#please help me pass this meme around and make it a thing

[purpleandstarlight]

Me: O!Ciel is the most aroace person to ever exist and you can pry this headcanon from my cold, dead hands.

Still me: ...BUT you know, if he DID go for someone, he would only ever consider blondes. That is a fact. No i will not formulate.

[onlymingyus]

Birds of a Feather

pairing; joshua hong x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff, crack

summary; You and Shua work together on a petition to get rid of the bird kid and then you fall in love.

warnings; university au, alcohol, drug use (marijuana), food/drink, betting, bad jokes, borrowed memes, simp!joshua, jealousy/possessive nature, irresponsible use of a hot tub and a friend’s personal space, slight dom!joshua, mild dom/sub dynamics, pet names, sex health/birth control talk, unprotected sex, breast play, pinning/man handling, dirty talk, oral (m & f receiving/giving), 69, scratching, crying, size kink implied, exhibition kink implied – as always I’m sure there is something I’ve left out.

w/c; 14.3k and some change

a/n; first of all thank you so so much to my dear @onlyhuis for proofreading this and thank you for literally being the reason it exists. this is based on a true story – names have been changed for privacy and it’s not completely true but bird kid should find a new place to live. thank you to @wonwussy for helping me come up with an amazing title, also without june, @highvern, @shuadotcom, and @horanghater just know this fic would have sucked majorly. thank you so much for helping me figure out my shit and adding so much to this.

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Joshua rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he leans his forearm against his door, looking down at the cute girl standing in his dorm room. You were holding a clipboard and had a look somewhere between serious and annoyed on your face.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”

You hadn’t had the chance to meet every single resident in your hall but today you were making some very interesting discoveries. For example, apparently Eros lived just five doors down and he slept in late. Clearing your throat, you look down at your clipboard in an attempt to hide how shy his gaze is making you feel.

“I’m Y/N; would you sign my petition to evict the bird kid? I know that sounds harsh but just to get him to, like, get his own place off campus with his bird.”

His lips pulling up into a small grin, Joshua watches you start to ramble about your cause as you tap your pen against the paper attached to the clipboard. It seems you have several signatures so far. He had heard about this bird kid and he had also heard the bird in question several times.

“Sure, I’ll sign it. Anything to get him to stop letting the damn thing use the water fountain as a bird bath.”

Joshua watches as your eyes lift towards him again as he agrees with you. With the clipboard securely in his hands, you scoff in agreement, lifting your hands to express how important your argument was.

“Right?! It’s gross. I drink out of that fountain. I mean, I used to...“

Nodding, Joshua signs his name and offers you back the clipboard before resting his shoulder on his door frame. You watch his smile pull to one side before he furrows his brows and gestures over his shoulder.

“My roommate is still passed the fuck out but I’m sure he will sign too. Swing back by later and catch him when he’s actually breathing.”

Pulling the clipboard to your chest, you press your lips together, trying to keep your eyes on the man’s face even as you feel them being drawn to where his t-shirt was straining around his bicep. Clearing your throat, you lean back a bit and glance down at his name, whispering it to yourself before nodding and daring to look back up to find Joshua still watching you.

“Okay… I’ll do that, Joshua.”

Turning towards the next door, you pull your eyes from his handsome face even as Joshua leans out of his doorway to watch you, lifting his hand to wave.

“Good luck with your petition, Y/N. See you later.”

Groaning into his drool soaked pillow, Lee Chan forces himself to turn over and look towards his roommate, who was standing in the doorframe watching the hallway. He liked Joshua; if anything, the man was more like a brother than a roommate at this point but he was talking far too loudly for a Saturday morning.

“That has to be a girl if you are acting like a simp this early.”

Rolling his eyes, Joshua shuts the door behind him, turning towards the younger man and shooting him a look before reaching for one of the bottles of water and tossing it towards him. Despite usually having great eye to hand coordination, Chan hisses in pain when the bottle manages to meet his chest instead of in his hands.

“And? Your point? Drink your water; I’m sure you have one hell of a headache.”

Chan wasn’t going to argue with Joshua on that point. He did have a headache that could rival all other headaches. He couldn’t remember much of the night after their friend Seungcheol had shown him where the punch bowl was and challenged him to a “drink off.”

Reaching for the pain medicine on his nightstand, Chan groans, trying to open the bottle as Joshua watches, only to sigh and take it from his hands, doing it for him. Muttering a thanks, Chan takes the bottle back, leaning back onto his bed to take the medicine, looking up at the ceiling.

“Who was the girl?”

Pursing his lips, Joshua falls back on his bed, trying to hide the small smile on his lips, thinking about the short interaction with you and how cute you had been. It wasn’t like anything had even happened or that there would be anything that would come from it but it was nice meeting a new neighbor so to speak.

“Uh, she said her name was Y/N. She’ll be back around later. Told her you’d sign her petition.”

Chan’s brows furrow at Joshua’s words as he lifts his hand to wipe at his mouth, water starting to run down towards his chin.

“What? Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s not that big of a deal and you’ll agree with it. It’s about that dude who has a bird. Something about getting him to move off campus with it.”

Making a face at the mention of the bird, Chan feels his headache behind his eyes, even thinking about the squawking that could be heard late at night and early in the mornings.

“You’re right. I’ll fucking sign it. I’ll forge names. I’ll help the son of a bitch move.”

Taking back your clipboard once more, you smile at the girl who doesn’t seem to know when to stop talking. You were happy she agreed with your cause but you didn’t need to know every other complaint she had filed over the past month with Seungkwan, the RA.

“Totally, I get it.” Gesturing with your thumb over your shoulder, you offer her one last tired smile, “I’m gonna head back the other way, I have a couple of places I need to get on the way back to my room.”

“Yeah, sure. Oh, Y/N! When you talk to Seungkwan, you know when you file the petition... mention the water pressure again.”

Groaning under your breath, you just give her a thumbs up, hearing her yell bye at your back as you scurry off in the opposite direction. The more distance you put between her and you, the air feels lighter until you look back at your clipboard and read Joshua’s name, seeing your little star next to his name.

You weren’t sure why this man was making you so nervous – besides his good looks – but as you stood in front of his room, reading over the whiteboard attached to it, you blew out a breath. The messages on their board were cute, some funny, but for the most part, you could tell they were from friends.

I fuckin won last night you owe me dinner - Cheol

rescheduled studio for tuesday - jihoon (don’t call me and bitch)

Lifting your hand, you knock on the door next to a worn sticker of a tiger that someone had tried to peel off but failed at doing so. You swallow hard, running your thumbnail along the pad of your index finger as you wait, beginning to think that he or his roommate were out until you hear hushed voices and the sound of a thump like something hitting the floor.

Joshua throws one last look at Chan, who rubs the back of his head from the floor next to this bed, muttering an ow, before the younger man pushes himself back to his feet. He hadn’t said anything he thought was all that bad, just that Joshua looked like an excited puppy hearing a knock at the door. He hadn’t been wrong; Joshua had jumped up and started towards the door, only to stop looking panicked and check his hair in the mirror on the back of the door before Chan had spoken up.

Opening the door, Joshua takes a breath before licking his lips and smiling at you as if nothing had happened at all. Your eyes move past him to the other man, who grumbles, rubbing his ass as he finally gets back on his feet and looks towards the door to meet your eyes for the first time.

“Hey, is this a bad time? I can come back tomorrow or something.”

Stepping back and to the side, Joshua shakes his head as Chan’s eyes widen, finally getting a good look at you. It was starting to make sense—Joshua's reaction to you. If he had seen you first, he might be in the same predicament, but there was a bro code, and he was a good friend.

“Not at all, right, Chan?”

Hearing his name, Chan moves forward and gestures to you inside the room, quickly moving one of his shirts off the desk chair so you could take it if you wanted it.

“Nope, all good with me. Shua said you’d be back, about the bird dude, right?”

Slowly walking into the room, you look around before looking down at the chair that had been cleaned off for you. It hadn’t been your plan to come in and sit down but you weren’t going to say no when your feet were aching after walking up and down the hall for hours.

“Uh, yeah, thanks.”

Joshua watches you move to the seat, his eyes never leaving yours even as you close yours for a moment to relish in the feeling of the pressure being taken off your back and legs as you sit down. His eyes finally move to the clipboard in your lap as he moves forward, causing you to open your eyes to look up at him.

“Looks like you did well today. Can I see it?”

Humming out a response, you lift the clipboard towards Joshua, letting him take it from you along with your pen so he can turn back towards Chan, offering it to him. With the petition out of the way and Chan occupied with something else, Joshua grins, turning his attention back to you. His eyes move over your face and down the length of your body quickly as he tries not to make it entirely obvious.

“I tried; it was tiring. I’ll try to hit the other floors over the next couple days before I take it to Seungkwan.”

Nodding, Joshua purses his lips, gesturing his hands out towards you, causing you to look up at him as he does.

“We are pretty good friends with Seungkwan. Might save you a little time. I’m not saying to cheat the system but I can tell you are exhausted. I could also help you, you know, with the other floors.. Have some friends who live in those dorms.”

You weren’t sure why Joshua was willing to help you but you weren’t feeling like turning him down, even as Chan scoffed into a laugh while finishing filling out the petition. Glancing over his shoulder, Joshua turns only to jerk the clipboard from the other man’s hands, letting the two share a quick look before he smiles at you again, offering it to you much kinder.

“What do you think?”

Biting at your bottom lip, you glance towards Chan, watching him turn away from what was happening in front of him. Tapping your fingers on the clipboard in your lap, you smile and look away, feeling suddenly shy under Joshua’s gaze once again. His playful laugh is the only thing you can hear over the blood rushing to your head as your cheeks and ears go warm.

“Yeah, that’d be great. I can give you my number so we can coordinate where to meet and stuff.”

Rolling his eyes, Chan groans at the puppy love display in the same room as him. Sliding past Joshua, the younger man mutters a bye to you as you watch him slip out the door, leaving you alone with Joshua, whose smile just grows.

“Awesome, yeah. Don’t worry about Chan. He’s dramatic.”

Eyes still following Joshua, you watch him pick up his phone from his nightstand, returning to offer it to you. You can only shake your head, a small laugh slipping from your lips as you tap on his phone icon and add a contact for yourself after making a mental note of his artsy blue wallpaper on his phone.

“He’s okay. I mean… I don’t know what he was being dramatic about but I’ll get out of his hair so he can come back and chill.” Smiling up at Joshua, you offer him back his phone and say, “I like your wallpaper, it’s pretty.”

You’re pretty, is the first thing Joshua thinks of but he just smiles back at you, taking his phone and biting at his bottom lip.

“Thanks. Uh, he’s fine, really. Don’t have to worry about him, he’s a big boy. Just not used to seeing pretty girls in his dorm room, especially ones he’s not allowed to flirt with.”

You had started to take a breath so when Joshua speaks and says that you swallowed the breath, it gets stuck in your throat. Leaning forward, you cough, lifting your hand when he steps forward, asking if you are okay. Furrowing his brows, Joshua moves to take out a water bottle, opening the lid before squatting down in front of the chair and offering it to you.

“You sure you’re okay?”

Nodding, you take the water, taking a sip as Joshua watches you carefully. You were fine but you felt like an idiot. Your face was on fire from the coughing fit and embarrassment. How were you going to explain that you had just choked on air?

“No rush…  Take it easy. Another sip of the water.”

Lifting his hand, Joshua pushes your hair back, getting a good look at you and checking to make sure you were actually going to be okay. He could tell you were flustered and obviously embarrassed but there was nothing, in his opinion, that you needed to be embarrassed about.

“I’m alright. It’s stupid… I just tried to take a breath and it didn’t go well for me.”

You watch as Joshua smiles at you, his eyes kind and understanding despite the awkward situation. Dropping his hand to his knee, Joshua bites at his bottom lip once again as he tilts his head, studying you before nodding.

“Been there before. Feeling a bit better?”

Sitting back, you nod, taking another sip of the water as Joshua offers you the lid, letting you put it back on the bottle.

“Yeah, I’m good now. Fuck…I’m really great at first impressions.”

Standing up to let you do the same, Joshua takes in a sharp breath, watching you move towards his door. He knew he had just met you but he already didn’t want to let you go. He wanted to get to know you more and he wasn’t sure if just helping you with the petition was going to be enough.

“I, for one, am thoroughly impressed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Turning back to Joshua, you smile, letting him pull the door open, leaning his shoulder against it much like he had earlier in the day. You were staring at him again, letting your eyes move from his face, studying his lips, and moving down to his chest and over to his arms.

“Yeah, uh… I’ll text you in the morning. Have a good night, Joshua.”

Leaning his head back against the door, Joshua grins to himself, having known you were checking him out just as much as he had been doing the same to you. Maybe he had a shot at this.

“You too, Y/N.”

Y/N: I know it’s early but I was hoping to get started on the petition in about 30 mins on the second floor. You still wanna help?

The ding of his cellphone caused Joshua to groan before he reached out for the device, smacking at the nightstand a few times before actually grabbing it. Normally he would have ignored the message but today he remembered that he had texted you last night, making sure you had his number.

Cracking an eye open to look at his screen, Joshua winces at the brightness, blinking a few times before he is able to read the message and look at the time. It was 9 a.m., and he had gone to bed around 3 a.m. Of course you didn’t know that but he also wasn’t going to tell you no.

Joshua: Absolutely. Can we get coffee? 🙏

The message makes you smile as you sit on your bed, your stuff in a semicircle around you as you try to get ready for the day. Usually you weren’t too concerned with how much you dressed up around campus, especially on the weekends during the day, but today was different. You were going to be hanging out with Joshua Hong.

After your less than ideal first meeting with him, you decided to do some sleuthing to find out more about him, so now not only do you have his last name, but you also know his major, music, and that he has released a few songs on SoundCloud. You had even looked through his Instagram and swooned over many of his pictures, being overly careful not to like any pictures so he wouldn’t know you had been looking.

Y/N: Ofc my treat 😉

Still laying in bed, Joshua smiles at your message and the emoji. Were you flirting with him? A man could dream, couldn’t he?

Joshua: We will see who gets their card out faster.

Joshua had done his own investigation of you the night before but there had been less social media and more word of mouth as he sat in his friend Vernon’s dorm watching a few get more drunk than necessary. Lucky for him, Jeonghan had been at the little get together and he seemed to know everyone or at least something about everyone.

“Y/N Y/L/N, she’s a lit major. Really fucking cute, but you probably know that.”

That he did know, but if you were a literature major, that meant you were smarter than him.

“As far as I know, she’s available. Check her Instagram but... I’m pretty sure.”

Now, walking towards your dorm, Joshua was doing just that—scanning through your most recent pictures. Most were just selfies that he was having a hard time not liking, but a few had friends leaning against you, smiles on both of your faces. What he didn’t see was anyone who seemed like a romantic interest.

Tilting your head, you watch as Joshua looks down at his phone as he walks the few doors towards yours as you wait, your bag slung over your shoulder. He seemed distracted and it wasn’t until you felt your phone vibrate in your hand and looked to see that shuahong95 liked your photo that it made sense.

Pressing your lips together, you feel the warmth spread over your cheeks as Joshua’s eyes widen slightly and he hisses under his breath before looking up to see you looking down at your phone. You had already seen the notification. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, shaking his head. Joshua presses follow on your profile and slips his phone into his jacket pocket as he finally reaches your door.

The second notification pops up that shuahong95 has followed your Instagram, and you swallow hard, looking up as you see his shoes standing in front of you. A bit of a deer caught in the headlights looks plastered on your face; you can only offer him a small smile as he leans his head against the wall next to your door and smiles back at you.

“It was a cute picture. Couldn’t help it.”

Shaking your head, you laugh quietly—a bit manically, as if you were trying to figure out what reality was anymore—slipping your phone into your pocket. Joshua just watches you gauge your reaction, finding it even more adorable as the seconds tick by.

“I–yeah? Thanks…you’re really...”

You didn’t know what you were saying but it didn’t seem to matter to Joshua, as he grins at you for just letting it happen. When you sigh, letting the words die on your lips, Joshua laughs, reaching up to tap his finger on the tip of your nose, causing your cheeks to burn hotter than you thought they could.

“Adorable. Coffee?”

Right, coffee. You had said you would treat him to some before you got started with today’s work. Reaching up to touch your nose where Joshua’s finger had just been, you smile and look away to help calm yourself before clearing your throat and gesturing towards the exit.

“Sure, I’m surprised you were awake when I messaged. You seemed like a late sleeper yesterday, both you and Chan? Is that his name?”

Nodding, Joshua walks beside you, his eyes moving between you and where he is headed. You were exceptionally pretty today. It wasn’t just the fact that you had clearly put work into looking the way you did but that you were smiling and you were almost glowing in the morning light.

“Mmhm, Lee Chan. He’s been my roomie for a year. He’s a good kid.” Smirking, Joshua lifts his hand to rub at the back of his neck as he continues speaking, “Yeah, weekends we tend to party a bit so I usually sleep in a bit more than I would during the week but for you, I'll roll out of bed.”

He was very obviously flirting with you. You weren’t an idiot but what you were was flustered and smiling like an idiot. Turning your face toward Joshua, you press your lips together and nod as he opens the door, letting you go out first into the crisp morning air.

“Seems like you are enjoying university life a bit more than I am, Joshua Hong.”

You dare to look back up at the man as he smiles at you for staying by your side as the two of you make your way towards the local coffee shop located on campus. Clearing your throat, you furrow your brows and lift your finger to scratch at the scrunched up skin as you start to ask the question that has been plaguing you since the night before.

“Um, so yesterday you said something about Chan and it made me curious as to what you meant.”

Tilting his head, Joshua purses his lips, trying to remember what he had said about his roommate before you continue making his cheeks warm up this time.

“Something about how he’s not allowed to flirt with me? What did that mean? Does he have a girlfriend or something… or is there another reason?”

There were two thoughts running through Joshua’s mind the moment you finished your question. One, did you like Chan? Surely not…  You had spoken like five words to the kid and you had been flirting with him all morning. Two, how was he going to do this without just saying it? Fuck it.

“I don’t think he’s dating anyone. I don’t keep up with it, honestly. The last party, he was trashed and hanging out with some pretty freshmen but that’s not why I said it.”

