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lustfulslxt · 4 months

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hi hi! "local" anon here, and i just had a rlly good idea that ik you will deliver perfectly.

matt "accidently" sends reader a d pick and she's all flustered but just doesn't say anything, until like the next day when they all like go out to dinner and everyone's in their own conversation. she just brings it up like, "so what was that pic you sent last night?" and he knows EXACTLY what she's talking about, but is all like "huh? what?"

but then, later that night, she ends up sending a risky pic of her own and then he just texts her saying to like 'come over immediately' or he's coming over to her house and then yk what!!

again, i love your writing and i know you will NOT disappoint with this!! Love you ! 😘

Take The Risk - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : spicy pics and smuttt

a/n : finally!! am i right?? pls look the other way if this is shit, like actually fr.. lmaoooo

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“This is actually impossible. I’m gonna die of old age before I finish this thing.” I groan to myself, letting my head fall forward onto the table.

It’s been weeks of me staring at all of these pieces, all the exact same, aside from the shape. I’m determined to complete it. I lift my head up, an irregular piece slowly falling from my forehead.

“Who came up with this shit? Why are they so against me?” I ask no one in particular, seeing as I’m completely alone.

I’m convinced whoever created this was just trying to spite me. I can never back of out a challenge, they had to have known that. It’s been hours since I first sat down to work on it today, I am bored out of my mind, but I still can’t put the pieces down. Just as I’m about to toss my head back and cry from frustration, I realize I only have five pieces left. I jump forward, laying them all out in front of me, studying their pattern and the way they could all fit together. It takes maybe another ten minutes before I finally get it.

The last asymmetrical piece, snaps into place, completing the array of silver configuration. Twenty two days, six hundred fifty four pieces later. There she sits, in all her glory. Silver (Krypt), the hardest jigsaw puzzle to solve. This puzzle has no pictures, instead, it simply consists of hundreds of silver pieces, with a circular center and surrounding pieces making the finished jigsaw a plain rectangle. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this thing.

“Never back down, never what?!” I exclaim, jumping up from my seated position, only now realizing how bad my posture is from the ache in my back. I reach my hand around, holding my back as I groan, “Fuck.”

Straightening up, I grab my phone and immediately snap a picture of the completed puzzle. I just have to show Matt, he’s going to be thrilled. I send the photo to him on snapchat, then head to my kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and a bag of chips to snack on, then go upstairs to relax in my bedroom. Once I put my show on the TV, I notice a notification from Matt.

Matty B

NO WAY YOU FINISHED IT

I DID

Matty B

only took you a month lmao

BYE

it was hard asf 👹

Matty B

me too

UM EXCUSE ME

Matty B

whattt

myb

🌚 you can’t just say that then b like ‘mY bAd’

Matty B

i didn’t mean it

Matty B

congrats on finishing the puzzle tho

now i don’t have to listen to you complaining about the creator being against you

blocked.

Matty B

LMFAO

bro. i was joke

awesome to hear bro

I roll away from my phone, grabbing my chips to eat while I watch TV. An hour goes by, before I make my way to the bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth, then strip into my pajamas to finally go to sleep. Walking back into my room, I grab my phone to check one last time. As I plug my charger into it, I notice a snapchat from Matt. Upon opening it, my jaw drops.

There, on my screen, is a picture of a dick. Matt’s dick; fully erect, veins dancing alongside it, the tip pink with dribbles of precum. His hand sits at the base, unintentionally giving me a visual comparison of the size, and boy, it’s something. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight, before snapping out of it and realizing my best friend just sent me a picture of his cock.

I’m at a loss for words. I can’t even think properly, far from being able to articulate a response. So, I just lock my phone and lay down. Yet, every time I close my eyes, I see his dick staring back at me, begging to be touched. I can feel the arousal building in me, my walls now clenching around nothing. Tossing and turning, attempting to ignore the growing desire, I deeply sigh. It’s going to be a long night.

I look at my phone screen, observing myself in my front camera. I’m currently about to walk into the restaurant where I’m having dinner with Matt, Nick, Chris, Nate, and Madi. I haven’t addressed the picture Matt sent me yesterday, and he hasn’t brought it up either, but it’s still lingering in my mind.

Putting my phone away, I lock my car and strut towards the entrance of the restaurant. Upon entering, a hostess greets me and directs to the table where my friends reside.

“Y/N!” Nate cheers, causing the rest of them to look over at me, smiles appearing on all of their faces.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m a little late.” I apologize, scooting in next to Matt.

“You’re all good, I ordered your drink already.” Matt informs me, “They should be coming around shortly.”

I smile, “Thanks, Matty.”

Within five minutes, we all receive our drinks and order our food. While waiting on our meals, we resume light conversation. However, I cannot stop thinking about the picture Matt sent me. Every time I look at him, I feel my heart beat faster and my breath gets caught in my throat. Are we just going to forget about it? Is that what he expects? I can’t just forget.

As the other four indulge in their own conversations, I notice Matt is silent, so I use this as my chance to confront him about it.

“Matt?” I call out, loud enough for him to hear me, yet quiet enough so the others don’t.

His directs his attention to me, softly humming in response as his eyebrows raise, expectantly.

“Um, about yesterday..” I trail off, attempting to read his body language.

I see him slightly tense up, clearing his throat as he looks at me, feigning confusion, “What?”

I give him a pointed look, “That picture you sent last night.”

He looks around as if trying to rack his brain, his eyebrows furrowing as he shrugs, “What are you talking about?”

I sigh, coming to a realization that I’m going to get nowhere with this. He knows what I’m talking about. I know he knows, I can see it all over him. Two can play at that game.

I clearly my throat and shake my head, “Actually nothing, forget about it.”

For the rest of the evening, we don’t speak on that topic again. We all just enjoy our food and the company of each other.

After dinner, I arrive home and immediately head to the bathroom for a shower. The entire night, my mind has been stuck on Matthew, wishing we talked about it, longing for more. We’ve never been anything other than friends, but he lit something in me, a fire that I can’t seem to put out. Should I call him over it? Should I do what he did to me?

After getting dressed in nothing but a black lingerie set, I sit in front of my bedroom mirror. I do look good, but should I really do this? Just take a picture and send it? I give myself another once over, before deciding to turn around and lean forward, snapping a quick photo.

I don’t know how much time has passed as I sit there, staring at my screen. My fingers hover over the picture, unsure of what to say, or if I should say anything at all. Taking a deep breath, I full send, then quickly put my phone down, suddenly ridden with more anxiety as I anticipate his response.

Hopefully I’m not reading more into this situation than what it is. Surely Matt is just playing hard to get. If he didn’t mean to send the picture, he would’ve just said that, right? I try to convince myself that he’s just being a tease, but the more I think about it, the more the pit in my stomach grows. After what feels like forever, I reach for my phone and my immediately face falls.

Opened 12 minutes ago.

Before I can even think a single thought, knocks on my front door sound throughout the silent atmosphere. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I grab my black silk robe and slip it on while walking towards the door. Peeking through the peephole, I see Matt standing there, looking antsy. I freeze, my hand stuck on the doorknob, unable to complete the motion of turning it. I toss my head back, taking a deep breath, before pulling the door open. His eyes light up once he sees me, his gaze flickering over my figure before he makes his way inside.

Within seconds, his lips are on mine, needy and desperate. Taking a few seconds to get over the initial shock, my lips move against his, my hands looping around his neck as his hands pull me in closer by my waist. Without removing his lips from mine, he kicks the door shut and walks me backwards, towards my couch.

As soon as my legs hit the side, he pulls back and asks, “Is this okay?”

I eagerly nod, “More than okay.”

A small grin pulls to his lips before they’re back on mine, kissing me with so much hunger. His hands grope at every one of my curves, squeezing and kneading my skin. His hands suddenly grab my robe, pulling it down my arms and letting it fall behind me, before he pulls away and takes in my appearance once again. He licks his lips and tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, and I can see the bulge stiffening in his pants.

“Fuck, you’re so fine.” He groans, pulling me back into him.

His hands forcefully grab my face and he slams his lips onto mine once again, pulling our bodies flush together. My hands tread through his hair, tugging as he turns my head to the side and moves his mouth to work down my jaw to my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, his tongue licking and his teeth biting. I can feel my arousal pool in between my legs, and I have to squeeze them together to relieve the tension. His hands travel down to my ass, tightly squeezing and massaging it, only making me more wet as I let out a soft moan.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, “What do you want, baby?”

I lick my lips, letting out a breath, “You. I want you, Matt.”

Instantly, he pulls his shirt off and comes back to me, pressing his lips on mine again. I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor. His hands immediately make their way to my boobs, and I’m melting in his palms. He grips them tenderly yet firm, pulling more moans from me. He leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as he pinches the opposite one.

The desire in me grows stronger with every touch he graces me with. He knows what he’s doing, and I’m weak in the knees because of it. Kissing me with so much passion and lust, his fingers slip into the waistband of my bottoms, pulling them down with ease, only breaking the kiss to fully remove them. My hands tug at his pants, wanting him to take those off as well, which he does, along with his boxers. We’re left standing, completely naked, and hungry for one another.

He places a couple of soft kisses against my lips, before quickly spinning me around and bending me over the side of the couch. His hands travel down my back, applying just the right amount of pressure, causing me to clench in anticipation. His fingers dig into the skin of my ass, jiggling it, and gripping it with enough strength to surely leave bruises. One of his hands breaks away from me, only to come right back with extreme speed and force. I yelp, jerking forward at the feeling of his hand colliding with my bare skin, a moan soon following as he rubs the place he smacked.

“Just wanna make you feel good, baby.” He whispers against my ear, his fingers trailing between my legs, running over my core.

