#that random triangle you see everywhere

[crushedcoffeecups]

okay but imagine being a student of Saiki Kusuo's class. how fuckin weird would it be?

there's this guy, Saiki, that you don't know very well, but seems to be completely average in EVERY way. like, concerning average. you genuinely know nothing that he likes or dislikes or is particularly good or bad at. the only thing that sticks out about him is his weird hair clips and his tinted glasses. oh, and all the people that surround him

the weird, big, loud guy that no one really likes is his best friend. he basically follows Saiki around. one time Saiki made a completely to scale statue of him for a class fair.

the kid with a hero complex that is constantly going on about some shadow organisation and fantasy world is also his friend. the one that rips all of his clothes and always wears bright red bandages over his arms. he also follows Saiki around like they've been best friends since childhood. sometimes he talks about the both of them being soldiers in some army.

one day a psychic medium who can see ghosts and guardian spirits transfers to your school. the next day you see him hanging off of Saiki. what is it about this guy that attracts all these people? he doesn't even seem to talk to them. he's apparently the vice president of the medium's occult club.

the perfect dream girl of your class that everyone loves is weirdly obsessed with him. constantly trying to pair up with him in class. they've been seen on multiple dates together and members of the kokomins seem hate him. you're pretty sure they tried to kidnap him one time. he doesn't even seem to like the girl.

the over-enthusiastic class president that everyone respects is also his friend. you're pretty sure Saiki doesn't play any sports, but apparently he joined him on a tennis camp over the holidays. you heard that he hit a tennis ball so hard he sunk a boat.

an ex-delinquent joins the school, and immediately tried to be friends with Saiki. within a week he has joined the large group that follows Saiki around. one of your friends apparently saw the two of them taking motorcycle lessons.

the poor girl in class, the one with a dozen jobs who's constantly searching for food? yeah, she's friends with him too. one time you walk past a cafe she works at and see him inside, talking to the owner. what does he have to do with the cafe? and why was she wearing a maid dress? there's rumours in the school that the both of them took shady clinical trials over the holidays.

also, the girl who has a new crush every week gets weirdly into him for a while. you see her try a bunch of classic cliches to try to win him over. none of it works, but she still hangs around him for some reason.

a super rich guy shows up to your school and demands to date the beloved perfect girl. no idea why, but Saiki seems to some part to play in the weird love triangle. later on, you see Saiki and his friends visit the rich guys house.

a fortune telling gyaru joins your school, insisting that Saiki is her soulmate. the two are polar opposites, yet seem attached at the hip, along with that spiritual medium for some reason.

another new transfer (why does your school get so many transfers?) who never seems to shut up insists on following Saiki around. apparently they're childhood friends? they don't seem very friendly.

that famous actor, the one who is in everything on tv? you see him yelling at Saiki one day. something about a sister? you don't have any idea how they even crossed paths in the first place

on a random school day you overhear some of Saiki's friends talking about their trip to Britain together. did they really travel that far for just a weekend?

one day you see Saiki walking around with a young man with a weird headband. he looks familiar somehow. you could've sworn you've seen him on some science program or something.

you've seen Saiki walking around plenty of times. he walks everywhere it seems, and gets to places at a pace that is logically impossible. doesn't he have a motorcycle license?

his parents seemed perfectly ordinary when you met them, if a little too lovey-dovey. how is their son so different?

the dude never seems to change his clothes. obviously he does, seeing how they never get dirty or damaged. you guess he just wears the same thing on repeat.

you see him out and about with a little boy. probably babysitting. the kid keeps calling him by the name of some superhero.

the school brings in a magician one day. he greets Saiki like an old friend and calls him 'master'. you had no idea they knew each other, or that Saiki liked magic.

you've only known of this guy for a year, yet it seems like so much longer. it feels like too much has happened for the school year to have not ended yet. when did all those people transfer again?

feel free to add to the idea!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Will you do a scenario of how we’d meet Bill for the first time and what he would be like if you were sort of “friends”? 🙏

You were minding your business while walking through the woods of Gravity Falls, just needing a change of scenery and finding the woods to be the perfect place to do so with it’s mushrooms, flowers and the wildlife that crossed your path.

Everything was seemingly fine and not out of the ordinary until you started to feel like you were being watched from somewhere, you looked to see if you could spot anyone, but all you could see were birch trees that had markings on the bark that suspiciously looked like eyes. You were just about thinking of leaving until you heard a voice from somewhere.

‘Hey kiddo!’

You looked to the left, nothing

‘Other way kid.’

the to the right, nothing

‘Colder.’

Up? Nope, nothing.

‘You’re practically an human popsicle at this point.’

How about looking down? Still nothing. Now you were getting confused, scared and annoyed.

You heard the voice sigh and say ‘you’re starting to make me feel sad, here I’ll make this a little easier for you.’ Then before you could say anything, a small yellow triangle with one eye wearing a top hat and bow tie appeared before you.

‘It’s great to finally meet you y/n.’ It said and immediately you were freaked out.

‘Who are you and how did you know my name?’ You asked, uneasy.

‘The names Bill Cipher and I know lots of things, lots of things.’ Bill replied, shrugging. ‘Wanna see what I can do?’ He adds after a brief pause but before you could answer him, he held his hand out to a nearby deer as its teeth were taken out of its mouth and into his small hand in a neat pile. ‘Deer teeth for you kid hehe.’ He then chuckled as he dumped the pile of deer teeth into your hands.

You on the other hand didn’t find this funny and fought the urge to vomit as you offered Bill the deer teeth back. ‘Mind giving the deer its teeth back? I’m sure it has more use for them than either of us.’ You ask as Bill did as you asked and gave the deer its teeth back as it galloped off elsewhere, leaving you alone with the weird triangle in the woods. Everything that had happened within the past five minutes had been overwhelming for you, too overwhelming that you had to sit yourself down on the trunk of a fallen tree and put your head in your hands, muttering to yourself.

‘This isn’t real, this is all some weird fever dream or I’m tripping balls. There’s no other explanation.’

Bill only chuckled as he floated next to you and patted you on the shoulder. ‘There, there human I can reassure you that what you just saw was very much real.’

You looked at him from your hands, unamused. ‘You fucking suck at comforting people you know that?’

‘I think we’ll get along great!’ Bill chirped gleefully.

‘We absolutely will not.’ You replied but you had an inkling that your opinion on the matter didn’t matter.

Now onto how bill would be if you were sort of ‘friends.’

He’s got a weird way about showing his feelings in any capacity.

The little shit put rats, dead rats outside your door, spelling out your name on random ass occasions that made it look like to others that a) you were haunted or b) had a weird stalker who liked to form your name out of dead rats.

He doesn’t want you having friends outside of him because and I quote ‘I’m the only friend you need, why bother with anyone else. So don’t even try cuz I’ll be watching you.’

Will leave sticky post it notes anywhere and everywhere saying to get more silly straws or else he’ll find a way to possess you and make you do embarrassing shit. Ie: walk through town in your underwear, make you speak backwards, kick a child-

Bill was a brat and his pranks were often traumatic but apparently they were ‘light’ in comparison to the stuff he did to his other meat puppets. You didn’t ask any further questions about what he meant by that in fear that he’d show you one as an example.

You are probably the only person who bill has told about his secret technique with mascara and eyeliner, even seeing him do it once when he insisted that you had a ‘sleepover’ at your place. He even points the mascara brush at you warningly as he threatened that you were to never tell people about this or else.

His version of jealousy when he sees you spending time with others is to trash your house and try to act cute when you catch him in the act. You don’t fall for this and give Bill the silent treatment for the rest of the day as he practically lost his shit over your lack of attention.

Probably air horned you awake once.

Bill Wouldn’t tell you this but he make your enemies do stupid shit that resulted in their deaths, for fun he claims but he didn’t want his favourite meat sack to start leaking water from their eyes every time something went wrong in their life. So he just cuts them out in the most brutal way possible.

Bill was stuck to you like glue and there’s was no way to hide from him as he would ultimately appears where you are, even if you’re in the fucking shower, he don’t care.

Bill: *appears in shower* my favourite meat sack have you- stop screaming it’s only me, have you seen a king cobra anywhere, I must’ve dropped it somewhere here-

He probably once threatened you with the whole ‘steal your eyes’ thing like he did with Ford but you had witness enough of Bill’s behaviour to know that he was joking about that, to which he was proud and would magically make a cake filled with worms, bugs and other unpleasant things appear in celebration.

You may or may not have been sick that day.

Your and Bills friendship was weird, probably not the healthiest in all honestly and you should seek help and or maybe therapy for the shit he’s out you through.

You were his property, you were his pet, HIS MEAT SACK and you wouldn’t be allowed to go anywhere without him knowing and or being nearby in hopes of catching your eye.

Just a yellow triangle with one eye and a top hat and bow tie floating ominously in the background was enough to unnerve anyone.

You had no freedom as far as you were concerned in this ‘friendship’ but bill likes to claim that he has given you the most freedom out of anyone who has ever existed.

[kimingyuslover]

Love me not

Love isn't too late for anyone, right? Word count : 2,324 words Pairing : kim mingyu x reader Genre : angst, love triangle, bestf to (?) Warnings : uhh, as always, tears (duh), mingyu is straight-up asshole, reader is a girlboss and also a resident doctor, wonwoo's a cardiothoracic surgeon, mingyu's job is not specified, mentions of drink, kind of minimal dialogue but at the same time it's not & like 1 (one) curse word, lmk if i miss any! ★ i'm in my active era, with nothing to do in my life so I just decided to write this in like, what, total 8 hours? it’s just a random thought that caught up in my mind for dayssss. need to repost this (cry)

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Mingyu's smile flattered when he read the invitation envelope he received this morning. There, he found a picture of you with another man— the man he saw at the coffee shop.

He could feel the way his heart clenched, and he sensed a twinge of jealousy in his heart.

