#just made myself a dark chocolate mocha w vanilla

[koa-z]

btw u can just make urself a mocha by pouring hot chocolate into a filter full of ur preferred ground coffee

it does have to be w/ water tho bc I think once you get the milk to the right temperature (it will be sweeter if you heat it a certain amount) it gets too dummy thicc for the filter and nothing will go thru

[concreteburialplot]

Cool About It // 01

01 - Breaking & Entering

pairing: noah sebastian x fem!oc

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 6.3k

summary; Noah runs into an old friend while visiting his hometown for the holidays. Noah convinces Amelia to meet him on the playground they grew up on to catch up. Reminiscing leads them to a midnight adventure that reminds them all too much of the past.

warnings; alcohol consumption, breaking & entering? stealing? kinda?, hallmark-y, nostalgic, talks of family trauma, cops (acab!), vaguely sad & distraught Noah, uses 'Sebastian' as his last name, 18+ MDNI

disclaimer; welcome to my new short series! reminder that this is hallmark-y bc i began writing it in December lol i decided to challenge myself w this fic in multiple ways, one of the biggest ones was writing it in 3rd person vs my comfy world of 1st or 2nd person. I’ve never written in 3rd person so, if it’s not my best, i apologize, i’m sure it will improve lol

a/n: this is au and follows no actual timelines/events, and uses oc's for family members.

don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

It had been quite a busy morning, and Amelia was slowly making her way through the longest line she’d had in a while. She finished heating up a cinnamon roll and snapped a lid on what felt like the 75th peppermint mocha she’d made that day.

“Thanks.” Mumbled the distracted patron and stepped off to the side to grab extra napkins.

“Next.” She said while shuffling dollar bills into the clangy register, then looked up motioning to the last customer. Her hazel eyes landed on a man covered in tattoos pre-occupied on his phone. “Next!” Her call was louder than before and this time edged with impatient annoyance.

A familiar pair of dark brown eyes snapped up at her, his gaze more startled than angry.

Amelia’s brows furrowed together and as if on cue, the register dinged closed in time with her realization.

She’d recognize those eyes anywhere.

“Noah?”

The soft velvet of her voice yanked each edge of Noah’s mouth into a wide toothy smile. “Scout?” He asked in the same caught-off-guard tone. His voice was much deeper than she remembered, and he seemed taller, if that was even possible.

She chuckled at the fact that he used his old nickname for her and felt a tinge of warmth bloom on her cheeks. The ends of her pink lips curled up into an adorably genuine smile. “What are you doing here?” She pressed her palms flat against the cold counter leaning forward and letting soft chocolate curls spill over her shoulder.

“Oh, uh, I’m here with Nicholas.” He thumbed over his shoulder towards the town. “He’s here visiting his family, I just tagged along.”

Tagged along.

She should’ve known, of course Noah would be down here with Nick’s family for Christmas. Where else would he be?

“Oh,” She smiled tenderly at his words and nodded. “Of course.”

Every now and then she’d run into Nicholas whenever he came back to town or ran into his parents while out and about, but it was never anything of significance. Whenever it was Nicholas, she wanted more than anything to inquire about Noah or the band but always kept the interactions short, sweet and reserved. The last thing she wanted was to come off as wanting to “catch up” after they gained a larger audience for clout.

He grinned back at her and there was a quiet moment shared between them, as if they both didn’t know what to say. The feeling in the air swung from having nothing to say to having so many words that it was overwhelming to speak.

The gentle moment was broken by the bell dinging above the door as a new customer walked in.

Her first impulse was to make his usual but stopped herself. “Oh um, whatcha want?” She asked, realizing that his tastes had probably changed since he was 16.

“Just a vanilla cold brew is fine, thank you.” He said with a tight-lipped smile, feeling awkward that she was serving him.

She went ahead and filled his cup with the dark amber liquid. “Do you want a snickerdoodle cookie? They’re freshly baked.”

He nods enthusiastically, “Yes please, they’re my favorite.”

She remembered.

Of course, she did.

How could one forget staying up til 2 am at Nick’s house baking cookies and having Top Chef-level trials trying to achieve the perfect spice mixture for what Noah called, “The Most Snick-of-Doodles that could ever Doodle.”

“You got it.” She smiled placing some pastries into a brown paper bag before handing it to him. “I threw in a cinnamon roll for Nicholas, I made sure to give him the one with the most icing.”

“Oh, he’ll love that.” He chuckled gently taking the bag along with his drink. “We should um, catch up soon?”

“Sure.” She pressed her lips together to keep her grin from growing too wide.

Cold fallen leaves crunched beneath Amelia’s feet as she navigated through a park that she hadn’t stepped foot on in a good ten years. A cool chill made her tug her thick knit cardigan tight around her thin frame.

“Noah?” She delicately whisper-yelled into the darkness, the meet-up destination barely lit by the full ivory moon. She should’ve known that Noah wouldn’t be content with catching up at a restaurant or at her house or anywhere normal.

“Scout!” He replied from the swings a bit to her left. A chuckle left his lips, and he quickly clicked the flashlight on his phone, waving it in the air like a search light.

A deep shade of embarrassment coated her pale cheeks, “There’s no streetlights over here!” She walked over and lightly smacked his arm. “It’s dangerous you know.” The weight of her body creaked the metal frame when she fell into the blue swing seat.

“Or you’re just getting old and need glasses.” He teased with a slight slur riding the end of his words.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” She responded with a playful glare.

She looked over at him thinking how funny it was seeing him so large and full grown in such a tiny, low swing. It looked extremely disproportionate and goofy, like a Great Dane in a shopping cart.

He handed her a bottle of cheap red wine, half drank already.

“Oh, got started without me huh?” She sassed before stealing the bottle from his fingers. “Couldn’t have done beer?” She tips the glass bottle until bitter, dry alcohol infiltrates every tastebud, reminding her why she’d switched to martinis or seltzers in her later years.

He waved her off with a tsk, “Too much hassle. Wine was easier. And you took fuckin’ forever!”

“Right.” She rolled her eyes playfully, it wasn’t like she was all that upset over the wine over beer, just that he drank so much of it already. She pressed the mouth of the bottle to her lips once more taking another hefty swig and handed it back to him. “Where’s Nick?”

“Ah,” He swiped the bottle back and took a long gulp. “You know, family stuff.” He wiped the back of hand across his mouth. “I can only handle – so much of it.” His hands motion off his words. “They mean well I just… can’t do too much of it at once.”

Growing up with parents that were as dismissive and absent, then gone all at once like his, knowing how to “family” was odd and foreign to him. As Noah got older, he began to realize that basic family etiquette was a trait he fundamentally lacked, as if he played hooky on some Family 101 course in his formative years. It wasn’t something he inherently prioritized and, at least when he was younger, it would irritate him when friends or colleagues put family above things that he deemed more important, like band related obligations. He never had to deal with family of his own, put it on his schedule or allot energy for it. He simply didn’t understand it.

Sure, he came off as rude at times, leaving friend’s family events early or mentally checking out mid-day. It wasn’t his fault that it was exhausting and overstimulating for him. To him it seemed natural, as if everyone felt that way, something akin to the universal experience of trying to escape school or work. It never crossed his mind that people might actually enjoy their families, nor could he comprehend the necessity for it.

It depended on who, what and when but for the most part it was exhausting to him. Some groups were better than others, like Nick’s family. Over the years they’d housed him for weeks at a time, months even sometimes. As far as Noah was concerned, the Ruffilo’s were his family. He always came and went as he pleased, always an open-door policy to the Ruffilo refuge. But that didn’t exclude Nick’s family from his unintended ignorance and tendency to run. He just could only take so much at once. Lucky for him, they never seemed to mind his behavior much. They never batted an eye; they understood him for who he was and why. Their house was one of the only places he felt comfortable, one of the only places he ever called home.

“I know.” She nodded, wrapping her hands around the thick swing chains. “I remember.”

“Right.” He replies solemnly, taking another sip before swapping it back.

Vivid memories filled Amelia’s brain of 14-year-old Noah tapping on her window like a freshly escaped felon looking for asylum. The heavy, panicked breathing and glassy eyes never matched the mischievous grin plastered across his face. Holidays were the worst; she recalls keeping her window unlocked during the winter months, so he’d always have an alternative escape. The Ruffilo’s were a festive bunch that took any excuse to celebrate. Naturally, Nicholas also only possessed so much adolescent tolerance to endure so many familial festivities so, he too would sneak away with Noah at times but, for the most part it was just him and Amelia celebrating holidays together on her bedroom floor.  

The air was still between them while she took a couple sips of sanguine liquid trying to catch up to him.

“So, you’re a big ol’ rockstar now huh?” The girl smiled, nudging him with her elbow trying to lighten the mood. Even though the words are positive and light, they tasted so sad on her tongue.

He laughed, something she hadn’t heard in what felt like a lifetime. She nearly forgot what it sounded like, but it hadn’t changed really, just a little deeper now. His now tattooed hands grasped both metal swing chains and leaned back a little, using the tension to suspend his body while he observed the stars above them. “Not big. Just opening for some real bands now. Finally able to headline our own little tour soon. Fuckin’ took long enough.” He dismissed the compliment immediately, snuffing it into the ground like a shriveled-up cigarette butt.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his response. He might’ve not seen it as notable accomplishments, but she knew better than to place the validity of success in the hands of someone riddled with imposter syndrome.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think it’s pretty fucking cool.” She leaned against the chain closest to the long-haired boy.

His lips pulled to a smile while his eyes stayed focused on the sky. “Thanks.”

She followed his gaze and chuckled, “Sky’s pretty interesting huh?” She teased.

“It is when you barely get to see stars. I never really get to see them in LA. Sometimes I forget they’re even up there.” He replied sadly before sitting back up.

Amelia took another sip of the almost empty bottle, starting to feel the warmth of alcohol spread through her body. Something about the stars and Noah made a memory cross her mind that made her burst out into a cackle. “Do you remember when you put SO much work into your astronomy project for the science fair and fucking Nicholas won with his fucking-”

“Moldy bread!” They said loudly in unison before erupting into booming laughter.

“God I was so pissed.” Noah shook his head, “And then I had to eat his fucking moldy bread.”

“Oh yeah because you lost the bet! I forgot all about that!” Laughter filled her ribcage in a way it hadn’t in years, and it felt really fucking good.

“I was so fucking sure I’d win! I should’ve known, Nick has always been the golden boy. Teacher’s-pet swindling ass.” He kicked the sand just as he would’ve at 8 years old. It’s funny how people’s mannerisms don’t really change all that much as they age. Being there with him on their old playground felt like being in a time machine. “Worst food poisoning I ever had.”

