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actualyoyo · 1 year

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Why kirishima ejirou would relate to Mary z by mc cafferty

As we know eji was “emo” in middle school and as some one who listens to “emo” kid music the probability he would know this song is high (maybe not in Japan but wtv) in highschool he would associate this song with his past especially middle school (he’s so me)

Also in this there is a lot of head cannoning (queer kirishima, bullied kirishima, mentally I’ll kirishima, kirishima likes bakugou, kirishima doesn’t like himself, etc) so BIG Tw for depressing stuff⚠️

-there came a point in my life when I became really sad. I used to be so afraid that nothing would change. So I ran to the wall. Climbing hoping I’d fall. And I mean it, I mean it that I will finally change

In middle school we know he was sad due to his quirk etc. he thought that way due to the fact he thought his quirk was useless. Wall as in wanting to be a hero, as some one who has mental issues it’s very real to do something that you know you will fail at to feel something. He wants to change (he does) to be a hero and a more out going person.

I had that look in my eye. That night I finally died. I said that everything’s scary and people will change. they leave bodies and ditch. They love quivering lips. They love violence and terror. God I hope you don’t change.

Could be referring to his scar or something, died =dying his hair, he could have been having a mental break down and dyed it. He probably got bullied and is talking about that as well as society in general would be very traumatic for a kid who is already struggling mentally. God he hopes he doesn’t change could be mostly sarcasm in his mind but we know he does have a “violent” person per say and screams a lot so he could just be having a depressed teen angst thing here.

Your so lovely well I’m so ugly. And you say softly, that you don’t want me. It’s easy to pick up you’ll never grow up. Easy to break up, my life is broken.

Could be talking about Mina and bakugou “lovely” powerful and popular, “ugly” his scar, quirk, personality etc. probably has had some issues or things that people don’t want him. Grow up could be talking about himself moving past his past. Every emo kid has had a bad e dating experience so it’s probably referring to that.

Now, lay down, brick for, I build my own house. On my own hill with out you all.

Talking about leaving his middle school peers and “building” up his quirk. Could just be more emo I hate people talk as well.

There came a point in your life when you became really sad. You used to be so afraid that nothing would change. So you ran to the wall. Climbing hoping you’d fall. And I mean it, I mean it that I will finally change. You had that look in my eye. That night I finally died. You said that everything’s scary and people will change. they leave bodies and ditch. They love quivering lips. They love violence and terror. God I hope i don’t change.

Either talking in third person or maybe about bakugou. Dreaming about bakugou caring about him dying probably. God I hope I don’t change either sarcasm or he’s talking about his current self and how he doesn’t want his future job to change him.

You're so lovely, well I'm so ugly.And you say softly, that you don't want me.It's easy to pick, fuck you'll never grow up.Easy to break up, my life is broken.Now, lay down, brick for, I build my house.On my own hill, without you all.

Same as the last one. Fuck you’ll never grow up talking about his old class mates ig

Hang with the good girls, never with the bad ones.Sleep with the hot guys, never with the nice ones.Base all my choices, off of my friendships.Wear lots of make up, don't think they notice. I am the anger, I am the motive.I am the trigger, I am the bullet.I am the Mary, I am the Zoloft.I am the last call, I am the one off

Talking about ua class mates, he wishes he wasn’t so safe and could take risks and be like a normal high schooler. Talking about the guys he likes, probably just hates his taste essp sense he is into men and a man. Also probably doesn’t want to like bakugou because he’s kinda off an ass to so many people and also his entire persona in general. Wishes he didn’t care so much about what people think of him. Make up=dyed hair, could also just be talking about make up. Talking about his hero and persona currently but also how he felt about himself and everyone around him, basically hated everything. What mary Zoloft in the writting is not clear on what it means is I’m skipping this. Last call=least favourite friend of everyone, the one you talk to when you are bored. One off= the different and worse one, the one who’s off his game all the time.

Rest of the song is repeating lyrics!

Thanks for reading! I wanna do this for so many characters and songs I have so many in my mind omg!!!! I know this is not very interesting but I enjoyed writting it sm!!!

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th0mas1ut · 3 years

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ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ʙᴏʏs

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑘𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜, 𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑢, 𝑏𝑜𝑘𝑢𝑡𝑜, 𝑜𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡

㋡ 𝑔𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠; 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑏𝑜𝑥; 𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛; + 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 : @𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑧

☼ KUROO

➥ falling in love with kuroo is like smelling freshly brewed coffee; it's sending a text and getting a reply within seconds; smiling in the middle of your chemistry class because no one teaches you this stuff better than him; it’s falling asleep in his lap when he reads to you; bringing him lunch at work and struggling to walk to the door after you leave because he just missed you; having study sessions that are just an excuse for making out; becoming putty in his arms after a long day; it's keeping the first coffee cup he ever bought for you on a date; it's brushing his hair for him, trying to get it to defy it's natural state; it's calling him tetsu and watching him hide his face in your neck; laying with him and listening to his heavy breaths.

➥ kuroo falling in love with you is facetiming you asking if you need help even though he knows you don't, and talking so far into the night that he can't remember why he called you in the first place but it doesn't matter; it's seeing you in his jacket and feeling a rush of feral possessiveness; watching you smile with a glow and wearing this dazed expression on his face, belting out your favorite toon in the car with you when you feel insecure about your voice; trying to braid your hair while you both watch tv just cause, having a hard day at work and then getting to see you when you bring his lunch; it's listening to you talk about your favorite book even though he’s barely paying attention because he’s so lost in your beautiful eyes and soothing voice; it's making you flushed with his special smile but then blushing when you tease him back; it's watching you sleep, because he's looking at his future.

☼ ATSUMU

➥ falling in love with atsumu is like plunging into the deep end without knowing how to swim; it’s jeering at him while he's serving because he’s a pampered brat as you watch with a smug smile when he makes that face at you; it’s arguing with him about anything and everything just to rile him up; it's calling him sangwoo but dying his hair for him anyway; passionate frustrated kisses because he pisses you off and but he kisses you too damn well; showing up to every game even though you always tell him you’ll just think about it; getting lost in his glowing smile when he talks about setting, bright and radiant with happiness; it's making fun of him with osamu and then babying him after when he's whining about it; trying to cook with him but then eventually just begging osamu to make the two of you something; competing at the most mundane things, like who can get the tv remote first; it's kissing him before and after a game for good luck; it's calling him when he's away for volleyball and falling asleep with the phone on.

➥ atsumu falling in love with you; it’s moaning when you run your hands through his hair and then pull on it, driving him mad, it's having you wear a necklace that has his initials on it to remind him that you’re his; making fun of you when you watch rom-coms and then wailing like a baby at the end; it's trolling you at the most random times because he loves it when you get feisty; looking for you in the stands immediately after he makes a great set to see if you're feeling what he's feeling; driving with no destination as his hand rests on your thigh lovingly; going on the best dates at 3am and then nearly getting arrested; sending you funny tik toks when he's sitting next to you because he wants to hear you laugh; being driven insane when you wear that special outfit for him; simping over anything you post and bragging in the comments that you're his queen; holding you tightly close at night and vowing to himself he’ll never let you go.

☼ BOKUTO

➥ falling in love with bokuto is like the first bite of popsicle on a hot summer day; it's watching mukbangs with him and promising to do one together one day; helping akaashi hype him up before a big game; always somehow catching his attention when he goes into emo mode during a game and perking him right back up; it's gelling his hair for him in the morning cause he says you do it best, working out with him but ending up just watching him the whole time; always ending up in his arms because he gives the best bear hugs; raking your nails on his muscle woven back when he already wants to go for another round; holding his thicc arm as you walk down the street in the morning; it's kissing him at the top of the ferris wheel; laughing so hard with him that you collapse on the floor in tears; letting him be the little spoon about 80 percent of the time; it's calling him bo and watching him giggle with giddiness; wearing his hoodies, stretched out from his wide shoulders, sometimes with nothing else on; scolding him when he forgets to do him homework but helping him study after with promised cuddles. it's watching him running over to you after a game and lifting your up in his air, making your smile with the spirit of a child.

➥ bokuto loving you is: giving you piggy back rides and running really fast, trying to compete with kuroo; having his entire photo album on his phone be full of pictures of you, most of them taken when you weren't looking; it's blowing up the kitchen just to make you a birthday cake and then having akaashi bring one to save the day; looking for you in the crowd after each and every spike because your joy is the only thing that matters; it's marking up the inside of your thighs and making you oh so sensitive; calling you puppy and baby; stealing kisses from you whenever your distracted; sometimes stretching out his emo mode because he wants your attention; hugging you as much as possible because your arms wrapped around him make him feel the best; praising you so much while he makes you feel good that you almost start crying; it's cuddling you in the bathtub with your bodies melding perfectly and everything just feeling right.

☼ OIKAWA

➥ falling in love with oikawa is like discovering a part of a galaxy that was always there, but you just never knew it existed; it's seeing him talking to a girl and feeling a pang in your chest; accidently dropping your pencil and flushing when he picks it up, flashing his charming smile; it's watching him at a game and being unable to look away from his form in motion, noticing him frowning after an amazing serve when he thinks no one is looking; seeing him break down after his last game of his high school career and holding on to him the tightest you ever have, your hands wrapped around his middle; it's telling him that he's precious to you, because no matter how much he pretends he loves himself you know; it's going on scavengers hunts to crazy places because he swears there was a ufo sighting there, building a planetarium for his room so there are stars on his ceiling, it's listening to music with him on the subway with his blue headphones, hiding your face in his chest while watching those alien movies; going on shopping sprees where he tells your every outfit you put on is gorgeous.

➥ oikawa falling in love with you: it's like tearing off a band aid, the one on his heart; it's being able to cry in front of someone other than iwaizumi for the first time; being held so close to him that your bodies are practically one; it's buying you a cake, and smearing some of it on your face so he can taste the cream on your lips; it's professing his affection for you like a lovestruck fool after a glass of wine or two; it's watching the calendar change month by month and looking next to him to see that you're still here; it's biting the inside of your ankle as he pulls it over his shoulder; taking photo's of you like you're having a whole photo shoot and helping you get that perfect shot; it's rooftop dinners and kissing him passionately under the stars; it's exactly like the first day of spring, when the last of the snow begins to melt; his insecurities, fleeting and withering away because you're the sun, and his star, and he needs like the air he needs to breath.

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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 4 years

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What Your BSD Crush For Says About You, a shitpost

Manga-only characters below the cut. (11/4 edit: wrote this a bit ago, this is my apology for taking so damn long with posts :p) Written with @scalpel-mom-mori, as all of my shitposts are, because she has the crack braincell.

Lovecraft: Monster fucker, insomniac, or both. I bet you watch tentacle hentai.

Twain: You have a thing for himbos. Moronsexual lookin-ass.

Mongomery: You liked Taiga in Toradora and you have never looked back as you spiraled down the rabbit hole of tsunderes.

Fitz: You’re really into rich white guys.

Alcott: You want a cottagecore lesbian girlfriend.

Mitchell: Why? Is it the ballroom gown? Is the white gloves? Does she remind you of that one middle school crush who wouldn’t give you the time of day but you adored them anyway?

Hawthorne: Church kink alert, Jesus approves.

Steinbeck: Country roooooooads, taaaaake me home~ Uh. You like country music.

Melville: Marine biologist. Trust me, I know marine bio majors.

Poe: You have social anxiety and like soft boys, and soft boys only. On occasion, you’ve been known to dabble in catboy fan art.

Karl: Furry, but valid. For legal reasons, this is a joke.

Atsushi: Furry, but invalid. KIDDING I LOVE ALL ATSUSHI SIMPS--you’re probably a Deku fan if you watch MHA.

Kyouka: Your FBI agent has been working overtime.

Kenji: The same joke as above, and you’re depressed.

Dazai: I’ll see you in therapy.

Kunikida: You have a deeply rooted complex about appearing respectable and always being on time. Yes, I’m calling myself out.

Tanizaki: Either you’re Naomi, or boys that go apeshit are your kink. Don’t worry, they’re also mine.

Naomi: I think you’re into yanderes. Yuno Gasai is your one and only.

Ranpo: It was the eyes for you.

Katai: You’re a gamer, aren’t you. I’m getting either League of Legends, Overwatch, or Destiny vibes.

Fukuzawa: Daddy issues~

Yosano: Bottom!! Filthy bottom!! But make it edgy!!

Kouyou: Bottom!! Filthy bottom!! But make it sad!!

Chuuya: Either you’re Dazai (oops) or...I don’t have a good joke for this one. You’re valid.

Kajii: You’re sexually attracted to explosions. Looking at you, Bakugou stans.

Gin Akutagawa: You are painfully, disastrously bisexual.

Regular Akutagawa: MCR phase, anyone?

