#please help me with music kids i have really weird taste and i don't know Cool Music

[supermarine-silvally]

Yara, do you have a playlist?

"You can find it below."

[yes, I dusted off my Spotify account for this lol I don't use Spotify that often, I'll admit. Also, please give me song ideas! I'm not very Hip With The Kids when it comes to music, so if you know of any songs that feel like they have Yara Vibes, please send them my way!! The Portada playlist would be a whole other playlist entirely but idk if I'll make one. Maybe at some point, if anyone would want lol]

Ask Yara (or any of my OCs) anything!

[mwahsturns]

First choice // Matt Sturniolo Pt 1

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

Contains: cussing, fluff, flirting, talk of death, Semi-proof read! I think that’s it let me know if there’s more! Also if there’s any grammar or spelling mistakes please ignore them 😭🙏🏻

Synopsis: Y/n works at a record store and one day while she’s working two very cute guys walk into the store but one especially catches her eye and later so happens they end up having more then just there music taste in common ;)

Word Count:1,890

Author’s notes: Hii bbys !! <3, So I’ve never written a fic before or posted on tumblr, So I’m sorry if this is bad I’m new at this please go easy on me😭🙏🏻. If you guys have any suggestions, tips or advice please message me I hope you enjoy my new series!!, this took me a very long time to come up with so I hope you love it💗.

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The sound of music always brought me peace, I work at a record shop because I love being around vinyls and just anything music related really. I also really enjoy reading It's always brought me a sense of comfort as well as writing and poetry. Honestly it makes me really happy, and ever since I was a kid I've always written songs and maybe sang a little bit but that’s a secret. I don't know what it is but I always feel like it helps me forget about everything that’s wrong in my life, my parents died when I was 16 so it’s always been just me and my two little brothers. I love them more than anything and I'd do anything for them. Today was just a regular day at work I was putting vinyls on the racks that they go on when two guys walk into the store, I look over and give them a soft smile.

‘hii welcome let me know if you need any help finding any artist or vinyl specifically’ they smile at me and nod as one of the boys catches my eye, I’m a very shy person so I decided not to say anything unless I needed to. After a couple minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and saw the guy who caught my eye standing in front of me. ‘hi um i wanted to ask you something’ he seemed very nervous but also very confident weird mix. ‘yes of course how can i help you’ I smiled softly at him hoping to make him more comfortable, ‘do you happen to have “circles” by Mac miller’ he says as he does a side smile. I smile at him as I think about how I also enjoy mac miller.

‘yea over here!’ i walk over and pull it off the rack, ‘this is one of my favorites’ i say chuckling, ‘i really like this one’ he says turning the vinyl around. ‘what other artists do you like?’ ‘i really like d4vd and um frank ocean oh! Omg Dominic Fike omg Tyler the creator?! is so amazing and oh my god i'm rambling im so sorry’ I blushed getting a little nervous, ‘nah you're good’ he smiles as I look up at him and smile softly. We stand there until the guy he came with comes up to him ‘woah you guys twins or am I dumb?’ ‘nahh triplets’ he says laughing ’oh cool” i say and start checking them out. ‘You're the first to not ask us a million and one questions about being triplets’ he chuckles, ‘yea nah y'all will tell me over time’ I smirk i say with my boston accent coming through a little.

‘oh so you plan on getting to know us’ he smirks a little ‘oh totally y’all look cool’ I laugh, ‘you're from boston?’ The other guy says noticing my backpack in the back with the Boston logo. ‘yes i am’ i laugh ‘us too!’ ‘What's your name?’ The guy who got my eye says ‘I’m y/n’ ‘cool im matt and hes chris’ ahh Matt hot guy hot name. ‘cool!’ I hand them the bag and me and Matt make eye contact, ‘have a good day’ ‘thanks you too’ matt says smiling at me. They walk out and i really hope i see them again.

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  I finally got to clock out of work It was so tiring and I needed to make sure my little brothers were ok. I get to my car and get settled in and connect my phone to the aux and play “Ivy” by Frank Ocean. I’m so glad to be going home I think as I started driving I decided that I was gonna pick up a pizza for my little brothers because I got paid today and I know how much they love pizza. We aren't broke completely but we definitely struggle sometimes recently things have been rough but I finally got a promotion so it's getting a little easier I got the pizza and started heading home I got home and when i opened the door and my brothers cody and alex run up to me and ‘sissyyyy we missed you’ alex says hugging me, ‘aww i miss you too bud’ ‘sissy you bought pizza!’ Cody says looking like his eyes are gonna pop out of his head. 

 

i walk over to alexa who’s been my best friend for years, she helps me with my brothers and just around the house ‘thank you so much lex’ i say hugging her ‘Of course love that's what best friends are for’ she says smiling softly ‘wanna spend the night and when i put them to bed we can talk?’ ‘yeah okay sure’ Alexa smiles at me while i feed the boys.

I start to give the boys a shower and as i’m showering cody he looks up at me with the biggest smile on his face. ‘sissy I wanna be just like you when i grow up.’ He says playing with the bubbles, ‘aww little c i love you a lot bub and i know one day you’ll be even better than me’ i say tearing up, cody has always been more clingy to me than Alex is but not as much, cody doesn’t like to leave my side and he is the sweetest kid ever. Him saying he wants to be like me does hurt a little because I've been through a lot of shit but the fact that I look strong in his eyes makes up for it all. I put them to bed and Me Alexa got some wine and took a seat on the couch.

‘So how was your day?’ She says sitting next to me. ‘it was good omg lex these two really cute brothers came into the shop and oh my god girl’ I say blushing thinking of Matt ‘speaking of cute brothers you know the guy i was talking to?’ ‘yes why?’ ‘this is him and his brother I’d think you like him’ she turns her phone and pulls out a picture.

‘hold up hold up let me see that?!’ i say taking the phone from her ‘omg thats the cute guys that came in today’ ‘Omg?! yeah i've been talking to chris for a minute now’ ‘matt’s pretty attractive just sayin’ I couldn’t help myself but blush i don’t know what’s wrong with me fuck Y/N get it together. ‘oooo y/n has a crush?’ ‘oh shut the fuck up’ ‘oh come on you haven’t had a boyfriend since your parents died’ she says starting to get serious, ‘i know but my brothers mean the world to me lex i need to make sure there ok i don’t have the time’ I would love to give Matt a chance but i don’t know.

‘your brothers would want you to be happy y/n/n’ she says rubbing my knee, ‘I know but it's not about me being happy i need to make sure there happy i have to be a mother figure to them they need me’ ‘i get that babes but you need to remember you lost them too your only 20 rasing two kids you need to be a kid too especially since you were forced to grow up so quick’ i look at her and nod I mean I understand where she’s coming from but my brothers are all I know. ‘i love you y/n i'm just looking out for you ima head to bed goodnight love’ ‘night babes’ as she walks off and goes to into the guest room i kinda sit there think about what she said and i mean she's right but i can’t risk something happening to my brothers.  I head upstairs and head to bed because i have another day of work but holy fuck thank god it's friday. 

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I woke up the next morning only because my alarm for work went off and i see it’s 9:44 so i know Alexa is getting my brothers ready for school I get out of the bed and i started to get ready for work. I finished getting ready for work when my younger brother Cody came into the room with tears in his eyes. ‘sis…’ he says in a sad tone I turned around quickly and scooped him into my arms ‘aww what's wrong love?’ i say concerned.

‘i don’t wanna go to school i wanna stay home with you can you please skip work..’ he says in a whiny tone, ‘Aww bub i wish i could help but you know the rules’ When i got custody of cody and alex the court gave me really strict rules to follow, i had to make sure they were always at school, they weren’t falling and that i kept a stable job and make enough money or else they would take them away. ‘I know but i hate being at school kids are mean to me and alex’ i look at him feeling bad but i don’t wanna risk losing them. ‘I’m sorry bub if i could keep you and alex with me 24/7 forever i would’ i say hugging him tightly.

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i got to work over an hour ago and to say its boring is an understatement. Just as i think that i hear the bell ring meaning someone walked into the store, i look up ready to greet them and i realize its matt. ‘Matt? Hey’ i say smiling. ‘Hey um i know this might be weird but i um.. Well so my brother chris the one that was with me last time uh i found out that the girl hes been talking to happens to be your best friend right?’ ‘yeah shes my best friend’ ‘well um she kinda encouraged me to come back..’ ‘what do you mean?’ ‘well i uh wanted to see if you were willing to go out with me… you don’t have to its o-‘ he starts to say but i cut him off. ‘Sure why not’ i say smiling i don’t know what happened but he was too sweet for me to say no to.

‘Wait really?’ ‘yea i mean i can’t deny you are pretty cute..’ ‘well thank you’ he laughs damn something about the way he laughs i dont know but it feels almost addicting to listen to. ‘Uh are you free saturday?’ ‘yeah i am’ i smile ‘sweet! Ill text you’ ‘okay bye matt’ ‘bye” he blushed a little bit as he left the shop. Shit who’s gonna watch cody and alex?!                                                                   

Author’s notes:heyyy I’m back! So I hope you enjoyed the first part of this series and I’m sorry if there was any typos, spelling mistakes, etc I’ll try to fix the ones I can if I miss anything please let me know but I hope you enjoy and have a great day 💋

[ray-jaykub]

Hi! I'm a new follower! @hagelpaimon recommended you for this specific request. If you're interested, I was wondering if you could write some Bayverse fluff for me.

F!Reader has a southern accent and even though it isn't thick, there are certain words she says that makes her sound like a country bumpkin. And her turtle S/O (lovingly, of course) teases her for it. You can make it for each turtle or just Donnie. And you can make it NSFW if you wanna. Whatever you think fits! Thank you and happy writing 🐢💙❤️💜🧡

Thought I would crawl out of my adult cave and answer an ask that spoke to me. And as a country bumpkin (hoot hoot, very, very south georgia), I can say this hits the mark. I'm gonna do a little of all the turtles and

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Now, as someone who grew up around people who talked like me, I assumed I could hide it well. But that wasn't until I started sending audio messages back and forth with @moxfirefly did I realized how bad it was... Now I've never tried writing a southern accent, despite having one, so bear with me.

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Leo:

- He finds it so endearing and sweet and just can't find it in his heart to make fun of you

- Like, the way you call his name? The twang makes him smile because that means time with you

- His brothers and him obviously don't get out and talk to people, so I can imagine they're probably a lil stumped on why you sound the way you do

- Luckily, Leo is an old western movie fan, so at least he knows Cowboys.... please be patient with him

- If you're shy about the way you talk, he won't acknowledge it, but over time, he hopes you two get comfortable enough that you'll express yourself more

- Seriously, can't get over when you call him or his brother's names. Like omg they just said "Dawnie" and the way you pronounce Manhattan?

Raphael:

- Why you sound like that??

- Definitely believes you're from some weird part of New York, or God forbid Jersey

- Won't and will not understand unless you play country music for him and go like "these are my people"

- makes you a country mix, even if you don't like country. He's trying! You can't deny him that

-He says it's to make you feel "closer to home" and honestly, it lowkey works when you're feeling home sick

- He sees a cowboy film??? Prepare for him to throw a cowboy hat on your noggin

-Save a horse ride a cowboy, yeah? (I'm cringing)

Donnie:

- LOVES IT, ADORES IT

- He's really big on dialect and accents, especially for someone he fancies

- Will ask you to say certain words at random times of the day, early mornings when you haven't woken up, late at night when you're sleepy

- When you're angry???

- He has to hold out on bringing the recorder. But he's taking in every word

- Just imagine yelling at him, and he's looking at you with big doe eyes because wow... when was a country accent kinda sexy??

- He has to say one of his favorite things is when you both are whispering, and he leans down to hear you better, woof 😮‍💨

- He needs a southern girl 😤 GIVE HIM A TASTE OF THE SOUTH

Mikey:

- Will tease you, mock you, repeat every word you say... with love of course

- just expect to hear his lil giggle after you've said something particularly southern

- If you're the type to say our phrases (colder than a witches tit, you call undies breeches, you make crazy comparisons) he will adopt them and look stupid doing it

- Just imagine Mikey, surfer dude, New Yorker, saying, "I reckon"

- Like baby... please hush

- lowkey the one that helped Raph make the country mix tape, added a few personal favorites (the fucking wal-mart yodeling kid, for some reason)

- Gets you boots, even if you don't wear them, and tries really hard to convince you to dress like Barbie in her cowgirl outfit

- Never a dull moment with this doofus

........Go Dawgs

[namusthetic]

The Weird Relatives at the Family Reunion

Half the rumors at the dining table involve them, but they attend family reunions just to cause drama. Their alliance still stands, and gets stronger each gathering.

No.1 - The Chaotic

Is made 70% out of anger issues and 30% out of spite

Does not care about people's opinions and judgement

Has no patience

Mom friend, scolds you first and then takes care of you anyway

Has their life organized, knows what they want

Only listens to a few selected people whom they trust

Devours sexists for breakfast

Their resistance to caffeine is the same as that of a 5-year-old to sugar

"Bold of you to assume I've reached my peak of dumbass"

Avoids physical touch

Their love language is food giving / cooking

A public danger when driving (and in general)

Eats cereals from the box

Falls completely silent when angry

Probably made a deal with the devil for clear skin

Hates the government with a passion

Listens to hard rock, metal and techno, not necessarily in this order

Helps children with mischievous plans

Ready to throw hands and chew people out if someone is getting bullied

Slapstick humor

Plots new, fun ways of causing mayhem

Catchphrase: "Improvise, attack, overcome."

Playlist:

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

Istanbul (Not Constantinople) by They Might Be Giants

all the good girls go to hell by Billie Eilish

Cigarette Ahegao by Penelope Scott

LA ESPADA by Eternal Raijin

Scopin by Kordhell

Besos I by Bo Burnham

Supermassive Black Hole by Muse

My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone

Maneater by Nelly Furtado

spy? by WHOKILLEDXIX

Let's Groove by Earth, Wind & Fire

No.2 - The Neutral

Always looks half asleep or annoyed or both

Sarcasm and dark humor

Done with everyone's shit

"save the bees, punch a racist"

comes off as kind and easy-going, but would watch the world burn and not bat an eye

Is inclined to tollerate you better if you offer them coffee or cookies or if you start talking about books

Will cover for you if they like you, tell on you if they don't, you'll never know which one it is until the last second

They'll sit down in a spot away from the family chaos to either ignore or judge everyone

Has a keen eye for body language and nonverbal communication

Bad at managing anxiety and stress

"binarism is for computers, do I look like a fuckin MacBook to you?"

Says they don't like kids but carries candy in their pockets for their nephews

Commitment and trust issues

Starts yelling when they get really mad

Their love languages are acts of service and quality time

Not easy to impress, unless you start the conversation quoting Shakespeare or Dante

Passive aggressive

Listens to literally anything except country music

Hates parents who don't take their children seriously, so they're always ready to lend a ear and give advice

Helps no. 1 plotting by giving technical details and suggestions

Catchphrase: "Oh, I haven't told them good morning simply because I don't think they deserve one"

Playlist:

These Times by Far Caspian

Treehouse by Alex G, Emily Yacina

Tired by beabadoobee

Summer Child by Conan Gray

Young by Vacations

Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now by The Smiths

The Adults Are Talking by The Strokes

O Children by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Sex, Drugs, Etc. by Beach Weather

Bitter Taste by Billy Idol

Obstacles by Syd Matters

No.3 - The Lawful

Sensitive, must protect

Love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch

Cannot cook for the life of them

Made of sunshine and rainbows

"Please, assume I have dignity"

Sweet but awkward

Wears sunglasses to hide the eye bags

Always rushing somewhere

Loves children

Takes things personally and thus gets hurt too often

Quotes cringy positivity lines

Hard working

Always brings something to eat

Is actually the most insecure about themselves and their body

No.1 and no.2 are ready to physically fight anyone who is mean to them

Cheers you up and has your back

Ready to forgive and forget, rarely blames people for stuff

Too willing to give second chances

Gives stern scoldings if they're mad

When something goes wrong they take it badly and get really sad

A cinnamon roll inside and outside

Knows how to play several instrument so they sing and play for children

Tries to keep no.1 and no.2 from achieving world domination

Catchphrase: "Even if the world is big, you're enough for it"

Playlist:

El Mismo Sol by Alvaro Soler

Brazil by Declan McKenna

OUR SUMMER by TXT

Baby I'm Yours by Arctic Monkeys

Hey Lover! by Wabie

Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles

NIGHT DANCER by imase

HOME by BTS

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse

Bossa No Sé by Cuco ft. Jean Carter

Swing Lynn by Harmless

Promise by Jimin

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

I'm married and have children with WHO?!

Summary: Francesca and Violetta meet up with a magical girl named Roxy who takes them through different universes, where in every universe, something is always different and not everyone is with the same person they were with previously. Things get weird. And confusing. Send help.

The Violetta and Francesca we meet from this story is from what I would call "universe 1". It's a universe where Leonetta, Diecesca, Luty and Camila has children. Pablangie also has a kid, and Maxi and Andres is hinted to have kids. There is also a "universe 2" where everything here is the same, except that Franletta instead are married with kids. Often when I write fics, it either takes place in universe 1 or 2, the ones Vilu and Fran are together with determining it. Every other universe shown in this fic is simply made up for the occasion.

Violetta and Francesca sat in Violetta's backyard, clinking their glasses together. They were wearing their bikinis, and sunbathed as they had a careful eye on their respective daughters. Violetta's daughter Isadora and Francesca's daughter Diana were 2 years old, and played in the pool. A kiddie pool, don't worry, they did not let their toddlers go loose in a big pool.