Perhaps it's his fault, not caring about you enough that makes you think that you can't handle him anymore.

Or the way he would cancel your meetings abruptly because he just got a call from Jira where he rushes to everywhere she goes without asking any questions. Leaving you hanging alone in the restaurant that you both had decided to have dinner together.

The way he always mentions her names in every conversation, bringing her like she's the goddess god sent from the sky himself.

God, he can even imagine the way your smile slightly dropped and the disappointment evident on your face when he brought up her name that he had once not noticed, not caring about what you had said earlier.

Despite that, you stay by his side, offering your shoulder everytime he feels sad because of her, assuring him that he’s enough.

Mingyu remembers the day when everything started to shift.

You're not as welcome to him as before. Always avoid meeting him in person, and you are always busy.

He thinks it's normal at first, you're a resident after all, of course you're going to get busy someday that you can't even spare a glance or reply to his texts.

Meanwhile you, on the other hand, think that it's the best for you. Well, it is.

You're willing to step-out from the “more than friends but not in a relationship” situation with him, your heart also aches really great while you have to stay calm for him when he's telling his story, with her in it.

So after a while, you decided that you had enough of his & Jira's story, and you need to move on. So you do what you have to do earlier this time, you avoid him, busying yourself with patience, and always looking for surgery that needs an assistant, minimising your interaction with him. It's not that hard, actually. You're literally a cardiac resident. You will always get busy.

There you met who you called now– the love of your life, Jeon Wonwoo. He’s the main doctor for organ transplant operation, and you're the assistant.

After the operation was successful, he treated you to a coffee shop down the road and both of you had fun, talking about patience cases that you have, and even some stories on the ER where you are located right now.

“So, any interest in a relationship, or you're just single?” He asks while sipping his cup of ice americano– he claims that's what keeps him awake in every before or after a big operation.

You think for a few seconds, this is the first time when you feel like yourself again and have people asking about you, not any other person.

Feeling like you zoned out, he calls your name again, in which you respond with a shy smile on your face, and you apologise for spacing out.

You open your mouth to speak again, “No, I don't have any interest in a relationship for now, I want to focus on being a doctor first, like you!” you said with a light-hearted laugh. He did the same.

Then someone opens the coffee shop door, making the bell rings, your eyes trained to the glass door, you freeze when you see Mingyu, in all his glory.

He seems to notice you too, but when he looks in your direction, you already turn your eyes towards the doctor in front of you. Yes, he searched for you in the ER, but the receptionist said that you're currently in a cafe with a doctor.

After placing his order, he sat next to the counter, waiting for his name to be called by the barista.

He noticed the way you laugh so freely, like the burden on your shoulder just lift up when you are with that man.

He frowns, you never be as free as you are right now when you're with him, you always keep your distance, and he's your best friend! That doctor is just someone you met along the way.

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“What do you want, Mingyu?” That's it, no more ‘gyu’ and the tone of your voice is cold, stabbing him in the heart.

He took a long breath, “What's wrong with us? You never seem to notice me anymore. Hundreds of my messages go unread, and you never gave me a check”

His words really make you wanna laugh. What's wrong with you both? You don't know, but one thing for sure, he needs you to tell the story about him and his beloved to you, crying his heart out and then leaving like nothing's going on between you.

You bite your bottom lip. Before allowing yourself to let out a chuckle, Mingyu cuts you off.

“Why are you laughing? It’s not a time for that” You seriously want to punch the guy in front of you, “You not here anymore when i needed you the most, Jira and i–”

That's where you draw the line, you put your “I don't care, Mingyu. Actually, fuck you kim mingyu” His breath hitched when you said that, hands growing cold.

“You are always nagging this and that about you and Jira, I don't care about her, I only care about you, all my whole life I only cared about you” Your finger pointed at him accusingly.

You stop yourself for a second, trying to catch your breath, you see Mingyu opening his mouth, wanting to speak but you cut him off.

“No, you don't get to say anything about this. All i ever do is just a backburner, the person who you came when you have any problems and dump all your problems with me, and then when you feel better you always go to her even you knew that she would make the same mistake over and over again and you will come running to me with your tears stricken face”

“You promise to listen to me too, I've had enough of your drama, I've talked to you before you even brought her up, and somehow you still did even if it's not relevant. I'm sacrificing my own happiness for you, Jira had everything i've ever wanted and that is you”

You snatched your bag from the seat beside you, pulled out a 50 dollar bill, put it on the table and you stormed off.

Mingyu was just sitting there, and that's when he felt it come back. The ache in his heart, he feels his heart clenched in the worst way possible.

Only you can make him feel like this, not even Jira can do this to him. Hearing the words fall off from your mouth is hurting him, and he doesn't know why.

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Days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months. It's been approximately 7 months since the last time Mingyu saw you and heard from you.

You moved out from your old apartment the next day, making him ponder since when you start to pack your things, have you been planning this all the months back?

In the first month, he felt so lonely without your presence, no one sent him a ‘good morning’ ‘evening’ and ‘night’ text, his apartment also felt cold without you.

You used to come here often on saturday and sunday night, warming up the apartment with movies ready on your disk.

Now, his weekend nights feel empty, no one would play and watch his favorite movie with him.

And in the third month he realised when he saw you again, this time with Wonwoo beside you, talking and laughing together. He felt a throbbing pain in his heart when he saw that scenery.

oh.

oh.

All the times he felt in your presence, is the sign that he likes you or worse yet— loves you.

He realised he never felt anything towards Jira, that it's just a passing crush to keep his true deep feeling. He has liked you since the day you turned 14, the way your eyes light up when your family and him decide to surprise you in your sleep.

The memory just made his wound that he considered still fresh getting sprinkled by a handful pinch of salt.

It burns him alive and he loses all the respect he has for himself.

He thinks he has moved on, the old trick under the sleeves, getting over someone by getting under someone.And finally, it's now been a year and a half since he last heard from you.

Mingyu walks to his apartment with groceries on both of his hands, and then when he gets inside, he puts the things on his kitchen counter and goes to the bedroom to change his outerwear.

He's not in the mood to do anything today, so he took his laptop to watch some movies, but then an email caught his attention, it's from you.

So he opens it, and finds an envelope there.

Mingyu read the body of the email, because a word cought on his eyes.

hi, sorry. I know we have been in no contact for a year and a half, but I want to invite you, we once have something, don't we? :) Love is in the air.docx

He lets out a shaky breath, scared if he opens the document then his heart would shatter to the ground beneath his feet.Oh well, he opens it with hesitation on his face and heart. He takes a deep breath before finally opening the invitation.

The document has three pictures of you with him, the doctor he hates so much with all of his heart despite there's no interaction between them.

It’s a wedding card.

There's the date and time of your wedding ceremony and the reception.

He feels his tears on the edge of his eyes, threatening to fall right now and then, he already has his heart shattered the day you leave and now he feels another throbbing pain with the fact that you will never be his.

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“Don't marry him” You feel like the time has just stopped right now.

Seeing Mingyu all dressed up in your wedding was definitely on your bingo list— well, last year. but seeing him now? It's just like the burden you had on your shoulder a year ago came back to you.

You used to imagine yourself going through a wedding ceremony with you as the bride and him as the groom.

You're very much confused by his behavior, so you open your mouth, though you didn't say anything because you’re speechless.

Mingyu repeats the words he just said the second time to you, looking at you with hope in his eyes.

“Why?” you asked, you want to add something after that but you halt your actions, waiting for him to answer you.

Mingyu started at the ground for a moment, before looking at you, yet again, “Why? You know why”

You snap, saying no to him only for it to be denied by him, making you say no to him again.

“What?” Then he asked, after pinning him for years, hearing him say that makes your blood boil.

You want to slap Mingyu, but you compose yourself, not wanting to make your special day be ruined by a man that doesn't know and seems like he's not willing to know about your feelings even when you gave him a clear sign.

“No, no Mingyu– You're being mean. stop it.” he can hear the finality of your words, but he didn't want to stop there, “How am i being mean?” there's a stern expression on his face.

“I have been second to Jira my whole life, in everything and that including you. I'm not going to be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her”

“I won't do it, because i've been wasting my entire life loving you but all you see is just Jira, never once i crossed your mind, and you don't have the right to stop me from marrying the man i love” You don't even want to cry anymore, tears for him is already dry long time ago.

Mingyu tries to hold your hand, wanting to confess his feelings, but instead he lets out a question and the second he finishes his sentence he regrets it, “Isn't I the man you love?” his voice is silent, not quite above a whisper.

“Don’t make me laugh Kim Mingyu, you get rid off me as soon as you and Jira reconcile, even both of you were not in a relationship, you run into me when Jira is busy and then the next day you gone for a week and the cycle keep going leaving me stressing over my own feeling”

Before he could say anything, you told him to get out of the room, but you know he's a rock headed person, so you already told the groomsman to wait outside the door after he gets in.

Mingyu heard the door open and he knew it's time for him to get the fuck out and wait for your ceremony, he said something before he leaves, “i love you, i'm sorry” and so he get his last words to you.

For the rest of his life, Mingyu can only hear your voice from a distance, the way Wonwoo kisses you is heart wrenching to the guts of his body.

Now he can only see you again when suddenly bumps into you, or when he goes to your favorite places and on his screen.

And even then, you're not alone, you will be with your new husband that you're marrying today, there's no chance for him to be in your picture.

[eliluvschan]

Boyfriend does my Makeup :)

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 1.048

warnings: just channie being cute

genre: fluff

a/n: Eid Mubarak babes! this imagine has nothing to do with Eid but since i’m muslim i wanted to post something and wish y’all a happy and good day with your families 🩵 and even if you don’t celebrate Eid, have a good day <3

i laid on the couch, with my boyfriend Chan as we read through the comments of my latest YouTube video.

