#there's no way you *randomly* picked that out of the thousands of fan questions to answer

[il-predestinato]

charles marc hervé perceval leclerc "randomly" picks a fan question to answer: YES, I ORGANIZED MY PADEL DATE WITH MAX EMILIAN. IT WAS AN AMAZING DAY. I WON BTW. DID I MENTION I HAD AN AMAZING DAY WITH MAX??? BECAUSE IT WAS AMAZING, JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME THE FIRST TIME. AND DON'T FORGET THAT I WON.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Father | Sykkuno

Requested? Yup! I hope you like it!

Warnings? Nah

Summary: Sykkuno disappears from streaming for six months only to come back with a few new life changes

Word Count: 1,383

“Are you sure he’ll be okay?” Sykkuno asks nervously for the millionth time.

“He’ll be just fine. Besides we can always come pop in if you want us to,” you reassure him, and when Sykkuno still looks unsure you press a kiss to his lips.

“Darling, it’s all gonna be okay. I’m right here if you need me.”

Sykkuno searches your eyes for a moment before nodding silently. He presses a long kiss to your lips before leaning over to press a kiss to your son’s forehead. You send him another soft smile before shooing your husband off to his recording room.

Sykkuno had decided to take off the past six months when he found out his wife was pregnant. He wanted to focus on you and his son as much as possible, trying to spend every possible second with the newborn in the household. It was difficult not to tell his fanbase about the million new aspects in his life but he also valued his privacy.

Especially when it came to you. You were the most precious thing in his life, never wanting the world to get to you in any way. His son was on the same level, his whole world the minute he was born. He could think of nothing else, focus on nothing, but you and his son. His whole world, his loves, his everything.

His job also meant everything to him. He had worked at his youtube career for so long and his fans meant everything. They supported him through so much and he owed them everything. However, he knew he needed time away before letting them in on two of the biggest moments of his life.

As he sits down at his streaming desk, a wave of nerves hits him for a moment before stilling practically a second afterward. He was anxious to stream for the first time in a while. He had decided for the first time back to mostly sit and talk, give them all of the updates, tell them why he randomly disappeared, and let them know about the biggest things going on in life.

He gets everything set up, the motions coming back like he hadn’t been away for so long. His mind wanders to you as he works, wishing you were sitting with him, talking to him softly about your day, about your son, about your friends, whatever. Just listening to your voice as he works.

You wander around the apartment, bouncing your son on your hip as you slowly pick up random things to clean up. Your mind is not where it’s supposed to be, focusing solely on your husband and his upcoming stream. You had become so used to Sykkuno being around so much it felt empty the minute he stepped away.

You knew him going back to streaming was inevitable, and you would never keep him away from his job. It meant so much to him and you loved the glow in his eyes when he finished a stream and came to tell you all about it. It was special. You smiled mindlessly as you wandered around, thinking about your husband and how lucky you were.

Sykkuno makes sure everything is perfect, double and triple checking everything on stream before deciding to finally hit start on his stream. Chat pops up immediately, thousands of comments greeting him and questions asking where he’s been flood instantly and he smiles sheepishly.

“What’s going on guys,” he asks and the questions keep coming and coming.

He lets them go for a minute, the mods doing the most to filter and keep out the hate and he nods and smiles as he takes another deep breath.

“I know I’ve been away for a while,” he starts and watches as chat simultaneously reminds him that he left without a word for six months and while others support him.

“And I just kinda wanted to explain to you guys what happened.”

His mind races for a moment, trying to think of a way to word this but he knew he had to just let it out. Let out the two biggest secrets he had been hiding.

“So for a while now, I’ve actually been married. A few of you guys speculated when you saw the ring on my finger and it’s true. I married the love of my life,” he says smiling wide at the thought of you.

Chat blows up, to the point he isn’t sure whether or not twitch can handle how many questions are running at him at once. He tries to skim through it, hoping to answer a few of the millions coming through.

“How long ago did you get married? Uhh about a year ago,” he says absentmindedly fiddling with his wedding ring.

He nods as he searches for another question, hoping to clear half confusion for the disappearance.

“Who is she? What is she like? Guys, don’t tell her I said this but she’s the best. The better half of me and I love her so much.”

His smile had grown significantly and he decides to search for one more question before dropping his other news.

“Can we meet her? Well actually,” he trails off grabbing his phone from the desk in front of him.

He sends a quick text to you, asking if you would feel comfortable coming on stream and possibly even showing your son on stream.

Just as you rock your son to a light sleep, your phone dings with a text from your husband. Your head tilts, pulling it out of your back pocket and maneuvering it around till you can see. A smile replaces your confused look when Sykkuno asks if you and Christian could come visit stream.

You send him a quick yes and he tells you to wait until he tells you to come in.

“Okay guys, she’s gonna be here in a second. But I have to tell you the main reason I stopped streaming.”

“I am now a father,” he explains simply and chat lags so badly he’s certain it’s broken.

“I have a son named Christian, he’s 6 months old,” and he smiles when he realizes the irony of it.

At this point you had been standing next to Sykkuno’s recording room, listening to your husband talk about your little family and smiling. It made your heart fly to hear him talk so fondly of your life together.

Your phone dings with the text telling you to come in and you slowly open the door before shutting it behind you. Sykkuno’s eyes are already on you and you smile, lifting your sons hand to wave at him and he giggles lightly before reaching his hands out to you.

You nervously step into frame, Sykkuno wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Guys these are the loves of my life,” he introduces and you giggle looking over at him.

“This is my wife (y/n), and our son Christian.”

You wave Christian’s hand to the camera and laugh when Sykkuno grabs his hand and pretends to take a bite of it. He presses a kiss to his son's forehead and Christian is completely unaware of it all, snoozing happily.

“I’ll join you in a little bit, yeah?” Sykkuno asks and you nod.

You lean forward, pecking his lips without a second thought and take you and your son back out and to the living room. You sit for another 10 or 15 minutes before the door opens and Sykkuno comes out a tired smile on his lips.

You stand, placing your son in his bounce chair and make your way over to your husband. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he pushes his face into your neck causing a giggle to escape your lips.

“I love you and our little family so much. You know that right?” he asks when he comes up again to look at you.

“Of course darling. I don’t think I’ll ever love anything as much as you and our son,” you say trailing your hand to his cheek, your thumb rubbing back and forth absentmindedly.

He smiles leaning into your touch before pressing his lips to yours, the same kiss that makes your heart go wild.

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[qqueenofhades]

did you watch lucifer season six and what are your thoughts pls and ty

Ahaha. Yes. Yes I did watch it. Then I cried for a literal hour and attempted to compose myself, only to start crying again when I lay down and kept on thinking about it. Then I had more feelings. Then I slept like the dead due to emotional trauma. Then I reblogged gifsets and had More feelings. Then @buffaluff and @flynnanimal watched it and also required emotional support due to drowning in their own tears. So, uh... we're all fine here now. How are you?

My main takeaway from the final season was the sheer amount of love for the characters, story, and fans that you could feel shining through all the episodes, and which made SUCH a refreshing change. I had feelings in my tags the other day about how a show about the devil was constantly goofy, hopeful, loving, and uplifting, rather than all the grimdark nonsense they could have easily done with it. (As I said, just imagine it as written by the GOT idiots?? NO THANK YOU.) The writing really loved everyone and wanted to give them a proper ending and emotional journey, and it wanted to show the fans that they weren't stupid for having invested six seasons of effort and emotion into this, and just... that is so much rarer than it should be? Compare all the movies and TV shows that treat their fans like the enemy, that want to outsmart them at all costs even if it means changing major plot elements, that ferociously guard spoilers and think that "shock value" means good writing, by throwing hackneyed cliche upon cliche and making everything Depressing, and just... Lucifer had its hiccups and slow points and missteps, of course, but I am SO glad they didn't do that. The entire show consisted of Lucifer slowly but steadily progressing toward being a better man, despite mistakes and setbacks and sometimes a little too much will-they-won't-they. (Season 3 was the only one where I got bored and skipped over the filler episodes with Pierce/Lucifer/Chloe in order to get to the end).

That is an essentially simple premise, but they stuck to it, and they didn't try to create more drama by randomly wrecking what they had already established. I wrote a fic all the way back in mid-season 2 (In Nomine Patris) that ended up predicting quite a few of the future characters who had not yet appeared on the show at that time, including Eve, Michael, and Azrael, and several plot points, including the very major one of Lucifer returning to hell for the sake of his daughter with Chloe. And while this might mean that I am just that good at guessing TV shows (I would like to think this....) it also means that the writers set expectations, followed through on those expectations, and didn't suddenly derail everything or turn it totally on its head just for the sake of cheap shocks. As we can all attest, they certainly caused PLENTY of drama, anguish, pain, and suffering, but they did it in a way that remained faithful to the overall premises of the story and the characters, and wanted to see them become the best versions of themselves. I cried my eyes out at the end and then thought, "hey, I might want to watch the whole series again," which, if you ask me, is the mark of doing your job right. There have been so few TV endings recently where I didn't immediately swear off the whole thing or have to pretend that canon didn't exist, so yeah.

As I said, it was just refreshing to watch something that had that essential deep generosity at its core, where the message is that everyone is worthy of love if they make the hard and painful effort to change and become better, and that even if earthly things feel small next to all this messy celestial drama, they still matter, and that you are loved no matter what. I loved that Amenadiel became God and Lucifer returned to hell as a choice in order to help all the trapped souls be able to work through their guilt and go to heaven. There were obviously certain echoes of The Good Place in that ending; I don't know if it was something they had planned all along or if the success of TGP, another series asking deep questions about life, death, morality, and human nature within the framework of a goofy heaven-and-hell sitcom, influenced it, but either way, it worked so well. Even if it tore my heart out and stomped on it on the ground, it was fitting and oh so lovely to see Lucifer, once the most selfish being in the entire universe, following in Linda's footsteps and becoming selflessly dedicated to helping other people. Just. Chef's kiss.

And of course, Deckerstar. The Hades and Persephone vibes were IMMACULATE this season, and while it did take Lucifer and Chloe the best part of four seasons to get together, they never significantly backslid, never had third-party issues or cheap cheating storylines once they were officially a couple, and Tom Ellis and Lauren German REALLY killed it this season in particular. It was never easy for them and sometimes the drama went on a little too long over the course of said six seasons, but the love story was beautiful and incredibly meaningful and always true to the fact that the actors and characters and writers (not to mention the fans) all loved it so much. They were so much the emotional heart of this, and when they went to hell together in episode 6x03 (where they turned into cartoons because wHAT even IS this show), Joe Henderson said in an interview that this was to give the fans a view into Lucifer and Chloe's future (after) lives post-6x10, and to offer them a basis to write fanfiction. I mean... the showrunner saying to the fans "here, we love you, have something to write fic about!" is likewise pretty shockingly rare. It's again an example of how this show always audaciously poked fun at itself, never took itself TOO seriously, and was always welcoming its fans and the people who loved it to do so, rather than making them feel stupid or taking joy in wrecking beloved characters or plots.

Obviously, I loved Rory, the badass lesbian half-angel goth Deckerstar child straight out of My Immortal (seriously, she was SO edgy, it was amazing), because of the fact that Lucifer's entire arc was always about feeling abandoned by his father and that he was going to have to face it for himself. Dorky Devil Dad Lucifer trying his absolute HARDEST to bond with his daughter was simultaneously hilarious, adorable, and heart-wrenching, and yet again, the Growth. We all remember when he could barely tolerate Trixie touching him, and now we're here. Also, any variation whatsoever of "this is just a brief moment of time that we must be apart, love is eternal and stronger than death and we will never really leave each other" as a line is guaranteed to make me bawl my eyes out. So that was fun.

I got a big kick out of Ghost Dan running around and trying to get everyone to see him, and had feelings about seeing him in heaven with Charlotte and his beloved Pudding Pops at the end. I had feelings about how they handled Ella finding out the truth (or rather demanding to know why nobody had told her) and of course, I obviously loved Maze and Eve and their goth/femme wedding and the fact that they got a good three-season romantic arc (indeed, I wanted more of them). My god, Trixie is SO BIG, she used to be a tiny little nugget. I love that Linda was the moral and emotional rock all along, from the first episode to the very last, and that Amenadiel was Deeply Vindicated when Charlie's wings appeared at his first birthday party. I love how Lucifer in s6 is absolute thousands of light years from Lucifer in s1. And as ever, Chloe was Perfect. I am happy that I spent six seasons with these characters and saw them become better, and that I was never made to feel like an idiot for trusting the writers to end everything in a beautiful and emotional way. Because, well. They did. Sure, maybe I could go back and pick at a plotline here or a detail there, but I don't terribly feel the need to do so? It might not have been perfect, but it was perfect, and I am so grateful that it existed.

[holocene-sims]

Astronomy asks: how about 5H, 6H, and 7H for Shannon and Colm? 😚

thank you for the ask!! ❤️

i'm in a picture mood today despite all of them coming out not quite as i wanted them to...so have this as a free bonus ✨

5H ⇢ do you have a hobby? which one(s)?

probably surprisingly, shannon is big into video games 🎮 she's also a bit of a musician and singer on the side, just rather shy about it

one of colm's hobbies is not playing sports but watching them. this man has a whole ass twitter account where he rambles exclusively about sports, mostly gaelic football and soccer (okay, football...i'll call it by the word the rest of the world uses) but grant is also slowly turning him into a hockey fan, albeit a very confused one

has he ever gotten into a fight on twitter over sports? yes

another one of colm's hobbies is reading about and debating philosophy, though. go figure. sure, it was his major, but shockingly he is interested in the subject itself and didn't just pick it at random

6H ⇢ do you consider yourself a workaholic?

honestly no (?) for both LOL

shannon kind of is but more so in the way that she enjoys the subject she's an expert in on a personal level, so she doesn't mind churning through a ton of papers or writing one up. but it's not the work she's concerned with, it's the actual content for her personal interests

colm definitely is not. don't get him wrong, he's passionate about his current work with the bar he owns, but he went that direction in life because it feels less like work and more like having fun. the whole, you know, 9-5 bullshit would actually kill this man. he really hates working on other people's time and he'd rather NOT be on the hook for some stupid boss

7H ⇢ what do you consider green flags in a relationship?

they're married, so i'll answer for each of them one of the green flags they saw in each other

for shannon, one of those green flags was willingness to sacrifice to not stand in the way of each other's ambitions.

if you think about it, they have a very unconventional relationship. they were together at the same university, always around each other, for four years in ireland, then he came to live with her in the u.s. they were there maybe a few months before she decided to go back to get her doctorate. he didn't want to go back, especially since he'd already established the bar, and she didn't want to force him to go back either, so they lived separately for six years. they even got married in the middle of that, when she was about a year out from finishing her degree.

but at no point was the distance ever an issue for them because they put in the work so their relationship didn't fall apart. it sucked but he trusted she would come back and she trusted him to wait. he was willing to sacrifice so many opportunities for them to be together. and she knew he was absolutely the one for her when he said he would wait a thousand lifetimes for her if that meant achieving her dreams first.

(he's very proud of her btw)

for colm, one of those green flags was how much she cares about investing in him and his interests. didn't matter if she knew absolutely nothing about his passions, she wanted to hear him talk about them and she remembered everything he said. she'd ask him randomly about those passions, too, like if she saw something online about it or just had a question. plus, she tried her hardest to come up with questions to keep him talking, even if those questions were stupid

that meant a lot to him, especially having grown up in a very chaotic household where he felt like literally no one paid any attention to him and didn't care about him as an individual. he was shocked really that she cared so much but he felt like that said a lot about her. and of course, when it came time to pursuing his passions for a career, she was his biggest supporter and still is. in that six years apart, despite being hours and hours away, she did more for him in keeping the bar alive and running than the people he is in business with 😭

[theyscreamjade]

A Headcanon for Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki & Shinso when they see their Fem Reader with and without makeup?

Woah

I changed this request up a bit, I hope it’s okay. What I did was change it from them wearing everyday makeup to an important event and your makeup is on point 🥵

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Izuku Midoriya

* You two have been dating only for five months. The relationship was steady but recently, it seems fate wants to constantly bring him to your house.

* His things started to slip from his pocket or backpack and it’ll lead him to your home late at night which henceforth.

* It wasn’t his fault that he forgot to grab something from your place...

* (Even though, it technically was.)

* As much as he hated to just randomly appear at your door, unsure of you having company or even awake at this hour. It was damn near midnight and he was knocking at the door because of a limited edition wallet that slipped from his pocket.

* He honestly felt guilty to come to your place at such a late hour.

* He was even more surprised when you opened the door, seeing a barefaced you at the door while you wore his shirt along with a pair of joggers. He couldn’t help but admire how adorable you were looking at the moment.

* He wouldn’t even know what to say because he’s always seen you with makeup on that it’s like seeing a lunar eclipse, he’s infatuated by it.

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* He’s seen you wear makeup before, on more than one occasion. He’s seen you look as great as you normally did.

* It was the day of All Might’s anniversary party of the date when he saved those people years ago and lost his quirk for good.

* It was such an important and grand event for the former Pro-Hero as a dedication for his sacrifices and hard work.

* Since it was such a formal event, Izuku wanted to take you as his partner.

* Here’s one thing I do see his ass doing, he’s going to fucking show up almost an hour or two early because he wanted to leave at this SPECIFIC time and would prefer to have to pick you up out of the way.

* He’s sitting on the couch, staring at his phone before he heard your heels softly click over to him, catching his attention.

* From your dress, hair, and lastly that bomb ass makeup. Your eyeliner on point, the dress is gorgeous.

* The mere fact that you decided to even wear some of All Might’s colors from his costume was something he enjoyed even more.

* He’s a blushing, shuddering mess and he can’t keep his eyes off you. Even while people asked him thousands of questions, he couldn’t stop staring at you.

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Katsuki Bakugo

* He randomly texted you, after you said you were hungry but didn’t feel like cooking.

* Next thing you knew, he was standing outside your door with his car keys in his hand, calling your phone.

* This man DIDNT even give you a chance to even answer. You knew you were going to get a long sermon from him about you not eating at the right times.

