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[twistedappletree]

ngl i think one of my ex-girlfriends might be in witness protection???

[lemonlover1110]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Toji doesn't want another baby, and there's nothing you can do about it, so you come to terms with it.

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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Toji doesn’t get baby fever. Out of the two of you, you’re the only one that squeals around a cute baby. Toji already knows parenthood, and he’s changed way too many diapers and done way too many late night feedings to know that he never wants to do them again.

Babies are cute, but at this point in life, he’d rather just be an uncle. He gets to hold and play with the baby, but gets to give them back when an accident happens. Unclehood is much better than parenthood, dare he say. He gets to do all the fun stuff and none of the bad stuff.

He doesn’t really want to do it all again, and there’s nothing that you can do to change his mind.

“Toji!” You yell from Megumi’s bedroom, and the man walks to the bedroom, annoyed. The man loves you to death, but he hears his name way too many times in this home.

He sighs, leaning against the doorframe as you open up a box. He makes his annoyance clear as he asks, “What?”

“I’m cleaning out Megumi’s closet, and look what I found.” You hold up the cutest onesie, one that fit six month old baby Megumi, something that feels like eons ago. Toji raises his brows, a smile coming to his lips.

“What? Are you thinking of having one?” Toji asks, and he’s surprised when you shake your head. It’s the first time you shake your head to that question. “Then what’s this?”

“Shouldn’t we donate it? Since we’re not having a baby, we don’t need these.” You tell him, and Toji can’t help but agree. There’s no way Megumi is going to fit into one of these onesies, even if he truly tried. 

“Let me help you.” He says, sitting down on the floor with you. You look at him, perking up your brows.

“What came over you? Suddenly being so helpful.” You chuckle, and Toji rolls his eyes as he grabs a onesie from the box. Why does it feel so small? He didn’t recall them being so small. “Who are you and what did you do with my husband?”

“Whatever happened to you wanting a baby? Who are you and what did you do with my wife?” Toji responds, wondering why now of all time you aren’t blabbering about how a baby would be a perfect addition to the house. These clothes are just so small and so adorable…

“I mean, we agreed to not have kids when we got married since you were done with that. It’s just unfair of me to ask for a baby when I know you don’t want more… So I accepted it.” You smile at him, feeling proud of yourself for this newfound maturity. Toji’s glad you’ve come to terms with it, because he was sure getting sick of it. 

He reaches into the box again, pulling out a pair of socks. He purses his lips together before looking at you. He didn’t remember babies having such small feet. “I’m glad that you–”

“I mean what’s even cool about babies? They’re cute, and nothing else. Then you have to…” You continue talking about the cons of babies, while Toji pulls out more and more clothes from the box. It seems to be getting smaller and smaller. His heart gets weaker with each item and he fights back the wicked thoughts. He can’t possibly be having… baby fever.

“Babies aren’t that great. Never have I looked at Megumi and thought ‘Oh I wish you were a stinky baby again.’ ” Toji says, but he pauses when he realizes that he’s had that thought before, way too many times. You chuckle before you quietly continue your task. Toji chews on the inside of his cheek, when he realizes something that he wishes he could push out of his mind.

He doesn’t want to be the one to bring it up, but you said you were done with asking. The umpteenth time is the charm or whatever they say. Toji hopes that by saying, “Oh, Megumi was just the chubbiest and sleepiest baby.” You’ll come to your senses. You have to go back to your duty of being the wife that annoys her husband for a baby, and this time around he’ll finally agree.

“Yeah, they’re sleepy until it’s three in the morning, then they’ll wake up.” You argue, not noticing what Toji is trying to do.

“He had the cutest sneezes.” Toji brings up.

“Yeah, means they’re sick because they put their hands on everything and then shove them in their mouths.”

“He was so cute when he laughed…”

“Have you heard how they cry? That easily outweighs that.” You don’t even notice how he’s putting the clothes back into the box. You keep taking out the same clothes, wondering why he had so many of the same set.

“For fuck’s sake! I want a baby.” Toji finally confesses, ashamed that he’s the one that has to bring it up. Your eyes widen, a smile coming to your lips before you practically jump on him to kiss him.

You kiss him over and over again, and Toji doesn’t want to fight you on it right now, but he has to put his hand over your lips when he senses the kiss leading to something else. He tells you, “Not in Megumi’s bedroom.”

“Right.” You laugh out of embarrassment, getting up from the floor and giving him a hand to do the same. 

He’s never seen you use so much force before as you drag him out of the bedroom. But it’s nice to see that you hadn’t really changed your mind, after all, that makes his job easier.

[elliesfavbae]

Summer camps and dead mouses, Part 4

Summer camp with enemy to lovers Ellie Williams.

part 1, part 2, part 3

synopsis: Your so called enemy at the summer camp is totally messing with your head. Once she's the most angry person in the world, the other time she's quiet. You don't know what to think anymore.

pairing: mean!Ellie Williams x reader

wc: 4500???

warnings: use of y/n, swearing obv, usage of alcohol, reader gets slightly drunk, usage of weed, reader gets high, not proofread! lmk if there are any mistakes

Abby? Y/n?” A furious voice suddenly reaches your ears. You and Abby quickly look up, startled, and you instinctively jump away from her.

It's Ellie.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice is loud, and her jaw is clenched, anger visibly coursing through her veins. So now Ellie decides to talk to you? Just great.

“I— What…” You stammer, not sure what to say, but the blonde next to you speaks up before you can continue.

“It’s none of your business, Ellie,” Abby sighs, trying to stay calm. “I thought we’d already talked this through.”

“Yeah, we did, but I also know you're bad news for any girl you touch.” Ellie steps closer, now dangerously near you. Abby and you are still sitting on the bench, but Ellie’s looming presence makes you tense.

“Well, you didn’t have any problem with me flirting with girls a year ago,” Abby retorts, standing up. You follow her movements, standing beside her.

“And what’s up with you anyway?” you finally burst out, unable to hold back. “You hated me when we first met, then you turned into some silent lamb who couldn’t even say a word to me. And now, what? We’re back to square one? Is this some kind of cycle?” The words spill out, and it feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulders. Finally, you’re confronting her.

You study her face closely. Ellie doesn’t speak right away. For a moment, her expression softens, a flicker of sadness in her eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by anger.

“I tried to give you space, that’s why I didn’t talk to you,” she finally says, though it sounds ridiculous coming from her.

“I don’t believe you,” you chuckle, shaking your head. “You love bothering me.”

“Whatever. Mrs. Garcia asked for you.” Ellie dismisses you, focusing on Abby as if she doesn’t even exist. Maybe Mrs. Garcia really does want to talk to you, so you start walking towards the gap in the bushes, the one you came through earlier.

“See you later?” Abby asks, sitting back down on the bench.

“Sure,” you reply quickly, not looking at her anymore. You can’t help but wonder what would have happened if Ellie hadn’t shown up.

“So where’s Mrs. Garcia?” you ask, glancing around but seeing no sign of her. Ellie looks at you, her confusion clear for a split second before she quickly masks it.

“Right… her. Maybe it wasn’t that important after all. I swear she was just here…” That’s when you realize Ellie was lying. Obviously. But why? Did she see you with Abby and decide to intervene? That doesn’t add up, though. Abby mentioned Ellie was fine with her dating other girls last year. Maybe Ellie just doesn’t want to see her “enemy” happy—unless it’s on her terms?

Before you can voice your thoughts, you realize Ellie is already gone. Great. Now she’ll probably do everything she can to make your life hell, just like she did at the beginning.

You head back to your room, sighing as you enter. Olivia is on the bed, animatedly telling the other roommates a story that has them captivated, only occasionally interrupted by a loud “What?!” or “No way!”

That is, until the old wooden floor creaks under your step. Everyone turns to see you.

“Hey Y/n! Where’ve you been? We were just getting to the best part!” someone exclaims.

“I was with Abby…” You clear your throat, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “It wasn’t like that! I mean… we just went to that spot in the bushes—”

“Come here and spill! We need every detail!” someone interrupts, and you walk closer, taking a seat on one of the beds.

“Okay, from the beginning. After dinner, she came up to me, and we started talking—”

“Wait, I didn’t know you liked Abby!” another voice cuts in.

“No, I don’t—it’s not like that, okay?” you say, hiding your face in your hands. “I just… I didn’t realize what she meant when she suggested going into The Bushes. And by the time I did, it was too late; we were already there. She sat closer, touched my hair, and that’s when Ellie barged in—”

“What?!”

“Shh, let her finish,” Olivia says, cutting in.

“Yeah, so Ellie comes in, and she’s pissed as hell, swearing every other word,” you continue. Leah, sitting next to you, looks like she wants to say something but holds back. “But this time, she was furious. She dragged me away from Abby and then just disappeared.”

“Wait, so Ellie ignored you for days, and now she’s jealous whenever you get close to anyone?” someone asks.

“I mean, I don’t think she was jealous…” you mutter, feeling your cheeks flush again.

“Bro, she totally was. I think we’re all thinking the same thing,” Olivia chimes in, glancing around at the others. “It’s obvious she has feelings for either you or Abby.”

“What? No way. The only feeling she has for me is hatred,” you scoff. “And Abby and her are over. Abby dated other girls last year.”

“So how do you explain her behavior?”

“She just doesn’t want her enemy getting close to anyone unless she’s the one in control.”

“It’s not that complicated. Don’t overthink it.”

“Please, I don’t want to hear any more theories,” you groan. You don’t even want to consider the possibility of Ellie having feelings for you. You doubt she’s capable of feeling anything other than hatred.

The girls let the topic drop, and you sigh in relief. Olivia quickly returns to her gossip, and you soon find yourself engrossed in stories about various dramas at the camp, many involving people you didn’t even know existed.

That evening’s activity is a themed dance party, though the theme remains a mystery until the assembly. You’re given some free time to get ready.

“It’s crazy! Only twenty minutes to get ready for a party?!” you all storm into your cabin, rushing to put together the best outfit for the party’s theme—Glow-in-the-Dark.

Well, that doesn’t sound too exciting. You’re told to wear neon-colored clothes—great, like you had any. You settle on an all-white outfit, hoping it’ll reflect the light well enough. You choose a white top and a long white skirt, and Emma from your room helps you with your hair. You finish with light makeup and white eyeliner.

You all assemble again and head toward the sports hall.

“Y/n, aren’t you excited?” Olivia asks when she notices you’re the only one not joining in the conversation.

“I mean… I’d be more excited if I were thirteen,” you chuckle. “I think we’re a bit too old for this.” You love partying, just not when it involves wearing neon and dancing in a sports hall.

“Trust me, the parties here are actually good,” she nudges you playfully. “Come on, you’ll like it!” Her enthusiasm brings a smile to your face.

“You really think so?” you giggle, and Olivia nods. As you approach the hall, you can hear the loud music and see people crowding inside. The windows are covered with something pitch black, adding to the mystery.

Every step closer, the crowd thickens around you.

“Look, they’re giving out glow sticks!” Emma comes up to you, helping you put a few around your wrists and one around your ankle. “Looks cute.”

You finally enter the hall. The first thing you notice is the stuffy air and the floor vibrating from the loud music. People bump into you as you try to move further inside without losing your friends, which is almost impossible in the blacked-out room. The only light comes from glow sticks and the occasional par can or strobe light. The music is blaring.

When you feel you’re far enough in, you let go of your friends and start dancing. You have to admit, Olivia was right. It’s much better than you expected. The darkness gives you the confidence to let loose, and soon you’re jumping and swinging your head along with the beat. After a few minutes, you’re already feeling overheated and decide you need a break. You look around for your friends, but they’re nowhere in sight. You shrug internally and start making your way to the exit.

It takes a good ten minutes of navigating through sweaty bodies before you finally find the door and step outside.

Outside the hall, people are sitting on benches, sipping water from cups and gathering energy for more dancing. You approach a large water cooler, filling a cup. The cold water is a welcome relief.

You spot Emma talking to some girls on a nearby bench and head over to say hi.

“Y/n, hi! Come sit with us!” Emma greets you with a smile. You sit next to a girl in a blue tank top who you don’t recognize. Almost immediately, she rests her head on your shoulder and giggles. You’re a bit surprised until you realize something.

“Has she been drinking?” you whisper to Emma, trying to keep it discreet.

“What do you think is in those cups?” Emma chuckles, offering you a cup. “Have a sip.”

You giggle and take a sip. You flinch as the burning sensation of vodka hits your throat.