“Didn’t you borrow the telescope you used from Nick too?” She questioned, wondering if she just made that part up in her head.

“Yeah, yeah I think I did actually.” His brows furrowed as he dug through his memories. “You know what? It’s probably still in their garage!”

“Really? Maybe you can find it tomorrow.” She poured the rest of the wine into her mouth, savoring the cheap bitterness of it pooling on her tongue.

“But the stars are so pretty tonight!” He whined in classic Noah fashion.

“Yeah so? What are you gonna do? Break into their garage?” She chuckled jokingly.

He straightened up and looked over at her with wide eyes like a lightbulb just lit above his head - a look she remembered all too well.

“No.” She warned, just like she would’ve back then at whatever scheme Noah concocted in his devious little brain.

He gave her a familiar mischievous toothy grin before pushing harshly off the swing.

“No, no, no.” She sighed as he already left his seat swinging and made his way towards the street.

“Noah!” She called after him. When he showed no sign of stopping, she let out a long sigh, questioning how she ended up having to stop a 6’4 man from breaking into houses in the middle of the night. She pushed off the swing, leaving it clanging and swaying behind her.

“Noah I’m not br-“ Her yell dulled down to a hush when she caught up to him. “I’m not breaking into the Ruffilo house at midnight!” Her words were stern but to Noah they just sounded like a child’s warning against curse words.

“We’re not breaking in ‘melia.” He didn’t match her whisper, his voice was loud and proud for anyone in the night to hear. “I remember the garage code.” He announced with drunken pride.

She scoffed, “And what if someone hears the garage, Noah? Then what?”

He shrugged, “Nick is staying there, we’ll just say we were trying to see him or something. You know I have free reign there anyway.”

“This is a really shitty plan, Noah.” She crossed her arms over her chest with a displeased frown.

“It’s a great plan.” He stated confidently, walking in long strides that she could barely keep up with. “You know all my plans are great.”

“Hmm.” She hummed skeptically. “Statistically, I don’t think that’s true.”

Walking down the street with Noah to Nick’s family home in the dead of the night felt so… familiar, as if she was walking in the same exact footsteps as 15-year-old Amelia had, like her memories were tangible in her hands again. She tightened her fists slightly to remind herself that the past was not solid in her hands again. She wasn’t 15 again on some spontaneous, teenage adventure – but the alcohol-fueled adrenaline prickling at her fingertips begged to differ.

Even past midnight, the small neighborhood’s Christmas lights shined bright. Normally, she’d find them obnoxious, but tonight they seemed much sweeter, only adding to the nostalgia.

“Oh no? All of my plans worked out one way or another.” He defended as if it was factual with a straightened back and pointed finger. “All but one.”

Her brows knitted tightly together at his words, because in her memory, there was a good chunk of her life spent stuck in detention because of his schemes.

“And which one would that be?” She sassed back, watching as his speed picked up even more after her question.

“Not important.” He waved the brunette off, “C’mon, we’re here.”

Unexpectedly, his hand slips around her wrist, and it wraps tingly electricity up her arm then across her entire body. All at once the butterflies that used to be so perpetually embedded in her stomach returned in a rampant flurry. Her gaze slowly snapped up to meet his face. His smile hadn’t changed in the near 10 years apart and neither did the bright glint in his espresso eyes. Time seemed to slow around them for that split second where the electricity sizzled beneath both their fingertips and their eyes found each other’s just as easily as they used to. In that brief moment she could’ve sworn she was looking into the eyes of rail thin, tattooless teenage Noah.

“I know they got a Ring doorbell, so we gotta hide between the cars.” He whispered and ducked them both down as he weaved her through the vehicles in the driveway.

“I can’t fucking believe you talked me into this Noah!” She whisper-yelled at him, wanting nothing more than to properly reprimand him.

“Sh!”

They finally found themselves in front of the garage keypad conveniently out of view of the doorbell camera. Noah blinked blankly at plastic number pad without moving. His inked fingers tapped on his own crossed arm while his tongue stayed lodged between his lips in thought.

“Well? Go ahead! Get it over with.” She insisted, motioning urgently to the garage wanting it to be over as fast as possible. She tucked her hands across her body and into her sides giving her some semblance of comfort. The last thing she wanted was for their childish midnight antics to wake up the entire house.

“Hey! Give me time.” He rushed back, lifting a finger in her direction to shush her.

“Time? I thought you said you remembered it!”

“I do! …I think… if they haven’t changed it.” His tone much less confident than before.

“Noah!”

“Hush!” He pressed a finger to his lips at her and took a hesitant step towards the keypad. With a couple semi-sure clicks, the garage door slid open slowly. Amelia exhaled in relief at how the metal clangs of the garage were much quieter than she remembered. Still though, they creaked too loud for her liking, feeling embarrassment and anxiety flood her body.

“Yes!” Noah squeezed his fists up in victory. “See, told you I remembered.”

“Lucky guess.” She rolled her eyes with a smile.

Her eyes widened as the garage door unveiled a gorgeous white car. It was by no means a luxury car, not a Lexus or anything of the sort, but a high enough model to make you look twice. “Damn Mama Ruffilo, ridin’ in style now.”

Noah grinned as he scoots around the car. His smile was reserved, like she had discovered some award he was keeping hidden out of modesty. “Yeah, that’s the one we got her for Mother’s Day.”

“We?” She questioned, her head cocking to the side a bit.

“Yeah, Nick and me. We each paid half.”

“Oh wow, that’s really nice of you.” She replied softly. It didn’t take a genius to calculate just how much it would cost two broke DIY touring bandmates to pay for a new car, even in halves. The vehicle was shiny and spotless, evidently well taken care of – the type of care you’d put into a possession you never thought you’d own, the type of care that came from deep gratitude.

“It’s the least I could do for ya know… everything she’s done for me.”

Amelia nodded knowing exactly what he meant. It was no secret that he was more than a family friend to them, but it was nice to see that he recognized it too. While Noah might not have attended every family event or stayed for long, he showed his love and appreciation in his own small ways. Gifts were one of his favorite ways of doing so. Yeah, Noah might’ve only stayed at a Thanksgiving for an hour or two for food, but he was there long enough to make mental notes for next year, to bring extra cranberry sauce because Nick’s abuela loves it or extra croutons since Nick’s mom tends to snack on them while she cooks. He paid attention and he loved deeply, even if it didn’t seem that way on the surface.

He rustled around some miscellaneous garage junk in the corner, making more noise than Amelia felt comfortable with. She stood up on her tip toes to watch carefully him over the pristine car with her heart beating in her chest begging to rush him again.

“Ah! I knew it’d be here!” He said a little too loud out of excitement and promptly covered his mouth. His wide brown eyes met hers in a silent ‘oops, shit, sorry!’ plea.

In desperate need to escape the anxiety inducing mission, Amelia ran to the end of the driveway the second she saw the telescope in Noah’s hand. It took him longer than it should’ve just to snatch the item, but she didn’t question it or investigate much when he sped right past her after the garage began squeaking closed.

They made it out in record time, holding in their laughter until they reached the end of the street. It only took one look at each other to send them into a cackling fit. Amelia’s delicate hands found his thin arm and used him for stability, while the laughter shook her entire frame.

When they make it back to the park, he set down the telescope and unravels something she somehow didn’t notice he was carrying before.

“Did you steal that from their garage?!”

He grinned and proudly pulled another bottle of wine, white this time, from the blanket he also borrowed. “Yeah? And I’ll just replace them when I bring the telescope back tomorrow.” He carefully sat the wine down at her feet and spread out the buffalo-print blanket over the grass.

“You are so bad!” She chuckled, smacking him playfully with the excess of her long cardigan sleeve.

“Isn’t that what girls want? A bad boy?” He smirked jokingly, getting down on his knees to angle the telescope just right so that they didn’t need to stand up to use it.

She pressed her lips together as she watched him. Sure, that’s what some girls want, but not her. Even when he was landing them in detention every other day and keeping them out way past curfew – even when everyone else considered him a “bad boy” – she knew he wasn’t, not really.

Even now, whenever he got on stage, covered in ink, growling like a demon – she knew he wasn’t, and has never been, “bad”. Not the way she knew him. Amelia had a talent for seeing through people and she always saw right through Noah, from the first time she ever saw him in the back of her 3rd grade class. And all through adolescence, she saw him clearly through all his stormy confliction and thick brick walls.

Noah never saw it of course; how could he believe that someone as sugary sweet as Amelia could possibly ever see him as anything more than comical the social mask he wore with friends. In fact, he would even go as far to believe his mask was thickest and most opaque around her. Whether or not that was factual, didn’t lessen her ability to see him, really see him.

Being told you’re so wrong for so long, makes you believe that no one could ever see you as right. No matter how many friends Noah had at his parties, or fans in his crowds or girls in his bed, he never felt as though anyone saw him as enough. He got so exhausted from constantly trying to outdo himself that sometimes he forgot what exactly he was trying to accomplish.

Amelia never once believed the “bad influence, bad boy” propaganda their parents or teachers ever accused him of. To her, he was just Noah; the weird emo kid in the back of her classes, the neighbor down the street, the other older “brother” of the youngest girl scout in her troop. Amelia knew Noah at his core.

“Ah, bad boys are overrated.” She waved off his words casually.

He turned and gave her an unconvinced look, “Yeah, sure.” he glared playfully before sitting back on his legs. “Well, it’s ready if you wanna look.”

Amelia crawled across the blanket to meet him and peered through the telescope. Billions of tiny stars flooded the glass lens with twinkles and glimmers you’d never be able to see normally. Fluffy white clouds interrupted the view every so often, but it didn’t take away from the breathtaking scene.

“Whoa.” She mouthed quietly, just taking in the sight. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Sure is.” Noah agreed quietly, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them while he watched her.

They took some turns looking out of the telescope and passing the wine bottle back and forth before finally resting side by side on the picnic fabric. The air around them both was full of dwindling laughter over Noah telling silly stories about him and Nicholas and their roommates in LA. At surface level, he seemed to be doing well, despite claiming to hate LA, he appeared to be thriving there. Perhaps it was just the roommates that he enjoyed living with. Noah was never one to enjoy solitude, at least not for long periods of time. When he lived in their hometown, he was rarely wherever he was staying at the time. Getting comfortable anywhere was never his goal or motive. For the most part, it seemed like he enjoyed the constant change, the running. However, the way he talked about their home in California, all the stories he shared that brought the grandest smile to his face or the loudest boom from his chest all took place at their home. Amelia wondered what it must feel like for him to be back in their dreary little town, and if he rattled off all those stories was because he was homesick.