* Honestly, it was rather shocking that he was up so late...

* When you finally walked downstairs, you wore a loose hoodie so you attempted to cover your face by having it on.

* During the rather random car ride to your favorite fast-food restaurant, the street lights gave him a slight glimpse of you without your makeup. The bright lights of the restaurant gave him a view that he could honestly admire.

* He’ll never understand why you waste your time on something you never required to have on your face at all.

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* So, What day when he saw you look gorgeous, sexy, and amazing all at once because of your makeup?

* Your wedding day, of course!

* He’ll remember, seeing you walk down the aisle. The way your dress/pantsuit hugged your body.

* Your hands gripping your favorite flowers, while your guardian walked beside you to hand you off.

* When you handed your flowers to Mina and touched his hand, he felt all his worries go away.

* Your eyes connected with his and he could tell the amount of detail you had.

* It was such a natural look even though it wasn’t even noticeable.

* The whole day was something he’ll always remember, it’s a day he’s often thinking about.

* You looked flawless to him and he knew from that very day, you were his.

* And he was yours. Forever.

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Hitoshi Shinso

* He was ready to see your natural face by date three.

* He just wanted you to be comfortable with him, he hated seeing you so uptight about your makeup. He noticed how you’d always check it and make sure your eyeliner never smudged or anything.

* He never liked seeing you so worried about something that’ll never change his opinion of you.

* So, While you two were on a date one day, and it suddenly began to rain.

* When you two finally found dry land, your makeup was smudged and started to make you look like a melting painting.

* He had a flannel shirt that was around his waist, so he snatched it off and handed it to you.

* With the eyeliner melting into your eyes, you quickly take it and wipe your face, not even caring anymore.

* When he finally sees you barefaced, he can’t help but stare.

* The rain just increased your beauty. While you stood underneath a closed cafe’s roof, the way your eyes sparkled even though dark clouds scattered the sky.

* He smiled softly, looking at you while you tried to see if the rain would ever stop before you’d look towards him with a confused look as to what the hell was he looking at.

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* The one time your makeup looked completely flawless and gorgeous?

* For Halloween, you two were invited to Denki’s party at his home, so he dressed him as his mentor, Shota Aizawa.

* Unsure what to wear, you just decide to go as your boyfriend but in a gender blended version. You wore a long purple wig and customized yourself while thinking as if you were him as a girl.

* While you were finishing with your makeup, he was downstairs waiting, looking at his Apple Watch.

* When you walked in and declared you were ready, he had to take a double-take at you.

* If he imagined himself a girl, he wouldn’t have done half of the effort you did!

* From your eyeliner to even your costume change you did, he was astonished because of it.

* I guess that why you always wanted to practice on him, luckily his arm did the trick.

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Shoto Todoroki

* The poor man was just trying to be a good boyfriend.

* The reminder about your birthday being the next day, he simply planned to do a surprise party for you later that day.

* Denki...Denki would go on to suggest that he should surprise you early that morning which also earned a small agreement with Deku. (Even know they’ve never been in a relationship.)

* You and Shoto were dating for a few months, almost a year. After a few threats from fans, you gave him your home key so he could come in if she never responds to his calls or messages.

* Here’s a lovely reminder, this is all new to him. HOW WAS HE TO KNOW THAT SURPRISING YOU WAS A BAD IDEA?!

* This poor man was knocked in his nose by you, thinking he was an intruder, at least he knows you can kick ass.

* After stopping his nose bleed, you questioned his randomness while your face was oily and bare. Your forehead shined a bit on the light while you held a wet rag to his nose.

* You looked so cute in your pajamas and he couldn’t help but compliment your cozy appearance.

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* The one day he’ll forever remember was the day you two had to walk the hero’s red carpet.

* It wasn’t more of his style, but he technically didn’t have a choice because he was supposed to receive an award of some sort that night for his investigative hero work.

* This was even more important because this was going to be the debut of you and his relationship. You two kept it under wraps for a while but you two are engaged now.

* He couldn’t hide his ring anymore and he knew for sure you couldn’t, he wanted to tell the world about you two from the beginning.

* He didn’t want his hero status to interfere with your life though.

* You made him realize that it didn’t matter what he was, all that mattered that you were his and he was yours. Nothing was going to change that.

* You made him realize that even more when you stepped from the vanity in your room.

* You have him a soft smile with your beautiful dress that matched with your eyes, the way your eyes sparkled along with your eyes.

* Shoto blushed in front of you for the first time and almost couldn’t believe he was engaged to a phenomenal person like you.

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[yoon-kooks]

The Devil Writes Romance | myg

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, college!AU, fuckboy!AU, fanficwriter!Yoongi

Summary: When you’re assigned to work with Min Yoongi on a final project for your Writing Fiction course, you stumble upon the fuck boy’s secret identity as a sappy fanfic writer. With the heart and soul of an aspiring editor, you’re somehow convinced by the boy himself to help make his fictional romance more realistic and heartfelt. Before you know it, you’ve made a not-so-innocent pinky promise with the devil.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions of sex :-)

A/N: this is basically a pilot that sets up a lot of plot for a potential series so lmk if you like the idea and would continue reading it as a series! also special shoutout to @chewymoustachio​ for the love & support 💖

As spring semester comes to a close, your only goal is to make it through finals week unscathed. Like many of your fellow English majors, most of your finals are extensive papers rather than traditional exams. Normally this would not stress you out, but your Writing Fiction course has thrown a curveball your way: half of your grade is dependent on your partner, Min Yoongi.

Personally, you’ve never been a fan of partner or group projects because you always somehow end up with incompetent teammates who either do a half-assed job or ghost you until the day before it’s due. Either way, you’ve learned and become accustomed to relying only on yourself.

However, as your Writing Fiction class has taught you, a writer’s world is not built upon independence. Rather, it’s built upon the opposite. Writers depend on others for support, feedback, and revision. That’s where your final project comes on.

For your final project, everyone in your class signed up for the role of either a writer or editor, and you’ve been randomly paired up with someone who chose the opposite. It’s no secret to anyone that you dream of becoming an editor in the industry. You love the idea of reviewing other writers’ works and providing them with as much feedback and constructive criticism as possible. Naturally, you signed up to be an editor.

As fate would have it, you find yourself paired with the boy who’s pretty much slept with the entire class, including the TA, and allegedly the professor. The only person left unchecked on his list is you. Somehow, you’ve heard more gossip about his sex life than his skills as a writer, which is why you believe you’re fucked for this final.

“Hey, Partner,” Yoongi catches up with you in the hall after class. His signature cedarwood cologne is too heavy to ignore as he strides beside you. “Are you free tonight?”

“To brainstorm some story ideas?” You tilt your head and add an innocent tone to mask the skepticism. Truthfully, you know what he really wants. It’s not your first rodeo.

“I actually already have a story in mind,” he says. “But I was thinking you and I could-”

“What’s the story about?” Because you’d much rather hear about that than one of Yoongi’s many excuses to get in your pants.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he shrugs as the two of you walk out of the building and into the beaming afternoon sun. You lift an arm to block the light out of your face, only to realize the boy’s shadow blocks it for you. Apparently, there are perks to walking with a buddy after class. “I’ll send you the draft tonight.”

“The professor literally just assigned the project and it’s not due for another week,” you raise an eyebrow. Weird, you’ve never seen a college kid so proactive and eager to get a head start on their final project. Something tells you the boy is just spouting bullshit and telling you what you want to hear. “You don’t have to rush and write all ten thousand words in a single night…”

“Well I don’t have any other plans tonight,” he says. “Unless you want to-”

“Nice try, Yoongi.” You start walking further ahead of the boy. You’re forced to squint as to not be blinded by the sun. “I guess you can have fun writing your story, then.”

“You really know how to play hard to get, Y/N…” Yoongi whines in that raspy voice of his, eliciting the tiniest smirk on your face. You might not approve of his fuck boy tendencies, but you’re also not opposed to teasing him a bit.

“If you really want to impress me, keep your word and send the draft tonight.” You spin around and wave farewell as you battle the sun. “Your editor will be waiting.”

As soon as you arrive home, you realize Yoongi isn’t the only one without any Friday night plans. With nothing to do, a large part of you hopes your partner keeps his promise so you can at least try to be productive over the weekend. But ten thousand words is a lot to write in one night. It’s more than likely that he won’t be able to pull it off.

In an attempt to wind down, you scroll through the blog feeds of your favorite writers. Many of them, such as @suga-fix and @jk-seagull, are college students like you, so you can appreciate all the time and effort they put into their craft on top of their school work. While the fan in you loves to shower them with sweet and supportive messages, the editor in you hopes to one day be able to also provide feedback on a professional level.

At the very top of your feed is a short post from @suga-fix, a romance fanfic writer whom you recently found while scouring the #jiminscenarios tag for something free of smut.

“Does anyone else struggle to ask their crush out or is it just me? Asking for a friend.”

You giggle at the innocent question. In addition to writing the sappiest Jimin fanfics, Suga is known to post snippets of his own nonexistent love life on his blog. From what you understand, he’s a boy who’s never experienced true love firsthand. Recently, however, he’s been gushing over his pretty classmate. You’re waiting for the day when he builds up enough courage and finally lands a date.

Until then, you’re satisfied with reading his ongoing fictional love story featuring the popular idol, Park Jimin, as a struggling romance novelist who finds inspiration in a skeptical wedding photographer. You absolutely adore the story, the characters, and the underlying narrative, but the editor in you can point out an area for improvement: his romance game. 

You notice the two main characters lack a certain level of chemistry to get the readers quaking and itching for more. Most of the time, the intimate scenes end with poor Jimin getting friendzoned, which certainly has its charm and humor. But truthfully, you expect a little more love from a romance fic.

You suspect that, to some extent, this is intentional as the characters are the type to dance around intimacy and have pessimistic views on romance overall. However, you also wouldn’t be surprised if Suga’s own personal inexperience with romantic scenarios is what holds him back the most.

After catching up on your socials, eating dinner, and hopping out of the shower, you sit in the darkness of your room and check one more thing before calling it a night. No email, no text, no draft from your partner. Not that you were actually expecting anything, but it would’ve been nice for the fuck boy to prove you wrong.

To be fair, you know how long and painful ten thousand words can be. If Yoongi is in fact sprinting through those ten thousand words and gets them to you by the time you wake up, you’ll consider him a man of his word.

[4:56AM] Yoongi💋 “I emailed you the thing”

[7:24AM] Y/N “Ooh, I’ll take a look 👁👁”

[7:25AM] Y/N “Btw I don’t appreciate you adding an emoji to your contact info on my phone”

After changing Yoongi’s contact name to something more appropriate, you go into your email and find the story draft that the boy had sent at exactly 4:55AM. The word count on the document says 10,382. Not too shabby, Min Yoongi.

You grab your morning caffeine and crack open your laptop to read your partner’s story on the big screen. Right away, you notice the document is titled “Untitled1” which is never a great sign, but you’re willing to forgive him if its content is stellar.

The first thing that puts a smile on your face is the main character, Jimothy. His name reminds you of your favorite idol, Jimin, with a playful touch. He’s the romance novelist who attends his friend’s wedding where he has a chance encounter with a pretty wedding photographer-

Wait. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard this story before. In fact, you know exactly where it came from. You pull up Suga’s Jimin fic and put it side-by-side against Yoongi’s version. While it’s not exactly a copy-and-paste situation, the romance novelist x wedding photographer premise is too similar for it to be a mere coincidence.

At first glance, you find it funny that Yoongi took the time to reword everything to not be caught by the plagiarism police. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he did a quick search of Jimin fanfiction and picked one that was moderately popular but not viral enough for anyone to notice. Jimin fanfic just so happens to be your guilty pleasure, so there’s absolutely no way you’d let a plagiarist slip one past you.

But upon further review, after digesting the entirety of the fic, you find that Yoongi’s flow and choice of words are eerily similar to Suga’s style without recycling a single line. Likewise, you notice the same lack of chemistry in both versions of the story. You suppose this can only mean one thing, and you need to confront him about it in person. Because the last thing you want is for him to ghost you like everyone else you’ve ever worked with.

[8:42AM] Y/N “I just finished looking it over”

[8:43AM] Y/N “Wanna get coffee & discuss? ☕️📖”

[8:45AM] Yoongi🐍 “Oh? I thought you weren’t interested in a date with me 🥺”

[8:46AM] Y/N “Let’s meet in about an hour at the coffeehouse on campus?”

[8:46AM] Yoongi🐍 “See ya there, my editor”

As you stir the oat milk into your second dose of caffeine for the morning, you wonder how you can bring up your suspicions in an appropriate and professional way. Should you confront him about it immediately, gently coax him in that direction, or take a more passive approach to see if he’ll mention it on his own? Because if you’re going to be this boy’s editor, you want to do it right.

“Thoughts?” Yoongi enters the chat with slightly damp hair and an iced Americano in hand. Your only thought in that moment is about how fucking good he smells, even in the presence of the rich aromas of your favorite roasted coffee beans. But you’ll leave those thoughts to yourself.

“My first thought was that you sent me a document titled Untitled1,” you say.

“I have a working title,” he assures you. “But I’m curious to hear what clever titles my editor has come up with after reading through the whole thing.”

“Pink Cheek Syndrome sounds appropriate.” Because that’s the title of Suga’s original fic. It’s also the term coined by Jimothy to describe couples who aren’t as in love as they’d like to believe. It’s a facade to fool everyone, including themselves.

“Great minds think alike after all.” Yoongi leans in to give you a high-five, but you just throw a balled up napkin at his palm. Confess. Just confess already.

“Can I ask what inspired the concept?” You bite your lip. “You don’t strike me as the romantic type.”

“Don’t you ever feel like people get into relationships just for the sake of being in a relationship?”

“Yeah.” All the time, in fact.

“It’s pretty shallow if you ask me,” he says with a nonchalant chuckle, as if he’s not the shallowest person on campus when it comes to established relationships. “PCS is just a commentary on people like that vs people like you and me.”

You and him? You’re not sure you have anything in common with someone who breaks hearts and sleeps around so casually.

“Sounds like something a fanfic writer would come up with.” Because it is.

“Sounds like something a fanfic reader would say,” he throws back at you.

“In fact, there’s a Jimin fanfic I read once called Pink Cheek Syndrome,” you say. The dose of coffee moving up Yoongi’s straw suddenly freezes. “You’re the original writer, right?”

He swallows hard and raises an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“The writing style matches even though you didn’t copy and paste,” you scroll back through Yoongi’s version for reference. “And besides, scrambling to write ten thousand words in one night is typical fanfic writer behavior. A true plagiarist doesn’t know what it means to put those hours in.”

“Nothing gets past your sharp eyes, huh, Y/N…” Yoongi sighs, failing to hide behind his Americano. “I’m equally impressed as I am scared.”

“Wait, so you’re really Suga?” Your eyes widen. Suddenly you’re overcome by a wave of emotions. Excited, nervous, star-struck. But most of all? Confused. “How?”

“Just don’t tell anyone.” He picks up his phone and starts typing away at something.

“I won’t,” you say, also pulling out your phone to check up on the @suga-fix blog. Sure enough, there’s a stream of several new posts from a few seconds ago.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK”

“I feel so exposed 😔”

“Quick, everyone act like this isn’t a fanfic blog.”

“We can pretend to be like a porn blog or smth”

“I can read everything you’re posting, you know.” You show your blog feed to Yoongi, who’s still busy keysmashing. When he finally glances up from his screen to yours, the look on his face is both flattered and distressed.

“You follow me, too?” The boy takes a long sip of his Americano, shifting his beady little eyes and plotting his next move. “What’s your URL?”

“You’re totally going to block me,” you frown. “I already told you, I’m not going to tell anyone…”

As you continue to scroll through Yoongi’s blog, you notice his post is gone from the day before. Perhaps that’s what the boy is desperately trying to hide.

“By the way, is it true that Min Yoongi, resident fuck boy, has a crush on someone?” You get excited because that’s not something you hear everyday. In regards to Yoongi, it’s always been sex, sex, and more sex. He’s notorious around campus for having one-night stands and breaking hearts the morning after. You’d never imagine a boy like him having an innocent crush on anyone.

“Where’d you hear that?” The boy across from you gradually sinks deeper and deeper into his seat every time you open your mouth to expose him further.

“You made a post yesterday about not being able to talk to your crush properly,” you giggle. “It was kind of cute.”

“I was talking about my friend.”

“You can’t fool me, Yoongi. I’m not that oblivious.” You take a sassy sip of your coffee and lean forward. “So who’s your crush? Is it someone in our class?”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” he shoos you away and slides a hard copy of his draft in your direction. “Let’s not get distracted from why we’re really here.”

“Hold it, I’m not just being nosy for the gossip, you know,” you say. “From an editor’s perspective, I think the romance in your story could benefit from you interacting more with your crush.”

For a moment, Yoongi just gives you a look. You can see the wheels spinning in his head. “Well, that person doesn’t seem very interested in me, so…”

“Unrequited love?” you gasp. The plot thickens.

“Yeah,” he chuckles at your enthusiasm. “But you did give me an idea just now.”

You examine his handsome face for a hint of what’s to come. His signature Fuck Boy Smirk tells you he’s up to no good again. “I’m listening.”

“You’re my editor, right?” he asks. You nod. “And your main critique is that I should up my romance game, right?”

You nod again.

“What if you help me make the romance scenes more believable and realistic?” The boy watches as you blink your wide eyes, stunned at his suggestion. You know he doesn’t just mean that from an editorial standpoint. Surely there’s an ulterior motive here. “And before you jump to any conclusions, no, this does not include sex.”

Oh.

You’re reminded that Yoongi doesn’t write smut, despite how much of a fuck boy he is in real life. Because you’re sure he has the capability and personal experience to write some steamy and wild sex scenes. And yet, he chooses to focus on hardcore romance instead, something he himself is much less familiar with. It’s mind-blowing to think that a boy as experienced in bed as Yoongi could be so inexperienced elsewhere.

Why does he write the opposite of how he lives?

