#anyways this has been stuck in my head ever since i realized it existed it's such a naib song and also i love this band

[aestherin]

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34: one mistake

When did it all start?

Ah, it was when he first heard your singing voice during eleventh grade.

It was the during the time of the day when most students would flock to the cafeteria, rushing to eat their fill after half a day's worth of academic torture. Even before then, he already disliked crowded and hectic places. And so, he went the opposite direction of everyone.

Turns out he wasn't the only one with that idea.

The sweet and enchanting voice of a nightingale was what welcomed him the moment he arrived at the school's courtyard. Not rushing to eat lunch just to hear this was worth it, he concluded.

He didn't even know your name at the time, for you two were not in the same class. And when you turned around — good lord.

Your face was beautiful, but it wasn't familiar at all. It was odd, how this was the first time he saw you. He thought for sure that with an appearance like that, if he had ever met you prior, he wouldn't be able to forget you.

Was the school really that big for you two to miss each other every single time?

"Oh. A person. Uhm, hi?"

Fuck. Even your speaking voice was attractive.

Kunikuzushi was damned.

And he has been, for many years. Even up until now.

The present him looked up at nowhere, quietly laughing at himself.

How pathetic.

'You've liked her since you were still students, and you still haven't got the guts to even confess.'

'You're both famous people now, hundreds of thousands of people — maybe even millions — wanting the two of you... yet you're still stuck simply being her friend.'

Boy best friend, he argued with himself. But Scaramouche himself also did not know if that was better or worse.

"I have arrived," he heard a smooth voice. Kunikuzushi instictively frowned. This? This was the voice of the man you fell for?

He almost rolled his eyes. He could do better than this guy in front of him. He bets Ayato couldn't even sing.

"Sit."

Ayato looked around the area but found no chairs. "Where?" All he could see was cemented grounds, ramps, and curves. Why did they have to meet at a deserted skateboarding area anyway?

Scaramouche smirked. "Ah, sorry. I forgot you're a rich boy. We can't have you sitting on the dirty floor now, could we?"

It was as if a tick mark appeared on the taller man's head. Feigning a smile, he breathed, "Did you ask to meet me just to insult me, bastard?"

"Wow. Was it that obvious?"

"No, not really."

"I'm just getting back at you."

"Pardon? I don't even know you, aside from you being a celebrity. This is the first time we've met and suddenly you say you're getting back at me?"

"Shut the fuck up. You insulted me first."

"Hah?"

"You getting together with [Name] so easily was the biggest insult I've ever received in my entire existence."

Oh.

Now, Ayato was no idiot. Of course, he immediately realized the underlying message of Scaramouche's statement. Was that why this man called for him? Did he receive news of their so-called 'break-up' and was now planning to tell him that he's going to pursue you now that you're not in a relationship anymore?

Ayato's eyes followed Scaramouche as he stood up from the metal rail he was previously sitting on. Meanwhile, the shorter one looked and turned away, seemingly looking at a distance.

"I knew it was all fake, by the way," he started. "She accidentally tweeted about it on her private account, and I got to see it before she deleted it."

"Since when?"

"That was even before your drama was released."

"That was a long time ago. You knew yet did nothing?"

Ayato was confused. If Scara had feelings for you, why didn't he act on it even after he found out that the thing you had for him was all a fraud? It was not something that he could comprehend.

Not with his way of thinking.

Kunikuzushi, on the other hand, begged to differ. He believed himself to have done the right thing.

He has already kept his affection for you to himself for several years, surely a few weeks, months more wouldn't be that big of a deal, right?

And so he stayed. Stayed observing, kept contemplating — remained being just a friend.

"Of course, the thought of having her for myself crossed my mind at that moment..." He smiled fondly. "...but I still didn't go with it."

He suddenly turned around, not giving Ayato the opportunity to retort.

"Because despite the fact that it wasn't real —"

Scaramouche sighed.

"— even the archons know how in love she was with you."

That left him speechless. For a seemingly inconsiderate and rough guy to say those words...

How can he remain calm? Another person who has romantic feelings for you just told him about your sincerest sentiments for him.

"Why are you —"

Ayato cut himself off with a forced gag.

"What the fuck?" He glared at the man who just punched his gut. He unconsciously hovered his arm over the pained area; though it wasn't too powerful, the sheer unexpectedness of the punch was enough to make it sting.

"Just because she loves you doesn't mean you get a pass. My anger won't vanish quickly, airhead."

Airhead?

Did... did he just insult me?

Me?

Yours truly?

This made Ayato raise a brow. "Oh?"

"Why not punch me in the face then? Scared?" Ayato challenged with a devious grin.

A sarcastic laugh was not what he was expecting in return.

"Are you dumb? With my strength, I am more than capable of landing a punch on your face that would take more than weeks to recover," Scaramouche smirked. "What if [Name] sees it? And her, being the angelic being she is, would ask you about it. Then you, being the conniving blabbermouth that you are, would tell her my name."

The fuck?

"She would be mad at me. That's the least thing I'd ever want."

"So that's why you punched me in an area that isn't visible."

"Precisely."

Ayato made a face. After a while, he attempted to get back at the other man with a punch too, but failed miserably. "Oh? Why are you hitting me back?"

"What kind of question even is that?"

"I thought you knew you deserved that punch in the gut," Kunikuzushi stated in a matter-of-fact tone, both hands inside his pockets. To Ayato, it seemed like the man in front of him was bigger than him at the moment. He was sneering down at him.

"You hurt her. So I punched you."

Yeah, I really did.

Backing down and lacking argument, he opted to just sit down on one of the skateboarding ramps. "Remind me why we had to meet here out of all places again?"

"This place..." Scaramouche followed his actions, sitting on the ramp opposite of him. "This place is special to me and [Name]. I used to skateboard often when I was still a student."

"She would always come to me with drinks and snacks in hand. Then, unofficially, this became our weekend hangout spot."

"So, you've liked her since... you were students?"

Kunikuzushi hummed.

"How come you've never told her in that whole time?"

"I'm a coward," he chuckled. "I didn't want to lose what we have. I was afraid that we would stray apart from each other once I do."

Ayato could do nothing but smile sympathetically. "I bet you wrote songs about her."

"Albums," Scaramouche corrected him.

"Damn."

"Yeah. Damn." Ayato felt the return of an intense glare. "I wrote entire albums for her then you had the audacity to hurt [Name] enough for her to end your relationship despite being deeply enamored with you? Wow. Tsk, tsk. Talk about a big jerk."

"I'm aware," he sighed. "Now, can you stop with that? Unless you really only called me out here to make me realize how much I messed up — which let's be honest I really did, and I honestly deserve every single shit you throw at me, but —"

"Glad to know that you know."

Ayato frowned.

He sensed a shift in Scaramouche's mood. He assumed the other was getting serious now. "I called you here because I want you to fix this mess... and to ask you a favor —"

"— I'm leaving [Name] in your care."

"..."

"However," The man pointed at him. "One mistake, Kamisato. One mistake and I'll make sure she'd want to spend her lifetime with me instead."

privacy — ayato x reader smau

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NOTES -> that was long im sorry ahfbdhd -> also scara pls be mine instead🥹🙏

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[luvsugu]

see you later

(ch78/s2e5)suguru x reader, angst (nah i fucking hate myself for this), so much hurt and absolutely no comfort

suguru asks you, with the soft voice that he’s always had, one that is gentle, warm and loving, “do you think i’m a terrible person?” 

he knows he is—at least, he himself believes that he is—but he doesn’t blame himself, not when he just wants to live in a world where he and others just like him don’t have to continue to suffer. isn’t it fair to want to truly live? not to be stuck in a world where the lines between justice and immorality are so blurred people no longer know which is which? a world where maybe, just maybe, he could catch a glimpse of truly being able to be happy from the bottom of his heart? 

maybe you don’t understand. he doesn’t expect you to. he’s grown up, not needing everyone to understand him or even be there for him. times have just simply changed and if you tell him he’s stupid, he’s horrible, he doesn’t deserve to say goodbye to you, then so be it. 

but, even still, his shoulders relax when you sniffle and shake your head. 

“i don’t,” you whisper to him, voice so constrained as you try your hardest not to let it crack or let a sob escape past your lips. you’re scared that once it happens, your last conversation with suguru would just be you sobbing, wishing you got to say everything on your chest. it still seems likely, though, since you can’t even face him or find a way to put things together so that he’d maybe understand why you don’t and won’t ever hate him. 

the way suguru let’s out a breathy “really?” is almost comical. he lets out a small chuckle, one that would make anyone wince as it sounded so painful; but suguru’s never been great at trying to make heavy topics into something lighter even when you are. he’s always taken things as they are, seen situations for what they are, and maybe that’s why he’s where he is now. 

it’s ironic how this same attitude, simply accepting and seeing the truth and value of the strong having to protect the weak, that because he was gifted with an ability he’s to save those who aren’t, is now applied to needing to build a world where the weak he used to protect no longer exists. how can you blame him when it’s those same people needing to be protected that left him a mess, unsure where his morals are, unsure of his own path. it’s easier said than done not to lose your way, and suguru knows that first hand. 

he doesn’t explain anything to you, he’s certain that the others back at the school probably told you already. he’s just here to say goodbye, anyway. 

maybe, too, he’s here to hear your voice one last time. 

“this is where i’m headed now,” he continues, voice still gentle, warm and loving, “and… all i can do now is give it my all.” 

“i know,” you hurriedly tell him, nodding as you wipe away your tears desperately. there’s a part of you that’s you wishing he was saying something else—that he isn’t saying goodbye without actually saying it because the both of you know it’s always been ‘see you later’—but you know better than to wish and hope away things like this in your life. that there is no later, and this is it. you’re left with no options but to cherish this last moment and it just hurts. still, you can’t say anything else but, “i know, suguru… i know.” 

he gives you time, patient as ever, and watches you from where he stands. he’s farther than he usually is, no longer keeping your feet between his own, and now needing more than just a whisper to let you hear his words. he stands at an unfamiliar distance, but he doesn’t allow himself to cherish familiarity with you anymore since he convinces himself that it’s better to just say goodbye. it’s cruel, though, that the hug you two shared two weeks ago became the last one without you two knowing. 

“y/n,” he finally calls out—he realizes he no longer has all the time in the world with you. 

“i know,” you repeat, this time unable to hold back a sob, “i know, suguru! and i’m so sorry! i didn’t— i didn’t—“ you inhale sharply and cover your mouth with both your hands. now is not the time, you tell yourself, you need to say something to make this worth while. “i just wish i was there,” you whisper, looking towards suguru with your brows furrowed upwards and your expression twisted in a way that suguru sees a pain that he never wished to see you in. 

he nods to let you know he heard you, though, never looking away as you had finally looked him in the eyes since he got here. “remember to eat and take your vitamins, okay?” he tells you, taking a step back as he clenches his fists in his pockets, “and make sure you set a timer on your fan at night so you don’t wake up all cold in the mornings, okay?” 

you nod as he speaks. “okay—“ you sob out, “i will— i’ll— i'll remember.” 

he nods again, forcing the smile on his face. “okay. then...” he couldn’t bring himself to do what he came to you for. he lets out a small laugh and turns away, not wanting to ever let you see that this was hurting him as much as it was hurting you. “see you later.” 

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[dawnisdreamlanding]

Chapter 4

Ghost x Reader x Konig

Neighbor!au and Roommate!au

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Author's note: Hey!! my 3 month hiatus is finally over!! I finally have time to write hahahasdf I hope you guys like this chapter :) Lmk if you wanna get added into the taglist.

Truth be told, Konig could have come back home to you ages ago. But ever since his mission ended a month ago, he’s chosen the stiffness of his military bed over the softer, more appropriately sized bed that’s waiting for him at home. Why, you may ask? Well, it might have something to do with the way the blood of his enemies still cling onto him no matter the amount of times he’s tried to scrub it off and the thought of your horrified face when you find out that it was him who spilled their blood.

It’s a foolish thought to think that a man like Konig could live a normal, civilian life. He’s a battering ram made for the battlefield, and he’ll be that way for the rest of his life. He looks over at his desk which is nearly free of any reports. He’s been trying to find every excuse he can to not go back to your apartment, but it’s the promise he made with you to watch that stupid, stupid show of yours that finally gets him packing to go home.

—

You’ve never been so glad to hear that familiar long tired sigh that only your roommate makes. You practically rush out of the kitchen, dishes forgotten and greet him. “Konig!” you say with a smile. You excitedly stand in front of him, but you know better and keep your hands to himself. He’s never really been a big fan of touch since day one, and you swore to yourself to respect his boundaries, no matter how excited you may be to see him after so long.

So you’re very much surprised when Konig was the one to actually hug you first. His strong arms wrap around you, holding you close and tight, making sure you couldn’t run away — so much so that you couldn’t even lift your arms to hug him back. You don’t ask questions, you don’t pry into his private life, waiting patiently until Konig is the one who tells you about his life. It’s one of the qualities he likes about you so much. You don’t pry into his life yet somehow have the capability to care for him somewhat endlessly.

He takes a long, deep breath and it feels like half of his burdens have been lifted from his body when he exhales, the same way you drop a heavy bag after coming home from a long trip. He doesn’t let go of you for quite some time.

