#we're supposed to be having a campfire and my one friend was like 'oh can we go to a bar too' LIKE NO WE CANT

[thatskindasapphic]

Why must every hangout require that we go to the bar at some point like they aren't even that fun. Why can we not just chill somewhere else

[max-nico]

Sonic noticed Tails glaring at him a few minutes ago. He hasn't called it out or said anything, after about a year of being with the kid he's learned it's better to let Tails come to him first. Though he will say his patience has been wearing thin, it's been a week of nonstop staring and cutting eyes.

Sonic glances at Tails with an eyebrow raise making the fox flush in embarrassment. For another few minutes Tails sits with his namesakes on his lap and his head buried in their fluff. Sonic gives him privacy and looks the other way, hoping not to embarrass him any further, he'd really prefer not to prompt the kid more than he has to.

"I uhm- I have a question. If that's okay." Sonic shrugs, reaching down to dig in his bag, but he's not reallt looking for anything. "Oh, if you're looking for the cans of chili we put them in my bag, remember?"

Sonic plays it off as if that's what he was looking for, it's basically dinner time anyway so it's not a waste to start cooking.

"Right uhm- anyway, what makes you different?" Tails asks.

Sonic raises an eyebrow again, asking him to elaborate.

"I just... We're friends right-" Sonic nods without hesitation- "okay good. It's just that the people back at Westside didn't like me much, so... So why do you?"

Sonic gives another shrug. Is he supposed to have a reason for liking him? It just came naturally. He had a good heart, big ambitions, and an even bigger brain. Is there a reason he shouldn't like the fox?

"Is there a reason I shouldn't like you?" Sonic signs.

Tails' snout wrinkles a little, "Obviously."

The hedgehog gestures for Tails to keep talking.

"I'm weird, and I can't brush my fur by myself yet, I talk too much, I take half a portion of your food, I slow you down I-"

"It's our food, and you don't slow me down," Sonic huffs. "Those things don't matter. Why would they make me not like you?"

Tails frowns, gripping his Tails between his fingers, seeming unsure of the answer himself. His mouth opens and closes as he tries to gather his thoughts into a neat sentence, and Sonic continues food prep. An anticipatory silence sits between them.

It's not until Sonic's almost done with the first chilidog that Tails speaks again. His voice is a quiet murmur under cracking fire and a few distant flickies, but Sonic still catches his voice and it's little sniffles in the wind.

"I can't understand how someone so cool can like something that wasn't even tolerated by its parents..."

And isn't that heartbreaking? Sonic could join Tails crying after hearing that. What's he even supposed to say? Is there anything he can say?

Sonic places a hand on Tails' shoulder to get his attention, making the fox wipe his tears away.

"Your parents were dumb."

"But they were the smartest people in the village! My dad was the head research-"

Sonic places a hand over Tails' muzzle to quiet him.

"Being the smartest dumb person in a room full of dumb people isn't the win you think it is."

Tails looks away from Sonic with a sniffle and huff, wiping his eyes again.

If Sonic could take it all away he would. Unfortunately, he doesn't have memory altering magic, at least as far as he knows.

"How about I become your new family. I can be your brother or something." He says on a whim, looking for something to make the kid feel better. Maybe offering a replacement family would be better than claiming the old one.

And for just a moment Tails looks starstruck. His already teary eyes grow large and seem to well up even more before he tilts his face down, his eyes glistening in the ever brighter glow of the campfire.

Sonic swears he didn't do anything wrong, but those tears make him feel like the scum of the earth.

"You're just trying to make me feel better... You wouldn't actually want that. No one in their right mind would."

Sonic crouches down in front of Tails, waiting for him to turn and look him in the eyes. It feels like an eternity before the fox actually looks at him, and Sonic grasps desperately at the patience he's never had, but is determined to find.

Tails' face fur is wet and sticks up awkwardly, and the eye contact he gives is minimal at best but Sonic will take that over nothing.

Gently, Sonic bumps his fist to Tails chest, right above where his heart is. "We're brothers!" He says, in a voice that's just as foreign to the fox as it is to him. The re in the word we're doesn't quite come across, neither does the br in brothers making the word sound like buzzers, but Tails seems to understand him anyway.

Sonic can't tell if the fox is surprised by him standing his ground or by him talking, but it's probably a healthy mix of both. He repeats himself, pushing just a little harder on Tails chest to get the point across.

Tightly, Tails squeezes his eyes shut. Heaving out a sob, dropping his head down to stare at the log he's sitting on.

"Okay." The fox mumbles, "Let's be brothers."

Yooooo guess who finally wrote something !!! (Hint, it's me !!!) After receiving some of the most devastating news of my life, I decided to write some hurt comfort !!! Welcome back unbreakable bond fans, I'm glad I could keep us all fed this winter's night !!! I have so many unfinished drafts but take this, and thanks for reading !!!

This is NOT ship content. I am under the same name on AO3, and will post this there soon ! Come hit up my DMs or my askbox for now !! Toodles !!

[chimachapterbooks]

Fear of Fire

It was evening in Chima.

Light from the campfire flickered across Laval's face as he and his friends mapped out their latest strategy to battle the Hunters.

It was a good plan: use Fire CHI to scatter the Saber Tooth Tigers and Mammoths into smaller groups. That way, it would be easier to defend against them.

There was just one problem.

"I said no," snarled Worriz. "Do you need me to spell it? N-O."

Laval sighed. It was the fifth plan using Fire CHI that Worriz had shot down.

"So, what's your great idea?" snapped Cragger. "Growl at them? Yeah, that will send the Hunters running."

"Hey, my Wolf Pack can scare anyone off!" Worriz replied hotly.

"Sure, 'cause no one wants to catch your fleas," snorted Cragger.

"Guys!" Laval cut in. "We're supposed to be planning an attack on the Hunters, not fighting with each other- so knock it off!!!”

"Oh, I’ve had enough," grumbled Cragger, getting to his feet. "Every time we try to map out a strategy, old fur-and-claws here says no."

"Maybe Worriz has a good reason," Eris said.

Everyone looked at the Wolf, waiting for him to explain.

But Worriz’s only response was "Count me out, and the Wolves with me." Then he rose and walked away.

"He's chicken," said Cragger. "We should just go ahead without him and his pack."

It was hard not to think that Cragger was right. What other reason could there be for Worriz's behavior? Now that the tribes had the Fire CHI, they had a real chance to defeat the Hunters. But Worriz didn't seem to want to attack.

"Wolves are known for many things, my friend," said Razar. "But fear is not one of them."

"Well, something is bothering him," said Laval, standing up. "And I am going to find out what it is."

"Do you need our help?" asked Eris.

Laval shook his head.

"I think I'd better handle this by myself, pride leader to pack leader."

Laval followed Worriz all the way back to where the Wolf Pack had made camp. He found the Wolves pacing restlessly. Laval decided to stay downwind so the Pack wouldn't pick up his scent just yet. The night breeze carried their conversations to where Laval hid behind a bush.

"When are we going to fight?"

"What's all this sitting around for?"

"Are we Wolves or not?"

"You know, if you are going to spy on us, you might make a little less noise on your approach."

Laval jumped. That voice had come from behind him. It belonged to Windra, the white Wolf. She smiled menacingly.

"I was just ... well ... yes, I was eavesdropping," said Laval. "I needed to know—"

"Why the Wolves won't fight the way you want us to?" Windra finished for him. "Come with me."

Laval followed Windra quietly around the pack's makeshift camp. Well away from here the Wolves were talking, Windra showed Laval a pile of Fire CHI. It looked like the Wolf Tribe had never used any of the Fire CHI they had been given by the Phoenix Tribe.

"It's the only weapon powerful enough to defeat the Hunters," said Windra, "but Worriz won't let us use it. He won't even tell us why. Now that you know, maybe you can change his mind."

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The next day, Laval took Worriz aside. "We have something to do."

"What?" grumbled the Wolf.

"Eris was just on a scouting mission. She spotted some Saber Tooth Tigers on the move. It looked like they were going to attack the Wolf Pack camp from the east. If we move fast, we can cut them off."

"Just the two of us?" Worriz asked. "Not that I mind getting my paws dirty, but two against Tigers seems a little nuts."

"Don't worry. We have this," Laval said, producing an orb of Fire CHI.

Worriz looked like he had smelled something bad.

"Not for me, thanks."

"Then I'll use it," said Laval. "Let's go."

The two warriors slipped out of camp. They moved as quietly as they could through the forest, watching for Hunters or any other threat. After a while, Laval spotted what he had come for: a huge pile of ice blocks across the forest path.

"I thought I heard something behind us," said the Lion.

"Im going to go check it out. Here, you use the Fire CHI to melt that ice barrier."

Worriz frowned. "Why can't we just climb over it?"

"We don't have time," Laval replied. "Just melt it"

Laval ran off, leaving Worriz holding the Fire CHI as far away from his body as he could. The Lion was sure Worriz would use the CHI if he thought the safety of his tribe was at stake. And after that, all the Wolves would be able to use it. There weren't actually any Saber Tooths anywhere around-it was all just a trick. A pretty clever one, Laval thought.

I'll just go around that bend and that will be far enough.

Then I'll turn back, thought the Lion. He jogged around a patch of trees... and found himself staring right at four Saber Tooth Tigers!

Their eyes widened at the sight of him and fierce smiles crossed their lips. Laval made a U-turn and ran as fast as he could back toward Worriz.

The Wolf was stil looking back and forth between the fire CHI and the ice blocks when Laval returned.

"Go! Move! Run!" yelled Laval. "Saber Tooths!"

Worriz started scrambling up the pile of ice. "I thought you said they were coming from the east."

"Those were made-up Tigers," Laval said, climbing rapidly up the barrier. "These are real!"

They made it to the top and didn't take time to look back. They half climbed, half slid down the other side.

"We need to lead them away from our camps," said Laval.

"There's high ground just ahead," said Worriz. "Maybe we can hold them off from there. It's just past the river."

Laval suddenly slowed. "The river?"

"Yeah. What are you waiting for?"

"Me and water... don't get along," said Laval. "I really, really don't like it."

"You mean like how I don't like Fire CHI?" Worriz sneered. "I really don't like it, either. But you keep trying to make me use it."

Behind them, the Saber Tooths had reached the top of the ice barrier.

"We'd better move," said Laval. "Find a place where one of us can CHI up."

"It’ll be you," said Worriz. "Fire and I don't get along."

"I don't get it." Laval cried as they ran. "Wolves use torches and campfires all the time."

"That’s different!" Worriz leapt over a frozen tree trunk.

"This Fire CHI is real power, blasting from your hands and roasting everything around you. I... I don't know if i can control it."

They had reached the riverbank now. The partially frozen water flowed just quickly enough to make Laval shudder. He looked over his shoulder. The Tigers were gaining.

"All right, listen. We need to lead them to the high ground away from our camps so we can fend them off. I’m going to swim across the river even if it terrifies me, because I have to. I'm not going to let down my tribe. And once we're on the other side, I'll use the Fire CHI and drive the tigers off."

Without another word, Laval plunged into the icy water.

Worriz was surprised to find himself actually feeling real respect for the Lion. But with Saber Tooths breathing down his neck, there was no time to get all warm and fuzzy. Worriz followed him in.

The half-frozen water swirled around them.

"Come on," Laval gasped, shivering in the freezing cold. "We're almost there—"

Suddenly, a chunk of ice snagged Lava's cape and dragged him down! In a splash, the Lion disappeared beneath the swirling ice and waves!

Worriz swam hard to the spot where the Lion had sunk and dove under. He reached blindly, his lungs burning from the strain of holding his breath. Finally, he felt Laval's mane. He grabbed a furry fistful and pulled as hard as he could. Laval popped up over the surface, coughing and sputtering.

Together, they made it to the other side of the river.

But Laval was exhausted and shivering badly.

"Use the CHI!" Laval gasped. "I can't do it now. Use it or the Tigers will get us both-and maybe our tribes, too!”

Worriz looked hard at Laval, and then at the Tigers, who were already halfway across the river. Then he shut his eyes and plugged the CHI Orb into his harness.

Instantly, he felt a fiery surge of energy filling his whole body. He had the power, but more than that, he was in control of it.

The Wolf opened his eyes and snarled at the Tigers. "Oh, are you boys going to be sorry."

Unleashing his new energy, Worriz created a wall of flame in front of the Saber Tooths. They immediately backed off.

"What's the matter?" yelled Worriz. "Not afraid of a little fire, are you?"

Without waiting for an answer, the Wolf helped Laval to his feet and the two ran off as fast as they could back to the camps.

Later that night, Worriz came up to Laval by the campfire. "Wolves don't say thank you, so that's not what I'm saying," he said. "Okay, maybe you helped me out back there... a little … but this isn't a thank you."

"Okay," said Laval, grinning.

"I just have one question," Worriz said. "Did you really run into trouble in that river? Or was that just another way to get me to use the Fire CHI?"

"Oh, that." Laval chuckled. "I don't know if I could have made it across on my own or not. But I do know one thing. I’m glad I was able to count on you when it mattered the most”

[minthara]

i extracted files and searched for Minthara's name, some snippets (I sadly cant see who says them AND its really hard to tell one line from another) and it shows the romance is either bugged or they cut it out of the game

its all jumbled up, so theres 100 % more i cant find, but it doesnt mention her name. i did not add lines i personally encountered in game

SPOILERS

pregnancy

So, Minthara has one in the proverbial oven?

I hope we're not finished with our current labours before Minthara drops her egg. War is the perfect nursery for a child.

Minthara with child… Somehow I can't picture her sitting around the campfire, knitting baby booties…

Minthara's pregnant. A new life, a little one, sprung from all this fuckin' chaos.

companions about/to minthara (GUESSED BY ME!! IT DOESNT SAY WHO!!)

It's funny seeing you so smitten, Minthara. Didn't think you were able.

How curious - I've only ever known Minthara to moan with pleasure when somebody's losing a limb.

So, you and Minthara, is it? I suppose that little spark we shared has been snuffed out then. I don't blame you though - she is a… compelling prospect.

And you're carousing with Minthara.

Not interested in Minthara's leftovers, I'm afraid.

Any doubts about falling for a foe, Minthara? Or does that just add spice to things?

Minthara's something of a closed book, but I suspect a heart of gold lurks beneath that stern countenance.

So. You and Minthara. Wow. Impressive.

