#idk i bought a skirt and was like. wow a skirt i can wear to get used to wearing them!!

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

struggling to find a ren fair outfit. it’s gonna be 85 out, so i can’t do super fancy distinguished guy. options are limited to slightly lame hobbit, wench, or more fancy basic skirt i wore for a party earlier this year

[lordsukunas]

never make him love me

tldr: you’re determined to confess to teen!gojo, but your chances of success are literally 0.

cw: angst/no comfort... sorry? reader is a bit very delusional n kinda weird, gojo may be a bit ooc, no curse au, gender neutral (i think) but reader is wearing a skirt, and im p sure this is not very accurate to the actual japanese school system. not beta read btw

a/n: this has been in my drafts for too long... whoops! trying a different divider but i don’t rlly like it. also does reader count as a girl/boyfailure here or not? they kinda strange tbh :/ idk lol, hope yall enjoy getting rejected by gojo n can yall guess who hes already in love w

you’re in love with gojo satoru.

which, to be fair, a lot of people are. he’s a pretty face: soft, snow-white hair with bright cerulean eyes that draws anyone and everyone in. a big, gorgeous smile, and long, muscular limbs that you just know would feel so good wrapped around you.

plenty of people have confessed to him, and all of them have been rejected. that should be enough to put you off, to make you face the reality that gojo may not be madly in love with you, but it just makes you more determined. he’s just rejecting everyone else because he’s waiting for you!

that has to be it, right?

definitely, you think as you skip to gojo’s classroom. you can feel the weird stares from students (and even a teacher or two), but they don’t matter. you’re going to confess to gojo satoru, damn it, and nothing’s getting in the way.

it’s lunch period, thankfully, which means he’ll be with geto and ieiri. that’s good — his best friends will be there to watch him declare his reciprocated love for you.

you slide the door open, love letter and two packs of kasugai gummies in one hand. a few students in the room glance up at you, including gojo!

the two of you lock eyes — well, you think you do. it’s a bit difficult to tell, but his head is facing your direction, so he’s totally looking at you. he’s noticing you!!!

you bite your lip to stifle the giggle bubbling up in your chest and walk up to the perfect trio (hopefully, soon to be quadruple). “hi, gojo,” you say, a nervous yet giddy smile on your face.

“... hey?” he exchanges looks with geto before focusing back on you. “do i know you?”

okay, ouch. you literally sat behind him in chemistry, but, whatever. don’t focus on the little things!

“um, probably not, but!” you hold out the envelope with a heart sticker as the seal. “i have something to tell you.”

“uh... okay.” gojo scratches the back of his neck, then takes the letter. he slides his finger under the seal, tearing it open, and pulls the letter out. he unfolds it, and both geto and ieiri lean in to also read it.

a frown tugs at the corners of your lips. the words were meant for just gojo, not those two. although... does it really matter? you’re just proving that you’re a good fit for their best friend.

after a drawn out moment of silence, gojo chuckles, albeit awkwardly. “wow, uh... this is a lot.”

you nod. “yeah!” you also hand him the packs of gummies, which he takes a bit more eagerly than the letter and sets them on his desk. “so, um...”

your heart has been hammering in your chest this entire time, but now it feels like it’s trying to escape. sweat accumulates on your palms, and you resist the urge to wipe them on your skirt.

this is the big moment.

you hope and pray and plead to whatever being that’s out there for gojo to accept and reciprocate your feelings. with all the manifesting and ‘love spells’ you’ve done, it should work. gojo satoru is most definitely in love with–

“this is nice, but, uh, i’m not interested.”

...

what?

you blink down at him, and now you’re the one chuckling nervously. “i’m sorry?”

maybe you misheard. that had to be it, right? there’s no way he isn’t in love with you. you bought him gummies, you wrote him a letter, you spent countless hours researching and trying different manifestation methods, you prayed at the shrine, you learned his schedule so that you could pass by him on the way to class, you did everything for him.

he scratches the back of his neck again before refolding the letter and putting it back into the envelope. “i’m not really interested in a relationship right now. you’re probably really cool and stuff, so don’t take it personally.”

no, no, no, no. this isn't how this was supposed to go! he was supposed to say yes! what happened? what did you do wrong?

now you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of his friends. his best friends. how are you supposed to come back from this? thank god no one else in the room is paying attention right now.

heat creeps up the back of your neck and spreads to your face. sweat is drenching your palms, blood is roaring in your ears, and you really want to melt into the ground never to be seen again. you’re pretty sure your heart just shattered into a trillion pieces and a shard pierced your lungs, because you cannot breathe.

you then feel a hand on your forearm, and you jolt. it’s ieiri. “hey, are you–”

“i’m fine!” you blurt, and a few heads turn in your direction. you take the envelope back from gojo, spin on your heel, and rush out of the classroom.

damn it.

you’re pushing past people to get to the restroom, and you slam the stall door shut before locking it.

you’re so stupid. how could the gojo satoru be in love with you?

the tears finally spill from your eyes, running down your cheeks, and you let your face fall into your hands as you sob.

idiot, idiot, idiot.

you should’ve known you wouldn’t be any different. he wasn’t waiting for you. he’ll never be waiting for you. you never had a chance, and in your defense, no one did.

gojo’s heart has already been claimed by someone else, and if you were a little smarter, you’d know exactly who it is.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Hey b, so mildly obsessed with your work (and possibly being your friend because you seem cool🥺) anyways idk if you’re taking requests rn it’s cool if you’re not but like I just bought a cute white golf skirt (it makes my waist look snatched and my booty popping 💁🏻‍♀️) and I can’t stop thinking about working at a golf course and tommy being like oh shit 👀 and all the guys are like nah they’re out of your league mate 😂 anyways I hope you have a good day and I like your tattoo!

Thank you, thank you. FYI I kept this one very non-binary/not explicitly gendered so anyone could enjoy ☺️

"Holland!" Harrison finally snaps Tom out of his trance from where he'd been staring at you. He gestures to the green, "Take the damn shot." He grumbles. Tom shakes his head of the thoughts about you, taking the shot which misses the hole by half an inch. He hums as he glances over his shoulder and steps out of the way for Sam, 

"You guys got time for a drink after?" He asks. Harrison raises an eyebrow, 

"This about Y/N again?" He poses. Tom shrugs, 

"No… just could go for a cold one." He murmurs. Harry chuckles, 

"Mmhmm. You do know Y/N is out of your league right? They're way too pretty for you." He tells his older brother. Tom rolls his eyes, 

"It's not about Y/N." He growls. Harry rolls his eyes, 

"Yeah… sure." 

"I've got time." Sam mumbles. Harry and Harrison ultimately agree, the four of them finishing their round before heading for the clubhouse. Tom swallows, heart pounding out of his chest as they enter the bar, sitting at a free table in the middle of the room. Tom watches you take drinks onto your tray, delivering them to their table before you approach, 

"Hey guys… long time no see. Same as usual?" You pose. They each mumble in agreement or nod as you scribble down on a pad, glancing out at them. Tom swallows as you offer a smile, 

"Be right back." When you turn, Tom's eyes slide to the skirt you're wearing. Obviously it's got shorts under it, it's a golf skirt, but Tom can't help but wonder what it would be like if you weren't wearing a tennis skirt, if you were wearing just a normal skirt. He licks his lips as you lean on the bartop, watching your coworker crack open four beers before he sets them on your tray and you turn back towards the boys. Harrison smacks his arm, 

"Ask them for their number." He goads. Tom frowns,

"No way, they'd say no." 

"No they wouldn't. You're Tom Holland, you're irresistible. Go for it." Before anymore can be said, you lean over and deliver four beers to their group, smiling at them, 

"Anything else?" You ask. Harrison glances at Tom, but when nothing pops up, you turn and start away. Harrison gives a good shove to Tom's shoulder before Tom stumbles to a stand. He clears his throat and smoothes over his pole before he starts towards the bar where you've retreated again, 

"Uhm… Y/N…" He starts. You turn, smiling up at him, 

"Hey Tom, what's up?" He swallows again, 

"Nothing, uhm, I-I was just wondering if… maybe I could… get your number? I- I figured we could go see a movie or get dinner sometime soon, just the two of us." He poses. You can tell he's nervous by the way he stares at you. You smile and shrug, turning to scribble on a napkin. You hold it out to him between two fingers and he stares at you for a moment, 

"What?" You ask. He shakes his head, 

"I just… the boys told me you were out of my league and… I seriously thought it was true." He defends. You smile, 

"Really?" He nods, 

"Yeah." You shrug, 

"What can I say, you're adorable and I'd love to go to dinner and watch you stumble over yourself." You admit, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He scoffs slightly, 

"Wow… okay." Turning, he glanced back down at the napkin in his hand. Harrison gapes up at him as he slides in his seat, 

"What'd you ask them?" He poses. Tom shrugs, 

"I just asked for their number." He murmurs. Harrison reaches put and pats Tom's shoulder, 

"Good job mate." Tom nods, glancing out at you, watching you work for a few moments. And he'd never forget that you're the catch, not him. 

[sonderwrit]

cute dresses i fell in love with & bought online (that more or less matched the pictures)

the flowers + ribbons are actually hairclipped/safety pinned so you can put them wherever, there were a bunch of taobao sellers so i picked the cheapest one on a whim and it was still good! yay for $10 dresses amirite. fabric is like underskirt with some sort of gauze/chiffony fabric, light and breezy and perf for summer

this one is reallllly thick and good for fall/winter; the brooch on the chest is also safety-pin and slightly different from the pic (mine was more of a dusty purple than blue). did not come with hat/bag but did include coat, which is actually less form-fitting than the pics and sort of just fans out in a triangle shape. love the latticework collar it's very cute and ofc very warm. soft too!!

love love looooove the green on this dress (it really is that vibrant!!) and the high waist + slightly puff sleeves + round collar are all wonderful too, but the pics are slightly deceptive because it's not a LONG dress, it literally sits like mid-way up your shins (at least for me a 168cm tall girl) and yeah if you have a tummy you need to suck in or the bump will show lololol. but it's light and floaty, doesn't wrinkle (thank goodness) and i pair it with cute brown ankle boots + this long jacket below to offset the length (it's not perfect, dress is slightly longer than jacket would be better if it was the other way around) the collar adds that perfect touch of chic tho hehe

i have the one in dark green but i added the orange pic so you can see how it drapes with the buttons unbuttoned; silhouettes are so important if you wanna look cute in outfits u get me?? this set is from princess min they are quite good for tallish girlies and the sizes ok too! tho idk about chest size everything is asian-sized u know and my shorter co-worker with a bigger chest had issues fitting into everything

nebbia is one of my fav brands on yesstyle; sometimes their dresses are crap design but sometimes they make really unique and cute fits like this one is dual-layered and super airy and the shade of green for the ribbon is this lovely like pale dusty green ahh (the pics are pretty true to life for the actual dress for me here). and yes you can tie it in front (hanfu style in the pics) or behind in a crisscross! only thing is you need a nice waist to really accentuate the lines and shapes of this dress or else you look like a balloon, i need to lose more weight to bring out its potential. also sleeves are amazing and has the cutest embroidered bow + leaf designs, definitely wear nude strapless bra with this u don't want ugly straps showing to break the look!!

p.s. because the dress is sort of this off-white yellowish hue it contrasts well with white pearls, i like to wear a longer pearl necklace + a shorter one that's sort of chokered for the layered look to fill up the empty neckline it's very pretty hehe

this is also one of my favs tho the quality isn't as good; like the embroidery is on point and every time i wear it i get comments on that (because wow you don't see needlework on modern fashion a lot these days) but i think the hems tend to fray? and the bunch of fabric around the waist is kinda funky looking (but you can fix that with a nice like thick belt) and the collar is kinda weird too BUT overall what sells it is the translucent embroidered skirt over the opaque underskirt so people are waaay too distracted by the pretty patterns to really stare at details. i'd classify this as a good casual + garden party dress but don't wear it to anything too fancy cause it won't hold up there lolol. the dark green details are my favorite and really make the dress pop or else it'd just look kinda beige and sleepy hehe. also it's hotter than it looks so it's better for spring days, not middle of summer and the zipper is on the right side so if your waistline pops you'll have trouble getting it up!! but that means the back is untouched and it's super pretty that way!!

as an added note shoes are v. important to complete these dresses but im not a girl who likes to own a bazillion pairs of them so i get like nude/gold-toned heels and this one pair of sandals that's all flowers (in light brown/gold/yellow hues) to call it a day; my skin complexion works better with gold tones and stuff so it's easy to just work off a pre-existing palette rather than custom fit shoes to each outfit (i don't have that much room in my closet anyways)

[cozycryptidcorner]

Well for my religious upbringing, there's two sides. Mother, who wasn't even a twice a year Methodist and only took us when my sister was in her religious phase or when I explained St Francis of Assisi to her, and father who is the super Catholic side to the point that he is now a deacon in the Catholic church.

For me, the dinosaurs were something that happened before the book and were like God's trial run. Then he killed them with a meteor.

Next, birth control has been a good thing, unless it's the plan b pill which I was told by my father is actually abortion. I actually cried over that one. Abortion is a big no-no but I forget their stance on rape babies. I think it was give them up and hand them off. Though my father does after abortion counselling or something? Idk there's a magnet on the back of his car offering assistance.

Mother said gays are against the Bible. Father is anti gay. I told them off once and said I was bi. That was enough to make two people, one who doesn't want to speak to her and the other who would call him asswhipe like it was his name to my face, contact each other and then decide that since I hadn't slept with a girl, I wasn't actually bi.

Last I checked mother is still vehemently against and probably moreso since the US made marriage legal ON HER BIRTHDAY!!!

My father actually left a campground once because he suspected the owners to be lesbians. He now stands a little kinder towards them but will remark that they need to stop adding gay characters to Disney movies cause they're being forced on us now. Though they will say nothing to my face about my trans friend and when they asked me to make us family friendship bracelets, I had us all pick our colors and they were almost all the standard rainbow colors. So I ordered it from our ages and it pretty much came out to a rainbow. I've never seen them wear them. XD

I no longer speak to my mother but my father sees my tattoo, which is Fight's Not Over Yet with a semicolon and he says he can probably get it off with sandpaper because tattoos are against the religion. I like to point out that so are shrimp or clothes made of different fabrics. They ignore my retorts.

I plan to raise my children as Christians but not so hardcore. Take them to the same preschool I went to at my old Methodist church because the basic lessons they teach about Jesus and such are good life lessons and get them baptized but I'm not gonna shove it down their throats and I'm gonna teach them right and that Jesus hung out with a hooker and chased people out of a church with a whip.

WOW lol yeah I remember you telling me about that whole tattoo thing.

I was asking bc I really wanted to reinforce how fucking weird my childhood was, because it wasn't normal. My mom has since calmed down on the more insane things, and i wouldn't call her fundamentalist anymore, but she went through what I called her "little house on the prairie" phase when I was growing up. I wasn't allowed to wear pants, skirts had to cover my knees, i couldn't watch tv that she didn't expressly approve of (like for example, i wasn't allowed to watch Ben 10 at the age of 15), and used to randomly flip through books I checked out to make sure they were "appropriate” (and for context, she considered the hunger games inappropriate) I had a flip phone until I turned 18 in 2016 and bought my own second hand iphone. The computers all had software that recorded every other second of screen time and kept a log of everything i typed, including my usernames and passwords for every site i visited. And that's just the home stuff, that doesn't even begin to include going to church twice a week, being forced to be in youth groups, and participating in sunday school and religion conferences. girls at one point i had the youth catechism memorized, could recite the ten commandments exactly as they were listed, and even had a couple of psalms down too. I was SO pretentious about my love of classical music and i used to be able to clock the era of every piece i heard. I COULD READ AND TRANSLATE LATIN. 

in the end, this all just made me one of the sneakiest natural liars. I would simply just read "inappropriate" books at the library. I bought a $20 portable dvd player and checked out box sets of tv shows that I would hide in my big school binders.

ya'll if 15 year old me saw 23 year old me, a tatted, blue-haired weed smoking feminist apostate who is openly bisexual with pronouns and a career ahead of me? no husband? no children? i'm like the final boss antagonist of every single christian movie.

[r-romanoff]

Photon Blasts & Spider Webs

Chapter: 2

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Masterlist

Chapter Summary:

September, 25, 2019

"I don't know what to do ned. I mean I don't want to lie to Y/N, I mean I don't wanna spy on him either but still you get the point." I turn to him for advice after fully explaining situation. "Peter this is something that Nick Fury asked of you personally-" "through Happy." I correct him; "None the less this is a big deal and think of it this way, if you to actually become really good friends it would be in your favor. It's a win win, for his mom Fury and you." Ned tries to point out the brightside for me the, me still feeling the same since the beginning of this conversation. "Dud his mom is freaking awesome, I met her while saving the world! Also all I'm saying is I don't want an energy Blasts to the face if he finds out even if it is just for a month." I inform Ned on an other one of the countless ways this can go wrong. "That is actually true." He kinda laughs back. "Dude it's not funny, I could die. Wow I never thought I would ever die at the hands of spying on an other teenager." I realise how strange that would be for me.

"Hey you guys coming or not you've been in the bathroom for a while and Mj, Betty, and I wanna head to the food court first." I hear Y/N's voice as he entered the rest rooms he was wearing a red converse, a worn pink jacket that looks like it could have belonged to a girl, and normal blue jeans. "Is that a girl jacket?" I turn to see ned speak the same question on my mind. Looking back to Y/N for a reaction to be met with slight giggling and an embarrassed smile. "It's um, my sister's" he answers Ned's question. "Hurry up I'm starving!" MJ's annoyed moan bounces of the bathroom walls from the entrance Ned and I rushing out not wanting to irritate her any more than we probably had for the last 7 minutes. "So, to the food court!" I announce stepping out of the bathroom, ned right behind me. "Ok actually. I'll meet you guys there I have to take this it's my mom, it's very important to me." Y/N starts walking away in the other direction immediately with a small sense of urgency. Without a second to ask what was going on he was gone, disappeared in the labyrinth which was the mall. "Wow I've never seen anyone that serious about a call from their mom before." Mj says before completely seeming to forget about it and beins to walk with Betty to the Food court Ned and I not straying far. "Do you think he talks to his mom often, considering her profession." Ned asks leading me to ponder. "I don't think so, I mean she's probably always busy. Also considering how her work tends to take her far I don't think the commune so often." I lay my thoughts out. "Are you two gonna keep talking about the new kid behind his back or are you gonna hurry up and get to the food court." Mj turns to sulk at us Betty also budding in. "Yeah you seem pretty interested in him for some reason, it's kinda wired don't you think. Also kinda rude talking about him like I didn't invite him." She continues to avoid walking into people on our way to get something to eat. "No not really, he's just an interesting person don't you think." I try to make it sound as normal as possible not wanting Mj to think I'm weird, nor Betty. "What does his mom do anyway, you were saying." Mj says keeping the topic going. Turning to Ned I shoot him an expression, basically saying I don't know what to say because well she's an intergalactic superhero. "She is a... Lieutenant in the air force" Ned quickly comes up with, I quickly high five him after. "That's pretty cool I mean kinda frightening but-" "I'm Getting Chinese." Mj interrupts Betty practically running into line as we finally made it to the area of scattered tables and groups of other teenagers. "I'm gonna get sea food, we can all find a table in a bit." Betty runs off her khaki plaid skirt swooshing behind her. "Pizza?" I turn to Ned being my last companion. "Combination." He answers both of us making out way down the court into line.