While Konig wishes he could be in the moment and enjoy this small comfort he has  in his bloodshed-filled life, he is stuck in his own head. How would you react if he told you the nature of his job? Would you push yourself away from him right now? Would you be so disgusted, you’d tell him to never come near you ever again? Konig would understand why.

His fingers press against the cotton material of your cloud sweater you’re wearing as an effort to ground himself. The feeling of your soft sweaters, the way his arms wrap around your body so easily, would he lose all of this? Would “Ko” cease to exist? 

It is then that he decides not to tell you — not quite yet, anyway. Call him selfish all you want, but he wants to keep you around and hug you a little more. Spend a couple more nights laughing about dumb characters in pointless shows and watching you eat his cooking after you come back from work. Just a little more of those moments before you slip away from his grasp.

—

The smell of butter melting on bread that wafts into your room wakes you up. You opened a bottle of red wine last night -- a Pinot Noir -- to celebrate him coming home after a long 3 months. He politely declined it when you had offered a glass to him, saying that he didn’t drink. Which struck you as odd, because you swore you remember seeing a can of beer lying in the trash the last time he was home.

You don’t remember much of anything that happened after you downed the 4th glass of red wine but hey, at least your head wasn’t pounding. You pull the blanket off you and you realize that you’re still wearing yesterday’s clothes. The bed creaks as you get up and can be heard all the way from the kitchen. “Maus?” Konig calls out.

You show yourself in the kitchen not long after, and he serves you bread rolls with butter and strawberry jam. “I eat this when I was young.” He opens up as he places the plate in front of you. You realize that Konig has opened up more to you in the last 24 hours than he has since you first met him, but you aren’t complaining.

“It’s good.” You say. It’s simple bread and butter, quite literally. Not much Konig could’ve gotten wrong anyway. He seemed nervous as he watched you take that first bite but after your comment, he lights up. “I’m glad.” He says. It takes him a moment to snap out of it, but he sits down opposite of you and he begins eating his own share of the bread rolls.

You can’t help but stare at him in slight wonder, watching him slip the bread rolls under his hood to eat them. “Does it ever get hard to breathe?” Konig freezes momentarily at the question and he thinks that maybe you’ve caught on to the monster he truly is. But after a short moment of silence, you motion to his hood and it all makes sense.

He looks at you; truly looks at you. A little bit of strawberry jam smeared on the left corner of your mouth, a sweeter shade of red than the usual blood he sees on the field. “Sometimes.” He answers with a subtle hint of a secret meaning that he doesn't dare utter. You continue eating but he can't help but stare at you. 

He leans forward and his thumb swipes the jam off your face, leaving you a little stunned and a little embarrassed. The jam on his thumb is the same color as the blood on the battlefield but with you in the frame, it isn't blood; it’s a peaceful breakfast eating bread rolls and jam with you on a Sunday morning.

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[sarcasticsra]

I cannot stress enough how much everyone should watch Starkid’s A VHS Christmas Carol if you haven’t seen it yet. It’s pretty short, only about 45 minutes, and it’s truly one of the best adaptations of A Christmas Carol that I’ve ever seen.

No, seriously. I think it has even surpassed The Muppets Christmas Carol for me. That has been my favorite Christmas movie since I was a child. My mom and sister and I used to watch it every Christmas Eve. I still love it dearly and it is an amazing adaptation that I’ll defend to my death, but you guys. You guys. A VHS Christmas Carol is just THAT GOOD.

It’s done in the style of 80s music/videos, which is delightful. It’s an opera, so it’s all sung through, which I love. And it’s so good!

Let me enumerate the ways. Spoilers to follow. (Can you spoil A Christmas Carol? Once a story becomes public domain does that exempt it from spoiling? Idk, lol. Spoilers for the show, anyway. Also for Avatar: The Last Airbender. …I promise there’s a path.)

1) Bah Humbug! - Song number one and it goes hard right from the start. It is everything an opening number should be. Dynamic, sets the tone, and an incredible fucking bop. The interactions between Scrooge and Fred and Scrooge and Bob are done so well, too. You so quickly get a sense of their characters. Obviously we know their characters because this is a story that has been told many a time before, but it does it so well that you would immediately get them even if you were an alien who had never in your existence been exposed to A Christmas Carol in any capacity. That’s impressive to me. It’s not relying on the familiarity of the story to do its character work.

2) 3 Spirits - I love the tone of this song. This is a Marley with true regret and pain who is absolutely pleading with Scrooge to take the chance he’s being given. It’s less “scared straight” and more, “I need you to understand this like you’ve never understood anything before.” Marley becomes a character in his own right as opposed to merely a backdrop for Scrooge to react to. That’s a theme with this adaptation. Characters who are pretty flat in a lot of adaptations seem so much more like real people in this one. Also, whoever decided to cast Meredith as Marley here is a fucking genius. She’s so goddamn talented and she really shines here. The emotion, the weight. Gah. Beautiful. The interplay between Marley and Scrooge is incredible as well; these are two insanely talented performers breathing a new life into tried and true characters, and you really feel the relationship between them.

3) I’m The Ghost - Christmas Past is so pointed and snarky and incredible, making Scrooge come to certain realizations. “Huh, little boy left all alone. Oh, your sister died so young. Didn’t she have a son though? Why are the employees so happy, this party didn’t cost much? Thinking of something? Okay, last stop, buckle up, it’s all your own doing.” I love it so much.

4) That Scrooge - You guys. You guys. They’ve done what I assumed was impossible. They’ve done what even the Muppets couldn’t. It’s a Scrooge-Belle breakup song that isn’t the most unbelievably boring and bland thing you’ve ever heard in your life. Belle is a fucking person! She has a personality! She’s very clearly stating her case, that he’s changed and she doesn’t like it and does he have anything to say? No? Okay, bye! THE EMOTION IN THIS SONG. Scrooge starts singing not just with her but to her! All the things he didn’t say before! And then he starts singing angrily about/at his past!self for being an idiot! You actually FEEL THINGS about this relationship. It was a deep love and losing it super fucked him up! I have never before seen Belle/Scrooge done as well as this one (1) song handles it.

5) Christmas Electricity - Get ready to have this song stuck in your head for ten thousand years. This song is, I believe, the standard classical definition of “a fuckin’ bop.” It’s so high energy and exciting, you really can understand how Scrooge gets so caught up in it himself. You also see more of Fred in this song and, again, he’s a person! He has specific motivations for why he keeps reaching out to Scrooge. Corey’s Fred is hands down one of the best performances of this character full stop. He took what is usually a bit, side character and made him a full human with understandable thoughts and feelings. They gave the Fred-Scrooge relationship such incredible emotional weight because of it. I think that’s one of my favorite aspects of this adaptation.

6) Priceless - Here we see the Cratchits enjoying their Christmas with an incredibly sweet song about having little but feeling like they have a lot. I really like the way this song feels a bit cheesy (goes with the whole 80s vibe) but they also feel like a real family with some silliness and some sweetness and Bob’s wife having very strong opinions about Scrooge that he’s too polite for. Also “listen to this key change out of the bridge” goddamn just show off constantly how freaking talented this entire cast is, why don’t you.

7) The Final Ghost - I probably have too much to say about this song. It’s my favorite, which considering this entire show is pitch fucking perfect, is really saying a lot. Dylan Saunders is truly one of the most talented performers I’ve ever seen, and his Scrooge is so, so good. It really shines through here. His interactions with Christmas Future show him mirroring Bob from earlier (he has a line that’s almost an exact quote of a line from Bob in Bah Humbug!), correcting himself, and trying to be respectful/humble. Subtle displays of emotional growth even before he gets to the truly scary parts. The song is of course a darker tone, as is correct for this part of the narrative, perfectly setting up the finale song. We get Scrooge overhearing about a funeral no one cares about, the same man being robbed after death, and this death bringing actual happiness to people. Throughout it all so far Christmas Future only speaks in a wordless melody, as is apt. Scrooge asks for tenderness connected to death and is shown the Cratchits mourning Tiny Tim, which breaks him, and he asks who the dead man was from earlier. Still wordless, Christmas Future leads him to a cemetery, and that wordless melody perfectly transforms into an eerie, ethereal, “Ebenezer Scrooge.” The fucking amount of sheer EMOTION Dylan packs into Scrooge pleading for his soul, that he is changed, and the final bit of narration… fuck, you guys, it’s so good. I love all of the “scene” parts of this song so much. It all builds so perfectly.

7a) The narrator. - This isn’t a specific song, I just want to call out how excellent the narrator is through the whole show and how perfectly the narration ties the whole show together. It’s one of those things where it goes unnoticed because it’s so perfect, but if it were bad you would definitely notice. You need it to be there and understated or a lot a falls apart, but it can be such hard balance to strike. This show nails it.

8) Christmas Day - The finale! And what a finale it is! The energy is a perfect contrast to the song before it as Scrooge delights in being alive and having time to make things right. His joy is palpable as he goes about his day, buying Bob a huge turkey, making an incredible donation to the charity he blew off the day before, and showing up at Fred’s. Guys. This scene. Especially when I watch the live, but even sometimes just via the soundtrack, this scene just fucking perfectly, beautifully guts me. You know how in Avatar: The Last Airbender, Zuko has to go on his whole narrative arc to eventually join the right side, and along the way sort of betrays his Uncle Iroh, aka the only good father figure he’s ever had, because he’s a traumatized teenager, and eventually he meets back up with him and starts stumbling out an apology and Iroh just sweeps him up in a hug without a word, and you sob because it’s perfect? That is the energy present in this, what, 15-second scene, just this incredible emotional buildup and payoff accomplished in a scant 45-minute runtime. It’s truly wondrous. The finale, as all true finales should, calls back musically to previous character beats, and ends on the perfect bookend to the opening number. It’s just so, so immensely satisfying.

Tl;dr - this musical has made me feel more Christmas-y than I have in a long, long time, and I have listened to little else in terms of music since I watched it two weeks ago. (It was literally the only music I had listened to since then until right now, and that’s only because I’m in a van on a road trip to my sister-in-law’s for Christmas. While I would have been perfectly content to listen to this soundtrack on repeat for the entire 8-hour drive, I also recognize that the four other people in this van do not have my particular flavor of hyperfixated ADHD brain and probably would not appreciate that, heh. Thus I played it once and then other music. Compromise!)

But yes. Seriously. It’s so good. Gah. Go watch it!

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[wow-thisismylifeiguess]

thinkin about pacific rim soapghost, but they're not drift partners

Ghost has been in love with and dating Roach since they were teenagers. They join the Jaeger Program together and everything on Roach’s suggestion.

One day, Roach dies. Ghost is distraught. Ruined. But not more than Roach’s drift partner, John MacTavish.

See, Roach and Ghost were never copilots. Going through the program, Roach ended up paired with Soap of all people. And Ghost hated him for it because it was always supposed to be him and Roach. And now that Roach is gone, Ghost has all the more reason to detest Soap’s entire existence. Meanwhile Soap is stuck with his own dilemma.

He's caught between the hell of having felt his drift partner die whilst also struggling to determine if the feelings he has for Ghost are purely his own, or an after effect of drifting with Roach.

Eventually, Soap is paired with Ghost, something neither of them are all that pleased by, but the program basically controls their lives and neither of them have a choice unless that choice is to leave the Jaeger Program all together. It is rough. Their test drift is delayed for months, mostly because Soap makes excuses of not being ready yet, that Roach's death is still too fresh in his head, something that only further irritates Ghost. How dare he? How dare he talk about the love of his life like Roach meant anything to him? Ghost is blinded by his grief, and it finally culminates in a fight the night before their compatibility test.

- - -

"You don't know shit-!"

"I know more than you! I know everything about him, Riley! I was in his fucking head!"

Ghost freezes. His expression is caught between surprise and burning anger, but Soap doesn't give a shit. He's been holding back this entire time, taking the abuse because he *knows* it's different for Ghost. Knows that he lost the love of his life and has no other way to fucking grieve. But he's tired of this shit.

"I know how much he loved you. How much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. Fuck, it was so strong. Fucked me up in the head, if I'm being honest. 'Cause I liked you too. Kept my mouth shut about it, even if he knew anyway. It was like a mutually agreed upon decision. I didn't bring up his feelings for me and he didn't bring up my feelings for you. We just ignored it. And then he died in the middle of everything, and the only fucking thing in his head was *you*. You you *you*. Fuck, can't even tell what parts are me and what parts are still him. He haunts me like a fucking *ghost*, and I hate it, but I miss him at the same time so I just fucking cling to any part of him that I can. And the strongest part is his love."

Finally, Ghost breaks his silence. He ignores the part about Roach's feelings for Soap like he never mentioned it at all. "How can you love me when you don't even know anything about me?"

"I do, though. I know that you hate sweets, but you loved kissing Gary and tasting the sugar on his lips. I know you love this program, despite what it's taken from you. You've always struggled to belong, and outside of Gary, piloting feels like your purpose in life. It's why you haven't left, right? I know everything about you that he's ever known."

Soap doesn't sound happy about that. Doesn't sound upset either. Just...resigned. The red finally fades from Ghosts vision, and for the first time, he looks at Soap. Really look at him, and sees just how *broken* he is. Takes a moment for the connection to form in his mind, for him to realize why. Ghost had lost the love of his life, yes. But Soap had been the one to feel it. To be there. It had felt like he was dying too. And here Ghost is, *blaming him*.

