#also I gave the blue solution a piece of fabric because it’s cute and it looked boring

[bigfinpie]

Was bored so I doodled whatever that was in my terraria inventory

#terraria #my art #fanart #terraria fanart #post hardmode doodles #i’m really happy with how it turned out #especially the terraspark boots because drawing shoes are a nightmare #also I gave the blue solution a piece of fabric because it’s cute and it looked boring #I love spiffo but I dislike how I drew him #don’t repost to another site without credit or permission

[suspiciouslybluemilktea]

Pairing: Suit Saeran x Non Gendered Reader

Description: A little fic based on that gorgeous Suit birthday title screen CG we got this year. Go on, put on that dazzling outfit. There is one problem here with Suit’s plan though…you don’t know ballet to perform for him. Guess you’ll just have to dance together </3

Little note for readers who don’t identify as female: On stage, EVERYONE wears makeup (lipstick, eyebrows, all of it) in order to emphasize features for the audience to see. And costumes are also very important, including ones with glitter! Suity here doesn’t discriminate, everything here is following performing arts rules. Feel free to think of the costume in any way you like as it isn’t referred to as a dress! It’s anything! Local theater kid here isn’t a lier promise.

I wrote this pretty much exactly after the CG was revealed :3 so it’s older

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“Perfect...what a well behaved doll~”

Saeran crossed his arms in front of him, showing you his signature smirk in a smug look of victory. He studied you, traveling down from your face to the outfit you so graciously modeled for him, admiring the way it hugged your waist and fell with such a poof at the bottom, black feathers adorning the soft silky material. He coughed upon noting the exposed bit of skin the outfit left in your chest area, and he made it painfully obvious that where his glance landed up was the cause of the tiny loss of composure.

You couldn’t help but feel rather flustered under his gaze, relief washing over you as his eyes finally met yours again.

“So...it took it being a special day for you to finally listen to me? Well? Did you enjoy the show at least, toy? Wasn’t it cute? The little dolly made of my little doll finally doing what you’re supposed to do. Entertaining me! That is your purpose! And today…,” he huffed through his nose with laughter. “You’re finally going to do that properly! That wasn’t just any old puppet show...but a demonstration of how today is going to go. You’re going to dance for me as I sit back and enjoy my cake in front of you...and if the performance is good enough, you can have a bite. Aren’t I generous today?”

He snickered as you tried your hardest not to sigh tiredly, not necessarily completely annoyed by him but…needless to say this wasn't something you’d have planned. There was a short pause as he tapped his foot a few times impatiently. Clearly you weren’t getting his message.

“So then, toy? Dance for me! And dance for this sugary treat~”, he cackled, sliding the small plate in your direction before pulling it back, taunting you much like a toddler. Perhaps waving a reward in front of your face would light a fire under you.

It was moments like these where you found yourself wondering what good you initially thought you’d get from blindly following a complete stranger to a hidden location in the mountains. Truth be told, today you were mainly humoring his whims because of the sheer amount of detail and effort he put into this charade, and because you were curious to try on that exquisite costume. Birthday boy or not...this couldn’t become a regular thing of his.

“Oh..oh oh oh and one more thing.”

Saeran rather excitedly crouched down for the blue present box underneath the table, easily popping its lid off and pulling out the final piece of your outfit; the same feathers and golden crown worn by your doll.

“Aren’t you excited? You get to be royalty for the day...my prince(ss)..my birthday present to play with! Why else did you think I’d instruct you to wear your hair like that before I came?”

Sending someone in to do your hair for you that evening and pamper you was the proper explanation for what actually went on. It wasn’t like it would be an easy feat to add such a lovely jeweled hair piece to your do alone. The timid believer who assisted you even brought you a perfume sent by him...so you, according to the note attached, “wouldn’t smell so awful”. On the bright side, you really did feel dazzling, the pearls in your hair matching the ones on your new attire.

“Well...come closer so I can put it on you. I won’t bite...as long as you listen,” he teased, bringing himself forward to close up more of the gap between you two.

You bowed your head slightly in response as he fiddled with how the headpiece sat, occasionally feeling his hands smooth down and readjust little parts of your hair. Once he was confident the job was done, he took a step back to admire his work of art. He seemed proud of his accomplishments; his ability to get you to play dress up for him and how the puppet show went so perfectly after so much practice...and now was the time for his hard work to pay off. He expected you to make every bit his birthday fantasy come true, which was evident in everything from his expressions to body language. But there was a problem. You didn’t know ballet.

Saeran took his birthday hat and placed it upon his head grumpily before plopping in the seat you once previously enjoyed his performance in. He sat with a slouch, bringing his plate of cake to him, noming down on a small bite before speaking again with his mouth a bit full.

“Come on, toy! I’m waiting now that you’re all ready!”

He tapped his foot impatiently again.

You decided to address your concerns slowly.

“Uhm...Saeran..? The dance you made the puppet do was ballet…”

“Yes, aren’t you clever? So do some ballet for me.”

“That’s the thing...I haven’t done ballet since I was practically a baby. I’m not sure how to...and you’d have to turn on the music-”

Rational thinking interrupted your nervous attempt to reason a proper way to do this. “And hey...why am I dancing for you anyways?”

He tilted his head, raising a brow in disapproval.

“Because I say so, and because you value your life and your stomach. Remember? I can toss you out at any time,” he puffed, “and this cake will save you from your misery of having an empty belly. You will work for your food and convince me you deserve it!”

“...Ok..? But again...I don’t know how to do ballet anymore-”

Saeran cut you off with the sharp screeching of his chair’s legs dragging backwards against the ground, standing swiftly.

“Did I ask for excuses..? Hahaha...most people would be more pleasant on their birthdays..”, he stepped towards you. “...Is that what you’re expecting from me? Hmm? To be all sweet and sappy because it’s my big day? Extra nice to you? I still won’t tolerate disobedience...in fact, I have less patience today!”

He finished his march to you until he could make certain his dominance was well established through a face-to-face threatening scowl, towering over you best he could. He cupped your chin, tilting it up so you were forced to meet him in all his fury.

“You’re going to dance today. You’re going to dance today because I ordered you to do so, little airhead. Even if I have to force you!”

Releasing his hold on your face, he then grasped your left hand, intertwining your fingers, giving you a good yank forward into him. He caught you on his chest as you gasped in slight shock, the feeling of his hand making its way to the side of your waist; the unexpected cold touch making you shiver as you felt it through the fabric of your outfit.

There was an awkward pause as the two of you stood together in silence for a moment, Saeran just watching you with bated breath. The quiet was eating at you, feeling your heart clamoring against your ribs as you waited for him to initiate something. Your stare drifted down to his chain which sat within your outfit’s front feathers before moving back up. It was cute that he’d pick out a gold one for his birthday. You piped up as you heard him finally swallow saliva.

“We uh...need music..if you want to dance together. I think this is a good solution, actually.”

You gave him a smile, the same gentle look he’d cursed dozens of times before for making him feel so gross in the stomach. He kept quiet this time, but your expression made him feel no different than usual, if not more so.

“I knew that. Obviously we can’t dance to nothing. Tch, don’t get smart with me…”

Sure he knew that.

He let go of your hand to reach out and press play on the little radio he’d tucked away behind the little stage, contorting himself to stay close to you before returning to your old ready to dance position. He pulled you to the right with a shuffle together away from the set to a clear space in the room, closer to the window, the glow of the soft moonlight catching on the intricate glittery details of your costume.

Saeran stared for a mere moment, stiff as a statue as you placed your free hand on his shoulder. You could tell from the shifting of his eyes he was trying his best not to gawk now that he was getting a solid look at you up against him, clearing his throat with an “akhem” to collect himself. He’d never admit the tips of his ears felt hot to the touch.

Finally, with your prompting, the inviting melody which drifted through the room allowed the two of you to begin swaying together; Saeran watching your feet to understand the 1-2-3 step movements you did. He got the hang of it pretty quickly, grinning confidently as he took more lead and a firmer hold on your waist. It was a simple dance, rocking a tad and moving in a circle, the expression you showed him sweet and caring as he peered into your reflective (e/c) pools, (and perhaps it was flustered and nervous too). He, on the other hand, wouldn’t allow his mask of cocky satisfaction to be taken off so easily, despite the rosy hue his pale cheeks took on.

“My my...such a warbled little smile I’m receiving from you~ are you enjoying this, doll? Don’t lie, I can see just how red you are..pfft- is dancing with your prince something you’ve day dreamed about before? You and your delusions-”

You decided to outright call him out. He can’t just tease you like this when he came up with this whole plan in the first place, now can he?

“Says the one who made a detailed puppet set of the building we’re in. And two dolls of us. And got me a costume. And got me ballet shoes, which my whole outfit matches the doll’s exactly, by the way. And you even put on a whole show, plus made me do my hair the way you like...who’s day dream are we actually living out? Oh and don’t forget...you’re the one who took my hand to dance too~”.

You winked at him, eliciting a low growl which rumbled in his throat. His face grew redder, perhaps with rage.

“Hey...I never said I didn’t like it. The detail is incredible, and I’m being honest. I’m not sure how much work you put into it all...but I can tell it was a lot. You, sir, have a hidden talent. I’d like to see what else you can do with more free time for yourself….”

