#so i was like “u know what would be cool? if Seth was an old woman”

[bluberimufim]

What if I genderbent everyone in "Devourer of Souls" except the Three Sister Goddesses? What then?

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Consequences always find you

Creepypasta

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- HC's of Seth with a autistic reader who really loves Creepypasta

And now I have a cracked skull.

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- Story of listener getting badly injured while protecting Seth during Bittersweet CH.3 (I'm going to move the story around so it can fit)

Glory hole fun.

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- NSFW story of Bottom Seth. Who doesn't like a good glory hole?

Papi

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- Honestly not my cup of tea BUT imagining his face is nice

Vampire x Werewolf

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- Idea of W! Seth having a V! Listener

Can he shake that?!

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- Throw it in a circle- *is shot*

My eyes will always be on you

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- Story of Charlie with an obsessive listener, who stalks him every now and then (kinda made it a bit angsty)

New video

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- My thoughts on the new yandere Charlie video from today 10/10

So cheesy

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- I'll love you till it wilts (chat is this rizz?)

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Just. For. You.

A bad trip

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- Words would break him

Spicy food

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- HC for him

RIP the monitor

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- Raging will have consequences.

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TOO OLD 4 U

What a catastrophe

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- Story of Rook turning into a cat and Auron acts like he doesn't know.

I kind of like it here.

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- Story of Hunter Listener going back to V! Auron mansion

Pranking went too far.

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- Story of Camp Counselor AU where Alphonse pranks Rook too much and makes them cry

Cuddling

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- Cute fic idea cuddling during a storm

Put this mf in a musical

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- So doomed by the narrative and you just want him happy fr

Angst material

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- ah yes, angst for Rook

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Let me spoil you dammit-

Love between a Prince and Servant

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- HC's of a AU of Lucien and Angel but Angel is a servant for him in Hell.

Silly meter

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- He's so silly

I'm called a soul sucker for a reason.

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- NSFW Short story of Bottom! Jack, we suck his soul dry. RIP him trying to focus on studying, we got dick on the mind.

It's for art I swear-

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- Short story of Sugarboo fussing over their boy's posing and giving them kisses 'for the art'

Ride off into the sunset with me.

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- Short story of Sugarboo getting a bike and riding with the boy's.

Saga's after saga's

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- Introducing Alphonse, Auron, Finn and Charlie to epic the musical.

Beyonce Riff

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- HC's of Alphonse, Seth and Auron reacting to their listener doing the Beyonce riff.

Childhood Horizons Camp Counselor AU

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- Jack x Casper/Buddy x Charlie but as my Mootie's AU.

My Inumimi lover

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- HC's with Charlie, Jack and Auron for a dog version of a Neko. (which apparently is called a Inumimi?)

Dirty jokes.

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- HC's of telling Jack, Faust and Finn "your face is so pretty I could sit on it" jokingly

Splatoon!

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- PT2 HC's of the boy's playing Splatoon w Listener, this time with Finn, Jack, Charlie, and Faust

Tipsy love

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- Story of Sugarboo coming back from a night out and being all lovey dovey with their boys

You're related?

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- Story of Auron finding out Charlie and Rook are related. Bonus Casper!

Another ship name

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- This is cute ngl

FNF

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- Idea's from mootie

FNAF Au?

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- The way I'd be fucking devastated

The baker is scarier than the butcher

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- This literally is the town's slogan and I 100% support it

Grocery store love.

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- Yes, it's a Derek fic where he got a redemption arc

Honk honk

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- Squeeze the titties

More questions

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- What does Casper know?

Alice of Human Sacrifice

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- My thoughts of the yv boys being this song

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FUCKING PLEASE-...I mean, cool

We can share!

two reactions to the rain

Sick

[carebearmareee]

heyyy <3 here for a matchup?? i remember trying to do one once, but hopefully you aren't the same person 'cus that'd be embarrassing 😳

ANYWAY. heres my totally aesthetic bio <3

— ( main three horoscopes ) cancer 🌞 gemini🌜& cancer ⬆️

— ( clothing style ) ( preferred since i can't rlly dress the way i want until i move out 😃 ) mixed?? a lot of fairygrunge. mmm fairygrunge <3 also punk vibes? kinder whore is VERY cool!! id like to look like a beat up babydoll who vomits black goo. 🥺

i also really enjoy regular fairycore, too!! victorian goth is gorgeous, and dark toned corsets r hot.

sometimes i like to wear lots of makeup, sometimes i just do thick mascara, babydoll lips and falsies <3 it's way easier since i burn out a lot.

not really a clothing thing, but i discovered this new (?) aesthetic that's called starflesh and OMG ITS COOL!

i don't have any piercings other than my ears, but when i can decide what to do with my own body, i plan on getting these ::

smiley

septum

both nostrils

snake bites!!

maybe dimples? ( is that what they're called? )

double eyebrows <3

tongue? ( kinda scared tho )

and some other unmentionables 😃

probs gonna get every ear piercing known to man

— ( shit that i LOVE ) hiking. as long as im not tired, and in the mood. crystal hunting is cool, whether it's in the stores or out near creeks. never find any pretty ones out in the wild, though :(

thrifting is cool!! i love going to my local mall and getting myself dolled up so i can flex on the old (bigoted)people.

most of the time im sulking in bed, though :') i also love going for drives!!! i usually end up listening to music though, and not wanting to talk. but maybe that's just with my dad, idk 😳

i consider myself spiritual? idk, it's been a while but it's been rotting my brain lately.

— ( music genre? ) like.. literally anything. nu metal, indie, dark and classic pop, rap and more. talking about music artists would be easier, sooo i really love all of these artists and maybe more!! ::

Tyler the Creator

Doja

Incubus

Korn

Slipknot

Limpbizkit

Lady Gaga

Citizen

Tame Impala

Evanescence

MAC DEMARCO (pls ilhsm)

Steve Lacy

Pink Pantheress

i don't want this to be too long, but yeah go figure :')

— ( extra ) my favorite crystals ( mostly in color ) are amethyst, citrine, tigers eye, jade and rose quartz!!

my favorite yuuri boy is probs seth. ( atm, i love almost all except jack. sorry jack.. :< ) i really connect to his character..

but obviously it's cus we both have mommy issues HSHSHS.

tbh tho, yan!finn has been on my mind as of late though. mmm <3 obsessive witch man.

my fav animals r bats, deer, frogs (i feel like most queer ppl do), foxes, BARN OWLS, cats, dogs and probs way more.

SORRY THIS IS RLLY LONG i have the urge to literally tell everyone everything abt myself sometimes.

no because i wanna be ur friend like what u seem so cool. dhakrhajfaisj ok i just need to know what fandom this would be for i don’t think u said it on there but maybe u did and i’m just being a little bozo lmao

HAVE A NICE DAY :))

[andrew-minyards-bitch]

aftg as things in my school

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Renee: did y’all know that fanfic sites can’t be accessed during school hours?

Dan: …and why do you know this?

Renee: …

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Kevin: *gives a throughout explanation on how the Middle Ages worked in Europe, explaining Christianity to Neil because Neil has a history text in his next class period*

Kevin: *continues to explain how feudalism was the government system during this time*

Random student on campus: are you trying to preach Christianity?

Kevin: …

Kevin: I’m an atheist 🤨

Student: ohh oh, sorry!

(this is in no way shape or form an outlay of what i believe to be Kevin’s belief, this is a comedic expression of what happened in my school between my personal interaction w another person and since I *was* discussing history i feel as though it suits Kevin’s character)

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Kevin: so like can we bring…?

Wymack: no!

Kevin: soda?

Kevin: I haven’t even finished my question?!

Wymack: I’m sorry I thought u were going to say alcohol and i was like ? is he for real

Foxes: ALCOHOL IN A SCHOOL BUILDING LMFAO

Dan: stop- I was literally panicking because I thought he was going to say alcohol

Allison: PLS me too

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Renee: can we bring those fake wine from weddings?

Wymack: NO!

Nicky: but it’s fake!

Wymack: [looks between Renee and Nicky] no no no no no no no no no no no no!

Matt: but but it’s just grape juice!

Wymack: it’s like you guys want me to get fired or something

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Wymack: yeah so like I’ve been recently informed by my girls (in 1st period class but since this is aftg let’s just say “team”) that I’m the “dad” of the school? And Abby is the mom?

Whole team: ummm…yeah about that

Wymack: I thought I would at least me a cool uncle yk w/ my tattoos and all

Wymack: Id at least think that yk the tattoos will make me look cool, I don’t think I’m that old to be a dad

Upperclassmen, under their breath: parent! Abby and Wymack era, fucking knew it

Wymack: I do have a question though, if I’m the dad and Abby is the mom then how does Bee fit into this?

Andrew: Bee is the cool aunt

Renee: yeah, she would let us have sparkling grape juice

Wymack: no!

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Wymack: [calls Kevin outside of the court]

Foxes: ooohh he’s in trouble

Bee: yeah busted!

Bee: Imagine your dad being your coach, that would be hell

Foxes: agreed!

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Wymack: yeah.. my dad wasn’t a very good father

Matt: oh? I’m sorry, what happened?

Wymack: he left when I was 3 and when he visited he was always just punching me and getting mad

Matt: that must’ve been hell

Wymack: yeah, so like if you ever have conflicts w/ you dad yk you can come to me, I can empathize w/ you

Wymack: 😐

Matt: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

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Allison and Aaron: [gets into a fight]

Renee: um.. Andrew? hello? are you going to do anything about this?

Neil: [films the whole thing]

Kevin: [eats an apple]

Nicky: [does zumba classes and randomly squats in front of Aaron and hollers]

Other sport players in the college campus: [trying to stop it]

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Upperclassmen and the “Monsters”: [gets into an argument]

Them: [blocks the way bc they’re all standing up and arguing and are seconds away from throwing hands]

Neil: i’m just trying to get to my math class wtf

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Aaron: help me study

Andrew: am i smart? yes do ik how to study? no

Aaron: 😑 me too but like pls just do ur best

Andrew: fine

Aaron: [studying for his biology quiz on thursday]

Aaron: and so this dude named Theodore Schwann had a bald spot on his forehead

Andrew: ???

Aaron: bald.. balls lol

Aaron: anyways so you can put balls in boxes which you can’t do with cells, wanna know why? because cells aren’t boxes

Andrew: this is how you study?

Aaron: [throws stank eye]

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Allison and Seth: [make out near the women’s bathroom w/ tongue]

Kevin, knowing damn well that Seth can hear him and thriving off of it: hey Aaron! I just saw this dude kissing his on/off gf near the mf WOMENS BATHROOM

Aaron: that is unsanitary

Kevin: right!? and like shoving their tongues at each other and it was the most disgusting thing i’ve ever witness which is saying something because i slapped cold peanut butter on the table and got cut by a plastic spork on the first day of school

Seth: [stares at Kevin as they walk down the hallways and Seth is literally standing right next to Kevin]

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Allison: guys there’s a bee in this class!!

Matt: slap it?

Dan: girl it’s near you

Allison: oh my god..

Dan: don’t move!

Renee: [gets up and goes to Allison, slaps the bee that’s flying around her head, bee lands on Allison’s hair, she freaks out, Renee thinks it’s dead and holds said bee with her bare fingers]

bee: [stings her]

Renee: ouch 😟🤨

Wymack, after Renee gets back from the nurse w/ a swell on her left thumb: she looks so offended and clueless as to why the bee stung her, she looked so confused and hurt too 😭

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Renee: Abby I got stung by a bee

Abby: how’d you get stung by a bee?! did you do outside or something?

Renee: no, it just bit me

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Jean: imagine being so unlucky that a bee stings you while you’re inside of a school building

Renee: IK!

Jeremy: omg look there’s another bee!

Renee: if you don’t stop!

[choiwrites]

kth | wolfgirl (m.)

Words: 10k  Genre: twlight!au, it’s new moon but taetae as jacob, ur bella but you have a personality :o, oh also smut and a little angst Warnings: no protection and no fcks given, language ig?, descriptive seggs lol, vampires and all that bs if that triggers sum of yall, oral (f receiving), tae is younger than u and kind of a sub (dom tae is overdone we need change in this country) i cant think no more no thots hed mt Rating: 18+ Song: Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth Summary:  During your stay at your Aunt's house in the wet town of Forks, you never thought the boys next door will change your perspective in how you see the world.

The weather in Washington was something you’re not used to. You can never go places without getting mud on your shoes and it takes more than your patience to clean them every time before going out. Sure, it was great to experience a different weather other than the blazing sun in Los Angeles, but it was hard to adjust. You weren’t ready for it with all the sleeveless and loose tops you brought from Los Angeles.

After months of debating with your mom, you decided it would be a great way to spend your summer vacation turning your camera focus into something more dark and cloudy. Your professor had also suggested that it would look good in your portfolio if you try different moods in photos other than the hot weather in Angeles. So, you thought about it for months before asking your mom to buy you tickets to see your Aunt Sylvia who you're currently living with for the meantime.

She was in her mid-thirties, but she looked younger than her real age. She knew how to groom and with the way she looks, she probably had that life during her high school days. You rarely see her though, you can remember all the conversations you both had. She leaves home early for her duty at the police station as an attending desk officer. Her place wasn't big, an average suburban house painted in cold tones of white and gray with dark furniture inside. It's not your typical definition of cozy. Good thing you brought your two sweaters — one with a Christmas tree embroidered on it and one with the phrase "'tis the season!" Wearing a sweater in Los Angeles only means one thing, and that is the season of giving. But who cares, it's not like anyone was going to notice, right?

About to finish the second cup of black tea, an idea pops into your mind about what Sylvia had said about the landscapes nearby the house. However, she had warned you about the risks of a few wild coyote appearances, but one could call you a junkie. There’s no fun in danger, but dangerous does rhyme with adventurous.

A cool whip of breeze enters the thin fabric of your sweater, immediately regretting stepping out of the doorstep after locking the door. As you are approaching the back of the house to enter the woods, young laughters echo through the area, lessening your fear for a bit. It must be safe if a group of teenagers are hanging out in such a secluded forest.

Unbothered by the noises, whether they were from teenagers or not, you make your way further into the woods of coppery branches on the endless verdant ground with subtle eau de nils. It’s like walking into a surreal three-dimensional render of a forest, too perfect to be right in front of your eyes.

It was quiet and serene in the woods. Aside from birds chirping, it felt like out of this world. It was an alien planet. Everything was green — the moss surrounding the place, every tree had some sort of fungi beneath it, the soil dark brown as if staring right into the earth’s eyes. The very healthy kind of earthy, and it was easier to breathe in the forest than it was in the city of Los Angeles. No wonder why they're both on the opposite sides of the country. They're literally poles apart. Being at Forks, it's as if you were able to be in a different country. It was secluded, unlike in Angeles, there are people in every place you go.

While changing the film of the camera, a strong gust of wind on your left side. So strong that your body stumbled onto the ground. You were on your knees, camera shattered as it hits a hard medium-sized rock. You break a couple of curses to the wind.

The camera looked hopeless with lenses separated from it, lying in pieces against a rock.

"What the hell was that?" 

There had to be some kind of a fast animal that ran from your side, which quickens your pulse, but the devastation you felt for the camera overthrew that fear. When you caught a glimpse of the 'wind,' it was human-like. It ran around in every direction surrounding you,  freezing you into place. The only thing you were able to do was to keep watching the human-like creature run in circles like lightning. You tried standing up, but it approached you in a rapid current that you fell into place again. But you couldn't see it, you weren't able to look into its eyes.

"You shouldn't be out here alone,” behind you says.

You whimper, embarrassed when the deep voice sends hums into your nerves.. 

"Why didn't you run?" He looks at you with knitted brows as he approaches to help you get on your feet. He’s far too attractive to be a wild coyote, you slap that stupid thought away.

"I... I didn't know what to do,” you force out, still affected by the broken camera and creeping fear.

He was around four inches taller than you. He looked about your age. Dark thick hair, with light brown irides inside his almond-shaped eyes. His skin was of a rich walnut tan, and his dark green hoodie complements that. 

"You must be Sylvia's niece. I'm Taehyung,” he said in a sultry manner as he offered a hand for a handshake.

"How do you kno-"

"She told us. My family's close with Sylvia. Our mothers used to be best friends, y/n." He puts his hand back in the pocket of his hoodie.

