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Hmm... if only I had anything concrete written out I did write a little thing once! A lore-dump disguised as a conversation between The Shattered and The Illuminated skxnsk. Set right after the story concluded, but before the full-blown Epilogue
I honestly thought its way shorter than what I read in my notes, so I will put a divider here!
The stillness in its domain was... concerning, to say the least. Out of place.
The Shattered slowly advanced, stone clinking under their feet as if it was actually metal. Don't get me wrong, Shattered was not very well-versed in traversing the god's home, no, no, but every time they came here, it was... different. Lively. Sometimes just angels fluttering around, some sleeping, some fighting, sometimes hundreds of worshippers left to their own devices, even the stone seemed... more colorful.
Now, though? Everything was quiet, empty. Concerning.
And not only Illuminated's domain was like that, no.
Shattered had to stop, just for a moment, to gather their thoughts, but it wasn't easy. Their mind, their soul seemed to be almost whirling, but every time they tried to hold onto a memory of what happened in the last few days, the recollection slipped their grasp. They remembered only colours, emotions.
Orange, Grey, Black.
Hope, Fear, Loss. Grief, grief, so much grief, and something else. A need, a deep-sated need for vengeance.
They thought about The Machine. There was something wrong with it, it was depressed, empty, cold. Devoid of a soul. Shattered knew that Illuminated created Machine, even if they couldn't recall how they learned of such a fact. A lot of their knowledge was shaky, to say the least.
Yes, that's why they were here, weren't they? They wanted Illuminated's knowledge. What happened to The Machine, how to FIX it. How to get its soul back.
The reverbrating thought about a soul caused a ripple in Shattered's body. There was something else, something vital, something gnawing at the back of their mind. They tried to focus.
A colour flashed before their eyes.
Orange.
What was it?
What did they lose?
No, no, Who did they lose?
...How did they know they lost someone?
They shaked their head, hands morphing into fists. They should focus on the thing they remember, after all, their closest friend is hurting.
They stepped forward, trying to ignore the coldness seeping into their matter. Since when did they feel cold? An alien sensation, but one that somehow felt familiar at the same time. As if they already knew it well, just forgot.
And again, here we are, forgetting.
They thought for a second their mind was playing tricks on them. They looked around with surprise, a new realization popping in their head.
They were no longer in the corridor, this was... a room. A giant, spherical room, with a multitude of pits in the walls, barely resembling abandoned rooms. This could've been a city, a long time ago.
In the centre of the room, from the ceiling, a giant stalactite descended. A mockery of the Panopticon, Shattered thought for a split second, before the room shook.
I was first.
A wave of images flooded Shattered's mind, completely overwhelming them. They saw blueprints, people coming into the domain, an idea being planted. A long-term plan being put into place.
Okay, this was not possible this was their own thought. The magnitude was... overwhelming. Shattered's head whipped around, trying to look for a source of the thing that planted things in their head. Rage was slowly, but surely, growing.
And then they noticed.
It was miniscule, a little blimp of color, really. There, when they focused, on the stalactice, something was moving. The moment it was noticed, the movement stilled.
The stalactice unfurled.
Well, saying it unfurled would be imprecise. The motion could be described as.... peeling an onion, layer after layer falling off, worthless, discarded. The play of lights, grime and colours seemed to last forever, and after such a display the full, giant form of the Illuminated's bulky, uncomfortably coiled, body could be seen clearly. The weirdest thing was that the stalactice seemed to be unharmed, just with an additional god curled around it, even if Shattered could swear they saw its mass being reduced.
It was hard, for the visitor, to focus on the god's shape. The scales on its long tail shimmered in a mesmerizing pattern, shifting their place and shape with even the smallest movement. The iridescent feathers made their head hurt, which they didnt think possible at all.
They could only look at its face.
Crowned with a giant lion's mane and decorated with... wait a second. The Shattered felt a pang of confusion, like they lost something and couldn't recall what it was. The concerning thing was that this... emotion, didn't seem to come from them. It was almost as if it radiated from the god's form, a sense of despair filling the room like a heavy fog.
The mane was not decorated with anything cept long, fluffy ears.
There was one spot on the god's body that brought solace to Shattered's broken mind, though.
The butterfly.
It's wings were white and grey, with black shapes resembling... no, it can't be. They resembled Shattered's own face, the glass cracks so vividly represented.
But, despite the wrongness of seeing one's own scars on a butterfly, it seemed almost... comforting. The soft, barely noticabke flutter of it's wings and antennae was calming, in the weirdest way. Like the realization that nothing can be done, the catastrophe is unavoidable, so there is no need to worry about it anymore.
She is sad. Everyone here was sad, so they left. The Drizzle makes everyone forget who they were, what they did. I don't forget. I lost a part of me, as you have noticed, and I grieve it greatly, but that made me a different one. I am simpler now. That makes her sad too. Keep your rage contained and I may answer your questions.
"Wh-what am I here for?" The Shattered's voice crackled, at first it was hard to remember how voice cords looked like.
You came for answers. Guidance. I am the only god you know.
"Why do I know you?" Shattered started ascending, to see the god face to face. Well, face to butterfly.
I parented your friend. You want to help it. My scheme is what caused you to exist, indirectly. A long chain of cause and effect. A butterfly effect. You don't remember other reasons, so it's not important now.
A laugh, like bells, rustling of leaves and noise of a factory, rang out. Shattered still ascended, step by step, towards the god.
"What reasons did I forget?" After a second, they added another question. "Did I forget because of the Drizzle?"
If you forgot than it wasn't that important. Yes. The Drizzle is a confusing time for everyone, especially days after it started. You will remember more when you ease into it. Let the return of death envelop you, embrace your soul. You have a human soul, did you know? You can die because of it. That's why the Drizzle hit you so hard.
"Machine... Machine doesn't have a soul. Why did it forget too?"
It didn't forget, it just doesn't want to tell you. Its broken now, devoid of meaning. If you want to help it, give it a goal.
It doesn't have a soul anymore, just like every other machine, so now it needs a purpose, do you understand? It needs to ease into itself.
"Who did I forget?" Shattered was almost near the peak of the room. Their powers were exceptionally weaker here, in god's domain. It was hard to keep up the stairs in the air.
You forgot Nobody. You forgot your sibling. You forgot your ex-partner. You forgot your mother. That's everyone you forgot.
"My mother?"
She made you and regretted it. She wanted you to die, to disappear. She knew that you were an abomination, a threat. She was right, of course, but you didn't know that. You thought she was murdered by The Nameless, who grew into her. You didn't know she wanted to die, that she wanted humanity to be eradicated, so you vowed to avenge her.
"Did I do it? Did I avenge her?"