It was soon time for the girls' naps and Violetta and Francesca hoped to let them tire themselves out. 

"Vilu, do you ever think you want to have more kids?" Francesca asked.

"I don't know. We'll see what the future holds. Right now I'm so pleased with just my little Isa."

"I feel the same. You know, I wanted to have three kids initially. But... you know how much Diana inspired me to write more songs."

"Yeah, your songs were beautiful on that album." As Vilu and Fran had gotten their kids just around a month or two apart, they spent a lot of time together taking walks and hanging out as they took care of their little ones. Similarly to what Violetta's mom did for her, both her and Francesca felt inspiration to write songs based on motherhood, and their love for their children. They released an album together and often sang songs from it as lullabies for their girls.

"I've realized just how much I wanna continue with my music career," Francesca said. "So, I think, once Diana is a bit older I'm gonna go back fully. I don't think I'm gonna have time to have more kids right now."

Violetta nodded. "I feel the same. I think it's so luxurious we can be home and work on music, but I wanna get out again."

Their daughters seemed to grow tired, so they saw it as a perfect opportunity to get them to bed.

Just 10 minutes later, the toddlers had fallen asleep, cuddling in Isadora's crib. It went smooth today.

"What do you wanna do now?" Violetta asked.

"I don't know, relax?" Francesca chuckled.

Violetta gave her a smug face. "I have a new wine."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I had to hide it really well, because Isadora is in a phase where she likes to open and close and grab onto everything she sees."

She dug out the wine bottle. It had the name Roxy on it.

"Camila gave it to me," Violetta said. "You can imagine why..."

"Did she make it herself? It seems a bit homemade..."

"Yeah, either she did it or her witch aunt. So let's hope there's no weird spell in this. She didn't say anything about it, though."

"Let's taste it and see what happens!"

They both poured up a glass each and took a sip.

"It tastes like regular wine," Francesca shrugged. 

"Yeah, it was fine..."

Then suddenly, and without warning, there was a flashing light. At first, they thought it was just the sun getting brighter, but no... it was something else. 

Something seemed to emerge from the flashing light... a red haired person? Blood red. Like... the wig Violetta had when she was... 

Suddenly, a carbon copy of Roxy, Violetta's alter ego, stood in front of them.

"Uh..." Violetta let out, "Who... are you?"

"I'm Roxy!" Roxy exclaimed.

"Yeah, but like... how? Who are you really? Roxy doesn't exist."

Roxy giggled. "Oh, in this universe, I don't! But you see, from my universe, I do exist!"

"Violetta, am I drunk?" Francesca asked. "This is not good, I can't go home later drunk with my toddler, I have to spend the night..."

"If you're drunk, I'm drunk," Violetta said. "But wait... I've never hallucinated when I'm drunk..."

"Are we drug tripping?! Was there drugs in Camila's witch spell wine?! Jesus Christ, keep it away from our children!"

"Take it easy," Roxy said. "Take my hand."

Violetta and Francesca unsurely looked at her.

"Take my hand," Roxy repeated. They did. 

As Roxy held both of their hands, she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Then suddenly, they traveled through this... void... it kinda looked like the digital world the three friends entered in that australian kids show. 

"Do you feel calmer?"

"Kind of?" Violetta asked. "But where are we?"

"We're traveling through the universes."

"Ok, but like... why?"

"Because it's fun."

"Hold on," Francesca said, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

Roxy took a deep breath, "Ok, you see... you live in what my device calls 'universe 1'. The ones you're married to, the ones your friends are together with, it's all supposed to be like that in that universe. But in other universes, things may be a little different... you might be married to completely other people, have completely other children, and live completely different lives. In some universes, you might not even know each other. Francesca, there's a universe in which you never moved from Italy! Violetta, there's a universe in which your mother never died when you were young!"

"Okay..." Violetta said, "And are we gonna see those universes?"

"Nope! That would take too long! We're simply gonna look through the universes in which you had the exact same upbringing as you had now, only that your current life is different!"

"I'm still very confused," Francesca admitted.

"You won't be for much longer! We're now entering universe 2!"

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They ended up at what appeared to be Camila's house. 

"Who lives here?" Roxy asked.

"Camila," Vilu and Fran said in unison.

"Alright! Checking my device, she... still lives here. And she has a child named..."

"Kim."

"She does in this universe, too! Huh! So that's still the same."

They teleported to a new place.

"Ludmila and Naty lives here," Violetta explained, "In our universe."

"According to the device, they still live here, with their daughter... Stella?"

They nodded. This was the same.

Roxy went through the list. "Ok, I'm comparing universes here. Many similarities to your universe... Camila is the same, Ludmila and Naty is the same... your families are all the same... Maxi and Andrés have their twin boys in this universe, too..."

"Wait, what?" Violetta asked. "Maxi and Andres... they aren't even together!"

"Oh..." Roxy then started giggling. "Well, spoilers! They're gonna have some twin boys down the line!" Then she gasped. "Oohh... there is one thing that sticks out from this universe!"

"What?" Violetta asked.

She smirked. "Let me show you!"

They teleported to a brand new house.

"Who lives here?" Francesca asked.

"You."

"Me?"

"And you," Roxy pointed at Violetta aswell.

"We both live here?" Violetta asked. "Why?"

"You'll see..."

They suddenly noticed a little girl running out from the door. 

"Aww... she looks like you, Vilu!" Francesca said.

Then a slightly younger little girl came running out.

"And she looks like you!" Violetta said.

"Wait, girls!" a voice called. It sounded like Violetta.

Indeed, the Violetta from this universe stepped out on the porch. She was holding a little baby, with red curly hair. Francesca from this universe stepped out, too, standing next to her.

"Is that my kid?" Violetta asked.

"It is. He's adopted."

"That black haired little girl looks like me," Francesca said, "But she doesn't look like my Diana."

"And that brunette looks like me, but she's not my Isadora," Violetta said. 

Roxy turned to Francesca. "Have you ever wondered how it would be if you had three kids, like you originally planned to have before you settled with just one?"

"How do you know I-"

"I know everything. Anyway, in this universe, you do have three kids!"

"What? Where's the other two?"

"All three are in front of you!"

"But... aren't...?"

Suddenly, the Violetta and Francesca from this universe turned to each other with a glance. They then shared a kiss.

"Eww!" the brunette girl exclaimed.

"You have to accept that your mommies love each other, Elina!" this universe's Francesca said in a sing-song voice.

Meanwhile, the Francesca and Violetta from universe 1 stared in shock.

"Are we...?" Violetta said, lost at words.

Roxy smiled. "In this universe, none of you could really work it out with any of your boyfriends, and you instead started dating each other. This lead to a marriage, which led to three kids. Two of them produced with IVF, your beautiful daughters Elina and Carolina, and one adopted son named Oliver."

"I don't know how to feel," Francesca said. "I mean, I..." She smiled awkwardly at Vilu, "I wouldn't mind it... but..."

"I get it," Violetta said, smiling back. "We seem very happy together in this universe. But... where's Leon? And Diego?"

"The device does not say," Roxy said. "Literally, it just gets an error message. Maybe the universe has not decided yet..."

Violetta and Francesca weren't sure they wanted to know what that meant.

"But even if our kids in this universe look very adorable, I miss my Diana!" Francesca exclaimed. Violetta nodded, missing her own daughter aswell. 

"Well, then I have happy news, because you'll see your respective daughters again in the next universe we travel to!" Roxy assured them. "The next universe is called the 'canon endgames universe'."

"What does that mean?" Violetta asked.

"Don't worry about it."

-

As they entered the new universe, they ended up outside the house Violetta and Leon lived in with their daughter. Violetta sighed in relief. "Am I married to Leon?"

"You are," Roxy assured her, "And your little Isadora exists here. And your Diana exists, because you're married to Diego in this universe, Francesca." 

"I'm glad," Francesca said, "Mostly because of my daughter, but my husband isn't so bad either, hehe..."

"Well, while you two are back at the status quo... basically everyone else you know have it quite different."

They teleported to a park. Roxy immediately pointed at a teenage girl walking further away. She resembled Broduey in a way, but there were other genes mixed in too.

"Broduey has a daughter?" Francesca asked. Broduey didn't have any kids in her universe.

"Mhm... and guess who he has a daughter with."

Violetta and Francesca thought for a moment.

"You can go up to her, we're invisible," Roxy said. So, Francesca and Violetta did just that. 

"Is it just me, or does she also look a bit like... Camila?" Violetta whispered. She didn't know why she whispered, as no one could hear her as they were invisible.

"I know!" Francesca said, "But that's impossible! Broduey and Camila never worked out!"

"Maybe not in your universe," Roxy said.

Suddenly, a middle-aged looking Camila and Broduey ran up to the girl. Both of them were carrying toddlers. It seems like they had four kids in total, but the other three seemed to be triplets. Twins and triplets ran in Camila's family, so it wasn't too surprising. But oh boy, they seemed to have their hands full. 

"I don't wanna talk to you," the teenager said. 

"Sweetie, please," Camila said.

"I'm gonna go meet my friends," the teenager snapped and walked away from them. Broduey and Camila sighed. They were clearly stressed, holding three toddlers who wanted to wiggle out of their grip, and also a moody teenager at that. 

"I wanna hope that their marriage is healthy and good," Francesca said, "And that we just caught them on a bad day."

Broduey and Camila then started arguing, the way they always argued when they themselves were teenagers.

But then, like a minute later, they stopped, catched their breaths and put down all three toddlers so that they could share a kiss.

"I'm sorry," Camila said.

"I'm sorry," Broduey said.

They then noticed all three toddlers had ran off in different directions.

Camila took a deep breath. "Ready?"

Broduey took her hand. "Always."

They then ran in opposite directions, catching a toddler each, and then with the two toddlers on their grip, both went towards the third and grabbed them quickly. 

All in all, it seemed like their life was chaotic, but they seemed to manage.

"Ok, they seem to make it work," Violetta said.

"I say the triplets might have gotten their marriage a new spark," Roxy said, "Before they were born, and they just had their daughter... I don't wanna speak about it. It's why she is the way she is. Anyway, let's move on!"

Francesca and Violetta didn't have time to even say anything before they suddenly got teleported to a new house. 

They noticed a child around 12 years old standing by a car. "Mom! Hurry up!"

Out came Ludmila. She was also looking pretty middle aged.

"Is everyone older in this universe?" Violetta asked. "Camila and Broduey have a teenager."

"Yes, I forgot to mention, this universe is 10 years ahead. Your kids are almost teenagers, but I didn't want you to see them," Roxy explained, "I wanted you to watch them grow up for yourselves, in your own universe."

"Well, that's nice," Francesca said. "Is this Ludmila's... kid?"

"Mhm!"

"And let me guess... not with Naty."

"Not with Naty, no."

"Who, then?" Violetta asked. "A girl she met later in life, maybe?"

Roxy shook her head. 

Out came Federico. He wrapped his arms around Ludmila and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"She and Fede...?" Violetta asked. 

"Is Ludmila closeted in this universe?" Francesca asked. "Or does she have a different sexuality?"

"Now, universes may be different, but people's personality and sexual orientation always stays the same," Roxy explained. "But Ludmila is not bisexual, nor pan, nor likes any other gender other than girls. She is closeted."

"Yeah, we know... she had a rough coming out with her mom..." Violetta said. 

"There is a universe in which Priscila Ferro married a woman named Sharon instead of your dad," Roxy said.

"What-"

"We won't visit that universe, as that does not have anything to do with you. But it's fun, Ludmila got a stepsister that was in a similar situation to her and the two bonded together and stopped their moms from taking over the world, which they were fully capable of doing because both Sharon and Priscila are dangerous women... anyway, in that universe she at least didn't push you down the stairs, Vilu, but she did push another teenage girl down the stairs. But I'm getting off topic, that universe as I mentioned has nothing to do with you!"

"Mom, you're so slow!" the kid sighed, "I wanna go to the mall!"

"We will go to the mall," Ludmila said very calmly, "You just have to be patient."

"She never raises her voice at her kid because she wants to do everything opposite from her own mother," Roxy explained.

"That makes sense," Violetta said. 

"While you go to the mall, I'm gonna go make some dinner for my two stars!" Federico said in a cheerful tone. Ludmila smiled at him. There was kind of a sadness in her smile, but it was there.

"They do have a happy marriage, they do," Roxy assured them, "But their kid definitely suspects Ludmila. I'm sure in a few years it's gonna be some drama with that. Anyway, wanna see who Naty ended up with?"

They teleported to a new place. Immediately, they saw Maxi and Naty together in the backyard of a house. They had two little children, one boy and one girl, running around. Naty sighed in relief.

"At least they don't destroy everything in our house now," Naty said. 

"Only our backyard," Maxi chuckled.

"Now, Naty is also closeted, but so is Maxi, so it's ok," Roxy explained. "And they have a decent life. They got twins a few years back. Wild little things, they like to run around a lot, Maxi and Naty are often exhausted. But hey, that's parenthood."

"So Maxi gets twins in every universe?" Francesca asked.

"Maxi does get twins in every universe, yes. In every other universe he has them with Andrés, but in this specific one, he has them with Naty."

"I'm still so surprised him and Andrés are gonna be a thing," Violetta chuckled. "But it also makes sense."

"They seem to be doing ok together," Francesca said, "But I still think Naty and Ludmila are happier together."

"Yeah, and Maxi and Andrés."

"Maybe in your universe," Roxy shrugged. "Despite what I've told you, we have only seen a small glimpse of their relationships. But I can tell you there's one relationship that I'm happy is only in this universe."

They teleported to Violetta's childhood house. 

"What are we doing here?"

Roxy put a hand on her shoulder. "Violetta... I don't know how I'm gonna put this in the best way... your aunt and your dad are married."

"What?!"

"Mhm. And you support it in this universe."

"I-"

"Wait..." Francesca said, "Do they have children?"

Roxy shook her head.

"That's a relief," Violetta said, "I can't imagine them... but also... poor Angie... she really wanted kids. But I can understand she doesn't want to have kids with dad."

"Let's look at a glimpse of their marriage life," Roxy said, teleporting them inside the house.

Germán sat on the couch, as Angie came inside with some tea.

"I decided to give you some tea while you work," she said gently.

"Thank you, Angie." Germán laid back, "Ough, could you give me a massage, too? My back really hurts."

"Of course." She smiled and started giving him a massage.

"Aaah! That's the spot! Ooh, you're so good at this, Angie! I love you!" He kissed her arm that was leaning over his shoulder. 

"I love you, too."

Violetta stared at this in disbelief. "I have to admit I had a dream they'd be together once... but that was before I really knew how bad my dad was and I just wanted Angie to stay with me forever. I don't care if they have a happy marriage or whatever, I don't... like it. I think it's weird! Am I a bad daughter?"

"Yes," Roxy said. "But it's ok, he's a bad father."

"He really is," Francesca said. Violetta stared at her. "What?" Francesca asked, "It's true!"

"But it might also be weird because I know just how happy she is with Pablo in our universe," Violetta said. "And they have their daughter... and Angie is happier than what I've ever seen her."

"Can we go to another universe?" Francesca asked.

"Sure! Let us spice it up!" Roxy exclaimed. "Now, how do you feel about polygamy?"

"Uh-"

"No time to speak, we're gonna travel now!"

-

They ended up in a large room. It appeared to be a party of some sorts.

"Who's birthday is it?" Violetta asked.

"It is very unclear," Roxy admitted. "It might not be a birthday at all, but just a gathering."

"Look! Naty and Ludmila are together with Stella again!" Francesca exclaimed, pointing at Naty holding baby Stella, as Ludmila was cooing at her.

"And Camila has Kim!" Violetta added, noticing Kim sitting on Camila's shoulders. They were happy to see their friends have their kids back.

They then noticed Maxi and Andrés leaning against each other in the corner.

"Oh, they're together?" Violetta asked.

Roxy nodded. "In this universe, they just got together, but the twins are not here yet! But the important thing here is you four over there."

They noticed this universe's version of Violetta, Francesca, Diego and Leon stand over at a table. Violetta and Francesca were holding two girls that appeared to be their separate daughters at home. 

"I wanna say right off the bat, that's not Isadora and Diana," Roxy explained.

"Why?" Francesca asked.

"Because Isadora and Diana can never be siblings. Neither can Stella and Kim."

"Why not?" Violetta asked. "And what do you mean with siblings?"

"When your daughters turn into teenagers, something will happen with their relationship that would make any other universe very weird if they were siblings. And about that... these two girls you see in front of you were conceived with the ones you are married to in your universe... but they have other names here, and while they aren't biologically siblings, they... are."

"Hold up, what?" Francesca asked, feeling super confused. 

Roxy formed a mischievous grin. "Violetta, do you notice that you're pregnant?"

Violetta looked down on herself and frowned. "What?"

"No, not you, the other you! This universe's you!"

Indeed. This universe's Violetta handed over the toddler she had carried to Leon, and the second she did, you could see her bump. 

"Me and Leon are gonna get another baby?" Violetta asked.

"Not you and Leon. You and Diego."

Violetta stopped her tracks. "But... who's the black haired toddler that Francesca is carrying?"

"That's also Diego's."

"You lost us," Francesca said. 

"Remember when I asked you how you felt about polygamy? Well, in this universe, the four of you got very close on your trip to Madrid that one time... and you became so inseparable that you all four decided to date each other!" 

"Uh..." 

"None of you are married, that is still illegal. But you wanted to start a family, so you got yourself two kids, paired up Violetta and Leon and Diego and Francesca. But now, you're ready for a third, and so Diego decided to try mixing his genes with Violetta. Who knows if you get a fourth mixing Leon and Fran's, that all depends on how much you can handle three children."

