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fill-me-with-your-memes-daddy · 3 years

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Watching the Rise of the Titans movie and I'll be documenting all of my thoughts/reactions here. [Spoiler Warning]

So instead of reblogging every new update, I'm just going to have this post up on my phone as I watch and type my reactions in a bullet list format.

Nari's human disguise is so cute. As someone who does have a cottagecore aesthetic, I want to cosplay her so bad

Are Skrael and/or Belroc non-binary coded? Regardless, I'm also obsessed and I want to fuck Skrael and be Belroc.

STEVE CARING ABOUT JIM BEING HURT YESSSS!!! My god his redemption has probably been one of the greatest there is because he doesn't just suddenly go from being a bully to a completely good person. You can see the gradual shift in learning better throughout the shows which is awesome.

IN NEW YOOOOOOORRRRRRRK!!!!!! CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!

The mugshot montage reminded me of season 1 of trollhunters when toby and Jim were arrested at the museum.

STRICKLER PUT A RING ON IT??? HE'S THE ONLY DILF IVE EVER ACTUALLY AGREED WAS HOT WYM I CAN'T HAVE HIM??? well I'm still really happy about his arc over the series probably one of my favorite character growths.

Eli my guy got his growth spurt!!! As an 18 year old who is still 5'0", I'm happy but envious for him

So I went into this movie without watching any trailers or promo, but I doubt anything could have prepared me for the existence of mpreg. In fact, I wasn't going to document my reactions until I saw that.

NAMURA!!!!!!!!! MY BELOVED!!!!!! I CAN STILL THIRST FOR YOU WITHOUT GUILT

The coach teacher just called the kids zoomers so I have to dock one point from my final rating just because of that. Unforgivable

Those husky animation models suck lmao

Oh fuck the titans got power ranger zords!!

God why did they include the mpreg??? This movie would have been perfect without it.... After that plot point being revisited only one time I'm already beyond done with it

Like it's bringing me back to the v*ltron days where they're was a suspiciously high amount of klance omegaverse and mpreg fics and art created and it physically hurts because Steve and Keith's voice actor is the same person meaning this is especially cursed to me since I was unfortunately in the v*ltron fandom and remember all of that

But like on another note, how old are these characters again??? I haven't checked any wikis because of spoilers but is Steve an adult??? I know aja might be technically a lot older than 18 because alien but is whatever age she is equivalent to an adult as far as emotionally and physically in Akaridion development??? IS THIS A TEEN (M)PREGNANCY IN A KIDS SHOW????

Like bruh I saw a singular post on here before going into the movie that was like "rott spoilers without context" and there was a pregnant belly but I was absolutely not expecting the actual context of it. I'll find the post after I finish and edit this post to tag the creator right here: @makoden

This entire post is just gonna be me ranting about mpreg huh

Anyway I love the whole roundtable allusion to the legends of king arthur (not the toa version but the one he's based off)

THERE'S 3 TO 5 BABIES????? I need to take a break bruh this is just too much

Alright I've taken a 30 minute break got some food and did some things i love (decompressed by tactile stimming with some owl plushies and watched some videos on my favorite owl, Garu. He lives in Japan with his owner and is a domesticated eagle owl who basically just acts like a sky cat. If anyone else needs some eye bleach, here is their YouTube channel)

Blinky and ARRRGHHH!!! saying their "if one of us doesn't make it" talk my god one of them is going to die I can see it and I will be utterly crushed. Jim can't lose another father figure and Toby can't lose his wingman again I will riot if this happens

On a similar but unrelated to the movie note, can we just talk about how toa started with Jim having 0 dads and (if strickler and blinky live to the end) will end with 2 dads? Like I just really feel happy for him that he has two dads who actually figured out how to put the past behind them to not have any infighting between them so that both of them are healthy father figures. Jim has already been through literal hell and back losing his actual humanity in the process so if he loses one of them, I'm going to be really pissed because at this point, this is just Jim torture porn. Y'all know how as SpongeBob SquarePants went on, the show just became Squidward torture porn? It's starting to feel that way for toa and I really hope they cut the shit by the ending

Jlaire is such a good ship but like I feel like it's too perfect they never disagree with each other

YESSSSSSS Someone finally doesn't treat toby like a fat waste of space who messes stuff up!!! I think out of all the characters that would have been most deserving of a rewrite, it's Toby. Sometimes I just feel he's only comic relief and any heartfelt moments he's had in the series was also born of stupidity (ie his flour baby project being unharmed was seen by him as divine intervention from his parents but was actually just Eli and Steve behind the scenes).

Ohhhhh yesssssss Archie's father!!! I was hoping I'd see him again because we got so little of him last

Ooooooooooh Asian trollmarket!!!!!

Oh never mind slavery trollmarket

Bruh titanic camelot

I feel like we're not seeing enough of the villains because I completely forgot about the power ranger zord things

NAMORA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY LAST CRUSHHHH

STRICKLER NO NOT YOU TOO PLEASE

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE ONLY TWO CHARACTERS I SIMP FOR ON THIS SHOW DIED WITHIN FIVE MINUTES OF EACH OTHER

THAT WHOLE ASS RANT I WROTE IS COMING TRUE FUCK THIS MOVIE THIS SERIES IS JUST JIM TORTURE PORN

WAIT JIM'S SPERM DONOR INFO?

Oh thank God I don't want to know anything about that person

For the record, I call that man Jim's sperm donor because he has no business being called a father to him. All he did was donate some swimmers to the creation of him and give him abandonment issues

Oh another blind troll elder???? This fucker is just if vendel was a bad guy

Bruh I was grieving

PACIFIC RIM WITH GUN ROBOT VEX AND THE BELROCZORD? I've never seen that movie but I know the reference

Bruh Blinky doesn't read horoscopes? Does he realize conspiracy theories are just the manly version of horoscopes?

NO DON'T KILL VEX STOP KO-ING FOUND FAMILY MEMBERS

Oh thank God he's okay

NO NOT ARCHIE AND CHARLEMAGNE OH MY GOD

oh never mind they're just gonna coup de tat I believe in them :))

But I want to see him again

But I'm glad to see vex

Yay they're in arcadia!

But yeah I wondered why the trolls and Merlin didn't keep the whole "daylight doesn't hurt trolls" feature from the eternal night but now Guillermo del Toro I see you were playing the long con in that just to kill my girl Namora :(((

Oooooh I love the animation of the Narizord over Chihuahua!! It looks very good and realistic (if only they could have put some of that into those huskies from before smh)

Bruh the character designs of the arcane order are so good I want to be them

Nari making sure the Skraelzord doesn't crush the bus

DAMN DOUBLE HOMICIDE

Bruh I'm just glad we finally have an answer on why arcadia had everything going on as opposed to literally anywhere else!! I always found that as a weird coincidence for plot convince.

BRUH WERE BACK TO THE MPREG IM SO JEALOUS I FORGOT ABOUT THAT EVEN THOUGH IT WAS BECAUSE I WAS GRIEVING THE LOSS OF MY LOVELIES.

Oh that's real convenient that the ninth configuration meant all of them. Way to not decide which character gets more attention. Though it probably was a smart way to not have any infighting in the fandom between each character's stan group.

Bruh I just realized where is Barbera did they just ditch her on the Camelot ship???

And where are the other trolls that migrated at the end of trollhunters s3? They said something about new jersey but obviously Jim and the other main characters got on Camelot instead.... This feels like a plot hole

And we never learned the process of how changelings are made and bonded to humans and stuff. We just know it's super painful but I'm curious ffs!!!!

THE DONT THINK BECOME HERO SPEECH ALL SAID TOGETHER!!!

BRUH THEY REALLY HAD TO SHOW HIM GIVING BIRTH??????? WAS THAT AN ABSOLUTE MUST??????

Plus the main audience for this series is little children (the rating for the movie is literally TV-Y7) so even though my adult ass is not in the target audience, I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND WHY WOULD MPREG AND ANAL BIRTH WOULD BE AN IMPORTANT THING TO 7 YEAR OLDS???? THIS IS A LITERAL FETISH HIDDEN IN KIDS CONTENT ITS ELSAGATE ALL OVER AGAIN Y'ALL 😭😭😭😭😭

Though it's probably hypocritical of me to think fetishes don't belong in kids tv when I've openly admitted to thirsting for strickler and namora

HUZZAH

NEW AMULET WAZ GOOD????

STAB THAT BITCH JIM

WAIT NO I SAID STAB NOT GET STABBED

Alright good job just missed the directions at first but you fixed it

SEVEN KIDS?????????

T O B Y ????????????

W A I T NO

N O

IS HE ACTUALLY

OH MY GOD THERE'S HOPE

NO THERE ISN'T

F U C K THIS SHIT THEY REALLY JUST HAD HIM TO BE BULLIED THEN KILLED

Y'ALL IM ACTUALLY CRYING THIS NEVER HAPPENS

I NEVER ACTUALLY GET SO EMOTIONAL OVER MEDIA THAT I CRY IT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE AT THE END OF VOLTRON BUT AHHHHHHHH

W A I T

HE'S GONNA BE BROUGHT BACK?????

HOLD UP THEY'RE JUST GONNA BRING ALL THOSE DEAD PEOPLE BACK??????

WAIT IS HE

BLINKY CALLED HIM A SON

HOLD ON IS THIS GOING TO BE A CLIFFHANGER???????????

BRUH THEY REALLY JUST CAN'T END THE SERIES WITHOUT CLIFFHANGERS like there's always an open ending

TROLLHUNTER TOBY????? You know what forget the whole rants I had on how toby was written they just redeemed it all

And that's all! I'd rate it a 6.5/10 because it's definitely the weakest of all the sequels but still had amazing animation and some good plot points. It's just really hard to look over the bad stuff enough to rate it any higher.

#tales of arcadia #rise of the titans #trollhunters #rott #rise of the titans spoilers #rott spoilers #toa #3 below #athena's own original post!#jim lake jr #claire nuñez #toby domzalski

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ryuichirou · 3 years

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Lord God Savior of All Ryu, I ask for but one noble request. lol i just wanna see all your AUs. Like, I always here about them in replies and stuff but I've almost never seen what they actually look like. So if you could just tag pics of them or doodle (they can be super bad 30 sec doodles too, it don't matter to me) them, I would be the happiest, most joyful little shit ever.

Anon!! Thank you for being so interested in our AUs and wanting to learn more about them. It was a very good excuse for us to go through the list of the AUs, doodle them, revisit some of the older ones, etc. So yeah, your wish is granted lol

Here’s the majority of them, we decided not to include those that we’ve barely talked about and thought out... I’ve put tags for those AUs where we have at least something posted. Most of them are something we haven’t even talked about at all and they don’t have a single sketch, but I liked drawing chibis for them way too much. Sorry, I used your ask lol

We have a general tag for our aus and specific ones for some of them, but sometimes an au from here is not tagged separately, so you might have to use this general tag...I tried to fix it, I don’t think I missed anything, so it should be ok now! ;w;

1. Space AU. It’s a story about a space expedition.. which turned out to be not exactly what everyone planned thanks to Erwin. What a commander!

2. Tribal AU. It’s a story about Eren becoming a part of the tribe where Erwin and Levi live.

3. Babysitter AU. Levi is a babysitter to Eren and Zeke, unfortunately for Zeke, who’s 17 and not exactly thrilled about being babied. Sometimes there’s kid Erwin too. We’ve never posted anything related to this AU, I think, and I don’t think we will. There’s another AU related to this one, but 19yo Eren from the paths (he has the memory of the manga events) keeps kid Eren company as an invisible ghost, while others think that kid Eren is cursed or something.

4. SnK AU. A classical one, where Eren has dreams about the plot of SnK, but when the story stops progressing, he decides to kidnap Levi to make the plot go on. Erwin finds out later... and keeps Levi in the basement because he wants to know the ending too lmao plus it’s hot.

5. Mines AU. Erwin gathered a team for his wonderful plan to find a treasure, but it’s not like the rest of the team needs to know where they’re really going. Zeke’s particularly terrified to find that out. Despite its name, they spend the majority of time in the forest. Also, there’s a timeskip of 11 years.

6. AU with Neetwin who’s a history teacher. We don’t tag this one though, it’s not like it’s our AU. So now it’s a Neetwin tag, although one of the drawings is with adult Levi... eh, who cares.

7. CC AU (cleaning company). Levi works in a cleaning company and cleans up Neetwin and hobo Eren’s apts. They need a lot of work. Yes, they make their apts even dirtier to make Levi spend more time there.

8. Prison AU. Damn this one is good... we came up with it before reading the timeskip in the manga, so Eren’s appearance doesn’t really match his age, he’s 17 lol Levi is a mafia member who goes to prison because he need to kill one of the inmates (who later became Zeke) on Erwin’s (Levi’s boss) request. Eren’s his personal guard, although Eren works as a regular guard too.

9. King Kong AU. It’s an AU where the Beast Titan is King Kong lmao Zeke is having fun killing dinosaurs... Levi, not so much. Thank Erwin for his wonderful plan of going to this island.

10. Rus AU, basically just characters living in Russia. Because ofc we will have this type of a setting... Damn, I thought we drew this one more often, huh.

11. Sea AU. Mainly our modern AU, we use it as a base for other modern stuff for the most part. Levi’s getting two boifrond rings, he lives with Erwin, Eren visits them often, Zeke bitches a lot, fun times with and without Zeke, stuff like that. There’s also a subplot (11.5) where Eren gets “kidnapped” by a witch, so Zevi have to find him and bring him back. Titans exist in this AU, Eren and Zeke are titans, and all of them have military training, but Erwin and Levi retired some time ago. We don’t have a tag for just a modern setting, though.

12. Cult AU. Eren lives on a farm and has a whole village of his followers. He also has cursed animals... and I think we’ve told about some of the plot points in replies. Erwin’s really into all this cult stuff because it affects reality for real, so he asks Levi to follow rituals, although Levi came to ask Eren to go back to normal life and finish the fucking school.

13. Serial killer AU. Eren’s a serial killer, duh. Never posted anything with this one, unfortunately, but Eren got disappointed in the police when he was a child, so he decided to fix the situation himself, while Erwin and Levi, as a part of a special department, investigate his “fixing”. It also has a time skip. I really need to redraw at least one sketch...

14. Hospital AU. Levi gets into Marley trying to make Eren go back, but it’s not that simple because Eren doesn’t want to lol Basically canonverse with this small change.

15. Hobo AU. Eren and Levi are hobos, Zeke wants his brother to stop living under a fucking bridge. Later Erwin takes both of them under his roof because he really likes Levi, but he can’t leave Eren alone.

16. Doggies AU. AU where Eren’s a wolf and Erwin’s a doggo. Levi got Erwin because he was a retiring trained dog and sniffed enough drugs in his life, and Eren... his “owner” found him on the streets and lied to Levi about Eren being a dog. Later Eren turned into a magnificent beast and now he doesn’t want to leave. There’s also Zeke, but he belongs to Xavier.

17. AU where Eren wants to become a mangaka. The first post is self-explanatory, although I’d probably make some changes now if I cared enough. There’s also a time skip where Eren ditched his manga and became hobo!Eren. His editor was pissed lol

18. Scolopendra Eren AU. You know the drill, and I’ve talked about the plot in some of the replies.

This post doesn’t show up on the tag for some reason.

19. Ghost Eren AU. I should’ve named it combini AU... Anyway, I’ve talked about this one a lot, although poor Erwin gets neglected a little bit lol it’s hard to compete with a ghost when you’re just a mere stalker... but a very invested one. Eren likes Erwin here, they’re vibing on the same malicious-towards-Levi wave.

