#syntax is a terrible flirt

[beauleifu]

MAKE SYNTAX THE FLIRTY MF WHO USES STUPID PIKC UO LINES THAT JUST END UO MAKING THE READER LAUGH— amd then he’s jsut mesmerized by the fact that he made them laugh that he actually ends up flustering them by just being a love struck idiot

I’m a sucker for that kind of troupe it’s so cute

-🦈

BRO YES

I LOVE THIS IDEA OML

Roughly 2.7k oneshot, EAT UP MATES, little sharky anon yes i will remember that emoji lmao

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SYNTAX X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: This damn spider. You let him in your house. He finds your weakness. You let him torture you and funny, it's with anything but pain. He's not going to let you live this down, not for a long time. Lo and behold, it's bittersweet chaos and you won't be the same for awhile.

TW: Syntax hauls your ass up lover's lane (just some flirtatious banter), oh and there's language

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Today should've been any normal day.

Should being the operative word here, because any day with a spider demon is never really 'normal'.

You're currently scrapbooking, attempting to plan out your month before the stress of future events gets to you. The idea is a foreign concept; ever since one of your friends mentioned how useful their monthly planner has been to them, you'd decided to try it out. So far, you've gotten properly distracted with doodles and not much with progress.

The soft glow outside is a warm reminder of the sun sinking slowly beyond the city buildings scattered on the west side of Megapolis, casting a pretty sheen across your desk and journal.

You look up for the third time, and by now you're hardly surprised at the scene before you.

Syntax is looking at you strangely, and frankly, it's a little auspicious.

No, like seriously weird. It's not his off-the-rocker normal attitude, no, he's on a different level today. This includes awkward side glances, excited 'lil grins, and hands that won't stop moving. They're in his hair, tapping away on the counter, or entering pointless codes into his tech-watch. A few times you'd even caught him blushing.

You know something is up, yes. Detective little you.

Currently, he's in the kitchen, stashing away the latest groceries you'd went shopping for. Perhaps throwing together a devious plan that confirms your suspicions regarding his behavior.

He says your name.

You look up, expression a perfect picture of one who'd been caught doing something naughty.

Like assuming their partner is up to something along the same lines.

"Y-Yeah? What's up?" You ask, masking the nerves by redirecting your attention to the scrapbook journal. The spider demon shuts the fridge, walking around the kitchen to stand a little ways from you.

"Would you like to make a dinner reservation for tonight?" Syntax hums, eyeing you curiously.

The way he speaks has your fingers curling tighter around the pen in your hand.

Dinner?

Sure, the notion is innocent enough, but you're playing detective right now, aren't you?

So why?

Frowning, you collect the torn shreds of a sheet of paper that you hadn't even realized you'd mutilated and toss them in the little trashcan partnering your leg. "Um. What's the occasion?"

"Occasion? Love, I simply want to enjoy a meal with you in a more professional atmosphere," Syntax offers, tilting his head.

You squint at him. "Uh-huh. What's wrong with take-out?"

Hints of your suspicion finally seep through the cracks. Syntax cocks a brow, matching your slight frown as he steps closer. His movements are small, but have a deep and prologue effect on your nerves as he plants one hand on the desk and stuffs the other in his pocket. It's those simple gestures that get you thinking he's trying to convey something to you. Fighting control over your heart, you look up and lock eyes with the spider demon.

"Take-out? Really, darling," Syntax says, sighing. Warm breath fans your face and suddenly, your cheeks grow hot. "A little bit more of that and you'll have to visit a dietitian for a healthier diet recommendation. What I want is a little variety."

Ah, well, do you feel stupid now. The walls are laughing at the way you'd jumped to a miserable conclusion and won't give the kick your thoughts need to function.

Detective? Nah.

Sherlock is rolling in his grave at your antics.

Tugging at the strings of embarrassment tying in knots around your heart, you clear your throat. "Uh. Yeah, okay. Sounds good."

Syntax blinks. "Really. That fast?"

"You'd just be an asshole if I refused," you deadpan.

The spider demon chuckles, leaning back. "Well, consider me relieved. And, ah . . . should I hope to see a bit more of this submissive behavior further on?" He ads mischievously.

You stare.

SUSPICIOUS.

"No!" You cry, swatting his shoulder and standing up so fast you almost knock the journal from the desk. "Where did that come from??"

"Why? Does it get you riled up?"

"Fuck you, that's why!"

Syntax is grinning like an idiot as you drag him outside. No. He has not won this. You'll fight till you die.

