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stagemanagerssaygo · 4 years

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Heaven and Hell: or my experience being a person of color in Disney’s Hyperion Theater

by Cooper Howell

Heaven and Hell: or my experience being a person of color in Disney's Hyperion Theater. #holdingtheateraccountable Im just gonna go ahead and be straight up. This is pretty scary to share. HEAVEN: Once upon a time Liesl Tommy cast me as Prince Hans in Frozen: Live at the Hyperion. And I was gooped. GOOPED. There was nothing in my prior history that gave any indication this was possible. Up until then every role I played had to do with my race. Every. Single. One. And even ones where it didn’t (Shakespeare or classical pieces mostly) I was always made aware that the novelty of me being a poc in that role that gave me the part. So much did I not expect to get this part that when I got the callback I rolled my eyes and didn’t take the actual callback seriously. I mean, there was a zero percent chance that Disney would ever let me play a Prince, especially when the dude in the movie is a ginger. But then I got it. And immediately everything I thought was possible about my career changed. My whole life I’ve never inwardly felt black. I’ve never inwardly felt white. I’ve always felt like I was Cooper, you know, on the inside. But whether it was every single white human in Utah reminding me that I was “the whitest person they ever knew/saw” (which DIDNT mean how white my skin was. It was how white I ACTED) or Mr. Johnson, my 7th grade drama teacher, telling me that he “wanted to put Velcro on the ceiling to see if I’d stick” or Mr. Smith, my high school drama teacher, saying “finally we can do black shows” as soon as I entered high school and then not casting me in roles because of the "optics" of it, or even my best friend in high school Tanner Harmon who called me "blackie", I was always reminded that I was an other. So imagine getting paid good money to put on that $10,000 costume and waltzing out to 4000 people a day to play a really amazing part. A fantastic, evil, complicated, person who sings a killer duet and then grabs the show by the throat with a vicious about-face monologue... and not once was my race ever mentioned cuz it didnt matter. What was being prized was Cooper, my talent, not my skin color that I never asked for. Heaven. Liesl MADE SURE, almost overly sure, that the poc’s in the cast felt equal. The kingdom of Arendelle, after all, is a make believe place. It can be whatever. From having Disney executives come and tell us that they were happy to have us there, to side conversations with John Lasseter, we were made to feel overly welcome playing the parts we were playing. She encouraged us to dive deeper into the script of a cartoon that I didnt really think much of until I was in it. We were encouraged to ask why. We felt seen as talent and not commodities. There were, of course, detractors. Gosh, I remember people at a party of cast members from "Mickey and the Magical Map" another show at Disneyland which features a princess and the frog number and many of those casts mates angrily claiming that “if that black girl Tiana Okoye can play Elsa than I should be able to play Princess Tiana” and then looking at me to confirm that was okay to say, not realizing that a) she’s one of my best friends, b) that I’m in the show with her also playing a role that wasn't created to be a poc, c) how racist that sounded, and d) why there's a difference there and why that wouldn't make sense. On Liesls final night I came up to her and said “I don’t know why you did it but thank you so much for casting ME in this part” to which she replied “you mean why would I cast a handsome, talented person in this role?” And I stuttered something like “well, I mean, I’m black. You know...” to which she tilted her head to her side and said “no. I don’t know why. Tell me why that matters.” And I had no answer. Seeing that I had no answer she smiled. That was the answer. There was no reason. On the spot my outlook about myself changed. Windows into what I thought was possible for me opened. -------------------------------------- HELL: And then Liesl went back to NYC and she was replaced by a man named Roger Castellano as show director. Rogers task, he told us on the first day, was to "change the show". We were not told what needed to be changed or even why, but that changes were on the horizon. You've got to understand: to a full cast of actors who had just spent more than three months dissecting a 60 page Disney script with a Tony nominated director like it was Shakespeare, we were initially emotionally/mentally/spiritually resistant to changes. But then it became clear that the spirit of collaboration was over, and the show changes were to be given without the same care, consideration, and thematic explanation of why they were being made. Everyones initial reaction was to push back, but when people who questioned their notes or their changes started getting days removed their schedule or being replaced entirely by a new actor, the Hyperion theater became a place where no one was allowed to speak out. Injustices were happening left and right and no one felt they could do anything for fear of losing their livelihood. And that's when the Frozen: Live at the Hyperion became a living hell. In my first note session with Roger he pulled me into a room with Domonique Paton, my best friend and incredible costar who played princess Anna in the show I was in. She just so happens to also be black. Almost all of Prince Hans’s scenes in the show are with her character and so most of my notes would be primarily based on those interactions with her. Earlier in the day I performed with a different (white) actress but it was the show with Domonique that I had a note session about. Imagine my surprise and dismay when, with how Liesl set up the show experience, we were told this: “WHEN THE TWO OF YOU PERFORM THE SHOW TOGETHER ITS TOO… URBAN.” Urban. What else could that have meant, do you think? He could have said maybe “too contemporary” emphasizing that we were maybe too modern in our speech patterns or movements. We weren’t. He could have said “too lax” or “too loose” meaning that maybe we were being unprofessional and goofy up there because we’re really good friends. We were not. The best me and Ms. Paton could think of was a 8 count moment of improv dance that me and Domonique decided to use as a synchronized moment of unity. It happened to fall on the line “our mental synchronization can have but one explanation” and thought, with the freedom that Christopher (the original choreographer) had given us, was appropriate, especially considering everyone behind us was doing the robot. As in the 80s robot. But he didnt clarify. He just said “WHEN THE TWO OF YOU PERFORM THE SHOW TOGETHER IT’S TOO… URBAN” And when asked what he meant he smiled with a little shrug and said "you can figure that out. You're smart." And thats how I became Black Hans and Domonique became Black Anna. My every moment onstage afterwards became about the optics of being a poc in that show. It was if I was suddenly made aware that I was LUCKY enough to be there and under any normal circumstances, or this new directors circumstances, me getting this part would have never happened. But the message was clear. It was especially clear when me and Domonique Paton shows together durastically decreased and made even more clear when the vast majority of the new hires were not people of color. But no one said anything. And made even MORE clear when, over the next few weeks, both Domonique and I got COPIOUS notes, ten times that of our coworkers that played the same parts. It was almost a game. In fact we did turn it into a game, seeing who would get the least amount of notes from him in a day. Our costars would even joke about it onstage with us, during the ballroom scene, and jokingly whisper "The shows been up 15 minutes. How many do you think you got today?" But no one said anything. And the notes were about all kinds of things. How we held our hand. If our inflections went up or down on a word. Which side of a couch we leaned on… which was fine! When you're an actor, thats the gig... until we started comparing our notes with the actors that played our same parts and none of them, NONE, would get the same notes. Our notes would be outrageously longer, the note sessions sometimes lasting 10/15 minutes. Others would get the “Oh hey, try doing this or that next time, okay bye” walk-by notes. Sometimes I would sneak into the audience and watch as some of the other Han's, some of whom changed lines, changed entire intentions of scenes, some of whom adding in all types of vocalizations and cackles and dance moves and what have you, and would receive ZERO notes. But I was watching them to see what was wrong with me. What was my performance missing? What am I actually doing to feel this singled out. And then I realized that the thing that was wrong with me was that I was a different color than the 5 other white Hans's they cast. And then I started getting notes about my penis. Most of the time these “penis sessions”, as I called them, were given in private rooms without another stage manager present. It was incredibly unpleasant and unprofessional. In fairness, those Prince Hans pants are TIGHT! And yes, Mr. Howell is indeed a party in the front and a party in the back, but so were a lot of those fellas. And thats where I put my foot down. If Disney was going to provide me with a costume it is not my responsibility to fix their problem, especially when other of my (white) costars had been given a dance belt for the same thing. But they never got penis notes. Private session notes about what their penis looked like in that show. Over and over again I was told to fix it, to not make it (my dick) so apparent, and that “if my daughter were younger I wouldn’t want her to come to a show you were performing at" all the more insulting considering his daughter, a cast member in the show, was a friend of mine and the loveliest person. He started demanding that I buy a dance belt. It was “my fault”, “my responsibility” …and thats where I took my stand. And then it really became hell. Penis sessions were now done out in the open. Once, he screamed at me, in the green room in front of all of my costars during lunch, about how incredible unprofessional I was, about how he was tired of seeing my dick, and that if I didnt go buy myself one I didnt deserve to be there anymore. Followed by a huge litany of notes. That doesnt compare to some of what Domonique went through and I invite her to share them if she’s willing. During this time I went to every stage manager in the building and told them about being singling out and about my penis. They all told me to write a complaint report and it would go to some place called "HR". Which I did. Numerously. More months passed. Nothing from "HR". Multiple cast members who witnessed my note sessions encouraged me to go to the HR themselves. I didnt honestly know what an HR was. As soon as it was explained to me by my allies even what an HR was I went to the head of HR at Disneyland herself and waited outside of her door. I asked her if she got any of my HR reports and she told me that she had received no HR reports from the Hyperion. Ever. And then asked me to fill out a HR form. As we went over it, she asked me some questions, and then set up a second meeting. On the second meeting she said that in order for my report to be given credence I would need witnesses to give their testimony. The witnesses, in fact the very people that told me to go to HR in the first place, said no. They didnt want to lose their jobs. In retrospect that might be the thing that hurt the most but, whatever... anyway, I was told "“well… without testimonies we’ll do an investigation and we’ll call you when we’ve completed it.” I never received a phone call. With absolutely zero protection from the stage managers from both the sexual harassment or my obvious racial targeting I (and others) were experiencing, not to mention that HR reports were doing nothing, aka not being forwarded, I thought about quitting. And when a white stage manager made a show mistake and laughed it off to the cast by saying an entirely offensive lynching joke, I quit. I didnt matter to Disney. How I felt and what I was being put through didnt matter. I was a commodity. My departure was unceremonious. Bizarre. 100% un-magical. I hung up my costume one last time and it was given to a new Hans, one who looked very much like me oddly, and stepped out of the theater. The park was playing “every wish your heart desires will come to you” and I remember laughing at how dead that song felt. The director has since moved on but still works as a musical theater director in Southern California. This one time 4 years ago I got to feel something other than my color for the first and only time in my professional career. It lasted from about March 2016 to July 2016 and never again since. I will never forget in those early days looking at all the beautiful princesses I got to woo and thinking “wow. I’m a prince right now.” Im sure that sounds stupid. But it didn't feel stupid. And a Disney prince! Yeah, a shitty prince kinda... I mean, he's a sociopath... BUT still a Prince! Especially special was being able to look in Dominique’s eyes and I could see the same glimmer of “can you believe we get to do this right now” reflected back. We never knew it was in the cards for us. My race always has and will always be part of my career equation and a determining factor of its projection. It will always be a determining factor in how im treated, by creatives, by people, by the those in authority over me, including the government and the police. #wasitmyskin

Copied in its entirety here from Cooper Howell’s public Facebook post: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10163696376095054&set=a.10151302685610054&type=3&theater

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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motel room. [childe x gn!reader]

pairing: childe x gn!reader prompt: enemies (???) to lovers w/ childe as requested by multiple people and sharing a bed with childe as requested by multiple people word count: ~0.9k warnings/rating: sfw, modern/secret agent au if you squint, the reader is also a harbinger if you squint, some swearing a/n: technically part of an old follower event but its been so long since then that like LOL, im not gonna count it as such. trying to clear out old requests!!! i hope this is coherent fhfhsskskf god. i dont write for this funky little dude that much anymore as my brain moves onto other characters so i figured it’d be fun!

“childe, there’s only one bed.”

you state the obvious as you stand in the middle of the dingy motel room, directly next to the king-sized mattress adorned with fraying white linens. the bleached bedding is a stark contrast to the wallpaper that looks as if it would crack if you scraped your fingernail along its seams. to put it frankly, this is about the shittiest motel room money could buy, excluding ones riddled with cockroaches and unknown bodily fluids.

“what?” the ginger says almost breathlessly, bumping into you as he wheels in a suitcase that’s far too big for an agent who is supposed to have ‘no personal belongings aside from a change of clothes’, according to the tsaritsa’s handbook. “hey, this isn’t what i asked for, i swear.” the man lifts up his hands in a pseudo gesture of surrender.

“sure it isn’t,” you snap back at him, unfolding the receipt that you had snatched from his hands earlier after watching him purchase the room from the safety of the car. “look, ‘one king-sized bed’... three-thousand mora? dear archons, childe, why would you pay three-thous-”

the fellow harbinger looks dead tired, a stark contrast to his usually chipper expression. sure, the tsaritsa had assigned the two of you to a nearly impossible task of tracking down a cybercriminal in a foreign country, but you were damned if you’d ever look as miserable as childe does at this moment. so, for once, even though you absolutely hate his guts (and most certainly not because he makes your heart clench when he looks so sad), you stop in the middle of your beratement of his actions and shut up for once.

childe lets out a heavy sigh, one that you feel in your own lungs as well. “this was the last room they had. i’ll sleep on the floor.”

despite the fatigue that threatens to pull them shut with each blink of your eyelids, your eyes widen in surprise at his words before an expression of disbelief coats your expression. the eleventh harbinger you’ve come to know so well has never been one to back down from a fight, even going so far as to instigate them almost every time the two of you are alone together, a devilishly smug expression covering his face every time you take the bait. but now, just like the gun he unceremoniously pulls from the holster on his belt and lets clatter onto the dusty nightstand in the corner of the room, childe drops the conversation, let alone the predictable argument that had been almost guaranteed to occur.

the sight of childe defeated was one you had always wish to see, but now, it just makes your stomach churn in pity as he stands a short distance away from you, shoulders slumped and nearly falling asleep on his own two feet as he clumsily fumbles with the clasps of his coat.

“hey,” you state in a soft voice, reaching over and gently moving his fumbling, exhausted hands away and unclasping the jacket yourself, before helping him shrug it off. “we can share, i don’t mind, i promise.”

it is childe’s turn for widened eyes as his baby blues imbue themselves with shock as he looks at you, finally registering both your kind action and your words. he parts his lips to argue, but lets out a soft sigh, unable to muster the energy to fight back.

“thank you.” his words are breathy and laced with the exhaustion that wracks his body.

you nod in response before the two of you turn away from each other, changing into your respective pajamas. the noise of ruffling clothes fills the silence between you, but, in an atypical fashion, the air between the two of you is not filled with strife. it is filled with mutual understanding of the other and you swallow the blossoms of infatuation that sprout in your throat, casting them to your stomach. there, they bloom into butterflies that make your stomach flip flop with nerves, especially as you turn off the lights and climb into bed.

you and childe lay on your sides, facing away from each other and huddle onto the farthest ends of the bed, desperate to avoid the other. in the morning, when the two of you awake, his arms wrapped around your figure as your head is tucked into your chest, weapons are still cast aside as the two of you look into the other’s eyes and let out soft giggles of amusement as you realize the predicament you’ve caught yourselves in.

as the two of you depart from the hotel, back on the road once more, you sit in the passenger seat, sipping on the world’s worst motel coffee out of a crumbling styrofoam cup that threatens to burn your hand. you glance over at childe, whose brows are furrowed as he accelerates even more, his foot digging into the gas as he goes at least twenty over the speed limit. upon noticing your gaze, he glances over at you and beams at you widely. you return his smile with a soft smirk of your own, before leaning over and gently redirecting the steering wheel.

“eyes on the road, tartaglia,” you tease and childe laughs.

“ah, why should i pay attention to the road if the perfect destination is sitting right next to me?” he croons back and you playfully gag at his words, which causes him to burst out into another fit of laughter.

“that’s the corniest thing i’ve ever heard.” you protest with mirth in your voice.

“yeah,” childe agrees. “but i’ll say it again if it makes you laugh.”

#super stressed from schoolwork but i figured heyyyy why not fix it by having some wine n writing something short #so i sifted through my requests and came upon this popular request! sorry its not super long AND that its so late #but better late than never?#genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #childe #genshin impact #//writing #//scenario #//childe #//tartaglia

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shotorozu · 3 years

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hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

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todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn’t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

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justalads · 3 years

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c!niki and c!wilbur enjoyers. pspspspspspsps

alright guys so last night i rewatched pretty much all of the pogtopia arc. and this isn’t meant to be a big, important analysis post (it’s kind of incomprehensible), because my brain is fried from, you know. rewatching pretty much all of pogtopia. but i do have some stuff i’d like to say.

(this also just became a niki meta sorry i love her. i really just got emo about her during the second half of this and it got long. i have a lot of feelings about her and wilbur’s friendship.)

it’s a pretty general conclusion that wilbur’s real “downfall” began on october 8th, during the stream “who are you go away”. of course, his spiral and the process of him losing faith had begun much earlier, more around the end of the first war or during the election. but the big switch, so to say, was definitely here, when as wilbur walks back from schlatt’s announcement, he asks tommy if they’re the bad guys.

this entire scene was so interesting to me. wilbur here is a man who has lost hope, someone who is backed into a corner morally and has nothing left. he points out that they can never really reclaim l’manburg without forever tainting it, and that schlatt knows this. the entire half an hour or so before, schlatt has been taunting wilbur about losing that power. the emphasis of the festival on “democracy” is so clearly a barb thrown at wilbur, and it works.

wilbur’s “nothing left to lose” in this vod is a mirror to niki’s “you know what they say about a woman who has nothing left to lose”. this will not be the first time they mirror each other.

basically, wilbur’s angry. when schlatt announced the festival, wilbur realized that maybe it wasn’t a terrible thing. so once he worked around into the mindset of “we’re the bad guys”, he was able to justify saying he was going to blow up the nation with no remorse. he wants chaos! he wants no survivors!

does he do it? god no.

during the streams leading up to november 16th, wilbur is consistently scared. he goes back and forth on it, and makes multiple “conditions” that determine whether he’s going to do it or not, almost begging someone to stop him. he whispers to himself that he’s scared, that his hands are shaking, that he’s not sure if it’s the right thing to do. because despite what he says about “not caring about any of them”, the instant niki is threatened after tubbo’s death, wilbur walks up to schlatt and tells him that if he’s going to kill anyone it should be him. later, when quackity and tommy talk him down from pressing the button, he can’t press it because they’re there and he can’t bring himself to kill them as well.

but he has no problems with putting his own life at risk. he refuses to wear armor half the time, and actively places himself in harm’s way to save others. he still cares about everyone else, as much as he says he doesn’t. even when he does cause harm to others, during november 16th, he immediately begs phil to kill him. “look, they all want you to.” he can’t live with what he’s done, and how he’s hurt people, but he couldn’t allow manburg to continue.

the man is terrified and angry and he can’t win. and even as he tries to stuff himself into the mind of someone who doesn’t care, he cannot. when he finally does, he cannot live with being that person.

but the reason i rewatched this arc was to see niki’s point of view, especially after her statements during her last stream. i genuinely think that wilbur’s only betrayal of her was pressing the button, because he betrayed everyone. they might have known he was going to do it, but they had faith he wouldn’t.

wilbur cared a lot about niki. her life under schlatt was awful, wilbur hated that she was suffering, and the scene where wilbur plants himself directly in the center of the festival and tells schlatt to kill him instead hits pretty hard. he has the argument with schlatt, and then turns to niki and tells her to run. he then hits people and sprints away, trying to give her time to escape.

this is also when he asks her to join pogtopia, because now that schlatt has said he’d kill her, it’s a safer place for her.

so the man did care about her. niki is angry at the memory of him that she has. it’s been twisted by time and her own grief and paranoia.

in rewatching pogtopia, i realized that a lot of people hate the memory of wilbur. not him, and what he did. they think he didn’t care. and to quote hamilton (apologies):

“history obliteratesit paints me in all my mistakes”

does niki have a right to be mad at him? absolutely. he caused direct harm to her by blowing up l’manburg, once it was reclaimed. but she’s wrong that he never cared.

(an interesting note: wilbur only blows it up after techno starts fighting people outside. he hears it, and says “look, they’re fighting”. he didn’t re-initiate the conflict of the country. the fact that even after peace was won people were fighting just gave evidence to his belief that the entire country was corrupted.)

niki has been hurt a lot, and wilbur has things to answer for. but we as the audience know that her statements are just her perception. she is a character who acts on perceptions. the entire stream was in black and white. during doomsday, upon seeing wilbur log on (as ghostbur), niki has a panic attack and destroys her bakery, trying to rid herself of the pain of the memories. her lines during this stream are chilling, whispered repetitions that are a mirror of wilbur’s end.

