one of my suits, if you wanted. But we could both just go in jeans and a nice shirt if that makes you feel more comfortable,” Seungmin rattles on, and you just nod, not entirely sure what you are agreeing to. But most of your thoughts are preoccupied with Changbin to your disappointment, and all you know is that you are grateful Seungmin chose this spot for lunch.

---

“I will be outside your house at six thirty for the dance!” Seungmin says as he runs off in the direction of his bus, blowing you a kiss before hopping on the wagon straight from hell. As you climb on to your bus and sigh deeply, struggling to find a free seat with all the screaming kids throwing themselves around, you spot Changbin getting into his expensive looking red car, Jisoo and her friends parting with a kisses just like Seungmin blew to you ironically. You aren’t sure whether it is the light of the lazy afternoon sun or you being delusional, but you could swear he was watching you from the seat of his car, his muscular arm lazily hung out the window and head tilted forward, hair falling in his face.

You hated the effect he had on your stomach and your feelings.

One of the kids near the front of the bus jump out of their seat and you dash forward to steal the seat, putting your bag on the seat beside you and watching Changbin from the window again. Now he’s smiling at Jisoo again, probably spilling his love for her into the space between them. She leans forward to kiss him before kicking her feet up and letting him drive away.

As he passes the bus he glances up at you again, but it is the briefest of looks that you wonder if it was ever there.

The bus ride home is a torturous as it always is, and considering you are one of the last stops, you have to wait the longest. Eventually it is just you, another girl in your classes that you’ve spoken to like twice, and a boy who you recognise from your geography class. And he is walking straight towards you.

“Afternoon, beautiful,” he says, looking you up and down before helping himself to the seat beside you.

“Sorry, this seat is taken,” you say, turning away from him and staring out of the window. Your stop is still about three stops away and the bus driver today is taking his sweet time to get you home. “The bus is empty enough. I’m sure you won’t struggle to find a seat.”

“But I want to sit beside you,” he sighs, grinning at you with a toothy smile. “I’m Minho, also your date for the dance tonight?”

“I’m not going,” you say, contemplating getting off of the bus now and walking the thirty extra minutes home. Knowing Minho, he’d probably follow you home.

“Why not? You’d be the star of the show; the queen of the night; the one-”

“Minho, I appreciate the flattery but I’ve had a really bad day and would much rather be left alone. I’m sure there will be plenty of the girls there tonight for you to dance with,” you interrupt with gritted teeth, pushing yourself as close to the window as possible. Minho pulls a sad face, running a hand through his hair and making you roll your eyes.

He stays sat next to you in silence for the remainder of the bus journey, when he tries to ask you why your day was bad you just grunt at him and hope that that says enough.

Finally your bus stop arrives, and you disappear off of the bus without another word. Minho watches you from the window, but you wait for the bus to disappear out of site before you turn to walk to you house. There is no way you are having him stalk you home.

When you arrive back home, your house is as chaotic this afternoon as it was this morning. Both sets of your grandparents have arrived for your sister’s wedding tomorrow, and as a result you had been demoted to your brother’s bedroom. However, upon entry into your brothers bombsite of a bedroom, there had been a very unfamiliar face, and the cute Australian stranger sat in what should be your bed for the next three days had given you the fright of your life.

When you had questioned your mother about it, she had just laughed gently, explained that he was Felix and would be spending a few days with us as he was an exchange student that one of your grandparents had offered to host for a few weeks. You’d attempted once more at whether she had remembered your birthday and that you’d actually have a sweet sixteen after all, but instead she dumped you with dinner and that was that.

A quick phone call to Seungmin had you certain that you’d be going to that dance, whether you wanted to or not. You would not be risking staying in this madhouse any longer than you had to; you hated it here. And you couldn’t wait to go to the school dance, and get crushed by all the cute couples around you, wishing that you had more with someone when that was clearly never going to happen. As you prepared for quite honestly, the worst evening of your life, you had a constant running commentary from your new friend Felix, who had somehow found a great deal of interest in the albums on your shelf.

If this didn’t honestly sum up how your sixteenth birthday had gone, you don’t know what will.

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Oh, Those Summer Nights. (Part 5) (Brendon Urie x Reader)

Note: I don’t think this even needs an intro. Hope you like it, though. x

Other than a few slack pecks here and there, nothing more happened after you and Josh shared that kiss in his bunk. With a contented sigh, you had snuggled into his sturdy chest as the caresses of his hand and his steady heartbeat gently lulled you to sleep.