Detective (Y/N) is coming for revenge, yessir.

***

"Noooo, please stop talking!" You gasp, thumping your forehead on the table separating you and your lover. "This isn't fair. You can be an asshole but you can't be a bully!"

Syntax chuckles in disbelief. "I'm not a bully! I was simply giving sage advice on your conversational tactics."

Oh, he'd better be joking.

"Telling me I act like a child trying to socialize with millennials isn't my idea of sage advice!"

A hand finds your arm and gently brushes the sleeve back. Fingers dance along your bare skin, and you fight a shiver crawling up your spine as Syntax hums. "Well, if not that, then you've got a dastardly reputation for gossip going haywire. Replying to news about the loss of a family pet with, 'oh, yeah, that's nice,' doesn't exactly qualify as good conversation material."

Your defense flares up like a trapped animal, but you manage a sarcastic laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "It's not my fault. Sometimes I don't understand but I hate having to ask people to repeat themselves! I would've said something better had I known."

Syntax props his chin on folded hands, amused. "Like what?"

"I dunno, 'I'm sorry for your loss' . . . 'you wanna new pet because you should totally take advantage of the way I use my money right now'," you joke.

Your partner notices the eye roll and snorts; "Mind you, I am not the reason you've been spending money unwisely."

"Are too. I'm a sucker for spoiling assholes."

He smirks at that, seemingly content to just study your features. His eyes follow your jawline, down to the shirt you'd decided to wear today, full of soft curiosity. As though going through all the possible interactions he could have, all the ones he'd want to have. And then, he picks one.

"Well… I think it's adorable."

You glance up, having been staring at the table for a full minute. Syntax smiles lazily as you frown. "Uh-huh. Liar."

Adorable your ass.

The spider demon's expression is alight with excitement. This is what's been nagging at him all day. This is the result of his hair-pulling, blushing mess of a self back home.

"Love, I promise honesty is my best virtue . . . for the time being," he ads, catching your expression. Then, he clears his throat and tries again, his anxiety revealed only by the way he hides his hands. Everything else is soft smiles and smug eyes. "I would never lie to you. It would put a frown to your lovely features, and I'm afraid I can't allow that."

You quirk an eyebrow, heart skipping a beat. Just to spite him, you frown deeply. "Like you're doing a good job of that."

"Hmm. Then tell me, what's your love language?"

"W-What?"

You lean back in your seat, looking around wildly in case anyone heard your idiot. Truth be told, the restaurant he'd taken you to is so full of customers you can hardly hear the family at the table behind yours. So Syntax is playing it smart. His little scheme must not be heard by anyone's ears but yours, and where better to host it than at the busiest restaurant in the city?

Slowly, you feel your cheeks heat up. Fuck him. Royally fuck him.

"I-I don't have a love language," you stutter, looking away and fighting a smile.

Syntax's grin is shark-toothed. "Well, if you're curious to find out your love language, we can have a conversation about it some time."

Ah.

You promptly die.

"Noho, stop! This is so much worse than your assholeriness!"

Your flustered cry certainly brought about some attention to your predicament, given the few waiters and waitresses who glance your way. But they pass by without comment, leaving you to the mercy of your idiot, who's actively confirming what you'd suspected earlier in the day.

"I see," Syntax says thoughtfully, eyes narrowed as he considers which path to take He smirks; "Do you prefer pick-up lines, then?"

You bluster a laugh. "Wha- no. Don't you dare."

"Too late. I've been meaning to try a few that I dug up from the internet," Syntax continues, ignoring your whisper/yelled pleas, eyes flashing with excitement.

"Syntax-"

He looks you up and down. "I swear, someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes."

Oh lord.

You clap a hand over your mouth, trying to suppress the laugh clawing its way upwards. The blush, however, is something you can't hide.

"Bro-"

"You know, I'm surprised the restaurant hasn't asked you to leave yet," the scientist says, eyes sparkling. "You're so beautiful, you're making everyone else look bad."

You cover your face. "NO. That is SO CHEESY."

"Well, you hit the mark. Aren't pick-up lines supposed to be cheesy?"

"You can't do this!" You snort, face breaking into a smile.

He catches it, copies it with amplified intensity, and launches another attack. "I never knew what I wanted in a partner until I me you, love."

"Syntaaaax-"

"I was thinking, after we'd finished here, I'd take you to the movies, but they don't let you bring in your own snacks," Syntax says, voice laced with fondness and pride. His shark-toothed grin widens impeccably when you burst into a fit of laughter, hands covering your face as you burden the backrest of the chair with 75% of your weight. The spider demon's brilliant green eyes relish in all your beauty, and he's somewhat in awe at how easily he's rendered you helpless.