Stopping in front of the stop, Joshua squints a bit from the bright sunlight, making you smile as he tries to think of the right words before he finally continues.

“I said it because he knows that I’m interested in you. There’s a code after all.”

You had half expected it but at the same time, there was no way you could have been prepared for someone like Joshua Hong to tell you that he was interested in you. Granted, you didn’t know each other all that well but you had eyes and desires. Pressing your lips together, you muffle a small happy sound, just nodding and looking down at the sidewalk as Joshua grins, reaching out to tilt your chin back up towards him.

Joshua watches your lips part slightly as your eyes meet his once again. You can’t help but lean into his touch as his thumb glides across your jaw for a few seconds before he finally lets go of your face and takes a breath. You had that deer caught in headlights look on your face again but Joshua was just enamored by you.

“After you.”

Your eyes finally move from the spot where Joshua had been standing when you feel the warmth from inside the shop and smell the coffee wafting towards your nose when he opens the door. Willing your feet to move, you whisper a small thank you to him as you slide by him and into the shop, glancing around it, seeing only a few of the tables occupied by students with headphones covering their ears as they stare at laptops.

Lifting his hand, Joshua places it against the small of your back as he quickly waves the other at the barista, who grins at him tiredly. You had seen the man several times when you had visited the shop but never really introduced yourself to him. Glancing at his name tag, you make a mental note of Vernon as Joshua and him share a quick secret friend handshake, making your head spin. You weren’t aware that people still did that.

“What’s up, man? The fuck you awake for?”

Vernon speaks before glancing to Joshua’s side and at you before he makes a sound like an oh and grins at his friend like he knows some sort of secret. Did all of his friends know he was interested in you?

“Going to help Y/N with her petition. Which, by the way, while we are here, do you mind signing it? It’s the one I told you about, the bird kid.”

Nodding, Vernon moves behind the counter, already starting on a drink, which you assume to be Joshua’s as the man asks him the question. You just watch mesmerized as the steam plums in front of his face and Vernon just leans back and smiles.

“Hell yeah. Always down to support a worthy cause. Really awesome for you to do something like that Y/N.” Taking a breath, the barista furrows his brows, snapping the equipment into place before he grins at you. “Hey, I’m Vernon Chwe, by the way. I’ve seen you around but we’ve never really talked before. You know what you want to drink?”

Joshua watches you smile at his friend. It was a kind smile and something that he was really starting to like about you—just how kind you seemed to genuinely be. The petition was funny on the surface but underneath it, you were legitimately trying to make a difference in the comfort level of those around you.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Vernon. Thank you for that, seriously.” Glancing behind him, you look over the drinks before pursing your lips and finally nodding, “Can I get an iced mocha?”

The man gives you a thumbs up, letting you turn back to Joshua, whom you find already looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. You can’t help but laugh a bit, shyly glancing away from him and behind you just to make sure he was actually looking at you.

Joshua laughs, reaching forward to take your arms and pulling you back towards him as you look for someone else. There was no one else. There was only you right now and you were so damn cute, he was starting to lose his mind.

“Who are you looking for, pretty girl?”

The heat rises along your neck and across your cheeks at Joshua’s words as your laugh gets caught behind your lips. You hadn’t expected that either. Shaking your head, you whine a bit and finally sigh, meeting Joshua’s eyes as his fingers gently run along your forearms.

“Just who you might be looking at like that but...”

“You. I’m looking at you, silly.”

Vernon rolls his eyes and grins while watching his friend flirt with you. He had seen Joshua flirt with girls before but never like this and out in the open. It had been at parties with the intent of having a quick hookup. This seemed like something different.

Sliding the drinks across the counter, Vernon clears his throat, managing to get your attention first. You smile at him and step away from Joshua to take out your wallet as Joshua shakes his head and reaches over you to tap his phone against the card reader, hearing the beep.

“Told you we’d see who was faster.”

Joshua watches as you talk to each person you meet as if you’d known them for most of your life. With your clipboard in your hands, you extend it towards the boy as he nods along with your words, agreeing with everything you had to say before taking your pen to sign his name. You were good at this—talking to people and standing up for something.

Smiling at the boy, you wave at him before he glances at Joshua quickly to just keep it friendly with you, wondering if the person following so closely behind you was your boyfriend or not. Though you were beginning to wonder if that was something he was trying to shoot for or not, he had been standing closer and closer to you. His hand rested on the small of your back as he held on to your half finished drink, letting you talk to people about your petition.

“Awesome, so just like... Seven more doors this way and this floor is done. Are you sure you aren’t getting bored?”

Offering you your drink by just putting it up to your lips, Joshua watches you laugh and lean in to take the straw into your mouth so you can take a sip as he shakes his head. This was the opposite of boring to him. Yeah, the task wasn’t the most interesting thing in the world but the company was perfect.

“I’m great and I know at least three of the guys who live in dorms up ahead so I will actually be helpful today.”

Shaking your head, you lick your lips, drawing Joshua’s attention to them as he furrows his brows, finding himself wanting to kiss them. Joshua knew that was too fast. He knew it would probably freak you out, but, dammit, you were driving him crazy.

“You’ve been so helpful all day; are you kidding? You’ve made this fly by. Yesterday, I felt like I was doing this for like 30 hours straight. This is actually enjoyable with you hanging out with me.”

So you liked hanging out with him too. He was for sure letting that go straight to his head. You watch as Joshua’s pretty lips pull up into a smile and his cheeks get fuller, causing his eyes to almost close and make perfect half circles. You were starting to love that smile. It was a real smile and it made butterflies flutter around in your stomach like they were at a rave.

“It’s my pleasure, seriously. I’d like to hang out with you more… You know, not just doing this stuff. Maybe dinner? Movie? My friend’s are actually having a party next Friday. If you aren’t, ya know, doing something else.”

Joshua Hong was asking you out. Fuck, the butterflies were flying up to your throat and you were feeling a bit queasy with how excited you were. Grinning, you almost skip in place before starting down the hall towards the next door, causing Joshua to laugh and move to catch up with you.

“Y/N…What do you say? You wanna go with me? Maybe... see where this goes?”

Feeling his free hand on your bicep, you look back at Joshua, biting at your lip as you just nod before meeting his eyes. You almost didn’t trust yourself to say anything but the look on his face made you feel like you were melting. You hadn’t had anyone look at you like that before. You knew it was university and that people were meant to fall in and out of love but you could see yourself falling for Joshua hard and quick.

“Yeah, I'd like that.”

Sliding his hand along your arm, Joshua moves his fingers to your wrist, letting his fingers loosely wrap around it. He nods and takes in a breath, fighting the urge to either move his hand down to yours to take it into his or to lean in the few inches it would take him to claim your lips for a first kiss. Not like this. Not while you were standing in a dingy hallway while other students pushed past you, both trying to get to one of their only working showers.

Letting go of your arm, Joshua smiles and gestures forward, letting you take the lead once again until you reach the first door and he reaches past you to knock on it hard in a pattern that makes your head tilt. This had to be one of his friend’s dorms. One look at the whiteboard in front of you confirmed it as you read a message from Chan stating that “Choi Seungcheol is a huge dick” only for “is a” to be marked out and “has a” to be written under it in someone else's writing.

When the door in front of you opens, you instantly avert your eyes from the shirtless man in front of you, who curses and darts off to the side, muttering Joshua’s name under his breath. Standing behind you, Joshua slides his hand over your hip and laughs as he watches Seungcheol look around for a shirt, tugging it over his head before he comes back to the door.

“What? You always answer the door half naked like a caveman? He’s dressed now, Y/N; nothing will be burned into your memory for eternity.”

Sighing loudly, Seungcheol rolls his eyes and throws up his hands in confusion, gesturing to you before you look back at him and offer him a smile. You were cute; you were really fucking cute and Joshua had his hand on your hip. Fuck. You were off the table.

“Hi, I am so freaking sorry about that. I should have maybe said something, but I didn’t, ya know...”

Shaking his head and waving his hand, Seungcheol makes a scoffing sound and gestures for you both to come in.

“It’s fine. It's not like you saw anything important. I was just shirtless; just didn’t expect to see a pretty girl at my door with that knock. Just expected an idiot.”

Hearing his friend call you a pretty girl, Joshua shoots Seungcheol a look only to get back a shrug and a gesture in your direction as if to say, Well, am I wrong? You glance around the room and smile at Seungcheol once again before putting your clipboard against your chest and taking a breath.

“I’m Y/N, but Joshua just said that...  uh I’m here—”

“She needs you to sign a petition. You know that fucking dude with the bird who gives it a bath in the water fountain?”

Furrowing his brows at the whiplash of words being spit at him, Seungcheol looks from you to Joshua before laughing and nodding. He did know which guy Joshua was talking about. He had taken a video of the kid giving the bird a bath in that fountain and sent it to Seungkwan, which resulted in a bit of backlash on the kid but not as much as it should have.

“Yeah, of course. What’s the petition gonna do?”

Moving forward, you offer the clipboard to Seungcheol, explaining your cause and how it would work as Joshua watches you with his friend. Once again, he was mesmerized by you and how easy it seemed to be for you to pick up a conversation with just about anyone.

Taking the pen and clipboard, Seungcheol sits on this bed and works on filling it out between glaces between you and Joshua, a smirk lifting at one corner of his lips.

“Surprised to see you fighting for a cause, Shua.”

Narrowing his eyes, Joshua waits to see the proper lines signed before he steps forward, taking it from Seungcheol’s hands with a curt thank you.

“You shouldn’t be. Y/N was doing this alone… I just thought she could use some company.”

That explained it. The hand on the hip, him following you around like a love-sick puppy, that look in his eye when you moved anywhere in the room. Joshua Hong was whipped.

“Ah, I see. Just helping, Y/N out. What a good boyfriend, sorry friend. What are you?”

Groaning at Seungcheol’s words, Joshua rolls his eyes and moves to grab your hand as you try to defend him and yourself, only to be guided towards the door and out of the room as the man behind you laughs and apologizes.

“Shua! I’m kidding. You’re cute together, that’s all. Don’t go away mad.”

Slamming the door behind him, Joshua leans against the wall, glancing at you as his fingers start to slip from yours, only for you to close your fingers around his as you look up at him.

“You did ask me out, so he’s not that far off. I mean, you're not like my boyfriend, you know...” Joshua grins as you lower your voice, like it's a secret, when you finish your sentence. “Yet, we did say we’d see where it could go. Don’t be mad at your friends for teasing just because of me.”

Running his fingers along yours, Joshua sighs softly at your words before nodding. He couldn’t help but let his eyes move along your face, enjoying being this close to you. He could imagine how much he was going to enjoy getting to know you better and spending more time with you when there wasn’t some task in the way.

“You’re right. I’m not mad at him and I’m certainly not embarrassed, I just don’t want you to be freaked out by it or anything. Don’t wanna scare you off.”

With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you let it go only to smile and shake your head as Joshua’s thumb moves in a circle along the palm of your hand.

“I’m not scared.”

You were scared as you stood in front of the mirror you and your roommate had haphazardly leaned against the wall. Your dress was short and your boots were borrowed. You could hear music quietly playing from Yeji’s laptop as she gives you a once over and a thumbs up.

“You look hot.”

Whining, you tug at the end of your dress and meet her eyes in the mirror as you tilt your head.

“You sure you won’t come along? I could use backup.”

Shaking her head, Yeji gestures at her laptop and laughs before offering you a sympathetic pout. She had already given up so much of her time today to help you get ready, not to mention letting you borrow her favorite boots to complete your outfit.

“I have to finish this paper before midnight or Professor Byun is going to drop me from the class. I wish I could come with you. It sounds like a hell of a lot more fun than a stupid research paper.”

Still whining, you move to Yeji’s desk, wrapping your arms around her from behind and granting yourself another laugh as she holds your arms and leans back against you. You had gotten lucky with your roommate. While so many others ended up switching after a year, you and Yeji had stuck together, and she was your best friend.

“If you finish it and want to get out of the room, just come out to the party. Joshua said there will be lots of people there and it will go until early in the morning.”

You feel Yeji nod against your cheek before she sighs and pats your arms to get you to let her go.

“I promise, but I also want you to just have a good time. Don’t worry about me. Go hang out with your boyfriend.”

Warmth was creeping along your cheeks again as you stood to your full height and moved to pick up your jacket, pulling it over your arms. Muttering, you pick up your phone, glancing over your messages, seeing one from Joshua about picking you up soon.

“He’s not my boyfriend yet…”

Even with the words spoken behind a whine and under your breath, Yeji can make them out and she laughs, feeling endeared by you. It was nice to see you happy and focusing on more than just school for once.

“Yet.”

A knock at your door causes you to take a deep breath as Yeji squeals excitedly, turning in her chair. She had met Joshua in passing a few times over the week but this felt different even for her. This was your first date with him, officially.

Joshua grins at hearing the quiet, happy squeals behind the door as he waits. He had been excited about this all day, to the point that Chan had left for Wonwoo and Mingyu’s house well in advance, leaving him in the dorm by himself to pace.

Taking in a sharp breath when the door opens, Joshua can’t help the way his eyes move over your face and then the length of your body in your outfit. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting but you had just surpassed them all.

“Shit…”

Yeji grins at the interaction. She watches Joshua stare at you, stunned, and how you shy away, whining at him to stop it. Shaking her head, Yeji sighs and finally waves at Joshua, managing to catch his attention.

“Have a great time. I expect her home no later than 9 a.m.”

Laughing, Joshua can’t help but shake his head. He wanted to tell Yeji that he could keep that promise but right now he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

“Uh…I’ll do my best.”

Your cheeks were on fire at the exchange between your best friend and Joshua. What were they even trying to do? Groaning, you mutter a goodbye to Yeji as she giggles, telling you to have fun before slipping your hand into Joshua's, pulling him away from the door as you shut it behind you.

“You look gorgeous.”

Linking his fingers with yours, Joshua looks over at you as he walks with you out into the chilly night air, feeling you step a bit closer to him. He could see you smiling even under the dim streetlights. Your smile could light up rooms so it was doing wonders for him right now.

“Stop it. You look great. How am I going to keep my date to myself?”

Laughing, Joshua shakes his head and leans his head back to look up at the sky as the two of you walk towards frat houses. You could both hear several parties already in full swing but none of them were where you were headed.

“I promise I’m not leaving your side. Besides, I’m more concerned that I might have to fight for you. When I invited you to this, I didn’t really consider who could be there or even where it was going to be.” Joshua sighs a bit dejected before glancing back over at you. “Most girls look at some of my friends, like Mingyu or Wonwoo, Cheol and I watch as our dates find someone else to talk to.”

Furrowing your brows, you come to a stop, forcing Joshua to do the same or to drop your hand. Looking back at you, he sees the disappointed look on your face and sighs once again, moving back to stand in front of you.

“Do I look like most girls to you, Joshua Hong?”

His smirk pulls at one side of his lips as Joshua watches you and how serious you look standing in front of him. He hadn’t said what he had to get some sort of sympathy from you, just as a true statement of what he had experienced in the past, but clearly you weren’t having any of it. Shaking his head, Joshua leans forward to brush his lips across your cheek before he speaks against your skin.

“No, you don’t.”

Closing your eyes, you try to stay still when Joshua kisses your cheek. You hadn’t expected it but you weren’t against it either. Smiling, you open your eyes as he starts to lean back, only for his eyes to drop to your lips before they lift once again to your eyes.

“I–okay…So don’t say things like that. I’m going with you.”

Your voice was quieter than you intended but Joshua just smiles, tightening his fingers with yours as he leads you up the few steps into the house that his friends were renting. The house wasn’t massive by the standards of the other major frat houses but for the available rentals, Wonwoo and Mingyu had lucked out.

Inside, you glance around, noticing a few familiar faces but many more that you had only seen while passing around campus. Joshua grins, sliding his hand from yours in place of putting it around your waist, keeping you close to him as he guides you through the house and towards the living room, where he waves at a tall, handsome man holding a red solo cup.

“Shua! You made it!”

You find yourself smiling at the man’s infectious enthusiasm as he moves through the smaller crowd to pat Joshua’s back and smile at you, lifting his brows.

“Course I did. Uh…Gyu…” You watch Joshua’s brows furrow as you look from him to the other man, waiting for the introduction before he gestures at you. “This is Y/N. Y/N this is Kim Mingyu.”

Offering his hand, you take it, letting the larger man encompass yours briefly before he looks back at Joshua and laughs.

“Wow…I owe Jeonghan fifty bucks. Fuck.”

Shaking his head, Mingyu walks towards the kitchen, leaving you and Joshua watching him a bit confused before the man at your side sighs and slides his arm back around you.

“Don’t know what that was about. Sorry…Clearly, he pre-gamed.”

You simply smile and lean in to kiss Joshua’s cheek, feeling the warmth spread across his face under your lips, before you pull back to meet his eyes.

“Don’t worry so much. I think they are just happy to see you here with somebody. If I had to take a guess.”

Furrowing his brows, Joshua swallows hard, his eyes moving over your face and down to your pretty smile before he lets out a breath and a laugh.

“Yeah? Think that’s what's going on?”

Nodding, you try to act as nonchalant as possible, feeling Joshua’s fingers pressing into your hip.

“Mhm. Between that and what happened yesterday with Seungcheol…”

Smiling, Joshua just shakes his head, trying to keep himself from doing anything stupid or too quick, as you bite at your bottom lip and give him such a sweet look of innocence. Seungcheol furrows his brows as he wrinkles his nose to the feeling of smoke tickling it. Vernon tries to pass the bong back over to him while Chan mutters to himself, sitting between them and looking at his laptop.

Joshua leads you through the living room, where Seungcheol looks a lot more relaxed than the last time you saw him. He grins at Joshua, pointing at him before letting his lips fall into a pout.

“Took you long enough.” Using Chan’s arm to sit up, Seungcheol groans to himself as he whines out his complaint to Joshua, knowing that usually he would be the buffer between him and Chan. “Do you know how much shit I have had to listen to Chan spew while I waited on you to get your ass here?”

Glancing from Joshua to you when Joshua lifts his hand and starts to speak, Seungcheol grins, finally seeming to realize you had joined his friend.

“Shit…Y/N. You came.” Pushing at Chan’s leg, Seungcheol pats a few times at the couch, getting lost in what he is doing before he looks back up at you and smiles a bit lopsided again. “Sit down.”