As the space between them flooded with a silence that was equally comfortable and uncomfortable, a question bubbled up that had been eating at Amelia from the moment she laid eyes on the tired darkness hanging beneath Noah’s eyes. His grin for most of the night was wide and toothy but she knew him better than that.

“So,” She turned her head towards him. “How are you, really?”

His eyes stayed transfixed on the stars above and he let a dense quiet settle over them before speaking.

“It must get so exhausting.” He stated, ignoring her question all together.

Her brows furrowed at his words, “What does?”

“Being so bright all the time.” He stated flatly, with a low dejected tone lacing his words.

“The stars?” She questioned with her brows still knitted.

“Sure. The Moon, the cosmos, all of it.” He brought his hands to interlace over his tummy. “Sure, the moon gets a break during the day and gets to disappear for a bit every month. And the stars get to die eventually.

“Right…?”

“But a star’s entire existence is to be bright - they only exist to be bright and then die. The moon works every night to serve as a giant nightlight and to shift some waves around. It must be so exhausting, all of it – being so bright all the time just to burn out into nothing.”

Noah had always been good at avoiding both his feelings and Amelia’s prying questions. It seemed age and time hadn’t changed that specific skill set. Maybe it’s true what they say, people never really change. It worried her that he might’ve not changed at all in that way.

“I mean,” She shifted her head to face the stars again trying to find the answers in the same place he was getting the questions. “You’re not wrong… but, think about the good that they do. The moon does so much on its own for us, you know the tides, the earth’s axis and all that. But we wouldn’t even be here staring at the sky without it all. They’re pretty and,” She shrugs. “And maybe, sometimes, that’s enough.”

“Right.” He responded curtly, pausing a long while before speaking again. “If the moon had consciousness… do you think it would care that most people know it for being pretty and not for being good at its job?” He pondered, not once looking over at the girl, perhaps afraid that his façade would crumble, and he’d spill the truth if he met her eyes.

Amelia’s brows furrowed together once more as she processed his words, doing mental gymnastics to decipher the underlying meaning. Another skill set Noah possessed was being dramatically cryptic, especially when it came to his internal turmoil. Whenever he had some battle waging within him, he suddenly transformed into a makeshift philosopher.

Looking the way he does, it’s fair to assume that his band had garnered recent attention due to his looks – most men would revel in the fleeting female attention, but not Noah. At least not enough to keep him from being contemplative on the lawn of their old park.

Girls or not, Noah had always been particular about his craft. He was lucky he found Nicholas first since he really let Noah take reigns of the entire operation. Like a true perfectionist, Noah carefully curated every song, every show, every rehearsal – even back when they were just playing in Nick’s garage with shitty amps.

Amelia analyzed his words, thinking over her response carefully. “I think the moon would be grateful for the attention either way.” She commented gently. “As long as she’s doing the job she’s meant to do, her beauty getting noticed is just a bonus. As long as she’s doing what she’s destined to do, I think she’d be content doing whatever she needs to, regardless of the affection towards her.”

“Yeah, I guess she would.”

Looking up at the sky, Amelia noticed just how round the moon was that night and how perfectly it was centered in the sky. It looked like the inside of a circus tent, like the star littered sky was just a patterned fabric pierced right in the middle by a giant moon-shaped hole. It felt like it too – as if they were the only ones in some carnival tent far away from anything bad. Below such a vast cosmos, they were just tiny specs of dust in the universe, and she was grateful for the temporary solitude. After years of not even being around Noah, he still made her feel the same. He had a knack for dissolving any real-life problems when they were alone together. When she was with him, she was in a world of their own making. She wondered if she did the same for him, and for his sake, she really hoped she did.

But alas, the bubble they created together that night was not one that could exist forever, and the big top tent must come down after a grand show.

Amelia and Noah ran out of words, at least ones meant to be said that night. They laid side by side with her right hand and his left not even a centimeter apart.

Noah was unaware of whether it was fear, nerves or sadness that fueled the drumming beneath his brittle ribs, but that same force also tugged an invisible string to lift his pinky.

Amelia’s eyes rounded and every muscle in her body tensed up the millisecond she felt him move up and hover over her own pinky.

But before he got the chance to lock over her finger, there was a frightening rustling behind some playground equipment followed by a bright light aimed right at them, blinding the pair.

“Hey! You kids aren’t allowed in here!” Boomed a deep, authoritative voice.

Amelia propped herself up on an elbow and immediately used her arm as a shield to keep the blinding light from burning her retinas any further.

Noah closed his eyes and let out a deep breath through his nose. It was one of the many familiar sounds from the town Noah hoped to never hear again.

“Sebastian? What an unpleasant surprise.” The voice taunted with a vicious edge.

“Officer Hawke.” The eyeroll was thick in Noah’s voice. “So great to see you.”

The big burly man shifted the flashlight beam to Noah directly. “Not shocking that the first time I see you back in town you’re up to no good.” He moved the light back to Amelia’s face. “Also, not shocking that you’ve reunited with your old partner in crime. Corrupting Miss. Alastor again, are we?”

“Officer, we just fell asleep earlier, we didn’t mean to be here so late.” Amelia lied for Noah like she always had. Her and Nick had been the goodie-two-shoes that were always bailing or covering for the long-haired boy. Well, Amelia was truly good, Nick was just skilled at masking his deviant tendencies, using his sweet golden-boy allure to fool everyone. As much as she hated breaking the rules, she secretly loved when Noah enabled it. Her teenage years wouldn’t have been nearly as fun or memorable without the two mischievous boys. Even just lying in the park with Noah after dark made her feel the most alive she’d had in years. It was exhilarating, no matter how much she reprimanded the boy for his reckless rebellion.

“Mhm. Sounds about right, you covering for Mr. Sebastian here, for god knows why.” He speculated, unconvinced. “It’s like I stepped back in time. It seems you both haven’t changed much.”

While the cop had been berating the two, Noah had already began packing up the picnic trying to end the interaction as quickly as possible.

“Sorry officer, it won’t happen again.” She lied.

“Sure.” He retorted. “Get you and your boyfriend out of here. Don’t let me catch you in here again.”

With that he turned and headed back to his vehicle. It was surprising that he just left the pair– not surprising that he just sat and watched them from the comfort of his cop car across the street.

Amelia helped Noah pack everything up before they made their escape from the park. Shortly after they were down the street, the cop car finally drove off. She walked in the direction of her house, thinking that Noah would part ways to maybe head towards Nick’s house to return the stolen items or to Vince’s where he was staying for the time being, but he stayed walking alongside her. He was quiet, which for Noah was strange, especially with her.

“You know, you don’t have to walk me home? I know you’re staying in the opposite direction.” She said, stuffing her cold hands in her pockets.

“I want to. It’s dangerous for you to walk alone.” He replied flatly, kicking a pebble across the sidewalk concrete.

Her house wasn’t particularly far from the other two’s, nothing in the tiny town was necessarily far from each other. With a town as small as theirs, a night walk home wouldn’t usually be considered dangerous.

“Well, thanks.” She replied cautiously.

She let her mind wander to the interaction they had at the park with Officer Hawke. Noah’s mood had been fairly consistent all night up until then. She mentally scolded herself for not realizing that running into the overly familiar cop would affect his demeanor. Maybe she just assumed that after so many years into adulthood he’d be over it, but evidently, it was foolish and incredibly mindless for her to believe so.

The rest of the walk was silent, just filled with the sounds of nature in the winter. The crisp cool air zipping with the wind, crashing into every solid object available while owls coo-ed into the darkness.

Finally, they arrived at the chain-link gate of Amelia’s small home. She rested her arm atop the pointy wires of the fence. Any other night she’d probably invite him in, but it was so late and all of the night’s events had already been enough to overfill her tummy with static-y nerves.

“Well, I-“ They fumble over each other’s words. Warmth blooms across Amelia’s cheeks at the joint misstep.

“You go.” She urged.

“No, you go.” He pushed back with a sheepish grin.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and dropped her attention down to her feet. “I was just gonna say that this was… nice.” Her teeth dug into her bottom lip. “It was really nice to see you again Noah.” Her tone soft and genuine, as her eyes meet his again.

He was unprepared for how her eyes looked with the moonlight shining directly into them. He couldn’t remember the last time he looked into them so clearly. He forgot how different they were from each other, well, they weren’t really – but they were when one spent looking at them as intently as Noah had since he was 8 years old. Her eyes were both a hazel but one much more brown while the other had a pretty emerald hue.

“Yeah, it was really nice.” His words sounded true, but his voice was still strained by the sadness from the walk there. “I’m really happy I went into the shop this morning.”

Her lips worked overtime to keep from pulling into a giant grin and suddenly she was grateful for the darkness hiding the red staining her cheeks. “Yeah, me too.”

Noah sucked in a breath to speak but pauses, before returning again, “Um - Nick’s family is throwing their annual Christmas party this weekend, I’m sure he and the Ruffilo clan would love to see you.” He stated with his words moving slightly faster than normal almost like he was nervous to even ask, which is silly isn’t it? Being anxious to invite an old friend to a holiday party you both attended every year growing up? It shouldn’t be that nerve wreaking, right? He scratched the back of his neck. “If you want that is.”

Her eyes nearly light up enough to cut through the darkness. “Yeah,” She beamed a sweet smile up at him.  “I think I’d really like that.”

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A/N; thank you so much for reading - again this is my first time writing in 3rd person so i hope it was decent! i hope you enjoyed even though it is definitely not christmas time lmao - lmk what you think! 💗

[hideyseek]

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

tagged by @usersoup <3

What is the colour of your hairbrush?  it is .. black and turquoise, though i must admit that since i’ve cut my hair i rarely use it. 

Name a food you never eat? huh. caviar? i tend to forget about the existence of foods i don’t eat until i’m on the instacard website. chocolate ice cream, i guess. that’s like, a normal-person food i never consume.

Are you typically too warm or too cold? i am constantly too cold. as i type this i am in my apartment in sweatpants under a blanket and my roommate is in shorts and a tshirt.

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? mm i was reading a room of one’s own, at risk of sounding like the pretentious humanities major i am. i’m reading it out of desperation (we are in possession of the writer’s block and we would like to give it up as soon as possible), after having had it in my head to read since i came across a lin-manuel miranda tween in like 2015 telling all young writers to read it

What is your favourite candy bar? i don’t really like.. candy. twix or butterfingers, if i had to pick one at gunpoint.

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? yEAH u fucking bet i went to winterguard international championships twice in high school and bands of america championships once (both as part of my school’s winter/colorguard). i’ve never gone to a pro sportsball match though. 

