#literally asked them if they could just shoot me instead t b h

[rosicheeks]

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[cursestothemoon]

Hi! I love your writing and wanted to request some headcannons of Fred falling for and eventually dating Rons female best friend, so like two-ish years younger than him?

let me tell you i love this idea.

ok

i think up until like

honestly

your sixth year

fred would think of you as this little dorky girl who was always spending way too much time with his little dorky brother

also for the sake of the story Volde-BITCH isn't around

anyway

so fred's been out of Hogwarts for a year now

ron and the gang 😤 just graduated

and everyone is spending the summer at the burrow

Harry has already arrived and him and Ron are hanging out in the living room waiting for you and hermione to show up

Fred and George have closed shop for the week because it's the first week of summer and since hogwarts is out, foot traffic slows a bit

so it's a big ole' weasley sibling party in the living room

and george can't help but make fun of how fast ron shoots up out of his seat when a knock is heard

"Oi, Granger's here lads..."

"He's in love Georgie"

Fred and George were having a field day to say the least

"How much you wanna bet mum'll find them snagging within the next twelve hours?"

"Fred?"

"Freddie?"

Fred has gone silent

George turns to look at his brother and see why he is suddenly unresponsive, he finds Fred with his eyebrows up and mouth slightly agape

he then follows his gaze to the front door where Ron is and Harry are standing, talking to Hermione and a very grown up you

of course you are standing there looking h o t 🙄

you're wearing the tiniest pair of short denim shorts with a black belt cinched at your waist and a thin, ribbed tank top that looks like you've cut jaggedly to cover your boobs and the top of your abdomen

your hair looks freshly done, soft, and fred is willing to bet it probably smells amazing

George can't help but chuckle at his twins lovestruck expression, all for a girl he once nicknamed grindylow

"We shouldn't' be rude, lets go say hi freddie."

the smirk playing on george's lips has fred sending him a glare before he stands up

only he failed to realize you were making your way over to him to say hi

fred stands up and immediately knocks into something, or someone, and stumbles back onto the couch seat he had been sitting on just seconds prior

only this time the person he bumped into comes down with him

you can imagine Fred's surprise when he realizes his hands are on your hips and you have fallen onto his lap

both of you are kinda flustered honestly but youre playing it a lot cooler

"Y/n! You've grown- I mean you got bigger- oLDER...how've you been?"

"I've been good, Freddie. How's the shop?"

"It's gre-"

"you little grindylow, i would like one of those greetings too."

george cuts off his brother and fred swears he could turn him into a slug right then and there but instead he scowls as George quite literally picks you up from his lap and twirls you around

his expression lightens upon hearing your giggles but only slightly

pretty soon you're stolen away by hermione, ron, harry, and ginny much to fred's chagrin

ok to say that fred is having an internal battle would be an understatement

you used to be this little kid who was dorky and a shy

and now you have b o o b s

and this c o n f i d e n c e

that is just pulling him to you

george calls it love

fred calls him a dummy

imagine him walking up one morning and just glancing out his window

nothing out of the ordinary

only instead of seeing a still lake and calm meadow like usual

he sees you in a teeny red bikini, your hair pulled up out of your face, and your neck and chest glistening with a mixture of water and sweat

he quite literally chokes on his spit

"shut. the. fuck. up."

george is not happy to be awoken by fred's coughing

"it's just a bathing suit you wanker"

it is with lightening speed fred gets dressed and ready to join you guys by the lake

both of you will be drooling of each other and the best part is neither of you would realize the other one was doing the same

literally everyone catches on

since then everyone tries to force you two to be near each other

the table needs setting?

looks like you and fred are the ones for the job

there is a seat open next to fred on the couch?

every other spot would be filled before you even entered the room so you'd have to sit next to fred

obviously you guys start talking more

turn out you have a lot in common

and one night while he's laying in his childhood bedroom, thinking, he's like 'oh shit. im in love"

fred's never been the quiet type

and he's a fairly confident guy

so he works out a plan to tell you his feelings

hopefully it ends up with you two dating

fred can only hope right

so he pulls you aside the day before he and george have to go back to their flat and reopen the shop

you don't know what to think of it because he looks beyond serious

which is always worrying

"you wanna sit outside to talk instead?"

you asked after he kept getting interrupted by the loud talking coming from the kitchen

and what he meant to say was "i'd love to"

instead what came out was

"i love you."

"you...what"

it's all a whole blushing mess between the two of you

and to make it even better Harry and George heard the whole thing

george can barely breathe with how hard he's laughing and harry has a pained look on his face

seeing all this fred decides his best option is to flee

so he gets up to walk away

move out of the country

whichever

but you stop him

"I love you too, Fred."

when i tell you everyone stops

george and harry are silent

fred is not moving

and you are so nervous you can barely look up to even see if he's looking at you

but don't worry

fred strides over to you, titles your head up with his hand, and then pULLS YOU IN FOR A KISS

george and harry are dumbfounded

they are standing there just 😮

so you guys are dating now :)

aW how cute

ron is NOT a fan

but only at first

he does not like the idea of his best friend dating his older brother

but he gets over it fast

mostly because of hermione

she ships it aggressively

so does ginny

oK

SO

WAIT LET'S GET INTO THE RELATIONSHIP A LITTLE

FRED IS CONSTANTLY TEASING YOU ABOUT HOW YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN HIM

HE CALLS YOU BABY BECAUSE OF IT

or he'll make jokes about he's so much more mature and how he's such an adult

"you own a joke shop"

"are you even old enough to own a business yet?"

hes so annoying 🙄

but you guys love each other so much 🥺

and im fresh out of ideas and it's late so

enjoy this

:)

tags:

@siriusement

@amourtentiaa

@vsawyer1989​

@lifeofkaze

@theorangedrummer

@erinruby003

@famdomhideout

@an2402lths

@escapingrealitybyreading

@readyg0erge

@maybesandohnos

@therealhouseelvesofhogwarts

@onlyfreds-ficrecs

@fullofsourgrapes

[isthisthingeven0n]

who let the kids in? : j.w

brief summary: whilst filming an episode of jeffs barbershop, jeff has an unexpected visitor, or three - his wife and kids who are filming for their family channel 

word count: 1.4k requested:  yes by a sweet anon, i hope you like it b! warnings: literally none, it’s all fluff 

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

m y  e t s y  s h o p

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

“Mommy, mommy!” You rolled over as you felt a tug on the blanket barely covering your legs. “Mommy, I’m hungry.” 

Opening your eyes, a yawn left your lips as you sat upright, seeing Jeff fast asleep beside you with the majority of the blanket over him. 

“Hey sweetie,” You smile brightly, trying to fight back the urge to lie down as you swing your legs over the egde of the bed whilst your daughter giggles. “fancy some breakfast, huh?” 

Your little girl holds her hand out for you to take as you follow her out from your bedroom, leaving your husband to sleep in as you head down the stairs and into the kitchen. 

“What’d you feel like this morning then Maisie?” You kneel down to your daughters level, her brunette hair losely tied back with a scrunchie as she sways from side to side. 

Following her gaze, she points over to the box of coco pops. “Can I have those, please?” She asks so sweetly it melts your heart. 

As you prepare her breakfast, you hum to yourself. “Looks like you started the day without us?” Jeff walks in with your son in his arms, cradling his head against his shoulder. 

“Daddy!” Maisie abandons her breakfast as she runs over to Jeff, wrapping her arms around his legs. 

“You gonna say hi to your brother?” Jeff asks as he kneels down, shifting Jasper to face Maisie who gently reaches out for Jaspers closed palm. 

“Hi, Jaspy.” She whispers, unaware of you filming snippets of these moments for your channel. “Come on, Mommys making breakfast!” Maisie looks up to Jeff who raises an eyebrow as he rises to his feet, walking over to kiss you good morning. 

“When did you get up?” Jeff asks you as he sets Jasper down in his cot, cooing him as he squirms momentarily. 

A loud yawn leaves your lips as Jeff glances over his shoulder, chuckling to you. “About 6? Maisie came in wanting breakfast and you looked so sleepy.” You admit as you wrap your arms around Jeff’s waist, resting your head on his chest as you feel his chest rise and fall with laughter.

“Last nights activities wore me out, babe.” He whispers, unaware of you rolling your eyes before pulling away. “Are you alright to go to the park without me today?” 

You nod in response, heading over to the coffee machine. “You shooting today?” 

Passing Jeff a coffee, he inhales the steam. “Yeah, we’re doing American Psycho, few different guests coming in.” Jeff explains as you take your own coffee, enjoying the brief moment of quiet whilst Maisie eats her breakfast and Jasper naps. 

And before you can close your eyes and enjoy the peace, Jasper begins to cry and Maisie has finished her breakfast, holding the bowl up above her head to prove it’s empty. “No, Maisie!” Jeff is too slow to move as droplets of milk land in Maisie’s hair, and she starts crying. “Oh baby, there’s no point crying over some spilt milk.” He sighs, picking her up whilst you go see to Jasper. 

Swaying gently with Jasper in your arms, you glance around at the clock. “Jeff,” You speak up as Jeff rises the last of the milk from Maisie’s hair. “you gotta go ready, you can’t be late to your own show.” You remind him as he wears a guilty expression. 

“Are you,” He doesn’t even have to finish as you nod, waving him off. “thank you, babe.” He kisses you sweetly before rushing up the stairs whilst you pick up your camera, stopping the recording for the meantime whilst you get the kids ready for the day ahead. 

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“Is Daddy working, Mommy?” Maisie asks as you walk with the pushchair in front of you, Maisie standing on the platform at the back whilst the cover is concealing Jasper from the bright sunshine. 

Nearing the park, you can see kids already playing and laughing. “He is sweetie, that’s why Nerf isn’t joining us on our outting today.” You explain. 

See, Maisie doesn’t fully understand what you and Jeff do for work. All she understands is that Jeff goes off to film things whilst you’re able to film at home most of the time alongside him. Your YouTube channel isn’t the typical family vlogging type, you include snippets of your kids within your day instead of having it revolve around them. 

“Could we go visit Daddy after we play?” Maisie suggests as you push open the gate and she climbs down. 

You pause for a moment, wondering if the content Jeff will be filming is something Maisie could see or not. Then again, she’s been on set when Jeff films countless times, and all the crew love her and Jasper, but then again some are too high to fully notice. 

“We’ll see, baby.” You tell her as she runs off, leaving you with Jasper as you take a seat on a bench with your laptop, importing footage to roughly edit whilst Maisie plays in the enclosed park. 

An hour passes by and you check your phone, seeing Jeff has texted you to say he’s almost finishing filming for the day. 

“Mais, come on baby!” You call out as Maisie waves to some friends she made whilst you sort Jasper out as she skips over to you with a bright smile, her eyes glowing just like her Dad’s. 

“Can we go see Daddy now?” Maisie asks once more, and you nod, knowing you can’t so not to her, and Jeff will have a harder time saying no to his little girl. 

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“Okay, but you gotta be quiet, yeah?” You mumble to Maisie as you stand in the lift and she nods, pressing her finger to her lips and shushes herself whilst you take your camera out. 

As you exit the lift, your conversation seems to have left Maisie’s mind as she runs across the corridor to the front door. She knocks loudly, and before you can catch up with the pram, the door opens and Maisie is in. 

“What the?” You struggle to hold your smile as you peer through the front door, seeing Jeff stood covered in fake blood whilst Maisie is at his feet, gripping his legs. 

“Hi Daddy,” Maisie giggles. “you look funny.” 

“Who let my kid in?” Jeff calls out, looking to the crew who shrug their shoulders. 

“Might’ve been me.” Jonah admits, holding his hand up whilst Scott remains seated, looking at your daughter as he waves sweetly to her. 

Walking in, you smile sheepishly as one of the cameras is facing you. “Hey, babe.” You speak up as you lift Jasper from his pram, walking over and your eyes widen at the sight you’re greeted with. “What the actual fluff?” You ask, covering your mouth with one hand whilst the other cradles Jasper. 

“It’s American Psycho baby, gotta go all or nothing.” Jeff holds his hands up in defence whilst you chuckle. 

“Hey Scott,” You wave and Scott nods to you. 

“Want me to mind Jasper for a minute?” Scott suggests and you nod gratefully, passing your son across to one of his many Uncles as Scott hums one of his tunes to your son. 

“Daddy,” Maisie holds her arms up to Jeff, making those grabby hands. 

“Oh come on, princess.” Jeff chuckles as he bends down, picking Maisie up as you go to protest, watching as her dress is covered in fake blood. “Oh,” Jeff sighs, realising what has happened as you huff.

“Jeff,” You drag his name out, yet Maisie giggles at the marks covering her pink dress. 

“Mommy I’m just like Daddy!” Maisie states proudly, and Jeff raises an eyebrow to you. 

“You got all this, right?” You glance over your shoulder to Jonah who nods, having taken your camera once you came in as Jasper woke up. 

“Wanna go sort Jasper out whilst I wrap up?” Jeff suggests and you nod. 

“Come on Mais,” You call out, but Jeff shakes his head. “you can’t finish filming with Maisie covered in fake blood, the media will have a field day, Jeff.” You remind him as you hold your hand out and he lowers Maisie back to the ground. 

“Go on, go to Mommy, sweetie.” Jeff motions to Maisie as she rushes over to your side. “I love you babe!” Jeff calls out sheepishly as you chuckle, walking away from the set. 

“I love you too.” You call out, sometimes wondering what you got yourself into all those years ago. 

[presumenothing]

FICTOBER 2020 – PROMPTS #01 TO #05 – WTNV/FMA AU – GEN, NO WARNINGS

📻 PREVIOUSLY ON: episode one – pilot

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“NO, COME BACK, said the spider to the fly, but we all know how the rest of that story goes.

“Welcome to Resembool.”

“TODAY, THERE IS THIS: a story about someone.

“This information is less helpful than you might think. All stories are about someone, in the singular or plural or uncountable. It’s what makes them stories, instead of disparate collections of facts and events loosely coiled about some narrative anchor.”

“HERE, THEN, are the particular someones this story concerns itself with – a man who is not large, and a man who is not small.

“Of course, this is only one way of describing them, and not even the one most people might use. Truth is not often equivalent to relevance, but for the purposes of this story it is close enough anyway.

“The man who is not large sits at a desk with a phone. The scene is not much different to anyone else sitting at a desk with a phone, and indeed not much different from his usual behaviour at all, except that he is frowning.

“This is, in turn, because his calls are not getting through.”

“AT THIS MOMENT, the man who is not small arrives. There is very little in common in the way of physical appearance between these two men, save for the possibility that if you ignore everything else about the situation, you might quite understandably think that both of their faces are made for smiling.

“Neither one is smiling now. The man who is not small crouches a little when entering the room, as some people who are not small are wont to do. No luck, sir? he asks.

“No luck, the man who is not large agrees, but not in a way that is frustrated.

“Or rather – it is true that he is frustrated, but that is not the most relevant thing. He taps his fingers, looks to the ceiling, and thinks.”

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“WE CUT BRIEFLY AWAY from this story to the community classifieds.

“Item: Curtis Butchers is looking to hire an additional staff. The job requires comfort around cleavers and other large knives, but not butchery experience since you will find yourself learning rapidly on the job, and anyway that’s the easy part. What’s the hard part? Wouldn’t you like to know. To apply, head down to the store and challenge one person to arm wrestling. Who you choose will be the first part of your interview. Good luck!

“Item: Ice-cream truck found in the parking lot of Dark Owl Records, vacant but in good condition. If this is yours, contact Rebecca Catalina, owner of Dark Owl Records. If this is not yours, but you are interested, maybe contact her anyway. She has some interesting ideas about a joint venture of sorts.”

“AND FINALLY – item: Base to Phoenix, town square, ten o’clock. That’s… literally all this last sheet of paper says. No clue what that’s about, but doubtless the recipient must have understood the message anyway.

“This has been the community classifieds.”

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“AND NOW, WE RETURN TO the story at hand.

“…so I figured it was worth a try, the man who is not large is saying to the man who is not small. I have a theory that– never mind, we’ll know if it’s true or not based on how this pans out.

“The man who is not small does not say anything aloud in response to this statement. The contemplative silence is uncharacteristic of him, or at least how people usually perceive him, but then again everything they are doing now is uncharacteristic of how people usually perceive them.”

“PERCEPTION, AS IT HAPPENS, can often be neither relevant nor true.

“He’s going to kill me if this actually goes through, the man who is not large remarks, in a manner all too cavalier for such a comment. Ringing him up just to talk his ear off.

“That didn’t stop you before, the man who is not small observes.

“The man who is not large laughs. It really hasn’t, yeah. But who wouldn’t be happy to hear my dulcet tones? Or, more importantly… the news of my beloved wife and lovely daughter!”

“THE MAN WHO IS NOT SMALL studies the stack of photographs that have been thrust in his face. She really is growing up well, he says, and this impression at least is true if not particularly relevant.

“Although it is very relevant to the man who is not large, judging by the breadth of his grin. You’re a good man, Major. Ever consider having kids yourself?”

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“LET’S PAUSE HERE AND TAKE A LOOK at traffic.

“There is a woman. We will call her Emma, and I won’t tell you if that is her real name – or more accurately I can’t, for reasons that will soon become clear.

“Emma came to this town just over two years ago, bringing only her daughter with her. Old Woman Pinako, smoking a pipe on her porch near the car lot, would see her arrival and think privately that it seemed more like a fleeing.

“Then she would extinguish her pipe and come forward to offer assistance anyway. They would not form any kind of instant trust, because Old Woman Pinako had been right in her guess, but both are practical women, in the way that you tended to get when you are adjacent to someone who practices alchemy.”

“BUT THAT WAS THE PAST. This is now.

“Now, Emma listens to the radio, hears about the newcomers to town, and worries. Her daughter is older, now, and I will tell you nothing about her either, besides that she has brown braids and blue eyes and a smile like the sun. Sometimes, she plays happily with the dog that welcomes her at Rockbell Automail, like Den reminds her of a family pet she was too young to remember.

“Sometimes, out the corner of Emma’s eye, her daughter bears a different form, like she is not sure what shape she should have when no one is looking. Sometimes it reminds her of the shadowed shapes she saw in the basement lab, the ones her husband only smiled about when she asked, scared and desperate and furious: you did this? Is this also what you’re planning to do to me, to N–

“And so Emma wonders if she got them away from her husband quickly enough, and worries if the newcomers are looking to bring her back. If they suspect what her husband, the alchemist, had been trying to do.”

“THE GENERAL ANSWER TO ALL OF THESE QUESTIONS is that she did what she had to, and will continue to do so. The specific answers are yes, probably no, and no.

“The real answer is that none of these answers will be enough to reassure her, but at least they might help.

“This has been traffic. And now, the weather.”