Eventually we all finished grabbing what we're gonna eat and made our way to a large circular table probably meant for a couple more people. Then again considering Mj bought half of the Chinese food in the entire mall was appropriate. "And that's why they are my favorite fictional eco goth bad of all time, but if I had to choose a real one It would be nirvana, or the killers, or the third blind eye. Probably, I don't know I listen to a lot of rock bands." Mj finishes, "Mine is Led Zeppelin." I answer, "No Doubt, is my absolute favorite." Betty shares as we finally begin digging into out food. "Panic at the disco." Ned gives his opinion on the matter. "Favorite musical?" Mj presents a new topic "Heathers is the best, however I like the movie better." I answer. "Hamilton or Phantom of the oprah probably." Mj shoots back. "Annie just because it's a classic." Ned reason's giving some sort of insight. "That's a tough one. Mean Girls, Chicago, or Wicked. Top three!" Betty exclaims "Wow Mj, your eating faster then Peter." Ned shifts the group's attention to the burnett who had just finished slurping down a bowl of chow mein. Accompanied by an empty bowl of rice and orange chicken.

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This was supposed to be chapter 2 if anyone remembers me, if you want me to continue I will I have nothing else to do during quarantine, so I probably might idk.

Ps this hasn't been edited so if it's bad forgive me

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Author’s Note: This story was inspired by ZYX!!! LOL ok so I was casually listening to Tattoo a few days ago and idk man it was like ZYX was asking me to write this write all about his one night stand 


Title: That Morning Love


Pairing: Yixing x Abigail (OC)


Genre: Smut


Rating: NC-17


Word Count: 4.6k

Epilogue

It had been an extremely bad period for Abigail, as she was having all kinds of problems at work, and not to mention that she haven’t been having a social life for quite some time now. Whenever she wanna meet up with her friends, she was always pulled back by last minute projects and had to work till late. Of course, she wasn’t in a relationship as well, she just couldn’t commit to one at this point in time, as she was busy being a workaholic. The last time she had one was probably 3 years ago, and that was how long she hasn’t get laid. Her friends, completely aware of her situation, decided to give her a girls night out at the local club coming Saturday, hoping that she can finally spend a day without having to think about work. And if she’s lucky, to get laid after so damn long. Not to lie, but Abigail was pretty excited about it, to finally meet her friends and update them on what has happened in her life recently. Nothing interesting in particular, no juicy boy troubles, but would have been nice to catch up with her friends over a meet up instead of texting them all the time. It was finally Saturday, and Abigail was busy choosing her outfit for later. It had been too long since she last wore a daring outfit, and she felt as though she had lost her fashion sense. A body con dress? Too boring. A classic romper? Too troublesome. She was getting frustrated, and decided that she should just play it casually, putting on a black cropped top with bandage denim skirt, flaunting her tiny waist, and not forgetting her classic sneakers. She was never one to wear heels, especially to a club. She was soon on the way after she had accessorised herself, putting on one of her favourite set - A pair of earrings and a necklace that were all in the shape of a seashell. 

‘Hey!’ Her friends called the moment they saw her. ‘Are you even trying with that outfit!’ One of her friends, Chloe hissed the moment she saw her. ‘Typical Abi,’ the other, Leah chuckled. ‘Stop teasing her y’all, come here you!’ the most sensible, Gabrielle said as she pulled Abigail into a hug. ‘It had been so long!’ Abigail replied, returning Gabrielle’s hug. ‘I really tried ok, but I decided to just go with what’s comfortable,’ she added, taking a look at her two other cheeky girlfriends. ‘Let’s go!’ Chloe gushed. Soon enough, the girls were inside the club and were getting their drinks. ‘I’m not gonna hold back today girls, get me drunk and laid man!’ Abigail joked, though she was sure about getting drunk, but getting laid was pretty much questionable to her then. Call her old fashion, but she was never really the type to go for a one night stand. Well, not until that night at least. And what she didn’t realised was that a man had been gazing in her direction from the second floor the moment she stepped into the club. Her brunette hair, with streaks of red, completed with her bangs. And her dressing style, unlike other typical girls who were in revealing dresses. Though she was no where near sexy in the eyes of others, she was perfect in his eyes. He could see how she was showing the perfect curves of her petite body. ‘Zhang Yixing! It’s your turn to drink!’ Baekhyun called in annoyance as he snapped his fingers in front of yixing’s eyes. ‘I’m sorry,’ yixing apologised, he was just too occupied at the sight of the girl who just walked in. ‘I see whatchu staring at yixing,’ Baekhyun added with a tiny smirk, knowing where yixing’s eyes were trailing off to while yixing gulps down his whisky. ‘Yea, she’s hot,’ Yixing answered with an awkward laugh, still embarrassed that he was caught red-handed by Baekhyun. ‘Go talk to her,’ Baekhyun whispered to yixing, preventing the rest of the group from hearing their conversation, knowing that yixing was already embarrassed. Yixing nodded, as he signalled for the waiter to order another cup of whatever she was having for her. ‘Oh I didn’t order another glass of whisky,’ Abigail said as the waiter soon served her. ‘It’s from the gentleman upstairs,’ the waiter replied as he pointed politely to the second floor. She looked up, to find herself locking eyes with the one who bought the drink for her. She then took the drink, giving him a smile. Noticing that he had a glass in his hand as well, she raised her glass, signalling for a cheers, which he returned. ‘Wow Abi still got it! Looks like you’re getting laid tonight lady,’ Leah teased. ‘Oh come on it’s just a drink,’ Abigail answered. She didn’t get the chance to take a good look at that man, since he was on the second floor. But she was certain that she was getting a little flattered, knowing that someone was willing to buy a drink. ‘You’re still so sober, drink up!’ Chloe yelled, to make sure that she was being heard despite the loud EDM blasting in the background. It was 3am in the morning, and the girls were starting to get tipsy. As for Abigail, she was too. In fact, she was almost beyond tipsy. She also couldn’t help but to wonder why the man who bought her drinks didn’t came down and talk to her, or so she thought. ‘Are you still not going to talk to her?’ Baekhyun questioned, as it has been awhile since the glass that was on him. ‘You seemed to be more impatient than me, baekhyun,’ yixing answered, raising his brows while looking at baekhyun as he took another slip of his drink. ‘Cause it’s the perfect time to excuse yourself right now! I’ll cover up for you just go!’ Baekhyun exclaimed, and yixing knew that he was right. Half of the group were down on the dance floor, some were outside the club smoking, and it would have been the most convenient time for him to excuse himself without much explanations. Yixing nodded as he stood up, giving baekhyun a fist bump as he added, ‘drinks on me another day.’ ‘Hey,’ yixing called as he tapped on Abigail’s shoulders lightly. Abigail’s friends cheered, seeing that a guy had finally approached their friend who was in need of a good fuck. Despite being intoxicated, Abigail could see that how good-looking the man standing in front of her was. He was so fair, and his almond brown eyes, were so soft and seductive. She also noticed that he had dimples popping out whenever he formed a smile. All in all, if she was looking for a one night stand, this man would have been perfect. Chloe and Leah sensed what was happening, and were soon leaving the two of them alone, but seeing that Abigail was pretty intoxicated, Gabrielle whispered in her ears, ‘you sure you wanna do this?’ ‘Yea I guess, don’t worry bout me! Go enjoy your night, besides he’s damn hot,’ Abigail replied sheepishly with a nod, then shooing her friend away. The same for yixing, he finally got the chance to take a good look at her. Her body was already attractive enough, but her features made him lust for her even more. Her eyes, they sparkled. Her nose, so sharp and perfect. And her lips, they looked so soft and sweet. He couldn’t help but to wonder how they would taste like. Once they were alone, he placed one of his hands on her table, and leaned in gradually while she was still seated on the bar stool. Both of their hearts were racing, and those eyes that were looking into each other’s, Abigail could have sworn that she would have gotten wet just by staring into those eyes long enough. She didn’t resist, and soon found her lips meeting his. The kiss was soft, gentle, and delicate, leaving Abigail yearning for more. He wanted to break away, to take another good look at her, but Abigail landed her arms around his neck, and gave him a harsh and impatient kiss. He soon responded to her, his tongue finding his way into her mouth, tackling her tongue and swirling it around hers, making Abigail releasing soft moans in the process. As they finally broke away, he lifted her chin with his forefinger, commenting, ‘you’re quite an impatient one huh, baby girl?’ Abigail chuckled at his comment, and answered, ‘I’m not only impatient, I’m also quite a tease.’ She then ran her finger over his Adam’s apple, sending chills down his spine. Abigail giggled at his reaction which got him to smile as well, and those adorable dimples soon appeared on his face. ‘Shall we go then?’ He asked, and Abigail nodded in agreement as she hopped off her seat. He then threw his arms around Abigail’s shoulders, as he led the way out of the club. Once they’ve exited the club, he took out his cigarette pack and before he drew a stick, he asked, ‘you wouldn’t mind, right?’ Abigail shook her head, as he then put the stick in his mouth and then lighting it up, taking a deep first puff. ‘I live right there,’ he added, as he exhaled and pointed to the building besides the club while they continue to walk in that direction. Abigail looked at him in surprised, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she asked, ‘why did you asked me if I’ll mind?’ ‘Well, if you did I won’t. I won’t want those beautiful lips to be tasting the smell of my cigarettes if you had mind,’ he replied as he threw away his cigarette butt. His reply made Abigail smiled, she didn’t really know why either. It was a strange kind of sweet, coming from a guy she was planning to have a fling with. They soon arrived at his apartment. Abigail had expected him to live in a big house, considering that the building was one of the most expensive ones in town, but instead, it was a studio apartment, minimalistic styled. The moment he closed the doors behind him, he placed both his palms on her jawline, holding her face a little higher and closer, giving her a light, yet passionate kiss, so delicate that it was just like a pair of butterfly wings. She could still inhale the smell of his cigarette lingering in his mouth, and it was surprisingly sweet, just like blueberries. She then placed her hands on his waist while responding to his kisses, and she could feel that he was smiling. He begin to nibble on her lower lip, causing her to whine as she dropped her hands to his hips, resulting in her dropping her handbag and her belongings were falling out of it. They paused, and then giggled among themselves as their lips met again. Using the back of his fingers, he stroked her face gently, as he held her hand with the other and led her closer to his bed. He then moved on to her nape, taking in her intoxicating scent at the same time while fondling with her hair with his free hand. Whimpers were escaping her mouth, and that turned him on even more. The other hand of his were slipping underneath her top, grabbing her breast as his fingers started playing with her clothed nipple. ‘Ah… Don’t stop,’ she mumbled in pleasure, as her hands started running wild on his back. The moment he heard that, he lowered his hand from her hair downwards, passing by her bust, her waist, and finally to her thighs. He sneaked inside her skirt and started caressing her inner thighs, finding his way up to her pussy. He started to tease her even more, by running his fingers up and down it. Seeing that he was teasing her so much, she wanted to get back at him. She started kissing his collarbones, and sucking on his skin thereafter, leaving a couple of hickeys which caused him to moan. Hearing that, she stopped and said, ‘just fuck me already.’ He smirked, as he found his way into her clit, inserting his finger inside her and started pumping. She screamed in pleasure, as she held onto his arms for support. He soon inserted the second finger, as he whispered in her ears, ‘Fuck, you’re so tight.’ Her moans echoed in his apartment. The third finger didn’t take long, and once he felt satisfied, he then pulled them out and helped her to remove her top in a rush. Seeing how her racerback bra was flaunting her cleavage, he can’t help but to let out a wow. ‘You’re fucking hot, you know that?’ He asked as he took off his blazer, and then unbuttoning his shirt which allowed her to take a glimpse of his lean body. Loving how he was complimenting her, she took off her skirt voluntarily, which amazed him even more. ‘Same to you,’ she said, in her drunken state, as she reached out to touch his well-defined abs. It was unknown where she got her courage from, but she then pushed him onto the bed, taking him by surprise, and crawling on top of him as she touched his crotch. He groaned, and he was loving how this woman was taking charged. He grabbed her waist, then sliding his hands down to her hips, yanking off her panties that was soaking wet from earlier on, which she then removed it completely with her legs. As she continued to stroke his rock-hard junior, she leaned in for a quick kiss, and that was when he realised she had a tattoo over her shoulder. That’s hella sexy, he thought. She tried to remove his pants, but she couldn’t figured out how to remove his belt, which got him to laugh a little. ‘How did you transit from fucking hot to cute in a minute?’ He asked, as he sat up and moved backwards leaning against the headboard, pulling her along with him by her waist. She placed her hands on his body for support, as she watched him removed his pants. She then helped him to pull them off completely, along with his boxers, releasing his manhood. ‘Ride me, baby girl,’ he ordered, as she inserted him inside her. She started to move her hips, feeling him deeper and deeper each time she goes, at times leaning in to taste his lips again. He then unclasped her bra, and was soon enjoying the sight in front of him, especially the way those tits moved up and down because she was riding him hard. He held her breast with one hand, while caressing her face with the other. As he was doing so, she took his hand, and started licking it. She quickly took the chance to suck on his thumb, which made him moaned, loud. ‘Fuck,’ he cursed, as he looked at her. He’ve never met someone who knew his sweet spots so well before, and it was unbelievable that this is the first time they’ve ever seen each other. Her, on the other hand, wasn’t even thinking at all. She just did whatever that felt natural, and her mind was overwhelmed by pleasure to even harbour any thoughts. After all, she hasn’t been doing this for a good three years. She was going to reach her high, and sensing that, he leaned forward, pushing her hair that was covering up her tattoo away to take a good look at it, before giving her a bite which made her moaned even louder than she already was. She stopped for a moment, catching her breath, and he knew that she came. He then pinned her down by her shoulders, switching positions quickly, as he started to thrust inside her. He soon fasten his pace as he could feel that he was close as well, and thrusted inside her hard and fast, causing her to grabbed onto his arm with one hand, and the bedsheets with the other. Her nails sank into his arm as she felt another one coming, causing him to groan in pain but he couldn’t be bothered as well, he was gonna shoot. He soon came inside her, still hovering above her body trying to catch his breath. He looked at her, parting her hair that was getting in his way aside, before giving her one more kiss, then finally laying down beside her. He took a look at his wall clock, it was already 5ish in the morning. He turned over to look at her, to realise that she was already falling asleep. He smiled, stroking her face gently with his thumb, before getting out of bed and putting on his boxers. He grabbed a cigarette while walking up to the window, where he usually smokes. As he light up his cigarette, he found himself staring at her yet again. For fuck’s sake, I gotta stop, he thought as soon as he realised what he was doing. He took another puff, as he looked for his phone silently, fearing that he’ll wake her up. Once he found it, he quickly sent out what he wanted to, before taking one final puff and throwing the stick away. He then joined her in bed, and soon dozed off. Yixing Z I think I’m in trouble Abigail was woken up by the breath of someone against her skin, and as she opened her eyes lazily, taking a look at the unfamiliar surroundings, she realised that she was in someone else’s bed. She remained still, as still as water, fearing that she’ll wake him up by accident while she recalled what happened earlier on. Though she wanted to take a final glance at the stranger that she had slept with, she thought of the possible consequences and decided to sneak out quietly instead. She got off his bed silently, while dressing herself and then picking up her belongings, which were still in a mess from hours ago. As she was picking her things up, she realised that her seashell necklace was missing from her neck. ‘Fuck,’ she cursed under her breath, realising that it must have been in this apartment somewhere. She knew she couldn’t go back and try to find it, it would have been too risky. She was just about to make it out when she heard a voice from behind. ‘I have some emergency contraception pills in my drawer,’ he said, as he sat up and placed his palm on his forehead. It was not very typical of a guy to be this sweet after a one night stand, and though she was tempted to look back, she knew that nothing good would come out of it, or so she thought. ‘It’s ok, I can get them myself,’ she answered, and walked towards his door. ‘Hey wait,’ he called, stopping her once again. ‘Can I at least get your name?’ He asked. ‘Abi,’ she answered, reluctant to give him her real name, and then leaving his apartment without looking back. Baekhyun B What do you mean you’re in trouble! Did you not bring her back? Baekhyun’s message popped up in yixing’s notifications, the minute he checked his phone. Yizing Z That’s the problem, I think I might have fallen a little for her… She tried to sneak out just now, and when I asked for her name, she replied Abi. I’ve a feeling that’s not her real name Baekhyun B What?! This never happened!! But seriously though, if you like her just go for it, it’s been 5 fucking years! Come on, you’re resourceful, don’t tell me you can’t find her? Yixing Z That’s true… Yixing sent his final message, as he put his phone away and took out a cigarette. He lit it up as he stayed in bed. It was only 8am. He started to wonder about the reasons why she left in such a hurry, no women had ever left him hanging like this, and he could not believe that she’ll rather go to the pharmacy and get the pills by herself. She’s so, unique. Yixing found himself smiling again as he exhaled, before taking in another puff. What the fuck, what is happening, yixing thought. As he stood up to throw the cigarette away in the ashtray that was on the coffee table, he noticed something on the floor. A namecard. Must have fallen out of her handbag, and she must have missed it earlier on since it was under the couch. Abigail Liu. Editor. ZYX Holdings. Yixing read. He grinned, as he realised what fate had in store for him, for them. He then pondered about why he had never seen her, but soon found the obvious answer. He was seldom in the office anyway, and when he heads over, it’s often on weekends, or during PHs. Yixing went back to bed, picking up his phone, planning to tell his bro the good news, when he saw something shimmering in his bed. It was her necklace. Yixing Z Guess what! She’s my staff what the fuck! And look what she left behind Baekhyun B What in the world LOL. I can imagine you grinning right now, but I’m so happy for you bro!!! As Abigail quickly made her way out of the building, she took out her phone to find that there’s been a ton of unread messages from her girlfriends, and started replying. Leah C How did it went! Was it as great as it seems? Chloe S I’m sure it went great, she haven’t even replied a single thing! Must have K.O from all that riding HAHAHA Gabrielle T Hey Abi are you ok? Abigail L I’m fine guys, tbh I had one of the most amazing sex ever LOL. But it’s just a one time thing ok!!! I don’t even know his name, and I sneaked out of his apartment Chloe S YOU GO GAL Leah C Why didn’t you exchange numbers if the sex was amazing!! Gabrielle T I agree with Leah on this hahaha, but maybe fate will have something in store for you Abigail L Idk man, I can’t imagine myself getting into a one night stand again. Even tho it was good but I guess I didn’t want to constantly get reminded that I had sex with a stranger? Anyway it’s over!! Abigail typed, and then hit send. True enough, she don’t need to get constant reminders of her making such a decision, and keeping him out of her life was the only way to do so. She then stopped by the pharmacy, getting what she needed before finally heading home. She started to undress herself the moment she reached home, just like him, she also stayed alone in a one room apartment, much smaller, of course, and went into the shower. As drips of warm water started to fall on her skin, she placed her hand on the bathroom wall for support, her legs still weak from earlier on. She didn’t even know how she managed to make it back without having jelly legs. She flinched when her wet hair came in contact with her tattoo over her shoulder. She touches her skin gently as she turned to look at it. There was still some traces of him, and she found herself letting out a small grin. It’ll be a beautiful piece of memory, she thought. She was soon out of the shower, dressed in her short, satin nightdress, planning to take a nap. She was woken up by the doorbell a few hours later, and she got up to get the door. She opened the door, rubbing her eyes, still sleepy, as she took a look at who’s outside. He was dressed in a simple black tee with black slacks, exposing a little of his ankles which were so fair. His arm, filled with tiny wounds. But something was very familiar about him. That belt. She looked up at him, to realise that it was really him. ‘You left this at my place, Ms Abigail Liu,’ he said, as he opened his fist, exposing what was inside. It was her necklace. She had so many questions right now, how did he know her full name? How did he found her place? She was still taken aback, but soon snapped out of her thoughts by his voice. ‘You’re not inviting me in? After returning what’s yours?’ He asked, a small frown hanging on his face. ‘I’’m sorry, please come in,’ Abigail gestured. He stepped in, and she followed suit. As he stopped and turned around to face her, she noticed that he was literally staring at her, top down bottoms up, completely checking her out. He reached for her hand, and then placing the necklace back in her palm, saying, ‘Here you go, Abigail.’ She thanked him, but before she could asked any of those burning questions, he continued, ‘I know you have a lot of questions. But I’ll like to introduce myself first. I’m Zhang yixing. Nice to meet you.’ He extended his hand out for a handshake, and Abigail, still as lost as ever, complied. ‘Now that we’ve officially met each other, I’ll like to take you out on a date, Abigail,’ yixing said. ‘And I won’t take no for an answer,’ he added. Abigail didn’t know how to respond, but this was certainly something that she had never expected from a stranger whom she just slept with. Aren’t one night stands supposed to just end at sex? What’s with this guy asking her out? As much as she was confused, she couldn’t help but to think that it was just a little sweet as well. Yixing continued to look at her, and raised one of his hands to help her tidy up her messy bangs from the nap she took just now. ‘You’re damn cute, you know that?’ He chuckled. His actions startled her slightly, causing her to flinch a little, as he said, ‘Don’t worry, even though we’ve slept together, but I won’t do anything to you without your permission, ok?’ Abigail finally raised her head up to look at yixing properly, her eyes meeting his. ‘Who are you exactly? And how did you find me? Why are you here? You could have just throw the necklace away… And the date?’ Her questions came out in a rush. Yixing laughed, answering, ‘Wow hold up Abi, you’re still an impatient one I see. Firstly, if you must know, I’m technically your boss. If you’ve yet to realise, the initials of my name are ZYX. I’m the the CEO of ZYX Holdings. Your namecard fall out of your bag last night, and I found it. I got the HR to give me your address, telling them that I needed it for personal reasons. I’m here because, I think I like you, Abigail. Of course I won’t throw your belongings away, I know you must have treasured the necklace a lot. And I want to bring you out on a proper date.’ As Abigail processed what yixing just said, she couldn’t help but to ask, ‘How did you know that the necklace was important to me?’ ‘You have it tattooed on your back, silly,’ he replied. Realising that he’s not someone that’s just about sex, and that he actually noticed the little details about her, Abigail smiled, as she gave him a light hug.