Shaking his head, Joshua watches as you laugh amused with high Seungcheol’s antics as Chan whines, having his laptop pushed on his lap towards Vernon, who was engrossed in his phone watching tetris competitions.

“We’re gonna mingle a bit first, Cheol. She might want a drink.” Glancing towards you, Joshua furrows his brows, realizing he hadn’t even asked. “Do you want a drink?”

Smiling at him once again, you glance around the room and towards the kitchen, before biting at your lip and pulling his attention towards it again.

“Sure, hang out for a minute. I’ll get them.”

Joshua starts to tell you he’ll get drinks but you let go of his hand and head towards the kitchen, where Mingyu yells your name, granting himself one of your pretty laughs. Seungcheol tilts his head with lidded eyes, letting his gaze lazily move down your legs before glancing up at his friend.

“She’s hot.” grinning, he leans his head back against the couch with a hazy smile. “If you don’t date her, I’m gonna shoot my shot. Still can’t believe you got her to show up.”

Slapping the side of Seungcheol’s head, Joshua listens to the man laugh as he leans forward to take another hit, letting out an exhale of smoke as he finally leans back on the couch. Lifting his brow in half annoyance and amusement, Joshua looks back towards the kitchen, seeing you smile at something Jeonghan was telling you. He wasn’t sure how he had managed it either.

During the week, Joshua tried to keep himself busy and on track but on the weekends, he allowed himself to enjoy everything that university life had to offer. He had good friends with cheap alcohol and decent weed. Joshua watched you snake your way back through the crowd, two drinks in your hand and a smile on your face, and Joshua realized now he had you to add to that list.

“I literally have no idea what’s in these cups. Jeonghan said it was juice and Soonyoung said it was death.” You laugh sweetly and Joshua swoons, not knowing if it was the atmosphere getting to him or you as you tilt your head and speak before you take a sip of one cup. “I like your friends, Joshua.”

Taking the other cup, Joshua takes a sip, recognizing the mixture of alcohols and various fruit juices as a Yoon Jeonghan special before making a face. You don’t seem to hold the same displeasure on your face but Joshua knows that can only mean that you might drink too much of it and regret it later, he would just have to keep an eye on you.

“Like it?”

Nodding, you tip back the drink, and Joshua’s suspicion is confirmed as you lick your lips, emptying your cup, and glancing back at the kitchen, causing him to laugh.

“Listen, there is enough alcohol in this to fuel a jet. One more and then we maybe…wander out to the hot tub.”

Glancing towards the sliding glass doors, you try to see where a hot tub might be but you aren’t able to see it from the living room, making you furrow your brows. Instead of questioning Joshua, you just laugh and tilt your head, feeling a bit shy about what you have to say next.

“You didn’t tell me to wear anything for a hot tub.”

He hadn’t. Joshua smiles, glancing down at his drink before taking a bigger gulp and nodding to your words.

“I didn’t wear anything either. We can just wear what we have... or figure it out.”

Your face was on fire but it could be the "juice.” You needed more courage to see where this was going. With your smile growing in size, you can’t help but laugh. Nodding, Joshua nods along with you before you feel your fingers slide along his before you head back towards the kitchen.

Seungcheol makes a face, trying to read what Chan was pointing at his laptop. He was trying hard to get him or Vernon to look at the screen and read what he had been writing for most of the night.

“No, ‘cause listen. If I say she breasted boobily, does that sound hot?”

Vernon blinks at his phone before looking over at the laptop and reading over the paragraph that Chan had been working on for over an hour before sighing heavily.

“I don’t know, man. It’s fanfiction. I think you can say whatever in hell you wanna say.”

Joshua furrowed his brow, a bit confused at the conversation, as he stood next to the couch. He wasn’t sure he had just witnessed as he watched Seungcheol stare blankly at the screen for a few more seconds before the man shifts his gaze back over to him and grins, seeming to remember he was there.

“Sit down, man. Hang out.”

Glancing towards the kitchen, where you were laughing at something Wonwoo was saying and back to Seungcheol, Joshua lifts his hand to scratch at his cheek before shaking his head. Seungcheol was starting to pout again and attempting to make more room on the three seater couch when Joshua shook his head.

“Maybe later.”

Patting Seungcheol on the shoulder, Joshua listens to the man whine as he walks towards the kitchen with his eyes fixed on you. Sliding his hand around your waist, Joshua feels you jump slightly, your eyes moving from Wonwoo to him as you smile.

“Hey, you weren’t coming back.”

You could feel your cheeks burning at Joshua’s attention but also the other eyes in the room as Wonwoo smirked at how jealous Joshua was acting.

“I was just talking to Wonwoo. He was telling me that you make some mean french toast apparently.”

Smiling, Joshua leans to kiss your cheek before glancing at Wonwoo and tilting his head.

“Camping stories?”

Wonwoo just grins, lifting his cup to his lips to take a sip before nodding and furrowing his brows.

“Thinking about planning another trip for the summer. Maybe Y/N will come with us this time.”

The idea of it made Joshua excited and nervous as he glanced to judge the expression on your face. You seemed intrigued as you clinged to his side, your smile once again lighting up the room.

“Sounds fun.”

It was sounding more and more like you were planning on sticking around with Joshua and his friends. Holding on to you a bit tighter, Joshua takes in a breath and gestures over his shoulder,  causing Wonwoo’s eyes to follow his hand before his friend meets his eyes again, only to smile.

“It does; hey, do you mind if I borrow the hot tub?”

A louder laugh from your right makes you smile as Mingyu slides back through the kitchen, picking up a fresh cup and pouring more of the juice into it as he shakes his head to answer Joshua’s question.

“Go for it, man. Just keep cum out of it.”

You make a face at the wording but Joshua just laughs, causing Wonwoo to meet his eyes and for Joshua to grow a bit more serious. Taking a step towards the doorway, Joshua picks up a smaller bottle, watching Wonwoo’s head tilt and his mouth start to open when he just grins and winks before turning to also pick up two shot glasses.

“Okay, got it. Hot tub is for relaxation only.”

Glancing around the backyard, you take the last sips of your drink as Joshua mutters to himself before making an “ah ha” sound. You gasp, watching strings of lights light up across the deck and into the trees near the hot tub, where Joshua stands grinning at you, looking pleased with himself.

“When it’s warmer weather, they throw outdoor parties or leave the doors open. I helped them hang up the lights.”

Joshua watches you glance around the lights, a smile on your face, before you once again look at him, causing his head to spin. He knew he was a goner when it came to you. You could tell him to jump on one leg and bark like a dog and he’d probably do it for you without many questions at this point just because you smiled at him.

Moving back towards the hot tub, Joshua whispers “tada” before showing you the smaller bottle of tequila and shot glasses he had commandeered from the kitchen. He grins as you laugh, moving in a bit closer to him to tilt your head. You watch as he sits the bottle on the side of the hot tub before he moves back in touching distance as you narrow your eyes playfully.

“And where did that come from? Just happen to keep bottles of tequila on you at all times?”

Wincing Joshua closes one eye as if he’s trying to think of something, feeling your hands sliding along his sides. Your laugh causes Joshua to smile and meet your eyes even as your fingers tug at the end of his shirt so your fingertips can brush over his bare skin just above his jeans. You had more courage and you weren’t going to let it go to waste.

“It was sitting on the counter. Wonwoo might yell at me later for taking it but all is fair at a party. Don’t have it on the counter if it's not up for grabs.”

Sucking in a breath, Joshua tilts his head as he feels your fingers sliding under his shirt along his back, lifting his shirt. You looked almost too pretty under the twinkling string lights and feeling your warm fingers running along his back as the chilly air also bit at his skin was intoxicating.

“You are killing me, Y/N.”

Laughing softly and sweetly, you trail your fingers further up his torso, making Joshua groan as he finally gives in, leaning back only enough so that he can tug his shirt up and over his head, giving you what you want. Your eyes move from his handsome face down over his toned chest and down to his stomach. You couldn't help yourself as you smiled, running your thumbs along the top of his v-cut feeling. Joshua takes in a deep breath, leaning his head back to look up at the night sky.

“You are so handsome, Josh.”

Closing his eyes, Joshua groans quietly to himself before looking back at your face as you give him that same innocent look that had been driving him crazy for two days. With his thumb and forefinger on either side of your chin, Joshua holds your face in place as he leans in to brush his lips over yours for the first time, listening to the sharp intake of breath get caught in your throat. It wasn’t a full kiss but it made you want to chase after one, and the way his fingers were holding you in place, all you could do was whine and press your nails into Joshua’s sides.

“Patience, baby.”

Plush lips caress yours and a large hand slides along your neck as Joshua finally gives into you, taking not only your breath but every thought in your head with his first kiss. You moan softly into his mouth as his other hand slides along your hip and down to grip at your ass, causing your brows to furrow.

Smiling against your lips, Joshua pecks at them once more before sliding his hand from your ass to your leg to slip your dress along your thigh as you look up at him.

“This okay? I figure you don’t want to get your dress wet. “

Nodding, you shrug out of your jacket, letting Joshua work the tight dress up your body and over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties as he works to kick off his jeans. You find yourself watching him shyly as you pick up your clothes and put them into a chair, your borrowed boots safely tucked away underneath as Joshua smirks at you.

You were stunning. You weren’t wearing anything special. There wasn’t any lace and nothing matched but it didn’t need to. It was perfect because it was you and he wanted more. He could just imagine being between your legs or kissing your breasts as he watched you move back towards him and the hot tub. Feeling your hand trembling in his as he helped you into the warm water, Joshua knew you needed a bit more time.

Taking in a deep breath, you smile as Joshua leans to press the button, causing the hot tub to start running and the jets to cause the water to bubble and roar around the two of you as he settles in near you. Steam rising from the surface, you watch him through it as he leans his head back for a moment before reaching for the bottle he had taken, cracking up the seal to pour each of you a shot, offering you one.

“To possibilities?”

Trying to hold back a laugh, you press your lips together and nod as Joshua laughs at your reaction. He knew it was a silly toast but it was what he wanted—a world full of possibilities with you. Tipping back your glass, you make a bit of a face to the taste and feeling of the burn as the alcohol runs down your throat. Joshua follows suit, letting out a breath before nodding and putting his glass back securely on the side.

You could feel that your head was lighter, your inhibitions were low as the drinks from the night had all begun to mix in your system. Joshua watches as you smile brightly, putting your glass very carefully beside his before you turn to look at him curiously.

“Truth or dare, Joshua Hong?”

Chuckling as you use his full name, Joshua moves his hand to run it along your arm as he starts to enjoy the buzzed feeling as his head tilts to your question.

“Truth.”

Biting at your lip, you can’t help but wrinkle your nose at his answer. You knew you were the same way when it came to truth or dare but you had pictured Joshua as a dare kind of guy.

“Mmkay. What was your first impression of me?”

Lifting his brows, Joshua laughs once again, realizing this was how this game was going to go. You watch as he reaches for the bottle of tequila, pouring another couple of shots, allowing you to grab your own. Hissing at the taste, Joshua narrows his eyes at you before smiling and pouring another shot a bit nervously.

“I opened the door and thought, Damn, what a pretty girl.”

Watching you smile and tilt your shot glass back, Joshua can’t help but smile as you giggle a bit to yourself. Reaching forward, Joshua wipes a bit of tequila from your chin, causing you to whine and lean into his touch.

“And I still think that, ‘cause you are so fucking pretty. Truth or dare.”

Feeling almost too warm, you lift out of the water a bit, only shifting yourself closer to Joshua, who takes a deep breath when your chest lifts from the water briefly. Moving his eyes from your breasts to your face, Joshua presses his lips together when he feels you almost sit on his lap as you purse your lips, thinking hard before speaking.

“I’ll pick truth too.”

Turning your attention back to Joshua, you are almost surprised to see him so close. Starting to apologize, you laugh, feeling Joshua’s hand slide around your hip to your back to keep you in place.

“You’re fine, right where you are. In fact…”

Sliding his legs apart, Joshua watches as you dip your chin under the water, feeling him shift his leg under your ass so that you can rest comfortably on his lap.

“Now…I’m curious what’s on your mind right now. So that’s my question. Tell me what you are thinking.”

Flexing your fingers, you try to figure out where to put them but feeling Joshua’s fingers sliding along the top of your panties at the small of your back, you can’t help but whine before resting your arm around his neck and your other hand against his chest. The feeling of being close to Joshua comes naturally, and you start to feel thankful for the water surrounding you, knowing that you were becoming aroused from even just sitting on his lap.

“Right now? Um…lots of things.”

Joshua grins, his free hand daring to caress your leg under the water, feeling your legs part instinctively for him even though he doesn’t do more than run his thumb along your inner thigh.

“Yeah? Tell me three of them.”

Sighing, you furrow your brows and shift on his leg, causing Joshua to rub his lips together at the feeling. He liked this too much, having you this close to him. Feeling your body press up against his and having your fingers walk along your skin as you thought of your answer.

“I was thinking about the camping trip and how that might be nice.”

Joshua smirks as you seem to stall in telling him anything he might actually want to know. It wasn’t that he disagreed with the sentiment; it was that he knew you had more on your mind. Nodding, he watches as you smile and avoids his eyes, letting your voice drop in volume so that you can barely be heard over the roar of the jets.

“And I was thinking about when you kissed me. About how I wanted you to–to do that again.”

Grinning, Joshua lets his eyes move to your lips and back up to your eyes as you stumble over your words. Leaning forward, he rests his lips against yours without applying pressure as you whine his name, pressing your fingers against his chest.

“One more, Y/N.”

You couldn’t think like this, not with Joshua’s lips hovering over yours and his breath warm against your face. Closing your eyes, you try to let yourself melt into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his fingers moving over your skin as you finally answer him.

“Just want you to fuck me. That’s what’s on my mind.”

Joshua’s lips press against yours firmly, his hand sliding from your thigh to your waist to pull you towards him tightly. He wasn’t being careful anymore, not when he knew what you wanted. Groaning into your mouth, Joshua furrows his brows, feeling you adjust your legs over his so that you are straddling him and are able to roll your hips down to grind over his hardening length.

“Fuck…” The word is drawn out on a breath when Joshua pulls back from kissing you to lean his head back at the feeling of your hips rolling over him. “Baby, that feels good. Feels too good.”

He was calling you baby again and your head was spinning. You smile, leaning to press a kiss to the column of Joshua’s throat when it’s exposed to you, drawing another groan out of the man’s mouth. Hands tighten on your ass and Joshua laughs out your name in disbelief, moving his head so he can meet your eyes.

“You are gonna make me break my promise about cum in the hot tub.”

Fingers dig into your skin under the elastic of your panties as Joshua takes a deep breath, calming down before he nods and glances over his shoulder towards a door, considering his next action.

“We are going in there. I wouldn’t wanna fuck you in here anyway. I wanna take my time with you.”

Biting at your lips, you laugh softly, sliding off Joshua’s lap as he stands and helps you do the same. You furrow your brows once you are safely back on the patio, feeling the cold air biting at your skin while watching Joshua collect your clothing and his own.

“What room is that? Should I get dressed?”

Leaning to kiss your shoulder, Joshua grins against your skin, shaking his head as he shivers just as much as you from the cold air. You feel him usher you towards the door, letting you open it, happy to find it unlocked.

“It’s Wonwoo’s room. We are just gonna…you know, borrow it.”

Blinking a few times in the dark as Joshua trips over a few things, muttering to himself before he finds a lamp, you smile, finally able to look around as he moves to the other door, locking it.

“And Wonwoo won’t mind if we borrow his room?”

Joshua drops the last of the clothes onto the floor before moving back over to you and sliding his hands up your wet back towards your bra clasp as he shakes his head. You can’t help but laugh as Joshua mutters about Wonwoo's understanding needs. You knew it was a weak argument but you weren’t going to go against it.

Running your fingers through his hair, you moan Joshua’s name as you feel his fingers tug at the straps of your bra, freeing your body from the garment. The room was much warmer than it had been outside but chillbumps were still spreading across your skin.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

Joshua shakes his head mostly in disbelief at himself thinking about how you had been living on the same floor as him just five doors down all this time and he had clearly been an idiot or blind. Scratching his nails along the back of your arms, Joshua leans down to kiss the top of each of your breasts with a low groan to the soft feeling of your skin against his lips. He was already addicted to you and he had barely had a taste.

“Please…Josh–ah…don’t tease me.”

Smiling against your nipple, Joshua lifts your right breast, kneading at the soft mound before taking the bud into his mouth and sucking hard, feeling you arch against his mouth. Walking backwards, you hear Joshua whine, feeling you start to pull from him, causing him to have to hold on to your waist to keep your breast in his mouth. You don’t stop walking until you feel the bed behind your knees and you whisper to Joshua that you need to lay down.

“Mm, okay, wait. Don’t get the bed wet.”

You smile as Joshua moves to one knee, sliding his hands up your thighs and finally to your hips to tug your panties down your legs. Closing your eyes, you take a breath, letting it out slowly, feeling his lips move over your thighs until his hands reach your ankles.

“Lay down, baby.”

Helping you down, Joshua tilts his head, taking in every inch of your body as he feels his cock throb jerk behind his boxers. You were perfect in every single way. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted first. Lifting his hand, Joshua runs his hand over his mouth as your hand barely traces the curve of his shaft as you wait for him with a questioning look on your face.

“Just trying to think where Wonwoo might keep his condoms.”

When you smile, a quiet laugh falls from your lips. Joshua can’t help but mimic your smile, sliding his fingers into the top of his boxers and working them down his hips as you watch. Your brows lifting, you take in a breath before licking your lips, obviously hungry for what was in front of you, watching his cock bounce back up at attention as his boxers fall to the floor.

“I…I’m good. I have an IUD and I get tested. Unless you just want one.”

Taking a deep breath, Joshua takes one more long look at your body before focusing on your pretty face and shivering at the idea of having you raw. There was no way he was going to say no to that.

“Okay…No, I’m good. I get tested too…  Fuck, are you sure?”

Nodding, you lift your hand out for Joshua as he rests his knee between your legs, feeling the wet warmth of your pussy against his thigh. Lacing his fingers with yours, Joshua pins your hand to the bed next to your head as he lays over you, smiling against your lips and feeling your hips roll over his thigh.