He sneered, “I’m not going to keep humoring you with more stuff like this, if that’s what you’re implying. Maybe with more free time, I’ll only find myself coming up with new ways to make you bend and break! But, I will take your compliment as you can at least appreciate this all as a work of my geniusness. I’m a busy busy man, but I found free time to set up a playdate with my toy. So stop pushing my buttons! You should feel lucky I graced you with my presence! It’s my birthday...and I’m stuck looking at your stupid face!”

“Hmm...again, with all that planning I think someone wanted to see ‘my stupid face’. And I do feel lucky, because I get to spend your birthday with you, although I wish I could have organized something myself. And what I meant was...Saeran this is a work of art. The dolls look hand crafted and painted, including the outfits which must’ve been sown for today in order to match perfectly. I also noticed the pearls on my costume match the ones on your birthday hat. And the set...some of the paint even appears as if its liquid leaf...which it might not be but still. Once we’re finished dancing, I want to go and admire your efforts. Especially the cute little replica of yourself you made~!”

Saeran sputtered angrily.

“You….are certainly an A grade weirdo. Don’t you hate this, even a little? Isn’t it sucky for you? Having to be my puppet today!”

“I’m no one’s puppet. I’m enjoying myself because I get to dress up, dance with you, and learn about a new skill of yours.”

He stopped your swaying with a halt, and you could feel his once icy hand in yours growing hotter by the second. His grip tightened as if to warn you he might hurt you with a squeeze, but within a second, it softened, and he let go momentarily to run it through his poofy locks. He grumbled.

“I don’t know why I even bother with an airhead like yourself. You didn’t even use the stamps I left so clearly out in front of you.”

You grinned at the opportunity suddenly presented to you. You hadn’t given him a birthday gift yet, and here was the chance to give him something small, but memorable.

“Hey Saeran...do you like the shade of lipstick I’m wearing today? It’s kind of purpleish..you know, a combination of red and blue. Like your stamps if the ink is mixed.”

He gulped, furrowing his brows.

“What are you getting at? I don’t care about your silly stage makeup I instructed the believer to do...”

You faked a sigh, “Sorry, sorry. I’ll make sure to get on that last bit right now about the stamps, since we’re no longer dancing.”

Without hesitation, you took him by the open sides of his striking suit jacket, pulling him to you to turn and plant a quick but firm kiss on his cheek. You then let him go, drinking in his wide eyed blushy appearance, raising his hand to touch the prominent lipstick mark you left on him. He wiped the area as if to show he didn’t like it, only to look down at the swipe of purple on his fingertips.

“See there? A stamp! And there’s more where that came from~”

#suit saeran #ray mystic messenger #saeran x mc #saeran choi #unknown saeran #saeran x reader

[ilovemygaydad]

part 3/? of punk!patton gets adopted by single parent logan

part one - part two - part four - part five - ao3 version - masterlist (includes asks)

pairings: one-sided pining moxiety, eventual logince, background pining remceit, mentions of past thomas/female oc

warnings: swearing, lots of emotions, anxiety, worry, sympathetic deceit (his name is DC), jealousy, sadness, one-sided pining, rivalry mentions, depression mentions, divorce mentions, being held back a grade, arguments, anger, crying, unhealthy coping mechanisms, embarrassment, like some angst (sorry buds but emotionally closed off patton is an angst fest), food mentions, possibly something else

***feel free to send me questions or comments! i’ll answer them to the best of my ability, and everything is tagged under “punk!patton au”

a/n: this one is.... so long

(a clarification: logan and patton aren’t really father and son--they’re more like legal guardian and child. neither of them were looking for a father/son relationship, so they agreed that it wasn’t for them. i just didn’t clarify)

a few weeks had passed since the whole clothes incident, and patton and virgil had actually become real friends

which was why patton was unnerved when virgil’s foot wouldn’t stop tapping in their first block class

patton scribbled out a quick “you okay?” on a piece loose leaf paper and nudged virgil’s leg to get his attention and passed over the note

a few moments later, the paper is passed back to patton, and virgil’s neat writing reads “yeah, just nervous”

“about what?”

“well... i was going to ask you if you wanted to join my family for our twice-monthly disney marathon on saturday. dad’s college friend comes with his son, dc. he’s a senior. everyone wears onesies, and we just chill and watch cartoons for the night. you don’t have to come if you don’t want, but i thought you might enjoy it.”

and patton’s like

oh

okay

this is... a thing

so he writes back, “sure. i think dc is in my photography class?”

and virgil passes the note back one last time, but the timing went poorly, and the teacher sees

she’s like “mr sanders. mr summers. are you passing notes?”

and patton rolls his eyes as he takes the paper and clips it into his binder “no, ms w. virgil thought that he’d missed some of the notes yesterday by accident, so i gave him my sheet so he could double check.”

and the teacher is like ,,,,,,, fine and goes back to teaching, but virgil looks over at patton and gives him this small, thankful smile

and if patton has some weird, fluttery feelings about it, then that’s fine

even though he doesn’t

(the note says “7pm--last house on zora lane downtown. you’ll know the one ;)” and patton finds it really cute)

so saturday rolls around, and patton picks out some pajamas to go in because he doesn’t have a onesie

logan had offered to buy him a onesie, but patton looked up one that he thought he might like, and it was nearly forty dollars. he refused to let logan spend so much money on something so stupid

he settles on a black muscle tank and black jogger sweats because there’s no way he’s going to break his aesthetic for a disney marathon

he does wear his glasses, though, because he doesn’t want to deal with the hassle of taking out his contacts before going to sleep and then putting them back in before anyone wakes back up, and he’s too blind to just go without

and he hates how the huge, square frames look on his face, and the lenses are so damn thick

but he wears them anyway because he has to

logan drives him to virgil’s house and it definitely wasn’t because logan was hoping to catch a glimpse of virgil’s dad what???

virgil was right--his house was so easy to find. it had a ranbow flag flying by the door, and about twenty little rainbow pinwheels stuck around the garden

it was either the sanders’ house, or it belonged to the world’s most excited five year old

the thing is, virgil didn’t mention that it was huge with gigantic fucking windows and a chandelier that was visible from the fucking street

patton gives a quick goodbye to logan and goes up to the door. he rings the doorbell, and almost immediately, the door swings open. there’s a tall man in a stitch onesie and round glasses smiling at him, and all patton can choke out is a small “hello”

and this man squeals

like

squeals

and then he says, “you must be patton! virgil has told us so much about you--come in!”

it isn’t like patton is just going to say no, so he walks inside and follows this stranger through the house, looking around as they go

the place is just as big as it looks from the outside. there’s a formal dining room to the right and a large office to the left

patton wouldn’t really call the dining room “formal,” however, since all the chairs and the table are random colors and sizes and styles

but that doesn’t even mention the vast foyer with floating stairs to the second level on the left side of the hall and bridging to the upstairs on the right

patton couldn’t believe he was somewhere so fucking nice

they keep going and patton gets a few glimpses of the shiny kitchen and lush living room as they head through a door to the basement

disney music filtered up the stairwell as they descended into the finished basement

it smells like cookies and popcorn

they round the corner and there’s a little entertainment area with a rainbow of giant, fluffy bean bag chairs and a very large flatscreen tv that was currently on the main screen of winnie the pooh

there was also a bookshelf full of disney DVDs (and even a few VHS tapes of the classics)

virgil, roman, and dc were sitting on a couple of the bean bags, but virgil immediately hopped up and threw himself at patton when he noticed that he was downstairs

“you actually came! and you have glasses!!!”

patton huffs out a laugh as he wraps his arms around virgil and hugs him back “yes, i did show up, v. i wasn’t going to stand you up. and, yeah, i do have glasses. i didn’t want the hassle of bringing my contacts and solution and shit, so i just wore my glasses even though they look stupid”

“that’s bullshit!” virgil almost shouts, but he quickly corrects his volume “the glasses look really nice, pat. i swear.”

and there’s that stupid fluttery feeling again

patton rolls his eyes as virgil releases him from a hug, and he’s actually able to get a good look at his friend

virgil’s wearing an eeyore onesie, which matches the disney onesie theme of roman’s mushu onesie and dc’s beymax onesie

patton almost feels left out in his regular pajamas, but he cuts that shit out right the fuck away

virgil gestures to the man who brought pat downstairs “that’s emile. he’s dad’s college friend, and you said you know who dc is already” he still points to the boy who was draped over his bean bag upside down and staring at them with his heterochromatic eyes—the gold one standing out against the darker birthmark around his eye. dc flashed a peace sign, and patton waved back

virgil turns his gaze to the cookies and popcorn set out in the middle of the floor by the tv “those are free to eat—just don’t get between dad and the snickerdoodle ones. he’s vicious. and, i’m only telling you this because i know for a fact that i’m speaking too fast for him to understand”

so they all sit down and watch the movie

patton decides to not notice when virgil moves from a pink beanbag to a purple one right next to patton’s blue one

the movie starts, and it’s all goofy and fun in the basement. the sanders and picanis are quoting the characters and singing along to the little songs

even roman, who signs along with a soft smile on his face

patton is kind of in awe at how relaxed everyone is

he’s also in awe at how freaking cold it is in the basement

he can feel himself curling up and shivering, and he totally regrets wearing a tank top

patton doesn’t know how, but virgil sees him shivering and hops up from his chair, whispering a hasty “i’ll be right back” before sprinting upstairs

when virgil returns, he’s holding a bundle of gray fabric that he tosses to patton

when the bundle is unfolded, patton sees that it’s a hoodie with cat ears and paws and a big pouch in the front