I let out a whimper, pushing back against his hand for more, but his other hand places a firm hold on my back, keeping me in place. His fingers run through my folds, becoming slick with my wetness, causing him to let out a groan. His fingertips rub my clit in slow and soft circles, adding more pressure and speed with every second, leaving me quivering with moans.

“Mm, such a good girl.” He praises, sinking two fingers into my entrance, ripping a loud moan from my mouth.

“Just wanna be a good girl for you.” I find myself saying in between the whimpers of pleasure.

His pace increases, his fingers pumping in and out of me while his other hand runs up and down my back. I could feel the orgasm building so quickly, begging for release. His hand moves from my back, and starts tracing circles onto my clit once more, his fingers inside me going even faster. My legs start shaking and I’m now putting all my weight onto the couch, way too weak to stand on my own.

“So wet.” Matt mumbles in delight at the sound of his fingers in my juices, “Bet you taste so good.”

“F-fuck, feels so good.” I moan, shuddering as he increases his speed even more. “Gon-gonna cum.”

“Let go, baby.”

His fast movements and the sound of his raspy voice fuel my orgasm, my climax falling upon me quickly. I clench around his fingers, letting myself go and cum all over his hands. He continues finger fucking me, letting me ride out my high. He removes his hands from me and I look back in time to see him sucking all of my juices off of his fingers. The sight alone had me clenching again, eager for more.

“I knew it.” He moans against his fingers, “Taste like I could eat you forever.”

I stand back up on shaky legs, turning to face him and pulling him into a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining and exploring each other’s mouth. His hand comes up to my throat, gently squeezing it, pulling me closer, before pulling us apart altogether.

“We’re not done yet, my sweet girl.” He smirks against my lips, turning me back around and laying me over the couch once again.

He wraps his hand around his dick, stroking it a few times, then runs it through my folds, causing me to shake from the sensitivity. Without a word, he places one hand on my lower back and slowly slides himself in my entrance.

A high pitched moan falls from my lips as he groans, tossing his head back, “Fuck. Been wanting this forever, baby. Feel better than I’ve ever imagined.”

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, sliding backwards to take all of him in me. He moans loudly, tightly gripping my hips. He holds me in place as he starts thrusting, digging deeper into me with every pump. His strokes get faster and harder, our skin slapping together as I become a moaning mess. My whole body shakes with every movement of his, my face buried into the sofa, muffling my sounds as he fucks me. My legs tremble as he hits exactly where I need him, and I instantly begin clenching around him.

His hand wraps around my hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugs my head back, “I wanna hear your pretty moans, baby. You like the way I fuck you?”

“Mmm, yes. I love it-” I sound out, breathless from the pleasure. “You fuck me s-so good.”

His thrusts quicken and his grip on my hip tightens. The knot in my stomach continues growing, proving my statement to be true. I’ve never been fucked like this, and I can’t help but think about how I’m so glad I sent him that picture.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking me so well. My good girl.” He moans, his hips sputtering.

The pressure in my stomach becomes too much and it’s hard holding it in, my hands gripping the cushions beneath me. He leans forward, his hands intertwining with mine as his lips trail open mouth kisses up and down my back. I can’t help the moans that keep pouring from my mouth, feeling nothing but pure bliss.

“I can feel you clenching around me.” He whispers in my ear, “Cum on my cock, so I can fill you up, pretty girl.”

With that, I let go. My entire body shakes as pornographic moans fall from my lips, my pussy clenching around him so tightly. His strokes become erratic and his moans and groans are louder than before. He quickens his pace as he chases his high, instantly filling me up with a loud raspy moan emitting from his mouth. He continues thrusting into me, pushing his cum deeper. He leans back, standing up straight as we both catch our breaths. His hands find my back once again, softly massaging it. He pulls out, my legs twitching from the stimulation. His hands move down to my ass, gently squeezing it, before he helps me up.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, turning me to face him, keeping his hands around my waist for support.

“Like we should’ve done that a long time ago.” I grin, still breathless.

“We can always make up for lost time.” He grins, placing his forehead on mine.

I nod as we both laugh before he places a few kisses on my cheeks and lips. His hand grabs mine and he pulls me even more into him, capturing my lips in a deep but loving kiss.

“Let’s take a shower, so I can clean you up.” He suggests.

My face heats up and I nod once more, following him upstairs as he never lets my hand go.

Our friendship just changed entirely and I can’t wait for what’s in store for us, because I know it’s going to be euphoric.

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a/n : tadaaa!!! ugh i hope this wasn’t shit, it’s been forever :((( lmk what you think! requests are closed bc i have wayyy too many that i need to catch up on, but i’m hoping i can get back into it! love uu <333

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jarviscockerssecrethusband · 19 days

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Steve was meant to be working on his confidence. Billy wasn’t helping.

Autistic skill regression had hit him pretty hard after he broke up with Nancy and what had used to be Steve just being a usual dumb jock with a social life landed him slap bang into special ed. Because he’d traded in a stealth hate watching Kalvin Garrah life of parties, hookups where he never really took his clothes off and being King Steve, to not even being able to leave his house and struggling to talk.

Billy was meant to be a social coach, whatever that meant and get him back on his feet so that he’d actually be able to go to college without having a mental breakdown. What Billy was actually doing was making Steve freak the fuck out.

He was remarkably academic, a straight A student who mouthed off just enough teachers to stay popular while helping his single mom with his younger brother Max. He was hot, fit, creative and Steve had to use an aac device to ask for a glass of water.

Even Robin liked him and Robin hated pretty much everyone. That just rubbed salt into the wound of high school hiring a friend for him.

At first, he resisted it as much as humanly possible. Every opportunity he got, Steve would give Billy the slip and crawl back into the janitors closet with his notepad and sketchbook. Then get a lecture from his parents and the principal about it being for his own good. He couldn’t just refuse to talk to people forever.

Steve decided to take that as a personal challenge.

Billy took it all in his stride of course. That was the bit that pissed off Steve the most. He could be the most bitchy King Steve diva and the guy wouldn’t even be phased. Nobody was allowed to be that perfect.

Then Steve found out about Neil. The puzzle pieces started to slot together a little easier after that.

He decided to go a little easier on Billy. Begrudgingly, they got through the worksheet about appropriate responses to the word hello (patronising drawings included) and made it onto the shopping scenario. Billy decided to take a smoke break after that.

They both smoked in silence for five minutes. It was a nice change of pace and god did Billy look hot while smoking. Steve kept that thought to himself.

He got invited to Billy’s house that night. His younger brother opened the door, rolled his eyes and yelled like a banshee until Billy came skidding across the hall, hair still wet from a shower. Probably had a date afterwards as a treat for hanging out with someone as dumb as Steve.

The hangout was mostly sitting on Billy’s bed, laughing at truly horrendous archived Instagram posts until dinner. Billy had actually made him dinner. Mac and cheese.

Steves favourite.

Things were different when Steve came back to school on the Monday. There was an invitation to sit at Billy’s table at lunch, with the cool kids. Steves old friends. He took it.

Steve had really missed Carol. She was great and seemed genuinely excited to have Steve back. Even if he’d gone nonverbal again so couldn’t really talk to her properly.

Billy was absolutely jubilant. Of course it was probably just because he wouldn’t have to be saddled with Steve for much longer, but Steve chose to believe it was because he genuinely wanted Steve to be happy.

The crush had also become rapidly apparent, much to Steve’s dismay. Billy wasn’t doing much good for the matter considering how touchy feely he’d started being. It started out with just shoulder squeezes and a friendly arm across Steve’s shoulder but then they started cuddling. Billy kissing Steve’s cheek. In school. So Steve started doing it back because he certainly wasn’t complaining and hell maybe this was how straight guys acted nowadays.

It was very confusing and looking up why is my friend kissing me just led him to a porn site. But asking why it was happening might have made it stop so Steve just didn’t.

Then Billy asked him to the prom. That was even more confusing.

So Steve did the intelligent thing and asked “like, as bros right?”

Billy appeared to be doing his best impression of a startled horse at that question so Steve made the guess that he may have committed some sort of social faux pas.

Then he very patiently explained that they’d been dating since the day of homemade mac and cheese. That put a lot of things in perspective.

Steve said yes. Billy cried.

Then Steve discovered that a gay makeout beat a “he’s just straight and this is what straight guys do now” makeout by a mile.

This fic is a gift for @dragonflylady77 who is amazing and deserves the world (for any allistics reading unfortunately school assigning you a friend if you’re autistic is a very real experience 💀)

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #trans steve harrington #autistic steve harrington #trans max mayfield

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septic-skele · 4 months

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UT - It's Illegible Chicken Scratch

Summary: Papyrus' classmates think he's a tryhard. His teacher thinks he's not trying hard enough. Sans thinks he may need to do some research on dysgraphia.

A/N: In which I take that one line about Papyrus' puzzle notes (see title) and ruuuun with it

Papyrus had a…complicated relationship with his words.

Complicated: c-o-m-p-l-i-c-a-t-e-d. See, he knew how to spell it, unlike some of the other third grade students; he could recite the letters aloud without stumbling and recognize them when they were in a book with ease—so why couldn’t he put those very same letters down neatly on this expectant piece of paper?

His vocabulary (v-o-c-a-b-u-l-a-r-y) was supposed to be a point of pride. He and his brother were font-based by design; words were their specialty. Sans put his practice toward making even the smallest, most casual words more effective but Papyrus had always wanted to aim higher. Maybe it was the upper-caser in him; he devoured the puzzle of sounding out larger, longer syllables, echoing them over and over (even a little uncontrollably sometimes) until they settled just right in his mouth.