“I don’t think that’s how editors work,” you finally respond to Yoongi’s proposal, flipping through his draft and writing in the margins. You have to admit, the boy has a gift. His stories would no doubt skyrocket in popularity if the lovey-dovey scenes could draw out true, raw emotions as though you were there living in those moments. As a reader, you want him to pull at your heartstrings, smash your heart into a million pieces, and slowly put it back together. All of that can be achieved if the writer gets some hands-on experience in the love department. “But I get what you’re saying.”

“So is that a yes or a no?” He sips down the rest of his Americano as you continue to think your decision through.

Given what you know about Yoongi’s track record as a fuck boy, you’re hesitant. But at the same time, the ambitious editor in you knows what you want.

“It’s a yes,” you sigh. “But only if you promise me a few things.”

“Go on.”

“One, you’ll come to me if you’re struggling and need suggestions, advice, or someone to talk to.”

“Easy. You can be my editor-in-chief.”

“Two, if anyone asks, we aren’t dating.”

“Got it.”

“Three, help me study and prepare for the rest of my finals.”

“We can have study dates.”

“And lastly, please don’t sleep with anyone else while we’re doing this thing. Because that would be awkward.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you were the possessive type, Y/N,” he smirks.

“Not trying to be That Controlling Bitch who forbids you from sleeping around, but I think it would defeat the purpose of what we’re trying to accomplish.”

“But what if this goes on for a while?” Yoongi strokes his imaginary Santa beard. “You expect me to practice abstinence forever?”

“It won’t go on forever, Yoongi,” you giggle at the boy’s silly remark. “Because eventually, you’ll find someone who can bring out those romantic feelings better than our faux intimacy ever will.”

“But you’ll still be my editor-in-chief?”

“If everything works out, then I don’t see why not.” You want to be optimistic about a long-term deal, but you can’t seem to rid yourself of the doubt stuck in the back of your mind. Because humans, not just fuck boys like Yoongi, seem to have a hard time keeping their promises. “I only ask that you don’t break my trust.”

Before responding, the boy meets his eyes with yours. You suppose tender eye contact is a skill he acquired from his flirty lifestyle. You, on the other hand, blink away. Eye contact longer than a glance has always made you feel vulnerable.

“I won’t, Y/N,” he says, coating his raspy voice with a layer of honey. It’s almost as intoxicating as his cedarwood cologne, but that’s another thought you’ll keep to yourself.

You watch as he slides his pinky into view, over the draft and coffees to make it official. After cracking a smile at his childish gesture, you wrap your pinky around his, thus marking the beginning of your deal with the devil.

[shipmistress9]

D E F G H I J K L M N O P, Q R S T U V, W X Y and Z 😇😉. I sung the alphabet while writing this as well 😂. You don’t have to answer all of them though, just pick which ones you want 😊.

🤣🤣🤣

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

My fandom life would be easier if I liked Heathstrid at least a little bit... But I can’t and I don’t really want to, either...

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

The oneshots Spin The Bottle and Pick Me Up.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Given that I only learned about the existence of fandom as a concept in late 2016, the longest I’ve ever been in a fandom is roughly 4,5 years.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Many! Currently it’s Hiccstrid and Hicretstrid. And maybe a little Zelink. But thinking back, I think my very first OTP was when I was around five years old. From the Captain Tsubasa anime series, Tsubasa and... I don’t even know her name... 🤣 There was this girl who always cheered him on and was his no.1 fan. ANd in hindsight, I think I also shipped Tsubasa... with nearly all other players, mainly, Taro Misaki, Jun Misugi, and Kojiro Hyuga. 🤣

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

TV-shows, mostly. I prefer the visuals over books and I prefer the slower development over those in movies.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Not caused me to stop liking them. But in some cases (ATLA and TDP, to name two) it raised my expectations so high that, when I finally got to dip into them, I was rather underwhelmed. It also didn’t help that I already knew the ending and some major plot points. If there’s one sure way to dampen my excitement it’s spoilers.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

Supernatural. Pretty much all other fandoms I dip into occasionally, I knew at least a little before. But literally everything I know about Supernatural is from seeing posts here. 🤣

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

I can’t think of an individual character right now, but in general an arc I like is someone (re-)learning to trust.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

Snotlout has a great relationship with his dragon. Valka, too. Gobber and the twins are always fun, in their own ways.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Already answered before.

Hmm... First, I wanted to say Astrid. And I'd enjoy having her as a friend, as someone to challenges me to be more active, to work on my skills and someone to talk.

But I think, I'd enjoy being friends with Hiccup, too. I'd like to brainstorm ideas, ponder over inventions and exchange ideas. Geek out about dragons!

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Acceptance, respect, and some common sense. But that’s not just fandom...

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

My very long list of favoured songs randomly gave me 9 Crimes by Damien Rice. There once was an absolutly stunning AMV with this song about the TV-show The Legend Of The Seeker, The Sword Of Truth (based on the books by Terry Goodkind). I was deeply in love with Richard’s and Kahlan’s relationship, and with Cara on a general level. That AMV featured them all, and I loved it!

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Oh, oh, oh, oh! I just thought about this modern meet-cute AU for Hiccstrid a few days back, might as well write it down here. (And will also copy it over into an individual post, I think...)

Hiccup is a single father of a three-years-old daughter. One day, he meets Astrid in a supermarket; she’s in front of him at the check-out and when he hears her voice, he’s stunned. Because he knows her voice, hears it every day. Because she lend her voice to one of these talking toys for toddlers.His daughter’s favourite toy.

Hiccup always liked that toy best, too, because it didn’t sound as annoying as most others. Pleasant even. When he sees and hears Astrid, he recognises her voice in an instant. He jokingly thanks her for making his days more bearable. She’s confused, who is this weirdo? So he tries to explain. “The toy. My daughter’s toy. It’s your voice. A pleasant voice. I listen to it every day.” He keeps getting weirder, stammers, turns red like a tomato, until he eventually just flees, wishing a hole would open up to swallow him, that was so embarrassing.

Meanwhile, Astrid is touched. Knowing that there is at least one little girl who likes the toy she helped create. And her father, apparently. Who had been cute. In how shy he’d been. And how excited. She’s sorry he left before she was able to talk to him and thank him.

Over the next days, Hiccup would think of her a lot. Every time he hears her voice again, he’d think of her. Her face. Her smile. Until they, eventually, meet again... ^^

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

Answered before

None, really. There are several fandoms I grew out of, like Sailor Moon or Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne. But I wouldn't say I abandoned them. I still enjoy seeing content about them.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Those of the rider with their dragons. Hiccup&Toothless. Astrid&Stormfly.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Pretty much all of my headcanons are about Hiccstrid in one way or combination. One of my personal favourites is that Astrid has a tiny birthmark on the back of her neck. She doesn’t even know it’s there, she can’t see it and it’s almost always covered by her hair anyway. But Hiccup knows it’s there. And he loves to place a kiss on it. It tickles and would always make her giggle. And she smells so nice.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

*snorts* No. If there are people who don’t share my headcanons, then... they don’t have to? I can live and be friends with people regardless of whether we share the same headcanons or not. And if people keep attacking me for mine, I’ll just block them and walk away. Arguing about something like that is not worth my time.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Astrid. HTTYD.

erm...

uh...

I really have difficulties thinking of favourites from any other fandoms here! xD

uhm...

Princess Zelda from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Kaladin Stormblessed from the Stormlight Archives.

I might have a type here. Brave, strong, not always easy to deal with. Fiercely loyal. Stubborn. Proud. Honourable. that’s all three of them. ^^

V - Which character do you relate to most?

Same answer as the above, mostly. I think I already wrote a long answer to a similar question once. 🤔 I relate to Astrid in many ways. Loyal and reliable, not always easy to approach, often prefers to deal with her problems on her own instead of asking for help.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Anything jealously, especially it being portrayed as a sign of love or dedication. But also love triangles. Unnecessary.

Another thing I don’t like is when there’s a misunderstanding and they argue about it and get angry and yell and have a huge falling-out... when it all just boils down to them not listening.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Answered before.

Forbidden Romance. In any form. I just love the angsty tension it brings without the characters fighting or arguing about misunderstandings.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

Supernatural, ATLA, TDP, MCU.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

With all the critical thinking that’s encouraged in fandom culture, I wish more people would remember Ratatouille and this quote by Anton Ego.

“In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so.”

-- Anton Ego (Ratatouille)

Or at least respect it. It’s called entertainment and not lecture about every little detail that is wrong with other people’s opinions. I get why it’s important to look deeper and question meanings and intentions, I really do. But sometimes, I’d prefer to at least occasionally just enjoy something without getting lectured by others for it.

_____

Thank you! 😘💜

[they-dont-get-my-back]

Anything to sign?

(edit by @jungwooandhearts​ - thank you so much <3<3<3)

The story has “y/n” in it, but in fact, this is a gift for the absolute joy of my life, the warmest sunshine, the loveliest 여동생 that a person can wish for, the one and only @sno0pywoo​ . Jiwon, thank you for being here, thank you for reaching out and meeting me, thank you for all your kind words, I love you <3<3<3 Happy holidays! And now, the story :)

You feel like little Charlie coming into Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. But instead of a golden ticket, you have a golden barcode that was randomly selected in the middle of the concert. Yes, you defeated all the other thousands of evil, greedy, selfish fans. You were picked because of your pure heart. And, of course, because of that barcode, a completely random set of numbers.

You’re clutching your concert ticket as the female staff member guides you through the backstage maze. Suddenly, you wish you wouldn’t be alone. What if you say something stupid or embarrassing? What if you trip over and make a complete fool out of yourself? There won’t be any place to hide. You get so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even realize the lady had stopped walking. You bump into her and she gives you a weird look. „Sorry,“ you say in tiny voice. „It’s okay. Now listen to me carefully. No hugging, no holding hands, no high fives, no touching whatsoever.“ „Okay.“ You tried to remember everything the lady listed. „No calls, no recording, no pictures, no videos, no live tweeting, streaming or insta-storying. Give me your phone.“ „But…“ You squeezed your handbag. „What if I need to call someone?“ „That’s exactly what we don’t want you to do. Have you been listening?“ You obediently give her your phone. „Open your handbag for me, would you?“ „Don’t worry, I don’t have any guns or knives, haha.“ „Ha-ha, now open that handbag.“ „Sorry.“ You let her peek at the mess inside your bag. „Fine. Do you remember all the things you’re not allowed to do?“ „Yes. But just to be sure, what can I do?“ „Talk. You can talk.“ And with that she opened the door leading to the dressing room. 

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She walks right in and you follow her. The room is rather small, filled with costumes, bags, props, some water bottles, half eaten chips, half eaten cookie, an empty ramyeon cup and some general trash scattered here and there. Cozy. Amidst all this, there is Jungwoo, sitting in front of a big mirror, furiously pressing buttons on his phone. „Ah… the battery…“ he sighs. „Jungwoo, this is y/n.“ „Oh! I apologize, I got distracted. Hello! I am NCT’s Jungwoo!“ he says in his distinctive voice and flashes a bright smile. You wish you could scream. You wish you could cry. You wish you could do any kind of reaction, but you need to stay calm. „Hi, good evening, Mr. Jungwoo sir, I am very honoured to meet you also it’s my pleasure and I’m so happy nice to meet you how was your day?“ Well, that didn’t go entirely as planned. Jungwoo raised his hand to his mouth in amazement. „Gosh, you’re too cute!“ Did he just call you cute? You? Of all people? Did he maybe consider that any object in this room is way cuter than you? The staff lady interrupted your chaotic thread of thoughts. „You have 5 minutes.“ You nod and expect her to leave the room, but she remains firmly on her spot by the door. Ah, so that’s how it’s going to be. Of course, did you think they’d leave you alone with an idol? Silence creeps up into the dressing room. Oh, this is probably the part where you should start talking. „Umm…“ „Just a sec,“ Jungwoo interrupts your courageous speech. „Noona, could you please get me a phone charger? My battery died. Honestly, for a phone this expensive, you would expect it to have more power, I’d only been playing that game for two hours…“ The lady shifts in her place uncomfortably. She doesn’t agree with Jungwoo’s idea. „Pleeeeeease. I think me and… umm…“ he gestures at your direction. „Me. Oh. Y/n.“ „Yes of course, I think me and y/n will manage just fine.“ You realize that this is how every bad fanfiction starts and your heartbeat quickens. „Fine, I’ll be back in one minute.“ She looks at you. „Don’t – close - the doors.“ With that she leaves the room.

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„She still has my phone, huh.“ You wonder if your phone will get misplaced and you forget about it and only realize it at home and then you’ll have to call the company from your mum’s phone and they’ll tell you that someone will bring the phone back to you and that someone will be Jungwoo, standing by your door – no no wait. Reality check! „Earth to y/n!“ Jungwoo smiles at you and waves. „Hi!“ Darn it. How many times will you embarrass yourself today? Meanwhile, Jungwoo got up from his chair by the mirror and moved to stand by the door. That makes sense, as it’s his only escape route. You know, just in case. „How did you like our concert?“ he asks and leans his back on the half-open door. „It was amazing! All of you are really talented, we are so thankful to have you. And you sing and dance so well!“ „Haha, NCT is lucky to have you, our Czennies! What is your favourite choreo?“ „Oh, um… Umm…“ Ah, why would he ask such a difficult question? „Umm, probably Regular!“ It’s the first one that comes to your mind. „Oh, regular, huh?“ Jungwoo attempts to do the signature move, but the door that he’s leaning on suddenly moves and he looses his footing. He throws his hands into the air and falls backwards, slamming the door behind him shut.

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Oh dear. What just happened? Jungwoo’s lying on the floor, head in his hands, a painful expression on his face. „Ow…“ „Are you alright?“ you ask worriedly. Please don’t faint, I don’t know how to perform resuscitation. You offer him your hand to help him stand up. As he’s about to grab it, you remember the rules. „No touching!“ You pull your hand back. Jungwoo looks at you like a kid that has just been denied his favourite cheesecake. „S-sorry,“ he says with a pout and gets up from the floor with great effort. He pulls the door handle, but the door remains closed. He tries again, rattling the whole frame, but to no avail. He looks at you, both hands still on the handle. „Haha… the door… won’t open. Hehe…“ he tries to laugh it out, but it’s pretty clear how nervous he is. You take a few quick steps towards the door, but you stop in your tracks when you see Jungwoo flinch. „I’m… I’m not going to hurt you, I swear! I just wanted to try to open it myself.“ „You think you’re stronger than me?“ Jungwoo crosses his arms. „ No, I just… wanted to…“ you step back, till you reach the opposite corner of the dressing room. This is a nightmare. All you wanted was to say hi to your favourite idol, maybe get his autograph and then cherrish this memory till the rest of your life. Instead you’re trapped with him in a tiny room and he fears you. You sigh. „Hmpf! Where’s the hidden camera, huh?“ „Camera?“ Jungwoo repeats and starts looking around himself frantically. „Oh, is this supposed to be a joke? Haha, very funny!!! Ahaha, I knew it! I knew it aaaaall the time. Wow, y/n, you’re such a good actress, but honestly, I saw right through you, from the very first moment you stepped in. Noone can be this awkward, haha, you played that part really well!“ „I was just joking.“ „Yeah I know, that’s what I’m saying. I mean the whole fall I did? That was just an act! Surprised you, huh? Now who’s the better actor here, hehet!“ he raises his arms in the air and does a little victory dance, then hisses and grabs his lower back all of a sudden with a painful expression. „Oww… There’s no camera, right?“ „I don’t think so.“ „So it’s not a prank?“ „Probably not.“ „This is all really stupid and we’re acting like idiots, right?“ „Yes, you a-- we are.“

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For the first time, you see Jungwoo smile genuinely. „Sorry for that. Please don’t spread this on Twitter, there’s enough silly gossip going around even without this, haha.“ „It’s okay, don’t worry.“ The awkward silence returns. You decide to risk it. „You know, I’m sorry if I frightened you in any way. I just really admire you as an artist and I wanted to thank you for working so hard. You should know that you’ve made many people happy and we’re really grateful for that. What you’ve been able to achieve this year, to grow like this, it’s impressive and I hope you’re proud of yourself.“ You feel relieved, the stress and tension leaving your body. Jungwoo looks at his feet and then looks up at you again with a smile. „I am, I really am.“ You share another smile. „So! I guess we’ll be here for a while, until noona comes back with the charger. Do you have anything you want me to sign?“ You nod excitedly and hand him the Resonance album. „Ah! Nice, you bought our album! Thank you for your support.“ He scribbles down his signature, adding a tiny „Zeus“ underneath. „There you go!“ Wow, Kim Jungwoo just signed your album. You stare at his signature like it’s the most important and significant thing in the whole universe right now, completely forgetting that Jungwoo himself is still standing right in front of you. His sigh brings your attention back to him. He’s chewing on his marker, brows frowning, eyes gazing to the ceiling. „I feel like writing more. And drawing. I feel like drawing! Do you have anything else I could write on?“ „Just my… planner. An organizer.“ „Oh, sweet! Show me!“

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You hand him the notebook filled with exam dates, test dates, meetings, school project deadlines, doctor appointments and your own scribbles and notes. Today’s date is circled in red and there are several hearts flowing around. „Aw, I guess you were really looking forward to our concert, huh?“ He sits down by the mirror and pats the chair next to him. „Come sit!“ So you sit down and watch him, with poorly hidden fascination, flipping through your notebook, adding notes and drawing tiny pictures. Firstly, he writes „Thank you for cheering for us today“ to today’s date and draws a couple of stars. „Ah, you have so much homework to do, so many exams, school must be really hard and stressful, huh?“ he asks with a worried look. „Yeah, it’s tough sometimes. But I’m not giving up!“ „Wooow, that’s the spirit! You’re a fighter!“ he raises his fist in the air and smiles and you feel like he’s just poured a year worth of positive energy into your mind. With this power, you can do just about anything, no matter how hard the task would be. He scribbles „Fighting!“ and „I’m rooting for you!“ to most of your exam dates and deadlines along with several smiley faces, hearts and stars. He looks like he’s enjoying it and it genuinely makes him happy and so relaxed, he even starts humming. „Oh? What’s this?“ He points to a date titled „MOVIE PROJECT“. „Yeah me and my friends are making a movie for our school project. We wrote a script, got the camera, costumes, setting, everything! We’ve shot most of it already. It was quite fun, hehe.“ „So you’re a filmmaker, awesome! Perhaps I’ll get to see your movies in the cinema one day?“ You highly doubt that, but it flatters you anyway and you blush. „What’s the title?“ „Hmm, we haven’t picked a name yet.“ „Ah, I see…“ Jungwoo seems to think for a bit and then gets to writing again. Next to the deadline, he scrawls „너의 이름이 뭐야?“ and then admires his art from a distance. He seems satisfied with it and you feel your heart melting. „KIM JUNGWOO!“ someone outside the room yells and bangs on the door and it startles both you and Jungwoo so much that you jump in your seats in unison. „Don’t let her see this.“ Jungwoo whispers and hands you your notebook back. You nod and shove it back to your handbag while rushing to the door. „Yes, noona, we’re still here, but the door--“ The said door swings open – all it took was one mighty kick from a furious manager. She scans the room, you and Jungwoo both look startled, but it doesn’t look like you were doing anything suspicious or inappropriate. She fixes her gaze on you. „I said. Don’t. Close. The. Door.“ „It wasn’t her, noona, it was… the… umm…“ „The wind.“ You tried to help. “The wind?” “Ah, yes,” Jungwoo tries to elaborate. “The wind! Don’t you feel how windy it is in here? Brrrr, I’m freezing because of that stupid draft! Be careful not to catch a cold, noona.” “Uh-huh. Sure.” The manager is clearly not convinced, but decided to let it go. “Your time is up, let’s go.” “Ah,” you don’t want to go, but what can you do? “Thank you for meeting me, thank you for all your hard work.”  “Thank you for not giving up on me and yourself.” Jungwoo smiles brightly. “Fighting!” “Fighting~~!” You feel so happy and moved you could cry. You take one last look on Jungwoo, so bright and cheerful, and then you leave the dressing room.