“sorry that it’s so cutesy,” virgil whispers. “it was the most black thing that i own...”

and patton just laughs a little because,,,, virgil’s thought process is really adorable and weird sometimes

like any hoodie or blanket would have done, but virgil absolutely had to get patton the darkest colored one

pat puts it on and instantly feels much warmer

after winnie the pooh, they change to black cauldron

roman whines for a little bit because “there aren’t even any songs!” but eventually concedes because it’s virgil’s favorite and he isn’t going to not let his son watch the movie on disney night

after that’s done, the adults decide they’re going to go to sleep

emile says it’s because they’re old, roman says it’s because he has yet to meet his prince charming in his dreams, and he is looking forward to it

as soon as the adults are gone, the teenagers move closer to the food in the middle

“so,” virgil starts. “it’s time for our gossip session. patton, you’re completely free to sit out if you feel uncomfortable”

“what, uh, does this ‘gossip session’ include...?” pat asks because honestly ???? he’s a bit afraid of what he might hear

dc decides to answer, saying, “usually it’s about what teachers are being shitty again, how classes are going, do we have any annoying group partners. that sort of fun stuff”

and patton just nods because that’s not bad at all

and then virgil does that cute thing like in the movies where he crosses his legs and rests his elbows on his knees and he puts his chin on his hands and he leans forward

you know

that thing

and he says, “sooooo dc. what’s up with that cute boy from school that you like? oh, what was his name? ryan? ray???”

dc rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, and his voice comes out clipped and low

“i don’t have a crush on remy sanders, who you already know because he is your cousin. first of all, stop doing that every time you bring him up. second, stop fucking bringing him up”

virgil just kinda goes “aw, bud, you totally have a crush on him!”

and dc flips out

“you fucking know how much i hate your teasing about crushes, and then you go and tease me in front of someone i barely know? at least i don’t do that! actually, you know what? maybe i will tell patton who you have a crush on because, fuck it! we’re letting all of our secrets out, anyway! virgil has a crush on—“

virgil cuts him off with a loud “STOP” and patton swears that time froze in that room as everyone stares at each other

“i’m sorry,” he continues. “it was so uncool of me to tease you in front of patton without your consent. i just—i think you and remy would be good together, even if it’s just as friends”

dc stands up and starts to march to the stairs “remy and i were nothing more rivals in school, and now that he’s out of the competition, we don’t have anything to connect us. just fucking drop it. i’m going to bed”

patton doesn’t really know what the hell is going on with this remy guy, but he knows some major shit just went down

he decides to focus on virgil instead of the twinge in his chest at the mention of virgil having a crush on someone

really softly, patton asks who remy is

“he’s my cousin,” says virgil “he’s technically the year above, but he got held back last year because of some personal stuff that messed with his school work.

“ever since we were kids, remy and dc were rivals in school. they were both smart and athletic and talented, and they wanted to be the best. they had a lot of chemistry despite the constant bickering, and i tried to get them to become friends instead of rivals. it never worked because remy spends weekends with his moms, so he couldn’t do disney nights, and on the days he was with his dad and could hang out, dc was busy with gymnastics.

“then, after rem got held back, they pretty much ceased all contact. i knew that both of them were hurting because they lost the thing that fueled them to be the best that they could be, but it was pretty obvious that they were missing each other, too.

“i just want them to be happy!” virgil ends, hunching in on himself

patton hesitantly opens up his arms

“do you... do you want a hug”

virgil doesn’t even answer; he just launches himself forward and pretty much tackles patton to the floor in a hug

he’s sobbing now, and patton doesn’t really know what to do, so he pats virgil’s back every so often and whispers nice things to him

eventually, virgil’s breathing evens out and he’s just sniffling into the soaked cat hoodie

patton slowly releases him and rubs virgil’s arms gently in a reassuring gesture

“i’ve never actually done this whole sleepover thing before,” pat says with a sheepish grin, trying to play up the act (even if it is partially real). “would you mind if i slept in your room?”

virgil looks surprised for a second, but then his face smooths out into a tiny smile

“yeah, sure. it’s getting kinda late.”

they pack up the leftover food and stick it in a cupboard by the stairs before going upstairs

virgil grabs patton’s hand as the make their way to his room because tbh he needs the comfort

patton doesn’t mind

virgil opens the door to his room, and it looks just how patton expected

the bed is straight ahead from the door and placed at the bottom of a large window with pink curtains. the blanket and pillows are floral patterned in pastel colors. there are tall, white bookshelves on both sides of the bed that are filled with books of all sizes and colors; however, they look to be organized by age and genre, starting with children’s books and ending with adult fiction and nonfiction. there’s a door that leads to what patton assumes is an en suite bathroom and double sliding doors to the closet. the walls are painted a very light purple, and the remaining furniture are all a slightly darker purple. there’s a wooden desk strewn with tons of office supplies and a vanity with a large mirror and makeup neatly organized in small plastic drawers

everything just screams virgil

while patton is busy ogling at the room, virgil had gone and grabbed a sleeping bag and extra pillow, setting them up on the floor

“i’m gonna go brush my teeth, so make yourself comfy in the bed!” virgil said as he walked into the bathroom

“woah, wait—i’m not sleeping in the bed! this is your house. you get your bed!” patton argues as he takes off the wet sweatshirt and looks for a place to put his glasses for the night

“nuh uh!” virgil sticks his head out the doorway, toothbrush in hand and toothpaste all over his mouth. “you sleep in the bed”

“you aren’t sleeping in that sleeping bag. i refuse to let you do that.”

“fine!” virgil went back into the bathroom, and patton assumed that the argument was over, but virgil came back out with the same fiery look in his eyes. “if i can’t sleep in the sleeping bag, neither can you. get your ass in that bed before i tackle you”

patton had never been so afraid of a 5’7”, 130 pound boy before

he quickly slid under the covers with virgil following after he flicked off the lights

within just a few minutes, both boys were fast asleep

there is so much warmth when patton starts to stir in the morning

he’s just so warm, and he loves it

he curls into the warmth, and for a second he thinks about falling back asleep

and then there was a soft giggle

patton jolted back, opening his eyes to see that he was face to face with virgil

he had been cuddling virgil

and virgil was laughing at him

“awwww, pat! you’re so cute when you’re asleep! you kept trying to cuddle me.”

“shut the fuck up,” patton grumbled, putting his glasses back on and slipping out of the bed

“but it was so cute!!!”

“and if you tell anyone,” patton growls (although, there isn’t much bite behind it) “i will end you. I have a reputation to uphold, and i won’t let you ruin it”

virgil just laughs and follows patton downstairs, teasing him the whole way to the kitchen

roman’s already there, sitting on the counter and stirring a bowl of something

“morning, dad!”

“morning, starshine. why does patton look so grumpy?”

patton slumps into a chair at the table all emo and grumpy, and virgil softly sighs

“i was teasing him, and he got a bit grumpy at me. i’m sure he’ll lighten up as soon as we have pancakes to eat.”

surprised, patton glances over at virgil. he was expecting virgil to completely expose him like the older kids at the orphanage had done, but virgil hadn’t. the smaller boy smiles gently and winks, sitting down next to pat

there’s this strong urge in patton to lean close to virgil, but he squashes that feeling down right the fuck away

“hey, has dc been down yet...?” virgil asks, and patton can see that he’s genuinely still worried and upset about what happened last night

“i am now,” dc announces as he walks into the kitchen

patton is Extremely uncomfortable right now

dc and virgil are just staring at each other when virgil speaks up again

“look, dc, i’m really sorry. it was super selfish of me to try and force your life a certain way based on what i wanted. i’ve always just wanted you two to be happy, but i let my own emotions get in the way”

there was a long pause, and for a second, patton thought that dc was going to throw hands or something

“i forgive you, virge,” dc sighs, and he sits down next to virgil. “i’m sorry, too. i was about to deal a low blow, and that was equally shitty.” he groaned and hid his face in his hands. “and you were right”

“right about... what, exactly?” virgil asked

“i have a crush on remy”

“oh. oh! oh my gosh, dc! that’s sweet! aw, i’m proud of you.”

patton has NO clue what’s going on, but he thinks it’s a nice family moment, so he decides not to intrude

dc and virgil chat for a few minutes, and patton stares at the table silently

it feels a bit like breakfasts at the orphanage where everyone else would laugh and talk and be normal kids

and he would just

sit

alone

all the while, roman had been cooking, and he shouts out, “alright, every-gay--i mean, except patton?”

“nah, i’m... i’m gay, too.” 