“You are so wet, baby.” You whimper against Joshua’s lips, his teeth catching your bottom lip and dragging it out just slightly before he lets go with a groan. “I wanna eat you out so fucking bad but I also wanna fuck this mouth…”

Gripping his bicep hard, you dig your nails into his skin hard enough to leave small half moon divots, causing Joshua to hiss at your reaction to his words. Smirking, he presses kisses on your jaw up to your ear, speaking against it causing chillbumps to once again spread across your skin.

“You like that? When I talk dirty to you? Tell you what I wanna do to you.”

Nodding, you bury your face against Joshua’s hair, feeling embarrassed as he laughs and presses kisses on your neck. Leaning back on his elbow, Joshua looks down at you, watching you try to hide from him until he pulls his hand from yours to turn your face back towards him so he can run his thumb over your lips, causing him to groan quietly. He knew what he wanted.

Laying in the middle of the bed on his back, Joshua smirks at you as you sit back on your feet, watching him get comfortable. You smile as he slides the pillow from under his head and lifts his hands, beckoning you towards him, only to tell you to stop when you start to crawl on top of him.

“Uh huh…  I want you on my face; let me see your ass.”

His hand slides along your leg as you whine, unsure, but Joshua just nods and helps you get in position with your knees on either side of his face as you rest your hands on his chest. Running his hands along the back of your legs up to your ass, Joshua groans at all he can see in front of him before he grips your hips and pulls your pussy down to his mouth, running his tongue flat against you to get his first taste.

You gasp loudly, your nails digging into his chest, feeling his tongue running along your folds and pressing into your entrance for just a taste of the arousal that had already dripped from you. Leaning your head forward, you find yourself sliding your hips back and down over Joshua’s face and closer to his tongue as he groans, lapping at your clit, before sucking hard and making you cry out his name.

With each passing moment, you find yourself sliding further and further down Joshua’s body until you realize you could give him exactly what he wanted. Wrapping your hand around Joshua’s cock, you twist your hand and feel him pause between your legs, his fingers pulling you back towards his face as he lifts his head up to suck your soft folds into his mouth.

“Josh…fuck. Oh my god…  I’m getting so close. I want your cock, okay?”

You couldn’t hear what Joshua was saying as he groaned against your pussy; he was too far gone and too drunk to care but anything you wanted was yours. The moment you wrap your lips around his tip, Joshua has to let his head fall back and take a deep breath as he mutters your name.

A warm, wet mouth envelopes him as your tongue presses against the underside of his cock right up until the point that you can’t take a single centimeter more of Joshua before you pull back with a gasp. Tears start to run down your face even as you smile, feeling Joshua’s fingers parting your folds so his tongue can get right back to work, driving you closer and closer to your orgasm that was right on the cusp.

With Joshua’s cock buried in your mouth once again, you moan around him, only pulling back when you feel the overwhelming pressure take over you as your orgasm rips through your body. Resting your forehead against Joshua’s stomach, you whimper his name as your thighs shake almost violently at the feeling of his fingers slowly sliding from your tight walls and along each side of your clit.

Large hands run along your thighs and up over your back as Joshua tries to soothe you before finally managing to move you to his side so he can pull you into his arms and press his lips to yours. You furrow your brows to the taste of yourself on his lips but smile at the feeling of his hand gliding along your skin to your thigh, pulling your leg across his hip to keep you close to him.

“You okay?”

Nodding, you rub your lips together and laugh under your breath, feeling Joshua’s nose nudge against yours before he kisses you softly once more. You felt like jelly but you felt good. You wanted more. You needed him completely and you knew that he still needed more.

Joshua hums against your cheek, feeling your hand slide along his stomach and down towards his cock, resting against his lower abdomen. Your smaller hand felt good and your mouth had felt even better but he had felt your pussy around his fingers and on his tongue and he was craving it on his cock now. Kissing your cheek, Joshua smiles against your skin while dragging his nails along your thigh as you lazily stroke him and speak just above a whisper.

“Fuck me, Joshua.”

You feel him nudge his nose against your cheek as he rolls you on to your back, moving his body between your legs. You knew he was a large man but underneath him, you felt even smaller and vulnerable in the best ways. Arching your back, you moan softly, letting Joshua slide your leg once more along his up to his hip, causing your wet folds to separate once again.

“I was planning on it.”

Joshua sucks in a breath, watching your eyes close on a silent moan as he slowly works his cock into you for the first time. You were tight and the stretch was evident on your face. Your brows furrowed tightly, and you took a deep breath only when Joshua bottomed out and stopped to allow you time to adjust.

Resting his lips against your shoulder, Joshua groans, trying not to think about how tightly you are squeezing him or how much he already wants to cum as you scratch his back. Instead, he just takes a deep breath and turns his head towards you to make sure you are okay. You blink tears from your eyes at how good the stretch feels and nod to Joshua’s words, begging him to move, lifting your hips in order to get him to do something.

“Shh, fuck baby. I’m–shit…okay. I was gonna go slow.”

Shaking your head, you run your fingers through the back of Joshua’s damp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his lips back to yours as you speak between kisses, feeling his hips finally meeting yours and sending your head towards the headboard with each deep thrust.

“No, I want it. Feels so fucking good. Please, Joshua.”

You were going to be the death of him. Hissing out a groan on your lips, Joshua moves to rest his forehead against yours as he gives you what you want and thrusts into you hard and fast, making you cry out his name. The sound of the music from the party was still loud enough to keep him from wondering if anyone might hear you but at this point, his pride was starting to hope maybe someone would. He wanted them to know how good he was making you feel.

“Yes–ha…fuck! Josh–”

Joshua had fucked other girls and had them scream his name but no one else had made his head swell and spin like you did. Every time you said his name, Joshua felt like he was floating.  He felt like he was sending you to the moon every single time he buried his cock in you. Even if that wasn’t how you felt, he knew that you felt like heaven and he could die happy after being between your legs and in your arms.

Feeling your walls tighten around him, Joshua groans your name, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He could tell you were getting close just from the way you were squeezing his cock but you were also pushing him over the edge. He had been skirting it and doing his best not to let go too quickly but with one last scratch of your nails along his back and a soft moan from your lips, Joshua’s body shakes as, with each thrust, he pushes his cum back into you.

“Please…” You listen to Joshua’s whine into a moan as he leans back to watch his cum drip out of you with each thrust. “Cum for me?”

Feeling his thumb press against your clit, rubbing small circles against the swollen bundle of nerves, you cry out Joshua’s name as your thighs begin to shake when he sends you back over the edge, spiraling into your orgasm once again. Joshua licks his lips, watching your face this time as you cum, his eyes fixated on your lips and how they fall open when you moan so loudly that he’s certain someone had to have heard you.

Carefully slipping from you, Joshua lays on top of you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through his hair as he catches his breath. He could hear your heart racing and how it was steadily starting to calm down as the minutes passed. He could hear your breath evening out and he could feel the dampness of your skin against his cheek.

“I need a shower. Fuck…”

Your laugh makes Joshua smile against your chest before he leans back to look up at you, leaning to press his lips to yours once and then again furrowing his brows. You could see the question on his face and feel his apprehension as he took a breath.

“I–yeah. Same. Are you wanting to leave? I can take you back to your dorm. I – cause you know this was fun. I’d like to see you again. You know more often...”

Smiling, you lift your hand to run your thumb along Joshua’s jaw as he stumbles through his words. You knew he was a smart man and by all standards, he ran with a pretty popular crowd at the university, yet he was acting like some high school boy with a crush after fucking you into the mattress.

“Yeah? That mean you wanna date me, Joshua Hong?”

Joshua’s lips pull up into a smile at your words before he lays his face flat against your breasts, realizing how stupid he must have sounded for you to have to even ask that. Of course, he wanted to date you. This was the most cliche thing he could have done but he wanted you. Lifting his head, Joshua nods and sighs, gaining back some of his confidence.

“Yeah, hell yeah. I wanna date you. Wanna take you out as much as possible and keep you in my bed the rest of the time.”

Laughing, you shake your head, feeling your cheeks warm at Joshua’s words this time. It all sounded perfect but there were a few hiccups in his plan.

“Mm, I accept, however...  I don’t think Chan would want me in your bed that often.”

Scoffing, Joshua starts to lean up on his elbow, ready to explain just where Chan can shove his opinion, when a loud knock at the door startles you both, causing you to gasp. Wonwoo narrows his eyes at his bedroom door, trying the knob once again, only to groan.

“Who the fuck–Shua! Are you fucking in my bedroom?”

Widening his eyes almost dramatically, you watch Joshua hold back a laugh as he slips out of bed and starts tossing you some of your clothes as he slips his own on.

“Of course I am. I appreciate your donation to the cause, Wonwoo.”

Another loud fist to the door makes you stifle a laugh as Wonwoo groans in frustration, leaning his forehead against the door.

“You son of a bitch. First you stole my good tequila and now you fuck in my bed. You owe me liquor and sheets. I am going to kick your ass!”

Pointing at the door that the two of you had used to come into Wonwoo’s room, Joshua whispers for you to sneak out that way as he carefully unlocks the other door and tiptoes towards you.

“Yeah yeah…  You know I’m good for it, man!”

Slipping out the door, you squeal when the other door opens and Wonwoo yells Joshua’s name, only for Joshua to slam the other and grab your hand, telling you to run. With a smile on your face, you keep up with him as he helps you weave through the side yard and out onto the street that you had taken to get to the party. Pulling you into his arms, Joshua laughs as you do, glancing back to make sure Wonwoo wasn’t following you, only to hear his phone go off with a barrage of texts.

Wonwoo: I will fucking kill you.

Wonwoo: You are dead to me.

Wonwoo: I hope she is at least dating you now, asshole

Wonwoo: You are literally disgusting and I hate you

Joshua runs his thumb over the screen with a smirk as he catches his breath before holding his phone up to get a good angle of you both. Leaning in, he kisses you softly as he takes a few pictures, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

Shua: [pictures attached]

Shua: Maybe I’ll put a ring on it too.

Wonwoo: 🤢

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[ashescroissant]

Okay y'all seriously need to understand the difference between when Xena was on TV and current shows.

I am an old school Xena fan, from when it was new. I watched it with my mom who encouraged me to be like Xena, and after she passed Xena/Gab practically became my gay onscreen parents who I've emulated my whole life.

With Xena making a comeback I just feel the need to say this. Because I've been seeing a lot of memes and art going around with Xena and Gabrielle being compared to and talked about as if they are this new modern ship that no one knew about etc.

I really, seriously, need all of you to understand a few things.

Xena and Gabrielle have literally always been canon. It's not a "ship" by modern terms. Yes it did help in popularizing the idea of shipping but they were always written as a couple from the start. The only reason it seems "implied" is because at the time it couldn't have been aired without it being that way. It's why the majority of their couple interactions are seen as "they were totes just best friends" because that's the only way the studio could get it passed the network executives who were all pearl clutching conservatives.

Please treat Xena/Gabrielle and their old school fans with respect. They have a legacy that has touched the hearts of many, long before you found them. I'm glad that they are coming back to inspire new young folks. Please always remember that the writers of that show and it's fans all walked so that you could all run.

[kairiscorner]

could you maybe write some like bf head cannons abt miguel? like cute fluff stuff id rlly appreciate it 😚😚 i love ur writing so much

HELLO ANON !! omg this is the type of stuff that will not let me move on from miguel RGHHHHH YES OFC !!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS HEHE

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara boyfriend headcanons

repeat after me now: he's protective as fuck. miguel's number is always at the top of your call logs for the most part, there's never a day that passes by when he's not calling you to check up on you. he calls at random times, without warning of course, and he tries to keep his cool and ask you in a nonchalant voice: "hey, so... how are you, mi vida? everything okay? oh, why i'm calling? can't your boyfriend call you just... because? the reason why isn't important, mi amor, just... talk to me."

he definitely gets jealous easily, like he doesn't show it, but boy does he get all frustrated and confused when he gets jealous. he keeps thinking about you and furrowing his brows–and he knows he's not angry at you, of course not–but why is he so mad at the fact someone else is talking to you?

he shuts himself away from everyone else and buries himself in work–all angry and pouty at the mention of the name of the guys talking to you or hanging out with you, stealing your attention from him.

he is so attention craved when it comes to you, he craves for you to tell him you love him, to touch him gently and run your fingers over his arms and chest, and press your lips against his and... oh, what's this, he's flustered? he's flustered over you? he's desperate for your attention and love?

he melts at your touch when he's been deprived of it for so long. he murmurs how soft and gentle your touch is, how he seriously can't get enough of you holding him.

"mmm, mi vida... you feel so sweet. i love you, your hands... they feel so warm, so dear–please, keep holding me... like this. please, never leave me..."

he can't keep his hands off you, either, he loves having his hands all over you, no matter which part of you it is. he loves every bit of you from head to toe, he doesn't leave any bit of you untouched and unloved; he makes sure you know every bit of you is worthy of being loved and is appreciated.

he does that passenger princess meme thing where when he drives you around, he sneaks his palm on your thigh and caresses it gently, squeezing it and muttering how perfect your thigh feels in his touch.

he definitely carries you around when no one's looking, his favorite style is the one where he hoists you over his shoulder and wraps his arm around your waist with one arm and works on whatever it is he's doing with his other hand.

he definitely smacks your butt and thighs at random intervals with a straight face, he loves those parts of you the most.

"mi vida... i can't help it. you're perfectly plump in these areas, how can i not?" he asks you as he rubs your sore butt cheek that he previously spanked and spanked it again with a small smirk of satisfaction and love on his face.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @melovetitties @arachnoia @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold @meeom @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @popeheywardssecretgf @smokeywhalee

[matcha-flavored-cake]

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥐 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

. warnings: mentions of death (Jefferson) and grief, grammar erros (english is not my first language).

. featuring: Miles Morales (e!42)

. wc: 1.4k

.a/n: if you see grammatical errors, or me saying something in Spanish wrong, please feel free to correct me. My Spanish is rusty as fuck

hcs for miles 1610 here

He listens to a lot of reggaeton, afrobeat, and R&B. C'mon guys, look at my face and say to me he doesn't, also he prob like old school rap too, thanks to uncle Aaron and his dad, Jefferson probably showed his some jazz

I feel like Mama Rio and Abuelita Gloria showed him some old Puerto Rican singers and he listens old songs from time to time, specially when his nana is visiting

This man knows mechanics. Period. Help his mom to fix things around the house, shower, the lights etc. Bet his 'son and dad' time involved something with fixing things around the house and Jefferson 'passing the knowledge ' to Miles

"Listen Miles, you're the man in the house when I'm not around got it?"

"'kay dad"

"When I'm not around you're responsible for your mom deal? Gotta make sure she's in good hands when I'm not around"

"I gotchu dad, don't worry"

Ok listen, I'm kicking my feet thinking about Miles tuning his uncle's Ducati (and prob Aaron has a Ducati Scrambler. I do not take criticism), while listening music I'm just *giggling like a schoolgirl*

Btw I feel like if Miles ever had a motorcycle for his personal use and not for Prowler activities, it would be a Kawasaki Ninja or a Yamaha XSR 900. For Prowler activity honestly, he would have a Hayabusa bc it's fast as fuck, with purple neon lights like his Prowler suit. you cannot argue with me. I feel like it was a way of him and his uncle spend time together before his dad died

Miles prob is always tinkering with the titanium claws and his paraphernalia. (I love this word btw)

So yeah prob hes always with his uncle doing shit on the motorcycle or his suit while listening music or sum, or practicing boxing together.

And I bet his mom slapped them two when she once arrived and saw Aaron teaching Miles how to pilot a bike

"What you're doing with my son Aaron!" *that one meme of a man slapping the player on the shoulder*

"Ouch ouch! I'm just teachin' the kid how to pilot Rio, I surrender I surrender!"

"¿Y tú? ¿Qué diablos está en tu mente, Miles? ¡Montando una motocicleta! What am I going to do with you Miles Gonzalo Morales?!"

"¡Cálmate mamá! Uncle Aaron was just teachin' me, no es gran cos- ouch! Mom that hurts!"

Speaking of which, Mama Rio has insane strength on her arms (being a nurse demand a lot of strength to carry patients, changing their clothes, helping them bathe and all), that being said, when Mama Rio get ✨la chancla✨ oh boy, run, no kidding, run

(Everytime my mom grabbed her havaianas I runned more than Usain Bolt. I still do honestly)

I have a feeling that Miles knows how to cook, like he always knew. Arroz con pollo? Bet, does it with eyes closed. Fancy meals? Oh boy he's probably the only guy that the women of the family let inside the kitchen to help with Christmas banquet.

He eat his veggies, hates wasting food, it's not a picky eater but don't put pickles on his burger for the love of God.

Bet his nana tried to give him a bit of coquito without his mom seeing. (I hc his nana is one of those old lady that are a menace to society)

"Take a sip don't worry, No one is watching"

"No nana I'm all good"

"¡Mamá! Take this away from Miles."

Since his dad passed away he understood quite early that now he is the man in the house, that now he's the one to take care of his mom. So he started paying more attention to the chores. His mom is on duty? He's putting some music and cleaning the house, changing the blankets of his mom's bed, and probably making something for her to eat when she come back.

Prob has his mom schedule on his phone to make sure he knows where she is so it wouldn't risk her seeing his as the Prowler and he can watch out from the buildings while Rio walks to her work

Sunday family lunch was usual at Miles' house, his dad 'helping' his mom with the food (he just looked and passed her the ingredients), while Miles set the table. Music on the radio, enjoying the day before Miles need to go back to Brooklyn Visions.

Prefer more salty foods than sweets. Likes eating steak, it doesn't matter if it's BBQ or carne assada, he likes meat. For sweets, he's obsessed with the way his mom does Tembleque (sorry Abuelita Gloria)

We know his room is quite similar to 1610 Miles, but I feel like he doesn't have as many toys as 1610 Miles does. He sold some and used the money to help his mom somehow, he just doesn't want to be a burden for her.

I feel like he doesn't give his mom the money, he straight up pays the bill, or does groceries, so there's no way his mom can deny it. That or he gives the money to his uncle and they pretend that it is Aaron helping them.