Karma: YOU CRIED. YOU CRIED THAT EPISODE. Alternatively, you latched onto him because you watched AssClass and are going through Karma Akabane withdrawal.

Higuchi: This is the same joke as Louisa, but dark academia.

Tachihara: You’re an anime-only. Kidding, you have a gun kink.

Hirotsu: You’re a cryptid, spotted in the wild once or twice a year.

Mori: You didn’t just have an emo phase. No, no. You were the kid who drew dots on their neck and pretended to be a vampire and read Twilight cover to cover.

Oda: You wish he unbuttoned his collar a bit more.

Either of Kyouka’s parents: You have taste.

Fyodor: You always have a crush on the antagonist. No exceptions, ever.

Ango: You’re into the beauty mark.

Tsujimura: Same joke as Higuchi except you like the tsunderes.

Ayatsuji: Your anime boy type is that bastard whose only personality trait is sarcastic put-downs. Sasuke was your first.

Murakoso: You fixate on side characters who get .1 seconds of screentime and imagine an entire fantasy life with them. It’s okay, I did that too.

Techou: Moronsexual, but less dysfunctional than Twain.

Teruko: It’s gleeful sadism for you.

Fukuchi: You want him to fist you. I changed the joke because getting fisted + Fukuchi’s ability is too cursed, even for a shitpost. Instead, I’ll say that you’re the type of person who likes funky facial hair.

Jouno: Same joke as Teruko, but you like them slightly more evil and male.

Gogol: HAHA CRAZY CLOWN MAN GO BRRRRRRRRRR

Sigma: You want to shower him with love and affection and cuddles and god damnit please give this babey a happy ending--

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hetacon · 3 years

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Prom Queen: Chapter 4

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Word Count: 1,800

Pairings: Endgame Prinxiety, Platonic LAMP, more could be included at a later point

Warning: Swearing, small food mention, let me know if there’s anything I missed!

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Summary: “Hey Virgil, tell us about yourself, yeah?” one of the girls asked, the guy she was just talking with fixing his gaze on to Virgil too.

(Make sure to read all the way to the end if you want my thoughts so far! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this story, my art, or writing! Enjoy the chapter!)

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Virgil started to spend more time with the popular kids after they got back to school, something he never thought would be happening. They were gossipy and didn’t really appeal to Virgil as overall people but Roman was their friend so he started to get to know them for the sake of his best friend. He didn’t even really know them honestly, they almost never talked about themselves or their interests or anything in terms of personal information, the conversations almost consistently focused on the drama going around the school that day. There was something new every time they went over. For a solid month, he and Roman would go chat for a minute or two before going off to find Patton and Logan.

That was actually what they were just doing that day when one of Roman’s friends got Virgil’s attention.

“Hey Virgil, tell us about yourself, yeah?” one of the girls asked, the guy she was just talking with fixing his gaze on to Virgil too.

Virgil looked over to Madison if he remembered correctly, trying to hide most of his shock at the fact that she even addressed him. Not many of Roman’s friends acknowledged him much when they would go over but Virgil guessed they’d taken some interest in him. He had been coming over with Roman for quite a good while now, it figures they’d notice his presence at some point. He had to respond quick though, this chance couldn’t go to waste. “Uh, ok, what do you want to know?”

“What kind of music do you listen to?” Well, an odd question to start off with.

Virgil shrugged a bit. “Eh, just what everyone else listens to, you know? Not really anything in particular. It’s not like I really look for songs to listen to by anyone specific.”

Roman nudged him with a snort. “Since when has this ever been the case? If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you’re emo through and through,” he said, a certain fondness to his look. Virgil bumped his shoulder with a laugh back, fixing him with a playful glare.

“And what if I can like things that you don’t expect of me, huh?” Virgil asked with a slight tease. Roman simply raised an eyebrow but shrugged, letting the argument go without much more of a struggle. Roman wasn’t wrong though, he still listened to everything that he had before, none of it had changed despite what he said. Definitely none of what people usually listened to. He was never one to follow trends with music or otherwise and Roman unfortunately knew that.

“Do you do anything interesting?” one of the people joining the conversation asked.

“Things here and there, not exactly much. School is a drag, takes up way too much of my time to actually let me focus on anything even remotely interesting,” Virgil said calmly, trying to look casual. He hoped it was working, he felt like a nervous wreck. With a few laughs and a “Fuck yeah it is!” he mustered up the courage to add in, “I draw if that counts for anything.”

“Oh yeah? Mind if we take a look?”

Virgil nodded and rummaged through his bag, finding a leather bound book. This one happened to be his more serious one, he had another that was far more personal stashed away. Only Roman, Patton, and Logan ever saw that one, and not even in its full entirety. The personal one had gotten a lot more use than the one currently in his hands. Virgil slid the book over the table and he watched as it was opened to a page of really messy scribbles in the shape of a distraught person’s face. He’d remembered drawing that one, he was in the middle of history sophomore year having a panic attack but was too nervous to ask to step outside.

“Woah, this is cool man,” Tyler said as he looked over it, others nodding in agreement. They proceeded to flip through the pages for a bit while they took turns asking him more questions.

With so much talk, Virgil noticed Roman jump up suddenly, tugging at Virgil’s sleeve frantically. “Pat and Specs!” he explained before packing up his things frantically. “So sorry guys, I need to talk to them before we have to go to class! I’ll catch up with you tomorrow!” he shouted out as he started speed walking, Virgil in tow. Virgil barely managed to collect up his stuff before he was at Roman’s side, seeing the slightest crease between Roman’s eyebrows. As relieved as Virgil was to be away from all of the questions and potential judgement, he noticed Roman was in a big rush. He couldn’t really place why.

“Hey, you uh.. You ok? What’s up?” Virgil asked, relieved as Roman slowed down a little as they turned a corner.

“I just want to get to Pat and Specs, they’re our friends you know?” Roman asked with a bit of an edge before sighing. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect you to uh.. Hit it off so much with them, I usually just say a quick hello really,” he explained.

“Really? You think so?” Virgil really hoped he was impressing the popular kids, they were Roman’s friends after all. If he was having luck with them, he wasn’t going to lose Roman that easily. He couldn’t possibly do that, not when he’d already put so much at risk.

“Yeah but anyone who doesn’t like you how you are is insane,” Roman said lowly. Virgil thought he saw Roman’s jaw clench for a second but he quickly looked ahead of them as Roman glanced over.

Virgil was tackled in a hug by Patton, causing him to smile as he hugged back. He didn’t smile for long though as the bell rang, causing Roman to sigh. He looked over, laughing a little awkwardly. “Ha, sorry Ro, didn’t mean to make us so late.”

Roman shrugged. “It’s ok, just means we’ll have to get here as soon as possible tomorrow!” With that, he and Logan started to talk as they headed to class together.

Virgil watched as Roman walked away from him and Patton and he frowned slightly before Patton was nudging his shoulder and nodding his head to the direction of their classes.

Virgil nodded back and started walking, burying his hands deep into his pockets. He really wished he had his usual hoodie to pull over his head and hide from the world. His bangs would have to do, giving him a good look at the sickeningly sweet pink he’d decided on a month prior. Who let him do that again?

“Hey, you ok?” Patton asked, silently offering Virgil a cookie. Snickerdoodle today, Virgil would’ve usually loved it.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Virgil told him. “I’m not hungry, thanks though.”

Patton looked at him with a worried look for a second before sighing, taking a bite of the cookie himself. “Alright Virge, if you say so. Who knows, maybe some rest is all you need, make sure you go easy on yourself!”

Virgil agreed, looking ahead of them.

He went home that day and went through the motions in a haze, glad when he finally got out of his disgustingly bright outfit. He stared blankly at the wall when he got a text from Roman.

“Hey, sorry I was so tense where we left things off.. I promise you didn’t do anything, that was all me.”

“What was up with that?” Virgil texted back.

Roman’s response took a minute before it popped up on Virgil’s screen. “I don’t know, I just didn’t expect them to really take such an interest in you. They can be a bit... Stuffy. Like, all the time, I much prefer hanging out with you, Pat, and Specs.”

“I mean, they’re your friends right? They asked me questions, I answered.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Some of your answers surprised me though lol, you are truly a dark and stormy knight after all!”

“Hey, I’m allowed to expand my tastes, aren’t I? You got me into some of your dumb musicals after all.”

“They are not dumb, take that back you jerk!”

Virgil snorted, hugging his pillow to his chest as he typed out another message. “Oh yeah? Make me, you pompous thespian drama queen.”

“I just might!”

Before Virgil could respond, Roman shot him a quick text reading “Shit, GTG, I need to run a few scenes before I sleep! Until tomorrow~!”

“Go chase your dreams of ‘professional make believe’ as Logan would say, night.”

As an afterthought, Virgil tacked on a red heart before blushing harshly, cursing into his hands. He really did that, no taking that one back now was there?

Either way, check in time. Roman was still his friend, they just had a normal conversation like two human beings ought to be able to have. While he seemed a little off-put by some of the changes Virgil was talking about, he didn’t seem to take it as a serious offense so a plus there. The clothes were horrible, Virgil still hated his hair, but he was doing this for Roman so he’d suck it up. Roman’s friends were starting to like him, they liked his art so that was good. Luckily they latched on to something he couldn’t lie about.

Just as Virgil was about to go to bed, another notification popped up on his phone, this time from an unknown number. Virgil stared at it for moment, his brow furrowed. He opened it though and read it.

“Hey Virgil, this is Madison! Got ur number from Roman’s phone lol, hope u don’t mind sweetie!”

Well, he kind of did mind but putting that aside-

“Hi, did you need anything?”

“Not rn but I might! Just wanted to have ur number just in case. Anyways, I’m going to bed, see u tomorrow!”

Virgil nodded to himself before he got one more text.

“BTW loveeeee ur artwork, keep up the good work bby!”

This was certainly... Bizarre. He didn’t expect to ever have the number of a popular girl in his phone but he never knew high school would be this insane. He’d survive this though, for Roman if nothing else. And if not, he just might lose Roman forever and never be able to forget about it for as long as he lives! Ok, breathe Virgil, breathe...

Things would work out, Virgil was going to make sure they did or die trying. Nobody, Roman included, could think to stop him now.

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More Prom Queen content huh? Anyways hey hey hey guys! How’d you like the newest chapter?

To be honest, I’m not sure how to feel about this one. I feel like all of my writings sound like they’re in an echo chamber. Like as if the events are completely isolated and don’t fit into an expansive narrative and existence. I have no idea if that makes a bit of sense, it might just be my depression tbh? It’s been kicking my butt more than usual.

But Virgil is finally getting noticed by the popular kids, woohoo! This obviously can’t go wrong! We shall see what Virgil will be getting up to with time!

As always, feel free to leave comments or send me asks and whatnot if you want to talk with me about the story! I’d love to hear from you guys!

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Taglist: @artissijules, @virgils-paranoia, @its-the-cat-queen, @myyoutubecorner, @marshmallow-the-panda, @anotheregofanficblog, @tssidesfamily, @shapa-likes-art, @isabelle-stars, @falsemood, @katlikethesword

#sanders sides #prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #multichapter #prom queen #stan writing

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finalgirlagatha · 4 years

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reacting to heathens galore a week after the one year anniversary

uh hi guys. happy fanfic writer friday! today i’m going to be revisiting my most popular sge fic and third most popular fic overall (for reasons i do not understand) so, yeah let’s get into this

its just trivia and cringe. also it’s long so... beware.

i don’t understand why people like this fic. i’m going to start off with this. i know it was only a year ago but it feels so much longer and i legitimately can’t get through reading it without shriveling up into a ball and dying

one time someone asked me, ‘why tagaphie?’ and i genuinely do not know why. the sister twist was dead to me even though this fic came out slightly after acot. i just wanted agatha to be happy.

i hadn’t read the camelot years at the time, because i didn’t think they needed to exist

i still don’t, not really, but moving on-

hhh why so many drug jokes. why. whyyy.

this was drafted in 2018 and i know that doesn’t explain all the drug jokes but i was living in colorado at the time so maybe that’s it. 2018 me needed to get a grip

yeah i hc hort as a stoner what about it? how else could you explain why he is the way he is

heres the embarrassing moment where i admit i was planning on writing one sided! hophie the entire time but the writer of the first and best horavan fic commented (i almost passed out) and i was like ‘what if... i did a thing’

i should’ve made this a nineties chatroom au with the ancient slang i’m using

the any1 hort uses haunts my dreams. i just want to talk :)

teenagers are mean i’m so sorry teddy

i was not the biggest fan of tedros back then but i’ve changed i swear

chapter one haunts me let’s move on

bruh

feels bad man

is it really a group chat fic if no one makes fun of the use of ‘y’all’ ?

that link never attached and i’m noticing this now. i think it was supposed to be this tru.mp4 because roasting cowboys is funny to me

ravan gets the most dramatic anime entrance because i love him and HE CAN

snake charmer is such a stupid username

i was going to do this thing where everyone's usernames were their circus talents but i forgot

this is uma slander and i will not stand for it

the time span between chapter four through chapter thirteen is friday to saturday.

this fic is the reason i started shipping chaddick/ravan. enemies to lovers 25k slowburn you know it

i’m so ashamed of all the dick jokes i made. i’m like a middle school boy.

