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historyhermann · 1 year

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Cleopatra in Space and the Missing "Quarantine" Episode [Part 1]

On July 15, 2020, the streaming service, Peacock, made 12 episodes of Cleopatra in Space, an animated show, available to all U.S. residents, after making five episodes available to Xfinity subscribers a few months before. Whether by error, laziness, or purposeful action, the show's sixth episode was not listed, meaning that only episodes 1-5 and 7-13 were available to anyone who subscribed to Peacock Premium. Mike Maihack, creator of the graphic novel series which this animated series was based on, lamented this development. He described the "missing" episode as focusing on a "zombie-like flu," with Cleo having to face the consequences of avoiding quarantine, and said it is an episode that the "entire world should be able to see right now." He also called the release of only 12 episodes "disappointing," referring to the fact that 26 episodes were part of the show's first season, many of which premiered on the Dreamworks channel, available to subscribers in Southeast Asia. A fan of the show later asked Peacock about this episode and they described it as "temporarily unavailable" and said that there is no news on the release "at the moment." As of the time of this article's publication, the episode has still not been added to Peacock, with an official Peacock account explaining that the episode was "not actively" on the platform, but not explaining why this was the case. This article will summarize the "missing" episode, reportedly with the name "Quarantine," as listed on the website of Rotten Tomatoes, [1] and note how it relates to the COVID-19 pandemic.

This was originally written in October 2020, but never published for some reason. It was since named and fixed up in December 2022, so some of the information in it may be outdated. It will be published on my History Hermann WordPress blog on Feb. 23, 2022. The episode was finally released on Peacock on June 25, 2021.

This episode is not the first time that a show has focused on a quarantine. The Simpsons Movie in 2007 was about the town of Springfield trapped under a glass dome by a power-hungry EPA administrator. Some have argued noted other Simpsons episodes, like one where the "Osaka Flu" spread across Springfield, although such a comparison is faulty due to the unscientific way that the flu spread across the town itself. On the other hand, the August 2011 episode of Futurama, "Cold Warriors," had the arrogant space commander, Zapp Brannigan, attempt to bring the quarantined city of New New York into the Sun after the common cold virus accidentally spread across the city from Fry to the rest of those in the city. Luckily, the cold is controlled once everyone receives a vaccine, the quarantine is lifted, and the city returned to its rightful location. In a similar vein, Edgar Allan Poe, in his short story "The Masque of the Red Death," focuses on a prince who gathers his rich friends within a castle while a plague known as the "Red Death" spreads across the country, killing all who are exposed. Ultimately, they are exposed to the virus and end up dying as a result, showing no one is safe from the disease.

Cleo and the zombie flu

This episode is different from the previously mentioned examples. Cleopatra "Cleo," (voiced by Lilimar Herandez) is adjusting herself to the future, almost getting killed by a robot assassin, a robotic monster, nearly captured by scavengers, and liberating a planet from the control of the Xerxs, the footsoldiers of the tyrannical Octavian, in previous episodes. She begins the episode by going on her first solo mission to retrieve a book from a planet named Buflong whose inhabitants look like butterflies and "speak a musical language," boasting she can deal with a "bunch of butterflies." She figures out how to deal with the burping butterflies, first zapping them with her quaser (a type of laser pistol), throwing her bracelets to the creatures, and speaking a burp language with the queen butterfly creature.

Cleo returns to Mayet confidently and when her mentor, Khensu (voiced by Sendhil Ramamurthy), tells her to quarantine because of a flu outbreak on the planet she came from. In her typical style, she decides to not take him seriously, declaring she has no idea what quarantine is, and says she is fine because she "doesn't even have a sniffle." She touches as many people as she can when she arrives at Pyramid, an academy which is a cross-between a college and high school, with no social distancing whatsoever. Although she thinks that everything will be "totally fine," the next day she sees all the students at the campus sick with the zombie flu. She does not understand how she got everyone sick, with Khensu informing her she is a carrier of the flu. She is shocked by how the sickness is developing among her classmates, such as temporary tentacle growth (in the case of Zaid), hallucinations (in the case of Brian), and projectile crying (in the case of Akila). Khensu tells her that the flu "affects every species differently" in the first stage of the virus. Although cats only have a mild cold, the second stage is the same for everyone: "extreme aggression." Basically, everyone turns into "rage zombies" who are prone to fight others. Yikes!

Cleo defends her actions, saying that she doesn't know "weird future stuff" and shows she has no knowledge of quarantine, guessing it is a mineral, a dance, or "some kind of pastry."

Khensu and Cleo leave in the nick of time, as they have to find a cure before everyone in the academy dies from the flu, killing each other in their uncontrollable rage. They travel to an uninhabited ice planet to meet Dr. Queed (voiced by Paul Rugg), former head of biosciences for P.Y.R.A.M.I.D., who was forced out because of his eccentric nature. While Khensu and Cleo are sparring, their ship crash-lands on the planet, and they barely escape being killed by lightning which strikes anything above 20 feet. Thanks to Cleo's quick thinking, charging her quaser with the lightning's energy, as soon as the virus fully takes hold of Khensu, making him a "rage zombie," the giant ice spider, which blocks their way, is killed by a blast from the quaser. Afterward, Cleo and Khensu enter Dr. Queed's lab, and learn the unsettling news that the monster Cleo killed was one of his creations! As Cleo pleads with him to help those at the academy, he remains skeptical of offering his "uncanny scientific brilliance." Using his over-confidence, hubris, and ego against him, Cleo manipulates Queed into helping them, as Queed claims he can cure "any sickness." Khensu, overtaken by the flu, almost kills Queed, until he sticks the untested vaccine into his arm, which ends up being successful. Later, Cleo goads Queed, saying he can't cure everyone, leading him to declare he will prove his scientific abilities by making a big batch of vaccines.

On their return to Mayet, Queed, Cleo, and Khensu wear special helmets equipped to shoot vaccine darts at people. When they return to the academy, it has turned into utter mayhem, with each of them spreading out to cover more ground, firing darts filled with the vaccine at every student they can find. In the end, Brian is the only holdout, remaining infected because the darts can't penetrate his cyborg body. Cleo has to activate her super pink power and is trapped by Brian, allowing her to suck out the power from Brian's body. With everything returning to normal, Cleo says the spread of the illness is all her fault, a conclusion which is mostly correct. Khensu admits that he shouldn't have assumed she knew of the "importance of quarantine." Ironically, she later enters quarantine after showing symptoms of a presumed common cold. In the last scene of the episode, she remarks, "quarantine stinks!" a sentiment a lot of us would agree with at this point in time, and asks for a charger.

Cleo declares that "quarantine stinks!"

Continued in part 2

Notes

[1] This episode seems to be named "The Flu," when the Korean title of the episode, when it aired on the DreamWorks channel on December 2, 2019, was translated. It also aired on Teletoon+ in Poland on February 24 of this year, and on ABC Me, an Australian broadcasting service, this summer.

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itsmebilly · 4 years

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Not Billy related, but slasher community related!

I woke up to my huntakiller.com subscription! It's basically a fabricated crime that you must solve. It's episodic, lasting for 6 months I believe. The current episode is Class of '98. It comes with a bunch of cool shit like enamel pins, a journal, UV light, koozie, map, case notes, etc. There are online forums, online clues, etc. for those more interested in internet ARGs.

I honestly think you guys would fucking love it. They also donate to a charity that supports murder cases that haven't been solved, as well as the families of the countless victims.

#my bracelets were made by my friend asia by the way #i love them #{ overlapping }#slashers #huntakiller #dbd

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000scans · 4 years

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[scans] monotube magazine vol. 2 | group interview interview under cut

“For us, SEVENTEEN is everything in life, and the members are like family.” - SEVENTEEN

It’s already been five years since our debut. Our passion hasn’t cooled down, but it feels relaxing on one hand. SEVENTEEN, who are running towards their peak as an idol group, are devoted to their performance and work, and share a deep friendship thicker than blood with the members who are on the same track of the youth race. 13 members’ story about new mini-album, “Heng:garae” and talk about “us” who don’t have to be afraid, as they are not alone.

#1 million albums sold #First Million Sellers

Joshua: I was really surprised to hear the news. I am very grateful and it’s such an honor. I thought the sales volume of the last album was high enough, but it’s amazing that it’s getting bigger. I’d like to say thank you to CARATs. I realize that we’ve grown a lot and made differences. S.Coups: I think it’s important to go farther from now on as we’ve come up so high. Until I reached this height, I was so hasty that I missed many important things. From now on, I’ll have to learn from the journey of going farther. I’m sure all the members thought the same.

#World Tour #Different scale #Different mindset

Dino: Usually for a concert, it takes around more than three hours. Now I have more strength to control myself physically. During our first Asia tour ( in 2016), I only pushed from the first to the last song. So sometimes it looked too much, sometimes it didn’t fit the mood. I think everyone is good at controlling the atmosphere and taking care of their stamina, and I think our skills have improved a lot in this regard. The8: In the past, I used to feel more nervous before going on stage, but it’s no longer awkward to communicate and make eye contact with CARATs. I’ve become more comfortable. Since more CARATs come to see us every time we perform, the more energy I get, the more I want to give.

#Debut 5th anniversary #5 years ago vs. now

Wonwoo: I think my mindset is stronger than before. There are inevitable conditions such as feeling stressed out, getting no sleep, or getting sore from dancing. But now as I think, I’ve become so mentally strong that I wonder why it was so hard in the past. Jeonghan: That’s right. There was a time when I was under as much stress as my overflowing passion. So I’ve lived with the mindset of “living like flowing water,” but after five years of [idol] activities, I’ve been through many feelings and improvement, so I changed my mind to “Live harder.” Woozi: I was so busy, I can’t remember what I was thinking at the beginning of our debut. If I did what I was told to do in my best, now I’m working more responsibly, thinking more in terms of ascending expectations on us.

#7th Mini Album #Heng:garae #Left&Right

Woozi: When we first discussed the direction of this album with our staff and members, we agreed to “write the story of youth.” I’ve been thinking a lot about how to narrate this wide topic. So I had a lot of conversations with the members and checked every detail in finishing the album. Wonwoo: I think it could be us or our CARATs that are giving a ride or riding on Heng:garae. We worked really hard to make an album that gives CARATs support and comfort. This album contains many songs and lyrics that could comfort you in various styles. Mingyu: Rather than loosening strength, I gave it significantly the opposite way. And I tried my best to make my stage presence and the emotions you can catch enjoyable. I personally really like this album. Jun: The title track “Left&Right” was a fun song that matched the summer mood. Since our group performed a lot of exciting songs such as “Very Nice”, “Mansae”, and “Adore U”, we all did a lot of image training as we wanted to make it feel different from other songs. If the previous songs were boyish and cute, “Left&Right” is more like a step forward as a grown young man.

#Main Concept #Youth is

Mingyu: Do not hesitate what you should do when you want to do it, and rather execute it away when you have the time to think about it. Joshua: Same. To keep on actively challenging myself regardless of age. I want to do everything I want to do before my youth passes, and I think endlessly trying it out is the best way to live your youth. Vernon: To be joyful and happy. And I strongly agree with the motto that members answered - “Live Hard”. Seungkwan: Mental care. Personally, when my mental state collapsed, members helped me out to get up lightly enough and the experience made me grow my inner self and get stronger. Hoshi: I have so many things I want to do and achieve. But you can’t have everything. I have to give up partially in the things I want to do and prioritize what I have to do. If the goal is big, I must try harder, and put everything into it.

#SEVENTEEN bracelet #Theif & Heist #First collaboration

Seungkwan: It’s a bracelet that designer Francesca who oversees the Louis Vuitton jewelry line, presents through his brand “Thief & Heist.” It’s meaningful how the brand used recycled plastic to make the bracelet straps and donate their profits partially to environmental organizations. And, I was surprised to hear that the SEVENTEEN logo imprinted in the charm is silver. Mingyu: It’s a simple design, so I like it more and it’s interesting as it’s the first time for us to officially collaborate with a world-class designer. Personally, I have a lot of questions for the designer, and if I have a chance to meet her in person, I would like to use all the English I know and try my best to communicate with her. Jeonghan: It was the most cautious moment lately. It’s a structure that’s hard to take out once you wear it, so I hope you consider the size well. Vernon: I think it’s be okay if you size it up so that it’s not too tight. It’s comfortable to wear, so it won’t bother you much with the feeling that you’re wearing something on your arm.

#Who I am in SEVENTEEN #Usual Me #Gap differences

DK, Mingyu, Wonwoo, Jeonghan, Jun: There is not much gap between me and myself as SEVENTEEN. Inside and outside of the camera I am almost the same. I think it’s most comfortable to show a natural side of myself without any ornaments. Woozi: I’m actually much different than what you think. Woozi in SEVENTEEN is a solid and confident image, but the personal self is both introverted and shy. Hoshi: Me too. Other members laugh when I talk about this, but when I’m alone, I tend to be introverted and shy. There is a significant difference between Hoshi and Kwon Soonyoung. Seungkwan: As a member of SEVENTEEN, I’m full of energy and I play much role to cheer up the members. When I’m alone, I recharge myself and rest quietly.

#SEVENTEEN means to us,

The8, Vernon, Joshua: Youth itself. SEVENTEEN contains the entire process of growing up and maturing in life. Dino, Mingyu, Woozi, Jun, Wonwoo: They are like family I lived with since I was young, who can’t be parted. We ran together, and pat each other’s back when having a hard time. DK, Seungkwan, Hoshi: Spent half of our lives together, all we’ve put in. SEVENTEEN is like the armor for us. So I want to be part of SEVENTEEN for a long time. Jeonghan: Simply put, I’m here because of SEVENTEEN. If it weren’t for SEVENTEEN, I would have raised a cow with my best friend. My personality has changed a lot within SEVENTEEN, and I’m just happy to be with the members. S.Coups: Meaningful modifier, that I speak before my name. The one word that can explain me. So, SEVENTEEN is who I am.

#seventeen #svt #seventeen scans #t:scans #g:seventeen #u:ot13 #t:text #a:monotube #m:misc #so i am scribing the interviews #bc i feel like w tumblr's resizing the text will probably be small (?)#or just not load lmao either way it's convenient to have in a text format ig #was going through them and decided to edit this set as well since it's relatively straightforward lmao #the page that had all the creases i can just boost to all black #there's also another full spread but it's literally just a giant black SEVENTEEN on a red background so #prob not gonna bother with that unless someone REALLY wants to see it i promise you it isn't very interesting ajfkdla #also JEONGHAN COW FARMER #translations

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averykedavra · 4 years

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Would You Be So Kind

@csi-baker-street-babes asked for a fluffy Logicality Human AU with a first kiss and a bit of angsty feels.

“A bit of angsty feels” means “a huge pile of angst,” right? Just clarifying.

Nah, I’m kidding. I actually used this fic as an excuse to be super soft and cliche. At heart I am just a small bean wanting to write happy love.

Also, I ended up thinking through this camp AU way too much. I might write more for it in the future. Let me know if you’re interested!

Thanks for the prompt! Reminder to everyone that I’m open to prompts! And if you want to be on my fic taglist, let me know!

You can find this fic on Ao3 here.

(Title is from Would You Be So Kind by dodie.)

Words: 4259

Pairing: romantic Logicality

Warnings: crying, rejection, repressing emotions, lying, self-deprecation, isolating oneself (but it gets fluffy again I swear), kissing

Summary: After years of pining, Patton finally asks out his crush. It...does not go as planned.

By the end of the summer, Patton Hart was going to ask out Logan Crofters.

He made that promise at the beginning of the first session, staring at the counselor schedule that announced, once again, that he’d be spending his summer side-by-side with Logan. They’d been co-counselors for three years in a row, three years that Patton had spent sneaking glances and stammering whenever Logan talked to him.

Why he kept getting paired with Logan, Patton didn’t know. Thomas said they “worked well together.“ Whether that was true or not, Patton did always have a lot more fun when Logan was around. (He also dropped a lot more things and tripped way more often, but that was okay.)