It didn't work out, regretfully. We wouldn't be talking here if you had killed The Nameless. Everything would be simpler.
"My partner?"
One of my angels, yes. Well, used to be, anyway. Just like she used to be yours. She disappointed me, didn't fulfill her obligation out of mercy. I cast her out as punishment, so she brought it upon herself to bathe the world in blood to regain my favor. You made her denounce me, give up and join your team.
"Why did she leave me, then?"
When I learned who she associated with, I presented her a tempting offer. She could return if she could extract the Void Piece from the Machine. She tried and tried to change your minds, to let her do it, but no one sided with her. Not even you, her devoted lover. She gave away everything and abandoned everyone. She is... happier, now, even if it seems unlikely.
"My sibling?"
The Nameless, yes. They are gone now and you cannot bring them back. Wouldn't it be better for you to forget them entirely? It just saves heartache.
"No, tell me who they were"
They grew into your mother. They took over her body, hijacked it. They are a parasite, you see. A souless parasite. But because of the Drought, her soul had nowhere to go after dying, and her body was occupied, so she stuck around, guiding and influencing The Nameless.
They... were a souless monster with a soul. That's why they were so special. That's why they died.
"How did they die?"
Usually, the parasite feeds on the body's tissues and later rots away, creating spores to spread further. Her presence was like energy to The Nameless, so they didnt have to consume the body. After you saved the world and ended the Drought, though, the afterlife opened up again. The Drizzle started, but it was brutal. Voidthreaded historians will call it the first Deluge. The number of souls that poured into the Void was uncountable, overwhelming.
Even though your mother wanted to stay with The Nameless, she was ripped out with the flow.
Two days ago, Nameless finally rotted away, having eaten her body completely.
"Why did you tell me I forgot nobody, if I forgot so many people and their fates?"
You didn't forget nobody, you forgot Nobody. It's because of him, all of this. You can trace the Drizzle to Nameless, sure, but you have to trace The Nameless to the Nobody.
He was an Avatar. Still is, to be honest. He spent so much time as the Avatar that his soul merged with the Void, more than it should have, so much that after the finishing of the Drought he was pulled into the Void too. I'm sorry for that. We regret that piece of the story.
He was a necessary sacrifice, but you lot just had to save the world, didn't you? Now his sacrifice turned out to be worthless. Hopeless suffering.
"Who was he?" The Shattered gazed fiercely into the butterfly's pattern. It... fluttered, almost nervously. The god's "voice"... changed.
"I'm- I'm sorry, for what happened to him. After I finished my own Cycle, I vowed I will not allow anyone else to experience it. After The Scourge failed her duty through sparing his life, Nobody became an Avatar. We could not stop that part, despite my best efforts.
A feminine voice continued, radiating from the twitching and shining butterfly.
"The Drought started, so our alternative plan was set in motion.
Instead of prolonging the Downpour, when the Void searches for an Avatar, we prolonged the Drought, when the Avatar roams the worlds.
That's why the Machine was so important.
Illuminated stole a piece of the Void, making it incomplete, and put it in The Machine, granting it... a soul prothesis.
Without that little piece, the Avatar could never fulfill the Cycle and return to the world, bringing the Drizzle back.
But you... you befriended The Machine. You knew Nameless, who was close to the Nobody. There was a link between The Machine and The Nobody, and when they finally met, Nobody's sanity and control crashed. The Void inside him yearned for the lost piece, lashing out, Ashening people, destroying planets.
The Scourge failed to secure Machine's soul, so Nameless extracted it instead.
You fought off the Ashened, while Nameless got to The Nobody, gifting the piece.
The Void was whole and Nameless executed Nobody, releasing it. That was the fastest and easiest way.
That's how the Drizzle came to."
"I understand now. Thank you for your advice, Illuminated and...?"
She doesn't have a name. She used to, but it was stolen. You can call her the Previous Avatar, if you are so keen on it.
"Previous Avatar, I understand. Thank you both. I wish... I wish you find joy in the Drizzle, somehow."
#storyteller saturday#drought.times#this turned out wayyy longer than I thought KDBDMDHSKJD#but yeah I like this because my baby shattered and my magnificent bastard illuminated get to talk after the aftermathhhh#and shattered wants to help machineee#and avatar somewhat regrets what she did!!!!#i will just tag who was present here sksk#the shattered#the illuminated#the avatar
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Which do u think has been ur most iconic anon ask akakqjqk
my most iconic anon ask...? Damn, I dunno sksks
Y'know how many anon asks I've answered since starting this blog? with all the themed nights I had? When you go to my blog and go to the #asks tag, there's over 200 pages soooo I honestly don't know if I can give you *the* definitive iconic anon ask.
Also, what do you mean when you say iconic? Are we talkin' the most memorable? and is it in a positive or negative light? because not gonna lie, anon, the anons that I remember the most are negative. Isn't that how it always goes? You could get 10 asks, 9 positive experiences and 1 negative and it's that one negative that's gonna stick with ya. Awesome, right?
I do think I have an experience with a certain set of anons from the same person that I suppose you could say is "iconic" or memorable in a shitty way? In fact, they're a set of anons that I never even publicly answered.
I believe I shared some of the story once before when I was promoting The Writer's Guild? But not the whole story, just the part that explained why people had to directly message me if they wanted to join.
I dunno, maybe it'll be good to fully share this, get it off my chest and all that. It's probably the most bizarre thing to happen to me in this fandom, and not a good bizarre.
Y'know how I used to do T5F on this blog? They were a lot of fun, I loved making them! But, the very first one I ever did about the top 5 dumbest things about TFS not only got me yelled at by an anon, but they kinda sorta spied on me in an old discord chat. It's a wild story, most of the chat was present for it and it was an overall uncomfortable and unbelievable night.
I wish I had taken screenshots but it didn't occur to me at the time, and I'm not apart of that chat anymore for this reason, but you can even ask @pi-creates or anyone else who was present.
So, the reason this anon was upset with me and this T5F I posted was a joke I made about Violet.... because of course this all happened because of Violet sksksk. I don't exactly have a happy history when it comes to interacting with hardcore Violet stans, they don't really care for my takes on her character or her relationships.
The 4th entry on that post was about Abel's shotgun and how it doesn't make sense that Louis was the only one hit by it. I said the following:
"Soooo…. I guess the buckshot swerves around and above Violet to ONLY hit Louis? Like, I know she ducks a bit but I still feel like something should’ve nicked her as well?? At least?? Like, are lesbians immune to shotguns and that’s why nothing hit Violet?? Am I only learning this now??"
I made this joke as a way to show how absurd the whole thing with Abel's gun was, I was being hyperbolic, didn't think twice about it, right? I post the T5F, it's well received, I'm already planning for the next week's T5F.... but then I got the first anon. It was mostly in all caps yelling at me for being lesbophic, hating Violet, telling me to shut the fuck up and get out, etc.