(paraphrased, it was long and confusing but there are a few bits and this was the essence of it)

“wilbur is gone. this isn’t happening. he is dead. l’manburg is gone.”“it is real, i am real, he is real and he is dead.”“l’manburg is gone, i am real, i am l’manburg”.

(god. dude i could spend Months analyzing this one stream alone. there’s so much here.)

doesn’t that sound a bit like “my unfinished symphony”? wilbur and niki both attach their own self to the nation they fought for, and can see it as an extension of themself. they both destroy parts of it in acts of fear, attempting to save everyone else from what they’ve made.

what i pulled away from niki’s stream is that she’s not healing. i remember the chamber she locks herself in at night. i remember her refusal to eat. i remember how she was so angry at tommy, and she later realized that anger was misguided. niki genuinely believes that wilbur did not care about her, and that’s not surprising: when he died, she denied the fact that he was gone. she represses the things that she can’t handle, same as lots of other people. it is easier for her to pin her hurt on wilbur, because she needs somewhere to pin it. people feel more in control if they’re angry, not sad.

the song cc!niki said was for her character really emphasizes this. it’s a coping mechanism.

but even condemning wilbur won’t help, because she will still never get closure. niki cares about what others think of her, and so she can’t move on from someone hurting her. she can’t move on because she thinks he hated her. she is angry that he is back, but it is an opportunity for her to heal. she couldn’t heal when he was gone. she’s not the only one with a negative perception of wilbur, after all. he has one too. the two of them really need to talk.

i want niki to be healthy and safe. i want to see her heal so badly, and i do think it will happen. after wilbur died, his betrayal of her stayed with her, and it eventually became her memory of the betrayal that she hated, not the thing itself. it’s been months since it happened. niki wants to find an outlet for her hurt, because she wants to feel better. there’s a pattern i noticed: she only gets mad at people once she hasn’t seen the person themself for a while. and once she sees them and talks to them, and realizes that they care about her and don’t want to hurt her, she stops blaming them for it. she only hates her perception of them. example one? tommy.

man was in exile for a long time, and when he came back he “brought” fighting. that’s how niki saw it. but the fact that after she spent time with tommy (trying to kill him but. details, details) she forgave him because she saw it wasn’t his fault is a really good sign.

i genuinely think that speaking to wilbur will help niki, and it will also help wilbur. after all, they both hate wilbur. the entire perception of wilbur as some heartless, crazy manipulator needs to be shattered for both of their sakes. they both buy into it.

i want niki to know that others care about her, and that she has places she can feel safe. she hates that wilbur is invading the syndicate, because she’s scared of his memory hurting her. i don’t think wilbur will hurt her on purpose, because even though he sees himself as awful, he doesn’t hate her. he never did. usually, with people who have hurt someone else, i want them as far away from the person they hurt as possible. if wilbur does hurt niki i’ll probably cry. but again, it’s not him that hated her, or really him that hurt her in the way she thinks he did. when wilbur was dead, niki didn’t get any better. her memory of him festered and made her feel worse. that’s also why niki killing wilbur or hurting him somehow wouldn’t help her heal. i want wilbur to explain that he didn’t hate her. is wilbur even close to self aware enough to help niki? nah. this is going to take a Long time, and it’s going to hurt.

last thing i swear lol

during niki’s stream, she says that wilbur manipulated her. again, i watched pogtopia last night, and i’ve watched the rest of season one recently as well. i genuinely don’t see it. but i do think i know why she said it.

during season one, wilbur doesn’t manipulate niki. he doesn’t have a chance to later, he’s dead. so then, what is she talking about? of course it’s a perception, same as a lot of her other claims. i think she’s talking about how she cared for l’manburg.

niki joined the server as wilbur’s friend, to join his nation. she grew to care for l’manburg. she devoted herself to it, same as he did. but doomsday showed us that she hates that. in niki’s eyes, l’manburg only brought pain for people, and because she ties herself to it, she hates that she ever cared about it. she can’t allow herself to care for it, because it was used to hurt. so how does she cope with knowing that she once did? she pretends she didn’t.

if she can convince herself that it was wilbur who convinced her to care about l’manburg, she can avoid blaming herself for her own pain. and yeah, she shouldn’t blame herself for it. it’s not her fault. the entire situation is tragic and a little hopeless and once again really makes me hope that she recovers. l’manburg was ruined for her by others. schlatt, techno, dream, wilbur. again another place where she and wilbur are similar: they convince themselves they never cared about l’manburg because of the hurt it caused.

to summarize: wilbur’s going to get a shock soon. don’t know when, but probably the prison visit. something is going to shake his perception, the story is hurtling towards that. once he is able to take responsibility for what he did, and feel safe (because a lot of what he does now is out of fear of being alone or useless), then he and niki need to talk. niki needs something to get her out of her own head. she’s spiraling too. they are essential to each other’s recovery because of how much they meant (and mean) to each other.

anyways i miss early season one niki i liked it when she was happy :(

~ Lad 2

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lonelyghosts-stuff · 3 years

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Marvel’s What If Episode 7 Reaction

No no this is the opposite of what I wanted. More Loki! Not less!

If they don’t have Thor being an absolute idiot without Loki being his voice of reason I’m gonna be upset

Wait what the hell I saw Seth Green in the opening credits lmao??? Now I’m just thinking about Chris Griffin

DARCY

Wow they got Jane back too

Soooo how do they know about aliens?

“HOLY MOLY” lmao

Hey thor my life isn’t that dull… okay fine that’s a lie

Sooo Thor is a frat boy?

YOOOO I NEED A SCREENSHOT OF THAT ART WITH THOR AND LOKI

ALL OF IT

Soooo in this world, Odin was a good dude and didn’t kidnap Loki and gave him back to Laufey? (Didnt Laufey abandon him tho since he was too small? I guess in this universe they simply… lost their prince? Lmao?)

Thor didn’t have Loki as his voice of reason I called it.

Night night Odin

Lmao Chad Frigga dipping Odin as soon as he’s asleep

I wonder if they got Idris Elba back for Heimdall?

“We are going to the most backward, backwater planet that not even Heimdall pays attention to.” D,: Thor why you gotta do me dirty like that???

Chris Hemsworth is definitely a better voice actor than some others

Oh yo it be Skurge

Darcy into probing huh?

(Romantic Music Playing) lmao

Man I love Darcy

Poor Howard the Duck lmao (oh yea that’s Seth green)

Skrulls huh

Honestly surprised Thor knows all of these planets. Including the grandmaster??? In the sacred timeline he didn’t even know Sakaar existed.

Wait so, are the Asgardians on good terms with Jotunheim then? If so, I wanna see party loki. Or maybe he’s too reserved for that. I wonder how Laufey raised him? IF WE DONT SEE JOTUN LOKI IM GONNA RIOT

Thor destroyed a star. That sounds about right

“Now that was an excellent party. You know, we lost Fandral for three days. Found him in a barn, curled up next to a baby goat. It was classic. Isn’t that right, Fandral?” “I NAMED HIM GARY!” “Yeah, you did.” “YEA GOATS!” Okay. Screw everyone else in the MCU. I love Fandral now. He’s the GOAT, pun intended

Oh not a star, he killed a whole planet.

I thought Asgardians were supposed to be more advanced than earth but making a tablet is so complicated?

Howard and Darcy was not a pair I thought expected

Yo it’s nebula and korg? So where’s Thanos? How is nebula allowed to go partying with Thanos looking for the infinity stones?

Drax too? Isn’t he in prison? And then Valkyrie? Seems like a lot more than just Thor being an only child is different in this universe. Most of these dudes should hypothetically be in prison or on super serious missions. And I just thought, isn’t Howard the duck imprisoned by the Collector? What’s the timeline for this?

DARCY MARRIES HOWARD THE DUCK? GIRL YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN HIM AND HIS CORKSCREW WANG!

Aaaaaand Jane and Thor got magic and science tattoos. Mighty fast character progression.

Oh? Hookups? That took a turn.

Awwwww Fandral snuggling with a bunch of Chinchilla looking animals <3

Unknown caller?

Dammit Rumlow

Rocket???

Acting director??? What happened to Nick???

KORG NO

Damn everyone crashed at Jane’s

I mean, didn’t seem like too much of a threat

PHIL!!!

Lmao the world isn’t gonna be destroyed by parties?

Oh Carol Danvers?

Okay so…. Lemme get this straight..

Loki and an army of aliens attacking the world? Shield: “nah not a threat.” Robot with robot army threatening to destroy the whole planet “nah Carol has better things to do.” A partying dude from space with no ill intent but just doesn’t seem to understand consequences? “CALL CAPTAIN MARVEL WE NEED HER!!!” Yea okay Shield

Thor loves waffles

LOKI

JOTUN LOKI

HES HERE

LOKI!!!

HOLY CRAP HES HUGE

HE HAS ICE HORNS

See everything would be better without Odin’s interference.

(That’s what she said)

YAY THEYRE FRIENDS

“You’re my brother form another mother man.” YOOOOOO

Loki just sang “Brothers foreveeeeerrrrr!” I can’t—

Aaaaaand fart jokes… “did you boom?” “I never boom. I only boom in private.” Dammit marvel I hoped you were better than this.

LOKI MAKE A WISH

White snake? Lmao where did she get that name lol.

What’s wrong with a party tho? Is this really top priority? Yea they destroyed another planet, but you never explained how

Why doesn’t she sound like Brie Larson? She’s still acting for Marvel Studios so it’s interesting they couldn’t get her for it… unless it is her and I just can’t remember how her voice sounds

Was that punch really necessary? Dude wasn’t posing a threat to anyone.

“You know, there’s a Midgardian word for women like you.” THOR NO—

“PARTY POOPER!” Oh thank God

“This ones for fury” but it wasn’t even Thor that hit him? It was korg and on accident! Cmon carol, I had hoped you’d be smarter than this and more reasonable. Not resorting to violence when nothing has even escalated…

Haha hammer to the face

And the back of the head lmao

BAHAHAHAHA HE JUST SMACKED HER INTO ANOTHER COUNTRY

THOR DONT BOOP STONEHENGE

Dammit Thor

Lmao I love that the countries have their names on them.

Okay just stay and fight here away from civilian population

Marvel really giving us what we want with the most powerful characters fighting

Mary Sue Captain Marvel

Her lipstick has stayed perfect somehow

Fighting in a storm eh? Can’t see how this could go wrong

Haha hammer timeout

Lmao I wanna see Frigga put Thor in a timeout

They’re chanting pooper at her. Is this elementary school again?

Bruh I just realized, Thor is supposed to be acting king while Odin is in Odin sleep lmao. I bet Asgard is going to either be in the best peace ever without Thor or utterly destroyed.

Leave south and north Dakota alone lol

Lmao I love Darcy

YAY GARY THE GOAT WAS SAFE

Wow Jane used the L word fast

Kicking Jane out of the helicarrier? Yea smart move kicking off the person who actually knows anything about this albeit she is a little blinded by love

Giant Loki holding a tiny phone

BAHAHAAHAHA “hey earth girl, you haven’t got a friend, have you!” YES LOKI ITS ME. MARRY ME

Stop throwing phones lmao

BRUH HOW IS SURTUR NOT EVIL EITHER? AND STOP FLIRTING WITH THE STATUE OF LIBERTY.

NO HE DESTROYED HER ARM LMAO

There goes the power grid

NOT THE SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE

Lmao there he goes

WHY DID KORG HAVE A PACIFIER IN HIS MOUTH

Bout time Heimdall popped in

Aaaaaand Jane got abducted by heimdall

Seeing as Heimdall hasn’t said anything, I’m assuming they didn’t get Idris back lol.

How is shield so chill on murdering Thor? Yes he’s destructive but they’re resorting to killing him so fast instead of talking to him! No one has even told him he’s putting the planet at risk! Dudes too dumb to know on his own!

JANE STOP DRINKING

Damn Maria Hill I had higher hopes for you

Lying Thor

Okay so shield trusts Frigga to help, but still irks me that shield was so trigger/nuke happy… seems the opposite of what we’ve seen of them (ugh just gotta ignore it and chock it up to this being an alternate reality)

Ew Drax

Loki calling the other jotuns “ice bros” lmao

It’s also mantis and Yondu!!

wait how did grandmaster just teleport away like the bifrost?

Nice going thor. You big hunky dummy

“MY MOTHER IS COMING.” Good lord is this high school now lmao???

How do they all know Frigga and why are they all afraid?

Damn the bifrost takes a lot longer than I would have expected

No no Thor the tower of pisa is meant to be tilted—oh whatever

Wait, but I don’t see loki helping, is he gonna be up to something last minute to ruin Thor’s cover up lmao?

I don’t believe Frigga would be tricked this easily lmao

Thor you are such a bad liar

Lmao here comes carol

Hahaha how did mjolnir get so trashed

Wow thor is so much taller than Jane

Wow this Jane and Thor seem to have more chemistry than the sacred timeline version ever did

Wait I want resolve for Loki!!

Uh oh

WHAT

ULTRON VISION WITH THE INFINITY STONES?? HOW

No resolution for that??? Well then. Rip this universe too lmao

Damn I wanted more Loki

There better be a Loki centric episode sometime. If they didn’t it’d a huge missed opportunity from marvel

Okay yea looking at the credits, Carol Danvers wasn’t played by Brie Larson but a lady named Alexandra Daniels. Odd they didn’t get Brie Larson.

Probably my favorite episode so far even with how absurd it was. A lot more upbeat than the past few ones with a better resolve to the story imo.

Also, if anyone can provide me of screenshots of Loki from this episode I would be very grateful

#marvel #marvel studios #marvel cinematic universe #marvel what if…?#marvel what if #what if #what if…?#Thor #thor odinson #Frigga #Loki #loki laufeyson #marvel Thor #marvel Loki #captain marvel #carol danvers

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mha-smipy07 · 3 years

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It's a Date?

plot(ig):you get asked on a date by itadori yuji and it was good unit he started acting funny.

warnings: langage and i kinda mad itadori a fuck boy in a part of it :) oops(not really tho)

A/n: aaa i had so much fun with this idea, i hope you like it and please like and reblog it

"ya so its a date?" you couldn't change your mind with the smile on his face so you agreed and =g with his friends, and damn he was fast. he only lose one because his very kind friends dog knocked him over.

you started laughing and your friends asked what was so funny. "that guy's dog just body checked the one with pink hair" you covered your asusment with your hand over your mouth. but your friends looked confused

"um (name) there's no dogs over there" your best friends looked at you like your losing your mind. but she was crazy there where 2 dogs over there.

"what do you mean? look a black and white dog- oh shit never mind" you shook your head and looked back over, where those curses? you forgot that you were the only person in your friend group who could see curses, you didn't want to tell then because they didn't believe in them.

"that guy is cute imma go talk to him!" you quickly jump up and walk over but you noticed the girl who he was talking to, was that his girlfriend? you wouldn't be surprised he is extremely handsome. but woers goes to worse it is his girlfriends but there black hairs dude with the dogs is cute to.

"hey can i pet your dogs?" you asked looking at the blue haired guy, who gave you a very surprised look.

"y-you can see them?" he asked looking almost scared. you shook your head and waved at the pink haired one. you needed to know his name. "um ya you can pet them but you do know those dogs ar-"

"are curses? yes i know. and yes i can see curses, no i'm not becoming a jujutsu sorcier" you cut him off, smiling like it was a common and normal thing to say. he just nodded and looked over to his friends. "hey what's that guys name?" you asked pointing to they guy you where eyeing "and does he have a girlfriend?"

"thats itadori yuji, and no i dont think theres anyone in the world besides gojo and nobara who can stand him" he rolled his eyes and looked at you. "oh don't tell me you think he's cute or something?"

"sorry but he is very cute but what's your name? we could be friends" you flashed a smile at yuji when he looked at you.

"well i think your just his type, but you would probably get along with him. oh also my name is Fushiguro Megumi" he smiled a little at you and then took out his phone.

"that's a cute name but im going to go talk to itadori now, also you dogs are cute!" you said walking over to itadori.

"hey" you smiled "i was wondering if you wanted to be friends i guess, i was watching you guys race from over there and you looked like fun to hang out with" you glanced at the girl he was with and your guessing her name is nobara based off what Fushiguro said.

itadori eyed you up and down before giving you a toothy grin that almost looked cocky. "ya for sure! you wanna hang out with us for the rest of the day? we are gonna go to the mall soon and then we going to get some food" he offered and you looked bad to your friends and the to the grass. you guys were hanging out, but then again you guys hang out all the time. they will be fine without you for one day.

"ya sure, but i drove here with my friends so id have to ride with one of you, and i have to go tell my friends nicely i'm ditching them" you let out a small giggle.

"ok that's fine we have one more seat in nobaras car" he pointed to the girl next to him and she waved at you, she was really pretty. you nod and ran over to your friends.

you walked up to them and smiled shyly. "hey, so i'm going to go hang out with that dude and his friends today, is that ok?" you asked as the guilt of leaving your life long friends for some guy you just met.

"ya that's fine we can hang out tomorrow but go get yourself laid we all know you need it" your friends waved you off before giving you side eye and started laughing. "ya ya shut up, you two have fun" you grabbed your purse and ran back over to the 3.

"ok they know your not kidnapping me" your comment made nobara and itadori laugh. it's your mission to make megumi laugh and to flirt with itadori witch will be easy.

"ok lets go" nobara grabbed her bag and keys and we started walking to her car. "im sitting in the front. and yuji i will punch you if you try to beat me to the car" megumi grunted and glared at yuji. it was hard to tell the he actually wanted to hang out with either of them, he didn't smile much and he would insult them but that may just be him.

you hopped in and reached for the seat belt but-- "uh there's no seat belt"-- you quickly realized there was no seat belt on your side.

"oh ya sorry my cousin decided to cut the seat belt in half you have to side in the middle or not buckle" you gave you a apologetic look.

"oh now i see why Fushiguro didn't want to sit in the back" you chuckled because it was getting a little awkward in the car.

you slid next to yuji and placed your bag on the seat you should be sitting in and buckled. "good choice, nobara sucks at driving" yuji whispered in to your ear sending chills down your spine. you giggled and took out your phone to check you messages from your friends.

you had 2 text your friend. 'what's that guys name?' and ' has he dicked you down yet?' where those said text. you started laughing and went to reply forgetting how close you are to yuji. 'the guy with the pink hair is itadori and sadly no lol'

itadori smirked at the text before leaning in to your ear. "sadly uh?" you wiped your head away from your phone almost hitting him in the face with yours. his smirk went away as soon had he saw your face. "um sorry i shouldn't have read your text" his face turned a little red and he looked up so see you guys had 5 mins till you got to the mall.

"its ok, but can i have your number?" you ask holding out your phone. he shook his head and took your phone to put his number in, and but his name as 'hot guy from park' you snorted at the name and rolled your eyes. the last 4 minutes when by fast as nobara started blasting her favorite songs and you guy where at the mall in no time.

nobara and megumi when into a clothing shop because she was going to give him a better style so you and yuji went to look around a shoe store a little bit away from them. you and yuji started talking about shoes you guys wish you could afford and laughed a little together before leaving to grab ice cream.

"hey so this may be a little random and i get if you say no but would you wanna go out together? like tonight maybe" yuji scratched the back of if head as his face started to turn red.

"ya sure like a date?" you asked taking a lick at your melting ice cream.

"ya so it's a date?" you couldn't change your mind with the smile on his face so you agreed and he texts nobara that you two are going to go out. you guys start talking about where to go to eat and what to do.

"why don't we just stay here and there's a taco bell down the road we could go to for food later?" Yuji looked at you and started laughing.

"i'm ok with that but taco bell for our first date?" he snickered as you shook your head. "ok im good with that" he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. his hands were so much bigger than yours, he was so much bigger than you in general. you had a thin shirt on and it was getting a little chilly and Yuji nodisted so he almost forced you to take his hoodie and put it on almost drowning in the sent of cedar wood and sage.

you guys found a bench and sat down to start getting too know each other, sharing childhood stories and your likes and dislikes. he looked a little cold because he didn't have a hoodie on so you scooted closer and wrapped his arm around him in a weak attempt to warm him up a little.

