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Hey if you ever have any spare time, I'd love more of the 1920's AU! (Also, the idea of Newt dolling Hermann up in flapper dresses Gives Me Life and Consumes My Every Waking Thought)
this reminds me i have a ficlet i wrote and posted over on my side twitter and never anywhere else with this concept!! so i hope you enjoy this here and also i apologize if youve already read it there LOL i edited the ending to make it sfw (20s au here)
Hermann’s become something of a regular at Newton’s speakeasy, at this point, he comes to see Newton so often; they don’t even bother asking him for the password at the front anymore. Tonight he’s brought a bouquet of flowers, because he knows Newton’ll love it and he’ll smile and fling his arms around Hermann’s neck and kiss him senseless, and though Hermann does get a few curious stares as he navigates his way to Newton’s dressing room—he’s fully dressed, overcoat and hat and slacks and suspenders and cane and all—the handful of other performers relax once they recognize him. Well—some relax. Others give him awed looks. (Geiszler’s sweetheart, Hermann hears whispered. Newt’s fella. He can’t help but puff with pride a little. Yes, he is Newton’s sweetheart, that’s exactly who he is.)
Newton answers his door on the second knock and flings his arms round Hermann with a kiss exactly as Hermann hoped, then tugs Hermann in by his tie and kicks the door back shut. “Hi,” Newton says, crowding Hermann up against it, already undoing Hermann’s collar. He’s in his regular thick eyeglasses and dressing robe, flung haphazardly over his full costume once more, and he’s got one false eyelash removed. “I missed you.”
They’d seen each other at the university just that morning, but they’ve lately begun keeping their distance from each other. Their infamous mutual animosity has fizzled out almost entirely (replaced with something far, far better) and it’s extraordinarily difficult to keep up the ruse for their colleagues, to say nothing of the sheer lightning bolts of want that shoot through Hermann whenever Newton so much as looks in his direction these days. (And, more dangerous than want, plain and simple affection for the man.)
Newton nips at his newly-revealed throat, and Hermann’s moans softly and tilts his head back. It’s good, it’s wonderful, but— “Careful, love,” Hermann says, reaching up and touching Newton’s shoulder, “careful.” Newton pulls away with a little sigh. It won’t do to have bruises where anyone can see them. (His collar, smeared red with Newton’s lipstick, is a hopeless case at this point, but Hermann lives alone and away from curious, prying eyes.)
“Sorry,” Newton says, and grins sheepishly. He takes a step back and smooths his hand down Hermann’s shirt, then exclaims with delight when he catches sight of the—now mildly squished—flowers. “Hermann, you’re adorable.”
Hermann flushes with pleasure. “The gentlemen outside called me your sweetheart,” he says, as Newton pokes over the flowers. He recalls how strangely everyone treated him. “What have you been telling them, Newton?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Newton says, vague and airy, and struts back over to his dressing table. The flowers Hermann brought him last time are still there in the little vase, wilted and shriveling, and Newton simply shoves the new bouquet alongside it. (Newton will save his favorites, Hermann knows, tuck them into his biology texts to be dried and pressed. He likes daisies the best.)
Newton starts pulling off the other eyelash.
“Newton,” Hermann says.
Newton grins at Hermann’s reflection above his shoulder in the mirror. “I may have started some rumors that I have a really sweet fella who dotes on me,” he says. “And, uh, who’ll use his cane to knock the lights out of anyone who gets too handsy with me.” He starts pulling out the hairpins that hold up his elaborate starry headpiece. Hermann comes up behind him and aids him, lip twitching up in amusement. He, truthfully, doesn’t mind Newton’s exaggerations, if they can even be called that; he certainly dotes on Newton (the flowers, jewelry, and even perfumes he’s bought Newton spread out over his dressing table can attest to that), and he does not doubt that he would knock the lights out of anyone in the name of Newton’s honor.
“Is that something that happens a lot?” Hermann says, settling his hand on the back of Newton’s neck as Newton pulls off the headpiece entirely. “People getting ‘handsy’ with you, I mean.”
Newton grins wider. “You sure do.” The details of their first rendezvous—Hermann getting an eyeful and a handful during the show, Newton leading him to his dressing room and the chaise, kissing him breathless—are not anything Hermann’s likely to forget anytime soon. Or ever. It’s not a tradition he wants to stop any time soon, either, not as long as Newton continues to find the time each show Hermann attends to drape himself across his lap and drag Hermann’s hands over scandalous patches of skin.
“And I intend to some more,” Hermann declares. He trails his fingers over Newton’s left shoulder, right over the single strap of Newton’s glimmering brasserie, and Newton hurriedly tugs out his earrings and reaches for a dampened cloth to take off his makeup. Hermann slowly works the strap down Newton’s shoulder. “Don’t worry yourself, darling, I don’t mind it.” Shirt stains aside, he likes how debauched he looks when Newton’s finished marking him with lipstick and the like.
“It feels weird after a bit on my end, though,” Newton says. He must see the curiosity that flickers across Hermann’s face at the admission, because he lights up a second later. “Hey! You wanna try it?”
“Er,” Hermann says.
Newton’s hopping to his feet and dragging Hermann down into his vanity chair in his place before Hermann can even think of a response, then hooking Hermann’s cane on the back of the chair and straddling his waist. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze between Hermann and the table, but Newton manages. “You have such pretty eyelashes and lips,” Newton says, brushing his fingertips over Hermann’s cheek. “Just let me—” He fumbles around behind himself, then produces a tin of mascara, an even smaller tin of glitter, some rouge, a stick of black eyeliner, and his tube of red lipstick. He shoves everything but the eyeliner into Hermann’s hand. “Hold these,” he orders. “Close your eyes, too, and stay still.”
The eyeliner tickles as Newton glides it over the curves of his eyelids, and Hermann twitches uncomfortably a few times until he gets used to the odd feeling. “Open, now,” Newton commands, and he helps Hermann blink through his little mascara brush. Newton applies the rouge, next, across the arches of Hermann’s cheekbones, his tongue sticking out between his teeth in concentration the whole while, and then he’s uncapping his tube of lipstick. “Open your mouth,” he says, and then he’s swiping the red over Hermann’s lower lip, his upper lip. “And—” He rubs some glitter just underneath Hermann’s eyebrows. When he’s satisfied, he tosses everything back to the table, and sits back and admires his handiwork. His wide grin returns, but it’s much softer this time. “Well, it’s not the best, but… Oh, wait, hold on, don’t look yet.”
Once Hermann’s shut his eyes again, feeling a bit like a dress-up doll, Newton slides off his lap, and Hermann hears the click of his heels (which he’s yet to kick off) as he hurries to his dressing rack. He’s back in an instant, shoving Hermann’s overcoat down round his waist and tossing something over his shoulders. “There!” he says.
