#man i should reread the comics and pay more attention to the guys

[number5theboy]

comic klaus and aj carmichal (either comic or show)

Oooooh. Full disclosure, I still feel like I don't completely have a grip on comic Klaus, he's really good (actually, bump him up to third-best character after Allison and the MM), but his arc gets muddled and confusing in Hotel Oblivion (can someone enlighten me to what the brothers minus Five are up to in that volume. I am still so confused), so he gets this. He is the most character of the comics though.

And show Carmichael has like. No substance and barely a personality, so this is about comic Carmichael. The free space here should be 'obsessed with their character design'.

[thanksjro]

More Than Meets the Eye #29 - The One Where Everyone Gets Super Shiny

Our issue opens up with Swerve laying down the Story So Far in the Exposition Dimension.

Fantastic, you funky little man.

If Swerve looks like he’s been tossed through the car wash a few dozen times, it’s because this is where our new colorist comes in! Everyone, please say hello to Joana Lafuente- known for her love of gradients and attention to light sources, this actually isn’t the first time we’ve run into her. Lafuente worked on colors for several issues of The Transformers (2009), Last Stand of the Wreckers #3, and a few issues of MTMTE Season 1. However, she was matching the styles of her co-colorists on a majority of these, so we haven’t seen her style properly until now.

Getting into the story proper, Cyclonus is busying himself with staring out the window at a PNG of space, as he is wont to do, when he hears the tell-tale sound of tires squealing down the hall towards his room. Oh, goodness, whoever could that be?

Nearly forgot about him, didn’t you? Yeah, it’s a little difficult to follow up on things like a character’s recovery from a horrific disease when you’ve got comic event contract obligations to deal with.

After getting tackled by Tailgate, who reminds us all about the time he stuck his dirty little fingers into a dude’s brain meat, Cyclonus takes the little nerd on a walk through the ship.

You’re not going to convince me to reread “Dark Cybertron”. I don’t care how much of a marshmallow you are, it’s not happening.

They’re passed by Megatron and a bunch of crew members carrying that coffin we saw at the end of last issue down the corridor, Tailgate has a moment, and we get a taste of Cyclonus’ distaste for the Autobots as a whole. Tailgate is mildly offended by this, as he gropes his chest in distain, showing off his shiny new Autobot badge- a gift for not dying a terrible, gruesome death.

Good job, Tailgate. Proud of you.

They’re also passed by an absolutely blitzed Jackpot and Mainframe, the former singing Tailgate’s Tyrest-stopping praises as the latter carts him over to the Medibay to deal with the almost alcohol poisoning he’s got going on. Cyclonus remarks that Tailgate was missed, though Tailgate can’t help but wonder if that’s really true.

Y’all like slowburn romance, right? Because these two dumbasses have been roommates for two years, and we’ve just gotten to the point where physical contact can happen without one of them needing to be dying.

Anyway, it’s been a good day for Tailgate so far. Let’s hope it stays that way for the little dude.

...And that’s a series wrap on Tailgate! Let’s give him a hand, folks!

Hopping back in time to Megatron’s trial, things get underway, as Optimus Prime takes a nap in the judge’s bench as Gripper- whose name you don’t need to remember, as he’s not actually important- tells everyone about how brutal the Decepticon Justice Division is, even to Autobots. Which isn’t really supposed to be their deal, given their, y’know, name, but I suppose nobody’s perfect.

Up in the stands, in an… opera box, I guess? Rodimus is watching the proceedings, when Atomizer walks in. Which I guess you can just do in a Cybertronian court case. Sure.

Atomizer, in case you forgot, is the dude who has a bow and arrow, and used to be an interior designer.

Say, didn’t Whirl has a bow and arrow in the last issue when he attacked Megatron? Mighty curious, that.

Rodimus and Atomizer briefly reflect on the DJD, recalling the horror that was Vos- not that Vos, the other one. Rodimus would really just rather this all be over with so the Lost Light can get back to finding the Knights of Cybertron, and it’s at this point that Atomizer breaks out a thing he really ought not have- the count for the vote on whether or not Rodimus should stay on as captain. Rodimus doesn’t want to look at it, because it was supposed to be anonymous for a reason, and tells Atomizer to destroy the list entirely.

Hm, that’s not a terribly determined face there, Rodimus.

Back in the present, specifically in Swerve’s, Groove is threatening to break Streetwise’s arm, as we get the downlow on just what exactly our Legislator buddy’s deal is. Turn’s out, Swerve got one of the things reprogrammed, so that he follows not the Autobot Code, but something else entirely.

Hey, Swerve?

I don’t expect you to know this, because I don’t think you were present when they revealed this information to the readers, but… your new bouncer is made of people. He’s a dude made of other dudes, namely the Circle of Light. There’s a chance that you reprogrammed a sentient being, my good bitch.

Anyway, Swerve’s in a fucking mood because his shoulder hurts, someone’s stealing his shit, and Megatron has joined the narrative. Over at a nearby table, Skids, Nautica, and Riptide take a gander at the tabloids. Trailcutter, who is positively smashed, to the point where he’s just leaking booze out of his face like it’s his job, isn’t terribly interested in that, however.

What an astute observation, Riptide. And people say you’re stupid!

Trailcutter wants to drink some more, because it’s very likely he’s got a problem, but the mention of “Megatron’s super fuel” makes him feel like it’s time to stop hounding Swerve and start performing crimes.

Back during the trial, we get to Starscream’s testimony. He’s wearing his crown. He’s acting like a self-righteous asshole, as he defends Megatron.

Well, “defend” in the technical, legal sense, I suppose.

But really it’s more about him insulting Megatron’s intelligence, strength, and courage, in front of a LOT of people, while also trying to make himself look better in the war crime department. Megatron doesn’t appreciate this very much, if his murder-face is anything to go by.

Megatron lets Ultra Magnus (his defender, if you’ll recall) know that he wants a private word, and court goes into a brief recess.

Back in the present, Nightbeat’s busy looking at a pin-up of Rung’s alt-mode, when someone knocks on his door. That someone is Chromedome, who’s trying to solve the mystery of The Missing Declaration of Love. Not that he says that specifically out loud.

You two were married, why- okay. No point in yelling at this digital copy of a comic book.

Anyway.

So, the whole screaming thing only happened the one time, and everything was back to normal on subsequent plays of Rewind’s message. Nightbeat seems to be leaning towards the depressive isolating getting to Chromedome, which Chromedome responds to by telling him to get the fuck out. Alas, someone’s blocking the door!

YO WHAT THE FUCK-

Back with Trailcutter’s subplot, our drunken friend is in the middle of breaking into the Medibay. Our trio of cool-colored pals watch him from back at the bar, by way of a laptop that looks like it was built the same year I was born.

As Trailcutter attempts to commit a crime, Megatron, Ultra Magnus, and Ratchet pass by, trying to figure out how to handle the whole coffin situation. Trailcutter’s about to punch the locks off a door, and Nautica decides that this is where she’s going to draw the line today, leaving the gaggle of fools to their shenanigans. Then Tailgate glomps Skids, throwing the computer to the ground and breaking it, as Trailcutter finds the door to the Medibay magically open.

If you don’t know what glomping is, there’s a 60% chance that you’re not old enough to vote in the US.

Trailcutter sneaks into the Medibay, we get a reminder that Ambulon is super dead, and Trailcutter commits theft from a food bank. What a guy.

This is the point where security shows up, armed with a great deal of guns, one of which is Megatron himself. Trailcutter, instead of feeling super powerful, actually feels positively awful after consuming Megatron’s rations of “super fuel”. Because he, as an Autobot, doesn’t want to be within 50 yards of Megatron, Trailcutter breaks out the forcefields the moment the guy approaches him. And oh, what a doozy this one is.

Trailcutter’s gotten himself a fancy new trick- this forcefield he’s broken out lasts for a solid half-hour, and he can’t turn it off. I’m sure that won’t bite him in the ass at any point in the near future, no-siree!

Back in the past, Rattrap is commending Starscream on playing the field and getting the public slightly more on his side, but Starscream’s too busy patting himself on the back to really pay attention. He knew damn well that Megatron wouldn’t like what he had to say on the stand, and now things are finally looking up for ol’ Screamer.

Over with Optimus Prime, Slamdance is showing off how the general public is really into this whole “folks being held accountable for their actions” thing.

In the present, Chromedome and Nightbeat seem to have remembered they have alt-modes and are driving down the hall back to Nightbeat’s room- wonder what the speed limit for the Lost Light is?- and discuss just what the hell happened. The current theory is that the Rewind they saw was a Data Ghost- a collection of information so dense, it had a not-quite-physical presence that wasn’t 100% removed when he died.

Which is a little fucked up, but let’s see where this goes.

Nightbeat undoes the 40,000 locks on his door while Chromedome bleeds guilt all over the shag carpet over the fact that he hasn’t been looking for Dominus Ambus like he said he would.

C’mon James, gimme that Chromedominus endgame.

Nightbeat finally opens the door to find a small problem.

Hm. That’s… not normal.

Over in the Medibay, Trailcutter’s bubble has burst, allowing Megatron to slap him in the back of the head. This head-slapping induces his FIM chip permanently, making it so that he can never get drunk again.

Weird party trick, Megatron. Kinda shitty, really.

Megatron then gives Trailcutter the job of director of security, because he needs direction in his life. Trailcutter just sort of takes what he’s given, because I suppose you can’t really argue with a guy who can literally slap you sober, and also threatens to destroy you if you fuck up even once. Nice, Megs. Nice.

MEGATRON THAT’S BEEN SITTING LIKE THAT FOR OVER HALF AN HOUR YOU FUCKING WET NOODLE

So, since there’s mystery juice all over the floor and no one’s died, Megatron assumes that the coffin ought to be fine to crack open.

Please note that Megatron is not a medical professional, and his views are now peer reviewed by medical professionals. Megatron is in no way endorsed by the WHO.

Anyway, Rodimus is in there.

Pretty fucked up.

Back in the past, recess is over, and Ultra Magnus comes bearing bad news- Megatron wants to change his plea to “innocent.” This gets about the reaction one would expect from just about anyone.

Well, except Rodimus, who’s too busy reading that list that he wanted destroyed. He’s very sad about it.

I know, what a bummer!

[borathae]

↳ Index [#08 Act Eight: Hand in Hand]

Warnings: none just the softest feels ever, although I did shed a few tears whilst writing the end, but that’s because I’m an emotional btch lmao

Wordcount: 6.7k

a/n: So this is the end. I gotta say I’m actually really sad that this story is finished. It was sort of my way of healing from a few burdening things which had happened in my life lately. Honestly I found hope again through this story, especially because of all the sweet messages I got from you guys 🥺 and seeing it finally end feels bittersweet to me. I hope you guys enjoyed reading it and never forget that I love you guys! 💜

Yoongi’s Competition Yay!

You stare at the calendar on your wall, reading the three little words you had written underneath today’s date in pink letters, over and over again. 

They are taunting you, hurting each time you begin rereading them again. The competition started an hour ago, Yoongi must be so nervous right now. Or perhaps he already had his performance and is now celebrating with Taehyung in some bar in the city. Or perhaps he never even went and is sitting at home too scared to move.