“So, you’re just casually drinking vodka with water?” you whisper, smirking.

“Yeah, Jason got us some, but there isn’t much. These cups are all we got… But if you want some, I think Katie has already had enough.” She grabs the cup from the girl in the blue top and hands it to you. “Just… don’t act suspicious, alright? You know, if someone finds out about this, we’re super fucked. I trust you, though.”

To be honest, it sounds quite ridiculous that some Jason brought straight vodka to a summer camp. Fuck it, you down the liquid as fast as possible to avoid the awful taste; you even chug water after, but it’s not the best chaser. You don’t know how much alcohol exactly was in that cup, but after a few minutes, everything starts to sound ten times funnier than before. After a minute of straight-up giggling, Emma tells you to act normal, and you remember now to be careful.

You decide it’s time to go back to the party. You take one of the girls sitting on the bench with you, and you both enter the building. The vibrations from the music hit you again, and you start dancing along with the girl.

You’re swinging your head, and your vision goes blurry. All you see are fast-moving lights from the party or the fluorescent sticks. All of the people are bumping into each other, including you, and one of them pushes you so hard you’re just about to trip when someone’s steady hands land on your waist. You can feel their firm grip, but they don’t let go once you steady yourself, and you take it as a sign to dance with them.

Normally, if you were fully sober, you don’t know if you would’ve done such a thing, but the alcohol has made you much more courageous. You start swaying your hips, your back still facing that person. Their hands start to slightly guide your waist from side to side, to the rhythm of the music.

You feel they got closer, their stomach touches your back, and their head is right behind yours. You don’t even think about what you’re doing anymore. You tilt your head slightly to the side, and you can feel the person’s head leaning into your neck.

They plant a gentle kiss on it; it makes you giggle. Even though the room is filled with the scent of sweat and that typical smell of a fog machine, you can still smell the mysterious person’s scent. It smells like leather, a little earthy too. Is there also a hint of some male perfume? You don’t have time to think about it any longer, though, because before you know it, the person pulls away and takes their hands off your body.

You quickly turn around, trying to spot the person whose body was hugging yours just a second ago, but it’s too dark. You only see dark silhouettes of dancing people combined with the fake fog.

“Who was that?!” someone screams in your ear. You turn around to see it’s the girl from the bench you brought here.

“I have no fucking idea!” you yell loud enough for her to hear through the music and people’s voices. You look at the girl; your faces are very close to each other, close enough to see her facial expressions even through the dim lighting. She looks confused at first, but after a second, she bursts out laughing, and so do you. You keep dancing and brush off any thoughts. Even if you had any left, the music is so loud it would have silenced them all.

Your legs start to hurt again after a while, and eventually, the girl you were dancing with drags you out of the building.

You spend the rest of the evening talking and laughing with your friends. Coming back to your cabin, you can spot many couples cuddling, hiding among the bushes, trying to escape from people's prying eyes. You remember one particular couple. It’s Ellie and some girl. Maybe they’re not cuddling, but the girl is sitting way too close, talking to the auburn-haired girl, and her smile is a little bit too wide for it to be just friendly. But you don’t care, right? You totally don’t care.

Fuck it. Why does Ellie get to flirt with other girls while you can’t even talk to Abby for more than five minutes?

“Hey guys, you can go to the cabin without me; I’ll get there late.”

“Okay, see ya.” One of the guys says as they walk away from you, and you stay in place.

You turn around to see the girl is now brushing a strand of hair behind Ellie’s ear. Just like Abby did to you earlier. Without thinking much, you come closer.

“Ellie,” your voice doesn’t sound too calm, but not really furious either.

Ellie quickly turns her face away and looks at you. “What do you want? I’m busy.” Actually, why are you even here? What did you want to tell her? Suddenly you regret ever speaking up.

“I just- What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Wha-” You don’t let Ellie finish.

“You don’t want to leave me and Abby in peace, meanwhile you’re flirting with some fucking random girl? You’re such a hypocrite.”

“I don’t wanna be dragged into this.” The mentioned ‘fucking random girl’ gets up from the bench and walks away.

“Great! See what you’ve done? You just scared her away!” Ellie looks at you; she’s still sitting on the wooden plank, and you’re standing in front of her.

“You’ve done the same to me and Abby.”

“I told you, the counselor wanted to talk to you…” Ellie’s gaze suddenly avoids yours.

“Bullshit.” You don’t believe any of her excuses. “I know you’re still jealous of Abby. And you’re being such an asshole if you’re flirting with others at the same time.”

Ellie sighs and grabs her nose bridge in frustration. “Me and Abby are done. It’s not about her. And even if it was, it wouldn’t be any of your business, understood?”

“Whatever.” You sigh and walk away, feeling defeated. You can’t help but think of the mistake you just made. Did you really do that for Abby? There’s a specific feeling deep inside of you… It’s so little, almost nonexistent. And it’s not pleasant either. Did you just feel a sting of jealousy seeing Ellie with someone else? A super tiny one, but still. Where did this even come from? After all, you hate her.

Maybe a little part of you subconsciously believed what your friend implied earlier; that Ellie has feelings for you.

No, no fucking way. You quickly push that thought away. You feel disgusted even considering it.

You take a deep breath and open the door to your room. The light is off, everyone already tucked in their beds, all of them exhausted from the dance. You are too, but once you take a shower and tuck yourself under the soft duvet, suddenly you can’t sleep. You’re tossing from side to side.

“Can’t sleep?” You hear a voice from the bed next to you; you almost jump out of your skin. Relax, it’s just Olivia.

“Yeah…” you whisper back. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Sure.” Olivia gets up from her bed, slips her feet into slippers, and you follow her actions. After a second, you find yourself on the balcony outside your room.

“So what is it?” The lighting is poor, the only source of it is the Moon, but you can still see Olivia’s penetrating gaze on you.

“So, well… I told you earlier that Ellie interrupted me and Abby, right?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“So, I just ran into Ellie sitting with some random girl exactly how I was with Abby.”

“What? You mean, like, super close?”

“Exactly, like I swear if I was there a minute later they’d have been already making out.”

“What! That’s actually so hypocritical of Ellie. If I were you, I’d have totally jumped them.” Olivia’s eyes widen in shock, then her expression turns into anger.

“Well, that’s what I did. I called her out, and she got super pissed off.” You sigh at the memory.

“What? She’s impossible…”

“I just wanted to ask… would you have done the same?”

“Call her out? Of course, she’s such a bitch.” Olivia snorts. “Why do you even ask?”

“I don’t know.” Of course, you know. You look at the view from the balcony. The dimly lit trees below you are swinging slightly from side to side due to the wind. From time to time, you can see one of the counselors’ flashlights in the distance.

Maybe you’ve just imagined it. You don’t have a crush on Ellie, and everyone would’ve done the same thing you did. You sigh with relief this time and feel the cold breeze hitting your arms, realizing you’re cold.

“Wanna go back inside?” You ask, and when Olivia nods, you hold the door for her. You silently crawl back into your beds and whisper ‘goodbye’ to each other before falling asleep.

It’s the next day. It starts like every other day here: assembly, breakfast, assembly. When you’re picking the activities for the day, a sharp pain hits your stomach.

Fuck, did you just get your period?

You try to finish the picking as quickly as possible. After you’re done, you almost run to your room. Normally, you wouldn’t be so dramatic, but you wore white pants today.

You lock yourself in the bathroom and… it’s not your period. Alright. Maybe you’ve eaten something bad at breakfast? 

Leaving the bathroom, you feel the ache pass; maybe it was just a bad moment. But no more than 5 seconds later, you feel the pain come back twice as strong.

You’re practically writhing in pain, crawling into your bed. When you’re there, the other girls come into the room.

“Hey Y/n. Are you okay?” Olivia comes up to you, concerned.

“Yeah I—my stomach hurts so bad. I don’t think I’ll be able to participate in anything today…”

“Wait, I’ve got painkillers somewhere in here…” Your friend picks up her bag and searches for a while, finally finding what she was looking for and hands you the medicine.

“You’re a lifesaver,” you say with a smile of relief. You take the pill, but it doesn’t work right away, obviously. The first activity is just about to start, but you feel too weak to even get out of bed. You ask your friends to tell the counselor what’s going on instead.

After a while, they leave the room, and you’re left alone with the pain. Fortunately, you feel the pain pill starting to work. One of the counselors even comes in to check on you, but when they realize it’s nothing serious, they let you spend the day in bed and leave you alone.

For the first 20 minutes, you spend in terrible pain, but it gets better with time. You even start to think it’s something serious, but eventually, the pain is gone. The activities have barely started, but you don’t want to join them even though you feel better now; the bed seems too comfortable.

You stay like this for a while, lying with your eyes closed, hoping to take a nap. But after a while, you realize you’re unable to. You carefully get out of bed, slowly, so you don’t bring the ache back. You leave the room, not even knowing where to go. You just wander around the camp. As you’re walking, you notice an entrance to the woods. It’s still on camp’s terrain; somewhere inside, there is a fence, but it still looks like a big area. You realize you’ve never been here since the camp started, so you decide to explore.

You’re following the main path, but it eventually comes to an end, and the forest continues. You start following a trail of trampled grass, wondering where it might lead. A few minutes into your journey, you smell something. It’s a strong herbal scent, a bit pungent.

What the hell? Are you smelling weed? Yeah, it’s definitely it. You swiftly turn around and are ready to walk away, because you never know who’s out here and you doubt anyone from the camp would be smoking deep in the woods, but someone’s words reach your ears.

“Who’s that?” You hear a raspy voice, a bit pretentious too. And you recognize it immediately. You even feel your heart skip a beat, but you tell yourself it’s because the voice took you by surprise, totally no other reason.

“Where are you?”

“Good, you’re not a counselor.” You hear a sigh of relief. You hear the rustle of the bushes and eventually a head sticks out of them. Of course, it’s Ellie. And when she realizes it’s you, her smile drops, but just for a second before she starts giggling.

Oh, she’s definitely high. She grabs your hand and brings you into the bushes. You don’t even have time to react before you’re there, with an old blanket, a string bag on it, a journal, and a half-finished joint.

“What the fuck is this—” “What are you doing here?” You both speak at the same time.

“Well, I was just relaxing a bit,” Ellie says, a smug smirk glued to her lips.

“I can tell.” You sigh and sit down on the blanket.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“I was just wandering around,” That’s the truth.

“I went like super fucking deep into the woods. There’s no way you’re here just because you were walking around.”

“I didn’t even get that far from the main path.” You look at Ellie, but she seems too deep inside her own world, looking at the clouds. “Whatever…” You sigh and look at the journal next to you. You pick it up, and Ellie doesn’t even say a word; she probably hasn’t noticed. You look at the page on top; there’s an unfinished drawing that looks like a female body. Suddenly, the notebook gets ripped out of your hands.

“This belongs to me,” a sharp voice interrupts you, “I was trying to draw… someone, but I think I got too high.” Ellie’s back to that mellow state. “I don’t know, man, this shit’s stronger than I thought.”

“What are you even doing, smoking at the camp?! You know they could kick you out.”

“They could if someone found out, but no one knows.”

“I do know.” A few days ago, you would’ve snitched, but today, something’s holding you back. You look at Ellie, her eyes wide in shock when the power of your words hits her stoned brain.

“So are you telling on me? Kicking me out of the camp?”

You stay silent for a while, thinking.

“Hm…” You want to say no, but first, you want to see how she will react, tease her a little.

“I mean, it would have been a perfect opportunity for you, right? You’d get me kicked out, never see me again, and probably cause me some problems with the law, too. Perfect revenge after I was such an ass.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you look at her, “but I’m not a monster.” You reach for the half-finished joint and put it to your lips.

“Pass me the lighter.” You reach your hand towards her, and she throws you the object. You light the end of the joint and inhale the smoke. You hold it in your lungs for a few seconds before exhaling with a cough.

“Fuck, it is indeed strong.” You’re still coughing, even tears appearing in the corners of your eyes. You take another drag before putting it down. A while passes, and you start to feel it—warmth traveling from your legs, through your stomach, finally arriving at your head. Everything around you starts to feel so much funnier, even Ellie’s face. You start laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Ellie asks with the smug smirk on her face.

“You are.” You’re expecting an outburst of anger, but instead, you meet with a laugh. For a second, you forget about the mutual hatred you’re feeling. But then you remember again.

“You know,” Ellie’s face turns to you, “if you weren’t such a bitch, you could actually be cool.” Fuck. Why are you being so nice? You don’t want to be nice to her.