What is the last thing you said out loud? oh, are you really out there alone? (at my roommate, who is on the balcony with a desk lamp rigged up for optimal dirtball making).   

What is your favourite ice cream? vanilla. or hazelnut. i fucking love hazelnut. 

What was the last thing you had to drink? not to associate myself with brands, but i am drinking sprite as i type this. 

Do you like your wallet? yes! i had my wallet nicked on a bus in the middle of the semester and my replacement is a lovely narrow black folding wallet that i am infinitely fond of.

What was the last thing you ate? the dregs of my cheezits, pepper jack flavor

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? mm no, though during my phone call with my grandma earlier this week she told me i should buy more clothes no less than four times. she thinks i should own and wear more “pretty girl clothes” and i haven’t the heart to tell her that i think gender is fake. 

The last sporting event you watched? i participated in a harry potter pub quiz over zoom the other week, if that counts. otherwise, probably something televised and american football related, several months ago.

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? KETTLE CORN KETTLE CORN KETTLE CORN KETTLE CORN KETTLE CORN KETTLE CORN

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? oH thank god i have an interesting answer to this one -- my stage manager/playwright friend, whose recent play i am dying to get a copy of.

Ever go camping? yeah. my family used to go every august with some family friends. 

Do you take vitamins? mm just vitamin d. (fuck off this was not meant to be a dick joke).

Do you go to church every Sunday? nah.

Do you have a tan? not anymore... even during the semester i spend most of my time underground in a basement rehearsal space or in the on-campus computer labs. (hence the vitamin d)

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? these are?? not equivalent at all in terms of scope? chinese food, of course. 

Do you drink your soda with a straw? nah. can-to-mouth for me. 

What colour socks do you usually wear? depends on how cold i am: i have some very lovely warm purple socks and some red and black socks that my dear friend gifted me for christmas last? year? but otherwise i have just sports shoes height white socks and black socks.

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? i am gay, i do not drive.

What terrifies you? failure, mostly. i hate that that’s my answer, but there you go. failure, or being putting myself in a situation where i don’t really have a choice in what happens to me.  

Look to your left, what do you see? mm, i just moved from the study to bed so: the empty space in the loft bed railing where the ladder is, a blank wall, the edge and hinges of the bedroom wall.

What chore do you hate? none, really? i’ll get really passive-aggressive about some of the small apartment tidying things in my head, but not often enough that anything comes to mind now. 

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? how my linguistics prof last semester had folks self-identify if they spoke non-american english in the middle of lecture

What’s your favourite soda? hm, hm. oH. there’s a vietnamese sandwich place in my hometown that has the best lychee soda. (a handful of google image searches informs me this is elisha aerated brand)

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? hm, most of the time when i’m going to fast food i’m going to in-n-out with either a pile of theater people or my high school friend group, so sitting. er, going in.

Who’s the last person you talked to? roommates, in person. 

Favourite cut of beef? i could not name cuts of beef if u asked me to really nicely. actually jk i know uh, ox... oxtail? i like oxtail soup.

Last song you listened to? am in the middle of listening to trenchh by cavetown but i’ve been alternating fob and cavetown and bastille on shuffle on spotify.

Last book you read? ella enchanted by gail carson levine, because it is my #1 comfort book.

Favourite day of the week? i like thursdays. they just sound nice.

Can you say the alphabet backwards? if i had like, several minutes, i probably could do it. but everything after w would involve me counting (counting? reciting?) from the beginning.

How do you like you coffee? i’ll drink it any way but black. i have discovered i do not like dalgona coffee. but i like the dark chocolate mocha that peet’s does in the winter a ridiculous amount.

Favourite pair of shoes? i have this pair of converse that’s grey stripes that always makes me feel like a Cool Arts Student, even though it’s actively terrible for my arches. 

The time you normally go to bed? to bed? midnightish. to being asleep? usually 1-2ish. 

The time you normally get up? eleven in the morning, apparently, since that’s what’s been happening now that i’m not setting alarms. during the school year, usually 7:30 or 8 because i work in the scene shop half the mornings of the week.

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? conceptually? sunsets. aesthetically? also sunsets. metaphorically, though, i prefer sunrises.

How many blankets on your bed? i’ve got a blanket (duvet, maybe? comforter? i have never really vibed with these western concepts of bedding) and another knitted blanket. 

Describe your kitchen plates: black and square and slightly chipped because roommates and i get a bit aggressive with cramming them onto the drying rack. 

Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? i like hard cider. (i like soft cider better than hard cider, but the apple taste drowns out the alcohol taste enough for me to have a pretty good time.) 

Do you play cards? haha yeah. whenever i’m home i play 24 with my little brother and lose a lot. or my family’ll play 21. or BS, which i fucking hate because i cannot lie for shit.

What colour is your car? still gay, still don’t drive.

Can you change a tire? mmmmmmmmmmm no. i have a shocking lack of car-related life skills for someone holding down a job that mostly involves wrenches. 

Your favourite province? oh boy. hubei province, bc there’s no country specification and this feels less impersonal than if i were to just point somewhere in australia. 

Favourite job you’ve ever had? hm, let’s limit this to work i’ve done for money, just to narrow the field down. (i tend to like the work i do a lot.) i really really enjoy working as a sound technician, especially as a mic assistant (it checks my “meeting people” box and my “helping people with their emotions” box and my “storytelling for an audience” box because at the theater i work at, pre-show mic check is me talking about my day and has resulted in a handful of people telling me i should try standup). the hours and pay are kind of crap, though. you don’t get friday nights when your friday nights are spent backstage of the same show you’ve heard twenty million times at this point. i also enjoy teaching computer science, because i just fucking like computer science. christ, i just,, miss being at work :c the production of newsies i was gonna do this summer got canceled. 

How did you get your biggest scar? mm, pass. 

What did you do today that made someone else happy? i, hm. everything that comes to mind feels vaguely manipulative, since i can’t really tell if people were made happy? oh! i had an extended slack conversation with one of the academic interns for the cs class i help teach that was basically just us bonding over word humor. he seems like the kind of person who would have gotten a kick out of it. 

I tag: @kittog @wali21 @capt-ann @lemon-yellow @iamanonniemouse @raccoon-sex-dungeon @snakesonacartesianplane @eternalflarg @swimmingseafish (do it if u want! don’t let me bully u into anything)

[my-darkstrangeson]

And thus begins your epilogue, chapter 4

Summary: ever since the fateful day he found his mother’s body, Virgil has been able to interact with ghosts. His newfound sight gives him nothing but strife, so as the years go on he hides his abilities and ignores the ghosts around him. He lives normally, until he moves into his new apartment and finds it's already occupied by some unexpected, incorporeal roommates.

Words: 2672

Tw: threats of violence, descriptions of violence and injury, panic attacks, guns, attempted robbery (I think that’s all but tell me if I missed something!)

A/N:IMPORTANT PLEASE READ!! so two things: I’ve fallen behind posting this on tumblr, so if you read on ao3 you’ll notice this is an old chapter. I’m so so sorry for that, I’ll be getting the other chapter up within a day or two. Thanks for understanding!! And also: the last chapters tag list didn’t work, so make sure to read it before this one!!

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It’s starts off a fairly normal day. Virgil wakes up, showers, eats breakfast, closes all the windows Roman opened (which made it very cold last night, thank you very much), and is on his way. He makes sure to leave a book out for Logan to read (Two-Minute Mysteries by Donald J. Sobold) and a movie on for Roman (the princess bride, a classic) before he leaves. Virgil’s found that the two ghosts are more agreeable when he leaves something out to entertain them, or else he comes home to dramatic proclamations of boredom and every window and door thrown open.

There’s no classes today, so Virgil heads straight for the bakery. “Bun in a million” is like a home away from home, the string lights and bean bag chairs as familiar to him as his own face. Pushing in the door brings a warm wave of delectable scents, vanilla and cinnamon and something Virgil can’t quiets put his finger in but smells like someone bottled up a warm hug. The baby blue walls are decorated with pictures and posters and framed boards painted with chalkboard paint, colourful scribbles dotting the black surfaces. Patton stands behind the counter covered in glass trays containing cakes and candies, a warm smile on his face.

“Hey, kiddo!” He greets Virgil, giving him a wave.

“Sup, pat?” Virgil replies, passing behind the counter to join the other man, grabbing a scone as he goes.

“I had the best idea last night!” Patton begins, eyes lighting up as he speaks. “What do you think about a green tea and raspberry truffle, with white chocolate?”

The day continues with the two of them trading ideas, greeting customers and serving out delicious treats. Patton does most of the baking, but he can’t stay in the kitchen for two long, popping out to greet the regulars and offer free samples to the new faces. Virgil’s nearly memorized all the regular orders, and all he needs is a glance before heating up a scone or turning on the grinder.

He’s just finished up slicing a piece of cake when a man saunters in, radiating the confidence only assholes and theater kids can master. Still, Virgil greats him with a smile, and asks for his order. The man ponders it for a second, staring at the menu with intrigue.

“Hmm… you had the ‘you mocha me crazy’ before?” He asks, than waves his hands, as if wiping away the thought. “No no no, I think I’ll get…”

And then the barrel of a gun is pointed at Virgil’s head.

Virgil can feel his eyes widen, and his hands begin to shake as the familiar buzz takes over his mind, static coating his thoughts like a layer of snow. He doesn't know what to do, so he freezes, a statue of frost and terror. Distantly he can hear the man demanding all the money in the register, but it’s fuzzy, like talking through a failing speaker.

Whispers start to permeate through the panic that clots his mind, and only than does he notice the ghosts hanging off the man. They're whisp-like and flimsy, nearly see through but still there. They grip at the man’s clothes desperately, hanging off him like gruesome ornaments on a Christmas tree. The whispers are just enough to pull him out of his stupor and raise his shaking hands to pop open the register.

But before he can move, there a blur of blue and suddenly Patton is beside him, brandishing an empty coffee pot like a sword. A coffee pot that is empty because the freshly brewed contents have been spattered on he mans chest, and he’s screaming, screaming, screaming, writhing in pain. The gun clatters to the floor as the man frantically pulls at his clothes, but before he can rid himself of the coffee-soaked garments he’s being tackled to the floor. Stan, one of their regulars that runs a pub downtown, has the man on the ground, arm twisted behind his back and pressed firmly between his shoulder blades.

The sound of glass shattering brings Virgil from the daze he fell into, and he turns to see patton, hands empty as he begins to sob. The coffee pot is laying in shards on the ground, and Patton buried his face in his hands and sinks to the floor, ignoring the sharp bits of glass that surround him like a halo.

