#i'm a changed woman holy moly

[seokminfilm]

calvin klein boyfriend 🎸 kim mingyu

♫ pairing, kim mingyu x reader ♫ warnings, non-idol au, model au, sweet fluff, established relationship, mingyu is a tease lowkey, boyfriend mingyu, whipped reader, mingyu is mentioned to be taller than reader, kissing, suggestive (if you squint), mingyu calls reader babe ♫ synopsis, calvin klein looked good on your boyfriend. annoyingly good.

♫ author's note, yes calvin klein mingyu is still driving me insane. yes i'm coping with wonwoo's enlistment notice. let's talk about something we don't all know 🧍 ANYWAYSSS hope you all enjoy this! first time writing for mingyu so we'll see how this goes 🙏

♫ now playing, unknown guy (lee youngji)

♫ word count, 571 | for @kstrucknet

"welcome home, mr. calvin klein," you tease lightly, pulling mingyu in for a tight hug as you breathe in his fading cologne. he chuckles lowly, chest firm as your head lies upon it. "was the shoot a success?"

"yeah, it was. the stylists kept complimenting me, too. i wish you would've been there─you would've been so jealous." mingyu has a devious look on his face, eyeing you down to gauge your reaction. used to stunts like this, you just smile, shaking your head as you run your hands over mingyu's bulging muscles.

"you really do look so good. the pictures you sent me a few hours ago have been stuck in my head." you let him lean down for a kiss, lips hot and soft against yours as he sighs against you, pulling away.

"i thought you'd like them. plus, i just wanted to show off for you. remind you that i'm yours, you know?" mingyu looks down at you with wide, innocent brown eyes, and your heart turns cartwheels in your chest, bringing a smile to your face.

"and what a great reminder it was, gyu," you sigh dreamily, and mingyu giggles, smile warm as he places his keys on the counter, stripping himself of his shoes and hat.

evenings like these were the best─seeing mingyu coming home from photoshoots was one of your favorite things to witness. being able to greet him at the door with a hug and kiss while telling him how well he did brought a smile and butterflies to your stomach every.

you followed mingyu to your shared bedroom without a second thought, hand encased in his bigger one as he threw his duffel bag to the floor.

"come here, babe. i missed you." mingyu powers off his phone, holding his arms open as you melt into his embrace. he rocks you slowly, pulling you away from him as he glances down at your lips.

"can i, babe?" mingyu asks, wetting his lips as he glances back up at you. he looks so soft like this, pliant and ready to kiss you and love you until you've had enough.

"please do, gyu." you sigh, and mingyu can't but grin, leaning in slowly as he closes his eyes. his warm lips meet yours in a quick swoop, and you're melting into him, rendered useless by his work. mingyu's so professional in the way he kisses you, knowing all the right ways to kiss you to get a reaction out of you.

once he pulls away, you're a sighing mess, body warm and face even warmer as mingyu tucks hair away from your burning face. he's feeling whatever you're feeling too, eyes blown wide and hands warm on your skin as he cups your cheeks gently.

sighing dreamily, you shake your head, letting mingyu's hands roam wherever they want as you make eye contact with him. his eyes are filled with so much longing and desperation, that it makes you want to do whatever he wants you to do, whenever he wants to do it.

"damn you and that calvin klein photoshoot, gyu." you laugh aloud, voice soft as mingyu kisses your neck softly, leaving warm marks along your skin. he chuckles, obviously amused by your weak insult.

"you're too cute. i love you." mingyu smiles, and you shake your head, kissing him once more as you reply. "not as much as i do, you big goofball."

[the-delta-42]

The 109th Suitor

Suitor: Hi, I'm Steve, and I'm the 109th Suitor. *Scene changes to Steve with the other 108 Suitors* Steve: *Voice over* Yeah, things were pretty great. Then our king and 600 men went to war over a woman. *Scene changes to Steve and some others waving Odysseus and his men off* Steve: The war lasted ten years, and the king didn't come back, so, we just started courting the Queen. Well, they did, I was of the opinion that the Prince should be crowned. Antinous: Over my dead body! Steve: They... did not like that at all. *Scene changes again to Steve listening to Antinous with the other suitors* Steve: I thought things were going pretty well, then Antinous tried to beat up the Prince. Antinous and the other suitors: *surrounding Telemachus* Fight little wolf, fight little wolf Steve: I was like, whoa, Antinous, he our future king! Antinous: *Laughs at him* Steve: Anyway, a few more years pass and the Queen comes out with her dead husband's bow, saying whoever could string it would be king! *Steve tries to string the bow and fails* Steve: Yeah... none of us could do it. Antinous: Screw this competition, we've been here for hours. None of us can string this, we don't have the power. Steve: Of course, I asked if it could be a puzzle. Then they started talking about killing the Prince and attacking the Queen! *Steve looks scared while an old man picks up the bow* Steve: *Looks at the old man, who strings the bow* Holy moly, guy's he's done it! Odysseus: *Shoots Antinous in the neck and looks at Steve* Steve: Holy shit you're- Odysseus: *Kills him.*

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

With the Vees making moves for power next season do you think this will cause Charlie to use her power to improve things in hell? I see Vees eventually push Charlie to doing this similar to Adam.