“If you weren’t such a bitch, I think we could actually get along.” Ellie answers back.

“What? You were the one who started!”

“No, I wasn’t.” She was.

A few minutes of silence pass by as everyone is deep in their thoughts. Suddenly, you feel the wind on your skin; it’s starting to get colder, and you get goosebumps. Ellie notices it too, looks at you, then takes off her hoodie and gives it to you.

“You look cold.”

Wow, it’s the first time she’s done something nice for you. It must be the weed, though. You take the hoodie from her, and as you’re struggling to pull it over your head, you can feel its scent. It smells like it’s been sprayed with a decent amount of male perfume; you smell leather too.

What…

That’s the exact same scent the mysterious person had yesterday when they kissed you at the party.

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authors note: recently I've faced a family tragedy, I'm leaving tomorrow for 2 weeks and won't be able to write there. So the next chapter is coming in at least 2/3 weeks😓😓

Thank you for all the support I'm getting from you!!! You don't even know how much it means to me<33

[enneamage]

i remember your really great essay on the fandom's tendency to hope ccs are queer due to, in part, the uneasy relationship between male streamers and women. now seeing wilbur's exploration into famously queer media (i have never met a dude into tyler the creator who was not bi unless he himself believed tyler wasn't queer), i was wondering, do you think male ccs in the community are aware that being bi makes them appear more safe towards women? i don't doubt anyone's sexuality btw

For starters, I think that Wilbur is throwing a bunch of spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks in terms of a new public persona. What you’re looking at is still an indie softboy variant, just spiced a bit differently. Art Guy and Bisexual can be related but as I said in the other post, sticking morality, sexuality and aesthetics together as a package deal is a quick way to be misled. The thing I want to linger on is the evolution of the idea of a softboy, which was actually a fandom-esque tumblr term that was a term of endearment to fictional / irl boys before it became an ironic nickname to call out a particular kind of wolf in sheep's clothing. I think that concept cycle happens a lot. 

In the straight sense, men do have a motivation to try to get women to like them. While some people are remarkably bad at this or have no clue how to achieve it, others are a bit better at following the trail of an appealing persona and trying to fit themselves into it. Some of it is a genuine self-image desire as well, you want to think of yourself as an appealing person even without an audience, so you take the temperature of the culture and try to follow the path that seems to work best for your desires and interests.

Softboy / golden retriever boyfriend / himbo and the like tends to come from the imagination of women online when collectively brainstorming what kind of person would be seen as a breath of fresh air in the current Dude Climate. The issue with it being translated IRL is that once it becomes clear that people really do find these tropes attractive, people want to lean into the strategy a bit either as an exaggeration of their own personalities or an active choice to Not Be Like Other Guys, inviting inevitable disappointment when they have the ups and downs of a real person with traits, or are revealed to be straight up frauds. 

In terms of leaning into persona or aesthetics aside from sexuality, I want to bump this post by someone on the mcyt snark reddit that takes a tour through personas that consistently appear and reappear in post-2020 MCYT circles. I think the people love a persona (or imago perhaps) and a package deal of traits, we tend to hand them out for free when we’re forming our impressions of people even if they don’t mean to create one. 

Wilbur in particular has a lot of reasons to try and dress himself up as ‘safe’ for the time being, but you asked about the bi swatch of MCYT and I think the answer to the safety part is unconsciously, yes. I think that having an aspect of their experience being removed from mainstream straight culture really does put them in a different headspace than straight peers, but whether that headspace is actually kinder and safer in practice isn’t guaranteed in the way that I think both parties might hope. They probably notice that people treat them better or differently when they lean into the mlm part of their identity, leading them to do it more over time.

Again, especially with CCS, I think a lot of people hope that the bisexuality will lead to a long term partnership with a man or that their attraction to women would be softened into something less hormonally or culturally straight. People actively leaning into post-2020 queer culture aesthetics (because we’re not talking leather bars here) may also seem more safe or appealing by breaking down the dyadic “let me define myself by being completely opposed to you” aspects of really rigid gender performance relationships. Ironically this may also make them seem more appealing as partners in the platonic and romantic sense because it feels less like you’re dealing with a rigid diametric opposite. You feel closer to them by being under the LGBTQ+ umbrella with them, which also adds some motivation to parasocial attachment. 

[strniohoeee]

chris doesn't know how to confess his love to reader so he showers her with gifts and compliments , then nick gets him to finally confess

Adoration

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris is out of his mind in love with Y/N, but only knows how to shower her in gifts and compliment her. However Nick talks him into expressing his feelings….but will he?💌

Warnings⚠️: None this is so cute 🥹

Song for the imagine: Close Friends- Lil Baby and Gunna

We used to tell each other everything

I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings

Chris and I had been best friends for a good 2 years now, and it was terrible how we could not be separated. I think Chris just brought so much comfort and warmth into my life that I couldn’t let him go.

It’s actually weird that he and I got close when it was Matt and I who originally became friends, and then I became friends with Nick and then Chris. There’s just something different about Chris.

Apart from us being best friends I was really starting to like Chris. I mean it was so bad that I was constantly watching ship edits of us and saving them on a spam account….yeah I know, down bad, and delusional. I couldn’t help myself.

I think when Chris and I first met we kind of had this flirty little crush on each other, but as we got older and became closer it stopped. I wondered if Chris actually did like me, or if I was going crazy.

Chris had this bad habit of buying everything for me, like his way of showing his love for me was buying everything and giving me compliments. If I said I liked a perfume the next day he’d have it for me, if I said red roses were beautiful he got me a whole bouquet.

It didn’t matter if I said I liked something within 24 hours it was in my hands. Chris had gone and bought me all these clothes from a brand I said I had liked. And when I did a try on haul for him he couldn’t stop complimenting me.

“That looks amazing”

“You look beautiful”

“That one fits perfectly”

And if he wasn’t giving me gifts, he was showering me with all types of compliments…CONSTANTLY

Nick had even sent us an edit to the group chat that said

“Let’s count the amount of times Chris compliments Y/N in one video”

It was their recent vlog, and boy did he say a lot

“Oh you smell good”

“I like your hair like that”

“When did you dye your hair black? I love it”

“I love your outfit, let’s give her a round of applause”

“Oh look at that makeup..mhmm look at those lashes that shits fireeee”

“Y/N look! This reminded me of you”

“I’m getting this for you, you’d look so cute with this on”

“Fuck these bitches uppppp, give us a model poses mhmmm”

“I love the red on you, makes your skin tone pop”

In one fucking video…..Jesus their fans are going to think we’re dating.

Chris was struggling on how to come to terms with liking Y/N. He was so in love with her that he had no idea what to do with himself, so he poured all that love into gift giving and compliments. Nick however was getting annoyed with his younger brother.

“If our fans are noticing your massive crush, and are making edits of you two, I think it’s time that you open your mouth, and tell her how you feel” Nick said to Chris

“What do you mean” Chris asked him

“CHRIS you’re out of your mind in love with Y/N….everybody can see this. She can see this!” Nick told him

“I guess I never really realized how in love I am with her”Chris said rubbing his eyes

“Yeah…you’re down bad. Best friends don’t just shower each other with all types of expensive gifts, and outrageous compliments” Nick said laughing

“I mean… I guess you’re not wrong. And what if she doesn’t feel the same” Chris asked Nick

“Chris I promise you the feelings are mutual. I could see it from a mile away. That girl is in love with you” Nick told his brother

“Yeah I hope so, especially after the purchase I just got” Chris said going into his top drawer and taking out a red box

“What is that” Nick asked

“Diamond encrusted 14k Gold hoop earrings” Chris said opening the box and showing Nick

“Aren’t those the ones she’s been wanting since forever??” Nick asked Chris while looking at the box

“They sure are. I’ve been saving all my money these past few months to get them for her” Chris said shutting the box

“How much were they?” Nick asked him

“$750” Chris said

“OH MY GOD! You really are in love” Nick said covering his mouth, and Chris nodded at this

I was up in the podcast room fixing the microphones and the checking the cameras since they had to film today, when I heard someone coming up the stairs

“Hey” someone said, and looked up to see Chris

“Heyyy” I said smiling at him

“Whatcha up to?” He asked

“I was checking the cameras and the microphones, but this microphone is not sounding too good, so don’t use it today” I told him pointing at the microphone behind me

“Got it, ummm could I talk to you” he asked

“We’re talking right now” I said laughing at him

“No I know, but umm about something important” he said laughing

“Yeah of course” I said nodding my head

“Listen I really like you, and I wasn’t sure how to go about it, so I just gave you gifts and complimented you. But what I should’ve been doing was talking to you, and telling you how madly in love I am with you” Chris said to me

“You know I kind of had a feeling you liked me. I mean after all the edits I’d watch I started to think hmmm maybe Chris does like ME back” I said looking at him

“Wait…YOU LIKE ME” he said with his smile growing

“Chris YES! How have you not seen it all along? I am head over heels in love with you” I told him

“Get over here” he said, and I walked over to him as he gave me the biggest hug

“I got something for you” Chris said as he pulled out a red box

“PROPOSING” I yelled out

“Ummm no, but maybe we can get that arranged” he said winking at me

“These are for you” he said and handed me the box

I opened the box and my jaw fell…..the earrings I’ve been wanting for months.

“Chris….you remembered?” I asked confused

“How could I forget? I saved up and searched everywhere for these” he said smiling at me

“These must’ve cost so much” I said shaking my head

“Doesn’t matter. I’d spend all my life savings on you” he said

“God I love you” I said pulling him in and kissing him

“I love you more” he said

Chris helped me put the earrings on, and he took a picture of me wearing them, and posted to his instagram story with the song Close Friends friends by Lil Baby, and wrote

“Like Lil Baby said….we started off as close friends”

And then he wrote “and I got her diamond earrings….next will be a matching ring”

This set all their fans off. I mean the love we were getting was absolutely insane.

The End

I hope you enjoyed this one, and for the person that requested this I hope you enjoyed it as well🫢🖤

-J💅🏽

A/N: idk anything else about myself😀

[drdemonprince]

So I met a guy on a dating app. He’s also Autistic and we have a lot in common. Really hit it off and after some conversation he’s like To be honest I’m not looking for a relationship and I have someone else I really like but she’s not wanting a full on relationship either so we’re looking at ENM or maybe Poly but if that’s not your thing I understand. So I’m a bit disappointed but he’s sweet so I’m like ok let’s be friends.

Then it almost immediately gets sexual and we talk a lot about kink and fetish stuff that we seem pretty aligned with. Which is rare. We sexted a bit and it was great.

But today he told me he’s going on a date with someone. It’s actually a chick I also met off the the same app (I’m bi) but that didn’t bother me. What did bother me was that I got this instant reaction like upset that he was going on a date. It triggered something in me.

Not mad at all with him as he’s been super honest. But didn’t anticipate my own reactions.

So now I have to decide if I stop talking to him and let this go or if I try to move past it and enjoy the positive sides of our friendship.

We had tentative plans to meet in a few weeks time (we don’t live super close to each other). As a date but not a date.

Now I’m super confused about what to do. Especially as I really don’t meet many people that I vibe with and share similar “interests” with etc.

Just not entirely sure I’m built for the whole sharing thing…

Respectfully, it sounds like this dude fucking sucks ass at polyamory and doesn't know what the hell he's doing, and you're gonna get hurt.

First of all, he told you that he was poly because he is down bad for someone who doesn't want to be in a relationship with him? And so what, he's using his other dating partners as some kind of emotional or sexual stopgap?

That's objectifying and downgrading his potential future partners, including you, from the very start -- and it's setting you up to always be in the position of offering him temporary succor from the unrequited desires he has for this other person, only to be sidelined when she IS giving him a lot of attention. Sure, it's great he's being honest or whatever -- but the situation he's inviting you into is honestly disrespectful. You were disappointed to learn about this situation from the start. That feeling is an important signal! He's made it clear that he's not actually emotionally available and will NOT be consistent with you, and believes he has no reason to be.

It's also quite telling that after he established the nature of his relationship with this other person, he pivoted to getting very overtly sexual with you. This makes me wonder a lot about the woman he is pining away for, and what the terms of their relationship is according to her. (because if they're agreeing to get ENM or poly together, that's a relationship! Even if she says it's not a relationship).

Did she tell him that she cares about him but that she doesn't want to fuck him? Is she just less available than he'd like her to be, in terms of time and number of dates? What the hell is this arrangement between the two of them, how much of it was her proposal versus his idea, and where the hell do you fit in in all that?