“babe look, there are a lot of people asking for a ‘my boyfriend does my makeup challenge.” i tell chan, pointing to some comments as he nods.

“it would be fun. when do you wanna film it?”

“how about now?” i tell him, getting up from his warm embrace as we walk to my makeup room.

“i’m going to set up the camera in the recording room. you can grab any kind of makeup you want.” i tell him, heading to our recording room.

— ❀ —

i start the intro of the video and explain what we’re gonna do today.

“alright Channie, you can use whatever you want.” i tell him as he looks at the table in front of us with all the makeup.

“okay, first, what’s this?” he looks at the package, opening it.

“first, i’m using this primer. i have no idea what it does but i see Y/n always use this first before anything.” he says in his perfectly Australian accent.

as he applies it, i stare in his gorgeous brown eyes.

“jagi, don’t stare at me like that. i get distracted.” Chan says as his cheeks flush red and he looks down with a huge smile on his face.

“moving on to foundation now.” Chan says, grabbing the foundation and smearing some on his hand before applying a whole lot to my face.

“babe! that’s a lot!” i laugh as he smears it out with his hand.

“how do you girls do this?!” he exclaims, not being able to do it smoothly.

“here, use this.” i hand him a beauty blender as he accepts it.

“thanks, jagi.” he takes the blender and tries to evenly apply the foundation on my face.

next he grabs some concealer and a random brush.

“is this the right one?” he asks me as i hand him the correct one. “this one is.”

he applies the concealer like he did the foundation. and then grabs banana powder to powder my face off. i hand him a triangle sponge and tell him where he had to apply the powder.

he applies it everywhere on my face as i laugh at the concentrated look in his eyes.

i notice him cluelessly looking at the makeup he has yet to use.

“here.” i say, handing him an eyebrow pencil.

“what’s this?” he asks, turning the pencil to the side. he reads the unclear words, still looking clueless.

“it’s an eyebrow pencil.” i laugh as he smiles and shows the pencil to the camera.

“i have to colour your eyebrow? that’s not even necessary. right guys?” he asks, turning my face to the camera as he keeps staring at my eyebrows.

“without colouring i look like i don’t have eyebrows!” i exclaim as Chan shakes his head.

“it’s not needed but i’ll use it anyway.” he says, and gets to work.

while he’s busy colouring, i notice the tip of his tongue slipping out of his mouth, resting on the corner of his bottom lip, making him look even cuter than he already was.

“can i use this now?” he asks, grabbing my eyeshadow palette. i nod and hand him the brush.

“look at this pretty colour, you guys! yah i’m gonna make you the prettiest girl there is!” Chan gasps as i laugh and close my eyes.

he puts a lot of eyeshadow on the brush and swipes it across my eyelid.

“jagi, that’s too much!” i say, feeling the thickness of the eyeshadow on my eyelid.

“no, it’s not. shh babe.” he says sassily, continuing to swipe it across my eyelid.

“look at her, she looks so pretty.” Chan gushes. “alright, which one do you think you have to use next?” i ask him as he looks at the mascara, bronzer and blush.

his eyes roll from one to the other and finally settle on the blush.

“this one.” i hand him the bronzer.

“you have to apply this one here, here and here.” i motion, pointing where he has to apply it.

“and don’t push the brush in, just gently swipe it across.” i add as he nods, his tongue sticking out again.

gently he swipes the bronzer on the places i showed him and blends it out with the brush.

then he grabs the mascara.

“this one next?” he asks as i shake my head.

“no, blush first. mascara and eyeliner at the end. and not to forget lipstick as well.” i point at the last few things as he nods.

he takes the blush and applies it to where i motioned it.

“woah babe, it looks like you had a walk in cold weather.” Chan says as we both laugh.

“your cheeks are so pink!”

“here.” i hand him an eyelash curler.

“is this scissors for your eyelashes?” he asks, taking the curler from my hand to his eye level, inspecting it.

“no, baby. it’s an eyelash curler. put it on my eyelash for a few seconds and it’ll have a pretty curl.” i tell him as he looks at it unsurely.

“naur, i don’t want to hurt you.” He says, putting the curler on the side.

“then we’ll skip. now apply the mascara and then the eyeliner.” i instruct him as he does.

“omg, you look so pretty babe.” Chan says, looking at the camera as he smudges some mascara under my eye and on my eye lids.

“really? thanks baby.” i thank him and open my eye.

“now add the eyeliner.” i say, looking by at him.

he grabs the eyeliner and does his best to apply it. i can feel his pinky finger on the side of my face, to keep his hand steady.

“and last but not least, lipstick.” Chan says, showing the mac lipstick on camera.

i have no idea what colour it is but i love it on you.” He explains, turning my face to him.

“do this with your lips.” he says, making an ‘o’ shape as i do what he says.

he applies a thick layer of lipstick and tells me to smudge my lips together.

“all done.” He says as i turn to the camera.

before i can get up to grab a mirror, Chan looks at me, with a big smile on his face.

“waaah, doesn’t my girlfriend look amazing?” he asks the camera.

Chan grabs a mirror and hands it to me after sitting down.

“babe! what do you mean i look amazing?” i exclaim, as we both burst out in laughter.

“i love you but please, never become a makeup artist.” i tell him, kissing his cheek, leaving a big stain on his cheek.

“let me clean you up.”

~

[scoutswritingcorner]

Hello, i have noticed the lack of love for my girls, Charlie and Vaggie, could you do a Charlie x Reader x Vaggie? OT3?

Love Triangle? No, Love Circle.

Chaggie x GN!Reader

A/N: Before anyone jumps down my esophagus to yell at me about the character’s sexuality. I know Vaggie’s canonically a lesbian and Charlie is bisexual, I know. Don’t send hate or anything cause I will delete that shit, I don’t have time for it. Alright with that out of the way. LET'S JUMP IN!! I also made headcanons- If you want a fic I will definitely write one, I just kinda dumped my brain on this.

TW: A little nsfw at the end I’m sorry (not really I need more)

-🎀 First off let me say, these girls love you in every way imaginable but they show it in different ways. Charlie shows it by hugs and kisses between work to constantly profess her love to you and Vaggie so all of hell could listen. Vaggie shows her love in more simple acts like getting you food or dragging you away from work if she sees you working too hard. 

-👑 Both women are very very protective of you as well, now that’s not say they won’t go overboard if you get caught in the line of fire from the random villain of the day. Both have different ways of trying to get you out of trouble but will immediately come to your defense if they dare try to lay a hand on you. Charlie tries to get the situation to settle down while Vaggie locates every exit there to get you out as fast as she can if it goes south.

-🎀 Don’t get me started on if you surprise them both with a date, day off or just a simple random kiss. Both of them get extremely flustered when this happens, it’s amazing to see it happen. Don’t worry though both ladies will get you back in some fashion just keep an eye out.

Going off of the kiss idea? You gotta know when to strike to really catch one or both off guard. Charlie is by far the easiest to catch off guard, she’s just so busy and her mind is everywhere all at once it gets too much sometimes so you walking up to her and bringing her into a gentle but sweet kiss gets all the stress out. Of course she’s gonna let out a soft squeak and get all blushy but she almost always melts into the kiss immediately. This is just a headcanon of mine but she definitely stims by tapping her hooves on the ground to show how happy or excited she is. (GIVE ME MORE GOAT LIKE CHARLIE CONTENT PLEASE)

Vaggie is somewhat harder to surprise, she’s trained to immediately notice when someone is trying to sneak up on her or when something is out of place. She can’t help it and sometimes she wishes she didn’t really have to be this extra vigilant, but to really surprise her and get her flustered. Don’t be sneaky at all cause once again she will immediately and unapologetically point it out. So your best bet? Just walk up to her and kiss her cheek or on her lips. She won’t see it coming at all, she’ll get all red in the face and flustered beyond belief that her wings might just pop out.

-👑 Now if you work at the hotel with them Charlie will most likely try to help lighten your workload (please tell her your okay, baby stresses enough as is). Vaggie will help in some way or form whilst making sure Charlie isn’t overworking herself. Oh you need more paper? Don’t worry she’s running to get more. Something or someone is getting on your nerves? She’s pulling you away to do something else or she’s scaring the other person away.

-🎀 If you don’t work at the hotel and you keep coming back stressed as ever? Don’t worry your pretty little head, they will pamper you all night and the next morning? Your boss is suddenly giving you a pay raise AND the next four weeks off. 

-👑 If you are an early bird that tends to wake up at or a little after the crack of dawn? Good luck getting out of bed. Charlie is a cuddler and will not let you out so easily, Vaggie in my mind is a light sleeper so she wakes up to give you a gentle kiss before immediately falling back asleep head on Charlie’s chest. Double the points if you cook them breakfast when they wake up, you won’t escape their barrage of kisses.

-🎀 They both will allow you to steal some of their clothes and will steal your clothes in return. It’s a win-win situation. 

Charlie is canonically tall, like 6 foot something now- if you're taller than her she is wearing any hoodies or sweatpants of yours there is no discussion here. It will happen. But if you are shorter than her which is most likely she will happily let you and Vaggie steal her sweatshirts/hoodie/jackets.

Vaggie on the other hand is short like 5’5 (me too girl wtf-) or 5’7 so if you're taller than her? She’s stealing your clothes too but she’s much sneakier than Charlie. But if you're shorter or the same height as her she’ll allow you to steal her clothes as well but please don’t keep them for a week straight. She has a routine of doing all three of your guys' laundry and she doesn’t want to miss cleaning certain clothes you and Charlie steal.

-👑omg let me tell you- these girls love to pamper the shit out of you but if you return it? They will fall more in love with you. Massaging Vaggie’s back after a rough day or maybe helping her preen her wings. Washing Charlie’s hair or maybe rubbing where her horns are at as she lays between your legs and rants about whatever had her upset that day or if we are going down the path where Charlie has more goat like features (pls someone- I want to talk about this) just helping trimming her hooves. Girl needs to be extra pampered with her lovers after the shit she has to put up with day to day.

