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a03bkdk · 3 years

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no quirks bkdk fic rec list (p 2)

thirsty gay wingman fic by lalazee

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Oct 11, 2019 "Thinkin abt besties-since-birth BkDk goin to college together, Dk begrudgingly bein Bkg's wingman w/chicks & lamenting his big gay crush. One nite, Bkg cant get laid, hes drunk in a shitty mood, so Dk propositions him, which turns into the best night ever & the WORST consequences."

My tweet got 366 likes & 66 reblogs, so that was more than enough reason to write about it.

romeo and romeo by supercrunch

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There’s a nasally howl from the neighbour’s place. Izuku looks up – it’s the very loud, very blond guy living in the unit opposite. They’re technically in separate blocks but their balconies are close enough they can see into each other’s living rooms. He’s dancing around in his pyjamas. Yodelling at the top of his lungs off-key, swinging his Pomeranian around by the armpits like a furry ragdoll. “You’re a dog! You’re a fluffy little yellow dog and you’re a pain in the ass but you’re still my favourite shit-stain, yeah!”

Izuku bursts out laughing. The neighbour’s head whips around. He yelps when he sees him, tossing the dog on the couch and scrambling out of view to hide in the hall.

Izuku drops the watering can and runs back inside to find his phone.Small Might: Guys. I've decided i have a crush on my neighbour.

(quarantine baking: a balcony romance)

mechanical bull by warschach

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Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

battle of the bands by roadtripwithlucifer

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'The rules are simple. Battle of the Bands. Local bands send in a single track to the radio station, and ten tracks are selected. Over the coming month, the songs play on the station and listeners vote on the top five. The top 5 play a live concert as part of a music festival, then the top 3 at a larger, indoor venue. The top two have the honor of opening on the first stop of All Might’s retirement tour – here. In Izuku’s home town. And finally, the winner gets the ultimate prize. Getting to spend the rest of the tour, forty cities, across the country as All Might’s opener. Three months. Same tour bus. Shoulder to shoulder with the greatest musicians the world has ever known.'Izuku Midoriya is a broke college student presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. But winning isn't gonna be easy, especially when one band's aggressive blonde frontman seems to be dead-set on making Izuku's life a living hell.

oh my god! they were roomates! by phatye

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“Don’t go through my shit, and if there’s a tie on the door, then fuck off!” Katsuki growled. “...what?” he asked. Katsuki glared at him. “This is fucking college, and I plan on getting laid a lot! I don’t need some nerd cockblocking me! And what is with all the fucking toys here!” Katsuki had moved over to his shelves. “Are you a fucking child or something?!” This was not what he was expecting.

shades of blue by young_crone

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Echoes filtered down the white hall as he descended the stairs toward the locker rooms, reverberating from the pool. A whistle, the sound of breaking water. He swiped the towel over his face, paused. The sliver of cerulean catching the sinking sun pouring through the skylights, the red and white lane buoys, the burn of chlorine.Izuku ran a hand through his curls, snagging on a knot. The clock on the wall reminded him how late it was. A minute wouldn't hurt. He worried his lip. Just a glimpse.

k-9 by warschach

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Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

sucker punch by warschach

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But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

may I take your order, dipshit? by supercrunch

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So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

raise me so high (your sins become my pedestal) by stardust_painter

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After his boyfriend cheats on him, Izuku wants to do something stupid. The question is how stupid does he want to be.

The answer is very stupid apparently.

eye for an eye or whatever by tobiyos

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“I’ll make it up to you!” Izuku says brightly, lifting his head from Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow but he isn’t still pushing Izuku away so. Progress. “Fuck are you gonna do to make it up to me?”

“Hmm…” Izuku says quietly, tapping at his chin. “Oh! You’re still a virgin, right?”

Katsuki chokes on his own spit and promptly renews his efforts of pushing Izuku away by the forehead. “Fuck off,” he wheezes, “get out of my room.”

leap of faith by ladyofsnails

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Midoriya Izuku is just a random kid who loves art, analyzes everything, and is obsessed with the (in)famous hero Mighty Spider. He's got a loving mother, a great uncle, and maybe not too many friends that aren't those two but he's working on it.

And then a random cute boy shows up at his school, a spider bites him, he meets his hero under the worst possible conditions, and it all goes to hell. Now he's got villains on his tail, a promise to keep to a dead guy, and a washed-up hobo as his mentor.

Here goes nothing.

green is the warmest color by gloriousporpoise

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“Woah, someone call the fire department,” Eijirou says, elbowing Katsuki squarely in the ribs. “That guy is smokin.’”

“I literally hate you.”

Here’s the thing, though. Eijirou’s a certified dumbass, but his current observation isn’t even a little bit wrong, much to Katsuki’s displeasure.

“Think you can get his number?”

Or, Bakugou is a painter without a muse.

you and i collide by ethereals

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And not that Bakugou’s the type to sexualize a potentially dead body; especially one that he just accidentally murdered, but the man has some pretty solid DSL’s. He would hit it, with more than just his car.

in which rich fratboy! bakugou is a badass who accidentally hits poor med student!izuku with his car and chaos ensues therefore.

97.6 FM by jamjars

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Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Or Radio Host! Baugou x Listener! Midoriya

give me that sweet love by xsxuxgxax

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Things Katsuki needs to excel at: be hot, be clever and pretend to be nice, let Izuku kiss him publicly, let Izuku fuck him privately…

(sugar baby katsuki and sugar daddy izuku pretty much)

dance with me by astralchaos

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Mina pulled up a video of a young man, seemingly teen, dancing to a popular new hit, and Izuku felt his heart drop to his stomach. His skin prickled and felt clammy as he started sweating nervously, not daring to move or make a noise. His eyes were glued to the screen but he didn’t see anything – his brain was too busy going into overdrive and freaking out.

Because Mina was showing him a video of himself. The one he uploaded last night.

How on Earth did she find this? He had barely a few thousand views, he wasn’t popular, and it’s not like he was even any good, especially compared to her or Kacchan–

“That move was sexy as hell,” Kacchan said, and that was when Izuku realized that his childhood friend – his longtime crush – also leaned in to watch the video Mina was showing him.

puppies puppies by Esselle

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"So after doing all that," Katsuki says, "you're just going to settle here? Tatting up wannabe bad boys?"

"You think all guys who have a lot of tattoos are wannabes?" Midoriya asks, so smoothly that it throws Katsuki.

"Wh—no, I mean—maybe!" Katsuki says. "You'd know best, wouldn't you? Are you a bad boy?"

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it, and he regrets them immediately. There's a figurative list of things that one should never do, and probably high up on it is asking dark-haired sailors with ocean green eyes and black swirls of ink all across their barely concealed muscles if they are bad boys.

Katsuki thinks he has everything he needs in life: a successful pet shop, an occasionally reliable assistant, and the unconditional love of the twenty puppies he’s raising for adoption. But when the tattoo parlor next door hires Midoriya Izuku, a hot sailor with an affinity for dogs, it makes Katsuki wonder if he might need something more.

Like… a piece of that ass. Maybe. He’s figuring it the hell out as he goes.

im gonna make a part 3 later ergaegrggjnjuvuh

#in case you missed it #i adore warchach #bakudeku #bakudeku fics #bakudeku fic recs #bkdk #bkdk fics #bkdk fic recs #izuku mydoria #bakugou katsuki #yeahhhh

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shortprince-cos · 4 years

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The Woes Of An Emo

Summary: Tune in this week for Virgil thinking this is all a coincidence! And some Logicality pining. As a treat.

Warnings: Swearing, not having much money(?). I think thats about it? Tell me if I need to add anything else!

{Masterlist} {Previous}

Thanks to @irritating-lady-knight for beta reading this for me!!!

Chapter 5: Maybe This Is Fine?

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Princey's date was called off?! How?! Who on earth wouldn't like him?! Virgil was furious, who the f**k says that they don't like someone until after they accept the date?!

...wait.

Virgil was such a hypocrite.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: what?! What happened?! Who do i need to murder

princeofyourdreams: no one, im fine. he was just too nervous to say anything

Virgil wished he didn't relate so much to mystery guy, then maybe he would want to punch him.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: well, are u ok?

princeofyourdreams: of course i am! I can conquer any challenge! Dont worry about me!

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: are u sure?

princeofyourdreams: seriously, anxiety, im ok. One disinterested boy isnt going to ruin me.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: ok, good. Hes obviously not good enough for you anyway

princeofyourdreams: shut up haha

Well, Princey seemed to be doing ok. And maybe Virgil was a tad more excited then he should be, but can you blame him? He's had a crush on Princey for a year, and he might actually have a chance now!

Well, as much of a chance you could have when you've never even seen each other.

Now all Virgil had to do was go on this not-a-date date and live. Yay.

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"Ok, now if you run out of money, ask him to pay for you."

"Dad!" Virgil scolded. "I'm not going to leech off my friends!"

Remy just chuckled. "C'mon Virge, live a little! It's not everyday you actually step outside. With a couple of boys no less."

Virgil turned red. "It's a friend date, Dad." He grumbled.

Remy turned to where Virgil was in the passenger seat and tilted down his shades to look him in the eyes. "Sure it is."

Virgil grumbled something as Remy pulled the car in front of the mall. "Here's your stop, babe."

Virgil rolled his eyes as his mouth betrayed him by smiling. "Whatever, I'll see you later."

"Love you." Remy added while Virgil stepped out of the car.

"Love you too, Dad."

Virgil eventually made his way over to the food court, where everyone was meeting.

Virgil was also questioning why he suggested this hang-out anyway. It was going to be so awkward! How was he going to have a good time with the guy he rejected, a nerd who could probably kill him, and a "friend" he only started talking to two days ago?

Why did he do this?

"Viiiiiirrrrrrrgiiiiiiiiiilllllllll!!!!!" Patton was suddenly running towards where Virgil was standing in the food court.

"Uh- wait-" Virgil got trapped in a bear hug (how? Patton is so small!) as soon as Patton reached him.

"Patton, try not to kill the poor fellow." Roman chuckled as he walked up to the trap that Virgil was caught in.

Patton eventually let Virgil breathe as he let go. "Sorry! I just got excited! I don't normally go many places!" He exclaimed.

"Well, we'll have to take you to more places then, Patton." Logan smirked as he approached the small group.

Roman chuckled again as Patton blushed and silently thanked him. "Well then!" Roman announced. "Where shall we go first?"

"Hot To-"

"No, Pumpkin King, we're not going to Hot Topic." Roman immediately interrupted.

"Then why did I even come?" Virgil whined playfully.

"C'mon, Roman! Hot Topic does have some really good Disney stuff~" Patton pushed in a teasing tone.

Roman let out a long, exaggerated groan. "Fiiiiiinnnnnneeeee. We can go."

"Yes!"

"Yay!"

"Satisfactory."

"Wow. Y'all are a bunch of nerds." Said Roman.

"Says the guy who cried when they changed Mickey Mouse's art style." Logan shot back.

"ListEN IT LOOKS LIKE ABSOLUTE CRAP AND ISN'T TRUE TO THE ORIGINAL!"

"Roman, please, I don't want to spend twenty minutes talking about-"

Roman quickly pulled out his phone and displayed two Mickey Mouse pictures with different art styles. "Look, Logan. Look at how they massacred my boy."

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And after that debate, they made their way to the dark and ridiculously edgy Hot Topic, unfortunately located next to the very bright and pink Justice store.

"I must go, my people need me." Virgil joked as he walked through the doorway.

"Of course this is where your people are, where else could you find the emos?" Roman rolled his eyes playfully.

"Oh, do you know people here, Virgil?" Logan asked innocently, clearly not understanding the joke.

"No- it's- it's a meme."

"Don't even try, Angstintator, no one could ever teach Logan the way of memes." Roman announced, slowly drifting towards the Disney section.

"Well, they are nonsensical. They make zero sense most of the time!" Logan defended.

Patton suddenly gasped like a little kid in a candy store. "Vi, Ro, Lo, look!!!!!!"

They all looked to where Patton was pointing, and saw it.

They holy grail of cute things. Something that could almost (almost) rival Patton himself.

A Pusheen plush that was holding a cookie. It was beautiful (to Patton at least).

Patton squealed and grabbed the closest person (which happened to be Logan) and held his hand while dragging him towards the plush in excitement.

Logan immediately flushed and trailed after Patton helplessly.

Roman chuckled at that and returned to looking at the Disney merchandise, while Virgil made his way over to the band t-shirts.

"Look!!! Look at it!!!! It's so cuuuutttteeee!!!!!!" Patton fawned. He checked the tag for the price and immediately frowned. "Shoot..." He mumbled under his breath.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, then checked the price. $39.98. Not too expensive, but expensive enough to be a pain.

"Ah. Not bring enough money?" Patton slowly nodded at the question, looking...guilty? Or maybe disappointed? Logan didn't really know, only that it was making Patton upset.

Logan frowned at that. Someone as bright and kind as Patton shouldn't be unhappy! Patton deserved to be happy at least 100% of the time, Logan thought.

"Logan!!! Come here!!! Look at this!" Roman called from behind a shelf somewhere, knocking Logan out of his thoughts.

"Uh- excuse me for a second Patton." Patton nodded with a small (was it sad, too?) smile as Logan went to find Roman.

Roman was located behind a shelf filled with more Disney merchandise. "What, Roman? I was kind of busy." He asked, clearly annoyed.

"Yeah, busy failing at wooing him." Roman rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Seriously Logan, how could you be so dense?"

"Do you want me to provide a list of examples and events that you were being 'dense' at?"

Roman simply groaned. "C'mon Logan, think for a second! Patton doesn't have enough money for the plush that makes him smile. A smile which you love seeing. Therefore, what do you do with that fat wallet of yours?"

It suddenly clicked in Logan's head. "Oh. Oh! Do you think he'll be happy about it?"

"Of course he will! He'll adore you!" Roman pushed Logan out from behind the shelf. "Now go gettem!"

Meanwhile, Patton was talking with Virgil.

"Hey, Virge! Did you find anything?"

All Virgil had to do to answer the question was look at Patton with the pile of shirts in his arms.

"Uh. Yeah." Virgil replied, thinking of how embarrassing this was.

Patton giggled a bit. "Do you need help carrying that?"

"Please." Virgil sighed.

Patton took some of the shirts and other clothing items (were those fishnets?!) out of Virgil's hands.

"So, are you doing ok?" Patton asked.

"O-oh. Yeah, I'm ok. I'm just worried about...if Roman is. Like, what if he's mad at me? I bet thats what he and Logan are talking about right now-"

"Slow down, Virgil." Patton interrupted. "I'm sure they aren't, and I really doubt that Roman's mad at you. If he was mad, he seems like the type to show it."

"That's...probably right." Virgil mumbled.

"Just calm down a bit, and have some fun! You are having fun, aren't you?"

Virgil smiled lightly. "Yeah. I am."

Patton smiled too. "Then let's go have more fun!"

And with that, Patton grabbed Virgil's hand and dragged him to the next shelf, looking through more cute things.

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{Next}

Dear all of the people who thought Virgil would figure it out this chapter,

HA! Y'all thought WRONG! Virgil and Roman share the same brain cell, but neither of them use it!

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emy-loves-you · 4 years

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 4

Sad Boys and Fun Facts

Patton’s a sad boi but Virgil has a distraction

Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 5

Three weeks had passed since Virgil had first texted Roman. In those three weeks, Virgil had learned a lot about his new friends.

First, there was Patton. God, did that man love puns. Virgil also loved puns, but he preferred reading Patton’s puns over making his own. Remus had caught Virgil blushing at his phone and made a comment about his new “friends with benefits” (Virgil had been unable to respond. He was too busy trying to hold back his giggles from one of Patton’s pun tangents). Patton also made it clear that he was the “Dad Friend” of the group. Virgil couldn’t type a single self-deprecating comment without Patton threatening to physically fight him. It was rather terrifying, really. He also made sure that everyone was taking care of themselves. Once they learned that they were in the same timezone (They hadn’t shared cities yet. Friend or no, Virgil was telling where he lived in that quickly) Patton made it his goal to check in and make sure that Virgil ate at mealtime. One last thing about Patton was his… struggle with technology. He tended to send almost everything directly to the group chat instead of private messages. Logan said that he tried to teach Patton how to do so, but the lessons never seemed to stick.

Speaking of Logan, the nerd had his own quirks. He didn’t type much, usually only responding when someone required everyone to respond. The other time that he typed was during debates. Nine days into their friendship, Virgil had mentioned saying “you too” to a cute barista and claimed that he ruined any chances with his new crush. While Patton and Roman offered words of encouragement, Logan remained silent. Virgil had assumed that Logan agreed with him but didn’t want to upset his boyfriends. As soon as their conversation ended, Virgil received a private text from Logan, requesting to debate. They argued over cognitive distortions for a whole hour before they reached a compromise. Logan had called the debate “lit” and asked if they could debate again in the future. That was another thing about Logan. Apparently, he had vocabulary cards for slang words. When he was talking out loud, he would hold the card up so the others knew what slang word he was attempting to use. When texting, he would put quotation marks around the word. It was adorable, in Virgil’s humble opinion.