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“SO THAT’S THE WEATHER FORECAST FOR this coming week, but perhaps there was something you were more keen to hear about. A phone call, perhaps.

“Alas, listeners, I’m afraid I don’t much news for you on that front. You see, there are municipal regulations requiring enclosed booths around payphones to prevent undue weather damage to the equipment. As such, when the phone in the town square rang at ten, and a man stopped to answer it, there was a door he could pull closed behind him.

“However, the regulations say nothing about making the booth proof against eavesdropping, only rain, and so some parts of his words still drifted out anyway, stolen snatches of half a conversation: why did we let you choose the codenames? and yes, Eagle is fine, just itching to shoot something and I’ll report in as soon as I have something to–

“THIS LAST PART is said with forehead pressed against glass, eyes scanning the darkened streets outside, and presumably this is related to the way he stops suddenly, mid-sentence. A hurried murmur, too low to even guess at, and then he is hanging up and stepping out, pushing the door open.

“Who’s there? the man asks, measured in the way of someone who expects to be answered, and the words do not hang suspended in the night for long before a figure steps out of the shadows, hood drawn down around his shoulders.”

“THE MAN’S STANCE changes completely: he stiffens, and his tone is no longer measured when he says Marcoh? What are you doing here?

“It’s Mauro, the Sheriff replies, pulling his customary hood back up, and I could ask you the same thing, Lieutenant Colonel.

“It’s Colonel, actually, the man corrects, but not in a way that is actually meant to be a correction. I told everyone when we first arrived, it’s just for surveillance.

“The Sheriff says nothing, but the silence is loud enough anyway: that answer was unacceptable, try again.

“They’re planning something, and this town is standing in their way. Either it submits, or– you know what they’ll do. I can’t let that happen again, he finishes with an urgency that makes the words sound true, and relevant, and completely opaque to anyone else.”

“BUT THAT IS ONLY TO BE EXPECTED. This has been a story about someone, after all, none of which are us, and just because something is true and relevant to you does not guarantee that you will understand it at all.

“Stay tuned next for the crackling jingle of a blue truck parked by a records store, and the worried weight of a mother tucking her daughter in while wondering what will come tomorrow.

“Good night, Resembool. Good night.”

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📻 TODAY’S PROVERB:

There are many things in this world worth an arm and a leg. If it’s not your own, at least.

(AO3)

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happy inaugural fma day to me, and yes i’m celebrating it by putting out 100% self-indulgent content that is only borderline recognisable as fma because i can!! this also serves as a somewhat nonstandard fill to the first five fictober prompts, one for each section of the episode. i had to contort pretzels around myself putting some of them in, but it was a fun challenge anyway

this episode’s weather (which is arbitrarily decided by which 80s song is currently stuck in my head) was “eye in the sky” by the alan parsons project

characters introduced this episode, for those keeping score at home: maes as the man who is not large (who codenamed roy and riza as phoenix and eagle respectively for this op), alex as the man who is not small, curtis butchers as big rico’s, rebecca catalina as michelle nguyen, ex-mrs tucker pseudonym emma and nina as alive and well because to hell with shou tucker, and last but not least – marcoh as the sheriff of night vale, just because

[theartofbeinganeldar]

The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 6

Summary: After discovering that you were stuck in Middle-Earth, Thranduil summoned a council of powerful Elves and wizards to see what should be done with you, expressing his wishes of wanting you out of his kingdom. The council decides to send you with Legolas on an orc-hunting mission, and if the Elves of the company that he deems trustworthy-- one of them being his own wife-- say that you've proven yourself worthy of staying among the Mirkwood Elves, then you can stay. The problem is actually managing to succeed...

Chapter No.: Chapter 6

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color [lad/lass/y-o]= lad/laddie, lass/lassie, young one

Notes: So, I have finished the Silmarillion, and may I just say, wow. I have a whole new understanding of Middle-Earth. It's amazing and inspiring. I do miss Maedhros and Maglor already though... Now, I've finished Beren and Luthien and started The Children of Hurin next in my quest to read every book on Middle-Earth that there is, written, of course, by the Tolkiens.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused,  Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir LIVES, au to where some of the Feanorians lived, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Maedhros x Fingon, Maglor x OC, Thorin x OC maybe Bilbo you won't know for awhile, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

Instead of Blue-Eyes meeting you by Starlight, it was Erestor, instead. Aside from the one time you'd spoken to him with Haldir, asking him about other continents (Which, it turned out, you'd misunderstood. Beleriand had sunk, and so had Numenor and Tol Eressea, and no one but the Eldar could reach Aman anymore.), you hadn't spoken to him.

He was an older Elf, kind of intimidating, with a bird-like demeanor and an expression that said Don't fuck with me.

So yeah, you were kinda surprised.

Still, you bowed in the Elvish fashion. "Len Suilon, Erestor. Ci maer?"

"Suilad. Ni maer, [Y/N]," He assured nonchalantly. "A gin?"

"Ni maer eithro." You looked around nervously, hoping Blue-Eyes would pop out of nowhere and save you from a further conversation in what would probably be your poor Sindarin with an age-old Elf. "So, her majesty chose me for this scouting mission, eh?"

"Indeed," Erestor inclined his head. "Your Elvish improves, if slowly. You do not hesitate in your greetings anymore."

"Thank you, sir."

"Come, and lead Starlight along," Said Erestor unfairly regally, and sailed majestically away. "Have you been practicing your swordplay diligently? You may need it."

You nodded as you followed him. "Yes sir. Legolas, Elros, and Lindir have made sure that they split my day into learning Sindarin, weaponry, and even the general Elvish way of being Elvish." You tried not to sound irritated about that. They literally never gave you any free time. Not that you'd brought any books to read, and not that you could read any Elvish, but that wasn't the point.

"Good," Erestor nodded. "What are your strong suits?"

Ah, shit. "Uhm... I can throw a dagger pretty hard? I can probably shoot somebody dead if I'm point blank, but other than that, my aim sucks. I'm somewhat okay with a sword, though, and I prefer two. Why?"

"Curious," Erestor replied all mysteriously, and that was all he said on the matter.

The Elves chosen for the scouting mission-- the Elvenqueen herself, with Blue-Eyes, Haldir, and Elros-- were gathered and speaking amongst themselves, while Thorin and Dwalin next to their very dignified ponies glowered at them. Balin was feeding his own pony an apple, muttering to it kindly. Compared to the Elves, who were naturally tall and lithe, the short and stocky dwarves looked outrageously tiny.

"Ah," The Elvenqueen's attention was on you faster than a supersonic jet's. "You have arrived."

You bowed deeply. "Your majesty." To Haldir, and even to Legolas just to be safe from potential Elvenqueen-wrath-2.0, you added, "My Lords." You turned to Erestor. "I'm sorry I didn't greet you with the title, I forgot what ���my lord’ is in Elvish."

To your surprise, the Elves chuckled. Except for the Elvenqueen, of course. "You need not worry yourself, mellonenin," Elros assured you. "You are still learning."

The Elvenqueen inclined her head. "We leave at once, if all are ready."

There were positive responses throughout, and everyone present mounted up. You caught sight of Lindir coming out of his tent for the morning, and waved; he looked confused, but awkwardly repeated your gesture. "What on Arda are you doing?" Blue-Eyes asked under his breath, like you were embarrassing him.

You snickered. "It's like a 'hi' and 'bye' gesture for when you're out of earshot of someone you know. It's called ‘waving’. Everyone does it where I come from."

"This is not your world, [Y/N]," The Elvenqueen reprimanded firmly. You fought the urge to shrink in on yourself. "If you are going to be a part of it and learn our ways, then you must do so faithfully, leaving everything you know of your world behind you. Your land is nothing but a poison, and I do not want it infecting Middle-Earth. Am I understood?"

"Y-yes ma'am-- your majesty, yes your majesty."

"Good," Said the Elvenqueen, and then she continued giving orders in Elvish, while Thorin purposefully repeated them in dwarvish for Balin and Dwalin, though everyone present spoke fluent English-- Common. For you, Blue-Eyes translated what he could before he was called up to ride beside his mother, so then Elros and Haldir took turns explaining. The whole event left you feeling like a fish out of water.

***

It was around noon when the company halted, which Thorin and Dwalin had been leading on foot, while Balin kept their ponies tied to his own. At first, you assumed, lunch, finally, I'm starving, but instead, you'd stopped because Thorin had found a trail. "Orcs," He said.

Duh, you felt like saying, what else would it be? Bigfoot?

But after the Elvenqueen's earlier lecture, you kept that to yourself.

"Which way do they lead, master dwarf?" The Elvenqueen demanded.

Thorin huffed as he stood. "They go north, but they are heavy from travel. Wherever they came from, it is not from anywhere near the northern borders of Mirkwood or Erebor."

"Where else would they come from?" You blurted out before you could stop yourself. "Are there like orcish towns in the north or something? Maybe we could--”

"There is no such thing," The Elvenqueen snapped.

"The wargs that I had tracked were from Gundabad," Blue-Eyes said calmly, as if that hadn't ever been important information before. "The ones that attacked us on the river, however, were from Mordor."

You leaned over to Haldir as Blue-Eyes continued to speculate. "I'm confused. What's the difference?"

"Gundabad wargs are darker, lithe, and more agile," Haldir told you quietly. "They are more viscous, as well. A Mordor warg is more... Stout, I suppose you could say, and slightly lighter in color."

There was a flash of color before your eyes. Suddenly, you felt as if you were in a clearing of trees, surrounded by people in dark colors, while the sound of howls filled the air, unlike the ones you'd heard before.

These are Gundabad wargs! They will outrun you!

These are Rusteveld rabbits! I'd like to see them try.

You shook your head as you resituated yourself in the saddle. Well, that was sudden... It had been quite a few days since any of the strangely-familiar visions had come to you. You came back to your senses as Dwalin laughed uproarously. "Well, that settles it, then! To Gundabad!"

"Wait just a moment," The Elvenqueen said. "We are not all brash, Master Dwalin. We will go back and retrieve more forces before even thinking of going near Gundabad." With that, she turned her silver mare around and began trotting back, Haldir and Erestor on either side of her. Thorin, Balin, and Dwalin hung back, taking their time getting on their ponies and following after.

"Where's Gundabad?" You asked Legolas quietly; not that it did any good. Elves could hear grass growing on the other side of the continent if they wanted to. "And what is it?"

"It is northwest of here, in a cleft between the mountains," He answered. "It is an old fortress, from the time when the Dunedain first came to Middle-Earth from Numenor, if you remember." You nodded; he'd told you the entire story of the Silmarils and anything that went with it or after. "It was the gate that lead to the Witch-Kingdom of Angmar."

"Lead by the Witch-King..." You finished for him automatically. An eerie echo of a voice filled your mind: No man can kill me. At his impressed look, you scrunched up your face. "And what are you, French? How'd you make that 'h' sound in the middle of the damn word?!" You realized what you said only after you'd said it, and quickly looked to the Elvenqueen to see if she'd heard. If she had, she made no sign of it. "Sorry."

Blue-Eyes patted your back. "It is fine, Sairen, you can speak to me of your world, don't worry." With a cocky smile, he looked down at you smugly. "As for the pronunciation... You will learn to do it soon."

Back at camp, a group of Elves was already up and waiting to move out, and at the Elvenqueen's ringing voice, they followed after, and you all retraced your steps back to where Thorin, Dwalin, and Balin had found the orc tracks. You considered it pointless-- they could've just taken the host of a couple dozen Elves with them that way they didn't have to retrace their steps.

Partway there, you decided that goddamn song that'd been going through your head needed a damn good explanation. Unfortunately, Blue-Eyes was now up by his mother, leaving you between two totally random Elves. You'd never been good at starting up a conversation, but you decided to give it a try anyway. "...Hey, do either of you speak Common?"

Both Elves busted out laughing as if you'd made a hilarious joke about dwarves.

"Most Eldar can speak Common," The one on the right said, removing his helmet to look at you more clearly. Whoa. You practically fell off Starlight. He was beautiful. He had long, purely golden hair that fell down his back in unfairly glorious waves. He had soft blue eyes (Not as gorgeous as Blue-Eyes', but still.) and a fair face. "It would be considered quite odd, in our long lives, if one did not learn the tongues of others."

You just stared at him. "Dude. Are you like, made of gold?"

He laughed, which sounded a lot like something naturelike and unfairly beautiful. You'd never heard any of the Elves outright laugh, so this was a weird, new experience for you. "I have been asked many things, but that is new. No, I am just as flesh and bone as you are."

"Yeah, but yours are like, plated in gold, so, you're... Wow."

He laughed again. "What is your name, mellon?"

"[Y/N.]," You replied, in a daze, then leaned over quick to the Elf on your left, who tensed and tried to lead his horse away. "Do you even see this guy?!"

You turned back to Goldie. "A gin?"

As best as he could in the saddle, the Elf placed his right arm over his chest and bowed at the waist. "I am called Glorfindel. Gellon len covad!"

"Mae l'ovannen!" You said in response.

Glorfindel smiled at you. "What was your question, mellonenin?"

"Well thanks to you and your blinding gold-ness, I forgot. Give me a minute." You thought for a second, trying to ignore the literally glowing Elf beside you. "Ah! That's it. I asked if you could speak Common so you'd understand my question. You guys have songs, right?"

Glorfindel gave you a look like you'd just told him his hair looked like an orc's. "Of course we have songs! Many, many songs! They are as timeless as we are, and we, all of us, are taught these songs from a very young age. Did you wish to learn them?"

You shook your head. "Nah. I've never been good at singing." If I sang all you Elves would shatter like a glass in an opera-room. "When I got puffed here, a song started going through my head. I can never remember all of it. Just bits and pieces here and there. But it's really bugging me. So if I told you all I could remember, think you could remember one from your Elvish past?"

Glorfindel inclined his head. "I shall answer to the best of my ability."

"Okay," You wracked your brain for the lyrics. "Okay, uh... Something about leaving home, and fading... Lots of fading. The one sentence I can always clearly remember is 'all shall fade.'" You looked at him curiously. "That ringin’ any bells?"

Glorfindel thought hard. "If by that you mean if I can remember anything similar, I cannot. If it is a song of Arda, it is not one I know, and I can remember most Eldar songs."

That caused a lightbulb to appear above your head. You gasped, wide-eyed.

"Wait! You're Glorfindel?! As in, the Glorfindel?! The guy in Gondolin who tried to protect Turgon by fighting the Balrog?!"

"Ah, Turgon... He was a good friend."

"And when it fell it grabbed your hair?!"

Glorfindel flinched. "Can we not mention that...?"

"And then you came back to life to fight Sauron?!"

"Yes--"

"The guy who was in love with Ecthelion of the Fountain?!"

Glorfindel flushed, his face going a deep shade of un-Elvish red-- on him, though, it was more of a rose-gold... "Yes, I am that Glorfindel, and I would advise you hush before you draw the attention of the Elvenqueen."

Nervously, you glanced ahead, to where the Elvenqueen sat regally upon her horse. If she or Leggy had heard you, neither of them made any indication of it. With a giddy smile, you looked back to Glory. "This is so cool. Where I'm from, you rarely ever meet anybody so important. Now I've met some of the most important people of Middle-Earth! Ooh, am I also gonna get to meet the king of Gondor?!"

Glorfindel looked confused, but amused. "Gondor has no king, and has not for many, many years. Not since the death of Isildur. Now, the stewards of Gondor keep watch over the city and uphold its laws, and await for the heir to the Gondorian royalty to show himself."

"Or herself," You specified, fighting a wince as you heard a voice echo, Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king.

Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. "Hardly ever is a mortal woman given any sort of royal duties alone. She would have to marry someone of high standing to be considered queen."

You scoffed. "Great. So the humans of Middle-Earth are assholes, too. Figured I'd escape from that."

"The race of Man is a fickle one," Glorfindel agreed. "More often than not, they are the cause of most grief in the world." He smiled. "But worry not! You are of the Eldar now, and are not subject to their torments."

You shrugged. "Good point..." You beamed excitedly at him. "Tell me about your adventures!"

He did, until the Elvenqueen gave the signal to dismount and to keep silent. You'd been so into Glorfindel's stories that you hadn't noticed that the trees had thinned out, giving way to loose, rusty-brown soil and rocky slopes. All of the Elves sailed silently over the rocks, while the dwarves trampled noisily.

For days (Which passed like extremely-long hours, and you weren't even hungry or thirsty or tired.), the procession trekked through the hills without any audible communication, until the huge hills rose up to your left and in the north into jagged mountains. You kept going, and going, and really wondered how any of the Elves that'd been left could possibly reach any of you for backup if needed in time.

On what was about noon of the week and a half mark, you came to an overlook that spread down beneath you into a huge, rocky valley, dry and desolate. There was no sign of life, and further still, about a couple days away by foot, was another tall, jagged outcropping overlooking a massive structure of bronze. Small black dots which you were going to assume were birds flitted about the top of it, and it stretched what looked like hundreds of feet into the air. You were astonished.

"We came all this way for rocky dirt and an old tower. I don't see any signs of life there." You kept your voice at a whisper, like some of the other Elves who'd began talking amongst themselves.

Blue-Eyes eyed the tower warily. "You're not supposed to."

You turned to watch him walk away. "Then what?" Blue-Eyes gave the Elves some order in Elvish, and you continued. "So we came all this way to see that it really doesn't look like there's orcs there but really, there are, so, what do we do? They've obviously got a shit ton of more orcs behind there. We're probably way outnumbered. So what do we do?"

"We," He replied, "Are going to do just what we came here to do. We're going to scout, by getting as close as we can and seeing what we can. Then we leave. It's as simple as that. If, however, we're ambushed, the rest of the procession has been following us slowly. They're only a couple of hours behind."

You frowned. You must not've gotten that memo because everybody felt the need to speak highly advanced Elvish when you only knew a couple ways to say "hi." "So what do we do if we see something we don't like? Attack?"

"If we can," Blue-Eyes told you, "But it most likely will not come to that. We simply came to see if they have larger numbers than those few who attacked us at the river."

You gave him an incredulous look with an eyebrow raised nearly to your hairline. "...Few?"

He scoffed, and walked off, giving orders in Sindarin that you only caught a word or two of. You were watching him with a glower, when you noticed Lindir sidling up on your right smugly. "...Do you not wish that you know what he is saying?"

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Ugh, Lindy, geez, can you read my goddamn mind?" You turned to mock-glare at him; he was preening. "Well? What was he saying?"

Lindir laughed and wagged a finger at you-- so Elvish. "No no no no no, mellon, I will not make it that easy for you. If you wish to know exactly what he said, then you will have to continue learning from your current point."