Hermann stares at his reflection, feeling a bit foolish. The job Newton’s done on him is nowhere near as graceful as the one Newton’s done on himself for the show: the eyeliner’s a bit uneven, the lipstick makes the thinness of his lips more obvious, and the glittery feather boa round his neck looks ridiculous with his tie and suspenders. The longer Hermann considers himself, though, the longer he likes it all. His eyelashes do look pretty. His lips are thin, but they’re wide, and he could see why Newton likes them. But it does feel quite strange. Newton was not exaggerating.
Newton leans down to kiss at the back of his neck. “So handsome,” he coos, sliding his hands up and down Hermann’s biceps. “My big, handsome sweetheart.”
“Newton,” Hermann says, ducking his head and blushing horrendously.
Newton kisses his neck again and snaps one of his suspenders; Hermann shudders at the feeling. “C’mon,” Newton mutters in his ear, tugging at the same suspender.
Newton leads him to the chaise in the corner with more kisses, more gentle coaxing compliments, and then straddles his lap and loops his arms around Hermann’s neck. “Next time,” he says, “I’m gonna dress you up all the way, pal. I bet we could fit you into some of my nylons. Definitely one of my dresses.” He pats Hermann’s thigh. “You have such pretty legs. I bet you’d look great.”
“I wouldn’t mind that,” Hermann says, surprising himself, and Newton laughs in delight.
“Keen,” he says.
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(I wrote some statement fic. It’s been a heck of a while since I wrote anything for fandom.)
Statement of Ulla Ness, regarding, um... a peculiar transformation. Original statement given March 14th, 1999. Audio recording by Christopher Peake, in an… unprofessional capacity. Statement begins.
I still don’t see why I had to come to you. I know you have an email address, so wouldn’t it have been easier to just scan the form and send it to me? Hell, I would have taken a physical copy sent to me in the post. It would have been slower, but it would have meant I could have stayed at home. But no. I asked, and you just gave me a lot of waffle about how you have ‘strict acquisition policies’, alongside directions that had been copied from google maps. Which I know, because I checked.
It’s not that I’m lazy, you understand, far from it. I used to have what I regarded as quite the active social life. But recently that’s become impossible for me to maintain, for a number of reasons. Which are also the reasons that I’ve come to talk to you.
I used to be quite a religious person. Still am, I suppose. I’m not entirely sure. I was a member of the congregation of Saint Mary’s, a small anglican church in a small, anglican village up in Lincolnshire. Not everybody there was particularly devout, but it wasn’t one of those places where it especially mattered. It was more about the sense of community we had. Catching up with each other after communion on Thursdays, singing in the choir, arranging cake sales or coffee mornings as fundraisers for whatever bit of the building had fallen off now. I’ve been attending since I was little, and more or less grew up with the congregation.
I miss it quite badly, if I’m being honest. I’ve always been the sort to need other people, but I didn’t realise quite how much losing them would affect me. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone and all that, I suppose.
It started with another fundraiser, a jumble sale this time. I had volunteered to help manage the event, so I was in charge of sorting through the items that people had brought in for us to sell. Like I said, not everyone there was strictly devout, and didn’t always take care with what they decided to donate. Some people seemed to use it as more of an excuse to toss legitimate junk in our direction and call it a good deed.
This was definitely the case with Mister Ashley. He attended purely because his mother was too old to walk by herself, and I rather think that she insisted that he stay with her throughout the service. It was definitely at her behest that he took part in any communal activities. She would always announce that he would be happy to run stalls or make tea or some other menial duty, while he sat by her side, stony-faced, and saying nothing at all.
The only time I remember him giving any sort of reaction was when when his mother announced that her Jamie would be happy to donate some of his shop’s excess stock for the jumble sale. I remember, he turned to her with the strangest look on his face. At the time, I thought it was one of badly suppressed outrage. I assumed that she had simply gone a bit too far in volunteering his services; Mister Ashley was a second hand book seller, and owned the Jabberwock Bookshop just off from Memorial Square. It can’t have been all that easy to turn a profit. Thinking back on it now, though, and I wonder if his expression was something sharper than just anger. If it could have been alarmed, almost panicked. But I believe that is likely be nothing more than hindsight colouring my memories. If he had had some way of knowing, had been frightened of something like that which came to pass, then… well. I cannot honestly say I ever truly liked James Ashley, but neither can I believe that he would be as cruel or as cowardly as to not have said or done anything.
As it was, he brought the books to the side room the next day, where I was going through the donations and sorting the sellable items from those things too broken, torn, stained, or just plain unusable. I had just set aside yet another jigsaw- this one with almost two thirds of the pieces obviously missing- when he knocked on the outer door. In spite of the heavy rain, he wasn’t wearing a coat, hat, or boots. He didn’t say a word to me when I opened it, just shouldered his way in, dropped a heavy cardboard box on the floor by the unsorted donations, and walked out again. He did this three more times, leaving the door swinging behind him, letting in strong gusts of wind and rain, and reinscribing a damp trail of rainwater on the carpeted floor. Then he was gone as abruptly as he had arrived.
Ashley had taken better care to protect the books from the rain than himself. The cardboard was soaked through, but the books inside had been wrapped in several layers of plastic sheeting. They were stacked upright, and had been fitted in without any attempt to force too many into a single space. They were all, without exception, worn, faded, and almost completely without interest. Paperback romances long since out of print, old text books, children’s encyclopedias. It was rather a relief, if I’m honest. I could just reach into the boxes, grab a book, give it a flick through, and place it on the “for sale” pile.
I was about halfway through the last box when my fingers brushed something that did not feel at all like paper. It was dense and yielding, and ever so slightly damp. I recoiled, shock and disgust crawling their prickling way up my arm. My fingers looked clean, but the ghost feeling of something sticky still clung to them.
My first thought that it was some nasty practical joke. That Ashley, stung by his mother’s willingness to give away his stock, had put something disgusting in there by way of relieving his feelings. But that would have been ridiculous- he was a grown man, for goodness sakes, not a slighted child. It was more likely that the plastic keeping the books wrapped up had slipped, and allowed the rain to seep in through the sides. That was the more likely explanation.
It seemed as though I was right when I looked into the box properly, and saw nothing there but more books. But when I reached in again, all I felt was rough, dry paper. Confused, I went through the contents more slowly, looking where I placed my hand and at the books I chose.
I didn’t feel it again until the fifth book I picked up, that same almost-damp feeling. It was broad and set in landscape, almost like a sketchbook. It was dense with pages all jammed together- dense and heavy. It flopped bonelessly in my hand, and I needed to support it from underneath before I could read the title.
Hymnal, it read. The gold letters gleamed wetly on the slick cover.