"I-"

"It's whatever, Riley. I'm leaving. Don't think I'm cut out for this anymore, it's all just one big fucking headache. I'm tired."

Ghost watches Soap walk away. And he doesn't follow, because what can he even say?

#I thought it would a bit fun if the two of them aren't immediate copilots #and i...am sorry for killing roach #also thought roach having feelings for soap and both of them mutually choosing to ignore those feelings was a ✨fun little thing✨ to add #ghost is a fucking dick to soap the entire time which doesn't help soap trying to figure out his own feelings #can anyone tell that I enjoy writing arguments? 'cause I really do #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod #my post

[morkofday]

not technically just bl, but top 5 gmmtv couples of the year 👯‍♂️

i know you said this was not restricted to BLs but that's what i went with anyway :'D also, i decided to pick CPs instead of on-screen couples bc i wasn't sure which one you meant here. i hope you're not disappointed!

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My Top 5 GMMTV Couples of 2023

I. JimmySea (Jimmy Jitaraphol & Sea Tawinan)

ppl would probably be concerned if i didn't answer jimmy and sea. i've been here with them for over 1,5 years now and my love for them hasn't diminished at all. there's just something so comforting and genuine about them. their presence and their performances (on stage and on-screen) feel like a hug to me. i loved puentalay to bits, i am currently head over heels in love with morkday, and i keep hoping this isn't the end. gmmtv2024 part 2 will give us a new series with them bc they cannot just throw aside the depths these two have found for their relationship ♥

II. ForceBook (Force Jiratchapong & Book Kasidet)

witnessing their glorious comeback this year made me so happy. after an unjustified onslaught of hate and a long stay in gmm's basement, their chance to shine again was well overdue. enchanté and akktheo convinced me of their extraordinary chemistry, and this year forcebook truly outdid themselves in both of their series. guncher in a boss and a babe became very dear to me, and topmew showed sides of them i didn't know even existed. they've grown so much, and i hope the upcoming year only brings them more opportunities that let them shine even brighter ♥

III. OffGun (Off Jumpol & Gun Atthaphan)

probably my oldest bl actor cp. i first got to know them after theory of love where i absolutely adored khaithird. i know the majority (?) hated that show but i loved it to bits. i watched puppy honey soon after to see more of them, but never really felt too strongly about pickrome. i went around the internet to learn a bit about them as actors and people for a while but they never really stuck with me then. and then not me and seanwhite happened. offgun took over my heart again and i was truly sad when i thought not me would be their last bl. but then they announced cooking crush! and now we get the trainee too! and i just think my love for them will never end; they've been here with me through it all, in one way or another ♥

IV. PondPhuwin (Pond Naravit & Phuwin Tangsakyuen)

during the surge of bl in my life that begun with bad buddy (and maybe not me too), i binged a ton of other/older gmmtv (bl) series. fish upon the sky was one of them, and even if i never quite liked that series, i loved the chemistry between pond and phuwin. i've actually known phuwin since his acting debut under gmm (when he was a true baby) and was curious to see him with a new face. i was even more excited when i realized they would be getting a new chance with never let me go as palmnueng would introduce a very different type of setting for them. now they're very dear to me as i also came to know pond and especially phuwin as people ♥

V. MarcPawin (Marc Natarit & Pawin Thanik)

the black sheep of my 2023 that i never saw coming. honestly, i wasn't a big fan of my gear and your gown, and so i thought i was not hooked on these two. then they got their glorious comeback during the nlmg our skyy 2 eps and a whole ass tsunami were put in motion in my brain. the wave hit shore when they started getting side couple vibes in dangerous romance and finally got to kiss again. and now we have we are where these two are about to be one of the couples (still not sure if they're main or not). am obsessed. i love this comeback for them. i hope this carries them further than ittpai ever did ♥

Bonus: Mark Pakin + Everyone

i think my school president and his role as tiw started the rise of one mark pakin. after that, the year 2023 has truly been His Year. he's gone from tiw and being paired with ford to appearing as saleng in moonlight chicken where he was paired with view to then appearing again as tiw who was even more prominently with por (ford) to getting paired with neo in only friends as nick and now ending his year as night in last twilight where we've seen the first hints of him being paired with namtan. boy keeps changing partners like socks and it's absolutely brilliant bc he has chemistry with everybody. he's even teased new upcoming projects with a new partner (ohm thi?) and keeps saying he's truly fine with any partner and anyone we'd like to ship him with. an icon. a legend. i love him a lot.

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thank you for sending this question to me jess! i hope this was anything like what you wanted to see ^^ i made some tough decisions here bc i also had several other couples/ppl i would've liked to point out after this year.

#jimmysea #forcebook #offgun #pondphuwin #marcpawin #mark pakin #gmmtv actors #does anything here even make sense #i feel like my brain is half fried after the past week or so #this was a lot of fun tho!! #thank you so much for enabling me ♥

[anonymous-gambito]

Just finished watching but I refuse to say anything smart about Revolutionary Girl Utena since all that I've gathered and analysed has probably already been said before countless times in the last two decades and a half, so I'll just share some of my mostly unhinged reactions instead (not all in order):

- "What's with the egg cracking" "..." "I should tell future kids this was the trans agenda"

- *Yelling* "I'VE GOT THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE!"

- " 'Yeah I like guys. For instance, i like that one idealized guy I made up in my head' – said no baby lesbian ever" (sarcasm)

- "Thanks for all the trigger warning folks :)" "..." "My biggest trigger was actually seeing cats be mistreated so RIP me I guess haha" (I went to Does The Dog Die as soon as I saw the cat this is a joke ppl no one overthink this pls)

- "When people told me there'd be incest in this I didn't realize it'd be the only sibling flavor on the menu"

- "That Black Rose stuff sounds like bad news but it's giving ppl cool little outfits so..."

- "If I had a penny for every pink haired character who fantasized about that creepy dude looking like a young little twink I'd have two pennies, which isn't a lot but–"

- "Dudes who peaked in highschool so they just decided to never leave"

- "I thought my first Ikuhara anime would have desensitized me to all other Ikuhara anime but in retrospective 'butt stuff' was a much easier metaphor to understand"

- "Are you really trying to go for both the brother and the sister???" (Things I have somehow said more than once while watching this)

- "Is that guy for real???" *Is actually legitimately doubting that guy's existence*

- "Spree of vehicular manslaughter (allegory) (allegory for other kinds of crime even)"

- " 'Daddy Long legs'? You mean, like, the book??? You mean the book or that anime adaptation where the age gap is actually creepier? Because the art style and the fashion in that think was cool af but damn was it uncomfortable" "..." "Anyways don't fucking call him that I might throw up"

- "They care more about the dress code than about all this child grooming going around so this is basically like ur average school"

- "He was LEADING HER ON! *hits table* I KNEW IT! He's been manipulative since the beginning so of course I suspected that he was encouraging his sister's feelings so he could have control over her and–" *keeps rambling*

- "This is the future the 'abstinence only sex ed' crowd want. Just look at them! They don't even see the red flags!"

- "My face is gonna get stuck in that cringe"

- *Starts biting table* "Hitting isn't dramatic enough for this anymore"

- "I'm getting all kinds of deja vu about that reveal, like I've seen it years before and had just forgotten about it" "..." "which is annoying me because I did NOT sign up to be part of this show's narrative themes like fuck this immersive experience shit"

- "Intricate Rituals™" "..." "Okay I'm just surprised I hadn't said that one before, considering"

- "...Suddenly all that slapping around has gained a lot more narrative significance..."

#revolutionary girl utena #shoujo kakumei utena #rgu #ambi utena post

[shadowedoracle]

The Dark One Doesn’t Get Sick

Summary: The Dark One doesn't get sick. Or so he claims. But since the he clearly has a terrible cold, Belle takes it upon herself to care for him and make him rest up. Cue one baffled, grouchy patient.

Rating: T

A/N: This was originally intended to be my Fluffapalooza fic for last year. It was all drafted in my notebook but I got sick and when it was only partially typed up. And since I felt terrible pretty much all the rest of 2022 it kind of got stuck in limbo ( Like so much of my work. I really do want to go back and finish my WIPs and write new stuff but damn migraines get in the ways). Anyways, I could have left publishing it until this year's Fluffapalooza but, given it was pretty much complete (on paper), that idea kind of depressed me. So tada! I finished typing up and editing a thing!

[AO3]

“I’b not sick,” Rumplestiltskin said with a mulish expression on his face. “The Dark One doesn’t get --” he blew his nose loudly into a brightly coloured handkerchief -- “sick.”

Belle rolled her eyes at him. “The evidence in front of me says otherwise. That cough’s been getting worse since yesterday and your nose is sounded more bunged up than ever.”

He waved a hand dismissively at her, “It’s nothing.” He let out a hacking cough. “It’s just a slight irritation from a dusty ancient tome of potions I was reading. Maybe if you dusted the library more, instant of lying about reading, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Belle leveled a cool glare at him that had reduced many former suitors and her father’s counselors to babbling wrecks. Rumplestiltskin held his ground but his hands started fidgeting in front of him and after a few moments he became very interested in the pattern on a tapestry on the wall beside him. Taking advantage of his distraction Belle darted forward and placed the back of her hand on his brow before her could stop her.

“And I suppose the dust and fumes gave you a raging fever too, did they?” She said, letting the full depth of her incredulity colour her voice.

Large reptilian eyes, which had dilated as soon as he’d realized she had stepped into his space, narrowed into tiny slits to glare at her. “Yes.” He snapped.

She stepped back and crossed her arms, considering the stupid stubborn, sick sorcerer in front of her. Rumple let out another series of hacking coughs and she winced at the rattling sound coming from his lungs. That did it.

“Come with me,” she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind her to avoid any argument.

Of course, she knew he could always use his magic to vanish, but had maybe his sickness interfering with his magic or else he’d forgotten its existence (he seemed to do that from time to time) or perhaps decided better of it. And so, after a few moments of dragging his feet, the Dark One meekly allowed himself to be led through the corridors of the Dark Castle by his maid.

“Where are we going?” He grumbled as they climbed the central staircase to the third floor.

“Your room,” she said, not bothering to look at him.

He stopped dead and, when he didn’t move again at her commanding tug, she turned her head back and frowned at him.

“W-w-why?” He rasped.

Belle barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. “Because you need to be tucked up in bed, not roaming around making yourself sicker.”

“And… and you plan on tucking me in?” He asked in an odd tone she couldn’t decipher. She thought she saw blush staining his golden-scaled cheeks and his pupils were wider than normal, but those could just be further symptoms of his illness.

Her own cheeks felt slightly hot. She hadn’t actually thought this plan all the way through but there was no backing out now -- anyway Rumple needed to be taken care of.

“Yes,” she said shortly. Rumple stared at her in stunned silence, but didn’t let go of her hand or protest as she began dragging him along again.

This wasn’t the first time she’d stunned the Dark One into silence. In fact, she’d done it often enough now that it no longer felt like much of an achievement. But she did still feel a sense of pride and relief that he’d stopped protesting -- for now.

When they reached Rumplestiltskin’s room she ordered the Dark Castle to light a fire. Orange flames sprang up immediately in response to her request and she thought the room would warm up quickly. Certainly, the fires in the Dark Castle seemed faster, and far more effective at heating even the draftiest of rooms, than the fires in her father’s castle had ever been. It was one of the many small bits of magic that she was very grateful for.

Rumple’s hand had gone slack in hers and she grasped his sweaty palm firmly again tugging in towards his bathing chamber.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” He squeaked, coming to a halt and wresting his hand from hers as she made to enter the small room.

She turned to face him, taking in the rattling of his breathing and the feverish sheen to his scaled skin. “Running you a steamy bath,” she replied striding into the bathing chamber.

She wasn’t sure if Rumple would follow, glancing back she saw he just stood stock still -- stiller than any human or animal she’d ever seen --  and stare at her as she filled the bath with water. She said silent thanks that he hadn’t countered her commands to the Dark Castle or magicked her to some other part of the it.

Deciding to leave him to adjust to the idea, she picked up the bottles around the side of his bath, sniffing them carefully in turn before adding a few drops of Eucalyptus oil and peppermint oil into his bath along with a few other oils she thought would help clear his nose and lungs. A nice cleansing fragrance wafted from the quickly-filling bath and large clouds of steam  spread through the small room.

She turned around, satisfied the Castle could finish the bath for her. At some point Rumplestiltskin had entered the chamber but he was still hovering a few paces from the door, looking like he was unsure what was happening. She hoped his fever wasn’t making his affecting his mind.

“Your bath’ll be ready soon,” she said moving towards him.

“I really don’t see what a bath full of fancy smelling water is supposed to do,” he said casting a suspicious look at the bath.

“The steam should help clear your nose and chest and the vaporized oils will sped up the process and have longer lasting effects. Surely you used to have such baths before you became the Dark One?” His hands fidgeted in front of him. “No,” he finally said, his eyes downcast.

She paused, wondering at his response and trying to decipher his awkward and uncomfortable body language. Myriad other questions rushed into her head that she longed to ask, but now did not seem like the time to press him.

“Well,” she said gently, hoping the soothing tone would mollify him, “it’s very nice and effective. It’s always helped me when I’ve had a cold.”