“sweet!” roman says with a sigh of relief. “every-gay, it is time for... cinnamon roll pancakes!”  

a huge--like, at least thirty--pile of pancakes was set in the center of the circle, and everyone immediately began to set pancakes on their own plates and slather the frosting on top

dc and virgil began to banter with each other and, against his better judgement, patton joined in

and it felt...

really nice

patton was getting to know virgil’s friends and family better, and it was so interesting to finally be part of some sort of family dynamic for the first time

then he looked over at virgil, who was stuffing pancakes into his face and

the feelings kind of hit him straight in the face

he’s in love with virgil

virgil, his best friend

virgil, who tried to defend him even after he’d been a total asshole

virgil, who... had a crush on someone else

patton almost drops his fork as a sick, sad feeling twists inside of his stomach

he can’t be in love with virgil because virgil doesn’t love him

for the rest of the morning, patton’s all fake smiles, and he keeps quiet

he says a quick goodbye to virgil when logan shows up to drive him home, and he sits silently in the car as logan chats with roman for a few minutes

he doesn’t turn around to wave at virgil

when he gets home, he immediately goes to his room and cries into his pillow

life was a lot easier when he stifled his emotions...

to be continued... in part four

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Craft Therapy

Between my dad’s illness, my uncle’s death, and some other random adulting I’ve had to do, the last few weeks have brought much stress, anxiety, grief and loss.  But curiously, they’ve brought great pleasure too.  Different people have different responses to crises.  I have come to recognize that my natural crisis response is to be flooded with a ton of creative energy, and a strong impulse to put things in order, plan, organize, execute, and analyze.  I also feel this almost manic urge to make myself useful to those who need help, and to be a source of comfort, calm, and assistance to those whose grief response is to fall apart, curl up, and have limited function.  There are probably some drawbacks to my way of handling grief - but at least for this phase of life, I’ve focused on using my natural response as an asset, or at least as a productive impulse, to tackle some events that were both planned and unplanned in our lives.

My dad’s whole ordeal took us from late August through mid-September.  I had been brainstorming and contemplating the kids’ Halloween costumes and my annual Trunk or Treat theme for weeks at that point, but once I returned from NOLA following Dad’s surgery, I knew it was time to spring into action.  The kids had selected their costumes way back over the summer, and amazingly they hadn’t deviated from their original ideas.  Vev wanted to be a blue whale, and Dey had stated a wish to be a lobster.  So it was clear to me that our family appeared to be gravitating towards ocean life as a costume theme this year.  Therefore, I decided my Trunk or Treat theme would reflect this preoccupation, and I titled our trunk “Discover the Sea!”.  

Then it came time to start costume planning and construction.  This took the necessary trips to Joann’s, to procure fabric and supplies....

... then a pattern was sketched out for the whale costume, using brown packing paper salvaged from an Amazon Prime shipping box.

Fabric was cut, pieced, and then sewn together...

Then began the process of strategizing batting and foam.

Flippers were created....

... and then inner lining fabric was procured, cut, and sewn, to make the two sides of the whale.  Each side became like a “pillowcase,” into which the foam could be inserted.

Oh, and prior to foam going in - I top-stitched some lines by hand, using embroider floss, to make the stripes and striations on the whale’s underbelly, similar to what a blue whale has.

*This project entailed WAY more hand-sewing than I usually do!  It was quite an education.  My thumbs still ache sometimes, weeks later, when I think about it!

Speaking of hand-sewing - it was time to make eyes for the whale.  I purchased a few sets of doll eyes from Amazon, and used these along with a hot glue gun, fabric, batting, and foam balls, to create a set of realistic (but maybe sorta creepy) eyes for the whale.  

Hand-sewing those eyes, with the eyelids, and then sewing them onto the whale, were both significant undertakings.  I’m surprised at myself!  

I didn’t photograph this next process very well, which is a shame, because it was also a new and challenging undertaking.  But for these costumes, I decided to work with craft wire for the first time.  I was using batting and foam to give the costumes three-dimensionality and texture, but I was concerned about the shape, and ensuring that certain parts of the costumes - specifically, the tails, for both whale and lobster - would be positionable in a cute way that would help people recognize what time of animals they were.  So, I bought this 3 mm craft wire off of Amazon:

And using a pair of wire cutters/pliers that I owned, I go to work making an “endoskeleton” for my whale, that involved two big oval “ribs” in the sides of the whale for support, that each fed into the fins of the tail to help them stay upright and give them shape.  After feeding the wires through the body and tail, I stuffed the tail full of foam and batting, then hand sewed it to the whale body.  I sewed on nylon webbing for straps, and the end result looked like this.

Not bad, eh?  

Then it was time to get cracking on the lobster costume.  Funny - for frame of reference with time, I started the whale on October 3, and finished on October 22.  Obviously, there were many disruptions to my work schedule in that time, including not one, but two trips to New Orleans, and a boatload of grieving.  But the result was, I had only about a week to get the lobster costume done.  So I was motivated.

Cutting began:

Then the batting and backing stages were undertaken, to make a simple apron of sorts:

Then came the creation of legs, which took WAYYY longer and was WAAAYYY harder than I thought it would be!  Using both sewing techniques to create casings, and the craft wire idea I’d had from before, I managed to make 8 of these bad boys in the end.  It was painful, though.

The result were eight tapered, but bendable/shapable legs.  These legs would need to be attached to the inner surface of the apron, and I confess I probably didn’t do as elegant a job of this as I could have - specifically, I could have made the legs, then sandwiched them between my apron layers, but I didn’t - I ended up hand-stitching them to the inside layer, which is considerably less professional, but oh well.  

Then I decided to create a hood for the costume, upon which eyes and antennae would be fitted.  This was yet another new venture for me; I’d never made a hooded garment before (I’ve hardly ever sewn garments in the first place).  I used a double layer of heavy-duty fusible interfacing to give the hood some stiffness and structure, and also to bear the weight of the eyes, which I constructed in a similar fashion to the whale eyes.  

I used a braided triple-strand of red pipe cleaners as the antennae, and created a makeshift grommet to hold them in place on the hood through a reinforced hole that I made with my KAM snap awl.  The result:

Then came the construction of the lobster tail.  I was actually pretty pleased with how this came out.  I made a fatter, puffier, and segmented version of the “pillowcase” using a pattern for a lobster tail that I sketched out on packing paper again.  I also made a pattern for the final “fan” of the tail, and used fabric with several layers of craft interfacing to make that the appropriate texture and stiffness.  

Like with the whale tail, I gave the lobster tail a craft wire “endoskeleton” that coudl be bent into an optimal curled shape if desired.  I didn’t bend either costume too much prior to the day of Halloween, because I didn’t want the wire to get too soft - but on the day of, I took the chance and went for it, and the results were awesome!  

An especially fun detail with this costume is, I was using a shiny stretch material for the red portions, as well as a matte jersey red fabric, just for visual interest - but for certain areas (the underbelly of the lobster, the underside of the tail, etc.), I had this synthetic, scaly, faux crocodile-esque peach fabric that really looked cool.  

Anyway, here’s the tail:

Oh - and the lobster tail was detachable.  I used KAM snaps and my snap press to make some sockets on the apron, and studs on the tail, so that it could be removed.  Reason?  There is NO way Dey could sit in this costume at school with the tail on :)  So I had to come up with a creative solution so that his entire school day, he wouldn’t have to be standing up like a horse!

The final stage of this costume was to make lobster claws, or “snappers,” as Dey called them.  I knew he’d be irritated if they went over his whole hand, like a mitten, so I did some strategizing and came up with a way for him to wear them on the backs of his hands, while keeping his hands free.

And presto!  I was done!  Here are some “day of” pictures.  I splurged and ordered both kids solid color t-shirts and bottoms from Primary, to be worn under the costumes:

I had an internal deadline for completion of the lobster costume as October 27, which would have given me a relaxed three days to work on my Trunk or Treat trunk and really enjoy the process.  

HA.  

Yeah, that deadline came, and it %^ing went.  Fast-forward to me scrambling to finish the lobster costume on October 28th, then 29th, amidst numerous technical difficulties, jammed bobbins, and cursing while sitting at my sewing machine.  This was my view all day, everyday, in the week prior to Halloween:

(feeling murderous)

I managed to do a little bit of detail work on my Trunk here and there during breaks from sewing, but the majority of the trunk was put together on October 30th (and the wee hours of October 31st).  The stages of preparation for my “Discover the Sea” trunk were as follows.

1.  Acquire materials.  Most of what I used for this trunk was salvaged from crap I had at home, or purchased at my local Dollar Tree.  I spent $44 at Dollar Tree, which in my book is kind of like saying I spent $600 in one shot at the grocery store :)  Its kind of a lot of money to spend at a store where everything is a dollar.

If you’re wondering - this is what $44 of goods looks like in the Dollar Tree checkout line:

A few things were bought at Walmart, and I did purchase a can of spray foam insulation from Home Depot.  The total expenses on this trunk were my most to date of any trunk I’ve designed: about $75.  Again, this is probably the last year I’ll ever do this (sniff) so I decided to go out with a bang.

2.  I had a rough vision of my trunk from the get go - I wanted a blue background, with a number of coral reefs in the foreground, and some strands of seaweed framing it all.  I wanted a number of schools of colorful fish swimming about the coral, too.  My vision of coral reefs included a brain coral, and I had a random idea about how to make one.  I was worried that in case it didn't work out, I’d need time to either brainstorm another method, or time to adjust to my vision without the brain coral - so the creation of the brain coral was one of the first things I did.

Ingredients for a brain coral:  dollar store rubber ball, tube of inexpensive silicone caulking from Walmart or Home Depot.  A box or something to hold the ball steady while you’re working.  And down the line - a can of spray paint in a coral reef-y color of your choice.