It appeared to be full of sheet music. No titles or lyrics, just scratched staves and notes that meandered up and down the lines as though drunk. The smell that rose from the pages as I turned them was odd and unpleasant. I wondered if the leather binding them hadn’t been properly cured. Those areas of page that weren’t covered in music were full of sketches, but so dense and overlapping that I couldn’t tell what they were supposed to be. And, I realised with an unpleasant start, the cover beneath my hands was warm, as though I was touching a live thing.
Suddenly, I’d had enough. I was sitting here, working myself up over an old, graffitied book for no good reason. I shut the thing hurriedly, and it snapped closed with a heavy slithering of pages. I caught the soft part of my forefinger on one of them, and a tiny bead of scarlet began to well from the wound. The stinging was welcome- it gave me something to focus on, mundane annoyance drowning out the confusion that had been threatening to become fear.
I dropped the book onto the discard pile. I couldn’t sell something like that, that much was obvious. Then I picked it up again, and dashed through the rain to the rubbish bins outside. I tossed it in, and followed it up with as much of the discard pile as I could bag up in one go, burying the thing underneath threadbare scarves, broken plastic dolls, and half used art supplies.
I felt a little better when it was done, but not much. Whatever those hymns were praising, I don’t think it was Our Lord.
The cut on my finger didn’t heal like it should. It stopped bleeding without any trouble, but the edges became raised, reddened and sensitive to the touch. I dabbed at it with antiseptic and did my best to put it out of my mind. I succeeded at first. I had plenty to keep me busy, both at church and at my workplace, and for a day or two, I completely forgot about it.
At least until it opened up again.
I don’t remember what caused it, or if anything caused it at all. Just that I was reaching for something, and there was the feeling of… unpeeling, almost, the cold feeling of fresh air on wet skin. I checked to see if the cut was bleeding again.
Instead of a cut, I found myself looking at a tiny, fully formed mouth.
The raised, reddened edges I had thought were a sign of infection had become minute lips. They were slightly parted, and behind them I could see the tiniest slivers of white. And behind that, a dark space where something wet shifted.
I didn’t look at it for long. Already I was reaching for the first aid kit, hastily covering the cut- the mouth- with a plaster. I was already convincing myself that what I’d just seen was some kind of infection I was too squeamish to look at, and that since I couldn’t feel any pain, I should probably go to the doctors, in case it was nerve damage or something. The impression of having seen a mouth rather than a cut was an unpleasant trick my mind had played on me, and one I didn’t feel like closely examining. I told myself I had imagined it.
I hadn’t, though. I could taste the soft fabric patch on the plaster.
I really did mean to go to the doctors. Mouth or no mouth, whatever was happening to the cut on my finger worried me. I even got as far as making an appointment. But the next day I went into work, and there was an accident involving a slippery patch of floor and a very, very sharp knife that I was carrying at the time. I ended up with a nasty slice parallel with the underside of my ribcage.
This time, it was obvious how quickly it stopped bleeding, how it was practically dry before I even changed the gauze once. How the scabs began to flake before I even touched them, leaving nothing but those raised, reddening edges around the cut itself.
I didn’t go to that doctor’s appointment. I don’t think it would have helped me if I had.
It took longer for the second cut to open, but when it did, I could stand in front of the mirror to properly see the flat, white, human teeth, and the tongue that moved behind them.
It didn’t feel alien. That’s what surprised me most. I was scared, of course I was scared, I was growing new bits, opening up in places that I shouldn’t- but that was just it. It was my body doing this, not some… weird infection or surgery. Whatever was happening, it felt like an extension of myself.
I could move them, I found. Not as consciously as I could my original mouth, the one in its proper position on my face, but sort of like moving a limb after it’s fallen asleep. It took concentration, like I was working through partial numbness. Like I needed to focus to wake them up.
I didn’t spend very long doing that, though. I would realise with a start that what I was doing wasn’t normal, it wasn’t sane. I would pull my shirt back down or re-plaster my finger with a feeling almost like shame. I wasn’t as scared as I should have been, and that in itself was somehow a lot more frightening.
I’m not clumsy. I can’t be, considering the sharp tools I have to handle at work. But I started to accumulate injuries. Innocuous things at first. Paper cuts from the prayer books during mass, scrapes from the edges of the metal benches at work. And then other things. Pushing down a door-handle would lay my palm open as though I’d been struck with a metal ruler. The pressure of my jacket across my shoulders would tear the skin. I woke in bed one morning to discover that the folded sheets around me had left cuts going from my hip to my collar bone.
Every single one of them bled, reddened, and opened.
The mouths started to become restless as their number grew. They tried to chew on the clothes I wore to cover them, and if I didn’t focus, they would let out soft, but audible moans or sighs. I tried to quiet them. I even tried feeding them, though I only did that once. It seemed to help, but the mangled sensation of swallowing with a throat that seemed to be lodged under my right kidney was so disorienting I couldn’t bring myself to do it again.
I hadn’t stopped going out altogether. I left the house less, certainly, but as uncertain and uncomfortable as my changing existence was, I didn’t want to give up the company of other people altogether. I get lonely easily.
So, one Friday, when when there was so little skin left under my clothes and gloves that no new mouths could easily form, I patched my face and neck with gauze, and went to take my place in the choir again.
Nobody really seemed to notice anything different about me. I had all the right stories lined up for when I was asked about what had happened to my face, but almost nobody did. A few condolences, a few jokes, and that was it. People apparently preferred to gossip about the death of Mrs Ashley, and how her James had stopped coming to church now, and how they had known his heart wasn’t in it all along.
It felt awful. There I was, standing in the middle of them, skin to skin almost, with the most fragile disguise imaginable hiding a secret that would ruin their perception of the world for good- and they were too wrapped up in their own smug assurance of their own piety to notice. I offered up a brief prayer for patience, but like all my prayers lately, I don’t think I was offering it to the God whose praises we’d all gathered to sing.
And when we raised our voices together for All Things Bright And Beautiful, and I opened my mouth to join in, and then opened my mouth again, and opened my mouth again, and opened my mouth again- I wasn’t singing praises to that God either.
I didn’t realise that the others had stopped at first. It wasn’t until I glanced to one side, and saw Julie Wright staring at me with her powerless mouth open and unmoving, that I realised I was singing in harmony with myself.
I broke off, suddenly embarrassed and frightened by the way that they were all looking at me. There was something like awe in their expressions, but there was something else there too. Something that shuddered and recoiled. I desperately tried to remember the words I’d been singing, if I had gotten them right. I had the horrible sense that I might have subverted something holy.
Adam Bromley was the one to break the silence.
“Well now. You never told us you were getting private training!”