A little nsfw that’s popping in my mind- MINORS GO AWAY

-🎀OH BOY- Wearing something that fits your curves just right or something that’s a little showy gets both of them flustered and ready to drag you somewhere else. Charlie (bless her soul) tries to respectfully look away but you can catch how her gaze keeps drifting back to you and Vaggie? She’s looking respectfully and she’s not hiding it either.

-👑 Tease them all day long and they will not allow you to walk in the morning or the next few days. So…use caution when teasing The Princess of Hell and an ex-exorcist. They love you but they won’t go easy on you.

-🎀 Overall 20/10 relationship, may have some rough patches but they love you and will 100% talk everything out.

[crows-in-the-house]

Bill Cipher x Reader possesion hc's

tw: harm to reader, violence and blood?

i think he would posses you in your sleep, making sure you are deep in nightmare realm, getting in only when he's sure you won't wake up :

he will start his fun with drawing eyes on your eyelids and your forehead, maybe whole body if he's in the mood,

and the best part? It's going to be with a the pernament marker sucker!

if he gets bored he might start drawing triangles or riddles, sometimes just in places you won't see, like "Bill's property" on your nape (ha! you still have that you fool!)

oooh, and maybe he will tattoo that if you've been ignoring him lately

just so you know haha

will try to see if he can bite of ur fingers

will eat spiders (his fav human must be well feed)

will bath you in nailpolish so you're "well preserved"

will prank call random people hoping he finds any of the Pines numbers (so you two can go on a murder date!!)

will make a fashion show!

but don't hope it will turn out well, he will cut out "clothes" out of your curtains, make a shawl out of toilet paper and use a grater as a bracelet. Later you may just find yourself half naked cuz he bearly knew how to put back normal clothes on you (he will defend himself saying that real clothes are boring and out of style)

on the other hand he will also put on lots of jewelry and accesories - so you may also wake up with three hats, old winter glove, two bowties (which you didn't own earlier?) and 6 rings on your toes. enjoy!

sometimes Bill will just watch tv. Maybe he will comment on "my little ponny" or other shows, what else can he do? He has to talk to somebody, you know, while waiting for his lazy human. The next day you can feel ur throat burning and eyes itching

"what about building a portal?" - you would ask. Well no, he obviously does that. It's just that it's not so enjoyable when you don't have anyone to boss around! So he gets bored quickly and nags you about it later. Or send you more nightmares about it, cuz how dare you be so sloppy with your work!?

he will also draw himslef on all your mirrors so you can look at him every time u try to look at ur relfection (if you try to clean that off, he will just scratch it with something sharp the next day, so better be cearful, theres going to be lots of glass shards everywhere)

prolly will just throw brokade everywhere cuz its pretty

if he's feeling lonely or desperate he will start rewiring your brain, maybe adding a few fake memories where he's your hero, or putting himself in a place of somebody that helped you in hard sytuation. Remember that one time you got sick and somebody was next to your bed 24/7? Yeah it was Bill, do thank him.

will read all your thoughts about him

will drink a soup made of energy drinks and candy

will write his name on ur brain. or heart. or lungs, maybe just everywhere, why not?

will act like you in front of the mirror and compliment himself!

will try making a piercing. if he fails with your ears he will just practice on your tights! And neck!

will haunt down your friends, you better tell them you were just playing tag with them. Yes, with a knife, who doesn't?

will try to lick your eyeball

and elbow

also will hurt your body in weird ways but that obvious

(buuuut maybe, just maybe, he will make you not feel all the pain the next day. If he likes you that enough, that is)

[yearningaces]

OOOOOH OH I HAVE AN IDEA OH MY GOD HANG ON

TIME TO GO BACK TO KY ROOTS AS A LOVER OF THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE SUCH AS ELDRIDGE HORRORS

tw: briefly mentioned death, end of the world stuff, a touch of unreality?

2,080 words

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You were born with an odd birthmark. In the center of your chest, a strange marking of a few speckled points that form a shape, the skin lighter in between them, almost as if scarred. It's always been there, as common as a freckle, or a mole, or a blemish. It's a part of you.

Until it's something else.

Because you found an old bookstore owned by a sweet old couple with a heavy history. The isles seem endless, the books soon become tomes. And deep in those endless shelves, you find a dark book. The leather stained black with a purple sheen, stars painted along its spine. And the cover has a very familiar marking. One you see every time you look down, every time you glance in a mirror.

When you bring the book to the front, the couple seem equally confused. The older woman laughs when you say why it's so odd. Claiming it's yours since it apparently has 'your mark' on it. Her tone is light, playful even. Amused enough to let you take the book home.

So, you do. You bring it to bed as you settle in for the evening. And with baited breath you open it to the first page.

•ҠҴұѬғҾұҭӀѬҐұӂһӁҾұҾѬ•

…

What?

What is that?

The rest of the book is the same.

You set it aside, deciding if nothing else it's a pretty decoration. And you roll over to settle into sleep.

Although your dreams aren't what they usually are. Instead, you're adrift in an endless darkness, lit up by distant stars and gaseous clouds, stardust, and planets. It's breathtakingly beautiful if you had lungs.

Your consciousness drifts, bodyless, a light, the littlest star falling through the endlessness of existence.

And you fall closer and closer to a certain light of morpheus colors, it looks like pillars. Orange and red and white space dust, asteroids, matter forming three massive columns forming a triangle. One of them looks darker than the others, the colors fading, scattering. In the center? A light. So warm and inviting it is that you fall closer and closer to it. But in the center of this great light, is a hole. Tiny, microscopic, but very much keeping this form from being complete.

And as if it senses you, it morphs. It shifts within the pillars. Galaxy long appendages begin to reach out, swirling masses of matter changing colors with each wave of motion.

But the stars surrounding the 'pillars' brighten. The appendage returns within. It's not a random formation, it's something to contain. Keeping whatever is within the bright swirling mass of colors you could never hope to name, locked inside.

You drift through the vastness, closer. A soothing rumble of vibration somehow moves through you. An attempt to speak?

And suddenly, within your consciousness is another.

'Ah… you have returned to me…'

'Little Star… They hid you well.'

'Not well enough.'

The colors and lights begin to fade. The endless voice creeping in. The form within the prison of stars reaches out in a sorrowful seeming attempt. Noises you couldn't begin to phrase tearing from it as your consciousness is drawn away, back to where it's supposed to be.

Wide awake in bed. The next day. The dream isn't really remembered, little more than fragments that leaves you with a strange happiness in your chest.

You go about your day, unaware of the shift in the universe. Something no longer dormant, no longer willing to exist in the endlessness, confined within its prison.

Not when it knows you exist.

The next time you glance at the odd book, you have to do a double take. Because it's no longer unreadable.

•ҠҴұ Great ҰұӂһӁҾұҾ•

You flip through the book near frantically. Some words are understandable. 'betrayed', 'end', 'must', 'others', 'imprisoned'. Beyond them, it's just as much of a jumble as everything else was.

Astronomers everywhere make note of an oddity that night in their usual studies of the skies above.

That same night the dreams return, more vivid, more clear. Once more you're nothing but a little light adrift and falling gentle through it all. Closer to the pillars you saw once before. Only… another one looks faded and flickering.

The swirling mass of colors and forms writhes within.

'Were I a benevolent thing, I might be appeased with moments.'

'I am not.'

'Come closer, little star. Fear nothing of myself.'

It's not your consious choice to do so, but you do glide through the emptiness, slowly growing closer to something that seems endless and yet knows exactly where you are. You could almost imagine planet sized eyes surrounding you, following you. Soaking in every drop of light that you are in this moment. The form moves, it's figure amorphous and near endless as it lowers. Down, down, down until you look upon what might be a head? Nearly the size of the Milky Way in your mind.

'There you are,' the voice in your head croons sweetly, the sheer force of it rattling your very mind.

'So close, and yet… not complete.'

The head tilts, blending into the rest of its form. Once more shapeless.

'You are out there. Somewhere.'

'I will find you.'

Your bright starry self drifts inadvertently between the pillars. Close enough that a portion of the looming mass breaks away from itself. Reaching for you, calling to you. The closer it gets, the warmer your very consiousness begins to feel, an achingly sweet searing heat.

'Nothing could pray to stop me.'

And you wake up.

Somehow well rested, ready to tackle the day… but strangely wanting to go back to sleep. Back to the warmth that slowly fades as you wake.

•The Great ҰұӂһӁҾұҾ•

The tomb more legible but no less confusing. 'consume', 'all', 'taken', 'hidden away', 'prevent', 'remove'.

That day, a mass of reports come in, something happening far beyond where humans travel. But the rippling affects are already being felt.

Something is restless, and the stars are going out. One by one.

What can you do when night falls but return to bed? As if you hadn't been waiting all day, wanting that comfort, the restfulness you've never had until recently. And you find it once more.

Only this time you're within the pillars, the last one dim and fading. Your consiousness brighter than before, adrift freely wherever you wish to be within the center. The endless form of swirling light and colors circles around you. The strength of its attention heavy as a weighted blanket on a cold night.

'I have found you.'

The ominously soothing voice whispers in your thoughts.

'My little star, my missing peace.'

You can feel the sudden ache of being incomplete for a moment, yet it feels like a millennium. This is what it has felt for so long it's forgotten what being complete could possibly be.

The world around you swirls, the imprisoned encompassing you within lifetimes of space. Appendages as massive as planets growing smaller as they approach, for your comfort only. Most hovering closely, the few bravest brushing so very carefully against your light as if a spring flower growing graciously towards the sun.

'You will no longer be alone.'

'I will be there soon.'

'Fear for nothing, want for nothing, for I will bring everything and more you could ever wish for.'

You feel yourself fading once more, waking.