Here's the deal, if this person was genuinely upset with my bad throwaway joke about Violet, then that's fair. If they had sent me an ask that was like "Hey, that joke you made about Violet made me uncomfortable, you shouldn't make jokes about lesbians like that, especially if you're not a lesbian." then I would've responded with an apology and a promise to do better. Because yeah, I am truly sorry if that did rub some the wrong way, and I've tried to watch myself, make sure I'm not making jokes like that after this whole thing happened, getting second opinions, doing what I can to not make anyone else feel uncomfortable.
That person didn't do that, they were aggressive and I've learned that aggressive anons are not worth responding to, so I didn't. But back in that old discord server, I used to share those anons with the group and we would talk about them. This person sent me another ask that was super passive aggressive, I remember it going something like, "hey bestie when are you going to respond to my ask calling you out for being lesbophic?" which I shared with the group to get their take on the joke and this anon.
As we discussed this, more anons kept coming in from the same person, all about the same thing, written the same way, all aggressive.
It stopped being all fun and games when the asks started responding to the things I was saying in the chat. We figured out that either this person was in our chat, or someone in chat was sending them everything I was saying.
What's funny is we all had a clear guess on who it was- someone joined the server under the most generic name of like "Anna Smith," they had clouis fanart as their picture, and they were never online... until that night. That night was the first time they have ever shown up as online, they were online the entire time we were talking about this, and when Pi messaged them, they responded but then went offline and the asks stopped coming in.
Like... cut and dry, right? They got caught. It was clearly this random person who was never online, who never interacted with us, who randomly joined and was in the server for I dunno... weeks?
Maybe it was them. I don't actually know and I never will, and it made me so paranoid to be in the group that I eventually left.
But the part that gets me the most? This anon made me feel like I had to explain myself to the chat about my sexuality, something I never shared here on tumblr or with the group for personal reasons.
The ask that kickstarted the realization that this anon was spying on our chat simply asked "are you wlw?"
which again, I didn't publicly answer, but brought to chat because I was pretty sure this person was expecting/hoping for me to say I'm straight so they could have their "GOTCHA" moment, y'know? or they got ahead of themselves and had an "oh shit, what if she's not straight?" moment after calling me lesbophobic, a bitch, whatever other insults they called me that I can't remember.
After I shared that, I felt like I had to justify my sexuality? in a way? I don't know how to describe it, it felt a little bit like I was in a corner with ample room to get out but I had to decide which direction to go but once I went, there was no going back. I was worried that my friends would end up thinking that I was just some straight person making jokes about lesbians, that I didn't respect queer women because I wasn't giving the anon what they wanted... So I told the truth that yeah, I am wlw, I'm bisexual.
Then I got an ask that was something like "and being bi isn't the same as being lesbian, you can't talk about lesbians" so on, they said something about how no one jokes about Clementine's bisexuality [which isn't true, people joke about Clementine being bi all the time and if I had made the same exact joke about Clem instead of Violet, then I bet that anon wouldn't have said anything to me] so don't make them about Violet, same stuff they've said before... which set off alarm bells because it was almost like they saw exactly what I typed in chat.
It's just not something I put on display, y'know? My bisexuality is mine, it's personal, and that was definitely not the way I wanted to tell my friends in chat but it's how it went, it's how people found out, and now here we are.
I'm pretty sure all of us were weirded out, uncomfortable, it was.... an experience, lemme tell you.
....so does this count as iconic? sksksks
I know this probably wasn't the answer you were looking for but hey, if I have to give my most memorable anon[s], then that one takes it.
#asks#y'know what I'm not even gonna tag violet#usually i tag every character i mention in my posts but not for this story sksksks#it still baffles me like i have so many questions and i will never get answers to *why* this was even a thing#but i was right it did feel good to get it off my chest#i was thinking about this the other day and i dunno i guess good job to that anon? you became *iconic*#i dunno what your plan was but if that was it then a gold star on your forehead sksksks
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adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different
2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed
pairing: reader x ot7
genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7
Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.
Part Five
Warnings: none in this chapter
Word count: 2.3k
A/N: New characters, yay! Just an fyi but I would like to start posting one chapter every week... thots?? Also, I've been thinking of adding a taglist? sksk I know it would be small but I personally love to get tagged when new chapters come out for my faves. If that's something ya'll would like comment so I know!! Alright, back to your regularly scheduled program :)
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Literature was next. Now this? This you could handle. Always being a bit of an avid reader, you could devour a novel in one night --- and you often did. Finding the hidden meanings between the lines of text, like unwrapping a present, gave you a thrill. You were the person who could debate for hours about the meaning of a symbol in a book, as annoying as that is to everyone else.
Maybe it was the promise of escape, where you could be transplanted into another world, detached from your own, that appealed so much to you about reading. You could lose yourself, feeling the rush of the love affair or the thrill of a dangerous adventure. Coupled with your analytical nature, you felt more than at home in a literature classroom.
With this in mind, you make your way to your next class with more vigor than usual. When you arrive and take a seat, you pull out your materials and wait for class to begin.
Several minutes later, your professor walks to the podium in the front of the room to introduce herself. After several minutes of reviewing the syllabus, she explains the structure of the class. You were to be placed in small groups, to discuss the readings and write a paper at the end of the semester. This made you a little nervous --- having to rely on others to some capacity for your grade always gave you a bit of anxiety.
She began reading out the names of the students belonging to each group, so you listen carefully as to not miss your own name despite your anxious thoughts swirling inside your head.
“... Eum Hee-Young, Gal Ae-Cha, Ree Mun-Hee, you are group seven. Kim Seokjin, Y/l/n y/f/n, Kim Namjoon, you are group eight. Ok Youngsoo…” her voice fades off as you glance around the room, trying to meet the gazes of other searching eyes as your group was announced.
Your eyes meet those of a guy who looked maybe a year or two older than you, with round, wire frame glasses. His mahogany hair was pushed off of his forehead, parted to the side giving him a youthful but put-together look. He holds up eight fingers, looking at you expectedly, and you nod quickly. He picks up his belongings, preparing to move to you as you had empty space in the seats around you. As he slings his backpack over a shoulder, you scan your eyes around the room to try to catch the other member of your group.
To your surprise, your eyes meet those of the same boy you had ogled over yesterday in your calculus class, before it had started. You shyly hold up your own eight fingers, to which he gives a decisive nod to, and begins to make his way to you as well. You can’t help but notice the planes of his back as he bends down to grab his backpack, his wide shoulders tilting making them seem even larger. He is wearing a simple blue button down and jeans, but even through that you could tell his shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, making him have the perfect masculine inverted triangular build.