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As you’re leaving the concert venue, your phone back in your handbag, you know, you just know, that what you’ve shared with Jungwoo in that room, won’t ever repeat again. This special moment was once in a life time experience and you’re so happy that of all people it was you, who could experience it. You’re not going to share or post his words, notes or drawings anywhere. These were made just for you and they shall remain only yours. <3 

[you-never-liked-this-sweater]

Guess who’s back? I’d like to request a Connor x Reader where the reader is a youtuber with like 5K subs and she accidentally dissed Con in a livestream or something

Connor Murphy X Reader: Anonymous Until You’re Not

Words: 3845

Warning: Swearing, smoking

Reader Pronouns: they/them

Author’s Note: Again, it’s been a while, I know. I thought I would write thisshorter story to try and get back into the rhythm of doing requests. I hope youguys enjoy this one.

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You adjusted your microphone for what seemed liked the twentieth time,making sure that it was out of frame but still picked up your voice. Youchecked the lighting, your camera angle, and did one last overall sweep of yourequipment. Once you were satisfied, you took your place in your gaming chairand stared into your reflection, smoothing out your clothes and fixing yourhair before pulling on your headset. You never showed your face on screen sothe camera was angled to show only your mouth and below. It was a good way tokeep yourself anonymous while still allowing your subscribers to know you alittle more personally. 

“Perfect”, You breathe out as you took in your appearance onscreen. 

Finally you placed your hand on the mouse and clicked ‘live stream’,the little red dot on screen lit up as your subscribers flooded onto thestream.

You smiled warmly at the camera, “Hey guys, it’s (username) again.Welcome to my scheduled live stream tonight. Thought I would keep it chill,maybe stream some mindless games and do a Q&A with you guys so you can knowa little bit more about me. How does that sound?”

The chat lit up with praises and confirmation that they loved the idea.Your subscribers were always so positive, and streaming with them was always somethingthat you enjoyed because even if you had a rough day they made you smile.

“Alright, then guys. Let’s get started,” You launchedMinecraft, knowing you could easily multitask in that game, and turned to thecamera while it was loading up, “So you guys can submit questions into thechat, or if you donate you can attach a question to those as well. I will tryto answer all of the donation questions because you guys pay for that to grabmy attention. But I’ll definitely try to answer stuff from the chat as wellbecause I understand that not everyone can donate. Just please be respectful inthe fact that I may not want to answer some questions. And also please berespectful of other people on the stream. Thanks!”

The questions began to flood in and you picked one at random to read offfirst.

You hummed, scanning the chat, “Alright, let’s see…First questionis from GalaxyGal who asks, ’when is the last time you got scared?’Oh, I like that one, because I get scared kind of easily.” You crossedyour legs in the chair and began loading up a new world in your game, “Itwas at school about a month or so ago, I think. There’s this overhang over theexit towards the student parking lot, and people go there to smoke. I wasrunning late so when I was sprinting inside I ended up plowing into one of theguys who was headed out back for a smoke. I thought I was going to get yelledat or worse cause of the rep this guy has at our school. It was really awkwardand I was kinda terrified. But in the end he helped me up and I dunno…”You trailed off momentarily, thinking about your encounter with Connor. Youcouldn’t tell your friends at school about it, but your subscribers werestrangers. So thoughtfully you added, “He’s actually kind of cute andwe’ve been talking more in class and on our spares when I see him around. Iactually kind of really like him. I don’t know, maybe something good will comeout of me almost running him over,” you laughed to yourself.

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Soon you were mining blocks and building a quaint house while yoursubscribers sent you questions that you tried your best to answer. It was aboutan hour into the stream so the majority of your subscribers had made it ontothe stream, putting your viewer count at a little over five thousand. 

“Alright, the next question is from…” You trailed off as youreyes scanned the chat. Then a donation popped up and you smiled, reading themessage, “…JulesDitto, who donated $5. Thank you Jules. Julesasks, 'I think we go to the same school but I’m too scared to go up at talk toyou. If a fan recognizes you in public is it alright for them to come up andsay hi?’”

You thought about it for a moment as you hummed to yourself, placingsome more wood planks down in your game.

You smiled, “Of course you guys can come and say hi to me if yourecognize me in public. I’m a little more awkward in person but I’ll never berude or upset if you want to come say hi. And Jules, you think we go tothe same school? That’s so cool, I didn’t know that I had fans from my own hometown.”

Another donation popped up almost immediately from JulesDittoagain and you smiled again, reading aloud.

“JulesDitto, who donated another $5, responds with ’I’mpretty sure we go to the same school because you’ve mentioned the weird kidbefore earlier in the stream and in some of your other videos. But anyway, allof my friends love your videos. Thank you for picking my question btw!’”

You play your game mindlessly for a few moments as you think about whatyou just read, trying to figure out who they could have been talking about. Theweird kid. You didn’t talk about anyone on stream before from your personallife besides when you talked about that one time when you ran into…

Then it clicks and you look to the message in confusion, “Do youmean Connor?”

And just like that, the chat flooded with people confirming that theywent to your school. You realised you said Connor’s name on stream, and youalso just told over five thousand people that you thought he was cute. 

“Let’s um…let’s move on to a new question, okay?” You try tomove things along. 

Your face pales as you stare at the chat. You wanted to answer anotherquestion to change the topic but now all the questions were about your school,your personal life, and Connor. 

You scanned frantically but couldn’t find anything in the sea ofmessages, randomly picking one from the chat, “Uh… MemeMaster asks,'You think Connor is cute?’” This was exactly what you were hoping toavoid. “I would really appreciate it if you guys didn’t ask me questionsabout my personal life. I will not be answering anything about my personal lifeoutside of streaming, or anyone from my school. Next question.”

The chat was moving quickly, all with questions about Connor, school, andeven other kids at school that you knew. You were getting annoyed. Yoursubscribers never acted like this before. You were reaching your boiling point.

And then a donation came in for $1 from anonymous and a messageattached to it which read, 'If you’re attracted to that freak then thatmakes you a freak too.’

You slammed your hands down on your desk, shifting the cameraunintentionally in the process and suddenly your face was visible, “Dropit! Just fucking drop it! I don’t like Connor and I never fucking will! He’sjust some terrifying freak that I don’t talk to! Stop asking me about personalshit! It is none of your business! Just…” You felt the tears welling inyour eyes and quickly stopped streaming. You took off your headset and pulledyour legs up to your chest, burying your face into your knees. You wereemotionally drained and embarrassed, and there was only one thought runningthrough your mind.

If only I didn’t have school tomorrow. 

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The drive to school went by much too quickly. You were hoping that therewould be traffic or you would get stuck behind a public bus. But unfortunatelyyou got to school in less than 10 minutes. 

You got out of your car and numbly walked towards the school, hopingthat none of the kids who saw your stream would be in school that day. The gripyou had on the strap of your bag tightened at the thought. Then you glanced upat the door and froze. Connor was standing there, staring at the ground with acigarette in hand. His gaze shifted up at met yours and you felt nauseous, butyou kept your mouth shut, your gaze fell to the ground, and you made your wayinto the school. He took a drag from the cigarette as you approached but didn’tsay anything.

Then you heard your own voice from behind you.

“I don’t like Connor and I never fucking will!”

You bristled, suddenly unable to move your legs. You looked behind youto see someone walking from their car towards the front of the school, holdingtheir phone up to their friend.

“He’s just some terrifying freak that I don’t talk to!” Your own voice fadedaway as they disappeared around the corner.

You slowly turned your attention back to Connor who was still looking atthe ground. He let out a breath and a swirl of smoke drifted around his face.He glanced up at you tossed the end of the cigarette onto the pavement.“Some stream last night, huh?” He didn’t sound upset and that’s whathurt the most in that moment. 

“Connor, I’m so sorry,” The words starting coming out beforeyou could properly think of something meaningful to say. You just need him tohear your side of the story, “I didn’t mean-”

“Sure you did,” He snapped, cutting you off. He took a steptowards you and you took a step back. His eyes narrowed and he scoffed,“I’m just some terrifying freak, right?” He turned and headed inside,leaving you outside alone.

Your hands pulled at the strap of your bag, trying to fight back thetears welling in your eyes. Slowly you headed towards the doors and pushed themopen. 

You were met with a crowd of people all excitedly turning and swarmingtoward you when they caught sight of who it was.

“It’s (username)!” Someone called out.

 Confusion filled you as you realized that everyone loved you. Theywere excited to meet you and a lot of the other students wanted photos. Thiswasn’t the reaction you were expecting after your outburst at the end of thestream; but somehow it didn’t matter that none of your subscribers were upsetwith you. Because knowing they weren’t angry didn’t stop the horrible way youfelt about what you said about Connor.

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The day dragged on, classes were slow with Connor ignoring you, and youwanted to hide between classes because you were hounded by students who wantedto talk to you. If this was what being popular was like, you didn’t want anypart of it.

When the end of the day rolled around, you fled towards the studentparking lot with the plan of hiding in your car to avoid the crowd of studentsfollowing your every move until the parking lot emptied out. When you pushedopen the back door, you heard a huff beside you.

You looked over and saw Connor, who was sitting down and leaning againstthe side of the building. His eyebrows went up and he scoffed when he saw whoit was, “Oh, it’s you. I thought I was going to get another earful fromone of your lackeys again.”

“Fuck. I-I’m sorry. Have they been harassing you too?” Youlooked down and frowned, your fingers twist together nervously, “I’ve beentrying to get away from them all day. I can only imagine what they’re doing toyou. I’m so sorry…”

Connor’s brow furrowed and he was silent for a moment before he tappedthe ground beside him, “Come here.”

You hesitated, looking at him in confusion.

His eyes narrowed, “You wanted to explain, right? Then sit down andexplain before I change my mind.”

You did as you were told and took a seat beside Connor, your arm lightlybrushing against his. You looked down and your fingers as they twisted togetheron your lap, “Did…did you see the stream?”

“No, but trust me when I say that I’ve heard enough of it,”Connor snaps beside you, lighting a cigarette. 

“No, you haven’t. What you heard was out of context. I know what Isaid was unforgivable but I still want you to understand that I never wanted tohurt you,” You say quickly, looking over at him, “My channel issupposed to be anonymous. I don’t use my name and I don’t show my face and Inever talked about my personal life-”

“Well that sure worked out,” Connor muttered as he took a pufffrom the cigarette. 

His words stung but you knew you deserved that. You took a breath andcontinued, “I was doing a Q and A and I started talking about you-”

“I heard,” Connor cut in again, blowing the smoke above hishead.

“No, you didn’t! I was talking about how cute I thought you wereand was hinting at the fact that I liked you!” Your face went red as youblurted it out, tired of him cutting you off.

Connor choked on his own spit, turning away from you as he coughed intohis sleeve. It took him a moment to recompose himself as he looked over at youin confusion, “No you didn’t. I don’t know what kind of game this isbut-”

You scrambled for your phone and began opening up your stream, skippingforward to the first question you answered, “If you don’t believe me thenjust watch it?” He stared at you, visibly torn on the matter.“Please?”

He sighed and shifted a little closer, taking your phone from your handsas he pressed play.

Your own voice came through the phone, “-I was running late sowhen I was running inside I ended up plowing into one of the guys who washeaded out back for a smoke. I thought I was going to get yelled at or worsecause of the rep this guy has at our school. It was really awkward and I waskinda terrified. But in the end he helped me up and I dunno…” Youtrailed off in the stream and Connor stared intently at the screen, watching asyour cheeks tinged red and a small smile pulled onto your face, “He’sactually kind of cute and we’ve been talking more in class and on our spareswhen I see him around. I actually kind of really like him. I don’t know, maybesomething good will come out of me almost running him over,” youlaughed gently and your smile widened on screen.

He tapped the screen and it paused as he stared down at your phone, eyeslocked on your warm smile.

“I never wanted to say your name on stream,” You continuedyour explanation, “One of my other subscribers said they thought they knewme from school and they said they knew because I mentioned you in that storyyou just heard. But they went about it really indirectly so I was confused andsaid your name out loud and then everyone knew who I was and…” You trailedoff and took a breath to recompose yourself, “A-And then they all keptsending me questions about my personal life and school and you- God, they justwouldn’t stop asking about you and then they started calling me a freak and Ijust blurted it out and I know it’s unforgivable but I just wanted you to knowthat I…I am so, so sorry, Connor…”

He was quiet for a few moments before he muttered out a quiet,“Why?”

Your brow furrowed, tears lingering in your eyes, “I just said thatI didn’t mean to-.”

“No,” He says and looks over at you, cheeks red and eyesfilled with confusion, “Why would you like me?”

You blinked, surprised that he would focus on that part of your summaryof last night’s events. You began stumbling over your words as you avoided hisgaze, “I-I don’t know? I just, I think you’re funny and I love justsitting with you and talking about random things because you have such a weirdway of seeing the world and that’s just amazing to me. And you’re sounbelievably attractive in general but I also find everything you do superattractive too? Like you get these wrinkles in the corners of your eyes andyour nose crinkles up when you laugh and it’s so cute. And you always smellamazing and you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. I just…” Youtrail off and finally look up at Connor who is staring at you in amazement anddisbelief. “I just…I like you a lot." 

Connor seems unsure of himself but slowly reaches a hand out toward yourface. His fingers ghost along your cheek and move carefully behind your neck asif he was scared of scaring you off. He shifted his body a little so he wasfacing toward you and you could feel his hand shaking ever so slightly. Hiseyes darted up to meet yours, searching for any sign of rejection. Youcarefully reached out to him and placed your hand on his forearm, steadying thehand resting behind your head. Then slowly he leaned closer and his lipspressed against yours. He seemed so unsure of himself, body stiff againstyours, before you leaned into the affectionate gesture. He let out a softbreath through his nose as he relaxed against you. You could have stayed likethat forever.

Then he slowly parted from you and watched your expression carefully,"Was that okay?”

You couldn’t help but let out a breathless chuckle, cheeks bright pinkas you smiled, “Of course it was okay. It was better than okay.”

A smile pulled onto his face as he looked away from you, “So, Iknow it’s kind of obvious but I like you too.”

Realization hit you and you frowned, “Oh my God, you felt that way aboutme, and then you heard what I said about you on my channel. I am sosorry-”

“Let’s just forget about it. Please,” He cuts you off andsmiles weakly, “I know better than anyone how difficult it can be tocontrol your emotions sometimes. You didn’t mean anything you said and I knowthat.”

"But everyone else doesn’t,” Your frown deepened as you staredat him, “They’ll keep harassing you about this stuff.”

Connor picks at his nails, “It’s not like I’m not used to it oranything.”

You sat up straight suddenly, “I have an idea but you have to trustme.”

He smirks and looks back to you, “Oh man, I don’t know if I can dothat.”

You nudge him and smile, “You don’t have to do much. Just sit thereand look pretty.”

Connor scoffs and looks away from you, pink dusting his cheeks but he waits patiently for youto carry out the plan you had come up with. You open up your phone and selectyour preferred streaming platform. Once the app opened, you selected to uploada video and the option to live stream popped up. The sight of it made Connor uneasyand he winced, “Y/N, look, you don’t have to do this.”

“You don’teven know what ‘this’ is. Just please let me make this right,” You turned andlooked at him briefly before you looked back to your phone and held it out infront of you before pressing the button to go live. The instant you came onlineyour subscribers began flooding online and that’s when you realised yournumbers grew since last night from your original 5k to a little over 8k. You swallowedthickly and slapped on a smile, assuring you were the only one on screen forthe time being, “Hello everyone, I thought that I would come online and do alittle impromptu livestream to set a few things straight. Give myself a sort offresh start.”

Thefeeling of Connor’s hand resting on your calmed you slightly and you glanced athim and gave him a gentle smile as if to say thank you, before you turned backto the phone.