He wasn’t there when you woke up the next morning – but it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Tyler and Josh were early risers, especially on tour, where they had loads of things to cram into one day. This morning, they were sitting in the lounge section of the bus, having a mini-jam session.

You could tell that they were trying to keep the music at a low volume so as not to wake you, and a small smile crept onto your face as Tyler hissed at Josh when he accidently drummed too loudly.

Stretching out your stiff body as best you could while cramped in the restrictive space of the bunk, you yawned silently. You pulled back the burgundy-coloured curtain and swung your legs over the edge of the bunk before hopping down. The dull thud of your feet hitting the floor caught the attention of both guys, who looked up from their instruments and gave you lazy grins.

“Sorry if we woke you,” Tyler apologised, cocking his head in the direction of a nearby pull-out table, where a Starbucks coffee cup was waiting for you. “I told Josh he was being too loud,” he cast an accusatory glance at his friend, who tossed you a remorseful look.

“It’s alright,” you chuckled lightly, moving to grab the coffee they had gotten for you and taking a slug from it. “You didn’t disturb me. I had a really good night’s rest,” you added, tucking your hair behind your ear and looking down at the cup in your hand. You raised your gaze slightly and looked at Josh through your eyelashes. The two of you shared a knowing smile.

Raising his eyebrows as he looked from you to Josh, Tyler shook his head in disapproval and heaved a heavy sigh before refocusing on his ukulele.

“By the way,” he said, fingers fiddling with the strings as he kept his gaze focused on his instrument, not bothering to look up at you. “Josh and I have a pretty hectic day today, so you’re probably not gonna see much of us. That okay?”

You took another sip of coffee and nodded your head. It wasn’t unusual for Tyler and Josh to be preoccupied with interviews and meetings and whatnot; it was the norm. You had become accustomed to it by now, and you weren’t too bothered about being left alone and having to find something to keep you busy.

“Yeah, that’s totally fine.”

“Cool. We’ll be on our way to the hotel soon, so you can chill there.”

“Ahh, yes,” you cheered, plonking down in the corner across from them, “Maybe I can go down to the restaurant later. I’ve been craving lasagne.”

~

“MOTHERFUCKER!”

Brendon harshly slammed his hand down on the table and tossed his pen clear across the room before yanking the paper full of scribbles off of the table and crumpling it up.

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands over his face, then running them through his hair as he groaned in frustration.

Dallon walked in – two beers in hand – and seated himself on the edge of the table, offering a drink and a sympathetic look to his visibly worn-out friend.

“Writer’s block’s gotcha pretty bad this time, huh?” the older guy cocked an eyebrow and took a swig from his beer bottle, referring to the heaps of crumpled up bits of paper littered all around the room.

Brendon swallowed a mouthful of beer and shook his head. “This isn’t just writer’s block. I have ideas. It’s just that my mind is too fucked up at present to even allow me to get some fucking work done!” he hissed, angrily swiping the yellow notepad he had been writing on off of the table and to the ground.

“Well, if you want my advice,” Dallon huffed, reaching down to pick up the notepad and tossing it in front of Brendon, “It would be to try and fix it at the source of the problem and stop taking it out on the poor stationery.”

“I never asked for your advice.”

“You can’t keep on like this, Brendon.”

“The hell am I supposed to do?” Brendon growled, aggressively taking a drink from the bottle. “She made it quite clear that she’s over me and that she never wants to see me again.”

“Firstly,” Dallon raised a finger and half-smirked, “she only said that she’s over you. She didn’t say that she never wants to see you again.”

Brendon scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Wow, thanks. I feel so much better.”

“Secondly,” Dallon continued, ignoring his friend’s previous comment, “there’s no way that she’s over you.”

“Tell that to her,” Brendon blustered, arching his brows and chuckling lightly, “When I tried, she almost clawed my eyes out.”

“You weren’t too tactful about it, in her defence.”

“Dude, whose side are you on here?” Brendon frowned, throwing both hands up. “’Cause I’m kinda getting mixed signals.”

“I’m on no one’s side,” Dallon stated simply with a vague shake of his head, “You’re both in the wrong, you’re both in denial, and you both need to sort your shit out so that we can all go back to living peacefully again.”

“It’s not that simple, Dall.”

“Of course it is. But the two of you – or should I say, the three of you – are all acting like major idiots, and you need to just… I don’t know… you just need to sort things out!” Dallon said frustratedly, brushing the loose strands of hair out of his face. “Because it’s making everyone miserable!”