I bet Minthara is fun.

To choose Minthara over, well, anyone… It's certainly a brave decision. One might hazard to say reckless. Stupid. Fatal…

I hope you and Minthara are very happy together. Or miserable. Whatever she prefers.

Right. Well, far be it for me to stand in the way of true love. Or anything else Minthara wants, for that matter.

What about Minthara? Weren't you guys in some kind of horrific power play masquerading as romance?

Hey, so, what's romance like in the Underdark, Minthara?

And you favour Minthara, no less. I thought you valued yourself. Minthara certainly doesn't.

pc to/about minthara (GUESSED BY ME!! IT DOESNT SAY WHO!!)

Amorous passions usually make people more considerate, Minthara. Kinder. Sympathetic. Better at cooperating.

Even my people know the value of a carefully crafted coalition, Minthara. Is our own alliance not a case in point?

Who do you love, Minthara?

I'm yours, Minthara.

I've decided to pursue a relationship with Minthara. I thought you should know.

You've judged my affections wrongly - I am much closer to Minthara!

It was only sex, Minthara. Do you have to be so dramatic?

I'll do it. Just please - don't hurt Minthara.

Yes. I'm yours, Minthara.

She comes in here, into our camp, and lays hands on my Minthara?!

We'll find your family, Minthara. And slaughter them. Would you enjoy that?

You think I'm beautiful? Oh, Minthara.

narrator (GUESSED BY ME!! IT DOESNT SAY WHO!!)

You slept with the drow Minthara. You pleased her.

The guard is happy to let you pass - Minthara is rather less happy about your choice of words.

You slip into Minthara's mind while all her attention is focused on saving her own skin. You can feel her guilt everywhere, writhing and churning. All it takes is one little push…

idk

Who knows how long the real Minthara has been strapped to Orin's altar? We owe it to her to bring her back safely. She would do no less for you or I.

You're that True Soul that's been chumming around with Minthara, aren't you?

Care to share any of Minthara's weaknesses? Or would it take too long to go through them all?

And Minthara is - eh. A friend of yours, I am sure.

Distract her with thoughts of your night with Minthara.

Orin, masquerading as Minthara… That certainly explains her vociferous antipathy towards me.

And what more beautiful terror can there be than that wrought by Minthara and her love?

Why so surprised? Minthara murdered her way out of the womb.

I'm glad to know you have a softer side, Minthara. I was beginning to think you rather heartless.

Minthara Baenre. It is fair to say her intimacy is not easily won. Nevertheless, I did. Tried. (ORIN??)

My good friend Minthara is the funniest person I know.

Orin thinks Minthara's abduction is an ultimatum to kill Gortash.

status

Partnered with Minthara

Orin abducted Minthara. She told us that she'll release her if we kill Gortash.

Minthara is in Orin's clutches.

searching for "baenre"

It is true. Surface food lacks flavour. House Baenre banquets were legendary.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Firegleam

So I spent awhile backtracking just for kicks. Some of it was worth it. Some of it ... not so much.

There is supposed to be a big chunk of green shiny out by Sylens' lab but I cannot get up there to find out. I will look later when I don't have so much firegleam to ignite. But lemme see what's over actually behind that firegleam deposit in Sylens' 'lab space', for lack of a better word.

Well, mildly underwhelming, but hey. Lemme just grab a campfire in the area and...

Oh. That's a noise. Talanah! And Longlegs! Friend and needed parts! Okay, the firegleam can wait!

Ah. Another Carja trying to find friends, family, or Other Important Person in the West. Cool, we can deal with that. A little bit out of my way, but what're friends for?

...I am missing out on so much hunting, Talanah...

A ... Shellsnapper. That's new. Okay, you brought me Longlegs and a whole new unfeasibly big thing to kill. All is forgiven. Now, lemme see ... scanned, logged, and that's a vulnerable bit but lemme hunker because that thing can probably take a huge amount of--

.........Did ... did I just one-shot Robo-Atuin?

Apparently, yes I did. I guess I worried for nothing.

Ah. Now there is a mountain in the way and not even I can feasibly climb it. I guess we find a way around or through. Yeah, yeah, we'll probably meet again when circumstances demand. For now, though ... I should be saving the world but apparently that will wait for me to ignite a lot of firegleam.

Right. Start from the Daunt, work my way down. This one at this old dig site might be worth looking at.

...Vendor trash. Okay. Fine. Next!

Huh. This lets me into that tower I couldn't get into. Now, what wonders will we find within?

...A ... codex entry and more vendor trash. Okay. Fine. Next!

............Dude, HOW ARE YOU STILL PULLING ON THAT POOR DEAD OSERAM?!? There really should be a function whereby, if you complete a quest, the quest giver can ... like, go away, do something else? Something other than pulling on the ankle on the same Oseram corpse for, like, three in-game days?

Please let this climb and ridiculousness be worth it...

Moooooooore vendor trash. Okay. Fine. Someone's going to love me when I finally get back to Plainsong for the main quest because I'm going to have so much vendor trash...

(Wow. Really glad I'm not playing BG3 like this. Imagine encumberance rules in this game...)

Right. Okay. How about this one just by Barren Light, at the edge of No Man's Land. That's got to have something worthwhile ... right?

GREEN SHINY! ...And nothing to spend it on so far. Ah well.

Okay. This is in an Old World ruin. This has to be something worthwhile.

This ... is a lateral thinking jumping puzzle. Right. Okay. Hoboy.

So ... I have a battery I can't jump with, a body of water I can't cross, and over there, a crate. Hrm.

So the only way over there is gliding. I think I see why they mapped everything to space bar, now. Guess I'm going to have to rebind some keys here or I won't time it right.

Okay, so ... can't jump on the crate while holding battery. So how... Wait. Can we use the pullcaster on this thing?

.........Oh. Ooooooooh. You sneaky bastards.

No, the ramps won't do it because it'll just slide off when the crate's at an angle. And that's where the nearly perfect dock comes in.

BATTERY FERRIED. Now, up. More crate-dragging. Wheee!

So ... that's another toucan ball. And this one's ... oh, those weren't clovers on the first ones - they were clubs, like the card suit. Because this one's giving off spades. Huh. The Old World was weird.

On that note, I should probably consider something that resembles food. Today's probably going to be a bit of a Forbidden West binge. The Saturday Shenanigans group is on a two-week hiatus between mini-campaigns - this week because I wanted a break, next week because @hyperewok1 is away and we don't have enough players on a Saturday to play when we're a person short. Plus, I really could use a little bit more of a break too. I mean, that'll mean that I have a whole weekend next weekend, just for me! (Not that I don't love my every-other-Sunday D&D group - I really seriously do. Just a whole weekend with nothing to plan for or set up for people feels ... decadent and lovely, somehow.)

Anyway, then I have to decide between going for that drone near Plainsong (which means dealing with Blight, yay), or dealing with the Rebel outposting also near Plainsong. Either way, going to stick around Plainsong at least a bit. But all of that will be easier on a full stomach. So ... food.

[katsukikitten]

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Here have this, I tried to make it short but I'm realizing it took this much to set up the unsettling feeling but uh yea dunno I'll ever write this and I wanna give the spoiler so badly.

"What was that?" Denki grabs onto your shirt with a small eep when the sound comes again.

"Bird landing." Bakugou provides the answer, he doesn't get how the ambient sound of nature could unsettle anyone. Then again no one was indoors as much as Denki Kaminari was.

"Denks, are you scared?" Furrowing your brows and your question makes him cling closer.

"Yea, are ya?" Sero teases and laughs when he sees a shudder go down his best friend's spine.

"Ooo he is scared." Mina joins in on the fun.

"Look, this place gives me the creeps, energy is off or something." Denki's eyes dart around, making Bakugou think of all the animals that get caught up in the underbrush. Ever looking for hungry eyes.

"Wouldn't if ya came out here more." Bakugou tuts, rolling his eyes before he presses your water bottle onto your shoulder, silently urging you to hydrate.

"Nah listen," Denki threads his arm through your free one, not caring if it encumbers you just a bit, "So many people go missing in the woods man."

"No more than 1600 a year!" Izuku chirps from the front, "More than that are found or find their way back. Besides, Kaachan always does the hike with Gunner a few times before he brings anyone out. Gunner has a great sense of direction."

"He's a fuckin dog, Izuku, he's supposed to." Bakugou snaps.

"We're in the Appalachian mountains, right Bakugou?" Sero asks and Bakugou gives a curt nod, "I've heard some stories about these woods."

"Stories?" Denki and Mina in two very different tones.

"Oi, save it for the campfire, you two."

"Bakugou please I wanna hear 'em!" Mina pouts, "Sero ignore him tell the story."

"There's things in these woods. Some that should never be named and some that stalk unsuspecting hikers. Witches, ghouls and big bad things called Smoke Wolves."

"Shut the fuck up." Bakugou rolls his eyes but Sero goes on.

"Huge beasts in the shape of wolves, they say their eyes are 'as red the sun' and by the time you see them it's too late! And then it…" Sero claps his hands together loudly, the sound echoes around the thick trees, "GETS YOU!"

Denki yelps, clinging to you so tightly he's practically tripping you like a cat under foot.

"Dunce face, you're really going to believe him?" Bakugou rolls his eyes, Mina giggles with Sero.

"C-come on guys that can't be true, right? Bakugou?" Ochacho who was in the back slips between Sero and Mina to fall into step with Katsuki, "There aren't any big wolves like that right?"

"I mean, we are in the fuckin woods. There is bound to be shit like wolves and bears."

"Lions and tigers and bears! Oh my!" Kirishima makes a song of it and everyone laughs but Denki. He just squeezes your bicep tighter and ruby eyes bore into the contact.

"Besides Denki, there haven't been any wolf attacks on humans in a national park for quite some time. We just need to make sure we pack up our food correctly to avoid any unwanted visitors. Right Kaachan?"

"Yea yea, you're getting an A in camping." Garnet eyes fall from Izuku to your arm, watching Denki's blunt nails dig into your pretty skin. Bakugou is about to tell him to let up when you pat Denki's hand.

"Why don't we share my earbuds, we can listen to some music and that will keep your mind off of their wives tales."

"Is it a wives tale if the local at the gas station tells you there's something wrong with these woods?"

"Sero!" You chide, "You sure've got the devil in you today."

He gives you a smile, one that makes a goose flesh break out over your skin as it makes you queasy. An uneasy, unsettling thing that makes you swallow thickly. Bakugou sees your look before he glares over his own shoulder to silently tell Sero to cut the shit. Sero rolls his eyes but keeps his mouth shut. At least for now.

Another hour of walking, this time in comfortable silence for most of the group, Denki's favorite songs playing in your ear from the playlist you downloaded to your phone. You already knew ahead of time that there wouldn't be a single bar of signal this far out making your phone a glorified iPod at this point. Still it brought some comfort to Denki as he at least stopped holding you with a white knuckled grip. Something catching his ear and making him crane his head before he'd get lost in the song again.

Bakugou looks towards the sky, his internal clock starting to tick as he measures the sun.

"Izuku, fucks with the snail pace we shoulda been at the site half an hour ago." He shouts to the front after he's done the math in his head. They'd been walking for long enough, even with the pace of newbies in tow.

"Wh-what?" Izuku stammers, looking over the map, next to Bakugou, Deku was the best at reading them and he knew he didn't have it upside down, "I- I have an hour or so left til we're there."

"We're lost?!" Denki concludes quickly, and Bakugou rolls his eyes, shoving past Denki to head to the front but not without first glancing at you.

"Oi, fuck is this?" Bakugou growls, grabbing at the paper, "I didn't give you this fuckin map."

"Wh-what Kaachan, this is the one I've been reading all day."

"Yea, and it's the map from our last fuckin hike, a whole mountain rage away." He growls, patting his pockets for his spare copy, he freezes for a second when he comes up short.

"But-but that range is much bigger and takes more of a winding route to avoid the river, that would put us off by tens of miles." Izuku murmurs as he tries to see if he can't figure out where he fucked up.

"What the fuck Deku, you should have noticed that the fucking trail names were different, that the landmarks had different god damn names." He hisses it quietly but anyone with eyes can see how angry Bakugou looked. Brows pointing down, teeth bared, voice scary even when he normally shouts.

Bakugou knew he should have trusted his gut and taken everyone back into that god damn van earlier this morning.

"We're lost. We're dead and we're lost." Denki is beginning to spiral even as you console him, "The smoke wolf is going to get us or the witch. Oh my God will this be OUR Blair witch project?! Will we just turn into an internet meme?!"

"C-come on man, chill. We aren't lost right Bakugou?" Sero asks, but he doesn't get an answer. Just Bakugou looking to the side before the ash blonde removes his bookbag and roughly shoves it into Izuku's chest. Instinctually his strong arms wrap around the heavy bag to support it as Bakugou roots through the dark canvas bag for something.

"M sorry Kaachan. 'm sorry. I-I should have been paying better attention, usually the walk and clean air helps with my thoughts but it's been almost a year now since Shouto-kun and I broke up." Izuku mumbles so quietly Bakugou can barely make out what he's saying. Tears forming in his eyes and garnets meet emeralds, a tick in the ash blonde's jaw as the jade haired man tries to apologize again.

"It happens, Izuku." Bakugou says low enough, holding his gaze and giving his friends scarred arm a squeeze before he zips up his bag after he's found the emergency GPS.

It turns on, the screen flickering to life and the group of college students sigh collectively, before it beeps and a robotic voice cheerfully says "Battery low".

"No fucking way." Katsuki growls, hitting his hand on the side of the device before he grabs for Kirishima. Pulling the man twice his size to him with ease, turning him to face the woods. He digs around and pulls out the extra battery, makes quick work of tossing the dead one into Kirishima's bag and slides the fully charged battery into the gps.

It flickers to life again, giving Bakugou a clear pinpoint of where they are, before he can zoom out the cheery robotic voice comes back Battery low.

Katsuki is sure he's about to bust a blood vessel, how the fuck could this have happened?

And then he remembers Denki asking where an outlet was last night before bed.

"Kaminari?" It's barely contained rage, "Last night, when you went to charge your phone in the kitchen at my house. What did you unplug?"

"Some bulky black plug- oh my God don't tell me!" He whines, putting his face in his hands. Dread so heavy in his stomach he could puke. He must have unplugged the charger to the damn thing.