I hope?? I mean I love Charlie to death but good god girl get a grip. Charlie suffers for the billionaire superhero syndrome like Bruce Wayne - she started her pet project that will help only a few people instead of using her position to implement systemic changes that would decrease Overlord's influence and general crime rate. I KNOW it's not what the show is about but holy moly my socialst soul screams. I actually think Alastor and Rosie "guiding her potential" is a good thing (despite their obviously egoistical intentions) because this woman needs to learn how to do politics and govern in general (Lucifer is such a shitty king, seriously. I'm not judging him for being depressed, god knows I would be a shitty ruler too in this circumstances but facts are facts). Also if Charlie does nothing to help Angel get out of relationship with Valentino I will fucking riot because there's no trope that drives me bonkers more than the protagonist allowing others to suffer for the sake of marinating their of moral principles.

[valorianknights]

Freddie has some serious rizz.

I mean our sweet boi is dating a literal goddess.

I can just picture Freddie, this sweetheart who happens to be a walking pop culture dictionary, introducing her to this strange modern world and she's just dazzled or confused about it all.

He would probably take her to her first comic con with his family and she just admires and compliments all the artists and cosplayers, but never buys anything.

At least until she gets to the weapons and Rosa just says no.

After thinking about the movie, I realized that she's lost everything. Her family is gone and she only has the shazamily and the wizard as her allies. There's plenty of potential for angst if someone wanted to write it. Anthea probably blames herself for what happened, telling herself that "I could've done more to stop Kalypso" or "Maybe if was stronger no one would've been harmed" or even " I could've changed her mind, I could've saved my sister's from themselves".

I know she said she was going to stay in the mortal world for a while, so I'd like to think that the family let Anthea stay in the Rock of Eternity.

She could probably teach the shazamily about the gods and maybe cool subsets of their powers that they don't even know about.

I like the theory of Anthea being taken under Wonder Woman's wing to train as her apprentice and eventually becomes a new iteration of Wonder Girl. I mean they're cousins and she seems to be very curious but protective of humanity. I'll probably draw that idea some other day.

Billy probably teases Freddie all the time about his girlfriend, Darla would love to have a new person to have at her tea parties and Anthea would treat them as a serious event and announce Freddie as her plus one.

I'd like to think she would fall in love with ice cream like Diana, but also ( just for kicks and giggles) she would take a liking to Darla's Snickers flavored tea, much to Freddie and Billy's disgust.

Here's a small fun exchange:

Anthea: This is AMAZING. Freddie you have to try this!

Darla: Finally someone appreciates my refined tastes

Freddie: Uhh... wow... As much as I would love that, I'm actually allergic. Dang. A tragedy really.

Billy: Oh really? I don't remember that allergy?

Freddie: Yep, it's a recent development. Sucks.

Billy: Holy Moly! In that case you probably can't be anywhere near Ann...

Darla: and since she loves it so much you guys probably have to stop holding hands

Freddie:... What?

Darla: I asked Pedro why you guys always take so long leaving the lair and she told me that you guys were holding hands

Billy: Pffft....Oh my God 😂

Anthea: I thought we were kissing? And besides you said the tea tasted good yesterday.

Freddie: I didn't drink any tea yesterday

Anthea: But I did and after we kissed you said that you liked how my lip gloss tasted.

Darla: 👀

Billy: 👀

Freddie: 😳😳😳

Eugene: *Walks by the room* Busted~

Freddie: Mom said not to eavesdrop!

Eugene: I wasn't. I was using the bathroom and I could hear you guys. We have thin walls.

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And since neither of them asked the other out, I just like to imagine Freddie just making a sign on a poster board saying he thinks that she's smart cool and classy ( because I love the Owl House)

And reacts like this:

And then he comes from behind her and asks her out on a date .

I just want good things for them.

Sorry for the long post. I was just excited 😊

[cherrysimmer1]

Chapter 25

"I guess the guy's plan was to propose to Agnes soon after they'd get to that quiet park," Agatha said. "He declared his love and told her she was the woman he was willing to marry. He also said he wanted to spend the entirety of his life with her."

"Oohh…," Myrtle said.

"Not long after saying that though, his attitude completely changed."

"He started to tremble. He then looked behind him and looked back at her, all distraught. He looked behind again and looked around. There was cold sweat flowing all over his face… until he froze like a literal statue... and that's when he screamed his brain out."

"Holy freaking moly…," Myrtle whispered.

