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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years

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OMG HAPPY 2OO LUV!! ILYSM, AND YOU DEFINITELY DESERVE MORE!! AS EXPECTED I'M HERE FOR THE MATCHUP EVENT AND I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE KSDJFHSDF

1 | name : amie 2 | pronouns : s/her 3 | preferred gender : doesn't really matter 4 | self-description :

— it's ya clown sho <3 anyway, i'm an ambivert but more inclined towards the introvert side. my MBTI is INFJ and i'm a Gemini. i'd describe myself as someone who's very observant? yea, i guess. i'm awkward and you know it. My favorite color is blue, specifically sapphire, but i love all pastel colors. My fav show is Chicago Medical and all the psychological and crime thrillers out there are my favorite ( silent patient is my #1 though ) I love painting, playing piano and basketball!

— what i look in a partner you ask, uh, someone who can tolerate my silence. there are times when i go quiet for a whole day, i'll barely speak, no interaction nothing. i want someone who'd not exactly 'deal with it' but 'understand it.' also, i want someone who i can talk to without any hesitation. i have a hard time opening up so i don't do it but when i do, i spill almost everything. i might cry, might have anxiety attack, i might even shout. i know it's not very healthy but i want someone who can help me with those. plus someone who i can read with please <3 cheating and not having any respect for personal space would be the major deal breaker for me

5 | gen. aesthetic : my fashion sense starts from sweats and ends in sweats. i'm a big fan of those oversized hoodies and shirts, like something really comfy. however, i do have a collection of formal wears like blazers and dress.

6 | color/s to describe myself : red, actually. if not read then blue. it switchers but red 90% of the times.

7 | fav song/s : literally everything by Chase Atlantic and The Neighborhood. However, my absolute favorites are some of the famous classical pieces like Experience by Ludovico Einaudi and Chopin's Ballade No. 1 Op 23.

8 | fav genre of music : classical music ( Beethoven, Einaudi and Chopin own my heart )

Lol this is very lengthy I'm sorry, btw congrats again!

I looked into MBTI, I looked into zodiacs, I went off of what you said

Here he is, the man, Seijoh’s do-it-all guy

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO ur new boyfriend

There is not enough content for him, anyway

How You Met

Bear with me here

Think about this

Artist!hanamaki

You love painting? Art club.

Idk if youre actually in any art club but shhh

Anyway, it was probably some sort of community thing full of tons of different age artists (bc you’d have basketball or something after school and he had volleyball)

So like once a week on thursday afternoons everyone gets together and does all sorts of artsy stuff

Everyone listens to lo fi music (or you can bring headphones) and chit chat and just paint for a couple hours

Its in the back section of a library (bc the library near me does stuff like this its awesome) so if you want you can go read a book while you wait for things to dry

One day the person that ran it suggested you talked to the new guy

He was about your age, it was his first day, they didn't know what all he was good at, and tbh they thought you two would look cute together

Just the vibes yk

So you set up your canvas and stuff next to him and introduced yourself

And you guys just vibe to the playlist

He’s REALLY good

Compliments you a lot too

Which is fun because he’s cute so it makes you a little flustered

You find out you guys go to the same school and he’s on the VB team

And says he has a (practice) game that weekend and asks you to come if you can

Which you do

And they win! So its fun!

Matsukawa basically asks you out for him though

He’s heard all about you already

“You don't get it issei! She’s so pretty!! God, she touched my hand and I thought I was gonna die!!!!!” “the enthusiasm is new for you” “shut up asshole” (conversation from the night before)

So he walks up to you after the game and is like “Hey so,,, we’re going out to get some lunch, you wanna come?”

Makki thinks HES flirting with you and is pissed off about it

Until you all sit down for lunch and oh, the only open spot for him is next to you (since when is matsukawa willing to sit between iwaizumi and oikawa??)

He asked you out after art club that week (Mattsun threatened not to give him any more monster for the rest of the month if he didn't get the guts to do it)

General Headcanons

You date hanamaki, you're also dating matsukawa

There’s no separating them (good thing ur MBTIs work together too, especially for strong friendships)

This was literally my first thought

Good luck with both these trolls

More on that later

Of course he’s going to be worried if you go radio silent for a while, but he'll understand

There are some days he’s not gonna wanna talk either

He’s really supportive on your bad days of course

Expect a random text in the middle of the evening from him

“Hiya sweetheart, just wanted to remind you that you’re beautiful, I love you, and I hope your day is going well.”

When he’s having a bad day, the same thing is all he needs from you to keep moving

He’s a really honest person. If you want to talk to him, be prepared not to get any sugar coating. If you tell him to shut up because you don’t want advice, he will. But if you expect advice from him, expect brutally honest advice. Subtlety is not his strong suit, so when it comes to advice, he’s going to tell it like it is. He's just trying to help, yknow?

However, he’s pretty good with people, so will know how to comfort you when something is bothering you. Tea and cuddles? Gotcha. Dancing at 11pm because neither of you want to sleep yet? On it. You want him to hold you? Perfect.

He’s not like...the most touchy person? There are some things he’s really indifferent on, and other things he’s stubborn as hell with. Whatever you wanna do, though

His weakness though

⚠��this part is slightly little bit suggestive⚠️

He will randomly walk up to you and pull you against him, give you a really deep kiss, smirk and walk away like nothing happened

Like hands in hair probably almost making out and then just

Walk away

Because that’s how he kisses and it’s breathtaking every time

It’s either little temple kisses or forehead or cheek pecks or something

Or that

And probably leaves you flustered and it’s funny (to him) (and to me if I was there with you) (bc that would be funny)

Hmm I’m thinking

I’m thinking hair dye dates

He needs help doing his hair from time to time Y’know (he doesn’t he just likes spending time with you) and he wants to make it pink again

So he teaches you how to do his hair and even offers to dye yours one day

Either just a strand or the ends or everything, up to you

Imagine having twinning hair dye with makki isn’t that cute

I think it’s cute

I said ur platonically dating mattsun right

Yes you are now

He absolutely adores you and loves how much makki loves you

Probably would have asked you out if makki didn’t but he was really pushing for makki to because he was just all over you in the beginning

He wasn’t overly attached to you romantically so being friends? Perfect. Sounds great

You two get along wonderfully though like you act like siblings once you warm up to each other

Again, very brutally honest person, but a little more awkward so doesn’t know what he’s saying might come off as he’s acting like a dick

He doesn’t try to though and he does really care about you

Flat out told makki if he breaks up with you and breaks your heart he’s gonna kick his ass (makki doesn’t know he had the same (less aggressive) conversation with you)

Tbh all of the VBC at seijoh loves you

Oikawa loves talking to you he thinks you’re great for makki

Gets you in on he and makki and mattsun’s antics

Iwa thinks you’re good too he just doesn’t know you as well

I think that kunimi would like you (he was almost a runner up--)

Kindaichi too

The first years just think you’re cool even if they won’t say it out loud

Seijoh VBC loves you

You got mattsun’s approval

And hanamaki loves you with literally everything in his life

You’re pretty set with your strawberry baby huh

Date Night!

SLEEPOVERS

I was waiting for some matchup to come along that gave me sleepover vibes

In a perfect world where you could do sleepovers with your bf because most parents would,,,not let that happen

Imagine…

He shows up at like 7:00 after practice, pizza in hand because he picked up dinner

You two eat, chat about your day, he probably scarfs down half the pie bc it’s after practice ofc he’s hungry

So when you guys are done eating you head up to your room

And make pillow fort

It’s mandatory

Different design every time, but there’s a pillow fort nonetheless

And then when there’s just enough room for the both of you to climb in

You get a blanket and a couple pillows and one of your phones or laptops or whatever and watch a movie and cuddle

When the movie is over you guys break out the face masks

You ever wonder why he has such great skin? It’s thanks to you (or if you don’t have masks, he picks them up on the way home from practice)

But anyway you guys talk shit about people for a while and sit with the masks on (it’s usually him talking about how Oikawa is a bitch as much as he loves him) (or about whatever he and Mattsun were talking about lately)

You both get chances to vent while the masks sit on your face and you just vibe with music (usually that you pick) (he listens to like,,,meme songs and like CORPSE yk)

After masks you guys make/get some snacks and munch on those during another movie but this time you’re in comfy jammies and more relaxed Y’know

Less paying attention to the movie you’ve seen a million times and just vibing in each other’s presence and it’s just really sweet

Fall asleep on his chest

Let him fall asleep on yours

Either way, you’ve got him whipped for you he loves you

Not that he doesn’t already but that’s his favorite thing ever so please just let him do that

Always makes sure to tell you he loves you before you sleep too

If you fall asleep first he takes embarrassing pictures of you with your hair being a mess & you best bet he sends them to mattsun because “she’s so cute omfg” “dude” “dude what” “you’re so fuckin stupid” “?” “Whatever—good luck being whipped just tell me when you need to get a ring, k” “you’re such a jackass” “yeah yeah Gnight”

Zodiac/MBTI

Okay so I’m not doing a big long paragraph for all this BUT from what I understand, Gemini/Aquarius are really compatible, and ENTP and INFJ are known as “perfect matches” sO (I had a really hard time deciding between Atsumu and Makki because they're both ENTP)

Psst Gemini + Leo is compatible and so is INTP + INFJ,,,, so, again, asking you to marry me sho 💍💍

Aesthetic/Vibes

Playlist

Prelude and Fugue No. 1 in C major, BWV 846

Linus and Lucy by Vince Guaraldi Trio (meme song)

Sky Full Of Stars by The Piano Guys

Someone To You by The Piano Guys

Shut Up And Dance - Simply Three

Runners Up

Miya Atsumu, Tsukishima Kei

#sho — 💍#//ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴜᴘꜱ

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 3 years

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hiya! do you have any quentin/elliot fic recs for people whose only exposure to the magicians so far has been through tumblr? i'm still on the fence about watching the show but their dynamic is my JAM! thank you!!

ok so disclaimer that i am very poorly read in this fandom bc (1) i am a slow fic reader generally especially (2) during pandemic times and especially ESPECIALLY (3) when i am using a lot of brainpower on writing fic, like, i have not read much in general and nothing at all now since idk like november? maybe longer it’s been a WHILE. also i have deeply idiosyncratic taste and highly specific personal dealbreakers that are not always to do with, like, “quality” lmao. so probably others would be better able to answer this and are MORE THAN WELCOME TO CHIME IN ON THIS POST! that said here’s some things that come to mind from what i have read:

pretty good year, hth/ @spiders-hth-is-an-outlier - this is i think the only total AU i’ve read? and while it is extremely specifically rewarding to magicians fans i also think it totally stands on its own as simply a beautiful and aching and sweet novel about falling in love and growing up. the tags call it a romantic comedy about depression, which immediately piqued my interest; you could also say it’s a story about love and pain. it’s funny and sexy and wise and raw and radiates love from every single sentence, i wanted to live in it forever.

moving into some season 1 AUs where all you need to know about the show is really Magic School, But It Fucks, be kind by longnationalnightmare is one of the few definitive Fandom Classics out there, and that’s because it is both insanely hot and exquisitely well-characterized, a fic about sex that’s secretly, if you’re paying attention, a fic about doing things right

i feel it in my body, i know it in my mind, @ameliajessica - this is a very sweet first date story that really sparkles with chemistry & care

beautiful something, @portraitofemmy - this is a really special story to me, i think because its mission is so in keeping with the key queliot concept of The Beauty Of All Life. it’s a story about what happens when the worst thing that’s ever happened to you and the best thing that’s ever happened to you are happening at the exact same time, and it’s about deciding to be brave enough to keep your hard open when it’s scary and when it hurts.

my lonely heart calls, @hmgfanfic - so i am obseeeeeeeeessed with this fic. like. OBSESSED. i love it so much it causes me physical pain. unbelievably clever conceit + astonishingly delightful dialogue + agonizingly good character work for both eliot and quentin, like, they’re just so well understood and conveyed and loved by this fic, and just so.... them. they’re just so them!!! also it’s screamingly funny and like the most thrillingly romantic thing i’ve read in my life.

ok and now some post-s4 stuff that i feel like you can just Vibe with! my crown is called content, cartographies/ @honeybabydichotomy - this is another fic that’s like, yeah all that “happens” in it is “people have sex,” but it’s so well-characterized and chock-full of teeny little bombs of delights that it’s a really rich and vibrant story. also the sex is great and incredibly romantic, so. also recommend living room, ny, in which quentin and eliot have emotional conversations, which we all know is what true romance is

bury the iron in the backroads, @propinquitous - this is a love story that is also about hating your dad, and, therefore, the most perfect work of fiction of all time. a beautiful tale of love and trauma that also has a dialogue exchange in a sex scene that will haunt me forever until i die. also extremely recommend the us sorry animals series, which is a gorgeous set of musings on what happens when you are in love but also your brain is still a nuclear accident zone, because of the trauma

unwish, waveleafcloud - ok so this one is like probably the most canon-dependent of the ones i’ve listed.... but it’s also cleverly plotted in its own right in a way that feels like it stands on its own, and also insaaaaanely romantic, so i am putting it here anyway. actually you might also wanna read their story reconnect, which is like an 18k series retell from q’s perspective + queliot happy ending, and so therefore might like, catch you up on the most important bits as you continue your adventures

everyone everywhere should read the stories hetrez wrote for this fandom, which are all completely perfect. from a quentin/eliot perspective, yes and yes and maybe yes and get loud are two stories about sex that are also stories about finding ways to come back together after life has torn you so thoroughly apart, and are sweet and smart and sexy; get loud in particular is also hilarious. the author’s note for get loud says “It's also kind of a sex farce and kind of a serious look at the way PTSD manifests in the body? I don't know, The Magicians has broken me.” which i think about every single day because nothing else has so succinctly yet completely captured what the magicians has done to me. the dreamers is established-relationship future fic in which quentin and eliot have a fight that is SOOOO PERFECTLY ARTICULATED i’m mad someone came up with it who wasn’t me. a partial age of miracles is like plottier and broader in scope than just A Queliot Story (although it is, also, UNBELIEVABLY ROMANTIC), and another one that is more canon-dependent than others on this list, but you should read it anyway because it is the best story in the world. you’re smart you can use context clues. your reward is getting to read things like this:

Alice said, "I shouldn't be thinking like this. I should," she rolled over onto her stomach, somehow keeping the vodka bottle upright, and muttered into the comforter. "It should be this beautiful pink-tinged softcore baby deer lovemaking, like in a Swedish porno or something."

Eliot turned his head and stared at her. "Excuse me?"

She tilted her head up at what looked like an excruciating angle, and frowned at him. "Because he's dead," she said. Then her expression crumpled, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Eliot felt a jolt of sadness, and pressed against his wound until he gasped. "I should be talking about the good things. What I loved about him. Not thinking that I wish he'd been, you know. Rougher. In bed."

Eliot took a second to gather his thoughts. Then he said, "You don't need to talk about the good things."

Alice rolled onto her back again, and she gave this horrible angry laugh that he felt under his ribs. "Don't tell me you're going to complain about, I don't know, that sound he used to make right before he — every time. He made it every time."

"I loved that sound," Eliot said.

"Every time!" Alice said. "See? You're doing the good grieving widow thing and I'm over here like a bitch saying he should have been better at fucking."

And Eliot — felt like he'd been ripped open. He hadn't been expecting it, and the surprise of it hurt almost more than the grief. "I'm not a widow," he said, and tried to sit up.

"He was good at fucking!" Alice said. "Mostly. And yes you are."

ok that’s what i’ve got. further tips for a queliot-curious anon welcome in the notes!!!!!

#the magicians #askbox #fic i like

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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Quarantine Boredoom (Dick Grayson x Reader)

✾ A/N: It’s been a certain couple of months since I wrote smut/erotica, but here you go! Although, I think it’s better classified as silly porn aka Nightwing’s type? Anyway! Thanks to my friend for being my beta for this one.

✾ Request: hiya! i saw that your requests are open and then i had a mini asthma attack because i had come back from binge reading your masterlist oops,,,,that got me thinking,,,how funny would it be if reader has asthma and just has to use their puffer during sex? like could you imagine if that were to happen to dick or jason? i’d like to see that happen 👀 also your writing is absolutely amazing!!! keep up the good work!! 💕👌🏻🤠

✾ Disclaimer: fingering.

A purposefully loud huff escaped your lips when your body met Dick's couch. He looked away from the copy of Robin Hood in his hand to raise an eyebrow, but the only response he received was a dramatic sigh.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Bludhaven's protector ultimately asked, placing his book on the desk to offer his girlfriend unrestricted attention.

"I’ve never been so bored in my life," you grunted, tilting your head in one of your best dramatic performances. "Quarantine isn’t as fun as it looks in the movies."

"I'm sure zombies will appear and we’ll convert to cannibalism soon, (Y/N). Don't worry," Dick replied, humor obvious in his tone. You rolled your eyes, huffing once more. "Also, it’s only been two days. You can't be that bored, right?"

"Easy for you to talk, Nightwing. You still go out on patrol every night. Something you shouldn't do, by the way." You changed the subject of conversation, returning to a topic which you and Dick widely disagreed. Fortunately, the acrobat had an idea of how to entertain you and change the subject to something less likely to end up with him sleeping in the room he currently resided in.

"You know I can’t abandon my role, (Y/N). Especially at a time like this. I take the necessary precautions, like using my sticks instead of punching them in the face, don't worry." His patented wink was followed by the classic playful smile. Before you could rationalize the joke, he continued, "But I might have a hint of how to get you rid of your boredom..."

The suggestive tone in his speech caught your interest instantaneously. "I would love to hear your idea, Dick Grayson."

Grayson's next words evaporated upon his lips, giving space to a malicious smirk as his body leaned over yours on the couch. His mouth easily found its home; your lips, into the slow, lazy beginnings of a kiss.