A tinge of embarrassment brushes through your cheeks, feeling guilty that you didn't give him a handshake. But all of that is ignored when he smiles.

"Did I creep you out?"

You chuckle softly. "No, of course not. I'm just still in the moment... of processing." You ease him, as if you were able to read the tension in his undecipherable eyes.

There was a few seconds of silence before Taehyung spoke again when he noticed your camera on the ground.

"Hey, we have a technician at home, maybe he has some tools he could help you with."

He was absolutely gorgeous. You find yourself lost in his face, studying his features and every little action he does. He would look so good as a muse. If only you could capture him right now, he'd be perfect under the clouds that create shadows that contour his cheeks and makes his eyes even more mysterious.

"Don't worry, you can trust me. Sylvia knows where I live,” he adds. 

Though that doesn't really solve the problem, you find yourself walking with Taehyung in the woods, drifting away from the devastation and fear from earlier. 

The laughters were from them. The laughs you heard earlier before entering the woods were from Taehyung's friends. They confirmed that they were walking around the woods earlier and that they passed by your house. All looking friendly with similar doe eyes, almost like they were relatives. They were all in a circle, all of them sitting on a chunk of thick logs, dressed in a similar way. The men were younger than you, but there is a girl who's older than you. She didn't seem as friendly as the others as you notice the judging glances towards your way. She had shoulder length of hair and she was just as tan as Taehyung. Taehyung discussed each of them one by one to you, all of them introducing themselves in an endearing manner except for her. Only saying her name was Leah and that was it, which made you feel an ounce of intimidation.

"So, y/n, how long do you plan to stay?" Embry, the one with the shortest hair, asks as he plays with the two twigs he'd been digging up dirt with the moment you arrived. His color was a tad bit darker than the others. He had a grin that could steal every girl's heart. He was gorgeous. They were all just as gorgeous as Taehyung.

"Oh, one month. I have a college application to fix back home,” you answered surely. You were only here to take photos for your college portfolio, and making friends was out of the picture until today.

"Sucks for Tae, I had a feeling you could be more than a willing candidate to be his girlfriend." Everybody laughed except for you and Tae who exchanged awkward glances at each other.

"Stop it, Bry." Taehyung wanted to laugh along but embarrassment got the best of him.

"She looks so out of place. You probably party a lot in Los Angeles, don't you?" Leah gives you a stern look, seriously waiting for your response. She only wants to get a reaction from you and you weren’t the only one to get the feeling as the group feels the rising tension between the both of you.

"No, I don't go to parties. Mom is very strict." You tell her. You didn't want the group to feel that you were intimidated, after all, you wanted to befriend everyone.

"She'd be perfect for our overnight tomorrow then." She prickly grins.

"Right! Want to join us in La Push? It's the nearest beach out here. We'll have bonfires and such," Seth, the youngest one with the tiniest body (still bigger than yours), expresses in excitement. Out of all of them, Seth was the friendliest. 

"I'll go talk to Sylvia for you, if you want." Taehyung raises his brows. He had been laughing quietly ever since he had brought you to meet his friends - which seems like he regrets, additionally. He was more mysterious than you thought. He didn't share much of his life during the discussion, only three things: his last name was Kim, he’s 20 years old, and he lives at the rez along with the rest of the team.

"Sure. I'll just bring my other camera." You smiled.

Taehyung said that he'll get Chase, a friend of his who wasn’t part of the circle, to fix the broken film camera. He assured that it will only be a matter of three days before the camera is all yours again. After a few more useless fun discussions, you had forgotten that the sun had settled for a while. When Taehyung realizes your face of worry, he offers to give you a ride home. Great, a ride with the wild coyote who had immediately earned your trust by rising a brow. You wouldn’t be so shocked if you end up ‘missing’ in the news in the next hours.

He owned a Chevy pick up truck. It was red, but faded, making it seem vermillion in color. It had a few dents and you were sure that it wasn't one of the smoothest rides you've ever had. But Taehyung made a few jokes about how he feels uneasy with the truck as well, only to reveal that it has been with him ever since his birth.

"It's great. Very retro." You gave him a smile to let him know that he doesn't need to feel embarrassed with his truck.

"Shut up, Y/N. I know it sucks, okay. I can't even play a single song here without a static." He laughs and you admit it.

He gave a charming wave to your window and had a small chat with Sylvia, who’s been home for hours, before leaving, probably about the La Push trip for tomorrow. Once you've changed into your pyjamas, Sylvia knocks on your door as you are about to settle in bed.

"Tae told me about the La Push camping tomorrow,” she began.

"Are you gonna let me?"

She smiles in an assuring way. You can't deny how lovely she looked with her hair down, her waves framing her heart-shaped face. "Of course, honey. You better wake up early tomorrow. Tae told me that he'll pick you up by seven." She winks and rubs your shoulder before heading downstairs.

A beach trip in a cloudy town without bringing any hoodies with you? Sounds about perfect, if you’re looking for a hypothermia attack. And you were never a morning person either so it’s a big mystery why you even agreed to go in the first place. The waking time in Los Angeles was ten in the morning. In Forks, it was seven. 

When Taehyung arrived, he was wearing a black shirt and a black leather jacket, pairing it with slightly oversized pants. He looked bigger than yesterday, maybe it was the jacket that made him look buff. He waved softly before you even stepped out of the doorway. He was carrying a medium-sized paper bag with small wet stains.

"My sister made us breakfast. Just in case you didn't have enough time to prepare," he opens the car door for you and waved to Sylvia goodbye, "thought you'd take more time because you probably wake up late in the city."

“I’m somehow a little offended with that assumption,” you cooed and he replied with a stammering laugh, unsure whether to take it as a joke or not.

He fumbled with the stereo and it played better than yesterday, giving you a sloppy smile as the first chords of Creep by Radiohead plays.

"You fixed it?" You take a bite from the sandwich his sister prepared. You thank God his sister prepared it for you, your stomach would be growling by now.

"Yeah. I just didn't want us to have that awkward silence along the way." He breathily laughs.

Everything Taehyung has is beautiful. He had an amazing laugh, a deep sultry voice, and doe eyes. He's simply astonishing. You were sure that everyone he has met so far had fallen in love with him. You weren't one to deny that either.

It took around fifteen songs before the both of you arrived at the beach — thanks to Taehyung's amazing playlist. It was quiet, the weather didn't change much in the place. Still cold and dark, untouched by a glimpse of sunrise. It was windier than the rest of Forks, and you wore your Christmas sweater to at least help with the cold a bit.

It was weird to say, but Taehyung radiated heat whenever you were near him. It's like when you're not around Taehyung, you feel the coldness of Forks. His truck didn't even feel cold though his air conditioning was on, you just felt a sense of unfamiliar comfortable heat you found yourself curling in your seat minutes ago. The group welcomed the both of you except for Leah of course. Sooner or later, you knew you'd start to hate her.

"You guys are early,” you tell Embry and Paul as they greet you with warm hugs.

"Of course, we are. It's La Push, baby." Embry gives you a wink and you blush.

"Okay, Bry, I haven't had my breakfast and you're already winking." Paul fake puked and the rest of the group laughs.

They started setting up tents as Taehyung offered to take your bag when he noticed how it's weighing you down. Before he could put it in the tent, you took your digital camera and started roaming around by yourself to take pictures of the view. Astounding as you had expected. It's like you were in the middle of nowhere. Only Taehyung's friends were at the beach which was a lucky shot for you and the group.

"Set up the fire, Tae! We're having breakfast." Leah yells across the place as she places the logs in the middle of the circle the tents are built in.

Taehyung sighs loudly. "Get ready for the Quileute Tribe stories." 

"You seem tired of it, you joked.

While Taehyung builds a fire with the rest of the boys, you secretly take pictures of him busy as the both of you keep talking.

"It's always the story every camping day. The Quileute Legends, you know? The scary stuff." 

You knit your brows when the word ‘scary’ comes into play, bringing your camera down to take a better look at the almost sweaty Taehyung.

"Scary stuff? How scary? Thrill me." You weren't aware as to how much Taehyung also studies your features. He wanted to know you better, but he was afraid of scaring you away by asking too many questions. It had always been his issue, scaring people away from him. And this time, he didn't want to let you in like the others, he just wanted to be acquaintances. But the more he spends time with you, the more he wants to be near you as if there were magnets pulling you together.

"I don't know what would thrill you, y/n. But the world is darker than you think, it's not always safe." He gives you a look. It was impossible. You were five feet away from him, but you could almost see your reflection in his eyes. It was too comforting. You were devoured by his eyes, falling steadily into his charms.

"I know. It's just as scary in L.A., I mean," you gulped, "crime is everywhere. Can't really stop it." You explained.

"It's not always crime that's scary, y/n. I'm talking unexplainable things." He smirks.

"Like paranormal?" You gaze away from him, starting to take pictures of the beach. But no matter how hard you try to distract yourself from Taehyung, your eyes keep falling on him.

"More than paranormal. Ghosts are easier to believe in."

You inhaled sharply. "I mean those are just legends, right? What's with the obsession in the Qui-Quileute Tribe?" You struggled pronouncing the word.

"It's not me. It's a tradition." There was a moment of silence before you could think of what to say again.

"Delete my pictures by the way." He scoffed.

"I thought you didn't notice."

"I was posing." 

You laugh at his joke, still certain you're never deleting any of his pictures, most definitely the one when he accidentally looked at the camera.

"You look sort of beautiful in the camera." Your lids flutter like a high school girl. “Not just in the camera, I mean… haha.”

He stares at you in confusion, and somehow you always find yourself frozen and embarrassed whenever he looks at you. "Sort of beautiful? You're more naive than I thought." He removes his jacket and throws it on the log nearby, revealing his buff body. You look away in discomfort, you didn't want to find yourself checking him out. "I'm not what you think I am. And I don't think you want to know."

"Maybe I do." You point the camera towards him and take a shot of his reaction. You wink.

The clouds hovering above the clamorous sea tell that there's probably rain coming, but it seems like the group wasn't bothered by it at all. You were sitting next to Taehyung two feet away from you on the logs nearby the fire that Seth had given up trying to help making after a couple of failed attempts. His heat never failed to linger around you though.

Sam was discussing the Quileute Legends and the group was very fascinated with the story, even though Taehyung had confirmed earlier that they've already heard the story too many times from their own families. Sam was good. He had a way in telling stories. You find yourself actually believing the legends. Werewolves and vampires? Shapeshifters and Children of the Moon? You weren't one to believe in such fantasies. You liked to watch historical movies more than fairytales, but with the way Sam elaborated every part of the legend, you can't deny the shiver that you felt when he discussed the cold ones.

Fast like lightning. Beautiful and alluring. Undead without a soul.

You thought it was ridiculous for Sam to even give out a warning about the cold ones. You were suppressing your laugh a little bit, and you were sure Leah already had her eyes on you. Why would Sam give out a warning about the cold ones? It's not like they were actually real. He also mentioned a treaty. And he sounded pretty serious about it too, even Taehyung was carefully listening. All of their eyes were on Sam, except for Leah.

Sam talked about a specific family of the cold ones, that they proposed a treaty. These cold ones are not allowed to hurt anybody from Forks, or else the mentioned werewolves are allowed to pose a fight with them. He talked about it like it was a plan.

It was afternoon and the clouds were still as thick as it was in the morning, but rays of sunlight shone through the gaps between the dark clouds. It looked ethereal, an aesthetic you'd only see in paintings. You thought those paintings are only manifestations of amplified emotions of the painter, but here you are, smiling to your camera as you take hundreds of shots.

"Save some memory for the other landscapes," Taehyung says beside you, throwing pebbles to the water, each bouncing impressively for three times.

"I know, I just can't get enough of this. You don't see that in L.A." You pointed your index finger towards the horizon of the sea.

"Yeah, but at least you can swim in LA. It's too cold out here to even go for a swim,” he emphasized.

"Not when you're around. It's weird, but I feel like you have a fever. You're too hot."

He raises his brows . "I know I'm hot," he chuckles.

"I didn't mean it like that,” you protest, though you know for a fact, Taehyung right. If he were to live in L.A., he'd be escorted many times by a modeling agency.

"So, I'm not hot?" You knew he was teasing and your embarrassment was obvious enough because of the blood rushing through your cheeks.

"You're attractive. I'm sure you know that." You roll your eyes, trying to keep everything casual — which is getting harder and harder every time he's around.

"No, I don't,” he teased. He was obviously getting pay back on you for taking candid shots of him earlier.

Your eyes landed on Sam and Emily play-fighting in the sea, just the sight of them being happy made you feel a bit of a heartache. You were a sucker for romance. The boys told you earlier that they were engaged for three months now. Leah was Sam's ex-girlfriend and Emily was Leah's ex-best friend. Finally putting the pieces together why Leah was one of the hardest to be with. She was extremely hurt and broken. She would rather shut the world out rather than let anybody in. She would rather be alone, than find anyone again who could possibly hurt her.

"Look," you poked Taehyung who was too busy throwing pebbles, "Sam and Emily are swimming. We should too!"

Though you were shivering, you bravely took off the mustard jacket that Taehyung had let you borrow. You were left with your thin brown tank top and denim shorts. He's still in his black shirt, unbothered to even take it off nor his jeans.

"What are you doing? Let's go." You tell him as you walk towards the sea.

This was a bad idea. It felt like ice was draping all over your body. How can Emily look like she's having fun when you're over here freezing just by stepping into the water? Half of your body was shivering from the wind, the lower half was for sure numb. You wanted to slap Taehyung for taking so long to get in with you, and you weren't even sure why you were so desperate for him to get in with you. It's not like he had a heater with him.

It took Taehyung a few more seconds before he started taking his shirt off, revealing his caramel skin, but it wasn't his color that caught your eyes, it was how built he is. His body looks like it was sculpted by the most talented and precise sculptor. It was defined, and shadows are doing magic in giving it silhouettes in the right areas. The best part about it was how shy he was taking off his clothes, like a teenager getting ready for his first swimming lesson.

He was for sure planning to swim today, revealing the gray trunks he’s wearing underneath his jeans. He needs a bigger one that fits him better, because the trunks he's wearing isn't doing him any justice.

Okay, no. Maybe it was justified by a subtle outline of his —

Don't even look down there, y/n, you tell yourself.

You didn't know where to focus. His thighs were just as eye-catching as his abs. Just as toned and thick. It would be such a material for thigh riding, you thought and you quickly shake your head at the idea. It has to be the waters that did this to you. Time has never been more relevant when he was walking towards your way, as he scoops water with his hands to wet his hair, while biting his bottom lip and giving you a small smile after.

"Freezing?" He smiles, eyes pierced on your small body. You were hugging yourself, embracing yourself from the fact that if you let go of your hands, you might touch something else.

"You were taking so long." 

He chuckles before holding your arm, taking it off your body. "Come on, dip your whole body." He pulls you softly towards the ocean, the sound of walking through water comforting your ears.

He was a foot away from you, the water level was on his chest and so was yours, but slightly higher. He looked even more godly. His hair pushed back, and to see his face in its entirety was a blessing, a gift.

None of you dared to talk, and you thought it was better that way. You just get to stare at him, as the sunlight lands itself upon his bronze eyes with specks of gold if you would close enough, majestic indeed to see something like that once in your life. You'd wish to wake up to that every morning.

There was this comfortable silence between the two of you. Drops of water fall under his eyelashes, fluttering them as he struggles to stare back at you. The moment was ruined when he suddenly smiled and looked towards Embry and Paul. Embry was sitting next to Paul, staring at the both of you while laughing. You shrug, feeling invaded.

"Why? What is it?" you asked Taehyung.

"They're thinking ridiculously."

 You furrow your forehead. "How do you know?" He tightens his hold around your arm as he keeps you steady near him, aware of you struggling to touch the floor.

"I just know," he softly plants circles on your arm with his thumb, "trust me."

"Maybe we shouldn't stand too close to each other then. I think they're making a big deal out of it." You didn't want to come off feisty, but you guessed it went that way for Taehyung as he moved away from you without letting you go.

"No, they're not. They're just teasing." When he said that, it was like he only said it to get near you, to assure you that it was okay to be close to him like that.

"Still cold?" he asked.

"Not so much anymore." You muttered. There were so many questions you wanted to ask Taehyung, but your voice isn't very trustworthy at the moment. You know it will betray you the moment you open your mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts? Why did you want to swim?" His voice was soft, calming as the ocean.