And just like that, the spell was broken. The unexpressed disgust sank back beneath their faces, and the others took up the idea almost with relief. A beautiful voice, they told me, what trick did they teach me to make it resonate like that? I forced a smile and said something non-committal and when we took up the tune again, I was careful to sing only the words that were on the page in front of me.
My own relief was short-lived. When I got home, I found the skin I had left was being pulled apart by the restless movements of the mouths. Blood stained the underside of my shirt, and I couldn’t stop the moans and hissings any more than I could have controlled a spasm or a muscular tic.
I didn’t sleep that night, and called in sick to work the next day. I lay on the bed, and stared up at the ceiling, trying very hard not to move.
It wasn’t any use. My skin had become so fragile that even getting up and walking to the kitchen caused it to split, the blood barely having time to dry before the wound began to twitch and whisper. All my fascination was gone now, as were all my attempts to ignore what was happening. All I did was lie on the bed, and let myself slowly drown in my own body. I lived like that for a week.
When next Friday evening came, my entire body burst into song.
I writhed and moaned and hummed without will, without choice, throwing out snatches of hymn before discarding them as not what I wanted, not right. And for the first time, the indistinct murmurs and whispers grew louder, began to form words. Prayers that had been chewed out of shape, pleas for more, more mouths, more brothers and sisters, to come out of hiding and join the great curdling of flesh.
This went on for the entire night.
That was when I decided that I needed to do something. I’d let… whatever this was go on for too long, long beyond the point of saving myself. But I wanted to tell someone first. So I dragged myself to my computer, and searched as best I could. It’s difficult to type with only a confusion of tongues.
And that’s where you came in. You aren’t special. You were just the closest place that didn’t either ignore my emails, or reply with not so gentle suggestions that I see a psychologist.
I don’t think I’ll be leaving my home again, once I get back. I doubt I’ll even bother uncovering, although there’s no-one there to see me. For all that I wanted to let someone know, I don’t want to be seen.
The cupboard below the stairs locks from the inside. I can push the key out from underneath the crack in the door.
Whatever is happening to me, I won’t allow it come to fruition.
Post-statement follow-up: There wasn’t anyone under the stairs when I went to check. The lock on cupboard door was broken, and so was the one on the back door. Either Ms Ness was, um… successful in her attempts to… halt her transformation, and a housebreaker with some seriously questionable motives took what was- what was left of her. Or she wasn’t. And her resolve either waned or the situation was, um. Taken out of her hands. Or. Whatever she had instead of hands.
I wasn’t… going to record this. It’s not my job, strictly speaking, but I was reading some of the old statements, and this one just… sort of caught my eye. And I’ve seen the Archivist and some of the others do recordings, and it just looked so… I wanted to try it out. I’ll be taking the tape with me, though. None of the others need to know about this.
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parkjin headcanons!!
ur honestly both in awe at how ur in a relationship with each other because neither of u give urselves enough credit !!!! u r both sweethearts and visual gods
hyunjin: “wow ur so cute i cant believe ur dating me” parker: “no!! thats me @ u” god: “p l e a s e ur both cute babies and u deserve each other”
i digress
this bb is friends with some clingy ass mofos !!! like daehwi !!! ur getting the hugs u deserve and u will get no complaints from him abt ur affections either because hes just sitting their with you like o//w//o
dont believe this boys dangerous stage presence he is a softie through and through he will get you flowers and chocolates and everything you could possibly imagine !!! angel baby sweetie pie ur pumpy umpy umpkin !!!
he would absolutely love dancing with you !! he loves ur passion and drive to perform and is always willing to practice with u even when hes tired :( bb boy !! hes much nicer than chan tho lol but hes still a pretty strict teacher so expect some dramatic improvement under him
(also whenever you pull off a move properly he gives u a sweet s m o o c h so it encourages you to do even better for more opportunities to kiss ur bf)
bc hes an idol !! yall cant go out publicly for dates all the time so a typical date is yall goofing off at home, watching movies and shows on netflix, a romantic dinner if yall have the energy but generally takeout, blasting music and dancing around, etc etc he just loves being with you
but when its been a while he will absolutely take you out on cute dates!! sometimes cute elaborate picnics, sometimes a spontaneous trip around the city at night, but always without a fail fun and exciting, especially with your boyfie by ur side :^)
also initially he is SO shy with you !! like remember how shy he was around jinyoung ??? during the survival show??? multiply that by a MILLION this boy was so shy he blushed the deepest shade of red just by h*lding ur h*nd !!! he gains more confidence as the relationship progresses but pls be easy on this bb boys heart
also (wiggles eyebrows) yall can have some spicy kisses !! some intense makeout sessions !! but nothing further lol he is a SHY BOY and also very much 18 he is awkward and is not abt that life rn lol
like ur gonna be shocked at the duality because at the beginning of the relationship hes like “c-can i h*ld ur h*nd? and ur like “how did u censor that out loud” but now hes like “makeout with me” and ur like bitch WHAT but also okay lol
this boy is a solid eight inches taller than you lol if you think he wont even lightly tease you about the height difference you are wrong !! ur just chillin and hes like “hey :) hows the weather down there” and ur like “i will END you” and he blows a kiss ur direction and ur like “okay maybe not ur kinda cute. but comment on my height again and u will receive no mercy”
DUDE he is at the perfect height where he can rest his chin on ur head!! and give u forehead kisses !!!! he just loves u so much man !!! sure kissing u on the lips is great and all but kissing ur forehead?? CUTE
also so many of his shirts and hoodies disappeared and he was like ?????????? what !!! and then he saw you just DROWNING in his hoodie because he too loves oversized stuff and hes like. im fine with this (he takes photos and sets them as his home and lockscreen when they arent promoting) (this boy is GOOD at not getting caught)
dude when the Boiis found out u two were dating they LOST IT !!! interrogated then welcomed !! hyunjin was exposed by them a lot lol they exposed ALL the juicy stories and u were like :^)
dont worry tho ya girl laramie exposed u in kind so then hyunjin was like :^)
truly a bonding experience for the both of you
yall are both visual gods so sometimes u both will just. try on even the most ridiculous outfits and have a fashion show in the living room of ur technically shared apartment
yall take photos on ur phones in a super exaggerated manner in order to mimic the paparazzi and photographers and shout encouragements like “YES KING GET THAT BREAD” and “OH YES WORK IT”
willing to nerd out with you at a l l times !!!