“Most ofyou know me as (username), but others may know me as Y/N. I go to high school. Andas a lot of you know, when you’re in high school, there’s a lot of pressure onbeing popular. But that’s not something that I wanted. I wanted to remainanonymous and be myself while making videos for you guys so that I never had toworry about what would happen at school the next day when people saw my video.But I don’t have a choice to be anonymous anymore so I might as well embracethat and let you guys into my life. Hello, my name is Y/N. I like video gamesand dad jokes. I like bad movies and good music, and bad movies with good musicin them. I also really like my best friend.” You paused for a moment and agentle smile pulled onto your face, “I’ve had feelings for him for a while andI’d like for you guys to meet him.” You tilt the phone and lean on Connor’sshoulder so that the two of you are now both in frame, “This is Connor. Some ofyou know him already but for those of you that haven’t met him, I’ll tell you abit about him as well. He’s got an amazing sense of humor and is one of thefunniest people I know. He picks the best music for road trips. And he has thesoftest hair I’ve ever felt.”

Connorsnorts a laugh at that and looks away from the phone, clearly embarrassed atthe statement, nearly shoving you off of his shoulder in the process.

You laughalong with him and your smile widens as you add, “And his laugh is…perfect.”You trail off staring at him for a moment before you look back to your phone,nibbling your lip, “Anyway, this is me. You can unsubscribe if you’ve heardsomething you don’t like. But if you’d like to stick it out, I’ll see you forregular uploads every Thursday.” You stopped the stream and sighed, droppingyour phone onto your lap before you looked to Connor, “So how’d I do?”

“Thank you,”He was smiling at you and he leaned in, hugging you tightly to him, leaning hishead against yours, “Consider yourself forgiven.”

Youhugged him back as your eyes closed, snuggling in to his embrace, “You mayforgive me, but you better believe I will spend every day for the rest of my lifemaking it up to you for what I said on my stream.”

Hechuckled and you felt him smile against your cheek, “I’m gonna hold you tothat.”

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Think of You: Part 9

Warning: Language. Nikki and Caroline angst,  Tom and Caroline cuteness

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I hadn’t heard from Nikki in three weeks.

I tried to keep myself busy with work, trying not to think about why he hasn’t called or even came over to see me. I can’t tell you how many times I had dialed his number, only to hang up right after the first ring. The phone of course worked both ways. He could have called me just to see how I was doing. I thought about going over to the apartment he shared with Tommy. I would talk myself into doing it but quickly chicken out before I could leave. I guess you could say I was being as stubborn as he was. I could have been the bigger person, apologizing for the way I had acted, but Nikki could have done that as well. At this point I wasn’t sure if I would ever see or speak to Nikki again. I couldn’t confide in Mac about Nikki and I’s fight. Hell, I haven’t seen or spoken to her in about a week. She was off with her new boyfriend, some yuppie guy from San Francisco.

I aimlessly flicked through the TV channels, not interested in anything that was on. This was what my life had consisted of for the past week. I would come home from work, grade some papers, work on my lesson plans, and then sit on the couch and watch TV. There were even times where I would fall asleep in front of the TV and wake up to the National Anthem playing. My life was once again boring and I was back to my lame, boring self once again. During the few months that Nikki and I were together, I felt different. I didn’t feel as if I was boring, even though Nikki would say I was at times. I felt more alive, more rebellious, not so much the timid Caroline I once was. He made me feel as if I was another person and I liked that.

I was in mid channel flip when someone started knocking on the front door. I slowly removed myself from the couch and staggered toward the door.

“Miss Caroline Daniels?” An older man with a chauffer’s uniform asked.

I looked at him confused, “Yes.” I answered. I watched as he pulled an envelope out of his suit jacket. “These are for you, ma’am.” I continued to look at him confused as I took the envelope out his hand.

“First class tickets to Fort Lauderdale, Florida?” I questioned. I looked up at the driver, a smile present on his face. “Do you have the right person? Surely there’s another Caroline Daniels out in Southern California that is needing these tickets right now.” I rambled. The driver continued to smile. “I’m pretty sure you have the wrong person, mister.” I stretched my hand back out to give him the tickets.

He shook his head no, “I have strict orders from Mr. Doc McGee to give these tickets to you and you only.”

Doc McGee, the band’s manager. “I-” I started to speak. “I can’t accept this, sir. I have to work and-” I stumbled. “I just can’t go.” My hand remained outstretched, trying to get him to take the tickets back. I wasn’t lying when I said I had to work. The next few weeks were going to be very busy for me seeing as it was nearing the end of the school year. My students were gearing up for testing and me flying out to Florida last minute would not be good. I had an obligation and Nikki Sixx was not one of them right now. Maybe if he contacted me himself, then maybe I would consider it.

The driver hesitantly accepted the tickets, giving me a ‘are you sure’ look.

I cleared my throat, “Just let Doc know that I appreciate the gesture but right now’s not the best time.” He nodded his head, wishing me well, before making his way down the stairs. I re-entered my apartment, shutting the door behind me and leaned against the aged wood. A thousand thoughts were rushing through my mind, one of the thoughts revolving around the possibility of seeing Nikki and how I just ruined that opportunity. What if it was Nikki’s idea to send me out to Florida? If it was his idea, he was going to be super pissed that I turned the offer down.

Without giving it another thought, I tore open the front door, finding the older man about to get into the limo. “Mister!” I exclaimed. I raced down the metal stairs, barefoot, looking as if I had just lost my mind. “Mister, wait!” I yelled. He turned around, the tickets still in his hand.

“Ma’am.” He questioned. This poor man probably thought I was off my rocker.

“I’ll g-.” I tried to catch my breath. “I’ll go.” I told him breathlessly. A smile formed across his face as he handed me the tickets. “How much time do I have to pack.” I asked still somewhat out of breath.

He looked down at his gold watch, “30 minutes, miss.” I could feel my eyes bug out of my head at his answer. I hadn’t even showered for the day and now I only had 30 minutes to pack and shower. I quickly ran back up the stairs, tearing open my door, and running straight to the shower. I showered and shaved my legs in record time, even though I nicked my poor legs all to pieces. I left my hair to air-dry, throwing on a simple top and shorts. I dug my dusty suitcase out of my closet, discarding the leftover items on my unmade bed. I started throwing in random items of clothing. Shirts, dresses, shorts, shoes, cosmetics, etc. At this point, I didn’t know what I had packed but it would have to do at this point. I made sure that all electrical items were unplugged and that my stove was turned off.

“Let’s do this, Caroline.”

First off, my first-time flying was an absolute nightmare. I always thought first class was some magical place like they show on movies and tv shows. I thought I would be treated with the upmost respect and be given anything I wanted. Well- that was big negative nelly on that part. As soon as I boarded the flight, the stewardess asked if I was sitting in the right section. I had to physically show her my ticket, and even then, she looked at me like I was lying. The people were sat around me were rude, upper class people that looked at me like the stewardess had. If it was going to be this much of a hassle, I would have traded in my ticket for economy class.

Another thing was the turbulence was awful. I thought I was on the verge of dying in a plane crash multiple times. The people around me acted like it wasn’t a big deal, but I wasn’t a pro flyer like most of these people. I was so happy to finally touch down in Fort Lauderdale 5 hours later. The sun was slowly starting to set and it created a beautiful glow across the city. As the plane skidded onto the runway, my nerves started to get the best of me. What if Nikki is mad that I just randomly showed up? Maybe Doc told him that I was coming. Maybe it was Nikki’s idea all along. I had so many thoughts swirling through my head that it was making me dizzy.

I de-boarded the plane and went off to search for my luggage. I had no idea who was picking me up or where I was going at this point. The driver back in LA said nothing about a hotel or who was driving me where once I landed in Fort Lauderdale. I looked like a stray dog, wandering around the street, looking for an owner. As I made my way toward the exit, I could see different people lined up holding signs with people’s names written on them. Most of the signs read last names only, but none of them had Daniels or Caroline written on them. I had no idea how to get a hold of Doc, Nikki, or anyone for that matter.

I was almost on the verge of tears as I took a seat near the ticket counter. Maybe it WAS a big mistake to come out here. I should have known that something like this would happen. What was I going to do now? I had enough money to buy another plane ticket back home, but who’s to say they had another flight tonight back to LA? I would have to get a hotel and spend the night in a city that I was very unfamiliar with.

“Caroline!” A man’s voice called out. “Caroline!”

I looked over my shoulder and saw Tom Zutaut making his way towards me. I quickly wiped away the tears that had been falling and gathered my things. Even though I barely knew the guy, I was so excited to see him. I was so excited to see Tom that as soon as he was within arm’s reach, I wrapped my arms around his neck and almost squeezed the life out him.

“I’ve never been so happy to see someone in my whole life.” I muttered as I hugged him. I felt his chest move as he let out a laugh, wrapping his long arms around my waist.

“It’s good to see you too.” He laughed. I released him from my hold, standing to face the towering man. “So-. “He started. “How was the flight.”

I let out a sigh, explaining to him the whole ordeal with the stewardess, passengers, and the God-awful turbulence. He just stood there smiling the whole time as I expressed my distaste of flying. I probably sounded like a raging lunatic, over dramatizing the situation.

“So, you ready to go?” He asked, taking one of my bags. I let out a sigh, mentally asking myself if I really was ready. “Yeah-”I sighed. “I’m ready…”

“SO-“  I began. “How’s everything been going?”

Tom looked over at me, a smile adorned of his face. “Fine.” He spoke. “The guys have been killing it every night. The fans really love them.” I couldn’t help but smile as well. Nikki had expressed to me a couple times that he was worried that people wouldn’t like them once they went out on the road. You would never think by looking at him that he cared what people thought of him or his music, but he cared greatly. 

“Nikki’s been writing new songs for the next album. They seem pretty damn good.” My heart began to beat faster at the mention of Nikki’s name.

“How’s he been doing?” I asked.

Tom looked down at his lap and then back to me, “He’s living his best rock star life.” He chuckled. “Partying all night and sleeping all day.” A smile formed on my face at the mention of Nikki enjoying himself. “It looks like we’ve arrived.” Tom muttered, changing the subject. I looked out the dark window as the hotel came into view. The building was a bit older but looked pretty surrounded by all the manicured palm trees and bushes. The car came to a stop in front of the entrance, “You ready?” Tom asked. I looked at him, feeling panic start to engulf my body. “Are you okay?” He asked concerned. The door suddenly opened, revealing the smiling driver.

“Does he know I’m here?” I blurted out. “Does Nikki know I’m here?”

Tom scratched the back of his shaggy head, shaking his head no in the process. “He has no clue.” He stated. “Doc wanted it to be a surprise.” I should have known.

A million thoughts ran through my mind as Tom gave one last look before getting out if the limo. “It’s gonna be okay, Caroline.” He tried to assure me. “Trust me.” He smiled, reaching out his hand for me to take. I hesitated for a second before accepting his awaiting limb. The humid South Florida air enveloped me as the driver helped retrieve my bags from the trunk. I quietly thanked him before following Tom into the building. The inside felt almost as stuffy as it did outside, causing my clothes to stick to me even more. I instantly went to the check-in counter so I could get a room for the night or two. 

“Caroline.” Tom’s voice sounded. I looked up from my purse, “Yeah?” I asked confused. He was looking at me even more confused.

“What are you doing?” He questioned as he came over to where I was standing. I explained to him that I was going to get a room for the night. Since he didn’t say anything about a room, I figured that I would have to purchase my own.

He started to smile, “You’re sharing a room with Nikki.” My eyes widened at this revelation. “That’s okay, isn’t it? Doc and I figured it would be okay.” He explained. I slowly nodded my head as I placed my wallet back into my purse. I gave the clerk a small, apologetic smile, before turning and following Tom towards the elevators.

“Nikki and the guys are staying on the 6th floor.” He stated as he pressed the metal button. “Hopefully he’s in his room-” He checked his watch. “He’s usually in there writing new material or reading some kind of book.” I stayed silent as I waited for the elevator doors to open. Once the doors did open, my heart rate escalated. With each step we took, the more nervous I got.

We finally stopped in front of solid, wood door with the number 612 printed above the peephole. “Here we are.” Tom sang. My hands were sweating at this point as I tried to fix my clothes and fluff my hair out a bit. I could have used some time to clean up but there was no use at this point. I watched as Tom’s hand connected with the wood, knocking three times before stepping back. We stayed silent, waiting for Nikki to open the door. After a few seconds, Tom knocked again but there still no answer. “Weird.” He muttered. After another minute or so, he pulled a set of keys of his pocket. I watched as he placed the key in the lock, unlocking Nikki’s hotel room.

“Doc and I have keys to each of the guys’ rooms-” He began to explain. “You know just in case we need to get in for some reason.” I stayed silent as I followed his lead into Nikki’s room. First off, the room was an absolute wreck. Nikki’s clothes were scattered all over the place, there was empty food containers on the counter, along with waded up pieces of paper. Not to mention, the room was hotter than hades and smelled like sweat and alcohol. “What a mess.”

Tom let out a laugh, “You think this is bad, you should see Tommy and Vince’s room.” If it was worse than Nikki’s, then I think I would pass. I hesitantly placed my bags on a clean patch of carpet before taking a seat on the unmade bed. “So-” Tom began. “I’m gonna go find out where Nikki and the guys are and I’ll be back to get you. Okay?” I nodded my head. This little time to myself would give me time to freshen up a bit and not look so haggard. I waited until Tom closed the door before I started looking through my suitcase for a new outfit. I stepped over the clothes and trash as I walked toward the bathroom sink. I splashed warm water on my face, wiping away the grime with a clean washcloth (at least I hope it was clean).

I began to strip out of my clothes, leaving me in my mix-match bra and underwear. I was never the type of girl who wore sexy undergarments. I had underwear that had the days of the week on the backside, if that tells you anything about me. I walked over to where my suitcase was laying and started retrieving the clothes.

“Caroline, I found th- Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Tom’s voice had turned from relaxed to pure panic in the matter of seconds. I hurriedly picked up the towel that was laying on the floor, covering up my exposed body. Tom’s back was to me, “I am so, so sorry, Caroline. I should have knocked. Oh God, I am so sorry.” He continued to apologize.

I couldn’t help but start laughing. I was a little embarrassed at first but it was suddenly hilarious to me. It’s not like he saw me completely naked, I was covered in the important areas. “Are you okay?” Tom asked confused. “Oh God, are you crying?” He quickly turned around, a confused look adorning his face. “What’s so funny?”

I was laughing so hard that I really was on the verge of tears. “You should have seen your face.” I spoke between laughs. “I’m sorry for laughing but that was hilarious.”

Tom stood there awkwardly, “I- uh, I’m gonna let you finish getting uh, getting dressed.” I watched as he started to walk out of the room. “Just come out when you’re done, okay?”

“Okay.” I stated. I was starting to feel bad for laughing. I didn’t know Tom that well but I could tell her was a relatively shy and reserved guy. By the way he was acting, he was genially embarrassed for walking in on me. I was gonna have to apologize to him for laughing at him.

I quickly re-dressed, choosing a floral, spaghetti strapped dress with my Jellies. I left my hair down, teasing it up a little to add more volume since the humidity had other plans. Finally, applying foundation and a little bit of eye shadow. I took a quick look in the mirror before stepping out of the room, rejoining a still embarrassed Tom in the hallway.

We both started to speak, saying each other’s names in unison. “You go first.” I told him.

He took a deep breath, “I’m sorry I walked in on you. I really should have knocked or maybe just told you through the door.” He was still acting like he had just committed a serious crime.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, “It’s really okay, Tom.” I explained. “No harm, no fowl.” I smiled. “And, I’m sorry for laughing at you. I guess I was shocked by what happened and then I saw the look on your face. You were panicked and I should have reacted better.” A small smile formed on his face. “Truce?”

I placed my hand out for him to shake. He looked down at my hand, “Truce.” He placed his larger hand in mine, shaking off the incident. “Now-“ He started. “Let’s go find the guys.”  

Tom led me out to the pool area where the hotel guest were lounging in the sun and splashing around in the pool.

“Zutaut!” A man’s voice rang out, causing those around to look in that person’s direction.

“Oooh, Zutaut is getting him so pussy!” Another voice sounded. I knew it had to be the guys of Motley, luckily not Nikki’s.

“He’ll get that pussy after I’ve had my way with it first.” Nikki’s familiar voice finally sounded. My stomach kind of dropped at his comment. He had no idea that it was me standing behind Tom, meaning that he was more than willing to have sex with some random stranger. Does that mean he’s been sleeping with people behind my back? Before Tom could introduce my arrival, I stepped out from behind him, Nikki’s face instantly falling.

The guys stayed silent for a moment, Tommy looking between Nikki and I. “Hey.” I muttered. Nikki’s face was stone as he pushed his sunglasses up his nose. “Do we know her?” I heard Vince whisper to Tommy. Tommy slowly nodded his head, explaining who I was.

“Why is she here, Zutaut?” Nikki finally spoke. His hidden eyes burning holes into my soul as he remained seated in the poor chair.

“I was invited.” I decided to speak up. “Doc and Tom invited me.” I could see Tom shuffling nervously next to me as Nikki remained silent.

“Surprise.” Tom muttered, a small smile forming on his face.

Nikki’s face remained unchanged, the others looking in his direction with smirks on their faces. Even though it’s only been a couple weeks, Nikki looked different. I noticed he know had tattoos etched onto his arms, one being the name of the band. His hair was darker, his skin a bit more paler, and a massive chip was now planted on his shoulder.

“I like her.” Vince spoke, pulling his sunglasses down to look at me fully. I shuffled uncomfortably in my place, moving towards Tom in order to hide from his glare. Everything about this whole situation was making me uncomfortable and making me regret my decision to even come here. Nikki didn’t look the least bit thrilled to see me, almost as if he was wishing me away in his mind. His band mates were making me nervous, and it was hotter than hades outside. I was ready to be back in California in the seclusion of my tiny apartment.

“Sixx-” Tommy’s voice rang out. “Aren’t you gonna welcome your girl to Florida?” A huge smile was planted on his face. “I’m sure Lisa would like that.”

My head snapped to look at Tommy, my eyes growing wide. My name wasn’t Lisa, it’s freaking Caroline! Was there a Lisa? “Caroline.” Nikki and I said in unison. I looked at him, watching as he finished the rest of his beer, before staggering out of the poor chair. “Her name is Caroline, asshole.” He walked past them, grabbing my hand in the process, taking us in the direction of the motel. We both stayed silent as we walked, Nikki’s thumb softly rubbing against my own. We soon made it to the familiar door as Nikki removed his key from his pocket to unlock the door.