"I..." Violetta tried to figure out how to react to this. "... ok..."

"As long as we're happy...?" Francesca said, raising an eyebrow. 

Roxy lit up. "Oh, if you say that, you're gonna love the next universe we're visiting! I call it the 'nothing-is-the-same-as-any-other-universe-universe'!"

-

They arrived in a living room. Violetta looked out the window. "Huh. We're in Madrid...?"

"Yes, you live here now," Roxy said. 

"Okay... why, and also with who?"

"You live here with your husband who missed his home country so much, and you were happy to move here for him!"

Right then, this universe's Violetta came in with groceries. She turned around. "Come on, can't you help me carry at least one bag?"

"They're so heavy!" a whiny voice replied.

Violetta and Francesca stiffened. They recognized that voice. It sounded like Sniff from the Moomins, but more a much darker voice. 

Out came Tomas, and gave Violetta a kiss on the cheek. ”Can you be a dear and get the rest of the grocery bags?”

”Okay,” This universe-Violetta playfully rolled her eyes. 

”How did I end up with Tomas?” Violetta asked.

”Well, you never forgot about him after he moved, and he never forgot about you either,” Roxy said as she wiggled her eyebrows. ”You kept in contact and eventually started dating… and now, here you are!”

”Do we have kids?”

”You don’t. It’s not that you don’t want them, but making them is hard, because Tomas has a tendency to… finish quickly?” 

Both women scrunched their faces up and shook their heads as they waved their hands around. 

”Thanks, I don’t wanna hear!” Violetta exclaimed.

”Why not, it’s your husband!”

”My husband is Leon and he’s the only one I can picture be a father to my children!”

”Is he the same as Tomas in bed?”

Violetta went silent for a moment, not sure if she would share such intimate details. Then she remembered Francesca practically knew everything as the two of them talked about intimate subjects a lot, and Roxy was this weird all-knowing universe bender. ”I’ll have you know Leon knows exactly how to satisfy both me and himself. Thank you.”

This universe’s Violetta came back upstairs with the last of the groceries.

”You can at least put them where they’re supposed to be,” she told him, ”I’m gonna go shower.”

As she left, Tomas started packing up the groceries. Right away however, they noticed he was putting things all wrong. Things supposed to be in the fridge was put in the cupboard, he put apples in the freezer for some reason, and just left it very disorganized.

”He’s doing it on purpose so that he doesn’t have to do it in the future, because you’d think he’d ’only do it wrong’,” Roxy explained.

”Lazy ass fuck,” Francesca mumbled. Everyone turned to her, as she usually didn’t swear. ”What? Let me!” 

”I’m annoyed,” Violetta admitted, ”Why does me in this universe stay with him?”

”Because you love him in this universe,” Roxy said. ”When you come out of the shower, you’re gonna go give him a massage because you love him so much.”

”Oh my god, I’m Angie in the universe where she’s with my dad! Quick, can we go see where Francesca is instead?”

”Sure thing!” Roxy snappad her fingers and suddenly they were in a new living room. This time, in what appeared to be Milano. Francesca was cuddling with someone on the couch.

Walking forward for further inspection, it appeared to be Marco.

”Marco?” Francesca asked, surprised. ”I married Marco in this universe?”

”Yes,” Roxy said. ”You never broke up. As Marco went to London, you wanted to be closer to him, and thus moved back to Italy. You had your singing career here, and as he was done with his studies, he moved her with you and now you’re married and go on vacations with Violetta and Tomas around Europe.” 

”Aww,” Francesca said, ”Well, that’s nice. Except I’m still skeptical about Tomas, but otherwise than that, it’s nice.”

”Imagine if I had ended up with Clement,” Violetta joked.

”You never will or have in any universe,” Roxy said, ”There was never a chance you and Clement ever would be romantically involved.”

”I’m guessing me and Marco don’t have kids,” Francesca said. 

”Well, check yourself.”

Francesca checked her alternate-universe counterpart and noticed that there was a bump sticking out from her. She gasped.

”I’m pregnant!” 

”You are,” Roxy said, ”Congrats!”

Francesca wasn’t sure she was supposed to say thanks, considering it wasn’t her that was pregnant, but it was still her from another universe, so it was her.

”Marco, can you get me a soda?” this-universe Francesca asked.

Marco got up. ”Anything for my princess!”

”He’s still a Ken to your Barbie,” Roxy remarked. ”But hey! You might wanna know what happened to your husbands from your own universe!” 

She snapped her fingers. They were now in Buenos Aires, in some garage. Diego and Leon were sitting down on a couch, holding a beer each. 

”What do you say we rehearse later?” Leon asked. ”After I walk the dog.” 

”If I have the energy,” Diego chuckled.

”You have the energy, you’re just lazy.”

”I’m not lazy!” 

”You are. You are so lazy!” After Leon said this, he gave Diego a quick peck.

”Ooooh…” Violetta said, ”They are ones married to each other this time.”

”Correct,” Roxy said. "Since you were so busy with Tomas, Diego spent more time with Leon than with you, which lead to them having a relationship and also lead to Francesca staying with Marco! But I don’t really know how all events led up to each other, but I guess it can make sense…”

Violetta and Francesca nodded. 

”Leon and Diego don’t have kids, but they do have dogs! And they’re planning on getting a parrot, too.”

”I have a weird question,” Violetta said, ”Is there any universe which Diego and Marco are together?”

”According to my device, they are together in the same universe as Priscila marrying a woman named Sharon. Possibly other universes too, but it won’t load. Anyway, that universe also has Angie being together with Jade and Ludmila and Camila being together.”

”Who’s Angie with in this universe?” Violetta asked.

”Jackie.”

”Our old dance teacher?” Francesca asked.

”Yes. Also, in this universe, Naty and Camila are together. Should we go meet them?”

"Sure...?"

They teleported to a kitchen. Immediately, they saw Naty stand by the stove, cooking something. 

"Mami!" someone shouted. A little child soon came running inside. It was a little girl, but it was not Stella. 

"Dinner is ready soon," Naty assured the child. 

"Guess who woke up from their nap early!" Camila said, making her announcement by saying that. She was carrying a little baby.

"Did you?" Naty joked. "Good thing the baby woke you up!"

Camila went up and kissed her. "What's for dinner?"

"It's a surprise."

"CHICKEN NUGGETS?!" the little girl exclaimed.

"No, not chicken nuggets," Naty laughed.

"I want chicken nuggets!"

"Tomorrow," Camila promised.

"'Morrow?"

"You'll get nuggets tomorrow."

The little girl seemed happy with this promise. 

"They might get a third child eventually," Roxy explained, "And even a fourth. The universe has not decided that yet."

"What a cute little family they have," Violetta said. "I know both Naty and Camila are great mothers from our own universe, so I'm happy they still are here."

"Yeah, even if it's weird not seeing Naty with Ludmila..." Francesca admitted.

"Yeah, where is Ludmila?"

Roxy tried to look it up on her device. "It... doesn't say."

"It doesn't say?"

"No... maybe the universe has not decided what she's up to."

"What does that even mean?" Francesca asked. "Does that mean she... doesn't exist in this universe?"

"No, no! She does exist! It's just that we don't know what she's up to or if she's with someone. She might not be with anyone! She might be single! She might be with Broduey, it doesn't say what he's up to either."

”I doubt Ludmila is with Broduey,” Violetta admitted.

”Ok, you’re right. In this universe, she’s either single or with another woman. We don’t know.”

”May I ask,” Francesca said, ”Any of these pairings we’ve witnessed here… do they exist in any other universe?” 

”Yes. There’s a lot of universes that mixes these together. We for example have universe 22 where you two are married, as well as Naty and Camila AND Diego and Leon. I don't know why this is called the universe in which nothing in the same as the others, maybe because there's not two or more pairings that both is the same in another universe?”

”Why are some universes numbered and others have a title?” Violetta asked. 

”Don’t question it. There’s also a universe in which you and everyone you know are a part of a tv show and are played by actors, and then people in their 20s write fanfiction about you!” 

”I have decided to not question anything anymore…” 

”And then those people in their 20s who write fanfiction about you are fictional characters in one of your universes and you might write fanfiction about them!”

Roxy then stared right at you, the reader, and smiled as she asked you: ”Which character would you want to write fanfiction about you?”

-

As they entered the white void that was in between all the universes, Roxy took the women’s hands.

”We’re soon gonna travel back to your universe again. But before I need to ask you: Did you see any similarities between the universes?”

”Well…” Violetta said, ”I don’t know…” 

”I’m gonna give you a hint: In every universe, there was a couple that always remained, and never changed, not even in the nothing-is-the-same-as-any-other-universe-universe.”

”What?” Francesca said. Both her and Vilu tried to recount all the different universes. Some had the same couples as the previous, but not all of them. 

”No, I’m lost,” Violetta admitted. ”Please, who is it?”

Roxy smirked. ”It’s two that you seem to have forgotten about. Makes sense, you only hung out with them for a year and then seemed to move on from them. But they were there…”

”Huh? Who?”

”Braco and Napo!”

"Braco and Napo?" Vilu and Fran exclaimed in unison. 

"Are they together?" Francesca asked. "I mean, I always had a feeling about Napo being gay, but Braco?"

Roxy shook her head and tutted disapprovingly. "You clearly have not kept in contact with them."

"No... I guess we haven't," Violetta admitted. "They're dating in our universe, too?"

"Yes. And in the universe where you two are married, and in every other universe! There's always them!"

"But how come they're an exception to the rules?" Francesca asked.

"Think about it, Fran... when you picture Napo or Braco with anyone... who do you picture?"

"Uh... I guess... I don't really... have thought about it."

"Exactly. In the universe in where you are fictional characters in a tv show, Braco and Napo disappeared after one season."

"Did they do that because we lost contact with them in our universe?"

"Probably. Oh well! We're back in your universe now!"

-

They were back in Violetta's kitchen.

"We're back to our universe?" Violetta asked.

"We need to get our kids," Francesca said, "We've been away for such a long time..."

"No, no time has passed at all in your universe," Roxy assured them. 

"I feel very odd," Violetta admitted.

"Yes, you feel that after seeing yourself living in different universes. And we didn't even visit all of them! Did I tell you about the one where you changed your name to Tini?"

"Why did I do that?"

"No one knows."

"Can I ask you something?" Francesca asked, "My brother Luca. In this universe we're in, he's not with anyone, nor has he any kids. Does he in any universe?"

"Yes, in several of the ones we visited! But I forgot that you'd be interested in that," Roxy admitted.

"Oh... okay..."

"Maybe next time!"

"Maybe next time, yes..." 

Roxy put her arms up in the air. "Well! I better go!"

"Where are you going?" Violetta asked.

"I'm sensing someone else needs some universe-travelling... in another universe."

"I see..."

"But it was very fun hanging out with you!" Roxy exclaimed and shook both of their hands at the same time.

"I'm just surprised that you even exist," Violetta said, "Considering you're my alter ego in this universe..."

"I'm your alter ego in a lot of universes! It's your fault, or your credit, that I exist as my own person in my own universe!"

Violetta stared at her, slightly confused. "How does it look in your own universe?"

Roxy shrugged, "I live in a universe where alter egos exist and always have existed! We are not born, we just come into existence as the age we were when we were created. Our universe is just a void that bends and changes, which is why we like to travel to other universes!"

"Ok, makes sense..." Violetta wasn't sure it made sense, but she was just too dazed by everything she just decided to accept it. 

"I need to go now!" Roxy said. "Goodbye!" 

She jumped and with a pop, she was gone.

"I wanna travel through universes again sometimes," Francesca said, "I wanna know what Luca's doing."

"Yes, although it feels weird to see us being with other people and having other children..."

"Yeah... wait, what were we talking about?"

"What?"

"What?"

What Roxy didn't tell them was that, as soon as you come back from a multiverse trip, you soon forget all of it. 

Maybe it was for the good, because you could easily get driven insane by knowing what you did in other universes...

Violetta and Francesca in universe 1 just thought they had been tasting a wine they friend had made, and that Roxy was simply a character Violetta came up with. They thought their daughters were children they had with Leon and Diego respectively, and forgot all about universe 2, in which they instead were the ones married and had three children of their own. Violetta never remembered visiting the universe where she was married to Tomas instead, and Francesca never remembered seeing herself in that other universe married with Marco and expecting a child with him. And none of the two remembered the universe in which, instead of being married to Leon and Diego separately, they had a polyamorous relationship with them.

They didn't remember their friends being together with anyone else than who they currently were and weren't together with. 

And all the Francescas and Violettas from all the other universes had no idea either that things were different. They all lived their lives happily unaware. 

Although, despite forgetting everything, Violetta and Francesca from this universe would always and forever have this feeling that they were going through something, but they can't remember what... and they would wonder that for the rest of their lives.

-

Camila, or her witch aunt, did not only cast a spell on the wine. One of them also cast a spell on the text you're reading right now. Don't ask me how they did that. 

Roxy is coming for you right now. You should be lucky the universe you're in is one of the few in which teleportation is illegal, because otherwise she'd appear directly next to you.

She just landed 100 meters from your location. She's running. Lock your doors if you're at home, and if you're not, then... have fun on your multiverse trip! You won't remember much of it anyway when you're done!

You could make it a drinking game every time "universe" is written... /j So, as I mentioned in the beginning notes, in my fics I only keep it in two universes, where the only difference is if Franletta or Leonetta + Diecesca is canon, and all other ships remain the same. The plan was that they'd just visit each other between these two, but then I decided to go completely chaos with it. A long time ago, I tried to figure out next gens for many of the canon ships, and it was those that showed up in the "canon ships" universe. The other universes were just me toying around. And there's probably hundreds of universes left... I don't have next gens for that many ships, so many of these were either "IF this ship had kids, this is how I could picture it", or "this ship would not have kids together". The only actual next gens I have are the ones that are mentioned by name. I also mentioned some ideas I've had about writing someday, like "the universe where Violetta is not relevant" ;) We'll see if I write it someday. Hope you liked this fic! Also, Roxy is by your door now. If you have it locked, she'll leave soon. If you see her or open the door, she'll come in, but the second your trip through different universes where you live your life differently ends, you'll forget it all, and it will just feel like a repressed memory that you can't recall.

[skeleton-in-a-hoodie]

DDMG Splinter and Casey's relationship is going to end up being kind of weird in a really good way.

Like Casey is still terrified of rats, and technically met Splinter before anyone else. Unfortunately it was during the time of night Splinter isn't himself, so Splinter kinda scared the crap out of the kid. This did not help said fear of rats.

Overtime Splinter ends up being an exception to that fear, and the process is helped by Casey focusing on Splinter's more ghostly/ straight up demonic attributes, cause then Casey can convince herself that Splinter isn't technically a rat. Like rats generally speaking don't have a symbol you can use to summon them, can teleport through shadows, or breath fire when angry enough.

Casey ends up seeing Splinter as a father figure, but doesn't want another dad due to his experiences with Arnold, which weren't great to say the least. It's one of those situations where he calls Splinter uncle or Tio, but the way they interact is more like a parent and child, further complicated by Socorro deciding to adopt Splinter on sight.

It's also just really funny how Casey's anti-authoritarianism and Splinter blue/orange morality interact. Like there are certain things 2012 Splinter and DDMG Splinter would agree with, but DDMG Splinter's moral compass is heavily affected by what ghosts and yokai think are the right and wrong way to behave. E.G.:

Splinter: IN FUTURE, IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE HOME LATE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. I WAS WORRIED.

Casey: 'kay.

Casey: ...

Splinter: ?

Casey: ... Are you not, going to say anything about how I slashed his tires?

Splinter: HE WAS CRUEL TO DONATELLO. I APPROVE OF YOUR DECISION.

Casey: Sweet.

One of the things Splinter has to ask the other parents advice for is what to do when one of the kids wants to do something like the above, because there's a good chance when he tells the kids they shouldn't do it, he's going to give them an alternate method that'll allow them to avoid getting caught, rather than just saying "No, don't do that." Which when the kid he's talking to is Casey Jones, that's just a recipe for disaster.

(Socorro is going to have so much fun stopping these two from executing their terrible ideas.)

Casey's love of setting things on fire + knowing a ghost with fire powers is also one hell of a combination. Casey might end up really helping Splinter come to grips with his own fear of fire, especially when it comes to learning how to do a lot of damage whilst remaining in control.

Also these two have a similar taste in music. Raph told Casey a fair bit about Splinter before Casey met him again, and Casey made some assumptions. She wasn't surprised Splinter likes jazz, but then one day he sees Splinter listening to music with earphones in and jokingly asks what Old Man Music he's listening to. Splinter stares at her, gets this funny look in his eye, and pulls the earphones out of his phone, at which point 1980s punk music starts blasting. 1980s punk music from a band that Casey loves and was listening to on the drive over. Raph finds this hilarious.

After that, it kinda becomes a thing where Casey will ask Splinter about his Old Man Music, and then the two talk about music for a bit. Splinter is delighted to hear that particular band is still together and making music, Casey ends up getting a list of older punk bands to listen to that he hadn't heard of before. She also gives some of her own recommendations, which is how rat dad starts getting into heavy metal.