The facts were: he was going to be spending three sessions/nine weeks/fifty-six days with a very smart, very nice, very pretty man. And this year, instead of pining hopelessly, Patton was actually going to tell Logan how he felt. He was. No excuses. The time was right.

There was the itsy-bitsy fact that Patton had said that for two summers already. But this summer would be the summer! Patton knew it. Maybe he’d even ask Logan out during the first session, and they could spend the whole summer together. Thomas was okay with counselors dating each other as long as they kept things professional. They could hold hands on the hikes and sing campfire songs together and Patton could finally give him the More-Than-Friendship bracelet he’d made in Year Two of Being in Love with Logan Crofters.

(Patton was pretty sure he was in love. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t spend all school year waiting for his chance to come back to Camp Chickadee and hear Logan’s soft laugh as Patton tried to balance a spoon on the end of his nose.)

He loved Logan, and he was going to tell him. Half the camp knew about Patton’s crush, for Pete’s sake! It was only a matter of time until some well-meaning kiddo told Logan for him. Camp Chickadee might be surrounded by pine trees, but that was no excuse for Patton to keep pining.

The first session passed. Patton did not ask out Logan. He negotiated a prank war between Roman and Remus, learned a new chord on the ukelele, carved a dog, and taught Virgil how to bake blackberry pie. He signed up to lead as many activities as possible that involved Logan. Together, they led a bunch of hikes, lifeguarded together, went biking, made a catapult, and, on one memorable afternoon, crowned Turtle the dog (not to be confused with Dog the turtle, the other camp pet) Supreme Leader of All Rocks, Stones, and Boulders. Logan never objected to Patton’s company. He never asked for it either, but it was a start!

On the last day of the session, the whole camp had an hours-long mud fight, built a campfire, and sang songs together. Patton watched Logan across the fire, his eyes gleaming in the light, singing along to Yellow Submarine even though he always insisted he didn’t like to sing.

Next session, Patton told himself.

They went rafting together. They made bread together. They mastered the rope course backwards and frontwards. They wrote a story about Turtle the dog and her conquering of Asia. One camper asked if Logan and Patton were dating. Patton tried not to blush. Logan didn’t seem fazed by the question. Good sign? Bad sign? Patton didn’t know.

Before he knew it, it was the last week of session two. Patton was playing Texas hold’em with Logan, Virgil, Roman, and Remus. Janus and Thomas were leading the whole camp in a singalong by Giant’s Ridge. Patton and the other counselors were supposed to be brainstorming activities for session three, but Remus had dared Roman to beat him at cards and now here they were.

Patton frowned as he lost for the fourth time in a row. Virgil, Roman, and Logan gave him sympathetic looks. Remus cackled with delight and very little sympathy.

“Wanna play again?” Virgil asked after Remus had, once again, won the game.

“I’ll pass,” Patton said with a smile. “I’m not very good at it.”

“Practice makes progress,” Roman pointed out.

“I think I’m with Patton,” Logan agreed, placing his cards down and standing up. “We can think up some activity ideas while you play a few more rounds. You know, the thing we’re actually supposed to be doing.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “I’m just gonna lead another search for the FBI base in the woods, Virgil will hunt for Mothman again, and you’ll do something boring like knitting. You’re all really predictable.”

Roman chuckled. “And what about me?”

“Talent show.”

“I hate that you’re right.”

“Still,” Patton said, “we should try to prepare stuff! Logan’s right, at least some of us should be brainstorming.”

Remus chuckled. “Of course you take his side.”

Patton tried very hard not to blush and didn’t really succeed. Fortunately, Logan didn’t seem to notice Remus’ comment. “We’ll be at the swing if you need us,” he said, giving them a nod. “Good luck, Remus.”

Amidst Roman’s offending spluttering and calls of “I thought you were on my side! Betrayal, heresy, et tu Brute” Logan and Patton walked to the swing. Patton usually lay sideways on the swinging bench, taking up more than half of it, but Logan was sitting on the other side with his hands over the side. Patton perched on the very edge of the swing and tried to put as much space between them as possible.

Then they brainstormed. Or, really, Logan brainstormed while Patton nodded along. He tried to think about activities, he really did, but Logan was right there and he moved his hands when he talked and his eyes sparkled when he thought of an idea he really liked and goodness, Patton was falling hard, wasn’t he?

“Patton!” Logan said, and Patton realized he’d been calling his name.

“Yeah?”

“You’ve hardly been paying attention.” Logan’s eyebrows drew together. “Is everything alright?”

“I...” Patton smiled. “Yeah! Of course! I’m just being spacey, is all. You know me--scatterbrained. Would forget my own head if it wasn’t on my feet!”

Logan frowned. “Your head is on your shoulders.”

“Oh, darn it! I knew I messed up something when I got dressed today!”

Logan chuckled, holding up his hand to cover the sound. Patton wished he wouldn’t. He loved that laugh, light and airy and so different than the serious image Logan always tried to show.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Logan asked again after his laughter died, and his voice was so concerned. Patton couldn’t handle this. He couldn’t! “If there’s...if you need to talk about anything with me, know that I am here to listen.”

Patton couldn’t stop his mouth from dropping open slightly. He probably looked flabbergasted, gobsmacked, and all sorts of interesting words. But he couldn’t help it! Logan was so nice! And they were making eye contact and Logan’s eyes were such a nice shade of brown...

“Patton?” Logan said again.

Oh no. He really needed to stop that.

The only way to stop it, said the voice in the back of his head that sounded kind of like Virgil, was to confess.

Patton reached into his pocket and his hands grasped the bracelet he’d made Logan last year. Blue and navy threads in the most complicated knot Patton knew, looped around a few red beads. A More-than-Friendship bracelet. A gift.

“I...” Patton swallowed. “Logan?”

“Yes?”

“I have something for you?”

He didn’t mean for it to be a question, but his voice squeaked at the end. Well. Good enough.

Logan looked confused, probably because they’d gone from a heartfelt conversation to...this. “What is it?” he finally asked.

Patton steeled his nerves and held out the bracelet.

“Another friendship bracelet?” Logan laughed a little, and Patton knew he was projecting but it sounded like such a fond laugh. “Patton, I don’t think I have room left on my arms.”

“It’s...not exactly. A friendship bracelet.” Patton shifted. His hands were all sweaty and he just wanted to bury himself in the dirt. Why did he think this was a good idea?

“Then what is it?” Logan asked. Innocent. Completely unaware of the anguish Patton was experiencing.

It wasn’t too late. He could call it a co-counselor bracelet or a best-friends bracelet or a bracelet to ward off evil spirits. He could call it anything! He could still get out of this!

But some brave, foolish part of Patton remembered that he only had a month until he wouldn’t see Logan for a whole school year. Only a month to do this. Only a month.

“It’s a...it’s an I-like-you bracelet?”

Logan blinked. “A what?”

“An I-like-you bracelet.” Patton tried to smile. “‘Cause I...I like you? Romantically? I like-like you? I have for a while now, I guess? I thought I’d...I dunno, let you know?”

His voice kept squeaking. Patton decided he’d dug his hole deep enough and shut his mouth.

“You like me,” Logan repeated, expression unreadable.

“Yes,” Patton said, bracing for an explosion. Preparing himself for Logan to yell at him, reject him, say he was creepy and he didn’t want to be friends anymore. Trying not to hope. Trying not to let himself hope. Why did he ever think Logan would like him back? Why was he that naive? Right now, sitting in the sun, his dreams of holding hands and singing songs together seemed childish, foolish, and unreachable.

“Thank you,” Logan said, “for telling me.”

Patton still couldn’t get a read on Logan. His voice was blank and his face was more so. Usually Patton could tell what Logan was feeling, even though he tried to hide it, but now? Patton was lost.

“You’re welcome?” Patton asked. Squeaking again. He was just a little mouse, wasn’t he?

Logan opened his mouth, closed it again, and slipped his hand around Patton’s. Carefully, he lowered Patton’s hand to the bench. They sat that way for a second, Logan’s hand covering Patton’s, Patton’s clenched around the bracelet.

And somewhere, beneath the panic and the doubt and the resignation, something settled. This felt right, so right, like he’d slotted together two puzzle pieces and realized what the picture was supposed to be. He was sure his hand was sweaty and gross and of course it was really awkward because Logan hadn’t actually told Patton what he thought...but they were holding hands. Kinda sorta maybe holding hands.

Then Logan’s hand slipped off Patton’s and Logan was standing up, brushing off his shirt.

“I think,” he said slowly, “it’s best if we don’t talk for a while.”

Patton felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “What?”

“I’m sorry. I just think...I think it would be easier on us.” Logan cast him a sympathetic look. “I do appreciate you, Patton, as a friend. I hope you realize that.”

Oh.

A lump was growing in Patton’s throat. No. He wouldn’t cry. Not here, not now, not ever.

“Okay,” he forced out, trying to smile.

Logan gave him a final nod and walked towards the picnic tables, where Roman and Remus and Virgil were still playing cards. Logan slipped onto the bench and they passed him some cards without hesitation. He didn’t look back at Patton. Not once.

Patton? He curled up on the bench, tucked his head between his knees, and tried his best not to cry.

But his best was never good enough.

So he ended up crying into his cargo shorts, alone on a swinging bench in the summer sun.

Third session came, and for the first time ever, Patton wished the summer was over.

He loved Camp Chickadee. He did! He loved the campers and his fellow counselors and Thomas and the beautiful woods around them. He loved choosing activities and making friends and exploring the trails around camp. He loved baking treats and counting stars and singing his favorite camp songs. He’d been going to Camp Chickadee since he was four or five. It was his favorite place in the whole wide world.

And third session wasn’t even that bad! He investigated some FBI activity in the woods with Remus and got to be a secret agent! He hunted down Mothman with Virgil and sang songs in the Talent Show with Roman and even managed to get through a carving session with Janus. Janus and him didn’t really get along, but anyone was better than Logan.

Logan, who’d barely looked at him all session.

They were still co-counselors, of course. They still managed their ragtag group of kiddos together. But they never spoke to each other unless it was professional, and whenever they could, Logan avoided Patton altogether.

Patton hated it.

Logan was his best friend. They knew each other’s middle names and favorite colors and least-favorite colors and secretest dreams. They texted occasionally throughout the school year, but somehow Patton never grew tired of Logan or found someone else in his college. Somehow he always came back to Camp Chickadee and Logan’s laugh and a place he really belonged.

And yes, Patton had a crush. And yes, Logan didn’t have to reciprocate it. Friendship wasn’t a consolation prize! He would have been disappointed if Logan didn’t like him back, but as long as they could stay friends, it would have been okay.

This, though...this was isolation from the person he cared most about. This was Logan shutting him out. This was going cold turkey on one of Patton’s most precious friendships.

Patton spent a lot of time in the camp bathroom, trying to cry as quietly as possible.

He was pathetic, really. Like a little kid back in elementary school. He still kept that bracelet in his pocket. Every day he woke up and stared at the cabin ceiling and hoped against hope that Logan would decide that they could be friends again. Every day he said hello to Logan, hoping Logan would say hello back, hoping he would smile.

Logan always just nodded and turned away, and the knife inside Patton’s heart twisted a little deeper.

The campers didn’t seem to notice the difference. Patton was still full of dad jokes and sunshine, putting up a perfectly crafted facade. Logan was still an expert on all flora and fauna, able to spot a bird from a mile away. Patton still sang every camp song he knew. Logan still recited the elements from memory. They were still the same.

Just...they couldn’t work off each other anymore. Patton couldn’t make Logan laugh with his puns, Logan couldn’t remind Patton of the lyrics he forgot, they couldn’t build off a story together or make up a game together or comfort a kiddo together. Logan was smart and logical and calm, Patton was energetic and sunny and creative. When they worked together, they could do anything. When they didn’t, they were just two different people with different ideas and different lives.

The campers didn’t notice the difference, but Patton did.

And the other counselors did.

“Are you...good?” Virgil asked when he saw Patton curled up under a tree, staring at his feet.

“Yeah, of course!”

“What’s up between you and Specs?” Roman asked after a very awkward singalong where Logan and Patton ended up sitting next to each other.

“Nothing!”

“Is everything alright with you?” Thomas asked during a camp meeting, after Patton chose to work with Janus instead of Logan. “Did something happen?”

“Of course not!” Patton smiled.

“Really? Because--”

“We’re fine, Thomas,” Logan interrupted, voice cold. “Let’s move on.”

They moved on, but Patton got many concerned glances throughout the meeting. He tried his best to field them with smiles. Nobody seemed very convinced.

“Are you mad at Logan?” asked Mia, a seven-year-old with a butterfly t-shirt and a gap between her front teeth.

“No!” Patton insisted.

And that was the truth. As much as Patton wanted to be mad at Logan, as much as he wanted to be furious, he just wasn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to even be annoyed with Logan Crofters. Maybe that made him weak. Pathetic. Soft. But that was the truth. Patton didn’t like hating anyone, and hating Logan was simply impossible.

He busied himself with tents and hikes and tried not to think about everything too hard.

And soon it was the last week of the session. And Patton was dealing with his usual oh-no-the-summer-is-almost-over-I’ll-have-to-go-back-to-college-and-study-instead-of-picking-wildflowers-with-my-adorable-kiddos sadness, but he almost felt relief. He could go back to school now. He could hang out with his school friends and maybe get a new crush and not have to think about this anymore.

Still, he would miss Virgil and Remus and Roman and Thomas and maybe Janus. They started a group chat together, but it wasn’t the same. Roman had added Logan to the group chat. Logan had immediately left. He said he just didn’t like group chats, but Patton knew what it was really about.

The last day of Camp Chickadee, it rained. Poured, in fact. The kiddos dashed to their cars in yellow and red raincoats, giggling and shoving each other in the mud. The pine trees dipped, water sloughing off the branches and splashing on the paths. The drum-drum-drum on the lodge roof was interspersed with goodbyes and hugs and a few tears. Patton wished each of his kiddos the best of luck and tried not to cry too much.

Finally it was just the counselors, standing together in the chilly, damp Lodge, looking out at the rainy woods. The campfire was soaked, the swings dripping, the air fresh and tangy with the scent of rain.

“I should go,” Logan said, getting up from the chair in the corner.

“You sure?” Virgil looked disappointed. “Can’t you hang with us a little longer?”

“I have to pack for the move,” Logan said like that made sense. “Sorry.”

Roman frowned. “You’ll be back next year, right? I don’t care if you have to drive across the country, you’re coming back.”

Logan huffed and smiled. “I’ll see, Roman.”

“You’d better.” Roman paused and leaned forward, giving Logan a huge hug. “You’re the best, nerd.”

Logan patted Roman on the back. “I enjoy your company as well. Prep.”

“Hug time!” Remus leaped onto Logan’s back. Virgil crept around sideways and squeezed Logan’s waist, and even Janus gave Logan’s shoulder a squeeze. Thomas watched them with a smile. Patton watched them without a smile. What was happening?

Finally Logan extricated himself. Thomas reached out a hand and Logan shook it.

“We’ll miss you,” Thomas said. “You’ve been a great counselor.”

“Thanks,” Logan said, giving him a small smile. “I’ve loved it here.”

Thomas nodded. He looked like he was trying not to cry. Logan reached down and swung his backpack over his shoulders before walking out the door into the rain.

The other counselors watched him go.

“Um,” Patton whispered. “Guys?”

Virgil glanced over. “Yeah, Pat?”

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Virgil looked confused. “Hey, why didn’t you say goodbye to him? I know you guys are going through a rough spot, but I thought he’d want to see you before he left.”

“But we’ll see each other next summer,” Patton said. “Right?”

Virgil’s face fell. “You mean he didn’t tell you?”

All the counselors were looking at him with sympathy. Patton didn’t know what was happening. Was Logan leaving? Where was he going? Had Patton been so terrible that he drove off Logan for good?

“He’s moving away,” Roman said softly. “He finished college last semester and he’s moving to his new job.”