Slightly embarrassed at your thoughts, you glance at your other partner, now close to you. His oversized yellow knit sweater swallowed him a little, but with the glasses gave him a cute bookish look. His large frame juxtaposed his cute appearance --- he was on the taller side and seemed built as well. You made eye contact, and gestured to the seat next to you for him to sit. The other boy now approaching, you both watch as he takes the other open seat in front of you.
Your group now assembled, you tune back into your professor who was explaining the first text you were to read together. She told you that it was a short love story that relied heavily on symbolism and became a prominent symbol in and of itself in movies and television. Your first assignment was to analyze the symbolism of the text, and come to a more complex conclusion than what the surface of the text presents. You could feel yourself becoming slightly excited to jump into the assignment as she explained.
“You will be given the rest of class to get acquainted with your group members. They will be permanent, bar any issues that may arise. The first assignment is due at the end of next class. While on this first assignment I will be more lenient with grading, please do your best and set a good standard for your groups. Okay, go ahead everyone,” she finishes.
At her dismissal of your attention, you glance back at your group members. The boy with glasses speaks first. “I’m Namjoon, nice to meet you guys.”
“Seokjin, or just Jin,” the other boy gives.
“I’m y/n, nice to meet you both.”
“So, what year and major are you? I’m a third year, and a journalism major,” Namjoon offers. As he speaks, he gives you both a grin that displays deep dimples on both cheeks. He was very cute, you decided. He had a nerdy charm to him, with a build on the beefy side that made you want to cuddle him.
“I’m a first year… and to tell the truth I haven’t decided on a major yet,” you admit, but give them both a smile.
“Ah, hoobae, you are lucky you are with us pros then! I’m a fourth year, and a business major,” Seokjin says with a wide smile.
“Sunbaenim, are you in calculus before this? I thought I recognized you from there,” you downplay a little. You knew he was in that class since you had spent time checking him out in it, but didn’t want to seem creepy.
“I have a recognizable face.” At this he gives a smug look, but is clearly using a joking tone. “Yeah, calculus with Yoo at nine?”
“Yep. That guy goes so fast,” you frown. “But anyways, how do you guys feel about this assignment?”
Namjoon enters the conversation again, “Honestly I’m kind of excited for it. It’s been a while since I’ve done any reading that isn’t research related, which kind of sucks.”
“That does suck. I love to read, that’s why I took this class, actually,” you empathize.
“Yeah? What do you like to read?” Namjoon leans towards you a bit, excited at the prospect of talking about reading it seems.
“Oh, um… I’d say my favorite genre is probably any type of fantasy, I like being able to be in a different world for a bit. Oh, I also like historical pieces, that stuff is always so interesting.” You were a little hesitant to share, afraid he’d judge your preferences.
“I love historical pieces. I think that’s one of the things that lead me into journalism actually, it’s basically writing history for those in the future to look back on. I just think that’s really cool.” His eyes seemed glitter as he talked about something he was obviously passionate about. You felt yourself developing a soft spot for the boy, finding his friendly disposition and slightly nerdy personality to be incredibly endearing. It didn’t hurt he was also very attractive.
“What about you sunbaenim? Do you like to read?” you ask Seokjin, whose head was oscillating between you and Namjoon.
Surprised the attention shifted to him, his eyes widened to give him an owlish look. You are really surrounded by some beautiful men, you think. What do they put in the water here? It would be normal to run across a cute guy here or there, but this is kind of ridiculous. Seokjin himself has a face that is so beautiful it looks like it should have been carved out of marble!
Focus! You have to scold yourself. The boy you were just admiring in your head is now answering your question and you are too distracted to even process what he’s saying.
“... not too crazy, occasionally I guess…” His body language told you that he was slightly embarrassed at not being as enthusiastic a reader as you and Namjoon.
“I’m sure you have hobbies that are cooler than reading then, if I was athletic or creative I wouldn’t read so much either! Namjoon-sunbaenim, I’m sure you agree,” you encourage with a smile, wanting Namjoon to follow suit in making Seokjin feel comfortable.
Thankfully, he catches on quick. “Oh, yeah, I am way too clumsy to do anything more high stakes than page turning,” He chuckles. You and Seokjin both smile at Namjoon’s subtle self-deprecation. They both were sweet, you think. Your earlier fears about working with others subside. “I guess I could say that I do have another hobby though, I actually help out at the school’s radio station for fun,” Namjoon adds shyly.
Jin tilts his head in surprise. “Oh really? I have a friend who…”
He gets abruptly cut off by the professor’s voice echoing through the room, which causes him to stop his thought.
“Hopefully everyone is acquainted now, and is ready to get to work next class. I expect good things from you all this semester. You are dismissed,” your professor says with finality.
The three of you quickly gather your things, ready to merge with the swarm of students streaming out of the door. You give them both a smile, and say, “It was nice meeting you both. See you next class!” to which they give their own farewell.
As you leave, you check your phone out of habit. It seems your intuition is right, as usual.
*Miss me yet?*
Does Taehyung really have nothing better to do?
*What exactly is there to miss?*
You hope that after your curt response he’d get the memo. This guy is such a fuckboy, you think. While you don’t know why he set his sights on you for now, you hope he gets bored soon. While you give that tough persona to him, the truth is you are more sensitive than that. The idea of being used for sex once and then discarded was unappealing, and Taehyung seemed like the type to do just that.
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Finally home after attending two more classes for the day, which were thankfully much less eventful, you slip off your shoes and let your bag slide off your shoulder to thunk on the floor. You were tired. And hungry, apparently, because your stomach makes some concerning noises as soon as you slip your light jacket off. You make your way to the kitchen at the sound, ready to make a nice dinner and decompress.
When you get there, you see one of your new roommates sitting at the stools for your kitchen counter. This roommate was one that you had connected with immediately, drawn to her blunt but fun-loving aura. Her short stature, shorter than average, gave no warning for her and ‘gives-no-fucks’ attitude. You could tell however, that inside she had a soft heart. Even in your short time together, you had seen glimpses of it here and there.
You learned when you had met that she had moved to Korea from America last year, making her a second year at your university. Her features stood out from the crowd, with brown skin and large curls that framed her face in a halo. She was really quite beautiful. Tia, but called Bean by her friends, which now included you, made you feel welcomed to campus and you were thankful for her.
Wanting to not scare her as you walked into the kitchen, you gave her a greeting. Her head pops up from where it was buried in her phone, which had been drawing her into her own world.
“Hey chickie. Long day?” she asks. Apparently your exhaustion was pretty obvious if she could tell right off the bat. You sigh, bending over to pull some vegetables out of the fridge.