[peeterparkr]

red; tom's version|one.

chapter one: sad, beautiful tragic. “Long handwritten note deep in your pocket”

pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (tom's not famous here) story summary: you’re reminiscing through your relationship months after the heartbreak and breakup. Wondering if it went wrong from the very start when Tom arrived at New York, and him being a cautionary tale or if the problems came along the way. Perhaps the key to find back your way to him is going back through the nice things before the heartbreak came. Or is it too painful to go all over again?

chapter summary: you haven't seen him since he ditched you, after months of wearing plaid you go out and realize he's back in new york warnings: angsty, I mean it's a breakup, swearing. word count: 7.3k playlist (updated after each chapter, including Red songs+ other for the chapter): Spotify | Apple Music

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a/n: Hi, I couldn't wait to share it so I said, screw it, I'm posting this. You don't know how excited I am to write this and share it with you. As you know, this is inspired by Red by Taylor Swift and will hurt. So I expect us all to be crumpled up pieces of paper wearing scarves by the end of this. (perennial is still coming, I'm just waiting on a few people who're reading it). SPECIAL THANKS TO @erodasghosts for reading it and hyping me up and helping me figure this all out. I hope you guys all like it as much as I did. The story is set in New York. Please give feedback!

One month after the breakup.

Strong whiskey, on the rocks. That was his drink of choice that night. The night before had been a beer. You knew you could imagine the taste of his lips by only looking at him. You wondered if he’d gone there for a second night for the same reason you had.

When you had seen him across the place the night before, you had tried to decide how to feel. We always think we will react one way or another when we see our official heartbreak walking through. Victorious as he is perfectly dressed, with his hair flowing.

He hadn’t brought her. Which you didn’t know how to feel about.

The day before you had not been alone, Jules, Matty, and Lula were there.

“Shit, the axolotl at 10 o'clock, you’ve got to be shitting me,” Lourdes, Lula, had whispered before sipping her drink, a Long Island Tea. “We are celebrating she’s doing better, can’t fucking believe this,” she hissed at Jules who only lifted her chin slightly to see who she was referring to. “What the fuck is he doing here? Ay, es que, con qué huevos se atreve a venir aquí? Que no mame.” [with what balls did he dare to come here? He shouldn’t fuck with us. ]

You loved hanging out with Lula and listening to her very refined Spanish cursing.

“It’s not him,” Julia said.

You tried looking back to see who they were referring to. “Who is—?”

“Y/N, wait I just noticed the haircut!” Matt pointed out, reaching over, getting your attention back to them and not at whatever they were referring to. “It looks great. It’s like a new you!”

This new you. The one that had been screwed over twice. Men really have the nerve when it comes to breaking hearts. They recklessly go in and let you believe love comes in all shades of colors, passionate red like the roses they send, and tender pinks like your sweet innocence that they end up stealing. But they never tell you it’ll be you all alone in a dark room with shades of grey under a flickering light that barely warms you.

The new you, which was still a bit lost. Your old self was a stranger to you now. You had no idea who this new you was, she was quiet now. Didn’t have a heart because someone had stolen it and broken it and left it behind a dumpster. Still trying to find it. The new you wasn't.. you.

Your friends were glad, however, they finally got you to go out again. After weeks of wearing plaid and watching Fleabag, and even considering watching Greys Anatomy, a low point, you had finally decided to come back to see if there was any sunshine left for you.

It’s important to point out that you had been broken-hearted and almost crazy when the breakup had happened. Very… delusional. You were not proud of the way you’d reacted. Although you wouldn’t have reacted any other way.

The city had been quiet, the red lights seemed to last longer, and the crowds would often swallow you. The city you once loved was now an open book of a relationship that seemed real, should’ve known it was all fiction.

In your dreams they’d be bright, colorful. The village is aglow. Cold days with warm hearts. Like his.

You’d been cold ever since.

“Ah, yeah, the haircut. Got it today. Lula’s idea” The haircut had come as the solution to a problem that would never be solved. As if cutting your hair meant there was something you had the power on. You didn’t.

How stupid was it? You couldn’t control your life.

“It suits her well, doesn’t it?” Lula admitted proudly.

You still had his picture engraved in your heart. You still dreamed he would come back and say it was all a nightmare.

“It’s nice, I’m glad to have you back,” Jules commented. Julia had probably been the most surprised with the news of the breakup, she had almost gone and killed Tom when he had….unimportant. She hadn’t, though, and she had yet to tell you the reason why. Julia had been mysterious since.

“I’m glad to be back,” you confirmed. You’d ordered a beer, and maybe you shouldn’t have. Stella Artois, his one favorite. You pocketed the beer cap. “Though I was not gone.”

Matt watched you, him and Julia had recently started dating. Best friends since kids who just recently confessed their feelings for each other, took them long enough. “How back are you, though?”

“Meaning?” You asked, taking a sip.

Matt shrugged, “I could introduce you to some friends from work, there’s this hot guy—“

“No,” you interrupted him, leaving the bottle down as you had almost choked. “No, no. Not in the dating area yet. Won’t be in a long time. Still healing.”

Lula still had her eyes glued elsewhere. “Healing from a bullet hole, y/n, whatever you’re doing isn’t working, and band aids won’t fix it—Jules it is, I swear to god it’s him.”

“It’s not him,” Julia rolled her eyes.

“Ay, que sí!” [he is]

“Who?” You asked.

Julia took your hands, “you know Lula,” she rolled her eyes. “I love that you ordered a beer.”

“Yeah,” you gulped. “Beer is universal language for men as in: ‘don’t get close to me.’” A lesson someone dear had taught you once.

Matt tilted his head in agreement, “Yeah.”

“Really?” Lula frowned, “should’ve ordered one. Next time I’ll ask for my drink but instead of a glass I’ll ask them to put it in a beer bottle.”

“Wouldn't it be easier to order a beer?” Matt suggested.

“But then I’d break our tradition.”

Matt watched her, “you really are something.”

You chuckled.

“Why is beer seen as not—feminine?” Matt questioned.

Julia shrugged. “It’s beyond me, really. It’s a drink.”

“Like does my drink make me less of a man?” Matt watched his glass, another Long Island Tea. A stupid inside joke you all had.

“No,” you admitted. “But you know how society is. Since it’s sweet, it’s got to be—“

“Oh, no, no, I love you, y/n, but tonight I don’t want you lecturing us on it, no, tonight we are having fun, ok?” Lula reminded you. “We will not talk about femininity or lack of a beer—or whatever your agenda is up to these days, which, hey! Why does y/n get to break the rule?” Lula questioned. “No Long Island Tea?

Julia glared at her, “Because she can do whatever she wants tonight,” she hissed and then turned to you. “But how are you feeling? It’s your first time going out in months, is it as fun?” Julia was the one to try to cheer you up the most.

No, it wasn’t fun.

“I—feel good!” You lied. Although you were not. But you guessed that’s the response they wanted after seeing you laying down on the ground and crying yourself to sleep. Staring at windows and walking down in the rain. They wanted you to feel better.

Your body was covered in scars.Though, they were from adventures.

“Bullshit,” Lula intruded. “You seem sad. Maybe I’ll get some shots,” she announced before going to get some.

“Well,” you chuckled. “My first time going out and you bring me back to the place where it all started?” You answered cynically but then shrugged. “I’m—I…no. I just—It’s weird. I still see him everywhere, and as I’m here it’s like watching a movie of our greatest moments,” you admitted. “Like hey, look over there, it’s Tom and Y/N’s greatest moments,” you stated, Lula got back. “Let’s start memory lane…”and you sighed and continued with the best presenter voice you had. “Here you’ll wonder how the hell did it go so wrong since they were so perfect, what the hell went wrong, when did it turn into some sad stupid love affair. You’ll be asking yourself hey, they seemed in love, over there, they danced! Over there… they sang a song together! See over there? There was a fucking jukebox in which they have memories! Oh they have memories there too! And you’ll ask yourself, he made it seem real, what the hell happened?” You sighed exhaustedly. “What happened? What the fuck happened? How was I so stupid?” You ran your hands through your face.

Your friends only watched you, with pity, sadness. Even Lula had turned her gaze guilty.

You cleared your throat, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“No,” Lula sighed, “it’s our fault for bringing you here. We’re fucking idiots. Besides he is—Julia I swear to god, he is there.” Lula raised her hand and Julia quickly pulled it down.

Julia bit her lip, “I—hadn’t realized how much Tom there is here.”

“Yeah.”

“He called me—“Matt had started.

“No, no, we can’t talk about him, baby,” Julia reminded him. Matt widened his eyes and nodded.

You blinked, “no, it’s—He called you? Tom?” Why had Tom called Matty? What for?

“Yeah, had a missed call,” Matt explained, ignoring his girlfriend. “I—it was this morning.”

You felt your chest twist. “Yeah, I get a lot of those too.”

Perhaps he wanted to talk to you and thought Matty was dumb enough to give you the phone.

Julia glared at Matt. “We promised not to—“

“No, hey,” you stopped her. “I—sorry, I brought him up.”

“But we shouldn’t talk about him,” Julia insisted. “Tonight is all about having fun,” she stated as she handed everyone their shots.

“No, it’s alright,” you said. “I’m fine talking about it.”

Lula turned her gaze to you. “Shouldn’t you hate him?”

Were you supposed to hate someone who gave you something so beautiful? Just because it’s over doesn’t mean you have to look back and hate it.

“No,” you answered simply.

Matt watched you. “Wait, really?”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m—I decided I’m thankful for everything. He really… I… I mean I knew from the start he was trouble. But he got me to get rid of Will. So I’m thankful for Tom. He showed me some beautiful things about him, about myself and… I’m thankful. Even the part when he broke my heart.”

It was a lie. Partly. You had been so full of doubts that you only tried wondering why it had gone so wrong. Or course, the lie was there. His lies. But how could any of it be a lie?

Julia smiled gently, “You’re really a grown up.”

“Or very stupid.” Lula commented.

“Thanks, Lula, I appreciate it,” you rolled your eyes. “I… well, I’ve gotta admit I was pretty stupid.”

Lula shrugged, “Hey, I don’t blame you, boy came in with an accent, he had a cute smile, he was hot, I must admit, and he wasn’t one of those Brooklyn fuckboys that take you to the rooftop and offer you a whiteclaw to watch the sunrise together,” Lula gave in.

“Oh, and they take candid pictures, and they say that their phone camera isn’t as good as their polaroid,” Julia laughed, “But hey, you’re lucky they took you to the rooftop, they never take anyone there, they took you there just because you’re…”

“Different,” Julia, Lula and you chanted.

Matt laughed, “You guys are the worst.”

“Anyway,” Lula said. “We should drink these,” she pointed at the shot glasses as she raised her own. “I came here to get drunk. So, to Y/N being thankful Tom was a piece of shit even when the boy had a dreamy accent?”

You closed your eyes, and let out a defeated dry chuckle. “Yes, to that.”

“To the piece of shit, then!” Lula grinned as the shots clinked and were downed. You instantly regretted drinking it.

Lula scowled as she had her eyes glued back at the bar, “It’s him, Julia, it’s him! What is he doing here? Pendejo, I swear to god I’ll go kill him.” She was furious, and you tried once again following her gaze.

The bar was crowded, red lights crossed around the place, with girls walking with tall heels, trying to smile and nod at guys who were talking to them but clearly were not of interest to them. Friends laughing, people flirting. You didn’t know who your friends were watching.

But the bar seemed to be enough of a reminder of him. How he had made you feel like crowds were never there, and how whenever you had been with him everything disappeared just to be with him.

“Who are we killing?” You questioned.

“Is new y/n a murderer?” Asked Matt. Matt and Julia were your oldest friends. The three of you grew up in Staten Island, and now moved to the crowded places.

Lula coughed. “Hope she is.” Lula, on the other hand, you’ve met in college, she was a very defined addition to the friend group. With more personality. A strong one. Lula, Julia and you shared a small apartment.

Julia cleared her throat.

“The fucking scarf,” Lula scowled.

“What scarf?” Matt asked. And you had the same question.

Julia whispered to her boyfriend’s ear who had turned cold. He lifted his head.

“But it’s not.”

“It is him,” Matt confirmed to Lula. “Jules, it is.”

And now your three friends were acting strange. Usually they did but this was strang-er. They all shared looks, Julia struggled with her hands.

They were watching you with pity but you’d gotten used to that. After the breakup they had been extra careful around you, kinder, you guessed.

Fools they were to believe that by not mentioning him you wouldn’t think of him. He was a memory that would haunt you for the rest of the days.

“So, y/n,” Julia was clearly hiding whatever Lula was seeing.

“Wasn’t he in London? What in this fucking world is he doing here?” Lula continued.

“Shut up!” Julia ordered.

“London?” You asked and you lifted your head, and any noise that was bustling before had stopped.

Tom.

Tom was there.

Thomas.

Tom who had broken your heart. In every possible way that he could’ve. Like he had planned it. Like he was aware.

He was there, on a stool with a beer in his hand and wearing a red scarf. The red scarf. As if he was mocking you.

Tom.

Did he pride on hurting you?

He had always said you were invincible. That you were unrivaled in matters of the heart. Was he proud he had beaten the unbeaten?

You’d always thought he would.

When we love deeply, getting hurt comes as a given. But when we love deeply, we are never expecting it to come. And when it does come the skies cannot turn grayer. Funny thing, you were a fan of the rain but when the rain doesn’t cease, the hope doesn’t perdure.

But he was back in your life. Or at least he had been in the same room as you after months.

What was he doing back in New York with your scarf?

You turned back to your own table, breathing in quickly, bringing your hand to your chest in an attempt to calm yourself down.

You saw your friends speaking but you couldn’t make a word of what they’re saying. Your heart was rushing. Thomas was there. Tom. Your Tom. And there was a part of you that had completely forgotten over the heartbreak and wanted to run to him.

Kiss him, try to fix it. Try to bring back the beautiful thing you both had. Because it was. And it hurt looking back.

You were having trouble breathing now, the heartbreak had come.

That’s the worst thing about heartbreak. You never saw it coming, though you should’ve. Though it was beautiful you’d known from the start you’d end up hurt. But when a lie is crafted so beautifully, how could you?

“It’s him.” The words had come in whispers.

You barely remembered what had happened next. You had only stood up, decisive to leave, you’d seen him try to walk his way to you. You’d heard him call your name, but you hadn’t turned back, you had seen Matty stop him from running to you.

It was blurry. You didn’t know how you got home. Desperately trying to understand why he was there and how the night had turned too badly.

Lula and Matt had come back later to find Julia trying to comfort you, hugging a pillow that you were sure he had slept on. Breathless.

But it was in the past now, you were there again. Same bar, both in stools far away.

You were almost sure he’d gone to that bar in hopes of finding you again.

Just like you’d gone again.

His eyes the night before were guilty. You only took a deep breath, you remembered trying to avoid his glance at any chance as you had walked out.

Why were you there again?

That feeling in your chest growing, like there was something heavy expanding. Yet your stomach falling smaller. The pain was but a shield, as if it was creating a special protection around your heart, and though it hurt it was enough for it to make your heart strong to leave the place.

You didn’t want to see Tom. You hadn’t talked to him since. Even when he’d tried to call. Even when you’d tried calling.

Not when you had replayed the breakup over and over and over again since he was gone.

Everyone deals with breakups in different ways. Yours, specifically, was avoiding it. Everything and everyone. Especially Tom.

It was hard when he was everywhere. In that tattoo he’d convinced you to get, in that ring he’d left, in that cereal box that you still hadn’t finished. Whenever you listened to a song he’d recommended. Whenever you’d open Netflix and that series you had started watching together was still recommended to you even when you’d deleted it.

Everywhere.

You couldn’t use your favorite colors because you could hear it, in the back of your head “I love how it looks on you.” “You should wear more blue, it suits you.”

Even your stupid laugh remind you of him. “Your laugh is the most wonderful thing I’ve heard, even if it’s so ugly.”

You missed the person you were when he was with you. How everything was happy. Who was that y/n? Who didn’t mind if she was slightly late to a place because he’d come with you? Who didn’t feel alone at parties when she knew nobody because you knew him?

A y/n that existed only for a short period of time when he’d been around and that he’d shattered like glass when he had the chance.

You missed that y/n.

The y/n that would sometimes lose her breath and catch it back when he walked into the room. A y/n that sang along to her favorite songs all day. The one that would give her heart in a rush to him. The one that watched movies no matter if they were good or not.

Life had colors back then.

Now you were full of regrets and of doubts. Wondering what you had done wrong? Where did it lead you?

You looked up at him then. He was staring down at his glass.

There was a slight trace of him still there, the Tom you once loved. The one with the silly smile and the gentle chuckle, the one with the jokes about everything.

You wondered how much of that y/n he saw too.

You were the same two people, in essence. But how different you were now.

The Tom you knew before finding out it was a lie.

There was still a hint. You knew. But there was so much of him in you that it was hard to see if you still were there. Or the Tom you thought you knew. Not the one with the lie. Or maybe this was the truest Tom he could ever be.

He had to move on, rather quickly, you recalled. If he ever did.

There was a stupid reminder of you in his hand, that red scarf from the very first day.

You still remembered how it all started, a stupid red scarf. He kept it, then, and he wore it.

You had ordered a beer, too. You pocketed the cap again.

But there was an image in your mind, maybe he had gone back and probably had his arm around her and he laughed at a joke she made. Maybe she was funnier than you. Definitely prettier, with her hair falling down all the way to her waist, her clothing accentuating everything you didn’t have.

You recalled having to leave the room when you found out. You had been a mess.

Leaning against a wall as you caught your breath before the tears came down, as if he had pierced right through it. A pain chest that had expanded all the way on your body, not sure how you were able to keep walking back to your place. Falling down to your knees when you did.

Pain. Words failed to describe such a deep sentiment.

But it was gone now. Not entirely but at least you could hold your breath fine when he was just across the room.

What went wrong?

You could ask him. He was right there.