Then there was Roman. Princey was known for his dramatic flair and Disney references. When he was feeling especially Extra™ , he would use “thees” and “thys” and call people peasants. He also had a love for nicknames. Patton had very few personal nicknames, with most of them being terms of endearment like “honey” and “amor.” Most of Logan’s nicknames pertained to him being a nerd, such as “pocket protector” and “Microsoft Nerd.” He seemed to have a limitless number of nicknames for Virgil, with most of them referencing his emo-aesthetic (how Princey had discovered that so early in their friendship, Virgil had no clue). He never repeated Virgil’s nicknames; the only exception was “storm cloud,” which he tended to use at least once every conversation.

Virgil had become extremely close with the trio over these three weeks. That wasn’t the only thing he did, just the thing he did most often. The Dark Sides had finalized their contract with Thomas, who set up a tour almost immediately. Virgil really should have seen that coming. Their band had become extremely popular over the past few years, and they had only done one tour before this. Performing across the country would help boost their popularity even further. Virgil sighed, his anxiety spiking at just the thought of seeing all those faces in the crowd. That was why he used the persona Anxiety. Anxiety wasn’t afraid of anything, he was fear. Being Anxiety allowed Virgil to be confident and suave without worrying about judgment. They judged Anxiety, not Virgil. The case was similar for Janus and Remus. Deceit was elegant and mysterious, while Duke was loud and over-the-top. They didn’t have to be rejects wanting to fit in with society. No, they were Rockstars. Society wanted to fit in with them. And Virgil was just fine with that.

Bzzz

Vigil glanced over at his phone. He was in Los Angelas right now, around halfway through his tour, which put him 3 hours behind his new friends. He glanced over at his clock, 9:45 PM glaring at him through the dark. He turned back to his phone. Why are they up at 12:45 in the morning? I know Logan keeps them on a rigid sleep schedule.

P- (9:45 PM) Ro? Are you still up?

V- (9:45 PM) Pat, why are you still up?

P- (9:45 PM) Why are you still up, kiddo? It’s almost 1 AM! Don’t you have a hangout with your friends today?

Virgil sighed, thinking of the concert he had tomorrow. He glanced over to his sketchbook. Patton had been really impressed with his sketches, so he had been practicing less gory drawings to show him. It had evolved into something almost therapeutic. Knowing how he worked, Virgil would probably sketch until around 2 in the morning, then sleep until 8 AM. The concert wasn’t until 7 PM, so he had enough time to sleep in if necessary.

V- (9:46 PM) First of all, you know I’m in California right now. It’s 9:46 for me. Second of all, we’re not hanging out until tomorrow night, so I can sleep in if needed. Third of all, you’re avoiding the question: What are you and Roman doing up at 1 in the morning? I thought you guys had work in the morning.

P- (9:47 PM) We do. Roman got a burst of inspiration at around 10, and he usually refuses to sleep until he writes it all down. He probably fell asleep at his desk, that silly billy!

V- (9:47 PM) That doesn’t explain why you’re still awake. And why didn’t you get up to check on him? I thought you guys lived together.

P- (9:47 PM) We do! I just couldn’t fall asleep tonight. And the bed’s too warm to get up!

V- (9:48 PM) Well, Princey’s probably being a “sleeping beauty”

Virgil frowned at his phone. Patton hadn’t responded to his text. Sure, that wasn’t a very good pun, but it was still a pun. Patton laughed at every pun he saw, or at least followed it up with another pun. He could be asleep, but didn’t he just say that he had trouble sleeping?

V- (9:50 PM) Pat?

P- (9:50 PM) Yeah, Kiddo?

V- (9:50 PM) Are you okay?

V- (9:52 PM) Patton?

V- (9:52 PM) I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Just because you didn’t answer my pun doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong with you. I’m sorry that I sounded like an asshole.

P- (9:52 PM) No, Sweety. It’s fine! It’s nice to know that someone cares about you!

P- (9:53 PM) I’m just a little sad today.

V- (9:53 PM) Do you wanna talk about it?

P- (9:54 PM) I’m fine, Kiddo! This just happens sometimes. No need to worry!

Virgil sighed, thinking about how much Patton reminded him of Janus. Janus grew up neglected, and was taught to convince everyone that his life was perfect. By the time Virgil had met him, Janus was 19 and a compulsive liar. Virgil wasn’t much better, having just gotten kicked out of the foster system. Virgil lived with Janus (and soon Remus) until The Dark Sides had enough income for Virgil to live on his own (technically Janus had more than enough money for that- his parents were loaded. But Virgil wanted to have something that he earned. He wasn’t just some charity case). When they first lived together, Virgil could never tell what Janus was actually thinking. It took a lot of time and trust to separate Janus from Deceit. Now, he was still heavily sarcastic, and he tended to close himself off when he got upset, but Janus had come a long way.

Virgil looked back to his phone. Patton didn’t seem to have it as bad as Janus did, but you could never tell. At least he acknowledged that he wasn’t okay. There is the chance that something really is bothering him, but Virgil had to trust Patton on that note. It is entirely possible that Patton is just feeling down today; God knows how many times Virgil would question why he should get out of bed. He bit his lip. What helps me when I feel sad for no reason? He smiled, remembering when Remus would spout the most obscene things to distract himself from his own negative thinking. A distraction.

V- (9:56 PM) Did you know that giraffes can clean their ears with their own tongues?

P- (9:56 PM) What?

V- (9:56 PM) “Rhythm” is the longest word in the English language that doesn’t have a vowel.

V- (9:56 PM) Elephants are the only mammals that cannot jump.

P- (9:57 PM) More like Elecan’t!

V- (9:57 PM) Haha :)

V- (9:57 PM) Without food coloring, Coca Cola would be green.

V- (9:57 PM) A 3-year-old boy was elected as mayor in Dorset, Minnesota

P- (9:58 PM) No way!

V- (9:58 PM) Yes way! His name was James Tufts.

V- (9:58 PM) 7 different dogs have been elected as mayors in the US.

P- (9:58 PM) I love dogs! They’re such good boys!

Virgil smiled, adding Loves Dogs to his mental list of Quirky things I like about Patton Morale. They continued to talk about dog mayors for a while until Patton ended it abruptly.

P- (10:14 PM) Why are you doing this?

V- (10:14 PM) Doing what?

P- (10:15 PM) Why are you going out of your way to try and cheer me up? You should’ve stopped talking to me 20 minutes ago. Instead, we’re laying here at 1 AM talking about dog mayors! I would have been fine on my own. Why are you wasting your time on me?

V- (10:16 PM) Pat, if you tell me that I’m wasting my time talking to you, I’m going to have to physically fight you. You are my FRIEND. I care about you. When you’re sad, I WANT to cheer you up. When you’re happy, I WANT to laugh along to your punny jokes. Because I know, at the end of the day, if I was sad and needed someone to cheer me up, you would do it in a heartbeat. You, Lo, and Princey are amazing people, and my time spent with you will NEVER be a waste. I swear.

Virgil sighed, dropping his phone on the bed. He might’ve been too forward with that last text. But it was true. While the four of them weren’t nearly as close as Virgil was with Janus and Remus, he still cared about them a lot.

P- (10:18 PM) Thanks, Virgil. That really means a lot to me

P- (10:18 PM) I’m gonna try and get some sleep now

V- (10:18 PM) Alright Patton, Goodnight

P- (10:18 PM) Goodnight

The next day, Virgil saw a postcard in the window of a gift shop. It had a puppy with sunglasses on the beach, with cartoonish letters saying “Having A WonderFUR Time!” He took a picture and sent it to Princey.

V- (1:08 PM) What’s your address or PO? I wanna send this to Patton.

R- (1:09 PM) Say no more, Hot Topic!

V- (1:09 PM) Aw, you think I’m hot.

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Taglist: @bisexualdisaster106 @self-taught-mess @itawalrus

#sanders sides fic #useless gays #LAMP fic #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #texting fic

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kitten-mafiagang · 3 years

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The Disease We Are All Afraid Of [Kuroo x Reader]

(Reader's pov)

Well is it weird if im not the type of person who believes in love.Well probably because im afraid of it.Why...? did you know love can kill a person even though you dont feel it..?

symptoms...? well probably mental symptoms like depression.. or either happyness or sadness.Im no expert but i believe love consist both of the conflict of hate and guilt just my opinion though.

Hate,once you are all over nothing would change i mean some people are still keeping a tight hold to the spider's string and still blinded by their love to someone even though the feelings arent the same anymore..thats why hatred would grow upon their hearts..

Guilt,regrets..? yes ofcourse one of the sickness you could get from love..regrets of cheating either loving someone because of what..? because of the pain..? or the 'love' that shares the bond of both of you..

Well theres another type of symptoms which is happyness and positivity..

First happyness,feeling butterflies at your stomach whenever you went pass him/her..? well how about the hot feeling crawling from your face until to your ears..

Well blame it to Phenylethylamine is a natural stimulant that behaves like an amphetamine. Known as the molecule of love , it is often associated with the butterflies we feel when we're around our crush.

Positivity,well if your bond to each other is strong as diamond probably we would be expecting a happy ending..

Well dont you think happy ending like in Disney princesses are the best thing you want to experience.

Well dont you know chemistry answers this feelings and not just fate.

Our emotions are build in most general definition, is a neural impulse that moves an organism to action.

Fate huh...well i believe fate is pretty they say....fate is the most prettiest lie you could hear from most people.

Being in love is affected by huge, measurable changes in the biochemistry of the brain,So dont every say "Follow what your heart says" heart just gave us the proper pump of blood and oxygen through are body and nerves.

does this mean love isn't real? It's just some brain reaction to just make us want to breed more lives?

But i never expected how much impact love changed me...

"Are you made of copper and tellurium?" kuroo asked.

"Kuroo we all now that,The four most abundant elements in the human body – Hydrogen, oxygen, carbon and nitrogen – account for more than 99 percent of the atoms inside the human body..." i answered.

"...well probably your differend" he barked back.

"and why is that..?" i asked.

"Because you're CuTe." he answered.

"....."

"Come on! answer something-"

Well being the science nerds of the class we are everyday dealing with each other's science or chemistry shits.

"(y/n)!!" he shouted from the other direction.

"what is it kuroo?"

"I know hundreds of Pi digits, but what I really want to know is the 7 digits of your phone number."

"...." he looked at me with begging eyes.

"fine"

"yay"

And theres this time

"You must be made of uranium and iodine" kuroo leaned at his chair..

"kuroo do i have to remind you that-" he cut me off

"because all I can see is U and I together."

"...."

Well hes that everyday and the next day and next next day..

Me and kuroo got partnered to research about the periodic table.

"so...whats the plan...?" i asked.

"Forget hydrogen" kuroo said seriously.

"What do you mean..? oh are you going to work on that?"

He stared at me quietly.

"you're my number one element" he smirked at me.

"...i hate you very much-"

"i love you too--"

Since the whole school year hes being like this he never miss anyday or anytime just to have a pick line from him everytime.

It was graduation

I was about to go home after it but i remembered something which is i dint encounter kuroo.Well ill be honest i like him..yeah i caught feelings but im scared that what could happen.

I entered the volleyball gym and saw kuroo with his team mates.

"k-kuroo" i called.

"oh (y/n) what are you doing here..?" he asked me.I could see his team mates peeking behind him.

"k-kuroo..."

"yeah..?" he asked.

"I'm not an astronomer..." i said and continued.

"but I still promise to give you the sun, moon, and stars...." i smiled at him

He was shock like very shock his face turned red and looked at me again.

"you are making my atomic number rise." he said..

"What's atomic number...?" taketora asked kenma and then yaku smacked taketora for being dumb.

"so...are we together..?" i asked him.

"Why don't we get together? You can test my hardness while I test your cleavage..." he teased.

"K-kuroo what the fuck--" i blushed very hard.

" I might be into physics, but I can assure you that I will never be a Bore in the bedroom." i smirked at him and its his turn to be embarrassed.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu fluff #fluff #romance

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peanut-in-the-goal · 4 years

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1-50 for the ask! <3

Well then... Okay, Thank you for the ask!

1. Do you sing when alone?

Yea I do, and I sound like a dying horse so I mostly stopped. sometimes though

2. Favorite pastel color?

Pastel purple

3. Hearts, or stars?

Stars

4. Cute thing you do?

cute?

5. Favorite thing cats do?

Uh... dunno.. never had a cat, it’s fun when the ones at the pet store latch onto my brother's hair though

6. Favorite cute word?

uh... idk words are scary

7. Butterflies, or dragonflies?

Those are both terrifying, yet majestic at the same time

Butterflies

8. Stargazing, or watching the sunrise?

Star gazing, well I like both really

9. Do you make wishes?

Yea, just half the time I don't believe them to work

10. What songs did you like when you were young?

What did the fox say was a song I and my brothers would jam out to

11. Write 10 words to describe your personality.

oh no, okay (I'm going to use words other people have described me with)

Sarcastic, rude, somewhat shy?, loud, obnoxious, smart, intimidating, cinnamon roll. sassy, kind

12. Can you dance? Do you dance?

I used to dance. Like I did ballet, Jazz, Tap for a few years. I don’t think I can still dance, but I can still kick my leg up really high, and if I wanted too, I could probably learn some pirouettes or something

13. Favorite animal?

Snake

14. Polka dots, or stripes?

Stripes

15. Do you wear make-up? When?

16. Do you watch cartoons?

Yea sometimes, not often

17. Thing you still do that only kids are supposed to?

Yes, BUT IM ALLOWED TO

18. 3 qualities you like about yourself.

I like my hair, my glasses (bc I do be looking like a nerd), and uh, my ability to remember random facts

19. Do you smile a lot?

Around certain people, yes

20. What dere type are you? (Yandere, Tsundere, Kamidere, Dandere, etc.)

The quiz said Yandere

21. Favorite model?

22. Layers or nah?

YES, HOODIES

23. Favorite nail polish color/name?

licoln park after dark

24. Come up with a name for a crayon!

peacan pie

25. Describe your year so far with a gif.

Because I can’t give out real ones

26. Favorite kind of candy bar?

twix

27. Gummies, or chocolate?

ew, gummies

28. Do you blush?

I didn’t before...

29. Favorite flower?

Daisy!

30. Mermaids or fairies?

Mermaids

31 Which planet do you like the most?

PLUTO

32. Favorite Disney Princess?

Mulan

33. What would your magical girl name and power be?

I don’t know how to respond to this question for various reasons

34. Favorite cereal?

I don’t eat cereal but lucky charms

35. Are you good at hide and seek?

I guess

36. Are you quiet?

define quiet

37. Do you post cute aesthetic stuff? If not, do you want to?

what no? i don't think so?

38. Best kit-kat flavor?

original, only one I’ve ever had

39. Dream job when younger?

artist

40. Do you doodle?

41. Favorite childhood store?

Barnes and Noble

42. Favorite childhood book, show, or videogame?

Mermaid sisters, I think when I was like 6 or 7

43. Do you dream a lot? Do you remember your dreams?

no, but like 2 days ago I had a nightmare, fun

44. Have you ever lucid dreamed?

yeah, sometimes

45. Do you keep a journal?

I do but I threw away what I had written and started over

46. Do you have deep, dark secrets, or are you an open book?

There’s some stuff people don’t know about me

47. One color to describe your personality?

silver @dutifullystarstruckwolf persuaded me

48. Do you swear? When did you start swearing?

CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION

like 3rd or 2nd grade

49. Do you paint your nails? When?

When Im bored

50. Do you wish you were a kid again?

Wish I were younger sure, get to play soccer longer

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song-fox · 4 years

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"You're A Dork."

Roman's P.O.V.

This is it, I thought gleefully to myself. I'm finally gonna know my soulmate's first words to me!

Well, at least for after I get my soulmark.

I closed my eyes excitedly as everyone began the countdown to midnight. It was my sixteenth birthday, and it was tradition for everyone to stay up until 12 o'clock for when the words appeared on the person's wrist. After years of daydreaming and wondering, I was finally about to find out what they would say to me. But even still, I had so many questions. What would he look like? How would he act? Would I already know him, or would it be a complete stranger? Would he like Disney as much as me? Would he even be a he? I desperately hoped so, otherwise all those years of denial and coming out would have been pretty useless.

"Three..."

I took in a couple of breaths, balancing on the balls of my feet.

"Two..."

I tugged at my sleeve. What would my wrist say?

"One...!"

I immediately opened my eyes and pulled down the sleeve of my red hoodie, revealing the black letters that stood out against my pale skin. My eyes scanned over them frantically.

You're a dork.

I almost laughed out loud at that. It certainly wasn't what I was expecting, but it wasn't exactly an unpleasant surprise, either.

"Ooh! What'd you get?" Patton asked, bouncing around and looking just as excited as I was, if not more. Right. He couldn't see the writing on my arm. No one could. Soulmates are supposed to be personal and should be your own choice to pursue them, so nobody can ever see the writing on someone's wrist.

Unlike me, Patton had already found his soulmate, on the same day as his birthday, in fact. Of course it had been Logan, our mutual friend who seemed to have been dropping incredibly obvious hints that he was crushing on the boy, at least by Logan's standards.

I grinned at them both. "It says You're a dork."

Logan snorted. "Fitting," he remarked, earning an elbow from me.