When he piped up to contribute to older monsters’ conversations, they would often exclaim that he was “so well spoken for his age!” Sans would look at him with such a fond warmth in his eyelights and reply, “Yep, that’s my bro. He’s the coolest.”

The other kids in his class didn’t seem to share the sentiment, not even after he offered to help them with the words of the day. He had hoped studying together would be the start to a friendship (or at the very least what Sans called a give-and-take relationship.) Maybe if they were friends, they would in turn help him in the areas of study where they all excelled and he might, theoretically, ever so slightly fall short.

Instead they accused him of thinking they were stupid, insulting them just because he knew they wouldn’t understand. They complained to the teacher that he was being a showoff, using all these fancy words to act like he was better than them.

Perhaps it had reminded his teacher of the bad mood she was in last week when Papyrus told her the spelling flash cards were too easy. Whatever the case may be, she had issued a challenge: “Well, if you’re so confident in using your words, you can practice your cursive with the fourth grade word list.”

It wasn’t the more advanced list that dropped Papyrus’ soul into the pit of his metaphorical stomach. It was that one particular word: cursive.

Reading and recitation were doable, give-and-take; he was given letters, words, phrases and took them with him for future use. Writing, however, was…not that. It was the far less fun kind of puzzle, too much giving with too much room for mistakes—and he made many, many mistakes.

The margins of the designated writing zone never moved yet somehow he always managed to over- or underestimate how much room he had on the paper, sentences skidding sideways. The level of concentration he needed to make letters fit between the lines was ridiculous and it usually led to him missing some crucial punctuation. The joints in his fingers ached with every painstaking swirl of the pencil, and that was when he put his all into typical uppercase.

Cursive was, true to the name, a curse, and his teacher was well aware. She couldn’t not be, considering the number of exasperated conversations she and Sans had about it after class. After just such an occasion this afternoon, Sans even put on the serious tone when they got home, cajoling Papyrus to explain what was wrong, to just be honest with him. If he had hurt his hand at some point and decided to hide it from him, if it had healed wrong and it was affecting his line work—

Some of their frustration must have rubbed off on him because Papyrus’ honesty was a little louder than necessary. “It didn’t heal wrong because I didn’t hurt it! Whenever I try to write, it hurts without being hurt! I can see—” That didn’t sit quite right in his mouth for the context. Hissing a sharp breath through his teeth, he adjusted. “I can vis-u-al-ize the words I want but my head can’t make my hand write them! Either hand. I’ve tried both!” When his brother’s eye sockets narrowed, his irritation gave way to pleading, his offending hands flailing at the equally offending worksheet. “Just look at it, Sans! I know those words and you know I know them! I can read them, I can say them, I just can’t make them!”

“You can’t,” Sans repeated, and though his tone was unreadable, it still stung. “Can’t”, however small it may be, was a word Papyrus rarely ever liked using, especially in regards to himself. He preferred to think with enough optimism and time, he could do anything! But this? Detailing every one of those curling, spiraling lines with no slips, no misjudging the size, no smudges or streaks?

“No, I…can’t.” Resisting the urge to hunch his shoulders, he lowered his gaze, took another sharp breath and tried to pretend it didn’t catch in his throat. “But…I can try harder. I can try really, really hard if it means my teachers will stop yelling at the both of us. And I apologize for yelling at you just now too.” That was rather hypocritical: h-y-p-o—

“Hey.”

Sans lightly nudged his mandible, coaxing him to peek back up. His sockets were still narrowed, still serious, but thankfully not disbelieving or angry.

“Just because you can’t do it doesn’t mean you aren’t trying. I’m an expert at not trying, remember? I think I’d know if you weren’t. And just because you’re trying real hard doesn’t mean you can’t have help. But if I wanna help, I need to know when something is hurting you. Cause your homework shouldn’t be doing that. Do your hands hurt every single time you write?”

“Not as much if it’s something short but…even then, the pencil doesn’t make the letters small enough to suit the smaller words. They sit right in my thoughts but not on the paper.”

“Huh. And your teacher, how often is she getting mad at you for this? As often as she gets mad at me?”

That sounded suspiciously like Sans using his casual words to achieve an effect Papyrus might not agree with (or even be privy to.) Why did it feel like he might get someone in trouble? “Only as often as I do it wrong…”

“Huh,” Sans exhaled again, and there was a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it flash of anger, just as Papyrus happened to blink. “Well, seeing as she couldn’t be bothered to ask nicely, I don’t see why you should have to bother with this.”

“What? Why not? What does that mean?”

Sans shrugged, folding the paper with surprising neatness before tucking it into his jacket. “I’ll take care of it. I’ve slept through my third and fourth grade classes already; it ought to be a breeze.”

“Sans, you can’t just do my homework for me!” Papyrus sputtered incredulously. “That’s cheating! And it wouldn’t even be clever cheating, considering our very different, very well-known fonts!”

“Who said I was gonna do it for you? I’m just gonna supervise like Teach told me—heh, ‘like a real, proper guardian would’—while Papyrus does it.”

For a moment Papyrus had to uncharacteristically wonder if Sans had gotten enough sleep last night. “Right. Yes. Papyrus…which is me…who, as we just discussed, can’t do it.”

Sans’ only response to that was one of his annoyingly cryptic winks before he padded toward the stairs. “Our fonts are pretty recognizable, aren’t they?” he mused offhanded after three or four steps. “Couldn’t mistake ’em for anything but Comic Sans and Papyrus. We fonts are so recognizable, the computer’s got a database chalk full of ’em. In fact, I think I saw one under the P’s that looks juuust like you and it doesn’t even hurt. The wonders of technology!”

“Wha—Sans!” As soon as his brother took a shortcut out of sight, Papyrus was bounding toward the stairs, hollering after him. “That sounds like a lot of effort to not try while helping me, in the worst possible way!”

“Sorry, can’t hear you! Me and Papyrus are too busy studying real hard up here where it’s quiet,” Sans called down the hall. “And actually, we’re making so much progress and I’m so proud, I might just make a fancy printout of his work when he’s done to show your teacher!”

“Sans!”

Forgery: f-o-r-g-e-r-y.

#undertale #fanfiction #sans #papyrus #neurodivergent #dysgraphia #babybones #tw background ableism #brotherly love #sans is a good brother

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herecomethefuzzz · 8 months

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heyy can u write something similar to your schlatt hcs, but with ted? not necessarily a podcast but maybe doing a video together and it being so apparent that ted has feelings towards reader ❤️

HIII ANON !!! of course i can !! this was very fun to write. you can probably tell i got a little bit carried away. i js love ted so much hes a silly man. anyway here you go !!!!! enjoy (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

- you n ted had known eachother for a while

- you had a very good friendship, you guys literally fit together like the pieces of a puzzle

- ted knew that he needed to upload another video, but he had literally no idea what to do. until one afternoon when he was brainstorming he realised he could invite you to film something with him!!

- his fans were familiar with you. he'd talk about memories he had with you in videos or in his very rare streams, and you'd joined him in a couple videos before. all his fans thought you had chemistryyyyy :3 (they all want you to kiss)

- the videos you were in ended up getting a shit ton of views, with many people loving the way you and ted bounced off eachother and always managed to make eachother laugh

- and so he messaged you, literally just sending you "hey you wanna make a video together?? like right now????"

- obviously you said yes, i mean, who wouldn't wanna make a video with THE ted nivison??? even though you had no clue what you'd be doing in the video, you were excited as fuck

- and now here you are. sat with ted behind the island in the middle of the kitchen, with a couple cameras facing you. your eyes wander over the very random assortment of liquids sat infront of you, and then they move over to the very large gin glasses directly infront of you both.

- "you're joking." you say, turning to him. he just laughs and turns to the camera. "so!" he begins, clapping his hands with a shit-eating grin on his face. "as you can probably tell, me and my very good friend, who you all know very well, are going to be making some absolutely terrifying cocktails!!"

- you sigh loudly, putting your head in your hands. "why'd i agree to do this." ted just looks over to you with a sympathetic expression. "awwww it won't be that baddd. i won't be too mean, i promise."

- you look up at him as he says this, and he winks at you before quickly turning back to the camera. if he looks at you for too long, he's gonna start blushing. you try SO DAMN HARD not to look overly flustered.

- and this is when shit gets crazy. all sorts of liquids are being thrown together, and jesus christ they just get worse. ted is constantly staring at you, hanging onto your every word. he just thinks you look so pretty, even when you're coughing and spluttering because of a god AWFUL cocktail he'd just made you.

- he's just staring the whole video. my boy is fucking 🤩ing at you. although whenever you make eye contact with him he turns to the camera, blurting out something to do with whatevers happening at that moment.

- on occasion he'd actually maintain eye contact and say something so stupidly funny that it makes you both crack up and ohhhh my god it's so wholesome

- that silly man is so in love with youuuuuu OHHHH MY GODDDD

- at one point he was like "hey. even if you are choking because i've just mixed pickle juice and mayonnaise in a glass and given it to you, you are still the prettiest friend i have"

- DEAD. ON THE FLOOR BRO. LIKE ACTUALLY. you kinda splutter on the beyond disgusting drink and stare at him, your face red from both choking and from what he said. he just laughs, again, and continues on as if nothing happened. he didn't know what else to say he was just taken aback by how ATTRACTIVE YOU ARE

- what a silly little guy. he is definitely in love with you you should kiss him

#sylv's writing :3 #ted nivison #ted nivison x reader #i actually had the time of my life writing this #very fun

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I'm trying to think now why The problem wasn't solved earlier like what happened to the sources did they actually got destroyed or went somewhere else also it was left for people like George to figure it out but.. I think

Cause of Lucy and it wasn't only her talented but the way she solved things yk? She didn't want to straight up eradicate the problem sometimes seemed like she wanted to understand jt??? I might going too far anyways then there's lockwood

I feel like George wanted to solve The Problem partly because it was just a massive puzzle for him to sink his teeth into (same, bro).