"It's not that bad right? We can just walk back in the direction we came." Sero puts on a brave face, especially as he sees Ochacho and Mina wiping at their eyes. Now Sero wishes he never asked the local for any legends or folktales while he fished in his wallet to pay for his monster energy drink. Wish he never heard the man say,

"Gotta be careful in dem woods, it's real close to all Hallow's Eve. Mountains talk round den, deir eyes open an' it makes folks act funny."

[podcastenthusiast]

Three little drabbles featuring Geralt "Horse Girl" of Rivia and different animals, from Jaskier's POV.

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1. Horse

Jaskier realized it a few weeks into this new witcher-following, song-composing venture. Specifically, when he went to eat the last apple and was told in no uncertain terms that it's for Roach, even though their food rations were running worringly low and they were a day's ride from the next village. Even though he's a fragile human. Even though she could literally just eat grass.

The mare outranked him. She had seniority.

He tried to befriend the horse, with middling success.

He tried to befriend the witcher, too.

At least Roach could be bribed with a carrot or a handful of raisins.

People project a lot of their own feelings onto animals, he supposed. It's a relationship designed to be unequal. As complex or as simple as a person wants it to be.

For a while, he had started to resent her a little, as pathetic as that may sound. That is, until he woke in the middle of the night and overheard a murmured, rather one-sided conversation.

"I worry about him, though," Geralt was saying. "Can't exactly just find a new bard and start calling him Jaskier if something happens, can I."

What?

"Wish he'd shut up sometimes, but... I guess it's been kind of nice having someone around who talks back."

Jaskier's heart felt like it might burst or break. Or both.

"Not that you aren't good company, old girl."

Roach gave a quiet snort.

That was all years ago, now. The horse is different, but still somehow Roach.

He is different, too, but somehow still Jaskier. Still the reliable bard his friend needs him to be.

Now, he watches from his spot by the campfire as Geralt brushes through Roach's mane. The witcher's got drowner brains in his own hair but gods forbid he has a wash before his trusty companion is completely tended to. He's very gentle with her, which is probably why she tolerates it as well as she does. He's heard tales of stablehands losing fingers to routine grooming before.

Jaskier wishes he could write a ballad about this without potentially damaging his fearsome reputation-- the unbreakable bond between a witcher and his horse. The unexpected tenderness of hands made to kill.

He reaches for his quill to jot down a few ideas. Something something the mighty wolf and the wild horse, loyal and brave companions defending their forest home together. Keep it vague enough. Maybe a folktale vibe.

Besides, Jaskier thinks with a touch of bitterness, the wolf's tongue is the real danger. His jaws that snap at anyone foolish enough to get too close, to offer help when he's caught in a trap.

...Maybe he still has some feelings to work through.

The wolf also has a heart he tries so hard to bury. Jaskier can see it. Always has.

"You spoil her rotten, you know," he remarks lightly, plucking on his lute strings. "She eats better than we do."

"It's like sharpening my swords. I have to keep Roach in good condition, or we don't eat at all."

"Mhm. And it's very sweet."

He no longer begrudges Roach her well-earned place at Geralt's side. The witcher had been alone out here for such a long time before he came along, probably will be again after he's dead and buried. Even if Jaskier does wish that he could be the one Geralt trusts with his innermost thoughts and secrets and sleepless night fears, he is glad the man has someone in whom he can confide.

They all have their roles in this story. Perhaps he ought to accept his as its scribe, and let that be enough.

But Jaskier's greatest fault, he knows, is an always has been his refusal to accept things as they are.

-

2. Cat

"Oh, look at that. Someone's cat has gone missing. Poor thing."

"We're here for real work, Jaskier," Geralt says, scanning a contract notice. Recent plague. Graves disturbed. Ghouls. See alderman for details. Bit dull.

"They're offering a reward. See?"

"Somehow I doubt a small child has enough coin to justify ignoring the ghouls."

"Says here you'll get their eternal gratitude and-- oh! The lady of the house will darn your socks free of charge for a full year. Any additional mending at a discount. Now that's a good deal."

"Hm."

"Geralt, as you know my favorite doublet is in a sorry state after that minor werewolf incident--"

"I told you to stay with Roach."

"--All water under the bridge now, of course, and what an adventure! Worthy of a fine ballad--"

"Jaskier."

"--as this would be. Can't you at least keep one keen witchery eye out for the cat?"

"And risk a ghoul catching me off guard? Sure."

"Well, now you're just being silly. Don't tell me you're a dog person. Or are you allergic?"

Geralt sighs, realizing now that only the truth will free him from this conversation.

"Don't mind cats," he mutters. "But they don't like me."

"Sorry, what?"

"Cats don't like me," he repeats. "They start hissing whenever I get too close."

Jaskier's expression is caught somewhere between disbelief and sadness. "Why?"

"I insulted their king. Why do you think? They've got more sense than certain humans, I guess."

It's a veiled remark. Jaskier sees right through it.

"You're not a monster, Geralt," he says, achingly sincere. Then, in a lighter tone, "Does that mean you've never pet a cat before?"

"I don't know. Maybe when I was very young. I can't remember."

Jaskier mercifully drops the subject after a quiet and thoughtful walk back to the village's tavern.

He doesn't fail to notice Geralt buying extra scraps of meat from the innkeeper, or how he sneaks away at night to set them like snares in promising locations near the village. He'd probably say it's for the ghoul contract if asked, but Jaskier knows better.

Even if he didn't, there is really no other explanation for Geralt returning to the inn on the second night, covered in claw marks, carrying a ghoul's severed head in one hand and a bag containing one squirming, hissing feline in the other.

-

3. Spider

"GERALT!"

Every witcher in Kaer Morhen hears the bard's scream, but Geralt reaches the room in moments, his silver sword already drawn.

"Jaskier, what--"

"Kill it!"

The bard is standing on his bed, pointing frantically at something. Geralt follows his panicked gaze and sees--

"Really, Jaskier?" He sighs.

"What are you waiting for? It's a monster! Kill it!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's not a monster. Just a spider. Not even poisonous."

"How do you know?"

"I read." Geralt crouches down for a closer look at the spider. "Might look scary but it's harmless. Probably sought shelter from the cold."

"Well, then it can go right back outside."

"Jaskier, be reasonable."

"I am. Either the spider goes or I do."

The witcher looks thoughtful. Says nothing.

"Oh, thanks, Geralt! I feel so loved."

The spider crawls onto Geralt's hand and Jaskier almost screams again, shrinking back even farther. Gods, it has so many legs!

"Pretend it's a kikimora or something," he pleads. "Why won't you kill one little spider for your very dearest old friend in the world?"

"Because kikimoras have no niche. They're invasive, and need to be dealt with to maintain balance in the ecosystem. Spiders aren't like that; they do belong. A monster, fundamentally, is any creature that doesn't."

Jaskier just stares at him, speechless. He's not sure he has ever heard Geralt say that many words all at once.

Geralt's eyes remain on the spider. "Witchers aren't sent out on the Path not knowing why we kill; we're not soldiers."

"I never thought of it like that," Jaskier admits. "That spider's still fucking terrifying, though."

"Hm. I'll take it outside."

"Geralt?"

"Hm?"

"I know what scared, stupid people say about witchers sometimes. But I-- You do belong. You're important. Just want you to know that."

"...Thank you, Jaskier," he says. Then, quieter, "You too."

[anissanightyoung]

Of kisses and Roman traditions

[SUMMARY] Where Seungkwan enjoys kissing you and blames it on the Romans.

Idk what this is. Fluff? Flirty!Seungkwan definitely. Oh and noona!reader😁

3,087 words

HAPPY 6 YEARS TO MY BOYS💖💎

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You and Seungkwan have already kissed on three occasions. You didn't want to put too much thought into it, and you never mentioned it anyway. But sometimes it's hard to stop thinking about what those kisses mean.

The first kiss was at Seungkwan's house. All your friends were already asleep, tired of playing all his board games, and drunk innumerable bottles of liquor. You had finished cleaning up when Seungkwan came towards you. "Yah, why did you clean? This is my apartment.” You laughed at his half-asleep state, you could see just how tired he was trying to beat Soonyoung with one drunk. He did his best, but Soonyoung kept giving him +2s and +4s of tequila or vodka and mixing alcohol in Seungkwan's system ended badly. He threw up twice overnight.

"Look at you, hangover's gonna bite your ass in the morning. And you know I can't sleep when this place is trashed." You can hear him laughing lazily, trying to stay awake. "Come on, let's get you to bed." Seungkwan grins, "Starving. Creamy cheese bagels. Feed me?" You laughed at his antiques. You met him a year ago, and you know drunk Seungkwan needs to eat before he goes to bed. "This is a way of waking up hangover-free, noona. You should try it." But you know that Seungkwan will still have a headache the following day, with an Americano as a telling sign.

"You're too cute for your own good, do you know that?" You joked to him, shaking your head. You were warming up the bagel when he took your hand. "Happy anniversary, noona."

"What?"

"Do you think I wouldn't remember? It's the anniversary of the first time we met.”

"What a sappy, sappy man you are." You laugh while finishing his sandwich. You turned around to face him and said "ah" so he could take a bite out of the bagel. When he did, it was as if he had tasted food for the first time. When he had already swallowed his first bite, he suddenly threw his arms into your waist, swallowing you in a cuddle. That surprised you because he's not usually that sweet, and now he's very touchy.

"What are you doing?" You asked him when he set his bagel down on the counter and tugged the ends of your shirt pulling you closer to him. This is the only time you have noticed how he is a few inches taller than you, and that he has long eyelashes a bit like those of a baby. You were that close to notice that. He slowly bent over your face, staring directly at your lips, waiting for you to stop him. When you didn't, he closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you softly.

When he retired, he laid his head upon the counter and slept his intoxication away. You figured he’s too wasted to have done so. When you asked about the kiss the next day, he brushed it off, saying,  “Sorry, got wasted trying to beat that tiger hyung.”  

“Just don’t do it again okay? Friends don’t do that.”

“Yepp,” popping the last letter, “I’ll take you to your favorite burger place to make it up to you.” He drags you to his car while holding your hand. When he was driving, he held your hand still. “Hey, it's not okay to kiss, but it's okay to hold hands?” There was complete silence.

“Friends can hold hands, sure. When did friends start kissing on the lips?

“Friends with benefits do.”

“Ya are you asking me to? Cause you know I’m not into that kind of shit!”

Seungkwan laughed at your outburst. “Joking noona, sheesh. You’re getting old.”

“Shut it, I’m barely a year older than you.”

Throughout the ride, he didn't let go of your hand. However, you didn't seem to mind the extra warmth.

The second kiss took place around a campfire.

Soonyoung told the three of you that he wanted to go for a drive, and you were shocked when he suddenly parked by a beach. You never asked how Soonyoung got all of your clothes and other belongings, but he seemed to need the view of a peaceful ocean at night, so you all decided. You were already there, and the semester had just ended.

While you and Seungkwan were eating dinner you bought near the store, Seokmin began jamming to a guitar and singing his heart out. Soonyoung was on the lookout for the beach's caretaker to inquire about some wood for a campfire.

“I swear, I know Soonyoung oppa is the most spontaneous of us all, but I never expected him to be this bad. Is it really because of the finals?” 

“He may look carefree, but hyung goes through a lot,” Seokmin chuckled. You understand; everybody has their own way of dealing with their baggage, and Soonyoung's are to be daring and laugh his problems away.

“Minnie, can you play the song you submitted for your music class as a group project?” Campfire?” You believe it is appropriate for the atmosphere of the evening. While Seokmin was singing, you glanced over at Soonyoung to see how he was doing. His smile is beaming, and his eyes are glassy as he takes in the stunning scenery in front of him. You were relieved to see that his plan worked.

You looked at Seungkwan, realizing that this was his first time hearing the track. “Kwannie, pay attention to the next line. It's comforting.” You sang with Seokmin when the part came up. It reminds you of how Seungkwan made getting out of bed easier every day. Your anxiety held you awake at night or made you fearful of what might happen the next day. But Seungkwan, he unintentionally shone on you at a difficult period. Slowly but steadily, you began to anticipate waking up knowing that he would face the day with you.

Soonyoung accompanied Seokmin to the market to buy some food after he finished jamming due to his hunger. It was time for you to jam. Of course, you'd choose Taylor Swift's The Way I Loved You, in honor of her Fearless cover. You've always admired Taylor Swift's music, especially the older songs because you identify with the words she wrote. You were grateful for how her music got you through your childish heartbreaks.

You were so engrossed in Seungkwan's angelic voice that you didn't know he was already squatting in front of you. Both of you were grinning at each other when the last chord was struck, and you kissed him as though it were nothing out of the ordinary. The kiss felt right; it felt like it was what completed the song you were singing; it felt like the happy ending the song promised. To keep your balance, you clutched his arm. When you jerked away from him when you awoke from your daydream, he immediately drew you back in and kissed you again, squeezing your hand three times.

The four of you had agreed to spend Christmas Day at Seokmin's. Your mother didn't let you hear the end of it when you told them you couldn't come home because your family has always been conventional. Your mother guilt-tripping you to come home, saying, "We're family, we're supposed to spend time together." “Ah, well, families are supposed to support one another, not nag each other to death when one fails to meet one's expectations.” After that, you hang up, assuming that if you don't agree, your mother will say something else that you don't want or need to hear.

Seungkwan was supposed to pick you up, so while you were waiting for him, you double-checked everything you'd packed to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything. Seungkwan's introduction of Soonyoung and Seokmin is one of the things for which you are grateful. You've outgrown your crappy friends from high school, so the trio is a breath of fresh air for you.

You place your bags in the trunk as soon as you see his car, like a little kid heading to Disney World. “Thanks for picking me up, Kwannie,” she said, beaming. You excitedly slid down to the passenger seat. He immediately hugged you once you were sitting, saying, "Ah noona, you're in a good mood?" You can see his smile doesn't reach his eyes when you've broken free from the embrace. He's giving you a fake one.

“This is my first trip away from my home. I already know it'll be a lot of fun.”

“Really? At Seokmin Hyung's house, you'll feel right at home. His mother prepares the most delicious Christmas dinner. My mother's cooking pales in comparison.” Seungkwan once gave you a dish made by her mother, and one bite was enough to make you feel like you'd died and gone peacefully to heaven. The fact that Seokmin's mother cooks better piqued your curiosity. “Ah really? Then I'd really have to give it a taste.” He smiled again, the false smile, and you're starting to get bothered by it.