He sniffed, although whether that was in response to her words or because of his illness, she couldn’t say.

A few minutes later, the Castle finished filling the bath, “it’s ready for you,” she said, smiling at Rumple, but he made no move to come any further into the room or get ready for his bath. She sighed to herself, why do I have to do everything here? Not that this couldn’t have an upside. She hurriedly buried that thought away knowing it was dangerous territory as she walked back towards him.

She stepped into his personal space, only a handsbreadth between them, and heard his breath catch. She waited, but no cough followed. Perhaps the steam was doing him some good already.

Her heart beat quicker at the closeness of Rumple and the heat coming off him (but some of that might be his fever, she thought). Despite the warmth of him, he stood as if frozen to the spot, only the muscles in his face moving. His eyes were wide and round and he was hardly breathing, staring at her like a frightened deer unsure which way to flee.

Gathering her courage she reached out and undid the first button of his waistcoat. As she reached for the second button he suddenly came to life again; letting out a high pitched squawk that was very unbecoming of the Dark One (and that she was sure he’d deny ever making) he jumped out of her reach.

“What in blazes to you think you’re doing?” He cried, now a good few feet from her.

She leveled a steady gaze at him. “Getting you ready for your bath. You can hardly get in wearing all that,” she said waving her hand up and down, indicating the leather jacket, the richly embroidered red and gold waist coat, tight-fitting brown leather trousers -- probably best not to think too much about those right now, she admonished herself.

He was staring at her like she’d grown an extra head and the silence between them was only broken by his raspy breathing and gentle sound of the bath filling itself with water.

As she watched, she saw a range of emotions play out across Rumple’s face: there was yearning there -- a desire to be cared for she could see that. But it was warring with incredulity, reluctance and fear. It seemed to take him an age to decide what mask to wear.

“I’m quite capable of getting myself undressed,” he snarled at her.

She mentally shook her head, he could never intimidate her, for she knew he was all bark and no bite when it came to her. She crossed her arms again. “Fine. Go on then.”

He stared at her. His eyes searching hers as if looking for something although she wasn’t sure quite what.

“Turn around then.” He made one of his signature little twirls of his hand.

She did as he requested, charmed by his shyness. Although a part of her was disappointed not see him strip and stand before her naked… She shook herself mentally. You’re here to look after him because he’s sick Belle, not ogle the poor man.

She heard a splash and a groan from behind her, before he muttered, “you can turn around now.”

She turned around to see Rumple’s head visible over a mound of bubbles. He must have made those himself. Certainly none of the oils she’d added, made thick bubbles like that. But if bubbles were what he wanted, and were what made him comfortable, she didn’t mind.

She smiled at him. “Good. Now you can just stay there until I say you can get out.”

She left the bathing chamber ignoring the muttering about bossy, uppity, little maids, she knew he didn’t really mind those qualities at all. Back in his room. she got to work plumping pillows, and making sure the whole space was nice, cozy and optimally conducive to an invalid’s recovery.

When she had judged sufficient time had passed, she put her head around the bathroom door. Rumple lay in the bath his head back on the rim of the tub, his eyes closed, but the his breathing told her he was still awake. She noticed the layer of bubbles over the bath was still thick and concealing -- there was definitely some magic at play there, for sure.

“You may get out now,” she said, and Rumple’s eyes flew open to meet hers. She smiled at him and continued, “but don’t stuff yourself back into your regular clothes you should wear something soft and loose.”

She didn’t stay to hear his response but instead strode into the bed chamber and stood in readiness beside the bed. After a few minutes Rumple emerged from his bathing chamber, clad in a simple, loose-fitting, light cotton shirt and pair trousers. His wild curls were frizzier than ever, and she longed to comb through them with her fingers to see if they were as soft as they looked.

She smiled at Rumple and patted the bed, hoping her last thoughts weren’t visible on her face. “Now lie on top of the bed here.”

He gave her a suspicious look but, to her slight surprise, he complied without complaint.

“Open your shirt.”

He bolted upright and stared at her. “What?” He spluttered.

She picked up the small jar of lotion from his bedside table and raised it to his eye line for his inspection. “I need to put this on your chest. It with help you breath easier again.”

He continued to stare at her in stupefied silence. “Will you let me?” She asked, aware that this request was tiptoeing along the edge of, and perhaps further blurring, that unspoken boundary between them.

For a few more minutes he stared into her eyes, and she found herself holding her breath, hoping he could see the kindness and friendship she was offering were genuine. He must have found that (or another answer he deemed satisfactory) for without another word he carefully raised his hands to his buttons, his fingers shaking, and undid his shirt buttons one by one. She wondered why he had chosen to undo them without magic. She could never work out when he’d use it or when he wouldn’t. He loved using it and yet, at times, he seemed to need to do things himself physically, and sometimes he seemed to forget he had magic available to use at all.

As he opened his shirt, she tried hard not to stare the gleaming green-gold scaled chest he bared before her. He was slender, yet well-built, his wiry form revealing nicely toned muscles.

She wrenched her gaze away, back up to his face, and found he was gazing right right at her. She could feel her face growing hot and couldn’t meet his eyes. To give herself something else to concentrate on, she knelt on the bed beside him and rubbed lotion onto her hands.

“This might feel a feel a bit sticky and cold at first,” she said. Her hands hovering just above his exposed chest.

He sighed, but inclined his head and replied, “Do your worst.”

Her hands were trembling slightly as she lowered them to his chest. He let out a slight gasp, and she glanced up to see him staring up at her, his pupils even larger and darker than usual, and filled with an awe and adoration that made her whole body warm and her breath quicken. Although she could have stared at him like that forever, she found herself the first one to look away, afraid if she said or did the wrong thing the moment would end and he’d not let her continue to care for him. He was sick, his health was more important that this... whatever, it was that this was. She focused her attention back onto his chest and tried to think of calm, boring things and not what had been in Rumple’s eyes, nor the fact that she was touching him skin-to-skin.

After that first gasp, he remained silent (bar the odd cough and squeeze) as she applied the lotion to his chest. He held himself very still at first, his body palpably tense but gradually, under her gentle ministrations, his muscles relaxed.

The cool of the fresh lotion and her slow pace were at odds with the way her heart raced at the sight and feel of Rumplestiltskin’s bare chest. His scales added a slightly raised texture to his skin and she loved the feel of it against her palms and more than anything she wanted to see if he had those same scales all over him. Her eyes seem to glance down towards his waist almost of their own accord and she had to force herself to stare back at his chest, decidedly ignoring the tug of approval in her lower body and the pulsing of her blood telling her just how much she wanted to look.

No she told herself sternly. You are looking after the poor man because he’s sick. You are not here for your own pleasure. He doesn’t actually want you or even really care about you. He couldn’t. Why, of all the women in the world, would he want you? He certainly wouldn’t want you to look at or touch him like that. So you will not be so depraved as to enjoy his sick body for your own titillation.

When at last she had applied the lotion to his chest  and upper back, she pulled away and scrambled off the bed.

“You can close your shirt and get under the covers now,” she told him as she went into the bathing chamber to rinse off her hands.

When she emerged Rumple was tucked up in bed with the covers up to his chin. She broadly smiled at the sight. “Good. Now you just stay tucked up there for a while.”

“But what am I supposed to do?” he whined, looking somewhat bewildered.

She rolled her eyes. “Relax. Sleep. Sleep will help you heal faster you know.”

“The Dark One doesn’t sleep.”

“Ever?” She knew he was semi-nocturnal, and most spent nights at his spinning wheel or locked up in his laboratory, but she had assumed since he had a bed chamber and a bed that he must sleep at least sometimes. Unless he only keeps them for other… purposes. Her mind helpfully interjected. She dragged her thoughts away from that and tried ignore the images it provided, of what exactly he might use that bed for instead of sleep.

Rumple shrugged. “I suppose the Dark One may have been known to doze.” He paused then added, “Only very, very occasionally though.”

“Perhaps this could be one of those occasions?” She suggested.

He shrugged again. “Perhaps.”

She thought about that. She had meant to just leave him to sleep. But if sleep was such an unusual and rare occurrence and she left him alone and he couldn’t sleep… He’d just get bored and leave this bed far too soon.

“I tell you what,” she said slowly, an idea blooming in her mind. “Why don’t I read to you?”

He stared at her, and was silent just long enough she started to worry before he nodded and waved his hand at her. “I suppose that would be acceptable.” He had obviously been trying for the careless, nonchalant tone he used while making his deals but it was thoroughly undermined by a coughing fit as soon as he finished speaking.

“Stay there then. I’ll be right back.”

He rolled his eyes at her and she smiled as she dashed to her own bedroom to find a suitable book.

When she returned a few minutes later he had buried himself deeper into his covers and she smiled at him wrapped up and cozy, frizzy black hair splayed over his pillow.

A comfortable chair had appeared beside the bed and she smiled at the gesture.

“So what story are you going to regale me with?” He asked as she sat down.

She turned the book towards him. “Her Handsome Hero.” He read aloud in a scathing tone and sneered at her. “I suppose this is one of those insipid cheap romances where the ‘hero’” he said the word mockingly, “is a bland and unnaturally good -- and unnaturally good-looking -- sort of man who rides around slaying villains to impress pretty maidens.”

“No. No. This is not like that. This book is about compassion and forgiveness... the things that truly make a hero. But it doesn’t pretend those qualities are easy, and both the hero and the villain are complicated and nuanced characters not just one-dimensional stereotypes. I swear. Why don’t you give it a try and see?”

He had a stubborn and disgruntled look on his face that she recognized well. And with the mass of covers in his large bed swamping him, she was reminded very strongly of a small child pouting.

She sighed internally. She had known choosing this book was a risk. But she wanted to share this book, share her love for it, and share this part of her with him.

“Just one chapter?” She said, when the silence between them had dragged on for a few minutes. “If you hate it, I can stop.”

He remained silent and she thought for sure he was going to refuse, when finally he let own a grumbling sigh. “Fine,” he said and held up a single finger. “One chapter.”

She smiled and nodded, “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” he grumbled.

“Well then, ‘Once upon a time…’” She began, settling into her narration voice. Rumple made several scoffing noises throughout the chapter, and muttered a few things she chose to ignore, but didn’t disrupt her reading.

When she reached the end of the first chapter she looked up and raised an eyebrow in askance at him.

“Fine. One more,” he muttered. “And only because I want to cheer on that obnoxious twit’s foes. They better manage to kill him.” He grumbled.

That second chapter, soon became a third, then a fourth and a fifth. By the end of the fifth chapter he voice was getting raspy and sounded almost as bad as Rumple’s, despite the glass of water he’d provided for her.

“I think that’s all I can manage today.” She said, closing the book. Rumple didn’t reply and she leaned over concerned. His eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling in the gentle rhythm of sleep.

She smiled. Apparently the Dark One did get sick and did sleep after all. She stood up from her chair and glanced around the room, making sure Rumple had everything he needed in here for now. She’d check on him in a few hours. But she ought to give him some privacy to sleep.

As she began to make her way for the door, Rumple reached out and grabbed her hand. She jumped and turned back towards him, clearly he was not as asleep as she’d thought, though his eyes remained closed. “Stay,” he murmured.

She mentally shrugged, well if he wanted her company a little longer she didn’t mind that. She made to settle back into her chair.

Rumple shook his head. “No. In here… With me.” He gestured to the other side of the bed and she stilled, her heart racing.

An invitation to share his bed. She’d wanted it for a long time, almost since the beginning, if she was honest with herself. Of course, she’d wanted something a little different from this. She hadn’t exactly pictured keeping a sick Dark One company as the first -- and probably only -- time she’d receive an invitation to his bed.

“Please?” He said, tugging on her hand.”

She nodded. “All right.” She said and kicked off her shoes and padded around to the other side of the bed. She hadn’t been going to refuse. But the vulnerable note in his voice tugged her mind to the present circumstances and away from thinking about other kinds of  invitations to his bed.

She settled herself under the covers leaving a few hands of space between them. At first she just lay there on her back, wondering what Rumple expected of her and how she was supposed to sleep with him so close by. She had her answer to the first question, as few moments later, sleepy arms pulled her closer to him and Rumple curled up into her side, his head on her right shoulder and his right arm lying across her stomach.

She reached out and gently swept some of his curls from his face -- they were as soft as satin -- and gazed at the softness and the vulnerability in his sleeping form. Her heart expanded in her chest and her breath caught as she realized what an honor it was that Rumple was willing to share this level of vulnerability with her, how much he had truly come to trust her. Perhaps this was a deeper, more meaningful and more intimate invitation than the one she’d originally desired. She closed her eyes, listening to the soft rasps of his breathing. If this was the only night she had in Rumple’s bed, in his arms, then it was enough. It was perfect in its own way and that was -- would have to be -- enough.

***

Hours later Rumplestiltskin awoke with his head buried in something soft yet firm, that was  most definitely not did not feel like his pillow. He opened his eyes and lifted his head, and felt his eyes widen as he realized it was in fact, Belle’s bosom, still mostly encased in her blue dress and white blouse, that he’d been using as a pillow.

He was closer to Belle than he’d ever truly believed possible. She was breathing slowly and peacefully in slumber, and letting out the occasional slight snore that was unspeakably adorable.