"I wanted to test how warm you can make me, even in freezing water."

He laughs breathily. "Seriously?"

You nod. He wanted to tell you a lot about himself, but like you, he was just as scared. Skinny dipping wasn't really your thing, especially in cold water, so after a few more moments of swimming and small talks with Taehyung, you let yourself dry by sitting next to the tent, keeping yourself busy by viewing all the pictures you took.

It was four in the afternoon, and the sun looked like it was already setting. Time was almost irrelevant at Forks, you wake up and the next thing you know, you're already getting ready for bed. Even though today was quite eventful, the clock still ticked quickly.

Feeling dry enough, you walked to the other side of the beach, Embry had mentioned that there was a cliff nearby along the woods. Though Taehyung was busy drying himself and laughing with the others, he glanced your way as you were heading towards the woods. You lifted your camera so he knew what your motive was, and he flashed a sly smile.

Trees. Cliffs. Birds.

The place could be a haven for the National Geographic Channel.

"I thought the pack wouldn't ever leave you alone like this." A deep voice spoke behind you, his english accent was thick and strong. You were sure that if you turn around, he’ll be ten feet away from you. You regret blinking your eyes, because the next thing you knew, he was right in front of you. His expression with so much thirst, so much hunger. For what?

You only inhaled sharply, first thing coming into your mind, confusion overpowering your nerves. You examined the man before you quickly. Olive skin, dark ruby eyes. His skin was inhumanly shiny, he almost looked dead, but in a mesmerizing type of way. He had dark purple circles, but his eyes were beautiful enough to distract you from it. He mirrored a cement under sunlight, he had fragments of diamonds and glitters on his skin. It wasn't your brain consuming you but his visual, his aura.

"Didn't bring your dog with you?" You weren't sure what he meant. He takes a step forward to lean into your ear, and your feet beg to stay, your eyes staring deeply in his beauty. You were too engaged, everything about him had you in place.

"You smell different from the others. Are you aware of that?" His breath touched your skin and there the exact opposite of heat seeping in your skin. “La tua cantante. I can hear your blood flowing through your veins. I can hear your heart. It's beautiful." He sniffs your neck as he hisses.

He wasn't human, and this time you were sure. He had danger lingering in his eyes, but it dressed so captivatingly beautiful, you found yourself lost.

"It won't hurt, I promise. It will be just a tiny bite, you won't even feel it."

There were words coming out of your mouth, you swore that. But nothing, your mouth still and close. It's sort of like he had power upon you, controlling and manipulating your body to be a mannequin. 

"Shh, don't fight it. You won't win over me." His teeth were grazing on your neck, seeking for a soft spot. You were unsure of his nature, what could he be?

An alien from this alien planet? An experiment gone wrong that escaped from a lab, perhaps? Maybe a demon, or an angel. A greek god of some kind?

They were all terrifying.

At the corner of your eye appeared a shirtless Taehyung, but he didn't look like himself. He was red, smoke flaring around his body. His chest expanded by time, and when you felt a small sensation of sharpness on your neck, Taehyung jumped towards the man.

No, it can't be.

This isn't Taehyung. Taehyung was gone. Maybe you were imagining things, but you felt all of them happening in front of you. As the man got distracted, your senses came back, falling on your side from losing balance. You pushed yourself away from the two monsters, as you would describe it. This wolf was huge, enormous. Any man who would try to fight it will easily lose. It stands almost seven foot, three bears wide.

Without trying, the creature had already decapitated the man. You weren't sure how to feel — safe or worried — but you were sure that you are mortified, and your face clearly expresses that.

You were only moving away from this huge thing in front of you, maybe that'll help you escape. But you don't even know if you wanted to escape. A part of you believes that Taehyung is inside that wolf, maybe eaten alive, or a spirit. 

So much for the wild coyotes, thanks for the heads up Sylvia.

Your eyes met his. Dark bronze eyes with specks of gold if you look close enough. You could almost see yourself in them, they were that kind. His eyes had a message for you, to approach him, to pet him, that it was okay and he will never hurt you. Before your hand could land on his lowered head, Sam and the others came running to help you, obviously seeing the wolf, but not even being bothered like you were.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Sam helps you stand on your feet.

Sam and the wolf had some kind of connection. Sam stared at it and the wolf left.

"So, wolves are normal here?" you spoke with a weak voice.

Sam opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking of how he can explain what just happened. You know that he knows something, and he was struggling to tell it.

"Where's Taehyung?" You scan their faces with no sign of Taehyung.

Holy shit! The wolf ate him! you thought. All you want to see right now is Taehyung. To prove himself. He can't be that wolf. The wolf must have eaten him. It is far too impossible for Quileute Legends to be real.

"We should get going before the other cold ones get here." Sam assists you to get back in the tents, completely ignoring your state of bewilderment.

Maybe it's a Forks thing to be mysterious and quiet. It irks you so much that none of them are even acknowledging what happened. This would be a great story for your mom.

Hey, Mom. Just wanted to call to tell you about how great my day was. So Taehyung, right? Aunt's neighbor, really hot guy I'd totally fuck, got eaten by a werewolf. But that's not too crazy, an incredibly beautiful medieval British man held me hostage, telling me he wanted to suck my blood. What a Forks thing! And everybody saw this huge tall wolf, I'm talking as big as a shelf kind of wolf, but they all acted like it was some puppy leaving the scene. Anyways, Mom, I'm traumatized. Going home in a week.

There is no way you can paraphrase that. No way you can make everything happening right now to sound normal at least one bit. This must be normal in Forks, but this is some Hollywood work in LA already. Things like these don't happen unless there was a shoot next door.

"Hey, you okay?" Leah approaches you. Her concern is seemingly genuine.

"I'm alive, guess I am okay. Where's Taehyung?" You don't bother to look at anyone at all, you drive your attention to the waves landing on the beach, hoping you could synchronize your breathing with them.

"Taehyung's fine. You don't have to worry about him."

"I saw him there. He was... he was red! Like he was burning! And... and there was smoke. Then I blinked, then there's a wolf. I swear it ate him!" Leah looked at you with wide eyes, but her lips were shaking trying to hide a smile.

"You're not taking me seriously! That wolf killed that guy! I don't know. He sounded British!" Leah bit her lip. "That was horrifying. I saw its head removed, there was no blood! What was that?" Leah inhaled sharply before looking at you with assurance.

"Can you calm down? The wolf you saw, don't you think it was described like the one in the legends?" Leah almost shouted, yet still controlling her laugh.

"Shapeshifters? Those are legends, Leah! The wolf ate Taehyung!" 

She chuckled. "No, they are real," she protested.

"The British man there was a cold one, a literal vampire. Taehyung didn't kill him, he was already dead."

No.

"Shut up, Leah. I know you hate me, but this is no time for jokes." 

She laughs harder. "You're right about me not liking you, but I'm not joking. That dark brown werewolf is Taehyung. One and only Taehyung. 20 year-old Taehyung who lives at the rez. That Taehyung."

'The world is darker than you think. It's not always safe.'

Taehyung had already given you clues from the start. But a word from Leah wouldn't be enough to stop your mind from going everywhere. You needed to hear this from Taehyung.

It was twilight already and the group had decided to spend the night in their cabin, instead of the beach. Sam explained that it was for your safety which until now he hasn't elaborated yet. Emily offered newly baked muffins, but it was too late before you could grab one when all the boys devoured around them. You gave Emily a smile.

"You can have the next batch." She shied away.

Emily looks like an average girl next door. She had fringes and medium length hair, they were very flat. Her skin was like the others, tan and healthy-looking. One thing you haven't examined deeply about her were her eyes. Embry had told you once that staring at Emily would bother Sam, and when you first saw her, you knew immediately why. She had a scar on one of her eyes, they looked painful. It looks like a cat scratch, only if that cat was a lion. It covered half of her face, but that didn't stop her from being lovely. She was still pretty in every way.

Taehyung arrives at the cabin, looking at everybody except you, his body resting on the door frame. He was heavy-breathing like he just finished a race. Sam came after him, giving him a small pat then walking towards Emily. Taehyung's eyes remain on the floor. His actions were complicated. You haven't figured him out yet.

"Y/N, Tae, maybe you can talk outside alone." Sam smirks at Taehyung, and Taehyung smiles back.

'This is no time to be smiling!'

Taehyung finally looks at you before leaving the door and you follow. But he still hasn't talked. And your rage is piling up inside you, you finally take a step forward.

"Care to explain what the hell happened there? I thought you were swallowed by that — that thing!" He gulps, stopping his tracks and turning around to see your face.

"I was scared," you muttered.

He totally understood why you were scared. Because he was just as scared and confused as you when he first discovered who he was, and just like you, he chose to deny it in every way he can, and he hoped that denial can make a change.

"You're not supposed to know about this. I didn't want to put you in this position — of knowing what truly there is." His eyes are sad, like he was a missing child.

The same day Taehyung figured out what he was, his eyes looked exactly the same; with fear, agony, and deprecation.

"So, you're a werewolf?" You felt his pupils dilate.

He looked at you in disbelief as if he hadn't given enough clues yet.

"Werewolf. Shapeshifter. Monster. Dog. Whatever you call it, it wasn’t my choice." His voice was weak, almost ashamed of what he had just said.

"And you kill —"

"Vampires." He finishes your sentence before you could assume. "Just vampires. The cold ones? Those that violate the treaty? They’re real." And so the legends were correct and real, and the evidence stands right in front of you, breathing and staring at you.

But no matter what angle you look at him, he wasn't a monster. He is not what he is described in the fairytales. He wasn't a merciless creature, not even harmful. He was just this young boy who lived near you.

"I get that you're afraid of me. Trust me, so am I."

"I'm not scared of you. If it weren't for you I would be bloodless by now." You bit your lip. "But I'm still a little overwhelmed." You gulped.

He had no words, but he was relieved. And you knew that when his eyes twinkled, the kind he gave you when you were jamming to the songs he had in his truck.

"If it's okay for you, I'm inviting you and Sylvia to my birthday tomorrow. It's just a small gathering."

"Will there be drinks?" you kid.

"Sam doesn't really want me taking any drinks for the meantime." He chuckles.

"Why not?"

"He said that I can't be on alcohol during my first six months of phasing. Why? Do you drink?" he innocently asks.

"Was just teasing." You playfully pushed him before proceeding to walk back in the cabin.

Before you even knew it, Taehyung was irrevocably infatuated with you. He wouldn't have thought that a college girl would give a small attention to someone younger than her, or even finding out about who he truly is and still staying by his side. He had spent so much time denying who he was, but maybe being a werewolf isn't so bad after all, if phasing is what it takes to protect you or anyone at all.

You were just like what he thought you would be — kindred spirits.

The party isn’t filled with loud chats and crowds, it is a gathering. Taehyung tried his best to always stand by your side to give you ease in enjoying such an unfamiliar place as Sylvia gets indulged in conversations with the others, completely forgetting you. Every minute though, he'd have to leave you alone on the couch but he'd return as soon as he can.

There weren't much talks between you and him either, only a couple of smiles exchanged whenever Embry and Quil do something embarrassing in front of the both of you.

It seemed as if the night was the longest night of your life, only occupied with listening to others’ stories and Taehyung sipping a punch from his red cup. He had asked a few questions to keep things interesting, but it was hard to keep the mood flowing. You had asked about his hobbies and all the boring stuff you could think of, and surprisingly he would reply with enthusiasm like he have always wanted to be asked those questions. This makes you more curious how his daily life goes, how many people does he actually talk to.

When the hand of the clock drops at ten, you were just patiently waiting for Sylvia to get on her feet and cut the conversation with the others but she seemed to have consumed more alcohol than she could tolerate and the next thing you knew she was laughing like a maniac. You were stuck in a loop circle of smiling so thinly to everyone you get eye contact with.

You distract yourself with admiring the intricate designs of Taehyung's small home, and the thought of a young Taehyung growing up in where you're sitting currently makes your heart jolt. It's uplifting seeing his pictures on the wall, but there was a difference between his smile before and his smile now. One can easily tell which was more true. You had no clue what it's like to be his kind, hell even now you still can't believe what he is. But it sure shows in the way he had changed judging from the innocent photos that hang on the wooden walls. You've never known him since then, yet you wanted to restore this angel-being beaming at the sight of a camera who now hates being in photos because he thinks he's some sort of a monster.

You wanted to ask him about the pictures, the one where he was wearing a towel with a headband, the one where he was framing his face. All of them speak some kind of connection with you, maybe it's your love for photography that makes you feel this way, but innocence is one of the hardest thing to lay your lenses on.

Then you finally got it. What your professor was talking about, drawing something intangible to your camera. This is what he meant. Your gallery is only filled with landscapes, mostly the aesthetic of architecture and nature. Taehyung is what you needed to change the mood of your photos, not the weather, not the dark ambience of Forks, but his story. If only there's a chance for you to grasp his mystery in a single picture, his adventurous smile in one flash.

A pang of pain in your forehead pulls you back into reality, and the lights that stood above you only made it worse. You needed to leave immediately before the pain has you grunting. Welcomed with a wrapping breeze, you brace yourself and regret wearing the dress Sylvia begged you to wear. She said it was her favorite when she was your age, a Prussian blue dress that stops before your knees with tulle around the hem and a lighter blue ribbon on the chest.

Of course Taehyung who sits beside you would notice your leaving, and before you can inhale the fresh air from the porch, he was already asking what's wrong.

"I don't feel so good. I think I'm gonna have to go home alone since Sylvia's still occupied," you said, pushing on your temples with your thumb and middle finger.

"I can drive you home. I don't think they'd notice that we left, they're all pretty wasted." He chuckles, complementing the high tones of the strong wind that travels past your bodies.

"I'm really sorry. I'm being rude, I mean this is your party... your birthday party and you're going to drive me home."

He places the sippy cup on a coffee table near the entrance, and he was palming his pocket to reach for his keys.

"It's fine, y/n. The party's been dead four hours ago and I can't send you home alone. Do you have the house key or should I go back inside and ask Sylvia for it?"

"She gave me a duplicate. I think it's best we go now. My head's really killing me."

It was unusual, headaches. They rarely come to you since you monitor your phone usage and water intake. You hate getting them because you hated taking meds for it, and you just hoped Sylvia would have a stock of it. Your fingers have been roaming your forehead for a while yet you can't seem to navigate where the pain is, where it's beating. It would be better if you could massage it along the ride but you were struggling to even keep your fingers raised.

Taehyung stops the car in the middle of somewhere as you are hitting your head continuously on the head rest. It was quiet, a deafening silence that rang your ears that brought you to open your eyes. Taehyung wasn't in his seat anymore, only fog filling for his place crawling under your skin.

There was your breathing, crickets, and rustles of trees that travel the air. You weren't sure how to react but one was definite, you were scared. The hand resting on your thigh turning white and wet, breathing faster and heavier as the air seems to be corrupted with toxic poison that does nothing but suffocate you.

Don't get out of the car, don't get out of the car, you chant internally hoping it will help your situation.

"Hello, dear," a slinky voice says through the window, almost similar to the man— vampire from yesterday. Could it be? Could there be more? "Don't make me wait, dear. Open the door and make this easy for the both of us, hm?"

It sounds the exact same as the accent the man had with an alluring tone that draws you to open the door. However, it wasn't just her tempting attempt into convincing you to endanger yourself, the pain in your head inflates as you try to control yourself.

"You want it hard, my dear?" She smirks, you weren't sure but you hear the spread of the corner of her lips.

Then she was in front of the headlights, filled with rage, her eyes dark and dangerous as she showed her predacious teeth. From here, you can feel the vibration of her anger as if she had the ability to let you feel all the harnessed emotions inside her. You can count them one by one: anger, vengeance, and the feeling you get before success. None of them were positive emotions, none of them was mercy. She came here to accomplish one thing.

Your death.

Finally understanding it, inside her browbeating eyes were agony and mourning. She was here to avenge the death of the vampire that Taehyung had killed. She was as beautiful, as seductive with her pale skin and ruby lips, curly strawberry blonde hair that flows until her shoulders.

You discovered that there was a split second of slow agonizing memory of your life before it's taken, and you wished there was none. She runs towards you, careless whether she bashes her head into the glass. She takes your neck, her fingers poking specifically at the sides and right before you can regain your breath your eyes open.

