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[jessjad]

What if?

Summary: Dean and Y/N are living the life they always wanted. They love eachother very much and want to start a family. Everything fits just perfectly. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3637

Warnings: I don't want to give anything away here, but there are no triggers, just emotions.

A/N: This happens when you're in a certain mood. I had to express it. I hope you like it. Enjoy! All mistakes are mine!

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"Urgh, this was a long day." Y/N said as she flopped onto the couch exhausted.

"Yeah... I'm sorry this took so long today." answered Dean while he sat down next to her.

"No, that's not how I meant it." Y/N saw a little bit of guilt in his eyes as he looked at her apologetically. "You know I love your mum and I really like to spend time with her. It's just that... if you consider that we only wanted to meet for brunch and it is now already half past nine in the evening... it was just a long day. Without any judgment or that it was meant negatively."

And she meant what she said. Mary was a wonderful woman and a great mum to Dean. She had welcomed her into the family with opoen arms and warm words. His father John not so much, buit over time he warmed up too.

The sudden death of his father almost six months ago was all the more surprising. A tragic car accident caused by a drunk truck driver. And as much as John loved his classic car, the '67 Chevy Impala had failed to protect John when the car rolled over three times. Mary was hit hardest and since then she has been reluctant to be alone for long. And Y/N didn't mind them keeping Mary company, as she had taken her in almost like her own daughter, but she also noticed that Dean's guilty conscience was bothering him a bit.

Dean nodded his head, but did not look at his girlfriend. So she touched his cheek with her warm hand and made him look at her. "Do you know what I mean?"

Dean cleared his throat. "Yeah, I do." now he smiled a little, but Y/N could still tell that he was not feeling fully guiltfree. "But I also know that you wanted to stroll over the book flea market in town."

He was right. Today was the last day and Y/N had hoped to get a few special books. And eventhough Dean did not share her love for books, he never complained or made fun of her. He even accompanied her to such events, even though he could probably think of better things to do. But that made her love Dean a little more anyway.

"So..." Dean said and got up again. Y/N saw him disappear into the hallway where she heared him opening the closet door before he came back with a large box in his hand. "... yesterday during my break I picked something up for you."

"What?" she asked puzzled at the box that Dean just had placed in her lap.

When she opened the box, her eyes widened in surprise. About twenty books smiled at her and for a moment she didn't know what to say. At the top there were a few collected editions of Jane Austen novels and she knew immediately that he had memorized what she liked to read and so she couldn't wait to take a close look at each book.

"You're crazy." Y/N placed the box next to her on the couch and stood up. "You really used your break to get me some books?"

She hugged Dean and he closed his arms around her right away, presing her a little closer to her. "Of course I did. I would have liked to go with you too, but somehow I had the feeling, that today might be difficult. Although of course I would still have gone there with you today if you had wanted to."

"No, this is already more than enough." Y/N said and kissed him. "But... did you have enough time? It's almost fiftheen minutes from your workplace to the city hall."

"Yeah, but I had the time for it. I finished Dad's car earlier than expected and had to test drive it anyway. So I used it for a little tour of our beautiful Nashville."

Y/N smiled, but then she felt that uneasy feeling in her stomach again. Yes, they lived in Nashville and yes, she knew the city all too well. Still, it felt wrong somehow. The young woman didn't really know why or where this feeling came from, but it wasn't the first time. This had been happening again and again for weeks now. As if the life they were living here wasn't a real life. Something felt so wrong in moments like this, but she just couldn't quite explain what it was. So she kept it to herself.

"You're finished with the car? Will you give it back to your mum?"

"No." Dean shook his head. "I've already talked to her about this and she said, that she does not want to have it back. Besides... she thought that we would be more in need for a big car in the future." he wiggled with his eyebrows.

"Oh, is that so?" now she had to grin back.

"Of course. I'm ready when you are." and with one swift tug he grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto her hips. Y/N squealed in shock, but quickly regained her composure and laughed as Dean went into the bedroom with her in his arms.

The next morning, Y/N decided to prepare a big breakfast. It was Sunday and today they would just keep to themselves, relax at home and not see a soul. So she got to work and soon her house was filled with the smell of fresh coffee, pancakes, eggs and bacon. Y/N set the table, poured out some orange juice and waited for the toast to be ready. Then it wouldn't be long before Dean came downstairs, driven by his growling stomach.

So while Y/N was waiting for Dean, she decided to finally take a closer look at the box with the books. Her heart immediately jumped again. No matter how rough or tough Dean seemed on the outside, on the inside he was soft, caring and just wonderful. It didn't take Y/N long to figure this out and it made her fall in love with him even faster. Luckily, Dean really liked her too.

Among the Jane Austen books were other special editions. A few by Stephen King and also a few fantasy series that she was currently reading. But he had also brought a few new books that she hadn't heard of. One in particular caught Y/N's eye because it didn't seem like a normal novel. It was about the lore of a coven of witches from ancient Tartaria. And the more she leafed through the book, the clearer it became that it wasn't a normal book.

Y/N frowned. Why had Dean brought such a book with him? Did he really believe in witches? That was somehow strange. So she would ask him about it once he woke up and joined her. While she sorted the other books into her bookshelf, she placed the witch book on the kitchen island. But she noticed that her eyes kept returning to the book. Really strange.

But it took another twenty minutes until Dean finally trotted into the kitchen. He looked so cute with messy hair. They greeted each other with a small smile and a big hug before sharing a kiss. But shortly afterwards Dean saw the set table and widened his eyes.

“Did you do all of that this morning?” Dean asked surprised, but he immediately seemed much more awake and prepared to sit down at the table.

"Yes, I did. I just wanted to do it as a little thank you for the books you bought me." she said with a grin and poured coffee for herself and Dean.

"Aaww, you didn't have to do that." Dean replied, but already helped himself to the toast and bacon. "But I won't say no to it either."

"How come I'm not surprised?" laughed Y/N and ruffled Dean's still disheveled hair.

As she brought the coffee pot back, Y/N's eyes fell on the book about witches again and she picked it up before sitting down at the table too.

"But back to the books..." Y/N held up the book and Dean looked over at her. "...why did you bring me this book? It's not a novel."

"Oh, yeah. This is for Sam." Dean replied, biting into his toast.

"Sam?" Y/N asked confused.

"Yes. Sam." Dean repeated, frowning slightly. "My brother. He can certainly do more with it than I can. He's our lore expert."

Now Y/N was beyond confused. What was Dean talking about? She placed the book on the table and turned fully to Dean.

"Dean...you don't have a brother."

"What are you talking about?" Dean looked just as confused now.

"We've been together for over five years now, Dean. You don't have a brother. You've always been an only child."

For a moment, Dean looked like he wanted to protest, but then he shook his head slightly and cleared his throat.

"What? No, I didn't mean...brother brother. I meant a buddy of mine. Of course I'm an only child. What did you think?"

That somehow relieved Y/N, but she still didn't fully believe him. And that strange feeling arose within her again and didn't seem to want to go away. What was going on here?

A week later, Dean and Y/N were back to normal. Everything seemed normal and as usual. While Dean restored classic cars in the auto repair shop and made his customers happy, Y/N continued to work part-time at the bed and breakfast. She loved the work. It had a family feel to it and sometimes didn't feel like work at all. And sometimes, on his break, Dean would come over and have coffee with her before he had to go back.

Dean had met Y/N in the baking section of a supermarket. Y/N immediately noticed him and he also seemed to have noticed her straight away. His flirting attempts didn't take long to arrive and Y/N was only too happy to give in to them. And when they got to the meat section, it was clear that there was a spark. After that, it didn't take long until Dean called her again and they went on their first date.

Soon after, it had become clear that something more was developing between them and Y/N had no regrets. Dean had also often told her that he was happy. Everything was light and somehow he felt like a big weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Even if he could never quite say what he meant by that.

And Y/N has had to think about that over and over again over the last few days. Dean also seemed somehow preoccupied. The witch book was still in her possession and she often caught him holding it in his hand and looking down at it thoughtfully. She has also had it in her hand several times, as if it were attracting her, making her want to open it and read it carefully.

But she fought against it, tried not to give in to it because it somehow scared her. However, these efforts only resulted in her getting a headache that slowly became quite throbbing. So after finishing work, she decided to lie down on the sofa and get some sleep, hoping it would help.

But even the little nap didn't seem to help. On the contrary, she was haunted by confused dreams about witches. Magic curses that were cast on her and that she couldn't defend against. But what finally broke Y/N out of her sleep was the voice of her best friend Jane, calling out to her and telling her that she had to wake up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, her heart was racing and sweat was forming on her forehead. It took her several seconds until her mind was back in her house and her vision cleared. And immediately the headache came back. And the urge to read the witch book was now even stronger than before.

So she gave in to him. She picked up the book and opened it, reading carefully, page by page. And the more she read, the more the fog in her head cleared. All the more she remembered. When she came across a sleep-trance curse, the scales fell from her eyes.

She didn't immediately notice that Dean was coming home at that moment. But when she turned to him, she saw that he was holding a small, green plastic soldier in his hand. His eyes widened when he realized Y/N was reading the witch book. But somehow it also gave him a feeling of like-mindedness. And even though he didn't want to burst that happy little bubble they were in, they still needed to talk.

But when Dean even thought about talking to Y/N about what had happened to him today, his heart almost broke. He loved her very much and he also loved the life they had built over the last five years. By now they had even gotten to the point where they were thinking about having children together. But one more look at the little toy soldier in his hand made his decision stronger again. There was no other way if he wanted to finally bring light to darkness.

"Hey, Y/N..." he started while keeping a little distance to the woman infront of him. "...I think... we need to talk."

To his surprise Y/N nodded her head. "Yeah, I... think we do."

With the book still in hand she sat back down on the couch again. A couple of seconds later Dean did the same, but she could not speak right away, because he knew that it would change everything. So he took a few deep breaths and started with showiung Y/N the toy soldier in his hand.

"This... was inside the Impala. I found it, when I restored the car. It belongs to me... and my brother Sam. He's four years younger than me and when we were little we stuffed them into the car."

Y/N closed her eyes for a brief moment, hoping this was all a dream. But at the same time she had to laugh inside because from the looks of it, it was all a dream. Even if it felt like a bit of a nightmare right now.

"My name is Dean Winchester and me and my brother hunt monsters, ghosts and witches. So, basically all of the supernatural if you will." He rubbed the back of his head a little nervously and looked at Y/N carefully.

But Y/N wasn’t quite as surprised. A small smile even crept onto her lips. Actually she should have known that they weren't that different.

"I've had such a throbbing headache all week. Ever since we got this book here..." she held it up a bit, but didn't want to let it go. Not yet. "...My best friend Jane would have already devoured it. I was with her in Tonopah. We were tracking a witch who stole the life energy of single people."

Now Dean's eyes widened. So Y/N knew about it herself. She was also a hunter. Why had the idea seemed so far-fetched to him when it made so much sense now that he had heard it himself? And what she said about the witch's hunt also matched his memories.

"Sam and I were in Clarksburg. A witch sucked the life energy out of singles there too."

And suddenly relief, but also sadness and even a little fear spread through both of them. So it was definitely clear that the reality they were living together wasn't real. And they no longer had any doubts about each other's words. It just felt too right.

"What is the last thing you remember?" Y/N asked.

"We followed him for quite a while until we were able to find him in an abandoned house. Unfortunately, I was too forward. You know, I hate these damn witches. Sam called out to me. I wasn't paying attention for a moment and then... I don't know."

Y/N nodded knowingly. "You were hit by a curse. Just like me. Jane had located the witch in a hotel, but she had known we were coming. And as soon as I walked through the door of the room, a purple burst of energy hit me. After that, I don't know anything either."

"Fucking witches." Dean grumbled. "So, a curse. But which one?"

"I think I know the answer to that." And now Y/N opened the book in her hands again and showed that spell to him.

"A sleep-trance curse? What the heck is this?" so he read the whole page and his eyes darkened. "Son of a bitch! And what are we supposed to do about it? I mean, my brother is good with witch stuff, but I'm not sure he will come behind this."

"I already have an answer for that too." She showed Dean a paragraph on the next page. "We can only solve it ourselves. No matter what Jane or Sam try, they won't succeed."

"Well then, we should get to work, shouldn't we?" Dean said after reading the new lines too.

Y/N nodded at that too, but immediately afterwards she also realized what it would mean to lift the curse. They would give up their lives here. She would lose everything she thought she loved. But she also asked herself what about the feelings she had for Dean right now. Were they at least real? Or did they just come from the curse? Would she lose feelings as soon as she woke up? Or would she at least be able to remember it? She didn't know.

Dean also seemed to notice her change in emotions and placed a hand on her thigh. He couldn't deny that he was a little scared too. This life they had here was everything he had always imagined. This was truly what it must have felt like to live a normal life. Without monsters and all the evil that roamed the streets at night. And even though nothing had happened yet, he already missed it.

And he already missed Y/N, even though she was still sitting here next to him. But it would probably take a while before he finally understood how unfair it all was. Showing him a piece of heaven and then ripping it out of his hands. But they had to go back, had to see how Sam and Jane were doing. And they had to kill those fucking witches.

Three days later they had all the ingredients together. Thanks to Dean's recovered memories, he had been able to get many things the usual way. They had both taken time off from work and spent the rest of their time together. The closer they got to the finish line, the more Y/N's heart broke.

She had just divided up all the ingredients and set up the bronze bowl when Dean came to her with white candles in his hand. He lit it and Y/N began mixing the ingredients according to the order. But when she got to the last step, she stopped.

"Y/N?" Dean asked, but he already saw the emotions rise in her eyes.

"What... what will happen when we wake up?" now tears came to her eyes.

"Y/N..." Dean said again and lightly touched her upper arm.

"I don't want to forget you." She now said what she had been caring around with her since the morning.

Dean pulled her into his arms and now had to hold back his own tears. He had been trying not to think about it the whole time, but now he couldn't ignore it anymore. And while he was trying to keep his emotions in check, he didn't notice how Y/N put a small piece of paper in the breast pocket of his shirt. Even if she didn't know if it would do any good, she at least wanted to try.

Then Dean took her by the shoulders and released Y/N from the hug so that he could look her in the eyes.

"Listen to me." and Y/N looked him in the eyes without saying anything. "I will find you. I promise you that."

And that was enough to make Y/N cry. So Dean pulled her back into his arms and shed a few tears himself. After they both calmed down, they separated from each other but still holding each other's hands.

"I love you!" Y/N said in a weak voice and Dean grinned.

"I love you!" He said too and then they turned to the table.

A moment later, Y/N spoke the words of the counterspell and threw the last ingredient into the bowl. They both looked at each other again before a purple wave of energy hit them and everything around them went dark.

"Y/N? Y/N!"

With a groan, Y/N opened her heavy eyelids and immediately recognized the excited voice of her best friend Jane. She felt as if she had slept for a hundred years without ever really resting. She slowly sat up and let Jane hug her warmly.

"Thank God you're finally awake again. That stupid witch put a spell on you! Unfortunately, I killed her too quickly before I knew what the spell was. But it was so strong that I don't think she could do it alone. How are you? How are you feeling?"

"I think I'm doing quite well. It's just that my body still feels so heavy."

"Fortunately." exclaimed Jane and hugged her friend again. "But something is strange." she then reflected.

"What?" Y/N asked.

"How were you able to free yourself from the spell? I was at my wits' end three days ago and haven't tried anything else until now."

Now Y/N was taken aback. "I have no idea. I don't remember anything."

A/N: Yeah, there is nothing else to say here. Let me know what you think. Feedback is very much appreciated! 💜

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Personal Multiverse

Andrew Garfield x Reader / Tom Holland x Sister!Reader

Warnings: A litlte start of a smut.

Notes: Yeah i'm active lately right? I actually started this story when No Way Home was released in the cinemas but never finished. I restarted to write it when the news that Zendaya was engaged to Tom, and now it's finally out in the world! Might have gotten too excited about this. Was even thinking about writing more bonus scenes based on it hahah Enjoy!

Summary: You go to No Way Home studios to keep your brother, Tom, company but end up falling in love with another Spider Man.

Being the eldest sister of four younger brothers was... Interesting.

You weren't complaining tho. They were the sweetest boys you ever met. Loving, caring, talented and your best friends in the whole world. The Holland boys.

It wasn't like the age gap was that significant anyways. You and Tom were just two years apart, making you guys incredibly close. You told each other everything and everyone thought that you were twins, just like Harry and Sam, that were 4, almost 5 five years younger than you. And there was Paddy, the little one, who was 9 years younger.

The whole family was involved in some sort of art, and just like your mother, you turned to be a professional photographer and filmmaker, eventually getting some jobs in the cinematography industry. But whenever you had some break from work, you would arrange to pass some extra time with family. And that was exactly what you did.

"Why is taking you so long? Where are uuuu :("

You read Tom's message with a small smile, rolling your eyes knowing how clingy your brother could get when he wanted to. He was currently shooting his new spider man movie, no way home, and invited you to stay for a few weeks on set with him and Harry, who was working with Tom at the moment.

You were typing him an answer to say that you were walking lost in the gigantic set trying to find them, when suddenly someone appeared running and lifted you into his arms.

"(Y/N)!" You heard Tom's muffled voice say in your hair while he was hugging and whirling you. Man, you missed that hug. "I missed you so much sis."

"I missed you too bug." You said giggling when he put you down. "I can't believe I'm here. This set is insane... I'm proud of you."

"Don't start saying those things when you know I'm sensitive ok!" He claimed pointing a finger at you. "C'mom, Harry is dying to see you."

After Tom arranged someone to take your bags to his rented apartment that he was sharing with your younger brother, just a few minutes from the set, he started a mini tour while you were walking towards his trailer. He was telling you all about the settings, the costumes, how he has been, about his relationship with Zendaya - who, in that point, was already a close friend of yours - and of course, how excited he was for working with Toby Maguire and Andrew Garfield, the previous spiders mans.

You knew that was going to be an epic movie and your heart filled with joy and proud to see your brother in that spot.

"They are amazing (Y/N)... They truly are! I didn't think that we would hit so well, it's good to talk with people who understand the responsibility you know?" Tom said continuing to tell you about the other actors, while opening the door to his trailer. "You have to meet them!"

"Did you found our sister, mate?" You heard Harry's voice from the little bedroom in the trailer and you immediately smiled.

"Why don't you come here find out?" You said and saw his face with a smile emerging through the door and him coming to you with his arms opened.

"(Y/N)!" He exclaimed hugging you strong making you close your eyes and sigh in relief to be with your best friends again. "Urgh it's so good to have you here."

"I missed you guys so much. My babies." You said kissing Harry's head who enjoyed the caress. "But man, i wish Sam and Paddy were here now. It's not the same unless we're all together."

"I know right?" Harry said and Tom agreed. "But Sam is there, busy with his new girlfriend." He continued mocking his twin making you laugh. "When I thought I was free from hearing him talk about her, I get stuck in here and all I ever listen is 'Zendaya here, Zendaya there...”

"Oh shut up mate!" Tom said throwing a cushion in his face. "It's not like you weren't almost dating too!"

"Oh yeah?" You said crossing your arms to look at Harry. "This is news to me."

"It's nothing serious yet! I was going to tell you but Tom made the honors." Harry said annoyed and you huffed.

"So that makes me and Paddy the bachelors of the family?" You said putting a hand in your chest like you were offended. There were some years that you were single. It didn't really bother you, you were in a good place professionally and in this life, it was hard to conciliate a relationship unless the person was involved in the middle as well.

"Thank god. Paddy is just a kid and you are our girl." Harry said with jealousy and you rolled your eyes, even though you were the oldest, they somehow still got overprotective with you.

"Nah darling, I'm gonna find you somebody." Tom said putting his arm around your neck, pulling you close. "We're having a little happy hour with the staff tonight. Maybe there is someone interesting there... Tho Harry is right, you're our girl. It has to be someone great or no deal!"

"And you're my boys. Zendaya already passed the test, but I have to approve your mysterious girl Harry." You said lifting your eyebrows and they laugh.

"We have a lot to catch up sis. Let's get some lunch, I'm starving."

XxXxXxXxXxX

“(Y/N) are you ready?" You heard Tom ask and one second later his face appeared in the door frame.

"Hmmm yeah" You said giving yourself one last check in the mirror before turning to him. "How do I look?"

"Stunning as always." He said with a smile. "But relax, really. Is not going to be a big deal at all. Just some quality time."

The three of you used the lunch time to talk and gossip about everything and nothing in the same time, it was good being reunited with Tom and Harry again. After that, Tom had to finished one last scene before you went to the apartment they were renting to relax a bit and get ready for the happy hour.

Most of the cast was going to get two days off to recharge the energies since they were filming non stop for about two weeks now, and of course, they decided to take the opportunity to drink some beers and enjoy the company of the coworkers.

Once you got there, the happy hour was happening in a open space, close to the dressing and makeup rooms. You could see a lot of people still in the clothes they went to work, it really was just some quality time. They arranged a small bonfire with some seats around it, and a beer pong table.

"(Y/N)!" You heard and smiled when saw Zendaya walking towards you to give you a hug. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too!" You said but before you could continue, your brother interrupted you.

"Oh I see, talking to my sister before talking to your own boyfriend, shame on you Zendaya." He complained getting an eye roll from the both of you.

"You have such a drama queen as your brother (Y/N)!" She exclaimed giving him a chaste kiss. "Hey love."

"Hey darling." He said satisfied now with a silly smile on his face.

"He is such a crybaby, I really don't know you handle him." You joked.

"Look who's talking!" Tom mocked you and you all laughed. "Tobey! Hi!" Tom said out loud when he saw the first Spider Man with a beer on his hand approaching you looking a little lost. "I'm glad you could make it!"

"Just passed by to say Hi." Toby Maguire said shy in front of you. Man, it was so strange, you grew up watching those movies with Tom and the boys, and now look where you all were.

"This is my sister (YN)." Tom introduced you and you shook Tobey's hand.

"Pleasure to meet you (Y/N)." He said and you talked for a minute before he and Tom entered a conversation about some scenes, and you and Zendaya decided to gave them space. You had no idea where Harry was and that's why you stayed with her for some minutes, until she had to go to the bathroom.

You enjoyed the opportunity to go to the freezer to get a beer, but when you turned around, jumped a little when noticed someone just right behind you.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Just trying to get something to drink as well". The mysterious man said rending his hand in surrender when saw your little scare. Excluding the fact that he wasn't some random guy at all... Well, if you were being honest, apart from Tom's movies, the Amazing Spider Man was your favorite.

Andrew Garfield stood in front of you with a small smile in his lips as he was trying to contain a laugh. Man, he was so much prettier in person, if it was possible. He was tall and his hair matched the color of his chocolate eyes.

"That's okay" You said laughing a little embarrassed. "Andrew right?"

"Yeah but you're new here...." He said looking at you with a curiosity that made you blush. "You're from production and i happened to miss?"

"Oh no, actually I'm Tom's older sister! Gonna stay around for a few days to keep him company. (Y/N), is a pleasure to meet you." You said extending your hand to him who gladly took it.

"It's my pleasure (Y/N). But Really? Tom's sister? I wouldn't say it" Andrew said looking surprised with the information but looking extremely interested.