You scoff, breaking your eyes from the calender.

What do you care? You won’t go anyways. Not after what had happened last week.

Yoongi made it perfectly clear that he doesn’t want to have anything to do with you anymore. Even when you and him had accidentally met at the little corner bakery just this morning, he hadn’t tried talking to you about what happened last week. 

You had just walked down the road to get your morning coffee and cinnamon roll for breakfast when you had bumped into him by the counter. He was getting a black coffee with three extra shots of espresso like always. He was dressed nicely, black suit with a white shirt and a black bowtie, he even wore a calve-long coat over it. Unlike you, who was wearing nothing more than your ugliest sweatpants and the first hoodie you could find in your closet.

At first you had totally forgotten that you were angry at him, your heart fluttered in your chest and your lips twitched up into a smile. His’ did too, ever so slightly, although he looked more panicky than anything else.

But before you could even realise your real feelings for him he was already gone again, out of the door and hidden in the crowd of people walking down the streets.

He didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

You blink quickly to finally get rid of the burn in your eyes and actually start your Sunday. You already wasted your day away sulking on the sofa until the sun greeted the moon and at least - at night - you want to start being productive.

With the last bit of strength left in your feet, your drag yourself to the kitchen to cook something. You decide on some porridge and a nice cup of hot orange juice with cinnamon. It’s the least you deserve after getting your heart broken just days ago.

Once everything is done, smelling mouthwatering and making your stomach rumble, you sit down in front of your TV to watch your favourite movie.

You are twenty minutes into the movie and three bowls of porridge in, when your doorbell suddenly rings, making you jolt up in surprise.

You pause the movie, staring at the front door mere ten feet away from you. Another ring, longer than before. Then a knock, a very aggressive one.

With careful steps you tiptoe to your front door before taking a quick look through the spy, only to nearly choke on your own spit when seeing Taehyung’s face behind it.

“What are you doing here?” you ask once you have found enough courage to open the door.

“No, what are you doing here?” Taehyung asks accusingly.

“Uuuh...I live here?”

“I know that too, I meant what are you still doing here?”

“Where else should I be?”

“The competition? You know the one Yoongi competes in?”

“I’m not going.”

Taehyung huffs in surprise, staring at you with big eyes.

“You are kidding, right? It’s Yoongi’s big day tonight, you can’t miss out on that.”

“Well, I decided that I will miss out on it, so if you will excuse me now I have my favourite movie on. Po finally managed to crawl up the stairs to the Jade Palace and it’s getting exciting.”

Taehyung cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Your favourite movie is Kung Fu Panda?” he asks with judgment in his voice.

“Yes?” you cross your arms in front of your chest, shrugging your shoulders.

“Seriously? There are so many other films out there and you chose-“, he closes his eyes for a moment and raises his hand, “-actually, nevermind, I can judge you for your choice of entertainment another time.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at him.

“I am here to get you out of your apartment and to the venue”, he says as he reaches for your arm.

“I told you I’m not going Taehyung”, you say, pulling back.

You already close the door on him, when his foot in the doorway stops you. He pushes the door open again, making you stumble back in the process. Once inside your apartment, he takes a quick moment to look around before he meets your eyes again.

“I’m not asking you to. I’m telling you to. What you and Yoongi are doing here, that weird fight you are having? It is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? Yoongi made it perfectly clear that he doesn’t want me in his life anymore when he called me a rat just like all the other people.”

Taehyung sighs in annoyance, brushing his hair out his face.

“Yoongi sometimes doesn’t quite know how to articulate his feelings in a way so that other people understand him. He didn’t mean what he said. Believe me, this man can’t live without you. He loves you. And not like he would love a friend, no he is head over heels in love with you.”

“What? No he isn’t in love with me, don’t lie to me.”

Taehyung blinks in confusion about your ongoing denial, balling his hands into fists by his sides. He says your name, his voice deep from trying to keep the anger in.

“I know him since we were little boys. I know how my friend feels without even needing to hear it and besides, he basically told me that he is in love with you when he came crying to me at three in the morning about your stupid fight.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Taehyung scoffs, throwing his arms up in frustration. He takes a step closer to you, cupping your face and forcing you to look up at him. His pupils are blown out, his cheeks are reddened.

“I’m not lying to you, Yoongi loves you and you love him and by my great-grandmother's grave, please just go to this stupid competition and show him your support. He needs you and I’m pretty sure you need him too”, he stresses, shaking your head softly as if he wanted you to wake up from your delusions.

You study Taehyung’s face for a moment, your arms are crossed in front of your chest and your lips pouting. His eyes are silently pleading you to give in, to let your guard down and get over your pride.

“Why do you even care if I go or not?” you shake him off of you “Yoongi still has you for support, he doesn’t need me”, you won’t give in that easily.

“Because I like seeing him happy and you make him really happy. He’s been smiling so much lately, if I didn’t know that you were the reason for it I’m pretty sure I would be convinced that he is losing his mind.”

You lower your head, feeling giddy all of a sudden. Your ears heat up.

“Please ___ come with me”, Taehyung pleads, pouting.

His warm hand comes resting on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze. You look up and into his eyes. Hope sparkles in them, hope that you would listen to your heart and follow him out of your apartment and to the venue.

You finally sigh in defeat, nodding your head.

“Okay”, you mumble quietly.

Taehyung can’t help but cheer, shaking you as he laughs loudly with bright eyes.

“Thank you so, so much. This is the best news ever, let’s go. Come on”, he says, taking your hand and dragging you out your front door.

With Taehyung owning a car, the normally hour long bus drive merely takes twenty minutes, which still gives you enough time to at least put some makeup on your otherwise bare face. Your clothes you sadly couldn’t change before having to leave your apartment forcefully, but thankfully Taehyung was nice enough to lend you one of the many jumpers he has stored on his backseat.

You hurry down the long entrance hall and up the stairs to the second flight before rushing down to where the greenroom is located. According to Taehyung, Yoongi will be performing in less than ten minutes, so the two of you have to be quick in order to get to him.

You crash through the door, stopping the instant everyone looks at you with surprise written on their features. Dozens of unknown faces stare at you, eyeing you with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. Dozens of unknown faces pay you attention. But the one face, the one pair of eyes you would love to have on you, doesn’t pay you any mind.

Yoongi is walking back and forth right next to the stage entrance, clutching his sheet music whilst biting on his nails. He is far too lost in his own racing thoughts to pay any mind to the environment around him.

You swallow, looking up at Taehyung.

“Go to him. Tell him he looks handsome in that suit and then kiss him, maybe even make-out if that helps”, he encourages you, nudging you to where Yoongi is fidgeting around nervously.

“Taehyung stop. I won’t-“, you shake him off, “-make-out with him where everyone can see, are you crazy?”

Taehyung chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

“Then at least give his cheek a little kiss or nibble on his jawline he loves that”, he teases as he continues pushing you through the room.

“No! Stop, you are embarrassing me”, you complain loudly enough to catch Yoongi’s attention.

He is staring at you now, completely still and with his eyes widened comically big. He mouths your name, tilting his head to the side.

“My cue to go”, Taehyung whispers, nodding his head at Yoongi in greeting.  “I expect you guys shoving tongues down each other’s throat by the end of the night”, he says, making not only you but also Yoongi blush in embarrassment. He pushes you one last time before his hands are gone from your shoulders. “Good luck.”

You watch him leave, silently cursing him for abandoning you only to be interrupted by Yoongi breaking the distance between the two of you.

“You came?” he asks, gnawing on his lower lip in nervousness.

“At first I didn’t want to, but then a certain someone changed my mind.”

“Yeah”, he clears his throat awkwardly, “sorry for what he said earlier, a-about tongues and, and throats. T-that was weird”, he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment.  

You dismiss him with a shake of your head.

“No it’s okay, he just wanted to help.”

“Yeah, I guess”, he licks over his lips, now looking into your eyes.

They race between yours and despite your racing heart and your body wanting to turn away in giddiness, you can’t seem to look away. You both don’t dare to move as the rest of the world around you becomes unimportant. The voices of the other people drown out, all you can hear is your own heartbeat. The bright red curtain behind Yoongi becomes nothing more than a blurred picture of colour, the faces of the other contestants seem to disappear. All you can see is him and all he can see is you.

“I’m sorry for, for what I-I said”, Yoongi finally speaks with regret in his voice.

“No it’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it”, you reassure him, making him nod in agreement.

“I’m sorry too for running out on you”, you tell him, holding onto the sleeve of Taehyung’s jumper.

“It’s okay, I would have done the same”, he reassures you with a smile.

You take one step closer to him. His eyes follow you, now sparkling in excitement.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you this morning in the bakery, but I think you look really handsome in that suit”, you tell him, reaching out to fix his askew bowtie.

You brush your fingers over his chest when retreating your hand, burning the feeling of into your memories. Yoongi smiles, lowering his head in bashfulness.

“You d-do?”

You hum, nodding your head yes.

“It’s a little tight around the, the arms. S-see?” he says, waving his arms around dramatically to demonstrate the tense fabric around his shoulders.

You chuckle fondly at his clumsy movements, nodding your head.

“I do. It won’t hinder you whilst playing, right?”

Yoongi shrugs his shoulders, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“I hope not. T-that would b-be bad”, he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

“It really would be, yeah”, you agree, fixing the buttons on his jacket.

They were perfectly fine, you just wanted to have an excuse to feel him under your fingertips again. Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind either, watching your fingers fondle with the silver buttons with a shy smile on his lips.

“So I reckon you being here means that Taehyung helped you overcome your stage fright?” you ask, feeling a bang of guilt run through your chest at having abandoned him at practice last week.

Yoongi, who had noticed the shame flash up in your eyes, brushes his fingers over the back of your hand gently, reassuring you that everything was okay.

“He d-did. His methods were a, a little more aggressive t-than yours”, he chuckles at the memory of Taehyung’s shock therapy, “but they helped m-me.”

“I’m glad they did. Now nothing can hurt you anymore. Not the judges, not the audience, not even your parents watching”, you flash him a proud smile.

But Yoongi’s face is frozen in sudden panic, his normally fair skin as pale as snow and his eyes clouded over with fear.

“I, I n-nearly. I nearly forgot, forgot about m-my p-parents”, he swallows hard, starting to fidget again. “T-this is bad, I should have n-never invited them. I’m going t-to, to mess up and embarrass them”, he stutters, starting to walk back and forth again whilst biting on his nails.

“Hey Yoongi, I’m sure they are so proud of you, even if you mess up. I mean, you are finally playing on a real stage after all those years, they must be so proud of you. Don’t worry”, you try to calm him down, but he is too lost in his panic-ridden-state to hear you.

“My n-nerves are killing me, I’m going to, to mess up. Fuck I can’t do this”, he mumbles under his breath, messing up his hair by aggressively combing his fingers through them.

“Of course you can, you practiced so hard”, you assure him, patting his arm.

The feeling of your touch makes him look at you. He shakes his head, his hands are starting to shake.

“No, I c-can’t. I can’t”, he takes a quick look outside, “m-my parents are, are out t-there s-somewhere. I can’t.”