Gasping and catching air, awakening in the seat with Taehyung by your side who drives in silence as Midnight Rambler by The Rolling Stones plays from his rusty stereo.

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler

I'm coming down your marble hall

Well, he's pouncing like a proud black panther

Well, you can say I, I told you so

He sits there, unaware of the chaos that repeats in your head. It all felt so real, the grasp on your neck that locks your throat, you could've sworn you've given your last breath. The pain had stopped, replaced by dizziness that you knew would pass as minutes go by. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Is there something on my face?"

You shake your head. "I didn't know I was staring."

That's right. You didn't know you were staring. There was so much comfort in knowing he never left, the heat of his presence brings you a feeling of security. It's okay now. Taehyung's still here. By your side.

Once reaching home, Taehyung does his best to assist you as though you were ill. It's cute how he acts that way, so careful, so gentle. Upon reaching your room, Taehyung stops before your bedroom door, almost waiting for an invitation.

"I should get going now. I'll tell Sylvia you felt sick." And before he could say good bye, you're already wrapping yourself in the blankets as he passively makes a step away from your door.

"Taehyung," you said, reaching out. "Thank you for today."

He doesn't turn back. "You're welcome. Also, thank you for coming."

A shiver spreads across your back when your lids start to fall, and your body jolts upwards. The beautiful woman from the early nightmare visits your mind again, her face inches from yours close to ripping it apart.

"Taehyung," you whispered, but he heard you within the thin walls of the lonely house. "Can you... stay for a sec? I... I had a nightmare earlier... felt so real. C-can you?"

He walks back, eyes landing everywhere except your body that waits for him on the bed. Is she serious? he thought as you opened the blankets for a space behind you.

"Until you fall asleep?"

You nod. He kicks off his shoes and he positions himself behind you, both of your breaths synchronizing as he lies down softly. You bury your cheek into the pillow when you feel his warmth wrap the room, the security coming back. You turn your head to see him watching you inches away, his hand keeping his head up as he rests his cheek against it. You take his free hand that lies on his right side, pulling it to your stomach requesting for him to scoot closer until his body brushes your back.

You can stay like this, for longer than you can imagine. Just the sounds of your breaths and the hums of his loud thumping heart that makes its way to your upper back, the release of breath from his nostrils that flies over your hair. Peaceful. Safe and sound.

In his embrace, you forget everything: the packing for Los Angeles, the fear of not getting into any university, the supernatural that you had discovered that you still cannot comprehend, the clouding fear that something is coming to get you. In his arm, it's like they never existed. The worries are nothing but disappearing sea foams, a water in heat that evaporates into thin air.

You enclose the hold in Taehyung's hand above your stomach, intertwining them for ease. Falling back into his embrace, he subtly moves away hoping you wouldn't notice. His warmth turning into heat, breathing ragged, hold on you tighter and stronger. Then you feel it, a gentle thrust behind you and he pretends to adjust position. He pulls you closer with the hand on your stomach and you sigh which caused a poking at your butt.

You may not be the smartest person on earth, but it doesn't take a book to know what it was. Taehyung murmurs an apology, his words passing by your neck which sends your stomach into a spiral. You rub your thighs together hoping to dissipate the throbbing in your core, not now.

Not now that Taehyung's beside you. Or maybe it should be now that Taehyung's beside you, you were open for a helping hand. His hand over your head tucks a strand of your hair, the finger brushing on your temple made your aching much harder to ignore. There would be no distraction, no having to worry about who will hear the both of you, for God's sake the house was built in the middle of nowhere, so you thought 'Fuck it.'

You tug his hand to the middle of your chest, to rest them between your breasts as your head turns to face him. He gulps, looking at you intently with lust hovering over his hooded eyes. You lean towards him, your lips reaching his and he pulls away for a second before diving back in. He had pillowy lips, and if it weren't for your hot need at the moment you would let your lips sleep on them for a longer while, but as of right now there are a lot of tensions that need handling.

You leave his hand on your chest while he's still shy to grope one of your breasts. Your hand then wrapping the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, he sighs. That sigh caused the aching to grow, shaking your behind to feel how needy he was and he sighs again. His hand that was on your chest now pushes below the curves of your breasts to pull you closer, to have more friction, to thrust into you.

Until he couldn't take it anymore, he wants you below him as much as you want him on top of you. He hovers above you, his knee swift in spreading your thighs open and he is bucking in a steady pace on your clothed entrance.

"Take me, Taehyung," you breathe the second he leaves your lips.

He takes it slow, burning your insides, as his fingers pull the bow on your chest, untying the effortless knot you had made in the mirror. Too slow to keep up with your throbbing heat, you trail his hand to open the loose front, exposing

your nude bra. His eyes are pinned on yours, and you would make quick glances at his moderate hand you're directing. You unclasp the front of your bra, and when he hears it setting on the bed, he kisses you as if asking if you were really sure. Beneath the feverish endless kiss were words of fear from him, what if he wasn't truly ready.

The last time he had experienced this was long ago, a time before he knew how dangerous he could be. Careless of what his hands could bring, when he hadn't given a single thought for any of his actions. Well, it was one time, only once with the first girl he had ever loved. And the first was always the quickest, but it was unforgettable, he had kept every detail of her daisy fresh skin remembered under his fingertips. The laughs they had shared in between, a significance of the innocence they were about to lose. His head loses in doubts, questions that can only be answered if he risks hurting you tonight.

Then you whisper, "It's okay, you're not going to hurt me." Because in your mind, that was the last thing in his abilities. You smile, "It's okay." Rubbing circles at the back of his trembling hand, his jaw clenches.

Once he had started kissing you again, you parted his lips with your tongue in which he had replied with a tender bite causing you to moan within your throat. This motivates him to grope your breast, aggressing as seconds pass by, pulling a nipple in between his fingers and you arch your back. You rest your feet on his back, synchronizing with the movement of his hips. You admire the way his head moves downward, stopping after every inch of your skin to place a soft kiss until he reaches your breasts to which he places a long stripe lick moving from one bud to another while his eyes remain on yours. He's going to be the death of you.

You pant, trying to reach his hips that came to a halt. His hands pushing the hem of your dress higher, stopping at the middle of your waist. And his evil slow hands, still taking his time, move behind your thighs to pull them away from his back and placing them on his shoulders as he gets comfortable right between them. With gaze pierced on yours, he flats his lips on your clothed slit, tracing the wet spot visible in your white underwear. The thought of you being almost naked underneath the dress ever since earlier brought Taehyung into insanity, he could've fucked you with his fingers on the couch, he could've removed them and left your pussy out in the open as he keeps it in his pocket, he could've done so many things if only he knew earlier how much you'd wanted him just the same.

You look at the empty ceiling, too affected by the darkness in his stare, you were scared you would cum too quickly if you remain watching. He pulls your garment upward to put his bare thumb against your clit, until you couldn't take it and you look down again to see him putting the said thumb in his mouth. Sweeter than the cranberry juice he'd been tolerating to drink, adding that to the list he could've done earlier while your panties were in his pocket; enjoying the sweet fervor of your cunt on his tongue. He plays at your clit, tongue curling to lap up the wetness that increases as his spit mixes in. He knows so well what he's doing, the fragile scoop of his bottom lip from your opening to your clit where he stops.

Everywhere around his lips glistens as the bright light from the hallway outside your room shines upon them. His hands still holding your thighs steady, he slips his tongue inside you which has you shaking and he had to adjust the control in his grip. Once they've settled, he puts his touch above your breasts, flicking both buds in each hand.

You were crumbling under him, desperate for release, grunting in a throaty voice as you tried to keep yourself together. Tears huddle in your eyes, blurring your vision until he stops, now smiling above you while he pulls your underwear away from your body. It doesn't take long for him to get naked and you take time to admire his build. His skin was made of honey, toned and reflective of the warmth he emits. His cock slapping his tummy before he could fully get out of his tight boxers, his tip reaching his button.

He returns to his position between your thighs but this time around he was the one to wrap your legs around his waist. His shaft falls between your slit and he makes subtle movements in burying himself between them.

"I just want to say," he began, "how amazing you are." A gravelly moan of your name escapes his lips as you take matters in your own hand, thumb going over the head of his cock while the rest of your fingers rest wraps his cock.

He thrusts into your hand. His face forming wrinkles, frustration painted across his face. Until he falls on both arms caging your head, bucking for more friction, enjoying the suppleness of your touch. He was groaning, panting, and making a mess of himself to which all echoes from one wall to another. You put a hand on his abdomen to break his movement. He obeys, feeling you part yourself for his cock, torturously slow in entering you.

You pull your hands to your sides, getting a hold of Taehyung's biceps. Opening your lids to watch his pupils dilate as he rams the rest of his length inside your beating entrance.

"Y/n," he groans, brow knotting together when you clench around him. He's going to fall apart, he thought. You wrap him tighter, letting go of yourself in ecstasy, careless whether you melt into the bed or break it, all is well as long as you're looking into his eyes.

He chants your name again and again in a symphony of continuous moaning, and all you could say is how good he sounds. A compilation of ah's and oh's whenever he reaches your spot, his head brushing against it and it felt like nothing but heaven. More, he wants more, if only he could fuck you endlessly he would. The bed hits the wall in coordination of his sharp thrusts, and he's losing himself in you he couldn't care less if he breaks the walls. In sync with the sounds he makes were your gasps and high-pitched whispers of his name that he can see himself in the near future thinking of them and fucking himself alone in his room as he recalls them.

"Tae— oh fuck, Taehyung," you cried out causing his cock to twitch inside you, you call out for more. His name and a couple of curses were the only words you could spew out. Trembling, you feel an explosion of euphoria inside you, letting go of the tight grip around Taehyung's arm.

With one last fluid thrust, he pulls himself out and spills himself on top of your stomach. Both of your breathing slows until they were no longer audible. He rolls to his back beside you waiting to cool down and you take care of yourself by wiping his cum away with the tissue from the nightstand.

"I'm sorry, I made a mess," he says, breaking silence.

You didn't reply, instead you lie on your side to face him and wrap his cock in your warm hand. His cock still hard and wet under your touch, he breathes out a long sigh. "I made a mess of you too."

He chuckles before placing one last kiss on your forehead, and you watch him fall into his dreams. You shut the door, thankful Sylvia didn't come home during the circumstances earlier. You make a note not to leave it open next time.

Next time? Were you actually hoping for a next time? It's not long until you're leaving. Forks is not your home. Your home is on the other side of the country, and everything you grew up with awaits there. Forks is not your home, you tell yourself. The night grows along with your need for sleep, falling onto Taehyung's chest and getting lost in a slumber. You wake to Sylvia opening the door, an indication of her coming home, and you fall asleep again.

The next time you wake up, the sun shining alight from the windows to your eyes, Taehyung was sitting at the end of the bed fully clothed. His head turns slightly, feeling the sense of your waking.

"Y/n, there's not just one who wants to kill you," he says but you couldn't make out a single word, "there's a whole coven of them."

a/n: happy new year! pls dont take the bella comment seriously. also team jacob ftw!!! also appreciate my banner work owo.this is my first descriptive smut like i actually write them having sex idk i hope yall like it tho :* i love y’all! 

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HELLO 👋 I WAS SENT HERE BY PALMETT-HOES. What are your thoughts on the foxes + tattoos?? Originally it was Neil + tattoos but if you have thoughts of the other foxes too I'd love to hear them if you want to share 🥺

Okay, so I actually might try to become a tattoo artist and love tattoo culture. I also have already about 30 tattoos, some the size of my whole hand and some the size of a quarter, a lot of mixed and matched stuff. I also always try to think of the foxes in their timeline, so 2006-2007 era, and when I think said foxes would get tattoos in their life and why. 

NEIL

First off: I personally HC Neil has keloid scarring and a lot of scarring so tattooing is hard on his skin. I have a friend who has more scars than I've ever seen on anyone else IRL before and we both love tattoos but even with him trying to prep the artist, unless they were a scar micropigmentation expert, they usually underestimated how hard it was going to be to tattoo on his skin. It's uneven and dense and doesn’t hold ink well. His non-scarred skin faired a lot better but his skin was something artists just weren't prepared for. I might get some micropigmentation on some skin grafts I got to even out the coloring and make it look more “natural” but I’m waiting to see if the pigment will settle and heal more first. 

I personally don't see Neil ever getting a tattoo, and this bums a lot of people out lmao. I think his scars are too thick and too raised and it's too cosmetic and aesthetic centric for it to be something on his radar. On his skin that isn't touched by scars I think he would want to leave as be mostly out of neutrality. I don't see Neil as the type of sentimental tattooer, I see him thinking “well if it matters to me I remember it” sort of and him wanting to keep the really deep stuff personal just for himself and even another person putting it on him is someone else there. I think if he were ever to get a tattoo, he would be like… idk it would be the kind that says “yes I got shot, stop asking” over a bullet hole scar or like that one guy whos missing his leg and above it there's a tattoo that says “one foot in the grave” that's the only type of tattoo I can see Neil doing and even still I'm not convinced he would do it. 

ANDREW

I don't ever see Andrew covering up his scars with tattoos either. I think he likes how the armbands can come on and off and be fully covered to not at all. He's not ashamed of them but he's private, and I think the tattoos could seem like he's trying to hide them when he's not-it's just nobody's business. I think if he were to get anything it would be American-traditional, it ages well, its classic, and doesn't really go out of style. Before the…. Let's say 80s, there weren't the different tattoo “styles” like there are today. It was just… tattoos in America. There was Japanese-style tattooing and then American-style tattooing, and since tattooing started curating its underground culture in the ’50s in America… those circles did not blend. They do now, but they sure as hell didn't then. So I could see Andrew with American-traditional because it's classic and I could see it appealing to him, but I could also see Russian prison tattoo style black-work something that appeals to him too. Get him some gulag tats. However if he had those, and since I currently HC him as white and with a buzzed or grown-out messy buzzed head, he would deadass look like a fuckin skinhead so... yeah lmao. Overall I don't see Andrew getting tattoos really, but if he would, American-traditional seems fitting. 

KEVIN

Okay, so Kevin out here looking like a MF SoundCloud rapper with his single face tat and nothing else going on. I know it might be OOC but since his mom is Irish and I HC his dad as Maori (even tho in the canon Wymack likely has 90s new age tribalism, which is a complicated issue but instead I choose culturally significant tattoos over the tattoo trend that was largely popularized by a movie lmao anyways-).

So I think Kevin is the only one who dives into tattoo culture and bonds over it with his dad. If he just has the chess piece, it still feels like a branding, like a mark so distinct against the rest of him, but one full sleeve of Celtic knots and symbols and the other arm full of Maori's distinct tattoos of swirls and symbols could be a cool way for him to reclaim his own skin and have it not be something he did just to cover something up, but make tattooing something connecting him to his cultures and family. 

NICKY

Nicky is the guy who got like, fierce, or pride, or something like that tattooed if he got a tattoo. I see Nicky getting a pride tattoo of some kind maybe and it being calligraphy or like if Nicky/Erik is a bear then he gets a bear paw. I could also see him getting his and Erik’s wedding date tattooed somewhere. I also don't see him as the type who didn't know how much research and shit goes into finding the artist for you, and kinda assumes you can go to just anyone and just walk in and then was like ���wait what” when he couldn’t (or couldn't if he wanted to get exactly what he had in mind) so he probably got/gets tattooed by some non-homophobic apprentice, maybe even that apprentices first tattoo, and also since Nicky is Mexican and darker-skinned I doubt he thinks to put on sunscreen and the sun makes his ink lines bleed and so it doesn't age the best (it be like that). 