20. Shark Eren AU. It’s just for us for funs, Eren’s a shark, and Levi’s there to help him fight depression. Eren later escapes into the sea.

21. Midsommar AU. Levi and Erwin get an invite to go to the village from Yelena, Eren’s a part of a cult who is kinda attracted to one of the newcomers... Such a good movie, we need to draw them properly. Both Yeagerists and Eldians are a part of the cult, they don’t have any specific rules by which I categorised them... Although not all characters are present, and some of them (Jean, I think) are newcomers who will join the cult later. Sorry, I don’t remember much.

22. Silent Hill AU. It started with Erwin peeking into Levi’s apartment, but now there’s Eren too... We haven’t thought out this one, I’m bad with Silent Hill AUs for some reason.

23. House Eren AU. Eren’s a house, and we’ve explained how it works too, so just check out the tag. Levi actually lives there with Erwin, but I don’t remember if we’ve mentioned it or decided to skip this info.

24. Eren pack AU. It’s an AU where Erens of all ages (6 of them, I believe) are a little bit feral, and they have wolf ears and tails, and they live in a specific place and Levi visits them every day and takes care of them. They love Levi. Here’s the only post that survived, and here’s a link for a twitter post which I never got back on tumblr after it got deleted.

25. Trailer AU. The story is about Levi who has to live with Zeke for a month as his slave because Erwin lost him in a game of cards lol To be fair, Erwin lost a lot of money and their whole flat, and Zeke gave them a choice between that and Levi (he’s horny ok), and Levi agreed. Zeke even put Levi on a chain, although Levi doesn’t even try to escape...

26. Flower shop AU. Eren’s a plant, and he brings death to the whole planet. He keeps Levi alive though, as a treat for himself. We’ve explained some of the stuff in the replies.

27. Blair Witch AU. It’s pretty much explained in this post, and if you saw the movie, there’s nothing for me to tell you. Everything that’s different from it is in the post lol

28. Corpse AU. Eren’s a corpse, Levi’s a pathologist who works on difficult and mysterious cases alongside the police. Eren later comes to life along with a couple of other bodies...

29. Antichrist AU. Zevi adopt baby Eren, but Eren’s a fucking satan. He loves Levi, but Zeke... not so much. Zeke loves Eren to death, though. Eren would love to organise that, but first he needs to grow up a little bit. It doesn’t mean that he won’t torture his parents during his journey. And everyone else who interact with them.

30. This one doesn’t have a title, but it’s an AU where kid Eren went missing, and Levi goes into the forest to find him. Levi owns Erwin who’s a good doggo and helps him find Eren. It turns out Eren killed two adult dudes, and he has paths!Eren telling him what to do and how to do it... Paths!Eren has the memory of the canonverse.

31. Zombie apocalypse AU. There’s only one drawing with it though, but basically Levi builds himself a wonderful place to survive the apocalypse, and he keeps Zombie Erwin in the basement in hopes of Hange finding a cure. Then Eren joins just because he can and because Levi’s very awesome. Eren has a boner for the apocalypse and enjoys every second of it.

32. No title, but Eren was casted away from the canon universe for the rumbling, and now he’s a mythological giant wolf who lives in a deep very old forest. He was very surprised to find out Levi exists in this universe... So he kidnapped him ❤️

33. Halloween AU. You’ve seen this one, it’s a story where Jean, Connie, Sasha and Eren get into the wrong house and find a ritual instead of a Halloween party... So after saving the child who, as it turns out, is not really a victim, they decide to ditch him at Eruri’s place.

34. Okusan AU. Levi’s a housewife, Erwin is a cuckold who’s really into adultery. He invites both Zeke and Eren from time to time to act as Levi’s husbands, and they (Levi and Erwin) almost get caught because the “husband” suddenly came home... Sorry, we’ve read too many doujinshis lol

35. Island AU. Erwin loves sending Levi to dangerous places to get souvenirs for himself, and now it’s time for Levi to get a crystal from a very isolated island full of strict rules in terms of interacting with outsiders. We have a cool idea for a two part drawing (like with our flower shop au), but it’ll take us ages to complete anything at this rate... I have like two sketches on Patreon for now, but damn this AU has so many cool visuals we wanna draw... It’s another cult AU with people living on Paradis (more like one village in the middle of the island), isolated from the rest of the world. They don’t welcome strangers, and Levi has three months to find and steal that crystal, although it’s not that simple.

36. Erewan. Not exactly a full AU, but Erewan’s a cursed animal plushie who kills people and loves Levi a lot.

37. Cat AU. Everyone’s a cat (duh). Not really our AU, but it has its own tag, and it’s only asks.

38. Tiny founder Eren AU?? Again, not really our AU, but now it has its own tag.

I’ve also found the reply where I talk about how characters’ relationships work in some of the AUs, you can check it out too. I thought it was fitting for a master post.

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2manyfandoms2count · 4 years

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You and me against the world (especially sliding doors)

Me: I will not write any fics based on the NY special. Not yet, anyway.

Also me, seeing @emsylcatac‘s post: Fine, you’ve convinced me

Here, have a sliding doors reveal one shot, hope you enjoy it! (New York Special spoilers ahead)

Read on AO3!

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“Are you sure there’s no way for me to swing in from the roof?” Ladybug asked, anxiously fiddling with her yoyo string as she looked at the building that stood before her.

“If you were available later this week, you could, but unfortunately the scaffolding is staying up until the works are officially finished.” The event organiser answered apologetically.

“From a window, then, perhaps?” She insisted.

“Unfortunately the bay windows that give inside the main hall don’t open.”

“Is there a back door of any kind, then?”

Her interlocutor looked at her confusedly. People had told him working with Ladybug was easy, that she was very down to earth for someone who spent most of her time fighting on the Parisian rooftops. So far, though, she seemed like a bit of a diva. He agreed that having her make a grand entrance would be better for the press, but today was the only day that fit both her and Chat Noir’s schedules for a daytime event until the next month. Was it too much to ask that they both just entered through the main door, like normal people?

He looked at his watch. The opening was starting soon, and there was still no trace of Chat Noir.

As the organiser fidgeted, Ladybug was starting to regret ever agreeing to inaugurate the new Children’s hospital, which was opening with a flourish after months of works. The superhero and her partner had been specially invited to cut the red ribbon, located inside the building. She had been very touched that they’d thought of them, and had awaited the event excitedly.

The trouble was that, in an effort to provide the best innovation, the only way of getting inside said building was through automatic doors. She wouldn’t have been bothered by this fact had the event occurred before her trip to New York City. Unfortunately, the field trip had left scars -well, bruises- that made her weary of any door she could not open traditionally.

It had been embarrassing enough that she’d been stuck with Adrien in between two automatic doors, making a fool of herself as she ran into the transparent panes time and time again. She wasn’t willing to repeat the experience in front of the Parisian public. Not when she’d let them down so recently.

There was a small thud next to her, and the sound of Chat’s baton retracting as he walked towards the event organiser and herself. She turned towards him with relief. Chat was very good at thinking out of the box, maybe he could figure a way to avoid the main entrance. She’d just continue pretending her concerns were for the image of the event, and not because of a personal fear.

Chat Noir’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Ladybug’s wide smile when he approached. He still wasn’t quite over her words in New York. The way she’d hugged him like he was the most precious thing in her life. Maybe all hope wasn’t lost.

“My Lady.” He bowed and kissed her hand, making sure to keep eye contact with her. “Sir.” He then shook the organiser’s hand.

“Good afternoon, Chat Noir. We were just discussing your entrance.” The latter replied, hoping the leather-clad teenager was a little more sensible than his partner.

“We usually come in via the rooftop.” Chat Noir looked up, squinting to see the top of the building which was drowning in sunlight. He spotted a flapping piece of tarp, revealing the scaffold underneath. “But I’m guessing that’s not going to be possible this time.”

“Indeed.” The man acquiesced. “I’m sure the shots of you two coming through the main entrance will be great, though.”

Chat Noir’s gaze followed the man’s, landing on the sliding doors. He visibly paled at the sight.

“Are you sure there isn’t another way in?” He asked as his heart beat rose in his chest. His thoughts immediately went to Marinette and their common experience with automatic doors. Even his fencing bruises weren’t as bad as the ones he’d gotten when failing to go through them in New York. He didn’t care to get more, not to mention the fact he really didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of Ladybug.

“All the doors are automatic.” Ladybug brought her hand up to her mouth out of habit, but bit her suit fabric instead of her nails.

“How… modern.” Chat took a minute to think. He couldn’t possibly make a scandal about going through the main entrance without attracting attention to himself. Inspiration struck. “What if you went to get the horse Miraculous and we entered through a portal? That would look very cool. I’m sure the kids would love it.”

“Chaton, you genius.” Ladybug kissed his cheek. “How long until the opening, sir?” She turned towards their host.

“Two minutes.” He said, barely glancing at his watch.

Both Ladybug and Chat Noir’s cheerful faces dissolved. Even using the horse superpowers to come back, there was no way Ladybug could reach wherever she hid the Miracle box, return and feed Kaalki before they used his Travel power again to get in, in under two minutes.

“Well… I guess main entrance it is, then.” Chat Noir gulped as they faced the sliding doors.

“Yay.” Ladybug cheered weakly. Had he known better, Chat would have thought she was also dreading it.

The event organiser smiled, and headed inside to sort out the last details. The two heroes waited anxiously outside.

When they received the thumbs up from their host, the two advanced cautiously, almost robotically towards the entrance. The first set of doors slid open and they stepped inside.

Ladybug let out the breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding; the doors had been cooperative. She let a smile invade her face as she and Chat Noir continued their path. The entrance airlock was quite a big space. Nothing to do with the American ones.

She started to wave at the children she spotted on the other side of the second set of doors.

Chat hung back a little, observing her. She really knew how to work a crowd, he noted with a smile. Seeing his partner so relaxed helped his shoulders untense a little. He was with Ladybug, the bringer of Luck; nothing bad could happen to him while they were together.

He’d barely registered that last thought when she slammed into the transparent panels that separated them from the main hall.

“Ow!” She rubbed her nose. She heard laughter coming from the other side, and gave the children two thumbs up. They thought it was a skit. Excellent.

“My Lady, are you okay?” Chat rushed to her side to examine her, taking care to exaggerate his movements so as not to worry the people on the other side.

“I’ll get over it.” She scrunched up her nose.

“Do you want a magic kiss?” Chat Noir wasn’t actually kidding. Maybe it would help Ladybug’s reddening complexion.

“No thanks, Chaton.” Ladybug sighed and approached the door again. It didn’t budge. She stepped away, came forwards. Still nothing.

After waving at what she assumed was the movement detector for what felt like an eternity without any results (were there no technicians around to come and open the door for them? Or even just a kind soul?), she let out a frustrated sigh and stalked back to the middle of the hallway, turning her back to her audience.

Chat took over trying to open the door, jumping around to try and trigger the motion detector. He made faces at the crowd inside the main hall, which earned him many a giggle from the children. They didn’t seem concerned about their predicament at all.

He turned towards his partner to get her to join him in the clowing around, but his smile died on his lips as he took in her slumped shoulders.

“My Lady? Is everything okay?”

“I just…” She tucked her bangs behind her ears, shaking her head. “I don’t get why this is happening.”

“I’m sorry, Bugaboo. It’s all my fault.” He embraced her in a half hug, before elaborating for Ladybug’s raised eyebrow. “It’s not the first time this has happened to me. It must have something to do with the fact I carry the Kwami of destruction. It somehow messes with technology.”

Ladybug sighed. “I doubt it’s as simple as that. I’ve been stuck between two sliding doors before, too. If we go by your logic, then they should open by the holder of the Creation Miraculous just looking at them.”

“Any door should do that for you, really.” He winked, and it brought the hint of a smile to her pouting lips. “Really though, you’d think Paris’ superheroes can operate sliding doors. It’s a good thing Hawkmoth can’t akumatise objects.”

“Not too loud, you’ll make him figure out a way to do it.” She punched his arm lightly.

“I’m sure we’ll manage to get out eventually. We just need to work together!”

Ladybug smiled and held out her fist. “You and me against the world?”

“Always. And especially against automatic doors.” He fistbumped her.

They turned around and walked back to face their new nemesis.

“Now, it can’t be a matter that we’re not heavy enough, because otherwise kids wouldn’t be able to come in or out of this place.” Chat noted. “A little awkward for a children’s hospital, if you ask me.”

“You forget they probably wouldn’t be coming in alone; they’d have some kind of adult supervision.”

“Hmm.” Chat stroked his chin as he thought. “What if we tried jumping at the same time? Maybe it would trigger something?”

“Doesn’t hurt to try.” Ladybug shrugged. “On the count of three?”

“One… Two… Three!”

Both tried to put as much power as they could in their landing, to no avail.

“How about I try and Cataclysm it?” Chat kicked the door lightly, checking its resistance.

“Not sure how good an idea that would be. Remember Reflekdoll?” Ladybug made a face. “I think I’d much rather be locked in than face wild doors.”

“Good point.” He crossed his arms over his chest and resumed his observation. “What about a Lucky Charm?”

His partner’s eyes lit up as she considered it. “You know what, it’s not like we have anything to lose, or like they’re trying to help us get out.” She nodded towards the inside of the building. The guests all looked at them and waved; the event organiser tapped on his watch. “Lucky Charm!”

A small Statue of Liberty keychain landed in her hand. Ladybug rolled her eyes. She knew it was just like New York, Tikki didn’t have to taunt her like that.

“We probably would need that if this door opened with a key.” Chat shook his head. “What are we supposed to do with it now?”

Ladybug looked around, hoping an idea would impose itself as she scanned their surroundings. Apart from throwing the keychain at the door and hoping the glass would shatter upon impact, though, nothing seemed to come to mind.

“Wait a second.” Chat picked up the Lucky Charm and watched it twirl in the air. “Isn’t that the same object you got when we were fighting Techno-Pirate?”

“Doorman!” They both exclaimed at the same time, a smile brightening their faces as they looked into each other’s eyes. “Do you have his number?”

They slumped a little at their synchronicity. What had appeared like a perfect solution clearly wasn’t one if they had no way of contacting the New York superhero.

“Well, I guess that confirms my theory that you’re stuck with me, my Lady.” Chat gave her a small smile.

“You know what, I don’t mind being stuck anywhere with a friend like you.” She tapped his shoulder affectionately.

“Hey, that’s my line!” Chat frowned.

“What do you mean?” Ladybug asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. Yes, she’d stolen the line; but from Adrien, not Chat Noir.

“That’s what I told my friend when we were stuck together in the same situation.”

“Huh. That’s what my… friend told me when we were stuck between sliding doors!”

“Would it be too purr-sonal to ask when or where that happened to you?” He asked almost shyly.

“It was in New York.” Ladybug replied cautiously.

“No way, me too!” He paused. “What are the odds that we’d each get stuck with someone else in the same city?”

“New York is pretty big. With a lot of automatic doors.”

“True.” Chat looked at his feet. “And it’s not like it also happened twice to you, anyway.”

“Actually, it is like that.” Ladybug paled slightly.

“I’m guessing that reduces the odds quite a bit.”

“We’d need Markov or Uncanny to calculate them, but yes, I’d say they’re quite slim.”

They stared at each other, Ladybug becoming increasingly red as the seconds ticked by.

“Marinette?” Chat whispered, a smile spreading on his lips.

“A-Adrien?” She stuttered back.

Before any of them could move or add anything else, the doors slid open. Both turned their heads towards the sound.

The event organiser stood in front of them, and cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt, but we really are running late now.”

Ladybug and Chat Noir blinked, remembering what situation had brought them there in the first place.