Your shoulders slumped. "Really? Damn. Fine, I guess, since it looks like we're camping here." And it did. Practically everyone was going around setting up bedrolls, but you seen no sign of a fire. "Glad it's warm-ish. What, we just supposed to freeze?"

Lindir gestured to Gundabad. "If we light a fire, they will see us, and our stealth will be for naught."

You gave him an odd look. "...What?"

Lindir blinked. "If they see us, our stealth will be for naught."

You stared at him blankly. "...Naught?"

Lindir suddenly looked panicked. "Do they not have that word on your world? It means the same as nothing, in this context."

You scoffed with a cocky smirk. "I know what it means. You Elves are just so damn fancy." You reached over and ruffled his strangely-perfect brown hair, to which he yelped and yanked away from you as if you'd tried to stab him. You left your hand in the air where his head had been, wide-eyed, as Lindir stared at you in shock. "Uhh... Got a sensitive spot on your head there?"

Lindir narrowed his eyes at you. "I should teach you Eldar custom as well. No Elf touches another's hair, for whatever reason, unless it is necessary, which is more than likely never to happen. Braiding and touching another's hair is considered something only for the wedded to do."

You yanked your hand away from where his head had been. "Sorry. I didn't know. Where I come from, that whole hair-ruffle thing is used between siblings or friends."

Lindir smiled softly, straightening his hair. "It is fine, [Y/N.]. You had no way of knowing. But, now I realize I must teach you language and customs-- or perhaps Elros can do that..."

You snickered to yourself, earning an odd look from the Elf. You shrugged. "Nothin', just, I've got specific Elvish teachers now. You're my language teacher, Elros is now customs, Legolas is history, and Glorfindel is music. I'm gonna be a true Elf before I know it."

"Maybe never a true Elf," Lindir laughed, "But close enough!"

You laughed with him, but on the inside, winced. You doubted if he meant it as an insult, but it hit you like one. No, you'd never been considered good enough to be a true anything, especially an Elf of all creatures, who were naturally shiny and glowy and perfect and shit. But still, for someone to confirm it, even in a joking manner, that you'd never be good enough to be a true Elf...

It really hurt.

You acted all casual on the outside throughout the rest of the evening, laughing and joking when needed, but internally, you were fighting a dull ache in your chest. You'd gotten it a few times before-- rarely, but still-- and you knew exactly what it was. The desire to fit in. You'd never had a chance on Earth. But here, you'd hoped to at least be considered a part of their realm.

Dammit, why am I so sensitive?! He didn't mean anything by it!

But what were you really doing here? Struggling to prove yourself to a race that would never accept you. To all Elves, you'd be considered an imposter, like Thorin had said. You knew for a fact you'd never be good around "the race of Man," as they put it, and even in this world, you knew you'd never fit in with them, either. At best, the Men would see you only as a rebel Elf trying to fit into the society of Man. Dwarves? Hell no. What about the Hobbit-folk? Maybe you'd at least be considered a friend to them? No, you were an Elf here. They'd be wary of you, maybe even fearful.

Maybe you should just settle for traveling like a vagabond, like Gandalf does. When everyone else was resting, you stayed by Starlight. You scratched underneath of his chin, and he rested his snout on your inner elbow, allowing you to rest your head on his, staring into his eyes and putting off a feeling of calm. "You accept me for who I am, right?"

Starlight's ears were pricked toward you, so at least he was listening. His only response was a blink. You sighed, closing your eyes. You didn't even have the security of him. One day, he'd grow old and pass away, while you lived on for eons. Carefully, so as not to spook him, you reached up and scratched behind his ears.

"Mellonenin?" Said a voice behind you. You turned to see Legolas, looking concerned. He glanced back over his shoulder, to where the rest of the Elves talked amongst themselves, even conversating a little with the dwarves. "What are you doing out here?"

You gave him a smug look. "What's this I hear, Blue-Eyes? Showing concern for me?"

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Hardly. Just curious."

You shrugged, going back to loving on Starlight. "Everybody seemed to be doing good without me. Lindir and Elros said my lessons on custom and language were done for the day, so I figured I'd spend some time with Star."

Blue-Eyes shook his head in exasperation. "I will never understand your shortening of names..." He fixed you with an expression that you couldn't quite read. "...Are you nervous about a potential battle, Sairen?"

You shrugged. "Hack'n'slash. Can't be that hard. I have played video games, y'know, and I did get here through a LARP event." You shot him a cocky grin. "I think I can handle myself. Always have."

Blue-Eyes smiled softly. "Well... I am certain you will surpass my father's standards. I have no doubt of it."

A warm feeling blossomed in your chest. Your cheeks flushed. "Thanks. That really... That really means a lot, for you to be sure of me."

Blue-Eyes hummed thoughtfully, smoothing down Starlight's pitch mane. "Your world did not appreciate you as it should have. You are a kind person, Sairen, and while at times you are eccentric, that only adds to your persona. I know that I can put my full trust in you anytime, and not be disappointed." He smiled at you. "I am glad to know you, mellon. I feel as if you were meant to be here."

For a minute, you both just stared at each other with smiles on your faces, while you felt all warm and fuzzy inside. Any upset feelings from earlier completely burned away. His pale gold hair looked white in the moonlight. Fuck, I will not cry. I will not. Not at all. Definitely not even having to try... You finally blushed and looked away, busying yourself with straightening Starlight's forelock, though the smile remained on your face.

"Damn, Blue-Eyes. You're making me blush." He laughed, and you added, "But... I'm really glad I know you too, Leggy. You've been nice to me, and actually believe in me..." You smirked at him. "That's rare for me. Thank you."

He looked almost appalled. "You do not need to thank me for taking a liking to you, Sairen. It is not as if it is a chore." Suddenly making up his mind about something, he drew his shoulders back. "Would you like to go for a ride together?"

You beamed at him. "Duh! It's a horse, of course I wanna go for a ride!"

Blue-Eyes laughed. "Come on, then, let's go. Stay close to me; we will be going in the opposite direction of Gundabad, but orcs could still roam these wilds."

You nodded as you mounted Starlight, grinning stupidly down at the stupidly perfect Elf who smiled at you. "Got it. Let's go!"

Your heart was pounding dangerously as the two of you trotted off away from camp, talking about the history of Middle-Earth, as you tried to keep from staring outright at Legolas. As your heart faltered, looking at him smiling at you as the moonlight hit his hair, you realized something...

Shit.

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Hidden, Not Isolated [C1]

He was shaking.

He was shaking.

He was shaking.

But he was relieved.

He had gotten to his desired location. 

After everything.

He’ll throw a party as he checks that off the list. 

Done, taken care of. 

All wrapped up and good to go.

…Now what? 

Sure, the idea of taking his complicated, daunting mission one-step-at-a-time certainly worked, however...for starters, he definitely couldn’t handle the idea of being anywhere near any other people; not to mention the strangers. The strangers. The strangers strolling around the proximity, doing whatever they want, you unbeknownst to their shenanigans that they do in the shadows. For all you know, one could be plotting to kill you next Sunday afternoon. One could be a kidnapper in plain sight, lacerating its victims. One could be scheming to expose your biggest secret to the entire world, directly or otherwise. Or to put it more simply, 

A town. 

Filled with murderers.

Which was where he was. 

Thoughts haphazardly crammed and rushed to his head as he forced the water threatening to raise behind his eyes to back off as his breathing firmly hastened and he glanced the area over, left and right, still contemplating of what may happen upon someone spotting him even if it was random...even if it was agonizing...even if it was the worst... even if it was the best...

The best.

As he pinched an eye shut, he grazed away the nearly cast tear with his palm whilst refocusing, and maybe distracting, himself boiled to the front of his mind instead of physically hiding from the insult-ready folk trapping him,

Find him. 

But if he was honest with himself and his Anthropophobia, his existence was still useless. How was he supposed get back on his feet if he had been unknowingly stapled to the ground in the first place? Guess he just didn’t know that until now. After all, he had no traces, no courage, no nothing. Essentially, instead of being something of millions of miles away from his objective, he was lost in his own, personal mind and apprehension. Literally no one could help him with this absurd disorder. He would have to deal with his pattern of heavy thought by himself. That’s just honestly cruel, isn’t it? After all, he didn’t even know who he was supposed to be anymore, would anything go his way? Couldn’t the universe just, you know, be considerate? Could it really not spare him even the smallest shred of luck? Surely it owes him, right? Out of everything he had gone through, wouldn’t it only be fair? Emerging from the whole “god doesn’t play the dice” stuff, guess not. In fact, with no sighting of his goal even now, perhaps he should’ve looked somewhere else, less filled with people. Perhaps he should've never come in the first place. Perhaps this was all an elaborate mistake. But there he was. About to die. He did that to himself. Hooray. Such advanced thinking. Clever. Really clever. See, it didn’t matter where he consciously made his way to, physically. After all, he had literally been hunting for this town for...a while...? So it wasn’t a matter of that. What else could it be? I mean, he could be anywhere in the world and it wouldn’t change the fact that he was having something of a panic attack.

His existence was fucking useless.

His frantic, terrified heaves of hyperventilation beginning to rapidly stutter once again, his neck instinctively tucks inwards, right hand tightly squeezing his left with a painfully tight grip uncontrollably in a nervous habit as his eyes remained wide and hysterically bouncing to the left and right, anticipating someone to maniacally sprint up to him with a melee weapon of sorts. The positions of his hands were over his mouth alongside the cloth that he automatically buried his lips with, trying to make sure the soft fabric didn’t slip--it made him feel a bit more safe. To be specific, it made him feel as if he was at his home...if he had a home, that is. He could only guess. That said, he still could barely muffle even the thinnest of heaves into the atmosphere. He couldn’t even ask somebody to call an ambience if he needed one, that’s how useless he was. Amazing. He had just gotten there and of course, he was continuously choking on his own worthless breath matching his personality over and over again. The sinister reality encircling him, he couldn’t imagine anything bad not happening to him and as if he could simply shut out the actuality ambushing him this easily, he locked his eyes shut as his hands and weave slipped to his chest whist the universe itself whirled in broad circles around him. He couldn’t focus. He needed to focus. He couldn’t relax. He needed to relax. He couldn’t breathe. He needed to breathe. 

B r e a t h e.

Taking several, large, expansive breaths, he thoroughly aired out his lungs as he forcefully commanded his throat. His lungs despairingly exhausted themselves panting all of the microscopic particles of dust elsewhere before he ultimately exhaled one final time, the desire to keep his eyes clasped amplifying by far the most that he had craved yet as exactly two total tears slipped from his eyes, one each, while he tucked his chin to the right side of his chest, shying his face away, effectively pinching the skin of his left hand.

. . . 

Swiftly, his hands sank into a posture near to his lower chest whilst he vigorously trembled uncontrollably, head slightly, unenthusiastically shifting towards the front of him and eyes tearing towards the town. His timid manner as he slipped his attention was visibly noticeable. He looked as if he just wanted to hide behind his hair and shun from any sorts of murderer-likely people who were exchanging discussions about how stupid he looked with one another as they sauntered beyond the proximities, snickering about how randomly sensitive and crybaby-like a grown man was acting for no apparent reason.

That said, though he was completely aware that peeping was daring, he was nearly swooped into a calmed status for a few moments, for exactly three parrots sang their chirps as they flew past his line of sight, the birds honestly startling him as they shuttled, him to instinctively adjust his attention and eyes to keep a tab on the flyings. 

As he traced the flutterings after they resting-ly perched onto a beam, he slowly twisted his neck left and right, not rushing to cautiously take in all of the scene that dauntingly made him feel oh-so-small in its surrounding-like style. That is, until he rabidly blinked a few times in wonderment as he took most notice to the vertical, coloured beams that fiercely shone directly into the atmosphere. They weren’t exactly bright enough to make one go blind even if they were to gaze for a prolonged amount of time but definitely enough to be seen from a mile away. And clearly striking. He found himself dumbfoundedly staring at the beams of colour, even after he instinctively roamed towards the lights in his glaze. Definitely something he hadn’t seen in years. The monument supporting the streaks of hue also persisted so causally, as well. Everything did. Everyone did.

The streets of this town square were far from being bustling or swarming with people this sunny day. They weren’t many folks out and about. So that was very good. Not a lot of people out and striving to kidnap him, throwing him into the basement that would also be the worst day of his day...which was a possibility to happen. So this was much better than any kind of crowd. Much better than any kind of crowd. Much better than any kind of crowd. He was very lucky. But then again, if he was very lucky...forget it. Why don’t we try to be grateful? Not much else has worked for this man, anyways. 

“I’ve always loved these beacons!” He violently flinched in his recently pacified status as a bloke abruptly ran around the structure, arms out immaturely. That’s what urged his self-preservation to immediately shoot his head towards the ground and began actively vibrating once again, cradling himself, praying that the individual would just go elsewhere if they didn’t pay much attention to them.

“Yeah, that’s why they call it ‘Beacontown,” He heard a woman return followed by barks of a canine, he believed. He also believed that a hastening shiver quickly jetted down his spine upon overhearing that another person was too close to him and, to top it all off, a dog that probably had razor-sharp teeth, ready to impound blood-cut stitches into his arm with a single snack out of his sensitive skin. 

No. 

Get away from me.

The fact that someone was in the proximity of him was all it took for him to frantically speed-walk to a distance, away from the characters, visibly quivering at the thought of being that girl’s or man’s next victim. Or, in fact, anyone who saw him. Just stay at least fifty-five-feet away from him and you should be fine. Just go away. But I guess there’s always a bright side. At least he knew what the town was called now.

“Beacontown.”

That made sense.

The beacons definitely seemed to be important.

By second-nature, he allowed his legs to go on autopilot as his mind was occupied with properly, thoroughly brushing his eyes around the area, scanning the neighbourhood with the scent of sweet spraying the diversified structures ever since he had shakingly taken a look around the proximity accompanied by his uncontrollable rabid breathing, seeking to discover and identify any potential ambush spots, yearning to keep himself guarded of the possible threats.

As he glimpsed left and right of the town, he just couldn’t disregard all of the monuments standing so plainly. Friendly. Ranging from what appeared to be a heartfelt memorial to someone to some sort of tiki-like-statue, this town’s square was unmistakably an interesting area. In as much of a good way as in was bad. Unsure of how else to describe it, he gawked wide-eyed at the structures scattered about the vicinities, various textures and materials utilized to build them, evident to the gentle stroke. It obviously took quite a while to create, but it seemed to be worth it, it contributing to the nonviolent atmosphere. 

His eyes finally separating from the right-line of buildings, his focus ultimately took a notice and attached to a thin piece of paper taped crudely to the side of a building upcoming, of which he could roughly make out the title of the paper to be from afar, however, he wasn’t entirely sure. Him being curious to thoroughly investigate and explore every portion of this town without running into any person, he promptly began to pick up the pace with his stride to the paper.

. . . 

Oh...

What have I done?

Yes, of course. Why didn’t he see that coming? It made sense...mostly. There were a few plot holes but knowing his luck, they’re probably be covered up later. If he got to later. Regardless, he couldn’t ask questions. He did this to himself. He had no excuses. It was a matter of time anyways.

He barely even noticed himself instinctively unsticking the sheet from the tac and off of the building before he stood firmly, still holding the newly-discovered filer that had caught his eye once again for a briefer moment. As he sat himself onto the damp floor of the alleyway, he noticed that his puffs of breath had become foggily visible a second prior to him holding the sheet upwards to thoroughly examine the paper as he reflected on his actions. He couldn’t complain, of course; he just couldn’t believe it.

It was him, Soren.

On a wanted poster.

[ivory-haired-queens-blog]

I just played ep 3 and you wanna know what things fucking ripped my heart out and fucking stomped on it and tried to shove it back in with scotch tape and glitter glue? SPOILERS, DUH.

*Also this might be the most in-depth and analytical thing I've done so... it's long.

A) When Louis picks up Minnie's crossbow and fucking accidentally shoots that woman and he's like "i..I didn't mean...fuck" or something like that. That fucking voice acting shredded me and I will never be over that. Louis, Louis of all people, the lighthearted jokester that just wants everyone to be happy was forced to shoot a woman in the skull! In one of the most grisly deaths in the season at that! Skybound can throw hands with me for that one. Also when Clem goes to get Aj Louis, even as broken and torn as he is at this point, he still tries to come with her. The best boy honestly.

B) Look, I know Lilly is the villian of this season. I'm fully aware of this. But she obviously still kinda cares about Clementine, as in ep 2 she said, and I quote "this SHOULD be easy." But it's not. It's not easy to shoot clem. But then she just fucking takes Aj? And then tries to strangle Clem on the side of the boat? And then when I mercied her and tried to let her live, she just???fucking kills James??? Like, I already didn't like James (I'm sorry James stans) but he didn't deserve that. And then the bomb goes off and we don't even get to Aj in time??? Like, 👊👊👊 throw hands.

C) When Aj talks about Clem getting bit and how he'd want her to bite him. Like, fucking James just had to say something. This boy is 6, maybe 7 at the absolute latest. He's impressionable, he learns from what he hears. You can't just tell him that walkers are still kinda human. If they had any shred of humanity left, they would not kill people. Especially those close to them, like Lee's brother tried to kill Lee when he was under that lamppost. Just fucking stop I'm crying.

D) LOUIS' STORY. If you did the Violet path and didn't hear Louis', basically he was rich. Like, filthy rich. But the only thing his dad wouldn't buy him was singing lessons. Louis got so mad at what his dad said to him, "You can either be happy or you can be rich," that he wanted to teach his dad a lesson. He started buying things on his dad's credit card that eluded to his dad having an affair (jewelry, hotel rooms, etc.) And when this worked, his parents got the divorce, he came clean. He told his dad "You can either be rich or you can be happy." A week later he was at the school. And just fucking??? How much his character has grown in the 8-9 apocalypse years??I'm so proud of him. Sure, younger Louis was a little shit, but he knows how fucked up what he did was. If you watch the scene, it's so....heartbreaking. like it's his biggest regret, even with all the Marlon shit thrown in. I love Violet with my whole heart, but I fucking love Louis' storyline.

E) VIOLET WHAT THE FUCK??? As I stated before, I love Violet. She's my favorite gay/gal in the whole apocalypse. But what the fuck? Like, you...I get it. I saved Louis instead of you, but wait a fucking minute I made it blatantly obvious that I love Louis (my son) and when you see me in the prison cell you're like "fuck you I'm staying here with my psychotic gf." Like??? I think the writers made a huge character mistake with that because there's no way Violet would have actually done that to me. Also especially after Minnie admits to killing Sophie, which I'll touch on later. Like, her character would NOT do that. Idgaf if she still loved Minnie or not, she'd be fucking pissed.