“Yoongi, hey it’s okay. They can’t hurt you, you can do this.”

“No”, his breathing becomes irregular, his eyes zone out. He is getting anxious. “N-no I, no, I can’t, no, I”, he shakes his head so violently you are scared he might pull a muscle.

He walks closer to the stage entrance, taking a quick glance outside. He turns to you again, staring at you with panicky eyes.

“Why am I s-so nervous again?” he asks in hopes that you have the answers for him.  

You can’t keep looking at him without doing something. It’s too painful to watch.

In one big step you are by his side again, forcing him to look at you by cupping both of his cheeks. Yoongi gasps, staring at you with big eyes.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise. I will be right here next to the entrance, cheering for you with all of my heart.”

He blinks, swallowing. You brush your fingers through his ruffled hair, making it look pretty again. He shivers visibly, leaning into your touch just the slightest bit.

“Just close your eyes up there if it gets too much. Don’t think about being on stage or your parents watching, just imagine the place that makes you feel the safest”, you tell him, cupping his cheeks once more, now that his hair looks perfect again.

Yoongi wraps his fingers around your wrists, drawing figures on your skin with his thumbs.

“T-the place which makes me feel the safest?”

His fingers tighten, his cheeks heats up underneath your fingertips.

“Yes. Imagine you are there, playing the piano. Just you and your music at the safest place on earth.”

Yoongi’s eyes flutter shut, his lips part. You should probably pull back and give him space to breathe, but your heart can’t find the strength to do it. Holding him, feeling his soft skin on your fingertips, sensing every squeeze of his fingers, every caress of his thumbs, it’s like home. Warm and secure.

Yoongi lets out a tiny sigh, his lips part even more.

“The place I feel the safest”, he whispers, his voice deep.

He opens his eyes, sending you the fondest smile you have ever seen on him. His eyes sparkle, his pink gums are showing, so do his cute teeth. He guides your hands away from his face, holding them tightly instead. You are sure he can hear your racing heart at this point.

“I will think of it”, his smile grows wider, “Thank you ___.”

“I-“, you swallow, “I’m glad I could help.”

The contestant before Yoongi finishes his piece, applause follows. Panic flickers in Yoongi’s eyes for a moment.

“My turn”, he eyes the now empty piano, still holding your hands.

“I’ll cheer for you”, you encourage him, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

Yoongi nods, smiling gratefully. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes again before his hands slip away from yours.

“Contestant 309, Min Yoongi from Mukunghwa Private School of Music and Arts”, the speaker announces.

“I can do this”, Yoongi murmurs, turning to the stage.

“You can do this.”

He takes one last look at you. His eyes race over your features, almost like he wants to memorize every part of your face. And then he finally goes on stage with his fists clenched by his sides and his face already blushing.

You are so proud of him right now that you can’t stop smiling as you watch him sit down on the chair and adjust it to his height.

Yoongi takes a look around. The concert hall is big, so big in fact that he can’t even see the faces of the people in the last rows. So many people, it almost feels like they came just to listen to him. A silly thought, Yoongi thinks, but he still can’t stop imagining it. Then he looks at the piano in front of him, how the white keys almost seem yellow in the bright stage lights. Will he slip and mess up? Can people see his red cheeks? Where are his parents sitting? Does he look stupid in that too-tight suit? Why didn’t he just kiss you back then when he held your hands? All these thoughts race through his mind making him all the more nervous.

“Contestant 309 please proceed”, one of the judges warns him.

You see Yoongi flinch and tense up afterwards.

“Come on Yoongi. You got this”, you whisper.

One last glance at the sea of people and then his eyes flutter closed. The first note rings loudly through the quiet hall. People don’t seem to be much interested in listening to the 309th rendition of Beethoven's Piano Sonata No.14. A rather boring thing to do, most of these people would agree and as the first few notes dance through the air, they had all already started to zone out. That is until Yoongi plays one note just slightly differently. Not wrong or out of tune, of course not, but this note, this one single note in an ocean of notes changed something in the people’s hearts. They could feel it, you could feel it and Yoongi could feel it. Yoongi wasn’t on the stage anymore, he wasn’t playing like the score told him to. No. Yoongi was in the comfort of his safe place, pouring out his heart and soul and putting everything he has got to offer into this one piece. Like a captain steering a ship through a storm, Yoongi guides the people through the music. Making them hold their breaths when a wave of emotion as high as the ceiling came crashing down on them and making them sigh in relief when he grants them a moment of catching their breaths when quiet notes dance through the air. It is magical, like time seemed to have stopped in this concert hall. Like the worries and pains of the outside world ceased to exist in the presence of his music. Everyone felt light in their chests, comforted and understood in their struggles.

You feel like crying. In relief, in sadness or happiness you don’t even know for sure. All you feel is the overwhelming urge to free your heart of all its burdens by letting the tears run free. And by the time Yoongi’s fingers have stopped on the keys and the last notes died out, you aren’t the only person crying in this big hall.

Yoongi pants, his eyes are still closed, his fingers feel like cramping. He can hear nothing more than his racing heart and ragged breathing. And then, like a wave crashing the shore, applause roars through the hall, mixed with loud screaming and cheers.

Yoongi peels his eyes open, staring directly into the crowd. All he can see are smiling faces cheering for him. One by one the people stand up, some of them wiping tears from their cheeks. They are cheering for him, his play, his music. They liked it! His own cheeks feel wet, like he had been crying. He touches them. He is crying. He is so happy right now.

“Thank you contestant 309 for your great performance”, one of the judges says.

Yoongi bows, hiding his trembling lips behind his hands. The people are still cheering. Even as he leaves the stage the applause doesn’t die down. The people’s hearts are forever changed.

He is just steps away from you when your eyes lock. You are both crying, smiling at each other like two love drunk idiots. Yoongi quickens his steps, you hold your breath.

You hear the faint call of your name by his sweet voice.

He stretches his arms out ready to hug you, he looks so mesmerized by you it makes new tears spill out of you.

“Yoongi!” a deep voice calls out.

A shoulder bumps into yours as a dark shadow brushes past you. In a mere second Yoongi has disappeared behind the tall frame of Taehyung hugging him tightly. You can’t ignore the initial sting in your chest when realizing the loss of opportunity. But life doesn’t give you much time to pout as someone grabs your hand and pulls you away from Yoongi and Taehyung.

You look at your attacker, meeting Jungkook’s eyes.

“What are you doing here? Let go of me”, you squeal, wiggling your hand in his grasp.

He pulls you out the greenroom room and down the hallways. How on earth is he that fast?

“I need to talk to you”, he finally stops.

Hidden behind a vending machine and next to the men’s bathroom door, you are staring at each other. Your jaw is tensed, your eyes cold.

Jungkook looks scared.

“You know that you practically ruined a very emotional moment right now?” you growl.

“I know, sorry”, he cringes, “but please hear me out.”

“Why? So you can lie to me again?” you spit.

“No, of course not. I just want to apologize”, he murmurs.

“Nice try”, you scoff.

“I’m serious”, he furrows his brows, “I’m so sad without you ___.”

“Oh, boohoo, a bully is sad. I’m crying”, you spit rolling your eyes.

“I’m not-“, he sighs in frustration, combing his fingers through his ruffled hair, “-a bully. Please hear me out.”

His voice sounds so desperate, his eyes look so sad. In your kind-hearted nature you can’t bring yourself to deny him his wish.

“Fine, but keep it short. I have someone very special to congratulate.”

“I saw. Yoongi is awesome, I even cried a little”, he confesses almost shyly.

“I know he is”, you retort confidently.

Jungkook studies your face for a moment.

“I have known Jimin since kindergarten.”

“Okay?” you don’t know how this is going to help Jungkook in gaining your forgiveness.

“No hear me out, this is important please”, he begs with folded hands.

You eye him for a moment, contemplating if turning around and just walking away would be the right thing to do here only to decide against it in the end.

“Fine.”

Jungkook smiles for a moment, clearly happy about his small victory, before his face becomes serious again.

“He has been my first real friend and he was always so nice and caring to me. Actually he was nice and caring to everyone. He never wanted people to be sad or hurt because of him, so he always went out of his way to help everyone as best as possible”, he smiles sadly at the memory.

“But then he developed feelings for Jieun”, he continues, “she was Yoongi’s girlfriend at that time and literally the entire school either wanted to be him or her. That’s how hot they were together.”

A bang of jealousy courses through you. You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“And Jimin, he was furious. He wanted her so badly, he started talking only about her twenty four seven. It got so annoying. And at first I thought he would get over it, that it was nothing more but a mere crush. Jimin always knew how to behave around taken women, this time wouldn’t be any different”, he pauses for a second, “I was so wrong.”

He stops a moment to catch his breath.

“I should have stopped it”, he murmurs.

“Should have stopped what?”

“Jimin, his sick crush and what he did next.”

“What did he do next?”

“Pursue Jieun of course. He knew how often she was alone in the breaks or after school. Yoongi was so obsessed with practicing back then, even more than he is these days. And Jimin seized every opportunity to hang out with Jieun. He made her laugh, was extremely sweet to her and gave her all of his time when she asked him to”, he brushes his fingers through his hair, inhaling shakily, “I feel so awful because I didn’t stop him back then. I could have prevented all of this from happening.”

“You couldn’t have known it would escalate that much.”

“I kind of did. Soon I was allowed to join their not-so-secret ‘study hangouts’. Basically it was them trash talking Yoongi. How bad of a boyfriend he is, how untalented he is, how he doesn’t buy Jieun anything expensive despite his parents being rich. It was awful to listen to, especially because she was still dating Yoongi at that time, all whilst holding Jimin’s hand.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I did. Well, I tried. But Jimin just told me to mind my own business, that I didn’t know what love is because I’m still a virgin and other really mean stuff”, he pouts, his eyes glistening sadly, “and Jieun threatened to make everyone believe that I raped her. Jimin didn’t know about that of course, she always acted super friendly towards me when Jimin was with us.”

“And Jimin didn’t believe you when you told him?”

He shakes his head.

“He didn’t, he just called me a jealous, little baby. He was an idiot in love, this witch had total control over him. So I just stayed quiet and didn’t do anything.”

He sighs.

“I regret this so much. As well as ever staying friends with them”, he blinks tears away, “I just didn’t want to be alone”, he whispers sadly.

“No one does.”

He looks at you, smiling faintly like your words had comforted him greatly.

“What happened next?” you ask.

“Oh, yeah right”, he clears his throat awkwardly.

“Soon they started to hang out more frequently and Jieun developed obvious feelings for Jimin, or perhaps it was the control she had over him she loved, who knows”, he shrugs his shoulders, “anyways. Soon Yoongi found out about it and he was mad, understandably. So he confronted Jieun and Jimin at one of their ‘cafeteria study hangouts’. He kept going on about how Jimin should have respect for other people and that he should stay away from Jieun and just how hurt he was by Jieun. I was sitting at the neighboring table at that time to study for my vocal exam, but Yoongi was talking loudly enough that everyone could hear every single word.”

“Poor Yoongi, I feel so bad for him.”