"you looked a little cold" you almost whisper nuzzling your head into his chest. the laugh that left his mouth sounded so deep when your head was against him. his heart beat was getting faster and faster like he was getting scared or nervous. he was fine before, maybe you were pushing your boundaries by snuggling up to him. you glanced at his wrist and there where 2 black lines forming around his wrist slowly so you pulled away from him to look at him.

the only thoughts that went through your mind was 'holy shit' and 'what the fuck is going on?'. Yuji now had some black face markings on him forehead, nose and cheeks. not to mention that this didn't look like Yuji, ya his hair was the same before he pushed his it back and same clothes but it wasn't Yuji. "Yu-"

"I'm not Yuji sweetheart, Im sukuna and this brat besided to eat one of my fingers but i'm the king of curses." sukuna cuts you off and smiled, fuck even their smiles are different and his voice is so much deeper than yuji's. "but damn this brat can pull some cuties, i always like to take a look at them myself, normally scares them off"

"oh well nice to meet you sukuna" you said slowly still trying to process everything, but it makes sense if megumi has his curses and training to become a sorcerer, no doubt him and nobara and too. they probably go to school together. but you have an idea that he had a curse but this is not what you expected. but he was hot, you hated to say it but he was but he was only hot because Yuji is to.

"damn it sukuna stop that. your so annoying" the voice was Yugi's but there mouth was moving, god this was confusing but apparently he can still talk when sukuna have control over the body. "your lucky i cant kill you brat. but fine i'll go" sukuna replied to Yuji and the markings started to slowly fade.

"uh i'm sorry about that, he likes to do that sometimes, he's a dick but i'm not! he just gets cireus and wants to see things in his own eyes" Yuji appolagised letting out a big sigh. "he used to be worse but im starting to get him whipped, he thought this era was better than this." yuji started to chuckle so you did to.

"i can still talk and see you tho" a mouth appeared on Yuji's cheek then disappeared.

"uh now that's a little freaky" pointing at his cheek you start to laugh. "but just know this isn't gonna scare me off, i've seen a lot of things before"

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A/n: sorry but im getting lazy on this and idk what else to put on here :) so here you go, please like and reblog also sry if i spelled any names wrong

#jjk imagines #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #yuji itadori #itadori yuuji #itadori x y/n #sukuna #anime imagines #sukuna x y/n #love you bestie

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violetnotez · 4 years

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HANDCUFF HC PART 2

anonymous: Yes umm hi I was wondering if you could do the handcuff hc for kirishima todoroki and shinso if you don’t that’s fine but I really like your writing thank you

Im sorry anon I currently dont write for Shinsou...but Im thinking I may in the future! Anyways, I did Kirishima and Todo for ya, as requested :) (Also-these are kinda long...sorry not sorry?)

Hancuff HC Part 1 w/ Izuku and Bakugo

(RULES | MASTERLIST| | REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

Kirishima

For a while now, Kirishima had noticed you’d been kinda distant

You two had been officially dating for only a few weeks, but you had been friends for quite a while now and he pretty much knew you like the back of his hands

So when you weren’t smiling as much as you used to, weren’t being as happy, and seemed to be more quiet around him, he knew something was up

But everytime he would ask, you seemed to brush it off, as if it wasn't there

“Its okay Kiri, Im fine!” you’d reply, giving him that smile that use to be so much more bright

He really couldn’t figure it out- did he do something wrong? Did he make you mad? Did he say something? WHAT WAS IT?

Poor baby is kinda insecure so he’d instantly be so worried your breaking up with him or something

The day he finally decided he was going to do something was when he was talking to Momo, who was a good friend of yours, wondering if she heard anything from you about your feelings and why you’d been acting so distant

While he was listening to Momo and how she didnt hear about anything from you, he saw you from behind

He noticed that your face fell slightly when you saw him with her, and before he could even say “hi” or ask what was wrong, you instantly walked the other way

Poor Kiri STILL could not understand what was wrong- but he was going to….with the help of his buddies of course!

After class, Kirishima went to Kaminari and told him about his predicament

since Kaminari is always talking about how he knows women so well, he should know what to do, right?

WRONG

“...so I dont know what do man,” he sighed, “Got any ideas?”

Kaminari looked up thoughtfully, thinking about what Kirishima should do

He then snaps his fingers, a light bulb going off in his head

Kaminari grinned, proud of himself- “Dude, I got the perfect idea!”

ALSO WRONG

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Kirishima had asked you to come up to his room-no reason why, just to “hang out”

You smiled sadly at his text, climbing up the stairs to his dorm, thinking about his talk with Momo you had witnessed

You couldn't help it, but you were feeling insecure- Kirishima was such a wonderful and caring person, and even more so as a boyfriend! He was attractive, passionate, hardworking...he was so perfect you couldnt help but think that maybe...you werent as perfect for him as he was for you….

Was there somebody out there better for him? Was he maybe going to find them and leave you? Your heart twinged painfully at the idea, knowing full well you’d be destroyed when-if- that day came

You sighed, preparing yourself to push those feelings down and be happy- you knocked on the door, but, no answer

You stood there for a few moments, wondering what was going on- Kirishima always opened the door so enthusiastically, swinging it open even before your knuckles hit the wood of the frame

You knocked again, but still- no answer. After a few minutes, you got impatient, trying the door knob, which was, surprisingly, unlocked

You creaked the door open, peering into the dark room- it looked completely vacant

Your prayed that this wasn’t some stupid prank his friends were doing on you as you hesitantly walked into the darkness

Your heart fell into your stomach as the door suddenly closed, a cold hand grabbing your wrist

“Oh my god,” you thought frantically, “the villains are here.”

You couldn't even scream, you were so terrified, expecting your ultimate demise when-

“Geez, y/n why are you shaking so bad? You okay babe?” Kirishima asked, his voice full of concern as he turned on the lights

You looked around, adjusting your eyes as you stared at your boyfriend with complete disbelief that he’d do something so cruel to you

“What the hell-No I am not fine Kirishima! Why would you scare me that bad-”

you looked down frantically, your heart still pumping as if you had just sprinted a mile, remembering the cold hand touching your skin

“ what, what's around my wrist?”

“Oh-I-well-Im sorry-I didnt mean-” he was completely flustered, he didnt know what to do first

Does he tell you sorry and hug you, or just tell you straight out why he did that?

He also feels completely stupid- when Kaminari told him to catch you by surprise, Kirishima didn't mean to scare you in the process

At the time, getting you to his room and handcuffing you in the dark seemed perfectly right- now seeing your terrified face makes him feel like total crap.. He didnt really think that it'd scare you, but now thinking about it, of course it did!

Geez, he was the worst boyfriend ever, he thought to himself, wishing he could kick himself for thinking so dumbly

“If you were into this type of stuff, Kiri, you said, “ your face now completely flushed red, “all you had to do was tell me,”

You looked down, not able to look him in the eye

He looked at you confused, not understanding at first what you were implying- into what stuff?

He then realized what you meant...he lured you into his room, shut the door on you, and then handcuffed you- now his face was as red as his hair- oh my god, he really screwed up, now you think he’s some creepy wierdo! He literally wanted to crawl into a hole

“Oh my god- y/n- I swear that’s not what this was- Jesus Christ- uh-” he jumbled out, feeling stupider and stupider the more he talked

“Then what is this, exactly?”

“Uh-” he stuttered, his brain feeling fried- god why couldn't he just talk!

You looked at your boyfriend, concern written all over your features. “Kirishima?”

He sighed, looking down at your delicate wrist

“Baby, please dont be mad,” he asked, his voice now soft, “but I-I noticed lately you’ve been more down in the dumps. I’ve tried to talk to you about it and you brushed it off, but I just know something’s wrong with you, and I just want to make you happy, princess. I don't want to see you sad!”

“So…” he continued, his face a little less red, “I went and talked to Kaminari to see what I should do and he told me to do- this- so you’d have to talk to me…”

You looked at Kirishima’s obviously embarrassed face and couldn't help but giggle from how adorable he was. Yes, you did feel bad for worrying him so much, but it was pretty cute how hard he tried to make you feel better.

And you were also pretty confused- why Kaminari? The dude has gotten laid as much times as Mineta- so practically NONE-

you mentally told yourself to sit with Kirishima one day and explain Kaminari was NOT the way to go for girl advice

“Thank you, Eiji, for trying so hard,” you thanked sweetly, making him feel a little better, “and you know, your right, I have been feeling down lately…”

You told him everything, every insecurity and doubt you’d been having for the last few weeks

Being the good boyfriend he was, he listened calmly to each and every word, even though he desperately wanted to say how untrue all those thoughts were! He was dating you because he loved you, every perfectly imperfect part of you- if he didnt love you, he wouldn't be with you, plain and simple. But he was already so desperately falling for you he couldn't imagine himself without you...to be honest, he felt the same way sometimes

He instantly wrapped you in a bear hug, feeling terrible for not even knowing this all happening! But he was so happy you finally were able to come out and talk to him, even if it did take a little coaxing

“Oh my gosh y/n Im so sorry you were feeling like that!” he’d say, squeezing you close to him, “I love you so much, I’d never leave you-ever- and you are perfect for me, even if you don't think you are ...please dont ever forget that!”

“Okay Eiji, I wont, I promise!” you laughed, “But you're squishing me!”

He instinctively lets go, allowing you to breathe more properly, “Sorry babe!” He’d chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck

“Could, you...maybe-” you smiled, clanking the handcuffs on their wrists

“Oh geez, sorry!” he’d chuckle nervously, rummaging through his pockets for the key and unlocking it

“Thanks,” you’d smile, rubbing your wrists

Then a thought dawned on you as you were both walking out of his room

“Hey Kiri?” you asked

“Hm?”

“Where did you get the handcuffs?”

“Oh, from Kaminari! He said he just had them lying around, and that it’d be fine if I borrowed them!” he smiled as if it was the most innocent thing ever

“Wait….” you and Kirishima thought about this...Kaminari...handcuffs….

“Oh my god, ew!” you’d look down at your wrists as Kirishima realized...why maybe Kaminari had handcuffs…and his face turned beet red

“Im going to go wash my hands... with bleach!” you’d scream out, Kirishima following and trying hard not to laugh at your disgusted face

Todoroki

FInally, hero training class- the one class you actually looked forward to

And the one class where you could star at your crush, Todoroki without being seen

- you sat in the most perfect area-

You were in the back, where Todoroki sat a few rows above to your left, so you could stare at his complexion all class without a single person knowing

It was so hard not too- he was so damn pretty with that perfect red and white part in his hair, those mismatched eyes, his strong jawline-

“...any questions?” Midnight asked the class, everyone seeming to be excited for today’s lesson...except you. You looked completely confused as your trance on Todorki’s face was broken.

“Hey, y/n! You okay girlie?” Mina asked, a giddy smile on her face

“Yeah, totally!” you replied, shaking off the intense gaze you had on Todoroki. “What’d I miss?”

“Oh my gosh you didnt hear!” Mina squealed, “we’re going to do a partner training exercise- the teachers are going to handcuff us to another student, and we have to go through the simulated city with the training bots from the Entrance Exams! Cool, right?!”

“Uh, right!” you said apprehensively- you couldnt think of something more terrifying as a training exercise, but everyone else seemed pretty interested

You gave a glance at Todoroki, noticing his calm demeanor against the wave of hysteria going on in the classroom

“You think we’d be able to pick our own partners?” you asked

“Nah, I dont think that’ll happen, Midnight said the groups are already pre-picked based on abilities…” Mina said, “but if I get Bakugo, I will literally barf!”

You laughed, knowing full well Mina would hate that...she hung out with Bakugo, but she couldnt really stand him without Kirishima at his side to cool him down

You sighed, secretly wishing you didnt get Bakugo either as Midnight read off the names

“Deku….Froppy”

“Iida...Invisible Girl”

“MIna...Bakugo” (at which Mina yelled out “Goddammit!”, making the whole class laugh and Bakugo immediately going into rant)

Kirishima….Uraraka

Todoroki...y/n…..

Midnight kept on listing out names, not even noticing the total chaos she set off in you

Your eyes shot up, not believing your ears- you and Todoroki- were partners!?

Todoroki looked back at you, his face completely unreadable as your cheeks burst with color

Oh Jesus why did he have to be so pretty?

You gave him a small smile as your face turned red, and he raised his hand, acknowledging your kindness and then instantly turning around

You let out a sigh, feeling your body turn antsy- this training exercise was going to be the death of you

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You were now both in the “city”, Todoroki dangerously close to you as you both walked the streets apprehensively, searching for the towering bots that would be coming at any moment

You gave Todoroki a side glance, catching a glimpse of that handsome face

The whole time you guys had not even talked once, making your hopes get crushed slightly- its been 10 minutes! And its like he hasnt even acknowledged your presence...even though you're literally attached to him now

You sighed, trying to not let your self doubt get the best of you-

Todoroki was generally always quiet, this is him just at his finest right? You gave his face another glance, cant helping to admire the scar around his eye that just made your heart swoon

“Is everything alright y/n? You’ve been staring at me for quite some time now,” he asked so nonchalanty

You jumped in shock, feeling your face erupt in red

“I-uh-yeah,actually Im fine!” your voice went up like 10 octaves, making you cringe in disgust

Todoroki turned to you, noticing how red you had gotten

“Y/n?” he asked in that husky voice that made your heart stop beating, “are you alright? Your extremely flushed.” He placed the back of his hand on your forehead, making your face 10x redder

He knows you two are supposed to be in training, but if your not feeling well, he cant allow you to keep training! That would just be improper

He lets his hand sit there, those mismatched eyes boaring into yours as you bite your lower lip, not knowing what to do- it felt like you were just melting against his touch

“I’ve noticed everytime I see you your very flushed, y/n,” he asked, his voice full of concern, “are you sure you’re truly not sick?”

“Y-yes Todo I promise, Im not sick,” you smiled, your body going haywire- he’s noticed your blushes. God no why!

“Lets just focus on the training simulator,” you tried to change the subject in order to keep your face from getting any warmer, sadly pulling away from his touch

“I- Agreed,” he looked down at the ground, as if something he wanted to say was struggling to come out

You kept trucking forward throughout the city, trying to ignore Todoroki’s presence beside you...it was so intoxicating, God, if you could just look at him again-

“y/n!” Todoroki yelled- you were again in your thoughts, not even noticing the giant ROBOT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

He instantly scooped you up in your arms, activating his ice quirk to allow him to slide away from the giant fist that slammed into the ground where you two stood

Your face instantly erupted in red again, feeling Shouto’s tone muscles through his hero suit as he worked to get you out of danger

He looked down at you, causing your face to become more red

“Y/n, please- I think your sick-”

“Im-Im not sick!” you yelled, exasperated at yourself for becoming such a wreck in front of him.

But really- how could he be this unaware to your feelings? It was a blessing and a curse to be honest

“You’re cheeks are extremely red, your stuttering, and your vision is clealry impaired- you didnt even see the enemy, y/n! Im going to signal to Midnight that we cant continue, you need to go to the nurses’s-”

“No Todo, we are not doing that!” you said slightly stern- hell you’d let this dumb crush make you and Shouto fail!

You both looked at the robot coming at you two- using your quirk, you slowed the robot some, and Todoroki freezed it with his quirk

“Quick- that’ll only hold it for a few minutes,” he replied quickly, you two going into a run

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pick up y/n? It’ll alleviate the pain-”

“Todoroki, for the last time, Im not sick!” you yelled between breathes, exasperated by his blindness to your feelings, “Im acting like this because I like you, okay! I like you alot Shouto.”

You continued running, not even able to look him in the eye- you were a wreck- you just confessed!!

Shouto didnt say anything, letting your words sink in

You- liked him? He couldnt believe it- he knew he was extremely quiet and reserved, especially around you...but he couldn't believe you would like him back. Every since you came to UA he thought you were exceptionally beautiful and absolutely the light of everyone’s life, including his. Your personality was endearing and your smile so gorgeous he couldn't stand it. He wasn’t well with crushes, or girls for that matter, so he just admired you from afar, but he wished he had the courage to talk to you more and just confess himself

“I-I think I might be ‘sick’ too,” he turned to you slightly, smiling, his cheeks slightly flushed red

---------------Meanwhile in the class-------------

Everyone was crowded in the viewing room, watching the monitor’s on the screen, focusing on you and Shouto’s every move

Unknowing to you two, UA had planted mics in the training city you two were in, so everyone heard your confession

A gasp filled the room, the girls squealing in happiness and the boys very confused

Kaminari looked slightly depressed, because he thought you were pretty cute and now he couldn't flirt with you anymore, and Kirishima kept going on about how “manly” it was for you to confess so honestly

Uraraka was squealing onto Deku’s arm about how happy she was you finally said it (as Deku agreed as red as a tomato)

Mina just laughed hysterically

‘HE THOUGHT SHE WAS SICK!”

She never let you live that moment down….EVER

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macklives · 4 years

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session 92 end (bye 413...)

this session was so long but so fucking hectic what the fuck

im going to try and slim it down to its bare essentials rather than go on a full rant because im pretty sure i want to make a post later on about vriska’s characterisation (not anything about me liking her/disliking her, just an analyse on her life really, so it wont be too bias because thats not the point of an analysis. i also want to do one on aradia, been meaning to for a while... hmm... damn i havent done much analogies lately, and i THINK the last long post on a character i made was about davesprite??? so its been a fucking while. that being said, ill leave a lot of details out for this end of session notes so i dont just repeat myself later on. rather will keep to plot points here and then make character points in another)

alright

first we had a page or two where aradia confided in nepeta about her being dead which means nepeta is the only one to know this revelation. im pretty sure aradia confided because there was no other way around it, since nepeta was her server player, so it was inevitable. either way, aradia still put her trust in nep, which means, if you think about it, nobody else knows and nobody else ever will. and considering aradia asked nep to keep it a secret, it probably wont get explored by others until MAYBE later on, whenever its plot relevant, so everyone will be in the dark about it for a while which ill have to remember for future dialogue and scenes with aradia in them

then we met vriska

which, yes, is a meme. i may not have been on a lot of fandom platforms, but you cant escape some of the stuff that goes around the internet. even if you dont know undertale, im pretty sure you know of sans. or komaeda if you have/havent seen danganronpa. its just.. the memes, ya know? ive heard from many sources of the “vriska did nothing wrong” quote (even through mbmbam which??? WHAT) but since i didnt even know what it meant, i never explored it so then i never knew it was a homestuck thing. imagine my surprise...... i think even at the time, i wouldnt have known what homestuck was either honestly so it wouldnt even matter. i only recently learned about the fandom.... uhh, maybe half a year ago??? yeah, august, so my knowledge was slim but vriska is a thing ive heard before, which still shocks me

goddammit

anyways back to her

so her intro was something, we pretty much found out she likes DnD (a FANATIC in fact) and feeds her lusus the flesh of living trolls. which is fucked up. but i wont get too much into detail about that until i make a post about her life on alternia and the consequences of such. or maybe just alternia in general...?? or *both* heheheh but i feel i need more information before i go off on a tangent about that

then we met??? white text dude?? who is a major asshole but an asshole with insults that hURted, to think i felt bad for VRISKA when that happened. woah.

i said before, but... karkat, he cant really hit deep because his insults are just HIM and his way to express himself. like some people find it natural to just go “FUCK YOU” to show emphasis on a point, and thats just karkats way. he may do it so aggressively that it takes you a second to realize what he said, but usually i dont take anything to heart whenever he spurts out some insults. ive progressed to the point where whatever he says, is just “karkat” and not him trying to be actively mean. rather, its now funny whenever he does say anything SOMEWHAT creative, dude has an imagination that goes on for miles

but vriska?? she IS trying to be a bully, you can tell. but i feel theres something much more to that. like shes trying to prove herself and her “blueblooded” demeanours or whatever the hierarchy is. she doesnt want to show emotions so she makes herself a barrier by being mean is what i can gather from her conversation with kanaya. im pretty sure youre not supposed to understand her until its pointed out and rather see her as an “antagonist” at first, but yeah, her insults are more pitiful than anything and i also cant take her too seriously. i may not like her as a person but her character is interesting because you cant always have the goodie two shoes as the protags. it doesnt diversify the characterisation so i like vriska as someone who makes the plot work and it becomes more interesting since you have someone that makes it harder for the main crew to progress. a happy-go-lucky adventure with no trouble and no turnabouts would be boring in a way. so having a character like vriska, or like this new white text guy, it makes you stop for a second and realize oh shit okay, here’s where shit CAN go wrong and WHY. and i do especially like it when these bastards of characters somehow have more depth than being the “bastard characters”. kinda humanizes them in a way. doesnt mean you have to LIKE them continuously, but theyre humans (trolls whatever) in the end and every person has their own story whether its for better or for worse

for example, i like her being placed into the story, along with white text, by how its all leading to this “accident” and is slowly showing us hints on what happened, but in the end, it wont be until later that we know the full story. even if it was in the past, it apparently is very vital to the plot and shapes how the characters act in the future, so important aspects like that are to look out for. and usually they only occur when theres been some trouble within friend dynamics. so without these bastard of characters, plot wouldnt grow AS strong and i often keep that in mind when i explore a story.