Patton, however, seemed ecstatic. "Aw! That's really cute!"

I put down my arm, still smiling. "Yeah, it is."

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Over the next few days, I was waaayyyy too confident on finding my soulmate soon, if not right away. If Patton could do it, why not me?

"'Sup, dork!" a kid yelled out one morning on the bus. We were on our way to school, so he could have been talking to anyone, but still I pulled down my sleeves and quickly read over the words.

No match. It was probably for the best, anyway. The guy was straight, and also kind of a jerk. He wasn't even talking to me, either.

Oh well. Maybe next time.

Months later. I walked into the local bookstore, looking over the list that Patton had given me. Logan's birthday was coming up, and Patton had suggested gifting him some books and gave me a list of specific ones. Patton himself was making Logan a scarf, since it was nearly winter and the nerd got cold easily.

I walked over to the checkout counter a few minutes later with a stack of books in my arms. I placed them in front of the cashier, surprised at their weight. Those books were heavy.

The cashier hummed as he grabbed the books and scanned them, reading over their titles.

"Encyclopedia, A Brief History of Time, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd... wow, you're a nerd," he teased. I paused, then quickly glanced at my upturned wrist whilst the cashier bagged the books. No match.

Of course.

"Oh, uh, they're just for my friend. But he is a nerd. I'll tell him that you acknowledged it too," I remarked. The guy smiled, handing over the books.

"Have a nice day."

A few more months passed. I tried hard to forget that I had a soulmate and to stop constantly checking my wrist every time someone said anything similar to my soulmark. It worked, for the most part. I spent most of my time at school, anyway, and the rest of my days were mainly hanging out or talking to Logan and Patton.

I also spent a lot of my time drawing and painting, although that didn't really have much to do with the whole soulmate thing. I just really enjoyed it. I even posted a lot of it online, along with some picture of my friends and I just hanging out and goofing around.

One day while I was drawing, I heard a faint vibration from my phone, signalling a notification. I dropped my pencil and grabbed it, scrolling through all the random notifications from weird group chats until I found one from a comment on one of the pictures I had posted.

I tapped on it. The picture was one that Logan had taken, with him looking disappointedly into the camera whilst Patton and I goofed off in the background.

I kept scrolling until I found the comment.

PurpleDinosaur123: Lmao youre such a dork

For a second I felt my heart stop, and I scrambled to look at my wrist.

No match.

I sighed, instead opting to type out a reply.

Royal_arts: Lol thanks for noticing, I really do try

I put my phone on silent and tucked it away.

Almost a full year had passed since my sixteenth birthday, and although it was irrational, I was starting to lose hope. I know, it was dumb to expect a soulmate in just one year, but still. I couldn't really force myself to feel any different.

I pulled out my phone and texted to a group chat with Logan and Patton.

Me: i'm sad :(((((

DadPat: Is this about me eating the last cupcake?? if so I'm sorry <333

Me: wait you ate my last cupcake

Me: nvm it doesnt matter,, i'm just being angsty over the whole soulmate thing

DadPat: Aww, chin up kiddo, you'll meet him someday

Nerd: It's true. My parents didn't even meet until they were nearly thirty

Me: but what if i never meet him :(((

DadPat: Of course you will!! you're destined to, remember? it's basically set in stone :)

Nerd: Well, actually

Me: stfu logan i'm trying to cheer up here

Nerd: Right. My apologies

Me: s'cool

DadPat: Ah well, just get some sleep kiddo, maybe you'll feel better in the morning. love ya!! gnight!

Nerd: Indeed, perhaps some rest will benefit you. Goodnight

Me: goodnight ya nerd, ily2 patt

With that, I turned off my phone and let sleep overtake me.

I haven't seen him in a while, and it's a pleasure to see him again.

"Do you think I'll ever meet my soulmate?" I ask, staring into the dark, nightmarish atmosphere. He sits with me too, a warm and comforting presence beside me. He laughs and shakes his head, although it isn't a negative sign.

"You're a dork."

I tilt my head. "What do you mean?"

"Roman, you're a brilliant and amazing and creative person. Don't doubt yourself. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

I mull it over, before pausing. "Wait, what did you say?"

"I said that anyone would be lucky to have you."

I shake my head frantically. "No, no before that!"

"I said 'You're a dork'."

I feel like my breathing has stopped for a second. I stand up, backing away.

"No, no, no," I say breathlessly, running a hand through my hair. I nearly trip over my own feet.

"What? You don't want me?"

"No, I- I, but.." I'm stumbling over my words. Tears are threatening to spill out.

"Not you... not you... please, not you," I plead to deaf ears. The threat is now a battle with my emotions. My cheeks are wet with bitter tears and I'm gulping back breaths.

"Please..."

I jolted awake, my mouth ajar and sucking in precious oxygen. My eyes stung with fresh tears.

I grabbed my phone off the table and texted the group chat again.

Me: hey patt?? i'm gonna need a ride later

DadPat: Oh? what for?

DadPat: Are you meeting someone??

Me: kind of

DadPat: ?? ',:/

Me: i need to have breakfast, i'll just text you the location later, k?

DadPat: Okie kiddo, I'll pick you up at noon <33

Me: thx, ly

As he said, Patton was waiting outside my house by lunchtime. I stood anxiously outside my house, holding tightly onto a bouquet of flowers. Hydrangeas, hyacinths and lilacs, all varying shades of purple.

Patton waved me over, and I noticed Logan was sitting with him in the front seat.

"Hey, kiddo! I hope you don't mind that Logan came along; he saw your texts and wanted to make sure you were okay." Logan waved awkwardly at me.

I sniffed and wiped my eyes. "Thanks. It means a lot."

Logan tilted his head. "Roman, are you okay? You seem upset."

I let out a deep breath. "I met him."

They both perked up at this.

"Wait, really? Roman, that's amazing! Who is he?" Patton piped up, eyes glimmering excitedly. I kept silent and simply looked at him, watching his misty blue eyes scanning my face.

Logan realized it first. He stifled a gasp and his eyes widened, before softening sympathetically. Then it clicked for Patton. He gasped, and his hands flew to his mouth.

"Oh my gosh, Roman, I'm so sorry, that must be terrible," he rambled, his eyes shiny with unshed tears.

Logan nodded, then gestured to the flowers. "Are those...?"

"Yeah," I muttered simply. Logan stayed quiet, knowing better than to press on.

The ride was agonising. Patton had tried putting on some Disney songs, but I insisted no music. The day was beautiful, otherwise; the sunlight glinted on the morning dew of the bright, crisp grass. The trees were lush and full of life, and daisies poked out of the masses of summer foliage.

We arrived after twenty minutes of almost complete silence. The only time it was broken was whenever Patton tried to crack a joke, or when he saw a sign that said ROAD WORK AHEAD and muttered, "Yeah, I sure hope it does," under his breath.

I got out of the car, the gentle breeze stinging my watery eyes. I gripped the bouquet with both hands, as if I were scared that it might have disappeared or suddenly died.

Just like he did.

"Would you like us to accompany you?" Logan asked tentatively. I shook my head slowly, my gaze trained on the ground.

"No, I-I'd like to be alone with him. You can join me later."

Logan nodded and stepped back to join Patton.

Walking through the maze of stone slabs was painful, as it always had been. Even the grass that had been bright and lively just a few minutes before seemed limp and dull.

I kept walking, each step slower than the other, but I kept going. I needed this. I needed to see him again.

I kneeled down in front of the grey stone slab in the ground. Letters were etched neatly into the grave, chipped away with time but still legible.

Here lies Virgil Emory

2004 ~ 2019

Gone, but not forgotten.

I took one more look at the writing on my wrist. The familiar curving lines and dark ink contrasting against my skin.

You're a dork.

I placed down the bouquet, a faint smile on my lips.

"So," I said, choking back a sob. "You're my soulmate."

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts patton #ts roman #ts virgil #ts logan #prinxiety #one shot #fic #angst #tw death mention #royal writes

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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1006

(found at xxbieberburnham)

“The rest of your life”

Are you independent or dependent? Dependent as all hell. I’ll put my foot down on very certain things, but most of the time I prefer hearing input or suggestions from people I trust. I definitely think it’s something I still have to work on because I know I’ll have to be mostly independent at some point.

If you could put your life into a category, where would it go? I feel like this would be easier to answer if you gave a list of categories. I don’t know what kind of insight you’re looking for.

How many animals do you have? I have two, but I call them pets.

Are you popular? Idk and I don’t care. All I know is I don’t actively seek to be so.

What time were you born? 9:11 in the evening.

Have you had any candy this week? Yeah, I had a gummy worm this morning. Mom bought a box of Halloween-themed sweets and there were cupcakes had gummy worms on them alongside marshmallows designed to look like a tombstone.

Are you more afraid of tornadoes or hurricanes? Hurricanes are terrifying, but I’m used to them. We don’t get tornadoes at all so I’ll not only be unprepared for those, but would definitely be more afraid of them too.

Do you like those nerd glasses? Sure, I still think they’re cute and look good on people but I never called them nerd glasses lol. Mine are kinda shaped like one.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? Nah, I’d be wiped out pretty fast.

What color is your house? A light shade of beige.

When was the last time you saw a rainbow? More than a year ago, I’m sure. It was during our ride back home from a journalism workshop, which if I remember correctly was all the way in Cavite. Goddamn we traveled a lot for those workshops.

Have you ever ate a crayon? I’ve never bitten off a piece but I’m not ruling out at least licking.

Ever rode in a helicopter? Nope. Would love to.

Do you like rabbits? Sure.

Do you like mushrooms? For the most part I don’t even think they taste like anything, so I never really had a problem with mushrooms.

“It’s like you step into the room and just press play”

What was the last movie you cried at? That Thing Called Tadhana. I had watched it five years ago after my first breakup; I got to go to Sagada shortly after that breakup, so that movie was actually very therapeutic for me at the time because it allowed me to release my feelings the way Mace did, also in Sagada. Now I’m stuck at home and can’t travel and that movie just hurt too much to finish.

What ice cream flavor best describes your personality? I don’t really...pair ice cream flavors with types of personalities.

Would you rather work for a small or large company? Large, because I feel like I’d be challenged more in those and thus learn more. Also it just looks nicer on resumés, if I’m being honest. Smaller companies are ok too but I prefer those that already have a rep for churning excellent results and having a good track record for workplace culture, like the company I’m currently working with.

Where's your favorite place to buy clothes? Ukays. I used to not like them, but my mom and sister did a great job reeling me in and making me see the appeal.

How many languages do you speak? Two.

What was the worst movie you've ever seen? Me Before You was such a waste of my time. Predictable, cheesy, and typical asshole-guy-softens-up-over-time-oh-and-just-as-you-start-to-root-for-him-we’re-gonna-kill-him-off. But idk, I was with friends who were into movies like those and I wanted to support them, so I went along to watch.

What video game have you played the most? Cumulatively, pretty sure it’s Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.

What was your favorite TV show as a child? I was a Nickelodeon girl and Spongebob, Fairly OddParents, and My Life as a Teenage Robot were my top 3, with Jimmy Neutron closely trailing at #4. I loved Disney shows too but wasn’t really able to appreciate them as much until I got a little older and could understand their humor better.

What's your favorite sport? My answer won’t change - if it counts, pro wrestling. If it doesn’t, my next favorite is table tennis.

If you were given a brand new yacht, what would you name it? Nothing creative is coming to me at the moment.

Do you believe there’s life on other planets? Yes. Maybe not the ones in our solar system, but those out in the distant universe for sure.

What was the worst place you ever traveled to? Can’t say I’ve truly disliked a particular place we’ve been to. I will say that Chinese people have a...culture that I’m not used to, and I did not enjoy touring with a bunch of them during my cruise. They had buffet habits that I would consider unhygienic, they would sit at the same table my mom and I were eating at if there were available seats(??????? imagine if I just sat beside you at a diner while you’re having lunch?), and apparently it’s acceptable for them to actually look you in the eyes and point directly at you if they’re talking about you with other people. It was honestly a lot to put up with for six days, and the only reason I didn’t lose my temper was because my dad works in the ship and I didn’t want to cause him any trouble.

What is one thing you’re really bad at? Making art.

Do you believe in angels? No. I like referring to my grandpa as my guardian angel, but I don’t actually believe in angels.

Would you rather be a famous actor or musician? I know I’m awful at either, but I’d much rather act.

“where have you been all my life?”

If you could have invented one thing, what would it have been? It’d be cool to come up with something that ends up being widely popular and/or beneficial to society, but do it accidentally; like how popsicles came to be. Imagine building a legacy from your own oopsie lmao sounds like a pretty good deal to me.

What's your favorite exercise workout? I don’t do workouts.

What's your favorite thing to do? Wow, very straightforward. Hmm these days I’m slowly inching back to wrestling, so I’ve been watching compilations and documentaries and doing some catching-up here and there. Lately I’d say that’s my favorite thing to do, but that can always change.

What did you do for your 17th birthday? Gab and I went to Pinto and she brought me to Filio after. Then I got back home to see what Athenna had done to my room while I was out, which was to cover the floor with balloons and the walls with printed photos of Zayn Malik.

Does your local Wal Mart have benches in them to rest? First, we’ll need to have local Wal-Mart stores here.

Was your favorite stuffed animal really a teddy bear growing up? I never liked stuffed animals, so I didn’t even have a teddy bear.

If your house was haunted, what would you do? Not fuck with the ghosts/spirits.

Are you crazy in love currently? Not crazily, but in love.

Are you good at swimming? I can tread and do several strokes, but I also tend to panic so I think that eliminates the concept of me being a good swimmer.

What's worse: Slow internet or slow walkers? Slow internet. I can get around slow walkers; but unless I have mobile data, slow internet is out of my control for the most part.

What is the rudest thing a guy has ever done to you? I can’t pick between whistling at me, catcalling me, lunging at me, or flirtatiously harass me in front of his friends while I was minding my goddamn business carrying a goddamn box of cake at the mall. Yeah, not a very big fan of men.

Do you sleep with the sheets tucked in or out? Out.

What do you do to fall asleep faster? Put on a YouTube video and let autoplay take over.

Do you carry a bottle of water wherever you go? Yeah I used to, until I lost it.

Ae you afraid that one day you might get cancer? The fear of the possibility is there, but it’s not predominantly in our family history and so I’m more afraid of other issues I have a higher chance of getting, like high blood pressure.

“Letters to Juliet”

Are you a fast or slow walker? Fast if I’m running errands, slow-ish if I’m out for leisure.

Do you usually have to wear a belt with your pants? No.

Does it bother you when people's underwear hangs out? Kinda. Even more when their crack decides to show up too.

Are you usually the person to try new things with your hair? No, I am one of the last people in line when it comes to that.

When's your birthday? April 21st.

Do you own a bobble-head toy? Nopes.

What color was the towel you used to dry off with today after a shower? Turquoise.

Has anyone ever walked you home? I’ve had someone drive me home. Walking isn’t really applicable here.

Have you ever liked someone and they were taken? That’s never happened to me.

When was the last time you went fishing? In my past life, maybe.

True or false: You've read the book Lord of the Flies? False.

Have you heard of the band Yellowcard? Yes.

Have you ever seen the show Teen Wolf? I’ve seen an episode and oh my god it was so boring.

Do you have any quotes, lyrics etc on your walls? I used to until my mom took it down while I was in school. I made it myself, so it stung.

Are you a fan of Star Wars? No.

“Our parents never let us cross the street, but we did it anyway”

Has anyone ever told you that you have nice hair? Whenever it was actually nice, yeah. It was never my best feature though.

What brand of camera do you own? I have...an iPhone, if it counts, ha. My old DSLR was a Nikon.

Is there something you're not looking forward to? The next day. Having to go through rounds of anxiety is not enjoyable.

Have you ever read the book Thirteen Reasons Why? Have not read the book nor seen the show, but have read enough of the premise to know I am not a fan.

Do you wear white pants? Sure, I have a pair of white jeans that I absolutely love.

When was the last time you were really angry? Yesterday. My sister and I were ordering KFC from a food delivery app and no driver was taking it because drivers in that company are notoriously picky bitches about their destinations. They kept canceling our orders and at some point I had enough and proposed that we just get Pizza Hut, this time straight from the Pizza Hut website, which has always worked out for us before. So Pizza Hut confirms the order, calls me up and says the ETA, so far so good. Around 15 minutes later the doorbell rings and it’s...KFC? With our original orders? Apparently that stupid ass app took our order anyway after repeatedly canceling it, and I never got one fucking notification that our order was received. Tried to cancel Pizza Hut but they said they had already started making the pizzas, so in the end we had to pay for both meals. I had never been so angry.

Have you ever made a 3 pointer in a basketball game? Hah, of course not. I’ve barely made one of those free throws that are worth one point.

Do you think you look better with your hair up or down? I’ve gotten more compliments whenever it’s up, so that must look better on me even if I personally don’t necessarily agree.

Do you warm up before you hardcore exercise? I don’t exercise, but isn’t warming up recommended anyway?

Do you want a pair of Converse shoes? Not really; I suppose they’re alright. It’s not my favorite brand in the world, but I wouldn’t turn down a free pair either.

Are you more of a studs or hoops type of person when it comes to earrings? Hoooooooooops for days.