“Yeah me too. Especially because Jieun suddenly started crying and yelling hysterically that all she wanted to have was someone normal, that she couldn’t stand the constant abuse and cheating anymore.”

“Excuse me. What?”

“That was exactly Yoongi’s answer. He was so shocked, so was everyone else. And then she started screaming about how Yoongi is a creep, how he takes inappropriate pictures of her against her consent and how she had found him jerking off to illegally taken nude pictures of her classmates more than once.”

“What the hell?”

Jungkook nods.

“I knew she was lying, given how she threatened to expose me as a rapist before, but before I could speak up Jimin did. But not to call out her lies, he supported them. He yelled about how he had seen the pictures she had managed to steal from Yoongi, that he was disgusted and that Yoongi should be in prison for what he had done. And Yoongi, he was so shocked that he was unable to speak and defend himself. It was like he was frozen on the spot.”

“Yoongi, oh god”, you murmur.

“And of course people took it as him being caught red handed and it surely didn’t help that he stormed out of the cafeteria next. He just wanted to be alone, I could understand him. He had gotten his heart broken, trust destroyed and innocence ripped apart in mere seconds. Every sane person would have fled in this situation.”

He breathes in, thinking for a moment. His eyes stare at the wall opposite of you, racing. Suddenly he speaks again.

“I wanted to run after him and comfort him but Jieun asked me for everyone to hear if I was really going to help a pervert.”

Jungkook stops for a moment. He looks past you, almost zoning out. The memory must be painful for him.

“I looked at her, then at Jimin. Clearly my best friend would defend me.”

His jaw clenches.

“He didn’t. He stayed silent as he wrapped an arm around Jieun and kissed her cheek. He kissed her after destroying a man’s life and manipulating another into submission. What happened to my caring best friend?”

Jungkook is shaking, clearly upset. He is sniffling, wanting nothing more than to cry.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry”, you take one of his hands, squeezing it gently.

“Don’t be, it’s my own fault for being such a coward back then and not wanting to be hated by everyone. I’m still a coward. I should have told you the truth. I should have warned you about how manipulative Jimin became because of that witch. And again I didn’t, I stayed quiet and watched him try to manipulate you.”

He whimpers.

“I even helped him”, he chokes out with so much guilt in his voice it makes you feel sick to the stomach. It seems so honest, so raw that all you can do is believe how much he means his regret right now.

He suddenly squeezes your hands, sending you a fond smile.

“I felt so happy when you told us that you don’t believe in rumors that easily”, his smile drops, “but I was also scared that everything would repeat itself again just like last year, that’s why I acted like such a douche all the time. I just wanted to protect you and Yoongi.”

“It didn’t repeat itself however, thankfully.”

Jungkook smiles again.

“Yeah thankfully”, he chuckles sadly, “I’m such a coward.”

“You’re not. It takes a lot of courage to admit your own failures and wrong doings. You aren’t a coward Jungkook.”

“But I am. For staying friends with Jieun and, and,”, he swallows, hesitating for a moment, “and Jimin for so long. Just because I didn’t want to be alone.”

“Jungkook, you aren’t alone. You never will be. Sometimes letting go takes greater strength than holding on. You are strong Jungkook, for realizing you need to let go and for accepting that sometimes being alone is better than holding onto a person, who isn’t good for you.”

He looks at the ground, smiling bashfully. He laces his fingers with yours.

“Thank you”, he looks at you, his big eyes sparkling like two little galaxies.

“It’s okay.”

He takes a deep inhale. He exhales. He smiles.

“Do you know that I think that I’m in love with you?” he confesses.

Your eyes grow big.

“Jungkook”, you breathe.

“No don’t say anything. I get it, it’s okay. I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you and that your kind gestures make me really happy and that I want nothing more for you than to find happiness with Yoongi.”

You need to blink, suddenly wanting to cry. Jungkook reaches out, drying that one tear running down your cheek with his thumb.

“We can still be friends, right?” he asks, still smiling fondly.

You simply nod.

“If you feel like you are comfortable enough”, you sniffle.

Jungkook nods.

“I am. I just want to see you happy.”

“I want to see you happy too Kookie.”

He smiles, so do you.

“Thank you. I’m working on that, with the help of professionals.”

“I’m proud of you Kookie. This is really brave of you.”

“Thank you”, he lets go of your cheeks, hiding his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“You can go now if you want. Yoongi is probably waiting.”

Sudden realization about where you are washes over you. You gasp.

“Oh god, I totally forgot the time.”

Jungkook chuckles at your shocked face.

“Don’t laugh, it’s your fault for keeping me away for so long.”

“I’m not denying it”, Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, still chuckling.

You scoff, hitting his chest softly.

“Just go before he leaves”, he tells you, pushing you into the direction of the greenroom gently.

“Alright, alright. I’m already leaving”, you laugh, turning on your heels.

You are only a few steps away from Jungkook when you stop again, turning around to look at him.

“Will you really be alright?”

“I will. I promise”, he assures you with an honest smile.

You look at him a moment longer. This feels weirdly like a goodbye, although you know it isn’t one, just the beginning of something even more beautiful.

“Go ___”, Jungkook chuckles.

“Right”, you laugh, snapping out of your trance.

And with that you rush down the corridors back to the greenroom.

You push the door open, expecting to see a confused looking Yoongi and Taehyung. But you don’t, as a matter of fact you are the only person still in this waiting room. The stage outside is dark, the seats are all empty. Quiet, everything is quiet. You are the only person left.

Panic. Where is Yoongi? Hopefully he didn’t think you left him and is now sad because of you.

You storm out of the room and down the hallways in search of anyone. Just anyone please. Even Jungkook is gone already when you pass the vending machines.

You are truly alone in this building. Yoongi, you need to find him.

You finally find him far away from the concert hall on the wooden bridge underneath the orange street lamp. It had started to snow as you were running through the city in search of him. The streets already wear a faint white dress, making your boots crunch with every step you take.

Warmth floods your chest when you spot him. Snowflakes had fallen on his black hair, sparkling in the light.

“Yoongi!” you call from far away.

He turns his head, locking eyes with you in an instance. His skin glows rosy from the cold air, the tip of his nose carries a deep red. He smiles when he sees it is you running up to him.

“Yoongi. You were so amazing. I’m so proud of you!” you yell.

Yoongi’s smile grows.

“Where were you? I thought you left me”, he calls out.

You stop right in front of him, so close you feel his hot breath fan over your frozen skin.

“I had to clear a few things up with Jungkook. I’m sorry I forgot the time.”

Yoongi dismisses you with a wave of his hand. He doesn’t wear gloves, his skin is already bright red from the cold. You reach out and hide both of his frozen hands in the pockets of your coat, holding onto them tightly. Yoongi’s whole face lights up at your gesture, his fingers intertwine with yours, squeezing your hands gently.

“I missed you so much”, he confesses.

“I missed you too.”

He gives your hands a gentle squeeze. He takes a step closer to you. A single snowflake rests beautifully on his lashes. He looks so perfect right now.

“I placed first”, he confesses, smiling so brightly his eyes turn into little crescent moons.

Your mouth falls open, your eyes grow big.

“No way”, you squeal.

“I did”, he mumbles almost shyly.

“Yoongi, oh my god”, you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

He stands still for a moment, not moving an inch whilst staring over your shoulder with big eyes. You can feel his heart race in his chest, his breathing is fast.

And then. You finally feel it. He hugs you back. His arms snake around your body and his cheek rests itself on your shoulder. He gives your body the gentlest of squeezes as he sighs softly.

“This is all because of you. You made all of this possible”, he whispers as his fingers draw circles on your lower back.

His eyes are closed, so are yours.

“No, it’s because you are talented Yoongi. You deserve this so much.”

You comb your fingers through his soft hair, making him sigh again.

“I never would have been brave enough to show my talent without you. You gave me so much strength and courage when I already wanted to give up everything”, he tightens the hug.

You feel so warm, the cold winter’s air can’t hurt you anymore now that you are safe in Yoongi’s embrace. The loneliness of the big city is gone as you hold each other close.

“You became my safe place ___”, he confesses, raising his head to look at you.

His eyes are filled to the brim with love. Like two little galaxies they sparkle only for you underneath that orange street light on this cold winter's night.

You cup his cheek, he leans into your touch, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments.

“I’m so in love with you”, you confess, caressing his soft features.

He smiles, cupping your cheeks whilst holding you close with his other hand.

“I’m so in love with you too”, he breathes as his thumb brushes over your lips.

“I really want to kiss you now”, he confesses, as his eyes gaze at your lips longingly.

“And I really want you to kiss me now”, you whisper, resting your fingers on the back of his neck.

“I will”, he murmurs as his eyes flutter closed and he lets you guide him to your lips.

You kiss him right there underneath the orange street lamp on the small wooden bridge with snow falling down on you and the winter’s cold caressing your skin. Right here and there you have found each other, two lost souls connected in this wide universe, now dancing to life’s melodies together.

[jenomark]

Talk

○Pairing: Mark x Reader (Female) ○Other Members/ Characters: Mentions of Jaehyun ○Genre: light angst & a little fluff ○Warnings: panic attack tw ○Word count: 2,122

→Summary: Your boyfriend Jaehyun sends you a text message that makes you have a panic attack out in public. A shy boy on a bike sees you, buys you flowers, and unknowingly gives you the confidence you need to face yourself.

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Jaehyun: When you get home, can we just talk?

  You read the text and reread it again. Each word felt like it was written in bold. You focused on each letter, watching as they blurred into one line of fear. You fought back tears, and shoved your phone deep into your pocket. You had known it was coming, so there was no point in overreacting. Besides, you were out in public, and the thought of snot running over your lips as people walked by was not appealing. You knew how people liked to stare, how they would use your sadness just to make themselves feel better about their own shitty lives.

  Fuck. There was a heavy feeling in your chest, and it was hard to breathe. You leaned against a tree and tried to calm yourself down by doing breathing exercises. When they didn’t work, you closed your eyes and thought of happy thoughts, but every thought made its way back to Jaehyun. His smiling face greeted you, the wind in his hair revealing the forehead you liked to kiss so much. You pushed him out of your mind and brought yourself back to the present. 

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The tears were threatening to spill again. You looked down at your hands and remembered that you were alive. You wiggled your fingers and remembered that you could feel. It was a beautiful day outside. Even under the shade of the tree, the sun still kissed your skin. There were families with children bouncing about, dogs barking, and flowers blooming all around. The heavy weight of the phone sat in your pocket along with those eight words, but they didn’t have to exist with your happiness.

  When you met Jaehyun, you finally felt like your entire life had been leading up to that moment. You never wanted to be one of those people who put the weight of their own happiness into their relationships, but sometimes it was more complicated than that. Jaehyun provided you with safety, with the validation you craved. Sure, the story never ends there, but you didn’t mind being blissfully ignorant to all of the bad stuff. Things were good when they had to be, and bad when you were least expecting it. Two years, a shared living space and all of the good memories couldn’t save you. It was just hard being proven right. 

   You put your hands down and watched the people around you. Everything still felt heavy. Your feet felt like they were permanently rooted in the little square of dirt you stood in. You could call it home and no one would bother you ever again. You could live there and keep watching those people: the family pushing the stroller with the screaming toddler, the woman with a yoga mat tucked under her arm, and the boy walking his bike down the street that was staring at you. 