He knew he should move away, put some space between them and place his head back on his own pillow. It would embarrass her if she awoke to find him nestled against her chest. But… he’d slept a little for the first time in ages. Much more deeply than he normally did too. It was highly unlikely he’d fall asleep again tonight. So what was the harm in lying against Belle a little longer and only moving away when she started stirring? Belle need never know.

It was depraved of him he knew, but for some reason she’d agreed to share a bed with him tonight but likely never would again. Besides, he’d never pretended to be either good or strong-willed.

He nestled back into her chest and Belle sleepily wrapped her arms around him, holding him in place. As he lay there in perfect contentment, for the first time in centuries, sleep overtook him once more. His last thought, before unconsciousness claimed him, yet again, was: I ought to get sick more often.

#Rumbelle #Rumbelle Fic #Fic: The Dark One Doesn't Get Sick #My Fic #Shadowedoracle's Fic #More Dark Castle Fluff #Because I just love it

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CHAPTER 3

WORKING TITLE: STUCK — DIRECTORY

ERWIN X FEM!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N | modern & college AU, parallel uni, eventual romance & smut, crack treated seriously, literal reader-insert lol, typical isekai plot but come on!

SUMMARY: All the fictional characters you consume and know of seem to exist in one time and space. Unfortunately for you, you suddenly woke up in that world out of the blue. It is until your encounter with a disturbingly curious character that you realized you could still have your way out. Oh, what could go wrong? AO3 | FANFICTION

WORDS: 3k

A few weeks after that trip, Erwin became quite unreachable.

As for you, you took tremendous effort in leaving an impression to suffice with this body's previous lack of privilege. After university classes, you drop by Shiganshina High to assist Pyxis. Aside from mundane administrative tasks, you have to ensure that the school principal wouldn't spot his liquor; not only is it forbidden, but Pyxis spearheads the Prefect of Discipline. The dirty task was his only condition for you to stay under his wing despite the lack of credentials.

The prefect office was isolated at the lower ground of the school—just behind the highschool faculty—hence students are rarely spotted. Under circumstances that they are, it's either they're bruised in a fight or just smiling in anticipation because the guidance counselor, Frieda, has a lovely demeanor that endears the students so much to a point where they go visit her during breaktime.

Seeing the similar mundanity of this world and your original one somehow kept you in solace. This afternoon, only you and Pyxis are inside the room. He's staring at the large window behind him where kids are seen to be running, while you're stuck on the secretary table processing papers he entrusted you with.

"Today is a pleasant day, don't you think?" he sighed then sipped a drink on his iced tea bottle.

"Sir, everyone in the faculty knows how much you loathe that drink."

"I thought this would be the best option to conceal my liquor," the old man frowned, "they are of the same color."

"Iced tea doesn't turn faces red."

He initially responded with a burp, then chuckled. "Tell me about it."

"Please wash your face, Sir. The first thing Mr. Zackley would do upon knowing this ordeal is to fire me for tolerating it."

"Are you scared?" he jeered further, "Don't you worry. Erwin enhanced your reputation to the admin. I'm quite glad I took his suggestion of letting you stay, actually. Look how capable you are."

You chuckled without shooting him a look, "Don't try to stray the matter away by praising me. Just dispose of that bottle immediately."

"Tch, young people these days, being so stingy for nothing." he slouched on the table then, about to sleep. "Anyway, that young man, are you two a thing?"

You almost let your demeanor slip. I mean, not that I mind but— "What makes you think that?"

"Before convincing me to let you stay, I sometimes spot him at the cafe with you. His students have been grieving, you know? That young man's table is always full of chocolates no matter the holiday."

"Those chocolates came from his students?" you grimaced, "I thought he's just being kind when he says I look too sullen and that I need a sugar boost. Seems like he's just using me as a food trash bin."

"I was also made aware that you two went to Orvud two weeks ago. What's that long trip for?"

"Erwin's planning to go back to the university and enroll in masters. He's preparing research concerning early education inside foster homes. I came from one myself, hence I'm one of his subjects."

"Hm, he gave up his plan to pursue his studies ever since his father got sick. You sure you didn't become some source of motivation?"

"The only thing that could motivate that man to that extent is curiosity."

"Make sure to check on him, though. His students are assuming he's heartbroken given how sullen he looks, but…" this time Pyxis raised his head to shoot you a serious look, "I heard his father's condition got worse. Last time he even inquired about funeral services to me. I was a bit insulted but that's when I realized he's preparing for it—all by himself." There, you halted from what you were doing. "If Erwin is finally pursuing his studies, it's either he doesn't want his father to feel like he's being burdened by his disease, or he just wants to distract himself from the dread. If it's the latter, then I hope you could help him."

"How would I do that?"

The old man shrugged before napping for good, "Don't know. Surprise him. You said it's the curiosity that riles him up, after all."

And so you tried finding him. When your sight finally caught him again, an unconscious wide smile got plastered on your face. He was seated on a bench with a book in his hand. 

He was staring at you the same; it's just that he was lacking a smile. It didn't render him as cold, though, because a hint of welcome laced his eyes. Oh, here you are. Finally having a great time? Or so it says.

Dropping the book to his lap, he examined your features as you walked. He covered one of his eyes with a palm, then uncovered it, then covered it again. By the time you reached him you already looked confused, "What are you on?"

He remained silent—his gaze fixed—then tapped the space beside him, urging you to sit.

Instead of asking why he's seemingly avoiding you since that trip, you checked in, "You okay, Commander?"

"I've been dreaming about that world." his voice was tired, utterly so. You tried to convince yourself it was just due to his class all day, but then the usual Erwin knows how to keep his demeanor despite exhaustion.

Was this sight making me uncomfortable? Why?

"Did the dreams get worse?"

"No matter where I look, I know everyone in that world and they belong here with me. You, on the other hand…" There, you realized why you're being uncomfortable. You used to be so desensitized with what he feels. You do not see whatever happening to him as real; you deem his feelings as valid but not enough to respect its veracity. You could joke it off, even. "You told me you could see that world, but who are you there, really?"

"I'm… no one. I can see that world like an audience from afar."

"Not even a titan that one of my greatest soldiers had killed?"

"Do I look like one?"

He shrugged, "Maybe I can ponder about it. Their faces etch my memory too well, after all."

"I'd literally cry if you do that," you sighed defeatedly. "I stay uninvolved all throughout. I'm just watching from nowhere. That's all. Why—"

"Well, like what? Like someone behind a television?"

Blood flushed your body cold. Not only did he guess it right, he also sounded completely displeased—sardonic, even. It was as if the ordeal was laid down to him without your knowledge, all despite your attempts to conceal it.

Or maybe…

"When you brought me home that night," you tried to hide the trepidation upon noticing his demeanor go darker, "and saw the documents at my table…"

"I offered to help you clean it; it didn't take me long to realize why you panicky refused."

There were no more words needed. You tried to open your mouth, though. You tried as you wanted to say that you see things in a different light now. You wanted to share the conspiracies stipulating the orphanage's owner and your world. You wanted to say that maybe there are bridges crossed that led you to this.

"I-I actually have—"

"I'm not asking you to explain."

You closed your mouth then.

"I'm not abrasive enough to blame you, too. If anything, you're nothing but another victim."

"I'm sorry."

"And your apologies will do nothing but piss me off."

You clenched your fists, hoping that'd help to tone down the anxiousness.

"Just let me confirm one thing."

"Go on."

"Am I going to die without knowing anything about that world?"

Your shoulders slumped and eyes went down the ground. Erwin caught that as he finally turned his gaze at you. "Yes."

"What's on the other side of the wall, then?"

"Humans."

"I see. Then how that world would end is already obvious."

"Of course," you sighed, "you're smart like that."

"How do people in your world construe our deaths?"

That, you didn't answer. It's not that you can't, you just won't. Not even if he forces you. The quite frustrating thing, however, is that Erwin knows you wouldn't hence he provokes further, "Was it irrelevant for them? Was it something to cry on for a minute before going to work?"

You didn't answer.

"Something to analyze, perhaps? When I started charging my comrades to death, did it spark a discourse whether I'm in the right or wrong?"

"Erwin…"

"Are there people thinking that it wasn't a big deal because my comrades were nothing but silly backgrounds?"

You didn't answer.

"Was my foolish projection for the death of my father left an impression of me being a heartless monster? Or were people pitying me to the core?"

"Stop!" you huffed quite too loudly. The people crossing by started looking subtly.

"Why? Did I hit a boundary?"

"I've been seeing things the different way since I woke up here, Erwin."

"I didn't say otherwise. My questions are not to attack you."

"You look so angry right now."

"Well, does it scare you?"

Realizing this talk will lead to nowhere, you stood up and gestured to leave. "I'm sorry you felt that way, but the fact that I'm here in front of you proves that the world couldn't just be enclosed with screens nor ink. That's why we're working together, right? So we could figure out how things work around."

But his face was utterly bleak, unamused, not even a hint of concurrence could be seen.

"Right?" your tone was nearing begging.

"I realized that I'm not that interested anymore. I think the answers I garnered are enough."

Oh.

"That would be fine for you, wouldn't it? I'm willing to compensate for the memories recalled back at Orvud. That's the least that I could do."

"No," you shook your head blankly with a tight-lipped smile, "You have nothing to compensate for because they aren't mine to begin with."

There was still this tiny doubt if you actually meant that but he just decided to nod, "I'm thankful for putting up with the burden, though. Is there something I could—"

"I said you don't have to do anything else. We don't have to bother seeing each other anymore, even." then finally turned your back, "Take care. I hope your father gets well soon. Pyxis told me about it. Don't let that world consume you. Deem it as nothing but silly nightmares."

You didn't let him say more afterward. That's what you'd like to think as well, after all. This world is a silly dream; perhaps you're just sick in your world and about to wake up soon.

The futile work of convincing, however, was shattered one day at the comic store. You intended to explore this world to gather clues. After all, the common ground of this one and yours is that you've seen most of the people here in fictional works. You prepared for the worst; maybe there would be a powerful vault or wormhole to bring you back. Maybe it'd cause this world to ruin—well, that was the worst you thought of.

You never saw the possibility of seeing a comic with you as its cover. It was apparently a new bestseller.

You tried to ground yourself through slow deep breaths and with shaking hands, you grabbed the book. Flipping the pages gave you the urge to rip it off. There goes your early life. You saw the struggles of your family—ones that even caused you an all-nighter weeping—in an introspective comedy. The first death you had encountered in your life was for shit and giggles.

Your inner thoughts, too: the first time you thought of dirty things, let alone exploring your body, the first time you wished for a classmate to die, the first time you fantasized of marrying your crush—it was all revealed. You were stripped naked, deprived of your agency; the feelings you deem valid all your life were trampled into bits. Your most embarrassing moments were awakened in the most tragic way.

When you went to the cashier to pay for it, you were already crying. 

When you went to the faculty room the next day, you had two things at hand—one was the comic book and the other was a resignation letter. The comic book you dropped at Erwin's table while the resignation letter was given to Pyxis.

"Why all of a sudden?" the old man mused disappointingly when evening came, "Are you already fed up with hiding my liquor?"

"No," you let out a strained chuckle, "I just figured I couldn't balance studying and working at the same time. I'm considering settling on one part time job."

"I could just adjust your workload if you asked. You don't need to go all the way and quit."

You couldn't explain more, nothing but a defeated smile. You don't have coherent justification with your decision. All in mind was to stray away from all these characters because their existence—and the fact that they're characters—repulsed you, annoyed you, and angered you. The thought that you are one as well makes you want to leave to a place where you wouldn't recognize anyone.

"It would take time for the admin to approve this, though and I have yet to find a replacement. Would that be fine?"

You shot Pyxis a teasing look, "And when the previous month you kept on spurring that there are lots of better ones than me, huh."

With a sigh, he lightly hit your head with the paper. "I'm gonna have to talk to the faculty about this. After all, some of their workloads are assigned to you."

"Faculty? Does that mean—" Erwin will know? He might get the wrong idea—well no, what he could construe from this wouldn't be entirely wrong, but still.

"Did you perhaps… had a fight with Erwin? Is that why you wanted to quit?"

"What? No." He wasn't convinced so you added, "My world doesn't revolve around him, Sir." 

However, maybe all would be well if your world just revolves around this man you used to admire from afar—you loathe that setup and trope yourself, but it's certainly a lesser evil than a life revolving around ink and satire.

"Well, since you're leaving, I might as well maximize your service." he handed a document and added, "Go to the conference room and give this to the organizing head for the upcoming parent-teacher conference.”

"Who?"

"Don't know, but I think they're at the conference room right now. Just hand it to the first person you'll see."

"Copy."

Just before you could close the door, he called your name. "Think about it again, though. I'm willing to dispose of this and pretend I received nothing. Just tell me so."

You shot him a genuine smile then, "To have a considerate boss like you is enough."

But then again, what would you expect of the sly Pyxis? Erwin is the organizing head and there's no one in the room but him. He’s a bit taken aback at your presence, too. It seems like Pyxis told him something as well that led him here. He doesn’t look angry anymore, though. 

Were you supposed to feel relief at that?

No, the comic series drained all the potential relief you could gain in this world. You wouldn’t be surprised if your listlessness stays for good. You even thought about what's happening right now; is someone orchestrating actions behind my back? Is my identity crisis right now a potential crack?