'Soon, sweet star.'

'Soon.'

The next morning it's made public. The expanses of space are somehow vanishing. The nothingness creeping across the stars. Faster each moment. Count them down. Breathe your last.

And yet when you wake, it's the softest sleep you've ever known.

•The Great Devourer•

You can read the tomb.

It tells of a creature known as The Great Devourer. The end of all. One of many creatures. The Endless Expanse being the Creature who broadens the universe, creating more and more as it moves. The Living Breath, the creature who brings the aspects of life to the most unexpected of places, The interlinking Bonds, the creature who binds the rules of existence together, establishing what can happen due to what. And the eldest of all, The Great Devourer.

While the other beings can be seen as creators, life gives, The Great Devourer will be the one to snuff out the candle of everything. Consuming all of existence until there is nothing left and it feasts upon itself, leaving a once endlessly existence void of all.

Fearing the fourth creature, the three bound together, creating a prison at the farthest reaches of the universe.

Bound by stars and void, confined within something greater than itself. Weakened when it's very heart was removed. Unable to escape.

The Great Devourer's heart was contained among the three for a very long time, before it fell from their grasp. Adrift through space and time until it fell to earth. Remade into something new. Something like you.

'It is time to return, little star.' the sweetest croon whispers in your head as you place the tomb down. Listlessly walking back to your bed. The room is dark, the air is cold, your bed is the most inviting thing you've ever known.

'Sleep,' it urges softly, the subtle jolt of electricity moving through your very nerves, your limbs suddenly so very relaxed, your eye lids closing.

Your consiousness leaves you for the last time, drawn to the endless skies above, drawn to where you belong. Only… the pillars are gone. The stars surrounding it are gone. And the skies surrounding you shift. Darkening into nothing as you suddenly change, moving halfway across the universe. Surrounded once more by it, The Great Devourer. It shifts, slowly encircling. You feel warm, heavy, tired. Wanting nothing more than to be closer, where you belong, where you've always belonged.

'I am here, my little star,'

'I will hold you close,'

'I will bring you home.'

You can see the few stars beyond its form fading, no… vanishing. All at once in giant sections, as if consumed. Suddenly gone. Leaving nothing but darkness with no end or lapse in its wake.

Your thoughts for a brief moment feel a flicker of human panic. This shouldn't be happening, what about you? Where are you? Where is your body?

You feel yourself wake, your consiousness attempting to return to the very human call of your mind, back to earth, back to your body. Like every time before. And you start to open your eyes, the sky outside dark, cold, freezing, you hear screaming, breathing is near inexistent, your lungs burn, your body paralyzed-

'No.'

The sudden booming demand rattles the very reality of existence, and all at once you snap back to where you are within this things embrace. In so deep a sleep you'll feel nothing.

The Great Devourer finally reaches out. An endless amount of appendages reaching, grasping, embracing as it draws you towards its center. The hole that never could be filled.

You are warm, and you are safe, and you are loved.

'No, little star.'

'You belong here,'

'you do not deserve to be there,'

'You must be here, where you are home.'

There's a brief moment, a flashing knowledge that your body is gone. It no longer exists. And with that, your consiousness solidifies where it is. Brighter, more vibrant, swirling and glowing in a far tinier fluidity than the endless expanse above you.

The sheer force of emotions that roll through you all come from The Great Devourer as it draws you closer, and closer. Adoration, reverence, a heavy warmth and gentleness, and so much more that defies all known words. But it is filling, and as you are drawn into The Great Devourer's embrace, you are both at once complete.

You are lost within what was your beginning and has become your end, never to so much as remember the fleeting mortal existence you once held.

To forever feel nothing but the purest of endless love, feeling as if laid within the softest of comforts, the gentlest of sleep, and every few millennium between your restful, endless drifting, you might rouse enough to hear the murmurs of The Great Devourer.

It's voice coming from within and surrounding you, whispers of comfort, of anything, of everything.

The Great Devourer is once more freed. Whole, and complete. To roam the universe, to consume its fellow creatures craft. To one day consume all, even itself.

Until The End

[yazthebookish]

This might be a bit long but the Gwynriel Reddit thread inspired me to let my thoughts flow about Gwyn and Azriel.

P.s. this will include some HOFAS spoilers.

I've said this before but SJM choosing to end Azriel's chapter with Gwyn is a choice. It's the beginnings and the endings of a chapter that authors tend to put a lot of thought into—so her ending the chapter which felt like her nudging readers' to Gwyn's direction is intentional.

Gwyn was not just a random addition, given their interactions throughout ACOSF their scene in the bonus chapter didn't feel out of place (even if readers' didn't expect to see her in it).

People try to invalidate the bonus chapter as much as they can but HOFAS had proved once again that they are important and canon (though I do think SJM and her publisher need to include these in the main books because they are crucial).

"You depend so much on a bonus chapter that a lot of readers don't have access to"

True but that doesn't mean the next book can't fill in the blanks because Azriel and Gwyn were already interacting in ACOSF, so having that romantic development in the next book (and the possible reveal that they're mates) + ON PAGE will still make it up for the readers that never read the bonus chapter. Like, CC4 will definitely bring up the fact that Ruhn and Lidia got married (despite it happening in a bonus).

I always considered the bonus chapter as a teaser for what will happen in the next book, Sarah confirmed she sprinkled little crumbs and I quote "I want to hear all your theories after you read the book and his [Azriel's] bonus scene, the crumbs have all been scattered, little bread crumbs everywhere" and it will keep readers guessing until the next book is out. So you won't know for sure how relevant or significant the bonus chapter is and the crumbs she scattered until you read the next book.

With that being said, Gwyn's cameo in the bonus chapter didn't come without some interesting clues: Azriel's shadows didn't warn him she was around, they were curious about her and she smiled at them, they danced and sang around her, Azriel revealed he sings because she asked, she thanked him with a smile and he felt settled even his shadows calmed.

We never saw his shadows react to anyone the way they did with Gwyn. They seem drawn to her, they danced, they sang, and while there are many theories about it but I absolutely do think if the shadows would be drawn to someone it would be Azriel's mate.

"Azriel and Gwyn had no romantic development and he didn't think about kissing her and all that"

But did every SJM couple start that way? No. And someone expressing the desire to kiss and hook up with someone is not always an indication of endgame (I can count multiple couples who kissed but weren't endgame).

The crumbs we had of them in ACOSF sets the groundwork for a romantic relationship to build in the next book—because who doesn't want to read about them both falling in love on page?

And yes, Sarah is capable of writing a love story from scratch in a single book (e.g., Tower of Dawn). Another example is how ACOMAF started with Feyre being in love with Tamlin and halfway through she started to really fall in love with Rhys.

The whole Azriel/Elain/Lucien triangle is messy as it is, so I don't think SJM would turn it into a square by inserting Gwyn. SJM could've chose not to give Gwyn and Azriel any ties in any way whether it was him rescuing her, him training the Valkyries, and again, including her in his own bonus chapter (hell even her boss:guardian Clotho made an appearance).

But she did and based on her pattern with her male love interests in particular, she doesn't really insert a new female or have females fight over the male love interest. I don't ever see Elain and Gwyn fight over Az, each might have an issue with Az on their own but do I see them argue with each other over Azriel? Absolutely not.

And if you look at the sequence of the scenes in his chapter, it gives a better idea of how it was planned:

1. Starts with Azriel reflecting on his loneliness while everyone left.

2. Elain shows up and they interact, Azriel gives her the necklace and they almost kiss.

3. Rhysand interferes and Az stops the kiss and tells Elain it was a mistake.

4. Az and Rhys argue and ends with Rhys ordering him to stay away from Elain and dismissing him.

5. Az leaves to the House of Wind wanting to work off the frustration but finds that Gwyn already occupied the training ring.

6. Gwyn and Az interact and he leaves the scene feeling settled down and his shadows calmed.

7. He wakes up, goes to the River House and finds Elain's necklace, he pockets it with the intention of returning it to the shop after the snowball fight.

8. Instead of the shop, he goes to the library to ask Clotho to give the gift to Gwyn and refuses to leave with it.

9. Going back and forth, Clotho eventually agrees and said she will tell Gwyn a friend gave it to her and she thanks Az for the joy it will bring to Gwyn.

10. Az leaves but the mention of Gwyn's joy sparked something in him that it brought a slight smile to his face, he buried the image in his chest where it glows quietly.

Both interactions with Elain and Rhys ended with him feeling miserable, but both interactions with Gwyn and Clotho ended with him feeling lighter and better—and to me that shows me how intentional SJM was with creating these parallels (including the shadows skittered back vs the shadows danced and sang).

Instead of Gwyn and Clotho we could've had Mor or Nesta or Amren, but SJM chose Gwyn and Clotho. Like, it could've ended after Rhys's argument but again, it's a writer's choice.

That's why no matter how many times I reread ACOSF my mind doesn't change much because SJM is not that subtle.

[shadowsingcalore]

I find it so funny that gwyn is never mentioned in the articles about the next book. That is not strange if you're not part of the fandom. Fandom Gwyn is a fanon creation. But it's so funny when you think of how convinced the gwynriels are. And then there are crickets everywhere outside the most active fandom corners. Four years of fanon and finally it will be revealed to them too that it was only fanon. Like everyone else already knows. At this point I'm just laughing about it.

Even in this recent one, its Elains book being speculated. Not Azriels. Gwyn was no where to be mentioned and neither where Gwynriel,

It really gives you a sense of relief when you realise Gwynriel isn’t acknowledged outside of the fandom. You’re not crazy for thinking Elains book is next instead of some random side character we’ve just met. Considering how huge gwynriel is as well in popularity - you’d think, even just to hook readers into the article they’d mention the ship but no. And it makes sense why they don’t mention Gwyn/Gwynriel - that ship is not only fanon, as Gwyn and Az aren’t canon LIs - its known within the fandom. 97% of casual readers have never picked up on it amd that is the audience these articles/newsletters cater too.