anyways, I HAD A POINT TO THIS: so vriska and karkat are characters who are yes, mean, but it seems to be their personality, and the way they either show emotions and convey feelings (karkat) or make a barrier so they DONT show emotions to produce vulnerability (vriska), white text guy seems to mostly be out to be an asshole. he told vriska she was useless to sum it up but im not too sure if this is one of those “first dialogue” to mould out a bias opinion before we even get to the character themselves, but judging by how vriska and karkat played out, he surely means something bad and i dont know how to explain it. but i cannot base anything off from one piece of dialogue. i dont even know what else to call him other than white text guy so...... ill just leave that out for now, until we finally get his introduction

though, i do wish to mention, and will expand on, im not wrong when i say karkat and vriska are similar but in different context. sorry if youre favourite is karkat and you dont like vriska, or vice versa, but uhhhh their introductions are so similar its uncanny and the way they’re portrayed is the same except one is more on crack about the meddling, while the other is angry about the meddling. similar to how it was with karkat, we were introduced to vriska talking with someone we knew (tavros) whom she obviously didnt like, so obviously, from her point of view, she wanted to be menacing. like how karkat was menacing to jade because she wouldnt listen to his point... he got angry, so he lashed out. but us, the readers, didnt know that. we thought “oh god its this asshole” until we made it further in the story and started to warm up to karkat. it may not be the same with vriska, she may be a bully regardless, but you cannot tell me we moulded a bias towards her character as we did when we first read karkat. theyre both truly mean to other people, maybe both for different reasons, but i do want to point out the similarities and not leave that out. im pretty sure andrew basically gave us a conversation that formed our opinion of a character right off the bat rather than go into depth of WHY they did it, and how they are naturally without the conditions of the game. which, you can also see with vriska when she conversed with kanaya. andrew started off with a character who only appears to speak once, and makes you judge them from first appearance alone, without any explanation as to why they said what they said and how they are with other characters, let says. so you assume they were simply a rude character. now look how karkat turned out. so im guessing in homestuck, the first impression should never be the opinion you stick with until MAYBE 5 more conversations with that character (each one different)

OKAY done with the vriska introduction, now to slutquius

yes, hes kinda weird, i have stated that many times. i have no idea what to say about him other than he likes porn, he likes centaur dick which just so happens to be his lusus as well and if that isnt a red flag idk what is

he also likes his lusus milk, right from the udders of his guardian

fun times, fun times

my opinion of equius kinda.. differs. which i should really put in place the “dont judge by first impression” rule, because at first i thought he was rude with, then i thought he was hhh okay, because i understood why he was being so protective over nepeta and her team placement, since the people she was going to play with WERE dangerous. but if you think about it, both sides will probably put you in danger. it just depends on which ones you confide in more to protect your back rather than those which would cause trouble on purpose, in my HONEST opinion. so equius was a little overdramatic on that part, but i got what he meant. he was on the blue team and he didnt want to leave nepeta alone without him on the red. but then this session happened. and he went back to being weird again because of the whole porn thing, especially being so open about it like dude chill youre 13. but the thing is, then i felt bad for him because hes basically touch starved. to say that he could break anything he touches, i doubt people would go up to him for hugs. in fear they would be crushed to death by a simple hug. so im guessing hes rather lonely and doesnt really know how to interact because of this. so i felt sad that he had to live a life where he needs to be careful of everything he touches so it doesnt break randomly. see? poor dude. but then things got weird. and im pretty sure hes a masochist. so my opinion on equius is a fucking cosine graph

which brings us to the final point:

gamzee and equius’ conversation

i dont even know.....like.........gamzee was unaware that equius was using him for his own power play roleplay, right? gamzee knew it was a roleplay but it had had some.. idk.... obvious sexual implications? and i bet gamzee didnt really know that? he thought they were only venting out through a simple roleplay and trying to get closer because he originally thought equius hated him, considering equius flat out said “i hate you” and gamzee went “you tell me everyday and im okay with that” so.. gamzee probably wanted only to get closer to equius so he helped out his little problem which.. thats so sweet but i feel bad he was coerced into something he didnt get, especially since he was innocent enough to go along without knowing equius’ true gain

anyways, equius was getting off with the hierarchy thing. considering he’s “lower” than gamzee, and gamzee is surprisingly ...high on the spectrum??? so equius wanted gamzee to boss him around, because it felt only natural to him since he’s the “inferior one” and gamzee is The Big Man. like i get that, but it was written in a way that was so uncomfortable, that i wish i didnt. equius is just a weird character... hes not BAD per say, but hes... hes something alright

but im really liking gamzee. the two things which struck me in that one conversation, was the “i dont get why we should dictate people by the colour of their blood, i just see people as people” piece of dialogue and “i cant go around pleasing just everything so its alright if you hate me”

thats... so good, idk. i really liked that. i also really liked when kanaya said “youre dangerous but dangerous people are needed and are important because it shapes you” like <33 my fucking heart

god homestuck may be a tad on the weird side with some of its characters but it surely knows how to create great lines of dialogue

and that concludes the long 4 hour session i did, hope you all enjoyed it

with that, i rest

#homestuck #homestuck liveblog #hs92 #hs92 end #i wrote more than i should have but i had a lot to say #just you wait for those analogy/analysis posts

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liberolove · 4 years

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Testing the Waters (pt. 2)

Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies

Part: [part two] out of ???

Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader

A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think

Genre: fluff, smut, crack

Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans

It’s been three days since the last time you saw Yuu. Gosh, even saying his name to yourself gave you goosebumps. You two have been texting non stop and honestly, it felt so refreshing. You were a pretty bad texter but he knew how to keep the conversation going.

One of his favorite things to do was play 21 questions with you. He wasn’t like those fuckboys who would use this opportunity to ask you if you were a virgin or what your favorite position was. Yuu was different. He came up with the craziest scenarios and judged you on the way you answered. One time he asked you how you would escape a 300 lb lion that just broke out of the zoo you were visiting. You honestly had no idea how to respond but eventually you replied,

“I’d make sure to run with a crowd and ‘accidentally’ trip a slow runner so that the lion could get distracted and probably (most likely) attack them. This would buy me some time to get the hell out there.”

This response caught Noya off guard but he loved the way you thought. You continued to come up with barbaric schemes to survive all the scenarios he would throw at you. He kept you guessing and that was what you liked so much about him. He was wild and so were you.

You were getting a little impatient over your next date so you took a deep breath and eventually asked him.

Y/N: Heeey, Yuu. I was wondering when you’d like to go out again. I’d really like to go out with you again.

Nishinoya Yuu: hey cutie! I’ve been wanting to see you again but I haven’t had any days off from work lately.. (; ･`д･´) IM DYING!! I just wanna see yoouuuuu

Y: Aw man.. :( That sucks. When do you think you’ll get your next day off?

N: idk tbh but hopefully it’s soon!!

Y: no worries, just let me know.

N: will do!!

Well, that was that. Now you wondered what you should do to pass the time. You were bored again and needed something to do. “Oh wait. I should check the app. I haven’t checked since I messaged Yuu on there. Maybe I have more matches.”

You opened up the app and you had 10 notifications. You had gotten some likes on the selfie you posted and several people viewed your profile. You checked who looked at your profile, and it was mostly ugly, older, men. “Gross,” you thought to yourself. Besides this, you noticed some new messages.

You opened up the first message.

“Hey sexy! Wanna come see me play? Click my link https://…..”

“Damn bots. So annoying.” You deleted the message. Next message:

“DTF?”

“I mean like yeah, but you could’ve been less forward in your message. What a turn off..” You had one last notification left. Maybe it wouldn’t be a let down.

“Are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? 'Cause you are F-I-Ne.”

To be honest, this pick up line did make you giggle a little. You checked out the profile of the mysterious stranger who sent it and you were surprised that it was a bulked up biker. And damn, was he hot as hell.

His hair stood up in an organized, weird bed head kind of way. It made him look like a rooster. Rather than smile in his photos, he smirked. And his eyes looked like he could undress you solely with his gaze. He looked like your typical bad boy, but that didn’t make sense. Why would he use a chemistry pick up line?

This made you become even more interested, so you replied back with another cheesy pick up line.

Y/N: I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.

Kuroo Tetsuro: Hey, kitten. I thought you’d never reply. You had me waiting.

Y: umm??? calling me kitten already?

K: What’s wrong? Are you flustered already? We haven’t even met up yet.

Y: woah there cowboy! hold your horses

K: I’m not a cowboy, but I’ll gladly have you ride me instead.

Y: skskskks i cant even-

K: Sorry. Too much?

Y: YES TOO MUCH

K: Alright. Let me start over. Ahh, a fellow chemist, I presume?

Y: yeaaah, kind of. I have a love/hate relationship with chemistry.

K: Is that so? Maybe I can help with that.

Y: oh really? how so?

K: I am a chemistry major after all. I go to Sendai. Do you go to school?

Y: uhhh i’m going to start there in the fall. I still haven’t decided what to major in, just yet.

K: Maybe you’ll end up being a chemistry major like me and I can give you private one on one lessons?

Y: I highly doubt that, but nice try.

K: Have you gotten a tour of the campus yet? Or are you waiting for freshman orientation?

Y: nah, I haven’t seen all of it yet.

K: Would you like to?

Y: um sure! When are you free for my private tour? (:

K: How about tomorrow in the morning? Maybe around 9am? I can pick you up too if you’d like.

Y: Sounds good and no thanks. I’m not riding on that motorcycle! Looks scary :(

K: Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll drive safely and make sure nothing happens to you.

Y: there you go again.

K: Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. No, but really. I don’t mind picking you up. Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?

Y: nope

K: Then, let’s change that. Send me your address tomorrow morning. And get some rest.

Y: alrighty it’s a plan then!

K: No. It’s a date.

Y: sksksk omg

After that conversation, all you could think about was how the hell did you get into this mess? Motorcycles are dangerous, yet this rooster convinced you so easily to take a ride with him..

It was an understatement to say that you were nervous for tomorrow.

You set an alarm for 7 am the next day and went to bed.

Your alarm woke you up and you immediately remembered why you were awake so early. You rushed into the shower and once you were out, you spent 30 minutes deciding on what to wear. You opted for some black, ripped skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt.

At 8am on the dot, your phone’s notification bell went off. It was Kuroo.

“What’s your address, baby?”

You sent him the details and continued getting ready. You put on some light makeup and brushed your hair. You checked the time, and it was already 8:55 am. Then, your phone went off again.

“I’m outside.”

Your heart almost beat out of your chest. You grabbed your purse and put on some chapstick. You know, just in case..

You locked up your apartment and walked down the stairs. You were greeted by the biggest shit eating grin on the sexiest man you’d ever seen. You never went for the bad boys but college is a time for experimenting.

“Hey, Y/N. You ready to ride? I brought an extra helmet for you.”

“Hi, Kuroo. And yeah, I guess,” your voice shook as you replied. You were really nervous but you tried to hide it.

“Don’t worry, baby. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll keep you safe.”

His words made you melt and you had just met him. The way he cooed at you and looked your way made you blush. You felt your cheeks get hotter by the second.

“Alright. Hop on and hold on to my waist. Hold on tight or else you’re gonna fly away when I take off. Okay?”

“..okay..” you managed to mutter. You were shaking but you put on the helmet he gave you and lifted up your leg to sit on the metal machine. You slowly hugged Kuroo from behind and held on as tight as you could. Your head was smashed right up against his large, broad back.

“Ready?” he asked.

“..yeah,” you squeaked.

Before you finished saying this, he had taken off like the devil was chasing him. If this was his meaning of safe driving, you didn’t want to find out his meaning of reckless driving.

The ride to Sendai University only took about 5 minutes, when realistically it would take 20 minutes by bus. You arrived and Kuroo teased, “are you going to let go, kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you were still gripping onto him for dear life. You released him from your hold and your hands still tingled from the amount of force you applied to his shirt. “Sorry!”

“No worries. Hey, look! I brought you here alive. Aren’t you glad?�� he cackled.

His laugh sounded like a dying hyena but it did sound a little cute at the same time. “Yeah. Thank goodness. Your driving is insane, dude.”

He showed you all over campus, from the administrative buildings to the gymnasium, to the fields. Sendai was a pretty big campus, and it made you glad that you had a personal guide to show you all the different buildings.

After your little tour was over, he asked, “wanna grab a bite to eat? I’ll be a gentleman and pay for you too.”

Of course, you couldn’t say no to food. Much less, FREE FOOD! You nodded and got ready to ride the devil’s machinery again.

He took you to a nearby sushi bar. “Order whatever you’d like, princess. Today, I want to spoil you rotten.”

You melted at his words and also at the variety of rolls on the menu. You didn’t ask him if he really meant that you could order anything. You just kind of went for it. You ordered everything from shrimp tempura, to octopus, to eel. Sushi was your favorite and being told that you could order everything was a dream come true.

“Damn, girl! I had no idea you had such a huge appetite! I didn’t know you’d take me seriously on my offer. You’re gonna run my pockets dry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Sorry, Kuroo. I really couldn’t help myself. I love sushi so much.”

“I’m just teasing you, baby. You deserve to be treated like this everyday.”

You had no idea how to respond so you just kept stuffing your face with sushi.

After you finally had your fill, it was time to go home. It was getting late. Kuroo took you home and you were definitely more relaxed this time on the bike.

“I hope you had a great time today, kitty. And I hope I met your standards.”

“Yes, I did! Thank you so much, Kuroo! This was honestly so much fun. Thanks for everything.”

“Of course. Nothing but the best for you. I just need one little favor from you, baby.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Can I get a kiss from your soft lips? I know you want to. I saw the way you kept staring at me, today.”

“Oh.. uhh.. Y-yea-yeah. Sure, of course.. Yeah,” you stammered.

You looked at him with soft, shy eyes and before you knew it, he leaned in quickly and kissed you on the lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise but as he deepened the kiss, your eyes slowly shut.

The kiss felt like electricity coursing through your body. You didn’t know what it was, but this man definitely already had you wrapped around his long, slender finger.

As soon as you realized his hold on you, he backed off, and left you wanting more. He was such a tease.

“I can’t just let you have everything today, kitten. I need you wanting more.”

You didn’t know what to respond so you looked down at the ground shyly.

“I’ll message you later, y/n. Don’t make me wait too long, again.”

You waved and muttered, “Thank you, Kuroo.”

He revved up his bike and was gone in seconds.

You remained in a daze as you walked back up to your apartment. Once you got inside, you plopped down on your couch and released a long sigh. “Who knew that college was going to be so exciting..”

[link to kuroo pic i found]

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internet boy.

shigaraki x reader one-shot

Summary: You are on a popular video chat website late at night. After many disconnects, you come across a dusty-blue haired boy. You wait for him to say “show your tits” to skip him, but strangely enough he didn’t say anything. To this, you become intrigued, and stay to chat with him.

Warnings: swearing, slight yandere tendencies.

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Word Count: 4680

You yawn. You check the time on the corner of your laptops’ screen. 2 AM. Why weren’t you sleeping? Well, you were on Omegle for almost two hours, and you didn’t realize how fast the time flew by. You were bored and couldn’t sleep, so you chose to talk to strangers online who were also up late at night. Maybe you were the strange one.

You haven’t gone on Omegle for a long time, so you forgot about all the dick showing and the dudes asking to either show your tits or your ass. If you didn’t comply they’d call you a bitch and disconnect. Sometimes if you got lucky, you connected with someone sweet and you’d chat a bit until they needed to go. At least there were still some people who just wanted to talk.

You sighed as you disconnected from another penis on your screen.

If I see another dick one more time, I’m getting off.

You tapped your fingers on your laptop, waiting for someone to connect.

And someone did. It was an odd looking guy. He had shaggy light blue hair and deep, red eyes that you could hardly see. He had a tightened black hoodie, so you couldn’t see his full face; only his eyes and nose. He was leaning against a white wall behind him, and his camera only showed his torso and up. The only light was from his own screen, illuminating his face.

You furrowed a brow. He didn’t say anything, so you started typing.

You: hey

You notice his eyes move to the chat, and down to his keyboard. He started typing, and you heard the sound of the keyboard clicking. So he did have a microphone.

Stranger: what’s your name

You: (Y/N). what’s urs?

At this point, you expected him to ask something vulgar, so you hovered your mouse over the “Really?” button to disconnect if he did. But shockingly enough, didn’t.

Stranger: uh. you can call me Tom.

You smiled a bit. You found the name “Tom” funny considering the fact that maybe he was using a fake name, and to add onto your suspicion he added an “uh” in the beginning.

You: cool. i hear that u have a mic. do u wanna talk? i’m too tired to type lol

You: or do u have to be quiet because of your parents loll

You watch him read the chat, and hear a “tch” noise come out of his mouth before he aggressively starts typing.

Stranger: i can talk. but you aren’t talking, so i’m not talking. wouldn’t it be weird if i was the only one talking? weirdo.

You huff and roll your eyes. “The whole point of me asking if you want to talk is so we could talk instead of texting each other. Watch who you call a weirdo, weirdo.” You retorted. He furrowed his brows and rolled his eyes back.

“Whatever. Anyways, what time is it for you?” He asked. You noticed his voice was slightly gravelly. You squint your eyes. “Aren’t you a curious one. With the blunt questions and everything. It’s 2 at night here. You?” You smile slightly. “It’s 2 am here too. Why are you up so late?” He plays with the strings attached to his hoodie.

You sigh. “Dunno. I’m tired but can’t sleep. Why are you up so late?” You ask back. He makes his hand through his hair and hoodie and scratches his neck. “Well, I’ve been thinking about stuff, so I can’t sleep either.” You hum in response, and there’s a minute of silence between you two.

“Well, what’s on your mind then?” You ask, trying to break the awkward tension.

He grumbles. “It’s nothing. Just have a few people that I don’t like on my mind. No, hate. Deeply hate. They are terrible.” He growls, and continues scratching his neck. You frown and look at him. “Hey, don’t worry about them okay? Don’t let bullies effect you and how you feel. They’re dumb.” You comforted. You felt a bit weird comforting a person you just met online about bullies, but you really did feel sympathy for him. He probably has a hard time with them.

He looks away and nods slowly. “Yeah.. bullies..” He stops scratching his neck and puts his hand down. He looks back at the camera. “Do you have anything we can talk on?”

You giggle. “We’re talking on something already, idiot.” To that, he just looks at the screen with an annoyed look. “I’m just playing. Here’s my instagram. Or, if you prefer-“

“Instagram is fine.” He cuts you off, seconds after pulling out his phone and searching up the username you put in the chat. You pressed your lips together, and pull out your phone yourself.

tomxrxow.s has requested to follow you!

“So, Tom.. your name is an abbreviation of Tomorrow?” You ask, quietly chuckling as you accept the follow request. “Uh, sure.” He mumbled. You requested to follow him back, and in an instant he accepted. You notice he has no posts and the only people he follows is a few pro heroes and you. He only has about 20 followers too. You found it slightly uncomfortable, considering that you had a few posts of you and a couple hundred followers. You look back at the screen and see him holding his phone up and moving it to look at you.

“Hm, you’re kind of weird looking right now compared to your posts.” He shows one of your posts of you in a restaurant. You looked pretty in that photo, until you realized that he insulted you. You gasped and furrowed your brows. “Hey!” You pouted. He smirked and put his phone down. “I’m just ‘playing.’” He says, quoting you from earlier. You squint your eyes and scoff, but silently smile to yourself. You like this guy.

“Well, you got my instagram, so we could chat more. I’m feeling kind of tired, so I’ll text you tomorrow morning okay?” You smile. He sighs through his nose. “Alright, good night.” He puts up a backwards peace sign. “Don’t let the villains bite.” You roll your eyes, and to that, you disconnect and shut your laptop.

What a strange guy.

You lay down and close your eyes, and soon enough you drift to sleep.

—

You stir your cereal, waiting for Tom to finish typing.

You and him have gotten close the past 3 weeks. He was quite nice to talk to. He talked about his problems, and you talk about yours. I think it’s safe to say that you guys were great friends, and were there for each other. Not in real life, but through each other’s screen. And you were okay with that.

txmxrxow.s: i haven’t got much sleep last night.

You: ahh well you should go to sleep earlier today!

You smile to yourself. You and Tom stood up late at night talking. Sometimes you guys would call, sometimes you guys chose to just text. In the beginning of your friendship with him, you guys first went from talking for an hour, to a few hours, to the whole night. You found him interesting. The way he talked, what he talked about.. he was just nice to talk to.

txmxrxow.s: but i want to talk to youu :’(

Your heart fluttered as you read his text message. You smile goofily.