WHY DID I LAUGH THIS IS SO BAD JSHDJJSHD

“im 🙋‍♂️not 🙅‍♂️emo🤬🕶️ i just like🥰😍 a lot of music💽.”- Hort Scourie, 2019

a friend of mine actually told me this once and i have never moved on

chaddick ships hortrix 😔👏 good for him but wrong universe buddy

gd i hate it here

reena is my self insert

this whole fucking chapter is my last two braincells talking to each other during a math test

chapter six is like a fever dream and i don’t like it, lets move on

my titles authors notes increasingly get more chaotic as the story progresses. chapter seven ‘you all flatter this old woman with your comments, bless you all’ bruh what was i on

nick is such a sweetheart tbh i love him

chaddick=fergie was such a big brain comparison

i HATE that attack helicopter joke so much i was dreading it

sorry about chapter eight lemme help you out

b r u h

i swear this should have been a nineties au

actually me

i didn’t want to me reminded of the fact that i used to listen to garage rock unironically. but now i am and oh man am i glad someone introduced me to better bands. the song i linked is not as much as a banger as i thought it was back then.

a woman with taste. ska band coven au? anyone? no? okay.

I RICKROLLED MYSELF JHSJFHJS WTF I WAS LIKE ‘Oh boy what did i do now” AND KSDJKSHD WHY

we’re halfway through and i think i’m going to cry this is very accurate to irl groupchats but that doesn’t mean i have to like it

my jokes peaked here

chaddick in chapter eleven: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LI4LMWI5o8k

@crackedpepper this is for you. i wrote this for you before i even knew you.

yes, yes he did just type tick tok.

anyways, i’m gonna stop halfway because i forgot how long this was and i need to recover. part two may be in the making. Have a lovely day. very sorry about this

overall verdict: being pushed down memory lane in a barrel of nails and awkward jokes

#so glad to get this out of my drafts #my writing #ren rambles #i really wrote slay in chapter one huh. i rlly say 'slay' and got away with it #smh this was a different time

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maydaygirl-save-our-ships · 4 years

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Lake’s New Normal (A Fanfic)

Summary:

After Lake escapes the train, she’s invited to live with the Cosay family. But after escaping the mirror world, traveling through a supernatural train, and fighting for her life, is she really able to live like a normal teenager?

She’s not sure, but she’s willing to fight every day to make this life her new normal.

Chapter 6: One Small Act

Talking to the policeman had taken longer than Jesse expected. Officer Gonzalez had a lot of questions and Jesse tried to answer them as honestly as he could without mentioning Lake.

After the long conversation with the policeman, Jesse headed upstairs. He was about to head to Lake’s room when he heard the sounds of a movie playing behind his dad’s study door.

He knocked. “It’s Jesse,” he announced himself.

“Password?” Lake’s voice said through the door. He could hear Nate snickering on the other side.

Jesse grinned and said the first thing that came to mind. “Alan Dracula.”

There was a pause and then… “You may enter.” The door opened for him.

The first thing he saw was Lake sitting back down against the wall with a pillow. Nate was sitting at the wall with his own pillow to her right. The familiar sounds of a movie played on the computer screen.

“Aw man, I love the movie,” Jesse bemoaned as soon as he recognized the movie Lake and his brother were watching without him.

“Shhh,” Lake hushed. “It’s almost over.”

“Is this the part when-” Jesse started to ask when Lake threw her pillow at his head. She always had dead-on aim.

“Shh!” she insisted.

Jesse took the pillow that was thrown at him and used it as a cushion as he sat against the door next to Lake. After talking to the policeman for over an hour, it was nice to sit down and just watch a movie. Jesse had already seen this movie multiple times, and he found himself more entertained by Lake’s reactions than the movie itself.

Jesse suddenly felt overwhelmingly grateful that Lake had been able to get off the train. How close had they come to this moment not existing?

When the movie ended, Jesse got up and turned off the movie player.

“How was the interrogation?” Lake asked him.

“He was definitely not expecting a story about a kidnapping infinite train,” Jesse said with a laugh. “He asked a lot of questions. I’m pretty sure he thought I was either lying or crazy. He gave my parents quite a lot of concerned looks.”

“I’m not surprised,” she said dryly. “You probably sounded like a lunatic.”

Jesse held out a hand down towards Lake to help her up. “Come on,” he said. When she gave him a confused look, he explained further. “We have to go through my wardrobe and find clothes for you, remember?”

Lake sent an amused glance towards his offered hand before grabbing it firmly. He pulled hard in an attempt to pull her onto her feet, but at the same time she pulled down to help herself up. Jesse was instantly yanked down towards her, nearly landing on top of her.

Lake laughed loudly as Jesse struggled to clamber back onto his feet.

“Okay… that was a stupid idea,” he admitted, but was grinning through his embarrassment.

“You think?” Lake said as she got to her feet. She was still shaking her head in amusement when she turned to Nate. “Care to help me raid Jesse’s closet?” she asked.

Nate’s whole face lit up. “Really? I can come too?”

“Of course,” Lake said without a second thought. “I need someone with good taste to help me pick out some good clothes, and we both know Jesse isn’t going to be any help.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I have excellent taste!” Jesse defended.

Nate was smiling widely and practically vibrating with excitement as he followed them out of their dad’s study into his room. Jesse stared as Nate rushed past him. Nate had never been very interested in picking out clothes before.

Maybe it had something to do with Lake? Nate always wanted to hang out with Jesse when he was with his friends, but many of Jesse’s friends complained that it was annoying to have a little kid hanging around. How many times had Nate asked to come along only for one of Jesse’s friends to tell him that he couldn’t come? How many times had Jesse allowed this to happen?

Jesse suddenly felt a crushing sensation of overwhelming guilt press down against his chest. He really hadn’t been the best brother to Nate… had he?

The guilt eased somewhat has he watched Lake and his brother chat together all the way to his room. Lake hadn’t found Nate annoying or bothersome. She seemed to like Nate almost instantly, and with how guarded Lake usually was around new people, the fact that she was already so comfortable around Nate said something. She had even invited him along without hesitation.

As Lake and Nate talked and laughed, Jesse noticed many of the jokes between them were at his expense. Lake sent him a few michemious glances in order to gauge his reaction, to which he just rolled his eyes in good humor. Being ganged up on by his brother and his best friend was going to grow old very quickly, but it was worth it to see them getting along.

Nate was the first to enter Jesse’s room and he took a seat on his bed. Jesse opened the closet and began rummaging through the contents, his mind on a specific article of clothing.

“Before we start and pick out which clothes you like best, you definitely need to have one thing in your wardrobe. This is non negotiable.”

“Okay I’ll bite,” Lake said as she tried to peer over his shoulder. “What is it?”

Jesse pulled out two articles of clothing hanging on two seperate hangers, one green and one black.

“Everyone needs a comfy jacket in their life,” Jesse said as he held up the two zip-up hoodies. “Which color do you want, I have a black one and a green one. They might be a bit big on you, but that just makes them more comfy.”

Something Jesse couldn’t quite describe flickered across Lake’s face when she looked at the green jacket. He wanted to ask, but he couldn’t think of the words to form the question.

Without deliberation, Lake reached for the black one. “Definitely this one. It’s more my style.”

Jesse allowed his half-formed question to fade away as he smiled. “Good choice.”

After about ten minutes of Jesse showing Lake a few outfits from his closet, Jesse could tell she was quickly losing interest.

“I’m not sure any of this is… my style,” Lake said at last.

Lake pulled out a coral polo shirt that Jesse had placed on the bed next to Nate and held it up to herself. It clashed horribly both against her skin and personality. “I feel like your style is either prep or jock… or somehow a weird combination of the two.”

“That’s not true,” Jesse assured her. “I actually went through a lot of different phases, especially in middle school. I think most of those clothes are in the back of the closet though.”

“You’re hippie phase was hilarious,” Nate said with a giggle. “You had so many tie dye shirts.”

Jesse blushed. “It wasn’t a hippie phase, I just had some friends that were really into yoga.” His blush grew deeper. “I made the tie dye shirts for fun.”

Lake rolled her eyes. “You would.”

“You know what style you might look cool in?” Nate said. “Jesse’s emo phase.”

Lake snickered. “You had an emo phase?”

Jesse rubbed the back of his neck. “It was only for a few weeks, but yeah. I'm pretty sure I still have the clothes…”

“Jesse was never able to pull the style off, but I bet you could!” Nate said eagerly.

“What do you mean I wasn’t able to pull it off?” Jesse asked, offended. “I looked cool… right?”

“Umm…”

“Let me guess, you made friends with the emo kids and started dressing like them?” Lake asked with a knowing grin.

“Basically,” Jesse said, “But eventually I got sick of wearing black. I kept their awesome music recommendations though, and I still hang out with them sometimes.” Jesse smiled fondly. “Anyway,” he continued, “My emo clothes are from back in middle school, so they’ll probably fit you.”

Lake stared at the clothes that Jesse pulled out of his closet. Skinny jeans with tears above the knee, a fake leather jacket, monochrome shirts, deep red shirts with too many zippers…

“What do you think?” Jesse asked.

Lake smiled. “I think... I can work with this.”

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“Is Lake coming down for lunch?” his mother asked. “You dad almost has the hamburgers grilled up.”

“Yeah, she’ll be down soon,” Jesse said. “She’s just changing into the new clothes I gave her.”

“I can’t wait to see how she looks,” Nate said excitedly from his seat at the table next to him.

Jesse heard heavy footfalls coming down the stairs. He looked up to see his best friend standing in the doorway with black skinny jeans with rips just above the knee, and a deep red sleeveless shirt, which was mostly covered by his fake leather jacket. He had to admit the outfit looked way better on Lake than it ever had on him.

“So what do you think?” Lake asked, her hands on her hips.

“Cool...” Nate said in awe.

Jesse gave her a thumbs up. “You look great!”

His mother smiled. “Oh, I remember when you used to wear that, Jesse! I’m glad you gave that outfit to Lake. It never really… fit your personality.”

“Okay, I get it! Lake looks better in my emo clothes than I do.” Jesse sighed dramatically and closed his eyes. ”I guess I wasn’t meant to be edgy.”

There was a small, painful flick to his forehead. He glared up at Lake while his hand went to his forehead to rub it.

“Oh, stop whining,” she said. “Your adorable friendly-puppy personality doomed you from pulling off anything remotely edgy, but at least you can pull off the soft boy aesthetic.” She flicked the back of her hand, and the harsh metal reverberated through the air. “I definitely can’t.”

“Adorable?” Jesse repeated, his smile growing.

“Oh no…” Lake groaned.

“Mom, did you just hear that? Lake called me adorable!”

“I’m going to call you something else in a minute…” Lake muttered under her breath, but she was fighting back a smile.

Jesse’s father came in with a plate full of grilled burgers.

“Thanks dear,” his mom said as she kissed her husband on his cheek.

Her mother began assembling the burgers with the buns, lettuce, and tomatoes that she had laid out on the kitten counter. “Lake, sweetie, you said you didn’t like onions right?” his mother asked.

Lake blinked in surprise. “No... I don’t.”

“No problem, I’ll make one without onions for you.”

“Um, thank you,” Lake said with a grateful, if not a somewhat stunned, smile.

His father’s burgers were delicious as always. Jesse leaned back in his chair as he digested his food. The train food was fun and interesting, but there was nothing like home-cooked food made from the comfort of his home.

“Lake,” Jesse’s mother said as she grabbed her emptied plate and stood up from the table. “I was thinking, we should take you to the mall tomorrow and get you a wardrobe of your own.”

Before Lake could open her mouth, his dad interrupted. “Is that a good idea, Whittney?”

“What do you mean?” his mother asked.

“No offense to you, Lake,” his father said after a moment of hesitation. “But you stand out and people are going to ask questions. I’m not sure a mall is a good idea.”

“Well, she can’t stay hidden away all her life,” his mother argued.

“I’m not saying she has to hide away forever,” his dad explained slowly. “But I’m not sure bringing her to a crowded mall is the best idea.”

His mother waved away his dad’s concern with her hand. “We’ll go early in the morning so there won’t be too many people. Besides, eventually Lake will have to meet people when she starts school.”

“School?” his dad asked in surprise.

At the same time, Lake also squeaked out: “School?”

“You can’t be serious,” his dad said. “She can go to school… right?” He looked around, unsure. “She doesn’t have a birth certificate or any medical records.”