“It- it was the only w-way,” he sobs, shoulders heaving as tears drop down his chin and make little dark spots on his khaki pants. “I- he was, he was gonna shoot you, I s-saw it. No matter what, he was- he was gonna kill you!”

Virgil drops to his knees in front of the other man, ignoring the pin pricks of pain as glass shards dig into his skin. He pulls Patton close, cradling him against his chest. Virgil’s still trembling like a leaf, but he grips Patton like a lifeline as he cries, heaving breaths and sobs shaking them both.

Once Patton’s sobs fade away like the gently setting sun, they both rise, still firmly holding each other but no longer at risk of ripping at the seams. The police come, and the man is led away to be dealt with. The officers seem to be going through the motions, writing down what he says with bored looks on their faces. When everything is done and the cafe has grown quiet, Virgil takes Patton by the shoulders and leads him to his apartment. Patton doesn't object, just follows along, leaning into Virgil’s touch as if just their contact will make everything better.

The door to Virgil’s apartment is a welcome sight, and they practically fall through it once Virgil unlocks it. Too late he remembers the ghosts, and hopes that they’ll see he’s in no mood to listen to their antics. The book he laid out for Logan is still in its place, though it’s obviously been flipped through in his absence. His laptop had been closed and neatly set on the counter, plugged into the outlet.

He leads Patton to the bathroom, and gets a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt so Patton can shower and change. He himself gets changed and readys the bed for Patton, taking a pillow and sheet into the living room for himself.

“Virgil?” Patton’s voice rings through the apartment, and he can hear footsteps pad down the hallways towards him.

“In here, pat!” He calls, turning around to see Patton. The sweatpants he gave him are far too long, rolled into thick cuffs around his ankles, but the shirt fits fine.

“What are you doing out here?” Patton asks, seeing Virgil’s makeshift bed. He immediately looks at Virgil sternly. “Virgil, I’m not letting you sleep in here. There’s plenty of room on the bed.”

“You sure?” Virgil asks, uncertainty weighing down his voice. “I just don't want you to feel awkward, or crowded, or-“

Patton waves him off, choosing to grab Virgil’s hand and pull him into the bedroom. The both fall into the bed, all the exhaustion that the day caused rushing up and pouncing like a lion on the savannah. Patton faces him, and reaches out, hesitating for a second before asking “is this okay?” Virgil nods, and Patton wraps his arms around his chest. Virgil shifts to pull him closer, and together they drift asleep, Virgil’s head perched atop Patton’s and Patton’s head tucked close to his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.

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“Virgil, wake up!”

Virgil’s eyes shoot open as Patton’s voice pierce through the haze of his dreams. Above him sits Patton, no longer nestled against him. Instead his hands frantically shake Virgil bake to consciousness. As his eyes clear the haze of sleep, he can make out the wide eyes of Patton, the furrow of his brow, revealing the panic.

“Patton? What time is it?”

“12:01,” he says, and begins pulling at Virgil’s hoodie. “We only have 16 more seconds get up Virgil!”

Virgil rises, rubbing at his eyes. “What, pat?” He asks.

“We need to get out!” Patton cries, “We need-“

Than there’s the slamming of a door, which isn't unusual for Virgil, but the blood drains from Patton’s face.

“Pat?” He asks, and the other man turns to look at him with terror in his eyes.

“They’re here.” He whispers, and only than does Virgil hear the unfamiliar voices, the out of character boot steps. And then it dawns on him, the terror of realization shooting like ice through his veins.

There’s someone in his apartment.

He moves instinctively, adrenaline coursing through him. He tugs patton from the bed, pulling him towards the closet and opening it, pushing him in as gently as he can. He tosses in his phone, and grabs the bat that Elliot insisted he keep around for “just in case”. Well, the case is here.

“Virgil no-“ Patton whispers before Virgil pushes the closet door closed. He kneels down, pressing a hand against the slats that lead into the closet.

“Listen pat, just stay in here, okay?” He whispers. “Call the police, stay quiet and still, try to hide under some clothes or something but stay in here.”

“Promise- promise you’ll be okay?” Patton asks, and the door creaks as he sets a hand where Virgil’s is. “Promise me?”

“I promise.” Virgil whispers, taking a hand off the door. “I’ll be okay. I can protect myself.”

Than he’s standing up, both hands gripping the bat. He stands in front of the door, checks to make sure it’s still locked, and waits.

The people in his apartment don't even try to hide their presence, which only terrifies Virgil further. To be so brash only means they’re confident they could end this quickly if things were to get messy. they’re laughing, joking around like friends at a bar and not armed burglars. Virgil can hear their footsteps, doors opening and glass shattering.

“We know you assholes are here!” A gruff voice calls. “We followed you home. Don’t even try to hide!”

The footsteps grow closer until they stop, right outside Virgil’s door. The knob jiggles, just for a second, until it still, and quiet falls around him. No more laughing, no more footsteps, just his own ragged breathing. The moment is still, time cut in granite, moon-white fear twisted with hopeful veins of relief. Virgil thinks maybe they left when a low, husky whisper cuts through the silence.

“You think a door is gonna stop me?”

Then the noise, the voices and the footsteps resume, and his door shakes on its hinges as fists pound into it. Time resumes its course, the stone stillness dissolving like sand into Virgil’s palms.

This is it, he thinks, staring at the door as it starts to splinter. He can reassure Patton all he wants, h can stand bravely with a bat gripped in hand, but the truth of the moment was this: he was standing alone, against at least two people, probably with guns. The truth of the matter was that it was very likely he ended up dead. For a second he wonders what his ghost will look like. Will it be a single bullet, over and done? Will they rough him up before they end him, leaving him bruised and bloody? Virgil shudder at the macabre thoughts, but they twist into his mind. Will he haunt Patton? His apartment? Will he join the ghosts whose presence he’s reluctantly began to enjoy?

The door splinters once more, valiantly standing up against the assault, before it crumpled, flying off its hinges and onto the floor.

Three weasley looking men stand there, one with his foot still outstretched as if frozen mid kick. Each man holds a gun in their hand, and the one who just turned door into kindling smiles and points his at Virgil.

“So, you’re the one boss told us to get, huh? You thought you could get away with gettin’ Johnny arrested?” The man asks, stepping into the room. Virgil holds up the bat shaking, as if the flimsy aluminum could ward off a bullet.

“G-get out-“

“Shut up!” The man roars, pushing away the bat and pressing the barrel of the gun against Virgil’s head. “You listen to me, ya hear? Or your gonna regret it.”

Virgil closes his eyes, waiting for the click of the trigger, the sting of the bullet. His chest hums with horror and fear, emotions running wild as he stands as still as stone. Something in him buzzes, an insistent insect that tugs at his ribs and hums along his spine, stirring something awake. In his fear he latches onto this buzz, grabbing onto it like a thread of hope. A drowning man stuck in the sea of terror, this new emotion is a life raft in the storm, and as soon as he has ahold of it something, he doesn't know what, changes, hardly a ripple yet there all the same.

The pain never comes, no trigger pull nor bullet sting. The pressure of the barrels against his head disappears. Virgil opens his eyes, hesitant, as if the world will keep turning at any second and he will end up dead. But nothing happens.

The owner of the gun is standing in front of him, jaw slack and gun hanging at his side. He’s staring at Virgil with shock etched into his face. No, Virgil realizes, not at him.

He’s looking behind him.

Slowly, Virgil turns, making no sudden movements st risk of startling the men with guns. He needs to see what’s struck such fear in their eyes, what’s frozen them in their spot.

When he sees it, he freezes too.

Two forms float in front of him, both equally horrifying. Both equally familiar.

The first is surrounded by a deep blue glow, water pouring out of his too-wide mouth and too-white eyes. The bruises that circle his neck like the collar of his dark shirt stand out against his sickly pale skin. The other has blood flowing from his chest and onto the carpet, dripping like a loose faucet. A small trickle of blood leaks from his mouth as he smiles, deep and sinister.

“If I were you” roman says, tone even and faux-friendly, “I would leave before we make sure you can’t. Now please, don’t make me ask twice”

He doesn't have to ask twice, because as soon as he’s done speaking the men are gone, the spell holding them broken. As soon as their gone, Virgil feels the energy drain from him, adrenaline leaving him tired and feeble. His vision swims, he drops the bat he forgot he was holding, and his knees hit the carpet. For a second he sways, teetering on the edge of consciousness, but then he’s gone before his cheek hits the ground.

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[l-ucidgh0u-l]

Date of updating this: 30/10/19

200: My crush’s name is: Irl i don't have one now but, celebrity crushes? A bunch. Obsessed w/ Alice Pagani at the time being.

199: I was born in:

- Terribly hot but diverse in culture.(🇲🇾)

198: I am really:

- Just sad, angry & confused.

197: My cellphone company is:

- Samsung.

196: My eye color is:

- Dark brown

195: My shoe size is:

194: My ring size is:

193: My height is: 5'0

192: I am allergic to: Seafood, fine particles of dust tba.

191: My 1st car was:

190: My 1st job was: Administrator for a pre-school / kindergarten.

189: Last book you read: *still reading :

188: My bed is: a divine combo w/ my aircond. My safe place @ home.

187: My pet: Tabby cats, 1-yearold Latte & Mocha.

186: My best friend: from highsch Alicia.

185: My favorite shampoo is: Random i switch. Don't really have a salloon brand shampoo.

184: Xbox or ps3: Playstation all the way.

183: Piggy banks are: non-existent & should start one.

182: In my pockets: Nothing.

181: On my calendar: *in my phone, that's rarely used.

180: Marriage is: Terrifying. Sometimes i feel like i don't want to be wed.

179: Spongebob can: throw me a krabby-patty party.

178: My mom: I love her with my entire being and soul but she's beastly.

177: The last three songs I bought were? None.

176: Last YouTube video watched:

- Juice WRLD "Fast" lyrics.

175: How many cousins do you have?

- Too many.

174: Do you have any siblings?

- 4 inc me. I'm the eldest, a younger sister + 2 younger brothers.

173: Are your parents divorced?

- No, thankfully.

172: Are you taller than your mom?

- Same height.

171: Do you play an instrument?

- No but i wish i could. A guitar most likely.

170: What did you do yesterday?

- Played games on the phone, cleaned the house & binge netflix on tv.

[ I Believe In ]

169: Love at first sight: Yes but can only work with physical appearance Personality wise, it's a must to sit down and have a conversation. Takes a month or two to see if we vibe. Comfortably (a day or two..i could tell.)

168: Luck: Maybe? but I don't think i'm lucky.