Honestly, his attempts to flirt with you are so cheesy that you can't help it. The groan that leaves your aching lungs after the laugh attack is paired with your arms as you lay your upper body across the table. He's not being fair, and you're obsessed with it.

Then, you make the mistake of meeting his eyes.

Syntax freezes.

"Ah- are you blushing?"

Your breath catches in your throat, and you're left looking as though you'd been caught stealing cookies. "Ah- fuck. No. No!"

"Oh my- you are!" Syntax says, astonished. Wide eyes look you up and down, and his victory only widens his smile. "This is - was I the cause of this?? I-I never thought I-"

You look around wildly; no one's caught wind of your shenanigans. "No! I was only laughing 'cause of how stupid your pick-up lines are," you bluster.

There is no way you'll recover from this anytime soon.

"Darling, if you were a taser, you'd be set to 'stun'," Syntax hums, eyes devouring the way you melt under his words.

"Nooo!"

You're breathless with laughter, eyes blurry with tears as you look up. Syntax's smile is warm and full of awe, as though he can't believe what's happening. "I'd like you see you like this more often, my love," he murmurs, taking your hand in his and tracing your skin with his thumb. Your heart stutters. "Your smile is a remarkable piece of work I wish I could download into my metaphorical database to look at it whenever I like."

Flustered, you're eyes widen. "I- uhm . . . w-won't it get dull, then?"

"I seriously doubt it."

You simply stare, trying to think of something to say to counter him.

But at that moment, footsteps pause by your table, and you're inclined to greet the passerby. Eyes slowly sliding up the stranger who'd stopped, you instantly recognize the trademark orange jacket, the red band in his black hair, and the cheery glint in their eyes. MK. The fucking Monkie Kid. Quickly, you draw your hand out from Syntax's grasp, praying to God MK didn't hear anything.

Your eyes find each other's, and suddenly, the dude you've known for months now breaks into the widest smile you've ever seen.

"No. WAY. Nice to see you here, (Y/N)!"

"Yeaaaah!" You say, standing up. One; you need to hide Syntax from MK's line of sight and two; your plates are clear and it's time to go. "You, too! What're you doing here?"

MK side steps to reveal Mei, the dragon girl who's equally chaotic, and your heart drops a few more inches.

"Oh, just trying out every single food in every restaurant."

Mei flashes a grin. "So far the sushi's best."

"Yeah, glad that was a mutual agreement," MK laughs, running a hand through his hair. Then, his eyes dart behind you, and you realize Syntax had stood up to confront his foes. Not yours, mind you. His.

The dragon girl's eyes slide up, too. "Oh. OH. (Y/N)! Spider demon at six o'clock," she whisper/yells.

"Wha-" You glance over your shoulder to find Syntax giving the fucking evil eye to both your friends. He probably considers the dinner date absolutely wrecked just because the two goofball's existences have been made known. The tension between the three of them is so apparent you can feel it crackling. "Oh. Oh, yeah, um, this is Syntax. You remember, right? I introduced you guys to each other."

Syntax turns his nose upwards. "To my utmost displeasure."

Mei sticks his tongue out at him while MK simply shrivels, taking a step behind the dragon girl. "R-Riiiight. Nice to meet you again, um, mister spider - eurgh - scientist."

While MK mentally hurls, Mei studies the two of you.

At the way Syntax's hand snakes around your waist. You're too late to swat him off, because Mei suddenly blinks, eyes filling with understanding and mischief. A smile spreads slowly across her face. "Wait, are we interrupting something?"

"Huh?" MK ponders, eyes wide.

Mei grabs his arm, shaking it lightly as she beams at him. "Dude, we just interrupted (Y/N)'s date."

A pause.

All four of you stare at each other in turn, until MK breaks it.

"IS THAT WHAT THIS IS-" He points at you, eyes practically stars as he bounces on the spot.

Your hands shoot up to shush him, panic sending a thrill through you. "No! This isn't what it looks like, we're just having dinner - wait that sounds even WORSE-"

By now you've attracted a fair amount of attention from onlookers. Your face flushes deeply and you briefly wish the ground would open up underneath you. But MK and Mei are smirking knowingly, shooting each other eyebrow wiggles that make you literally push them aside to walk past.

Someone catches your arm.