It’s unclear how much DEPRAC and researchers were actually trying to solve it - I suppose with hauntings being so dangerous they must have spent more time researching safety precautions and new tech etc. rather than looking for a root cause when they were also baffled.

Definitely super interesting to me though, because I could figure it out but then, the bone glass was a humongous puzzle piece and that was completely protected by an NDA. I assume DEPRAC and the government was a tangled mess of NDAs so no one truly had the whole story in order to fit the pieces together!

#book analysis #bobby talks #lockwood and co #lockwood and co spoilers #bobby answers #mutuals

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now, let's see some questions............

1. do the bros find each other attractive?

2. how is their compatibility?

3. some thoughts about their relationship? (looks at you with a serious face from behind the glasses – we need an emoji for that 🤓 this one is not serious enough)

I'll indulge you bc i respect your audacity but I'd like to know which gutter you crawled out of (affectionately💞)

according to their sim profiles (& their preferences, which were developed based on who they have already or will eventually get with story-wise) Yes .. but NOTE that it's Just attractive rather than Very or Extremely, so sit ur butt back down 🫵

2. nothing about compatibility based on the WW mod (no puzzle pieces or anything like that) but OK full transparency umm they did recently start autonomously flirting with each other I BLAME DIEGO OK !!! u know how when 2 sims are flirty + a 3rd joins the convo That sim gets flirty too... Ya. they kept flirting even after diego left it was Madness I had to cancel so many interactions for straight DAYS until I gave up n just cheated their romance value to 0 kjgldjg so now they have a scorned lil red line in the romance bar sorry boys </3 take from that what u will

3. as for my own Personal interpretation 😮‍💨✊ (that's me clearing my throat) look I tried really hard not to turn this into an astrology thing but every thought directs me back to their charts! I'd argue it even fits their EA lore to a T bc For Starters aries & libra are sister signs right like technical polar opposites, but its those clashing extremes of their personalities that balance each other out so well ⚖️

and tbh a lot of aspects in their charts kinda point to extremes - both with a pleasure-seeking fire venus (sergio - leo, joaquin - aries) which demands attention and makes every desire feel especially heavy 🥩 then they have these stubborn moons (sergio - taurus, joaquin - scorpio) that need a strong sense of security to feel at ease & if we wanna be silly, we can relate this to the part of their EA description that talks about climbing ranks/making money/furnishing their house -- shared motifs of financial stability and the necessary comfort of home yada yada (what is this, an AP english class??) but litrally... little in common but the finer things in life 4 real...

ALL THAT BEING SAID / TLDR: I think when they have their shit together their relationship is a really fun + rewarding balancing act that gets tighter with time and inadvertently makes the other a better version of themself but when it's bad it's Bad and though I think they were a little rocky/frigid/unsure of what to make of the other upon first meeting, it hasn't necessarily gotten Bad™ yet to the point of an explosive fight that various aspects of their chart show they're certainly capable of having, all low blows and personal attacks from accumulated knowledge about each other throughout the years. hopefully it stays that way 🙂👍

#'some thoughts on their relationship?' *writes an entire analysis on their birthcharts* ENOUGH!! enough #queuing this at midnight while ur all hopefully asleep Perceive @ Ur Own Risk <3 #asks

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Oh yeah, gee and mikey are totally soulmates. they fit together snug like puzzle pieces when mikey's balls deep in his big bro

#gw #mw #gw + mw #waycest #tw incest #co signed

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When people talk about the Mario RPGs, the main talking point tends to be the unique settings, characters and ideas, separate from the usual Mario fare they provide. A very understandable thing to prioritize, but for this essay, I wanna give praise to something else.

To be precise, I wanna discuss why Paper Mario 64 is a genuinely beautiful example of how to translate Mario into the RPG world.

While not the first Mario RPG, PM64 is the first one to be released in the 3D era of the series and it takes advantage of that right away, by giving control to the player in a piece of recognizable iconography, Peach’s castle. The first floor, while not an exact replica, is styled to resemble its appearance in Super Mario 64, immediately hitting the player with a fuzzy sense of familiarity.

This feeling continues once Bowser arrives and the plot kicks in. It is a classic Mario vs Bowser tale, but adapted to suit the genre. Bowser has found a new source of power via the Star Rod, so Mario has to save the 7 Star Spirits spread across 7 different locations, to find a way to overcome Bowser’s new power.

The ‘’collect this many of this macguffin’’ set-up is very standard RPG stuff, but Mario by itself is no stranger to it either. Get the magic rods back from the Koopalings in SMB3, save all the Yoshi eggs in World and collect the six golden coins to face Wario in SML2. What really brings it together in Paper Mario’s case, is the Chapter set-up, which feels most inspired by SMB3, which is further supported by how the victory fanfare when saving a Star Spirit, is the same as when returning the kings back to normal in SMB3.

In SMB3, Mario and Luigi travel through 8 unique worlds, the final one being Bowser’s domain. Each of these worlds had a theme that would inform the gimmicks of the platforming challenges they face.

Paper Mario does something very similar with its 8 Chapters. All of them have a unique theme and task Mario to deal with whatever problems Bowser and his troops are causing in those locations. It is the same kind of set-up, except adapted to fit into a RPG. As if to drive that point home further, the game even starts off with a Grassland, while the second chapter is a desert, just like in SMB3 and something that, thanks to the New Super Mario Bros series, will ring even more familiar these days.

Chapter 1 in general takes what I said about the immediate familiarity of Peach’s Castle and does something very similar to it. You travel through a grassland, solving some light puzzles, visiting a Koopa Village and facing the more basic mooks of the game. This is capped off by you entering a large castle at the very end of the road and making your way through to that, until you face off against a Fake Bowser on a bridge, ala’ SMB1. Once he’s dealt with, you fight the Koopa Bros and the chapter is done.

This is the most blatant the game ever gets about it, the castle even has a multitude of SMB3 remixes to further emphasize it, but the basic idea remains. It does help that almost all the Chapters have something that could be considered the castle of the area, like the volcano in chapter 5.

Of course, when I say Chapter 1 is basically a Mario platformer World 1, adapted into the form of an RPG, I should clarify what I mean with ‘’adapted’’ on a greater scale.

Mario is no stranger to all kinds of genres and to me, one of the series’ strengths is its ability to have its elements worked into other kinds of games, in ways that make sense.

For instance: Mario Kart. Koopa shells, which you can kick to take out enemies in the platformers, are now the main type of projectile to toss at your opponents. Red and Green shells behave differently. because Red and Green Koopas behave differently in the platformers.

Similarly, Mario Party’s entire set-up of competitive star collecting, has its roots in hunting Power Stars in Super Mario 64, just now in the form of a board game, with the minigames providing bursts of action.

Paper Mario meanwhile, takes the basic structure of what would be a World in a Mario game and puts its spin on how that would look like as an RPG. The battle system with its Action Commands and small platformer obstacles and challenges, further compliment this approach, keeping the Mario factor fully in mind.

The big distinction here is that RPGs, unlike most other genres Mario has dabbled in, are by their nature, story driven, so the game has to tackle some unique questions in how to make that transition.

Instead of every world being framed as an obstacle course for Mario to traverse, they are now part of a grander world, with towns and people. Koopa Village in Chapter 1 to go back to that, is the home of two of your partners and even the Koopa Bros themselves.

This village and everything around it, give the Koopas a sense of place in this world, beyond just being mooks and not all of them work for Bowser. Many just want to live their lives normally and like Mario. It’s something you see through the entire game, with every new place having some different dominant species. It’s not just Toads everywhere, the many species found in Mario and the level themes become part of a world and not just elements of abstract platform obstacle courses.

You can see things like that even as recent as the new Mario movie. That one had to figure out how to convey the world of a platformer in movie form and still give off a sense of a proper world. A task that from everything we have seen so far, it greatly succeeds at in my eyes.

What also helps is how it works elements of other Mario games into these settings. The K64 that brings you to Dry Dry Desert, is modeled after the trains in Mario Kart 64’s Kalimari Desert and the theme while riding it is even a remix of the track’s theme from that game. Heck, Kalimari Desert (and Mario & Wario’s Karakara Sabaku too) even translates to Dry Dry Desert, so they may very well all be the same location.

Chapter 5 meanwhile takes the jungle island setting and makes it one big Yoshi’s Island love letter. You got Yoshi Village of course, but even Ravens are hanging out there and right before entering the volcano, even has you meet up with Raphael the Raven, a boss from Yoshi’s Island.

Moments like this are obviously nice fanservice, but they also do a lot to give the world a sense of history. I am firmly in the camp of ‘’No, Mario does not have consistent continuity '’’. the games are in a loose cartoon canon where things can be bent and twisted as needed, as long as it makes for a fun game. Personally, I think that approach is perfectly okay for Mario, since it isn’t a story centric series.

Even with that in mind though, those elements from other games, combined with how the game translates Mario platformer elements into the game, really make Mario feel like a proper, connected world. Luigi mentions Mario Golf, Tennis and Party in his diary and yeah, I can totally buy these games all happened in this world.

The Peach sections of the game, to me, also give some nice perspective on her side of things during an average Mario adventure, which is something we really don’t get in the platformers. It also allows her to have some welcome agency and ability to take part in Mario’s adventure, instead of being treated like more of a goal to reach.

These kinds of things don’t just adapt Mario’s world into the RPG genre, it inherently expands on it, in a way that fits the needs of the genre, while staying distinctly Mario. Another inherent part of that expansion is a particular can of worms, NPC variety.