167: Fate: Absolute yes, what goes around comes back around. Our lives revolves around the Him, universe and people. We can't change fate but we could alter our desicions.

166: Yourself: Yes but sometimes no. As much as i believe in myself. I have low confidence in believing myself.

165: Aliens: No.

164: Heaven: Yes yes yes.

163: Hell: Absolute yes.

162: God: Ultimately yes.

161: Horoscopes: Are you kidding me? Of course. Yes.

160: Soul mates: Maybe..but Big. Fat. "?"

159: Ghosts: Yes.

158: Gay Marriage: Neutral thoughts but No w/ my religion.

157: War: Yes...

156: Orbs: Science? Yes.

155: Magic: Dark sorcery..maybe.

[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses: Why not both?

153: Drunk or High: Uh..high..

152: Phone or Online: BoTh

151: Red heads or Black haired: Not a problem w/ both. Depends on person.

150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes.

149: Hot or cold: Cold.

148: Summer or winter: Both.

147: Autumn or Spring: Both but gravitating towards Autumn.

146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanillaaaaaaa!

145: Night or Day: Night.

144: Oranges or Apples: Apples, bcus of it's tart-ness.

143: Curly or Straight hair: Both, depends on person.

142: McDonalds or Burger King: McD.

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: White Chocolate-

140: Mac or PC: Both.

139: Flip flops or high heels:

- High heels are gorgeous but i can't stand them. Flip flops for comfort!

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor:

137: Coke or Pepsi:

136: Hillary or Obama:

135: Burried or cremated:

134: Singing or Dancing:

133: Coach or Chanel:

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks:

131: Small town or Big city:

130: Wal-Mart or Target:

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler:

128: Manicure or Pedicure:

127: East Coast or West Coast:

126: Your Birthday or Christmas:

125: Chocolate or Flowers:

124: Disney or Six Flags:

123: Yankees or Red Sox:

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

122: War:

121: George Bush:

120: Gay Marriage:

119: The presidential election:

118: Abortion:

117: MySpace:

116: Reality TV:

115: Parents:

114: Back stabbers:

113: Ebay:

112: Facebook:

111: Work:

110: My Neighbors:

109: Gas Prices:

108: Designer Clothes:

107: College:

106: Sports:

105: My family:

104: The future:

[ Last time I ]

103: Hugged someone:

102: Last time you ate:

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile:

100: Cried in front of someone:

99: Went to a movie theater:

98: Took a vacation:

97: Swam in a pool:

96: Changed a diaper:

95: Got my nails done:

94: Went to a wedding:

93: Broke a bone:

92: Got a peircing:

91: Broke the law:

90: Texted: hour ago

[ MISC ]

89: Who makes you laugh the most:

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is:

87: The last movie I saw:

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most:

85: The thing im not looking forward to:

84: People call me:

83: The most difficult thing to do is:

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket:

81: My zodiac sign is:

80: The first person i talked to today was:

79: First time you had a crush:

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from:

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking:

76: Right now I am talking to:

75: What are you going to do when you grow up:

74: I have/will get a job:

73: Tomorrow:

72: Today:

71: Next Summer:

70: Next Weekend:

69: I have these pets:

68: The worst sound in the world:

67: The person that makes me cry the most is:

66: People that make you happy:

65: Last time I cried:

64: My friends are:

63: My computer is:

62: My School:

61: My Car:

60: I lose all respect for people who:

59: The movie I cried at was:

58: Your hair color is:

57: TV shows you watch:

56: Favorite web site:

55: Your dream vacation:

54: The worst pain I was ever in was:

53: How do you like your steak cooked:

52: My room is:

51: My favorite celebrity is:

50: Where would you like to be:

49: Do you want children:

48: Ever been in love:

47: Who’s your best friend:

46: More guy friends or girl friends:

45: One thing that makes you feel great is:

44: One person that you wish you could see right now:

43: Do you have a 5 year plan:

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die:

41: Have you pre-named your children:

40: Last person I got mad at:

39: I would like to move to:

38: I wish I was a professional:

[ My Favorites ]

37: Candy:

36: Vehicle:

35: President:

34: State visited:

33: Cellphone provider:

32: Athlete:

31: Actor:

30: Actress:

29: Singer:

28: Band:

27: Clothing store:

26: Grocery store:

25: TV show:

24: Movie:

23: Website:

22: Animal:

21: Theme park:

20: Holiday:

19: Sport to watch:

18: Sport to play:

17: Magazine:

16: Book:

15: Day of the week:

14: Beach:

13: Concert attended:

12: Thing to cook:

11: Food:

10: Restaurant:

- Italianies. But there's waaaay too many fine restaurants with endless cuisines.

9: Radio station:

- Hitz.fm / Spotify playlist.

☆ 8: Yankee candle scent:

7: Perfume:

Jo Malone / scents of warm vanilla, nutty-spice.

6: Flower:

- Baby's breath, roses & i just love flowers.

5: Color:

- Black, a spectrum of blue/red/green, silver - metallics and pastels.

4: Talk show host:

- Jimmy Fallon!

3: Comedian:

- I don't have one. Love jokes though.

2: Dog breed:

- Siberian huskies / Huskies all the way.

1: Did you answer all these truthfully?

- Yes.

[seleuss]

SELEUSS - Local Yelp Seattle - Who Wants Chocolate?

As a small company, we are delighted and excited every time we get a mention in the local press. We didn’t even know until after the fact, that we were on The Local Yelp Seattle’s list, as 1 of the 8 places they recommend for chocolates on Valentine’s Day! :D  Link Below:

Source:  https://www.yelp.com/local_yelp/9OLslnqRsktd_Scwg6ziPg 

Who wants chocolate? 🙋💕

The Local Yelp - Seattle

Let’s face it: Valentine’s Day is a great excuse to buy chocolate––for a friend, for more than a friend, or as a gift to yourself. (You know you deserve it.) Here are eight local spots that will make you melt.

Here is the full list of the 8 local chocolate companies that Local Yelp had recommended.  Although all 8 companies offer chocolates, everyone is different in their own unique way and we recommend you try them all on a self guided chocolate tour around Seattle :D

1.  SELEUSS Chocolates:   Downtown, 1910 1st Ave, Seattle, WA

www.yelp.com/biz/seleuss-chocolates-seattle

www.seleusschocolates.com     www.seleuss.com 

Brynn E. wrote: “This is exceptionally good chocolate and absolutely worth seeking out. I keep a bar of the dark chocolate at work to enjoy a small nibble with my coffee... If you intend to spoil yourself peruse the selection of inventive truffles.” 

2.  Intrigue Chocolate & Coffeehouse:   Capitol Hill, 1520 15th Ave, Seattle, WA

https://www.yelp.com/biz/intrigue-chocolate-and-coffeehouse-seattle-2

www.intriguechocolate.com

Erin C. wrote: “I have finally discovered the perfect mocha order: cinnamon and vanilla mocha. Kind of like horchata meets warm coffee cuddles meets perfect Sunday afternoon vibes.”

3.  Seattle Chocolates:   1180 Andover Park W, Seattle, WA

https://www.yelp.com/biz/seattle-chocolate-seattle-2

www.seattlechocolate.com 

Vivian K. wrote: “A friend and I did the group tour... educated on where cacao trees are grown and how they are harvested. Soon after we got to explore the chocolate factory to witness the process of how their chocolates were made... There were so many samples available!”

4.  Indi Chocolate:   Downtown, 1901 Western Ave, Seattle, WA

https://www.yelp.com/biz/indi-chocolate-seattle

www.indichocolate.com 

Marie B. wrote: “I've had drinking chocolate, but never sipping chocolate... like a warm pot de creme or pudding. Consuming this pretty much took up my sweet quota! Best to share with that special someone. Today it was an indulgent treat for me, myself, and I.”

5.  The Chocolate Box (now: Simply Seattle): 1523 6th Ave, Seattle, WA

https://www.simplyseattle.com/ 

Jessica G. wrote: “What an awesome way to both get your wine and chocolate fix and support local business... I was far too delighted by the amount of sweets I had with my wine, but the aroma coming from the coffee bar was absolutely delectable!”

6.  Chocolat Vitale:   6257 3rd Ave NW, Seattle, WA

https://www.yelp.com/biz/chocolat-vitale-seattle

www.chocolatvitale.com

Gisselle L. wrote: “This place is truly a gem. Love their hot chocolate. I've gotten their 65% and 72% hot chocolate and they were delicious. European style so they were rich and full of flavor.”

7.  Chukar Cherries:   Downtown, 1529 Pike Pl, Seattle, WA

https://www.yelp.com/biz/chukar-cherries-seattle-2

www.chukar.com

Matt U. wrote: “These guys specialize in chocolate covered cherries... Chukkar cherries are the heavenly offspring of multiple different types of chocolates and the beautiful fruit that so delicately hangs from cherry trees in the Yakima Valley.”

8.  Seattle Fudge:   Lower Queen Anne, 305 Harrison St, Seattle, WA

https://www.yelp.com/biz/seattle-fudge-seattle

www.seattlefudge.com

Olivere C. wrote: “Their fudge is amazing! It's not too sweet, not bitter... it was perfect. We also had chocolate ice cream which is just as amazing as their fudge... it's like they had blended chocolate shaving into it.”

[twocoursemeal-blog]

TCM Eats: Picco

Picco (South End)

Picco is a restaurant that has been on the TCM list for some time. Though it often came up as an option when we’re figuring out where to go for dinner, it always got vetoed as being too far for our current energy level, or for the weather being too poor to showcase the restaurant’s ice cream. Finally, on a sunny day wandering around Boston, we decided the time had come, and we ventured out to the South End in search of air conditioning, a couple pizzas, and a sundae to top things off.

We ate:

Small Prosciutto, Vidalia Onion & Asparagus Pizza

Small Sausage, Fennel & Ricotta Pizza

Dark Chocolate Brownie Sundae (Vanilla / Raspberry Chip ice cream)

Matt’s Thoughts

We’d been saving our first TCM visit to Picco for quite some time. Angela had been waxing poetic about the ice cream, and it was enough of a trip that we decided to wait until we could pair Picco with a warm day. Well, Sunday 4/16 was that day (85ºF and sunny, God bless), and we voyaged out. We’d had a pleasant homemade brunch earlier, so we ended up at Picco just before 4pm for some not-quite-lunch not-quite-dinner (Linner? Dupper? Idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ [side note: I’m eternally thankful for heretofore unknown internet gems like https://www.copyshrug.com/]). It was a beautiful day, and we hoped to beat what was sure to be a formidable dinner crush.