“I just want to know who let me schedule four classes on Tuesdays. They should be in jail,” you complain.
She gives you an amused look, watching you now stand at the cutting board to prepare your food. “I think that person was you, sweet thing.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. If I could go back in time and slap my past self I would,” you grown with your head tipped back. She lets out a laugh at your expense.
“Don’t laugh at me unnie! I’m going to pass away from exhaustion over here!” you try to say seriously, but can’t help but let out a little giggle. “What were you doing with your head buried in your phone, huh? Are you talking to someone?” you tease, pointing your knife at her with your other hand on your hip.
“Why, do you wish it was you?” She wiggles her eyebrows, giving you a side smirk. You knew she was deflecting, so you lift your eyebrow and give her a flat expression, waiting for her real answer. “Ugh, it’s nothing. There was just this really cute girl in my class today, and I tried talking to her but she didn’t really seem like she liked me… and I may have just been looking at her social media,” Tia admitted.
Now at the stove, stirring your dinner, you look over your shoulder to say something that would hopefully ease her anxiety. “You know that you can come on strong sometimes, maybe she’s just a little shy, ya know? Maybe try again with a softer approach,” you offer. “What is there not to like?”
She gives you a wide grin to match your own at your last remark. You both giggle, any tension in the air from Tia’s concerns gone. Dinner now finished, you grab two bowls and serve you both. You both slip into easy banter, almost like you two have been friends for years. You hope that you will be, someday.
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I SCREECHED WHEN I SAW YOUR REBLOG TAGS - finally somebody who loves Scream Queens. I’m actually on season two, episode two or three !! I cannot stand what Gigi did, but I think Hester was worse. I thought they were hilarious though.
Edit: I'm really sorry I went OFF it's something I'm incapable of not doing when talking about SQS apparently. I'll say again I'm too attached to this show sksksksk
Edit edit: Sorry I didn't know if you'd want me to answer this privately I probably should've answered privately straight away. Typing too fast and have a Newfoundland making my feet numb asjksjk
Edit edit edit: I'm on Chainsaw right now maybe that's why I talked this much but you know what it probably would've happened anyways
SKSKSK I DON'T SHUT UP ABOUT IT AND I'M NOT SORRY.
Seriously this is my SQS folder:
(Yes BTS things is literally just SQS behind the scenes stuff I've gone through the two blogs I found here that give me more stuff than you can find on goddamn google.)
I LOVE the SQS villains with all my heart they are my poor little meows meows. Every villain in SQS (Yes, even character-butchered *spoiler*) is a sympathetic villain and I love them all so much,,
Gigi's the backbone to the entire present-timeline plot of SQS and all but two villains are traced back to her. Murder mama holds the show on puppet strings.
Hester deserved so much better than the retcon and I could go on about that for hours. She HAS the depth, she's just not allowed to use/show it the way everyone else is, which is so unfair that it makes me mad. The retcon's not canon <3
Boone's conflict with Gigi HURTS Ghost Stories has made me cry. His relationship with Hester hurts just as bad because we KNOW she couldn't bring herself to even try killing himmm
I won't go off too much about these three, I've got a rant with a mutual somewhere from a few weeks ago when I had a go at the damn wiki comments that make me cringe from the inaccuracy.
I could talk about Pete for hours but I won't sksksk. Boone's ex. His view of Grace was unhealthy from the start. My Glass Animals Devil. His death scene is one of the best scenes in the show (even with the inaccuracy of Hester being in his closet, which considering she'd called him over the phone and we know he hadn't left his room after leaving Grace with Wes that last time, she shouldn't have been)
I don't have a specific list of favorite SQS characters sksks I love them all so much. I adore how much depth SQS has it's so good I love it.
oH I feel like any person talking to me about SQS should know this about me:
THESE IDIOTS SCALPED ME AND RUINED MY LIFE I L O V E MY IDIOTS SO MUCH.
Chanel's extreme bias toward Hester is amazing and Hester letting her go over and over (A really obvious moment of doing so in S2) and seeing her as a replica of Bethany and wanting her to see what she, Gigi, and Boone went through in Palmer rather than have Chanel dead PLEASE my idiots
#I'M SO SORRY#THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I TALK ABOUT SQS IT'S A PROBLEM#This goddamn show I stg#Every single one of them are my poor little meow meows#SQS
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•◌*’. 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬~! *’.◌•
➶ TXT’s Reaction to Spending Christmas with You
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Genre: 1225 cups of fluff !
Warnings: None~~
(eeee, merry christmas 🥺🥺 i’m sorry for not posting much this month, but hopefully I’ll be able to next year ! This might be my last post for the year ? I’m thinking of taking a break since I’ve exhausted my head sksks but thank you for the wonderful year~ I probably won’t take a break since I love writing, but I’m stalling. Merry Christmas all of you ! Bingus and I only wish you happiness from now on !)
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◌• Yeonjun •◌
*’. It’s your first Christmas holiday with your boyfriend Yeonjun this year~~
*’. You were a bit excited and nervous for it since you weren’t sure what to get him… but then again, he would like anything as long as it was from you, right ?
*’. But everything had to be perfect !! You wanted Yeonjun to actually be happy with his gift !!
*’. Yes he told you that you didn’t have to worry about it, but… no?? Really, it had to be something he’d really like and use !!
*’. Let’s try… something fancy according to his tastes ?
*’. You saved up for this little maroon beret you found in the store the other day, working hard to get that bread
*’. So then, let’s fast forward to Christmas night !
*’. Yeonjun was already home, and he had prepared a few things such as sugar cookie candles, a small Christmas tree in the room you shared, as well as your present that you had no clue what it was
*’. You waited to see Yeonjun’s reaction for the present once you shakily handed it to him due to nervousness, and surprisingly
*’. He really liked it, he couldn’t stop hugging you right after because it was adorable and especially because it was a gift from you (cue clingy Yeonjun sticking to you for the rest of the night but you aren’t complaining)
*’. And his gift ? That’s up to you to decide~~
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◌• Soobin •◌
*’. Every Christmas, you and Soobin made a tradition that before every party you were invited to, you would make a few sugar cookies mostly everyone said they loved
*’. Because of the pandemic this year, you weren’t able to however :((
*’. But that didn’t stop you from having fun !! You still wanted to make some cookies with Soobinie !!
*’. Obviously, he agreed and went along with it since he wanted not only to spend time with you, but also eat some sugar cookies that were made from both of your hearts~!