You: and i want to talk to you too! but if you don’t go to sleep early then you might just fall asleep while we’re talking, and i’ll get worried that you’re not responding. how about this, we can talk all day today and you can go to sleep tonight so we could talk tomorrow. deal?

You sigh happily. You haven’t had someone to talk to this much in a long time. The world is in a middle of a pandemic; it’s not like you can go out and hang out with your friends when everyone is in quarantine. You walk to your living room with the bowl of cereal in your hand and put it on the coffee table. You sit down on your couch, and turn on the TV. You put a spoonful of cereal in your mouth and lean back to watch what the news is for today.

“Breaking news. The League of Villains attacked the city unexpectedly last night! Heroes came late due to the fact that it was at 4 am. But thankfully, we can never not trust our strong heroes! They were close to defeat, but they struck back with all their might, leaving the villains running away! Thank you for your service Pro-Heroes, for keeping us and the city safe!”

The T.V showed footage from a helicopter above of the villains running away into a dark alley. They all disappear as they enter a purple portal one of the villains created. The camera then showed the pro heroes panting in exhaustion, walking away from the scene like it was nothing. You couldn’t blame them, it was late at night- they were tired. They weren’t willing to have an interview this late.

txmxrxow.s: Did you see the news? Smh. Pro heroes this, pro heroes that. It’s getting tiring.

You take another bite of cereal and pick up your phone to reply.

You: Yeah, but at least they keep us safe. And on that note, im glad you’re safe, but I mean we were literally up at that time just texting each other lmaooo

txmxrxow.s: haha, yeah :)

You pick up the remote control and switch the channel to something else. You were getting tired of hearing about villains and heroes all the time too.

You: anyways, i’m bored. wanna call?

txmxrxow.s: sure

You: i mean like, video call? we haven’t video called since omegle lolol

txmxrxow.s: hmm.. nah.

You frown. Didn’t he just say sure a few seconds ago?

txmxrxow.s: but i miss your cute little face. so, get on discord.

You blush and furrow your brows. Who does this guy think he is?! You huff, and pull out your laptop and open discord. Seconds after, you receive a call from Tom and accept it.

“Hello. Guess you couldn’t resist my cute ass face.” You teased. He chuckles in response, and turned on his camera. Again, he’s wearing a black tightened hoodie, so you could only see his eyes and nose, along with his messy light blue hair. “I really couldn’t.” He responded flatly. You blush and roll your eyes. “Shut up.” You grin.

You and him talked about random things. You would occasionally take a bite of your cereal, and he would snap a photo before you eat the spoonful of Froot Loops. “Hey!! Delete that!” You pleaded, covering your mouth full of milk and cereal with your hand. He laughed in response, showing his phones’ screen to the camera, which was the photo of you about to put the spoon in your mouth. You swallowed the food in your mouth and crossed your arms. “Not funny! I’m turning off my camera.” You huffed, and turned off the camera.

“Nooo! Come back!” He pleaded, exaggerating the “No.” You laughed, and turned on your camera just as fast as you turned it off. Needless to say, you enjoyed talking to Tom.

—

You and Tom were on call for the past five hours. You didn’t get bored of his company, and although your laptop was heating up, you wanted to stay.

“Hm.. say,” He started. You hummed back. “What’s up?” You didn’t lift your eyes from your phone. You were scrolling through your instagram feed and occasionally were sending Tom funny cat photos and videos.

“Do you want to meet up?” Your heart skipped a beat. You looked at your laptops’ screen with wide eyes. “Now?” You ask. He shrugged, twirling his hoodie string between his finger. “Sure. Or, if you want we could meet up later this week. Or later tonight, so there isn’t much people, especially with the whole virus thing going on.” You nod.

Should you go today? Later tonight? I mean, he seems pretty real to you. And you really liked talking to him. You liked him in general.

“I um, have to talk to you about something too.” He said, slightly choking on his words. Your heart rushes. You look at the time on your phone. 3 pm. Wow, time flew by fast.

“Sure. Let’s meet up at 10 pm.” You smile. He sighed in relief. “Okay, cool. I’m.. excited to see you.” He blushed. Your heart continued pounding against your chest and you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m excited too.” You guys sat in silence, scrolling through your phones. You gulped, feeling uncomfortable.

God, why is everything so much more awkward now?! It’s fine. You’ll meet each other, and talk. It’ll be your first time seeing each other in real life, and it’ll be fine.

You turn to your laptop screen. “Well, my laptop is heating up really badly, so I’m gonna go. We can still text if you want.” You put your index finger on the trackpad, hovering it over the hang up button. “Alright, see you soon.” He puts his phone down and waves. You smile and make a silly face before hanging up. You needed to get ready, even though it was only 3 pm.

— *Time skip to 10 pm*

You didn’t want to appear to extra and flashy on the first time meeting, so you went with an oversized (F/C) sweatshirt and jeans. You let your hair down, and put on mascara. Your heart was beating loudly. You were excited, but nervous. What did he want to talk about? You had an idea, but you dismissed it.

You heard a notification go off and checked your phone.

txmxrxow.s: let’s meet over here.

After he sent that text, he sent a photo of a building that you passed by occasionally.

You: okay. see you soon! ^^

You smile to yourself. You breathe in and out to calm yourself. You turn off the lights and put your phone in your pocket. You grab a mask and put in on your face, and put on latex gloves. You shut the door behind you and start walking towards the direction of the building. You decided to listen to music to calm yourself.

What a weird coincidence that you met a person on Omegle that lived in the same country as you. Matter of fact, in the same city as you. You couldn’t believe it. And you fell in love with him? Truly strange. But, you don’t hate it. You smile happily. You realize that you shouldn’t be nervous. You guys have been talking for three weeks. He was comfortable with you, and you were comfortable with him. You guys were friends.

You hummed to the song that was currently on, and you noticed that you were close to the place you guys were meeting up at. You just had to cross this street and you’ll be there. You patted your hands on your jeans, realizing how sweaty they got from you being anxious. The street sign turned to a walking figure, and you slowly crossed.

You took out the earphones in your ears, and put them in your jean pocket. You squeeze your hands into fists as you see a figure a few yards away from you wearing a black hoodie. He was facing the other way, but you noticed that they were on their phone. You decided to walked up to them. This was Tom, it had to be. You looked at the building next to the figure. Yep, it is Tom.

You walk until you’re a few feet away from him.

“T-Tom?” You let out, almost as silent as a squeak. Their head looks up, and they slowly turn around. Your eyes made eye contact with their deep, red eyes. Their shaggy light blue hair was sticking out of their hoodie, and they had the strings tied together like you’ve seen on video call.

You smiled in joy, and went to wrap your arms around him. You pressed your face on their chest. He slightly stepped back, not expecting you to do that. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, careful not to touch you with all five of his fingers on each hand.

“(Y/N), you came.” He smiled, sighing. He didn’t want this moment to end; and neither did you. You moved your head up to look up at him. He was looking back down at you. “Are you always in these clothes? You have the same exact outfit from when we called on Omegle and video called today.” You teased, furrowing your brows. He grunted in response, and rolled his eyes.

“Haha, so funny. No, I don’t. But, I wanted to meet you because I wanted to talk to you about something.” You unwrapped your arms from him and slightly stepped back. You put your arms behind you and tapped the floor with the tip of your shoe. “What did you want to talk about?” You had a faint blush on your cheeks. He rubbed the top of head awkwardly and looked to the side.

“Well.. I know it’s only been three weeks but..” He started, taking a deep breath. You felt your heart beating loudly against your chest. You rubbed your lips together. You fidgeted with your hands. This is it.

“I feel like I’m the most comfortable with you. You let me talk about my problems and you help me with them. I calm down when you’re talking to me. After ending our calls at night, I wouldn’t be able to get you out of my mind.”

You felt your blush grow redder, and your breathing gradually increased. He’s doing it. He’s doing it.

“You’re.. simply to say.. the best thing that has happened to me. Nobody has acted this way to me besides you. Life makes sense when I’m talking to you.” He blushes, and grabs your shoulders. His pinkys don’t touch you. You widened your eyes at this, not expecting him to do that suddenly. You look at his eyes in a daze, feeling your heart almost explode out of your chest.

“(Y/N).. I..” He swallows, his throat dry.

“I love you.”

He finishes it at that, and there’s a silence. You blink, feeling fireworks explode in your stomach. You slowly smile. You raise your arm and move your hand through his hair and hoodie to his cheek. “Tom.. I love you too.” You felt your legs shake. Honestly, you never felt this way about anyone. So why do you feel this way with someone you met online? You didn’t know, but you didn’t feel bad.

He moves one of his hands towards his hoodie strings, and pulls them so they untie. His hoodie loosens, and you finally see his lips. They were chapped, colorless. Scarred. But you smiled. He moved towards you and placed his lips on yours. You close your eyes slowly. Carefully, he moves his hand down to your back, and pulls you closer. You felt yourself going crazy. You moved your free hand and placed it on his shoulder gently. Both of you deepened the kiss, feeling the passion between each other.

After a few seconds, you guys moved away from each other. You breathed silently while you stared at each others eyes. He smiled at you, but then his smile slowly went away. He sighed, and looked down.

“(Y/N), There’s something else I need to tell you.”

You look at him confused, but you still smile. “Yes, Tom? You could tell me anything.”

He lets go of your body and squeezes your hands in his hands. They were cold. “Will.. will you look at me differently? Will you still love me?”

Taken back by this, you didn’t know what to say. “Of.. Of course I will still love you. We’ve come this far, why would I stop loving you?” You ran your hand across his arm, trying to reassure him. He sighed, and suddenly looked up at you in all serious.

“My name is Shigaraki Tomura.” He spoke. “I’m.. the leader of the League of Villains.”

Your eyes went wide. Your whole body froze. You slightly squeezed your hand on his arm.

Leader of the villain league? Him? How? You couldn’t believe it. The same person you talked to about problems you believed to be normal; were just problems of a villain?

He noticed your fear, and his eyes went wide. He grabbed your shoulders, looking at you in panic. “You still love me right? You won’t leave me, will you? You know I love you right? I would never do anything bad to you.” He tried reassuring you, shaking you slightly.

You couldn’t help but be startled by him now. The same person you called insults and teased, could’ve easily lost control and killed you? Right now, you in the grip of his hands; if he lands his pinkies on you, you’re done for.

Do you still love him? You thought to yourself. Just the other night, he went out and attacked the city with his league of villains. That was the same night you guys were texting. You believed that he was at home, in his bed, just texting you. You couldn’t believe this.

“Tom... ura...” You choked. You realized that Tom wasn’t a fake name. It wasn’t an abbreviation of tomorrow. You gulped. Were you in his hands of delusion all along? Since the beginning?

Shigaraki gritted his teeth. “Please... (Y/N).. I’ll- I’ll change for you! I promise! Please.. me meeting you is possibly the most life changing thing that has happened to me. For the better! I love you so much! I would die for you!! I would disband the League of Villains for you! If- If you want, I’ll just kill them instead! The world could be in peace! (Y/N)-“

“Tom. Err.. Tomura. Listen.. this is a lot to take in right now. So please, just calm down. I don’t know your intentions, and I just can’t believe that... you’re a villain.” You let out, frowning. You looked down at the concrete below your feet, debating with yourself. What do you say next? Now knowing his true identity, you felt that if you say something wrong, you’re done for.

You squeezed his hands. Suddenly, you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing his hoodie between you hands. “Just please... change for me. Stop..” You blinked back your tears.

“Stop killing people.”

You heard his breath hitch, and he slowly wrapped his arms around you. “(Y/N).. I love you.” You closed your eyes. This is real life. The guy you met online, someone you felt was a normal person, turned out to be a villain.

You felt him move your hair away and moved it over your shoulder with his fingers. You looked up at him. He had an indescribable facial expression.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. Just know I love you. But this is for our safety.” You furrow your brows in confusion, until you felt a sharp sting on the side of your neck. You widened your eyes. “Tomura..” You felt drowzy. An injection. You looked at him one final time, reading pain on his face. “I love you.” He said once again, but his voice was muffled. You felt darkness consume your vision, and fell onto your knees.

—

Leather. Your wrists were binded together with leather. You slowly opened your eyes, blinking to adjust to the light.

You slowly realized that your chest and your feet were binded against the chair you were sitting on as well. Your mind felt fuzzy, and you felt sick. Where am I?

“Aww, look guys! Shigarakis little girlfriend is starting to wake up!” You hear a girls voice. What is going on? You look up slowly. You see many figures. There were men, and distinctly one girl. You blinked a few more times to adjust your vision, and you looked to the back of the room. You felt your memories slowly start to come back as your eyes landed on Tomura. You widened your eyes, and felt tears run down your face. Tomura had his villain costume on, the hand on his face making it harder to see what his face looks like.

He got up and walked towards you. Fear pulsing through you, you kicked and pushed- trying to get out of the chair. Your quirk wasn’t much help, so you felt hopeless. Trying to fight back was your only option right now. Tomura bent over and put his hands on your shoulders. You rapidly shook your head. “Don’t touch me! Get off me!! You lied to me, you lied to me!! You never loved me!! You lied.. you want to kill me!” You screamed hysterically. More tears ran down your face. You weeped, noticing that Tomura hasn’t done anything yet. His pinkies were up like last time, and he didn’t harm you yet.

You sniffled. “Why.. why are you doing this?” You whimpered. He took one hand off your shoulder and carefully took off the plastic hand that was on his face. He was unreadable. Is he regretting what he is doing? Is he angry at you? Or does he simply not care at all and is just waiting for you to stop fighting so he could kill you already? He stands up straight and turns to the other villains. “Leave. We need privacy.” He demanded. They nodded, and with that, the villains walked out and left. Where? You don’t know. He turned back to you and put his hands back on your shoulders. You gulped in fear, feeling your breathing quicken.

“Wh-What do you want, Tomura.” You choked, sniffling. He frowned, and sighed. “(Y/N), I’m doing this for your safety and mine. If I just let you go after telling you who I am, you could’ve easily told the police about your connection with me, and they could use that to their advantage to track me down and arrest me. And we can’t have that, can we?” He stood up straight and walked to the wall to the right.

“And for your safety, if someone saw us talking, they would take the chance of kidnapping you themselves. They would try to get info from you and use you to their advantage.” He turns to look at you. You were still silently crying. You bit your bottom lip in anxiousness, until you heard footsteps from him walking towards you. You widened your eyes and quickly shut them, afraid of what is going to happen next.

You felt him cup your cheek softly with his hand. You flinched, realizing you lost all trust for him. “S-Stop..” You whisper. He frowns. He crossed his arms. “(Y/N). Look at me.” You didn’t comply, and still had your eyes closed. He furrowed his brows, frustrated. He banged his fist on the arm rest next to you, making you jump. “Look at me goddamnit!” He yelled. You looked at him with fear in your eyes. He widened his eyes slightly. He didn’t want to scare you. He just wanted you to understand. He softened his eyes and sighed in frustration. He pinched the bridge of his nose and continued looking at you.

“Look. I never lied to you. I still love you, (Y/N). Truly, I do. I meant everything I said in my, err, confession as you may call it. But things are too dangerous right now. I can’t change for you just yet. You understand that right?” You looked down in hopelessness. “I hope you can realize soon enough that what I’m doing is protecting you. Trust me, I won’t let the rest of the villains lay a single hand on you. I’ll treat you with good care.”

He held your chin up with his index finger, and you looked up at him in defeat. He smiled gently. “Alright princess?” --

My first fanfic in a while!! Hope you enjoyed! Hopefully there is more to come ;) this was requested by my amazing friend @crabziee-writez <3!

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notdeadyetnatural · 3 years

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Hey! So i took a swing at writing again, my friend keeps telling me i'll never get better if i don't practice, so here i am writing fanfiction instead of studying for finals.

I have so many headcanons about team free will, but one of them is that the brothers have, on several occasions, pretended to be girls husbands or boyfriends to get creepy dudes to stop hitting on them. I also think, that since Castiel is an angle, he would know much more about said creepy dudes, and he might take it a step further than the brothers are able to.

Anyway, i hope you enjoy. Feedback is deeply appreciated!

(Also, really quick. If anyone wants to take this idea and make their own story/fic, feel free to! I only wrote it cause i couldn't find any fics like it. If you do write a fic/story using this idea, please tag me! I would love to read it!)

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The first time it happens was after a particularly frustrating hunt.

Sam, Dean, and Cas, had spend the past 3 weeks trying to find out what was killing local witches. Sam had gotten the call from an old wiccan friend of his, saying that witches all around the county had been turning up dead, and all signs point to something supernatural.

It turns out there was the spirit of an seventeenth century priest attempting to carry out ‘god's will.’ Cas had informed him that he had been severely misinformed if he thought this is what his father wanted, and then punched him in the face with an iron ring.

“You sure you don't want us to give you a ride? That car of yours doesn’t look like its got much time left.” Dean said to Alta, the wiccan that informed them of the killings. Saying her car had been destroyed by the spirit was putting it lightly.

“Im good Winchester. Keep in touch Sam! I don't want to go another 6 years before talking again!” Alta replied before getting in to what could only be described as death on wheels.

After walking back to the Impala, which was lucky parked a block and a half away (Dean had learned along time ago not to bring his Baby into the strike zone of a vengeful spirit) Cas still had not said anything but a polite goodbye to Alta. “Are you sure your okay, Cas? Judging from the dent in that oak, Mr. God's Will didn't throw you gently.”

Castiel shrugged, then nodded. His grace was not low, but he’d rather use it to heal rather than fight now days. Getting thrown through a window wasn't as easy for the winchesters as it used to be. Dean gave him a quick glance, obviously not believing him, but did not push the subject any further.

“Well, i'm starving. There’s this cool looking place over near downtown, they had a sign saying half off drinks on saturdays, so maybe we can get Mr. frowny face over here to lighten up.” Dean said, unlocking the car. Sam agreed, and they were off.

It wasn't that Castiel was hurt, but cases involving his father always got him in a bad mood. The way meany of the monsters they hunted would use god as an excuse for their own hateful agenda made him angry beyond belief.

So maybe he could blame that night on the anger.

The place Dean had mentioned was much bigger that they were used to, but still had the home-town vibe. It was an open space, with a large bar in the corner and tables soroung a fair sized dance floor. If it had been any other night of the week, Dean would have been surprised to see so meany people. But it was saturday around nine, so it was to be expected.

They ordered some food, a burger for Dean, salad for Sam. Cas got himself a drink and sat down with the brothers.

“Cas, Cas! Buddy, you sure your okay?” Dean asked him. Maybe Cas was a little more out of it than normal, but only because he was suppressing so much anger. He had also been eying a women in sitting at the bar who looked so uncomfortable, she could slide out of her own skin.

“Im okay Dean. Really.”

“If you say so. Im going to go get some more drinks, you guys want anything?”

“Just a refill” Sam responded, and Cas shook his head. Dean walked over to the opposite end of the bar than the women, who now looked to be more sad than anything. A man, who Castiel assumed to be her boyfriend, shouted something before storming out of the bar. She looked a little dazed, but other than that okay. Cas focused back on his drink.

“What did you think of Alta?” Sam said.

“What?”

“I said, what did you think of Alta? Are you okay man? You really do seem out of it, we can go back to motel if we need to.”

“No, no. There's no need for that. I promise im okay. Just thinking about the case.” Cas said the last part with a notable sadness.

“You think we missed something?”

“Definitely not. Nothing like that is going to continue happening to those people.” Cas stated. He hesitated before continuing, Dean was still waiting at the bar. “I just... None of the witches were bad. I don't understand why this priest would think my father would want him to kill them, especially in such a brutal way.” Sam winced at the memory. All the body's had seemed more like executions than murders. The last couple especially gruesome.

“Well, you say it all the time yourself. We got a lot wrong, misinterpreting, mistranslating...” Sam trailed off. Humans really did get it wrong most of the time. “A lot of people use religion as an excuse to hate. I think that's part of the reason Dean has rejected it so much.”

Cas thought back to the poorly hidden annoyance in Deans tone talking about this case, and what the priest thought.

Before Castiel could say anything else, Dean walked back over with three drinks. “I don't need anything Dean.” Cas said as Dean handed him a glase.

“I know, but i've been trying to find one of these for you to try for a while now, and we are finally at a place that sells em” Dean said with a smile on his face. It was clear that the man was just trying to cheer Castiel up, but the gesture made Cas a little happier.