"The look on his face, according to Agnes, was pure fright. Agnes tried to describe it to me the best she could. As she was speaking, I could feel, I could 'see' the guy's terror reflected on her face. Needless to tell you how shocked she was by his unexpected behavior. An even stranger fact was the temperature all around them dropping instantly. A summer night in the middle of July that felt unusually freezing."

"My goodness, Aggy…" Myrtle murmured.

"Are you okay?" Agatha asked, noticing the visible worry on her friend's face.

"These events are starting to get to me. I think I might not be able to sleep tonight. "

"What?!…"

"I haven't had any nightmares in six weeks!" Myrtle said before sighting.

"Myrtle-"

"I'm getting scared and I dread to sleep in fear alone at the apartment! My sons aren't there to keep me company."

"Myrtle, listen-"

"At least with their presence at home, I know who to run to when I hear a strange noise in the middle of the night!"

"Myrtle, you'll be fine!" Agatha reassured. "There's nothing hiding in your apartment. Please, don't let this get to you or you'll end up scaring yourself."

Agatha met her friend's eyes, "Do not let fear set into your mind. Apparently Agnes partners seem to be the target of these unknown events. Not her family, not her friends, and certainly not her neighbors. Nothing is coming after you."

"B-but... but what if it does? What if it spreads like a disease to other people? To anyone that Agnes has ever known?

"Myrtle, do not give into that kind of fear. That's one way to attract the negative. Get a hang of yourself, nothing will happen to you. We've yet to know what type of 'force' we're dealing with and now is not the time to dwell on 'what ifs', you hear me?"

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[that-tall-queer-bassist]

The Circe Saga

woke up and tried to do other thing but couldnt stop thinking about this fucking musical (concept album)

Puppeteer

The piano kinda transitioning over from Ruthlessness is good, along with the waves you can hear in the beginning

"Captain" AUGH the distance because theyre not equals and they never will be they never have been.

The tension rising when Eurylachus came back (sorry if i spelled it wrong)

THE DRUM pounding is so good

"What was it?" "A woman" "what." BRO HE SOUNDS SO UNIMPRESSED.

okay then more impressed but still omg

i wanna see circe so badly she sounds so pretty. i'd give her my soul.

the back and forth :brainfull:

Yes Circe you do have all the power i believe you

hmm Eurylachus wants to leave them... hmmmm.......

"There's no length I wouldn't go if it was you i had to save" GJAFKHH BITING TEARING CLAWING

good ending

Wouldn't You Like

THE GIGGLEs AHHHH

the strumming is also great

he's totally flirting thats a flirty voice i swear to fucking, well, hermes

odysseus's voice when he says the name XD so awe

AHHHH THIS CHORUS GOES SO HARD

it itches my brain so good

and the verse

and it all. i love it so much maybe this is my favorite song

also can i just say hermes has such flair its so good its amazing yes and the little vocal flourishes ahhhhhhhhhh

the rhymes here make my brain happy

"Holy Moly"

HIS LAUGH

aughhhhhh this is such a good song this might be my favorite actually

such a good fucking song omg <- aware theyre repeating themself

the soft "thank you" my heart

"Don't thank me friend, you very well may die" FUCKING GREAT

Done For

The strings have such power in this song omg

this song also has rhymes that itch my brain good omg i love the lyrics for this one i forgot

the might be my favorite saga

the break into regular talking is so good and really makes the chorus pop so well

the rhyme scheme goes hard

oh its actually called moly?

HA she called his bluff so fast

their duet.... ough.......

the music really does set the mood so well, even with the transition to circe being defeated

"I'm not sure I follow" as the end? HA

There Are Other Ways

The stringsssss yes yes yes

this song is so sensual and i cant even tell you why, it just is. I would be a fucking goner if Circe sang this to me

the percussion coming in with odysseus is so good

The return of just a man ajghsjjhj

OUGH him singing about penelope is so good i can't even, it really does reflect his longing and yearning

love the rhyming of circe and mercy

the change of the meaning of "there are other ways" !!! Ahhh!!!!!

the thud when she says "dead" and then the change to Underworld's vibes omg

The change of the meaning of the title again!!! aghhhhhH!!!!!!! im so fucking hype

the addition of more strings in this section is so good

"and maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no more" PLEASE

the overlapping with the men with the puppeteer lines when she turns them back into men!!

Live Reaction of my SECOND listen through of EPIC: The Musical

okay i want my Thoughts after finishing the first listen through today (over the course of a week) but i need to listen Again so here we fucking go peoples. Reblogging with each new saga to keep things organized a bit :)

The Troy Saga

we start!!

The Horse And The Infant

"little ajax stay back" 🥺

"You're not ready"

"I could raise him as my own" I WISH PLEASE

the whole section with overlapping dialogue of possibilities and the tragic ends they would lead to

i wanna know who that guy speaking was i don't remember

Just a Man

its so tragic how this infant reminds him of his own son like what the fuck thats so fucked up how could jorge do this to us. OW.