[punchholesinthesky]

I didn't know you could just be a boy

I was listening to a podcast today, about a girl who stood up to her parents at the tender age of four and told them that she was a girl and that she'd chosen a name. I'm in awe of this little girl being so damn sure of herself. I got super emotional listening to it and it got me thinking about my own childhood. It was NPR’s radio ambulante, the episode called “yo nena”.

I knew I was different from a young age but I didnt know how.

I just felt it. And probably cause I visited a lot of doctors and i guess most kids don't do that?

I learned that my brain was different but not the details. I had some vague notion of being adhd. I would not learn it until much later by googling different developmental disorders and learning about being neurodivergent and autistic.

I would later on go on to learn I was queer too, and though I had read the word genderqueer once and thought it fit, I hadn't given it much thought.

I was assigned female at birth, and though I have never liked it, I thought I was stuck with it, that I just had to make the best of it.

I remember wishing to be a boy so many times. Identifiying with male characters, creating ocs and alter-egos, acting the male parts (it was an all-girls school, someone had to), and begging mum to let me cut my hair short, and being so happy when people thought I was a boy.

I never liked traditionally female things, never had a barbie, hated dresses (there's still a photo of a tiny grumpy me being forced into a dress one of my grandmas gave me) and my school uniform was trousers 99% of the time. The other 1% was like official acts, maybe the first and last day of school, stuff like that. I hated it, but at an all-girls catholic school I had much biggers issues that complaining about wearing a skirt a few days out of the year. I remember the gym uniform being a problem. Not sure what the problem was. Something about tights maybe?

I never felt like a girl. But it wasn't something I could properly explain so when I tried to talk about it, with my parents or friends what they usually got out of it was the usual self-steem issues of any girl. Mum tried to help by helping me choose new clothes, telling me how good I looked. And trying to get me to be more feminine, teaching me about 'girly stuff',

But that wasn't it. I understand it better now .

See, it's not that I have self-steem issues about my appearance. I know I'm conventionally good

looking. And if I gave 1/10 of a fuck I can be a very hot girl. I have photos of pasts attempts to prove it. But it never felt right. It never felt like me.

I can put on a bikini and I'm young, thin, fit, I'll look good. But that doesn't mean I'll like what I see in the mirror. I don't feel uncomfortable because I think the person in the mirror looks bad but because I don't know who that is.

I feel exposed. Vulnerable. Bikinis are uncomfortable by design, meant to exploit feminine bodies and for someone who's already uncomfortable having one? A bloody nightmare.

And there's a lot of understand. Why the hell am I being punished for the crime of having a female body by being constantly uncomfortable ? Why are clothes so terrible? Why is so hard to find something basic and decent? Why are bras the worst?? On and on and on. questions I never got the answer to. So much confusion about girl stuff that every other girl i knew seemed capable of navigating.

For a long time I blamed it on me being weird (ie, neurodivergent)

Like, all my friends started caring about boys, parties, romance, alcohol and drugs.

I'd always struggle in school and one year I got literally left behind.

I struggled with depression. I tried hard to fit in and be like them. I tried to be normal, followed their strange rituals. I let my hair grow out, i went on dates with boys, I drank too much and made out with strangers. I got into trouble. I wore a dress to my graduation and invited a boy I'd been talking to.

It was one of the few times I wore a dress voluntarily. Another one was a christmas dinner. And a new year's party. I also wore a skirt to dress up as kate bishop. That's about all I recall. I did buy a dress to cosplay clara oswald but never did it.

I wonder, what if I had told my parents I was a boy and I wanted to be treated like one before? How would they have reacted ?

Laughed it off probably. As they did when I pretended to be a boy for a game as I often did.

I can't imagine them taking it seriously, even now.

I don't know when I found out trans people existed, or who was the first one I heard about.

But I do know I thought it meant you like hated your body or yourself and wanted to be totally different.

And that didnt fit me. I had never hated myself. I hated how the world treated me. I hated arbitrary rules based on gender.

My scout group was mixed-gender, but we were divided in troops and these were single-gender and divided by age.

But we all learned the same things. Whether it was building a fire, tracking, or cooking, we got the same lessons. Sometimes we competed and we slept/bathed separately.

In TECHO it was all mixed-gender. Well, except bathing, but often we'd shared the same bathroom. We slept, cooked, and worked together.

And nobody ever looked down on girls as 'the weaker sex'

That was cool.

My actual education was the opposite. Academically, it is better for a school to be all-girls, at least for girls. But socially, not so much.

As a teenager, I hadn't quite forgotten how much I wanted to be a boy as a kid, but idk I thought I had left it behind me. That what I craved was freedom, independence, the benefits of being a boy, not actually being one.

Later I would discover terms like 'internalized misogyny' and think that was the problem. Cause I liked Lucy and Arya, not Susan and Sansa.

Yet here I stand, years later. Having done a lot  of work. Recognising the value of Susan and Sansa. Appreciating Peggy Carter, in a gay and feminist way, and still not wanting to be a girl.

It just doesn't fit me. It's not a rejection.

I'm a feminist. I think women are great.

I understand there are many ways to be one.

That I don't have to be feminine to be one.

And yet, it just doesn't feel right.

After I learned of what 'gender dysphoria' was I though, 'oh I can't be trans I don't have that'

And then, I learned about 'gender euphoria'

And that finally opened my eyes

Trying to be a girl always felt like an ill-fitting costume, no matter how hard I tried. Like I was playing a part and didn't know my lines.

I remember cutting my hair short, like kstew, and going WOW upon seeing my reflection.. I looked more like myself than I had in ages.

I bought different clothes. Boy's clothes. I'm too small for men's clothes but I can fit just fine in clothes meant for 12 years old boys.

I cut my hair, put on new clothes, bought tight sport bras, and when I looked in the mirror, I wasn't sure who the person staring back was but I really liked how he looked.

My parents, for ages, tried to get me to 'dress nicer' to 'act like a lady' and so on. I cared enough to shower and put on clean clothes. I bought a lot of nerdy shirts which I at least liked. Did some experiments. Occasionally I'd make an effort but otherwise I was pretty basic. Loose-fitting jeans and hoodies.

Family kept gifting me nicer girly things I'd wear once and often ignored later.

It wasn't till I gave myself permission to truly dress how I wanted, and yes to shop in the boy's/men's section that I started to actually care about how I looked and putting more effort in.

I never thought I could be a boy, because I didn't know that was a thing you could do.

if I had been like that little girl and said 'i'm a boy' I think they'd havebeen at a total loss.

would they have asked my shrink? What would he have said?? It felt as though they were always on my case to be more lady-like but I know that's unfair. They were generally pretty okay with me being a tomboy, at least until puberty. And even then it was never that huge a thing. More of a constant annoying issue. There were many more pressing ones.

It's 2019, and I bet most parents would still be at a loss. There's not exactly a lot of rep or info.

I'm a lot happier with how I look now, but I still haven't found the right words to explain myself to my parents. I know I have to eventually, I want to stop hiding, to be visible, to change my name.

[ilovemygaydad]

part 5/? of punk!patton gets adopted by single parent logan

part one - part two - part three - part four - ao3 version - masterlist (includes asks and art!)

pairings: moxiety, eventual logince, background pining remceit, mentions of past thomas/female oc

warnings--these are very important this chapter: food mentions, stress, anxiety, kissing, flirting, divorce mentions, making out, mentions of murder (i’ll mark it out), attempted murder, guns, gunshots, gun wounds, head trauma, homophobic parents mention, homophobia, there’s so much swearing i am so sorry, maybe something else

a/n: no joke i’ve had this planned out since before the last part came out, but i literally just couldn’t write it all at once, and i’ve been having a really emotionally weird week. next chapter should start out pretty funny. idk. please enjoy this.

a/n 2: sorry that this took so long to get out. i don’t think it’s that great, but... yeah. whatever.

it’s friday night babey which means that it’s dinner time with the sanders, and logan and patton are freaking out

logan has been cooking/prepping food for the past day, and he immediately started finishing up as soon as he got home from work

patton, on the other hand, was feverishly cleaning the entire house 

it isn’t even messy, but he’s worried that virgil and/or roman are going to be upset

(which they aren’t????? but whatever)

and patton even cleaned himself up! he tried (and failed) to tame his wild curls into some sort of neat anything, and he wore his nicest pair of black jeans and a black sweater with floral designs that he’d bought at the mall with virgil a while back

it was a little out of his comfort zone, but virgil insisted that he get it because it looks very good on him

and, god damn it, you can’t say no to virgil’s puppy eyes

the doorbell rang just before five, and logan ran out of the kitchen to get it

patton literally vaulted over the couch, skidding to the door just behind logan

virgil is like

literally the cutest person on the planet

he’s wearing a white lace dress that has a flowy skirt, and he’s got a white flower crown on, and he looks like an angel

during the time that patton’s being a gay disaster, virgil holds out a bouquet of blue flowers and says, “dad made me get them for you”

patton smiles gently and takes them, pulling virgil in for a quick kiss before leading him inside

roman has, like, eight giant tupperware containers full of cookies and brownies and stuff in his arms, and logan’s like

what???? the fuck?????

“you didn’t need to bring desserts, roman. i have ice cream...”

and roman gives this cocky smile and says “my best friend, emi, loves to bake for us, but he doesn’t really know how to limit himself, so we have tons of baked goods lying around that we can’t eat. not to mention that i can’t keep up this fabulous figure if i only eat sweets!” wink wonk

and logan can feel his face heating up after that wink, but he pretends that it’s just the heat from inside

roman really does have a good figure...

logan chooses to not respond to roman, instead saying, “let’s go inside so you can put those containers down”

they turn to go, and they catch a glimpse of patton and virgil from down the hall

the kids are sitting on the couch, laughing and talking and exchanging the occasional kiss

the adults watch for a second because aw, but quickly move on to the kitchen

“you can set the containers down on the counter over there. i made a a couple of different things for dinner just in case you two didn’t like something that i made, so there’s spaghetti, pizza, and hamburgers. everything is absolutely gluten-free; i know because i triple checked with a list online and bought new utensils to reduce contamination. you’re free to have as much or as little as you like--i won’t be offended either way.”

roman kind of freezes because holy shit that’s so thoughtful and kind

“that’s... logan, that’s too much. you didn’t have to do all that for virgil.”

“what are you talking about? it’s only common courtesy to assure that your guest is able to eat without getting sick, especially when they have a disease that can cause irreparable damage to their body.”

“yeah, but a lot of people don’t care enough to ask or remember, so virgil often has to find something else to eat last minute... i brought an extra dinner just in case, which is very unfair to your person, but virgil has suffered too much for me to not be careful.”

“that’s...” logan starts, trying to express what he feels. “that’s just shitty.”

roman smiles and laughs a bit, replying, “yeah, it is, but at least you aren’t, you know, shitty”

and they have this little moment where they smile at each other, and both of them are like wow this man is... good looking but they snap out of it because

dumb gays

everyone in this au is a dumb gay

including yours truly but that is noT important

logan’s like “hey we should get the kids for dinner” and roman obvi agrees

but when they go to get them, they see the kiddos being all adorable and gay and logan turns to roman with this very serious expression like

we must spy on them. this is the cutest shit i’ve ever seen.

so they shuffle over to the edge of the doorway, just out of sight, and logan peeks his head in every now and then for visuals, and he’s repeating what he hears so that roman can understand what’s happening

logan’s in the middle of telling roman something when

dun dun dunnnn

a voice suddenly appears from behind them like

(the voice is virgil)

“what... are you two doing...?”

fucking busted

logan is like

aHa i can lie to these children!

and he says, “we were talking about work--”

but patton just cuts him off with this deadpan look and “you two are horrible liars”

cut to: roman gasping in offense that this emo nightmare of a child just called him a liar when he didn’t even say anything

so he says, “i didn’t even say anything”

patton, being... well, being the asshole that he is, says, “my point still stands”

roman splutters for a while longer, trying to look at virgil and logan for help, but virgil just shrugs and walks with patton to the table, and logan is still very embarrassed about getting caught

it takes a few seconds, but both adults recuperate and move on to what’s important

which is, obviously, dinner

logan walks virgil through what’s available and offers to cook something else if he isn’t feeling particularly happy with anything

virgil damn near cries at how nice logan is

dinner gets served, and they all start eating the (delicious--who would guess that calculator watch knew how to cook something that tasted like it was served in a fancy restaurant) food

after a few minutes of idle chatter and slight pda between the kids, logan offhandedly comments, “you know, i am extremely happy for the both of you that you didn’t cycle through numerous girlfriends before finding out that you’re queer like many of us do.”

and everyone at the table freezes because

logan’s gay????

“hold up,” roman says with a shocked expression. “you’re gay?”

and virgil sighs and shakes his head because “dad, you’re an idiot. he literally has a pride phone case, and there are multiple pictures of him at pride around the house--including one right behind you.”

he also elbows patton when the punk mutters out a very soft “what the fuck”

“i applaud your observational skills--”

“i assume neither of you knew that he was jewish, either”

and now it’s logan’s turn to be surprised because... who the hell is this kid

“you have a dreidel on the mantle that i assumed you forgot to put away after Hanukkah last year.” everyone stared at him. “oh, i’m sorry that i’m not as much of a dumb gay as my father.”

cue roman getting offended again

“excuse you! the role of ‘dumb gay’ is exclusively reserved for thomas f. sanders!”

poor patton hasn’t stopped being confused this whole time, but roman luckily jumps right back into his explanation

“my twin brother, thomas, didn’t realize that he was gay until he had been with a woman for six years and had a child with her. they amicably parted ways because, like him, she was also gay. i am not nearly as stupid as my brother, and i take great offense to virgil calling me a ‘dumb gay!’” he said matter-of-factly

virgil opens his mouth to say something, but roman cuts him off with a swift “if you so much as think about saying what you’re going to say, i will throw you into the ocean without a moment’s hesitation.” roman then very calmly turns to patton and says sweetly, “so, only good child at this table, tell me a bit about yourself so that i know what my devil child is getting himself into.”

unbeknownst to roman, virgil mutters “dumb gay,” under his breath, causing logan to crack a smile across the table

patton shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “my birthday is february nineteenth, my favorite color is blue, and i’m homoromantic asexual.”

roman waited for patton to say more, but the teen averted his gaze back on his food and took another bite

logan decided to pick up the slack after the few seconds of awkward silence “what about you, virgil?”

unlike patton’s less than enthusiastic reply, virgil perked up at the chance to speak

“oh, well, my birthday is june second, and i really like purple! i’m pretty sure that i’m pan, but i have a preference for guys. oooh! and i really want to be an elementary school teacher.”

that made logan perk up. “really? i currently teach first graders across town.”

“no way!” virgil gasped. “that’s awesome! i love little kids so much. they’ve got so much energy.”

“and their intelligence is unrivaled!”

“yes!”

roman and patton watched as the two excitedly conversed about kids and teaching

patton admired virgil’s enthusiasm, and was happy that he was getting along with logan.

and virgil looked really cute with his happy smile and the little glimmer in his eyes

patton may or may not have zoned out in favor of staring at his beautiful boyfriend

roman couldn’t really tell what logan and virgil were talking about (they were speaking far too quickly for him to follow), but he admired how excited logan looked when he was speaking

oh no

roman was falling for logan

time to not follow his own advice and pretend that his feelings don’t exist

after another half hour or so of chatting, the adults and kids split ways for a while

patton and virgil went up to patton’s room, and logan and roman stayed in the living room

the boys settled together at the end of patton’s bed, holding hands and leaning on each other

“you look paw-sitively purrfect, virgil” patton giggled

“is... are you saying that because i have cat-eye eyeliner on?”