After making my brain designs on the ball, I knew it would need to cure at least 24 hours before painting - so I set to making the next most time-consuming element of the trunk: the fish.  Using some fish shape templates that I found for free on google and printed, and a stack of craft foam in different colors, a pack of adhesive google eyes and a little tub full of leftover fabric paint from some bygone project, I made about 5-6 long strands of 5-6 fish each.  I had angelfish, parrotfish, seahorse, jellyfish, and sea turtles of various sizes and color schemes.  After cutting out, painting, and allowing these items to dry, I stuck them onto lengths of invisible fishing line (ha! the irony) to be used in the trunk.

3.  Then it came time to assemble some of the coral reefs.

This started with the preparation of several cardboard boxes I’d been saving for the occasion (courtesy of Amazon Prime deliveries).  I filled each box partway with some cheap gravel from Home Depot, so that they’d be weighed down a little and not blow over in the wind...(messy work)

Then I taped the boxes shut, and on some, hot-glued dollar store floral foam on top in strategic places:

covered them with either brown packaging paper, or some gold glittery wrapping paper from the dollar store.

Then came making the coral.  Thanks to a number of awesome tutorials on Pinterest and Youtube like this one, I turned this...

Into these....

4.  I had corals, I had fish, but I feared I might need a few extra doodads to fill in blank spaces... so I employed my children’s help with a stack of dollar store coffee filters and cupcake liners, as well as more google eyes, to make some clams and oysters.  A pack of dollar store pearlescent christmas ornaments served as pearls in the clams’ mouths.  I also blew up some various shades of blue balloons to various sizes, to be used as “bubbles” in the ocean water, just in case I had dead space in the trunk tableau that needed filling.

5.  My spray foam insulation corals!  I almost forgot.  A $3 can of spray foam insulation, some bamboo skewers I had laying around the kitchen, plus some waxed paper laid on the grass, resulted in these:

 6.  I mentally prepped and kept ready the misc supplies I’d need on day-of:  sea-colored backdrops, courtesy of blue metallic disposable tablecloths; dollar store Christmas garlands to serve as seaweed.  Several long bungee cords to use as “belts” around my car’s lift gate, for securing the backdrops and fish strands in place.  And, of course, the toolbox of Trunk or Treat, which includes: scissors, masking tape, scotch tape, staplers, pins, etc.  I also borrowed a few of my kids’ ocean-relevant toys, like Vev’s stuffed animal octopus, Dey’s stuffed animal hammerhead shark, etc. to be placed in empty areas of the trunk and give it more marine life.

7.  I told myself this year I wouldn’t need to trouble myself with making a big sign for my trunk.  I have a small cute wood-framed chalkboard, and I used colored chalk to make a sign that said “Discover the Sea” with some cute cartoony art around it.  But - of course, at the last minute, I found myself making a sign garland with a pretty font and eye-popping colored craft foam, to give the whole thing a polished look.  It was my swan song after all.... again, had to go out with a bang.

Anyway.  SO.  How’d it turn out?  I think fairly well.

Boom.

I think it came out amazing.  I was really proud of it.  

Trunk or Treat is NOT a contest, there were no prizes handed out for trunks, and its all in good fun.  But for me, making this look awesome was not about impressions to other people.  I DESPERATELY needed something to look forward to, something to throw myself into, and something to make myself feel good, after a shitty few weeks.  Every time I look at these pictures, I smile.  I am really happy at how our trunk turned out, and I’m happy that when I look back on this season of my kid’s young childhood, I’ll remember one really fun and validating experience, and not only the heartbreaking challenges and losses that we faced this year.  

Another happy thing that emerged from our trunk - one of the teachers, Ms. K, who teaches for the 4-6 year old classroom, is going to be doing a huge project this spring where she decorates her entire classroom like an ocean scene.  She wants to do sort of a class skit on the story of “The Rainbow Fish,” a popular children’s book.  She really loved our trunk, and when she told me about her plan, I was SOOOO happy to tell her right away that when the time comes, I will gladly donate EVERYTHING I made for this trunk to her.  It would give me so much pleasure and satisfaction to know that the hours of labor I put into making these coral reefs will go on to be used in another setting, for the kids’ benefit.  I hope that we can make it work out!

Anyway.  So, this was it - my Trunk or Treat SWAN SONG!  I have enjoyed every year that I’ve participated in this event, and am very grateful that this year, the experience could be therapeutic and uplifting.  I’ll post a briefer entry next with a retrospective of Halloween costumes I’ve made for my kids, as well as side-by-sides of my trunks over the years.  I also look forward to sharing the crafting projects I’ve been cooking up in the weeks since Halloween - there are a few!  

Here’s to craft therapy.  Love it, love it, love it.

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Summary: Part M; They were losers until you helped them out. Then they become a little more than friends.

Genre: Angst

Warning: Swearing, mentions of suicide

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!!! I’m so thankful for all of you. I’ll explain how this series is going to work out. So this is going to follow the MADE albums that came out in 2015, and i’m gonna post the parts out in order of the songs. So this one is Loser, and the next is Bae Bae. Anyways thank you so much for 300 I’m so thankfull!

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Honestly meeting them wasn’t exactly the most well thought out situation in the world. It was actually the most unexpected. It was either fate or coincidence that made it all happen. The random coincidence that you had to fill in for a coworker, making you late. Or fate that had decided that you should live on the same apartment floor as him. He was the first out of the five that you met. It all kinda happened fast, and honestly a little uneventful compared to the others.

When you first met Kwon Ji Yong you were tired, a little grumpy and honestly you really just wanted to cuddle up in bed with a pillow and rewatch old dramas. Ji Yong seemed agitated and frustrated, but also tired and gloomy. He was annoyed by all the people that followed him to his apartment. He was annoyed with all his unanswered text and calls. Above all else, he was most annoyed at himself. She wasn’t answering him cause he was a jackass. He decided that it was best to ignore her while he had her. He couldn’t focus on her when she needed it. Now that Ji Yong needs attention from her, she’s gone. Her love for him washed away.

You first saw Kwon Ji Yong in the apartment complex’s elevator. He wore a white bomber jacket with dark designs and photos printed on the fabric. He contrasted it with a black graphic T-shirt tucked into jeans patterned by splotches of light and dark blues. To top it all off he wore a single silver chain. You gave it to him. The man knew how to dress well. Out of everything he had going on with his outfit - the “TRUTH+DARE” tattoo he had on his neck and the sunglasses that was still worn inside the building- your attention was drawn to his hair and the little tattoo on the left side of his face.

His hair was handsome. Nobody could deny that black had a handsome and old-fashioned look to it. Although the style of his hair was pretty modern. All the hair on his face was slicked back, the side of his head was buzzed. What drew your attention the most was the little tattoo of a noose hanging from his left sideburn. It was small, but noticeable against his pale skin. Although the little tattoo probably held a darker meaning behind it, you couldn’t help but find some liking towards it.

The small elevator ride was awkward. You were worn out, and although he was very attractive, you couldn’t find the energy to give a single fuck of what you looked like in front of him. You knew your hair was messy and wild, but not the sexy kind of wild or the cute kind of messy. It’s the kind of wild that you stay away from because you know that if you get near the beast, it’ll kill you just to satisfy its bloodlust. It was the kind of messy that shows that your life isn’t exactly together. You knew that your work uniform had food stains on them. Due to customers that were either clumsy or rude or the occasional time when your luck had vanished for a single moment and you slipped. Your makeup felt old and worn, and you were sure that your exhaustion translated on your face.

The ding of the elevator seemed to wake you up from your tired daze. You snapped back to reality, quickly realizing that he left you in the elevator alone. You rushed out of the elevator and down the hall. You smiled in relief as you got to your apartment door. Your bland beige apartment door turned into your own gateway into Narnia. A huge sigh of relief left your lips as you slipped off your shoes, your feet aching from being on your feet all day. You slipped off your coat and hung it up before setting your purse down on a nearby countertop. You dug out your phone, setting it out in the open in case you get any calls, which was unlikely cause all of your friends were going out. Sluggishly you made your way towards your shower. Quickly checking for a towel you slipped out of your clothes and into the hot shower.

After your shower you wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel, drying off than dressing in a loose fitting shirt and shorts. You made your way to your couch, collapsing on it and turning on the TV. You surfed the channels finding something to watch that was on, finally settling on a drama’s recent episode. Everything was calm and relaxing. The bright light of the TV shining on your face as you watched in the dark with a blanket over you. Your quiet peace was agitated as a faint crashing sound radiated into your apartment. You sat up alarmed, looking around your apartment, checking for anything that could’ve made that sound. When the sound happened again, this time with faint yelling.

You left the comfort of your couch and went towards the door. You opened it cautiously, looking down the hall. The plain hall had never seemed to fill you with this much anxiety as it did in this moment. The look of it was normal. Plain golden yellow walls, with light fixtures placed every ten feet, and the dark carpet that seemed to never stain. The sounds that echoed off the golden walls weren’t as normal. The sound of glass shattering, followed by the sound of a frustrated yell, and then lastly following it with a quiet sob that you almost missed.

You walked into the hall, not bothering to put on shoes. Your shirt moved loosely as you crept your way towards the noise. As you passed your neighbor's door, you wondered how they don’t hear the noise. It was loud enough for you to hear. Your question was answered as moaning emitted from the door. You cringed as you moved forward, wanting un-hear it. As you moved towards the next door, the sound of sounds crashing got louder, as well as the yelling. You stopped at the door. The plain brown door had the black numbers C16 on it. Two rooms away from yours. The door was slightly ajar, but you knocked just in case.