And Gwynriels throw around how elriels need to rely on articles - but its not even the case. If you’re claiming your ship is so popular, obvious and clearly set up within SF, then there should be plenty of sources talking about it. If its so clear Gwyn and Az are the next main characters, why have majority of these articles not picked it up? Not spoke about it? Its just silence and if I was a gwynriel, It would definitely be a hit to my confidence on the ship.

It has always been Elain/Az/Lucien. THAT is the triangle that will be explored. Gwyn isn’t part of the equation, gwynriels just forced Gwyn to be part of a narrative she was never set up for.

If the streets are right and we may get an announcement this March, all of this will at least be mainly over. All Mass needs to do is announce Elains book. There’s no way Lucien is getting a pov in the next book, so that disproves Elucien & obviously an Elain book won’t have a gwynriel romance, this disproving that ship too.

Omg I got my first anti anon! So cute. I'm going to disprove pretty much all of this by linking the post I made with my best friend talking about this because she is a casual reader but with notable writing and analysis skills and she not only predicted everything in the whole series that most didn't see coming, but she confidently declared that Gwyn is Az's mate so rest assured...that 97% is only coming out of your ass.

Anyway, even if you're right (which you're not, and you know you're not, which is why you're sending me posts from an account I have blocked)...I don't care lol. I've already openly said that even if E/riel happens, it affects me 0%. I've said this for over a year now. I've already written the romance I want for Azriel. And frankly, E/riel at it's theoretical best still wouldn't outdo what I wrote from a functional or structural point anyway. Two characters using each other for an escape from their problems while actively self-sabotaging and avoiding facing reality will never outdo fated mates finding each other across worlds and relating to their parallel experiences, healing, trusting, and loving one another while saving the world.

But again, I'm sure you know that, which is why you're here.

[prince-toffee]

A New Slivaze Two-Parter!:

Blaze-Con and Seal

Blaze-Con

“Silver?...” Gold attempted to get the grey fluffy hedgehog’s attention. She did not succeed. The future psychic had a clear case of the zoomies as evident by him flying and zipping from side to side. Collecting random bits and bobs into a handbag of his. Every calendar in his room was marked for today, there were like seven alarm clocks on his night stand, and... a planner, which was about to burst open full of sticky notes and bookmarks.

Gold noticed all this as she scanned his room, and it made her quirk her brow, “Since when does Silver have a planner? He's like the most disorganised, forgetful person I know. You know what's up with him?” Gold looked down to Marine at her side who was armoured up in her floaties, inflatable donut, two pool noodles, a pair of flippers, in a snorkel swimming goggles combo. If you haven't figured it out from the context clues, they were ready for the pool. The royal castle pool, Blaze didn’t want or ask for it, but she thought Marine would like it, and she was right. Gold had her swimming suit on as well.

“I dunno.” The girl shrugged, “Is he acting any weirder than usual?”

“Aren't you scared of drowning in all that... equipment?” Gold swirled her pointing finger in Marine’s direction. “Wasn't Blaze being a little overprotective with this?”

“No, she's just concerned, because she has the biggest heart.” Silver defended his partner before Marine could even reply.

“Yeah, I was gonna say something like that.” Marine chimed in, “Look, the water calls to me. Are we going to the pool or not?!” Marmar wriggled her arms around.

“Oh, nice of you to finally notice us. You going to the pool with us? Or are you doing whatever you're doing here?”

Silver finished his packing and zipped up his bag with a big smile on his face, “Sorry, can't today. Got plans. You two have fun though.” He was genuine.

Gold tilted her head to the side with a quizzical look on her face, “Wait? What's today? What's gotten you so excited?” The tenrec couldn't help but smile at the cheerful hedgehog. She always enjoyed seeing him happy.

“Blaze-Con.”

“... What?... What's Blaze-Con?” Gold gave Marine another confused look. Marine once again shrugged.

“Well, I'm glad you asked.” He answered smilingly. He had stars and sparkles in his eyes. His hands lit up covered in greenish-cyan energy, the bag unzipped, and a bunch of... merchandise flew out and onto Silver’s person. A purple T-shirt, flat cap, boots, mug, foam pointing finger, and small triangle flag; All saying the same thing: ‘#1 Blaze Fan’. “Blaze-Con is a convention for Blaze The Cat fans to meet up and talk about shared interests, that of course being; the admiration for Blaze The Cat. A convention and club of which I am the founder, organiser, in #1 VIP member of.” He proudly proclaimed with his chest.

Gold was once again speechless, “Well, I heard enough, let's go.”

“No, I'm interested in the premise now.” Marine smirkingly remarked, “Does Blaze know about this?”

He avoided eye contact, tapping his fingers together, “Only certain details.”

“Now, if you'll excuse me, I’ll have to get going, and make sure everything is in place at the venue.” His face flipped into a frown suddenly, “Last year we had to share our venue with the Sonic con last-minute. It was a nightmare, seeing his face plastered everywhere. Worst torture I've ever been subjected to, didn't speak to Amy for weeks because of that...” And he was from a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Then suddenly a smile and joy returned to his face, “Anyway, see you guys tomorrow. I'll probably try a dip in the pool then.”

He levitated up and zipped past them, but backtracked to Gold and gave her a hug, “Oh, and relax, it's your day off,  you deserve this. Try to have some fun, Goldie.” Gold was taken aback. And her friend was off. They were left in the doorway.

“Pool?” Marine asked.

“Pool.” Gold replied.

Seal

The sun was out, a nice cool breeze in the air, and the pool was just a few steps away. All things considered it was a perfect day, or rather it would be for most people. But Princess Blaze of Sol was not most people. There she was sunbathing on the pool chair, grumbling as she shifted and wriggled from side to side trying to get comfortable. The pair of shades she wore hilariously covered up the grimaced, scrunched up face. Her claws gript tightly at the sides of the lawn chair.  The Princess grunted and hummed, annoyed.

“Blaze?” The monarch turned her head, remembering she wasn't alone, to see Amy looking back at her with a confused look, “What are you doing? Are you okay?” She asked concerned.

Blaze cleared her throat and re-composed herself, “Yeah, yes, I'm alright. I'm good. Enjoying the uh- nice day. Simply trying to re ugh rel-augh ruh-” She sounded like she was about to throw up.

“...Relax?” Amy finished the sentence for her, still a little worried, more so even. “Blaze? Can you not... say ‘relax’?”

“HA! Yes, yes! That! That's right, that's what I was- that's the word, I was looking for, re-- that one.” Blaze laughed to herself, snapping her fingers in the air.

“Blaze, no offence, but you sound deranged. Blaze, have you ever tried relaxing before?”

“Uhmm, yes, of course, I remember once when I was six, my mother allowed me to keep my favourite Maple leaf collection, that I kept in my bedtime storybook!”

“Ohhh, cool.” Amy nodded with a forced smile on her face, “That... so sad, Blazey. I'm sorry. You know, I have a strong mother too.”

Blaze gave a long, tired sigh, “Yeah.”

“Cannonball!!” The small orange raccoon screamed as she sprinted past between them as fast as her little legs could carry her. She reached the edge of the swimming pool, and jumped! And splashed into the water, leaving an upsidedown donut float on the surface. Amy raised their drinks tray up which saved it from the impact waves Marine had made. Blaze remained unflinching, and unfazed as the water evaporated the moment it made contact with her body.

“Mari! Just be careful!” Blaze exclaimed in concern. Marine safely emerged from the water spitting out water like a fountain and cackled at her mentor, stuck her tongue out and mouth farted at her. The purple feline huffed and rolled her eyes, “Why do I even waste my breath?”

“She'll be okay, let the girl have fun,” Gold walked out behind Marine, covering her face; guarding it from the sun, “Eh, not used to clear skies.” She whispered that part to herself, “She's literally a sailor. She's fought robots, pirates, and suffers Silver every day. She'll be okay.” Gold remarked.

“Yeah, BB, you worry too much. Allow yourself to loosen up your shoulders a little, you don't have to carry the world on them all the time.” Amy reassured them.

“I know, I know. I just... sometimes struggle to shut my brain off. And for good reason; there’s a stack of papers waiting for me in my office. Not to mention I need to seal a peace treaty between two rival Queendoms, and sanction a new trade deal with a neighbouring antimatter dimension. And then there's Silver's birthday-”

“Silver's birthdays isn’t for another four months, girl. That other stuff is- yeah that does sound serious, but- You're still overthinking things, B.”

“You’re right. You’re right.” Blaze took a breath in and out. She closed her eyes and attempted to clear her mind as she often did when seeking to control her powers. She opened them once more to the site of the little raccoon she loved so much climbing out of the pool and then running back in and leaping into the water. She watched her do that over and over again, just laughing and cackling to herself, she was having the time of her life. Blaze was smiling before she knew it, ear to ear. Fully satisfied with helping form a core memory for her little girl.

“That's more like it!” Amy remarked merrily.

“Speaking of Silver, where is he? He said he had plans today.” Blaze questioned.

Gold scratched the back of her neck, “Oh, yeah, he's off to... Blaze-Con.”

She gave a smiley sigh, “Oh, he's still doing that, huh? Goddess, she's so silly and naive... And cute.” Amy gave her a knowing smirk, “Alright, alright, enough of you.” Blaze pushed her away.

“Go to your little girl. Take a dip. Enjoy today.” Amy gave her a friendly nudge. Blaze got up, and did as recommended, she sat down at the pool edge, solidifying a core memory for herself as well.

“Blaze! Blaze! Look! I'm a seal! Arg! Arg! Arg!”