This was my first time walking into Picco (having never seen the interior before) and I was pleasantly surprised at how well they’d handled the interior decor - old school pizza parlor/soda jerk aesthetic with just the right smell. We were hungry, and we were excited to eat pizza that was described on the menu as “WELL DONE with some CHAR [sic].” We were… disappointed.

After a bit of waffling on what we’d choose, we finally went with a the Sausage, Fennel & Ricotta pie (which came with a parmesan cream) as well as a Prosciutto, Vidalia Onion & Asparagus pie.

In a fatal moment of oversight on my part, I failed to notice that the prosciutto pie came with a tomato aioli instead of a standard pasta sauce. Angela doesn’t like aiolis much, and to be completely honest, I couldn’t imagine one doing a good job of taking the place of tomato sauce on a pizza, and would have definitely ordered another thing. All the same, they had it on their menu, so it shouldn’t have been too off-key. Except it was, unfortunately. The whole thing was imbalanced across many dimensions - the prosciutto was unevenly distributed across the pie, which was made particularly more difficult to handle because the long slices weren’t cut with the slices of the pie (almost like they’d been added after the pie was cut). The sharpness from the acidic tomato aioli was heightened from the cheese blend, and what tasted like lemon-marinated asparagus pieces. The large amount of hot aioli was also off putting, and contributed to as unfortunate mushy texture for most bites. For me, the prosciutto was a bit on the bland side, and didn’t offer the necessary fat/rich notes this pizza really needed.

The Sausage, Fennel & Ricotta pizza was one I was more skeptical about - I’m not a huge fan of parmesan in general (I know, I know.) and a parmesan cream sounded like something that might be trying for my palate. All the same, Angela has a great palate and has introduced me to some wonderful new things (read our review of Oak and Rowan to see what I’m talking about), so I decided to give it a shot. It came out looking *beautiful* and I decided to forego the safety of the skin on the roof of my mouth (who needs that stuff anyway?) and took a bite while it was still blisteringly hot. Oof. Something in that hot bite of pizza was full of vinegar, and the hot vinegar whipping through my lungs almost made me cough my pizza onto the table, it was so aggressive. A thoughtful bite later, and I’d honed in on the source as the fennel, which was pickled in a monotone white vinegar brine that had no subtlety or balance I could detect (maybe some of the depth was lost in baking?). It was overpowering, and such a shame, because straight fennel would have been a wonderful balance to the dish with its slightly liquorice, vegetal, crisp-celery flavor and texture. The menu, upon review, definitely did *not* list the fennel as pickled, which made me wonder if maybe they ran out of the fresh stuff and had to substitute? I’m not sure I would have ordered it if I’d known the fennel was pickled, since that seems on paper like an imbalanced choice, but again, Picco should have exercised better discretion in their topping curation.

The crust, however, deserves its own paragraph. This is because Picco’s crust is divine. It absolutely lives up to the advertised “WELL DONE with some CHAR” label, and hits the perfect spot between crispy, chewy, and not too bready. The burnt flavor isn’t overpowering, and lends dark and bitter notes to the pies that would otherwise be missing them. In fact, one of the saddest things was that the toppings on the pizzas we had were so misguided - anything simpler, anything slightly more balanced, and the crust would be good enough to carry it to an “I actively crave this food when I’m not around it” level that would have us traveling back and bringing friends. That is how good the crust is - it almost makes up for all the other shortcomings on the pies.

Still a bit hungry (we understandably did not gorge ourselves on the pizza, though that crust sure did tempt us to), we decided to order a brownie sundae, since that was half the reason we decided to go. Angela wanted vanilla, and she was kind enough to consent to raspberry chip instead of coffee for the second flavor. We were both nervous - our pizza experience had been so subpar, how would the ice cream fare?

The sundae came out in a classic high glass dish with one piece of brownie atop two scoops of ice cream, plus a thin drizzle of hot fudge and a generous dollop of homemade whipped cream. It looked great, and with our spirits lifted, we dug in. It was a pleasant surprise that the whipped cream wasn’t sweetened! This boded well, and I had a bite of the raspberry chip. The raspberry flavor was certainly bright, and the chocolate chips were in the “thin shaved chocolate” style (this cut can overcome the loss of flavor you get when you freeze chocolate by being thin enough to melt quickly in your mouth). The sharpness of the raspberry was exactly what I was hoping for from the ice cream component of the sundae, since I tend to find hot fudge needs a contrast to keep it from being too overpowering. One thing to note was it seemed like the ice cream had been over-churned or churned too quickly, as there were visually and texturally noticeable ice crystals throughout the scoop. The chocolate sauce itself was the star of the show for me - an almost unsweetened and deep bittersweet chocolate fudge that cooled into a wonderful ganache texture after contact with the ice cream. It was unexpected, and played up the overall contrast in the dish (a feature I believe is vital to a good sundae).

Angela’s Thoughts

Picco is a restaurant that I’ve visited a number of times before, and have truly enjoyed every time. They have really interesting pizzas, a fantastic beer selection, and outdoor seating! I’ve gone numerous times for dinner, and I’ve also gone a few times just to have some of their delicious ice cream. We waited for a nice weekend with beautiful weather to make the trek down to the South End. Little did I know, the TCM curse would rear its ugly head again -- restaurants I like are generally much worse on visits where we’re reviewing them for TCM.

We came in during the pre-dinner rush (~3:45PM) to avoid the larger dinner crowds. Though there was outdoor seating, we opted to sit inside, just to have a quick break from the sun. Since we were reasonably dehydrated from walking around outside, we both skipped drinks, and order straight away. Even during the pre-rush, our food took about 20 minutes to arrive; it’s clear that they were making our pizzas to order, so it wasn’t an unacceptable wait.

The sausage, fennel, & ricotta pizza is one of my favorites, so I made sure that we ordered that one. The pizza comes finished with a parmesan cream and chopped fresh herbs. The crust was puffy and had a beautiful well-done char to it, with a slight sourdough taste. The pizza itself had a very sour taste to it, however. It seemed that the fennel that they used on the pizza was pickled; I don’t remember this being the case any other time I’ve had this pizza -- I was expecting fresh fennel, with a crunchy, light sweetness. Separating out the components, the crust was delicious, and the sausage had a nice, spicy flavor to it. Unfortunately, the pickled flavor from the fennel was *very* sharp, and overwhelmed everything else on the pizza. My main regret is not asking whether the fennel was supposed to be pickled.

The Alsatian pizza is another one of my faves, but Matt doesn’t like creme fraiche (one of the toppings on the pizza). We got the prosciutto, vidalia onion & asparagus pizza instead. The pizza is finished with pesto, fresh mozzarella, and tomato aioli. I’m not a person who likes a crapton of toppings on my pizza, so this was overwhelming after a bite or two. Also, with the aioli, pesto, cheese, and oil, the pizza ended up being so heavy and wet that it was unappetizing. I couldn’t bring myself to finish a slice of it; I tore off the (again, *delicious*) crust, and ate that instead. I also ate the prosciutto off the top of my slice, and that was good, too.

After two pizza fails, I was *really* counting on dessert to save the meal. Picco has fantastic ice cream. Their flavors are generally traditional, but rich and well-done. For the end of our meal, we split a dark chocolate brownie sundae, which comes with two scoops of ice cream. I wanted coffee or mocha chip and vanilla, but we got raspberry chip ice cream and vanilla instead. The sundae comes with dark chocolate fudge on the bottom, and is topped with fresh whipped cream.

The raspberry chip was fine, but the berry flavor came off astringent and almost artificial; this is an issue that I tend to have with a lot of raspberry flavored food, though... The vanilla ice cream was nice, and good for cutting through some of the richer chocolate flavors. The brownie itself was very nice, a bit warm and had some nice crunch on the edge pieces and a fudgy center. The fudge had a deep, aggressive chocolate flavor that I really enjoyed; I really wish there had been more of it.

Welp, this is just another time where one of my faves disappointed me during a review. The pizza was notably bad. Though it was executed okay with regards to cooking, the flavors were imbalanced, and nothing really worked. Fortunately, the ice cream sundae was delicious, which pulled the meal out of 2 territory and into a low-3. I am hoping that we went on an off day, but we went at the beginning of dinner service, without a huge crowd; there’s really no good excuse. I can only recommend Picco for their more basic pizzas or perhaps a drink and a dessert after eating somewhere else in the South End.

Overall:

This was a surprisingly disappointing meal at Picco. Both pizzas had fantastically baked crusts, but the toppings were poorly balanced. The shining star of the meal was the brownie sundae. Picco certainly does ice cream and pizza dough right… but toppings, not so much.

We give Picco 3 fudge layers at the bottom of a brownie sundae out of 5.

[meltyrabbit]

All the flavors :3c

IM SO TIRED I ALMOST MADE A POST TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS ONLY TO REMEMBER I HAD TO GO ANSWER IT THROUGH MY ASKS

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

september 8th 2016 when i first met my boyfriend irl

french vanilla: how old are you?

22

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

spain, australia, japan

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

lol my own as in my first language which is lao

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

idk, i barely use any tbh

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

not sure depends on the weather

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

no but i wish :(

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

The Nights Out (Madeon Remix) - Martin Solveig

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

ANYTHING MADE BY PERFUME I LOVE THEM AND ALL THEIR SONGS. THERE ISNT A SONG BY THEM THAT I DISLIKE

cheesecake: what's your zodiac sign?

which one? I’m a leo but for the chinese one, I’m a dog

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

the beach is prettier c:

chocolate chip: what's your most popular post?

some sketch art of a pokemon gijinka that got like 32 notes

bubblegum: books or movies?

i don’t have time for books so i guess movies

pistachio: manga or anime?

ahhh i havent don’t both of these for a while ;____;

salted caramel: favorite movies?

21 Jump Street & Now You See Me

birthday cake: favorite books?

uhhhhh

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

oh boy i haven’t read some in a long time let me get back to you on that

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

its a long list :(

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

history!

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

yes a lovely pupper

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

i made this blog in 2011, but i didn’t start posting till july 31st of that year because my girlfriend at the time wanted me to be active on there

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

overcast pls

black cherry: four words that describe you?

cute gay thirsty meme (I ASKED MY BOYFRIEND TO DESCRIBE ME NO CONTEXT BECAUSE IM BAD AT DESCRIBING MYSELF AND THIS IS WHAT HE CAME UP WITH)

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

reality and money troubles 8))))

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

upbeat pop

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

i don’t really eat much candy since i personally don’t enjoy sweets but i guess mike & ikes since thats what i always eat whenever I’m at the movies

toffee: a card game that you're good at?