“Right, of course.” Chat Noir extended a hand, which Ladybug took shyly. “Shall we, my Lady?”

“Let’s go.” She smiled weakly. She was holding Adrien’s hand. Which was also Chat Noir’s. Which meant she’d been avoiding Adrien’s advances. The same ones she’d been seeking ever since his apologies in the rain. Adrien was in love with her. Like she was with him... The avalanche of thoughts that invaded her mind made her feel light-headed.

The event organiser moved aside and announced their arrival.

Ladybug and Chat Noir moved forward, walking hand in hand. Maybe the Lucky Charm had been for them to finally find each other. And they had. Everything was going to be just fine.

Together, they picked up their walking pace.

And crashed into the clear door panels, which just had to close as they were strolling through them.

“Guess we really are destined to be stuck with one another.” Chat chuckled as he rubbed his sore nose.

“You know what, Chaton? I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

#i have no control over what i write #oh well #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #miraculous reveal #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #ml #sliding doors #new york special #elle writes

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The Only One: A Mastermind!Nagito AU Story - PROLOGUE

Hello lovelies, I’ve posted a *lot* about my Mastermind!Nagito AU on tiktok (I’m @chisben there as well if you wanna check it out), and I rly wanna share it here so here’s the prologue! Special thanks to @servanthaji for helping out with the planning of this whole story in general!

(Content warning for mentions of bombs and bombings, swearing and crying.)

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JUNKO: Yep, that’s the day that it happened. The day everything started getting… pretty scary, if you ask me! I’m just glad you were outta town for that, and baby was home sick. That’s, like, the only reason she’s here today, too!

HAJIME: Wait, wait, slow down! What are you even talking about…?

JUNKO: Uhh, I’m getting to that? Besides, don’t you know that guy too? Nagito Komaeda?

HAJIME: Not really… I mean, I knew of him, but I was in the reserve course. I didn’t really talk to him or anything until I went to school that Monday, and… there was nobody there except him.

JUNKO: Oh, yea? Did he tell you anything?

HAJIME: Not really. After I got shot at and ran in the school, I asked him what the hell was going on, but it was like I wasn’t there either. He just changed the subject to hope over and over again, like I asked a totally different question, and eventually I just walked away. I still don’t know what he was doing there.

JUNKO: Then maybe he doesn’t want you to know, y’know? You’re so lucky you have me, then~!

(She smirks playfully. Hajime stares at her blankly and her face drops. She stares at a map with a pen in hand.)

JUNKO: Come ooon, I’m coping! This is pretty stressful for everyone, y’know, I use humor to forget about all this stupid shit.

HAJIME: Whatever… just… tell me what’s going on.

JUNKO: Well, what happened that day… that was the start of The Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Event in Human History… in my opinion. And that’s saying a lot, because this world is filled with despair! And, like, his whole class helped him do what he did to the country! No idea why that is, but we can all fill you in on the rest, I guess. Preeeety sure we were all there in some way, ‘cept my baby.

(She gestures to the entirety of Class 78 of Hopes Peak Academy, standing and sitting in the basement of the school, as well as Mikan Tsumiki, who has a timid smile on her face as Junko looks back at her. Hajimes face drops.)

HAJIME: Wh… what?? That can’t be it, that can’t be what happened…! The whole class?? The whole country?!

JUNKO: Eeeyup! They evacuated the school by putting a bomb under their teachers desk, and apparently all around the school, and I have NO idea how that lady didn’t croak! Anyways, everyone had to leave, and… that’s basically all I know. They just repeated that ooover and ooover on the news, it made me sick!!

(She threw her pen at a tiny radio propped up on a few cardboard boxes.)

HAJIME: Wh… this doesn’t… but… but, I...

(Kyoko steps forward and faces Hajime.)

KYOKO: I have some more information on what happened that day. After we were trapped here in the basement, all we had was the radio to inform us of the true nature of what happened. This is what I wrote down from those broadcasts.

(She hands Hajime a folder that contains three sheets of paper, all three of them hand-written notes. He begins reading.)

KYOKO: The class of 77-B was, most likely, all apparently under some sort of drug-induced psychosis. Most witnesses reported that they were acting strangely or out of character before they planted the bombs, and their eyes were hazy and…

HAJIME: ”swirled”, “mixed”, “terrifying”, “comforting”, “light and dark” ...none of these make any sense.

KYOKO: My thoughts exactly. This entire event is bizarre and without any logical reasoning behind it… if you’d only heard about it on the news. But I think Makoto and I know more than any news outlets.

HAJIME: How?

(She looks over her shoulder to Makoto, signaling him to stand up.)

MAKOTO: Well, about a month ago me and Kyoko were going to one of the computer rooms to print something, but it was kind of out of the way, so we didn’t expect him to be there. N-Nagito, I mean. We saw him talking to Chihiro, and, uhm… I didn’t hear that part.

(He looks up to Chihiro. They stand meekly and fold their arms.)

CHIHIRO: H-he had been asking me to collaborate with him on a personal project, but… I didn’t have any spare time, and I didn’t even know him that well! So I finally just told him no, and he left me alone for a day or two… but t-then…

(Tears form at the corners of their eyes.)

CHIHIRO: H-he told me that… he was gonna… destroy the sc-sc-school if I didn’t-!

(They cover their face, and Makoto reaches out to rub their shoulder.)

MAKOTO: It’s not your fault, Chihiro. It’s nobody's fault but his. B-but anyway, after we heard about that, we decided that we had to keep an eye on him, but… basically the next day is when the bombs went off.

HAJIME: Why didn’t you just… tell a teacher what he told Chihiro?

MAKOTO: In hindsight… yeah, that would’ve been the safest thing we could’ve done. But Kyoko thought that we couldn’t keep an eye on him if he was expelled for that, a-and he could have been doing anything at home, so we fo-

KYOKO: Makoto, please, don’t. I was a coward, and I didn’t trust anybody else to investigate the matter. This whole situation could have been de-escalated dramatically if I had told school faculty.

(Kiyotaka stands from his spot next to Mondo.)

TAKA: You DIDN’T inform a teacher, or the Headmaster?! Miss Kirigiri, the school faculty always knows what is best for us!!

MONDO: Yeaaaah, is that why they all jumped ship and fucked off to who-knows-where so we could fight like dogs in the basement?

AOI: Hey, they did what they could, okay?? They had to protect themselves like everyone else! We’re not any better by hiding in the basement.

MONDO: Where the fuck ELSE were we supposed to go?? Candy land?!

YASUHIRO: Hey hey hey, Chihiro was right to lead us here the day the bombs went off! But I hear ya, maybe we coulda moved out of Japan together or somethin’ instead of hiding in Japan!

TOKO: I-I see why you’ve had to retake this year as m-much as you did now, you dumbass! He could b-be expanding anywhere now!!

BYAKUYA: As much as I hate to agree with her, I do. Nowhere is truly safe, and for all we may know, we’re being actively searched for. It’s only a matter of time before we have to relocate.

SAYAKA: I-I can’t stay here another second!!

CELESTIA: Oh, so do you two suggest that we run out into the streets and expose ourselves to the predators? Play Nagitos game of cat and mouse?

LEON: Hell NO, I’m not playing that freaks game! But if he’s got his little possie out there looking every which way for us, then we gotta at least try and delay it!

SAKURA: On the other hand, we don’t know what they might want from us, if anything, or how bad the situation has escalated since we decided to hide.

HIFUMI: We don’t even KNOW what’s out there w-waiting for us anymore?! There could be giant mutant spiders wanting to turn us into baby food by now! I’m staying right HERE.

YASUHIRO: ...okay, I’m officially lost. Are we moving or staying?

SAYAKA: Moving!!

BYAKUYA: If you all intend on surviving, then you’ll all relocate. If you intend on being brutally murdered, then by all means, feel free to stay for a bit longer.

LEON: What in the actual fuck is wrong with you??

MAKOTO: H-hey, everybody calm down!!

SAKURA: We cannot make a decision until we know more about the outside world. AOI: But isn’t it because of what we don’t know that we have to go out there by now?

SAYAKA: Maybe some of us could go and some of us could stay?

TOKO: W-what if that reveals the hiding spot f-f-for everybody else??

MIKAN: (wiping away tears and hiccupping) N-nooo!!

YASUHIRO: Then we all have to come to the same decision, then.

CELESTIA: Yes, good luck reaching a peaceful consensus during the middle of an apocalypse!

BYAKUYA: I never said that it had to be a peaceful decision. If needed, you will all follow me kicking and screaming so I don’t perish thanks to your idiocy.

MONDO: I’ll knock some idiocy into ya if you keep runnin’ your mouth like that!

TAKA: Remember to take deep stomach breaths, bro! I think we can all solve this by utilizing a popular vote!

HIFUMI: But wouldn’t whoever’s the most popular win anyway??

HAJIME: SHUT UP!!! EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP!!!

(Everyone stops talking and stares at Hajime, who’s trembling and has his face in his hands.)

JUNKO: Daaaaaaamn, rookie’s kinda bold to be screaming at us like that, huh?

MAKOTO: Junko… you’re not helping. He’s obviously overwhelmed and you’re just teasing him.

JUNKO: C’mon, I’m nowhere near him! Hahah!

(Makoto sighs, sitting down next to Hajime on the floor. The rest of the students talk amongst themselves.)

MAKOTO: ...I’m sorry. I know you didn’t ask to be here, but… for what it’s worth, I’m glad that you’re still alive somehow.

HAJIME: …

MAKOTO: You know… when Mukuro found you unconscious in that class, we all thought you were one of Nagitos’ friends. You seemed too peaceful in your sleep to have been running from anybody, or hiding from anything.

HAJIME: ...then why did you help me?

KYOKO: We thought we could get some information about the outside world. But apparently, you're just as lost as the rest of us.

MAKOTO: A-and because we didn’t want to leave anything to chance. Even if you were one of his people, we didn’t want you to just be out there. I’m glad that you weren’t, though… it feels nice to meet someone new again.

(Hajime lifts his face from his hands, palms and face covered in tears. He looks at Makoto with a faint smile.)

HAJIME: Yeah… feels nice.

☘️ TO BE CONTINUED☘️

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clumsyclifford · 3 years

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bella! a prompt! routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing w malum? 👀 💛 !

hello i know this is an old (old, old, old) prompt but i had to wait for the helen stamp of approval before posting it so now you may have it

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Calum blames Mali.

His life has always been a little bit whirlwind-y, and so has Mali’s, but they always had mornings together. They’d eat breakfast, drink coffee, whatever else, and then when it was time for one of them to leave they’d kiss the other’s face and head out. Calum’s kissed Mali’s cheek more times than he can count. It’s just instinct now. He can’t be blamed for falling back into habits. Even if that means stopping short just outside the front door upon the realisation that oh, fuck, he’s just kissed Michael’s cheek on his way out.

Except Michael hadn’t really reacted. Maybe he didn’t notice? Calum thinks, which is a pipe dream at best — how could you not notice someone fully kiss your cheek — but Calum has class starting soon and he really needs to move, so he takes off down the street anyway, shaking his head at his own idiocy.

And that’s how it starts.

Calum forgets about the incident by the following day. He goes for his run, and when he comes back Michael is begrudgingly awake for his 9 a.m. class, coffee brewing. The boy himself is slumped against the counter, half-asleep.

“Hey,” Calum pants as he comes through the door, sweaty from the run. “Mike. Coffee’s done.”

Michael jerks upright, blinking. “I know that,” he says defensively. “I was letting it, like, percolate.”

“That’s what happens when it’s actually brewing.” Calum unsticks the front of his shirt from his chest and airs it out. Michael makes a face.

“Don’t do that, you’ll stink up the whole place.”

Calum rolls his eyes. “I’m going to shower. Don’t fall asleep again.”

“I wasn’t asleep!”

Calum goes to shower. He comes out feeling clean and refreshed and wraps his towel around his waist before ambling back into the kitchen, hoping Michael didn’t finish the pot of coffee (as he’s been known to do).

There’s a steaming mug on the table, and Michael is nowhere in sight. The mug obviously has milk in it, and Michael drinks his coffee black like some kind of hell demon, which means this one is probably for Calum. Somehow, the fact that Michael remembers how Calum takes his coffee is endearing. They’ve been roommates and best friends for three years now, but still. It’s the little things.

Michael sweeps into the kitchen as Calum sits at the table to enjoy the coffee. “Oh, that’s for you,” Michael says. “Milk and sugar, how you like it.”

Calum grins. “Thanks.”

“I gotta run or I’ll be late,” Michael adds, and bends down to kiss Calum’s cheek before racing out the door, a hasty, “Love you, bye!” thrown over his shoulder.

Calum touches his cheek. Michael has probably kissed Calum on the cheek before, but Calum can’t think of when, or he’d surely remember. This felt sweet, domestic.

Maybe Michael’s just feeling particularly friendly today. Or clingy. It’s hard to know, with him. But Calum can’t deny it had been kind of nice — like a moment just for them, a check-in, the way he used to do with Mali, to say I didn’t forget that you’re here. Something thoughtful.

And, Calum thinks to himself in a slight panic, does that mean Michael thinks that Calum did it yesterday on purpose? Is he expecting Calum to reciprocate, next time Calum leaves first?

Well. Well, okay. That’s — fine, actually. They’re best friends. Best friends kiss each other’s cheeks and stuff. Anyway, Calum thinks it could be nice, to do it with Michael. As long as neither of them makes it weird.

“Oh, fuck,” Calum says, when he finally checks the time. He, Michael, and Luke have been caught up in their group project for their music class, and Calum has completely lost track of time. Now he’s got class in ten minutes and it’s an eight minute walk from their apartment off-campus. “I gotta go.”

Michael also glances at the time. “Oh,” he says. “Whoops.”

“Sorry,” Calum tells them both, although mostly Luke, because Luke doesn’t live here. He gathers up his papers and stuffs them into his bag, and Michael angles his chin away from Calum, offering up his face. Calum presses a kiss to his cheek and steps over the rest of the papers strewn across the floor.

“What the fuck,” Luke says, stopping Calum in his tracks.

“He has class,” Michael explains. Calum had thought that was pretty evident, but whatever.

“He just — you just kissed Michael,” Luke says, turning first to Michael and then to Calum, who’s shifting anxiously on his feet.

“Did I?” Calum says, blinking. He sifts through the last minute in his mind. “Oh. Yeah. Well, it’s tradition, you know?”

“It’s tradition?” Luke says in disbelief. “You just kiss your mates goodbye?”

“Michael’s not my ‘mate,’” Calum says, and Michael pulls an offended face. “No, I mean, like, it’s different. Like, it’s Michael.”

Luke stares. He swings around and levels the stare at Michael. “You guys kiss each other goodbye?”

“Well, not on the fucking mouth, you perv,” Michael says uncomfortably. He glances up at Calum, who shrugs; before Luke, this habit of theirs had been entirely unobserved, and it had just been normal. It’s just — it’s just them. It’s been a month since Calum started it, and yeah, neither of them have necessarily acknowledged it, but they’ve also never questioned it. It’s nice to have someone to kiss goodbye. Calum’s not complaining.

“Okay,” Luke says slowly. “I mean, you know this is weird, right?”

“Bro, get over it,” Calum says. “I have to go to class. Bye.” And he hurries out the door, feeling slightly guilty leaving Michael stuck with a flabbergasted Luke but too preoccupied with the concern of being late to class to leave much room in his mind for anything else.

When Calum returns from class, Michael is sitting cross-legged on the couch, the video game controller in his lap, TV off. It’s a strange sight to come home to.

“Hey,” Calum says, dropping down on the couch beside him. He shoulders his bag off and tosses it aside on the floor. “Are you winning?”