“This is my last job for today. I’ll excuse myself now.”

You turned your back but even before you could leave for good, he called your name. This time, his tone was gentle, “Are you okay?”

“Hm,” you nodded, bit your lip, and attempted to remain in your composure. Don’t shake. Don’t shake. Don’t shake. Don’t shake. Cry on the bed upon going home. “J-just as usual."

"Sure?"

Did you expect he'd let you out, though? He was a commander for a reason.

Defeated, you decided not to answer and just walk away without a word. But again, he halted you down; not by your name this time around but by placing a hand on your head and saying, “The series was terrible. They made fun of you without any direction. Whatever you feel about that is valid.”

Your lips started to shake. Still, you didn’t turn your back so he wouldn’t see your face, “Don’t worry. I didn’t have you read that to prove a point. I just want you to know that I understand where you're coming from during our last talk.”

“We must talk about such heavy matters while facing each other at the very least, don’t you think so?” He knew well that you were crying by now. And man, his remark didn’t help. You really huffed a sob with that. “Would you look at me?” 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you muttered, hoping he’d finally let you go.

“Okay, but look at me first.”

You fixed the creases on your facade before turning your back to face him. As soon as you did, however, Erwin brought you into his embrace. You let out a small huff in surprise but he just said, “Sorry. It seems to me that you needed to cry first."

As if that was the cue, you did it hard. It's as if your senses were begging you to do so after holding back so badly. 

Most importantly, you cried upon realizing that there's still a familiar figure in the vast unknown you got stuck to. Despite all the possibilities of this world, the way he knew so much about you—more than anyone must—made you not ponder if this was something dictated by an author with horrendous imagination.

"I apologize for that day."

"You were so angry at me that I couldn't help but get angry too," your voice cracked, "e-especially upon seeing that trash."

"But that's why we're working together—so we could figure out how things work around."

"You said you're not interested anymore."

"I was in denial."

"Well, I am too. I'm not interested anymore."

"I'm quite capable of convincing you."

"Try and find out."

He huffed a small chuckle before tapping on your back so you'd be encouraged to weep further. "I'll try after you're done crying."

This time the weeps were quite in relief; the solace offered you a space to lower your guard somehow.

Perhaps you could work around this disposition without running away from them.

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Tagged by @inktheblot

Relationship status: [vague gesture] "around" (up to user interpretation)

Favourite colour: I really don't care for colors individually, but my favorite color combo has to be bright red and teal-green these days. eyesearing, if possible.

Favourite food: dolma/grapeleaves, but specifically the ones sold at the store near my house

Song stuck in your head: "Salvaged Rage", earworm that it is

Last thing you googled: "readcomiconline to"

Time: 7:17 am

Dream trip: cross country road trip through the entire continental US to get to the Grand Canyon across a month. I've been planning it since I was like fourteen.

Last book you read: it might've been The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K LeGuin? i don't know. Whatever it was, it was a little while ago.

Last book you enjoyed reading: If The Lathe of Heaven was the last one I read, then that was the last one I enjoyed.

Last book you hated reading: Harrow the Ninth. I guessed the "twist" (if you could call it a twist) within the first like ten pages and then thought the entirety of the book until Gideon showed back up dragged so badly i almost wanted my shoulder to go back to being dislocated so I had something better to do with my time, like sit around being in agonizing pain. Unfortunately for everyone I'm a filthy completionist, so I read the whole book anyway.

Favourite thing to cook/bake: i do not like to cook or bake. does "microwave noodle soup" count

Favourite craft to do in your spare time: whichever craft I'm feeling. Drawing. Writing. Sculpture. Going outside and breaking rocks in half with a hammer. Throwing coins at my little brother until he throws coins at me in revenge. I just do shit.

Most niche dislike: i don't know what i do that is and is not niche. i think everyone shares all my interests. um... probably niche; that skin scars differently depending on where it is located on the body because the scars i want to be permanent don't and the scars i don't care about want to stick around apparently

Opinion on circus(es) now and in history: I don't really care about circuses and outside of the ethical concerns about historical circuses, I think being a performer is one of the most excellent professions ever and i respect the fuck out of every clown and circus performer to ever exist

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: yes and no, in that i have a direction inside my feet and nowhere else. Worst way I ever got lost was probably when I tried to take the train home, freaked out, got off too early, and wandered off into the wrong neighborhood before realizing i was in the wrong town and having to get back on the train, but that really wasn't that bad.

I don't wantto tag anyone for this because I am about to crash lmao but feel free to tag yourself in if you see this

#red rambles #tag game

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vale's music propaganda for the day: listen to back to the roots by slaves

#ghost boy talks #music talks #i do this a lot so! i shall have a tag for it. #anyways this has been stuck in my head ever since i realized it existed it's such a naib song and also i love this band #i kept accidentally singing it at work im like constantly moving around and doing shit and it's still not enough 4 my attention span #but i cant use stims that require my hands cause i gotta open boxes n shit so. i talk to myself all day long instead <3

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Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

<3

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

#mcyt fluff #techno x reader #mcyt #techno mcyt #mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #technoblade #dream smp techno #technoblade mcyt #mcyt philza #dsmp philza #philza x reader #philza #philza x you #sbi #sbi x you #sbi x reader #sbi x y/n #tommyinit mcyt #dsmp tommy #tommyinit x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinit dsmp #wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x reader

[urwelcomeforthis]

Alex’s tattoo shows up the day after she punches Marcus Hinkle.

He had been picking on Kara in the hallway, dangling her math book above her head, taking advantage of his summer growth spurt.

Kara still doesn’t know what possessed Alex – Marcus Hinkle had been a thorn in her side since she had landed on Earth and started school a year ago, but whatever the reason, today was the day Alex couldn’t take anymore.

Eliza had been furious. Jeremiah had been (not so) silently proud.

Kara didn’t know what she had felt, really. Especially not when she asked Alex why, and the older girl had just shrugged and said “You’re my sister. It’s what we do.”

Up until this point being sisters meant fights in the hallway over the bathroom and ignoring each other at the dinner table.

Apparently, things were changing.

Kara is just waking up when she hears Alex’s hushed “What the hell?”

“What is it?” She asks, groggily sitting up and wiping at the sleep in her eyes.

Her sister is holding her forearm up, frantically scrubbing at a spot right in the middle, her eyes frantic.

“I don’t…. I don’t know! It’s like a tattoo but I didn’t get a tattoo! Fuck, Mom is going to kill me.” Alex sounds panicked as she continues scrubbing at the spot, and Kara feels her heartbeat speed up.

“You had a tattoo just appear on your skin?” Kara asks slowly, her mind suddenly far away on a planet that doesn’t exist anymore, in a culture she had been forced to leave behind.

Alex stops scrubbing and looks at Kara with a piercing gaze. “Yeah. It’s some funny symbol too, like the way you used to write before you learned English. Did you do this to me?”

Alex leaps off the bed and crosses the room in two quick strides, arm held out like an accusation.

Kara shrinks in on herself a little but nods. “I think so. I didn’t know it was possible here, but well, on Krypton when your soul mate reveals themselves, a tattoo linking you appears. I should have one too, somewhere, if you do.”

Alex stops dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. “Soul mates? But we’re sisters! That’s so gross!”

Jumping up from the bed, hands held up in surrender Kara hastens to explain further. “No! Not like that, I promise! Back home, people had different kinds of soul mates. Sometimes it was the romantic kind like you talk about here on Earth, but other times it could just be a compatible soul, someone who was meant to be a part of you.”

Alex still looks wary, if not relieved, as she tentatively holds out her arm. “So, what does this mean? What kind of soul mates are we?”

Stepping forward Kara delicately traces the symbols on Alex’s forearm. “It literally means “sister of the soul.” Je shesur. The symbol after it is unique, the way we would know we were linked. If this had happened on Krypton it would mean we were soul sisters. Not from the same parents but family just the same.”

Alex nods. “And here on Earth? What does it mean here?”

“The same thing. At least that’s what it means to me.” Kara refuses to meet Alex’s eyes, not sure she wants to see what waits for her there.

There’s a long minute of silence after Alex takes her arm back. The clearing of her throat brings Kara’s eyes up from their place on the ground.

“Where’s yours?” Alex asks, eyes burning with curiosity.

Kara shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s not on my arms like yours is. It must be hidden. Can you look on my back?”

“Sure.” Alex nods. “Lift up your shirt.”

Kara turns and tugs her shirt up and over her head. It takes a moment, but she hears her sister gasp followed by the feel of fingertips against her left shoulder blade.

“It’s the same as mine.” Alex says reverently, and Kara closes her eyes against the emotion welling up there.

Who would have thought she would get to have this piece of home?

“So, I guess I’m stuck with you. For like, ever, huh?” Alex smiles once Kara has turned back around.

Kara grins back. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Alex shrugs. “Could be worse. But you have to tell Mom about this, because she’ll never believe me, and she is going to be pissed that I have a tattoo.”

“Sure, I can tell Mom.” Kara grins, a piece of her heart settling in place. She hasn’t felt at home on Earth, not really, but at this moment she feels like it isn’t all that bad.

--

The next person to get a tattoo is, interestingly enough, James.

It doesn’t come when they’re dating, or whatever it was that they were doing, no.

It comes after he has revealed himself to be Guardian, and he and Kara have the biggest fight of their friendship.

Kara wakes up the morning after tired, groggy, and more than a little cranky. Its as she’s stripping down to get in the shower that she notices it – the Kryptonese scrawled along the inside of her right bicep.

Throniv Shesur. Protector of the soul.

Kara heaves a deep, deep, sigh and grabs her phone.

She meets James at the DEO, both tentative around each other after the yelling match of the day before.

“So. I woke up with a tattoo. Kryptonese. Any idea what that’s about?” James looks smug, like he’s won some kind of battle with Kara and god, at that moment she wishes they were in the training room and she could just punch him.

“Yeah. I did too. It means “protector of the soul.” She crosses her arms against her chest, desperately trying to hold onto her anger from yesterday but the wide grin on James’ face is making it hard.

“I know. I asked Clark first thing since I figured you’re still pissed at me. He was a little surprised, but he translated it for me.”

“Where’s it at?” Kara asks, still pretending to be upset but truthfully it was hard given the glaring message from home telling her that James was meant to be Guardian. That they were meant to protect each other. Protect others together.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” James says with a waggle of his eyebrows and that’s what finally breaks Kara, a laugh ringing out across the room.

It wasn’t who she expected to have a tattoo, not in this way at least, but if it had to be anyone, she’s glad it’s James.

--

Mon-El doesn’t get a tattoo. Kara wishes she were more disappointed.

--

The last person to get a tattoo is someone Kara had desperately hoped both would and would not get a tattoo.

For a long time, she feared what that tattoo would be, if it were to happen. She feared having to explain it, having to explain herself.

She had checked with Clark a few times, when paranoia would get the better of her.

No, he always told her. Lex did not have a tattoo. They were enemies, yes, but it hadn’t been decided by destiny or fate. It just was.

That mollified Kara because she couldn’t stand it if she and Lena were to become Clark and Lex. She would fight against it, fight against fate to keep it from happening.

And then, well. It kind of happens anyways.

They aren’t enemies, not really. Lena just hates Kara and aims a few Kryptonite cannons at her and tries to mind control the entire planet, but really everyone is allowed a brief lapse of their sensibility, right?

And what matters is she came around, in the end.

It did take time, however, for them to build back to what they once had. It was different now, but in the way that things once broken and fixed usually are.

It was better, if anything.

They were back to shared lunches and dinners, quick breakfasts and coffee breaks. They were back to game nights as partners and movie nights as friends, and the occasional sleepovers as best friends.

Things were finally back to normal, so of course Kara had to go and absolutely, irrevocably, mess it up.

It was Alex’s fault, really.

If she hadn’t said anything, if she hadn’t asked Kara what was up between her and Lena lately, Kara probably never would have stopped to think about it.

She never would have stopped to think about the way her heart sped up when Lena entered a room, or the way her palms got sweaty when they hugged, or the way she just could not stop staring at Lena when she laughed at game nights.

But now she had thought of it and had come to the very scary conclusion that she was in love with her best friend.

Her best friend who didn’t have a tattoo.

She would, after all this time, have a tattoo, the tattoo, if they were meant to be together, right?

Kara mulls it over for weeks. It haunts her. She asks Lena about tattoos, and if she has any.

She learns that yes, in fact Lena does have tattoos and boy howdy one of them is on her lower back and it is seared into the back of her eyes now that she has seen it.

But she doesn’t have any kryptonian tattoos, which is really what Kara was aiming for.

Much like it was Alex’s fault that Kara even realized she was in love, it’s also Alex who reminds Kara of one important detail.

“Well I didn’t get my tattoo until after I punched what’s his face. Maybe you have to tell Lena how you feel and then she’ll get the tattoo.”

Kara feels dumb struck, right there on her own couch, because of course, Alex is right.

The tattoos always come after the person has already revealed themselves.

Then of course comes the true fear: what if she tells Lena and she still doesn’t get a tattoo?

That’s the question she’s mulling over the next night as she and Lena sit on her couch watching some documentary that had been put on Netflix.

Lena looks beautiful, face bare of makeup, hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, glasses slipping down her nose.