Before getting into this I should stress I have no desire to get into Old vs New Paper Mario debates. I do think the first two games are the best ones, though I do consider Origami King the runner-up. At the same time, I consider them to be good at completely different things.

In most Mario media the different species have little variety in design and as with the continuity thing, I think that’s perfectly fine. There just usually isn’t really much that calls for differing designs because engaging with the NPCs and with a story isn’t a big part of the games, if a part of them at all.

Even then though, these other forms of media will go for unique designs if a prominent use for them comes up. Toadsworth and Toadette are both Nintendo EAD creations, we got King Boo instead of Big Boo in Luigi’s Mansion, Odyssey has a female Goomba for a set of returning missions and so on.

Heck, Mario Golf of all things created a unique Mr. Blizzard King character, instead of just a oversized generic one, for it’s story mode:

Mario does this stuff plenty and in an RPG, the need for it is much bigger, since you will interact with NPCs a ton and it does a lot for the world of the game. Mook Koopas being visually distinguished from the civilian ones is one of many small examples of this effort to give different parts of a species a distinct identity, that you wouldn’t really see in the platformers, since those have little use for that.

As a Toad fan of course, I am also gonna love the distinct Toad designs. Being able to visually identify traits like age, gender and even where they live like the Desert Toads in Chapter 2, not only makes for visual variety, but it also allows for different Toads to express different personalities. Something as simple as a Toad boy and girl looking at the water together and Goombario’s tattle giving you info on them, can give all the basis the game needs to establish character and what their personalities are, which is then reflected in their dialogue if you choose to talk to them.

I have seen some dismissiveness towards the Toads having basic male/female/child designs that are reused across NPCs and I mean yeah, welcome to RPGs, that’s a very normal practice. It’s not just in the designs, the Mario Movie Toads are also showing a surprising level of personality, despite being generic in design, while the generics in the new RPGs fail to win me over. It’s more nuanced than that.

Minh T. at her core is a basic female Toad, with an extra bit to her outfit to signify her being the flower girl. That theme alone though, along with some brief story relevance and her name in japanese (literally Lip) make her a walking Panel de Pon reference, with a simple, but defined character.

This is the same kind of reason Professor Toad and Captain T. Ode from Origami King work really well. Design-wise, they stick close to the standard Toad template, but what design they get informs their personalities and in T. Ode’s case, even his backstory. Those visual cues are what allows them to express character and set themselves apart from the flood of generic Toads in their game, who are extremely interchangable and samey in writing and looks.

To put things into perspective, my favorite character of the core Mario cast is Toad. Regular ol’ vanilla Toad. Being a fan of him can be an exercise in frustrations though, since Nintendo is pretty loose at times, so I gotta explain how he does indeed wear a red vest sometimes and is distinguished by other official materials:

Or how the claim him and Captain Toad are different characters has been contradicted in-game:

On top of them having way too many things in common. Prominent red Toads who throw turnips, give out stars, have Toadette as a partner, act as leaders to other Toads and have been depicted with fairy partners (though in Captain’s case only in concept art):

It’s a big reason Movie Toad is so exciting to me.

He’s got the backpack, his adventurous side as Captain, SMB2, Wario’s Woods and tons of 90s stuff, he is the only red spots/blue vest Toad in the movie and he is the only one voiced by Keegan-Michael Key. Toad is a composite of his whole history and for once, properly individualized from the rest of his species.

While me being a Toad fan obviously adds a lot to my excitement, I do really think this stuff matters, we cling to the concept of individual members of a species (Toad, Yoshi, Kamek, Birdo, Boom Boom) for a reason.

While some may say this is where the RPGs take strong liberties, I honestly think that limiting species to stick to the base design is a pretty shallow concept of being faithful, especially when seeing everything Paper Mario 64 does.

Every single party member is from an existing Mario species. Same with every chapter boss except for Ch6 and Ch7 (Tubba Blubba is a Clubba, who are a subspecies of Spike).

Mario’s main weapon of choice besides jumping, is a hammer, just like in Donkey Kong 1981 and Wrecking Crew.

The Toad Town Sewer areas are based on the classic underground levels, just given context as to what they are in this particular world. The blue Goombas you encounter, called Gloombas, even are a direct reference to how Goombas look in underground levels in SMB1.

The prologue, after the impossible to lose Jr Troopa battle, has you face nothing but various types of Goombas to teach you various aspects of the battle system. This is very reminiscent of how SMB1 World 1-1 has 16 Goombas and only a single Koopa, to ease new players into how to interact with mooks.

Lava Piranha and Kent C Koopa are both expies of Yoshi’s Island bosses. The game in general takes a lot from that game, including several mooks like Bandits, many flavors of Shy Guy and a personal favorite of mine, Crazee Dayzees.

It has Ninjis. Nuff said.

On top of everything I mentioned above already.

Paper Mario 64 is a game that is intimately familiar with Mario and does a beautiful job reimagining it into a new genre, while also knowing where to expand.

The latter is one that will be subjective and that is perfectly fine, but I see it in the same light as a lot of elements from say, Super Mario Odyssey.

Stuff like vocal themes, the many different outfits to unlock, fun world trip set-up or New Donk City getting the lore bomb of being the city from Donkey Kong 1981 are the kind of things that aren’t technically needed, as is often argued with say, the RPG NPCs of old, but few to none would argue they were needless additions.

You could remove the costumes and little would change, but not being able to dress up in nostalgic outfits, enjoy the new ones or do goofy things like Mario in boxers and with a top hat, biking around New Donk City, would take something away from the game.

These things were added for a reason, because they make the game more fun, compliment it’s ideas and are simply put very charming.

That’s the word that to me describes PM64 the best. Charming. It’s a take on Mario I am happy we got to experience and that to this day, remains one of my favorite interpretations of Mario as a world and my favorite Mario RPG.

#paper mario #super mario

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Chapter 44: Full Circle. As they head toward Togakushi to (hopefully) greet Shingen, Katsu discovers an odd connection with her modern life and Yukimura's.

And Chapter 45: Shingen's POV - Missing Person - Checking in with Shingen on the other side.

Shingen x OC; Kenshin x MC (Mai)

Previous Chapter: Here

Logline - Disguised as a boy, Katsuko finds herself working for Shingen, but her dangerous masquerade becomes difficult to sustain when she falls for the man with a fatal secret.

We stayed several weeks with Toshiie, which, among other things, allowed my brother and I to celebrate our birthday together. But once the weather changed from Autumn to almost-winter, we took our leave, with hugs and good wishes from Hana, one last ‘Uki’ piggyback ride for Nao, and promises to Toshiie that I would return as soon as I was able.

I gave Toshiie directions to Kasugayama as well as Aki’s house on the mountain in case he needed to get in touch with me. “Where will you be – I mean… which place? I don’t want to lose track of you now that we’ve found each other again.”

“I’ll let you know.” I couldn’t make any decisions or plans until after the wormhole opened at Togakushi. “There’s also a bookseller in Azuchi where you can always leave a message that will find me.” I gave him the location of that as well. That would be the most convenient for him since Azuchi was so much closer to Ikuno than the other two locations.

One last bro-slap between Yuki and Tosh, and one last long hug between my brother and I, then we were off. “See you soon!” he yelled after us. Tosh still hates saying goodbye.

As we made our way out of the town, Yuki gave me one of his suspicious side-eye glares.

“What?” I hoped he wasn’t going to question all the sly glances and eyebrow raises Toshiie had been unsubtly deploying. If he did, I was going to ruthlessly shit talk my twin and claim it was a tic.

“Bookseller. Azuchi. I knew I’d met you before. You were the old man who spied on me.” He punched my shoulder. “What the hell were you doing there?”

“I wasn’t spying on you… or anyone… exactly. It’s a long story.” Although I supposed we had plenty of time.

The journey to Togakushi took a week – which was faster than I had anticipated – as I had been worried we would be delayed by early winter storms when we got into the mountains. We had so much extra time that Yuki suggested we spend the night in his castle, which was less than a day’s ride from the shrine.

“I didn’t know you had a castle.” I tried and failed to picture Yuki as a Kenshin-like lord of a castle. “Of course, you should visit it.”

“Thanks. Except I shouldn’t thank you – I bet there’s a pile of tasks waiting for me,” Yuki said, and further explained that he hadn’t been there in months.

We turned our horses in the direction of what one day would become Nagano. The landscape was both familiar and unfamiliar in a way that felt jarring. Like a puzzle piece that looked like it would fit, until you tried to place it. “I grew up in this area. It still weirds me out, seeing this part of the country without a big city in the middle of it.”

“How big?” We were riding along the banks of the Chikuma River, and I looked around, feeling the displacement in time more vividly than before, especially since this was close to where I had gone to high school… years that I definitely had not enjoyed (hence the truancy to go snowboarding whenever I could get away with it).

“Um, I guess something like three hundred and seventy-five thousand people? So not huge, but bigger than a village.” I shrugged. “It seemed like a lot of people when I was growing up, but the first time I visited Tokyo, I realized it wasn’t that much, comparatively.”

Yukimura paused and looked out at the mountains in the distance, and the war damaged land in between. “I don’t know whether to be glad that the area came back from this, but that many people is kind of… well, it’s a lot… And this… Tokyo is bigger?”

“A hundred times bigger, I think. Tokyo – well in this era, it’s Edo, but in my time, it’s one of the biggest cities in the world. Maybe the biggest? I’m not sure.” The few times I had visited, it had seemed too big to me. But I had always been one to prefer outdoor spaces. “Maybe I shouldn’t be giving you all this information about the future.”