[cracklinhaze]

hello!!! i LUV your fics. what's your process for outlining/posting? do you like to set a schedule?

thxxx !!!!

wassup anon <3

schedule

for my one-shots, those babies are all over the map. sometimes one gets stuck in development hell for a longass time, like the birds will still sing. other times, i have a random burst of insanity at three in the morning and scribble out where you don't see me like i'm possessed by the triangle himself.

for my longfics, like The Lying Game, i try to be a little more consistent. i usually update within 1-2 weeks of the last chapter depending on length, work, life, etc.—hint, chapter six is entering the final editing phase ;) of course, sometimes shit happens and there will be a longer break, but... i try. gods, i try.

i do keep an in-fic calendar for longfics! here's a peek at The Lying Game's schedule of events:

outlining

for outlining, i tend to script out my fics -- which makes sense since i am formally trained in screenwriting. it was my college major! (*parents everywhere boo loudly*)

i'll often scratch out the scenes i want in the chapter or one-shot, sometimes with a few lines of dialogue or just a short description and then i can move them around/fill it all in as the inspiration strikes.

the other thing i will often do for outlining is stating the purpose of the chapter or the subtext i want to hit, just as a reminder for myself when i'm writing. i talk to myself ALL the time in my document, very informally, as i build out what the point of each scene or chapter is:

and finally, i create an outline at the end of my documents with space for random dialogue that pops into my head, as well, so i have a list of interactions to pick from if it fits well in a scene.

a few insane examples from TLG:

this is also where i can place any dialogue/writing i cut from a chapter, just in case it works somewhere else!

it's not a NEW writing ideology by any means, but i like to live by the "don't force it" rule -- if i'm not having fun writing a scene, chances are it'll drag for the reader, too. so sometimes, it's just about restructuring the puzzle pieces so that it fits together in a way that moves on both ends.

also, yes i write on black pages with blue text. idk. it was something i started doing for eye strain and never stopped!

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thanks for dropping by and thank you for reading <333

xoxoxo

[feralkwe]

top five worst tropes, in your opinion?

ooh! a tough one, because there are so many tropes, and so many categories of trope (character trope, relationship trope, plot trope) that i could make a list just in one of them. but just generalized off the top of my head, no specific category:

5. amnesia. oh my GOD i hate an amnesia plot, especially when it is the only thing preventing the conflict from being resolved, or used as the conflict keeping a ship apart. the closest thing to an amnesia plot i have ever liked, and i feel dirty giving terry goodkind anything related to a compliment, but the chainfire spell in the last two sword of truth books was actually compelling because *everyone* magically forgot the character in question existed, every touch of her was wiped away in an actually cool concept. it's too bad tg wrote the most insufferable male protagonist ever committed to the page. he seriously ruined the entire series by existing. i wish there was a chainfire spell to make me forget richard rahl.

4. the misunderstanding. if your whole story arc/plot/reason a ship can't sail is because of some misunderstanding that could have been resolved with a reasonable conversation, you've lost me. it's uninteresting to me. it's just so flimsy as a concept that it cannot carry the weight of a compelling story. it makes the characters feel shallow. come up with a better obstacle. i believe in you.

3. deus ex machina. i love a good twist or unexpected turn, but babygirl you gotta leave us crumbs that lead us there, even if we, the reader, might be too dumb to see them. idc if it's a random convenient power introduced at the exact moment it's needed or a literal deus ex lowered on a crane to solve the problem. if it's too convenient without any context clues, i'm gonna be annoyed because i feel cheated. leave that stuff to the theatre professionals. you're not an ancient greek.

2. the perfect protagonist everyone loves. no, i don't mean mary sues as they've been smeared across fiction everywhere. i love me a mary sue! more people should be so bold! i mean the characters who never seem to have conflict with anyone ever. everyone is their friend. no one ever argues with or challenges them. no one is ever annoyed with them. wronged parties forgive them right away, even when they are wrongity wrong wrong. even the pc of an rpg runs into personality clashes with their closest companions and have to rng their way out of it. give me a little grit or friction, please! bonus irritation points if the characters just bang and it's all forgiven.

1. the love triangle. just... heck off i am so tired of it. no one writes it in an interesting way anymore. it's always obvious who will pick who in the most boring way. more often than not the third person is just mistreated and left hurt and alone or as a lazy plot device to keep the main couple in conflict. let me balance the scales of my terry goodkind compliment from earlier by saying that he did this most egregiously to my poor girl nikki in confessor, building her up in a relationship with the horrible protagonist who did not deserve her until the last minute when she helped rescue his real love. then he just... discarded her. it's boring. give me (believable, well developed) polyamory or find a better conflict for your obviously destined to be endgame couple. heck, even give me a person who genuinely loves both people and *tries* while slapping on a bittersweet ending! if your third person is disposable then your character did not earn their hea*.

*i purposely left off the hea. that's a post of its own.

[theangryjikooker]

Saw your username. Resonated with my current mood so I'm gonna vent at you. Sorry in advance✨️✨️✨️

I was just on Insta to mindlessly scroll, as you do, and within seconds I saw a reel about the whole "Tae recording at JK's". Which. you know. Cool. Sweet.

But I'm so tired and annoyed that this supposed collab (which why wouldn't they promote that?) has already more Army up in arms than Letter did. It's already stirred more goddamn shipping in the "neutral/ot7" spaces, perpetuating the same narrative, somehow. It's gonna create a whole new wave of Tkkers being self-righteous, after they dragged JM through the mud once again for a hpb picture.

Tae namedropping JK is just "more" to everyone than Jikook spending quality time together.

Letter could've been recorded at JKs or JMs for all we know.

And I know, I'm sounding like a petulant insane child, but I just wish sth would shut Tkkers up properly because they are insufferable and just everywhere. Jikookers are very over the top too (the wristwatch? Really?), but since they don't get exposure except to those already looking it up, it's not as in your face.

And, because I already am digging a grave anyway: what the fuck is up with it always being Tae that does something to further Tkkers. I don't hope he does that intentionally - he seems like a good egg - but his track record is irking me. Randomly mentioning JK in lives, starting a live in JK's home w/o him knowing, now this whole thing. Maybe I'm just annoyed that if Jimin did any of that, he'd be accused of every crime under the sun.

Tkkers really know how to take the fun out of shipping. At least for me. Most other shippers are just chill and a usual amount of delusional. Maybe because those not shipping tkk usually know what a real relationship between adults is actually like, while tkkers only know toxicity and love triangles and drama from shitty books and shows.

The fandom as a whole is comprised of a majority who bias Taehyung and Jungkook—not always together, but there’s significant overlap. That’s the overarching issue, with Jimin being the only other person in the group who has an equally substantial relationship with Jungkook, hence the artificial ship wars.

Personally, both Tkkrs and Jkkrs have taken the fun out of shipping. As weeks and months go by, I just don’t see how any of the recycled arguments and delusional takes that’s constantly peddled by shippers are worth my time or energy. None of what’s actually happening is the boys’ fault. If any of the BTS members want to drop names at random, they should be allowed to, but the people making it into a bigger deal than it should be are their fans.

I understand why people in the same boat as you get frustrated, but at the same time it’s all a bit silly. The less engagement I have with fandom and, specifically, shipping spaces, the more peace I have as a participant. You didn’t ask for advice, but I think it’s a solid takeaway for anyone already pulling their hair out at lame discourse.

[kmp78]

´´ JL can’t afford another image damage so he’s hiding with GT inside hotels. No NYC strolls this time ´´

There is only one entrance to the Bowery. I checked on Google Earth.. Behind the hotel there is nothing, no street to avoid the paparazzi. In a photo where she is not wearing makeup, in her video, we see a white parquet ceiling like in the hotel rooms and we also see triangles that are at the entrance of the Hotel. I don't know if this kind of thing is everywhere in NY but maybe she was at the Bowery.

But Weird that there are no photos 🤷🏻‍♀️

Why would there BE any pics of her coming and going from Bowery?

NO ONE KNOWS HER! 🤷🏼‍♀️

You think the paps are gonna see a random Asian modelita in NYC walking on the street and suddenly realize she must be on her way to bone a celebrity? 🙄

[cosmicsnowleopardcrusader]

My dreams last night. Many different scenes, places, people. All family. Jenn, Caroline, Julia Natalie, Jack, Trey, Mom, Dad.

Mom, Jack and I were on this ride going straight up, we were only sitting on this yellow circular flat intertube with no walls or protection from falling. I remember Jack saying, you just gotta hold on tight it’ll be fine!! We started getting higher than the Ferris wheel. Mom was showing me her phone, telling me she wasn’t getting all my texts, so I said “we’ll have to use another communication app”

I was flying overseas, wasn’t sure where I was going. It wasn’t the same reality as this earth, the places were a little different, I didn’t feel scared or weird not knowing where I was going. Here I was also traveling in a tiny vessel with no protection, so high in the atmosphere and one quick movement we would’ve fallen out. I kinda feel like Kelsey was with me. She was asking me something and I was helping her with answers.

A part that may tie into this one ^ was with me, Trey, Jack, Rasmus girls. We were hanging out in this breathtaking green paradise, rolling hills of luscious forests surrounding a jaw dropping aquamarine blue colored lake. The lake kinda sat in the forest as if it was in a crater, the hills were talll and the lake was deep. I saw a zoomed out version before the dream ended— we were hanging out in the only house on the entire lake, gorgeous white triangle shaped, made out of opal or pearls or some crystal with a rainbow reflection I couldn’t believe how gorgeous it was. Sitting on the hill amongst a majestic forest and lake. At one point Trey and I were staying on one of the house levels, made of white brick everywhere. Once our stay was over, it was almost like it was a season change bc we had to pack up, winterize our rooms at the house, and move to another floor of the house.

At one point I remember asking jack, “sooo like where are we?” And he goes “we just traveled overseas and you have no idea where we’re at!!?” “We’re somewhere near Russia and Transylvania.” I was like ooooooh ok.