“They can’t keep her from enrolling, that’s illegal!” his mother countered. “Kids have to go to school. If I have to, I’ll go down to the district office myself and talk with them.”

“What is she supposed to tell everyone about who she is?” his dad asked. “I don’t think the truth is a good idea.”

“I don’t see why that’s any of their business,” his mother said, crossing her arms. “She doesn’t have to tell them anything she doesn’t want to.”

“I don’t think that’s going to-”

“Guys,” Jesse interrupted loudly, cutting off his father. “Why don’t we ask Lake what she wants? It’s her life, after all.”

The adults at the table looked over at Lake, who was biting her lip and staring down at her empty plate.

“I’m not sure what's going to happen if people see me,” Lake said slowly. “They might freak out, and it’s not exactly easy to explain why I’m metal.” She hesitated, but then her eyes snapped up to look at them. Her eyes were hard and full of determination, a look Jesse had seen on her multiple times on the train. “But I’m tired of hiding. I’m off the train and I want to live my life. I want to go to school, I want to make friends, and I even want to go to prom, as stupid as that sounds.” Lake let out a bitter laugh as she shook her head. “I want to do everything that I was told I couldn’t do.”

Jesse grinned. “Then we’ll help you,” he promised and reached over to place a hand on her own.

“Of course we will,” his mother said firmly. “We’ll figure it out, don’t worry. We’ll deal with the details when the time comes.”

“It would be awesome to go to school together.” Jesse said. “How old are you anyway?” It was strange to realize that he didn’t even know the age of his best friend.

“Well, technically Tulip turned fourteen last month… so I guess fourteen?”

“Sweet! That means you’ll be a freshman! You can go to my high school with me!”

“Are you sure this is what you want, Lake?” Jesse’s dad asked. “It’s not that I don’t want you to go to the mall, or school, but you have to understand that there will be people that won’t be very accepting. They might not treat you fairly.”

Lake scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Believe me, I’m used to that. I’ve never let it stop me before.”

His dad gave a thinned-lipped, humorless smile. “I just want you to be prepared. I know it might sound paranoid, but once you go out into the world, you might not be… entirely safe. I have no idea what the police or government might do when they find out about you.”

Jesse’s gut sank at the somber tone in his father’s voice. His father was right. As much as Jesse liked to think that the government hunting down aliens or identified creatures to study was just in the movies, it could actually happen to his best friend.

Lake, however, didn’t waver. “Again, been there, done that. I can take care of myself.”

“Be that as it may,” his mother said in a brisk voice. “You’re not alone anymore. We’re here to help, right Stephan?”

His dad didn’t answer, and instead he seemed deep in thought. “Maybe we can look into getting you refugee status. I’m not sure how that would work. I would have to make some calls...”

“We can worry about all that later,” his mother said. “There are still a few months before school starts, so we have some time to figure it out. Tomorrow morning we’ll go to the mall and get you a new wardrobe. How does that sound, Lake?”

Lake shifted next to him uncomfortably. “You really don’t have to do all that, I’m fine-”

“You can’t just use Jesse’s old clothes,” his mother insisted. “Especially if you are going to start school. If you're comfortable with going to the mall, then we will go tomorrow, okay?.”

Lake looked over at Jesse. He did his best to not look worried and gave her a thumbs up.

“Okay… thank you.”

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The rest of the day was spent introducing Lake to things he likes to do while at home. He played more music for her and introduced her to one of his favorite video games.

After explaining the controls he allowed her to create her own character and start the game from the beginning. She picked up on the mechanics of the game faster than most new players did.

Jesse and Lake spend hours exploring the fantasy world in the game. Jesse was glad he could give Lake something to do that was relaxing and fun. She deserved to do something fun now that she was free.

Jesse found his eyes growing heavy as he watched Lake make her way across a mountainside. He learned back against the couch… his eyes growing heavy.

“Jesse…”

He felt something heavy on his shoulder. He cracked his eye open at the sound of his mother’s voice.

“Hmm?” He muttered.

“Wake up, sweetie,” his mother said.

He looked around to see that he was still on the couch, and the game they were playing was still on the tv screen. He looked over to his right where Lake had been sitting only to find the source of the pressure against his shoulder. Lake had fallen asleep against his shoulder, the controller still in her hand.

They both hadn’t gotten a good night's sleep the night before, so it wasn’t surprising they had fallen asleep while playing the game.

Jesse winced as he tried to wiggle the fingers of the hand Lake had fallen asleep on, only to discover that his arm had fallen asleep and gone numb under her weight.

His mother was raising an eyebrow at him. “I think it’s time for bed, don’t you?”

Jesse let out a yawn. “I guess I was more tired than I thought.”

“Why don’t you wake up Lake and you kids can get to bed.”

Jesse looked over at Lake snoring lightly on his shoulder. A mischievous look crossed his face. Using the hand that was not currently pinned under his sleeping friend, he brought his fingers close to her forehead and flicked her once.

His fingers stung, but he bit back a yelp- he had been prepared for the pain this time.

“Jesse!” His mother admonished him.

“It’s okay mom, it’s an inside joke… and it’s not like I can hurt her.”

Lake stirred and cracked one eye open, glaring up at him.

“Did you just… flick me?” She asked.

“Not the most pleasant way to be woken up, is it?” He teased. “Also, you’re sleeping on my arm and I can’t feel my fingers.”

It was Lake’s turn to grin at him. “I don’t know if I feel like getting up,” she said as she leaned more of her weight on him, crushing his arm further. It was uncomfortable but not painful. “Also you make a good squishy pillow.”

“Sorry mother, as you can see I’m stuck.” Jesse said. “I'll probably lose the hand too,” he added dramatically.

Lake seemed to finally notice his mother. Although a sheepish smile crossed her face, she didn’t move away from him.

His mom chucked. “Well you only need on hand to help us carry our bags at the mall tomorrow, so that’s okay.”

“Hey!” Jessie said while Lake laughed.

“We’ll leave early in the morning around nine-thirty. There shouldn’t be many people there at that time. Does that sound alright?”

Jesse looked at Lake, a flash of nervousness crossed her face, but only for a second.

Lake nodded. “Yeah that’s fine,” she said.

“You two obviously need a good night's sleep, so get to bed soon, alright?”

“We will, mom.”

Once his mom had gone upstairs, Lake stretched and finally got off his shoulder. Jesse shook out his hand, his feeling slowly coming back. After turning off the game, he and Lake headed upstairs for bed.

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After Lake said her goodnights to Jesse, she tried her best not to think about tomorrow.

What she said was true, she didn’t want to hide now that she was free. She wanted the freedom to be able to go out to the mall or go to school, but she was still nervous about how people would react to her. At least with Jesse’s parents, she was able to explain where she came from. She didn’t want to have to explain herself to every stranger. She didn’t want them to know where she came from, or to answer endless questions about the mirror world

She just wanted to be able to move on and live her life.

Jesse’s family had been accepting of her… for the most part. His father had been polite enough, but he was definitely worried that she was a threat to his family based off of the accusations he made at breakfast. Even though he did apologize and Lake understood where he was coming from, it still hurt.

However, Lake knew that there would be many humans like him, and worse.

Jesse's father was right, this wasn’t going to be easy.

Would it even be possible for people to learn to accept her?

Lake glanced up from her bed, expecting to see the mirror covered up by the dark blanket only to find the door mirrorless. There were screw marks on the door indicating that the mirror had been removed.

When had...

Then she remembered Jesse asking his father to remove it for her sake earlier this morning when she had come down the stairs and overheard their conversation. Jesse’s father had said that he might remove the mirror, but Lake didn’t think he would get to it so soon.

Had he done it because Jesse asked… or for her?

Lake changed into her sleeping clothes and crawled into bed. She could feel her eyelids already growing heavy.

Maybe Jesse’s father needed time to adjust, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t learn to accept her. And if he could, then maybe there was hope that others would too?

It might take time, and the task of fitting into this world seemed incredibly daunting, but that mirrorless door, that one small act of kindness, gave her hope.

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Hi everyone! It's been a long time since I updated! How are the first five episode of book 3 treating everyone...?

I definitely was inspired to post this new chapter because book 3 is coming out and by the lovely people that encouraged me and sent me messages about this fic, thank you! Honestly, I've been busy on other fics, so I'm not sure when the next chapter of this fic will be out. It will probably be updated randomly, whenever I get the inspiration. But thank you all for your patience and I hope you liked this chapter!

#infinity train #infinity train book 2 #infinity train fanfic #jesse cosay #Lake's new normal

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #331

my head hurts way too badly to think up some intro lyrics, so just g’night.