Brendon opened his mouth to protest, but Dallon hushed him, standing up from his seat and backtracking out of the room.

“Don't even try and argue with me. Go and fix things. Just remember one thing – this is all about (Y/N). She’s gotten the worst out of all of this, and if we’re being honest, the most important thing here is her happiness. How you and Josh feel is irrelevant.”

Brendon shut his eyes tightly before he rubbing his fingers over them, an exhausted sigh leaving his lips.

He knew that Dallon was right; this was something that needed to be dealt with very soon. How exactly he would deal with it, he didn’t know. The last time you and him had seen each other, things did no go well at all.

Brendon was aware that him storming off of the bus wasn’t an ideal way to react but when Josh walked in, he knew that if he didn’t remove himself from the bus immediately, he would’ve done something rash. He wouldn’t have regretted it – Josh took you from him – but for your sake, he refrained from any violence.

For now.

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My synesthetic Korean friend tried the elevator game [PART 1] by igottagat

Hi all, I’m Angus, and it’s my first time posting on Reddit. Hope I'm doing it right. I have a crazy story to tell and I feel nosleep is the best place for it.

This isn't actually something that happened to me. I have this friend over in Korea who I met through- of all things- the comments on an article on lifehacking. He’s called Kim Sijin and he’s got a pretty voracious mind as well as incredible English, plus he’s synesthetic which makes him...fun...to talk to. Do you know synaesthesia? No worries if you don’t.

I live in Shanghai and Sijin is a bit of a low-key Sinophile, so generally the idea is I share bizarre China stories in exchange for updates on his exploits in Seoul.

We like to keep our messages long and infrequent, and a little stilted. Kind of in the Victorian tradition, you know.

What’s coming below is amalgamation of several very emotional messages Sijin sent me following the loss of his closest friend, Han-Jae. I merged some messages and fixed up his typos. As you’ll see while reading, I kind of just took a backseat as he broke open his proverbial dam and unloaded. A wise choice, I think.

Sijin gave me full permission to share this story. By the end you will see why.

It's not a short tale, so I will follow this first post up with a Part 2 and so on.

Make of it all what you will.

SIJIN

I like to spy on people.

ANGUS

That’s new to me.

SIJIN

Yeah, I didn’t tell you? I peer through their webcams. Actually it’s not even about the people. It’s about the places. So many of these windows into the world exist, and it’s very easy to open them.

Modern webcams have IP addresses. That’s why they are called webcams. They are connected to the internet, which is a public, open network before you strap logins and paywalls onto it. Most webcams, however, are intended for private use, usually as CCTV. They only use the internet as a convenient networking mechanism. So, as they ought to, webcam manufacturers fit their network cameras with username and password logins, to keep out strangers. All well and good. But many of those manufacturers fit their cameras with default logins, and default passwords. This brings out a human flaw in the system, because when it comes to certain parts of their lives, even the most hardworking people are very lazy.

The branch manager of a budget hotel franchise. The security officer of a countryside engineering college. The granny in charge of a noodle shop for grannies. An uptight father who wants household ‘security’. All of these will usually not think or bother to alter the default username and password of their cameras. And so, someone like me- or you, Angus- can get in. The ‘hack’ involves dropping keywords into Google that turn up the camera control panels. Click the link, enter a default factory login, and presto, you have opened a gateway to another place on earth.

What you can see through the gateways is mostly very dull, but the scope of it all is incredible. All these portals puncturing the mundane. And the mundane is, I think, quite otherworldly. You realise quickly that most of the human world is made of empty spaces. Restaurants. Swimming pools. Offices. Lobbies. Cupboards. Car parks. Long, well lit hallways. While you are huddled with your friends, family, or co-workers on the bus, at home, or at the computer, you forget that all the other places where you spend your life are queer abandoned zones which turn pitch black at night, unless someone is there to switch on the lights.

The videos can only really hold your interest if you are watching life in motion. Anglican Church services in England. Family barbeques in France. City centres in Africa rammed with cars. Silent pet shops in rural America. Up close you see a lot of conversations but you don’t hear the words. Even my synaesthesia isn’t much help here.

ANGUS

Don’t you feel very detached when you’re watching? And then eventually, just, bored?

SIJIN

Yes, but. Sometimes no.