“...maybe”

virgil smiled and pulled patton in for a kiss

they kissed for a little, but patton eventually pulled away

he looked worried, and he fidgeted with his hands as he said, “do you think that your dad likes me?”

“well...” virgil started. “he didn’t like you for a long time. after the first day of school, he kind of held a grudge on you.” patton winced, but he didn’t get the opportunity to say anything. “i think he’s forgiven you now.”

“really?”

“i promise. he just wanted to protect me because he’s my dad, but i think he’s realized that you’re not actively trying to hurt me, and you’re just a bit dumb at times”

“hEY”

virgil smiled and nudged patton “you know i love you”

“hnnnnnn i love you too”

“heLL YEAH!”

meaNwhiLE downstairs

logan led roman into the the living room and roman was

stunned

because logan had at least a thousand books meticulously organized around the room

“how many books do you have in here...?” roman asked, running his hand over an entire collection of encyclopedias 

“about one thousand two hundred on the shelves, but i have some children’s books in those baskets at the bottom as well as the books that are starting to fall apart like my copy of hamlet”

“how did you even get so many books? i’ve been collecting novels my whole life, and i only have a few bookshelves full”

“my mom is a librarian, and whenever they would get newer copies of books or get rid of unwanted books, she’d give them to me. i’ve bought a fair few of these myself, but there are only so many that i can buy on a teacher’s salary”

and roman’s like

????? hot

and logan keeps rambling on about books, and roman’s just having a gay crisis but it’s fine 

but then logan looks at roman expectantly, and roman hadn’t exactly been paying enough attention to read logan’s lips, so he played the “can you repeat yourself? i didn’t catch it” card

“sorry. i asked how you came to adopt virgil”

and roman obviously is like hey how about we spill a lot of sad life things with this almost stranger because he’s cute

~this is where the murder is mentioned~

“his mom was my best friend in high school. although we went our separate ways for college, she stayed supportive of me after i came out. she was... the only one from my old life who would even think to talk to me. even thomas hesitated to talk to me for fear of crossing our parents and their ridiculously catholic ideas.” roman sighed. “eventually, though, she got mixed up in some bad stuff, and she got with this drug addict who got her pregnant with virgil. when virgil was about a year old, the guy thought that my friend was cheating on him, and he shot her. the shot, luckily, didn’t kill her right away, and she was able to push him into the corner of a table and kill him before he could get to virgil. she called the police, but she died before they could get there. as soon as i found out, I went and started the adoption process. i had only been a year out of college at that point.”

~end of the murder mention~

logan was stunned. “that is... horrible, roman. i am so sorry for your loss.”

“it’s alright,” roman said with a shrug. “it was over a decade ago, and it led to me getting the best thing in my life. the circumstances were shit, but virgil has made me a better person, and i wouldn’t know what i’d do without him keeping my head on gay.”

“you mean straight...?”

“nothing about me is straight, logan. don’t be absurd”

eventually, it’s time for roman and virgil to leave

virgil and patton walk out to the car and leave the adults at the door because they wanna kiss each other goodbye without being spied on

on their way to the car, virgil whispers “how much do you want to bet that they’ll be flirting with each other by the time we leave”

“ten dollars. i mean, didn’t you see how your dad looked at logan? it was gross!”

meanwhile, at the door...

roman leans back on the doorframe and smiles. “this was a nice night, logan. virgil definitely had a lot of fun”

“that’s great; i’m glad”

“here--give me your phone. i’ll put my number in, and we can get together some other time to get to know each other better”

logan obliged, and roman sent himself a text using logan’s phone and set his contact name as “prince of your dreams”

they chatted for a minute or so longer, just to give the boys enough time to say their goodbyes, before parting ways

logan didn’t spend the rest of the night texting roman

don’t be ridiculous

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[bending-sickle]

motherfuckers be like “oh just enjoy doing the craft it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t come out perfect” and i’m like “karen, it’s clothes i want to wear. in public. and feel good in. i have Standards.”

so do y’all want to hear about Ye Saga of how i have failed to make a dress? that i started in may of last year? and have put in i think over 50 hours? unless it’s 80. (i had to redo another dress last year because again, fuckery, and my sewing log gets confusing.)

so literally every step of this has been discouraging and has had to be done at least twice and every time the potential end result just keeps getting worse and worse.

we start off with the cloth. it’s polyester and therefore shit. double-shit because it’s for a summer dress and i might as well wrap myself in seran wrap. The pattern is floral but not quite enchanting but i buy it anyway because it’s a shitload of cloth and only 3 euros because it’s from the scrap heap.

and then i try to make a pattern for it, frankensteining two or three different historical options for which i only have the vaguest of “this is kinda what the pieces looked like. good luck scaling it up to anything usuable.” so there was a lot of drafting, redrafting, measuring, re-redrafting.

then there were the mock-ups to test out the pattern. so many mock ups. so many oh god. pins everywhere. all the contortionism to try and pin the cloth and not myself. more sewing. trying to scavange cloth bits to try and make yet another tester. it was hell.

then i went on to the lining, because even though the cloth was literally plastic, it was slightly see-through and idk, fancy clothes have lining, right? so i piece together the lining from my mom’s old pants’ lining. i sew it up all nice with great seams. let’s leave that tragedy waiting because then

then i started on the bodice of the dress. and i really wanted to put piping in between the seams so you could actually see all the nice piecing - especially in the back - that i had worked so hard on. i was super excited because i had ribbon just the perfect shade and it would be so, so very pretty. i sew up so much piping. (this is cord wrapped in rippon, like you can find on pillow edgins and stuff.) i sew the dress top, putting in the piping. the piping decides to be the boss and fuck up every curve. there is no using the piping and still having a dress that won’t stand up by itself and prance around like madonna’s bullet bra. the piping has to go. this makes the dress not as cool as i’d been hoping. in fact, the main point of all the effort in the pattern design has just gone out the window because you can’t see the nice shapes i’ve made with each piece. but whatever. it fits. so i resew the bodice.

bodice is looking good. i attach the lining, which, i mean “attach” is such a short word for all the sewing, pinning, more sewing, cutting, and fussing that happened. but i get it done. half of the dress is now done.

but no. remember the tragedy we left hanging with no period after the senence up there, a couple paragraphs back? yeah.

you can see the lining seams through the dress. which. not good. so i redo the lining. and i mean i just could have redone the gone that went down the center front, now that i think of it, and just accepted the blazing white lines of seams under the dress in the other parts, but no, i wanted things done right.

but i couldn’t do things right because i’d done them perfect before. meaning opening up the seams meant i now had much less seam space to work with, meaning OH HAI THE LINING CLOTH IS JUST GOING TO RIP APART BECAUSE YOU HAVE SO LITTLE TO WORK WITH OH MY BAD. so i do a shitty job of the lining.

whatever. the skirt

i gather up the skirt so it has nice little scrunchy bits at the waist. i redo this long, ong process at least three times.

i put the skirt together with the bodice. i also do this attempt so many times. eight months later, i’ll realize i did it wrong and could have avoided so many hours of work and headache but no. no, i put it on the way i did, because fuck my life right now.

but we’re not done with the lining.

i try and put it in with the skirt. won’t work won’t fit. redo it a few times. the cloth starts screaming and dissolving. i try and save the edges even though theyre now hideous. i end up just sewing little anchor lines to the lining, making it officially the most ugly lining in the history of any atempts.

this next step is what made me give up for half a year, because there’s the hem. and remember how i fucked up putting in the skirt? yeah. so the waist of the dress isn’t a straight line, making the hem...not a straight line, if i just take a ruler from the bottom and say “yeah let’s lop off some 50 cms and it’ll be level and good” then the bottom of the skirt is going to be a droopy, wavy mess, waving in shame at all other dresses.

so i fold, pin, hand-sew, re-fold, re-pin, re-resew the goddamned hem again, so many times, trying to just get the damned bottomg of the skirt level, at whatever length. i sort of managed.

then i gave up for half a year, meaning that summer dress was not seeing  peek of that year’s summer.

so i took my gonads in both hands this week and tried again with the skirt and that’s when i realized how difficult i’d made everything for myself because there was all that folding, pinning, sewing fun factory again, in triplicate. but i managed to get the hem to the length i wanted and i tried it on.

and the lining tore. just shredded itself to little pieces like the little fucker it was.

which means that after sewing that thing up twice, sewing it down twice - or was it thrice - i had to take the scissors to it and chop it off. chop, i say, because i was not going to unsew all the bodice bits. there were SLEEVES involved.

speaking of sleeves while i was cutting off the lining with all the care in the world i ended up cutting a little hole in one of the sleeves. because fuck everything. and since this is polyester shit, i couldn’t sew the hle up because the edges kept fraying like they were trying to become one with the dust bunnies. so i tried sewing it up like it was a buttng hole or something only apparently my fingers and eyes and skills and everything were in another room because wow it ugly.

so that was a great achievement in the unfucking of this dress fiasco.

so now i had a dress with no lining except the little shreds of shame along the edge of the bodice and a wonky hem.and the bodice was all floaty in the wrong places because it didn’t have the support of the lining helping it out and it’s, again, poly-fucking-ester.

today i did yet more of the same shit i’d done yesterday and got the hem as leastwonky as possible. i then asked my mom to help un-wonkify the hem. as i stood in front of the mirror with the bodice flopping everywhere, the lines of the pices i cut out lost in the sauce of the pattern, the scrunched up waist of the skirt not really giving nice folds but only one big belly balloon, and overall the general image of the dress being “...goddamn fuck no shit god i feel so ugly all that work and it makes me feel ugly” i thought...well, all that, and also how many hours i’d invested into this and how i might just not even wear it after all.

and then i was ironing it and thinking “maybe if i cannibalise it and make it into a skirt only and redo the bodice using the cloth on top of another one like a new lining or just a white cotton, and make it an outfit...”

but that would mean redoing this dress a third time. which, no.

also? i bought two types of ribbon thiking i could still do the piping effect on the seams, make the dress have a little oomf, but it’s just so much work already for such an ugly thing that will make me sweat like a beached whale in summer and be worn like, twice, that just... god, set the damned thing on fire maybe. what is the point.

also? since i’m the one making it, the labour is free, and idiots on the internet would be like “oh, so the cloth was 3 euros? so  it’s a 3 euro dress? cheap! noice! who cares if it isn’t perfect?” and i’ll be like... me and my 50 hours of manual labour say it isn’t 3 euros worth, karen.

so i am incredibly discouraged and disappointed and if this whole experience doesn’t sum up my entire life. like, put in the work. do it perfect. do it again. do everything right and then it’ll all amount to nothing. congratualtions, you’ve just wasted half of your life.

i mean...

dress ugly. me tired. fuck everything.

so yeah i’m going to sew the hem up one of these days and call it quits.

[richrubies]

Back Stage II: Foolish Enough (GD x Reader)

Warning: idk violence? foul language, angst, bullshit ex boyfriends do

‘How long?’ you asked quietly as you leaned against the wall of the now—empty dressing room. Young-bae had led everyone away from the room moments ago, bitterly taking Kiko with them as they went.

Jiyong refused to meet your eye as he replied, scratching the back of his head, ‘Not long…We ran into each other last month when I was in America.’

‘And so?’ you prompted, your voice quivering.

Jiyong’s shot up from where he sat at his vanity, and defended, ‘But we didn’t do anything, I swear to God, Y/N?’

‘Just because you don’t sleep with someone, doesn’t mean you don’t want them, Jiyong,’ you tell him quietly.

You prayed for him to deny it. To tell you that it wasn’t anything serious, that they were just old friends that had seen each other after so long.

But it never came. And if it did, you wouldn’t have believed it anyway. You saw him on stage. You saw the same longing that he used to have for you.

Jiyong’s heart had been moved by Kiko’s reappearance in his life.

You thought you would cry, or at least scream, but all that came out was a pathetic sigh. Pushing yourself off of the wall, you moved around the room and collected the few balloons that your friends had managed to inflate, along with the bags that the items came in. Sighing, you look at Jiyong who remain seated with his head hung low, and muttered, ‘Bye, G-Dragon.’

As you left the room, Jiyong called your name, asking you to wait whilst he remained where he sat, which was all you needed to know. He wanted you to wait; for you to meet his needs.

But you’d grown tired of doing that, and so you walked further away even as tears fell down your face.

~*~

It took months for the articles to relent.

G-Dragon spotted with Kiko! Old flames reignited?

Relationship between Korean Idol GD and Japanese Model Kiko, confirmed!

Marriage on the cards, says Kiko in an exclusive interview

Pregnancy speculation between GD and Kiko – is the prince of KPop about to be born?

It’d been eight months since your break up, and new articles were released so often that you’d nearly given up on reading and watching the news just to avoid Jiyong’s face.

You’d flown back to Korea three days after the back-stage confrontation, having decided to spend your holiday doing what you wanted to originally do, minus the boyfriend part of course. You didn’t receive any texts from Jiyong other than one telling you that he was sorry, and that he loves you, but he just wasn’t ready for your relationship.

Not ready for a relationship my ass, you scoffed at the memory.

You’d thrown yourself into your work once you’d returned. The first thing you’d done, however, was change all the locks and passwords to your home and office.

You had to be grateful to Jiyong in a way, however. Knowing and loving him had bought many amazing people in to your life, including a lot of the YG family. Hyorin and Young-bae had supported you more than you could ever have expected, and in return, you had played a large role in organizing their wedding.

You were a manager and designer who specialized in private events; so together with your favourite couple, you’d spent the last three months planning their wedding, perfecting the details and catering to their every need.

Currently, you were sat in your work-shop office which sat on balcony of the second floor, overlooking the rest of the office where several other employees were; Hyorin’s wedding board was sat in the centre of the room amongst many others, covered in images and details which you had gradually built together.

‘So, everything is ready to go?’ Hyorin asked excitedly.

You nod with a grin, ‘We just have to confirm the seating plans and guests so that we know how many heads to cater for; as well as for the gift bags,’

Hyorin nodded and pulled out her diary and began to rattle off the changes that had been made to the guest list. It wasn’t until you’d nearly wrapped up the meeting, that Hyorin asked, ‘Have you seen the headlines?’

‘Which one? I stopped looking a few weeks ago,’ you ask absentmindedly as you shifted through your binder book dedicated to the upcoming wedding.

‘GD and Kiko split up.’

You froze momentarily before continuing to shift your papers around, looking up at Hyorin, ‘Did Young-bae confirm it?’

Hyorin nodded, sighing, ‘He was up most of the night talking with Jiyong about it when it happened. He said it was bound to happen. They’re not meant to be together. They’re too similar.’

‘Similarity is a bad thing?’ you ask with an eyebrow raised.

‘Not always…But Jiyong needs stability in a world that’s continuously rocking, and Kiko isn’t able to provide that for him when she herself is continuously on the move.’

You nodded in understanding, and countered, ‘I guess she’s off the list as well, huh?’

Hyorin snorted but nodded in agreement, wondering as to how you could keep your composure after all that you went through because of both Jiyong and Kiko.

~*~

The venue had been styled to perfection, and you couldn’t have thanked your team enough for all of the effort that they had put into preparing for the wedding. You’d handed over the manager’s headset to one of your colleagues so that you could enjoy the wedding with your friends, which was what led you to be walking in to the room with your arm wrapped around Mino’s.

‘Wow,’ Mino complimented, ‘This is amazing!’

You grinned, squeezing his arm lightly, ‘Did I do a good job?’

‘You can plan my wedding,’ Mino tells you in response, a grin on his face. Seungri had offered to be your date for the wedding, but you had preferred to go with Mino, seeing as you were the same age and had become friends through working together on the stage sets. Plus, it meant you wouldn’t be stuck around GD if you went with him.

You’d even matched to Mino’s outfit, wearing a thin-strapped navy-blue dress that hugged your figure, with white lace tracing along the lowcut neckline and bottom of the skirt that ended mid-calf.

‘It’ll cost you,’ you tell him playfully as you found people to conversate with as you waited for the bride and groom to enter the room.

Sipping on a sweet alcoholic-free drink, you watched as Seungri entered, along-side his friends and band members. He spotted you almost immediately, leaving both Seunghyun and Daesung to rush over and hug you tightly.

‘What’s going on?’ you laugh as he held you, ‘We saw each other at the ceremony!’

‘I’m just happy to see you, is all, it’s been so long,’ he tells you honestly, looking down at the outfit that you’d previously hidden behind a coat, ‘Yah, you look amazing.’

Mino joined you both and bowed respectively. Seungri clapped his back, ‘You’re lucky to have a date like our Y/N,’ he turns to you with narrowed eyes, ‘I can’t believe you rejected me for my junior.’

Laughing, you apologize, ‘Sorry 오빠, I’ll be your date to the next wedding.’

He rolled his eyes, ‘That’ll be in another twenty years at this rate!’

You hadn’t noticed Jiyong sidle up to your conversation, but there he stood, as handsome and shameless as ever.

‘Seunghyun-형 wants you,’ GD tells Seungri, ignoring your presence.

Awkwardly, Seungri nodded. His eyes shifting between you two as he stuttered out, ‘Ah…Okay…I’ll see you in a bit, Y/N! Save me a dance!’

Nodding, you waved him away as Jiyong dragged him towards where Top was sitting, looking as uncomfortable as ever.

Mino cleared the uncomfortable air by muttering, ‘Let’s go eat some of the snacks, huh?’

~*~

As the night wore on and your feet had begun to hurt from the amount of dancing, you found yourself sitting on one of the chairs near the bar, watching over the guests with a smile. The couple were in the throng of it all, happily swaying with the guests. They really did make a beautiful pair.

You hadn’t seen Jiyong for a while; come to think of it, you hadn’t seen Seungri or Daesung either. As you thought this, a deep and familiar voice interrupted you.

‘Y/N.’

Looking up, you smiled at Top, ‘Seung-hyun 오빠!’

You hadn’t had the chance to talk to him all night, not with many of the other guests crowding him, excited to see him for the first time in months.

‘Have you been well?’ he asked in his low tone, a small smile on his lips.

‘Mm. I’ve been well,’ you tell him honestly as he sat beside you. ‘How have you been holding up?’

You ask in reference of the scandals and articles that had been released over the last few months.

‘Well…It’s bearable,’ he tells you with a shrug, sipping on his drink.

‘You look well, at least,’ you tell him, ‘That’s a relief. I was worried about you. Did you not get my messages?’

‘How are you still so kind after what our friend did to you?’ he blurts out suddenly.

You couldn’t help but shrink back from his intense stare and shrugged, ‘It was Jiyong who did me wrong. Not you, or Ri, or any of the others. I shouldn’t put that responsibility on you.’

‘Not even if I knew about it?’ he asked quietly.

‘Did you know about it?’ you ask with a hint of disappointment.

He nodded in response. Your shoulders fell but before you could say anything else, your colleague emerged from the side-lines of the event and approached you with haste, trying her best to remain calm as she strode purposefully to your position.

‘What’s wrong?’ you ask immediately, standing from your seat and ignoring Top who followed your movement.

