#if someone can come up with a name for it they'll give you 40% of the profits and one kiss on the cheek each

[keekity]

choose your tech blonde!

[lemonmaid]

Could I request kenma x male reader omegaverse where kenma has a huge crush on reader but doesn't know what to do with it?

Warnings: references to meeting someone on the internet and getting kidnapped/molested.

Omegan Stranger

Kenma Kozume x male reader

"Kenma!! You've gotta meet my friend (Name)! I feel like you guys would like each other!" Hinata jumped onto Kenma, almost latching onto him as a baby koala.

Kenma sighed and tried shaking Hinata off, "Hinata, for the last time please stop coming up behind me, like that you are going to give me a heart attack".

"But! He also likes video games!"

Kenma just stared at Hinata, giving a look, "So you think just because we both like video games, we would like each other? Pass".

"Hey, what are you two gossiping about?". Kurro walked up towards the duo.

"Oh hey, Kurro! I was just telling Kenma about my friend that he would like!"

"Oh is that so~ well you should give up, Kenma's alpha is like non-existent. Speaking of which, are you sure you're an alpha? You know, I've heard of school testing coming out wrong".

"Can both of you quiet down? I'm trying to finish this game before the match starts... also I'm kinda already 'talking' to someone.." Kenma rolled their eyes and focus on his phone.

"WHAT?!"

...

The three walked towards a corner store, "come on Kenma, can you give us a little details about them?"

"No".

Kurro sighed, "Okay... how about where y'all met?".

"On LOL".

Hinata and Kurro, gave eachother a look. "Okay listen buddy, I'm sorry to say but the person might be an 40 old man".

"No they arent".

"Okay! But how do you know! It's a stranger!" Hinata yelled.

"Keep it down please, we are supposed to meet up today at the Internet Café".

Kurro put a hand on Kenma's shoulder, "As your best friend-"

"You're not my best friend"

"Shush, again, as your best friend, I and Hinata will come with you to make sure you don't get molested or kidnapped by a stranger on the internet".

...

Kurro snickered, "Are you really wearing your volleyball uniform to this "date"".

"Yeah because I told them that I will be wearing a red sweatsuit"

"Okay but what are they wearing?"

Kenma looked at his phone, "He said a yellow turtle neck".

Kurro whisled, "Oh so it's a guy?".

"Yeah... is that a problem?".

"Oh no! I'm an ally!"

Kenma gave Kurro a look, "Shut up, we are here".

Hinata looked through the window, "OMG ITS (NAME), I'LL BE RIGHT BACK".

Hinata ran inside, "Jesus what's his problem, right Kenma? Kenma?".

Kenma just stared at the duo through the window, his breath hitch.

'This scent... it reeks'

"Kenma... hello?" Kurro kept shaking his hands in front of the blonde, trying to get him out of his trance.

"Sorry I can't do this". Kenma started walking away from the café.

Kurro looked af Kenma in shock, "HEY BRO WHERE YOU GOING?!".

Hinata and (Name) came out of the café, "(Name)! These are my friends! Kurro and Kenma! Wait were did Kenma go?"

"Um.. I don't know? He kinda just walked away".

"It's okay Hinata, I'm just waiting on a friend to show up, which could be any minute now".

Kurro gave Hinata an awkward look, "Listen, why don't we keep you company untill your friend arrives? So it's safer!"

"Um..." (Name) looked at their phone, "sure that's okay".

...

[11:43 p.m.]

Kenma just stared at his PC screen, debating whether or not to turn it on. 'If I go online, my online statues would be seen and if they are on, they'll wonder why I didn't show up today'.

'Fuck it. I am not wasting my daily rewards on some man' .

As soon as Kenma launched the game, he saw that his inbox had three missed messages.

Hey! I'm at the café! Let me know when you are here! :)

Hey, I don't mean to be a bother but are you coming? My friend came by and is keeping me company until then.

Hey, is everything okay?

Okay, I'm going to go. Sorry things didn't go as planned. Maybe next time? :)

Kenma stared at the messages and sighed, 'God, I'm such a dick'.

[Ding]

Kenma looked and saw that he was invited to an private in game chat.

'Time to face my consequencess'

"Hey, sorry that I didn't show up. Something came up".

"Oh, it's okay! I wasn't alone but we should really try meeting up again next time".

"Yeah. Next time.".

"Yeah.... I was thinking at the in person tournament? It's this Saturday! There is a grand prize too!".

"Yeah, we can try Saturday. Are you thinking about teaming up?".

"Yeah! Of course!".

"Good. Let's do a practice round".

"Ready when you are!".

...

"So why did you leave yesterday?"

Kenma stared at Kurro, "something came up".

"Bullshit". Kurro crossed his arms, giving a judgemental mother look towards Kenma.

Kenma sighed, throwing the volleyball towards the wall, "I don't know, I just kinda froze".

"You froze?"

"Yeah..."

Kurro scoffed, "for an alpha that was adopted by two omegan parents. You sure are skittish around them".

Kenma dropped the ball, "wait, they are an omegan?"

"Duh".

Kenma looked at his chest, 'Is that why you were acting up yesterday'.

"Well if it makes you feel better, we are going to retry Saturday"

"Way to go buddy!" Kurro put Kenma in a head lock, " I knew you could get bitches!".

Kenam growled, "LET ME GO".

"Woah woah, easy there baby alpha. Oh my God look at my baby, he is already growling".

"Please shut up Kurro!".

"No, but for real, we need to get you to prepare! Don't want you freezing up again!". Kurro teased.

Kurro looked at Kenma, "why did you freeze up again?"

Kenma face turned red, picking his nails, "I don't know. At first, his scent reeked then it felt welcoming and I don't know it just kinda made me freeze".

Kurro smiled, "Man, that omega has gotten a hold on your alpha".

"..what".

"Wait how long have you've known him?"

Kenma took a minute, "Well we've been playing on LOL together for a year now".

"And yall are going to meet for the first time Saturday?".

Kenma nodded.

Kurro sighed, "Well you might aswell confess now".

Kenma started choking, "WHAT?".

Kurro started tsking, "No omega would meet up with a stranger they meet on LOL for christ sake. So let's get you to prepare for Saturday".

♡

[Saturday]

"Now Kenma, what did we practice saying?"

"Don't tell him that he stinks"

"Good. What else?"

"Make them feel like they are being heard in the conversation".

"Wonderful. Last thing?"

"Um... food is the way to the heart?".

"No, but just be a good host".

Kurro gave Kenma a pat on the back, sending him his way into the convention center.

Kenma laid eyes on (Name), freezing again, "hey buddy, you are going to be okay". Kurro pushed Kenma foward.

(Name) turned around and smiled at the duo, "hey! Are you Kenma?".

Kenma gulped, "um yeah".

"Oh cool! My name is obviously (Name)! You know the guy you've been talking too on LOL".

The two both nervously laughed, Kurro smiled at them, "Well I'll leave you kids to do whatever nerd shit this is! Later!".

(Name) smiled, "So... the tournament doesn't begin until 1:50, I was wondering if you wanted to check out the anime convention next door until then? There is a lot of VAs here!".

"Um yeah sure that's cool".

"Great!".

The two walked around endlessly in the hot box of an convention center, pushing pass people, looking at the over priced dropshipper vendors.

"Oo! Actually Kenma there is an local artist I want to check out before we go eat. Is that okay?"

"Yeah sure, what art do they do?"

The two walk up to the vendor, "Well they just do fan art but I can't resist keychains".

As the two waited in line, something caught Kenma's eye.

"Hey, (Name). I'll be right back!".

"Oh okay! I'll meet you at the food court?" (Name) chirped happily.

Kenma walked up to an LOL vendor that was selling keychains of the video game characters.

"Um excuse me? Can I get two of these?"

♡

"Kenma there you are!". (Name) smiled and walked towards the blonde carrying drinks.

"Hey" Kenma smiled down, rubbing his neck, "Well I got this for you".

Kenma held out (Name)'s favorite LOL character in a keychain.

"Oh my goodness, Kenma.. you didn't have too".

As (Name) reached out for the Keychain, Kenma grabbed the man's hands.

(Name) look at the blonde, "(Name)...."

"Yes?".

"(Name) if we win this tournament... can I court you?".

(Name)'s face flushed in red.

♡

[Few years later]

"Name... wake up. I don't have time for this today".

(Name) snuggled closer in the bedsheets, just coming off of his latest heat, "I don't wanna, if I do get up that means I gotta be a person today".

Kenma chuckled, "Babe, I love you but I'm trying to stream... I don't wanna anyone else seeing my omega laying in their natural habitat"

"NaTUrAL HaBiTAt, you make it seem like I'm an animal"

Kenma sighed, "Well.. you do bite..".

(Name) threw a pillow towards the man, "You dick!".

(Name) charged towards Kenma; Kenma grabbing (Name)'s legs and flipping him upside down.

"AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA! BOOM BOOM BOOOM".

This was my first request and I am very happy! It was long, barely proofread, but I think it was goof! I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you so much! This was kinda rushed, sorry user if this wasn't as good as you hoped it to be. Thank you for the request anyways!

[thaliatimsh]

hiiii can i get 5, 10, 11, 16, 17, 19, 25 for the fic writer asks :>

HOHOHOOHO thamk you for asking sorry it took me a hot minute to get back on my laptop:

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

LOL i love how everyone has asked me this do i come off as so bitter? i sure do lol. anyway another peeve of mine is really naff ~foriegn language~ bits esp. as like. rubbish sexy talk. people making a character go oooh ma petite chou-fleur in the heat of the moment shfgdjshds fuck off

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

this is a tough one! when i go hunting for fics i normally start w my Fave Character Tags (... treavor pendleton, george hodgson ao3 pages saved to my phone bookmarks smhhhh). probably dishonored fic is my fave to read actually? bc people do so much fun stuff with The World :^)

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

normally they come from a spoken line in the text of the fic! or sometimes a bit of description... or something from the canon. like the working title for a different kind of man was "stained glass". the fics in the takes two to quarrel series were all named for lines in the fics, except for imperfect life which i lifted directly from canon text (and the series was named for a line in imperfect life)

nlwib's name comes from that one line of wallace's in game thats like - "I must prepare the mourning garments. His lordship has never looked well in black.". i often think that if i was gonna do a cleanup re-write i would just call it in black, but i did start posting it nearly eleven years ago and my Style has evolved since then lol

16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?

HFJSDKFHKS SEE MYSTERY MAN PART 2 in which I accidentally uncovered the history of one of the rl officers of the franklin expedition and have since seen real life Scholars talk abt things that were literally lost to history until i connected a bunch of dots on accident while trying to find out what early 19thc. eton was like. for a fanned fiction. me @ franklin scholars: get on my level wankers lol

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

TOO OBSESSIVELY and it never ends well. i am trying to hold back on this bc. drac your fics are too niche your majesty they'll kill your self-esteem your majesty. never 4 get that the only comment i got on nlwib chapter 15 was "shame it wasnt gay" :/

19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)?

i don't really Edit edit? things come and go as i write, then i'll get a version i like and probably give it a once-over in the ao3 preview to look for typos.

25. Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist.

i don't really listen to music while i'm writing bc i get too distracted! either by lyrics or A Good Bit in instrumental music lol. but sometimes I'll play a single song on repeat through the entire thing like a deranged animal. i think the last nlwib chapter was written to Paris 1919 by John Cale on repeat for abt 40 hours lmao

this is the questions btw

[corporatefrog]

↳˗ˏˋ loose change ˊˎ˗ ↴

level 2 - my 43 year old roommate and me

featuring: yn officially meeting the single mother they'll be staying with during their time in South Park

notes: you KNOW i had to get the moms in this. they're so underutilized

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38…40…42…

My car slowed to a crawl as I scanned the street. I had rented a room in a woman’s house to save money during my trip. She seemed kind from the email’s we’d shared after I responded to her listing on Facebook. Apparently her son had moved out a few years prior and the house felt empty with no one else staying there. 

44…46!

The house was a blinding green that didn’t seem that eye-burning in the pictures I saw online. My eyes squinted to avoid damaging my retinas with the color. You could barely make out the number above the door. I pulled my car into the driveway, triple checking the number was correct before putting my car in park. Nothing would be more embarrassing than pulling into the wrong house and standing in their driveway like the biggest idiot in the world. I’d get chased out of town by self-hatred before I could even start my job. 