“Thank you, Dean” Cas said.

Halfway through the fruity drink Dean had brought him, Castiel noticed the women in the corner again. She had gone from sad and alone, to scared and with someone. Around the time she started hyperventilating, Cas set his drink down.

“Cas? Buddy, where are you going?” Dean asked him, but his voice was muted. The women was trying to get away now, but the man wasn't letting go. Cas sped up. He was about three quarters of the way there, when he saw the mans hand go somewhere the women clearly did not want it to be, and a bottle to the left of him cracked with his anger.

He made it over to where the women was sitting, and put two fingers to the mans forehead.

Time works differently, when you are an angle. Sometimes centuries seem like seconds, others, seconds lasted years. As Castiel held his fingers on the man, he saw what he had done. What he would continue to do.

And maybe he had had a bit more to drink than he told the bothers, maybe it was the left over anger about the case. Maybe it was simply Castiel. But that man would never hurt someone again.

His eyes shone a bright blue, almost white, and within three seconds of getting to the man, he was laying limply on the floor. Dean was halfway to him, holding up a hand to Sam signaling he would take care of whatever this was.

Cas looked at the women, and with fear in her eyes, he took her hand and explained. Images of the divine filled her brain, and she fell in Castiel's arms and sobbed. “Thank you... thank you. I'm so sorry”

The women, no older that 24, Cas could see now, was a mess in his arms. She didn't know anything about Castiel, other than what he was, and that was enough for her to feel safe. Dean made it to them, and Cas shot him a look to get him to back down.

Dean retreated, standing a few feet away, when the women looked up at Castiel. “Thank you” she said again.

“I'm sorry i didn't come sooner, i don't usually intervene like this.” Castiel responded gently. The women gathered herself back on to the bar stool, and stared at her hands.

“I dont..I-” She stammered.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Cas said. She nodded hesitantly. Dean was still confused, but he stayed away.

“He... Earlier me and my boyfriend broke up. I, um. I came out to him...” She shot a nervous glance at Castiel, clearly afraid of his reaction.

“As?” He asked with a reassuring smile. The women visibly relaxed.

Castiel cold have this effect on people sometimes, his grace was calming when it wasn't threatening divine wrath.

“Uh.. bi. I had come out to him as bi... And he didnt- didnt take that very well.” She got quieter as she spoke. A few stray tears were still rolling down her face.

At this point, someone had pointed out to the bouncer that the man had passed out on the floor. After seeing his head was bleeding, an ambulance was called. Cas could not say he was worried.

“He uh, he stormed out. Said somethings. I knew it was coming though. He was never a very supporting person. I called my friend, she actually should be here soon, um, sorry to bug you...”

“You are no bother. Would you like to speak about the man?” Castiel asked. He could tell she did, it was rolling off her in waves. But just because she had callmed due to his grace does not mean that he would force her.

She nodded shyly. “He, uh, he must have overheard me coming out. A Lot of the things he said, were um.. about that. I tried to be polite, cause sometimes being rude makes it worse, ya know?”

Castiel didn't know, but he nodded anyway.

“But he wouldn't stop, and eventually he started getting handsy-” She let out a teary laugh. “I realized- realized he was a lot stronger than i thought. By the time he had my arm i couldn't get out of his grip...” She got quiet.

“The you came” She looked up at castiel again. “Thank you” She repeated.

Castiel only nodded. “Would you like me to stay with you until your friend comes?” He asked. Again, he knew the answer, but he let her respond anyway.

“That would... That would be really nice. I- uh, I cant thank you enough.” She said. Castiel pulled her into another hug. Dean was silent, he had found another stool and sat a few feel away.

Castiel stayed with her until her friend, Amelia, frantically ran into the bar looking worried.

“Oh god, Jo, there you are” Amelia pulled Jo into a hug, and she broke down again. “Come on, sweetie, i have food in the car. Your place or mine?”

Jo calmed down just enough to whisper “Yours” and walk out to Amelia's car. Castiel walked with them, and before they left Jo pulled him into a hug.

Flashes of wings flew through Jo’s mind, and Castiel said. “You will be safe, Josephine, pray to me whenever you need to.” Cas whispered into her ear. He gave her a pat on the back and watched them roll away. Dean didn't say anything.

When they got back to the motel, Sam called first shower. Dean looked at him, waiting.

“You cant just go smiting people, Cas, especially in such a public place.” Dean said.

“I did not smite him.”

“You put to fingers to his head and he collapsed, what is going to happen to him?”

Castiel stayed quiet for a minute before answering. “His name was Jake. He will wake up in a hospital, handcuffed to the bed.” Dean gave him a strange look, Cas continued. “The doctors will say he passed out after having one to many drinks. By the time he makes it to the hospital, a warrant for his arrest will have been issued.” Dean was surprised.

“He will be charged for over 10 accounts of rape, one murder, and abuse. Jake will try to buy his way out, but, for some reason that just wont work this time. His case will be assigned to a particularly harsh judge, and he will get life in prison.”

It was safe to say Dean was stunned.

“...I, I don't know what to say Cas.”

“This wasn't his first time. He had plans for that women, Jo. But it will be his last, Hanna has made sure of it.” The mention of the angel running heaven made Dean look back up at Cas. He nodded. Sam got out of the shower, and the next morning they were on their way back to the bunker.

A week later, Cas heard a prayer. It was mid morning, the bunker was still quiet with its occupants asleep. Jo prayed to him for safety, for him to protect her.

Another 2 days went by, and there was another. Jo prayed to him for happiness and advice. To send her a sign that it was going to be okay. It didn't take much grace to make a monarch land on her finger that day.

The prayers continue, and as a favor to Castiel, Hanna promises to keep an eye on the human,

That was the first time Cas protected someone at a dingy bar or festival or where ever casses took them.

It wasn't the last.

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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years

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Everything about you - Shawn Mendes

i’ve been DYING to write a personal assistant themed oneshot and im pretty pleased with how this one turned out to be hehe

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Looking out for drunk Shawn is like taking care of a puppy. He is wobbly, can’t really coordinate his limbs, his laugh sounds way higher than usually, almost like that tiny barks puppies have and he is touchy. Like, in need of being touched constantly, finding his way to make physical contact with you in any way, anytime, not really understanding the concept of personal space.

“Would you stop moving around?” you sigh reaching over to him as you push him back at the seat by his chest while you keep your eyes on the road, glancing at him shortly. He has been playing around with the belt for like five minutes, giggling about something you couldn’t really understand when he explained it, because he kept biting off the ends of words.

“Fuck, I’m… wasted,” he snorts, head falling back as he closes his eyes with a smug grin on his face.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock!” you roll your eyes.

You want to be mad at him, you want to fume and rage that you were woken up by some random dude in the middle of the night because you are one of Shawn’s emergency contacts in his phones, asking you to come to this party to pick Shawn up because he was so drunk he was dancing on the table like he was in Magic Mike. You know it’s serious when he is dancing, he has to drink a lot to reach a level where he is comfortable enough to dance in front of people. You want to hit him for being so dumb, but you just can’t. You’re more concerned about his headache he’ll have in the morning and if he can make it through the night without throwing up. The answer for the latter is probably no, he has had rough nights from way less alcohol.

When his hand slides to your thigh, fingers spreading over the raw denim of your jeans your grip on the wheel tightens. Glancing over at him you see that his eyes are still closed, he is quietly humming a melody you can’t quite recognize, but you could listen to his voice for hours.

Taking a hand from the wheel you place it on top of his, just to make sure it doesn’t wander anywhere else, telling yourself it’s just the alcohol in him.

“You really should find your limits, Shawn,” you scold him mumbling. He doesn’t answer, just takes a sharp breath, his hand turning under yours and his fingers soon lace through yours. Your eyes flicker down at your hands and your chest feels heavy at the sight of it.

When you started working as his personal assistant two years ago you didn’t realize what you were getting yourself into. It’s not that the job sucks, it’s literally the best ever, you get to travel the world and get paid for it, you just have to keep Shawn’s stuff organized, remind him before flights and basically know the answer to all his questions, but it’s not that hard. What’s been making you absolutely crazy is that you can’t stop yourself from seeing him as more than just a friend or your super cool boss. Everything he does, everything he says is just making you fall for him more and more and even when he is totally wasted in your car at three in the morning, you can’t hate the dude.

“Limits are for pussies,” he slurs with another snort and it’s probably the first time you hear him use the word pussy.

“Yeah, we’ll see what you have to say about that in the morning,” you sigh as you pull up at the entrance of his building’s underground garage.

Shawn winces as the bright lights of the garage flows into his face, but he keeps his hand on your thigh still, not even moving it a little or snapping it over his eyes.

Getting him out of the car is harder than you thought. He is kind of half asleep, his limbs and whole upper body weighs on you as you throw one of his arms around your shoulders, forcing him to walk with you.

“Shawn, please just stay awake for ten more minutes,” you beg him, struggling to move forward. He keeps stopping, knees collapsing every third step, not making your job easier at all.

“M’sorry,” he mumbles rubbing his eyes.

He manages to make it to the elevator with your help and you make him lean against the wall on the way up so you can rest and get ready to carry him to his bed.

You feel like you just had an hour long workout by the time the two of you make it to his king sized bed. Throwing him to the mattress he lies on his back, arms stretched out to the sides as he blinks up at the ceiling blurrily.

“Do you feel like throwing up?” you ask him as you pull off his shoes and put them away.

“Not really,” he breathes out closing his eyes.

“Shawn, let’s get you changed and then you can sleep, alright?” you shake his leg making him open his eyes again.

He just quietly nods as he slowly pushes himself up. He starts taking his shirt off while you walk into his wardrobe and grab a white t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts for him to sleep in. When you get back you freeze for a moment as you see him stand at the end of the bed only in his boxers, his shirt and pants laying on the ground at his feet.

“Here,” you shyly say handing him the clothes. He mumbles a thank you as he gets dressed, collapsing to the bed once again.

Pulling the blanket out from under him you cover him as he takes some deep breaths, fingers gripping his hair, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hey, what’s wrong, bud?” you pat his foot as you watch him grimace with his eyes closed. He looks exactly like someone who is about to throw up.

“I don’t know,” he breathes out.

Rushing into the bathroom you quickly grab a bucket and you get back just in time. He shoots up and grabbing the bucket from you his face disappears in it as he pukes everything out.

“S’alright, just let it out,” you sigh gently running a hand up and down on his back as he keeps spitting into the bucket. Throwing up is good, he’ll feel way better once all the toxic stuff is out of his system.

“I’m so sorry you had to wake up for this,” he groans when you take the bucket from him and head back into the bathroom to clean it. You try not to think about how gross it is, you just flush it all down the toilet and then wash it out in the bathtub. You hear feet tapping on the floor and turning around you see that Shawn is grabbing his toothbrush. You caress his arm as you put the bucket away and leave him alone in the bathroom.

You get a big glass of water from the kitchen and put it down to his nightstand. Picking his clothes up from the floor you fish his phone out of his pants’ pocket, put it on his charger and then throw them into the laundry basket. It smells from tequila and weed, though you know he hasn’t smoked that night. High Shawn is more philosophic and deep, doesn’t really swear. He is like an ancient Greek philosopher when he is stoned, does not use the word pussy for sure.

Walking out of the bathroom he shuffles back to the bed, getting under the covers by himself this time. You sit down to the edge to check if he is alright, but he grabs your hand and pulls you down so you basically lie on him.

“Shawn!” you chuckle lightly as he peeks at you.

“Stay with me,” he whispers, hands wrapped around your wrist like a handcuff as he keeps you on top of him.

“Do you still feel sick?”

“Mmm no,” he hums.

“Then I’m leaving,” you sigh trying to get away from him but his grip is too tight on you.

“Then suddenly I feel like throwing up again.”

You give him a look even though he can’t see it, his eyes are still closed, probably because the room is spinning with him when he opens them.

“I’ll make you breakfast in the morning in return for tonight.”

He slowly pulls you further, until you are lying next to him, one arm around your shoulders, the other hand holding yours on his chest. Your face is pushed against his shoulder and the heat of his body feels just too nice against your skin. You shouldn’t be doing this, but you can’t make yourself leave him. It’s like there’s a magnet in your chest that’s pulling you towards him, holding you down and not letting you get up from his bed.

“You’re such a mess,” you mumble giving up trying to leave him.

He nuzzles his face against the crown of your head as you lie next to him on top of the covers, his fingers gently stroking your arm.

“I know,” he breathes out, words barely audible. “Good thing I have you.”

His words sink into your heart, a few moments later he is peacefully snoring while you’re just staring into the darkness, chest aching as his touch is practically burning your skin. His fingers has stopped, but you wish they were still running on your arm. Shutting your eyes closed you force yourself to fall asleep, hoping for the pain to be gone by the morning.

Your arms stretch to the side before you open your eyes in the morning and the first thing you realize is that you can’t reach the edge of the mattress like in your own bed. Realization comes to you slowly as you remember that you spent the night at Shawn’s, in the same bed with him.

Your hands roam the sheets, but the bed feels empty. Opening your eyes you see that Shawn is gone and the glass you set on his nightstand is now empty, phone missing too. Sitting up you hold the soft sheets to your chest as you look around. You’ve been in his room many times, but seeing everything from his bed is just a whole different view.

It takes some time for you to realize that music is playing somewhere outside of the bedroom. Slipping out of the bed you creep into his bathroom to quickly fix your hair before heading out, even though he has seen you in the morning several times when you slept on the same bus on tour.

You find Shawn in the kitchen, wearing the same clothes you made him put on last night, headband taming his curls as he is basically destroying the kitchen, New Light by John Mayer playing in the background. He is humming to the music, occasionally singing out the words he knows for sure, usually the end of each line while he is making something that looks like scrambled eggs with bacon.

It’s a sight you could get used to for the rest of your life for sure. Leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway you just watch him wondering when he’ll notice you. The guitar solo comes on and he starts vocalizing to it, playing an air guitar, swirling around, head falling back, but he soon stops as he gets dizzy fast, probably fighting a nice headache, but he must have already chugged down two Advils by now.

When he finally sees you standing in your observing spot a wide smile stretches across his face, flashing his perfect teeth.

“Mornin’! You hungry?” he asks poking the eggs around in the pan.

Walking closer you take a look at it and you see that he probably didn’t mix the eggs for long enough, you can even see an egg yolk in almost a whole, but you are proud of him for trying at least.

“Sure, Chef,” you grin as you climb onto a stool at the kitchen island while Shawn finishes up his masterpiece.

Grabbing two plates and forks he sets the counter for breakfast grabbing some orange juice from the fridge, continue to sing. Say comes on and he knows all the words to it, singing beautifully as he divides the eggs and bacon slices equally between the two plates even though you already know you won’t eat all of it and he’ll end up snatching the rest from your plate.

You start eating in silence, the eggs need some more salt but you don’t say it, just quietly eat, letting him think he did a good job with the breakfast. Hell, you would eat it even if it was horrible if it meant you could see that proud smile on his face he has on now as he tastes his work.

“Thanks for coming to get me last night,” he finally speaks up.

“It’s kinda my job,” you shrug making it look like it was really nothing.

“But cleaning up after me after I threw up is not,” he smirks at you poking your side with his elbow.

“Someone had to do it, or did you want to sleep with the bucket full of puke next to you all night?”

“Hell no!” he grimaces making you chuckle.

“How are you feeling?” you ask when you feel like you’re full, some food still on your plate and he instantly reaches for it.

“You don’t want it?” he asks, but he already took the plate, adding your leftover to his as you just shake your head no. “My head is pounding, and I feel like I’ve been ran over by a tank, but I woke up in a great mood because I had someone special next to me.”

Your cheeks flush almost immediately as your gaze is fixated on the empty plate in front of you. Not sure what to say to that you get off of the stool and start cleaning up the mess he made.

“Don’t, I’ll take care of it!” he tells you reaching out over the kitchen island as if he could reach you and stop you, but even his arms are not long enough to do that.

“S’alright, you cooked, it’s only fair if I clean up after,” you shrug grabbing the empty pan and your plate, placing them all into the sink as you start running the water.

“Not when I owe you after fetching me up drunk and taking care of me.”

He quickly finishes his breakfast and rushing over he grabs your hands and gently pushes you out of the way, taking over the dishes. You just sigh, drying your hand in a towel as you lean against the counter and watch him work around the kitchen.

“Wanna stay and hang out today?” he asks glancing over at you as he puts the eggs that are left into the fridge.

“Um, I should probably head home and take a shower, get changed. I also have to run a few errands today.”

“We can drop by your place, do everything you need to and then have lunch somewhere later.”

“Do you really want to spend your day off with me, running around town?” you ask skeptically.

“Is that a crime?” he chuckles narrowing his eyes at you.

“No, I just thought you would want to do something else.”

“I don’t,” he simply says as he hangs up his kitchen rag to dry once he is finished with everything.

“Don’t forget you have a meeting with that new designer about your outfits for the photoshoot next week,” you warn him as the two of you are on the way to your place. Shawn wanted to take one of his cars, but you refused to leave yours in his garage so he gave up, convincing you to let him drive and you happily said yes.

“I won’t forget, but can we not talk about work today?” he proposes fixing his sunglasses on his nose. You quietly nod, suddenly not sure what to say then. Work has always been the number one topic between you and him, after all, you are his personal assistant, this is your job.

You can’t help but feel like something has changed between you and him. You can’t really put your finger on it, but you can feel it in the air and it’s making you anxious. It feels like you’ve entered a dangerous, unknown territory last night and the line between work and your personal life is starting to get blurry.

Shawn plops down to your couch and turns the TV on while you take a quick shower and change from your yoga pants and oversized hoodie into a sundress with a denim jacket. Walking out you find Shawn in the kitchen, searching through your fridge.

“You won’t find anything, I have to go grocery shopping too,” you tell him and he closes it disappointed so he just grabs a bottled water. “I don’t have a person just to fill my fridge up every three days,” you chuckle at him, knowing well he has someone taking care of it for him. You hired the dude after having enough of his whining every time he went home after a long studio session in the middle of the night and texted you how hungry he was but there was nothing to eat. After one of these occasions you took care of it and his fridge has been full at all times since then.

You figured Shawn would get bored somewhere along the way to the post office, at your accountant’s office or grocery shopping, but the guy seems to be having fun accompanying you.

“Shawn, can you stop putting stuff into the cart that I don’t need?” you plead him as you put back a whole box of ice-cream into the freezer that he sneaked into the cart while you were looking at the frozen veggies.

“Who doesn’t need ice-cream?”

“Me. I don’t eat ice-cream,” you state matter-of-factly.

“What? Are you an alien?” he gasps dramatically, leaning onto the cart as he pushes it following you down the aisle.

“I’m not, but I only eat ice-cream when I’m extremely sad.”

“And when was the last time you felt that sad?”

You purse your lips thinking back at the last time you sat down and ate almost a whole box of ice-cream by yourself. It was about two months ago, you were out with Shawn and the team, the guys were picking on Shawn nonstop about some girl who gave him her number the night before. You watched him blushing while talking about how they’ve been texting all day and that he might ask her out. Jealousy was boiling under your skin and you left early not bearing to listen to his little conquering. You pretended like you had a headache, Shawn even tried to convince you to let him drive you home, but you just wanted to be alone so you told him to stay. You shamelessly cried that night, lying on your couch with the ice-cream while watching the Notebook. Luckily you never heard of that girl again, it seems like the date never happened though you never had the courage to ask him why he didn’t ask her out.

“Um, a while ago,” you shrug, eyes roaming the shelves, pretending to be busy with the products.

“Why were you sad?”

You wish he would just stop asking questions, but you already know how curious he is. Sighing you stop and turn to him.

“I just heard something that hit me hard in the chest. Can we move on? I really don’t want to talk about it in the middle of a store.”

He quietly nods, it seems like you hurt him and the guilt immediately tantalizes your heart, but you really don’t want to discuss with him the time he broke your heart, especially since he doesn’t know it was him who made you destroy that box of ice-cream.

“M’sorry,” he mumbles. Stepping closer you put your hand over his on the handle of the cart.

“It’s alright,” you say smiling at him.

You’re just about to pull your hand back, but his turns around and his fingers thread between yours holding onto you. “Shawn…” you sigh.

“What?” he asks innocently, like he has no idea what is going on. But what is it exactly? “Am I not allowed to touch you?”

“Do you want someone to snap a picture and post it?”

“And what would happen if they posted? People are used to you being around me, no one will bat an eye.”

No one except you. You know he is just messing around, probably still feeling a little dizzy from after his wild night, being his touchy self.