She’s eating a piece of pizza, a rare treat after a long week of work, and Kara decides that it doesn’t matter if Lena doesn’t get a tattoo.

She’s hopelessly, desperately in love with the woman and she can’t let a tattoo that may or may not come dictate her life.

“I’m in love with you, you know.” Kara blurts out, like this isn’t a life changing moment, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to say. (It is.)

Lena chokes a little on the bite she was swallowing, her hand coming up to her chest as she sets down the slice.

“Excuse me?”

Kara laughs. She’s never felt more free than in this moment. “I’m in love with you. I just thought you should know.”

Lena looks at her, shock written all over her face. “Oh. I guess that’s good.”

“Just good?” Kara nudges Lena’s thigh with her knee.

Lena shakes her head. “I mean it’s more than good, considering I’m in love with you too.”

“Yeah?” Kara could float up to the moon, she thinks.

Lena smiles, nose crinkled. “Yeah.”

It’s the next morning that Lena calls and asks if Kara can stop by. She has this tattoo she didn’t have yesterday, right on her ribcage, and it looks like it’s Kryptonian.

Kara frantically searches her own body, finding the script on her hip, on the left side.

Zhao Shesur. Love of the soul.

It took them five years to get to this point, but Kara knows, this moment was more than worth the wait.

#i took some liberties with kryptonese #here have a drabble #supercorp #lena luthor x kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #just some ideas on different kinds of soul mates and soul mates in general #not fully formed but this is as good as its going to get #i promise this has supercorp

[phantomrose96]

Fenton Fact

Danny leaned back against the red brick chimney of the Casper High roof, and he looked across the stretch of land rolling far off from the building top. For a place so off-limits, so hidden-away from the normal bustle of the school, the view really wasn’t anything special. Sure, the school was decently tall, but it overlooked the staff parking lot, and the empty Casper High tennis courts, and the back of a strip mall two blocks over with the recently-haunted laundromat.

Not that it mattered. It took more than tall-building-views to impress Danny anyway, even the nice ones. And he wasn’t up here for the view.

Danny let his eyes drift shut.

“Sup loner, room for one more?”

Danny startled, and it wasn’t Sam’s voice specifically that startled him. (He’d grown used to her bursting from his Fenton Phone earpiece during most nightly patrols.) He’d just lulled himself a bit too comfortably into the idea that no other human could follow him to the top of the locked rooftop of the Casper High building.

“Did I just surprise a ghost?” Sam asked. “Should I do it again with a ‘boo’?”

“Haha,” Danny answered with a fake chuckle. He blinked himself back to prickly awareness, drowsiness batted away like dust bunnies, and stared up at Sam. “I’m not surprised. I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be on the roof. How did you even—”

Sam was a few steps ahead of him. In explanation, she waggled the Fenton-branded grappling hook gripped in hand.

Danny leaned back with a faux-exasperated sigh. “Since when do you even have a grappling hook?”

“Since I told your mom it would be a wildly cool line of gear to add to the Fenton brand.”

“Does this mean my mom now has a grappling hook too?”

“Yes. And your dad. And Jazz. And Tucker.”

“Great. When I go home and all the ceiling fans are torn down I’ll know why.”

A gentle silence lapsed over them, punctuated with the swell of fall wind.

“So…” Sam continued. “Can I sit here?”

“Huh?” Danny looked at her, anchoring his drifting thoughts once more. “Oh, yeah. I thought the ‘yeah’ was implied.” Danny shuffled a bit to the side, back still resting against the chimney. He patted the spot he cleared. “What am I gonna tell you? No?”

“Just making sure.” Sam stowed the grappling hook to the side of her belt and settled into the spot beside Danny, feet outstretched. “In case maybe you wanted some alone time.”

“’Alone time’ isn’t really something I get anymore. I’ve had about a hundred-too-many ghosts crash through my bedroom for that.”

“So why the roof?”

“Roof is more for uh…” Danny twirled his hand, “‘less adoring crowds’ time. ‘Less classmates ogling me’ time. You can stay so long as you don’t ask me to sign anything.”

“I was never interested in the parasocial or capitalistic value of celebrity signatures. Besides, you cross your ‘t’s weird.”

Danny replied with a half-hearted chuckle. His line of sight drifted into the middle-distance again, unfocused.

“Is it getting to be too much?” Sam asked.

“Hmm?” Danny answered, eyes shifting back to her.

Sam gestured broadly, hands and arms outstretched. “You know just. All this. Everything.”

“…Nah.”

Another small silence grew from the cracks in the concrete between them.

“Paulina and Star are looking for you. You know that, right?”

“Oh, are they?”

“Danny. You knew that.”

“Maybe.”

“…And you’re not interested in seeing what they want?”

“I figure Tucker is keeping them busy.”

“You’re unfortunately right.”

“Phantom Phacts?”

“Phantom Phacts.” Sam nodded. “I made him promise to leave out any embarrassing trivia from the trivia section.”

“Thanks for that,” Danny answered. “Is his presentation any good?”

“You think I’ve ever stuck around to hear it?”

“Fair.”

Sam pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs and set her chin to her knees, staring forward.

“You’re really not interested in sitting with Star and Paulina for lunch?”

“Not really. Why? Is that bad?”

“No, it’s absolutely great. But I’m…” Sam shrugged, “surprised, I guess. I feel like usually you’d jump at the opportunity. And I kinda don’t think you’re refusing because you’ve suddenly recognized the banality of A-lister status.”

“Maybe that is what happened, you don’t know that. Down with capitalism, Sam.”

“Danny.” Sam tilted a fraction to face him. “I’m worried that this is all too much for you, and you just won’t admit it.”

Danny sat with the silence that followed. “I don’t think it’s too much. I’m just—I dunno. I mean. I’m just not feeling it.”

“…You can admit if it’s overwhelming, Danny. I’ll be the first to shut down ‘Phantom Phacts’ if it is.”

“Nah, nah let Tucker have his fun. He’s not the problem. It’s… I dunno.” Danny pushed himself taller against the chimney, upright now and unslumped. “It’s a little bit overwhelming, I guess, maybe. But it’s kind of what I expected. Maybe even a little easier than I was expecting. I thought I’d be dealing with a lot of Phantom-hate once everyone knew but, I guess that kind of died down a long time before everyone knew.”

“Valerie holding you at gunpoint in the cafeteria wasn’t Phantom-hate?”

“We’ve had a lot of good talks since then, okay?”

Sam let out a quiet laugh. “So then… why aren’t you sitting with the popular kids right now?”

“I just didn’t want to, I guess?”

“And why didn’t you want to?”

“It just didn’t really feel right.”

“Is it because of me?” Sam asked, another side-long glance cast to Danny. “Because you can sit with them. I’ll still make fun of you if you do, but you don’t have to… not sit with them because of me.”

“What? Huh—no. Nah, nah I mean I do care what you think Sam. But I mean if I wanted to be sitting with them then I would so. I mean. You don’t have to worry that it’s you.”

“So then what is it?”

Danny took a moment to answer.

“It’s just… it’s a feeling. I dunno. Like.” Danny spread his arms out. “The invitation is wrong? Or the invitation isn’t actually for me?”

“…The invitation is for Phantom instead?”

Pensive indecision set into Danny’s eyes. “That’s not totally it. Because I mean I AM Phantom. I’m not not me when I’m Phantom. Maybe I trash-talk a little more in ghost form but I’m not… not me. That’s still just me. You know that.”

“Right, yeah, no Danny. It just sounded like that’s what you were saying.” Sam let her legs slide out a few inches. “So what are you saying?”

Danny sat with the question. “When the news first picked up on Phantom, way back when—Inviso-Bill?—that wasn’t really anyone, you know? They made up some spooky icon to make the news about. Which was just like, whatever, not me. I didn’t even take ‘Inviso-Bill’ too personally because that just wasn’t me. And even when I stopped being an enemy and started actually being ‘Danny Phantom’… no one actually got it right, you know? They kind of came up with a character for me. Just some hero. I listen to the news and how they talk about me and I think, even now, I think ‘That isn’t me.’”

Danny pulled his knees in, a mirror to Sam, and stared down into his tattered jean fabric. “And when everyone learned I’m Phantom I guess I kind of expected them to be like ‘Oh it’s Fenton’ and then that fake version of Phantom would go away.” Danny raised his eyes to Sam, far more bothered than before. “…I think the opposite happened. They don’t look at Phantom and think ‘oh it’s Fenton’. They look at Fenton and think ‘oh it’s Phantom.’ I think Danny Fenton got put away. I think the person I was for 14 years doesn’t exist to them anymore. Whoever they invited to lunch isn’t me. He doesn’t exist. But I’m suddenly responsible for him. And it’s not even me.”

Danny paused. “And now I’ve been wondering like… how long until I disappoint them? You know? How long until I do something that makes them angry because I’m not doing the thing they expect ‘Phantom’ to do? How long until they start seeing there’s too much ‘Fenton’ in me and they start to hate me for it all over again? For them to really like me, I don’t think I can be me, and I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to be someone who doesn’t just disappoint everyone in the end.”

A long gust of wind swept between them, stealing away the seconds.

“…So now you’re hiding on the roof.”

“It was the easiest solution to my problem.”

“But not a lasting one, if you ever want to get down.” The wind settled, and Sam swept a lock of hair behind her ear. “…Do you care if you disappoint them?”

Danny shrugged. “I. Yeah. I think. I don’t—I don’t think I totally know for certain, but I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“Well, you’re not going to disappoint me, or Jazz, or Tucker—and if Tucker does act disappointed over any lost Phantom Phacts ventures I’ll whap him over the head. But I mean, we know who you are. We’re not going to be disappointed realizing you’re not ‘Phantom.’ The worst you can do is land right back where you started.”

“And what if I started acting like ‘Phantom’ instead. Would that disappoint you guys?”

“Do you want to act like ‘Phantom’?”

Danny paused. “…No. Not at all.”

“Then don’t. It’s that simple.” Sam stood, and she stretched until her back popped. “It’s not your responsibility to uphold whatever delusions people project onto you. I won’t hesitate to call them out on it. You know I’m good at being direct, and you know I’m even better at making enemies.”

“I don’t wanna be mean to them though when they’re finally being nice.”

“They’re not being nice, they’re projecting. If their niceness to you is conditional on you fitting to the box they created for you, that’s not nice, that’s manipulation, and it’s exactly the root of my ever-frothing disdain for popularity. It’s always some element about popular people that people latch on to, and they can fit the box that people give them, or they can reject it and find themselves wallowing amongst us outcasts. Don’t do that to yourself, Danny. Don’t live in their chains.” Sam tilted her head to Danny. “You spend all day trapping ghosts into tight little boxes and you can’t even recognize when it’s happening to you. I think you’d be better at spotting this.”

“It’s a cylinder, really. The thermos. It’s a cylinder. And don’t say ‘box’ so much. You might summon company.”

“You just said ‘box’ though.”

“I did say ‘box’.”

“Box.”

“Box.”

Sam laughed, noise trailing light on her lips. “…Feeling any better?”

“A little, I think… I still… I still think I... it's not as easy to just say 'I don't care if I disappoint them.' It's still scary. I don’t want to end up proving them right that they were right to hate me all along.”

“Are the opinions of Dash Baxter really the ones to be holding on a pedestal? Is his opinion of you really more important than what you think of yourself? You’ve been through this with the A-listers already. Don’t torture yourself again just because the door is wide open. I promise you Danny, it won’t make you happy.”

“So I should just do whatever makes me happy?”

“Every time.” Sam nodded.

"Even if I'm a total disappointing loser?"

"All the better."

"Even if I blow any chance I have with Paulina out the window?"

“Wouldn't have it any other way. Got any idea what you intend to say to her when she finds you?”

Danny paused. He pushed himself standing. “Maybe I could talk her ear off about NASA until she gets bored of me?”

“Excellent. Can I join? I have a lot to say about SpaceX and private capital encroaching on space exploration.”

“Does that apply to me? I’ve been to space. Am I private capital?”

“You’re not private capital.”

“Then what am I?”

“Annoying.” Sam locked arms with Danny, and dragged him along forward, her combat boots clunking against the rooftop. “And my friend. Come on. I’ll brief you on everything wrong with privately-owned space exploration while we’re rappelling down the side of the building with my sick and cool as hell grappling hook.”

“I can fly.”

“And I have a sick grappling hook. What’s your point.”

“It’s probably called a ‘Fenton Hook.’”

“Is that a Phantom Phact?”

Danny shook his head, and a smile pulled on his lips. “Nah. I think it’s a Fenton Fact.”

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanfiction #-lobs this over the fence-

[unoriginalmess]

A Second Mask: Chapter 4

Did that just happen?

Hello guys! It's me. I'm finally writing again. Sorry about the delay. I'm going to explain more at the end of the chapter, but I'm just going to keep the beginning short. So here is chapter 4:

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To say Adrien was concerned would be a huge understatement. He was downright disturbed. Its been weeks and still Marinette hadn't changed back to the happy, peppy, nice girl that he knew. AND SHE WOULDN'T EVEN TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT!

He tried to talk to her for a whole week after her original trasformation, but after the repeated firm rejections, he stopped altogether. He figured that maybe with some space, she might be able to work through whatever she was going through, but at this point, he's losing hope.