“Eh, I don’t know what I’d do with it anyway. It won’t change the way I live.” He turned his horse northward, and I got a good look at the building on the hill overlooking the river.

“Ueda Castle? Your castle is Ueda castle?” Had I known that? I should have known that. Not only should I have paid attention in school, I should have paid attention to it. Or, technically, I guess I hadn’t connected the Yuki I knew with the Sanada clan of Ueda castle.

“Yeah… why? Is it still there in your time?” He grinned at me. “I like the idea of it lasting that long.”

“Parts of it have been reconstructed… but yes, it’s still there. It’s a school now. It’s where I went to school.” I laughed suddenly. “I should leave a note for my bratty fifteen-year-old self to find.”

“A school? That’s really great. I mean, if it was no longer needed for defense… yeah… a school.” Yukimura smiled, then pointed to the castle gates. “Race you!”

Yuki was mobbed when he made his unexpected appearance, not only by vassals with issues he needed to solve! Right! That! Instant!, but also from people who were plain old happy to see him. I felt guilty that he’d had to spend so much time escorting me across the country, but when I tried to apologize, he’d gotten all bristly. “Stop that. I wouldn’t have been here either. I’d have stayed in Kasugayama.”

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he was borne off to his main audience room to deal with those urgent issues, so I followed a maid to the guest quarters, then used the bathhouse to clean the week’s travel off me.

After I cleaned up, I took some time to wander through the castle’s garden. Over the past couple of months, I’d had very little alone time, both a blessing and a curse. No time alone meant no time for dwelling on what I was going to say to Shingen when (not if) we were reunited. My time with Toshiie had given me some perspective on my feelings and behavior, but the dreaded worries were returning and I needed to be away from other people to drop the masks I’d been wearing during all of my interactions.

The garden in Ueda Castle allowed me that time and space. I spent an hour or so with my eyes closed and my face turned up to the sun. How do you apologize for something you would do again? I was sorry for how things had played out, but if modern medicine cured him, I would be happy. If it didn’t… then I’d robbed myself of time spent with him. But until I knew the result, I couldn’t regret. I could only hope.

Beyond the apprehension though, I simply missed him. Everything about him: his wicked smile, easy confidence, vast intelligence, and that way he could walk into any situation and know what to do. I missed the way he’d always had of making me feel smart and valued and cherished.

In a day – presuming Sasuke’s theories of time travel were correct – that wicked, smart, confident man would be back. What I didn’t know was whether he would still want to make me feel cherished or whether he would never want to talk to me again.

But… if he was alive, and healthy, it would have been worth it.

I stayed in the gardens until the wind became bitter, the sky became dark and my stomach became hangry. No one had come to look for me (possibly no one remembered that I was there), which likely meant that Yukimura was still trapped doing business with his vassals.

After a few wrong turns, I located a kitchen and begged a tray of food, which I then brought to Yuki’s audience chamber. The poor guy was huddled over a stack of reports. And yup… hair was standing in all directions – I imagined he had raked his hands through it multiple times over the day.

“As much as you’ve yelled at Shingen to not push himself, you’re just as bad.” I carried the tray into the room. “Eat.”

He laughed suddenly, sounding half-amused, half-something else I was not able to determine. “You’re always feeding me.”

“I am?” I thought back. Yeah, I had shoved a bowl of rice or a cup of tea at him on more than one occasion. “Huh. Well, maybe that’s a sign you need to pay more attention to mealtime.” I set the tray down at his elbow. “Anyway, you look busy, so I’ll leave you to it, but… eat.”

He nodded and set the paper he was reading aside. In the process, he knocked the chopsticks off the tray. Both of us jumped to catch them before they hit the floor, our hands touching in the process.

Yuki yanked his hand away as if it had been burned, and he resolutely stared at his reports… but not before I had gotten a look at his face.

Shit.

Toshiie had been right.

I set the chopsticks back on the tray. “Eat,” I repeated one last time before leaving the room. There was absolutely nothing I could say that would not make things worse.

Yuki was my friend – and I loved him like a brother. All I could offer him was, as Toshiie had put it, a steady affection. I could imagine what a life with him would be like… and it was not unpleasant… but it was not what I wanted for myself. It was not what I wanted for Yukimura either.

Even if I could envision a life on a different path than the one I had set myself on, a life that even offered a contentment, a life similar to what Toshiie had with Hana, I knew that I would never take a step on that path. I was not my brother, and Yukimura deserved better than to become someone’s Plan B.

The late Autumn blizzard began that night. It was probably heralding the arrival of the wormhole, which obviously enjoyed creeping around in storms. At least the weather gave Yuki and I something to focus on. I didn’t think that Yuki was aware that I had discovered his feelings, and I certainly didn’t want to embarrass him (or me, for that matter) by calling attention to them.

“Damn Fume and her weather forecasting knees.” Ice pelted my face like little stinging arrows. Besides the snow and sleet, it was even thundering.

“Is that another one of your modern expressions?” Yukimura asked. There were icicles hanging off his hat. He broke off one and tossed it away.

“Sadly, no.” I pointed to another mountain off in the distance. “Before I came to Kasugayama, I was based over there. Fume is the chatelaine and claims she can tell months in advance when we’re about to have a bad winter by how much her joints ache. She started foretelling a bad winter as soon as last winter ended.” Actually, she was always claiming we were going to have a bad winter. And we always had a bad winter. I do not think the two were casually related.

“Oh yeah. One of my vassals is the same way.” He paused and glanced over at the mountain. “You didn’t want to visit her?”

“No. First because if we make it up there, there’s no guarantee of getting down again until Spring.” The path to Aki’s manor wasn’t exactly vertical, but it sometimes felt that way. “Also. She hates me.”

“Maybe she’s grumpy because her knees hurt,” Yuki offered.

“No, she actually hates me. She calls me ‘that- “. I pulled Moonlight to a halt, catching sight of what was ahead of us. “Son of a bitch.”

“You’re right. That is mean—Son of a bitch!” Yuki had belatedly seen what was ahead of us.

Right about where Sasuke had predicted the wormhole would open, a group of armed bandits was camped out. Most were carrying swords, but at least two of them had muskets within reach. Maybe more than that… it was hard to tell with the snow slapping me in the face.

“I think this is where I came in.” Bandits armed with muskets – just like the ones who had attacked Shingen, Yukimura and Sasuke this summer.

“Why here?” Yuki asked quietly. “There’s nothing out here but the shrine, and it would be stupid to attack anyone going there.”

“Fate.” Shingen had once said that we can’t fight fate. Was that what this was then? Had I saved him from that first sniper, sent him to the future to be cured, only to put him in the path of another bullet? Because if the wormhole opened up and dumped Shingen and Sasuke here, they would not be expecting an attack.

“I don’t believe in fate. We make our own futures.” Yuki eyed the bandits. “Something else is going on.”

We observed the group for a little while – were they simply camping here coincidentally? Why would you camp on the side of a mountain in a blizzard? Then the apparent leader of the bandits stood up and stretched, twisting to give us a full view of his face.

Iekane.

Of course, it was Iekane.

“Son of a bitch,” I said again. While I otherwise would have welcomed the opportunity to capture him, the timing… sucked. And we needed to get him and the others away from here before the wormhole opened. The sound of thundersnow in the distance was a warning that we didn’t have much time.

Yuki and I retreated a few paces to be sure our voices didn’t carry. “What do you think he’s doing here? Do you think he’s after you?”

“From what he said at Kasugayama, it’s Akihira he has some sort of grudge against, not me. Although I’m sure if he had the opportunity to hurt me, he wouldn’t turn it down.” There was only one path to get to Aki’s home and we were on it. Iekane could be lying in wait for Aki to either come or go. Or potentially, I supposed they could be on their way to attack his manor. It wasn’t all that well defended, as its location in the mountain terrain made it an unattractive prospect. You’d have to be extremely motivated to attack it. For whatever reason, Iekane was extremely motivated, although I never understood why. “Besides, how would he know I’m here?”

It didn’t matter why they were here. They were here, and they were in the way.

Yuki peered through the trees. “There’s not that many of them.” He indicated the cover of trees surrounding the bandits. He nodded at my bow. “How many can you shoot before they take cover?”

“Three. Maybe four if they’re slow.” Obviously, I’d want to take out the ones with the muskets first. “The storm is going to add to the confusion on both sides.”

“Three’s enough.” Yuki said drew his sword. “If I outflank them from the left, I should be able to take care of the rest. I’ll give a signal when I’m in place.”

He sounded confident – and if those were run of the mill bandits, then I’d have the same confidence. But Iekane had trained with Aki, and then for an unknown amount of time with Kenshin, so he was a higher-than-average threat. Still. Yukimura was the commander of the Akazonae. He knew what he was doing. I wasn’t about to insult him by telling him to be careful. “Sounds like a plan.”

Good luck.

We peeled off in opposite directions. As soon as I was able, I climbed into a tree and made my way to the best possible blind. The tree limbs were icy, and twice I nearly slipped off – but Shingen’s often repeated claim aside, I’ve never fallen out of a tree, and I don’t intend to start now. Eventually, I settled against the trunk of a beech tree that overlooked the bandit’s campsite and readied my bow.

The storm intensified, with fat flakes of snow whirling from all directions, making it impossible to see whether Yukimura was in position. While I waited for his signal, I kept my arrow aimed at Iekane.

Unfortunately, with the worst timing known to mankind, one of the bandits decided it was time to take a leak - at least that was my assumption given he had untied his hakama and was already rooting around in there as he headed off to the same shelter of trees where Yuki was hiding.

One bandit wouldn’t have been a problem for Yuki. And he wasn’t. But everyone in the camp was able to hear, “Hey! Who are-” before the words were cut off with a gurgling cry.