There was one vision early on that stuck with me. I saw a granny in Hokkaido, not so far across the sea, staring into a mirror with a bitter red frame and a shelf that was decorated with pictures and jewels. She was dressed for the cold and her hair was short and boyish. I was looking straight down on her. There was no obvious emotion on her face, but she seemed at peace. I wanted to know what she was thinking about. I wanted to know who she was and if she would sit there all day, and why there was a CCTV camera in her living room.

ANGUS

Shouldn’t that have been the point where you stopped?

SIJIN

Han-Jae said the same. Maybe because that last description is so intimate. ‘Intimate’ turns into ‘wrong’ so quickly, don’t you think? I spoke about that granny with affection she never asked for, nor even knew about. There’s something intuitively wrong about imposing your feelings onto strangers in such a way. Han-Jae pointed this out, quite rightly. I said yes, I would stop, but only after I saw something awful. Eventually, of course, I did.

Other friends and even family have said I pay too much heed to Han-Jae. They say I should take care not to appear to be involved in some kind of boy love thing with him. Well to them I’d say they only cry ‘boy love’ because they do not understand our friendship, because our friendship is not normal, or traditional. I’ve never claimed to be a normal Korean boy, nor do I ever wish to be. Han-Jae feels the same, though he would never say as much.

That’s one reason I like sharing all this with you. You’re outside this society. You don’t judge.

Han-Jae and I are both synaesthesiacs. (That’s the wrong word in English but I happen to like it.) We don’t fit. Actually, no. He has always fit. I am the real freak.

Even my synaesthesia runs counter to Korean thinking. Everything ‘good’ is to my eyes, red. Red for we Koreans is not exactly a death colour, but it means nothing good. For me, death is signified by the smell of copper, and red is everything beautiful. Like chocolate bars: dark chocolate bars are a solid block of rich crimson. Milk chocolate is lovely traffic light red. White chocolate is pastel red, like you’d find in a kindergarten. When I talk about the red things I see Han-Jae talks back at me using the name ‘Jinshi’, which is what my given name ‘Sijin’ sounds like when you render it in Chinese. Did I mention that before?

ANGUS

No. But that’s fascinating. Is that Jin like ‘gold’? 金?

SIJIN

Yeah, I think so. But I’m not a Chinese master. Most Koreans these days don’t know much about it.

Han-Jae went to the effort of converting the name because the Chinese have the same ideas about red, of course. They think red is good. I think red is good. So I must be Chinese. So I must be Chinese Jinshi, not Korean Sijin. Han-Jae’s sense of humour. Don’t let the formidable grades and the sharp mind fool you– deep down, he’s a pretty simple-minded guy.

ANGUS

Oh no, haha. I’d noticed that. 厉害.

SIJIN

What?

ANGUS

‘Awesome’. Just testing.

SIJIN

Oh. Anyway, I’m not done talking about myself.

Computer code doesn’t have a colour. But, most coding interfaces colour different tags, commands and formats in specific colours in order to help we programmers interpret the huge walls of text that code presents to us. This is kind of an artificial synaesthesia. As you can probably guess, I need no such aid. Every block of code I see is a separation of the spectrum. Dozens of shades burst out at me, and for each one there is a specific meaning that comes to me immediately. I never had to deliberately create this system or memorise how it works. The connection between each colour and each command is just as obvious to me as the fact that water is wet to you.

Now on to Han-Jae. You may find his ‘power’ a little less boring than mine.

Really, he is an asshole. His synaesthesia reflects the problems in his personality. If something is boring to him, or too easy, or just difficult in the sense of being beyond his skillset, then it will seem further away. To understand how his vision is organised, you really have to understand his own internal logic. I do. I am one of few.

Han-Jae tells me that his favourite movies have a lot of extra depth and tone. Shitty movies will look muddy and flat regardless of their original colour palette, so under his discerning gaze you really cannot polish a turd. Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen is a good example. From a technical standpoint, it’s a movie with visual depth, a wide tonal range, and a painfully vibrant colour palette. But from a critical perspective, Han-Jae and I agree the movie is a fucking disaster. Therefore, to Han-Jae, the film’s visual frantic energy literally vanishes– he says it looks a ‘greasy sepia Western, recorded on rotten, wobbly film paper’.

If you play music to Han-Jae, the notes float past his face. If you feed him waffles and a BLT, he will see the heat, texture, and flavour of the food flash around the room. He has a calendar and abacus that he can generate any time he likes, and then use to outthink you using only his eyeballs. He once correctly measured the speed of a friend’s electric bicycle down to one decimal point just by watching it pass him by. He sees the colour of people’s emotions, flushed around their face, and he uses this to charm girls. What I am trying to say is that Han-Jae is a real bastard.