    The boy was younger than you. When you locked eyes with him, he looked down at his feet shyly. The bike walking next to him looked too big for his body in a comical way. He stopped outside of a convenience store and leaned his bike against a brick wall. You noticed the bouquet of flowers in his hand, the petals wilting.

“Hello.” he said

“She’s a lucky girl.” you said, gesturing to the flowers.

  You didn’t make a habit out of talking to strangers, but there was something about him that begged for your attention. When he heard you, he held up the bouquet and smiled proudly. One of the flowers fell over and hung limply down the plastic packaging, but he didn’t notice. He stopped in front of you and shifted his weight to the balls of his feet. 

 “ Are you okay?” he asked. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you, but I saw you and-and I...here these are for you.”

  He handed you the bouquet. Everything about the exchange felt awkward, but charming. The way he looked at you, it was as if he was waiting for you to scold him. There were a million questions running through your head, but you stopped to smell the flowers. 

  “I can’t accept these,” you said. “They’re beautiful, but I-”

“-I know it’s weird,” he said. He squinted, his face crinkling in embarrassment. “Flowers always make me feel better, and I saw you and I thought..Ah, I’m really sorry.”

“That’s really sweet of you.”

“I...are you okay?” he asked. 

   You were going to reply, but you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Your whole body stiffened at the thought of reading what Jaehyun had to say next. Your eyes fell a few inches from the boys face and focused on the blue sticker attached to his shirt that said: 

                                                                  Hello my name is : MARK

 “Mark, I know I don’t know you, but can you take the phone out of my pocket and tell me what my last text says?” you asked.

   Mark hesitated. He looked all around him as if you were both filming a hidden camera show, and he was going to be humiliated. Quiet tears started streaming down your face. You acted like they weren’t there. When Mark looked into your eyes, he immediately dove into your pocket and took the phone out. After you told him the pass code, he looked at the last text message Jaehyun sent. 

“He says, ‘ I’ve been thinking too much about you, about us….I’m not sure if I can read this next part I-” Mark said.

“-Please,” you said. “If I read it myself, I’m not sure what I’ll do.”

 Mark licked his lips. “He says, ‘I wish I’d never met you.’...Yo, this guys a douche.”

  You looked up at Mark through your tears and held your hand out for your phone. He placed it carefully into the palm of your hand like he might break you if he handed it back normally. Lamely, you shoved it back into your pocket and thanked him. 

“Why are you with a guy like that, anyway?” he said. “Who breaks up over text?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Stick up for me when you don’t know the situation,” you said. “He’s not a bad guy, he just…”

“Doesn’t know a good thing when he has it?”

  Mark’s words made you fall silent. Your side of the relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t perfect, by any means. You had fucked up more times than you could count, and there were things you have done that you weren’t proud of. You liked to think you tried harder than Jaehyun to make it work, bending over backwards to make him happy, and it hurt to realize that none of that could change anything. You didn’t ever want to stay where you weren’t wanted, but a part of you couldn’t help but cling to every piece of him. You weren’t good for each other, and the reality bit into you quick, its venom spreading through your veins.

“I’m sorry,” Mark said. “ I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries. I always do that.”

“It’s okay.”

 You wiped your tears and felt yourself wanting to laugh out of bitterness. You couldn’t help but want to place blame, but truthfully, there wasn’t any.

“ If you want, I’ll kick his ass,” Mark said. “I’ll fight him. Where is he? Do you want me to kick his ass?”

“No,” you said, a laugh bubbling up your throat. “That’s okay.”

  You looked at Mark, who wasn’t that much taller than you, and thought about Jaehyun. Someone like Mark would be crushed under the weight of all Jaehyun’s influence. The thought of Mark potentially kicking his ass made you smile. You had a feeling that he was stronger than he looked, but he would be no match against the man you called your boyfriend.

“You’re an interesting boy, Mark, “ you said. “Where the hell did you come from?”

 He shrugged. “Canada.”

 The laugh that escaped from your mouth was so loud that people looked in your direction. Mark looked confused, as if he didn’t know why you found that funny.

“And after that, New York,” he said. “I moved around a lot. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“No,” you said. “But I will be. It takes time.”

  You stared at Mark a little long before realizing where you were and what you were facing. The laughter evaporated, leaving you with a stale feeling. 

“I should go,” you said. “Thank you for the flowers. It was a really nice gesture.”

“Of course,” he said. “Do you need a ride?”

  You looked at Mark’s bike and felt the need to laugh again, but you didn’t. He was very sincere about his offer. There was something very innocent about him that you wanted to protect. You wondered how long it would take him to be corrupted just from hanging around you.

“Before you decline, “ he said. “I want you to know that I know all of the road safety precautions, and only the prettiest girls get to ride my bike.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, I’m sure.”

 Mark took a black helmet off the back of his bike and placed it on your head without waiting for an answer. His fingers grazed underneath your chin as he buckled you. Feeling his touch made you shiver. 

“Where did you come from?” you asked.

“Huh?”

  He was straightening out his bike and not paying attention to you. His own phone was in his hand and he was texting someone. He looked over at you and gave you his undivided attention.

“Nothing,” you said. “ What are you doing?”

“Texting my friends, “ he said. “I’m telling them I will be late for dinner tonight.”

“Really, “you said. “ I don’t want to hold you up, Mark. I don’t even know what I’m doing.”

  If you were in a movie, this would be the perfect opportunity to fall in love with a stranger. He could ease your pain for one night, a month, half a year maybe. You could go on vacation together and eat free pastries, lounging on pool chairs catching rays, or taking yourselves back to the hotel for hot sex. It would be easy being with someone like Mark, who noticed you when you felt your own self disappearing into the background of your own life. You could see all of the paths you could take from there on out, each one bumpier than the last.

“It’s okay, “ he said. “I don’t mind.”

“But I do,” you said. “Mark, you seem lovely, but I think I have to do this on my own. I think I’ve spent way too much time taking things from other people.”

“I understand,” he said. 

  Mark removed the helmet from your head, but this time, he was careful not to touch you. The respect he paid you made you feel human. Being so close to him made you aware of how handsome he was, but how so very young and impressionable.

“But just so you know, “ he said. “He’s an idiot. In fact, all men are idiots.”

“And you too?”

Mark laughed. “Especially me.” 

“I somehow doubt that.”

 You held out the flowers for him to take back, but he refused you. He said how much he really wanted you to have them just in case you felt like you were losing yourself again. 

“If you look at the flowers, “ he said. “I hope you’ll find your way back.”

  Mark got on his bike and put his helmet on. There was something special about the boy, but you couldn’t put your finger on one specific thing. He smiled and looked down at his shoes like he was embarrassed by the way he was acting.

 “Thank you.” you said.

“You’re welcome. I’m not normally like this. I’ve been having an interesting day myself ,and I think you helped me, too.” he said.

“It’s funny how things work out like that.”

“It really is.” he said.

 Mark’s gaze searched your face. The tears were dry and were replaced with eyes that felt so shrunken from crying.

“I guess this is goodbye.” you said.

“Yeah. Good luck with your life. I really hope everything works out.”

You smiled only just a little. “ Me too.”

  Mark put his hands on the handlebars of the bike and squeezed them tightly. He looked at your face again for any signs of tears before steering his bike away from you. Before he could ride off, you walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder to stop him. When you leaned over and kissed his cheek, his face reddened and he broke out into a smile.

“Talk to you later, Mark.” you said.

[tessatechaitea]

Dark Knight Returns: The Golden Child

Darkseid pees out of his eyes.

"It's 2020 and Frank Miller is still doing 'Not' jokes" is the only review of this comic book you probably need.

The Joker and Darkseid are cumming in their pants over the engagement in the election cycle. I guess people who want to stop terrible politicians from making the country a living hell for a vast number of the population are simply falling into their trap! Stupid people who want a better world! Can't they see that the only way to defeat The Joker and Darkseid is to disengage from the circus of election cycles and simply live their own life without any concern for others? Doesn't the electorate know the best life to live is the life that leads to Ayn Randian defenses of their own selfish needs? Just shut up and take what they give you, you dumb fucks. I should probably finish reading this story before I continue to jump from conclusion to conclusion about Frank Miller's point. His ultimate point might simply be that the children will save us all! Or that it doesn't matter if the children change the world or not because the adults will all be dead by then so who fucking cares? Supergirl Lara confronts Darkseid by blasting him with her heat vision. He dies multiple times or something but doesn't somehow. He applauds her rage the way bad guys always do and then calmly sits down to tell all of the children a story. He's going to be sensible and rational which means it will be the truth, I think. Obviously if you have any emotional attachment to your beliefs, they're garbage beliefs. Until you can squeeze all of the humanity out of yourself, the things you believe won't hold up in rational debate! So divest yourself of your rage, children! It will only make you more logical and intellectually stronger! But also divest yourself of your joy and your despair and your other emotions I can't think of! There must be more, right? While Darkseid is distracted regaling everybody with his tale of the anti-life equation, Superboy sneaks up behind him and takes over his Omega Effect. He turns it back on Darkseid and Darkseid disintegrates into non-existence. Unless he was transported back in time. I don't really know how his eyeball lasers work. Darkseid doesn't stay dead for long. He returns as the Omega God, as the end of everything, as the final death of everything on Earth.

But maybe later, I guess?

Batwoman beats up some Jokers and shuts down Trump's ability to broadcast to Gotham. It makes Darkseid angry enough to return for some reason. Probably a metaphorical reason. Or an analogical reason. I think maybe my attention span is seriously slipping! And right when I'm getting to the part that's probably going to explain what the fuck is going on in this comic book. Superboy destroys Darkseid by calling him an old fart. Also maybe a little bit by blasting him with a new super power: neutron vision! Darkseid has now had his powers stripped so far back that a human bouncing a rock off of his head makes him bleed. But still he thinks, "I will manipulate these fools with my lofty words!" But then Greta Thunberg clenches her fist at him and Batwoman says, "You have no power here! We're thinking for ourselves now!" And then that's the end somehow. Dark Knight Returns: The Golden Child Rating: I can't comprehend what I just read. Maybe the point was that we shouldn't comprehend what other people want us to comprehend? Maybe it was an anti-propaganda story? Maybe it was just terrible writing pretending to be art? It's so hard to tell because it's trying so hard to be complex! Is it's complexity real or a facade? I can't tell! Maybe I should stick to easier things to understand, like James Joyce's Finnegans Wake or Alan Moore's 1300 page novel, Jerusalem, which I finished. Maybe that's Frank Miller's problem. Maybe he just didn't have enough pages to really get to the point he was trying to make. But then if he did have more pages, how many would he waste by simply repeating the same things over and over again? For those of you who haven't read this (or Superman: Year One), he does that a lot. Not in the good way that Tom King and Gertrude Stein repeat themselves. Just in a way that makes you think, "I got it! Superboy is right in Darkseid's brain." Maybe that's a poor example from this comic book because repeating that over and over works to show how painful Superboy's presence in Darkseid's brain is. But I assure you there were many other examples that I can't make excuses for. I just can't be bothered to dig back through the comic book to find them.