ALLISON

Got a trendy tramp stamp to like, really stick it to her parents. Right on her lower back I bet it's the classic 2000s swirls and a butterfly and some of those stars, idk what they're called. If she was a young 20-year-old now tho she totally would have gotten a fine line tattoo, like not a tight three, a real 1 needle tattoo. They were seen as really nice back then and “so Cali” and like I could see /maybe/ her getting it done before she's 30 but they were not that common yet and like micro-realism is so new we still kinda don't know how it's going to age at all since tattoos before it have been designed they way they have for aging. Again if she got a micro-realism/single needle tattoo tho it would be something kinda basic like a butterfly or like a lion. I swear I've seen the same google image lion tattooed on a lotta people and like IDC it's your skin. But yeah, she gets the classic 2000s swirl butterfly and stars tattoo above her crack one night, maybe after a really bad phone call with her parents and she got drunk and pissed off. Maybe someone said she couldn't take the pain. (which btw, tattoos don’t hurt as much as they make them out to be in shows and shit, they can hurt tho)

DAN

I HC Dan as very dark-skinned, she's 75% black and 25% Sioux and grew up in a very very white area when outside her home on the res. Tattoo culture is still really sexist and really colorist, and at this point in history I think if she ever did want a tattoo, she maybe asked vaguely about it and they flat out said “I don't know how to tattoo on black skin” or “it doesn't go with my art” which… are shithole excuses and I think she thought, “well fuck u too” and never thought about it much since then. 

RENEE

I HC as Renee as darker-skinned than Dan, and like the only places she could possibly get tattooed are maybe her palms, the bottoms of her feet, or her inner mouth probably. Some people genuinely are so dark that tattooing is hard, because it's based on the concept of black ink on a lighter surface, which is why scarification catches on in cultures where the skin is too dark to pigment with ink effectively. However, the idea of fuckin, 15-year-old Renee who is still Natalie with “PU$$Y” tattooed in her mouth kinda sends me. I think lil kid Renee thought she was gangster, and tbh she was, and I could see her getting some “fuck you/in your face” tattoo, especially if she was a lesbian in such a homophobic world, getting that tattooed is even better. We also know she got her back tatted in the EC with angel wings that look almost closer to dragon wings, so I imagine they show up as almost raised dark lines like scars from the untrained tattoo artist going way too deep, making it a cross between a tattoo and scarification, even if accidental. (also white ink really wasn't a thing yet and even now is still kinda hard to tell how it will heal, so that's why I don't think she gets any white ink tats)

MATT

He's a rich boy from NYC, he could really get like… whatever he wants. Once he's famous he can afford it that's for sure, but even before then he could with his allowance similar to Allison (even if on a completely different level). However, I doubt he gets anything lol. He's not particularly religious in my HC and doesn't have the same sense of being lost like I feel Kevin does with his own parents (I mean Kevin was raised like an orphan, kinda so it makes sense). I need to develop Matt’s background further on what it means to him personally to be a Filipino-American. I have several ideas about how his parents met in the Philippines and then came here but I would need to flesh out locations and then local cultures and then his parents said opinions on tattoos and then how matt would react to said opinions. I could see him possibly getting something for dan or his kids tattooed on. Which really makes me want to have him get his first kid's name tattooed really big or intricate somewhere like on his chest over his heart and then his kid comes out as trans and he's like “...fuck” lmao and gets it removed maybe and then redone or something. I see him viewing tattoos are personal and symbolic, and if he would get something it would probably be family-oriented, possibly Dan's portrait or like his baby's footprint which I've seen before. 

AARON & SETH

Stick and pokes were not nearly as common then as they are now, and I feel like people kinda have to remember how taboo tattooing was then and still is now in a lot of cultures. My family is Not happy lmaoo. But it is what it is. Stick and Pokes were not a thing bored white middle-class teens did like I see them doing now. It was seen as super sketchy and I know someone who was 16 getting tattooed in a garage by someone who was both drunk and just out of prison for the first time, and that was seen as sketchy as stick and pokes at the time. I could imagine either Seth or Aaron having a failed and fucked up stick and poke tattoo, and out of the two of them, Seth seems like the drunk tat guy. Maybe once he got drunk and mad as fuck after Allison and him broke up and she said he didn't seem serious enough so he got her name drunkenly tattooed on his arm or something and then she was even more pissed because it was spelled wrong “YOU FORGOT THE SECOND L OMFG SETH.” (I can also imagine his future girlfriends don't love it lmao). I also love the idea of Seth just having Marvin the Martian or the Tasmanian Devil tattooed on his ass.

Anyways sorry for the lack of pictures but I didn't want to do that... so I didn't. I didn't go into niche tattoo culture and history like I was expecting myself to but this also got fuckin long. Might not be what you were hoping for at all but it is my current opinion on the foxes and tattoos. (This is also surprisingly free of my own personal aesthetic opinions on tattoos and that I'm kinda proud of ngl, since my preference is none of these, but also I grew up in a very different tattoo time than them)

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Ahhh sorry for ranting , just...AFTG gives me so many headaches and thoughts ( got a whole tag if u wanna check lol)

Nicky.... I could talk about how wasted his character was for years..

One of THE ONLY CANON POC CHARACTERS AND HE IS THE "EXOTIC" PUSHY GAY STEROTYPE??! HE WENT TO CONVERSION THERAPHY ,HE STILL HAS GUILT BC HE CANT GIVE UP ON HIS PARENTS EVEN AFTER THEY HURT HIM ( very relatable lol) he mf..gave up being with his love to care for his cousin bc he never wanted anyone to go though what his parents did when he was so so young...

He WAS THE FIRST TO ASK ALLISON IS SHE WAS OKAY AFTER SETHS DEATH EVEN THO HE OBVIOUSLY DIDNT HAVE TO..

Okay oof..sorry..anyways wanna scream ur headcanons at me ?

I KNOOOOW nicky could've been so good but all the gross rapey stuff like...cool great way to write the only gay poc Nora 😒

My old not kpop blog had more aftg stuff on it but I forgot the password to it so rip me 💀💀

I thought Kevin/thea was weird bc like...she was in college when he was growing up and i dont know how they would even work since she still is indoctrinated with the raven mindset u kno?

Also neil and Andrew went to the courthouse to get married (for tax reasons Andrew says) and only brought Renee as witness bc she wouldn't tell anyone

Lowkey I cant remember a lot of my headcanons but Renee, Matt, Dan, wymak, and Kevin are all poc and like I said before Renee and Allison are girlfriends and Jean and Jeremy are boyfriends (I like reading fics abt jeans year at usc bc Laila and Alvarez are in it too). Oh and also aaron gets the stick out of his ass and is like hey maybe being gay isn't actually that bad (its bc Kaitlyn pegs him for thr first time she fucks the homophobia out of him)

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Hi 👋 I was wondering if I could start your emoji anon family as 🥺? Also! can i request what the Red Army(from ikemenrevolution) would do if Alice is under age? like say she's still a teenager. how would they find out and what would they do after??

@hqcaptains asked; Can you do a headconon for some of the Ikemen revolution boys(either red or black army) when it's Alice's birthday?? Thank you!

Omg! Yes!!

And underaged Alice has been on my mind for y e a r s !!! Thanks for the requests 🥺 and hqcaptains!!💜

I made this to where you're about to turn 16, because i never had a sweet 16th birthday party.

Under Aged Alice Headcannons.

Ikemen Revolution Red army

It would probably be within the first week after being captured.

Edgar would probably be the one to ask.

He'd walk up to you and be like, "Alice, how old are you?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Just wondering."

Then he'd walk off.

Of course Jonah probably over heard so thats now on his mind alot.

Obviously, you trust Kyle the most so he's the first to know and he's really chill about it.

"Oh wow you're a kid still. Okay."

You told him you were thinking about telling the others and he said it'd be a good idea considering afew of them are flirts.

So you come up with a plan to get everyone together.

You eventually tell them at a dinner the Kyle helped arrange.

"Alice why'd you want all of us to have dinner together? Are you starting to grow fond of the officers?" Edgar winked at you from across the table.

"No actually.. It's about a recent topic I've been asked about. and uh.."

Lancelot looked at you carefully and said, "If it's something important, take your time. Don't push yourself."

Now that was a slightly shocking thing for him to say.

You take a breath, briefly making eye contact with each of them, your eyes staying on Kyles the longest.

Zero glanced down at you from his spot on your left.

"I'm underage still."

Jonah choked on his wine.

Edgar put his hand up to his mouth while Kyle busted out laughing, "And you hit on her!"

The only thing Edgar was thinking right now was;

Oh god I'm a pedofile..

Lancelot was shocked but only on the inside.

"So.. How old exactly?" Zero finally spoke up.

"Fifteen, I'll be sixteen in a few days actually!"

That sparked something.

Over the next few days the boys would set up a schedule for you, and would make you stop doing chores.

You'd have to be awake by 9 every morning, and in bed by 10.

Your room was right next to the King's so he would moniter those hours like a hawk.

Jonah would check up on you more and worry about you a lot.

Mother mode a c t i v a t e d

Kyle and Edgar's gonna be like those cool uncles.

Zero would be like that slightly distant but protective brother.

And when it comes time for your birthday.

They make sure you're 100% bot ready.

and for once the black and red army get together!

Like legit Seth r u n s to you and hugs you, "Happy sweet 16 Alice!!"

And the O U T F I T JONAH PICKED OUT FOR YOU WAS SO CUTE!!

Like he asked you for help designing it because he wanted you to dress like you would in your world(like 2020 style) and it was perfect.

No one questioned it.

You were comfy, they were happy.

Lancelot made sure they had your favorite cake made.

And you all had so much fun.

By the end of the day the two armies had a little more respect for each other, and you all were tired.

You hugged all of the black army officers goodbye and turned around to see the red army officers there smiling.

Lancelot asked if you wanted or needed anything else before the day officially ended, and of course you said yes.

You walked up to him and hugged him, and then Jonah, and then Edgar, then Kyle and Zero, thanking each and everyone of them for giving you the best birthday you could ever ask for.

They all smiled and said their 'you're welcomes' and 'goodnights' heading off to their respective rooms.

Lancelot was the last, taking your hand and walking with you to your door.

Bending down and kissing you on the forehead he said, "Goodnight dear Alice. Thank you for today. Get some sleep."

He smiled once more and ruffled your hair before going to his room.

and like you said, it was the best birthday ever.

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prompt: kind of a niche ship but could you write some richie n seth fluff pls? i love your fics!!✨

omg i love this ship. i’ve written them vaguely (richie/seth/stefon threesome fic) but never on their own? so this was a v fun challenge for me. i hope u like it, u’ve inspired me to write more for them!

cw for this being set in IT ch 2 canon, so eddie is like. dead and gone for good, unfortunately, and it is discussed. i picture this fic being set around 2017. i promise this fic isn’t just richie angst, there’s fluff! just gotta get through some sad parts first.

When he moved back to New York City, Richie felt like his 29-year-old self again. He still does sometimes. The NYC comedy scene and the LA one are distinctly different, despite all the NYC expats who move to LA to star in films or do voice acting or settle down and have a few kids. It didn’t feel right to go back, though. LA was all shine and sun, several layers of sky blue paint over decades worth of grime. At least NYC was honest in its grime for the most part. At least New Yorkers were able to joke about their greasy ass pizza and subway rats instead of all trying to be Instagram influencers. 

The real truth was that Richie had friends in NYC. In LA, he had none. And what he needed was friends. 

The funny thing about reconnecting with an old friend is that sometimes, even though it seems like a lot has changed, they’re still the same person, deep down. 

Seth is still a workaholic--the same workaholic who Richie met back when he hosted SNL for the first time. He still stays up til 4 AM sometimes, drinking dark, bitter coffee for the caffeine rather than the taste, darting in and out of cubicles, asking if anything new has cropped up in the past few hours that’s monologue worthy. He still wears those ratty sweatshirts during the day and changes into suits for the evening. He does shave more consistently, Richie will give him that. He still laughs high pitched and loud when a joke really gets him, and he still laughs at his own jokes, even, stumbling through them sometimes with tears welling up in his eyes. He still loves to drink tequila and whiskey and anything really that brings heat to his cheeks and more of that laughter bubbling out of his chest, though he tells Richie he doesn’t drink as much as he used to--he’s far too old for it now, and the hangovers are intense.

(“I do wanna do a day drinking segment with Rihanna, though,” he confides in him once over lunch. They’re eating greasy pizza, and Richie feels like he’s in heaven, because the shit in LA doesn’t even begin to measure up.

“Rihanna? Do you have, like, connections to her or something?”

“No! I wish,” Seth frowns at his slice of pepperoni. “Do you?”

Richie hoots out a laugh. “Dude, you are severely overestimating me if you think I know Rihanna. Good luck on your quest, though.”

“Hey, maybe Rihanna’s got a thing for raunchy comedians who wear the same shirt three days in a row and own like, two pairs of sneakers and refuse to buy new ones. I don’t know her personally, either.”

Richie flicks a piece of mushroom right at Seth’s face. He laughs in that way he does, and Richie’s chest flutters.)

And maybe it’s the fact that Seth is still Seth--still blue-eyed, New Hampshire, toothy grin Seth--that makes Richie fall for him. And he’s not even surprised by it. He thinks he’s always sort of had a piece of his heart reserved for Seth, even when he moved to LA. He was the first one to send him a congratulatory text when the news broke that he got Late Night, and he was always happy to wander around his too-empty LA apartment and shoot the shit with him for hours long phone calls about everything and anything and nothing at all. Seth was the first to welcome Richie with open arms back to NYC. They were the sort of friends that never truly fell apart, even when they went a while without speaking to each other.

It all comes tumbling out eventually, why Richie is back in NYC. Seth never really poses the question, but when Richie calls him one Tuesday night at 3 AM, eyes unfocused and hot with tears and chest heaving with hyperventilating sobs, the answer becomes clear to him. 

He’s still awake, of course, sitting in his office and staring at the writers’ Slack chat when the phone rings. “Are you awake, man? I’m sorry if I woke you,” Richie says into the phone, warbly.

Seth manages to talk him down from it when Richie admits he had a pretty vivid nightmare. He doesn’t judge him for a second or wonder why a 40-year-old man is so shook up by one. He simply talks slow and soft into the phone, telling him it’s okay and grounding him as best as he can. “You can tell me anything, Rich, you know that, right?” His voice is so goddamn sweet Richie wants to sob all over again.

So he tells him everything--well, rather, a condensed version of everything. He tells him he had friends as a kid back in Maine, really close friends, and they met up again after drifting apart, and he tells him that he saw his best friend in the world die right in front of his eyes. He’s careful with his words, but something tells him that even if he did explain all the clown shit, Seth would listen and comfort him all the same, even if he was confused by it. “I feel so bad for dumping this shit on you, dude,” Richie says, fighting back the tears that he’s finally managed to quell. “It’s just--”

“Shh, hey, it’s okay,” Seth assures him, “I can’t fucking imagine. I’m so sorry. I know that sounds really lame, to say I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t really fix anything.”

“It’s okay. I haven’t--no one really knows. I mean, my friends know, they were there, too, but...God, it’s so fucking complicated.” He lays his head back down on his pillow and exhales a shaky sigh, feeling mostly back down to earth. “I guess I just. I picked up my phone and dialed you because I needed to know everything was...you were okay and I wasn’t still in that fucking dream.”

“I get it. You don’t have to worry about that. You know I keep crazy hours anyway.” They manage to get a chuckle out of that. “I hope this doesn’t sound insensitive, but I’m glad you were with him in his final moments, I’m sure he was very glad to have you there.”

Richie swallows the baseball-sized lump in his throat. “God, I sure fucking hope so. He was…” he stops himself. He hadn’t told the other Losers what he wanted to say about Eddie and how he felt about him, but he was certain they knew. Seth is completely detached from this whole situation, but maybe putting out what he’s been harboring in his chest for so long will take some weight off it. “He was the first person I really fell in love with.”

“Oh, Rich.” Seth’s voice is soft and sad. 

“I know that’s a lot to tell you, and like, I haven’t even really told you, or anyone that I’m gay, but I guess here it is, this is so damn...ungraceful,” he rambles with a shaky little laugh, “But I guess I’m not really graceful anyway.”

“It’s okay. You know it doesn’t bother me at all, right? God, I sound like--every straight dude in the world right now. I’m totally cool with gays!”

“Well, maybe a little,” Richie says, unable to not give him a little shit, and he’s happy to hear Seth laugh on the other end. “But thanks. I’m glad you were the first person I told.”

“Well, when I tell you about the dudes I hooked up with in college, I know you’ll be chill about it, too.” Seth says, then adds, “Oh, guess I just did.”

“You what? Seth middle-name Meyers.”

“It’s Adam.” 

“Not the point. You what?”

“Dude, haven’t I told you like a million times about my crush on James Spader? Do you know how many times I’ve watched Pretty in Pink? Too many times. That’s not even the best Hughes film.”