"Well yeah... people assume we are twins even" You said giggling, suddenly a little shy. You could tell already that he was the type of person who just payed all of his attention to whoever he was talking to and seemed genuine interested on what others had to say. "But it comes with the fact that we are pretty close."

"That's sounds nice. Tom was saying the other day... you guys have a big family isn't it?" He asked frowning.

"It's me and four younger brothers." You answered making a 'tsc' sound with your mouth. People often got shocked by this information. 

"Wow” He said with his eyes wide in surprise, crossing his arms.  “That must have been challenging."

"Let's just said It made me tough." You said raising your eyebrow with a small smile and saw him opening one as well. 

"I bet it did." He said staring at what looked like, into your soul, not looking away for one second. You gulped feeling a strange wave of cold in your belly. In that moment, you couldn’t think in another single soul on earth that showed some much interest in you, even only with their eyes.

But before you could say anything, you were interrupted by Tom and Zendaya that arrived by your side. 

“Andrew! Hi! Oh (Y/N), I’m glad that you already met!” Your brother said excited. Andrew gave a small laugh looking down, finally breaking eye contact with you, and passing his hand behind his neck.

“Right, she’s was telling me that you guys are Twins, is that it?” He joked pointing at both of us and in the middle time, he gently greeted Zendaya with a small hug. Charming and a gentleman. 

“Something like that, yeah” Tom said laughing exchanging a look with you. “Look, actually I was looking for you, Andrew. Me and Tobey had an idea for a scene that we would love to share it with you.” 

“Oh sure.” Andrew said immediately nodding his head. “I would love to.”

“Amazing.” Tom said. He posed his hand in your shoulder, for you to look at him. “(Y/N), I catch up with you and Z later, ok?” 

You nodded and with a last exchange stare between you and Andrew, they started to walk away. 

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Andrew said turning around once more. “I was here to get a beer for me.” He chuckled, going straight into your direction, and you freezed when felt his fingers gently brushing in your waist, almost like he wasn’t touching you. 

You looked into his chocolate eyes that were dangerously close and saw him trying to repress a smile, he looked like he was having so much fun with it. 

“Would you excuse me (Y/N)?”

“Oh.” You said when you finally understood what was happening. You were still standing infront of the freezer. “Right. I’m sorry. Go ahead.” 

“See you around, I hope.” Andrew said after getting the beer and following Tom to go meet Tobey. 

You stood there seeing them walking away trying to understand what has just happened, and felt Zendaya approaching you with her arms closed and looking at the same direction. 

“It’s just me or he was flirting with you?” She said and tho you weren’t looking at her face, you could sense a smart little smile hanging on her lips. 

As if Tom knew what you were talking about, far away already, he looked back at you guys frowning his eyebrows before going back to his conversation with Andrew. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You said and heard Zendaya laughing.

XxXxXxXxXxX

“I’m gonna have lunch with Hannah today. See you at dinner xx” 

You read Harry’s message and rolled your eyes with a smile. It has been 4 days since you arrived and you were starting to enter in the routine of your brothers. Harry told you all about the girl that he was seeing - Hannah who worked for the makeup team. And that’s why he disappeared in the night of the happy hour.

You were sitting outside of the studio Tom was working, editing some videos you filmed of him and Harry. Ok, you were in vacation. But you just couldn’t stop yourself of making a backstage film of his experience in No Way Home movie. It would make such a cute memory for Tom in the future and if he wanted to share it, the fans would love it. 

“I was hoping I would see you again.” You heard a voice beside you and in this time, you knew exactly who it was. 

“Is that so?” You asked with a small smile raising your head from your computer seeing the chocolate eyes that have been in your mind for the last few days. “Hi Andrew.”

“Hi (Y/N). But… well, yeah” Andrew chucked taking the seat next to you. “We didn’t get a chance of talking a lot that day…. Oh! Are you a video editor?” He started to say but got distracted when looked in your computer’s screen. 

“I’m a filmmaker.” You answered repressing a smile for his curiosity. When you were younger and saw his spider man’s movies, it’s undeniable that he was cute. Who you were trying to fool. You thought he was hot. Years passed, you always admired his work…. but when Tom asked you to pass some days on set, you didn’t even thought much about how you were going to meet him there. “Tom didn’t want to in the beginning, but I convinced him that it would be fun if I documented a little behind the scenes video.” 

“That’s adorable. Would you let me see it when you finish?” Andrew asked. He had his entire body turned toward you, with half of one leg resting on the bench, and he leaned his head on his fist.

“Only if you agree to appear in it.” You answered smartly and he laughed. Obviously, like Zendaya, you definitely noticed something going on you between you two that night. It was so brief and somehow you had his feeling you have known him forever. You just couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

“Oh i see.” Andrew said caressing his small beard. “That depends on how the video will be distritubed.” 

“Knowing my brother, the video will be only to be seen it, in Christmas time as a nice memory.” You giggled, closing your laptop to give him your full attention. 

“Then you have all my permission to use my image as you please.” He said with a small smile. “Tom is a very sweet guy. Crazy talented. I respect him for understading, since now, how family and privacy are important things to cherish in this Industry.” 

“Our whole family is envolved in some sort of art so it’s always been ease for us to see what really matters at the end of the day.” You answered, again so shocked how he was a guys that… really payed attention. 

“Why aren’t you working here in the production?” He asked licking his lips. 

“It’s true that my brother did try to make that happen.” You chuckled feeling your cheeks starting to burn from his staring. “But i just finished another project so the timing didn’t exactly helped.” 

“That’s really a shame.” Andrew said simply. 

Except that there was nothing casual in the way he said it. 4 little simple words, right? Wrong. He just let those words out of his lips like it was the lustful thing someone has ever said to you. Like it was the biggest declaration of being wanted, you ever received.  Or was it you that were losing it from being stared by those chocolate eyes that you just couldn’t stop thinking about it?

“(Y/N), there you are!” You heard Tom’s voice approaching and you sighed. Interrupted. Again. Andrew smirked when saw your micro expression of frustation. 

“Well, that was short-lived.” He murmurred with a light tone making you giggle.

Tom stood in front of you already in his Sports outfit, with his tennis racket bag over his shoulder. You saw the exactly moment when your brother’s eyebrows frowned slighty altering his gaze between the two of you, not really understading why Andrew was there. Confusion that quickly started to turn in assumptions when he opened a little accusatory smile. 

“Hello guys.” Tom said still a little off and in that moment, you could see a lot of Peter Parker in him. “Hmm… Did i interrupt something?” 

“Not at all.” Andrew laughed getting up of his chair. “Just saw (Y/N) here and thought i offer her some company.” 

“…Ok.” Tom said still a suspicious. “Let’s go sis? I thought you would be ready by now.” 

“Got caught up in editing.” You said gattering your stuff, getting up as well.

“Do you play tennis mate?” Tom asked turning his attention to Andrew. “You’re welcome to join us.” 

“Maybe some other time.” Andrew said friendly, giving Tom a pat on the back. “I still need to revise some scenes. But thank you for the invitation. Have fun!”

He said waving goodbye and walking away, leaving you and your brother alone. Today, you guys agreed that after Tom’s appointments, he was taking you to play tennis. A family tradition. 

You walked quietly to his car and it was only when he started to drive, that Tom decided to say casually:

“Andrew is a such a nice guy, right?” Tom said and you had to suppress the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Hm yes, he is very polite” You answered measuring your words. Tom was your best friend and you knew you could say anything to him. But there was nothing to tell. Right? 

“Polite hun?” He repeated your choise of word, nodding his head. “That’s an adjective.” 

“Are you implying something?” You snapped looking at him, raising an eyebrow. 

“What? No!” Tom shot back altering his gaze from the streets to look at you. “No!” He repeated seeing your expression. 

“…Why? Is there something you want to tell me?” Tom asked after a few seconds of silence. You laughed, reaching out to turn on the radio. 

“Not at all”. 

XxXxXxXxXxX

It has been already 2 weeks you were living with your brothers, and now, pretty much everyone was used to your presence around the set. Made a few friends and you were honestly enjoying your work break. 

Although it wasn’t everyday, Andrew has crossed your path a meaningful amount of times. First, when you were hanging out with Zendaya in the makeup trailer, waiting for her to get ready. He entered, along with Hannah (Harry’s girl) also to get ready for his scenes of the day. Suddenly the whole group of people who were there started to talk like you were all friends for ages. You would be lying if you didn’t catch him giving you random gazes. 

The second time it happened, you had gone help Harry to organize Tom's stuff for the next scenes. You two went together to the costumes department when Andrew walked in with one of the assistant directors, deep in conversation. He noticed you, smiled, and gave you a little wave before disappearing through a hallway.

And the most recent one, he found you having lunch by yourself because your brothers were busy, and asked if he could join you. Andrew Garfield, besides being handsome and caring, was incredibly smart. And funny. You didn’t stop talking for 2 hours. 

“Are you nervous?” You asked Tom, already in his Spider Man suit, from behind the camera you were holding, and he shook his hands anxiously.

“You are not helping with those kind of questions, sis.” He answered making you laugh. Today, was the first day of filming the big scene of the three Spiders Mans fighting the villains. Pretty much all the cast was there. 

“You gonna do great.” You said still pointing the camera at him. It was a nice moment that you needed to keep for the video you were assembling. 

“I love you.” He said sweetly making you smile.

“I love you more.” 

Didn’t take long for him to go train some lines with Zendaya and Jacob, and you enjoyed the opportunity to walk around searching for precious moments to film. You walked some corridors, greeting and wishing good luck to people you crossed. Until you passed in front of one dressing room and saw Andrew, with his back to the entrance, completely absorbed in something else.

“If it isn’t Spider Man himself.” You teased entering the room already with your camera in hands, recording his reaction. He turned around confused, but opened a smile when saw it was you.

“Looking lovely as always, (Y/N).” He complimented you making you shiver. It was the first time also, you were seeing him in the super hero outfit. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Garfield.” You said making him burst out of laugh. 

“What do you think about my butt in the costume?” He joked doing a little spin.

“I thought I would be more impressed” 

“Ouch, straight to my heart.” Andrew said putting his hand in the right side of his chest like he was hurt. “You’re lucky I’m not easily offended.” 

He added with a smirk, walking over to grab his water bottle from the counter. He took a sip, eyes still on you, the playfulness never leaving his face. 

“Though I might need to work harder on glute day at the gym now.” He said making you roll your eyes still recording.

“Don’t worry, your ego seems intact.”

Andrew stared you straight in the eyes, that way you were starting to get used to, ignoring the camera. He laughed slightly, before licking his lips.

“Let me take you out on a date.” 

You lowered your camera, shocked with what you just heard, hearing your heart beating fast. 

“What?” You whispered frowning your eyebrows. 

“Let me take you out on a proper date.” He repeated getting closer to you. “I’ve been coming to work with much more energy lately since I learned I could bump into you. I would love to offer you a night that lives up to what you deserve.” 

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” You answered smiling feeling your cheeks burn. “I would like that very much.”

And just then, a voice shouted from the hallway : “Andrew, you're needed on set!”

“Tomorrow at seven.” Andrew said looking satisfied with your answer. “I‘ll pick you up!”

He shouted before following the PA out of the room. Leaving you with a silly smile playing on your lips.

XxXxXxXxXxX

“You look amazing.” Andrew said smiling opening the car door for you, when spotted you leaving the building. 

“You gotta stop doing that.” You replied blushing hearing him laugh confused. 

“What am I doing?” He asked before closing the door for you and contouring the car to enter the driver’s seat.

“You know what are you doing.” You said seeing him turning on the car.

“I really don’t, love.” He said still chuckling. 

“You know, making me blush.” He paused for a second before pulling out of the spot. His hand moved to rest gently on your knee—a simple gesture, but it sent a chill up your spine.

“But you do look amazing.” Andrew said staring at you, and you looked away embarrassed, laughing. 

“I was surprised when you asked me to pick you in Zendaya’s place.” He said starting to drive. “I thought you were staying with your brothers.”

“I am.” You explained. “But didn’t want them prying.”

“Ohh they don’t know this is happening?” Andrew asked amused.  

“Nop.” 

“Why tho? Aren’t you super close?” 

“We are…” You began laughing embarrassed with your reasons. “But they gossip a lot. Don’t like telling them nothing that isn’t… concrete.”

“So you want this to be concrete?” He teased with a smirk.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Sure.” He said mocking you. You asked Zendaya if you could get ready in her place and she almost deafened you from the scream she gave when learned what you were doing. She was shipping you since the first night you meet Andrew. 

“And we’re here.” He said after a few minutes of travel, with a light conversation between you two, getting ready to park the car. 

“Andrew… there’s paparazzi over there.” You warned seeing a few mans in black, looking around with cameras in their hands. It was enough reason, the exposition of Andrew Garfield going out with Tom Holland’s sister, but on top of that, it was strictly prohibited Andrew being seeing in public to avoid spoilers to the movie. 

“What?” He asked confused following your gaze. “Oh fuck…” He breathed out disappointed. 

“I made a reservation, they’ve must…” Andrew began to explain, sighing, knowing that would ruin your night. “I’m so sorry (Y/N).”

“Hey, it’s ok.” You reassured him with a small smile. “I’m used to it, I know how it goes.” 

“I-… fuck.” He laughed embarrassed a little lost on what to do. “Do you want to go to my place? I know it’s not ideal…”

“Sounds great.” You answer right away and he chuckled staring at you. 

“Ok.” He said giving you one last check to assure him it was all fine, starting to drive again. “Great.” 

With a few more minutes of driving, you arrived  at his place, that you noticed that wasn’t too far away from Tom’s. It was logical to rent something close to the sets. 

Andrew showed you around, before getting a bottle of wine in the kitchen. It was a cozy apartment, a bit fancy, but perfectly suited for one person.

“You will be pleased to know that an incredible pizza is on its way.” He joked serving you one glass.

“And you will be pleased to know that pizza is my favorite.” 

“I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I?” He breath out like he was relieved making you laugh. He raised his glass, toasting with yours.

Just like the time you had lunch together on set, you didn’t stop talking, unless it was to drink or eat the pizza he ordered. That was indeed very good. “I’m a man of my word”, he pointed. Andrew was so interesting and he seemed equally interested in you. He asked so many questions about your work, your passions, your family…. Sharing important details about his life as well. He was a literally dream of a man, and it felt surreal that after some years with disillusionment in love, someone like him would enter your life. 

“I know i haven’t had yet the opportunity to see a lot of your work.” Andrew said putting the dishes you used in the washing machine, while you were leaning in the countertop finishing your wine, already a little tipsy. “But from what you showed me that day we had lunch together… it’s just so unique the way you perceive details. Giving attention to humain interaction that it’s often ignored.”

“That’s just you being nice.” You said laughing it off. 

“Well, yes.” Andrew shrugged making you both laugh as he leaned in the sink countertop infront of you. “But also one hundred percent honest. I’d be lucky to work with a director as talented as you, if you want to switch to that in the future.” 

You smiled soflty with the compliment, setting your glass beside you. You didn’t know if it was the alchool already having its effect, but this time, it was you that stopped everything just to stair at him. You felt the air of the moment changing, becoming heavier, thicker. He licked your lips, his posture being always of someone who was reading you. Trying to understand in between lines. 

“It’s been a while since I last have been on a date.” Andrew confessed. “But since the moment i saw you in that happy hour, i knew i had to go to talk to you.” 

“I thought you were just being polite.”

“Oh no” Andrew chuckled. “I was being very not polite in my mind.”

“And what about now?” You asked, breathing out, not being able to hold anymore that nervous excitement bubbling in your chest.

Andrew tilted his head, smiling like he knew exactly what you meant—like he’d been thinking the same thing. Slowly, he stepped closer, now just a breath away from you, the only thing between you both being the soft tension that had been building all night.

“Now…” He said, voice lower, eyes flicking between yours and your lips, resting his hands on either side of the counter, trapping you. “There isn’t a single appropriate thought running in my mind.” 

“Show me.” You whispered. 

Andrew smirked at your boldness. He slowly brushed the back of his fingers across your cheek, then threaded them into your hair, guiding your face toward his.

Finally kissing you.

It was so firm, slow, sensual. It was the result of days building this tension up. Finally exploding. Finally concetre and not just a thought before going to bed. His other hand squeezed your waist before he quickly, lifted you by your tight, sitting you in the kitchen’s counter. Your hands were exploring every part of him you could reach, passing throught his hair, shoulders, chest… 

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurred against your lips just when his hand found your breast, squeezing it, making you moan. “I swear i’m going to make you feel good.” 

Andrew lifted you in his arms, starting to walk towards his bedroom and the only thought in your mind when he placed you in his bed was : Andrew is a man of his word. 

XxXxXxXxXxX

“You’re literally glowing.” Tom said suspicious when he finally found you drinking coffee in the set cafeteria. 

You had literally just passed the best night you ever had, with Andrew in his house. He indeed kept his promise. Three times. 

You slept in his place, but unfortunately he needed to work early in the morning and you decided to go with him directly to the studios. Althought he offered you to stay sleeping there as long as you wanted. Or even drop you at Tom’s. But you just got changed in Tom’s trailer with a pair of sweatshirts it was forgotten there and you were ready to start the day. 

“Morning to you too little brother.” You said grumpy taking a sip. 

“Don’t ‘little brother’ me, (Y/N).” Tom said ironically, taking a coffee to him as well, sitting beside you. “Care to explain why you didn’t come home last night?” 

“As far as I’m concerned, i am the oldest.” You answered making him roll his eyes. “I was with Z, you know that.” 

“And i know you since the day i was born, sis.” Tom said. “I can perfectly tell when you’re both lying to me.” 

You sighed, defeated, finally staring at him. You knew he wasn’t going to back down from this. 

“Ok, I-…” 

“You had sex!” Tom cut you opening his mouth in disbelieve. Now, he looked like he was having rather fun with your embarrassment. “Oh my God, you had sex.” 

“I didn’t say anything.” 

“You didn’t had to.” Tom chuckled leaning his back in the chair, still in shock. “You’re glowing.” 

“Tom…” You began hearing him laughing. Suddenly he gasped even harder, looking at you with wide eyes. 

“I can bet it was Andrew!” He guessed. “I’m not dumb (Y/N), I noticed him wandering around you whenever he had a chance.”

“Will you let me tell you?” 

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, go on.” Tom said but couldn’t help shaking his leg in excitement and hold a little smile in the corner of his lips. 

“Fine. Yes, ok… Andrew asked me out on a date and I… ending up sleeping at his place.”

“This is such great news.” Tom said opening a wide smile squeezing your hand. You chuckled at his excitement, but in reality you knew how much Tom appreciate his Spider Man partners and he, above all brothers, was always the one trying to set you up. “I’m just… he is such a great guy for you! And he would be lucky to have you as well, sis.” 

“It’s nothing serious ok? No need to be so hyped up about this.” 

“No, yeah, yeah, I know.” Tom said finally assuming a more serious posture. “Are you seeing him again?” 

“I don’t know, it’s literally been thirty minutes we arrived here.” You said struggling althought this briefly crossed your mind. He didn’t look the kind of guy of ghosting you after all of that, but who knows. 

“Oh man… Harry and Sam are going to get so jealous.” Tom laughed making you chuckle and roll your eyes, knowing so damn well that the Twins were the most protectives over you. “I wish you would have told me this before.”

“Tom, i just needed to see if this… was something before I discussed with you.” You explained even if you knew he wasn’t mad. 

“I know.” Tom replied with a smile. “I’m happy that coming here gave you guys an opportunity of meeting.” 

“To be honest, i am to.” You said scrunhing your nose, blusing, thinking about the night you just had. “It was amazing…” 

“Oh, ok!” Tom said, clapping his hands and getting up from his seat. “Spare me the details. You’re still my sister.”

“Love you, bug.” You said sincerely, making your brother’s eyes go soft. Meeting Andrew in those last weeks, had been a wonderful surprise, but being able to have these moments with your brother, when you both had already moved out of your parents… seeing your relantionship never changer one bit, it just warmed your heart. 

“Love you.” Tom replied giving you a long kiss on the forehead. “I have to go to my scene now. It’s going to be so weird with Andrew : Hey mate, how you doing? Oh trouble sleeping last night? You sure it had nothing to do with you banging my sister?’ “ 

“Thomas!” You shouted angrily, throwing a crumpled napkin in his direction, as he ran away laughing.

You shook your head in denial, a smile still hanging on your lips, thinking about everything that had happened. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a notification on your phone :

“Zendaya has being staring at me weirdly since we started filming. Must I prepare for your brother’s reactions?” 

You laughed at Andrew’s message, assuming that if Zendaya already knew, Tom would be the next to find out. Which was quickly followed by another one:

“By the way, been wanting to tell you again how amazing last night was. Can’t stop thinking about it. Hoping i will see you soon.” 

[ivykim]

QUESTIONABLE THINGS IVY HAS SAID

VIDEO START ▶️

“if cats have nine lives, why do jungwon and jay only have one.”

it was in the middle of Manifesto tour where each of them had their own separate rooms. ivy was going mental and bored out of her mind so she decided to turn on a live.

someone commented about jay and jungwon being adorable cats.

“jungwon and jay are adorable. they’re like newborn kittens.” ivy reads off the comment. she hums.

“that’s true. they’re adorable but something irks me.”

“if cats have nine lives, why do jungwon and jay only have one.” she asks in a genuine and questioning tone.

— philosopher vivi working overtime

“we love a sexy barbeque man.”

there were a series of knocks and ivy singing ‘do you want to build a snowman’ outside of sunghoon’s door. it was late at night so ivy did it softly. after all, they finished their concert like an hour ago.

after jay opens the door, ivy joins the live and waves to the camera. jay and sunghoon went on about how tan jay looks compared to sunghoon.

“you look like a good fried chicken.” ivy says.

“what?”

“we love a sexy barbeque man.” she does those chef kisses. the two boys never understood what was going on in ivy’s head.

— i want whatever drugs she’s on

“you🫵🏻 come over here👇🏻 WRIGHT☝🏻 NAOW😤.”

with jungwon zooming around and having a lot of energy, ivy couldn’t fully focus on reading through the ENGENEs comments.

she was really trying. as she reads, jungwon zoom pasts her trying to find a way to lose his high tension.

“you🫵🏻 come over here👇🏻 WRIGHT☝🏻 NAOW😤.” she tells jungwon in English, sounding like a mother scolding her child. jungwon runs back around and sits next to her like a good boy. they continued their live properly.

— aww mama duck vivi

“WHATS WITH THE SKINNY BAMBOO LOOKING LEGS?? COULDN’T THEY HAVE GIVEN OUR DARK MOON CHARACTERS MEAT??”

when the dark moon WEBTOON came out, ivy was curious about the story so she decided to go ahead and read out loud during the live. as she scrolls through, she notices the characters not having much figure.

“what the-” she looks at the characters and then the live and then back at the characters.

“why are they so skinny?”

— engene: “so we’re not the only ones that think that?”

“definitely but oh my god. someone feed the poor vampires- oh sorry for sooha I meant non-vampire. she’s not a vampire everyone. don’t misunderstand.”

“actually, I have to complain to HYBE. why in the world are they so skinny and where in the hell is my character.”

— engene: “oof ivy popping off💅🏻💅🏻”

“WHATS WITH THE SKINNY BAMBOO LOOKING LEGS?? COULDN’T THEY HAVE GIVEN OUR DARK MOON CHARACTERS MEAT??” the passion as she says so.