You knew from the look that she gave, that something had gone wrong. Nodding to Seunghyun, you excused yourself and followed Sunny out of the venue and into a private room.

‘What’s going on?’ you ask, looking around.

‘It’s Mr. Kwon,’ she tells you, ‘He’s trashed the leaving vehicle that the couple are meant to be leaving in, in less than 40 minutes!’

‘What?’

‘There’s no problem in getting a new one in, I’ve already taken the necessary steps.’

‘So, what is the problem?’

‘He’s still in the garage and he refuses to come out. Mr. Lee and Kang are with him now, and they said not to involve any security in case a reporter gets wind of it.’

You scowled, before kicking off the god-forsaken heels you wore, and taking the spare walkie-talkie that Sunny was carrying.

‘I’ll deal with it. Make sure you get team one to replace all of the décor for the car, and our cleaning crew on standby for when I get that psychopath out of the room,’ you tell her, the authority and tone of your experience coming to light, ‘And make sure no one suspects a thing. This information can’t be shared with anyone. I don’t want to ruin Young-bae and Hyorin’s wedding.’

Sunny nodded, and set herself to work, whilst you left the room and marched towards the venue’s private parking garage where you had had the car stored earlier in the evening.

After following a series of corridors, you found yourself eye-to-eye with Daesung, who looked just as tussled and frustrated as you.

‘What’s going on?’ you ask him, catching him by surprise as he guarded the door.

Without hesitation, Daesung tells you, ‘He’s drunk and pissed off.’

‘So, he’s got more than one problem and he’s decided to take his frustration out on everything else?’ you say dead-pan, knowing exactly what this meant. You could hear the smashing and crashing from within, along with Seungri trying to control Jiyong.

Daesung nodded whilst you sighed, ‘Let me in. I’ll deal with it.’

‘I wouldn’t…’

‘Move,’ you tell him again, ‘I’m just as pissed off as Jiyong. I can handle it.’

Daesung nodded, ‘Be careful.’

You gave him a quick smile to reassure him before opening the door and finding yourself face-to-face with the car Jiyong had just finished taking to with a bat. The ground was covered in glass, and there were dents all throughout the one side of the car that you could see.

Jesus Christ.

Seungri stood in the corner of the room with a busted lip, looking dishevelled whilst Jiyong stood on the opposite side of the room with his back to you, one hand clenched into a fist, and the other clutching a bottle of top-shelf liquor.

Without a word, you moved towards Seungri and grabbed his face, gently holding it as he looked away from Jiyong and at you in surprise.

‘What are you doing here?’

You brushed a thumb over his lip with a frown, testing whether it was bad enough for him to need medical attention. He hissed, ‘Yah.’

‘Are you okay?’ you ask, attempting to straighten out his outfit and gently petting his arms to soothe him.

‘I’m fine. You shouldn’t be here,’ Seungri tells you quietly.

‘Why?’ Jiyong interrupts with a slur, causing you both to jump in surprise, ‘Are you worried that I’ll hurt her?’

Seungri moved to lurch forward, but was stopped by your arms, ‘It’s okay. You need to get out of here. I’ll deal with this.’

‘But,’ Seungri started, only to stop when you shook your head, ‘Trust me. I’ll be fine.’

Leading Seungri out of the door before closing it, you looked toward Jiyong who was now leaning against the car he’d just ruined, watching you with narrowed eyes.

‘You have them all under your thumb, huh?’

‘What?’ you ask from the other side of the room.

Jiyong moved forward a few steps, ‘Mino, Seungri, Young-bae. They’re all at your beck and call,’ he spits out.

‘They’re my friends.’ You tell him blatantly.

‘They were mine first.’

‘If Young-bae is your friend, why are you trying to ruin his wedding?’

‘I’m not trying to rui–‘

‘Then what the fuck are you doing in here?’ you ask him venomously, ‘Having a tea party?’

Jiyong blinked in surprise at your sudden anger.

‘How dare you try and ruin his day! You have fucking issues, Jiyong, we get it, but don’t drag anyone else down on your way out!’

Jiyong’s nostrils flared, ‘That’s right! I have issues! And you’re one of the biggest ones! You left me!’

You laugh bitterly, ‘Grow up Jiyong. You stayed where you wanted to be and I didn’t. That’s the difference between you and I.’

Jiyong had no response; not that you gave him a chance to find one, anyway, ‘You’re the one who got in to a relationship and moved on, so how dare you stand there after eight months and tell me that I’m one of your issues!’

‘Kiko and I…We broke up…For good this time.’ Jiyong tells you as he walked closer, the glass crunching under his shoes.

‘Congratulations,’ you tell him sarcastically.

‘I’m sorry for what I did to you,’ Jiyong continues, stopping so that he was only a foot away, ‘My heart wavered…but after seeing you tonight…All of those old feelings came rushing back…I couldn’t even look at you without wanting to kis–‘

He didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence before your hand reached out and slapped him across the cheek, a loud crack echoing from the power of your hit, you yelled, ‘You’re a fucking pig, Jiyong. Do you think that I’m easy? That you can waltz back in to my life and tell my sweet nothings like the good old days? You made your choice that day. Live with it!’

The door swung open and Seungri looked at you with worry after hearing the sound of the slap and your raised tone, ‘Y/N! Are you okay?’

Ignoring Seungri, you angrily point your finger at Jiyong, ‘Three things are going to happen from now on Jiyong. One. You’re going to get out of this room so that my team can take care of the mess you’ve made. Two. You’re going to wash your face and go back into that wedding and pretend this shit never happened. Three. You’re not going to speak about this to anyone, especially not Young-bae. Is that clear?’

Still in shock from your hit that surely sobered him up, Jiyong stumbled towards the door airily, allowing Daesung to drag him down the hall as he looked over his shoulder at you.

You’d changed, he thought as he rounded the corner, you’d gotten much better at fighting against him. Unlike before when you’d argue, those words of finding you attractive would cause you to melt into him and you would give in to him easily. Now...now you were someone he barely even knew.

As you stood, chest heaving, attempting to not let any tears fall, Seungri murmured, ‘Crazy son of a bitch…Yah! Your feet are bleeding! Where are your shoes?’

Without responding, you spoke into your walkie-talkie, ‘Send in the cleaning crew and make sure that Jiyong is presentable before letting him back in. I’ll also need someone to take care of Seungri.’

‘What’s wrong with me?’ Seungri asks confused as you calmed yourself down enough to respond, ‘You’ve got a split lip and a bit of bruising is beginning to show.’

‘Yah…Your feet are probably much worse than my lip! Come on, I’ll carry you there, you might have glass in your feet…Ah this crazy girl!’

~*~

The rest of the wedding went on without any issues. Jiyong played his part and clapped happily, dancing with whoever asked, and put on a façade that even you had to watch in awe.

Seungri remained glued to your side, keeping a watchful eye on you as the night continued, taking over Mino’s role as a date, which you were grateful for, seeing as you didn’t want to ruin Mino’s night.

When it came to send off the couple, Seungri wrapped his arm around your waist and attempted to carry a majority of your weight whilst making it look natural.

You hissed under your breath a few times from the stinging of the now-bandaged cuts, but managed to put on a smile and wave to the oblivious couple as they marched down the stairs of the venue and into the shining new vehicle that had replaced the one Jiyong had totalled.

After a while, the crowd dispersed and the reception ended with you sitting on the front steps, leaning against Seungri as you looked down at your feet – it was funny how you hadn’t even noticed the pain as you had rushed to Seungri’s side and now you wished whole-heartedly that you still couldn’t feel it.

‘I’ll take you home,’ Seungri tells you with a nod whilst you attempted to protest that you were okay, ‘At least then, I can make sure you’re home safely.’

It became evident that you couldn’t fight him on this one, and so you nodded your head gratefully while waiting for Seungri’s driver to pull around.

~*~

Your apartment building was in sight as you attempted to walk on your own two feet. It took all of ten seconds before Seungri scoffed and bent to scoop you up, ‘No offence, Y/N, but it’s been a really long day, and you’re going to take forever to get to your apartment like this, so I’ll just carry you instead.’

Rolling your eyes, you let him carry you into the building and onto the elevator, pushing for the 27th floor.

As soon as Seungri stepped off of the lift, he froze, bringing your drowsy attention to the figure leaning against your front door with his head hanging low.

Jiyong looked up at the sound of the elevator, and his eyes narrowed at the position you and Seungri were in.

‘Just ignore him,’ you tell Seungri, and so he did, marching to your door and pushing in the code whilst Jiyong watched.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked as Seungri kicked open the door and stepped inside, shutting it on Jiyong’s face, ‘Yah! How dare you ignore your 형!’

The banging on the door continued, up until the point that Seungri had set you down a glass of water and some pain-killers.

‘I’d better get going.’

‘Thanks for helping me,’ you tell him earnestly.

‘You know that we all have your back, Y/N. Make sure to put ointment on your feet!’

‘Mm,’ you respond as you waved him off from the couch.

As soon as the apartment door had opened and closed, you could hear the two arguing out front of the door.

‘What were you doing in there, huh?’

‘I had to bring her home,’ came Seungri’s reply.

‘Why were you carrying her like that?’ Jiyong questioned.

‘Because her feet are covered in cuts! From the glass you smashed! Honestly, 형 ! Don’t you think you’ve done enough? Don’t you think you’ve hurt her enough?’

‘She’s hurt?’

You’d crawled to the door at this point, struggling to stand before you swung open the door to glare at Jiyong, ‘When it comes to you, Jiyong, I’m always hurt. Now get the hell away from my apartment before I call security.’

Slamming the door shut on his stunned face and Seungri who had already turned and walked away, you sunk to the floor and let out a quiet sob.

It was true. You were always hurt when it came to him; because he’d betrayed you, because he’d never chased you when you walked away; you were hurt because he saw you as someone foolish enough to listen to his bullshit and accept it immediately.

Most of all, you were hurt because he never left your heart, not even for a second.

WELL

HERE’S PART TWO

I DON’T KNOW WHERE I’M GOING WITH THIS

BUT Y’KNOW

WE’LL FIGURE IT OUT ON THE WAY

Part one is here

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[inkofamethyst]

February 10, 2021

I HAVE THREE EXAMS NEXT WEEK WOW

The fifteenth, sixteenth, and eighteenth.

I don’t feel terrible about them?  I’ve generally been keeping up with lectures, though my spaced repetitions could still use some regularity.

One of these days I need to go through an assign tags to all my journal posts so that it’s easier to find them based on certain subjects.  I’ll of course tag all of my journals with todayninafeels, then I might have specific tags for each of my friends, a college admissions tag for The Dark Year, a university tag for my school days, a high school tag, a historybounding tag, a sensitive tag for those days where I just get sad, and then I think I want a tag for all of my most positive memories that I can read through on really bad/neutral days.  I also think I’ll have a covid tag.  And then I can do that fancy thing that some people have on their blogs where they have a tag list that links to all the posts with that tag.

I’m afraid that I’ve been thinking too much since I’ve been home.  I can spend an hour or two writing out one of these journals.  But the thing is, this is so relieving for me.  I feel a bit of a rush with every post.  And part of that comes from the fact that I’m putting some of my deepest thoughts online for just anyone to read.  One of these days I might come to my senses and realize that this is not actually a good idea.  But, for now, I’m young, and I’m allowed to be dumb.

Okay so I’m in a couple of permanent groups for the semester which... idk it kinda sucks because groupwork is super not fun in an online format (in-person it’s just not fun) and like,,, y’all know me.  I’m the type to push my group through group work.  I have more of a domineering style of leadership where I’m the person who checks over everything because 1. if you want something done right you ought to do it yourself and 2. I prefer my style to anyone else’s because I tend to know what I’m doing, and if I don’t I’ll either come out and say it or I’ll sound like I do.  So I’m already somewhat afraid that there’s someone else in my genetics group who approaches group work in a similar way and that really flustered me today.  It wasn’t a shouting match or anything, I’m just afraid that this won’t be the last time we... clash.

In other news, I really want to sew a skirt and despite the fact that I should be studying for my three exams, I think I’m going to take some time this week/weekend to do just that.  I bought a reprinted 1940s pattern a few weeks ago and saw someone who’d made it last night on Facebook in the ~Historybounding~ group (speaking of which, I’m sort of historybounding today!  For me that just entails wearing a skirt with a decent blouse, honestly, but it’s certainly something!!  I’ve actually been making an effort to historybound whenever I get dressed (though I think I might do Thoroughly Overdressed Thursdays where I wear something outlandish like an old prom dress that hasn’t been touched in years or a ball gown that hasn’t been touched in even more years... we shall see), and while I look like a grade school teacher from the 1800s, I do feel positively cute, and that’s the whole point (though it does make me want to make a Victorian waistcoat terribly).), and now I really want to make one for myself.  A few months ago I bought some yellow floral fabric that my mom says looks like an old lady’s sheets, but I might make it out of that because... well, she’s not wrong, and I’d like to at least try making that fabric into something.  And if I like the pattern, I’ll likely make more from it.

You know, one thing I have to say about my style is that, generally, my color palette has stayed the same over the years.  Black, gray, burgundy, later adding green and burnt orange, most recently adding brown and white... it just makes it immensely easy to work with what I already have as I do my little style transitions.  And, as I’m sure I’ve said before, living in a dorm made me realize how few clothes I actually need/wear in a single season.  So minimizing my closet choices as I did a week or so ago isn’t really all that bad, you know?  I still have enough pieces that I can make a plethora of different outfits (though I do still resort to my trusty denim fairly often, and I’ve saved two pairs of jeggings because, well, they’ve been faithful to me so far and truly are part of my comfort clothes), even if I do fall back to the same styles.  The main thing I’m missing, I think, besides proper footwear which will certainly be a challenge, as I need to find footwear that will allow me to walk up to seven miles a day (yes, I was walking seven miles each day my first semester and a half in college.  How the mighty have fallen.), is plain black and brown bottoms.  I’ve three pairs of brown/black patterned trousers, but I’d like some plain wool or cotton ones.  Perhaps that will be a spring break project for once I gather myself some proper trouser-making cotton fabric?  Or maybe even a project for a nice weekend?  We shall see.  

Anyway one of the biggest issues with spending most of my sophomore year inside is that I don’t get to have my sophomore year awkward phase.  Like, I imagine that there’s a junior year glow up but only after the sophomore year awkward phase.  And while, like, sure, my clothing is sort of going through an awkward, disjoined phase of being half history-inspired and half totally modern, I don’t get to share that weirdness with other people.  And I mean, yes, this means that I get the opportunity to go straight from the cute freshman to the rockin junior, but like, hhhhhhhh I miss uni okay?  And I’m afraid of not hitting that junior year glow up standard by the time school starts again.  I suppose I may have the opportunity to see how a glow up might feel if I get accepted to a residential program for the summer (...and I’m going to leave the conversation at that because if I think about this one inch more, I might just whip myself into another anxious frenzy like I have the past couple of posts).  Historybounding in public and such.  ...I’ll need to make more cotton skirts.

Oh, um, and also a note to my photo-friend that I may never send but I’ve seen a few tiktoks on this topic and kinda wanted to address it?  So back in freshman year of high school when my photo-friend told me he had a crush on me and I internally freaked out (though it was nothing compared to the confusion I was feeling after he came out as gay... but honestly that’s not a conversation I’m ready to have yet) then friendzoned him and just kind of just expected things to go back to the way they were before, which, like, they did and we never talked about it.  And that was fine by me as someone who’s very non-confrontational.  But!  After all this time, he started bringing it up during our freshman year of college and something about it must’ve been bothering him.  I talked about this in a journal entry from some time ago, but he told me that, for a while, he really did not like me after I didn’t return his feeling.  And I understand why now!  It may not be possible for someone to continue being your friend if they’ve had a crush on you for a while and they know those feelings won’t be reciprocated.  So, for me, everything seemed to go back to normal, but for my photo-friend, he was probably experiencing a lot of turmoil that he couldn’t really express to anyone else, and I’m really sorry that I didn’t even consider how that would make him feel.

Today I’m thankful for the snowwwwww bc it snowed again tonight and I can’t wait to see how it looks in the morning!

[led123123]

asians.. take their shoes before they go inside the house.. and they have special pair to go to bathroom

I was like.. outside again today.. and.. all I was doing.. was.. watching.. sky.. basically. because I had nothing else to do. it looked good. nice colors. blue sky. green earth.. white clouds..

biting goes good today.. thank god.. I didn’t have to work too hard today.. basically.. most of the time I just.. stared at trees sky clouds and.. grass

I like this kind of work better.. I couldn’t start a truck.. basically I was just staring at blue sky clouds grass and green trees today

I didn’t know how to start engine.. a car.. and I figured it out. it took me a lot of time to figure out how to start car

and I f*cking felt like a dumbass.. 

after I managed to start it

I feel so dumb..

so I like.. still.. was biting on the.. first molar on the side that I wasn’t biting before.. but not I’m moving to 2nd molar

https://youtu.be/q_eo5j5sib8

https://youtu.be/O6BJiije6m4?t=9

okay.. I’m installing new hard drive.. maybe he unboxed my hard drive because I didn’t give him money back for this hard drive.. because I didn’t think that I had any money in wallet.. but I found some and gave him back maybe I don’t know.. that was kinda.. he oves me a lot of money anyway so that was asshole move of him to do that

installed new hard drive in PC.. it’s a little loud.. so I will have to.. like.. wrap it in something to make it more quiet

it’s kinda loud.. I will have to wrap it in something to remove this noise

https://youtu.be/SeNEK3W9fRc?t=54

it’s a little loud

https://youtu.be/SeNEK3W9fRc?t=147

https://youtu.be/LrmatvP5czo?t=74

https://youtu.be/LrmatvP5czo?t=188

https://youtu.be/LrmatvP5czo?t=222

it’s not super loud.. but I wanted to use rubber or sth

https://images.app.goo.gl/KLTysTZnkMArkKYJ8

this new hard drive doesn’t have automatic acoustic management. but one that I bought before has it

https://youtu.be/mpxBmxj5mP0?t=42

it’s not that loud.. but I should use a rubber to reduce vibrations

https://youtu.be/eeXXz_qTXVM?t=59

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=480

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=391

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=418

I know their songs.. I was listening a lot to 

https://youtu.be/aRTfQ16wbjM

this one was I listened to the most

and this girl was singing in this song

https://youtu.be/Ihi_kJJj_8A

https://youtu.be/Ihi_kJJj_8A?t=61

https://youtu.be/6UpFrXiGAjY?t=21

she was singing chorus in this song

https://youtu.be/6UpFrXiGAjY?t=65

that’s some new songs

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=417

https://youtu.be/vLbfv-AAyvQ

https://youtu.be/vLbfv-AAyvQ?t=57

https://youtu.be/c-3vPxKdj6o?t=2

https://youtu.be/c-3vPxKdj6o?t=211

wow she kinda looks like.. idk.. like.. is that a girl or a boy I don’t know

but she looks like.. I think I mean idk like him I think it kinda.. I don’t know

https://youtu.be/FEqNdMu1BBI?t=1032

https://youtu.be/FEqNdMu1BBI?t=1077

xD

https://youtu.be/AURVxvIZrmU?t=96

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=419

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=106

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=738

I can recognize jpop & kpop video.. in jpop they use more blue material for clothes

I mean these blue skirts are really popular

and these kind of colors and style

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=747

in kpop they wear totally different colors. there is a lot of american style in korean fashion

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=762

japanese language is like.. more interesting because they don’t speak english like koreans.. they just speak only japanese so it’s more interesting I mean.. I mean.. it’s.. more native.. more kinda independent

so I like japanese language a lot.. 