When you drink for the first time, it is easy to get drunk. Then, you start drinking on more occasions and your limit increases. Two glasses are needed when, a while ago, it would take just one. The organism gets used to it and needs more to achieve the sensation of the first time. With Dick, it always felt like the first time. It didn't matter if he had kissed you two minutes or two months ago; every single touch of him reached a new layer of everything good that someone could transfer to another person, like discovering a new exciting part of yourself.

His hand cupped your cheek, drawing you closer in. The world existed outside that apartment, each minute still had sixty seconds, and Dick Grayson was willing to spend all of them making your body reach a new level of highness for him, without even needing more doses of change to do so. Your heart felt like it was tied to his touch and his only. Dick's hand slowly fell down on the side of your face. His thumb pulled down your lower lip, a farewell present in the intense softness of the gesture.

You giggled, and Richard smiled at you. The playful fingers began their private journey in search of paradise itself on earth. More murmurous kisses were offered as bargain and readily accepted by you. It was a small distraction from the new heights your body was reaching.

Fingers from your chin to jaw, his tongue found yours and caressed it as if he were trained for it. Kissing him was like a dance, it always had been. Grayson's hand stopped on your neck for a moment, but there was no trace of pressure there. Dick just kept dancing, holding on; you wanted to wrap your legs around him, offer some comfort to your wet pussy, even if it was just pressing it against his erection, which was now hard against your leg, to make his self-control more difficult. Yet, you knew better than that. He would have already pulled your legs if that was the plan. His fingerprints on your chest indicated the antics the hero wanted to use.

Dick placed his lips on your neck, lavishing attention upon that spot as much as he wanted. You closed your eyes, unable to decide what you liked most: the bites and gentle suction on your neck or the tender fingers that were already on your stomach. Your hips moved of their own will, seeking the carnal solace you craved as you moaned softly. The former Robin laughed in pleasure at your neediness, moving away from his little branding job to look you in the eyes. He loved to watch you like this, spreading your legs for him while his hand found its way inside your pants.

And now, looking at you and feeling wetness in your panties, Dick decided to keep it a bit slow, as if to see how far you would go. After all, it had been three long weeks without sexual activity. Between his work of detective division vigilante and yours in full-time journalism, 24 hours weren't always enough, but in this moment, all he had to worry about was how needy for him you could get.

Grayson's digits circled your vulva, playing on the edges of its outer lips until he received an impatient sigh from you. He laughed, temporarily satisfied. You looked at him, ready to tell him to do what he knew how to do, but you were silenced by one of his fingers entering your vagina. You pressed your lips together and pushed hips towards him, a nonverbal way of saying that you wanted more. Dick, however, just moved his finger out of your reach. It caused you to open your eyes, stunned.

"Dick!" You were breathless, probably from the rush of sensations he had been — and was supposed to still be — making you experience.

"What?" There was false innocence in his voice that contradicted everything that was happening, especially when he took the finger that was inside you to his mouth and sucked, expression shifting into contentment. "You taste so good, baby. Imagine when you're coming for me."

"Richard John Grayson, if you don’t put— Fuck." The ensuing groan encompassed an ugly word. One of his fingers was still inside you while the other was pressed to your clitoris.

"How am I making you feel, huh?" he asked, despite knowing the answer as well as he knew your sweet spots. Adding another finger, Dick started looking for your G-spot, clitoris being well taken care of by his ring finger. Fuck, he was almost salivating by just thinking about eating you out, your taste, putting his tongue in the warm, wet place his fingers were, but for now, Grayson wanted to watch you enjoy yourself. It was in the way you bit your lip, whimpered for it and moved your hips to get more as if you didn't already have it all when it came to Dick Grayson. "Am I making you feel good?"

"I..." The weight on your chest worsened significantly, almost as if you had put a rock there. You mentally screamed at yourself. Fuck, out of all possible times, you had to be literally running out of breath while your pussy— Come on! The only good thing was that you knew your own body language well enough to quickly understand what was going on. "Dick, I can't breathe."

Dick, on the other hand, was too involved in taking you apart to reach the same conclusion as you.

"I’m making you breathless now?" Indigo eyes meet yours, full of lust. For a millisecond, you wondered if you could handle the random crisis, or if you could be confused about two different things with similar symptoms. That is until the shortness of breath had gotten worse. Fuck.

Well, the opposite of fuck now.

"No, Di— FUCK!" Feeling like the air wasn’t getting into your lungs and the fact that your boyfriend had just found a certain spot inside you while simultaneously rubbing your clitoris didn’t help you remember how to breathe. "I’m literally... My puffer!"

"Wh-- Oh my God, your inhaler!" Mentioning your little miraculous friend that wasn’t between his legs finally brought Detective Grayson's dormant instincts to the surface. He almost jumped away from you, hastily looking for the inhaler. "I'm sorry— I thought... Wait." The scene would be comical if you weren’t coughing in despair, gasping for air and yet simultaneously turned on. He found the puffer on the floor, beside the desk, and handed it to you. Relieved and mildly frustrated, you forced oxygen back into your body for a few moments. You forced yourself to calm down until the inhaler could be discarded next to Dick's book where it originally was.

You faced each other. What could be said? Sorry for forgetting how to breathe while you fingered me? Sorry for confusing your moans of "I can’t breathe’’ for "You’re making me breathless"? Can we agree never to use this expression again? So, I almost died, but am I still up for it? Is my cock still hard after your near-death experience?

For the second time in the evening, words were passed over to make room for another way of communication. The two of you burst out laughing, loud and scandalous. What the fuck just happened? A few good minutes later and you looked at Dick with a smile, your hand full of sin located on his thigh.

"We still got plenty of time. You know, quarantine perks."

Noises of 'you are unbelievable' from him were drowned out by a few more giggles, which soon gave way to corny moans. Perhaps the last two options were the right things to say.

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tapswitcher-theoneandonly · 3 years

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Hiya! Before I ask, just wanted to say I really enjoy your content, it's all adorable, and I'm glad that there's so many great creators for this small fandom :3 (sorry if this is the wrong place to say this, I just really like your blog) Anyways, do you have any hc for the Airboarders? I don't think this has been asked yet and I love them.

sorry this took me so long, this request for hcs just got the creative juices flowing!!!

And also thank you!!! You’re so so sweet and I’m glad you love my content so much, receiving this message ABSOLUTELY made my day when I got it!!!

So it’s implied Airboarders are a TV show and outright stated they’re also a comic series so personally I think there’s no “one” group of Airboarders, they change because they’re actors for the series! Not to say everything they do is fake, the Airboarders as a group definitely need to be stuntmen! Basically what I’m saying is the original Airboarders from DS are different from the Megamix Airboarders because like any long-lived show or series they eventually get a new cast! So I’m talking about the Megamix Airboarders here and I had to draw them because I just got hella inspired—

These guys have real names but go by nicknames because the three of them are all tight friends and roommates from working together for so long, from left to right they are Robin, Jay and Canary (bird names haha.... because AIRboarders). They’re the newest stunt actors to reprise the classic Airboarders series though just about no one recognizes them when they’re out in public out of costume.

Robin is the youngest out of the group and also the shyest. They’d wanted a job in something action or stunt oriented for a long time but kind of play mental tug of war between wanting to do it and being scared of daredevil tricks. Working as an Airboarder they’ve conquered their fear a lot though, and Jay jokes that Robin has an “iron skull” because they’re naturally pretty clumsy thanks to occasionally losing their nerve for bigger stunts, but despite getting injured a lot Robin is actually really resilient and doesn’t stay down on injury very long.

Jay is the boisterous leader of the group (he is technically the second Airboarder in the lineup though, try not to remind him) and he will willingly do literally anything asked of him on set because he loves his job and is somewhat of an adrenaline junkie. Though he is noted to be a bit troublesome to work with because he marches to the beat of his own drum somewhat and can be a little too free spirited for his directors. He also resents being compared to the previous Airboarders cast where his friends don’t mind too much.

Canary actually worked on Airboarders with the previous cast through maintaining the airboards themselves but was asked to join the cast proper for the reboot thanks to his knowledge of the mechanics making him a really safe bet to understand and safely operate the airboard. He actually does need some work in the acting department and most of the extra takes from the non-action show scenes are because of him being a bit too deadpanned. Believe it or not, he’s not nearly as exciting of a person as his crazy hair, he’s a mostly reserved student of mechanics and when off set he tends to be covered in some kind of machine grease.

I accidentally put WAY too much thought into this request but I just got so excited when the idea of Airboarders being a show with actors hit me!!! I came out of these headcanons loving the airboarders way more than I actually did before haha

#rhythm heaven #airboarders #rhythm headcanons

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dearlazerbunny · 5 years

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Sugar Sugar (Honey Honey)

Pairings: Haninozuka Mitsukuni x Reader

Genre/Ratings: None/Honey being cute

Words: 4800

Summary: Honey can’t figure out why you won’t eat the cake he gives you

This took me way too freaking long to write??? Pardon me while I have an existential crisis over whether or not I’m losing my touch

“Hi guys!” You bounce your way into Music Room 3, happy for the school day to be over and ready for some downtime with your favorite club. “What’s new today, King Tamaki?”

The blonde self-proclaimed King of the Host Club gives you a bright smile as you enter. “Well, Princess Y/N, we have a lovely selection of tea imported from the UK just yesterday. Would you care to take a look?”

You giggle to yourself as you take his outstretched hand like some medieval maiden. “But of course, my King,” you say teasingly, knowing full well the boy is aware you don’t fall head over heels for his Prince Charming act that easily. “Please, lead the way.”

You trade news and wave to the other boys as you float through the room. You’re a regular patron, sure, but unlike most of the other girls there you really just come for the fun. You laugh yourself silly over Tamaki’s impromptu poetry, chat with Haruhi (the most down to earth Ouran student you’ve ever met), and maybe join in on the twins’ antics here and there, much to the annoyance of Kyoya- you’re probably on his bad list by now, with the amount of times Hikaru and Kaoru have roped you into pranking him. It’s always a good time, and your casualness around the hosts rather than being in screaming-fangirl-mode 24/7 has earned you points with the club. They see you more as a friend than a client, which is how you want to be treated anyways.

Well, all except one. Unbeknownst to everyone, especially you, a particular host likes you a bit more than just as a friend. Well, unbeknownst to everyone except Mori, but you’d be hard pressed to find something about Mitsukuni Haninozuka Mori doesn’t know.

And so Mori watches as Honey’s big brown eyes track you through the room, fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around his fork as you laugh at something Tamaki says, hand in hand with him. As far as he can tell, Honey has been nurturing this crush on you for the better part of the year. It’s a little impressive, considering he has girls fawning all over him every afternoon. Ever since he set eyes on you he’s been a little more reserved, a little less tactile with the rest of his clients. Not enough for Kyoya to notice- Honey can be surprisingly subtle when he wants to be- but in the lulls of conversation Mori can tell when his cousin’s eyes absentmindedly drift over to you.

Unless, of course, you choose his table to sit at. Then the third year turns on every possible charm he has, and maybe even one or two Mori rarely sees.

“Y/N-chan!” Honey waves his right arm in the air in your direction, his bunny tucked securely to his left. “Come sit with me and Mori-senpai today!”

On the other side of the table, Mori lets one eyebrow tick up just a hair. He’s never explicitly asked for you to request him, even though he probably wants to every day you’re in the music room. Does he have something planned for today? He sits back in his chair, ready to observe, and possibly intervene if something goes wrong.

You bid Tamaki a goodbye and make your way over to Honey’s sweets-laden table. “Hiya Honey.” You give him a little wave. “Got a seat for me?”

“Of course we do!” The boy is practically beaming as he carefully points to a spot on the couch catty-corner to himself. He doesn’t have the nerve to ask you to sit right next to him, but that’s as close as you can be without sharing a seat.

“Hi, Mori. Doing okay?” You give him a smile as you sit, tucking your skirt closer to yourself, and Mori gives you a quiet grunt and a nod in greeting. If Honey had to choose a girl, he supposes there are far worse options. You’re always kind, not just to Honey but to himself and the rest of the club as well. On the few days Mitsukuni has decided on a nap rather than hosting, you usually keep Mori company while he sleeps nearby. You never seem bothered by his silence, and you talk to him about this and that all the same no matter if he replies or not. He’s gotten to know you a fair amount in this way, and he can’t seem to find any fault or warning signs, even with his overprotective eye.

“Y/N-chan, I have a decision to make, and I need your help,” Honey announces, and you turn to him with a semi-serious look schooled onto your features.

“That sounds pretty serious, Honey. You’re not thinking of getting the twins back for that salt in the cake thing last month, are you?” You look around and then lean in close, like you’re imparting secret wisdom. “‘Cause if you are, I totally know Hikaru’s weak spot-”

“I heard that!” The boys in question reply in tandem from across the room, and it sends you and Honey into a fit of giggles.

“No, no, although I really should.” He shoots the pair of gingers a warning look, surprisingly fierce coming from such a cute face. The second he turns back to you, though, he’s the same bright and cheery Honey you know and love. “Nope, today I just need to know-” he pauses for dramatic effect. “Blueberry cake, or chocolate cake?”

“Hm.” You nod slowly, like you’ve just been given serious details to a crime in progress. “Well, it is a little warm outside. All that chocolate might weigh you down. Blueberry is probably lighter. On the other hand, chocolate is, well, chocolate.” Honey nods sympathetically at his plight as you tap your finger against your chin in the classic thinking pose. “Well, why not just have both then, if you can’t decide?”

“Aha!” Honey crows triumphantly as he takes a plate of both flavors and settles them into his lap eagerly. “I knew I liked you for a reason, Y/N-chan!”

You wave a hand dismissively, hoping you’re not blushing at his words. “Please, it was an easy decision. Besides, I’ve seen you take down a whole cake like it’s nothing,” you tease. “Two slices shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

“And what kind do you want?” Honey is looking at you expectantly, and your eyes widen.

“Oh, thanks, Honey, but I’m not super hungry. I had a big lunch.”

“But that’s what you said the last time!” He pouts, and gosh darn it those big eyes just have a habit of tugging on something in your chest.

“I guess I’ll take… this one?” From the slight yellow tint, you assume it’s something lemony, and Honey doesn’t let his gaze up until you have the plate in your lap and a fork in your hand.

“Good good!” You can’t actually eat the cake, of course, but maybe if you pick at the icing he won’t notice. You really don’t want to hurt his feelings, and considering cake is probably his third favorite thing on earth behind Mori and his stuffed bunny … well, you’ve faked it before and you can fake it again. “Now then, did I tell you about how I lost Usa-chan the other day?” You shake your head. “It was so scary! I woke up from a nap and he was just gone! So I called…” you sit back in your seat, content to listen to Honey’s enthusiastic retelling of his adventures, with the occasional input from Mori. The blonde is animated and lively, eyes shining and hands waving about, and you can’t help but smile as you get lost in the time you have with him.

…

“Mori, something’s wrong.” The tone of Honey’s voice, clearly upset (and not the fake-upset he puts on as a show for the clients) has Mori by his side in an instant.

“What is it, Mitsukuni?”

With a trembling hand, his cousin points to the seat you had occupied during the club’s hours that day. “Y/N-chan didn’t eat her cake.” Indeed, a maid was clearing up your still full plate of cake, apparently having been only slightly picked at around the edges.

“Perhaps she wasn’t hungry,” Mori offers, resting a comforting hand on his cousin’s shoulder.

“Hmmm.” Honey has his thinking face on, which is far less dangerous than the twins’ thinking face but should nonetheless be treated with caution. “I think I have an idea!” Before Mori can offer to be a sounding board, Honey runs over to Kyoya and perches himself by the Shadow King’s side. “Kyo-sama?”

The host barely looks away from his calculations of the day’s profits to focus on Honey. “Yes?”

“Can we have my favorite cake tomorrow?” Honey leans in and widens his big brown eyes. “You know, the really reeeeeeeally good one?”

Kyoya seems to do a few quick mental calculations. “I don’t see why not. I’ll put the orders in.”

“Yay! Thank you!” Despite Kyoya liking his personal space, Honey gives him a quick tight squeeze before skipping back to Mori. He tugs on his cousin’s blazer and Mori obligingly places Honey on his shoulders, where the boy settles with a sigh, his chin on the crown of Mori’s head. “I really like Y/N,” he whispers, a quiet confession in a genuine tone that warms Mori’s chest. He pats a hand on Honey’s knee and lets it rest there, offering support.

“I know, Mitsukuni. Perhaps one day soon you will work up the courage to tell her.” Another sigh, and then the slight frustrated groan of an eighteen year old boy who’s just trying to tell his crush he thinks she’s pretty, but keeps chickening out every time. Mori can sympathize. As hosts, they sweet-talk girls all day long, easy as breathing. But when one comes along that actually matters, well. It’s a different story. All that charm and grace usually flies right out the window, leaving only nerves and shaky honestly. “Let’s get you home. Perhaps a bath?”

He can feel Honey nod reluctantly, face still buried in his black hair. “Alright then.” They leave the music room together, as they often do, but Mori can tell his cousin’s thoughts are still with you and the way you smiled at him all afternoon.

…

The next day, Honey is a man on a mission, more so than usual. Mori watches a little amusedly as he arranges plates of cake and teacups with their saucers on the table in front of him with absolute precision. He can guess his cousin’s plan- tempt you into partaking in the sweets with his favorite cake, an absolutely monstrous vanilla sponge iced in strawberry buttercream between each layer and fresh fruit decorating the tops. It’s almost too over the top even for the host club, but Honey never does anything halfway when it comes to his desserts.

When you enter the music room, he immediately calls you over. “Y/N-chan! Come sit with me!”

“I just sat with you yesterday!” You laugh, but nonetheless take your seat across from him. “Miss me already?” You tease, and you don’t notice the faint blush that spreads over Honey’s already rosy cheeks.

“Today we have my favorite cake,” he announces proudly, presenting you with the five-layer indulgence. “It’s double-strawberry with REAL strawberries on top!”

“That sounds pretty good.” And looks even better. Gosh, what you wouldn’t give to be able to dig into some of that. “How much did you have to pester Kyoya to get it for you?”