"close your eyes and spare yourself the view" Q^Q

this whole song gets me. especially paired with WolfyTheWitch's animatic to it. augh.

GOD knowing that all of these metaphors come back later and become Relevant i CANT OMG

"Forgive me" is probably the worst thing he could say because i do and i can't at the same time, but he's not asking me to forgive him, he's asking this INFANT who he KILLED AUGH

Full Speed Ahead

600 men. 601 with Odysseus

god this really is just setting the scene huh. and well!!

He really did wanna go home as fast as he could

OH MY GOD MY BOI I FORGOT ABOUT HIM AND HIS OPEN ARMS

his voice is like. angelic. wow.

"and if we don't return, then 600 men can make this place burn" i forgot about that woah

Open Arms

"My friend" my heart hurts

"This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms" oh sweet boy

the sound of a sword being drawn is so good omg

"600 friends are waiting for us to show our faces" XD bruh not subtle

EVEN LESS SUBTLE

Polites i love you

"My friend" you are friends yes please remember that please

Oh i forgot the lotus eaters sent them to "this food filled cave"

"I see in your face there is so much guilt in your heart" AUGH MY BOY

the repeating by odysseus...

"You can relax my friend" at the end like AUGH thats so GOOD and then the immediate next song being Warrior of the Mind !!! very good very tragic

Warrior of the Mind

immediately the music change raises the tension

the way Odysseus immediately knows who she is, hears or something, i love it so much.

"Have you forgotten your purpose? Let me remind you." AUGH hes not a man, but a tool

He seems like more of a conquest or trophy than a person to her, which is fair given he's a mortal and she's a goddess but damn this really does just keep happening to him, being a gods plaything huh?

THIS CHORUS GOES SO SO HARD THOUGH

"Maybe one day he'll follow me and we'll make a greater tomorrow" the way she sings this makes my brain so happy

the whole chorus just scratches my brain in such a good way omg

the slowness. "show yourself"

HIS LITTLE LAUGH

the whole exchange honestly

"nah, don't be modest, i know you're a goddess, so lets be honest-" YES YES YES

"YOU ARE ATHENA" WOOOOOOOOOOOO CLAPPING CHEERING

his description of her is great

"goddess and man, bestest of friends!" "We'll see where it ends" "okay" asdghkjsa im wheezing

THEIR DUET

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

"ending on "don't disappoint me" is so mean

[pettyrevenge-base]

Holy moly I'm riding the high of a lifetime from petty revenge.

I'll keep this as short as possible. I was biking around downtown and got a flat tire, so I went to the nearest shop to get it fixed. They only allow 1 person in the store at a time due to covid, so when it was my turn I went inside and talked to the middle-aged woman at the cash. To be honest she wasn't very polite, but I thought nothing of it because not only do I work in retail and know what it's like, but everything is x10 worse right now due to covid. So anyways after tolerating her for a few minutes she tells me to wait outside until the bike is ready. Cool, no problem.

I wait outside for maybe 15 minutes or so before I see my bike get brought back up to the cash. I waited a few more minutes for the lady to invite me back inside, but to no avail. After a few more minutes of waiting I let myself inside to which she said "Excuse me, your bike isn't ready yet. Wait outside until I tell you it's ready." Cool, no problem.

I gave her another 15 minutes of my time before letting myself back inside, and we had this exchange:

Lady: "do you not like to listen? I told you to wait until your bike is ready."

Me: "I'm sorry, I just noticed the repairman bring the bike back up and I think it's ready."

Lady: "Too bad, it hasn't been fixed yet."

This broke me, so I just said "Okay thanks for your time, I'll be leaving." She looked a little flustered but nonetheless held the door open for me as I grabbed my bike, walked outside, and rode away with a free tire change!

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[sparklingdust4612]

Reviewing "Naked in Brooklyn" by the amazing @mega-aulover!!

Favourite parts:

1- "Our baby is going to look like you, and she is going to be gorgeous and I'm going to fight the boys off with my paintbrush and rolling pin."

2- "Holy moly, it's you," The kid pointed at Katniss. "The Brooklyn Bridge Chick! OH Man! I remember me and my friends were hanging out in my apartment and there you were stretched out on the hood of that car looking soooo hot! Congrats man you knocked her up, if your baby's a girl and looks remotely like your wife, I'll wait for her."

"Come on," Peeta snarled. He took her by the hand and headed outside. He growled, "You'll use my phone for now."

Katniss waited until they reached the cross walk, before she grinned questioned playfully "You still want a little girl, that looks like me?"

Peeta looked to his wife then to the sign. "Maybe we should look into home schooling until she's twenty five."

3- ";-) Say, speaking of cute hidden things, how are the freckles under that left but cheek?"

"What the hell Jo, I don't need t know about your love life!"

"No but I need to know about yours, tell me how do you and lover boy do it with your bump in the way?"