“Don’t be silly,” you sigh letting go of his hand as you continue your way to the yoghurts.

Once you’re done with groceries you drop by a pharmacy before heading back to your place. Shawn starts whining about starving, obviously exaggerating his hunger and he starts acting like a baby while you are putting the groceries away.

“My stomach is literally eating itself!” he moans painfully as he leans against the counter.

“Stop being a baby!” you chuckle closing the fridge.

“It’s three o’clock, we had breakfast five hours ago!”

“You ate a whole bag of chips on the way home, was that nothing for you?”

“That’s long gone, I need to fuel this body,” he explains rubbing his stomach and chest.

“I know, I’ve brought you food several times at the most random hours while on tour.”

He just shrugs grinning at you before wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you tight to his body.

“And this is one of the many reasons why you are my favorite person in the whole wide world.”

You let him decide where to go for lunch since he is about to die from starvation. You don’t even pay attention where you’re going right until you walk into the restaurant and a weird feeling comes over you, like you’ve been here before.

Realization hits you hard when you see your ex-boyfriend in a white button up shirt with a black apron. Out of all the places, Shawn managed to bring you to the one where your ex works. You didn’t recognize the place at first, you haven’t been here in two years. Daniel and you broke up right before you started working for Shawn because of his lame excuse that you won’t have time for him once you start traveling the world. He didn’t even give a chance for you to prove him wrong and it made you wonder if there was something else behind it. You’ve been to so many places since then that you didn’t even recognize the place at first, but seeing Daniel for the first time in two years makes you feel some kind of way, but you’re not sure just yet what it really is.

“You alright?” Shawn asks as the two of you take a seat at a small table. You’ve been trying to cover yourself up so Daniel can’t recognize you, but it made you look like you are ticking or something.

“Um yeah, sure!” you reply in an abnormally high pitched voice. Shawn gives you a weird look but before he could ask anything else none other than Daniel appears at the table.

“Welcome, I’m Daniel, I’ll be your waiter today, may I—Y/N? Hey!”

No matter how hard you tried to keep your head down he somehow recognized you and now you force the widest smile on your face as you look up at him.

“Hey! Didn’t even recognize you!”

“It’s been so long, how are you?” he asks and he seems genuinely interested but you wish he would just give you the damn menus and disappear. In the meanwhile, Shawn is staring at you and him with a confused smile on his face.

“Um, great! I’m great. Great,” you nod, sounding like a total idiot. Gosh you don’t know how to deal with it and you said great way too many times. “How are you?” you ask back.

“Fine! You know, nothing extraordinary. Unlike you!” he turns to Shawn and holds out a hand for him and you just truly want to die. “Hey, I’m Daniel, nice to meet you!”

“Shawn, nice to meet you too,” he smiles politely, but you’re sure he is trying hard to figure out what is going on. Unfortunately Daniel decides to tell your brief history with him right on the spot.

“We used to date before she started working for you. We went to the same high school, she used to organize everything in school so no one is surprised she ended up with this job.”

“Oh, that’s nice!” Shawn chuckles lightly, glancing over at you but you just stare down at the empty wine glass in front of you, praying this nightmare will end very soon.

When you recognized Daniel you were afraid seeing him would bring up some unwanted feelings from the past, but it’s nothing like that. His existence is just making you want to leave, not able to stand him this close to you again. You can’t believe you dated him for a year, the dude has been working here for years, he never upgraded or did anything to move forward in life. Judging from the way the waitresses are eyeing the table he has also slept with half of them and has been flirting with the other half, totally messing up everything around him, something he was always good at but you just refused to realize.

Looking over at Shawn you see how much has changed in your life and what you feel for Shawn is just entirely different. More real.

Daniel rambles about how he met you years ago but then luckily he realizes it’s not why you are here so he leaves the table letting you choose from the menu. You hide behind it as you just stare at the same two options, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously.

“So, that’s your ex, huh?”

Peaking over the menu your eyes meet Shawn’s and he is looking at you curiously.

“I guess,” you nod slowly putting down the menu.

“Why did you break up?”

“Well, he didn’t think we could do long distance, with him being here and me traveling with you, so we just… parted right before I started working for you.”

You expect him to make a snarky comment about him, say something about how dumb he looks like, but he just stays silent and it worries you a lot. You want him to feel bitter about running into your ex, you want him to joke about him, to mock him, but he just sits there, eyes back on the menu without a word.

The nice lunch quickly turns awkward thanks to Daniel. The dude keeps coming over to your table, checking in on you and starting small talks that you definitely want to avoid but he just can’t get the hint. Shawn goes radio silent, he seems to shut Daniel’s existence out even though he keeps trying to bring him into the conversation. You realize you’ve been suffocating in there when you finally walk out. Daniel cheered how amazing it was to see you again and that you should definitely meet up and do some catch up sometime, to which you just nodded politely and basically escaped from the place.

“Hey,” you caress Shawn’s arm once you are on the way back to his place. He looks tensed, gripping the wheel like he is trying to crush it. “Everything alright?”

“Sure,” he nods shortly, but it doesn’t convince you.

“That didn’t sound too convincing.”

“Can’t do anything about that,” he replies and you can feel the sass through his tone. Knitting your eyebrows together you stare out the window, wandering what has gotten into him. Did Daniel upset him with something? You don’t remember him saying anything offensive, he just kept talking about you the whole time.

Nothing is said for the rest of the ride and it’s eating you up from the inside. You wish he would just say something, tell you one of his cheesy jokes that you love so much, but his silence is killing you. This wholesome day quickly turned into a mess by just one awkward run in.

Arriving back to his garage the two of you get out of the car as you have to get behind the wheel to drive back home.

“Any plans for the rest of the day?” you ask smiling up at him when you meet him at the back of the car.

“Probably just chilling, nothing exciting,” he shrugs leaning against the trunk. “You? Will you call Daniel?”

His question surprises you, didn’t expect it at all.

“Why would I?”

“Just asking,” he shrugs again and his nonchalance is kind of pissing you off.

“Alright, don’t forget to call Andrew tonight about the interview questions,” you remind him and he just nods, not even looking at you.

You wait a little, hoping he would turn this all around and start acting like himself but he doesn’t show any sign of that so you just give up.

“Thanks for today, see you at the studio on Friday,” you say with a fake smile as you walk past him and get into the car. You’re raging, you want to scream at him for being so unreadable wishing you could just read his mind. You see him in the mirror shaking his head before walking away and disappearing on the staircase.

You stop at the store on your way home and buy a huge box of chocolate ice-cream that doesn’t survive till the morning.

***

The past week has been the weirdest seven days since you met Shawn and you’ve been through a lot together. But that day you spent together just changed everything. Shawn became distant, cold towards you, only talking to you if it was necessary and nothing non-work related has been discussed even though you tried. It feels like he put a wall between the two of you and no matter how hard you’ve been trying to tear it down it just gets stronger and taller and it’s breaking your heart, mostly because you can’t figure out what you did or said to make him act like this.

You’ve been seeing each other constantly for four days since he has been doing interviews, photoshoots and meetings all day and it’s your job to be there and help him out with everything even though you wished you could just work from home. At first you thought it’s just your mind playing with you, making you believe something is off when everything is alright, but when the team goes out for dinner together Andrew pulls you to the side.

“Hey, did… Did something happen between you and Shawn?” he asks in a low tone, glancing over at the table. Shawn seems just fine, joking around with the guys, but whenever you are near him he completely changes.

“What do you mean?”

You try to play dumb, but you can’t fool Andrew.

“What I mean is you two act like you just broke up after three years together and now want the other to die a very painful death.”

“Okay, that’s a little harsh.”

“But it’s close to the reality,” he points out and you can’t argue. Shawn really has been giving you the dirtiest looks lately, making you feel like shit. “Whatever it is, just… work it out because it’s making everyone uncomfortable.”

“Did Brian bitch about it? His word is not accountable, he has a problem with everything,” you narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms on your chest.

“Brian, Connor, Cez and even Karen called me yesterday because she saw a fan made video of him shrugging your hand off of him and she found it weird.”

That hurt a lot. You ran into a few fans leaving the studio and as usual, he stopped to take pictures, but you were late to his meeting so you gently tapped his shoulder to warn him that it’s time to leave and he just shrugged it off, completely shattering your heart. No one really noticed because you tried to act cool and the fans were too occupied by him, but Karen is more cautious than that.

“Look, I don’t want to get into your personal stuff, but this is starting to get ridiculous. We all know Shawn, he won’t come to you, he is too stubborn to do that so be the bigger person and force him to talk to you. Make up or just start being professional, whatever you find the best, but this is not okay.”

He walks back to the table, leaving you with this bitter taste in your mouth as you glance over at the table. Shawn is listening to Connor’s story, eyes shining, his smile wide and this is the Shawn you love so much. Happy, carefree and delightful, just a generally wonderful person. And you miss him being like that around you, but you have no idea how to get him to tell you why he is acting up.

You keep zoning out on him throughout the dinner, trying to figure out how to talk to him or what to even say. You’ve earned a few puzzled looks from him, but he didn’t even ask if you were alright, just tried to ignore you which felt like someone just twisted the knife in your heart that’s been in you for about a week.

You carpooled with Josiah on the way here so you figure out the best way to make him stay alone with you is if you ask him to give you a ride home.

“Hey, can you drop me off on your way?” you ask when the mood is starting to die down and people start to get ready to leave.

“Can’t Josiah drive you home?” he asks, ruder than you’d have liked, but you try to ignore that.

“He is going out for a night shoot and I don’t want to make him late.”

It’s not entirely a lie, he does have a night shoot he is heading to, but he assured he can drop you off before heading to the location. Shawn doesn’t seem to be too pleased by your idea, but he eventually just nods.

Saying goodbye to everyone you all head out to your own way, Shawn and you walking down the street to his car. You get into the passenger seat, but snatch the key from him before he could ignite.

“What the f—“

“We need to talk,” you cut him off.

“And why do you need to steal my keys for that?!”

“Because I need you to listen to me and you can’t focus when you’re driving.” You arch an eyebrow at him as he stares back at you in disbelief. He then finally crosses his arms on his chest leaning back in his seat, clearly pissed off, but you couldn’t care less.

You take a few deep breaths, trying to find the right words, but nothing feels right so you just say the first thing that comes to your mind.

“Did I do something?” His puzzled look tells you he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, or just refuses to cooperate with you. “Did I say something that upset you or did something happen? Because you’ve been acting weird all week and I just don’t know what to do to make it up to you because I don’t even know what I did wrong.”

He looks away from you, staring out the window and judging from his expression he knows exactly what you are talking about, but refuses to answer.

“Shawn, I can’t do this anymore. We are working together so I need us to be comfortable around each other and communicate. You’re making both very hard for me. Just tell me what’s wrong so I can change.”

“You can’t change this,” he mumbles, his words almost melting together as he barely opens his mouth.

“How do you know that? Just give me a chance!” you beg, desperate to find your answers.

“I know it because… It’s nothing that can be changed that easily!” he growls back, clearly not comfortable with the topic.

“But what is it? Is it the way I handle something? Or something I do that makes you uncomfortable?” you guess trying to figure it out yourself since he doesn’t help you at all. “I promise I won’t get mad, I just want to make things right again!”

“It’s you!” he then snaps, finally turning his head and looking into your eyes.

“What about me?”

“It’s… Everything about you, Y/N.”

“What?” you ask, your voice barely more than just a whisper as his words are basically crushing you.

He exhales sharply shaking his head as he grabs the wheel angrily, smacks his hand to the middle causing the honk to make everyone around the car jump, including you.

“Damn it, Y/N! It’s you! Ever since we met your dumb ex at that restaurant I’ve been wanting to go back and just… punch him in the face! The way he talked about you and the time he was dating you, it was literally killing me! I was so jealous I even considered just standing up and walking out.”

You just blink at him, totally petrified as he loads everything out on you.

“You seemed so nervous to see him and I figured you might still have feelings for him and it’s been driving me crazy to think about you with him. In fact, I don’t want to think about you with anyone at all, because I’m in love with you!”

You feel like you’ve been hit on the head by a brick as his words echo in your mind. He loves you. He really did just confess that he is in love with you and the reason why he has been acting up is because he was jealous of your ex. It takes a few seconds for you to process everything and when you do… you start laughing.

Your uncontrollable guffaw just fills the whole car as you lean ahead, snapping your hands to your thighs over and over again, tears forming in your eyes from the laughing and you just can’t stop. In the meanwhile Shawn is staring at you like you’ve just lost your mind and honestly, he is not entirely wrong.

“Feels nice that you find it so hilarious,” he grumbles under his breath and you force yourself to stop realizing how bad it makes him feel.

“I’m laughing, because… That’s not the case at all!” you manage to say, trying to catch your breath. “When we met Daniel I was so awkward, I just wanted him to be gone because he made me realize how much time I wasted on him back then. I never called him after that because I never want to see him again. The douche probably dumped me because he already had another chick waiting in line and now that I saw that he is still working the same shitty job as two years ago I thanked God I’m not with him anymore.”

“Oh.” Shawn knits his eyebrows together as the story gets straight in his head, realizing he has misinterpreted the whole situation.

“Gosh, I wish you just talked to me!” you sigh, head falling back as you stare up in disbelief. This whole week could have been avoided if only he chose to talk to you like a normal human being, but instead he went out of his way and made you feel miserable. “You know I was going crazy, because I thought I said something that made you hate me and I wished you’d just tell me so everything can get back to normal, but you really fucked me up all week,” you chuckle giving him a look and his cheeks start to turn rosy. “Do you know how much it hurts when the guy you are in love with pretends like you don’t even exist?”

His eyes snap at you and you can’t hold your smile back as you stare back at him.

“Wait, what? You said you are in love with me?” he asks, eyebrows so high they almost disappear in his hair. He looks so cute with his wide, doe-like eyes as he looks at you like you just gave him the most precious gift ever.

“Well, it was a generalization,” you point it out and the moment you see his face fall you quickly add. “But it meant that yes, I am indeed in love with you!”

You stare at him and he stares back at you, nothing is said but still, this silence is saying more than any words could. His hand slowly reaches over to your hands that are gripping onto the keys and as his palm wraps around your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze you can feel your whole heart melting.

“Let’s… Let’s leave this parking lot, okay?” he suggests and you nod, suddenly feeling nervous around him as you hand his keys back to him.

The car ride is quiet, but you exchange many glances and every time your eyes meet with his your heart skips a beat. You notice that instead of heading to your home he is driving on the way to his place. When the car rolls down into the underground garage of his building and he parks it to his usual spot you sit there silently.

“Look, I don’t want to rush anything and I know that you are probably concerned about working for me, but I think we should give it a try,” he softly says peeking over at you to see your reaction. “Spend the night here, we don’t have to do anything, I just want to wake up next to you without having the worst hangover,” he chuckles and you start laughing too.

“So I don’t have to clean up your puke if I stay?” you joke and he shakes his head no.

“Promise, the bucket will stay clean all night.”

“What a bummer,” you smile at him and reaching over he tugs your hair behind your ear as you close your eyes at his touch.

“So, are you staying?” he softly asks and judging from where his voice is coming from he has leant closer to you. A smile spreads across your face, but you don’t open your eyes just yet.

“Mm-hmm” you hum and opening your eyes you see that his face is only a few inches away from you, a satisfied grin sits on his pink lips.

“Great,” he whispers before closing the distance between you and him and finally kissing you.

It’s a slow, lazy but sweet kiss as you both savior the taste of each other, getting used to the feeling, but both of you seem to click very soon and he deepens the kiss while you cup his cheeks in your palms as you keep tugging and pulling at each other over the shifting gear.

Oh man, you’re not sure if Andrew meant the makeup like this, but now he will have to deal with it, because there’s no way you can keep your hands off of him from now on.

#shawn #mendes #shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fanfics #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fanfictions #shawn mendes oneshot #shawn mendes x reader #mendes army

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shierak-inavva · 4 years

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omg happy birthday!!! 🎉🎂🎁🎈 for the request, could you just do any like,, short modern au oneshot for obidala or reylo? im not picky lmao

awww thanks so much!! 💛💛💛💛

i have some reylo stuff coming up for you guys and i got a cute idea from someone on twitter, so here’s this little obidala meet-cute ( and wah i’m on mobile so forgive me for no readmore tumblr hates us mobile users 😭💦 )

“you know, there’s someone else who gets this exact same order,” flora remarks as she hands him his drink, leant over the counter slightly. his regular barista in the mornings that always knows his order—today she’s grinning in her green apron and her flower earrings, holding out his usual summer morning order: grande iced london fog tea latte with an extra tea bag and one packet of brown sugar.

obi-wan blinks, glancing from the latte back to flora.

“the exact same?” from behind her, at the espresso machine, vera nods.

“yep. right down to the packet of brown sugar—do you know her?” she glances up under a raised brow. “i figured you HAD to, since literally no one else i’ve ever had has ordered this particular beverage.” flora laughs, nodding.

“i mean she’s right—do you know her? comes in most mornings around 7am, like yea high, somehow single, brown hair, nice smile, cute beauty mark—“ vera snorts as flora trails off some and obi-wan racks his brain.

“did you get her name?”

“she always says to just write ‘ami’. like...real secretive, i’m into it.” obi-wan chuckles at this and nods, taking a sip of his drink.

“well...maybe i’ll catch her next time.”

•

three days later he’s back, a little after 7am. he’s forgotten all about the mystery tea woman until on his way into the morning line, he hears his name and sees flora behind the counter gesturing hurriedly—but he turns too late and only catches sight of long curling hair and a floral sundress as they walk out the door.

flora and vera both groan and facepalm behind the counter before turning back to finish their orders.

•

this happens on two more occasions. flora mentions the third time that she asked the woman about him, but vera chimes in that no, ‘ami’ didn’t know a ‘probably in his thirties blond dude with a beard and pretty eyes, always wears button downs, somehow still inexplicably single’, but that she said she’d like to if he likes the same tea—and flora shrugs.

“god this is some real ships in the night stuff,” she sighs dreamily, and obi-wan just laughs, even if he’s gone a bit pink.

•

it’s a morning that he’s not in the best of moods and running a little late due to the downpour outside that he pops back in for his usual; but flora and vera aren’t there. luckily he knows jack, who waves and gives him a thumbs up, which obi-wan assumes means he’s got his order coming along.

when he gets to the counter, he pays, and jack’s partner (who obi-wan only knows by face, really) rushes up with a few orders, and doesn’t use names:

“venti iced dirty chai, grande pink drink, tall sweet cream cold brew extra ice, and a grande iced london fog tea latte with an extra tea bag and brown sugar!”

so of course he turns to take his cup, except there’s a small, slender, and perfectly manicured hand that brushes his on the cool plastic.

obi-wan pauses.

the hand, it turns out, belongs to a woman who has to be his ‘tea twin’ as the girls have been calling her—she’s a good head shorter than him, slim and pretty with honey brown eyes and deep brown hair, and he has to admit flora’s right, the beauty mark is cute. another floral outfit today: pink and white flowers on a loose, thin blouse, and a pair of yellow dress pants. she looks like she works in an office.

“i’m sorry i think this is mine,” she says, but she’s looking him up and down in a curious way that makes his face go a little pink.

“no, i’m sorry—i shouldn’t have assumed—“ he shakes his head and she tilts hers just slightly, taking the drink and finally nodding.

“it’s all right, no harm.”

and just like that she walks away, but he doesn’t see her glance back before she’s out the door and into the rain.

•

it’s sunny next time. flora nearly vaults over the counter when she sees him, later in the morning than usual.

“YOU’RE JOKING, THE ONE TIME YOU TWO MEET AND WE WEREN’T EVEN HERE—“ she paddles the counter with her hands eagerly, “i need details,” she says while tapping his order into the computer, “are you in love already, what was she wearing, did she just fall into your arms—“

“ah—“ obi-wan coughs a bit, rubbing his chin, “no, i’m afraid there wasn’t anything like that...”

“jack said you almost took her drink and you two ‘stared longingly for like 30 seconds in front of a lobby full of people like we were in a datenight netflix movie’ but that she left,” vera raises an eyebrow as she slides his drink across the counter, “soooo during all of that did you get her name, or what?” obi-wan clears his throat and takes a deep breath, taking his drink.

“i did not.”