Have you ever become good friends with someone you never met in person? Oh yeah, I've had best friends over the Internet. Hell, I'm closer to many online friends than I am most irl ones. They know "the real me" more. What do you consider your default mood to be? Stressed, probably. Discontent. What’s the longest amount of time you’ve ever kept a goldfish alive for? Not long. Proper goldfish husbandry is a very neglected topic, and I sure as hell never knew how to set up its tank adequately. Have you ever been paintballing? No, don't plan to. It looks like it hurts like a bitch. Do you want a large wedding? No. Did you ever collect any sort of cards? I had a very small collection of Pokemon cards. I didn't collect them avidly. What’re the best and worst books you ever had to read for a class? The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton was the best. The worst was some book we had to read in the 6th grade about a kid during some war that moved around a lot... I don't remember the name or who wrote it, but it sucked. What’s the best meal you had at an amusement park, or If you haven’t been to one, how about a good meal at another place like a zoo, aquarium or museum? I don't know. I haven't been to many. Who, whether a person or company, emails you the most? My PHP therapist emails me a check-in sheet and Zoom link every day there's a therapy session. What kind of sound or noise freaks you out the most and why do you think it scares you? Let's seeeee... I don't know if there's a sound that actually freaks me out. There are some I don't like, but none that like, frighten me. At least that I can think of. What’s the strangest art piece you’ve come across? Biiiitch there's a painting in Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs I'm not gonna go into, but shit fuckin wild. What’s the most clever or unique name you’ve come across for a business? I've definitely heard some cool ones, but I don't know about one that really stands out to answer this. If you had to name one of your hypothetical future children after a song, which song would you pick? Maybe like... okay, I'm blanking. Good thing I'm not having kids to name then, right? What’s the last song you heard? "Down in the Park" by Marilyn Manson is on atm. What is your favorite line from a TV show? *shrug* Any current family issues? No. How many hours do you spend online a day? How do you feel about that? I'm doing something on the computer pretty much... always. I hate it, and I hate it a lot. I don't want my life to be tied solely to the digital plane. I want to do more than bounce back and forth from website to website. Do you think that people have the power to make their own lives better? Absolutely, but there are some things they simply cannot change. It's about perspective and how you play the deck you're dealt. What is the biggest problem in your life right now? Right now, the most limiting thing is my physical health, probably. Just walking being torture affects my ability to exercise, and my body is a major reason - if not the biggest, at this current time - for my depression. This also plays a massive role in jobs I can handle. Not to sound like my emo self writing middle school poetry, but my body feels like a prison. Do you feel that you are loved? I know I am by some people, though I have a hard time understanding why a lot. What is the one thing you want most from life? Life satisfaction. Pride in what I've accomplished. A regular state of being content. Birthplace? I'm just gonna say in eastern NC. Do you believe in love at first sight? No, merely infatuation. Love is much too deep for that. Do you think dreams eventually come true? Some can, but usually only if you put effort into making that so. Favorite fictional character? like ummmmmmmm have you heard of this sassy bastard called Darkiplier- Go to the movies or rent? Before Covid, I loved going to the theater. It was something to do, plus a giant screen is nice. McDonalds or Burger King? McD's. I'm not a big BK fan. I only really went there during my vegetarian phase for the veggie burger. Current annoyance? This motherfucking headache. Last thing you ate? I have a meal replacement shake with me right now, if you consider that "eating." I didn't have a proper dinner. The last solid food I had though was some cookies and cream Greek yogurt. Last thing you bought? With my own money, I think I bought Mom and I some cheap McDonald's order semi-recently? Or maybe paying my $100 deposit for my tattoo was most recent, idk. Soonest thing you are looking forward to? For Mom to get her CT scan and find out what's going on in there. What did you do today? It was a pretty average day. I woke up way too early, though. The only thing even semi-unique about today was I played World of Warcraft for a few hours again; I've been quite unattached to it lately, but I went through an episode today of actually having fun playing. Oh, and I've been battling a migraine. It's more of a severe headache now, at least, but it still sucks big time. Do you like to see it snowing outside? Oh yes, absolutely! When you were in high school did you ever have bomb threats? I believe once we did from a very volatile student that honestly caused quite a lot of trouble. He's dead now. Who knows ALL of your secrets? Nobody. Did you have a job before you were in college? No. Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have a baby right now? That's a terrifying thought, no. Are you on birth control? Yeah, but just because it tames my menstrual cramps. Without it, they could be debilitating some days. Who is your last sent text to? My best fren. Have you ever eaten at Chipotle before? Possibly? Idr. Do you swear often? Excessively. I had a dirty mouth prior, but my swearing got really bad when I started staying at Jason's house a lot. He and especially his mother swear like mad. Do you own any shirts with a peace symbol on it? No. Do you have your national flag hanging up anywhere outside your house? Not at this house, no. Would you ever go to Japan? Oh, yes. I would love to. It's... very morbid, but I would really like to walk the (public) paths of Aokigahara Forest, nicknamed "Suicide Forest" for the horrible amount of, well, suicides that happen there via hanging. Like, you might just casually run into a dead body. I want to just... feel it there, walk in silence and empathize with people who didn't know what else to do and hope so deeply that those departed know they were never alone in their pain. I know with absolute certainty I'd probably be teary-eyed the whole time and cry a whoooole lot, but it's just an experience I want to have. What was the last thing you went to Walmart for? Some basic groceries. What should you be doing right now? Sleeping, given this headache... I just don't want to yet. Are you afraid of getting your heart broken? I'm fucking terrified of that ever happening again, far more than words can properly express. Have you ever been in a choir? Yes, actually; when I was a Catholic kid, my sisters and I were in the church choir for a year or so, idr. Do you have a Twitter? Yes, but only to like Mark's tweets, haha. Oh, and very rarely enter giveaways I'm interested in. Describe your retainers to me, if you have them, that is. I have a permanent metal one behind my front row of bottom teeth to keep those straight. My upper teeth had one of those normal retainers you take in and out, but I didn't wear it enough, so now it doesn't even fit. Would you like for someone to call you right now? No. I'm tired, my head hurts, and I'm enjoying the song I'm bingeing. It's so weird, I rarely ever go on music hunting trips (no real reason, I just... don't), but I've found great shit lately. Do you like to brush your teeth? No; it's a chore. I only do it because I don't want my teeth decaying, falling out, or getting too yellow, and the taste in your mouth and gritty texture on your teeth isn't exactly great when you don't brush. Have you ever had a surgery? Two. Give out your phone number over the internet? I have over private messages. Do you look older or younger than you actually are? Given my wardrobe (like graphic tees and band shirts), I probably look younger in the eyes of especially older people. I personally say I look my age, though. When is the next time you’ll be up on stage? I never plan to be again. What is the last show that you watched a full episode of? Some cooking show with Mom. Nailed It!, I think? Do you know anyone who lives in Utah? No. I love Utah, though; it's actually a place I'd be willing to live in with just how pretty it is and not super populated. Do you get your feelings hurt easily? VERY. I'm probably one of the most sensitive people you can meet. Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? Yeah. Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Ugh, yes. What kind of vitamins did you take as a kid? First we took those nasty, chalky Flintstones kinds, but as time passed, Mom moved onto giving us gummy bear vitamins that were perfectly fine. Did you get any compliments today? No. Are you friends with your neighbors? Not "friends," no. What towns have you lived in? Three different ones. That's all you're getting. Have you ever thrown up from drinking? No. Done any illegal drugs? No. I mean I've had some alcohol underage, but I've never done anything remotely hardcore. What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been on an airplane without changing flights? Idk. Who have you texted today? My mom and best friend. What time did you wake up this morning? Ugh, like five in the fucking morning. I couldn't go back to sleep. What is your favorite condiment to go with french fries? Ketchup. What do you have a habit of doing when engaging in a conversation with someone? Making shitty eye contact, and I'm one of those people who "talks with [their] hands." I also lose my train of thought a whoooole lot. Have you ever layed in a hammock? Yeah; we had one growing up. Have you ever lost a pet in a tragic way? How did you cope? Well yeah, I've had lots of pets, so thus lost some in particularly painful ways. The most scarring loss of a pet though is as follows: Teddy, my dog, picked up one of our cat's very young, wandering kittens in his jaws in a manner that looked as if he was trying to carry it like Aphrodite (the mother cat) does when she would bring them back behind the couch, where she gave birth/had her little "nest." I absolutely freaked and had to pry the kitten from his mouth, and it slowly died in my hands. I think Teddy accidentally crushed its ribs. I. Was. A. Mess. Then, there was Aphrodite herself. I've told the story before of our former neighbors calling animal control because our cats would wander through their yard, and all of our cats were taken away while I was unaware at school. Came home, and they were all gone. Aphrodite was my baby, so I was devastated. Screaming, sobbing, cursing on the porch for like 20 minutes... It was awful. What type of curtains do you like? I don't... know? I don't know the actual names of any types... What type of quality is a must-have in a friend? I absolutely cannot be friends with someone who thinks they're above everyone else. Are you any good at reading someone's body language? I think I am. What goes good with a nice cold glass of milk? Cookies! Especially Oreos. Dip it in there for around five seconds, and it's perfection. What fruit is too sweet to you? Grapefruit came to mind first. How did you feel after your first kiss? I had butterflies galore and was so giddy and smiley. After the first, I just wanted to kiss him a billion more times. What’s your favorite constellation and why? I don't have one. Shower curtain or door? Curtain. The glass doors are too revealing. Have you ever thought to yourself that you’re the luckiest person in the world? Most deeeeefinitely not. What time of day do you most enjoy looking at the sky? Sunset if there are clouds present, but sunrise if the sky is pretty clear.

#survey #surveys #questions

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some-mad-lunge · 5 years

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Interstellar Bitch

Because an Alex and Isobel friendship is on my must list for season 2.

**************

Alex had always leaned more towards having women as friends, that is after Kyle had disowned him before high school. Suddenly he was without a best friend in the shark infested waters that was public education.. Thankfully Maria, with her kind heart and Liz with her keen eyes that missed nothing, welcomed him with open arms. He wasn’t as free spirited or as studious as either of them, but it worked. He never thought of it as a cliche, it was just nice.

He grew up in a house that suffocated him with male testosterone. No one wanted to listen to his ideas or hear his music. No one wanted to know him. Honestly, Alex thought his Dad would like him more if he just whipped out his dick and measured it, gave him something tangible to prove his son was a Manes man.

Maria and Liz (and Michael), they’d been the bright spots in this town. The escape from home and the loneliness, the white noise that cancelled out the voice in his head that made sure he knew he’d never be good enough.

He’d left them behind but he’d never forgotten. Emails and texts, you grow up and people fall away. Overseas he learned how to be friends with men, not needing to posture up, to prove he could give a punch and absorb a hit to be taken seriously. Still he missed his companionship with women. He missed the warmth of Maria’s hug, Liz’s sharp tongue that never failed to make him laugh. The way he used to feel understood, at least a little, for the first time in his life.

Coming home to them (and Michael), it was as if nothing had changed. A decade didn’t dull who they’d been to each other. Alex didn’t know if it was them, or this town, but they were connected. They were family.

Or they had been, but now there was a space between them, and he couldn’t get past it. He’d lost all three of the people he’d love most in one fell swoop. He vaguely wondered if there was something poetic in that. He’d run away to learn to be himself and lost the people who accepted him wholly for who he was in the process.

Maybe it would be easier if there had been some big scene, angry words and spilled drinks. Instead it was Michael and Maria holding hands, Liz begging him with her eyes not to make her choose. That in itself was a choice wasn’t it?

He’d made his own choice a decade ago and they had made theirs a little over three weeks ago. One thing Alex had to learn quickly was how to drink alone. To be fair he was getting pretty good at it, practice makes perfect. He had Kyle back, sort of, but there was still the bravado Alex felt he needed around his old friend. Maybe they’d buried the hatchet but scars run deep, and habits can be hard to break.

He’d planned his Saturday sitting on his porch, drinking some beer and wallowing in his own self pity. It was the only reason he was buying alcohol at 10am, most of the town still asleep or avoiding the heat. The last person he expected to run into, sunglasses hiding her face and two bottles of red tucked under her arm was Isobel.

He couldn’t really remember ever having a conversation with her. He knew how much she meant to Michael, but did she know what Michael had meant to Alex? It was better not to think about it. Instead he nodded her way and attempted to side step around her in the aisle. It appeared she had other plans.

“You look more pathetic than I feel, and that’s saying something.” It stopped him in his tracks, had him turning slowly to take her in. She slid her large glasses up onto her forehead, her eyes were red but there wasn’t a hint of sadness in them. No, he saw what could only be described as understanding, maybe even fellowship and a hint of something else. Something he recognized.

Barely contained rage.

He didn’t know how to respond to that. She was a hard one to read, perfect facade that had all come crashing down. He didn’t feel like his pain could even hold a candle to hers. Maybe she’d been an uppity bitch back in high school, head held high to balance her prom queen crown but she wasn’t that person anymore. No one deserved what Noah has done to her, he wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

It was painful enough losing someone’s love, but learning you never had it to begin with? That was anguish.

He turned away and went to the cooler, hoisting the case of beer under his arm. He also snagged a bottle of tequila as he headed to the register. He didn’t see Isobel anywhere, hoped she found whatever she was looking for at the bottom of her bottle. Alex had yet to find answers in the bottom of his.

Instead he found her leaning against his Jeep, bags on the ground at her feet. She had her hips pushed out, braced for a fight. Alex, meanwhile, wasn't looking for one.

“I need a ride home.” It wasn’t a request but a command, and last Alex checked she wasn’t his superior officer, even if she had a sneer like one.

“And that’s your vehicle located northwest, you know, across the street.” It was early so there was no limit to his stride as he made his way closer.

He watched Isobel’s veneer slip, the swagger that was so much like Michael it made him ache disappeared.

“He bought it for me, I just realized. Anniversary gift. I never want to drive it again.” She said it like that was a good enough answer and for Alex it sure as hell was. Instead he jerked his head as he pulled his keys from his pocket, unlocked his passenger door and opened it for her. He was still a gentleman, and he wasn’t above simple kindness.

She climbed in, but put a hand on his arm.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Alex almost laughed.

“Neither do I.”

She nodded her understanding, they both had some broken hearts beating simply to pump the anger through their veins. Analyzing that fact wasn’t going to change it. Instead he shut her door with a click and made his way around to his own side.

They drove in relative silence, every corner causing the bottles at Isobel’s feet to clank and rattle. He knew where she lived, Isobel had been made for suburbia, even if she was from another planet altogether.

He pulled into her drive and shut off his car.

“Not going to lie, wasn’t sure how safely we’d get here, you being down a limb and all.”

This time Alex did laugh, because Isobel didn’t wear kid gloves around him and dammit if he didn’t enjoy that. It was nice for someone to look at him with something other than pity.

“Come on. We’ll be less pathetic if we get wasted together.”

The inside of her house was just as one would imagine, modern furniture, tasteful art and a large pile of men’s clothes heaped in the middle of the living room. Isobel flicked her hand at the mound as she headed for her kitchen, “Help yourself.”

Alex turned his nose up at the idea of cast offs from a serial killer and followed Isobel into the kitchen. He placed his bottle of tequila down on the counter. She handed him a corkscrew and he got to opening a bottle while she grabbed large wine glasses and a cutting board. He poured them each a glass as she cut up cheese and grabbed a package of crackers.

He blinked at her as she rolled her eyes, “We can be civilized about it.” She balanced the board on her hand as if she’d been serving patrons her entire life and grabbed her glass. Alex followed her again, wondered for a second if he would always be just two steps behind an alien when it came to living his life when she surprised him. She slid her patio door open and took a sip from glass.

“After you.”

********

“What was it like?”

“What was what like?”

“Seeing the world?”

“I was in Iraq and Afghanistan. I saw sand and death and children going hungry. Sorry I didn’t send any postcards.” Alex leaned forward to refill Isobel’s glass.

“Don’t be, Roswell has never been worth the postage.”

He touched his glass to hers in agreement.

**********

“Admit it, you like this song!” Isobel twirled as she shouted, pop music thumping so hard Alex should be annoyed. Instead he’s laughing as she swished her imaginary skirt, shooting him a come hither look.

He just shakes his head and leans back, but he gives in eventually and sings along. Even holds out his hand and lets her grasp it as she dances around him.

*********

Letting an intoxicated Isobel paint his nails sparkly black was not Alex’s wisest decision. Then again, also not his worst.

“Hey, I’m doing a good job.” She sticks out her tongue as she steadies her hand and does one final stroke. “Ta-da!”

She blows on his fingertips, and passes him the bottle. “Now do mine!”

Naturally his work is better than hers.

*********

Alex isn’t sure how he ended up on the floor, but Isobel had tossed him some cushions and he’s shaded from the setting sun. He’s comfortable and relaxed, and holding a glass of tequila and ice to his forehead.