oh my god him sleeping over when he can when hes not promoting and u waking up to him spooning u and just. big cuddle hours: activated
soft kisses before jokingly going “u have morning breath” and just the resounding GROAN before he threatens to leave u cold in the bed and ur like no wait-
hes trying to be frugal with his money as he hasnt been an idol for that long but he definitely buys you gifts from time to time when hes reminded of u
“babe i got this red panda plushie for u” (insert parkers unintelligible shrieking here)
hes not the most jealous boyfriend actually !! he trusts you a lot and is okay with you being friends with whomever u please but sometimes he sees u fangiring over his seniors or smth and hes like >:( im a good performer too love me !!!! pls !! he just wants ur love smooch his cheeks and ull be good
also to get him flustered? peck his cheeks or (gasp) his NOSE he gets so flustered bc its so innocent but so intimate at the same time so he just gets so RED and stutters and ur just like :^) ah how the turn tables
this boy is a ROMANTIC through and through hes not old fashioned but he likes doing cheesy things like opening the door for you, giving you flowers, pulling out the chair for you, etc etc
he just wants to LOOOOOOOOOOVE you !!!!!
he doesnt go for too many pet names but babe and princess are what he leans towards !!
he practices his english on u and u practice ur korean on him (hint, ur better at korean than he is at english)
but he tries so hard and hes so cute !!! his english is so cute!! appreciate this baby pl s
him: “my hands are big so i can hold the world” u: “worm?” him: (holds ur cheeks) u: (choked) “w-worm?”
u guys r so cheesy but its so cute !! he just wants whats best for you
also you guys are no strangers to having deep and highly emotional talks because ur both very empathetic and vulnerable people
youve talked about ur insecurities and so has he!!! uve also both confronted the whole “ur not dating me because of my visuals/because im an idol right” and ur like “um?? no ur a sweetheart and a dedicated boii and performer and-” and then u go on a half hour long rant about all the things u love abt him and hes just like :’) i love you
whenever hes away for one reason or another, esp stuff like tours, he leaves a bunch of his clothes that smell like him so you wont feel as lonely !!! because the sad reality is is that on tours when hes not on stage hes practicing practicing practicing so keeping in touch is kinda hard
but he does his best !! he sends letters and text messages and voice messages and everything !! and when he can he facetimes you !!
we have ALL seen the boys instagram he will take a burst of 10000000 selfies on ur phone, plague u with the “ur icloud storage is almost full” messages, and it takes u 12239632485 years to delete them all (after making sure they are safely backed up into ur google photos)
yall are SO CUTE and take so many couple photos !!! yall are that iconic couple and u generally post these on ur super exclusive finsta but sometimes u sneak in a blurry pic of him on ur main or even a censored pic of him and ur like “do u ever just have the cutest sweetest (and hottest but hush) boyf in the world to flex on the broke bitches who hate u” and hyunjin is like BABE and ur like :^)
lowkey sometimes u get jealous of jinyoung bc this boii loves and respects him so much and ur like “What Does He Have That I Do Not” and hyunjin is like “a successful career as an idol” and ur like “define successful” and he GASPS
jokesjokes lol yall playfully argue with each other a lot but if any of u go too far its pretty obvious bc u get quieter and he just. emotionally withdraws and u can see it in his eyes and ur both like OH NO BABE i didnt mean to hurt you im sorry !! and ull have a quick convo with multiple apologies and then ur BACK TO BUSINESS
OMG DUDE HOW YALL MET WAS SO CUTE
so basically he was out with !! the boiis at this cute coffee shop that is never crowded so its safe for them to just relax without having seven masks on lol
and the u !! come in with laramie like :( dude school SUCKS and laramie like nods her head intently like yes indeed
and this boy is struck with LOVE like ur . so cute. and tiny. and cute. and ur venting so passionately about how the education system does Not Meet The Needs of students and hes like. her passion. i love it
and u havent noticed him but oh man the boiis have and they are RUTHLESS bc hes so shy but theyre like GIVE HER UR NUMBER COWARD
and after an overwhelming amount of encouragements and some mild bullying (and laramie going to the bathroom because this dumb bitch spilled a lil bit of tea on her shorts and shes LIVID) and this boy approaches u and ur now love stricken
bc hes so CUTE !!! and its clear hes a lil nervous bc hes blushing uwuwuwuwuwuwu but he said !! he really admires ur passion and he thinks ur really cute and hes sorry if this is creepy but could i get ur number and ur like yes. pls. i love you (jokesjokes u dont profess ur love immediately but DAMN were u close to)
u and hyunjin all blushie and excited and the boiis are LOSING it and laramie comes back like “hey fellas whatd i miss-”
anyways yall are THAT power couple who love each other and are super devoted!! and have an amazing time with each other and DAMN ppl say love is dead but clearly they havent met yall
@daffodwlw read this and weep tears of love, coward
#:^)#parkjin#yes im adding tags to keep track of whos who in case i add some... more ships to this account :^)
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Dear You
You said you liked me, you would constantly say it at the most random of times or that you missed me a girl you have never meant before and how could you possible miss me? but then you explained that you missed hearing my voice, it was relaxing to hear and being able to talk to someone tell them about your day and what bothered you and having that someone not reinsure you of anything but just be there to listen with no judgment. I felt so happy like an idiot for being able to hear that and for being that person for you to talk to but you were also that person for me. For 2 years we talked one year over the comment section of each others pictures on IG and here and there over the DMs of IG then in early 2016 we talked almost everyday over the DMs on IG and then in late February you gave me your number we talked from then on texting and calling. Somewhere around March you already said you wanted to meet but i told you how impossible that was giving the distance between us but in December last year you brought up buying my plane ticket i told you how bad id feel about that because i know it wouldnt be cheap, you didnt bring it up again after that till sometime of this year in February and i wanted to meet you so bad that i agreed to it. So we planed for March but as time got closer for me to go to where you are there was still no message about a plane ticket i grew worried and upset and you never answered my calls or texts. It was the day i was supposed to go down there and nothing nothing from you i cried to my mom for hours so upset, 23 day pass its april now and i get a DM from you over IG like you couldnt really text or call you had to DM over IG like wtf but we talked about it and i shouldve brought up my concerns and what bothered me but i didnt because i didn want to fight i didnt want to argue and like you said "its not like we're together so who am i to say whats you can and cant do" you said you liked me and that you wouldnt mind pursuing more but not with out some sort of proof that i was interested in just you and not multiple people, my proof was facing my biggest fear just for you but i guess that wasn’t proof enough and everything before or after wasn’t either. you then said "again were not together but i dont think youre that interested in me if youre openly giving everyone the same attention " but we talked some more and we had things figures out but i shouldve brought up the fact that you were doing the same giving the same open attention to many other girls, i on the other was not giving that attention like you said i was it was just some 19yr old that left comments on my pictures and my only responses back were ever " thank you, lol, okay or hahah" but yours on girls pictures were stupid kissy heart eye emojis and comments like "damn girl look at you, so beautiful, so pretty, hot" and the list goes on but i bit my tongue because like you said we weren't together and i didnt want to seem i dont know possessive, i know now i shouldve spoke up. but you called the next day asking if we could start where we left off of and i asked with us talking or me coming down there and you said with me coming down there and that same night you bought the plane ticket and everything, there really was no going back and i was so excited that i couldnt sleep at all. I thought finally im going to meet this guy whos been nothing but nice and sweet to me, who ive had nothing but great conversations with where i could just be 100% me. but throughout all of april you still continued with commenting things on other girls pictures again i didnt want to start a fight before i came down there and i had planed to say something well i was there but i didnt want to start something because well id have no wheres to go and lord knows i have anger issues. We spend 4 days together i became sure that yeah i really like this person and maybe even love a little. but when i came home everything fell apart. 