Maybe even tell him how you had lost sight. He hadn’t walked up to you. He was nervous, but he seemed calm enough to see you were there. You were still unsure why you had gone there.

Maybe all the good things were enough to bring you there, maybe the fact that you still didn’t believe it was a lie brought you there. Maybe the fact that one of those pictures from that photobooth was still in a locket. So stupid.

He fiddled with the glass.

You waited and waited but he didn’t approach you. He took out a paper out of his pocket as he stared at it.

You wouldn’t approach him. No matter how happy he had made you once, you wouldn’t walk to him. No matter how beautiful it was. No matter if you were lonely and that when you dared to sleep he’d be haunting your dreams.

It was a tragedy now. What you both were, and not even worth enough to try and save it. You knew you were haunting him too. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here.

He was shakin, as he stared at you, nervous. He downed his drink, you guessed it was for some liquid courage and stood up, with the note in one hand and your red scarf in the other.

Your own courage for coming here was gone, as you saw his intentions, the urge to run you had the night before was becoming you. But he couldn’t walk. He had to sit down again, rubbing his face.

The courage that had come when choosing what Lula called the ‘revenge black dress’ was nowhere in sight. You were cold and regretting putting it on.

“I can’t do this,” you said to yourself and quickly let out some dollars to pay for your drink before picking up your stuff to leave.

You saw he panicked when he saw you leaving, he quickly called the bartender to pay for his drink.

You closed your coat as you were shaking yourself, punishing yourself for going there. Why had you gone there? The man had broken your heart? Were you really there to see him?

Was your heart foolish enough to ignore the warnings in your mind once again?

You walked your way to get to the subway station, how irrelevant you were through the crowds. You hadn’t felt this way for a while, caring for the crowds. But you had to get through them. There was a part of you that wished Tom was following you after. But the crowds didn’t let you see if he was.

Besides, you shouldn’t want that.

You finally managed to get to the station, you clung to your purse as you stared at the tracks, waiting for the next train to come. Peaceful it seemed, the station. As peaceful as New York could be. You guessed if you cried nobody would care.

“y/n!” You heard your name in the distance and you couldn’t handle it.

You took a deep breath and shook your head, angrily. Why had you gone? You could’ve easily kept ignoring his calls. You could’ve stayed in your apartment, crying as you watched SNL videos on youtube, or rewatching a cartoon for the hundredth time, letting your own sadness and self pity swallow you.

But you had gone to him. This was your fault. You should’ve taken a cab, instead, he would know you’d get at this station and he for sure would know what train you’d take.

“y/n, y/n!” He kept calling as he finally arrived next to you. “Sorry I would’ve gotten here faster but the damn MetroCard-”

“I’m not doing this, Tom,” you stated before he could go on rambling like the idiot he was. You couldn’t do it. “Not here, not anywhere. I don’t know what you’re doing here.”

“I…” His face was kind, and he seemed to be nervous. You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping, probably the jet lag.

You took a moment to look at him, he didn’t look as victorious as you had thought he was. His hair was messy, and his cheeks flushed, the buttons on his shirt were not buttoned right.

Seeing him again, with that signature look he had made you want to go down to your knees.

“Aren’t you supposed to be back in London?” You snapped. “With that pretty girl-”

“No, no, I’m-I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” Tom stuttered. “I was an idiot.”

You stared into his eyes, you were not ready for this. You were not ready to look into his stupid eyes. You looked away. “That’s all you have to say?” You tried walking away from him..

He shook his head. “No, no, no, no, I… No, I actually… I had this… I wrote down my apology,” Tom confessed. He showed you a sad, handwritten paper, now slightly teared up with the ink running. “I… I had….”

You looked down at it, his messy handwriting, crinkled with words scratched down. “You wrote it down?”

You didn’t know why you felt your heart warm. This kind of stuff was why you couldn’t understand what had happened. Someone like him, who writes his apologies down. Someone who stutters when he’s speaking.

“Yeah, I… but I spilled my drink on it after seeing you fled,” He explained, swallowing hard. “I… I… I had written it down so I wouldn’t forget it but now I realize how stupid that is… I’m… I’m really sorry, y/n.” .

You could hear the train coming. You were seeing him again. It hit you right there. And this was not the reaction you thought. You had said you would be delusional, crying and fighting and questioning him why the fuck he had done that.

Yet you weren’t. You were only watching him, eyes full of tears wanting to slide down but unable to. But there was that pain still in your chest.

How could he ever dare to hurt you that way? “I don’t want to talk to you,” you said. And meant it. “Please leave me alone.” You said before walking into the train.

“Y/N, please, no, please, please, listen to me,” He followed you in, the scarf still in his hand.

You tried sitting as far away as you could. Arms and legs crossed as you tried breathing in.

He sat beside you and you changed seats. He sighed but followed you again. “Please, I need to talk to you. I never meant to hurt you.”

“Well you did,” you snapped. “You did, and now you come here a month later with a handwritten note apology thinking I will be fine with it?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I had to solve-Please, would you listen?” Tom asked, knowing damn well he had to ask, and not just straight up blurt it out.

“Why would I, Tom?” You turned to him, with a tear traveling down your cheek. You were incredulous. “You’re kidding me, right? I… You… You think that just because you show up with that stupid face of yours and my scarf I’ll want to listen to you? You’re an idiot.”

He sighed and reached to give you the scarf. You ignored it.You were furious now.

The other people on the train were certainly getting a show. A guy with a backpack was trying to pretend he wasn’t listening but his reactions were giving it away. Another woman pretended to keep reading her book but she hadn’t turned any pages.

Tom took the scarf back staring at it. “I need to explain everything to you.”

“What if I don’t want an explanation?” You snapped. Though you did. You had been waiting for one, you wanted one. You would beg for it. But your pride was taking the wheel of the conversation. “Don’t you think it’s fucking late for it?”

“Is it?” Tom turned back to you.

“Yes!” You couldn’t believe him. But this seemed a bit too familiar of a conversation. “And beside no explanation would make me forgive you!” You stated, whispering, not wanting any of the attention you were receiving.

“I’m not… I… If you just listen to me,” Tom said.

You glared, “I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“Then why did you come to the bar?” He asked.

He fucking asked.

Your eyes widened. He had gone there. He knew. He fucking knew you’d gone back because you wanted an explanation. Or so he thought. No, you’d gone back because… Yes, because you wanted an explanation. Because everything he’d done had been beautiful. Until the heartbreak. He had crafted and vexed his way into your cold stupid heart and then he had gone and pierced right through it, crushed it.

You wanted to ask why. Why did he do it so vehemently?

You didn’t answer, instead you moved one seat away. He kept his eyes on you.

“You wouldn’t have gone if you didn’t want an explanation,” he said. “Or to see me, at least. I know I did, I needed to see you.”

You saw the guy with the backpack purse his lips, knowing that Tom had got you. There was little context for them. The girl with the book directed a glance to you, trying to read your emotions.

If they knew, they’d be on your side and yelling at him as well.

He rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed his face.

“I didn’t, it was a coincidence,” you answered coldly.

“No, it bloody wasn’t,” Tom scoffed and then sat up. “No, I’m… No, but you know, you went to the bar for a reason.”

“And I left for a million more,” you frowned.

Tom pursed his lips and took out the paper again, trying to make out whatever he’d written before. “I’m really sorry.” His eyes traced through the note.

“Are you genuinely trying to read it? Don’t you know what you’re supposed to apologize for?”

Tom looked up, “So you do want me to apologize?”

The guy with the backpack squeezed his eyes shut, knowing Tom had fucked up.

“You’re kidding, right? Yes, you have to apologize, what you did is really, really shitty!” You pointed out.

“But you won’t forgive me, then?” Tom watched you.

“I don’t know,” you said and he looked up, a beaming gaze. “No, I won’t.”

He wrinkled his eyes, “I… I know I’m supposed to apologize, not to expect you to forgive. I'm just…”

He gulped, and then sat back, staring at the dirty walls and lights. He had dressed up. Badly, but he had tried looking good, you could tell. You could smell his lotion, too.

He was fiddling with the paper, crumpling up and then it fell to the floor. You looked at it and somehow related to it, not sure how.

You took a deep breath so you wouldn’t kill him and turned to him. “I have questions for you, if you answer them I might consider listening to you.”

Tom’s eyes brightened up. “Yes, yes, anything.”

You eyed him up and down as he watched you with begging eyes. You avoided his gaze. Tom followed your gaze as you tried to figure out what was the first thing you could ask him. Why had he hurt you?

Why did he not stop and think before making you fall in love with him?

Why did he not stop and tell you the truth?

“Where are you staying?” You asked,

Tom blinked. “Is that… is that the question?”

“No, but I know you don’t know how to fucking get anywhere,” you said.

Tom gulped, “I… uh, again with Harrison,” he explained.

You sighed. You remembered Harrison alright. And though there was a petty part inside you, you would help him out. Knowing he’d always get lost in the city. Though you could let him get lost, so you’d have to go after him and spend a bit more time. With an excuse, because you didn’t seem to have any excuse to be with him.

It hurt. What hurt the most was trying not to look back at the incredible moments you had because none of them were true.

You sighed. “Okay, when we get down you’ll take the F train—“

Tom stopped you, taking your hand. “No, wait, I don’t care if I get lost, okay, I… I just.”

You snatched your hand away from his cold hands he had. You darkened your gaze at him.

“Please, Y/n, I just need a chance. If you don’t want to listen… maybe I’ll just…” He handed you the note.

You crossed your arms, and tapped your foot, trying to decide whether or not to give it to him. “Fine,” you took the note.

You've gotten to your stop. So you stood up.

The girl with the book and the guy with the backpack watched you both as you walked out, pitying they couldn’t follow the drama.

Tom followed after you, he licked his lips. “You… you had questions, right?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, taking yet another heavy breath. You turned on your feet to look at him “One, did you lie to me?”

Tom was taken back by this, his eyes, consternated, only watched you. He gulped. “What?”

“Did you lie to me?

“I… well.”

You were getting desperate. “Did you ?”

“I didn’t lie about how I felt,” he said. You knew he wasn’t lying about it. He couldn’t. He couldn’t have ever lied about how he felt because you knew he had felt it too, a bit, at least,

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“I mean it, I…” Tom gulped. “I really liked you.”

“Yeah, I know, you liked me yadda, yadda,” you started. Liked not loved. “Cut the bullshit for once, did you or did you not lie to me?”

Tom took a deep breath. “Yes. But I had feelings for you.”

You bit your inner cheeks. “Uh-huh, yes, okay, good, yes, you acknowledge it. So, we have two statements here, Tom. You say you had feelings yet you lied to me,” you squinted. “Sounds-”

Tom gulped and avoided your gaze. “I know yes,” he looked down. “But, if you give me-”

“Ah, buh-buh, nope, I’m just gathering my thoughts here,” you coughed. “I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me what you felt.”

Tom shook his head in confusion. “I—I’m”

“Go on,” you motioned your hand.

“Y/N,” he said. And the way he dared to say your name was like having a knife right through you. “I had—I have feelings for you,” he said looking right into your eyes.

He didn’t say what feelings.

You were not sure where you wanted to go with this. “Fine, my next question…” you really didn’t know where this was going. “So, alright, you…” You couldn’t even phrase it. “You… made me fall in love with you knowing….Well, we both know what you did. What you hid from me. You’re a liar who made me—“

Tom took a deep breath. “Yes, but I didn’t… plan that.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh, so it’s my fault?” You stepped back. “Sorry for developing feelings for you. Sorry for ruining your life—“

Tom closed his eyes, “No, no, look, I… wasn’t. I didn’t come here expecting to meet you, I didn’t want… It just happened, okay, I never thought—You're making it sound like it’s some big master plan. I—I never planned—I never would’ve ever planned on hurting you.”

You watched him, incredulous. “Thomas you do realize what you did to me?”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t! You’re trying to make me seem like I’m crazy for not even wanting to talk to you!” You called him out.

“I’m not, I’m just saying that if you’re here—you must miss it too, you know it was too real, and you want it back, possibly—M-maybe not, but if you came to the bar tonight it was in hopes of finding me again because you knew I’d be there, and you want to feel how you felt before, and i just… you know I miss it and that you knew I didn’t lie—“

You glared at him. “You did lie!”

“Okay—yes, yes I did—But not entirely, I just happened to omit one truth—“

“One very important truth,” you snarked.

“Fine but—please listen,” he tried to convince you. “and I’m sorry, okay? I—I didn’t want to hurt you. But I never planned this. It just happened. I didn’t come here expecting to fall in love with anyone, I didn’t come here trying to date, and I never expected it to be someone as complex—“

“Complex?”

“Yes, I never came to New York trying to find the most mental relationship I’ve ever had—“

“Mental?” You snapped.

“Yes! I love you but you’re fucking crazy! And I am too! I’m fucking crazy and mental but I—I—I loved being crazy and mental with you! We are fucking mental! Driving to nowhere? Breaking into places? Getting a jukebox on the subway? That’s mental! But—but I love that about you, alright? Don’t you get it? I could’ve stayed in London, I could've been the asshole who just ditched you and lied to you—“

You scoffed. “Well that’s comforting!”

“But I’m—I’m here, ain’t I? And I know I fucked up, I know, I accept that, I’m the asshole here, and I know you’ll never—I hid it from you because I didn’t know what was going on, I didn’t even get it myself. I’m here to give you my version of it. I didn’t realize I was falling in love with you…I am…,I am in love with you, and I never planned that, I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with someone else, it just happened. I may have thought it was just—Some fling, initially.”

You laughed cynically. “A fling.”

He gulped. “And the moment I realized what was really going on—”

“You left, that’s what you fucking did, when you realized it was way too real for you, you destroyed the one real thing you’ve ever known,” you barked, he stepped back. “I fell in love with you, I—I—and then you ditched me, and I thought that was the worst thing you could ever do to me but then I realized that it wasn’t real! I—you were never mine, Tom! I simply was—a break you needed or—a fling.”

“It wasn’t that—“

You watched him. Looking so innocent, kind eyes and tender lips. You would’ve believed him had he come before.

“You used me!” You snapped, the words that had wanted to come for a while just blurted out. “I just can’t believe you,” you said. “You don’t feel sorry.” You shook your head, your voice was cracking. “You're not sorry because you don’t understand. You don’t know what I went through, and if you had come earlier, if you hadn’t left me, I probably would have believed you. But—No! No!” You stepped back. “No!”

“I did call! You never picked up the phone! I tried—“Tom started.

“Was I really expected to pick it up? Let’s get back to it. Shall we? The facts. Did you or did you not date me? And made me fall in love with you?”

Tom sighed. “I—yes.”

“Did you lie?”

“…yes.”

You nodded. “Was I the other one?”

Tom squinted his eyes. “No… yes, no.”

You took a deep breath. “Did you leave me without an explanation?”

Tom looked down. “I did.”

“Did you ditch me?”

Tom looked everywhere and nowhere. “Yes,” he answered, defeated.

“Now, do you think I can ever forgive you?”

Tom didn’t answer.

You reached for your purse, for the locket that dug deep inside. “I don’t know you,” you stated giving him the locket, the stupid locket you’d bought as a joke when making fun of other couples and now laughed in your face. “Whatever happened means nothing. Because that’s the thing Tom. Everything we lived was a lie, those two people in the locket are not us, because you weren’t who you said you were, no matter how much I loved it, it’s not true and though it was too many emotions all at once I’m—It’s not real, not for you. I spent this whole time thinking I wanted you to apologize but I don’t want it. That charming guy wasn’t truly you because you omitted one very important thing. You—What were you thinking? Were you planning to never say it? Or did you plan it like that? Just ditching me, hoping I wouldn’t find out—“

Tom took a deep breath. “No—No, I didn’t. I just—-I didn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you and I should’ve fixed it before—-“

“No, no you didn’t because it wasn’t enough for you.”

Tom gulped, “It was, it was—-the best thing I’ve ever had.”

“And you ruined it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“How little words mean when you’re a little too late, huh?” And that was the cue you needed to walk away. He silently watched you as you tried not to cry.

“I’m really sorry.” He said.

Was he?

“What if I try to prove it to you?” He asked as you were steps away from him.

You didn’t stop.

“If we go over this, you’ll see I never lied about it.” He continued.

“I already went over it, I remember everything, Tom, and maybe that’s why I don't want to talk to you.”

Tom walked behind, slowly. “I just happened to be very unlucky when it came to my own circumstances,” he reached over. “And I wish the timing had been better. But you’re right, it’s the one real thing I’ve ever had and I lost it because I hid something in fear of losing you. I lied because it was too good to be true. And I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me but I think you deserve to know why. But you went to the bar for a reason, and you had the locket for another.”

You stopped this time. Looking down at the floor and then at his hand, holding your stupid scarf. You shook your head, you really didn’t want to go through it all over again.

“I know you won’t forgive me,” he stated. “But I can’t let you go. You’re everywhere. And I miss the person I was when you were around, and I won’t stop fighting because you’re everywhere. Dreams, nightmares.”

Funny. You were his demons too.

“Am I haunting your nightmares?” You asked. Tom only watched you.

He took a deep breath. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, I just need—I really need you to listen to my version.”

“Fine then, let’s go down this sad, beautiful tragic love affair.”