The front door opened as I was pulling my bags out of my car. I turned to see the woman I’d be staying with walking towards me with a smile. Her brown hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, blue shirt tucked into her red pants.

“Yn, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” 

—

Name: Liane Cartman

Age: 45

Status: Single Mother

Fun Fact: Since her son moved out, Liane has gotten really into rock climbing!

—

“Liane! Nice to finally meet you too!” I exclaimed, pushing down my exhaustion as I turned to face the woman. Sleep can wait until I’ve given a good first impression to my technical landlord. She grabbed my hand in both of hers, giving it a shake before letting go. Liane reached past me and lifted my bags before I could protest, talking over her shoulder as she walked back to the door.

“How was the drive? The mountains are always troublesome if you haven’t driven the roads before.” 

I speedwalked to reach her, “Oh, it wasn’t too bad! I found a podcast called Walk the Walk with-”

“With Jimmy Valmer!” Liane finished for me, opening the door while still carrying my bag, “Jimmy is such a sweetheart! He used to hang out with the boys all the time.” 

Upon entering the house, the smell of cedar covered my senses as though I’d walked into a warm fall night. The tv played an episode of Seinfeld while a cup of coffee sat still steaming on the end table. To my right, a picture of Liane and a young boy standing in front of Mount Rushmore hung on the wall. That must be her son! You can definitely see the resemblance between the two. I wonder if he’s as kind as his mother? 

Liane had started on this story about one time when her son and his friends held a competition to find a new friend for their group after one of them had gotten ill and how Jimmy had been one of the boys in the competition. Weird way to cope with sickness but you know I did weird stuff when I was 10 too.

Yeah, like wearing green lipstick to school everyday. 

Okay, fuck you?

“You’ll be staying upstairs in Eric’s old room. He doesn’t come visit much which is why I thought it would be best to rent out the room.” She said, beginning up the stairs still holding my suitcase. I feel bad that she’s carrying my suitcase but I can’t seem to get a word in between her stories about her son, his friends, or the town in general. I understand though. When you’ve been living alone for a while though, it feels different to have someone else in your space again. 

Liane led me to a room with deep purple walls and the brown hardwood floor that covered the rest of the house. The dark atmosphere was lightened by a large window beside the bed. Morning rays filtered through the window, casting light on the dust which lingered in the air from the room’s months of disuse.

The mattress creaked slightly as Liane placed my bag on the bed.

She turned to me with her kind smile, “I hope this room will work well for you.” She said, gesturing abstractly to the room around us. I assured her it was perfect, fighting back the exhaustion pulling at my eyelids as I thanked her again for her hospitality. 

Liane waved off the thanks as though I were doing her a favor. She began to head towards the door, saying I probably needed a few hours of “beauty sleep” (which was right. I began to wonder if the rays of light were actually beginning to wave around or if I was beginning to hallucinate from exhaustion) but stopped halfway through the doorway. 

“I forgot to mention! Some friends of mine are coming over for our Wednesday Wine Night tonight if you’d like to join us! No need to accept the offer, I just thought I’d extend the invitation. Their sons are all around your age so I’m sure they’d love to meet you.” She said before bidding me goodbye and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her. 

I let out a sigh as silence fell over the room. 

I did it. I really did it. I moved to an entirely new town and I’m living with a stranger for the next three months. All because my boss told me to. This is another level of follower. 

Bro you live in a capitalist society. Buying gas with your Speedway rewards card makes you a follower. 

Too exhausted to ignore my own snarky thoughts, I fell backwards onto the bed. My head immediately sunk into the pillows as the mattress cradled me like a newborn baby. It felt like I’d died and gone to bed heaven. It was the comfiest mattress I’d ever laid on. What kind of person gives up a bed like this to live alone? 

A kid who’s mother is so infuriating he cannot stand the thought of living with her for another second. 

That doesn’t make me feel any better. What if the kid is the asshole? Kids can be assholes too. 

Then he would’ve taken the mattress out of spite. Because he’s an asshole. 

I’m not listening to you anymore.

My eyes traced the sun rays that streaked across the ceiling, mind wandering as exhaustion gripped at my consciousness. I’m finally here. I wonder what’s going to happen over these next few months. The endless possibilities swirled through my head. If I can get in with this arcade and help it grow, my boss will have to give me a full time position after this internship. Then I’ll become super rich and be able to buy a lighthouse on the Canadian coast to live out the rest of my life in peace. 

Either that or we go broke and burn in a hellish ball of failure.

Thank you, inner voice. Thank you so much for that thought.

No problem.

Deciding sleeping on these hopeful thoughts might benefit me more than dwelling on the possible negatives, I continued to let my thoughts wander into the potential lives I could live in South Park until sleep overtook me as the world around me woke up.

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⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

ohoho, so many. ive posted excerpts from a few on ao3, such as the gwourtney tdwt rewrite that i scrapped & the trent comes back to tdwt instead of duncan au that i only wrote one chapter for. the rest are locked away in my files and seldom looked at.

there's a fic for a new season back on the island that takes place a year or so after tdrr with all new challenges that i gave up on after like two and a half chapters (nemma was the main couple for that one to give you a sense of how long ago i wrote it lol).

there's a tdas fic from alejandro noah courtney and gwen's povs (guess what the main ships are...) that i planned out extensively and then started writing for that i haven't worked on in years, probably because the actual writing of it didn't seem nearly as good as the planning did.

there's a really old gwent & nemma fic that i think was an au of the black friday musical? idk what i was thinking. it was bad. it was nonsensical and it was bad.

and then there was this whole high school au that mostly focused on the theatre department and was absolutely based on my high school that was a hyperspecific flavor of weird (us students described it as a combination of a summer camp and a cult so uh... i guess that isn't too far off from tdi).

there was also a post tdrr season i planned out that took place on a cruise ship and contestants competed in trios? i read the one and only chapter i wrote for that and apparently alejandro had a younger sister named marcela who is honestly kind of an icon lol i should bring her back for a different fic or something.

and pretty much assume that for every season of total drama, i had at least one rewrite planned that i eventually abandoned. honestly it's sort of a long term goal of mine to write my own version of every season of td. i've got tdwt with slippery slopes, tdrr with amicus curiae, and eventually tdi with the courtney time travel au. we'll see how long that takes lmao it's already been over a year and i'm like 40% done at the most.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

probably any kind of soulmate au. i just don't like the idea of a romance that's so predestined that there isn't any real development between the characters. i like to read and write feelings growing organically, and when the characters instantly lock eyes and have this automatic deep connection it just feels very artificial to me. that's not to say that all soulmate aus are like that, and there's actually one or two (non td) that i enjoy and regularly reread.

but i think to write a soulmate au i would need a very strong plot revolving around soulmarks and whatnot and i would rather just have the plot without the soulmates. i feel like the concept of soulmates implies that there's only one person a character can have a meaningful relationship with and once they find that person the relationship will be perfect.

i like reading/writing about the struggles that come with making the choice to be with someone you love without any certainty that they'll be your perfect person forever. the fact that you don't have that certainty but choose to stay and foster a relationship and have that hope for a bright future together makes it a lot more meaningful to me. i also feel like soulmate aus tend to prioritize romance much higher than friendship and those are two kinds of relationships that i like to place on equal ground in my writing.

im not trying to say that all soulmate aus are bad, or that ppl shouldn't enjoy them. they can absolutely be some people's jam and if it makes you happy then go for it! there are definitely tropes i like that other people don't for valid reasons and that's all okay.

thanks for the ask!

[turtlesocksv2]

Liveblogging Dead Friend Forever Ep 5

Flashback Time! Let's Go!

only at the 2:40 timestamp and already there's some crunchy little details. Tee has money - where from? He tells Top to go clean the toilets at Por's house for spending money, but we all know that's not what Tee is up to. And it's soooo convenient that there's a short film contest and it just so happens that Por has an idea for it and also a location to shoot in that just so happens to be in the Cult Murder Woods. Here at 2:40 in I am still banging the drum of Por And His Family Are True Believers. Will I be putting on my clown shoes later? Perhaps!

Jin and Tee are both skeptical that they'll be able to pull it off. Por and Fluke are really trying hard to get Tee to agree... Por mentions selling tickets to see the movie and the music changes and you can see Tee fall for it. Why is Tee so desperate for money when he's buying expensive In Game Purchases? does he have a gatcha gambling problem lmao.

Non is so unsure when he comes into the planning room and is immediately bullied! Why are they so mean! He's the only one giving actual ideas! And I see that Jin isn't involved in the bullying and doesn't know the backstory between them. Poor Non does seem a little weird but not in a bad way. The way they're just using him to get a script is so mean!

Wait, are they in a fucking Catholic School hold up i gotta rewind that. "Think Good, Do Good, Be A Good Person" I mean....words to live by i guess. Not that these Mean Girls-ass friends will pay any attention.

Ooooh, Por telling Non to send the script digitally he doesn't want a literal paper trail he is already planning to steal the credit! He's doing all this work and they're still calling him Greasy! These shitheads deserve what's coming to them. Jin is right to call them out about it. No wonder Jin will be the Final Girl. Non, sweetie, please develop some self respect!

ok but like JinNon are being really cute together. no wonder if Non gets a crush on him.

OK OK OK HOLD THE FUCK UP. THIS CONVERSATION BETWEEN NON'S PARENTS IS INTERESTING. Non has a sibling they send money to, but they're having money problems and can only afford to pay their bills this month and don't have the money to spare. Non's mom wants to take an emergency loan to cover it and if I learned anything from Kinnporsche one of those things was don't take sketchy emergency loans because the mafia will come after you. Mom mentions to Non that New is studying abroad buuuuuuut....hmmm. it just seems shady.

Non's sure on a lot of pills for a highschooler. also, someone with a heart for their contact name is asking if he took his meds....

Top is the fucking worst. but Por's not any better really. I did laugh at "Move, my beloved Greasy will sit here" and the way the other kids scattered. Por really is throwing his family's money and influence around isn't he. ugh the way Por and Top wipe their hands after touching Non is so gross and mean and awful.

oh no. Hot Teacher just offered to give Non a ride home and i feel nothing but dread.

Gambling Hall! Oh my god i was right about the gambling lmao. Anyway, Tee's in the mafia. so that's fun.

That lady on the board saw Por's name and was like "oh. we definitely don't want to make his parents mad" the way she nudged the other judge!

can't believe they tried to exclude Non from the results reveal oh wait, yes i can. because they're the worst.

Por's mom spoils him but lmao you can see that his dad is just Done even if he does get worn down by mom.

Por is so fucking stupid for leaving that expensive-ass camera in the unlocked classroom. Top is so fucking stupid for messing around with the camera. I hate Top so much oh my god.

oh no. Tee is going to frame Non for it isn't he. that was the money Por was saying he shouldn't have taken from Non isn't it. And we know Non's family has money problems!!! Tee is the worst. lmao at Fluke just being there the whole time.

I like that Jin knows what's up and tried to defend Non.

I really want to know who ❤️ is. Is it New? Is it Hot Teacher?

Boo Tee trying to drag poor Non into his Mafia shit. leave him alone! Haven't you done enough???!

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I don't know about you, but I fear the day that we have a canon sexuality for Bruno because whatever it is, some people will be angry.

I see a lot of people with OCs that are ladies, so I suspect that they want Bruno to like girls. Then you have people who watch him and read his story as the gay uncle whose name the family don't speak, so, achillean. And I think the option of aro and/or ace is popular too? And right now everyone is having a great time with their headcanons, everything is valid.

But Jared Bush doesn't want to answer anything about this topic. He is doing that with the things they want to explore in the future. And yeah, I can imagine the grandkids asking why he is single. They'll make a canon story about that. And some people will be disappointed or angry.

My worst fear? I'm ok with everything, but I guess I can't trust Disney (talking about the company, not the people actually making the movie and trying their best).

I would love Bruno being aro/ace. I crave asexual representation. The A spectrum is so big, they can try so many options (I usually think about him like an ace with a tentative interest in romance). But. Can I trust them to do a nice representation? And, can I trust the fandom who see him as alosexual to be ok with it? Because, I don't want to think bad, but I watched so many dramas in other fandoms... I'm not ready to read more shit about us. I can't do that anymore, I'm tired.