When he is feeling this distressed about something, he usually turns to his lady, but she has been acting weird too. Ever since she suggested they start sparring, she's started to show that she is going through kinda a rough time as well. She is the same ladybug when everyone is watching, but when it's just the two of them, she looks sad and tired. She has also started saying some concerning things while they are sparring. She has started talking about how she has started taking being Ladybug and the Guardian more seriously, and how she has less distractions now, which would be a good thing if she didn't say them so sadly.

The good thing is, the sparring has given him a chance to get out his aggression because of the whole Marinette-situation and his anger at his father in a safe environment. He didn't like the idea of hitting Ladybug at first (especially in the face) but with her not holding back on her hits, he felt more comfortable doing the same. It has helped them fight better too. He hopes that whatever Ladybug is going through in her civillian life will work itself out soon, but until then he will be there for her. He just needs to figure out how to be there for Marinette.

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Felix was making good progress with Marinette. After they first asked marinette about (insert fashion question of your choice here, I legit know nothing and I didn't have time to research anything for this chapter), she had started answering their questions on a daily basis. After a couple of days of that, she had started to rant to them about different things in the fashion world that were bothering her, exciting her, or confusing her that particular day. In response to that, they had started to respond to her rants with their own opinions on the subjects and even start their own rants.

It had gotten to the point where Felix would now consider them to be friends, though they know that Marinette would never call them as such, it was fine with them. They know she has trust issues, and they can understand why, so they are fine with being friends in everything but a name.

Felix was looking forward to their daily banter as they waited in their seat for Marinette to arrive. When she did, she was followed by a very pissed-looking Alya. Felix turned to look at her and noticed that she had what looked to be tears forming in her eyes. What they didn't notice was the little black butterfly that had entered through the window in the back of the room, and was making a beeline towards her.

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Marinette walked to school in yet another one of her newest fashion creations: a pair of oversized grey ripped jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. She was actually really liking her new look, and the comfort that it offered was just an added plus.

She was actually feeling excited to talk to Felix about Gabriel Agreste's newest fashion flop. They were the only person that she had met that actually cared about fashion as much as her. It made her happy to talk to them. It kind of scared her how excited she was. Shouldn't she be distancing herself from everyone? she thought to herself. No. Felix isn't my friend, they aren't close to me, they are just someone I talk fashion with. Like a coworker, yeah. Totally. Felix is just a coworker. ("Liar" says the inner voice in her head)

She was shocked out of her thoughts when she was pulled to the side by someone as she entered the courtyard. Her mind immediately thought of an akuma, when the person spoke.

"Marinette! Girl," Oh it's just Alya. Wait Alya? "How long are you gonna keep up this cry for attention? Are you really THAT jealous of Lila? I know that Adrien likes her, but that doesn't give you the right to act like this! And you are hanging out with Felix, who accused her of sexually harrassing Adrien on their first day here-?" She looked absolutely furious at her, but Marinette had heard enough. She cut Alya off in the middle of her presumably long rant.

"ALYA!" Said girl jumped at both the inturruption and the tone of voice used, "First of all, this isn't a cry for attention, if anything its a cry for leaving me the fuck alone. Second of all, I'm not jealous of Lila. I'm not in love with Adrien anymore, and haven't been for a while. You knew that I was dating Luka right? Why would I care who Adrien likes? Lastly, I am allowed to hang out with whoever I choose, whether you like them or not. It's none of your fucking business Alya, and if you think that I'm just some jealous, attention-seeker why do you even care?" With that last question she stormed off to the classroom, leaving a speechless Alya behind her.

When marinette sat down in her seat, she just kept thinking about how Alya was just talking to her. How could she think that about her? They used to be best friends, and Alya wasn't even concerned about her not talking to her anymore, she was just concerned about her being "jealous of Lila". It made her so furious that she could feel tears trickling down her face. She sees the black butterfly out of the corner of her eye and without hesitation grabs it out of the air.

(Next part is taken from this post by @bigfatbreak)

"Go ahead and akumatize me- See what happens, Hawkmoth!" She screamed the words with a slight madness that the energy of the akuma was giving her, "Every leash has two ends! I just have to pull until I find where you're holding it!"

At this point, the entire class was frozen in place watching her and listening to her crazed-sounding voice threaten an actual terrorist. Marinette felt Hawkmoth's confusion and terror through the bond. What in the- She's sensing me through the Akuma?! The akuma then started to fly away, and when it couldn't it zapped her hand like it was made of lightning and fluttered through the same window it came from. Marinette felt like she had failed yet again and collapsed down on her desk, muttering, "Uuuuggghh. It escaped anyway... What a waste. I didn't realize that Hawkmoth was such a coward. He usually likes grandstand..."

She was startled when her hand was picked up by Felix's, "You likely scared him off by managing to locate him like that... A risky move, I should mention. I would ask that you not attempt that a second time. No one knows what his akuma is truly capable of. You'll want to keep off of this hand for a while, too."

"Oh, are those the doctor's orders? Why, Felix, it almost sounds like you care about meeee." Marinette was all too amused by Felix's concern for her. She also liked to tease them... AS COWORKERS DO.

"I have an investment in your presence. Now don't be cheeky and let's get you to the nurse's office," They said while holding her wrist and gently pulling her in that direction.

Marinette scoffed, "'An investment in my presence'??"

Felix chuckled while still semi-dragging her by the wrist towards the front of the room, being careful not to hurt her injury even worse, "What did I just say about being cheeky?"

On their way out of the door they passed a VERY distressed-looking Adrien. He seemed to be sharing the sentiment with the entire class of: Did that just happen?

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And thats chapter 4. It is VERY LATE! I know. I've been swamped with work, and when I went to write it, I had zero ideas on how to write this chapter. I never ended up getting those ideas. I just went where my writing took me, so if it doesn't really match the characters that's why. I will try to be better at updating regularly, but it probably won't happen. Sorry to everyone with a normal sleep schedule, but this is the time that I write things. Also I didn't have my outline with me while writing this chapter, so it might not have everything I planned to write in it.

I would like to thank you all for all of the support I've been getting on this fic. Despite all of the chapter delays, you guys have stuck with me through all of it, so thank each and every one of you. I love seeing so many people loving this au as much as I do. Without you guys this story wouldn't exist, and I would've stopped writing it after the first chapter.

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Thank you for reading. Have a nice day/night/whenever you are reading this. See ya next time guys, gals, and non-binary pals.

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[shotorozu]

hello !! I'd rlly like to request Monoma if that's alright! I've had a huge soft spot for him for a while now and I'd love to see more content of him ;v;

anyway! we all know that superiority complex of his is definitely hiding some insecurities, but I also feel like he'd be quite touchstarved too bc of his peers seldom physically interacting with him due to his quirk, yknow?

with that in mind, I'd love to see how he'd handle an s/o who has "physical touch" as their main love language. they can give verbal praise/comfort, but they always get so shy abt it that they prefer giving physical affection to show their love. and maybe combining that with "quality time" being their second love language, they love to just cuddle him or toy with his hands/hair during quiet moments uwu

if you wanna do multiple characters, I'd love to request Shinsou, Midoriya, and Amajiki (separately) for the same idea, but if you'd rather do this with just Monoma then I'm okay with that !! no worries if you don't wanna do all four ♡

thank you if you do this request, and make sure to take care of yourself !! ♡

physically affectionate s/o

character(s) : monoma neito, shinsou hitoshi, midoriya izuku (i cut out tamaki for this one, sorry :[ but i’ll do another part if anyone wants it)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, strong quirk but the details aren’t specific, reader is a part of 1-A

headcanon type : fluff (and if you squint, then crack)

note(s) : yes i do agree :,) monoma should be getting a little bit more content, and i’m sorry that this came out so late! i was multitasking with other requests (because i took a 2 day absence,,) but this doesn’t mean i don’t read people’s requests

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monoma neito

monoma 🤝 bakugou “the pros at sending mixed signals”

if there’s one thing he’s known for— then it’s for the persistent teasing, and his quite obnoxious attitude (especially at 1-A)

but he’s not a terrible person, he sure does have his reasons. and by now, people either choose to ignore him, or they simply knock the wind out of him

so, he was not prepared to encounter someone that was tolerant of him, AND also his type— like.. huh. that’s.. odd

and he was even more surprised when they accepted his wild love confession. there must be some catch to it, right?

so like i’ve said— monoma sends a lot of mixed signals. it’s either he’s complimenting your existence, or teasing you in various ways.

so— it’s just another normal day of monoma mouthing off to you, teasing you in a playful way, while you guys are hanging out this is way of making you remember him

but then, you just.. leaned forward and placed your hand on his head— not exchanging any words at all.

monoma’s first reaction is (・・?) because what?? someone is touching him right now.. wait.. someone is touching him!

honestly really shook, and at a lost for words— because everyone has refrained from coming into any physical contact with him? what a surprise! what even is this?

after said incident, you decide to speak “you had something in your hair.” and for once, monoma is the one that’s sitting in silence

“R-REALLY, Y/N? DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT WAS GOING TO W-WORK ON ME OR SOMETHING?” he questions in his usual mocking tone, but his cheeks are accompanied in a flushed red

he’d only experience field day when he realized that touch was basically your love language, with quality time in the second lead

so whenever you guys are spending time together, you’d,, actually go closer to him! this has never happened before, let him be

he doesn’t really like the idea of getting his hair touched, so you usually choose to fiddle with his hands— sometimes observing his details, and other times you’ll be comparing hand sizes

he’ll ridicule you for being so touchy— but he’ll ask if he’s “that irresistable?” while also moving you closer to him. he loves it a lot, okay?

don’t let class 1-b see this, he will flex on them because when he starts getting annoying again, they’ll use you as blackmail.

“monoma, i swear— if you do that, we’ll tell Y/N-”

“HAHA— ok, i’m sorry.”

shinsou hitoshi

he probably has the most chill reaction out of the bunch

again— another person that has been antagonized because of their quirk. he’s been perceived as villanious ever since his middle school days

kids have been told to keep their distance away from him at a young age so.. you’d bet that he’d be really touch starved

he never had any serious experiences with dating, and he never had any real friends— that weren’t cautious of his quirk

that was until he met you, which he just assumed you were another highkey stuck up person in the hero course

but, you were basically the opposite, and you were a real pleasure to have around. one thing lead to another, and now you guys are dating

he thought it was really cute whenever you got too shy to just sit in silence during dates, or to even give out words of affirmations

but hitoshi was surprised at first when he felt you pull yourself closer to him— resting your head on his shoulder. the concept of someone wanting to be in his presence is still sinking in for him

lucky for you! shinsou knows how to adapt to situations quickly, immediately slinging an arm around your shoulder, as he listens to you talk

he’ll be surprised when you start touching his hair, because golly!! are you guys close

but do it more pls, he loves it a lot— it sometimes makes him really drowsy.

if you play with his hands omg, his heart will do somersaults. he’s lucky that he’s able to keep himself composed.

loves watching you choosing to cuddle him, after briefly giving up on trying to form coherent words of affirmations.

it’s something he brings up quite often, but not in a teasing manner!

sometimes he’ll pat the free spot beside him, basically begging you to come closer to him.

eventually, denki notices on how touchy he’ll get whenever you’re around— but hitoshi will just shrug it off

“it’s always been that way.” he simply says, but he’ll turn around with this big ass grin on his face 💀

he’s whipped for your touch. so please, do it more

midoriya izuku

he’s also touchstarved. actually, all of them are really touchstarved, and for different reasons 💀

well.. it’s not like he had a choice from the getgo. he was born quirkless, and that lead to him becoming an outcase— and also the victim of bullying i wanna hug him

and being told constantly that he won’t ever be enough, or he won’t ever be a hero— it’s obvious that he doesn’t have any dating experience

but he didn’t think he’d be dating anytime soon— especially since he was ‘just’ pinning over you. he was convinced it was going nowhere

until you confessed. he’s surprised that he didn’t pass out

ever since you guys started dating, he noticed that you’ve been a little timid— not in the way that you feel awkward, more like,, you wanted to say something

or do something, because when you guys were studying together, you just suddenly sat closer to him— and started counting his freckles

he short circuited for a second.

he was reduced to a stuttering, and blushy mess— and you just laughed, telling him “you should continue what you’re doing!” as you ran your other hand across his shoulders

that night, he was wide awake in his bed— recalling your gentle and loving touch, running his hands along the parts of his hair, that you’ve touched

he loves quality time, because while he does like to ramble a lot— he does enjoy spending time with you in silence, but it’s the touches that makes him flustered

despite him being quite shy to initiate any sort of touch, you— on the other hand, were shy with saying praises. so you coped with physical touch, and quality time

man, izuku never gets used to it. no matter how much he tries to— he’s just.. needy, touchstarved.

he doesn’t realize how lost he looks when you’re sitting beside him, and not touching his hair or hands for once. please feel free to do so

oh, and since we’re on the topic of hands— he’ll tear up if you start playing/fiddling with his hands, and especially when you start tracing his scars. it makes him feel so warm.

okay but,, please give him a heads up if you’re going to act touchy in public. he’ll start stammering and blushing hard you might have to put him in rice or smth

the dekusquad talks about that quite a lot, especially when they accidentally witnessed it in the common room (for the first time)

in short— he adores it. sometimes he’ll initiate it, by asking you if you want to sit beside him, to play with his hair. he’s so inlove

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