I mean.. kpop is.. kinda.. so popular that it’s kinda becoming.. like.. I mean.. it has american influence.. so. I mean.. to me like.. japanese seems very interseting because.. it’s not influenced as much by america as korea

korea has american influence

in “pop culture”.. 

and japan is unchanged by american influence

so japan is really interesting 

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=777

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=761

these bands like.. scandal. this new nmb48 are so interesting 

what other japanese bands.. a lot of anime bands and singers.. like. tomoko kawase.. she’s really good, band maid is also really good. scandal, eir aoi, yui itsuki

I like their songs a lot

https://youtu.be/h52EITY0YoU

they make different songs than like.. everyone else

https://youtu.be/h52EITY0YoU?t=78

looks like this girl from scandal

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scandal_(Japanese_band)

haruna ono

https://youtu.be/h52EITY0YoU?t=81

and she looks like.. also some girl 

https://youtu.be/h52EITY0YoU?t=133

https://youtu.be/h52EITY0YoU?t=190

she looks like one girl from philippines 

japanese songs are more soothing 

https://youtu.be/h52EITY0YoU?t=136

like tomyam

japanese songs are so good.. like.. they’re not fake they’re kinda authentic and they’re kinda honest authentic.. 

https://youtu.be/fw698TBdnmg?t=779

I mean. there’s like.. not as much competition.. everyone’s just being very nice and kind to each other. 

less competition less pressure

they’re not trying to be fake 

they are more authentic 

very authentic nice people

https://youtu.be/LrmatvP5czo?t=398

https://youtu.be/LrmatvP5czo?t=406

https://youtu.be/kIQ_I448NHQ

https://images.app.goo.gl/MpeSrJR6W8FZ1x92A

https://youtu.be/J8hK3NKztdw?t=540

https://youtu.be/J8hK3NKztdw?t=545

xD

https://youtu.be/vU0Y2ZNiBss?t=5322

I’m gonna write a song called “as long as I have you” it’s gonna be about drinking cocoa

https://youtu.be/Z3LQX9V90Vo

I need some.. rubber to wrap hard drive

https://youtu.be/-0MCP9kkDZ8?t=245

damn I need more time

https://youtu.be/PZYSiWHW8V0

damn I need to do something about this hard drive noise

like.. I don’t know

like.. wrap it with something.. so reduce noise.. but I’m worried about overheating..  damn.. these hard drives actually get hot.. they use.. like.. 10 watts 

old light bulb was using like.. from 30 to like.. 60-90 watts. but they were really hot.. 

electric stove. is like.. 1000 watts.. 

at max level

japanese people are like.. they’re not pretending.. I mean.. they’re authentic

https://youtu.be/17jixTfd81Y?t=22

https://youtu.be/KlqOkSMMKdY?t=24

https://youtu.be/17jixTfd81Y?t=19

што с ними слутилось

https://youtu.be/dia-7fEfu0Y?t=52

so imane. is a name that I never heard before.. 

may sound arabic to me it may sound arabic.. or.. 

https://www.thenamemeaning.com/imane/#:~:text=The%20meaning%20of%20the%20name,Origins%3A%20Swahili

I wanted to say morocco and morocco is next to algeria. she looks like she would be wearing black cloth on her mouth etc. wow it’s actually next to morocco

https://goo.gl/maps/tSEzc5xgeqoEueJe6

https://images.app.goo.gl/Jwzfj5uxLcrCc2YW8

who wears these

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burqa

it’s called burqa

“ is an enveloping outer garment which covers the body and the face that is worn by women in some Islamic traditions. The Arab version of the burqa is called the boshiya, and is usually black in color. “

I though islamic and arabic is same people

https://youtu.be/z1EMevsyzZM?t=886

jesus christ.. if I think about this situation when I couldn’t start engine.. it’s been a long time since I did that so I just.. like.. didn’t know damn I’m so stupid

https://youtu.be/7ZkH3w8ltGY?t=15

https://youtu.be/5fNRMUaksZ8?t=86

https://youtu.be/AYBIEvkNF2c

https://youtu.be/Dz3oAH6QG3M?t=59

https://youtu.be/hcbGD7aQR6Q?t=1

like this girl from jordan. and.. this girl from america 

yes. and they met.. 

and she also looks like.. this french girl who’s acting in movies

and marina and the diamonds

does that mean that marina and the diamonds.. comes from bangladesh or somewhere around bangladesh. I don’t know how she looks in long hair.. she has short hair.. they all have short hair.. except rumena and girl from jordan

https://twitter.com/mirrorrmaru/status/1008826044084826112

what character is that?

https://twitter.com/mirrorrmaru/status/1008826719808163842

oh. this is the thing to secure the ends on edges so they don’t get unlaced

https://twitter.com/mirrorrmaru/status/953437141073367041

yes. that’s what I though.. but then she did crystal maiden I guess it was after ti8

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DH43y3zXsAABmSB?format=jpg&name=large

my answer to this would be.. 

https://youtu.be/17jixTfd81Y?t=19

https://twitter.com/mirrorrmaru/status/863497007318675456/photo/2

wow they look same

jesus christ these people playing on a console.. I don’t give a f*ck about your press one button gameplay

what now lol. xD

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

Some Noctis angst? Pretty please???

If it’s Angst you want, it’s angst you should get!

I have no idea what happened with this story, it just got away from me! 

It’s like NoctxReader, but also LunaxReader and I just…Idk!

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“You need to tell her Noctis, she deserves to know.”

You stopped, outside the room where Noctis asked to meet you, looking down to the large silver and black dress that Lady Lunafreya had provided you. It was much more extravagant than you were use to, reaching the floor slim fitting than blossomed out at mermaid length. Seeing as it was a gift from the Oracle herself, you did not wish to appear rude, so you put the dress on after a nice shower.  Your hair pulled into a beautiful ponytail, and your face dolled up, even you didn’t recognize yourself at first.

Yet you were confused, what was it that you deserved to know, you had never heard Ignis take that tone with Noctis before, and you had known the both of them for years. Moving one of your hands, you softly knocked on the door, listening to the bracelet jingle along with the promise ring that Noctis gave you years ago.

“Hey, guys.” You smiled softly, moving into the room, your eyes casted down, embarrassed to be see in the dress as everyone was so use to seeing you within your casual clothes.

“Wow, Y/N, you look awesome!” Prompto smiled, yet you could tell that the blonde was hiding something.

“Thanks, Prompto, did I miss anything?” You inquired, stepping into the room.

“We were actually just leaving.” Gladiolus stated, before sending a glare to Noctis, “His Highness has something to tell you.”

You watched, as the other quickly shuffled out the room, Ignis sparing one last glance to the Prince before shutting the door, “Oh, okay.” You muttered, before turning back to your boyfriend. “You look really nice Noctis.”

Noctis gave you that lopsided smile, “Thanks,you look nice too.”

You smiled moving forward, taking both of his hands within your own, “Tarabene is so beautiful, and Lunafreya is so nice.”

Noctis seemed to flinch at the mention of the woman’s name, “That’s what I wanted to speak to you about.”

“What about, are you needed for the ceremony with Leviathan?” You inquired.

“Y/N, you might want to sit down.”

“Noctis?” You called, as you stepped towards him again, cupping his cheek within your hand, turning those blue eyes toward yourself. “Noctis, what’s wrong?”

Noctis sighed, clenching hands at his side, taking your hand before removing it from his cheek, holding it between the two of you. “The reason we came to Tarabene, the real reason, was because I’m going to marry Lunafreya.”

You felt your heart shatter, the pain within your chest almost made you double over, as you stepped back pulling your hand from Noctis’s. “Wha…what?”

Noctis glanced toward you than away, “I’m going to marry Lunafreya.”

“How long?” You panted softly, your head rushing, as you tried to figure if this was some kind of joke. “How long were you promised to marry her?”

Noctis moved to step towards you again, as you backed up, “…kids…”

“And you didn’t think to tell me! Noctis do you even love me?”

“Of course I love you!”

You scoffed, “You have a funny way of showing it.” You grabbed the skirts of your dress, refusing to cry before the Prince, moving to storm out the room, only to halt as you felt something grab your wrist. You pivoted, as your hand came around, a loud smack echoing through the room.  “Don’t touch me! I fucking hate you, Noctis!”

Noctis released you at the smack, as you picked up your dress quickly throwing the door open, as you almost hit Gladiolus on the other side. The Prince could only listen to your heels slamming on the marble floor as you left.

You barely made it down the hallway, before feeling someone grab a hold of your wrist.

“Y/n…”

“Did you know! Did all of you know!” You barked, spinning around, your eyes glaring hard to your three ‘friends’, as Gladiolus was the one that grabbed a hold of you.

Ignis moved forward, as Gladiolus and Prompto turned away from your glare, “Yes.”

You turned back around, your back facing them, refusing to cry before them, “Let go of me, Gladiolus.” The man quickly let go of your wrist, as you moved to stand, head held high, back straight as you marched down the hallway.

You heard Prompto move to go after you, yet heard Ignis stop him. You managed to get down another hall, before pushing open a door. Finding a fainting couch, as you collapsed onto it crying, you must have looked so dramatic, and so pathetic, yet you heart hurt.

Noctis, your first, your last, and everything! He hurt you so deep, he dragged you on this trip, and now he was breaking up with you! He toyed with you! With your heart, he didn’t deserve your tears, but you couldn’t stop crying. You loved him, you really did, but…you wouldn’t stand to be some mistress. To never have all of his love!

“He hurt you, didn’t he?”

You jumped, unprepared for someone else to be in the room, only to be greeted by that red head man, Ardyn? “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that someone was in here. I can leave.” You moved to get off the couch, only for Ardyn to move across the room before you handing you a tissue.

“No, no my young one, I’m the one that’s intruding, I saw you had stepped within here, and wish to simply know if there was anything I could do to help.” He replied, as you wiped your eyes.

“Not unless you can fix a broken heart.” You muttered softly, as you felt the man’s forefinger and thumb underneath your chin, making you look up to him.

“I can do you one better.” He replied, tucking a small hair piece behind your right ear, “Should you ever need my assistance, i’ll be but a call away. This hair piece will give you that power.”

You went to respond, only to feel your eyes become heavy. Than a wet sensation on your face, as you moaned softly.

“Oh, Umbra, Pryna, don’t wake her.”

Your head quickly shot up from your folded arms on the arm of the fainting couch, as you looked around, only to be greeted by the smiling faces and wagging tails of Lunafreya’s dogs. Meaning, “Lady Lunafreya, I’m…I’m sorry, I didn’t.”

The blonde woman smiled, “There’s no need to be so polite, I do apologize that I’ve bought you into this.”

You glanced around, only now realizing the Magictek Trooper soldiers surrounding you, you quickly jumped up, moving to stand behind Lunafreya. You could take out a few on your own, but still to protect Lunafreya and her handler would be rather rough. Plus being in this dress also would not assist you, you stepped back, pressing your back to Lunafreya’s arm.

“I’ll stay by your side, Lady Lunafreya.” You replied, not wanting to draw a weapon as the M.T has yet to attack or make a move to cause harm.  Only to flinch as you felt a chill behind your ear, turning to see that Gentiana, had froze something there.

“You do not need this.”

You blinked in confusion, only to turn back, as you watched Lunafreya muscle her way beyond the Magictek soldier, quickly moving after the woman. Glaring at one of the soldiers that dared to get too close, you hadn’t noticed that Gentiana had followed.

“Y/N, I know that Noctis explained to you, our betrothal.” Lunafreya begun.

You stared in shock, she was going to start this now? Holy Sixth, did she not realize what was going on, that’s when you noticed she was dressed in white. A wedding dress? You figured it would be more, extra, more pop? You couldn’t help but think that you were the one that was more dressed for the occasion of a bride.

“I did not wish for you to learn this way, as you are…”

You took the woman’s hand, keeping your gaze forward, “Right now, my duty is to protect you Lady Lunafreya. We can talk this over afterwards, okay?”

Lunafreya smiled towards you, “Y/N, please call me Luna.”

You smiled turning toward the woman, “All right, we’re in this together, Luna.”

*

Noctis couldn’t keep his mind clear, he watched as Lunafreya conversed with  Leviathan, only to be shocked, as you also stood by the woman’s side. Only to watch in shock and horror as the Astral being, quickly begun to go on a rampage. Even from where he stood on the balcony, he watched you move quickly, grabbing Lunafreya before throwing her out the way.

As luck would have it, Prompto came to the rescue, yet it was difficult to keep an eye on the two of you, and fight off Leviathan. So at the moment Noctis had to put all of his energy into fighting the Astral, he knew that you were strong enough to take care of yourself and Lunafreya.

You picked up the torn and tattered bottoms of your mermaid dress, ripping the fabric with an apology to Lunafreya as you leapt over the crater made, turning back to Lunafreya as you held out your arms, “Jump, I’ll catch you!”

Lunafreya stepped back, before rushing forward, as you quickly reached out taking the woman’s hand, pulling her into your chest. “Thank you.”

You smiled, your hold remaining tight on the woman’s hand, before you quickly begun running around the battlefield, looking up to notice that Noctis was still trying to battle the large god. Gasping as a part of the ground collapsed underneath Lunafreya’s right heel. You quickly braced yourself pulling back, as you dragged her up.

“Are you okay?”

Lunafreya panted softly, “I’m fine, I can see why Noctis is so in love with you.”

You glanced toward the Prince in question, he seemed to be wearing Levithan down but also himself, helping Lunafreya to her feet, “Let’s go, we need to get you to safety.” You called, only to gasp as Ardyn stood before you. “Ardyn.”

“Thank you, Y/N, you lead Lunafreya right to me.”

You reached up touching the hairpiece the man had placed within your hair, only to feel it ice over at your touch, “You! You said that you’d help me!”

“Have I not, I am allowing you to have what you want, by giving you all of your beloved Prince.” Ardyn chuckled, as he watched you stand before Lunafreya, using your own body to block the woman, “Yet, I’m still require to meet with Lady Lunafreya.”

“I will lend you my powers.”

You blinked at the familiar voice in your head, before turning, grabbing Lunafreya’s hand as you began to run. Between the both of your bruised and battered bodies, you knew that you couldn’t stand up to whatever Ardyn truly was, and protect Lunafreya so your only option was to run. It was cowardly, but it would mean Lunafreya would live.

*

Noctis was exhausted, summoning Titan to battle Leviathan, his body wasn’t use to the ordeal. His body collapsed to the ground, as he turned his head to look around the battlefield. His eyes widen in horror as he watched Ardyn, grab a hold of the back of your dress, tossing you away, before moving forward to Lunafreya who had stumbled falling to the ground at the feeling you being tossing aside.

“Please! Run!” You screamed, as you moved to stand to your feet, only to gasp, as Ardyn stepped forward running a knife through Lunafreya. “No!”

“Oh Prince, your bride awaits.” Ardyn called.

Lunafreya moved her eyes glaring to Ardyn, “When…when the prophecy is fulfilled, all in darkness shall know peace.”

Ardyn sneered as he bought back has hand, quickly striking the blonde woman down, as she collapsed to the ground, before his eyes turned to you, “As for you, dear little one, I shall not harm you as you have done me a favor today. Both of us it seems, I’ve gotten rid of your only hurdle to your beloved Prince. You should check on him.” He smirked, before disappearing from the still raging battle around you.

Lunafreya panted as she held her stomach, turning eyes to you, as you rushed over, attempting to help her heal. Waving you away, Lunafreya wrapped her arm around your shoulders, “We have to get to Noctis.”

You moved, to assist the woman, both of you slipping, as you reached out multiple times to avoid the woman from slamming into the broken pavement beneath your heels. Once slipping as the woman bloodied the once white wedding dress, as you almost collapsed under her weight, she appeared much more heavier than you thought, or it could have been due to the blood lost and her struggling to remain up right.

“If…if Noctis were to marry anyone other, I’m glad it was you.”

“Please do not speak like that.”

Noctis tried to move as you both approached him, only to feel his body heavy. Even as Lunafreya’s body collapsed next to him, reaching out a hand to stroke his cheek.

“Noctis, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Lunafreya whispered tears in her eyes, as her white dress became silver, and her voice faded into your own. “I could never hate you.”

“Y/N, you! You traded places with Lunafreya?” Noctis gasped, as you smiled, your hand to your bleeding stomach, constantly waving away Lunafreya, who had returned from her guise as you, you figured it was already too late for you.

You rolled your head to Lunafreya taking the woman’s hand within your own, as she tried to heal your wounds again, “I’m fine, Luna, I promise.”

All of you flinched as you heard a loud shrieking noise, all of you turning to see Levithan and Titan still fighting, yet now a huge tidal wave was coming your way.

‘I can lend you the power again, yet not without a price’

“Please, please do it! I don’t care just save Noctis and Lunafreya.” You yelled out loud, not thinking twice, as the two around you jumped unprepared for you to suddenly bark loudly.

You flinched as the felt a stab in the area where the pin was, the same one that Gentiana had touched. Flashing before your eyes was the woman normally dressed in black, among the white of Tanabere. Your eyes turning to Noctis and Lunafreya, they didn’t see her, they couldn’t see her.

“Are you so certain about this?” Gentiana called.

You looked toward the two, Lunafreya’s hand held tightly in one hand, the other cupping Noctis’s cheek, “Yes.”

Gentiana smiled, that smile that made her eyes close, as she leaned forward touching the spot on your head where the hairpiece once sat. Your entire head going cold, before you blacked out.

“Will she be okay?”

“I hope so.”

You groaned, the room you were in felt like a freezer, opening your eyes you watched as everything went from ice white to slowly begin to fade into colors again. Staring ahead as you saw Gentiana standing in the back, corner, turning an icy blue before disappearing.

You caught sight of your reflection in the mirror she was standing before, your hair had turned ice white, a soft sheen on your skin, almost like glitter, and eyes glazed over like winter lake.

“Y/N?”

You turned your head, to the call, finding Noctis and Lunafreya beside you, your hand reaching out as you cupped Lunafreya’s cheek, only now noticing the white lines that traveled up your arms. Opening your lips as you felt a burst of cold air leave you.

“Are you okay?” Lunafreya called, as you moved your hand to Noctis’s cheek next.

“What happened out there?” Noctis asked.

You gave another sigh as another puff of icy breath left your lips, “Shiva.” You whispered, before feeling a frozen tear fall down your cheek, everything flooding back.

Lunafreya smiled leaning forward as she cupped your face, “We’ve had time to talk, while you were unconscious, and we think it better that we aren’t wedded, your love for Noctis I could never compete with that.”