— passionate vivi. she protects and attacks🤺

*stares at bird* “he would probably make a good source of protein.”

ivy was busy staring out the window. she was bored. waiting for their turn at Inkigayo for their Sweet Venom recording.

“noona, what are you doing?” jay asks as he comes up behind her with a camera.

“looking out the window.” she lays her head against the window and shuts her eyes a little. “I wanna sleep.”

“same. now would be a good time to sleep, I’m dead tired.” jay says.

her stomach grumbles a little. “urgh, now I’m hungry.” just then, a bird had perched onto the ledge in front of the window.

“god, the things I’d do for some chicken.” jay groans. ivy points to the bird and stares at it.

“he would probably make a good source of protein.”

jay has never whipped his head so fast. it’s almost like he would get a whiplash. “HE WHAT?”

— you know she’s crazy when jay looks at her weird

“crazy? I was crazy once. they locked me in a room, a room with sunghoon, and sunghoon makes me crazy. crazy-”

ivy was busy reading a few comments since she was bored and didn’t exactly know what to show the ENGENEs. she was seriously trying to think of a content she could do to engage the audience.

“mmm, do aeygo?” she deadpans at the camera. “sorry, I’m not an aeygo master. you can ask sunoo.”

that is until she decides to pull one aeygo out of nowhere. she easily gets embarrassed. “okay, okay, no more. I look like a goblin doing aeygo.”

“where is sunghoon?” she reads out loud. “he’s probably at the dorms. he finished his schedule for the day.”

“does sunghoon make you crazy? huh? you mean in what way?”

“in general?” she thinks for a second, “crazy? I was crazy once. they locked me in a room, a room with sunghoon, and sunghoon makes me crazy. crazy-”

ENGENEs were commenting thinking ivy drank soju before doing the live.

— not her following that one meme😭😭

“sometimes in life you just have to life.”

ivy was basically doing her normal thing. reading the live comments and also entertaining ENGENEs.

“do you ever feel like a plastic bag.” she reads off the comment. “yes, everyday. i wanna drift through the wind and i want to start life again.”

“noona, are you drunk.”

“I’d like to know too. Maybe this tea has alcohol inside of it but no, I’m not drunk as far as I know.”

“what do you do when life doesn’t go your way.”

“deep question. I like it.” she sighs, “sometimes in life, you just have to life.” she makes a sad face, wiping her fake tears.

“it’s true, that’s how life works when it doesn’t go your way.”

– oml philosopher vivi strikes again

“even if you don’t succeed, just fail.”

in yet another solo live she did, she had basically gotten viral for making these ‘inspiring’ quotes. multiple people praising her because she can make up this true story-comedy quotes.

“unnie, make more inspiring quotes.” she hums at the comment. “give me something you want me to make a quote out of.”

she skims through the various comments, “ah, mmm. you failed a test? I’m so sorry about that.”

“umm, even if you don’t succeed. just fail. studying isn’t everything. you can always try again!”

– I’m gonna kiss her. she’s so perfect

“I’m a sunbae??? THEY ARE HOW OLD??”

with illit debuting, enhypen was finally a sunbae. they had hoobaes under BELIFT Lab now and so ivy heard about them. the boys were just talking about it during the backstage video.

“we are sunbaes now.” jake says.

“mmm.”

“and they are younger than ni-ki. I believe the average age is about 18.6.” jake continues. Ivy hums again before she processes what jake was truly saying then she practically whips her head over.

“I’m a sunbae??? THEY ARE HOW OLD??” she says in shock.

– the cultural shock ivy experienced.

Ivy: turning 23 this year

Iroha: turning 16 this year

*outro of video plays*

PART 2?

[lari-the-dragon]

RTV Tour: The Endgame

(Blood writting, -No drawings sadly- , also a lot of swears-)

Lari started to enter into another crisis, despite trying to maintain control of the situation and calm herself down, which didn’t seem to be working very well. After all, her current concern was enormous, since here was "His head, his rules". She remembers when Mr.Crystal put her in the TV Dimension for the first time as a form of "Time-Out" and she literally broke her way out of his head...But could she do the same with RTV??? He had the power of the five stars, and to make matters even worse, she didn’t have the same strength or power she had back at her place-! WHAT A BULLSH-!

Suddenly, she feels something gently bumping against her shoulder and snaps back to reality, looking at the Razorwhip who was looking right back at her. She gazes her for a moment, and all of a sudden, that irritating intrusive voice starts talking again. "CUTE! MUST- P E T! PEEET THE DRAGON!!!" The eyes of her mask seemed to be in between one of confusion and one of cuteness...Urgh...At this point, she considers it a curse to want to pet anything she finds adorable...Anyway, why Marie was...Oh- heh..."Ya comforting me Marie?" she thought, a slight smile appearing behind her mask as the dragon seemed to do the same.

Then his voice echoed in the place, making her immediately tense up and look up in his direction.

“Why Hello my not-so-dear tour participants...Glad to see you all here! Whether you came through willingly...and some...Who needed a push...to come through."

“Excuse me to interrupt you Mr.Puzzles, what if I told you I had something revolutionary,would you be interested in any chances traveling to unknown universes?”

Out of nowhere a blonde woman floated towards him, did she have a death wish or what?? Not even she would have the courage to have so much nerve-

“Let me present to you my gizmos or stars.”

The woman continued now taking out of her pocket a blue star...Wait- she won't do what she think she's gonna do...right?

 “I promise I’m not here to scam anyone, I do indeed know my ‘name’ may cause some suspicions. But it is just a direct translation of my family name ‘De La Escroquerie'.Actually my family were scammed by those filthy scammers but that's just an unimportant detail. ”

While the woman was making her presentation, the eyes of her mask seemed a little confused and even a bit perplexed by this, the pupils of her mask eyes slowly looking at RTV screen that seemed to be giving more of a warning with that smile that he didn't give two fucks to that.

“As you can see the interdimensional portal has indeed worked. Huh, it looks just like you,what are the odds? Sadly I can’t sell you mine since you know, you  have to be linked to it and I forgot how to create them, but there are the instructions at my base on my computer,and the only possible way to go there at the moment is by my very own VESPA that is parked outside of your STUDIO...Do we have a deal?”

Her mask eyes widened now, how could someone-? THAT WOMAN REALLY WANTED TO MAKE A DEAL??? WITH HIM??? Oh for the love of-

“Cute. But that’s a NO.”

And with that he flicked the woman, sending her flying to the side, Lari just slapped her mask at the scene.

“Oh, and for your INFORMATION: I can already reach other universes just fine MYSELF. Maybe remember that before placing portals in MY studio...”

...She thought everyone here knew that...Looks like she was wrong...

Then he leaned down towards the little squirrel she saw going with the other group to the Health Department, and by the looks of it, she seemed...Worried...Well how could she not be? Everyone here was basically about to tear each other apart if he decided to attack or vice versa. Soon after he started to say something softly...HOLD UP- THIS SMELL LIKE TROUBLE-

Lari narrowed her eyes at the two, and in the next second she saw the squirrel eyes go static...Oh...Oh no...The pupils on her mask got a bit empty again...One more for his collection...Afterwards she saw the same small creature turning around, before taking place on one of the TVs, observing them...That was bad.

“Now, as I said, Nobody here is leaving. Not before we made some things CLEAR. Some of you chose to side with SMG4, complicated everything! And guess what happened. One tour-”

He was interrupted by crying and sniffing sounds, she quickly tried to find the source and saw...A cookie? Well not exactly a walking cookie, but a familiar looking one being held by the ribbon girl...Bruh- she needed to know her name, because that wasn't exactly a good nickname to call someone all the tim-

A huge *CR a cK* of chewing was heard, the pupils of her mask eyes returned to normal again as she stared at the cookie that now had a huge bite on its head, making her hold back a laugh..."Don't laugh please that would be very rude, please don't laugh-" Her mask eyes twitched a little before closing for a moment...Please that Marie don't give her a tail whip to keep her in line because it will definitely hurt-

“YOUR GODBOX-FORSAKEN AI KILLED MY FRIEND, YOU A**HOLE!”

Her eyes snapped open again, her hair fluffing up for a moment at the sudden loud voice-

At that moment she swung at him and punched his face, sending him staggering back.

“WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF, HUH?!”

The girl screamed at him, her anger definitely bubbling out as she looked like she wanted to kill him right there, sad for her that the punch didn't have the same effect as out of the TV dimension, looking at RTV again she saw that unsympathetic grimace of a smile as he suddenly dashed forward, grabbing her by the neck.

“Your friend killed HIMSELF by putting his nose in things that don’t concern him.”

“You bastard-! YOU TAKE THAT BACK- “

Then he proceeded to yeet her at full force back, making her fly into the depths of the tunnel...Damn bro-

"Anyone else?"

Lari slowly looked between him and the now very far away participant, then to the others, and Marie. She kept doing that with a unsure gaze for a while, until her eyes landed on SMG4, the man seemed very...Very pissed.

“Tsk Tsk, Now? As I was SAYING, because of the fault of some of you supporting SMG4, everyone will Pay. And I'll repeat, because of his intrusion, One tour participant less in the group from the original 57... Although...”

She saw him growing into a giant and looked at the...UH- Twins? Doubles?? It was a girl- I MEAN girls- foxes? They seemed to have mechanical parts- other bots in between them maybe?

"Not sure what I missed while I was out, but I suppose that covers the 57th participant. Must've overlooked, but oh well."

He shrugged before mumbling something and looking back at the group...She tensed up again, gosh, she hated that feeling of being so vulnerable, she still had her magic sure, but it probably wouldn't be enough to actually cause serious damage to him..."I guess it's better for me to just stay on the defensive and-"

She got out of her thoughts when she saw RTV quickly shift his gaze, she looked to where he was focusing and saw SMG4 and Animsay...With no TV on her head? Huh- I hope this isn't causing any side effects on her, hmm, why she took it off after all? I wonder-

And suddenly the meme guardian lunged forward with the help of Animsay who gave him an additional push... She almost screamed a loud "NO!" when she saw this, taking a quick step forward as she saw their "grand" plan.

“Tsk.”

RTV raised an arm, blocking the hit with little difficulty, before pushing SMG4 back, sending him flying with a bloody nose, and thankfully for him, Animsay managed to grab him in time by his hoodie to avoid he going to the unknown.

Lari stared at SMG4 for a moment, his bloody nose sparkling something inside of her that she couldn't explain, her hands slowly turned into fists as the pupils of her mask got a sharp appearence, so making a loud huff that seemed to release a bit of smoke from the sides of her mask, she turns towards RTV.

"no one...and when i say...NO ONE...Will hurt this version of SMG4- ON. MY. WATCH!"

She hissed, increasing her voice while summoning her crystals and preparing to fight...The Razorwhip seemed to prepare the spikes of her tail already, making her give a quick glance at her, she still couldn't believe she ended up along side Marie. So giving another smile, she glanced back towards RTV.

“Morons…”

Lari quickly moved a bit away from Marie and took the chance he was occupied with Smiley to aim the crystals towards his chest, but sadly for her, he sized down and even managed to dodge two of the crystals, 3 of them tho- managed to make crystal like holes in his coat.

She felt his gaze locking on her and freezed for a moment before shaking her head and dashing at full speed in his direction, but something catch the attention of the upper eyes of her mask as they looked to the side and saw....T H E L E V I A T H A N ? NO- not the time for that...The upper eyes turned they attetion back to RTV.

He managed to dodge Sci attack, grabbing her by the collar soon after, and then tossing her to the side. Lari made a high jump ignoring the laws of physics as usual and prepared to give him a powerfull kick in his TV head, just to same TV quick switch around to avoid her attack...Sneaky bastard.

When she missed the hit she didn't hesitated to summon more crystals behind her in a attempt to hit his head this time...Is not like this would be enough to kill him anyway, but at least it will keep him away for a while...She stared at him furiously while preparing herself.

“It looks like we are simply MEANT to cross paths...Allow me to get RID of that though.”

He snapped his fingers and the moment she was going to aim the crystals on him...They disintegrated...She looked back and saw they quickly turning into dust and disappearing...oh...OH FUCK-

Her hair fluffed up at the now realization that her magic could no longer be used... She quickly moved away from him and got into a defensive position, only to see the ribbon girl- MAN SHE HAD TO KNOW HER NAME URGENTLY- anyway, it seemed like she wouldn't have to worry about RTV now since the girl took her place and attacked him with her sick tentacles, making him retreat, and now that he was away she could start panicking.

She began to desperately try to summon them, but nothing, she even began to snap her fingers again and again…But the result was the same, she looked at the purple crystal she was carrying in her neck, taking a better look at it…It had a static color…He really blocked her magic, now if she already didn't stand a chance against him before, NOW SHE DEFINITELY DOESN'T!

The pupils of her mask eyes started to get a little frantic, almost not noticing RTV growing again and Marie attacking him, that until she heard "NIRA!" out loud and finally came back to reality again, she needed to stop doing this at times like this-

Another finger snap echoed, she started hearing bone cracking sounds and quickly looked at the TVs, seeing mini versions of the oversized idiot appearing now…"THIS IS BAD, REALLY BAD-" She started desperately using all the eyes of her mask to locate the position of each of them…But she failed to see Nira approaching Sci and touching her face with her little black hands beside her, why she was-

Another second later the fish body went slack, eyes rolling back as she lost consciousness and her previous movement turned into an uncontrolled spin-

"Shit-"

She attempted to dodge but Sci was to close, hitting Lari and sending her floating back. Her mask eyes closed for a moment from the impact just to open again and look at her side and see...

A finger pointing right at her...Her eyes narrowed a bit at the bright electric light as she unconsciously moved a arm towards her chest, to protect it...And then it hit.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

The power of the electricity was so strong that despite her regeneration, several red lines appeared on her arm up to her neck in a matter of milliseconds. The eyes of her mask glowed a bright white, making her roll her eyes behind it as she screamed at a volume that echoed slightly... Her body trembled as she felt she was being burned from the inside out, that is until she felt something holding her from behind, she could barely see what or who it was…

Her body was almost paralyzed, even though now she was in motion. She could barely breathe properly, damn, if he had hit her heart, maybe the damage would have been a thousand times worse... Her ears were making an unbearable ringing inside her head, her breathing was fast as if she were searching for oxygen that wasn’t even there. But then she seemed to catch something reflecting in the corner of her vision, making her stop and focus on what she was seeing...It looked like metal under the sun... Wait a-

Her regeneration started to take effect, allowing her to slightly turn back, noticing she was being held in the mouth of a Razorwhip, who seemed quite worried about the condition of her small ally, her wings gliding in the air while her tail was already ready to attack the now countless clones of the TV head…Sigh- Looks like Marie was officially her live savior at this point… She really didn't want to cause this much trouble to her-

Her breathing began to stabilize as she continued being carried by Marie, who landed a little ahead where it seemed safer despite the numerous clones that had appeared around, then placing her on the ground, already preparing to defend her despite barely knowing her. Lari noticed this and immediately forced herself to stand up, to Marie’s surprise, there was no way she would let Marie face this alone after everything that had happened.

Lari slowly stood up, staggering a bit in the process, the dragon responded with a worried sound as Lari quickly managed to raise a hand up to try and reassure her.

"Calm down- arGh- Everything is alright ok? I'm fine- see?"

She lowered her hand and looked at her arm, slightly null with marks of electricity, which seemed to quickly disappear and return to how it was before, even Lari herself raised her arm and analyzed it for a moment before giving a relieved sigh and looking back at the dragon.

"I'll live don't worry, it takes more than a shock to kill me!"

Lari spoke with a somewhat proud tone despite the near-death situation she had just been through...Marie seemed to look at her from head to toe, not buying that at all... Lari herself was confused by this and decided to take a second look at her own condition and... Now she understood that look...The sleeve of one of her arms, the one she used to defend herself against RTV, was completely wrecked, not to mention a few holes here and there in her vest, aside from the bullet hole in the back of her shoulder. How did she not noticed all of this? Good thing at least she was wearing a shirt underneath this vest, that was quite resistant to damage...Quality stuff really makes all the difference-

She noticed movement of a few clones approaching them, making Marie immediately get alarmed and ready herself for battle...Lari gave a quick glance at her own hand, opening and closing her palm until long black claws appeared...Transformation...Seems like this is the only thing she could use right now to fight...Time to be good for once.

So giving a quick turn towards Marie, she spoke in a loud enough voice for her to hear despite the growls she was giving at the clones.

"MARIE!- Take care of the others! I'll try to create a passage for yall-"

Lari said, preparing to transform and destroy as many of these things as she could, but Marie didn’t like that plan at all, since she lowered her head towards Lari, making the same take a small step back as she watched the dragon let out a loud growl.

"Wha- COME ON! You are literally one of the only people here, that I saw, who have all the capacity to protect the others easily, you already saved my ass in a beat 2 times now! Let me be the tank for you now will ya?"

The dragon responded by giving her a strong smack with her tail on the back of her head, a piece of metal hitting your head definitely hurt.

"OuCH- okay OKAY FINE-!"

Lari grunted as she prepared for battle, shifting her form to something close to RTV’s original height, though still a bit shorter by around 1–2 feet. She grew crossed horns and long deer-like ears, huge claws, and a long snake-like tail with a crystal stinger at the end… She quickly shook her hair a bit, making it stand up before relaxing again. Marie seemed somewhat perplexed by what she had just witnessed.

"So...Are you ready?"

She said while raising both her hands close to her chest, her tail giving a strong slap on the floor as she smiled at Marie...The Razorwhip let out an amused huff while staying in a fighting position...The clones preparing to attack them.

"That the best BEAST WINS!"

Lari slammed her knuckles together forcefully three times for effect, while Marie spread her wings and raised the spikes on her tail, preparing to cut down those damn grinning foes just like she had done with Wr3n’s bots... And then, they prepared their fingers...Time for the dragons to shine.

Both let out a roar and charged to their respective sides, Lari going one way while Marie went another, dodging some of the shots fired at them by the Mini RTVs… Lari sprinted toward them with everything and then leaped forward, landing on all fours, suddenly increasing her speed. She locked onto one target and slammed into his stomach with her head, then stomped firmly on the ground and lifted her head upward with full force while he was still on top of her, leading him to orbit.

GAME!

Refocusing on the other clones, she quickly positioned her mask to take a shot that hit it directly, but instead of damaging her, it energized her mask, making her hair stand on as the tips lifted slightly, just for a moment, she resembled a porcupine. She then took advantage of the electricity in her mask and dashed toward the clone, attempting to transfer the electricity to it and knock him out. However, the clone dodged her charge, only to see her quickly spin and whip it with her tail, striking its side and knocking him down.

He didn’t die, and was already getting back up, and as Lari was preparing to finish him off, she suddenly felt something grabbing her from behind in a chokehold and forcefully stepping on her tail, making her let out a loud yelp. She struggled, placing her hands on the arm that was around her neck, but then she quickly dropped down and repositioned her body, throwing her attacker forward. He tried to grasp onto her side, but ended up falling instead, giving her the perfect opportunity to stomp on its screen, finishing him once and for all.

Only to receive a harsh uppercut straight to her chin, making her stagger backward, lifting her head up as blood dripped from her mouth due to the impact, her tail tried to stabilize her so she wouldn’t fall or be sent flying, and as she turned her head forward, she then received a jab right on her mask, making her be thrown back. "Dammit, those things actually knows how to fight!-" She grunted, trying to take control of the situation, managing to support herself back onto the ground… Then, the clone dashed forward, preparing another punch, just to her caught it with her palm, struggling slightly as she smiled at him. He didn’t hesitate to try hitting her with his other hand, only for her to catch it too with her free hand. Lari arms trembled slightly as she clenched her fists and abruptly yanked the clone toward her, raising her head, then bringing it down with full force, slamming it into the top of its head. The sound of cracking glass echoed as she followed through with a frontal kick, sending it flying backward…Seems like that one wouldn’t be getting up anymore.

She breathed heavily, struggling a bit as she wiped the blood from her mouth, her body quickly regenerating from the blows she had just received. Turning toward Marie to check if she had better luck, she noticed her focused on a group of clones in front and to one side of her. Marie didn’t seem to see one of them trying to sneak up behind her, preparing a shot… Lari eyes widened, and she huffed- "OH NO YOU DON'T!"

Lari began running like a beast toward the clone that was nearly ready to fire, shouting loudly to gets his attention and distract him from his target.

"HERE I COME!"

The clone looked in her direction with a grin, only for that same grin quickly vanish and turn into worry one as it seemed to attempt redirecting the shot toward her, but it was already too late.

(Puts gift cutely, and yes Lari did exactly that :3)

She jumped towards him, mouth open, biting into his TV head, causing both to roll several meters ahead. He missed the shot, and Lari took advantage of that, clenching her teeth into his screen and back head, the easiest part for her to bite, and tightened her grip, shards of glass entered her mouth as she managed to rip his head off… erGH- she spat out some of the glass and ran her tongue over the back of her teeth to check if it was all gone. Then, she quickly turned her attention back to the fight, grabbing the clone carcass with both hands and lifting it up as a shield while electric sounds crackled… His body trembled as if trying to come back to life, bizarre.

Looking behind her, she noticed she was now taking care of Marie back, who had already taken care of the other clones surrounding her before jumpscaring the other one. That made Lari grin with excitement as she shifted her mask eyes back to the clones still firing at the corpse she was using as a shield… Combo time!

With that, she threw the clone body upward and whipped it hard with her tail, sending it flying towards the two clones shooting at her. Lari heard a strong metal sound cutting something off and then saw debris floating through the air. "Oh-" she blinked before quickly dropping to all fours to dodge a tail strike that sent sharp spikes at the trapped clones, effortlessly impaling them.

"OOOoOO nice!"

She turned to Marie, watching her give a powerful wing strike that sliced some of the clones in half. Their bodies floated as pieces of metal scattered through the air, their fingers losing the electrical charge they'd been preparing, Lari took the opportunity of Marie still partially open wing to leap onto it.

"TOSS ME!"

Thanks to Marie powerfull wings and Lari relatively light weight despite her new form, the Razorwhip swiftly lifted her wing upward, launching Lari high into the air. Taking advantage of the space-like gravity, she simply adjusted her stance, preparing to propel herself, just like she did back at the Void when she needed to float to attack or escape.

And with that she began to spin, transforming herself a little into a ball (Sonic style) and going with everything back to the ground, right where the clone was… Marie released another fire blow but ended up missing, making the Mini RTV prepare to shoot her, but the Razorwhip took a quick look up and noticed the black ball quickly approaching and gave a quick dash back, keeping her body sideways to the clone, who didn't seem to understand why and continued charging his attack, only for Lari to uncurl and give him a strong tail slam, breaking him in half.

She landed with a loud THUD her tail positioned like a scorpion’s, eyes locking onto Marie, who scanned the area, it seemed they had got rid of all the clones in that area.

"HAHA! GG! Ya know, this actually IS a bit fun! Ignoring the parts where I get beated up of course...Cough cough."

Lari said in an amused tone, before lowering her voice at the last part and letting out a fake cough, covering her mouth while taking another glance at the destruction they had caused. Until more of them appeared, circling them…

"Are you kidding me...Just HOW MANY CLONES DOES THIS BASTARD HAVE?!?!"