2 days go bye and i dont hear from you not even a single text but yet you're on social media multiple times throughout the day and commenting dumb shit AGAIN on girls pictures. we talk on saturday and i bring it up finally and you ask why it was an issue with the 19 yr old commenting what he did on my pictures and you said well its obvious and i said no tell me and you asked why and i said tell me why it was an issue and you said well because I LIKE YOU. so i said if you like me so much why are you commenting dumb shit on girls pictures over IG and you asked "who like you really dont know and i dont remember usernames and your excuse was "well the reason i was asking who is because its probably a client"and i asked "really come on now" and you continue with "well its my job their my client its my job to make them feel pretty or beautiful"like yeah thats youre job when their in you chair not for you to do over social media and like really is it normal for you to comment on your clients half naked pictures?? come on now get real. we end the conversation that night with you saying that wed talk about it more but we never did. sunday goes bye and monday comes around i didnt hear from you but sometime during the day you unfollow me and i get confused more than ever. here you are or were telling me you like me and everything fly me down there to meet you spend that time together and for what what reason, what was the point! days go by i dont hear from you Thursday I tell you we need to talk something serious and you tried to make me feel stupid for it but you never called and you ignored my call we dont talk till Friday when i see you liking a whole bunch of these girls pictures on IG and i mean pictures from early 2016 and late 2015 like duuuude really and then i see theres a recent post from her and just so happened that in the video shes spinning around in a chair and i notice the background, its your room and then you walked in. I call you that night pissed off and you start off with a "hey!" like every things fine and dandy and continue to say "yeah sorry i havent talked to you in a while theres been a lot going on with work i ve been really busy and i could even lose my job" and i was like "oh so busy that yet you had time to be home during the day with a girl in your room" and again you go "well who" like as if you dont know just how many girls have you had over in your room since damn man. so i tell you the usuername because well this time i remembered it and you go "well let me look that up right now" like ohhhhhh COME ON! you know exactly who stop playing dumb and then you say "well we have mutual friends in common" i told you ones that havent ment her in person dont count and so you say "well my parents were home nothing happened" i told you i was there and your parents were home and shit happened so dont give me that and then its :well if it bothers you so much ill stop talking to her" i told you im not the kind of person who tells you who you can and can not talk to but it should be common sense of what your doing is going to bother me or piss me off because here you are or were telling me you like me and everything had me come down there and you sleep with me and all that and yet here you are doing this like really?!?! you say we'll talk about it but again we dont and im just left with more questions and im more upset and you clearly knew that you just didnt and dont care. Sunday i call and call and call because we have something to discuss we talk about it as much as we can and theres nothing that can be done about it that was clearly established. So again i bring up the other issues hoping to get those cleared up more and i ask what was the point of all this and where do i stand now but all you have to say is "well i just got home and i need to go inside ill talk to you more about this" an all i can say is "and then this happens, do you really get everything i just said do you understand" you said yes and i asked really because it seems like it just went right over your head and you said it didnt that we would talk about it. but guess what we never did and i never heard from you again. its been 2 months now since you ruined me and turned my world upside down. and im now wondering just how many other girls have you done this to, how sincere were you with all you said tome, did you even really like me or was i nothing more than a 4 day fuck?..you used me. and yet i cant forget any of it, i wish i could be like you and just forget it all and forget a person like they dont exist as if it never happened. but i cant and it hurts so much to know that i cant erase you from me or my memory and i just want to go back and never agree to it to meeting you not if i knew id end up hurt again after so many years of keeping myself shut up from the world of dating or feelings and i thought i could let down my guard and allow myself to fall again and to think that a guy i told all that to that knew of how i was treated before and everything to a guy who treated me like no other who took me on my first date and i know i shouldve listened to my family i shouldve seen the signs but i thought it would all be okay but i didnt just get a life lesson or burned in the "world of love" i got something far worse. and you continue on like every things fine...im upset with me and im most of all upset with how you handled this. you thought by ignoring or avoiding me that it will go away but it wont and youve only made it worse. I just dont understand why you couldnt be the adult that you so claim to be or to be a man and just fucking be vocal about things like i told you from the very start, why couldnt you just say something like "hey you know it was great meeting you but i dont like you like i thought i did" or something, you think by ignoring or avoiding someone and playing victim that people will get the hint or that it will solve everything but it wont and it doesnt it just makes you a coward and childish. and i cant believe that after everything youve done and put me through with how youve treated me that theres a part of me that still likes you when i should hate you with everything i am but unfortunately it takes more effort to hate then it does to like and you cant just go to hating someone with the snap of your finger it unfortunately doesnt work like that...trust me ive tried.
#used#hurt#tired of trying#love#loveless#hate#pain#heartbreak#burned#unfortunately#unfortunate#unforgettable#memories#Texas#you#fuck you#i hate liers#lier#lies#false hope#nothingmore#nothing more#nevermore#never more#stupid#stupid me#silly me#upset#ashamed#ruiend
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Actually, That Was a Good Thing
A fire left Peridot with nothing and nowhere to go, she contacted former classmates and one of them told Lapis about the situation. Lapis let Peridot move in with her and they developed a friendship.
One year later Peridot met a beautiful woman named Amethyst at the club and they kept in touch over the phone.
Part three of the “Maybe That Wasn’t Such a Bad Thing” series. Read it on Archive of Our Own! (Or don’t, I basically summed up the first two parts at the beginning of this post.)
Chapter 1
Ams: Oh my god Peri, the Lil Butler reboot looks awful!
Ams: Like, it barely has anything to do with the old show yknow.
Peridot: I KNOW THE RECENT CPH MOVIE WAS THE SAME WAT HOW HARD IS IT TO BE FAITHFUL TO THE SOURCE MATERIAL
Ams: I never watched CPH but I heard the movie was bad.
Peridot: BAD IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT
Ams: The Jem movie was god-awful! And not even in a funny way.
Peridot: I NEVER WATCHED JEM
Ams: Ha! Not surprised, even I’m a bit young to grow up with Jem.