•

it’s raining again.

he’s supposed to have the day off but he’s decided to finish up a little extra work on his personal laptop—which he’s got settled in front of him at a table next to the front windows, along with a blueberry scone and his usual iced tea latte.

starbucks is surprisingly empty, which is fine with him, but that just makes it all the more noticeable when She walks in.

damp curls and a lavender umbrella that she shakes out carefully, and behind the counter flora makes a strangled sort of noise that makes obi-wan look away instinctively.

the woman orders.

he sits at his little table and tries to focus on his laptop screen, internally debating over whether or not he should say something. there’s next to no one else in the dining room and the other three people have headphones on anyways.

he can also see vera trying to get his attention already.

her drink’s almost ready and he’s still fighting himself on ‘is it too weird to walk up to her and say something or not’, and he barely hears them call ‘ami’—and he realizes he’s probably too late in deciding to go for it and hurriedly jolts up out of his seat—only for her to be standing next to his little window table, with her drink in hand and a croissant on a plate.

she smiles, and he swallows, completely blind to the two baristas excitedly leaning over the counter together to watch.

“hi,” she greets pleasantly, and he feels a little frozen just standing there but she continues, “i’m off today, and flora behind the counter has been making a very compelling case that you might be my soulmate based on our drink preferences,” her eyes crinkle and there’s laughter in her voice, but it’s sweet rather than derisive. “i didn’t get to really say much last time, i was running late. but if you have a minute today i thought i would at least meet you properly.” he feels a little stunned by all of this, but finally just smiles, chuckling and nodding.

“flora makes a convincing matchmaker,” he agrees, and gestures to the empty chair. “if you’d like to sit down—i’ve got the day off myself.” she glances at his laptop and then phone, and then back at him.

“i’m not bothering you am i?”

“not at all.” he shuts the laptop and stows it in his bag beside the table before facing her again. she’s set her croissant down and she’s smiling and he takes a little breath and smiles back. “i’m not sure our matchmaker has already told you, but i’m obi-wan kenobi.” he offers a hand, and she takes it, looking very intrigued.

“absolutely not the name i was expecting,” she replies, her smile widening, “i like it. my name is padmé amidala.”

#obidala #padme x obi wan #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #oneshot #replies #text replies #the prompt someone suggested on twitter was SLIGHTLY different but i liked the idea #it also launched a very amusing discussion about starbucks orders between my roommate and i #i have another modern au thing i might take a crack at at some point but hmmm #i was so close to just calling him ben again shdkdhskdk welp #imagine giving the barista that name SIGH

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huntsman-ash · 3 years

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LiveThoughts: RWBY V8E6

Second attempt at this since last time Chrome just DIED for no reason...

Im going to put literally the entire thing with Cinder under one note; Called it.

Its a great set of stuff, sure, but it doesnt relaly tell us anything we didnt already know about Cinder, and I personally feel it doesnt really explain why she turned out the way she did. I feel like we’ve had another weird twist of the situation again...M+K? Coronas fault? Who knows. Either way, this section isnt great by my taste and I kinda skipped most of it.

Few things to note though; Apperently in Mistral scrubbing by hand is still more viable floor cleaning tech than using Dust.

The wind vane on the roof has the Rooster Teeth symbols rooster on it.

The hotel Cinder is bought by is named the Glass Unicorn, fittingly enough for...several reasons.

The coffees behind the stepsisters when we first see them are the animated versions of the real life stuff RT put out just before this season went live.

No one seems to notice the fact cinder has orange eyes. I wonder if weird eye colors are just a THING in Remnant?

The control collar/shock thing is incredibly inefficient in design, since it doesnt actually hold on to her very well. A more effective brace/choker design would have worked better.

The song that goes on during all of this is...kind of obvious and a little bland? Fitting for younger Cinder I guess.

Mmm. Random greasy huntsman.

I guess in Atlas its fine to laugh at struggling teenagers?

Im going to assume there’s a 3+ year gap here where she gets older, cause she stops being smol and gets closer to how we see her now.

Also even here, in Atlas...really? The most effective way to clean these carpeted floors is to have a TEENAGER SCRUB THEM BY HAND?

How do you scrub...I assume its carpet anyway?

And how you tell civilians are lame in Atlas; they are impressed...by a sword. Just a sword. A boring, half-cut sword. Losers.

I assume this would be Cinder’s semblance manifesting. Also note on the desk; “we do not serve faunus”. Well THAT doesnt surprise me.

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. Get fucked Cinder. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

I dont even feel pity for her, this is funny to me. Also the fact that this kind of shit aCTUALLY EXISTS is...amusing to me. Like, really? So I guess indentured servitude is a thing in Remnant too.

And this is why Cinder likes to use swords. Really. Wow. LAMEO.

Huh. Dual maces. Interesting. Thats a prety cool weapon. Looks like they open up too. Bet he could bash some skulls with that.

“Hurting them isnt going to make your life any better”. Um, excuse me? I think hurting them is the very best thing to do in this situation. At least, for the moment anyway.

Huh. So she’s ten at this point? Even as a child, shes older than she looks.

And training montage. Huh. Or at least I assume it is. I get the feeling being able to go where you want too and do what you want too is the main reason Hunters exist. There must be crazy tight immigration laws...or, maybe, its just that traveling between kingdoms is stupid dangerous cause of Grimm. I think the latter is most likely considering every form of public transit extra-kingdom we’ve seen (even between cities, see Argus Limited) has some kind of defensive weaponry. Limited and ineffective, for th emost part oddly.

So you can take the exam at 18. Okay cool. Pre-that must be prep school. Wonder what happens if you wash out? Also I like how this dude is just “yeah, 7 years of training, we got this.”

I think this is the first time we’ve seen the other side of the moon. Or at least, the proper other side...bloody hell I STILL dont know how all those piesces are still held in place, the thing looks like it should start yeeting bolides at Remnant.

Better still we see it MOVE, rotate in time to the passing of years. So it literally does rotate on its own axis, and more importantly, unlike OUR moon, its NOT tidally locked. We only ever see the same side of our moon. REmnants rotates MUCH faster. Also it doesnt seem to have phases like ours does. I’ll check on why that is.

Well at least we have an explanation for why Cinders so damn good at fighting people. Trained by an Atlas Huntsman.

Also as a note the device is quite literally just an electrical Dust crystal attached to a necklace. Things the most inefficent torture device Ive ever fucking seen.

Wonder how often they have to change the crystal.

And there goes the moon rotating again.

I like how NO ONE comment on the blade going missing and that guy never came back for it. I guess he must have just bought a new one.

I get the very distinct feeling they wont just let her go honestly, permission or not.

AWWW WE DONT EVEN GET TO SEE CINDER MURDER THE SISTERS. Also no blood. Odd. Good kill on the stepmother though. Oh, that NECK CRACK. I like how all the bitch can do is try and shock Cinder, like, uh...adrenaline up? SHE HAS A SWORD? MAYBE FIGHT BACK?

Hah. Weak ass fuckin Atlas people. Also the clock going off in the back ground twelve times. How fitting. Welcome to midnight.

Also shes kind of glowing here cause the room is dark, and I find it amusing this is probably the last time she wears white.

And THERES the Cinder we know

Sick ass music, cool. Also THAT is an interesting semblance...I guess he turns himself to metal? Also DAMN his aura broke after THAT? Hes a Huntsman...ah who cares. Again probably in Cinders memory more than anything. Which at this point is probably about as reliable as a coked up hookers.

SHANKED. Sucker. You shoulda seen THAT one coming.

And thats all it took to get the shock collar off. Lol.

So what happened to the hotel? Did they just...write it off? I mean four people got murdered in there...

And now we’re back on the whale. HOW THE SCREAMING FUCK DID CINDER JUST...

Wow. She just got up after eating that blast. Fucking plot armor.

Merc making the hard calls honestly. Im actually gonna watch all of this now which is nice because I want to know whats happening in the real world. PITY MORE THAN HALF THE EPISODE WAS THIS FUCKING FILLER.

I like how Cinder just...goes quiet the moment she realizes shes lost Mercury. Not that he was USEFUL mind you but if I had to guess she liked being the boss. But now shes...basically back where she started.

So the whale is basically a ship. It has a bridge. Probably Salems throne room.

Man, Oscars literally just RTs punching bag this season isnt he? Literally in this case.

His clothes are still scortched too which I find interesting. The black eyes also staying. Auras not back up then? Aura repair and regen seems...werid half the time. Like RT does what they want with it.

Ah so someone finally says it...but at the same time what exactly does Salem have to fear? If she cant fight the whole world...what could they do? Maybe overwhelming her? It...Im having a hard time putting the “she cant be stopped” with “shes afraid of fighting all of Remnant”.

Somethings missing here. I know it.

The sound of the “door” opening reminds me of the Flood doors in High Charity in Halo 3s Cortana. Fleshy twisting.

Mention from Hazel, but AGAIN...no details. I guess if you nail down how she can do stuff its harder to write?

Glad someone made a comment on the futility of the Hunter academies.

I really hate how Salems giving us creepy mommy shades.

Hmm. So yeah the bridge IS the throne room/command deck. I like how Neo doesnt give a fuck is just casually kneeling.

Ah okay THATS why he grabbed the scroll.

Heh. Interesting. How exactly does this work I wonder.

...Why does Salem have a ring. Has she always had that ring?

Neo looking at the Hound like “oh, I could ride this thing”.

Oh cool the Ace Ops. And they’re arguing, shocker. Sounds like Elm doesnt trust tech either. No shock there. Idiot.

Atlas elite. Yeah, right.

Huh, is this a Manta with landing gear? I guess they do have them...seems kind of silly to have them so high up though. I guess thats what the thing under the door is for, so they can deploy a ramp. Man, I really dont like Atlas’s airship design.

Hare needs some fuckin suppresants.

Annnnddd...here we go, things go straight to hell. I was warned of this. I am going to try and not be mad...but from what Ive heard the incomptence of the military in this particular section is astronomical.

Huh. So...Grimm can be convirted into a rock-punching liquid? Interesting. Has that always been a thing or... Also why the fuck are you jsut standing there in awe, go kill the fucking thing! Fucking Specialists.

...that is all it took to get through Atlas’s shield? THAT?

I also love how no one does anything. Ironwoods like “wait what the fuck”. Come on bro.

And...thats the Atlas navy. Everyone. Two lasers. One of which missed. Remind me again what exactly these things are used to shoot?

Wait, no, that took down part of it, and then the rest is, surprise, hitting the soft rock on the outside.

THERE goes the shield.

Hang on a second, how long have those giant squid things been there?

And...what. The whale just approaches, nothing happens? You’ve got 12 fucking ships there, shoot the fucking thing.

Again, WHY IS NO ONE DOING ANYTHING?

Oh, it just beach-headed. Okay fine, whatever.

Im not really worried.

Lets see how RT makes this WORSE though...

And thats this weeks episode.

#rwby #rwby v8 #spoilers #rwby spoilers

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First Reactions To Logan’s Playlist

K first song let’s do this

White and Nerdy-Weird Al Yankovic

Wtf this song was definitely Joan’s idea I mean who else would think of ‘White and Nerdy’ for Logan

Is this like canon he listens to this stuff or like songs about him???

Not Perfect-Tim Minchin

TIM MINCHIN

Bo Burnham better be on Logan's playlist

#deep

Is this about the mindpalace/inside of Thomas’ head??? Cause like???? Ouch???? I think????

Lol nvm it’s not sad lmao

I take back my take back it is sad

So this could be literally “in his mind” or it could be figurative and it’s really messing with my funky flow

Streaks-ANIMA!

Cool instrumental

Love the voice sounds a little like MARINA and Regina Spektor

Oh no I’m two lines in and I can tell it’s gonna be sad

OH NO CONFORMITY RELATED ANGST AHHHHH

Wow Logan is just out here being relatable isn’t he smh 😔👊

"Cause you're a smart kid, but you're still a kid" LOGAN REALLY BE OUT HERE BEING RELATABLE ON MAIN

The Elements-Tom Lehrer

Sounds like what piano class would sound like if I took piano class

Something you would listen to in science class

Bop

Medicine-STRFCKR

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out vibes

Lmao nvm

Gonna go look up the lyrics rn brb

A sad bop

Philosophy cool

Human-Tank And The Bangas

Logan playing this to comfort himself because this singer is the only person who has ever told him this

WHO HURT LOGAN WITH THEIR WORDS

LOGAN THE HEART SKIPPING COMMENT ARE YOU OKAY IM GIVING YOU A HUG

GUYS LOGAN IS TRYING TO CONVINCE HIMSELF THAT HE MATTERS IM NOT OKAY

Last???? Relationship???

Okay I'm not a shipper BUT my theorist analysis obsessed brain is just SCREAMING about Roman and Patton

Observation: Logan is probably atheistic and this song covers God a lot. I don't have a conclusion or anything just pointing that out

This woman do be calming tho like yes I'm beautiful yes I'm special thank you

Okay so I already knew Logan wasn't okay but he 100% isn't okay

Fittet Happier-Radiohead

K two words in and I can tell this is gonna be sad here we go

Employees? Or maybe…other sides?

Minor key ok

SELF HARM ISNT OKAY

"WILL NOT CRY IN PUBLIC" NONONONO

So I heard of a good therapist just downtown-

The Watchtower-The Dø

I paused it cause I need a second after the last one

Guys as someone who dissosiates a lot I think Logan might be dissosiating

Dissosiating to protect himself from his emotions

Y'all just trust me in this one

Coming for the TØP brand I see

K ready to start again here we go

Fire beat I'm vibing with it

Is he trying to distance himself from his emotions to try and perform his tasks better like watching from a Watchtower???

This is the first character I've seen that might dissosiate which only means one thing

I'm gonna be projecting an unholy amount in my fanfiction

"No one in particular" hon who hurt you

City Lights=Emotions (which he considers distractions)??? Maybe??

I'm a William Finn fan come on this isn't my first rodeo

Art Is Dead-Bo Burnham

BO BURNHAM I WAS RIGHT

We all love some good Imposter Syndrome (tm)! :D

This gives Learning New Things About Ourselves' a whole new meaning

Ngl this is the first time I heard the degrading of the piano at the end and I'm here for it

In My Mind-Amanda Palmer

Oop we LOVE setting up impossible expectations for yourself to the point you have a cripplingly horrid self esteem! :D

Logan I've done this before and trust me it isn't worth it the mental breakdowns are too taxing

I'll do it when I'm older=I'm never gonna get around to it

I don't wanna be the person I wanna be either

Why do I perfectly understand every lyric am I ok

Live!!! While you!!!! Can!!!!

At least there's a happy ending

Okay so I've decided that once I'm done I'm gonna make a list of songs I think would fit in the playlist

Algorythym-Childish Gambino

K its spelled incorrectly get ready for some metaphors my dudes

Intro is cool definitely very very Logan WOAH OKAY CHAIN SMOKER

Gonna go look up lyrics I don't understand shit

The chorus sounds like Thanksgiving at my Aunt's house where like 100+ African American relatives blast house music and dance until their feet falls off

Nvm no it doesn't

GO OFF

ELPHABA BETTER WATCH OUT CHILDISH GAMBINO IS COMING FOR YOUR BELT

Adlibs are everything

Letter C-Zach Sherwin

This gives off the same vibes as that one pickle video by Charlie Puth

Roman vs Logan rap battle but it's this

I don't really see why this is related but sure

Time Adventure-The Marcus Hedgehog

Nostalgiaaaaaa

Okay Logan has too many songs talking about one (1) person who is it

I have a gut feeling that it's about Thomas and how Logan used to be enough "back then" but now he thinks he's not cause like let's be honest when was the last time someone gave Logan a strong sincere thank you for all that he does????Excluding DWIT (which doesn't really count in my opinion cause they said he was cool, not like an integral and arguably the most important and powerful side) nobody really appreciates Logan???? Hugs???

Anyway plz ignore this is just how my brain works

K next song

The Breach-clipping.

OKAY SLOW DOWN IM GONNA LOOK UP LYRICS

Is this Daveed Diggs???? I haven't listened to Hamilton in like forever is this Daveed Diggs???

LITERALLY PERFECY PARRALLEL TO LOGAN AND THE SIDES

Sound effects

Really just gonna fry my eardrums like that huh

What I Do For U-Ra Ra Riot

Okay scrap anything and everything I said about it being the sides Logan is 100% talking about Character!Thomas

Erase Me-Ben Folds Five

Ooh this intro reminds me of this one particular musical songs but I don't remember which one

Wait have I listened to this before????

I've listened to this before!

Okay I need to stop being distracted

NOOOOOO don't Erase Yourself!!!!

Logan really just do be having no Self Esteem don't he

Okay so theory: Logan didn't pop up in person in the last video because his eyes were too red from crying

I have 0 evidence so it's not a very good theory but…

Just throwing it out there

One More Time with Feeling-Regina Spektor

Oh no it's Regina Spektor

Oh no I'm gonna cry

Okay so Logan doesnt wanna block of all emotion, only permit some to show???? But most of the time block everything????

Did I get that???

Nobody!!!! Thanks!!!! Logan!!!!

Awww he just wants love and recognition

Tbh this sounds a lot like Roman they have so much in common despite their constant arguing

Galaxy Song-Monty Python

Ooh Monty Python

I haven't listened to Monty Python so I sadly don't know the context

Really just dissing all of the other sides aren't we

Can't really blame him tho

Very scientific

"Yeau~"

Sweet with dark undertones. Love it.

Equation-Hans Zimmer

Later I'm gonna check the equations if they're correct XD

Sunrise-In The Heights

!!!!!!

WHO???!!!!!

K to this is one of my favorite love songs ever it's just so sweet and as someone who's bilingual the concept is just amazingly wonderful so yeah I may be freaking out

Also because WHO??!!

Okay I said I wasn't a shipper but let's be honest this is probably about Roman not romantically but like

OR MAYBE JANUS???

IM SO CONFUSED

But Logan is definitely Nina in this situation it just fits so well with her character for the same reasons I really wanna play her (but never will cause I'm exactly 0% Latin American smh) yeah the pressures to be the smartest and then it backfiring horribly and oh God what if Inùtil is also in the playlist ahhhh

Okay moving on

Lifeboat-Heathers

WHAT

CONFORMITY RELATED ANGST LOGAN STOP BEING RELATABLE AHHHH

IS THIS CAPTAIN THOMAS??? THE OTHER SIDES AS A WHOLE??? AN ABSTRACT CONCEPT???

IM NOT OKAY

Bohemian Groove-Will Connolly

Okay I'm still not recovered from the last song but I need to continue or else I'm never gonna finish this playlist

Eeecccchhhhhoooo

Your friends haven't surpassed you Logan you belong with them okay????

Emptiness despite success??? Millennial who???

Vibing with it but also are you okay

Nvm I know the answer already

Hug All Ur Friends-Cavetown

Okay so Logan is a Cavetown gay noted

Self validation??? Who's she???

Lies. You care so much about what other people *sides* think about you

Maybe Logan listens to this song to remind himself to not care too much

But it doesn't work and it's getting to him more and more

That took a turn

Breathin'-Thomas Sanders

Good move

Don't really have much to say on this

The Bidding

Spoopy

Alchoholic!Logan

New idea for us fan writers

The pronunciation of beurgoise

Okay I'm like pretty certain at this point that all of the songs that mention a someone else is about Character!Thomas

A Better Version

OHMYGOD I LOVE THIS MUSICAL ITS SO UNDERRATED I HAVE LISTENED TO THE SOUNDTRACK AND UNGODLY AMOUNT OF TIMES YESSSSS

But also since I know the song in terrified cause the feels are gonna come in I just know it

Wait so is Jayce supposed to be Thomas???

I am suddenly feeling much more uncertain about my certainty

Okay let me unpause and just listen to it (even though I already know all of the lyrics)

Okay so I'm a dumbass and apparently this song isn't even part of the playlist

Okay so I'm an idiot and the last few songs have all been "related to playlist" and not in the actual playlist I'm big dumb.

Anyway here's my list of songs I think would fit. (BTW, I only went off of lyrics for these ones. I realize that there’s a general sound and vibe for the playlist, but I decided not to follow it.)

Oh No! ~ MARINA

Hug All Ur Friends ~ Cavetown

Bohemian Groove ~ Will Connolly

Guiltless ~ Dodie Clark

Lifeboat ~ Laurens O’Keefe

The Bidding ~ *idk who*

I Am Not A Robot ~ MARINA

Inútil - Lin Manuel Miranda

Through The Eyes Of A Child ~ AURORA

Community Gardens ~ The Scary Jokes

Let me know if I should do this with the other playlists as well! :)

#sander sides #ts sanders sides #sanders sides #thomas sanders #tss #logan sander angst #logan sanders #ts logan #logan’s playlist #first reaction #self harm mention #tw self harm

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