"(Y/N), I hardly think you're being fair to your friends," Syntax hums, eyes flashing with amusement as he tugs you back against him.

You let out a squeak of alarm. "wHA-"

"Are you afraid to admit you've been embarking on a romantic rendezvous with me?" The spider demon says, eyes flashing with an unspoken challenge. But they're warm, so incredibly warm and simply admiring your features.

Mei and MK let out a simultaneous, "OOoooooh!"

Fuck this.

You're taking this elsewhere or you'll stop it right in its dastardly tracks. Customers have been staring for the past two minutes. With an embarrassed huff, you tug at Syntax's sleeve.

"C'mon. Bye, MK, Mei. I'll . . . I'll see you guys later," you grit out, ducking out of view as you pass them.

Mei winks. "Have fun!"

"With a spider demon?" MK whispers; "Bet."

"You're on."

You roll your eyes, glaring at a spot on the floor as you practically drag your idiot out of the restaurant and into the open. Fresh air bathes your face, clearing your thoughts and the congested ocean of emotions they'd been suffocating in. For a moment you stand there, ignoring the people walking by, and simply breathing.

Dinner date gone wrong. Or did it? Sure, it was embarrassing, but it was fun and your heart swells.

Someone taps your shoulder. You know who it is before you turn.

"My hand is feeling a bit heavy," Syntax says softly, eyes locked on your face. He cracks a small smile that says everything. "Care to hold it for me?"

You blush. "You don't have to ask, y'know."

"Well, then." Fingers lace through yours, squeezing gently. Megapolis seems less cold with Syntax around. "I'll remember that."

"You'd better."

[chubbyheadquarters]

Hello! I love your fics and i heard your requests were open! I was wondering if you could write a fic with Red Son and Syntax (if 2 at once is too many feel free to pick just one of either of the 2) with a s/o who's love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. Thank you! Keep up the great work!

Aww, I'm so glad you enjoy my writing! (*´∇`)ﾉ And 2 is fine! Also sorry this is a bit late!

Genre: Romantic

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

TW/CW: None

Character(s): Red Son, Syntax

🔥RED SON🔥

Giving compliments and praise to you is a lot easier for him. Whether it be praising you for destroying your enemies, when you complete a goal, or simple words of adoration, telling you how much he adores you. It's quite precious. "No one's as lovely as my Darling!" "Too bad you don't have someone as precious as my Beloved, for they are obviously the best partner!" "Tremble before my Love's powerful might, for you will not survive!"

When you compliment HIM, he'll be so egotistical about it. He's soaking up every single word! And when you talk about how much you love and appreciate him being in your life-You've got him feeling so good about himself! He's not used to getting so much love from someone. Usually, he'll be turned away from you, trying to hide his face as it grows more red with each word of praise and love.

Physical touch, on the other hand- (´⌒｀;) He's definitely not used to it, so it'll take a bit for him to adjust, but he's touched starved so he'll quickly get used to your affections. It'll start out with hand holding, followed by head on shoulder and arm wrapped around the other. Then it's full on hugs and kisses on the cheek from the both of you. Most of the time, y'all are seen holding hands and never being too far from the other.

Behind closed doors, where it's just you two, basking in each other's presence, he'll hold you closely, whispering how much you mean to him, how good you are to him. You truly make him feel so many things, and he always wants to repay you for the love and kindness you always give him. He truly hopes that his words and affection show you that. "You make me want to be a better person."

📱SYNTAX📱

If anything, I feel like he's the opposite of Red Son. Physically, he's all on board. When you go to hug him, he'll wrap an arm around your waist. If you kiss his cheek, he'll tease you for another one. If he's ever working on something and you hug him from behind, he'll lean into your touch. If y'all are ever making an escape, he'll carry you bridal style. My dude literally has no shame in being physically affection with you.

When you go on to compliment him, he's absolutely thriving. Sharing how much you love and respect him makes him confident that he's doing excellent in this relationship! But when you look to him for words of affirmation, he's a bit stunned. With him, it sounds more like coworkers complimenting each other. "Good job." "You did well." "Good work today." Dude you're so cringe stooop-😭

I just think that for as tech savy and confident as he is in his inventions and plans, he's such a terribly flirt. Idk I might be the only one who thinks this- Spider Queen and the others step in to teach him, and he gets the hang of it to where it becomes MUCH more natural. "I love how intelligent you are Darling." "I can always count on you My Love.""My Dear, we understand each other so well. We truly are the perfect couple!"