“What?” The room was spinning. “What--how long have you known?”

“He told us a couple weeks ago,” Thomas added, looking at Patton with concern. “I assumed you knew as well, you’ve always been so close--”

“I--” Patton shook his head, glancing at the open door. “I--I need to--”

“Pat?” Virgil asked.

Before he could stop himself, Patton bolted out the door and into the rain.

The water immediately drenched him. His curls stuck to his face, his clothes plastered to his skin, his glasses covered with droplets. Patton fumbled with them and stuck them in his pocket. The world was blurry now, but he could see the vague shape of the driveway. As he approached, it was clearer. Logan was tossing his backpack in the trunk of his car and slamming the door, walking around to the front.

“Logan!” Patton yelled, skidding over a patch of mud and coming to a stop.

Logan turned around. He was soaked as well, rain running down his cheeks. “Patton? What--”

“You’re leaving,” Patton said.

“Oh.” Logan nodded, looking sheepish. “Yes?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well...that is to say, I--” Logan ran his hands through his hair. “I didn’t want to make a huge fuss about it.”

“A fuss?” Patton repeated. “Lo, I’m never going to see you again!”

“I’m only moving,” Logan protested, “and I might be able to come back next year anyway--”

“That doesn’t matter!” Patton’s eyes were burning, and not because of the rain. “Y-you’re my friend and you’re l-leaving and I get that I messed up and made things weird and you h-hate me, and that’s okay! That’s okay! I g-get it! But I-I’ve liked you for th-three years! You’re my b-best friend and I c-care about you even if you d-don’t c-care about m-me--”

He was crying now. Damn it! Patton swiped viciously at his cheeks. At least the rain hid his tears.

“So please,” Patton said, staring at Logan, “please just let me have this, okay? P-please let me say goodbye.”

Logan’s mouth was open. “Patton, I--”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Patton leaned forward and hugged Logan quickly around the shoulders. “I-I just wanted to do that. So...yeah. Um. Good luck.”

He pulled away and turned back toward the Lodge, giving Logan a final wave. Then a hand caught his own. Patton looked down to see Logan’s hand curled in his.

“What--” Patton looked back. Logan looked about to cry. “Lo?”

“Three years?” Logan repeated. “Patton, I thought it was just a crush, I--”

“You don’t need to...” Patton tried to tug his hand out of Logan’s grip. “It’s fine, really--”

“And I turned you down,” Logan said softly. “Patton, I--I didn’t realize how much you cared--”

“You don’t have to pity me,” Patton said miserably. “I get it. I-I made things weird. It’s fine. We-we don’t have to see each other ever again if you don’t want to--”

“Patton, can I kiss you?”

Patton’s train of thought stuttered to a halt. “What?”

“I--” Logan’s eyes were wide. “I like you, Patton! I like you a lot but I was going to move and I knew I’d just be leading you on and it would never work out long-term and I probably should have just told you that instead of isolating myself from you but I’ve never been able to handle these sorts of icky complicated emotions and Patton, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize how much it would affect you and--”

Patton swallowed. He wanted to pinch himself, see if he was dreaming, but the cold rain on his face told him otherwise.

Logan was rambling now, waving his hands, apologizing over and over and promising Patton that it was okay if Patton didn’t forgive him but he did really like him and Patton was funny and amazing and wonderful and deserved the world and Patton was just standing there, his hand still in Logan’s, heart filling up with joy.

And when Logan reached a pause, Patton stood up on his tippy-toes and kissed Logan.

Logan made a little squeak of surprise. But his hands wrapped around Patton’s waist and he kissed back. His wet hair dripped down Patton’s face and their mouths kept slipping out of each other’s and it was messy and cold and Patton was still crying a little bit but Logan was holding onto Patton and Patton had one hand on Logan’s cheek and another tangled in his hair and despite the cold and the rain and the circumstances Patton could just stand here forever and that would be perfectly, absolutely fine.

Finally Logan pulled away for breath, leaning his forehead on Patton’s. Patton giggled a little when he saw Logan, glasses fogged up, hair askew.

“This won’t be easy,” Logan muttered, searching Patton’s eyes. “Long-distance relationships are more complex and less likely to be successful--”

“Lo.” Patton pressed a quick kiss to Logan’s nose. “I’m willing to try if you are.”

Logan breathed and smiled wider than Patton had ever seen him. “I’d like that.”

“Good.” Patton reached into his pocket and pulled out that same blue-and-red bracelet. “Um...then, Logan Crofters, do you take me to be your lawfully wedded boyfriend?”

Logan laughed against Patton’s nose. “I do.”

Patton slipped the bracelet over Logan’s hand. “Oh no, it’s loose!”

“That’s okay.” Logan took Patton’s hand and slipped it into his so the bracelet surrounded both their wrists. “More room for us.”

Patton giggled. “Now we’re stuck together, Lo,”

Logan pressed a kiss to Patton’s hand. “Good.”

Patton giggled even more, resting his head on Logan’s shoulder. He was probably blushing furiously, but he found that he didn’t care. “You’re such a softie.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

Patton smiled. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

And even though Logan had packing to do, they stood there for a long time, arms around each other, until the rain finally stopped and the sun peeked out from behind the clouds.

It was the end of the summer, but the beginning of something even more wonderful.

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kyndaris · 3 years

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Melting Pot

My second day at Byron Bay, unfortunately, also went by without a sighting of any celebrities. Even after I’d asked the staff at reception about the Hemsworth family and knew that they liked to frequent a frozen yoghurt place nearby. I suppose, though, that there were plenty of reasons for not being able to spy on Chris or Liam Hemsworth during my stay. First and foremost being the fact that my mother wanted to go sightseeing rather than celebrity stalking.

And so, reluctantly, I hopped into the car on Saturday and headed north. Our destination? Crystal Castle and Shambhala Gardens. A perfect place for gurus of all sorts and believers of the healing power of crystals. Now, I won’t say I’m a sceptic, since I actually wear a jade bracelet, but I’m basically a sceptic. It didn’t help that it also felt like the people running it had appropriated various religions and cultures and melded it into a hodgepodge of Asia.

Honestly, when we first entered, I felt like I was stepping into a Western interpretation of the Oriental. There were torii gates (Japanese Shinto) mixed in with statues of Buddha (Buddhism) and Ganesh (Hinduism). It felt weird, to be sure, and I was very uncomfortable during my time there. I was also disappointed that none of the staff there asked about my jade bracelet.

But I suppose if you sniff a few sticks of incense, channel your chakra and open up your third eye, it’s just spiritual guidance. Find your INNER PEACE. MEDITATION!

After taking plenty of photos with crystal lodes filled with quartz and amethysts, we finally decided to head back to Byron Bay for lunch.

Hearing a good review from a friend, my mother opted to have fish and chips at HunkyDory. Stuffed to the gills with fish and chips and salad and rice, I decided to walk back to the place we were staying while my mum drove. Along the way, I took in the sights and sounds of the local scene - feeling a little out of place because I’d basically been in Sydney all my life. Did they think us foreigners?

I even stopped at a local bookstore and browsed the shelves. There were plenty of books on offer and I was tempted to buy a few. A little self-restraint meant that I walked away empty-handed, though my heart was lightened looking at the titles held within. And if I had a choice of browsing a video game or book store, I’d definitely defer to books. So many worlds to explore. So many characters to embody and witness their lives.

A quiet afternoon soon followed, where I started on Bravely Default II. At five, my mother and I decided to set out and have a look at Main Beach. After coming all this way, it seemed a little inappropriate to have come all this way and NOT take a look at the beaches that make Australia such a treat for visitors. Even if I hate sand. Why? Because it’s coarse, rough, irritating and gets everywhere.

I’ll admit, it was nice to take in the ambiance. To soak in the fact that people were lazing out on the grass, listening to music and drinking a beer. The perfect Saturday to rest. Normalcy had returned after a frightful year of disease and my family were contributing, a little, to the revitalisation of the Australian economy.

While I would have preferred to continue gaming after dinner, my mother had other plans. Once again, I served as the chauffeur to drive her out to the lighthouse so she could see the full moon. I tried to steer her away, citing the heavy cloud cover and the fact that she would be barely be able to see anything. It was in vain. Adamant, just like her zodiac sign, she harangued me up the hill and I dropped her at the top so she could stare at a blood-red line that was quickly obscured.

The next day, we set out bright and early. Since we were so close to the border, we saw fit to visit Tweed Heads. To my surprise, it was a sizeable city, bustling with traffic. Considering how close it is to the Gold Coast, and by extension Brisbane, it made sense.

We stopped briefly at the visitors information centre, chatting with the two lovely ladies there. Eager to talk, they spoke about the border controls when Queensland had closed the border with New South Wales and how police had diverted residents and visitors through tight checkpoints. They were also kind enough to tell us of a few good places to take a gander at.

Following their advice, we took photos of the State Border Monument before we headed towards our next stop on our tour of northern New South Wales. Along the way, we detoured again to Queensland to witness a waterfall at Natural Bridge.

That done, we were on the road again, stopping briefly at a town called Casino, before we arrived at the place where we would be staying the night: the Jacaranda Capital Grafton.

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Starts frowning with me as bursting, when another tribe wants another breeding forth kids who got much character of both to disturb to make them an outcast as they are known, being monitored if can continue with or not as can be of detriment and of help in the future to the society more than their owns they know dude

Mobile money nay are convenient as u need no ready cash and rush not to the bank downtown as the withdrawal stores nearby even in the hamlets next to ya, and that's the convenient and hard to withdraw cash without the drawee knowing ya or having ya ID card, not the word convenience is sweet dude but still not all that convenient when u replace 1 sim card with 1 as just is inconvenience to the person helping ya with the same dude. It will be more convenient if the place booths with all security features as wireless camera at the card swiping center, gun and metal sensors and camera and even non touch temperature sensors as where the card swipe should be inside to take the temp of ya hands and when bent to do the same takes of ya 4head as a feature of face recognition must be applied or finger print to make you not escape dude and even when not withdrawing the camera and the detectors captures u so u r captured as the firm can have police drones to get ya and that machine under armored glass cover u cant break dude and that's the meaning of convenience dude as am told

On the machines all names of the mobile money operators per ward are written and u locate via the registered business names and even shops that take not only cash but u can buy via the mobile money platform directly, their names 4 the business or codes given with their ID numbers to select to send money at those a/c with the machine or via ya phone or computer b4 returning to them with ya original ID 4 confirmation to withdraw cash as get ya cash and can have the sensors as above to confirm ya case even more or get the goods/services u have purchased bro as in the link below

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Cabbage in hay, on slab of factory house, step on ground nut husk with it, within circular disc round hole in the middle on welding plates or container gotten out part of steel or on carpet and try standing in all last resting floor of all boom process mentioned above 4 wider results b4 u chop ripe paw paw and raw kale with its cooked soup counterpart on board soaked in pineapple juice in mud and even in cereals, grass as u cant try with individual test personally 4 more roughly outcome dude as in the link below 4 ya city or area code and as well try in all boom surfaces name on the following of this tumblr a/c

https://www.amazon.com/Vehicle-GPS-Units-Navigation/b?ie=UTF8&node=559938

Or take the photo even 4 drone as google or on CD or banner and place close to 1 heap, like in the link below close to like kale after folding into 2 halves or into a triangle as the end folders meet in the middle and 4 some anywhere as u try and place the meeting points looking up or into a corner looking up on slab b4 u step on like hay within made hole on groundnut husk on grass sand land placing the name of ya area code in the middle of the two steps layers or just the whole map with made hole b4 chopping like hay on wood soaked on paraffin with mango juice with ripe seed on and try with all juices of ripe seeds and veggies or berries and gate ya drone or Bracelet software 4 ya city dude

https://www.scramsystems.com/monitoring/scram-gps/

Saying 1 is sleeping with women left right or harassing kids, which if not under camera can be heresy yet people planing the same funds to be truth to hinder ya steps. U now got the GPS bracelet trackers 4 wrist and ankle, place on every women or man or kid, either from outside or shift within bones and glue with plasticine esp those with thermostat that needs n battery 4 recharging and monitor using the GPS the point of accident at that time as it records and should be on internet 4 every citizen lets say from 5 years to sell such or create market 4 the same, instead of priding people they see things on the eye and not only that people transfigure into others and even snakes, b4 doing the same u rush and confirm such case was not registered and deemed to be killed. Kill snake dude and even impregnating women as on the radar it signals they were close at the same longitude/latitude and not brothers or men and if two men of same family either relaxing or in a crime if at night and even removable with elastic hard clothe like 1, if u remove its know and u gotten as at bathing time u alerted the authorities at what time u shower they know u have removed them and even viewable to the public under net provided they know ya identity, if such software not out, talk to those firms to make 4 ya cite area or country as u zoom out every code u want and in, instead of being in beef with them dude

I was just pretending i love women, as it goes well with me in all my undertakings as with the cyber and my daily business, as people became lenient to ya, as i avoid much words with them and move on but now its to much as if u dont get with them the spoil the same as written above. So women we got the above as u say i can kill 1 or hurt one, will be known and me arrested and if hurting one, u see what they want to harm u with and we got the metabolic sensors even now on phones to detect the same to leave me all alone as what do u want, to eat me that if u eat me u write good or talk, and the question is who did i eat to talk like u want to with eating corpse, exhume dude or follow what am doing with my daily lives, get to the USA or EU and get friends in the jail to instruct ya or some zones if u stay u be like me if u wanna be just ask me not building ya won dude. They do all the shit, now the truth but heaping on u so u get pissed off and commit something bad as murder to leave the world cause they see ya as an end to their ordinance and control telling other nations how machines giving the pride made and with killing them or them others we got the radars as above they fear and relent to start drawing back dude or slight disturbance which u know not when it will end rather the hard 1 at 1st when they knew u cant be a head of them. When i got cash they bring kids, excusable but when i have no cash do not bring ya kids to me, period, i got no cash take them to their hooligan fathers we know not but we guess dude and me cant take care of ya kids as u keep on monitoring and the party sending the monies when i have told them the same not to send they ought to stop as they liaise with hooligans to want to ambush me to take the ID with police to impersonate to withdraw the very cash to share and even Russians, u see them combing hair towards the back meaning they will not relent seeing ya with money lest attacked dude

My ID no Kevin Nelson Omondi, ID no is 26540140, all my Equity kenya and Coop bank closed so any food, chemical, clothe, cars, aeroplane and millitary which has been opened as a result of all my readings as in all the following of tumblr sirjustice4 a/c should desist in doing the same and if still active, they are rude and 1 wants to have my identity to do the same as abobe dude and even with China not listening, once i gave the all as above and made much, they ought to have gotten the Hindu out, so have the respect to stop the white bad thing not joining thinking they have killed the 1 who told them so, only to find out as they were told even more made public to make them baffled to insight youths to buy not made in other nations stuff as utensil but from them, which if u do goes well with u with the authorities as they have bride them dude. Ziba uffa instead of njenga ukuta as swahili word comes handy to warn us with the Chinese as they are playing the same tune or music.