She shouted, raising both hands slightly in frustration, looks like RTV have an automatic farm somewhere here in the TV dimension…That until RTV voice echoed so loudly that even the deafest person would hear it.

"ENOUGH!!! Now, ALL OF YOU! You had all your fun here enough. CONGRATS! You and your abilities, resourcefulness, teamwork and... sneaky...unheard talents...I'm impressed... well, half, Impressed."

She glanced between RTV and his clones for a moment, unwilling to let them catch her and Marie off guard, then she started hissing loudly at them, hearing the metal spikes on Marie’s tail preparing for more strikes.

"H-Hey, leave them all alone...It's me you want!"

Wait, after everything, NOW YOU ARE!- urgh, she wasn't about to let this happen after all that.

"Hm… perhaps a little too late, dear SMG4. The fault of one is the fault of all of them. Besides, THIS kind of behavior is exactly why I'm not letting you go."

Lari eyed the clones again as they closed in, her hissing growing louder, while her hair fluffled up like a snake.

"Again... as for... you two...Do you think that little stunt was to show me up?" 

What did they did? She was to busy fighting with Marie to notice her surroudings- then she heard Marie growling at the clones too, ready to attack-

"Hm... not much of a talker? And even after back at the Film Department? Now... people as high as I, have their secrets, and you two are the first in line to hear it...Well... My secret?"

She curiously stopped hissing to tilt her head a bit in curiosity, her ears tilting a bit, man she really needed to work in that-

"Sometimes... QUIET PEOPLE PISS ME OFF!"

Welp i'm dammed then-

however one of them started growing up, breaking free from his grip.

"W-What. Are. YOU???"

The big one took advantage of his surprise to grab her other version out of his grip and run away…Marie also got this chance to attack the RTVs with her spikes, making Lari go for it and run towards them, grabbing one of the spikes from the ground and piercing into the clone chest, fighting time!

Holding the clone with the spike lodged in its chest, she threw it upwards only for Marie to jump, flapping her wings to make her higher while taking advantage of the lack of gravity, and with a powerful whip strike, Marie sent it crashing into the others, some of them dodged. Lari quickly glanced at Marie’s tail and had a funny idea, jumping and suddenly holding her tail, causing Marie to look at her mid-flight.

"BERSEKER STYLE!"

Marie understood what she meant and spun around while she was still flying, throwing her with full-force towards the clones, one of them widened his eyes as she turned into a ball and detonated him, Marie took the chance and flew quickly downwards, opening her wings and cutting through the middle of the nearby clones, landing right next to her...Unfortunately for both of them, there were still many others.

Suddenly, a loud gunshot echoed, a sound she knew all too well in this case...Then one of a shattering TV, what just happened?

"No... 'REAL MEEEE'!!!!!!!”

Lari turned to witness the larger version of that mechanical fox taking a massive shot to the chest, red blood pouring out, however it was slowly shifting to blue as it floated alongside what appeared to be cards, the mini version of herself approached, crying.

"56 now...,”

“I-It's been nice... meeting you all. T-thanks, for the tour....O-Other... you,... You better return home in my place, yes?," 

Then she seemed to go limp, releasing a umbrella she had been holding…RTV crossed his arms, and then people around started crying, once again in shock.

"'Real'... 'REAL'?! Real... No... Please... What am I going to do?"

Lari just watched the scene with a neutral look, she was never the type to cry over the death of someone she didn't know or had no connection with, and… Death… wasn’t exactly unfamiliar to her...So she just focused on everyone's reactions, glancing at Marie who also seemed in shock.

"This feels wrong… Replacing the original? This… has to be a dream? It has to…”

Hmm…Was she too indifferent for not reacting? She continued observing the crowd, keeping track of the clones and the massive RTV.

“Do you realize... how she was enjoying the tour?”

"Something feels off." Lari muttered only for herself to hear, narrowing her mask eyes at the robotic fox...Why did this all seem so strange? She swore she had heard that tone somewhere before…

"Seeing her memories... So many good things... How....."

She sniffled, crying a bit more...UhH- Somethings tells her that this seemed forced and genuine at the same time...Was she pretending?

“How she learned to grow, how it took her a long time to adjust and make friends, despite being on the spectrum…”

The fox placed a blanket on her now dead self, holding her close..."I- SUPPOSE- i'm a bit soulless." Lari thought, not really getting emotional as she was probably supposed too, maybe because is wasn't to her or anyone she knew? Or because despite the fact that now 2 people died she somehow didn't considered herself in great danger? EVEN AFTER MANAGING TO DEFEND HERSELF IN THE LAST SECOND FROM RTV SHOT???? Maybe that's a reason of her acting like this right now...Maybe shielding that attack boosted a bit of her non existent ego-

"She enjoyed all the departments... getting a compliment for how she looked... how she interacted with the SMG3 Gang... Oh. The last time she saw the latter,... was that they were a lot... happier than before she met them. Did... did  she do something more special?... Like the green drink, the peculiar game, or the anime she was given the honors to pick? Was she …like a second Axol, to them?" 

"What is she talking about-" Lari said in mind, the pupils of her mask getting confused, she glanced at Marie again, noticing her empathetic about this all...Had [Redacted] affected her that deeply?

“She... she...She even cleaned your clothes when you were down..., and not even once, attacked you physically. She never had the intention to, b-because-...S-she was just a visitor, wanting to enjoy it all. Have a good time. And she did... Now she's gone... all that is left is a carbon copy... Knowing her, do you know what she would say... after what happened? Since I'm her...Mr Puzzles, I forgive you."

Lari noticed a subtle movement in RTV, she noticed he balling his fist...She then looked up at his face, he had that calm expression, but he seemed to hold himself back.

“It was her great day... It was a great day…”

It was a great day until i came here to see RTV face, and i'm greatly regretting not being on my bed sleeping right now.

​​“It was indeed a GREAT day…until someone had to mess it up. Shame.”

He spoke, his voice apathetic...Lari started couting the seconds for him to snap "3...2...1-"

“ENOUGH OF THIS SOB STORY!”

Lari blinked each of her eye mask lazily, until they widened up when RTV started to seized up, looming over everyone, hand grabbing TV’s on the side with such force that dents were left behind.

“You think you can BEAT me here? In MY world?!”

"Yes." Lari said boldly as always while raising one hand, Marie looked at her and seemed to cluckle a bit at her sudden declaration.

He now pointed a finger at the dead Rayas.

“THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU!”

"Hopefully not-" Lari voice at this point was like a hater in the back of the crown giving critics or responding like that was a question and not a real estantment...Then he let out a crackle that slowly turned lower and lower until his screen switched to a cold sneer.

“You’re right. Why TALK it out when you can FIGHT it out?”

A small smile now was settled on his face, as he slightly bowed down, hand on his chest.

“Well, it appears you’ve made your decision and I’ve made MINE...56 participants to go...Sorry, but I’m not hiring for a movie sequel. This ends here and NOW.”

Both Lari and Marie got surprised when the clones decided to attack them recklessly...And sadly for Lari, she got a huge hit on the stomach that send her flying backward, crashing into Marie and then into a massive TV that immediately began pulling both of them in with intense force as Lari begins to panic.

"NONONONONONO-"

And just like that, she entered the TV, static filling everything in sight…Her head started aching, forcing her back into her original form, the pupils of her mask vanishing as voices echoed in her mind, a conversation from a long-buried memory.

...

"Where- where am I??"

"Your new home."

"W-why am i-I gLi TcHiN g?? Why does it h U R T!- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!?!"

...

"...What had to be done."

The memory ended as she landed on what felt like grass, her mask eyes shutting completely while she quickly got up, shaking her head slightly and placing a hand over her mask, trying to process what she had just remembered. "Dammit, why remembering this now?" she thought, before realizing that it was probably triggered by the static that reminded her of the Forgotten Zone.

Lari started piecing the situation together and then realized something- EXTREMELY important: she had hit Marie.

That made her quickly turn toward the dragon, who was partially lying down, lifting herself up slightly and shaking off from the impact. In a flash, Lari rushed toward her, waving her hands in an embarrassed manner.

"I'M SO SORRY!- I DIDN'T MEAN TO HIT YA-"

Marie responded by giving a reassuring sound, but suddenly stopped and stepped forward quickly…Huh? Lari looked up, almost blinded by the brightness, but not completely, thanks to her mask protecting her real eyes, then she realized they were surrounded by…Vikings?

There were other people with them, like the little ghost with wing-shaped earrings and a tail with a blue line from earlier, and pausing to notice this one more closely, she seemed to resemble a dragon, making Lari subtly narrow her real eyes behind her mask at her, almost as if examining her. However, her focus soon shifted to other individuals, like a one-eyed creature, the guy with the hat and pinkish hair, the smiley maniac, and a…What the- Is that a ball of hair?- oh wait- it’s a person-

More people started gathering, including the meme guardian itself...She then noticed the Vikings taking a combat stance, prompting her to quickly reopen her mask eyes to give her better visibility in case of another fight.

“We…come in peace?”

SMG4 tried to reason with the scared and angry Vikings, she gave a little peek at the Razorwhip, who seemed quite wary of her surroundings.

“In peace, you have a dragon with you!”

Stoick the Vast...This one would be hard to convince, she looked where he pointed and was got a bit more alert when it was towards Marie and the little ghost, already preparing to change form if necessary.

“Well…”

While SMG4 searched for words, she heard something unusual and glanced back at Marie, only to see her transforming into another dragon within seconds…A Whispering Death, thin and long body with enormous spikes and a mouth full of rotating mandibles. Seeing one up close was both cool and slightly terrifying…She took a few steps back, watching as Marie swiftly dug a tunnel with impressive speed.

“Quick!”

He yelled to the group before jumping into the hole, sliding rapidly down into the darkness. Lari simply shrugged and leaped in after him, falling into the shadows, her mask pupils glowed in the dim environment as she followed the meme guardian, hearing the distant echoes of digging…A few lights flickered behind her, probably from flashlights, good thing she was used to the dark and could see just fine.

She took a moment to glance at the others again, putting both hands into her vest pockets, some of them seemed uncertain, even a little scared, not that she could blame them. Noticing the grinning one, he looked…Uhh- she wasn’t sure how to describe it, but something about him felt off, despite the massive smile he was giving. Should she thank him for saving her earlier?- hmm…Nah…

...

Maybe? She’d figure that out when she gets home-

Eventually the tunnel led upwards until sunlight could be seen lighting through, showing Marie made the breakthrough. Lari gived some quick steps now climbing back up to the surface, realizing they were now surrounded by the woods…"Wait- where is-"

She glanced back, spotting the Whispering Death hiding from the brightness. "Ah…Almost forgot-" She moved closer to the hole, ready to provide cover if needed…Others began gathering.

“Alright, everyone here? Let’s find a portal and move on to the next channel. If we are lucky, we aren’t too far from 999…”

A deep growl made her instantly alert, looking the source of the sound was…Toothless? "Oh yeah, of course." he started showing off row of teeth.

“Ah great…Hey, we don’t want any trouble. In fact, we will be right out of your scales-”

Lari saw Marie peeking from the tunnel, causing the Night Fury growls to intensify..."Oh fu--" She remembered that in the series, those two were rivals-

In the next second both of them started to grow more agitated with toothless now instantly changing into a attack position, maw opening...Lari braced herself to step in-

“Toothless, wait!”

A boy now came skipping from the side to the night fury’s side, quickly turning his head in the other direction...Lari narrowed her mask eyes, then widened them, Hiccup had entered the scene.

“What are you doing?!”

Then he turned his gaze to them...Now that's a bit awkward.

“You have one too…?”

Marie showed no sign of easing down, nor did the smaller black dragon too.

“Yeah…No worries though, she’s 100% harmless...Listen, we can’t exactly stay here and I don’t think the majority wants us here anyway…You don’t happen to have seen a black and white square?”

I don't think this is gonna work out SMG4-

“Oh! Yeah, me and Toothless saw it some time ago, but didn’t get very close.”

Nevermind-

“What is it exactly?”

Hiccup curiously asked, Lari just slowly started shaking her head like she was saying "buddy you don't wanna know."

“Our way home...Where is it located?”

“I can show you!”

“...or that.”

They watched Hiccup jump in Toothless back that didn't seemed very fond of the idea and began to take flight.

“Hey! We can’t all fly!”

“Oh, right…”

After following Hiccup and Toothless for a while, they spotted the portal located at a cliff along the coast...Taking a look at her back she saw the ground rising, proof of Marie moving through the ground due to the sunlight.

“That’s it...I actually had so many more questions to ask. Like how did you meet your dragon? And who are these other people? You know, the…not human looking ones.”

SMG4 rubbed his neck, giving a glance to Marie.

“You could say we ran into each other and now are sticking together to survive...Alright, let’s go guys!”

Lari nodded and went with the others…Taking a long breath and entering the portal, and once again static, another memory coming… But a different voice this time.

"Does this all is just a game for you?!"

"A good history can't have just rainbows and butterflies in it all right? For it to have T A S T E, It needs a bit suffering and pain."

"YOU ARE [Redacted] PEOPLE!-"

"Oh don't be dramatic- what fun would it have if everything was easy?"

Memory ended as she crossed the portal, giving her head a light tap to return to normal…"This is weird…I don't usually remember these things." Lari noticed the place, the broad dark hallway. The pupils of her mask turned into spirals as she quickly closed her eyes again. Taking a quick look around she searched for the Whispering Death, only to realize that it was nowhere in sight, she took another quick look in all directions and then realized that Marie had returned to normal, she gave a relieved sigh when she saw her…She was probably dizzy.

“Oh hey, you’re alive as well.”

“Where did you end up?”

“How to train your dragon. You?

“Hell.”

PFFFFFFF- DAMN BRO- she almost laughed out loud at that, hopefully it wasn't the literal hell.

“If we are all together again we may as well continue.”

“Right…”

Everyone now continued through the black hallways much similar to that of a generic house...Then at the end of the hallway, a door, opening it revealed a kid's room. And a giant TV placed at the back of the wall, displaying static.

She honestly don't want to have more flashbacks...

But then SMG4 stepped through, soon the others following...She sighed and looked a bit around, giving a long breath in and out and entering.

"What is the meaning of this...?"

"Specify.."

"THIS [Redacted]!!!"

"Ah...This-...Well, I just got...a bit mad."

Another memory with another voice, but what the hell was going on huh? Was RTV playing with her now? No, no...There must be something here that is triggering them, not just the static from the portals...Right?...And speaking of portals, the one behind them disappeared.

“It’s a loop?”

“Only one way to find out.”

They walked to another portal, Lari hearing voices in her head again…But this time they were lower.

"Do you undestand what you're doing here?!"

"Yes i do, giving everyone here a reason to NOT mess with me."

Other voices, but besides them some muffled ones of two people fighting could be heard from one of the doors, Animsay decided to open it only to reveal an empty living room…Although the sounds were still coming out of there.

“Getting major horror flick vibes here…”

“The Conjuring maybe?”

Another portal into the kid's room, and there we go once more.

Everything repeated, but while the voices in her head began to fade, the sounds of the environment grew louder, something she was oddly grateful for. Yet this time, instead of the fighting, there was a door being slammed.

Another portal, and they repeated the same process again. Now, it was clear that a male voice was screaming, though the words were too muffled to understand.

Once more… She caught something from the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t quite make out what it was in the kid’s room.

Again, and this time, a clear image formed of a familiar silhouette of Puzzles leaving the room, walking straight through the crowd before vanishing into the shadows…That made her tense up a little, her mask eyes still shut.

One more time, and now an ominous trail of static liquid led to the room they kept entering again and again…SMG4 pushed open the door, and instead of a giant TV waiting for them…A much smaller one, stuffed into the body of a child.

The same static liquid was dripping from the screen, onto its shoulders and floor...

"So this is how you feel about your past, huh? How…Sad…You really had nothing good in your past, did you? For you to want to erase it and replace it with false memories. Yes… That would actually be wonderful, wouldn’t it? To erase all of yours mistakes." Lari slowly raised a hand, staring at it, while distant screams echoed inside her mind…Then she swiftly shook her head, making them stop.

"Meh, who wouldn’t want that, honestly-" Lari simply shrugged, speaking to herself inside her head. "I mean, I’m already sick of remembering the delicious slice of Red Velvet cake I dropped years ago because I turned around too fast…Aw, my poor cake- F for you." Her mask released a single black tear from one of her bottom eyes, which she dramatically wiped away with a finger.

Something tells you she's making that up...She stares at a wall for a moment.

"Hmmm…Now that I think about it, are we really that different? I mean…We both have our own rules in our respective dimensions. Our own thoughts about basically everything…And even…[Redacted]."

Hahahah…I can already imagine what you’d say if you knew "what I am." You would look at me with that annoying grin of yours and say, “You are nothing more than a HYPOCRITE.”

Lari glanced around…Observing everyone’s reactions. "After all this, will any of us try to stay in touch? I know I need to do something about that one." She turned toward the floating smile guy… Then let out a long sigh, briefly eyeing Marie. "…If she knows what I had done in my dimension… Would she still want to talk to me?" She stared for a while longer before shifting her focus back to the kid. "I doubt it…But i'm still owing her for everytime she saved me." She began counting on her fingers how many times Marie had defended her.

Suddenly, she snapped out of her thoughts, stopping mid-count when she saw the little Puzzles stir and back away…He was alive? In that state? Man, he had to be in so much pain right now.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…I’m SMG4.”

SMG4 said, kneeling down infront of him and offering a hand, the kid seemed to be very scared of them, but eventually reached forward, giving his hand a small shake, before quickly letting go again...She just stared at this.

“Nice to meet you too, dude...Look, me and my friends are trying to find a way out. Do you happen to know the way to Channel 999?”

The kid gived a quick nod then suddenly walked past them, grabbing the hand of the first person that was standing to the side, the leviathan, so she simply watched him pulling her along...The same fish didn't seemed very sure of that but allowed her to led by the kid who was now walking back into the hallway and opened another door.

It seemed very small at first but the more people entered, the more it seemed to expand...It remembered a bit of her house in her dimension, but it worked waaay differently that this, making her curiously look around...Noticing a saw lying on the floor right in front of another portal...She looked at it for a while...More screams echoing in her head as she forced herself to look away...Entering yet...Another portal.

"Why do you give up so easily?"

"I just can't keep up..."

"Or maybe it's because you prefer to choose the easiest option."

URGH- That was louder this time, a flash of a dark and white figure lurking in the shadows…Shit even here she was chasing her? Hah...That's so her.

But she quickly turned her focus to the now massive RTV, his TV head leaning on his hand as he eyed them with barely hidden contempt…The small squirrel, who she now learned was named "Nira"was standing next to the portal, her eyes flickering with static, a clear sign she was definitely not to be trusted.

“It took you a while, maybe even LONGER than the crew.”

RTV now drawled, his gaze briefly landing on SMG4 before shifting to the little version of himself, who immediately noticed and tried to hide behind Sci. A chuckle escaped RTV, though it seemed more hysterical than usual.

“Ah and OF COURSE you once again couldn’t help to stay away from things that don’t CONCERN you.”

He now straightened, hands placed next to the portal as the colorful maniacal smile now popped up on his screen.

“So…who’s ready for the FINALE?”

Everything turned upside down when people started attacking, Lari instantly shifted into her previous form, scanning for ways to handle the maniac despite her obvious disadvantage…What was here that could be used against him? She couldn't transform into her biggest's forms because she wasn't in her dimension, and to make matters worse, her magic got blocked, making a second option of transforming into something big go straight down into the pit.

She blinks a bit and look at her sides..."Hang on"...Whe began scanning the area quickly despite all the chaos.

"Marie?"

She spoke in a low voice, starting to grow restless as she frantically scanned her surroundings- oh shit shit SHIT-

Out of nowhere, a massive leviathan emerged, charging straight at RTV… She watched the enormous being wield its trident against the grinning idiot…But after a moment of admiration, she snapped back to her mission: finding Marie!

After weaving through some participants, she heard a sound that was oddly familiar… Quickly dropping to all fours and picking up her pace, she rushed behind a rock and caught sight of a gigantic white tail spinning downward before vanishing in a tunnel.

"Was that…THE G O A T?" Lari faintly heard the sound of something being destroyed beneath her, almost like a mini earthquake…It clearly was the dragon she was thinking.

Lari swiftly climbed the rocks just in time to see the big Leviathan being knocked down by RTV, only for an enormous albino dragon resembling a Whispering Death to erupt from the ground and bite into his arm, spinning him around before launching him into a rock formation.

"OH MY GAAAAWD-"

She putted both hands on her head, impressed by the action. If this wasn’t a life-or-death situation, she’d have loved to grab a chair, pop some popcorn, and watch from the sidelines…HOWEVER! She had to do something, anything that could help them. She stared at her own hands for a moment. "Maybe this will work, but it won’t do much."

She altered her form even further, taking on a more draconic appearance while pressing both hands to her mask, which seemed to merge into her body before vanishing. When she looked again, she was slightly taller than before, four white eyes with black pupils, and a nose of a snake, her entire body darkened to pitch black, her hair turning white, along with the three iconic dots below one pair of eyes…She steadied herself on the rock, preparing for a jump...

"Yolo."

With that, she leaped extremely high, she wished she could fly now, but that would probably be more of a hindrance at this moment. Landing on the ground, she bolted across the rocky terrain, closing in on the battling titans ahead…The whole scenario was almost hilarious, there were three massive beings clashing, and suddenly, a lizard decided to join the brawl…She climbed one of the rocks, opened her mouth, and fired a blast at him, striking his screen. He glanced at her momentarily, and she prepared another blast, only for his screen to absorb it…Oh, come on- SERIOUSLY? She jumped back down, sprinting toward them.

At least she was fast, that was a win in all this, wait a- RIGHT! She turned invisible as she darted behind the rocks…Weaving her way through and dodging scattered debris, including white spikes, she managed to reach RTV, leaping onto his leg and swiftly climbing upward, her claws sinking into the fabric as she spiraled her way toward his torso. Upon reaching it, she jumped onto his functional arm, extending her sharp fangs outward and biting into the rigid metal…However, this instantly made her visible again, her body reappearing as she attempted to inflict some damage on him, her tail trying to coil around his arm. She didn’t notice his hand reaching in, and gripping her torso firmly before tearing her off his arm, some small teeth left lodged in it due to the speed… She quickly regenerated them while looking up at him.

"You SOMEHOW are more FOOLISH than the other one."

"HISSSSSSSSS!"

Lari showed her fangs at him as her stinger attempted to pierce his arm, making him glance at her with an expression of sheer disgust.

"Disgusting."

Then he began to squeeze her, bone cracking sounds were heard, causing her to scream and struggle as blood spilled from her mouth. Her head drooped for a moment, fighting to breathe and loosen herself from his grip…Until she slowly lifted her head again, speaking in a sharp, aggressive voice, staring him while blood still dripped from her mouth.

"Go...To hell."

"This isn’t the first time I hear that...Now do me a favor and PERISH!"

And with that his hand moved back just to throw her with everything towards the rocks… She flew for a while, not being able to look back until she heard another huge crack, colliding with a rock as she rolled to the ground…More blood falling from her mouth as her back was broken, shit… She tried to get up, only to tremble and fail miserably, her body struggling to regenerate, she was running out of power to be able to keep do it…

"Was...really that all I was able...to do?" She mumbled while coughing more blood..."Hah...How pathetic...I guess i really shouldn't have tried anything." Her eyes slowly started to close...filling her vision with nothing but the pitch black.