“I thought that was like--a joke! You always said you wanted to grow your hair out like that!” He’s smiling against the phone, really truly grinning at this whole mutual coming out situation, and he’s so happy to be smiling again.

“Well, yeah, I do, but also, like, he was hot, okay? Him being bald now is the greatest tragedy of my life.” Seth says, laughing even more. 

“You know, I haven’t gone bald yet. I’ve got plenty of hair. It’s unwashed right now, but feel free to run your hands through it. We can roleplay. I’ll be...fuck, what was his name? The Pretty in Pink guy?” Richie hasn’t seen that movie since it came out. 

Seth answers very quickly. “Steff.”

“That’s it! I’ll be Steff, and you can be...Andie! That’s her name.” 

“Steff wasn’t the love interest, though, remember? He was the love interest’s asshole friend.”

Richie hums. “I’m kind of an asshole. Not as pretty of an asshole as Spader, though.”

“I think you’re perfectly pretty.”

“Thanks,” he smiles again. His stomach knots itself up, then un-knots. Seth Meyers, the man who’s all blue eyes, New Hampshire, and salt-and-pepper hair is calling him pretty. What a world.

After he hangs up and manages to catch a few hours of sleep, he’s not surprised when he gets a call from Seth a few days later asking if he wants to grab a drink, and there’s a different tone to his voice. He can’t quite place it, but it almost sounds nervous, like he doesn’t want to screw this up. He doesn’t screw anything up, though, and when they make their way back to Seth’s apartment, pleasantly buzzed, and end up on his couch, lips on lips, Richie isn’t really surprised, either. He smiles into each one.

--

They seem to divide their time in between either apartment, not quite ready to have the “hey, let’s move in together” conversation. It’s only been a few months, and they’re taking their time. Richie’s never let himself take his time before.

Most nights, they’re tangled up in whatever bed they’ve fallen into--tonight, it’s Seth’s, and Richie has managed to get him home at a reasonable time, around midnight, even though the show filmed several hours before. (“The news and the president don’t stop,” Seth has explained to him before, “But God, I wish they would.”) He’s running his fingers through Seth’s hair, which is surprisingly soft once all the product is washed out. Richie never gets tired of touching it. “You’re halfway to Spader, I think.”

“Yeah? I’ll see if makeup and wardrobe approve of me growing it out any longer, or if they’ll force me to cut it.” Seth sounds sleepy, but even in the dark Richie can tell he’s smiling.

“I’d like it,” he says, and presses a kiss to the line of Seth’s jaw. “Isn’t that enough?”

“For me? More than enough.” Seth brings him in for a proper kiss, long and deep and warm, hands wandering and stroking skin, unhurried and sweet. 

When they pull apart, it comes tumbling out, as things seem to do. “I love you.” It’s the first time Richie has said it. He’s known it, without a shadow of a doubt, for a while now. And he thinks Seth knew it, too, even if it went unsaid. He understood that Richie was working up to this sort of thing, to opening himself up and allowing himself to cry and feel and say things like that. Like I love you. And now it’s come out, like it was always bound to, and Richie feels Seth smile against his temple.

“I love you, too.”

“More than James Spader?”

Seth laughs. “Much more.” He pulls him in for another kiss, and they say “I love you” many more times that night, and almost every night afterward.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Danny u wonderful lad, do you have a favorite movie or tv show?

“Um, Abraham had all the Hannibal episodes. He made us watch those. And Claymation Christmas movies, he really liked all of those, we watched those a lot. I... I liked watching old movies with Nate at night when he’d sneak out, like Casablanca. I can say all the words to Casablanca...”

“But what’s your favorite movie, Dan?”

“Oh. Um. I don’t... I don’t know. I loved Archer, um, before. Some of it’s too... I have a hard time with some of the violence, and there’s a guy on there who, who talks a lot like Abraham... so I can’t watch it any longer... I loved Venture Brothers, too... Oh, I liked Twin Peaks on TV, actually, that was cool. One of my friends had it on DVD, we all used to watch it over and over. And Ryan used to make me watch Buffy with him. They played the episodes when we were home from school, so we watched most of it I think. I liked Buffy, I thought... I was kind of into Seth Green, actually? Those rerun episodes were actually when I, um, when I kind of figured out...”

“Oh, fuck me, you’re telling me Oz was your gay awakening? You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“No, my gay awakening was when I kissed Brandon Oberweller in fifth grade, dumbass. Oz was just me figuring out the ginger thing was, um, some people liked it.”

“I remember that thing with Brandon! You guys both got in trouble for that! Wait. How do you remember that?”

“I don’t know! He wasn’t even that cute!”

“So what would be your favorite show, like, now? As an adult?”

“Um. Oh! I like to watch that baking show you have on Netflix, that’s really calming. And... I guess my actual favorite is probably Bob’s Burgers. I mean I know it was already on TV before I, um, I left, but... I don’t know. I felt like I was watching it for the first time. And Brooklyn 99? Oh, and, um, sometimes I watch Netflix shows. I watched Jessica Jones, actually, I... that was... that was hard.”

“What? Why?”

“Have you seen Jessica Jones?”

“No, I wasn’t into the superhero shit like you were.”

“The first season... that’s Abraham. That’s him. It’s like he looks at you and you have to do whatever and sometimes it feels like you want to, if he wants you to. That, that guy she fought... That was hard to watch. It was like... it was like him. Like someone met him, and then they made that character.”

“I don’t remember feeling that way, and he looked right at me... weird.”

“... I didn’t like Jessica Jones. But I watched every fucking episode of that season just to see if she won.”

[illthdar]

YOU REBLOGGED THE AU ASK THING SO I AM SENDING IN THE AU ASKS. 1, 4, 6, 8, 17, 23, 30, 36 You don't have to answer all of them. (This is my favorite ask of all time, ever)

Good heavens, well I’ll give it my best shot. Thanks for the ask. I won’t do the full cast, or we really will be here all year but here’s Inari’s team and how they would fit:

1. college AU but instead of being students, all your ocs are professors

Toshiiro: dance

Seth: the cool science teacher

Tundra: computer lab

Inari: the principal, of course

Lerki: the less cool science teacher

4. *wormhole AU where your ocs find themselves at a Comic Con on Earth (in the near future after your book/comic/film has come out to wild success) and they must pretend to be extremely dedicated cosplayers*

Tundra: absolutely trying his hardest not to fanboy over all of the stuff. Not really succeeding because he’s a super nerd.

Seth: completely enjoying the fact that everyone wants a picture with him.

Toshiiro: cannot figure out wtf is going on. Face may as well be tattooed red from every person getting too up close and personal. Nothing he does seems to make them go away - he’s bewildered that, the more he complains, the more people scream with excitement.

Inari: their very best self, fan hiding their laughing face.

Lerki: complete mess. Too noisy, too bright, too much is wrong with this place - the elements said so - WHY can’t we go back yet?

6. AU where your ocs are all various types of animals at a pet store/petting zoo

Toshiiro: he’s the parrot that got taught all the swear words.

Seth: the Labrador puppy that is toocuteforlife. OMG, U HUMAN?! TAKEMEWITHUUUUU!

Tundra: that cat that comes in and doesn’t even live here. No one knows who he belongs to, he just eats the food and sleeps in the beds and fucks off again when it suits him.

Inari: the so majestic bird in that one cage that is never bought, despite how pretty, because they snap at everyone that tries to touch their feathers. Don’t mess with the aesthetics.

Lerki: Hamster. HAVE I MOVED ANYWHERE YET? NO?! Better run in this wheel some more! Oo! Water! CARROT SLICES NOMNOM! What was I doing? 

8. AU where your ocs all work at a fast food restaurant

Toshiiro: Manager. Hates his life because he got the rest of these dipshits.

Inari: Regional manager. All eyes on them when they walk in. Super bitchy.

Tundra: Looks like a slacker, does most of the work anyway, but still manages to flirt with the customers.

Seth: Wants to flirt with the customers, unfortunately stuck on drive thru because he can’t seem to do it without getting caught by Toshiiro.

Lerki: Does he work here? Fuck knows. If he shows up, we never see him.

17. boy band AU

Toshiiro: drummer. Can’t sing for shit, won’t try, but has best rhythm.

Tundra: electric guitar. Screamer.

Seth: base guitar. Backup vocals.

Inari: Lead singer, second best vocals but best face.

Lerki: Backup vocals, best but looks like he forgot to change clothes. Or shower. All week.

23. AU where your ocs are aged-up and are now all residents in a retirement home

Tundra: going to laugh as he tries to run people over with the electric scooter. Can you catch him? Nope.

Seth: the nice old black guy that every white person looks to for great advice but gives no thanks to.

Inari: Still a diva and dresses better than everyone there. Including the visitors. 

Lerki: lost touch with reality but forever trying to convince everyone otherwise. No one is fooled. Cheats at cards.

Toshiiro: Legit has his shit still in order. Head of the scrabble and bingo clubs and chess club. Will completely own any ass in trivia. 

30. 1950s ‘Outsiders’ AU where your ocs are split between Greasers and Socs

Inari: Complete Soc. Head of them, their ruler. All bow.

Toshiiro: the Soc who would very much like not to be surrounded by insufferable egotistical dicks but can’t stand morons, so here he’s stuck.

Seth: Greaser. Best at detailing. Will pimp the fuck out of your wheels.

Tundra: Greaser. Best driver. Has lots of practice crashing. People think he’s got nine lives or some shit.

Lerki: Voted most likely to get doors opened into his face every time he tries to enter a room. Loser.

36. shipwrecked on a desert island AU

Toshiiro: made the Help sign out of sticks.

Seth: made shelter and fire.

Inari: that bastard who sits around and supervises.

Lerki: wandered off hours ago to explore.

Tundra: the only one who thought to grab a mirror to signal for help that way.

[abramdeath]

the foxes as mitchel musso tweets

neil: I just want to say,from the bottom of my heart. I’d like to take the chance and apologize. To absolutely nobody! I do wtf I want!!!!

andrew: You know what els looks like chocolate. poison dipped in chocolate

kevin: Sry about last night. I was drunk but not on our alcohol. on your bullshit.

allison: Don’t get caught up in the same shit everybody els be doin. make your own lane, and then drive throu that bitch at whatever speed u want

dan: Don’t ever disrespect a woman. You treat woman right. You be polite. Unless she’s an ungrateful thot. Then you respectfully decline

matt: i love happy hearts…i love my happy heart. and i’ll share a piece of it with you if you aren’t feeling good rn

aaron: Keep ya relationship lowkey, business lowkey, everything lowkey because people are so sneaky nowadays they’ll try to ruin what you have

nicky: Distance is the biggest cockblocker of all time

renee: Yes I delete shit. Yes I block people. Fuck with me and get buried. But I am a lover at heart so try an be sweet. Or I’ll end you. ❤️

seth: Being a dick is not cool. Like 100% of the time it’s not cool. Like I’d give it a 0/10 for being cool. Alright cool thanx fuck you

bonus

neil: “it’s FINE everything’s cool”

F-fuck

I-ing

N-no

E-everythingismostcertainlynotcool

wymack: I’m to old to be wrong

abby: I just want every single person to be happy af. I wish there was a button I could press. I would click that thing so fast. prolly SMACK

[ravenvsfox]

hello, i love ur fics! can u write something where neil uses the "do u play exy bc ur a keeper" or something like that pick up line to andrew in front of the foxes maybe hes drunk idk i think itd be super funny xx

(so uhhhh I made this not funny at all and also an au but hey! it’s a thing!!)

Neil’s blearily grateful to be wedged into the dark embroidered fabric of a low-slung couch, pushed away from the sweat and throb of the dance floor. He feels enough like a raw vein without the club sucking the blood from him.

He knows he’s drunk because the blue lights are making him see ghosts in strangers’ faces. When he speaks it feels like he has a marble tucked into each cheek, just enough to garble his words. He knows that his legs won’t come with him if he stands, and it scares him.

Dan and Matt are crooning into each others’ ears, rocking to the sugary remix overhead, stacked next to him on the couch. He wonders how long he’s been swallowing shots to drown the taste of the last shot, trying to raise his pulse, trying to feel something. He opens his mouth to ask for the time and realizes, unsettled, that he’d asked less than a minute ago. He makes an aborted sound, smothering the stupid question before it can find oxygen and catch.

His friends notice anyway. Dan breaks away from Matt’s mouth at the noise, both of them gasping, adjusting to life on land.

“You look fucked,” Dan tells him. Neil nods seriously. He can taste so much salt. He’s drowned it in tequila and limes and rum and ice but his mouth still tastes savoury and sick.

“You need to get out of here?” Matt offers. Neil zeroes in on where Matt is rubbing circles into Dan’s bare thigh with his thumb. He knows they don’t really want to leave. He knows what their kindness tastes like because he’s gorged himself on it. He shakes his head, but it feels like his brain sloshes one way and his skull the other.

“I need a cigarette,” Neil says. He puts all his focus into standing without knocking over empties. Matt reaches out to steady him anyways but Neil pulls back hard, overcorrecting and falling into the wall. He stays there for too long, face pressed to the dark wall-paper, swallowing over and over again. He feels along the wall, liking the way it holds him up.

He finds himself on a short staircase down to the exit, and his feet and eyes are attached on a string. He can’t stop looking down because he can’t stop moving, and he doesn’t trust his body to do what he asks unless he’s watching, holding it accountable.

He’s struggling to light up before the door’s even open, hands shaking, lighter circling and sparking and coughing out in cycles.

Someone’s hand swims into view, and Neil watches his cigarette come alive like it’s happening to someone else. There’s a sharp-featured face and a pink mouth and moonlit hair and smoke peeling out of a mouth when it breathes.

“Thanks,” Neil mutters. The face doesn’t respond. Neil gives him a rare second look, squinting. “Did I thank you out loud?”

“You did,” the face says simply. His voice is cool and deep; it reminds Neil of cold patches in open water, and he gets phantom goosebumps.

Neil takes a drag of his cigarette. He sees his mother’s hair on the pillow next to him when he closes his eyes, and when he opens them, the stranger looks the same somehow: comforting, smoky, eaten by darkness, a good memory made painful.

It’s Andrew Minyard, he realizes suddenly. It’s the best goalkeeper in the world, smoking vacantly outside of a random seedy club in the middle of the season. The alcohol pitches and tries to come up his throat. Neil remembers that Minyard’s life intersected with Kevin’s somewhere in the timeline that he’d made himself put together half a dozen years ago. He remembers wishing for a way to be hidden but also to have Exy, his most treasured, unattainable obsession.

He looks at Andrew again, this time with recognition needling him so much that it hurts. He drops his cigarette on the ground and walks stiltedly away, feeling that old wish effect him more than the booze ever had. He keeps seeing steely brown eyes and that puzzling mouth even though he’s facing the other direction now.

Before everything, before he’d met Dan interning as a coach at his university, before Matt and Allison and Renee and Seth had become the only social circle he’d ever had, before he’d scared them and left them and killed his father, he’d thought of Kevin Day like a key, and Andrew like a keyring.

He’d watched them in black and red and scowls from afar and thought, things could’ve been different.

He stumbles back into the club with his past trying to introduce itself to the forefront of his brain, his eyes glued to his friends. They’re all bunched on the couches now, craning their necks for him, and things feel easier now that he’s focused on something other than the alcohol for a minute. He finds his way back through the masses, steadying himself on the arm of the couch as soon as he’s near enough.

“There you are, Christ Neil,” Matt says. “We were about to send out the world’s drunkest search party.”

“It’s fine,” Neil says. He wants to say more but he doesn’t know how to articulate that a professional athlete and former Raven just lit his cigarette for him, and he certainly doesn’t know how to explain why the thought of it makes him sick to his stomach.

“He’s fine,” Allison repeats. “He needs another drink.”

Matt goes to respond, but his mouth goes suddenly slack and his hand claps automatically to Dan’s arm. Neil’s throat closes up. “You’ll never guess who just walked in.”

All eyes swing to the door but Neil closes his, feeling the room tilt angrily around him, trying not to listen to the whispers spreading like a disease.

“No way, the monster?” Dan says. “Haven’t seen him since we played the Ravens in senior year. God, he’s hell in goal, remember?”

“He’s hell everywhere,” Seth says snidely.

“Maybe we should evacuate,” Allison says consideringly. “He’s an unpredictable little fucker.”