*’. The trip to the grocery store was quite easy despite all of the customers there, and in minutes you had all of the ingredients set up
*’. Everything with him turned out to be so much fun, you wanted it to last forever-using the tree shapes and gingerbread cutters to make them look at least good to eat :D
*’. There were some red, white, and green icing you had whipped up from yesterday and Soobin decided to use them to
*’. It was all peaceful at first with you lightly dropping the icing in flowery bits
*’. when suddenly, you felt Soobin’s slender finger boop your nose with a familiar, cold substance
*’. In the end some were not decorated while the others were since…
*’. Most of the frosting had gotten on you two anyway sksks
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◌• Beomgyu •◌
*’. It’s Christmas Eve with Beomgyu which means...
*’. Gingerbread castle (not house) decorating contest in three hours or nothing !!
*’. Once you finished picking up the supplies, you would definitely have to start decorating before 12am passed since that’s when you chose to open up gifts
*’. This boy would be very competitive, and might even knock down yours “accidentally” just so he can get a head start
*’. You would also hoard the candies that were used to spice things up so Beomgyu wouldn’t be able to get them
*’. Soon, the two of you were play-fighting with all of the food and like Soobin, you guys just ended up fighting each other with the frosting???
*’. But hey, are we really surprised??
*’. no... which is why you bought some cleaning supplies as well sksk
*’. All the meanwhile, Beomgyu kept booping your nose with red frosting and saying that you were Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer
*’. And you were just smashing on white icing on his cheeks and calling him Santa
*’. We could say that the Christmas gifts were abandoned as soon as the two of you cleaned up together ~~ You two got so tired that once you cuddled in bed, you collapsed as soon as you were tightly snuggled up with each other
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◌• Taehyun •◌
*’. I think decorating the Christmas tree with Taehyun would be tons of fun~!
*’. Some of the ornaments came from Taehyun’s family while yours were from your childhood, so it was a lot of nostalgia mixed with love when you two hung them up together
*’. He would be doing one side while you were doing the other, but would then tease you for hanging it up wrong or not making it as pretty (even though it was really pretty, he just didn’t want to stop teasing you~~) !
*’. It was such a peaceful, content time with Taehyun >3< Knowing that the other one was there, staring at what made them happy during the younger days… both of you found it to be incredibly calming
*’. And it makes it much better since the two of you are together !!
*’. Endless questions from your childhood was asked like the traditions and the food, you couldn’t get enough of each other because wow, were you whipped~~
*’. Taehyun couldn’t stop staring at you with heart eyes while you were talking and even laid a hand on his cheek just to gaze lovingly at you (please i’m getting attacked here too)
*’. Then after you were finished with all of those sappy feelings, you two would be up for a game of Christmas karaoke
*’. Doesn’t matter where or when, you guys are singing the famous songs that your neighbors must absolutely despise now
*’. Yes, we’re even talking about that Mariah Carey song okay
*’. As much as Taehyun loves singing, he loves you so much more and would give the moon and back just to hear your giggles and see you happy
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◌• Kai •◌
*’. This Christmas wasn’t going very well so far…
*’. Having an argument with your parents about going out with your friends this evening, it really wasn’t the best plan to sneak out through the window once they went to sleep
*’. In the end, they were right; you should’ve listened when they said they didn’t trust them one bit
*’. Now you were sitting in a cafe alone where they all had abandoned you, trying not to cry in public and shed some tears
*’. The ring of the cafe’s bell didn’t bring you from out of your gaze, but it was the boy who was staring at you with sad eyes
*’. He didn’t want to seem weird or creepy, but he felt terrible seeing what went down as he sipped on his hot chocolate with his close group of four friends
*’. Truth is, he had been watching you for a while, seeing your shoulders shake under the pressure of trying not to cry
*’. This wasn’t good at all, he didn’t feel happy with warm holiday greetings since one person during Christmas was unhappy
*’. So that’s what brought him to talk to you~! He wanted to make you feel better which ended up in you two spending so many laughs and giggles together~~
*’. Christmas this year was all saved to the cute guy who chose to talk to you instead of staring
*’. And you even got the cute guy’s phone number too :DD
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‘get to know me’ tag game
Rules: answer the questions and tag people you’d like to get to know better.
tagged by: @tangerinefluff @brazil-hinata @chibishae34 and @saving-empress-ac i dont have a lot to tag anymore haha since 4 of you tagged me to this already! thank you so much 🥰✨
tagging: @b0ku4ka @doodleniella @eilime910 @gayerthanthee @tsukeijii @vicassa @kagebunshiin (pls feel free to ignore this if ur not comfortable sharing info about yourself) ✨
What do you prefer to be called name-wise? Sey
When is your birthday? december 9
Where do you live? philippines
Three things you are doing right now:
finishing a draft report
while listening to some lofi/jazz ghibli playlist
drinking coffee at the moment
Four fandoms that have piqued your interest?
pjo (2013 i think i binge read my friends collection! i got pulled into it)
bts (2015-present)
day6 (2017-present)
haikyuu and bnha (2017 up to present)
How has the pandemic been treating you? its tiring to not know what day it is and to think its already december i feel like i wasted 9 months without doing something at all :(
A song you can’t stop listening to right now? Love Me Less by MAX How old are you? 20+
School, university, occupation, other? university and working? as a volunteer at the moment near our place. i help organize modules for less fortunate kids who weren’t able to enroll this school year. so i help make said modules and teach parents so can they teach their kids.
Do you prefer heat or cold? cold. im not really good when its too hot, i feel suffocated and sweaty
Name one fact others may not know about you. i like to write and draw? actually i try to do that haha my friends are not aware how i write for fandoms and actually own a tumblr account like this \
Are you shy? yes. i usually don’t talk a lot. i just like to listen to others and tbh i’ll only speak once im asked or if needed lmao
Pronouns? she/her
Biggest pet peeves? people who chew with their mouths open, the so-called Filipino time pff
What is your favorite “dere” type? dandere? or maybe tsundere
Rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be. probably just a 5. i tend to live my life just for the sake of living haha i dont put that much pressure on myself. a friend told me if im following a dudeist kind of life. i dont even know myself anymore haha
What’s your main blog? howcanisey (its a day6,skz,bts, got7 blog) i started posting on main after deactivating my amino account sksks
List your side blogs and what they’re used for
heyheysey - feels like this is main already haha this was originally a haikyuu!! love blog but since i love so many anime, manga and manhua this became a messy blog already. i also post fics and art? here
musubimsby - i made this so i can reblog all the fics i like and read (to be read fics as well) which some are +18 or nsfw content
Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends? as long as people know how to respect everybody then im good, they’re good. also pls do know i dont talk a lot. really, whenever i talk in tags its just me doing monologue lmao i dont bite but i tend to forget to reply in conversations most of the times. im not ignoring you...there’s just a high chance my attention span has been limited to 3 seconds once again.
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Well since I requested Omi I’m back to request my second best Kazunari! How about the first date kind of scenario ? (Just like in my last it can be SFW and NSFW. I don’t really mind too much). Thanks !