Much tumblr a/c of sirjustice4 aint all my followings some created on the drone up or opened, so as i have signalled ya all my banks closed as i have mentioned earlier, so expect no cash from the same unless banks locate one of same name and maintain the identity dude to leave me all alone, Got me Mr Gay. Some 1 can even open and metion another name of another kevin Nick omondi where N is abbreviated to withdraw when figure prints not confirmed as with a dubious nation, so bank people be warned dude. Kenya still poor lest u know how to make all u imports and save your country foreign exchange and attract a wide tourist influx as if not warned by a neighboring states affects even their tourist inflow as countries nest to Ivory coast u want to get not or Nigeria as birds of the same feathers flock together same with Mexico and Canada not warning USA and with German and Russian or Uk NEIGHBORS with Hindu thing when they happened to move out and even in Asia Hindu Neighboring state should warn the of the same lest affecting their future tourism and even with SA and Tanzania neighbors ought to tell them the same bad thing they are doing to change dude, to quiet or a gimmick to do exactly what am saying up above

I have cleaned my hands, when cant stop or twart my business dealings, women u will not see me with u lest u make me go to another lands of another color so am not wanted to be all alone, good of where u aint wanted but u got food and shelter as with USA. They are enjoying and can take them to hell dude. If u eat Mtura directs ya where good than another place and what if done its more superb, like ksm good than Nairobi even to the poor and u would rather live in KSM than NY if got minimal job if it got good toilets which they want not to place cause good it will be as u save much and movement easy as compared to NY and grave exhumation much the other side and even with getting to jail

U can even buy kid metal detectors and on the blinking lights if detected step up with transformers and if still strong like a meter place in a pipe 1 meter with the detector mouth at the end, while the other opened end still next to the water tap where u reach out any metallic surface to open ya tap as in the links below

https://www.google.com/search?q=toy+metal+detectors&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiOs9vhxc_tAhWL34UKHY56AE4Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=toy+metal+detectors&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzIECAAQGDIECAAQGDoFCAAQsQM6AggAOgQIIxAnOgQIABBDOgYIABAIEB5Qw5qkAViKxaQBYJfSpAFoAHAAeACAAdQEiAGwKZIBCjItMTUuMy4wLjGYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZ8ABAQ&sclient=img&ei=mnDYX47-M4u_lwSO9YHwBA&bih=573&biw=1000&client=firefox-b-e

With me a m weak sexually and if u hear am strong, is just copy pasted text from other texts within Instagram private message i got send to another one or within my left to ya pas-code, stop abusing me with that if like i have learnt ya language good to use it against ya women which they tell u am good and will denounce ya if u harm me to get pissed off and rather resort to the above to monitor me if i can take care of ya kids which am not in a position to do as we were playing poker card and a victor must be out which if not, like in a game it is stopped to evade wars or conflicts as i am looking 4 asylum from a small country not big one as big 1 they might think i want to transverse and be happy and now that we got the bracelet thing as above no hoot but to leave me all alone dude

And like tumblr should open an office or online 1 u send your details if more courtesy of the 1st 1, so they above scheme as above rectified or with any social media. Dont proclaim 1 got like covid yet we got testing gadgets handy Mr white man, i want not return to ya nation 2 ya women, u see no way i can talk to ya, lest am harassed, stop dude and with aids yet what u claim 1 have other have and died but with u not confirmed case meaning u take 1 not 4 a kid but an animal like cow watched if slaughtered his meat sweet and the same thing inducted to me. We want authorities to have no job to get bored and not being in groups in pick up, they like, but personally in motor bikes or their cars as those taking drugs bracelets placed to monitor them. Very bad is police officers poking people aliasing with criminals next thing wants to arrest ya if u block what they were eying dude. In pretense but want ya land but now they cant as u got the radar things as well as them to want them return to me, to sweet talk me or into a deal but 2 late as my tumblr postings on istagram to every nation making the same as them and with gays now turns to my property i live in and if 1 can give me money directly or hurl via my window, i move out, locate a cheap house and pay like 2 years rent b4 i come again to my previous house if not got much money to buy like 1 BR room to dwell in where no 1 can claim and rich and share with him or bring my kids as stated above. No matter how much i explain the same, the next day they still do the above, no relenting. What i hate is 1 i blocked trying to monitor me or be a head and young and timid but knows nothing, a day time thief and a fool only dwelling in lies they have made to keep him on me as above as lame excuse dude

With the mobile money armored glass booth got digital temp sensors and govt taken 4 every 1, so if captures and the machine destroyed we go back to the books and find all those who were there of the same celcious dude if u have no bracelet dude, not false as currently used as of different companies but with the booth of 1 company. And even the commuter service given number displayed digitally on the van or cab within taxi name on the booth platform to send money to their account with a receipt confirmation if u board u give the driver to confirm ya case as even indicate empty seat via a digital sensor on the seat itself or up above to detect if a person is seating on the seat or not to place ya booking and even on ya phone or computer. What cant de done if Nigeria have made digital voting machine to replace the current lofty paper one, then having the same any country can make such and even more and on top of the van got number of that vehicle and the street of operation as in the link below dude

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+seattle+commuter+bus&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwifs7mP1M_tAhWzgHMKHQFtBy8Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=images+of+seattle+commuter+bus&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoFCAAQsQM6AggAOgQIIxAnOgQIABBDOggIABCxAxCDAToHCAAQsQMQQzoGCAAQCBAeOgQIABAYOgQIABAeUKrTHlj-iB9gi44faABwAHgAgAH1AogBoT6SAQYyLTI0LjaYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZ8ABAQ&sclient=img&ei=qH_YX5-_NLOBzgOB2p34Ag&bih=573&biw=1000&client=firefox-b-e

Something that u think u r superior that u know the mind of criminal keep to yaself dude, Mr Hindu, stop bro, we got the above sensors and jail only if u do the same on 1 past, u bring forth, u make them weak, leave that and build ya nation dude, u r antagonizing people now in a nation now that they know the Minneapolis truth and rich man and Lazarus thing bro and all the biblical truths as above and church offering will be made online as the machine can make u hide your identity as private dude, so not known 4 worship as u give much or 4 victimization u give less or non. Serious bro

They wanted to give people Aids via place infected blood sample on small capsule on corpse b4 the transfer to ya, making u sleep with prostitutes to claim it burst cause people saw u doing the same so infected to sell other govt procurement of Hiv/Aids related drugs or roll the rosted on tiny holed iron mesh okwaju/tamarind seed to treat the same, so know to refute theme even the police amused of nothing to do and even dignitaries as in the links below, wanted much population to do the same but long dead dude

https://www.lfatabletpresses.com/articles/soft-hard-gelatin-capsules

https://www.sciencemag.org/news/2019/02/pills-armed-tiny-needles-could-inject-insulin-other-important-meds-directly-stomach

And with Kikuyu, luo like they wanted another war and even if no developments after the white have defeated some Africans at that time who had known how to make machines, they give the procedures as above to snake transfiguring to people the same to make later as theirs personally but many nations had known the same and when whisper put on siren then on drones and with sensors to detect snakes and opened killed those snake a thing The Eu wanted to do when Africans after long have 4gotten the same as above and come again to colonize them destroy genes now cause they need not another knowledge that can come out with a new fuel thing as above when oil deposits finished as the main fear or making other spheres rich than them and they want them poor as Venezuela and Middle east to rule them, a thing that made them colonize Africa cause it was their worry and if not so as above, Africa got sun to charge the battery of E-machine or stima but they did not know how to make the same until Kebi told Germany and point blank as we see in the following tumblr a/c

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sirjustice1201 · 3 years

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U fuck each other leave me all alone bro, tombaneni

https://zdtech.en.made-in-china.com/product/DCxmYlivANkw/China-Buy-and-Sell-2-Way-Kiosk-with-Software-Digital-Cryptocurrency-Bitcoin-ATM.html

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Smart-library-automatic-borrow-and-return_60840144193.html

https://www.bloomberg.com/businessweek

https://www.alamy.com/moscow-russia-circa-july-2018-self-ordering-kiosks-at-kfc-restaurant-in-sheremetyevo-international-airport-image229558647.html

https://m.made-in-china.com/product/Foreign-to-Local-1-Way-Currency-Exchange-Machine-775864642.html

https://www.amazon.com/Vehicle-GPS-Units-Navigation/b?ie=UTF8&node=559938

https://www.scramsystems.com/monitoring/scram-gps/

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sirjustice1200 · 3 years

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Open offices

https://zdtech.en.made-in-china.com/product/DCxmYlivANkw/China-Buy-and-Sell-2-Way-Kiosk-with-Software-Digital-Cryptocurrency-Bitcoin-ATM.html

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Smart-library-automatic-borrow-and-return_60840144193.html

https://www.bloomberg.com/businessweek

https://www.alamy.com/moscow-russia-circa-july-2018-self-ordering-kiosks-at-kfc-restaurant-in-sheremetyevo-international-airport-image229558647.html

https://m.made-in-china.com/product/Foreign-to-Local-1-Way-Currency-Exchange-Machine-775864642.html

https://www.amazon.com/Vehicle-GPS-Units-Navigation/b?ie=UTF8&node=559938

https://www.scramsystems.com/monitoring/scram-gps/

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sirjustice1199 · 3 years

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Some basic facts

https://zdtech.en.made-in-china.com/product/DCxmYlivANkw/China-Buy-and-Sell-2-Way-Kiosk-with-Software-Digital-Cryptocurrency-Bitcoin-ATM.html

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Smart-library-automatic-borrow-and-return_60840144193.html

https://www.bloomberg.com/businessweek

https://www.alamy.com/moscow-russia-circa-july-2018-self-ordering-kiosks-at-kfc-restaurant-in-sheremetyevo-international-airport-image229558647.html

https://m.made-in-china.com/product/Foreign-to-Local-1-Way-Currency-Exchange-Machine-775864642.html

https://www.amazon.com/Vehicle-GPS-Units-Navigation/b?ie=UTF8&node=559938

https://www.scramsystems.com/monitoring/scram-gps/

A round and circular hole made on the to be stepped upon on the boom

Universal remote with thermostat, when u place white guava in charcoal fumes add iced cabbage with car acid, b4 u step on pumpkin leave on round hole made with ya hands on hay leaves and as well another hole on white plastic to rest on book paper with many oil traces down the ground grass with cabbage and sand and the u chop guava on board soaked on hay and on cold sewer water and boom ya remote bro and even wrist watches can have thermostat dude and even computer mouse

Rectangular perfect remote kills you faster or reduce ya life span if glued to the TV and even square or thin in the middle, best remote is the one of shape in the link below tilted upwards at the tip and slim within the middle as reduces ya life span not that much dude and serious bro when mixed with alcohol and cigarette or other drugs that's why many told to be off TV. Take a look at all of them and one which u see a casket shift fast to ya side like in the nearby sidewall of the house or road kills ya 1st and opt 4 the least dude. Maybe u got what many got and it should be the reverse and the vice versa of the former.

https://www.shoppingsquare.com.au/product.php?id=276293&str=6in1_Premium_LCD_Touch_Screen_Universal_Remote_Control&PHPSESSID=410jjgbgk7dvpev659c5okkro7

https://www.amazon.co.uk/SLX-Remote-Control-touchscreen-different/dp/B00DBC2LR4

https://www.google.com/search?q=universal%20remote%20with%20screen%20images&tbm=isch&tbs=rimg:Car4Ookisg6zYUubDuCcTBnj&client=firefox-b-e&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CCAQuIIBahcKEwiQ99bRlM3tAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQAg&biw=979&bih=598

Digital smartphone compass app in the link below, download it for ya smartphone today

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.vincentlee.compass&hl=en&gl=US

https://medium.com/@satyansht/7-best-compass-apps-for-android-f59fcd9405ee

https://www.androidauthority.com/best-compass-apps-android-2-954789/

GPS Bracelets can now be made tiny into a finger ring dude as in the links below and covid detector rings

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/new-design-silicone-gps-ankle-bracelet_60107415571.html

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Beautiful-Design-Saudi-Arabia-White-Gold_60648164684.html

https://www.cnet.com/news/nba-players-could-wear-a-smart-ring-to-track-covid-19-symptoms-as-season-resumes-at-disney-world/

Water generator made when hay placed in paw paw heap and kale as well, then step on hay within hole made on 2, floor tile and book tile and iron roof below but book paper on top, the the down layer without circular hole plastic floor carpet b4 u step on passion fruit and pineapple peel on that hole, environment is roadside ditches with made brown stone b4 chopping hay on wood board soaked on euphorbia white juice on ya hand or with body blood on stone tablet or mud either squatted, sited or with bent back looking not back but sideways parallel to the roadside ditch as u can try with much position until it comes out but in moonlight or under dim bulb light bro

With making anything tubal as with fries, smokies, bricks, timber, knives, cucumber, kojets or carrots, place them in the close method in a straight manner either single or in a group in a container bag or paper or polythene b4 the boom process and with anything must be well arranged in an uniform or same manner/pattern dude and even sometimes the close head not in an uniform pattern dude

The insert metal method of building houses, the stone can be made big to fit like quarter or half the 1 house side or any to redeem time and use less side bars or rod and make it beautiful as withe the partitions of this flyover road intersection dude and such as well can be made in the boom process dude

https://vickiscuri.blog/2019/11/04/progress-update-east-kellogg-in-wichita-ks/

Images of rough walled stone/brick houses in the link below, good from within and not all that good in outer appearance pissing off some girl but they know not the reality as staying in next to a painted green rough cast adds u longevity and body youngness same to the former but don't be in the always, it gives ya a somber mood

https://www.westform.com/products/residential/prolok-12-and-16

https://www.alamy.com/stock-photo/natural-stone-houses.html

To Russians leave me all alone, control ya own spouse and cattle, u see am all alone and when defeated ya in what u produce as military, oil and gas, u insight the locals on me. See how many nations have made strand on the same, take your poverty away as what u produce can be made artificially or outsourced from other nations producing the same. Take ya poverty and gay all away, thought the fall on airplane way was the only, doing it as if there is no another option, u silly and stupid, go away as in the link below can be made both in the boom process to upset u cause u did the same but writing in books are of mines, u liar and stupid braggart. Liaising with the oppressor, bad 1, instead of warning him and when it dawns on u goodies they aint a shamed to follow ya, go away with that your big do nothing land now

Buy GPS TRACKERS in the links below dude

https://www.alibaba.com/premium/Navigation+.html?src=sem_ggl&mark=drm0611&tagId=v2_34_4872&product_id=60238436844&pcate=340404&cid=340404&ali_creative_id=3c12fe4fcd295670ba7e5127b64c5bb5&ali_image_material_id=6350418e1b798e172979c992cedb5fe6&src=sem_ggl&cmpgn=11028105516&adgrp=109535583738&fditm=&tgt=aud-806308081856&locintrst=&locphyscl=9063091&mtchtyp=&ntwrk=d&device=c&dvcmdl=&creative=461534734529&plcmnt=www.worldstopexports.com&plcmntcat=boomuserlist%3A%3A833062058&p1=&p2=&aceid=&position=none&gclid=CjwKCAiAt9z-BRBCEiwA_bWv-InJ0WShtVTPKHVc1sMugsxNoHc6YoaqaF7KC0ujQ-CQhbqVsVpPtBoC8VEQAvD_BwE

PS4 Pad with thermostat made when guava placed in cabbage and add sorghum millet porridge in roadside ditch or metallic/plastic containers inside soil, then step on hay within cut plastic and iron sheet on polythene bag with flower traces b4 u chop shoe polish both black and brown on wood soaked in pineapple and in planted grass juice but in the dark dude

Torch with thermostat, made when cabbage placed in guava add porridge as above, in hang on a post container or diagonally cut truck container as above in dim bulb light or moon light, b4 u step on paw paw within cut book paper and floor tile on welding plate and then chop clothe and coffee berries on wood in mud or wood soaked in milk with body shampoo as u can mix many types es of cocoa butter and boom ya torch bro

Illuminate on light padlocks as it has solar panel, when guava placed on hay add kale with cooked beef, in same ditches as above or side hole of the factory basement, b4 u step on hay on made circular hole on cabbage peel and brown boxes soaked in many juices like cold orange soda resting on bruised floor with mango inner seed as well in the hole b4 chopping paw paw and cabbage on mud alongside steel bars or steel wool and boom ya lock bro as u can use ya phone to illuminate such or bring close to light dude

Motor bike or bike fingerprint lock in the link below

https://pushevs.com/product/fingerprint-lock/

Switch ya bulbs or electric gadgets if u got WIFI or bluebottle repeater from ya house or business premises on both ends using ya phone like 5 miles away enabling ya to use installed 1 from 1 point not having to install 2 for both business and ya house dude and start ya computer or bike or any electronic via a fingerprint

https://www.yoswit.com/pages/press-release-2016112401.html

https://www.edn.com/teardown-smart-switch-provides-bluetooth-power-control/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=e8omKVcB00A

https://android.gadgethacks.com/how-to/use-your-phones-fingerprint-scanner-unlock-your-windows-pc-0192636/

https://www.amazon.com/JSLING-Multiple-Control-Controlled-Bluetooth/dp/B08BZKW43K

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Smart-touch-control-light-switches-for_60249580810.html

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/electric-fingerprint-switch-250v-rocker-switch_60611879942.html

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/F22-the-most-popular-and-latest_62258525123.html

https://imall.com/product/MLT200-USB-Replaceable-Coil-Rechargeable-Electric-Lighter-With-Custom-LED-Screen-Displayer-For-Cigarette-Smokers/Home-Kitchen/alibaba.com/62188606358/569-293384/en

And buy as well remote controlled door locks as in the link below as know the wifi padlocks even the reader works 4 them, when ya child reaches the door and no intruder around, open the door to her/him via a notice response as u have notified him/her as well as start your car via a remote or smartphone app and connect ya ps4 to a phone

https://www.ubergizmo.com/2005/09/wireless-remote-control-pad-lock/

https://www.aliexpress.com/item/732940241.html

https://newatlas.com/keto-smartphone-car-key/61129/

https://www.iot-now.com/2013/09/19/15155-open-and-start-your-car-with-an-android-or-ios-smartphone-app-and-blueid-enabled-m2m-devices/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mto6-akGxws

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=kyPnhzYtNQc

https://www.aliexpress.com/i/4000941710599.html

Light illuminated ps4 playing pod how made, when cabbage placed in hay then add passion with lemon, in plastic containers in grass sand/soil land, b4 u step on avocado on book paper and hay made round hole on grass with cassava palettes and again b4 chopping kale and guava seed on wood soaked on sewer water and much urine of every animal around including many people and boom ya gadget dude

Kebi wants to be the 1st person to be ferried via the drone hurling the casket and his grave having the digital screen to make history as he gives a big smile of that, what about you dude like Mr & mrs Ombamas, what do u want to be worth remember off, or just ya poverty down the Chicago streets shown on TV, be pro active and be remembered widely dude.