"Choosing the easiest path again?"

Lari opened her eyes again…Only to find a dark silhouette watching her, the countless white eyes with pupils that seemed to pierce through them, staring at her fixedly…She didn't seem to be in the void of the Puzzles dimension now, but in another void.

"I-....I- c-can't do much."

"This is not a excuse."

The creature hissed at her, Lari only looked at it defeated...Making it roll it's numberous eyes and said coldly.

"So this is it huh? What about Marie and SMG4 huh? Are you really willing to let them get hurt, after you was all proud and excited on the earliers fights? Are you willing to let them die because you wasn't strong enough to get up?"

That got a reaction on Lari, making her struggle a bit while slowly beginning to move her arms and legs to get up.

"no-"

"THEN GET UP AND FIGHT! USE ALL THAT POWER YOU STILL HAVE AND DO SOMETHING UNTIL YOU ARE NO LONGER CAPABLE OF DOING ANYTHING ELSE!!! AND IF YOU DIE- at least you will die as a fighter."

She gritted her teeth as her regeneration slowly worked to heal her. Gradually, she pushed herself up on all fours, wobbling slightly, her vision shifting from complete darkness back to the void of the TV dimension, her tail struggled to support her as she leaned against the rock beside her…Her breathing was heavy, every inhale requiring force to keep herself standing. Huffing, with caused to smoke come out of her various nostrils at once, she sharpened her gaze back at the silhouette before her, which gave a wide grin.

"Now we are talking! NOW GO THERE AND HELP THE OTHERS!"

"AYE AYE [Redacted]!"

Lari was now fully healed, though she realized she wouldn’t be able to keep doing this for much longer, it was draining too much of her energy. She then started walking toward the battling titans…But before she moved forward, she stopped and looked back. The creature was no longer there. She gave a soft smile and continued, determined to do something to stop the TV maniac…But what could she do? Most of her attacks were useless…UNLESS INSTEAD OF FIGHTING HIM, SHE ACTED AS A DISTRACTION!! THAT COULD WORK!

(Theme inside her head)

Lari sprinted forward like a wild creature toward them, but quickly changed her path to dart behind the rocks, turning invisible so he wouldn’t notice her, suddenly she halted when she spotted an oddly small stalagmite yet large enough for her to carry with her tail like a club. Opening her mouth, she fired at its base, breaking it free from the ground and coiling her tail around the thinner part. She then returned running, watching the giants battle as she maneuvered behind them, climbing a high rock formation and preparing for a jump…Reappearing from view.

She was behind RTV, now all she had to do was- JUMP- launching herself high and rolling slightly, still gripping the stalagmite with her tail while spinning to gain more speed, she started to descended rapidly and-

BONK!

She smacked him hard with the stalagmite, making him to turn quickly and see her falling infront of him, she gave a timid wave as he attempted to grab her, only for her to vanish, his grip missing her by an inch.

As soon as she hit the ground, she make way toward another tall formation… Reappearing and deciding to poke the bear with a short stick.

"HA! YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!~"

The weird little black and white lizard grinned with excitement while taunting RTV, who turned toward her, part of his screen glitched.

"Tch- like if I want to waste my time in capturing a vermin."

"Okay, he took the bait- time to annoy him a little." She thought.

"Uhum right...like you definitely didn’t wasted a LOT of that just attempting to capture a certain blue guy, a rat and even a kid- and still FAILED!!! What silly me to think you had any chances in catching me~"

She gived a little flick in her own head with one claw, while her tail started wagging to one side and another teasingly.

"Because obviously you can't do that even in your own dimension...do you really need yours guards for everything? Damn you're pathetic- have you considered training? It may help that lack of skills-"

RTV seemed to tilt his eyes and she almost sure she hitted a nerve, making her give him a long smug smile, however that same smile quickly dropped when RTV started running towards her.

"It was at this moment she knew...She fucked up."

Desperately she whipped around to run and nearly slipped off the rocks, hearing rapid footsteps closing in on her.

"NOW YOU COME HERE PEST!"

She quickly glanced back, realizing not only had he obliterated the rock she was standing on, but he was also showing that terrifying expression and closing the gap at an alarming speed…Making her let out a seagull meme scream before running even faster.

"fuck Fuck FUCK FUCK- I DIDN’T ACTUALLY EXPECTED HIM TO GET THAT MAD!-" She heard a massive stomp, momentarily lifting her off the ground before she barely managed to land again and barely dodged a kick.

Apparently, the more she dodged him, the angrier he gets, because she was almost sure his speed was increasing by the second.

"OK [Redacted] TIME TO LOCK IN, ONE MORE TIME!! PLEASE, THAT I HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY AND POWER TO DISTRACT HIM UNTIL THE OTHERS GET THEMSELVES READY!!" With that, she kept running, catching a glimpse with her back eyes that he was preparing up another strike…Instinctively, she turned invisible to avoid the hit, and he appeared to slow down, looking at his surroundings irritably…Time to play tag.

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@rtv-puzzlevision-studios

Ok that got WAAAAAAAAAAY too long lmao-

I was planning in making drawings, but sadly my laziness attacked and you know- (I'll prob draw them later in a better way)

@fenicearts420 ... Don't die Deadly noodle.

Victims: @leirom71000 @niranutcake @grinnames @lrayasostripes @purpdrawsthings @scimagic @alelathedragon @theclosetcreature @change-name-later @purplehairball

- She’s going to keep running in a direction away from the others, turning invisible every time he gets too close or prepares a hit.

- She surprisingly can keep up with RTV in terms of speed, but he’ll definitely outpace her eventually, because she’s smaller, meaning she has to dodge more obstacles while he charges straight through them, forcing her to stay invisible to avoid him.

- If someone else takes the lead and attacks him, she may climb or join in for a few strikes, but most will be fire blasts since claws, punches, kicks, bites, and tail strikes won’t deal any damage.

- If she realizes she’s not being much help, she’ll retreat back to SMG4 and the others…Staying on guard to protect them in case of danger.

(If you want feel free to use those lol)

Phrases she can say if he miss:

"MISS ME~"

"Are you even trying buddy?"

"DAMN! YOU REALLY SUCK!"

"Is this really all the power those 5 stars gives you? Jeez- what a wasted time."

Phrases she can say to get his attention if he loses sight of her:

"HEY LAMPPOST! I'M RIGHT HEREEE!"

"SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!!! You know what i said? YOU SLOW AS F#CK!!!"

"SCREEEEEEEEEEE-" *Creature noises*

"Cough cough- Hiiii RTV!~"

[iamumbra195]

Ashlyn Spider-woman AUs are genuinely so funny because this girl would hate it so much.

She already has to deal with sensitive hearing now she has to worry about super strength, spider senses and sticky hands that only relax when she's calm which is like never because how on Earth is she supposed to calm down when she can punch through walls without breaking her arms and can practically sense everything within a mile-radius?!

The sensory overload would be painful as hell too.

If it was set in the canon universe, I think she'd tell her parents and they would all work together to figure out her powers. They'd probably use all the junk in the bus graveyard to gauge how much she could carry and how strong she was overall.

Over time, she'd probably get used to her powers, maybe even find some of them fun. Sticking to the ceiling and just chilling there for hours without all the blood rushing to her head was kinda nice and seeing her dad's reaction to her sticking to the ceiling for the first was entertaining. Plus, the powers made her even more flexible and she's into ballet. This girl would love being able to jump super high.

But she only really uses her powers at home where she feels like she doesn't need to hide it anymore. I don't think she'd feel the need to ever become a spider-woman. They'd managed just fine without her before and Alto was a pretty boring town. She wasn't a superhero anyway. I don't think her parents would ever want her to put herself in danger like that either. Plus, they don't their daughter to get attention from any unsavoury people or the government. They were both in the military after all. They knew how corrupt and messed up the government could be and they didn't want Ashlyn anywhere near it.

But then the new school year starts and there's a weird new kid that makes her senses prickle with unease. In fact, almost everything about her first day back at school makes her uneasy. The new kid. The shoe that almost took her head off. The new teacher. The field trip. The new kid.

Aiden just won't leave her alone and it was irritating. He was loud and talked too much as well. Still, her dad wanted her to give it a shot and it couldn't be that bad. It was just a field trip, she'd been to plenty of those.

Although the last field trip she went on was the reason she ended up with her superpowers... She really didn't want to go. Especially with Aiden constantly pestering her about it. Agreeing to go felt like losing. Urgh.

She ends up going and at first, it's not bad. All until a woman offers to give them a free tour of a 'haunted' house. Ashlyn doesn't want to go. Something about the whole situation was making her uneasy. But the others all wanted to go so she went with them. The uneasy feeling along with the phantom noises that kept getting louder made it even worse, sweat collecting in her palms and the urge to flee only getting stronger.

So when she sees that creature and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, she doesn't catch her reaction fast enough, hastily taking a few steps back.

"Ash?" Aiden said and there was a hint of concern in his voice. The others were all staring at her with varying looks on their faces, from concern to irritation. It wasn't real. She needed to calm down. It was just a hallucination. It wasn't real. It wasn't real.

But what if it was, the paranoid voice in her mind whispered. She had superpowers, who's to say that demons or ghosts couldn't be real?

She shook the thought away, tearing her eyes away from the creature and taking a deep breath before turning back to her classmates. She was being ridiculous. "Sorry, I thought I saw some-"

She was paralyzed in place when she saw them staring past her with terrified expressions, senses blaring with warning as a cold, slippery hand wrapped around her arm.

It was real.

And it was right behind her.

[taatsums]

Raito Kitakata SR - Authentic Vampire: Vampires and Ramen With No Garlic

Part 1

📍 Shopping Mall

Raito: Well then…

Raito: Where should we start? Each and every shop is filled to the brim with Halloween merchandise!

Tao: Looks like you’re having fun, Raito-san.

Raito: Yeah, Halloween costumes are nothing to scoff at, after all. While everyone is dressed up as monsters, the “real monsters” pretending to be human sneak in…

Raito: It’s my annual chance to encounter the unknown, which is why I couldn’t hold my excitement back when I heard that costumes will be mandatory for this year’s HAMA Tours Halloween Party.

Tao: Woah!? You’re way more fired up than I thought…

Tao: Have you decided what you’re going to wear?

Raito: That’s where I’m struggling. A werewolf that changes his form is as Halloween as you can get, but I can’t just ignore the potential of the miserable monster, Frankenstein.

Raito: On top of those, there’s also the option of a mummy, and the romance of resurrection… Hmmm, I must make sure I don’t regret my choice down the line.

Little boy: Big bro! I wanna wear this!

Tao: Huh…

Reliable boy: A vampire, huh? Sure thing, but isn’t that a little cliché?

Little boy: But the cape is so cool! And sucking blood sounds kinda epic!

Reliable boy: Hmmm, let’s go with that, then!

Tao: … That’s kinda sweet.

Raito: … Yeah. I used to talk with Nayuki about Halloween monsters like that too.

Raito: Back then, he used to happily indulge anything I’d say, but now… I feel like he’s keeping his distance more than usual.

Tao: (I mean, I can kinda see why.)

Raito: But Nayuki also used to think vampires were cool when we were kids…

Raito: Alright, I’ve decided. I’ll dress up as a vampire this year!

Tao: Huh… Are you sure? Like those kids said, that’s a bit of a clichéd option.

Raito: Heh, the more cliché a monster seems, the more profound it actually is.

Raito: So, this time I will act as a perfect vampire, and give everyone a scare, the “real ones” included!

Tao: You’ll act as the perfect vampire…

Tao: … Is that what Halloween parties are like?

Part 2

📍 HAMA House, Monkey room

Raito: Okay… That should do it.

Raito: All that’s left is to figure out what to do with this…

[Door opening]

Tao: Excuse me, Raito-san. I just wanted to confirm something about the Halloween Party–

Tao: Wh-What are all these cardboard boxes here for!? Are you moving out!?

Raito: Oh, Tao. Good timing.

Raito: I’m sorry to ask this of you, but could you hold onto this package until Halloween is over?

Tao: “This package” being…

Tao: … This box full of rosaries, chalices, and other sinister-looking things…?

Raito: They’re not sinister. If anything, they’re sacred. Everything in this box is things vampires are weak to.

Raito: But, as I’m about to become a vampire myself… I can’t sleep with things like these at my bedside.

Tao: … Is this part of the “acting as the perfect vampire” thing you were talking about when we went shopping?

Raito: Yeah, I want to give everyone a scare during the party, after all. You’re the only one I can ask this of… Please!

Tao: As long as all I gotta do is hold onto them, I don’t really mind…

Tao: Oh, but now that I think about it, vampires also don’t like garlic, right?

Tao: If you’re going this far, you won’t be able to eat that garlic miso ramen you’ve been hooked on lately…

Raito: Urgh…! Y-You’re right…! That was an oversight on my part…!

Raito: My body has become conditioned to me eating that ramen three times a week, what do I do…!

Tao: I’d say it’s best to quit doing that so you can stay healthy…

Tao: Oh. That reminds me, Chihiro said something about eating some eye-catching flavorful ramen the other day.

Tao: Pretty sure it had no garlic too.

Raito: What!? Does such a thing exist!?

Tao: Yes. While it may not pack the same punch as the garlic, it seems it has plenty of flavor from the back fat, so how about trying that instead?

Tao: And its soup is bright red for some reason. Kinda makes it sound like something a vampire would drink, right?

Raito: …! That’s the place that recently opened that I was looking into. That certainly sounds like the perfect ramen for me right now!

Raito: Thank you, Tao. I’ll go give it a try for dinner today.

Tao: Okay. Please let me know if it’s any good.

📍 HAMA House, Rooster room

Tao: I’m back— woah.

Tao: (… It’s been a few days, but I just can’t get used to Raito-san’s occult stuff in this room…)

Tao: (Actually, what even happened with that ramen I told him about? He hasn’t told me anything about it.)

Chihiro: Oh, TaoTao, listen to this!

Chihiro: Y’know that shop I told you about the other day? The one with the bright red soup!

Chihiro: There’s a vid featuring the shop called “A vampire ACTUALLY showed up!? (NOT CLICKBAIT)” that’s going super viral!

Tao: Huh…

Chihiro: It looks like real blood, and Halloween’s coming up, so maybe a vampire really did go there to have some!

Tao: Ha… haha, maybe…

Tao: (… Don't tell me.)

[kfkr1ze]

AMAKARAKU @ U-40α has New Releases! - Chapter 4

Characters — ✈︎ Ushio, Kiroku, Akuta, Muneuji, Nanaki

SFX: BOOOOOM

Location: HAMA Tours Meeting Room

Akuta: OOHH～…! PatiBato also had a school that’s gonna explode huh～～～!

Nanaki: This is a story though.

Muneuji: Isotake and Nanamegi, is this your first time reading PatiBato?

Nanaki: I’m not really much for shounen manga.

Akuta: I’m more a fan of anime I guess～? Uummm, where did I leave off at…

Kiroku: ……………………

Ushio: …Buddha Statue. Why are these guys here when I only called for you? Don’t tell me you spilled?

Kiroku: Eh, ah… I…

Akuta: Ah! That’s right. This part is the beginning! For this anime season, my uncle is one of the main artists for it.

Ushio: Uahhh.

Muneuji: Now that you mention it, this came up on the day we moved in, did it not? It turns out, Isotake’s uncle is an animator.

Akuta: Recently, he’s been in the director position for the most part.

Ushio: I-I didn’t hear anything about this though!?

(A relative he’s related to…?? I-I’ll ask for the specifics later…)

But, that’s not the point!

Why are you all gathered here like this? Buddha Statue. You better start explaining clearly, got it?

Kiroku: Uh, um…

Akuta: About that, that was just me looking for scraps! I was there to witness Kiroku holding a manga and I was like, “What’s that!?”and that’s the world of this truth!

Muneuji: Isotake, you flipped “truth” and “world”.

Akuta: And then, and then, I pressed him about it, and he said that he borrowed it from Ushio because he’s helping him make a doujinshi!?

Nanaki: So, I ended up doing some research, and I found out there is a convention… I think? where people bring their own doujinshi to sell to other fans. It’s like a party or something… well, more like a festival.

Akuta: And if there’s something that looks that fun, there’s no way I could ignore that! And if it’s like a festival, participation is a must!

Nanaki: And now that Akuta’s gotten like this, well… I guess I’m just joining for the ride now. 

Muneuji: I was also recruited by Isotake as I was passing by.

Ushio: Haah, is that so…

Kiroku: Was I… not supposed… to talk about…it…?

Ushio: Well, obviously? It’s a waste for these newbies to be blessed with such a good story.

…Well, this time, it wasn’t a book about a ship, so it’s better for this to be their intro…

Kiroku: ? I’m… sor…ry…

Akuta: Huh? What kinda ship!?

Nanaki: In the first place, we’re the ones who were questioning Kiroku in the first place. He was just answering us, so it’d be wrong to blame him for that.

Muneuji: Indeed, it’s just as Nanamegi says. Also, I’m unsure what you were thinking, but it’s strange for you to do something like this without consulting me first, Uu-chan.

Ushio: ……

(There’s no way I can take this job without these guys…)

…Fine. But, you were the ones who were poking their noses in other people’s business, so I’m taking that as your agreement to be my assets.

Muneuji ＆ Akuta ＆ Nanaki: Got it!

Ushio: Okay, so the gist of it is…

Aah……

All 4: ?

Ushio: The truth is, I actually like manga….

Muneuji: I’m aware.

Ushio: Well, of course Muu-chan knows.

Akuta: Yeah, me too.

Ushio: Hah?

Kiroku: Me…too…

Ushio: Eh…

Nanaki: Well, I more or less knew.

Ushio: Urgh…

Akuta: ‘Cuz you’re always reading Dive on the balcony.

Nanaki: I’ve seen you around some bookstores before too.

Ushio: Ghghhg.hh……

Muneuji: What’s the matter? Please continue speaking.

Ushio: …It took a lot to expose myself as an otaku like that y’know.

Kiroku: Is…that… so…?

(So talking about things like this means the same to Kurama as introducing Nanamegi to my “friends” in Kanazawa…)

Nanaki: Ah, so that’s where your interest in baking comes from?

Muneuji: Indeed. Uu-chan’s love for sweets began once his love for PatiBato started.

Ushio: Well… I guess you can say making a doujinshi is like an extension of that.

At this Winter’s Comic Paradise… At the ComiPara, is where I plan on… dropping a new book I wrote for a… character called Reito.

Kiroku: Kurama… You know how… to write novels…?

Ushio: No, I’m a newbie at it. Got a problem with that?

Akuta: SERIOUSLY!? So in other words, you’re going all in on this once in a life challenge!? Are we gonna witness the birth of a Literature God?

Ushio: I’m not really trying to be a whole author, it’s just…

When I was reading PatiBato’s arc recently, I just started thinking about a lotta stuff. I thought a good way to sort my head would be to dump it all into a doujinshi.

(Well if I’m being honest, I haven’t fully worked out the details of it yet… I’m just speculating on what Reito’s intentions are in the Take Back the School Arc. But if I were Reito…)

(If I could think like that… then I could understand him better.)

(This is probably what Sanseiu-sensei meant by “Drawing everything I want to convey in a book”)

Muneuji: So you’ve decided to assert those heartfelt feelings into a book.

Nanaki: I get you. Sometimes I get the urge to just channel everything I’m feeling into a creative outlet.

Kiroku: So you… want me to draw… the drawings… for your novel?

Ushio: No, I want you to draw the cover.

Kiroku: The… cover…!?

Akuta: Yo, you got another big break right after the Kanazawa collab!? You’re just getting offers left and right! Congrats Kiroku!

Nanaki: The cover like, represents the whole novel, so it’s only natural you’d want Kiroku to do it.

Muneuji: Indeed. I’m sure we will see great results this time around as well.

Akuta: Ah! Then theenn, I can help Kiroku come up with the formatting of the title ‘n stuff for the cover! When I was looking it up, I saw that that kinda stuff is pretty important for doujinshis.

Kiroku: Ah… um.

(Before I knew it, I already got picked as the artist…)

(But, Kurama is counting on me, and Isotake also seems pretty stoked for it as well…)

……

Ushio: What?

Kiroku: …I’ll…

I’ll give it… a shot… 

Ushio: Thanks then.

Muneuji: Then, how about Nanamegi and I help out with behind the scenes things like providing food and the like?

Nanaki: Yeah, if it’s something like that, I can help for sure.

Ushio: By the way, I do plan on providing the funds for everything and compensating you. I’ve been getting some income through my part time job. 

Muneuji: Are you talking about that part time modeling job that Nishizono-san introduced you to?

Ushio: Yeah, that one.

And I’m saying this ‘cuz you need to keep it in mind.

Things like fan creations are always gonna be in a gray area when it comes to copyright infringement. The only reason they exist is because the creator and official companies deliberately overlook it.

So whether you’re a consumer or a vendor, if you’re involved in any way, you should read the whole series from volume 1. It’s out of respect to the author. That’s bare minimum in fandom etiquette.

All 4: Okaaay.

Akuta: Alrighty, in that caseeeee! 

Akuta: This is where our “Project: Aiming for Ushio’s ComiPara Debut”, or “Project: C” arc begins!

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[daisypreaker]

I need more of the rockstar!aegon Au, i'm literally going crazy thinking of it. How do you think aegons and aemonds relationship would be? Like maybe they sort of befriend amara (or aegon forces everyone to take her with them) and aemond and her somehow end up flirting the whole time but aemond doesn’t know aegon likes her? But personally I feel like aemond would know about aegons crush and think its soo funny that amara likes him and not aegon, to the point where thats the only reason he would date her, to make aegon jealous of what he has lol. Would it even be possible for amaras dream to come true or would aegon just straight up not let them get near eachoter?

JSHDJKKJDHKD I love it when someone brings up an AU, and then I add onto it and it turns into a domino effect. But honestly? This one was WILDLY addictive (and if you were the anon who brought it up, well done).

So because I've been feeling Aemond quite a bit more recently, I'm going to have Amara fully be in lust with him. The grinding onstage with Aegon is over, and he's like *flashes his best charming smile* so do you wanna grab a drink - and she just dreamily drifts off, hand pulling from his, ZEROED IN on his brother.

Aemond in this AU is kind of reserved in comparison to Aegon who will sleep with absolutely anyone under the sun (and is good at it - he claims he's a sex addict, but the others think he just does too much coke, has too much energy, and sex is the easiest way to work it off).

Aemond knows immediately his brother wants to literally split this girl open and turn her world upside down, so he's like sure whatever go for it because most girls tend to be attracted to Aegon's charisma straight off the bat. So Aegon invites Amara and her friends (Mirian and Gwen bc OFC) out with the band, and Aemond watches her do that thing where she blank-smiles Aegon and nods distractedly, but then shifts over to sit next to Aemond and wants to know more about him. Aegon gets progressively drunker, and more annoyed, and ends up trashing the bar with his buddies because it's "fun" and it's "what rockstars do so who cares, Rhaenyra will handle it" and Aemond is very aware what getting it on with Amara will do in the long run to the band, but he's kind of sick of touring at this point so he's like...fuck it.