“Hello?” You asked it was dead silent. You pushed the door open a little bit, the hinges slightly squeaking. Light from the hallway flooded into the dark room. Your eyes widened at the broken lamp, glass surrounding the torn lamp shade. You looked around, your eyes stopping at the doorway that held a flickering light.

“Hello,” you say one more time. You watch your step as you walk pass the lamp shade. You focus on getting to doorway without stepping on something that could hurt you. You walk more broken lamps, as well as a few holes in the walls. As you step into the room, you see the man from the elevator. He laid on the floor, a baseball bat in his hand and a phone in front of him. All around him were broken pieces of furniture. The only two things that weren’t damaged were a chair and his TV, which was currently playing the drama you were watching.

“Are you ok-”

“Get out.” His words were blunt but quiet. You scoffed and looked down at him. Broken shards of glass and wood were scattered all over the floor. You frowned at him and crossed your arms. “No.”

“Miss, listen. I don’t know if you know who I am but-”

“I’m pretty sure I can assume, but it doesn’t matter.” You said. You’ve heard of him. Seen him once or twice in a magazine, but like you said, it doesn’t matter. He looked away from his phone and up at you.

His expression was just as emotionless as he looked you up and down. You had cleaned yourself up since your first impressions of one another, although you still didn’t love how he was seeing you. The angle he had on you and the clothes you were wearing were less than ideal.

“Now I’m gonna ask again, and this time, please answer. Are you okay?” Ji Yong looked at your expression, concern etched into your eyes. He shrugged and looked back at the phone. You sighed and looked at the chair. You can’t just leave him here like this. You sunk down to the floor, crossing your legs together.

“Okay then. What happened?” You asked. He stared at the phone. His heart tugged a little. He was an idiot. That’s what happened. He sighed once more, before turning his head to you.

“I messed up.” You look at him curiously, confused on what he did was so bad to cause all of this damage. “I’ve been messing up. I broke her heart and now she won’t take me back.”

You stare at him, and he looks back at the phone. The black screen seeming to haunt him with his own reflection. You nod your head slightly, starting to understand the situation. You stare off at the TV, trying to think of a solution. As you stare intently at the drama, you see the two main leads kiss. The guy pulling her in close and kissing her as a confession of his feelings. As this pulls your attention, you come up with a solution.

“I was just watching this drama at my place.” Ji Yong stared at you questioningly. He turned his head towards the TV. A quiet sniffle could be heard, and you look at Ji Yong his attention drawn to the couple. “It’s about time too. I’ve been waiting for a good whole season for this.”

“Yeah, she looked bad with the other guy anyways.” A smile crept it’s way onto your face as you heard his reasoning. You nod your head.

“My friend will be upset. She doesn’t like them together.”

“Why are we talking about this?” He was sitting up. Ji Yong was confused and you could see it on his face. He turned to you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, I’m not cupid and I can’t fix your relationship. I can distract you though. You know, help you get back on your feet from your break up.” He looked at you. You couldn’t read his emotions, but you knew that you were making so progress. At least you hoped you were. Ji Yong nodded his head, still staring at you.

“Let’s finish watching at my place. You know a place without broken glass on the floor.” He nodded his head again. He watched as you got up from the floor, brushing off any dirt off your oversized shirt. You looked pretty good, especially compared from your elevator look.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/N)” you said. You extended your hand down for Ji Yong. He looked at it then back at you. He grabbed it and got up. As he stood you realized how tall he was. Your head ended up at the same height as his shoulder. You looked up at him and he looked down at you.

“You know who I am?”

“G Dragon, right? Although I don’t really get involved with pop culture.”

“That’s okay, honestly, I’m glad you don’t. Call me Ji Yong.”

~~~

   Next was the youngest. This one also had some issues with violence, but he was more direct than Ji Yong was. Once again you had decided to take another shift at your job as a waitress. Your boss didn’t seem to care, although nobody seemed to care about anybody at your job. It had been roughly a week after the incident involving Ji Yong when you met Seungri.

You were cleaning empty tables when you saw him through the window. Many things about him caught your attention. The platinum blonde hair, the all black clothing, the long pants and leather jacket in almost 90 degrees (30 in Celsius) weather. What mostly caught your attention was the death glare that he was giving. It was direct at this couple, who seemed more than happy with each other’s tongues down their throats.

At first, you didn’t want to get involved, having to deal with one emotional mess was enough for you. You continued to clean tables, just waiting for the end of your shift. You heard a frustrated groan on your last table. Alarmed you looked you, and immediately your eyes went to the blonde outside. His phone was in his hands, and he was glaring even harder at the girl with her man. You noticed how her hand lingered at her phone in her back pocket. Your eyes were wide as you watch the man as he got up and went to the girl.

You saw as the girl frowned when she saw him. You looked away before things got even more heated. You were just gonna finish your work, get paid, go home. That is all you were going to do. Until you heard something.

All the other workers heard it too. You could see the way their heads poked up from the things they were doing. Most of them had a confused expression, others had a poker face. You looked back out the window, noticing both the man and the girl missing from the scenery. A shout echoed through the building and you looked around. You moved towards the back entrance, hearing the sound of yelling getting louder. As you got closer the yelling became audible words that you could make out.

“It is not my fault that you can’t get your shit together.”

“I’m trying. I’ve been changing for you.”

“Really? Have you? Lee Seunghyun I doubt that you have been sober at least once this past week.”

“I’m sober right now!”

You felt awkward real fast as you got closer. You weren’t anywhere close to the door yet, but they were so loud.

“Seungri, I’m done with you. Okay? I moved on, accept it.” And with that, the shouting stopped. After a few seconds of silence, a frustrated yell was let out. You opened the door outside to see the man. The sun shined down on you, already making you hot. You watches as the man, the man who you guessed was Seungri, kick the black SUV next to him. Your eyes widened as he kicked again, causing the side mirror to snap off.

“Hey!” You say, catching his attention. He looks to you, anger clear on his face. Your eyebrows furrowed as concern started to fill you up. “Are you okay?”

“Everything is fucking peachy.” He gestured to the car. A frustrated groan left his lips, and he raked a hand through his hair. You watched, thinking through what you should do.

“Why are you even here?”

“Hate to break it to you, but you’re pretty loud when you’re upset.” He looked at you, obviously irritated. You sighed and tried once more. “I’m here because I wanna make sure you're okay.”

“Like I said cupcake, everything is peachy.” His words were harsh, but that didn’t stop you. You went to the BMW, looking at the license plate. You knew who’s car it was. Dave’s car. He’s a grade ass asshole and you couldn’t care less about the car anymore, but you still worried for him.

“Well, I’m just worried because not everybody can kick a car twice and still be ‘peachy’.” He looks at you then back at the ground. He leans against the car, holding his phone tightly in his hand.

“You don’t need to be worried about me. You don’t know me.” He had a point, you gave it to him. Ji Yong wasn’t like this at all; he just pouty and in denial. You stared at him, still wondering how the fuck he's wearing a jacket like that in this weather.

“True,” you said. He looked at you, just watching as you inch closer. “I don’t know you, but I know that it is hot as fuck and you’re wearing a leather jacket. I can’t do anything to help with you lady problems, but I can give you air conditioning and food.”

He looks at you, a little surprised. He looked at the door then at you. You looked at him expectantly. He couldn’t see a problem with getting, possibly free food and a place to cool down. He leaned off of the car and nodded his head.

“Okay I’ll go with you, but what’s your name? Or I could just call you cupcake.”

“My name is (Y/N). And I’m gonna guess that your name is Seungri.”

“Good guess, now take me to the free food.”

~~~

You spent about a good few days with Seungri. He seemed to be the fastest to pick up his problems, something you admired about him. After the youngest came the oldest, Choi Seunghyun. His problem was something you never expected to get in the middle of. Although you didn’t really expect meeting any of the boys.

You were working again, although it wasn’t your second shift. Once again it had been a coincidence that leads to you working the night shift, but it was fate that you had taken out the trash when you did. You had noticed the trash almost overflowing, so being the good person you are you took it out. The bag smelled horrible, and honestly, you just did it cause you didn’t want to get yelled at.

As you opened the door fresh air filled your nose. It was nice to get out of the restaurant. As you opened the trash bin you heard a sob. You looked around, not really noticing anything different of the alleyway. Seungri’s mess of his tantrum was long gone, the broken mirror picked up by Dave. After you threw the trash into the bin though, you heard it again. This time you took your time, looking for the source of it. That’s when you noticed a silhouette in the middle of the alley.

“Hello?” You called out. You crept closer to him, being careful just in case he was a murderer. As you got closer you noticed he was crouching, and wearing pjs. What freaked you out was that he was covered in blood. Your eyes widened. His sobs continued, his back shaking each time he let out a noise. Your heart broke, and you decided to step closer.

“Excuse me, sir.” He looked up at you, tears streaming down his face. His eyes were bloodshot. You noticed the blood covering his hands and parts of his face. Your eyes were full of concern stepping closer.

“Is everything alright? Are you hurt?” You asked cautiously. You looked at him, searching for a wound of some sort. He shook his head, sobs leaving his mouth again. His face contorted.