ANGUS

Hahahaha!

SIJIN

I don’t get many dates. Han-Jae does. Blah blah blah. You’ve heard all this moaning before.

So anyway my point is that with Han-Jae I do things beyond the usual juvenile playtime. You remember the time Han-Jae and I went looking for ‘ghosts’? I never quite said we were really looking for ‘holes’. Localised instances where the logic of the world- physics maybe- is no longer consistent. If you ever exploited a bug in a video game for fun or to cheat, you can grasp this. Think of any time you had déjà vu. You deeply, deeply felt you were reliving a moment you have not yet lived. In other words it is some form of time travel. Whether the form is true or simulated, and whether déjà vu occurs in the mind or somewhere else...these are beside the point. The point is that déjà vu breaks the rules of everyday existence.

Imagine the introducing the concept of saving to disk and digital rewriting to, say, an Imperial Japanese typist working in Seoul during the occupation period. In fact, imagine you told a medieval European typist that you could duplicate a hundred copies of his Bible in the blink of an eye. To each typist it would seem that you have broken some rule of the universe and opened up an exploit.

ANGUS

Hacking.

SIJIN

Of a kind.

Synaesthesia is arguably one such ‘hole’. Look at how easily Han-Jae and I breezed through the Korean education system. We process text, figures, and diagrams faster than normal people. We can read novels, music, and the emotions on an immediately deeper level than anyone bar the experts. We are incredibly well organised, and as such have extra time and energy to spend chasing after world-hacks.

Maybe you recall some of our attempts. The first thing we tried was to hack our own vision by instigating voluntary hallucinations. This proved a total failure. Next we tried the occult. As in, summoning demons. Remember that? Total failure again. Next we tried local legends. I never told you this part. It’s cool. There’s supposed to be a restless fox girl who swims underwater in a canal just a few kilometres from our residential district. There’s a rather convoluted backstory: it involves UN soldiers, a Communist cell, a nuclear waste barrel, and an old medicine man. You can imagine. It was a good excuse to explore the streets at least, and I liked getting a feel for the local history (Han-Jae didn’t– he’s smart as hell but there isn’t an intellectual bone in his body), but of course we saw no canal ghost.

Han-Jae and I talked pretty seriously about whether to give up or whether to press on. We decided, mostly thanks to my line of argument, that we would press ahead, but with a narrower focus. We had to hone in on real exploits. No more kids’ games. Together we once researched something really interesting: in a country called Scotland there is a place called the Electric Brae. It distorts perspective so that objects appear to roll uphill when left to rest. That sort of thing would be our target. Glitches that call the world’s fabric into question.

I warned that this might require travel, but Han-Jae believed quite firmly that if any country could provide, it would be South Korea. When I chided him for this warped version of patriotism he conceded that Japan might also be a candidate. I had to agree. It’s a pretty weird place. The strange thing is...Han-Jae was right. After a few wasted days of searching the Korean-language internet, we found something on a dead forum. I'll paste in an English translation. It is the instructions for something called The Elevator Game. Brace yourself...

[dairy-of-fucking-isolation]

12/07/2020

I ran up the fourth floor holding a bag of flour for pancakes in the same victorious spirit just like Rocky did. Three minutes before the shop is closing. Winner! Instead of seeing the view of Philadelphia I just saw a poster of one of the candidates for Polish President. The General Election is here. Together with Sunday chicken soup, a bunch of flowers for the visit at the cemetery and a messy hair of our dog which we like to call a ‘little brush’. 

A week ago I was just approaching a sticky train station and I was excited and hardly breathing after a long journey. There she went the longest journey since the beginning of the lockdown, and in this year all together. Back in the land of timeline of past- present and the alternative future mixed together in the shadow of my feet and falling right on to my toothbrush. 

A couple days ago we were still breathing the mountain’s air and enjoying the freedom of true holidays. We only went on two trains and a bus through half of Poland to get to that tiny little bit of a map the furthest south on the map. 

Without twins, without my sister it would be a totally different adventure. When are you with your fam, with your dearest it feels like you are making memories. You are baking them every hour and just watch the pie grow slowly with every sunset you spend laughing together. 

From this time we can collect memories in some piles, like:  ‘ the time when Lena fell into a brook and had both of her shoes totally soaked’. It ended with a truly McGaver’s move ( does anyone know this reference anymore?) of my sister making her socks out of plastic zip bags which were sticking out of her shoes in two different, fluorescent colours while the inside of the shoe was covered with sanitary pads soaking all the water out of it. How resourceful of us! And how lucky that we are using pads not tampons - totally against what the culture of ‘invisible periods’ tried to encourage our habits. 