Michael looks over at him oddly. “Shut up,” he says, blushing. “I was going to start the game.”

“Of course you were,” Calum says, and stands up, intending to put the game in. Michael grabs his arm.

“Hey,” he says. Calum turns.

“Hello,” he says carefully. “Uh, I think we already greeted each other?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael says. He seems distracted. “Can I ask you something?”

“Uh,” Calum says, “yes? Always?”

“Well, it’s not exactly a question,” Michael continues. Calum seats himself next to Michael again, knocking their knees together and giving Michael a smile. But Michael doesn’t look at him. His eyes bore into his legs. “It’s kind of just — Luke was asking me about the, you know. Kissing thing. After you went to class.” That’s a funny way to put it. Kissing thing. Like it’s some taboo topic. If it is, it’s only because they’ve never talked about it. “He kept insisting that it was weird, and that normal friends who are just friends don’t kiss each other goodbye.”

“And?”

“And,” Michael shrugs, “I don’t know. I guess I’m just wondering what you think. If you agree.”

“If I…if I think we’re just friends who kiss each other goodbye?”

“No!” Michael pauses, and then slowly he says, “...Are we?”

“Are we what?” Calum says, mildly annoyed. “Just friends?”

Another long pause. Michael is quiet when he speaks. “Yeah.”

The strangest thing is, Calum isn’t sure he has an answer.

On the one hand: yes. Of course they’re Just Friends. You can’t be more than friends without knowing it, and Calum and Michael have never been like that, because that’s not how they are, so…they must be Just Friends. Case closed.

But on the other hand. Normal friends who are Just Friends don’t really kiss each other goodbye. And now that Calum thinks about it, normal friends who are Just Friends don’t really act the way Calum and Michael do, and the more he considers it, the more he thinks he would probably prefer to be something that wasn’t Just Friends with Michael. Just Friends is overrated. Calum and Michael have earned better.

“You said it was different,” Michael says, ignoring that Calum hasn’t answered his question yet. “Like, when Luke was making fun, you said ‘Michael’s not my mate, it’s different.’”

“Because it is,” Calum says, though he can’t exactly pinpoint why it’s different.

“Yeah,” Michael says. “I think it is, too. So…but — doesn’t that mean —”

“Yeah,” Calum says. “If that means we’re not just friends then sure. Okay. I’d rather be that way anyway.”

Michael blinks. “You’d rather be that way?”

“Wouldn’t you?” Calum bites his lip; now he’s not so sure. But surely Michael wouldn’t have brought it up only to shut Calum down. If he’d felt strongly that they should be Just Friends and Nothing More, they wouldn’t be having this conversation.

“Uh, um. I guess so,” Michael says. Relief floods Calum like a drug. “But if you — why wouldn’t you just…say something earlier?”

Calum frowns. “I didn’t really know,” he says slowly. That sounds like the right answer. Now that he does know, thinking back, it seems obvious. It seems ridiculously obvious, to the point where if Calum didn’t know for a fact he’d been oblivious he would have accused himself of intentional ignorance. But this is just how they are. Calum doesn’t have any friendships like his one with Michael, but he’d sort of figured that was just because all friendships were different.

Not considering the fact that some friendships are more, apparently.

“Oh,” says Michael, and finally, finally he meets Calum’s eyes. “Me neither. You said it like you did.”

“I’m very adaptable,” Calum tells him, which earns him a laugh. There’s a glint in Michael’s eye. “Speaking of which, I think we could adapt our routine as well.”

Michael raises his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“You know.” Calum quirks a smile. “You could kiss me for real, if you want.”

The look on Michael’s face changes several times, from surprise to delight before settling into false composure. Anyone else would believe it, but Calum isn’t anyone else, and the excitement bleeds through too much for Michael to hide.

“What makes you think I want to kiss you?”

“Oh, shut up,” Calum says, rolling his eyes, but they’re both kind of laughing when he pulls Michael in, and Calum is glad. It feels exactly right to kiss Michael, on the lips as much as anywhere else. Even if the butterflies fluttering up a storm in Calum’s gut say that this is different, Calum knows it’s not, really. It’s more like they’ve just been cruising at the speed limit and now, finally, someone has stepped on the gas. It’s the same car they’ve been in the whole time; now they’re just taking full advantage of its capabilities.

He thinks that maybe he should tell Mali about this development. And maybe also thank her.

#calum hood #michael clifford #malum #malum fic #5sos #5sos fic #fic #my fic #you have no idea how long ive been sitting on this fic #i sent it to helen because #i wrote the first 3/4ths of it like. MONTHS and months and months ago #like it's an OLD old prompt #and then i never finished it and i got stuck on it for ages #and then recently ish i finished writing it #but i was so worried that it would feel disjointed because #my writing i think has changed quite a lot from when i started this until now #so anyway. point being that is why it needed helen approval #but now i have it so you can too #except im actually gonna draft this bc i posted fic yesterdayish and im gonna post fic tomorrowish #so im stocking up #at this point the number of fics i have just. up my sleeve. is rather impressive #good for me way to plan ahead #anonymous #ask #answered

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The Dancer (k.h.s) - Waning Crescent Hotel

Please read this (W.C.Hotel) if you this is the first post of this series that you see. Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of death Genre: Angst, Hotel Del Luna AU, Choose your own adventure, SVT x Fem! Reader Staff: Yong (Spirit General Manager) / Jiwoo (Human General Manager) / Soon Bok (Room Manager) / Mun Hee (Front Desk Receptionist) / Shin (Grim Reaper assigned to Waning Crescent) Word Count: Ending A - 3.2k / Ending B - 3.3k

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"For the last time, Mun Hee." I cross my arms and give him a stern look, "No, we cannot bring a puppy into the hotel."

"But it would brighten up the entire place." Mun Hee pouts.

"The animal world is run through a different building and I'm pretty sure if we brought a puppy from the living world, the Gods would have my head on a silver platter." I declare, definitively ending the conversation.

Mun Hee continues to pout as we walk across the lobby.

"Why are you so pouty?" Jiwoo asks him walking up to us.

I look at Mun Hee in boredom, "He's upset that we can't have a resident puppy in the hotel."

"Excuse me." A soft voice asks from behind me.

We all turn our attention to the guest and Mun Hee immediately replaces his pout with a smile.

"How can we help you?" Jiwoo takes the lead. I stay silent, as always.

"How do I reach the sky patio?" The guest asks.

"I'll show you." Jiwoo gestures the guest towards the elevators, "It can be confusing the first time."

"He's always so busy showing people around." Mun Hee comments, shaking his head and crosses his arms in concern.

"Can you help me?" A male asks Mun Hee and he immediately puts on his helpful face.

"Yes! What can I do for you, sir?" Mun Hee dives into a conversation with the guest.

As they walk away, I scoff at Mun Hee's mood swings and head for the elevators.

"Excuse me?" A male voice makes me pause and look around for the source.

A few feet away, a young adult male stands sheepishly with a book in his hands. I shakily nod my head, his appearance taking my breath with it. He's not Hoshi, no. But he looks extremely like a student Hoshi was once close with: Samuel was his name.

"What time does the cafeteria close?" He asks.

It takes me a second to register his question. "Uh, uhm, it closes at 8am." I answer him.

"And it's downstairs, correct?" He continues.

I nod, "Yeah, you uhm, you just turn down that hall way and take the stairs."

The boy nods and thanks me before walking away. I watch in awe as he disappears around the corner.

"I'm impressed." Yong's voice suddenly appears next to me.

"Jesus!" I exclaim, holding both hands over my heart.

"Is one of the most important figures in Christianity, a religion you have no interest in." Yong says with bored sarcasm.

I straighten up, slightly upset that she would use such sarcasm after scaring me like that. "Why were you impressed?" I question, changing the topic.

Yong nods towards the corner where the boy disappeared. "I think that was the first time I've seen you help a guest in like 400 years."

I cross my arms in defiance, "He was special."

"I don't think he's one of the thirteen, is he?" Yong asks.

I shake my head, "No, he just looks extremely like Samuel."

"The one that Hoshi cared for like he was his son?" Yong questions.

I nod, "Speaking of Hoshi." I start.

"Checked in for 8 days." Yong reads off her list of guests, "And Soon Bok put him in room 156."

"(y/n)! (y/n)!" Mun Hee's screams echo through the lobby as he comes running from the outdoor beach entrance.

"What's going on, Mun Hee?" Yong asks for me.

"There's a fight!" Mun Hee frantically points towards the entrance.

I wave a dismissive hand at him, "They'll figure it out. I'm not getting involved."

"It's pretty bad." Mun Hee cringes, "Jiwoo's tried to stop it but he got knocked back!"

Annoyed anger courses through my body and my fists clench.

"Should I get the ax or the bat?" Yong simply asks me as we start to walk towards Mun Hee.

"Hurry!" Mun Hee waves his hands, motioning us clsoer.

"I haven't had a good swing in a while." I give Yong my answer without saying the word.

"Bat it is." Yong nods in understanding.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry." Mun Hee says quickly. He rushes behind us and pushes us to get us to go faster.

~The Eighth Day~

"Why do I look like a chicken and you look so good?" Mun Hee's voice echoes down the hallway.

"You do not look like a chicken," Hoshi's voice laughs at his comment, "You just need more practice, and a bit more flexibility."

"Do you think it'll actually work?" Mun Hee wonders, a little out of breath.

"Oh yeah, show her that and she'll let you get a puppy in no time." Hoshi responds and the smile on my face is wiped away.

I round the corner and find the two of them facing each other. Hoshi's got his hands shoved into his pockets but his attention is solely on Mun Hee who is excitedly talking and moving his hands about.

"I'm so gonn- oh." Mun Hee finally notices me leaning against one of the pillars. My arms are crossed and I hope from my eyes he can tell I'm not all that happy. "Heh. Hi, (y/n)." He nervously laughs and gives a small wave.

Hoshi turns and he smiles when his eyes land on me.

"Did you tell him I had already told you no to the puppy?" I question Mun Hee with a raised eyebrow.

Mun Hee lowers his head and pouts, "No." He says similar to the way a child would when they get caught between two parents.

Hoshi pats him on the back, "Don't worry. Maybe you could show it to Yong and have her take you to go see puppies instead." He suggests and I shoot him a glare.

Mun Hee, however, brightens up slightly, "Good idea." He says before running off.

Pushing off from the pillar, I walk over to Hoshi, "Stop giving him ideas. He knows we have rules."

Hoshi smirks, "I see you're still the same strict lady."

I roll my eyes and sit on the bench, legs and arms crossed. "And I see you're still the same carefree man."

"Come on, (y/n)." Hoshi coos and plops himself down next to me but I shake my head, "You weren't this strict with Samuel."

"Samuel was different." I explain simply.

"Oh, uh huh, sure." Hoshi quickly raises his eyebrows, not believing me. "How did you come across Mun Hee anyway?" He wonders.

"The same way you came across Samuel." I say, playing with my hair.

Hoshi nods. "Did he also come to your door in a basket?" He jokes.

I slap his shoulder but can't stop the laugh that comes out. "You threw that joke out so much, I'm pretty sure he believed it."

Hoshi shakes his head, "No, he never believed it."

"How do you know?" I ask.

"He told me." He tells me. "I saw him."

"Here?" I wonder.

Hoshi nods, "It was a couple days ago. He found me at the bar and told me that I may not remember him but I would and that he was thankful and that he always knew he wasn't brought to me in a basket."

I quickly rise to my feet, "He could still be here, we could find hi-"

Hoshi grabs my hand and sadly shakes his head. "He left yesterday. I saw him walking out with the Jiwoo guy." I slowly lower myself back down, hand still in Hoshi's. "By the time I had asked someone what it was all about, he'd already left."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Hoshi." I give his hand a squeeze.

"You don't have to be." Hoshi counters, "It was part of the plan so there's no one to blame. I'm just glad we were able to be in the same place for at least a little bit."

I lean my head on his shoulder, "He was a good kid." I reminisce about Samuel and my time with him.

"He was." Hoshi says quietly, "But seriously, how did Mun Hee get here?"

"You're really that curious?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Yeah, because I never expected you to have someone with his personality around." Hoshi explains.

I sigh and point towards the sky, "They did it."

"The Gods?" Hoshi clarifies.

"Yupp," I confirm, "It was a few years after I was placed here. Yong and Soon Bok were asking for help because they were running short on staff. So I had to bargain with the Gods to give me someone. They only said they would if they got to choose the soul. I had no option but to agree. Then three days later, Mun Hee showed up with Shin and that was that."

"That is not how Samuel showed up to me." Hoshi emphasizes 'not.'

"No but life gave the exact opposite from what you were expecting." I reason. "Samuel was way younger than you had hoped. Mun Hee's personality was the exact opposite of what I thought I needed in this hotel." I shrug, "Same thing."

Hoshi chuckles, "You're definition of same is vastly different from the rest of the world."

"I don't exist in that world." I remind him.

Hoshi hums in agreement then falls silent. We sit there for a couple minutes, just soaking in each other's presence with our hands interlocked. But not long after, I can feel Hoshi's buzzing energy return. Nothing different from how we were. I was the quiet one but he kept my days buzzing with energy and conversations.

"What is it?" I ask him to keep him from quite literally vibrating off the bench.

"Can I ask you a question?" He glances over at me.

I nod, "Ask me any question you want."

"What have you been doing since you left?" Hoshi asks, sincerity laced in his voice.

"Me? I mean, I haven't been doing much." I answer his question, "I've been running this hotel and waiting for life to pass by."

"No exciting stories?" He wonders, like he doesn't believe I've told him the entire truth.

"Not really." I try to think of anything interesting that has happened at my hotel but nothing comes to mind. "Honestly, nothing interesting happens when I sit and wait for years."

We fall into a silence again and this time it takes only seconds for Hoshi to start itching to ask a question.

"Spit it out." I chuckle.

"Do you want to know what happened after you left?" He asks and I mentally facepalm for forgetting to ask about him.

I turn my head to look at his side profile, "Only if you want to tell me." I smile lazily.

"If I wan- woman, of course I want to tell you. There was so much you missed that you should know about." Hoshi says as if I'd gone crazy for thinking he wouldn't want to tell me.

I sit up properly and smile, happy to know that he wants me to know. "Then tell me."

Hoshi giggles, "Alright, first off, you actually leaving was shitty. And that hurt." He starts but quickly diverts to happier things, "Samuel, though, man that kid was something. You know he went off to college. He didn't study dance even though I had asked him to think about it. But he graduated in the four years with a degree in like psychology or something."

I raise my eyebrows, "You don't even remember?"

"Hey," Hoshi points a finger at me, "It was a long time ago."

"Hey," I point a finger back at him, "You should remember what your son majored in."

"He was only a few years younger than me. He was more like a little brother than a son." Hoshi defends himself. "A son would've been cool to have, though." He says thoughtfully.

"Did you ever have any?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.

Hoshi shakes his head, "I was graced with the drama of two daughters." Then he chuckles, "You know, it was probably better that I didn't have any sons."

"Why?" I ask, amused.

"Let's just say there were moments when I was the one more interested in their interests than they were." Hoshi laughs, pulling a laugh from me.

"Did they grow up well?" I wonder, tucking a foot under my leg.

Hoshi nods, "My oldest had some health issues when she was young but they went away after a few years. My younger was a rambunctious child but had no major problems. They grew up well. They went to good schools, got good degrees, married good men. My oldest gave me three grandchildren and my younger gave me two. I was happy."

"What was your wife like?" I ask, too busy imagining his life to really think about what I was asking.

Hoshi pauses, "You want to know about her too?" He asks, giving me a skeptical look.