“No, no, no, no. Everything isn’t okay.” He said. He was broken, you could see it. Hell anyone could see it. You frowned. You didn’t see a cut or anything on him, but you wanted to make sure he was okay. At least physically okay.

“What happened?” He seemed lost at your question. He stared at the restaurant's wall, thinking about what happened.

“I did- I did something horrible. Something I shouldn’t have done. Something nobody should do.” Your eyebrows furrow at his vague description of the event that leads him to this state. As tears continued to stream down his face, you frowned out of concern.

“You did kill someone?” You asked. He shook his head but scoffed. You looked up at the moon. The sun had been long gone, leaving the sky dark with little stars acting as freckles on the dark sky. Honestly, you wished for this to be happening in the morning, a time of day where it wasn’t as scary out. You had to woman up though. If he wasn’t going to pick himself up then you could at least help.

“Are you hurt?” You asked, concern filling your eyes.

“You already asked that.”

“You didn’t answer.” He looked up at you. Your eyes were caring, yet stern. He looked just as broken as he was. He shook his head. Your eyebrows furrowed, putting one and one together. You looked at the blood staining his striped pajamas and bathrobe. “So the blood-”

“No, it’s not my blood.” His words seemed to echo in your head. You wanted to ask more, but you knew that you shouldn’t. It probably wasn’t the best thing to do in this situation. His eyes searched your face, watching the changes in emotion before it settled into a caring soft smile.

“That’s okay. You might wanna come inside though. It’s dark out, and if we stay any longer something bad might happen.” You started to say. He stared up at you, watching you like a little kid. His eyes were soft and innocent, and it hurt knowing he went through some kind of hell. “I think I can find you some spare clothes for you to change into. So we can clean you up. I can get you hot chocolate too.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding his head as well. He got up slowly, becoming his full height. You craned your neck to look up at him, and he craned his neck to look down at you. You grabbed his hand and lead him towards the back door.

“What’s your name?” He asked. His voice was deep, and for some reason, you never noticed just how deep until now.

“(Y/N). What’s yours?”

“Seunghyun. If you don’t mind me asking, but who’s clothes are you giving to me. I highly doubt that your clothes will fit me.”

“A coworker of mine has extra clothes. His name’s Dave. It’s nice to met you Seunghyun.”

~~~

Two weeks later you met Kang Daesung. Honestly, he seemed to make your heart ache the most. He wasn’t the most violent compared to the three other boys, which you liked. That didn’t mean that his heartbreak was easier than the others. Once again, coincidence leads you to this moment, and fate made it happen.

You stepped out of the gas station, a bag of sweets and sodas in your hand. You looked to your parked car at the far end of the parking lot. Your face contorted in confusion as you noticed something blocking your way to your car. Shouting could be heard, as well as a few screams. Your eyes widened as you realized what was going on.

“Hey!” You yelled. Five heads looked in your direction. They were all surrounding someone who was currently on the ground. “What do you think you're doing?”

“Leave lady. This isn’t your fight.”

“Why the hell do you think is a good reason to fight?” You asked, crossing your arms. You bravely walked closer to the boys. The one was still on the ground, shielding himself for protection.

“He kissed my girl.”

“And I’m sure she liked it more. Now leave, before I call the cops.” They boys look at each other, before leaving. As one of them passes the boy on the ground he spits. You glare at him, but don’t start anything. When they’re gone you rush towards the person on the ground. He had light brown hair, and bangs that covered his eyes.

“Are you okay? Where are you hurt?” You ask, bending down to check if there are any fatal injuries.

“They have my scarf.” He said. Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked around. Those boys were long gone now and if they had it there was a very small chance of getting it back. Squinting your eyes you make out something close to one of the cars. A bright white thing laid motionless on the ground.

“Is it white?” You asked. He nodded his head and you got up. You look down at him and extend your hand. “Come on. We’ll get it and then we can head to the car so I can clean you up.”

“Why are you helping me?” He asked, standing up. He winced as you pulled him up and your face contorted in concern. You walk him down to where you saw his scarf and then to your car.

“Well nobody else seemed too.” You said. He watched as you opened up your trunk. Light filled the car as the tiny lights on the ceiling lit up. You pulled out a first aid kit, opened it up and started pulling out rubbing alcohol.

“Do you just have this stuff on daily bases?”

“Do you always ask this many questions?” His cheeks started to get red and you laughed lightly. “Honestly I don’t, but the the number of times I’ve had to clean someone up and help them in the past month is surprising.”

“So you do this often?” He asks. You take out a cotton ball and put rubbing alcohol on it. Lightly you dab the cotton onto a cut on his forehead. He winced and you gave him an apologetic look.

“Often no, but recently people just seem to get hurt.” Once the side cotton started to turn red you took away the cotton and replaced it with a band aid. You brush his bangs back to where they were and you couldn’t even see the band aid. You gave him a satisfied smile and put away the first aid kit.

“Thank you.” He was looking down at the scarf. It was a nice scarf. It was white with red and green embroidery on it. It was pretty, even though it was dirty from hitting the ground one too many times.

“No problem,” you replied. You looked at him for a moment. Thinking through a decision you weren’t exactly sure of. “Do you wanna go for a ride?”

“What?” He asked, a little surprised. Honestly, you were too.

“Well, you seem like you need a distraction. Plus it’s a nice night out.” He stared at you. He looked down at his scarf thinking it through. He nodded his head and you smiled.

“Sure. I’m Daesung.”

“I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

~~~

The last person you met was Dong Yongbae. Honestly, you are so happy you meet him when you did. Although the situation wasn’t exactly ideal, you were still happy to meet him when you did. Before anything got worse for him at least.

You were walking home, the sun shining down and a light breeze blowing through. It was nice. It was one of the cooler days this month. You enjoyed it, that is until you saw something unusual. There was a shadow of someone on the shadow of the roof of one the buildings. You look up and the shadow was right. Someone stood right on the edge of the building. Your eyes widened as you jumped to conclusions.

“Hi! Umm, what are you doing?” You shout to see if he can hear you. He looks down at you. You put a hand over your eyes to block out the sun, which was horribly blinding you.

“You don’t have to yell. Also, I think it’s pretty obvious on what I’m doing.” His words were blunt. You frowned and tilted your head.

“Why are you gonna jump then?” You ask. He was holding something in his hands, you couldn’t see what it was though. He looked at it, before twirling it in his hands. He looked at you and held it up, before dropping it to the ground. As it hit the ground a piece broke off of it. You went to go get it, retrieving it like a dog playing fetch. As you picked it up from off the ground you noticed that it was a cross with writing on it. You put the arm that broke off back on, reading the writing. ‘SIN WILL FIND YOU’.

“What happened to you to make you think like this?” You asked. When you looked up you saw a pair of legs dangling from the roof. He was sitting on the edge, relaxing up there.

“What makes you think something happened?” You scoffed.

“So you just want to commit suicide just for fun? Funny.” You said, sarcasm dripping from your last word.

“Something happened, okay? But why do you need to know about it?”

“I don’t need to know. I’d feel better if I didn’t have to witness someone dying over something that could be fixed.” You said. Your words were stuck in his head, although they weren’t exactly the most meaningful words you’ve ever said.

“Okay then, give me one good reason not to, and I won’t.” He said. He still sat on the edge. You thought about it, but then you finally said something.

“Well, you’re gonna die at some point and time anyways. Why not live first cause you’ll always have a chance to die anyways. Plus you’ll find a way to get out of whatever you’re in.” It was silent after your little spiel. He was obviously thinking about it. After a little while, you see his legs leave the edge.

“What’s your name?” You smile as you hear his question. Knowing that you’ve gotten your way.

“(Y/N). And you?”

“Youngbae. Hey, you wouldn’t mind if I come down and we go somewhere. Would you?”