Now they know, the Nigerian blooded all they got other nations got, still playing sidelinement so u get to them to ask them of that situation to feel important just as with the Russians above. We want your women not but can be good prostitutes, tinting ya name slightly in ya absentia. style up dude

Control ya kid or ya watch via wifi on ya smartphone and as well can use the repeaters dude as in the links below to track

https://www.amazon.com/Wifi-Smart-Watch/s?k=Wifi+Smart+Watch

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kin-the-muffin · 4 years

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Growing into a Mask: Ch 2

(FINALLY)

I walked into the classroom from where I had been waiting awkwardly in the hall for Toriel to begin heralding my arrival at Ebott.

It was a pretty normal high school class. There was a large group of boys and girls texting busily on their phones, a slightly smaller body of muscular teens pretending to be interested, and the remainder was split between other, smaller cliques. The part that made it ‘pretty’ normal instead of ‘normal’ normal, was that a third of the students were monsters.

After standing at the front of the room for a few seconds, I noticed almost everyone did a double-take. The entire class was absolutely gaping at me. I began to sweat and silently prayed Toriel wouldn’t suggest they ask me questions.

I cleared my throat and squeaked out “Um, hi, you can call me Corey.” and smiled weakly. I groaned inwardly and wished I had decided on a different name instead of sticking with my given name.

A girl in the second row looked like she was about to slam her head on her desk and a quartet of rough-looking teens in the back quietly chuckled and glanced at each other.

“Alright, Corey, you’ll be sitting there for the year,” Toriel pointed to the seat to the left of the girl I had noticed.

I nodded and walked past the first row to sit at my new seat. I tried not to pay heed to the fact that everyone’s eyes were still on me.

The girl turned to me and said “Hey, Corey, I’m Li Feign Chi, but you can call me Feign,” with a pleasant smile, “and this is Fuku,” she gestured to the fire monster in front of her who waved at me.

[Li Feign Chi is a girl with a clear love for bright colors but an obvious lack of knowledge when it came to fashion. She almost made up for this with her spirit and great figure. Her hair was split into three sections. The sides and the top, which was pulled back into a loose bun. The top was dyed the primary colors in three stripes. Both sides were dyed, from front to back: purple, green, and orange. She wore a baggy blue t-shirt with a pink heart on the left side, a short, light green skirt with green stripes, and torn tights that were a sparkly silver. The only colorless parts on her person were her pale skin, her slanted light pink eyes, and her brown combat boots. Surprisingly, the most eye-catching items were her bright magenta fingerless gloves and silver-and-gold bangle bracelets.]

“Um, hello,” I wondered for a moment if she was an immigrant due to her slight accent. I guessed somewhere in Asia because of her pale skin and the shape of her eyes.

I guess Toriel noticed the short interaction and said to Feign, “Feign, would you be Corey’s first friend? Maybe show her around Ebott High and teach her how things work?”

I thought I caught Feign looking almost exasperated for a second. Oh, please don’t tell me she’s one of those girls. It might’ve been my imagination because she smiled brightly and replied, “I’d be glad to, Ms. Toriel!”

Suddenly, the bell rang and the class snapped out of the trance I had accidentally put them in and began putting their things together. They chatted with friends while inconspicuously sneaking extra glances at me. A few teens who had been getting ready to leave ahead of time waved to friends and bolted out of the door.

Before I left, Feign stopped me and asked if I could stay a little longer. After I replied in the affirmative, she walked up to Toriel and started talking to her.

I stood awkwardly by my desk, wondering if I should have said no. I was playing with my phone in the front pocket of my hoodie and had just pulled it out to play some Minecraft when Feign walked back over to me. By now, the class was empty, even Toriel had left.

“So, Corey, here at Ebott High School, we have a group of students--a club, if you will--called the ‘Ebott Buddies’. They show around new students and be a friend to them. I’m one of the only students in it, though technically the student council is supposed to take care of it but anyways!” Feign mumbled the last part with some contention, “I, Feign, am now your official ‘Ebott Buddy’!”

I just stared for a second. “...Do you have to do that or is it your choice?”

“This’ll sound like I’m lying, but I promise, it’s ‘protocol’.”

“That’s pretty, um, different. So why did you ask me to stay?”

“Oh, right! Would you like me to get all the boring stuff of showing you around over now?”

“Um, you really don’t have to do that. Won’t your family be worried?” I stumbled slightly over my words at the kind offer.

“As long as I call, my sister will be okay with it.”

“W-what about your parents?”

Feign sighed, “I guess I should just tell you now to save future time. I...am an immigrant!” she accompanied her revelation with jazz hands, “My parents are still in Japan and I live with my older sister here.”

“Oh, I was wondering about the accent…”

“Yeah, I just can’t get it to go away. I still rock at English though!” Feign winked comically.

I smiled at that, Maybe I was thinking of her the wrong way… “Well, as long as we both call home, then sure, thanks!”

“Speaking of, where do you call home? I live down by the pool on 17th.”

I panicked for a second, nervous one of the answers running through my head would leap out without my consent before I realized that she meant my current home.

“Um, do you know the skeleton brothers? Sans and Papyrus Font?”

“Yeah, everyone knows them. I don’t know them very well of course, but Sans sometimes helps me with science and stuff. Are you related to them?”

“Well-” I held up a finger but stopped, “I...I don’t know how to answer that…”

“Alright then. What about your parents? Wait, are they dead?” a horrified look crossed her face and I couldn’t tell if she was acting, “I hope they’re not dead… I would feel like such a muffin-head if they were!” Feign covered her face with her hands.

“No! No! They’re not dead! They are very much alive, I promise!” I hurried after her dark query.

“Oh, thank goodness!” she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug, “I’m glad I’m not a muffin-head, heh, heh,” then she released me from her grasp. “Sorry about that.”

“I-it’s okay, Feign. I- um- there was a… a situation between them and so they sent me here. To live with the Font brothers. For a little while.”

“Oh, okay then. How long are you gonna stay?”

“I don’t know… a few years or so?”

“Oh, cool! We’ll have lots of time to hang out!”

We continued talking until Feign pointed out that she should actually show me the school. So we both called home and quickly explained why we weren’t back then Feign began the tour.

We didn’t mean for it to take so long, we really didn’t, but we talked and got distracted plenty. Eventually, my unease towards Feign faded away as I learned more about her.

Turns out, she had never seen a firework until she had come to live here a few years ago. I found this surprising for an Asian. And since then, she had basically become a demolitions expert at age 17.

“Every morning, my sister, Megan, has to make sure I don’t bring a vial of gunpowder of firecrackers to school,” she had laughed, “but she doesn’t know about a secret pocket I put in the other day, so let’s just say her efforts are futile.” she winked.

Once she had finished the tour, she told a teacher who was staying late that we were going. We then headed for the exit.

While walking, Feign sparked a new topic I was wary of.

“Hey, um, I know this is sometimes considered a bit rude to ask but…” for the first time since I had met her, Feign looked unsure of herself.

“I’ll try not to be offended. Ask away.”

“...Can I see your magic?” she quickly covered her mouth as if she had just spilled a huge secret.

“Oh! Um, my magic is kinda unreliable, but I guess I can show you some,” I put my fingers together. “Uh, this will look kinda freaky sooooooo, yeah. Just a warning.” I brought my hands about a foot away from each other and Feign gasped as blue strings had appeared and attached to my fingers. I grinned at her reaction as I twisted my fingers and adjusted where the strings were stuck. After fiddling with them for a few moments, I held up my hands to reveal an intricate pattern in the web.

I looked up at Feign to see how she responded. Her face was mostly filled with wonder though there was definitely another emotion I couldn’t put my finger on.

“Whoa. That’s so cool but, yeah, kinda freaky,” she scratched her face, “What do they do and what are they called?”

“I can sorta control them, to an extent,” all but one string disintegrated. I held up the finger the string was attached to and the thread wiggled as it stood on its end. “And, uh…they can…take people’s...souls…” I immediately regretted sparing that part. The last string disappeared.

“That… IS FREAKING COOL!!! How?”

I blinked at her feedback, “Oh, well, first I use blue magic to pull it out, then I, uh, just. Take it? I don’t know, I’ve never done it before… And I just call them Soul Strings.”

“That’s amazing! It’s so cool that you have blue magic, though I guess it’s customary for skeletons! Can I see your bone attacks?” Feign gasped and her eyes widened, “Wait, do you have blasters?!”

I swear, if this were an anime, her eyes would be sparkling!

“Uh, thanks! No, I don’t have bone attacks or blasters…” I could feel my face warming up from the praise.

“Oh, okay. The Soul Strings are cool enough. Alright, your turn!” she looked at me expectantly, almost like a puppy.

“M-my turn for what?”

“I just asked you an invasive question, now you ask me one!”

If she were Lesser Dog, she’d be through the roof, I almost laughed aloud at this thought.

“I mean, are you sure?”

“Definitely.”

“Um, alright then.” I thought for a moment trying to think of something that would still respect her privacy, “Uh, what trait are you?”

“Pfft, that’s boring but fine. I am a…Trust soul!” Feign did jazz hands again.

I thought through the seven traits. “A-a Trust soul? But there’s no such thing! There’s just Determination, Justice, and Patience and stuff.” Ink said this was a normal Pacifist Timeline, just straight Undertale!

“Oh, no, those are just the big ones. There are more between them. My soul is sort of a blueish-purple.” Feign put her hands to her chest and when she pulled them away, they were cupped around a floating indigo heart.

Ink, you crap-hole of a liar.

After I gave Feign a satisfactory ‘whoa’ she closed her hands and the heart disappeared in a flash of blue sparks.

#GIAM #Undertale AU #Undertale fanfic #growing into a mask #sry i took so long #i had it sitting on my desk for the longest time #all i had to do was turn it into text

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jacobseedvaas35 · 5 years

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Birthday Girl

So today is my birthday and I thought about a fluff story about Jacob Seed surprising the Deputy on her birthday..

Word Count: 1532

October 8th, the day of Deputy Asia's birthday. 25 years of her life just gone in a flash but there was still so many years left in her. Today was her 25th birthday and she couldn't wait to celebrate it with her friends. But when she arrived in Fall's End, no one was around. She walked into the bar and saw that nobody was around, not even Mary May or the chef in the kitchen.

"What the heck is going on?" She looked around, worried that something was wrong. She walked next to the bar counter and found a note. She picked it up and read what was written on it.

"Hey chicka

I know we promised you that we will have a few drinks this arvo but somethings come up. I've got a few things to "burn baby burn". We will catch up in the evening instead.. see you tonight

Sharky Boshaw"

“Typical Sharky" Rook said and left the bar.

"Sir, we found this guy burning a few of our angels" one of the peggies said, dragging the guy towards Jacob Seed.

When Jacob turned around and saw who it was, he gave a loud sigh. "Sharky Boshaw! You just never learn".

"Hey, burning things are in my blood. What can I say" Sharky shrugged his shoulders.

"Throw him in one of the cages. Not in the mood to deal with this tool today" Jacob ordered his men.

"Wow. Wait a minute. Can I get released tonight?" Sharky yelled out to Jacob.

"No" Jacob replied back, walking behind him and the Peggies.

"Come on dude. I have a a birthday to celebrate tonight. Rook's going to be upset if I don't show up for birthday drinks"

"Stop!" Jacob ordered his men. "Turn him around. What did you say?"

"Ahh crap man. Just pretend I didn't say anything" Sharky said.

"It's the Deputy's birthday?" Jacob asked, trying to get Sharky to repeat himself.

"Nah man. It's someone else's birthday and we were going to celebrate that persons birthday".

"I'm not stupid Boshaw. I heard you say it was her birthday". Jacob grabbed Sharky by the collar and slammed him against the truck, threatening to punch him if he didn't get Jacob the right answers.

"Okay, okay" Sharky finally agreeing to tell Jacob after being punched twice in the face. "It's the Deputy's birthday today. We were going to meet up in Fall's end for a few birthday drinks"

That same night, Deputy Aria got dressed in her nice red short dress. After getting a text from Sharky, telling her that he had arranged for have dinner at 8-Bit Pizza. Rook almost felt like it was date but didn't want to get her hopes high. After he got dressed, did her hair and makeup, Rook headed out to her destination.

When she arrived at the 8-Bit Pizza shops, it was completely empty and once again, all the lights were out. "Now what" Rook said to herself and jumped out off the car. She opened the door to the building and saw a table in the middle of the room, with flowers and candles surrounding the table and chairs.

"Sharky? Where are you?" Rook called out, looking around the building.

"Sorry Deputy. Sharky couldn't make it" a voice came from the darkness. It was a very familiar voice. Slowly the figure in the darkness walked out and instead of Sharky walking out, Jacob Seed did.

His eyes opened wide when he saw the Deputy all dressed up and not in her Deputy uniform. "My. Aren't you a beautiful girl" Jacob said, walking closer and closer to Rook.

"Jacob? Where's Sharky?"

"Don't worry about him Dep. Tonight is all about you". Jacob took out a box from his pocket, one that didn't look like that stupid music box of his and opened it.

Rook's eyes shone bright when she looked down at the shinning silver bracelet. It had the symbol of a wolf and when Jacob turned it around, it wrote "Only You". She looked up at Jacob again and just stared at him.

"You didn't expect this, didn't you? Why is this bad guy giving me a present like this? That's what you are thinking, aren't you?" Jacob said, taking the bracelet out of the box and putting it on Rook's wrist. "That's okay. Tonight is all about that anyways".

"And then what? After the night is over, you're going to take me back to your Veterans Centre and lock me up in one of your filthy cages?"

"Not in a cage but maybe my bedroom" Jacob smirked.

His words sent a shiver down Rook's spine. "You don't mean that?"

"Let's wait and see how the night goes. I promise you, that's where you will end up. Would I let you go though? Probably not but I'll make sure you never want to leave anyways" Jacob said and pulled out one of the chairs for her.

Rook took the opportunity and sat down on the chair, with Jacob pushed her in chair in. He then made his way around the table and took a seat in his chair, across her. "Let the night begin".