"Goodnight JO!"

"I'm serious do you guys do it backwards, doggie, do you sit on a chair?"

4- "Our little bun wants to meet their papa."

"Our little bun has to stay in the oven for a little more time." Peeta said quietly.

5- He was born Rye but he didn't like the inference to bread so he changed it to Ruben. Katniss was the only one who told him that he named himself after a sandwich.

6- "I feel ill just picturing your mother that way Peeta. She's so mean."

"Well they took Polaroid's it was Ruben who found them while we were playing hide and go seek. He was hiding underneath the bed, they were wedged between the metal slats and the mattress."

Katniss recalled what Prim said about kids getting into the darndest places. She rubbed her belly. "No wonder Ruben's messed up."

"In our defense I was two but Ruben was like five. He didn't know what he was looking at but Graham knew and he shouted it throughout the house."

7- "Good, recognition is the first step in becoming human."

8- "My sister is a survivor just like her daughter. She'll make it. She doesn't give up, and she's as stubborn as Peeta. Trust me; those two can't survive without each other. They don't need each other or so they claim but they can't make it out of the door without being attached at the hip."

9- "Have you seen our baby?"

"Your mom showed me pictures." Katniss shrugged though she couldn't contain her glee. "She's okay, I think we can keep her."

This story started out as really funny but by the end had me sobering up (only a tiny bit lol) I hated how the Mellarks and many treated Katniss like shit. I am dying imagining lil Katniss and lil chubby Peeta holding hands awwwwww!!! I also love Louie the fish (God bless all alive and dead Louie's lol) And Miss Carrie, god gotta love that woman, kickass, blunt and overall awesome. Where can I find one of those again? ;)

Katniss and Peeta's love in this is so sweet and innocent and ughhhh i am going crazy because they're just too cute!!

I love you cutie pie Fathiee!!!!

[lefaystrent]

that one kid!logan ask featuring the teenage sides in their adult bodies. like that anon radiates big brain energy. i'm just imagining Logan tracking one of them down, and their shock that oh he really was as old as he said he was, he wasn't joking. And they break down crying, because nothing makes sense anymore but at least Logan is still Logan, he's still his no nonsense logical self no matter what he looks or sounds like.

Back to the Future

 Fandom: Thomas Sanders,Sanders Sides

 Pairings: platonic LAMP

 Word Count: 3444

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Patton wakes up in a very strangeplace indeed.

Someone shakes him awake. He becomesimmediately aware that he’s sleeping at a desk.

“You’ve got to actually go homesometimes, Patton,” someone chides him lightheartedly.

“Wha-?” Patton breaks off in a yawnand stretches.

His back pops, and the sound seemsto snap him awake. He’s in an unfamiliar office. There are stacks of paperworkand folders and letters, everything kept in an organized disarray. A womanstands next to him, smiling yet slightly worried.

“Got your morning cup of joe,” shesays, sitting a Starbucks cup in front of him.

“Who’s Joe?” Patton says dumbly,still trying to process whether or not this is a dream.

The woman laughs and doesn’t givehim an actual answer. She lets herself out of the office. Patton blinks in thewake of her absence.

That’s when he realizes that beyondthe open doorway, there are more desks with more people. All of them adults andbusy working.

Patton takes his glasses off to rubat his eyes. He’s about to put them back on when he notices something thattwists his stomach.

These aren’t his glasses.

They’re a sleek black, rectangular.Unlike his usual round pair.

He puts them back on slowly.

They’re his prescription.

Confused, Patton looks down athimself.

Why is he wearing a watch? He neverwears a watch. Has he ever owned a watch?

And his clothes. He has poloshirts, but this isn’t one of his. And the pants and shoes. Wait, why is therea cardigan tied around his shoulders?

Patton hurriedly glances around theroom. The desk faces the door. Behind him is a window.

He catches sight of his reflectionin the glass. He looks like a dad. He looks like his dad.

“Holy moly,” Patton whispers,because past his reflection he can see the hustle and bustle of the big city.

They’re like a bajillion floors up.

Unnerved, Patton jumps to his feet.No amount of looking out the window can change what he sees. He attempts tomake sense of the desk he’d been sitting at. He eyes the coffee.

“I don’t like coffee,” he says tohimself, as if that’s the biggest thing wrong with this picture.

“Patton,” someone knocks on thedoor and he jerks his head up. “Meeting. Fifteen minutes.”

Patton stares at the man for longerthan what’s polite. He’s never met this man, but he could easily picture him asone of his dad’s fishing buddies. And yet, he knows Patton’s name.

“Meeting?” he echoes.

The man sighs. “You forgot again,didn’t you? Well, this is why I’m reminding you.” He goes to duck out butremembers something. “Oh, and uh, might wanna spruce up a little bit. Gottastop pulling the all-nighters. That’s my job, ha!”