Honey shrugs shyly. “Not that much. Come on, try it!” He shoves a piece and a fork into your hand. “We can eat it together!”

You accept the plate, and delicately pick a strawberry off the top to pop into your mouth. “An excellent choice, Honey,” you say, trying to speak around the berry on your tongue. “You have good taste.” A few more strawberries get eaten, and a few bits of swirled icing broken off the sides, but no more. “So, how was your day?”

Honey seems to deflate just a little, but goes into his various stories about this and that over the week. He isn’t nearly as animated as usual- in fact, after just a few minutes, he keeps trailing off into silence, looking lost.

“Honey? Is… is everything okay?” You ask carefully. It’s clear something’s wrong with him.

To your surprise, when he turns to face you, there are unshed tears sparkling in his eyes. “Do you not like me, Y/N-chan?” His voice wobbles. Mori instantly appears in the background, looking concerned.

Your eyes widen. “Not like you? Of course I like you, Honey! Why would you ever think that?”

“Well…” He looks away, then says quietly, “you never eat the cake I give you.”

Oh. “Oh, Honey, I’m sorry. It’s really not you, I promise. I just can’t eat cake is all.”

Now it’s his turn to look shocked. “Can’t… eat cake? How can you not eat cake?”

“Well, I’m allergic.” He blinks at you, obviously confused, and you take a breath before explaining. “I can’t eat anything made of wheat. Or more specifically, anything with gluten in it. It’s the stuff in cake and baked goods that makes them spongy and, well. Good.” You look longingly at the cake and laugh a little. “It’s called celiac disease. I can get really sick if I eat even a little bit of gluten. But believe me, I really wish I could eat it.” You sigh, remembering the days when you could stuff your face with anything you wanted and not face dire consequences.

Honey is silent for a few moments. Then, the tears start spilling rapidly down his cheeks, making you even more alarmed. “You mean I’ve been making you sick?” He says in a small voice, clearly devastated. “Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N-chan, I wouldn’t have ever given it to you if I’d known-!”

“No, no, it’s okay!” You’re quick to reassure him, wanting his tears to stop. “You’re not going to poison my by osmosis or anything.” You give him a smile. “And I can usually eat the toppings or the frosting!” To prove your point, you drag a fingertip through the thick buttercream icing and lick it off. “See? No harm done.”

Well, he’s stopped crying at least, and you haven’t been murdered by Mori for making the boy sad, so you figure you’re mostly in the clear. “I still don’t know why you didn’t tell me,” Honey sniffs, miserable at the thought that he could have hurt you so badly without even knowing it.

“Well, I…” you turn away a little, embarrassed. “I guess I just didn’t want to upset you. I know sharing what you love is important to you and I can’t do that because of my allergies… but I just ended up upsetting you anyways.” You shake your head. “I guess I just… really like you Honey, and I didn’t want to stop seeing you…” instantly, your cheeks flame red with the impromptu admission, and you stumble over your words. “Gosh, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I made you cry, Honey. Please forgive me!” You stand and gather your things as quickly as you can. “I’ll… I’ll see you later.” A second later, the door to the music room is opened and shut as you take your leave from the embarrassing situation.

Of course, your running just makes Honey even sadder. Mori sits on the couch next to him and offers a hug, which he gladly accepts, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “I almost hurt Y/N-chan,” he says softly.

“She said you did her no harm,” Mori replies, his deep voice rumbling.

“But I could have! I could have made her sick or killed her because I didn’t know…!” Honey is sad and angry and frustrated all at once. There’s a few moments of silence, and then- “Do… Do you think she’ll come back?”

“I’m not sure, Mitsukuni.”

“I messed everything up,” the boy says miserably, and burrows his way further into Mori’s arms so he can cry in peace.

…

“Hey, Y/N. You doing okay? We haven’t seen you in a while.” Haruhi slides into a desk next to you in the back of the classroom, taking you by surprise. “Tamaki’s been sulking in the corner for the last three days now.”

“Oh, well.” You laugh nervously, trying not to twist your fingers too much. Honestly, you haven’t worked up the courage to go back to the Host Club after last time’s incident. Really, only you could make the boy you’ve been crushing on cry… “I’ve just been a little busy I guess!”

Haruhi shrugs. “Well hey, if you’ve got the time, stop by sometime today? Put me out of my misery, you know how Tamaki can be.” She rolls her eyes as her dry tone lets you in on her exasperation, making you giggle. Maybe you can just try to avoid Honey? If you stick with Tamaki you might be okay…

“Well, I’m sure I can stop by for a bit this afternoon. If only to help you out,” you tease fondly. Haruhi smiles in that endearing way of hers and sits back in her chair to put her attention on the teacher that’s just walked into the room. But what you can’t see is her pulling her phone from her pocket and shooting a quick text to the Host Club group chat (every time she removed herself one of the boys just kept adding her back in, so she’s accepted her fate of being woken up by commoner memes at 2AM):

Tamaki’s Princess: Y/N said she’d stop by today

Tamaki’s Princess changed her name to Haruhi

Haruhi: and for god’s sakes Tamaki stop it with the stupid nicknames

King Tamaki: it wasn’t me, I swear!,!!!

Thing 1: *devil emoji* Thing 2: *laughing emoji*

Mommy Dearest: you all know you must maintain a 3.8 average to remain in a club, correct?

New message from: Honey-Senpai

Did Y/N-chan really say she’d come today?!?!???!,?!

Haruhi smiles and thumbs over to the private chat. She of course knows about Honey’s crush on you- she’s got eyes, after all- and she figured he’d be happy to know you’d be back this afternoon.

Yup. She seems a little nervous tho. Go easy on her maybe.

She watches the little “typing in progress” bubble appear, then disappear, then appear… only to disappear again. She locks her phone and slips it back into her trouser pocket, glancing sideways at you taking notes in your binder. Hopefully Honey won’t mess this up…

Meanwhile, in his own classroom, Honey is typing out a message so frantically his fingers keep slipping on the screen.

Y/N-CHAN IS COMIGN TOT HE CLUB TODAY

MEET ME AT HOEM DURING LUNCH BREAK

Mori allows himself a small smile as he responds with a simple thumbs up.

…

That afternoon, you have to stand outside the music room for a few moments to gather your nerves. It’ll be fine. Just stick with Tamaki, or maybe Haruhi, don’t think about Honey, and maybe you won’t embarrass yourself again… or make him cry, again…

All your plans immediately go out the window the moment you step inside- because apparently, Honey was waiting expectantly by the door for you.

“Hi Y/N-chan!” His smile instantly washes away your nerves. At least he’s still happy to see you. “We’ve missed you!” He makes Usa-chan give you a little wave, and you laugh.

“I’ve missed you guys too; I just got a little busy I suppose.” You try not to blush thinking about the disaster that happened last time you were here.

“Well you have to come sit with me today! I have a surprise for you!”

Your eyes widen. “A surprise?” “Mhm! Come on, I’ll show you!” With that, he grabs your hand like he does it all the time and drags you off to his little corner. You can’t help but get a few butterflies as the two of you hold hands. Sure, he’s probably just doing it to get you where he needs you to go, but still… it’s nice.

“Okay, close your eyes!”

“Close my eyes?” You lightly cover your face with your fingers. “You won’t let me fall, will you?”

“Of course not!” You can hear the horror in his voice at the thought as he maneuvers you into position, then gently pokes your stomach in an indication to sit down. You do, feeling the plush couch give under your weight. “Okay, open in one, two, three!”

You blink into the light, and you see before you- well. You’re not quite sure what it is, exactly. It’s definitely lopsided, and colorful, with swirls of pink and blues and maybe some sugar crystals on top? Oh… “Honey? What’s all this?”

“It’s… A CAKE!” He announces proudly, smile turned up to megawatt proportions. “I made you a cake!” He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, clearly excited. “Come on, you’ve gotta try it!”

“You… made me a cake?” Something warm flares in your chest, just below your collarbone, then fizzles out just as quickly as you look at him sadly. “Oh, Honey, that is super sweet of you, but I told you I-”

“Noooooooo, listen!” He cuts you off, eager. “This is a special cake! It’s, um…” he glances at Mori, who has been sitting across from you in his own couch watching this exchange, and mouths something quizzically to him. Mori nods solemnly, and Honey turns back to you. “Gluten free!”

“Wait, really?” You’re stunned. Had he really put in this much effort, all for you?

“Mhm! It’s made with like, almond flour and stuff. I looked up a recipe and everything! I didn’t know if you liked pink or blue best, so I just decided to use both.” He very carefully cuts you a slice, plates it, and offers it to you. “Will… will you try it?”

“Of course I will!” Honestly, you’re just about tearing up at this. No one has ever gone to so much effort for you- gluten free baking is hard. “You don’t know how much this means to me, Honey.”

He blushes a little as you get a bit on your fork to take a bite. You stall a little though, just having to double check- “and you’re sure there’s no wheat in this at all? The cake, the icing, nothing?”

“Nope! Mori helped me make it and he made sure I didn’t mess up.”

You glance at the boy in question and he nods, confirming. Mori is the definition of vigilant, so if he was watching, it’s probably okay. So you happily take a bite, laughing a little when a bit falls from between your lips and you chase the crumbs with a napkin.

It’s… not good. Really not good. At all. It’s somehow dry and underbaked all at once, and it’s way too sweet, almost as though the first ingredient was sugar. “It’s… awesome, Honey!” You try to smile around your mouthful, chewing as quickly as you can so you can get it down. “Thank you so much!”

But the look he gives you is totally worth stomaching some questionable cake. So you eat another bite, and another, and Honey seems to get happier and happier as he sits next to you working away at his own piece.

By the end of the afternoon, you’ve only managed to finish one piece, but that seems to be enough for the small host- he’s running around the music room, chattering to anyone and everyone, happier than he’s been in weeks.

“You can tell him it’s bad, you know.”

You glance up at Mori, still sitting across from you, watching with an amused smile. Narrowing your eyes at him, you mock-threateningly brandish your fork at him. “Absolutely not! Don’t you dare!”

…

The entire next week, you feel like you’re floating on clouds. You haven’t missed another day at the Host Club, nor another day sitting with Honey. He hasn’t attempted another culinary masterpiece, thankfully, but that hasn’t stopped him from being in great spirits. It’s been wonderful. You’re daydreaming about it as you lazily flip through a book, nestled underneath a huge cherry blossom tree on the school’s grounds. Maybe you should tell Honey how you feel… but no, that’d be silly. He’s a host after all, he’s got much better options to pick from on any given day…

“Hey, Y/N.” Like he was pulled from your thoughts, Honey appears beside you, a book bag slung over his shoulder. “Can I sit with you?”

“Honey, hi! Of course!” You scoot over a bit and pat the ground next to you. He sighs and drops his bag, then plops down next to it, fisting his hands into his hair as he lets out a little groan.

“Are… you okay?” You glance at him. “You seem a little… tired?”

He glances up at you sideways, big brown eyes drooping a little at the corners. “I haven’t eaten any cake all day.”

“What? Really?” You weren’t even sure if Honey ate anything else but cake.

“Nope.” He shakes his head dejectedly. “No cake, no cinnamon buns, no tarts, no nothing!” He dramatically fake-faints into your lap, his nose scrunched up in clear displeasure. “It’s been horrible.”

“I can imagine.” You blink at your sudden lapful of Honey. Without thinking, you run a hand through his hair in a soothing gesture. It’s soft and surprisingly thick. “Are you sick? Why haven’t you eaten?”

“Oh.” He abruptly sits up, kneeling by your side. “‘Cause I wanted to do this.” Before you have a chance to process anything, he’s pressed a kiss to your lips, so brief you think you might have imagined it. His hand finds its way to your cheek, and he runs a thumb over your cheekbone like he’s reassuring himself you’re actually there. It’s a good grounding for you too, because you feel like the earth has just disappear out from under you.

When he pulls away, he lets his hand drop, and you almost want to take your own hand and put it back up where it was. You’re speechless. Honey… likes you? Likes you likes you? You can tell a wildfire of a blush is creeping across your cheeks as you blink at him, starstruck.

He’s looking at you with a bit of a sad expression on his face. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just had to try.” He moves to go, but you grab his hand before he can get far.

“Honey, wait! I don’t- I’m not- agh! Just… give me a second.” He tilts his head curiously at you as you put your palm up to your cheek, willing them to stop burning, and take a couple of deep breaths. “I’m just surprised, I guess,” you say honestly. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

“I don’t make cakes for just anyone,” he says seriously, and your heart breaks a little.

“I suppose not.” You pause. “Wait. Did you not eat any cake today because you were planning on kissing me?”

“Mhm.” He looks at his shoes, toeing the ground. “I didn’t wanna risk making you sick.”

“Oh.” Oh. “Then how come you still taste like sugar?”

Honey blinks at you. “What?”

“You… you still taste like sugar,” you say bashfully, tapping your lips. “Even though you haven’t eaten any sweets today.”

That makes him giggle, the sound brightening the sun. “I guess I’m living up to my reputation, huh?” He shrugs and winks at you.

“Very much so.” It occurs to you that you’ve still got a hand wrapped around his wrist, from where you stopped him from leaving. You shift a little so that you can wind your fingers through his. “You know, I’m not really sure if that would make me sick or not. I guess I’ll have to find out if you’re going to keep surprising me with kisses.”

You watch him digest your words, and as realization washes over him it looks like all his hopes and dreams have been answered. “I’ll keep surprising you if you want me to.”

Gently, you tug on his hand until he’s standing in front of you, then lean up to give him another soft peck. “I think I’d like that.”

He almost can’t kiss you again because he’s smiling too hard, but somehow that makes him taste even sweeter.

#ouran host club #ouran hshc #ouran fic #mitsukuni haninozuka #ohshc honey #honey x reader #reader insert #ohshc mori #ohshc tamaki #ohshc kyoya #ohshc haruhi

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You Never Seemed So Tense, Love

(what’s this? some actual content? on my blog? it’s more likely than you think)

hello again, y’all! it’s been a while since i’ve posted any writing, but at last, i’ve finished another fic! i hope y’all enjoy this one, i found it really fun to write. (title from “gives you hell” by the all-american rejects)

Trigger Warnings For: mild language and mentions of alcohol

Summary: Logan Guiscard loves his simple, mundane life. He most certainly does not love his next-door neighbor, Virgil Savage.

Length: 7,476 words

Kudos are appreciated, reblogs are adored, comments are loved!!

Logan Guiscard loved his life. Honestly. He loved his little suburban house that looked like almost every other home in his neighborhood. He loved his shiny car that he had to wash every weekend because if it wasn’t shining then obviously someone would think something was wrong and wouldn’t take him seriously. He loved his job as an astronomy professor at the local university where nobody cared about what the constellations were named because the Greeks were all dead, and it’s not they couldn’t just Google the names, anyways. He loved waking in the morning to see a lawn full of native plants and a little garden, because he might live in the affluent suburbs, but that didn’t mean he’d give into lawn culture, the horrid thing.

The only thing he didn’t love was his unfortunately next-door neighbor, Virgil Savage. Everything about him was simply illogical. The first thing the imbecile had done after moving in was paint the house bright purple, a stark contrast from the pastel grey every other home sported. He had a rather irritating habit of playing music a decibel too loud for Logan’s taste. He had absolutely no sense of self-care; Virgil seemed to throw on whatever clothes were clean— they were mismatched and rumbled, as if he had just taken them from his floor—and his skin was dull and most likely caked with makeup, which could easily be fixed if the man would just wash his face in the morning. Virgil Savage also had the miserable mannerism of being at least partially nocturnal.

Logan first found out about this “lifestyle” within a week of Virgil moving in. At first, he thought his neighbor was simply having trouble adjusting to his new house. And then the music started. Had it been any other time of day, perhaps Logan would have learned to let it by, to continue with his daily life. But because it was nine-thirty on a Wednesday night and Logan happened to teach Introduction to Astronomy on Thursdays at seven a.m., he marched over to the Savage house with a glare that burned hot enough to set Pluto alight, and knocked three times on the heavy door, tapping his foot incessantly as he waited for a response.

Virgil had opened the door with tired, bleak eyes the color of the Milky Way, full of enigmatic monachopsis that seemed to scream for human contact like an abandoned astronaut, and all arguments fled from the tip of Logan’s tongue. The music was even louder with the door open; the most prominent instrument was a piano that sounded like someone was slamming their fingers down on the keys in a desperate rage. Someone was screaming about friends and not wanting to leave, their voice raspy and broken.

“Do you… need something?” his neighbor had asked with a gruff voice, clutching at his elbows as if the sooner Logan left, the better. Logan had snapped out of his daze, pushing his glasses back up as he looked up at the man standing in the doorway. He couldn’t see much from where he stood on the porch.

“Yes, actually, I would like for you to turn your music down. It is impeding my ability to sleep, and I have to teach a class in the morning,” Logan explained crisply. Virgil looked him up and down, sizing up his new competitor with a smug smirk.

“Well, I dunno, teach.” Logan’s heart stopped for a full second at the nickname before his face morphed into a mask of contempt. “There’s a party going on right now, and what party is complete without music?”

Logan’s eyes narrowed as he glanced inside. He couldn’t see much besides a very much empty living room. “Apparently, a pity party,” he replied, his tone harsher than he intended. For a quarter of a second, a single frame in the movie of life, Virgil’s face had contorted, full of hurt, before quickly losing its emotion, replaced with cool nonchalance. Logan had had half the mind to apologize for his unsympathetic behavior before the song grew louder and Logan was reminded that it was late at night and he was too exhausted to deal with this sort of tomfuckery.

He was about to launch into a full debate to convince this heathen to turn his music down to a respectable volume when another figure came careening through the living room by way of an unseen doorway, crashing into Virgil with raucous, drunken giggles.

“Broooooo…” the newcomer slurred, his arms wrapped around Virgil’s neck for support. “You gotta finish that assignment of yours. You wanna pass the class, donya? Come ooooon,” he wheedled. Virgil’s face flushed as the stranger whined.