After having their entree, dinner and dessert, Jacob signalled one of his men to put the radio on. He stood up from his chair, put his hand out to Rook and walked her to the empty part of the building. The music started and "Only You" came on. Thankfully the Deputy didn't lose herself. She put one hand on his shoulder and the other hand held onto Jacob's hand tightly. One of Jacob's arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her in tightly against his body. They both slow danced to the song for a while but as the night went on, Rook started getting tired so she wrapped his arms around Jacob's waist and rested her head against his chest.

"Can I really trust you Jacob?" Rook asked.

"All I want is for you to trust me and for this goddamn war to end. Is that too much to ask for Dep?"

"I want the same thing too Jacob" she said and looked up at Jacob, her head still resting on his chest. "You know what? I never thought I'd see myself like this with you. I almost gave up all hope that I'd ever be those close with you".

"I'm not gonna lie, I have some competition. That Boshaw dude, he is a tricky one. I can see why you've got a crush on him"

"What?" Rook pulled away from Jacob. "I don't have a crush on Sharky. We are just very close friends".

"You being dressed like that, doesn't really say that"

"Jacob, I know what Hope County is like. Someone does something and it's all over the post boards, stapled on posts. I've seen photos that I'm not really happy about seeing but I knew that if someone saw me like this, it'll get posted everywhere and the guy that I really have a crush on, would see it eventually" Rook explained. "What I didn't know, was that my crush would see it for himself, first".

"Deputy?"

"Yes Jacob. I'm talking about you. You're my crush for god sake"

Jacob didn't say anything but instead, he put his hand on Rook's waist and pulled her back into his embrace. The only difference this time was, he pressed his lips against hers.

The next morning, Rook opened her eyes and looked out the window. The first thing that came to mind, was the night before. The surprise dinner that Jacob organised for her birthday. She had to admit, it was the best birthday she ever had. Rook then noticed that she was naked and when she looked around, she realised that she was in Jacob's bedroom. She smiled when she remembered the birthday sex that she got from Jacob. 25 years old and she was finally not a virgin anymore and she was over the moon that she had lost it to Jacob and no one else.

The bedroom door opened and in walked Jacob, with a tray of food. "Good morning".

"Good morning" Deputy Aria said and sat up in bed, covering her chest with the blanket. "Thank you for last night. Best birthday I've ever had".

"You stay with me and you'll have plenty more amazing birthdays like last night" Jacob said, still trying to convince her to stay with him.

“Jacob. Stop trying to convince me to stay with you. I'm not going anywhere" Rook said and placed her hand on his. "This war ends today. I'm staying here with you and if I have to, I'll join the cult just to please Joseph".

"Really? Wow Deputy. I didn't see that coming this morning"

"Can I say something?"

"Yeah" Jacob answered and looked at her again.

"I don't expect you to say this back to me but Jacob Seed, I love you"

Jacob smirked, then put his hand on her cheek. "I love you too" he said and pressed his lips against hers.

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All About the Letter F

Please List! (at least one)

Animals I Like: Ferrets and foxes.

Foods I Like: Fettuccine alfredo, feta cheese, falafel, fondant, French fries, fried rice, and everything else that’s fried, honestly.

I Know Someone Who’s (jobs): Flight attendant, fashion designer, feature writer, features editor, field reporter...I know my girlfriend’s mom watches out for fraud activity within the company she works in, but I’m not sure what her title is.

I Wouldn’t Mind Visiting: Finland and Frankfurt. I’d love to go back to Fukuoka too, considering I only spent an afternoon there.

Sometimes I Feel: Frustrated, furious, frightened.

Music I Listen To: Fall Out Boy. I also wouldn’t mind hearing some Flume and FKA twigs.

Movies I’ve Seen: Funny Face, Full Metal Jacket, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Fight Club, Finding Nemo, Finding Dory, Forrest Gump, Flipped, Friends with Benefits.

Names I Like: Fiona, Frida, Francesca, Frankie for a girl, and Finn (hola, Lane! haha).

Some of your “firsts”: Not really sure what this means, heh.

And now, onto the random questions!

Do you have loud farts or are they silent but deadly? Honestly, I hold back farts on purpose so I’m not super in touch with mine. I know it’s a normal bodily function and I really don’t know why, but I personally always just found it gross while I’m fine with burping lol.

How many friends do you have? I have a large enough circle that counting every single one of my friends would be a lot of work.

Have you ever had a pet fish? Yeah, mostly when I was younger. We went through several goldfish.

Have you made/worn friendship bracelets? Sure. For some reason they became kind of a trend back in like 2016, so it was one of the things that helped Gab and I bond when we were mending our friendship after the breakup. I bought the both of us a pair of matching bracelets first, and she did the same.

Do you enjoy Fig Newtons? I don’t know what those are.

Do you wear things with floral patterns on them? I’m definitely not opposed to them! I have a few floral jumpsuits.

What’s your favorite flower? Peonies. I also like roses and sunflowers.

How about your favorite fruit? I hate fruits. I do like avocado, but I’ll only have it if it’s part of a meal like an avocado cheesecake, or avocado shake.

Are you more fearful or fearless? For now I’d say fearful. I don’t know a world outside school just yet, so there’s still a lot left for me to pick up, learn, explore.

What’s your favorite flavor of fudge? I don’t eat fudge and didn’t even know it was a whole separate food. I’ve always thought fudge just pertained to brownies.

Aren’t flies annoying? The actual bane of my existence. If you want 3x the normal amount of flies (though I don’t see why anyone would want that), go to Southeast Asia.

Have you ever flown in an airplane before? Yep, many times. I’ve never gotten over it; I always feel childlike excitement whenever we have to travel by plane.

Do you wish that you could fly? Yeah it’s like the first superpower I ever wanted. As early as when I was around 6 or 7 flying to me meant getting to places for free and skipping all the boring stuff like passports and immigration lol.

Do you play with fire? Absolutely not. I’m so scared of fire. A few days ago my dad was busy and he was asking me to lower the heat on the rice pot that was already boiling, and I swear I had to mentally prepare myself before I went ahead and did it lol.

Have you been in many fights? I’ve had my share of drama with a number of people, but I prefer being shadily passive aggressive than being involved in full-blown screaming matches or physical fights.

What does your flag look like? It has a white triangular section on the left side, with three stars and a sun. The rest of the flag is horizontally divided into blue and red, with blue being on top if the country is at peace and red if otherwise.

Do you floss regularly? Eh, sometimes.

Have you ever fractured a part of your body? No, just a sprain.

Do you listen to Five Finger Death Punch? Nopes.

Do you like going to fairs? They’re alright I guess, as long as I’m with the right people. I wouldn’t get on the rides though. I’d just tag along to have a reason to be out of the house and to see my friends having fun.

Would you consider a job in forestry? I’m personally not interested but it’s such an underrated career, especially where I live. Boomers like to look down on it when it’s a really important job.

Do you cover your leftovers in foil? No, we put them in containers and place them in the fridge until someone wants to heat it up.

Does it get foggy often where you live? Not in this part of the city, which is the lower section. When going to the upper part, which is on a mountain, it gets foggy in the morning around the months of December and January, when it’s the coldest.

How often do you feel foolish? At least twice a day, I’d say.

Have you ever thrown a coin into a fountain and made a wish? Yeah, I’m still a child in that way.

Do you go on Fmylife.com? No.

Would you rather visit Florence or France? Florence.

Have you ever used a fly swatter? I don’t think I have, no.

How big are your feet? Eh, not that big. I’m a size 6/7.

Do you have filthy thoughts? It happens, but they don’t run all day lol.

Have you ever flashed someone before? Kinda...we were staying at a hotel and I was feeling bored and silly, so I went up the window and quickly flashed to everyone driving down the highway at that moment. It’s a tall building and we were on one of the higher floors, so I for sure doubt that anyone saw; it was just a silly thing to do at the time haha.

Can you do any flips? Nah.

Flobots or Florence and the Machine? Florence + the Machine.

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The Chain

Summary: You're a drummer just like Roger, the pair of you joined together like a chain. But when an amazing opportunity comes up, will it break?

Warnings: Lil bit of angst, fluff (if you'd count that as a warning) swearing, I've made Joan Jett really horrible sorry 😅🙃

A/N: Okay I've kinda based this on Ben Hardy's Roger but I used the gif below because...well 👀 I hope you all enjoy! 😁💖 as always, lyrics are bold italics

You and Roger were linked like a chain from birth. Your mothers were the best of friends so you and Roger were around each other all the time. The two of you went to the same schools together when you were in Norfolk and then in Cornwall when you both moved there. The pair of you were dubbed as the 'weird drum-obsessed misfits.'

When he moved to London, it was only natural that you went with him. Plus there was more opportunities in the city compared to Cornwall. When Roger said he was in a band you were unbelievably proud and became great friends with Brian but Tim- not so much. He was usually very arrogant most of the time. You went to his shows and when you joined a band, he came to yours, giving you a quick peck in the space between your lips and cheek before you headed on stage.

You and Roger had a funny sort of relationship in which you didn't really have a romantic relationship as such but still acted like boyfriend and girlfriend. On occasion Brian used to say the pair of you were like an old married couple. Roger and yourself had slept together on a few occasions, there was no denying that the two of you had feelings for one another but neither of you never really acted on it so just kept continuing on with what you had.

Eventually Smile broke up but Roger and Brian met Freddie and eventually John joined to create Queen. You absolutely adored Freddie and John and were quite protective of them at times. Hanging about with Roger for most of your life made you quite tough since he was always getting into fights and you'd either pull him back or jump in and help.

"Rog, are you going to play or stare at Y/N all day?" Brian teased with a smirk. Roger snapped out of his thoughts shaking his head.

"I wasn't..." he grumbled when in fact he really was. You were in the corner of the room laughing away with Mary.

"Pretty obvious that you were, mate." John said with a smile "Why don't you just tell her how you really feel? How you've always felt."

Roger let out a harsh sigh "Because we have a very unique friendship-"

"By which he means they sleep together, have dinner together, annoy the living daylights out of each other and...I'm missing something," Brian rested his fingers on his chin in feigned thought "Oh yes...been pinning each other for years!"

Roger went to open his mouth but you stepped forward "Uh sorry but...I have a bit of an announcement!" You smiled and Freddie encouraged you to share your news. "A new band called 'The Runaways' were looking for a drummer before they record an album and head off on their European tour and well...they asked me and I accepted!" You squeaked, Mary embraced you in a hug. "We record next week and by the end of the month we're touring!"

Roger smiled, he was devastated. You were leaving. The pair of you had barely gone a week without seeing each other at some point. "How long is the tour?" He croaked out.

Brian raised a brow "Oh yeah, don't congratulate her or anything first!" He sarcastically snorted before giving you a hug.

Roger squeezed his eyes shut "No-I-I'm- Congratulations Y/N." he opened his eyes after stumbling over his words "Well done."

"The European tour is a year and a half..." you said before giving the final blow "However...the American, Asia and Australia tour is two years." Roger felt his heart split into a thousand pieces. Three and a half years without you. "But I'll fly back and visit you all whenever I can!" You smiled and tried to reassure them, especially Roger. The crushed look on his face almost killed you.

Roger suddenly stood up making a horrible squeaking noise when the legs of his stool scraped against the floor. All eyes were on him, you honestly thought he was going to storm out the building. Instead he strode right over to you and tightly embraced you. "I'm really happy for you," he whispered in your ear.

You could hear it in his tone that he wasn't happy at all. "After all these years you still can't properly lie to me..." you teasingly criticised while you held back your tears. You pulled back and brushed your thumb over a tear that was on his cheek "We have all the time in the world, Rog. I'm not disappearing forever." He tightly smiled, you knew it was fake. "You all better get rehearsing! Go! Go!" You shooed Roger back to his drum kit and joined Mary at the side of the room while you watched them all play.

•••

"You really like that song? Are you insane?" Brian spluttered out in shock after you admitted the song that Roger wrote wasn't that bad.

"'I'm in love with my car' is...how can I describe it..." you had a look of intense thought on your face before a lightbulb went off in your head "Like dipping your chips into a milkshake and then eating them. You know it's weird but it's still bloody good." Brian let out a loud chuckle, Roger rolled his eyes and playfully squeezed your hip. The boys and Mary were at Rogers house having a goodbye party for you. You would have had it at yours but all the furniture was either stored away or under dust covers. Between them, they'd check your flat every week while you were on tour. You'd given each of them a little gift before they left, you would give Roger his when it was just the two of you. You were going to stay at the hotel near the airport to catch your flight the next day but Roger insisted that you stayed the night with him so he could take you to the airport and see you off.

After tears, countless goodbyes, good lucks and cuddles- it was only you and Roger. "I'm so nervous, Rog," you grinned "This time tomorrow I'll be just finishing up the opening gig!" Roger sent you a brief smile and you felt a little deflated. "Hey," you took his hand "I got you something," you grabbed a little black box from your bag. Roger opened the box and saw a silver chain bracelet inside with a little charm on it in the shape of a bass drum. Your initials were engraved on it. "So every time you look at it, it reminds you that I'm always with you..." you whispered.

Roger burst out laughing and you furrowed a brow "You are kidding?!" He grabbed an identical box and gave it to you. You opened it up and giggled "I got you the exact same!"

"The jewellers just off Symons street?" You both asked at the same time and hysterically laughed your heads off when you nodded at the same time.

You stopped laughing for long enough to put on his bracelet "Don't you break this chain!" You warned.

"Don't break yours," he warned you just as much as he put on yours. His fingers hovered over your wrist before he gently brushed the very tips of his fingers over your skin. He looked up from your hand and into your eyes and began to softly sing. "Love of my life, don't leave me..." he softly shut his eyes and tears dipped down from his cheeks when he bowed his head slightly.

You wiped away his tears and embraced him in a tight hug, you tried to soothe him. "I promise you'll see me more often than you think," you whispered even thought it was just the two of you. "I'll hurry back," he looked up to you with red, glossy eyes "I'll bring it back, I won't take it away from you." You were going against the lyrics slightly to reassure him of your promise. "Roger," you cupped his face and gently kissed him "The love of my life. Always."

"I j-just," he sobbed "Wanted this to be proper. I wanted us to be proper! Finally after all these years!"

You smirked and wiped away your own tears with the back of your hand "I know, and we can work this out. You have to properly ask me first." You grinned and Roger let out a watery laugh before taking your hands in his.

"I know we've done this a bit backwards but, I'd love to be your boy if you'd be my girl."

"God Rog," you laughed "You're so cheesy sometimes! Yes! Of course!" You threw yourself into his arms and passionately kissed him. He wrapped his arms around you and dragged you to the bedroom.

The next morning he drove you to the airport, holding your hand the entire way. "I've never been to Amsterdam before," you said as you waited for Roger to get your suitcase out the back of his car.

"Neither have I," he grunted and placed your case in front of your feet before hauling out another one "So it's a good thing I'm going with you." You loudly gasped and ecstatically hugged him, constantly uttering over and over the words 'Are you serious!? You're really coming?!' To which he looked at you if you were mad. "Of course I'm coming with you! You honestly think I wouldn't be there for your opening show?" He kissed you and wrapped his arms around you "I wouldn't miss it for anything!"

Later that night you couldn't believe you were seeing Roger in the wings of the stage cheering you on. Freddie, John and Brian also surprised you at the airport and were standing next to him. You honestly couldn't believe it. Roger gave you a wink before you belted out tune after tune. After playing Cherry Bomb- which Roger loved as you completely let yourself go as you bashed and pounded the drums like a madwoman, getting all sweaty and your hair disheveled- you were exhausted. "Ah this must be the lover boy..." one of your bandmates teased Roger after catching you both kissing in the hall.

You nervously laughed "Ah yeah, Roger this is Joan Jett. Joan, this is Roger Taylor."

She blew a raspberry "Of course I know who Roger Taylor is! Good to meet you. We are all fans of Queen." Roger opened his mouth to thank her before she held up her hand "Can't stay and chat. Y/N early morning start tomorrow," she glared at you before walking away.