Those frozen tears came down faster as you rolled away from them curling in on yourself. “I can’t.”

“Y/N, but this is what we wanted.” Noctis offered, as you pulled the covers over your head.

You had given your life to Shiva in exchange for saving Noctis and Lunafreya, you knew that at this point you’d never be able to marry the man. It was your turn to break the man you loved so dearly’s heart.

[goingtosee-theworld]

CHARACTER SHEET: JANE CATHY PORTER

“I wanna see the whole world / I dunno how I’m gonna pay rent / I wanna see the whole world ... / I should tell them I’m not afraid to die” -- My Body’s Made of Crushed Little Stars, Mitski

STATS:

Birthday: 13 December 1992 (Sagittarius)

Myers-Briggs: INFP

Hogwarts House (Primary): Ravenclaw

Hogwarts House (Secondary): Gryffindor

Enneagram: Type 7

Height: 5’3

BACKGROUND OVERVIEW:

Mother: Dr. Eleanor Lily Day Porter (deceased)

Father: Dr. Archimedes Quentin Porter

Mother’s Occupation: Professor in anthropology—concentrated in biological anthropology, specifically primatology—also photographer

Father’s Occupation: Professor of zoology—specifically in large African mammals and conservation efforts

Family Finances: Upper middle class; her daddy’s family has quite a bit of money which they allocate to further the education of their family

Birth Order: only child

Other Close Family: Cousins—Ruby and Bobby, Aunt Rose, Uncle Richard, Grandmum (mum’s side), Gran (dad’s side), Grandfather (dad’s side)

Best Friend: does Jane have a best friend, tbh I guess Simba is the closest thing not that he considers her his best friend lol—although ok actually, she probably does consider Milo her best friend and partner.

Other Friends: wow does Jane not have friends lmao jk—Brad, some work colleagues, Ellie, Amelia, Mel…?

Enemies: none, really. She thinks Belle hates her bc they haven’t really talked since HP, where Belle probably did hate her.

Pets: Will-o-Wisp named Daisy, step-mum of Fluffy (Fluffy is not too fond of her)

Home Life During Childhood: Mostly happy, her parents encouraged learning and exploration. It was just tinged with the fact that her mum was sick and when her mum died, Jane fell into a bit of a depression that she never did quite recover from.

Town or City Name(s): London, England—specifically Bloomsbury

What Did Her Bedroom Look Like: yellow walls, had a day bed with black iron wrought frame and a canopy decorate with fairy lights, one wall was all postcards/National Geographic cut outs/travel magazine pictures, another wall had a big map with little pins in it, lots of stuff from her mum and dad’s travels, a shaggy purple rug

Any Sports or Clubs: Theatre in secondary, art as well, also did like school band for a bit (played flute)

Favorite Toy or Game: she had a ton of stuffed animals, but like those realistic looking ones from WWF or whatever

Schooling: went to some good public schools for primary and secondary, University College of London for her undergrad, BS in zoology, now she’s getting her masters’ in Magizoology

Favorite Subject: Biology/science, but also fond of art/history/literature. She wasn’t the best in physics or math.

Popular or Loner: Loner, she always was like adopted by friend groups but was never really close with all of them one-on-one, just like one or two people

Important Experiences or Events: Mom died when she was 16

Health Problems: Huntington’s Chorea, depression (side effect of dying lmao)

Culture: English

Religion and beliefs: Mum’s family is Anglican, but dad’s family was never religious so she’s not religious really, just does Christmas and Easter

PERSONALITY:

Bad Habits: peels her skin on her thumb when she’s nervous, can be a bit of a nervous talker, on the naturally flirty side, avoids problems and tries not to acknowledge them, but also wallows in her feelings when she’s feeling particularly down

Good Habits: kind-hearted, very good artist, humble for the most part, when she loves you, she loves you fully and deeply, daring, passionate

Best Characteristic: brave—she will look a tiger in the eye and walk towards it

Worst Characteristic: impulsive—she makes rash decisions sometimes

Worst Memory: her mother’s death, but also the day she told Tom she loved him and then he said he was dating someone else, and also the day she rejected Milo

Best Memory: tbh that moment like RIGHT before they woke up the mummy in Egypt, when they were all really happy and passionate and just acted on a whim

Proud of: she has one painting from school that some member of Parliament brought, she got A’s on all but one of her A-levels

Embarrassed by: sometimes she can kinda remember some of the people she slept with and she’s like welp that was embarrassing

Driving Style: she does not have her license

Strong Points: brave, passionate, daring, intelligent

Temperament: melancholic

Attitude: may seem a little far-off or not really there, but get her talking about something and she’s very grounded and passionate

Weakness: threaten Milo or her dad or her close friends and she will crack

Fears: not living a full life

Phobias: uh idk man how is this different

Secrets: only a few people know about her Huntington’s, also lol she doesn’t know that Milo doesn’t know she remembered who they were in the time jump

Regrets: probably turning Milo down the first time

Feels Vulnerable When: confronting her inner problems directly

Pet Peeves: CULTURAL APPROPIATION, people who are mean to animals :C

Conflicts: the constant fear of death around the corner

Motivation: a desire to live fully

Short Term Goals and Hopes: get her master’s, get a good and fulfilling job!

Long Term Goals and Hopes: live a life she is proud to lead

Sexuality: like 89% straight

Exercise Routine: she walks everywhere and rides her bike a lot and rock climbs/cave excavates, she doesn’t like set out to exercise, her lifestyle is just pretty active when she’s not in a bad depression spell

Day or Night Person — Night.

Introvert or Extrovert — Introvert.

Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist, believe it or not.

LIKES AND STYLES:

Music: twangy indie, usually favors female singers; big Carpenters fan too; also the Smiths; also Fleetwood Mac

Books: likes classics, generally, but also weird off-beat novels she finds in sales sections and used bookstores

Magazines: National Geographic, primarily; probably some art and lit magazines too

Foods: she likes a good curry; makes a great orange-glazed salmon; she’s one of those people who liked avocado before it was cool. She’s a pesceterian at home, but she will eat meat when she’s traveling.

Drinks: Earl Grey tea! Lightly sweetened, honey not sugar, and a pinch of milk. As for alcohol—rum. Spiced rum specifically. She likes mojitos, that’s her cocktail of choice.

Animals: oh gosh where to even begin! She’s fond of large Arican mammals (her dad’s speciality), but she really cares for all creatures and believes that it should be her duty to help them all. She knows she kinda gave domestic farm animals (cough, sheep) some shit for being “boring” because she didn’t really wanna be working with sheep for the rest of her life, but she’s had a new outlook on life and her passion for animals has been found again.

Sports: she probably watches football (soccer) casually; likes watching cricket though

Social Issues: big environmental activist, since dating Milo has been more aware of Magick-rights and that stuff

Favorite Saying: she knows its cliché at this point, but she liked it before it was cool: “Not all who wander are lost.”

Color: she likes purples and yellows and also reds

Clothing: she has a more boho look, wears a lot of flowing skirts and loose tops. Doesn’t really like to wear pants on the day to day, but will when she’s out adventuring. She likes wearing sunhats a lot.

Jewelry: she has a lot of traditionally made jewelry that she bought from local vendors in the places she’s traveled, lots of beaded necklaces and bracelets

Games: was a big Zoo Tycoon fan in her youth, doesn’t really play much now, except for like the occasional game with friends; likes board games though

Websites: casual insta user, has a tumblr that she scrolls through but rarely posts on

TV Shows: huge huge huge Doctor Who fan (Tennant was her doctor and also her first celebrity crush)

Movies: she likes classics—her favorite is Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Her mum was a huge fan of Audrey Hepburn so Jane has seen a lot of Hepburn movies. She’s also fond of The Mummy movies (though lately a bit less lol) and Indiana Jones and that sort of genre of adventure stories

Greatest Want: to travel as much as she can, to see all of the world, to experience it all

Greatest Need: to be happy

CURRENTLY:

Home: you know she and Milo haven’t officially moved in together yet but, like, they basically are over at each other’s places all the time—anyway, she has a single bedroom in one of the places by the uni

Household furnishings: she’s messy, but not in like a gross hoarder way, but she has a lot of casual clutter, her place looks like an antique store. There’s lots of trinkets around, the coffee table is covered in candles. She has a lot of pillows on the couch, lots of throw blankets. Her bedroom is pretty much the same way. There’s a lot of books, everything has its place but in its place it may be a bit of a mess lol. In her living room is a telescope by the window and an easel. There’s also a record player on a side table.

Favorite Possession: her record player (passed down from her mum) and her telescope (a  gift from her dad)

Most Cherished Possession: her journal—it’s like a sketchbook/diary/memento book, she writes down everything

Married Before: Nope.

Significant Other Before: Tom Crawford

Children: n/a--though she was pregnant, briefly, last August

Relationship with Family: very close with her father, pretty close with her extended family too as they are a small bunch

Car: n/a

Career: on track to becoming a magizoologist

Dream Career: tbh being part of the Rescue Aid Society would be perfect for her

Dream Life: traveling around the world as part of her job—be it helping Magicks, helping magical creatures, rescuing lost relics, searching for Atlantis, with Milo at her side

Love Life: very in love with Dr. Milo James Thatch

Hobbies : drawing, riding her bike, spelunking, exploring, reading, going to antiques shops and flea markets

Guilty Pleasure: those Harlequin romance books (shh don’t tell anyone)

Sports or Clubs: n/a

Talents or Skills : good artist (not super professionally trained, but very solid)

Intelligence Level : very intelligent—curious and passionate when it is a subject she is interested in, quick learner

Finances: solidly middle class, her father helped her out with rent till she was back on a steady job, but she makes enough to provide for herself—she spent most of her savings after uni on her travels

[tori10rambles]

I have finally stopped screaming about finishing Seven's route in my head, and Lunar New Year celebrations are over for today. Therefore, I wrote this.

I saved my favorite the best character’s route for last. And wow. This one was a roller coaster too. But more for my heart than my sense of fear. It did not disappoint.

As usual, I vascillate a lot between first and third person POV, referring to MC as myself (I/me) or as her own character (MC/she), though she shares parts of my personality since she's supposed to be me.

Unlike the last couple of posts, this ones really freaking long, because I decided to write the commentary as the chatrooms popped up, and not at the end of the day. Still not a lot of commentary on Day 1, though.

Also, there is now a section for MC. Because I have some issues with the "choices" she gets to make.

I will probably post an After Ends reaction post today and take some time to process Seven’s route before going onto the Secret Ends. :)

Obviously, ridiculously spoiler heavy, so everything’s under the cut.

  Seven Saeyoung Choi

(Day 1) the fact that Seven doesn't see himself as the knight in shining armor type is kind of sad. But I'm glad that he wants to protect MC.

Your laugh is so cute!

(Day 2) Seven needs to take a goddamn break. Just because he cares about finding out what's going on doesn't mean he has to lose sleep over it. I mean, he's probably awake anyway doing his actual work. But still...

Seven's reaction to the "110-000-110 & 111-000-111" response is GREAT. I don't think people go along with him all that much though, if that's his reaction.

I feel like Seven needs more pep talks and encouragement than he gets. Which, you know, I'm so down for giving.

The fact that he doesn't want his work to bother MC. Like, you're her friend? of course it's going to bother her? And of course she wants to know how you're doing?

Okay, but legit, has anyone ever told Seven to take it easy? if that's his response?

playing along with Seven is so much fun!

Its kind of sweet that he says MC isn't weird even though she's in a weird situation.

...Why does it sound like you don't get complimented often?

Hell yes MC want's more pictures of you. You're the one she's seen the least of. And you're actually more attractive to her than Zen.

What kind of bs do you put your poor maid through for her to ask for double her pay if you get a cat?

Those cars are awesome, and I want to ride them.

I wonder what kind of stuff you're going through now to make you more secretive than usual...

lmao, buying cars does not seem like a good way of saving or investing money. But yeah, I can totally believe he'd sell the cars if they were worth more than he bought it for.

You're a tinkerer!!! Ooh. That's so cool.

Also, you make an awesome female. Like, better than me. wtf?

his maid has to be badass if his job is risky.

...why does he sound surprised that MC's worrying about him? like, he's been really cool so far, and really, seeing people hurt or in danger is not her jam.

OF COURSE IT MATTERS IF YOU GET HURT. WHAT. WHY. WHO TAUGHT YOU OTHERWISE!?

Also, it's not your job to protect someone's feelings. I mean, feel free to try, but a person's emotions are not solely affected by you? And you shouldn't feel horrible when feelings get hurt despite what you do? because people react to things their own way? idk if i'm making sense

...You need a friend you can be completely honest with. I mean, probably not gonna be me/MC, but find one? Please? it'll make you feel better, and me/MC worry less.

helping you mess with people is kind of fun

(Day 3) Get some rest God Seven!!!

Of course I trust you! You're very nice. Also, I'm pretty sure people I couldn't trust wouldn't be so sorry about the whole other hacker business. And the keeping people away to keep them safe.

...I feel like you're getting my hopes up. You mentioned the other day that you want to protect people, which includes you keeping them away. but you keep saying things that make me wanna fall for you.

It's kind of adorable that he thinks that despite all his hacking, he still wants to get to know MC in person/over chat.

At least you know how hypocritical your advice on eating is lololol. But wait, if "I reccommend snacks to people like me and Yoosung, who are stupid or lost or have no reason to live" is a correct statement, then I qualify. And which one are you? And Yoosung?

"You can dream about me. Special guest 707 as the main lead." Don't say things like that! You'll give MC me people ideas.

...what is it about you and Jumin that makes the two of you LIKE it when I scold y'all?

I can get behind The Law of Salty and Sweet

SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A BREAK LONGER THAN A FEW HOURS

I feel like more of this HBC story is real and serious than you'd like us to believe

Man, you are talking to a girl so curious (and reckless) she followed a stranger's directions. Of course I wanna know more about you!

(Day 4) I wonder how religious you are exactly.

lololol his reaction to MC saying "I want to lick it"

...why is Seven trying to set me up with Jumin? Nope! I like Seven!

I love Seven's hair! It's cute! Just like him!

Harry Potter reference! You nerd~!

Your relationship with V is interesting.

...my heart? You can live in my heart if you want. :3

but i refuse to believe that you're too dangerous for people to know

also, messing with Hackers Chasing Hackers on your behalf is so much fun!!!

(Day 5) i actually hc you with ADHD? Like, it seems really obvious to me? But Vanderwood's being rude about it? but then i also hc you're a little shit to Vanderwood, so it's payback of a sorts

are you... are you actually apologizing for being hacked into? I mean, you couldn't help it? it's not your fault?

not surprised you graduated early from college

lololol, not a code. Me blowing kisses into the air

bodyguard robot FUCK YES i'd prefer you, but i'll take what i can get

FIRE BREATHING ROBOT I WANT SO MUCH

I'd take the robot anyway! And it's the thought that counts!

lololol, fourth-wall breaking Seven is great, especially when HE'S the one flustered

I wonder if there actually are CCTV cameras in the apt. I wouldn't be surprised. or, you know, if he'd hack into a webcam in the apt b/c he's being paranoid.

Also, observing me? What did you do, hack my webcam or something?

Honestly, i don’t mind you being upset/confused? It's kind of cute. And makes you seem more human/relatable

Welp. There goes my heart. This guy is a tsundere omg.

YOU DESERVE TO LOVE AND BE LOVED AND I WILL HURT ANYONE WHO CONVINCED YOU OTHERWISE.

You're not okay. please don't pretend otherwise. it just makes me worry more. :(

YOU ARE NOT PATHETIC JUST BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T DO THE THING.

How can I get hurt by getting to know you?

I always have complicated thoughts.

DO NOT JUST MAKE JOKES BECAUSE YOU'RE EXPECTED TO. JUST BE YOU, whoever that is. I wanna get to know them.

I REPEAT, YOU DESERVE TO LOVE AND BE LOVED AND I WILL HURT ANYONE WHO CONVINCED YOU OTHERWISE.

I feel like Seven has many masks. So many, that he has no idea who he is behind all of them.

Ah, running from your issues. I can relate. i'd join you on the moon in a heartbeat.

Expressing yourself does not make you weird! Admitting to emotions that you usually hide away is not weird! I want more of it!

...can't stop thinking about me?/// See, it's comments like this and "romantic relationships are not for me" that confuse the hell out of me. which one is true? which one do you believe is the truth?

(Day 6) Everyone's worried about you, bae. Please know we're here for you. Also, your inner thoughts are WRONG. Cheering me up should be considered a good deed for today.

Also, you're implying that because Pluto has been kicked out of its friend group, it can be your friend, as if you are also too distant from your friend group to be officially considered a part of them. Which is WRONG.

THIS CALL (after 10:22). SO CUTE. Until you mention (again) what a danger i'd be put in because of you. i trust you to protect the RFA ^^

A normal guy is BORING though!

You're not saying anything weird? I think it's cute!

Flustering you is literally like, the most fun a girl can have right now. Although, I'm p sure both of us talk a bigger game than we can deliver

listening to seven talk about how he reacts to things. My heart.

TAKE THE FREAKING COMPLIMENT

YOU ARE THE COOLEST, BEST PERSON.

YOU DESERVE TO THINK THIS WAY IF YOU WANT TO.

Is that... are you trying to push MC away?

NO. NO STORMING THE ENEMY STRONGHOLD ON YOUR OWN.

You are not pathetic! I'm glad I can help you relax.

lololol i talk to myself a lot too. It's cute~.

OMF... TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. YOU'RE SO IMPORTANT TO THE RFA AND ME

You look GR9 in skirts and dresses and anything you choose to wear. 100000000000/10 would enjoy seeing you dress up

the best disguise... is being normal you?

HELL YES I'D GO ON A DRIVE WITH YOU.

I feel like you're setting the both of us up for disappointment though. because you say things like you'll take me on a ride, then say i shouldn't get close to you because you're dangerous

Me? the sun? Nah, you are!

I'm so glad you're telling me things about you? I mean yeah, it's scary, but I trust you and believe in you.

DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR BEING HUMAN.

bae, you're trying your best

YOU ARE DEFINITELY A GOOD PERSON EVEN IF YOU'VE DONE THINGS YOU REGRET.

"You and me... did we ever have any kind of relationship?" You are breaking my heart!!!! I thought we were friends at least!!!

YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND OF COURSE I WILL WORRY.

LET THIS MAN BE HAPPY THAT'S ALL I WANT GODDAMN IT.

(Day 7) The RFA has your back! Please don't hide from us

DO NOT TAKE EMOTIONAL ADVICE FROM JUMIN FUCKING HAN

...How did seven sense unknown was laughing?

QUIT BLAMING YOURSELF AS IF EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT.

Who is Saeran? A twin? Which... yeah. This makes a lot of the previous conversations make a lot more sense. And b/c of dramatic storytelling, explains why you heard someone laughing.

YOUR FEELINGS ARE NOT USELESS! UGH! I COULD KILL JUMIN.

Also, (LMFAO) I think there's a glitch, b/c Unknown's still behind Seven in the VN. 