It makes him feel good with how supportive you are of each other, and he feels like he's making it up to you with his excellent praise. Just don't bring up his old "compliments", cause he gets embarrassed and tries desperately to change the subject. By the end of it all, he'll have you in his arms, mocking his enemies and bragging about having you next to him and how amazing you are.

Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes! Hope y'all enjoy!

[modestmuses-a]

//ok so bc i’ve been having some fun writing text messages from my muses, here’s the full list of texting headcanons:

Akali: Terrible. Just absolute fucking dogshit at texting. If Mayym allowed her to have a phone in the dojo, it was a simple flip phone just so that she could be reached whenever she was out of her mother’s sight, and Akali got rid of it when she left so she couldn’t be tracked down. Now that she can text people proper, she sucks... Sporadic capitalization and punctuation, will drop a period in a middle of a sentence or ask 3 questions in a row with no question marks between them. Terrible at spelling, prone to autocorrect “fixing” her mistakes (like typing “garage” as “garbage” or “bitch” as “birch”). Types “you” as “u” pretty consistently, it’s the only consistent thing about her texts. Tries not to send too many texts in a row, tries to fit as much information as she can into one, much to the chagrin of anyone who has to read her nonsense.

Amumu: All emojis all the time. On the rare occasions he does break from emojis, types in all lower case, abbreviates quite a bit (”you” to “u”, etc.), makes simple spelling/grammar mistakes typical of... y’know... little kids... since he is one.

Brit: Lets autocorrect take care of capitalization for her. If autocorrect doesn’t get it, it’s not getting capitalized. Otherwise, types in pretty decent syntax. Will occasionally shorten words, but it depends on her mood, and she has been known to use “you” and “u” in the same sentence. Uses emojis fairly regularly, likes to send her friends (or people she’s trying to manipulate) the winking kissy face.

Cindy: Hates texting, the notorious one-word texter ‘cause she wants to get this conversation over with as soon as possible because she hates your guts. Gets mad at autocorrect for correcting “fuck” to “duck” and will scream about it in all caps. (”*DUCK. *DUCK!! *FFFFFFFUCK STUPID PHONE”)

Cyborg: Is unable to use a phone because her circuits mess with the signal. Anyone who wants to be Cyborg’s friend, have fun not having cell service for the duration of your time with her. But if she could use a phone, she would probably Type Like This Because It Looks Right To Her. Otherwise, proper syntax.

Ekko: Sends very short texts but may send many of them in a row. Capitalizes the beginning of sentences and “I” mostly because his phone sorts those out for him, but nothing else, not even his own name. Very rarely uses punctuation outside of exclamation and question marks. No emojis, but uses emoticons pretty regularly. Partial to the winking one when he’s planning something terrible ;) Abbreviates literally as much as he can while having the text still be legible. (”Can I ask u a q?” “Can I ask u smth?” “Do u have the hmwk 4 2mrrw?” “oic”)

Ivy: Nearly perfect syntax, save for too much punctuation and too many smiles/frowns on her emoticons. (“Nice!!!!!!!!” “Well, applesauce..... :((((” “Please???”)

Maggie: Writes in entirely lowercase for the ~aesthetic~. Prone to simple grammar mistakes, like mixing up their/there/they’re and writing “should of” instead of “should’ve,” so on and so forth. Like Brit, abbreviations are entirely mood-dependent, although she tends to shorten words more often than not. Only uses the heart and flower emojis, as she thinks the rest of them are ugly or useless. However, she will occasionally use 💋 when flirting via text.

[luddlestons]

you write such good smut??? like, very authentic feeling, the dialogue and everything is always real and believable but it never lessens the mood, it's very admirable. im actually really wanting to try my hand at writing my own, but i'm not sure how or where to start?

Thank you! That is such a huge compliment because I feel like smut is always hard to make non-awkward :D 

My most basic advice is that if you work on improving writing in general, smut writing will of course improve too--getting grammar/syntax straight and getting comfortable with your style will always make things feel more natural. Reading work (including fic!) by authors who have a style similar to what you want to achieve and studying the way they write character interactions helps as well (I’ve read my fav books a billion times and I know there are things I’ve absorbed from those and from fics I read over and over). 

Beyond that, I have a few more smut-specific pieces of advice that are going under the cut:

I tend to write smut as very character-focused, rather than very action-focused. To me, it’s more interesting to read how a character feels as opposed to just the sex act itself. A lot of that is going to be context-based, obviously two people who have never met each other and are just hooking up are going to have a very different experience from two people who have been in a relationship for years and are extremely comfortable with each other. This also seriously impacts my dialogue, because I have to think about whether characters know each other well enough to talk freely, or if they’ll hide behind flirting and bravado, or if they don’t talk very much at all, which is significant too. 