“I envied you in high school.” Isobel is using Alex’s good leg as a headrest. He can’t remember the last time someone was this close to him, happy being in his space, wanting to be there. Well he did, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

“Sure. Gay emo kid with an abusive father, what’s not to love?” There is no bitterness in his voice though, you can only be angry about the past for so long. Also his buzz is making everything easier to bear. “I wish I could have walked down the halls flipping my blonde hair.

“Fuck you. I didn’t walk, I strutted.”

*********

Somehow they’d ended up in the living room, each with a pair of scissors, cutting up Noah’s expensive suits. Alex wasn’t sure they should be using such sharp objects, but then again, he’d done a good job cutting out a star in a cashmere sweater.

“Should I feel bad that I could have donated these? I mean, there are people in need.” She sounded sincere but the swish of her scissor blades doesn’t stop. “But I don’t know if Tide gets out murderous alien germs.”

He hears her sniff and glances up, but her face is set hard. He lets her have that one.

“Or, we could burn the lot.” He likes the idea, is a little proud of it.

Isobel’s smile is slow and menacing, “I have marshmallows.”

*********

His fingers are sticky and his stomach hurts from laughing as he watches Isobel try to lean out of her chair to grasp her drink. She’s going to fall and for some reason it’s ridiculous. The whole day has been.

She sits up and pouts.

“Come on, you have ET powers on your side. You got this, Evans.”

It takes a few minutes and her face gets flat and serious. Then the glass skitters across the pavement to bang against the leg of her chair.

She picks it up with a flourish, all he can do is applaud.

********

“No, you have to shoot, use the A button!” Isobel is useless at this and he’s willing to sacrifice her to the cause. Leave no man behind doesn’t count when they’re this bad.

“Which one is A?”

“The one with an A on it! Dammit!” The screen goes red, they’re both dead. Alex drops his controller and drinks straight from the bottle. All sense of propriety went out the window around 2am, so he holds it her way so she can take a sip.

She can handle her liquor better than most of the men he serves with. He’ll never tell her that though.

*********

“You know you could use your mind meld skills to get someone to bring us pizza.” The fact that Roswell doesn’t have a take out place open past 11:00pm is the greatest shame of the century.

“Or I could use my mind meld skills to get you to grab the Pop Tarts out the freezer.”

“You keep your Pop Tarts in the freezer?”

“You’ve never had a frozen Pop Tart?!” When he shakes his head she scrambles off the sofa, nearly trips over her own feet. “I am about to rock your world.”

It’s no blow job from Michael Guerin but it’s a close second.

********

Alex isn’t sure if it’s the pounding on the door or the pounding inside his head that wakes him up. He could do without both, and a healthy does of H20. He feels legs tangled with his own, knows they must have passed out head to toe on Isobel’s large sectional. He realizes he hadn’t removed his prosthetic and that is going to hurt later. Instead he wiggles his socked foot in Isobel’s face. It’s her house, he’s not answering the door.

Also if he gets up he just might die.

She squirms but it’s too little too late when the door bangs open and her brothers storm in with their girlfriends hot on their heels.

He hears Max’s huff and Maria’s laugh but they’re both drowned out by an unimpressed, “What the actual fuck?!”

Great. Michael’s here.

Isobel wraps her arms around Alex’s leg and snuggles into it. So it looks like she’s leaving him to deal with the Alien scout patrol.

“I repeat, what the fuck?”

Alex finally opens his eyes and is met with Michael’s hard and unimpressed stare. As if he has a commodity on messy hangovers or something. He kicks his foot again and Isobel huffs, but it’s enough to get her sitting up, hand pressed to her forehead.

She pushes Alex’s legs so he has no choice but to follow suit.

“You snore, Manes.”

“I know.” Michael says it before Alex can, the silence afterwards almost deafening. Max coughs as Alex shoots Isobel a look. It results in them bursting into giggles and leaning into each other on the sofa. To be fair, Alex's not sure how either of them are semi upright at this point anyway. No one else seems to get the joke.

“They’re okay guys, maybe we should let them sleep it off.” Liz is smiling but also glancing between Maria and Michael. There’s an issue there but it’s none of Alex’s business, just like he is none of there’s.

“You don’t answer our calls and Max finds your car deserted in town. We’re worried sick and you’re here passed out with him.” Michael isn’t letting this go and Alex almost stands up, squaring for a fight. Isobel puts a hand on his knee to stop him.

“It’s called a bender Michael, you of all people should understand that.” She attempts to rise and makes it halfway before she falls back, half in Alex’s lap. He catches her and rights her again. She pats the top of his head in thanks.

“Water?” Isobel is ignoring everyone else, Alex is keen on the idea.

“God, yes please.”

Alex leans back into the sofa and rubs at his temples. He can feel Michael’s frustrated gaze on him, even more so when Isobel hands him a cold bottle. He opens it, reaches out to tap it against hers and downs the whole thing in one go.

No one is saying anything and Alex isn’t about to be the first. Last he checked he and Isobel were adults, but the eyes Liz is making at Max don’t seem to be doing the job.

“So, I’m alive, we’re alive. Any other questions or is the interrogation over?” Isobel seems revived by the water and the weight of Michael’s disapproving eyes. No one says anything. “Great.”

She leans down, grabs Alex’s hand to help haul him to his feet. Somehow his leg is working and he’s not limping. He’s starting to wonder if this is all a weird fever dream. Then Isobel tucks her arm into his and leads him to the door and past the army of interlopers.

“You owe me one.” It’s whispered as she presses her cheek to his in a mock kiss, like they’re high society and didn’t murder three bottles of wine and all the tequila that didn’t end up on the kitchen floor.

He thinks he might love her. Platonically but reverently, the twinkle in her eye leads him to believe he’s not alone in the feeling.

“Until Saturday, ma’am.” He gives her a smile and a tiny salute, which became a thing last night, though for the life of him he can’t remember how.

“Of course, I’ll bring the limes and the hot sauce. Now run while you can.” She shoots him a wink and he makes his escape. The last thing he hears as the door shuts is Michael’s frustrated shout of, “What the hell is Saturday?”

Alex swings his keys around his finger and heads for his Jeep.

After a much needed shower and something greasy to settle his stomach he crawls into his own bed. As he lays there his phone beeps twice.

One is a message from an unknown number that says, “It's unfair this polish looks better on you than me.” He saves the number under the name Interstellar Bitch and makes a mental note to show Isobel later on. She’ll get a kick out of it.

The second is from Michael that’s four simple words, “We need to talk.”

He only replies to one, types out “It’s an emo thing.”

Then he presses his face into his pillow and laughs.

#shauna's roswell fic #long post #oops #roswell new mexico #fan fiction #alex manes #isobel evans #THE FRIENDSHIP WE DESERVE #a hint of malex #tw: alcohol

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cmtrydrve · 4 years

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hey ! my name’s link , i go by he/they pronouns , am 21+ & live in the cst timezone ! my only personality trait is being a bts , sment & girl groups enthusiast . i’m an aries sun with a pisces moon , which means i can be aggro , am always loud & obnoxious , but am a secretly sensitive softy , so plz be nice to me !!! this is my child , mikey , who’s stuck in 2006 & never grew out of his emo phase ( take that , mom ! ) . he’s also an aries , because my jjks always end up like that . hopefully , you’ll love him as much as i already do ! under the cut , you’ll find some misc . info & wanted connections . here are links to his dossier page & his pinterest board , which will hopefully give you some deeper insight . i’m excited to be here & write with you all ! like this if you’d like to plot & i’ll fly to your ims , but also feel free to add me on d*scord ( it’s easier for me as well ) : no brain only loving bts#6669 !

— jeon jungkook. he/they. demiboy. | was that michael “mikey” kwon i just saw in the hideaway lobby ? i hear the twenty-two year old spends most of their time working as a record store clerk / studying communications , but i’ve always just seen them dyeing their hair different colors with kool-aid . they live in 3c and i often see them in the halls. they always give me a vibe of getting into arguments online , an entirely black wardrobe and drinking six cups of coffee to make it through the day .

misc . info :

his parents are both very hip artists who met & fell in love while attending art school. they’re both very modern kind of parents, which meant that mikey grew up around a lot of self-expression (& being told to try it for himself), paint everywhere & pot.

growing up, he was allowed to paint his walls & even ceiling however he pleased & it instilled a love of creativity in him. his parents still have paintings he did as a child hanging up on their walls & fridge. even now, he still draws casually, though it was always a hobby for him & not his actual passion.

his parents are extremely caring & understanding. as a teenager, they allowed him to go out & party & always made sure to get him home safely. mikey genuinely can not remember a single time they ever yelled at him even when he fucked up massively. so he tries his best to make sure they’re happy & taken care of. but they’re adamant in supporting whatever mikey wants to do.

they were both the alternative types, which meant that rock music filled their home. mikey was familiar with classic rock from a young age & the sounds of fleetwood mac & other similar bands fills him with a warmth that can only be attained from childhood nostalgia.

his first taste of love came at the age of seven. his parents always brought home new albums to listen to & his dad purchased three cheers for sweet revenge by my chemical romance. while the screaming & raging instruments could have been too much for anyone else his age, mikey embraced it fully.

it ignited an adoration for the genre as a whole & soon enough, his parents were bringing home various emo music albums to sate the always dramatic & over-reacting mikey. for christmas, he received mcr’s discography (at the time, just two albums) on vinyl, which he still has hanged proudly on his wall as an adult.

he owns every variation of every mcr album now. vinyl, cd, cassettes. he even collects the japanese versions because he likes the way they’re designed.

he dropped the name mike / michael because of mikey way & he refuses to answer to anything else.

even though it’s largely part of “cringe culture” now (which mikey refuses to participate in), he loves hot topic & goes there whenever he can. his closet is full of band tees & he has a drawer filled with those spiky belts, bracelets & pants with the suspenders from his teenage years.

he’s been dyeing his hair regularly since he was twelve. he’s had every color under the sun. this is what his hair currently looks like but he dyes the highlights with kool-aid, so the color is always changing.

he has a nostril piercing & would probably get more done if someone so much as implied that he should.

he has a mcr stan twitter account & he gets into fights with everyone he decides has a wrong opinion. he’s been suspended multiple times for being too aggressive online, but he always comes back. he also has a tumblr account but he just uses it to reblog pictures of gerard way (his bias KJHFDKJ).

he works at a record store & goes to school for communications. he hopes to either be a radio dj or podcast host. he wants to get paid to talk about how much he loves music either way. but he loves his current job because he gets to talk about music all day and recommend albums to people. also it’s helpful in perfecting his own vinyl collection.

yes, he cried the day mcr broke up & yes he bought tickets to all their reunion shows. he took the day off when the tickets went on sale & his boss was understanding, knowing how much he loves the band.

he’s extremely impulsive. if you tell him to do anything, he more than likely will. he has a lot of stupid scribbled tattoos on him for this reason, especially on his hands.

while he doesn’t mind appearing masculine & even embraces it, he doesn’t fully align with being a man. he started identifying as nonbinary in his teens, but has never felt 100% a man his whole life. he’s fine with both he or they pronouns for the most part, though he does have his preferences day to day. he introduces himself as nonbinary so it’s not a secret & everyone who interacts with him is aware.

he’s kind of a party animal. he’s that loud person who drinks too much & ends up blacked out on the floor.

he gets in trouble a lot, because he plays music very loudly at both his workplace & his apartment. but he’s of the opinion that if music is too loud for you then you’re just too old.

he’s aggressive & very arrogant. he will fight you about anything & everything. he just likes to argue & he thinks he’s right about everything.

in typical aries fashion, he loves to flirt & be flirted with. he just adores attention & seeks out affection where he can find it. he gets crushes really easily & pursues aggressively (he’s extremely charming & good at making people feel good about themselves), but he gets bored when he actually obtains the person he desires. he’s never really seriously dated, but has had over a billion crushes in his lifetime.

thought dramatic & annoying most of the time, he’s also very loyal & has a good heart. if you’re in his circle of people he likes, then he’ll do anything for you point blank. he always tells his friends that he’d die for him & he means it.

while he tries to appear confident, he has secret insecurities stemming from being the middle child. he has issues with feeling like he’s not good enough or thinks he’s unnoticed by everyone, so he acts up by being dramatic.

he drinks A LOT of coffee, so he’s pretty much always bouncing off the walls.

he’s extremely pansexual & loud about it. if you’ve known him for longer than five minutes then you’ll find out how he wishes he could smash gerard way specifically in the helena mv to smithereens.

he very casually knows how to play guitar. he’s that person who plays wonderwall at every party.

while he’s not a fan of pop music, he knows most girl group dances & can do them well.

wanted connections :

exes (any gender. it will more than likely be something casual, like a few months or less, but we can discuss the timeline! also it can be messy or friendly. extra points if there’s lingering feelings!)

hookups / fwbs (any gender. singular experiences or regular type things)

childhood plots for those who’ve lived in seattle (childhood friends, first kisses / crushes, all that good stuff)

flirtationships that don’t go anywhere

one-sided crushes (don’t mind who has the feelings!)

mutual pining but they’re both idiots & have no idea

party buddies (can be drinking &/or smoking). emo music buddies. netflix buddies. any of these can be combined.

enemies???? (if we can decide on a suitable plot. or enemies with benefits :smirk:)

someone who knows of mikey from his stan twitter but doesn’t realize it’s him & talks shit openly about the asshole who runs the account in front of him.

on the opposite side of the spectrum, someone who he flirts with in the dms & they plan to meet up after realizing they live in the same apartment building.

tinder date (it can go well or not)

frequent customers (customers he flirts with or can’t stand because they just loiter or gets into fights with because they have bad taste in music

someone who takes advantage of mikey being willing to do anything he’s dared to do. make him do all the stupid shit he shouldn’t be doing, whether it’s getting tattoos / piercings or anything dangerous or just idiotic.

you’re sick of this asshole blasting music late at night & go to yell at him for it but oops he’s actually attractive (or you actually can’t stand him, whichever GKDHFGJFKD).

i have a huge tag full of plots i’d love to do on my rp spam blog. not all of them will be fitting for mikey but just ask me & we can try to change some elements or something!

literally anything you can think of i’m probably down for it!