“Right,” Patton smiles, rushing tofix his mess of hair. He waits for the man to leave before letting his smiledrop.

Just what has he gotten himselfinto?

*

Patton can’t do this.

Before he can try to slip out ofthe offices, the nice lady from before catches up to him. She redirects him tothe place of the meeting the man mentioned before.

“Honestly sir,” she shakes her headin exasperation, as if she’s done this a million times and Patton is just aforgetful puppy.

“Right, just got turned around!” heclaims. She doesn’t even look at him weirdly, just leaves him there by aconference type of room. And then the people inside are already trying to talkto him and he can’t just ignore them, so he goes inside and sits andsmiles and nods and panics on the inside.

The man who told him about themeeting is there. He’s apparently in charge and dives right into things,talking about circulation and how it’s down and they need to get it up, and whatdoes medical stuff have to do with anything?

But that isn’t the case at all. Ifnothing else, Patton is an excellent listener. In this room are journalists andwriters and editors, and this is a newspaper? These people work at a newspaper?They think Patton works at a newspaper?

With sweaty palms, Pattondesperately reaches into his pocket hoping to find his phone. He finds aphone at least. It’s … got to be his if it was in his pocket, right? Justlike with the strange glasses and different clothes. He also finds a wallet hedoesn’t recognize and opens it.

There’s his driver’s license. Thepicture is him, but … weird? Something’s really off about it. And the dates… the issue date is … in the future? And the address? That’s not hisaddress! That’s not even the right city!

“Patton?” someone says and suddenlythe room is staring at him all at once.

Patton tries to speak. He tries to keepingsmiling. He really, really tries.

“I can’t do this,” he gasps out. Hestands abruptly, almost knocking over his chair. Someone or multiple someone’scall after him, but he races out. He doesn’t know where he’s going. He justspeed walks down the halls, avoids eye contact with those he passes, and leapsinto the first elevator he spots.

He smashes the button for theground floor. He’s alone inside and there’s no pretty elevator music, andPatton’s breaths echo off the wall far too loudly.

“What’s going on?” Patton whimpersto no one, doing his best to hold it together. He’s not going to cry. He’s not.He just needs to—to try to call someone. Get back to familiar territory.

He pulls out the cellphone again,hoping that his gut feeling is right. The lock screen lights up, and withoutthinking he uses his regular passcode.

It works.

Patton doesn’t think past hisrelief. He struggles to find a contact’s list.

“C’mon, c’mon,” he whispers.

The doors ding open. There’s a lobbyarea with a couple of secretaries running a front desk. Patton can feel theireyes on him like pins pricking his skin. He smiles, trying not to cringe, andforces himself to leave the elevator and walk out the front doors. Rather thanstray too far, he wanders to the nearby parking lot.

Patton finds his parents’ numberson the list. Neither one of them pick up. He tries to call his older brother.No answer either. He even sees his little brother’s name, but since when didDee have a phone? He was only ten and their parents said he wasn’t allowed toget a cellphone until high school.

He tried anyway. No surprise, hedidn’t pick up.

“Just—somebody please,”Patton begs under his breath.

There are so many names in thecontact’s list, way more than what his usual phone has, and so many names thathe doesn’t know. He scrolls way down to the bottom, trying to find Virgil’sname. Virgil’s name isn’t there. Frustrated, Patton scrolls back to the top,searching for Logan’s name, but he double checks and that isn’t there either!

“I don’t like this, I don’t likethis,” Patton chants. He takes in a huge shaky breath, closing his eyes andcovering his mouth for a minute.

Why weren’t their names there? Whywouldn’t his parents pick up? Why did he wake up in a newspaper office?

“Roman,” Patton says, swallowingdown the lump in his throat. He brings the phone up to search again. “I haven’tchecked his name. There’s still Roman.”

Patton chokes out a relieved laughwhen he finds Roman’s name there. He quickly mashes the call button.

It rings forever and ever. His callis forwarded to voice mail.

“Can’t come to the phone right now,but if you’ll leave a message, my handsome self will get back to you,” the familiarvoice says. The phone beeps, signaling the message is being recorded.

“Ro?” Patton asks, one last sparkof hope that he’ll pick up. That he won’t be so painfully alone.

But no one’s coming to rescue himand get him out of this mess.

“Ro, kiddo … please, pleasecall me, okay? I—I think something’s happened, and it’d sure be great to hearfrom you. Alright kiddo. Love you. Bye-bye.”

He’s on his own.

*

Patton manages to calm down enoughto find his car. He has keys in his pocket, so there’s gotta be a car nearby,right?

He’s right and there it is, asunfamiliar as everything else. The headlights flare, the doors unlock, andPatton stares at the powder blue paint job.

“It’s not stealing if I have thekeys,” Patton firmly tells himself.