If two people aren't fully sexually compatible and both parties want to explore sex and kink outside of their relationship to one another, that's fine; I'm living in that situation and it works great. But you have to approach prospective sexual partners with equal respect as you would your pre-existing partner (or whatever the hell she is to him, since they say they're not in a relationship?), and be clear about what you are and are not available for. It seems to me he asked you to be some kind of non-monogoamous, not-exactly-romantic-but-intimate "friends" with one another, and then tried to transition you into being a kinky sex partner once you expressed you could work with that.

I don't mean to remove your agency from this or act as if this is all something he is doing "to" you, because you expressed some interest in him and said the sexual connection is there. But... how much of this arrangement or how any of this is going has had anything to do with you or your stated preferences? Are you just going along with the flow because he seems nice and you want to see some possibilities there and for each new curveball he's throwing you, you're having to find some new way to justify it and make sense of it? What about what you want? What about your feelings? Why do you not get to determine what the relationship even is or where it is going, and he does? Because he's not getting what he wants elsewhere? That's not a good reason. That has nothing to do with you.

It makes sense to me, in light of what a mess his handling of this has been, that when you found out he was also pursuing other casual sexual partners that you felt jealous. Perhaps seeing him seeking out other non-committal, kind of formless sexual encounters with other people made you worry that you were being seen and treated by him in the same way, or that you were basically just a cog he was trying to slot into place for the time being. Or maybe you already felt on some level that you weren't given primacy in your relationship -- because this is a relationship of a kind! -- and now you have to worry about a whole other person who he has his own feelings for and agendas about altering how he relates to you.

You're not in the driver's seat in this relationship, hell you're not even really being consulted -- he's just making decisions about the various women in his life that he's trying to have meet needs for him and plugging them in and out of those roles as it suits him. The actual arrangement you all have entered into could be completely fine if all parties actively wanted it and had clarity and control over their own positions -- I'm a non-monogamous but *not* polyamorous person who dates people casually, and so i explicitly seek out others who are looking only for casual sex, that kind of stuff is fine -- but instead, this guy seems to be just making his choices up on the fly based on when he's horny, or lonely, or who is around and easy to get to.

I think you're giving a lot more latitude to him than he deserves, here. I'm not saying you need to dump him if you don't want to, if the sex seems like it could be fun you should go for it -- but on your terms. What do YOU want out of this connection? How do you see it? How much quality time, consistency, and commitment do you need? How comfortable are you with being non-monogamous and what kind of non-monogamy do you actively *want*? Do you see this guy as a friend? A casual partner (but a partner nonetheless)? A fuckbuddy?

There's a significant distance between you two, you two have been talking a lot, you call him a friend, and you call your plans to get together a "date." This is a relationship, whether he likes to admit it or not, and that comes with responsibilities to treat one another well and be honest, and to respect the other person's needs. And he doesn't seem to be showing any sense of responsibility toward the people he is in relationships with, and maybe doesn't even see them as relationships at all? He might seem nice, but the way he is navigating all of this is very selfish and instrumentalizes other people -- and so I think you should listen to that feeling you have of insecurity, because it's signalling that he's put you in a very insecure place.

Tagging in my homie @pastimperfection who always enjoys yelling about people doing poly badly

[4am-enha]

GIRLLL!!! I have already looked through all your posts and your writings are sooooo good :(((

.... There:(( can you please write a fluff, one shot of hoon and the introverted and unsocial y/n 🙁🫶

sweet (in)convenience.

note: i needed to get a sunghoon one shot out so why not! i hope this is okay~ thank you sm for reading my stuff!! and thank you to @euphoricfilter for helping me come up with an idea for this one shot. <33

tags/desc: (have you ever gone to the store with your parents and they randomly rush away leaving you in line by yourself while they grab something ‘quickly’? yeah, that’s what this is.) introverted, socially anxious reader and soft teasing sunghoon who does the talking for them. holding hands, brief kisses, reassurance, friendly teasing, short convenience store trip with sunghoon.

genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship.

pairing: sunghoon x you (y/n), gender neutral but term ‘passenger princess’ is used.

warnings: pet names like ‘babe’ & ‘love’ used a few times. very brief mention of a panic/anxiety attack.

wc≈ 1.6k, one shot format.

“What’s going on with all these people?” Sunghoon scanned around the cramped store, bewildered by the number of people as the bell on the door announced your entrance.

“I guess there must be some sort of celebration or event going on somewhere close by and people needed some snacks or something,” you shrugged.

He suddenly gasped, making you look up at him in wonder, “Or maybe they’re gaining supplies because they’re revolting against something and we’re missing out.”

You stared at him blankly.

“Okay, yeah. Let’s go with your idea.”

You giggled, giving him an eye roll in response. Sunghoon was quite silly, but he was really nice company. Being around him always felt sort of like there was a bubble around you, providing you protection and always making you feel so comfortable and safe no matter where you were, or went. As long as he was by your side, it was okay.

You followed Sunghoon around as he grabbed things off the shelves, “what are we actually here for again?”

“I wanted to grab a few things for that gathering I’m going to later with the guys. I’m pretty sure everyone is bringing some sort of snack. Plus, we desperately need milk in the house. We’re out again.”

Sunghoon quickly closed the door of the store's refrigerator. Then, you followed him into the queue for checkout. He had already gotten what he needed.

You sighed, “Well, maybe if you didn’t drink milk on its own, we would actually have some left for the cereal.”

“What’s your problem with drinking milk on its own? It’s good. Literally, don’t bash it until you’ve tried it, girl.” Sunghoon tried to do some sort of swish with his hair and neck, but it didn’t work like he had intended it to.

Your eyes widened with surprise and you let out a small laugh, “Why are you trying to sound sassy?”

“Did you not hear? It’s the… what’s it called? Oh right, the sassy man apocalypse, or something like that. Ah, can you also hold this for me? I forgot something. I’ll be right back,” he shoved the shopping basket into your arms, flashed you a thankful smile, and winked as he dashed off to grab whatever he had forgotten.

You felt a rush of anxiety, “Uh actually Sunghoon-“

You had tried to call out to him before he ran off, but he had left so fast and couldn’t hear you over the noise of the crazy amount of customers in the store.

“He’ll be quick,” you internally thought- trying to reassure yourself. It was very hard to believe since Sunghoon had just left you in the checkout line all by yourself with his basket of stuff and absolutely no money or preparation.

There were only a few people in front of you. You couldn’t help but immediately start to overthink it all. Another customer finished, leaving one left until it was your turn. No sight of Sunghoon yet.

Maybe it all seemed a bit dramatic to anybody else, but to you, this was one of the most terrifying situations to be in. You had really bad social anxiety and besides Sunghoon and those closest to you- you didn’t really talk to people much. At least not if you didn’t have to. People thought you were just a little shy, but you really couldn’t help it. You could barely remember a time when you had ever been comfortable in public alone interacting with people. These days, you brought Sunghoon everywhere with you.

If you had to interact with the cashier right now, explain that you actually don't have any money on you to pay for it, inconvenience not only the cashier but the customers behind you too, and have to tell them to wait- oh it was all just too much for you. Your mind spiralled. You were sure you’d have a breakdown.

You then began to feel the symptoms of a panic attack come on. Your palms began to become clammy with sweat and your chest suddenly became tight as if there was an excessive depletion of oxygen in the room or something like that. Your breath became irregular and on the brink of hyperventilation.

And even with all of this, you still tried to keep composed so that the people around you wouldn’t judge you.

“Next customer please.”

It was your turn, but you felt yourself freeze in the spot. A sharp ringing began in your ears and the environment around you became blurred as if it was all happening all at once.

A familiar pair of warm arms wrapped around you, embracing you from behind gently. It broke you out from your episode, and suddenly you felt relieved again.

“Hey babe, it’s our turn silly.”

Sunghoon had returned just in time, but you felt like it had taken him forever. You looked up at him with weary eyes as he let go and took the basket from you, putting it up on the register counter. He then turned back to you and tucked your hair away from your face and behind your left ear.

“Love, how about you wait on that bench outside for me?” His eyes scanned yours, feeling guilty for leaving you alone like that.

And so you did wait patiently as he checked out, paid, and came out from the bustling mini store. You got up from the bench and he instantly reached for your hand, neatly quilting the gaps between each of your fingers with his own. He had such pretty hands- you were sure they were built especially just for yours.

“I’m so sorry for taking so long, my love. There were these annoying kids that just wouldn’t get out of the way,” he apologised sincerely, “I would’ve pushed them over or kicked them in the back of the legs if it wasn't, like, borderline illegal.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed, still disappointed in yourself.

“I’m proud of you,” he smiled.

Like that one friend who can’t read a room for the life of them, a street salesperson rushed over and began to speak to the pair of you.

Sunghoon squeezed your hand tight and pulled you a little bit behind himself- protecting you and shielding you away from them.

“We’re busy,” Sunghoon brushed them off and continued to walk with you.

But they began to follow, “Just five minutes of your time sir-“

Sunghoon stopped abruptly and looked them in the eyes with a threatening glance, “I’m sorry, did you not hear me?”

“Ah, I understand sir. Have a nice day,” they had suddenly changed their mind.

Sunghoon stepped forward toward them, “Move.”

Finally, the salesperson walked away, leaving you alone. Sunghoon still held your hand securely as you continued your interrupted journey toward the car together.

You looked at him as you walked, “what was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“That just now- what happened to always talking to people gently, Mr. Nice guy?” You mocked him.

“That was an exception. They were annoying, and came way too close to you,” he grunted.

Eventually, you arrived at the car and settled yourselves inside. You were the passenger princess, of course.

You felt Sunghoon’s gaze on you as you put your seatbelt on. Your instincts must have been strong because as soon as you turned your head, your eyes met Sunghoon’s again- staring right at you from the driver's seat with a sly smile.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

Sunghoon leaned forward, inching close to your lips, just not far enough forward to touch them with his own yet. Still close, his eyes trailed back up from your mouth to your eyes, “I’m sorry again,” he whispered before finally leaning in all the way and giving you a kiss full of apologies.

It wasn’t really his fault, but you wouldn’t reject a kiss from him, no matter the circumstance. So, you just melted into it.

You could feel his smile widen against your lips as he began to softly chuckle to himself.

You pulled away, “what’s so funny?”

Sunghoon chuckled more, “It's just, I was only gone for like, less than two minutes.”

“So?”

“So… you really missed me then huh,” he smiled mischievously.

You rolled your eyes and softly pushed him away, “You’re so annoying.”

“I guess we need to be glued to each other,” he continued.

“Y’all hear something?” you asked an imaginary audience.

Sunghoon snatched your arm and grabbed your hand, “we have to hold hands forever. Sorry!” He kept teasing.

“Hoon. Just DRIVE.”

Later on, you were all snuggled up in your bed alone with your laptop, watching yet another winter movie in the middle of October. It was one of the best feelings, being all wrapped up in blankets and fresh clean PJ’s. No responsibilities to take care of as of right now.

The door creaked open and Sunghoon slid his head into the room with a grin, “What are you up to?”

You looked at the time on your screen and back up at Sunghoon, “You’re still here? Aren’t you going to be late for that thing you’re supposed to be going to?”

“I decided not to go,” he came into the room fully, hands behind his back.

“Well, why not? Are you feeling sick?”

“No, my love, I would just rather spend time with you more than anyone else tonight. So I cancelled,” he approached the side of the bed.

You noticed his hands hidden away, you could only assume he had something, “what’s that?”

“What’s what?”

You squinted suspiciously, “Hoon.”

“Okay, okay. Give me your hands,” he pulled out a selection of some of your favourite sweet treats from behind him and slid them into your hands.

“When did you get these?”

“When I left you in the line. I refuse to leave you empty-handed.”

You smiled, “I didn’t even notice.”

He gave you a peck on the forehead. Then, he slid into the bed sheets next to you with a huge cheesy smile.

“So what are we watching?”

end note: all feedback/notes are appreciated! thank you so much for reading ^^ !! ALSO HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE ORANGE BLOOD CONCEPT TRAILER? I WAS FLABBERGASTED. if you haven’t, you’re missing out. i’m so excited for this comeback.

[indelen]

This is my reread of the Lockwood and Co. Books, organized by @blue-boxes-magic-and-tea , I'll make a general summary of several chapters and then post bits and pieces that jumped out at me.