“What are you doing, Kwannie?” You're giving me this strange grin.”

“What do you mean strange?”

“Fake smile. It's the first time you've feigned a smile at me. What’s up?”

“You can see right through me, can't you?”

“Yes, I do. Would you like to talk about it?”

“Nope. But I'd like to take your hand.”

Seungkwan is holding your hand and exhaling contentedly. He kept it until you arrived at Seokmin's house.

Seokmin's house is warm and inviting. They live in a house on a corner with a vibrant garden surrounding it. The living room has an L-shaped couch that can comfortably seat all four of you, with additional seating available. Seokmin and his sister have a wall full of family photos and accomplishments. You can tell Seokmin's parents are a laid-back, loving family, as shown by his kindness and good humor. You don't know if it was the long ride, but you fell asleep as soon as you sat on their couch after the house tour.

When you first awoke, you chose to visit their garden, which you recall has a swing set. Seungkwan is seated by himself.

You teased, "Where are your twins?"

“They went grocery shopping with Mrs. Lee.”

“What kept you from going?”

“Too exhausted from driving.”

“Then you should've just slept with me.”

Seungkwan swung his head in your direction right away. “I-uh, what?”

Then it dawned on you what you'd said. This is so humiliating. “Sleep!” you exclaimed, “Sleeping, with eyes closed and resting-“

“I never expected you to finally ask me-”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHEN YOU SAY "FINALLY" YOU LITTLE SHIT?”

He laughed out loud at your reaction while you chased him around the backyard. He quit running around after you told him that you wouldn't smack him in the head.

“I hate you.”

That made Seungkwan stop laughing.

“Do you regret meeting me?”

You were surprised at his sudden change of tone, no longer joking. “Is this what it’s all about?”

“Well. Yeah.”

“I'm not sure what got you to think like that. You said, “But you know our first meeting was a flop.” When people meet for the first time, they usually ask for each other's names, go through some more tedious formalities, and then seal the deal with a handshake. You had an early class with him, and you didn't mind sharing a seat with him almost every time because you thought he was one of the quiet ones. The year was difficult for you because things didn't go your way, you had a lot of misfortunes, and you had a lot of work piling up that was affecting your mental health.

As you sat down in your chair one fateful morning, you put your cup of coffee on your side of the table. This is where Seungkwan got his drink mixed up with yours because you both have the same coffee taste.

“- flop is an exaggeration for that noona-”

“-you drank my coffee in our 8 a.m. class thinking it was yours, I'll never forgive you.” Reliving that moment made you roll your eyes. “But you know what? You wouldn't have replaced it if you hadn't, and I wouldn't have had the best year of my life.” It may seem to be an exaggeration, but it is true. You were grateful for Seungkwan's carefree and playful personality, which helped you get through your lowest point. He had no idea what you were going through, but you were relieved that someone was taking care of you.

He can be seen chewing his mouth, attempting to conceal his smile. “Ah dumb main character in a drama,” air quotes the phrase, ‘I wish I hadn't met you.' “I instantly thought of you.”

“Huh, that's strange.”

“What is?”

“That. As I previously said, this has been the best year I've had in, what, three years? And it's all thanks to you. I might be harsh with you all of the time, cursing at you whenever I get the chance, but that's just how I am. I'm glad I got you as one of my most reliable friends, my rock, and my go-to person. Even Seokmin and Soonyoung oppa were introduced to me by you. Seungkwan, I'd rather live in a world with you in it. Don’t think otherwise.”

Seungkwan stared at you and felt a combination of emotions. He kissed you when he understood what he felt.  At first, you thought it’ll be quick like the last time, a peck. But he deepened the kiss, and when his tongue touched yours, you hear him groan. He tugged you closer, afraid you’ll get away. He reassuringly held your hands, squeezing them three times just like the second time. I can get used to this. You thought. You focused on his soft lips, how you’ve always felt content while kissing him.

He pulled away, his chest heaving for breath. “Holy shit,” Seungkwan said. You nodded in agreement, apparently unable to concentrate because of your heart beating so loudly.

“I-, uh, I--”

“I thought we’ve talked this through?-”

He sighed deeply before adding, “I-I got cold. Sorry, noona.”

“You dumb shit, if you were cold, I would have made you hot chocolate. I’m nice sometimes you know.”

“I don't mind,” he smirked, “you're hotter anyway.”

“What the heck is wrong with you? I swear to god, you've been flirting with me since that drunk uno shit.”

“It's a Roman thing to kiss under the mistletoe,” he said, pointing to the mistletoe he was carrying.

You both laughed it off, thinking about how ridiculous it sounded. “Roman tradition my ass.”

You and Seungkwan are both in the hospital on New Year's Eve.

“Ah, what a dumb plan you had there,” you exclaimed, staring at him in disbelief.

“Well, I've always wanted to go out of my comfort zone...”

You give him a light smack on the head. “Shut up. Now I'm trapped in a hospital over New Year's because of your dumb plan.”

It's never a good idea to combine Seungkwan with hiking. Sure, he's fit, but when was the last time he went hiking?

“Then have Seokmin hyung or Soonyoung hyung accompany me.”

“They're still at Seokmin's.” You and Seungkwan both arrived at your dorms earlier than anticipated. After all, you didn't want to overstay your welcome; it was your first time. You were worried that Seokmin's mother would think you were too at ease in their home.

“Well, if you want to go home, you can.”

“Who will look after you if I go home?”

For a moment, Seungkwan didn't dare add a sarcastic comment on that question. So, instead, “Come on y/n, don't be so mad...”

“Where are your manners, I'm your noona?”

“three kisses in and I still can't call you by your name?”

You blushed when you remembered all of the times Boo SeungKwan kissed you and how sweet his soft lips were.

“Noona is blushing, wah.”

“I hope your ankle doesn’t heal you little shit.”

Raising his eyebrows at you. "You don't mean that. You love me."

"Of course I do. I love all three of you."

He reached for your hand. "I bet you love me more." There it was again, Seungkwan surprising you with his sudden seriousness. He was staring straight into your eyes, waiting for your response. Luckily, a nurse came in to check his vitals.

 A few minutes after the nurse came out, both of you were ignoring each other due to that sudden tension. To ease the situation, both of you just watched television until you fell asleep.

"Y/n wake up." Nudging you by your shoulders. "We're nearing the countdown. Cmon," and urged you to stand by the window, waiting for the fireworks.

Seungkwan then leaned in to put an earphone in, with a song already playing in the background. You realized it was a song written by Soonyoung's classmate, Woozi, for a songwriting class. You were bopping your head to the music when the ten-second countdown started. 

You and Seungkwan alternately sang along.

10

9

"I promise myself, while drinking a glass of water in the morning, to tell you"

새벽에 물을 마시면서 혼자 다짐해 나는 너에게

8

7

"Beautiful words like the lines in a movie"

영화처럼 달콤하고 예쁜 그 말

6

5

"The words I've prepared overnight for days"

몇 날 며칠 밤새 연습했던 그 말

4

3

"I want to say them to you tomorrow with clenched fists"

내일은 꼭 두 주먹을 꽉 쥐고 말해주고 싶어

2

1

Seungkwan turned to face you just in time for the next line.

"You are pretty." 

너 예쁘다

As soon as the clock struck twelve and the fireworks went off, Seungkwan kissed you. What astonished you was how you knew he was about to kiss you and how you returned the kiss with fervor as he deepened it. You can't help but compare this man to fireworks; how dark it was before him, and how awestruck you were when he came into your life.

Seungkwan was the first to back away, touching his forehead to yours and giggling like a joyful little kid. “Did you know that it’s a Roman tradition to kiss on the first minute of the new year?”

“Blaming the Romans again, I see?” playfully raising your eyebrows at him.

He laughed at that, giving you no excuse. "I love you, Y/n."

You grinned as you silently thank the Romans for their weird traditions.

[six-of-brides]

Vale: When They Call My Name

Mourner

We're all sitting around the campfire. Already, Deviant gives me the creeps. He is glaring at Destroyer, who has only just gotten out of his tent, and avoiding Deviant at all costs.

"Do you think he'll come back to get me?" Destroyer asks. He's holding on tight to his food.

"I don't know." Prophet answers. "We're pretty remote, but you know their tracking systems."

"Yeah, he used those on me."

"I see no problem with those." Deviant says, glaring at the new guy.

"Will you please just shut the fuck up?" Mystic says, with his arms around me.

"Anyway-" Prophet says, breaking the silence. "What brought you here?"

I tell them the story, though reliving the memories is hard

I’ve been hiding all night, just waiting to get home to Mariah. I accidentally stayed out past curfew, and now I have to hide in order to stay safe. I’ve almost gotten caught numerous times, and Mariah stays out much more than I do. How she hasn’t been caught is a mystery to me.The last few months have felt like Hell, but they’ve been getting better.I know she wouldn’t want me to get caught being out late by FEAR, and calling could do that because they track and listen to everyone’s phone calls. So I really have no safe way of communicating with her.e been getting better. Ever since I lost my best friend, things haven’t been the same. She and I were so close, and I lost her so suddenly. "If I'd only convinced him to stay home with me, if he hadn't peeked into that alleyway, if only he…

"Can't think about that now. I had to kill him...he was brainwashed, nothing would be the same..

"Why must everyone I get close to die?"

I’d definitely be dead if it weren’t for Mariah taking me in and helping me. I love her more than anyone else, and I’m probably going to marry her someday.

The sun is starting to come up, which means that the curfew is going to end soon. That means I’ll be able to go home and make sure she’s okay. I haven’t heard anything from her all night. 

"No messages from her." I know she wouldn’t want me to get caught being out late by FEAR, and calling could do that because they track and listen to everyone’s phone calls. So I really have no safe way of communicating with her.

My phone rings, and I cover it up so no one hears.

"Not from Mariah. I hope she's okay."

But it is from my mom. "Hey mom, what's going on?" I whisper.

"Oh god, please tell me you're only whispering because you don't want to wake up Mariah."

"......no."

I can here her exasperation on the other end of the line. "I now get why my mother was so stressed out about me."

"Excuse me, but I heard that."

"Anyway, I was calling to say that me and a few others will be at the cemetery…." "I'll bring dad's favorite roses. What time do you want me and Mariah there?"

"10 am. It's a morning service to avoid the patrols."

"Okay. I'll see you then, mom. I love you."

"Love you too, sweetie."

I hang up and start walking back towards our house, with memories of my father weighing down on me.

When I get to the house, I see that it’s surrounded by police. This is it. They heard about me being out and now they’re searching for me. I need to run. As soon as I turn around, one stops me. “Do you live here?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

With that, they inform me that they caught Mariah out after dark in the desert, so they shot her. She was traced back to here, so they’re searching the house.

"How did you track her?"

"Your phone calls."

Everything crashes down on me. I did this. I killed her.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

“Do I look like I’m joking? Don't you remember last night?” 

Last night. I was pushed to the ground with a gun to my neck. The two phone calls.

How did I forget all of that?

“Where is she now?” 

“She’s dead, jackass, and you will be too if you don’t get lost. Go somewhere else.” Where am I supposed to go? I can’t even speak anymore, I’ve gone speechless. Is she really dead, or is she imprisoned somewhere? The thoughts running through my head are endless, and they’re making it impossible for me to do anything.

What do I even do? Am I supposed to leave the city entirely? It isn’t like I have anywhere to go, both of the people I cared the most about are gone now. Should I try to look for her and see if they really are joking? I mean they said she was shot in the desert, so my best bet to find her would be to go there.

"So I did," I tell them. "But I couldn't find her. Returning home, I just sobbed into my mom's arms. And then she...was killed as well."

I run just as officials enter my how's. My mom's bloody corpse is still on the floor.

I jump the fence and run away, blood on my hands. "Mom, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you!"

"Her son is out of the house! Get him!"

I need to get back into the desert. Maybe I'll be safe. "Maybe I'll find Mariah. She can't be dead. She's just..she's just living out here. Yeah, that's it. She's fine."

A guy can hope.

Knowing only that piece of information, I start dashing away from the house and out of the city. As the roads turn to dirt and sand, I know that I’m getting close to where she could have been killed, if that was the actual case. 

"Please don't be dead, please don't be dead. Please somehow still be alive."

I see FEAR officials surrounding something in the middle of nowhere. I don’t have the heart to look closer and see who or what they’re looking at. If it’s Mariah, I don’t think I’ll be able to go on. I eventually look closer, and I realize that it is her. She's really dead.

I’ve been having nightmares about something like this happening ever since my friend died. I guess nightmares no longer wait for sleep, and my worst one has come true.

So what do I do now? 

"Sand, sand, small cactus..oh god, how am I going to survive?" I can’t go back, because they’ll probably be looking for me next. So do I just stay out here? What am I even supposed to do? I keep walking until I’m surrounded by nothing but sand.

So now not only am I alone, but I’m also lost. I don’t remember which direction I came from, but I know I can’t turn back. If I somehow manage to find my way back to the city, I risk being taken as a fugitive. Sometimes FEAR officials just arrest people who they happen to find in the desert because they automatically associate them with the rebels.

At this point I wouldn’t mind being associated with the rebels. At least someone’s fighting against the absolute bastards that control FEAR. "Or I'll just walk around until I die of dehydration...so about three days." My feet are killing me, except I just keep running. So quickly that I don't register the people in front of me.

"We will not kick you out. What will you...WATCH OUT!" Someone says. I hit something solid, and fall to the ground.

My brain is finally starting to catch up to the events that just happened. My girlfriend is gone. I’m alone in this world. With that realization, I fall to the ground and start sobbing.

I’ve lost everyone close to me, and now I have nowhere to go. There isn’t really any point in going on anymore. Maybe I should just die here.

I don’t know how long I’m going to be here before I die, but I’m ready to accept whatever. Nothing really matters anymore. My mom was the only one who stuck with me through everything, and now she’s gone.

It’s my fault, too. Had I gotten home at the right time, I probably would have been able to stop whatever happened. She’s dead now, and the blood is on my hands.

Literally.

"Sorry about the blood."

"I've seen worse." As I lay weeping in the sand, I start to see a shadow next to me. Now I’m probably being caught by FEAR, and at the moment, I don’t care. They can do what they want with me. I don’t have any point in staying alive. If they interrogate me, I will simply not speak, then they’ll kill me faster.