“Roman, how much have you drunk?”

“…a bottle.”

“A bottle?! Dee let you drink a whole bottle?!” Virgil’s eyes were the size of dinner plates, his mouth hanging open in disbelief as he turned, facing the living room that still held no-one despite the “party” raging on inside. “Dee! I’m gonna kick your ass!” he yelled as he unwrapped Roman’s arms from his neck. Virgil’s eyes glanced back at Logan. “Sorry about my friend.”

With that, Virgil pushed Roman further into the house, muttering in exasperation as he shut the door without another word to Logan. The teacher blinked before he regained his senses. He scoffed at the sudden cut-off from his neighbor, rolling his eyes. There was nothing else he could do now besides head back home and shove a pillow over his ears to muffle the music.

It was only when he finally slipped into bed that he realized he could only hear the sound of crickets and someone’s air conditioner whirring in the late August night heat.

The music had been turned off.

He hated himself for believing that it would end that night with a simple confrontation. The next week, the music was up again. Logan was too busy grading incomplete and frustratingly incorrect constellation maps to tell off Virgil, and let it be. But then it happened again the next week. And the next. It seemed to Logan that Virgil was just trying to get a rise out of him at this point. When he called his brother he ask for advice, the only promising words he got was “talk to him.”

“Patton, you don’t understand. I have talked to him, he just won’t listen,” he sighed as his brother listened intently over the video call, constantly adjusting his round glasses.

“Now, Logan, you know that everybody communicates in different ways. Maybe he is listening, but he just can’t communicate in a way you understand.” Patton adjusted his glasses again as he tilted his head, a thought striking him. “Maybe he’s trying to get your attention?”

Logan sighed, thinking about Virgil. Would he really be the type of person to annoy him just to get his attention? Virgil didn’t need to play music at an irritating volume for Logan’s consideration of him—those sonderous eyes plagued him almost as much as the music did.

Hold on. What did he just think?

“Are you alright, Logan? You’re making face you always do whenever I correct on your grammar. You know—like someone just ate all the second cookies,” Patton giggled. Logan heard someone talking in the background as Patton turned away from the camera, listening to the person off-screen. “Yep! Do you wanna come say hi to him?” Logan heard a sound of acquiescence and the pounding of footsteps as someone ran down the hallway of his brother’s apartment.

“Hiya there, Logan!” He flinched as Patton’s partner, Emile, popped up in front of the camera. “I heard you were in a jam!” The psychiatrist held up a jar of jam as Logan groaned at the pun, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“I don't know which is worse—your puns or Virgil’s music,” he grumbled goodnaturedly as the partners collapsed into laughter that sounded choppy in the low quality audio of his laptop. He ran a hand through his hair as he checked the time, cringing at the late hour. “I’m sorry, Patton, but I’ll have to sign off now. It’s getting late and I have the wonderful blessing of teaching a morning class tomorrow. I’ll see you next weekend, correct?” His brother nodded as he and Emile wished Logan goodnight.

As he turned off his computer, his mind wandered back to the original topic of his and Patton’s conversation—Virgil. He couldn’t possibly be engaging in this childish feud because he was, what, interested in him? Logan snorted aloud, shaking his head. Virgil was obviously only toying with him.

“Well, then,” he whispered aloud as he slipped into bed, ready to fall asleep. “Two can play that game.”

He wasn’t able to put his plan into motion until the following weekend, just before he had to pick up Patton from the airport. It was quite simple, in Logan’s opinion, but then again, he reminded himself, he had to be on the road by at least nine so he could pick up Patton from his eleven-o-clock arrival, so complex schemes were out of the question until he had the time and reason to do such. Thus, he found himself setting a heavy speaker down on the edge of his front porch, his phone already connected to it. He had deliberated for a while on what song to use before settling on the timeless classic of “Hooked on a Feeling”.

He was about to turn on the speaker when he felt his phone vibrating in his hand. He turned it on to see a text from Patton: “So… I might have told you the wrong arrival time…” Immediately, he called his brother.

“What do you mean, ‘wrong arrival time’?” he questioned as soon as Patton picked up.

“Well, I’m here now. At the airport. It turns out the flight isn’t as long as I thought it was…” He could hear incessant chatter in the background and could clearly picture the dismal little airport that never seemed to stop renovating one wing or another, resulting in utter chaos when it came to an orderly flight schedule. “If you’re busy, don’t worry. I can wait a few hours—”

“Don’t be silly, Patton,” Logan interrupted. “I’m leaving now. I’ll be there in forty-five minutes if the traffic’s alright.” He was already grabbing his keys from inside, throwing on a jacket, and unlocking his car doors. “Have you eaten yet?” The silence was answer enough for him. “There’s plenty of options around. Just be sure to eat something healthy, alright? And remember to get your bags,” he sighed as he started the car, the engine a gentle thrum beneath him.

“Alright, Logan, I will. See you in a bit. Thanks for picking me up.” The call disconnected, leaving Logan in the silence of his car before he decided surprisingly that he couldn’t stand the quietude and turned on the car radio as he backed out of the driveway, unaware of the jet black eyes that watched him go sadly.

Logan made to the airport in forty minutes, actually. He found Patton sitting at the counter of a small shop selling dumplings and baobaos, giddily eating the delicious food. He watched with a soft smile for a moment as Patton snuck a bite of a dumpling to the golden retriever laying on the floor beneath him, her vest proudly displaying her role as a service dog. As Patton straightened, he finally noticed his brother standing several feet away.

“Logan!” he called excitedly, waving him over. Logan’s feet moved on their own, small steps turning into bounds as he ran to his brother and hugged him tightly. “I’ve missed you, too, Logan. It doesn’t seem that university can end soon enough.” Logan’s grip tightened before he released his brother. He felt something nose at his leg and looked down to see Lola nudging at his leg, staring up at him with puppy eyes, despite knowing full well she was not a puppy, by size nor age standards.

He crouched down and ran a hand through her fur as Lola’s tail began beating excitedly. “Hello to you, too,” he said as Lola barked softly in greeting. “You’ve got your bags?” he asked as he stood up. Patton nodded, finishing the last dumpling, and clambered off his stool, thanking the shop owners as he grabbed the handles of his two suitcases in both hands. “I’ll hold on to Lola.” He grabbed the golden retriever’s lease, untying it from the chair’s leg, and began guiding the dog and his brother through the dim airport to the parking lot.

It was nine forty a.m. when they got home. The sun was glimmering, bearing down with no qualms onto the earth with a fierce intensity that seemed to rake across their backs with a near unbearable heat. Patton took one look at the speakers still set up on Logan’s porch and turned around, stopping in his tracks.

“Logan, what are you planning?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to listen to some music while I washed my car,” he explained, even though he knew his car was clean and it was pointless to try and wash it when it was supposed to rain that night, anyways. Patton’s eyes narrowed with a ghost of a smile crossing his lips.

“You’re going to play music, aren’t you?” he proclaimed, twirling around and pointing at Logan with one finger and a sly smile as though he was a detective who had just solved the most difficult case ever presented to him. “Oh, I knew that look meant something! You looked so starry-eyed when we were talking about Virgil!” Logan blanched as he gasped in indignation.

“I did not look starry-eyed! He’s not even my friend, he’s just my neighbor!”

“A neighbor who you call on every Wednesday night,” Patton teased as Logan brushed past him with a groan of frustration, unlocking the door and shoving it open.

“It’s his fault, Patton, he’s the one who plays punk rock from the 2000s and 70s and 80s pop songs played on what I think might be an organ louder than a plague of cicadas at ten-thirty at night.” Patton could only laugh at Logan’s description as he made his way into the kitchen and opened the fridge, already making himself at home.

“Sure, Logan.” Patton’s brow furrowed as he surveyed the fridge and its contents. “How many jars did Mom give you last time?”

“I counted twenty—wait, don’t change the subject, Patton!” Logan chastised. Lola spoke—or, rather, barked—up, woofing at the brothers as if to say, “stop talking about your neighbor and feed me.”

When at last Lola was fed and Patton had dropped his suitcases down in the guest room, it was nearing ten a.m.; he was finally able to step outside and stretch in the sun. Out of habit, he glanced at Virgil’s house, half expecting to see strobe lights flashing wildly behind the curtains, and saw nothing. He paused, his thoughts turning to the speaker still sitting abandoned on his porch. Was Virgil still asleep? An evil grin split across his face as he pulled out his phone, finding the song easily.

“I hope you like the taste of your own medicine,” he mumbled as he pressed played. Immediately, sound poured out of the speaker, the lowest notes tapping a familiar rhythm on his heart. He could just barely hear the sounds of confusion in the other house, following by the door slamming open as Virgil stumbled out in his pyjamas.

Well, he couldn’t really call them pyjamas. Virgil was covered—thankfully, of all the bad habits Virgil partook in, sleeping in the nude was not one of them—but just barely. He wore grey boxers beneath a violet tank top at least two sizes too big for him, and not much else. And perhaps Logan blushed furiously at the sight of sunshine on Virgil’s lanky arms and pale legs, but it was just from the heat. Just the heat.

Not that any of that mattered. Logan was too busy watching Virgil nearly trip over his feet as he shambled about in his lawn, momentarily blinded by the sun, to think any more about Virgil’s limbs. As his eyesight adjusted, Virgil noticed Logan standing in his own yard, then saw the speaker blasting music, and put two-and-two together.

“Do you know what time it is?” Virgil groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Logan snickered.

“It’s nine-fifty-two a.m., which is a more reasonable time than ten-forty-five at night,” he shot back. Virgil snorted before covering it with a cough. “Even if you wake up late, you should at least go to bed at a reasonable time. A good bedtime is crucial to a healthy life,” he lectured as Virgil raised his eyebrows with a smirk.

“Oh, getting worried about me, now? Careful, teach, or someone will think you’ve caught feelings for me,” Virgil chaffed, his eyes bright now in the daylight, intelligent and unrelenting in their mirth. Logan spluttered, unable to form a proper response. “Beware, Logan Guiscard. You’ve opened up a Pandora’s Box now.” Virgil’s voice was deep and full of laughter—like Logan was missing out on the funniest joke ever told. “I hope you like punk rock.”

He couldn’t stop himself from saying, “It’s you’ve been playing, how could it ever get old?” This time, Virgil snorted for real, chuckling uncontrollably as he backed away towards his house. Logan knew he wouldn’t get that sound out of his head for weeks. Virgil paused as he reached the doorstep of his home, glancing back over his shoulder.

“…I was finishing a report for my theoretical astrobiology class, by the way. I finished a little past midnight. Sorry for wanting to sleep in. I’ll make sure to let my professor know next time that I wasn’t able to finish my paper because my neighbor cared about me.” Logan physically stepped back, stunned. Virgil was taking university classes? And astronomy-related classes at that? Sweet heavens. Somehow, Logan’s face grew even more heated in the August sun.

Too bad Virgil had already left before Logan could find out more.

It wasn’t like Virgil hadn’t warned him. Logan could clearly recall him referencing Greek mythology (which another one of his passions that just so luckily gave him an advantage in astronomy) as he swore to wreak havoc on Logan’s life. Now, perhaps he hadn’t used those exact words, but it was exactly what was happening at nine p.m. on a Tuesday night in the middle of his late-night astronomy class. The class was too far gone now to be reigned back in, the music was still pouring in through hidden speakers, and all Logan could do was stare at Virgil like his whole world had been shattered as his neighbor laughed with his whole body, the sound loud and full of life and shaking Logan’s very core.

He had been in the middle of explaining which constellations appeared during which seasons—it was the beginning of the semester and he had learned the hard way to always begin with the basics—when the music first started. He had been so envirgorated in his explanation of the importance of the North Star that he hadn’t heard it until one of his students asked if whoever was listening to Fall Out Boy would please turn the volume down. Logan had stopped in his tracks, eyes snapping back to reality with a sinking feeling of déjà vu, and listened.

Unfortunately, his dread was well-met. The sounds of Fall Out Boy’s “Thnks fr th Mmrs” were pouring in from all sides of his classroom; Logan scowled, already searching for the familiar pair of inky eyes that bedeviled his dreams and late-night musings. “Virgil Savage!” he yelled, praying that the incident was actually Virgil’s fault and not some poor student who just happened to have the exact same music interests as his neighbor. “You better show yourself before I make you!”

The laughter was more of a giveaway than anything else. Virgil slumped in the doorway, his smirk so infuriating yet charming all the same. He gave a two-fingered salute to the professor as he held up his phone, waving in his trademark teasing manner. Virgil paid no mind to the students staring at the occurrence with rabid curiosity; his focus was on Logan as he bit his bottom lip and held out the phone towards the professor as though inviting him closer.

“You want the music off?” he asked, his deep voice gliding out of his mouth and wrapping itself around Logan’s body like venti of the ancient age. Logan nodded silently and unceremoniously, unable to think of a good retort. “Come and turn it off yourself.”

That was what had sent his class into chaos. One of them had yelled “Dance party!” immediately after, jumping up from his seat and flailing his arms around in what Logan could only assume to be dancing—an attempt at dancing, at the very least. Logan glared at Virgil as he stalked slowly towards the interloper, the sounds of students nothing but background noise at this point. He leaned closer to Virgil, his eyes full of wrath.

“Turn that music off right now,” he hissed.

“You’re staying up too late. If I can’t sleep in, you can’t stay out,” was Virgil’s only response. Logan stuttered.

“You—I—I am teaching a class!”

“And I’m not turning the music off,” Virgil continued. “I told you, if you want it off—” Virgil other hand grabbed Logan’s waist, pulling him into a dip as the professor yelped in surprise and the students cheered Virgil on. “—you’re going to have to do it yourself.”

It took a full five seconds to pass before Logan’s brain rebooted, shutting down the moment Virgil’s warm touch had met his starved skin. Once his reason returned, he wrangled himself out of his neighbor’s arms with several muttered swears and all but ripped Virgil’s phone out of his hands, turning the music off quickly and shoving the device back towards his neighbor. He glared daggers at the interloper for good measure as he retreated back into the comforts of his classroom with a scowl on his face.

“You’re not getting enough sleep either, teach. What was it you said? Yeah, I remember now: ‘a good bedtime is crucial to a healthy lifestyle.’” Virgil smirked as he watched Logan try to reign in his class, to no avail, those dark irises of his eyes holding something mysterious Logan would love to unravel if it weren’t for the classroom of fifty students in the process of losing their minds. “Of course, not letting loose every once in a while and refusing to humor your everloving neighbor really takes a hit on you, doesn’t it?” Logan glanced at Virgil as he paused from removing a recording phone from particularly stubborn student, focusing on the annoyance swirling through him instead of the rapid, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it wave of warmth that overcame him at the sight of Virgil’s eyes, half hooded by his black-painted eyelids and full of curiosity—curiosity for Logan. That particular feeling he shoved back into the recesses of his mind.

“Virgil Savage, escort yourself out of this room or I will have security do so. We will continue this at a later date.” Virgil only grinned wickedly as he saluted once more and slinked behind the door frame, disappearing in the myriad of hallways.

“How about we continue it tomorrow at Bourbon Coffee? I hear they make great croissants!” Virgil shouted back. Logan stopped dead in his tracks, his head whipping towards the door in shock. But in true Virgil fashion, he was gone before Logan could find out more.

His only hope to gain another piece of the puzzle that was Virgil Savage was to meet him at Bourbon Coffee tomorrow morning.

He prayed he would survive their encounter.

Logan woke up to the mouth-watering smell of french toast the next morning, a smile already on his face. He found his brother in the kitchen, slipping Lola little bites of bacon as he cooked.

“What is all this for, Patton? Don’t you trust me to make my own breakfast?” he asked as he patted Lola, who showed off her canines with a beam.

“One of Emile’s former patients is one of your students. They told a little story on Twitter, and Emile found out and told me!” Patton swiveled around, almost whacking Logan in the face with his spatula. “How come you didn’t tell me you were going on a date?” Logan huffed, swiping a slice of bacon from the plate where they were cooling.

“It’s not a date,” he argued. “This might be my only chance to actually deal with Virgil besides throwing a pillow over my ears.” Patton chuckled, leaving the conversation as he finished cooking and slid two slices of french toast onto a nearby plate and handing it to Logan, throwing a smaller slice on the floor for Lola to wolf down. He continued his points as he ate. “Besides, I wouldn’t even call our relationship a friendship—”

“Alright, first off, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Patton interrupted as he maneuvered them both to sit at the dining room table. “Second of all.” Patton waited until Logan looked up at his brother, holding his gaze. “Do you want it to be a friendship?” he asked gently, knowing the look that was growing in Logan’s eyes.

“…Truth be told, Patton… I do. Virgil…” Logan sighed, unsure how he could ever explain his interest in Virgil if he couldn’t explain the greatest mysteries of the universe, which were far more comprehensible than the mind and soul of his neighbor. “…Virgil is unexplainable. I try to understand him. But I can’t… Am I wrong to want to understand him?”

A ghost of a smile crossed Patton’s lips as he regarded his brother. “No. Not at all.” Patton’s grin turned mischievous. “But date or not, I still get to be excited! You never go out, it’s nice to see you having fun for once.” For once, Logan did not respond to Patton, allowing himself to genuinely grin.

Fun…

It wasn’t a foreign word in his dictionary, but its page wasn’t dog-eared the way other words were. It didn’t have the significance of ebullience (bubbly enthusiasm—it reminded him of his brother), it didn’t have the importance of syzygy (the alignment of celestial bodies—he always found some way to weave it into his lectures), it didn’t roll across his tongue with the same effortlessness of hiraeth (homesickness for a place that never was or cannot be returned to—plus, it tied into his efforts to learn the Welsh language). Fun was not an unknown word, but it was not one mulled over like wine as he pondered his place in the universe.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t reintroduce it to his vocabulary, relearn the way it sounded, the way it felt running along his vocal cords.