“It’s already unlocked.” I spoke. Nikki looked at me, confusion written on his face. “Tom let me in so I could put my stuff in there and so I could freshen up.” Nikki remained silent, staying still for a moment, before shaking his head and opening the door. I know that it was a surprise for me to just show up without him knowing, but he was acting like a real jerk right now. I wasn’t the one who came up with the idea. A part of me thought that he would be over the moon to see me, especially after what happened the last time we saw each other.

Once we were both in the room, standing on opposite sides of the bed, Nikki released his frustrations on me.

“Why are you here, Caroline?” He breathed out. I looked down at the ground, unable to make eye contact with him. “I was invited.” I muttered. I had no other answer to that question. “I thought you would be happy to see me.” He removed his sunglasses, throwing them on the bedside table.

He let out a sigh, rubbing his hand down his face, “If I wanted you to come out here, I would have invited you myself. Doc and Tom had no fucking right to in-“

“Stop being such an asshole!” I cut him off, bravery taking over my small frame. “I made the decision to take this offer because I missed you. I wanted to apologize for the way I acted and I was hoping you would do the same.” He remained silent. “I know I don’t fit into the whole rock star lifestyle but I’m willing to do anything to be with you, Nikki. Hell, I flew in an airplane so I could come and see you. I can’ say I would do that for anyone else and then here you are treating me like I’m a piece of trash on the street.”

I waited for him to say something back but he just stood there, keeping his eyes trained on the floor. The silence in the room was deafening, making me grow even more uncomfortable. “Can you please just say something!” I yelled. “Just talk to me.”

He slowly lifted his gaze from the floor, his green eyes drilling eyes through my body. “I fucking love you-“ He started. “I fucking love you and that’s the reason I bought you that fucking house.” His voice growing louder. “I worked my ass off to buy you that house and to have you say no, that fucking hurt.” I knew that he was upset about me refusing to move in with him, but I didn’t know he was this upset. “I’m not the type of person who lets people in right away. If you were just some girl I wanted to have sex with, I would have left you already and moved onto the next girl.” I watched as he began walking towards me. “I care so much about you that it’s scaring the shit out of me. You’re the only girl I’ve ever felt this way about and I have no idea how to be a good boyfriend or partner. Yeah, I bought a house without talking to you first, but I wanted it to be a surprise and I thought our relationship was ready for that type of surprise.” He was now standing in front of me, towering over my much shorter frame.

He intertwined his fingers with mine, “You are the only girl I ever want to be with. You’re the only girl I ever think about. I want you to move in with me and be there when I get back from tour. I want to wake up next to you every morning or afternoon or whenever we decide to get up.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as a tear trailed down my face. “Please-“ He brought my hand up to his lips, kissing the back of my hand. “Caroline, please move in with me.”

I remained silent, staring into his eyes, so many thoughts running through my head. “Okay.”

Looking back, I really should have thought more on that decision….

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One Night - pt. ii (david. d)

in case you guys missed it, this is now going to be a series! yay

part i

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The show must go on, after putting the cap back on the pregnancy test I tuck it into my bag. The last thing I need is some assistant to take out my garbage and start posting online that Y/n Y/Ln is pregnant.  It’s close enough to the show that I know I need to get to the stage to get my mic and test out a few things.

“How did that go?” Amanda asks, she catches me and walks with me.

“I’m pregnant.” I say with a straight face and let out a huff of air, I don’t wait for a comment from her. I walk on stage and the fans start screaming. I put on a smile and as best I can, I put the thought out of my head for an hour and a half. Yet, as soon as I step out of the view of everyone, the smile fades and reality sets in.

As soon as I’m offstage Amanda is right there.

“I need to go back to Los Angeles.”

“I rearranged some shows. You have a week off, you also have a flight to L.A first thing in the morning.”

And this is a reason why I love Amanda so much. She knows me all too well.

“Thank you.” She pulls me in for a hug.

The only thing I want to do when I get back to the hotel is crash and fall asleep, but I can’t. How am I supposed to tell David? What are we going to do? We’re both so young. Too young to have a kid, but I can’t give up this child. It’s mine, and David’s. How am I supposed to give up on something so pure and mine? I’ve always wanted to be a mom, even if I didn’t mean in my early twenties.

The one time I can fall asleep is on the flight. I thought all night, by the time the morning came I couldn’t keep thinking. My brain had to turn off eventually. That is until the pilot comes on to tell us we’ve landed in the ‘sunny city of los angeles’.

It’s afternoon here, I don’t even have David’s phone number. The only thing that helps me is my Uber receipt, that gets me ticket back to his house. The gate is open when I get there so I go straight for the front door. Natalie comes over to let me in, obvious shock on her face.

“Y/n, this is a surprise!” She cheers, she pulls me into a hug that puts a real smile on my face for the first time in fourteen hours.

“Hey, Natalie.”

“David, guess who’s here?” Natalie asks as she walks over to the couch. I hang back by the door while I kick off my shoes.

“Who-Y/n?” He asks as he sits up to look at me. He quickly tries to throw off the blanket he had on him, trying to act like he wasn’t napping in the middle of the day. I notice that Jason, Josh and Zane are here too.

They all get up from their spots to give me hugs and to say hi. David is the last to hug me, his arms pull me in tight and I let out a sigh. I really don’t want him to be mad after this. Right after letting go, he goes back to his spot and sits on the edge of the couch.

“I’m sorry for just randomly showing up.” I pull the ring on my finger and twist it around over and over, I’m filled with nerves right now.

“No, no it’s fine. Are you okay? I thought you were touring?” David looks at me genuinely confused.

“I am. I needed to talk to you.” I scratch at the back of my neck.

“You flew back to L.A. just to talk to me? Must be important.” David laughs and tries to joke to pick up the mood in the room.

“It is. Can we talk?” I nod to his room for some privacy.

He nods and quickly gets up from the couch, I follow him into his bedroom. I shut the door behind me and it gives me a weird sense of deja vu being back in here again. David sits down on the edge of his bed. I walk over and stand in front of him, he takes my hand in his to grab my attention.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m doing alright.” I laugh humorlessly.

“Okay good you had me worr-”

“I’m pregnant.” I interrupt before David can be completely relieved. I don’t want to tell him everything’s fine when I don’t know how he’s going to react to this.

His face is void of emotion. Any thoughts on his face that I could read before are gone.

“It’s yours.” I whisper, it doesn’t seem right to talk at full volume with him so quiet now, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here, I haven’t been with anyone else. There’s no other guys out there.”

He still hasn’t spoken so for some reason I feel a need to fill the silence.

“I’m keeping it. I’m not asking you to give up your life for this, I just needed you to know. I can do this on my own, I’m going to be fine.”

“We’re going to be fine.” I correct, subconsciously my free hand goes to the bump that isn’t there yet.

David finally looks up and stares into my eyes.

“I want to do this.” His grip on my hand tighten, “I want to be a part of this kids life. I want to help as much as I can.”

“Are you sure? That’s not why I came here. I came because I needed to tell you. I will be okay on my own-”

“No.” He cuts me off before I can continue, “That’s my kid in there too. I want to be a dad.”

We both stay that way for a while, in silence while we both let it sink in. I grow tired of just standing there so I take a seat next to him on the edge of the bed.

“How long have you known?” David asks.

“I found out last night, right before I went on stage. In a crappy dressing room bathroom.” I laugh and shake my head, “The rest of this tour is going to be fun.”

“I’m sorry you found out that way.” He puts a hand on the edge of my face, his thumb traces over my cheekbone, “I’m sorry you had to find out alone.”

I shrug, I put my hand on top of his to keep it there. It’s a comforting feeling.

“How long can you stay before you need to go back on tour?”

David and I lay back on top of the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Completely innocent at this point, only our shoulders touch.

“I have a little less than a week.” I sigh, “Then I have to go back. There’s only six more weeks of tour left.”

“And then what?” He turns his head to face me, “Should we move in together? Get married? Buy a house?”

I can tell his mind is racing a thousand miles a minute at this point.

“Woah, slow down.” I laugh, “We’ll take things one step at a time. We aren’t getting married, not like this. I’m not going to have that be the single reason for marrying someone. As for living together, I don’t know if that’s something we have to do. At least not until we’re closer to the birth.”

David nods, seemingly agreeing with everything I’m saying.

“What about seeing other people?”

His question completely throws me off. Just two seconds ago he was talking about getting married! Now he wants to date?

“You can date if you want.” I shrug and try to act like I’m easy going with all of this.

“I don’t want to.” He shakes his head, “I just want to know what we are, I don’t want to date other people.”

“Me either.” I admit, “But, I don’t think we’re ready for boyfriend/girlfriend yet.”

“What?” He laughs, “We’re having a kid and you think that you being my girlfriend is moving too fast?”

“Is that so crazy?” I ask with a smirk, “I want to date you because I want to date you. I don’t want to date you because I got knocked up.”

“Wow, classy.” He jokes.

“Shut up.” I lightly smack his shoulder.

“No, no.” He holds up his hands in defense, “I agree. I want you to love me for David, not because we’re going to have the cutest baby ever.”

David leans forward to press a kiss to my lower stomach which easily makes me laugh. I haven’t really thought about it actually being in there. I know I’m pregnant, but it’s different knowing that something is alive inside of you.

“We’re having a baby.” David whispers quietly.

“We’re having a baby.” I nod with a smile.

David sits up more to press a kiss to my lips. We haven’t kissed in several weeks, but it feels like we’ve been kissing forever. It just feels right. It feels so right, we don’t pull away for a while.

“Okay.” I get up from the bed, “I have to go check on my apartment, I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah, you might need my phone number to do that.” David grins. We happily exchange phones to put our numbers in each other’s phone respectively.

“Hey, what should I tell people? They’re definitely going to want to know what you had to talk to me about in private.” David points in the area of where his friends are in the living room.

“Tell them whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m fine if people know, as long as it’s not public. I don’t want fans asking me at concerts or TMZ chasing me down just yet.”

“Okay, I think I’ll tell friends then. Just make sure everyone stays quiet about it.” David explains.

“Sounds great.”

“You know, you don’t have to go. You could stay here.” He pats the empty side of the bed next to him.

“Well, believe it or not, I don’t sleep around.” I laugh, “And we’re not officially dating. So I will be going home tonight.”

I lean down for one more quick peck. I walk out and say goodbye to everyone, obviously in a better mood than when I came in.

While on the ride back to my apartment, my phone buzzes. I grab it to see a text from Beth.

I saw pics from paps at the airport, you’re in town! Let’s get a drink!!!

[tinsley-goldsworth]

is this the real life? or is this just fantasy?

Summary: crowley and shane had been friends ever since they became demons and when ryan finds out, he’s extremely confused and terrified, to say the least

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Wc: 2514

Crowley and Shane had been best friends ever since they became demons. Fallen angels were usually filled with too much vengeance and anger to make friends when first entering hell but with their similar sarcastic humor and cynicism, Crowley and Shane became fast friends. Ironically, they both happened to be the two demons sent to watch over Earth, for different purposes of course. Crowley was sent to ensure that Armageddon would occur smoothly while Shane was sent by the department of management of otherworldly effects and inspection of human activity regarding such. 

Throughout the years, Crowley and Shane only met once or twice a century, depending on how violent wars were in the current era. Whenever they met, Crowley would always complain about how oblivious Aziraphale, an angel who was also sent to supervise the occurrence of Armageddon, was and how no matter how hard he tried to flirt with that angel, he never seemed to pick up on signals. Frankly, Shane felt like he was witnessing a six-thousand-year romantic comedy with all the hilariously sappy updates Crowley offered. While Crowley was busy running around wreaking havoc and chasing after Aziraphale’s heart, Shane didn’t have much to do other than make sure that people didn’t go around performing enough Satanic rituals to tear open a vortex to hell. 

As intelligent as some humans were, some humans were extremely dumb and fooled around with Satanic rituals and joked about holy water so Shane had to deal with those idiots to make sure nothing dangerous would happen. There wasn’t too much to worry about until the witch trial craze and rituals and human interference with otherworldly beings increased and Shane kept himself busy. Once that died down, Shane got a bit of a break before cameras were invented and people began spreading tales of catching demons and gathering evidence to prove there were creatures other than the ones humans were familiar with. Shane managed to get some of these rumors to die down with his sharp cynicism and logical remarks that made people question if they really saw what they think they saw. He also got rid of some evidence of his fellow demons and finally felt like he had solved the problem of these pesky humans poking their noses around in demons’ business. 

Unfortunately for Shane, his job on Earth wasn’t done yet as some guy by the name of Ryan Bergara created a show about proving demons, other supernatural beings, and ghosts were real. And even worse, the show was rapidly gaining popularity so Shane couldn’t just wipe the show off the internet and expect people to not be suspicious. So, Shane booked the first flight to Los Angeles and applied for a job at Buzzfeed. He became fast friends with everybody in the office, including Ryan and he convinced Brent, the co-host on the show, to drop his role and pursue his other dreams of filmmaking. Soon, Shane became the new Buzzfeed Unsolved co-host. Ryan has caught some compelling evidence on camera but Shane always made sure to have scientific evidence to back up his rebuttals. Unexpectedly, Shane also gained popularity on the internet for his witty remarks and banter on the show and fans of the show began to suspect that he was a demon based on circumstantial evidence that could easily be refuted. 

Shane and Ryan had just finished filming another season of Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural when Armageddon occurred. Or rather, it did, then it didn’t. Pretty soon, the internet had a new conspiracy to chew on, and Ryan was convinced by internet forums that Armageddon had occurred and almost started writing up another episode on that event. Shane managed to steer Ryan away from that path and he could tell that Ryan was starting to get suspicious. 

After Armageddon, Shane decided to meet up with Crowley again at Aziraphale’s bookstore now that Aziraphale had finally realized that his love for Crowley was requited and Crowley didn’t want to spend a second without Aziraphale within a one-mile radius. Since Shane and Ryan happened to be in London after just wrapping up filming the last couple of supernatural episodes, it was easy for him to slip away with the excuse that he was visiting an old friend. 

As Shane pushed opened the door of the bookshop, Crowley was already waiting for him in a large plush chair with a book in hand. His legs were dangling over the armrest on the chair and as he looked up to meet Shane’s eyes, he sat up properly, swinging his legs around to rest them where they were supposed to be. “Well if it isn’t Shane Madej.”

“Crowley, how have you been? Hi Aziraphale,” Shane greeted the angel as he walked into the room, holding two cups of coffee and placing them on the small coffee table. Aziraphale offered a small smile before disappearing to the back of the bookshop, giving Shane and Crowley privacy to talk. 

“Good, good. Life with Aziraphale has been great. How are things with you?” Crowley asked as he put down the book and gently held the cup of coffee, taking a sip of the hot liquid. He crossed his legs and leaned forward in his seat. 

“Good. I’ve kept Ryan from interfering with our business too much. You know, he’s the one who created that show on YouTube and chases after ghosts and stuff,” Shane carefully lifted his cup of coffee to his lips, taking a small sip to find that it was burning hot, just as he liked it. 

“I thought YouTube was just for cat videos. So, have you settled in with Ryan yet?” Crowley downed the last of his coffee and set down the cup on the coffee table. He leaned back into the chair, sinking down as he rested his hands against the back of his head.

“Oh, we’re just friends. I did fall in love though,” Shane smiled as he thought about his girlfriend and Crowley raised his eyebrows, silently urging him to share more. He took another sip of coffee before continuing. “Her name is Sara and we moved in together. We’ve been dating for about 5 years and we have a cat named Obi. She also works at Buzzfeed so I get to see her really often.”

“She sounds so sweet! Do you mind if I take off my sunglasses? It’s getting a bit dark in here,” Crowley asked and Shane nodded, placing down his cup of coffee as well. 

“I might as well take off my contacts. I’ve been wearing these too much nowadays since having red eyes isn’t socially acceptable anymore,” Shane sighed and took out his brown contacts, blinking his red eyes as Crowley took off his dark sunglasses to reveal his yellow, snake-like eyes. Now, up to this point, Shane and Crowley had no idea that they were being watched by Ryan Bergara. 

Ryan had a feeling that something was off with Shane ever since he met Shane. For example, Shane was able to control his emotions scarily well and he seemed to never be scared of anything. Lately, Shane has been acting more weird than usual and the last straw in convincing Ryan that Shane was a demon was how he abruptly steered Ryan away from making an episode about Armageddon. When Shane made an excuse about leaving to visit a friend, Ryan followed him. He watched Shane enter into the bookshop from the front and snuck in through the back, managing to sneak past the bookshop owner.

Ryan had been watching Crowley and Shane talk about their lives as if they hadn’t caught up in decades from behind a bookshelf. The conversation had been relatively normal, up until the point when Shane revealed his red eyes and Crowley flashed his snake-like ones. This scared Ryan so much that he jumped out from his hiding spot with a small bottle of holy water, pointing it at the two demons.

“Freeze! I have holy water and I’m not afraid to use it!” Both demons froze in place and turned around to see Ryan pointing the bottle of holy water at their faces. His eyes were wide with fear and his hands were visibly shaking. 

“You don’t want to use that,” Crowley warned and his eyes flashing with doubt and disapproval as Ryan slowly inched his way towards him and Shane. He didn’t seem too worried that Ryan would randomly use the water without being provoked but still kept a bit of caution.

“Are you both demons? Shane, what is going on?” Ryan asked with fear gripping the edge of his words. He didn’t know what the procedure was to get rid of demons via holy water so he prayed that he wouldn’t have to use it.

“Oh, Crowley, this is Ryan. Ryan, this is Crowley, an old friend of mine. And we are totally not demons,” Shane deadpanned, a mischievous grin on his face. Even when Shane knew that he could get hurt by the holy water, he couldn’t help but inject some of his classic sarcasm into the conversation. Ryan’s eyes widened and he took a giant step forward, still holding the bottle of holy water.

“You’re kidding,” Ryan stated with a questioning tone in his voice. He narrowed his eyes with suspicion as he kept slowly advancing towards Shane and Crowley.