Bruno being gay? Amazing. I love the idea. Beloved character being achillean, nice. But we are talking about Disney. Every year we have a new "the first openly gay person in a disney movie!!!" and is always a background character saying one line or kissing their partner really fast, super easy to cut if they need it. I don't know about the situation in other countries, but here in Spain there is a group of people who are trying to boycott Lightyear because Oh No TwO wOmEn KiSsEd. Encanto is SUPER popular. Bruno is very popular. Some people will be so angry if he is gay. Would Disney risk their public opinion for this? Uuuh.

And if he is hetero or at least they show him having interest in women... It's ok! The movie is not about LGBTQ+ experiences, I don't expect Disney to try more representations after using the "latino representation card" (Too much for them, they'll cry). And we’ll have more opportunities with the rest of the family if we are lucky. But if they go with "he wanted but everyone was wary of him, so Bruno couldn't find a girl" ..... I'll die if the incel community find him relatable or something like that 💀 Or... Imagine if they use Bruno being neurodivergent as the excuse of why no woman wanted to marry him, because he is "strange". More 💀💀

So yeah, I don't know. I'm happy right now. Everyone is having fun. You can read/write about any option or ignore the topic completely. But some day...

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[dopaminergicaddictions]

3/11/24

7:40 p.m updated

I guess I reported her to the wrong agency. I have to print out the form and print out the email and print out my report.

I'm going to change it to September 21st. Take out asshole face and Brianna's pussy tree and just describe it as an incidence. I have to figure out how to word it, to get my point across.

I realize the psych ward does not have cameras in the rooms. They may have heard me bc they have them in the common area. However I don't know if the person out in common area heard me or if the cameras picked it up.

As for asshole face it'll be in the incident report.

Unfortunately I'm going to have to name you Elise. I have to name current and past practitioners. The form is entirely different. I have no choice. I'm sure they'll contact you as well as everyone else I've seen on a long term basis.

Idk if you even read my tumblr or care about me. Either way it haunts me that I can't know you personally...

Also my youtube is dead. The hours went from 220 to 50 to 35 to 28..

Maybe I should stop posting and remove my content. I try to make good content and with 160 videos and millions of tags, you'd think I'd have a constant wave of people coming to my channel..

It's getting pathetic... maybe I should give up on my dreams. Also then I can make content without my glasses on if I do decide to stupidly try to follow my dreams.

I don't expect to be an anyone. To achieve anything. To have anything or even go on vacation in state to a campground before I die even if I make it to 60. I don't expect to have anything to look forward to. I don't expect to have anything change in a positive way. I don't expect to get married. I don't expect to have kids. I don't expect to accomplish anything. I don't even expect to have "stability" for more than a few years. I have nothing on Maslow hierarchy of needs generally speaking.

I expect to be a drain on society. And be an useless pathetic disabled couch potato, no one loves until I end my life. Which I mean tbh it's coming soon.

Everyday I go on the dating sites I see exactly how pointless it is. No one likes me..no one will have kids with me. At this point I truly want a single mother and to be a insta father figure... You'd think I could find some but there are better people out there despite me wanting to be a stay at home dad..

I don't even want my own children.. I got shit genetics.. I don't want my kids to be fucked like me. I just want a kid or two to love me and to have a wife

But instead I do nothing and have nothing. I get nothing and no one likes me for who I am. All I have is friends. They are all getting married. Having kids. Have multiple options for dating if they are single.. and all I got is psychosis and ocd. A dream to be someone and everything in my life pointing to overdosing as I try every single day and see absolutely nothing change.

[reynie-muldoons]

'The Dance of the Celestial Orb' liveblog!

for real this time lmfao

book and show spoilers below

I'm ✨nervous✨ please let our children be okay

0:10 this Sticky arc hurts me so kuch

1:35 this music is BUMPIN

2:22 I just wanna know how she got under there without the dude seeing her

2:47 "all systems go" for the Improvement.... yikes 😬😬😬

2:55 she didn't wait even 5 seconds after they left, the door was still closing when she popped up 😂 can you imagine if one of them doubled back right at that moment

3:18 they look like the dudes from that veggietales movie, I think it was Esther- the island of perpetual tickling?? Anyone??? 😂😂😂

4:00 Kate vented.......

4:51 "not a rat" yeah no shit

5:07 if not for the suspense, I would be jamming out lmaooo

6:10 Mr. Benedict is looking at the shoreline, is he about to watch Kate dive in???? Because I mean that's where she's gotta be going

6:20 "memory challenges"? Is Rhonda talking about Milligan's amnesia, or has short term memory been affected as well??

6:29 .....thank you for answering so efficiently 😂

6:42 "I buy it. I completely.... buy it." RHONDA THAT'S NOT HELPFUL AHSKSHDJKD

6:56 can you imagine seeing your friend go down in a sub then hours later seeing the sub float up in fucking PIECES

7:06 KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE!

7:06 please let it be reunion time

7:25 oh hello that's a drop

7:38 *to the tune of Bezos I* come on Katie u can do it pave the way put ur back into it

7:51 she craves that mineral

8:06 Sticky, my child

8:20 oh my gosh they went out and LOOKED FOR HER I care them 😭😭😭

8:23 SHE KNEW HIS DREAM SHE KNEW HIS DREAM TELEPATH TELEPATH TELEPATH

8:34 STICKY STOPPPP

8:40 "jumping to conclusions is a failure of character" wow that really is something Curtain would say

8:52 angry Reynie. He is in rare form

8:54 "and you helped put her there!" OOOOOOOH I SCREAMED

9:03 "I shouldn't have yelled" okay but you kinda should have Sticky needs a wake up call

9:06 "dont apologize. I like this side of you." IS THIS THE START OF REYNIE AND CONSTANCE HAVING THE BEST SIBLING RELATIONSHIP

9:22 "if you really cared about me, you'd want me to be happy instead of standing there telling me who I am" oh Sticky my dude I am NOT digging the manipulation

9:36 Reynie pulling out the BFF card!!! Also Reynie digging in his feet because he knows he's right!!!! That's great setup for his arc as a strategist later

9:48 "I'm telling you, Kate's fine." Narrator: Kate was not, in fact, fine.

10:03 "they'll notice." Sticky has made one (1) good point.

10:11 oh dear god are they fingerprinting this bitch

10:19 all this equipment, has no one walked up to the cliff and looked down???

10:23 HAHAHAHA WAIT THEY ACTUALLY HAVEN'T

10:27 "we've been out here all night" that means Kate has been clinging to a cliff by her fingers and toes ALL NIGHT????

11:04 babe I know it's been a long night but maybe wait a second for them to actually leave before you climb back up

11:15 BUCKET NO

11:22 she has to go get it. There's no way someone wouldn't find that shit, it's in plain view

11:37 "WAS"???? WHY ARE WE SAYING WAS????? NO PAST TENSE HERE MILLIGAN'S FINE

11:43 "I only wish we could've known him better" NOOOPE NONONO WE'RE NOT DOING THIS

11:47 Rhonda back at it as the voice of reason!!!!!

11:59 "I have never met a more competent swimmer" throwback to "the baaAAAYYYY"

12:10 MR. BENEDICT'S FACE HAHAHAHA HOLD ON LET ME TAKE A PICTURE IM DYING

12:11 NUMBER TWO, NOT HELPING

12:14 RHONDA'S FACE HAHENDJDKDN

12:33 "we will go rescue him" because of COURSE he would

12:36 Rhonda is his best wingwoman omfg she's so consistent

12:54 MISS PERUMAL??????

12:56 MISS PERUMAL!!!!!!

13:00 SHE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT GAKSHDBDHEKSNND

13:09 "how hard can it be? It's an island!" PFFFFT

13:16 oh SQ baby boy please get out of there

13:25 "I certainly have my own suspicions" he said, looking at SQ why are you looking at SQ like that

13:31 SQ GET OUT OF THERE PLEASE IS2G

13:36 here we fuckin go

13:43 the captions have the f in forest capitalized like it's this special place

13:43 new hc that the Forest is a magical place like pixie hollow

13:57 TWO THINGS: 1. YES stand up for yourself baby!!!! 2. Shepard Quaid? Interesting! I don't think we ever got SQ's full name in the books, I hope TLS made that decision!

14:08 your "father hat"??? Oh my gosh shut the fuck up right there don't even continue

14:16 oh yeah real fuckin cute put on your "steward of this institution hat" and call that a good reason to be a shit person

14:43 "No." GOOD FOR HIMMMM GOOD JOB SQ

15:03 Kate's struggling right by the shore where a certain someone would be returning after a very hard swim, it would be a great time for a meeting wouldn't you think

15:09 KATE THE GREAT

15:11 "THE TRAPESE GODDESS" I WILL REFER TO HER AS NOTHING ELSE

15:26 sorry but that green screen of her falling was kinda funny

15:28 soooooo is someone, a very certain someone, gonna catch her...??????

15:36 YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

15:43 IS THIS IT????@?@?!?

15:46 awww poor baby girl you can tell how tired she is

15:46 just putting this out there- they look so good in frame together

15:46 the actor who plays Milligan is fucking huge in stature so I wasn't sure how that would go but it looks so good

16:00 THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER WITH HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I CANT DO THISSSSS

16:20 "keep going." 😭😭😭😭😭

16:23 "you dont understand." Ohhhh I think he does

16:25 "I think I do." What did I tell you, he's got your back babygirl

16:45 I'm so glad she's talking this out, and with Milligan of all people

17:01 it makes so much sense for Kate to feel alone in that situation, and when Kate feels anything less than positive she goes and does something, whatever that something is.

17:05 "So.. I...." "fell off a cliff and nearly died." Thanks for putting things into perspective Milligan

17:05 Milligan is such a good dad stop

17:19 "most of the way" is an understatement LMFAO

17:29 I'm so glad we know the intimate details of Milligan's illustrious swimming abilities 😂 out of all the new things wfrom the show that one wasnt on my radar

17:52 leave it to Milligan to come up with an escape plan off of an island with no water vessel with four kids in tow

18:08 THEYRE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭

18:08 lowkey I'm super surprised they didnt take this opportunity to have Milligan's arduous swim force his memories out and have the father daughter bonding time they deserve. I hope they give that moment ample time to flesh out.

18:13 BUCKET!!!

18:13 wait that shot is so artsy hold up lmfao

18:13 this looks like someone's photography final hahahaha

18:26 THE TENDER MUSIC STOPPPP 😭😭😭

18:41 Sticky is still on that jumping to conclusions bs he got from Curtain

18:44 WETHERALL'S WIDGET 😭

19:31 "Kate... she's in danger..." NO SHIT SHERLOCK

19:36 "and it's all because of me." Not just because of you but love to see you taking responsibility

19:52 once again I am asking WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IN THE OPEN

20:26 "Kate. She has changed." "Not really. She's always been who she is." "Her clothes. She changed clothes." PFFFT HAHHAHA they really took a moment of self-reflection and made it so much better

20:55 AYYYYY KATE'S DEPENDENCY ARC CONTINUESSSSS

21:35 yikes yikes yikes

22:16 I love that Mr. Benedict got closure in telling Miss Perumal that her words stuck with him

22:40 the way she just knows Reynie took the position of leader 😭😭

22:54 SHE WROTE HIM A LETTERRR

23:02 "Would it be possible to get this to him?" Ma'am what part of undercover spy don't you get

23:54 it's still really weird that we are now in a position where Reynie is the one who is not trusted and Sticky is the one in Curtain's favor

24:13 and here we see Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues shining through

24:21 "the little things matter. Every minor detail, it all matters!" CALLBACK TO MR. BENEDICT TELLING THE CHILDREN THAT THEY ALL MATTER

24:55 "I can tell with complete accuracy when a person is lying." first of all, no. second of all, I cannot wait for him to talk to Constance.

26:33 why is Mr. Benedict graphically explaining the children's potential trauma so funny to me

26:40 "you're catastrophizing." "Yes. I am. Quite severely. Thank you." WHY IS THIS FUNNY

26:58 MADGE!!!!

27:16 she's so prettyyyyy

27:33 GOOD JOB MADGE!!!!!

27:36 wait did she just take the LETTER??? she's delivering the LETTER?????

28:05 WHAT DOES "OKAY FINE" MEAN??? REYNIE??????

28:22 it's sad because it's true 🥺

28:24 "I miss my teacher from the orphanage" the best lies are the ones rooted in truth 🥺🥺🥺

28:48 roll credits

29:16 Reynie honey Orion's Belt isn't on the ceiling

29:29 the way he was so confident that he had it right 😑 Curtain Stop Being a Pretentious Fuck challenge

29:52 our babygirl is so smartttt

29:55 did Milligan plant his prints 😳 oh no OH NO

29:57 MARTINA???? WHATSUEJHDKD

29:57 is this the replacement for when they pin cheating on her????