[batman-is-me]

Here it is everyone. My take and evidence of the Batman and No Killing/No Guns. Detective comics 27-46 (December ‘40) and Batman 1-4 (December ‘40).

Batman 4 is the stopping point because it is that issue where the rule is stated.

Detective Comics 27. Read it but everyone knows the deaths. So skip. We all know that none of the chemical syndicate makes it, but for the record 2 people. The guy he throws off a roof and the one he punches into acid. However, there was no guns used by Batman.

Detective Comics 28. Kicks a guy out a window. He was charging him right when he entered. So the simple throw is easily survivable but the fact the window was open and they where in the penthouse didn't help.

Detective Comics 29.Doctor Death in Detective Comics does not die at the hands of Batman. His death comes at his own hands. Jabah, Doctor Deaths assistant, isn't said to be dead. Suspected to be dead tho, due to Doctor Death not Batman. Except Batman cause him to be unconscious. So deaths being the caused by Batman. More like from Doctor Death.

Detective Comics 30, Batman, on panel 62, ends up killing Mikhail and implies that Jabah is dead. Killing him by kicking him way to hard.

Detective Comics 31. No deaths no guns.

Detective Comics 32. Batman ends up killing the Mad Monk. A vampire with two silver bullets. Up to this point Batman is not shown to have a gun since Detective Comics 28. This is the first time since Detective comics 28 Batman intended to kill a person.

Detective Comics 33. Batman is shown welding a Gun. Doesn't fire it. But is the source of the cause of death of the villain. He throws a chocking gas pellet into the cockpit of the plane the villain is flying. I mean he could have survived with a little thought. Hold your breath and continue to fly the gas would have disipatted fast cause of speed and open air.

Detective Comics 34. Batman is the indirect cause of death. Batman tussles with the villain in the car, saves the girl and gets out of the car and grabs the rope of the batplane with her before the car drives over a cliff.

Detective Comics 35. Batman is shown with no Gun. Again. One of the death in this issue is not at the hands of Batman it's in the hand of the other Sin Fang henchmen. Yes Batman did kick him back but the intention would not have been to kill. Just written so that he fell into his partners sword who could have easily avoided it. The other is at the hands of Batman when he hurls the idol of kali at Lenox (aka sin fang) and he falls out the window. Kind of weird. To be honest.

Detective Comics 36. So Batman has a gun. It seems like at this point the gun isn't an actual fixed point to his character. It's more or less there if needed. And he uses it signal the police. There is no deaths in this issue by Batman.

Detective Comics 37. No Gun. Three deaths. 2 cause by other henchmen to other henchmen. The 3rd was not the intentions of Batman. He punch Count Grutt into a door, that The Count stabbed into the door himself so he is the cause of his own death. Cause in the next panel Batman states that it is better that he died. It shows his intentions where not to kill.

Detective Comics 38. Famous for the first appearance of Dick Grayson. Now another issue of No Gun. Now Batman does not kill anyone in this issue. Robin does tho. Kills 2 of Zuccos henchmen and Zucco kills one of his own.

Detective Comics 39. Batman does a pretty big bad one here. Pushes a giant statue on some people. And yeah. Kills people. The other death in this issue is when Batman and the henchman both fell out of a window. Also no gun.

Detective Comics 40. Hey look it. No deaths in this issue. Also no Gun. First appearance of Basil Karlo. Very interesting issue with Clay face. Trying to not to give a way plot points in this one.

Detective Comics 41. No guns and deaths caused by Batman or Robin in this issue. Sort of follows the pattern of bad guy does something. Encounters Batman, escapes encounters Batman again, gets captured/killed.

Detective Comics 42-46. All of these issue have 2 things in common no deaths cause by Batman and no guns used by Batman. There are two apparent deaths in this span that one would say caused by Batman. Both characters actually are not dead. As evident by later issues. One being the Joker in Detective 45 and Hugo Strange in Detective Comics 46.

Detective Comics 46 Is the last in the span of comics (in Detective Comics) in the timeline till Batman 4 (released same month and year)where the no Killing rule is Stated clearly. Last seen being the cause of Death in Detective 39.

Batman 1. This one is interesting cause you get two Batman stories. One clearly made for Batman 1 since it's the first story in the book. No deaths, no Gun. The second Batman story is basically a different Batman. The writing, the art, and the overall fell is just different. He uses a gun on his Batplane to shoot one of the monster men and hooks/hangs the other monster man. The third Batman story in this issue is more like the first. Especially in feel, art, and tone. Plus a proto-Catwoman. The fourth and final Batman story in this issue is also true to form of story 1 and 3 in tone, art and feel. No death, no guns. Basically your basic hero captures bad guy.

Batman 2. I'm doing this one different than Batman 1, as in I'm just gonna say talk about all 4 Batman stories in general way with the overall purpose of this read through in mind on point out what is necessary with the specific story listed. So.... All stories in Batman 2 followed the model of Batman 1 (stories 1,3, and 4). All in tone, art style, and overall feel.

Batman 3. The four story share the same tone as the previous issue. All light hatred. No guns, no murders. It's basically the tone of the silver age but a little darker. Hell in the 3rd story of this issue Batman says he has a problem that points guns at him. Which is obvious since you know it's a gun and he is human and he probably gets it a lot so it's gotta get annoying.

Batman 4. Also like the previous stories in the first 3 Batman comics minis the 1 story in Batman, they all have that same light hearted feel. In the 4th story in this issue you see Batman wielding a gun but it's not his, and only used it to shoot gun put of another criminal. No death. Well not directly caused by him. The death comes from gangster on gangster violence Batman tried to stop. Now the most important panel comes in story 2. The “No killing with weapons of any kind."

Outside of That 1 story in Batman 1. The killing and use of gun are not seen since Detective Comics 39. And even with that it isn't all that common for Bruce to really kill anyone in that DC 27-39. It was more sporadic, just like the use of the gun. Hell even in DC 37 you can tell that he didn't intend on killing the bad guy. Now the time Batman 1 released was June of 1940 and Detective Comics 39 was May of 1940. So basically a month or two due to how dating of the books where not really exact in that time period. For example, a Spring issue (Batman 1) could be either May or April. So I find, like my opinion suggests, that using these comics as a legitimate argument for the character to kill are absolutely idiotic. Approximately 8 issues from this time period of pre-statement of "The Rule" (including Batman 4 in the timeline) had him kill/use a gun. Thus the DECADES of the rule being one of the Character's defining characteristics. It's what makes him better than the villain. It gives him a moral center. It shows that you can reform and be better if given the opportunity. This rule, as high top production (the video I shared) has said, it makes the death of his parents mean something in more ways than one. Hell even Frank Miller, had Batman say that guns are the weapons of the enemy as he snaps a shotgun in half. And the fact he is a writer that I absolutely dislike and is given more than necessary knew that. And people who think these rules are outdated and should be removed have no idea what Batman is all about. I don't care if they have been reading Batman for 40 years they completely missed the point and where not paying attention. They need to go back and reread them.

[raccoonsinqueen]

Sharp Teeth and Sharp Wit

What are we having tonight? Underfell!Sans x Reader!

Appetizer:  HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @letsallbecalmchaps​ !!!! You’re the most SPECIALEST person with the username letsallbecalmchaps EVER!!! Thanks for being the RADEST and I hope you had lots of cake! <3

Main Course: You quite literally run into a pretty funny skeleton.

Dessert: It’s all PG here, maybe PG 13 for innuendos? Eh, not really.

This was it. This was the day you’ve been waiting for for months.

And you were late!

Earlier this year, you had been casually streaming the internet (as you always do) when you came upon a certain trailer that caught your eye...

ArachnaMan! One of your long time favorite superheros was getting a movie! And by one of your favorite directors, no less! You couldn’t have been more stoked!

And so you prepared, watching every bit of information that came out about the movie, watching fantheories and others debunking said theories, rereading some of your favorite comics of the hero of spiders. To say you geeked out would’ve been a bit of an understatement, but who could blame you?

Finally, the day came where you could finally watch the masterpiece... and you were late, of course. Only you could manage to be tardy on a movie you were looking forward to for months. But, to be fair, you were pretty sure the universe was working against you on this one. Friends needed to be consoled, traffic was redirected a few too many times, and you had to stop by the convenience store to pick up some snacks and drinks you “subtly” stowed away in you bag. Movie theatre snacks weren’t cheap.

So there you were, rushing to the movie theatre’s ticket booth like your mother had just called to tell you she was having a baby and you were the only one who could deliver it. Of course, when you reached it, the poor theatre employee looked like she was about to have a heart attack for you.

You almost fell onto the counter as you leaned your weight into it, your breath as heavy as lead. “-PANT PANT- One... -PANT- ... Ticket for ArachnaMan -PANT- please?” You swallowed, before wearily handing her a twenty.

“Uh...” The attendant’s eyes didn’t leave your withering form as she punched the numbers into her computer and printed the ticket. “Here. Should just be theatre nine.”

“-PANT- Thanks... Keep the change...” You said, regaining your breath, as you grabbed the ticket and ran inside.

Rushing past the concession stand, you looked back over the ticket.

“Okay, okay, I still got this. Ten minutes late, I probably just missed the previews. Theatre nine...” You looked at the ticket and the numbers above each theatre. “I should just have to take a right and-!!”

Before you knew it, you turned around and felt a shocking chill collapse down your shirt.

“Gah!” You instinctively brought your hands to your chest, trying to bring what little warmth you had left back onto your now sweet soda covered shirt.

“ay!” A low voice rumbled. “watch where ya goin’, princess!”

You looked up from your soaked clothes to see a... skeleton. Huh, not a very common type of monster, right? You would’ve question his edgy clothing style, Brooklyn accent, or even his crimson eyelights if you weren’t so off put by his strikingly sharp teeth. Man, those things were like shark teeth, they looked like they could tear a chunk out of your flesh! Maybe it was supposed to be threatening? You don’t know, it was kinda hard to see him as a threat when he was almost a head shorter than you...

“well, are ya just gonna stare all day er are ya gonna apologize?”

You snapped out of your daze, before you remembered you just rammed into this guy. “Oh, sorry! I was in a bit of a hurry! Here,” Before the short skeleton could gripe back at you anymore, you reached into your bag and pulled out a bottled soft drink. “This should make up for it?”

The skeleton took the bottle, looking at it quizzically, before those red eyelights traveled back up to you. It felt like he was reading you... it made you a bit uncomfortable. But soon, his scowl melted into a smooth, easygoing grin, taking a bit of the edge off of his edgy teeth.

“and so it has.” He simple mused, his eyelights scrolling your body once again. “where are you headed off ta, sweetcheeks?”

“Well, actually I was running a bit late...” You pointed to the theatres, absentmindedly. “I’m actually trying to find theatre nine, you wouldn’t happen to- ...”

When you looked back, you couldn’t help but notice the skeleton was staring straight at your chest. Honestly, you would’ve been a bit offended... if you hadn’t looked down and notice that the previously spilled soda was making your shirt see through.