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[crybabylisa]

LISA YOUR SELFSHIP WITH KIYOOMI 💳💥💥💥💥💳💳💳💳💥💥💳💥💥💥💥💥💳💳💳

sfw or nsfw, you can choose <3

please fisbdjsdkwkdhwkb i'm so sorry that this took me so long🤡 i kinda forgot that this was in my drafts and as apology i did both🤧

the sfw selfship ask game

-> send me a character out of my selfships and i'll answer these questions <3 please clarify if you want me to do the sfw or nsfw version!

network: @tokyo-ballroom

KIYOOMI X LISA

who is the grumpiest in the morning?

oh definitely me.. he always does so many things in the morning already lmao

who worries more if the other is sick/hurt?

probably me because if he gets sick (which doesn't happen often luckily), it's really bad and i never know what to do... he always has a perfect plan how to deal with me when i'm sick, on my period or hurt. he still worries about me a lot!!

who plays pranks on the other?

i try to prank him sometimes but he never falls for it :( he said i'm spending too much time with his "idiot teammates".....

who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa?

i'm more vocal about wanting to cuddle, omi always just pulls me on his lap or gestures me to do so. but we both love to cuddle, especially after long and stressful days and when he comes back from games. he would just never admit that he loves cuddling..

who insists on creating nicknames for the other?

me! he swears that it's stupid but if i don't call him by his nicknames or pet names he either gets offended or thinks that he did something wrong and worries too much.

who says ‘I love you’ first?

it was kiyoomi!! i was sure to get rejected by him lmao and i was too scared to actually confess to him. he got tired of atsumu and me constantly flirting and told me about his feelings for me when we got into an argument. childhood friends to lovers, slowburn, just to idiots being obviously in love with each other but not noticing it, she falls first but he falls harder

who’s the messiest one?

definitely me😔 kiyoomi is so clean and organized but he always helps me with my stuff when i'm struggling with it.

who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA?

sakusa! he's a very private person and doesn't feel very comfortable with pda. but he always needs to be close to me and links pinky fingers with me or holds my hand.

who’s the funniest drunk?

kiyoomi. he opens up a lot more and even jokes around with atsumu, shoyo and kotaro!

who texts the most?

i do. kiyoomi is a busy man and doesn't have too much time to text me but he tries his best to answer my messages as soon as possible and he really likes seeing notifications from me. it makes him smile and he's worried if there's no message or anything from me after his training🤧

who has the most embarrassing taste in music?

he listens to some weird shit when he's training🧍🏻 i blame atsumu for this.

who reads the most?

mhh probably me. but he always buys me new books and mangas i told him about🥺

who’s better with kids?

we're both not good with kids lmao but a lot of kids look up to him and love him.

who’s the one that fixes things around the house?

none of us :') we need to call someone to fix it.

who cooks and who cleans up?

kiyoomi likes doing both but i always try my best to help him and to learn from him. he's a great cook and there's no house that's cleaner than his lmao

the nsfw selfship ask game

KIYOOMI X LISA

who is the loudest? 

oh definitely me. he isn't really loud when we're having sex but it's really hot and deep groans and he praises me a lot. the first few times i needed to ask him if he's even enjoying it because he was super silent💀

who is the more submissive? 

me! he likes to be in control and loves it when i'm submissive for him. he's a great dom and always makes sure that i'm feeling okay and comfortable.

who is more expirimental? 

probably me

do they fuck or make love? 

make love! but when he's stressed and needs some stress relief, he fucks me stupid :)

lights on or lights off? 

kiyoomi prefers lights off a little more because he feels that it's more intimate like that. but it really depends on the situation and the mood.

who likes sexting the most? 

mee!! i love teasing him like that but he sucks at it tbh :( his text messages can be super dry and boring🥲 it's only good if we're facetiming and can actually hear and see eachother.

who is more likely to be caught maturbating? 

me. he barley masturbates and if he does, it's in the shower and pretty quick.

who is better at oral and who prefers it? 

sakusa is really fucking good with his tongue and loves making me cum like that. he could lay between my thighs, eating me out for the whole fucking day. he also enjoys when i suck him off but he won't let that happen too much because he prefers giving.

who usually initiates things? 

mhhh it's probably me most of the times. he doesn't have that high sex drive compared to me, so it's very often me who begs him to fuck me. he does get turned on pretty fast tho

who has the most/weirdest kinks?

omi might be a secret little pervert but it's still me >:)

[m00nz-artpad]

A strange concept I had was Stranger Things x Sally Face. I know they're different times and all, but I became hyperfixated on how all the gang would interact with the party.

Sal is the best to go to for making schemes and plans because he's been dealing with the strange and paranormal for longer than everyone else. Maybe not the best strategist, but he's a realist at heart and doesn't try to get the kids way in over their heads

Todd can create things to help the party in their investigations and also for when they go to the Upside Down. He managed to turn Sal's Gearboy into a ghost hunting device, he'd be able to turn just about anything into a tool to deal with just about anything the Upside Down throws at them.. with trial and error of course

Larry would be the best friend to most of the party members, but he's also the most protective. He's the alternate to Steve (since Eddie isn't around ue ue ue) and acts sort of like the cool uncle everyone likes who commits minor (and sometimes major) crimes and screams "FUCK THE COPS" every time he sees one... unless it's Hopper. Everyone loves Hopper

Ashley would definitely teach everyone how to fight properly and you can't prove me otherwise. She knows how to fight and isn't afraid to step up and help the party out in the ways that matter. She cares about their safety and takes a sort of older sister role for a few of the kids, taking their feelings into account

Dude. It's gotten so bad that I've drawn artwork for this shit.

Obviously things would be moved around, such as Addison Apartments and the like. Addison Apartments and the Devourers of God cult still very much exist and instead they're both on the outskirts of Hawkins, as well as the church. That's why mostly goes unnoticed because they're so disconnected from the small town that nobody really pays attention to the strange church or weird, creepy apartments. They just kind of brush them off.

Sal and the gang are the same age as Steve (so a year older than Nancy and Jonathan) and most of their storyline is still roughly the same - Red-Eyes, the funky ass bologna, the cult, etc. It's just also intertwined with the events of Stranger Things. Sal and Larry are close friends with Eddie before 1986 since all three of them share very similar musical tastes and interests in general, so he's extremely prevalent in their story in this AU.

Nancy is also the only one of the party who witnesses Red-Eyes because she visits the apartments for a project she and Sal are doing and it tries to attack her. That of course brings Nancy and Sal closer and makes Sal a rival to Steve for a bit because Sal very obviously has a crush on Nancy (can you blame him?) but once Sal and Steve have to work together with the party, they actually talk things out and it's (mostly) okay.

By the events of season 4, Sal and the gang are attending college in Columbus, Ohio after the cult disappears mysteriously with the Mind Flayer during the destruction of Starcourt Mall, all in hopesto have a normal life. Only to be called back when the cult suddenly reappears and Chrissy dies by some unknown force.

Anyways, that's a lot of info dumping on a wild ass au that probably nobody but me cares about because I overthink everything and make up weird ausall the time, especially with Sally Face. So that's that. And here's the pictures I used for reference of the artwork. Rest assured. I will be posting more about this whack au with even more art.

please don't tell me that this au doesn't work because i am well aware of that. just let me have my delusions

[ratsoh-writes]

I have a feeling I'm either going to get Honey or a Horrortale skele, so here we go for Matchups! -🍊

Personality

-introverted

-nervous/jumpy/sensitive

-artistic/creative

-very sleepy. I stay up till 5am and sleep till 2pm.

-helpful! I like feeling needed lol.

-sensitive. I have an abusive mother im in therapy for, so I need someone soft :(

Hobbies

-im very artistic! I love drawing, painting, listening to music, even making it, anything that keeps my hands busy and my ADHD at bay.

-minecraft! I've just downloaded the game, I've had it for a year now, and I love the building in it lol. The mobs scare me tho.

-rps!!! I LOVE roleplaying!!!! Rpg games, DnD, hell, I even have a few oc based text rps on discord I'm into. It gets me SO excited when I make up little stories with my friends, the gremblin in my enjoys shiny new universes

Dislikes

-Snarky/teasing/snappy jokes, or being teased in general. I'm a sensitive person who takes a bit too much to heart. Mal and Red scare me.

-loud noises/crowded areas. Another trama trigger for me, I feel trapped in a situation and it makes me paranoid. I'd rather sit outside and watch a thunderstorm than go to a local fair.

-being pushed out of my comfort zone and/or being forced to get in contact with family I've kicked out of my life, the whole 'well family is family!' saying means jack shit to me. I've put my demons at bay, I don't want someone to push me out of my comfort zone, or else I feel sick with nerves. I don't like traveling or being around a lot of people, I'd rather just text someone than see them face to face, words come easier then. Brain weird.

Deal breakers

-anyone who forces me to be social. I have anxiety, leave me be dammit. If someone kept pushing and complaining about it, it would make me feel guilty and blegh. Let's not go down that rabbit hole.

-cheating, I have a low image of myself, I don't need someone flirting with others or being all handy with them. Once the wound it made, I'm not letting the knife near me again.

-someone who yells a lot. Loud voices, especially male ones, make me panicked and scared. If Edge ever lectured me I would simply. Cry.

-someone violent, which is a given. Sorry mafia men, but blood scares me. I'm a wheeny.

-someone forcing me to change. I'm chonky, so being forced into a diet or something would make me think low of myself, I couldn't stay with someone like that. Or someone pushing me to get anxiety meds or giving me a bedtime. I like my independence and I'm working on myself, I don't need to be pressured to do it faster.

-passive aggressiveness, it makes me confused on what to say in an argument and that junk.

Flaws

-most of these have already been said, but I'm introverted with low energy, I don't like going to big events or traveling away from home.

-sensitive. Any jokes aimed at me can and will be obsessed over to oblivion, I'm not the teasing type.

-awkward. I was kinda isolated as a kid, so social skills are hard. Don't expect me to pop up on conversations all the time, I mostly listen to what my friends say and nod along.

-hygene. This is also something I'm working on. I've had depression episodes that sometimes still surface, sometimes it's hard to even leave my bed, let along brush my teeth, hair, etc. Some days I'm just not feeling it. I also come from a neglectful house, so I wasn't even raised with those habits. But I'm trying, and that's what I'm focusing on. Don't be like 'ewEwW yOu HaVeNt BrUsHeD yOuR TeEtH tOdAy?!' That's both hurtful and annoying, life sucks man

-god aweful at spelling, sorry rat

Attraction

-someone who's soft and caring. I never had a motherly figure, and I'm too old now for my dad to watch me like a toddler, so I want to feel the love I mostly missed out on. Not babied or anything, just loved and cared for. Hug me, please. Alternatively: aha mommy kink go brr

-cuddly/affectionate. I need to feel wanted, since I was raised in a house that I wasn't, so words of reassurance are really nice, especially if that person wants to be around me close enough to cuddle

I tried making this as neat as I could, since I tend to ramble a lot, so I hope this layout is easy to read! Tell me if I need to add any physics stuff, thank you for the matchup! -🍊

Alright, you were right on probably getting a horror lol. I think the best fit for you is……..BASIL (horrorswap papyrus)!

Here’s the tricky bit. Getting to know basil is here. He’s also extremely anxious, to the point where he’s practically non-verbal to anyone he doesn’t know. But once you do get close enough for him to crush and even confess, you’ll get to see a butch more protective and attentive side to him. Basil is a protector at his core and actually prefers a timid SO unlike honey who likes confident and organized characters.

Basil would be great at balancing between encouraging you to be your best self and not being too pushy. Gentle is basically his main personality trait. And considering who it is here, it’s hard to feel nagged with him being the one giving you those gentle reminders.

You like cuddles? You’re getting your cuddles. Basil is shy about touch so it’s up to you to initiate, but when you do, you’ll find that he’s pretty much touch starved. He likes having you in his lap the most. Basil has mild insomnia so cuddling with a SO is the best way to help him doze off

Basil hasn’t been introduced to the wonderful world of video games yet. Minecraft would be a great starter! If you manage to get him into it, he’ll wind up getting addicted to sims most likely. Or FarmVille. He likes chill games

One important thing about dating basil is that your basically going to have to go vegetarian. You can eat meat outside the house when he’s not around, but the sight and taste of raw meat is a trigger for him. Luckily he’s a wonderful cook and makes up for it in his baking and pasta ;)

I was also thinking of rust and possibly slim for you. (Yes I know slim is a mafia but he’s great at keeping his work hidden)

[atsunflower]

Rated: SFW

Author notes: *sigh* for the third time the damned app ate up the tags. This one took me too long and I'm excited for write about my man suna again. This is also pretty different from what I'm used to write, but why not? Please enjoy your reading.

Warnings: cursing, substance usage/mentions, break-ups and me trynna be funny.

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He looked at them with expectation as the beats smoothly faded, indicating the song's ending. 

If he were to be honest, the pair before him was a pain in the ass, but their opinion was that important because, when it came to music, they were the best at it. He felt no shame nor jealousy in admitting it.

"Dunno, the hook sounds like a Vice headline ta me." The bleach-haired male said, hearring the song's outro blaring through the studio speakers.

"Isn't it a Kid Milli reference, tho?" The other asked while munching a chip. He frowned at them, not understanding their point.

"Whatever. You two are no help anyways." Hearring their bullshit, the brunette already regretted this collab. He paused the queued song, turning to the other two with a blank stare.

The twins before him snickered, knowing they successfully hit a nerve. They couldn't help it, provoking Suna was one of their favorite hobbies.

"The song is good, but I gotta tell ya this butt hurt phase of yers is pretty lame." The faux-blond opened his mouth again, spinning around the studio with the desk chair. 

"Fuck you, Atsumu" He snapped, almost giving in to the desire of decking them both on the face.

"Tsumu's right, ya Lil Peep wannabe. Can't believe this break up ended up that bad." Osamu said in mockery, throwing the empty Lay's wrapper at him. He scoffed, disposing the wrapper on the bin before getting back at the screen to look at the FL studio interface.

"It's not that I have a broken heart. I just wanna know what's wrong with my life" He shrugged, blindly tacting over the desk in search of his Juul.

"Yeah Samu, he's just grieving over those fancy ass Dior Jordans. Sunarin is incapable of mundane things like a broken heart." His blond friend was partially right.

Suna Rintaro was many things: alt model, music producer, cloud artist and a decent volleyball player that almost went pro. But if there was something he could never be, it was a lucky man on love matters.

With his fair share of failed relationships, the artist could never pinpoint when things went wrong. It would always be the same: he would meet a girl, they would have a good time and then, the chick would turn out demanding as fuck.

In the end, every single one of them would slap him across the face and leave his life banging the front door shut like crazy — last week, it was Mika who broke things off, but not before setting his limited edition pair of jordans on fire. He would never get over those sneakers.

"Good for him, those kicks were kinda ugly." Osamu said in a bored manner. Suna felt his soul leaving his body.

"The hell, Osamu?" He was ready to fight, deeply offended by the attack at his taste in fashion.

"Yo, you two." Atsumu butted in, checking something on his phone "Y'all are drifting away from our problem."

"That is?" The other brother asked.

"Cheer up Sunarin before he fucks up with the Album." If Suna had the energy, he would kick both Miyas out of his studio "And I gotta the perfect thing. Let's hang out at Akagi's tonight, he just invited us." The already distressed musician felt the soul leaving his body for the second time that afternoon. He was sure both twins wished his death.

"Not a fucking chance. Last time I went there I almost died because of that weird stuff we smoked." 

"Aw, Sunarin, Kita'll be there too." The faux-blonde tried to persuade. The mention of their older, responsible and straight edge friend made Suna look at them with interest. But he needed more, though. Based on the last experience, he didn't have the will to risk his life going to Akagi's house once again. A shiver descended his spine as the male recalled how much he threw up that night.

"Suna, man, I gotta agree with Tsumu. Yer feelings are showing in your music." Osamu said as if he was some kind of genius.

"Isn't art about it, tho?" He deadpanned "Expressing feelings and shit?" He asked, staring them dead in the eye. The males before him shivered because of its intensity. Suna snickered.

"Man says art, but most of his songs are about the Nikes on his feet and the Tesla in his garage." Atsumu mocked "What the fuck?" The blonde barely dodged the moleskine thrown at him.

"Don't chew on me when you do the same, asshat. This is called character development." As unnerving the twins were, he felt a whole lot better in their company "Just lemme produce my sad stuff in peace."

"Cut us some slack, ya dumbfuck. We're just worried about ya." Osamu protested " 'Sides, no wonder no girl sticks by yer side. You know what the chicks find sexy? Seizing the means of production, not yer dumb car."

"You two are so la—" The musician was interrupted mid sentence, startled by the blond figure clutching his phone with enthusiasm.

"Oi Samu," Atsumu's loud voice startled the other two, as he excitedly fisted the air.

"What the fuck?" Suna asked, dropping the Juul on the floor.

"She'll be there tonight." The blond said, looking at his brother with a new wave of joy.

"The fuck? She who?" The brunette frowned.

"Ya gotta go and find out, man." The gray haired twin said with a knowing smile, matching his brother's excitement.

The night out felt somewhat draining. The booze, the music and the company were great, but his lack of energy was a mood killer.

Cheer me up my ass, Suna cursed internally as he observed everyone getting wasted all over the place. He grimaced at the sight, realizing the meeting with the twins was enough social interaction for the day.

He didn't know what's gotten into him. The male knew it wasn't necessarily caused by the break up, but he couldn't help the feeling down.

Right now, life just felt lowkey suffocating. 

Being a public figure meant being under the spotlights the most of time.

People talked.

People assumed.

Media was all over him, ready to catch a scandall.

And of fucking course his name was on gossip headlines. It even occupied a spot on twitter trending topics for a day or so.

"Fuck me." He said before the lukewarm beer went down his throat.

"Sunarin!" He heard Atsumu shouting from his right "I want you to meet someone!" And only now he noticed the blond had his left arm over a girl's shoulders.