Patton could tell what was going through his brother’s mind. He sat back lazily as he ate his breakfast, his smile just barely concealing his pride. “It’s almost nine, by the way,” he added. “You should get ready soon.” Logan nodded, only a little disappointed that they had to end their moment of peace so quickly.

Far too soon, he found himself ready to go, with the exception of a stomach that wouldn’t stop churning. Logan had no idea why he was so nervous—at best, he and Virgil would get coffee and talk without tearing each other’s head apart, and at worst they would just continue their feud like normal. It wasn’t like things going wrong would ruin his life irreversibly—so why did Logan feel the need to impress Virgil, to make things go perfectly?

He pushed those musings to the back of mind for later analysis. He headed outside to be met with the uncomfortable heat he was so used to yet hated all the same. Wearing a black cotton button down did nothing to relieve the suffocating heat against his body. Silently, he cursed the sun as he glanced about, wondering where Virgil was. It hit him that they had never agreed to a specific time. For all Logan knew, Virgil could already by at the coffee shop waiting for him.

Swallowing thickly—he didn’t know why, he had no reason to be nervous—Logan walked over to his neighbor’s house and rapped his knuckles against the door, tapping his foot incessantly as he waited.

The door opened to reveal… not-Virgil. Logan vaguely recalled him as the drunken man who had popped up behind Virgil the first time he had given his neighbors a visit, though he could not remember the man’s name for the life of him. The man yawned, staring at Logan.

“You’re that teacher Virgil’s obsessed with, right?” he asked.

“…Yes?” Logan wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to that, even if his heart did flutter a little bit at it. “Is he inside? We’re supposed to meet at Bourbon Coffee, but he failed to give a time. I thought it would be logical to go with him so we arrive at the same time.”

The man at the door chuckled. “Virgil’s got a date, eh?”

Logan flushed against his will. “Alright—first of all, it is not a date, and second of all, would you please just tell me where he is?” he pleaded. The man nodded with a lopsided grin, glancing behind him.

“He’s still asleep. Probably thought the date would be a late one,” he drawled, laughing at the way Logan grumbled at the continued use of the word “date.” The man stuck out his hand, at last (re)introducing himself. “I’m Roman. Nice to properly meet you.” Logan took his hand politely, shaking it as he tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as he looked inside the house to hopefully see Virgil.

“I’m Logan Guiscard. Pleasure to meet you as well,” he said, biting back his frown when he couldn’t see his enigmatic neighbor. He drew his hand back with an awkward sigh. “Well, please let me know when Virgil wakes. I would rather go with him to the coffee shop than wait for him.” Roman nodded, saying he would, and closed the door to leave Logan standing on the porch with a heavy heart, though he decided it was better not to analyze why he felt disappointed that he wasn’t able to see Virgil.

Logan felt his phone vibrate and saw a text from his brother. Are you there yet? it read. He texted back a quick response, smirking devilishly when a notification from his music service popped up, giving him a positively evil idea. He tapped on the notification, opening the app, and scrolled until he found a song Virgil would adore waking up to.

“Would you mind if I listened to some music while I waited?” Logan asked Roman as innocently as possible. The neighbor shrugged. He bit back his sly grin as he subtly turned his volume all the way, connecting to his speaker, which remained on the porch from their last morning encounter. He pressed play, and let himself smile at last as chaos erupted to the sound of My Chemical Romance’s “Planetary (GO!)”.

The first thing to happen was Roman bursting into laughter as he realized what was happening. The second thing to happen was a series of shouts from inside Virgil’s house. Two people emerged from the shadows—someone Logan had yet to meet, and Virgil. He felt himself smile without thinking at the sight of his neighbor. Virgil’s eyes were hooded and full of exhaustion, bent on the murder of whoever woke him up so early. They cleared upon seeing Logan, lighting up like fireworks, but quickly narrowed as he put two and two together and realized Logan was behind his early wake-up.

“Y’know, if it weren’t for the fact that I love this song, I would be throttling you, you damn player,” Virgil mumbled with a tired laugh. He was murmuring along to the lyrics, holding out a hand to the teacher. “Come on, aren’t you going to dance with me?” For a moment, Logan felt like he had landed on an alien planet, because in no galaxy would this ever happen, but the moment passed as soon Logan realized, foreign planet or not, there was no way he would ever refuse.

He took Virgil’s hand with a sheepish smile, a silent apology for his lack of skill when it came to the aesthetic movement of his awkward limbs. Virgil didn’t seem to mind as they danced—well, to call it dancing would be pushing it. It was more like what Patton had once described as “moshing”, a frantic but energizing thrashing of arms and legs with no regards of what others thought. It was fun. Logan found that he actually liked it—or perhaps it was only because Virgil was dancing with him, and in a few minutes they would be grabbing coffee together like a real couple… of friends.

When at last the song ended, both of them were gasping for air as they laughed like the idiots they were. Logan was grinning so hard it hurt, but he found he didn’t care. I like him. I really like him a lot.

For once, the thought didn’t scare him.

“I’m guessing you want to head to Bourbon Coffee?” Virgil was asking him. Logan nodded wordlessly, unable to speak as he regained his breath. Virgil smiled softly. “I’ll go change, then. I’ve shown up wearing pyjamas too many times, they’ll probably kick me out this time.” Virgil hurried inside to change out of his night clothes, leaving Logan alone with Roman and the new person.

“We haven’t met before, I’m Logan Guiscard,” he introduced, holding out a hand to them. Their eyes flickered over Logan for a moment.

“Desmond Inoni. Call me Dee. You’re the teacher Virgil’s obsessed with,” the man stated cooly, amused as Logan blushed furiously, spluttering incessantly. The teacher was unable to voice his objections further, as Virgil came running out, hopping on one foot as he shoved a black sneaker on. “You two have fun,” Dee called as they set off. Virgil flipped him off playfully over his shoulder as Logan motioned for him to get in the teacher’s car.

In ten minutes, they were sitting down in the cafe with their hot coffee. Logan had gotten a simple black coffee, with about a bucket of added sugar, and Virgil had ordered some complex drink the bartender seemed to have had memorized. They sat in a corner booth by the window, enjoying the company of some calming, though probably fake, spider plants. Logan tried his best to be inconspicuous as he studied Virgil Savage, the mystery himself. He studied the way Virgil bobbed slightly to the cliché electro swing, the way the sunlight lit up the dusk in his eyes, the way his lips curved when he smiled as he spoke about his short-lived endeavor to become a musician to pay his way through college.

“What about you?” Virgil inquired. “How did you pay for college?”

“I won a scholarship by writing about astronomy. Being a teaching assistant helped to pay for the rest,” he explained. “I had to work quite hard to keep my scholarship, so I never had as many chances to make relationships—platonic or otherwise.” He caught Virgil’s gaze as he mumbled, “This is actually the first time I’ve been out with someone besides my brother and his partner…” Virgil’s eyes visibly widened in disbelief.

“Never?!” Logan shook his head, less melancholic than the last time he had mused over the young adulthood he never had. Somehow, sharing his woes with his neighbor lessened their meaning. Virgil took a sip of his drink before continuing, looking out beneath his thick eyelashes. “…I’m glad you thought my company was worthy enough for you, Logan.”

Logan knew he would treasure the way Virgil said his name for eons, forever and ever until the final star burned out and left the universe dark. He would always remember the way his heart skipped a beat, something slotting into place. Even if nothing came of this experience, even if by some reason he never saw Virgil again, even if the world ended right that moment and he was the last being alive, he would know that he had fallen in love with Virgil Savage.

But his neighbor was not meant to be his soulmate. Virgil didn’t love him.

“Logan? You okay?” Virgil was waving his hand in front of his face, worry swimming in his eyes. “You kinda disassociated for a moment. Don’t worry, I do it all the time.” Logan almost chuckled at Virgil’s small blush. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he promised. “Just… glad you think my company is worth an early rise.” Virgil cracked a smile with a huff, shaking his head.

“Don’t think this changes things,” he warned. “I have a whole playlist you’re going to fall asleep to.”

“That would sound adorable and affectionate if I didn’t know what a scoundrel you truly are,” Logan fired back with a smirk of his own. “I promise I’ll have my own songs to share with you in the early morning hours.” Virgil laughed loud enough to draw the attention of other patrons, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

They sat and talked for what must have been hours, trading anecdotes, questions, and life advice. He learned that Virgil had grown up half an hour away in the backwoods of suburbia, that his favorite color was violet, his favorite animal was a bird of paradise because their dances were beautiful and stupid at the same time, that his parents were divorced but were still friends, that his biggest wish as a young, dumb kid was to be an astronaut and die among the stars. In return, he told Virgil about himself, how his mother had died when he was nine but he loved his stepmother just as much, how his adoration of space began when an astronaut came to his school, how his favorite article of clothing was an old baggy sweatshirt from his first year teaching.

Yet all good things must come to an end, and eventually Virgil had to ruefully apologize that he had an appointment he needed to go to, and had to leave.

He watched Virgil leave wistfully, stirring what remained of his coffee with a cheap plastic stick as he let his thoughts wander over mountains and meadows. Somehow, by some chance, he was in love with Virgil Savage.

Even if Virgil never loved him back, he would make sure to cherish him. He would love and he would lose, yes, but he knew it would be better than to love and to imagine what could have been.

The climax to it all came about a week later, after many continued meetups. Virgil had been hinting at some big finale to it all for the past few days, and Logan was both incredibly excited and incredibly terrified of what his neighbor was planning.

It happened on a clear October night, just as Logan was winding down from a particularly tiring day. Patton was packed and ready to leave tomorrow morning, already sleep despite the early evening hour, and as much as his puns and jokes exasperated Logan to no end, he was going to miss his brother.

The teacher was sitting at the dining room table, finishing up reading a student’s paper. He rubbed at his fluttering eyelids, trying to keep himself from falling asleep as he took another sip from his water, determined to have all his papers graded before he went to sleep. He glanced at his watch every few minutes, chastising himself for checking so often as though he were waiting for something, quickly righting his course of focus back to his yet-to-be-graded papers.

He was about to call it a night and resign himself to an early morning finishing yesterday’s work when it happened. Through the window, which he had left open so he could enjoy the sounds of the night, came the telltale beginnings of trouble, a faint rumble Logan had come to recognize as a bassline emanating from his neighbor’s house.

As he began to hear the lyrics, he tipped back his head with a groan that couldn’t decide whether it wanted to be exasperated or amused. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me…” he muttered as he pushed away from the table to stumble to the window and stand bewildered at the apparent absence of life in the Savage household. Not even a bedroom light was on inside, and it seemed either Virgil had fallen asleep to The All-American Rejects, or this was Virgil’s finale. He knew it was the latter.

Sighing, he pushed away from the table with a clatter of his chair. Running a hand through unkempt tangles of hair, Logan all but shoved the door open and walked out into the brisk night, letting the overwhelming intensity of the song wash over him and take all worries of the papers on his kitchen table away from his mind. Then he noticed movement from one of the windows, and Logan knew to prepare himself for an overly dramatic performance that would have cemented his love for his neighbor if the secret space enthusiasm and the wistful eyes hadn’t already done so.

Logan’s hypothesis proved correct when the bridge of the song began, and people poured out of the house, just like in the music video—which he had watched dozens of times, in a long playlist titled “virgil’s favorites -- memorize!!”, because if he was going to be in love with the man, he might as well know more about what he liked.

And, just like in the music video, they began chanting the ever-plaguing verse as Virgil, playing the role of Tyson Ritter, strutted slowly and calmly down the steps to the teacher’s driveway, where Logan was waiting for him, an exasperated smirk greeting his neighbor.

As soon as Virgil was within an earshot, Logan called to him. “Is this your finale, then?” Virgil’s eyes lit up with playfulness as he stood toe to toe with the teacher, his grin bigger than a full moon.

“Was it too predictable for you?” Virgil retorted with a glimmer of affection in his voice.

“Perhaps,” Logan replied in the same dramatic air as Virgil. “Though I’m beginning to think maybe it’s because I’m rubbing off on you.”

“And maybe it’s because I’m letting you rub off on me. Maybe I like it,” Virgil laughed as he stepped but an inch closer. Logan could see the little discolored speckles in Virgil’s eyes now, from how close they were. Almost close enough to kiss, his brain supplied (un)helpfully.

At once, Logan’s entire demeanor changed. They were close enough to kiss, weren’t they? He’d been fantasizing about it on more than one occasion, though Logan always classified them as nothing but. Nothing but fantasies to tuck away for reminiscing. But here, under starlight, with Virgil looking like a Lunar Queen, with those mesmerizing eyes trapping his, those fantasies seemed more like memories.

“Logan,” Virgil whispered. And like that, the spell was broken. Logan broke from his dreaming to hear a silent night once more, the song having ended without his notice. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Virgil beat him to it. “Look up.”

And, oh, wasn’t that a sight.

“I was wondering why you weren’t outside watching the meteor shower, and when I texted Patton, he said you were grading papers. Can you believe it? Missing the coolest thing in the world for a couple of dead trees?” Virgil was saying, his voice soft and gentle as a blanket.

Logan, of course, was too busy looking to hear him.

Not looking at the meteor shower—oh, no, no. As gorgeous as the black-blue-purple swashes of paint across the heavens was, as breath-taking as the falling stars were, as inspiring as the night sky captured in pure happiness was, none of it compared to the beauty he was so enraptured by—the beauty, of course, being the look of pure awe in Virgil’s eyes as he watched the meteors shoot across the sky.

Without thinking, Logan leaned over, and kissed him.

It was brief, but as soon as he pulled away, he said, “I think I love you.” Just to cement it, of course. To make sure Virgil knew.

The man in question stared at Logan, his eyes wide with surprise, and lips parted in an unspoken gasp. Virgil said nothing. He only grabbed the back of Logan’s neck and pulled him for a second, better kiss.

Two shooting stars crossed the sky together above them, as if in love.

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Heyy, so, idk if you ever watched "Rio", but I was rewatching it, and there's the blue and jewel dance. So I was wondering, do you think there's any RWBY ship that fit in the context of that scene ? I mean, maybe there aren't but I cant help, I love that movie, and I love that scene XDXDXD anyway, what do u think ? have a nice day !!! =D ♡

HiyaLethie!I know I still have to answer your last question from before about your suggestionfor Oscar’s theme. I currently have a bit of a backlog of messages to sift through and answer so that plus my generalbusy schedule during the week with school has left me with not getting much of achance to answer your question as yet. Sorry about that but I’ll get to iteventually XD

Anyways,let’s answer this recent question at least, shall we? I’ve seen Rio 2but have admittedly never seen its first movie believe it or not. However Ilooked up the scene you mentioned. It’s the ‘I Wanna Party’ sceneright? Because that’s the scene that comes up when I look it up on YouTube. Letme know if otherwise.

“So I waswondering, do you think there's any RWBY ship that fit in the context of thatscene?”

Aww Lethie,you should know very well which RWBY ship I’m going to relate this to, right?Like the Nae-Nae song, you already know what it is. Or rather who itis.

Obviously the ship that comes to mind is RoseGarden of course. The scenefrom Rio is making me think back to that RWBY SquiggleScript I wrote before about Team FNKIinviting RWBY and JNPR out to party with them. The two birdssinging; the red and yellow birds (sorry not familiar with their names)definitely make me think of Flynn and Neon.

LikeI’m picturing a scene where Flynn and Neon perform for a crowd at a local rave joint inlower Atlas. Perhaps outside of Atlas Academy, Team FNKI are actually a band with Neon Katt as the lead singer.Now I’m imagining Flynn and Neon inviting the heroes out to one of theirconcerts and during the performance, the heroes really get into the groove asFNKI’s show really gets the crowd excited and dancing.

Ofcourse everyone starts to dance, including Ruby who is pulled onto the dance floorby Oscar. Perhaps for the Atlas Arc, the heroes can have two occasions to hang out and explore the citywith FNKI. One being the roller disco idea I brought up before and the second being an actualconcert where their FNKI friends perform.

NowI’m picturing Neon actually performing her classic theme from V2. Picture Neon singing Neon.Up until this point, Weiss Schnee hasbeen the only RWBY character confirmed to have singing talent in the canon withCasey Lee Williams providing her singing voice. It’d be nice if we could haveanother female character besides Weiss who can sing. Maybe Weiss and Neon could even perform a littleduet together.

Likeimagine a moment were Neon rolls up to Weiss and asks her if she could sing.And when Weiss says yes, Neon gets all excited and informs Weiss about how sheand FNKI sometimes perform little concerts from time to time to as a side job. Neon even invitesWeiss to sing with her the next timeshe performs and surprisingly, Weiss agrees. I would actually really like tosee something like this done for the Atlas Arc.

The only times we’veseen Weiss perform is during concerts hosted by the Schnee Dust Company. Weisshas only ever sung to fuel the agendas of her father.

Soto have Weiss perform outside of her family affairs while actually having fun with her performance this rounds; instead of itbeing in compliance or defiance with herfather’s wishes could be great for her. I just want to see Weiss sing outside ofthe SDC. If FNKI is indeed a band in the canon, perhaps they can even set thatup for Weiss. Imagine…FNKI evenapproaching Weiss with the idea of singing a small concert for a crowd that wasn’t rich Atlesian elites thather father wished to rub elbows with. That could be pretty cool especially forthe her character upcoming story arc for V7.

Plus,apart from that…whatif…there’s karaoke. Picture FNKI inviting the gang out to karaoke andwe get some pretty hilarious performances from other characters like Jaune for example. Then again, Miles Luna actually has adecent singing voice. I’ll give him that. The man singlehandedly sung the Camp Camptheme song. Oh lord, now I’m imagining a pretty meta moment where Jaune sings theCamp Camp theme song in main RWBY aspart of karaoke. I know it made a cameo in Chibi but…imagine if the main seriesdecides to do this as a gag. Might not happen but…picture itfor a second.