“I heard he stopped taking his meds when he made court,” Matt says. “—And he hasn’t said a word since.”

“He has,” Neil says unthinkingly, mouth cottony dry.

“What?”

“Nothing. He— nothing.”

“Oh,” Allison laughs. “I forgot that you were like— an Exy groupie.”

“I’m not,” Neil says firmly. He finally gives in and looks back towards the entrance, and he sees flickers of pale blond hair over a black ensemble. He feels himself sliding off of the arm of the couch and onto the cushion. Renee is a gentle pressure at his side.

“I think it’s good,” Renee says. “That you’re defending him. I have the feeling that he needs friends.”

“Maybe if he didn’t look like a serial killer,” Allison muses.

“Maybe if he didn’t act like one,” Seth agrees, and they exchange a mean, knowing glance. Neil always hates it when they agree.

“Anyways Neil,” Dan says pointedly. “We’re playing truth or dare, and you can’t get out of it.” Neil rolls his eyes and she flicks him in the face. “Whose turn was it?”

“Seth’s,” Matt tells her, and Seth succinctly tells him to fuck off.

They jump back into the rhythm of the game that they’d started while Neil was away, and he tries to focus on anything but the phantom panic in his stomach. The memory and the alcohol don’t want to coexist inside of him.

The group cycles past an uncooperative Seth and a sweet truth from Renee. Neil watches Andrew, a complex shadow on the opposite side of the room. He slips in among a group of people jostling around a table and Neil looks hastily down when a head turns and he narrowly avoids Kevin Day’s eye.

He recognizes the group now, Kevin and Andrew and Aaron, the infamous duo and the twin who didn’t make the cut. There’s someone else too, tall and dark and visibly enthusiastic.

“Neil,” Matt says abruptly. “You’ve gotta go try to pick him up.”

“Who?” Neil asks woozily. His focus is ice and Andrew and Kevin are salt.

“Minyard. Of fucking course. Don’t tell me you’re not in love with the way he plays at least, Neil.”

“No,” Neil replies, agitated, rubbing his own arm and feeling the weight of his scars beneath his sleeve.

“Uh, yes,” he says. “I dare you.”

“I choose truth,” Neil says petulantly, and Allison snorts.

“That’s new for you.”

“I’m not doing it,” Neil reiterates. He’s drunk enough that he would, though. He’s twitchy and unfiltered and he wants to know why Andrew did something for him without asking for anything in return.

“Then you lose,” Dan tells him. Neil glares at her. The club seems to get louder around them, an ocean reacting to a charged sky.

“Fine,” he says, and makes to get up with his glass limbs and his jelly focus. Somewhere in his sweaty palms he remembers to be terrified that Kevin might remember his face. Neil’s stopped putting in the effort to dye his hair since the butcher died. It’s grown out auburn, darker at the tips, curling around his neck. He still puts in brown contacts, scared of the ice in his own eyes.

Matt tugs him down. His expression is gleeful when he says, “wait, wait. We’ve got to give you your script.”

“Script,” Neil repeats, incredulous. Dan starts to reply but then Matt ropes her in close, whispering in her ear until something surprises a laugh out of her. She takes his phone and passes it along to Neil, grinning.

“We’ll be here, if he tries anything.”

“Fine,” he hears himself say again. He doesn’t know why he’s agreeing to this. He doesn’t know why he can’t disconnect the smoke on his tongue with Andrew’s face, soft but still in the light from his cigarette. He’s not used to wanting anything except adrenaline, but its possible Andrew’s just a version of the same thing.

He pushes through the crowd with the phone clenched in his hand, dizzying colours flashing over Andrew’s bowed head, his brother’s a shocking mirror across the table. Neil can hear his own breathing, curiously loud in the thunder and rain of music and voices.

He stops a couple of feet away from the four of them, eyeing Kevin’s tattoo and feeling very very foolish. He paces the last handful of steps closer and feels their eyes land on him like a coffin door closing. He looks down at the phone in his fist, trying to find meaning in the glaringly bright screen.

“Do you play Exy,” Neil starts, watching despairingly as Andrew’s interest fizzles out. “Because you’re a keeper.” He turns to go immediately, suddenly uninterested in a response, throat burning with humiliation. He should’ve read the note first. He shouldn’t have engaged. He shouldn’t have made friends with a bunch of malicious former Foxes. He can hear someone laughing in Andrew’s group, something about boys being too scared to even wait around for rejection.

“You,” he hears. Neil stops short. He breathes through his nose and rolls his shoulders.

“Don’t worry,” he says over his shoulder. “It was a dare. I didn’t come looking for a ‘you’re welcome’.”

“I wasn’t offering one,” Andrew says. Then, “come here.”

Neil glances back at his assembled friends without really seeing them, like feeling for the shape of your phone in your pocket. He weighs his options as best he can through the gauze of alcohol and exhaustion, and returns unsteadily to the group clustered around Andrew. He knows it doesn’t make sense for them to be assembled around someone as explosive as Andrew, but he seems to manufacture his own gravity.

Andrew regards him for a long moment. He’s pristine on the outside, like a stainless steel fridge with all manner of rot and vitality inside.

“I know who you are,” he tells Neil calmly. The tall boy titters nervously. The fine hairs on Neil’s neck stand straight up.

“You too,” Neil says as clearly as he can. It still comes out dirty. He can’t keep his past out of his voice tonight.

“Lots of people know who I am,” Andrew says, uninterested, and Neil gets a knick of pure anger. He wants Andrew to care.

“I’m sure,” Neil says. “I’d reckon that not quite as many know about the murder of your mother. Or about the real reason for your armbands.” He’s blowing smoke on that last one, but he enjoys the way Andrew’s face leaps, for a minute, barely able to strangle his own feelings before they get loose.

“Nathaniel,” Andrew tries, vindictive and crystal clear. Kevin’s gaze snaps in his direction, and Neil ducks his head, turns, trying to be lost again like he always is.

Andrew catches his arm in a shockingly strong grip, and Neil wrenches it around. He gets an inch of surprise, but Andrew outmatches him for strength and clearheadedness. He finds himself pinned to the bar, the room swimming but Andrew fixed.

“Pretty convenient that Tilda’s side of the car went non-functional and yours was untouched. Were you even trying to cover it up?” Neil hisses.

“Who are you,” Andrew says, jostling him hard so that his shoulder digs painfully into the lip of the bar.

“I thought you knew?” Neil mocks. He’s running on fumes, using every un-loaded gun in his arsenal until he finds a bullet. He half hopes that Andrew will knock him out before he finds one.

“I’ve seen your face. The runaway killer. You were on the news for patricide,” he says the last word like he’s tasting it and daintily spitting it out again.

He doesn’t bother denying it, Andrew’s eyes are too clever, even in the slur of the club. They’re all murderers here, anyway. “Two years ago,” he says instead. “A grainy photo on the Maryland news two years ago.”

“I do not forget faces.”

They stare at each other, Neil breathing hard, Andrew’s hands flexed tight in Neil’s shirt. He spots the club’s security shoving their way towards them over Andrew’s shoulder, looking grim and important.

“Let go,” Neil says, and Andrew does, instantly. He gives himself a moment to be impressed and then he’s being hauled up by a heavy hand on his bicep.

“You guys going to continue to destroy property?” He understands dimly that Andrew must have broken something on the bar with Neil’s body.

“Might,” Andrew says, and Neil’s mouth twitches. The hands get tighter, and he lets himself be manhandled towards the exit without digging his heels in too much.

“No way,” he hears, and when he looks up he sees Matt’s face on the outskirts of a distracted crowd of dancers, flushed drunk and obviously horrified. He spots Allison laughing into Renee’s shoulder just beyond him, the whole group navigating the line between amusement and horror. Renee gives him a thumbs up, and Neil follows her gaze to where Andrew is already looking at him.

They’re dragged the rest of the way out of the bar and deposited on the curb, and the whole affair is ridiculous: their utter silence and stiff compliance, security’s over-performing, the way the lingering smell of smoke calms Neil down so much that he sinks into the wall as soon as arms are gone from around his body.

His head lolls towards Andrew when he hears the twist and spark of a lighter a minute later. Andrew looks at him and then out into the street when he extends a second cigarette in Neil’s direction. Neil shakes his head, mostly to clear it.

“I just like the smell. Thanks, though,” he mumbles.

Andrew accepts this, tucks the cigarette back into the pack, and leans up against the wall beside Neil.

“Nathaniel,” Andrew starts, not cocked to hurt this time, but Neil still flinches.

“Neil. Not—“ God, he’s still drunk. “That’s not my name anymore.”

“Neil,” Andrew corrects smoothly, blowing smoke just right so that the wind carries it into Neil’s face. “You’re welcome.”

[soras-noodle-arms]

the Winners™ Chapter 1

so i asked you guys whether or not you’d want to read something like this and well i got inspired™ and i’m able to get on lmao so ye here’s chapter 1

i’ve actually got the first two chapters finished so there’s that

i’m gonna give you a list of chat names vs real names as well as some backstory for the characters at the end because i let my friend read it and she was constantly confused about the names

chat name - real name elder - mandy getseth - seth noravioli - norandina ritzy - brittany salt - saleni kartel - karel virus - viran meow - kat tartar - tarulli dolly - dallona error - erral macaronia - maronia onurmarco - marco rikatoni - rikando final - fina jontellini - jontein farfaven - aven

elder added getseth, noravioli, ritzy, salt, kartel, virus, meow, tartar, dolly, error, macaronia, onurmarco, rikatoni, final, jontellini, and farfaven to the chat the Winners™ 

elder: you guys all have the stupidest names omg elder: like seth what the hell does ur name even mean getseth: its our time marco elder: wait what getseth: are you ready elder: what onurmarco: >:3 getseth: >:3 elder: … elder: of course you would rikatoni: that is literally the best thing i’ve ever seen omg friendship goals macaronia: you literally named the five of us using pasta puns rikatoni: SHUT UP MARONIA YOU LOVE IT jontellini: i can’t look at tortellini the same way ever again i hate you farfaven: this is our legacy now jontein your brother named us after pasta you just need to accept it i did years ago rikatoni: wow rikatoni: WOW rikatoni: okay i see how it is rikatoni: betrayed by my best friend and my brother rikatoni: i don’t know which hurts worse farfaven: you’re so overdramatic rikando oh my god rikatoni: and to think i named you after my favorite pasta rikatoni: i don’t need this kind of bs in my life meow: can you dumbos take your pasta talk elsewhere meow: i’m getting hungry but i don’t want to eat this early noravioli: it’s called breakfast and it’s the most important meal of the day meow: i don’t want to eat *pasta this early meow: keep up norandina ritzy: kat don’t be mean… rikatoni: YEAH kat don’t be so MEAN rikatoni: what’d we ever do to you final: what is wrong with you people jontellini: i’m crushed babe final: not you jontein you’re totally normal jontellini: wow final: jk you’re amazing <3 jontellini: <3 rikatoni: ewww you two are so gross and mushy rikatoni: and don’t even lie fina you know you love us farfaven: yeah rikando she likes everyone but you rikatoni: WOW rikatoni: that’s it our friendship is canceled rikatoni: who is this aven you speak of rikatoni: i know no aven final: oh my god farfaven: >:3 onurmarco: heyyy he stole our face getseth: YOU THIEF kartel: sometimes i genuinely wonder about the mental capacity of you people kartel: this chat is a train wreck virus: only sometimes? kartel: you had not spoken a single word viran i was not talking to you shut the hell up virus: exactly kartel: what the hell is that supposed to mean tartar: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE IT’S 9:30 ON A SATURDAY tartar: NONE OF US HAVE SATURDAY CLASSES WHY ARE YOU ALL AWAKE final: oh hey sis tartar: leave me alone final: well dang ok salt: i wake up to this salt: viran salt: my dearest brother salt: what the hell is wrong with you kartel: tHANK you saleni that’s exactly what i was wondering salt: … salt: okay karel kartel: ? salt: i have so many questions kartel: ??? salt: but first is salt: there are so many words that sound like your name salt: of all of them, you picked cartel salt: why kartel: BECAUSE kartel: THAT’S WHY jontellini: mandy this was a horrible idea jontellini: there are way too many people in this chat elder: yeah ur right i have regrets elder: we need to do something onurmarco: already on it!!!!!!! macaronia: is he always this excitable

onurmarco added farfaven, rikatoni, jontellini, noravioli, and macaronia to the chat the pasta quintet

the Winners™

macaronia: i mean… macaronia: seven exclamation points?

onurmarco removed himself from the chat the pasta quintet

the Winners™

getseth: fight me maronia he’s just very exuberant macaronia: wow it’s the elusive protective seth macaronia: ??? macaronia: dude he just added me to a group chat with people i already have a group chat with getseth: shhhhh he’s trying

onurmarco added kartel, dolly, error, tartar, final, virus, and salt to the chat the twin cities squad

the Winners™

kartel: wow he’s really determined isn’t he getseth: karel have you met my best friend

onurmarco removed himself from the chat the twin cities squad

the Winners™

getseth: determined might as well be his middle name onurmarco: HELL YEAH IT IS getseth: ^^^ getseth: see

onurmarco added getseth, elder, ritzy, and meow to the chat travagastor chums

the Winners™

elder: wow onurmarco: X3 there now we’re split up by hometowns error: but smaktria and katrimas are two towns??? onurmarco: ohhhh hi erral bout time u showed up how are u onurmarco: and yeaaah ik but there were less of u from each of smaktria and katrimas than the rest of us and they’re like onurmarco: right next to each other onurmarco: plus they’ve got that cool anagram thing error: fair enough

the twin cities squad

final: oh man my boyfriend’s not in this chat tartar: oh dang i guess ur gonna have to talk to all of us single peasants then final: jealousy doesn’t become u tarulli dolly: i’m so confused what’s happening tartar: DALLONA UR HERE dolly: aaa yeah?? hi dolly: how are you? tartar: i’m good tartar: tired because SOME PEOPLE decided to wake me up at NINE-THIRTY THIS MORNING with an INCESSANTLY VIBRATING PHONE error: wow that started passive-aggressive and then just dove headfirst straight into aggressive tartar: shut up erral ur supposed to be the nice one error: no i’m just the quirky one error: there’s a difference kartel: yeah okay because none of us are quirky error: … error: hush kartel: anyway where’s the asshole and his sister why aren’t they saying anything virus: you rang? salt: i mean at least i’m only the asshole’s sister salt: and not the asshole salt: aaaand never mind he’s not insulted in the slightest salt: why am i surprised, this IS my brother we’re talking about tartar: viran karel literally everyone knows you’re best friends cut the “hating each other act” please virus: but we do hate each other kartel: tarulli this isn’t an act kartel: he’s an ass virus: he’s an insufferable brat tartar: wow they’re even talking over each other this is hilarious dolly: (they are best friends don’t let them fool you) kartel: wow okay dallona you’re just slandering us now dolly: (i even saw them fist bump the other day) kartel: WE DID NOT virus: slander final: riiiight tartar: you guys keep telling yourselves that tartar: we see the friendship u try so much to hide kartel: i will not stand for this virus: blasphemy i have no friends final: they’re even finishing each other’s sentences how cute tartar: uhhh viran the 16 other people in these group chats care to disagree with you there virus: i was not finishing his sentence i was starting my own kartel: we do not finish each other’s sentences fina oh my god dolly: wait hang on kartel: wait what kartel: DALLONA WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU dolly: they’re cuddling tartar: OH MY GOD DALLONA YOU’RE THE BEST kartel: DALLONA YOU ARE THE ACTUAL WORST dolly: 0:3

travagastor chums

onurmarco: hiiii getseth: ur a dork

elder changed the chat name to travaga-holes

meow: wow meow: pleasant elder: thanks i do try ritzy: i don’t get it onurmarco: shhhhhh it’s okayyyy continue being ur precious innocent self onurmarco: mandy ur horrible elder: thanks i try getseth: wow goals onurmarco: seeeeeth what does that mean getseth: wow i hang around you way too much i read that in your voice onurmarco: >:3 getseth: and mandy’s just so chill abt everything i’m envious onurmarco: uh seth have u met u getseth: quiet you elder: HEY KITTY KAT WHERE U BE meow: exhibit a on why i did not make that my chat name meow: and come on mandy i was the first person to speak after you changed the chat name elder: shhhhh i knew that meow: sHhhhHhH i kNew tHaT elder: … elder: did u just mock me meow: dId U jUsT MocK ME getseth: wow i can’t believe kat’s a meme meow: WOw i CaN’t BELieVe kAt’S a MemE getseth: did you just onurmarco: wow seth she just played u getseth: i can’t believe you’re taking her side getseth: i thought we were friends onurmarco: humor takes no sides sethaniel getseth: … getseth: did you actually just call me sethaniel getseth: i’m breaking up our friendship ritzy: marco humor does take sides ritzy: you’re either laughing with someone or at someone onurmarco: awwww brittany dw i was only joking ritzy: heehee i know so was i :3 onurmarco: :3 meow: :3 elder: wow it’s a rare appearance of a kat in her natural state meow: wow i’m leaving this chat onurmarco: NO DON’T I WORKED SO HARD getseth: i love how brittany just lurks on here silently judging us ritzy: i am not judging you guys ritzy: besides you seth ritzy: this judge in: you’re an asshole getseth: wow okay ritzy: oh wait now i get the chat name ritzy: mandy wtf elder: there it is ritzy: i’m breaking up with all of you

the pasta quintet

macaronia: should we just delete this and use our other one or nah jontellini: nah marco made it for us deleting it would be rude macaronia: tru norandina: yeah let’s leave it besides the other one is literally almost five years old jontellini: yeah you’re right farfaven: omg i’m looking over kat’s shoulder and the name mandy made for their chat is hilarious

farfaven changed the chat name to linicha-holes

rikatoni: oh my GOD

the twin cities squad

final: oh my god aven just changed the name of their chat and jontein and i are ROLLING

final changed the chat name to smakatrima-holes

tartar: please remind me to tell aven that i love him

so they all met about two years before this story starts because they all went to the same college.