Roger raised a brow and you waved it off "She's just tired." You yawned "We all are."

"Sadly me and the boys have to get back to London tomorrow afternoon, we can grab breakfast before I go and before you head off to practice." You hummed with a smile. The two of you knew how agonising parting ways for a while would be, but you both focused on spending quality time together for now.

When he left it felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest and placed in the middle of a war zone. For the first time in both of your lives, you were out of each other's. For a little while at least. You rubbed the chain around your wrist and Roger did the same, the action easing you both a little as you both said goodbye for now.

You and Roger called each other every day. Sometimes both of you would forget about the time difference but would laugh about it anyway. After nine months, Roger became more and more worried about you. You never sounded happy when you spoke to him, you always sounded so worn out and broken.

"Y/N? You still there?" He yelled down the phone.

"Hmm?!" Your eyes snapped open "Yeah, I'm still here, Rog." You were leaning your head on your hand and played a little with your chain and the telephone cord "I'm just a little tired but nevertheless excited to be back in London tomorrow. I can't wait to see you," he could almost see your ecstatic smile down the phone. "You're the only thing keeping me going..." you sleepily mumbled and Roger furrowed a brow.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked.

You swallowed harshly, becoming wide awake before you rubbed your face and mentally kicked yourself. "I've got to go but I'll see you tomorrow! I love you. I love you so much, Roger."

"See you tomorrow, I love you too." The sound of your voice was replaced by dial tone. He hung up the phone and glared at the cream coloured device. He wondered what you meant.

There was a tingling sensation flowing through Roger's veins as he waited to see you on stage. You tried to see him earlier but Joan and Sandy said that it wasn't professional- that you all had to be there for rehearsals and sound checks the entire day. You kept telling yourself that in a few hours you'd be with him again, that it would be just you and him for a few days- spending as much time as you could together before you left to perform in Manchester. You went on stage rubbing your chain and scanned your eyes around the room, when they landed on Roger you almost burst into tears. You discreetly waved and blew him a kiss, although Joan did catch you out of the corner of her eye and sent you a disapproving glare. You let out a sigh under your breath and began playing.

Roger watched you with a beaming smile, he was so thrilled to see you. All he wanted to do was run on stage and twirl you around in his arms while kissing you. He waited in anticipation while the final song finished and you and the band took your bows. You went to walk the other way to go to Roger but Joan grabbed your wrist and dragged you off the other side of the stage. You glared and tugged your wrist out of her hold and quickly dashed off to see Roger and the boys. "Roger!" He turned around and opened his arms with a toothy smile that reached from ear to ear. "I've missed you so much," you hugged him tightly and murmured into his neck.

He pulled back with a tears in his eyes, so overwhelmed that you were back in his arms again. "I've missed you too! So much!" He passionately kissed you.

"How have you been?" You asked with a smile.

"I'm good, even better now for seeing you. How are you you?"

Your smile fell just enough for Roger to worry. You quickly replaced it with a fake one. "I'm fine, Rog. Just a bit tried that's all. The band have been busy and-"

He cut you off with raised brows "-and you're taking care of yourself?"

You flashed a fake smile. "Yes."

"After all these years you still can't lie to me properly," he mocked, reminding you of the day you told him you were joining The Runaways.

You sighed and opened your mouth to speak before Joan appeared out of nowhere. "We all leave the stage together, Y/N. Regardless if our lover boys are here or not..." Joan moved her eyes up and down at Roger. "By the way, you were off tempo at some parts, fucked me up and you weren't loud enough." She said in an snappish tone.

Rogers face contorted with pure confusion. Your performance was flawless. His jaw clenched and he gritted his teeth before letting out a dry, humourless laugh. "I think you're either deaf or completely insane..." he stood up for you, wrapping his arm protectively around your shoulder. He looked at you adoringly, a niggle of worry ate away at him when he noticed how fragile and afraid you were around Joan. "Y/N was great, maybe it was you who was off with the tempo." Joan sneered at him and you placed your hand on his chest, briefly apologising to Joan before pushing Roger into your dressing room. "You're just going to let her drag you around like that?!" He raised his voice. He was furious that anyone, let alone a band mate, would treat you like that and you'd just take it.

"Doesn't matter, Rog. She's never happy. She pisses me off and somehow I manage to piss her off," you sighed and hunched over the makeup table, rubbing your face with your hand.

"Y/N," Roger walked over to you and took your hand before furrowing a concerned brow. Your hands were all dry and cracked, cuts dotted all over them were clearly the work of splinters from the wooden drumsticks. "Your fingers are bleeding from practicing so much and your hands are drier than a desert! Just how much are these band mates of yours pushing you?" You couldn't even look at him, you knew the expression he had on his face would end you. Your silence spoke a thousand words to Roger. He let out a sigh "When was the last time you had a proper meal?" You honestly couldn't recall.

"We're just busy...I'm fine Rog, re-really..." you whispered and squeezed your eyes shut. Your head was pounding and you were feeling a little dizzy. You felt yourself grip onto his shoulders and he had to hold you up by the elbows before you completely blacked out.

•••

You let out a loud groan, it felt like you had the worst hangover in the world. You squinted your eyes as you were hit by the bright light. Fully opening them, you saw your hand behind held by Roger, yours had something sticking out of it. "Roger?" You sleepily and huskily croaked out. He quickly stood up from his chair, it looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Did we sleep together....again?" If it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation he would have laughed at that.

"No, you fainted. You completely passed out in my arms," he whispered and peppered kisses on your hairline "I was so scared," he stroked your cheek "I didn't know what to do. You've been out for three days, the doctors said you fainted from a number of things, that's why you're on an IV drip. Dehydration, not enough vitamins or nutrients, stress, exhaustion...you burnt yourself out."

Tears welled in your eyes before you completely broke down and sobbed loudly in your hospital bed. Roger had never seen you so broken before. "I never had time for anything. I was lucky enough to steal five minutes of the day to talk to you." Roger wiped away your tears, ignoring his own to focus on you. "They are so horrible to me, Rog. So mean to each other. It's toxic. They're poisonous." You brokenly whispered out. "The whole band is hanging by a thread. They all want to be like someone else- their idol." You let out a long, watery sigh "They try to be someone else whereas I just want to be me." Roger sniffled loudly and rubbed his nose against yours. "Hell, I'm even on the verge of being replaced because Sandy is trying to be like you! She'd never play the drums half as good as you though."

A smile tugged at Rogers lips "She'd never be as good as you either." He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and played with your bracelet. "You know they don't care about you."

You nodded "You, Mary and the boys were the only ones that really cared about me. I never should have left." You pressed a hand to your head and groaned "The tour! What am I going to do?"

"You're going to make yourself more ill than you already are if you go back to them..." Roger cleared his throat and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Plus I may have already cost you your place as I told them all that you're way too good to be around low-lives like them," a moment of silence passed "I then I told them to go fuck themselves so..." you burst out laughing, tears of happiness mixing with sad ones.

"Oh you really are the love of my life..." you whispered and stroked his face with the back of your fingers with a smile. He pressed a kiss to your hand before you opened your arms, indicating you wanted him in beside you to cuddle into him. Roger slowly climbed into your bed, freezing in an awkward position- a leg half in the bed and the rest of him hanging out when the nurse caught him.

"Patients only in the beds." She sternly warned.

Rogers face flushed with embarrassment "Of course, sorry." He slowly climbed back out but was back in again as soon as the nurse had closed the door.

"She'll get you..." you smiled and buried yourself into his chest, intertwining your legs with his.

"We could take her on..." he smiled and stroked your back. "So now that you're back on the band market...I think I know a group who could use you. Let me sort it out." He kissed your forehead and you sleepily smiled, rubbing little circles into his chest.

The door opened and at first you and Roger thought it was that nurse again but it was Freddie, John and Brian. Their arms filled with flowers, balloons and chocolates. You and Roger sat up "My boys!" You grinned and opened your arms.

Roger stood up out of the bed "Don't get her too excited!" He panicked. You were still frail.

"Why? Cause that's your job?" John teased and you laughed, Roger even cracked a smile.

After a few hours of talking away Brian asked what you were planning on doing next. You looked at Roger and he answered for you. "I think I've got her a sweet deal," he proudly smiled.

•••

"I'm so glad you're all here!" You squeaked with delight seeing Mary, Freddie, Brian, John and Roger at a performance of yours. "I'm so happy with Fleetwood Mac. I feel like I can be me. Thank you, Rog." You smiled at him and he got his thanks through a kiss. He had introduced you to the band a few months ago now. The tour dates worked perfectly with Queens so you saw Roger pretty much everyday. Everything was back to normal. "Hope you enjoy the show! Playing something a bit different tonight..." you winked and kept them all in suspense.

Roger watched you perform with a proud smile, he was so happy to see you happy and healthy again, and with a band who actually cared about you. "Okay," Stevie spoke up "This next one was composed and created by our very own Y/N Y/L/N!" You waved from behind the drumkit.

"Yeah," you nervously spoke down the microphone beside you "This one is for someone special. They know who they are." Your eyes locked on to Rogers for a split second "This song is called...The Chain."

Roger swallowed hard and rubbed his silver chain bracelet, you rubbed yours just before you started playing.

"And if you don't love me now you will never love me again I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain...Never break the chain..."

You smirked at him as you continued to play. He could see your chain sparkling in the light that was beaming onto the stage. "Chain keep us together...running in the shadow...Chain keep us together...running in the shadow..."

Roger felt his lips tug upwards as he kept rubbing the chain between his fingers.

"That's my girl."

#roger taylor x reader #sneaky shoutout to the best song 😅😏#im in love with my car #roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #queen #borhap imagine #borhap #bohemian rhapsody imagine #bohemian rhapsody #brian may #freddie mercury #john deacon #ben hardy #ben hardy! roger taylor #queen imagine #queen imagines #fleetwood mac #roger taylor x you

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Neva Lavd Yah Ch 1/? (Blair St. Clair/Dusty Ray Bottoms/Miz Cracker) - Ravena

AN: Hi! This is a little something I whipped up because I’m a sucker for a soulmate AU and wanted more. This kinda fits in with the rare-pair idea but it’s not one of the situations so oh well. This is my first fan fiction here and not one of my main ships so be kind, okay? I just thought that Dusty’s entrance could make for really good first words and I love Blair and Miz Cracker so much. It starts out like the show but then goes it’s own way because, duh, things would definitely be different if all these queens were given more screen time. We’ll have to see if I choose to change the eliminations ;) Just to clear things up: I used he/him pronouns when using male names but she/her pronouns when they’re in drag/in the Werkroom because that’s what they use on the show. Enjoy!

‘Neva lavd yah’. He was born with the words wrapped around his wrist in scrawny black lettering. He grew up with stares and pitying murmurs from adults. When he was six years old, he broke down and asked his teacher what was wrong, why his parents always changed the subject when he brought up his words. He’ll never forget what she said to him that day.

“Andrew, there is a lot of hate in this world. People make fun of others who can’t speak like us, or walk like us. It looks like your soulmate has some issues speaking. Look at the ‘yah’—it should say you. Plus, your soulmate is literally telling you that she’s never loved you. Those are far from the best first words.”

As he grew up, he kept his teacher’s words close to his heart, even when he realized he’d prefer the words to come out of a mouth with a goatee surrounding it than one covered in strawberry lip gloss, like the one all the girls his friends dated wore. He didn’t care that his soulmate might have a speech impediment, but he hated the looks it made him get.

But it was even stranger than any of them thought. Wrapped around his waist on the left side, in thin and long lettering, another set of words that read ‘Holy shit. Finally.’ Of course. Curse words made him even more of an anomaly, and hated in his church, since his words were on full display when he was baptized.

When he was 15, he began to cover up his words. He wanted to fit in and his soulmates, who he never even met, were dragging him down. The other kids never forgot the one set of words they saw, but most of them stopped mentioning it. The bullying never completely ended, but it died down to just a few boys on the hockey team.

His words ruined his first relationship too. Blaze was unable to handle the constant black wristband and the curse words staring at him whenever Andrew removed his shirt.

Even as a drag queen, he always wears thick bracelets and fabrics over his waist to make sure no one sees the horrible first words he was given. Good thing that fit in with his aesthetic.

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“I’m Blair St. Clair, just got here this morning.” She did it! She was on RuPaul’s Drag Race season 10 and nothing was going to stop her from taking home that crown. She stood in place for a few seconds, letting the camera take her all in. She was wearing her favorite red wig and a white trench coat covering a blue dress, something simple since she wanted to be comfortable standing around for hours. She then turned to face the other queens, flushing slightly when she noticed all of them staring at her. Eureka, Asia, and Yuhua Hamasaki all seemed super friendly, but Miz Cracker refused to speak.

I know for a fact we’ve never met. What could I have done already to piss her off? Is it this wig? This dress? My singing, no not my singing my voice is wonderful.

She brought her hand up to touch her wig self-consciously before shaking her head and turning away from Miz Cracked. She turned her head as another queen came in, carrying a… was that a broom? In her confusion she missed what she said, coming out of her stupor at the sound of Yuhua’s shrieks.

Queens already know each other? Guess I’m going to be the odd one out. Again. Nothing ever works out for me.

Blair watched the other queens enter, not really paying attention to them as her mind wandered. She hadn’t thought about what might happen if the other queens got all clique-y. Just look at season 5 and all stars 2—they kept around Rolaskatox until the end for added drama. She was not going to be counted out just because she wasn’t a New York queen.

Finally tuning back in, she saw another queen enter the Werkroom. Her pink tulle skirt and hole-filled white top contrasted with her dark makeup and clunky black boots. Not really sure what this queen was going for, she was ready to write her off as a filler queen until she heard the dreaded words.

“Neva lavd yah.”

Okay. Yup. She was fucked. She froze as the other queens flipped out, because of course her soulmate was another girl from New York. Just her luck—she gets to meet her soul mate in an environment viewed by the whole wide world and her soulmate already has a ready-made group of friends so she probably won’t even talk to her.

When she finally stopped staring at the camera, she ran over to Cracker, Monet, and Yuhua, squealing and rambling about how great it was to have people from home, hugging Miz Cracker especially tight.

Well at least I can actually understand her. She just saddled you with messed up words for no good reason. Of course. Just my luck.

With all the commotion the New York queens were causing at least she was able to get a good look at her.

Okay, so one of my soulmates is attractive, at least.

“Hi, I’m Dusty. And you are?”

Crap. She’s talking to her and she’s still just staring at her dumb-founded.

“It feels weird to introduce myself to you with my drag name.”

Dusty’s mouth dropped open.

“Oh my gods. Babe…” she called over her shoulder.

No no no no. She can’t already be in a relationship. This can’t be happening, I won’t be pitted against her lover to make good TV. There’s no way the producers won’t make this my narrative. Everything I’ve worked for is about to go down the drain.

“Holy shit. Finally. Babe I was so scared you wouldn’t have her words too. Hi, Blair. I’m Miz Cracker.”

Oh my gods. They were both here. They already knew each other there wasn’t going to be room for her. They won’t love me they are already in a committed relationship they don’t need a third.

Looking around, Blair saw both queens staring at her expectantly and everyone else looking confused. So, she did the only thing she knew how to do. She passed out.