How many shirts do you have of your favorite band? Just one. I’m not a band shirt person.

Turn on the TV. What channel are you on? There’s no TV in this room.

Have you ever wore a tie before? Yeah, as a kid my mom sometimes made me wear neckties. They made me SO uncomfortable I was having internal breakdowns about being seen in public. I was 7 years old. Neckties to me were a boy thing and I felt 0% boy; and so it gave me such serious dysphoria. It’s like making a boy wear a pink tutu even if he’s already visibly distressed. Whenever I told my mom I felt uncomfortable, she would just tell me it “looks good.” Jesus Christ. Why did no one ever drag my mom to a parenting seminar? Did no one seriously see the signs???

What did you have for breakfast this morning? Garlic rice, bacon strips, and glazed ham.

“For the Krusty Krab”

Are you good at art? Of course not.

How many times have you read your favorite book? I don’t have one.

Name one thing that you really hate. Raisins, on their own and incorporated in a dish.

Have you ever tried walking on stilts? I haven’t.

Is there a war that you find interesting? Eh, not really. So many of historical accounts are bombarded with war narratives as it is, and I’ve just never really found disputes or tensions among countries to be the most interesting part about history. Plus women were mostly absent, and that makes it even more boring.

Would you rather live in the city or country? City.

Do you think $7 is too much for a movie ticket? Not always. $7 or ₱350 is actually pretty reasonable if you wanna see a movie at an upscale mall; people who watch movies in places like that shouldn’t be complaining about movie tickets that cost that much. But all movie theaters are the same anyway - pitch black, freezing, comfy chairs - so I just go to midscale malls where tickets would be like a hundred bucks cheaper since it’s gonna give me the same experience anyway.

Would you like to be a newscast person? For a long time I thought I wanted to be one because that’s what my entire family was rooting me to become. Eventually I realized reading from a teleprompter, interviewing guests, and asking questions to reporters is not a career I want.

Do you like word searches, coloring or crosswords better? Word searches, then coloring, then crosswords.

Close your eyes and press a random key on the keyboard. U.

How many William’s do you know? I don’t think I know anyone. It’s too foreign-sounding a name.

What time did you wake up this morning? I woke up at around 6 AM, but I fell back asleep immediately and woke up again around 30 minutes later.

Do you enjoy crutches? ...No? That seems a little insensitive for people who actually need them.

What's better: Snapple or Arizona tea? Arizona. It’s because I’ve never had the Snapple one, but tbh Arizona is already pretty delicious anyway.

Make a word out of the word: Dinosaur. Round.

“she said I love this song, I’ve heard it before”

When you were younger, did you play with legos? Yes. I was never a creative kid, but I liked playing with them anyway.

Do you like Trix cereal? It was only my absolute favorite cereal as a kid, no biggie.

Do you get nervous easily? Ugh, yes. My parents asked me to get water containers from our local water station last Saturday and I literally had to allot like two hours to brace myself and make a script in my head. I constantly rehearse shit nearly every time I have to go out of the house.

How long is your Facebook password? I’m not sharing that.

Do you like the movie Mean Girls? No, I didn’t find it funny the first time and that made me uninterested in giving it a second chance.

How do you want your wedding to be? Big, grand. Lots of friends, lots of food. Not Catholic/Christian.

Have you seen the movie or show Catfish? Nope.

Do you hate it when you arrive to something early? Not usually. Being early is my goal in most situations, unless I’m headed to like a party.

Have you ever been on Omegle? A few times as a teenager.

Are you still in love with one of your exes? Yes. It’s not going away for a while.

Do you think it's attractive when guys wear beanies? I don’t necessarily seek out men with beanies lol but I don’t think it looks bad on them either.

What's something that makes you feel shy in public? Unfamiliar situations.

Do you like the shows on MTV? No.

If you could go back and relive one day, what day? That last Friday I was in school before the lockdown happened. If I knew what the next eight months were going to look like, I would’ve stayed much longer in school, dragged my friends out to drink, blew my money on food, had more fun basically.

What's one word you hate to be called? Exhausting. Like being told I’m exhausting to be with. How does that not hurt?

#survey #surveys

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alrighty, let’s recap this bitch!

LAUNCHPAD! I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH! PLEASE COME BACK!

I looked up when National S’mores Day is (because I’m a nerd) and it is August 10. So either the photo later was mislabeled or, more likely, Launchpad got the wrong info

Huey with the little baby scouts is TOO CUTE!!

I wonder if Violet’s there. Probably not because she would have been hanging out with Huey if she was. Or this episode was meant to come before Challenge

It’s a baby beagle boy! I wonder if he’s there of his own will or if it is part of some plan

He scared away most of the kids! Now they won’t get to enjoy s’more-y goodness

His s’more sounds DOPE AF, though it probably would give you INSTANT DIABETES

“Aw, not even a modern robot.” MY SWEET SON!

I know it was the bully saying it, but Huey should chill a bit when it comes to doing things EXACTLY and PERFECTLY. It’s just gonna cause stress

BOYD IS BABY AND I LOVE HIM

“Would you like to be friends?” “Sure. Wow, that was easy.” If only it was always that easy

I don’t know if Huey has the JWG as memorized as he thinks, going by Challenge and Quack Pack

“We’re just kids.” “Definitely!” *uses laser eyes to light fire*

This episode does a good job showing what a trigger word/phrase is like, though I’m not sure if that was the intention

I like that a squirrel with a burnt tail scurries out of one of the trees. It’s the attention to detail that helps elevate this show

Instead of jumping out of the way or hiding Huey jumps straight onto Boyd to try and help him. Huey already sees Boyd as someone worth protecting

The kid that just runs across the screen while his hat is on fire is great

Not sure why they took the time to change before going to Gyro but whatever

BOYD IS ADORABLE AND I LOVE HIM

“I’m more than an intern, I’m a scientist.” I feel like this might be hinting at Fenton’s arc for the season, possibly wanting to be seen more as a scientist than a superhero

I’m gonna pretend that using sunglasses on someone who is shooting lasers out of their eyes is a Cyclops reference. And they look pretty dope too

At least Fenton knows when he is in over his head...this time

Gyro trying to climb up on the table to avoid Boyd was kind of funny. And then him protecting himself with Lil Bulb

“Which one?” Manny is DONE with this shit

“Boyd? What idiot called it that?” Even when he’s not there, Gyro can still burn Mark lol

I figured 2-BO was a reference to something but wasn’t sure what. Apparently it’s a bit of a play on the name of Astro Boy’s in-universe creator’s son. Neat

Huey stays in between Gyro and Boyd to protect Boyd

Fenton’s face cracks me up. There are NO THOUGHTS in this man’s head lol

“You were an intern like me?” “Nothing like you.” Damn Gyro, why so salty?

I don’t know why Fenton is so surprised that Gyro was an intern. I feel like that’s a pretty standard thing

LOVE IS STORED IN THE BOYD

It make me sad when Gyro mentions how many times Boyd’s core programing was altered. Poor baby doesn’t really get a say in what happens to him

“ROAD TRIP!” Huey, you do these kinds of things ALL THE TIME. I feel like he should be used to this by now

“YOU’RE not going. GIZMODUCK is.” Does Gyro see Fenton and Gizmoduck as separate entities or is this just a no, but yes type of joke?

Huey standing up for Boyd is so sweet. They barely know each other but Huey trusts him

When the episode doesn’t have the theme song you KNOW shit’s ‘bout to go down

I wonder who’s flying the plane. My guess is Launchpad because Della would have been cooing over Huey making a new friend and go into embarrassing mom mode. He probably went of on his own adventure or did tourist things like buying collectables. Or maybe Gyro flew them there. Who knows

As many people have said, the art direction and animation for this episode are BEAUTIFUL. I love the pink tint the lighting has in most of the episode

SAILOR MOON CONFIRMED CANON

I bet Mark Beaks is a Sailor Moon fan

I like that the in-universe Sailor Moon is a bunny because Usagi is Japanese for rabbit

I love that going incognito nowadays means you wear a hat, a hoodie, and sunglasses. Boyd looks good in red (though red is my favorite color so I might be biased)

Gyro-takes one step and the fuzz shows up. NOICE

I like detective lady. She has a cool design

Huey and Fenton are awful at acting casual

“Crimes?” Oh my sweet Hubert. I’m pretty sure most if not all of Scrooge’s employees have had run ins w/ The Law

Gyro is like, move I’m gay

“I’m here on a very important...field trip.” ALL THE KIDS NEED A GYRO FIELD TRIP LIKE HOW THE GAANG GOT ZUKO FIELD TRIPS

Lil Bulb said FUCK THE POLICE

I wonder what it actually says

Fenton just watches as the inspector chases Lil Bulb

Seriously though, Fenton does a bunch of silly stuff in the background and this episode warrants a rewatch SOLELY for him

How did Lil Bulb know where to find them? And how did he shake off the inspector? I want to see his little adventure

FOR SCIENCE!

“Blah!” *arm armor attaches* I want this joke to come back

Fenton and Huey INSTANTLY nerd out. I love them

Fenton being a Gyro fanboy is ADORABLE

“AH, DUST IN MY EYE! The dust of GENIUS!” What a dweeb lol

I like that Fenton keeps the arm on for the whole scene

Poor Boyd, he looks so scared

Huey going into protective big brother mode

Doofus continues to be equal parts hilarious and disturbing

Where are their parents? Like, someone should be looking after these kids! ESPECIALLY DOOFUS!

“Do you need a hug?” I SURE FUCKING DO

Mark is such a prick lol

“NO WAY, A ROBOT BOY! DREAMS DO COME TRUE!” YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT DREAM YOU COCKWAFFLE

SOMEONE HUG THIS CHILD! BECAUSE I CANNOT!

“Seems like the little guy’s had it tough.” MY POOR BABY

Lil Bulb gets SO PISSED he blew a fuse

You really shouldn’t have left them alone, Gyro

Why does Fenton automatically jump to superhero for Boyd? I mean the theme of the episode is letting Boyd choose who he wants to be so of course Fenton would have his own idea of what Boyd should be, but why go straight to superhero? Do you want superbros, Fenton?

Huey already realises this might be a bad idea, because he’s more concerned about Boyd as a person rather than Boyd as a machine

“IN RETROSPECT WE PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE USED THE FIRST HOLE” Fenton, you dumbass genius

Dr. Akita’s setup made me laugh. I DIED when he “enhanced” the image

I recognized the character on the chips though I don’t know their name. I’m more of a western animation fan, so many of the references probably flew pass me

BOOP

I also have a key on my laptop that flies off (it’s the u key)

I LOVE BABY GYRO! It’s so cool they went with his og look (minus the red hair) to show him younger

I LOVE THE OUTLAW COUPLE! SO COOL! SO HOT!

Huey is so DONE with Fenton

I love the stupid G pose he does. PLEASE HAVE HIM DO IT AGAIN. PREFERABLY WHEN DW IS NEARBY

Such a polite boy

“My bones are metal!” This line and Boyd’s catchphrase of “Hi, I’m Boyd/2-BO, a definitely real boy!” reminded me of Olaf. The end of the episode gives Boyd even MORE Olaf parallels

Gizmoduck sliding by those boxes was cool

How did Gizmoduck get himself unstuck from that alley?

I loved the double take the female outlaw does

Huey is TRAUMATIZED

I legit thought Boyd was gonna light the oil on fire the first time I watched and I was like that won’t help

“So, what do we do now?” “I...don’t know.” This is why you don’t leave babies alone to fight criminals

Boyd reminded me of Calculester from Monster Prom when he asked the lady to return the money

STOP LEAVING THE CHILDREN ALONE! THEY ARE BABIES! THEY AREN’T EVEN TEENS!

“Why do we always fight when we’re on vacation?” Because this is Ducktales and there is no such thing as a normal vacation

Lil Bulb just kicking his lil feet

The “lab” safety poster made me chuckle. Then I remembered Akita is also a dog and I laughed more

LITTLE BABY GYRO GRADUATING! My guess is his professor/dean/principal influenced him on a personal level and is partially the reason Boyd is a parrot

Lil Helper blueprints. Nice reference to the og series

Has anyone talked about the poster with the cogs and the dogman in old-timey clothes that says GIZMOS on it? I think it’s a Dr. Who reference

IDEALISTIC GYRO AND BOYD IS TOO CUTE!

How did he NOT notice the second hole in the wall?

That is a surplus of handcuffs. Do you think she uses them for...fun times?

“I’m just a guy! With very bruisable skin!”

Poor misunderstood Gyro inventions

Boyd just politely waves at everyone

Huey is WAY calmer than I would be if I got lost in an unfamiliar city

Boyd says FUCK WORK

I love Huey stimming. Really hope Disney will let them confirm in words that Huey is autistic

Is it more common for two kids to wonder around by themselves in Tokyo? Because as an American I find it super stressful and would want to find their parents so they could be safer

THE BUNNY! AND THEN THE KITTIES!

Do cats just take buses on their own in Tokyo?

CHERRY BLOSSOM TIME BITCHES

“And I know what you’re thinking, what about ninjas?” I am ALWAYS wondering about ninjas

I like that Huey finally has a friend who shares the same interests and doesn’t mind info dumps

“Boyd, I don’t think you’re a killer robot. You’re just a kid.” “Aw, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” T_T

I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD

I like Boyd’s motief

Akita is us after the quarantine

When he complained about being stiff I was like mood

I like his Green Goblin disc thingy

The other people don’t give a shit about Boyd just FLYING DOWN WITH HIS ROCKET FEET!

Gyro shows up *dramatic wind*

His tablet has a duckie on it. I wounder if they have a Mac/PC thing going on with Waddle and what brand the duckie represents

When the adults argue and Boyd gets all sad and scared I FELT THAT

Huey doing his best to keep Boyd calm and defend him SO PURE

OH GOD HELP THIS POOR CHILD!

HUEY IS A GOOD BOY AND A GOOD FRIEND

“Because of you I’ve become an outcast.” I feel like you did that to yourself

ANIME HAIR POOF

ngl, that shit was TERRIFYING

“You don’t have to do what Akita tells you. Do what I tell you.” So close

“INTERN! FIGHT BETTER!”

Huey must weigh NOTHING if Gyro can pick him up

Akita’s tail looks like a cinnamon roll

Huey always finding that hidden info

The gibberish Gyro says is great

BOYD SAYS IT BECAUSE GYRO TOLD HIM THAT!

THAT HUG!!!

HOW DARE AKITA HURT BABY GYRO AND SWEET BABY BOYD?!

PROTECTIVE PAPA GYRO

NEEEEERRRRRRRD FIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

“You’ll never invent anything worthwhile.” LIL BULB HAS ENTERED THE FIGHT

Are doggos recyclable?

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGS

Blue eyes=good robot

ANOTHER HUG

Be Only Yourself, Dude

I like that basically Gyro admitted that he was like Fenton if Fenton hadn’t had support

“That’s not technically how doctorites work, BUT I DON’T CARE!” Do you think Gyro doesn’t have his doctorate or do you think he assumed Fenton already had one?

“The hugging is a ‘just for today’ thing.” YOU CANNOT STOP THE HUG TRAIN!

“Leave. Now.”

Are they gonna go to the plane?

This season has been consistently knocking it out of the park! I’m a SLUT for backstory episodes, so I enjoyed this one a lot. I loved seeing Gyro when he had hope and faith in the world. It SUCKS that Akita took that away from him. Hopefully Gyro will see things slightly less cynical now. Fenton was a dweeb the whole episode and I love him for it. Boyd is SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS and in NO WAY deserved the treatment he got. I have a feeling there is more to Boyd’s creation/Dr.Akita that we’ll get later on. Huey was ADORABLE this episode. It’s really sweet to see him hangout with someone who gets him. Everyone deserves to have at least one friend like that. The fight scene was GORGEOUS! SO FLUID! I really loved this one and I hope we get more Team Science episodes because these characters play really well off each other.

#ducktales #dt spoilers #a bit later than normal but oh well

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Marching On 1: The Orientation

This is the marching band!AU I’ve been talking about for Percabeth! I really wanted to get the first chapter out, I have a lot of ideas for this AU, so I’m curious to see if there’s any more interest in it. This first chapter is pretty long but I hope you can enjoy it!

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“No way. I’m not doing that shit.” Percy snapped, crossing his arms defiantly. “I get I screwed up, but I’ll be fine.”

“Percy, this isn’t up for discussion. I told you last time you had one more chance, and you blew it.” Sally said, her voice steely. Percy winced slightly. He hated seeing his mom upset at him. But she was going to ruin the rest of his highschool life just because he got in a little trouble.

“I know… but this isn’t going to fix it.”

“You’re not going to talk your way out of it this time, Percy.”

“But-”

“PERCY!” Sally snapped, making the room go dead quiet. Even Percy was disarmed. His mom almost never shouted at him. He actually felt tears threaten the corner of his eyes as he felt a fresh wave of guilt and self-loathing. “It’s decided. You’re going to join band. You need an outlet, some activity to keep you busy. I’ve tried to give you the freedom to find one, but you’ve blown too many chances. I know it’s not your first choice, but I’m not letting you end up in jail! I don’t know what else to do.”