30:03 THE KEY CARD!!!!

30:11 MADGEEEE

30:21 "one attacked me as a small child" honey you are a small child

30:24 "it did not win," she said, smiling menacingly

30:40 "so we dance again" WHY DID THE MUSIC REV UP WHEN SHE SAID THAT HAHAHAHA

31:01 ✨woodworking is a passion✨

31:58 "was it functional?" "Well I guess that depends on how you define functionality" RHONDA'S FACE IN THE BACKGROUND HAHAHAHA

32:10 OH HEY MARTINA

32:17 wait 🥺

32:22 that has to be SQ :)

32:28 hi sweet boy

32:34 please tell me they did that shot of the sandwich because Madge is about to take it

32:39 LMFAOOOOO

32:44 hi good girl!!! Enjoy your snackies

32:50 oh god oh no the LETTER

33:25 oh wow we're doing this NOW??

33:52 and here we see another example of Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues bubbling to the surface

34:10 hey what if you uhhh weren't such an asshole

34:33 that man's voice is buttery

34:52 REYNIE'S TRYING TO TELL SQ????

35:02 and they're talking about this right in front of the office door, WHY??

35:24 AND THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE OFFICE DOOR, WHY????

35:55 he's letting him go 🥺🥺🥺🥺

36:14 why does that look like a body bag

36:17 oh my gosh it definitely is a body bag, hey Martina

36:25 yep, that's about what I expected

36:36 "whoever did this to me, they're gonna pay" oh girl do I have some bad news for you

37:12 ahhhh, so Martina is the burnt out gifted kid who keeps going out of spite and sheer force of will

37:12 everything makes much more sense now

37:30 ohhhhh my gosh feelings time

37:44 "I think it's awesome." "Yeah. I know you do." THE SHIPPERS ARE THRIVING

37:54 THEY REALLY WANT TO MAKE THIS AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE HUH

38:10 "it's the least I can do" that's an understatement 😬

38:14 AAWWWWW SHKSHSLSBDK

38:20 "I don't know what I'd do without you, Wetherall" STOPPPPP

38:30 HEY BUD UH MAYBE CLOSE YOUR DOOR???

38:38 he's been writing letters to her every night and now he finally gets one back 😭😭

39:34 so Miss Perumal wrote this letter with the intention of it being sent to him, right- why did she write it like that?? 😂

39:34 they've gone to such lengths to communicate in code but the letter kind of undermines that- it was written in such a way that an onlooker would know Reynie was a spy but wouldn't know what he was doing or why. No wonder SQ was pissed

39:41 KATE!!

40:10 BREAKING NEWS: local bastard man treats everyone like shit

40:15 ohhhhh SQ bud please be careful

40:30 "always have time for my son," he said in a clipped voice that implied that he does not have time for his son

40:35 ohhh he's getting RIGHT INTO IT HUH

40:41 you mean to tell me he's never asked about Mr. Curtain's work?? Ever???? Somehow that doesn't seem right to me

40:57 hey uh what if you didn't talk down to SQ at every opportunity

41:02 "would you care to reconsider that answer, son?" "No." DIG THOSE HEELS IN SQ!!!!

41:22 I'm really not digging that Curtain is using the guise of openly expressing his feelings to communicate his anger and his unasked question. Not cool bitch head

41:33 the fact that he didn't answer SQ's spoken question kind of also answers his unspoken question

41:45 "I knew there was something off about that girl. But espionage?" "How do you so convincingly fake a tetherball obsession?" I love that this entire conversation could be about Martina or Kate interchangeably

42:34 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

42:36 IF IT WAS THAT EASY TO FIND WITH BINOCULARS HOW HAD THEY NOT BEEN SPOTTED UP UNTIL THIS POINT?!!?#? HOW????

43:05 Kate advocating for Martina with the Society 🥺🥺 the interaction I didn't know I needed

43:58 "I definitely don't like to leave anything unfinished." "That's true, I've seen you eat." PFFFFT

44:05 YESS YOU GO STICKY USE YOUR ACCESS FOR PRIME INTEL

44:19 "well, you can't succeed without me, so..." baby girl you have no idea how right you are

44:28 please let that be Milligan PLEASE LET THAT BE MILLIGAN

44:32 YEAAAAAHHHHH

44:35 I simply adore him

44:45 "would you mind helping me down, please? I'm stuck." Your honor I would die for this man

44:54 oh shit, Martina's tryna sleuth it out herself.. this can't end well

45:04 is she about to find Kate's marbles or something?? Callback to the book?

45:26 the absolute MURDER in her eyes

45:31 FUCKIN YIKES

45:41 "the clothes of someone who had given up" ASEJDGEIDNDLFK

45:47 well that's not good

46:00 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

46:04 PLEASE let them be on their way already, please

46:14 THEY MADE A BLIMP????

46:17 Goodyear is QUAKING

46:35 why the fuck is Number Two in red, that's upsetting on principle

THEYRE JUST ENDING IT THERE???? goddamnit!!!!

How surreal is it that next week is the finale?? Idk if I'm ready for that????

[chaoticgenders]

Long post warning lol, rant warning too. I need to get this off my chest, it's going on 7AM.

TW for drinking, transphobia, and just overall shitty parents/people.

My dad was talking about our family friends' (Who I'll call Dave from here on out, who I also don't count as a friend.) ex-girlfriend, I don't know her name because my entire family including Dave deadnames her. I'll call her Rose. Rose was an abusive piece of shit, apparently. I wouldn't know, I wasn't with my parents at the time when Dave was with Rose..so I know nothing about Rose other than her fuckin' deadname and the fact she's a transwoman. Dave, my mom (sometimes), but mainly my dad are extremely transphobic when it comes to her and it makes me peel off my skin.

My dad claims she deserves this because of how she acted and abused Dave, and he'll also go on spews on how Dave is gay. It usually comes out in all of them when they're drunk, unsurprisingly enough. On new years eve, I think in 2020, me and my dad were both drunk and we both had a small argument over it. My dad getting red in the face and telling me to "shut the fuck up" because I don't understand it. While I'm standing here apple pie in hand just wanting to have a good time, trying to hide the fact I might be some form of trans myself. I told my dad (from what I can remember I was shit faced lol), "Even if she's an abusive asshole, you don't deserve to deadname her! It's transphobic!" , and apparently my dad absolutely hated that response and my mom had to step and and tell me to calm down.

It was understandable, my dad is one thing angry when sober...but when he's drunk he's a lot more in your face and wouldn't hesitate to throw a punch. I let the topic go, but maybe every single time when they're drunk...they'll deadname her.

The biggest one was, I think, around last month. It's a long story on how this stranger got on our front porch but I'll just say she saw us cooking out and decided to join and be nice, I guess. She was very sweet I suppose, although made me dysphoric because she said I would get rid of my "girl face" when I went on T. (My mom also outed me as trans against my will, which made me wanna kill myself.) I digress, at one point someone deadnamed Rose (she's always a Hot Topic when they're drunk.) and I rolled my eyes and kinda stormed off, grabbing a beer from the fridge for my dad out of habit. My mom got so fucking angry at me, and when I came back my mom was explaining to the stranger that Rose was trans..and just outed another goddamn individual.

My parents will never understand the concept of being personal and secret. I've told my parents multiple times certian things they've done is ableist, transphobic, racist, etc. They'll usually give bullshit stupid ignorant excuses to me, claiming "Saying the N-word isn't racist! I grew up around black people that let me!!" which makes me so flabberghasted, or my dad (who's cishet) saying fucking slurs like tranny and faggot to my face, and even being bi-phobic. He literally married a bisexual woman.

Adding on to this, my dad literally said that most bisexual people have a higher chance of cheating. I got defensive because..I'm queer, abrosexual, and also label myself as bisexual so it just hurt. My dad passed it off as a joke as my mom did nothing and said nothing other than back me up a little by saying a myth of being bisexual was that they're cheaters and my dad got even more defensive and started saying it was a joke x3 (times three). Sure, whatever man, it's a "joke".

My mom is also a cunt, because she doesn't belive in pansexual people, genderfluid people, and barely understands nonbinary people. Same with my dad, when I came out as nonbinary, then as a transman. My dad told me to my face that "You'd need to do the surgerys out of the house" and "they/them pronouns don't even make sense" when he's literally like idk..40???

My parents barely misgender me now, I've trained them well (/hj), but I know for a fact my parents don't see me as a man. I know for a fact they just see me as Girl Lite.

Also the process to get my parents to use my pronouns was hell, because they kept using excuses.

Also, my parents are anti-neopronouns (and probably xenogenders), they've claimed its a mockery to trans people and when I try and explain they brush it off like my opinion as a TRANSman doesn't matter.

IDK I can't wait to move out, my parents have tried fucking everything to keep me here and I'm manifesting so hard I can finally just leave this terrible place.

My parents are racist, anti-MOGAI (i use mogai in replace of lgbtqia+, for future references), anti-everything I am and more.

I only semi-recently got 'accepted' by my parents as "might be autistic" because my cousin just got diagnosed with autism.

My parents also don't believe in DID/OSDD, the last time they talked about it, it was all stigma. It hurts living here man, i hate it.

Also, too add flame to fire, my mom fetishizes asians, japanese culture, and gay men. It pisses me off, my mom literally consumes yaoi and is so fucking weird w/ gay people.

[gihun-my-beloved]

squid game; ep 1

seong gi-hun x reader.

taken from my wattpad (RickSanchezski).

words: 1542.

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You just woke up in a green tracksuit, unaware of your surroundings. It took about 10 seconds for it to register in your mind that you weren't at your friend's house, before a rush of memories from yesterday played through your head.

You were too deep in thought to notice someone tapping your shoulder. All of a sudden, you snapped out of your trance, and looked up to see a man, probably in his mid to late 40s. He was wearing the same green tracksuit. Infact, everyone was. The only difference was everyone had their own number. The man's was 456.

You looked down to see your number was 455.

"Hey. You must be the player before-"

The both of us turned around to see the commotion going on. A young girl was getting beat up by this man- obviously older. You and 456 joined the crowd that had now formed, before he made some sort of realisation. You tried to stop him from intervening for whatever reason he wanted to- but he was too swift.

"Hey, you come here," he demanded. "Oh. That scar on your neck. You're the damn pick pocket! You loser."

You began to see where this was going.

"My money, give it back."

He was now grabbing the girl by the collar. You felt bad for her, but you couldn't be too sympathetic because you didn't know anything about the situation.

Where is it? You took it.. I need i-" 456 got pushed to the ground.

"..The hell?"

The thug from earlier joined in.

"Who are you?"

"Uhh.."

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Me..? Uhh, Well.. Look. The name's Seong Gi-hun. I live in Ssangmun-dong."

Oh. What a lovely name.

"Hey, Ssangmun-dongshit."

"..Yeah?"

"Me and this bitch weren't done talking," He was pacing towards Gi-hun as if he was gonna attack him, which surprisingly hadn't happened already.

"Yeah I understand that, It's just there's something me and this... woman should talk about urgently."

The girl sighed.

"You bastard! What scheme are you two runnin'?"

"You're asking me? What's your problem with this girl, 101? Yeah, I bet you're a thug who preys on girls, and takes advantage of them. Did you tell her?! To rob me like that?"

You were getting second hand embarrassment. It just keeps getting worse and worse.

"You little son of a bitch!" 101 attempts to punch Gi-hun, but he runs backwards.

You can't lie, his run was funny.

"Hey, he wants to hit me. This thug is trying to hit me, huh? Hey, somebody get over here, we need help!"

The gift that never stops giving..

What's the opposite of a gift?

Hold on.. The door began to open?

"Oh, there they are. Over here, she'll pick all our pockets sir. Him too. They'll pick- They'll pick-"

Everyone went silent, and tensed up. You subtly moved to stand next to 456.

"What the fuck where you doing?" you whispered.

The door had fully opened to reveal men in masks, all dressed in hot pink suits. On the masks, there was either a square, circle or a triangle.

One began to speak.

"I would like to extend a heartfelt welcome to you all. Everyone here will play six different games over six different days. Those who win will receive a handsome cash prize."

Someone from the crown spoke up.