SKSK I LOVE KAZUNARI SO MUCH! Writing for him was so much fun oml. He is so goofy and I love it. He is my 5th best boi omg! I wanted to be wholesome for a change, so enjoy fluffy Kazunari ^^. Thank you so much for requesting again! I enjoy writing for you!
KAZUNARI X FEM!READER: FIRST DATE
SFW
You and Kazunari had been friends for about a year. Since you guys went to the same college, you two would always run into each other while traveling from class to class. You share the same History class and almost always sit next to him.
One day you walk into class and plop into your seat. He basically screams hello to you and points to his phone and then at you.You stare at him confused until you feel your phone vibrating. You pick it up to see a text from Kazunari. You glance at him and then read the text.
You look away from your phone at Kazunari, who has a stupid grin across his face. He starts to continually poke you while calling out your name.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N~ Does a cutie like you…like me?” He teases you.
You make a pouty face and playfully punch him in the arm. “So what if I do?” You roll your eyes and then look back at him. He stops poking you and covers his face with his hands.
“OML Y/N likes me! I’m like totes embarrassed but hype at the same time.” Kazunari uncovers his face and sticks his tongue out. “Too bad…” He pauses and you look at him, afraid of what he is going to say. “I like you too! HAHA did I scare ya.” He laughs loudly, holding his stomach tightly.
“SHHHHHH QUIET IN THE BACK!” The teacher yells. Kazunari got quiet and looked at the teacher, then back at you. He wrote something in his notebook.
“Me + U= date Saturday?.” You write back to him, saying “Hmm I’ll THINK about it.” You slide the notebook back to him and he pinches your arm.
“Okay OKAY I’ll go!” You whisper to Kazunari and try to swat his hand away. He grabs your hand and winks at you.
FAST FORWARD TO SATURDAY
You were supposed to meet up with him outside the “Lunar Eclipse” cafe at 10:00am, but one too many hits of the snooze button made you arrive four minutes late. You looked around for Kazunari, but he wasn’t there either. You hope to yourself that he didn’t forget about the date or something like that.
You go on Instablam and check out recent posts from your friends. You scroll down and to your surprise, see a picture that Kazunari posted 10 seconds ago. The caption reads ‘Bout to start my lit date with my gorge future girlfriend’ You blush at the caption and look at the picture, realizing that it’s of your back. You turn to see a flashing light in your face.
“Surprise selfie! Omg you look totes cute!” Kazunari smirks as he posts the picture of you.
“Kazu! You scared me. Also, killer caption! ‘future girlfriend’? That’s pretty bold of you considering that this is our first date together.”
“Are you kidding me. We’ve been vibing with each other for almost a year now. PLUS…you know you like me.” Kazunari lifts his arm to signal for you to hold it. You sigh as you intertwine your arm with his. He holds the door open and lets you walk through first.
“Such a gentleman.” You elbow his side and he laughs. He tells you to go get a table while he gets some drinks. You grab a table in the back by the window and look over at Kazunari. You see him tell the barista something, barely making out what he said. “An affogato al cafè with strawberry syrup and a cafè con helio with a sprinkle of sugar on top”. You see him say some other things to the barista. She starts laughing and Kazunari takes out his phone and shows it to her. She types in something and he smiles and takes a selfie with her. He orders the drinks and then walks over to the table.
“I see you were having fun over there.” You point to the barista and back to him. He shows you the selfie and posts it on Instablam.
“We have the same bio class! She is super chill. I never got her Insta though, so I asked her for it and tagged her!” Kazunari grins as he reaches for your hand.
“I’m on this date with you anyways, babe~” He squeezes your hand as if reading your mind.
“I wasn’t worried or anything…okay maybe just a little.” You laugh it off and continue to talk to Kazunari about school and random things until you are interrupted.
“Hey Kazu, here are your drinks! Woahh are you on a date?” The barista says as she stares at you.
“Yup! This is Y/N, my future girlfriend! Y/N, this is Gia, my lab partner for bio class.” Kazunari’s smile grows wider as he introduces you two. She gives him a thumbs up and places the drinks on the table and walks away.
You and Kazunari spend hours talking about nonsense and doing homework. Eventually, light coming in from the window turns orange as the sun begins to set. You wave goodbye to Gia and leave the cafe. Kazunari offers to walk you to your house, to which you happily agree. As he walks you to your house, he has his arm around your waist. Both you and him are silent, but it feels nice to just be with each other.
“Hey Y/N,” Kazunari breaks the silence. “So you know how I kept on saying future girlfriend?”
“I mean you ONLY said it all day, but yes I remember.” You roll your eyes and softly shove your body against his.
“Shut up! Let me finish pfft.” Kazunari tries not to laugh as he pulls you closer to him. “How would you like to make the future present.”
“Whatever do you mean Kazu? I have no idea what you are saying.” You tease him.
“I mean,” Kazunari stops walking and turns toward you. “Wanna make it official?”
You open your mouth to say something and then close it. Your lips start to quiver as a tear comes down your cheek. Kazunari quickly pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead.
“Why are you crying babe?” He questions.
“I’m just so happy��I’ve liked you for a while.” You sniff as Kazunari rubs your back.
“Me too Y/N…Me too.”
AHH THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE! I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to ask for another headcanon from the list of animes that I have, another A3! Character or perhaps…ANOTHER KAZU KAZU ONE! Thank you so much for reading!!! -Suki❤️
#a3#a3!#act addict actors#a3 act addict actors#a3 actor training game#kazunari miyoshi#a3 kazunari#a3! kazunari#DLNJF KAZUNARI IS ACTUALLY ADORABLE
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Princess - T.H. // 3
Pairing: Tom x Reader
Words: 869
*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*
Today is Tom’s day off and despite already having a bed, he still slept on the couch, because being the gentleman that he is, he let Y/N sleep on his new bed, Tom wakes up at 8:03 in the morning before sitting up and stretching. He stands up and goes to the kitchen to make him and Y/N some breakfast.
Just as he’s making a cup of coffee, he hears a knock on the door. He stops what he’s doing in confusion and asks himself, “Who could that be?” He walks to the door and opens it. There stands his best friend, Harrison Osterfield, fresh from London, with a smile on his face.
“I think you forgot that I’m moving in with you today, because I kept texting and calling you, but you didn’t answer. I assumed that you forgot so, I just went here by myself.” Harrison explains before entering the apartment.
He looks around and sits on the couch. Tom nods and remembers that he has a girl in his apartment. His eyes widen and look at Harrison. Harrison looks at him and asks, “What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He shakes his head and chuckles.
Tom clears his throat and says, “T-There’s a-- there’s a girl here. I met her last night when I saw her sleeping outside the apartment building.”