CARDFIGHT VANGAURD WHEN MY DECK DIDNT SUCK AS THE GAME RECENTLY CAME OUT

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

ahhhh not really since my stomach hurts when i do, but I’m trying to force myself to eat one in a while ;____;

dark chocolate: turn ons?

biting, ass grabbing, teasing, being treated like a princess & spoiled as so; THATS ALL I CAN THINK OF RN

fudge: turn offs?

bad personal hygiene

peach: how do you relax?

i dont relax, the only escape i can get is sleep lol

praline: a popular book you haven't read yet?

the divergent series

superman: do you like sweaters?

SWEATER PAWS ARE THE BEAT TBH ALSO SO ARE BOYFRIEND’S SWEATERS BUT MINES WONT LET ME HAVE HIS

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

coffee hands down

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

the piano for sure because i always wanted to do covers of songs

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

ALL THE TIME

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

MAKE ALL THEM PORN BOT BLOGS TO STOP FOLLOWING ME

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

these guys: @multifridgeman,  @dricter​,  @thedivinecloud​, @punkyhime​, @kitsunenoko​, @shsl-unmotivated​, @toshiyaargh​ ,@mayhemchild​ IDK WHO ELSE TO TAG I JUST REBLOG A LOT OF YOU GUYS

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

“Boo, you whore."

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

none, i don’t have the patience to paint them

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

a bunch of times after i graduated high school by a lot of my guy friends but they were weird about it so i never followed up on it and an online friend who ended up being my girlfriend for two weeks before i realized i didn’t have mutual feelings for her

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

yeah this nerd @multifridgeman

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

way too often lol

mint: the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

at my old work me and one of my co-workers run past each other to take care of a customer and i accidentally grabbed a handful of his crotch

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

yeah i guess

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

cheesy but to hang out with my boyfriend (/w\)

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

i need them to see so yeah :c

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

coffee and matcha

[velvetloss]

Honestly u can answer all the questions

okay ,,, but you asked for it

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

december 13, 2016 (when I was 17) in my best friend's room, under the covers

french vanilla: how old are you?

22 (& almost a half, jfc) 

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

new york (again), paris, italy 

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

italian or french 

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

the ones that don't hurt animals 

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

indoors

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

no, but I used to play piano badly

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

the entirety of inside by bo burnham, folklore by taylor swift, & Their Playlist bc I'm dumb

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

don't take the money by bleachers, this is me trying by taylor swift, all eyes on me by bo burnhamcheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?pisces sun, leo moon, aquarius rising

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

pool bc I hate not being able to see what's around me (in all aspects of life) 

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?

idk probably a lyric post bc Feelings

bubblegum: books or movies?

movies (usually) lowkey wish tv shows were an option 

pistachio: manga or anime?

neither (sorry) 

salted caramel: favorite movies?

anything john green, booksmart, plan b, ladybird, the florida project, blah blah blah

birthday cake: favorite books?

again, anything john green ,,, also poetry from lora mathis, topaz winters, richard siken, etc.

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

n/a orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

n/a

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

eng / soc / psy / psc

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

yes, a husky named sasha 

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

I created my first tumblr when I was 12 or 13 bc The Outside World and made a new one a year or two ago bc my ex gf was stalking it... & idk - it's just quieter than all of my social media handles bc nobody I know irl follows me on here so I can say whatever I want w virtually no consequences. 

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

sunny w a little rain

black cherry: four words that describe you?

loyal, funny, introspective, creative. 

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

inconsistency, not know where I stand w ppl, disappointing ppl, tests, change, admitting feelings, heights, not being able to switch an outcome 

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

indie, bedroom pop, & alternative 

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

I hate candy.

toffee: a card game that you’re good at?

I don't know any bc my family hates me. 

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

no

dark chocolate: turn ons?

confidence, being slammed against walls, when people do stuff without asking (like kissing / throwing me around a little / flipping me over / straddling me) out of nowhere (obv consent w sex & stuff but like other stuff is so much more fun when it comes out of nowhere), making me laugh, letting me wherey your t-shirts, lip biting, finger sucking, long / consuming making out, biting ,,, also lowkey have a praise kink 

fudge: turn offs?

lukewarm behavior, ppl not knowing how to touch me or just being shy in general, being rude to waiters or service workers, excessive teasing 

peach: how do you relax?

by taking baths, listening to music until I get my feelings out, writing, cuddling / being held 

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?

twilight, the perks of being a wallflower, diary of a wimpy kid, most popular poetry 

superman: do you like sweaters?

no ,,, they're scratchy - love oversized sweatshirts tho 

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

not usually, just pink drinks 

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

piano or electric guitar 

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

yes but never bc I was happy 

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

being able to follow people on numerous side blogs ,,, a better way to find new ppl ,,, literally any aspect of functionality 

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

I don't follow people on here, just aesthetics

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

"get in, loser, we're going shopping."

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

clear nails, black toenails 

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

no ,,, but it's literally my lifelong dream for someone to confess their feelings for me in a super dramatic way ,,, I could literally forgive almost anything if someone did a big gesture or like was standing on my front porch and said they've been in love with me for so long, they don't know how it even started ,,, like I would melt 

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

yes - I get crushes on friends rlly easily & it's annoying 

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

yes but they last like 4-7 hours so do they really qualify? 

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

admit that I have feelings, black out in front of numerous people, call myself a libertarian when I was 16 

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

never had it

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

in their arms (booooo)

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

no but I should

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

moose tracks, chocolate peanut butter, salted caramel 

[pierresonalthoughts]

im feeling like talking about myself to The Void™

so heres a whole ask prompt that im just gonna answer without nobody really asking for it or reading it, actually

ice cream asks

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

when i was 16, bc my best friend had kissed my our two best friends in a party, drunk off champagne, and she surprise gave me a kiss like a week later to keep it even. I answered saying ‘hey, i guess its a nice time to tell u that im gay?’. we laughed, got real awkward and never talked about that again

but if its the actual kiss that i did wanna have + w a boy, it was when i was 17, one week before the college exam for the one im currently in. bc it is technically the most difficult college exam of the country, or at least the one with biggest competition, i was so fckn nervous that i went on a tinder date with some boy who ended up being such a bad kisser, such a bad conversation and an acquaintance to like half my closest friends.

french vanilla: how old are you?

18, but nearly 19

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

germany, japan and england. i used to want to go to USA but with the whole current shituation? nope

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

im trying to learn french, german and japanese so theres those

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

no cosmetics, we die like goblins

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

depends on the mood. i love walking through the outdoors but i literally spent 70% of this semester in my bed, so thats both a reason to favor both options

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

nope, used to want to play guitar but rn ill just sing badly under my breath

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

i have a little playlist of songs that im listening ad nauseum at all times, but rn its either Praying, the whole Melodrama album or the whole Red Velvet new album

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

between two lungs, the only exception, sakura-colored time capsule

cheesecake: what's your zodiac sign?

libra sun, virgo rising and idk my moon or the rest rly

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

pool is p much bootleg beach but i love both. but the whole beach is so good? walking by the shore, the activeness of the water, beach food, the sound of waves, just all in all 10/10

chocolate chip: what's your most popular post?

absolutely this 270k post

bubblegum: books or movies?

with the books i can just savor the story for way more time so books? and i can do it like at random times and places so thats right within my aesthetic whipping out a book at random moments.

but i both wish i had time to read in my shit rushed life and i definitely need more money to spend on actual books. so i end up watchin more movies since i can just watch it at 3am and with some easy pirating

pistachio: manga or anime?

same feelings about books vs movies

salted caramel: favorite movies?

i dont even know really

birthday cake: favorite books?

probably the hitchhiker series, but i love me some classical lit like jane austen and machado de assis

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

i love kuragehime with my life, mob psycho with my soul and jojo (parts 4,6,7) with my full love for extraness

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

oh man, im going for the ones that made the most impressions on me, like ouran, madoka, bokurano, katanagari, nichijou and psycho pass

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

like all? i shit you not that i liked all my subjects in high school and now in engineering college, i loved algorithms and data structures

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

nope but i rly want a cat

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

a friend of mine convinced me to read homestuck right after cascade, and when i read it i started following the updates here. so, since october/2011? the truly darkest times of this site. i remember seeing a full episode of doctor who in a 200 gifs gifset when photosets had no image limitation

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

i wanna say cloudy weather but that just makes me depressed. but i love when its raining enough to streets go empty but not enough to it being fully inconvenient when you have an umbrella, bc it makes for the most aesthetic strolls under a nice umbrella, with only my thoughts and music, and protected from the elements

black cherry: four words that describe you?

gay nerd depressed and supportive, i guess

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

my life, all the things i need to do and the possibility of stopping being good at the only things im good at

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

i really cant find a pattern on my music taste so idk

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

i absolutely sold my soul to Fini, not even a question

toffee: a card game that you're good at?

ill kick anyones ass in Uno and ill kick my own ass in solitaire

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

yes im one of the few people i know that eats the breakfast from my college cafeteria, but thats mostly bc breakfast food is a loophole in my hundreds of picky eating no-nos

dark chocolate: turn ons?

any boy with piercings gets instant +3 on my 1-10 scale and im a sucker for perfume

fudge: turn offs?

general shitty personality, smoking and i guess i still have some fatphobia to deconstruct too

peach: how do you relax?

haha i dont. but i guess watching anime, scrolling through this hellsite, listening to some tunes, walking around aimlessly and making a cocoon out of myself in my bed count

praline: a popular book you haven't read yet?

im so out of touch with the current trends that i cant even say what i havent read

superman: do you like sweaters?

im living in hoodies for the last month or so but the general weather here is not exactly sweater weather and my hometown only goes from 25-31 celsius everyday of the year

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

i hate tea and most of my liquid intake is in coffee with milk

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

the piano i guess

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

ofc, either with videos in the interwebs and with my friends

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

a more efficient use of internet data when in mobile, bc good god im losing my life waiting for things to load

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

i love every webcomic that i follow

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

“too gay to function” is absolutely an accurate definition of me tbh

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

no color and 6/10 were bit off

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

indirectly by a girl friend i had in my school, and by my bestfriend’s brother this may

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

hahahaha im pretty sure i had at least four painfully hopeless and debilitating crushes on straight boys ever since 2013

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

my sleeping schedule is so fucked up that i just pass out in the middle of the morning, afternoon or night, so thats both naps and my actual hours of sleep

mint: the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

hahaha nope, not unearthing any memories, nope, thank you

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

no

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

i wanna be home, in fortaleza

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

yea, ever since i was 5 and i cant see shit without them

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

neapolitan, cream and theres an ice cream shop in my hometown that has a lemon pie flavor that actually sent my soul to heaven