(But usually they talk a lot. Because that’s how I write.)

I write a lot of characters who’ll say anything that pops into their head, because I’m the same way and those are the kinds of characters I’m attracted to. That, among plenty of other things, can lead to little moments of awkwardness that are probably my favorite bits to write. The things that go wrong make the story way more interesting, especially when you consider how they laugh it off/recover from it. Someone falling off the bed is kind of funny and totally plausible, but their partner shrugging it off and just moving things to the floor because fuck it, that’s kind of hot anyway, is the part that keeps the mood going.

As far as where to start goes...I didn’t start writing smut with fanfic at all. For a long time, it was just my OCs, which meant I knew how to write them in-character and already kind of had a voice for them. And, like with anything I’ve ever done, my really old stuff is kind of terrible and I would never wanna share it, but I was just messing around and experimenting based on stuff I’d read. 

Finally, when it comes to smut I spend most of my time writing what’s entertaining to me. That way, it’s always fun! I mostly write what I’d want to read and then hope people have the same tastes as me. 

Okay, now that I’m done rambling, I actually do have smut I need to finish writing, so off to go... do that. Thanks again for asking, and I hope this was helpful!

[bluemoonchild]

Schkroomiiez Part I: Watching Self-Destruction in Motion

It was terrible weather, but the sun was peeping through, so I went to my old co-op where about 15 people were about to drop.  I flipped through my Mushroom Magick book with this pretty girl I liked, casually eating, and right away there was an uncomfortable feeling.  We all went outside for cigarettes and there was like hurricane weather and very bitter, and inside was freezing, and I knew this trip was going to be fucked.  I need the sun and summer and freckles on my face and knees!  So we all huddled up under blankets for a cold cuddle, and I began forgetting body parts under the blanket, like who belonged to whom.  Mike ("A pretty cool dude, apparently") entertained us with his brilliant syntax and we were all laughing our balls off, but this pretty girl Jo Jo was almost hurling snot and had a mountain of tissues, and then Mike hurled for real, and then I really needed to hurl, and there was no safe place and too many people, and then a bunch of parents came over because of graduation shenanigans.  So I'm quietly flipping out because I've never had a bad trip and I don't want to scare the new-timers, but everything just feels dead and sick and cold and sad, and I keep watching people do their own self-destruction like going outside for cigarettes while Jo Jo's probably coughing up snot because of it.  So I'm just flirting with this girl Sam, and looking at stars on the ceiling, and checking out my mad visuals which are making this awesome mirror wiggle and turn into an eyeball, but the whole time I'm riding on this uncomfortable feeling and wanting to escape but not knowing where to run and not really wanting to move at all because it's so cold.  I close my eyes and it's all kaleidoscopes, but there are teeth in the kaleidoscopes so I get scared and open them again.  I just want to be alone so I can freak out, but I'm force to keep up this facade of being cool and enjoying myself so I don't ruin anyone else's trip.  And people are running to different corners of the house and shivering and smoking and retching.  I have no phone, so I can't reach my boyfriend, and I contemplate running to his house 3 blocks away, but all of these lightning-powered, high-speed U.F.O.'s (oh I mean CARS) are zooming around everywhere and almost knocking into each other because of graduation, and I just feel trapped.  I'm getting visually overwhelmed and my eyes around blinkblinkblinking rapidly to keep up but it's all rainbows, but the rainbows are frightening.  Am I really having my first bad shroom trip?  I escape to the bathroom and this cute Asian girl walks out as I'm walking in, so we have that awkward bathroom encounter, but then she goes "mew mew mew!" and runs down the hallway like a cat (OHMYGODCUTE), so I'm in the bathroom laughing, and then I see myself in the mirror and get lost in the sequins and braids and feathers and my huge alien eyes, all black (I get such a crush on the mirror when I'm on shrooms  <3).  I go back and almost everyone's left the room, so I borrow a phone, make a call, and finally my knight in shining armor flies me away.  Everything is so hazardous and sick and as we zoom away driving I think about how anyone on the road could do something unexpected at any minute and destroy lives and bodies and things, and how stupid we are to zoom around in these huge, metal, killing-machines, but I'm almost home, I'm almost home.  And I know my boo will know how to take care of me.

[beauleifu]

oh no