“Yeah, you’re right. We’re both demons. Congrats, you caught us!” Shane admitted, realizing that there was literally no other excuse that could cover up the truth this time. Ryan was so shocked by the fact that he was correct that he almost dropped his holy water. 

“Ha! I knew it! I was right all along! I knew you were a demon! No human could ever create something as terrible as the Hot Daga!” Ryan exclaimed gleefully as his initial fear started to recede. However, he still maintained a firm grip on the bottle of holy water. 

“Hey! You know, some people actually enjoy watching the Hot Daga. In fact, I’m going to start another season during the post-mortem! Everybody wants to know how their favorite holographic lesbian corn is doing,” Shane responded defiantly and Crowley glanced at the two, very clearly confused by whatever they were discussing. 

“Sorry, what did you just say about a corn and a hot dog now?” Crowley asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Ryan glanced over at him and noticed the strange tattoo on the side of his face, and as he opened his mouth to ask about it, Aziraphale walked into the room with a pot of coffee, oblivious to the strange interactions that were occurring.

“I brought some more coffee for you two and-” Aziraphale paused when he saw Ryan and fear flashed in Ryan’s eyes again. “Oh dear, Crowley, you didn’t tell me more people were coming! Should I bring an extra cup?”

“Who are you? Are you a demon too?” Ryan turned around, pointing the bottle of holy water at the angel menacingly. Aziraphale didn’t seem to be fazed at all by Ryan’s paranoia and smiled in response to his reaction. 

“Of course not. On the contrary, I’m an angel.” Aziraphale poured coffee into the empty cups before pressing a quick kiss on Crowley’s cheek. Crowley blushed furiously but broke into a giant grin. If Ryan wasn’t so enthralled by the fact that he was talking to two demons and an angel after spending years of trying to prove that supernatural forces existed in the world, he would have found the brief but affectionate interaction adorable. 

“Wait, hold up. So, angels and demons exist? In this world?” Ryan must’ve looked really shell shocked as he took a seat in an empty chair, eyes wide with disbelief. He couldn’t process the fact that he was correct all along and Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged knowing looks, clearly having dealt with humans who had unexpectedly found out what they were before. “I definitely need to write up an episode for Unsolved for this.”

“That is if you still remember this in the morning,” Shane replied with a smirk on his face and before Ryan could ask what he meant, Shane snapped his fingers and everything faded to black. 

Ryan woke up the next morning with a noisy headache and he groaned as he rolled over in his bed, reaching for a bottle of water and taking a generous gulp of the water. He sat up in his bed and looked around the dim hotel room, wondering why he couldn’t remember half of yesterday. Ryan could only recall asking Shane where he was heading out to but couldn’t remember anything else after that. Shane was already up and dressed, and he was sitting at the desk, his eyes trained on his laptop, presumably working. 

“Hey Shane, what happened yesterday? I can’t remember anything and I have the worst headache,” Ryan pressed his fingers to his temple, hoping that would relieve the pain. Shane swiveled around in his chair to face Ryan, his warm, brown eyes magnified by his glasses. 

“You had a really bad headache when I went to visit some friends and when I came back, you were already asleep. You’ve been working too hard,” Shane answered nonchalantly and returned back to staring at his laptop screen. Ryan was unconvinced but the story Shane offered would explain the headache and gap in his memory. He decided that he was convinced and got up from bed, the headache slowly receding. By the time he, Shane, and the Buzzfeed Unsolved crew got to the airport and were waiting to board their flight back to Los Angeles, the headache was gone. 

Ryan forgot about that strange headache until they were filming the first post-mortem for the new Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural season. After Shane and Ryan finished answering all the questions they chose, Shane went to his Google docs app and Ryan knew that he was screwed. Just as Ryan finished the outro, Shane immediately began, “I would now like to-”

“I thought you weren’t doing a new season of this horrible little cartoon of yours,” Ryan dropped his head in his hands, letting out an exasperated sigh. Shane paused and grinned, staring directly into the camera. 

“Well everybody wants to know how their favorite holographic lesbian corn is doing so I just had to continue this thrilling saga!” Shane continued on to read the story from his phone and Ryan frowned as he tried to remember where he heard that same specific phrase from. Suddenly, memories of the afternoon before his headache in London spottily flashed back in Ryan’s mind in fragments. He remembered seeing Shane with red eyes and his friend’s yellow, snake-like eyes. The words “angel” and “demon” were floating around with those memories, and Ryan was pulled out of his memories and back into reality. 

Nobody in the comments section pointed out Ryan’s disturbed look as that was generally the look he always wore during the Hot Daga and since Shane was still loudly reading his story, Ryan could only sit and wonder if what he just remembered was a vivid fantasy or reality.

~

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[gofancyninjaworld]

Powerscaling follies

Because I can’t stop thinking, I thought I’d build on an excellent conversation from this morning [link].

About the time fans realise that the Hero Association hero rankings aren’t in order of hero strength, perhaps even agreeing with Child Emperor that even if you can measure strength, it means very little in practical terms, they start wanting to rank the heroes themselves.   You will find no end of tiering posts on Reddit and on YouTube.

They’re fun, but there are two problems with them.  First, is how susceptible fans are to presentation.  Second, is that a lot of tiers use disaster levels for hero and monster alike without thinking through what that actually means. 

It’s all in how you present it

It’s even more fun when you realise that most fans are dragged along by presentation like a dog tied to a cart.  ‘Tier lists’ describe well presented and poorly presented a lot more than they describe strong or weak.   It doesn’t seem to matter how explicitly the story spells out the importance of compatibility and circumstance in determining how outcomes fall.  It doesn’t matter how explicitly the story points out that there’s no straightforward definition of strength.  Nope, nope.   It’s a rather pointless pursuit, but I suppose it amuses some.

ONE knowingly plays with the power of presentation to unduly influence viewer judgement and he has two particularly long-running mirror cases.

1. Saitama:  We the external audience see Saitama do amazing feats.  However, within the story, his mighty slayings are presented in such a way that it’s easy for the internal audience to discount them.  Watching Saitama go unjustly unrecognised is something that upsets a lot of fans. 

2.  With great insouciance, ONE in a 2012 interview went “ Genos is rather powerful even among the S-Class heroes.”  [link] And fans went REALLY? WE DON’T BELIEVE YOU.  If he’s so strong, why is he struggling?  That’s the power of presentation for you.

But it’s everywhere.  One year, Stinger is so weak!  One hit from a demon-level monster took him out!

Another year, Stinger is so strong!  He’s working with just one other hero to literally whittle a demon-level monster down to size!

The messy and contingency dependent nature of battle in One-Punch Man, and the way you can’t compare two situations directly is part of what makes the series such a joy for me.  However, for someone used to sports tournaments and tournament-style anime where extreme effort is made to level the playing field to make such comparisons easy, it’s a headache

Disaster Level: Hero

While I’m on that topic, can I say how deeply irritating I find the way many fans think about disaster levels. It’s explicit in the story that the Hero Association started assigning threat levels as a rough guide to what response it thought the threat merited and is deeply imperfect. It’s important enough the story spends a whole chapter spelling it out: https://readms.net/r/onepunch_man/Special/4156/1?auth=1  The Hero Association literally doesn’t have the information to judge a monster perfectly in the moment but has to make some classification as to what people ought to do and what sort of heroes the dispatcher should try to put together to tackle the threat. 

 And yet, you find fans thinking them hard-set and even trying to find graduations in them. Sometimes I wish that the disaster level rankings were renamed ‘be careful,’ ‘stay indoors,’ ‘head for shelter,’ ‘run for your life,’ and ‘just pray.’   It’s exactly what the Hero Association wants people to take from ‘demon’ and ‘tiger’ – and a person wouldn’t be able to argue about a higher stay indoors without looking like a total pillock.  :D

That’s just irritating.  Where it gets absurd is when they lump heroes into threat levels thinking it’s a way to say how strong heroes are.

What kind of threat could heroes pose if they decided to turn on humanity? ‘Even’ Class C heroes are freakishly strong by human standards... and most force multiply with some sort of weapon.  What kind of threat level that hero would pose would depend not just on strength but their capacity to project that power.  As well as how creatively they cared to use their abilities. If Gearsper decided to throw rubble at people, he’d account for dozens of casualties before he ran out of gas. If he decided to use his relatively limited psychic abilities to break major blood vessels in people so they bled out internally and died, he could kill thousands. 

About a year ago, I answered a query about the threat levels Class S heroes could be.  I’ve added some comments since in italics.

A: Really Bad Juju

These heroes have the ability to get to multiple cities rapidly under their own steam and the ability to rapidly devastate large portions of it when they do.  We’re talking deaths in hundreds of thousands to millions.

Top of that list: Metal Knight. Unlike everyone else, he can be in many places at once. His work on large civil engineering projects means that he understands how to cripple cities with an efficiency the others would envy. He is anything but impulsive – no running around randomly knocking shit down for him! Every action will be calculated to exact the most impact possible. And getting rid of his robots doesn’t stop him: he operates on the principle that he’s surrounded by powerful enemies who’d kill him if only they could find him. I doubt even Child Emperor knows where he is. There’s plenty more robots where the first wave came from.

Next down is Tatsumaki. She’s seriously bad news in ways I trust I do not need to enumerate, but she can only be in one place at a time, which is a relief. Also a relief, she hasn’t the most stamina in the world, but good luck exploiting that.

If Blast can fly, then he’s here. If not, he’ll be at the top of the next category down. As best we know, he’s not telekinetic nor a range weapon user, but he is outrageously powerful.

Bringing up the rear of this category is Genos. His being able to fly puts him out of reach of the majority of heroes and ability to destroy wide areas makes him troublesome – particularly if he decides to blow things up rather than vaporize them (what’s the difference? Several orders of magnitude in energy use). Compared to the others in this category, he’s relatively easy to stop, but ‘relative’ is a big word – it only took a multi-kilometre long, heavily-armoured monster with insane regenerative abilities to do that the last time. You totally have one in your backyard, right? And once stopped, he’s liable to blow himself up as a final 'fuck you’.

B: Bad Juju

The good news: they’re not going to be zipping from City A to City B, leaving trails of devastation in their wake. The bad news: they’re still pretty fast. And they’re really, really hard to stop.

Bang

Atomic Samurai

Child Emperor

Superalloy Darkshine

Flashy Flash

Watchdogman

Metal Bat, if you let him get going.

Drive Knight. I’m open to changing this. Nah, I’m comfortable with leaving him here now.

C: Very Bad News

Okay, so they’re not likely to get very far fast and they might not be as hard to stop as the ones in the category above, but you’ll be very, very sorry if you take them lightly.

King. King’s not going anywhere. You come to King. He’s not actually wrecking anything. But he looks like he might. We don’t want to risk that. Long live the King.

Zombieman

Metal Bat if you stop him before he really gets going. If you don’t, so sad. Can also be stopped by cute kittens, it being time to pick Zenko up or the actual appearance of Zenko.

Amai Mask. Find the ugliest people, things and malodorous stenches you can lay hands on and you’ll soon have him corralled.

Pig God.  He’ll eat hundreds of people, but he has to catch them first.

Tank Top Master

Puri Puri Prisoner

D: Bad News

Sorry, there’s nobody here. Do not incite an S-Class hero to rage. It will not go well.

I only wrote in answer to a specific question, but a wider view would see many A and B class heroes being bad news and even very bad news. depending on where exactly they are. And of course, I’ve not considered Saitama. If Saitama ever lost it, the planet would no longer exist.

[luv-esabella]

It’s a Stupid Sweatshirt

Thank you @Lnc2 for creating the Silly Songs With Ladybug Challenge. I got the song “Sweatshirt” by Jacob Sartorius. And I know I’m a little late, but this fic was way longer than I expected.

***

“Really Nino? This was the best you can do?” Adrien mused when he received a package right when he stepped onto the school’s campus, although had a hunch on what it contained. Nino’s expression was a dead giveaway.

“Just open the package and put it on! I had to commission this online, but it was so worth it! I’m pretty sure the designer thinks I’m one of your obsessed fanboys, but whatever. Time to pay up dude!” the DJ laughed as Adrien tore through the package and looked at the design.

“It’s a stupid sweatshirt,” the model shot a glare at his friend, although he was a little amused at the design himself.

The front of the sweatshirt said “I’m Under Agreste” along with a picture of his face back when he had a particularly embarrassing underwear photoshoot. The picture was his best attempt at a smoldering gaze, although it wasn’t all that hard for him to pose for the camera. All he had to do was imagine that he was posing for Ladybug. Or rather Marinette.

Speaking of which, he looked up to see the designer was entering the school with Alya by her side. The ravenette was laughing, most likely at something her friend said before looking around the courtyard and spotting him. Immediately she turned a bright red and looked away super fast.

Adrien sighed as the girls continued on as they were. It’s not his fault that the reveal has been particularly embarrassing. Mostly on his part. Which was why it took him so long to actually talk to her about it. However, it was his fault that there was a semi-awkward rift between them now. This was what he gets for waiting so long to confront her.

“Dude! There’s more!” Nino interrupted his thoughts, “Turn to the back.”

If Adrien thought the front was bad, the back definitely took the cake. In big loopy letters read “Guess things got too Agreste-ive”, along with a few lipstick imprints scattered randomly on the fabric. It wasn’t hard for anyone to guess what the sweatshirt was implying.

“Does it have to be a week?” Adrien squeaked out as he turned the shade of Ladybug’s suit.

Nino laughed, although it sounded like a sinister crackle to his ears.

“This is what happens when you lose a bet! Time to follow through with it,” the DJ grinned.

The model grumbled before slipping the sweatshirt on. He already had a feeling that this was going to be a long week. Luckily he only had to wear the sweatshirt within the school campus. His father would throw a fit if he actually saw him wear anything remotely hideous in front of the public.

They both waited for the bell to ring before heading to class. And just as they got to their homeroom, Adrien got the reaction that he was expecting. All eyes turned to him and Nino’s “gift”. Immediately the whole class was in an uproar. Scratch that. The attention he was getting now was a thousand times worse.

“Dang Agreste. Trying to tell us what happened last night or something?” Alya smirked with a wriggle of her eyebrows.

Nino laughed as he greeted his girlfriend.

“This is his payment for losing that bet two weeks ago.”

Alya smiled in delight. “My, my Lahiffe. I see you’ve been picking up on some of my teachings. I can’t believe that he’s wearing this for a whole day!”

Ha, He wish it was only for a day. Not that Alya needed to know. Unfortunately, Nino had no mercy. And just like he suspected, his friend told the reporter all she needed to know.

“This is quite impressive,” the brunette mused, “Good luck trying to escape all your fans.”

Adrien grumbled. No need to remind him when he already got a ton of reactions from them this morning.

After a while of more teasing from his friends, they decided to spare him. The rest of the class period was uneventful. However, he did hear the offhand comment coming from Chloé or a stray remark from Alix.

When lunch came around, Adrien underestimated the attention that was coming his way.

“Agreste obviously wants more attention from his lady fans. As if he didn’t have it already, let the other guys have a turn!”

“Isn’t Adrien’s sweatshirt hot? I definitely need to buy one for myself!”

“I wonder if he wants that sweatshirt to apply to me.” He heard snickers from that particular group of girls.

“Whatever. He’s probably wearing it to show off to his girlfriend.”

The last comment made Adrien blush as he and Nino headed towards their usual lunch spot. It’s not like he never thought of it before after all Chat Noir tried showing off to Ladybug countless times before. But how would Marinette act if he tried showing off as Adrien?

In fact, the whole day the designer was rather quiet about the whole sweatshirt ordeal. Her opinions never surfaced once.

“Hey guys! Sorry we’re late,” Alya smiled as she and Marinette joined the group.

The ravenette shot a glance at him, before looking down at his sweatshirt and looking back up at his face. The model smirked. Just as he was about to ask her opinion on his fashion choice, Alya decided to cut in.

“Have you guys seen the new Ladynoir content on my blog?”

Marinette looked smug as she settled into the new topic. She may have never shown interest in Ladynoir content before, but it beats Adrien’s to-be interrogation. Meanwhile, Adrien was sulking in his seat. And since it looks like he can’t talk to her alone, it looks like the only time available would be on patrol, which is, unfortunately, two days away.

Doesn’t matter though. His lady may think she could escape him, but she has never been more wrong. All he needed to do was wait a little longer.

***

The rest of the day, and the two days after that was nothing but hilarious torture for Adrien. Seriously, he was pretty sure he saw one of his fans have a close replica of his current sweatshirt. It was hilariously creepy, and Nino couldn’t help but agree.

However, when the two friends enter the classroom for the final lesson of the day, it seems like they were interrupting a certain conversation. One involving Adrien and his sweatshirt.

“Seriously. Whatcha think Mari? Hot or not?”

“It’s just a stupid sweatshirt Alya. If he and Nino want to be ridiculous then that’s fine. A lot of people wear these things without others fussing over it.”

“But it’s the Adrien Agreste! Obviously, people are going to fuss over it!”

“That doesn’t mean that I have to Alya.”

The redhead huffed before countering her best friend. “You never answered my question Mars. Although, if I didn’t know you any better, I’m pretty sure you think sunshine model was pretty hot.”

Alya smirked mischievously as the ravenette turned bright red before composing herself instantaneously.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “It’s not like it’s a super big deal or anything.”

The group caught on to her mistake before the ravenette could do so herself.

“Not a big deal huh,” the brunette smirked evilly.

Marinette rolled her eyes again as she took out her sketchbook, not interested in further conversation, “Yep. Not a big deal Als.”

“I bet you wouldn’t make it a day in Mr. Model’s shoes. How about I offer you a deal.”

Whatever the dare was going to be, Adrien already knew that his lady was going to go through with it. Ladybug was super competitive and never backed down from a challenge before. Why was this time any different?

Unfortunately for the model, he couldn’t hear what the dare was since the girls spotted them and decided to keep their deal a secret. Patrol was tonight anyways. He’ll get all the answers he needed by then.

*** “Alya won the bet, so you’re safe for the rest of the week. Your welcome.”

Adrien pulled the phone away from his face as he stared at the screen, not that Nino could see his expression.