They can torture me all they want, I don’t care, I’m already broken. Just as I accept my fate, I hear a voice. “You okay?” I look up and see a guy who is most definitely not in FEAR. His clothes are dark and in a tattered fashion. He’s about my height, he has long black hair, and there’s a diamond of some sort painted over one of his eyes. I don’t know who this guy is, but there’s something oddly endearing about him. Then the FEAR officials actually show up…

Destroyer

"And yeah. That's what happened."

"Oh god, I'm so sorry."

While Mourner starts to get misty eyed, he clings to Mystic.

"Hey, it's going to be alright." Prophet says. "We'll destroy those FEAR bastards, I'm sure of it."

His smile calms me down a little bit.

“Calm down. None of these people are out to get you. None of them are going to hurt you.” I try to reassure myself as I try to interact with the people around me. 

"So, where are you guys from?" I say, trying to lighten the conversation.

Deviant (is that his name? In any case, the dude that freaks me out) looks at me with narrow eyes.

"Why the hell does your bitch ass want to know?"

"Umm..uhh… j-j-just m-m-making polite conversation." I'm cold, and scared, and he sounds like my abuser. My voice cracked along the way.

Deviant laughs. "Idiot."

Deviant reminds me of my abuser. 

And then a list of scenarios flood my mind.. As of right now, I’m afraid for my life. He could be tracking me right now. He usually knows my every move, who’s to say he doesn’t know where I am right now? 

"Are you okay?" I look up, and everyone is staring at me. 

"Yeah, why?"

"You were shaking and muttering to yourself." Prophet says. "If you want, you can go back into your tent and refresh."

"No, I'm okay. Just-getting used to all this."

I bet my abuser is tracking me right now.. But then again, I’m outside of the city lines, maybe the signal died out on this stupid bracelet he makes me wear.

That being said, I have no idea how it works in the first place. I usually forget that I’m wearing it until I’m away from him. 

"Hey, what's this?" Mystic points to the bracelet. 

"Oh, um-"

He gets closer to me. "Let me take a look."

All I focused on while I was with him was how I could keep him from yelling at me or hitting me. 

"Hey, don't be scared. What is this?"

I’d do anything to keep my abuser calm, and if that meant forgetting everything else, then so be it.

I know he could come back for me at any time, and if he did, I have no idea what would happen. I’ve done things to rebel against him, but I’ve never run away before. 

"It's-Oh my lord, it's a tracking device."

Not only that, but I helped and ran away with people who are everything he’s against. If he caught me, I’d never see the light of day again.

The one guy, who they call Mourner, was just explaining how he got here. Everyone he loved died, so he ran away. 

"Who was your abuser?" Prophet asks. "I know you told us before, but I didn't quite catch it."

I compose myself. If they didn't hear me say it the first time, they'll surely hate me now. Mourner's girlfriend and mother were murdered by FEAR. This isn’t surprising, and it makes me feel really bad. I knew they were killing people, but I never knew why.

Oh right. I know why. They're evil. In the name of a religion that preaches love and compassion. 

What a bunch of hypocrites.

"My abuser was one of the most powerful FEAR officials."

"WHAT??!!?" Mourner screams.

My mind spirals again, playing back night after night of crouching in a fetal position, hearing screams loud enough to make the walls shake.

"Hey hey hey, it's alright."

I realize I've been shaking. I look up, half expecting to see my abuser in front of me, fists clenched.

Prophet is sitting next to me, instead. "Why were you together?"

"I swear to god, I didn't know his profession until I moved in with him."

Deviant scoffs. "Likely story. You're just a plant, right? Here to sell us out and betray us to the officials."

I think there was a huge issue with me getting in a relationship with someone from FEAR in the first place. 

You thought there would be an issue????? Jesus Christ

"Did you know about those atrocities?" Mystic asks.

"I knew that it controlled everything. But once I saw behind the scenes, I realized how horrible it was."

The constant brainwashing, torture, and general suffering they put people under is disgusting. It’s still going on.

"How severe was it there?"

It’s just getting worse.

"They're now torturing and trying to brainwash little kids. Doesn't always work, thankfully. Their minds don't get set on one ideology for so long."

"Oh my god." Prophet says.

Getting older has made me realize how bad he and his friends, coworkers, and bosses were. 

"If you're wondering: even on a personal level, they are horrible to each other."

"Since when have they been imprisoning children?" Mystic asks.

"They did it secretly at first, just shuffled then off into asylum, which-"

"Don't worry, I know about the asylums." Mystic says bitterly.

I was a lot younger than I should have been when I got with him and was exposed to the horrors of their cruelty. Thinking about it makes me want to cry. 

"How did you even meet?"

"We...were in the same lecture hall."

I told him how badly I wanted to leave, but he said if I wanted to leave him, he would have to kill me because I knew too much.

He knew there was something about me that would make me useful to the rebels, and he told me that it would make me useful to their side someday. I have the ability to destroy everything around me and kill or injure the people in that area while doing it. 

"I do not like these powers, they've caused nothing but trouble."

"What kind?" Mourner asks. He is resting his head on Mystic's shoulder, arms woven tightly around his waist. What a cute couple. "I might have been able to get out much sooner if he didn't realize the usefulness of my powers."

"Once he realized that I had them, that's when the abuse started. He was also getting more and more paranoid about getting her found out, and controlled every move I made."

He wanted to use it for his side, but he realized that I wouldn’t use it to help him, so he started locking me up and making me so scared that I couldn’t use it. If I managed to hurt or kill him by using my power, his friends would most likely torture me, possibly to death.

And it wasn’t like he wasn’t torturing me. The ways he did it were on a lower level than the ways everyone he worked with used against their prisoners, but it was never-ending, and he made it worse as time went on. 

"Eventually I just gave up trying to get out of it."

The more I tried to rebel, the worse he got. I don’t know why I kept rebelling, maybe I felt like I had to. There was no way for me to survive like that.

Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I don’t know who it is, but it shocks me, and it makes me lose control of myself. I feel a bit of a blast leaving my body, and I hear a thud quickly after. I look behind me and see the guy they called Mystic laying there. “What just happened?” I rush over to him and try to help him up. “I’m so sorry, you scared me and I have trouble controlling myself.”

The guy who I think is their leader comes over to us. “He was just trying to make sure you’re okay.” 

“I’m fine.” 

“What was that? You’ve done it before, but we never quite got the specifics.” Should I tell them? If I don’t, they could trigger an issue without knowing and someone could get hurt, but if I tell them, they could use it against me. 

“Well..” I guess I’d rather have my power used against me than hurt someone who doesn’t deserve to be hurt.

“Keep calling me Destroyer. I think it fits!” “Alright, Destroyer. You know where to find me if you need anything. We’ll talk more in the morning, just try to get some sleep.” The three of them walk away, and I’m alone with my thoughts again. I lay down and try to go to sleep, and right off the bat, I can tell that it’s going to be difficult tonight. There’s too much going on in my head.

Maybe I’ll get better eventually, but I doubt that will be anytime soon. Something is wrong with me. He’s been telling me that for years, and at first I thought he was just trying to get in my head, but then I noticed how violent I got when I was upset. I need to learn how to control myself before I seriously start hurting people I care about, because I don’t know how I or anyone else would take that…

Prophet

“Goddamnit, go to sleep.” I keep saying that to myself over and over again, but I can’t. Nothing feels right. I’ve been so paranoid all night, and it’s keeping me awake. 

"The new guy isn't harmful, the new guy isn't harmful…" I tell myself over and over again.

My stomach is in knots, my hands are shaky, I’m sweating, and my heart is pounding. I want to sleep so badly, but I just can’t do it.

We have someone new with us, a guy named Destroyer. He was the one who got us away from FEAR, so we owe him our lives. 

"Dude, you have no reason to worry about him. He's clearly scared out of gis mind, why would he be here if he was so nervous?"

My thought process is interrupted when Mourner enters my tent.

"Do you trust this guy?" I ask when he sits down next to me

"He showed us the way out of prison. FEAR found out that we escaped, so they were hunting for us."

The three of them were going to make it out with the way he showed them, but they were going to find him. 

"We brought him with us so we could save him from whatever horrors he had going on there."

We learned through him how bad FEAR had gotten. I was still getting used to the fact that he was in a relationship with one of their most powerful officials, and it was seriously abusive. 

"The official used his power in the government to blackmail Destroyer, saying he would out him for his sexuality and put his life in danger if he tried to leave."

"Why are you telling me this?" Mourner asks.

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around that."

And while they were together, this guy was controlling and violent. Destroyer is very skittish and sensitive.

"We need to tread carefully."

Especially considering that he has a hard time controlling his power sometimes when he gets scared.

"What do you think is the worst thing that could happen?" I ask Mourner.

"He could blow us all up."

"Dark much?"

"I had to kill my best friend when he was brainwashed by FEAR. My father and brother died in war when I was 8. My girlfriend and my mom died within 6 months of each other. Pardon me if my outlook is less than cheery."

"Wow."

I shouldn’t be so paranoid, especially considering the fact that he risked his life to help us. He even said that he helped us out because he knew we were going to do good things, and he was horrified by the atrocities he had seen at the hands of FEAR. 

"Why, exactly,, do you think it took him so long to figure out how terrible-"

"FEAR would leave kids in the middle class cities alone, for the most part."

He could have been killed with us, and if we didn’t take him with us, his “boyfriend” would probably have killed him. 

"So he knew-"

"How terrible, just not to the exact extent? Probably. I doubt he wanted to get attached to an official in the first place."

He didn’t expect anything in return for helping us, we brought him with us because we wanted him to be safe, not because he asked.

"What do you need?"

"We need nothing." Mystic replies.

"What person would instantly think that the people who saved him would want something in return?"

"Abuse can do that to you. No one can ever do something purely because they are nice. After a while, abuse makes it really hard to trust people."

I don’t actually see him as a threat, and I have the ability to see whether or not someone is a problem. He has a good heart, and it’s not like he’s here as a spy, he’s here so he can stay alive. At least, I hope.

"How do you know this?" I sit up to face him.

I’m just scared about him being tracked by FEAR. I don’t think he has any tracking devices on him currently that could lead them to us (watching Mystic smash apart Destroyer's armband was a sight you behold), but I don’t really know. 

"My mom was a psychologist, she specialized in the affects of trauma." He starts laughing.

"She would read me reports when I was little. So many that when I got to school, I was surprised the other kids were freaked out by my knowledge."

I join him in laughing for a solid 5 minutes.

Then I start thinking of Destroyer again.

He’s really scared, and Mystic says that he keeps checking on him and finds him awake, sitting up with his legs tucked against his stomach, rocking back and forth with his eyes wide open.

I know I’m mostly scared because of a potential battle, which is always risky, but he’s scared because his abuser could find him if we’re not careful. 

"Is Mystic watching hom? I don't want him frightened about getting taken away."

I don’t blame him for being scared, I’d probably be scared too if I was in his situation. He needs help, and I want to make sure that I do whatever I can to make him feel more comfortable. 

"Yeah, he is. Deviant is sulking in his own tent. He tried to mess with Destroyer….only to lose in a fistfight with Mystic. Trust me, it was epic."

The best time to worry about Destroyer would be in the morning, but for now, I’m staying awake, and I can tell that it’s going to be a long night…

Mystic

I’ve been tossing and turning all night, I’ve probably changed positions thirty times or more in the last hour. I can’t sleep, my brain is deciding to haunt me right now with images of my past. Not only that, but it keeps taunting me with an image of what I could have been had I been born differently.

Of my family. God, I wish I could’ve been the son they wanted.

“Why are you here?” Someone asks. Just when I was about to get some rest.

“Deviant, if that is you, I swear to God I will punch you in the groin again.”

“No, it’s just me.” I look up, and Destroyer is sitting right next to me.

“Short answer: FEAR.”

I know my disability doesn't define me, and it’s been years since I managed to come to terms with the fact that it’s never going away, but that doesn’t mean the shame I felt has disapeeared. It still lingers sometimes. I was abandoned by the people who I loved the most because of my disability. They saw me as something wicked, something that needed to be disposed of in order for them to thrive. And that’s all because of FEAR.

“What do you mean?”

“Long story. I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“Well, I’m not getting to sleep, and I don’t think you are either.”

I sit up. “Fine, you win.”

I blame every major problem I’ve had in life on FEAR. They’re the reason why I lost my family. They’re the reason why I dealt with shame for years because I felt like I was broken. 

“I…had my first grand mal seizure when I was 9." They made me feel like something was wrong with me, and that I’d have to conceal who I was forever if I wanted to be a good person.

It’s not every night that I can’t sleep because of this, but it’s definitely tonight. The memory of the last time I saw my parents just keeps replaying in my head. 

“And that’s a problem because….?

“Did you grow up in a religious household?”

“Yes, but not as fanatical as other families, from what I heard. I knew they wouldn’t damn me to hell when I came out.”

“Well, mine were. My parents saw me as worthless. They wanted me gone because I was a burden.”

With me as their child, they were seen as less than, just because of something I can’t control. “They made it seem like I was some sort of horrible criminal, and I guess that I was, at least in their eyes.”

I can only imagine what they would say if they saw me nowadays. I’m doing better now, even though I still have seizures sometimes, and I’m trying to overthrow the very system they’ve built. 

“Damn. So they just-left you?”

They would probably kill me, to be completely honest, and that kind of keeps me going. I really miss them sometimes, I still harbor a lot of spite towards what they did, and this is how I fight back against the shame from that, by living as who I really am even though they hate me for it.

“Yeah. Shoved me into the car, didn’t tell me where I was going. Then they pulled over into the desert, and they just-left.”

I tell Destroyer about the first grand mal seizure after I escaped.

The first time I had a seizure in front of any of the guys out here, they had no idea what to do. I thought for sure they believed I was possessed. When I gained consciousness, they told me what they saw, and I swear they were ready to perform a ritual on me to cast the demon out.

“Why did you think they would put you through physical tourture?”

“Everyone else had! I still have burn marks from the last one they inflicted on me, a day before I escaped.”

I show him my wrist, and his eyes grow big.

“So, yeah. I begged the fighter by my side to not tell anyone else. Then I accidentally mentioned it to Prophet. Actually, that was a few days ago.”

“This must be a relief.”

We sit in silence for a little bit, and I start to wonder if he’s done talking.