Percy stayed quiet, unable to meet his mom’s eyes. He didn’t want to end up in jail either. He didn’t want to screw up. Things just kept… going wrong.

Piper slowly reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, speaking up for the first time in a while.

“Percy, I know you think it’s lame. I promise you it’s not that bad. You liked being a drummer in that band, I know you’ll find your own way to have fun. I know you better than yourself, trust me.” She said gently.

Glancing up at her, Percy still felt flickers of defiance in him. He was still kind of mad at her for this whole situation.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew his path was headed to destruction, but he was just trying to have fun and escape his problems. He knew his friends weren’t exactly the best group of people, but they were fun. He didn’t drink like they did, and he didn’t smoke. He just liked skateboarding with them and going to concerts. The cops busting them trying to sneak into a bar to see a music had ended up with him getting a ride back to his mother and the cop warning him that he wasn’t getting another chance. That next time he’d end up in jail for a night.

Sally had just sent him to his room. So when Piper suddenly cornered him with his mom when he got back from school for some kind of bullshit intervention, he wasn’t able to escape.

Still, seeing his mom on the verge of tears and the hurt look in Piper’s eyes was weighing him down. He knew they were right. He was just wrong and stubborn, like usual.

With a sigh, he sat down on the sofa, dropping his head into his hands. “Fine. Okay? Fine. I’ll join band.” He muttered

“Thank you Percy. I’m not asking you to love it, or be all about it. Just… give it an honest try. Please. For me.” Sally said, walking over and kneeling down so she was eye level with him. Just like she used to do when he was a kid. Instead of feeling annoyed at being talked down to, it just filled him with warm memories and he smiled softly at her.

“I can do that, at least.”

Sally grinned and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you.” She stood up a moment later. “I’m going to make us all some food.” She declared, heading to the kitchen with a passing glance at Piper.

Piper just walked over, plopping on the couch next to him and putting her feet up on the table. “You’ll love the drums, and the music is better than you think.”

Leaning back, he swung and hit her with a pillow. “I’m still kinda mad at you for turning on me. You’re supposed to be on my side, not teaming up on me with my mom.”

His best friend raised an eyebrow, unamused. “You know I wouldn’t betray you. But this is serious Percy. You’ve been in a bad rut lately. I know you’re not dumb, and you just keep falling into bad situations, but I’m not going to let you screw up your future if I can help it. You’re my best friend, and I’ll do whatever it takes to help you out. Even if that means telling you you’re being a dumbass.” She countered.

Percy listened to her carefully. Piper really had been there for him since they were kids and bumped into each other in the skatepark. She helped him get through the years with Paul, and even when he kept screwing up she always stayed at this side, and at times set him straight. Like she was doing now.

Letting out another sigh, he lightly bumped her legs. “You’re right. Thank you, again. You really are the best friend I could have asked for. If you’re in band, I guess it can’t be that lame.”

Piper beamed at his words, knowing him well enough to actually see how grateful he was. “I wouldn’t have stuck with it for two years if I didn’t love it. You know that. It’s really fun. Shame the band lost so many people last year to graduation so we’re going to have a pretty fresh group this year for marching band.”

Percy internally groaned at the thought of marching band. Marching in ugly school uniforms, blasting loud random music hardly sounded fun. Sure he had gone to a few football games the past two years, mostly because someone’s boyfriend would be on the team or the one time each year he promised to go to see the show Piper was performing.

Piper got her usual mischievous grin. “I can’t wait to see in you in the uniform. I’m sure you’ll look all cute and fancy.” She teased, pinching his cheek.

“I’ll be sure to take plenty of photos.” His mom joined in as she walked back into the room with some sandwiches and chips for them.

Percy glared at his mom. “I thought you were trying to convince me to do it.”

Sally just laughed, going to get him a soda before giving one to him and PIper. “You already promised. No takesy-backseys.” She sing-songed. As much as Percy wanted to be annoyed, he could only smile at her. He pointedly ignored Piper smiling at him, she often remarked that she loved that he still had a soft spot for his mom.

“My life is over next week.” He complained, before digging into his sandwich happily.

“Not your life, just your social life.” Piper teased, nudging him in the side. “But I’ll be there with you, so we’ll be together like always. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone. Some of those band girls are pretty cute.” She teased with a wink.

Sally perked up. “Oh I hope so.”

Percy’s ears burned red as he nudged his friend back a little harder. “Shut up. I could never fall for a band geek.” He countered, before grabbing the remote and started to flip through the channels.

Eventually he stumbled across a disney movie playing and they all fell back into a comfortable groove, the tense conversation behind them.

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Percy stood outside of the large door that lead directly into the band room from outside. “I don’t want to go in there.” He muttered, glancing towards the street where he knew he could probably make a run from it.

Piper shifted in front of him, giving him a glare that dared him to try it. “You’ve been in there before, it’s not a big deal.”

“Like twice, just to pick you up. It was always loud and obnoxious in there.”

“So you’ll fit right in.” Piper countered, opening the door and literally shoving him through.

Percy stumbled forward, not expecting how determined Piper had been. Catching his balance, he turned back to glare at Piper who was just standing in front of the door, arms crossed and smirking at him. “See, not so bad!” She teased, before patting him on the back and leading him to a seat off to the side. Feeling awkward and out of place, he pulled out his phone and tried to busy himself with it, desperate to avoid interaction with anyone else.

“Oh shoot, it’s Ashe. I haven’t seen her all summer, I’ll be right back.” Piper said standing up. “Don’t get into a fight while I’m gone, please.”

“Piper, don’t you dar-” But she was already gone, talking to some girl on the other side of the room.

Doing his best to put on his “don’t mess with me face” he hoped everyone would just stay away from him till she got back. He was usually pretty good at pissing people off/scaring them so surely it wouldn’t be too hard to intimidate some band nerds.

“Hey there, you must be new here.” Percy looked up surprised and annoyed that someone was already bothering him. He wasn’t here to make friends, just to make his mom happy and stay out of troubl-

A blonde girl was standing in front of him, hand on her hip and she smiled down at him. Her hair was blonde and wavy, and her gray eyes were intimidating. For a moment he forgot that he was supposed to be trying to scare people off. Piper hadn’t mentioned there was a girl this hot in band. Seeing her raise an eyebrow, he realized he still hadn’t answered her.

“Uh yeah. I’m kinda being forced to join, so I’m new here. Who are you?” He asked, his voice less intimidating than he meant it, still surprised by how cute she was.

“Forced to join?” The girl asked. Percy figured she’d start prying into his life, so he was ready to to shut her down but she just nodded. “Fair enough. Well I’m Annabeth. Drum Major, and kind of a teacher’s assistant. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. It’s my job to make sure the band runs smoothly.” She continued, offering her hand.

“Percy.” Replied, noticing how firm her handshake was.

She gave him a small wave, before heading over to some other students, starting to talk with them. Not long after PIper sat down next to him. “I see you met Annabeth.”

Nodding, Percy just glanced over at his friend. “She just waltzed over and started talking to me. I thought band kids were supposed to be awkward and nerdy. Not… hot and intimidating.”

Piper rolled her eyes. “There’s no such thing as a “band kid”. There are plenty of different types of people, we just play music together. Annabeth pretty much helps Chiron run things around here. Don’t think your tough guy act will work on her, she doesn’t really take shit from anyone.” Piper explained. “You should hear her on marimba though, she’s incredible.”

Rolling his eyes, Percy scooted lower in his seat. “No one is “incredible” on marimba, this isn’t a disney soundtrack. It’s just a marimba.”

Piper glared at her best friend, punching him in the leg none to gently.

“I’m serious, quit shitting on everything before we even start class. I know we’re dragging you here, but if you give it a chance it won’t be as bad as fighting it every step of the way.”

Glancing back at his phone, Percy stayed quiet. He knew she was probably right, but he wasn’t exactly in the mood to admit that at the moment.

His eyes glanced as another guy entered the room, seeming just as awkward as Percy felt. It was clearly that dudes first time here as well. He snuck his way to the back of the classroom, sitting in a chair alone, as far from everyone else as he could be. He kept glancing around, like he was expecting to get in trouble.

For a moment, Percy realized he was lucky to have Piper here. He could have been forced into an awkward first day with no one at his side, but instead he still had his best friend at his side even when he was being a stubborn ass.

Glancing over, he nudged Piper’s leg gently. She looked back at him, and he could tell she was still mildly annoyed with him.

“Hey, I’m sorry. For real, okay? I’ll give it a chance today at least. Thanks for being here.”

Piper perked up at the words. “No problem. I told you, I’m here with you.”

Glancing back at the kid, Percy saw the girl Piper had went to talk to earlier was sitting in front of him on the chair backwards, eagerly chatting him up. It was clear the guy was still uncomfortable and had no idea who that girl was, but she seemed to be slowly reeling him into a conversation despite his nerves.

Piper followed his gaze.

“Ah. That’s Ashe. She plays violin in the morning, and trumpet in wind ensemble. Dunno the guy, he’s probably new. Ashe can’t leave people like that alone though, if I wasn’t with you she’d probably have chatted you up to make you feel welcome.” She explained.

“Hey Piper.” They both turned around to see a tall blonde guy standing with a bag over his shoulder.

“Oh… uh… hey Jason.” She said, brushing some hair behind her ear.

This definitely caused Percy to raise an eyebrow. So this was Jason. He had heard about him quite a bit before from Piper. Something about a “hot blonde dude.” in band. But she hadn’t gone out with him, so he hadn’t bothered to check him out yet.

“This is Percy.” She offered, nudging Percy’s side.

Jason offered a hand and Percy stood up to shake it.

“Sup, dude.” Was all Percy said, returning Jason’s strong handshake with one of his own.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” Jason offered. “Didn’t expect to see you in band.”

Percy glanced over at Piper, who was squirming mildly uncomfortably in the situation. Which pettily gave Percy a small sense of joy. “I normally wouldn’t be. But things happened.” He replied with a shrug. “I’ve heard about you from her too.” He offered, smirking over at Piper who looked like she was going to murder him in his sleep.

Jason glanced between them, clearly not quite sure of what message they seemed to be sending to each other. He gently patted the side of Percy’s arm. “Still man, it’s good to have you here, if you’re half as cool as Piper says you are. I’m sure you’ll get this a ton of times today, but if you need anything, let me know.”

Percy nodded. “Thanks.”

He gave one last smile to Piper before he moved off to chat with Annabeth.

“He seems nice.” He offered, unable to stop the grin on his face.

Piper glared at him. “You do know I know where you sleep right? Like, I could kill you since you don’t wake up till like 1 on the weekends. Your mom would even let me in the door to do it.”

This earned a genuine laugh from Percy, as he leaned back fully relaxed for the first time since he entered the room.

Despite herself, Piper started laughing too.

“Perseus Jackson.” An older voice called out, making them all turn around.

An older man, the kind of person who’s age seemed to be a mystery, was holding a piece of paper and was scanning the room.

Piper nudged his side. “That’s Chiron, the teacher. Go talk to him, he’s nice.”

Standing up kind of awkwardly he made his way over, ignoring some of the whispers of other students. Most of them didn’t particularly care, but some also recognized his name. Over the past two years, some rumors had gone around about him. He was sure his reputation precedes him. Most of them weren’t true, or just out-of-context stories that made things seemed worse than they were.

The older man stood there, smiling patiently. “Welcome, Perseus. This way please.”

“It’s Percy.” He replied, trying to keep his tone relatively polite. He hated being called his first name. It felt too formal.

“Right, I apologize. Now, take a seat.”

He said as he gestured towards a seat in a small office. He closed the door behind them, sitting on the other side.

“Now I received a call the other day from your mother explaining the… circumstances.”

Percy tensed up, feeling a flush of anger and embarrassment. His mom seriously called his new teacher?

Chiron hardly seemed phased by his sudden tension.

“To be frank, I don’t care what you’ve done in the past or why you’re here. You’re one of my students now, and that means you’re a part of the family.”

Percy scoffed at that, it sounded like cliche bullcrap.

Chiron raised an eye but continued. “Even if you don’t see it that way, it’s true. There are many students in this group that take band very seriously, and as long as you’re here, that means they will care for you too. Whether you like it or not.”

Shiting slightly at the words, Percy couldn’t really think of anything to say, sassy or otherwise.

“Now I don’t expect you to fall in love with band when your hand is being forced. All I ask is that you show it some respect. Not because I’m asking you too, but because there are other students here who love it, and others who are just trying to make the best out of their time here. Is that fair to you?”

He asked patiently. Percy had to admit he was a bit off guard. He was used to being talked down to by adults. Being told what he needed to do, why he was screwing up. As if he didn’t already know. But Chiron was different. He was talking to him with respect.

Before he really thought about it, Percy was nodding. “Fine.”

Chiron beamed like he had given him the best news of his week. “Thank you, my boy. Now that that’s aside, the other reason I called you aside is simple. What musical experience do you have?”

Tugging at the hem of his beanie, Percy shrugged. “Not much. I was a drummer for a band for a few years before he kinda stopped. Never read music or anything, just kind of went with the flow.”

Chiron nodded. “That’s good. That means you probably have a solid rhythm. I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine in percussion. Normally it wouldn’t be much of a deal, but due to the lateness of your joining, and that marching band is usually reserved for students on their second year of band at least, things are a bit tricky. Due to the higher strain of marching and playing. However, your mother was quite insistent, and assured me that you would do better with Ms. McLean in the class.”

Percy wasn’t sure if he was still embarrassed his mom talked to his teacher, or grateful she was still trying to keep him with Piper. “I’ll be fine.” He muttered out of reflex.

“I’m sure.” Chiron said dryly, but his warm smile showed he was merely amused.

“Would you mind playing a little for me? It really will help me get a better grasp of you. After all, music theory, while fundamentally invaluable, will only take you so far. I’m sure you’ll agree, fancy theories only get you so far when it’s time to sit down and play.”

The corner of his mouth quirked upwards. It seemed at least his music teacher wasn’t going to be some stuff old guy who yelled at them about scales the entire time. “For sure, on stage they don’t care how much you studied, only how well you can play.”

“Exactly, now then. Shall we?” He said, standing up and gesturing him out of the room.

Percy tugged his beanie a little farther down but followed him out.

He was lead to the back corner of the room where a drum set was set up next to a piano.

Pausing, Percy looked around. “Right now?”

A wry smile crossed Chiron’s lips. “I never expected you to be performance shy.”

Despite himself, Percy prickled at the challenge. “I just didn’t want to get yelled at for the noise.”

Chiron laughed at the remark. “Drums aren’t the only loud instrument out there, and you’ll see we make plenty of noise, and not all of it pleasant.” He said with a laugh.

Pausing, Percy looked around. “I don’t have my sticks with me…”

“Here, you can use mine. The spares we have kinda suck.” A voice cut in.

Looking up, he saw the guy from earlier, Jason, holding out a pair of drumsticks.

Percy looked at them for a moment, before nodding. “Thanks.”

Percy sat down as he saw Piper approaching, a grin on her face. “Well this isn’t something I’ve heard in a while. I wonder if you’ll still suck.” She said, sticking her tongue out.

Rolling his eyes at her, he went back to adjusting the different parts to be a feel a bit more natural for him. “You hung out at band practice a lot for someone who thinks I suck.”

Piper leaned against the piano until Chiron glared at her and she moved away from it to lean against the wall, looking apologetic. “You still sucked. But you’re my friend so I had to deal with.” She countered.

Percy just snickered. “Well it’s been a while but I dunno. I think I’ll still manage.”

He hesitated for a moment, seeing a bunch of the eyes in the room now on him as they saw the new kid sitting down at the drumset with people gathered around. Even that hot blonde was now watching him curiously.

He hesitated, not sure what to play. He usually was with a band when he played.

“Here.” Piper said, stepping over and handing him an earbud. It was blaring Holiday by Green Day. He shot her a grateful look, glad he had at least something to stick to.

Chiron gave Piper a curious glance, but she shrugged. “It’s easier if he has something to play off to start.”

Chiron just nodded, trusting her word.

Percy started playing, and he could feel the whole room suddenly acutely aware of the loud noise he was making. He was a bit shaky, but muscle memory was a gift. He had played the song so many times, he was transitioning from the different patterns to the different fills without much trouble.

Chiron merely listened, tapping his foot along with the song, watching him carefully.

Percy closed his eyes as he tried to focus on the music, feeling a familiar ache in his out of practice muscles as he tried to keep up with the song, not screwing up the fills when he needed to put one in.

Around him, Annabeth seemed impressed, Piper was grinning and mouthing the words to the song, and Jason looked approving. Ashe was off to the side, looking stumped as if she couldn’t recognize the song. Piper mouthed the name to her and her eyes lit up, before she started singing along.

For a few moments, Percy felt like all his problems were gone. He was back with his friends, playing in their garage, making plenty of noise and rocking out. Eventually the song ended and he took out the earbud, setting down the drumsticks and looking around feeling a bit self conscious.

Piper was grinning ear to ear at him. There was some light applause before Piper walked over and clasped him on the back, before giving him a hug from the side. “I missed seeing you play music.” She confessed in a disarmingly honest tone. Percy wanted to press her about it, but they were still in class after all. That could wait.

Jason walked over and he handed him back his sticks. “Thanks.”