"And why should we believe that? Y-You took our stuff and put us to sleep coming here, and then you brought us to this strange warehouse? Now you're saying you'll pay us if we go and play a few games? You really expect us to buy that?"

"We reluctantly took those measures to maintain confidentiality as we brought you all here. We'll return all your things once the games are over."

Another from the crowd.

"You all.. You all have masks- Why are you wearing those things?"

"We do not disclose the faces and personal information of our staff to any of the participants. It's a measure we take to ensure fair games and confidentiality. Please understand."

"Well i don't believe you one bit, got that? You tricked us. We were kidnapped. You can make as many excuses as you want to make sure nobody knows you broke the law in here. If you're going to make up for that, then we're gonna need something more."

"Player 218. Cho Sang-woo. Former leader of Team Two at Joy Investments. Siphoned money off of his clients balances, then invested it in derivatives and future options and failed. Current loss: 650 million won."

He then went on to show the debts other people owe.

"Hey, I know him! He's like a brother to me. I thought he was rich.. Why is he here?"

"Every person standing here in this room is living on the brink of financial ruin. You all have debts you can't pay off. When we first went to see each of you, not a single one of you trusted us. But, as you all know, we played a game, and as we promised, gave you the money when you won. And suddenly, everyone here trusted us. I'll give you one last chance to choose. Will you go back to your old, depressing lives, or will you seize this last opportunity were offering here?"

"Hey! Which games are we playing?"

"In order to play fair, we cannot disclose any information about the games ahead of time."

Gi-hun began.

"One question.. If we win, how much money do we get?"

The ceiling opened up, and everyone looked up in awe.

"Your prize money will be accumulated in there after every game. We will disclose the amount after the first game is over. If you do not wish to participate, please let us know at this time."

The lights switched back on, and you went behind Gi-hun in the queue.

"So is that it or..."

You looked over his shoulder.

PLAYER CONSENT FORM

CLAUSE 1: A PLAYER IS NOT ALLOWED TO STOP PLAYING

CLAUSE 2: A PLAYER WHO REFUSES TO PLAY WILL BE ELIMINATED

CLAUSE 3: GAMES MAY BE TERMINATED IF THE MAJORITY AGREES

You signed your consent form, and the second you put your pen down, a voice came out from the speakers.

"Attention all players. The first game is about to begin. Please follow the staff's instructions. Please make your way towards the game hall.

You do as said, get your picture taken, turned to Gi-hun and said

"Good luck."

Before getting lost in a crowd.

You turn around just as the games are about to begin, and see him talking to Sang-woo. He seemed to have noticed you staring, because he made his way over to you.

Some players were having a conversation next to you.

"Hey."

"Huh?"

"Whats that? Over there? Looks really freaky."

You noticed a huge doll, wearing a yellow shirt underneath an orange dress. Its "hair" was in pigtails, and it was wearing knee-high white socks paired with black shoes.

"Damn, that thing has a freaking huge head."

You heard the same feminine voiceover from earlier. "You will be playing red light, green light. Stop when "it" shouts red light. If your movement is detected, you will be eliminated."

Eliminated? The word made you extremely uncomfortable. You felt as if your were going to puke all your guts out.

A man turned to Gi-hun.

"Red light green light? The thing we used to play as kids?"

The feminine voice started over.

"Let me repeat the rules,"

"I think thats what she said.."

The voice repeated the rules, and people made bets.

The game started.

"Green light."

You moved about 6 steps.

You looked up to see a timer.

5:00...

4:59...

4:58...

Every second felt like a minute.

"Red light!"

One of the people got ..eliminated.

And it was exactly how you thought (and dreaded) it would be.

He got shot, and instantly fell to the ground, the doll somehow sounded annoyed, repeating the rules once more.

"Green light."

You moved a couple steps.

"Red light"

His friend came up to his now limp body.

"Hey, you got eliminated idiot. You can stop with the act."

Mockingly, His now dead friend coughed up blood.

He had now realised what was meant by "eliminated".

He turned to run, but got shot. The blood splattered on the woman behind him, which caused a chain reaction of terror, screaming and running for a way out.

You froze in fear.

Bodies were piled on top of eachother at the doors.

The game was simple, and you got to the end in time without dying, with 41 seconds exactly to spare.

Gi-hun was far behind. Oh god.. He began to fall..

Milliseconds turned into minutes, but you stopped holding your breath as you realised your new found.. friend? Was saved by someone behind him.

In the last few seconds they jumped over the line, near where me and sangwoo were sitting. We watched as the people who hadn't made it got shot.

You barely knew the guy, but Gi-hun was already growing on you.

And you couldn't say that about many people.

.

A/N: I hope this was good.. :) I've noticed the lack of Gi-hun appreciation. Outrageous. Anyways, have a nice day yous !!

[lucky4in]

Magic Interferes in New Orleans

Prompts from Piccadilly's book #3

Words used: ☆matriarch ☆throat ☆impossible ☆vinegar ☆apology ☆slice ☆microwave ☆raspberry ☆choose ☆snore

God! I can't take it. The dread is killing me. I'm losing all the blood in my fingers with how tight I'm squeezing the steering wheel. The honking around me is not helping. I can feel everyone's fear collectively as we sit in agitated traffic. Stress. Fault. Jitteriness. Indifference. Panic, panic, panic.

God, I hate being an empath. I can't even hear my own thoughts. I need to breath! Yeah. Take deep breaths. I'm not far from the U-turn lane. So what if traffic is moving 1 millimeter a minute? The storm can't be faster.

Hooooonk!

Beepbeep!

I have to get out of this situation before I have a sensory overload.

From my front and my rear, I'm surrounded by vehicles. I can't move back, I'll hit someone. I can't move up, because they'll think there's space to move and I'll be more stuck than before. Looking to my right I realize the road across the gate is fairly empty. That last car I saw go that way was 40 something minutes ago.

I gulp loosening my grip from the wheel but still holding it firmly in my palms. Taking a breath I turn the wheel and step on the gas. My car races through the grass and crashes though the metal gates. With a screech, my tires are finally rolling and I'm off. Towards the dark clouds like a fool running blindly into a lions den.

When I finally catch sight of the curling palm trees and the flying debris, my weariness is replaced by anger. We had a plan. A simple schedule. Prepare emergency food, water, and medicine, flashlights and documents, locate nearest shelters, fill up gas tank, clear the yard, and turn off the power. When the evacuation order is set, I would be too far away at the time, so my husband would get the kids from home and we...would...evecuate.

Evacuate.

We would meet at the nearest shelter with our separate cars...

Unfortunately, my...sweet...dearest mother decided to take it upon herself to pick up the kids herself...and NOT evacuate. Instead, she wanted her grand babies to feel safe during the storm and cook them a nice meal...at her house.

I almost had a heart attack when my husband said they weren't there. Instead, a note was attached to the fridge reassuring us that my elementary school kids, including a baby, did not infact disappear off the face of the earth. She wants them to feel less threatened and stressed over this "flood nonsense". Make it seem like a regular thunder storm.

Except it's not a thunder storm! It's a hurricane!

I told my husband not to worry about it, I will get the kids and be ok. The hurricane is suppose to be a bad one, the weather man said. Anything left undemolished by the storm by the end of this would be a miracle. Hopefully it won't be my sanity. I swear, she's impossible.

By the time I get to her house, the streets are flowing with water and clawing up her driveway like waves at a beach. I step out and my shoe kerplunks into the water. I groan, feeling my ears eject hot steam. I stomp onto her porch with a squish, squish, squish and jam the key into the lock.

I kick the door open and slam it shut, my anger seeming to accelerate as soon I step inside. I cringe a bit, noticing my youngest asleep on the couch.

"DON'T SLAM MY DO-" my mother sticks her head out through the kitchen doorway and spots me.

"-Oh, hi baby!"

I stretch a tight smile, coaxing my child back to sleep. "Hello, mother."

"You came just in time. I just need to get a few things done before we eat."

And there she is. Like always. Not worrying about a thing while marinating apple cider vinegar on peices of pork. Probably to slice into the-

Sniff, sniff.

-gumbo. Her calm persona was infuriating. Almost insulting.

"Too bad my son in law couldn't be here. He'd love to stuff his face with the beignets" she continues.

"He's at the shelter. Kinda like we're suppose to be" I say, honey tounged and all "which begs the question..." I lean in, my palms face down on the table. "Why aren't we there right now?" I sneer, bringing my voice down.

"Because there's no need to. You know that" she says simply.

"Maybe in your case, but not mine. You just felt entitled to do things your way. Like you always do. I had everything under control and-and you had me worried."

"You know nothing was going to happen to these kids. I knew nothing was really wrong."

"If you really felt so aloof about this, you should have stayed yourself. You can't just up and take my kids like that. We've talked about this."

She finally looks at me, turning away from her task. "I should be free to see my own grand kids whenever I want to."

"I would have probably excepted that, if we weren't in the middle of a god damn hurricane-"

"Momma! Momma look!"

I was interrupted by my two children excitedly telling me that a pie was on the way. All while showing me their hands, proof of a raspberry massacre. Animated. Passion. Triumph. Pleasant. I ruffle their heads with a quick "good job" and they ran off together. Their happiness almost cures my frustration. It does calm me down a bit though.

"Is is so much to want to keep your family safe" my mother asks.

Aaaaaaand its back.

"Is it so much to just listen to me? To just let me do things my way? I am in no less danger than you are just because I dont have the same... tools that you do."

"It looks like it puts you in a lot of danger if you have to evacuate the city. You could simply come here so momma can protect you."

"That makes me look like a normal person, mom. The streets are already flooding and a ton of people just saw me go the opposite direction. I look stupid and suspicious." I'm taken back to my teen years. Having a similar conversation with my mother. "Not everything can be solved with your protection. I can make my own decisions. But instead you undermine me and tamper with everything around you. Just because I dont have it, doesn't mean I cant keep my family safe or simply be a mother. How about, for once, you let mother nature do her job."

"Your father made this house with his bare hands, rehydrating himself with his sweat. No one is touching this house. Not even Cosmo's or Gaia or whatever." She huffs and turn away. A puff of steam emerges over her head, indicating she opened the pot of Gumbo.

"Well, when your the Matriarch, you can start making the rules around here."

Realizing an apology isn't coming, I groan restricting myself from wrapping my hands around her throat. Its silence between us, as there is after every altercation. Especially when the house is mentioned, cause it's always Papa's house. He passed away before I could even learn to speak his name. Mama always told us about Papa. How she met him, how he put her on her feet and built a house for her (it was told he even built the bricks holding this house up), how his devotion to his family and the love of his life lasted until death did them part.

"What makes you think I'm going to be the next Matriarch?" I ask, slipping in the kitchen chair.

"You will. It's a family tradition that you need to uphold. And you are the only girl conceived by me." She answers, this sounds almost rehearsed.

"Why don't the others take your place?" I ask, for the millionth time.

"It's only rare that a boy has ever been in place of a woman. And once a girl was brought in, he was removed immediately."

"If it's that simple then crown them and get it over with."

"Oh, do you think it's that easy"? She quizzes, slowly turning to me.

"Knowing you, probably not."

"Hyde is much more coordinated than that. If they really didn't think you were worthy, we would have known, but I always knew you were special."

Here she goes again. Hyde,, is supposedly the person that gifts the family with magic, life, and girls. It's the spirirt who thrones and dethrones us. No matter who we are. According to mom, the next Matriarch could be good or bad, Hyde has a plan for them in the end.

Along with Papa's stories, Hyde was always directed towards me because I was the only girl, excluding my half sister. Truthfully there was no way to know if Hyde was actually real. I'm not even sure if my parents have seen it. Mom would tell me tales at night of different women throughout our generation, chosen by Hyde and how I would be like them someday.

Perfect.

"Hyde doesn't give you this gift for no reason" mom reassures "they always have a plan. You can't see everything in a negative light. What if Hyde chooses Clio and you-"

I stop her at the mention of my youngest name.

"I'm not putting that responsibility on my kid" I say sternly, though It probably won't matter what I tell her "Especially if, no offense, she ends up like you. Completely dependent on Hyde's gift. IT didn't give me any when I was born, like the rest of you, and I'd like it to stay that way."

Silence once more.

"Perhaps you're afraid-"

"I'm not afraid-"

"-its okay."

"-Of this imaginary ghost."

"Sure, keep believing that. But when it happens~" she sings.