F) We have to talk about Minnie. Just....ugh. Props to telltale/skybound because holy fuck. That got me. That got me good. She just??? Is completely brainwashed by the delta and lilly? She killed her own sister, and despite me telling her what Tenn told me to she still locked me in the cell? Also she doesn't say one loving thing to Violet, who literally is willing to get herself blown up just to be with her. And when that woman tells her her family is the delta and to forget about Tenn she just fucking accepts it? Like??? Fuck off bitch?

G) Louis' date was the cutest shit

H) I'm sorry but at the party that first bio sounded a fuck ton like Marlon and Idc what anyone else says you cannot convince me that my love Ruby ever did such things.

I) I hate that the story is so compelling that, even after all she's fucking done, I still care about Lilly. I call this "the Kenny effect." We have history, and that matters a lot to me. Even if I don't agree with her ever, I still don't want her to die. (Like with the Kenny/Arvo thing) I see her as family, which is why in s1 I let her stay after she shot carley and in ep 2 of this season I told her we were family. I do care about Lilly, and then she just kills James??? Like, ugh. I wish she would just fucking stop and I could hug her and everything would be fine and Lee isn't actually dead and Christa and Molly and Kenny and everyone's alive and AAHHHHH.

J) The scene where Minnie has clem's knife against clem's chest and is pushing down is so fucking similar to the Kenny/Jane situation is s2. Minnie is Jane and Clem is Kenny, this time all of the kids from the school is clem. Both Minnie and Clem want them to be safe, but they have very different ideas on how they'll be safe. Clem wants to protect them at all costs, and Minnie wants to protect them by getting rid of clem. (Like how Jane wanted to get rid of kenny) I'm crying in the club.

K) James fucking making me walk in the barn full of walkers to touch the wind chime. I was literally so anxious during this and I knew that it's a game but just??? That would have been a pointless death.

L) ABEL. NO! Look I don't like this guy as much as the rest of ya'll, but they way he just breaks down??? I refused to torture him, and I put out his cigarette. He begs to be killed because he doesn't want to turn. This is so visceral and raw that I almost cried when my knife went through his head. Then the screen thing told me I tortured him in front of Aj?? Hello? When did I do that??? I gave him mercy, I gave him peace.

M) Louis toasting to the fact that he thinks he's gonna die at the boat just fucking destroys me.

N) Rosie is the goodest girl and didn't get enough screen time.

O) Louis helping clem up when she gets pulled under water by a walker is cleansing for my soul

P) Omar and Aasim got like 4 lines between them and that's fucking breaking the law

Q) I literally only found 1 collectible where the fuck where they all???

R) I was legitimately going to not kill any of the walkers when James was getting his mask, but I honest to God kept dying over and over so I literally had to kill one of them.

S) the fact that James kept bringing up how much of a heartless bitch I am for not caring about dead people that are walking and killing the living and everyone I've ever cared about.

T) The sheer genuis of the dialogue option that asks James if he knows the names of the walkers and he's confused and clem is just like "Omar, Aasim...Violet." like, he doesn't know the walkers. They're killing machines that he has no attachment to. Clem's friends are alive, and she cares about them deeply. Like fuck off m8.

U) Aj is so broken and confused and scared I don't know how to fix him he's a murderer but he's trying to atone and I just hope to God Lee would actually be proud of Clem and I just wish he was alive and Clem and Aj and him were a family and he could meet the boarding school kids at then Louis would learn about history, something I hc him as never being good at in school, and Louis teaches him how to play the piano and he teaches Violet how to actually map the stars and she teaches him all the fighting skills she's learned and Lee takes a liking to Tenn and makes sure to thank Omar for cooking and appreciates willy and mitch and what they do and supports and learns medicine from ruby and stops Aj from killing Marlon and talks him through the bad shit and helps him atone for his sins and then he meets Rosie and when he sees Lilly again she stops being a hateful cunt and we kill all the delta people and go back to the school and everyone, including mitch and James and Minerva and Sophie is alive and this is getting way to long aahhhh.

V) When Louis is freaking out about the responsibility of planting the bomb, and it gives you to either slap him or kiss him and that's the fucking cutest shit

W) the fact that it never let's me hug Tenn or Willy, nor have a funeral for Mitch. Like I know we were crunched for time, but it would've taken 10 minutes tops.

X) to my knowledge, Tenn and Menerva never see eachother. Maybe she would have changed if she saw him? I don't know...

Y) I don't have the option to cuddle with Rosie and that's an actual crime.

Z) When the kids are talking about all the people they've lost. 34 people. 34. We've lost a lot, don't get me wrong, but I don't think it's 34. It might be close, but some of those people we weren't close to nor knew for very long. Also the fact that they've lost 34 but only have like 5 graves. Wtf?

*) AND THE BIGGEST THING THAT TORE MY HEART INTO PRICES WAS THE LEE SCENE, AND THE DIALOGUE OPTION OF TELLING LEE HE'S NOT REAL AND HE TELLS CLEM THAT IT'S OKAY TO BE A LITTLE NUTS AND THEN THE HUG AND THE "LOOK AT YOU..." FROM LEE AND AAAHHHH I MISS HIM SO FUCKING MUCH.

*Edit: I'm not saying I love Lilly as much as I do Kenny, I could never like her that much, even if she had a change of heart and died protecting clem or Aj. I'm saying "the Kenny effect" because he was being an asshole, however you try to defend him. He wasn't in the right, and harmed an innocent kid (Arvo) just like Lilly does. Cool? Cool.

[dra-and-sdra2-imagine-writer]

Could I have Yuki liking Shinji but he is to shy to confess? Also, Hajime and Mikado are trying to ve the cupid bit it really isnt working at all.

This was a struggle, the first time I had done it didn’t save. And so, I had to redo it, but I hope you enjoy, anon! I started to ship these two because of ya. Yuki spoke quietly with Hajime in private about Shinji. The ginger-haired male was going on and on about the firefighter and it caused the boxer to sweatdropped. “I don’t think you should be telling me this, instead. You should be telling Shinji this, Yuki.” He finished with a small shrug to which the lucky student replied with a flustered expression at the thought. “I-I wouldn’t know what to s-say..! He doesn’t like me like that, Hajime..he only thinks of me as a b-brother..” He replied sadly with a slump of his shoulders. Hajime frowned for a moment through his dark shades, before a small idea popped into mind. “How about, I help you with your confession?” He suggested, which caused Yuki to look up at him with starry eyes that could rival Yuri’s. “You’ll really h-help me..?” He said softly his tone laced with happiness and gratitude as the boxer nodded his head with a small smile. “Yeah, it my job to help out others ya know? Not just with being healthy, but in general. Just be sure not to tell, Mikado..alright?”As if on cue, Mikado had appeared out of thin air. “Don’t tell Mikado what? Mr.Makuounchi?” He asked curiously as he glanced over at the two wondering what they could be talking about. “Nothing!” The two said in synchronization looking at each other with a small nod. That was a high five worthy cover-up, they figured. “Is it what Mr. Maeda has feelings for Mr. Kasai, but he’s afraid to admit them?” Yuki began to stammering since he had been figured out. “W-What?! H-how did you..k-know?!” He squeaked, astonished. Mikado thought for a moment, before smiling slightly. “It’s obvious, Mr.Maeda. We all know, aside from Mr.Kasai, of course. That and with Ms. Nijiue drawing… let us go with the creative art of you both, it would be hard not to tell. That aside, do not fret, I’m here to help you as well.” Yuki looked down, fidgeting with his fingers for a moment before slowly nodding. “T-thank you, both of you..” Yuki smiled kindly at the both of them before he waddled off. Hajime looked at Mikado skeptically, before nodding. “Let’s hope this goes well.” Mikado’s smile grew wider as he replied. “I’m certain Mr.Makuounchi, this will be quite the experience for Mr.Maeda.” Attempt No.1:Yuki was jogging alongside Shinji, but he could hardly keep up with him. He wasn’t much of an athletic person, and his clothing didn’t help with it either. But for the sake of making Shinji happy, he was more than willing to do it. “S-Shinji, can I talk t-to you for a moment..?” He said softly, as he slowed down along with Shinji who smiled nevertheless. “Sure! What did you need to talk about little bro?” Yuki glanced around Shinji for a moment, to see Hajime and Mikado hiding in the bushes and holding up signs for him to read. “I-I just wanted to say..t-that I like..your..hair..?” It sounded more like a question than an answer but nevertheless, he gently ruffled Yuki’s hair in response. “I like your hair too!”’While the two started their jog once again, Hajime glared at Shinji. “Hair?! Why that out of all things!” He hissed in angrily ready to just about punch him. To which Mikado responded with a shrug, ”I thought it would be a suitable comment.”Attempts No. 2-4 didn’t go that much better either. The attempt turned out to bring the others in, rather than gaining the confidence. Yuki was making lunch for himself in Hajime when Setsuka poked her head in with a curious expression. “What’s going on here?” Her eye seemed to have let up when she saw Yuki cooking. After Setsuka, Hibiki and Kanade came in, then Iroha and Nikei, and last but not least, Yuri. While that one didn’t go exactly as planned, he got to know his classmates more and more. Attempt three and four went hand in hand, that plan was to make Shinji fall I love in love with Yuki, and apparently, Mikado took the Cupid thing a bit to literally. Since he brought a bow and arrow and tried to shoot Shinji with it. Though Hajime stopped him, and he ended up hitting Yuki with the arrow. Needless to say, Yuki didn’t feel so well once it was all over. Yuki slowly walked up to the two with a small frown on his face. “Y-you two haven’t helped! Just..have made things worse!” He claimed and gestured at his wounded hand. Hajime did feel guilty since he wasn’t able to uphold his promise. “Yuki, I’m sorry, but I-“ Yuki had cut him off right there. “Don’t,..please. Thank you both for your help, but..I’ll does this..myself..” He said softly before turning and started to walk away. Hajime sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We really messed up this time..” He uttered, glancing over at Mikado who seemed to plan something. “What are you doing..?” In return, Mikado chuckled. “Don’t worry, this shall be our last attempt. Just follow my lead, Mr. Makuounchi.” Yuki walked down a small path holding his head down and sighed softly. Trying to figure out what he was going to do until he noticed some stringed lights. Confused, the lucky student started to make his way over to it. Where he noticed a campfire that was set up with some food and decorations all around. Going over, he took a seat on a log near the fire and stared into it, just getting lost in his thoughts. Until he heard a certain males voice, turning to look over his shoulder, he saw Shinji. “S-Shinji?!” He squeaked. Shinji just looked confused as he took a seat beside Yuki. “What’s up, little bro? You left a note on my door saying to need to talk about something urgent?” Yuki was at a small loss for words, but he sucked in a small breath before he started speaking. “I-I ..wanted to tell you t-that…I like you..! Because..you’re awesome and kind to everyone no matter what..and you always seem to be having a g-good time wherever you go..” Yuki confessed before looking away in fear of rejection. But he was soon brought into a bone crushing hug as well as a loud laugh. Yuki turned back to Shinji and smiled slightly albeit, he was nervous to do so but he did. “I’m glad you confessed! That’s something a real man does!” He exclaimed before gently setting him back down. “I..feel the same way about you, Yuki!” He grinned excitedly afterward. The two would then hug each other once more. In the nearby bushes, Hajime and Mikado fist-bumped each other. “Best Cupid’s.”

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale 3.13 Thoughts *Spoilers*

- Jughead sleeping through the aroma of food? Mmhmmm I don’t buy it.

- If you have to get baptized, at least make sure it’s for a CHURCH. Otherwise… Issa cult, Alice…

- VERONICA MY BABY!!! But didn’t she fucking move out of the Pembrooke? When the FUCK did she move back in?

- Honestly this Hiram shit needs to end. It’s so annoying and it’s been going on for so long that it’s getting so fucking boring. Like, give V another fucking storyline. Like, I don’t know, EXPLORING HER BISEXUALITY. EXPLORING HER CAREER AS FUCKING ANYTHING. She wanted to stick up to her father by not becoming a mob crime boss like him but now… fUCK JUST LET MY GIRL LIVE LIKE SHE WANTS TO.

- ARCHOSIE ❤️❤️❤️

-  “You are sweeter than a strawberry milkshake, Arch, but—” B I T C H THEY FUCKING OWN ME.

- What makes me sad though is we’ve never really seen Archie THIS happy? Like yeah he’s really really happy when he’s with Betty (and vise versa, she’s never as happy as she is with Archie) but like… he just radiates love and I just—my Barchie heart is cONFUSED

-  “Well, almost everything else.” Hi, yes, again… THEY OWN ME. “Yeah, well, don’t go messing up that pretty face, Andrews. It’s growing on me.”

- Although I feel so bad for Sweet Pea because Swosie broke up because Josie wanted to focus on her career and now she’s about to get into a relationship with Archie.

- Poor Betty, she sees her mother slipping into the cult more and more and she can’t do anything about it. But, to be fair, Betty, you have cut her out a lot too so hopefully after this stupid boring cult shit is over, you can actually get close with your mom again.

- Why are Swangs surprised they lost eight more to the Pretty Poisons? The South Side Serpents, until recently, made the women pole dance for ugly, disgusting old men to get in so like… I would have left, too.

- FANGS NEVER CALL JUGHEAD BOSS AGAIN EW

- Ignoring the fact of Jughead trying to use Toni to get his numbers back… Sweet Pea looks hella fucking good in that yellow shirt.

- I like how Archie and Tom are boxing together, it’s so sweet! But that boy needs to listen to him because he has more boxing knowledge but I know he ends up getting into a fight so what the fuck do I know 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

- I love Tom Keller and he needs more screen time goodbye

- If Veronica is against what her stupid father is doing… why not just give Gladys information on what he’s doing? Gladys is an annoying bitch too but she does have you and your mom under her command so like…

- fUCKING ELIO. HE’S SO ANNOYING GO AWAY.

- Archie… I try to protect you from the “Archie is so stupid” posts but you’re going up against this guy without realizing that there’s ulterior motives just because you want to feel powerful again. Please for the love of GOD find another way 😩😩😩

- Have to admit though, Elio’s good at manipulating… and his voice is kinda hot. And the actor is cute. BUT STILL ELIO CAN GO FUCK A DUCK

- But we all know Archie isn’t gonna let himself lose the fight lmao someone’s gonna tell him they’re excited to see him fight and he’ll wanna make them proud so now he’s going to get into trouble… did he just ask to get the money first? BABY THAT’S NOT HOW THAT SHIT WORKS.

- Veronica I love you, and I’m glad helping your family is still your goal, but last time you told him that he literally told you “no” and was being a big bitch about it.

- Oh poor Veronica… the look she gave her father when she realized he’d rather do illegal shit than legal, she looked so sad!!!

- “Make me queen” YES TONI TELL HIM. Betty does NOTHING for the Serpents, and this is Toni’s BIRTHRIGHT. She has always tried to get the Serpent dance outlawed because it’s sexist and stupid, but she never really needed a reason to lead—Jughead wasn’t a stupid little bitch, but now he’s ruining all that the Serpent’s are about so now she has every reason to becoming the leader of the Serpents.

- “You’re Cheryl’s vanity project, you mean” Jughead says as if he didn’t call out Betty in season one for viewing him as that as well lmaooooooooooooo

- She’s right though about the Serpents being a family. Jughead has ruined every good thing about it, and he NEEDS to give her her rightful place because he is a scrawny, annoying white little bitch and she is literally directly from the Uktena bloodline.

- It’s so obvious when Betty isn’t interested in something. She even did it with Jughead when he was complaining about the drive in being shut down. I don’t know how nobody seems to catch it but oh well nothing about Riverdale is realistic so what the fuck ever

- Cheryl teaching the Poisons to shoot a bow I’m—YES BITCH

- CHONI MY LOVESSS! I can’t tell whether I’m happy or sad about how Cheryl can immediately tell if Toni is off after kissing her. ALSO CHERYL CALLED TONI HER TREASURE GOODBYE

-  oh no I’m getting closer to the scene I’m going to despise with every fiber of my being… but also I know Cheryl is new to relationships and conversing with other people (I don’t know how to word it okay) but how does she get doing THAT out of Toni saying “I’M gonna put Jughead in his place” like??? CHERYL LET HER DO IT HERSELF :(((

- UGH OKAY HERE WE FUCKING GO.

- First of all… SWEET PEA NOR FANGS ARE SEXIST. I mean, of course right there in this scene they’re acting like it but we all know they aren’t? RAS and the writers were on major fucking crack apparently and just erased everything we know about these two sweet boys. Even Alex said that it was ooc! I’m so fucking pissed about it.

- But, also, Cheryl wasn’t doing that because they were being sexist. She went there because she was already planning on beating them up, which is an even bigger no and so ooc. Cheryl is more into fire, so instead she could have like burned down Jughead’s trailer instead of attacking Jughead’s lapdogs.

- THEY WERE SO HAPPY AND SHIT AND THEN MY POOR BOYS WERE ATTACKED. FANGS SAYING “HEY, WE DON’T WANT ANY TROUBLE” MAKES ME EVEN MORE MAD AND SAD

- But I gotta laugh at the nickname Peabrain… I’M SORRY OKAY ALL OF CHERYL’S DEMEANING NICKNAMES FOR OTHERS ARE SO FUNNY LEAVE ME ALONE

- DID GLADYS CALL MY BOYS JOKES BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T FIGHT BACK? This bitch…

- OHHH NOW I SEE WHY JUGHEAD WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO GRAB UP THE GHOULIES… HIS FUCKING MOTHER!!! But really do you expect SP and Fangs and the Ghoulies to get alone? MMMHMMMM OKAY AHAHA

- LIKE WHAT CHERYL DID WAS WRONG AND TONI���S VOICE WAS SO SEXY WITH THE “IS THAT CLEAR” BUT I JUST REALIZED THAT CHERYL IS ABOUT TO CRY I HATE REFLECTIONS

- FUCK YEAH JOSIE TELL HIM. I’m still peeved at what she did to Veronica for like no reason but like… I love her. I love her and Archie. They’re HEALTHY AND CUTE AND JUST—UGH!!!! My Barchie heart is once again screaming and confused

- “You’re worth more than that” It’s sad that we KNOW Betty would tell him this too but they never interact anymore :( I miss the cute window scenes that proved they were endgame sIGH

-  LMAO WAIT SO YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU’RE JUST NOW TELLING YOUR “BEST FRIEND” ABOUT YOUR MOTHER BEING IN A CULT, ABOUT THE FARM BEING A CULT? Bitch… this is why we all know Betty has no friends anymore. She’s too close to Jughead and has pretty much pushed everyone else away. Toxic relationships do that… just saying.

- Why did Betty have no emotion when she asked Kevin why he wasn’t going to help her? Like, when you get sad your eyebrows tend to either go down and in, or like slant up (I know I’m not making sense okay but just google pictures of sad people and you’ll see what I’m talking about) and your lip kinda puffs out but she just ._. ???