He and Amara sleep together soon after, because she's joining them on tour as a not groupie but everyone knows she's Aemond's groupie only and there may as well be a huge NO ENTRY sign flashing over her head. She's there for him only, and she's starting to get smitten a lil bit. She has a sense he may be into a lady named Alys Rivers who's an executive at their record label, but with the optimism of youth, is like I can make him forget her. Because it genuinely seems like she might. The sex is amazing, she makes him laugh, his eyes begin to genuinely light up when he sees her enter a room, and all signs point to them turning into a relationship.

Aegon gets over it for the time being, because he's rolling through so many women at this point, it's like urgh whatever, she's not that hot anyway (he says, whilst crying into his pillow each night).

OKAY I rambled too long, but ummmmmmmmmmmm if you have more thoughts please hit me with 'em (because in this AU, Amara does end up with Aegon so......hehehe)

[typewriter83]

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(this is so big I won't mind if you take too damn long to respond❤️ I understand you)

KDJDKSKKD WHAT? THAT'S SUCH A GOOD FUCKING PLOT OMG. I WOULD READ THAT EVEN WITH ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

(but fuck yeah I agree, ellie would be such a good punk singer. Kind of emo girlie even. Have you checked maggie linderman? Her song"different" would kind of be something ellie would totally sing if she was a singer).

and omg I can see the vibes of the concept you're cooking in here. I can totally see both of them as "singers that got bad reputation for something" (🗣️I don't know what ellie did but I'm on her side🗣️), specially joel. On this, I can totally imagine that things to joel could have started to get bad in his life after he lost sarah in this universe too. And honestly sometimes paparazzi and interviewers can be so insensitive that it would be so joel to get his bad reputation also after fighting with so many of these people in the past if they asked about his past. Also, I would die to find what would their dynamic would be as singers if that story happened. Maybe when they start working together, their personalities can crush a bit because joel he was always used to being the lead singer in his band, giving orders and deciding things, but when he tries that with ellie thinking she would just listen, he soon finds out she has strong personality, doesn't really like to obbey and has a sense of criticism and leadership as much as him. Or maybe Joel has this boomer thought where he thinks this new generation of musicians are all amateurs and not good enough, and ellie is determined to make him realize he's wrong. But I can also see their personalities bonding so much when they really start to work on their album.

Omg have you listened to "exile" by taylor swift and Bon Iver? That would be so them coded wtf, I could totally picture them singing it wtfffffff (and bon iver's voice is so sexy and deep it reminds me of joel's👹)

So many things is reminding me of this concept you came up with actually. On the slutty side for example, there's this the weeknd song where he sings "we had sex on the studio" and well..👹that would be a scene worth reading sjjsjsj. On the soft side, there was this video on ig where a girl from a band was playing guitar and singing but her guitar's strap fell and she had to hold it, but her drummer came to rescue, fixed for her and he stroked her hair before going back and everyone in the audience was like "awww" and I WISH I COULD FIND THIS VIDEO AGAIN because that would be so them. Imagine if joel did this on a tour, but instead of stroking her hair he kisses her forehead😭 imagine if they also sing some songs looking at eachother like they're talking in form of music, like it's just them on the stage, OR OR if ellie convinces joel to be more in touch with being online, and his first few posts on social media is hanging out with her or posting a picture of her being distracted, and ellie gets all soft because how can she explain to this old man he's basically being her fan account😭? And oh my god Joel is a guardog in every fic, imagine if a paparazzi crosses some boundery with ellie and joel does something about it, but she contains him from doing more because he could get in trouble with media for it. Urgh I can totally see the controversy they would be, though. A lot of people would ship them but it could also get a bad reputation for joel for other reasons.

Hello nonnie cub - is this Miss Undercover or do we have another cub in our den who loves analyzing our fandom. Either way, I’m here for it!

First of all, thank you. I’m rather fond of that story - it’s about 35-40k in length right now. I have lots of ideas for it, but pulling it together has proven difficult when there are two stubborn fictional characters constantly screaming for attention - they know who they are and they need to sit down. 😏

If I were to write this in the TLOU universe, Joel would be on the far side of middle age, approaching or over 50, with a drinking problem, but trying to get sober. He’s been known to get aggressive with paparazzi. Ellie would be a punk rock princess with a serious attitude problem - the label won’t drop her because she’s so fucking talented, writes her own music, has been plucking guitars since she was a child - but she goes through producers like tissues and she’s had more lawsuits filed against her for assaulting paparazzi than the studio cares to acknowledge.

Their dynamic would be volatile at first - he can’t stand her music, thinks she’s too loud and chaotic. He’s more laidback, classic rock style, and Ellie calls him an old man - while she follows him around like a lost puppy. He’s gruff and mean, but he gives it to her straight, he doesn’t push her away like everyone else does - she sticks like glue.

I think Ellie would torment him with social media - especially old school instagram, trying to make photos artistic and flattering. She takes lots of photos of him hidden in shadows, dramatic and striking and he grumbles a lot but doesn’t ask for her to take them down. She starts taking selfies of them together - which of course ignites all sorts of speculation and paparazzi problems. Imagine Joel pushing them aside while they get in Ellie’s face. Ellie’s got fists swinging and eventually Joel grabs her and pops her feisty ass over his shoulder - lots of photos of her screaming as he carries her off.

Haha, stop. I have 3 stories going at once. I don’t know if or when I’ll ever sit down and revisit this original story. But this was fun

🫶🏻

[overclockedopossum]

Urgh...

So this works for stuff like "I don't know how to bake a loaf of bread" because sure, you can just look up "how to bake a loaf of bread".

What it doesn't work for is stuff like "I have never heard of starlight tours" because that's not what a person who has never heard of starlight tours would say, what they'd say is "..." because they're unaware of a concept of "starlight tours" to have never heard of.

You can only independently research things that you know are there to research.

There is a wealth of information out there that's remarkably easy to access but we as humans, as social creatures, still need one another to know where to start.

[onceuponaswanqueen]

Favorite fics I read in February

Here's my top ten fics I read in february in order of when I read it:

A Stained-Glass Variation of the truth (suki/eve, eastenders) by youmakemefeelstill

After witnessing an incident at the Minute Mart, Honey comes to an unexpected realisation about her former friend and a certain ex-solicitor.

Sukeve is my new hyperfixation, but I only picked one fic for this rec list and it's this one, because Honey & Suki are so important, and this fic was so wonderful, also I'm a sucker for a good outsider POV.

2. The Tough Get Going (out of town) (wesley/lilah, ats) by thinlizzy2

In the aftermath of the Beast's attack, Wesley and Lilah decide to get as far away from Los Angeles as possible. That decision has consequences that change things for them, those they left behind and possibly the whole world.

This is possibily one of the best things I have ever read. It fits canon perfectly, it fits these characters perfectly. And it's just a gooddamn marvel of a fic.

3. a game of two halves (jess/jules, bend it like beckham) by partypaprika

Jess and Jules may be professional football players, but they're still working some things out...

Look, we all know these two were madly in love, and this fic is such a good getting together fic for them. the characterization is spot on, especially of jess and how much extra she has to work through. i love it.

4. what you see is what you get (if you're looking hard enough) (the mentalist, gen) by sixthlight

Patrick Jane is only human.

This is a fucking fantastic steampunk AU, that just has to be read. It works wonderful in canon and it's a thrill from beginning to end.

5. on my way now (juliette/avery, nashville) by thisjoyandi

Juliette, Avery, and finding their way back to one another. 'I miss him so much. When I was on tour, sometimes I’d wake up thinking he was beside me, and I’d be devastated when I realised he wasn’t.'

The reunion we deserved. This covers the period that Juliette is in rehab after her suicide attempt, and it's such a good character study of juliette, and i love the way she heals in this, and the way she deals with her trauma, it's really beautiful.

6. friday, i'm in love (lizzie/darcy, the lizzie bennet diaries)

“What’s the difference between gossip and rumors?” Emma asks on the first day. “Rumors are almost always false,” Lizzie explains. “Gossip almost always makes them true.” William Darcy starts as a rumor. The one where they're high school teachers.

Brilliant. Hilarious. Wonderful.

7. there goes the last great european dynasty (edwina/friedrich, bridgerton/queen charlotte) by apinchofm

An unmarried Diamond would not do and luckily for Queen Charlotte, she has an available nephew and a young woman jaded by London society

The love story Edwina deserved. This is such a good fic, and I love it so much.

8. fuck it, i don't care what they say (would you rather be straight?) (isobel character study, fbi) by dxringred

She’s 19 when she first kisses a girl.

fucking brilliant character study of isobel as a lesbian, that fits pretty well into canon (at least till around s5, early 6 as that is as far as i have gotten on fbi), but it's so good. just urgh, brilliant work.

9. the things we do deserve their rightful names (jess/rory, gilmore girls)

rory finds jess interesting, but there's no time to process that when she still has so much to do before starting yale. | literati!yale au

fucking fantastic yale au, beautiful, wonderful, works so well for them. the friendship between lane & jess is also pure gold in this. also this gives lane the life she deserved as well.

10. there are worse games to play (peeta/katniss, the hunger games) by belmione

"In this moment I'm not sure how I've said no to him for fifteen years. Peeta Mellark hasn't smiled like that since the day on the rooftop of the Training Center before the Quarter Quell." My take on Katniss's decision to have children with Peeta.

This one is abandoned, but ends up at a pretty satisfying point, it's a wonderful story and it deals with trauma so wonderfully, there is a lot of child birth in this one though, so if that triggers you or you rather not, this is one to avoid.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ruggie Bucchi Outdoor Wear Personal Story: Part 2

"Come play magical shift!"

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Exterior Hallway]

Ruggie: Hey, you guys, where're you looking to go?

Heartslabyul Student B: Eh, who are you? Do we know him?

Octavinelle Student A: No… I've never seen him before…

Ruggie: Aah, sorry, did I startle you guys? I'm a second year in Savanaclaw, Ruggie Bucchi.

Ruggie: Looked like you guys were in a bit of a jam, and I couldn't just leave you hanging!

Octavinelle Student A: Oh, so you're one of our upperclassmen.

Heartslabyul Student B: We're wanting to go check out the athletic clubs, but we don't know where to start…

Ruggie: I feel you! I had a hard time findin’ my way last year too～ Here, to get to the sports field, you wanna take the second right...

Ruggie: Oh, but me just giving you directions probably won't help, huh! If you want, I can show you around to all the sports clubs!

Heartslabyul Student B: Wow, how lucky are we to run into such a nice guy! Are you sure you're okay with us taking you up on your offer?

Savanaclaw Student C: Did you hear that just now? Sounds like he can show us around the sports clubs.

Diasomnia Student D: Let's take advantage of the opportunity too.

???: Apparently, he'll take us to check out the sports clubs, Jack-kun...

Epel: We don't really know where the clubs are, so… It might be good if he could show us around too, you think?

Jack: Don't really wanna be a part of a pack, but… I guess it might be a better choice than trying to find my way alone.

[rabble, rabble…]

Ruggie: If there's any other first years that're interested, feel free to join us! Let's all check out the clubs together.

Everyone: Thank you!

Ruggie: Wow, they all took the bait. …More came than I expected.

Ruggie: Alright, let's begin the tour of the clubs! Please make sure you stick close to me!

[Sports Field]

Silver: Next, I'll jump over that obstacle over there. Hup!

Ruggie: Maaan… Silver's so dashin' the way he gallops on that horse. Now, that is art～!

Ruggie: It might look like all they're doin' is just sittin' on a horse with great posture, but it takes all your body's strength to ride a horse properly.

Ruggie: If you join the equestrian club, you'll be able to train your core and other muscles you don't normally use!

Sebek: Hey, you humans over there!

Sebek: You've been yapping noisily for a while now! You're making our horses lose concentration. Leave!

Savanaclaw Student C: Ahn? What's with that arrogant tone? You wanna go?

Sebek: Did you not hear me tell you to leave? If I have to, I'll use magic to make you leave…!

???: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!

Sebek: Wh-What is this collar! Urgh, I can't take it off!

Everyone: Eh, a collar!? What is that!?

 [mutter, mutter]

Riddle: Even if you are a new member of the club, now that your application has been accepted, I will not tolerate any kind of behavior that will impugn the dignity of the equestrian club.

Riddle: What a good opportunity. Sebek, I shall teach you the proper way to behave yourself around non-Diasomnia students.

Ruggie: That one who just appeared is the second-year, Riddle-kun. He's the Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul, and the top student in his year.

Ruggie: If you join his club, he'll teach you riding skills and also drill a tonnn of etiquette into your skull.

Ruggie: …Well, if you break any rules, there might be a little bit of corrective and disciplinary action.

Octavinelle Student A: A-A little bit?! There's a limit to how strict someone can be!

Diasomnia Student D: Yeah, I don't wanna be collared if I disobey him!

Ruggie: Okaaay. Then, let's move on to the next one!

[Gymnasium]

Jamil: Your left side's completely open!

Diasomnia Student D: That guy just slipped through a three-man defense so easily. His crossover dribbling is insane!

Ruggie: [whistles!] Jamil-kun, you're so cool～～! If this was a real match, I bet there'd be a huge round of cheers about now.

Ruggie: Basketball is basically a sport where every player attacks and every player defends. The best part is that each position has its own important role to play.

Ruggie: However, our basketball team has…

???: Don't be unreasonable!

Ace: There's no way I can take a pass as fast as a bullet like that! I've only just recently joined the club, you know!?

Floyd: Hah? Who cares about that? Just build up your body and do somethin' about it.

Floyd: If you really want, I'll help you with your passes.

Ace: Urgh, he threw it again! Stop, I give up! I don't wanna be covered in bruises so soon after joining the team!

Ruggie: Our basketball team is based on the merit system. Even a first year can make the starting lineup if you're good enough!

Ruggie: …I mean, that's only if you can go up against those strong upperclassmen and win, that is.

Heartslabyul Student B: No way I'd be able to go up against an upperclassman with a scary glare like that!

Diasomnia Student D: I don't want to have a ball thrown at me at hyperspeed!

Ruggie: Oh～ I seeeee. Mkay, then let's move on to the next one!

[Sports Field]

Vargas: That's where you need to keep following through! Don't give up so quickly! Be hungrier for the win!

Epel: Wow…! I can't believe they're just practicing, with this level of intensity!

Jack: That's Night Raven College, for you, the top magical shift school…!

Ruggie: Oho, you guys interested in the magift club?

Jack: Yup. I once got to watch a stream of a magift tournament, and I thought it was incredible.

Epel: Me too! The magift club here is really amazing.

Ruggie: (This guy's a first-year in my dorm… I think his name was Jack? I'd been thinking that he's got a good physique, and…)

Ruggie: (When you look at him up close, you can really tell he's built differently. Without a doubt he'll be a promising prospect.)

Ruggie: (Putting aside the little Pomefiore kid, I bet if I can get this guy to join the team, I'll get a special reward from Leona-san!)

Ruggie: (I've already got a pretty good feeling about this, but… I'll give it one more push!)

Ruggie: Our school is well-known for our magical shift team. We have our own practice field, and on tournament days, the campus is bustling with spectators!

Ruggie: Just like you guys, there's a ton of kids on the team that used to watch our team's matches on TV and wanted to join the team because of that. We're a super popular club!

Ignihyde Student E: True, even the coach's really into it. …But, y'know…

Octavinelle Student A: I bet they'd make us do crazy hard practice every single day.

Diasomnia Student D: And it doesn't look like we be able to easily make the starting team.

Heartslabyul Student B: I mean, does it even seem like we'd be able to get a seat on the bench? Even if you train hard, it's meaningless if you don't get to participate in a match.

Ruggie: …

Ruggie: …Yeah, just like you guys're sayin', sometimes it's real hard work.

Ruggie: But…

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[fumikomiyasaki]

🍫 - our muses make and/or eat chocolate fondue - Shu/Leroy

🥞 - our muses make and/or enjoy brunch- Flynn\ Hoshi

Easter prompts

🍫 - our muses make and/or eat chocolate fondue

"Urgh I can't believe that thick shelled annoyance... Henry can't expect us to do that much in one week."

Despite the easter festivities Leroy couldn't really enjoy his breaks cause of the current work in his dorm. Yet Shu tried to cheer him up by suggesting a chocolate Fondue together. Lyla and Carol were also supposed to come but Lyla seemed to have troubles and visited her brother while Carol was busy with students. And so they both sat down in Leroys room, Shu hearing all of his complaining and annoyance.

"Onnazuichi , you been talking for hours about this, have you asked the other dorm members about this?"

"I did but... they say its not as bad... don't they get its just him working us to the bone again."

"Then say how worse was it before your overblot?"

Silence... Leroy took off the glasses he wore and sighed.

"Fine I guess you are right... it has been better since then."

A bit pouty he took a strawberry and dunked it in the chocolate... it kinda looked cute to Shu when he gets this pouty but teasing it would make his mood worse.

"At least he pays you..."

"True.... and I am glad my mother is healthy enough to visit easter... I guess you are right, I was complaining for nothing... I just still... feel inferior."

"You don't have to be better than him... although to me... I prefer your company to his... and you know how much I like Seapeople."

Leroy grew bright red... nearly choking on his strawberry.

"Shut up... I don't need to hear that from you... but thanks for listening."

"So then do you like me as well? From your reaction... Seems you liked that I told you that."

"Of course I do! Can we shut up about it now and enjoy the food."

A blunt answer surprised Shu but his face lit up in a smile taking another fruit from the plate.

"Then I am glad."

🥞 - our muses make and/or enjoy brunch

With a smirk Flynn placed the sun and moon themed teacups on the table... his whole room looked space astronomy paradise... everything feeding the atmosphere, he picked up a plate with a small fancy looking cake and looked back at Hoshi.

"I hope my invitation wasn't too sudden, my dear Iolite."

"Its all good. I am glad you did... but why here?"

"Its rare I get to use this tea set and... I have come to announce something."

He settled his cake down and posed dramatically.

"I was hired to play the actual phantom in the ongoing Phantom of the Opera adaptation that does a tour."

A small clap came from Hoshi but also in hesitation.

"Does that mean you have to leave for a while...."

"Only for 2 weeks... once I am back you can have me all to yourself."

Saying this Flynn walked up to him and placed his hands on his cheeks.

"You know if you miss me too much I can just fly ba-"

"No Its fine I can wait... but you got to give me a lot to make up for it."

He pulled him close into an embrace.

"Then I shall, my dear Iolite."

Both of them continued to eat the treats and enjoy a nice chat... the tea soothing the soul before Flynn started to plan in his head what to get for his tour.

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

Part 1 of ?????

Started writing this fic a while ago and then lost faith in it. Should I continue? Feel bad for not posting much lately so I thought I'd share this. Read on and weigh in.

COME OUT TONIGHT

NO

You don't have to fucking shout?

Said the pot to the kettle?

Oh you grandmother The caps were an accidental by-product of voice-to-text Blame Siri if you're going to blame anyone

You have a Samsung Galaxy S20.

HAD. It got smashed. Worst luck. Listen, come out with me tonight.

Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm tired!

https://www.boots.com/wellness/vitaminsandsupplements/vitamins-supplements-shop-by-ingredient/echinacea

Hah (indifferent)

Just come out with me! Isaac has to go see some godawful student performance of the Antigone in wherever the fuck Chichester is and it's Sirius's flatmate's birthday party so I have to go and I don't know any of his weird mates

You don't HAVE to go.

Have to/want to Semantics

I'm not in a birthday party mood. I'm having a stressful week. My arse has been tense since Tuesday.

I will wade into the deep and massage your arse if I have to, just come It's a swank pad in Belgravia! I bet they'll have all sorts of expensive nibbles!

I read that as expensive nipples.

Those too!

Partying it up with the children of wealthy Tories. Sounds super fun.

Just come out with me, for fuck I'll pick you up at 7 and we can steal their silverware if it's boring as the grave

URGH I'll go but I'm NOT dressing up!

You don't have to dress up!

FINE!

*

take the drawings down please i'm begging you i'm actually begging you

Nah mate

siriusssssssss pleeeeeease

Nah

PLEASE

Nah

PLEASE ffs it's MY birthday!!!! there are going to be PEOPLE there! standing around! AT EYE LEVEL

I don't see what the problem is.

EVERYONE will see what the problem is! they literally will not be able to IGNORE what the problem is!

Sounds like a recipe for lively discussion to me tbh

that is NOT what i want people talking about at my birthday!

If I take them down, I'll have to take all the nails out and that'll leave nail marks all over the walls. It would be unsightly.

MORE UNSIGHTLY THAN YOUR DICK, SIRIUS?

My dick is bewitching.

DIE

*

She walks in expecting to find herself the infiltrator of a Made in Chelsea/Royal Ascot/Henley Regatta netherworld, filled with a gaggle of giggling, SW-postcode socialites wielding suspiciously powder-edged Harrods Amex cards in the place of horses and boats, but that's not what actually greets her on the other side of the lacquered front door.

What greets her is really quite ordinary.

Aside from the naked drawings of Kingsley's mate, which aren't.

Otherwise, the whole affair is pretty relaxed. People her age are clustered in their small groups, swigging beers. There's a table of oven-heated party foods, salty snacks and rapidly depleting ramekins of guac. She spies more band shirts than there are dress shirts. There's a round of Fortnite in full swing on the TV.

It's all just...startlingly normal. A normal birthday party.

And that's sort of embarrassing, really.

Where are all the visible Tory toffs, she wonders? Where is the braying laughter? The Eton alumni reunion? The glimpse of hunting-happy tweed and shotgun barrels as a coat cupboard door swings shut? Where's the indelible air of sneering superiority, of "we're richer and more privileged and better than you, so fuck the NHS and death to foxes!" that she'd been expecting? There's a fucking Henry Hoover in the corner of the hall, for Christ's sake. Lily came here to smile through her teeth at them all, to listen to the champagne problems privilege that bubbled from their lips and tell herself that she was the one who knew better, who thought better. Her plain white tee and skinny jeans and scuff-toed, high-top trainers were supposed to be a statement, a subtle setting-apart, but she's not even the most underdressed person in the room.

She pre-judged a house full of people. What's that about?

There's a lesson to be found in this. Perhaps.

*

James covered all of the dicks in Paw Patrol stickers that he bought from the newsagent on his way home from his mum's, but Sirius peeled them all off while he was taking a soothing lavender bath, so what's the bloody point in birthdays anyway?

It's early in the evening, and he's wedged—against his will—between the dining room bar and Shane Ruttle, who has just pointed at one of the many lamentable dicks and asked, "Is this one of yours?" which James kind of wants to thump him for. It's bad enough that he looks like a madman who stuffed his house with naked drawings of his brother, now people are actually assuming that he drew the damn things, even though most of the compositions are appallingly far beneath his skill level. He's a professional illustrator, for the love of god, and Shane is really standing before him like the posturing prick he is, asking him if he's the one who drew Sirius with one arm disproportionately longer than the other.

He knows that he should cheer up.

It is his birthday. There is cake.

Good cake, too, not the kind that gets buried in too-thick fondant that he has to pick off before he can eat what's underneath.

The problem is, there's also a party, and his friends are his friends, Peter and Sirius included, and Peter and Sirius can both get drunk much faster than James can. When Peter and Sirius get drunk, serious injuries tend to follow, Remus tends to fuck off in a flash and James tends to be the one who calls for an ambulance or mothers them back to health—physical, mental or otherwise. He has just turned twenty-six, and these repeated, drunkenly dramatic medical emergency scenes are starting to wear a little thin.