"When it happens to me, pigs will fly" I sneer, memories of that same sing song tone prodding at me.

She says nothing.

"Just let it go mom, it's just not meant to be. I'm not a child that you can hide under your wings when hail comes. However your gifts came to be, Hyde, the house, whatever, it must've skipped a generation."

She continues to stir. She sputters "but-but the family-"

"-The family doesn't know what's best for me and neither do you. I know I'm the only daughter to the Matriarch. I know I wasn't born with any gifts like my siblings. I know refusing my path makes me an ungrateful child and Hyde will handle me" I say reciting what I also heard throughout my life "But that's not my life. And I'm not defenseless."

She freezes. More silence.

"And, I mean, it's not like having voodoo is easy. It consumes you and it messes a lot of things up. This worlds order and the next."

"That's what the council is for" my mom mutters finally.

"Oh, right. The council. The same family who's just as dependent as you. Do you even remeber a time where you haven't used your gift and actually did things yourself?"

...

...

"Don't you ever think of letting go of this life? Doing things for yourself and not the family? Hyde? Papa's house? I notice how this changes you as you age. If this is the answer to our problems I wouldn't mind the sea taking this house away for a while-"

"Mama! Mama!"

"Wow, look."

I follow my kids voices and they seek for me, a glimmer of wonder and awe in there wide pupils. My 2 boys are pointing to the window in the living room. My sleeping child is now up, standing on her toes to see what her brothers are looking at.

As I begin to walk In the living room, they're rushing back to the kitchen. I take a peek and see a part of the lawn, including my rental car but the road and the neighborhood is gone. A large amount of visible debris is covering up the world around-

No.

No.

That's not debris. That's not wind.

I follow my kids. They've opened the screen door and ventured into the back yard. I race after them and stop in my tracks. The water barrier has followed us to the backyard. My kids are screaming and dancing in the sprinklers as the hurricane is trapping us in its second eye. The oceanic barrier is circling around is, refusing to touch the property. With my kids instructions I look up, the sky is dark above us like it's the dead of night, yet inside the barrier, its murky like a cloudy day.

I can't concentrate. Excitment. Curiosity. Shock. Chills.

I sigh as my daughter wobbles to me and I scoop her in my arms. I can see it now, worst hurricane in 6 years and the Crobitt house still stands. This is similar but not related to the instance when a pair of swings at the run down school across the house seemingly froze in the air a few years ago... CIA is currently investigating...

I gather my children inside, they were starting to go towards the rushing ocean and who knows what'll happen. I shut the door with a defeated sigh and sulk at the table. The beneits sit gracefully with their powder sugar and I worship it by stuffing it in my mouth.

"I told you..."

I look up. My mothers eyes are glowing that familiar bright green and she has that devious smirk on her face. She always gave me that look as a child as if she's trying to tell me something. That, or it's to prove something, which I still dont know. I dont think I ever will.

"...you're father built this house. No one is taking it from me..."

...

...

"Now, elbows off the table."

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If you like to write or be creative, perhaps you need inspiration, go check out this book! Its the best!

[zorkaya-moved]

40 . hiding / hoping not to be caught kiss . // step 3. embarrassing. idiots.

@sunshaded

Embarrassing idiots, it could be said about them going after each other for years and years since they were eight. It's been ten years since they've met and the one with ashen hair knows soon it will be the day when they've first saw each other on that destined poppy hill. Her mind races with memories as they both remain in school, finishing their exams and setting aside the last parts of their senior year, knowing already enough to just get the hell out of here. The senior fatigue is true within countless minds in the same year, she already heard Lee say she was ready to get the hell out and enjoy the vast world. Her cousin certainly was someone who would run out, but her mind always returned to Cove and what his plans would be. It made her want to ask, but hurrying the other would only cause nervousness and distress; thus, she didn't inquire anything until he'll speak to her himself.

Zarina knew where her path was going towards to promise him and her family the goods she promised since she was a child, her plans were already long prepared, ahead of her peers by years, but the fact that they were just out of high school made her frown ever so lightly. Cove's last class for the second to last week was different compared to her own, so she bid farewell to her friends and decided to wait for her boyfriend to come out. It was natural as she'd wait for him patiently with a book in her hands, leaning against a tree and standing in the shade. The moment she hears her name was called, she looks up to see her sweetheart approach with the same smile. Already, people behind smirk at that and start to whisper, but she cares not for their petty gossip as they've been dating for a couple of years now.

" Cove, " she closes her book and approaches him, seeing him open his arms for a hug and she hugs him back and nuzzles into the junction between his shoulder and neck, smiling softly and breathing in his scent. As always, he's akin to the beach, her sweetest beach bum who embodies the beauty of the Sunset Bird's beaches and their calmness. Zarina breathes out as she feels all of her tension leave her body. The inquiry if she's ok follows and she can only nod before letting go and stepping back, giving him the warmest smile anyone had ever had the chance to witness besides Holden himself. It's only reserved for him and him alone, to others who don't know her, she's a far more intimidating person. " I missed you, that's all. I needed my recharge. " The woman chuckles as she puts her book in the bag she's been wearing over her shoulder before extending her hand to Cove for him to take.

Hand holding feels natural by now and feeling his warmth only continues to make her feel happier, but there is a moment of hesitation when she squeezes his hand. They're almost done with high school. They would have more exams and their schedule will be different because of how exams would go on and she wants to make some more memories with him before they'll set their foot out of this place. As much as she cannot wait to be an adult, Zarina doesn't want to rush her time with Cove and so, she tugs him away from where all the students are going. At the inquisitory look, the maiden smiles at him apologetically:

" I forgot something in the English class. Can you go with me? " She gives her best puppy eyes, puffing her lips just a bit more to add another charming point to her already pretty appearance (days of learning makeup and skincare routine pay off!). Well, she didn't forget anything. She never forgets anything, it could be a signal to him that something's not right but she already tugs him to go with her back to school once the majority of people passes by.

They won't take long, she thinks, but the thought of her mischievous plans make her smirk inside as they go up the stairs to the second floor, straight towards the English class. Only when they enter the classroom does Zarina step forward, but not before letting Cove enter the empty classroom himself. The impish gleam in her eyes are everything that he needs to know. " Sorry, you knew I was lying, didn't you? I didn't want to go home yet. It's the weekend now, but... It's going to be our last week here next time and... "

Zarina hides her hands behind her back as she approaches the window to look outside, passing Cove for a moment as she remembers how they first went to this school together. It was exciting, it was so fun to be in the same classes as him. It was so fun competing and playing in Hang Man together, it was so fun having lunches together but her mind already knows this is the last week they can actually do this without then being in the strange place of becoming older, going to college or working. As she looks back at Cove, her lips curl into another smile as she steps forward to take his hands in her own, bringing his palms up to let him cup her face. Delighted, she giggles from the warmth it sends into her cheeks.

" Ten years. How crazy is that? " Her gaze softens as she looks at him, smiling. " I cannot imagine a life without you in it, Cove. This school, too, I cannot imagine how it would've gone if not for you. " Her words are a mere whisper at the end as her gaze travels to his lips and then back up. " Can you kiss me? "

She can drown in those beautiful aquamarine eyes, she can bring any star for him to hold in his hands like that firefly she caught for him all those years ago. And when she can see that same familiar blush, be it because of the lighting or because he actually is shy, her heart soars into the seventh sky. Zarina closes her eyes when they kiss, it's sweet and tender, but it's all interrupted when they hear the footsteps of someone outside. She can hear several students going down the hall and she drags cove to the door but instead of opening it to get out, she makes him sit down, pressing his back against the wooden door so no one would be able to see them if they pass by.

Her giggle is soft and her playfulness is playing all across her feminine matured features compared to how she was five or ten years ago. Golden gaze shines as she can hear the students approach the classroom, speaking in-between that maybe what they've lost was in the English classroom and she can see the nervousness of her beloved, which causes her to get his attention on her instead of the girls walking around. Without a moment of hesitation, she claims his lips with hers, locking any sounds from escaping as she kisses him right when the people are passing by. Excitement and the adrenaline over the possibility of being caught while they're hiding is making her heart race and she can see the wild blush on his face and the way Cove widely opens his eyes, but it's beautiful and she smiles through the kiss, holding onto it until the people pass by, speaking that there's nothing in the classroom.

Before saying anything, Zarina taps her index finger against Cove's lips to prevent him from speaking first and voicing his shock over her... well, bold kiss, and what if they were caught.

" One last memory for us here. Almost getting caught making out in a classroom. Some rom-com scenario, isn't it? Pfft. Sorry, I couldn't help it. I thought you're going to give us away, " her chuckles follow as she brings her hand to cover her mouth to stifle her giggles and her laughs, looking at him with nothing but adoration. When she lowers her hand down, Zarina speaks up. " Wanna try again? We can catch the next bus. You and I, without anyone we know. "

Would Cove accept this invitation?

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter Three: If We Have Each Other.

~When the world's not perfect When the world's not kind If we have each other then we'll both be fine. I will be your brother and I'll hold your hand. You should know I'll be there for you. I will always be there for you~

"Dude, we are in some serious jelly," I proclaimed as I paced around the small perimeter of the tree house.

"And that jam!" Isaac added from where he remained sitting at the table.

"Tight spot."

"Indeed!"

"Up a tree!" I supplied.

"Lost in the grass!" He offered. I swung around, shaking my finger at him.

"I'll tell ya what's grass, our- AAH FRACKLES!"  I had stepped on a stray nail in one of the floorboards. Hobbling my way back into my chair, I thunked my head against the table.

"But look at the bright side." Isaac leaned back in his chair. "Seeing as how our grand-theft-hairbrush is going viral and all, there is still a chance that me flipping the camera off could become a meme!" He pointed out. Slowly, I raised my head to stare at him.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Consider it, Marty! All it took was five years being dead and now I'm finally fulfilling my life-long dream! If I'd known it was this easy, I would have killed myself a long time ago and spared me all that drama and emotional damage," Isaac smirked. I shook my head, my gaze drifted back to the Vader figure and snow globe sitting side-by-side on the shelf.

"Please don't talk like that Isaac," I sighed. Isaac's face fell.

"Sorry, I-I wasn't thinking," He apologized. I nodded.

"It's okay." It wasn't, but what more could be said when you didn't want to speak?

"Hey," Isaac spoke softly, ducking his head to get me to look at him, "Even if things go sour, I'm gonna be here for you. Just like I promised. Through thick and thin, remember?"

"Through thick and thin."

Smiling weakly, I repeated our life long mantra. I took a deep breath and focused back in on the problem.

"Alright, man. We gotta figure out a game plan. That video is gonna bring every hunter and their mom up here to ice our, or my, gluteus maximus. And if they know about the minimart then they know about the hospital. So, what's our play?"

"Well, I say you use your Sweet-Talkin' thing and talk any o'those alcoholic weirdos out of it," Isaac suggested. I shook my head.

"Isaac, you know how much I hate doing that."

Although it was a tempting idea, that wasn't something I wanted to mess with. If you start playing with the dark things, the dark things start playing with you. That wasn't a concept I liked, but Isaac would never understand that.

"I'm just saying it’s an option! And an easy one at that," Isaac pushed. I glared at him.

"I'm not doing that."

"It might come to it, Marty. I'm just saying as a plan C it-"

"The answer is no! Moving on." My tone killed and buried the subject. Isaac raised his hands in surrender.

"Fine. But misinformation is still our strongest tool. We should use it. Tell anybody who asks that it was all done on a computer," He conceded.

"Alright, that's plan A. What's plan B?"  Isaac's face twisted in thought. I let him do any and all planning when it came to telling a lie because he was so much better at making it convincing than I was. Isaac was the king of spouting believable bull crap. In fact, he would have made and excellent demon. That guy could probably get an angel to sell its soul for a box of holy doughnuts. When the idea hit Isaac's brain, I could almost see a light bulb light up above his head. He leaned forward, exited.

"Okay, I got it. We make up some BS story about a gay black dude who got chopped up by the ferry or something and the hospital wouldn't help him because all the doctors were racist homophobes, and it was the 50's." He nodded at me very seriously. Like I said, Isaac was king.

"That's is the worst, most ridiculous and stupid story I have ever heard," I told him. Isaac's nodding grew more excited. "It's perfect. They'll buy every word. Just one thing though, what about the mini-mart?" I pointed out.

Isaac opened his mouth before closing it again. Then he opened it. Then he closed it. Open. Closed. Open. Closed. This happened several more times before he finally came up with something good.