Part IV, Chapter 22

This chapter are all action and it’s where the trio really come together and work well as a team which, after so many hiccups and spats and disagreements is really nice to see. The one thing you broadly notice throughout this book but especially in these chapters is that for all his flaws Lockwood is the first to enter any danger. He’s the first to go down the secret passage, the first to go through the crack in the wall, first to enter any danger basically. This is not presented as something he does to the point of recklessness … yet. At the same time the first hints of conflict between Lucy and Lockwood are introduced. It’s here that Lucy first vocalizes her frustration with how closed off Lockwood is and how uncommunicative about his plans. George is more used to Lockwood's antics but as the chapter goes on even he has had it. And the way it's written sets things up for the next book, but also shows that Lockwood is not doing it consciously or out of distrust. His intense resolve, the ability to shut down any emotional response and put on a calm facade, are all so automatic it’s obviously second nature to him. Even after they all escape the terrifying room of blood his calm doesn't crack. When they’re held at gunpoint it doesn't crack. And we’re left wondering how he got this way and what will it take to break through that facade.

Odds and Ends:

Dozens of deaths in one room. Dozens. This is a murder room. People got locked in here before. Lots of people. One guy dies in a room is sad. Two is bad luck. Anything over three is a pattern. When you get to the double digits someone has figured out how to make use of some very angry ghosts to get rid of some very disliked guests. People got Cask of Amontillado-ed here. It’s why the apparitions manifest as they do, a sea of blood that floods every inch of the place. The Red Room is a condensed version of The Problem itself - it’s a supernatural phenomenon greedy assholes use to kill and manipulate the situation in their favor. To murder people, to control people and look innocent doing it.

Lucy is obviously a once in a generation Listener, that much is certain because we have a very specific measurement by which we can go by - she can talk to Type 3s - but Lockwood’s Talent is also extraordinarily powerful. Like Lucy's, it’s powerful enough to be debilitating. It's powerful enough to pick up on deaths of small, non-self-aware beings (RIP Little Vole of Sheen Rd.). Lockwood’s Sight also bleeds into Smell (like Lucy’s Listening bleeds into Touch). I'd argue, Lockwood is on par with Lucy in terms of Talent. But his is all factual, while her’s is way more emotional and empathetic. In a way they were always going to be two of a pair.

Lockwood blames himself here, as he is often want to do, but it was a fairly natural and logical to assume they would be alone in this part of the house. He had no way of knowing adults have a way to protect themselves from the supernatural because they made sure he and other kids didn’t know this.

I love how Lucy and George’s friendship develops in this book into a “each one gives as good as they get” dynamic. If there’s a snipe volleyed in one direction another gets sent right back in equal measure.

I don’t have a comment here I just think this is a hilarious passage and it doesn't get it’s laurels enough. I love George but he must be a lot to live with day to day.

No listen, the trust and faith Lockwood has in Lucy is so unwavering. From the beginning and despite everything. Stroud said that Lockwood on some level knew he was in love with Lucy from the moment he saves her at the well and I like that over “love at first sight” because it means that he had, from the first and no matter what feelings developed later, respected Lucy personally and professionally in a way no one else ever did.

The fact that Lucy had to save herself by jumping out of a window during the Mill case, and now, it’s six months later and she’s preparing, fully preparing to jump again and she knows it’s probably to her death. And she suppresses all of this, she barely talks about it to the reader or to anyone else in universe, because dwelling on it, going over it, especially at times like these would render her catatonic.

Ok so I think Lockwood is projecting here. This foreshadows The Room in Portland Row a bit, or more specifically explains how Lockwood feels about it and why he has such difficulty talking to people about it. Jessica’s Room is a place of intense supernatural aura tied to a traumatic event. And the traumatic event for him was so all consuming that I think he stopped seeing The Room as part of the house at all. It’s a place suspended in time, removed from the rest of the building by iron bars and wards and memory and grief. Life moved on around it, an agency was formed, new people moved in, time passed everywhere but in there. And Lockwood haunts the space. He’s the only one who can enter it. He is it’s only Visitor. Jessica never returned to the place where she died. It’s Lockwood that haunts it.

See this is the nice thing about George, you call him out on something and he’ll own to it. My emotionally aware king!

No mention of Lockwood's smiles this time around so the counter is still at 9. I'm going to end on this all round favorite though:

[coffins-flowers]

Day 7: Free day

I made a beach episode for goodbye (I promise, last story is sweet and lovely. Anyone who read previous ones deserves fluff and good vibes)

Thank you so much @femmescripter for doing this week with me, it was a lot of fun and still will be for me when I’ll read the rest of the fanfics you wrote! Also thank you again @shadowblaze001 for creating this wonderful week with great prompts. Also also good luck to our new meat in this week @king-charlieiii. we will watch your career with great interest!

Now storytime:

Summer heat came earlier than usually and that means earlier pool parties! Goof family was spending day with Petes in a backyard with big swimming pool.

PJ unlike the others was rather gloomy today. He came to Max in order to „have a talk”

”So where to start with… have you and Bradley ever had a weak time or something like that? You know, when you get annoyed or disinterested in each other?”

”Peej. You know us since yesterday? We almost broke up two times. Relationship crisis became our theme for a first year.”

”Yeah, but like after this whole time do you still have situasions like that?”

”PJ, what is going on? Are you and Mocha on a bad terms?”

”I don’t know. For some time now she gets irritated by everything and I feel like we’re drifting away.”

”Hey now. Have you asked what happened?”

”She always says ‚nothing’ or hums at me.”

”So it’s a tough one. Maybe she just doesn’t feel loved enough. When was the last time you told her she’s pretty or showed her something? I don’t see you making that often.”

”Why would I? Mocha knows she’s pretty.”

”Peej.” Max glared at friend with crossed arms

”What?”

„I guess we’ve found the problem. Of course she knows, but when you don’t hear it from your loved one you start doubting it.”

”I don’t think it works like that.”

”It works exactly like that.”

”Oh really?”

”Really. And I will show you the living proof of that. BRADLEY! COME HERE!”

Maximilians fiance started coming towards duo

”WHY are you yelling at me!?”

”Hi honey. You see, PJ has a little problem here. Can you show him what I mean when I say someone might know they are beautiful and still need approval?”

”Wha-„

”I’ll tell you the rest later.”

”You and your topics again. How to even show it?”

”Maybe on yourself and that piercing of yours?”

Bradley got red for a moment but quickly started explaining what Max had on mind.

”Well, I felt… really down one time… for a long time. Fuck, I can’t explain things like this. And well… it also felt awful that all of the couples around heard from each other what partner likes in them but I didn’t. I mean- I know we can’t do a lot of the things like ‚normal’ couples do, especially in public, what I mean is… even when I was telling Max what I like in him I myself felt like I don’t receive the same amount of attention, that Max is disinterested in me and I started doubting in myself. Basically I spiraled, other things happened and I got even worse - honestly I have no idea how you lasted with me through it” Bradley looked at his husband-to-be for a moment „-but it got better when Max once came to me at my worst and told me that he always liked my nipple and clavicle piercing and that I should show it more often near him. This… really made me feel better. So yes- telling someone they look good makes world a better place or something.”

”Thank you sweetie”

”No problem princess. Hope you’ll join us soon in the water. Now-” Bradley stretched himself „- I will go and do a sweet revenge on Pistol for that macaroon attack”

”Don’t worry PJ. It really works. Won’t solve everything but it’ll open a person up. Treat it like a first step okay?”

”I guess I’ll try”

On a next day Max got a message from Peej. The SMS read:

”It worked! Thanks Max!”

Maximilian couldn’t help but giggle

”Whats so funny Maxie?”

Bradley hanged himself on Max looking at his face

”Nothing, just PJ discovering art of sweetness and compliments”

”Good for him” Bradleys and Maxs eyes locked. Goof served a short kiss on the lips. Bradley made him taste much longer and stronger one. The strength however made the two fall on a couch.

”So… what nice thing you will tell?”

”I love you. I love your fluffy hair and your crooked teeth and your piercing. I love you whole”

”I love you too Bradly”

(Hi! Here’s me the author. Thank you for reading this short story/stories. It means a world to me! If you enjoyed it (or not- valid) tell me if you want to get a bit more from this story or ask me questions about it. Also I’d like to hear some advice/critique because I’m not native english speaker and never thought of writing something like at all. I did it only for Sasori week once and decided to cultivate my little tradition. Actually I never intended to make that story leave my head but here we are haha. I know that some dialogues are unnatural, because I had to infodump certain things, but what else you know. So again - questions, critique, continuation or not. It would be great to hear this all! <3)

[ncisladaily]

For anyone who’s tuned into The Pitt on Max, it doesn’t take long to realize that Noah Wyle‘s Dr. Michael Robinavitch is having a very bad day.

In a press conference with reporters Thursday, Wyle joined fellow executive producers John Wells and R. Scott Gemmill, as well as most of the cast, to talk about the series that remains in the Top 5 of Max’s most watched originals, both globally and domestically. Since he’s playing another harried emergency room doctor like he did for many years on NBC’s ER, Wyle was asked if he finds himself consciously trying to avoid any similarities to Dr. John Carter.

“This is a totally different acting exercise,” said Wyle. “This is building a pressure cooker hour by hour, degree by degree, ingredient by ingredient, playing with levels of fatigue and the inability to compartmentalize things that need to be compartmentalized. This has been a wonderful sort of psychological examination of one guy having one of the worst days of his life. The presence required in just that exercise, I haven’t even thought about similarities or differences [to ER].”

Thursday’s press conference on the Warner Bros. soundstage where The Pitt shoots came hours after a Los Angeles Superior Court judge issued a “soft tentative” against Warner Bros, which tried to block a lawsuit by Michael Crichton’s widow claiming The Pitt is an updated version of ER. Wyle and Wells didn’t comment about the court outcome; rather, they spent time touting the unique features about their series and how it can be wish fulfillment for people who’ve had negative experiences in an emergency room.

“We’re all concerned about what happens to us. We all have to intersect with the medical world and we’ve all done it with our own families,” Wells told reporters. “There’s a feeling of wanting to know what actually is going to happen. It allows us, in advance, to kind of live out our concerns. You want to see people like these wonderful characters that Scott has created and Noah is playing. You want these people to be the people you get in the emergency room, who are actually going to take care of you and your family. I think people really want to have that experience.”

For those who haven’t tuned in, each episode of The Pitt is set up as one hour in the day of life of a Pittsburgh hospital, so by the time the 10-episode first season has been completed, viewers will have experienced an entire shift in the ER. The cameras rarely leave the unit, except to maybe capture what’s happening outside where the ambulances arrive.

“The thing that makes the emergency department unique is that time is of the essence,” said Gemmill. “Time is such an important role in the ER. So trying to capture what it’s like to be in the emergency department, that’s the best way that we could come up with in terms of really being in there … The average ER doctor gets pulled away every two or three minutes to something else. So it was really the best way for us to capture that real visceral feeling of being there.”

One of the notable aspects of The Pitt is how the writers don’t rely on a soundtrack to jack up the intensity of a scene.

“I knew it could be done because I did at least one or two episodes of ER when I didn’t use any music, no score whatsoever,” said Gemmill, who was an EP on the NBC drama from 1999 to 2007. “You just have to write it in a certain way, and trust that your scenes and your actors are going to be emotional. You’re going to get that from what you’re seeing, with not having to be told how to feel. Or you know, whether it’s a funny moment. I mean, trust me, I’ve had shows where I begged the composer to save a scene, to please make this better. But I think, if you’re honest, and because of what it is in the ER, there’s no music when you get bad news. Nobody’s in there with violins. That makes it more real. As soon as you put a score underneath it, it pushes you back in the chair. Now you’re watching something that not as real. I think having the lack of score has a huge impact on the reality of what you are trying to get.”

[emilybahu]

I love 9-1-1 so much!

I have fallen in love with tv shows before, watching episodes religiously as they aired weekly. 9-1-1 has been different for me though, it’s become more like an obsession. In some ways that’s bad, it’s consuming my mind a lot of times and it’s distracting me from other things I need to get done. However, really getting into the fandom of this show has also been wonderful for me, it’s made me so happy, actually getting involved with other fans and talking to people the last couple months has been so fun! You all are amazing, funny, talented people and I’m truly grateful that I’ve been able to interact with you!

Now, I’ve heard about some toxicity within the fandom, Buddie and BuckTommy shippers turning against each other and fighting about what’s best for the characters. (Which btw, isn’t really up to us anyway)

I personally haven’t seen a lot of that, who knows, maybe I’m just ignoring it because I don’t want to see it. Either way I always try to keep a very open and and neutral stance when it comes to shipping. I let myself enjoy the stories, the edits, the fan art, and the speculation. However, I also try to stay grounded in the reality of what’s happening in the movie/book/tv show.