We were sitting on a bus swirling up the steep hill and the tall mountains were plastering the view outside the windows and hypnotising out attention. It was almost too wonderful to believe it’s true and you only have to drive to the other end of your mother land to see this beauty. And some people can see it daily when reaching for their sugar jar every morning. 

You are starting your hike, every single step is a new thing and you have no idea what will be waiting for you around the corner. On your way back you want to feel like Aragorn or at least Pippin coming back from a long journey, where three hours of hike has changed you already. If only.

We were sitting on a meadow, looking at the most stunning view when a herd of sheep suddenly started moving very fast like the most cuddly and cute lawn movers you could imagine. Before we could turn around we were surrounded and some other tourists were looking at us with jealousy that we managed such a close encounter of cowbells/ sheep bell symphony of idyllic views. I thought I’m a city girl who needs a tall, old building made of bricks and history to invite astonishment, but I felt in this place like I knew it from some sort of most relaxing and wonderful dream I ever had. And I just took a long, deep breath. 

Not overrated at all is it? The breath we are all taking now and can’t find it on a shelf in a local shop, but collecting it neatly on a bedside table and hoping it will be enough by the time this thing will end. 

I watched the face of an old, wrinkly highlander man with a suntan tired of lines of tourists. We were a fish, he was trying to catch us to pay his rent and for a butter to spread on his everydayness. I wanted to learn more about him, his routine and rhythm. The lines he is serving semi patiently to the bunch of city goers trying to tick off each view from the list of things to do.

I wanted to know the story of a little, old lady selling gherkins on the route to the valley, how this is her behind the wooden stall looking at the shoes of tourists and waiting for a change and a string of coins to drop in her pocket. Does she have a great view when back at her four walls? Does she paint her pain on the calendar of months?

All these stories were trying to glue itself to my skin like a little sticker you are supposed to collect in a book and complete the level of understanding. 

The journey back home was even more sticky and full of hotness and dirt of a long, old distance Polish train on a very hot day. There was a little girl who was looking over my shoulder, there were people standing in the corridor, there was me standing with my head sticking in the window going in a speed motion through the bricks, roofs and trees of my motherland. 

When we arrived in Warsaw just an hour before jumping to a speed train - which wasn’t speedy at all - we went outside to be greeted by the weirdest bunch of creepy clouds and some sand (!) falling from the sky. Yes, I’m absolutely sure it was sand as all four of us spread our palms and saw the tiny rocks between the lines of my fingers. We just didn’t know if the world was planning to end right there or  are we just missing the mountains and sheep so much. Then, our bag with a glass bottle inside was smashed in the moment of a train approaching and a leaking bag in a shape and colour of lemon was dragged to another sticky corridor while a proper thunderstorm decided to take the electricity and delayed the journey by an hour. Yep, Warsaw is still not making any good impressions on me - soz. 

All the adventures. Well, I’m off to make face some more in the lazy colours of my hometown.

[day6imagines]

I Smile

[ jaehyung ] 

*requested 

word count; 2.3k

genre; angst

summary - A Jae scenario based on the song ‘I Smile’ by Day6 (lyrics in italics). You and Jae had been broken up for some years, however you accidentally meet again, causing old feelings and emotions to rise. Jae wanted to pursue his music career and both of you left. Neither one of you admitted it to each other, but you missed one another terribly. 

"There's a graduation festival on at my university this Saturday if you'd like to come," Y/F/N announced, slumping down onto the couch in your family's living room.

"Yeah? That'd be nice considering I'm finished up at school too," I said, placing down two cups of tea. Both you and your best friend loved to spend the first week of summer holidays being lazy at one of each other's homes. Tonight you made cookies and were about to start watching a new, highly popular drama, lying around in your comfy pyjamas.

"I just love the festivals each year, there's always great music and free food, which is a bonus," Y/F/N added, picking up a warm cookie from the plate that was perched on the coffee table.

For the rest of the evening we happily chatted about our weekend plans and commented on the drama that we were currently watching.