It's confirmed by the artbook that Miles Prowler is a vigilante. That being said I think he decided to be the Prowler to help his place somehow, maybe even to make his dad proud, and to make his mom's life easier (just imagine the amount of people that get in the hospital because of how dangerous is the city now my god).

His mom is the priority in his life, he loves his family, his neighborhood and his friends. He's a kind soul with a shattered heart.

Miles is a quite good student. Not the '🤓☝️ actually that's happened at 09:12 in 1786…' type of smart, but the fast thinking kind of smart student. If he doesn't remember the formula he uses logical thinking. Prob takes classes ahead of his years and since he's always tinkering with his uncle his grades in calculus related stuff are pretty high.

Very good with Spanish by the way. Since his dad passed away he started learning more and more to speak with his mom in her native language to make her feel more 'at home' somehow.

I feel like in the first week after his dad passed away he slept in his house for some time and not in Brooklyn Visions dorms, he wished to be with his mom. He did not want her to be alone on her bed, mourning hi dad's death. Abuelita Gloria stayed some months with them too to help her daughter and to help Miles

Miles do his best to be organized, make his bed everyday after waking up, his cabinet is always organized, his Jordans are clean and probably have a collection of them on a shelf in his room. The only messy place on his room is his desk

Has a vinyl collection, don't argue with me. There's literally a bunch of vinyls in his room, guys.

Has some old Puerto Rican singers vinyls on his room thanks to Abuelita Gloria

Miles sings a bit, and have quite a melodic baritone voice. For my synesthetic friends, his voice sounds like honey, Miles is most of times humming when he's making upgrades on his claws

He's more athletic than 1610 Miles. Parkour, boxing and playing basketball with his neighbors and uncle

Started parkour because of his prowler activities to keep up with his uncle, same with boxing, after all he needed to defend himself and his mom. I don't doubt he knows krav maga too and I also don't doubt he taught his mom self defense.

Bought his mom a self defense kit

Uncle Aaron teached him forbidden movements in jiu jitsu, I take zero criticism on that one

Miles has a hard time sleeping sometimes, doesn't shift much when sleeping and has a knife under his pillow or something both in his house room and in Brooklyn Visions.

Loves, love, loves kids, as i said he's a kind soul with a shattered heart, and I think he's quite good with kids, and scares the shit of some at the same time.

I feel 'angry painter' vibes from him. He sketches and all but I feel like he's more of a painter and graffiti kind of guy. I do think he knows how to play bass or piano btw

Would get piercings on his ear and tongue, yes. But since he's the Prowler it would be troublesome because of the time that takes to heal

The old ladies of the neighborhood love him, he's kind to them, and always scare away weird looking guys

Is the crush nextdoor of almost every girl on the neighborhood

One time he scared the shit out of a creep on his neighborhood. Punched the guy so bad that dislocate the man's jaw. Since then he need to hide himself on valentine day, the good part about it is that he got a lot of chocolate to eat.

Seems like a bad boy all the time but he's an introvert. Miles do his best to don't get attached to people bc he doesn't want to drag them into his world or risk people he loves

He just don't want see people dying anymore, that's why he does what he does, to make the world a little bit safe, even if it's just a bit

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[epitomees]

HAPPY NEW YEAR GANG!!!

Another year has started, and another year of potential interactions waits for us all!! I'm more than excited and eager to start cracking down on things around here, but I did want to give a bit of a heads up before I attempt to head dive into things today.

I greatly dislike how many drafts and asks I've built up over this year. Some have been left untouched because my stupid pea brain told me 'I'll get to it later' and then 3 months pass without me remembering about it. Other things I've been trying to answer but then I don't like how I wrote it so I saved it for later and then never got around to it. If you know me well, I never like to delete these asks/drafts from my writing partners since they put their time and energy into crafting an interaction with me, so I always feel bad for deleting it in the end.

But I know if I keep this up, it's only going to get worse for me. Decision paralysis is so real, and the lack of attention and motivation due to my full-time job doesn't help much either ESPECIALLY since this year was MORE BUSY than before due to it being an election year in my country. I'm trying not to make excuses here, but the nature of my own personal life and my career has picked up so much in the last two years I've barely had the time to sit down for threads.

So with the new year starting, I'm going to wipe clean the majority of my asks/drafts. I'll save the Christmas/winter asks and any drafts from October onward. I want a fresh start, and so I think it's best for me if I nuke most everything in my inbox.

NOW THAT DOES NOT MEAN I DON'T WANT TO INTERACT WITH YOU!! I want more interactions, I want to reblog memes again instead of holding off since my inbox is FULL of unanswered asks I'm too nervous to delete. I feel like that will also help gain some of my muses' voices back. Please feel free to keep sending me things, or pop into my DMs and chat with me one-on-one if you want plotted interactions instead! I'm game for whatever you'd like!

This turned out to be longer than expected, but I've wanted to get this off my chest for a while now. I cherish all my writing partners, those I've known for so many years, those just new to the blog, and those future writers I'll get to hopefully know this coming year. It's one of my goals this year to start thinking about what is best for me when it comes to Tumblr RP writing and how I can keep myself engaged in my hobby while balancing out my personal life/career life. I'm so thankful to everyone who's written with me this year! Your patience and understanding is something I treasure about you because there's not many people who have those qualities nowadays.

Here's to a new year!! New interactions, new experiences, new memories, new friends, and plenty of fun too!!

[cryptidofthekeys]

You're never ever ever getting rid of me

. . . I hate this TV headed man so damn much /j I want him to explode /silly

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Descriptive Panic Attacks, Angst, Traumatic Flashbacks

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It was a quiet day inside the tent, SMG4 was working on videos, as usual, the rest of the crew was hanging out, having fun, they had pretty much recovered from the whole… Puzzlevision fiasco, thankfully, in fact, it had been a year exactly since that happened, SMG4 and the others had moved on and tried to forget about that whole ordeal with Mr. Puzzles, it was… Admittedly more traumatizing than any of them let on, it seemed to have affected Meggy and SMG4 the most, but it definitely did damage to the others too, the only one who hadn’t been too damaged by it was Mario but well, he was… Stupid.

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Either way, SMG4 thinks about that sometimes, he has nightmares occasionally, SMG3 has been there to listen to him when he needed, and even offered advice in his own way …Of course, when SMG4 thanked him and said he clearly cared a great deal about his friends, SMG3 got really tsundere and punched him in the shoulder a bit, and well, Meggy has also talked to Mario, and or Tari, it might seem useless but Mario could be helpful and he did care about his friends despite his lack of intelligence sometimes.

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All of the crew had pretty much been traumatized in one way or another, some talked about it, some didn’t want to, and some just wanted to completely forget it entirely and pretend it never happened, a whole year had passed since then, that’s a lot of time, SMG4 doubted any of them would TRULY ever get over it but since then, they’ve definitely managed the trauma better, and even damn near healed, they were all back to themselves by this point, sure there were a few nightmares still but nothing NEAR as bad now which was a good thing.

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SMG4 continues to work on his next video, while also looking at some memes for some more good ideas, the others have all gone out except for Mario, who had wanted to stay behind and watch television, it was ironic, but it must’ve been nice for him not to have been affected by that, he can watch TV without worrying, without the paranoia of it potentially being Mr. Puzzles, without having to check the logo of the TV every time to make sure it doesn’t say ‘Puzzlevision’ on it, thankfully, the TV they had was the Soby and it stayed that way.

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SMG4 then hears his door get kicked in which makes him flinch and Mario is… Well, Mario, he teleports around, making all kinds of weird sounds, SMG4, annoyed sighs and greets him “...Hello Mario…” Mario then spins around “SMG4! The TV is broken! It’s got some funny text on screen!” And SMG4’s heart sinks, but… He tries not to assume the worst, after all, he’s gone, he’s never coming back, they beat him, they won, he is GONE… “...W-What um, what the hell are you talking about Mario? What kinda text?” Mario just grabs him by the arm and makes a ‘mmm’ sound as he slides along the ground, dragging SMG4 along who's telling him to let go.

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And then Mario stands SMG4 upright and points frantically to the television and SMG4 hesitates but he shakes his head, he looks at the TV and then he feels relief, it’s the Soby, it says ‘Please Standby’ but nothing about it says Puzzlevision, in fact, SMG4 looks around the screen, looking at every inch, corner, and frame, there’s no hint of HIM… “Okay, just, here, let me try something” He says and walks over to the television, first he gives it a few light taps, it doesn’t work.

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Mario starts crying because of course he does, SMG4 gets more annoyed as Mario demands the television be fixed, SMG4 pushes Mario away from him “Alright! Alright! Sheesh, I’m sure it won’t be that hard to fix it” SMG4 would’ve hoped that, but then suddenly, a loud bolt of lightning crashed nearby outside, and slowly after, the power goes out, SMG4’s eyes are wide along with Mario’s as the two turn to look at each other, before Mario loses it and begins to run around, yelling which irritates SMG4 even further before he realizes how familiar this situation is.

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Mario even turns his head slowly around “No electricity makes Mar-” And SMG4 grabs him with a comically sized hand to which Mario makes an ‘ACK-’ noise at, SMG4 is QUICK to put a stop to that before it begins “Oh no! We’re NOT doing this again, you aren’t going coo coo crazy like the last time we had to turn on the generator” And then Mario looks down sadly “...Ahh poo…” He then agrees albeit annoyedly and when SMG4 sets him down, he’s sitting on the ground crossing his arms.

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SMG4 then looks around, he looks around at the darkened tent, it feels… Eerily familiar but a storm could happen and knock the power out at ANY time, it didn’t mean anything, he shakes his head and tells Mario to come on, and he begins to walk around, grabbing a flashlight to be able to see, the others weren’t… Here currently to help out, in fact, SMG3 texted him and said ‘Hey man, we’re all kinda stuck, the storm’s bad over here, so we might be late’ and SMG4 texts him back, telling him that it’s fine, telling him the power was out here, and also telling him to stay safe along with the others.

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And that was that, SMG4 then puts his phone away and began to head where the basement was, thankfully he reads the sign before trying to do anything “Ah, the sign says-” And before he can finish that, Mario of course begins zooming around, punching at the door, trying to rip it from the ground, kicking at it which makes his eyes go wide and he screams as that hurt, and well, SMG4 doesn’t even say anything at first, just standing there looking annoyed with the chaos, he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, listening to Mario yell at the door to open so he can watch the TV.

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“...Mario… …It says to push not pull…” And then Mario pauses, his mustache suddenly gets bigger “Ooooooh…” …There’s a long pause before he continues trying to pull, and SMG4 huffs “Oh god da- Move!” He then shoves Mario aside and then pushes the door, it opens of course and then he shines his flashlight, SMG4 hesitates for a moment, he remembers going down here that one time, and then after that it was… And before he can finish remembering that part, Mario suddenly runs and knocks himself and both SMG4 down those stairs, whom of which yells out in fear.

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As the two crashed down the stairs, and finally fell to the last one, SMG4 rubs his head and groans before looking around, he had dropped his flashlight thanks to Mario and now it would just barely work but it’d be enough, he sighs, listening to Mario say “Ooh, very scary” And then SMG4 just tells him to come on “Th-The sooner we find the generator down here, the sooner we can g-get out of here” SMG4 sounds… Nervous, and Mario picks up on it almost immediately, and while he did have his stupid moments, he felt… Concerned for his friend.

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SMG4 shakes the flashlight to keep it on and he swore he saw a shadow move but he just rolls his eyes, he’s letting some of his paranoia get to him, he continues on with Mario whose calmed down a bit, more like, he’s a bit scared himself at the moment, this basement was a bit frightening in general, after all, aside from it being pitch black down here, there were spiders and not to mention just a year ago when they went down here, SMG4 walks around, shining his flashlight around, he begins to think back as he looks for the generator.

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To a year ago, when the power had went out because of a storm, when a bolt of lightning had fried the TV, and he and all his friends had to go down here to fix the generator and get the power back on, now, aside from Mario going coo coo crazy that night which was a little frightening, it paled in comparison to what happened after, once they got down here to this basement, SMG4 had sworn he had seen a figure looming in the darkness but he had just ruled it off then as him being stressed and freaked out.

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And then once they had found the generator and used Bob’s ‘lightning in a bottle’ along with electrocuting Mario, after turning the power back on, he remembers they all celebrated, but then… After that, that sound, that sound that made his ears ring even when he just thought about it now, he remembers looking over and seeing the TV from upstairs had somehow gotten down there, and then what followed after that, SMG4 didn’t really remember most of it since he had been brainwashed, his memory had a big gap but when they figured out that the TV was an entity named Mr. Puzzles and that he was trying to essentially take over the world.

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Trying to get the ‘perfect five star rating’ and in doing so, brainwashing and traumatizing him and his friends, SMG4 would never forget that, luckily for them, they had managed to defeat him in the long run but it was a long grueling process of hopping from channel to channel, trying to get his own five star rating, and then the final battle, SMG4 doesn’t believe he could ever forget that even if he tried, he remembered letting his anger and frustration out by grabbing Luigi The Meat Mallet and pretty much smashing Mr. Puzzles’ screen and busting it, sending him flying away.

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SMG4’s breathing changed, and he hadn’t even realized he had paused in his movement until Mario spoke his name loudly which caused him to jump back in fright, he was about to yell in annoyance but he could see Mario’s genuine concern “. . . SMG4? Are you okay? You spaced out…! Come on, Mario wants-a to get outta this basement, it’s creepy…!” SMG4 sighs, and nods, rubbing his face with his hand “...Y-Yeah yeah, I… I’m alright… L-Let’s go then, the sooner we find where the generator is, we can get outta here” SMG4 begins to walk, a bit quicker this time.

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He walks with Mario staying by his side, still looking at him with concern before looking around the basement, and at some point, while walking SMG4 begins to complain “Jeez I don’t remember the basement being this BIG! It shouldn’t be taking this long!” He just wants to get out of here at this point and then he freezes when he shines his flashlight up ahead, he swears he saw a figure again, and his breath hitches, however, the flashlight goes out almost immediately and he quickly bangs on it to get it to come back on, by the time it does, he sees nothing, SMG4’s eyes are wide and Mario seems to have not seen it.

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Even as SMG4 asks, Mario shrugs “I think we should get out of here before you go coo coo-a crazy” SMG4 sighs, he feels… Unnerved now, anxious, he swore he saw a figure for a split second just… Just like that night, he breathes a little shakily “...Y-You’re right, Mario… …C-Come on then” And now SMG4 speeds up, he moves quicker, his breath heavy at the moment, his chest feels tightened up, he hopes he isn’t about to have a panic attack, he’s just… Thinking too much about that night, he needs to keep his mind off it, he thinks about anything else, his friends, more memes, video ideas, ANYTHING but that night, anything BUT Mr. Puzzles.

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And thankfully it does help him calm down, even Mario helps him by keeping him distracted, occupied, as Mario may be stupid but he knows that SMG4 needs help to calm down and well he cares about his friends and would do anything to help them, even if some of the things may annoy them, even the annoying things he’s doing helps pull SMG4 out of his near panic, and then finally, after what felt like hours, they FINALLY found the generator, SMG4 sighs in pure relief “Finally, damn, it felt like we’ve been down here forever, c-c’mon, let’s get this over with so we can get out of here” Mario nods and the two of them zoom over to the generator.

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Mario mostly tries to hit the generator, slapping at it, yelling for it to turn on, trying anything and everything stupid, he kicks it but then his eyes go wide and he falls over, holding his leg and going ‘Ahh’ repeatedly, SMG4 sighs, he literally grabs the switch and flips it while looking at Mario with disappointment, and then the power flickers back on, SMG4 glances up around the now lit up basement for a moment before looking back down at Mario.

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But then he gasps and does a double take, he swore he saw another thing, he shakes his head “T-That’s it, I… I’m getting out of here now! Come on, Mario” And SMG4 begins to quickly make his way back up the stairs, dropping his flashlight in the process.

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Mario follows quickly behind his friend, his eyes squinting in concern, he hadn’t even seen anything the entire time, but he can tell SOMETHING has freaked SMG4 out pretty badly, he follows him up the stairs and then watches as SMG4 slams the basement door shut, he even locks it which he rarely ever does before also putting a heavy object on the door along with several other objects and it’s this point that Mario stops all his shenanigans entirely and he stands there, he looks shocked and also extremely concerned, he can tell SMG4 is becoming really stressed, in fact he can see the signs of a potential panic attack.

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Mario immediately and slowly walks over and he places a gloved hand on SMG4’s shoulder, watching him flinch at the suddenness and this is how he knows his friend is definitely close to a panic attack, he can see his eyes are wide, he’s paranoid, he’s breathing heavily, and shaking a bit “SMG4… It’s-a okay, come on…! Let’s watch some TV, or play some games! OR we could react to some more Nintendo Memes”

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And well, this makes SMG4 smile somewhat, while watching television at the moment might not be… The best for him given what he’s panicking about, he appreciates the sentiment “...Yeah, let’s… Go… Uh, watch some Nintendo Memes”

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Mario makes a ‘yahoo!’ sound before grabbing SMG4’s arm and speeding off to his room, SMG4 yells a bit as he’s dragged along super fast and then plopped at his desk.

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Mario grabs a chair and sits down next to the monitor and waits for SMG4 to pull up some Nintendo Memes, of course, he does so, the storm is still going on right now, the thunder and occasional flashes of lightning happening outside, for the next hour or two, both SMG4 and Mario react to the funny memes, laughing and having a good time, and slowly but surely.

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This distracts SMG4, he begins to forget why he had been panicking in the first place, he was just having a good time with one of his friends, and even better, SMG3 texts him and said ‘the storm should be clearing up in thirty more minutes, so we’ll be coming back hopefully’

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SMG4 texts back and says that’s good, and for them to stay safe, that they got the power back on here with the generator, and then that was essentially that, he continued watching the memes with Mario who would laugh, make fun of them, or sometimes have no reaction to the unfunny ones, and then after a few more moments, SMG4 hears a couple of noises behind them but he just shrugs them off as being a part of the storm outside, he was having fun right now and didn’t want anything to interrupt that, and after about five more minutes, Mario says he’s thirsty, and asked if SMG4 wanted anything to drink, he said to just get him a soda.