I shrug, "She's the one who ultimately stole your heart and gave you children and a life." I explain.

"Well, she wasn't you. But then again, no one is like you." Hoshi starts, "She was beautiful. The perfect height for me to smother her in a cuddle when she wasn't feeling great. She was always making a fuss about the mess I'd leave in the house which she passed onto our daughters. I never got a break from the nagging.

"We traveled around after our daughters moved out and started their own lives. She enjoyed the trips but I don't think she really truly understood what I loved about it all. The inspiration I pulled from the world." Hoshi continues, playing with my hand. "You always understood that part. She never did. But she let me do what I needed to do so I was thankful for that."

I smile softly knowing that he was loved after I left. He deserved it. After all he did to raise and care for Samuel and after suffering from the effects of my punishment, he deserved to be loved.

Hoshi quiets down and just stares ahead at the bare tree in front of us.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask, his gaze set on the thoughts rolling through his mind.

"Just what to tell you next." Hoshi ponders.

I smile, "Hoshi, tell me everything."

He smiles brightly before starting the story about Samuel's dating life and how it was one of the most exhausting things he'd gone through.

We sit there for hours. Hoshi telling me every detail he can remember about his life and me listening and soaking up every word he says. The sound of his voice soothes some of my rough edges that had reappeared in the time I had been away from him. Like the way water tames the wild stray hairs after a sleepless night of tossing and turning in bed.

That was Hoshi. The water with energy to flow for days but with the ability to soothe my rough edges. That was my Hoshi.

"Do you think I'll remember how to dance when I cross over?" Hoshi suddenly asks as the sun dips lower.

I raise myself from my previous laying position and look at Hoshi with worry. "The Gods wouldn't take away something like that." I offer but am unsure of the answer myself.

Hoshi gives me a small side smile, "You don't even know the answer, do you?" He asks.

I shake my head, "I don't. I've never crossed so I can't say for sure what is kept and what is washed away."

"Well," Hoshi looks up towards the ceiling, "I hope you won't take away that." He says as if he's talking directly to the Gods. And I pray that they hear him.

He lowers his gaze to the west windows, "Sunset means it's time to go, right?"

I purse my lips, not wanting him to leave just yet. But Hoshi always had an equal amount of practicality to offset his amount of energy. He knew when things needed to be taken seriously.

"Your silence is telling me it is." Hoshi says after I stay silent, locked away in my own selfish thoughts.

"It is." I say quietly in confirmation. "But I don't want it to be."

Hoshi lowly chuckles, "That's not for us to decide now it is? Plus, you have others that are coming. You gotta be ready for them so when Mr. I-got-to-love-(y/n)-first arrives, you'll be able to leave this place with a peaceful heart."

I giggle at his nickname for the one who will release me from my punishment. Hoshi rises to his feet and dramatically bows while holding out a hand.

"My lady." He says, lifting his head to wink at me.

I smile at his silliness and grab his hand. Lifting me up, he suddenly pulls me into his chest, wraps the other arm around my waist and rests his nose against mine.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, relaxing into him.

Hoshi smiles lazily, "Enjoying my time with you." He says before kissing me lightly.

Before he can pull away, I press my lips onto his, giving him another kiss, this time harder. I feel him smile before he attacks my cheeks with kisses. Giggling, I try to pull away but his grip on me is like iron, unbreakable. Hoshi presses a final soft kiss onto the tip of my nose before pulling back.

"We should go." He says, unwrapping his arm from my waist. "I don't want that creepy Grim Reaper to be hunting me."

I laugh at the version of Shin that Hoshi is imagining. He smiles at my laughter and we begin to walk out of the garden. Hoshi swings our arms back and forth but his face is thinking, trying to cover up the sad thoughts with happy actions.

I'm so focused on watching Hoshi's face, that I don't realize we've exited the hotel until my heels sink into the soft dirt.

"Careful." Hoshi steadies me. He then glances at Shin and the car waiting to take him over. "Does he always just wait there?"

"Only when someone is leaving." I answer him as we resume walking towards Shin. "The dead are great at being punctual."

Hoshi releases a breathy laugh at my attempted joke. "I guess I shouldn't be the one that's not then."

I wrap him in a hug as Shin opens the car door. Hoshi squeezes my body tightly and I breathe in his familiar scent one last time.

"I'm going to remember you." Hoshi declares quietly, "Even if I don't remember, I'm going to remember."

I choke out a laugh through the tears that line my eyes, "That's not even possible."

We pull apart as I sniffle. Hoshi wears a smile but his eyes are clouded with sadness. "Just you watch. I'm going to do it, love. I'm going to remember you."

I smile a nod, "I love you." I tell him.

"I love you, (y/n)." Hoshi smiles sadly before turning and walking to the car. He pauses for a second just before he's in the car and turns around, "Does he ever smile?" Hoshi points a thumb at Shin.

I laugh as a tear slides down my cheek and Hoshi, satisfied that he got me laughing, ducks into the car. Shin shuts the door behind him and soon the car is on its way.

As I watch the car take my dancer away, tears slowly fall from my eyes. When the car is fully swallowed by the forest fog, one chrysanthemum in my garden loses its bright white petals and withers away.

After my tears have been spent, I dry my cheeks and sniffle on the way back inside the hotel to continue my waiting.

Return to the Navigation Page (Waning Crescent Hotel) to choose the next guest.

"Hey, (y/n)," Hoshi grabs my attention as the sun sets, "Do you think we'll remember how to dance when we cross over?" He asks.

"You mean will you remember how to dance and will I remember how to look like a toddler learning how to walk." I correct him with a smile.

"You could dance." Hoshi reassures me.

I give him a look of 'really?' "If Mun Hee looked like a chicken trying to learn your dances, then I looked like baby giraffe trying to stand up."

Hoshi barks out laughing, "I find that hard to believe. I thought you were pretty graceful."

I hum in amusement, "That was when I was younger. My knees are older than you remember."

"Do your knees still work to walk?" He asks, standing up, and shoving his hands in his pockets, waiting expectantly.

I jump up to prove they work, "If they didn't, would you have carried me?" I question.

"In a heartbeat." Hoshi dramatically places a hand over his heart and closes his eyes.

I giggle, "Come on. I wanna say good bye to my staff before we leave."

"Happy to be leaving?" Hoshi asks as we leave the bare tree behind.

"I'm happy that my punishment is over," I answer, "But part of me is kind of sad to be leaving Soon Bok, Jiwoo, Yong, Mun Hee, and Shin."

"That's natural." Hoshi says, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

As we get closer to the lobby, Hoshi drops his arm and grabs my hand. In the lobby, Yong, Mun Hee, Soon Bok, and Jiwoo stand solemnly.

"So this is it?" Mun Hee asks with tears in his eyes. "This is the day you leave us?"

I wrap him up in a hug, only a tiny bit annoyed that he's being so sappy. "Maybe I'll get punished again and be back here by the end of the year." I try to joke but Mun Hee abruptly pushes back from me.

"Don't you dare say that. You better not return here." He says angrily through his tears.

I chuckle, "I won't come back. I promise." Then I hold out my pinky to him, "And no puppies."

Mun Hee links his pinky with mine, "No puppies." He promises.

Turning to Soon Bok, I thank her for her service and her amazing work. Something I never did and should've done more.

Next onto Jiwoo. I also thank him for his and his entire family's service then I unclip the bracelet that has held him to this place.

"When you leave today, you won't be able to find this place again." I inform him, "I hope that you'll be able to go and live your life happily."

Jiwoo nods, "Thank you for letting me work with you. I won't ever forget you."

I smile sadly, "You will. But thank you."

Finally I reach Yong who is sniffling and trying so very hard not cry.

"You'd think after all these years of waiting that I'd be prepared for this day." She says through sniffles.

"Thank you, Yong." I rests my hands on her shoulders, "For everything. Thank you."

With lips pursed together, she leans forward and wraps me in an unexpected hug. But I soon wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly.

We pull apart after a couple seconds and I wipe the few tears that have escaped from her eyes.

"Keep this hotel running beautifully." I tell her before Hoshi grabs my hand again.

With final waves of goodbye, Hoshi and I walk out to the foggy forest that will take us to our resting place.

At the edge of the forest, Shin stands next to an idling car, a somber look on his face.

"(y/n)." He says when we reach him, "It has been an honor working with you. I wish you both a peaceful rest." Shin bows his head and I pat his arm.

"The honor was mine." I tell him with a smile. Now the tears start to line my eyes as the realization fully sets in.

I'm free. I served my years of punishment and now I'm free to let my soul rest.

I turn back towards the hotel and look up to the top where the rooftop patio is outlined with bright string lights. Then to the mid floors where random room lights are turned on, some guests staying in while others opting to experience the hotel's many services. Then to grand base where guests would be milling around, waiting their turns to leave this world.

"(y/n)?" Hoshi softly asks pulling my attention to where he sits just inside the car, "Are you ready?"

I take one last quick look at the hotel before turning away from it. "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."

I lower myself into the car and Shin securely closes the door after I am completely inside. As the car begins to drive forward, Hoshi securely grabs my hand and I let his warmth guide me towards our final destination.

In the garden, the final chrysanthemum withers and dies so that no more stand at the base of the bare tree.

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4/10/2021

(( Brace yourselves for a long post. 👁 ))

I’m not sure if I gave any more context of this event either, but, last week, I and around 1-2 people from each section were invited by the directors to go help out with something in preparation for next year.

To summarize it briefly, the incoming band students would be trying out some instruments today. Due to COVID restrictions, they couldn’t play the instrument (much) and actually try it out like the usual process. The older band kids given the option to volunteer were going to be the lead examples of what an instrument sounds like.

This means they’d play for people who were interested in hearing them/trying out our instrument. In addition, we also helped make sure the crowd was settled in nicely when we weren’t occupied with said playing.

Of course, I agreed to come right away. Who would turn down a chance to hang out around their TC (ahem, and the band 😳) for a little while?

People could choose to be there for around half of the event— three hours and thirty minutes, give or take— or remain there throughout the full seven-hour duration of work.

I think you know what I’m going to say now, right? Yeah. I chose to stay and pitch in for the whole time. Needless to say, I’m pretty worn out from it all.

(Believe it or not, I practically passed out right after I wrote the previous sentence. Haha, whoops. Hello from the next day!)

Anywho, with all of the background information out of the way, let’s move on to the actual event!!

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I arrived pretty early and assisted the band directors with their setup in the school’s cafeteria. W and I didn’t talk or make eye contact very much, but that was because we were scrambling to get things like the instruments, hand sanitizer stations, music stands, etcetera prepared.

I noticed that M’s wife and daughter, who’s in my band, were here to help all day as well. It was nice to coexist and talk a little with those who M loves and adores.

From what I remember, the first time W spoke within earshot of me was when everyone was given the incentive to warm up on their instruments in the band hall.

He made a stupid joke that I don’t quite remember, but I and some others found it pretty funny. As always, he never failed to lift the room’s spirits, or at the very least my own. If what he said wasn’t enough to keep me going, the smile on his face before he left was adorable as well.

Fast forward to some time later, when I was mingling with other band kids. I thought it’d be fun to join in the frenzy of various pieces being played simultaneously, but I didn’t want to move away from the group to sit down. I thought it would be pretty awkward.

After being sure I wasn’t going to cause any major damage to myself or my instrument, I challenged myself to attempt playing some music on my concert tuba while standing up. I didn’t do this often, so I thought it’d be a fun time to try.

Why am I bringing this up? Well, just as I lifted the tuba upwards, I noticed something in the eastern corner of my gaze; A pair of eyes I knew all too well were already placed on me before I had even begun getting set. My gaze flickered in the observer’s direction for less than a second.

To my surprise, since nobody was talking to him, W decided to focus on me. He was leaning forward on the table he was sat at, with his chin cupped comfortably by his right hand. He watched me with pure curiosity and interest.

I did my best not to look at him outside of my peripheral vision after that to avoid potentially interrupting his thoughts. I also didn’t want to mess up whatever music I had out either since he was listening in on it.

He observed me with this same look on his face until he shot up in his seat and looked forward. I assume there was a person who was approaching him.

Can’t help but wonder why he decided to look at me...and how long he would have been tuning into my mediocre tuba skills if someone hadn’t walked over.

A student was interested in hearing me play the tuba, so I did just that. I believe I played around 6-8 measures of my solo. Despite some minor blips due to a sticking valve, I guess I did pretty decent.

I smiled sheepishly and set my tuba down after my mini performance. A subtle applause rose from the kid’s family, accompanied by a louder clapping to the right of me, which I didn’t quite acknowledge until a voice spoke up.

“Thanks Dad!!” W spoke in a slightly condescending tone while grinning from ear to ear. The sound of his loud voice startled me and I zipped my head over to him. “Wha(ha)t?” I spoke in between some surprised chuckles.

“Your Dad’s clapping...like—” He mimicked a very enthusiastic and very expressive clap for a moment before slapping his knees, leaning forward, and letting out one of his signature loud, giggly laughs. I looked at my father and we laughed along with W for a few seconds more.

After writing this, I’m just now realizing that W must have been paying pretty good attention to me and the situation I was in. I would have never noticed this if he hadn’t spoke up. Wow, haha, that’s pretty cool! (My father decided a volunteer here for a little while in case some people were curious. ^^)

Not as much people wanted to hear the tuba as I thought, so I had some free time on my hands. We were told that we could no longer play out of turn since we were being too loud, so I decided to try to talk to W a little bit while I still could. I watched as he wished the last person currently in line a good day, then I began to walk over to him. As I made my way closer, he lifted his head pretty quickly, and his concentration locked on me. Judging by his serious expression, he may have thought I had an important question to ask him. That threw me off a little bit, and I got nervous.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“Uh,” I started, “How‘s the thing going?” By ‘the thing’, I was referring to his job of checking people out of the school. I internally facepalmed at my phrasing.

“Good!” He turned to his computer and hesitated. “Actually, I have a favor to ask you..” I watched as he slouched down a little bit on the desk before popping back up to look at me.

W asked me if I could go ahead and get the directors’ lunch out before the kids got theirs, just in case it all ran out quickly. He then counted the directors for me and forgot to include himself, which we laughed together at after I pointed it out. I went to go grab the packages after the conversation ended.

The whole way to the band hall, where everything was located, I swam through my thoughts. I was grateful that he thought I was good enough to be trusted with keeping track of who got what, food-wise. I’m glad I could help him with that.

After a bit of explaining to some of the students why I was handling the food before lunch and taking multiple portions of it, I was off and giving everything out to the directors. M’s wife already went to get her own food somehow, and she seemed a little bit agitated when I asked if she already got her stuff.

I mean, I’d be pretty mad if someone interrupting my blissful munching moments too, so no shame there. I wonder if M messes with her while she eats sometimes. It seems like something he may do when he’s bored. Haha.

Anyway, I approached W with his stuff, but he was talking to someone, so I slowly came to a stop and just....stood there. Luckily, the guy mentioned I had W’s food, so he looked over. “Thanks R,” he smiled. “Is that all?” He looked at what remained in the bag. “Yep.” I told him that M’s wife had already gotten her stuff beforehand, and he nodded.

After I handed the items to him, he thanked me again. I acknowledged his thanks with a smile before letting him continue talking. A few minutes later, he began to eat.

Can I just point out that the way he eats is so...amusing? It’s like he pays no attention to those around him, instead focusing on engulfing the food in front of him with huge bites at a time. He leaves a mess too while doing this sometimes.

While he’s nomming the stuff down, he uses that time to scan the room with curious eyes. I assume it’s to see if anyone was looking at his Jurassic munching techniques.