“Is there anything that’s just…annoying? Like, not damaging, not especially harmful. Just something that makes you want to scream?”

Something that still annoys me to this day?

"How someone who found out about this tried to claim that I was “inspiring” for basic activities." 

"Huh?"

"So, there are basically two responses when people learn about my epilepsy. Either I'm demon possessed and will rot in hell, or I'm a pure Saint."

"How do those ideas go together?"

“I don't know.. And it wasn't big things, it was for completely unrelated tasks and events. Apparently, basic tasks are impossible with any disability.”

I wanted to punch them right in the face, and if this happens today, I will. 

"Get asked for prom? Well, he just shows that anyone can get a date if he can!"

"God, that's just insulting."

"Yeah, that one was my favorite. I've got loads more. Oh, and when it got to the higher ups that I'd had sex with one of the girls, I wasn't even screamed at, because they were all so shocked."

That’s such bullshit. I’m not a child, they shouldn’t be treating me like a little kid. 

"If I’m going to be an “inspiration", I want it to be because of my influence as a leader, not because of my condition.”

Fuck that.

"Then, of course, most people just think I'm possessed by Satan. Those people are the ones I fear. And I've had more exorcisms than I can count."

“CURSE MYSTIC, CURSE PROPHET, CURSE EVERYONE HERE! I SHOULD BE IN CHARGE!” Deviant screams from his tent.

When I turn around, Destroyer is shaking.

This kind of stuff makes me feel even worse for the new guy. He clearly has his own issues, he’s terrified of just about everything, I wouldn’t be surprised if they tortured him more because of it. 

Once Destroyer stops shaking, he grabs on tight to my arm.

“What on earth did they all do to you?”

“I-I-I don’t want to talk about it. I’m sure you can think of a few things

I’ve heard all about what they do to people who don’t meet their standards, and it’s sickening. The things they do are what motivates me more to fight against them, especially knowing now that they no longer spare teenagers.

But it is difficult sometimes, continuing to fight knowing that I’ve killed countless people. They weren’t good people, evil is actually a better word, but it still feels weird to me. I’ve ended lives with a few words. 

“They’re hurting more people now.” Destroyer says.

But I know that they’re hurting teenagers, and that always brings me back to my own pain when my parents just gave me up. Imagine how badly these kids must be hurting.

“Some of these kids are living with the knowledge that their parents sacrificed them.”

“You’re surprised by this?”

“Shouldn’t you be?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve seen too much.”

There’s no way I could keep a clear conscience knowing about that and doing nothing.

Knowing what these people are going through makes me feel for them even more, and it makes me want to free them. But I have no idea where they are. Nonetheless, they deserve to feel safe. I never want anyone to feel what I had to feel when I was alone in the asylum, not knowing if I would live to see another day. 

“Did you know that we were forced to watch all of the executions of our peers?”

“What?”

So if I make any difference in their lives, I’ll feel as if I have a purpose that I fulfilled. 

“Yeah. It was an attempt to deter us from stepping out of line.”

But I have to figure out how to get to them first.

I remember how hard it was for me to trust anyone that first month. I was so scared that they would leave me if they learned anything about me, so I hid everything and lied about even the smallest things. So if these people are anything like me, they’ll be in a similar state, it will be even harder to help them. Nonetheless, I have to do it, I don’t want them to live with the same trauma I have…

[jojolovenotes]

theres supposed to be a meteor shower today and tomorrow, and all i can think about is how much fun it would be if all my fos and i went stargazing.

like, we'd go into to an open area in a forest away from the bright lights of the city and have a picnic. we'd have a little radio to listen to music and dance the night away. we'd build a little campfire and roast marshmallows and tell all sorts of stories! they'd talk about what life is like in their particular world, of all the crazy adventures theyve had (ms. frizzle, jotaro, lisa lisa, and bayonetta telling the most interesting and crazy ones) we'd gaze up at the starry night sky and make out constillations marking the heavens like tattoos, maybe even seeing bits of the milky way spread out across it if we're in an open enough area. we'd see shooting stars and make lots of wishes

we might hear something rustle in the leaves do we shine our flashlights toward it, only to get divebombed by a bat or two (which has happened to my mom every single time we go stargazing djdhf) or it turns out that one of my fos decided to hide in the bushes and jump out once we shone the light near where they were

its always fun imagining how everyone would interact with each other! i feel like theyd all become really good friends with each other!

Oh! That sounds so nice... I’ve never seen a meteor shower before but that sounds like it would be lovely for you to stargaze with your f/o’s! 

That sounds like such a nice time omg. I feel like Ms. Frizzle would definitely have the most to say during such a ‘scientific delight’ as she’d probably call it :P It would be interesting to see all of your f/o’s interact with each other especially since they’re a mixture of personalities! I wonder how Jotaro would feel being around them... Maybe a bit quiet and shy at first but then eventually end up joining the conversation since one of your other f/o’s probably try to encourage him to join in the conversations too. 

Oh my gosh! Getting divebombed by a bat or two haha imagine Jotaro standing up trying to protect you :P Oh my gosh... one of them hiding in a bush would be a good option too :P 

That sounds like a really nice and fun time! :D 

[linphd]

katsuki x fem!reader | camping

katsuki bakugou x reader

female reader

Things are quite ambiguous between Katsuki and (Y/N) after he got saved from the League of Villains, so he decides to make the first move.

no warning

this was supposed to be a gif but it’s broken for some reason oof

inspired by the roleplay I keep talking abt lmao

         The students had asked to go camping during their summer holidays, and they were all happy when the teachers accepted. However, Katsuki got kidnapped in-between, so the teachers decided to settle a huge security system in order to avoid another attack. That meant, Aizawa and Present Mic were going to camp with the students, and some other teachers were going to sleep deeper in the forest, in order to protect them.

            People could sleep with whoever they wanted -since it wasn't a school activity, and could even be a lot in only one tent if the said tent was big enough. And Katsuki had a plan to finally begin his relationship with (Y/N). Indeed, those two were best friends, he was even closer to her than to Kirishima. However, things got ambiguous while he got kidnapped. They both realized they loved each other, even if any of them had admitted it.

           How did they find out ? Well, when Katsuki was back, (Y/N) went to hug him, crying, and the boy had hugged her back ; that was enough to tell that they both felt more than friendship. Like, someone daring to hug Katsuki ? And him, hugging back ? Of course, those who saw it -the Katsuki's rescue squad- didn't say anything about the hug to anyone.

            They were all waiting for the bus, everyone having their sleeping bags and their tents with them. Some people had decided to even take a whole mattress with blankets and pillows because it was more comfortable -(Y/N) included cause she didn't like camping much. Katsuki walked to her. ''We're in the same tent.'' The girl turned, an eyebrow arched. ''But I'm with Mina already ?'' Mina grinned -even if she wasn't aware of the hug, she found that their crush on each other was quite obvious.

          Katsuki scoffed, starting to walk away. ''I should've stayed with the villains, I guess.'' (Y/N) rolled her eyes. ''Okay, okay ! We'll sleep in my tent.'' Mina gasped. ''Are you guys a couple ?! Why are you sleeping together ?!'' The blonde groaned. ''Because we're friends and I prefer to sleep with her than with all those dumbasses.'' That said, he pointed to Kirishima, Sero and Kaminari. Those 3 wanted to share a tent together and with Katsuki, and they had planned to watch a movie. ''You'll fit more with them anyway, alien eyes.'' The girl sounded offended when she answered him, but she agreed anyway.

             In the bus, (Y/N) and Katsuki sat together -they usually were sitting together whenever they were going somewhere with Yuei's bus, so it wasn't uncommon to anyone. ''You like me.'' Katsuki suddenly said during the ride, not looking at the girl next to him. She did the same, focused on looking outside the window. ''Why would I ?'' He smiled. ''You hugged me when I came back.'' Well, he didn't actually 'come back', but still.

              ''But you didn't push me away.'' That was one of the reasons he liked her ; she was witty. He only chuckled at her answer, and that made her smile, still not looking at him. ''You didn't take a sleeping bag, right ? You took your whole fucking bed.'' He said, changing the subject. ''Else it's not comfortable, okay ? Be glad you won't have to sleep in your sleeping bag that I'm sure is smelling like fucking sweat.'' He scoffed ; as if she minded the sweat ! And as if she didn't know only his palms were sweaty !

         Since (Y/N)'s tent was next to the Bakusquad's, nobody noticed who was sleeping with who. However, people noticed that Kaminari had decided to go in Jiro's tent instead, Momo having to sleep with Ochaco and Tsuyu instead. Katsuki was quite glad that people focused on their couple instead of his ; they won't be bothered by anyone.

         During their dinner, the students, along with their two teachers, were sitting by the campfire. (Y/N) went to her tent to take her blanket with her and sat back next to Katsuki. ''You're cold ?'' He asked. Hearing the dumb question, the girl only answered : ''No, I just wanted to be sexy.''

              He scoffed, but decided to put his left arm behind her back anyway ; he didn't want to wrap his arm around her, since people would've noticed, but if he only held her back, hiding his arm, it wasn't a big deal. ''You said that my body was warm.'' He muttered. ''That's because of your fucking sweaty quirk.'' That damn bitch.

           When they went back in their tent -after they had put on their pyjamas, one after the other- people finally noticed they were sleeping in the same tent. But hey, those guys were always together, unlike Kaminari and Jiro. Kaminari had good ideas sometimes.

          At the beginning, Katsuki and (Y/N) stayed on their phones. They could hear the movie their friends were watching from the other tent, so they decided not to put a background music or anything. (Y/N) was scrolling on her social media while Katsuki was playing some random game. At some point, the girl decided to watch the game.

          ''Why are you looking at me ?'' He asked. ''I'm not looking at you, I'm looking at your phone. -You wanna play ? -Nah, I'm good.'' However, their little chat got cut off when (Y/N) noticed something. ''AH ! A SPIDER, PUT IT OUTSIDE, PUT IT OUTSIDE !'' Hearing the girl scream, Aizawa asked, from outside. ''What's going on ?'' Katsuki took the spider in his hand while (Y/N) pushed the blanket away from her, in case there were other spiders. ''Nothing, she just saw a spider.'' That said, Aizawa nodded and the blonde opened the tent to throw the spider.

        (Y/N) looked everywhere in the tent to find more of those creatures, while Katsuki chuckled, going back on his phone. ''There isn't any spider anymore.'' She groaned. ''Maybe ! We never know, they can hide !'' He rolled his eyes. ''I mean, we're in a forest, what did you expect ?'' She groaned a second time. ''I didn't even want to come in the first place, they all forced me too !'' He chuckled at her answer.

          Then, she started to pat her body and face. ''What the fuck are you doing ?'' But she didn't answer, gasping instead. She grabbed a very thin lock of hair that was tickling her nose. ''Oh, it's only my hair, I was scared there was a spider on my nose.'' Katsuki stared at her, an eyebrow arched. ''There is a spider on your nose.'' She furrowed her eyebrows. ''I'm not that dumb, I would've felt it.''

Still, since the boy was staring at her nose, the girl rubbed it and rubbed the rest of her face in the process. After that, she looked back at him. ''How did you manage to avoid it ? It's not that tiny !'' She frowned. ''Don't look at me like that, Katsuki ! Take it off ! I'm scared of those, just take it off !''

He rolled his eyes and got closer to her. ''You must be a really fucking idiot not to be able to take it off.'' She wanted to yell at him, but she remembered that Present Mic and Aizawa were in another tent, and she didn't want them to ask again what was going on. Nonetheless, Katsuki pushed back a lock of her hair that was on her nose again, cupping her face in the process. She realized what was going on, but he immediately kissed her when she did.

When the boy pulled away, he grinned and pecked her lips several times, never releasing her face. ''I told you I would've felt it if I had a spider on my nose...'' she muttered, looking down. ''Still, you fell for it.'' He answered. After that first kiss they had, Katsuki decided to pull her into a hug to fall asleep, cuddling and kissing her, watching a movie while doing so.

The next morning, the students were having a walk in the forest. They could go wherever they wanted, if a teacher was accompanying them. ''Anyone who wanna go to the river, come with me !'' Midnight said, smiling and waving. ''I'm going with Mina ! I wanna drown her underwater !'' (Y/N) said, turning her back to Katsuki and jumping to follow Midnight.

Katsuki chuckled and smiled. ''I was sure if you wanted to go there it was because you had planned something, fucking nerd.'' Shoto, who was walking by to follow Aizawa, stopped when he noticed that. ''Kirishima, Sero and Ashido heard you guys kissing last night. They told everyone. You're not very discreet.'' Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows, instantly turning to his classmate. ''WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ?! I'M GONNA KILL THEM !''