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And well, before Mario could even get up, suddenly… …A ringing that was progressively getting louder and louder with each second could be heard by the two, SMG4’s eyes go wide and he freezes in place, he can hear the ringing growing louder and louder, he knows that sound all too well, it’s a specific kinda ringing, one that a television does if it’s got that colorbar error or if the program is telling you to ‘PLEASE STANDBY’

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And SMG4 can feel himself beginning to sweat, his hands going clammy, his breathing slowly getting a bit heavy, he turns to look at Mario who shares a look with him as well, both of their eyes widened, and well, this time Mario DID hear this, he was hearing it right now along with SMG4.

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And… The two slowly turned around, the chairs creaking as they slowly spun around, and SMG4 thought he was going to have a heart attack when his eyes immediately locked onto what was sitting so casually on his bedroom floor, there it was… It was a television, an old tube TV but not just ANY television set, no no… He could see it almost immediately, both on the bottom of the television and on the screen, the words he didn’t want to read ever again...

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“. . . P-Puzzlevision… …O-Oh God…” Mario goes ‘mama mia’ softly, in shock and a little worried, his gaze focused on SMG4, he’s worried about him because this time he can’t… Stop the man’s panic attack.

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SMG4 can feel himself shaking, his hands clammy, he’s sweating, and well, the ringing is so loud, he doesn’t know if it’s just the television set or if his own are ringing now, his vision is a bit darkened on all sides, his mind racing, how did the TV get back here…? Why is it here? He literally hit him as hard as he could with Luigi The Meat Mallet! He broke his screen, and sent him flying off to god knows where! He COULDN’T be back, but when he looked over at Mario, there’s… No way this could be a dream, and also he wasn’t just seeing things, clearly the other man was too.

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And then his attention snaps back to The Puzzlevision TV, and he flinches when he hears a grotesque sound, he watches as two arms shoot out from the sides, slamming onto the floor…

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The sounds were awful, they sounded like bones cracking and a gross squelching sound as the TV suddenly grew an all too familiar looking body, the screen was repaired and showed static, the static was loud as the figure began to slowly stand up, SMG4’s breathing got heavier and heavier with each passing moment, the ringing was growing louder in his ears as he stared up in horror at the TV headed humanoid who stood to his full height.

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And then, he watches as Mr. Puzzles reached a hand up and turned one of his dials, and there was that one really creepy looking face of his, those realistic eyes looking around, the realistic mouth gritting its teeth.

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Before his face changes into a simple smile, showing no signs of anger, he just calmly looks down at SMG4 and Mario “Ah… Did you REALLY think you could get rid of ME so easily~?” Mr. Puzzles teases, tsking and wagging a finger, his tone held a calmness, which was even more scary than the anger he could’ve been displaying, Mr. Puzzles giggles for a split second before composing himself

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“...Oh, silly SMG4 and… Eugh, Mario…” He rolls his eyes before continuing, his screen flickering into that demented looking grin “You’re never ever ever getting rid of me~!” And well, SMG4 was panicking, without waiting a moment longer, he grabbed Mario’s arm and shot up and bolted.

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He hears Mr. Puzzles say ‘nuh-uh!’ and then hears a snap of his fingers and suddenly, SMG4 finds himself paralyzed in place, his eyes widen and he tries desperately to move, he doesn’t wanna deal with this again, he can’t deal with this again, what’s worse is he didn’t have the others, he didn’t have his friends to help him out, and there is no way he could take on Mr. Puzzles with just himself and Mario.

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And then as Mr. Puzzles begins to take a few steps closer to them, a smug look on his face, Mario can manage to move, he moves and hits the TV headed humanoid square on who falls back and huffs angrily.

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Mario tells SMG4 to run, to go get the others, and well SMG4 hesitates, he says he doesn’t wanna leave him behind as he can’t fight Mr. Puzzles on his own! Mario was about to grab SMG4 after stretching his arm comically out but then the TV headed humanoid turns a dial and suddenly, the TV screen goes to static and it begins trying to suck the pair in like a portal.

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Mario hadn’t had time to grab anything so he’s about to get sucked in when SMG4 grabs onto him and grabs onto the door of his bedroom, Mario yells and screams to not be let go, that he doesn’t wanna explore death.

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SMG4 then speaks over the loudness of the room “I-I’m not gonna let you go, man! Don’t worry!” And he holds onto Mario with all his might, he even tries to pull him back out of the bedroom, trying with all his might, to get himself and Mario out before Mr. Puzzles can do anything, and right as he manages to get out of the bedroom, Mario’s grip had loosened a little too much and he gets sucked into the static-y portal while screaming, and it’s then that the room goes quiet, at least for SMG4 it does

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The only sound is the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, gradually picking up as time goes along as he watches his friend get taken, SMG4 can feel his hairs standing up on end, he feels goosebumps spreading across his arms, his eyes are wide.

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His heartbeat grows louder and louder… And louder, his heart is racing, he’s got goosebumps, his hairs are all standing up on their ends, and his chest is tightening up badly now.

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As Mr. Puzzles captures Mario, he turns that dial back and his smug face appears “Ah, one day, one more to go~!” SMG4 realizes he has to get out of here, find the others, and then he and them could save Mario, he quickly bolts now that he can, he slams the door shut behind him to buy himself some extra time as he runs, he runs to the front door of the tent.

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And as he gets to it, it’s locked, no matter what he does, how hard he pulls, pushes, kicks, and beats the shit out of it, it won’t budge, he figures this is Mr. Puzzles’ doing, whom of which is casually stepping out of the bedroom.

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He’s humming a tune “You know you can’t run forever, SMG4, there isn’t a place in this tent, outside of this tent, or ANYWHERE in this world that you can go that I won’t find you~! C’mon, it isn’t SO bad being one of my puppets-” Mr. Puzzles slightly bangs his head which makes his screen static as a laugh track plays before going to that creepy grin of his “I mean-! One of my actors~!” He rolls his ‘R’s’ as he says the word actor, Mr. Puzzles tries to talk SMG4 into the pros of this but well, he knows better than to believe a word, after all, the TV headed humanoid is responsible for him and his friend’s trauma.

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SMG4 runs around the tent, he tries each and every exit he knows but none of them will budge, no windows, no doors, nothing will budge, he hears Mr. Puzzles taunting him and he knows damn well if the TV headed humanoid wanted to, he could easily just appear in front of him and snatch him up, he knows the entity is just playing with him, playing a game, SMG4 eventually freaks out, he runs back to the basement.

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He first closes and locks that room’s door, and then he literally grabs all the stuff and barricades it before running down the stairs, falling down them slightly before switching the lights off and running off into a darkened corner of the basement.

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SMG4’s heart is rapidly beating, he clutches his chest, his breathing is heavy and ragged, his entire body is trembling and he can’t think properly he can’t breathe properly, even though his breathing IS heavy and ragged, it feels like he’s not getting enough air, his chest is tightening up to the point where he feels like something heavy is on top of him, crushing his chest in, suffocating him.

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He uses his hands to grip onto the sides of his head, covering his ears and blocking out any sounds for the moment, he tries to calm himself down, he remembers what SMG3 texted him, that they wouldn’t be home for another thirty minutes and that’s IF the storm died out.

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SMG4 had no one to help him right now, he was all alone, trapped in what is essentially his home with the TV headed humanoid that essentially kidnapped and brainwashed all of his friends and forced them to go through so many things, forced them to perform, and everything… SMG4 tries to calm his breathing down, he tries to think positively, that maybe SMG3 and the others were on their way right now.

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Maybe the storm had cleared up fully, he tries to calm himself down, trying to ease the tightening feeling in his chest, trying to breathe normally, he feels guilty for letting Mario get taken but there was nothing he could’ve done at that moment.

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SMG4 tries to steady out his breathing and eventually he manages it, he does manage to do so but then, he hears a lot of clatter upstairs, he can assume Mr. Puzzles is breaking into that room, which is so unnecessary, it pisses him off, it makes him angry that the entity is just…

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Toying with him, SMG4 feels around, he knows there’s a lotta crap down here in the basement, he feels a crowbar and he grabs it, he’ll at least be able to defend himself he hopes, SMG4 begins to quiet down his heavy ragged breathing, he more so hopes that he can just get out of here somehow, he clasps a hand over his mouth when he hears the basement door get pushed open, the door opened slowly, making a god awful creaking sound which further added to his distress.

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SMG4 can do nothing but wait with baited breath now, he can hear footsteps coming down the stairs, and he hears Mr. Puzzles humming a tune, he can see the light of the TV screen coming closer, down into the basement’s darkness, it isn’t super bright so SMG4 isn’t worried about being spotted immediately thankfully, he can see the faint and soft glow of it before finally he sees Mr. Puzzles’ face in the darkness, it's horrifying.

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Despite the fact he’s wearing a simple smile, his default face “Hmm, come on out SMG4, there’s no way you can get out of this place~! I made sure of it, and you know I’ll find you, no matter where you are, like I said~! You cannot escape from me”

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Mr. Puzzles’ screen flickered, showing that demented grin “...And besides, you could be making this SO much easier on yourself and me too by just coming out, after all, I’m not going to harm you…! That would be… Counterproductive, c’mon, didn’t you have a grand ol’ time with your friends? You got to star in MY TV shows~! You got to be a star on television! …Okay sure, the whole kidnapping and brainwashing thing …And perhaps a few… Other instances, but, oh well, who cares about those minor details…!”

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SMG4 keeps a hand clasped over his mouth, the other hand gripping the crowbar tightly, hearing Mr. Puzzles talk so lightly about the harm and trauma he caused to him and his friends REALLY pisses SMG4 off, it makes him grip the crowbar even tighter, he wants to smash that TV headed freak apart, he watches as Mr. Puzzles slowly moves through the basement, using the light from his screen to guide his way, he’s looking around, slowly, he goes back to humming his tone after a brief look of annoyance crossed his features, presumably annoyed with SMG4’s resistance.

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SMG4’s heart rate begins to speed up again, the closer and closer Mr. Puzzles gets, he can tell the TV headed humanoid is getting more and more annoyed with SMG4’s hiding and resistance, he eventually even says with that creepy look on his face for him to come out, NOW… And well, SMG4 continues to hide in the corner, he can see Mr. Puzzles getting closer, and then finally, the light from that TV screen begins to illuminate SMG4’s legs, and his breath hitches in his throat, he can see Mr. Puzzles pause in his walking, his screen flickering into static for a moment before back to that crazy grin.

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“Ah… I found you, my precious little puppet…~ It’s-” And then his screen flickered to show a Game Over screen from Mario 64, it even plays the ‘Game Over’ sound effect, and then as Mr. Puzzles looks up, his light slowly trailing up to SMG4’s face, the man suddenly charges forward as he shot up, he yells and winds up hitting Mr. Puzzles square in the screen with the crowbar, it winds up cracking the screen which makes Mr. Puzzles stumble back and scoff.

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“Ack! You brute! I’ve cleaned this screen TOO many times dealing with you and that pesky plumber! You’re coming with me whether you want to or not!” And then SMG4 tries to run, he keeps the crowbar with him but Mr. Puzzles has clearly had enough, he twists a dial quickly and that portal appears, and well.

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SMG4 winds up stumbling because of the strong wind trying to capture him and take him through that portal, he has nothing he can grab onto, he had just barely made it to the stairs of the basement, his heart races, his breathing heavy now “N-No… Nononono! NO!”

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SMG4 tries to grip at the floor, digging his nails into the floor of the basement, of course it does no good since it’s just concrete, he keeps slipping further and further, getting pulled closer to Mr. Puzzles’ his eyes are wide “L-LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU TV HEADED FREAK!” SMG4 yells in anger, and he just hears Mr. Puzzles cackling maniacally, an insane laugh, and before he knows it, he gets sucked into that damned screen once again.

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He yells out “Your TV shows suuuuuck!” As he disappears into the screen, and then, Mr. Puzzles continues to laugh for a few more moments before, he turns his dial and then his body disappears back into the television, it falls to the ground with a loud thump.

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Annnd done, and I wanna say, you think I wrote him scary here? Lmaaaooo oh just wait til you see the Y/N horror story :) but either way, this story is done- again,, its... Longer than expected, you know im legit just gonna stop sayin im gonna write short ones bc i cant do it lmao but I hope y'all enjoy

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

Gaiden has been progressing well! I'm having a TON of fun playing and it's just. SO GOOD SKDJKWKW. I'm having fun with fights again! This is already shaping up to be a contender for my TOP3 games list.

I'm in chapter 2.

Okay first of all, Kiryu has an agent arc??? Interesting! Also this game is GORGEOUS. As gorgeous as Kiryu himself kdjdkwksw🫡 Damn does he look mighty fine in this one.

Based on the year given, this seems to be set around Like a Dragon? So this is a kind of "Meanwhile elsewhere" type of thing? Makes sense now why my mutual said that this game HAS TO be played at this specific point.

Please do not. Remind me of this. I haven't healed yet. Ouchies. Brb, gonna cry a little. Just a bit. I KNOW why he made this decision but it's painful 😭

I don't know why, but the whole "I gave up my name" thing hurts me surprisingly lot. I never really thought about it much, the thought of having to give up my name and being forced to live behind aliases makes me ache.

It's one thing to have your name changed on paper, but not having a proper name at all just makes it feel even more like you're totally isolated and will never be able to settle and be a part of society again. Never fully belonging anywhere; just drifting along without proper attachments. And in this case, fully dependant on Daidoji to have a place in the world at all. And I know it's basically what Kiryu signed up for, but... oof.

Kiryu in general has this extremely depressed look and vibe. He seems very numb and sad. Which is totally valid considering EVERYTHING, but it really does show just how terrible his mental health is right now. The last time he seemed this apathetic was at the start of Y5, but even then he seemed to at least have a sort of anger or frustration keeping him going. Now he's just... empty.

For a single second I was going HANNYA MAN FROM YAKUZA KIWAMI??? And then realized this guy's build and hair are totally different and that Majima's tattoos don't go that far down his arms :( And there's the whole fact that Majima saw Kiryu for the first time again at the Daigo-Watase "We're quitting and so are you" party.

First of all, MASSIVE meme potential here.

Secondly...

PLEASE DON'T DIE, COOL OLD MAN. I love you <3

I find Kiryu and Hanawa's dynamic interesting. Despite Hanawa being... well, not an asshole, but seemingly not very pleasant either, Kiryu seems to actually like the dude somewhat. He did say Hanawa is "the only connection I have made in this dull, pathetic existence" which is... okay - first of all - let's not unpack all that trauma, hurt and depression right now!! But I also get the feeling that there is a type of fondness here. Idk; maybe it's Stockholm Syndrome. But I have a hard time believing that 100%.

The first "That's a Lot Of Men" of the game for me. It's not like a MASSIVE horde of people, but this is still kinda early on in the game.

Yupp, knew immediately Kiryu wouldn't take the deal. Firstly, reviving Kiryu Kazuma and going back to his family would basically just take him back to the situation he escaped by dying. Back to square 1.

Secondly, Kiryu would never have a man killed just to be happy himself. That's just not how he operates. You'd think people would have that figured out by now.

Also can y'all stop using the Morning Glory kids as a "haha gotcha now you gotta help us"??? That never ends well for anyone, never has; y'all are idiots😭

I love Akame!! She's incredible ^_^ She's like... Sotenbori's own Florist but she looks after her people more and takes on a more active role in helping them.

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Speaking of... what DID happen to the Florist? Did the man die?? Or was he finally sent to... The Side Characters We No Longer Need Void™ ??? Insane. RIP you legend.

ANYWAY. I feel like being around Akame will definitely do Kiryu some good. Having someone who's not a total asshole around might help him feel at least somewhat better for a bit.

I'm gonna grind the SHIT out of Akame network, the perks are way too good to pass up on. And I don't wanna rush through the game.

Hii my precious!!! ☺️🫶🏻

Tiger Drop is actually very cheap. Gonna go for it fr. I'm not in the habit of spamming it on everything, but I find learning the timing and using it properly very satisfying. I feel like it's gonna be VERY difficult to pull off in this game since the combat IS very different from Y6.

[dreamwatch]

For the wrapped meme: 11 & Steddie, if you please!

Thank you for the prompt, I really needed this to get my brain working.

You know until your ask I didn't realise I hadn't even specified a fandom! Stranger Things, people! (in case anyone else wants to send me a prompt)

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#11 - Refugee by Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers

Steve is vibrating with anger.

They’re sitting in Eddie’s van in the parking lot outside Bradley’s Big Buy. Eddie’s looking in the rear view mirror wiping someone else’s spit off the side of his face with some grubby napkin he found in the glove box. He’s acting like he’s wiping some girls lipstick off his cheek. 

“Stop staring at me.”

Steve turns away, looks out the passenger window to see the prick from the store packing his groceries. The temptation to run over there and kick the shit out of him is so intense he ends up staring at his hands instead. He’s not sure why he suddenly feels like the bad guy in all of this.

“I feel like a drive, how about you, Steve?” Eddie’s voice is clipped, his tone all pinched and stiff. Steve just nods, there’s no point saying anything right now, he’ll get shot down and it will start a fight and he’s not in the fucking mood.

They drive for close to an hour, Steve taking surreptitious glances at Eddie from time to time. Over the hour he watches as Eddie’s shoulders relax, the tension in his arms loosens. Watches the transformation from an angry alley cat back to Eddie.

It’s not fair, but he learned a while ago nothing in Hawkins is fair. But what annoys him, what really incenses him, is how Eddie reacts to these bastards. He doesn’t fight back. He just grins, throws up those stupid horns, sticks his tongue out. He pokes the bear, and he looks like he’s enjoying it too, unless you really know him. Then you see the flash of hurt in his eyes, the way he stiffens slightly. The way he hunkers down for hours afterwards while he works through whatever the fuck is going on in his head. Which Steve can’t help might be faster and easier if Eddie would just talk to him. Or anyone. Just fucking talk.

The van slows and pulls off the road, stopping at the edge of a cornfield. Eddie shuts off the engine, killing the music. Steve sneaks a glance, watches as Eddie tips his head back against the headrest and closes his eyes. The engine tick tick ticks, the birds caw. An occasional car whooshes by. Eddie and Steve just sit.