#rpdr fanfiction #blair st clair #dusty ray bottoms #miz cracker #blair x cracker x dusty #angst #romance #canon compliant #neva lavd yah #ravena #fic challenge #rare pair #s10 #poly #tw past abuse mentioned #submission #concrit welcome

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{Mermaid!AU} Haechan

haechan really should wear gold more often (a petition im willing to start) other mermaid aus can be found (here)

“you were just born with two left feet, huh?”

is the first thing you heard when you signed up for ‘ballroom dance’ in middle school

the person who had said it, a boy who laughed when you puffed up and exclaimed “of course not!” was none other than the boy who now sat before you

years later

grinning as he overturned the paper in his hands

“i got into the korean ballet academy!”

you grab the paper and light up

“haechan - this is amazing!”

he leans back in his chair, propping his hands under his bed like he’s lying on the beach

and not just sitting in your homeroom classroom

“well i am amazing. you should know this.”

you scrunch up your nose, but don’t argue

when it comes to ballet, or dancing in general, haechan is just natural at it

his body has the ability to flow like water

you’d started out envious - in middle school when you and haechan were waltz partners

and he got the routine down in one practice while it had taken you five,,,,and even then some

but over the years you grew to admire it

especially when haechan dropped ballroom for ballet

at first, jisung and renjun had poked fun at haechan for his new hobby

but you thought it was downright cool that you’d become the friend of someone who dreamt of becoming a professional dancer

and at that, a national dancer for the korean ballet

you’d been to every show haechan had participated in throughout highschool

from his first nutcracker, to swan lake, to cinderella, to giselle, and to performances you couldnt even pronounce the name of

his pamphlet of ‘les fetes chinoises’ hangs up in your bedroom because it was the first ballet where haechan’s photo was printed front and center

many people in haechan’s group would idle around you and ask the same thing every time

“are you dating haechan?” “you and haechan are awfully close,,,,” “you guys are so cute together!”

the comments would make you laugh, because if anything you were just haechan’s friend and - a fan

a fan of his dancing

because for everything haechan was in school with you, the sharp tongued and confident young guy who liked to make sarcasm the root of his conversations

when he danced he was so much more than that

“so what’s your secret?”

you’d ask and haechan would shrug “practice.”

“there has to be more than that - it’s like your body was born to dance!”

haechan grins, “you could say it has something to do with that.”

then he leans over and flicks your forehead playfully

“or maybe you’re just born to be bad it”

but as you hold haechan’s acceptance letter - you think that your future with him and all your friends is dwindling down to the last couple months of school

you’ve been accepted to your dream college, haechan has been accepted to his academy

as of now - the clock was just ticking till you parted ways

“so, when you’re in the academy you’ll be doing like,,,,fancy performances for people with money?”

haechan tucks the letter safely back into his backpack

swatting jisung’s mischievous hands when he walks by and tries to snatch it

“mhmm, no more free ballet performances at the school festivals.”

you feel a sort of cold sadness wash over you

fancy ballets? you wouldn’t have money to see that

“you’ll be traveling too - right?”

“of course, the korean ballet does an asia tour every season almost.”

traveling? i won’t be able to see you for a while then,,,,,,

“that’s so cool - i hope you’ll get the main parts!”

haechan laughs

suddenly reaching over and tousling your hair

“you’re so obvious - just say that you’ll miss me.”

you feel your face flare up and you pull away

“shuttup - anyway, won’t you be in the last school ballet before graduation.”

“yep, we’re doing midsummer nights dream.”

you smile a little to yourself

it might be your last time to see haechan dance again,,,,,

“speaking of which, i have practice. see you around!”

haechan gathers his things, casually waving and giving jisung a playful tap on the back of his head as he walks out

you sit there, thinking back on your memories of haechan dancing and find yourself wondering all over again

is there a secret to being so good?

the weeks till graduation pass rather quickly

until finally you find yourself nervously seated beside all your other friends at the ballet performance

you can tell no one picks up on your anxiety - but mark, who’d come to visit from college, throws a curious look your way

“is everything ok?”

“y-yeah! im just a little sad this will be my last chance to see haechan dance!”

mark, kind as ever, smiles

“of course its not. it’s just your last time seeing him dance as a none pro. im sure haechan will invite you to his performances in the academy.”

the words soothe you just a bit,,,,,,,but you don’t know how true that is

will life at the academy really let haechan remember you? or anyone from his past?

the lights suddenly dim and everything falls hushed

and you nearly catch your breath when haechan steps out onto the stage dressed as theseus

he has on a pure white toga, ordained in golden cuffs on his arms and anklets on his legs

a crown wreath of gold leaves sits perfectly on his hair

and for a second you think you’re really looking at a greek god

his tan skin and eyes that shimmer from brown to almost yellow like in the lights

are you really looking at haechan and not a prince?

the music starts after a breath speech from the narrator

and once again - haechan’s dancing entices you and everyone in the audience

although ballet seems rigged most of the time - the moves run like waves through haechan

he looks comfortable and poised

even though ballet is grueling

he makes it all look beautiful like a symphony of the human body

and it’s clear why he was accepted to train to be a professional at this

the ballet is short, obviously condensed for teenagers and when it’s over you watch as haechan bows to the crowd

the crown falls off his head and he laughs when someone in the crowd yells for him to throw it

he does an somehow

it lands right in your lap

haechan’s eyes meet yours and for a second it’s a whole new feeling washing over you

before, looking at haechan as just something you did

he was your friend

just like jeno, just like jisung, just like chenle or renjun or mark

but,,,,,,,this feeling was different it was,,,,,,,,,new

it made everything slow down and for a moment the only person you could see clearly was him

and then when haechan’s eyes fell everything tunred back from a blurry mess

“let’s go see him!” mark urges, and you all follow behind him to the stage

haechan hops down when he sees you all approaching

jisung nitpicks at the yoga with his usual jokes

but haechan just touches the crown in your hands

“don’t think i threw it at you or anything”

you almost roll your eyes, but that feeling from before instead maks you blush and look away

mark senses the weird shift and somehow manages to herd the rest of your friend group toward someone else

as you and haechan stand in the slowly emptying gymnasium of your school

“hey, can i ask you something?”

haechan suddenly says

his voice goes low for a moment and you swallow the lump you didn’t know was in your throat

“sure”

“if i ,,,,,,, if i asked you to keep a secret for life, would you be able to?”

you blink, confused for a moment about what haechan is saying or rather implying

but you’re his friend so,,,

“yeah, i mean. isn’t that what friends do - swear to keep secrets?”

haechan doesnt laugh, even though you’d tried to make it a little lighthearted

instead he takes your wrist and quietly asks you to follow him

haechan pulls you through the dark halls of the school

down the stairs to the basement

where the school swimming pool is

the water is still, the bleachers empty and the lifeguard chair is glaring as you and haechan walk by the edge of the deep end

“haechan, what’s going on?”

slowly, fear and doubt start gnawing in your head

what’s this secret? is it something bad? if it is,,,,would you really be able not to tel anyone?

the strobe lights that flicker from the changing rooms highlight the shine of haechan’s profile

his toga bares one of his shoulders were the lines from the light dance on his perfect tan skin

the gold bracelets from his costume clink and echo through the empty pool

“you’re always asking me, what’s my secret. why am i such a good dancer. i think,,,,,,,that if there’s anyone who ought to know the truth behind it - it’s you.”

you don’t understand, your eyebrows knit in frustration

“haechan, im joking around - i know it’s hard work and practice! i never doubted th-”

“it is. it is, but it’s something else too. something ive kept from everyone since i was born and i ,,,,,”

haechan’s usual cheerful, slightly joking tone is gone

his voice has settled into the low, serious one from before

and his eyes have darkened to an almost blackish brown

somehow - in this one moment,,,,you’re a little scared of the boy you’ve known since you were a kid

the boy who maybe

has always meant more to you than just,,,,,,,a friend

“promise me, no matter what - you won’t run away.”

you can’t even find it in yourself to speak

so you nod, shaking when haechan finally lets your hand go and without another word

dives right into the water

on instinct, you let out a shout - concerned with what he’s planning

and when haechan doesn’t come up for air for a while you start to panic

but then

instead of haechan’s head surfacing up in the still water of the pool

you see the golden arch of a tail

of a mermaids tail

it glitters with water on the intricate golden scales and it looks like it’s made of solid gold

that tail,,,,,,,,,is all you remember till you pass out cold

when you wake up your head is resting on someones lap

there’s a cold towel pressed to the skin of your forehead and when you reorientate your sight you see the ceilings of the school pool

what happened?

you ask yourself, everything feels dizzy and muggy and then you feel the towel on your head be peeled away

and then-

“haechan!”

you sit up so fast it hurts and you hear his familiar laugh from behind you

“i didn’t think you’d,,,,,,faint. well at least you didn’t run away.”

slowly everything comes back to you

the ballet performance, haechan’s secret, the,,,,,,,,the golden mermaids tail

it takes a moment for the pieces to fall into place

but when you gasp, haechan’s eyes fall to his hands because he too now knows that you’ve realized it

“you’re a mermaid?”

“sorry it isn’t something cool like a werewolf.”

you shake your head, sitting up straight and trying to find something to say,,,,,,

“i just - it,,,,,since you were a kid?”

haechan lets out a chuckle, “yes, since i was a kid.”

you can tell that even though haechan is being all ,,,,,, sarcasm and lighthearted

he’s nervous

his foot won’t stop bouncing and he isn’t moving closer to you- actually he’s inching away

does he think im scared of him? or disgusted?

suddenly you reach out and take haechan’s hand

he jerks a little in surprised response, but lets you clutch his palm in your own

“is this ,,,,, what you meant when you said you had a secret?”

haechan’s eyes avert to the pool below, but he gives you a tiny nod

you nod too, and then remember

“i promise not to tell anyone. ever.”

you emphasize the ever and haechan again,,,,doesn’t say anything but gives only a small wavering smile as an anwer

after sometime you both get up

your hand falls from haechans and you’re watch his back as he walks out of the pool

you follow behind - your gaze running up the slope of his shoulders up into his hair

it’s haechan,,,,,your friend haechan,,,,,just like he’s been for a while

the same person

walking in front of you on two feet

even though,,,,the person in the water - in the pool only what feels moments ago

that was haechan too

haechan, the mermaid

you rejoin your group of friends who are laughing and talking with the other dancers

mark looks at you past haechan and smiles when he notices how your eyes only linger on haechan

“i always had a feeling about you two.”

he says when you’re all getting ready to leave

“wh-what? we’re just fri-”

“friends dont just disappear from their other friends.”

the night comes to an end, everyone goes home

just you and haechan are left on the bus that pulls up on the street he lives on way too soon

getting up, haechan gives you a wave goodbye

acting as if the days been normal. as if he hadn’t shown you,,,,,what he really was. as if this wasn’t also the last time you’d get to see him dance, so up and close

like this isn’t some of the last times you’ll have together

till he’s gone. out of reach.

you hurry off the bus and haechan turns at the sound of your footsteps

“don’t you have another three stop-”

you run up, holding his face inbetween your hands

“i want to tell you a secret too. you don’t have to keep it. you can tell whoever you want or pretend you never heard it. but you told me yours so im going to tell you mine.”

haechan weaves his eyebrows together, concern apparent on his face

he’s changed out of the costume into his uniform, you look at the person you’ve seen for all these years

he looks normal

but he ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, but he isn’t

and not just because he’s a mermaid but because -

“my secret, it’s that i love you.”

and without another thought you press your lips to his, almost comically and not romantically at all

but you do it

because you’re nervous you don’t know what haechan will think

but even if it’s a horrible kiss,,,it’s one you don’t regret giving

until you realize that haechan is slowly easing you off

and you know that means heartbreak is coming

the painful, “i dont feel the same way”

or in haechan’s case something witty to either make you laugh it off or embarrass you

somehow,,,it’s neither

“ok, let’s do that again because i dont want you to be as bad at kissing as you are dancing.”

you blink

“ar- are you making fun of me?”

“no, im asking you to do that again so we can both enjoy it.”

“but do you love me back?”

haechan lets his shoulders fall back

but then he’s grinning

“you think id tell someone i dont love that im a mermaid?”

something blossoms in your chest

some kind of warmth, some kind of new level of happiness

and you let haechan kiss you this time, slower and with more tenderness then you thought possible

haechan walks you home

kisses you enough times that you almost have to put your hands over his lips to get him to stop

and when you get inside, your phone rings and haechan’s message reads

‘just so you know im telling everyone that you confessed. just so they know to back off. but with my secret,,,,keep your promise and don’t tell!’

you text back ‘and what if i break that promise?’

‘then no more awesome mermaid kisses from me’

you giggle, clutching the phone and for once - falling asleep absolutely love sick

the next morning is full of all the teasing you could have imagines

jisung and chenle grab a hold of one and other and reenact dramatically how you and haechan must have confessed

jeno asks you if haechan cried

renjun is the only one who seems genuinely happy for both of you - in a none condescending way

and mark calls only to say that he knew it from the beginning

at some point jaemin is like “whats this about?” and haechan throws his arm around you and goes “they’re mine now”

to which you lean up, flicking haechan’s forehead and going “i think you mean, you’re mine now.”

the happiness that floats around you two and the buzz of new love almost makes you forget

that your future,,,,with haechan,,,,,,,is still at best - minimal

you and haechan finally get some alone time after everything, you’’re sitting back at the pool

where haechan has watched you touch the water gently but has chosen to stay away from it

“haechan,,,,,when you pulled me down here. you said that you had a secret”

“that im a mermaid, yeah.”

“no, but you said the secret helps you be a better dancer. is being a mermaid tied to that?”

haechan slides down from the bleacher, he sits criss crossed beside you and stares down into the water

“mermaids,,,,,,,,have skills humans don’t. breathing under water is the big one, but because of that mermaids,,,,,,we can naturally move more fluidly.”

haechan suddenly moves closer to the edge, looking around first and then stretching out his legs so that he can dangle them over the edge of the pool

“mermaids are great swimmers, but we’re not always swimming - in the water we can glide and that’s taught me how to move my body in away humans,,,,,would say looks beautiful. it looks beautiful because it looks like dancing.”

suddenly he pushes himself completely into the water and you move, panicked

only to see him emerge, the side of his neck glistening and showcasing his set of gills

“so are you saying - because you’re a mermaid you just,,,,,dance better?”

haechan grins, diving back into the water only to come up with a gigantic splash and a flip that pushes his whole body out of the water

his tail majestically falling behind him

you stare, amazed and shocked that that’s haechan

that’s the boy you love

“you could say i was just born with this unfair advantage because being ‘rhythmic’ is just how mermaids function. the water, the waves - it all shaped me to be this way.”

he swims closer to the edge

and you lean over it

letting your hand come out, gently pushing the strands of haechan’s dark wet hair back

“well i hope the ballet academy doesn’t find out, or they’ll say you cheated to get in”

you joke, but haechan takes a hold of your wrist

in a serious tone he goes, “i know you think the academy will tear us apart. but you’re the only one aside from my family who knows who i really am. i dont plan on letting you go.”

you breath almost catches in your throat

has he known ive been worried all along?

and you fell your eyes almost well up

“haechan, i dont want you to have to think about me when making your decisions. being a professional dancer should be your only concern-”

“it is. but loving you is not something i want or will stop.”

you want to say something, but haechan suddenly tugs

and you go, flailing hands and all, right into the pool

but haechan pulls you in, pulls you up against him

and like this you can see the matching gold undertones of his eyes

the scales that frame the gills on his neck

and just the handsome face of boy you love

“i chose to let you know about this, i chose to make you a big part of my life. i want you to know that.”

he presses his nose against your cheek

it’s wet and cold, but you only want to lean into it. lean into haechan’s arms forever

“ok, but -”

haechan pulls back, he looks anxious of what you’ll say next

but instead of that

you playfully splash some of the water at him and go “but don’t ever pull me into a pool without warning again! you’re a mermaid so you’ll be fine, but you know im no good at swimming!”

haechan’s smile grows wide on his face

“no good at swimming, dancing, or kissing - yet i still love you!”

you huff, crossing your arms

“hey - you liked kissing me!”

“sure, sure keep telling yourself that!”

you try to flick him again, but haechan dives back under only to resurface behind you and close his arms around you

surprised, you let out a laugh - telling him to let go but then you hear him whisper gently against your ear

“no good at a lot of things, but you’re just perfect at making me want to be yours forever.”

#hmm ............#this is like a um.....ballet dancer!au/mermaid!au idk #i just want sm to give haechan all the gold jewels #haechan scenarios #donghyuck scenarios #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct imagines #haechan imagines #donghyuck imagines #nct #sfw #haechan #mermaid!au

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