Seven... I just want him to be comfortable! This is where my heart starts breaking, huh?

My clothes? is that REALLY a concern right now?

It really isn't that uncomfortable that you're here. But if it helps, I guess I could not stare.

Wait, so you want me to pretend you don't exist, but not leave your sight? How does that work? You're distracting! (also, the brightest thing in the damn room)

You need to eat too!

(Day 8) Yeah, this man is a tsundere if I've ever seen one.

So your real name is Saeyoung?

Your mom is a bitch.

I mean, what’s the use in getting mad? I’m upset, sure, but honestly, I’m mostly overwhelmed and panicking.

Y'all are fucking adorable as kids

Thank you for killing the goddamn cockroaches. I can do spiders and flies, but cockroaches and anything with more than 8 legs creeps me out.

YOU ARE NOT A THING TO BE USED. YOU ARE NOT SOLELY HERE TO PROTECT PEOPLE. THINK ABOUT YOURSELF TOO PLEASE.

I don't need to care about you, but i WANT to.

...I'd agree to a GPS tracker IF I knew where they were

So in 7 minutes, you made a bunch of sandwiches with 3 different fillings, and got three different juices. And it was all for yourself. Uh huh...

Yay! You've stopped blaming yourself! (not that I believe that 100%, but at least you're trying)

ANYTHING YOU WANT TO SAY ISN'T POINTLESS. DON'T PUT YOURSELF DOWN LIKE THAT

I'm not saying you're blameless either. Just that you chose the best possible option out of a set of bad ones

Thank you for apologize for taking out your anxiety on me. Although I'm glad you weren't bottling it up instead.

MY FEELINGS ARE NOT USELESS. JUST LIKE YOURS AREN'T

Your lines sound like a cheesy break up convo.

I repeat, you are talking to someone who legitimately followed a stranger, then trusted other strangers and joined a mysterious organization. My curiosity has always gotten me in trouble

I am allowed to feel whatever I want, and I'm saying I forgive you!

I cannot believe V's first concern was the goddamn DRAWER and not, oh, I don't know, OUR LIVES. I don't blame you for reacting that way.

I don't blame you for distrusting V. It sounds like he promised you something and broke it. (And honestly, I'm starting to see where your guilt complex came from, if he was your mentor figure)

Meowy is so cute! (I can't believe Meowy HAS to obey me omg its voice is so cute)

(Day 9) Seven, i'ts not that i don't care that you're pushing me away. It's that even though you are, you’re not changing my feelings for you.

...So my personal hc is that MC isn't asleep when you start monologuing in the middle of the night.

Honestly, 707, Saeyoung, Luciel... they're all the same person. Different facets that make up a whole. And while I understand that you believe you're dangerous, so far, it doesn't seem like anything you've done has put me in danger. I mean yes, there's a bomb you installed, but you didn't want to in the first place, and that MEANS something. Not trusting anyone is no way to live, and forgetting about you would be impossible. You deserve SO MUCH MORE than just being able to protect me.

Hallelujah, you've finally admitted your problems to me! Take all the time you need to think about it though. And of course, we need to get through this first.

BLUSHING SEVEN!!! :D SO CUTE~! ❤︎

...YOUR "PARENTS" ARE THE WORST EXAMPLES OF PEOPLE I'VE EVER MET.

...So either Rika and V didn't keep their promise, or some serious shit went down for Saeran to be as he is now?

If God allows it, I'll be with you always

The RFA is your second family, of course you were going to try and protect them from your agency

lololol yes. flustered, cute Seven is back!

I'm so glad you made up with Yoosung too!  ❤︎

I'm so glad you're including me in things now~!

Thanks for saying I'm cute~! You're cuter~! ❤︎

so long as i can help it, you're never gonna be alone

We're gonna bring your brother home and make sure you get that family you always wanted.

YOUR MOM IS BATSHIT. HOLY CRAP.

(Day 10) OMG you actually said it~ ❤︎ . ilu2. It is slightly ridiculous how much I love you.

Also, I can believe you are fit. I want to bite those collarbones. To say the least.

“You are my whole universe. Your breaths become the radiant milky way.” THIS THOUGHT. OMF... It’s so sweet! If Seven starts talking like that all time time, he’s totally getting some.

Now and forever gonna hc that the opening song is actually in Seven’s point of view

The fact that you talk to yourself when you work is REALLY FUCKING CUTE.

...That selfie looks WAY too good for how early we left and how little sleep we probably got.

SOMEONE LIED TO YOU AND YOUR BROTHER AND I'M GONNA KILL THEM.

"If Rika knew the real you... I now get why she messed up your eyes like that." Holy shit that was savage!

That phone call (After 20:11+VN) MY FEELS!!! That... I cried tears of joy. So good. ilusm but if you ever die for me i'll never forgive you. I want you to LIVE for me. And I'll always remember you.  ❤︎

I wish you wouldn't be so quick to sacrifice yourself for us, but that's one of the things that makes me like you.

I'm touched that you'd say even that much about how I've changed your life on the messenger. And thank you for apologizing. 

lololol, you said the word already on the phone, why are you hesitating on the messenger?

(Day 11) THESE PHONECALLS. A++. ❤︎

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HOLY SHIT.

you are SUPER hot when you're threatening your former agency, okay?

Yoosung

(Day 2) Yoosung's really cute. Like a puppy. his enthusiasm for the parties are cute too.

lololol, Yoosung got played. I mean, we're talking about a guy who says almost everything about his is classified. When would he have the time/motivation to get a gf? So gullible~.

Yoosung, chill the fuck down. I realize you're happy the party's a thing, but seriously. Chill.

LMFAO Yoosung. You just mentioned being done with LOLOL. You game addict.

For $3, that's actually not a bad lunch. But yeah, college food is bland and not as healthy as they make it seem.

with how much you play LOLOL, are you okay? As someone whose internet obsession is used as a crutch because real life is stupid and aggravating, I'm seeing some parallels.

Wow, Yoosung, that's some imagination. Although, with how secretive Seven is, I wouldn't be surprised if he's working for rich, powerful people.

You and your ideal relationship is so innocent and cute lololol

be careful about your stereotypes Yoosung.

(Day 3) It's not that I want you to stop playing LOLOL, so much as I'd like you to talk about why you play the game so much (again, I see parallels). But if it makes you happy, I'm not gonna force you to stop.

Motherfucker, you're 5'6" (171cm), and the shortest male here, but still taller than me. Stop complaining about your height.

lololol, Yoosung's definition of exercise sounds very familiar my brothers and I 

Directionless Yoosung, you are like, the epitome of male college gamers everywhere. And also my brother, who is in college, and has no idea what to do in life. Huh... I wanna adopt you now. You've got to be better than my brother. Your birthdays are close enough that I'm p sure no one would notice...

you are also very easy to tease.

And you obvs have issues with V. Which probably aren't being taken seriously b/c V is like, everyone's friend/savior in that group.

(Day 4) That was not a typo, Yoosung

lololol, i can't believe you took me seriously. "Sophisticated Choi" lolololol

i'm with you on the no religion thing though. mostly because my parents thought i should decide for myself (personally, i'm pretty sure i'm deist. i believe there is SOME kind of higher power(s), but I don't believe in organized religion as such)

fucking... the M call. I'm never getting over it.

(Day 5) Nice to know that Yoosung and Zen are shippers on deck

Yoosung's relationship with his parents sounds like mine, only my parents are blue collar workers.

(Day 6) I CANNOT BELIEVE JUMIN CALLED YOUR MOM ON YOU!!! I empathize. Letting my parents into my college apartment sucked

(Day 8) I'm glad you want to change for the better. The fact that your mom didn't want to worry you when you've been goofing off is such a punch to the gut, I should know.

(Day 9) I'm sure Seven didn't mean it.

See! :D

(Day 10) Drunk you is surprisingly funny. And candid.

(Day 11) Your poor hangover lolololol.

I'm glad you're still optimistic at the party... despite everything,

Jumin Han

I think I might be holding a grudge about how badly Jumin's route messed with my head, because I'm not feeling remotely bad about getting Jumin's Heart Breaks throughout this route.

(Day 2) Wow Jumin, you goddamn ice block. It's nice that you care about your cat though. Though, you know, you could lay off on Jaehee.

Why would you bring your cat when you know one of your friends is allergic? I'm p sure you would make concessions for a food allergy or pollen allergy. Why's an animal allergy any different?

How far removed from the general public are you to not know what a metal lunch tray is?

...We can't be friends if you don't enjoy scifi.

Jumin's kind of like an old person trying adapting to technology. :P It's kinda funny.

omf, the contract is the bare minimum of what needs to be abided by.  NO.

You need a therapist. Or a psychologist. Or just... someone to teach you about emotions and how they affect decisions and how people can't turn emotions off. But no, has anyone actually diagnosed him yet? I mean, I already hc Seven with ADHD and anxiety and depression, Yoosung with depression, and basically everyone in the RFA (V included) with self-worth issues, so Jumin with Asperger's would make sense to me... And of course, given the East Asian stigma against mental illness, obviously no one's getting diagnosed or treated for said issues.

Does Jumin han is gay?

(Day 3) Nice, using your cat businesses to avoid your dad.

lololol your photos are actually kind of endearing, if blurry as all hell 

also, you make it kind of easy to mess with you

(Day 5) You are a savage asshole and it's hilarious

no. no cat army.

i have a bad feeling about your potential good deed

(Day 6) Thank you for trying, Jumin. More shippers on deck, yesssss. Also, if this isn't proof that everyone in the RFA cares about Seven and wants him to be happy, idk what is

DICK MOVE JUMIN HAN. YOU DON'T GET YOUR FRIEND'S PARENTS ON THEIR ASS. IT'S SACRILEGE. A BETRAYAL TO FRIENDSHIPS EVERYWHERE.

legit, when the rest of the group starts to drag you, you know you fucked up

(Day 9) Jumin, that really wasn't very objective

(Day 10) It’s nice to see you care, Jumin.

I can't believe you might have actually brought Elizabeth 3rd! Now I know you care about us. :3

I feel bad that you feel betrayed. And that you're drowing your sorrows in alcohol

(Day 11) A+ Speech. I love it so much.

Zen

(Day 2) I can't tell if you're just using acting terms or if you're leaning on the fourth wall when you call MC the main lead.

Sorry Zen, but MC loves cats, though she doesn't own one yet.

You're too pretty to let the allergies screw with your face.

At least you have some self confidence if you can claim god made you overly handsome, and that the allergies are a way of making you not perfect.

...How DARE you claim Seven hacked MC's phone! That's so fucking rude. Also, Seven probably has better things to do with his time then hack someone's phone when they've already been hacked, just to fuck with you. like, priorities man.

As someone who is allergic to certain foods, I agree that research into allergies is important

Nice Tarzan yell.

Zen. Zen, Zen, Zenny, Zen. MC LITERALLY SAID THAT WAS SEVEN. although it's nice to know you find Seven attractive as well ^^

nice to know you find seven's personality attractive on a female. ^^

You are very pretty. I just wish you'd tone down the selfies sometimes. 

...You're telling me you were a delinquent in high school? One who liked to sing and act?

i can't believe you answered your phone in the shower.

(Day 3) hypocrite. your meals don't sound any better than Yoosung's. why do I feel like MC is gonna be the Mom Friend to basically everyone here? Or at least the Responsible and Reasonable One?

I repeat, at least you love yourself Zen.

nagging Yoosung to exercise isn't going to make him want to work out more. Just avoid the conversation. which probably explains why Yoosung plays LOLOL so much. Everyone keeps nagging, and he plays to ignore/spite you all.

gimme back the cat meme!!!

quit flirting

you have no appreciation for Seven's storytelling skills

I love how we spent an entire chat talking about Seven and how his life will probably follow movie tropes

(Day 5) FUCKING RUDE. Seven is awesome! And he's allowed to make mistakes.

lolololol Zen's gonna be FUCKING DISAPPOINTED by Vanderwood. SO MUCH. it'll be hilarious

Nice to know that Yoosung and Zen are shippers on deck

(Day 6) Zen, you sound like an older sister. Or a cliche.

(Day 7) Zen, is that REALLY where your brain went first? You don't think Seven would be more concerned with, oh, i don't know, THE HACKER AFTER US than the fact that we're alone in the apartment THAT'S ALREADY BEEN BROKEN INTO!?

Thank you for being worried about me, but my feelings for Seven have nothing to do with this.

Also, I am NOT calm. But it wouldn't help anyone if I panic so...

(Day 8) omg the cutie pie song! That's so cute~!

(Day 9) Why the sudden interest in Seven's sex life? And hell yes, I think he's more attractive than the rest of you.

(Day 10) So... That was an interesting call (23:49). And, well... sorry Zen, but I'm not sorry for choosing Saeyoung. Ever.

Jaehee Kang

(Day 2) Wow Jaehee, tell us what you really feel about jumin's cat businesses. Not that we blame you though. You just want to keep your hob, and jumin's cat businesses sound like they don't help with that very much.

Trash your boss. Please.

Furballs are a product of grooming, jaehee. Elizabeth 3rd sounds like a handful though, so I understand why you don't like cats.

I agree with jaehee; though I want to meet the cat, I wouldn't want it to be at the expense of someone else.

I wanna be your friend jaehee~

Jaehee, it sounds like you don't have the time to make a lunch at home. or cook at all, if you go to convenience stores that often.

At least you're not doubting MC, but the situation. There's only so much before worry becomes paranoia.

Jaehee sounds like a glorified babysitter. She deserves so much props for putting up with these people. Especially Jumin, who both pays her and overworks her like crazy.

Who blames Jaehee for "NOPE"-ing out of the cahtroom? Not MC.

Your fangirling is hilarious. Especially when people call you out on it.

Yes, jaehee is clearly the one who deserves pity when Jumin has lunch with his dad, because she'll be swamped with work, as usual. I dearly hope she gets paid overtime.

(Day 3) I hope you someday find the time to be able to date! You deserve it!

(Day 4) yes, Jaehee, I know exactly what I'm saying.

The fact that you can scare Seven into compliance is actually kind of amusing.

Seven and I apologize, Jaehee. Seriously.

(day 9) You're so cute, I just want be your new BFF.

Thanks for saying I'm cute~!

(day 10) Jaehee... we’ll definitely come back safe. :)

thank you for praying for us

V

(Day 3) "I'm not especially attaced to Luciel or anything ^^" WOW. RUDE.

At least he knows Seven looks up to him.

(Day 4) V is just like my brother: only cares about religion because someone else does. Which, really, someone else should not dictate your belief system.

it's not so much that I trust you so much as i trust seven who trusts you

(Day 7) How the hell did you agree to a bomb! That could kill INNOCENT PEOPLE!? I mean, Seven only agreed because you and Rika did, and god knows about Rika, but I thought you were the KIND ONE!?

(Day 8) ANSWER SEVEN. PLEASE.

WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MYSTERIOUS AND UNTRUSTING.

...Now I want to open that drawer

(Day 9) V YOU FUCKER. THERE IS ALWAYS A BETTER WAY THAN ABANDONING FAMILY TO AN ABUSIVE SITUATION

(Day 10) OMFG V!!! THIS IS A TIME TO BE TRUTHFUL!!! NOT KEEPING MORE SECRETS. And you wonder why Saeyoung doesn't trust you?

Wait, so you blame yourself because you loved her? As in Rika? WHAT DOES SHE HAVE TO DO WITH THIS!?

WHAT KIND OF MONOLOGUE WAS THAT!? THAT WASN'T HELPFUL.

Rika (and her goddamn apartment)

(Day 2) ...What the HELL is in this apartment that's so important that you want to BLOW IT UP?

(Day 5) WHY. FUCKING... THAT VN OF THE BOMB BEING ACTIVATED AND DEACTIVATED. GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK.

(Day 8) WHY A BOMB. JUST... WHY?

OMF... You're one of those greater Good people! I HATE THOSE PEOPLE!

JUSTICE IS NOT CREATED THROUGH FEAR OMF...

Your brain is TWISTED woman.

(Day 9) WHAT IS YOUR DEAL WOMAN!?

(Day 10) WHAT IS YOUR DEAL!?

Unknown

(Day 2) You know, the fact that you seem to be speaking to the player in the VN does not get any creepier the second time around.

(Day 4) WHY. I AM FREAKED OUT ENOUGH.

(Day 6) YOU'RE ABOUT TO FUCK WITH THE BOMB, AREN'T YOU

(Day 7) I cannot believe unknown freaking plans to rappel himself through the window to break in

You are surprisingly nicee about keeping my from stepping on the glass

Saeran?

(Day 8) What happened to you, Saeran? You're so... meek and sweet in the VN.

Y’all are fucking adorable as kids.

(Day 10) SOMEONE LIED TO YOU AND YOUR BROTHER AND I'M GONNA KILL THEM.

The fact that you withstood the normal dosage b/c you believed in Saeyoung makes my heart hurt in a good way

Also, the irony inherent in the fact that you probably bleached your hair and changed your eye color in order to NOT be mistaken for Saeyoung, only for Vanderwood to mistake you for Saeyoung anyway...

Mint Eye

(Day 10) Medicine... mEDICINE!?!?!?!? HOW FUCKING DARE.... YOU DRUGGED HIM!!! YOU DRUGGED AN INNOCENT TEEN. WTF. WTFH!?

MOTHER FUCKERS. TRIPLING YOUR STANDARD DOSE!? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW THAT WOULD AFFECT HIM!?!?!?

Vanderwood

(Day 5) so, my hc is that you don't give a fuck about gender and pronouns, and Seven took that last point and RAN with it until you hate him when he refers to you as his maid/with female pronouns

so I feel like despite the face that you threaten to taser Seven, and the fact that he's kind of a little shit to you, you actually kind of like him.

(Day 6) FUCK THAT, VANDERWOOD. Y'ALL DESERVE TO BE HAPPY.

...YOU'RE part of the reason why he's a dick to MC!!! And yet your advice is STILL better than Jumin's kill your emotions

LEAVE SEVEN ALONE.

(Day 8) WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!?

(Day 10) MOTHERFUCKER!!! YOU TOOK THE WRONG TWIN!!!

MC

I love basically all your choices before Day 7.

WHAT. HOW ARE YOU SO CALM.

WHY DO I HATE ALMOST ALL YOUR OPTIONS ONCE SEVEN COMES AROUND.

I WOULD HAVE HAD A MENTAL BREAKDOWN BY NOW.

WHY ARE YOU SO PASSIVE.

I realize you are trying to stay calm for the RFA, but PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO.

GOOD. ASK SEVEN WHY HE'S DECIDING SHIT FOR YOU. YOU AREN'T STUPID OR NAIVE AND DON'T NEED TO BE WRAPPED IN BUBBLE WRAP

Finally, some choices I like again.

I’m actually kind of glad I saved Seven’s route for last. Definitely my favorite route. My only issue is, like Jumin, the amount of time between Seven’s issues coming to the forefront and the resolution of said issues, because seven year’s worth of being told he’s basically only worth what he can do for other people is not conveniently solved in like... 4 days.