Can't a man get comfortably drunk and have a laugh at his own birthday party?

No, he can't, because Peter's already halfway to trashed, wobbling unsteadily towards the French doors that lead to the terrace, wearing that look on his face that says I'm definitely going to vomit or maybe even shit myself like I did on that one night we all spent in Munich with the Belgian handball team and the creepy tour guide who couldn't keep his sleazy hands to himself. For the sake of sparing the lawn such a punishment, James hastily removes himself from Shane, grabs Peter by the collar, shoves him in the direction of the downstairs loo and retreats to the safety of the living room, where there are, at least, no naked drawings of Sirius gracing the walls.

Most of the people in here are transfixed by Saffy Stephens, who is down to the last three in her Fortnite game and cursing like a sailor, but there are a small pile of birthday cards on the end table where James and Sirius normally keep their keys. He perches on the sofa arm, sets his half-drunk beer bottle on the carpet, pushes his dark, disheveled hair away from his forehead and begins leafing through them. It's a necessity when one lives with Sirius, who thinks nothing of swiping gift cards when the mood strikes him and he's had enough to drink.

They're mostly from his female friends, and all pretty standard, until he reaches the middle of the pile and finds a card bearing a picture of a moustached tabby and the caption: Have a Purr-fect Birthday!

The inscription inside is written in a lovely, swirling hand.

To Jasper/Jack/Jason/maybe Ja Rule?/J-something idk

(see above: everything I've learned about you from the friend* I came here with, verbatim)

(*who can't remember your name)

Happy Birthday! Thank you for (not) specifically inviting me, a stranger, to your party to celebrate this momentous event in your life. Please enjoy this festive card/social nicety/convention from me to you. My friend brought rum which you may prefer.

I'll be around. Not that you'll know.

LE

James lowers the card and twists on the sofa arm at once, eyes darting around the room in search of its author, as if they might be laying in wait to watch him read it and see how he reacts. Nobody appears to have ducked behind the couch, however, so the situation merits further scrutiny.

Obviously, he needs to meet this person.

A mystery! At his birthday party!

He perks right up after that.

*

She's coming out of the downstairs loo when a short, blonde man in a garish Hawaiian shirt barrels past her and pukes all over the chequerboard tiled floor, narrowly missing her jeans.

"Oh no," he moans into his wet hands. "Oh no—"

"There there, mate," says Lily consolingly, never one to judge somebody for getting drunk early at a party. She pats him on the back before squeezing past him and rejoining Kingsley, who is standing in one of this meandering Georgian house's many hallways, chatting to a bloke in a houndstooth sweater vest and holding two glasses of something very, very sparkly that she must try at once.

"It's like...it's like everything and nothing at the same time," Houndstooth Bloke is saying when Lily draws close, gesturing to a huge canvas painting of a rain-soaked fairground at night.

"Is it?" Kingsley asks.

"Mmm. Very." Houndstooth shakes his shoulders like he's slipping out of a robe. "Meant to be esoteric, I suppose."

That sounds suspiciously like pretentious bullshit to Lily, who doesn't find the concept of a merry looking fairground all that difficult to absorb. Kingsley knows more about the art world than she does, but he must agree with her assessment because he grunts and shoves her glass into her hand when she stops beside him, and more roughly than she deserves, as if she's the one who landed him in this mess of a conversation to begin with.

Trust him to find himself stuck with the only dick (not etched by a 4B Steadtler graphite pencil) in the building, and trust her to be stuck with the person who got himself stuck with King.

"What are we talking about?" she asks brightly, just to fuck with him.

"Drink your champagne, there's a good little hen," King mutters, his teeth clenched together, hallway lights bouncing off the smoothly waxed dome of his bald head.

"We've been discussing this piece." Houndstooth nods to the painting, but his limpid eyes narrow on Lily's face. "Christ, you're very redheaded, aren't you?"

It's decided. She'll wait 'til Houndstooth is drunk and trip him up with Henry Hoover's hose.

"Ergo soulless, yes," she agrees.

"And you...enjoy that?" he asks, as if being redheaded is her profession.

"Very much, thanks."

"Hmmp. Well. I came here with Saffron," he announces, pronouncing it Sef-ron. As if Lily is supposed to know who that is. "Platonically, of course. Actually, we're some sort of cousins, I think. What do you think the artist is trying to convey?"

He's very pointedly asking her, so Lily blinks at the painting, her eyes on the outstretched arm of a child on the carousel.

"I like the pretty colours," she decides aloud.

"Right," says Houndstooth, "but that's not—"

"And the lights, too. The lights are really pretty."

"But—"

"I love funfairs, actually," she brightly continues, finding a strange satisfaction in playing dumb in front of Houndstooth and his overbleached fade. Although she does really like the colours. "Haven't been to one in years!"

"Yes, good, whatever, but what is the artist trying to convey?"

"What artist?" comes a voice from behind them.

Lily glances over her shoulder and finds herself looking up at the man whose penis she's spent the past thirty minutes avoiding eye contact with, though he is taller, better proportioned and infinitely more beautiful than any of those crudely drawn depictions could possibly convey. He is also beplumed and bejewelled like a pirate, wearing a sumptuous velvet jacket over a loose white shirt, numerous rings on his fingers and an assortment of silver chains around his slender neck, while his grey eyes and elegantly high-set cheekbones are framed by a tumble of black hair that genuinely looks like silk.

The man is so beautiful, in fact, that Lily immediately wonders why he's been taking sketches home from the life drawing class that he and Kingsley pose for—hence their acquaintance and Lily's presence at this party—when nothing she's seen tonight has done him any justice.

Most happily, his penis is tucked safely out of sight.

"Alright, Sirius?" says King.

"Alright, Marvel?" Sirius claps a hand to the taller man's massive shoulder. Kingley's muscles bulge in a way that cannot be hidden by modern habiliments. "What are we talking about?"

"Not much." Houndstooth looks put out by the arrival of yet another person. "We were just mesmerised by this piece."

Lily refrains from gesturing to the painting with both hands and a "ta-dah!" choosing instead to sip her champagne.

It's very good champagne. Mmm. Yes.

"Oh, yeah, it's really something," Sirius agrees. He brushes past Kingsley and runs a finger over the illegible squiggle of a signature on the canvas. His nails are beautifully manicured. "Local guy, young up-and-comer. I assume you've heard of Algernon?" he asks Houndstooth, fixing him with a steely-eyed stare.

"Er, yes." Houndstooth's gaze slides from Sirius to the painting. "I know him."

Sirius's eyebrows lift. "Know him personally?"

"Well—"

"That's so weird, I heard he never speaks to people."

Houndstooth chews on the inside of his cheek, weighing up the challenge. "How…funny."

"Funny?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just, I know I've spoken to him before, and since you've bought his painting I assumed that you'd have—"

"That is funny, actually," Sirius interrupts, "because the artist is my brother, and Algernon is the name of his cat."

Kingsley has been tugging on his earring and almost rips it out of his ear as his body convulses, champagne spraying from his nostrils, while an alarming red flush sweeps across Houndstooth's face and he begins to sputter on his own self-importance. Sirius has clearly decided that he's done with all of that noise, however, because he turns back to Lily instead, looking her up and down with great and sudden interest.

"Who's this then?" he asks Kingsley, cocking his head to one side. "James's present?"

The champagne glass swings down and Lily fixes him with a deadpan stare. "Excuse me?"

Sirius slants a grin at Kingsley, a quick flash of teeth. "This one's queenly, isn't she?"

Kingsley wipes his nose with the back of his hand and laughs again. "Hardly."

"This is Primark, mate," Lily retorts, tugging on her t-shirt.

"Queenliness is a state of mind," says Sirius, "not a state of wardrobe."

"You had me marked down as a prostitute not ten seconds ago."

"Oh, that. I was only joking," he sighs, and grips her arm at the elbow, his long fingers cool against her skin. "But still, you're far too attractive to stand here talking to this clown. Come with me and I'll find you someone better."

*

James's friends are useless.

And drunk. Useless and drunk—or sort of drunk, in Saffy's case. Remus is certainly already pissed, but Remus is on meds so often that he drinks but once in a blue moon. One cocktail is usually enough to set him off, and he's been hard at the gin since he turned up with Peter at six.

"I don't know anyone with those initials," Saffy declares, once she has read, examined and even sniffed the birthday card for clues. "Except for Lisa Edelstein."

"Who's Lisa Edelstein?"

"Cuddy from House," says Remus, lowering the negroni from which he has been drinking deeply.

James pulls a face. "What the fuck is a Cuddy?"

"Oh, actually, it could mean le?" Remus suggests.

"Yes!" Saffy points at him like he might be onto something. "Like the French word for the?"

"Exactly, like—"

"It doesn't mean that!" James interrupts, unwilling to allow such profanity in his home. "That doesn't make sense, why would somebody sign their name as the?"

"Now you're asking me to explain how French people think?" says Saffy derisively, adjusting her bra strap beneath that burnt orange waistcoat she loves, the one that makes her look like she's directing a pornographic movie in the 70s when she pairs it with her tortoiseshell-framed aviators. It clashes wildly with her electric blue buzz-cut. "Am nooooo drunk enough for that."

"They could be one of those one word moniker pop stars, I suppose," Remus pipes up, smiling slyly. "You know, like Madonna?"

They think James doesn't realise that they're taking the piss out of him, but neither of them are sober enough to attempt their gambit with any kind of subtlety or grace.

"You know that's actually her real Christian name?" says Saffy.

Remus turns towards her with interest. "What, Madonna?"

"Yeah!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Saffy repeats. "I thought it couldn't possibly be her real name because, I mean, Madonna, yeah? But then I looked it up and apparently that's the name her mummy gave her, just goes to show—"

"I'm sorry," James interrupts, "but is Madonna relevant to this conversation?"

"Yes, always," says Saffy.

"She's an international pop megastar," Remus seconds.

James stares at his friend incredulously. "Drinking really chips away at your wit, y'know?"

"Does it?" Remus grins lazily and jiggles his cocktail in the air. "Oh, well, I'm negronly joking."

Saffy does a spit-take without the spit and clings helplessly to Remus's shoulder as she laughs, knees buckling, bangles tinkling, but James fights his own urge to start snickering.

"It's not that funny," he lies, and Remus eyes him with an alarmingly teacher-like shrewdness, despite the tellingly intoxicated flush that has crept into his thin, freckled face.

James's love of puns is tragically well known.

"You didn't get it." Remus points at his drink. His speech is starting to slur. "This is a negroni, what I said was—"

"Yeah, I got that part, I just—"

"Jesus fuck, look at her!" Saffy suddenly hisses, staggering sideways into Remus and sending him into the wall in a flurry of giggles—Remus giggling?—her voice hushed and urgent. "Who the hell is that?!"

James does look, following the direction of Saffy's gaze. Sirius has just entered the living room, casually clutching the elbow of a……

……goddess.

An actual. Like. Goddess.

A goddess. In James's house. In his living room. In the place where he eats his chocolate boulder cereal and rewatches Scrubs (even season 9, which is hilarious, and very unfairly disparaged by Joe Public) on Saturday mornings.

She's a goddess. A real one, and cleverly disguised as a mortal, sure, with her slouchy white t-shirt and her big hoop earrings and her light blue jeans that are torn at the knees, wearing her shoulder-length red hair half up, half down and slightly messy, but that doesn't hide what she is.

"Oh my god," he murmurs. His heart is pounding all of a sudden, which is so...utterly bloody stupid, but Saffy's right, bloody look at her, Jesus fuck.

"Surely she can't be with Sirius?" Saffy murmurs back.

"No, she—" He watches Sirius lean down to mutter something in the redhead's ear. A ghost of a laugh flits across her beautiful face. "She's not his—he isn't—"

"D'you think—"

"No, I—"

"Good," says Saffy firmly. She lets go of Remus and rises, lengthening her spine. It is a battle stance of some sort, presumably. "Because I saw her first."

"No!" James cries, wounded, and the redhead shoots him a curious look with a pair of eyes that are startlingly emerald green, even from all the bloody way over here. He spins to face Saffy and lowers his voice, face burning. "It's my house!"

"What are you arguing here, ownership rights?"

"No but it—it's my birthday!" James retorts, jabbing at his own chest. "And, actually, and—"

"It's in the bloody post!"

"—you didn't get me a present!" he finishes in triumph, not that he knows what he's arguing for, because the likelihood is that his tongue will glue itself to the roof of his mouth if he even dares to look in her direction one more time. "Plus I set you up with Vanya Petrich, with whom, as I recall, you enjoyed four years—"

"Stop throwing that in my face!"

"—four blissful years—"

"Is it my fault that you've never fancied any girl I've set you up with?!"

"—promised me an Easter ham for setting you up with her and I never got it—"

"So now you'll trade a woman for a ham?" Saffy accuses, though her face is too lit up, her brown eyes too crinkled at the corners—she's having fun with this and she isn't going to fool him and she knows it. "That's so low, even—"

"Don't start with that," James scathingly cuts in. "You offered me Sean Connery's autograph for Bonnie Grogan's number—"

"Which you never gave me!"

"Because you forged the bloody signature!"

"And now she's bloody married!"

"Yeah, well, Isabella wouldn't give me a counterfeit present, would she?" he retorts, and Saffy lets her shoulders drop, smirking. "This is pointless, Saf, we can't—"

"She's just left with Sirius," Remus informs them, and burps.

[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: How To Survive Exams

Date video was published: 05/28/2016 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 308

This is the one video Dan filmed during TATINOF USA. All of early May was filled with more tour adventures; here are some highlights: pancake cupcake, wizard cab drivers, bugs...eww, no idea, fancy carpet, White House, emotional Dan, more cab drivers, and sarcastic aesthetic walls.

For videos like this, he usually he frames it as “how not...” so this is a rare one framed with positive wording.

0:00 - great start. Also love the Gatorland hat in the background

0:08 - just scribbling violent circles there

0:10 - just...holding a wad of toilet paper

0:27 - “survived...mostly” that seems about right

0:39 - I love that they started referencing “protip” themselves after that Crafts video 😂

0:49 - Dan can’t even imagine that someone would actually do that

1:11 - a good environment is something he talks about for mental health in general later on, including in YWGTTN

1:31 - that is not a very “Dan” tie; I wonder who he borrowed it from or if he bought it as a prop specifically for this

1:32 - I can’t tell if he added the notification sounds in editing, or if Phil is both holding the camera and texting him at the same time so his phone goes off

1:47 - that’s a good tip actually, and how I used to manage to get through essays

2:02 - “mute your grandma on Facebook” as a reward lol

2:12 - very specific indeed...did not need to know what Dan rewards himself with 😳

2:29 - some of this is very loud for hotel room filming...

2:38 - 😂😂😂 self-aware Dan there thinking about actually filming that cut-away. Props to Phil for not bursting into laughter while filming

2:47 - got both the Steve/Bucky and Sherlock/John mentions in this video

2:57 - using what limited ‘props’ he has

3:03 - he really did memorize some Mt. Vesuvius facts for this haha

3:08 - why would you flush the toilet while still sitting on it?!

3:15 - more hotel room screaming

3:29 - this is so funny but also smart if that worked for him! I wonder if he still remembered the same tune he actually used

3:37 - the dance moves really add to it

3:43 - bully/”cool kid” represented with the really short tie which both DNP do with skits about school stuff

3:49 - really using every angle of that hotel room for this

3:51 - looking down here; I wonder if he was reading off his lap

4:10 - truth

4:29 - “too close to being actually helpful” he is giving a lot more real advice in this one than in other videos of this format...self-aware Dan

4:35 - nice little annotation additions there

5:01 - it bothers me that he didn’t take the little label off the front of the notebook

5:15 - always shirtless in the bed/sleeping skits from the very start of his channel

5:25 - ahahaha at the blurring out

5:44 - urgh, that looks like it would lead to paper cuts in your mouth, yikes

6:03 - wonder if that’s the psychology paper he re-took during his gap year that he needed to get into uni

6:31 - they (or at least Dan) still didn’t seem to feel secure in their careers at this point

This is a good classic Dan type video. I’m impressed that he managed to film so many cut-away skits in a single hotel room!

I think there was some controversy around this video for some reason? Because people thought Dan had already done enough “school” videos or he was too old to be giving school advice? Though I may be remembering wrong (am I thinking of the University video later?)...someone let me know if you remember more. I don’t really understand why; the majority of his audience was still in school at this point, so it seems like it would have been relevant.

[simpsiren]

jung jaehyun x reader

description. Working for an art exhibit that only lasts a week, you wouldn’t expect anyone to stay here long until you meet a guy who comes by every single day, looking at the same painting at the same timing that lasts hours.

genre. flUff, at the end i promise

word count. 6.4k~

warnings. nonee

a/n. the pic of jaehyun just gives me museum vibes idk why so yes i’m going to write a short story (okay its not idk how i extended but i did) on him. the story is more of the reader observing him till the halfway point where they slowly start to interact. this would probably be considered a slow burn?? not sure but enjoy it either way!!

“You got a new job again?”

You turn around your desk chair, taking one side of your earpiece off and noticing Taeyong sitting on your bed casually scrolling through his phone.

You didn’t even realise he came into the room. Probably because you had your music blasting at a high volume and you were concentrated on completing your holiday homework.

“Yeah. It’s at some art exhibit. Pay’s fair and I only have to sit there and do nothing for a week.” You simply reply with a light shrug.

“That’s so easy. When do you start?” Taeyong asks, lifting his eyes off his phone to look at you with curiosity.

You didn’t give an answer, looking down on your phone to search for the email that the person in charge sent you a few days back.

“It says the exhibit opens on friday so I guess that’s tomorrow.” You say shortly after glazing your eyes down the email.

Taeyong hums and nods his head. “Is it far from here? Need me to ride you there?”

You give a sincere smile and shake your head lightly. “You don’t have to. I can take the train. Plus you have work.” You politely reject your friend.

Taeyong frowns in response, making you sigh as you know he’ll insist on doing it.

“I’m working from home? I can do whatever as long as I complete my work. Just let me send you. You’re always refusing my help.” Taeyong glares at you and lets out an exasperated huff.

You purse your lips into a thin line, suspiring in defeat in a matter of seconds. You can never win when it comes to Taeyong being persistent. That’s how he always is whenever it comes to you.

“Okay, okay.” You breathe out.

“Anyways what are you doing in my room? I have homework to do.”

Taeyong flashes his cheeky smile and bobs his shoulders. “Was actually thinking of asking you to treat bubble tea?” His smile widens till his eyes form a line.

You scoff, furrowing your eyebrows. “You’re the one that’s working here!” You shout, letting out a ‘tsk’.

“Urgh fine! You’re cooking me instant noodles though.” Taeyong points his finger at you.

“Are my instant noodles that good?”

You earn a lighted up face as Taeyong nods his head eagerly. “Something about the way you cook it just tastes different from regular instant noodles!” Taeyong squeals like a kid while he let out a soft dreamy moan while closing his eyes.

“Jeez I’m craving for bubble tea now that you’ve mention it. Hurry up and order it on Grab!” You throw the pillow behind your back to Taeyong’s face, making him snap out of his thoughts on your instant noodles.

“My God, chill! Calm your women cravings.” Taeyong mumbles, turning on his phone and proceeding to head to the app to order the bubble tea.

It’s already the next day. Luckily for you, you wouldn’t have to be there till eleven in the morning since the exhibit opens at twelve.

You peacefully wake up at nine. Though you stayed in bed and used your phone till ten. Realising the time, you gather your strength to pull yourself out of bed, dragging yourself to the bathroom with half-opened eyes despite the fact that you’ve been awake for an hour.

You know you could take your time getting ready since Taeyong knows how to ride his bike. Fast. Like extremely fast. You estimated that you’d be able to reach in ten minutes, when normally it’ll take fifteen to twenty.

“Taeyong!” You scream out in the hallway as you make your way to his room. Opening the door, you see Taeyong on his desk typing away at his keyboard.

He shot his head at the noise, turning his head sharply to the door where you are. “We’re going now?” He asks, using his middle finger to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, glancing down at the papers that are scattered on his desk.

You hum, looking down at the time on your phone. “We have five minutes till we can leave.” You inform him.

Taeyong nods his head and stands up, taking off his glasses and putting it on the desk. He slowly walks up to you, eyes scanning down your outfit. “They really let you wear this?” He asks with a skeptical eye.

You narrow your eyes in response. “How am I suppose to dress?” You question back sarcastically.

“I don’t know like fancy? High class? It’s a museum type of exhibit isn’t it?” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. You roll your eyes. “It’s not like I’m going to be a tour guide. Whatever I’m still wearing this.”

You walk up to the full length mirror that’s beside Taeyong’s bed, looking down on your outfit. You decided to wear loose legged jeans along with a brown sweater vest, white button up and Vans shoes.

You smile to yourself in the mirror and turn around happily to Taeyong. “Let’s go.”

Taeyong takes out his extra helmet from the back, passing it to you. You wear it quickly while Taeyong gets on his bike, starting the engine as the noise from it can be heard loud and clear. After he takes a moment to adjust in his seat, he jerks his head to the back, signaling you to get on.

With that, you and Taeyong begin your journey of heading to the exhibit. As expected, you got there at around ten minutes. And you still had time befofe it opens. You got off and take off the helmet, passing it to Taeyong.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“I’m doing it for the instant noodles.” Taeyong says with a light chuckle, putting the helmet at the back. You swirled around to walk to the entrance. You glance over your shoulder to see Taeyong still leaning against his bike, waiting for you to head in. You shake your head and held a hand up to wave him goodbye before entering.

As you walk in, you hear Taeyong’s bike engine starting as he drives off. Looking around the exhibit, you were instantly amazed. It isn’t large, but isn’t small either. It is a completely white building with paintings and other things you would see in a museum cleanly displayed by their categories. It’s a simple yet classy set up.

You head to the counter to meet the person in charge who’s the only one in the exhibit.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Dejun.” You greet with politeness, bowing your head.

“Good afternoon. Since today’s the first day I don’t think there will be too many people coming in. Other than that, I’m sure you know what to do.” Mr. Dejun informs as he writes something on the black clipboard he has in his arm.

You hum. “Yeah, I do.” You reply confidently.

“Alright I’ll be heading off now. The key to locking up the exhibit is here. Make sure to return it to the main building, okay? I won’t be coming back by the way.” Mr. Dejun adjusts the glasses on his face.

You nod your head, watching him look around the counter one last time before greeting you goodbye and walking out of the exhibit. You sigh and take a seat on the chair that’s at the counter. You look down, seeing the key along with other papers that you assume is not relevant to you.

You got comfortable, placing your bag down on the counter and start to use your phone. Getting bored after awhile, you decide to walk around the exhibit for the fun of it.

You get to where the paintings were, clasping your hands behind your back after shoving your phone into your back pocket. You get in front of picture to picture, staring at it for a moment before looking to the bottom right to read its description and moving on.

You didn’t end up spending that much time walking around since you got through the arts fairyly quickly, not really caring about admiring it.

You get back to your seat, huffing and placing your chin on the palm of your hand as you lean in, closing your eyes.