[punkscowardschampions]

Jac & Savannah

Jac: Are you warm enough? Jac: 🧣🤗🧤🤗🧥 Savannah: No but that's a total secret, okay? I can't cope with the others judging me for trying to look nice Jac: I'll never tell Jac: [subtly getting her a blanket or something though, obviously] Jac: no one can come for your look 😍 Savannah: [you know we're snuggling under this blanket together because shameless excuse to be close af] Savannah: oh I see, you're trying to warm me up by making me 😳 it's fine that can be our secret too Jac: [would be so 😳 forreal] Jac: you can blame the 🔥 Savannah: [putting her head on the bae's shoulder like we're not already close enough and doing a little happy sigh] Savannah: but your compliments deserve full credit, anything else would be unfair Jac: [patting her head under the guise of checking out the boujee hat] Jac: your outfit arguably deserves a higher class of event but I'm still glad you're here Savannah: [doing a hat swap because we do so love sharing clothes with the bae and it's amusing as well as a shameless excuse to check her out like hmm what do we think] Savannah: I'm glad I'm here too Jac: It would be weird if you weren't Jac: I'm as close to you as my siblings now Jac: in a different way, obviously but still Savannah: [swapping the hats back because the bae is serving a look and also then we have to fix her hair and make that a moment™ soz Amelia for this blatant flirting you are witnessing rn] Savannah: I feel so at home here, with you Jac: [when you think the bae is perfect so you can't even pretend to sort her hair, so you end up fussing with your own after her like ugh it's so unruly but we're 🥰 and seriously soz have a more or something] Jac: You are Jac: you're always welcome, even when we're celebrating weird non-holiday holidays Savannah: [just giving her all the compliments out loud because we see that fussy and also we don't care who hears us, again soz Amelia and snuggling again] Savannah: I'd make you the same offer in a heartbeat if I felt welcome at my house Jac: [snuggling her extra hard for a hot sec there] Jac: I know, baby Savannah: [likewise and just burying our face in the bae's shoulder fully because emotions and doing a little sad sigh this time] Jac: [doing something to make her happy, probably posting the picture of her for example] Savannah: [giving her all the compliments again because that is a good picture tbh gal you clearly have skills but then because I'm evil I'm gonna say your bf sees it and so you're texting him forever while he's with his friends doing whatever] Jac: [at least you have an excuse to get up, like your other guests lol] Savannah: [just gotta do something extra as she's getting up like take her hand and make her do a little spin or something cos you're a nerd and we know you care more about this than whatever your bf is saying] Jac: don't faint Savannah: catch me & it won't be an issue Jac: I don't need to tell you it's dangerous to play near or with 🔥 Savannah: [as close to a LOOK as we can get away with] Jac: 😈 Savannah: he wants to see me, like, right now Savannah: but I don't think he's offering a higher class of event Jac: 😏 and obviously, you have to make him sweat it out a bit Jac: right? Savannah: all night at least Jac: Poor Ty Savannah: Do you think I'm being too 😈? Jac: not enough, if anything Savannah: oh really, well I hate that Jac: I'm sure it'll do the job on Ty Jac: but I think you could do better Savannah: of course I could, especially if the alternative means disappointing you Savannah: I don't ever want to Jac: It's very unlikely that you could Savannah: It's impossible, I promise Jac: Don't worry, it wasn't a challenge Savannah: I'm not worried if it is, I'll rise to it for you Jac: 🌠🌠🌠 Jac: I am going to have to challenge my brother not to be that basic white boy who brings out an acoustic 'round the campfire, excuse me 🙄😅 Savannah: 😄 Savannah: as long as Isabelle doesn't decide to sing along, because it'll be a challenge for me to sit through that Jac: 😬 Jac: she ALWAYS gets the words wrong! Jac: I think she might be partially deaf Savannah: you would know Savannah: it's a shame she's HOPELESS at sign language Jac: honestly, she'd need to do some brain training first Jac: bless her Savannah: I'm still waiting for you to teach me, maybe I'll be worse than she is Jac: [gutted you can't say gay things 'cos most people here can understand but you can still come teach her] Savannah: [Amelia do be watching you and she definitely can] Savannah: [Jude would also just be chiming in telling Savannah what she's doing wrong like a blunt bitch so now we're mortified because we have to be good at everything] Jac: [just showing her how to tell Jude to fuck off or something like excuse you] Savannah: [literally never swears because she's that kind of trying to be classy so you've been spared gal but we're not forgetting that you made us look a fool] Jac: She literally couldn't tie her own shoes 'til like last year Jac: I wouldn't spend any energy on her Savannah: it's fine, I'd rather know my mistakes Jac: She knows it's as rude to listen in on a sign conversation as it is a normal one Jac: honestly, I don't know where her manners have gone half the time Savannah: I'll have to get better now so we can have a conversation worth listening in on Jac: I'll show you properly Jac: when we have some privacy Savannah: you can come home with me, we'll have plenty of privacy if we leave here late enough Jac: You're really gonna make him wait then Jac: 😘 Savannah: he'll be too drunk to be any use to me once his friends are done with him Savannah: & anyway, I want to be with you Jac: Good Jac: of course I'll come Savannah: I feel like I haven't even seen you since Ty & I reconciled, I've really missed you Jac: he had a lot he had to make up for Jac: so I've missed you more Savannah: [touching that necklace he gave us without realising we're doing it as we recall that horrible argument] Savannah: I'm all yours now Jac: Good Jac: because we're both going to need really long 🛀 to get the smoke smell out of our hair Savannah: ugh true! I'll wash yours if you wash mine Jac: 100% Jac: and would you ever trust a boy with your hair, no matter how sorry he is Savannah: No way! Savannah: plus he's too tall to fit in the 🛁 with me, even the huge one at my house Savannah: he'd just sulk the entire time Savannah: I'm so sorry I'm taller than the other girl you dated Jac: the basketball boys always go out with tiny girls Jac: it's like their thing Jac: so weird Savannah: right? 🙄 Savannah: it's a totally possessive thing, I'm glad you can't stand over me to feel powerful, excuse me Jac: honestly Jac: people always talk about short guy's complexes but tall lads think they're so superior just for having a few inches, okay we get what you're trying to put out and it ain't cute Savannah: exactly Savannah: & if picking me up & throwing me around is SUCH a turn on for you, work at it 💪🏾 I have to put in effort to look good too Jac: Not about it Savannah: Ty isn't either, he's the gentlest boy in the world Jac: Yeah he is Savannah: maybe too gentle sometimes, but I didn't say so Jac: I get it Jac: you don't have to think he's perfect just because you're going out with him Savannah: he definitely doesn't think I am Jac: he's got no complaints though Savannah: for now, I suppose Jac: he told me, you saw Jac: he thinks you're good, if not perfect Savannah: he doesn't want to lose me Jac: he's not stupid Savannah: ^^ he'll say anything, that's what boys do Jac: yeah Jac: how much they mean is a different story Savannah: my dad's never meant a single word he's said to us Jac: even if he meant it at the time Jac: he didn't stick to his word, and that's what counts Savannah: yes, it is Jac: Ty's dependable Savannah: I'm not though, I'm a wreck Jac: hey Jac: [looks at her and shakes her head like no] Jac: do you want to go inside for a bit? we can be getting more food and drinks or whatever Savannah: okay Jac: [casually run off hand in hand so you can go properly talk about this] Savannah: [soz not soz everyone] Jac: [also said your garden would not be that big so probably gonna need to go upstairs or down so everyone's not just 👀 lol] Savannah: [get in the basement for that parallel] Jac: [sounds creepy but yes lol, go forth for that privacy hens] Savannah: [yet again we're just telling the bae stuff that we haven't told anyone including our bf #bonding] Jac: [we know the fucking vibes, y'all gonna be ages and do not care remotely] Savannah: [gotta fix Savannah's makeup for her to because she'll have done a little cry so that's gay & intimate] Jac: [honestly how this kiss doesn't happen sooner hun] Savannah: [that's the scolding hot tea] Jac: [casual patience of a saint somehow] Savannah: [we both know you're scared to cross that line hens] Jac: [mhmm how you just don't though when the tension is this high and obvious but you know, sort yourselves out] Savannah: [for now though go back outside to find Amelia has left] Jac: how rude Savannah: Do you have any messages from her? Jac: she told them she was feeling sick Jac: but she's not said anything more than that in a message either Savannah: one of her migraines? Jac: probably Jac: smoke can be a trigger, I guess Jac: oh well, I'll message her in the group chat, make sure she's okay Savannah: I hope she got home okay Savannah: it was a bit rude of Is not to go with her & make sure Jac: ^^ I'm like, girl Jac: you've had THREE hot dogs Jac: you could've done without the last one to be a better friend but priorities, I suppose Savannah: ^^ she could've at least come & got us so we could do the right thing if she wasn't going to Jac: Seriously Jac: now I look lowkey bad like thanks 🙄 Savannah: No, it's my fault Savannah: I feel bad, poor Amelia Jac: Oh my God, no, it's so not your fault Savannah: it's okay, I know I'm beyond demanding Jac: You aren't Jac: She just has a headache Jac: you're actually going through it right now Jac: you deserve time to vent Savannah: 😔 Savannah: but I do understand if you're upset with me Jac: I'm not, at all Jac: just at Is a bit for not handling the whole situation properly Savannah: Would you like me to talk to her? Jac: That's fine, we don't need to get into their drama Jac: it's like, not a situation and not going to be one because Is either wants it to be or is literally too ditzy to check in on Amelia herself without being explicitly told Savannah: You're right Savannah: you deserve a good night even if it is a fake holiday Jac: I'm having a good night with you Savannah: Oh please, I can do better Savannah: I've been crying for most of it Savannah: [proves it by doing the most, throwing ourselves into all the activities and thus the bae as well] Savannah: [I like to imagine poor Isabelle trying to get involved & we're just subtly not having it] Jac: [montage time, honestly Is you would've been better to leave too, at least the fam is here so you aren't being totally ignored lol] Savannah: [soz that we're just falling in love here] Jac: [literally can't help it sorry they don't mean the harm they casually do] Savannah: now you're having a good night Jac: an even better one, yeah Savannah: I'll be your 🌠 Savannah: anything you want, all you have to do is whisper it to me & I'll make sure it comes true Jac: Tinkerbell's got nothing on you Savannah: your happiness is so important to me, with or without the 👏🏾 Jac: you know I'd do anything for you too Jac: I feel like I should do more Jac: be better Savannah: you do more for me than anyone else EVER has, if you did more you'd be putting your own mental health & wellbeing at risk for the sake of mine Savannah: I'm not trying to be a drain of you like Is, who literally needs her hand held through every little thing Jac: I know, you're just so good to me Jac: but you're good FOR me too Savannah: I'm not always this selfish, I swear Jac: you're literally the most selfless Jac: all you do is look after Sienna and you're the best friend to me and girlfriend to Ty Jac: it hurts my heart sometimes Jac: I just wanna take care of you and make your life so easy you can thrive and shine Savannah: You're going to make me cry again Savannah: [IRL 🥺 because the bae is so pure & genuinely takes such good care of us] Savannah: I'll survive this & you'll see what I'm actually like without all this drama surrounding me Savannah: I really will be the best friend to you forever Jac: [we're such emotional bitches atm and always tbh hennys] Jac: I know you will, you're already amazing Jac: you're going to be unstoppable Jac: and I'm gonna be right there with you Savannah: [it's the only emotion we can safely express rn because smooching is forbidden] Savannah: I'm totally fine with doing trust falls Savannah: you know I believe in you & our future together Jac: 🌍 sister connection Jac: [because we are all earth signs except Amelia soz gal] Savannah: ^^ yes! Savannah: [take your bae to dance because it's a party and that's the only excuse we need] Jac: [bye at how much of a moment that'd be] Savannah: [literally there's every chance it's the first time they have because her bf would always be there at parties and stuff so I'm deceased] Jac: [we know you'd have no qualms stealing her away but a party with loads of peers is different from how intimate this is, at best everyone has a few friends] Savannah: [exactly that, so glad you don't have to see this Amelia you really would have a headache] Jac: [yeah this would be 💔] Savannah: [thank god we've got Isabelle cockblocking rn because y'all are too in love tbh] Jac: [just joins in 'cos not in love with you and thus oblivious] Savannah: [they'd be so annoyed lol] Jac: [lmao oh isabelle] Savannah: [go get some drinks or something gals and whisper shade to each other about this poor third wheel because any excuse to keep that intimacy going] Jac: [it's a good thing you are lowkey oblivious or you'd be way more upset by it all too] Savannah: [god bless you Isabelle, so soz you get done so dirty] Jac: [in the end you live your best life, just not being friends with this squad lol] Savannah: [the best thing for you is getting new friends my love, but for now I like to imagine she's talking to them about some boy or other, remember those you massive gays] Jac: 😬 him Jac: seriously?!? Savannah: What is she thinking of? & more importantly, what part of her body is leading her in those thoughts Jac: 😷 I can't Jac: so many cold showers necessary for her and honestly just some 🧼 for him Savannah: He asked me out, knowing full well I'm not single or interested, it was horrific Jac: the definition of no shame Savannah: I didn't know what to do Jac: I bet you didn't Jac: the actual nerve Savannah: Not to sound like Amelia, but I genuinely have no understanding of what she approves of or thinks we'll approve of about most of the boys she talks about Jac: Availability? Jac: like, imagine that was all a boy had to say about you Savannah: that's so sad Jac: like if they weren't so gross themselves, I'd feel sorry for them Savannah: I've just decided, I'm going to find her a boyfriend we can all stand to be around, Ty'll know someone Savannah: it'll give you a much needed break from how clingy she is & my heart won't hurt anymore from hearing her talk like this about boys who aren't worthy Jac: Such a nice idea 👼🏾 Jac: does he know anyone that will deal with her though Jac: she's a lot Savannah: It may not be an overnight success but I'll work my 🔮✨ Jac: I believe in nothing harder than I believe in your magic Savannah: I'm your girl too, just like you told Ty, of course you have faith in me & because you do, I feel so capable of anything 🥰 Jac: It had to be said Jac: like we said, the possessive thing, not it Jac: you're you and you're so many things to so many people, and you're especially important to me Jac: if he wants you, he's gotta accept that Savannah: ^^^ Savannah: I love you & you're always going to be part of my life, I hope he is too, obviously but there's none of that uncertainty with you, you are & you will be Jac: Right, romantic relationships are arguably almost always the least secure, that's just realistic Jac: ask any girl who ditches ALL her friends and then gets dumped Savannah: oh god, I could NEVER Savannah: I need you Jac: The concession they must make in their lives, like, who do you talk to about the stuff he has no interest in, who gives you advice from a woman's perspective??? Jac: so toxic Savannah: He & I have very different styles of self care, I'm sorry I simply would not survive Jac: 🏋️ is part of the daily grind, NOT a way to unwind, sorry Ty Savannah: 😄 Savannah: Don't worry, I promise I won't wake you as early tomorrow for our workout Jac: I'm not, I nearly ALWAYS wake up before you Jac: but that's okay, you look adorable and very peaceful 😴😘 Savannah: well it takes me longer to fall asleep Savannah: you look even more adorable & peaceful then 👼🏻☁ Jac: okay, so we're even 😅 Savannah: the universe is keeping everything in balance for us Savannah: I love that Jac: I know, right? Jac: if we had a 👶🏾 or a job share we'd be KILLING it Savannah: 🥺 you're going to have the cutest babies ever! Jac: 🤞 the dad's DNA doesn't screw that up Savannah: No way, we'll find you someone perfect Jac: I have more hope for Uni Savannah: you don't trust my matchmaking skills? Jac: No, no Jac: just the boys you have to choose from here 😬😂 Savannah: 😄You're right, an LDR makes much more sense for you & I wouldn't have to share you as often Savannah: I'll find you a first year uni boy who goes to school with Ty's brother Jac: You think so? Savannah: definitely, he'll fit into your schedule without wanting to become your schedule Savannah: & you may actually be able to have & sustain a proper conversation, depending what he studies Jac: you really do have the best ideas Jac: Obviously down Savannah: [immediately starts sending her pics and profiles because we're extra] Savannah: Let me know who you like & I'll totally make it happen Jac: I'll look properly tonight at yours Jac: [like no, Isabelle, you may not have more than a peep so you're #curious] Savannah: there's no rush, whenever you're ready Jac: 😍😍 Savannah: [snuggling again with our IRL 😍 because we're in love bitch] Savannah: [Savannah is just that touchy feely hoe like soz gal she's gonna just be touching you ALL THE TIME] Jac: [at least you'd have to vaguely get used to it or literally die haha, we know the 😍 are and will be for you but we'll pretend to be into these lads so we can scheme it together] Savannah: [we've since the pics you had a touchy feely vibe with Amelia too, even if it was more like hugs and piggy backs lol you can do this] Jac: [mhmm, arguably you can't but you carry it on for a long time lol]

[outcast-thingz]

Pairing: Nonbinary (Yuki) x Male (Thomas) Two random characters I came up with (once again thank you @red-riot-rat for the names)

Summary: What do you do when the most important person in your life to you gets cheated on? Taking them camping and have the closest time either of you have ever had of course. And maybe.. just maybe confess your crush?