"So, our gay black guy was also a nice hobo dude and after he died he started stealing crap to give to his hobo buddies." Isaac gave me a thumbs up. I nodded.

"Okay, sounds good, sounds good. How do we explain me?" I splayed my hands. Isaac huffed and rolled his eyes, leaning back again and tucking his hands behind his head.

"Well, that’s easy. The camera never even caught a glimpse of your face, so you're his anonymous theft buddy slash item distributer!" He explained. I grinned at my fantastic phantasmal co-conspirator.

"Excellent, and of course nobody knows who the thief is. Especially not, innocent little me!" I chuckled at his brilliance.

"Exactly!" Isaac smirked.

"It's perfect! Except one last thing. We're gonna need some eyes and ears in on this. Someone to alert us when someone fishy comes lurking about," I said. Isaac nodded seriously.

"You're right. But who can we trust around here?" He asked. I could feel the smile split across my face.

"I can think of only one man for this job. A man as trustworthy as he is slimy. A man scrubbed clean by his own filth. A man so wonderful, words do him no justice!" I declared dramatically. Isaac was confused for a moment before realization dawned. His face fell.

"Please tell me you're not thinking what I think you're thinking."

"I think I am." I grinned. Isaac just sighed.

"Marty, no."

"Marty, yes!"

- 45 minutes later-

"Yo! Danny, my man! How's life?" I called out. Dan-the-Dope-Man looked up from...whatever it was he was doing outside Copper Harbor's one and only pharmacy. The pharmacy which he, in fact, owned. Honestly, I didn't want to know exactly what he had been doing behind the pile of cardboard boxes that were stacked up against the moldy brick. I figured it was better if I didn't. Dan smiled a grin that was missing two teeth.

"Marty! My worst customer and only friend! Life's good!" He greeted me, kicking a few of the boxes over to hide whatever suspicious activity it was that he had been up to. He winked and walked over to me, pushing his absolutely disgusting blond hair out of his face. "But, you know, business is betta'," He concluded.

I could never tell how tall Dan was, in this form especially. See, Dan-the-Dope-Man was a shapeshifter, though of course, no one else in the town knew that. That's how he was the owner of the pharmacy as well as a drug dealer. His other form, Jonathan De’ Santos, was the tall, 40-year-old, honest-looking Hawaiian man that ran the pharmacy. In this form, however, Dan was a somewhere-in-the-upper-five-foot-range Caucasian guy from Brooklyn with a thing against bathing. He said that the grungy, sewer-rat look was better for his side business. I wasn't sure how much of that I bought, but then again, who's gonna buy drugs from the guy who's supposed to make sure you don't destroy yourself with them.

"I bet it is!" I said, taking a step back when he reached me because, like I said, the guy had a thing against hygiene.

"This is a terrible, terrible idea," Isaac muttered, leaning on the wall to my left. I couldn't reply to him because although Dan knew what I was he didn't know about Isaac. So all I could do was give him a rude gesture behind my back. He saw it and stuck his tongue out at me.

"What can I do fo' ya, Marty?" Dan always pronounced my name as 'Mawty' at least in this form as it had a Brooklyn accent.

"Well, o' Danny boy, I have some rather bad news to deliver," I continued, "There might be some hunters coming to town soon."

Dan frowned; his eyes narrowed at me as he folded his arms over his chest.

"Well, that ain't good. Whatt'id ya do, Marty?" He asked. Sometimes Dan could be like my older brother, even if he didn't realize it.

"Woah, woah, woah! Who said I did anything?!" I defended. Dan just raised an eyebrow.

"You're always showin' off and ya know it," He said simply.

"He's right, you know," Isaac interjected. I wished I could tell him to shut his eidolic cake hole. It wouldn't have made much of a difference if I could, as he would still have continued talking, but the principle remained the same. Isaac was annoying. He needed to shut his mouth now and again. But I couldn't say that right now because he was a flipping ghost and ghosts are invisible. Mostly.

Ignoring Isaac, I opened my mouth to try to argue with Dan but quickly closed it again when found that I couldn't, because he was absolutely right. Now, I couldn’t admit that to him because Isaac was right here and that would be saying that he was right about something, and that was a thing I would never hear the end of.

"In regards," I started again.

"You'd just say 'regardless'," Isaac chimed in. I had to physically bite my tongue to keep from screaming at him to shut up.

"Regardless," I corrected. Isaac chuckled. I really needed to get myself some iron gauntlets or something so I could give his apparitional arse an involuntary appendectomy. Or just an iron ring so I could punch him in the face.

"Regardless, it wasn't me. This time. It was some attention seeking moron with a computer. That combined with my little hospital trips and you get something fishy looking." I finally managed to finish my sentence without Isaac chiming in.

"Well then ya betta' keep ya head down, Marty. I don' wan' ya gettin hurt." A dark look crossed over Dan's usually upbeat face. "Or worse," He finished.

"I know Danny, which is why I need you to do something for me," I said. Isaac sighed and face palmed but I ignored it.

"What?" Dan asked.

"I need you to watch out for any newcomers asking weird questions. I've got a plan if any hunters get too close to us, I just need to know who and where they are," I told him.

See, the pharmacy, the mini-mart, the bar, and the barber shop all sat across from each other at a four way intersection. Thus, Dan would have an excellent view of any hunter's first two targets. The origin of the supernatural activity, in this case the mini-mart, and the bar. He would be the perfect spy. Dan looked at me strangely.

"Say, Marty, you ain't plannin' on gankin' any a' dose' suckas' now are ya?" He asked, caution evident in his voice. I sighed, shaking my head internally. This was just another downside of being what I was. Everybody thinks you're a murderer. Though I knew I was far from innocent, I had never killed anyone. At least, anyone who didn't deserve it.

"Come on, Danny. In all the time you've known me, have I ever, er, ganked anyone?" I asked him, spreading my hands as if to catch the obvious answer.

"Well, no. But people can change," Dan pointed out. I rolled my eyes.

"Dan, I'm not gonna kill anyone. There, ya happy?" I said, only mildly aggravated. Isaac decided it was time to speak up again.

"You may not. But I will. If it comes to that. I won't let anybody hurt you, Marty. Not again. Not when I can do something about it."

I knew he was saying this now so I wouldn't be able to argue with him. Then I would forget and if he did kill someone Isaac would say he'd said he would. I ground my teeth together and reminded myself that it wasn't going to come to that. I wouldn't let it.

Meanwhile, Dan thought about what I'd spoken aloud.

"Yeah okay, but if anybody comes sniffin' I'm skippin', kay?" He agreed. I nodded.

"Okay, take care of yourself, Danny."

"You too, Marty." I smiled at him and began to walk away. Isaac pushed himself off the wall and trudged behind me, complaining loudly.

"Make sure you take care of yourself too, Issac! I'd hate myself if anything happened to you, Isaac! I wouldn't be able to survive without you, Isaac! Thanks Marty, your friendship means everything to me!" He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Ugh! Why do I even bother?"

I smirked giving him the sign for 'I love you' behind my back.

"Aw shut up!"

But I knew he was smiling.

~So, I'm thankful for my sister even though sometimes we fight When high school wasn't easy, she's the reason I survived. I know she'd never leave me and I hate to see her cry. I just wanna tell her that I'm always by her side. I just wanna tell her that...

The worlds not perfect, but it’s not that bad. If we've got each other and that’s all we have I will be your brother and I'll hold your hand You should know I'll be there for you When the world's not perfect When the world's not kind If we have each other then we'll both be fine I will be your brother and I'll hold your hand You should know I'll be there for you.

I will always be there for you.~

Lyrics from: If We Have Each Other by Alec Benjamin

[shra-vasti]

MAKES ME WONDER [1/40] The Concert

→ Synopsis : Your dream to attend a Seventeen concert was finally coming true but you weren't prepared for the events that were going to follow after Joshua made eye contact with you and chose to make you his partner for the mini game and take you out on a date as a winning prize.

→ Genre : fluff

→ Type : Idol x fan au

→ Word count : 1.4k

→ Taglist : @mngyuheart @vannie24 @uglyratlmao (let me know of you want to be added to the taglist)

→ Pairing : idol!Joshua x fan!reader

→ Main Seventeen Masterlist

→ Makes Me Wonder Masterlist

You sat in front of your laptop, anxiously waiting for pledis to open up the site to buy Seventeen's concert ticket, you weren't sure if you would get a chance since they have been getting more and more popular with their career, your friend Miu was seated beside you with the same anxious expression. 

"You think we would be able to snatch the tickets before it gets sold out?"

Your eyes were trained on the time that was showing at the corner of your laptop, you had tried to go to their concert before too but the first time you did, you were 2 minutes late and the other time the site crashed, you weren't going to give up this time around since they were going to be at your city and you've been staring at the opened site from the last one hour, you were sure you would get it this time. 

"I swear to God I'll go feral if I don't get it this time, I just have one damn wish to see them live at least once in my whole lifetime, it shouldn't be that hard."

Your friend just giggled at your anxious state even though she felt the same but you had been waiting for this time way before she did and she understood how you felt. 

The notification for the tickets to be ready to sell popped up and you immediately started the process of buying two seats in the front row although you knew it would be hard to get. 

You had been practicing how to buy the ticket fastest ever since you lost the chance due to your naivety and less experience in the said field but you had spent the last couple of days watching how to buy tickets fast and you were hoping that your finger would work magic this time around.

You had Miu's laptop opened in case you couldn't do it with your own but you were hoping you wouldn't reach that stage, you were hoping for the front seats but you wouldn't mind getting anywhere at this point. 

Your heart was beating loudly and your hands were shaking due to nervousness, Miu leaned closer to the laptop screen yelling incoherent words which went above your head and you gave your card details ending the process. 

You looked towards Miu and then back at the screen multiple times yelling in victory once you got the notification that you got your tickets. 

"WE DID IT." 

You crawled on the floor as if all the strength had left your body and you and Miu stayed there for what seemed like eternity, wide grins plastered on both of your faces, you finally got a ticket for Seventeen's concert. 

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"Miu, get ready fast, you don't wanna be late for the concert, I'm literally going to pass out if you don't hurry up, I'm getting dizzy." 

You hurriedly put your earrings on, taking a run towards your shoes, you wanted to wear as comfortable clothes as possible, you knew the arena had seats for the audience but you wanted to wear something which was well planned but comfortable, it wasn't like any of the boys would notice your presence to over dress yourself and feel uncomfortable all throughout the concert, you wanted to enjoy it as much as possible, it was once in a life chance. 

"I'm ready, let's go, I booked the cab and it's waiting outside."

You locked your apartment, making a run towards the cab and getting seated. Your throat felt dry and you were sure you would cry due to being overwhelmed. 

You had followed the boys ever since their debut days but since you were also young your parents didn't allow you to go to the concert but now that you were finally going to see them, you were about to piss your pants. 

You heard they would be in your city for almost two weeks before finally going to another city and you were glad they would spend the next two weeks relaxing along with practicing for the next concert. 

The next few hours were a blur to you as you found yourself seated in your assigned seat in the front row, it was a bit to the left of the center but front row nonetheless. 

"We're going to get noticed by them, I hope we do." 

Miu yelled since the screams of the other carats were too loud, you were massaging your elbow since someone knocked you sideways and you collided with the wall due to the impact. 

Carats can be wild when they want, the journey from the gates till the seats were one hell of a ride, you don't even know which of your body parts was hurt at this point. 

"Just be glad we were able to attend the concert and were lucky enough to get the front row, it's still the dream of many carats, although it would be nice to get noticed by them, let's not make our hopes high." 

You dismissed her from talking any further, you wanted to save your yelling for the fanchants. The large screen started showing the music videos of the boys from debut till the recent one and you were shocked to see everyone chanting the fanchant even at the music videos, you followed soon jumping and yelling at the same time and dancing the choreography you've learnt by heart. 

The countdown began and the cheers got louder and louder as the boys made their grand entrance with Clap blasting all throughout the arena. 

"ARE YOU READY?" 

You could feel your eyes water and tears escaped your eyes as you took in their sites clad in king like outfits with red sash, it was a dream come true, you eyes scanned each other the boys as they performed their first song.

"Bro, is this even real?" 

You shook your head not feeling it in your system to even utter a single word as you kept on cheering for the boys with a bongbong in your hand. Every single one of them looked so good you weren't sure if they were real at this point. 