At one point I was walking around this urban area, transitioning into a different part of the dream, and I saw my cousin Jenn sitting at a park bench reading. She looked angelic, absolutely beautiful with glowing skin, luscious dark purple hair, perfect makeup. “Omg Jenn what’re you doing here!!!” She’s like “oh hey girl! Just hangin out!” I was like “dopeeeeee see you later! It’s almost like Jenn was hangin out in the astral plane as I was passing by.

Just remembered another scene of the night. I was in this wooden warehouse with random things on the ceiling and all the sudden I see a wax figure of MYSELF sitting next to someone in a slay or something that’s hanging from the ceiling. I remember asking someone “wait is that… my body and my skin and my avatar?!” Like am I not in my body right now lol. It was so vivid, I even remember seeing my birthmark on my left hamstring as i was looking up / analyzing what i was seeing. that’s how I knew it was me up there. Sooo weird.

[the0racl30fd3lphi]

More than friends, a little more than lovers x.t. (p.2)

a/n: all the love you've given the first one literally makes me want to cry. i've never felt as seen and appreciated as i have when in my writing, so i really appreciate you all. i thought it was gonna flop but i just wanted to put my work out there. so here's part 2 i guess 😭 i also only ever seem to write when i'm so tired my exhaustion is seeping out of my ass i love you all.

pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

summary: nevermore's favorite "tortured" couple has separated and the school walks around on glass waiting to see the outcome.

warnings: fluff, angst, love triangle (kinda) light swearing? not much tho, suggestive themes

word count: 1,858

part 1 part 3

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It'd been three weeks since you and Xavier fell out of contact, in a way. You stopped stopping by his dorm nightly, you packed a smaller lunch, you sat next to anyone else in the classes you shared. And that little box? Kept under your bed? No new additions, still a secret (bar Val) but a little more dusty.

Every few nights or so, Val would catch you turning to face it's direction. You'd twist you'd turn, you'd reach but it'd falter. Your arm falls back down and you'd turn around in the other direction. Soon you stopped taking care of yourself as well. Obviously while keeping up appearances so no one bothered you. Val noticed though. She always knew what was up with you before you knew.

On the other side of the spectrum Xavier wasn't doing so well himself. Almost every night he spent at Ajax's dorm, crashing on a chair so not to oppose his roommate, or at his art studio. Turns out deep in the woods with nothing else but his feelings and his art, really sparks the inspiration.

His inspiration was you. Ceiling, to wall, to floor it was you. Any part of you that he remembered was everywhere. Nothing to disgrace your dignity, of course. The only dignity getting ruined was his. If anyone saw any of his work recently they'd call it a stalker obsession with you. He hated himself for not noticing earlier. For losing you. Every night he remembers the week you pulled away. Then he remembers the months before that when he pushed you away.

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"Hey, how were classes?" He ran up to you after catching a glimpse of you in the halls.

"Fine," You said so quietly he almost missed it.

"You okay?" The slight crinkle between his brows made your stomach turn in a good way and a bad one, you couldn't do it anymore.

"Great." With that you disappeared.

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You opened the door to Botany class, the overbearing replacement for Ms. Thornhill welcomed you when you showed up right after class was supposed to start. Mumbling an apology, your eyes caught Xavier's and he nodded with his head for you to sit down.

Instead of taking your normal place by his side you sat down next to Yoko far away from him. You spent the whole class period ignoring his gazes and attempts to get your attention. You had sped so fast once the bell rang to leave a gust of wind passed by you.

Twisting and turning through the corridors to make it to your next class a gentle hand gripped around your elbow and pulled you into the empty classroom next to you.

"What's up with you?" Xavier closed the door behind him and moved to stand next to you.

"Nothing's up with me," you tried to turn and escape him but he blocked your path each time.

"Somethings up," he grabbed your arm to keep you in place. "First you don't show up last night and then you don't sit next to me in class? What's going on?" His head kept moving to try and place itself in your line of sight.

"If you don't know what it is by now, it's obviously nothing!" Trying to keep yourself calm you rip your arm out of his grasp and ran out the door. To keep yourself hidden, you used the late Principal Weems ability and shifted into a random student so he couldn't recognize you.

Xavier rushed out of the classroom and stood in the hallway, getting pushed and shoved students annoyed he was blocking the way. If you were even there, or turned back to see him, you would've noticed the way he searched for you. The way his head shook as he rubbed the back of his neck. The sound a nearby locker made after the front of his boot made connection with it. The groan that left his mouth as he rubbed the top of his shoe trying to bring circulation back in his toes.

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"Hey Xavi! How you doin'?" you asked so positively, smiling widely and so radiantly. Looking back now, he wished he could have actually seen your face. Looking back now, he wished he actually looked at you. All he can remember was anything from his peripheral. Which is not a lot.

"I'm fine," he mumbled looking down at his phone, and then all around him. He was restless.

"Fine as in bad or fine as in good?" you tried to press. You shuffled and adjusted so now you were laying upside down next to him.

"Fine as in fine." He looked down to his phone once more, and the clock struck midnight. And just like Cinderella and her shitty little shoe, he ran to the window and opened just enough to hear...

Wednesday.

Wednesday on her dumb little cello.

It was unfair that she was so talented, so good at playing the music. Of course he adored her, who wouldn't?

"It's so... melodic," Xavier basically swooned out the window. Remember those cartoons, when the character smells a pie or something and floats around following the aroma? Welcome to the dumb stupid look on Xavier's face.

"She's playing the melody of... the Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 remixed with Lady Jane by The Rolling Stones that's why its melodic." You looked at him like he was genuinely and idiot. "It's written to sound like that."

He completely ignored you.

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Classes were tense. It was even as if the teachers knew something was up, which they probably did. You couldn't tell if it was comforting or strange how the distance between you two effected the school. At least you knew you weren't crazy now, other people thought they had something too. You're not alone in your delusion, yippie.

It was night again, and you fell into the same delusional habit as you did every night. Yet this time Val said something.

"Doll, I adore you. You know this," She starts pulling you down onto her bed as you walked passed. "So all of this is out of love, get your shit together!" She smothered a pillow into your face and laid her whole body weight onto you.

"Which shit this time?" You rolled her off you and slapped her in the stomach.

"The Xavier one," she turned over to face you.

"Oh for the last time-" You started before it earned you a solid slap on the arm.

"Shut up you're literally living in a pipe dream, Xavier is everything to you just kiss and make up already! It's painful to watch you sulk like this," Val squeezed your cheeks together and slapped the side of your face.

Tapping right back into your favorite mimic powers, you quickly grew a two fangs and your eyes glowed red as you barred your teeth at her. She hated cringe acts that felt like they came right out of a CW show.

"Yes, please, bite me my mystical dark overlord!" She pretend purred at you and slapped your stomach once more real hard. Hard enough to make you groan and suck the fake fangs right back in. "I'm a vampire slut, you can not scare me with my own tactics."

That night, you turned on your side once more and thought, maybe it was a good idea to pursue. That night, when you considered floating that little box under your bed that felt so scary to think of, you did. And you traced the outlines of a photo you drew of him, watching it move and watching his smile grow as he turned to face the foreground.

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Maybe it had been three days since you considered making up with Xavier. Maybe you still hadn't done anything about it but consider, that's regardless of the point now.

It had been however, three days since you unblocked him and stopped throwing away the letters and drawings he sent you begging to apologize.

You looked at him once. In class, across the room from him you felt his burning gaze fester on the side of your head. So you looked. And his eyes widened. And some color rose back in his face. And the corners of his lips twitched up. And his iris' got smaller as his pupils widened at the sight of you.

It felt like a dream, right out of a movie scene. Damn Mr. Winston and his last 30 minuets of free time in this dumb poetic writing class. He was young, he understood what it was like to be in high school so he was very laid back. Because of this your headphones were in, and your women-crush-Wednesday (no pun intended) Taylor Swift played in your head. Wonderland.

She really could write something for every situation you could find yourself in. Xavier and his student green eyes and that cheshire cat smile. Caught in this trance, staring in his eyes, you nodded. Quietly you mouthed, Okay.

The life that filled his whole body at your silent confirmation was enough to fill you with a sense of hope. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe the situation was much more different than you thought.

"tonight?" he texted you quickly. "9pm?"

"nightshade library." you sent back.

He looked back up at you and smiled lightly, sadly.

A new type of ecstasy filled your veins at the prospect of tonight. Things will change, you hoped. Things will change, you were sure of it.

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"Okay, I'm going." You breathed out standing in front of the door. The handle felt menacingly cold when you reached for it.

"Wait, love wait!" Val stumbled out of bed and twisted you around to face her. Smoothing out your clothes and fluffing your hair, "I am so proud of you my girl. This is insanely brave of you, now go, go!" She kissed the top of your head and pushed you out the door.

"Fuck him senseless! Don't let that skinny white boy top you, you're better than that!" She called out after you before shutting the door. You could hear her cackle from down the hall and you yourself laughed. Headphones were your saving grace at this point, calming the inner monologue.

The walk felt eternally long and frighteningly short. Way too soon you were at the statue, snapping twice, and walking down the stairs. He was already there. Xavier was pacing around in a line playing with all the rings on his fingers. Fidgeting was what he did when he was nervous.

The last click of your boots on the tile floor grabbed his attention. Maybe it was the lighting, but the second he turned around he looked worse for wear. You hadn't seen him like this in a long time. Not since he left for the summer last year, knowing he'd be stuck at home with his family, and away from you. Granted only until you two snuck away from your psychotic families, and ran away for the rest of the summer using your mimic ability to the fullest.

"Hi." You whispered, so quiet he could barely hear it. So familiar he prayed he'd never have to hear it again.

"Hey."

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tried to get this part 2 out as fast for y'all as i could! so if you like it enough, a part 3 will follow with the ending i have not planned out yet. if you don't, the ending is left up to interpretation. did they make up? did they make out? did they fall further apart? who knows! ( i don't yet we'll see)

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