Oh, that's the one they were talking about, maybe? the brunette realized. What's the hype, tho? He asked himself, eyeing your figure.

"[Name], this is Suna. Sunarin, this is [Name], best girl ever and the mastermind behind the visuals of mine and Samu's last album" The bleach-haired male said with a proud smirk, ruffling your hair. You were obviously shy.

How cute, the brunette thought.

"Dumbass, don't embarrass me in front of others!" You nudged the Miya with your elbow "Nice to meet you, I saw your name on TMZ last week—" You said beaming and he grunted.

I take it back. Not cute at all, the man internally screamed, not ready to talk about the recent events. He didn't even want to listen to the rest of your speech, your cheery voice went through his ears in a white noise.

"And this makes me really excited for your album. The interview about the collab with dumb and dumber was lit." You continued, the words were genuine and you seemed really interested "And I also relate on a spiritual level because I know working with them is hell."

Oh, she's talking about the album. He realized in relief.

"Yo, I heard good things about you too. The design of their album was hella sick, even though they two suck ass." Suna snickered when he heard Atsumu protesting. You only left out a giggle, joining him on the teasing.

The blond kept ranting about how bad of friends the two of you were.

"I didn't introduce y'all ta gang up on me. Bye, I'm finding another company. Ya two suck." The blonde Miya said, leaving only you and Suna in the sofa area.

"Uh, so…" He drifted off, trying to start some small talk

"Yeah..." You both giggled at the awkwardness "Not enjoying the night?"

"Too much happening right now. Lots of people talking shit 'bout me." He sipped the beer, grimacing at the stale taste of the drink "Hope they cancel me already. So all this shit dies down." Suna looked away, suddenly shy for opening up to a stranger.

"You're a famous guy and the break-up wasn't that scandalous. It'll be over eventually, just beware the sneaker cult." Your amusement was comfort enough. You didn't make intrusive questions about the events and merely joked it off. He felt so worn out by the situation but, at least, your presence wasn't overbearring.

"How is it everyone knows about the jordans?" You shrugged it off, laughing at the distressed face he mocked. Sighing in relief, Suna couldn't deny how refreshing your presence was. Not to be a jerk, but usually, the girls either were all over him or judged every single move he made. You were just that easygoing.

"Well, I don't think you came here to sulk on the sofa all night long. Why don't we join them by the pool and down some shots?" You hopped off of your seat, pointing to the glass doors. All the boys were waving at you two and suddenly, Suna felt a wave of joy run down his body.

Atsumu was right. Best girl ever.

At some point of the night, everything became about you.

All he could hear was the sound of your voice and all the time, his eyes were drawn to your figure. He couldn't figure out a reason for it, but the rapper wasn't complaining either.

A sharp pang at the side of Suna's head broke the trance he was in. Osamu had a shit eating grin on his face, eyeing the ravenette with amusement.

"We told ya so." The younger twin mused whilst he handed a long neck of vodka to the other.

"Stop. This is dumb."

"Yer dumb. But you ain't that dumb ta dare ta mess with her." The gray-haired Miya squinted at him, menacingly pointing the bottle in his hand at the brunette. The latter shrugged it off, opening his drink.

"Nah, I'm good." And he meant it.

But how could he explain the situation he was in?

Lips and hands wandered over the expanse of his skin. Everything was too hot and too good at the same time. Overwhelming, even.

He wanted more, more and more. There wasn't enough of you.

And if it wasn't unfair enough, his body felt lethargic. He was desperate, but couldn't keep up with the rhythm you imposed. Be it the alcohol or the stress, his body gave up and blacked out, even before you could undress each other.

In the morning after, a pounding headache woke him up. Suna didn't dare to open his eyes, but the morning breath fanning over his face was unbearable.

"I can't believe a cutie like you have a stinky breath like this." The complaint came out in a raspy voice, accompanied by an annoyed grunt.

Someone snickered on the other side of the room.

"Man, I didn't know you had the hots fer Samu." Atsumu was somewhere across the room, laughing at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Hearing the other, Suna's body jolted, dizziness made his head spin in the process. He felt sick in the stomach and the morning light made his eyes sting. "When did I get back here?" The male looked around, realizing he was sprawled over Akagi's floor, right beside Osamu, who didn't even squirm at the loud voices in the room.

"What do ya mean? We never left" Atsumu frowned, uncaping a water bottle he was holding "Ya puked on Kita and passed out. The boys were too wasted ta drag yer sorry ass back home so we all crashed here." The blonde was dumbfounded, trying to figure out how wasted Suna got last night.

Suna wanted to know too. After all, there was no way the events envolving you were a product of his drunk mind.

facts:

• Suna's artist name is yosemite.

• He has a Tesla Model S because of Frank Ocean.

• He takes his Nikes very seriously.

• No, not all of his songs are about the car and the kicks.

• He and the Miya twins got a sports scholarship because of volleyball, but they dropped out of school to make music.

• The three of them created Inarizaki, the label they're making music under. Kita and Aran manage it.

• Both Miya twins are beatmakers and music producers. They recently debuted as artists and now are making a collab EP with Suna, thus Atsumu's concern about the album.

[dreamiesdotcom]

careful (slow spin-off) | l.jn, n.jm

Summary: With Jaemin, things are just... a lot nicer. Lighter.

Word Count: 1.6k

"Hyuck, stop staring. Jaemin seems sweet and all, but he looks like he's ready to pick a fight," Mark groans then slouches at his chair.

Was he up making music again? Why is Mark so devoted to helping that guy? Jeno doesn't really understand.

He looks at Donghyuck, then to where he's staring at. He briefly recognizes Renjun and his friends, one of them with entwined fingers as Na Jaemin. That's the person Donghyuck has been staring at for the past fifteen minutes.

"Hyuck. Seriously, I don't think you even know his best friend's name."

"That lovely person right there, you see, is Y/N," Donghyuck proudly states. He scoffs, "Please, I don't go around flirting with strangers. "

Jeno returns a similar expression, momentarily bringing down his book. He tilts his head, "Well, have you ever hung out?"

He pauses, breathes one beat late, and then sighs. Mark sits up straight, steals a glance at the other side of the room, and then waits for Donghyuck's answer.

The sunkissed boy just shakes his head, "No."

There's just enough pause there, enough hesitance in his voice that he cannot be trusted. Instead of pointing that out, Jeno laughs, shrugs, and sets his eyes on his book. Whatever the hell it is that happened between pages 108 and 112, he doesn't understand at all.

Jeno tries to recall an old memory: he remembers being teamed up with Huang Renjun for a while because of a photography project. He remembers staying up late with the boy at a convenience store, editing pictures, and drowning in coffee.

They didn't talk much — the only time Renjun talked about something other than the task at hand was when he was pointing at the park across, and that brings him to the question; Why did Donghyuck lie?

"Let's just get out of here," Mark announces, drinking his coffee quickly.

Jeno absentmindedly collects his belongings as Hyuck blushes over whatever it is they heard that he didn't, and then stands up and heads for the door. He lets them walk first, then he watches for a while.

What is it exactly that brought him to this point?

"Careful..." were the words Mark drawled out to Jeno back then when they were much younger. Then, after that, he'd smile, "You look at Hyuck like you're about to fall. Careful, Lee Jeno."

But Jeno didn't need to hear that, not from Mark at least. He was responsible and rational, he thought things through before he dived deep — Mark does the same, but he's all blurs between safe and dangerous and the last thing Jeno needs is Mark telling him to be careful because the older's definition of careful is most people's careless. That was a piece of advice, though. Jeno should've listened.

Jeno didn't need Mark to tell him to watch himself before he falls, because he knows what's proper and what's not. It was out of his control that everything seemed right with Donghyuck.

###

What does blue taste like? Jeno read from that one time Mark's recent subject has left his notebook. He didn't mean to look at what doesn't belong to him, but the question has him curious enough.

The answer? It's something Jeno can't seem to get out of his mind.

What does blue taste like? Repeats the question. The answer comes in rough cursive, sloppy, and messy handwriting, as if the writer couldn't see through the emotions they felt as they scribbled out: For me, it's sometimes bitter, sort of sweet, and it's overwhelmingly strong. It's watching your friends fall in love with each other. It's falling in love with one of your best friends.

Sometimes it tastes like the orange juice you drink as you watch said best friend fall in love with somebody else, sour like the realization that it wasn't you he fell for when all you've done is crash to him.

And truthfully, the kid was weird, but he was adorable. He's tall, handsome, and he danced like he was born for it, so good that Jeno really wouldn't be surprised if he was, but he was shy and awkward and clumsy as well, far from the bubbly and confident people his best friend liked. He didn't see why Mark was so interested in this kid.

As he accidentally reads this page, however, he doesn't care for all of that. He just wonders how sweet smiles carry such heartaches, and maybe, he thinks of how similar they are .

He doesn't know what the hell it was that happened within those months his best friend — the one he's hopelessly in love with — shined brighter than the others, but right now he thinks he has a clue: playing the guitar side by side with Mark on Christmas Eve, watching Donghyuck kiss the love of his life under the mistletoe (which he manually holds above their heads) after singing that person a song he wrote for months. Jeno's pretty sure he doesn't need any context anymore. He just keeps on thinking about the excerpt he accidentally read from Park Jisung's notebook and then laughs along even if he doesn't understand anything going on.

He walks home that day without telling either Mark or Hyuck.

###

Na Jaemin was an occurrence that happened every now and then.

They were friends when they were younger, that's something he wouldn't deny. Somewhere around the room, he knows he still has photos with him laying around. It was a seasonal kind of friendship, and then the occasional kind as they grew up, until it was just... not there. He doesn't know what happened. They're in good terms, he knows that as they've worked on a task together before, but they've never really hung out like then.

Well, not until their best friends got together, at least.

Their circles just kind of merged after that Christmas. There wasn't much change in their routines; they still go on sleepovers, eat lunch together, walk home in groups. Only that this time, there are more people, and there's more laughter, and Jeno isn't looking wistfully at someone all alone.

Jaemin does the same.

It's kind of funny, really. These past few months, it feels like he's catching up to all those lost touches with Jaemin — he's the same weird guy he knew from childhood.

It was awkward at first but then before he knows it, they're all falling into their places like puzzle pieces. Before he knows it, months have passed and they've got closer and they're hanging out at his place, just the two of them, staring at the plastic stars on his ceiling. Unlike before, the unspoken feelings he has for Donghyuck only hurts a little.

With Jaemin, things are just... a lot nicer. Lighter.

"Jisung needs to stop leaving his goddamned notebook around," Jaemin complains, lowering the volume of his speakers so they could talk. Jeno rests his face on his palms, carefully watching the other boy. "He's great at writing but honestly, Jeno, I'm starting to feel guilty. I keep on accidentally reading his stuff and — I need to stop. Oh my God. He's working hard for that showcase and I'm here, peeping at his secret notebook!"

"Well, just ask him? You've been friends for a while now. You even said you basically raised him."

"Well, I did, but I wasn't even supposed to know about it, Jen."

Or maybe you are, Jeno thinks in his head, making some space on the bed for Jaemin who crawls right next to him. He sighs deeply, maybe you keep on stumbling around it because he hopes you'd see. Maybe he hopes you'd realize that he's in love with you.

They stay like that, quiet for a while. After ten minutes, Jaemin seems to fall asleep — he doesn't know when they grew close enough to doze off cuddling, but maybe it's just... always meant to be like this. They'd get their hearts broken and then they'd find solace with each other and they'd grow fond.

He thinks of Jisung for a little, and then he thinks of Mark. He's pretty sure Chenle could be thrown in the mix as well — he thinks of how he and Jaemin used to be part of that unspoken mess, too. Perhaps it's because something weird makes you fall in love with your best friend, like an odd charm. Or maybe it was just them.

These days, Donghyuck doesn't make his heart race as much — he gets excited, sure, seeing him and hanging out, but not for the old reasons. He's happy to see him. He loves him still, too, but it's a different kind of love — the kind he shares for Mark. The kind he's slowly starting to share with their newfound family.

Something changed, too. It felt like a new world after choosing to let his feelings for Donghyuck go, and it seemed like the past weeks, he feels something similar beginning to bloom.

When did it start? From the heartaches they shared stories about? The time they spent together? Did it begin from when they'd started hanging out again? He isn't really sure — all that he's certain about its that beside him, Jaemin looks peaceful and safe, and then Jeno muses to himself: "If you continue being like this, I might fall in love."

He could just hear Mark's voice right now — "Careful, Lee Jeno." — and he could just recall Jisung's hastily written words — 'You look at that person and you feel like you could conquer the world with one hand, but you choose to fall' — and oh, he could.

He could fall.

He's so sure of it — he could fall.

Later, when Jeno keeps his eyes closed at a failed attempt on sleep, Jaemin opens his and presses closer — "Please do."

[professorchaos]

Stan for the ask game play :)

Why I like them

animal lover who sicks up on the girl he likes when he gets nervous. listens to music that makes him depressed just because. doesn't know how to reach out for help, so he tries helping himself through "helping" others... he's just a kid ):

Why I don’t

he's the least interesting of the main 5 to me... but that's just my personal taste! he's very... protagonist-y. thinks he's doing the right thing for everyone else, but generally only has his own best interests really in mind. (that's okay, though, because he's ten years old).

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

fun with veal and clubhouses immediately come to mind. getting old and assburgers are classics, obviously. bebe's boobs destroy society is another great one

Favorite season/movie

can we say that the pandemic special counts as a movie? surprisingly recent but i was very endeared to him in that. also the actual movie. HE WAS SOOOO LITTLE they were all so little!!!

Favorite line

i'm sorry stan stans but i can't think of any. i've failed you

Favorite outfit

TOOLSHED! he looks so SILLY! his kommunity kidz apron was really cute.

OTP

don't really care? i vaguely ship him with wendy, kyle, eric, butters, jimmy, craig, heidi, nichole... but yeah i don't have a strong feeling about it.

Brotp

main 5 (of course) and with each of them separately (very fond of stan and butters friendship, it being based on parker and stough's). everyone i said under brotp. the goth kids, maybe.

Head Canon

nonbinary (but who knows if he'll ever come out now that he's been told he's a "cissy" by everyone who loves him). uses his problems to vent through music and art (note: he makes very weird music and art).

Unpopular opinion

if you kin stan marsh you have to accept that you're trey parker factkin (just kidding, i can't really think of anything). oh wait! i hate his phone destroyer legendary so much. why did they do that to him.

A wish

for him to find hobbies and friends that make him happy!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

i never want to see adult main 5 in the show do not do that to me. do not show me trey parker stan marsh i couldn't take it.

5 words to best describe them

tries too hard god bless

My nickname for them

stan. raven

[sh9outo]

beside you

tags: idk, since this is my first tumblr blog. gn!reader, no specific warning though, little bit mature language, writtern in lowercase, stranger to lover, 1.3k words, royalty au.

pair: prince!todoroki x gn!reader

genre: probably fluff or cheesy romance, idk, you name it :[

it was a beautiful morning, but, you realized this wasn't your room. you woke up beside this two colored hair boy, whose hair you absolutely recognized. it's todoroki shouto, the third prince of whatever kingdom, you name it, since you never really care, you just stumbled unconsciously upon his family territory last night, and now you noticed,

you slept in the same bed as him.

duh, you still a person with feelings after all. you tilted your head to your right and all you loved the view. he's a true beauty, a literal god, or you may now write down all the good and pretty stuff to name this boy. you saw his hand on your stomach—hugged you—and the other, behind your head, as if to made sure whether you are comfortable enough or not.

you sighed. a glamorous view with rays of sunshine really made your eyes stuck at him and his smile, even if he was sleeping.

his hand lingered at your lover body, made you attached with him even more. 'really, shouto?' you were about to move his hand, when he mumbled, “dont go.” you wanted to go, but your heart said the otherwise. “i guess, i won't.” but, you knew, it was a lie. you are no match, for this pretty boy. you stroked his hair gently, 'mm, maybe a little kiss for this eyes wouldn't hurt him.' you kissed his burn mark, and he slowly woke up. his moves suddenly stopped, after he saw you, an unfamiliar face yet dazzling. he never knew, he fell for you.

“ah, you may or may not know me.” you told him as soon as he woke up, and you immediately told him your name, after you realized what was happening in the last five minutes or so. “you may know me, then. i'm todoroki, just call me shouto. i never really cared nor took it seriously, it's just a name after all.” you laughed a little. “well, how did we ended up here?”

those heterochromia eyes blinked, then he shook his head. “you fainted yesterday, on the festival.” ah, that's why. “we didn't do anything weird nor anything that causes me death, right?” you checked yourself, and shouto agreed. you made sure that you two didn't do anything aside from falling asleep together. “i'm pretty sure we're mature enough, so no.”

birds chirping was the first thing you heard after the sudden silence. he got up from his bed and handed you his arm, which made you forgot about the existence of gravity. it was ethereal. you began feeling the clock ticking slowly and your heartbeat faster. you hate this feeling as much as you loved it. he held your hands and put one of your palms in his shoulder, and all you knew was the ball music starting.

his touch signaled you to start the moves and how could you say no? you followed his steps and his smile suddenly widened. “may i have this dance? since you missed yours, yesterday?”

you let him took over the controls, slowly. you just met him last night—but, unfortunately, you were unconscious—but it felt like you've known each other like a decade or more. you realized, this room, felt like a dream, after your eyes wandered around. it's full of a combination of gold and shining things with white and other warm colors. it's perfection.

the music was flowing through your eardrums, made you and shouto looked like the two of you were flying.

outside, the sky turned brighter than before, as the clock ticked. you heard your man—for now—sighed. “what?” you asked. “nothing much, actually. it's like ... i'm seeing a goddess.” how can he said that, while he is charming himself.

you could not help, but melt after you heard his words. it's the known prince, prince shouto. so, there was no way he told you lies. he was and is the honest prince after all.

the music ended, not too long after your last conversation. “please be careful, darling.” he saw you've lost your balance after minutes or hours of this slow dance and he held your hands, tighter but softer. 'please let me, just for a day,' you mumbled under your breath, wished he didn't hear any.