Iekane leaped to his feet, just as I sent my first arrow winging his way.

Dammit.

He dove behind a boulder, sending up snow flying in his wake.

As fast as I could, I shot the two gunmen, then aimed at where Iekane was hiding. He’d have to come out sooner or later, to either face me or Yukimura, who came charging out of the trees, sword swinging. While the other bandits converged on Yuki, Iekane grabbed the musket abandoned by his fallen comrade and aimed it at where I was hiding. The storm winds were whipping the tree limbs, alternately revealing, then concealing my position on the branch.

“Kaya! I know you’re up there.” He clamped the fuse on the gun. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to bring an arrow to a gunfight?”

“That’s knife, you dipshit,” I said to myself as I shot two arrows in succession. Once bounced off his armor and he ducked out of the way of the second.

As I reached for another arrow, Iekane pulled the trigger. The shot was low. It missed me, but it hit the branch I was perched upon, weakening it enough for it to break underneath me.

Good thing I know how to safely exit a tree (I’ve had enough practice these days). I tumbled into a snowbank and scrambled to my feet.

Iekane frantically tried to reload and light the fuse, but the snow was coming down hard enough to make that task more difficult than normal.

My bow sadly had not fared so well in the untimely exit from the tree, so I grabbed my sword – this was one time that I had ample motivation to attack. Shingen would be proud of me.

Above us, the clouds were swirling and churning – the wormhole was materializing.

Seeing my weapon, Iekane gave up on the musket and drew his own sword. “You never were very good at this, Kaya.”

“I’ve gotten better.” Kenshin had been killing me all summer. I could now last several minutes against him – and Iekane was not nearly the swordsman Kenshin was. “And my name isn’t Kaya.”

“Katsuhira. You’re the only one he gave his name to.” Iekane advanced on me, sword swinging randomly. I spun and tumbled under several wild lunges, but the strikes that did connect nearly disarmed me. Rage may have lessened his accuracy, but it also increased his strength. He followed up one vicious strike with a spinning kick, that I was barely able to block with my shoulder. Forget rules of combat. I grabbed a handful of icy snow, and hurled it at his face, hoping to temporarily blind him.

“What are you talking about?” I gripped my sword in both hands, hoping to hang on until Iekane tired himself into a mistake that I could take advantage of.

“Iekane. Okitane. Takauji – he named us. I came here with him, and he never treated me like anything more than a student.” He chopped down at me, but I spun out of the way in time.

Behind him, that bank of fog crept closer, a wall of writhing grey, as the wormhole began to form.

I jumped backward a few paces – anything to keep Iekane away from Sasuke and Shingen when they came through.

“So what? He ran out of names. Or he couldn’t bother to get creative when he got to me.” It was getting harder to see, as the wormhole’s fog churned around us. Behind me, I could hear the clanking swords, telling me that Yuki was still holding his own against the remaining number of Iekane’s men.

“Why you? A stupid useless girl, and he treated you like you were his son.” Clearly Iekane had missed out on the conversation where Aki slut shamed me, but… details.

If Sasuke and Shingen were coming… shouldn’t I be able to see or hear them by now? I wasted a valuable second of attention to look for them, just as Iekane whirled out of my blind spot and almost hit the sword out of my hand, slashing my arm in the process.

I felt a sting of pain across my forearm, but I’d learned my lesson and didn’t take my attention off Iekane, even to check myself for serious damage.

He charged again. I repositioned myself and whirled away, finishing that up with a kick right into his stomach. He grunted, nearly doubling over, and I advanced on him—

--sword swinging—

-- pushing forward –

and then in my ears, a worried shout from Yukimura-

“Katsu, dammit, be carefu-”

…as momentum carried Iekane and me into the center of the wormhole.

Grey.

Iekane’s fingers dug into my shoulder. His voice rasped in my ear. “You are indeed stupid, putting me right where I wanted to be.”

Then he flung me away—

Far--

Past the center of the wormhole.

This… this isn’t what I remember… at all.

My world filled with the numbing grey.

Was… I… dissolving?

Chpater 44 - SHINGEN POV CHAPTER – Missing Person

Kyoto, present day…

“Much better, Mr. Takeda. Your FVC and FEV readings are in the normal range for your age and build.” Endo Minori, the respiratory therapist Shingen had been working with for the past few months, examined the spirometer. “I wish all my clients were as faithful with their exercises as you.”

Though Shingen nodded in response – why go to therapy if you weren’t going to do everything in your power to ensure its success – he also acknowledged that restlessness had driven him to it. Learning about the modern world through books and film had been his main activities in the early weeks of his recovery, however as soon as he was feeling more energetic, he’d needed exercise. With Minori’s permission and guidance, he’d added to the assigned rehab activities by taking walks around the city and swimming laps in the University’s pool.

Still, there was only so much he could find to do with his time, especially after Sasuke stopped him from dissecting the furniture and appliances. Shingen had thought that was rather harsh, given that not only had he repaired a too-short leg on the coffee table, but he’d gotten the toilet to work better (once he finally managed to put it back together). It wasn’t as if Sasuke wasn’t used to a lack of running water, given that he’d lived in Kasugayama for four years.

Of course, as soon as Sasuke had left on a trip back to the Sengoku era, Shingen had disassembled and reassembled the toaster, the electric tea kettle, and the shower without any problem. Any leftover hardware… probably was unnecessary. Everything still worked. What Sasuke didn’t know, wouldn’t harm him.

“Mr. Takeda…?” Minori cleared his throat to catch his attention. “I’ve uploaded the next series of exercises to the therapy app – but to be honest, they’re mostly for maintenance at this point.”

“Which means?” His phone chimed, alerting him to the successful upload.

“Your follow-up is complete. Continue these exercises daily… but I see no need for additional outpatient visits. The pulmonologist will want to review your chart, but I expect he’ll concur with my assessment. There’s still some scarring left from the surgery, but no reason to expect you won’t have a long and happy life.” He bowed to Shingen. “Er, at least as long as you look both ways before you cross the street.”

Later, after stopping at the Nishiki Market to pick up dinner, and indeed, looking both ways before he crossed the street, Shingen let himself into Sasuke’s high rise apartment. Three months ago, Sasuke had returned to the Sengoku era via the Togakushi wormhole as planned, intending to meet up with Katsuko and Yukimura. At that time, Shingen had only been out of the hospital a few weeks – he’d been told that in order to recover completely, he would need several months of therapy in the Kyoto rehabilitation clinic.

He toed off his boots, then opened the shoe cupboard and – Sasuke’s shoes were in there. He was back. Shingen stared into the cupboard, looking for - and not finding -shoes that would belong to Katsuko. Shingen had hoped that Sasuke would have found a way to bring her back with him, especially since Sasuke’s route had been through Togakushi.

Maybe… she didn’t want to come?

“Sasuke?” Shingen saw the younger man’s shadow behind the frosted glass bedroom door.

Sasuke slid the door open and peered out. He wore one of those absorbent yukatas and was towel drying his hair. “Lord Shingen. You’re looking… I’m pleased that you’re looking well.”

Though he knew he ought to say welcome home or ask how the treks through the wormhole had gone, Shingen went straight to the one question on his mind. “How’s Katsuko?”

Sasuke gazed at him steadily, but as usual, without any expression to hint at what was going on in his head. “Er… we should sit down. I’m told that is the best way to relay… unwanted information.”

Togakushi Shrine Area: Eight months later...

Another wormhole had materialized, then closed, and still no Katsu. Shingen glanced up at the clearing sky, and wondered, for the thousandth time, if she was in another year, or if Iekane had killed her when they’d tumbled into the wormhole together. Next to him, Sasuke straightened from the tense crouch he’d been holding, and Shingen sensed an apologetic platitude was on the way. To prevent hearing another one, he said, “She’ll figure it out. Or you will. I have faith in both of you.”

Sasuke had been apologizing, and theorizing, for months. The apologies never got any better, although they’d never been worse than the first one… the night when Sasuke had explained that Katsuko had disappeared into the wormhole, and apparently not reappeared anywhere. “I was hoping she and I had unknowingly crossed paths in the wormhole,” his friend had said, “and that she would be here with you. But clearly… that isn’t the case. I’m sorry. Theoretically, she-.”

Shingen had been unable to listen any longer and retreated to the balcony of the apartment. Resting his forearms on the metal railing, he looked at the horizon, wondering if the sky had any answers for him. Sasuke always found answers in the cosmos. But Shingen preferred to simply look for beauty in the night sky and find answers in text. Words had a pattern for him that, in spite of all of Sasuke’s impassioned explanations, the sky didn’t contain.

It’s been over a year…

They hiked back to the parking lot, feet splashing in the puddles left by the storm that accompanied the wormhole. “I’ll go back to the observatory in Nodeyama – maybe there’s something I missed.” Sasuke’s voice broke the silence.

“Sounds good.” But Sasuke never missed anything. Though Shingen didn’t want to give up… wouldn’t give up… he was starting to wonder if they’d be better off going back through to the past at the next opportunity. It was possible that Katsuko had found her way back to the Sengoku era. But what if that simply started them on a cycle of endlessly going back and forth and continuously missing each other?

“I will see you at the hotel tomorrow morning,” Sasuke said, as he climbed into the SUV that he used to haul his astronomy equipment around between Kyoto, Nodeyama, and Nagano.

Shingen nodded. He’d rented a motorcycle to get from Kyoto to Nagano. The experience wasn’t at all like riding a horse, and yet he preferred it to being trapped in a four wheeled box… especially if Sasuke was behind the wheel. The ninja-scientist had many many skills… but driving was not one of them.