- It’s really really bad that he’s about to join the farm but he does have a point though she does see the bad in everybody…

-  The Ghoulies are crazy and you guys KNOW THIS. The G&G bitches are just wannabe cunts who are probably brainwashed or some shit. Stop changing what you know for your crooked mother you beanie baby

- “They just need someone to lead them—I can be that!” JUGHEAD YOU CAN BARELY RUN “YOUR” OWN GANG SKSKSKSKKSS WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN THE GHOULIES TOO (also where the fuck is Malachai???) THE GHOULIES WOULD LEGIT TEAR YOU APART. Now that I think about it… let them come. They destroy Jughead and Sweet Pea and Fangs will leave. PERFECT

- FP KNOWS SHE’S STIRRING SHIT. Jughead has missed her, and doesn’t know her as well as FP does, so he’s more vulnerable to manipulation (even though he’s a dumbass in the first place), so hopefully FP stops this shit before its too late (but knowing Riverdale it’ll be too late)

- You know you COULD just give Toni her rightful place as Serpent Queen and everybody will come back and the Poisons in join as well, but you’re a stupid dumbass. Actually, I know Archie does stupid shit but at least he does it out of the good of his previously innocent heart… can Jughead take the dumbass title now?

- Lol The Lodge’s get to have dinner with their daughter’s future mother in law!

- SEE I TOLD YOU SOMEONE WOULD TELL ARCHIE IT WAS WRONG AND HE’D WANT TO TAKE IT BACK BUT HE FUCKING CAN’T. AND THEN HE’S GOING TO NOT DO WHAT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO ANYWAYS AND THEN BE ON THE RUN AGAIN UGH

- Verne? I thought most of the Ghoulies despite Malachai were like ugly and shit but uhh…

- WHERE THE FUCK DID MALACHAI GO? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?

- Damn well there goes my hope that that one clip from the trailer that looked like it was in a sewer was Joaquin who Swangs had actually helped save :(

-  I wanna know what fucking costume shop is selling those on-point gargoyle masks like—

- LMAO ONE LEADER TO ANOTHER oKaY jUgHeAd

- WAIT BITCH THAT’S JONATHAN WHITESELL I FUCKING LOVE HIM!!!! He’s so cute uGH FUCK. Next ep he drops my boy Fangs tho :(

- DID ANYONE NOTICE THAT JOAQUIN’S NAME IS CROSSED OUT IN THE BACK I’M—

- So since every word that seems to come out of Jughead’s mouth makes me want to fucking slap the shit out of him… how has nobody fucking went at him or even killed him like it’s just not realistic lmaoo

-  “You were right” mmhm Tom is going to be like “fuck… you’re so stupid but I like you so I’m going to help you” isn’t he

- YUP! We love a good father. Even tho his son is joining a cult because his second boyfriend left him.

-  HIRAM HAS NEVER WANTED VERONICA’S HELP HE’S JUST WANTED CONTROL OVER HER. I fucking hate this. I just want this crime boss shit OVER WITH. SEND HIRAM AND GLADYS AND EVERYBODY ELSE TO FUCKING JAIL

- That smile Hiram did… he so fucking knows Veronica and Gladys are working together lol

- Would the farm really bug phone calls? They’re not that big and cool are they? Like damn… okay…

-  Wow Jughead is actually shaken from that encounter… that struck me for some reason holy fuck

- I LEGIT JUST GOT SHIVERS AS BETTY WAS REALIZING HER MOM WAS ABOUT TO DO HER “BAPTISM” AND GOT UP OH MY GOD

- I feel so bad for Betty.

- Josie singing in the background while Archie fights? CINEMATIC EXCELLENCE!

-  But hasn’t Betty never been to the farm? How does she know where it is?

- ALSO TRACK QUEEN

- I know this isn’t the greatest time to say this while all of this is going on but the episodes are much better when Bughead isn’t together twenty four seven… just saying. Like this episode still was ehhh but like… it would have been much worse if Betty and Jughead were joined at the hip like always

- Josie showed up my hEART

- Alice Smith? THEY’RE REALLY STRIPPING HER AWAY FROM THE COOPER NAME HUH

- So like where are Polly’s babies tho lol

- So… Polly can help drag her out of the tub but not help or care that she just killed her mother? Okay. Makes total sense…

- THE WAY ARCHIE PICKED JOSIE UP I’M—

- Also people saying that it was all Veronica who wanted to fuck when they were hurt or whatever (at bad times)… Archie wanted this so now people can stop blaming Veronica thank you and goodbye

- Wow I actually feel really bad for Betty…

- BUT NO YOU CAN’T SELL THE HOUSE THEN WHERE WILL WE GET THE BEAUTIFUL BARCHIE WINDOW SCENES. Just marry FP already and have them move in oKAY

[mysticnfantastic]

Okay, so on a happier note than my previous request. If requests are still open could do a scenario with RFA + V and Saeran (and maybe also Ray?) holding hands with MC when she suddenly flops to the ground and makes them carry/drag her because she doesn't want to go somewhere (like to the hospital for a checkup cause she hates hospitals or the grocery store cause of social anxiety or something)? I'm really curious about how they would react.

Hi! I hope this’ll  be good! It’s cute!

Jumin:

Jumin is a responsible man.

He makes sure to attend all meetings, check-ups and the like when he must, and is used to everyone else doing the same.

And it is because of this that he is rather shocked to see your (seemingly childish) reaction when you refused to go to the hospital

At first, he tries to convince you bluntly, not understanding where this is all coming from - you just….flopped in the middle of his apartment.

When you refuse to get up, he sighs, and tries to ask you why you’re acting this way, and will try to listen to you as you embarrassedly admit how you feel too anxious to go, and how you have had some pretty bad experiences in hospitals, which made him feel for you, of course, but he also knew you’d have to go for your check up to make sure that you were healthy…

So, he’d probably make a deal with you - he’d have private doctors come to you to check you, instead, and he’d be there by your side the majority of the time.

Zen:

It was so random, he couldn’t have ever expected it.

You two were just...walking through town when he mentioned how you’d need to go shopping with him, and you just...flopped.

It was really strange and he had honestly no idea how to react, but he crouched down beside you, super concerned, thinking you had a seizure or something, panic in his (beautiful) crimson eyes

“MC!? MC, are you okay??”

Finds it NOT funny when he realises you aren’t actually hurt, but also relieved as fuck.

You shake your head though when he asks if you’re actually alright, and it makes him concerned, as he helps you to your legs, glaring at people who gave you two weird looks.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice fully laced with worry as he looked into your eyes, pulling you into a nice alleyway for some privacy from prying eyes.

You explained your feelings and concerns and anxiety to him, trying not to get upset, to which he smiled reassuringly and kissed your forehead in a gentle manner only Zen could manage.

“That’s okay - I’ll be with you the whole time, okay? If you feel too overwhelmed we can leave and go home.”

Despite this, you refuse, and so he picks up you in his arms and literally carries you to the shops, it gains A LOT of attention.

Yoosung:

Gods save this precious bean, he has NO fucking idea what’s happening.

You were both just hanging out at the park, when he remembered how he needed to go to town and pick up some important things, and asked you to go with him, to which you responded by flopping facedown into his bed, saying something that got muffled under the pillow.

You hadn’t ever really..done anything like this before, so it was...interesting…?

So damn confused, is that a ‘no’, then?

You’ll sit up on his bed, and sadly explain why you /really/ don’t want to go to buy anything with him, the social atmosphere being suffocating to you.

He’ll nod, somewhat relieved it’s nothing too major, and he promises that you needn’t go, and that he can and will go by himself.

You feel bad just...waiting at his dorm whilst he goes to do errands all alone, but when he comes back he brings you back candy to cheer you up.

Saeyoung:

You were just hanging out at his house, sitting on his bed as he sat in front of his computer, typing away.

Eventually, he pulled away from the illuminated screen, smiling at you (like the dork he is) and then pouted when he saw your pale face.

You had been ill recently, and it showed.

Sighing softly, he tried to smile regardless, standing up and walking over to you, when he sat down beside you on the bed, he declared you had to go to the doctor.

Queue you immediately (and dramatically) falling into his lap face-up, hand on forehead like a prima donna.

He’s surprised, but chuckles lightly, shaking his head at your childish endeavours.

“Come on, MC, don’t be like this.”

You shake your head, refusing to go.

He sighs, and tries to make a deal with you - if you agree to go to the doctor, he’ll get off that forsaken computer and spend more time with you when you get better.

V:

Usually, you were quite calm and easy-going, and that made this situation so much more confusing for this poor angel.

He stated that the two of you needed to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries, and your reaction was highly unusual.

You didn’t really even say ‘no’ you just...fell onto the floor, lying on your back, looking up at him with a pout.

V.Exe is not responding

He has no idea what the actual hell just happened.

“...M...MC? What are you doing?”

The humiliation suddenly hits you and you get up off the floor, blushing softly and explaining your dislike of being in public due to your social anxiety.

He’s still mildly confused as to why you felt the need to fall onto the ground to tell him that, but he understands what it feels like to be anxious, and just tells you to make a list of the things you want him to buy.

Jaehee:

The two of you were in town, holding hands as you made your way past the buildings, when Jaehee mentioned how it’s about time for you to go and make your annual medical examination

And you responded by...suddenly going limp and literally falling on the ground, much to her shock.

Thankfully, you weren’t in a busy part of town, but it still gained someone unsavory looks.

“MC!? What are you doing…? Get up from there…!” She’s slightly panicked but also embarrassed by the glances from passersby.

She helps you to your feet, though she does glance you over to make sure you aren’t hurt, worried about what caused you to do that.

When you explain the problem to her, she sighs in disappointment. “Really, MC?”

Disappointed Mom Mode

“You’re going to have to go get checked, but I suppose I could make the appointment with you if you’d like.”

Saeran:

It was the day of your doctor appointment, and you really hated the doctor.

Something about the doctor just...caused a deep discomfort within you, and you absolutely loathed it. You weren’t even /that/ ill…!

Unfortunately, Saeran begged to differ, calling you out for how you clearly needed to go.

You could tell her was becoming frustrated with how childish you were being, shaking your head like a five year old and refusing to go get yourself checked out.

When he tried to get you to stand up, you went limp and fell onto the bed, low-key freaking the poor boy out with your sudden limpness.

“W-What?...MC! Get up!”

You jokingly say ‘not unless you carry me!”

MUCH to your shock you feel him suddenly lifting you up in the air, into his chest like a princess, “Damn, you’re heavy.”

You know he’s joking, but you still playfully hit his chest in an ‘offended’ manner.

He chuckles softly, as he carries you through the town (and the two of you recieve many gazes of awe and confusion as you do so)

Ray:

Ray and you were in the garden, technically on a date.

And it was then you remembered you had a ‘one on one meeting’ with the Saviour.

Immediately you felt the anxiety within you, and you bit your lip, and unfortunately Ray noticed your internal distress.

“Everything okay, MC?” His voice was so full of love and concern.

“I...have to go see the Saviour in a little while.”

Ray’s face was confused - why did you seem so immensely concerned by it?

“I...suppose I am slightly anxious, haha…” you exclaimed, biting down on your lips harder. It intimidated you, and honestly this entire situation was so unusual and odd for you.

You were clearly very hesitant on going, and before you could really say anything else, you felt him princess-carry you to where your meeting would be taking place.

Hope this was good, it took ages and also confession: Mod Ama has long-ago deleted the app (B/c it took too much space and generally I b r e a t h e d this game, and it was...taking way too much time from my busy ass life, BUT i have read A LOT of fanfiction from the Saeran/Ray route, and also I wiki’d shit like hell, and so the Ray scenario is just…..something I made up so don’t shoot me pls.

- Mod Ama 

[lovelylunarwriting]

Gryffindor!Jae x Slytherin!Reader

It had been some years since you’ve seen that cheesy grin.

You were childhood besties with Jae up until you got your letter to attend Hogwarts.

Coming from a muggle family and not knowing any other people with magic other than yourself, you figured you shouldn’t tell Jae, even if he was your best friend.

After spending an entire afternoon brainstorming some excuse to tell him for why you’d be suddenly absent from his life for the next several years, he beat you to the punch and confessed that he’d be moving at the end of summer.

You: “Alaska?”

Jae: “...yep. Good ol’ Alaska”

You: “But why?”

Jae: “Uhh my parents said something about a new job opportunity, but all I know is that we’re moving. Sorry”

You: “Well, it doesn’t matter anyway because my parents are sending me to boarding school”

Jae: “Boarding school? With your grades?”

You: “Hey!”

Jae: “Don’t worry, I’m just playing. Everyone knows you’re a try hard”

But it didn’t matter how hard you tried when it came to Jae, because instead of enjoying the last summer you two might ever have together, he spent the whole time avoiding you.

He used the “I asked my mom and she said no” excuse more times that you could count.

After a few weeks of trying to go play outside with him as you guys did every summer and getting shot down every time, you gave in and accept that he just didn’t want to be friends anymore.

“Guess it works out that I’m going to Hogwarts, then. I’ll find a new best friend”, you told yourself, but it didn’t help mend the Jae-sized hole in your young heart.

With everything that happened with Jae, the last thing you expected to see today is Jae in distinctly red Gryffindor robes laughing with your best friend, Young K.

They’re walking down the hall, going the opposite way of you, and neither see you since you duck behind some Hufflepuff kids.

But then you realize “I’m gonna have to face this now or later, might as well do it now”

“HEY, JAE!”, you yell across the hall, and he stops dead in his tracks, still staring straight ahead.

Young K turns are like “???” but then realizes that it’s just you, and calls you over to the two of them.

Young K: “Hey, Y/N! I didn’t think you knew Jae?”

You: “I didn’t know that he’s a wizard but I sure do know that he lied to me”, you snap, the hurt apparent in your voice.

And with that sharp comment, Jae winces and breaks his staring contest with the wall, shifting his gaze carefully down to you.

Jae: “I didn’t want to lie, but I really didn’t know what to tell you. And you lied, too! Boarding school, my ass”

You: “This is?? A boarding school”

Jae: “Yeah but it’s a magic boarding school- how convenient of you to leave that part out”

You: “Just because I didn’t tell you the full truth doesn’t mean that I lied”

Meanwhile, Young K just looks back between the two of you, somewhat horrified but mostly very confused.

Young K: “...Do you guys want to go talk this out over lunch since that’s where we were heading anyway?”

You and Jae reluctantly mumble your agreement and trudge behind Young K all the way to the long Slytherin table.

You elegantly slide yourself onto the bench while Jae less gracefully plops himself down next to you.

Young K eyes the both of you like you're a ticking time bomb and cautiously takes the seat across from you.

Young K: “So you two know each other?”

You: “We were childhood friends”

Jae: “We are childhood best friends”, he corrects.

You: “Sorry, didn't you have somewhere to be?? Like oh I don't know- Alaska?”

Jae: “Bro, are you ever going to let that go?”

You: “Well it doesn’t help that I just found out now. I honestly don’t know how I didn’t spot you, a literal tree, before today. Plus- I’ll let go of that when you let go of the pool incident”

Mention of this particular event has Young K tilting his head, clearly lost, and Jae cackling way more than any normal person would.

You: “It’s not that funny!”

Jae: “Check your facts again, it’s actually very funny”

Young K: “What are you talking about?”

Jae: “Well what happened was-”

You: “NO SIR. If anyone’s telling this story, it’s me. I’m the victim here”

Jae: “Victim my ass, but alright. Go ahead”, he says, doing a grand gesture with his arms signalling you to continue.

You then go on to tell the story of one of you and Jae’s childhood summer escapades, where you happened to go to the pool.

Y’all weren’t there to swim, though. The volleyball courts were right outside of the pool.

Jae had thought that playing volleyball- or at least attempting to- would be a fun way to spend the day.

And that’s exactly what you did, whack a volleyball back and forth all day under the hot sun.

Towards the middle of the day, when the sun was at its peak, you mentioned offhand that it was getting too blazing hot to be outside any longer.

To which lil Jae was like “I’ve got the perfect idea!” and THREW YOU INTO THE POOL.

T-Shirt, shorts, tennis shoes and all. Drenched.

You never swam faster in your life than you did in that moment to get out of the pool and kiLL jaE.

Instead of continuing your volleyball streak, you spent the rest of that day chasing around Jae and threatening to tell his mom what he’d done.

After a few minutes though, it morphed into a lighthearted game of chase.

Telling this story to Young K brings up something inside of you that had been gone for quite a while. A sort of happiness that only the too-tall-for-his-own-good boy, Jae, could make you feel.

From there on out, it’s like you and Jae were never apart to begin with. One of you is always with the other.

Even though you don’t have any classes together, you’ve got each others schedules memorized so you can walk by their classes and make faces at one another through the windows when the professor isn’t looking.

This time around, Jae’s making faces at you from outside your classroom and the professor happens to turn around and face the window the exact moment Jae makes the cringiest duck face imaginable and you just,,,, lose it.

So does the rest of the class, who are used to the two of you doing this kind of thing by now.

Once the laughter dies down, your professor makes a comment that hits close to home for whatever reason.

“Y/N, please tell your boyfriend not to disrupt my classes with his… antics”

Everyone else is like “yeah Y/N, get your boyfriend in check, smh” and you’re sitting there like “Boy??? Friend?? Boy that is my friend? Or b o y f r i e n d”

The rest of the day you have the internal fight with yourself of “Is Jae my boyfriend?? When did that happen?? Do I even want him to be my boyfriend??”

When you lay in bed at the end of the day though, you stop trying to deny how you truly feel.

You really like Jae and would die of happiness if he wanted to be with you but… does he feel the same way?

He’s been your best friend for as long as you can remember and you don’t want to ruin it by saying anything weird.

At the same time though, now that you’re laying in bed, ya know,,,, reflecting on your whole life, as one does.

Has Jae been flirting with you recently?

Ever since reconnecting with him at Hogwarts, he’s been glued to your side. It’s not that that makes you think he might think the two of you are something more, though.

He’s always holding open doors for you, throwing an arm around your shoulders like it’s the most natural thing to do, and complimenting you about practically everything.

And on top of that, he always makes a point to take you out at least once a week but you thought that's just what best friends do??

It's not exactly like you can say “hey when we went to Hogsmeade last Tuesday was that a date or nah”

“I’ll confront him about it tomorrow”, you tell yourself, dismissing the whole situation for the time being and getting some rest.

The next morning at breakfast, Jae slides into his usual seat right next to you but you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

And of course, being your best friend, he immediately picks up on it.

Jae: “Hey, what’s up with you today?”

You: “I... well I don’t know how to ask this without seeming like an idiot”

Jae: “I’m friends with Wonpil- I’m used to stupid questions. Shoot”

You: “Okay then I’m just gonna go right out and say it so- um... arewedating?”