Call me weird, but it was all so cute in a way. I had a very tough time directing my eyes off of him at first, but I forced myself to. He was looking near my direction anyway, and I didn’t want him to be like ‘??? R, why are you watching me eat?’. 😳 so yeah

About an hour or so after this lunch incident, I was talking to M’s daughter and someone else. We were chatting casually about something related to our instruments. I just started getting into the conversation when I heard a loud voice call out my name.

“R.” W called from behind me. I perked up, shocked, and stopped talking as soon as his voice rang in my ears. The two people I was speaking to looked in his direction and I followed suit with their action, twisting my body backwards as quick as possible. “Come here.”

He stood there very still, facing me with a serious expression, and I was quite intimidated by this. There was nobody inside a 7-foot radius of him, which further intensified the situation for me. Within another heartbeat, butterflies were swirling in my stomach. I turned back to the two girls and apologized before walking over to see what was up.

I stopped just shy of an arm’s length away from him and met his strong gaze with a face that silently urged him to go on. “I’m going to go to the restroom,” he told me, dipping his upper torso and head down to make his look appear more firm. I responded by lifting my chin up and looking down at him with the same amount of seriousness.

“I need you to stay here and watch. If anyone comes, tell them to wait for me, okay?” He had a hint of a pleading tone in his voice that I couldn’t ignore. “Got it.” I told him. “Sorry!!” He exclaimed in a high-pitched whisper to me as he ran off to the other room. “Not a problem!” I yelled back.

I watched him dash out of the cafeteria doors and halt to a walking pace while he exchanged a couple words with the check-in volunteers. I stopped watching him when he began to walk towards the males’ bathroom again.

I was, again, honored that W trusted me enough to handle something like that. Even if it was a small task like the one he asked from me earlier on, he could have had anyone else do it, but he decided I was reliable enough to. I thought that was pretty cool.

Anyway, I stood there for a bit and noticed a phone faced down on the table. I assumed immediately that it was his, and I observed its beautiful casing. It was decorated with a light gray and white array of lines that sort of gave me a forest vibe.

I never expected something as toned down and serene as this was from him, especially with his crazy energetic attitude I know him from, but it was a very nice sight. I didn’t stare at his phone any further in case anyone thought I was going to snoop or something weird like that.

A family came up and I told them that W would be back in a bit. We chatted for a little while about some band-related stuff until W speed-walked back in. I ended our conversation abruptly before looking at him.

“Thank you so much for your help, R.” He told me sincerely while I stepped out of his way. I didn’t pay attention in the moment to how close we were, but it was definitely very close, somehow still barely avoiding contact. “Sure!” I beamed joyously as my gaze lingered.

“Your phone was going off for twenty minutes,” he told me before he sat back down in his chair. My face widened. “I was??” I paused. “I mean, it was??” He didn’t respond to my slightly panicking tone. Instead, he sat still where he was silently, staring at the person I was just talking to.

“Sorry,” I lightly apologized before heading back to where I had my stuff set up. I checked my notifications didn’t see anything new, so I was pretty confused. Maybe he was trying to get me to go away or something, hence the effort on his face to not respond. 😳

The last thing here was just me wishing him a good weekend, and him saying “thank you for helping“, with me thanking him back afterwards.

Overall, this day was great. My arms are so sore from hauling the extra instrument cases around(the tuba cases for newcomers are unbelievably heavier than my current one), but the moments I shared with W and the band made it so worth it. ^^

Hope everyone’s having a great weekend and staying safe.

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monkberries · 3 years

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Wait what's wrong with the AKOM How Do You Sleep episode? I remember it being fine but its been ages since i listened to it so if you've got any thoughts I'd love to hear them :)

Be aware, this is only about the first episode, not about the George-focused episode. If they resolve any of the issues I have with the first episode in the second episode, then I sincerely apologize.

First, there are some things they talk about that I agree with! Near the end of the episode, they discuss the dynamic between John and the people around him in a really insightful way, and in a way I’ve often thought about it; both John and the people around him were all kind of in this mindset of “oh, Paul rejected us? Well, we didn’t want him ANYWAY! So THERE!” They also discuss the fact that John was very easily manipulated, and nearly his entire support system (minus Ringo, and shame on them for not mentioning that) basically egged his anger and viciousness on. And they also play/read some interviews with John about the song and tangential subjects, and it’s always nice to hear primary sources.

However, much like their post about Lewisohn, I find a lot of this episode excessive, overtorqued, and generally far too exaggerated. They perceive an imbalance in narratives (which I do think is there, just not to the extent they say) and overcorrect, imho.

First, I want to get my opinion on the song itself out of the way: I listen to it a lot. It’s on my Fall 2020 playlist. I enjoy the musicality, the style; the mood it evokes is extremely strong to me. Sometimes it’s fun to indulge in feeling evil or mean without having to actually be evil or mean! Plus, I love playing it right before Jealous Guy, or Steel and Glass, or I Know (I Know), just to get that maximum John Lennon Mood Whiplash effect. I think George’s solo is vicious and perfect for the mood as well. However, the lyrics are pretty horrendous in terms of their effect on Paul and his feelings; they’re also horrendous in that they’re just not well-written lyrics. IMHO you can tell it was written by three different people all throwing insults at the wall to see what would stick and rhyme. Half of the digs don’t even make sense. “So Sgt. Pepper took you by surprise/You better see right through that mother’s eyes” Wut? “The one mistake you made was in your head” ??? The hell do these things even mean lmao

Anyway. Onto the episode itself.

Around 1 minute in, they say that there’s not a lot of check and balance in the Beatles fandom w/r/t this song, and that much of the fandom espouses that HDYS was “deserved” and “honest”. They reiterate this sentiment over in different ways throughout the episode, and I just do not see that kind of thing being a majority opinion in Beatles fandom spaces at all. Perhaps they are occupying different fandom spaces than I occupy (tumblr/Hey Dullblog/beatlebioreview), and it is true where they are? (In which case, my goodness, find some better blogs to follow, babes!) They talk about how they’ve never seen anyone pick it apart before, and that the discussion around it has not changed, that people have been saying Paul deserved it since it came out. Again, this is does not jive with my experience in the Beatles fandom.

From Shout!, a book with a well known anti-McCartney streak, published in 1981: “John’s Imagine album - despite the plea for universal peace and brotherhood in the title track - launched a thermo-nuclear strike back at Paul with ‘How Do You Sleep?’ a title suggesting crimes almost in the realm of first-degree murder. The McCartney references were unmistakable, and, often, cruelly unjust: ‘The freaks was right when they said you was dead... The only thing you done was Yesterday...’ There was even a two-fingered gesture of contempt for Paul’s new outdoor life with Linda on their Scottish farm.” Also, the RS review spends two paragraphs talking specifically about how heinous and unjustifiable HDYS is. You can definitely say that rock journalism takes some of the attitude of HDYS and runs with them, such as Paul’s music sounding like muzak - that sentiment certainly persisted. But I would argue that most of the shit journos are reacting to and buying into comes from Lennon Remembers primarily, where John says all the same crap and more, and worse, rather than HDYS itself, which they seem to balk at.

They make the claim as well that the Imagine LP has been elevated to some kind of untouchable, un-criticizeable status. In the years after his death, I think there is probably some truth to that, although again, untouchable is an extreme word. Even in 2003, the LP was number 80 on Rolling Stone’s top 500 albums of all time. However, it was 227 on NME’s list in 2013 and dropped to 223 on Rolling Stone’s new 2020 list, suggesting a waning in popularity over time and a willingness to look more objectively at the quality of it.

The thing that really bothered me about this episode is like... They talk about the need for nuanced discussion of the song, right? And that’s all fine and good, and I agree, nuance in any Beatles discussion is essential if you want to get close to any actual truth. However, they then go on to say, quite adamantly, that if you say the music of the song is good, even if you think the lyrics are awful, then they wouldn’t even bother having a conversation with you. It’s very “We want nuance! NO NOT LIKE THAT! YOU’RE DOING NUANCE WRONG!” Like, I’m sorry, the music is good, in my opinion! John is very good at evoking a mood! The fact that I think George’s solo is incredible, or that the keyboard riff gives me chills, or that I think the bass goes super hard, doesn’t mean I don’t understand how rough the lyrics are or the effect they had on Paul. In fact, imho, I think it’s important that we discuss how quality the music is because it underscores the calculated cruelty John exhibited. He worked hard on this song. He wanted to create a very specific feeling out of it, and he succeeded in spades. I think if it had been crappy musically, people would have been much more contemptuous of it than they already are. As I said earlier, some of the digs don’t even make sense; I think they’re bolstered and propped up specifically because the music underneath them is so good. Also, it’s not fucking wrong to enjoy a groove.

I also take some issue with them saying that HDYS was easily among the worst things John ever did. Like... equivalent or worse than going on anti-Semitic, homophobic rants? Yikes.

There are many instances in this episode where they will go “I often read things like...” or “Jean Jackets will say...” or “I see this a lot...” and then never actually talk about where they see these things or quote directly from them. One instance goes “I often read things like, ‘John Lennon is expressing years of pent-up resentment over creative differences’, as if John is some kind of, like, drunk art teacher doling out free advice to Paul on his music.” I’ve read a lot about HDYS and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that. Just about every discussion of the song I’ve seen says very clearly that it was an unjustified, deeply personal attack. I realize there is an aversion to publicly Naming Names when you’re calling out people who perpetuate a bad narrative. But I want to know where this stuff comes from. I want to actually see what it is they’re upset about.

Lastly, they talk near the end about music innovation and experimentation, and this is where I think things go much too far in overcorrecting a narrative. The well-known narrative for many years post breakup was that Paul was a boring square who wrote granny music. That is true; he was much maligned in the press about that. However, I think post-Hertsgaard, post-Revolution In The Head, post-Complete Recording Sessions, and post-Many Years From Now, that attitude has changed quite a bit. Most serious Beatles fans know now that Paul was the first one to really get into Avant-Garde stuff; most fans know about the fact that he made McCartney 1 basically alone in a homemade studio. Most fans have probably heard or at least heard of Temporary Secretary, lmao.

But it feels like these women are still living in the past where Paul was still being maligned for being a square, so instead they go way far to the other end and say “Paul was the musical innovator, not John.” And that is just flat out NOT true. They were BOTH musical innovators. The fact that Paul was the first to get into avant-garde art does not exclude John from also being incredibly innovative and experimental in his own way. Perhaps he wasn’t doing that on Imagine; they are right that Imagine is a collection of really good but fairly commercial songs. But they utterly discount the fact that he did Strawberry Fields Forever, and I Want You (She’s So Heavy), popularized backmasking, was one of the first if not the first to use amp feedback in a song in I Feel Fine, experimented with recording his voice differently with Tomorrow Never Knows and Revolution, and also the entirety of Plastic Ono Band!!! You don’t have to downplay or erase John’s experimental contributions to music in order to elevate Paul’s. You can elevate both of them. It’s fine.

Also, this is the episode where they say Lewisohn’s book is exactly the same as all the other Jean Jackets books except thicker, and I have a viscerally bad reaction to that for many reasons I have already outlined on this blog. Suffice to say, it is demonstrably untrue (not least because Lewisohn hasn’t published anything in his Tune In series that goes beyond 1962) and unfair to someone who has done an unbelievable amount of legwork to back up his writing. They also compare Lewisohn to Goldman (???????) and call them John and Yoko’s “fuckin bitch boys saying the same shit over and over again.” I have to imagine Goldman was a misspeak and she meant someone else, but still that jarred me lmfao

#about the blogger #Anonymous #podcast blues

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imbellarosa · 3 years

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Hii!! I thought you'd be the best person to ask this since you are always so level-headed & mature when dealing with people's opinions & ideas. In irl, I'd like to think I'm the same. I've always been someone who has easily surrounded myself with people from different religions and cultures and opinions and I have a genuine interest in hearing about their thoughts even when they may be vastly different from my own. However, in this fandom, it's a whole different story. I'm finding that I often

2: get needlessly emotionally reactive when people have a different opinion which is silly bc everyone is entitled to their own opinion and it doesn't mean they're right or I'm wrong, bc opinions do not exist within a dichotomy right? It's funny tho when a blogger responded with 'they didn't ask for your opinion' like honey don't you understand that that just goes hand in hand with being famous? And like the opinion I gave was on their sides (as usual) but like stop babying them yk? They're

3: grown men who were part of the biggest boyband of this era like people say far far worse shit than a comment about their questionable choice of peers lol. As if they even care what anyone thinks? No celeb does lol. And yeah, if my friend was hanging around people who evidently weren't the right crowd, you bet I would speak up. If they deserve better, then I'm not just going to sit around while someone hurts my friend wth?? ANYWAYS. How can I just take different opinions in my stride like you?

did u hear that @belgianreader2?? my anons think i’m level headed and reasonable ajdlfkjadsklfj hahaha. oh anon if only u knew my levels of ABSOLUTE CHAOTIC ENERGY. okay, well first of all, I want to say that if your anxiety is getting to be too much, I made this post of resources and questions you can ask urself to just...do a sort of mental check up!

And now for my actual answer: I take different opinions in stride because I’m not in this for the boys. Does that sound weird? Maybe so. I certainly love them and their music, and I think that (mostly) they mean well and are kind and all of that matters and their art is gorgeous and it brought me here, but none of that is what keeps me here:

What keeps me here is @dependsonwhospitching‘s kindness and empathy and our 1 dm chats (no, we can’t be normal about it, sry!). It’s @queenlokibeth‘s memes and the way i send absolutely incoherent Spanglish texts and she can read them all, and the way that she sends me the WORST instagram takes and we make them funny. It’s how @statementlou is secretly a harrie and @thewestishharpooners and i are in a squad with H and Jeff (no, they aren't aware and no they don't have to be thx very much) and her ART. What keeps me here is @louciernagas‘s analysis (and her bio it ALWAYS makes me smile) and her kindness and @goldenistheantidote‘s love, which she was willing to give to an absolute stranger. It’s @homosociallyyours‘s amazing internet skills and @lascitateognesperanza‘s willingness to tumble down this rabbit hole with me and just love ALL of the music (even the songs I don’t love, I love for her!) It’s @treatlouwithkindness‘s spn dms where we freak out over what happened in the episodes (and sighhhh this week was :////) and @quelsentiment‘s love for zouis (hahahahaha ily girl) and all my anon asks wanting to talk about art and music and the way that when i had ONE SINGLE anon that MIGHT have looked at me the wrong way, I also had FOUR people IMMEDIATELY go ‘hey WTF anon??’. I am here for the community I have built here, and I love those people WAY MORE than I love any of these guys (no offense, Louis, if ur reading this for whatever reason lmao).

So when I disagree with them about some fandom thing? It doesn’t matter. Like, for example, I thought the best song at Niall’s show was Moral Of The Story. I LOVE that collab w Ashe and I don’t adore HBW - it’s just not what I vibe with. And some of my friends absolutely disagree with that! And we have those convos, and different ones! We disagree on other things, too, sometimes. As long as the disagreement is not a fundamental one on morals and principles it doesn’t matter to me. The way someone approaches a disagreement DOES matter, because that speaks to their *character*. Someone who is willing to be like “hi, most of the time, we agree, but I didn’t like your take on x thing for y reason” is WAY more likely to get a convo from me than someone who’s like “you said x and you’re a fucked up person for it”. So like...I think that’s how I do it. I try to be careful with my words, and I remember that the people I’m here for are my friends first and foremost and that we don’t have the full story, so no opinion is really a fully informed one. It’s just our read of the situation.