A warm breeze flows through the windows, and Eddie pushes stray hairs off his face. He caught colour on his cheeks over the summer, the scar on his left one no longer looking so stark against his skin. Eddie took great delight in showing that off to the townsfolk of Hawkins. Sometimes Steve just wants to scream at him.

“I know you don’t get it,” Eddie says on a sigh, finally cutting through the last of the tension in the van.

“Yeah, I don’t. Sorry.”

“I don’t need you fighting my battles. I can do that myself.”

Steve shakes his head, “Didn’t see you putting up much of a fight.”

“That’s your answer to everything, isn’t it?”

Eddie pats himself down, and Steve knows he’s looking for cigarettes. He also knows he doesn’t have any. He only has gas in the van because Steve gives him the money for it. No one will give him a job, Wayne gets less hours at the plant, and they all know why that is. So he gives Eddie gas money because he drives Steve around even though Steve has a perfectly nice car, and they both know what this really is. Just another thing they don’t talk about.

Steve lights a cigarette and takes a deep drag before passing it to Eddie. 

“I don’t know how you put up with it, that’s all.”

“And what else am I supposed to do, exactly?” Eddie takes a drag, and ashes the cigarette out the window. Doesn’t hand it back to Steve. He wasn’t expecting him to. “You can’t fight everyone, Steve.” And he draws his name out, in that way that makes Steve want to slap him. Like he’s being mocked. Like this is school, and he’s the mean boy. 

“Then— Then leave.” Don’t leave. 

Eddie rounds on him, eyes blazing. “Why should I fucking leave?”

“You always wanted to go, you said—”

“On my terms. My terms! Not because some hick cunt wants me gone. This is my fucking home, Wayne’s home. My family and friends are here. I nearly died for this place, Steve! I have more fucking right to be here than them.” He runs out of steam, stabs the cigarette into the ashtray likes its ablaze. “I’ll go when I’m good and ready.”

The sun creeps lower in the sky, and the light hits Eddie’s hair and it’s like a halo. He gets these moments, when he’s still, when he’s sleeping, when he thinks he’s not being watched, and his face relaxes and he looks like a boy. Just a kid. It’s not fair. 

Eddie scrubs his hands down his face, sucks in a lungful of sticky summer air, and then turns the key in the ignition. Music roars, and Steve jumps, it gets him every time. Eddie huffs, a ghost of a laugh, and reaches over to punch him lightly on the thigh. 

“Come on, let’s go home.”

The van turns in the road, heads back towards Hawkins, and despite the afternoon of worry and anger, all Steve feels right now is relief.

[onmywaytofanfic]

Thanks a lot for the tag Kaz @akamikazae let's see if I can do all of them!! :3333

Name: Boro :3

Pronouns: She - Her/ They - Them

Where do you call home: I heard once that home is that place where you can go to the toilet without any problem. I would also add that is that place where you can get yourself a glass of water without asking for one.

Favorite animal: People assumed that I am a cat person, they are wrong I love every animal...also cats, felines in general.

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Cereal of choice: I have a problem with cereals I love them!!! My favourits are honey puff like cereals and those that are squares filled with chocolate or milk. Those are ddelicious GIVE ME CEREALS!!

Are you a visual, audio, or kinesthetic learner: I remember that we have to do this test at the Uni and I was like a mix. Most of the time I doodle while taking notes and when revising stuff I need to move around my room. Also, when I am thinking in general I need music or a podcast while pacing around and a small notebook where I can write down any idea that crosses my mind or doubt while revising something. I tent to do more than one thing at once so, pacing while listening helps me so... Audio-kinasthetic-reading learner

First pet: There is a festivity here Los tres Reyes Magos, Three Wise Men, that we celebrate durign the Xmas time. That night my neighbours dog gave birth to who would be my first truthful friend. I woke up and the neighbour told us that the mother couldn't pass the night. In a small basket they got both pups, one seemed so full of energy the other one was curled up and shaking. I got the curld one without a second though and hugged them. He would be my friend for more than 10 years. I miss him a lot. He got the name of my favourite journalist ever but I keep it for myself ;) Friends know his name.

Favorite scent: Baked cookies, cinammon, but mostly flowery scents like lavender and also, please do not laugh, there is this deodorant chocolate scented ...wow.

Do you believe in astrology: I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself on this one, yet I find astrology interesting but I would not let it choose my life or stuff like that. It is very interestign to have a look at it.

How many playlists do you have on Spotify/apple music: 10

Sharpies or highlighters: Highlighters! I actually enjoy the layers that you can do with them and they got this Cyberpunk effect when done right that I love.

A song that makes you cry: ‘Fucking Perfect' by P!nk or 'The crow and the butterfly' Shinedown.

A song that makes you happy: ‘Lady Domina' Haloo Helsinki! or 'Master of the House' Les Miserables the musical... I have a problem with musicals in general.

And finally do you draw/write/create? I write and draw, a different thing is that I have the guts to call what I do something creative or even worthy. But I just do it, hoping to get better eventually... hope is the key word there. So I do both and technically create since both are creations *badum tsch* I also do tons of memes so...that's creations too, isn't it? One day I may post here those abominations that I call memes.

Hmmmm I tag @succikko-nebulae , @shinoposting , @yamanaka-shin and @spellcasterlight <3<3<3<3<3

Thanks again Kaz!!1 This was fun, I did not know that I had so many playlist on Spotify...and I use one in a loop most of the time xD.

[shakingparadigm]

WOW. I JUST. I JUST REALLY LOVE YOUR ANALYSIS AND THEORIES DON'T EVER STOP PLEASE. I LOVE THE STRUCTURE OF YOUR EXPLANATIONS.

In the chaos of the wait,there is someone to accompany me through a journey of madness with Alien Stage. Haha.

*insert meme of cat with wine*

I wonder what does Till think about Ivan.Now that Mizi is missing,and he seems to have completely lost himself and a reason to pursue forward,I couldn't help but ask myself: "Does he feel like he's condemned to die because of his guilt towards Ivan too? Does he feel like this or l'm just overthinking?" What if there's a retrospective we don't know about in which Till thinks Ivan didn't escape because of HIM and,now that Mizi isn't there,he's not torn about lvan anymore and what to do if he ever had to compete against him? Was he going to be conflicted in the first place? Like: "I have nothing,l lost my last hope. I may just die now rather than make my friend being killed. Is this the right thing? Why it had to be this way from the beginning,suffering because of the aliens? What am I? Why do I have to remember those things? What am I doing this for? I just wanted to survive and love Mizi"

Like we all know,thanks to the community posts,we see him have a certain dynamic with Ivan,in which they interact joking or bickering,and this strengthens a type of attachment he cannot deny. So,in the ROUND CURE we'll see Till (or Ivan) remember their past and we'll get to know more about their story with the progression of the actual one. (Ivan indeed didn't escape to stay with him,but Till doesn't know about lvan feelings,he may have been supposing all this time that he didn't made it or he just followed him back for some strange reason) I'm uncertain if they remember about seeing each other in the laboratories,through all the trauma...

l just hope that Till and Ivan don't succumb. What if lvan encourages Till to fight again unlike Luka with Mizi. What will Ivan do to try to protect Till?

Sometimes I suspect Vivinos like to play with us. Not just our feelings. WE ARE HERE JUST TO SUFFER.

THE HEARTBEATS IN THE TEASER MAKE ME FEEL SO NERVOUS HELP.

I just know that Till looks so broken and... he may have had a breakdown at this point. He has dark circles under his eyes and it's clear he has not been sleeping. I wonder if the aliens drugged him or something. For the lenght of the hair: how much time has passed?! At least a month?

One more thing I noticed,is that Till doesn't seem to have that sort of IV tube they used to sedate him like on stage in ROUND 2.

And in Hyuna's song,around the end,a security guard writes something in the sand. I don't think they'll be discovered for this but I'm really nervous.

Anyway,l really enjoy my time on your beautiful page! 🫂 Oh,please! Don't think you write stupid things,because your ideas and perspective are interesting and well put. I really like how you express yourself!

Have a nice day!! (and sorry for any mistake)

AH?!!! THANK YOU!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! tears in my eyes...

Yes!!! I shall accompany you through the madness. In fact I carry the madness in myself as well. If my yelling and flood of posts are anything to go by.

ALSO. WOW. That's genuinely so heartbreaking. Till having guilt isn't talked about often but it's very plausible that he'll be feeling it tenfold during this round. It's his fault, after all, that they're still here. Now that Mizi, the whole reason he stayed, is gone too, what was all of it for? He doomed himself and Ivan for nothing. You're right. He seems hopeless. I can definitely feel Till in those words, and it's so sad to think about how his thoughts could devolve to that point. He seemed so determined, so bright and dynamic at the beginning during ROUND 2. Now he seems so empty. Ivan and Till are definitely much closer than the both of them let on, there's no way they were just "fine". I think Till does hold fondness for Ivan, maybe even a little aware of his feelings (I don't think he knows what extent though, not sure he knows that Ivan's world literally revolves around him). What I'm sure of is that Till isn't as indifferent to Ivan as he might seem. Ivan is incredibly important to him too, and he has to come to terms with all of the guilt and feelings that were previously buried under his love and fixation for Mizi.

Oh... If Ivan spent most of ROUND 6 encouraging Till to fight I would be HEARTBROKEN. I remember one of the most common theories in the beginning was that Ivan would refuse to fight so that Till could win, and maybe Till would try and convince Ivan to fight. It's really interesting to see that the opposite might be true instead! And yes, VIVINOS LOVES to play with our feelings! It's their specialty.

Haha, Till's always had horrible eyebags! He apparently only gets less than 5 hours of sleep per day, and he's an incredibly light sleeper. Despite his eyebags though, Till always possessed such a large amount of energy. He had a lot of fight in him. You're right though, now he just seems exhausted. He's definitely been spiralling down into some very dooming thoughts. I wonder how much time has passed too...

An IV tube? I believe that's just his leash (just to make sure he's constantly restrained), but wow, thinking of it as an IV tube has some very horrifying implications. If they tried to sedate him, it definitely didn't work well HAHAH (RIP Freddie).

I thought the security guard writing in the sand was just a fun little visual gag, but if it's actually used to track down Mizi and Hyuna, oh shit. Improved security, after all. This isn't gonna be easy for them.

Thank you so much for enjoying my blog!! It means a lot to me, seriously. I might cry receiving all these nice notes and messages. Don't worry about any mistakes, by the way! You're quite a well-put writer yourself! :) Thank you for expressing yourself to me as well! I appreciate sharing all these ideas and hearing about new ones! I hope you have a great day too! ^^

[andtheflameswenthigher]

Please Don't Tell Me That I'm Dreaming

Pairing: JD x TZ

Word Count: 1.4k

Slight warning for language and it being hrpf lmao

Title from 'Jamie All Over' by Mayday Parade

A/N: I know like most of this is not accurate at all, especially like time-line wise and the extent of Jamie's injury. I am also aware that they were both in Cabo over the all star break but it didn't fit with my vision™️. Enjoy :)

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Jamie wasn’t pouting. He wasn’t, fuck you very much, Yorkie. It was perfectly normal to feel like shit after an injury, especially when it was the same shoulder that had caused you to miss an entire season the year before. So to say he wasn’t in the best mood right now would be an understatement. And if he wanted to lock himself inside his brand new Philly apartment and only leave for his PT appointments, he felt like he was entitled to it. It had only been two days since the injury, and his shoulder still hurt like a bitch. The one saving grace was that he wasn’t in a sling this time around. The trainers said it didn’t look too bad, they just didn’t want to risk aggravating the injury further so they were being cautious by placing him on IR. So for right now, he was out for the next couple of weeks, falling back into a routine of no practice and PT sessions everyday. It sucked, a lot, especially since he had only been in Philly for about a month. He was eager to prove his worth to his new team, so of course he had to go and get injured, again. Fucking Penguins, this is why they couldn’t have nice things. 

Jamie was being slightly dramatic, he knew that, but he couldn’t help it. He was hurting, in a bad mood, and alone. The pain in his shoulder had nothing on the loneliness he was feeling. Last time he had been in this situation, he’d had Trevor by his side. Trevor was there to change his ice packs and make sure he wasn’t aggravating his shoulder by trying to lift anything. He had gone into full on mom mode and had banned Jamie from doing anything around the apartment until his shoulder healed. Having him around, as well as the rest of the team and the Duck’s amazing medical staff had been what got him through last season. Now though, he was in a new city, with a new team he had only known for a few weeks, and without Trevor. 

He felt kind of pathetic, admitting how much being away from Trevor was affecting him. It had been so long since he’d lived alone, he was used to always having another presence in the house, especially one that was as loud as Trevor’s. He had thought about asking his mom if she would come down for a few days, but he didn’t want to worry her anymore than he already had. Besides, he didn’t think being bored and lonely was a good enough excuse to get his mom out of work. So instead he was stuck here in his empty apartment, with only Trevor’s texts for company. 

Trevor had been watching the game and saw the hit live. He had been blowing up Jamie’s phone ever since. Trevor had called him as soon as he left the hospital, out of his mind with worry and convinced that Jamie was dying. Jamie had to talk him down from jumping on the first plane out of Anaheim, which he couldn’t exactly blame Trevor for, since he had been about to do the exact same thing when he broke his ankle. Trevor had been insistent that Jamie did not have to fly back to Anaheim literally the day after he had arrived in Philly. Realistically, Jamie knew that, but he was worried and fuck whatever Torts thought, if Trevor needed him he’d be on the next flight out. So, yeah, he couldn’t exactly blame Trevor for his reaction. 

Knowing that Trevor was so concerned made him feel a little bit better. At least he knew he always had someone in his corner. Trevor had been sending hourly ‘checking in’ texts that he was trying, and failing, to pass off as just sending him memes to make him feel better. Jamie could see right through him, knowing just how worried he actually was. It probably didn’t help that Trevor was also injured, so he didn’t have anything to focus on other than their collective injuries. Jamie knew Trevor was struggling, no matter how much he tried to play it off. They were trying their best to make this long distance thing work. It was a first for the both of them though, not used to not being able to see each other every day. They had gotten to spend the All-Star break together, even though most of it was spent packing up Jamie’s stuff and getting it shipped across the country. The one week hadn’t felt like enough though, and being apart was weighing on him more than he’d like to admit. 

No matter how Jamie was feeling about it though, he knew Trevor had it ten times worse. At least he had hockey to focus on, and trying to find housing plus navigate a new city and new teammates had been a good distraction for the last month. Trevor had gotten injured the day after Jamie had left, which meant he didn’t have hockey to focus on like Jamie did. He had tried to be there as much as he could for Trevor, but it was hard when he was on the other side of the country. Jamie knew how bored he had been the first couple weeks of his injury, and he had over 100 Tik Tok messages a day to prove it. One thing every hockey player could agree on was that being injured was the worst. 

Trevor still hadn’t answered his good morning text, which was weird. Even with the time difference, Jamie knew he would be awake by now. Trevor usually had PT early in the mornings, and he always answered his texts first thing. The radio silence was starting to worry him. Jamie knew he was probably being paranoid, it had only been a couple hours since he texted. Trevor was probably busy, or he was late to PT this morning and hadn’t had a chance to check his messages. It was probably nothing, and it definitely didn’t have anything to do with him being bored and lonely. Definitely not. 

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Jamie was just thinking about ordering lunch when the doorbell rang. It was probably Yorkie coming to make sure he hadn’t died of boredom yet. Jamie rolled his eyes, easing himself off the couch and trying not to jostle his shoulder. The doorbell rings again, and then a third time. 

“Jesus, Yorkie. I’m coming, calm down.” He calls, reaching for the door handle. Jamie opens the door to Trevor standing on his doorstep, wearing shorts and Birkenstocks like it isn’t -15° in Philly right now. His broken ankle is in a boot now, so at least he isn’t trying to balance crutches on top of the suitcase in his left hand. He looks slightly rumpled, like he had been sleeping on the plane on the way here. His hair is squashed on one side, and sticking up like he’s been electrified on the other. Jamie shakes his head, breaking out of his Trevor induced trance long enough to speak. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, shocked at his boyfriend's sudden appearance. 

“What am I doing here? Jimmy, you almost died!” Trevor shrieks, dropping his suitcase handle. 

“I did not almost die.” Jamie rolls his eyes, but he can’t help the grin that creeps across his face. 

“Well, I don’t know about you, but from the angle I saw it looked like you were on the verge of death.” 

Jamie chuckles, “Are you done being dramatic now?” Trevor straightens up, nodding. “Get in here then so I can kiss you.” A grin spreads across Trevor’s face, he crosses Jamie’s porch in two steps and throws himself into his arms. 

“Ow, watch the shoulder.” Jamie laughs, shifting to hold Trevor with his good arm. Trevor surges up, pressing his lips against Jamie’s. 

“Sorry.” Trevor mumbles against his lips. “I missed you.” 

Jamie smiles, pulling him through the doorway. “I missed you, too.” 

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It’s not until later that night when they’re laying in bed that Jamie remembers something. 

“So it’s fine for you to fly across the country when I get injured, but I’m not allowed to fly across the country when you’re injured?” 

Trevor lightly slaps him on the chest, already half asleep. “I’m also injured, it doesn’t count. Besides, I waited a few days to make sure it was fine with the trainers. I promised them I’d continue my PT while I was here so they’d let me go.” 

Jamie chuckles, shocked at how well thought out this surprise visit was. “Either way, I’m glad you’re here.” He presses a kiss to Trevor’s forehead, smiling to himself.

[girls-are-weird]

MASTER LIST: One Fic for Each Fandom [J-Z]

continued from this post. please read that one first for a detailed explanation of how this list came about and just why in the seven hells i've spent so many (many, MANY) hours of my life compiling it.

back in the day, i had hoped this format could catch on as a meme type of thing, so that other people could take it as a template and make their own fandom recs lists. so i'd love to see yours! be sure to tag me if you decide to do this. :)

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[ FANDOMS J-Z BELOW, A-I HERE ]

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JOAN OF ARCADIA

after an afternoon, by angelgazing.

joan doesn't get it.

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JONNY QUEST: TRA

jealousy (and sequels!), by debbie kluge.

the story that started it all. a new acquaintance causes jonny quest and jessie bannon to re-evaluate their relationship.