“i have no task for today, so would you like to ... ” the sentence was not completed yet, but he surely going to say something, that made you flustered, because you saw his cheeks darkened with even darker red—redder than his own half hair— “am i getting welcomed here .. or you kidnapped me yesterday?” you joked, and you both laughed.

“i'm not your girlfriend nor your wife and you welcomed me not only in your room but also on your bed?”

“i believed in you.“

his soft voice made your blood rushed more. the room filled with silence, but shouto went to his bed straight away, and patted the empty space beside him, welcomed you in his arms. you were selfish, you want him, surely. you were glad, at least you're in his arms ... for now. you're here not to flirt with this man. you're here because your stupid job brought you here, which hurt your heart, badly.

the nuance changed, you have no choice but to hugged him back, let him know about your feeling, through this touch. you'll leave this room in 12 hours, ready or not.

“let's run away.” while your mind spoke in unison, 'i want to save him.'

fuck. it was never your intention to told him that. you really that scared, believing shouto will call you weird or worse, tell the royal guards about you.

shouto looked a bit surprised, but he smiled. “i believe in you. why not? i wouldn't mind.” sure, that wasn't the answer you've expected. let 12 hours went on as the sun rose. you rested your head onto shouto's shoulder, and you let him brushed his hand upon your hair, while you admired his perfect face.

and seconds after, his head leaned down just to kiss you on your lips. you have no right to accept, but who are you to decline? the taste of caramel and sweets collided, drove you crazy.

“how can this perfect prince be a family of the harmful and considered as the enemy? and why should his family become my next assassination target?” you thought to yourself.

and while he still on your lips, you both thought, that maybe someday, you'll lay beside him, and he will too, enjoying the sight of either the vintage furnishings or a beautiful view with a kid? you both don't really know, but both of you believe, someday ... or maybe in another life cycle. and it's should be each other, forever.

© sh9outo  —  all rights reserved. modifying, copying, or / and translating of any kind is not permitted. kindly do not plagiarize.

[revchainsaw]

Bumblebee (2018)

Good Evening worshippers, and welcome! Today the Cult of Cult goes a little more mainstream than usual. It's been a while since i've tackled a big Hollywood superhero film. But I do believe that these sorts of films will be remembered fondly my small groups of people in the future, especially the smaller films that are being overshadowed by the big bad MCU, films like 2018s Bumblebee.

The Messsage

Bumblebee was originally released as a prequel to the Transformers franchise that had started all the way back in 2007. However, reboots had really hit the market as a way to breath new life into struggling franchises, and the Transformers series had already gone to just about every absurd extreme you could imagine. No changes were made to the movie as it was released, but with it's more childish and heartfelt tone, and a new aesthetic that was softer, smoother, and all around just generally more pleasing to the eye, I think it was a wise choice to rebrand Bumblebee as a new beginning.

Our story is of two friends from two very different worlds and how they came together. Our first character is Bumblebee, then known as B- number sign/it doesn't really matter. Not yet Bumblebee is a soldier set with securing a safe location for the Autobots to regroup and make their home as they suffer a pretty serious defeat on cybertron at the hands of the tyrannical Decepticons. Optimus Prime, here again voiced by Peter Cullen and looking so much more like himself, assigns this task to Bumblebee promising him that they will meet him there when the time comes. Then Optimus fucks off for the rest of the run time making way for our little hero.

Bumblebee lands on Earth and is immediately set upon by John Cena and his military goon squad. It probably would have been wise for Bumblebee to avoid John Cena but in his defense, he couldn't see him. Hardy har har. In his attempt to flee his voice box is damaged, he seeks sanctuary by taking the form of a run down little VW bug, and suffers from amnesia.

Then we have Charlie. Charlie is not like other girls. She likes cars, all the retro music, which wasn't retro when the movie takes place, so I'm supposed to just think she's a rocker but it kinda seems like she'll listen to just about anything. I think in 2018 liking Motorhead and The Smiths (who are used ad nauseum in this movie) is perfectly common, but I feel like in the 80s that was a much different and much older attitude to take.

Anyway Charlie's poor family lives in a super fucking nice house and are poor because the dialogue keeps insisting they are so it must be true despite all the shit they have that actually poor people would sell blood and teeth to attain, but hell, this is Hollywood and Hollywood poor is like regular people upper middle class. Charlies family is so poor that instead of giving her a one time graduation/birthday present to buy a part for a car she already has, they just give her a moped, She also spends all her time at a pull apart where the manager (who might be her uncle that wasn't super clear) is willing to just give her a Volkswagen so I don't understand why she didn't already have the project car up and running. Whatever, it's a plot contrivance. All you need to know is that Charlie is tenacious and hard around the edges cuz her dad is dead and she's not yet mature enough to process that in a healthy way. Maybe her character arch will teach her to let others in, we'll have to find out.

There's also a wacky nerd named Memo, and some bad guys, and John Cena. They are all also pretty archetypal and contrived and don't really do anything of note that isn't just filling a beat that this kind of movie needs to walk. Charlie starts Bumblebee up, discovers he's a robot and the two begin to bond. Charlie learns to make a friend, and bumblebee is learning about himself. They get into hijinks and get revenge on a bully girl who makes Regina George look like a saint, she pretty much only picks on Charlie exclusively for having a dead dad.

The moment Bumblebee is woken back up, some technology goof em up that both he and Charlie are unaware of brings two Decepticon baddies into the picture. I don't remember their names, but since I love The Venture Brothers let's say they can be "Jet Boy and Jet Girl". Jet Boy and Jet Girl are sometimes cars, sometimes various flying military vehicles, and they make friends with the deep state and plan to get all the adrenochrome from all the orphans, or just to go find Bumblebee and beat his ass good cuz their bad guys. Let me tell y'all though, Jet Boy and Jet Girl are so bad that they don't even care that the government is listening when they reveal that they are planning on bringing a Decepticon Invasion and after they rough up Bumblebee real good they are going to destroy all life on this planet. So they start by killing a military scientist.

John Cena is after Bumblebee and he's homies with Jet Boy and Jet Girl until the military scientist butt dials him and he hears the evil plan. John Cena goes from heel to face and helps Bumblebee and Charlie save the day. It's a giant CG clusterfuck climax a la any superhero film in the last 10 years and I basically stopped watching. BumbleBee pulls a Hellraiser on Jet Boy, and then he hits Jet Girl with a freaking boat. Charlie uses her diving skills do dive down and save him, but he's a Giant Robot and he was okay and it was literally pointless for her to to except as a way to show that her character has completed her arch by doing the thing that was representative of her connection with her lost father.

Bumblebee turns into the Camaro from the first movie, meets up with Optimus prime, and the stage is set for this prequel to squeeze more prequels out. So it wasn't very creative, but was it bad? Let's find out.

Please Stand to receive the Benediction.

Best Aspect: Transform the Franchise

Bumblebee was directed by Travis Knight of Laika fame and it shows. This movie marks a stylistic change in the transformers franchise, as in it doesn't look like utter dog shit, but it also represents in many ways a tonal shift. It does hold on to a lot of gross sleaze that has unfortunately been forcibly jammed into the DNA of the franchise but it also attempts to be a more heartfelt entry. The characters of Bumblebee might all be sort of a waste of time, but at least they are doing something with emotions, even if the emotions of the characters are only explored as deeply as a children's cartoon I'm glad they are there. In the previous installments the only thing the characters did between running from action piece to seizure inducing action piece was drool over underage girls like a bunch of chimpanzees at the facility where they test experimental E.D. meds. It was nice to see that at least somewhat tampered. This transformers movie feels more like it's for kids and young teenagers, and strangely that more friendly tone makes for a much less juvenile product.

Worst Aspect: Remember I Love the 80s from the 2000s

I hope you really like Stranger Things. I do, but because Stranger Things was so successful it' s going to be everywhere. Not true Stranger Things just 80s nostalgia porn. This 80s nostalgia is going to be forced on you whether you like it or not, and it's not going to be fun. It's gonna be in your shows, in your music, in your Sunday like Bacon in 2010. It's that or Marvel Franchise Brand Whedonisms. Bumblebee is that brave movie that says, "Why not both?" It would seem fitting that a property as quintessentially 80s as Transformers should feel completely comfortable doing a period piece set in the 80's but it's so fucking half hearted it's depressing. It wasn't done to appreciate the roots of the IP, it was done to cash in on a trend and it feels it. All they did was throw up a date and insufferably force an 80s soundtrack down your throat as if that was enough to convince you that this movie needed to be set during this time. Other than that you could have told me this film was set in 2007 and I couldn't tell you any different.

Best Character: Charlie's an Angel

I liked Charlie. Sure her Arc is predictable, her taste is dumb, and she isn't exactly a master of her own destiny to any degree. But at least she is a woman in a transformers movie who's got something going on. Sure she's defined entirely by grief, but that sure is better than pretending that being able to work on cars is a feminist character trait instead of a weird fetish thing. They certainly do that thing with Charlie, but at least it's not the only thing they throw at the wall. Bumblebee is by no means out of the woods in this department, but it garners a lot of goodwill for trying. Like a racist uncle who just started his journey out of ignorance, but hasn't yet realized he has to stop asking mortifying questions to the barista at Starbucks. Okay, maybe that's an extreme metaphor. I'm saying that perhaps Charlie is not a great character but she's a great character for a Transfomers movie.

Worst Character: It's JOOOOHHHNNNN CEEEENA!!!!

Why is John Cena in this movie? I don't hate the guy, but his character seems pointless. You could remove him from the movie completely and replace him with any one of the random military goons at any point and it changes nothing. What was with that dumb salute at the end? It seems like they put him in this movie in post and it was just to pump up cast list. I wish he was given anything to work with. I can't remember his characters name, and it's not like John Cena did a bad job, I was just annoyed every time they kept giving him hero shots. I felt like I was watching a trailer for a different movie.

Best Actor: Optimal Primo!

Every time Peter Cullen speaks I want to listen. There's a reason they haven't had Chris Pratt or somebody with a bigger name come in and take over the role at this point. He's why the audience keep coming back. Peter Cullen IS Optimus Prime, and there's no changing that. He also wins twice. He's the best actor in the movie AND he's barely in the movie. Good call Peter.

Worst Actor: Mean Girls 2, Meaner and Girlier

I don't want to be cruel so I'm not going to go into to much detail, but there's an actress in this film who's performance is so mustache twirlingly evil and stupid that it ruined my suspension of disbelief when i knew going in that i was about to endure a 2 hour toy commercial about robots that turn into cars. Beldar Conehead was a more convincing human being than Tina.

Best Effect: Goo Be Gone

I really appreciated when the bad guys shot the government nerd into a blast of snot. That was pretty fun for me. Best part of the movie hands down.

Worst Effect: Live Action?

Bumblebee is a cartoon. It's a great looking cartoon but it doesn't sell itself that way. If we were doing a Roger Rabbit thing I'd have no gripes. However, I think CG is just getting worse. I'm criticizing this and it's still lightyears better than the previous entry's on the franchise. No transformation or fight sequence in Bumble Bee had me straining to make sense of what I was looking at. I think it was a great idea to start using some basic shapes and outlines to these characters, and return somewhat to their 80s designs. But at certain points, especially when there were no humans in the shot, i was pretty convinced I was watching Clone Wars. There may not be anyway around this, as the Transformers concept might not be able to be pulled off in any more effective manner. It's a minor gripe, but I just didn't think it looked like anything other than a very expensive cartoon, and in this franchise that's a compliment, because it least it looked like SOMETHING!

Best Scene: Space Opera

I am not a Transformers fan. I missed the boat on the cartoon as a kid. I would sometimes catch it at friends houses but I was more into Batman, Star Wars, and Ninja Turtles. By the time I came onto the scene the world had moved on to Beast Wars. I did one day arbitrarily decide that my favorite Transformer was Sound Wave. He looked great in this. I am a big fan of the return to form with a lot of the character designs in this. They really did keep the things that worked from the other adaptations, and they are steadily removing the things that didn't. For this reason, the scenes on Cybertron, particularly the battle with Soundwave (i prefer for personal reasons) looked great and were exciting to watch. I remember thinking Cybertron used to look like a Marilyn Manson shot a music video from inside to dumpster. This is so much better.

Worst Scene: Blocking the Box

There's a scene in Bumblebee where Charlie's family decides the best way to save their daughter was to cause a pile up of vehicles in an intersection, and it's pure contrived writing that saved any character in that sequence from being killed in a horrific traffic accident. It was stupid, played for laughs, and it wasn't exciting as much as it was anxiety inducing. I also thought that there was no reason the covert military group covering up extraterrestrial life wouldn't just disappear this family of fucking morons in their little piece of shit car. The logic of the scene was just so childish like, "No they won't hit me, I'm a good person."

Summary

Bumblebee may be remembered fondly in a decade. I think especially if the Transformers franchise were to end here. It didn't get the publicity of the other films, and that really is a shame. For my money, this was the best Transformers movie so far. I was very tempted to give Bumblebee a C, it does just enough to right what was wrong from the other movies to make me appreciate all that work. This movie has heart, and if you are at all into Transformers then l think you should see it. It's still pretty stupid, and pretty basic. It's not offering anything new to the genre, and it feels like a commercial for more movies. I really wish we could just get movies that want to tell a story. I thought it over and decided that it wasn't fair not to grade Bumblebee on it's own merits. Bumblebee is substantially better than the films that preceded it, but that's not saying a lot, when the films that preceded it are joyless exercises in self abuse.

Overall Grade: D

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Okie I have come to the rescue and we’re both whores for one piece character now

Do Zoro sfw + nsfw

YESS THANK YOU!!

the sfw selfship ask game

-> send me a character out of my selfships and i'll answer these questions <3 please clarify if you want me to do the sfw or nsfw version!!

ZORO X LISA

who is the grumpiest in the morning?

definitely zoro🥲 this man gets even more sleep than me and still is grumpy as fuck when he needs to wake up

who worries more when the other is sick/hurt?

he worries about me a lot but HE IS ALWAYS IN TROUBLE... i need to worry about him every second day because he an idiot and you never know what he's gonna do next >:(

who plays pranks on the other?

usopp and i always prank him and if he falls for it (which happens rarely😔) it's the funniest thing ever!!

who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa?

mhhh probably me? i just lay myself on top of him when he's sleeping and he always wraps his big arms around me and won't let me go anymore. he would never admit it, but he loves cuddling almost as much as i do.

who insists on creating nicknames for the other?

me💀 he claims to hate them but when i don't use them, he's offended.

who says "i love you" first?

surprisingly zoro said it first. he was getting jealous because i spend so much time with the "pervert cook" when i could also just spend time with him instead. he was blushing so hard when he dragged me out of the kitchen to yell at me and tell me that he loves me🤧 let's just say usopp and my plan to make zoro jealous by spending more time with sanji worked >:)

who's the messiest one?

we both are but it's me ig😔

who feels the most uncomfortable about pda?

zoro! he just likes everything a little more private (also to keep me safe). but when someone tries to hit on me, he gets jealous and immediately shows that person that i'm his.

who's the funniest drunk?

ohh definitely zoro!!!

who texts the most?

me.. he almost never texts me and his answers are always so short :')

who has the most embarrassing taste in music?

definitely zoro!! he listens to some weird shit sometimes when he's training...

who reads the most?

i don't think zoro ever held a book in his hand🧍🏻

who's better with kids?

did you guys see that one filler episode where he helped that mother with the children? or how he treats chopper? it's zoro.

who's the one that fixes things around the house?

zoro could fix it, but he's too tired to do so. franky or usopp do it for us lmao

who cooks and who cleans up?

sanji cooks..... zoro and i eat :) but we help to clean everything up!

the nsfw selfship ask game

ZORO X LISA

who is the loudest?

oh me!!! there's no way i can stay quiet with him..... he barley makes any sounds though, only some deep and super hot groans :(

who is the more submissive?

100% me.... listen, i'm a switch normally, but with this man? i want and need zoro to manhandle me, mark me up, breed me, choke me, overstimulate me and fuck me stupid until i'm a crying mess :)

who is the most experimental?

i bring up new things sometimes and we always try them out but it doesn't happen too much. we love the things we're used to.

do they fuck or make love?

both, it really depends on the mood ..but i would say rather make love. he's a softie for me🤧

lights on or lights off?

lights on most of the times. i need to see his perfect body and his mommy milkers😩

who likes sexting the most?

me but he sucks at it so i barley try it :')

who is more likely to be caught masturbating?

me😔 when he's training for 637846282 hours and i'm needy, i don't want to wait that long and he caught me a few times when he finally came back home from all the training. but zoro always makes it up for me!! he doesn't masturbate that much and always asks for my help if he needs it. if i don't want to, he does it himself but he couldn't care less if i watch him.

who is better at oral and who prefers it?

i think it's pretty equal? we both love to give and receive it, he's just a little better than me. (not my fault that he has a horse cock that can't completely fit in my mouth....)

who usually initiates things?

i do because i'm a needy whore for him and get horny super fast :( but he never says no to me lmao

who has the most/weirdest kinks?

probably me. i want to peg him for one time but he won't let me🥺