#anon asks #i answer #hi idk if ive said this enough this week but i love my friends #and they're really keeping me afloat right now #and that means so so so so so much #they're the best people #Anonymous

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marinette-lives-here · 3 years

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First fic for this blog lol. This is really old. So it started as a little back and forth between me and an ex friend of mine discussing like. Virgil used to be a dark side right? So who says a dark side couldn't have been a light side? And yeah. It kinda turned into lots of moceit too lol. I have more of this kind of stuff too if anyone actually likes this. I'm talking a lot now though so just. Yeah here

(THIS ALSO REQUIRES MULTIPLE POSTS SO THIS IS PART ONE)

What if whenever Patton hugged someone they immediately got super happy no matter what?

Sometimes to the point of, say, forgetting what they were doing before the hug?

Patton wants people to be happy no matter what, so whenever one of the others is crying and his words couldn't comfort them, he'd give them a hug, thinking that he solved the issue, and he did to some extent, but when he's doing so he's actually giving out his own happiness, which eventually leads to why Patton would more often than not fake his happiness on numerous occasions, because he had given too much of his own happiness away.

What if Virgil did something similar?

Anytime he hugged anyone they'd immediately get so anxious no matter what that it'd have the same effect.

The others would know about it to some extent of course; "Okay so Virge hugs me I'm anxious, Patt hugs me and I'm happy. Got it."

But neither of them would explain further because if the others knew it somewhat fixed Virgil's anxiety they'd want him to do it more often and he couldn't do that to them.

And if the others knew it somewhat made Patton more upset then they wouldn't let him do it anymore, and Patton needed to be able to.

Virgil and Patton's s/os would unknowingly do this to people.

Like during arguments they'd have Patt or Virge hug the person their s/o was arguing with so that they'd forget that they were arguing, and when asked what they were doing previously they'd most likely get a response like, for example, "Agreeing with Janus."

And this would just hurt Patton or the other person in the argument without the s/o's knowledge.

And along with how Logan noticed everyone's traits on their cuddling tricks, he'd at least know that Virgil's hugging made him a bit less anxious, and Patton's just made him tired, yet Logan didn't think the actual emotion was sadness.

He would confront them about it one day.

"Virgil you've been less anxious after hugs. Are you passing off your anxiety?"

And-

"Patton why do you look so tired after hugging others? I understand you're making them happy but why does it tire you out so much?"

Both of them would lie about it happening and say that it's not so that they'd continue being treated normally and have free range of when they hugged the others.

Virgil would make some bullshit excuse.

"No, stupid, I'm just distracted by the fact of how funny it is that I've made others feel like that" because that sounds reasonable, considering it's Virgil.

But Patton is Patton and hates lying with every fiber of his being (Patton hates lying because it's what caused Janus to turn to a dark side and leave him-), so it's harder for him to lie to Logan.

"Uh, well, I don't really get 'tired,' it's just probably you overthinking. You do tend to do that sometimes Logie."

Virgil would try to help him out and nod his head though, of course.

Now, Janus has always been able to sense what's true and what's not, since he was honesty and is now deceit.

Now that he's deceit though, he can sense whenever anyone tells a lie.

So only a couple seconds after Logan begrudgingly agrees with Virgil and Patton, Janus shows up.

"Alright, which one of you was lying?" he would say, looking between all three of the others.

Logan freezes and stares at the other two as Patton looks down upset at being caught lying about this.

Logan is feeling upset because he had a trusted friend just try to deceive him, Patton is just about on the verge of crying, and Virgil is now just vibing with takis in a corner while watching.

Logan stares for a few more minutes before going, "So then you did, Patton?"

And Janus glances around the room feeling all the tension before going, "What was the conversation about, exactly?"

Virgil just casually answers with, "Hugs."

So Janus says, "Ohh, you mean how Patton gives people 'his happy'!" and suddenly everyone in the room is frozen, because not even Virgil was told by Patton the details, and Patton is even more upset that Janus just exposed him like that.

Patton and Janus immediately get into an argument over it and Patton accidentally slips up and instinctively calls Janus "Honesty."

Janus goes quiet and looks down.

Patton is confused at first before he realized what he'd done and starts apologizing over and over again.

Janus said it was fine, he knew Patton didn't mean to, but it still hurt a bit.

Janus started to walk to his room but before he did he calmly said, "I'm not feeling to well..... See you, Mora," and proceeded to sink into his room.

Patton started crying and sank into his room as well.

Logan is beyond confused because he was under the impression that Honesty disappeared ages ago, considering no one had bothered to tell him about Janus, after all.

Logan was in shock over the whole situation. He stood there frozen like a Microsoft error as Virgil whispered, "Oh shit.." under his breath before shoving another Taki into his mouth.

Roman walked in, noticing the expression on both Logan and Virgil's faces and said, "Y'all act like you've seen a ghost-" and proceeded to take a Taki from Virgil.

Virgil is pissed beyond belief, having spent so long trying to help Janus forget all about everything that happened when he was still Honesty.

Virgil would shove Roman away before sinking away to find Janus.

Roman was beyond confused. "Care to explain, nerd?"

It would take a minute before the realization hit Logan.

"Oh," he would just mumble, "Janus is Honesty....." and Roman would be even more confused by that and say, "No.....? Janus is Deceit?"

And Logan would forcibly bring Remus in and say, "You need to check on Patton. Him and Janus had a small argument. I need to talk to Roman."

So Remus would go to Patton's room.

Logan would explain to Roman about the entire situation that had just went down in the living room to Roman.

"So, I'm assuming you don't remember but there once was a side for honesty. Before the feud broke out between you and Remus, you were both one, correct? You remember that."

Roman nodded his head in agreement and pure confusion.

"Well, you were dating honesty. Kind of. It wasn't truly you, it was Remus. But, since you two shared a conscience, you were as well. Then you made the decision that you liked me, and Honesty saw us kissing. And they had run away. Nobody knew where they'd went, but now, from what I can assume, Honesty became a dark side, becoming the opposite of what he was previously; Deceit."

Roman stood there in shock. He had once dated the slimey snake that was Janus? And cheated on him?

Well, he supposed it wasn't really him, but he'd made his brother lose his boyfriend.

Roman felt awful and soon realized something was on his face. A tear streamed down from Roman's right eye, making his vision blurry. He ran off.

Logan tried to say something, but before he could, Roman was gone.

"Hm," Logan mumbled as he sank back down into his own room. He'd comfort Roman when Roman was able to talk to people. For now he obviously needed time to himself.

Meanwhile Remus sunk into Patton's room, seeing the other curled up in his bed crying.

Remus wasn't quite entirely up for the idea of comforting Morality (he's still a l i t t l e bit bitter of the way his ex always did and still watches the other longingly), but he was still his friend, so he'd do so anyway.

Remus would walk over and sit next to him.

"Uh.. The nerd said something happened between you and Janus. I'm not entirely sure what exactly happened, but uhm, wanna talk about it-?"

Remus sunk into Patton's room, seeing the other curled up in his bed crying. Remus wasn't quite entirely up for the idea of comforting Morality (he's still a l i t t l e bit bitter of the way his ex always did and still watches the other longingly) but he was still his friend so he'd do so anyway. Remus would walk over and sit next to him. "Uh.. The nerd said something happened between you and Janus. I'm not entirely sure what exactly happened, but uhm, wanna talk about it-?"

"..... Not really," Patton would mumble, scooting a bit away from Remus.

Remus would just sigh and say, "It might help a bit d- Patt." (I̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ C̶r̶e̶a̶t̶i̶v̶i̶t̶y̶ a̶n̶d̶ L̶o̶g̶i̶c̶ u̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ c̶a̶l̶l̶ P̶a̶t̶t̶o̶n̶ a̶n̶d̶ J̶a̶n̶u̶s̶ d̶a̶d̶ a̶n̶d̶ m̶̶o̶̶m̶̶)

"I don't care," Patton would mumble.

"C'mon dad-"

"Shut the hell up Creativity! Go bother Honesty or something!" Patton would suddenly yell before quickly covering his mouth as his eyes widened at the realization of what just came out of his mouth.

It's what he normally said when the other two used to pester him like that! It was instinct! He didn't mean to!

Remus would just immediately snap at him-

"I don't plan on going to try to talk to my boyfriend that you fucking stole, asshole!"

Remus would proceed to sink to his own room as Patton sat there so shocked at the other's words that his tears had stopped flowing.

M e a n w h i l e, Virgil arrived in Janus' room to see Janus, his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself.

It sounded like he was mumbling something..... And then Janus suddenly started to cry.

He buried his head in between his knees as he sobbed.

Virgil stared at him with concern written across his face.

He walked over to Janus and sat next to him on his bed.

"Janus..... I-" Virgil wasn't the best at comforting people, so he didn't truly know what to say.

He wanted to hug him instead, but couldn't hug him. It'd just give Janus more anxiety.

"Just to let you know..... I would hug you right now if I could....."

Janus froze up a little and pulled his head out of his knees. His eyes looked almost bloodshot from all the tears and his cheeks and nose were a strong shade of pink from his nose running.

He tilted his head and looked at Virgil in confusion, causing Virgil to realize that he'd said a bit too much.

"Oh, uh- I- Just-" Virgil went silent for a moment. "..... I'll tell you later."

"Tell me now....." Janus mumbled. "It might help distract me a bit from..... You know..... What just happened....." He tightened his grip around himself. "Is it- Is it like, uhm, his thing?"

"Tell me now.." Janus mumbled. "It might help distract me a bit from.. You know.. What just happened.." He tightened his grip around himself. "Is it- Is it like, uhm, his thing?"

"Yeah..... Essentially, I guess."

Virgil crossed his legs and looked down to mess with his chipped nails.

"It's like his, but for my benefit insteas of other's. It rubs my anxiety off on the person(s) I hug..... And I don't want to give you more stress than you're already dealing with- So-"

Virgil felt embarrassed. He didn't know why, but he did. He continued to pick at the chipped black nail polish that was on his nails. He had lost a bet to Roman and that was the punishment.

"So..... Anything I can do for ya.....?" Virgil quietly asked Janus as he looked up at him.

"I'd just..... Like a distraction....." Janus mumbled. "Let's just talk about some random stuff please.....? Uh..... I- I have a similar thing too. Makes people more inclined to uh- To tell the truth. Ah, of course, it doesn't make them tell the truth, they just feel like doing so for a while after, I guess..... That's how it normally goes at least....." Janus had started to unconsciously scratch at his arm.

"Oh.....! That's cool..... Uhm- I have a pet piranha now-" Virgil said nervously. "I don't remember when or how I got them though- They were just kinda there-" he explained to Janus who now looked overly confused and concerned, wide eyed as he looked at Virgil.

"W- What.....? Did I do something-?" he asked. "Ah, actually, I think Remus put it in my room as a prank but now their name is Aléjandro and they're non-bianary-" Virgil explained.

"You- You kept a piranha that Remus made in your room- And named it-" Janus sputtered out. "I- Virgil why-"

"Don't judge me- And the name was the third choice. It was Payton, Char, or Aléjandro, and I chose the best one-" Virgil said. "Don't come at me- Wanna meet them-?" Virgil asked a bit too calmly.

"If I end up smelling even slightly like your piranha, Mora would find it and kill it and you know that-" Janus said, shaking his head, yet smiling.

It was just so Virgil, for him to keep a piranha that Remus made-

(Janus had named his snake that we all know he has Mora. For obvious reasons-)

"But it's a piranha, how would we know that they wouldn't beat Mora?" Virgil questioned, semi seriously, but now actually wanting to know who'd win.

"Because Mora is the best, and would freaking eat your Aléjandro the piranha-" Janus stated simply as Mora appeared from seemingly nowhere since she'd kept hearing her name and sat across Virgil's shoulders.

It'd been a while since she saw Virgil since it'd been a while since he'd been in the room.

"I- I would say bet, but Mora is too cute to be put in a fight-" Virgil said as he pet the snake around his shoulders.

"Yes. She's my babyyyyy-" Janus said happily, smiling at her.

Mora hissed appreciatively before moving so she was laid across both boys, glancing at both of them.

"Damn- Literally any time I come in this room you make me want a snake-" Virgil said, looking at Mora and stroking her head.

Virgil was seemingly lost in thought and then suddenly said, "How pissed off would you be if I named every pet I ever got Aléjandro?"

"Oh my gods, please do that-" Janus laughed. "That would be beyond entertaining."

Mora looked up at Virgil before quietly hissing and moving and leaving the room. "Well fuck-"

Janus and Virgil left the room soon after, looking for her.

"Mora? Mora?" Virgil called before finding Patton laughing with Mora around his shoulders.

"Ah! Janus, she's in here!" he called and Janus ran in.

"You found Mor-?" Janus cut himself off as he saw Patton sitting there with the snake.

Patton looked up. "You finally name her? Mora, huh?" he asked, grinning.

"Shuttup....." Janus mumbled, the human half of his face lit up a deep red.

Patton just giggled slightly and grabbed onto Janus' hand, tugging him down next to him and leaning against him.

Janus hesitantly intertwined their fingers as Mora stretched across both of their shoulders now rather than just Patton's.

Patton sighed contentedly as he snuggled up closer. "I missed this," he mumbled.

Neither of them noticed as Virgil sunk down to Roman's room while Janus responded.

"Me too....."

"So, Virgil went to comfort you then, I'm guessing?" Patton asked softly, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the back of Janus' hand, something he used to do to calm the other.

Janus hummed in agreement to the question. "Who went to talk to you?" he mumbled.

"Ah..... Remus," Patton answered quietly.

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hot yoga

a/n: this is one of my favorite things to write, idk why. i just love roommate slash best friend h, i guess. anyways, he walks in on you masturbating and basically loses his goddamn mind over the course of one (1) week. bon appetit!

warnings: smuttyyyyy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

w/c: 3.9k

***

THURSDAY

Harry didn't really take Y/N to be the type to masturbate during the day.

Not that he necessarily thought of his roommate masturbating at all. It's just... so risky for his normally tame best friend. So imagine the shock on his face when he came home early from work to hear her softly moaning in her room.

Honestly, at first, he thought she had a guy over. Of course, that didn't really explain why he still nosed in anyways. The two of them were quite close, but not close enough to openly talk about their sex lives. Harry assumed it was because she didn't date much and, out of respect, decided to keep his mouth shut about his own goings-on.

So maybe, then, it was out of disbelief that she would actually be getting anythat he slowly trudged up the stairs to her room in their shared house. As he approached her door, her noises got clearer and he could even hear her gasping for air.

Christ, he thought to himself. Who could be that good? Her door was cracked open just a bit, enough for Harry to peer through the gap and see her in bed... minus anyone else.

She laid in bed in her underwear, and he could see she'd tossed her clothes onto the floor haphazardly. One hand dipped into her panties and he could clearly see that she had her fingers deep inside herself. The other was poking into her bra and pulling at her nipples for more stimulation. In between her continued soft noises, Harry could even hear how wet she was.

It was in this exact moment Harry realized what he was doing. Why was he peeping on his roommate and best friend? Why was it so hard to tear his eyes away? Why was his cock fattening in his pants? Why, pray tell, was he still watching?!

He stumbled back a bit, trying to stay quiet, but the floorboard creaked. The door wasn't wide enough for her to see anything outside, but he figured his cover was blown since she suddenly silenced.

Nevertheless, he creeped back downstairs soundlessly, made himself a cup of tea, and decided to take the best route he could think of—pretend he didn't see any of that. Easy.

He hoped.

About twenty minutes later, when his dick was behaving again and he’d cleaned out his tea mug, Y/N hopped downstairs wearing the clothes he'd just seen thrown on the floor.