"Say the name, Seventeen." 

The boys greeted as everyone vowed down and did their individual greetings.

"HOW ARE YOU FEELING CARATS?" 

Everyone screamed as Vernon started talking, making the others laugh because he couldn't continue. 

"Okay we know you're excited but please calm down." 

The crowd comparatively calmed down as the members continued interacting with carats. 

Every carat beside you kept on cheering and screaming their name but all you could do was stare at them in complete awe, so much for practicing to do fanchants when you weren't even able to open your mouth even when they were just talking with each other. 

You calmed your nerves, a foolish smile on your face as they introduced their next song to be a vocal unit song 'Second life'. You smiled when you realized that your favorite song was up next and you cheered loudly when the boys came on the stage, dressed differently. 

You nodded your head along with the bongbong in your hand as you looked at whichever member near to you, getting lost at how beautiful they sounded live. 

The crowd cheered loudly again and you looked at Miu in confusion. 

"They are carrying roses in their hands, maybe they'll give it to some of the carats." 

Your eyes widened in shock as you took a look at the members holding single roses in their hand and disperse among the wide stage. 

From where you were seated, you could clearly see Joshua and Jihoon walking towards the left of the center, where you were seated. The carats near you screamed as you just watched them, Jihoon stopped midway where as Joshua stopped right where you were. 

The cheers got more loud from your side when Joshua looked down, his eyes making a contact with yours, a gentle smile adorning his face as he waved at you. 

He squats down when you didn't move from your seat, you could still hear other's deafening screams but you weren't sure what was happening. 

He outstretched his hands towards you motioning you to take the rose in his hands. 

You just sat there looking at him shocked, the bongbong in your hand was on your lap, you couldn't even react as Miu and others yelled how lucky you were to get noticed by him. 

You slowly stood up and Miu pushed you towards his direction as you shakingly reached your hands and took the flower from his hand, your hand brushed his during the process and you were sure seeing the stars.  

He put the mic back and sang his lines. 

"We’re already beautiful, I like it because it’s us, no words are necessary, the gaze, the touch."

He got up as he sang, eyes never leaving yours and you were sure your face was as red as tomato. 

"What just happened?" 

[danceing-spelled-wrong]

Made a Grumpus OC

They're just one of few of them..not sure if I'll draw any of them, I drew them because..I'm bored

I have a grumpsona in mind..but I'm not finish with it's design

I guess I'll explain them

Amly Ductforce(I'm bad at names) came to Snaktooth island because they were bored and needed a vacation from their "job"

He's gender-fluid and doesn't mind people getting his pronouns wrong when he doesn't feel that gender, but some just call him a "They" and that's fine by him

One thing that she's really good at, is lying and stealing. When she came to Snaktooth Island, she started her hobby right away and stole some things from Wambus which got him pretty upset

He gives everyone nicknames despite not liking anyone besides Cromdo

She likes order yet enjoys chaos, sometimes, she would plant random objects that belong to the residents in each other's huts to start up something

When the town split, he went to the Boiling Bay due to the nice warm yet cold feel to it and because she wanted to steal stuff from Floofty

They're probably in their late 40s early 50s

Her and Cromdo get along for the most part as long as she doesn't steal anything from him

In their hut, they have a lot of stolen objects, most from Wambus

Their hut is beside Liz and Egg's hut but is to the right of the beach

If he was in the game, then you'd meet them the same time you meet Floofty

She doesn't like Lizbert because she always calls her out on the stuff she steals, same for Beffica

Due to his hatred to Lizbert, he shares the same hatred towards Eggabell but doesn't go out his way to steal from her, seeing her as too fragile

He's scared of Chandlo(because he would snap her like a twig), Shelda(because she acts like a cult leader), and Gramble(because he's too nice)

If they get caught stealing, they lie about it and theres a 90% chance it'll work due to their confident sounding voice and being a bit manipulative

Dialogue in game:

What everyone thinks of them

Filbo:

"Oh..them? They're..ok, as long as they don't cause any trouble.."

Wambus:

"...."

Beffica:

"She's just a thief, no wonder her and Cromdo work so well together, they're nothing but squeebs."

Gramble:

"I never spoke to him before..but..I don't think he likes me very much.."

Wiggle:

"She stole my banjo and said she wanted to play a song, but then she threw it off a cliff! I'm so glad I have fast reflexives."

Snorpy:

"All they do is steal stuff! Then lie about stealing that stuff! I haven't gotten my inventions back in 3 months!"

Cromdo:

"Ah..that grump is something all right..greatest business partner ever, she and I are gonna rule the money world!"

Triffany:

"Oh..Amly? I don't come in contact with her often but Wamby doesn't like her."

Chandlo:

"After they stole my balls AND Snorpy's inventions, I promised to never speak to them for the rest of my life bro!"

Floofty:

"I don't appreciate them stealing my leg or my notes. If given the chance, I would experiment on them."

Shelda:

"Do not speak of thy name who gladly would turn his back on us if given the chance!"

Cemi:

"Nope. I don't like her at all..she's not that attractive..and she hangs with Cromdo."

Charlia:

"I really don't like it when she tries to remove my arm..it hurts my feelings.."

Being asked about Floofty:

"I like stealing their stuff but if I offered to help them, I think they'll kill me."

Meeting them:

"Woah..a new face! I haven't seen anyone new around here in..grumping forever!"

"Who are ya and why are you talking to me?"

*explains*

"Oh! You're that amateur journalist Lizzie was talking about! I thought you were never coming, isn't this grand? New faces! New people! New stuff to..borrow!"

"I'm Amly Dustforce, the ruler of Snaktooth island!"

Will you come back to town?

"Wait..town? No way..if Cromy's not there, then I'm not going!"

"Also, I'm a little parched, can ya get me a Sqaquiri? I'd drink those things, everyday of the week, maybe we can..cut a deal, how's that sound doll?"

*Caught Sqaquiri*

"Now THAT was a refreshing beveridge, thanks doll!"

"So, ya want me to come back to town? Well, I might need some convincing, I want ya to find out what that Filbo kid does when nobody's lookin, I could use it for..things."

*You find out what Filbo does*

"HA! Are you serious?! Oh jezz, and I thought he couldn't be more of a squeeb! HAHA! Goodness..that's a laugh I needed..ha!"

"Good to know theres some things to see in town, but I'm more interested in WHAT is in town."

"For ya final task, I want ya to steal Beffica's diary..then rip out some pages that are interesting, and give them to me. Easy."

*You grab the pages*

"Sweet! Good job my messenger grump!"

"*sigh*, I think I'm ready to go to town..but..first I want you to get Cromy in town."

But you said that was the final task

"I lied."

"Get Cromy in town and I'll follow right behind, deal?"

*Cromdo is in town*

"Wow! That was..slow but it'll do!"

"Thanks doll, looking forward to chatting with ya! Farewell!"

Interview:

Have time for an interview?

"Interview? That sounds fun! I'm in."

Who are you?

"Amly Ductforce, it's pronounced Aim-ly. Strange. I know."

Why come to Snaktooth Island?

"I heard of Lizzie's stupid conspiracy on TV, I was about to change the channel when I heard there was an island involved, and I just so happened to be looking for a place to host my vacation. So I packed up and lied about being interested in her expedition."

Vacation from what?

"My life. My job. My family. Everything basically."

Thoughts on Bugsnax?

"I guess they're ok, the names could be better..but some taste pretty good. Note, keep away from the Aggroll."

Why?

"Because those things will break some bones and the flavor isn't even worth it! Also because it's named after someone I'm not found of."

Why did you leave town?

"I could handle the drama between Wamby and Gram, but once Cromy left, I had no reason to stay. I wanted to follow him, but I decided to live near the beach instead, so yeah."

What do you think about Cromdo?

"Me and him have a pretty decent relationship, I give him what he wants and he takes the fall for me. Simple business."

Are you planning on betraying him?

"No way, he's cool, I don't consider him a friend, but he's still great to work with."

Any info on Lizbert?

"Liz..I grumping hate her! She keeps saying I stole stuff from her, I would never do such a thing! If she didn't have that little obstacle beside her, I would burn her hut down!"

Woah, calm down. Who's this obstacle?

"I am calm..just speaking out my mind. And I'm talking about Eggabell. The doctor? Lizzie's girlfriend? Eggy bell? Yeah. She and her are like..two papers in a file. Theres nothing you can do to separate those two."

What happened to Lizbert?

"If we're being honest, I'm not sure."

Are you lying?

"Heh. For once in my life, no. I really don't know what happened to Lizzie, she went up that mountain and didn't come back."

How do you know she went up the mountain?

"I saw her."

Why didn't you tell anyone?

"I did. Nobody besides Cromy believed me, guess that's the price being the best liar in the world."

That'll be it. Thank you

"No problem doll, that was pretty fun! Here, have this!"

*stolen piece of journal paper*

"Found it while cleaning Lizzie's hurt, it might help ya in someway. Any who, I gotta run, farewell!"

Side Quests:

"Heya doll, you won't believe what I discovered! It'll help ya find Liz!"

What?

"First..get me a Poptick..it's very important."

Why?

"Trust me! It's super super SUPER important!

Sure, I guess

"Caramel please."

*Got the Poptick*

"Perfect..now..I need a Snaquiri.."

Are you going to tell me why?

"Nope. Make it quick! I have a feeling my brain's about to forget everyone!"

*Got the Snaquiri*

"Good..now..I need a Cheery, that'll be all to finish this!"

I have a feeling you're lying

"I'm hurt."

Fine.

"Hurry up! I'm losing my life force!"

*Got the Cheery*

"Alright..now-"

*silence*

What?

"That's it. I was just hungry."

Why did you say it was important

"There was no way you'd do it if I asked, so I just..slightly lied."

Slightly?!

"Calm down doll! Everything fine! Nobody got hurt.."

You have a lying problem

"I know..but I can't do anything about it, it's the only thing I got."

"When you're a liar, nobody wants to be around you, nobody likes you..and nobody will trust you."

"Ever since birth, I lied, stole, and broke so many things, nobody wants anything to do with me. I had no friend and my family kept saying I was a bad person..so I don't talk to them anymore."

"Lying is all I got left doll and if I stop, I got nothing. So I'm not stopping anytime soon, so deal with it."

"Thanks for the food..farewell."

Welcome back message:

"Oh..you're..back."

"Heya Wamby, didn't know you'd be back either! How sweet! The gangs coming back!"

"Amly, if you go near my farm-"

"What? Me? Go near your farm? No way! I would never!"

"Don't think that everyone things you're a saint! Only Cromdo thinks that!"

"I don't think I am one, but it's nice knowing you think so!"

"Just stay away from my farm."

"Deal. Happy catching up with you!"

Major Celebration Dialogue:

"You know, Cromby..maybe we should take a break from our business, we're making a few people upset by it."

"Agreed. What should we do to be occupied til then?"

"Hm..maybe we could sell Bugsnax? I could..borrow that trap the journalist uses."

"Yeah..yeah I like that idea!"

"It's settled! Cromy and Amly's marketing lives on!"

"We need a better name."

"Yeah.."

*approaching him*

"Heya doll, how's the party?"

*asked to dance*

"Sorry, but I'm working. Maybe when we sell out."

*sold out*

"Wow! That was quick, how's about a dance Cromy?"

"You bet! Meet you on the dance floor!"

Reaction to partner(I guess..he paired with Cromdo and Beff):

Cromdo: "Grumping..NO!"

Beffica: "Wait..no..what..what's going on?!"

Dying message:

"I'm nothing but a liar..a cold..worthless liar. I hurt so many people..no wonder I have no friends..at least I got bugsnax.."

Final message(Good ending):

"What the ever grump was all that?! Why..did...oh zonk who cares?We're alive! Ha ha! Amly lives to see a new day!

You know..after all of this..I think I'll finally turn over that new leaf..I'll quit my job..and start fresh in the country. I should also apologize to everyone I hurt, so..sorry doll, I stole your pen...

Geez that took a lot out of me! Ah! This'll be hard!

But..it feels..kinda nice..guess I shouldn't wait around..farewell, til we cross paths again, doll."

Final message(Bad ending)

"What..the grump? Cromdo..he's..gone. This..makes me..realize..our lives are so..fragile, I..shouldn't waste it..

Oh Cromdo..if I known that..I would have put myself in your place

At least..maybe we could be together..again

Business partners forever...ha.."

I over complicate everything