Anywhozzits,getting back on track with my answer. Imagine FNKI’s concert is Ruby’s secondinstance out dancing with everyoneand at this point, Ruby has actually grown more comfortable dancing thanks toOscar helping her out of her shell on the dance floor.

Inreference to Rio, I’m actually torn between which Rosebud represents Blu and Jewel.The figurative response would be to have Oscar be Blue andRuby be Jewel.However going off my favourite Pinehead headcanon whichpaints Oscar as a good dancer, I feel like Oscar could be Jewel in thisinstance with Ruby being the one enamoured by Oscar’s moves on the dance floor.

Thenagain, since this concept reflects on Ruby’s second time dancing with Oscar…maybethis round, Oscaris pleasantly surprised that Ruby is the one eager to get up and dance with him as she practically pulls him into a groove with herand the two honest souls share a dance together for a second time.

NowI’m picturing Oscar definitely as Blu in this moment with he and Ruby moving incomplete sync with each other on the dance floor. All culminating in the momentwhere Oscar just stops, gazing in awe at Ruby’s jubilant form unable to containher content laughter as she enjoyed herself.

Inthat moment, Oscar couldn’t explain what it was---he didn’t know if it was themusic or the flashing colours but something about the moment just made Ruby gofrom being Oscar’s friend who he was happily enjoying dancing with to the mostbeautiful girl in the room. And as much Ruby couldn’t help but laugh as herswaying hips danced circles around Oscar, urging him to stop staring and dancewith her, Oscar couldn’t help but stare completely entranced.

SoI guess when I really think of this scene, Oscar is definitely Blu. Just as howthe red and yellow birds can be Flynn and Neon respectively performing togetherto bring on the FNK. I can even see Nora being the Toucan, encouraging Oscarwith dancing with Ruby.

Pictureif this is how Oscar comes to realize his true feelings for Ruby. In almostevery romance story, there is cupid moment. The moment where the characterrealizes that they are in love with their potential crushes/love interest.

Remember how I saidbefore that Oscar probably already has a crush on Ruby butis too much of a dum-dum to his own heart torealize it yet. Picture a moment like this being how Oscar realizes it.

Picturea moment like this, being Oscar’s spark of love wherehe finally comes to see that Ruby means more to him. Picture a moment like this when RubyRose goes from being the Silver Eyed girl who Oscar admires to Oscar’s bestfriend to Oscar’s crush. The girl he admires to the girl he likes and ultimately thegirl he loves. Looking forward toseeing this transgression but for now, it’s a theory.

Whaddayathink Lethie?Hope that answers your question m’friend. Have a good day too!

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019

#squiggles answers: rwby #oscar pine #ruby rose #oscar and ruby #rwby rosegarden #rwby theories #lethiepie

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I see it this way. To Kill a Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby, Lolita to name a few are harmful and problematic but for years and years the school system requires these books to be read by 14-15 y/os. Also, a lot of classics we're forced to read are pretty racist. I didn't know if at 14/15 if I had a choice to skip them, but I felt like I had no choice. Now schools try to ban books like The Hunger Games, The Scarlett Letter, even Harry Potter. (1/5)

But now we have something called “Banned Books Week” where libraries and schools put them on a shelf for us to read b/c it promotes analytical thinking and the government shouldn’t be allowed to censor books. Not to mention, if I read a problematic book in a college level English class, the only way to prove my point is by reading the source material. A college professor would laugh me out of university if I wrote my paper like this: “Lolita is problematic because my friend said so.” (2/5)

I’m aware that there are some people who read these books b/c they get the giggles from doing whatever they please, but I honestly think it’s important for discourse for people to read those books if the content isn’t triggering to them specifically. For instance, with Carve the Mark I have read multiple reviews by POC on blogs and Booktube who did not see the racism AT all (the chronic pain issue is another story). I’m a POC so I decided to listen to other POC. If I had just listened to (3/5)

two non-POC say, “It’s racist! Don’t read it!” I’d never know how those two opinions might have been skewed a little. The natural course of action would be to seek out the source itself and read the book or listen to more than two opinions. As it stands, the CTM doesn’t interest me at all so I haven’t read it, but I based my opinion on people who DID read it anyway and were people like me. I personally can’t listen to a handful of people claim something until I have the source or context. (4/5)

I wouldn’t read a problematic book just to be funny and try to offend people, but because I can’t know what I’m talking about unless I have more information. If I went to college and my professor asked me to write a paper on CTM and my paper said, “Based on my sources from Goodreads, this book is problematic, here’s *their* opinion, not mine” the professor would fail me. Anyway, that’s just my thoughts. I get where you’re coming from but I just wanted to offer another explanation. (5/5)

6. Sorry, last thing!! Obviously, if a book is blatantly homophobic especially if written by someone who is NOT queer and the LGBT+ community says so, I personally would NOT read that book. If it relates to race, as I’m a POC I just feel obligated to seek out more information b/c many non-POC have claimed racism when, I, as a POC did not see any (or vice versa). It depends case-by-case for me. I know this was long…

Hiya! No worries about it being long, I’m really interested by this sort of thing so I’m happy to discuss it. I do understand what you’re saying, and I don’t disagree that it’s good to try and get all of the information so that you can form your own opinions however I do want to raise a few points.

You said that when it comes to books critiqued for racism you might read them anyway as a person of colour, but not if it was a book critiqued for homophobia. I think that’s a super important distinction to make there - because that’s you wanting to find out for yourself something that impacts your own lived experience. I don’t see that as harmful in any way, it’s you that’s being affected by it so you have a right to do whatever you want regarding that. It’s great that you listen to the LGBT+ community as well though, that’s what I’d love to see more of - white people listening to people of colour on issues impacting them, cis het allo people listening to LGBT+ people on issues impacting us, able-bodied people listening to disabled people and so on.

The issue with buying them just to find out for yourself what’s going on is that the publishers don’t know or care why you bought it. All they care is that they got your money. And if they get enough money then they’ll publish more books like that which is really the opposite of what we want. People can write whatever they like of course, I can’t stop them but I hope the aim for most of us is to get better and better representation. So it’s best not to buy these books if you can and prevent that from happening - but especially if you’re not the person impacted by them as I said. That’s why I personally feel it’s best to avoid the most harmful books as much as possible.

On your point about books like Lolita and To Kill A Mockingbird being potentially problematic, I don’t disagree with you however I think we have to take older books a little differently to books being written now. Attitudes at the time were different and - while that doesn’t make them right or okay in ANY way - we have progressed since then. Classes should discuss problematic elements and dissect them absolutely. But someone who writes something problematic now is a far far different problem than older books with outdated views.

Of course, all books (and films and shows and people) are problematic to some degree. It’s impossible not to be. When I say I found a book problematic I genuinely mean that the premise is narrative is so inherently flawed or harmful that it’s just not redeemable. As opposed to a book that only has one or two problematic lines in it in which case I would draw attention to those lines to warn people who may be hurt by it, but I would not discourage people from reading it.

Also, I do think it’s important to consider that even within a community or marginalised group, we all have different experiences and while we personally might find something okay, that doesn’t mean it’s not still harmful. Personally, I have read Carve The Mark because unfortunately I had ordered it before I heard about the issues and I made an effort before reading to read as many reviews as I could find (positive and negative) by people of colour. What I found was that while some weren’t offended or hurt by the issues, the issues being talked about definitely were there. Just different people take offence to different things. And I think that’s the case for a lot of problematic books - the issue is there, it just might not affect everyone.

Similarly, this is why I don’t like own voices books being critiqued as problematic - for example, I’ve seen reviews of a book by a bisexual author being called problematic because the bi main character is promiscious. Because everyone even in a community is so different we also have different ideas of what good rep looks like. And while being promiscious is a bi stereotype I’d like straight people to stay the heck away from, bi promiscious people do exist and them writing their own stories shouldn’t be critiqed for that.

At the end of the day, these are just my views and I’m not gonna jump on you if you disagree or if you read a book that I found to be harmful. I just want people to be aware and critical of these issues. Sometimes problematic fiction can cause real life harm or at least mirror it - black people being portrayed as violent savages in Carve The Mark does nothing to help black people being perceived as violent thugs in real life for example. If people choose to read it anyway then I can’t stop them, but ideally, I’d at least like them to be aware of those issues so they can discuss it and minimise the harm caused.

And that is why I never shut up about representation.

#problematic books #representation matters #booklr

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hiya drew, what are a couple bands/songs you'd recommend for someone interested in getting into classic rock? I hope you're having a great day

hey anon! this is an extremely loaded question! sdfjdfkgjd (and i’m really flattered you’re askin me, because, omg, it’s an honor)

(under a read more bc i talk too god damn much)

okay. lemme preface this by saying i barely scratch the surface when it comes to classic rock. in fact i just like the “popular” classic rock bands, because i’m a hipster loser (and i grew up on some of this stuff and don’t really have much of an interest venturing further but hey, who knows, maybe i’ll expand my spotify library in due time)

there are people on this website in the CR fandom who are so much better equipped to answer this, but u asked me, and i never really bothered to integrate into the cr fandom anyway because i feel like theyre all cooler than me and i just wanna sit down and listen to like, the same two albums on repeat, but anyway. to answer your question…

it really just depends on what genre you like. what kind of music you want to get into; i can sit here and tell you to listen to pink floyd and go on about their significance but i can’t make you Like them yknow?

so…..i’m just gonna list a few of my favorite songs by the most well-known classic rock bands because, like i said i just kind of barely scratch the surface on the classic rock format as a whole

as some of you may be aware, i am drew “beatlefucker” angelshane (thanks ana) and to get these bug boys out of the way, i’ll give u some song recs from the beatles! (early 1960s to 1970) (genres: rock, pop, psychedelia)

surely you’ve heard of them; if not, they caused a huge uproar across the world called beatlemania. think of like…tumblr, as a planet, and the beatles is the newest, hottest anime of the season, and everybody’s got a huge heart boner for them. because that’s basically what it was.

here are some of their songs that have been in my head for the past few days: drive my car (rubber soul, 1965); eleanor rigby (revolver, 1966); and if i fell (a hard day’s night, 1964)

revolver is the most recent album i’ve listened to, they have more but the next proper Album is sgt. pepper and that feels…like. so much. it’s a Huge Album, both content-wise and…history-wise? anyway, it’s very intimidating for me and i think i want to take my time with it before i rush in

i’m just gonna get led zeppelin (late 1960s to 1980, some reunions sprinkled here and there,) out of the way, now, too. (genres: hard rock, blues rock, folk rock, heavy metal)

let me just say right here: i hate jimmy page. as a person. and i honestly think most of his solos aren’t…that great. but for real, i won’t tolerate any of that ugly shithead on my blog and just because i like LZ doesn’t mean i condone any of the shit he did.

(you’ll notice a trend, especially in the older bands, that controversy is super common. u can’t..really get into classic rock without having to see the darker side of your faves. it sucks, nobody’s perfect, and i don’t agree with separating the artist from the art, but it does get hard to like certain music when you know the shit that happened with certain artists.)

Anyway! that being said, i truthfully only really listen to led zeppelin and led zeppelin ii. some physical graffiti but, eh. So, if you wanted to get into lz, you’re askin the wrong person, is what i’m saying jfkgsdj

here’s my song recs: good times bad times and dazed and confused (led zeppelin, 1968); whole lotta love and ramble on (led zeppelin ii, 1969); kashmir (physical graffiti, 1975)

and honestly the JP thing is why i don’t really listen to LZ much outside of their self titled and lz2. cos like. i just can’t.

QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN (1970s to…now? personally, if freddie mercury isn’t involved then..is it really queen) (genre: rock)

if you don’t know who queen is, you know who queen is. bohemian rhapsody? of course you know that song. everyone does.

but if you don’t then that’s perfectly ok too. it’s a good song imo. not their Best, but it’s good

i gotta be honest, i listen to singles mostly. i’ve got a lot on my proverbial plate and while i Love freddie mercury (bi king) sometimes i’m just. not in the headspace for queen. they’re good but a certain specific set of circumstances need to happen where i feel aligned with queen music enough to listen to it. also, freddie’s death makes me really sad and if i think about it too hard i’ll get depressed.

here’s my favorite queen songs!!!

brighton rock and killer queen (sheer heart attack, 1974); you’re my best friend (a night at the opera, 1975); somebody to love and GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY (a day at the races, 1976); TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU (made in heaven, 1996)

honestly..queen is so influential and inspiring and i fucking love freddie mercury so like. those are just a few of my favorites. i could honestly go on forever about it but let’s stop there

now let’s get away from the boys and talk about stevie nicks because she is my mother and i would die in her place given the chance. i love her. I Love Her.

but i mean you’d probably better begin at fleetwood mac (late 1960s to the mid 1990s; late 1990s to …now?) (genres: pop rock, soft rock, blues rock, art pop, british blues)

this is a band i don’t know much about. because there’s apparently so much to know about them, so much inter-band dynamic drama. from what i’ve skimmed. So Much Drama.

i…can’t provide any songs for you, because i dont listen to fleetwood mac and i need to fix this ASAP but i feel like the time isn’t right yet. is that dumb of me to think? probably, but i’m gonna stick by my guns.

you should listen to fleetwood mac and tell me what you think!!!

(yes i included a portion on stevie nicks without giving song recs because i’m awful: listen to edge of seventeen, bella donna, 1981)

okay back to smelly dudes cos that’s all the world fuckin cares about i guess

pink floyd!!! (mid 1960s to mid 1990s, mid 2000s, and early/mid 2010s) (genres: progrock, art rock, psychedelic rock)

i mean i love them but i’m just dipping my toes in the water here. i’ve barely listened to them, but from what i’ve heard they’re very good. VERY politically driven. i cannot stress this enough. they’re the good kind of politics i think though

you’ve most definitely seen the album art for the dark side of the moon. like, you just have. there’s probably no way you couldn’t have. (but if u haven’t thats fine)

here’s some tunes: money (tdsotm, 1973); the wall. just. the wall. if you love concept albums, here you go. listen to the wall.

that’s all i got. pathetic, i know, but i’m workin my way up i promise

here’s where we get into more familiar territory. ..having said that, i don’t really know much about the history of the rolling stones, but a good friend of mine Does and maybe i can pry info out of her. but i won’t bc she’s too cool 4 school and she’s really great

anyway, the rolling stones!!! (early 1960s to like. now i guess) (genres: rock, blues, blues rock, rock and roll)

woof. what can be said about them really. there’s…..almost too much to say. i love them a lot.

Okay when i get into bands, its in my DNA to listen from the very earliest recording i can find (usually on spotify nowadays) so i’ve been sslowly working my way past the baby pebbles albums (mostly covers) to their original work (fun fact did you know john and paul of beatles fame wrote their own music, and when mick and keith of stones fame found out it was In Fact That Easy they began to write their own music too? fascinating.)

ANYWAY here’s some stones songs: gimme shelter and you can’t always get what you want (let it bleed, 1969); angie (goats head soup, 1973); sympathy for the devil (beggars banquet, 1968)

again i am….Slowly inching my way up their discography. snails pace. i’ll get there. (u can ask glimmerkeith on tumblr for stones song recs, bc shes great and knows much more than i do and i would die for jenn)

now here’s a band…….that i’ve rediscovered pretty recently. try, last week.

AC/DC!!!!!!!! (early 1970s to now) (genres: hard rock, blues rock, rock and roll)

this is Very Much Your Dads™ Music. probably. most likely, anyway. but listen: i saw them in concert once and (while it probably…wasnt the best experience for me) i had a fucking Blast. very sad things happened in this band in the last few months.

not recent, but very important, in 1980 their lead singer bon scott died and everyone was sad. then brian johnson came out with his fuckin voice and everyone was like “ok sweet lets get back to rock n’ roll”

so this will be split by scott’s era and the johnson era (heh heh) And, because i’m familiar with this band, i’ll list the album in question and name a few songs off it instead of just naming songs. because yes.

scott:

T.N.T (1975); it’s a long way to the top (if you wanna rock ‘n’ roll); T.N.T; high voltage

dirty deeds done dirt cheap (1976); dirty deeds done dirt cheap (edit: i just realized how much i actually hate this album and only like that song so WHOOPS but i wanna keep the formatting so, yknow)

let there be rock (1977); let there be rock; whole lotta rosie

highway to hell (1979); highway to hell (it just felt really weird, making a reclist of songs by ac/dc and Not including this one)

johnson:

back in black (1980); HELLS BELLS; shoot to thrill; given the dog a bone; back in black; you shook me all night long

for those about to rock we salute you (1981); for those about to rock (we salute you)

the razors edge (1990); thunderstruck

making this list, it hit me how much of bon scott i actually Listen to when i listen to ac/dc dfkjghjdfksdsfj but uh yeah those. are good

AND NOW…FOR THE FUCKIN MOMENT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR

GUNS! AND! ROSES! (mid 1980s to NOW MOTHERFUCKERS!!! THEYRE BACK!!! well, touring at least) (genres: hard rock, heavy metal

arguably my favorite band. subjectively, my favorite classic rock band. objectively? they own a huuuge portion of my heart, and my ass.

so listen up: these two kids from indiana run away to california to get out of fucking indiana, because who wants to stay in indiana, (it’s more like, one gets out, and like a year later the other kid tries to find him in the big mean streets of L.A) and along the way they get shuffled in and out of bands together. they start bands, break up bands, the whole fuckin shebang.

and then a few chance miracles happen and suddenly guns n’ roses is formed in like 1985. my boys? those are my boys.

i’m gonna do what i did w ac/dc and bullet the albums and then i’m gonna talk about the albums because i got SHIT to SAY

appetite for destruction (1987); welcome to the jungle, out ta get me, paradise city, sweet child o’ mine, ROCKET QUEEN

all right so here’s the deal, it was very hard not picking every single song on the album because every single song on the album is fucking perfection. actual gold. there’s no flaws in this album. Nothing. everything is good and perfect and i’m not biased at all

did you know axl rose (one of the boys from indiana) recorded each line individually? so, he sang a line, and then stopped recording, and then started recording the next line because he wanted it to be perfect?

did you know appetite was originally a flop album but after this dude got the guys at MTV to play the music video for Jungle at like 5am, guns n’ roses BLEW THE FUCK UP. Everybody know about them practically overnight. it was surreal and really cool, apparently.

and did you know axl played the synthesizer in paradise city? that’s adorable. i fucking love him.

gn’r lies (1988); patience; used to love her

the first four tracks in this EP are from their very first EP ever recorded - it Sounds like it’s taken from a live show but they dubbed in the audience in post, to make it seem like they had huge crowds attending their shows when in reality that wasn’t the case. (their first ep was released in december 1986, they had loyal fans but the crowd wasn’t that rowdy until after appetite came out)

believe me when i tell you. don’t listen to one in a million. or like, do. but i’m not gonna fight anyone about this. it’s fucked up. i’m not defending axl at all and i actually struggled with liking guns after i listened to it.

but unfortunately here we are and i saw them in concert and i had to deal with some fuckhead in the row behind me and his friend who kept Shouting that they play the song, when nobody on stage could her them, and like. of course they wouldn’t play it today. fuck off man

use your illusion i (1991); right next door to hell; dust n’ bones; perfect crime; november rain; BAD APPLES; COMA

i tried to limit these to five songs an album but i fuckin can’t, anon. illusion1 is just so fucking perfect. i can’t choose between my children. pls forgive me

on dust n’ bones and double talkin’ jive is izzy stradlin doing vocals (the second indiana boy, the one who left indiana first) and he’s regarded as the most unnderrated member in gnr by like everybody. so much so that it’s almost…too much. but like basically he was addicted to drugs and everything and then he sobered up when everyone else in the band was still hooked and he was like “wtf i’m out” and axl was like noooo :(

use your illusion ii (1991); civil war; 14 years; GET IN THE RING; locomotive; estranged; you could be mine

UYI1 and 2 were released on the same day. can you imagine how fuckin wild that day was? gnr fans scrambled to their record stores by the hordes probably.

izzy does vocal work in 14 years and this album was his last contribution to the band

uhhhh this album is also fucking perfect but i get sad listening to it sometimes so i try not to? very emotionally driven work. but like, where UYI1 was mostly passionate and angry-ish based, UYI2 is much more contemplative and uhh. sad. i guess.