When it comes to 9-1-1 right now, between Buddie and BuckTommy I’m not picking sides. I like both ships the same, and I don’t think that’s gonna change any time soon. I really, really enjoy both ships! (Plus the fan fiction for both are amazing, so I’m LIVING)

Buddie is part of the reason that I started watching in the first place, Buck and Eddie are my favorite characters. I love them both to death, and regardless of their relationship status they have something special, no one can deny that! Their friendship is beautiful and deep, they do truly love each other, they’re family, they will always be there for each other whether or not they end up in a romantic relationship. I’m honestly just happy to see them together in any capacity. And yes, I will be happy, overjoyed even, if they decide to make Buddie cannon, but I’ll also be happy if their relationship remains as it is.

As far as Buck and Tommy go I was surprised when the kiss happened, but OH MY GOD… I was totally there for it! I’m actually really happy with this storyline so far, (even if the second hand embarrassment nearly killed me during the first date)I think that they’ll be great together, I really can’t wait to see them getting to know each other more! Wherever this goes, I’m here for it! I’m excited to see Buck explore his bisexuality with Tommy, and learn about himself through this relationship. I’m also excited to learn more about Tommy! And if they don’t end up being very long term, I really hope that they stay friends.

I’m really enjoying being into a ship that’s canon for once, it makes me really happy. I don’t think there’s ever been a ship (apart from these ones) that I’ve been into that have even had a remote chance of becoming cannon (Stucky… my first love!)

Anyway, I digress, the writers and the actors KNOW these characters, we know that if something felt off in the story, they’d want to do right by the characters. We know for a fact how much Oliver and Ryan love Buck and Eddie, and if it feels right and true to them Buddie will happen. If it doesn’t feel right to put them in a romantic relationship, to me, it’s fine because regardless we have these two men with an absolutely beautiful and meaningful friendship, and I’m always here for that!

All of this to say, all this fighting about “who’s right for who” isn’t doing anyone any good. I mean we’re all in this fandom because we love this show RIGHT!? Being on platforms like this is meant to bring us TOGETHER!

SO WHY THE HELL ARE SOME OF US TRYING TO RIP EACH OTHER APART BECAUSE WE HAVE DIFFERENT OPINIONS ON A DAMN SHIP!?

Everyone is entitled to their own opinions after all… so yeah, share your opinion, just don’t be rude about it. Putting someone down because they disagree with you doesn’t make you right… it just makes you mean. It scares people away, maybe makes them feel like they’re not safe in this community. I’ve seen it a couple times too, with myself and others, being afraid to make a post because of the possibility of hate.

In my experience you’re meant to feel safe in a fandom, in a community because you’re sharing your love for something with others who love it just as much as you do! We should love each other like we love these characters!

To conclude, all I need is for our boys to be happy, that’s really all we should care about here anyway. It shouldn’t necessarily matter who’s dating who, as long as they’re HAPPY! I’m really just along for the ride, I’m here for whatever they decide to do with Buddie and/or BuckTommy in the future. Buck and Eddie are my loves, and we barely know Tommy, but I’m starting to like him already, as long as they’re happy, I am too!

Thank you for reading my TedTalk…

Sorry if it doesn’t sound completely coherent, stringing words together isn’t always my strong suit…🫠

[kaitou-kid-my-beloved]

A Little Ghost in a Bowtie (@livmadart's Phantump Conan AU)

(Chapter four of four!) (Prev) (Ao3 link)

Ah. So that is why the pidgey thought they’d be able to get more information from Conan. Conan wasn’t just a bystander, an invisible pokemon that happened to witness the crime, he was the victim. Phantump was ghost type, and while ghost types often weren’t actually ghosts… in this case, the old legends proved to be true.

Heiji had run into a few ghost types born of human souls before, but usually those were old ghosts, with decades or longer experience as pokemon under their belts. The one in front of him, just a meter away, in pokemon terms he couldn’t be more than two months old.

Wow. Wow. Heiji could barely imagine.

It didn’t seem like Ran-chan knew- how could she? It’s not something people really think about anymore, and she wouldn’t have introduced him so cheerfully if she’d known… Heiji imagined for a second what it would be like, to die, and come back- only to watch everyone he loved mourn him… he imagined what it would be like to lose Kazuha, only for her to be right next to him and never know…

Well. Since it was him, he’d know, but if he didn’t have his ability…

Darn. He did not envy Kudo- or, Conan? He’d seemed happy with the name when Lucie had called him that- Heiji would have to ask his preference later.

“My memory after that is a little foggy, b’cause, y’know, head trauma, but I remember them mentioning that poison made by their organization, and then they left me there. And now I’m here,” Conan was still talking, and Heiji managed to just barely comprehend his words through his own imaginings.

“...Ah, I… see.” Lucie managed, apparently dealing with her own feelings on the matter. Conan looked at her for a moment, before sighing.

“Pidgey didn’t tell you who I was, did she?”

“No. No she didn't,” Lucie said, short and terse. Heiji wondered if he would have to stop her from finding that Pidgey, and beating her up for not giving them all the vital information.

“Whoops, I guess,” Conan shrugged, unconcerned. Heiji supposed that apathy was a coping mechanism.

“Hattori-kun? Are you alright?” Ran-chan asked, cocking her head in concern.

Heiji looked up- he’d become so focused on the pokemon’s conversation that he’d completely forgotten he’d been talking to someone too- frick. It happened every once in a while, and was always a little embarrassing to explain. Not only that, he supposed his face may have shown a little of the many emotions he was currently feeling.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine, totally fine,” He forced a smile on his face, mentally shaking himself off, and grounding himself to the moment.

“So, did you get what you needed?” She asked, offering him a wry smile.

“Oh yeah- I mean, yes. Yes I did,” He did his best not to look at the ghost of her best friend sitting in her lap.

“Well that’s good- I want to be of as much help as I can but… Well, Hattori-kun, I’m not going to tell you to stop investigating, because I know Shinichi wouldn’t have listened to me either, but, maybe be careful about all this? Don’t… Don’t bite off more than you can chew. For everyone else’s sake as much as your own.” Ran-chan squeezed her eyes shut, and held Conan closer to her. He was shaking- and he put his head down, curling his tail over his eyes.

Heiji gulped, taking in the weight of her words. Don’t end up like Shinichi. It was the opposite of what everyone had told him for so long, but they hit him right in the heart like no other message like it had. He could see exactly where being a reckless idiot had landed Kudo and for once… Yeah. He didn’t want that.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he won’t get into anything too bad,” Lucie growled, placing a paw on Heiji’s head.

“Well, it looks like your Lucario is on it!” Ran-chan laughed, standing up. “You’ll have to let me battle her sometime!

“Yes please, Heiji, can we do that?” Lucie barked happily, lightly cuffing him over the head as he stood up too.

“Maybe next time we’re in Saffron,” He said, in response to both of them.

“Hey, Conan,” Lucie called to Conan, who was still held firmly in Ran-chan’s grasp. “You’re a wild ‘mon, right? Meet us outside, there’s still some stuff we’d like to discuss with you,”

“Uh, okay?” Conan warbled, confused.

“Well, Hattori-kun, it was nice to meet you- though when we see each other again I’d like it to be under happier circumstances,” Ran-chan said, a light smile on her face.

“Yeah, it was nice to meet you too,” he said, and he really did mean it. She seemed very nice- the sort of person Kazuha would be fast friends with.

He exited the agency with Lucie in tow, letting the afternoon sunlight fall on his face. He took a deep breath, and let it out. That had been… a lot.

“You said there’s more you wanted to talk about?”

Both Heiji and Lucie jumped this time. They leaned against each other to let the adrenaline pass as Conan faded into visibility in front of them.

“Does terrifying people just come naturally to ghost types??” Lucie hissed, taking a few steps back.

“Uh, I guess?” Conan blinked, as though seriously considering her query.

“Nevermind that- do you mind if we walk while we talk? I don’t want Ran-chan to think we’re just loitering outside,” Heiji said, sighing at Lucie’s words.

“I don’t mind- it’s not really like I have anything better to do,” He said, voice dry. “Though I’m mostly going to be talking to Lucie, anyway,” He sighed.

“Not exactly,” Heiji shrugged, starting off down the sidewalk. Conan paused, hesitating before following.

“...What?”

“It’s part of the reason we wanted to leave to talk to you more,” Lucie growled, a toothy grin splitting her muzzle. “Heiji can-”

“I can understand pokemon, yeah,” Heiji cut her off. She took a light hearted swipe at him, but it was worth it.

“You can-” Conan cut himself off, his blue eyes blowing wide. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I don’t really know why, it’s just something I’ve always been able to do,” Heiji shrugged nonchalantly as Conan put a nub of a hand up to his chin, thinking hard.

“It makes sense- since Lucie said that you came to the agency off of a tip that I was there, and that I would be able to tell you more about my case- but you couldn't have known to do that unless you also heard and understood that tip,” Conan mumbled to himself. It sounded… really eerie, with his whole echoing little kid voice thing he had going on. Heiji could say one thing though, he was definitely a detective.

“That’s right,” Lucie cut in. “Usually while Heiji is questioning people, I question local pokemon, and then we share notes!” She grinned. “It’s a system the police wish they could have,”

“The police don’t have my ability- most people don’t have my ability, so technically the things I learn from it I can only use as a framework since they’re not permissible in court,” Heiji sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Skill issue,” Lucie shrugged.

“Not entirely true, pokemon testimonies have been used in court cases before- especially in cases of ghost types like me, testifying at their own cases,” Conan started, “There’s just a lot of hoops you need to jump through in order to make it work, including finding multiple different avenues of determining testimony, and seeing if they all match up to determine what the pokemon is actually saying, so I mean, you could,” He said, flicking his tail absentmindedly.

“Been doing research?” Heiji raised an eyebrow.

“...Yes,” Conan sighed. “Listen, if death can’t stop me, bureaucracy won’t either,”

Heiji found himself laughing, despite the dark nature of the joke. Lucie was also snickering a bit, and Conan was smiling, so he didn’t feel bad about it.

“Speaking of that,” Lucie said, expertly steering conversation both exactly where they needed it to go, and to the most uncomfortable topic. “The men who killed you- you said you saw them again?” Lucie continued onwards, completely ignoring the concept of tact- though, that might be best for everyone for now.

“Oh, right,” Conan nodded. “I saw them on a train- Ran’s dad's friend was getting married, so they were taking a bullet train to Ecruteak. Those two guys just happened to be there- so I listened in on their conversations,” He said, floating a little ahead of Heiji and Lucie so he could face them while they walked.

Man, invisibility must be nice. Not that Heiji was willing to die to get it, just… it would be nice.

“That’s when I heard them mention their codenames,”

“Gin and Vodka, you said?” Lucie confirmed.

“Right- and I also heard them talking about how there was a bomb on the train, which is why I didn't follow them off at their stop,” He said, his eyes going a bit darker there at the end.

“Wow, yeah that’s a good reason,” Heiji nodded.

“Yikes,” Lucie agreed.

“Luckily I was able to cause enough of a ruckus to get the bomb out of the train in time, but it was close there for a second,” He breathed a latent sigh of relief.

“That’s… yeah,” Heiji just nodded. He wasn’t sure how else to respond to that.

Heiji was a good highschool detective, sure, but he was starting to see why Shinichi Kudo was hailed as the best of them. Heiji had dealt with homicide after homicide, theft after theft after assault- but he’d never dealt with terrorists; never dealt with bomb threats, never dealt with syndicates, and never dealt with his own death. Kudo had seen and dealt with all of that, and just got up, and kept going.

He had died, and had still gotten up, and kept at it.

Heiji was a little mad at how much he respected the heck out of him for it. This was supposed to be someone he hated. But, well… It was always the name he’d hated- hated how it loomed over him, it was that reputation and the legend surrounding him that Heiji hated. But the person?

Heiji hated the name Shinichi Kudo, but he didn’t hate the name Conan; and he didn’t think Conan hated it either.

“Hey… Conan?” Heiji asked.

“Yeah?” The little ghost looked up at him, blue eyes shining in the sun.

“Do you… do you want me to tell her?”

Conan froze, staring at him. Slowly, he lowered his eyes down to the pavement. His nubs came to rest on that bowtie of his around his neck- and Heiji didn’t have to wonder who gave it to him.