He opens the car door and slidesinside. There’s a half drank water bottle in the cupholder. Envelopes addressedto him sit in a small pile in the passenger’s seat. A colorful necklace hangsfrom the rearview mirror, a rainbow charm hanging off of it.

Patton glances at his driver’slicense again, but the information remains unchanged.

“Guess there’s only one way to findout,” he mutters to himself as he pulls up gps on his phone. He types theaddress in and starts the car.

It’s the most stressful drive ofhis life, and yet it passes in a blur. There’s so much traffic, more than he’sever had to drive in before, and someone honks their horn on him when heaccidentally cuts them off.

“Sorry, sorry!” Patton says overand over again. He listens with absolute focus to the directions his phonetells him.

After a frantic twenty minutes andthree wrong turns, Patton makes it to a residential district. It’s a peacefulsuburban neighborhood, not entirely unlike the one he grew up in.

Patton drives slowly and reads themailboxes off as he goes. He finds ‘his’ house.

It’s … nice.

He pulls into the driveway. Theengine quiets as he turns the key.

He could see himself living there.That’s the scariest part.

Patton exits the car. He stares upat the house, the too big, too nice house that can’t be his.

This can’t be real.

“Patton!”

He startles and looks towards theneighbor’s house. There’s a woman, maybe around thirty? She’s taking out thetrash.

“Did you finally get a day off?”she laughs in greeting.

Patton rubs the back of his neckand tries to laugh too. “Oh, you know me.”

Yes he’s aware of how ironic hisstatement is.

He glances quickly at the woman,her yard, anything that might strike a memory. He draws a blank as he stares ata little kid’s bicycle parked by the porch steps.

“Uh, how are the kids?” Patton says.

They talk for far too long. Pattondraws on everything that he’s learned from Roman about acting.

In the back of his head he’sscreaming.

*

Patton sits on his living roomcouch.

It’s got to be his couch. This hasto be his house. All the mismatched furniture has to be his too.

Patton can see himself buying the house,having his friends over to help move in. He can hear Roman and Virgil arguingover Patton’s poor choice in décor, how they would squabble over how todecorate. Logan would be there too, giving his own input and worrying more overfunctionality than aesthetics.

Gosh Patton could really use a friendright now.

Earlier, as he’d snooped around, he’dfound pictures. Lots of pictures. Many of them with him in it. Lots of oneswith his family, with Roman.

There were hardly any with Virgil,and those were pretty much the ones he’d already seen before, the ones he knewhe had. Ones taken from high school with him and Ro.

There’s none at all with Logan.

Patton doesn’t know whether or notthat’s more concerning than the other thing he noticed about the pictures.

Everyone looks kinda … different.

Kinda older. Too old.

He saw a picture of his olderbrother and nearly didn’t recognize him. He saw one where Dee looked all grownup!

Patton stares down at his hands.They’re a little bigger than he remembers. A little rougher.

It’s like he’s woken up in adifferent world.

Maybe if he went to sleep, he’dwake up in the right place again?

Patton falls to the side, sinkinginto the cushions.

He closes his eyes and tries not tothink.

*

Patton wakes up to the sound ofbanging. He wipes at his face, sitting up with a groan.

It’s still daylight, but the sunhas shifted. It’s more afternoon now. The banging is coming from the frontdoor.

Patton’s still in his house that hedoesn’t remember buying.

Hopeless despair grips his hearttight, and he’s too tired to do anything other than accept it.

He rises to his feet. There’s nothingelse he can do. He might as well see who’s at the door.

He opens the front door to find asharply dressed man. He’s wearing a black polo with a blue-striped tie andslacks. His dark hair is a mess, like he’d rushed out the door withoutbothering to comb it down. He’s wearing glasses that look a lot like the ones Pattonwears now. The glasses do nothing to hide the wide brown eyes.

“Patton,” the man says, emphasizingthe name like it should mean something, like he was waiting for Patton toreact.

Patton cocks his head to the side.This is … this is …

“Salutations,” the man says and itall clicks into place.

“Logan?” Patton breathes out.

Logan sighs heavily, leaning intothe doorframe with slumped shoulders.

“It appears that we are in a complicatedsituation,” his friend says in a timbre far deeper than the little kid he onceknew.

Patton stops hesitating. He surgesforward and throws his arms around Logan.

“I was so scared,” Pattonsays, and he’s gone straight into crying. All of those built-up emotions areoverflowing now. “Logan, I—I woke up and there was—I wasn’t home, and therewere people, and they knew me but I didn’t know them. And I panicked andran away and—my driver’s license is weird! It said my address was here so I cameto check it out because nobody was picking up—I tried to call, nobody wouldpick up. Nobody would—”

“Patton, it is okay,” Logan reassureshim.

Patton can feel Logan’s armswrapped around him, a comforting hand resting on the back of his head to groundhim. It occurs to him that Logan must be an inch or two taller now.

“It’s okay,” he says again. “I’mhere now, and we will figure this out together.”