Warnings: fluff, casual cussing, mahbe some angst.., did I mention fluff

Inspiration:

Whispering Wishes

       "He what!?" Yuki's nostrils flared as listens to his friend's recent woes, "first that jealous good for nothing breaks your heart and now this idiot stands up a stud like you?! You really shouldn't waste your eyes on jealous guys, fuck that noise" 

"Yuki, I'm okay really they were just some stupid guys." Thomas's weary voice came through the phone that Yuki put on speaker.

"You're right sweetness, they are stupid guys. However, one of them is a stupid guy you loved and spent three years with and the other is an asshole who stood you up last night." Forcing themself to take a deep breath Yuki calms. "Okay, okay… I got chu~" their voice became soft and sweet like the gentle strumming of a ukulele. "Pack yourself a bag Thomas. Make sure you got enough clothes for at LEAST three or four days, oh and don't forget swimming trunks!" They smile as they start to pack.

"Wha..what for?" Thomas sniffled.Yuki sighed, 

"Listen, it's clear to me you need a pick-me-up, I'll be there in twenty five" 

"I-.. okay, Yuki." The phone call ends.

       Within ten minutes Yuki packed clothes, snacks, drinks, and camping stuff into his pickup truck. Truthfully most of it was pre-packed since Yuki planned on surprising Thomas with a camping trip anyways.

"I hate that this happened to him but at least I have an excuse to see him now." They told themself. The pickup truck roars upon the key being turned. "I know precious," Yuki patted the dashboard, "you get your wish today. We're going on a road trip." They roll out and spend the next fifteen minutes driving to Thomas's place. 

       *knock, knock, na-na-knock, knock knock* Yuki played their knuckles on Thomas's door. 

He opens the door and greeted them, "Ba, da-da da da, da Da… Hello Yuki." It hurt Yuki to see bags under his best friend's eyes. Self guilt cloaked itself with a luke-warm smile and pulled on the strings around Yuki's heart. Without missing a beat they wrapped their arms around Thomas. "I-... I" his lips tremble, "Please Yuki. I don't want to cry right now," he held back the river that rammed against the damn he built. He could feel the care from a dear friend chipping its way at his damn; if yuki kept this up much longer Thomas was bound to cry and wasn't sure he'd ever stop. Yuki sighed and back from the hug allowing their hands to slip down his arms. They curled Thomas's fingers holding them gently.

"Sorry, I guess you could say I like to push my luck." Yuki jokes. Thomas surprised both of them when he giggled. Yuki smiled, "are you all packed?" He nodded, "Good. I'll get the bags and then you can take my hand, lets take a drive!" They insisted. Soon enough the two left hand in hand.

       This is something Yuki was waiting for, 

'I've been living in the future; hoping I would see you sooner' they thought to themself. Every so often Thomas offers to drive but every time Yuki would shake their head, "we may have the gps but you don't know where we're going, it's a surprise. So, I want you riding shotgun." After a few minutes of silence Thomas sighs. "What's up, buttercup?" They ask and place their free hand on Thomas's closest hand. He holds his best friend's hand with both of his.

"Yuki, why-... why do you choose to stay my friend?" He hesitates as if he is afraid of the answer. Yuki frowns internally, it hurts them to know some jerk got under their best friend's skin.

'Oh Thomas�� he still has a hold on you. Nothing can change the fact that in my eyes you are the love of my life.' They smile and gently squeezes Thomas's hands.

"Becuse, I knew when I got one right," Yuki turns their head, "what'da'ya say we fall in love for the night and forget in the mornin?" They turn back to the road. The two of them laugh since it seems like Yuki was joking.

"I'll make you a different deal, how about get some music going? I'm being a total party pooper so Play me a song that you like; you can bet I'll know every line!" Thomas challenges and Yuki accepts. They watch Thomas from the corner of their eye. After a few song pass Yuki could see Thomas relax more and truly enjoy the ride. It made Yuki happy to see the love of their life forgetting about their pain and feeling free again.

'I'm the [person] that your boy hoped that you would avoid; don't waste your time on jealous guys; fuck that noise! Thats right you asshole, I know how to make him forget all about you. But I know better than to ever call [him] mine… I suppose by taking Thomas away from people like this doesn't make me any better than the jealous ex..'

       After spending half the day driving the giggling duo reaches their destination.

"A camping area?" Thomas moves his lips to one side as he furrows his brows.

"Mhmm!" Yuki nods and gets out of the car, "Not just any camping area, the one-"

"The one we met at, yeah, I recognize it now. You're family was set up in the camping area by the river next to ours." Thomas reflects as he stares at the familiar surroundings. A spark of joy lights in his eyes once again. He walks over to his best friend and hugs them, "Thank you, Yuki. You're amazing." 

"Nope, you're amazing. If it wasn't for you coming on the camping trip I would have left with my mom"

"You're just saying that-" Thomas stops abruptly. Yuki had pulled themself away from the hug, and placed their hands on either side of his face. Determination, that was all Thomas could see.

"No. I'm not." Yuki states, "before you getting along with others was hard for me but you took time to know me, understand me. I lo-... I love our friendship." 

'I'm and Idiot! Why don't I just confess my undying love right now!?... stupid' 

For a moment Thomas was stunned. Soon enough he was laughing, leaving Yuki puzzled.

"And I thought I was the grateful one. I think you've changed life for me just as much as I've changed life for you. I'm not sure what I would do without you Yuki." He takes their hands off his face and wraps his arms around Yuki. There it was again, that bittersweet feeling; they loved him so damn much but knew they could never have them.

       Thomas and Yuki spend a few days out camping. They hike the surrounding area, jump in the freezing river, regret it and warm up by the fire, and just talk themselves to sleep. Each day was filled with smile Yuki loved to see, the laugh they love to hear, scent of pine needles and campfires they loved to smell, as well as, the gentle boops and forehead kisses they loved to feel.

*late at night on the trip's last night*

       "No! No don't apologize for that!" Yuki frantically waved their arms dismissively, "I love when you talk that nerdy shit!" He chuckles as Yuki just stare at those eyes that are lit with passion. They could stare at that forever. Thomas sighs and looks back at the clear sky

"We're in our twenties talking talking thirty's shit!" He jokes. Yuki copies his moves,

"Yeah but think about it.. with all that you know about astrology, even if we just do it as a side business we'll be makin' money but we're savin' it! Cause talking shit is cheap and we talk a lot of it!" they joke back.

Thomas promptly rises from his chair and marches over to his best friend. 

"You better take that back!" A wild grin graced his face, "Astrology is not shit! You take it back!" They raise a brow daringly with a smirk they couldn't help but show.

"Oh yeah and what are you gonna do about it? ~Tommy Bear~" they tease.

"That's it!!" Thomas proclaims before staring a tickle attack.

"AHH! NO HAHA NN-NO! HAHAH" Yuki playfully cries out between laughs. 'You won't stay with me I know; but your can have your way with me till you go.' 

"Okay. Okay. I take it back!" They manage to say. Thomas stops tickling and gives Yuki a peck on the for head.

"An apology for tickling too much." He states.

"But that doesn't make any sense!" Yuki giggles. The man just shakes their head and sits on Yuki's lap. "Thomas wh-"

"Shhhh" he places a finger on their lips, "pillows don't talk." He leaves his head to the side, resting it atop Yuki's shoulder. "Although I did here some sing." He mutters.

Once again Yuki giggles, they couldn't get over how adorable the love of their life was.

'If all your kisses turn to bruises, then I'm a warning.' A twang upon their heart as they reminded all the forehead kisses they had been given. It was like someone flicking a bruise with a metal glove on. 

       "Let's fall in love for the night, and forget in then morning," They sing as they wrap their arms securely around their best friend and childhood crush, "Play me a song that you like you can bet I'll know every line… cause I'm the [person] that your boy hoped you avoid." They glance down to see Thomas already fast asleep. Still they continue, "Don't waste your time on jealous guys, fuck.. that.. nooiise…. I know better, I know better" they trail off into a hum 'I love you Thomas with every part of me but... I know better than to eevvver.. call you-oo miiine~..' Yuki gave Thomas a gentle kiss on his cheek before whispering as quietly as possible, "I love you, forever and always Thomas…" He stirs a bit in his sleep but nevertheless stays asleep. "Heh heh~" Yuki chuckles and leans their head against his quickly falling asleep.

The end

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Additionally,

To: the Anti-maskers & Anti- vaxxers (disease spreaders)

one: the term corona virus, is not the name of the virus, but a category of the type of shape the virus is. the virus is actually SARS-cov 2

yes that SARS. perhaps you've heard of it.

two: the fatality rate of SARS-cov2 was never the paramount issue. the actual issue is the highly contagious nature of this respiratory virus, creating a flood into our emergency rooms and hospitals. not sure if you're aware of this but, people are still having heart attacks, getting into car wrecks, being shot by ex wives/husbands, falling off of ladders, getting cancer, etc.

three: the reasons "well i'll just get it and then i won't have to worry about it" is a terrible and incredibly unhelpful plan to abide by, is that for every person who contracts the disease, is another chance for the virus to mutate (perhaps become more deadly and give you life long health issues). also with SARS-cov2 after being infected, the incubation period (aka when you're most contagious but not showing symptoms yet) is approximately TWO WEEKS. so no do not plan to get the virus.

four: "masks don't do anything", yes they do. for any virus or bacteria which travel through the air on respiratory fluids or mucus droplets, masks prevent the spread. in many asian countries it's very common to wear a mask in public when you're sick as a courtesy to those around you. why the western world still can't figure out the correct way to cough or sneeze in general (like a vampire into your elbow, turned away from others) or why the custom of wearing masks was not already a thing, is beyond me.

five: "it's my right not to wear a mask"! False. masks are required for public safety. it is not your right to endanger others by knowingly spreading a disease. if you are still confused on this let me list some other things that are a matter of public safety and NOT within your rights. it is not your right to; drive on the wrong side of the road, not wear your seatbelt, be naked in public, spit on the produce in grocery stores, drive intoxicated, start a campfire or light off a firecracker in fire prone brush areas, smoke on an airplane, inside a restaurant, hospital, mall, retail store or literally anyplace indoors. so no you can not do these things. the law and fines should be enforced and not everything is your right.

six: i didn't forget about you anti-vaxxers. let's start with the newest anti-vaxxers, if you are "afraid" of the covid-19 vaccine, or plan to not get it, i don't care if you've gotten other vaccines in the past and you're "only worried about this one" you are an anti-vaxxer (and an idiot).

seven: "the vaccine was made to fast" when i hear this my first question is always, really and how long does it normally take to make a vaccine... oh you don't know? i thought not. just because you found out about science last week, doesn't mean there aren't people who dedicate their lives to the study of viruses and infectious diseases (myself included shoutout to my fellow microbio majors). also NEWS FLASH ASSHOLE, it's not like oh i don't know the ENTIRE world's scientists were working on it day and night for over a year. p.s, i got the vaccine and i have yet to grow a third arm or turn into a lizard person. (although both would be pretty cool)

eight: "the virus doesn't exist outdoors" Yes it does. just because brunch with the girls is out on a restaurant patio doesn't mean the virus mystically goes away. you are still susceptible to being infected by those with you. so let's not do things with 15 of our "friends" and let's be honest there are no 15+ people who are actually friends (or family that enjoy all being together) anyway, so let's kill two bullshit birds with one stone, shall we?

nine: "what we're just supposed to stop living our lives"? Yes. what most are referring to "their lives" as, are all privileged activities that you may be surprised to learn a large percentage of people in this country (the U.S) who don't regularly have access to dental care, restaurants, frequent haircuts, and farmers markets. so no i don't have sympathy for your roots Karen, and by the way you were never fooling anyone into thinking you were ever blonde, nor do i have an ounce of sympathy for your lack of concerts/music festivals Braden, which let's be honest are just sweaty and smelly excuses for guys to rub up against girls who can't escape (because they're in a giant herd or drunk people). so yes, in a worldwide pandemic of an airborne virus, you do need to stop "living your lives". and yes you should be unhappy, because it's a fucking pandemic and everyone is suffering, just be glad you have health insurance, air conditioning, and streaming services. next.

ten: lastly, anti-vaxxing and "alternative medicine" is ridiculous and you should be shot out into the vacuum of space where you'd be more useful. A vaccine created from a virus's RNA (any at all) can not cause autism. autism is a genetic disorder that deals with the way synaptic relays process things very similarly to adhd, with small differences in trait presentation of each disorder. on the topic of alternative medicine, just because a far east country has been doing a remedy for "thousands of years" doesn't mean it works. there's a reason polio still exists in many of those countries. And when you contract a disease we already have vaccines for you give the disease a chance to mutate, which can create new strains rendering the vaccine useless, and endangering everyone. again, having vaccination be a requirement for public school, colleges, any medical or public dealing industries, is not an attack on your rights and IS a matter of public safety (and simple common sense and logic).

thank you for coming to my ted talk. i will take no further questions.

p.s the CDC has said that the natural antibodies you build after having covid only last about 90 DAYS after having it. GET VACCINATED AND STOP BEING GROSS.

People horrifically fucking up facts about evolution and genetics too support their stupid beliefs or to seem smart and “rational” is probably one of my big pet peeves