“...No, I don’t want you to tell her,” He sighed.

“Why not?” Lucie asked, and Heiji elbowed her, just barely missing impaling his arm on her chest spike.

“She’s been through enough- she doesn’t need to go through… this too,” He said, his voice coming out in an echoey, pained keen.

Yeah. He’d been broken down, but he just… kept getting back up. Heiji really did find himself respecting this little, barely two month old pokemon.

“Well then… I guess I won’t,” Heiji sighed, putting his arms behind his head. “She told us to be careful, and we will, but I’m seeing this through to the end. And hey, maybe you will get to testify in court one day,” Conan snorted, but he raised his head, so Heiji counted it as a win.

“If you ever need anything else, you know where to find me. I’m a bit personally invested in this one, if you can imagine,” Conan smirked at him, and Heiji wondered if he’d made this many dark jokes before he’d died, or if this was a recent thing.

“Aaand we’re typically hanging around in Goldenrod if you ever need anything,” Lucie said, patting Conan on the head with a paw. “Just ask any pokemon, and they’ll tell you where to find us!”

“Thanks… I think I’ll take you up on that,” He laughed, and started drifting off back toward the agency.

“See you later, I guess,” Heiji said, sliding his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah, don’t die before I see you next!” Conan laughed, before fading away.

“Yeah, I’ll… Do my best,” Heiji responded, not sure if Conan was still there or not.

“So… feel like heading home and getting a lecture about running off to another city without permission?” Lucie asked.

“... Y’know what? I kinda am, actually,”

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Event | A Postman Delivering Your Feelings | Episode 5

*Page turns*

Tasuku: …

Misumi: Ah, Tasuku~. Are you reading the script?

Tasuku: Yeah. I wanted to figure out what was bothering me during the morning rehearsal.

Misumi: I see. I was gonna practice on my own later too.

Misumi: Since the theme of the upcoming event is “To Your Loved Ones…” and there’s the scene in the play where the brothers send letters to each other, y’know?

Tasuku: What about that?

Misumi: When I was reading the script and acting it out, it made me wanna write a letter to Madoka too~.

Tasuku: That’s fair, talking about this stuff does give out a newfound appreciation for letters. If you want to write a letter to him, why don’t you do that, Ikaruga?

Misumi: I mean, I guess I could…

Misumi: (But when I wrote to Gramps last time, I knew I wouldn’t get a response…)

Misumi: (I’m still kinda worried about writing him a letter ‘cause I was really sad when I didn’t get a reply…)

Misumi: Hey, hey, when you were reading the script, did it make you wanna write a letter to your older brother Fuyuki, Tasuku?

Tasuku: Nah… I personally didn’t particularly want to.

Misumi: Oh, okay~. Have you written letters to Fuyuki before?

Tasuku: I guess I might’ve written one to him when we were kids, but… As far as I can remember, I’ve never written a letter to my brother.

Tasuku: If I do talk to him, it’s only by LIME or calling him.

Misumi: Have you ever thought about writing him one?

Tasuku: Not really. He’s busy, and I don’t really talk to him frequently either.

Tasuku: So I wouldn’t even think of writing him one. Nowadays, we don’t really do things together as often as you and your brother do, Ikaruga.

Tasuku: I’m not really sure how to word it, but we’re just not the kind of brothers that send letters to each other.

Misumi: There’s all different kinds of brothers. But you and your brother seem like you get along well, Tasuku~!

Tasuku: Well, I guess we’re not on bad terms or anything.

Tasuku: I don’t know what you’re hesitant about, but… If you want to write a letter to your brother, I think you should, Ikaruga.

Tasuku: I’m sure he’d be happy to get a letter from you.

Misumi: Yeah, you’re right. I’ll write a letter to Madoka after the event is over…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsuzuru: Huh, there’s all kinds of stationary and goods lined up here. There’s everything from cute stuff to mature stuff.

Guy: Yes, it’s quite fun just to see.

Supervisor: You’re MANKAI Company, right? Thank you so much for accepting our request.

Supervisor: We look forward to working with you today.

Izumi: Likewise, we’re glad to be working with you.

Troupe Members: We’ll do our best!

Supervisor: Allow me to quickly explain the kind of customer service you’ll be doing at each booth. Please follow me this way.

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Sakyo: It’s almost time for the mall to open. Are we ready?

Yuki: Obviously.

Masumi: I’m ready.

Izumi: Then everyone please go to your stations. I’ll also be going around all the booths, so just let me know if you need anything.

Tsuzuru: Takato-san, Ikaruga-san, and I are in charge of the sales booth first. Let’s do our best to serve the customers while following the examples of the postal workers.

Misumi: ‘Kaaay! Let’s do our best!

Tasuku: Yeah, let’s do it.

Guest A: Hello. I’d like this letter set.

Postal Worker: Welcome. This animal letter set, right? Would you like to use it at the letter booth?

Misumi: Hello! These two letter sets? Do you wanna use them at the letter booth?

Misumi: Okay, I’ll only put one of them in a bag then~.

Tasuku: Since it’s summer now, how about this postcard that’s refreshing to look at?

Guest B: Waah, that’s so pretty! I’ll take that one!

Tsuzuru: Who are you planning on sending this to? …Ahh, then if it’s for an elderly person, these traditional Japanese patterned ones are a popular choice.

Guest C: Ohh, there are a lot of traditional Japanese patterned ones. They’re such calm patterns, they all look wonderful.

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Masumi: You can write your letters at the letter booth over here. Please feel free to use it.

Guy: We have free stationary and envelopes. If you’d like to use other patterns, please feel free to purchase them at the sales booth.

Guest C: You even have free stationery? I think I’ll write one then.

Masumi: Then please use this table over here. Feel free to use the pens.

Guest D: Hey, since we’re here, why don’t we write letters to our oshis too?

Guest E: Yeah, and it looks like they even have pens to borrow! I wonder which stationary I should use~.

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Sakyo: At this capsule toy booth, everyone gets to try a capsule toy once for free.

Yuki: There’s lots of cute things to win. Feel free to give it a try.

Child: Mama! I wanna try!

Mother: Alright, you can try it once.

Yuki: Okay, then just pull this lever to try.

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Izumi: (Since the venue is a shopping mall, lots of people came as families. It’s really refreshing to see.)

Izumi: (But all the booths seem to be pretty busy. The guys are all used to doing customer service, so it seems to be going fine.)

Izumi: (Let’s keep up this energy and finish strong with our performance.)

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here’s a lot of talk about how handsome Glen Powell is and how he’s bringing back the vibe of the old-school Hollywood leading man. But if you want to understand who he is deep down, just note that when he got the chance to write his own lead role, he made himself the dorkiest character imaginable—one who masquerades as a succession of increasingly ridiculous figures in outrageous outfits and absurd hair.

That was Netflix’s Hit Man, directed by Richard Linklater, a fellow Austinite who gave him his big break in 2016’s Everybody Wants Some!! We’re thrilled to have Powell as part of our 2025 Hollywood Issue. Here, he delves into not just his impressive string of hits, but also the lean years when he was a Hollywood nobody. If he happened to get invited to the party back then, he says, he’d have to smuggle in his own drink in a flask because he was so broke.

Vanity Fair: In Hit Man, your character gives a speech in which he talks about living on the edge, and how you’ve got to have some danger and excitement in your life. There are many things not to live your life by in that movie, but that’s not a bad message, is it?

Glen Powell: You don’t want to take all the lessons from it. [Laughs.]

Your filmography is very eclectic. You’ve got romantic comedies like Anyone but You, you’ve got big-budget tentpoles like Top Gun: Maverick, visual-effects action movies like Twisters, you’ve got indie-feeling, cross-genre films like Hit Man. Are you deliberately mixing it up to avoid being pigeonholed?

When it comes to that, the thing I’ve really tried to chase is a feeling, like, “I hope I have it in me,” right? I’m trying to do ambitious things that scare me a little bit, because when they scare you, it means that you have to rise to the occasion.

You don’t just want to do the thing that has already been a success.

I understand why some people would just play the greatest hits. But at the same time, you get into trouble when you’re trying to diversify for the sake of diversification, and you leave the audience out of it. And that’s where I try to be really thoughtful. I try to think, “Audience first,” rather than, “Me first.”

What does the audience want to see? How can I fit into a role that really challenges what I do, where I’m not settling into any sort of groove that feels too familiar or too monotonous? Do you know what I mean?

I do. You see that phenomenon all the time: Actors will have a number of hits and then suddenly get the chance to make something they want—and they make something that nobody else wants to see!

Yeah, totally. There’s always been this phrase, “One for me, one for them.” And I just completely disagree with that idea. I think it can be all for them, and it can be all for you, and you just have to be really deliberate about what you’re a part of. You just have to find roles that are flavors that you’ve never explored, or just because a movie’s smaller doesn’t mean it has to be unappealing to an audience. I find that there’s this interesting creative drunk driving where you’re like, “Okay, I’m going to go do a small movie for me, a big movie for them.” That’s not a plan.

People refer to you as a classic movie star. You’ve got the matinee-idol good looks, but you also have the instinct to make stories that don’t just rely on that. I think it’s interesting that the movie you cowrote, Hit Man, has you in all of these ridiculous costumes and haircuts.

For me, I’m just having fun. Hit Man is an example of a kind of movie that I really, really like, but also I got this great joy out of wondering if I could pull it off. The more I researched the real-life Gary Johnson, the more that I was like, “Wow, this is a tall order and not necessarily a natural fit.” Gary and I don’t share, I would say, a lot in common in terms of the way we orient our lives, and yet it’s really fun to step into the skin of someone like that.

It doesn’t seem like the kind of movie studio executives were offering you.

Hit Man was one of those that really taught me. The business—as we were selling it—didn’t understand what it was. We pitched it around town and people were like, “Oh, great, we want to be a part of this.” Then they were like, “Actually, we don’t want to be a part of that. Can we change that?”

And [director Richard Linklater] and I were always excited about the potential of what we were creating. It was unique and it was different. Audiences couldn’t get out ahead of this movie. It didn’t really fit into one genre.

To get to create that kind of story, you have to have status. Do you feel that there is a performance aspect to just being a lead actor in this industry? In addition to being in front of the camera, do you have to play a part in Hollywood?

I’ve failed for a lot longer than I’ve succeeded. I’ve really gotten a chance to see other people do it. And what I realized is, I think the trap is trying to fit into the mold of something like that where it’s inauthentic.

I guess what I was thinking about was the New York Times article in which you and Sydney Sweeney talked about playing up flirtatiousness in public, even though you weren’t in a relationship, because that’s what the audience of a rom-com like Anyone but You wants.

I think what people forget about with a press tour is that it’s its own sense of entertainment. I don’t think it’s duplicitous. For Twisters, I had the best time because I’m getting to literally live in a world of trucks, and tornadoes, and the South, and country music, and all these different things where I was like, “This is authentically all me.” Shotgunning a beer onstage with Luke Combs is press, but that’s also something that I had the greatest time doing. That was so damn fun.

It sounds like you’re saying you and Sydney would have to be actual friends to play up that kind of thing.

I love her. She’s the greatest. If you’re not having fun with this job, then I think you get burnt out. We just had a really good time. So we have just such a great friendship and really cheer for each other and it’s been a fun ride to do this thing together.

What was it like for you in the years when you weren’t in demand, when you were in your 20s?

As a struggling actor, there’s no harder place to live than being in Hollywood with nothing going on. The currency of that town is how relevant you are and what your last job is. It makes you oppressively self-aware. Where people can get caught in a rut is where they just want to continue spinning the roulette wheel without any thought of why. They just stay at the table for no reason other than to stay at the table.

How did you cope with having nothing going on?

Even at the darkest moments in that town, when I really didn’t have anything happening, you sort of have to lie to yourself, at least a little bit, and act like this is that chapter of the story where things just aren’t going right. You have to believe in the Hollywood legends of those people that you admire, the people that you’re chasing, that had those long stretches of famine as well. I’m very grateful about getting a chance to understand a lot about writing. I had to occupy different types of jobs that allowed me to understand how to finance things, and produce things. I started understanding a facet of this business that’s really serving me right now.

What type of things were those?

I’d hit random people up and I’d try to drum up money for other people’s shorts to turn them into features, or I’d try to hunt down stuff and pitch people to get a small role in things. In LA, you are really just hustling to just try to be a part of the experiment at all. People are like, “Oh man, auditioning must be tough.” And I’m like, “No, auditioning is a luxury.”