She acted mildly surprised to see him, making a note of his early arrival home. "We finished up our work for the day and the manager gave us the rest of the day off. Figured I'd come home and have a cuppa," he explained, not looking at her but rather lying on the couch and flipping through channels.

She nodded, hands on her hips and arms pointed back like a chicken. "Good idea. Think I'll go make one m'self," Y/N decided, awkwardly stumbling to the kitchen.

This time, Harry peeked a glimpse at her. He saw that her cheeks were a bit pink, and he was painfully reminded of what she was just doing. His filthy mind started to wander and he thought about if she was a full-body blusher. Did her chest brighten up a bit when--

Stop, he urged himself, rubbing his face with his whole hand. What was wrong with him?

Just pretend it didn’t happen, remember? He’ll be fine!

***

SATURDAY

Harry hated the summer.

The man was just not a heat-adapted person. He claimed it was because of his English roots that his body was naturally made for cold weather. Living out in LA made his career and social life much easier, yet the summer months were hell on his body.

He spent this toasty day on the couch with the A/C turned up high and a small fan in his hand while he read in the living room. Y/N read with him, neither of them saying a word to each other. They'd managed to talk a little since, ahem, the incident, but the conversations weren't very lengthy.

Suddenly, Y/N stood up and placed her Sherlock Holmes novel on the arm of her chair, bending the book's spine. She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a green Otterpop. Without saying anything, Y/N picked her book back up and continued reading, enjoying the popsicle.

Harry didn't show it but he’d completely lost interest in his own book; his focus was on her now. She hollowed her cheeks around the treat, audibly sucking out the melting juice. Her lips were so pretty perched around the ice, colored pink by the temperature. He would've thought she was doing it on purpose had she not been so entranced by her reading material; it was like he wasn't even in the room at all. If he kept staring at her, he’d have a full blown hard-on any minute now.

"Can yeh stop?" he blurted, making her head snap up confusedly. He backtracked immediately, realizing he had no reason to say that. It was his fault for being a perv, she was just eating a damn popsicle! "I, uh, I want one and I'm jealous. Do we have any left?"

She nodded with innocent wide eyes, the popsicle still dangling out of her mouth held up only by her teeth. It was a stupid save and she probably saw right through it, but he was glad for the free exit and went to get his own, though he didn’t stop by the living room on his way upstairs.

***

MONDAY

The beginning of the next week had weather that was muchmore bearable, and it'd appeared the heat wave had broken. Harry had no time to appreciate it though, as he had a long and productive day at the studio to end his not-so-relaxing weekend. By the time he got home, the house was empty. He didn’t question this; Y/N tended to be the spontaneous type and could be out with one of her friends.

He busied himself with cooking a small bachelor dinner. After he’d finished his meal and the post-eating doze was just about to lull him to sleep in the living room, the sound of keys in the front door’s lock jerked him awake.

Harry sat up straighter on the couch, waiting until his roommate was safely inside. “Hey, H!” she called. She was only wearing a black sports bra and a pair of peach leggings. Over the course of living with her, Harry had noticed that Y/N’s body tended to soak up sun in these warmer months, evident by her glowy skin covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Where have yeh been?” he questioned, not bothering with a greeting. He knew his eyes were begging to dart all over her smooth, gleaming body, but he tried his damn best to be subtle.

She snickered, tossing her bag on the love seat across from him. “Good evening to you, too. Valerie and I went to hot yoga.” Y/N dug through her duffel to get her marbled Hydroflask out.

“Hot yoga? What’s tha’?” he muttered, raising an eyebrow and resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

“It’s just regular yoga but it’s in a room at 100-something degrees and 40% humidity,” she explained, opening her water bottle and taking a swig. Big droplets leaked out of the sides of her mouth and trailed down her jaw and neck to join the sweat on her skin.

He rolled his eyes, pinching his bottom lip. He was trying not to bite it and figured he’d attempt to be more inconspicuous. “I don’t speak American, how hot is that?”

“It’s hot. And humid,” she huffed. “But it relaxes your muscles so much and makes all your joints pop. It felt so good.” Her eyes fluttered shut and she stretched an arm across her torso, pressing her boobs together. Harry’s mouth popped open and immediately shut. “Actually, there’s one move I want to show you. How’s your back feeling?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Well…” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Laying down on this couch isn’t the most comfortable, t’be honest.”

“Great!” Y/N grabbed H’s hand and guided him down to the floor. She hovered behind him as he sat with his legs extended. “Lift this knee,” she ordered, lightly tapping his right thigh.

He obeyed, extremely glad that his pants were thick black sweats. Her chest was brushing against his shoulders as she showed him what to do, and everywhere she touched him felt like it was on fire. He could only think about dead puppies to calm himself for so long.

“Cross it over the other knee, like you’re in a chair.” It was phrased like she was telling him what to do, but she still grabbed at him to move him into the desired position. She might have been a bit rough on him, though, and nearly crushed his family jewels between his legs.

“Whoa, easy, love,” he groaned, stopping her from man-handling him any further. “Some of us are a bit more delicate down there.” Y/N giggled, and Harry carefully crossed his leg over while remaining painfully conscious of her presence behind him.

“Now take your left elbow and put it on your lifted knee to twist as far as you can. Your back will sound like someone shuffling a deck of cards.” She put two hands on his shoulders to help him with the motion, and she was right. The stretch sent relief flooding through Harry’s body and the noises he made were borderline pornographic. “Feels good, hmm?” she purred into his ear.

He nodded, reveling in the feeling of her breath ghosting over his skin. “Try the other side,” she suggested, standing up and drinking more water.

“You should try going to hot yoga sometime,” she offered as he fully stretched out his spine, grabbing her bag and heading upstairs. “I’m gonna shower real quick. Do me a favor and pour me a rum and Coke?” she called behind her, not bothering to see if he agreed or not.

And Harry would be damned if he didn’t check out her ass in the leggings before getting up to make her a drink.

***

TUESDAY

Some nights are, in general, rougher than others in H's life, and this was one of those nights.

It wasn’t that the day was a complete disaster, it’s just that the studio had kept him much later than he'd anticipated. He was a very tenacious guy, but two long days in a row was just a bit much on his end. As he drove home, all he could think about was pouring himself a glass of MacMurray pinot and having an unwise later-evening nap. He sloppily dug his key into the lock and kicked his shoes off the second he was inside.

As he wandered through the halls of his house, he yanked out his headphones to reveal his roommate's voice coming from the kitchen. Given that it wasn't accompanied by another voice, he assumed she was on the phone.

Sure enough, he poked his head into the kitchen to see Y/N with her phone cradled between her shoulder and her cheek. She was making dinner while talking and didn't appear to notice Harry had arrived. He should’ve made his presence known given how this situation usually ended up, but he remained silent.

"You're lucky you have so many hoes, Val," Y/N noted, checking on boiling noodles and stirring them with a purple spoon. "If I'm trying to get fucked, I don't exactly have a lot of options."

At her words, he ducked out of the kitchen and hid in the hallway. Harry could chastise himself for being nosy later—he had to hear this conversation. There was some silence as Val responded before Y/N continued.

"I mean, dating for-real at this age sucks, and one night stands aren't what they used to be. All the attractive guys are cuffed up so now the only people prowling the bar scene are ugly or shit in bed." The two of them laughed. "And there's only so much my own hand can do," they giggled again before dissolving into a conversation about Val's new dog (how fast they were able to switch topics is beyond his grasp).

Harry took this as a chance to go back upstairs and pretend he never even heard that. Jeez—how many times will he have to remind himself that was the plan? How many times was this going to happen before it stuck? What was with him and barging in on Y/N during intimate moments and conversations?!

***

Harry woke up in the middle of the night with lips pressed against his neck.

At first, he couldn’t tell exactly whose lips were on him, but could tell it was some attractive female and decided to let it continue. He loved when girls spent a lot of time on his neck but didn’t give him love bites. He was so sensitive on his throat and chest that any kissing or sucking would leave him like putty in anyone’s hands. Harry decided to not question this and enjoy the lovely treatment.

The mystery girl did all the things he loved—she brought a hand up to rake through his sweaty curls, the other forced two fingers into his mouth to get them wet, and her kisses left wet patches all over his taut skin. The fingers between his lips dropped down, presumably to touch herself.

Finally, Harry needed to see who was doing all this to him. He lightly tugged the girl off by her hair, only to make eye contact with none other than his roommate Y/N.

“Y/N?!” he blurted. He was in utter shock—not only was he hard as a rock, but one of his closest friends is bare naked in front of him and trying to make out with his neck.

“Don’t think about it, love,” she purred, mocking his accent. Y/N tossed a leg over his body and grinded down onto his cock, kept separate by his boxers and the sheets on his bed. He could practically feel the heat coming off of her, if only it wasn’t for the barriers between them. In fact, the sheets seemed so tight around his legs.

Harry was suddenly washed over with anxiety and thrashed around, struggling to kick the sheets off his legs. Y/N stared at him like he was a maniac, which only made him panic more. Why wouldn’t the sheets come off his legs? Why wasn’t she helping him? Why was it suddenly so hot in there?

Harry woke up with his cock straining up against his stomach, forehead covered in sweat and bedsheets tangled around his feet just like in his dream. You know, the dream where he was about to have sex with Y/N.

He was grossed out when he thought about it, even though he had no control over his dreams. How could he be actually thinking about his totally platonic, totally innocent roommate like that? It almost felt dirtier dreaming about her than it did watching her touch herself. One of them was just a goofy accident and the other was rooted in some sub-conscious desire to bury himself in someone who probably trusted and respected him as a co-habitor.

God, did he need a therapist?

***

WEDNESDAY

“I’m thinking Chinese for lunch,” Y/N announced as Harry came into the living room.

He groaned. “The last time we had that, they messed up every part of our order. Can’t I have some time to heal?”

She lazily flipped through the last pages of the magazine in her hands. “It’s been six weeks, Harry. You have to give them another chance sometime.”

“You’re not the one who got duck in their order last time!” He indignantly crossed his arms. “Let’s just order in pizza.”

“Fine,” she sighed. Y/N pointed across the room to her phone on the TV mantle. “Go ahead and call that place down the street. I’m going to get some water.” She tossed the Cosmopolitanon the coffee table and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Harry with her phone. Alone.

It wasn't that Harry was a distrusting person, necessarily, he was just a bit nosy. He stared at the keypad in the phone app, switching over to the recent calls tab as quickly as he could. Most of them were pretty normal—her mum, Harry himself, her job, and so on… But what really confused Harry was the fact that the most recent phone call she’d made to Valerie was over two weeks ago.

Wait. He’d just heard her chatting with Val about her sex life yesterday. There’s no reason for her to have deleted the call so… it must have never happened.

Y/N had been playing him the whole time. His mind felt like it was short circuiting. He truly had thought he’d gone mad! She knew exactly what she was doing, at least ever since the popsicle incident. He wasn't sure if he should be mad or super turned on, but he was sure that she couldn't get away with this.

“Everything alright, Haz?” she asked, coming back into the living room with a sweating glass of ice water in her hand.

He scrambled to switch back to the keypad, hastily punching in the number to the shop and bringing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, m’fine! What’d you want on yours, again?”

***

THURSDAY

The next morning, Harry sat at the breakfast table, reading the paper and minding his business. A tiny rumble from his stomach made him consider eating something, since his tea wasn’t doing much for him. His thoughts were interrupted when Y/N joined him in the kitchen.

She fluttered in wearing only a t-shirt. It was a black band shirt that was long enough to cover her ass, but Harry still peered over his newspaper, wondering what kind of game she was going to play now.

The answer to that was metaphorically shoved in his face when Y/N got on her tip toes to reach a bowl on a high shelf; the hem of the shirt lifted as her arms did, exposing her panties. Harry couldn’t believe his eyes at first, but after a few seconds of shamelessly staring he realized they were the exact same pair she'd been wearing when he peeped her touching herself last Thursday.

They were silky and light pink, not covering her whole ass but not quite a thong. The fabric really framed her flatteringly and Harry felt an urge to grab her ass and maybe smack it, even more than he’d been wanting to earlier throughout the week.

Fed up, he scraped his chair back and threw down the paper. He marched over to her as she whirled around wearing that fake confused-and-innocent look she'd been rocking all week. Harry was quite done, however, and pressed her up against the counter, his semi-hard cock digging against her hip.

"Why are yeh doin' this to me, love?" he whispered, breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.

Her knees buckled, but she stayed standing thanks to H trapping her between his warm body and the counter. "I d-don't know what you mean."

Harry laughed dryly, grabbing her wrists and forcing them behind her, getting them even closer together. "That's enough of that, minx. Y’know you've been driving me mad all week just to get a rise out o’me." He smirked as his eyes dragged across her face.

She swallowed, trying not to break eye contact with this intimidating man. All she could do was nod.

His eyes darkened and he dropped his head down to her neck, brushing over the skin with his lips. "I want to hear you say it, pet," he growled. "Say you've been teasing me all week because you wanted my attention."

Her jaw dropped as he started sucking marks into her soft skin. "I teased you all week - oh God there - because I wanted your attention. Wanted you to fuck me."

Harry groaned at this, one fist coming up to yank at her hair. "Yeh think y’deserve that? You've been a real menace ‘n you shouldn’t get off that easy,” he demanded, grinding his cock into her hips. "You think you should get my cock inside your sweet cunt?”

“Yes!” she groaned out, knowing a nod wouldn’t suffice. The corner of his mouth tugged up once more, and he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her up to her bedroom.

He set her down on the bed and joined her, crawling on his knees. “There’s a move I wanna show you,” he started, yanking his t-shirt off from the back of his neck. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, pet,” he ordered. “You’re gonna lie on your back and you’re gonna touch yourself.”

Her brows furrowed and she sat up on her elbows timidly. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” he barked, voice low. “Don’t act shy now, I saw how you make yourself feel.”

She nodded, pulling her shirt off her body. She laid back down and timidly pulled aside her underwear to expose her cunt to Harry. His own palm dug into the front of his trousers as she warmed herself up, rubbing circles around the sensitive spot on her clit.

“Wish it was,” she breathed, “wish it was your fingers. They’re so much – uh– bigger.” Y/N was one to put on a show and Harry was eating it up. Her fingers dipped inside herself and came out glistening wet, and he finally pulled out his cock from his trousers to start stroking himself. Neither one of them were really giving any thought to how insane masturbating with your best friend was—all they could think about was how long both of them have waited to do this.

Harry caught her eyeing his cock slicking in his palm. “Wanna get your mouth on me?” Her doe eyes met his, and she confidently nodded. “Stay still then,” he commanded, “Keep doing what you’re doing.”

So she continued fingering herself and Harry climbed over her and straddled just below her shoulders, so his cock was right at her mouth. She obediently stuck her tongue out and he slapped the head on it a couple times, eliciting a groan from his mouth. Y/N latched her mouth around him and sucked like she did on that damn popsicle. H grabbed a fistful of her hair as the moans from her self-inflicted pleasure rang through his cock into his body.

The more she touched herself, the more she moaned, and Harry was starting to lose it. Her fingers worked herself over as the heel of her palm slid over her clit. She came on her own fingers, just like she did by herself awhile back, and arched her back below him as her orgasm rippled throughout her.

“Can I come on your face, pretty girl?” he begged, and she politely nodded, having trouble catching her breath with a dick in her mouth. He pulled out and painted her face with thick ropes of white cum, body shaking as the pleasure washed over him. “Fuck, pet, you’re killin’ me.”

Once they’d caught their breath, Y/N got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a new t-shirt on and a clean face. Harry had since put his boxers back on, and she joined him on the bed. He was the first to speak.

“So… do you wanna go to hot yoga now?”

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