You swear you could have fallen asleep but you got awoken by the sound of footsteps coming in. You shot your head up to the entrance, seeing a tall man wearing a brown velvet suit with a pink turtleneck. he had brown hair that’s slit back, though it looks a little messy.

You question how he looked at first. Brown and pink? You thought. That is until you concentrated on his face. You had to blink your eyes a few times to capture his face in your mind while he walks off to look around.

He had a jawline and features that can cut like a knife. The way every feature on his face looked amazing and straight out of a painting from someone’s imagination of a perfect man. His hair framed his face that was made for him to pull off any outfit choices or hairstyles.

You got intrigued in an instant without a doubt. You would want to look at him more but he ended up going deep into the exhibit and disappearing out of your sight.

You frown to yourself, the picture of him etched into your brain while you trace whatever you remember of him in your head. You eventually snap out of it, proceeding to look down on your phone.

You didn’t know how much time has passed since he came in. But it felt like a long time. And you still have yet to see him exit the exhibit.

Getting curious or concern, you weren’t exactly sure, you rose from your seat. Walking around, you tried finding for him. And eventually, you did.

You stand there in silence, a few steps away from him. He had his head tilted sideways as he stares blankly into this one particularly painting. It felt like he’s been looking at it for so long, seeing how his body didn’t bother moving an inch and it looked like he was in a trance.

You suck in your lips, looking up from his hair down to his high cut black Converse sneakers. He had such a perfect body proportion along with his height. Even his side profile felt breathtaking and you couldn’t even imagine how you’d feel if you were to get up close to someone with a physique like his.

You decided to turn back and leave, taking silent steps and making your way back to the counter. You want to leave him be for the time being. But then, your stomach began to growl, urging you to have your lunch. You turn on your phone and headed to the Grab app, wanting to order some Mcdonald and have it delivered here. Mr. Dejun didn’t say that you couldn’t eat here so might as well.

Thirty minutes passed. You had you food but you still have yet to see the man leave. Curious yet again, you grab your coke and head to where you saw him last time.

He’s still there, same painting, same standing position. At this point you were getting concerned. No one can stay frozen staring at something for that long right?

You take a sip of your coke, realising that the straw made those suction noises when your cup is empty. The sound caused the man to sharply turn his head to you.

You lean back, eyes blinking as it met his. “I’ll go soon, don’t worry.” He mutters. Finally, he starts walking down deeper into the hall and looking at other paintings.

You hum, nodding your head. You decide to walk as well, wanting some of your food to be digested.

You didn’t see him leave. He probably did while you looked at some flower painting.

Oddly enough, he’s the only one that came today.

And that was your first day at the exhibit. As you lock the door with the given keys, you couldn’t help but wonder why it’s called, What is love? Observing the arts in the exhibit from the main museum building, you didn’t see anything related to love except for one or two that had a direct meaning to it. The descriptions about them didn’t exactly help either.

You could only shrug off the thought once you hear the familiar sound if Taeyong’s bike driving down the street as he comes to pick you up.

Day two comes by. you got there around the same timing with Taeyong’s help. Mr. Dejun is there again. He gives you the same instructions as yesterday, but this time you are told to make sure the peole who enter have registered in so they could keep track of who comes in and out. You were wondering why they didn’t have that system on your first day.

Quite a few people come by. Couples, families, perhaps journalists since you see them jotting something down in their notebooks while looking at the art.

What caught your eye is the fact that you see him come in again. He still looks as classy as yesterday with his slit back brown hair. But, you see someone else as well.

“This is where you wanted us to go?” You hear the women beside him say, linking her arm around his. You take a look at her up and down.

She’s absolutely stunning. From her dark brown wavy hair with curls at the bottom that reach till her chest area, the tight floral dress that cups her hourglass body perfectly, not to mention it’s proportioned beautifully just like his to the features of her face that looks just that of a model’s. You would have made an assumption that she is a model.

“Yeah, why? We can go somewhere else?” He mumbles as they take slow strides to the counter, approaching you. Needless to say, his voice is definitely amazing as well despite the few words he has said here.

The two ended up in front of you. The girl gives a simple smile. “Two tickets please.”

“You have to register with the QR code that’s there first.” You motion your hand to the sign on top of the counter that displays a huge QR code along with instructions to complete the registration.

“Ah I see. Hold on.” She jerks her arm against his, lifting her head up to the sign. He shapes his mouth into an ‘O’ as they proceed to use their phones to scan the code.

While they look down at their phones typing in their information, you thought that it’s a good time to have your eyes on him while you still can before he disappears into the exhibit.

You admire his face. You could tell his face looks breathtaking at every angle. You couldn’t see his face properly since the fringe of his hair covered his eyes a little while he’s looking down. But you liked it either way.

But you also start to wonder who that women is. His girlfriend? A close girl friend? You couldn’t exactly tell but you could make a guess that she’s more outspoken than him, seeing how he just nods his head and makes little effort to use his words when she talks to him.

“Alright, we’re done.” You shot your eyes up to them. You notice how he had his eyes on you with a blank expression. You shake your head, wanting to get yourself out of your deep admiration for the man i. front of you.

You hum, taking out the stickers that had the logo of the exhibit on it. Peeling two off, you hand it over to her. “Just stick it on your body anywhere.” You reply, attempting to sound polite.

“Also I need your names.”

Not.

You just want to know what the man’s name is.

“Nayeon.” The women brightly introduces herself. Your eyes adverted to him quickly.

“Jung Jaehyun.”

Fuck, you thought to yourself. Even his name suits him well. You practically couldn’t find a single flaw on this man appearance wise. You would want to talk to him, if Nayeon isn’t here with him today.

The two head off and the hours fly by as usual. To ease yourself out of boredom, you went to walk around the exhibit again, watching people admiring the arts and having small chitchats.

As you walk by the place where you saw Jaehyun standing yesterday, you realise the two are there. Standing in front of the same painting.

“This is boring. Let’s walk around more.” You hear Nayeon say loudly. You could’ve sworn you seen a look of anger or disappointment, or maybe both on Jaehyun’s face. But as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared quickly as well.

“Sure.” Jaehyun plainly says as he walks behind Nayeon. He glances back at the painting before having his eyes scan the area. His eyes meet yours for a brief second. You feel your body tense up so quick. You never felt something like this in a long time since you stopped dating when college started.

Absentmindedly, or maybe perhaps not, you ended up walking to wherever they went, following their footsteps and being quite a few meters away from them, they were in your sight almost all the tims.

One thing that stood out to you is the fact that Jaehyun looked somewhat gloomy or annoyed, even bored in fact. He didn’t look like this yesterday. And it’s obvious that the reason for that is Nayeon. You can’t understand why, not really diving too deep into it.

At some moment, Nayeon walks off with her phone to her ear, probably answering a call and exiting the exhibit.

“You don’t seem to be having fun.” You say, walking up to Jaehyun and standing beside him as you look at the painting in front of you.

He turns his head, looking down on you. He scoffs. “Is it that obvious?” Jaehyun asks, though the both of you seem to know the answer to that.

“Totally not.” You reply sarcastically, sliding your phone into your back pocket. “I saw you came by yesterday.” You start.

“I remembered you since you were the only one here.” Despite your eyes being on the painting, you couldn’t help but feel that his eyes start piercing into your skin. Looking up, you see him staring at you.

“Well to be fair it’s an exhibit that’s not popular yet.” Jaehyun lightly shrugs. “I actually thought I’d see my friend here. Guess not.” A small, almost unnoticeable frown creeps up his face.

“Friend? Who exactly?”

“Xiao Dejun. The one in charge of this place.”

You let out a soft “Ah...” while nodding your head. “He’s only here before my shift starts. And he never comes back either. I thought that’s something a friend should know.”

Jaehyun lets out a quiet sigh. “He’s too focused on this to let me know I guess.”

Just as he says that, you hear the clanking of Nayeon’s high heels coming in from the entrance. You know it’s her since she’s the only one wearing high heels here. “Looks like your boring date is back.” You joke with a small smile.

Jaehyun chuckles, brushing his thumb across his nose and shoving his hands into his pocket. “Sure is.”

“Hope thay you’ll be done with it soon.” You say, giving him a little encouragement to light up his mood. He didn’t reply to your statement and instead laughs softly, making you practically swoon for him in your mind when he lets out a, “Thanks.”

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow, Jaehyun?”

“Perhaps, uh your name?”

“_____”

With that, the two of you exchanged smiles once again as you walk off, seeing her hugging him from behind and dragging him off.

You couldn’t help but smile, him calling your name resonating in your head over and over as you head back to the counter.

Moments later the two left and you went along with completing the rest of the shift.

“Jung Jaehyun?” Taeyong asks, taking a bite of his chicken. You completely forgot to eat lunch today so you texted Taeyong to meet you to have dinner at the nearby fast food restaurant.

You nod your head eagerly. “He’s so handsome and hot and just.. ah~” You close your eyes as you picture him in your mind, moaning dreamily as you thought about him.

“He sounds familiar not going to lie.” Taeyong shrugs, reaching his hand out to grab your mashed potatoes that were on your tray.

“Hey that’s mine!” You shout. Taeyong giggles cheekily. “You didn’t eat so I’ll assume you don’t want it.” He flashes his eye smile, making you look at him with disgust.

“Uh no I’m saving it for last. Why didn’t you get your own?”

“I forgot okay!” Taeyong huffs, angrily taking a scoop and putting it in his mouth. “I’ll share don’t worry.”

You roll your eyes. “So is he going to go there tomorrow?”

“He said probably.” You plainly shrug. “I mean I hope I do. I get to see him again.” You smile to yourself, looking down at your finished tray like an idiot.

“From what you tell me, it really feels like you’re just stalking him.” Taeyong adds with a scoff. You let out a ‘tsk’, grabbing a tissue to wipe and clean off your fingers.

“I don’t! Okay maybe. But seriously if you seen him, I’m pretty sure you would’ve turned gay for him.”

“Imagine how hot that’ll be. Seeing how you are handsome, and he’s handsome too. Ah the gayness!” You squeal, tapping your toes and as you grin widely.

“I’ll floor you at home. Watch me.” Taeyong threatens, throwing you a sharp glare. “You can drop by tomorrow to see him if you’d like. I can text you when he comes.” You bob your shoulder, a slight smirk creeping up your lips.

Taeyong hums and nods his head, grabbing his drink and taking one last sip to finish it. “Don’t disappoint me. If I don’t like what I see, I can say it as a fact that you have low standards.”

You gap your mouth open, placing a hand on your chest and gasping, overreacting at his statement. “Oh please. I’ll never.” You say with full confidence.

The next day at around three in the afternoon, Jaehyun enters the exhibit.

“Good afternoon, _____” Jaehyun greets in a polite yet trying to sound fun manner

“Afternoon, Jaehyun.” You flash a bright smile.

“Do I still need to register?” Jaehyun asks, leaning against the counter and closer to you. You blink your eyes rapidly, wanting to take a moment to look at his face up close but shake your head out of it immediately.

“Yeah. You need to do it every time you come.” You inform him, your phone flat on the table as you boredly scroll through Twitter.

“Alright.” He does the same procedure and proceeds to walk off, giving you a soft and kind smile before doing so.

You immediately went to iMessage, texting Taeyong that he’s here and keeping to your promise that you’ll let him see Jaehyun. Almost instantly, you hear the door open and reveal Taeyong casually walking in.

You widen your eyes in shock. “Wait the fuck?” You say as Taeyong walks up to the counter and leans his body againsy it. “So where is he?” Taeyong asks with full curiosity, peeking is head into the exhibit.

“Wait how did you even get here before I texted you?” Taeyong simply shrugs. “I didn’t go back home. I had lunch then I saw a dude who’s the only one that seem to go inside so I just assume that’s Jaehyun.”

“Wow...” You reply in awe, sounding surprised, buf also not.

Taeyong keeps his eyes at the exhibit, moving his head to see all it from all directions. “Where did he go?”

You pucker your lips in response. “Might have gon’ to that painting again. I don’t know why but every time he comes by, he just looks at this one painting. He can literally stand there and only leave hours later.”

Taeyong laughs, clapping his hands. “There’s no way, you idiot. He obviously moves around while you’re here.” Taeyong breathes out, patting his chest to calm his laughter.

“But I saw him!” You growled, reaching a hand out to punch Taeyong in the chest, making him wince. “Yeah, yeah sure.” Taeyong taunts. You roll your eyes.

Suddenly, you see Jaehyun coming out of the corner. You smack Taeyong’s arm constantly to get his attention and point your finger to the direction where Jaehyun has his back facing you.

“There!” You whisper. You really did look like a fan swooning over her idol.

“Oh my God wait. Yo, Jaehyun!” Taeyong suddenly shouts out. You widen your eyes at his sudden action. You weren’t sure whether that’s suppose to embarrass you or he actually knows Jaehyun.

Jaehyun turns his head around slowly. His eyes went to you first before Taeyong, a bright smile emerging his lips instantly. “Woah Yongie!” Jaehyun walks over. He nudges Taeyong’s shoulder with a balled fist, making him chuckle.

“Uh.. So you know him?” You ask, you finger going back and forth between Taeyong and Jaehyun. Taeyong chuckles, nodding his head. “Yeah back in college.” Taeyong says. “She’s on her last year.” He adds on, gently motioning his hand to you.

“We had a chat yesterday.” You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks getting hot ever so slightly. You hum. “I was hoping you’d come so that you can see Taeyong.”

What a huge lie.

Taeyong couldn’t but scoff, making you and Jaehyun look at him with raised brows. “Pft, oh really?” He asks, sounding pushy. You furrow your eyebrows, glaring at him intensively in hopes that he will not push it any further.

“So!” Taeyong starts after an awkward moment of silence. “Since Jae’s here, wanna eat something for lunch?”

Jaehyun looks up, thinking for awhile before tilting his head back down to Taeyong. Though, his eyes met yours for a split second that made your heart skip a beat. “Alright.”

“Order me take out then.” You say, disappointment filling your tone ever so slightly, which Taeyong instantly picked up.

“Aw I would have invited you if you didn’t have work, right Jae?” Taeyong had a wide smirk on his face for a second before turning to Jaehyun. He lets out a simple chuckle. “True.”

You frown, raising a hand up to wave it at them lazily as a sign to push them away. “Okay, okay. Just go and come back quick. I want food.”

With that, you ended your third day. You ended up spending more time with Jaehyun than you’d expect, which makes you happy every time you thought about him.

The next day, oddly enough, Jaehyun didn’t come by. You didn’t see him coming in around the time he would be entering. And he never did. You waited for him impatiently, waiting eagerly for that one time you get to see him for a brief moment before he goes in to look at the painting yet again.

It felt almost weird to you. Despite you meeting him for only three days, you felt somewhat accustomed to be seeing him for the rest of the week. And him not coming in today felt out of place. It shocked you how attached to him you got. But to be honest, who wouldn’t?

You start wondering why he didn’t come. But the reality dawned on you pretty quick. He had his own live of course. He obviously has other things to do. Work? Family and friends? You thought that he couldn’t possibly be coming in everyday.

“I see you came back with her.” You whisper to Jaehyun, leaning in slightly. He heaves a sigh, rubbing his temples. “It’s... complicated. She’s probably talking to her father.” Jaehyun jerks his head to the seating area outside the exhibit, where you see Nayeon on the phone.

“Sorry if I’m intruding or anything...” You start off. Jaehyun raises both his eyebrows and humming. “But why do you keep coming here? I mean other than yesterday, it just seems like you come here just to look at that one painting in the corner of the exhibit.”

Jaehyun puckers his lips, shrugging after. “That’s complicated to answer too. Well, not really but-”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to answer.”

Just then, Nayeon comes back, running over to Jaehyun and holding his hand, interlocking their fingers. It really made you wonder whether Nayeon is actually Jaehyun’s girlfriend that he loves or is dating her for another reason.

Once again Jaehyun immediately looks bored. Before they walk in the exhibit, he looks over his shoulder to look at you. You mouth a, “Good luck.” With a light laugh, making him nod his head and turning back to the front.

With that, your bore through the hours of your shirt. For such a simple job, you were surprised at how much you were being paid. But that was all you care about anyways. The money. It served you as motivation to just push through the boring hours.

It’s near closing time now. You stood up to walk around the exhibit to make sure there’s no one left. As you head back to the counter to grab your things, you stop in your tracks when you see Jaehyun and Nayeon standing outside at the seating area. “Are they fighting or something?” You mutter to yourself as you watch Nayeon screaming at Jaehyun while he avoids her eyes with folded arms.

You raised a skeptical brow, not knowing what they’re fighting about and continued ahead to pack your things and turning off all the nights. You take one last look around the exhibit before grabbing the keys in your hand.

Just when you were about to head out, you now see Jaehyun sitting on the bench with his back facing you, his head leaning against the glass. You gulp and open the door, making him shot his head towards you.

“What happened? I saw you and Nayeon fighting.” You say, turning around and using the keys to lock up the exhibit. Jaehyun stands up, running a hand through his hair.

“We broke up.” Jaehyun says in a somewhat sarcastic manner.

“Um well I guess you need time alone?” You raised your shoulders, taking in a deep breath.

Jaehyun walks closer to you, and with each step your heart began to race quicker. You bit your bottom lip in nervousness, despite him not standing that close. “Not exactly.” He replies shortly.

You furrow your eyebrows, tilting your head in confusion. “Then what? I’m not exactly the type who’s good at comforting people.” You say, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. “Unless it’s food. I can treat you to food.”

Jaehyun nods his head, glancing sideways before looking down at you. “Okay. Then invite me to dinner.” He reauests nonchalantly, shoving his hands into his pocket as he copies your body language.

After blinking your eyes a few times, you say, “W-What like now? Do you want to eat dinner now?”

Jaehyun simply nods. It’s surprising how casual he is towards you, but you really liked it so you didn’t mind. “It’ll be nice if we could drink as well. I need to get Nayeon off my mind for tonight.”

You puff your cheeks and blew the air out. “I know a place.”

It all feels crazy to you right now. You’ve only met Jaehyun in less than a week but here you are, having dinner with him. You could guess that he’s being awfully casual since he knows that you and Taeyong are friends. But it also surprised you as to how the silence between the two of you is comfortable.

The two of you eat in silence, munching on your food with your heads down and glancing at each other a few times while you look up to take a shot of soju.

You eventually start talking. Specifically about his college life and how he met Taeyong. You felt that it’s the only way to connect with him since he did graduate from the same college as the one you’re attending.

“What’s your major?” Jaehyun asks as he reaches his hand out to pour me a shot. I downed it quickly, exhaling calmly. “Psychology. Have pills of homework I need to get done.”

You click your tongue, twirling the fork in your hand as you feel the alcohol kicking in already. To be fair, you are one to get drunk easily. Jaehyun doesn’t know that, and you’ve subconsciously been drinking more than your usual intake as your chat with Jaehyun goes on.

“Really? Why didn’t you say? I took psychology too.” You raise both eyebrows in response, closing your eyes for a moment. “Perhaps you can help me.”

Jaehyun leans in, his chin resting on his fingers that were interlocked. “Should we go somewhere?” You tilt your head, placing a hand behind your neck and rubbing it gently. “Where exactly?” You question him.

“Your home. Where else? Taeyong must be worried that you’re drunk on a work night.” You scoff in amusement, your mouth still open after you did. “And? It’s just a part time job.” You giggle, covering your face with the palm of your hand. Clearly, you already weren’t in your right mind.

You didn’t know how, but you blanked out. And somehow arrived at the rooftop of a run down apartment. But after looking around, you facepalm yourself in your mind, realising it’s your apartment’s rooftop that you’re at.

You had your head laid on Jaehyun’s shoulder. Turning your head slightly, it made Jaehyun look down on you. “Awake already?” He whispers, leaning in and making his face inches away from yours. To which you couldn’t help but blush in a matter of seconds.

“What time is it?” You scrambled around to find your bag to take out your phone but before you could turn of your phone, Jaehyun replies, “Two in the morning.” with a casual tone.

“Are you the type to wake up late?” He asks once again. You took this time, in your “drunken” state to snuggle your head into the crook of Jaehyun’s neck, finding a comfortable spot and breathing in his scent. A scent you could indulge yourself with all the time if you could.

You hum. “Yeah. Not gonna lie, I’ll probably be late tomorrow.” Your lips brushed against Jaehyun’s skin as you reply.

Jaehyun clears his throat, letting out a sigh. “Do you want to know why I always go to the same painting at the exhibit?” You bit your lower lip. Finally, the question you have asked yourself throughout the days when Jaehyun comes by.

“That one painting. It’s actually my grandmother’s. She painted it before she passed away. I found out about the exhibit Xiaojun was gonna open, and asked him to display for painting.”

As Jaehyun talks, you take in the atmosphere. The cold breeze against your skin. The night sky reflecting its moonlight onto the city’s streets and building. How peaceful it all felt, with the person you’ve been wanting this whole week the moment you saw him. You know how you got close to him, but it also felt as though you didn’t. Like a atring attached to the two of you, getting shorter and shorter till you reach this moment. A moment where you are so close that it feels like it’s too close.

“Her painting showed her own way of depicting love. I saw the other arts in the exhibit, it all had one general idea. Love. Different artists, different perspectives of love. Some showed it to be seen as butterflies and rainbows. While others depict it as something to stay away from, something you should be afraid of. Romantic love, that is.”

You hum, nodding your head. “I never expected you to be someone this deep.” You mumble. Jaehyun replies with a chuckle. A chuckle you have now grown used to. “I do art, other than psychology. But I stopped when I had to make more time for my major.”

“Continue.” You whisper. He takes a second to tilt his head up and taking in a deep breath before resuming.

“My grandmother’s painting showed both the good and bad sides of love. I knew her love life wasn’t a regular one. But I somehow was able to understand it after hours of just staring at her painting and its very brief description about it.”

You smile to yourself. You really could hear him talk for hours on end and never get tired of it.

“Want to know something?”

You absentmindedly wrap your arms around his torso, moving in close to get even more comfortable. It felt right just doing it. Surprisingly enough, Jaehyun wraps an arm around your shoulders, squeezing you close. Not too tight, not too loose. His touch sent constant electric shocks throughout your body. But it felt right. Just this moment alone, like time has frozen for you to admire it while it lasts.

“I hoped everyday you’d come to the exhibit. Just to see your face.” You say, closing your eyes as you feel his heartbeat on his chest, putting you at ease. You weren’t sure if Jaehyun’s drunk, if he’d remember anything you say. You did think of the embarrassment you’d have to face the next day, but you just didn’t bother.

“I caught your eye that fast?” Jaehyun asks.

You nod your head immediately. “You should know that yourself.”

The two of your laugh softly at the same time. This feeling, this moment. Is it the alcohol that’s doing all this? Is Jaehyun really like this or is it only when he’s drunk? Is he actually taking whatever you’re saying and can remember it the first thing in the morning?

You know you could’nt. Which is why you try to take in this night as much as possible so that it would be in your memory forever, dream or not.

“Let’s go to the exhibit together tomorrow. I’ll come by your house to pick you up.”

Silence ensues, this time it’s much longer. But as mentioned before, you felt comfortable, as though this is how it should have always been.

A sudden connection you feel with a mere stranger. Within days, you've formed an unfamiliar yet familiar bond with him, despite the minimal interactions. The world somehow made the two of you end up in such a cliche situation.

“Would love that.”