jontein and fina started dating about a year after they met. they hit it off the first week she joined an art club and snarked it up as usual.

viran and karel hated each other at first, that much is true; however, after two separate incidents unknown by anyone else that involved mutual life-saving, they became more along the lines of vitriolic best buds (one of my favorite tropes from tv tropes tbh).

dallona’s entrance into the group was much different than the others. you’ll see some of her story later.

rikando and maronia have been best friends since before kindergarten; they were childhood neighbors. they met aven in first grade, and the three of them have been absolutely inseparable since then. maronia met norandina when she was on vacation one year, and she introduced norandina to everyone else the following year.

seth and marco met around fourth grade and were instantly joined at the hip, despite the fact that their personalities are almost total opposites.

kat is an... interesting case. you’ll find out more about her next chapter.

erral is in fact the quirky one.

aaand that’s about all you need to know for now, so until next chapter!

[groundramon]

for the ask the blogger thing... ☂ - favorite season? ✐ - fave types of movies? ♪ - music you like?✌ - favorite bands/ singers? ♒ - fave animes? ❦-.fave characters? ღ - mottos? I'm spamming u with those sorry

SHHH NO I LOVE BEING SPAMMED WITH QUESTIONS SO THANK YOU

Also thank you for including the questions with the emojis that makes this 10x easier for me lmao

anYWAYS

☂ - favorite season?Winter!!  Nice and cool AND you dont have school for two weeks lmao

✐ - fave types of movies?Generally animated; I enjoy animation and movie animation tends to be consistently pretty high-quality (even the fucking emoji movie looks pretty decent) not to mention live action movies always seem to have really bad sound mixing??  Meaning important things you NEED to hear like whispering are too quiet and explosions are too loud even when you dont change the tv volume.  But even then, saying I prefer animated movies isn’t exactly accurate because….I haven’t gone to the theater for a single animated movie this year.  The only ones so far that I would’ve considered were Lego Batman (which I have on dvd now but i havent watched) and Cars 3.  I’m hoping to see Coco in theaters but other than that….i can wait for it on dvd or just not watch it at all because I’d prefer to rewatch a movie I like.

I also dont like calling animated movies a genre, so if we’re going by genre, I’d say fantasy-adventure stories tend to be my favorites, but sci-fi can be fun as well.  I just want a good, heartfelt story that doesn’t take itself so seriously that you can’t have fun but also takes itself seriously enough that you really feel for the characters.

♪ - music you like?GOD I WISH I KNEW??  I’ll literally listen to everything from vocaloid to mainstream pop to techno music to video game OSTs and everything in-between and outside of that.  I’m generally more picky with rap music, techno/electronic music, and just anything that gets screechy or is too intense with its instrumentals, but….I can listen to hard metal music when im trying to fall asleep at night, so i mean.

✌ - favorite bands/ singers?Again, god I wish I knew.  I have a tendency to think “oh, this is alright, I’ll listen to a few of this artist’s songs” and then moving on and never thinking about them again.  One artist that I’ve come back to repeatedly is Sabrina Carpenter though, her music is nice and a few of her songs are some of my all-time faves, its probably not for people who cant stand mainstream pop tho.  Also shout out to Mystery Skulls for officially licensing Mystery Skulls animated instead of taking them down for copyright infringement lmao also their music is some of the techno music that i actually like

♒ - fave animes?I havent watched enough animes aaAAAA but I will always and forever love Digimon.  Like I dont think any anime will surpass the personal attachment I have to the Digimon series.  It’s just so silly and charming and for a long time it was the best thing I had ever seen and it’s honestly still just….really enjoyable.  (Honestly it gives me fossil fighters vibes, I think I like them both for the same reason tbh)  Digimon Adventure is definitely my favorite, Tamers is really good but I actually have a bit of a personal bias against Tamers because it scared me as a kid :’D its still a good season tho and i appreciate it a lot more now that im older.  And FRONTIER IS ACTUALLY GOOD, PEOPLE CAN FIGHT ME it’s got the same vibe as the first four seasons, even if the concept seems vastly different, and is really enjoyable if you arent blinded by your love for the digimon partners in the old series.  After that though its kinda….ehhh.  Data Squad and Fusion didnt have the same feel, although Fusion did it much better, but…its just not the same.  I really dislike Marcus so it makes Data Squad less enjoyable, plus i just…idk, it doesnt seem to have as much life as the first four seasons and is written and animated in a different way to me.  Fusion is kinda interesting in the second arc (ive only seen the first three arcs; the third arc/seventh season [idk which it is] hasnt been dubbed yet so…) but it takes itself too seriously because it removes its primary comic reliefs - and also the best characters - after the end of the first arc.  So we’re left with the Digimon as the only comic reliefs and….ehhh….theyre not as good.  Also I havent seen the Appmon anime and idk how good it is but im still salty that they stole the name of the project that ive had floating around in the back of my head for years so i havent done anything related to Appmon.  AND Digimon Tri is good but i still need to catch up on it ahaha cries (planning to get a trial at crunchyroll to watch the last two parts when the last part comes out)

But enough about Digimon.  Besides Digimon, I really did enjoy Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood; I do have some gripes with the series (namely the earlier episode and how much happens in the earlier episodes vs how much happens in the later episodes, so pacing problems basically) but it’s still really good and I LOVE AL.  There was an anime I watched with my dad several years back called Blue Dragon that I remembered enjoying a lot, but then disowning because it turns out in the original my favorite character was a perfect example of the anime pervert trope.  Dubs are fun lmao.  But I feel like I’d pick up more on the changes they made between the two versions now (the sub version being riddled with swears and innuendos, and the dub version being dubbed for kids) and probably wouldnt enjoy it as much anymore.  I also barely remember shit about it except a plot twist at the end that i spoiled for myself but still had no idea it was coming.  I was like 11 when i watched it, its been a long time.

❦-.fave characters?Well I already mentioned loving Al, but I also love Pidge from VLD, Amanda from Dream Daddy, Baymax and Hiro from BH6, and Napstablook from Undertale.  Also like all of the main characters in Fossil Fighters Champions but shhh.

I really want to add Hunk to this list but honestly as the seasons in VLD go on it becomes more and more apparent to me that he’s just a running fat joke; Lance looks like he could be building up to something, but I haven’t got a clue where Hunk could go besides more of the same.  So :’) my boy deserves better, he can join the group again when Dreamworks gets its shit together.  Sorry Hunk, I still love you and I’d treat you better if you were mine (//looks at my characters all burning in hell and sweats// well maybe not better but…)

ღ - mottos?Uhhh idk?  Does this mean like, mottos I follow, catchphrases I use a lot, or inspirational quotes?  Idk I’ll give all three

I try to live my life by the policy of “do to others as you would have them do to you.”  That’s like my number 1 rule about doing anything.  I dont understand how people can be intentionally dicks to other people or so something that they would hate happening to them; what, dont you realize that other people have the same feelings as you?  I know I’ve hurt other people but still, it’s always been in instances where the pros outweighed the cons if I put themselves in their shoes.

As for catchphrases I use a lot, probably “mood” or “god same” because this site has completely broken my sense of anything

As for inspirational quotes, well here are some copy-pasted directly from my dA page:

“No man deserves to be trapped in jelly.” - Rupert from Fossil Fighters Champions“what motivates Scart? That’s right: the nut” - Tumblr user claratyler“I am slowly going crazy” - Dr. Jean, songwriter of children’s music and my lord and savior“I’m still mad at Seth McFarlane btw but im more concerned with my tree cookies” - me“I was out of the third bean” - Yolei’s mom from Digimon Adventure 02

[electricdazemag]

Honcho Poncho: Interview

Words and Photos by Tasha Bielaga

Honcho Poncho is a band. This band. The band that did an interview with Electric Daze. Which is a magazine. This magazine. Comprised of vocalist and guitarist Sam Gelband, bassist Jonah Simone, guitarist Owen Proto, and drummer Charlie Meyer, Honcho Poncho is a band full of good boys. After a long hard day of duplicating tapes, we sat down for some porch hangs and deep talks about the DIY scene, how the tapes came to be, and what’s in store for the band. They’re called Honcho Poncho, in case you forgot. 

Electric Daze: Let’s start with the tape! How did the idea to do that come up?

Charlie: It was Owen’s idea originally, he had the equipment and had the idea but it was have a joke.

Sam: We thought that Owen and Jonah were completely on board with the idea. So Charlie and I went and met with Mike, the owner of Sonic Boom, and told him that we were going to record straight to tape and then duplicate them there. Then we came home like “Hey Mike is cool with this” and we had to actually get stuff together.

Owen: And then we half assed tested the equipment and realized the equipment was broken as shit and we ended up working on it until the afternoon of the show.

ED: The second half of the tape is all new songs. Is there plans to actually release that music soon?

Charlie: Yeah! Half of us live together right now, and all of us are moving in together in September. We’re excited to turn the entire house into a recording studio, which is something that Owen and Jonah have been wanting to do that for a while. Once that happens, we can finally start chipping away at a new album, but we have no idea when it will be done or what will be on it.

ED: With the songs you played on the tape, are those going to be on the new record?

Sam: That’s a good question. Those are the first five that we have, and that doesn’t necessarily mean that those are THE songs for the record. I think that makes the tape really special because it’s a draft of the album. We don’t know if that is what the record is really going to be, but this is where we’re going with our sound.

Charlie: Side A is all from “Late Night”, Side B is new things. We wanted to document where we’re at now, what the band sounds like now, and we’re we are going. We also wanted to show how we play the songs off of first album different, like we cut out choruses, play harder, one’s in a different key. We immediately decided that we wanted to do something different live than what we had originally recorded. “Late Night” was the outcome of two years of writing and recording. One thing that makes the tape really special, with Side A old songs, Side B new songs, is that it feels like we’re putting a stake in the ground at a turning point. This is what we’ve been doing for a past while, and this is what is to come.

ED: Is this the first live album you’ve done?

Owen: Yeah! We’ve been talking for a while about doing a live album, and this was a way to incorporate our gimmicks with the tape.

Sam: I had talked in line with some people.

Sam: It’s one thing to get a live record of a band that you didn’t go see perform and imagine yourself there, and what we did was give them something that they could remember. They get to experience the exact show that they attended.

Charlie: The craziest thing about the tape is that in today’s standard, it had to all be mixed before we played. Once it’s played and recorded, it all just is what it is. That was one of the more stressful things, we haven’t even listened to it, we don’t know what it sounds like yet and people already have it.

Owen: It sounds like we turned all the knobs up and started playing.

ED: During the live recording, you had cue cards for the audience. Whose idea was that and how it came about?

Sam: I was just thinking that there had to be a way to make the audience feel like they were at a different kind of show than you we’re at a show and then BOOM! You have a record. There had to be more to the performance. I thought “Fuck, it would be so cool for the audience to hear themselves on the record” and then they would have a reason to stick around for it. The original idea that I had was that we wuld record in secret and then pop it on people and be like “surpise! It’s on tape”. But, Henry and Joe did an awesome job on the cue cards.

Charlie: I think the cue cards really changed the whole vibe of the audience. Instead of it feeling very tense, it was nice to lighten up the mood and the cue cards brought the feeling that we try to emulate at our show which is “We’re all having a good time, the audience and band”. That connection of humor and friendliness is important to us.

Owen: *Buuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrpp*

ED: How do you guys feel about the entire experience?

Jonah: Because it was different from a typical show, it felt good to have so many friends and fans come out, to engage them, and then have something to give them.

Owen: One of the best things about playing in this band is special. There was some people who showed up at our last gig who came out to this show. It’s so awesome to see new people coming out.

Charlie: It’s such a fucking great think to just connect with people.

Sam: That was definitely my favorite part of the night. Being the guy getting to keep people entertained in line and having an allotted time to talk to everyone who wanted to talk, and it felt fucking good. People had a reason to hang out and talk. This was the show of the summer for our fan base. It was just us and our friends, and it was a party. It’s so cool to have a room full of faces that I can name.

Owen: Best way to describe it was that a lot of people came out to watch us try really hard to do something really dumb.

ED: How did the idea to make a mini documentary/film about this process?

Sam: We have so many talented friends and we wanted to get them involved and work with them in any capacity.

Charlie: Seth Halleran & Ruby Paiva are people we know, and they recruited Brian Sloss to do sound. It’s so fun working with them.

Jonah: We also really wanted to market the hell out of ourselves. When you’re a smaller band, no one is going to market you unless you market yourself. Building content while we’re still small, allows people who like us in the future to have something to look back in.

Sam: We reached out to lots of press to try and cover the show, and I thought if we did this documentary and did all the work, we could just send them the finished video and say “Here’s your story.”

Charlie: Another thing was that if we’re putting all this work into the tape making, we should promote it as much as we can. Don’t just finish your music and put it out, you have to play shows, connect, and convince people to like you and your music.

Sam: So many people don’t do things like this because they say “Oh well I’m not ready yet”, but that’s the point! You’re not supposed to be ready. That way, when you are ready, you have something to look back on and see the growth.

ED: How do you feel the DIY scene has sculpted you, in the sense of playing house shows vs. bigger shows?

Jonah: It is important to enjoy the hell out of our DIY scene, because once you are beyond that point, you miss it.

Charlie: I love house shows. When I was younger, house shows were how I got the bug of being in a band. Like yes it’s about playing music, but a lot of it is about being in that community.

Sam: House shows are so amazing, it’s where the good people are, it’s where the people who care about music are. That’s always been my experience, like we play a show at the Tractor, and it’s amazing, I love it there, but the people are there to have a night out on the time. I think the people who come to a lot of our other shows, first saw us at a house show. House show people are so thirsty for music.

Charlie: True. I think it’s important for us to do both kinds of shows, it’s so special. The U District is the best for house shows, and house shows are my favorite shows to go to as an audience member. I think that DIY shows are so important as growing as an artist too. I learn to play better and interact with the crowd in that environment.

Jonah: I would like to shout out the festivals that Kevin Sur puts on (Timbrrr and Doe Bay), he does an amazing job of putting together larger festivals and making them feel smaller. I think that people are getting tired of large shows and they begin to crave these more intimate shows.

ED: Silly question. You guys are some of the funniest people, what’s your best joke?

Jonah: Why did the can crusher quit his job? Because it was “soda-pressing”

Sam: Knock Knock? Who’s there? 9/11. 9/11 who? You said you’d never forget

Connect with Honcho Poncho on Facebook here and on Instagram at @honchoponchomusic. 

Listen to Honcho Poncho on Spotify here.

This is the sixth installment of features on Washington based bands. Check back here to read the rest!