Harrison looks at him, “Are you crazy? You don’t just do that. What if she’s a serial killer?”
“I doubt it, Haz.” Tom rolls his eyes. “How could a girl be a serial killer?”
“Tom, regardless of someone’s gender or preference, anyone can be a serial killer.” Harrison says. “Where is she?”
“In my r--”
Tom gets cut off by the sound of the door of his room closing. He turns around and sees Y/N, fixing the creases of her dress. “Good morning, Tom!” she greets after fixing her dress.
“Oh, I didn’t know you had company.” she smiles at Harrison. “Hello, I’m Y/N. And you are?”
“I’m Harrison.” he smiles at her.
“Is it alright if I use your bathroom?” Y/N asks. Tom nods and gives her the direction. She goes to the bathroom and as soon as she’s in the bathroom, Harrison smirks at Tom and says, “You didn’t tell me that the girl is a pretty girl. I could’ve made myself look presentable.”
Tom rolls his eyes and heads to the kitchen to finish making breakfast, this time, for all three of them.
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“So let me get this straight, you’re a princess from a country called ‘Pivot’?” Tom asks after Y/N tells them the story of how she ended up in New York City.
“Paviet.” Y/N corrects.
“Such a div.” Harrison mutters under his breath. “And you escaped Paviet to explore the world, because your country is closed off?”
Y/N just nods.
“I’d do the same thing too.” Tom says. Harrison nods in agreement.
“Since it’s my day off, do you want me to show you around?” Tom asks.
“Is Harrison coming?” Y/N asks, the two boys reminded her of Philip and Royce, her best friends back home. Tom looks at Harrison and shrugs, “Yeah, I’ll come with you.”
“Okay! Who’ll take a shower first?” Tom asks.
“Me! I want to freshen up after a long flight.” Harrison says before standing up and going to the living room to open his suitcase and get his stuff out.
“Okay then.” Tom says. Y/N stands up and gathers all the dishes to put them on the sink.
“Y/N, please put them in the dishwasher.” Tom says, wiping the table. Y/N looks at him with a confused face. Tom looks at her and asks, “Do you not have dishwashers at Paviet?”
Y/N shakes her head, “I believe we don’t.”
Tom opens the dishwasher and puts the plates and cups there. He closes it and presses the button to make it work. He turns to Y/N, only to find her jaw dropping.
“Sorcery.” She whispers.
“Yeah, it’s pretty great.” Tom chuckles. Y/N smiles at him before thanking him for the breakfast and before telling him that she’ll be showering after Harrison.
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The three of them roam around New York City and they all seem to be having fun so far. They’re eating at a cafe and Tom asks where Harrison’s going to find a job.
“I think I’ll work where you’re working, but I’m not quite sure yet. Okay, if you need help just tell me.” Tom says.
“What about you, Y/N? Will you be getting a job or something?” Harrison asks.
“Job?” Y/N asks.
“Yeah so that you can earn money and buy whatever you want.” Tom says.
“Oh, right. I haven’t thought of that.” Y/N says truthfully.
“We’ll help you with that.” Tom smiles. “Thank you.” Y/N beams.
She didn’t know what it was, but something about the boys made her comfortable with them. She’s comfortable in being around them and she instantly feels safe. Something tells her that running away is the right decision and that she’ll be friends with these two for the rest of her life.
“Hey”, Tom speaks up after a moment of silence. Y/N and Harrison look at him and Tom smiles, “Welcome to New York.”
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-not proofread-
Sorry for the short chapter sksks I’ve a lot of things on my mind lately but I hope this update is okay
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tagged by @aboutthatmelancholystorm! thanks!!
height: 5′9
last thing i googled: the lyrics for dream a little dream of me by doris day
favourite musicians: this is gonna be long. My favourite band of all time is the killers, but currently ive been listening to a lot of the lumineers, pink floyd, sleeping at last, and the monkees. i also love tom rosenthal and nadine shah, who would be my favourite independent musicians. i listen to too much music.
song stuck in my head: dream a little dream of me!! but death on two legs and the full house theme song are always stuck in my head at any given moment sksk
followers: 57. i haven’t really been working to get any lol. on my old account (which i had for around 4 years) i had around 500, but i don’t use it at all anymore. still, i appreciate everyone who puts up with me switching what im blogging every week lmao!
following: 242. i recently followed maybe 100 band of brothers accounts and i have no clue if any of them are active though, so we’ll see lol
do you get asks: nah, but it’d mean the world if someone sent me one! (i will literally draw anyone i blog about - i’m that bored- just ask me)
amount of sleep: without my sleeping pills maybe 4 or 5, but with, during the schoolyear, a solid 7. 5 if i’m studying. during the summer around 9.
lucky number: 7! i was born on 7/7 and it’s just my favourite number. 3 is also a lucky number, but for other reasons
what are you wearing: green skinny jeans, a led zeppelin shirt, and a green bomber jacket, superman socks (i’m team batman though)
dream job: my unachievable dream job is to work in filmmaking, but it’s too risky for my preference, so i’d say professor at a university + archaeologist (like alex langlands ;) )
instruments: i’m currently teaching myself drums, and in about a week i’ll be teaching myself bass as well. i played violin in primary school and cello for about 4 years but nothing’s ever really stuck. i’ve wanted to play drums my entire life but my rhythm is so bad none of my teachers let me lmao
languages: i was supposed to be raised bilingual but my dad doesn’t know czech so he didn’t let my mom teach me. i taught myself czech, english is my first language, and i’m around b1 in french.
favourite song: this is really hard. sometime around midnight and andy you’re a star are probably my all time favourites, but light and jupiter by sleeping at last, 5am by amber run, whit winter hymnal by fleet foxes, dead sea by the lumineers, and us and them are my current picks.
random fact: i did ballet for 9 years. i’m now really really flexible and creep people out with it. i have such bad coordination and am so clumsy that it didn’t really amount to much, but i’d probably be a mess if i’d not done it.
aesthetic: this is another hard one. i have around 4
-main one. classy, fancy, proper. dress shirts and suits, gold linings, wine and books.
-main one ii. hippie? loose pants, peace and love, messy hair, yoga, self discovery, bell bottoms, bright colours
-life long one. 40s. dark green, military uniforms, victory curls, red lips, pretty dresses, heterosexuality.
-punk one. anarchy, pins everywhere, plaid pants, neon green shoelaces, bright pink hair, cut off jeans, destroy the government.
it all kind of mixes together. i try to present myself as the main one most often (going to the top school in central europe kind of requires that) but my closet is kind of a whirlwind of aesthetics.
i’m going to tag @gabstinycrocs and @kittenshark because they’re the only people i know on here. feel completely free to say i tagged you, it’s fun!
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