“What does that have to do with anything?” The model finally voiced. Maybe he missed something the DJ said earlier that day. Or maybe his friend just didn’t mention anything at all. It wouldn’t be the first time. It seems like his friend kept a lot of little things a secret.

He heard some shuffling across the screen before a new voice spoke up.

“Doesn’t matter,” Alya grumbled before perking up a second later. “Can I borrow your sweatshirt the rest of the week though?”

Before Adrien could reply, the reporter was already speaking again, “Thanks! Bye!”

The model didn’t even bother to speak since he heard more shuffling across the phone.

“Marinette lost her side of the bet. You’re off the hook for now,” Nino voiced, not bothering to explain things anymore.

Well thanks Nino. As if that’s going to tell me anything, the model thought.

“Meaning?”

“That means that she’s going to be wearing your sweatshirt. The stupid gag gift? I thought that you’d be more excited but-”

Adrien stopped listening after that.

All he could think about now was Marinette. In his sweatshirt. Marinette was going to be in his sweatshirt! Oh god! His lady was going to wearing something he wore! God, he was so happy!

He was brought back to earth when Plagg started growling and flew across the room to his precious Camembert stack. He mumbled something about stupid love-struck teens before indulging in his snack.

“I gotta go Nino. See you tomorrow ok?”

“But dude!”

The model hung up. He looked at the clock and realized it was time for patrol. Perfect. He smirked as he called upon his transformation. Won’t his lady be happy about what he’d learned...

***

“I think that’s about it, don’t you think Chat?” Ladybug smiled as they finished their rounds for the night. She walked along the beams of the Eiffel Tower before sitting down.

She looked at the view of Paris sparkling in the moonlight. Sleepless nights were worth it if she could see her city like this almost every night.

She turned her attention towards her partner, who was oddly silent for most of the patrol. However, action spoke louder than words. Earlier when they did happen to speak, his eyes would always gaze into hers. And although he never specifically expressed his emotions, his eyes would always spark a question. Kinda curious, but also a bit mischievous. Like he knew something she didn’t, but he wanted her to tell him that certain something anyways.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Ladybug asked as her partner’s attention turned to face her.

He came closer to where she was. He leaned into her personal space bubble for a moment, before quickly retreating.

“What do you think LB?”

Ladybug rolled her eyes, “I’m not a mind reader chaton.”

“Really now?”

Chat Noir smirked, “So you wouldn’t happen to know anything about losing a certain bet then. Or having to wear a certain sweatshirt tomorrow?”

He took great pleasure in watching his lady’s face match the color of her suit.

“N-nope! N-not at all!” The heroine all but squeaked out.

Curse Alya and her bait and tricks. But now Chat was acting all smug too? The next two days were going to be the death of her.

“I can’t wait to see you in something I wore. Covered in my scent,” she saw Chat glance at her lips before looking up.

“Y-yeah?” She shuttered. Damn it! Now was not the time to portray any of the emotions she currently felt.

His voice dropped an octave as he scooted closer, “You’ll be marked in something that’s mine. I hope you’re ready for tomorrow m’lady. Cause I don’t intend to leave you alone.”

“How about you don’t?” It was already going to be torturous enough just to wear that darn sweatshirt. Adrien hanging around all day? She couldn’t take that.

“Nice to know that my presence affects you so much bugaboo.”

Chat hasn’t used these nicknames in a while. The reveal seemed to affect Adrien and Marinette the most, but for the most part, Ladybug and Chat Noir’s partnership remained the same. Except for the affectionate nicknames.

She wasn’t going to tell Chat that she missed them, but did he seriously have to bring them up now? It was hard enough trying to keep her cool.

“It doesn’t.” She pulled out her yo-yo and got ready to leave when Chat Noir caught her wrist.

“How about a purrposal?”

He watched as she turned to face him.

Hook.

“And that is?”

Line

“I could get Alya to call off the bet tomorrow. I know one of her dirty little secrets.”

Sinker

She put her yo-yo away before examining his face.

“You want something out of this. Don’t think that I don’t know how this works kitty.”

Chat didn’t answer. “How about another dare, bug?”

That was about the last thing she wanted right now, but if she could get Alya’s dare off her back? She’ll take it.

“What do you have in mind?”

Chat stood up slowly, looking at the direction of her house.

“I’ll race you to your balcony. Winner can claim anything they want from the loser.”

Ladybug studied her partner for a moment as she went over the consequences in her head. What could Adrien possibly want from her? Considering where they’re racing to, the odds of her winning were pretty high.

“Deal. Although, it’s pretty much a lost cause in your case. Seriously Chat? My own balcony?”

He was about to reply before she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, which was enough to stun him for a good few seconds and make him forget about what he was going to say.

She gave him a wink before jumping off the Eiffel Tower, “Go!”

He heard her laugh as she got her head start. Cheater.

He got started on his own path with the thought of a dare in mind. After all, his lady didn’t need to know that he found a fast route to her balcony when he was on a solo patrol one night. Nor did she need to know why he took solo patrols at all.

He pushed all thoughts out of his mind as he propelled himself through the air. Right now, he had a race to win.

***

“You couldn’t have won! I swear you cheated!”

It was pretty amusing seeing Ladybug all worked up. She’s been saying things like this for the last few minutes, trying to see how she could’ve possibly lost. It was pretty cute.

“You technically had a head start m’lady. If anything, you’re the cheater here.”

“I was winning! I saw my empty balcony Chat! You weren’t even in my line of sight!” She tried thinking of all the possible routes in mind. She knew the way to her house best! She should’ve came here first.

“I still won bugaboo. Or did you forget about what the winner gets?”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure Chat. Let’s just get this over with.”

She honestly should’ve learned from losing a dare the first time.

Chat smirked. “If you can keep your cool throughout the next two days, then the dare tonight is off. I won’t be able to claim my prize or anything.”

Ladybug eyed Chat. “You can’t do a dare inside a dare!”

“Well it’s not like I’m asking for a double prize or anything! Besides, the odds are more in your favor right now.”

His behavior was pretty suspicious right now. “That’s because you’re allowing the odds in my favor!” Whatever he was planning, she was onto him.

Chat Noir opened his mouth, before closing it again. This argument was going nowhere.

“Do you want to do it or not?” he finally asked.

Well, she had nothing to lose. And like she said earlier, what could he possibly want from her?

“Why not?”

Her partner grinned before planting a kiss on her cheek, similar to what she did earlier that night.

“Purrfect! See you tomorrow LB!” She watched as he disappeared from her balcony, staring after his form as he made his way home. When she finally snapped out of her stupor, she detransformed and headed inside. Stupid cat.

***

She came to school wearing her usual clothing of choice, not expecting much from the day. However, when she got to the front steps of her school, there her friends were, huddled in a circle with the smuggest expressions on their faces. Oh boy.

She snuck into the school, hoping that her friends wouldn’t notice. She finally allowed herself to take a breath of relief, once she made it into the locker area.

“Going somewhere, m’lady?”

She jumped in surprise before turning around and glaring at the blonde model.

“A little warning would be nice,” she grumbled. Honestly, this whole week has been exhausting. This shouldn’t have been a surprise.

Adrien let a small chuckle before giving her a small bag.

“The sweatshirt’s in there.”

Still glaring at her friend, she snatched the bag out of his hands and went to the bathroom to change. Luckily, it was empty. No need to die of embarrassment just yet.

She stepped out of the stall when she was done and looked at herself in one of the mirrors. It looked slightly big on her, with the sleeves being a tad too long, but it was pretty cozy. She took a sniff of the sweatshirt and realized that Adrien was right, she was going to be marked in his scent. She turned red at that thought but forced herself to calm down. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her embarrassed and flustered. With that in mind, she got out of the bathroom only to bump into Mr. Model himself.

“Seriously? You couldn’t wait until class?”

She looked up at his face only to notice his beet red expression.

Meanwhile, Adrien was trying his best not to have a mental breakdown. Welp. Too late for that. He could already tell he was blushing furiously. And judging from his lady’s smirk, he knew he looked exactly like the love-struck teen he knew he was. And who could blame him? Marinette looked adorable.

“Maybe it’s you who needs to learn how to keep his cool,” she taunted him. That’s right. Adrien knew the effect he had on her, but she nearly forgot that she could easily turn the tables around.

“Let’s get to class minou.”

He grumbled but followed her anyways.

***

Who knew that a sweatshirt could be such a big deal? Everyone but Marinette, that’s who.

If she thought that Adrien’s grand entrance on Monday was a big deal, it couldn’t compare to how the class reacted when they saw her.

Let’s just say Chloe was furious, Rose was ever the romantic, and the rest of the class was wondering what took so long for them to get together. Except that’s the problem. They weren’t.

“Girl, if it only took a ridiculous sweatshirt to get you guys together, I would’ve done that a long time ago,” Alya grinned as Marinette took her seat.

The ravenette let out a sigh. She wishes they were together, but due to strict “I don’t know where we stand” circumstances, they can’t.

“Alya, you know I would’ve told you if this was actually true, but the sad reality is that it’s not.”

The redhead studied the designer for a moment before nodding. “He’ll open up his eyes eventually, don’t worry. And guess what? If he’s too blind to realize what’s in front of him, I’ll date you myself.”

Marinette giggled at her friend’s tactics, “I’m not sure if Nino would appreciate that, but sure.”

“Well screw Nino! Why date him when I could date my best friend?”

A laugh escaped Marinette before she glanced at her friend. A look of understanding passed between the two girls. “Thanks Alya, I needed that.”

***

Unsurprisingly, Adrien used every excuse to hang at Mari’s hip for the rest of the school day.

There were mixed reactions, but the majority of them were good. Surprisingly, a lot of the guys actually congratulated Adrien, which was a compliment in itself. And there were a couple of girls like Rose that were super sweet and wished them the best. But once his fans started realizing that she was indeed wearing Adrien’s sweatshirt™, that’s when shit started going down.

“Since when was Marinette dating the Adrien Agreste?”

“Apparently, rumor has it that they’ve been dating for a while, but they’ve only started going public today.”

“I heard that she’s just using him for better connections with his father.”

“Actually, she’s just blackmailing him to stay with her, otherwise he would’ve totally ditched her a long time ago.”

And sure, some of the remarks hurt, but she was tougher than dumb rumors. A couple of times out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Adrien give some of them a glare, which shut them up immediately. But as much as Marinette would’ve liked to do something herself, she couldn’t. She still had a dare to keep up, unlike Adrien.

“You ok m’lady?” he asked when they reached her house. He insisted that he’d walk her there, which was sweet and all, but rather unnecessary.

“It’s fine. Your fans aren’t as intimidating as me you know.”

Adrien grinned, “Don’t I know it.”

The front bakery door opened, grabbing their attention as Sabine stepped out.

“Marinette, you should’ve told us that you were going to bring a visitor!” The mother looked between the two teens when she finally noticed the sweatshirt Marinette was wearing.

“I was just about to go, Mrs. Cheng. I was just walking Marinette home,” Adrien flashed a polite smile.

Sabine nodded, “Always the gentlemen I see. It’s great to see you and my daughter finally together!”

Marinette shot her a look before glancing back at Adrien, who did absolutely nothing to correct her mother.

“It’s always great whenever I see her! And as much as I would like to stay and chat, I gotta go to a photoshoot right afterward.”

Sabine smiled before handing him a bag, “Drop by whenever you like. And here’s that special order you requested.” She winked before sending Adrien on his way.

He grinned and waved goodbye as he made his way back to school, where his driver was waiting to pick him up.

The exchange between her mother and her partner seemed a little strange, but Marinette thought nothing of it. She had some homework to do anyway.

She started up the stairs when her mother called out to her, “It’s so nice of your boyfriend to give you such a nice sweatshirt sweetie!”

“Maman!”

***

Marinette was going to freak out over her surprise, Adrien just knew it. The special order that Sabine gave him was perfect! He could see where Marinette got her creative talents from.

“Kid, you’re going to give her a panic attack. You sure you want to go through with this?” Plagg asked his chosen as he got ready for the day.

“Let’s see her try winning the bet with this!” he tucked the surprise into his bag. No need for his father to ruin his fun.

Plagg rolled his eyes. “Good luck pigtails.”

If all went well, these two dorky idiots would be dating by the end of the day.

***

Marinette couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Alya kill me!” The day was already starting off and the ravenette already wanted to be put out of her misery!

If Marinette thought she was going to last through the whole week, she was sadly mistaken. Because there he was, Adrien in all of his stupid, utterly ridiculous sweatshirt glory!

“If found please return me to Marinette Dupain-Cheng” was written in bold letters, along with a pretty embarrassing photo from her cousin’s wedding about 5 months ago. Marinette made her mother swore to never let that photo see the light of day but guess what? She obviously had to betray her and engrave it on a sweatshirt worn by the number one model in all of Paris! Definitely getting good parenting points for that mom!

Alya followed her best friend’s gaze and bit her lip before giving in and laughing hysterically, much to the ravenette’s horror!

Oh she should’ve known that her chaton was going to be up to no good! Her mother was in so much trouble! She should’ve interrogated that “special order” Adrien received yesterday, but did she stick to her gut? No she didn’t!

“Adrien Agreste!” she stormed to where he was at, calmly chatting with Nino as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He smirked as he took in his lady’s expression. Her face was red with her signature Ladybug scowl, yet she was utterly adorable.

“Yes princess?”

She pretty much lost it.

(If you asked her later, she was going to blame everything on that stupid sweatshirt and Adrien Agreste’s smug face. Not that anyone actually believed her.)

When she was done with her rant, Marinette knew she made a mistake. Stupid cat made her lose her cool on purpose!

“Ugh, come with me!” the ravenette huffed.

Adrien didn’t protest as he was dragged by the arm into a secluded area.

“You’re matching me!”

Obviously. That was his plan.

“Don’t like the look m’lady?”

She wasn’t going to admit that she did, otherwise it’ll feed his ego. So instead, she decided to avoid the question altogether, “I was going to win! But you cheated!”

“All’s fair in love and war. I just happened to know your greatest weakness.”

“And what’s that?”

He took a step closer and he took delight in watching her face blush. He let out a small chuckled. He was never going to get tired of that.

“Me.”

Marinette felt her breath hitch a bit. “So... what’s your prize?”

“A date.”

She felt him reach for her fingers and intertwined his with hers.

“If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m still very much in love with you, Marinette. And hopefully you’ll do me the honors of saying yes?”

He lifted her knuckles and gave a feather-light kiss, before letting go. When he gazed at her through his eyelashes, she saw the hope and adoration that he felt for her, and wondered how she was this lucky to have such an amazing partner.

“You make it sound as if your actually proposing instead of asking me on one measly date,” she smiled.

“Well, a gorgeous charming girl deserves the best. And I was hoping this would last more than just one measly date. Wouldn’t you agree?”

His grin was breathtaking, and she felt herself fall just a little deeper.

“Pick me up at eight tomorrow?”

She reached for his hand as they started walking to class.

“It’s a date, m’lady.”

[poppycat-writes]

happy sts!! what's a song, poem, and book/movie that reminds you of each of your characters? what colors and aesthetics do you associate with them? what about with your wip as a whole?

Happy STS!

Hmmm okay, this is a really cool question. Also this is going to be looooooooooong. Thanks for asking and thank you to all who read this.

Cruz is red— fierce and strong. But she’s also black, too. She’s powerful in a way many can’t fathom. She’s The Hunger Games. She’s a girl watched by the public eye needing to make a change for her people. Bad guys are manipulating and blackmailing her. Thousands of young children are looking up to her to make the needed change. She’s every and all feminist character ever expressed in the media. Have you heard the song You Don’t Own Me by SAYGRACE? Cruz is that, too. This kinda makes it seem like her only personality trait is “feminist,” and though that is a big part of her character, I should not be overshadowing her other qualities. Think of a soft pink aesthetic. It’s not just for femininity (though that’s important) but also a gentle kindness. She wants you to be her friend. She wants you to succeed. She wants you to know she cares.

Soren is blue— all different shades. The royal blue for regality, sky blue for bravery, and baby blue because he’s soft. He’s every alleged bad boy with a caring heart. He’s the quiet laughter in the corner of the room, the small smile in the feeling of “alone together,” and he’s the squeeze of his friends’ hands for needed encouragement. He’s the night sky in a place far from the nearest city. His personality is the feeling you get when you look up at the stars and you re-realize that the universe is so much bigger than you are. He’s also a quaint town in some-time-ago Europe— stone houses with flowers in gardens. That’s Soren.

Zeus is the color green. He’s that annoying smirk that pisses you off but also the sweet smile you’ve grown to love. If you’ve ever said “whatever” after learning you’ve failed your classes, that describes Zeus. He’s the winning point in the last seconds of that game, and he’s the cheering of the fans. Zeus is Mr. Steal-Your-Girl, the Golden Boy, but he’s also the kid scared to go back home, but he’s homesickness at the same time. Think of an open field in broad daylight, not a cloud in the sky. Think of the peacefulness of sitting there, not noticing the afternoon passing. Think of milkshakes at a diner in the 50’s, a couple sitting at a table. That’s Zeus.

Ferris is gray— not a drab gray, but an exciting gray? I know what I’m talking about. He’s the studying-all-night aesthetic, the smudged glasses. He’ll talk to you about anything—he knows more than you do. You know the Know-It-All from the Polar Express movie? That’s him, but combined with a baby gay. Imagine a glowing river at night, the water illuminated by the orange bioluminescent fungi that resides underneath the stream. There’s fireflies, too. Think of flowers— not like a rose (those seem too powerful and intimidating). No. He’s like a bouquet of daisies you picked with your secret lover on a top-secret excursion. Think Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan. That’s Ferris.

Piers is gold. The gold of his crown and the gold of his heart. He’s the quiet kid in the friend group, but “friends” is a bit of a stretch— they don’t really know him. Piers helps everyone who asks. He loves to help. He’s sweet and warm like hot cocoa by the fireplace as snow falls silently outside. He’s agreeable and loving. You know big dogs that are really old. They’re like Piers. He’s the stranger you pass on the street that you randomly pick out of all the others for you to wonder what they’re life is like. He’s an old soul. He’s the senior you all respect. He cares about you.

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