_

Saturday morning soon came around and I lazily lay in bed, scrolling through Instagram and procrastinating. After I did manage to pull myself up and out of bed, I padded over to my wardrobe. I furiously flicked through the pieces of clothing, coming to a conclusion that I had nothing to wear. However, something at the back of my wardrobe caught my attention. My tiredness seemed to disappear once recognition hit me. I carefully and slowly picked the big sweater out, where it had been previously hidden for the past two years. The warm, oversized grey hoodie caused memories of him to come flooding back. I lifted the clothing up to my face and pressed it against my cheeks.

It took so long for me to overcome losing Jae. We wanted different things. I wanted to go to college and get a job and hopefully travel but Jae wanted to pursue his music, which he has. I am so proud of him, but he couldn't find a way to have both me and his career in his life. So, he left me instead. We had both been utterly infatuated with one another but I just wasn't enough and he was persistent to achieve his dreams. I didn't want to hold him back from doing just that, so I left too.

I shoved the jumper of his back into the wardrobe before pushing the door shut. A knock on the front door snapped me out of my thoughts. My feet made their way down the staircase and into the hallway. I peeped out the window to see Y/F/N standing outside. I unlocked the door and before I could say good morning, Y/F/N burst in.

"Today is Saturdaaayyy," she singsonged, holding a tray of freshly baked muffins.

I laughed, shutting the door behind me and following her into the kitchen. I put some coffee on and we sat across from each other at the kitchen island. Y/F/N happily chatted about tonight's festival at their school. I tried to listen and pay attention to what she were saying, but I couldn't focus. After finding something as simple as Jae's old jumper, my mind had clouded and become overtaken by thoughts of him. Even though it's been almost two years since I last saw him and so much had changed in my life, I can't help the memories that sometimes come back. I have no control over it because he was the most special person in my life at one point and I can't ever let the memories go.

-

The summers night air was much cooler than I had expected. I hadn't brought a jacket, presuming it would be warmer, which was now something I was regretting. 

Y/F/N was super hyper for the festival which was just beginning to take place, dragging me around the school's park and introducing me to far too many people to ever remember at once.

After numerous of introductions, I decided I wanted something to drink. I slowly walked over to the table and got some water, followed by Y/F/N.

"Come on! The first band is starting now and I want to have a good view," she whined, pulling my arm and running up to near the front of the stage. The cup of water flew out of my hand as Y/F/N pulled me along.

"Hey! You spilled water over me," I cried, pouting my lips and pretending to be more upset about it than I actually was.

The stage was darkened out, with only the silhouette of musical instruments evident. The group that were playing had some banners behind the stage but it was too dark to read the name, so I had no idea who were playing. Hopefully they'd be good.

The excited chatter amongst all university studies decreased once the figures of five people walked out on to the stage. Immediately after they had taken their places the lights, all different colours, came to life. I was too preoccupied with patting my clothes in a futile attempt to make them less damp from the water.

A voice yelled '1, 2, 123!' before the instruments started, the heavy beat of the drums and the booming power of the bass instantly shaking the floor and causing the crowd to erupt into screams and shouts.

"I'm so sorry!" Y/F/N yelled over the loud music.

"What? Why would you be sorry?" I questioned, a look of confusion written on my face.

"I didn't know they'd be playing... I didn't know he'd be here, I'm so sorry Y/N," Y/F/N explained, her voice laced with genuine concern.

What was she talking about? Who was here?

I turned away from Y/F/N and looked up to the stage. Not to exaggerate or be melodramatic but it was as if people around me slowed down and everything sounded muffled. He stood on the left side of the stage. Jae was there with his band he debuted with a few months ago. It was hard to dismiss him and his group since they were slowly rising to popularity, appearing on television shows and radio interviews. But I could just turn those off. Jae is here in person, only metres away.

"Y/N we can go if you'd like," Y/F/N said, a look of sorrow still on her face.

"No, no it's fine, really. We came here to have some fun, right?" I laughed, dismissing the fact that the one person who I was trying so hard to forget was directly across from me.

The band played song after song; some upbeat, lively songs and others more slow. To say they were good was an understatement; they were amazingly talented.

I wasn't too sure if Jae saw me or not, but that didn't matter. After about an hour and half the show came to an end and another group came on.

"Hey Y/F/N, I'm not feeling too great. I think I'll head home to bed," I quickly explained.

"Aw okay. You sure you don't want me to come with you?" She asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Of course not, you stay. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight and stay safe," I said, giving her a quick hug before she made her way over to another group of friends.

After meandering my way through the crowd of students, I eventually found the exit. The next bus wouldn't  be for another ten minutes and although I only lived about fifteen minutes walking distance, I felt safer taking the bus. The city was always busy, however with it being summer there always seemed to be more people.