Peridot: WAIT HOW OLD ARE YOU I ASSUMED WE WERE THE SAME AGE
Ams: 30 Per
Peridot: OH IM 25
Ams: Jeeze, you have to wait before your childhood shows get bad reboots. ;p
Peridot: ITS ALREADY HAPPENED YOUVE SEEN THE CN SCHEDULE
Peridot chuckled as her and Amethyst’s conversation about terrible TV shows and movies continued. She didn’t expect that cool and beautiful woman she met at the club to be such a TV geek.
Peridot faintly heard her phone ringing and lifted her head from her drool-covered pillow.
She groaned and squinted at her clock but the combination of tiredness and not wearing glasses made the numbers very hard to make out.
11:27PM?
Who calls at that time?
Peridot answered her phone and heard a somewhat familiar voice on the other end.
"Hey Peri, what's up?"
It was Amethyst.
"Sleeping," Peridot replied.
Or, at least she thought she did. It's hard for Peridot to form words right after waking up.
"Ah shoot, I woke you up, didn't I?" Amethyst sounded a bit guilty. "I just wanted to talk but I can call some other time."
"I'm already awake," Peridot briefly wondered if it came out snippish.
"Nah, it can wait, I just saw the latest teaser for the final season of Ninja Keith and had to talk about it," Amethyst was clearly suppressing her excitement. "Steven's asleep so I called you."
"We can talk about it now, just give me a minute so I can watch it."
The two chatted about the show until two in the morning.
Over the next month Peridot and Amethyst called and texted each other on several occasions.
Peridot never really had a friend before.
It was nice.
Peridot yawned while reading her menu, she had stayed up quite late texting Amethyst. This was becoming a regular occurrence which is unfortunate for early-riser Peridot.
"Hey," Lapis addressed the sleepy young-adult across the table. "You can sleep later, we have errands to run."
Peridot dismissively waved her hand. "I know, I just had another late..." she trailed of when she noticed a waitress with long lavender hair tied up in a high ponytail walking by.
"Cute girl?" Lapis asked, clearly amused.
"Oh no, was it obvious that I looked?" Peridot asked with a blush.
"Yeah, you can't exactly subtly turn your head," Lapis put her hand on the top of her head to replicate Peridot's sky-high hairdo.
"Oh, heh, right. Um, you remember how I met a girl when you dragged me to the club?"
"You mean when I invited you because you need to get out more?"
"Whatever."
“Yeah, I remember you mentioning a girl. Was that her?”
Peridot nodded. “She said she’s a waitress but not where she works. I didn’t expect to see her here.”
“You gonna go talk to her?”
“I... don’t know,” Peridot fiddled with her fingers.
“You’ve been chatting for a while, you should ask her to meet you after work.”
“Talking on the phone is different,” Peridot’s voice got quiet. “She can’t see me over the phone.”
The change of tone took Lapis by surprise. “She saw you at the club.”
“In strange dim lighting. She had no way of seeing just how bad my burns look.”
“That’s never been a problem before.”
“Yeah, well,” Peridot gestured at Amethyst. “I’ve never met somebody so beautiful and perfect before.”
Lapis took a good look at Amethyst. “Peridot, she has a cleft lip and her left eye’s really squinty. She’s not exactly perfect.”
"Those are such tiny flaws. This," Peridot waved her hand around her face, "isn't a tiny flaw and a significant amount of my body's like this. You know, you've seen it."
Lapis shrugged. "It's not as bad as you think. You only think it's really bad because you know what you used to look like. Amethyst likes you. She gave you her number and you suck at starting conversations so she must keep coming back to you."
"Yeah, she always starts the conversations."
"Knew it. I think you should go up to her. You two will meet eventually, wouldn't it be best to do it soon? If she is repulsed by a little thing like your burns then she's not worth your time anyway."
Peridot put her finger to her chin in thought. "You may have a point..."
As Peridot weighed her options she faintly heard Lapis talking to someone.
"Peri?!"
Amethyst's excited voice snapped her out of it.
"Ah! Amethyst!" Peridot's voice cracked in shock.
"Good to see you again," Amethyst said with a grin. "Wish I could chat but I'm pretty busy."
"What time do you get off work?" Peridot blurted out far louder than she intended. She could feel the blush spreading across her face and ears.
Amethyst had an amused look on her face. "I get off at four-thirty."
"I-i-if you want we could hang out for a bit then eat supper together."
"Yeah, sounds great," Amethyst said with a smile then rushed off to do her job.
"See you then," Peridot said quietly even though Amethyst was long gone.
She turned around and met Lapis' smug gaze. "I don't know if I should love you or hate you right about now."
"You should love me, I just got you a date."
Peridot arrived right as the clock struck 4:30PM she pulled out her phone as she stood outside the restaurant door.
It was only a fifteen minute wait before Amethyst came sprinting out of the door.
"Woah," Amethyst nearly ran into Peridot. "Oh hey Peri. Were you here long?"
"Nah, it wasn't that long."
"Cool, cool. Are you up for some walking? I'd like to swing by my place to change."
"Yeah, I'm fine with that. We can also talk and choose where to eat."
The pair started off for Amethyst's house.
"So Peri, what's the deal with you and Lapis?"
"Deal?" Peridot asked, obviously puzzled.
"Yeah, I know you and Lapis are roommates but are you dating or anything?"
Peridot nearly burst out laughing. "Oh no, we're good friends but that's it. Lapis graciously opened her home to me when I had nothing and nowhere to go," Peridot thought a second. "Well, I guess I could have moved back to Alberta and in with my dad. But to be frank, I really don't want to get on another plane any time soon."
Peridot nervously laughed.
“Chill homegirl,” Amethyst put her hand on Peridot’s shoulder. “We’re just hangin’ out. No different from our texts and phone calls ‘cept we’re face-to-face.” Amethyst didn’t get much of a response but she sort of expected that. “So what do you want to do before dinner?”
“We both enjoy video games so I thought we could go to Funland Arcade for a bit.”
“Sounds good and Fishstew Pizza’s close by so we could eat there.”
“Sure, that works for me.”
They continued to walk and talk and eventually they reached a large beachfront property.
Amethyst opened the door and led Peridot to a couch in the livingroom.
“I’ll be back in a sec, make yourself comfortable,” she said before heading upstairs.
Several minutes later Peridot heard footsteps coming from the stairs. She expected to see Amethyst but instead saw a short chubby boy with curly black hair.
“Oh my gosh,” the boy exclaimed looking at Peridot all starry-eyed. “Are you Peridot?”
The boy’s staring made Peridot a bit uncomfortable. “Yeah.”
He chuckled and jauntily walked up to Peridot. “Amethyst told me all about you! I’m Steven by the way.”
Hearing that Amethyst talks about her made Peridot quite happy and much more relaxed. A smile reached her lips.