Finding an agent, finding anybody to talk to you at a damn party, having enough money to pay for headshots, these are the things that no one talks about. Trying to pay for acting class, and trying to get better. Auditioning feels like you’re at the party. You’ve gotten past the velvet rope. You may not be able to afford a drink at the party, but you’re in it, you can taste it. But so often in Hollywood, most of the time you are outside that velvet rope. Most of the time the bouncer is not even allowing you anywhere in the vicinity.

What kind of bit parts paid the bills?

That’s the other interesting thing about this business right now—how much it’s changing. The business no longer supports struggling actors the way it did when I was kind of coming up. I would do an episode of NCIS, and that would keep me afloat for a year. You know what I mean?

But only if you’re careful with the money.

My overhead’s not high. You’re not living a lavish lifestyle. You’re hiding a flask in your boot if you go out for a drink. You’re not necessarily able to afford anything significant in that town, but you are able to stay there. Those little jobs, like getting a commercial, keep life in the system.

What’s it like doing a small part in a big movie? I saw one of your credits on IMDb was a stock trader in The Dark Knight Rises, which is a massive movie, but you’re only a small part in a machine like that. What do you remember about doing that?

I remember everything. You never forget the feeling. It’s something I carry to every set I walk on now, which is just the reverence for being on a set in general. But I remember on Dark Knight Rises the feeling of being able to walk onto a set and you knew everybody in the world wanted to be on that set, right?

Even though it was a small role, I auditioned several times for it. I was getting to work with the greatest director on the planet, Christopher Nolan. And you’re sitting there and all of a sudden Tom Hardy walks in as Bane. It’s electric. It’s sort of out-of-body. That was one of those movies when nothing was going on in my life. I was just fighting for every inch. And when Christopher Nolan casts you in his movie, it’s a validation that’s hard to explain. And I’ve talked to Chris about this. We’ve run into each other at different things. I saw him during his amazing Oppenheimer run, and he’s very proud that he plucked me early. I’m just very grateful that he took a shot.

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Watched Marriage Story today, for the very first time, and had a lotta thoughts about EDTS Ice and Mav, especially their divorce-era. Wondered whether they would’ve genuinely gotten a divorce, if they’d somehow been married at that point. Charlie kinda reminded me of Ice: the benign belief in his own intellectual superiority, the self-pity, the willful blindness towards the reality of his relationship, the selfishness—not in the sense that Ice wasn’t kind or warm or loving, but in the sense that he really needed things to go his way (for them to not talk about anything). Of course Mav was no Nicole, he definitely shared his half of the blame, but I could totally imagine the two of ‘em having a huge fight that devolved into: “I can’t believe I have to know you … forever!” ‘Cause they kinda did: being in the Navy, moving around in the same circles, sharing an estranged kid they were both hoping to make-up with…

ok so part one of this ask not having seen marriage story: yeah i am 100% sure if they’d codified their relationship in words they would’ve broken up. like forever. letting all that anger simmer instead of boiling over is sometimes a blessing in disguise—if you say you’re together, you’re together. if you say you’re over, you’re over. no take-backsies on something like that. whereas if you don’t talk about any of it, the boundaries are a lot less definite. a blessing in disguise. i did (for mental torture purposes, and also for a prompt fill i [sorry to whomever sent it in] didnt hate myself enough to write) brainstorm that Bad Ending—if, say, Mav HAD been reckless and decisive and told ice “get the fuck out of my house obviously this isn’t gonna work you betrayed my trust & bailed on me at the second lowest moment of my life & conspired with a dying woman who is in love with you to ruin our son’s life in the exact same way MY life was once ruined and you blame me for turning you gay but you were already gay to begin with and You Fucking Killed My Best Friend And We Never Talk About It so fuck you we’re done” and went no-contact and threw ices shit out into the street and never went back to the hangar and changed all the locks and his phone number etc. and… say ice is like decimated for a few years straight, like numbingly and crushingly depressed, & then he meets not-his-sister-sarah and tells her the truth (that now he can realize with the benefit of hindsight & grief & loss—funny how loss always makes everything real clear all of a sudden): that he was in a long term relationship with a man with whom he was raising a child & with whom he was probably in love, and she marries him anyway, and obviously she’s not maverick and she doesn’t make him as happy as he did and she knows that but at least she stops him from being actively su*cidal and at least they can be open about their relationship in public and maybe they have a kid or two, and maybe he completely shifts his strategy and relocates to Virginia and moves his AOR to the atlantic instead of the pacific so he can get as far away from San Diego and maverick and home as possible, and maybe it works, and maybe there are some days he doesn’t even think about maverick or Bradley or goose, and when people mention the 1990s he grimaces and tries to forget, and he’s not ashamed of it so much as he is hurt by the memory of his own carelessness, and maybe he cries often and very very quietly, and maybe he gets his life back on track and before he knows it he has four stars on the opposite coast from the one he’d originally planned, and of course he’s not happy, but he’s never happy, so whatever.

Until. some event he can’t get out of. A mutual friend’s change of command ceremony or retirement ceremony or funeral. first thing he sees (like always) is captain Mitchell shining in his dress blues (like always). they avoid each other all evening, why bother trying? until someone forces them together, “weren’t you two at TOPGUN together? didn’t you guys kill all those soviets together?” and on and on, yes, we were, this is very very uncomfortable, until eventually they’re alone, and maverick asks, “can i buy you a drink sir?” but he’s staring at ice’s left hand and staring and staring, and it’s been over a decade but still ice doesn’t know how to say no to him, so they leave this joint and get a drink somewhere else, and maverick says, “how long have you been married,” and ice says, “eight years next march,” and you can see maverick doing the math in his head 2016-8=2008 okay, “what’s her name,” “sarah,” maverick laughs but feels bad for laughing, ice says, “we have a couple kids,” maverick stops laughing. “shit,” maverick says. ice says, “it was very difficult for me for a very long time;” maverick says, “what did you tell her;” ice says, “the truth;” maverick waits a second to respond and then says, “and what was the truth?” ice tells him the truth which is “well that i was in a long-term relationship with another man and we were raising a kid together and most likely we were in love with each other but it didn’t work out.” maverick takes a long time to respond to that and is blinking a lot and if you put your ear to his chest you’d hear that he is struggling to breathe. he says “and she married you anyway.” “she did.” he says “and You married Her anyway.” “i did.” Ice pauses then says “it was very difficult for me for a very long time.” he pauses some more and drinks and watches disinterestedly as maverick blinks and blinks. then ice says “so uh are you…?” maverick says “ive had a couple… a couple flings… nothing. nothing like.” and ice understands. maverick says, “why didn’t you tell me?” “tell you what?” “that you. that you and i were. that you felt that way about me.” ice says, “i did. i tried. i left you voicemails & sent you postcards & tried for half a decade to get in touch with the kid. did you not get my—did you not get my voicemails or my letters?” maverick blinks and blinks and says “i did get them but i didn’t open them;” ice says “well that’s that then.” and drinks. maverick says “how long after me did you meet her;” ice says “a couple years, i was deployed for O.I.F.” maverick says, “yeah, me too.” and he almost starts crying. he says “ice I’m sorry but you’re telling me ive completely wasted the last decade of my life and i don’t know what to do. do you love her? does she make you happy?” ice says “yes” and “yes.” maverick says “does she make you as happy as you were with me?” ice doesn’t care enough anymore to be dishonest and says “no. Of course not. but she made life easier when it was very difficult for me for a very long time.” maverick says, “run away with me. fuck it. let’s try again. let’s start over. no one else understands. come on. you and me. we always come back to each other. let’s try again.” and it is very very tempting. One of those watershed moments when life goes crystal clear and you can see through it. but only for a moment. ice is so tired and too old for that kind of adventure anymore. he says, i have kids, and i have a wife, and i have the navy and my four stars to think of, and i— he can be honest about this: “i want to. you know i do.” he pauses. doesn’t think he wants maverick to touch him. that can’t possibly end well and historically has not ended well. flinches away when maverick reaches out. he says “but i can’t.” maverick says, “i miss you more than anything. i want—even still!—i—please…I can’t…” another pause. ice says, “Let me get the bill, Mav.” so ice pays mavericks tab and they go their separate ways.

and maverick goes out to the desert to fly the sr-72 darkstar and pushes it beyond its limits on purpose and he doesn’t intend to survive but it’s his stupid too-good instincts that have him popping the cockpit escape pod ejection handle, and he lives by accident, like always, and destroys several billion taxpayer dollars in an instant, and without admiral Kazansky on his six backing him up admiral Cain has everything he needs to dishonorably discharge captain mitchell from the navy, so after 33 years of service to his country and 3 air to air kills maverick is unceremoniously dishonorably discharged and they kick him out without a second thought, and the Dagger special mission command goes to someone else and Bradley gets team leader and probably fails and probably dies, and atlantic fleet commander Tom Kazansky is offered the promotion to chief of naval operations and takes it, and doesn’t live long enough to meet his grandchildren, and that’s about all i have to say about that.

Now im going to go watch marriage story to answer this ask educatedly so hold on.

ok coming back the next day post marriage story and yeah you’re right i think it would look like that

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Movie Night|Wally Clark

FemReader x Nicole

Warnings: Death and jealousy

Summary: Wally’s been spending too much time Maddie for his girlfriend’s liking and it becomes too much during movie night.

“I mean guys! He’s literally drooling all over her like a crippled dying puppy!” I complain to Rhonda and Charley

“What does the puppy have to be crippled and dying?” Charley wondered “that’s besides the point”

“I don’t care but, maybe you should talk to him, or whatever” Rhonda enjoyed her lollipop, half listening to me

“She’s right and Wally is just helping Maddie come to terms with her death��� Charley reminded me “He didn’t do that to me, and I didn’t die that long ago” I argue

“Well we’re having movie night tonight so, you and Wally can spend a bunch of time together” Rhonda sarcastically speaks “I won’t be there”

“Yeah everyone’s picking a movie right now!” Charley grabs my hand and pulls me to the library

As soon as we get there I Wally and Maddie all buddy buddy on the couch. How could he act like this when I’m right here, has he no heart?

“Maybe this isn’t the right place to be” Charley tried to lead me away “No let’s stay” I oblige

“Are we gonna look for a movie or are you gonna watch Wally the whole time” Charley asks “Here’s a movie, Aladdin!” I held a movie in my hand

I wasn’t even sure what it was because I wasn’t looking at anything but my boyfriend and his new friend.

“That’s The Princess and The Frog” Charley corrected “Even better!” I finally look away “Mr. Martin we’re The Princess and The Frog” I inform as the man silently agrees

“I’m already dead so why does it feel like I’m dying all over again” My face falls into my hands “It might be because he’s laughing at her jokes right now”

Night finally comes and Mr. Martin sets up the projector and plays the movie. “Come with me to get snacks” I ask Rhonda “Why? You know I always ditch movie night” She attempts to decline the offer

“Come on!” I scoff “Jeez, you’re so snippy lately” Rhonda says as she follows me to the teachers lounge

Rhonda attempts to make small talk once we make it to the teachers lounge. “So…excited to spend time with your boy toy?” She emptied a back of chips into a bowl “Totally!” I get the drinks

We make our way back to the gym and the sight makes my heart stop…again. There’s Wally staring into her eyes and moving a piece of hair out of her face. I drop the drinks and walk out of the room.

No one to comfort me whilst I cried except the hallway walls. Heartbreak hurts way more when you’re dead and I wish Maddie wasn’t dead, I wish she’d just pass on already so things could go back to how they were.

“Hey” I hear a voice that turns out to be Wally “what” I turn back around “shouldn’t you be with your new girlfriend?” I wipe my tears

“What do you mean?” He sits his body next to me “You and Maddie” I say in a duh tone “Maddie isn’t anything more than a friend” He promises

“I saw how you looked at her and touched her hair” Tears start to fall again “and you two were sitting in our spot” I added

“That’s completely my fault! I got so caught up that I forgot what’s really important, you” He set his head on my shoulder

“Oh please” I roll my eyes “I understand 15 years is a long time and that you don’t wanna be together anymore” I tell him

“What? No I wanna spend the rest of my life, well…afterlife with you” Wally’s hands caressed my shoulder “Promise?” I finally look at him “Pinky promise” he held out his pinky and we shared a kiss

“Look at the love birds” Rhonda spoke sarcastically to which we giggle

Guys I haven’t posted in a while 😭that’s my fault so this is a little bad.