“Ack-!” You quickly covered your chest with your arms, your ears burning with embarrassment, something that only made the skeleton snicker. “I -uhm-... Where’s the bathroom?”

“right down the hall, take a left.”

“Thank you!” You called, before rushing towards his directions. Ah geez, another thing the universe put in your way to keep you from watching this movie. You began to wonder if maybe it was fate? Maybe this movie was actually really bad, and the universe was trying to save you from getting disappointed?

Well, maybe the universe needs to mind it’s own business.

When you reached the bathroom, you striped your shirt off and threw it under the sink. Might as well try and keep it from staining while you're here right? Luckily, the soda washed right out, and you were able to put it under the hand dryer to make it less transparent. After a little while though, you grew a bit impatient and began dabbing it with paper towels.

There, it may have not been completely dry, but it was no longer showcasing your bra and that was all you needed. You threw it on, before looking at the time.

Okay, so now you were twenty minutes late. No big deal? You probably didn’t miss anything still? Like more previews??

You pushed your denial aside, and set out for theatre nine.

Goodnews, you were easily able to find it. Who knew, it was right next to theatre eight? Badnews, you walked in and every seat was taken. Every. Seat. You had no idea the theatre would’ve filled up so fast! But how were you going to watch it if-!

Oh, there was a seat! In the back... right next to your favorite shark-teeth baring skeleton.

Well, let’s just hope this isn’t too awkward.

You shuffled your way past the large groups of people, almost tripping on a couple, before you took your seat in the back. There, the skeleton greeted you with a sly grin.

“a little late to the party, sweetcheeks.” He said, just below a whisper.

You shuffled around a bit, before you looked up to the screen. You breathed a sigh of relief. It had only just started.

“I didn’t miss much.” You smiled.

“yeah, i didn’t miss much, either.”

You turned to him, confused over what he meant, before the realization hit you as he threw you a wink. You immediately swiped your head back to the screen, melting into your seat and ignoring the way he was chuckling at your blush.

But your heated complexion began to cool as the movie continued on. The action scenes were amazing, and the characters were very real and believable! You could definitely see people like that who you knew in real life, which made it all the more fun! The effects were astounding, and the villain was actually very likable! You began to wish to see more of him... Until...

“oh no, it’s birdman.” You heard the monster beside you mutter under his breath. “look out, he might die of old age and fall on you.”

Okay, that was funny.

“PFFT-!!” You choked on your chocolate raisin, startling everyone around you as you coughed to clear your lungs. But by the end of it, you were almost shaking trying to keep in your laughter. When you looked beside you, the skeleton looked surprised by your sudden outburst, before a genuine smile plastered on his face.

“if i’m scared of anything, it’s that kid’s diabetes being contagious.”

“that’s the girl he likes? i���ve had more interesting conversations with styrofoam.”

“steelman reminds me of my dad, mostly nonpresent and a complete waste of an addition to this movie.”

The skeleton littered comments like these throughout the entire movie, just gauging to get a reaction out of you. And so he did, and you used every last bit of your willpower you had left to keep from busting out in roaring laughter. The comments were so funny, you had a hard time actually paying attention to the movie! And what was even worse was that because of your muffled laughter, the movie was ruined for the people around you and you were 90% sure they all hated you for it.

It was then when you realized what the universe was trying to protect you from. It was this skeleton and his awful humor. You should’ve just waited for the later showing.

By the time the movie was over, you weren’t even going to wait for the ending credit scene. You’d just look it up online like a pirate or something.

When you finally made it out of the suffocating theatre, you busted out in laughter. “Pfft! Hahahaha! Oh my gosh!!”

The skeleton was quick behind your heels, leaning toward you with a half smirk-half genuine smile on his face. Huh, he didn’t want to stay for the ending scene either? “heheh... you liked the movie?”

“Haha! You are the worst!” You said, in between laughter. “Oh my gosh, and the one with ArachnaMan being-! Pssh!- Hahaha!”

“nerd had it comin’.” The monster shrugged, and you shoved him lightly.

“Oh my goodness, I can’t believe you ruined that for me!” You opened the door to the exit, and he followed in step. “I have been waiting for that movie for months, and now I can never look at it the same way again!”

“hey, i didn’t ruin it!” He mocked being offended. “i just shed a more comedic light on the movie.”

You laughed at his wit, which only made him light up more. “Ha! A more comedic light?”

He shrugged again, “what do ya expect from me?”

“An apology.” You crossed your arms, a smile playing on your features as you walked the sidewalk. “For ruining my movie and almost ruining my shirt.”

“an apology?” The skeleton laughed. “you ran into me, doll. besides, if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have been able to sit next to me and listen to my terrific humor.”

“Your right! How could I have been so blind!” Oh gasped in mock surprise, lifting two fingers and turning to him. “I should get two apologies for that!”

The skeleton laughed again, raking a hand over his face before his eyelights rolled back to you with amusement. “hahahehe! you’re a weird one, sweetcheeks-”

But before your conversation could continue any further, a sharp voice interrupted your fun. “Hey! You!”

You jumped at this, turning around only to see a striped scarf wearing monster stomp towards you. “Uh, yes?” You asked.

“You ruined the entire movie for me and my girlfriend!” You flinched at his tone. “You were laughing the entire time! What was so funny that you had to ruin it for the rest of us!?”

“Oh, geez...” You scratched the back of your head. “Sorry, man.... I really didn’t mean to upset-”

“You didn’t mean to upset me?!” He continued you to rampage, hurting your ears. You winced at this, casually rubbing your now sore ears. “Are you even listening to me?!”

“oy. back off, buddy.” You were surprised to see the skeleton standing up for you. He didn’t seem the type. “she said she was sorry, so she’s sorry. do you need a written apology?”

This only seemed to enrage the monster further, “And who are you?! Were you the one who was whispering to her the entire time?! I bet you think your a funny guy, don’t you!? Well, you’re not funny! You’re just a nobody who decided to jerk around the entire movie and ruin it for the rest of us!”

At this, the skeleton’s eyelights went out. How curious? But before you could react, the skeleton’s features melted into calm expression.

“sweetheart...” He said, cooly, his sharp teeth smoothing into a relaxed smile. “why don’t you take a couple steps back while I talk some sense into this guy?”

You did as he asked. Despite his calm attitude, you felt even more unnerved by his coolness than if he were to get mad.

“Hey! Don’t talk to me like-!!” The monster promptly paled when the skeleton grabbed a hold of his arm and started dragging him behind the corner of a building. “What?! Let go of me!!”

You leaned forward a bit, trying to hear what was going on, but did not dare to move from your spot.

“What the heck, man?!” The monster’s biting voice shrilled. “What do you think you’re- !!”

THWACK!

After a couple of seconds, the skeleton returned, his relaxed grin still in place.

“...What was that?” You eyed him, suspiciously.

“eh, i just gave him a little talkin’ too, s’all.” He shrugged. “i’d drop it, doll.”

“But that didn’t sound like-”

“i said drop it, doll.”

You scrunched your face up, annoyed at his display of dominance, before leaning down to his eye level. He gave you an unamused expression, before you voiced, “Are you sure you didn’t... rattle his bones?”

He looked at you shocked for a second, before he erupted with laughter.

You smiled, straightening. “Tibia honest, it was a bit worrying. Didn’t think you’d make it out alive, but then I remembered you weren’t alive to begin with.”

“hahahaha! heheheh-! oh my stars, kid, you’re an idiot!”

“It’s only fair that I ruin your bad bones moment, since you ruined my movie!” You laughed with him.

Just as your skeletal friend had finished laughing, you had reached your car. You wondered why he followed you all the way over here, but didn’t put too much thought into it.

“Welp, this is my stop.” You leaned on your car. “So do you have a name, your are you just going to be that one guy who ruined the ArachnaMan movie for me?”

The skeleton wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye. “hehe... it’s sans. sans the skeleton.”

“Really? I thought you were a horse.”

“shut up, sweetheart.” He said, light heartedly. “you haven’t even given me yours.”

“It’s...” You took a second to think, before you pulled out a pen and paper out of your bag. Sans looked to you, curiously, before you handed him the piece of paper. “Y/n. You should call me sometime. Maybe you can ruin a couple more movies for me.”

To your surprise, Sans seemed to literally change color at this. What a strange and soft shade of scarlet. “ah -heheh-... sure, uh, sure thing, doll.”

You snorted at this, “What, no witty comment? You leave me disappointed, Sans!”

Sans replied by showcasing his ever so sharp teeth in a wide grin and said, “well, i can’t blow all my good jokes in one day.”

[transssexualheart]

Do all, entertain me so I don't have to do hw

ah man i was actually doing hw for once

1- my name?rain

2- do i have any nicknames?my mom calls me rainbow, my brother calls me ron, my friends don’t really call me by any nicknames anymore

3- zodiac sign?leo, borderline virgo 

4- video game i play to chill, not to win?animal crossing

5- book/series i reread?harry potter

6- aliens or ghosts?uhhhh ghosts

7- writer i trust enough to read anything they write?idk if there’s any

8- favorite radio station?i don’t listen to the radio much

9- favorite flavor of anything?watermelon or blue raspberry

10- the word i use all the time to describe something great?idk, i say hell yeah a lot

11- favorite song?robbers by the 1975 probably (im listening to it now lol)

12- the question you ask new friends to get to know them better?i usually ask what they’re doing when we text and they tell and through this over time you hear about their family and intrests

13- favorite word?either “soft” or “gentle”

14- last person who hurt me, did i forgive them?not sure, i think i was the last person to hurt me, and i don’t really forgive myself for anything

15- last song i listened to?robbers by the 1975

16- tv show i always recommend?rick and morty

17- pirates or ninjas?see on one hand i have gay pirates and on the other i have nsp so idk

18- movie i watch when i’m feeling down?probably some pokemon movie lmao

19- song that i always start my shuffle with/wake up song/always on loop song?my alarm is nine in the afternoon by p!atd, i usually shuffle the fiddler on the roof soundtrack starting with the wedding dance song or now i have everything, on loop i usually have do i wanna know by arctic monkeys or sarah smiles by p!atd

20- favorite video games?any pokemon game

21- what am i most afraid of?the people i love secretly hating me or abandoning me or dying

22- a good quality of mine?uhhhhh,,, i guess um. my hair is dark? so it makes it easier to see facial hair and shit on me which is helpful for my trans ass

23- a bad quality of mine?i can’t shut up about anything i’m interested in bc i obsess myself with things that make me happy and always want to talk about them because they’re the the things that keep me alive but it gets annoying and i get a lot of “would you shut up about this subject”

24- cats or dogs?how could i CHOOSE

25- actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they’re in?i don’t pay a lot of attention to the actors for ppl in movies, i think the only actor i was willing to go see whatever they were in was u lmao

26- favorite season?spring/autumn

27- am i in a relationship?no

28- something i miss?the way things used to be sometimes

29- my best friend? i’ve considered u my best friend for a long time, if i didn’t delete messages u could probably find me talking to newer ppl (mainly chloe, who was that girl i asked out and rejected me) being like “yeah so she’s my best friend and she’s great”