“No, I would not.”

~~~

It has been roughly a week since you met Youngbae. It still bothered you a little. You met five guys within one month. all of which seem to have some sort of girl problem that leads them to do harmful things. Honestly, you were so worn out from the past week that you’ve decided not to care anymore.

You were currently working at the restaurant when you saw Ji Yong. The thing was if he wasn’t doing what he was doing you would’ve kept working. Money is something you might not love, but you need it for food, which you love. Ji Yong was currently laying down in the middle of an intersection wearing a fur coat in 90-degree weather. A car was right in front of him honking it’s horn, grabbing people's attention. You ran out of the restaurant and towards Ji Yong, having to push past people who were watching.

“Ji Yong, what are you doing?” You half yelled. He looked up at you. He has broken again, and you could see how bad it was. Your face softened but you were still upset.

“I’ve messed up.”

“Don’t we all.” You muttered. You look at him and extend a hand, waiting for him to take it. You look at him expectantly, the look at your hand. He grabs it and you help him up. You give an apologetic smile to the driver and push Ji Yong towards the restaurant, not letting his hand go.

“What were you doing? You could’ve gotten hurt.” You started to scold as you entered the restaurant. He looked at you, sitting down in one of the seats. “Are you okay Ji? What happened?”

“I’m a loser, a loner, a jackass covered in scars.” His vague answer made you smile. He’s always like this, and it was just as poetic as it was unnecessary. You sighed, a smile on your face.

“Well, Ji Yong, scars fade with time. Also, you’re not a loner if you’re alone, and I’m pretty sure I’m here for you. So there, two out of three problems solved.” You say. He stares at you, his expression was emotionless. He was studying your face, checking to make sure you were serious. After a little while, you see a soft smile forming on his face, causing one to land on yours.

“I guess you’re right. You are there for me.” You smile as the words left his lips.

“See, you’re not that much of a loser.”

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wedding bell blues - tolbert

basically just an extended headcanon about how i think tolbert would plan a wedding based off a convo i had with @amtrak12 and @thegirlsinthefirehouse <3 for @actualsunshinepattytolan‘s patty appreciation week :D 

also on ao3

Patty’s life has always been a little bit crazy, but after Erin proposes things just get out of control.

Not that she’s unhappy to be engaged to Erin, or that she didn’t cry like a baby when her girlfriend got down on one knee. She’s wanted to be married since she knew what marriage was, and she’s wanted to marry Erin forever. Marrying Erin definitely isn’t the problem.

It’s the goddamn wedding. That’s the problem.

First, neither of them are exactly casual people, so they always have a million commitments going at a time. The fact that they even found the time to get engaged boggles Patty’s mind. She doesn’t even know how they’ve had time to like, be a couple for the past few years. So planning a wedding? Oh, boy.

It takes a long time.

They try and schedule a time to talk about it, but it never works. They always have a bust, or a family emergency, or a friend emergency, or a Kevin emergency. There’s always something.

So, they plan as they go. One day they have a bust in Chelsea, which just happens to be next door to a stationary store. When they finish the bust, Erin and Patty pop in for thirty minutes and decide on their invitations. They promise the shopkeeper they’ll email her the guest list by the end of the week, and then spend the rest of the week scribbling names on napkins or any spare piece of paper they can find. Their final guest list is a mess. There are repeat names, and names they forgot putting on, names they remember last minute. Finally, they are able to send the shopkeeper an email with a nice, alphabetically organized list of 250 of their closest family and friends. They also decide on the date randomly. Patty wants a June wedding, and Erin thinks the number seventeen is lucky, so the seventeenth of June it is.

The next thing they have to do is find a venue that will be available on the seventeenth of June. Patty really wants to get married in a church, for historical reasons, and Erin agrees, for traditional reasons. They’re called to St. Patrick’s Cathedral for a bust, and Patty instantly falls in love. While there, she asks the priest about booking a wedding, and he tells her that she’s in luck – June seventeenth is wide open.

(“It’s smart you’re getting married on a Tuesday. Not many people get married on Tuesday.”

“Oh. It’s a Tuesday?”)

When he tells her about the cathedral’s policy of pre-nuptial education courses, Patty hesitates. She wants this, but they’re so damn busy. She can hear Holtz honking the car out in front of the church, waiting for her so they can head to the next bust. She explains how busy they are, how they’re the Ghostbusters. He looks torn, but then tells her that he supposes he can make an exception for the girls who made the organ stop playing Smashmouth’s “All Star” in the middle of every service. She hugs him and thanks him and hurries out the door, promising to call him closer to the wedding with the details.

Of course, when she tells Erin the good news, Erin has concerns. She understands the importance of history for Patty, and she doesn’t mind getting married in a cathedral since it’s still a church, but this cathedral in particular she’s a bit worried about.

“I got slimed there, Patty. A Smashmouth loving ghost slimed me at that cathedral.”

“Honey, no other cathedral is gonna let us marry there without the pre-marriage course thing. They’re making an exception for us! Plus, the date was available because apparently people don’t get married on Tuesday’s!”

“We’re getting married on a Tuesday? You know what, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to spend my wedding day worried about being slimed. So, unless you can find a way to make sure that doesn’t happen-”

“Done. I’ll do it. Oh, I love you!”

She gives in, though, when Holtz agrees to start working on a special way to slime-proof their dresses. Erin argues that they don’t have dresses yet, but Holtz says it doesn’t matter. She’ll practice on similar material, and have a solution ready by the time they do have dresses.

(She spends months trying to perfect a special serum to repel slime. Nothing works. She combines every chemical she knows, she invents new chemicals. Nothing ever works. After three months, and with the wedding drawing closer, in a fit of insanity she googles “keep water off clothes”. She finds a video of someone rubbing a tea candle over some shoes and then blow-drying it. She tries it on her lace sample, hits it with her manufactured slime. It repels. He tries it with an old dress her aunt once gave her. It makes the fabric a little stiff, but it’s not impossible to move in, and more importantly, the slime repels.

Patty walks into the firehouse one day to see Holtz standing in the far corner of her lab, resting her head against the wall.

“You okay there, baby?”

“It was so simple.”

“Okay, then.”

She stays there all day. Before Kevin goes home, he makes her a hat out of newspaper. “I used to have to do this all the time in school,” he tells her, patting her on the back. He then tells Patty. “You should let Holtz out of her time-out soon. She hasn’t made anything explode in four days. See, I made her a hat.”

Patty tells Holtz she doesn’t have to stay in time-out anymore, which just makes Holtz groan loudly. Patty decides to just leave her be.)

They luck into the flowers just like they lucked into the stationary. They have a bust in a cute little suburban New Jersey neighbourhood, and the owner of the house turns out to be a florist. She shows them a few samples she has around the house, and they agree to let her do it. They give her full artistic licence, with the one exception of no orange. Patty doesn’t care that much, but it’s important to Erin, so she concedes. No orange flowers at their wedding. She thinks it has something to do with Erin’s bad dye job a few years back, but she doesn’t say anything.

The wedding party is easy, too. Erin tells Patty she wants Abby, and Patty says she wants Holtz, and they agree that they don’t need anybody else to stand up with them. Patty knows some of her friends from college and her MTA days are going to be disappointed, but screw them. They aren’t slime-proofing her wedding dress, now are they?

Abby and Holtz agree, of course. Holtz claims she’s going to throw Patty a wild bachelorette party, which Patty highly doubts. Abby promises Erin a simple evening in.

(In the end, Holtz and Patty spend the evening in Holtz’s basement apartment watching romantic comedies she would have never guessed Holtzmann owned. They get buzzed on red wine and eat too much pizza.

Meanwhile, Abby orders an Isaac Newton impersonator that ends up being a stripper. They both get drunk on some leftover vodka Abby has from the last time they all went out (about two years ago), and then decide to go to a club, where someone gives Erin a penis headband. Holtz and Patty find them passed out on some couches in the firehouse, and Kevin wearing the penis headband, which he claims Erin gave him as a present.)

The only other hiccup they have on their way to the altar is Kevin’s insistence on being both flower girl and ring bearer. Apparently he always wanted to be both, but never got the chance since all of his cousins were cuter. The problem is, Patty has already asked her brother’s kids to play the parts. Erin really wants to let Kevin do it, though, and Erin hasn’t made a lot of requests throughout this whole process, so Patty figures out a way.

She tells Kevin he is Captain Flower Girl/Ring Bearer. He will hold one ring in one hand, and a basket of flowers in the other. Her niece and nephew will be with him, but he will be in charge. He seems very pleased with this compromise, and promises to be the best Captain Flower Girl/Ring Bearer they’ve ever seen.

(A week before the wedding Kevin takes a flower crown making class. He insists that he and his co-flower girl should wear flower crowns, and decides to make some for them. Then, he decides he doesn’t want his co-ring bearer to feel left out, so he makes one for him, too. Then, he doesn’t want Patty and Erin to feel left out, so he makes ones for them, too. Then he doesn’t want Abby and Holtz to feel left out, so he makes flower crowns for them, too.

The day of the wedding they meet at the firehouse to get ready and Kevin shows them the flower crowns he’s spent all night making. He places his own on his head, and Patty can see Erin melting.

“Good thing we didn’t buy veils, huh honey?” she says as she places the flower crown on her future wife’s head. Erin looks like a fairy princess with it, and later, at the quiet family-and-wedding-party-only reception they hold, she thanks Kevin for putting in the work. He tells her he just didn’t want anybody to feel left out, and she thanks him again.)

Everything else falls into place rather easily. Turns out Jennifer Lynch plays the piano, so they ask her to play the wedding march. Agent’s Hawkins and Rourke are both ordained, and both desperately want to conduct the ceremony. They can’t decide who gets to do it, so they tell them to just do it together. It turns out that Kevin’s mother is actually a very successful chef at a high class restaurant, so they decide to hold the reception there. And Mayor Bradley knows a bunch of the top designer’s in Manhattan, and all of them are more than willing to design dresses for the women who saved New York City.

By the time they’re finally getting zipped into their dresses, it feels like years have passed since Erin proposed, even though it’s only been about eight months. The dresses are a little stiff, and the flower crown’s have a strong scent, but Patty doesn’t care.

Everything is perfect. It’s the wedding she always dreamed of. Erin is the woman she always dreamed of.

All of the chaos was worth it.

(That is, of course, until they walk out of the church and get bombarded with a wall of bubbles. Apparently they never explicitly forbade Holtz from bringing her bubble machine, which means they may as well have asked her to. Erin gets a bit frustrated at first, but then she can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Patty laughs at Erin’s infectious laughter, then pulls Erin in for a sticky, soapy, laughter-infused kiss.

And of course later, when they get their pictures back from the photographer, they realize the best one is one where they’re surrounded by bubbles, kissing and smiling into each other’s mouths. That one, they decide right then and there, is their favourite.)

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