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LITTLE WOMEN / PLUMFIELD SERIES

and i didn't like the ending, by readdyfreddie (M).

as soon as the post box came into view, she saw him there, reading the letter. and then, as if sensing her presence, he looked up, and jo knew nothing would ever be the same again.

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NARUTO

on the symbiotic relationship, by hundredacresky (M).

somehow they ended up doing everything backwards.

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NEON GENESIS EVANGELION

a glass of wine rebuilt, by toasterman.

shinji and asuka learn about themselves and fall in love, causing massive ramifications. a remake of the late 94saturn's quintessential shinjixasuka story, it is part tribute and part experiment, taking the structure and plot of the original wacky shipping story while attempting to maintain series-true characterization.

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PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS/RIORDANVERSE

if you need, come build your home in me (and side stories!) by yrbeecharmer / @yrbeecharmer (T).

even though the world keeps falling down around him, will solace can't seem to help but keep growing up.

(a series rewrite starting with the events of titan's curse)

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PITCH PERFECT

hooking up with jesse by catswandsandwalkers / @catswandsandwalkers (M).

when aubrey said to beca, "your attitude sucks, you're a grade-A pain in my ass, and i know you're hooking up with jesse," she was actually correct. slightly AU where jesse and beca are secretly friends with benefits throughout the movie. follows canon otherwise.

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POKEMON

destiny, by nova.

carla says: this is a fic i read a long time ago, loved, and then lost track of. the plot is rather similar to the plot of the… second? third? movie (the lugia one!), but it was written pre-movie and the author takes it a whole different way. the characters are grown up and more mature (errrr… except gary and jazelle, maybe), and the story's AU (they all have different backgrounds) but it's very good, filled with action and adrenaline, and even some funny and romantic moments. good read. sadly, now i can't find it anywhere else in the 'net so i wonder if it's been finished since then. if anyone knows, please tell me.

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THE PRINCESS DIARIES

me and you (is my refrain), by naladot / @naladot (T).

when he finally gets to the restaurant to meet his friends for a birthday dinner, the television mounted to the wall has the news on, and there’s mia disembarking from her plane, waving to the press with a practiced smile. he hasn’t seen her in five years—no, it’s got to be six, now—but he can still read the exhaustion written across her picture-perfect face.

years later, michael reunites with the love of his life. future-fic for first movie canon.

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PSYCH

against all odds (take a look at me now) by shuuuliet (G).

ever since they broke up, shawn and juliet have done their best to keep their distance from one another. but now, one of their old cases has been blown wide open. a criminal that evaded arrest is back…and he’s targeting them specifically. can they make it out of this case alive? and can they find their way back to each other along the way?

(set during season 7, a few weeks after "deez nups".)

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PSYCHO-PASS

beasts of all kinds by aroguegambit17 (E).

wolf and shepherd are ancient enemies, opposed in nature and design. a wolf breaks into folds a shepherd guards; a shepherd is duty-bound to fight and perhaps kill a wolf for what the beast cannot help but do to survive. but what is a shepherd without sheep, a wolf without a pack?

free, of course. what a terrifying proposition.

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RANMA 1/2

ranma .05, by darren demaine.

carla says: ranma smut, and believable at that. lots and lots of story before the sex, so it's not plotless at all. and the characters are very in-character-- and that's a lot to say if he can have ranma and akane sleep together and still be in-character!

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RUROUNI KENSHIN

christmas and chaos, by nooziewoozie (M).

his shirt opened down his front, showing golden skin like some kind of blue-collar wet dream come to life—he was brown even in the middle of winter and he smelled like motor oil and had hair that spiked out from his head, bushy and unruly and ridiculous. he radiated heat. some idiot part of her hindbrain wanted to soak it up. -megumi, sano; family, christmas, and sex on couches.

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SAILOR MOON

adventures of the chibi-scouts, by "tuxedo" will wolfshohl.

many wish to be young again but how will the girls handle it when they get that wish?

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SAINT SEIYA

la batalla de los doce tresors (aka el MEGAFIC), by marijose diaz.

carla says: sorry that it's in spanish, guys, but it really is THE best saint seiya fic EVER. written pre-hades saga, but they fight against hades-- just in a completely different way. the cycle has ended, and it's time for athena to die. only hades doesn't want to let her, and it's time for the saints to… save her? so she can die? i LOVE this fic. seriously, i've read it a thousand times, and that's a lot to say because it's HUGE! (it's not called the MEGAfic for nothing!). she manages to put in most of my favorite couples, which is quite rare, and well-- i was reading it a while back and this was actually what made me start this whole list. lol.

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SAMURAI CHAMPLOO

nenju, by 3jane.

where do happiness and ever after intersect? post series, complete. fuumugenjin.

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SEX EDUCATION

these are the days of their lives by howardtduck48 (M).

maeve wiley deserves to be happy. if only she can give someone a chance to explain.

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SHADOWHUNTER CHRONICLES

i know you wanna go higher by orphan_account (M).

the first thing simon lewis saw when he arrived idris high school was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. however, he later discovered that if he wanted to date her, he would need to get a date for his grumpy brother, alec. and that's where magnus bane appears.

the 10 things i hate about you AU that every fandom needs. simon is new and pining for isabelle, and then he has the worst idea of his life. somehow, things work out. kind of.

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SHAMAN KING

hygge, by fruitysmell / @fruitysmellz (G).

hygge. a danish word used for a special feeling of coziness and contentment, whether with friends or alone and at home or out.

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SKY HIGH (2005)

the language of flowers by evergreeen / @everrgrreeen (T).

“i think he deserves to sweat about it for a while,” magenta said, reclining back in her chair. “maybe if he thinks that another guy is interested in you, he’ll come to his senses and see what’s right in front of him.”

layla’s head snapped up to look at her shapeshifting friend.

“magenta, that’s it!”

“what’s it?”

“i’m going to make will jealous… by pretending to date warren peace.”

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THE SOCIETY

you don't scare me anymore by misschatelle / @misschatelle (M).

chief holbrook calmly held her glare for a few seconds. “do you mean to say that you have no memories of the past eight months?”

allie shrugged. “maybe it was all a dream.”

“can you tell me what happened in that dream?”

“why does it matter now?”

“because some of you never returned. and we’d like to understand why. We have parents who, for a second, were given hope, only for that to get brutally taken away. they’ve seen all the other families reunite with their lost children, and they didn’t get to do that. they want answers, and i don’t have them. i’m hoping you can help me.”

(four teenagers never made it back to west ham. emily warner. cassandra pressman. greg dewey. campbell eliot.)

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STRANGER THINGS

be brave and kiss the girl by fatechica / @fatechica (T).

el hopper: beautiful, sweet, and instantly one of the most popular girls in the hawkins’ high junior class when she moves there after her dad takes the job of police chief for the small town. mike wheeler: king of the nerds, A/V club president, and completely invisible to girls.

naturally, mike notices the new girl - how can he not when she’s the most beautiful girl he's ever seen in his entire short life? but she’s so far out of his league, it’s not even worth dreaming about. so it’s completely and utterly confusing to him when el takes a lot more than a polite interest in him.

el, for her part, is instantly smitten with the cute nerd with gorgeous eyes, adorable freckles, and the most beautiful smile she’s ever seen. no one understands when she decides to pursue him, especially not the popular kids, but it’s harder than she bargained for to get mike to trust her, to let her into his heart. guess it’s a good thing she’s as persistent as she is popular, isn’t it?

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TANGLED

her everything by fabulist / @thatfabulist (M).

being the part-time boyfriend, part-time babysitter of the princess isn't all it's cracked up to be, but eugene fitzherbert is up for the challenge. besides, he loves her. now rated M for extra sauciness.

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VERONICA MARS

the orion protocol by annie174 (M).

in the immediate aftermath of the final bomb, veronica finds out things are not as they appear. a fix-it for the veronica mars season 4 final. spoilers for season 4.

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X-MEN

kissing friends, by pirate turner (PG).

friends surprise each other under the mistletoe. kurtty.

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X-MEN: EVOLUTION

playing with fire, by taekwondodo (M).

kurt (nightcrawler) and kitty (shadowcat) managed to get things worked out between them - mostly - but things have taken a decided turn for the worse and are only going to go downhill from here.

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YOUNG ROYALS

and each slow dusk, by loyaulte_me_lie / @if-fortunate (M).

“he wishes for a time machine to turn back the clock, back to a world where his mother wasn’t on the end of the phone, saying grimly, “wilhelm, you need to come home. it’s starting.””

two months after wille’s arrival at hillerska, war breaks out. when his and erik's last-ditch attempt to leave the country goes badly wrong, he ends up stuck in bjarstad - with simon.

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[dolceaspidenera]

Hey everyone, I did a Playlist for Leander! (There are actually more songs in there, I put here only the ones I think are more central to his character). You can find it on Spotify at this link Want to listen to the songs while staring at Leander's sexy smirk in full HD? Here's the video playlist 😏 ↳ Basically, my dumb and hyper-fixated brain decided it was a good idea to make a whole video out of the playlist - many hours of work later and about halfway through it, I started questioning many of my life choices but my hyper-perfectionism had already kicked in, so here we are. If you like it, please consider leaving a like, it would mean a lot to me 🥺🤗 Onto more interesting things, I wanted to share some of my thoughts on choosing these songs. From what we can gauge about Leander so far, he's charming and outgoing and set to do good with the Bloodhounds. He might have some kind of a savior/hero complex, he definitely has a giant ego to go with it. I think he is fairly genuine in wanting to help people but I also think that there is more to it, he gives me the idea of being pretty self-righteous about it. He also clearly likes to indulge in drinking and partying and has a habit of sleeping around. On top of all this, among all the LIs, he is the only one to have a human shadow, which in itself makes him pretty suspicious, he definitely has a much darker side. I found his behavior when you hesitate to trust him and touch his hand the most off-putting, and when put together with his quote "I can keep you safe as long as you trust me" you start to see that something's wrong with this man. There also seem to be elements of a controlling/manipulating personality from the way he tries to sway your opinion about the other characters (I don't think he is necessarily a yandere but he has his own agenda). We also know that mages tend to lust for power, and in his design the color green, which is usually associated with envy, recurs a lot. I tried to consider all these elements while choosing songs, I wanted to give him a fun/cheerful vibe with also more loud and fast songs to go with it and some darker lyrics and tracks to highlight his darker side (especially Jekyll and Hyde by FFDP). Finally, I also put two meme songs that were too good to pass on 😂 I'm pretty happy with the result, I think the overall vibe is fun and high-energy and reflects well Leander's personality (for how I interpreted it and from what we know so far). What do you think? What songs do you think would fit his character? Let me know in the comments, I'd really like to hear other people's opinions and share new music 😎

[the-haunted-office]

(advice column meme)

Dear.......well, I'm actually not sure who I should ask this to, so I'll just say anyone who isn't going to mock me or make a joke out of this, because I'm having a very hard time here and I really, really need help.

I recently split from my partner (not revealing name or gender, as I don't want anyone going after them about this, so I'lljust call them Partner and use They/Them) of....a really long time. And I did so during.....a really nasty fight. I.....I can't even remember what we fought over anymore. But we both said a lot of very hurtful things, and I threw things.....I think I physically hurt Partner when I did, I'm not sure. I was such a mess when it happened.

Anyway, it's been a while. I don't know how long exactly, since during that time I tried to lose myself in a project and kind of unintentionally lost myself someplace else instead, where I think time moves faster than it does here. But my issue is......I miss Partner. I miss how strong and warm their arms felt around me. I miss how they said things just to make me blush. I miss how they were always there for me......I just miss Partner. I.....I honestly don't think they wanted to split up, and that I kinda....forced it on them, in the heat of the moment when we fought. I want to say something to them, that I want to get back together or at the very least that I'm sorry for the things I did and said that hurt them. But.....I'm afraid of making things worse. Right now, we aren't talking but they don't hate me. I don't want to hurt them more.

I've been trying to work this out myself and it's proving extremely difficult. I think I need some outside help here, or at least an outside perspective to help me figure out what to do. So please, someone help me.

{ My character now has an advice column in a respectable periodical. Ask them advice on anything from romantic conundrums to windmill operation tips! }

The Haunted Office folks all look at this letter written to them, this desperate plea for help, this... relationship advice... with a mixture of feelings. Puzzlement. Sorrow. Regret. Sympathy. But above all... oh hell no, nobody got time for that. Especially since the writer has specifically requested someone who isn't going to mock them or make a joke out of it.

They spend the next two minutes playing Hot Potato with the letter, passing it around amongst each other like it's something that is poison, like whoever is holding it at the end of a particular period of time will either die or - even worse - have to respond to it. Doomsday straight up throws it at the group and flees from the room, yelling "BITCHES", without even so much as looking back. Thursday pulls her hood up over her head like she didn't even see it and hides in the nearest closet. Oleander dissolves back into code and slips back into the computer sitting next to them. Cyrus gives a mournful look at the mournful piece of paper, before mournfully handing it over to Stanley and mournfully walking out of the room. Stanley stares at the piece of paper. Looks up at September. September looks at Stanley. Says, "No." And just... melts through the floor without another word.

Stanley looks back at the letter. He reads it again, thoroughly, realizing that the responsibility of responding to this mess has been left up to him. It's a heavy burden. Saving the couple's relationship, possibly. All weight down on his shoulders.

But what could he even have to say about this? This is... beyond his comprehension. Stanley has never really been in a relationship before. Well. Technically he has. It's just that he can't remember. And since he's been in both his own Office and the Haunted Office, he hasn't been in one. He's had some... rather strange "relationships" between himself and his Narrators, but he wouldn't consider those actual relationships. The closest he's gotten is his connection with Cyrus, but he isn't really sure what that even is. It's like they're dancing around each other with something that he can't quite name, but... he has no idea what it could be.

At any rate, none of it answers this letter for him. So, Stanley shrugs, puts the letter down on the desk next to him. pulls out a fresh piece of paper, and gets to writing his response.

Dear Reader,

I'm sorry to hear about your relationship. That sounds like a really rough situation to be in. I hope everything works out for you. I will try my best to help, although I have to admit my own experience with relationships is sparse.

I think sometimes we all make mistakes. We make the wrong choices without realizing they are the wrong choices at the time we make them. How can we know they are wrong until we make them? Until after the fact? You are already through the doorway before you realize it's the wrong path, and by then there is no going back. You can only forge ahead. There is always going to be a voice yelling at you to go back, that you've done the wrong thing, how could you mess everything up, you must be some kind of idiot. But the truth is, anybody could have been in your shoes. Anybody could have made your same mistake. The person yelling at you could have been anybody. Nobody is perfect, and you shouldn't hold yourself to it either.

I doubt Partner thinks that of you, and if they do, then they are not right for you. I think the only way you could hurt them more is by not saying anything to them at all. Silence is the worst thing, I think. Not having any answer. Not making any choice. It's the absence of choice that kills us. If you don't make any choice, you will never have an answer. You will be stuck in that room staring at two doors with a voice yelling at you, and the only way that voice will be right is if you don't do anything.

So pick a door. Go through one and make a choice. Even if it ends up giving a "bad" outcome, it was still a choice. Still a decision. Still something you chose to do. You will still have an answer, and a way of moving forward, a way of moving on, instead of being stuck.

I don't know if that helps at all. I hope it does. Good luck, Reader. I wish you and Partner the best.

Stanley

[yanderelmk]

Blasphemous Idolatry x GN Reader

A/N: The meme in question ------------------------------------------------------------- Once you got the call that Azure, Peng, and Yellowtusk all three were sick, Y/N rushed over with as many supplies as they could carry. Shoving open the door, Y/N saw all three of them sitting on the couch. Yellowtusk, as always, was sitting between Peng and Azure. All of them were wrapped up in a comedic amounts of blankets. They scurry over, quickly checking their temperatures. "I don't get it, I didn't think immortal beings could get sick! This must be really nasty, are you guys okay?" Azure gave a few coughs but ever so bravely said, "Worry not for us, dear Y/N. Perhaps it is something small that will pass. The weather is changing, after all. We are not Celestials, perhaps we are still susceptible to new strains?"

"I guess that makes sense. You poor things, what symptoms do you have?" Peng was letting his darling check his throat for irritation when Yellowtusk replied, "Chills, coughing, fatigue, aches of the body, headaches, sore throats, and nausea." Y/N raised an eyebrow. "That's pretty specific." Peng closed his beak. "We began tracking our symptoms before we took the test." "I see..." Y/N proceeded to run basic checks on all three of them for fever, red throats, and such. Surprisingly, none of them had fevers or an irritated looking throats. "Well maybe you guys just don't have obvious symptoms. I'll start making some soup, okay? I brought some medicine with me, I'll distribute it after you have some food in your systems." With that Y/N moved to the kitchen, placing their bag on the table. They were going to begin digging around for the soup pot when something caught their eye: a red colored pencil...right next to the three positive virus tests. Y/N picked up the test and squinted, realizing that the second line looked awfully uneven... A few minutes later Y/N carried trays carrying nutritious soups to the ailing demon kings, a bright smile on their face. "Good news, boys, I think a found a way to help! Since you guys are feeling so terribly, I called up a really good doctor I know to help perform a thorough examination. After all, if Infernal kings can catch a virus, we don't know what else you could have! I doubt you guys got vaccinated." A flash of concern crossed their faces but Peng smoothly replied, "How very thoughtful of you, my dear. But...what exactly does "thorough" mean?" "I'll just put it this way...no nook or cranny will be unchecked." At this the three begin to choke, Azure quickly getting up from the couch. "By the Buddha, I suddenly am better!" Y/N crossed their arms and said sarcastically, "It's almost like you were never sick." Azure laughed nervously. "What gave us away?" "You left the colored pencil out on the table." Azure and Peng both turned to look a Yellowtusk, who was drinking his soup straight from the bowl, trunk lifted out of the way. When he noticed their stares he said, "I will not be blamed for this. It was Azure's idea!" "I don't care whose idea it was. You guys, if you want me to give you more attention, please just say so. I got really worried." The kings got up from their seats, carefully giving a group hug. "Alright, we will bear that in mind." As he said this, Azure's face suddenly scrunched up and he let out a sneeze, making a sound quite similar to a kitten. His eyes widened at this. "Uh oh." Y/N sighed. "I'll go get the thermometer." Truly, there was never a dull moment with these three.