30- eye color?brown

31- hair color?dark brown

32- someone i love?diakjgbjfgvldgjh

33- someone i trust?i trust u and zee the most

34- someone i always think about?Get Out Of This Home

35- am i excited about anything?dying

36- my current obsession?playing amazing grace on the piano

37- favorite tv shows as a child?i loved sesame street

38- do i have someone of the opposite sex i can tell everything to?not really

39- am i superstitious?idk

40- what do i think about most?what the fuck do you think 

41- do i have any strange phobias?i don’t think so

42- do i prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?not sure

43- favorite hobbies?drawing, writing, playing piano

44- last book i read?the great american whatever, great book btw, read it if ur looking for more gay books. warning though for death (that’s not really a spoiler i promise)

45- last film i watched?blue is the warmest color, didn’t finish it tho

46- do i play any instruments?piano

47- favorite animals?cats and dogs

48- top 5 blogs on tumblr that i follow?@ dreamts@ maroonracoon@ hugables@ roswater@ fauning

49- superpower i wish i could have?to pause time

50- how do i destress?what

51- do i like confrontation?no

52- when do i feel most at peace?when i sleep

53- what makes me smile?hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

54- do i sleep with the lights on or off?off

55- play any sports?no

56- what is my song of the week?idk the week just started my guy

57- favorite drink?grape juice

58- when did i last send a handwritten letter to somebody?idk

59- afraid of heights?not really

60- pet peeve?when u tell someone to stop fuckin touching u and they keep doing it immediately after

61- what was the last concert i went to see?the 1975!! just last night

62- am i vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian?no 

63- what occupation did i want to do when i was younger?i really wanted to be a singer

64- have i ever had a friend turn into an enemy?i’ve had fights with friends but we either made up or stopped being friends but aren’t enemies

65- what fictional universe would i like to be a part of?idk

66- something i worry about?friends when they’re sad, i know some of them probably won’t but i still worry about them hurting themselves

67- scared of the dark?yeah

68- who are my best friends?you, zee, shannon, spencer, i could go on but there’s a lot

69- what do i admire most about others?musical abilities, especially with singing

70- can i sing?idk, logically i have no reason to think that i can’t because literally everyone that’s ever heard me sing says it’s not bad or that i have a nice voice but i’m still unconvinced

71- something i wish i could do?sing in front of people without having an anxiety attack, speaking of singing

72- if i won the lottery, what would i do?buy myself and my friends a ton of shit probably

73- have i ever skipped school?i’ve faked being sick to get out of school

74- favorite place on the planet?idk man i haven’t been many places

75- where do i want to live?kinda wanna live in nyc

76- do i have any pets?cat named danny, two fish one named goldy and the other shaneeta dee

77- what is my current desktop picture?an nsp concert but i’ve been meaning to change it for a while now

78- early bird or night owl?night owl

79- sunsets or sunrise?sunsets

80- can i drive?no

81- story behind my last kiss?it was so long ago man i can’t really remember

82- earphones or headphones?earphones

83- have i ever had braces?no

84- story behind one of my scars?idk if i have any but i have a scab that i picked at until it bled in piano class because i was Not Ok and many times after for the same reason and that’s probably gonna scar now

85- favorite genre of music?idk

86- who is my hero?idk

87- favorite comic book characters?i don’t really read comic books much

88- what makes me really angry?when people hurt my friends 

89- kindle or real book?real book

90- favorite sporty activity?idk man

91- what is the one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be???????

92- what was my favorite subject at school?idk man i guess art is ok but i’m not the biggest fan of my teacher

93- siblings?two, one brother and a sister

94- what was the last thing i bought?probably food

95- how tall am i?i think 5′5

96- can i cook?i can make grilled cheese and also pancakes

97- can i bake?if u give me a recipe then probably

98- 3 things i love?my friendspianosleeping

99- 3 things i hate?donald trumpdepressionanxiety

100- do i have more girl friends or boy friends?idk a lot of my friends are non binary or i don’t know their gender

101- who do i get on with better, girls or boys?im tempted to say girls but that’s just bc i have a preference for girls romantically in reality it doesn’t really matter as long as u aren’t a dick

102- where was i born?albany

103- sexual orientation?pan, probably somewhere on the ace spectrum bc sexual attraction is so so rare for me so if i think ur hot u better believe u are

104- where do i currently live?new york

105- last person i texted?you

106- last time i cried?not sure, i think last week when i had that big meltdown that y’all saw where @ hero-art was sending me asks through it

107- guilty pleasure?hhgghg,,hggg, watching vids of u singing

108- favorite youtuber?probably still the game grumps

109- a photo of myselfdamn bitch just search the tag # rain shows you his face

110- do i like selfies?i take a lot, usually just because my makeup looks cool that day, but they’re mostly shit

111- favorite game app?i don’t play game apps

112- my relationship with my parents?:/

113- favorite accents?idk man

114- a place i have not been but would like to visit?metropolitan museum of art

115- favorite number?five

116- can i juggle?no

117- am i religious?no

118- do i like space?it’s cool

119- do i like the deep ocean?it’s pretty

120- am i much of a daredevil?lol no

121- am i allergic to anything?i think grass

122- can i curl my tongue?yeah

123- can i wiggle my ears?no

124- do i like clowns?don’t really have an opinion on them

125- the beatles or elvis?i don’t listen to either of them

126- my current project?my dumbass lab writeup

127- am i a bad loser?i don’t think so

128- do i admit when i’m wrong?yes

129- forest or beach?beach

130- favorite piece of advice?“love everyone, forgive everyone, especially yourself.”

131- am i a good liar?i think so

132- hogwarts house/divergent faction/hunger games district?i’m a gryffindor and i didn’t read divergent or the hunger games

133- do i talk to myself?all the time

134- am i very social?no

135- do i like gossip?maybe? idk as long as no one is hurt

136- do i keep a journal/diary?i guess my writing blog is kind of an over exaggerated diary

137- have i ever hopelessly failed a test?i got a zero on a quiz once if that counts

138- do i believe in second chances?depends

139- if i found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would i  do?get my mom to turn it in to ppl who know what to do with it

140- do i believe people are capable of change?yeah i suppose, but depends

141- have i ever been underweight?no

142- am i ticklish?very

143- have i ever been in a submarine?no

144- have i ever been on a plane?when i was seven

145- in a film about my life, who would i cast as myself, friends, and family?ah man idk i don’t have an extensive knowledge of actors

146- have i ever been overweight?no

147- do i have any piercings?one in each ear

148- what fictional character do i wish was real?idk

149- do i have any tattoos?two, one on my ankle and another on my ass

150- what is the best decision i have made in my life so far?to realize that i fucked up and to apologize

151- do i believe in karma?i guess

152- do i wear glasses or contacts?i need glasses but don’t wear them much

153- what was my first car?none

154- do i want children?depends on who i’d have them with

155- who is the most intelligent person i know?idk man it’s kinda subjective isn’t it?

156- my most embarrassing moment?my whole entire life

157- what makes me nostalgic?old songs

158- have i ever pulled an all nighter?oh yeah

159- which do i value most in others, brains or beauty?brains

160- what color dominates my wardrobe?idk actually

161- have i ever had a paranormal experience?not really

162- what do i hate most about myself?i’m stupid, i hurt and bother others way too much 

163- what do i love most about myself?ok i’m honestly not being a self loathing dick on purpose here i genuinely can’t think of something i love about myself

164- do i like adventure?yeah

165- do i believe in fate? maybe

166- favorite animal?question already asked bro

167- have i ever been on radio?no

168- have i ever been on tv?no, but yesterday i got asked to be (i declined because of anxiety)

169- how old am i?fourteen

170- one of my favorite quotes?“and you know that it’s not good, that there is no good, that nothing good can ever come out of it. but you do it anyway. and then... well. and then you burn.”

171- do i hold grudges?depends

172- do i trust easily?i don’t think so

173- have i learnt from my mistakes?yeah

174- best gift i’ve ever received?well my computer was p good though i payed for part of it

175- do i dream?yeah

176- have i ever had a night terror?yeah

177- do i remember my dreams, and what is the one that comes to mind?i do, and i just remembered the dream i had where there was this weird ass magical storm by my school that happened once thousands of years before on the same day and ppl thought it was a myth but it wasn’t, it was controlled by some ghost of a little girl and it lasted for weeks and eventually within our small shelter by the school people just died arbitrarily and some died from the storm who went out to try and get food and some starved, and soon all that was left was me and three others and it was horrible because every time we closed our eyes we were afraid we were going to open them and someone would be dead

178- an experience that has made me stronger?idk. probably my dad dying?

179- if i were immortal what would i do?try and undo that immortality or send myself into a coma forever because god i already want to die having to live forever would be the biggest curse ever

180- do i like shopping?sure

181- if i could get away with a crime, what would i do?idk man i don’t think about a life of crime much

182- what does family mean to me?people who care about me and love me and that i care about and love back

183- what is my spirit animal?im p sure that as a white person i’m not supposed to have one

184- how do i want to be remembered?for kindness

185- if i could master one skill, what would i choose?being better at piano

186- what is my greatest failure?everything

187- what is my greatest achievement?don’t know, i’m not proud of many things that i do

188- love or money?love

189- love or career?love

190- if i could time travel, where and when would i want to go?nowhere, i don’t want to spoil the future for myself and i don’t want to fuck with the past

191- what makes me the happiest?FUCK off

192- what is “home” to me?being with someone i love

193- what motivates me?i don’t know. not much anymore

194- if i could choose my last words, what would they be?idk, it depends on who i’d say them to

195- would i ever want to encounter aliens?if they’re nice then yes

196- a movie that scared me as a child?coraline

197- something i hated as a child that i like now?idk

198- zombies or vampires?vampires bc baz

199- live in the city or the suburbs?city

200- dragons or wizards?wizards

201- a nightmare that stayed with me?so this is from when i was little, my dad was driving my brother and i to the park and i was in the backseat bc i was tiny. so i said something to him and got no reply, i looked over and he wasn’t in the front seat, he was gone and nobody was driving. i look out the front and we’re headed for a part where we were meant to turn and there’s a giant steep hill and the car just keeps going forwards. it drives up the hill then flips over and crashes and rolls back down the hill and then i woke up

202- how do i define love?oh gosh. it’s in trusting other people to tell everything, even if they don’t “get” you, even if they won’t understand what you mean or how you feel because you trust them. it’s in the way you feel accepted around them. and all the inside jokes and knowing glances and doing everything you can to help when they’re down and feeling at home around them.

203- do i judge a book by it’s cover?a little

204- have i ever had my heart broken?yeah

205- do i like my handwriting?not really

206- sweet or savory?sweet

207- worst job i’ve had?never had a job

208- do i collect anything?ramune bottles and pokemon cards 

209- item of clothing or jewelry you’ll never see me without?don’t think there is one

210- what is on my bucket list?kiss a girl

211- how do i handle anger?vent to a friend

212- was i named after anyone?not with my first name, but my mom gave me my middle name after her friend from college

213- do i use sarcasm a lot?no.............of course not

214- what tv character am i most like?not sure

215- what is the weirdest talent i have?talent. What Is That

216- favorite fictional character?how could i choose one

thanks for asking