“Logan … what’s going on?” Pattonsniffs, his eyes burning and wet.

“… it appears that we are in thefuture.”

“Oh …” Patton says because that’sall he can say. “Oh … okay.”

He hugs Logan tighter.

*

“But how would this even happen?”Patton asks. He’s back to sitting in the living room. Logan’s pacing back andforth in front of him and it’s kind of distracting in a sense that Patton ismesmerized at seeing how much Logan has grown up. He’d always acted too maturefor his age, and now he looks it too!

Logan doesn’t break stride as heanswers, “You woke up like this, correct? There weren’t any inklings of the . .. ‘process’ that must have brought us here?”

“No—I mean, yes I woke up andsuddenly everything was different, but I don’t remember anything weird thathappened before that.”

“What do you remember beforethat?”

“I—” Patton goes to answer but he findshe can’t say for sure. “I … might have went to bed?”

“Might?”

“I don’t really remember.”

“You don’t remember what happenedyesterday.”

“Not really. I’m—I’m not sure whatI remember last actually. Logan, what does that mean? Did I hit my head?”

“If that’s the case, then I musthave hit mine as well.” Logan stops pacing and shakes his head to dismiss theidea. “No, I hypothesize that this is merely a side-affect to time travel.”

“Time travel … We really timetraveled.” Patton might still be struggling to process this.

“It would seem so,” Logan answers. “Idon’t have enough evidence to deduce our situation accurately, but from what I’vegathered I am not entirely sure that time traveling in one’s own body ispossible. Instead, our consciousness is what has traveled and arrived in ourself of the time we’ve landed in.”

“What?”

“What I’m saying is that it mightbe impossible to travel to the future and meet your future self. There is onlyone you at any given time, so instead your consciousness travels to the you ofthat time, possessing them as it were. That’s why we appear older in a future settingwithout any memory of the years in between.”

“That’s … a lot to take in.”

“Indeed.”

Patton’s back to staring at his hands.He feels the couch dip beside him, Logan sitting down.

“… you’re acting reallylevel-headed about this,” Patton observes.

“I suppose I am adept at compartmentalizing.”

“… Logan? Are you really fromthe future?”

And there it is. One of the theoriesthat he and Virgil and Roman had jokingly thought about Logan. Their strange littlegenius friend, too mature unlike any kid should be.

Somehow it all makes sense now.

“I think you already know theanswer, Patton,” Logan says, not hiding behind anything.

Patton looks at him. Really looksat him. The face might have changed a lot, but those guileless blue eyes arethe same as always.

“Is this what happened to you?”Patton asks. And oh, he can imagine it. Logan waking up as a little kid, scaredand confused and trying to make the most of it.

“Yes. I woke up much like this. Inever could remember exactly what happened to me previously. Time travel seemsto affect memory.”

“But why us? What did we do?”

“That I have no answer for. But asit started with me, I can only apologize if my presence in your life caused youto get caught up in this.”

“No, no kid—I mean, Logan. This isn’tyour fault. How can it be when you don’t even remember?”

“The fact that I can’t rememberdoes not absolve me. I could possibly have instigated this and simply bear nomemory of the fact.”

“But I know you wouldn’t doanything to hurt or scare me or anyone else.”

“There are too many variables,”Logan responds, a non-answer.

Patton reaches over to place a handon his forearm. He squeezed. “Logan, I trust you. We’ll figure this puzzle out,together.”

“Together …” Logan repeats in amumble. “If you’re here like this, it’s possible that we are not the only ones.”

Patton gasps, patting urgently atLogan’s arm. “I tried to call my family but they wouldn’t pick up. And then Icalled Roman, but he wasn’t there—but Logan! I don’t have Virgil’s number forsome reason. Or yours!”

“You don’t?”

“No! And come look at this!”

Patton drags him from the couch.They go look at the pictures on the wall.

Patton doesn’t need to tell Loganwhat’s wrong with them.

“Virgil doesn’t appear much at all,if in any, after high school. I myself am entirely absent from these.”

“And that doesn’t sound like me atall.” Patton frowns. “I love taking pictures with people. I should have a bunchof all of my best friends.”

“Unless we’re not your friends.”

Patton stares at him, notcomprehending. For once Logan understands the shift of his mood. He lays a handon Patton’s shoulder.

“Much can happen over the years.People lose touch all the time, especially after the high school years.”

Patton shakes his head slowly indisbelief. “But—but I wouldn’t! Not with Virgil or you!”

“Yes, maybe with Virgil. If he’snot here in your pictures and you don’t have his number, then it is extremelylikely that you do not communicate seldomly if at all. As for me, I thinksomething different has occurred.”

Tears gather in Patton’s eyes. Hegrabs onto Logan’s wrist. “What do you mean? That we’re not friends in thefuture?”

“Not just that we aren’t friends,”Logan answers. “In this timeline, I don’t think we met at all.”

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