Jae: “I'm sorry, what did you say?”

You: “See?? It was stupid, I'm just gonna go-”

Jae: “No, like I literally couldn't understand what you were saying because you said it so fast”

You: “I uhhhhhhhh asked if we are,,,,,,, dating”

Mentally preparing yourself for the anguish that comes with losing a friend as close to your heart as Jae is, ironically you find yourself completely unprepared to respond to what he asks next.

Jae: “Do you want to be?”

You: “Do I want to be what? An astronaut?”, accidentally blurting out sarcasm even in this relatively serious situation.

Jae: “No- dating. Do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

You: “!! Well uhh that depends, do you want that?”

Jae: “Of course I do, I've liked you for like forever”

You: “you w h a t”

Jae: “I've liked you since we were kids. Some things never change, I guess”

You: “I… like you too, ya know”

Jae: “Oh I would hope so, otherwise that would make this really awkward”, he says and leans in.

Cupping your face with one hand, he gently presses his lips to yours, making your heart rate increase faster than you'd like to admit was possible by kissing your best friend.

You: “...that's the cheesiest, most cliche thing you've ever done”

Jae: “Totally, but it was worth it”

You: “Okay- whatever you say, loser”

Jae: “Yes, but now I'm your loser~”

Neither of you remember to tell Young K that you're now a couple but he finds out in,,,, another way.

Aka the two of you are making out in the library, you pressed against a bookshelf by Jae’s lean body, when Young K happens to glance down that particular aisle.

He immediately shrieks and runs out of the library to go complain to Sungjin about it.

Jae just shrugs and continues carefully placing kisses down your neck.

After the initial trauma of seeing his two best friends getting steamy in the library, Young K is on board with the relationship, regardless of how many jokes he makes about Jae.

Not you, really. Just Jae.

One day, Jae brings up a question that you don't know how to answer.

Jae: “Why do you call him that?”

You: “Call who what??”

Jae: “You call Brian “Young K”. It’s doing too much for his ego- you gotta call him Brian and knock him down a peg”

You: “Will it make you happy if I do?”

Jae: “Absolutely. A hundred percent”

You: “Consider it done”

The next time you see Young K, it's in passing on your way out of class.

You tried to sit together at the beginning of the semester but got separated by the teacher for “teaming up and bullying the Hufflepuff students”

Pretty much, there was one time where you both shoved Wonpil in the closet in the back of the classroom, put a chair under the door, and cast a noise-cancelling spell on the door so no one would notice.

But anyway, you happen to pass him on your way out the door, and say as casually as you can, “See you tomorrow, Brian!”

He drops his books, that he'd been trying to put in his bag, all over the floor and looks at you with shock, disbelief, and betrayal.

Young K: “I knew Jae would get to you one day, but I never thought it would be so soon”

You: “Tragicm really. Gotta go, adiós BRYAN!”

Being around Jae so much has you picking up phrases that he says, and him saying a lot of your common phrases.

Like one time you said “Let’s get it!” without even thinking about it and it made Jae so happy he almost cried.

Spending so much time with Jae is honestly the best thing. He’s just such a fun person to be around, that even if you're just doing homework, the little comments he makes on random things make even the most boring of tasks enjoyable.

Going from best friend to boyfriend, Jae ends up being just the thing you didn’t realize you needed until he became yours.

[stonedstozier]

hold your breath

chapter two

chapter one here

pairing: stenbrough

warnings: self harm, homophobia, abuse

modern day au

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“Where is e- everyone?” Bill asks, walking up to Richie who’s standing by his locker.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Richie laughs lightly. Bill nods his head and stays silent. “Hey, you okay?” Richie asks, concern filling his eyes. Bill nods his head once again, but Richie doesn’t buy it. “Did you and your dad get in a fight again?” he asks yet another question.

The thing is, Richie doesn’t know all that goes on in the Denbrough household. Bill only tells him as much as he’s comfortable with. When Richie asks about fighting, he thinks it’s just his father yelling at him. He doesn’t know about the physical aspect of it.

“Y- yes,” Bill answers quietly.

“Was it bad?”

“Not t- too b- bah- bad,” Bill lies.

Throughout all of the losers, Bill and Richie are the closest. Bill tells Richie about some of his problems. He trusts Richie in that way and he knows Richie won’t ever tell his secrets. 

Richie knows a lot about Bill, but he also knows next to nothing about him at the same time. Stan and Bill are also pretty close, but Bill wouldn’t dare tell him as much as he tells Richie because he fears he’ll scare Stan away in some way.

“Just a b- bit of yelling, th- that’s all,” Bill adds.

“Well, are you okay?” Richie rests his hand gently on his arm. Bill nods. He didn’t dare lie out loud; he’s afraid he’ll break.

“Hey guys!” Beverly calls from across the hall as her and the rest of the losers catch up to them.

“Wow, it’s about time,” Richie says sarcastically.

“Sorry.” Beverly smiles. “We just got caught up talking.” Richie rolls his eyes playfully. “Oh Bill,” she says, catching the boy's attention. “Stan’s asking for you. He’s over by his locker.”

“Ooohh drama!” Eddie teases.

“I- it’s not d- drama,” Bill half-laughs.

“Oh, well, never mind then.” Eddie says disappointedly. Bill shakes his head and walks over to where the curly-headed boy is located.

“Knock knock,” Bill says, knocking on Stan’s locker.

“Oh, hey.” Stan smiles warmly, closing his locker.

“Bev s- said you’re asking f- for m- m- me?”

“Did she really say that?” Stan’s voice is filled with annoyance. Bill smiles back and nods his head. “Of course she did.”

“W- were you not?” worry starts to flood Bill’s veins.

“No, no I was! I just don’t get why she had to say it like that.” Stan laughs nervously.

“Okay,” Bill says quietly, not knowing what else to say.

“Umm, anyway, I was just wondering why you never texted me back last night. I mean, it’s not like you to not reply and I wanted to see if you’re okay.” Bill goes wide-eyed at Stan’s words.

“Uh, I- I’m okay. I j- just had a lot of home- homework and th- then ended up p- passing out.” Bill hopes Stan can’t see through his lie. “I d- didn’t even finish it a- all anyway- way so I know m- my teachers will be p- pissed.”

“Oh, it’s okay.” Stan shrugs his shoulders. “I just thought something was wrong or if I did something that made you upset.”

“I- I’m okay,” Bill tries his hardest to smile. 

The bell rings, signaling that first period had started (talk about being saved by the bell).

“Okay, well I’ll see you after class?” Stan asks rather than states. Bill nods his head. “Well catch ya later, Big Bill.” Stan says, his brown eyes gleaming.

“S- see ya, Stan the Ma- Man.” Bill says, his tone light and love-filled.

Bill walks to class, trying to hide the smile that’s plastered on his face. He makes his way to class and takes a seat in the very back, like always. The teacher had begun the class, but the boy just stares out into space, getting lost in his head.

“Bill?” the teacher asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Y- yes?”

“Your homework please,” Bill sighs at that.

“I- I didn’t d- do it,” he says, looking away.

“I’d like to see you after class,” is all she says and finishes up the lesson before the bell rings. Bill grabs his things and tries to sneak out the door with the rest of this kids, but fails.

“Bill,” the teacher says. The boy rolls his eyes and walks up to her desk.

“Y- yes?”

“I’m going to have to make a phone call home,” the teacher says in a disappointed tone.

“W- wuh- why?” Bill asks, panicking.

“You have twelve missing homework assignments in this past month and you know the rules, more than ten missing assignments gets you a phone call home.”

“N- no! I can f- f- f- finish them by tonight. I- I’ll get them to you t- tomorrow. P- please don’t call home!” the boy begs. He knows that if she calls home, his dad will answer and he will get a beating.

“I’m sorry Bill, but rules are rules.” the teacher picks up the phone to dial the number and Bill runs out of the classroom in a panic. His heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of his chest.

As Bill’s running to the bathroom, he’s suddenly face first on the floor.

“Watch where you’re going, B- B- B- Bill.” some kids tease and laugh at him.

“Hey! Fuck off, will ya?” Eddie yells at them and helps Bill up. “Are you okay?” Bill nods. “Fucking assholes,” Eddie mutters.

“This school is full of them,” Stan says, walking his way up to the two. Bill just stares at Stan. “Are you okay?” Bill nods again.

Quite frankly, Bill’s getting sick and tired of people asking if he’s okay all the time. He understands that they’re his friends and he’s grateful that they care about him, but it can get annoying at times. 

Bill quickly snaps out of his thoughts when he feels warm, sticky liquid trickling down his arm.

“I- I’ve, um, I have t- to go.” he rushes out, running towards the bathroom.

“What’s up with him?” Eddie asks Stan.

“I’m not sure, but he’s acting really off.”

“I agree,” Richie says, coming out of nowhere.

“Do you have any idea what it could be?” Stan asks Richie. Richie shakes his head, even though he has a slight idea.

Meanwhile, Bill locks himself in a stall in the boys bathroom. He rolls up his sleeve to see that blood has filled up the whole entire bandage that’s wrapped around his arm. He rips it off to see that his cuts have reopened. He frantically starts wrapping toilet paper around his arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He reaches into his bag to grab tape - he learned that it comes in handy - and tapes the toilet paper to his arm and it seems to do the trick for now. He rolls his sleeve back down and waits a few more moments before exiting the bathroom to where he finds himself colliding with Stan.

“Oh, hey.” Stan says once he realizes that it’s his friend.

“H- hi,” Bill smiles slightly.

“Are you o-” Bill gives Stan a cold look, making him cut himself off. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school today?” Stan asks instead, avoiding his previous question.

“Y- yes,” Bill says confidently, even though he has a stutter. He knows that if he goes home, bad things were bound to happen, especially since his teacher more than likely already called his father.

“Okay, cool.” Stan looks the other in the eyes and smiles a heartwarming grin.

“C- cool.” Bill looks away so Stan can’t see the obvious blush on his face.

“Meet in our usual after school spot?”

Bill nods his head.

“Okay,” is all Stan says and heads off to class. Bill staring after the boy lovingly.

“I don’t get why you just don’t tell him,” Beverly says from behind Bill, causing him to yelp in surprise.

“I- I don’t know w- what you’re talking ab- bout,” Bill denies.

“Oh whatever, Bill. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” she says, nudging his side. “I’m not blind and he isn’t either. Just tell him that you like him.”

“L- like him?!” Bill asks with wide eyes and mouth agape.

“Yes, Bill. I know you like him.” Beverly says, smiling like an idiot.

“S- stop smiling like that. It’s s- scaring me.” Bill frowns.

“Oh, don’t be a baby. Your secret is safe with me.” Bill just looks at the girl, not knowing what to say. He doesn’t even know himself if he likes Stan like that. He knows that with Stan it is different, but not that different. Or is it?

“Who’s a baby and who’s keeping secrets?” Eddie asks, jumping in the middle of Beverly and Bill.

“I’m p- pretty sure the baby is you,” Bill jokes, eyeing the small boy up and down.  

“Nice one, Big Bill!” Richie says, patting the boy on the back.

“Where d- did you come from?” he asks Richie.

“His mother's womb, duh.” Eddie replies, as if the answer’s written in the sky.

“You are literally so stupid!” Richie snaps at the smallest boy. Eddie rolls his eyes and mocks Richie.

Once again, the bell rings and they’re headed on their way - meeting up after every class until it’s eventually lunch time. Bill doesn’t really feel like sitting with the losers today; he’d rather be alone. But he knows that if he doesn’t sit with them, they’d all be on his case as to why and if he’s okay, especially Richie.

Bill sits in his usual spot, right between Stan and Beverly. In front of him are Richie and Mike. Ben sits between Beverly and Mike while Eddie sits between Richie and Stan. This is how they sit every day. Nothing different, no one else added to the losers club, just them. And they’re happy with their little group of seven. Happy until someone isn’t.

“Bill?” Stan asks, placing his hand on his knee, snapping Bill back to reality.

“Y- yes?”

“Well, who do you think would win?” Mike asks. Bill shoots him a confused look.

“Who do you think would win a fight? The Hulk or Thor?” Ben cuts in. Bill sits there pondering for a bit.

“I would s- say the Hu- Hulk, b- but Thor is r- really good too.”

“Wow, I can’t believe I’m friends with a bunch of losers.” Beverly shakes her head.

The rest of the day is kind of a blur for Bill. All he keeps thinking about is the end of school so he can hang out with Stan and what will happen when he goes back home. 

The final bell rings and Bill waits outside of the school by the big tree, where the losers meet up at the end of the day before they part ways.

“You ready?” Stan asks, popping out from behind Bill, grabbing his shoulders.

“Y- yes,” Bill smiles adoringly. They both hop on their bikes and ride in comfortable silence to Stan’s house.

“So, what do you want to do? Video games?” Stan asks, closing the door behind Bill. Bill gives Stan an ‘are you seriously asking me that?’ look. “Right. That was a stupid question.” Stan shakes his head and turns on the Xbox. “Pick your poison,” he motions to his shelf of games.

“R- really?” Bill asks, sarcasm dripping behind his words.

“Sorry, that was another stupid question.” The curly-haired boy sighs and pulls Call of Duty off the shelf and sticks the game in.

Hours and multiple shouts later, Stan decides to give up. “I quit!” Stan yells and throws his controller down.

“Aw, w- why? Someone’s a s- s- sore loser.” Bill smirks. Stan narrows his eyes playfully.

“Am not!”

“Is that why you’re q- quitting?” Stan doesn’t have a response. He just sits there staring at the boy in awe. This is the most ‘normal’ Bill has acted all day and it makes Stan’s heart flutter for unknown reasons. At least unknown for now. “W- what?” Bill starts to panic.

Stan is just staring at him, not saying anything, and it starts to worry the boy. Did he accidentally hurt his feelings? Did he offend him? ‘Impossible,’ Bill thinks to himself. Stan hardly, if ever, gets offended.

“Oh, nothing.” Stan says and breaks eye contact.

“A- are you o- okay?” Bill lowers his head to try to be at Stan’s level again.

“Am I?” Stan asks, snapping his head up in shock. He’s confused as to why Bill would ask him that. “I’m okay. Are you?” His eyes meet Bill’s again. Bill slightly nods his head. “Billy?” Stan asks rather seriously.

“Yes?”

“You would never lie to me, right?” Stan asks. A part of him knows that his friend isn’t okay, but the other part feels that maybe he’s overreacting. Maybe Bill is having an off day. He seemed to act happier as soon as he stepped foot into Stan’s house.

“Y- yes.” Bill is the one who looks away this time. Stan’s heart immediately sinks into his stomach; he knows Bill is lying.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Stan scoots a little closer to the other. “Anything at all. I promise I won’t tell anyone or judge you.”  Bill nods his head. “So, what’s going on in that little mind of yours?” he asks, tapping Bill lightly on top of his head. Bill giggles and blushes slightly.

“N- nothing,” he sighs. Stan frowns. He knows no matter how hard he tries, he will get nothing out of Bill. At least not today. “I- it was fun h- hanging out with you, but I h- have to go b- before my dad starts to w- worry about where I am.” Stan nods and walks him to the front door where they say their goodbyes and ‘see you tomorrow’s’.

On the way home, tears start to well up in Bill’s eyes. He knows exactly what’s coming once he steps foot through the door.

“H- here we go,” Bill whispers to himself as he parks his bike and enters the front door.

“Oh, there’s our shining star! Our family disappointment.” His mother’s words are slurred as she stands up from the couch. Bill instantly knows she’s high.

“M- mom?” his lower lip quivers at the sight of his mother.

“Your father has told me aaaaaaall about you today,” she says, walking up to him. Bill gives her a puzzled look. “About your grades and your failures. How you’re gay.” She emphasizes that one word.

“I- I’m not-”

“Oh, save the bullshit. We all know it. And you know we don’t tolerate gays in this family.” She shakes her finger at her son, shunning him.

“Where have you been?” Bill’s father’s voice booms, causing the fragile boy to jump.

“N- nowhere,” he lies and turns slowly to face his father.

“Don’t fucking lie to me! Now, where were you?” Bill stays quiet. “Your teacher called me today. Seems you’re failing her class along with the rest.” his father lets out a malicious laugh. Bill bites his tongue, trying to hold back his tears. “Now where were you?” Once again, Bill stays quiet, which results in him getting slapped across the face and his back shoved into the wall. “You better fucking answer me you worthless piece of shit!”

“I, I w- was, I was a- at a f- f- fuh- friend’s.” Bill can’t hold back his tears anymore and lets them fall down his face.

“Is this friend named Stan?” his father’s words are hot on his face. “I bet that’s where you were, weren’t you?” he pauses. “Weren’t you?!” his grip tightens on Bill’s shirt.

“Y- yes,” Bill sobs.

“Who’s Stan?” his mother asks playfully.

“His no-good pathetic little boyfriend,”

“H- he’s n- not my b- b- boyfriend,” Bill’s voice shakes as he tries to make out words through his sobs.

“Right,” his father laughs in his face. “But you like him, don’t you?” Bill doesn’t get a chance to respond before he’s on the ground. He lays there as his father continues to punch and kick at him.

Bill eventually finds a way to escape and runs up to his room. He slams the door shut and immediately runs toward his closet. He shuts the lights off and closes the closet door, backing up as far as he can. Bill puts his head between his knees and begins to cry even harder, if that were even possible.

“Please make i- it stop. P- please m- make it go a- away,” he repeats over and over until he cries himself into darkness.

[warriorhearte]

A LONG, OVERDUE BUT VERY NECESSARY CANON-DIVERGENCE POST

hi, hello, welcome. this is kinda important but i’m not saying you should definitely read this post. ( i am, but. ) anyway, yeah. this is overdue because canon hasn’t sat right with me since well, it’s been canon, more specifically season three because even though season one ( not so much, i’d give it a solid 8/10 but julie plec was involved and she fucks everything up so you know ) and season two still sucked, they compare nothing to how shitty cami was treated in season three. now i’m not here to bash plec, which is a lie because she seriously should not be writing characters when her characterisation changes give me fucking whiplash. i wouldn’t say i hated season three, it just makes me want to gauge out my eyeballs and throw them the fuck away. primarily, it’s the latter half of the season and the whole vampire thing. SIDE NOTE: this blog is now human!cami based, purely because i prefer her in that way. i’m not opposed to writing her as a vampire and i have said that i enjoy it in the past but i’m essentially going to be more selective when it comes to who i write that with as things are going to have to be plotted out in slightly more detail than i would usually go in to. and honestly, it’s just a preference. i already have a post dedicated to the divergences within cami’s vampirism, however i am going to be rewriting it here as well as completely, thoroughly, entirely changing her actual transition because reasons, i guess.

the rest of this is gonna be under read more because even though i don’t know how much i’m gonna write as of now, it’s gonna be a lot. my apologies in advance. update, this got really fucking long.