But there was a kid to entertain. “So you’re Steven, Amethyst told me about you.”
Steven beamed at Peridot. “She did?”
Peridot giggled. “Yes, she did. This visit is a bit impromptu, if I knew I was coming ahead of time I would have brought some of my spare G.U.Y.S. with me.”
“You have G.U.Y.S.”
“Yes, I collect lots of toys and figurines. I have G.A.L.S. too.”
Steven squealed. “That’s so cool!”
“I dunno, I think it’s pretty nerdy.”
Amethyst’s voice took Steven and Peridot by surprise. “But I like nerdy so it’s cool.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever understand your vocabulary,” Peridot said.
Amethyst laughed. “You’re an egghead, you’ll figure it out eventually.” She then held out her hand. “C’mon, let’s go.”
After saying their goodbyes to Steven, Peridot and Amethyst walked to the arcade.
They started off by playing some fighting games against each other.
“Wait, you use grapplers too?” the surprise was clear in Amethyst’s voice.
“Yeah, they’re a lot of fun and their designs are usually really cool,” Peridot replied amused.
“Dude, I pegged you as the type to use trap characters and zoners.”
Peridot shrugged. “I dabble with those. It depends on the game. But I always go straight for the grappler.”
They completely lost track of time playing the fighting games. Before they knew it well over two hours had passed.
The only reason they stopped was because Peridot’s fingers and right wrist were stiff and sore.
“You okay?” Amethyst asked Peridot who had started to bend and flex her sore joints.
“I’m fine, that just happens sometimes,” Peridot rolled her sleeve up a bit to show her wrist to Amethyst. “Skin grafts are a bit stiffer and more taut than normal skin so I sometimes need to do stretches.”
“Oh, I had no idea.”
“I didn’t expect you to, I only know that because a third of my body’s covered in them.”
The number really surprised Amethyst.
And Peridot could tell. “It’s mostly on my back so it’s not that bad. It’s the ones on my wrist and upper arm that are the problem.” Regret started to bubble up in Peridot’s gut when she saw Amethyst’s blank face. “Sorry, I made you uncomfortable.”
“Oh, no, nononono, Peri, I just- wow, I can’t wrap my head around it. That’s actually pretty amazing. You’re really tough.”
Peridot laughed. “I don’t know about that.”
“It’s true! Not everybody can walk away from a thing like that. You’re pretty impressive.”
Peridot burst into a giggle fit.
"I'm gonna keep saying it until you believe me," Amethyst wrapped her arm around Peridot's shoulders then poked her on the nose.
"I believe you, I'm just so relieved. I was really worried about how you'd react to seeing me in decent lighting. You're so gorgeous!"
Amethyst's face was completely covered a blush. "Whaaaaat?"
"It's true!" Peridot was now blushing too. "You're the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on."
Amethyst buried her face in her hands.
Peridot laughed slightly villainously. "I will keep calling you gorgeous until you believe me."
"You think you're sooooo smooth, huh?"
"Stars no! I'm the biggest nerdy mess ever! Luckily, you're kind of a nerd yourself."
"Ha, that's true," Amethyst took Peridot by the hand. "So, how about this 'gorgeous woman' takes a certain 'nerdy mess' to the pizza parlor?"
"Wasn't that the plan?"
"Yeah, but it's kinda late now."
"We have to eat anyway," Peridot said with a shrug. "I have a terrible habit of getting too into coding to eat so I'm kind of used to not eating supper until late at night."
"Oh dude, you have no idea how many times I had a pizza for a midnight snack."
"A whole pizza?" Peridot raised an eyebrow.
"Well, it was just a medium pizza, nothing too big."
"I don't think I'll be able to eat an entire pizza."
"We can order a large pizza, you eat what you can and I'll finish it off. Sound good?"
Peridot nodded.
While they were talking they arrived at Fishstew Pizza. They walked in and sat at a table.
"So what kind of pizza are you thinking of?" Amethyst asked. "I'm cool with whatever."
Peridot hummed in thought. "I'm in the mood for something spicy."
"You have good taste."
"Oh, you like spicy food too?"
Amethyst grinned and nodded. "Spicy's the best!"
"Then spicy it is."
Peridot ordered the pizza which her and Amethyst greatly enjoyed as they made casual conversation.
After the meal they hugged and parted ways.
Peridot arrived at her home and called out to Lapis.
"I'm gonna lie in bed, my leg's killing me!"
She walked into her room and smiled when she saw her little brown havanese curled up on her bed sound asleep.
Peridot sat on the edge of her bed, fondly gave her dog a pat then removed her prosthesis and sprawled out checking her social media on her phone.
Soon after Max woke up and took his place on Peridot's tummy.
Lapis came into Peridot's room some time later.
"So, how was your date?"
"I'm not entirely sure that was a date," Peridot said. "I mean, we held hands soooo... maybe?"
"Woah, slow down there, you're already holding hands?" Lapis' voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Shut up," Peridot was giggling. "We also hugged and neither of us was sad."
"So what'd you guys do other than hold hands and hug?"
"We spent a few hours playing fighting games at the arcade, we then shared a pizza. AndIwasfeelingreallyselfconciousafterItoldAmethysthowmanyburnsIhaveandthenIblurtedoutthatIthinkshe'sgorgeousbecauseshecalledmeamazing."
"What was that last part?"
Peridot's face was bright red. "I told Amethyst just how much of my body's covered in burns and she said I was amazing. I felt really relieved and then I blurted out that I think she's the most beautiful woman I ever met."
"How'd she react?"
"She blushed and tried to brush off the compliment. It really surprised me. It was as if she has never been told that before."
"That's very possible. Amethyst's kind of pretty but in a really specific way. You're into short stocky girls and piercings. It's actually kind of crazy how up your alley she is. And she probably thinks you're pretty attractive so getting a compliment from you must've been exciting for her."
"I guess? She did call me cute at the club."
"That's good and she thinks you're amazing, you two are also always chatting. I think you have a shot with Amethyst."
"Yeah, I think so too," new confidence began to fill Peridot's body. But there was a problem. "I've never dated before, can you give me advice?"
"I'm really not the best person to ask, I suck at dating. You should just go with your gut, it's working so far."
"Go with my gut," Peridot muttered. "Thanks Lapis."
"Yeah, don't mention it," Lapis waved it off. "G'night."
"Night."
After getting ready for bed Peridot sent a message to Amethyst.
Peridot: I HAD A GREAT TIME TODAY THANK YOU FOR HANGING OUT WITH ME
#SU Fanfic#Amedot#Perithyst#SU Amethyst#SU Peridot#SU Lapis Lazuli#Steven Quartz Universe#Human AU#Kujo Writes#Not Such a Bad Thing Universe
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