#hide:intro #◟ * 𝟎𝟏𝟑. 𝑔𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑧 › OUT OF CHARACTER #not me being ready on time for once wow

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goldfishasylum · 5 years

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Albums of Fall

I have recently been on a quest to find the music that will match my, for lack of a better term, vibes this fall. I’m not trying to be quirky when I say my music taste is pretty wild (I’ve been obsessed with country lately send help) but all of these albums exude the energy I am trying to match as the weather transitions. So, on the off chance you are looking for some new music, maybe consider some of these.

Lover - Taylor Swift

I know, I know, “Taylor Swift?” but hear me out on this one.

I have listened to this queen since I was about eight years old, so I can’t very easily turn my back on her (nor do I want to). I honestly don’t understand why she receives so much hate. What did she do any different than our other pop idols? I may never know.

This album, though, is far from the pop anthems we are used to. I was hesitant to listen because I was a bit nervous after hearing “Me” and “You Need to Calm Down”, but what a pleasant surprise it was! This new sound of hers matches the exact vibe I would like to keep throughout this fall season.

My Personal Favorites:

Lover (duh)

It’s Nice to Have a Friend

The Man

Identity Crisis - WSTR

I recently found WSTR through some friends and I was not disappointed when I heard their new album. I am always looking for some new teenage-angst, punk related music to scream in the car and I believe I have found my choice for the changing weather.

Everything about this album takes me back to my middle school emo phase that I occasionally attempt to relive. So if you’re into that, here are some song suggestions:

Silly Me

Ashtray

Tell Me more

Anonymous - Blackbear

Blackbear has a way of making me feel like I can relate, even though I’ve never been through anything he writes about. If you don’t know anything about Blackbear, here’s a short summary of his music: being famous sucks, everyone else who is famous sucks, I’m lonely. And sometimes that’s all I want to hear about. It’s reassuring to know that as much as they want you to believe it, these celebrities lives are not perfect.

Favorites:

Hate My Guts

NYLA (this one is pretty old, but he finally put it on an album)

Sick of it All

Was It Even Real? - Olivia O’Brien

Boys, Boys, Boys, Feelings

To make a long story short, she’s on point with any emotion you could feel towards a significant other. Olivia O’Brien sings about her own issues as well, which I appreciate. Not everything is someone else’s fault, and you can’t always control that (ya know?).

I’ve enjoyed her music for a long time, even though this is her first album. I highly recommend putting this just to hear someone explain your own feelings to you (if that makes sense).

I Recommend:

We Lied to Each Other

Care Less More

Okay. I’m not sure if that was too short or too long but that’s really all I have. If you can’t tell, I’m a bit new to this blogging thing. Let me know if you listen to any of these or have any recommendations for me!

#blogs #music #fall #olivia o'brien #taylor swift #blackbear #wstr #autumn #vibes #seasons #punk #pop #blog

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notianb · 4 years

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I’ve wondered various times if I should leave. “What’s here for me” and “what am I doing” are amongst the most frequent questions I ask myself weekly. Everyone says it’s okay to not know what you want. And shit, it is. But I’m turning 24 in a short amount of months. Pieces should be finding their corresponding spaces in my life but it isn’t happening. Im stuck. I’m hurt deeply about something and I can’t figure out what it is. I can’t figure out if it’s holding me back or if I’m telling myself it is. I have a new phone number. It’s gonna help me cut tides with people I never want to speak with again. I didn’t realize it but I needed it. A new year is coming. 23 wasn’t as special as I thought it’d be. I’ve actually held a job for more than 7 months, which if I was famous for something, it certainly wouldn’t be that. I’m stuck on some girl. Or maybe I think I am. I’ve somewhat become a better person. I remember two years ago I was really rude with my humor. I love dark humor. I do. But there’s a difference between something being funny and genuinely hurting another persons feelings. I think women should have control over their own bodies. Always. Abortion isn’t murder. Trans people should be respected for who they are. Pronouns should be respected. Rape should be taken more seriously. I get the controversy. Men are falsely accused of it and it sometimes sucks because it can ruin someone’s life, but immediately overruling it is shitty. Every rape case should go to trial. Every single one. I was always taught to be respectful no matter what. I’ve fought people for the wrong and right reasons. I’ve learned that violence proves nothing. It fixes nothing but your ego. And honestly? Fuck ego. Fuck pride. Life is too short. Spend more time learning to love things. It’s really enjoyable. And in my opinion, and this is just mine, stop chasing after other people’s opinions of you. You know who you are. I mean, truly. No one knows you better than you know yourself. Again, life is shorter than you think. I’m going to be 40 in a short 16 years. 4 0. I hear a lot of people say “I remember when 30 was old” and I try to listen and understand. I myself do feel like 30 is old, but when I’m 55 I’m gonna know that it wasn’t. It’s one of those “I told you so” parent moments. Classic. Oops. I know no one reads this. It’s just therapy for me. I see how my mood and writing changed throughout the paragraphs and I’m happy I can realize that this year wasn’t so horrible. Certainly better than now my 2018 ended. What a disaster. Life gets better every day. Be happy and just live. Do that thing you were gonna do but keep pushing it back. Ugh. And hurry up coward. Go listen to nickelback. Forget the haters. Go cry about Mac Miller. I did today. I caught a fever today so actually it’s mostly to blame for the crying. Fuck fevers. I finally get to see Kenny chestnut (*chesney*, but that autocorrect deserves to stay) live in Houston in a couple months. My mom said she’d buy me tickets for my birthday. I’m really excited. His music hits me a little bit too close to home. Also, team Edward. Always. The true definition of an emo person. Quite literally dead inside and hates who he is. Also his clothes. Confession: I used to try to be exactly like him and Justin Bieber in middle school. I got caught in between. So I just looked like. Well, an emo yet preppy dumb ass who flipped his hair too often. I somehow wasn’t a victim to bullying. And I’m somehow still straight. I can sing any Taylor Swift song you throw at me. Also Avril Lavigne. But then also Eminem and lil Wayne. And the 1975 for the most part. I’m just.. I’m a little of everything. I may not be where I wanna be in life but at least my music taste isn’t arianna grande and Katy perry!! I’m planning a destin Florida trip with my dog! I’m going to Argentina next year. I miss home. Robert Pattinson as Batman. Can’t wait

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lukalovesyou · 5 years

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Hi! 8th grade me is sobbing 🤡🤡🤡

Welcome back to Luka oversharing 🤡🤡🤡

I saw Dan’s video earlier in my recommendeds and I haven’t been the same since. I’m a pot of emotions right now, mainly nostalgia. I’m remembering how much both Dan and Phil’s videos helped me back when I was thirteen and closeted and alone and so d a m n sad like holy shit. I remember being at school and all I could think about was going home to watch Dan and Phil’s videos because I felt like I didn’t belong there. I felt so alone and isolated back during my middle school days. I was the only lesbian I ever met (at least I thought that) and I felt suffocated and trapped every day because i felt so damn different. I was legit the only emo whore i knew besides everyone i surrounded myself with on the internet. I had ~1 semi consistant friend and I felt like all I had was Dan and Phil,, no joke.

I was this way until I promoted from Middle school to high school. There I made plenty of new friends and strengthen bonds with people who were there with me before. Most importantly, i met my future girlfriend who was (and obviously still is) the person to bring joy and light into my previously dark and gloomy life. [Side note: the part of Dan’s video where he mentioned that Phil was the first person he truly felt comfortable with and then called him his “soulmate” hit me so fucking hard because that describes exactly how I feel about my girlfriend. I don’t mean this in a “oHmYgOd PhAn iS rEaL” way but It gave me chills because I know that feeling so so well that it shocked me,,, other people feel shit like that it’s not just me,,,,damn] Everything about me began to change. Black jeans and Steven Universe t-shirts were traded in for overalls and more colorful attire. My music taste went from basic emo music to indie. I cut my hair short like I’ve always wanted. I started wearing makeup, a passion that brings me so much joy and has helped me connect with more people. Most importantly, I stopped relying on Dan and Phil for that happiness and friendship and I left the phandom that year.

They helped me during my dark times yet they were such an unhealthy coping mechanism. I’m still very glad I had them and even happier that I got rid of them before i got to the point of no return. I shouldn’t have let my attachment to them become too personal and invasive, especially in the shipping aspect of it. I would read fanfiction of them and constantly watching “phan proof” videos. It never occurred to me how weird this was, especially because I viewed them as my best friends. Looking back, I just wanted what they had. I was envious of how close they were and the romantic relationship that was portraied in the fanfics. Now I can confidently say I have what I wished for. I am in love with my best friend, my soulmate. No matter what, however, they will always have a part in helping me become the person I am today and I’m so thankful for their voice.

Now, a mainly out and generally happy 16 year old, I can’t help but think of the past. My past self would’ve sobbed watching his latest video. I would’ve rewatched it a billion times and cried each time. That video would’ve reminded me that I truly wasn’t alone. I may have not had anyone then but I would in the future. It would remind me that there are others like me even if I only spoke to them on the internet. I would’ve know that love for me was out there, even as a queer individual. I would’ve known it was ok to be me, even if that’s not what society views as important. I’m so glad I was able to realize this, even without his video. I’m glad I could make lasting friendships. I’m so thankful that I’m in a stable and healthy relationship with my soulmate (a thing I thought I’d never say). Most importantly, I’m so glad I grew up and out of that toxic stage of my life. I have both Dan and Phil to thank.

So let me emphasize this,, DANS VIDEO IS SO IMPORTANT!!!!! And if I see you shitting on him I will FIGHT!!! NO!!!!!!!! CAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This video WILL help kids who are just like middle school Luka (and many of you). It will show them that they aren’t alone. It’ll show them that they aren’t weird. It’ll give them hope. I’m am so so SO proud of Dan for coming out today. I’m also proud of Phil for coming out on twitter as that takes as much balls as a 45 minute video does. This video represents the queer kids of the past and the present. I hope this video will help all the queer kids of today and tomorrow. I can proudly say that I’m forever grateful for both Dan and Phil.

Thank you @danielhowell and @amazingphil for everything.

NOW !!!!!! LETS !!!!!!! GIVE !!!!!!!!! THEM !!!!!!!!!NOTHING !!!!!!!!!!!BUT !!!!!!!!!!!SUPPORT !!!!!!!!!!!PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!THANKS!!!!!!!!!!!

#daniel howell #dan howell #phil lester #Luka rambles again yay #im so proud of them holy shit #this is in memory for 2015-2017 me rip

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dat-town · 6 years

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love you like a love song baby

Characters: Jungkook & you

Setting: best friends to lovers

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Just two emo kids growing up together and getting together over a failed sponge cake.

You have imagined it, confessing, countless times.

Cheesy like in romance movies and rushed because you're nervous. You even practiced what you would say. How you would reassure him that, of course, he isn't obligated to return your feelings and he doesn't even have to reply because you just had to get this off your chest.

This feeling that's sometimes too big for your body. It's overwhelming how much he can make you feel. When you have a bad day, sometimes it's enough to hear him talk about some video game or a new editing technique he learnt for his youtube channel. Or when he enthusiastically tells you about meeting that cute labrador by the park on his way home and you can't help but imagine getting a dog together. Or the way he makes your heart jump, your blood sing and your head swim when he envelops you in his big hugs, when he smiles down at you like he means it, when he jokingly lift you up as an exercise and when he oh so casually sings mainstream love songs around you.