TRANSITION

uh, so i’m sure we know how cami’s transition went down. kidnapped by aurora, compelled to drink her blood when she knows klaus is in love with her, die on his bed blah blah blah. i’m probably not the only one aware that this is very ship-oriented. and hey, i won’t complain. i am the first person to say i ship the thing because i do but i don’t want that for my portrayal. ( i might not have found this so unappealing if they’d perhaps gone about the whole deal in a more realistic way such as cami, you know, hating herself because she never wanted vampirism, and perhaps having some support to lean on, maybe in the figure of klaus seeing as she trusts him. but no, they snatched any hope away for that when they turned her in to an arrogant bitch for no good reason at all. ) i’m not bitter, at all. so, wipe that clean. simply, it didn’t happen. okay? okay. there was no dying on a bed after a supposed declaration of love because for one, that doesn’t make much sense given she had to physically get up off the bed to find a knife? then lay back down? and finally slit her own throat? all the while klaus is laying there peacefully asleep with no awareness to what is going on with the movements that should be able to wake him given the fact he is a fucking hybrid with enhanced fucking hearing? anyway, back to the important stuff and so the key areas that stay the same / desperately need changing.  

OVERVIEW: cami was still turned using aurora’s blood, therefore she was still kidnapped by aurora. she is not compelled to drink aurora’s blood and then slit her throat the moment she knows that klaus is in love with her. instead, she is compelled to drink aurora’s blood and slit her own throat the day after christmas day, so the 26th of december. i am assuming aurora would be smart enough to know that she would have spent christmas with the mikaelson family. this, i believe makes it much harder for any sort of happiness. and i believe it makes it much harder for cami to deal with. ( which i also assume is something that may have been wanted on aurora’s part given the jealously that was shown canonically - shone through multiples times - especially with the original kidnap of cami. ) when she wakes up at the mikaelson home on the 26th, she leaves immediately through effects of the compulsion to then drink aurora’s blood and then slit her throat when she arrives back at her apartment. she doesn’t cry out, but she does feel every excruciating moment as she bleeds out alone on her kitchen floor. once she wakes up, she remembers everything. she remembers every moment. the moment she was compelled by aurora, the moment she woke up in the morning with the plan to do this ingrained in her mind. originally, she’s upset which would be expected. she’s died, and has no idea what to do and so the first person she goes to is klaus. he’s been a vampire and rightfully, she knows that no matter his methods, he is the best person that she could go to. so she does, and everything from that point onwards follows the events of canon. EXCEPT THE FACT SHE WAS TRAPPED IN THAT MAGIC CONTAINMENT THING BECAUSE I DON’T AGREE WITH IT AND I NEVER HAVE. WOMEN ARE ALLOWED TO MAKE THEIR OWN DECISIONS. but she does remain there in hopes of changing his mind on her stance and she does see freya, and blah blah blah. she does still drink vincent’s blood in order for the transition to be complete. he is the one that does convince her to become a vampire, nobody else has any input when it comes to that. obviously, her original approach to vampirism was to do something good with it and vincent was the one to push her in to doing so ( without him, she would be very much dead. )

COMPULSION

simply, it’s very very very ( a lot of stress on every very ) rare. ( obviously this is something subject to change in various verses as in some that i already have, she is perfectly okay with compelling a person. ) the fact that we saw her compel literally right after turning on the show is complete bullshit. B U L L S H I T. why? well, when cami first arrived in new orleans or in the first season of the show, she endured a large enough amount of time being compelled by klaus. during that time and in the period after, there was a lot of anger, and the treatment she endured was not fair. her own free will was taken from her, and this was something argued against quite heavily. we also saw how much pain she actually went through to get rid of the compulsion’s effect on her. it’s also noted how much she hated other vampires compelling humans, for example: when lucien castle compelled will kinney to think of himself as nothing. cami considered will a friend, and therefore, compulsion is not something that cami actively participates in. it removes free will from an innocent human, which is exactly what was done to her with no appreciation for it. as well as this, it also gave her the belief that she was losing her mind / going insane and that is not something she would want anyone else to go through, let alone it be through her own actions.

FEEDING

cami doesn’t drink from the vein. she drinks from blood bags only ( as with compulsion, this is subject to change with regards to some verses. ) she didn’t particularly want this life, so she doesn’t want to participate in anything that could harm someone else in a way that she may have intentionally been harmed before turning in to a vampire. it also stems from her desire to protect the human population, because whilst she does know that there are others around her that do exactly as a vampire would, she doesn’t want to be one of those people. her whole intent with this immortal life is to do something good with it. that’s all that she really wants and if she can survive without hurting anybody, then that’s a very large bonus. and she doesn’t really find the whole process of feeding appealing. in short, she didn’t ask to be a vampire so she doesn’t want to actively seek out parts of their life such as this. 

AURORA DE MARTEL

obviously with vampirism comes heightened emotion. now of course there are heightened feelings towards several people in her life, but none more so than aurora. aurora killed her and for that she  h a t e s  her and cami doesn’t really hate anyone. ( small note: cami’s opinion on aurora doesn’t reflect mine personally. i would let aurora de martel shoot me, so. ) as mentioned, she likes to train herself with vincent when she has time to spare which does actually help with any anger she feels. because it does, it has become quite a regular thing for her to do as it is beneficial in terms of frustration. as much as she would like to pretend that it is only based on the anger that she feels towards her, there is definitely an underlying sense of fear in case she was to ever come back. of course she does trust that she is locked someplace away but she does want to have some capability of defending herself this time if aurora was to ever return and attempt to kill her again. in her heart, she knows she would lose but it does allow her the smallest of comfort if she can throw a decent punch. therefore it’s punching bags and boxing rings to somewhat escape the torment of knowing she is still alive.

VAMPIRE STRENGTHS

she does actually use these. shocker! i know. obviously there are some benefits to her using them such as everyday tasks aren’t as difficult ( not that they really were anyway ) but you know, heavier boxes at the bar are pretty easy for her to lift etc. etc. they’re part of her daily life and for that reason she doesn’t really notice them too much. she’ll often by utilising them in the gym marcel created for vampires, punching a couple bags with vincent to release pent up anger towards aurora.

MUN NOTE

hi, this got long. i’m sorry.

[cannedapricot]

Barista! Natamoto Yuta

ft. a cute taeil! i figured i should get this request from anon done before christmas so here’s a short cute christmasy barista yuta!

JoY tO tHe WoRlD

CHRISTMAS IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER Y’ALL GET FESTIVE

SO!!!

yuta works at a small hole in the wall cafe

it’s literally called “hole in the wall”

it’s a very simple cafe which people tend to miss when they walk by

it’s not as crowded as starbucks when the pumpkin spice latte comes out 

but it’s not dead ok

there’s a handful of people that come :’)

othERWISE BARISTA! YUTA WOULD GO POOR AND QUIT BIEAFBDIS

our takoyaki prince actually loves that it’s not crowded

i mean,,,, as a transfer college student,,,, hE JUST WANTS TO EARN MONEY WHILE DOING NOTHING LIKE THE REST OF US

all he does on his shift is make a few coffees, maintain his clean work space and charm his customers so they tip him

liSTEN

THE BOY MADE THE MISTAKE OF WORKING AT STARBUCKS ONCE

N E V E R A G A I N

THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE WAS WAY TOO OVERWHELMING 

also so many people were talking on their phones while ordering

and it pissed him off lol

so he quit and started working at hole in the wall thanks to barista! taeil’s recommendation

and he’s never been so relaxed while earning money :’)

the shop is five minutes from the dreamie’s school

and they drop by every so often

and boss yuta around because,

“i’M PAYING YOU FOR THIS”

yuta nearly strangled haechan but barista but also son of the manager! taeyong was glaring at him

and yuta’s already been warned about bad customer service from last time when he gave doyoung a carrot instead of the pastry he ordered

the end of year is s t r e s s f u l

because wow finals f u n

so yuta tends to take a break from the shop when finals roll around

but the manager (also the pastry chef) also lets every other collage student take a break 

so all that’s left is the manager, full time barista! taeil and pastry chef apprentice! mark :’)

coincidentally, you were stressing over finals as well

finding the perfect place to study was quite the task

the school library was full and the wifi was slow asf thanks to the 5732 students there at once

the cafe close to campus was stuffy and rowdy

and your dorm had w a y too many distractions

yOU JUST WANTED A PLACE TO STUDY WHY IS IT SO HARD :’CC

you discover hole in the wall one day while returning from the cafe near campus

it got way too noisy for your liking

so you just decided 

fuck it

and left :’)

you had also nearly missed it when you walked by but you caught the sight of a bunch of rowdy school boys walking in

and decided heY WHY NO T

the bell chimed as you opened the door

and you were greeted by the simple and warm decor of the small shop

the only people there were the bunch of high schoolers, the staff, and two other studying students

you stepped up near the counter, squinting your eyes at the menu lol

turns out, the boys in front of you were having a nice long chat with another boy who was almost entirely covered in flour

you kinda stood there awkwardly for a while bECAUSE INTERRUPTING THEM WOULD BE RUDE

until another man walked to the front of the store

“um,,, mark,,, do you realise we have a new customer behind your squad??”

mark peeks his head over the dreamies and realizes oH SHIT WE DO

and proceeds to shoo the dreamies to a table :’)

“i’m so sorry,,,,,i wasn’t expecting- i mean i we were expecting customers but- ,,,,we just haven’t had anyone new come in for a while,,”

BITCH YOU CAN’T HELP BUT LET OUT A SMILE

THE KID WAS ADORABLE

and so you order your choice of coffee (or tea!) and a piece of cake!!

which makes mark light up becaUSE HE MADE THAT CAKE AND HE’S REALLY PROUD OF IT

“TAEIL YOU HEAR THAT?”

“i’M ON IT MARK”

communication at it’s finest

the flour boy introduces himself along with all the others in the shop currently

the barista who told him you were here? that’s taeil!

the two students studying? that’s doyoung and johnny!

the bunch of highschoolers?

“oh they’re irrelevant” 

smiling to yourself, you choose to sit at the table close to counter

maybe you’d find yourself being a regular here!11!!1

and so you do lol

you find yourself coming everyday!

and you also found yourself becoming closer with the other regulars and two of the staff lol

you even decorated the shop for christmas with them!!

and forced them to add christmas hats to the uniform :’’’)

i love wholesome families :’’’’’’’’)

remember how this is a yuta fic?

yeaH LETS GET HIM SCREENTIME REAL QUICK

after the finals were over, yuta, taeyong and johnny return to the cafe in glory1!1!!

and after serving the dreamies, you turn up

yujohnyong were like “ooOOOOOH NEW CUSTOMER!!”

but the others were like,

“y/n!!! welcome back!!”

????

THERE’S A REGULAR THAT YUTA DOESN’T KNOW????

THIS CAN’T HAPPEN

so

yuta slides up to mork and asks,,

“who’s y/n?”

“oh, they became a regular when you left to study lol”

fffffffFFFFFFFF

then yuta slides up to the counter, elbowing taeil out of the way to do so

“hey! so i hear you’re a regular!!”

shoots 10000000000 watt smile

“uh,,,, yeah,,,,”

“so what’s your usual order?”

“u,,,m,,,, taeil knows so can i have him do it?”

yuta’s confidence: -100

iTS O K

“orrrrrr you can tell me and i’ll make it for you!!”

but you’re already sitting at your table lol

THE OTHER BOYS ARE CRACKING UP BEHIND HIM LOL

as taeil finishes your order, yuta snatches it up with a piece of cake and heads toward your table

NAKAMOTO YUTA WILL NOT HAVE A REGULAR NOT RECOGNIZE HIM 😤😤😤

“oh i didn’t order cake!!!”

“it’s part of out christmas promotion right now!! don’t worry!”

and he plops down in the chair in front of you

yuta can feel taeyong’s glare on him but hE CAN’T DO ANYTHING

THIS IS GOOD CUSTOMER SERVICE OK

but the gaze melts away as taeyong’s favorite customer, sicheng, comes in with ten

yuta then happily strikes up a conversation with you!

“are you sure it’s ok,,,”

“it’s fine!!! there’s not many customers anyways lol”

and you two talk until the cafe closing time

but on your way home, you realize,,,

yOU FORGOT TO ASK FOR HIS NUMBER???

GOOD JOB Y/N

the first thing you do back at your dorm is scream into your pillow

your dormmate asks you what’s wrong

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I MISSED THE CHANCE TO GET A CUTIE’S NUMBER SEGSRHEERGEH”

i relate

the same thing repeats everyday for a week

you show up at the cafe, yuta makes conversation with you, and you go home realizing that yOU FORGOT TO ASK HIM ABOUT HIS NUMBER AGAIN

LOOK YOU GET TOO CAUGHT UP IN THE CONVO OK

but you’re starting to think,,,,,

maybe he’s not as interested in you as you’re interested in him,,,,

becaUSE HE HASN’T ASKED YOU FOR YOUR NUMBER EITHER???

little do you know,,,

yuta’s screaming to his bros when they’re closing up the shop

“wHY HASN’T SHE ASKED FOR MY NU M B E R”

“lmao ask her yourself”

“ICAN’TDOTHAT WHATIFSHEDOESN’TLIKEME”

and 

johnny’s lowkey done with yuta lol

the next week, christmas eve, you go to the shop per usual

REPEATING TO YOURSELF THAT YOU H A V E TO ASK FOR HIS NUMBER

but when you get there, yuta’s nowhere to be seen

taeil takes your order instead of yuta,,, who’s started to take your orders whenever you showed up

“hey,,,, taeil,,, where’s yuta?”

taeil cracks a mysterious smile while making your beverage

“who knows”

loL YUTA’S IN THE BACK WITH JOHNNY CALMING HIM DOWN

johnny had come up with this plan and yuTA’S DOUBTING HI M

YUTA’S 10000% SURE THAT JOHNNY’S GONNA SCREW HIM OVER

hmmmm what plan??? 🤔🤔🤔

leTS FIND OUT!!!11!1!

taeil comes around the counter with your chosen beverage and a huge sparkly present box???

“this is for you!!”

?????

opening the box, you see a note with a phone beside it

“hey pretty baby ;) your christmas present is me ;;) but i’ll need your number before you can receive the real present ;;;)”

.......

you read it aloud

and the whole cafe heard LMAO

the dreamies are REALLY embarrassed SVBFOSV

AND YUTA BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR

“I KNEW JOHNNY WAS DOING ME DIRTY”

stomping his way towards you, yuta leans on your table

staring into your eyes he says,

“i like you,,, as in my heart beats faster when i see you like, even if you don’t like me the same way could you give me a chance?”

tHERE WAS NO HESITATION IN HIS VOICE

“a-are you sure?”

“biTCH DID I STUTTER???”

“uM OK LETS GIVE IT A TRY”

THE WHOLE CAFE STARTS WOLF WHISTLING 

AND CONFETTI IS THROWN (thanks to johnny who had went to the party shop last night)

through the whole mess, yuta smiles apologetically and says,

“sorry it wasn’t romantic at all, i wanted it to be nicer but johnny planned this and-”

you shut him up with a kiss on his cheek

“it’s fine, i love it the way it is”

merry christmas eve!! if it’s not as fluffy or christmasy enough,,,, i’m sorry aaaa i wrote most of this at the christmas party i was at !! also yuta’s lowkey ooc here ahhahahahahahahhHAHHAHAHA

finally my first nct scenario!! i bet y’all forgot i write for nct as well sefbabodbf but anyways!! have a very merry christmas and a happy new year!!

[danganronpawritings]

Unspoken (Ishimaru x OC Kazuki Saito)