Once Sasuke drove away, Shingen was in no hurry to leave, especially not to return to the impersonal hotel suite. He wandered over to a soba restaurant that popped up on his phone mapping app – how quickly he’d become used to these modern shortcuts – and ordered a light snack. He’d timed his entry into the restaurant well – managing to avoid a short rain shower that ended just as he left the restaurant with a takeout order of cold noodles.

He made his way to bench that was sheltered under enough tree cover to have escaped the worst of the recent rain and swiped the rest of the wet off with his hand. After finishing off the noodles and washing the snack down with a cup of tea, he reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out the puzzle box that he carried with him everywhere. He’d long since solved it, but it made him feel closer to Katsuko to keep it within reach. The rote sequence of slides and levers was soothing to him, and he occupied himself by running through the series to open it.

Inside, a length of her hair (by way of Yoshimoto who’d saved it after he’d given Katsu a haircut) and a letter that she’d sent via Sasuke. He didn’t need to open the box to re-read the letter. At this point, he had it memorized. She’d obviously been feeling emotional when she composed the letter, it had a rushed quality to it, as if she’d blurted everything out on the page without taking time to craft something poetic. Somehow, that made the contents feel even more intimate.

Dear Shingen, I hope you are reading this, but I wouldn’t blame you if you threw it away unopened. In which case you are not reading this. Maybe Sasuke will fish it out of the trash and you will read it someday. I know that sending you to the future with Sasuke is against your wishes, and if Sasuke would let me, I would go with you. I guess have gone, because if you are reading this, you’re reading it in the future. I want to be there when you speak with the doctor, be with you whether it is good news or bad, and be by your side while you were treated. I know that was how you wished it too… but I’m scared to wait. No, that’s not exactly true. I once watched someone I loved choose to die a little day by day, and no matter what I did, I could not keep her alive. What I’m afraid of is not being able to keep you alive long enough to get you to a hospital. And you need to live. I can’t tell you what I know exactly, because it might be some kind of time paradox if I do (ask Sasuke, he will explain time paradox), but you do amazing things in your lifetime, things that saved a lot of people’s lives. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the courage to tell you in person, or if I’ll get the chance to, so I’m writing it down here. You are the smartest, kindest, person I know. You made me feel like I mattered, even when I was just Katsu, the “boy” who delivered your messages. You matter to me too. When I’m with you, or even when I’m not with you, you inspire feelings that I never imagined feeling. I love you.

What she hadn’t said in the letter, was that sending him to the future against his wishes had not been her idea, but Yukimura’s. Sasuke had told him that Yuki had initially gone to Kenshin and cooked up this scheme. Only then had they brought it to Sasuke and Katsuko. “She was really torn about the idea… we both were, because in our time, the wishes of the patient are honored. And she was willing to risk coming with us, but I told her that if something happened to her in the wormhole, it could make things worse for you.”

In truth, he had been furious. At her. At Sasuke. At Yuki and Kenshin. The anger hadn’t lasted. Not after a discussion with the doctor who had immediately admitted him to a hospital following a series of tests. “While often we watch and wait benign tumors such as these, yours has already obstructed seventy-five percent of your airway. This in turn is putting stress on your heart and could lead to heart or multi-organ failure.” He didn’t have to understand modern medical terminology to get the gist of that. Though he disagreed with their methods, his lover and friends had likely saved his life.

By the time he had been released from the hospital, all he’d wanted was to see her again. That feeling had only been magnified once he learned she had vanished. These days, there wasn’t much left except love and hope. Katsuko was resourceful. If other timelines existed, and she was in one, she’d find that timeline’s Sasuke, and he would help get her back to where she belonged. And if history had simply erased her? He’d go to another timeline and find her in that when.

It was a plan that Sasuke likely wouldn’t approve of, but at least Shingen would be doing something more than waiting for the sky.

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Okay so my thoughts are still very much all over the place but these are just instances that really stuck with me, bare with me while I ramble, I made these notes like at 4am after initially reading the chapter 😭::

- Playing the guitar for her - THE SIGNIFICANCE IF THIS???? like he clearly had been very put off from even talking about it, to then willingly playing for her ?? And he bared his soul playing the saddest of notes like, YOONGI PLS 😭

- Last night in her bed - this one feels so personal like, most of their memories are in his home, which will haunt him now when he’s alone. But that last night in her own bed, like girl is gonna remember that everyday, that was pure love making, I feel for her

- Past coming to light - although were still missing a big puzzle piece about readers past, hearing about Yoongi's and how it connects to ppl in readers circle, like idk how to put into words how real it makes it. Like I guess its different hearing and seeing about Yoongis past reputation than someone actually speaking from experience from it (although we’re seeing now how he’s changing)

- Him not wanting to admit feelings - OKAY SO CLEARLY HE KNOWS WHAT HES FEELING — he just doesn’t want to actually admit it and I get why but I also dont like 😭😭 the obvious reason is they think they cant because of big bro and thats his best friend and all (im team Jin btw but slightly considering it might be Hobi too now). But ive been thinking theres other reasons he’s clearly not wanting to admit his emotions. Whatever happened in his last relationship has him like, scared now, to admit his raw emotions for reader now?

- Love Jimin and Dom - WE LOVE SUPPORTIVE, PROTECTIVE AND UNDERSTANDING FRIENDS // on a side note to this, I sort of wanna predict either Jimin and Dom alone or if more friends find out, and they willingly help reader and yoongi be able to see each other and be together while keeping big bro away / in the dark about it. The drama that could stir up would be interesting so idk how likely this would be but the scenario was fun to imagine

- JIMIN THO - im very stuck in his brief interaction with reader after he took her away from the creep. Yoongi saying he knows too. I very much need to hear Jimin give his thoughts to reader and explain himself, im so sorry for thinking differently of you Jiminie 😭 my theory here is Jimin might’ve noticed how much Yoongi was watching reader during the basketball game and also at Dalo. Probably also picked up how tense he was when that creep approached reader and Jimin must’ve put the pieces together himself and maybe Yoongi just didn’t deny it or didn’t say anything when Jimin asked him?

- The key and necklace - HEART SHATTERING OKAY, EMOTIONAL DAMAGE 💔 i really really really just wanna hope he left his key in her drawer hidden for her to visit him secretly at night or something. I wanna hope the necklaces too but I know that would be obvious to other people. I can also imagine how this might cause drama later if (somehow someway) big bro finds the key and questions why she got access to yoongs apartment

- the clothes on the bed after the shower - the first time it was on the dresser but now him setting it on the bed instead is just so !!!!!! 😭 like that’s his baby he’s taking care of, they’re so domestic, he really making her feel like “this bed is yours too”

- Last hook up at club - WHO MISS?? IM STILL LOOKING AT JUNGKOOK SUSPICIOUSLY

- Yoongis ex = im still pondering this. Is the infamous ex we’ve been hearing about the person same as dom’s cousin = the same person/reason he swore off relationships? Will this person make another appearance?

- THE SONG - WHEN I SAY I SOBBED I MEAN I UGLY CRIED, SNOT AND DIZZY AFTERWARDS AND ALL. Like the instrumental alone is heart wrenching but the LYRICS?!??? Fitting in so perfectly to the tale but also on a personal level I relate and just wow, that blew it away for me 😭💔 I added it to my playlist but I straight up cry whenever I hear it now. Im down worse than them

Sorry for long message, i really just wanted to vent out the thoughts I had and im sure many are also having , once again I love your story telling skills and just how raw and real you make everything. Looking forward to hearing more and genuinely hope you never lose that excitement for writing 🤍

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SAKURAAAA thank you so so much for this beautiful feedback?? what the heck you said so many wonderful things i can't even form. words. okay let's try.

the significance of the guitar.. i know. that scene will stick with me for awhile. there's a LOT in that one scene alone and it connects yoongi's pov with reader's, which makes it even more powerful.

YESSS most of the memories are in his place, but the most emotional one of all happens in her place. and some commentary here: i wanted reader's bringing yoongi into her room/bed be symbolic in like, letting him in. like y'all know how much i love my door analogy, but rooms are also important to me.

and the whole hearing about a piece of yoongi's past? coming from someone that knows reader? that was huge. even though we know he's different now, hearing it in that setting hits harder than if he said it himself or we already knew about it.

and the commentary about him not acknowledging his feelings: we will just have to see! is it the bro? is it something else? is it something that hasn't even been mentioned yet?

JIMIN AND DOM YESSS we really do love the supportive ones. and protective ones! and i'm putting your theory in the file of theories! we'll have to see about that one, as well. who knows what the heck is gonna happen now that bro is back.

LMAO we all gave jimin the massive side eye so we do owe an apology HAHA and right? there's a lot to unpack in that brief interaction alone. what the heck is up with that? hopefully we revisit or touch back on jimin since that interaction was pretty sus!

i knowwww the damn chains and key. it's definitely obvious that yoongi was totally fine with reader keeping them, but, he knows that the risk would be way too high if they were found. we can only hope but we know how careful he knows reader wants to be :')))

COMING FULL CIRCLE ON THE CLOTHES.. i know. that was a punch in the gut because of how different yet similar both situations are.. ugh. and the last hookup!!! we still don't know!!! definitely don't know about the ex yet, either. we just know tae knows. whether they make an appearance or not is still up in the air, as well.

I BAWL MY EYES OUT EVERY TIME I HEAR TWIN FLAME.... like seriously no one touch me because not only is it sad as hell (both the music and the lyrics) but it also aligns with sidewalk talk. after i wrote 3tanS, i heard the song.. and just. cried. omfg. just imagining yoongi playing that on the guitar is enough for me.

thank you so so much for reading and reviewing!! it means so incredibly much to me and i will write as much as my brain allows me to<33

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