“the spaghetti incident?” (1993)

this is a cover album and also the last album to feature my love, my soul, my light, my heart, slash. also duff. i mean i love him probably almost just as much but, yeah. duff actually looks like my cousin’s dad so i can’t really…. um. i feel weird about talking about him kjdfgd

but SLASH my god what a perfect man. i love him more than almost everything.

hey fun fact in between UYI and TSI, guns n’ roses toured with metallica and that tour is when slash, In His Autobiography, said he “lost” axl. his word. he Lost axl.

axl rose is a whole fuckin…..topic for another time, and i’m not gonna get into my own bullshit here, but that’s basically the situation when you listen to TSI. the band is fractured and barely holding together. after TSI, slash and duff leave GNR and axl is the only original member from the band still in it

(of course that opens up a conversation of who was originally in guns n’ roses but that’s another discourse for another time)

CHINESE DEMOCRACY (2008); CHINESE DEMOCRACY; BETTER; THERE WAS A TIME; SORRY; MADAGASCAR; PROSTITUTE

I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS. ALBUM. MORE THAN I COULD EVER EXPRESS. everyone says it’s “not gnr” of COURSE it isn’t gnr, when YOU think of GNR, you see slash. and like, i love slash? but he didn’t make the band. EVERYONE - axl, izzy, steven, duff, And slash made the band. after steven was kicked, gnr lost a huge part of what made them stand out, what made the band unique.

and like, fuck, i love dizzy. i love all of the new additions. but you cannot. fucking look me in the eyes and tell me you love UYI But you hate CD because it’s “not gnr”. like. fuck you man.

ugh anyway. i just gotta let y’all know my Stance on this. i love chinese democracy. i’ll defend this album with my fucking life. i was really…disappointed when, at my concert, i didn’t hear more CD but like i also saw slash in person (albeit, from far away, but we shared the same arena and that’s. more than i can handle)

i wanna get lyrics from prostitute tattooed on my body.

also like you can’t tell me better and sorry aren’t about slash sorry but that’s just the fuckin tea

Now, listen, this ask got away from me. i didn’t include…SO many bands because, like i said, i just scratch the surface of what classic rock is. my word isn’t law, ok? that bein said, i am always, ALWAYS down to talk about any of the bands here, and others!!! if i know of them. i’m always taking music/song recs, too.

thanks..for reading this stupid answer to your innocent ask sdfkjghsdf

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nevillelongsbottom · 7 years

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thank you guys so much for the love and support on my last set of george/neville hcs!!!! gotta have it in italics because i’m so, so pleased that i could share this ship with you, and because i accidentally dragged everyone into this, i have written more, focused around music - and i know that their song is a slightly overused one, but i love the song, and i think it’s emotional and exactly the kind of song to fall in love to - tagging @zaxkmerrick, who asked to be tagged, please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the future!

the minute percy leaves hogwarts is the same minute that fred and george come in carting a giant record player and with two armfuls of records

neville’s never really paid much attention to fred and george beyond their pranks - he tries to ignore them, really, and keep out of their way, lest he become a new test subject

but he’s certainly interested in the record player - he knows his parents loved music, but he’s never been allowed to listen to their records, and he frantically writes to his uncle algie to try and convince him to send the records over

but it doesn’t work: his gran is formidable and doesn’t think he should be listening to them, thinks they’re a load of old rubbish

he doesn’t even know what the records are, and sits sometimes leafing through the ones in the common room, wondering if these were what his parents listened to, once upon a time

george sits down next to him one day, looking worn out

“whatcha looking for?” he asks, leaning over

“it’s nothing,” neville says, shaking his head

george, whether it’s because he knows not to pry or just isn’t interested, nods his head and doesn’t say anything further on that, but he leans across neville

“what were you thinking of listening to?”

“oh, i don’t know, i don’t really listen...”

“you don’t listen!” george chokes. “listen, mate, i know it’s muggle music, but it’s still great - here, why don’t we start off with some dexys midnight runners...”

neville really does enjoy the album, and he’s still humming some of the tunes as he goes to bed, thinking that george is a lot nicer than he ever really gets credit for

and he doesn’t expect it to happen again, but a few nights later, when george is finally free from his three-day-long detention courtesy of one severus snape, he plonks down on the sofa next to neville and asks “what next?”

“you know the music,” neville points out

“i’m interested to see what you would pick,” george says with a big and mischievous grin and, wondering what on earth is going on in his head, neville sifts through the collection and picks a nice colourful record with what looks like a sun on it

“ooh, i love this one,” says george; he says it’s called screamadelica

and neville loves it - it’s cheerful and dance-y, and the whole common room seems to love it too, having just endured a whole night of joy division

he doesn’t expect george to continue, but night after night, when they can, they make their way through the collection of records, and neville finds his favourites

for the rest of the year, they do this; george watches neville fall in love with music, and neville falls head over heels for the act of setting the needle on the record and watching it spin out tune after tune

it’s horrible when he goes back home for the summer, and back into the silence: his gran still won’t let him listen to his parents’ records, and she’s too good of a witch for him to be able to break the wards keeping him from the music

in a final act of desperation on a thursday night in the middle of the summer, he sends an owl off to the burrow telling george he needs help with something, and could he please come as soon as he’s able, thank you very much, regards

george is there so early the next morning that he wakes neville up by throwing stones at his window like they’re in a trashy romance novel

neville groggily pulls open the window and peers outside, and it’s fucking george, all red hair and cheeky grin and multicoloured shirt, waving and yelling “hiya!”

this is ridiculous, thinks neville, but he’s smiling anyway as he hurries downstairs, pajama-clad, and lets george in

he explains his story and the problem and george even insists on being shown the door; it doesn’t budge at all, but he says he’ll have a think and maybe send an owl to bill in egypt if he can’t sort it out and would neville in the meantime like to come over to the burrow and enjoy listening to the sound of not-silence again

“what if your parents listened to pop crap?” george teases. “we’ll crack open that door and it’ll be abba, or the bee gees, or showaddywaddy”

“i’m sure they had better taste than that,” neville says, blushing

“just teasing,” george laughs, elbowing neville

fred and george have an infinitely better record collection in their own house, apparently a mix of charity shop and flea market finds and saving-up-their-money-from-wheezes buys, and though there’s a lot neville could listen to, he decides to listen to david bowie

“i’m totally gonna judge you based on which album you pick, keep that in mind,” george says warningly

neville’s hands hovers, and trembles a little

“i was just joking, nev!” george says, reaching out to steady his hand. “i love all bowie equally, and i don’t care what you listen to, so long as it isn’t boring. don’t worry, okay?”

“okay,” neville says, still a little uncertain, and he traps his hand around heroes

“ooh,” says george, “a classic - and the title track is so good!”

“it is, isn’t it?” neville smiles; he’s only heard it twice or so in the common room, but he can never seem to forget the tune, even though he forgets seemingly every other tune ever. “i like it a lot”

“yeah,” george says, reaching over and taking neville’s hand; it’s nice, warm but not sweaty, gentle, “my favourite bowie album, maybe”

leaving is terrible, but gran imposed a curfew, and he doesn’t want to anger her, and george knows all too well how intimidating a woman augusta longbottom is, so he doesn’t try and make neville stay, just hugs him before he leaves

“come back if you can,” is his only request, “and i’ll get on that door, right? i will crack that”

and he does: he’s figured it out by the next week, and he’s innocuous as possible to neville’s gran, but cackles like a witch in a muggle book when he opens the door, pushing it open with his shoulder

it’s an old storage room, an attic, covered in dust and full of boxes with old pictures and records and alice and frank’s belongings; neville ignores things like their clothes for now, but grabs all the photo albums and records and george helps him carry down their record player and brings it back to life

“she’ll be so mad if we play it,” neville says when george is about to play one of their records, one by the commodores, “george, you shouldn’t-”

“nev, you are allowed to play music and do what you want,” george says indignantly, and he puts his hand over neville’s, guiding it over to the record player, “and you are most definitely entitled to listen to your parents’ records”

they get chased out by neville’s gran, of course, because she sure isn’t taking shit from a weasley, but she lets neville go over to the burrow whenever he wants to, because she’s glad to see that he has friends... so long as they’re not causing trouble in her house

and george is perfectly content to sit up in his room with neville just listening to his parents’ records and discuss them - fuck, he’s spent however many years out playing quidditch, he deserves a break

“your parents had good taste,” he says, lying at the foot of his bed while neville lies at the head. “have you ever thought about taking the record player to them and playing them their old records?”

“no,” neville says shyly, “gran, she...”

“let’s do it now,” george says, “come on!”

neville’s nervous about it, but the staff seem fine with it and maybe it’s just his gran rubbing off on him, and george hefts his record player into the ward, setting it down and bidding hello to mr and mrs longbottom

“thank you for your son’s immaculate taste,” he says, and though they seem the same as ever, neville swears they seem happier, even if it’s just for the music being there and not from their memories of it

he tries to hide it, but he’s a little tearful when he leaves, and george grins at him and holds his hand

“they’d be proud of you, you know”

neville has never been in love, has never expected to be in love, has long since decided he’s destined for a life alone because he’s such a loser-

but god, he loves george

george, who has so much time for him

george, who’ll listen to anything for him, who brings him records and makes sure he can listen to music, who lies flat out on his bed and just beams

and george, who holds his hand and smiles at him

neville’s never had someone look at him like he was worth so much before, who valued his opinion, who cared about him so much

george isn’t around at the end of the summer, but he sends letters anyway, always frequent, and neville can’t believe his eyes when a copy of david bowie’s heroes plops in through his window

“sorry i’m not here, but i thought you might like this” it says, and neville does like this; he fucking loves it, and he’s so happy he thinks he could just die right then and there

but he doesn’t, and he’s glad he doesn’t, because when he gets to hogwarts in september, george is waiting for him; once they’ve unpacked, everyone else packs off to bed soon after dinner from the exhaustion of the journey, but george and neville stay up, and they put heroes on the record player together

“best record ever,” says george

“i love it,” says neville

and as the first few chords of “heroes” play, he leans forward and lets his hands wind around george, and george can’t stop smiling, and he’s just so beautiful, and neville loves him when he’s boisterous and being troublesome and loves him when he’s quiet and gentle like this and neville will love him any way

he’s beat to the punch, because george isn’t patient and george kisses him first

“one of these days, we should find a new album to listen to,” george suggests

“i don’t know,” says neville, “i like this one; it makes me think of you”

george laughs

and he kisses neville again

and neville is in love

#hp #i write shit #george x neville #neville x george #headcanons #rarepair #hp rarepair #hprarepairnet

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plaidstiel-wormstache · 7 years

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Little Difference

This is for @letsgetoutalive‘s Mental Awareness Challenge Thank you to @whispersandwhiskerburn, as always, you come to my rescue.

“Illness”: Autism Spectrum Warnings: hopefully nothing; fluff, a little angst maybe? Word Count: 2795 Characters: OFC Bonnie, Bobby, Dean, Sam, Rufus Summary: Bobby takes in a little girl after a hunt leaves her orphaned. After finding things different, he takes her to an appointment. She’s diagnosed, but that doesn’t lead to happy days. Like all parents, he struggles, but does the best he possibly can... (shit summary sorry)

“Why won't she join us?” Sammy asked Uncle Bobby, upset that his cousin wouldn't join in his game. “She’s content by herself, Sam, just gotta leave her to it, kid.” Bobby explained, looking across the lot at his surrogate daughter. She was sitting in one of the stripped cars, she'd set up her own playhouse, rather - a safehouse, in. “Come on, Sammy. We’ll go find your toy truck.” Dean said, taking his little brother's hand and leading him back into the house. Bobby watched as Bonnie sat contentedly playing with her model plane and parts of the old car.

He'd picked her up from a hunt gone wrong. The police had wanted to take her to foster care, but she'd cried and cried. Something about her had Bobby up and swear to raise and protect her. But she’d also come with her own challenges. Weeks went by without a word; Bobby put it down to her seeing her parents death. Dean had been that way after Mary died. But then months went past, and she seemed content enough with her new home, but still not a word. “Watch out, sweetheart.” Bobby called as she ran along the gravel behind the boys, but too late. Her foot caught in a pothole, and she sprawled across the ground. Bobby rushed over to her, and the boys stopped in their tracks, looking back worried. “You’re ok, Bunny.” Bobby helped her to her feet and began to pull her into a hug, the first show of physical affection. She looked terrified and ripped her arm from his hand, tears beginning to spill, so Bobby immediately dropped his hands, shocked that this little girl, the girl he now looked to as his daughter, was terrified of him. “What happened?” Sam asked, the three of them staring at Bonnie. “Why is she crying, Uncle Bobby?” “I’m sorry, Bun, I’m sorry,” Bobby whispered, standing and wiping his hands on his jeans, thinking it over, hoping for the best, suspecting the worst. Dean had gained plenty of experience with looking after Sam, ever the big brother, he grabbed Sam’s hand and waved Bonnie over. She stared at them through her tears, the sobs stopping. “Come on.” He encouraged, and with that, she wiped her eyes and followed them up the gravel path, as if nothing had happened.

Bobby took her to a children’s shrink, out of his depth and terrified that he would be traumatizing her more by not getting her help. His old man had been a terrible father, and being a parent was--well, it made hunting look easy. “Mr. Singer, she’s showing some of the classic signs of Asperger's. Do you know what that is?” Bobby shook his head and the kind lady continued in a soft voice that wouldn’t upset Y/N. “It’s a part of the Autism Spectrum. It's not unusual for children with this condition to be more physical than verbal, but not a word in months does raise some concern. Do you mind leaving us so I can ask her some questions, see if she responds to any of our tests?” Bobby was unsure, but she'd come to be his whole world, and there was precious little he wouldn't give to know what was going on in her head, to hear her talking to him. “What kind of tests?” Bobby asked, looking over the little girl at the lego table. He was out of his depth, but his protective instincts were still strong. “Cards with pictures, the norm for children of six years.” Bobby took a deep breath. “Bunny?” She looked up at the older man, “I’ll be right outside, ok?” He assured, pointing to the door. The doctor held it open for Bobby, and he stepped through. He caught a glimpse of her confused face as she got up from the table and took a step in his direction, then the door was shut. Bonnie wasn't stupid, she was well aware that there was something different, but she didn't want to be left with the Doctor. As she walked towards the door, the doctor stepped in front, crouching to her level. “Bonnie, I need to ask you a question.” She tried to catch Bonnie’s attention. Bonnie’s hands began to twist between each other, her fingers winding this way and that. “Bonnie, Bobby’s just on the other side of the door. I promise.” The doctor tried again but Bonnie looked down at her feet, shuffling them against the carpet, swaying slightly. “Bonnie?” The doctor reached out, touching the little girl’s shoulder, attempting to gain her attention. “Bobby!” Bonnie screamed, loud and clear enough through the door. Her savior burst through the door; he looked astonished as his adopted daughter hid behind his legs, tears fresh in her eyes and making tracks on her cheeks already. “What happened?” Bobby asked, angry and confused, watching the little girl who was holding the knee of his jeans. “I touched her shoulder and startled her. I should’ve known better. I’m sorry, Mr. Singer.” The apology reached the doctor’s eyes. Bobby took a deep breath and nodded. “We can make another appointment; I can give you brochures and other reading material, and in the meantime I can put you in touch with a group for parents who face similar problems?” The doctor offered, going back to her desk, already collecting up reading material. Bobby accepted the pamphlets, and said he’d call about another appointment, unsure of what was best for Bonnie at this very moment.