“Not bad, man. I could hear exactly where you were the song and you didn’t really speed up much.” Jason offered, glancing at Chiron.

Chiron nodded. “It was very good. You definitely have a good rhythm, and you have the spirit of a drummer for sure.” He explained. “Like Jason said, you only sped up a little as you went on. But then again, if you didn’t rush the song while playing the drums I’d be a little worried.”

“Hey!” Annabeth and Jason said definitely at the same time.

The rest of the class laughed and Percy glanced over to Piper. “Percussionists can and will always increase the tempo of every song, whether they want to or not.”

He glanced over at Annabeth, but she just defiantly looked over to the side. “Sometimes…”

Standing up, Percy laughed. Okay, so band kids could be a little fun at least.

“That’s enough for now Percy.” Chiron offered before turning to Annabeth. “One more student I would like to talk to then we’ll start.”

“Mr. Glacias, would you mind coming with me?”

The boy who had entered alone, and was still mostly alone since Ashe had left was staring like a deer in the headlights. “Uh… yeah. No problem, sir.”

He followed him back into the room much like Percy had while Percy took a seat again.

Piper was at his side, still grinning at him. “You did well for being so rusty.”

Shrugging, Percy couldn’t fight the prideful smirk on his face. “You chose a good song. I would have floundered if you hadn’t helped me out.”

“You really did do well.” Annabeth said, sitting on the seat in front of him, leaning against the back of it. “Do you know any theory?”

His smile faltered and he looked away. “Not really.”

Annabeth shrugged. “Not a huge deal. Neither does Piper.”

“Screw you Chase, I know plenty.”

“Bite me, McLean.” Annabeth countered, grinning at his best friend.

“But for real, no one starts out knowing. You’ll have to study quite a bit to catch up, but a lot of percussion isn’t too heavy on it. Mallets will just be difficult for you for a while. Jason and I can cover them while you learn.

He tried to hide his groan at the word study, but judging by Annabeth’s amused smile he didn’t do a good job. “I take it you aren’t fond of studying. If you get stuck, let me know and I can help you. I’m pretty good at it and I’ve taught others before so I’m sure I could help a little.”

Percy nodded, relieved. “I may take you up on that offer.”

Another girl walked over. “Hey, Annabeth. Did you recognize that guy’s last name? It sounds familiar…”

Annabeth shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve heard it. Maybe it’s a sports thing? Oh, and this is Reyna, Percy.” Annabeth introduced.

Percy looked over to the one woman who looked even more intimidating than Annabeth did. She shifted her gaze to him before smiling gently. “Good job on the drums. Green Day was a good choice. I’m the other Drum Major with Annabeth, and I’ve been here since freshman year too so if you have a problem, let me know.” She explained, before they all saw Chiron leave the office again with that guy from earlier. He once again moved over to the corner and Percy’s eyebrows raised. Was that quiet kid really a drummer too?

Instead of the set though, he moved over to the piano.

This time Ashe was right against the piano, clearly interested in whatever he was about to play. He looked even more nervous than Percy had about being put on the spot to play. Percy saw him glance up at Ashe, then nod and start playing.

Immediately Percy’s Jaw dropped. The tune vaguely sounded familiar, but it was just impressive. Even Piper looked impressed. “Isn’t that like… Mozart?” She asked, looking over at Annabeth.

Annabeth nodded, her eyes still watching the piano carefully. “Mozart’s Piano Sonata Number 16, I think.”

Percy was impressed. His fingers were moving fast in a well practiced way. Eventually he trailed off, looking up at Chiron.

There was another small applause for him, like Percy. “Very well done, Tyler. You might be the best at Piano we have this year.” He said, glancing over at Annabeth who laughed. “I can’t do that.” She said, scoffing. “May I ask you to play something perhaps a little faster? A little less rehearsed. I only ask because a half-time performance is different from a recital.”

Tyler nodded, thinking for a moment. He glanced around the room, before his eyes met Percy’s for a moment.

He fiddled with a few chords for a moment, as if working something out in his head. Then he slowly started playing a chord progression that sounded familiar. After a moment it dawned on him as Percy and Piper looked at each other. “Is that?” He asked.

“I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies…” Piper sang in time. “He’s playing Holiday too.” She said incredulously.

Percy just laugh, grinning at the guy. “I’ve never heard this on piano before, that’s actually kinda dope.”

The guy just grinned, continuing to play a bit before trailing off.”

Chiron nodded. “It seems you can play by ear pretty well and have a fundamental understanding of chords. I noticed you were sticking to a scale. Thank you T-”

“Hold on.” The girl named Ashe cut in, leaning on the piano to look at him. “Play something you enjoy.”

He looked up, surprised. “What?” He asked, clearly caught off guard. “Mozart was beautiful but clearly rehearsed. Holiday was copying Percy’s song. What do you like to play? Not to perform for a teacher or class.”

“Ashe, I don’t think you should pressure him.” Chiron cut in, his voice gently warning her.

Ashe flinched slightly, but continued to look at Tyler.

“There she goes again.” Annabeth muttered, rolling her eyes. “She gets an idea in her head and focuses on it.”

“Like you’re one to talk.” Jason said, sitting next to her.

“Watch it Jason.” She threatened, swatting his arm.

“Percy was clearly having a blast while he played. I know you love the piano. I- We wanna see what the piano is to you. You already passed the audition, so now just play for us.” Ashe continued, clearly provoking him.

Chiron had a small frown on his face, but was staying silent to see how the boy responded.

Percy saw him sit up a little straighter, his eyes closing for a moment and Percy felt a slight tension in the air as everyone wondered what he would play next.

He staggered the first notes of the chord slightly and a chill went down Percy’s spine.

He continued through some chords and it dawned on Percy what song it was.

“Wise men say, only fools rush in.

But I can’t help falling in love with you.”

A female voice cut in in time. Her voice was enchanting and he looked over to see Ashe singing.

“Shall I stay, would it be a sin?” She continued to sing.

Tyler looked surprised to see her singing, but a massive smile crept across his face as they faced each other, in their duet.

Percy glanced over to Annabeth, and he saw her entranced by the song, all the usual edge to her lost as she just looked gently at the piano. Percy realized she was incredibly beautiful in that moment. Her eyes shifted over and met his, and she offered him a small smile that made his chest feel warm.

Embarrassed he looked over and saw Piper glancing over at Jason and they both seemed to be blushing.

Eventually the rather short song ended, and Tyler ended with a few more chords.

There was a beat, before a loud round of applause broke out, even Chiron clapping slightly.

Ashe was just standing there, still staring at him for a few more moments before she must have caught herself. “That… was good. That was what I wanted to hear.” She said, her previous confidence gone. She quickly turned away, and hurried to the other side of Annabeth, and plopped down in a seat, covering her face with her hands. Percy noticed her ears and the back of her neck were red.

“Well that’s enough fun for now. Now if everyone will find a seat, I’ll go over the syllabus for this class.”

Tyler moved to a seat near the back of the classroom, still alone until Jason moved over next to him after seeing Ashe was still apparently a blushing mess and he didn’t want to leave the guy alone.

Chiron’s explanation had been rather brief, but outlined the basics of their schedule, leading up to their first marching band performance and the goals for the season.

“I know I left some gaps, but we’ll explain more as it becomes relevant. For now, everyone should work on making sure they have access to their instruments, or filling out the paperwork to rent one of ours. Also the paperwork to ensure we have permission to transport you for competitions. As well as working on the fee. Now though, you’re dismissed and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

Percy put his papers away into his binder, texting his mom that he had papers for her to sign because he knew he was going to forget it.

He glanced over, seeing Piper chatting with Jason and Percy laughed to himself. She was brushing her hair back behind her ear, and shifting her weight a lot. Exactly how she looked when flirting with someone.

Turning his attention back as he waited for her, he saw Ashe finally approaching Tyler again.

“Sorry for singing during your song.” She confessed, not meeting his eyes for more than a moment.

Tyler shook his head. “No! Thank you, I mean. Your voice is very pretty. It was nice to have someone sing along.”

Ashe nodded. “Well, thank you and sorry for pressuring you. I knew you had even more beautiful playing hidden and I was greedy and wanted to hear it. Thank you for indulging me. I’ll see you around, okay?” She asked, glancing back at him again.

Tyler nodded. “Yeah… uh… that’d be cool.”

She excused herself and hurried away.

Piper came back a moment later and Percy smirked. “Did you get his number?”

Punching his arm, Piper huffed. “Shut up. Let’s go. Besides, I got it last year.”

She offered, laughing at Percy’s shocked look as she started walking to her car.

They climbed in and Piper was still snickering. “It was at the end of the year last year. I asked on the last day so if he said no I could avoid him for a few months. It’s just as friends. It’s no big deal.”

“For now.” Percy countered.

Shrugging, Piper started her car. “For now. But enough about that, how was band?”

Percy leaned back in her seat, thinking about the whole experience. “It was… better than I thought. Chiron seems cool. People really like music there, and I like their passion. I’m still not convinced that the classes wont suck and I’m not excited for theory, whatever that really is. But… it could be worse. It still beats math and stuff.

Piper was beaming at him like a proud mom. She reached over, and tousled his hair. “Thank you for giving it a shot. Seriously. I love it, but I always thought it would be cooler with you in it so I’m glad my best friend is there.”

Percy perked up a bit at the compliment.

“Now since you were such a good boy.” She said, mocking him clearly. “Lunch is on me. Let’s go.”

Percy grinned as she pulled out of the parking lot, his thoughts swirling between a mix of drums, music, and a certain blonde girl’s soft expression as Piper cranked up the music.

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cptnsantiago · 4 years

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take me home

4/?

~ snow storm

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“Jake, the storm is only getting worse.”

Amy can barely see outside, the fog so dense that she’s holding on to any solid part of the car to prepare for the worst. “I’ve only met your mom twice but she’s scary so I’m not getting you home late.”

“I think my mom would appreciate it more if I made it home alive.” Amy retorts, scrolling through her phone slowly “We’ve been carpooling this trip for 2 years and the weather has never been this bad… And look! I just found a B&B half a mile from here!”

“Ugh fine,” Jake huffs, “But I’m indulging in the mini bar and won’t take any judgement!”

“Okay, waste your money. I’m just going to do the wise thing and sleep now that there are no finals to worry about.” Amy tells him, “Turn left.”

“Please, I know you’ve already started your little study calendar thingy on your desk.” Jake follows her directions with ease, laughing.

Amy had been introduced to Jake through their mutual friend Rosa in their first year of college. Amy had known Rosa her entire life, their moms having bonded through night classes years before they were born and they had been inseparable since. This then made Amy and Rosa inseparable. So when Rosa took up criminal psychology in her first year of college, Rosa met Jake and thus Amy made an acquaintance with him.

She was certain if they had met under different circumstances they would either be best friends or Amy would avoid him because he was just a certain type of annoying. The type being unbearably obsessed with Die Hard and not really knowing when to shut up about it. But they hung out on a semi regular occurrence, so they were good acquaintances.

Their arrangement was convenient. They were both at university in Brooklyn and unlike Rosa’s family, their family did not move from New Jersey to be closer to them. So every summer, every Christmas and every spring break they would drive home and back to college together.

And now she was going to be stuck with Jake in a B&B until the storm cleared. It wasn’t the end of the world, no - Amy did like Jake. Most of the time they hung out together they were either drunk or they were drunk with Rosa. The two and a half hour drive usually was spent with light chatter where Jake would eventually fall asleep or Amy would start reading.

Stuck in a snowstorm, together, with no alcohol.

It wouldn’t be bad, she just thought it was going to be interesting. The nervous feeling only builds once they arrive at the B&B and learn that the only room they have available is one with a double bed. One double bed.

Jake acts like it’s no big deal, they were adults and could maturely share a bed without it being a whole thing. Amy’s read fanfiction, it’s always a thing. She doesn’t mention anything though because she knew one thing definitively; Jake would never let it go.

He still remembered (and brought up quite frequently) that she was the Finger Queen at typing camp one year. So there was no bringing up the Star Wars fanfiction she read on occasion; or worse, the one time she wrote one herself. Jake didn’t lie when he said he would raid the mini fridge. Immediately he took out the drinks and snacks and dumped them on the bed, following them by jumping gracefully into the soft bed.

“What exactly is your plan?” Amy snorts, placing her own bag gently by the bedside table and sitting next to him.

“Get drunk, watch Die Hard probably.” Jake shrugs simply as he finds the remote. “Then fall asleep snuggled by your side to keep warm from the horrible storm.”

“Do you like any movie but Die Hard?” Amy shakes her head, disguising her disgust so that he doesn’t straight up die from shock. “We’re absolutely not watching it.”

“Of course I like other movies!” Jake retorts with a light chuckle, “I just love Die Hard.”

“Oh god.” Amy finally rolls properly onto the bed, burying her face into the pillow.

“Okay, another movie I like…” Jake ponders, and he’s quiet for a few minutes which catches Amy’s attention. “OH! Star Wars! My mom wants to see the new one with me when I get home.”

“Are you serious Jake?” Amy groans, her complete attention now on him. “All these years and you’ve been talking about Die Hard non-stop when we could have been talking about Star Wars? You’re actually messing with me.”

“It’s never come up!” Jake starts giggling, tipping his head back as the laughter gets stronger.

“That’s because you never shut up about Die Hard.” Jake only mimics her face in reply, “Why don’t we watch it? I just got Disney plus last week.”

“Oh?” Jake raised an eyebrow at her, “I did the free trial but I have no money. Zero dollars. College sucks.”

“Maybe you’d have money if you didn’t take everything from the minibar.”

“This is my Christmas present to myself!” Jake counters, turning the TV on.

“I’m not even gonna respond to that.” Amy rolls off the bed again to take out her laptop and it’s only a few short minutes before the beginning notes of the movie plays on the mediocre flat screen in front of them.

“Do you have any theories for the next-” Amy quickly shushes him, not so gently covering his mouth with her hand.

“Not surprised you’re a talker but don’t.” Amy whispers, “I like to hear to movie, we can talk after.”

She’s surprised that he stays quiet for the remainder of the movie. Jake was without fail the loudest person she knew, louder than her brothers. There were only a few comments and laughs shared between them - it even got flirty between them. Amy had never spent this much time alone with Jake and she didn’t expect them to get along without them being drunk. But they were both sober (he finally admitted he couldn’t afford the mini bar) and he was telling every dumb Star Wars joke ever said - she was genuinely having a good time.

Things only got weird again when she starts yawning and he’s suggesting they go to bed. It had been a good night so there was no reason that had to change. Amy would be an adult about it, and maybe she was actually wrong about Jake being an immature child obsessed with an action movie. Jake was a smart and capable adult, compassionate and funny and obsessed with an action movie to no end.

Climbing into bed, Jake is already facing her propped up on his arm. “Now that we aren’t watching the movie wanna talk about theories?”

“Okay, hit me.” Amy shifts so she’s in the same position.

With her permission, he launches into a long spiel of theories. Ones he had seen on the internet and some that he thought of himself when he had been putting off his study. “But my favourite part of the sequels are Finn and Poe, and I know Disney sucks so they probably won’t get together but I have this whole idea of how they could.”

Jake continues to ramble on about his idea, and her stomach drops as he continues because she knew this idea all too well. It was one of her favourite fanfictions. But there was no way - no way there was a not awkward way to ask, and no way Jake could write a story so beautiful.

“Jake, I have a strange question.” Amy sits up, twisting her hands.

“What is it?” Jake looks concerned at the change of her behaviour and that only makes her more nervous.

“Did you write blink back to let me know? Th-the story?” Amy avoids his eyes, so she doesn’t see them crinkle up as he begins to laugh.

“Who would’ve guessed? Amy Santiago is a big enough of a nerd to read fanfiction!” Jake prods at her twisted hands to gain her attention. “I did write that. Small world, huh?”

“You’re not embarrassed?”

“No, I love Finn and Poe a lot.” Jake levels himself to Amy. “It’s just a fun hobby.”

“A hobby? That is my favourite fanfic, Jake. You’re amazing!” Amy waves her hands around, obviously flustered. “You’re you and you wrote that and it’s so beautiful but it came from your weirdo brain! I just need a sec.”

“The most important thing is did you give me kudos?” Jake teases.

“Jake it’s literally bookmarked on my phone.” Amy makes a move to prove it and his draw drops when he sees it open on her phone.

“I’m flattered!”

“I’m so confused.”

“Oh come on!” Jake scoffs with another laugh, “Surely it’s not that surprising that I have an adorably romantic side to me!”

“It’s completely surprising!” Amy sucked in a breath when he winked at her, “But I like it.”

Amy isn’t surprised to find herself cuddled to Jake when she wakes up. Stupid tropes that Jake apparently loves to write about.

She couldn’t help that it was freezing and needed the extra body heat to stay alive in the old B&B. Looking outside she finds that the storm had fizzled out and their landscape was completely covered in fluffy white snow. It would be a little while before they would be able to leave; she can hear the snow plow a few streets over so as soon as it cleared the street they were on, they could leave.

Jake is still asleep when she exits the bathroom, dressed and ready for the day. He was almost as cute asleep as he was when he went on about his stories. Even when he didn’t shut up about Die Hard he was cute.