Of course they both knew that something was there, but they both thought that they were just very good friends. Neither had even considered the possibility of something more than that. After all, they both had little experience with friends and no experience with love. … “You know, I could simply stand, Ishimaru-san.” Kazuki said from outside of one of the school’s storage facilities. “Nonsense! You walk with a cane. I won’t allow you to stand for an entire period! Plus, you’re the one that offered to serve as hall monitor with me.” Kiyotaka came out holding a spare chair over his head. “Here, I insist that you take this!” “U-understood…” Kazuki reluctantly took the chair and set it down, before carefully sitting. “Thank you very much, Ishimaru-san. I a-appreciate it.” “Of course! Anything for my friend!” Kiyotaka saluted happily. Kazuki smiled lightly “You just l-love that word don’t you?” “Which word?” “Friend. You say it…rather often.” “D-does it bother you!? I’m sorry, I-“ “N-no, I am not bothered by it at all! In fact, it is…quite nice, to hear someone call me that…” Kiyotaka breathed a sigh of relief. “O-oh…I’m glad, because…” Kiyotaka looked down awkwardly. “I…really like saying it. I’m not…sure why.” Kazuki paused for a moment, almost in shock, before looking at his friend and saying “I feel…e-exactly the same…” “Not surprising, but definitely relieving!” “Good…good.” … The next day during his free period, Kiyotaka was in the library, a common occurrence for him, this time studying Latin phrases. While he was engrossed in the book, Mondo entered the library, his sharp walk contrasting the quiet environment without a word. “Sup man?” Kiyotaka didn’t seem to hear him at all and chose to simply flip to the next page. “Bro?” Still no response. “TAKA! FUCKING LISTEN!” Kiyotaka finally looked up. “Oh, hey bro! Please do not yell in the library. This is meant to be a place of quiet study and tranquility! Nothing should disturb that!” Kiyotaka immediately realized his mistake and covered his mouth. “Well, I wouldn’t have ta yell if ya’d just listen the first fuckin’ time.” Mondo sighed deeply “Anyway, watcha up to? I don’t remember you takin’ Latin.” Kiyotaka’s response was immediate and had some sort of snap to it. “Oh, I’m not! However, Kazuki is taking Latin and I promised to help him. I tried to tell him that he would do well on his own, but he insisted. Something about my ‘superior organizational abilities.’” “Ah, that dandy? I should’ve fuckin’ known. You’re getting close with him, huh?” “Please don’t refer to him as a ‘dandy.’ That’s simply offensive. Also, of course we’re getting close! We are friends after all. Why wouldn’t we be close?” “No, man, I mean you’re gettin’…close.” As Mondo said this he winked as deviously as possible. Kiyotaka responded flatly, completely oblivious to the wink. “That’s…the same thing you just said. I’d ask that you refrain from repeating yourself.” Mondo emphatically facepalmed, whispering “This thick motherfucker.” “What was that? Be clear with your words!” “No, Taka, I mean CLOSE. As in intimate. Ya know, boyfriends? Is that clear enough for ya?!” “Gah…!” Kiyotaka seemed to completely freeze. “Taka?” As if he was a literal broken record, Kiyotaka uttered “Wha…wha…wha…” for an entire minute. Thus, Mondo decide to handle Kiyotaka’s sputtering the same way that he’d handle a real broken record; by punching. As of on cue, Kiyotaka uttered a resounding “WHATWHATWHATWHATWHAT!?!?!?” “Umm…bro? You feelin’ okay?” “NO! I DON’T THINK I AM! I..I FEEL WEIRD! AAAHHHHH!” Kiyotaka put his hands against his head, as if not wanting to hear something. At point, others in the library were beginning to shoot the pair dirty looks. Mondo sighed “Jeezuz.” Shortly, he dragged Kiyotaka out of the library and got him a safe distance away before punching him again, this time in his face. His nose bled a bit, but not severely. Taka clutched his nose on instinct. “B-bro, why would you-?” “Shaddup and listen! Now, ya said you feel ‘weird.’ Good weird or bad weird?” “Both! N-neither! Umm…I DON’T KNOW!” “Keep goin’…” Kiyotaka looked at the ground as he spoke, thoroughly embarrassed “I…I really like Kazuki. I mean…he’s one of my best friends…and this weird feeling…it’s kind of like what I feel when I’m with him…” “What!? Why didn’t ya say somethin’ earlier?” “I…I thought it was normal…” “You thought…a feeling like that…was normal…?” “Y-Yes! Like…like something you feel with all of your friends…” “Didja ever feel that way with me…? Anyone else?” Kiyotaka’s eyes widened and he looked up “Umm…no…” “THEY WHY WOULD YOU THINK IT WAS FUCKING NORMAL!?” “Gah!” Kiyotaka quickly looked down again “U-Umm, my most sincere apologies. I should have been wiser…maybe I should have studied a book on love!” Kiyotaka formally bowed, now furiously crying. Mondo sighed, this time solemnly, and put his hand behind his head “Dammit, I’m sorry…c’mon stop cryin’.” Kiyotaka sniffed “Y-Yeah…Yeah. Sorry…” “So, you were sayin’? I’m thinking there’s a ‘but’ coming up?” “Yes…I told you how I feel…b-but…these feelings…they’re not appropriate for a school environment…” Mondo thought for a moment, and finally came up with the genius response “Why?” “Wh-why…?” “Yeah, why!?” “Umm…b-because…!” “That ain’t a reason.” “I…” Kiyotaka stood for a few minuets, obviously in shocked contemplation. Suddenly, he smiled. It was somehow different than his normal smile, but Mondo couldn’t pin down how. “You know what…I think you’re right bro!” It was now Mondo’s turn to be surprised “W-wait, no shit?” “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have research to do!” Kiyotaka cheerily saluted and quickly walked away. Even if it was an urgent situation, he couldn’t run in the halls. Mondo watched as Kiyotaka walked out of his sight. “What the fuck just happened?” … Kazuki ambled through the halls, reading through his Latin dictionary. While it may have been dangerous for most people to walk and read, Kazuki had never had a problem with it and he didn’t plan to start on this day. He technically should’ve been in the library during his free period, but Kiyotaka has insisted on doing private research before they studied together, so Kazuki found it pertinent to leave him be. “Venditionis. That would be…s-selling.” Kazuki said this aloud, presumably to no one. However, someone did approach shortly after he uttered these words. “Hey Kaz!” Hirono greeted her friend with a small wave. Kazuki looked at her over the top of his book. “Salve Ishikawa-san! Quid tu agis?” “I’m just putting up posters for our school fundraiser.” Hirono held up some blue tape and then sighed sarcastically “Send the girl with two prosthetic legs to put up the posters. Great idea on the student council’s part.” Kazuki replied with equal sarcasm “Sent you…that’s odd. I seem to r-recall you asking to be put on the job because you needed more service hours for your degree. Perhaps I’m simply mi-misremembering. ” Kazuki snickered, though not loudly enough for Hirono to hear. “In any case, do you need a-assistance madame?” “Some Ultimate Gentleman you are! That should have been the first thing you asked.” Kazuki adjusted his glasses nonchalantly “You directed sarcasm towards me first. I simply re-retaliated. So…sh-shall I take that as a no, then?” “Yeah, no, I don’t need any help. After all, the student council gave ME this job. I’ll do it, no problem at all!” “Th-that is what I like to hear. I m-must congratulate you on you efforts, Ishikawa-san.” “Aww, thanks Kaz. Hey, speaking of the student council, how are you and Taka doing?” Kazuki donned a confused expression “Th-that was…a sudden change of topic…” “C’mon, just answer the question! How are you two doing?” Hirono asked this question with a slight touch of urgency. “Umm…I am…n-not exactly sure how to answer…” “Why’s that?” “Well, f-for one thing…Ishimaru-san and I are two different people. To answer your qu-question, I would need to give you…t-two answers…” “Umm, Kaz, that’s not exactly what I meant.” Kazuki then grew a bit more confused “…Then…wh-what did you mean…? Hirono showed her disappointment plainly “Do you really not have any clue what I’m trying to imply here?” “N-no, Ishikawa-san…I do not even have the f-foggiest notion…” “Geez, okay…umm…ah, yes! Kazuki, have you ever wanted a boooyfrieeend…?” Hirono made sure to stretch the last word in a semi-suggestive manner. However, Kazuki took no notice if this but instead said “D-do you insist on attempting to c-confuse me today, madame?” “What?” “I have m-multiple male friends. I…assumed that you were a-aware of that…” “Ugggggh…” Hirono clenched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “E-excuse me, am I…causing you undue stress? M-my apologies, I r-really should-“ “No Kaz! Boyfriend! One word! You get me!?” “No…” “Huh…!?” “What is a…’b-boyfriend?’” Kazuki uttered the final word with air quotes. “…” “Madame…?” “ARE YOU SERIOUS!?” “Umm…I-I…” “HOW CAN SOMEONE SO SMART BE THIS SOCIALLY DUMB!?” “P-perhaps you could calmly explain to me what a…’b-boyfriend’ is…? It’s possible that I am aware of it, just…under a d-different name.” Hirono sighed solemnly “Okay. A boyfriend is a guy that you want to have a closer relationship with. Like love.” Kazuki’s look of confusion didn’t fade. “…” “Kazuki?” “I…d-do not get it…” Hirono looked both shocked and crestfallen “Wh-What’s there not to get?” “Many things…the cl-closest thing that I can relate to this ‘boyfriend’ is a husband, but…there are m-many differences there…” “H-husband!? Nonono, a person is a boyfriend BEFORE marriage and then they become your husband!” “B-before…marriage? Th-there is a…step before marriage?” “What are you talking about!? Of course there is!” “Not that…I have e-ever know of…” “…WHAT!?” “Everyone that I have ever kn-known, including my parents, has had a spouse p-picked for them…by their parents or legal guardians. They often meet for the f-first time on their wedding day. Also, they do not marry for ‘love,’ they m-marry…for money and/or status.” Hirono covered her mouth in shock. She was sad, but couldn’t explain why. “D-damn…sometimes I…forget how rich you are…” Kazuki noticed her recoiling “I-l am really n-not trying to f-flaunt my money or to be a-arrogant I am just…I am just so genuinely confused right now…I have no idea what we are speaking about…” “B-but that’s…s-so…fucked up!”Hirono began to cry. “H-Hirono…!” Without even asking, Kazuki hugged Hirono “Dang it…wh-what kind of Gentleman am I…? T-to make one of my best friends cry…disgraceful…I…I apologize…” Kazuki let Hirono go. “D-don’t apologize Kaz. I just feel…I’m fine now! Thank you!” Hirono smiled genuinely, despite her tears. “Y-you are welcome…” … Hirono found Kiyotaka in the library the next day, which was no surprise to her. He was readying a book called “Relationship Milestones: How Long Should You Wait?” Hirono began to think it might be good that she was about to interrupt him. Taking a more tactful route than Mondo, Hirono tapped on Kiyotaka’s book. As soon as she did, he quickly marked his page, closed and put down the book and snapped to attention. “Ah, Hirono! Nice to see you my fellow student council member. How may I help you?” “Taka, all this research is…to ask out Kazuki, right?” Kiyotaka’s expression instantly changed to panic “Wha…wha…h-how d-did-“ “I heard about it from Mondo. Listen, I think that you might want to…give up…” “Give up? Why!?” “Well…you know how rich Kazuki is, right?” “Of course. He comes from one of the richest families in Japan, the Saito family. Both of the elder Saito’s are now deceased, so Kazuki had inherited both of their fortunes. How does this relate to the topic of me giving up?” Hirono thought “Does this guy seriously research…everything?” However, she said, “I’m getting to it! Well, I heard about what you’re trying to do from Mondo two days ago, so yesterday I saw Kaz and tired to…y-you know…” “No, I don’t.” Hirono twirled her hair awkwardly “I tried to…help things along…” “H-help things…along…?” “That’s not important right now!” Hirono seemed borderline furious about that part. “So, we talked for a while, and…since he’s so rich…he…” Hirono looked obviously sad. “H-Hirono, do you-“ “No I don’t need help.” Hirono retorted “He’s only ever seen arranged marriages, Taka! He wasn’t even aware of what a boyfriend was until I told him yesterday! He’s never even…heard of a marriage for love.” “…” “Taka…the concept of love is foreign to him. It took him such a long time to understand love between friends and he’s never really experienced true familial love…I doubt that he’d understand romantic love.” Kiyotaka had his eyes closed, thinking deeply “Hmm…” “What is it?” Kiyotaka suddenly opened his eyes “I truly thank you for the information, Ma’am, but I must respectfully refuse to give up! If anything, this is only a reason to try harder!” Hirono was dumbfounded “T-Taka…” “No battle was ever won by giving up! Battles are won trough uncompromising hard work and discipline! This situation is no different…I’m sure that I can do it! I’m a hundred percent sure, in fact! I want to be the person to make him feel that way…I want to…help him understand…” Hirono sat for a moment, processing the information that she had just been given as if she was a buffering computer. When she recovered, she smiled lightly and said “Well then…you’re a lucky man, Kiyotaka Ishimaru.” Kiyotaka smiled in the same manner “Let’s hope that I am.” … The next day Kiyotaka was in the student council meeting room, pacing. He had about a thousand thoughts at once, but couldn’t pin any of them down. So, he simply continued pacing and looked at his watch. It was just about coming up to the meeting time though Kazuki always said that being on time made him five minuets late. Then, Taka heard a knock at the door. It was, of course, his invited guest. “I-I am…so very s-sorry to be late, Ishimaru-san!” Kazuki bowed, gritting his teeth in embarrassment. “That’s not a trouble at all, Kazuki! Please, sit down.” Kazuki did as he told “So, what did you…want to talk to me a-about?” “Umm…I-I…Ahem, uhh…” “Ishimaru-san, wh-whatever it is, I’m sure that it’s not as big as you’re m-making it out to be.” “Ah!” Kiyotaka’s eyes widened, but he seemed more motivated than surprised “Okay…okay, this may sound rude, but…Hirono informed me about the conversation you had with her. About…the arranged marriages and such…” “Arranged marriage…? I’ve never heard it called that, but I s-suppose that…would be accurate…A-apologies, go on.” “So…would it correct to say that…love is an alien emotion to you…?” The words felt heavy as Kiyotaka said them. Kazuki was suddenly stuck silent, but he nodded his head slowly. Kiyotaka sat in a chair directly facing Kazuki and breathed in heavily “I understand…love…romance…it’s all so…foreign to me…but…I look at you and I know that…I want to figure it out for you…with you…b-by…e-experience…” Kazuki stayed silent for a second, though ever moment seemed like an eternity to Kiyotaka. “I-Ishimaru-san, a-are you…!?” “Yes Kazuki, I am…I am asking you formally now…would you please do me the honor…of being my boyfriend?” “I…I…I…” Kazuki paused for what must have seemed like a millennia “Y-Yes…” “D-did…did you just…say yes!?” “I…th-think I did…!” Kiyotaka smiled the widest he had in ages “Th-thank you so much Kazuki! This…this is the happiest I’ve been in such a long time! I almost can’t believe that you said yes!” Kazuki smiled as well “I…r-relate. So…what kinds of things do umm…‘boyfriends’ do…?” Kiyotaka cleared his throat “Uhhh, well, according to m-my research, I’ve found some things that would…work at this stage. So, first of all, boyfriends usually sit close to each other…” Kiyotaka immediately moved his chair to be closer to Kazuki “…and, they do things like…like holding hands…!” “Holding…h-hands…?” “Yes, it’s just like-“ Kiyotaka carefully took Kazuki’s hand in his own “-this.” “Ah, I s-see. What is the p-purpose of this?” “It is to reassure your partner! To make them feel safe knowing that you’re there.” Kiyotaka looked own at their linked hands with a smile “At least…that’s what this means to me…” Kiyotaka rubbed the back of Kazuki’s hand with his thumb “D-do you…do you like this, with our hands joined?” “Y-Yeah, I think I do…my h-heart is beating irregularly fast.” “Ah, that’s normal. No need to worry, you don’t have condition! That’s what I though at first too, but apparently that’s just a common reaction when your partner is near!” Kazuki looked genuinely surprised “Interesting…” Kazuki looked in to Kiyotaka’s eyes “A-anything else?” “Well, we could also…say nice things to each other…” “Nice things…? L-like what…? Could I have an e-example?” “Yes, of course! So, for example…normally I’d say that behavior like this was against school policy, but…Kazuki…” Kiyotaka squeezed Kazuki’s hand slightly and looked into his eyes “Y-you’re…you’re worth breaking a rule for.” Kazuki blushed severely “Ah…! Th-that was…” “W-was…was that good?” Kiyotaka said hopefully. “Y-Yes…great…” “Good! I was practicing that for a while! I meant every word of it too!” “L-let me try…um…I…I’d break my Gentleman’s Pact for you…” Kiyotaka now blushed equally “K-Kazuki…!” “Did I…?” “Yes! That…felt amazing to hear!” “W-were there any other things…?” “One more. We can give each other nicknames or what are know as pet names.” “P-pet names?” “They’re little names that we call each other and only each other. Things like honey or darling. Myself, I think I’ll just stick with your name.” “Y-Yes, likewise.” “Understood! Instead of calling you Kaz like everyone else, I’ll call you Kazu…is that fine?” “Y-yes…I like it!” “Very well! What would you like to call me?” “Umm, everyone calls you Taka, so…maybe I could call you…Ishi?” “Sounds great to me!” The two of them sat together holding hands for what felt like an eternity and a single moment all at once, until the school bell rang. This was the first time that neither of them were sure if they actually wanted to go to class. Reluctantly, Kiyotaka stood and Kazuki shortly followed him. “Well, let’s go to to class Kazu!” Kiyotaka smiled at his new boyfriend “Y-Yeah…here we go Ishi.” The pair then walked out of the student council room…still holding hands.

[notwhoiwanttobeyet]

(mental note) update: 

this girl keeps asking me to be her wife - i literally know nothing about her, she doesn’t even KNOW me and it’s kinda making me really uncomfortable but i don’t want to upset her or anything so i’m just- ugh. i don’t know what’s worse. i just don’t want to think about ittt

NOW SHE’S ASKING TO CALL ME HELP 

number 2 - that dumb boy i mentioned earlier. yeah him. well he TEXTED me - we haven’t texted since 2 0 1 9 so like kiNda random but he asked if we could talk. i asked if everything was okay, he said yes. so we called for no more than five minutes. he apologised for traumatising me. no one has ever done that before. i now feel as though i can actually move on, now that he’s acknowledged the issue and we’ve resolved the conflict. human. decency. man,,, 

i don’t know what to think in general

three - i was on the train this morning and this kid from my animation class was staring at me (we were like standing with a group of mutual friends together etc) so naturally after several seconds i locked eye contact and said “you good?” which he ignored, and continued staring at me for several more seconds before saying “ a r e y o u h i g h ? “ ASHUDHJASHDJ LMFAO. apparently my eyes were red or smthin WHICH i checked and they weren’t right and everyone was freaking out saying they were but so it turns out they were just screaming about the veins in my eyesss which i forget normal people don’t have showing. ITS ANXIETY MAN. YOU THINK I DO DRUGS LMFAOOO

four - this boy was on the train and i kept looking at him c as u ally ~ and he looked at me. he had these light pretty blue eyes and this sick as boots, i’m not sure what kind but they had these buckles along the front, kinda like demonias, and his hair was dyed black and like it was such a cool hairstyle and he’s like full on shy boy bopping along to his music with his headphones on and i was sitting there, trying to use my emo powers to telepathically say d o y o u l i s t e n t o m y c h e m , ,,, 8 y e a r s s i n c e b r e a k u p , ,, ,,, but instead i just stared at him. when i got off at my stop i looked back onto into the carriage and he was looking at me so i looked at him. i was THIS close to saluting him. 

you only live once. gotta shoot yo shot. i learnt that the hard way

fifth - i can’t remember- OH YEAH. my friends were filming one of those tik toks thats like “every friend group has” and then a list of things right and they like film whoever is that friend. they were filming this without me knowing btw like i was on my phone living my life or whatever and then all of a sudden they send me this self proclaimed tik tok masterpiece and honestly it was funny as because now we have this inside joke that “every friend group has 5 jordans” because literally every that friend in the group was just m e . anywho one of the categories was like constant bisexual panic or whatever BUT I’M NOT OUT. how did they know. ho- hhh. like i’mn so confused ?? because there are other friends in my friend circle that are BISEXUAL and like out and proud about it and i love that for them- but for whatever reason they put me in instead ? imnotout. what- and then if that wasn’t a give away, we filmed another tik tok (MY FIRST TIME MAKING A TIK TOK, THIS BOOMER IS MOVING UP IN THE WORLD) and the final category was “the b in lgbt+” but i didn’t hear the question, i just heard lgbt+ and i saw my friend be like yeah that’s me so i was like wait do they know i’m gay or- so i like just saluted my hand in the frame LMAO

one of my friends definitely knows im bi now tho because she messaged me later on asking if she was allowed to put the tik toks on her private story with only 5 people and i was like lmao i appreciate the consideration mate 

so i gues s i’m ou t ed 

i don’t really know what’s going on

unlike the other gay kids in my year, i’m like gay and everyone knows i’m gay but we never talk about me being gay

like i’ve always known people mos t l i ke ly ya know 

i’m gay. i don’t hide that. but i don’t wear my pride on my sleeve ( :( ) 

it’s kinda just like this topic we never really touch on,,, and i like it that way. 

anyway that’s my mental notes wh o oo o\

damn. i can’t believe i’ll never see that emo boy again. damn. i’m glad i at least had the confidence to look at him. i’m proud of myself. damn though/.