Jae was the only thing on my mind. I knew he was an insanely gifted musician already but the way he played with the group was just beyond words. I had thought we'd made eye contact, but I couldn't be too sure. To be polite in case he did see me and to congratulate him, I pulled out my phone and began composing a new message to him. I still had Jae in my contacts and hopefully his number hasn't changed since we last spoke. I had deleted every single conversation we ever had after we broke up to try my best to erase any memories.

The message was short but I included everything about how good the show was, that I was thinking of him as well as congratulating him on all of his success so far. I then hit send and slipped my phone back into my handbag. Sitting underneath the bus shelter made me feel uncomfortable and cold, since it was beginning to drizzle just a little bit.

Heavy footsteps made there way closer and closer to me. "Y/N! Y/N?" a voice I could never forget called out. I crossed my arms over my stomach and kept my head fixed onto the ground, hoping that these actions would somehow make me invisible.

"There you are!" Jae exclaimed, sitting down next to me. Immediately, I hopped up from the cold seat. "Don't leave, please stay," he quietly said, putting a hand on my arm.

I spun around on my heel to face him. Tears were threatening to fall but I managed to hold them back. I didn't think it would be this difficult to face him. Looking at him, all I wanted to do was to be held in his arms, but things were different now. Very different.

"I just can't believe you're here and just seeing you again..." Jae finally said. I nodded my head. Fortunately, my bus pulled up.

"This is me, so I'll be going. It was nice to see you, Jae," I said, making my way over to the bus.

"Wait Y/N! We should have a proper catch up. Are you free tomorrow morning for breakfast?" Jae asked, a small smile on his face.

"Jae, I'm not so sure that's a good idea... I mean, we haven't ... I," I started, looking over to see the bus driver was growing impatient.

"I know, the past few years... Honestly, I have missed you so much," he finished, walking over closer.

Why did he have to do this to me? It was hard enough with him leaving but he was now leaving me feeling confused. More than anything I wish everything had turned out better, I really do. That there was some way of going back and making our relationship work. I didn't know what to do. What would happen if I let Jae back into my life? I could only think of the possible negative effects. It was better for both of us if we continued on as we were now; moving on.

"I'm sorry Jae. I hope you will achieve the success you deserve. Goodbye," I whispered, my voice cracking at the end of the sentence.

"No, we need to talk, Y/N... wait," Jae desperately called as I stepped up onto the bus.

"Please don't do this. Jae, I still love you, you were and are so special to me. I am so sorry Jae, goodbye," I cried out, not bothering to wipe my tears.

I couldn't bring myself to look at his face as the bus pulled out of its stop. All I could see was Jae standing still at the edge of the path as the bus drove further and further away. I held my face in my hands with my elbows propped on my knees. My crying was uncontrollable. I missed him so much. I hadn't realised it was this bad. Nothing could be fixed, it was all done now and I just had to, no matter how painful it would be, move on.

Once I arrived home, I clambered up the staircase and into my room. Frantically, I rushed over to my wardrobe and pulled out Jae's hoodie. I would return it in the morning and say goodbye properly to him. I needed everything gone so that I could move on and I needed to see him before I did, to clear myself and feel free.

-

I decided to take the subway since as far as I knew his entertainment agency was located quite some distance from where I lived.

After ten minutes on the subway, I pulled my phone out to check the map. The company was located a further ten minute walk away.

I didn't have a pass or anything to allow me past the front desk once I made it to the huge building. Fortunately, the lady behind the counter was very kind and helpful, allowing me to go through just for a few minutes. She told me that their room was located on the ground floor. I followed the sound of instruments and soon I could decipher words. “It’s been awhile I didn't think you’d call first…” I slowly made my way up to the door. There was a small window on the door. I peered inside to see Jae on his own, in a small both sitting on a stool holding his guitar, his eyes shut and singing into a microphone. “If I could, I’d ask you to come back to me, right away …” I pulled the hoodie out of my handbag, and placed it down on the ground outside the studio, my hands trembling. This song… these lyrics. It couldn't be about us? Was Jae hurting too? I had so many unanswered questions. The song continued. “You’re the same, your smile still so pretty…” Fresh tears instantly began to stream down my face. I took one last look into the window to see Jae, so absorbed in the song. This was it. This was my proper and last goodbye. 

As I rushed down the corridor to the front door, the words of the song could still be heard and echoing in my mind, “After we say goodbye, my smile will disappear…”

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