Usually Amy didn’t care for crushes. No guy was ever enticing enough for her to want to get all giggly over. But right now Amy wanted to press kisses on his face until he woke up and smiled the dumb dopey grin he did when he would fall asleep in the car. She remembers thinking he was cute then, but never thought to act on it, he was too immature.

“Morning writer boy.” Amy pokes his cheek a few times, laughing as he attempts to snuggle further into the bed. “Come on, we need to be ready to leave soon.”

Jake makes extremely unintelligible noises and it has Amy rolling her eyes, “Words of a poet.”

He takes a pillow next to him, throwing it at Amy as he rolls out of bed. It takes him only a few minutes to walk to the bathroom, so Amy was hopeful that they would be able to check out by the deadline. Jake takes an extra five minutes over the check out time but the old lady at reception gives them a break, calling them an adorable couple as they arrive at the desk bickering.

“Hey, uh, since the street hasn’t been cleared…” Jake turns to Amy after he closes the trunk of her car. Amy tilts her head at him, and she has to hide her smile because his nervousness was making her nervous. “Do you wanna go see Star Wars?”

Amy lets out a short laugh, “I… What about your mom?”

“I think she’d be fine if I saw it with someone else if she knew it was a date…” Jake shrugs at her, and his blush was most certainly not from the cold. “The movie theatre is a just a couple of blocks away.”

“A date?” Amy tucks the loose strands of hair back behind her ears, and her heart is beating so loud and this is not what she expected from a road trip with Jake.

“I, uh, it’s okay if you don’t wanna!” Jake trips over his words for a moment, “I just think you’re super cool and I’ve thought about it for ages but I thought you didn’t like me or something and last night…”

Amy interrupts him with a step forward and a soft peck to his cheek. It turns out he could go more pink. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

Jake offers his arm and she takes the hint quickly, her arm sliding around his bicep. “Now do you wanna make bets on who they’re gonna kill off?”

#my fics #b99 fanfiction #peraltiago fic #jake x amy fic #peraltiago

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takaraphoenix · 5 years

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Review: Barbie & her Sisters - the Great Puppy Adventure

I really, really liked this movie! So far, my top 10 have been made up from majorly the earlier movies - 8/10 were from the first 16 movies and keep in mind, there’s 36 in total and this is movie number 31. Out of the past 15 movies, only 2 made it into my top 10. This is the third, effectively kicking Rapunzel out of the top ten and sliding into my number 8 right away.

When I looked at the title, I was fully prepared for this to just be The Horse Movie all over again but this time with dogs. And I really did not like The Horse Movie (it is currently one of my five worst ranked movies).

It wasn’t! Not even a little bit!

While yes, Skipper was still the tech obsessed gen z kid they seem to want her to be, this time around she was not absolutely dependant on it and didn’t prioritize it over “real life fun” in that cringey “baby boomer wrote this and thinks it’s funny that the gen z kid relies so much on technology” way - her tech was useful in the mission, she never lost out of sight that she was spending time with her sisters and she was a real fun character here.

Stacie too - she was the driving force in this movie, instead of just The Jock type that she had been so far in the “actually about Barbie as a character”-movies.

And how Shelly - Chelsea, why did they change her name, just... why, you can’t after decades revamp a character so much that you just... create a new one basically? Or is Shelly supposed to be short for Chelsea like Barbie is just a nickname and her real name is Barbara?? - had her own plotline of wanting to make memories of her own was nice too.

The puppies too! The puppies were actual, proper characters! This is something I missed a lot! In the majority of Barbie movies, the animal sidekick just exists to be cute and thus to sell more toys, let’s be real. They rarely ever get to do something useful or helpful or be more of a character than just “cutie who follows Barbie around”. But here the puppies had their own agenda, even their own growth - well, at least Barbie’s puppy had that.

The dogs weren’t just a gimmick like the horse in The Horse Movie. They also talked, that was an added bonus - I mean, not with the humans, but among each other. I just love talking animals.

There’s two issues I do have though.

I genuinely think that killing off the grandpa was unnecessary and having him be alive would have actually improved the movie. Because... he could have as well been there, searching for the treasure with his grandchildren? The fact that they were all visiting their grandma but the only times they spent time with her was when grandma cooked a meal for them was kind of off-throwing for me personally, who as a kid when I visited my grandparents actually did something with them together, you know. So it’d have tied it nicer together if grandpa had been alive and had gone on the adventure with them, I don’t think it would have majorly impacted the plot had there been an additional character along for the journey. And the whole “I wish grandpa would be here to see this, this was always his dream” thing just falls flat when you literally never met said dead character before.

The other issue is that... the villains were... unnecessary. They added nothing to the plot, they didn’t even affect the girls’ search in any way or shape? Even when the villain then cornered them at the end, they fell flat in that all of them got locked in together and then the puppies tied the bad guys up. I had assumed they’d be in quicker than the girls, grab the treasure and try to make away with it and the girls would have to chase them. But they did just absolutely nothing aside from maybe minorly padding the runtime with their little scenes of scheming - and I’d have much preferred them to pad with more of Barbie and her supposed best friend because that dynamic fell a little flat, if adding to the runtime was the only purpose those bad guys had.

All they did was lurk in the shadows, watch from afar and then, when they did something - stealing the backpack and thus the clues - that was resolved within the shortest time too. So... the movie would have wonderfully worked with just the girls on a treasure hunt without the bad guys.

And, just an obligatory mention - how to tell a baby boomer wrote a movie: They’re seriously pretending a person born in 2000 doesn’t know what a VHS tape is. Seriously. Chelsea who is like five, yeah I buy that in 2015 a five year old doesn’t know what a VHS tape is, but a fifteen year old sure as hell does, because she was a little “let’s watch Disney movies!” girl during times where people still wildly believed “This new DVD nonsense isn’t going to stick around” and majorly stuck with VHS, or simply still had VHS still by default - you know, because they have a five years older daughter (*cough* Barbie *cough*) already for whom they bought movies on VHS during her childhood so they certainly didn’t just throw out all the VHS and immediately replaced them with DVD when DVD first came out.

Just... this is a huge baby boomer trope to write that annoys me. Because they’ve been around in 2000, they very well know that VHS tapes still existed in 2000 and beyond.

But yes, small details that could have improved the movie aside, this was a genuinely fun and absolutely adorable and delightful and even funny movie! As a huge nerd for a good treasure hunt, I totally loved it!

#Barbie & her sisters in the Great Puppy Adventure #Barbie Movies #Barbie Movie Reviews

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cchellacat · 5 years

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How did stumble upon the bucky fandom?

You’re really going to wish you hadn’t asked. I’ve had this written for months!

It’s utterly loco. Itwasn’t as if it was love at first sight, or even second sight. It’s like you see the same guy in passingfor years, nod say hello and carry on with your day. Then one day, bam! He’s saying hello and it’slike a veil has been lifted from your eyes. Choirs of angels singing, heavens bells ringing in your ears, earthquakes, the world tilting on its axis, gravity taking on a new origin point, anew true north, suddenly I’m no longer orbiting the sun, oh no, my new sun justbarged right in and drew me out of my orbit and into his. It’s like the matrix glitched and althougheverything still seems the same on the surface, the truth is that everythinghas changed and it can never go back to how it once was, nothing will ever bethe same again. My own personal serpentand apple moment. New flash, I ate thebloody apple. Took the blue pill andthere is no way back out of this rabbit hole.

The worst part? Idon’t even know how it happened. It’snot like I was out looking for it. I wasminding my own sodding business, going through the motions of my usualroutine. It was April, the end of Apriland I was looking for some new fan-fiction to read. I chose a pairing I hadn’t read before,nothing odd about that, I choose new pairings every other week onaverage. That days pairing? Darcy and Bucky.

I like to be able to hear the characters I’mreading about so I went to YouTube to look at some clips of the two actors whoplay the parts. Well, look how thatturned out. I listened to some clips ofBucky and decided the sample wasn’t big enough to get a good idea in my head ofwhat he sounded like so I typed Sebastian Stan into the search box and watchedsome fan vids and some clips of him taking on other roles.

That’s when it started. I was seeing all these characters he had played and it slowly dawned onme that I had seen him so much over the years and never realised it was thesame guy.

Wow, that is some serioustalent, I thought. I never recognised ordrew a connection between his various roles. There was Cater, the little shit, whom I had loved on Gossip Girl andlooked forward to seeing just because his presence could overturn the applecart beautifully.

Then there was TJ whoI had completely fallen in love with on Political Animals, he was a mess, butso vulnerable and heartrendingly lost.

Jefferson from OUAT, that blindsided me alittle, I adored Jefferson and had been so disappointed to see him not comeback to that role, he was a much better love interest for Emma I had thought.

I loved the movie, The Martian, do you knowwho I completely didn’t notice yet again? That’s right, Sebastian Stan, playingChris Beck! How does one man look andact so differently, even sound different enough that me, who notices so muchwhen it comes to shows and movies suddenly got blindsided by a guy who is myfreaking age?

Confused by all of this I want back and watched episodes andmovies again and was blown away. Thisguy isn’t just cute, he’s got talent. Like, on a level of OMFG. Talentwith a capital Oscar. Why is he not ahousehold name? He should be gettingbigger and better roles than this, he’s amazing, he can do anything and he canmake me cry. Do you know how hard it isto make someone as cynical and inured to sadness as I am cry? It’s pretty freakin hard.

This isn’t even the last of it. The man is adorkable. He’s a space nerd, watched the x-files andgenerally did the same silly shit I did as a teen. He’s not some suave playboy with a list ofconquests he’s just an ordinary, sometime confused guy who has the mostbeautiful eyes I’ve ever had the pleasure of looking at.

His eyes, I could write a sonnet to those frickin eyes, butcould I tell you what colour they are? No. I have no idea. The closest I could get was that they werethe colour of the ocean after a storm, what colour is that I hear you say? Beautiful. Yes, I just quoted Friends (Or was it HIMYM?), but in this one instance it’s totallyjustified.

Next on the list of reasons Sebastian Stan should be lockedup, his smile. OMFG, that smile, thoselips, those adorable teeth, before and after dental. The before teeth were just the sexiestthough. It made his smile a little bitnaughty and racy, made my tummy do flips and made me fucking giggle. Yes I said giggle, like some inane preteenblushing at some Disney channel heartthrob. Its embarrassing.

He consumes my thoughts through out the day. I find myself daydreaming about him for hoursat a time, this is not healthy. Butwhat’s a girl to do when she gets swept off her feet every time she seems abloody picture of the man?

You remember that sort of sick nervous feeling you get whenyou crush hard on someone and just thinking about them gives you thrills andanxiety in equal measure, that’s been my life for months now. When I see a pic or a video of him that Ihaven’t seen before it’s like seeing him for the first time all over again. Like the universe is reaching out to remind mehe exists, if feels like a punch to the gut, all the breath leaves my body andmy insides turn into knots. I don’t havebutterfly in my tummy, it’s as if a freaking flock of Crebain flew through me,each out tearing out a tiny piece of my heart and soul.

He owns me. Everyatom of my being has cleaved to him seemingly without my forethought orpermission. I didn’t want any of this, Ididn’t ask for it. I was content, damnit. I was free. Now I will never be free again. He has me, hook, line and sinker. There is nopower on this earth that could change my mind about him.

The most wonderfuck and tragic part of all of this? I love him, not because he is perfect, butbecause he is imperfect. He shows us histruth, or at least enough of it to capture our unfailing and unwaveringloyalty. His truth is that he is ashuman as you or I.

His honesty makes him vulnerable in a way I find incrediblyattractive. He respects the peoplearound him. He reaches out when he can,just to help. He understands, empathisesand is deeply compassionate. I bothcurse and thank the universe for him everyday.

My life is ruined, my heart sore and tired and I will beforever changed on such a fundamental level that I may never recognise who ambecoming till it is too late. I onlyhope that I can shake off this spell eventually. Okay, so a huge part of me doesn’t, that partof me wants to love him forever and never let him go. Christ on a cracker I’m pathetic. I don’t even know why I started to writethis. I guess I just needed to get someof this off my chest and let my feelings bleed out all over my laptop. Mission accomplished for now.

And that’s how it all began! I am so embarrased I even wrote this, but you know what, I don’t care right now! Thanks for asking!

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crowkingwrites · 5 years

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Username: InfernalHeir

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton X Reader

For this one, I decided to combine two fic requests.

Words: 3474 // Ao3 Link //Game of Thrones Masterlist

You pressed ‘post’ on your most recent blogpost detailing yet another day in the thoughts of your mind. Of course, not many people would read about another female college student, but you had your followers. Some were your friends who enjoyed your writing, others were book nerds, but you loved them all.

One person would always comment and like your posts, but you never knew who. You asked your friends, but all of them claimed it wasn’t them. You clicked on the profile only to learn that this user had no posts of their own. Only their username: InfernalHeir.

Some days the user bothered you. Asking personal questions you’d rather not answer. Other times InfernalHeir would be sweet. Complimenting your writing, intelligence, and kindness. Still, you’d wondered who it was.

*Ding! Ding!*

A notification on your phone went off, and there it was. ‘InfernalHeir has liked your post’. You shrugged it off and turned in for the night. You had an early exam in the morning in American Western History. Some students preferred to stay up late, but you enjoyed your early bedtime. You curled up with another book and a cup of warm tea.

The next morning, you walked out of your first class feeling slightly defeated. A fast-talking, excited blonde walked alongside you.

“Can you believe that? Another Disney Channel star going into rehab,” she shook her head and stared at her phone. “That’s sad. That says something about Disney. Geez. What do you wanna do for lunch?”

“Gabe?” you replied.

“Oh right! Gabe! I almost forgot,” she said. “This is why I have you. I swear to god I wouldn’t survive without you. I’ll text Gabe back. Think he’ll meet us in the dining hall?”

Hillary was the type of friend who went out and partied every weekend. She was also the friend who had too many friends on facebook. Most people envied you for being her very best friend. Hillary stuck to you like Shaggy stuck to sandwiches. She was your only true friend, and you loved her dearly.

“So, Gabe texted us back. He’s down with the dining hall. But, he’s not alone. He’s got people with him. Including Tony,” Hillary wiggled her eyebrows. Your face started to turn red. You tried to hide yourself in your books. “You gotta talk to him!”

“I don’t know,” your voice trailed off.

“Oh come on! He totally likes you!” Hillary kept talking. “And you guys would be such a cute couple! Seriously! Like think of every bookish, quiet girl, right? And then think about like every athletic dude, right? Like you guys are Hollywood-movie-dream couple, ok? You have to talk to him!”

“You really think he likes me?” you said with a little bit of confidence.

“Honey! It’s so obvi!” Hillary threw her hands in the air. “He smiles at you all the time. He always likes your pics on Instagram. Like do you need any other sign?”

You smiled to yourself as you both walked through the doors of the dining hall. You saw Gabe from a mile away. His purple afro stood out against everyone else in the room. He wore a shirt stained with all different colors of paint. The college basketball team surrounded him and Tony. Tony stuffed his mouth full of spaghetti and meatballs.

“Gabe!” Hillary shouted out. A smile came to Gabe’s face.

“There’s my big girl! What’s up, mama?!” Gabe laughed and embraced Hillary. She giggled.

“You gotta stop callin’ me mama!”

“I’ll stop calling you mama when you stop cookin’ like my Mama, alright?” Gabe flirted with her. “What’s up, Y/N?”

You smiled and nodded at Gabe. Hillary tried to drg you to parties all of the time. She simply couldn’t understand why you hated people. People were great! Gabe would stick up for you when you ran out of excuses for Hillary. He knew you were only just shy. Gabe nodded back at you.

“Y/N!” Tony shouted for you. He patted a seat next to him. You glanced back at Hillary who pushed you Tony’s way. You happily took your seat next to him. Tony smelled of the woods at midday and apples baking into a pie. Every time you sat close to him, you wished you could give him a long hug.

“Hi,” you managed to say.

“Hey you,” Tony nudged you. “How are you today?” You felt butterflies in your tummy. Their wings tickled your insides. It brought a big smile to your face.

“I’m good,” you smiled.

“Good. Good,” Tony nodded, smiling back. Every day it was like this. A smile here. A question there. Your shyness prevented you from doing any actual talking to Tony. He made you nervous. If you messed up in front of him, you’d fear you would never show your face in front of him again. Days like this made you feel helpless in every sense.

You started to write your daily blog post for the night. A familiar song came on your Spotify, and you smiled because the timing was too perfect.

Hi everyone!

I can’t help myself anymore. If I don’t put this into writing, I might explode! There’s this guy I can’t stop thinking about. He’s tall and sweet and every time I see him I wanna just collapse into his arms and never leave. I feel so ~helpless~ (Ah! AH! Hamilton reference anyone??) And its sooooooooooooooooooo perfect that Taylor Swift started to play. Now, I’m listening to You Belong With Me, and fuck! These feels guys!! I really think we belong together so much. Its just I cant fucking talk to him. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kill me.

If anyone out there can tell the girls who reads too much how to actually flirt with another dude please help.

You pressed ‘post’ and your thoughts went live to the Internet. It wasn’t long after until you started to get comments from people.