“Bunny, Boys, breakfast!” Bobby called up the stairs, the boys had been left behind by John, again. Dean and Sam understood, now they were older, if Bonnie wanted to be with them, she would; if she didn't, she wouldn't. Bonnie came down the stairs, close to tears as she struggled with one of the buttons on her overalls. “Help, please.” She sniffed as she approached Bobby. He would always want to hug her, to hold her tight and tell her everything was ok, to kiss her forehead and tuck her in. But after the first attempted hug resulted in terror and tears, he’d understood deep down, physical touch for her was different, it was more intimate, so he was hyper-aware of every second of contact. Being her father was certainly a learning curve, each day was a new lesson, each word a new memory, each smile a light for the darker times. The first shrink appointment hadn’t gone to plan, sure, but, what is it they say; try, try again? The ongoing meetings had opened her up, and she'd become more talkative - for her anyway! He bent to her level and carefully fixed the button into the loop, securing the suspender. “There you go, Bun.” He smiled, encouraged when she actually met his eyes and returned the smile before sliding away to go sit in her regular seat. Bobby stood up, called for the boys again, and then turned to serve breakfast.

One day Bobby was fixing up a car, it wasn’t all hunting after all, when Bonnie came home from school. She dumped her bag and sat on a nearby tire, watching her adoptive father work. Bobby caught her craning her neck a few times to see what he was doing, and after the third time he gestured for her to join him. “Wanna help?” He asked, beaming when she nodded and jumped up. “What does this part do?” She asked, pointing at the timing chain. “That holds this,” He pointed at the camshaft, “And this,” he pointed at the crankshaft, “in the same position to each other while the engine’s running. If this stops working, you ain’t going nowhere.” He watched as she nodded and processed it all, then she pointed at another part. “And that?” “That’s a spark plug, it creates a mini-explosion between the air and compressed fuel, that make this one work,” he pointed to the row of four cylinders. “It looks like a … piston?” She squinted as she tried to remember her science class. “Yeah, look at you! Do you know what it does?” Bobby asked, she was incredibly smart and this was possibly the longest two-way conversation they’d ever had. He watched and listened as she explained what she’d learnt about pistons, and he was brimming with pride and love for this girl. It became the regular afternoon with them, she’d get home from school and help on the cars. Bobby was thrilled to finally have a way to connect with her.

“Bunny?” Bobby called up the stairs, turning to Rufus, “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s rude to touch other people’s stuff?” He growled, ripping the compass out of the older man’s hand. Rufus chuckled but looked up at the creak in the stairs. “Hiya, Bonbon, keeping out of trouble?” Rufus asked as Bonnie came down the stairs. “Yes.” Bonnie replied, her only greeting accompanied with a polite smile. “This kid’s a keeper!” Rufus said with a laugh. Bonnie’s eyebrows drew in at his remark, she looked at Bobby, alarm evident in her eyes. “Why wouldn’t you want to keep me?” She asked, concerned. “Sweetheart, he’s just… it’s just a saying. It doesn’t mean anything.” Bobby smiled at her while swiping at Rufus with the back of his hand. “Where are you going this time?” She asked, taking in his suit and tie, catching a glimpse of the fake badge as he raised his arm. “Outta state, but I’ll be back before school on Monday.” He answered. “What is it?” “A pissed off spirit.” Rufus answered, he’d moved to Bobby’s desk and was shuffling through papers. Bobby rolled his eyes at his friend’s manners but looked backed to his daughter. “So you don’t need the badge.” She stated, looking at her watch as she went to fix herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Bobby shared a look with Rufus, he’d be here forever if he tried to fight Bonnie’s logic; she didn’t like that he lied, actually she didn’t understand why he had to lie. Bobby put the badge down next to her on the bench and fought the urge to kiss her temple. “I’ll be back first thing Monday. Promise.” A few years back, after explaining to Bonnie why he posed as an FBI agent, why he had to lie, he’d kept a spare badge in the glovebox. It hurt, lying to his daughter, but he kept telling himself, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

Bobby checked up on her that night, calling before she went to bed, make sure she’d eaten and hadn’t studied all day. He called her on Sunday morning after her shower, everything was to a schedule for Bonnie, easy for Bobby to follow along. She spent the day fixing engines, Sunday was her free day after all, she treated herself to pasta for dinner, even though it wasn’t thursday, but when Bobby hadn’t called and it was past her bedtime, she worried. She called his mobile, she called Rufus’s, she even called Sam to see what she should do. Bonnie had polished all the pistons she found in the car yard and laid them in a line down the hall, she’d mapped the length and breadth of the house from one room to another, she was rewiring the TV when Bobby arrived home. “Bunny? What are you doing up?” He asked surprised to find her awake at two-thirty on a school night. He had ash in his beard, blisters on the insides of his fingers and thumb, dirt under his fingernails and in the creases around his eyes. “You said you’d be back first thing Monday. You promised.” She was angry and upset, but determined to finish putting the TV back together now that she was half way through. Bobby dumped his bag by the door and removed his cap, scratching at the top of his head, what did she - Oh. “Sweetheart, I meant…” Bobby had realised his mistake, by promising first thing she’d taken him literally, as she so often did. “I’m sorry, darlin’. Forgive me?” He asked, crouching next to her. She looked up and stared at his cheek. “Yeah. But don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” She muttered, returning to the TV once Bobby nodded and stood up.

She was nearing the end of high school, top of all her classes, while still helping Bobby on the cars. When the boys stayed for prolonged periods of time she’d let Dean help on the cars and engines, chatting away about the mechanics they’d both learned to love. But Sam was her best friend; they got along like a house on fire, and even though she was six years older, she helped him with homework, stayed up talking to him, even let him lean on her, touch her - much to Bobby’s amazement. Her graduation rolled around, and the boys begged John to let them go to the ceremony to cheer her on. It had taken Bobby days to convince her to attend and many late night calls to Sam to even make her think about getting up on the stage. The day came and she was nowhere to be found. Bobby was going mad, knowing they’d be late, but he couldn’t find her anywhere until he spotted her tucked into the hollowed out car that she’d used as a safe cubby ten years ago. His heart broke at the sight of her. “We don’t have to go.” She had tear streaks down her face and had a line of polished pistons in front of her; she must have scoured every engine here. “The boys can just come back here, and we can have pizza.” He assured, leaning against the rusted truck. She shook her head, her jaw tightening in determination. “I promised Sam.” She sniffed, wiping her nose with her sleeve. “But I don’t want anyone to clap.” She’d always hated loud noises, the exception being a roaring engine. Bobby smiled and patted her arm. “Deal.” He agreed. He remained calm on the outside, knowing what a struggle this was for her, but on the inside he was ecstatic, getting to see his baby girl up on the stage, showing off her smarts.

Bonnie Singer, her name rang through the open grounds and she stood up, her heart thundering in her throat. She kept her eyes down, her feet moving, as she rushed the stage and grabbed her certificate and ran down the other side, not even stopping to shake hands. Bobby was glad they’d asked everyone to keep applause to the end and shuffled over to allow her to sit between him and Sam. When the final speech was made and everyone stood and cheered, throwing their hats into the air, she covered her ears, turning towards Sam for cover. He laughed and took the hat off her head, throwing it up into the air for her. “Bonnie you looked great up there, I think I even got a photo!” Dean declared, giving her a large smile. She smiled back, not making eye contact, it was clear she was anxious. “Well done, Bonbon.” Sam cheered, pulling her into a one armed hug, she tensed but didn’t push him off. Bobby had grown to envy the youngest Winchester’s ease with her. “I’m so proud of you, Bun!” He smiled, a tear in his eye. He was desperate to do what Sam had, to even be able to squeeze her arm would be a miracle, but he respected her comfort zone, knowing that all of the emotions around her in the gymnasium had to be making this difficult. Bonnie fidgeted and shifted from foot to foot. Finally, with a nudge from Sam, she stepped closer and wound her hands around the older man's waist, ducking her head under his chin, squeezing him tight before retreating. “Thanks, Dad.” She whispered. Her eyes still didn’t meet his, but it was more than he’d ever dreamed. He couldn’t help the tear that rolled down his red cheeks, and at that point, he didn’t give a damn who saw them. “I didn’t mean to make you sad.” She said, noticing the tears, backing away further. “No, Bunny, I’m not sad.” Bobby said, sniffling and wiping at his eyes as Sam and Dean stepped back to give them a moment. “I’m so happy, you have no idea.” Bobby, opened his arms wide and shrugged, “I’m just an old man proud of his little girl.” He choked on his words but managed a bright grin. Bonnie stepped in and gave him another hug. Calling him Dad may not have been her idea, but she was glad Sam had suggested it. Seeing Bobby happy was more than enough to force her unease aside.

As fate would have it, I adopted a girl and two boys, and they grew up great!

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pkgam · 7 years

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(I removed some personal info on there for obvious reasons as I don’t want to inadvertently dox someone.)

Boy, it’s just magical what happens behind the scenes on Youtube isn’t it? lol! My video is 5th in that list and it was uploaded over 4 years ago. Keep in mind that the video in question is a video promoting their charity. :P I responded to it of course, but then I seen the Act Today Youtube Channel (Yep, the one linked to from the charity website I linked to: act-today.org) was taken down for a supposed trademark claim. o_O So I’m thinking it’s these guys based on the public Email and company/trademark name: http://www.actodayfoundation.org/index.php?id=2 In which case my video has nothing to do with them as I never even used their logo. So in my first mail to them I wrote, I put this:

====== Hiya! I got an Email from Youtube saying that you filed a trademark infringement complaint on my video (among others). In response, I removed the video thumbnail with your logo, as well as blurring your logo in the video at the end. Would that be sufficient? I mean I know about protection of wordmarks/trademarks and whatnot, but I'd think you wouldn't want videos mentioning your charity taken down entirely like the message said unless it's a last resort because spreading the word helps your charity out. So I figured that if I could remove and block the logo from showing entirely via a few edits, you would prefer that over a removal. If not, I can remove it completely. The Speed Gamers gaming marathon I was promoting there over 4 years ago in the video you marked (You can see the blurring at the end of it here, as well as the old custom thumbnail with your logo now being gone: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=secm2xvKrfI ) is long since over of course, but I only left up the video all these years as a way to continue notifying people of the charity since people inevitably would come across it a time went on. The same with this one too: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gb3qLpC8s8 ; Though you might have seen that one already and it didn't use your Act Today logo, which may be why you didn't file a trademark complaint on it too. Hence why I suspect that you don't mind when people spread the word and that it's just about the logo. (As a side note: I only used the logo to make sure people would know they got to the right place when they seen it in case website links or whatnot changed in the future outside my knowledge) But I don't want to assume anything so I'd like to ask you if that one is ok too. Especially the first before the 48 hours are up on the first one. I just want to be honest about it. Like, I could take down the second video as well if you'd prefer for the same reason of the stream being long since over. I just don't see how that would benefit your charity. Best, Justin (full name removed. :P) For reference, here's the full text I got from Youtube below the dashes with my video being 5th on the list: ----- Hello, This is to notify you that we have received a trademark complaint regarding your content, the details of which appear at the end of this message. We strongly encourage parties to resolve their trademark disputes directly. In order to give you an opportunity to respond to the complaint, we will not take action on the complaint for 48 hours. If you are unable to resolve this issue with the complainant, the complaint will be reviewed by the YouTube Team and may be removed pursuant to our Trademark Guidelines (https://support.google.com/youtube/answer/2801979). For more information on editing the title, description, or tags of your video, please visit the YouTube Help Center at https://support.google.com/youtube/topic/4355241?ref_topic=4355169. If the alleged violation is located within the video itself, you may have to remove the video in its entirety (https://support.google.com/youtube/answer/55770). Regards, The YouTube Legal Support Team Title: Manager Full legal name: C------- H-------- Company name: ACTODAY Trademark owner name: ACTODAY Relationship: Authorized Manager Email: [email protected] Brand type: Wordmark Register status: Yes Jurisdiction of registration: US Registration number: 5080910 Content type: Video Videos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33cLv6ztVq0 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDILBRnx4Jg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2hHIHaHV7Y http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rqn0pGhprmc http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=secm2xvKrfI http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuLb7aB7xzw http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-NRheBf4xY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gb3qLpC8s8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCIUsfgAzzw http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ti2CfV1qWuI http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vfoz5SBHIE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_1OulUc5N8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLRzv4LHe7s http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGYzJR8b5K8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNDT93dxs7k http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qxn0TzzHwY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4mZ5Bd0DLU http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_q3zlswVM8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZSBAfUiip4 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hH1wuDDkCDs http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9ZRw46h6dY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBr6D1qVMC0 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpfSsMJNYhY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyM5sHaPUBQ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7l-__6Yzsc4 Clarification: This is unauthorized use of our Federally registered trademark. We are requesting under Federal Law that this page and all associated content with "ACT TODAY" be removed immediately on the grounds of Federal trademark infringement. Thank you. Signature: C------- H------- Evidence: 53ceadf1e88a494ea3566f3bbdf22bba.pdf =============

(I of course removed personal info of the person’s other than what is important via the dashes.) Note that the pdf “evidence” at the very end leads nowhere. Also, many of those videos aren’t even using their logo. But anyway, after I noticed the ATCToday channel takedown, I sent a “Re:” followup to indicate it was a response about the last mail I sent them (with all the text in it as well) a few hours prior by making a reply to the email to myself, then changing the Email to their’s:

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Quick update as I noticed something. Are you even with http://www.act-today.org ? Because that is the website I made the video promoting and is the only logo I used besides The Speed Gamer's logo. But I went to the Youtube channel of that website and it says "This account has been terminated due to a Trademark claim by a third party.". Link here: https://www.youtube.com/user/ACTToday If you aren't with them, then my video didn't even have anything to do with your trademarked logo and thus you'll have to take back your trademark claim on my video.

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Yep.... just magical. :P So now I’m waiting for a response. I don’t want to get a strike out of this because the last Majora’s Mask videos will be longer than 15 minutes and it’ll take a while to get rid of the strike. Youtube “claims” they will look over the videos to see if they are really violating infringement in 48 hours, but you know what their “look over” means: Automation. So regardless of my edits, it may still cause a strike via Youtube’s incompetence unless I remove the video before the time is up.

Thus at the moment, I don’t know what to do here as they may not respond at all, leaving me in the dark hoping Youtube doesn’t screw me over unless I remove the video. I don’t have any recourse in the Youtube system itself like I would with copyright as far as I know right now until/unless something happens because there doesn’t seem to be any way to dispute it as Youtube just said to contact the person who filed it to try and get it resolved...

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Few-hours-later post edit: I got a response from Act-Today.org and it’s not them just as I expected:

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Hello-

No, it was not just that did this to your video. We were hit with a trademark infringment by this other organization called ACTODAY and I gues now they are going against everyone that has helped us and has a video with our title. We're very sorry you're going throught this. I you keep your channel safe by deleting the videos that include our name, we wouldn't want YouTube to delete your channel too.

We're taking legal matters with this as we're afraid other people that have helped us in the past will have their channel removed too.

Best,

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So needless to say I responded as soon as I seen it, which was:

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Hi! Thanks for responding so quickly on this issue. That's what I figured. What was so confusing was that at the bottom of the Youtube message it said "ACT TODAY" as you see, but that's not actually the name at the top that was used in the company name. So that's why I contacted both you at this mail and the email used (they didn't respond to me yet, if they even will) in the Youtube complaint to confirm. That being said, here's some stuff I found in my research on this that may help you out. I "think" this is the place that filed the trademark complaint considering it matches the email address: http://www.actodayfoundation.org/ . I also found out from https://www.uspto.gov/trademark that the "Registration number: 5080910" part for the trademark (searching for the number oddly does not make it come up, so you have to look for "actoday") was granted back on November 15, 2016, LONG after your charity was founded. So that in itself is a rather suspicious thing. The trademark was also filed for a massive wall of text filled with generic things to try and encompass as many things that could fall under it as possible. Which sounds like a classic case of trademark trolling. In fact, I would bet that many of the terms they used for that were designed to target various charities and organizations just so they could file complaints against. Such a thing is especially easy to do on Youtube because the system is pretty much automated, which makes the website a hotspot for all sorts of bogus copyright and trademark complaints due to the "guilty until proven innocent" policies of Youtube. I have been dealing with bogus copyright claims similar to this trademark claim situation for a couple of years now due to the website's policies and I know people who have been dealing with it longer than that. It's always a pain, but unfortunately pretty expected on Youtube regardless of the content you make so all I can do (and recommend others to do as long as it stays this way) is sigh and begin the work to clear it up as soon as possible. As for my channel, thanks for your concern! At worst they could only give me 2 strikes for the two videos I made spreading the word on you, which won't delete my channel as it needs 3 strikes to close it out. So there shouldn't be any worries of channel deletion if I leave them up. Generally I actually would not remove a video over something like this because I feel it's like they could take it as an admission of guilt when there is none. Though if I do get strikes (and this ACToday sounds really aggressive...), it will restrict account features like unlimited upload time and custom thumbnails until I get the strikes off (either through disputes or just letting them expire in a few months). Which would be a pain to deal with for both me and my subscribers. So I think I will just delete them to play it safe since you recommended it, especially now that I learned from you that it's not a logo they are going after persay like the Youtube message said (the "Wordmark" part), it's just the phrase. Which in itself is ridiculous considering how commonly used "act today" is when encouraging people to do something in just regular speech. But when this all settles down, I could just make another video promoting you anyway so I guess it's not that huge of a deal. Just' that in the mean time with them trolling around looking for stuff to file complaints on, I might not have a video-based way of spreading the word on you. Though I might be able to think of something good as I tend to find ways to make the most out of a situation. I hope you win your case against them (If I were betting, I'd say you will based on what I pointed out above) because you are a great organization and don't deserve anything like this. Ironically that ACToday Foundation claims to be a charity themselves. So if they really were, you would think they would understand that people (organizations and/or individuals) should be working together, not filing these baseless trademark complaints which are both a waste of time and money for everyone involved that could be used more productively. Best, (Me)

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Your thoughts? Thanks for reading and have a good one!

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