But the thing about this growing, pulsing, very much alive feeling in you is that it doesn't only make you happy and excited. It has an ugly part with teeth biting and claws crawling. It's the jealousy and self-doubt whenever you see him around other girls, prettier ones and you see him flash them shy, bunny smiles. It's disappointment when he skips one of your regular movie nights to hang out with the boys or because he's too tired or would rather do his homework. It's the loneliness you feel even beside him in those vulnerable moments because you know he'll never feel that way. And the worst is that you know you can't blame him for these unwanted feelings or the tears nobody has seen you shed late at night because it's all you. It's your fault for developing a crush on your best friend and he doesn't even know.

It's better this way, you tell yourself but you can't help but wonder: what if it isn't?

You and Jungkook became friends at the naive, fragile age of fourteen, in middle school, a questionable phase for both of you but let's admit: listening to depressive music together is one hell of a bonding. It's been history ever since because with him, it's always like puzzle pieces falling back into their places. You went to high school together and Jungkook even joined the art class you wanted to take but was too shy back then to go alone and you were always there to cheer for him at the track and field competitions. When you were both admitted to Seoul universities - you for interior design and him for movie directing -, it went without saying to rent a place together. It felt perfect because what could go wrong? you asked yourself and you didn't know that the answer was everything until Yein.

Before Jungkook had his fair share of crushes he always talked about but never acted on his feelings. So when the pretty girl in his photography class came around it was all new. Suddenly it wasn't just the two of you and you got a first hand experience of what your best friend could feel during your brief relationship with Yugyeom in the junior year of high school. You told yourself that it wasn't jealousy, you just missed your best friend and for real, you liked Yein. She was quiet and smart and she was good for Jungkook and yet, you couldn't be entirely happy for them. After months of denying, struggling alone and fighting it, you finally admitted to yourself why: you were in love with Jungkook. (You still are.) And suddenly, everything made sense. From then on every comment on how cute you look together and every correction that you are just best friends hurt too much.

Jungkook and Yein lasted for about six months. Jungkook refused to tell you why exactly they broke up and said it just didn't work out and let him be. Ironically, a year later you met Yein at a yoga class downtown and ended up sitting down for a coffee to catch up. It wasn't you who brought up Jungkook, she asked about him and told you:

"He couldn't give me his heart, he was keeping that safe for somebody else.”

You have thought it was an odd reason to broke up over in university but didn't tell her. You still chat sometimes when meet in an afternoon yoga session but don't talk about Jungkook anymore.

So things between you and Jungkook shouldn't have changed but they did, inevitably because now you catch yourself staring more than you should as his best friend, especially when the boy has the nerve to walk around the flat shirtless. Or when he clings to you during movies, resting his head in your lap while analyzing every damned thing happening on screen and you absentmindedly play with his hair, combing it with your fingers, your heart shouldn't flutter so much at the content little noises he makes. Or when he asks for your opinion about his latest video and starts explaining all the aspect you'd never understand anyway, the urge shouldn't be so strong to just tell him: gosh, I'm so in love with you.

So yeah, you have thought about it million and million times, counting pros and cons but always ended up too afraid to ruin your friendship. It doesn't stop you though from pouring the amount of your heart's content into the bowl before you after double checking in the recipe how much sugar you need for the cake.

“Shit,” you stare at the kitchen scale in horror and end up scooping half of the sweetener back.

Jungkook seemed a bit down in the morning, probably still fussing over that job interview from last week that didn't go well, and exclaimed that he was going out for a run even in the rainy Saturday weather. He was out of the door before you could tell him to put on a jacket at least. So that's it, that's why you decided to brighten up his mood and make him a homemade cake even though you are a complete disaster in the kitchen if it's anything else but instant noodles. Nobody deserves to be sad on their birthday and especially not Jungkook if you can do anything about it.

But of course nothing works out as it should, you're out of coconut powder, so you change the recipe in the middle of the making. You also accidently put too much cream between the layers of the too thin sponge cake and it kind of falls apart. At least it doesn't taste horrible but it definitely looks like something a six years old would make. Maybe if you didn't listen and dance to the old greatest hits on the radio while baking, you could actually be decent in the cooking department, but nah, what's the point then?

"OhmygOSH! When did you get back?” you cry out in surprise when in-between a dramatic turn to a Disney era Selena Gomez song you notice Jungkook watching you from the living room with strong arms folded in front of his chest and an amused smile on his face. How dares he look at you like that after almost giving you a heart attack?

"Not that long,” he shrugs, something still tugging the corners of his mouth upwards and drops of water from his hair leave wet spots all over the floor and well, everywhere.The neon coloured running shirt he wears is a tight fit on his body, sticking to him like second skin because of the rain and sweat. He looks like he stepped out of a sportswear commercial.

“You have flour on your face,” he points out, nose scrunching, laughing. You love the sound of that too much to mind that he's making fun of you. Too enamoured, you cannot even stop him when with two long strides he steps in front of you and gently wipes off the ingredient with his thumb. Your cheek tingles where he touched you and it takes you a moment to collect your thoughts with him looking down at you like that.

“And you stink, not to mention you are drenched. Go shower and change,” you put your hands on your waist trying to sound and act like you're in charge in the situation. Your messy emotions protest.

“Yes, m'lady,” Jungkook salutes jokingly and you take a deep breath when he leaves.

When he comes back freshly washed in sweatpants and the kind of big white shirt you like to steal to sleep in, he ends up helping you making the frosting on his own birthday cake.You work together so well, methodically and it's so sweetly domestic that those greedy feelings come back again. But it's his day, you won't ruin it, because you don't want to see anything but smiles on his face today.

You order pizza for lunch and eat half the cake before it even arrives. And when it does, Jungkook is already whining with his best aegyo about wanting to get his present. You have been hinting about it for weeks, that you have the perfect gift and can't wait to give it to him. So how could you say no when he asks so cutely?

You watch him with knots in your stomach as he neatly takes off the wrapper of the box and opens it up. Inside of it, there's a vintage polaroid camera he has been talking about for months. Jungkook stares at the device like he doesn't quite believe his eyes and then up at you in awe.

“I love you,” he blurts out eyes shining from excitement, tears brimming in the corners and a huge grin plastered on his face. Your heart does that thing again and you feel the heat of a blush on your face.

“I love you too,” you mumble and hug him tighter when he pulls you into his arms.

You have been friends for far too long, of course, you have said these three little words before but you started to think that it means very different for you. But pulling back Jungkook looks at you half-conflicted, half-determined and his tongue stumbles over the next words.

“No I… I love love you. I think a part of me always did.”

You can't help the light sob escaping you, curling your fingers into the boy's shirt.

“Really?” the hopeful question falls from your lips and for a moment you think you're dreaming because it can't be happening. But then Jungkook lunges forward, takes your face into his hands and presses his sugar-coated lips to yours.

“Really,” he whispers into the small space between you.

Looking at his happy face and listening to the drums of that rapidly beating heart of yours, the realization hits you hard of how utterly stupid you were because instead of imagining confessing, you should have just done it.

#happy birthday to the boy who deserves the whole world #jungkook fluff #btswriters #bangtan bookclub #sfwbangtan #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarios #bts fluff #stories #i was soft this morning and decided to write this #best friends to lovers

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changesxnight · 6 years

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The gang as Gen Z?

- when I saw Gen Z, I mean the millennial-gen z hybrid that was born from 1997-2003 - the best generation- aka my generation (and most of ours) so prepare for this to be long

- Darry was born in ‘98- that makes Sodapop and Steve 2001 babies and Ponyboy a 2004 kid HAHA WHAT A BABY- so Johnny was born in 2002 whereas Dallas and Two-Bit were born in 2000- you better believe that when Dallas learns Pone was born in 2004, he makes fun of him for it constantly. like “Pone’s 14. Makes sense. WAIT HE WAS BORN IN 2004? WHAT IS HE, SIX??”

- the economic crisis in 2008 wasn’t kind to the Curtises. A lot of their clothes were second hand, or in Pone’s case, hand-me-downs- They got most of their toys from yard sales too- Because of this, they really connect with 90s kids cause they got old 90s toys

- The gang grew up with the best shows - The boys didn’t like Victorious but loved iCarly?? okay - Darry loved Boy Meets World You can fight me on this. He watches reruns every day after school- Dallas, Steve and Two loved cartoons. Especially Total Drama, Chowder, Ben 10, Johnny Bravo, Codename: Kids Next Door, Flapjack, Johnny Test and Camp Lazlo- Two-Bit, Dallas and Steve are Ed, Edd n Eddy- Darry won’t admit it, but he LOVED the Powerpuff Girls. Two-Bit, on the other hand, will admit it. He even had a crush on Blossom

- Since Brenda, Two-Bit’s sister, is significantly younger than him, he saves all their VHS tapes of his favorite movies- he also only lets her watch reruns of his favorite shows

- y’know how we made Pone’s red bouncy balls a meme? well he had a blast as a 2000s kid- got them at every yard sale - bouncy balls are all over the house. when he’s like seventeen, they’re still haunting him

- Ponyboy watched General Hospital with Johnny after school when no one was around - He won’t ever admit this and the only proof they ever did is in Ponyboy’s journal (diary)

- y’know Malcolm in the Middle? that’s the Curtis Brothers - someone Ponyboy is Malcolm AND Dewey at once- NO- Johnny is Dewey

can you tell I watched a lot of tv as a kid?

- Dallas used to steal candy - his favorite were the push pops that came with the sour juice. y’know what I’m talking about?? - Steve would call him a baby if he ever caught Dal with a Baby Bottle Pop

- y’know those off brand composition notebooks we got in elementary and middle school?- Ponyboy has always loved to write and he used to fill those things up - on average, he went through two composition notebooks a year- and his teachers knew he was a good writer. even in first grade, he paid attention to his descriptions

- Dally’s father didn’t care what he watched, so Dallas grew up on Adult Swim and Fox cartoons- shit like King of the Hill, Family Guy, Bob’s Burgers and the Simpsons- he also loved Tim and Eric sketches

- when the Curtis boys couldn’t sleep, they’d watch late night shows with their parents until they fell asleep - so Dare, Pone and Sodes have faint, distant memories of shows like Home Improvement, that one George Lopez show, Friends, Full House, Boy Meets World,

- there were a LOT of weird food things that companies made in the 2000s and lemme tell you, Sodapop has tried them all- he fuckin’ loves sprayable cheese- and totally made s’mores in the toaster oven

- Dallas got his sass from Judge Judy sorry I don’t make the rules

- the gang loves watching game shows and playing along with the contestants - Dallas screams at the tv when people give stupid answers

- the Curtis boys loved Full House- Darry had a crush on older D.J., Pony had a crush on Stephanie and Sodapop wants a daughter like Michelle - Mr. and Mrs. Curtis liked that their boys watched wholesome shows. They were totally oblivious to what they watched when over at Dal or Steve’s houses

- Johnny loved webkinz but couldn’t afford them- well, his parents never got them for him- the Curtises would though and he still has them in his closet

- you best believe they all have depression now- and they’re really stressed cause of school- and broke cause everything is so expensive but minimum wage hasn’t budged in so long- they’re just like us, guys!

- Two-Bit destroyed his furby because it creeped him out

- Ponyboy, whenever driving in the car, would imagine someone beside the car that could only travel by walking on fences, jumping from cracks of sunlight between tree shadows or just plan followed them along beside the car- (Apparently this is a sign of an active imagination??) - Sodapop still does this- Ponyboy just day dreams about his current story

- Two-Bit refuses to acknowledge the new Disney and Nickelodeon - old school Disney and Nick or none at all- he’s just really disappointed in his three favorite channels

- Ponyboy and Soda’s room was once littered with Hot Wheels cars - you can still find them under their bed or in the closet corners

- when Dallas was a freshman and sophomore, he had an iPhone where he illegally downloaded about 1000 songs - most of them are 2000s emo music (he was in high school from 2014-2018) - he wishes he was old enough to be a true emo in that era- but he keeps his music taste a secret and pretends he listens to modern rock- but he totally listens to 80s-00s rock, punk and all the classics

- they all love memes- Dally, Steve and Two like offensive memes where as Soda and Two like surreal memes - Darry uses iFunny to find his memes, Ponyboy and Johnny use Instagram and Steve, Two, Dal and Soda use Reddit like the rest of us - the four of them make reddit videos and I’m notonna lie, they’re fucking hilarious (even though all they do is earrape and curse)

I could go on forever but here’s the gang was Gen Z and honestly?? I love it. Let’s change the book. It didn’t come out in ‘67, J.T. came out in ‘17.

#The Outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #Ponyboy Curtis #Sodapop Curtis #steve randle #dallas winston #darry curtis #johnny cade #two bit mathews #my hcs #mine #this was amazing and I kinda wanna do it again

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