LilyRose29: Try talking about movies! Guys always have movies they wanna talk about.

Potterhead4Ever: Slide into his Dmsssssss

HilsBils: I swear to God!!!!!!!!!! If you don’t talk to tomorrow I’m telling on you.

You chuckled at Hillary’s comment. She loved drama and you bet she wasn’t kidding either. You made a mental note that Hillary would put you and Tony together somehow and force you to say something other than ‘I’m good’. You refreshed the page to find a new comment at the bottom.

InfernalHeir: If he’s jock, he only wants to fuck you and leave you. He doesn’t deserve you.

Your stomach turned a bit at the hateful comment. It was comments like this that made you wonder who the frick this user was. They will say awful things like this, but then compliment you as if you were some perfect coffee shop girl au. You hated it, but it made you think. Tony was on the college basketball team. He was a jock, and they had a certain reputation.

The next day, you took a trip to the bookstore. Every Saturday, you slowly wandered around a bookstore and let yourself drink in the different worlds and discoveries and lives and deaths of everything and everyone. It was your time to yourself and you loved every second of it. You let your coffee warm your hands as you skimmed through cooking books.

You heard a book drop nearby and you jerked your head around to see. Picking up the book was a familiar face. His messy brown hair and startling stare stuck out. Ramsay Bolton. Hillary told you some odd things about him. How he would talk about himself, yet no one seemed to know anything concrete about him. How rich his family was. Hillary had secretly confessed that she thought he would shoot up the place if anyone ever said ‘no’ to him.

He looked your way as he picked up the book, and stayed there when the book returned to the shelf. Ramsay didn’t move. Feeling something off, you left the bookstore early.

The next week was filled with even more butterflies from Tony. Both of you texted back and forth. Mostly gifs and memes, but you texted him. He even studied with you! It wasn’t until Friday when you and Tony were left alone at a party when he asked you out. You immediately squealed and told the Internet what happened. You felt like your heart beat a thousand times over. Saturday came again, and you did your ritual.

The bookstore smelled of candles burning and musty air. It made you wonder if anyone has made a candle that smelled of old books yet. You bumped into someone in front of you. Before you could mumble your apology, you noticed the same blue eyes from the Saturday before.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Ramsay said. His intense stare caught you frozen. “What do you have there?”

“Two books,” you said quickly. You glanced at the exit. It wasn’t too far.

“About what?” Ramsay tried to get a closer look by coming closer to you.

“Nothing important,” you darted towards the door before e could say anything else. Of course, you told Hillary the whole thing.

“No way!” she said, pinning her hair up from tonight’s party. “You gotta stay away from him. He gives me the creeps.”

Tony held your hand at the party, but he didn’t ask you to dance. Both of you were in agreement that you were both bad dancers.

“Hey, uh, can I get you a drink?” he asked you. You nodded enthusiastically. When Tony left you sitting by yourself, someone else took his spot.

“Is he bothering you?” Ramsay asked. Shocked that he was here at the party, you cowered away from him. He got closer to you. “I mean it. Is he bothering you?”

“No,” you said. You looked away from him, hoping he would leave.

“You can tell me.” Ramsay didn’t take the physical hint from you. “I can make him leave if you want me to.”

“Hey!” you both heard. Tony held two drinks in his hand and glared at Ramsay. “The fuck you doing?”

Ramsay stood up slowly. You watched them stare each other down until Ramsay slowly walked away from you. You took the drink from Tony as he walked you away into a more private space.

“You good? Did he bother you?” Tony asked you. His eyebrows knitted while he waited for your response.

“Yeah. I don’t really like him,” you told him in confidence.

“Yeah. No one does,” Tony continued. “You tell me if he bother you again, ok? I got you, babygirl.” You smiled at his new nickname for you. Babygirl. You repeated it in your head over and over. When you logged into your blog again, you found a private message.

InfernalHeir: you've got a smile that could light up this whole town // I know you better then that Hey what you doing with a boy like that.

You closed your laptop as you mouthed some curse words. Lyrics from You Belong With Me. Who was InfernalHeir and how did they know you and Tony were together tonight?

You tried not to put any energy into the idea. Or anything that InfernalHeir did, but this was getting personal. You sat in the library with Tony. Each of you worked on your own essay. Well, at least you did. Tony scrolled from meme to meme to meme. You typed away on a paper until you got an airdrop notification.

‘Item from “InfernalHeir”

You opened it up to see another set of lyrics from Taylor Swift’s song. Along with a more personal message.

I know your favorite songs And you tell me about your dreams I think I know where you belong I think I know it's with me

Think Tony knows you? He doesn’t know you like I do.

InfernalHeir knew who Tony was. You looked around the library and saw other students just studying or pretending to study like Tony was. You slammed your laptop and started to pack your things.

“Hey, hey, hey! What’s wrong, babygirl?” Tony asked, slowing you down. You bit your lip.

“You’re gonna think its stupid.” You responded to him. You didn’t like feeling vulnerable like this.

“Try me,” Tony said. You told him the story of InfernalHeir and their comments, including the most recent one now. Tony hugged you tight.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “That’s messed up. That’s really messed up. There’s no way you have enemies. You’re too quiet for that. Can you think of anyone who doesn’t like you?”

You shook your head. You had very limited friends. You wouldn’t do or say anything too terrible about anybody. Tony assured you it was only some internet troll who got off on doing stuff like this to people. Both of you decided to do dinner by yourselves, leaving the usual friend group behind.

Tony and you giggled and flirted in each other’s company at a 50’s themed diner. You shared a cookies and cream milkshake as you threw fries at one another. He held your hand more and escorted you back to his car where both of you saw his front tire punctured and flatted. A quickly written note was attached to the knife in the tire.

“Memorizing you is as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.”

“Oh fuck no!” Tony became livid. “This is enough. This is seriously fucking enough. This dude is done.”

“Wait, how do you know it’s a guy?” you asked.

“Oh, I bet I fucking know which one too,” Tony scrolled through his phone. You wanted to ask tony what he meant, but you heard Gabe on the other end of the line. Each of them cussed and revved each other up. Next thing you knew, Tony threw back two vodka shots before getting into a car with Gabe and their drug dealer.

“What’s going on?” you asked, more worried than ever. “What did you mean you knew who InfernalHeir was?”

“Hey, don’t worry babygirl,” Tony winked. “He won’t be bothering you anymore after this. I promise.” His warm lips collided with yours and you felt the world melting slowly away like your favorite candle. The car sped away and you silently hoped everything was OK.

The weekend passed without anything from Tony or InfernalHeir. It bothered you, but it also brought you relief. You laughed to yourself remembering a certain wizard’s words: ‘You’re gonna suffer, but you’re gonna be happy about it.’ Ronald Weasley’s words couldn’t be truer. You paced in your room Monday night. You texted Tony and posted another blog post and waited to see who would respond first.

You stared at your computer for a while until you heard your phone text song go off. You felt a sense of relief. You knew tony would text you back. He was right. InfernalHeir wouldn’t bother you again. You unlocked your phone and saw that the newest text was not sent from Tony.

Unknown: You didn’t think it would be that easy to be rid of me, did you?

A dreadful feeling settled in your heart. You knew it was InfernalHeir. It had to be. You turned off your phone and fell asleep. Tomorrow was a new day. Nothing to worry about. Tomorrow would be fine.

First, you heard Tony was in the hospital. Then, Gabe refusing to tell Hillary where he was last Saturday. More unknown texts were sent to your phone.

You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me.

It made your stomach turn. You started to feel trapped. You hadn’t made a single post in three days. Your irl friends understood why. Internet fans asked if you were okay.

Potterhead4Ever: are you okay?

CaptainCronch: Sending good vibes and hugs!

But, someone else texted your phone. The one person that kept on terrorizing you. You saw the unknown number and their text.

Why did you stop posting? Was it something I did?

The anger built up in you like nothing else. You weren’t the type that was easy to anger, but you had enough. Your fingers typed faster than they ever did before. You could feel color rushing your face as you pressed send to InfernalHeir. He responded back immediately.

Unknown: What if we meet? I can explain everything.

You: Why should I give you that chance?

Unknown: Because I love you.

The four words shocked you. It chilled the room and made your heart beat faster than it ever did before. No one ever told you that. You never had a boyfriend. You’ve kissed boys, but never a boyfriend. Your thumbs hovered over your keyboard. Your head seemed like television static. Everything was fuzzy and not a single coherent thought was there. Luckily for you, InfernalHeir texted you first.

Unknown: Please say yes. I don’t want to do anything bad to you. If you don’t say yes, I’m gonna have to resort to desperate measures. Please don’t make me go that far. Look outside. I left you something.

You dropped your phone on your bed. You slowly made your way to the door and opened it. The creaking noises disturbed the stillness of the college dorm room corridor. On your door, there was a single rose. The thorns were not removed and another note was attached to it. In a quick scrawl of handwriting, you read the note.

Every single day Every word you say Every game you play Every night you stay I'll be watching you

You must have been fucking crazy. You considered putting yourself into therapy as you passed the psychology section in the bookstore. It was the only place that made you feel safe enough to meet someone here. Hillary texted you that she and Gabe got into another fight. She wondered what you knew about that particular Saturday night. As much as you wanted to tell your best friend the truth, you had to find a way to cover for Gabe.

You: I promise you he wasn’t with any girls. Him and the guys did something. It had nothing to do with girls.

When you looked up from your phone, you saw Ramsay Bolton approaching you. You felt your heart racing as if your body was telling you to run. He closed the space between you.

“Hello there, babygirl,” he smiled at you. You looked past him.

“Not now, please. I’m meeting someone here,” you said. Ramsay tucked his finger beneath your chin and moved your attention to him.

“I know.” He said. The sudden realization hit you hard.

“You’re InfernalHeir?” you asked. He nodded with a smirk.

“I am.”

You felt your anger and confusion bubbling up inside of you. You wanted to take your nails and scratch his face out. You wanted to ask him why. You wanted to hug him for all of the kind things he would say about you. You wanted to slap him.

“Why?” was all that came out of you. “Why me?”

“I have done some awful things to your boyfriend and you ask me why?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said. Ramsay cocked his eyebrow.

“Oh,” he reacted with a smile on his face. “Tony’s not your boyfriend.”

“No.”

“But you do want one though.”

“What?”

“I’ve read all your posts. Your thoughts. Your dreams. Your silly little heart wants someone to love. My silly little heart wants yours.”

“You think I want you?” Your anger took over your mind. “After everything you’ve said? After everything you’ve done? Tony’s in the hospital!”

“And to think he did that for a girl who doesn’t consider him to be her boyfriend,” Ramsay smirked. He backed you into the wall. His arm blocked you from the exit door. “I’ve heard your cries for love. I can answer them. I can cherish you and love you for all of my days.”

“And if I don’t let you?”

“Then, I’ll take you if I have to. I won’t let anyone else have you. I can’t let that happen, babygirl,” Ramsay’s smile cut you more than it calmed you. Ramsay tilted your head up as his lips brushed yours. You felt something inside of you burn. You moved along with the kiss and deepened it. Ramsay’s passion met yours as he held you there. His fingers entangled in your hair. When Ramsay finally broke the kiss, he took a breath and his eyes dilated when he looked ta you again. “I love you so much. Don’t make me hurt you.”

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MADE of STARDUST

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As she busied herself with chopping onions, one particular subject won't leave Lauren's mind. Astrid might have been an innocent little girl... but she asked good questions. 'Cause maybe she was a bit lonely. It has been a while since she talked to any of her friends, and it's been ages since she'd seen her brother. But... but she was alright. She wasn't the most social person, but she was alright. And now she had Astrid. A little girl who was more than a handful. She sighed. Astrid was oquping herself, so she had some time. She grabbed her phone and quickly typed a message in the group chat, and hit send before she could regret it. She had sixty two unread messages, but she would go over those later. LaurenA: so guys... sorry i haven't been around lately, but i sort of adopted a kid. And of course it was only a second later regret started crippling through her thoughts. Anxiety sucked. But then her phone buzzed so many times in a row. Emmy_L0u: What???!! JJ_jake: When? How?? Why??? WnDennis: OMG, what happened??? JJ_jake: And what about college?? JJ_jake: Laurennnnn!!!!?? LaurenA: Okay guys, calm down. Emmy_L0u: Tell us everything. NOW. Lauren rolled her eyes, a slight smile at her lips. LaurenA: I think I'm gonna finish my classes online. For now, at least. LaurenA: Long story. Her name's Astrid. She's ten. Been living with me for about two weeks. She even added a picture. The one with the dress and bunny ears hat. And of course, her friends thought Astrid was adorable. Emmy had a thing for kids and Dennis had a three years old son. And Lauren tried to answer their question the best she could. She didn't want to lie, but neither did she want to reveal Astrid's origins. So she settled for an easy half-truth. Astrid's parents were dead and she ran away from the orphanage. She loved the stars, and used to sit outside the cafe Lauren worked in. They became friends. Lauren didn't want her to go back into the system. It was believable. Or so her friends seemed to think. She briefed Astrid, telling her to repeat the story if anyone asked. The kid seemed suspicious. Saying she wasn't supposed to lie. Lauren had to convince her that sometimes lying was okay. Only when it didn't hurt anyone.

They were eating dinner when there was a knock on the door. Lauren tensed. It was late, and she wasn't expecting anyone. "Stay here", she told Astrid, and went to answer it.

The man standing there was wearing a suit and a natural expression. A typical agent. An agent of what? That was beyond Lauren.

"Can I help you?"

As expected, he took out his badge. "Special agent Harlan. May I come in?"

"Do you have a warrant?"

He seemed to be surprised by that. Taken aback. But in her defense, Lauren had every right to be suspicious. She hadn't had the best experience with secret agencies.

And what if he was there for Astrid?

The agent sighed. "I would like to talk to you about the young girl currently in your care".

... that wasn't good.

"I have no idea what you're talking about".

He definitely knew she was lying. But, oh well. It's not like he had proof.

"Ma'am, we'd like to talk to the child. We've become aware of her... unusual origins. We'd like to confirm that information".

She could hear Astrid's footsteps not far behind. She couldn't't let him see her.

"Come back with a warrant or something".

He glared at her. She glared back. Then slammed the door in his face.

And god, that felt good.

Astrid was now standing right behind her, wand in hand. "Who was that?"

"No one".

"Didn't seem like no one".

"No one important". "You sure that wasn't someone wanting to take me away?" she asked, face furrowed in a mix of fear and confusion. "Go finish your dinner". She didn't seem convinced, not at all. But (surprisingly) she did as she was told.

They ate in silence. Astrid glared. Lauren tried to glare back.

How the hell did she manage to lose a staring contest with a nine year old?

The next day was saturday. Astrid was up since six am, driving Lauren out of her mind. She was bored, as she declared several times.

"Why don't you just... watch a movie, while I look for something for us to do?"

"Can I watch Tangled? I wanna watch Tangled".

Lauren sighed "Sure". She checked her emails, most of them from her professors. Than she opened the group chat. LaurenA: Hey guys... do any of you know what I'm supposed to do with a stir crazy nine year old? It took less than a minute for her to get a response. WnDennis: Take her to the park.

Emmy_L0u: Museum. JJ_jake: The movies. Museums are boring. Emmy_L0u: No they're not! I loved museums as a kid. I learned a lot. JJ_jake: That's because you're a nerd. Emmy_L0u: And proud. Lauren rolled her eyes. LaurenA: Thanks. LaurenA: And guys, we're all nerds. We met at a science convention, remember? JJ_jake: ... WnDennis: Right... Emmy_L0u: LOL. Lauren put her phone away. Going to the movies seemed like a good idea. It'll keep Astrid occupied and might give Lauren a few hours of quiet. She checked the schedule in the closest theatre. There was a kids movie in only a few hours. Animated, cute. She showed Astrid the trailer and she liked it. So until Tangled ended, Lauren made breakfast. And the movie was nice. Not too boring. Astrid enjoyed it. They spent some time in the playground before going to mcdonalds for lunch. "Okay, slow down. You're gonna choke". Astrid shrugged. "Why are there no other kids around?" she asked, scanning her surroundings. "Oh. It's noon. They're probably all still at school." "Am I supposed to be at school, too?" "Maybe". Actually, sending Astrid to school wasn't a bad idea. It'll give her a chance to interact more with the human world, and give Lauren more free time. It'll be good for the both of them. But the legal part was gonna be more difficult... Technically, Astrid didn't exist. And Lauren certainly didn't have a niece. That she knew of. It's been years since she talked to her brother. "Com'on, time to go home". Astrid pulled a face but didn't complain much. Just made Lauren put on disney song on the drive back. Lauren rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop pouting. You had fun, didn't you?" "What's that word?" She glanced at her for a second. "What, pouting?" "Yeah". "It's that thing you do with your lower lip when you're sad". "Oh". Astrid sighed in a very dramatic sense "Why do you humans have so many words?" Lauren chuckled. "It's called a language. We need it to communicate." She paused. "Hey, I have an idea. Every day, I'll teach you a new word. That way you'll talk like a human in no time". Astrid shrugged. "Sure, why not. I don't think I'll be human for much longer though. I'm gonna find a way home". Lauren decided it was best not to comment on that. She would hate to ruin that little girl's hopes.

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